#t: smashing waves

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

In the Morning Sun from Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky

vs.

Smashing Waves from Earthlock

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

In the Morning Sun:

This song makes me. so emotional please play this game it's so good, its soundtrack is so good, this song is so good

[nanamiskentos]

SALVATORE — jujutsu kaisen x reader minors dni

prologue. → going on summer vacations with the jjk men and things get a little...hotter?

pairings. satoru gojo x afab!reader / suguru geto x afab!reader / nanami kento x afab!reader / choso kamo x afab!reader / ryomen sukuna x afab!reader / toji fushiguro x afab!reader

warnings+. non-sorcerer/jujutsu au, from the back, exhíbitíonism, mild food play, ríding, máting press, creámpíe, against the wall, oral (f. receiving), fíngeríng, hey even in a cave! reader is called good girl, princess, baby, darling, my love.

word count. 4.1k! song inspiration. salvatore — lana del rey

a/n. update #1 writing this fic had me looking up shit on wikipedia pages abt cities around the world, had me checking meteorology maps...tried to choose cities i've been to but i was still racking my brains. update #2 btw whenever i write smut like this i'm filled with outstanding self awareness and minor shame but thats the fun of it 😭 this is day no.3 of me trying to rewrite this all from scratch update #3 day 4! fawkkkk i wanna go on holiday too now. lmao if i was in the sukuna one, i would have been mad as hell, istanbul is stunning <3

mp3. everything looks better from above my king, like aqua marine, ocean's blue

TOJI FUSHIGURO — all the lights in miami begin to gleam 📍 miami, america

"o-oh, fuck. think she's really tellin' me to keep going like this, don'tcha think?"

your boyfriend is mean when he's like this. sharp, jade eyes narrowed as they take in the sight of your puffy folds swallowing him up over and over as he's stuffing himself into your sticky walls. and if you turn your head away, from where you're smashed against the pillow, you can see the floor-to-wall ceilings of the high-rise penthouse that offers an uninterrupted view of miami's glittering skyline.

"how - how, did you even get this place, hah, toji?" it's a wonder you can even get a coherent sentence out right now, your guts are practically being stuffed with inches of your boyfriend's veiny cock, and it's leaving you, well, delirious.

but with humble credit and thanks to what you can assume is your own nasty grip, toji's not faring much better either. his brawny frame is practically shuddering, and while you can't see his face in this position, you're certain that a sharp canine has sunk into his lip, and his breath is coming out in hulking groans.

"heh, you're n-not meant to ask questions like that, princess? gotta, ohhh, gotta keep some business s-secrets up my sleeve, huh?" and he's practically a beast right now, handling you on all fours of this king-sized bed, draped in silk sheets the colour of red wine, "just a reward for a-, haah, a job well done."

any job well done from toji was most likely something illegal, but you can't even bring yourself to care, not when there's a bucket of chilled champagne on the glass table to your left, and certainly not when his fat cock is smearing right through you, leaving a coil in your abdomen that only he can unravel.

you whine, feeling the fat tip of his cock practically rummage and make a home in your cunt, "toji, wan' more," and you're pushing the plush of your ass against his pumping hips, and you hear his sharp intake of breath.

a rough hand has snaked underneath you, creating a small gap between you and the bunched-up fabric on the bed, and his callous fingertips are now circling sloppy, messy circles over your clit, leaving you bucking in his hold.

"n-now, stay still, princess. not done with you yet."

SUGURU GETO — ciao, amore. soft ice-creams. 📍 amalfi coast, italy

you're not sure how long you've been trembling under suguru's mouth, but it must have been an eternity under the ministrations of his tongue.

the sun has been blazing high, casting a golden glow over this part of the private beach, hidden away from the towns bustling with tourists like yourselves who had descended upon the coast for the summer.

soft waves lapped in ebbing waves, the rhythm breaking the perfect stillness of the afternoon, in this wooden cabana, separated from the terracotta villas.

and no, your mind was nowhere near admiring the turquoise waters of the ocean, but rather your lover's mouth practically exploring every inch of your cunt like this.

the tapered tip of his tongue had long been probing around your fluttering pussy, taking in every last drop of your pearlescent luster that was practically dripping over his chin.

not to mention the absolutely sticky and languid trails of melting ice-cream, each biting cream drop that fell on your hot swollen folds getting promptly cleaned up by the one who was enjoying this sweet game.

"shhh! don't wanna get kicked off this beach, do ya, pretty?"

and suguru looks positively devious, his violet eyes gleaming with crude intent. his black hair is a tangled mess, long locks falling victim to your clawing nails that tumble carelessly over his bare back, kissed by the sun and glowing with a soft, rosy pink hue.

and when he smiles, the sunlight catches onto his lips, making the slick on his mouth sparkle and wink up at you.

"been - it's been an entire hour by now, can't you just let me cum," you huff, closing the plush of your thighs around his ears, boxing him in.

geto flashes you a mischievous grin, running a slow finger through your sopping folds, and lightly brushing over your entrance as you mewl again.

"where would the fun in that be, pretty?" he murmurs, "love seeing how wet this cunt gets for me, need to let me have my fun."

what a devil. clearly, getting under your skin is a sport for him.

you're hardly given a moment to breathe before he's jostling two thick digits right into the thick of it once more, in and out, in and then out, as his thumb find its home on the slope of your bare mound again.

"besides, we can take it slow for 'nother hour, can't we?" and now suguru's toying with your clit, and his teeth lean down to graze the swollen, throbbing bud, "gotta see just how much you can beg for me."

NANAMI KENTO — catch me if you can, working on my tan 📍 gold coast, australia

"w-wait, darling," nanami shudders under your touch, under your fresh set of nails raking small patterns over his neck, "anyone could just walk past here, y'know."

you curl your lip, before pressing your mouth in an open mouthed kiss to his stretched neck, warm and flushed.

you can feel the galloping thrum of his pulse beneath your lips, the heat almost intoxicating, mingling with the faint tang of the pool water's chlorine, and the scent of banksia and frangipanis in the air.

you can also feel his thick cock dragging through your walls, as you ram the weight of your hips over and over again. it seems like the shimmering skyline of surfer's paradise was just what nanami needed, after months of work, and you're determined to make the most of your time here.

he's got you bouncing practically like a ragdoll, heavy balls swinging up and smacking your skin in what little space remains between the two of you, and he's panting into your chest, "whatd'ya gonna do if someone sees?"

"mhm, don' care, no-one's here, nanami."

his broad arms loop around you in the pool chair, as you straddle the sizeable bulge that's making a tent in his briefs, "nasty, sometimes, aren'tcha?"

you smile, as your husband's large hands roam over your back, making you arch your back into his touch — as he deftly pulls at the tight knot holding your damp bikini top together.

"ah, don't get shy now. let me see these," and you can only nod hazily as he lets your tits spill out, and press up against his bare, chiselled torso, "wanted this so bad, just a minute ago, yeah?"

"s-still want this," and for good measure, you grind your hips down over his cock with even more pressure, feeling him jolt with a quiet 'fuck!' underneath you.

"haah, that's not fair, darling," and he's crashing his weeping, curved tip so far into you, that you're certain you're seeing stars on the saltwater horizon, "what happened to playing nice?"

you know you should be weary of the flicker of challenge that glints in his stern brown eyes, softened by the haze of your squelching cunt, "do y-your worst, otherwise what? can't keep up?"

a cocky smile curves over his mouth, and that's the wave of satisfaction you were looking for, hoping that he'd take the bait.

he leans further back in the pool chair, now with an arm wrapped lazily around your gyrating hips, but you can feel his grip tighten, stealing the humid air right out from under you, "we'll see who can't play nice when you're begging for my cock to fill you up."

CHOSO KAMO — all the lights are sparkling for you, it seems 📍santorini, greece

"hey, shh, shhh..."

choso's voice is a low rumble as he glides his thick, leaking tip down your slick core, and you shiver as the cool ocean breeze mixes with the warm slick gathering between your bodies, "w-wow, you're doing so good, handling it so well, my love."

you must have made a good choice, choosing this suite. one carved seamlessly into the tan-rock of one of the island's famous caves. and well, your sweet boyfriend has been fucking you so incredibly that you feel your eyes start to water, blear away from the pretty blue and terracotta accents on the mantelpiece.

his girthy cock sinking into you send shivers to your pussy that leave you fluttering and squeezing around him tighter, clenching around the veins as he sinks even deeper, so the thickened head is practically kissing your cervix, and filling you in ways you didn’t know were possible.

"d-does it feel good for you too, cho?” you gasp, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, fingers playing with the soft choppy strands that fall around his shoulders, "this...this is what you wanted, right, baby?"

the pale mauve of his lips curves into a faint smile, and despite the sharpness of his thrusts making a home in your gummy walls, there's a tenderness in his shadowed, hazel eyes as his palm glides down your torso, cupping your tits gently, "w-would go anywhere in the world, if it was with you."

and he's looking at you with such love that you just cannot help but believe him when he says, no, shudders out a "you're so beautiful."

the sound of the water lapping against the rocks below fills the room, mixing with your soft whimpers, as the slow roll of choso's hips leave your puffy folds weeping. the thick, throbbing head of his cock brushes against your g-spot, right there, and you moan, lost in the sensation.

"god, y-you’re so good at this," he breathes into your ear, his voice hoarse and strained, and suddenly far more shaky, "ah - could do this forever."

"w-will you?" you whisper, eyes fluttering as you lose yourself in what is surely ropes of stringy white cum painting you lovingly inside, "wan' feel you all the time, cho."

choso's misty, flushed gaze locks onto yours, filled with a heat that makes your heart race, and fireworks shoot through your abdomen, "think you're g-gonna be my wife someday, yeah?"

you bite your lip, a shy smile painting your face despite the way that he's practically jostling inch after inch into your pussy, pressing into you like a vice, "really mean t-that, cho?"

"ahh, 'course i do," he shudders, brushing a thumb down the swan-arch of your neck, "now, hold onto me."

RYOMEN SUKUNA — dying by the hand of a foreign man, happily 📍istanbul, turkey

"huhh, oh my god! you're an animal," you huff at your fiancé, who's currently sprawled on the plush bed underneath your straddling thighs, under the sheer curtains that billow softly in the warm breeze from the open latticework windows.

and right now, sukuna looks like a mess.

and it brings you a great deal of satisfaction to see your usually composed and aloof fiancé so undone and disheveled, as he grins up at you — the black markings on his face creasing with the movement.

his rosy-pink hair is a tangled heap, but you can't resist running your fingers through the short, tousled spikes.

and his lips, which have been marking you up consistently for the past ten minutes, gleam glossy and full, as his crimson eyes lock onto yours with the smug satisfaction of a cat who's gotten its way.

he'd barely waited a mere minute after the two of you had arrived back to your hostel's room, from a whirlwind tour of the sultanahmet district, before he had pounced on you, and had practically tore your long skirt off.

you don't quite think it's worth mentioning that you've been pawing equally at your boyfriend in the same time as well, pulling his thick and lengthy shaft out of the confines of his boxers, and swiping a thumb over the angrily-gleaming tip.

"d-didn't even take a second to think about all the places we just saw? the history lessons, and - sukuna, were you even listening?"

by now, you're fighting back heaving shivers at the way the pads of his calloused fingers run under your top.

"hah! yeah, yeah. history and all that," he murmurs, low and amused, but his focus is clearly elsewhere, his lips now resuming their previous task of snapping at your torso, letting pretty berry-red marks beam.

you roll your eyes, though a smile tugs at the corners of your own glossy mouth, "y-you're impossible," and you try not to squirm as his forefinger and thumb on each hand pinch at a nipple under your top, "don' even know why i bothered bring this...this camera around. the guide said that these sights were o-once, oh fuck, sukuna, get a grip, said the sights were once-in-a-lifetime b-breathtaking."

"breathtaking, huh?" sukuna shifts closer to you, scooting you further over his wide lap, and his voice has dropped to a low and sultry whisper that sends a shiver down your spine, and leaves you aching, "i think you're breathtaking. wan' explore this," and here, he snaps at the elastic band of your lace panties, "instead."

"and besides, i was listening," and now, he's patting his sculpted, exposed thighs behind the plush of your ass on him, "the guide said that this city straddles two continents."

he's emphasising his words with a deliberate tap, clearly hoping you'd catch the awful word-play.

"say something like that again, and i'm booking the next flight home."

"hah, so now you hate it when i am cultured."

by now, his two rough hands kneading at you has left you...airless. thick heat has been pooling in your core, and you just can't help but let out a soft whimper, "sukuna…only wanted y-you to focus."

he shakes his messy head, laughter rumbling deep in his chest, under thick pectoral muscles, "no can do, brat. you’re my focus now. done enough sightseeing outside today, wanna do something inside."

"you’re impossible!" but you gasp as he skims a thumb over your cloying, dewy clit, making you jolt.

you know he must be in a rare, mellowed mood because he breathes, "impossibly in love with you," and it's quiet, teasing as the heat of his breath ghosts over your skin, "now tell me how much you want this, and maybe i'll think about giving you a different type of lesson."

franky, by now you want nothing more than to be filled with heavy, hot inches that curl into you, sloshing their way to the most sensitive spot of all, and sukuna must see that on your face.

"i -," you begin, but the words falter as he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, and the weeping tip of his cock taps against the wet pool staining your underwear darkly translucent.

"just say it, brat. tell me how bad you want it, i'll even be nice this time," he urges, his voice a sultry purr, "just gon' give it to you as you ask, yeah?"

"wan' you in me, 'kuna," you finally admit, breathless, "i want you so much it hurts."

"good girl," he mutters, his eyes darkening with desire. "now you're getting the right idea."

you sigh, content, but then still your rocking hips suddenly, "but after this, we're still going out to the bazaar for dinner."

"for fuck's sake."

GOJO SATORU — like a boss, you sang jazz and blues 📍paris, france

you're not quite sure where exactly you should be training your ears, whether you should be listening to the sultry notes of a saxophone that wrap around the plush velvet booth where you and gojo are seated.

or the thick, clingy swish of his fingers practically bullying themselves in and out of your pussy. the air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars that make you wrinkle your nose, and fine whiskey (that makes gojo wrinkle his nose) and the sweet tang of your own slick, privately, just for the two of you.

your boyfriend sits close to you, his left hand tight on your waist, and the other working a fine instrument, bunching up underneath your ysl silk dress.

"baby, look at how your perfect cunt's talkin' to me," he's whispering, and you can hear the sheer glee in his voice, his breath hot against your ear.

meanwhile, your jaw is slack and you're doing your best to not meet his touch with a sultry, rhythmic grind of your own hips, but the knot is quickening and tightening within you.

but gojo just smiles, and you can see the blue in his eyes darken underneath his sunglasses that have slipped slightly down the slope of his nose, "but can't have everyone hearing this melody, can we? might think you were the main fuckin' attraction for the night and not -" he cocks his head to the quartet serenading the paris night sky, and the other patrons of this filthy wealthy club.

you just sink your teeth into your painted lip, suppressing a whine as he curls three fingers within you, reeling you entirely pliant and having you lean against his broad chest under his jacket, "b-but satoru, 'm getting close."

he's being awful, you think. and when he had pulled his hand out earlier, it had been entirely coated in a ribbon of your arousal, the slow syrup beginning to run down his slender digit, but he had parted his lips and let not a drop go to waste on his tongue.

the music is swelling, it's a jazzy crescendo that fills the air, and your gaze hazes and wonders, focusing on the open window where the eiffel tower stands ablaze in lights. soft gasps are escaping your lips, when gojo starts slamming his fingers up and up further, right up to his glossy knuckle, clearly searching for your g-spot.

and you are so glad that this booth is turned away from the rest of the club's patrons, for if they saw you, it would be no secret as to what exactly was going on underneath your gown.

"focus on me, love. just focus on how you're soaking me."

he's pressing his fingers impossibly deeper, stroking your walls in a way that make it impossible to think of anything else but him.

"gojo, please…" you breathed, struggling to keep your voice low, "what if someone sees?"

he laughs, pressing his mouth to your neck, and you know he's inhaling the new scent that you had picked up at the luxury flagship stores earlier, his treat.

"let them. paid good enough money to get in here," and now he's getting more insistent, practically ravishing your aching pussy now, "besides, they wanna say anything about it? i'll cut out their tongue."

"p-pretty sure that's, mmph, i'm sure that's i-illegal, 'toru."

"don't want your pretty head thinking about anything else right now, 'kay?" and god, it's one of life's greatest works, how he just knows how to work his magic like this, and the way that he's pinching, rolling and twirling his fingers has you convinced that the holy six-eyes technique, passed down in the sacred tradition of the gojo clan, is being put to nasty work.

sure enough, a little spark! there, and a bigger zap! against your clit practically confirms your suspicions, as does the unearthly glow you catch in gojo's wide eyes, and you can feel yourself hurtling towards a precipice, panting open-mouthed against him.

"dirty girl, you don’t want to make a scene, do you?" he says this like he was not the one who pulled you into this booth, and palmed his way up your slip-dress. like he's not the one who tore into your lace panties, and shoved them into his pocket.

"it feels so good, satoru,” you babble, barely able to contain yourself, as he scissors his fingers wide, nudging your walls apart, "i can’t — "

"then don't," he interrupted, his voice low and commanding, "just let it happen. i want to hear you, i wanna hear her too, but only if you can keep it down."

you nodded, breathless, watching as waiters in impeccable black-and-white attire glide between the tables, carrying trays of delicate hors d'oeuvres and glasses of dom pérignon.

