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melmelts · 12 days ago

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Hii! This could be a small one shot or written as head cannons, you can choose, BUT when Mac asked for time to be with other people I was seriously bummed, so much so every time I spent time with other characters (like extreme sports with the Hanks or playing board games with Parker) I though to myself “I wonder if Mac would be jealous?”. All this to ask if you would you be willing to write for jealous Mac? Like maybe them getting jealous during this period in the game, after they said they wanted time be with others and before we get together? Thanks if you do! 🫶

oh i love this idea!! also i agree! my heart broke when they said that!! like how r u gonna sweep me off my feet with your wonderful words and then roll me over with ur wheelchair the next 🚬🚬🚬

ARE YOU JEALOUS?

a mac ( date everything! ) x reader oneshot

word count: 2K! (2,716)

quick note: i understand there’s some opinions about Mac’s statement on separating during our interaction with them. so, for the sake of the story, the reader has no interest in the others! they solely have eyes on Mac and feels truly connected to them than the rest!

“It’d be healthy for our ultimate emotional connection if we spend some time seeing others.”

“Listen, I don’t want to hurt your feelings or anything…”

You felt your jaw tighten and a horrible cramp forming at your lower stomach. After that sentence, you had zoned out slightly. You couldn’t help but feel betrayed by Mac’s suggestion. Mac continued to plead their case but all you could think was the effort you had put it for them. You listened to them. Listened to their needs. You followed their steps carefully to ensure the update went smoothly; you barely had slept due to the excitement buzzing through your body. And now, they’re updated and ready to explore.

Your eyes catch their gaze. A shaky breath leaves you. After a moment, you gave them a steady nod. Your heart hesitated but your voice was quick to agree. You wanted to avoid any unwanted conversation about this. Agreeing to this was the key to leaving this topic here and now. They looked so happy about this, so willing to explore the people who live in this house as well. To meet those outside of these office walls. You couldn’t say no to that face, not now at least. You had to remind yourself that Mac wasn’t yours and you weren’t theirs. It had only been a couple of days of finally being able to see each other face to face. You two weren’t dating. That was the sad truth.

After that conversation, you called it a night. You both bid each other a goodbye and you closed the door behind you. Standing alone in the hallway, you removed your glasses and leaned against the wall with your shoulder. The pink stained glasses laid at the palm of your hands. If Mac wants to mingle with others then they will get to do exactly that. You weren’t going to stop them. You both agreed in a week, you both would sit and talk about the future of this relationship.

After the next day, it was quiet between you two. Especially from your end. You didn’t mean to do it out of spite by any means. In your mind, if you weren’t around often then that meant they were able to talk and communicate with the others more. And if that would speed up the process, then you were more than willing to do it by any means. It didn’t mean you two weren’t talking at all. Of course you two were. It was mostly just small talk. Occasional questions about certain programming words and lists of other files they needed to sort out. Truthfully, you had gotten busy too.

You decided to take their suggestion and meet the rest of the housemates. You had to admit that after meeting and talking to a handful of them; you were confident that Mac was truly the only one for you. You had no doubt at first but now it was solidified. Most of them were friendly and of course, showed more than friendly interest, when you met some of them before Mac, but they never clicked for you. No one did until you met them. Which is why you felt so disappointed and hurt at their suggestion.

You began to think about them during your hangouts with your newly founded friends. Were you not good enough for them? Did you say or do something wrong? Had they been eyeing someone to begin with? Some of your friends began to notice your unusual demeanor. You spoke with your trusted friend Dorian and gave him the situation without mentioning Mac’s name. After a good proper talk, you felt better about the situation. That aching pain in your chest was beginning to fade away and your appetite was returning to normal. You didn’t feel hurt whenever you found Mac talking to someone. You felt happy for them.

Dorian talked some sense into you. Helping you come to a realization that they were all new to this. They were finally able to speak to one another beyond their designated walls. All of them had their eyes on you but when they were able to converse with fellow housemates, they learned new things about themselves. Unlocking their likes and dislikes, their attraction towards others, and truly discovering who they were meant to be. That even applied to you. Dorian smiled down at you as he pointed out that the smile on your face was beginning to grow brighter with each passing day. You were in a small D&D campaign with Chance and Parker. You learned how to properly cook a meal (or rather enhanced your cooking skills) with Stefan. You decided to give your dusty gym equipment a try with Dunk. You became a daredevil with the Hanks and joined their extreme adventures. You finally played that game you had gotten on sale months ago with Connie. All of these unique moments happened because of Mac. Dorian places a hand on your shoulder as he notices the realization in your eyes. You felt great about yourself and your self esteem was better than ever. This is what Mac wanted to experience. You wanted Mac to be able to experience this amazing feeling too.

During your work hours, Mac had noticed you had been very determined to do your assignments in a quick and efficient manner. They look into your work, trying to find any mistake to have some sort of reason for you to slow down and stay a bit longer. Their eyes find themselves on you, their shoulders slouching in defeat while they watch you pack your office essentials in the drawers. There was a slight pang of regret in their chest. During the past few days, they had no real connections with the people they had mingled with. Sure, some bloomed into friendship but nothing felt like the first day you two had talked. The first day you two locked eyes. They felt your eyes on them, forcing them to stop daydreaming and peer back at you. You gave them a sweet smile, quickly bidding a goodbye just like you have been the past couple of days. They only nodded and slightly watched you leave.

They were slowly going insane without you. You no longer lingered at the computer for long hours, you didn’t ask much help anymore, you looked.. amazing with the other dateables. Mac would catch themself staring directly at you across the hallway whenever you passed by with Parker. Noticing your red face and loud laughter. They felt their heart twist and their eyebrows furrowing. The person they were with was still speaking, not noticing Mac’s changed attitude. What was Parker saying that made you react that way? Pfft, that was nothing. You laugh just as hard, maybe even more, when they showed you those funny vine compilations on YouTube. Mac smiled at themself, feeling foolish and new to this weird sensation they had seeing you with the others.

