#like why did i swap between giving them necks and taking their necks away

[buttelf]

this is a comic based on a sonadow drabble written by (and a gift for) @viacursecasting​ :) 

this was my first time making a comic and im still learning how to draw sonic and shadow consistently, so pls forgive that :) thank you to viacursecasting for letting me post this! enjoy!

[shawtuzi]

this one’s for you anon <33

this is 18+ so mdni thank yew

“oh….wow….”

you were absolutely speechless at the sight between your legs—suguru holding satoru by the hairs at the nape of his neck in a heated….kiss???

you knew nothing good could come out of more than half a bottle of d’usse and two blunts, hence why the two of them were between your legs once again, taking turns obscenely slurping at your pussy—but something felt different this time.

the first time they ate you out, yes their tongues were in close proximity but they never exactly touched. this time around though, they had no problem tonguing at your clit at the same time, moaning in unison as they made out with your pussy and boarder line each other but not quite. until geto abruptly stopped and pulled gojo in for a bruising kiss.

“really? in front of her??” satoru giggled, laughing even harder when geto shoved him away, wiping your essence and the salvia from the kiss from his puffy lips. suguru kissed his teeth, “let’s not act like you weren’t trying to shove your tongue down my throat a minute ago,” he said referring to gojo purposely brushing his tongue against his while they were going down on you.

satoru’s eyes flicked over to you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “look at her,” he chuckled nodding his head towards you, “babies at a loss of words.”

“well i mean how could i not be i just saw you two kiss—with a lot of tongue mind you!” you knew the two boys were very close and had a knack of sharing their women but this was very unexpected, just how far did things go between them??

“him giving me head is as far as it’s ever gone,” suguru said, breaking you out of your thoughts. he continued, “when spend copious amounts of time with someone you begin to get curious about things…didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if we did—”

“no no!” you squealed, shaking your head. you sat up to get a better look at them, “i’m not uncomfortable i just wasn’t expecting that is all,” you giggled, giving suguru’s arm a comforting squeeze. you leant over and grabbed a roach from the coffee table, now getting comfortable on the couch, confusing the two men kneeling before you.

you sparked the blunt, a mischievous glint swirling in your eyes. “did you like it?” you asked taking a hit of the blunt. geto’s cheeks immediately tinted pink, he cleared his throat before answering, “yeah it was pretty good.”

gojo scoffed, “‘pretty good’ yeah right. you were immobile by the time i was done with you.”

you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past your lips—the image of suguru geto sprawled out, breathless, and unable to move because of some head from gojo had you a little tickled….and kinda turned on.

“y/n are you okay? your smile is kinda creeping me out,” geto’s words fell on deaf ears, your mind too preoccupied with the best fucking idea you’ve ever had. “i have an idea, a really good one—suguru take off your pants.”

“huh???”

“yesssss!”

“please be quiet satoru.”

and that my friends is how geto ended up swapping places with you, sweatpants around his ankles, eyes rolled into the back of his skull while you and gojo both slurped at the tip of his dick.

“do you like it sugu? you aren’t even looking at us,” you pouted, cupping his balls in your hand, giving them a semi-rough squeeze. suguru’s mouth dropped open, his chest now heaving up and down rapidly.

“i c-can’t look—fuck! i can’t or i’ll cum i can’t i can’t i can’t,” his voice was shaky with every word it was too cute. you’ve never seen him in such a state—it made you kinda jealous gojo got to see him like this whenever he pleased.

“open your eyes suguru c’monnn,” satoru snickered, squeezing suguru’s tip so perfectly it had his toes curling. geto’s eyes suddenly popped open when he felt sloppy kisses against his thick thighs, he gritted his teeth, grabbing gojo by his white locks.

“don’t. do. that.” suguru panted, the urge to cum becoming unbearable. gojo cocked his head to the side, he licked his lips, humming at the salty yet sweet taste that was suguru geto. “what? you don’t want y/n to know how sensitive your thighs are—hmph!” satoru was interrupted by geto shoving his dick in his mouth, a low rumble emitting from his chest.

“thas’ more like it….c’mere baby,” suguru patted the spot on the couch next to him, his other hand still holding gojo’s hair in a tight grip. you were quick to hop on the couch, immediately smashing your lips against geto’s. geto moaned into the kiss, his arm finding purchase around your waist to pull you closer.

you ran your hand down suguru’s chiseled chest, satisfied by the little whimper that slipped past his lips when you began to tweak at his nipples. his hips bucked up making satoru gag, but it was certainly nothing he couldn’t handle. geto’s hand snaked down to your soaked center, he wasted no time plunging two fingers inside, his thumb making quick work rubbing tight circles on your clit.

the three of you stayed like this for a while—suguru sloppily fingering your dripping cunt, meanwhile satoru deep throated sugu’s dick like his life depended on it. “i’m!—i’m cumming!” your pussy clenched around geto’s fingers like a vice, your body slumping against his.

geto still held you close, roughly pumping his fingers in and out in and out until your thighs were soaked and you were pushing him away with whatever strength you had left. gojo pulled off geto’s dick with a lewd pop! “mmm that was hot y/n,” he smiled up at you, running his big hand over your trembling thigh.

“think you can help me finish him off?”

you’ve never been knocked out of your post nut clarity so quick. you didn’t even bother responding, hopping off the couch and onto the floor once more between suguru’s thighs.

man did he look so good right now. his hair that was once in a bun was completely disheveled, strands of jet black hair out in every direction. his chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, along with his face that was also a couple shades redder than when you first started. his muscles were bulging out due to him having the couch cushions in a death grip. yeah he looked delicious.

“ah shit,” suguru hissed when felt two hot tongues begin to caress his weeping tip. you suddenly felt a heavy hand rest on your head, turning it ever so slightly to the side until you were practically locking lips with gojo, suguru’s twitching dick still in the middle. geto let out a low whistle, patting your head gently, “what a fucking sight—ah! this is mmm fuck.”

geto’s praise had you both preening, now making it your mission to make him cum. you swirled your tongue down sugu’s dick to his balls, sucking one into your mouth. you ran your hand over geto’s trembling thigh gently before digging your nails into the soft skin, you dragged your nails down, leaving red streaks trailing behind.

“f-fuck shit—okay m’cumming m’cummingggg,” suguru threw his head back, moaning so loudly and pathetically it had your thighs clenching with need once more. milky white spurts dribbled from his cock and you and satoru slurped up every bit, the feeling of both your tongues lapping at his tip nearly driving him into overstimulation.

gojo gripped you by your cheeks, pulling you in for a nasty kiss full of tongue and clashing teeth. “that was good yeah?” he smirked, wiping spit from your bottom lip. you nodded slowly, mind a daze from what had just happened. gojo chuckled giving you another kiss, which you happily returned.

“doesn’t the guy who just got his soul sucked out deserve a kiss too?”

you both turned your heads to look up a breathless suguru, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. you climbed on the couch, satoru following suit before leaning in to give geto exactly what he asked for.

you’d never been in a three way kiss before but it was definitely something. the three of you took turns sloppily exchanging kisses, and you definitely didn’t miss the way suguru palmed at satoru’s erection, making him whimper into the kiss.

“need some help?” you asked, breaking away from the heated kiss. gojo being the shameless man he was nodded with a pathetic ‘pleaseeee’.

“what do you say sugu?” you purred, looking up at him with the best doe eyes you could give. suguru looked at the both of your before letting out a dramatic sigh, “i guess—”

“YES! REJOICE!!!” satoru jumped up, quickly removing his pants, freeing his aching dick from its confinements. he cackled at the look on suguru’s face,“don’t worry i’ll go easy on you sweetheart,” he giggled patting his cheek.

what on earth had geto gotten himself into???

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green, Part 5

WC:1063, Masterpost

CW: dissociation, self esteem issues, (past) dehumanization, referenced torture and experimentation

Danny flinched, again.