"good girl," he murmured, his fingers curling just right, pushing you closer to that exquisite precipice, "now, be quiet and enjoy the moment."

just as he pinches your clit, you feel everything around fall away in shattering starfall. bolts of lightning shoot and splash through your lungs, stilling your heart, leaving your cunt pulsing with a life of its own, fluttering against satoru's fingers which still haven't stopped.

it's only then you realise that the band has stopped playing, and the other patrons of the clubs are leaning out of their seats, slapping their hands together in fervount applause.

but you can only stare, dazed and boneless from the remnants of an excellent fucking orgasm, as gojo leans in, just over the shell of your ear.

"how about we go back to the hotel room? wanna see an encore?"

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ i'll give you the fire i keep inside ❞

up to the challenge : ⌞no nut november⌝ edition [ pt 2 - pt 3 - pt 4 ]

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : gojo satoru + geto suguru

☾₊‧⁺...cw : pussy eating, praise kink, begging, premature ejaculation, clothed sex, whiny reader (gojo), smug reader (geto), satoru overestimating himself, suguru 'just the tip' geto

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : it's nowhere near november, but i need to write this. it's based off an old post of mine from 4 years ago! so, i have no excuse 🖤

✧ g. satoru lasts : 2 days

oh, satoru is so confident that he'll easily make it through the entirety of november. the moment he coos to you about how excited he is to participate in 'no nut november' as a challenge against suguru, he's walking around with his chest puffed out. however, he doesn't take into account that you'd be a little upset after he tells you, thinking you have to go a whole month without sex with your boyfriend. but everyone knows satoru is the best boyfriend, right? he'd neeeever let his pretty lil' mochi feel unsatisfied. so, on the second day of November, he's got you up on the kitchen counter, mouth buried between your thighs as he practically devours your cunt, messily licking and sucking at your clit as his eyes roll back just from the taste of you. after all, there's no way he'd lose this way!

it had only been two days since satoru had fucked you, how were you this wet and needy? you were dripping down his chin, soaking his fucking face, and god, he was in heaven. "c'mon, baby, grind that clit into my mouth," he fucking whines, kissing your pussy between slurps, hands holding you spread open for him to keep testing you. satoru's so hard, it hurts, his cock rubbing and twitching against the rough fabric of his sweatpants, but he couldn't touch, he wouldn't let himself. he'd be fine, all he needed was to make sure he made his baby cum. "hhf, 't-toru, 'toruuuu, i-i miss you, i miss youuu," you pitifully whine, pretty eyes filling with tears as you grew closer and closer to cumming all over his face. but just hearing you say that you miss him when it hasn't even been a fucking week almost makes satoru cum, almost. "baby, babyyy, don't say that shit," satoru whimpers, about to pull away from your dripping slit, dizzy from your words. but you don't let him, no, not when you're this close. with the cutest little huff, you look him right in his pretty blue eyes and grab a fistful of his hair, smashing his mouth right back against your cunt as you cry his name. and oh, the noise he lets out against your pussy feels so gooddd, feeling his tongue desperately licking up your cum. god, you were practically suffocating him. all that Satoru could process was you, you, you. jesus, he didn't think he'd be able to leave you alone the rest of the month, not when just going two days got you this desperate...he really was fucking you that good that you got addicted, huh? it's okay because honestly? he missed your pussy so fucking much. "'toru, satoruuu, p-please, i-i don't like this challenge anymore, miss when you stuff me w-with your cum," you whine as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm, giving him one last tug into your pussy so his mouth was right over your clit. have you always been this fucking whiny and demanding? god, satoru couldn't remember. but, you didn't realize how seriously all the tugging and those filthy, desperate words of yours would affect him. hell, he didn't know how badly it would affect him. once he separates himself from you, he's avoiding eye contact, and he's getting red. embarrassed. flustered. all it took was a quick glance down to see what the issue was. "b-baby, you...i just...how—" "'toru, did you cum in your pants?"

✧ g. suguru lasts : 2.5 weeks

the only reason suguru decided to participate in this was because satoru roped him into it. not that he didn't think he could do it, but because he knew satoru was going to lose against him. he's so thankful that you're nothing but supportive, eager for him to win this challenge with the promise of a reward of his choosing once he made it to December 1st. it's honestly not that hard. as long as he's able to still be affectionate with you, suguru is content. sure, sometimes he has to stop his imagination, but otherwise, he's fine. at least, that's until he comes home to you wearing the cutest purple thigh highs with little skulls on them. it starts off with suguru pulling you closer, making you stand between his legs as his hands rub up and down your plush thighs...but next thing you know, your legs are over his shoulders as he drags his cock up and down your slit.

"just—just the tip, okay? i can't put anymore in, princess." "suguruuuuu, just! put it in! stop teasing!" those pretty legs of yours would always be his downfall, suguru could never resist them. there wasn't anything even sexual about it, but just seeing how they squeezed your thighs so perfectly...he couldn't help himself. but if he only let himself put the tip of his dick inside that tight little hole of yours, he'd be fine...yeah, he just needed a small feel, and he'd be fine. without any more hesitation, suguru slowly sunk into your puffy pussy, letting out a shaky groan as his head fell down onto your shoulder. shit, shit, shit, it was only the tip, but you felt so good, too fucking good. "g-god, why's this cunt so wet and warm, baby? it's not fair," suguru hissed, lifting his head to look down to where you both were connected. "s'not my fault you wanted to do this dumb challenge," you hummed, a little smug smile on your face. "stop listenin' to satoru, you'll get stupid like him." it made him laugh, you were so amused by him barely holding himself together...and he couldn't blame you, he wasn't the type to break so easily... "s-suguruuu, wait, you said just the tip, that's—suguuuu!" suguru let out the most scandalized gasp when he realized his entire cock was being hugged by your soft, hot walls. it was so cute, though, how you tried to help him, to let him know so he didn't lose. such a sweetheart, weren't you? but, suguru was too far gone. he had slowly begun inching himself inside of you, not even realizing it until it was too late. not being able to stop his hips from moving, thrusting in and out of you, creating a little ring of cream around the base of his cock as his dick dragged against those soft spots inside you that made you keen his name. "oh, princess, angel, you're so sweet, you know that? s-shit, listen to that pussy...she missed this? she missed the feeling of her sugu inside? hm? fuuuck, fuck it, 'm-'m gonna give you what you need, baby, d-don't worry," he says in a needy rasp, pressing his forehead against yours, giving you a delirious little grin. yeah, suguru knew he was going to lose today...he'd be damned if he didn't cum all over this sweet cunt. all because of some stupidly cute socks.

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[erule]

Teenage dream | b.r.

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x reader 

Summary: you’re in love with Bob, but he doesn’t know that and this is tearing you apart. Until one day, he tells you to ask him what you’ve been eager to know.

Warnings: angst, fluff, friends to lovers trope, making out (reader and Bob are both 18+ here), Thunderbolts* spoilers ahead

Word count: 1.7K+

A/N: hi guys! I’m back with a ff with Bob Reynolds, because I just loved his so much in the movie (and Lewis too ofc!!). Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! I hope you enjoy it 🌙

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Somehow, you’ve always known that. Since the first time he entered in the room, you’ve felt something, a sort of an energy or a vibe. Yelena looked at you, because she got it even before you could even comprehend what was happening inside of you. It was like a teenage dream that would come to reality. Bob said hello to everybody and your eyes lingered on his face more than you would do with a stranger. You knew what he did, but you didn’t really care about it. You weren’t scared. After years of working with the Avengers, you knew the risks. 

It was even funnier, when Bucky asked you, door closed behind you, if you were sneaking out with him. You gulped, embarrassed, but also giggled at the thought. You wished you would, but no, that wasn’t you. He was having some kind of affair with somebody else. You shrugged, then you went away in order to go back to your room, but you found Yelena next to your door. 

“He did it, didn’t he?” She asked and you nodded. Yelena sighed, tired. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I told him you weren’t doing anything with Bob, but he wanted to know it directly from you. Did it hurt you?”

“Not quite as when I saw Bob kissing Sarah,” you answered. Sarah was the classic girl next door: simple, cute and nice. You had nothing against her, really, but you weren’t glad to see her with your beloved Bob. Oh, you sounded so riddiculous!

You sighed, while preparing yourself to get into the shower. Yelena gave you a T-shirt for later. 

“I can only imagine,” Yelena said, while sitting on your bed. “If I could do something about it, like smashing his face into the wall or…”

“Unfortunately, you can’t,” you replied with a smile. “Still, I love you for that”.

“No, I don’t like all of these emotions. I’m gonna get out from here. See you at dinner, babe,” she said and you waved at her.

Sometimes, you thought that she was your only friend beside of Bob. How do you really talk to your friend about you being in love with them? You got into the shower in order to go to dinner very fast. You changed your clothes, then you did your hair. You were wearing your shoes, when somebody knocked at the door. 

“Hey,” a sweet voice said and you recognized it immediately.

“Hi,” you replied and your heart began to race.

“I… uhm… know, from Walker, that Bucky wanted to talk to you about something urgent today. Is everything alright?” He asked and you didn’t really know how to answer. You remained silent for a couple of seconds, so he shaked his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to intrude. I was just worried about you. Bucky can be very unpleasant, sometimes”.

“Sometimes?” You joked and he smiled.

“Multiple times”.

“Anyway, thank you for your concern, but it was nothing serious”.

Then, he gulped, nodding, his shoulder on the door jamb and his fingers intertwined. You looked at him, your lips parted as if you were about to ask him a question, but you didn’t. He seemed to as well, though.

“I’ve missed this,” he said. 

“What?”

“This,” he repeated, pointing at him and you with a finger. “Us. Being friends, making jokes. Whatever we were before”.

“Before what?”

“Before I got with Sarah,” he said and you gulped, trying to hide your sense of guilt. Your feelings.

“We’re still friends,” you stated and it was true.

“I know,” he replied, then he walked towards you and you started to feel uncomfortable. 

“Please, don’t,” you said. You couldn’t handle it anymore. 

He stopped.

“I know that there’s something off here, Y/N. Just tell me,” he said and you felt terrible. He was really trying to have his friend back, but you couldn’t even admit that you were in love with him with yourself, let alone with him! You bit your bottom lip. Who knows what Void would have seen, if only he could. Maybe your secret dreams about him or the lowest point of your life, when you followed him to see why he would always go to the cafè in front of the compound. You were ashamed of yourself. He couldn’t touch you, otherwise he would have found out everything.

“I can’t. I’m sorry,” you found the courage to say, but he sighed.

“Y/N, if I did anything to offend you, I’m sorry,” he said. “You know that I wouldn’t hurt a fly, come on”.

You tried to hold back the tears.

“People can’t know anything”.

“True,” he said, while getting slowly closer to you. Your skin began to get hotter very fast, as if his only presence could make you feel warmer. “But they’re not my friends”.

“I don’t want to know your personal life’s secrets”.

“Something’s telling me you do,” he said with the ghost of a smirk on his pale face. You tilted your head. “You could live with the doubt forever or… you could just ask”. You gulped. “Ask me”.

You released the breath you were apparently holding. When you were just a teenager, you used to fantasize about a lot of fictional and real guys as if it was some kind of game, but now, all of this didn’t seem like a game to you anymore. He was real, in front of you, asking you to make him a question. So you did. 

“Why not me?”

You knew why he chose her, it wasn’t a stupid challenge between two people being in love with the same guy. It was about you and him, this time. It was about being the second chance again.

His eyes flickered. For a moment, he wasn’t Bob anymore. He was Void and Void knew how to break into your heart like nobody else. You wondered if you made the right call.

“Because it was easier,” he answered. You were confused. Easier to be with somebody less demanding than you? Easier than breaking a friendship? “Easier to fake that I didn’t care about you as much as I do,” he said, as if he could read your mind. “Everytime I look at you during a mission, I hope that our enemies don’t get how much I love you. Everytime I see you walking into the compound, I ask myself if Bucky or Yelena or anybody else knows that I’m wrapped around your finger. And every damn time that something bad happens, I fear that it happened to you and that I wasn’t there to protect you”.

The tears were rolling on your cheeks at that point.

“It’s unfair”.

“What? That you didn’t tell me that you were in love with me?” He asked.

“That you’d rather sneak around with anybody but me”.

“You’re being mean,” he said, clenching his jaw.

“And you’re breaking my heart”.

He looked at you as if you just broke the ice into his eyes and now he was bleeding on the outside. His eyes were glossy and circled in red.

“Well, then it’s a good thing that you did the same with mine, I guess”.

That was the moment in which your heart shattered into pieces.

***

Yelena was very focused while listening to your argument with Bob, but once you were finished, she rolled on the bed, exhausted. A corner of your lips turned up in half a smile. 

“You’re unbelievable!” You exclaimed, but she threw a pillow at you.

“Am I? You’re the one who fought with the love of her life over a stupid thing!”

The skin of your face started to burn.

“He’s not… He’s not the love of my life”.

“Babe, come on, he is. And he has been for as long as I can remember. Probably, you were dreaming about him when you were still a teenager”.

You sighed. It was like she could read you. That was probably why you felt something already when he just entered into the room and he light it up like it was the easiest thing to do on the planet. At that point, you couldn’t even lie anymore: you were desperately in love with him.

“You think that he was right all along?”

Yelena got up from the bed and shaked your hand.

“Y/N, have you met us? We’re the new Avengers: we go on missions, we try to save the world while we also make stupid jokes about dying in a cool way. Yeah, he’s pretty much right”.

You sat down on the bed.

“I ruined everything, didn’t I?” You asked her, while your hands are on your face.

“Maybe not,” she said and you could feel that she was smiling. 

You get up immediately from the bed, as if you could feel his presence. It’s like a dream coming true. He’s standing again with an arm on the door jamb, hands in the pockets and a curl of his hair on his forehead. He had never looked more beautiful, if that was possible.

Yelena left the room with a smile on her face.

“Hi,” you said, incredibly guilty.

“Hi”, he replied. Even his voice was like drinking cold water during a hot Summer day. It was refreshing for your ears. His face, on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air. He really was the man you’ve been looking for you whole life. You even dreamt about him when he was still a character in your head. “What you said the other day… it really hurt me”.

“Bob, I’m so…”

“No,” he interrupted you. “Let me finish. Honestly, I could have handled it in a better way. I also wasn’t fair to Sarah, you were right, so I broke up with her immediately after our argument”.

You were at a loss for words. 

He walked closer to you. His fingertips caressed your cheek and he was looking at you as if you were the sun and he was desperate to warm up. You felt electricity running through your veins, some tiny shots that were jumping from your back to your neck. He used his thumb to part your lips gently. Your eyes were burning because of the tears behind them. Please, let this moment never come to an end, you thought. Then, he placed his lips on yours and you lost every control over your nerves. Your hands felt the urge to tighten around his hair and your lips became hot and swollen after a short time of kissing. It was like the whole world has disappeared into his embrace. Every fantasy you had when you were little had now become a reality. You couldn’t even believe it. Every dream of yours was now there, in front of you. And they were all worth the wait.  

[inseobts]

Hello, it's me again.

Can I request a Zoro X Reader,using the picture below? It's the aftermath of Onigashima when they are back on the sunny.

Credit to the original artist @marimo_fr on Twitter :) <3

The Weight You Carry

zoro x gn!reader

the scars of onigashima remain, especially for zoro, whose body bears the cost of every brutal fight. he always claims he can handle it, always acts like the weight of the world is his alone to bear, but not tonight, not anymore.

a/n: I love the idea and the art, hope you'll like it

(ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡

words count: 1.7k

tags: blood, no major spoilers

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The Thousand Sunny drifts peacefully on the waves, a stark contrast to the devastation left behind in Wano. The battle is over. Kaido has fallen. Luffy’s dream has inched closer to reality. But for those who fought, those who pushed themselves to the brink of death, it doesn’t end so easily.

Zoro grips the edge of the sink, knuckles white against the porcelain. His breath is ragged, uneven, his body wracked with pain that refuses to subside. The blood in his mouth is warm, metallic, pooling between his fingers as it drips into the water below. He watches it swirl, crimson twisting through the clear liquid, disappearing down the drain. His arms shake under his own weight, muscles frayed from exhaustion, from wounds that haven’t had time to heal.

He should be resting. Chopper told him as much, ordered him to stay in bed, to let his body recover. But lying down only makes it worse. The moment he closes his eyes, he feels the weight of every battle, every scar, every near-death experience pressing down on him. He remembers Kaido’s club smashing into his ribs, King’s flames scorching his skin, his swords feeling heavier than ever as he pushed himself past his limits.

How many times has he done this? How many times has he taken on more than he should, because he had to?

“Zoro! Tell me when you’re done with the bathroom!”

Your voice filters through the door, casual, unaware.

Zoro exhales harshly, dragging a hand down his face. He doesn’t want you to see him like this. You’ve seen him fight, seen him bleed, but this? This is different. This is weakness, the kind he refuses to show. He braces himself, tries to push off the sink and stand tall, but his legs betray him. His vision blurs at the edges.

The door creaks open before he can stop you.

Your eyes widen instantly, the casual impatience from earlier vanishing in an instant.

“Zoro—”

He turns away sharply, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, as if that could erase the evidence “Tch. Don’t barge in.” His voice is rough, strained.

“Don’t—?” You shut the door behind you, stepping closer despite his obvious attempt to keep you at a distance “Are you kidding me? You’re—Zoro, you’re bleeding.”

“It’s nothing.”

Your hands are on him before he can protest, gripping his arm, trying to steady him. Up close, he looks even worse. Sweat clings to his skin, his breathing is shallow, and the way he leans against the sink tells you all you need to know, he’s barely standing.

You swallow hard “Chopper told you to rest.”

“I don’t need—” His sentence cuts off with a cough, a fresh splatter of red hitting the sink. He grimaces. Damn it.

You don’t hesitate. Your arms wrap around his waist, supporting him before he collapses “Come on,” you say firmly “You’re going back to bed.”