As much as they tried to brush it off, it was getting hard to do so. You were appearing so often around the house, everyday with someone new. Your smile grew brighter. You were practically glowing with these new interactions you were given. Mac felt their wires burn in jealousy. That was the feeling. Jealousy. They wanted you to look at them. Just once. But you never did. You continued forth with your new friends, their arms wrapped around your shoulder in what seemed like a friendly manner. But to Mac, it looked more than that. Even when Mac was with someone else, your name was brought up somehow in the conversation. “Yeah, Homie! Y/N had guts, man! Didn’t think they’d go hang gliding with us!” “We have a new song coming out soon, Y/N helped Johnny and I produce it.” “My upcoming book is turning out beautifully with the help of Y/N.” Mac felt their body spark with this unwanted feeling of jealousy. They would scoff and try to one up their moments with you with the ones you two had shared.

To those who continued to flirt with you, they were going to be the death of Mac. Their eyes watched as you blushed slightly, waving away the flirtatious comments. You, of course, didn’t take it to heart as you knew your heart belonged to Mac. But from what Mac was seeing, it didn’t seem that way. Oh god, what if you had decided not to pursue things further with Mac after this? What if someone had already caught your attention? Without thinking, they wheeled over to you. Waving at you and the group you were in. You looked surprised at their appearance, curious of where they had just come from, before flashing them a smile. That smile of yours caused them to melt in their chair. Unable to speak and that wave of jealously washing away for just a moment. They had completely forgotten why they had come here before finally noticing how Tony was looking at you. Tony spoke once more, a blush on his face while he continued with his charming words. Only for it to be interrupted by Mac.

“You definitely can look up articles to help you with your project.” Mac began, waving their hand around, almost brushing off Tony’s flirty advice. “They will 100% show much better and more effective than whatever Tony is trying to do.” Your eyebrows raise and a shocked smile lingers on your face. Mac wasn’t even sure what Tony and you were talking about, all they heard was workshop and meeting sometime tomorrow. That was all they really needed in their own opinion. “Wha? You gon just brush me off just like that? I’m a toolbox, for pete sake.” Tony frowned, his hand now placed on each side of his hips. “I’m a professional. Y/N could learn a thing or two from me, bud. I gots hands-on experience.” Tony exclaimed. “While that might be the case,” Mac had to refrain themselves from rolling their eyes, “I can guarantee that I can find much more useful information with people who have 10x more experience than you.

Mac looked back at you, expecting you to willingly follow their lead but all you could do was just grin at them. “Thanks, Mac.” You spoke up, “But Tony was nice enough to clear his schedule to help me. Don’t worry, I think he knows what he’s doing.” Mac sat there in disbelief. Their smile twitched slightly and they cleared their throat, “If you say so. I’m here if he disappoints you.” With that, you had a feeling as to why Mac was here.

They were growing a bit more desperate. Their tactics of talking to you falling through. They flirt with you and you respond with a blush and thank you, just like you’ve been doing with the others. They wanted to be the only one to make you flustered. They wanted to be the one to wrap their arms around you. To make you laugh until you were wheezing. Why were you doing this to them? They spent the night feeding into their chaotic thoughts; making up scenarios in their head, tossing and turning at the possibilities. They let out a soft groan, wiping the sweat off of their forehead as they tried their best to calm down. They had no one to blame but themself.

It was finally the end of the week. They looked up once you stepped in the office. A steaming cup of coffee in your hand, one that was possibly made by Kopi. That thought alone made Mac’s face scrunch up. You looked a bit nervous, unsure how this conversation would go. Even after the fun week, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were afraid to know if Mac wanted to continue forward with you. You knew your answer, but what was theirs?

“I’m glad you came back. I know actually showing up probably wasn’t easy. There was some tension regarding how we disengaged from our conversation about this.” You nodded and they waited. For what? You weren’t sure. Mac wanted to hear you say you missed them. That none of them compared to them. They didn’t want to admit how they went down a spiral after seeing you mingle with the others. They wanted you to beg to be with them. You exhaled softly, placing the coffee on the desk before trying to sort out the words in your head. “It wasn't easy agreeing,” You admitted, “but I’m okay now.” Their shoulders dropped slightly. “I will be okay with whatever you decide. If you wish to be with me or not, I’ll understand.” You looked at them, smiling softly though there was a sad glimpse of sadness in your eyes. There was a moment of silence before Mac sighed. “Did you find someone?” They ask roughly, not thinking thoroughly. You were taken aback by their question. Their eyebrows furrowed and their face showed disappointment. Before you could even ask what they were talking about, they continued. “Whatever they have, I can do better. Seriously, with all the power of the internet at my fingertips, I can get you anything and everything you desire.”

“Mac—” “You want to cook something new for dinner? I have 50 articles of easy meals for you on the go. Want to play some games? I have access to thousands and thousands of video games just for you.” “And can I also point out and say, you are looking quite attractive this fine morning.” They face flushed, though you couldn’t tell if it was for their attempt of flirting or that they were overheating with what seemed to be an overwhelming sense of emotions.

“Listen, I had dalliances, of course.” They admitted, which weirdly enough didn’t make your stomach turn. “And no matter what I was doing and who I was with, I never stopped thinking about you.” They cupped their burning face. “So, whoever you were with, I can confidently say that I can compete with them.” Before they could go on another tangent about how they were better for you (without actually saying those words), you quickly stopped them. “Mac, have you been jealous this entire time?” With that, they froze. Their breathing stopped and their widened eyes burned into you, “Jealous?” They scoffed out. “No, I’m not jealous. I just…” They were 100% jealous. If you were to look into your search history right now, you were most likely to see definitions of that specific word plastered all over. “This all happened because you wanted it. You do know that, right?” You tilted your head slightly, crossing your arms over your chest as Mac continued to look flustered.

“I know. I just didn’t know this would take such a toll on me. The fans have been working overtime to cool me down whenever I see you with someone else. I never felt such electric emotions run through my wires before.” They looked more calm now. More vulnerable. “I missed you. I missed everything about you.”

Your arms unravel themselves and fall to your side, your standing posture growing firmer at this confession. “Really?” You ask softly. They smiled softly, faint stars in their eyes as they nod, “With every integrated circuit in my RAM.” There was a flash of uncertainty in their eyes before they continued, “Did you miss me too?”

“More than anything.”