He felt bad for it, Red Robin was being as careful as possible sliding the rubber fabric between the collar and Danny’s skin, but it was just that having hands on the collar like that freaked Danny out. He closed his eyes and mentally ran through the numbers of pi. He used to know over a hundred of them. Now he was only certain of about seventy-six or so. There were a lot of things that used to be so much clearer in his memory than they were now.

“Just the overlap now,” Red (the others just called him Red), said.

He flinched again as Red pressed lightly against his neck to overlap the fabric, but the hands pulled away after.

“Do you need a little break?” the other one, Nightwing, asked.

“No. I just want this off, please,” Danny begged. He had gotten used to begging in the last year. Years?

“We’ll get it off,” Red said confidently.

Danny tried to trust that. He kept his eyes closed.

A gloved hand slipped into Danny’s, giving him something to cling to other than the sheets. Danny recoiled at the touch at first, but when the hand started to pull away, Danny twisted their fingers together and held on tightly. He didn’t open his eyes to see who’s hand he was holding.

As Red started to work on the collar, Danny couldn’t help but tense. He’d been shocked by it so many times. He was like Pavlov’s dog, collar and all, he thought bitterly.

“Almost there,” Red warned.

Danny could tell the instant that the seal of the collar was broken. It was like moving a limb that had fallen asleep, but the pins and needles were everywhere, inside and out. It was agonizing.

It was a relief.

A damp cloth was dabbing under his nose.

He blinked rapidly and Nightwing came into focus. The hero looked so concerned.

“Wha…” Danny croaked.

“Nose bleed,” Nightwing explained. He folded the cloth and set it aside.

Moving slowly (though Danny still struggled to follow the motion) Nightwing reached out and places his hands on either side of Danny’s face. Gently, he tilted it this way and that. “You didn’t exactly lose consciousness, but you… went somewhere else.”

“I do that, I think,” Danny said. The hands started to pull away and Danny swayed after them. One returned to help keep him upright. Danny’s eyes fluttered closed. “It was easier… to be away than there.”

The thumb stroked gently across Danny’s cheek.

He could feel himself tearing up. When was the last time he had been touched with kindness? Why was he now? They didn’t know what he was, that’s why.

“You’re safe here, I promise. You don’t have to go away anymore.”

-

Jason looked up from the cutting board when Dick came out of the bedroom. Dick did his best to offer his brother a smile as he took a seat on one of the slightly rickety stools at the kitchen counter.

“How is he?” Jason asked. He had swapped his helmet for just a domino. (To Dick it was a pretty clear sign that Jason has already claimed the kid as theirs.)

“Better. The nose bleed stopped and he was fully conscious again,” Dick said. “He says he does that, goes away like that. It sounds like it was a defense mechanism for whatever those bastards put him through.”

“Fucking hell,” Jason muttered.

“Yeah. I’ll let the others know so that anyone looking over him knows to watch out for it. Especially if anyone takes him out shopping or anything…”

“Right,” Jason said with a grimace, clearly picturing how badly that could go.

Dick just gave a little nod. He dragged the table that Tim must have been using close and opened it to check on the rest of the family.

“You, me, and Cass?” Jason asked a few minutes later.

“What?”

“One of us three should always be here, right? Or Babs if we move to a different safe house.”

Dick hummed thoughtfully. “There’s something to be said for moving safe houses if the kid plans to wait awhile before wanting to see Bruce.”

This safe house was bearable, but it really was one of their worse ones. It didn’t even had a table to eat at or a television. They could deal with the one bedroom and a couch, but Dick got the feeling there would be a lot of Bats stopping by whenever possible and that it wouldn’t quite cut it.

“We can see how Kid is tomorrow after rest and food,” Jason said. “If he’s up to being in a car with us we can easily move to any of them.”

“Maybe the one on Rosserie Street?”

“Which one is that?”

“Upper East Side.”

“Ah, yeah,” Jason said with a little nod, pushing the things off his cutting board and into the large pot on the stove. “That one would work. More space and better stuff.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Dick said. It was one of their apartments set up for a long term hideout if one of them was too injured to be seen in public or supposedly out of town as cover. “And big enough beds people can share.”

Jason snorted. “I’ll stick to the couch. The demon brat kicks.”

“Do you think he’ll stop by?” Dick asked as he picked at the thick rubber case on the tablet.

With a heavy sigh, Jason crossed his arms and leaned a hip against the counter. “Yeah, I think he will. I think he’ll need to, for his own sake. I’d rather it be when you were here, you’re the only one of us who can really control him if he gets… territorial.”

“He’s been better,” Dick pointed out.

“This is different and you know it. This is blood, even if it’s green. Hell, it being green might actually make it worse.”

Dick groaned and let his head thunk onto the tablet. “Yeah… I’ll talk with him and try to get B and A to also.”

“Yeah,” Jason said and reached over to pat Dick on the back.

Why did being a the oldest have to be so exhausting? And now there was another one. Not that Dick would trade any of them away, but he could really use a vacation, a drink, and a long nap.

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AN: Dick really really wants to hug Danny but is really really afraid of scaring him. Don't worry, he'll get hugs.

[pearlesscentt]

of cool guys and part-time jobs

mark x reader, college!au, fluff, 752 words

having a job at a small bookstore was relatively stress-free compared to other part-time jobs you’d had in the past. this particular day was slow; you spent most of your time taking care of incoming shipments and doing inventory, with only a handful of customers coming in occasionally.

you loved days like this because they allowed you to put on some music and just do your thing. as if today couldn't get any more perfect, you and mark were able to squeeze in a lunch date.

mark worked at a café a few blocks away. on lucky days when they weren’t short-staffed, he visited and brought sandwiches and drinks for both of you to share—like today.

currently, you were munching on a caesar salad sub while listening to him rant about a regular who rotated between five different coffee orders and somehow expected them to know which one he was in the mood for during each visit.

“babe, we get hundreds of customers daily! does he think he’s special? why can’t he just—” something caught his eye. “wait, are those minions?”

“huh?” your eyes darted in the direction he was looking. you raised your eyebrows at him, confused about why he’d be distracted by minions.

he stood up, making a beeline toward the area where blind box toys and figures were kept. “oh, they’re not minions,” he said, leaning down to see the display closer. “what are these guys?”

they were smiskis. you walked over to his spot where he continued staring at them. “i can’t believe you cut your story short because of these,” you said, giggling.

“what are they? are they like shortcake?” he reached for one to examine the box closer. “like sonny angels but a different edition? they have similar packaging.”

“they’re smiskis.”

“smith-skis?”

“smiski,” you repeated, dragging the letters for emphasis. “i guess they’re kinda like sonny angels ‘cause they come in blind boxes too.”

“cool, cool, cool.”

“wanna know something cooler?” you asked. he nodded in response, still drawn to the bright yellow boxes. “they glow in the dark.”

“what? really?” his eyes were wide with excitement as if you’d just told him the best news of his life.

“cool, right?” you smiled at his reaction, then started walking back to the desk where you were having lunch.

he jogged to catch up with you. “babe, should we get one? let’s throw shortcake out and swap it with a cool guy.”

“shortcake is a him, not an it."

“can he glow in the dark?”

“he can’t, but so what? he’s cute!” you argued. “you can’t glow in the dark. should i throw you out too?”

“i was joking!” he chuckled, raising his hands in defense. when he saw you trying not to smile while playfully rolling your eyes, he pulled you by the waist and nuzzled his head on the crook of your neck. “baby, don’t throw me out. i’ll be good so you can keep me forever,” he whined.

giggling, you pushed him away playfully. “speaking of throwing you out,” you paused to point at the clock hanging on the wall, “your manager probably will if you don’t leave now.”

“oh shit,” he muttered. “i’ll see you later, okay?” he gave you a quick kiss on the lips before gathering his things as fast as he could and making a run for it.

you watched him with a smile as he disappeared from view. after making sure he was gone, you walked back to the smiski display and picked up the box mark was holding earlier.

“shortcake, let’s get you a new friend.”

after your shift at the bookstore, you headed straight to the café where mark worked; he only had fifteen minutes left, so it wasn’t that long of a wait. when he walked through the back door, you immediately held out a small paper bag for him.