“I can walk.”

“You can barely stand.”

Zoro grits his teeth, frustration flashing in his eyes, but you don’t budge. He’s stubborn, but so are you.

“Zoro...” your voice softens, and that’s what gets to him. The fight drains from his shoulders, and he lets you guide him out of the bathroom. The walk back to his room is slow, each step heavy, but you don’t rush him. You don’t say anything when he leans into you more than he probably wants to admit.

When you finally reach his bed, he sits down with a heavy sigh. You kneel in front of him, grabbing a cloth from the bedside table “Let me clean you up.”

Zoro exhales but doesn’t argue this time. He watches as you work, dabbing away the blood with careful hands. Your touch is gentle, the complete opposite of the battlefield, of the violence he’s endured.

“I hate seeing you like this” you mutter.

He looks away “You knew what you signed up for.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t worry.”

Silence hangs between you. You continue cleaning the blood from his face, your touch steady, reassuring. Zoro doesn’t stop you, doesn’t pull away. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the fact that for once, he’s allowing himself to accept the care he always shrugs off.

When you’re done, you sit back, watching him carefully “Promise me you’ll rest?”

He grunts, which isn’t exactly a promise, but it’s good enough for now.

You sigh, reaching for his hand, squeezing it “You don’t have to carry everything alone, you know.”

Zoro glances at you, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. He doesn’t answer, but the way his fingers tighten around yours tells you enough.

For now, it’s enough.

Zoro leans back against the pillows, his body protesting even the smallest movement. His hand still rests in yours, the calloused warmth of his fingers curling slightly around your own. He hasn’t let go, and you don’t pull away.

“You should sleep” you murmur, watching his heavy-lidded eyes fight against exhaustion.

“Tch” He scoffs, but it lacks his usual sharpness “I’ll be fine.”

You frown “You’re not fine, Zoro. You nearly died.”

He grunts, dismissive as ever “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

His words send a pang through your chest. The worst part is that you know he’s right. This isn’t the first time he’s thrown himself into the jaws of death without hesitation. It won’t be the last. That’s just who Zoro is. He pushes past limits, beyond the brink of what a human body should be capable of, all for the sake of his captain, his crew, his dream.

You’ve always admired his resolve, his unwavering strength. But nights like this, when the cost of that strength weighs so heavily on him, it’s hard to swallow.

You sigh, shifting so you’re sitting on the edge of the bed “You scared me, you know.”

Zoro cracks one eye open, glancing at you “Didn’t mean to.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you did.”

He exhales slowly, his fingers twitching against yours “I had to do it.”

“I know, I’m not saying that.”

And you do. You know he had no choice but to push himself beyond reason. You know that if he hadn’t, if he had hesitated for even a second, things might have ended differently. The battle against Kaido, against King, against all the overwhelming forces standing in their way, Zoro had taken them all on, knowing damn well the cost.

But just because you understand doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt to see him like this.

Zoro shifts slightly, his face tilting toward you “I’m still here.” His voice is quiet, almost as if he’s saying it for you, not himself.

You squeeze his hand “Yeah. You are.”

Silence stretches between you again, but it’s softer this time, less heavy. His breathing evens out little by little, the exhaustion finally winning against his stubbornness. His grip on your hand loosens slightly, though he doesn’t let go completely.

You adjust the blanket over him, brushing a few damp strands of green hair from his forehead “Get some rest, Zoro.”

He grumbles something under his breath, likely another protest, but his body betrays him as his eyelids grow heavier.

You don’t move, not yet. You sit there, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, reassuring yourself that he’s here, that he’s safe.

Because for all of Zoro’s strength, for all his resilience and willpower, there are moments like these when you remember he’s still human. And even the strongest swordsman in the world needs someone to watch over him sometimes.

And as long as you’re here, you’ll make damn sure he never has to carry that weight alone.

The room is quiet except for the steady rhythm of Zoro’s breathing. He’s teetering on the edge of sleep, exhaustion finally pulling him under despite his stubbornness. His hand is still loosely curled around yours, warm and calloused, grounding.

You know you should probably let him rest. But something keeps you there, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, the faint furrow of his brows even in sleep, like he’s still fighting, even now. Like he doesn’t know how to let go.

Carefully, you reach out, brushing stray strands of green from his forehead. His skin is warm, feverish, but he doesn’t stir. Your fingers trail down, tracing the line of his jaw, the scar over his eye, marks of every battle, every fight he’s taken on without hesitation.

Your heart aches.

Zoro shifts slightly under your touch, his head tilting just enough that his lips part on a quiet exhale. You freeze, watching him, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, his hand tightens around yours.

Your gaze flickers to his mouth.

Slowly, cautiously, you lean in. You hover just above him, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. You hesitate, searching for any sign that he’s too out of it, too far gone into exhaustion.

But then—

“Hah… you just gonna sit there all night?”

His voice is hoarse, barely more than a murmur, but it sends a jolt through you. Your eyes snap up to his, startled. Even half-lidded with fatigue, there’s something sharp in his gaze, something knowing. A lazy smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

Caught.

“I thought you were asleep” you whisper.

He exhales, the ghost of a chuckle. “Not when you’re staring at me like that.” His voice is low, rough, but there’s no teasing in it, just warmth.

You swallow, your cheeks burning “Idiot.”

His smirk fades slightly, his expression softening as he studies you “Come here.”

You hesitate only for a second before leaning down again, pressing your lips lightly to his.

Zoro exhales against your mouth, his grip on your hand tightening. It’s not rushed, not desperate, just a slow, lingering press of lips, filled with everything unspoken between you. He tilts his head, deepening it just slightly, enough to let you feel the warmth of him, the weight of him.

When you finally pull back, his eyes flicker open again, hazy but focused on you.

“Better?” you murmur.

His thumb brushes against your knuckles “Yeah.”

You smile softly, pressing one last kiss to his forehead before settling in beside him, your fingers still laced together.

And for the first time since Onigashima, Zoro lets himself rest.

[rottiens]

BAD DECISIONS┊RYOMEN SUKUNA

wc. ౨ৎ⋆˚ 1.9K

tags. ౨ৎ⋆˚ 18+, modern au, all characters are adults (21+), marking and hickeys, enemies to ?, bully sukuna, none of your friends like him but he is around because he is yuuji's older brother, fem reader, dirty talk, praising (atta girl), fingering.

In late September, a few weeks away from embracing autumn, anyone would think that the weather is starting to cool down, that the unbearable sun is lowering its intensity for the poor mortals who walk under it like ants fleeing from a child with a magnifying glass, but in Yuuji's apartment it's much worse. The air conditioner died months ago and none of the brothers have bothered to fix it, making it a challenge every time the group of friends gathers at the Itadori's apartment not to die from a heat wave.

At least for you, who have been accused of being more sensitive to heat than any other average person.

Too hot to be outside on the balcony (exposed to the hot air, to Maki's cigarette smoke), too hot to be all inside the apartment (piled up like sardines on the couch).

So all your friends are very unevenly distributed. About five are inside the apartment watching the soccer game while the rest are outside trying to cool off every time the warm air blows.

You are uneasy, this is the third time Nobara has commented on it. An hour ago she stopped your foot tapping against the ground with a gentle kick from the sole of her shoe and now she comes back and does it a second time.

"Stop it," she says with a frown, a few shades more annoyed due to the heat. Then she laughs softly downplaying her apparent anger. "What's wrong?" she asks softly, examining you.

Nothing, you lie the first time she asks. And you lie to her again now. "Seriously, what's wrong?"

You hide half your face in the glass to take a long drink of the now warm soda that is beginning to taste salty. Raising your head, you can't escape in time this time, Sukuna's eyes look you up and down from across the floor. He wears the same look as a wild animal, his hair disheveled from the heat, gray pants and compressed black t-shirt tell you he's barely home from the gym. You take another quick drink that hurts your dry throat.

Sukuna shakes his head to the side indicating for you to follow him, then hides down the hallway to continue his route.

Your fingers squeeze the glass full of water droplets that slip through your hands from time to time. You feel Nobara's gaze piercing your temples, so you decide to look at her.

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out of it. So you try again.

"I'm going to use the bathroom. It's too hot," you lie (again) with wrinkles in your forehead, then take an unsure step forward to move away from the balcony but her fingers squeeze your forearm gently stopping you from your escape.

"Is it Sukuna again? Is he bothering you?"

Fuck. Guilt shot through your chest, your teeth were sinking into your lip.

"I- no. I told him not to bother me, I'm not interested in the same annoying games from when we were six."

You sound convincing, enough for Nobara to let you go shaking her head in approval, along with a look that assures she's willing to fight anyone for you.

You slip out of her hand and behind the couch where the group of men are talking and yelling and chewing nachos too loud for any normal chewer.

Your heart beats fast, guilt, adrenaline and excitement is a dangerous cocktail that pushes you to search for Sukuna through the narrow corridor, lurking in the corners of the half-open doors. You were going through the bathroom when an unexpected force pulls your body inside, the force, now materialized as Sukuna, smashes you against the door without gentleness.

"Fuck you," you complain at the impact, wrinkling your nose.

"I might," Sukuna retorts, dark eyes set on your lips.

You clear your throat and fix your back, dry your hands on the denim of your shorts and force yourself to look him in the eye.

"This has to stop."

"What?" Sukuna asks, dangerously close to your mouth. His hands are around your head over the door preventing any escape and his cologne mixed with sweat numbs your senses.

"This," you point a finger at each other's bodies, between the little space between you two. "This! You, flirting with me..."

"Brat."

"Stop."

"We've done more than flirt."

He is smiling again, that smile that signals danger. That smile that shows his sharp fangs that could cut through the darkness. You clear your thoughts with a breath of air from his scent.

"It was just a kiss," you defend yourself with a hint of indignation, flashes of the scene of you on the stairs of Megumi's house detonating in your head.

"You gave me a handjob."

"Jesus."

Unfortunately, you did. You squeeze your eyes shut pushing out the memories of that bad decision along with a throbbing headache that threatens in your temples.

"Sukuna..."

He pulls your chin with two fingers, the action makes you snap your eyes open focused on his gaze and long lashes, your skin burning under his touch. He keeps looking at your mouth.

"I like it when you say my name," he confesses.

"Sukuna..." you can't help but call him back.

"Yeah, just like that."

Sukuna traces the line of your jaw with his soft lips, the shadow of a beard tickles your skin, his nose stumbles against your flesh as he creeps up to your ear painfully slow.

"I thought I'd return the favor," he murmurs, patting your pussy covered by the thick fabric of your shorts and you wonder if even through all the fabric he can feel the heat emanating from your core.

"You don't have to..." you stutter.

"You just keep calling my name."

Expert fingers remove the button and undo the zipper without wasting time, then push your panties aside and what he stumbles over makes him laugh unfunnily at the line of your throat.

"All this for me?" You try to stop him, have an excuse with which to defend yourself when you tell your version of events to your friend and push his hand away while at the same time moving your hips towards him. "This pussy is so wet just for me, for your bully? That's what you call me, isn't it?" he laughs again, the vibrations tangling in the back of your ear and in the wet strands of your hair. You swallow and think about Nobara, what she will say, how guilty you feel and the pain in your temples that is starting to become more noticeable.

Sukuna carefully slides a long finger between your folds making a mess of your pussy juices. He flicks your clit a little in tight circles, you spread your legs wider to give him permission.

Your head hits the door with a soft sound exposing your throat to him, the heat of Sukuna's body drowns you, increases the heat of the room in the form of steam and you feel you can't breathe as he keeps kissing, biting your neck, the piercing ball on his tongue is cold and slippery. One finger pushes inside your slippery pussy easily and a second follows.

"No marking," you remind him, gasping as he adjusts his wrist to go deeper and increase the pace.

Sukuna's kisses on your neck distract you, his tousled hair tickles you. His open mouth leaves kisses on the salty skin of your throat and he sucks and licks and bites at it in a way that makes you wish he made his mouth be somewhere else on your body.

You gasp weakly, his fingers moving in a different way inside you, the squelch of him fucking you hard against the bathroom door bouncing between the tiles and into your skull, all you can hear is his chuckle and how wet you are. Your body slips through the door but a hand on your waist forces you to stand closer to his body and it is only then that you realize how hard he is against your thigh.

Your gazes connect and he gives you that lopsided smirk. "There you go, attagirl."

You squeeze around his fingers, your arousal spilling out around them. You're panting like a dog, your mouth open and Sukuna has to force himself not to bend over and suck your tongue.

Suddenly someone tries to open the door, jiggling the doorknob and knocking desperately. "Hey!" Nobara. Your eyes widen, you try to stop Sukuna but his fingers keep abusing your poor pussy, maltiling a spot inside you.

"You're going to cum," Sukuna murmurs into your temples. "Bite me if you have to."

No! you move your lips without getting the word out, alarmed.

"You will. You are going to cum so hard on my fingers while you fantasize that it's my cock making you feel good," he whispers in your ear, biting it, the ball on his tongue rolling all over the lobe of your ear.

"Hey, baby? Are you there?" Nobara insists.

You can't. You want to run away from there, you want to resist it.

"What do you want, brat?" Sukuna raises his tone of voice.

Sukuna's body embraces you, he is everywhere, the girth of his cock presses against you and you can't help but remember that day. How wet he was from his precum, from your spit, you don't want to think about how big it was, how thick and how good it would feel stretching you.

"Open the door, Sukuna. If you have her there with you..."

You think you might cum with just the tip throbbing inside you, you've seen it before: it's thick and turns red just before he cum. Your fangs sink into his skin marking him, cumming silently as you think about how it would feel to finally have him sinking into you.

"I'm taking a fucking shower, if you want to see my dick just say so."

"You're disgusting." And you are more so. This can't happen again.

As soon as Nobara moves away from the door you push him off your body to go wash your face, the water cools your cheeks and neck but does nothing for your clouded thoughts.

"You..." You look at him, but he's licking his fingers, his pierced tongue licks them up and down and your eyes without permission go to his hard cock where there are now little wet spots. "I hate you."

You are ready to leave but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you close to his body.

"You can hate me all you want but that pussy of yours….” he smiles.

"Shut up."

You don't know how much more you could take of his dirty mouth without your face exploding with heat, you pull your arm and manage to escape his grip. Looking at him one last time before you open the door.

"Not even a kiss goodbye?"

"Ugh!"

You slam the door shut, trotting into the kitchen where you open the fridge and take out a bottle of water, which you immediately bring to your dry mouth. As you close the door, as if it were a ghost Nobara is waiting for you on the other side with arms crossed, making you choke on the water and immediately cough.

"Where were you?" She asks with a judging look examining you up and down.

"I was... looking for a charger."

"You've got to be fucking with me."

"What?"

"The hickey on your neck, smartass." Fuck! "You could at least pretend. Your fucking zipper is open, really, Sukuna?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

[rafesteddy]

Frat Rafe Headcanons

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warnings: Pet names, unprotected p in v, mentions of oral sex, public sex, choking, jealousy, ownership kink, perv Rafe, recording sex, possessive, mentions of fighting, degradation

⭐️ republished ⭐️

Meeting Him…

Frat Rafe – Who first noticed you from across the lecture hall. Luckily for him, you were sitting next to a pledge who quickly switched seats the second Rafe gave him a hard look. He didn’t say a whole lot at first, chuckling to himself as he watched a little blush creep across the apples of your cheeks when he spread his thighs slightly brushing his knee against yours.

Frat Rafe – Who couldn’t take his eyes off of you through the soapy glass at the Fraternity Car Wash. You shamelessly recorded the show, giggling and smiling as he and his brothers washed cars between slow grinds and finger-drawn hearts. A very wet Rafe Cameron somehow made it through the car window, his tall frame barely fitting inside the cab as he continued to work for your cash. He danced to the music blaring through the speakers, smiling cheekily as you tucked a few extra dollars in his short red trunks.

Frat Rafe – Who waved you down before you could pull out of the lot, jogging up to your freshly cleaned car, asking you to come out to the bar that night.

Frat Rafe – Who sent three back-to-back text messages before you could pull away, the third making your mouth fall open. You looked through the window, watching Rafe chuckle and smirk, pretty proud of himself at the reaction that he got from you and the smile you couldn’t take off your lips.

Frat Rafe – Who you fucked after the first date. You couldn’t stop thinking about him after the carwash, his tanned, toned skin glistening in the sun. It was unclear just how many times you watched that fucking video, but it was a lot. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him. Rafe Cameron lived up to every one of the rumors. The sex was amazing, the best you ever had, rough and slow, fast when you needed it. His long thick cock filled you deliciously. It seemed like he was always one step ahead of you; like he knew what you wanted before you even asked. His beautiful blue eyes were always on you, hazed with sex. His soft lips and tongue pleased you again and again ‘til you were a babbling mess.

Dating Frat!Rafe…

Frat Rafe – Who’s affectionate and gentle with you. Only you get to see that side of him, Rafe, reserving all his sweetness for you.

Frat Rafe – Who loves to wrap his strong arm around your neck in doggy, tugging you as close as possible, ‘til you’re begging him to let you cum.

Frat Rafe – Who went absolutely crazy the first time you called him daddy. The petname quickly became his favorite.

Frat Rafe – Who loves to brag about you to his frat brothers, especially when he’s drunk. The blonde, quick to remind them how much better you are than the girls they are hitting on to the point where it’s downright rude. You’ll scold his tipsy ass, and he’ll sass you as he continues to dog his friend until you have no choice but to smash your lips against his and steal the words off his lips.

Frat Rafe – Who sent you this message just a few days after you started talking:

Little did you know how much it was on his mind. He hated that you weren’t official. A much as Rafe wanted you to belong to him, he wanted to belong to you.