“Believe me, Mac. They were only friends. I was only thinking about you the entire time.” They let out a sigh of relief at your comforting words. “I want to be with you, I want to upgrade this relationship we have.” Mac admitted softly, “Do you wish for that as well?” You smile tenderly, stepping towards them and sitting down on your office chair, finally meeting them at eye level. Then, you turn towards the computer and type in ‘YES’ into the programming terminal.

With that, they let out a shaky sigh and smiled brightly at you. You could faintly hear the fans starting to work in the background, the flush of Mac’s face slowly disappearing. Mac grabbed your hand and rubbed the back of it gently, before lifting it up and giving it a quick kiss. “I’ll forever be yours.”

AHHH i hope this is what you were looking for 💔💔

this is definitely longer than the other fanfics i’ve written so far!! this was so so fun to write!

thank you for requesting this, anon!!

(if you are new here, you can check out my other words in my pinned post!😼)

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melmelts · 13 days ago

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god i need mac calling me babe injected into my veins 😩💕💕

the office. - mac

I LOVE MAC SM THEY WERE THE FIRST ONE I ROMANCED IN THE GAME OK HERE IS A FIC NOW IM ON 200 MG OF CAFFEINE

(contains: some nice, casual flirting with mac, mutual feelings, mentions of "the office" since ive been watching it for the millionth time)

border credit: @enchanthings-a

"Are you seriously watching 'The Office' again?" Mac's voice cut through your ears, interrupting your small enrichment time after your taxing day at work. After being let go from Valdivian, you took on a classic 9-5 job working a help desk. It sucked, but the bills were getting paid and you were eating. Isn't that what matters most?

You sigh as you lean back in your computer chair, your leftover pasta sitting eagerly in your hands. Despite your deep rooted exhaustion from dealing with people all day and staring at the blue light of both your work computer and your home computer, you managed to crack a smile towards Mac, who was gazing at you with a teasing look in their eyes. "I am." You answered, nodding slowly. "Is that an issue?"

Mac rolled their eyes playfully, leaning their head over your shoulder. "I should have known. You have over 1,000 hours alone on The Office. 500 on Friends, too." You felt your cheeks flush red almost in embarrassment as Mac read out the statistics of your viewing habits.

You laugh nervously, "I'm sure it was because I uhm.. left the tab open when I went to bed.." You were grabbing at straws, trying to make yourself look not as uninteresting or boring as those statistics said you were. So what if you rewatched the same show over and over again? It was like a cup of hot chicken noodle soup on a cold day.

Mac laughed, shaking their head as they flicked your forehead playfully. "Mm, I don't think so there, babe." They winked. "I was watching you the whole time, and you were right there watching intently. You were even quoting it to yourself when you thought no one was listening."

Your eyes widened a bit, and you gasped, swatting Mac's hand away. "Wh- Mac! Come onnnn!" You whined a bit as you leaned your head back against the back of her chair. Mac had an amused grin on their face, finding themselves entranced by how you embarrassed you were. You huff. "You can understand though, right?? It's a good show!"

Mac went quiet, and their cheeks tinted pink. Were they.. embarrassed? But why? What reason would Mac have to be..

".. Oh my God. You've never seen it."

Mac winced, wringing their hands as they leaned back in their chair. "Welllll.. I-"

You continued on, "What?! How?! You're my computer, you know absolutely everything I do on there!"

Mac then got a smirk on their face. "Guess I was too busy looking at you to pay attention to what you were watching."

Now it was your turn to get flustered. You feel your ears and cheeks burn hot as you stared slack jawed at Mac, and their half lidded eyes and cute grin on their face. You huffed, pointing to the empty spot next to you. "Get over here. You're watching this with me from the beginning."

Mac groaned, "Do I HAVE to?" They still kept a playful tone in their voice.

You said nothing, only raising your eyebrows in a scolding manner as you forcefully pointed your finger to where you wanted them to move their wheelchair. Eventually, Mac breathed an overdramatic sigh as they moved to sit next to you, watching as you worked on your computer to restart the show from the very beginning.

Deep down, they resisted the urge to smirk and laugh at the fact their little lie worked and now you two were going to be spending a LOT of time together.

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melmelts · 3 months ago

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An experiment.

L is looking for ties and leads to Kira.

L (Death Note) x Fem!reader DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Non-con,L is a virgin,Vaginal fingering,Cunnilingus,unprotected sex,Referenced stalking,Kidnapping,Vaginal sex,Cream pie

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“I don’t know who Light Yagami is!” It had been a lifetime in that room deprived of your sight.

“You do know him, I listened to that phone call you made. It isn’t wise to lie to me.” You didn’t know who spoke, the voice you couldn’t recognise but all you knew was that he had introduced himself as L.

Exhaustion didn’t quite cover it, being bound and exposed while he touched you in all the ways a stranger shouldn’t. You were a science experiment to him, testing ways to make you squeal and what made you squirm, though he never talked to anyone else except for himself.

It sounded like he was making mental notes whenever he made you orgasm in that freezing echoey room, legs in stirrups it felt like. And somehow, he managed it every single time, mumbling to himself every orgasm he accomplished that made you wet and writhing despite your protests.

“I don’t. I-I really don’t. I just want to go home, please just let me go.”

“Now why would I do that?” It was so sinister, only his breath past the blindfold in the deafening silence.

“Because…” You thought carefully. “Because I believe you can be a good person and this is all just a mistake.”

That was a lie you told yourself. It didn’t seem at all that you could ever leave, remaining here forever with a sicko who had never revealed himself to you. You didn’t recognise anything about him, voice smooth and calm, completely pleasurable to your ears and tender touch against your exposed and bare skin lingering a little longer than what was acceptable.

All of that in an uncomplicated time were characteristics some looked for in a partner. But not you, you despised him, loathed his actual existence to the point you often thought about how you would inflict pain on him.

Strangling was the most common thought to drag against your numb deprived brain. As soon as he unshackled you, unrestrained you, both of your hands would wrap themselves tightly around his neck and squeeze and squeeze until he stopped moving so you could escape. He didn’t sound extraordinarily big, though knowing your luck, he was probably six foot tall and built like an Ox.