“ta-da!”

he quickly made his way to give you a hug. “gift?” he asked when you pulled away to put it in his hands.

“open it, open it!”

when he did, he saw a familiar box. “no way! wait, no, don’t do this to me. dude, no way, you got me a cool guy!”

“yes way, i did!” you laughed. it was like watching a kid on christmas day, his eyes sparkling with excitement and a smile so contagious that it made your cheeks hurt.

“i think i’m gonna cry. i really wanted to get one earlier,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you again. “thank you, baby.”

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[luveline]

if you want, maybe roan is just like doodling around and stuff yk and she draws a typical like family pic but eddie notices that beside the both of them there’s another messily drawn figure and it’s the reader :( <3

HELL yeh ty baby ♡ fem!reader

Eddie's a good dad. Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise, he's good at this shit, and if Roan wants to go get burgers every Friday he's gonna take her. His daughter deserves the world.

Including greasy, messy quarter pounders from Benny's diner.

"What's that one?" Eddie asks, pointing over Roan's half eaten plate with his pinky finger at her drawing, the table between them covered in crayons from her open pencil case.

"This? This'a doggy," she says, like it's obvious and he's the worst.

"I knew that," — he did not know that — "I meant want kind of doggy."

"Oh. That's our dal-dalm-damnation!"

Eddie grins at the idea of a dalmatian named damnation. Fucking sweet. "Dalmatian, babe." He wipes his fingers in a napkin so he can lean over and pick sesame seeds out of her hair and off of her little sweater. "I thought you wanted a St. Bernard. The rescue dogs with the medicine around their neck, you remember?"

She points at the dalmatian's side where she's drawn a cross in red crayon. "He is a rescue dog."

Eddie hums appreciatively and picks up his burger again. But the time he's finished Roan has moved onto a clean page. She sits there tap tap tapping her crayon against the corner.

"What do I draw?" she asks.

Eddie grabs his napkin. "You didn't give me a look at the first one!" he exclaims, stacking her plate on top of his.

Roan struggles. Her sketchbook is a simple plain workbook from Bradley's with thin paper, but the size of it is still heavy in her small hands. She turns back to the page she'd just been decorating and brandishes it against her chest proudly.

"Holy sugar, that's awesome," he praises, and means it. "Is that Princess Peony?"

"The damnation is saving her," Roan says.

"I can see that."

He reaches under the table for his backpack. Inside, he carries around all the bare essentials necessary for successful kid outings — spare clothes, Teddy the pink bear with one ear, a hair brush, hair ties, her rain mac. And, the most important thing, wet wipes.

"Alright, c'mere. Let me wipe that face."

Despite contrary instruction, Eddie walks around to sit on her side of the booth. He does hands first, then crayons caught in the crossfire, then her face. She hates it, but when she was a baby she loathed it. He takes her scowl as an improvement.

"Why don't you draw... Maybe, a new family portrait? We can put it on the fridge like the first one. You can even include your damnation, if you like."

"He isn't real, dad."

"Just draw what's real, then. Can I trust you while I go get drinks?"

She makes a haughty little face that he takes for an eye roll and leaves to get drinks, though he's not really leaving. He's about ten feet away from her at all times and he keeps his eye on her.

He only looks away for what can't be ten seconds, and she's gone. His heart skips as his eyes scour the diner.

"Dad?"

Eddie flinches, his coke tipping over the side and down his hand. "Oh, sh- sugar," he says, kissing his fingers dry. "Babe, you scared me."

Roan stands at his knee with her drawing in hand. She wields it up at him insistently.

"That's for me? Swap?" he asks, offering her a small glass of juice.

Roan takes the juice in one hand. Eddie quickly takes her drawing so she can use both hands, watching the pride as she shuffles carefully back to the table. She doesn't spill a drop.

Eddie shakes out the drawing and sips his coke. The edges are ragged along the top where she's torn it free.

Front and centre is Roan. She's drawn herself with big long eyelashes and a full head of curls, total dad-win, in a huge cloud of pink he assumes is her very best princess dress. To her left is Eddie, same head of curls, long lashes amiss but a huge smile on his face, and to Eddie's left is Wayne. He looks especially dapper, a coffee mug in hand.

It's a great likeness.

And then there's you.

Your hair, your favourite shirt. Roan has drawn you with lovely eyes and a heart next to your smile, messy but so obviously you.

He beams like a fool as he sits down next to her again. She's already turned to a new page in her blook.

"Roan, this is amazing. And... That's Y/N."

"Duh," she says.

"Duh," he repeats, dumbfounded.

He wonders what he's supposed to say here. Telling her you aren't part of their family wouldn't be true. Telling her you are might set a precedent you aren't ready for. He worries it over for a while and takes despondent swings of coke, listening to Roan scribbling furiously beside him.

"Done!"

Eddie looks down. He gawks.

"Baby, is that..."

She points with her crayon enthusiastically. "Tada!"

"It's a castle," Eddie says carefully.

"That's where a princess gets married."

"And that's..."

"That's Y/N!"

There you are. Smiling, a bouquet of blue, red and yellow flowers on bright green stalks in hand. A prince stands beside you in a suit with a bright red scribble across his chest like a sash. The prince also has long, curly hair.

"Where are you?" he asks.

Roan points at a purple blob with black hair in the background. "I'm the flower girl."

Eddie throws his arm over her small shoulders and drops a firm, smacking kiss against her round cheek. "That's where you're wrong, bub. You'd be right next to me, my best girl."

She giggles infectiously at him, his words and breath tickling her face.

"Dad, don't be stupid. It's s'posed to be a man with you."

"Make an exception? Just this once it can be a girl. Pretty please?"

She smiles at him. It's a much older expression than she should have, like she's entertaining his fantasy, like he's the kid. "Okay, dad. I will be the best girl."

Later, when he tells you the story, you get super indignant. His stomach turns to a pit as he worries he's overstepped, but you say, "How is that fair? I want her to be my best girl."

"Maid of honour."

"What's the difference? You got her all this time completely by yourself, and you're not gonna share her on our wedding day?" Your voice drifts off as you dissapear into the bathroom, though he can hear you muttering, "Ridiculous."

He hides his electric blush with a pillow over his face. When you return, you climb half on his chest and force the pillow away to dot spearmint kisses against his pinked cheeks.

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[billlydear]

Billy and his rings 🫠 anything you want to say is amazing

HC - BILLY HARGROVE AND HIS RINGS (BILLY HARGROVE X READER)

W.C 1438 - INBOX (please request !) - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

okay, so if my memory serves me he only wears the one consistently, but he's got others on his dresser, right? i'm thinking that maybe they're all special to him, that's why he has them, but the one that he wears every day is the most special.

not to make things terribly sad, but i think his mom probably gave it to him, maybe even the night before she left. she came into his room, shook him awake, slipped it around his neck on a chain, kissed his forehead, told him to keep it safe, and that she loved him a lot. he just smiled all sleepily and promised he'd keep it safe for her, he didn't know why she was taking so long to look at him and smile at him with tears in her eyes. then the next morning he woke up to neil shouting, and she was gone.

when you start dating, he probably thinks about giving you one off of his dresser, but he doesn't for a while. he's still too scared to commit, sure he's your boyfriend and you're his girlfriend but one day you could just up and leave like his mom did, and he doesn't want you taking that much of him with you, if he can help it. but then, the first time you ever come over, definitely when neil is gone, you're poking around his room, snooping in his stuff, and he's sitting back on his bed watching you amusedly. you come across his dish of rings and poke around in there, examining the bands and their patterns.

'pretty,' you murmur, brushing your finger over a silver one that's got a design stamped into it. he knows which one you're holding, and he's still somewhat cautious about you leaving, even if you've told him a thousand times you won't, but it's not the one around his neck, so he decides he'll trust you that much.