Frat Rafe – Who asked you out that night ‘cause he couldn’t wait any longer.

Frat Rafe – Who loves sneaking away with you at parties. Sure, he loves showing you off, but his favorite thing to do is chill in his truck, listening to music while the two of you share a joint and talk.

Frat Rafe – Who would rather spend every night at your place than the frat house because he can actually relax. Some nights you go to sleep alone and wake up with Rafe’s strong body hugging you from behind after he let himself in with the key you had cut just for him. He couldn’t sleep and needed you.

Frat Rafe – Who lives in weathered fraternity t-shirts and snapbacks if he’s not rocking a crisp polo. At any function, Rafe’s hat usually ends up on your head, one way or another, left on from time to time when you suck him off or ride his cock.

Frat Rafe – Who doesn’t trust any of his frat brothers around you but Top. If you’re coming over to hang out he’s meeting you out at your car to walk you in. If you’re at a party his hand is in yours, resting on your back, draped over your shoulder, or wrapped around your waist. He loves the contact just as much as he loves keeping you safe.

Frat Rafe – Who texts you cute/horny shit when he’s drunk and you’re away.

He often questions how he got so lucky or why are you dating me again? Rafe knows you love him, he just loves hearing it. His frat brothers also know when you’re gone for the weekend because Rafe turns into an absolute dick, bitching about everything until you’re back.

Frat Rafe – Who doesn’t care if people can hear the two of you having sex in fact he loves it. Rafe coaches you through each orgasm, trying hard to get you screaming for him.

“C’mon, princess… Let these boys hear how good daddy’s givin’ it to you.”

“Shh… Baby, I’d hate for all these guys to hear what a filthy fuckin’ slut you are f’me.”

“Bet he didn’t think I was fuckin’ you right. What do you think he thinkin’ now huh?”

He also loves watching you walk back into the party all flushed and wobbly knowing that he was the reason you were weak in the knees. Rafe loves to mark you with love bites, and hand prints, dark hickies on your cleavage that peek out of your low-cut dress, pairing beautifully with the sparkly little R pendant around your neck.

Frat Rafe – Who dedicates every Wednesday night for date night and will never let a frat meeting or function interfere.

Frat Rafe – Who’s a surprisingly good dancer. He’ll only dance at the bar if he’s wasted, but when he does, your ass is pressed up against him with his strong hands clutching your hips. It doesn’t take long until you’re dress is bunched up around your waist, panties pushed to the side, with Rafe’s pants in a puddle around his ankles as he fills you up in the dingy bar bathroom. On the other hand, if you’re at the frat house, it only takes a song or two until your bent over the bathroom sink or pressed up against the hallway wall.

Frat Rafe – Who couldn’t wait for Spring Break. Each drunken day was spent at the beach with his frat brothers and your friends – each night, a different bar. But Rafe made sure you still had some moments alone whether it be to take you shopping, share a beer, or watch the sunset.

Frat Rafe – Who got rid of his dirt bike and bought a motorcycle instead. Of course, making sure he bought a helmet for you so he could bring you to class or for a cruise around campus.

Frat Rafe – Who fell in love with you all over again when you made him a beer poster with yourself as the model. You had no idea how much he loved it until you showed up to the next frat party and saw it framed on the wall.

Frat Rafe – Who’s gotten in trouble with the law a few times for fighting. Rafe, no stranger to a fight on account of you when someone tries to start shit or gets handsy. He never ends up making it to jail, usually talking or paying his way out of it.

Frat Rafe – Who knows your class schedule like the back of his hand. Whenever he’s at the library he’ll text you and ask if you need a study break which is code for stuffing you full of his cock in study room D.

Frat Rafe – Who jealously gets the better of him, and when he pisses you off, all it takes is a flirty smile and a wave at one of his frat brothers or a hockey player to set him off. The rest of the night consists of rough, possessive sex, and punishment which somehow turns into sweet, slow passionate sex where’s he’s mumbling I love you’s and I’m sorry’s between deep strokes and kisses.

Frat Rafe – Who loves it when you wear his clothes, especially his oversized frat t-shirts paired with your cute little panties.

Frat Rafe – Who sends you gym selfies because he knows how crazy they make you, especially post-workout shots.

Frat Rafe – Who couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off you at the frat formal. It was hard not to think about the future when you looked so pretty in your white sparkly dress.

Frat Rafe – Who’s fiercely loyal. You never need to worry about other girls around him, but the sight of it still makes you jealous. Rafe is quick to assure you you’re all he wants and needs.

Frat Rafe – Who has a thing for your panties. The lacey and prettier the better; wrapped around the shift of his truck, looped over the hand of his bedroom door, the rung of his bedpost, anywhere and everywhere. He loves to wrap them around the base of his cock when you ride him or knot them around your wrists when he ties you to his headboard. But his eyes roll back in his skull when you stuff them in his mouth because he loves how you taste.

Frat!Rafe – Who loves recording the two of you having sex and frequently snaps pictures of you just ‘cause.

Frat!Rafe – Who won’t just send you dick pics when you ask, but videos with the sounds on, usually moaning your name until he’s spilling onto his hand, using the pictures or videos the two of you took as porn.

Frat!Rafe – Who had to change his lock screen when you took him home for the holidays because it was a picture of you in his favorite lingerie.

Frat!Rafe – Who has pictures of you everywhere and he doesn’t care who sees because don’t you wish you had a girl like mine.

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲? || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one || part two: Suddenly, we have a baby || part three: Dharma

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- what was supposed to be a date between you and Miguel, ends up being a night to babysit Mayday. Was it enough to unleash a baby fever? 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- nah, just fluff. clingy!reader x grumpy!Miguel + cute!Mayday, implied age gap (legal) and implied short reader (I’m 5’2, this man can ruin me), implied sex and baby talks. NO PROOFREAD!!. 𝐀/𝐍_PLEASE, listen lover and false God along this!!!!

♪ ♫ my miguel playlist. ✰ index (masterlist/ other works there)

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Irritant and cute giggles.

That’s all Miguel keeps hearing. He’s fixated on the screens of his office. At some point, he checks to see how his new white and red suit is doing.

But every damn time, he gets distracted by some giggles.

Until the giggles turn into strong waves of laughter, he turns, visibly annoyed.

Peter is holding Mayday, and you are seated across them and erupting into laughter once Mayday imitates some growling sounds from you and Peter.

Okay, the sight looked and sounded adorable. Mainly because it was you making the baby laugh and make funny sounds. But Miguel had work to do…

“Hey!. You three, out. You’re annoying me,” Miguel spits out. Peter, Mayday, and you turn to see the man.

“Someone’s being grumpy…” Miguel sees you exchange mocking looks with the little girl. And Peter is only there existing.

Then you stand up, and with a little jump, you’re on his floating station/desk, whatever.

He feels you tickle his rib, so he looks down on you.

You are telling him to lean down a little. So he does.

You stand on your tiptoes and smash his cheek with a kiss.

“See you at home?” You ask.

Peter nor Mayday can’t see it, but Miguel has a hand on the small of your back; his way of saying I love you, be safe. Because he couldn’t be utterly soft around the workplace.

“Say bye to the bitter man, Mayday,” you say, taking the baby from Peter’s arms.

The three of you started leaving with another long wave of laugh and chuckles.

Of course a pain in the ass for Miguel.

…

Later that day, a mission was successfully accomplished. Miguel had gone to a different one with Jessica, Lyla, lego Spider-man, and Spider-cat (his low-key favorite interns).

On the other hand, he was impatiently waiting for you to come back and go home together. He was in the mood to spend some time at your place.

It was your grandparent's house, and it was beyond cozy. Miguel had to admit that living on futuristic Earth was excellent. Still, even when your home could be considered as yesteryear, it was better.

However, he could not see the time to leave because he couldn’t find you anywhere.

He even started to worry something had happened.

Hobie, Gwen, Miles, Peter, and Mayday weren’t Miguel's best options for missions. But… they were your family.

“Why the pout?” Suddenly, Jess appeared at his side. Miguel ignored her and kept walking through the long hallway. Some spider people greeted him and Jess, she made brief conversations, and Miguel only sent them nods.

“I’m not pouting…” he answered finally.

“You are.”

“No.” Jess chuckled, rubbing her giant belly.

Miguel gave her a quick glance. Realizing that her coworker was heavily pregnant. It had been some rough months, especially after the events that Miles brought to everyone in the HQ. So for Jess, it must’ve been worse.

“Have you seen y/n?” He asked.

“She’s been here for some hours now. She contained the anomaly with Peter and the others” Then where the hell were you?

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the cafeteria.

Miguel and Jess exchanged some looks before walking all over the hallways that would lead them to the cafeteria.

The scene was… interesting.

Hobie was driving the spider-car, you on the passenger seat with Mayday in your arms and spider-plushie on your shoulder.

In the backseat, Miles and Gwen were laughing and looking back.

And chasing the car, Peter B. Parker tries to catch everyone with a poor running pace.

Miguel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t complain. You married a younger woman…” said Jess laughing at the sight.

Soon, the car disappeared through another hallway, with Peter screaming to stop the vehicle.

“I’m not complaining. But-“ he wouldn’t say it out loud, but Miguel loved you just like you were. He wouldn’t change anything for you.

“I’m not gonna be here soon. You gotta be conscious that you’ll deal with them all alone.”

“I know…” you had a mature side that Miguel enjoyed regarding safety, health, and serious decisions. But he also loved that you remained optimistic most of the time.

And he couldn’t blame you. Back home, you had few real friends, only two girlfriends, and your family.

Both girls were shocked to learn that you were engaged less than half a decade after high school. But they were so supportive, and they accepted Miguel. Same story for your family.

Then spending time with his least favorite coworkers made you happy. So Miguel could handle the annoying moments. Just for you…

“Tell me if I’m trespassing. But… What do you do together? It’s still unbelievable that you two are married.” Miguel gives her a stern look. He doesn’t like to discuss his private (nor public) life with you, but somehow Jess wasn’t a burden of questions like Peter or Miles and Gwen.

“She likes cooking, so we either go to restaurants or cook together. Then she likes spending hours at this giant library near her place,” Jess smiles. Knowing how much you liked spending time between pages and pages.

“So you’re a pleaser. Interesting…”

“Jess…” Miguel warned her. Jessica laughed harder, giving up.

“Okay, okay, sorry. It’s just that… she seems like… the opposite of you. But it also seems like it works well.”

“It does,” he accepts, allowing himself to smile very little.

“Are you taking her on a date this weekend?”

“We haven’t been on a date since… two months?” okay, that sounded terrible for a year and a half marriage.

“Dude…” her tone indicated that it was a catastrophic event, that you and Miguel hadn’t been on a date for so long.

“What? We’re both busy. I’m in charge here; she has work to do here and college stuff. “ it wasn’t that bad. You always made time to make a decent dinner, watch movies, listen to music, and cuddle before sleeping. Miguel couldn’t complain.

“So?” Miguel knew what Jess was about to add. She would say you two didn’t have a child to care about.

And it made him question it. Did he ever see himself being a father again? No.

Would he love to see you pregnant and taking care of a baby? Yes

Would he be able to leave his trauma behind just to be happy again if you asked for a baby?… Maybe.

“I’ll just say it’s a good weekend to spend time together again. Not worrying about work is…Is a relaxed Friday.” she was right.

Maybe Miguel would take her word.

But first, he had to find you.

…

“Would you like to have a date?” His question popped in a way that made you feel like he was asking for the first time again.

You smile brightly, looking up at him with a slight arch on your brow.

“Yeah. I would love that,” he sighs, relieved.

“Your place. It’s better….” you knew he preferred your house. So you would not complain.

“Sure. Then let me clean today, okay?” He nodded.

Unexpectedly you hug him. Your head barely brushed his chest. And since nobody was around, Miguel hugged you back. His hands caress your head softly, touching your hair.

“I love you so much,” you admit with your eyes closed. He knows it’s obvious. Nobody would’ve stood him for so long, even before marriage.

“Me too, bonita,” he replies calmly.

There’s a characteristic pull you do in his rib every time you ask for a kiss.

So he leans again, but there’s time for a long deep kiss this time.

It’s impossible to not miss your body too.

Memories that shouldn’t appear, assault him at that moment.

Honestly, he can’t wait to have you the next night. You never deny him a good time in bed. And Miguel can’t help but be surprised that a small body like yours has long-lasting stamina.

Except when the weather it’s too hot and your low blood pressure can’t take it.

Other than that, you were so determined to take him and endure anything he decided to give you.

Another big reason to love you.

He’s still kissing you. And he can sense how your body temperature increases. He doesn’t have spider sense but swears he can hear your throbs and pulses around nothing.

A cold shower, that’s what he’s gonna need.

“So.. See you tomorrow, amor.” You say one last time. He lets you go and can’t wait for the next day.

Yeah, even when he sees you every day, no matter what.

Because he’s beyond in love with you.

…

As you walk towards your little office, you encounter Peter and Mayday.

“Hey!. You two are still here,” they turned, giving you a big smile.

“Yeah, Mayday can’t leave without a warm bottle of milk from here” You wondered what could make the milk from the HQ something special for Mayday. Maybe it was the mascarpone flavor….

“I want to leave early because this girl needs a bath before tomorrow….” you frown, confused. There’s a lot of trust and a great friendship with the man, even when he is older than Miguel and you. And as much as your husband liked to remark that Peter wasn’t a friend, the truth was obvious.

“What’s gonna happen tomorrow?…”

“I’m having a date with MJ, and we hope her mother can take care of Mayday. Cause if she can’t… maybe we won’t be able to- “

“Miguel and I can take care of her…” you suggest immediately.

“Really? That would be great. But… What about…?”

“Miguel? You know him…He secretly likes Mayday,” you respond.

But then you remember you were supposed to have a date with your husband. You haven’t had an entire day with him outside of work. And he hadn’t fucked you since two weeks ago.

But Mayday couldn’t be such a bother…Right? Like, look at that cute face and baby carrot hairs.

“Well, in that case…Do I bring her?” You nod, completely forgetting about Miguel and what could be his reaction.

“Sure. You know my place, right?” Peter had been there several times before you and Miguel got married.

“Yeah. So… at 7:00 pm? I would pick her up before midnight.”

“It’s fine. Right, baby?” Mayday giggles and keeps drinking from her little bottle.

“Alright then… see you tomorrow” You wave goodbye to the duo and go home.

It won’t be that bad.

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Miguel opens the door of your house, and the first thing he hears is soft music playing.

My heart's been borrowed, and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my… LOVER!!!!.

You are singing between giggles and pauses.

Okay, he knows the song. He knows you dedicate that whole album to him every time you play it.

And when he enters the kitchen, he wants to pinch his arm to confirm he’s not dreaming.

You are cooking something on the little island: a baby pink dress, red cardigan, hair in a braid.

One hand is stirring something, and the other is… carrying Mayday?

“Oh. Hey, babe!” You greet him, running to give him a peck on the lips.

“Uh…What’s going on?” He asks, pointing at the baby in your arm.

“We’re babysitting her!” Mayday is super concentrated on a piece of watermelon you gave her, chewing and making a mess of her onesie.

“This was supposed to be a date…” he doesn’t want to ruin the mood. But he was expecting some time alone with his wife.

“It is… Peter will pick her up before midnight. We never go to sleep before 2:00am, amor.”

“Great. I have to deal with Peter even on my free day,” you laugh at his exaggerated reaction.

“Oh, don’t be like that. Mayday is a burst of sunshine; she will not trouble us.” When Miguel turns back to see you, the baby is gone from your arms. She’s climbing your kitchen drawers. Your husband instantly panics when he sees Mayday could fall into the boiling water at any moment.

“You have to look after her,” he says to you, eyes switching from you to the baby.

“I’m looking at her…”

“No. You’re looking at the recipe for…mushroom soup?” Mayday trembles, and Miguel runs to basically catch her. But you make a movement that shoots out two webs, making a little swing for her. She coos and laughs happily.

“See? I got her….” you say proudly.

Miguel had to accept you were good at taking care of kids. Making him question it further if he was ready to pop in the question; Do you want a baby?

“Could you two pick a movie? I left some options on the couch” Miguel looks at Mayday, who seems to understand that you need something from her, so stretches her arms to Miguel, asking him to pick her up.

“She’s asking you to lift her, babe.”

He rolls his eyes, and with a grumpy attitude, he picks Mayday in his arms.

You take a mental screenshot of the image. And your baby's fever escalates even more. Only that you swore to not bring up the issue. Because you weren’t ready to find out if Miguel was prepared to try for a baby again.

Miguel and Mayday, they both look at the pair of movies you have out.

All are for kids, but he can easily look at any of those because he would be with you.

And probably would not pay attention.

“Which one do you want?” He asks the girl. She looks at the movies again and points at the pirates and fairies one.

“Good choice,” your husband lets out. Mayday only giggles.

…

Well, Miguel couldn’t sit next to you.

Because Mayday was in the middle. You made her some tofu nuggets with vegetables because you were an almond babysitter. Also cause Peter said Mayday needed to eat more greens.

She happily looked at the movie while she had the plate before her.

Then you and Miguel had mushroom soup with warm bread and salad.

He never failed to flatter your food; never.

You can feel he’s praying for Mayday to fall asleep.

He has some big fuck me eyes, actually begging.

You can’t help but smile and giggle as he rolls his eyes.

For another twenty minutes, the movie continues. But soon, Mayday climbs Miguel and starts resting on his chest, and no more than a minute later, she’s fast asleep.

Both of you are in shock. He doesn’t even know where to place his hands.

Until you stand to place his hands in the right place, one on her head and the other on her back.

Miguel looks astronomically big with the baby in his arms. And once again, you look with a giant pair of heart eyes.