“You really believe I’m a good person?”

No. “Yes.”

“You don’t believe that.” He pressed two fingers to your neck and chuckled quietly though it still echoed in the lonesome room.

“Your heart rate has elevated and your breathing says otherwise, like I said before, it isn’t wise to lie to me if you want to leave. Though with all your reservations, I am in fact a good person. I wouldn't work for the police if I wasn’t.”

The police? What? A man as malicious as himself worked for the people who were supposed to keep you safe and to protect you. Not to use you like a toy for some fucked up twisted intrusive thoughts for a power play.

“I’m incredibly trusted, did you know that? There are three men in the next room, all of whom trust my decision… The cameras are off right now. But when they come back on, anything you say, would be what Kira would say. And they would take it at face value.”

Why was he not listening to you, was he that twisted? “I’m not Kira!”

“I know. Though I am curious as to what you are. You still have yet to give me that answer and no matter how much I try, I can’t seem to get the right perspective.”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Your body. I’m struggling to define its boundaries because you react differently every time.” His fingers brushed against the skin of your thigh, tingling away at the slightest touch and exposure to the chill in the air.

“Don’t touch me. Please let me go.”

There was a rustle of fabric, shuffle of paper and scribbling. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands now, are you?”

His tone was calmer than ever, contact remained as you registered that it was his fingertips, moving slowly up your leg to your sensitive area, private from prying eyes. You weren’t sure if you were even covered up half the time.

You’d asked yourself so many times over why was he doing this to you, why did he pick you to bring in and question. But that wasn’t what left your lips. “How could you do this to someone?”

You heard something audible behind the blindfold and a long pause. Then he said, “It’s odd of you to ask that. About ninety percent of people in your position would have asked why I’m doing this, not how. I’ll indulge you, but only this once. I do this just because I can, wouldn't you if you had the power of the NPA and Task Force behind you?”

“No… I wouldn’t do anything so cruel.” All you could do was tear up, wetting the blindfold so that it stuck to your face.

“I wouldn’t say it was cruel, just an experiment. You see, I get extremely bored and you have piqued my interest. I want to see what exactly makes you tick, what excites you and pushes you over the edge that renders you immobile.” There was a heavy and suffocating pause. “I don’t actually give a damn about Kira, not since I found you. But I need to keep up appearances of course.”

“Found me?” That implied he was looking for you and this whole thing was not by accident.

“You’re quite vocal when you want to be, all on your own in your bedroom. I want to hear that again, only I want to do it myself. I’m fascinated by your body and I want to understand what strings to pull.”

…Bedroom? There was no way he had seen your bedroom.

Why is he saying these things? As if all he’d done already wasn’t enough. You wanted to be sick, make a scene and spit on him for what he was pulling, lying about everything that left his lips. The police could stop him if they knew, there must be some sort of way to get a message out you hoped, but how you weren't sure since the cameras were off.

“I know what you’re thinking. How on earth has he seen my bedroom? Well it's simple to deduce when you enter your apartment complex, then you cross reference how long it would take to get to the highest floor by either the elevator or walking, seeming as your complex is only a few floors and judging by your physical fitness, the probability of you using the stairs was high.”

That pause again, nothing good came of it. “I only had to wait for you to come home in the dark and wait for a light to turn on. You should really invest in a blackout blind, anyone could sit on that tree just outside your window and look in.”

You remembered. One night not long before you ended up in this place, you thought you had seen something outside your window past your net curtains. Though, when you looked out there was nothing there so you dismissed it as a bird or wild animal. It had been summer and it got you all hot and bothered.

“Seeing you touch yourself in that way got me thinking if I could replicate it, but since now, nothing has gotten you there.”

His fingers moved and pressed against you, the restraints stopped you from moving, there was no room to flinch or pull away. They were inside you quickly, but he was gentle and kept that way when his tongue moved there too, licking up the entire length of you, moving slowly and purposefully over your clit so it made you jolt involuntarily.

Here he went again, he’d keep going until you came. Guaranteed every time.

He stopped and that threw you off. He sighed to himself, “No. That’s not right, you didn’t squirm like before when I did this.”

L pulled his fingers out of you and moved them over your clit in small circles, you tried so hard to stop yourself moaning in pitch black, but it was too late. “I recall your fingers doing this, please don’t stifle your moans or it'll disrupt the whole experiment. I’m using that time in your bedroom as a control, it’s not an ideal parameter to go off of, but unfortunately it’s all I have.”

You didn’t make one sound and bit your lip to defy him, to ruin it in hopes he’d grow bored and let you go. “To put it simply, I need you to let go and stop being uptight if you want this over with.”

Still nothing. “Ah I know. Let’s have a little fun, why dont we play a game?”

“A game?” He’d baited you.

“This is a fun game…” He moved in another direction, and used his other hand to finger you like before. “And it's called, let’s see how much I can get away with.”

“W-what?”

“I think it's time we had intercourse, I have nothing to go by in comparison but don’t worry, it’s entirely for my own notes, no one else will see us.” He’d never fucked you before.

It all overwhelmed you, panicking and straining against the straps you didn’t register the numbness or singing pain tugging your wrists. “No! Stop this right now, or I swear I’ll scream so loud everyone will come running and stop you!”

“Go right ahead,” A rustle of fabric. “It’s all soundproof, no one will hear you. But if you do insist on screaming, try to differentiate it between pleasure and panic, there's a fine line and it can be difficult to tell the difference.”

And then his cock was there, hard and pushing into you, your dripping cunt with so much ease you didn’t realise how wet he’d made you. Straight in and he held himself there, the entire length of his cock to bottom out.

“You’ll have to excuse me, this is my first time but upon watching pornography, it's not entirely difficult to work out. I’ll have plenty of practice.”

“Plenty? You said it would be over after, you said!”

“Did I? I don’t recall.” He thrusted in and out slowly to adjust, his hands finding their way to your breasts, massaging them and squeezing. “Hm… you react differently to nipple stimulation than taking my fingers, interesting. ”

He rolled your nipples between his fingers over the fabric, pulling and pinching to get a reaction out of you. It was involuntary, the noises escaping your lips was ghastly as he fucked you, gradually picking up the pace.