'keep it', he grunts, looking down at the one on his middle finger to avoid the eye contact he knows you're trying to make with him, "It can be, like, a couple-y thing. Just- uh.. keep it safe."

he's looking down at his hands in his lap so the only way he knows you're on the bed is when it dips, and you crawl on all-fours to pop your face below his own, peering up at him with a cheesy grin

'you sap,' you giggle, and even though he wants to retreat back into his shell at the teasing, even though he wants to be mean and brush it off, he doesn't, because you lean up to kiss him, and he doesn't have time to think before you're breaking away and turning to sit against his chest.

you maneuver between his legs, slumped down so that your head lays on his chest, and you reach for his hand, the one with the ring. yours is on your middle finger too, so when you lace your hands together, they clink against each other, slotting into place.

"There," You tip your head back so that his chin is snug against your crown, "They match now. We match now."

God, he's so glad that you're sitting with your back to him, because he bites back the biggest, sappiest, most puppy-like smile in the world.

and what's even better, you don't take yours off. He assumes you'll swap it out depending on outfits, moods, days, etc, but you don't. it's part of you now, just like his mom's ring is part of him, and he doesn't miss what that says about the way you feel about him.

he secretly adores the way your cheek is stamped with the mark of his mom’s band when you fall asleep with your face on his hand 🥹 if he notices it before you’re awake he’ll kiss the mark all soft and sweet

sometimes, he has to take his mom's ring off. during the shower it gets caught in his hair and pulls, hard, so whenever he's showering while you're around, he hands it to you instead of setting it on the counter. or when he's doing the dishes, he doesn't want it to get old food on it, so he places it in your palm, tells you to take it for a little while, and tries not to smile at the sight of it around your finger.

you always always always remember to give it back to him, though, because you know how much it means to him. except.. one night. he'd been washing your dinner plates, and he'd handed it off to you distractedly. He watched you put it on just to be sure, but then you'd had to rush home because of the time, and he didn't remember to grab it back from you, nor did you remember to take it off and slip it back to him.

it means that exactly seven minutes and twenty-three seconds after getting into bed that night, he starts getting drowsy and tucks his hand under his pillow, and in doing so, sees that it's... bare. he's instantly in a panic, stomach dropping and eyes widening. he is not sleepy anymore, he's shooting out of bed and grabbing the phone like it owes him money

he knows you have it, he's trying to tell himself that it's okay, but neil has always called him.. not so nice things.. for wearing a ring, a ladies' ring, and he can't shake the idea that maybe he'd gotten his hands on it somehow. his fingers are shaking, almost too much to dial your number. but he gets it eventually, and he hopes he’s not breathing too shakily against the receiver.

you barely get a, ‘hello?’ out before he blurts, “Y/N, you have my ring, right?”

“Oh, Billy,” you glance down at your hand, and, sure enough, it’s there, “I’m sorry! I just forgot, I-”

“It’s fine,” he audibly sighs, trying to calm his pounding heart, “It’s fine. Just- keep it safe, okay? Can I get it from you tomorrow?”

“of course,” you promise, and even though he’s anxious about not having it on his hand, he knows he can trust you with it, “See you tomorrow, Billy.”

he asks you for it first thing, he barely even hugs you before he’s staring at your hand, his ring definitely not on it, “Uh, babe, you got my ring?”

“Here,” You reach into the neckline of your shirt, pulling out a chain that his mom’s ring is strung on, “I just gotta-”

while you unclasp it, Billy watches with a funny feeling in his heart. it’s a scene from his memory, a sweet creature with his mama’s ring around their neck. All at once his mom’s words hit him, and he realizes it’s never been safer. It’s important to him, and so are you. You’re his safe place, and his mom would have loved you, he knows that. For the first time he’s sure you won’t leave, he knows you won’t.

he also thinks that maybe she was never talking about the ring in the first place. Maybe she was talking to the ring, taking a symbol of her love and asking it to keep her baby safe. And it feels right to pass it on, to make sure his mama keeps you safe too. So he reaches back to where you’re fumbling with the clasp, pulling your hands away from it.

“You can keep it.” He decides, leaning in to kiss your forehead, “Just.. keep it safe, okay?” And maybe he doesn’t know who he’s talking to either. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s the ring, but either way, he wants it around your neck.

you’re stunned, for more reasons than one. First, of course, it’s his mom’s. He’s told you about it before, that’s why you’re always so diligent about getting it back to him safe. And second, he’s never done that to you before. Sure, he kisses your face when you’re about to sleep, maybe his lips against your cheek or your nose, but he doesn’t usually let himself get sappy enough to grab your face and kiss your forehead. You want to push back, to insist that he keeps his special ring, but this obviously means a lot to him, more than you’ll ever understand.

so you keep it, and now you have two of his rings on you at all times. He touches them a lot, he’ll fiddle with your necklace or spin the one around your finger, but he never takes them back, and that’s how you know he loves you

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The guest PT 17

Masterlist

See Jack with Fagin "where's Monks"

Gets back to y/n room

"Ah. I assume we're here for the same reason. The crackling?" Oliver chuckled as he stood up straight from the table, a length of the crackling between podgy fingertips, "While the ballyhoo is going on, I thought I might snaffle the last of it."

"Exactly the same thought." Jack said walking up to him, "Nolly, look, you've got gravy all down yourself. Give me that." He pointed to the key that dangled around Oliver's neck. The round man laughed and handed the chain over to his once close friend.

"Thank you, Dodge. Still looking after me. My hands are greasier than a fairground piglet." Another chuckle and he wiped his fingers on a napkin. "I'm very proud of you. You've eschewed a life of unsavouriness for something entirely honourable. And although we occupy very different stations in life, I regard you with the affection of a brother." He clapped Jack's shoulders. Jack gave him a tight smile and a nod. As Oliver spoke Jack had swapped the chains, now holding the fake one within the napkin.

"Right, I should return to the women." Oliver said taking the fake chain and key. Jack watched him wander away before he darts out of the house.

"You did it, Dodge." Fagin laughed when they met below the arches.

" Yeah, of course I did. Come on." Jack directed them all down the hall as redcoats darted around the building.

"How hard was it, Dodge? What moves did you use? The Swaffling Rooster or the Giddy Squirrel?" Fagin asked excitedly as they all gathered in the small room. Tim kept lookout.

"More like the Crackling Pushover." Jack mused.

"Not familiar."

"It was almost too easy." Jack grinned. Fagin and Red slid the keys into the locks and twisted. Each one of them holding their breathes as the lid opened falling backward.

"No, we've been done!" Fagin shouted.

" We have to go now! Come on." They scattered out for the room all running as fast as they could.

" Where the bloody hell's Monks?" Fagin shouted as he ran. Jack stopped and looked back at the house.

" You go ahead."

" Where are you going? We've got to get to the boat." Fagin growled.

"y/n. Just go! Go!" Jack ran back into the house, slowing to a fast walk as he darted up the stairs. He sees your door open slightly and runs in. You are sat on the bed with Belle in front of you. Panic filled him when he saw you.

"What is it? What happened?" He came rushing over to you, sliding himself partly onto the bed beside you. Belle rubbed her lips together.

"I'm fine."

"I assume you had something to do with this commotion?" Belle asked sternly.

" Come away with me tonight." He says holding your hands.

"i beg your pardon?" Belle stood from the bed exasperated.

"Jack, what's happened?" You asked.

"Have you gone completely mad?" Belle groaned

" Yes. I am completely mad." Jack agreed. "There was scheme and I didn't want to be part of it but they'll know that I was, so please come with me."

"Jack." You sigh.

"You cannot be serious?" Belle huffed, her hands on her hips.

"More than anything. Y/n, when I wake up in the mornings all I can think of is you. I close my eyes at night, and there you are. Y/n, I cannot fashion a life without you in it. I gave you this ring because I need you. You need a tether and I want to be your tether to this world."

"Jack, I love you too."

"Then come away with me."

"We can't." You say in almost a whisper.

"We can. We can, there is a vessel leaving tonight bound for the Pacific Islands on the tide. Couples like us can live there happily. We can set up our own hospital. You can work as a surgeon there." He holds your face in his hands.

"No, she can't go anywhere like that." Belle holds back the tears in her eyes.