Your head is screaming; give me a baby, please!!!!!!

However, you and Miguel only stare at each other, probably thinking and wanting to say the same.

“I’ll put her on your bed” You nod, thanking him as his broad figure disappears from the living room.

You take the dishes to the kitchen and clean them.

There’s a long pause after drying your hands with a flower towel. You stare vaguely at your window, looking through the flowers Miguel gave you when he arrived.

You can’t ask him, but you want so badly. He’s your husband, your lover. You should be able to ask him, cause you to talk with him about everything and anything.

When you go back to the living room, Miguel is there. The tv is off, and the whole room is in complete darkness except for your window. Which led some light to enter through the curtains.

You look at him; he’s seated on the couch.

Your mouth opens and closes. Because you can’t find the words.

“Do you want a baby?” He asks. It’s sudden, unexpected, and shocking.

“I-…” You are frozen. His eyes had never been so intimidating. Yet, the love you feel when you come closer to sit beside him is more immense.

“I do, but-“Then you think about him. His past, trauma, and sequels he could have.

“I think I’m ready to move forward,” he can make you feel shocked again.

He’s making an effort… Why ruin it?

“You are?…” you ask, taking his hand. He caressed your knuckles, softening the moment.

“Yes. Since some months ago… I’ve seen you the kid, and I want that,” he leans into your touch. The way you caress his cheeks invites him to stay there forever.

“So…Wanna try?” You’ve never been on the pill or anything; just pure luck. Maybe it turned out for the best.

“Yes…” somehow the moment is awkward. But in a cute way because neither of you knows where to start.

“Is the kid completely asleep?” you chuckle on his lips. So you’re trying earlier…

“Completely passed out. Don’t worry, amor. I’ll be quiet” he spreads his big thighs when you straddle him on the couch. Your weight is incredibly relaxing for him, so he cherishes every moment.

“Bonita…You’re never quiet” his comment makes you blush. Miguel loved the power he had to make you feel like a teenager in love yet. And it wasn’t because of the age gap. It was simply the way you were.

“Yes, I’ll be. Promise…”

You weren’t quiet. But at least Mayday snored.

—

Peter is greeted by a sweaty Miguel, and you are all disheveled. His face turns into a grin, a disgusted one. He doesn’t even say hi to Miguel; he just steps into your house.

“You two had-“

“NO!” You deny it immediately, drinking a water bottle, ignoring your friend’s judgmental gaze.

“Yes,” Miguel admits with his usual stoic presence.

“MAN..why?” Peter asks in disbelief. Your blush can’t help but increase until you look like a swollen tomato.

“Guess my baby set the alarms of a baby fever…huh?” Even Miguel wants to laugh but does his best to stand still.

“Yeah, okay. Maybe…” you admit laughing nervously.

Miguel disappears to bring the baby, leaving you and Peter alone.

“So, how was the date?”

“So… How was the tango session?” He starts laughing.

“PETER!” You nudge his arm, joining his chuckles.

“Nah, the date was amazing. Oh, how much I love my wife,” he hears your prolonged aww. Then Miguel appears with a happy Mayday again.

“You woke her?” Peter asks, taking his daughter.

“No. She was awake already.” Your husband replies.

“You know? You two will be good at this” You can’t help but smile widely. You hug your friend quickly before saying bye to Mayday, and a second later…It’s just you and him again.

“This turned… good,” Miguel admits.

“He’s right?”

“What?”

“Peter. He’s right; we’ll be good at this” Finally, you see him smile. A genuine smile that is only reserved for you.

“Promise me that we’ll be careful. That we are going to try so hard to keep it going?” He pleads suddenly. Looking down at you with a slight pout.

“Oh, Miguel. I can’t assure you everything will be perfect. But I’ll do my best for us and upcoming additions. I promise,” he nods, pressing his forehead against you.

And again, it’s all kisses and slow heavy breathings.

“I wanna keep trying….” you reveal between kisses. He smiles; you can feel it. No matter what, he would always have you, but… he would try for that baby.

“I think we’re gonna stay up past bedtime,” you giggle, stretching again to feel his warm lips.

Impatient to feel them all across your body.

But little did you know, you had already been hosting a baby for the past three months.

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Black Dahlia - 58. Tell Me What You Know

Summary: Dahlia's RSC takes an interesting turn when her father makes an apperance. Just how far will he go to get what he wants from her? A/N: Damn, another follower milestone! You guys are smashing it. Enjoy your bonus post!

Warnings: Violence. Torture. Death.

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I can’t tell if time slows or if he’s taking his time to saunter into the room, but his steps echo around the now deadly quiet chamber. Why the hell was he here? He shouldn’t be here. But he was. And his presence scared me more than the training we were being put through.

”I can see why you enjoyed War Games so much last year. Quite satisfying being on the other end of this.” He mocks as he stops in front of me, taking in how I’m shackled to the chair.

Of course he’d be getting a kick out of seeing his own daughter strapped into a chair and being tortured. Fucking bastard.

”Sure you don’t want to swap? It’s quite enjoyable.” I try and say cheerily.

He doesn’t even hesitate as the back of his hand flies out and snaps my head to the side. The ring he wears on his finger cutting across my cheek. And there’s not denying the blood that rolls down my cheek from it.

”She’s your daughter.” Kai snarls.

”No. She’s a prisoner for interrogation.” My father says calmly as he keeps his focus on me. “I don’t have a daughter.”

Somehow his words hurt more than him hitting me. It’s not the first time he’s said I’m not his daughter. Though he’s probably hoping the others see it as him playing a long with the scenario. Little does he know they all know the slight truth behind his words now. But this feels like the final nail in the coffin.

”Have they said anything?” He asks, turning his attention to the two riders.

They shake their heads. “No. They’re a tight nit group. But we’ll break them. We always do.”

He turns his head, taking in my squad mates chained to the wall. And I don’t miss how his attention stays more focused on Bodhi than the others.

”Cuff those ones and take them to the other room” He commands the other two before turning his head back to me.

”But si-”

”Now!” He commands, cutting off the female with a stern look.

She nods before they both turn towards my squad mates, all of who look nervous as hell to be taken from the room. This wasn’t normal. This much we knew. And out of all of them Bodhi looks the most unsure of what’s about to happen. He’s the last to leave the room, and they have to literally shove him out to get him to move.

The two riders go to come back in, but my father waves them off. “Stay with the others.”

They both share an unsure look, but quickly nod and leave the room, not wanting to disobey a direct order. And with that, they leave me alone with my father as they close the door behind them.

”Finally worth your time am I?” I ask him. Probably not my smartest move, but it’s not like my situation could get any worse.

”Don’t flatter yourself.” He snaps at me as he circles my chair. “You’re just lucky you’re some what useful now you’re in with that lot and dating him.”

My heart drops. Shit. He’s going to use this as a chance to get back at me for being with Garrick. Being friends with Bodhi. And I can’t help but wonder, does this have anything to do with what I’ve noticed recently?

”His name is Garrick.” I point out.

For the first time since being in here, I cry out in pain as his fist connects with the side of my face. I try to blink through the pain, but only one of my eyes wants to open and close. Great, my eyes swollen. Just what I need. But I know it’s going to be the least of my worries.

”I don’t care what his name is. All I care about is what he’s told you.” He says as he stops in front of me.

I spit out the blood that’s started pooling in my mouth, barely missing his boots as it hits the ground. “Y-you’re going to have t-to be more specific.” I grit out as I slowly raise my head.

He steps forward, grasping my jaw as he angles my head back and glares down at me. ”Don’t play dumb girl. I know he’s told you something.”

I scoff at him, causing him to shove my head to the side as he steps back. “Oh he’s told me plenty.” I drawl as I spit out more blood. “H-How he doesn’t care about what happened. How he k-knows you’re a manipulative bastard. Hell, even said he’s proud of me unlike my own father.”

I scream as a sickening crack echoes around the room. Not just any crack. Bone breaking. My bone breaking. I struggle to stay conscious as my arm throbs with excruciating pain. In the distance I can hear someone yelling. But I can’t tell who it is over how much fucking pain I’m in.

”Don’t play with me girl. Tell me what I want to know.” He demands.

I force my eyes open, seeing my father stand there with the fucking hammer he used to break my arm. Fucking bastard. My body shakes as I try to calm down. Get my body to relax. But I’m not sure how much more I can take before my body gives in. There’s a ringing in my ears, black dots starting to plague my vision. I had to hang on. Otherwise he’d move to Bodhi next. I knew he’d be able to hold on. But I couldn’t be the reason he went through this. But there’s no denying this is more than just me dating Garrick. More than me being friends with Bodhi. No, there’s more to this.

”S-starting to feel l-like this is p-personal and not the s-scenario C-colonel.” I get out between heavy breaths.

He crouches down in front of me, swinging the hammer down to my opposite arm, the hammer crushing my fingers as I scream in pain. I’m pretty sure I black out for a few moments. Because when I open my eyes my father is no longer crouched before me, the door to the chamber wide open. Panic sets in as I hear yelling, the unmistakeable sound of a fist connecting with someones face before they hit the ground. I try to pull on my restraints, but it makes my vision start to fade to black. Shit. I look up to see my father dragging someone into the room, my heart lurching into my chest at the sight of black hair. But he turns them so their back is to me. I have no way of knowing if this is Kai or Bodhi. Both of them similar height and build. And the same damn black hair. Shit. Please don’t be Bodhi. Please don’t be him. Xaden and Garrick would never forgive me.

”You want personal Dahlia? Now it’s personal.” He says as he twists his hands and the sound of bone breaking echoes in the room again as he snaps their neck.

I don’t even know if I scream as I watch the body fall to the ground. My heart stopping as I watch it crumble into a heap at my feet. All I can do is stare at the body in the dimly lit room. Stare at the messy black hair.

”You fucking bastard.” I growl out at him, not giving him the satisfaction of yelling or screaming at him as I continue to stare at the body at my feet. A body that is definitely not breathing.

”Tell me what they’re up to then. Tell me what they’re planning. Tell me where they do. Tell me and all this stops. I’ll even say you escaped so those left of your squad can get that silly little patch that no one’s gotten in years. Tell me and this is all over. Tell me and no one else has to die.” He tells me in a calm voice that sends shivers up my spine.

With my fathers words, it’s clear he’s noted what I have. Confirming my suspicions that they haven’t been going to outposts for training operations. They’re up to something. Something he’s scared of. Something leadership would be scared of. And the only thing that could be was another rebellion. Something Xaden wouldn’t risk without good reason.

I slowly raise my head and look at him. Knowing with what I say next I’m not going to be able to stay conscious after. Offering him a smirk I know is going to do me no favours. “I don’t know anything. And even if I did, maybe you should have treated me like a daughter. You’re not my family and I owe you nothing.”

And with one final hit everything fades to black.

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[whitecompri]

Shortcut to Your Heart

Pairing: Boom!Sonic x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comedy

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Mild Action Violence, Light Romance

A/N: I was writing about Sonic, and I started thinking, why not write about the Boom version of him? And so I started writing this one, I hope you like it.

--*--

The morning was pleasant, a gentle breeze swayed the palm trees, and the day would have been calm—if not for the sound of explosions and crashes coming from Hedgehog Village. Team Sonic had regrouped in the middle of the village, preparing to face yet another wave of Motobugs. You took position beside Amy and Sticks, getting ready to strike back. 

“I told you we should’ve stopped at Meh Burger before checking out the noise. Now we’re hungry and have to fight!” Sonic spin dashed into one of the badniks, blowing it up. 

“Stop whining. Amy wanted to make breakfast for us today!” you said, rolling to the side to dodge another badnik. 

“Good thing we didn’t accept, or we’d be fighting with a stomachache.” He crossed his arms at you. 

“Hey!” Amy shouted from afar, annoyed at him while smashing a Motobug with her hammer. 

“Can we forget about Amy’s terrible cooking and focus on smashing these old cans?” Knuckles punched a line of robots, sending them flying. 

“Guys, this isn’t about Amy’s cooking! It’s about being mad at Sonic for agreeing to check out the explosion noise,” you said, kicking a badnik that was coming up behind the blue hedgehog. He let out an annoyed grunt, spin dashing another one. 

That was when your eyes caught a group of civilians hiding in a corner, and your brow furrowed as you felt the strong urge to rescue them. 

“Sonic, help me here.” You took off running. 

He looked at you, ready to retort, but you were already far ahead. 

“Hey! Saying something and running off is my thing!” He dashed after you, stopping in front of you and starting to move debris away from the civilians. 

Soon after, you arrived at his side, pulling away broken wood and tossing it aside. 

That’s when both of your gazes fell on the group of hiding civilians. The ones in front promptly took off running, leaving behind only two. A couple, hugging, lost in a deep kiss. 

You raised an eyebrow. Sonic scrunched his muzzle to the side. The two of you exchanged a look. 

“Ugh... Lovebirds in the middle of chaos... So cute... Blergh.” The hedgehog stuck out his tongue, displeased by the romantic scene in front of him, whispering to you. 

“What do we do? Do we leave them here... or interrupt?” you whispered back. An explosion went off behind you at that moment, but both of you were more focused on the scene in front. 

Sonic shrugged, scratching his chin and narrowing his eyes. 

“Let’s just leave them there. I don’t wanna look at that for another second...” He turned his back and returned to the fight. 

“Agreed...” you said quietly, following behind your teammate. 

--*-- 

You walked beside Tails, leading the group. Behind you, Sonic walked with his hands laced behind his head, a bored look on his face as the team made their way to Meh Burger. 

Finally sitting at the table, you all relaxed after the battle. You sighed, crossing your arms, waiting for your order to be ready—until you heard Sonic next to you, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. 

“Man, did you see that couple in the middle of the battle? How can they be like that while all the action’s going on?” Sonic gestured with his hands, sounding indignant. 

“I think you should appreciate passionate couples more, Sonic. If they were that lost in a kiss, it means they feel something real,” Amy replied, lacing her fingers on the table. 

“Oh sure, let’s see how far that love would go if a badnik ran right over them,” you said, crossing your arms. 

You turned your head, hearing a laugh. 

“I think Sonic’s jealous,” Knuckles said with a mischievous look. 

“Pfft, as if. If I wanted a girl, I’d just go up to her,” Sonic said, resting his face on his hand, elbow on the table. 

“You don’t want to, or you can’t?” the echidna kept teasing. 

“Obviously I don’t want to right now.” The hedgehog closed his eyes, gesturing with his hand. 

“He’s rusty in the art of romance. I bet not even a rock would fall for him,” you said quietly, inspecting your nails. 

“Please... winning hearts is just a matter of speed and style. I’ve got both. Doesn’t matter if I’m rusty or not...” the hedgehog turned to you, furrowing his brow. 

“If that’s the case, then I’m a romance master too. I’ve got tons of style—look, I’m wearing mismatched socks.” Knuckles pointed down, and the team looked at him with deadpan, confused expressions. 

“...And that’s why you don’t have a girlfriend, Knux,” Sonic said, slowly shaking his head. 

You sighed softly. 

“I’m just saying... if I ever have a romance that makes me want to kiss someone in the middle of an explosion, commit me. That’s way too cheesy.” Sonic gave a small nod at your statement, a sly smirk forming on his muzzle as he looked at you with a raised brow. 

“Some might take that as a challenge...” he said in a low, husky voice. 

“Challenge?” you asked, confused. 

“Well yeah. I’m irresistible, so I find it hard to believe someone wouldn’t fall for me in a day. So here’s the challenge: I’ve got until midnight to win you over. You’ll fall head over heels for me. Easy. If I win, you give me a kiss.” He turned his body toward you, a smug grin on his face. 

“And if you lose?” You crossed your arms, a sly smirk of your own appearing. 

“Let’s make it interesting. If I lose, you get whatever you want.” He placed his arm on the table, tapping his finger impatiently. 

“Whatever I want, huh? Sounds tempting. Deal.” You extended your hand. 

The blue hedgehog’s eyes lit up. He chuckled softly, grabbing your hand to seal the bet. 

“Can’t wait to get started,” he said with an eager voice. 

“And I can’t wait to watch,” you said, noticing the surprised looks from your friends around the table, all staring at your exchange. 

--*-- 

You stretched out on the couch, starting to feel bored. It had been about an hour since Sonic proposed the challenge, but so far, he hadn’t done anything—or rather, he hadn’t even shown up again. You had no idea where he’d gone. 

Sighing, you flopped back onto the couch, resting one arm behind your head, staring up at the wooden ceiling of the cabin you shared with the blue hedgehog. And living with that rodent wasn’t exactly an easy task. 

Suddenly, the front door burst open with a loud sound, making you jump in surprise. You looked toward the door, only to be met with your blue friend, a smug smile on his face, both hands behind his back. 

Your eyes immediately narrowed at him, suspicious of that look and smirk on his face. 

“So...? What are you hiding back there?” you asked, crossing your arms. 

Sonic chuckled softly, taking a few steps toward you and stopping in front of the couch. 

“If I remember correctly, we’ve got a bet, right?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Well, I thought about it a lot, really got my hedgehog brain working, and now... I’ve brought my handsome face here to give you a gift...” His voice gradually became a low, husky murmur. 

As you raised a curious eyebrow, his hand moved from behind his back to reveal what he’d been hiding. 

Your mind took a moment to process what the heck had gone through his head to bring you this.��

“...Sonic?” you asked hesitantly, staring at the very unconventional bouquet in his hand. 

“Like it?” 

“Dude, I don’t even know what to say... Was this supposed to be a romantic gift?” Your hand hesitantly reached out, taking the bouquet from him to examine it more closely. 

Among the little green leaves, a few stalks stretched upward, ending in tiny open green mouths, waiting for the next unfortunate insect to fall in. 