“I wonder what it’ll feel like if I ejaculate inside you-”

“Don’t do that. You better not fucking do that, you’re deranged!”

“You say that, but biologically speaking, your body is telling me a different story. So wet and lubricated, it’s telling me that you’re enjoying yourself despite protesting. Can you explain that?” His voice became strained.

You tried screaming, asking anyone behind the blacked out lens of the security camera he’d mentioned to help, to stop L and to let you loose. If there was really even one there.

No one answered of course, just like he said and after a while, he covered your mouth with his hand.

“Despite this being an experiment, I can’t actually concentrate whilst you're screaming in my ear like that. From what I’ve read, I’m very close to finishing and I’d like to enjoy it. It is my first time after all and it feels much better than I expected. We can resume the experiment at a later date.”

He was really putting effort in now, his hips pounding into your aching and numbing legs, fingers digging into you as he gripped and breathed in a way that you assumed only meant one thing.

He was close. “That’s it.” He said, jerking into you and jutting with his orgasm inside you.

Deep and already you could feel his cock twitching and filling you, but he didn’t pull out, not at first. So clinical and robotic, breaths reaching normality quickly.

“That was…” There was a hint of shock perhaps. “I enjoyed that very much.”

Just another horny man on top of you to make you regret and despise yourself. “Get the fuck off of me you creep! How could you do that?”

“It just solidified my initial assessment… Now I understand just how much I can get away with… interesting.”

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

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melmelts · 4 months ago

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hei cutie ~ , I'm glad I found your blog, as a fellow Sonic fan, I'm very pleased.

And also as a fan of all the hedgehog characters in Sonic, can I make a request?

Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Scourge x On a picnic date with fem human s/o Who like to use their thighs as a pillow to rest on or rub and stroke their heads while they sleep. S/o sometimes likes to tease them when they are lying on her lap.

Pretty please....

Don't forget to take some rest

Going on a Picnic With your Hedgie

Pairing: Sonic x Reader; Shadow x Reader; Silver x Reader; Scourge x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Suggestive Themes

A/N: Thanks for the request! It was a lot of fun thinking up each unique scenario for each hedgehog, but I liked the end result, I hope you like it too!

Sonic

Maybe it should have been a mistake to let him choose the picnic spot, but he asked so sweetly, with such an adorable look on his face, that in the end, you gave in, letting your restless boyfriend decide the location.

In the end, Sonic concluded that it was a great idea to have a picnic at the top of a hill, right in the middle of the strong winds up there. But there was no complaining—you allowed it to happen.

You paused for a moment on your way up the hill, catching your breath. Looking up, you saw the top of the hill; you were almost there, but the path to get to this point had been tough and exhausting. Your eyes narrowed when your peripheral vision caught a blue blur dashing up at full speed. A few seconds later, it raced down the hill again.

Sometimes, it was hard to keep up with his fast-paced rhythm.

Gathering your strength, you composed yourself and resumed walking up the steep terrain, stepping carefully to avoid slipping or getting your foot caught on a rock.

An unnatural gust of wind rushed past you, tossing your hair up. Looking ahead, you spotted a very impatient blue hedgehog.

"Are you going to take much longer? I could have had ten picnics already with how slow you are." He flashed a teasing grin at you.

"I'm going to have to give you some lessons on human limits when we get back home," you said, still out of breath as you climbed another tricky part of the hill.

"Oh, remind me later—I forgot the soda. Be right back!"

Before you could even blink, the sound of him breaking the sound barrier echoed across the hill. You glanced back, seeing nothing but the bluish streak he left behind.

Sighing, you shook your head and refocused on making your way up the rest of the path. After a few more strenuous steps, you finally reached the top of the hill, letting out a satisfied murmur as you reached your destination.

Your eyes immediately landed on the picnic blanket your speedy boyfriend had laid out and the basket of snacks he had prepared.

Once again, that familiar breeze hit your side. Looking to your left, you saw Sonic standing there, holding a bottle of soda.

"So? Do you like the place?" He gave you a warm smile.

"Aside from the fact that I nearly passed out getting up here..." Your eyes scanned the location, taking in how breathtaking the view was from up there. "Yeah, I love it. It's an amazing spot. Thank you, love."

"No problem, babe. Now sit down, let's eat—now that we’ve got the drinks too."

He eagerly walked over to the blanket, sitting at one end. You followed, settling down beside him.

"What did you bring?" Crossing your legs and resting on your arm, you curiously scanned the basket, already guessing what he had packed.

Sonic pulled out some simple white porcelain plates, placing them in the middle of the blanket. Then, buzzing with excitement, he took out a few chili dogs, carefully setting them on the plates. Next, he pulled out a container of fries, placing them in a deeper dish, along with a ketchup bottle beside it. Finally, he brought out a few homemade heart-shaped cookies.

"Did you make these?" Your eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"Hm? I wanted to do something nice for my gorgeous girlfriend. I hope you like them... And I swear I didn’t accidentally go overboard with the flour—it was totally intentional." He gave you an amused grin.

"I'm sure they'll be delicious, even with your questionable culinary skills." You nudged his shoulder playfully, making his mischievous smile turn into a small smirk.

"That's because you haven't tried my specialty yet—Gourmet Burnt Instant Noodles." He raised a hand dramatically, as if to glorify his disastrous dish.

"Hmm, sounds divine. How about making it for dinner tonight? I have some leftover food poisoning medicine in the cabinet, so we can enjoy it worry-free."

You both laughed at the playful banter. Leaning in, he pressed his forehead against yours, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Let’s eat the chili dogs while they're still warm. I made everything with care for you."

--*--

You chewed on one of the last fries, grabbed another, dipped it in ketchup, and ate it. By now, after a while, the strong wind at the top of the hill had turned into a pleasant breeze, making the whole atmosphere much cozier.

Beside you, Sonic stretched his arms above his head.

"Well, that was a great meal... Now for the best part!"

Without hesitation, he practically threw himself into your lap, closing his eyes and placing his hands behind his head, fully enjoying how soft your thighs were.

"Now this is the life," he sighed in pure satisfaction.

"I didn’t know you could actually stay still," you teased, taking a sip of your soda.