"Why? What is stopping us?"

Belle steps forward handing the stethoscope to him.

"Listen to her heart" she says stifling a sob. Jack looks at her then at you before sliding the cold brass against your chest. The best of your heart is uneven, a whooping of the blood unable to fully get through the swelling. A single tear falls from his eye as he looks into your eyes.

"I'm dying, aren't I?" Your voice is barely over a whisper.

"She can't go on some ship for god knows how long." Belle said.

"No, I..." he swallows.

"Jack, just stay with me." You kiss the back of his hand.

"Look," Belle came closer, "you've been in here with us the whole time. Where else would you have been? The town was under attack and your fiance took ill. As her doctor where else would you have been? I never saw you leave the room."

"why would you do that?" He asked, tears now dripping from his eyes.

"For y/n."

The next few hours Belle and Jack talked over your condition. The two of them poured over books periodically Jack would come back and listen through the stethoscope again. He would press gentle kisses to your lips, your forehead and the back of your hand.

"You have to tell me about your scar now y/n and don't lie to me." He asked, his fingertips touched the top of the scar. It stretched across the length of your sternum, finishing between your breasts. You take long breath.

"When I was a child, my parents, they weren't the best. They left me alone when they shouldn't have and left the...well there was an accident. When they finally found me my heart was failing. I died in the hospital but the doctors brought me back. I had an operation, they had to cut me open and work on my heart." More tears dropped from both Jack and Belle as they listened to your story.

"They said that I could have heart problems again when I'm older but I thought it would take longer. I thought I would have more time."

Jack kissed you once more.

At some point the emotions and pains in your chest had you falling asleep. Jack tucked the sheets around you. Belle excused herself a few hours later leaving Jack alone with you. He removed his waistcoat and slid onto the bed next to you but above the sheets. He was exhausted but his mind wouldn't settle. Fear was consuming him. Your arm moved closer to him, knocking his hand. Instinctively he took hold of your moving his fingers to your pulse point feeling the the beat below his fingertips.

The gentle reminder of your life eased his mind enough for Jack to fall asleep.

(I'm sorry)

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @mydeputyghostwagon

[the-fiction-witch]

Doctor! Doctor! P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Characters Jack Dawkins + Rainsford Sneed

Couple Rainsford X Reader + Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

I finished up my work for the day and headed up to my room, I had myself a quick bath and got dressed into my loosest and cutest little dress I fixed my hair and made sure I looked beautiful before I headed out of my room. I made sure to sneak around the hospital corridors the lights mostly turned out to keep the darkness loomed, so I moved upstairs to the usual room checking the time, I know tonight I would be cutting it close but such it what happens surgery days when they both get excited. I went to his door and knocked firmly in the secret knock,

"Come in," Rainsford answered so I snuck inside shutting the door behind me seeing him sat on his bed in his tidy room, 

"You wanted me to come up tonight doctor Sneed," I smiled innocently,

"Yes I did," he smirked his eyes flicked up and down my body, "right on time too. You know the drill.

"Yes Rainsford," I blushed as I crawled into his lap he smirked slipping his hand under my dress he wasted no time moving his fingers to stroke my clit and slip inside me two fingers moving in and out mercilessly while his thumb rubbed clockwise circles on my clit I did my best not to moan too loud opening my legs a little wider for him and leaning my head against his shoulder,

"Uhh" I gasped feeling a jolt of pleasure rush through me "Uhh Rainsford slow down"

"Why? This is just how I like you,"

"Rainsford please" I whined as his hand sped up again but that was enough for me to clamp my hand over my mouth to hide my screams as my hips bucked up high and my back arched as the pleasure rushed through me aggressively digging my nails into his thigh as he kept going letting me ride it out

"ohhhh yeah, what a good little darling" He cooed kissing my neck slowly with his hand and pulling it away licking his fingers clean “on your knees darling.”

I blushed and did as he asked moving onto his bed on my knees,

"Shall we?" he growled as he knelt on the bed too

“Mhm,” I blushed,

he pulled me into an intense kiss grabbing my breasts as he did fondling them as we kisses hard, he pulled away from my lips kissing down my neck and chest forcing down my dress and he took my nipple between his lips biting slightly before sucking hard

"Uhh Rainsford!" I gasped

"Quiet darling." He cooed as he swapped to the other nipple sucking rather hard on it flicking his tongue across the hard nipple while his hand came down one gripped my ass hard and the other slipped inside me fingering me with such aggression I did my best not to scream. I pushed him away a little and undid his pants tugging them off him and taking his hard erection in my hand making sure to stroke over him before I began to jerk my hand "uuhhhh! darling - uhhh must you tease me so vicously" he smirked

“Well I don’t get to see you and tease you often your so busy,”

he smirked grabbing my hips and forcing me down on my bed he forced my legs open and immediately burried his head between them holding my thighs open as wide as he could his lips found my clit kissing, and licking it slow at first but he soon began making out with me even sucking on my clit as his hand came and slipped two fingers back inside me often thrusting them in time with his sucking I had to hold my hand over my mouth so I my gasps and screams wouldn't be heard as he was so merciless with me never giving me a moment of resbite. But as I glanced down at his smirking face as he caught my eye I noticed his hand had left my thigh to jerk himself off as he ate me out so I pushed him back and sat up I crawled over stroking my hand over his erection to replace his own and taking him back in my mouth "uuhhhhhh! Ughhhh! darling! Uhh not to hard now, gentle on me darling, you don’t I'll cum!' he whined, “Ughhhh you are evil when you want to be,” he growled, “enough,” he demanded pushing me away "I think you've wound me up enough today" he smirked pulling me into his lap "come on darling"

"Umm you miss me that much rainsford?" I giggled pulling him into a kiss as I moved slightly so he slipped inside me and we both moaned into each others mouths as I held his shoulders and began to ride him he grabbed my ass hard digging his nails into my sore skin as I bounced faster and faster his hips often thrusting up to keep me in time and to make sure I felt good too I pressed my chest to his own as I bounced desperately getting faster and faster where I was getting desperate he could tell I was so quickly shifted us so I could lay in my back and he began ponding me so hard I was biting in his neck trying not to scream

"Uummmmm you've been teasing me all day! Scubbing on your knees, flashing those little ankles, you’ve been practically begging for me," he growled rubbing in my clit as he got even faster by now I knew I was close I could feel it building inside me

"Uhhh Rainsford please!" I begged and I suddenly hit my orgasm like brick wall luckily I covered my mouth with my hand as my back arched and I squirted down the bed Rainsford kept going as the same pace almost unable to stop as I rode our my orgasm and suddenly he pulled out and came across my stomach

"fuck-" he groans collapsing in the bed with me as we laid covered in sweat exhausted gasping for air,

“Happy?”

“Defiantly, that’ll be all for tonight darling don’t want to tire you out to much,” he smirked giving me a final kiss, “Thank you darling,”

“You’re welcome doctor Sneed,” I smiled,

I got myself steady and got up as he got organized now to head to bed so I fixed my dress and blew him a kiss before I left his room, 

I bolted back to my room and cleaned myself up, had some water, made sure I smelt fresh and was physically clean fixing my hair again before I checked the time and snuck out my room again creeping back to the same corridor and down to another door where I tapped a different secret knock but no answer came instead the door opened and I was dragged inside my body forced against the door by him,

"You wanted to see me doctor Dawkins,"

"I did, you're late." he smirked as he grabbed my face and kissed me with such passion you'd think he'd wanted to kiss me for a year, I happily kissed back our kiss fueling our energy and our excitement, it didn't take long for his arms to wrap around my waist and began to lower me down onto the bed till I pulled back from the kiss,

“Excited tonight Jack?”

“I always am sweetheart.” He stroked my cheek before he gave my lips another kiss with a burning fire behind it, he picked me up and carried me to his bed dumping me there on my back quickly moving between my legs and kissing me again, I smiled for a moment relived he wanted me on my back given I'm already very tried out, and of course I kissed back our kisses getting more passionate every second till he pulled back, "Can I?"