“I worked hard to find those, okay? These carnivorous plants only grow deep in the forest,” the hedgehog said proudly, puffing out his chest. 

“What am I supposed to do with this now? Throw it in your face so they bite you?” you asked playfully. 

“Oh, don’t worry, they don’t bite... I think.” He glanced away for a second, then looked back at you. “So? Have you fallen for me yet?” 

“You swear they don’t bite?”

One of the little mouths on the plant began to stretch, getting dangerously close to your face. 

“It’s not like they’re gonna bite your finger off with those tiny little mouths,” the hedgehog laughed, watching every single one of your reactions meticulously. 

You let out a snorty laugh. 

“What kind of guy gives carnivorous plants to win over a girl? I think your mating ritual system needs a little recalibration, huh?” you said in a playful tone, amused by his choice of gift. Still, you were holding the plants tightly to your chest, in a caring way. 

“Think about it, babe. Any guy would give you flowers… but only I gave you carnivorous plants. That means I actually thought before gifting, and that means I care. Any girl would be totally into that.” He gestured with his hand. 

“Well yeah, but I’m not just any girl, am I? I put up with you 24/7 in this house, the situation with me is a little more delicate.” You stood up, walking calmly toward the kitchen, looking for a water jar to place the plants in. “You’ve still got time, don’t worry.” You gave him a wink before turning around, focusing your attention on the plants. 

Sonic’s fists clenched, and his eyes filled with determination. Then, in the blink of an eye, he dashed out of the house at the speed of sound, leaving only his blue trail behind. 

--*-- 

Focused, you were busy washing some dishes. Still, even while absorbed in the task, you were ready for Sonic’s next attempt, which you figured wouldn’t take long—he’d already had enough time to get creative with his next move. 

And right when your thoughts were circling around the blue hedgehog, you caught a movement from the corner of your eye. Looking to the side, you spotted him standing still, watching you with his usual crooked smile. 

Sonic leaned against the counter, propping himself up with his arm. 

“Ready for my next try? Careful, you won’t be able to escape this one.” He winked, chuckling softly. 

You turned off the faucet, focusing all your attention on him. 

“Alright then, proceed.” Crossing your arms, you waited. 

He cleared his throat dramatically, then smiled wide and began. 

“Did you fall from the sky? Because I keep tripping over my feelings for you…” You looked at him, confused, blinking once, then twice. 

“Was that a pickup line?” 

“Of course it was!” He stood up straight, placing his hand on his hip. 

“Seriously? That didn’t even make sense.” 

“You know what doesn’t make sense? How into you I am…” He pointed at you, winking subtly. 

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“Still not convinced? If I were a storm, you’d be the lightning rod that draws me in.” He took a step forward, getting closer to you. 

You slowly shook your head again, still in disbelief, trying to process those bizarre attempts. 

“If you were a storm, I’d hide inside the house.” You shot back, taking a step toward him too. 

“Cruel. You wouldn’t want my rain to get you wet?” His voice dropped into a soft baritone. 

“Actually, I wouldn’t want to get struck by lightning, you know? Dying over that would be humiliating.” You gave him a playful punch on the arm. 

“Humiliating would be giving up on a babe like you…” His eyes shone with intensity. And it was only then that you realized just how close the two of you were, close enough to feel the warmth of his body, the sharp breath from his nostrils, and how noticeably ruffled his quills had become. 

His ears twitched forward, he blinked, and then he backed away slightly, breaking the spell that had held you so close. 

“I got an idea, babe.” He looked at you, smiling slightly. 

Before you could question him, you felt a firm arm wrapping around your back, holding your side, while another slipped under your knees—and before you knew it, the wind was hitting your face. 

Closing your eyes at the rush of air, your hands instinctively gripped the soft fur pressed against your body. 

Within seconds, Sonic gently set you down. You slowly opened your eyes, seeing that you were now on the far end of the beach. 

“Hey, who said you could kidnap me out here?” you teased. 

“I took the liberty. I wanted to take a walk with you. I mean, I’m not gonna win you over just sitting around the house—we already see each other there every day, you get it?” He gestured with his hands, tapping his foot in the sand, waiting. 

“Yeah, you’re right. Well, at least it’s nice to stroll out here without Eggman annoying us.” You started walking, your feet sinking slightly into the soft sand, feeling the cool breeze contrast with the warmth of the sun. 

“May I have this walk?” He ran ahead of you, holding out his hand, which you gladly accepted. 

“There’s this place up ahead that sells killer tropical ice cream. I can’t wait to show you.” He said with a cheeky smile. 

“How do you even find these places?” You nudged him with your elbow. 

“I’ve got my methods…” 

--*-- 

Enjoying the beach view, you also indulged in your ice cream, slowly licking the cold, sweet treat. At the moment, you were waiting for Sonic. He had said he was grabbing something for you and would be right back. So, you waited. 

A few seconds later, you heard the sound of him arriving behind you. Popping the last bit of the cone into your mouth and chewing, you slowly turned around to see the blue hedgehog standing there, smiling, with a gift box in his hands. 

“You’re really determined, huh?” you laughed, getting up and walking over to him. 

“This is nothing. That merchant owed me one after I saved his shop from a moth invasion…” He held out the box to you. 

You accepted it happily, looking at him with a soft expression. 

“Thanks, Sonic. I didn’t peg you as the gift-giving type.” You started unwrapping the box. 

“I can make exceptions sometimes—when the girl’s as pretty as you.” He crossed his arms, watching proudly as you opened the present. “I told the vendor loud and clear: I want something cute, unique, unforgettable, something that radiates beauty…” He gestured dramatically to show how much he cared about the gift. 

“Well, sounds amazing, but… you didn’t see what it was?” You raised a brow at him. 

“Uh, no, I wanted it to be so amazing even I didn’t know.” He scratched the back of his neck. 

Your gaze returned to the box, and that’s when you saw it—your eyes widened before you covered your mouth and burst out laughing. 

“I think that was the vendor’s definition of ‘radiant.’” You laughed, turning the box toward him. 

Sonic looked curious—then his eyes widened too, and he burst out laughing along with you. 

He reached in and pulled out a squished cactus plushie with giant googly eyes. 

“You sure you saved his shop from moths? Kinda seems like you sent the moths and he wanted revenge.” Laughing even harder, you looked at Sonic, seeing his genuine smile of amusement. 

“Well, never look a gift horse in the mouth. Here—forget everything I said earlier. Let’s pretend I picked this plushie out because I thought it was cute.” He handed you the cactus. 

“Alright, let’s pretend this was totally intentional.” You let out the last of your giggles, calming down, hugging the adorable plush to your chest. 

Sonic kept smiling, watching how affectionately you held the plush. 

“At least you liked it, right?” he whispered, almost too quietly for you to hear, cherishing every second of these shared moments. 

--*-- 

You lay down on your bed, night having fallen over the entire island. You hugged your plush to your chest, inhaling its pleasant scent. In the end, after receiving it, you and Sonic had walked back along the beach hand in hand, enjoying the late afternoon. 

And surprisingly, he hadn’t tried anything else. 

You glanced toward the living room, where the glow from the TV lit up the space. Sighing, you closed your eyes. Maybe he had just given up on the bet—or maybe, it had all just been a big joke to Sonic, and he didn’t actually care that much. 

A thought crossed your mind: maybe Sonic had already won the bet. You reflected on your own feelings, realizing that maybe—just maybe—you were starting to fall for him. 

But for now, it was better to forget about that. Midnight was only a few hours away—he wouldn’t have time to try anything else. 

Just as you were starting to drift off, you heard soft movement, footsteps on wood, until you felt the mattress beside your head sink. That’s when your eyes flew open, startled, locking onto curious green ones staring right at you. 

You raised an eyebrow at Sonic, seeing how he had trapped you in your own bed with his arms.

"And what are you doing now?" you asked, while deep down hoping he wouldn't stop whatever it was he was doing.

"My final move... Every great conquest needs a little seduction..." he said, flashing a sly smile.

"And by that you mean what? Kiss me?" you chuckled.

"No, the kiss is my reward for capturing your heart, remember?" he winked. "I have other ideas..." he lowered his voice, resting his forehead against yours.

"Listen, you're aware that you broke into my room, right?" you said in a playful tone.

"Yes, and I’d do it as many times as needed." He lowered his face, nestling his muzzle into the curve of your neck, sending a shiver through your spine. His arms dropped from their position holding you in place, wrapping you in a hug.

Unable to resist, you hugged him back, your arms going around his back too, your face moving closer to his neck, catching the scent of his neckerchief.

"You know... since it's almost midnight..." the hedgehog whispered in your ear. "I just wanted to say... the day was a lot of fun, babe..." he chuckled softly, making you laugh too, agreeing that the day really had been fun.

"Yeah, it really was..."

"And I want to see you smile every day, just like you smiled today with me... it's been my wish for a long time... I want to see you happy, even if it’s not with me..." he finally said in a low voice, still with his face in your neck.

Your heart clenched at his words, your eyes widened at the confession. That was real—he truly had feelings for you, misunderstood by you until that fateful day.

"Sonic..." you whispered, and that was when your eyes turned to the clock on the bedside table, showing midnight sharp. You sighed.

The hedgehog pulled his face away from your neck, releasing you from the hug. On his face, he was still smiling, pleased that he had finally expressed his true feelings, even if you didn’t feel the same.

"...I guess I lost, huh? Well, a deal’s a deal—you earned the right to ask for anything..." he scratched the back of his head, laughing. "But please, ask for something within my budget, otherwise—" He didn’t get to finish the sentence before you answered.

"Kiss me..." you said promptly, sitting up. His eyes widened in surprise.

"What? Can you repeat that?" He looked at you, confused.

"You heard me right... Kiss me. That’s what I choose as my prize..." you sat on the bed, holding his hand, pulling him closer.

"Babe, you're going to give me a heart attack like that... I didn’t see that one coming..." he leaned in close to your face, giving you time to pull back before pressing his muzzle against yours with passion. His hand quickly cupped the back of your neck while his lips locked with yours in a deep, loving kiss.

His other hand intertwined fingers with yours, squeezing affectionately as he continued to enjoy the intimate moment.

When you finally pulled away from that intense display of love, you were both breathless. Sonic let out a small laugh.

"I guess this means I won, right?" he looked at you with a playful smirk.

"I’d call it a tie..." your hand rose to cup his cheek.

"That works too, babe..." he sighed contently before leaning in again, ready to capture your lips in another passionate kiss.

--*--

You sat on the couch with the team at Amy’s house. Everyone was curious about the announcement Sonic had been hyping up all morning—he seemed incredibly excited. You already knew what it was, but you wanted to see your friends’ reactions to it all, how they’d take the big news.

That’s when the hedgehog stood in front of everyone, hands behind his back in a formal posture. He cleared his throat, smiling a little before speaking.

"Guys, I just wanted to say I’m really grateful—"

"No boring speeches, just get to the point..." you said, trying to avoid any long-winded explanations. Sonic cleared his throat again after pouting slightly.

"Alright, short and sweet, folks. [Y/N] and I are dating now, okay? Anyone have any objections?" Sonic said with his arms crossed.

For a second, everyone stared wide-eyed at the blue hedgehog, and you started to think the reaction might be negative. That was until you heard clapping. Your eyebrow raised in confusion.

"It was about time, geez, you two took forever," Amy said, laughing.

"Yeah, you two seemed so close we thought you were already secretly dating," Tails said, crossing his arms with a grin.

"We even tried to give you a little push, but you didn’t exactly respond the way we expected to Amy’s plan," Sticks noted, scratching her chin.

"Why are we clapping again?" Knuckles suddenly asked, scratching his head. Everyone looked at him, blinking once, before turning their attention back to Sonic.

"For the fastest creature alive, you were pretty slow in winning her heart," Amy teased, making Sonic’s ears fold back, embarrassed.

"I wasn’t slow! I just... waited for the right moment. And when the right moment came, I took a shortcut to her heart." The hedgehog turned to you, giving a cheeky wink.

"Should we be worried you two will stop to kiss in the middle of fights?" Tails whispered.

"Absolutely not! I’m not that reckless..." you looked away.

"Well... but who knows, maybe I’ll steal a quick kiss from you during battle..." Sonic said huskily, giving you a mischievous look.

"Sonic!" you looked at him, shocked, while the rest of the group laughed at your banter.

And you could hardly wait to see how your life would be filled with love and affection from then on. That thought warmed your heart deeply, especially as you looked at the hedgehog you’d fallen in love with.

[camlovesjace]

THE KING´S BRIDE ! King Jace x oc!fem

summary: you´ve been married to Jacaerys. warning; porn w plot, p in v, breeding kink (?, mention of pregnancy and need of a heir. short.

When you found out about your sudden marriage with the King you´ve been full of rage and shame. How dare your brother to marry you with someone you barely knew?

The responsibility of being queen wasn´t one you would´ve found delightful to smash your head with. It sounded like a torture. Yet, when you meet the man you were about to get married with, all problems seemed to fade away.

Jacaerys have had another betrothed before you, a lady called Baela. It seemed like things ended up before they've even started, the girl died on the dance of the dragons and it left Jace alone and bitter to everyone.

He´d rejected the idea of marriage until now, when his mother died suddenly one night on his bed and he found himself with her crown over his head as soon as he could even mourn her.

He needed a bride and he needed a heir.

And that's where you fitted in. The lady Stark, the youngest and only sister of Lord Cregan. Your name popped up first than any other and it flied to Jacaerys ears like honey.

A bound of his blood and the Stark house was something he couldn't say no to. So he accepted it, and now there you where.

Those few months being his wife hadn't been how you expected them to be, the responsibilities of the crown weren't on your shoulders but in between your legs, where your husband didn't waste any night to get in.

And you couldn´t complain at all.

Not when he was so kind, and so warm, and so devoted and so damn hot.

Now, when you had him deep buried on your cunt, you were thinking of how damn lucky you´d been.

His hands gripped your thighs firmly, holding them apart so he could thrust into you deeper. His cock always made you squirm of pleasure and you could feel his gaze on your face, it was so embarrassing and arousing at the same time.

"Stop holding on" he groaned, hitting his hips harder against you and making you cry out in pleasure. The head of his cock hitting that damn sweet spot inside you he knew perfectly well by now "Come on, i wanna feel you coming undone around my cock"

His words only made you feel more on the edge, his right hand left you thigh only to move up your cheek. You opened your eyes, gazing up at him, your lips were slightly parted and his gaze was dark. The touch delicate and soft of his palm on your cheek contrasted hardly with the rough way his cock was sliding inside your cunt, stretching you out.

"Oh, fuck-" you gasped breathless when his hand slide down and grabbed your throat. His grip was firm but not hurtful, the slight pressure making you feel him thrusting inside you even more clearly. A soft smile appeared on your face and it made him chuckle.

Gods, if you would´ve known before being married would been this fun.

"Come on, my queen...let go" he whispered, it was a soft spoken command, and simply you felt the third orgasm of the night hitting you.

The waves he´d been building inside you collapsed over you, sending shivers down your spine and making your legs to tighten around his hip. In response his hands gripped your hips, fucking you harder as you cried out his name.

He couldn't help but moan loudly as well when he felt your walls squeezing around his cock out, milking him for all he was worth of. Soon his cum explode inside, inking your walls with his seed. He groaned and buried his face between your breast as he spilled himself out inside his wife.

Their moaning were accompanied by the soft cracking of the wood on the fireplace, and he positioned himself on top of you, not wanting to leave your chest soon. His weight on top of you made you feel so at peace somehow, yet you knew that when he could take breath enough to fuck you again you would be on your knees, receiving his cock once again.

And as how you thought, it happened.

After some minutes between soft caresses and delicate kisses he got up, stocking his cock and slapping softly your upper thigh.

"on four" he commanded, not knowing that his committed was already done time ago. His seed was already rotted on her womb.

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[yandere-sins]

The Orcas' Tale - Lyr's Story II

Here we go! I really wanted to post it on Friday, and I pushed through! Corrections are the bane of my existence ;; Please read the warnings and enjoy the end of Lyr's Story! I hope you guys enjoy the conclusion and look forward to the last part of the saga featuring Krill as well! Thank you all for being patient and waiting so long for this!

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Orca Merman x GN!AFAB!Reader   Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Non-Con Kissing/Touching/Fingering, Bondage kind of, Intercourse, Breeding, Modified Cock), Violence (Sharp teeth/claws, Strangulation, Violent outburst, smashing reader's head against a wall, Size Kink), PREGNANCY TROPE (but make it yandere/baby trapping), Mentioning of discrimination against the mixed baby, Monsters/Non-Human reader, Animalistic behavior, Mention of blood/claws/sharp teeth, Being caught in a net, Sexual Intercourse hinted at for both of them, Dolphin mating mentioned (basically non-con), Long post

"Look at those juicy lips."

You flinched at the sensation of Lyr's tongue dragging up your scales before swiping over your slit, the cold clashing with the heat of your cunt as his tip teased the entrance. There was an involuntary gasp before you bit your lower lip to hide any more sounds, refusing to give him the satisfaction that was already confirmed to him by your smell. 

Lyr had made a whole show of cutting parts of the net so he could drag up your arms and hang them from a jagged rock on the cave wall. Compared to his claws, the rock wasn't strong enough to cut through the net, but you struggled still, hoping the pressure—albeit painful on your wrists—would come to your rescue before anything worse could happen, the tips of his cock already protruding out of his tail even though Lyr seemed to be nowhere near that level of arousal that tingled in your own loins. 