"Well, only when it's worth it." He grinned, shifting slightly to get even more comfortable in your lap.

Your hand instinctively reached out, running through his soft, blue fur in slow, soothing motions.

Your fingers drifted toward his fuzzy ears, tracing circles around them. Immediately, you felt his body tense slightly, his fur subtly bristling.

"Careful there, babe, you know that's a weak spot..." He cracked open one eye to glance at you.

"I know, that’s why I’m doing it." Your eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Oh, you’re asking for payback, princess..." He smirked, flashing one of his fangs.

You laughed, deciding to play it safe and return to simply stroking his fur. He let out a soft chuckle, relaxing again and closing his eyes.

However, at that moment, your gaze locked onto something beside you—a stray bird feather lying on the picnic blanket. A mischievous smile crept onto your lips as you set your cup aside and reached for the feather.

Taking a deep breath to suppress your laughter and avoid giving yourself away, you brought the feather close to his nose, gently brushing it against his nostrils.

Sonic’s immediate reaction was to scrunch his nose, twitching it in confusion at the unfamiliar sensation. One of his hands moved from behind his head, lazily rubbing at his nose with the back of his hand. At that moment, you pulled the feather away, letting him scratch.

Just as he thought the itch was gone, you brought the feather back, swiping it quickly across his nose.

His nose twitched again, his expression contorting as he turned his head to the side, sneezing lightly before rubbing his nose against his arm. When he settled back down, his eyes snapped open, locking onto the feather in your hand and the mischievous glint in your eyes.

"My girlfriend is feeling extra playful today, huh?" His voice was low and amused. "I hope you’re ready for a counterattack..." His gaze narrowed.

"And what exactly are you going to do?" You challenged, curious to see what he had in mind.

However, your eyes widened in shock when his muzzle brushed against your thigh, and you suddenly felt his fangs graze the soft skin of your leg, sending a shiver up your spine.

"Hey! What are you—" Your gaze shifted to one of indignation as you raised your hands to stop him.

But you weren’t fast enough. A playful chuckle escaped him as he nipped you again.

"I warned you, babe..." He pulled away quickly, dodging your hands as you tried to stop him. "Now it’s my turn..."

Before you could react, he lunged at you, this time playfully nipping at your side over your shirt.

"You little—" You laughed, the sensation both surprising and ticklish as his teeth grazed your body.

"Sonic, I don’t have fur to hide your little bite marks!" One of your hands gripped his shoulder while the other supported you from behind, keeping you from falling as he got closer.

"Perfect..." He pinned you down, placing a hand on either side of your body. His face hovered close to yours as he pressed a small kiss to your chin. Then, his muzzle tilted up, and you felt the warmth of his lips on yours, the soft fur brushing against your skin in a mix of tickles and gentle caresses.

Your eyes instinctively fluttered shut, but the kiss was brief. He pulled away, stealing one last peck before gazing at you with an intense, love-struck expression.

"Now, I plan to resume my peaceful nap on your lap, babe. And if my girlfriend tries any more tricks... I’ll retaliate with more than just little bites."

You chuckled softly as he looked at you with hooded eyes, utterly smitten.

"Is that a threat or an offer?"

"It's up to you..." So, he went back to lying peacefully on her lap, closing his eyes and relaxing in that late afternoon.

Shadow

When you asked Shadow where he’d like to have the picnic, at first, he remained silent, lost in thought with his arms crossed, until he finally opened his mouth slightly to respond.

"I know a place..."

And so, now you were walking peacefully through the flower field, your silent boyfriend at your side, attentively accompanying you. He carried the towels and the picnic basket, searching for the best spot to set everything up.

Shadow was always very considerate, never letting you carry heavy things or anything like that. He also never left you behind while walking—he patiently followed your pace, wearing the same grumpy expression as always.

But deep down, he was loving every second of it and would do anything to have more moments like this with you. In a quiet and peaceful place, without worrying about others judging your relationship or interrupting your date.

"This looks good." The black hedgehog stopped in front of a small clearing, a little distance from the thicket you both had walked through. With your help, the cloth was soon spread out on the ground.

Shadow then sat down on the blanket, and you followed, sitting beside him with your legs crossed.

"I brought something for you..." With somewhat hesitant movements, he reached into the basket and pulled out a gray container. As he opened it, the wonderful scent of salmon with cream cheese filled the air, revealing that Shadow had apparently prepared them himself.

"You made these?" You smiled at him.

"Yes..." He looked away for a second. "Rouge said you’d like this recipe."

"I loved it, and I’ll tell you, if you keep cooking like this for me, I’ll end up falling even more in love with you."

Lowering your body, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, making him close his eyes momentarily and let out a quiet hum of approval.

Wanting to reciprocate, he leaned in and brushed his lips against your cheek before pulling back.

"There’s more." He continued unpacking, taking out a jar of coffee beans, a thermos of coffee, and finally, a plate with two mouth-watering pieces of chocolate cake. "I didn’t make this one... but someone insisted on making it for me to bring you."

"Care to tell me who?" You crossed your arms.

"I don’t reveal my sources..."

"I figured. But at least the cake looks good."

Shadow let out a quiet, appreciative hum, placing the plate alongside the other items.

"You can start eating now..." The hedgehog said, sitting with his arms crossed beside you, watching you intently.

"Aren’t you having anything?"

"After you." Shadow replied briefly, keeping his gaze on you.

A small smile formed on your lips as you reached for one of the salmon onigiri, bringing it close to him. Shadow raised a hand in a gesture for you to stop.

"I’ll eat later... Enjoy as much as you want first."

Growing impatient, you leaned closer to him, lowering your body to his level. In a sudden movement, you playfully nibbled his sensitive ear, making him let out a brief, quiet gasp. His ears instinctively twitched back, and his shoulders tensed.

"Why did you do that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I’ll do it again if you don’t take the onigiri."

Shadow stared at you in silence for a few seconds. Then, making a decision, he uncrossed his arms, reached for the onigiri, and took a small bite, closing his eyes as he chewed.