"Course" I smiled helping him to tug off my dress to reveal myself to him which gave him a moment of pause biting his lip as he looked at me, "You've seen me naked before Jack,"

"you're so beautiful." he cooed, “How am I meant to resit you when you look like this every day,” his hand crawling up to my breast "fuck-" he groaned eagerly his hands grabbed my breasts squeezing me

"Enjoying yourself?" I giggled

"Ummm very much sweetheart," he Cooes nuzzling close to my chest mostly to have his head in my breasts giving them little kisses, before moving his hand stroking my mound softly finding every nook and curve I possessed before rubbing on my clit in soft little clockwise circles as we kissed often times stroking my hands across his skin as he worked before his hand slipped down to push inside me

"Uhhh!" I gasped trying to be quiet,

He smiled and gently moved his fingers at a decent pace until he pulled back "May I Y/n?" he gave my lips a soft kiss before moving between my legs and pushing my thighs up until I spread my legs for him as far as they would go,

"Absolutely," I gasped,

"Perfect sweetheart” he smiled before he kissed up my inner thigh I blushed a little as he moved closer softly kissing my skin being gentle and soft with his kisses until he reached my clit where he was more than intense at first giving me merciless kisses before then sucking and licking my clit so harshly and passionately I was lost in a world utterly my own holding my hand over my mouth to stop my screams being heard as he worked so hard and so skillfully before I squealed and reacted my orgasm squealing under my hand as I felt the toe-curling wave of pleasure rush over me. Which caused him to pull back "Umm I adore it when you make such intense sounds, sweetheart" he cooed

"Ummm. I know a way to make you sound intense too" I smirked,

"Yeah?" He smirked

I smiled and tugged at the his pants undoing them enough to reveal him completely stiff and slender with not much girth to him but his veins desperate for attention, I smiled and flipped us over so he laid on the bed and I leant down quickly taking as much into my mouth as possible,

"Ohhh fuck-" he groans grasping my hair, "uuuuuuuhhh uuughhhh! You too good to me sweetheart!" he gasped and groaned rolling his head back to push me away,

"What's wrong Jack?"

"You know what I want,"

"Of course" I smiled moving onto his lap and letting him wrap his arms around me giving him some little kisses before moving and gently letting him slip inside me, "uuuuuuuhhh! Uughh! Ummmm" he groaned gripping my hips hard trying desperately to focus,

"Uuhhh" I gasped holding his hair as I tugged his face into my chest and feeling as each inch of him made its way inside me I had missed this so badly, I made sure to be slow and very very gentle as I slowly moved my hips watching him utterly fall apart his head on my shoulder almost lost to the world as I slowly sped up my movements and found myself a pace and path that seem to suit him even if he was groaning seemingly uncontrollably only ever stopping to kiss me, He got faster running his hands over me as soon enough his hormones took over his body working mindlessly to move back and forth causing a fair amount of noise from us both I knew I was close it was obvious he was trying so hard just to keep himself contained just a little bit longer wanting to savour this moment even if his hips didn't seem to give a shit and wanted his orgasm as quickly as possible

“I adore you, I worship you, I want you... I need you!" He groaned, “Ughhh I’d be a wreck without you, you're the only girl in the world who makes me feel this good! Fuck- fuck- I’m Ughh!” was enough to tip us both over I squealed and held him tightly and he completely lost it moving fast and hard as he groaned burying his seed inside me before he pulled out and we completely collapsed on the bed beside me gasping fast. “Ughh… thanks Y/n.” He gasps,

“You’re welcome doctor Dawkins,” I gasped back, giving him a sweet kiss which he happily returned before I got up slipping my dress on, 

"Night y/n." he cooed,

"Night Jack," I smiled blowing him a kiss before I headed back to my room collapsing on my bed in utter exhaustion, "Ohhh... I am so busy when they both get horny." I sighed, 

[zerm2v0hg]

If you could make ten or less changes to each of the Monsterverse films and TV series, what would YOU pick?

My picks:

(Godzilla 2014)

(I know I'm in the minority and probably a bit of a heretic with this one, but...) Make Joe Brody less overacted and melodramatic in the present time frame than Bryan Cranston ended up making him in the actual film. Save Joe's displays of raw emotion for Sandra's death scene and for when Joe's confronting Monarch in the interrogation room scene at the end of his fifteen-year search. Because it's been fifteen years since Sandra's death, yet Cranston's heat in Joe's apartment scene makes it seem as if it's only been fifteen days. :P

Show more of the monster fights than the finished film did, including the Hawaii battle.

Give the Janjira Monarch staff an extra scene to characterise them a bit more, so that it's even more impactful when they bite the dust a moment later and we're experiencing Serizawa and Vivienne's POV of losing them all a bit?

(Godzilla vs. Kong)

Definitely have this film's story occur inbetween 2014 and KotM instead of after KotM. Reasons why, and how the film's story would look with this new chronology, are here.

No extra ‘Pacific Rim: Uprising’-ification of the Titans’ size, weight and movements. Stick to the balance that KotM had between the "slow, weighty and heavy" portrayal of 2014 and "fast, acrobatic and brutal," don't swing further onto the latter end of the scale like the actual GvK did after KotM. :P

Give Mechagodzilla just a bit more screentime. Maybe an extra test run scene, and/or draw the final battle or its "kill all humans" rampage in Hong Kong out for a little bit longer?

Give Madison - or rather her substitute on Team Godzilla since this version of GvK takes place before KotM - some more long-term planning for how they intend to expose Apex?

Make the Hollow Earth radioactive to the point where the humans need astronaut-suits with clear visors to survive in it outside of the HEAVs, to fit with it being the home of the radioactive Titans.

(Godzilla: King of the Monsters)

Less chronic cutting away from the Titan fights – do like GvK, where it only cuts away to the humans sparingly when it’s important, but keep the "human POV" angles on the Titan fights.

Show more of the Washington D.C. battle like the novelisation did.

Tone down Mark's dickish demeanour. Seriously, his anguish and character arc makes sense, but his attitude was WAY too obnoxious.

Somehow, fix Emma being too Unintentionally Unsympathetic. Maybe make her out to be viler and less forgivable, and have her be treated as such throughout the Boston scenes including her sacrifice? Or, maybe swap Emma and Jonah's roles around after Ghidorah's crowning: Emma's the one who completely succumbs to despair and refuses to help stop Ghidorah, while Jonah's the one who, despite his nasty and cold-blooded nature when it came to achieving their plan, proves that he was the more genuine of the two about wanting to save the Earth at the end of it all, and who sticks his neck out helping the heroes to stop Ghidorah in Boston.

Show more scenes of the other awakened Titans' carnage around the world, like the novelisation's Mokele-Mbembe subplot and awakening scenes. Maybe release a three-hour director's cut/extended edition which features these scenes and subplots?

Play Godzilla's stratosphere drop, which is basically a meteor impact, a bit more realistically - instead of it just levelling the block below his back and leaving everyone standing a mile away unscathed, have the blast from the impact obliterate a LOT more of the city for miles around the impact site.

Portray the government less as arrogant, prejudiced jerks and portray them more as authorities whom are genuinely, understandably terrified of the Titans' capacity to inflict mass destruction with little warning, are fearful of the events of 2014 happening again, and are concerned and anxious at how ineffectual Monarch are and at how the top brass come across as just a little too pro-Godzilla for them to feel reassured.

Relegate the "Do Not Touch the Funnel Cloud"-esque effect of Ghidorah's hurricane to the eye of the storm - clearly show more of the outer-hurricane razing down every non-Titan thing it passes over both manmade and natural, particularly when the Argo is fighting through the storm over Isla de Mara to get to Ghidorah and then get away from it, and when the storm is sweeping into Boston while Madison takes cover inside Fenway Park, before Ghidorah physically showing up causes the eye to settle over the city.

(Skull Island (2023))

Tone down the snark and corny dialogue just a little bit.