He watched you as you struggled, indulging in your defiance with a dangerous desire waving through his eyes. He kept taunting you, closing his lips over your slit, letting the tip of his tongue flick back and forth while his hands held your tail steady, thumbs positioned to spread the normally hidden part wide open. You held his eye contact, even just to try and make him reconsider going any farther. However, when you felt his tongue parting you, slowly driving deeper into your cunt, your head fell back as you moaned, Lyr's lips parting in a wide grin.

"Not so bad, eh?" he mumbled against your lower lips, winding his tongue against your inner walls, and you couldn't help tensing and snapping your hips as you tried to escape and push him further inside you at the same time. Your body wanted what your mind didn't, and he had thoroughly prepared these two to disagree while he lavished in your failure to refuse him. 

Abruptly, he pulled your tail down, the net finally ripping in some spots, but not enough to free you. Like a shark on a blood trail, he lurched forward, pressing his face into your body hard, gaining a few more inches of depth. His long tongue wiggled around, curling and drilling into you until it assaulted all the sweet, nerve-wracking spots that made you tingle from your spine to your fin, and you had to listen to Lyr finding the same kind of enjoyment pleasuring you as he moaned and sighed. 

"Perfect," he moaned, pulling his tongue out of your cunt, leaving only aching emptiness behind. "You're perfect."

"Please stop…" you mumbled, perhaps unable to deny the pleasure raking through you but not the tears of unwillingness mixing into the water. You looked at him earnestly, pleading with your eyes, trying to find some reason in the merman. 

But there was no such thing left in his corrupted mind.

He chuckled, shaking his head at your request. You watched as his hand drove along his chest, down to his tail, fingers resting along the outside of his slit, caressing the sensitive skin. "Don't think we can stop now. How else are we going to make this family a thing? My dad taught me better than to leave someone high and… well, gushing in your case."

Sharp teeth flashed out of his grin as he watched your expression turn horrified, his cock slowly slipping out of the slit in his tail when he applied pressure. You expected it to be long and perfectly sized for an orca, but with how haggard Lyr appeared, you never thought of something of that girth and curve as it appeared before you. Even in his own hand, it was no small feat, and Lyr squeezed and bent it, showing it off to you from all sides. There was no gentleness in how he treated himself, but great pride straightened his posture, trying to make the sight more available for you when he noticed the way you looked at it.

You'd never had something so big before.

Lyr watched your every move as you gulped, your body trying to shuffle away from him in fear, unable to imagine how his cock could fit into you past the tip. There were bulb-like deformities on the underside, and you recognized the roundness and size of the pearls you had collected before. "D-Did you…?" you stuttered, and Lyr's grin grew even wider. He pressed his pointer finger to the underside of his cock, dragging it up over every pearl lodged beneath the skin, and you watched them pop right into place even as he moved over them. 

"Do you like 'em? I got myself one for every big guy I killed. Nice collection, don't you think? Everyone loves them."

Your whole body contorted at the thought of the additional pleasure these alterations would give you, the pearls rubbing against your walls, pressuring the already limited space as your pussy wraps forcefully around every one for them. "Lyr I– I can't. I can't possibly take you. Please, you have to understand that!" 

"Aww, don't tell me you're scared, lil dolphin," he cooed mischievously. There was no way he didn't understand the panic in your voice. But the playful spark of arrogance and self-centeredness dancing in his eyes made you realize he was very much aware of your biological differences. He just didn't care. 

Leaning down, he began licking your slit again, this time with his hand brushing up and down his cock as he kissed and explored your entrance, working up the heat inside you again. It was hard to concentrate on his rambles, slobbered words while he pumped his cock up into a frenzy, adding fingers to his tongue going in and out of your cunt, spreading and scissoring you open, preparing you for the inevitable as your mind began to cloud from the pleasure, hiccups and moans escaping you equally while you thrashed against him. 

"You'll be perfect when you welcome me inside. Tight and warm, ready to take my seed. You'd like that, right? Letting yourself be fucked into a pretty mess by my big cock and then grow my pups in your belly? I'll be such a good dad. I'll be so much better than my own. You'll make such a nice mommy, too, always big and round and never preferring one of our kids over the other. I can't wait to watch you raise my pups. I'll make you so happy, lil' dolphin."

"N-No…" you stammered, but your protests were weak against the delusion he was living in. Your resistance faded as your orgasm built, tail pushing into his fingers, silently begging to keep stimulating the spots he could reach. He was dangerously close to cutting you with his claws, and yet all your thoughts were imagining him going deeper. There was only one way he could, though, you realized quickly when he was knuckle-deep inside you, and you bit your lip bloody, refusing to ask for it. 

"Anyone ever told you how good you taste? I could eat you up, you know," Lyr mumbled, and you shivered as he slurped up the slick you produced right from its source. "I never tasted something like this before—you're the fucking best."

His hand on his cock was growing restless, pumping the red flesh violently in his hold. You almost felt bad for the poor cock, mishandled and lonely and so far away from your cunt—no! That wasn't what you were meant to be thinking about. "I'm not," you whimpered. "I'm just me."

Lyr's eyes dragged back up to yours, watching you intensely. For a moment, the water around you two grew strangely calm. The calm before the storm, you realized, your shoulders sagging in discouragement. "I'm a dolphin," you reminded him gently. "And you're an orca. We can't have a family. We can't even reproduce."

His movements were surprisingly gentle as Lyr moved upwards. You flinched once more as his fingers popped out of you, destroying any chance of relief and making you whine quietly. But you turned your head away quickly when his lips closed in on your face. There was another melodic chirp in your ear, encouraging you to be hopeful in the language of your people. It ran a shudder down your spine, clenching at your heart. 

"You don't know that," Lyr muttered, sounding almost sad about your statement. One of his hands slid down your belly, gently rubbing it in circles. "We could. No one said we couldn't."

"You're being delusional," you confronted him, finally facing Lyr again, only to be met with the hurt of smashed dreams visible on his face. Even if you two had been on better terms, there was no way for you to comfort him. No hands free and no sympathy for the merman, so you wouldn't sing a merry tune for him or rub his back. He had to hear the truth, face it, and come back from the trip he was on. "We can never be a family."

At this point, you were ready to face his wrath rather than letting him play house with you any longer. Even with your pussy throbbing, you knew that it would be better to die than accept his delusions just for relief. You two weren't 'mates' like things were told in the legends. Partners who'd weather every up and down in life together, no matter the circumstances of their lives. In his delusion, he wanted a family to compensate for his messed-up one. But that couldn't be with you, and normally, orcas weren't the kind of creatures to seek it out, either. Then again, nothing about Lyr was normal.

You two had a few more seconds of stare-off when you felt something big pushing against your slit. Confused, you looked down, only to see Lyr guiding the tip of his cock downwards, pecking at your entrance. "Lyr!" you gasped as he popped the thick tip inside, spreading you wide open, yet not even nearly wide enough for the rest of him. 

"We have to try! How else can we make a family?!"

With desperation in his voice, you finally realized all your efforts had been in vain. "No!" you screamed as he pressed in further, but his free hand rushed towards your throat, gripping it tightly as he ground his teeth, pushing into you inch by inch. Your voice was cut off, and when you tried to struggle, your trashing only further allowed him to enter you, tearing you open painfully. 

"Just… stay still!" he hissed, baring his fangs at you while smashing your head against the stone wall. Immediately, dizziness overcame you, and you had no choice but to let him invade you, your survival instincts slowly dying down as he closed off your gills, taking away your air to breathe. Your brain was growing muddy, not even the pain registering anymore, while Lyr concentrated on getting his cock inside you, not even your gasping concerning him. 

You felt his massive girth fill you up, going further and further inside until it was kissing your cervix. Yet, he wouldn't stop there, pushing past it so he could fill you with his complete size, your body strained to the last inch to accommodate him.

"Fuck, you're so freaking tight. I didn't think it would be that hard…" Lyr admitted, gnashing his teeth in annoyance. However, by the time you felt yourself go limb, his tail finally connected with yours, and a sigh of relief went through Lyr. He pulled his hand from your throat, giving you back your ability to breathe. "How is it? Feeling full? Betcha your little dolphin males can't even satisfy you half as good."

Unable to say much, you just looked at him, watched as he reached to your belly, massaging his throbbing cock through your skin, making you whimper. Your body made a miserable attempt at tightening around him, and he moaned loudly, bashing his forehead into the stone next to yours. There was a tentative drawback of his hips, just a few inches before Lyr slammed it back into you in its full glory, both of you moaning loudly. 

"Too much…" you whined, and Lyr leaned down, kissing your cheek down to your lips. 

"You'll get used to it."

Before you knew it, he caught your lips with his, diverting your attention from his rolling hips. Both his cock and the pearls used to adorn it tried to make space while your body desperately worked to keep it all together. You were still unprepared to receive another drag and blow to your cunt, squeaking into the kiss only for Lyr to do it again. Again and again, until your sobs were replaced by moans, the friction between your bodies heating up the water around you. 

It was so frustrating. The way you couldn't move, couldn't defend yourself. You couldn't bite through his tongue shoved down your throat or scratch him bloody with your claws. You've never realized how awful it was to be prey, always having been protected and loved in your family of dolphins. And you knew you were a fast and swift swimmer, able to get away from him, but your bad luck streak started with the net. And the most frustrating? Even when it hurt, even when it was unnatural and painful, you could feel the pleasure building, the orgasm he never finished returning quickly and violently as Lyr plowed into you. 

And so was he.

"Mhm… close," he mumbled against your lips, pulling his tongue from you to litter your face with little kisses instead. "You'll become a mommy soon, I'll make sure of it. Gonna fill you up real good, 'nd—hngh! Lil'dolphin…"

His words were a messy mumble, but you didn't concentrate on them. Much to your dismay, you felt yourself anticipate his pushes, your body moving on its own as it chased the height of pleasure Lyr gave you. Everything worked together so perfectly, even your own clammy tightness, as it allowed the pearls to pop in and out of you individually, stimulating every spot of your sensitive cunt. 

Unfortunately, Lyr was right, and your body adjusted to his size even though you never wanted it to, allowing it to come and go, pulsating between your walls in a warning of what was to come. "Lyr…!" you mumbled, and he groaned loudly. "Lyr, I'm so close!"

"Fuck, I can feel it, lil dolphin. Cum for me and open wide, let me give you what you need!"

Somehow, in the delirium, he managed to reach up, slipping your hands off the rock spike and instead over his head, entangling you two further. What a cruel fate it would be to accidentally get stuck in this net with him, entangled until the last day, filled with his seed, and so close to being eaten by your unwanted mate once the hunger struck. This cruel thought was stuck in your head even when he kissed you lovingly and deeply. It was as if he truly devoted himself to you in a moment of clarity, something a dolphin had never done with you. They had never bothered to adore you in the midst of getting their cocks coated in your slick. But Lyr did, with all the naturalness of a mate and all the love of a male who wanted the future with you. And strangely unbothered by his cock still hammering into you, driving you up the edge, so focused on his love even as you stabbed your nails into his shoulders, losing yourself to pleasure with the last bit of defiance.

It was you who snapped first, crashing back to reality in a life-shattering orgasm. You bit and tore his lips as you came, but you couldn't register it in the moment of overwhelming delight as your body contorted, opening up just for a few seconds. It was enough for him to spill all of his seed into you, using every inch of free space and carving out more. At the same time, Lyr's hand supported your lower back, pulling your tails upwards so the juices wouldn't spill from you any time soon. He even thought of that before giving in to the pleasure, nipping and ripping at the skin of your cheek, neck, and shoulder with the same kind of fervor as you had. 

You two were lost completely to the depravity that had just happened, and neither of you spoke or moved; only the pulsating shaft inside you still kept you on the high, allowing you to feel anything. It was just too much, and somewhere along the line, you must have passed out from the mixture of pleasure, pain, and insanity of this situation. Maybe it was better that way. Never waking up again was an option you had tried not to consider. Still, it seemed better than the alternative of staying alive with Lyr. Perhaps pregnant, perhaps thrown back into a mating frenzy if not. Either way, you didn't want to face reality; your brain disappeared into the darkness. 

A soft touch to your lips was the last thing you felt before the world collapsed around you.  

The first thing you felt when you awoke was the emptiness inside you.

Well, not completely. You tried to move, sighing at the heaviness of the net holding you down. It spread evenly all over you, pressing you to the ground as if it had gotten even heavier, wrapping around you tightly. But what truly made you snap back to reality was the warm sloshing inside your belly and how it distressed all your other organs. 

"Shh, shh, shh," someone hushed you, the net wrapping around you even tighter, holding you around your back and pressing you forward into the heaviness. Exhausted, you forced your eyes open, looking directly into the white of a body rather than the light or darkness of your surroundings. "Don't move so much, mama," a familiar voice chuckled before large hands rubbed over your back, surprisingly soothing the aches you felt there. 

"What…?" you mumbled, reaching up to wipe your eyes free of the sleep, finally noticing how free they were. Confused, you brought them up to your face, looking at your wrists, which were covered in cuts and scabs, already healing. "How long have I…?" 

"Two days,"  Lyr answered, finally giving up on soothing you and sighing, pushing you slightly away from him. Not enough to let you go, but enough for you to wriggle in his hold. "I was really worried, you know?"

Looking up at him, you registered his pouty face while he seemingly waited for an apology from you, but all you could do was blink a few times, feeling incredibly groggy. "Do we have some food?" you asked him weakly, and his eyes lit up as he nodded. Now, he truly had to let you go, slipping away from you to bring you a fresh catch of fish. His absence gave you a moment to finally take in your surroundings despite the ache you felt from every movement.

When you tried to sit up, you felt the sloshing inside you again, looking down to find your belly swollen and round, just like Lyr had promised. You rubbed over it, realizing you were still filled to the brim with his cum, and inspecting your slit, you saw a patch of seaweed conveniently covering it, presumably keeping everything in. You scratched at the sticky corner of the patch, only for your hand to be pushed away by a larger one, Lyr reprimanding you gently, "Don't. You'll make it spill everywhere and I just cleaned."

Your groggy mind still worked through his words as you looked around, noticing the cove now littered with trinkets and decor. The amenities all seemed strange and foreign, but you recognized them for what they were, pelts and trophies. It made the little cove almost… homey. 

Before you could say anything, Lyr pushed a fish into your mouth, and you began chewing subconsciously. You were hungry, and the drive to eat came naturally. You downed three large fish before you felt your strength return, together with your clarity of mind. Your body did a test move, your fin rising and falling, no longer held back and restraint, and your eyes widened as you watched your tail move freely. 

"You cut me loose," you gasped in surprise, and Lyr grinned, proud of himself as he nodded. 

"Can't have my pup's mom unable to swim with them, can I?"

With a joyous laugh, you rose from the sandy floor you had been stuck to for so long, circling the cove briefly before slipping through one of the openings, the light shining down at you as you rose toward the surface. 

"Hey! Hey!" Lyr yelled after you, and you felt the immense current of his body moving, always just a few inches away from you. Almost as if it wanted to pull you down again. Yet, he didn't stop you. With a big splash, you exited the water, feeling your lungs inflating again for the first time in weeks, your gills no longer supplying you with air now that you were back at the surface. 

However, you miscalculated the new mass of your body, falling backwards and threatening to clash on top of the water. It wouldn't be the end of the world, although it might sting and briefly disrupt your happiness. Before things could come to a rough end, however, two arms caught you, gently redirecting your fall so that Lyr clashed back-first into the surface rather than you. 

"You're killing me," he whined as you giggled. Being able to swim and move around made you beyond giddy. It had been way too long, so even this small win against the trauma the net and Lyr inflicted on you was elevating. He followed you as you swam around the surface, enjoying the sun on your face and chest as you drifted on your back, letting the water move you to wherever it was going. Although you couldn't shake the nagging presence at your side, glowering at you while you did your thing. 

"You're being too reckless," he blubbered, mouth half underwater, half outside. "What if you hurt the baby?"

"What baby?" you giggled, your mood still high as can be.

Lyr grumbled a bit more next to you before he dove underwater. Curious as to where he was going, you turned over, only for him to swim up to you from underneath, lifting you out of the water as he let you ride on top of him. "You're pregnant, can't you smell it?"

At first, the meaning behind his words didn't register, but your body knew what to do. Your hand drove back down to the seaweed patch before pulling away, smelling the sweet scent of a pregnant mermaid on your fingers as you dangled them in front of your nose. 

And just like that, reality came crashing down. 

You grew stiff as a board, slowly slipping off Lyr's body and sinking down into the depths of the ocean again. "That can't be…" you uttered, shocked and doubtful. You two had only done it once, right? Had he… he wouldn't, right? There was no way he'd use your body after you passed out, right? How long were you out of it? Two days? That wasn't enough to get pregnant, right? Right? He wasn't even a dolphin; this shouldn't have worked!

Lyr's eyes were filled with adoration as he swam after you, covering the light from above with his body as you two sunk to the sandy bottom again that had been your prison for so long. He caught up to you before your body plummeted completely, slipping his tail beneath yours to allow you to fall on it, cushioned, with his chest to lean on. 

"I can't be pregnant…" you whispered as his hand fell to your stomach, caressing your tummy gently. "I'm all alone here! I don't even know where my family is."

"I'm here," Lyr chimed in, adding a few manipulative dolphin chirps to comfort you. "You're not alone."

"How will I raise a child? I can't do it, I need to go home! I need to see my mom and sisters! They know how to care for children… I…”

"You think they'd take you back when you come home with my pup?" 

Lyr's question made little sense at first. Of course your family would welcome you back! They'd help you through the pregnancy and the birth, and then you could all take care of the…

"Oh…" you whispered. "Oh, no…"

Lyr chuckled, but even his amusement sounded a little sad. "If it's any comfort to you, my family wouldn't help us raise the kid either. Considering it's half-dolphin, it wouldn't last a day amongst orcas. They would tear the little pup apart."