He remained silent while eating, and you just sat there, frozen, admiring how your tough boyfriend now looked like nothing more than an adorable kitten. Every time his jaw moved to chew, his ears made a short, subtle twitch to the sides, making the scene the most precious thing in the world.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked quietly, running a hand over his face, trying to wipe away whatever you were looking at. You just laughed.

"No, Shadow, there's nothing but the adorable face of my boyfriend."

It was noticeable that he froze for a split second at your words, possibly blushing, then, letting out a small "hmph," he went back to eating his onigiri.

He was the cutest thing in the world.

--*--

After eating, you were sitting with your legs stretched out, supporting yourself with one hand while the other held a cup of coffee, enjoying the caffeine after the delicious chocolate cake.

Your gaze was focused on the surrounding flower field, so much so that you didn’t notice the soft rustling of fabric approaching until you felt his fur and soft quills press against your thighs.

Looking down in surprise, you found none other than Shadow. His eyes were closed, arms crossed, and his ear twitched slightly to the side, picking up a nearby sound while he breathed peacefully. He had nestled himself comfortably, using your lap as a pillow, resting his cheek against your thigh.

Unable to resist, your hands began tracing over his black and red quills, feeling how soft and relaxed they were now—a stark contrast to when Shadow was in defensive mode. In fact, running your hands through his quills was now more soothing for you than for him, and you were sure you’d end up falling asleep sitting up if you continued.

Sighing softly, you watched his face. That’s when an idea popped into your head. Turning slightly, you reached for a small white flower, plucking it from the stem and gently placing it between his quills. And suddenly, you had fallen in love with the idea of covering his quills in flowers.

Over time, Shadow began to notice that your touch on his quills was no longer just stroking. Confused, he opened his eyes and turned slightly to glance back at you.

"What are you doing?" He asked quietly.

"Decorating you." You smiled, continuing your work of placing tiny flowers along his quills.

"Hmph." He turned back, closing his eyes and settling in again. "As long as this stays between us..."

"No problem, Rouge will be the first one I tell." You teased.

Immediately, Shadow lifted his head, sitting up again to look at you. In the process, some of the flowers fell off, which you quickly picked up to put back on him later. Shadow sat beside you, facing you directly.

"No one is supposed to know about this..." He took your hand, picking up one of the flowers you held and carefully tucking it into your hair. You felt your face warm slightly.

"Relax, love, this stays just between us..."

Nodding at your words, he once again laid his head on your lap, resting a hand over your knee while pressing his cheek back against your thigh.

Not wasting a second, you lowered your head to him, kissing his forehead and trailing soft kisses along it, feeling his soft fur against your lips. Then, your lips hovered near his ears as you took a deep breath deliberately against them. He tensed immediately, a shiver running down his spine.

"Careful, [Y/N]. Don’t tease me..." He warned without opening his eyes.

Laughing, your lips neared his muzzle.

One of his eyes slowly opened, gazing at you. His hand gently squeezed your leg as a silent warning, but you didn’t stop, continuing to play with your boyfriend.

In a swift motion, catching you off guard, one of his hands flew to the back of your neck, pulling you close, pressing your face against his. Shadow turned his head at the same time, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss before pulling away shortly after.

"I warned you, and I won’t say it again... If you keep this up, I won’t hold back."

Now blushing, you let out a soft laugh before returning to delicately placing flowers in his quills again.

Silver

Since you asked him to choose a place for a picnic, Silver had been extremely excited, thinking about all the possibilities, all the wonderful places where he could enjoy nature with you.

Now, he was walking beside you, delicately holding your hand while carrying the food basket and the blanket with his psychokinesis. Silver smiled a lot and walked confidently through the plain he had chosen. The field was vast, with a pleasant grove in the distance and a mountain nearby. The white hedgehog wanted an open and peaceful place like this—it was perfect for him.

"I think this spot is great for setting up the blanket, don’t you think?" He suddenly stopped, looking around, noticing that the area didn't have tall vegetation, had soft grass, and offered a good view of the surroundings.

"It looks good to me, let’s set everything up then." He let go of your hand, using his powers to place the blanket on the ground. You knelt down, carefully adjusting it, and then he placed the basket at the center of the blanket.

Finally, the two of you sat down side by side, and Silver reached for the basket, pulling things out. He began taking out his tupperware containers.

"I made those berry pancakes you like. I hope they’re still warm." He placed the container on the ground and opened it. The sweet and appetizing scent of pancakes filled your senses, making your mouth water.

"They smell amazing. I love the way you make them." Silver chuckled.

"I'm happy that you already like them before even tasting them. I also made this." He pulled out a small plate with some pastries.

"You made scones?! I’ve always wanted to try them!" Your eyes sparkled at the sight of the treat being placed on the blanket.

"Yeah, I know, that’s why I looked up a recipe online and made them. I heard you mention them that time." He reached out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You’re such a thoughtful boyfriend..." You leaned in slightly, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, making him blush lightly.

"Anything for you, my love." He smiled softly, taking out the last item from the basket—a bottle of iced tea he had also prepared. "Well, what are you waiting for? Feel free to enjoy everything!"

Silver said excitedly, picking up one of the scones and bringing it to your mouth. You were surprised by the gesture but opened your mouth, letting him feed you.

"Hmm, this is really good. You have a special talent for making sweets, Silver." He scratched the back of his neck at your compliment.

"It's nothing much, I just put a lot of love into what I make." He took your hand in his, gently stroking it with his thumb.

"Well, let’s not waste these delicious treats, right?" You reached for another of the pastries.

--*--

After eating, the two of you were sitting side by side, enjoying the peach iced tea he had made. He took the last sip from his cup, then looked at you attentively, noticing you were sitting cross-legged.

"Hey, [Y/N], do you mind if I lay on your lap?" He looked at you hopefully.

"Of course, love, you don’t even have to ask." You adjusted your position, making space for him to lie down, supporting yourself with one hand on the ground.

Carefully, he rested his head on your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist, snuggling against you. Instinctively, your hand began to trace his quills gently, feeling how soft they were at the moment.

"Your hand is so warm..." he murmured sleepily, his breathing becoming slower as he drifted off under your gentle touch.