Show Mike's grief for Hiro's death coming through when he's crippled by the neurotoxin and thinks he's at the end of his line. It would stand to reason that him processing his grief has been naturally stalled because of the life-or-death situation him and his friends are currently in on Skull Island as keeping themselves alive takes priority, but when Mike thinks he's reached the end of his rope when he's lying sick in the mercenaries' camp, his grief can finally come out.

Show a mix of new Skull Island creatures and the previous Monsterverse materials' Skull Island creatures, instead of near-exclusively using suspiciously-similar new creatures for the show.

Give Kong a few POV scenes of his own in Episodes 4-6.

(Monarch: Legacy of Monsters)

Make Godzilla just a bit more active in the 2015 plot than he was in the show's version. Like, have more references to Monarch tracking his changing movements as things ramp up, particularly in the leadup to Godzilla's appearance in the Axis Mundi in the final episode, so that the latter feels less like a "mandatory Godzilla final battle" shoehorned into the show and more like it's a narrative payoff that was foreshadowed and that the show was leading towards.

Don't ignore/retcon the events of Godzilla: Aftershock like the TV series ended up doing when it was referring to the post G-Day monster activity.

Feature Eiji Serizawa in at least one episode, and make references to Shinomura in the leadup to the Bikini Atoll bombing scene, even if the show's version of the backstory isn't quite Godzilla: Awakening-compliant.

The TV series explained to us why Bill Randa became so bitter, why he became obsessed with saving Monarch in the 1970s, and why he was interested in Skull Island's potential to vindicate the Hollow Earth theory... but I don't think it really explained why Old!Bill lost Young!Bill's admiration for Godzilla and the Titans in the series and came to believe they all needed to be exterminated to protect humanity, up until he started seeing Kong as something more in the handprint scene. So another change I'd make is probably having the series explain that bit of Old!Bill's character a bit more, even if it's only with a couple throwaway lines in Bill's Episode 9 scenes, after he's lost Keiko to the Endoswarmers or after he's lost Lee in Operation Hourglass.

(I've excluded Kong: Skull Island and Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire from this listing because I haven't seen those films.)

@hrodvitnon @lordofthefans @tardisspacemug @tosho89 @shadowblade217 @darthpan What about you guys?

[ifearzombies]

When They Have To Have You (W/FemMC)

[This is very much not for minors. This is about sex and BDSM. 18+ only]

Masterlist: [x]

Asmodeus:

     “Sweetie,” Asmo purrs as he comes up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head gently sits at the crook of your neck, “Are you busy~?”

     You are. You are in the middle of swapping the laundry and making sure that Asmo’s dry-clean only items go in a dry clean bag. “Kind of, pretty boy. What’s up?”

     A hand slides down and cups between your thighs, making you squeak as his fingers move. He gently kisses and licks at your neck while his other hand holds you firm so you can feel him rock his hips against your backside. You’re not surprised the Avatar of Lust is needy, but you do want to finish your chores so that Lucifer doesn’t lecture you.

     “Asmo~... I... Mm... Need to finish doing the laundry.”

     “That can wait, my darling... If Luci-chan gets upset, I’ll take the fall. But I have to have you.. Now...”

     “Mmph... Let me at least... finish swapping. Takes... time for the dryer to finish,” you explain as his fingers gently press and tease your clit and folds through your jeans.

     Asmodeus pouts and then moves you from the laundry. “BEEL~?”

     “Yeah?” Beel’s head pops out of his room and he comes over to the two of you, the ginger blushing as soon as he sees where Asmo’s hands are on your body. “Oh. Do... You need me-”

     “Can you finish the laundry,” Asmo asks, “I’ll take you to three buffets tomorrow if you can help me get some alone time with our favorite exchange student~.”

     Beel looks like he’s going to protest until his stomach growls. He then smirks and winks. “Okay. But... You also need to promise to make me some cake tomorrow. Since I don’t get any today.”

     “Deal!” Asmo hums happily as he lifts you bridal style and starts to carry you away.

     “And do I get no say in this,” you ask with a small laugh.

     “Do you object, my sweetie pie?” Asmo gives you a little smooch and looks at you, his eyes giving away how much he desires you at the moment.

    “No~... But you and Beel just bartered over fucking me. Also Beel. Did you just refer to me as ‘cake’?”

     “You’re as sweet as cake,” Beel replies as he starts working on the laundry.

     “Awww! Beel~!”

     “*Ahem*!” Asmo smacks your ass to remind you of who’s about to wreck you tonight. You let out a laugh as you’re carried to the sweetest smelling room of the house. The Avatar of Lust looks at you as if you’re the most beautiful person in the world (aside from himself, of course) while his hands begin to gently remove your clothing.

     “You’re wearing too much, my lovely,” he purrs, giving you soft kisses as he exposes your skin. When the jeans come off, he looks at them like they’ve offended him. He looks more offended when he sees that you’re not wearing pretty lingerie. “*Gasp* Where is the sexy panties I gave you? And the little lacy bra I gave you?!”

     “They’re not practical for every day, babe,” you reply as you finish removing your undergarments, “If you plan, I’ll wear pretty things for you.”

     “Planning sex. Bah! You sound as boring as Lucifer. It’s alright. I want you wearing something as pretty as me for this,” Asmo says as he goes to his wardrobe. He always has spare lingerie in there. He pulls out a cute babydoll lingerie. “Put this on!”

     You put on the negligee and look into the mirror on the ceiling. You do look really cute, splayed out on Asmodeus’ bed, your most private areas just barely peeking out from the thin piece of fabric. You can see Asmo grinning at you as you see yourself as he sees you. Sexy.

     He removes his own clothing as he watches you. He’s already hard and he goes over to you and takes your hand. “Sit up, my darling,” he purrs, “And do you see why I need you right now? Just standing there. Being so pretty and irresistible. Of all the people I take to bed, you’re my favorite... Now... My lovely pet, take care of this problem you’ve created please~.”

     You sit up and look at his length. Like the rest of him, it’s beautiful, and you wrap your hand around the base as your other hand rests on his hip. Your tongue runs over the head and you hear him let out a soft moan. You begin to suck on the head and slowly take more and more into your mouth.

     “Oh yes... Perfect my pretty pet,” Asmo praises, “Mm~... Swirl your tongue around the head, toy with the slit of my cock... I want to then cum in that pretty mouth of yours... Show me, lovely... Show me how you desire my beautiful body and heart...”

     The praise spurs you on. You do as instructed and soon you’re taking the entire length in as your hand that was on the base has moved to toy with his sack. His hands are tangled in your hair as he looks up at the ceiling mirror again. “Oh yes... Look at how beautiful it is when you suck me off... Mm~... I’m getting close... May I take control, deary? I don’t want to be too forceful but I really need to cum in your mouth.”

     You let out a noise of approval and Asmo’s hands grow a bit more forceful and he growls in lust as he starts thrusting into your mouth. He pants and moans as he grows close. Soon you feel his hips still and you start swallowing his cum. It tastes rather delicious; almost fruity and floral. Which is very different from what anyone else’s cum tastes like. You’re sure it’s part of what he is. But also he tends to eat a lot of fruit.

     You swallow all the cum and he pulls back to look at your slightly mussed makeup and hair. “Oh~. So messed up from me... It’s perfect,” Asmo purrs as he then pushes you onto the bed, “You’re beautiful, my dear. And I’m going to make you feel even more beautiful.”

      You can’t help but smile as he climbs on top of you. He places his length betwixt your breasts and you push them together. He thrusts between your breasts and you lick the tip as it comes to your mouth. His moans are just as beautiful as him as he once again looks at the mirror, watching his own pleasure from the feel of your breasts massaging.

     “Oh... Fuck... You feel so good, Pet... I need to make you feel just as good as me,” he pants before pulling away. He runs his fingers down your body as he moves to be between your legs. “Oooh~. You’re already so wet. Did seeing me in bliss from you make you aroused? It should... After all, it’s I, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust that is going to take you to nirvana.”