"We don't know that!" you yelled, the panic turning into a hysterical frustration. "My family loves me! They wouldn't abandon me! I just need to talk to them. Surely they will...! They..." 

Your voice broke as you tried to stand up for your parents, siblings, aunts, and nieces. You were one big family; you always stuck together! But you couldn't help it—Lyr was getting to you. The what-ifs were creeping into your mind, and his presence, holding and comforting you, didn't help with pushing the painful thoughts away.

He grew a little quieter, pulling you tighter against him while still being wary of the life growing inside you. His voice was hushed when he whispered it in your ear. "We're all this pup has. No one but us could love it. No one will accept our little family."

The realization instantly made you sob. 

There you were, finally free of the net holding you down. Free to swim around, free to do whatever you wanted. And yet, you were more trapped than ever. Even if your family took you back, you knew that neither you nor your child would have a peaceful, loving home. Besides, Lyr would probably show up there, too, disrupting and uprooting your family just because of your mistake. 

Lyr held you as you cried, pure, unfiltered despair ringing through your screams and cries. It must have hurt his sensitive ears to hear the full force of your siren voice cry out, but he never even flinched. He just held you gently in his arms, rocking you back and forth until the pain finally washed out with the tears disappearing into the ocean, leaving nothing but numbness behind. 

"I knew you'd be a great mom. It hurts me too, you know? But we are doing what's best for our little… calf. We'll be a good family, even without anyone else, I promise you. Just like I made this a reality," his hand fell to your stomach, hinting at your baby, "I'll always be here, always take care of you and all the kids we'll have. I promise."

"I don't want this," you sobbed, the words hurting you more than you wanted to admit. But they were true. You didn't want to make a family with Lyr. You didn't want to be away from your actual family. And you didn't even want the baby. But you knew it was already too late. There was a sea witch out there, who could have rectified this situation if only you could contact her.

"You will," Lyr said firmly, claws digging into your tail. You winced, but this time, he didn't soften his grip or make sure you were unharmed. "You have no choice," he reminded you, and the realization hit you again that he was right. 

Even if you tried to leave, he wouldn't let you. He'd drag you back and force you into doing what he wanted, just like he had from the moment he met you. You no longer believed in the mate bond that connected two soulmates, but if he knew about it, it seemed that was exactly what he thought you two were. And that meant you'd never, never leave him again. Lyr was mad enough to imagine a bond that wasn't there, even if he never heard the legend.

"Let's be better parents than mine, okay? I promise to be gentle and love you no matter what, so please…"

You had to see it for yourself, make sure you bore witness to the madness you always thought to be deep inside of him. You needed to see if he was too far gone to reason. If there was any chance you could still escape him. A little spark of hope remained as you lifted your head, looking up at him and catching his gaze with yours. 

Only for that little spark to vanish completely. 

His eyes were empty, big and dark, and utterly void of sanity. All you saw was your reflection in them, paired with the small hints of his feelings all over his face. The desperation and loneliness in the way his face was covered in wrinkles. You noticed his love for you in the big, adoring smile he gave you through all the pain and bitterness that had shredded his lips, blood drafting from his mouth. He was holding back—what you didn't know. Perhaps the need to kill you, wanting you dead rather than defiant. Or perhaps he, too, was trying to feel something again, so he bit open the scarring bite you had left on his mouth.

Whatever it was, you realized he, too, was too far gone to be saved. Just like you, albeit unwillingly in your case. 

It made you almost inclined to agree when he told you exactly what he wanted. Almost.

"Don't ever leave me, okay, my little dolphin?"

[dddevilsadvocate]

4. and now I’m covered in you

Leviathan x gn!AFAB!reader

a/n: wow she's alive. who woulda thunk it lol I'm gonna try and smash some more of this out so we can get to the penetrative bit (Idk what else to call it) sooner unless y'all are cool with the foreplay? I feel like Levi's the kind of guy who needs a lot of time to get ready to actually be inside of someone but I also understand being impatient. let me know!

THIS IS VERY NSFW MINORS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

CW: self-indulgent smut (unprotected vaginal sex, dry humping, fingering), loss of virginity

the question takes a moment to sink into your brain. getting him to come out of his shell has been your entire goal and yet it feels like a joke when he finally does. you nod, offering him a kind smile.

“god yes, I would love that.” you can’t help but chuckle as his expression lights up. damned demon, always tugging at your heartstrings. he takes a moment to sit himself up, pressing his chest against yours. he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. his breath is hot against your skin. you arch instinctively into him. but then, he sighs, hesitating. you feel him graze his lips over your neck with the force of a feather in the breeze, and you impatiently  weave your fingers through his hair.

that’s all the encouragement he needs. his attack is gentle at first. restrained. tentative, like he’s still afraid of doing something wrong. but as he nips at your neck, mirroring you from just moments prior, sending wave after wave of pleasure down your spine, you find yourself growing proud of his efforts.

your head rolls back. he migrates to your jaw, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses in his wake. you don’t notice how your hips have resumed their rhythm until he growls against your mandible. the noise is startling until you remember he’s a demon. slender fingers grip at your waistline. sharp teeth brush below your earlobe. his forehead lands on your shoulder, hot breaths heavy on your chest.

a whimper escapes you. Levi moans in response; the noise vibrates against your jugular, where he drinks in a deep breath before peppering more kisses to your neck. you feel him attempt to suck - to lightly bruise you, to leave a signature right below the hinge of your jaw - but he stops. if he’s not sure of what to do, he doesn’t ask. if he’s afraid of harming you, he doesn’t apologise. he simply halts, still nestled against you.

“it’s okay, Levi,” you coo. “you can mark me. it won’t hurt.”

it takes him a second, but he obeys. he sucks again, harder this time, and you gasp. 

“good boy.” you are breathless. you don’t have control over your own mouth. the bulge between his legs is placed perfectly between yours. you feel a pressure mounting there, and you know he feels it too.

he whines, letting the tender skin he’s just bruised fall from his lips. “if you keep t-talking like that, I won’t last,” he says, voice thick. 

“I know.” your voice is a purr. “I promised to take care of you, didn’t I?”

you barely manage to choke back a moan as he trails his affection from your earlobe to the corner of your mouth. when his bottom lip slips between yours, locking you in a passionate kiss, you let your teeth come down around it. not enough to cause pain, but enough to send a jolt down his spine. he yelps. then he growls. then he pulls away, but only just. you feel his lips move against yours when he speaks:

“do that again.”

his voice is silk. you know he feels you smirk. you trap his bottom lip again - as gently as possible - and tug. the noise you draw from his throat is delicious. you tug again before freeing him, but when you dive for another go, he tilts his face away. your teeth graze his jawline instead, and he shivers. excitement drives you to nip a trail down his neck. your intentions are clear, and he squirms underneath you when he recognises them.

he whispers your name. you hesitate for a split second before you take the skin of his neck between your teeth. harder this time. not much harder… but hard enough. Levi’s hips buck against yours. he squeaks, weaving his fingers through your hair.

“ah! f-f…“ he swallows his own words. you run your tongue across the skin you’ve marked - and suddenly his hands are on your shoulders, shoving you off. before you can ask what’s wrong, he chuckles. he’s breathless too. “I’m really… I’m really close. I don’t want this t-to be over so quickly.”

your mouth opens, but you don’t get a chance to reply. Levi’s hands snake up your thigh, underneath the hem of your pyjama shorts until he can graze his fingertips over the dips of your pelvis. he peers up at you, the dusky sky in his eyes shining through his lashes. that darkness - the predator you’ve only caught glimpses of before - has returned to his moon-shaped pupils. “can these come off now?”

fuck.

you are frozen. Levi’s gaze is like a hand around your throat. you’ve never seen his eyes filled with such lust before, and he’s abandoned all efforts to hide it now. he’s no longer just looking at you. he’s observing you.

the situation finally sinks through your skull. you’re straddling a demon - the third most powerful Prince of Hell. the Leviathan. immeasurably stronger than anything you’ve ever encountered. the way he’s staring, like a snake waiting to unhinge its jaw and swallow you whole… you should be frightened. you should be terrified. you should be running. 

but instead, you’re nodding. “hell yes they can,” you’re whispering. you’re biting your lip as he drags your shorts down to your knees. you’re leaning on one knee to free the other from the fabric. you’re leaning in towards him, watching him fling the garment across the room. you’re moaning as he grips your thighs.

“for the record,” you pant, “that was another one of your nerdy little shortcuts.”

Levi smirks. you feel his fingers sneak to the hem of your panties, but as they brush the lace, his face falls. he dares to glance down at where his hands are; you watch as his expression fills with defeat. he wants to touch you. desperately. he can probably smell your own desperation, but he has no idea where to direct his desire.

you lean forward, pressing your forehead to his again. “you wanna touch me?” he nods without a shred of hesitation. kissing the tip of his nose, you gently lift your hips away from his and shoo his hands from your thighs. he starts to protest, but when you hook your hands behind your back and undo your bra, he falls silent. when you lean to the side and slide your panties off your leg, throwing it where your shorts are, he chokes on his own gasp.

“o-oh.” he takes a second to drink the sight of you in, letting the image of your bare form burn into his retinas. when his gaze reaches yours, you smile.

“time to put those talented fingers to work, hmm?”

(read the next part here)

[transformers-spike]

I'm in great need of a desperate to please, absolutely lovesick Starscream who will do anything to pleasure the reader. Whatever they want? He's raring to give it.

Goddammit writing his POV always kicks my ass, but here have me attempting to decipher him for the umpteenth time

How dare you forgive him?

After all he’s done; the abductions, the threats, the torture – you still looked upon his visage and refused to give in to ire. “I know you’re a dick, but why do you want to be hated?” you asked him once, dangling your legs from the mezzanine, ignoring the two-wheeler’s fiery gaze boring a hole through his back. “Is your processor malfunctioning?” he asked in return, crossing his arms and ignoring the watchful optics of the Autobots surrounding him. “After all I’ve done, hatred is the best I can hope for.” “Nah, I think it’s deeper than that. I think you’re a sad little man who can’t even fathom genuine empathy.” He would have grabbed your pathetic human frame and threatened to crush you if not for the yellow mech hovering around him looking after his own human pet. Your disregard for your own safety led you to trail behind him on a cycle by cycle basis. “It’s not like we have anything better to do,” you said, jogging to keep up with his wide strides. “Besides, I think you can use the company. I can’t imagine being on your own for so long has done your mental health any favors.” He suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing you to smash into his pede and fall down, clutching at your nose. “Motherfuck-” you hissed. “What makes you think I want your company?” He turned around and watched you wipe the blood from your face, trying not to cringe at the sight. “You are nothing but a useless fleshling.” “There we go again with the avoidant behavior,” you said, grinning like you were in on a private joke. “I guess you really had it bad around the Decepticons, huh.” “Preposterous!” He leaned down to thrust an indignant digit in your chest. “I was the Second in Command, my position was coveted by all. How dare you speak so lightly on matters beyond your comprehension!” “Yeah sure,” you drawled, patting his digit dismissively. “I doubt it was that coveted once Megatron made his big fat return.” Beyond his better judgement he snatched you up and brought you to optic level. You reeled in his grip, gaze flickering between the hard ground and his sneer. Initial fear and panic were replaced with… concern. “Ah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to hit this close to home.” It was his turn to reel back. “I don’t need your apology!” he snarled. “Maybe, but the offer still stands.” You looked up at him, concern softening the corners of your eyes. “Hey, I never hated you. Not even when I should have.” You chuckled. “Maybe you’re right and I really am insane for feeling this way compared to-” you gestured at the military base from across the dilapidated landing strip. “I just… I know how it feels like to be beaten down by everyone, both figuratively and literally.” A second chuckle escaped you, darker than the last. “Hey! Everything okay out there?” Starscream nearly dropped you when the green mech shouted from the entrance, glaring daggers at him. “It’s fine!” you called out, waving at the Autobot reassuringly. He scrutinized Starscream for a while longer. “If he gives you any trouble don’t hesitate to say it!” “Eh, I’ll be fine! He’s all bark no bite!” He let out a bellowing laugh and left, but not without sparing Starscream one final scathing glance. He contemplated you in his servo, watching you uselessly wipe away the blood with your sleeve.

“Are you contemplating asking if I’m okay?” you asked with an infuriating smile. “Absolutely not. Where did you even get such a revolting idea?”

You pointed behind him. “Your wings.”

He looked back and, sure enough, his wings were hanging low. How could the parts he was proudest off betray him so easily?

“You know,” you gingerly added, resting your chin in your hand, “I’ve always loved how expressive they are, especially their sleek design. It’s a shame there are so few seekers around. You’re all so elegant.”

He blinked at you. “I… why of course seekers have the most elegant frames!” He put a proud servo to his chest. “As annoying as you are, at least you can see true beauty when it’s in front of you!” You flashed him a warm smile. It’s been an… odd transition, to say the least. How you seem to have stuck by his side for the better part of six quartexes, ever the loyal turbofox. Things have gotten… heated between the two of you, although not by his initiation, of course. Praises come easy to you, and as much as he would like to reject your prattling… it feels nice to be finally recognized. He has given into your sweet nothings because he has no better options left (nevermind having last interfaced millennia ago), allowing you to worship his spike with an adoration he hasn’t experienced since… frag, he can’t remember. Perhaps the power dynamic is different, having someone so small caress his interface array – someone who cannot hurt him in any way. Safety. Is this what he craves? To let you stroke the sensitive plating of his wings and feel completely at ease? You’re no seeker, you can’t possibly understand their importance even if he explains it. Yet… there is respect in your gestures, carefully caressing them in his alt-mode, before and after the flights you indulge in. It’s a strange appreciation, your kind lacks the EM field to bond without physical touch, but this type of affection is… acceptable. You’re exceedingly easy to overwhelm; throwing your head back when he presses his glossa between your legs, terribly sensitive to the slightest contact, singing sweetly as he pleasures you. You’re small and delicate in his servos, giving off a dainty charm, perhaps similar to that of a seeker if not for your fleshy mesh. Not that it’s of any importance anymore. Going as far as to properly interface with you has been… nerve wracking. Can you come close to understanding what it means to him? To be in such a vulnerable position? Maybe so from the manner in which you submit to him, accepting being completely at his mercy. Mass displacement is, surprisingly enough, useful outside of war; allowing him to embrace you as your hands trail up and down his wings. He never could have imagined humans were so… warm and welcoming. You take him so well for something so small, swallowing up the entirety of his spike in spite of your limits, gazing up at him with a dazed look in your eyes and giving him a thumbs up in tone deaf reassurance. Oh you never learn. When he attempts to kiss you, you allow him to explore at his leisure, snaking your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Your legs tighten around his waist when you’re reaching overload, eagerly grinding against his spike until he’s forced to pin you down and put you in your place. “Don’t rush it,” he purrs, trailing the back of a digit down your cheek. “Consider this my first proper “apology”, so be a dear and accept it.”

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - January 22-28

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1. Sunfish that got sick after aquarium closed has recovered — thanks to human cutouts

“A solitary sunfish […] appeared unwell days after the facility closed last month for renovations. As a last-ditch measure to save the popular fish, its keepers hung their uniforms and set up human cutouts outside the tank. The next morning, the sunfish ate for the first time in about a week and has been steadily recovering[….]”

2. Costco stands by DEI policies, accuses conservative lobbyists of 'broader agenda'

“[Each of the board of directors and 98% of shareholders voted to reject a measure against DEI.] Costco's board wrote that “our commitment to an enterprise rooted in respect and inclusion is appropriate and necessary[….]””

3. Nearly $37 Million Will Support Habitat Restoration in Coastal Louisiana

“The project will restore nearly 380 acres of marsh and construct more than 7,000 feet of terraces in St. Bernard Parish. […] Coastal wetlands help protect communities [… from] wind, waves, and flooding[… and] support a statewide seafood industry valued at nearly $1 billion per year.”

4. Cooling green roofs seemed like an impossible dream for Brazil's favelas. Not true!

“[… A Brazilian nonprofit] teaches favela residents how to build their own green roofs as a way to beat the heat without overloading electrical grids[…,] dampen noise pollution, improve building energy efficiency, prevent flooding by reducing storm water runoff and ease anxiety.”

5. Bacteria found to eat forever chemicals -- and even some of their toxic byproducts

“"Many previous studies have only reported the degradation of PFAS, but not the formation of metabolites. We not only accounted for PFAS byproducts but found some of them continued to be further degraded by the bacteria," says the study's first author[….]”

6. A father and daughter’s to turn oil data into life-saving water

“The aquifer [discovered through oil-owned seismic data], it turned out, was vast enough to provide water for 2 million people for more than a century.”

7. Trump’s funding pause won’t impact federal student loans, Pell Grants

“[… T]he temporary pause will not impact “assistance received directly by individuals,” including federal direct student loans and Pell Grants, which are government subsidies that help low-income students pay for college.”

8. In Uganda, a women-led reforestation initiative fights flooding, erosion

“[… T]he Kasese municipality has established nurseries to provide free tree seedlings, particularly to women, to support reforestation efforts. [… They] plant Ficus trees near their homesteads to provide shade and help control erosion, and Dracaena trees on their fields to retain soil moisture.”

9. [A Texas school board] votes yes to provide low-cost housing to staff at no cost to the district

“The program will include 300 homes[…] only a short commute to campuses. […] Rent will be determined on a sliding scale based on their salaries, with those making less receiving a larger discount. The proposed community would include amenities, like childcare facilities[….]”

10. Heat pumps keep widening their lead on gas furnaces

“Americans bought 37% more air-source heat pumps than the next-most-popular heating appliance, gas furnaces, during the first 11 months of the year. That smashes 2023’s record-setting lead of 21%.”

January 15-21 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)