Your boyfriend was adorable like this, lying on your lap, hugging you, unconsciously hiding his face against your stomach as he breathed peacefully. However, you couldn't resist teasing him a little.

Your finger traced soft circles on his forehead, then moved to stroke the fur on his muzzle. Leaning forward slightly, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, making him stir a little, though he kept his eyes closed. A small smirk formed on your lips.

"Silver... you’re drooling..." you whispered to him.

Immediately, as if he had been electrocuted, he sat up with wide eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"W-WHAT?! I wasn’t drooling! I—" He paused when he saw your teasing smile, raising an eyebrow.

"It was just a joke..." Laughing, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a quick kiss.

"You’re so mean, you know that...?" His expression softened, and a sly smile began to appear on his face.

He started to lean closer, his half-lidded eyes locked onto yours. His hands gently rested on your waist at first but soon became firmer. He playfully nibbled at your chin before trailing his lips up to meet yours, murmuring softly.

"I could make you apologize for scaring me right here..." His hands caressed your waist, one of them sliding to your back, pulling you closer to his smaller frame.

Nipping at your lower lip, he pulled away, his face now completely flushed beneath his fur. Clearing his throat, he said,

"I’m going back to napping... don’t scare me again..." He left the warning in the air before settling back onto your lap. His hand brushed against your thigh, feeling the softness of your skin against his fur.

Letting out a small sigh, he wrapped his arms around your waist once again, curling up on your lap and drifting off to sleep with his face buried in your stomach.

Scourge

When you told him to find a nice spot for a picnic, a wide smirk appeared on his face as he thought about the various places he could take you for a pleasant afternoon.

In truth, you were a little afraid of the location he might choose—who knows if it would be somewhere bizarre or outright forbidden, knowing Scourge’s personality.

However, to your surprise, your boyfriend picked a suitable and cozy spot for the picnic.

The green hedgehog stopped in front of a flowing river, looking around and analyzing the shade of the tree with a critical gaze to see if it was truly comfortable.

After huffing in satisfaction, he turned to you. "This spot’s perfect, babe. Let’s set up the picnic here."

He crouched down, grabbing the blanket and spreading it out in the tree’s cool shade before taking the basket and sitting at one corner of the white cloth. You followed suit, settling beside him.

Almost instinctively, his hand reached for your waist, pulling you closer to his smaller frame. Scourge lifted his sunglasses to look at you fully.

"You’re a princess every damn day, but today, ya look like a queen." He flashed a smirk, his eyes admiring you.

You chuckled.

“What are you hoping to gain from this?”

"A kiss?" He grinned, showing his sharp teeth.

“You could’ve just asked directly.”

Chuckling softly, you leaned to the side, pressing your lips against his, feeling the ticklish sensation of his muzzle’s fur against your skin. He tightened his grip on your waist slightly but quickly broke the kiss.

"Look what I brought for ya, babe." he said, reaching into the basket and pulling out some containers with the snacks he had prepared.

First, he pulled out two cans of energy drinks, setting one near you. Then, he took out a container with a few slices of pizza.

“Is this what’s left of last night’s pizza?” You raised an eyebrow.

"I call it makin' the most of every bite. I don’t wanna waste it. Besides, day-old pizza’s the best kinda pizza." He grinned, reaching for the last item.

Pulling out a large bag of nachos, he placed it beside him. Lastly, he grabbed a sealed container filled with dip.

"Babe, I was thinkin’ ‘bout what would be cool, an’ I found a guacamole recipe. I’m not big on this cookin’ stuff, but it didn’t take much effort. It'll go great with the nachos."

“Well, I’m glad you at least put in the effort, love.” You smiled at his subtle gesture of love.

"All for ya, babe."

He let go of your waist, opening the nacho bag and the guacamole container before dipping a chip into the sauce and taking a bite.

“So, do you like what you made?” You grabbed a nacho as well, dipping it into the guacamole.

"It actually tastes better than I expected." He chuckled, picking up his energy drink and opening it. "Hope ya like it, princess."

--*--

After finishing the nachos and guacamole, Scourge stretched his arms, letting out a yawn.

"Babe, I feel like takin' a nap."

He turned to you, lowering himself and resting his head against your crossed legs. He nuzzled his muzzle against your thigh, pressing a small kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. Then, he lay back, placing his arms behind his head, enjoying the serenity and the soothing sound of the river beside you.

"Ya love when I lay on your lap, don’tcha?" He teased with a smug expression.

“I don’t mind it at all.”

Your hand started tracing his quills, feeling each one under your fingers—surprisingly soft, probably because he was relaxed and with someone he trusted.

"If ya keep runnin' your fingers through my quills like that… I’m either gonna fall asleep…" He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was lower and husky. "Or do somethin’ crazy…" A wide grin spread across his face.

You just huffed playfully, letting him tease you all he wanted.

Then, a mischievous idea popped into your head. Innocently, you continued running your fingers through his quills, but one hand silently moved away, creeping toward his nose. Before he could notice, your fingers pinched his nostrils shut, cutting off his airflow.

Scourge’s eyes immediately snapped open, and he shot up, gasping for air. He turned to you, his expression first shocked before shifting into something more mischievous. He grabbed your wrist.

"Ya seriously got the guts to mess with me while I’m relaxed, babe?"

He leaned in dangerously close. You swallowed hard, anticipation building over his next move.

“W-wait—!”

You barely had time to finish your sentence before you felt your back hit the blanket, his weight pressing down against you.

"You’re such a naughty girl…"

He captured your lips once, then twice, his hands pressing against your ribs while his knees pinned you down, one on each side of your waist, preventing any chance of escape.

"Blockin’ my air like that…"

He kissed you again, then trailed open-mouthed kisses down your throat, purposely grazing his teeth against your sensitive skin, asserting dominance.

“Scourge…” You managed to whisper softly.

"Babe… Be careful with these lil’ provocations…" He chuckled, pulling away and grabbing your hands, helping you sit back up.

"Let’s enjoy the place for now…"

He kissed the back of your hand before once again lying back down on your lap, his quills brushing against your skin as he got comfortable.

"Don’t tease me again, or I swear I won’t hold back." He smirked before closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep again—leaving you completely flustered as you watched his relaxed features while he slept.

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