     The slide of his tongue over your folds sends a wave of pleasure through you. Even with as gentle as he is, because of what he is, every sexual act is enhanced. Your nerves react more to his touch than anyone else’s. Your back arches as his tongue begins moving in circles over your folds. He stops at your clit to give it attention. His tongue swirls over it lightly and you cum. Your moans are loud and wanton as Asmo drinks your slick.

     His fingers start pumping in and out of you and you grip the sheets. His fingers know just the right places to touch, his tongue circling you that is overpowering but not overwhelming. He plays your body like it’s his and his alone and he knows just how to toy with you. You climax again as he works a third finger into your snatch.

     “A-Asmo! Asmode-eus! More! Fuck yes please! Please more! Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!” You can barely make out what you’re saying as Asmo hums happily at you falling apart before him. This is why he had you pleasure him a bit first. Because once he starts having his way with you, you can barely think or focus. All you can think of is how beautiful he is, how amazing he makes you feel, how you lose your breath as he forces another moan from your body.

     “That’s it, darling. Beg for me,” Asmo orders, his voice dropping to a husky growl, “I want to see you lost to the throes of pleasure I bring you to. I want to see the beauty of you dissolving from the pleasure I send you into. I want to ruin you, break you, make you moan so much your voice goes hoarse and for all the world to know that you belong to the jewel of the three realms, Asmodeus, THE Avatar of Lust.”

     You orgasm again as he grinds down on your g-spot. You then feel a finger slide into your backside and you throw your head back and gasp. You feel so full and you’re not sure how much more you can take. Your body is quivering from the assault of pleasure on your nerves and you’re practically screaming out each moan while he sucks on your clit. Your legs hook over his shoulders as you feel yourself slipping into a state of bliss. Your body feels like it’s floating. Your head his fuzzy. You’re lost to the feelings and sensations- almost as if you’re disassociating from the sheer ecstasy.

     Another finger works into your ass and Asmo’s hands work with fervor. He’s moaning and growling with need, his eyes practically glowing with adoration and desire. He’s clearly pleased with his work on your body, but he’s getting more desperate for you to cum and cum again. He won’t enter you until he’s satisfied; until he’s broken you.

      “Tell me,” he orders as he pulls his face from between your legs, “Do you want me to fuck you~? Do you want my cock in this beautiful pussy? Tell your beautiful master what you want.”

     “Ta-Take... Take me,” you cry out, your eyes watering from how overwhelmed you are, “Need... need more... Asmo... My love... More... More... My beau... beautiful love...”

     “Hmm~... I don’t know,” Asmo teases before giving a lick to your clit again, “You’re not praising me enough, my pet.”

     “ASMO! PL-PLEASE!” You’re so desperate, you cry a little. You can only hope that Asmo will take pity on your body and finally fill you with his cock. “NEED... I NEED... FUCK PLEASE... I NEED YOU!”

     “Oh~. Tears of desire, your voice is sounding hoarse, my lovely.” Asmo licks his lips and grinds his fingers in both your holes. “Let me make you cum for me one more time before I take my time and make sweet and beautiful love to you.”

      A loud cry erupts from your throat as you cum hard. You soak Asmo and the bed and the demon can’t help but be proud of how much you came for him. He slides his hands out of you and grabs a cleaning wipe from his vanity to clean his hands while you catch your breath.

     You’re starting to feel somewhat grounded when you feel Asmo enter you. He’s pressing on your stomach to make sure you feel every inch of his length push into you. You let out a series of sharp gasps as he fully sheathes himself inside of you. Your body is writhing and he pins your wrists with one hand as his demon features come out. His other hand takes hold of your face so you’re forced to look into his eyes as he claims you.

     His hips start an agonizingly slow pace as he savors your warmth. He purrs at how wet and hot you are around his length and he leans in to kiss at the tear tracks on your face. “You feel amazing, my dear... Tell Asmodeus how much you love his cock inside you.”

     “So... So good... Amazing... Asmo... I... Oh fuck... Mm... I... I can’t... It’s... so good...”

     “You can’t what, dearie~?”

     “I can’t... take it... It’s so good... I... I feel like... I’m... I’m-”

     “Breaking from the pleasure I’m giving you? I know, my pet. That’s the entire point,” Asmo says with a slight growl, giving a rough thrust to remind you that this is what he is. This is his world. His realm. Pleasures untold and desire. He’s the ruler and you are to serve him and his needs. The rough thrust makes your back arch yet again and your mind starts to sink in the haze of euphoria once more.

     Asmodeus slowly begins to pick up the pace, his mouth capturing yours and his free hand moving to hoist your legs over his shoulders so he can bury his member as deep into you as possible. You crescendo once more and he pulls out. You whine, your body craving for him to fill you and instead you feel warmth splatter across your chest.

     You don’t even get to make a questioning noise before he’s back inside you and he’s roughly fucking you into the bed. You weakly reach for him, holding onto his shoulders. You can feel the muscles in his back flex as his wings twitch, the demon enjoying your body. Your moans are starting to turn into hoarse croaks as you lose your voice while your mind goes blank. The only things you’re aware of is Asmo and the pleasure he’s making you feel. Everything else is fuzzy and out of focus and your body goes slightly limp.

     “Oh~. My pet has entered subspace,” Asmo coos happily, “Good. Let no one else see you like this, my dear.” Only now is he satisfied and he thrusts deep and fills you, making you cum one final time.

     He slowly pulls out and pulls a cleaned plug from his nightstand and puts it inside you. He wants his cum in you as long as possible. He then goes and gets a towel and wraps you in it before carrying you bridal style to his private bath. He fills it with warm water and nuzzles you before stepping in with you. He cuddles you and tells you how good a girl you were for him as he cleans you both off.

     You’re already half asleep in his arms as he cleans you. You hold onto him as best you can, your mind in a trance-like state and trying to ground itself. He cleans off your make up proper and makes sure he dries you both thoroughly before putting you in a clean nightgown he has. He sets you on the chaise lounge in his room while he changes the sheets. Sleeping in sex fluids is great and all, but he knows you like to stay clean.

     He sleeps naked, of course, so he doesn’t bother getting dressed before laying you in his bed. He climbs in beside you and holds you close. His hands gently caress your body as he praises you while you finally fall asleep.

      “I love you, my sweetheart,” Asmo coos as he kisses your forehead.

[sunnyie-eve]

14 | Cannon Ball

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

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"Let me see it." I speed walk over to Glomb to see the cannon ball so he lets me hold it for second. "Cool." I give it back to him then walk over to Ryan to wipe the mud off my hands on his dirty shirt. He looks at me shaking his head with a slight smile.

As we all walk back to the house Glomb drops the canon ball into the poll. "Did you just see that?" Ryan calls out making Bam look over. "Glomb just dropped the fucking cannon ball into the pool.

Bam bribes Vito to jump into the pool to get the ball but he fails so dad gets in getting it. I decided to go with the guys to see if they could get confirmation that it was a real canon ball. On the way there Bam, Dico, and Raab were screaming hurting my ears

"I know." Ryan leans towards me since I sat in the middle between him and Raab.

"If I knew there would be yelling in a small in closed space, I would've stayed home." I slightly shake my head.

After going it looked at we find out it's real and the guys also get the cannon to fire it at some point. At the most random point during the night all the electricity went out.

"Really? I can't see coming down the stairs and I don't wanna break my neck." I complain feeling for the step then sit down to scoot down them.

"Give me a second, I got you." I hear Ryan then he takes my hand helping me down.

"Night vision, cheater." I tell him as he leads me to everyone then ditches me. "Thanks."

To no one's surprise Vito bitches about everything like normally. "How you gonna wipe your ass now? I gotta go to the bathroom where do you go? There's no running water. When the water doesn't go down, just let it pile up, I don't care. Pee on top of it, mix it together... that'll be real nice be the best smell ever. When I gotta go it's gonna be a lot too."

"Okay, I don't wanna hear about you shitting and peeing and them mixing. Good night." I leave to go to bed for the night.

"Hey, can I crash in here for the night? Raab pissed on my bed." Ryan startled me as I was almost asleep.

"Why did he piss on your bed? What did you do to him?" I ask looking into the darkest of the room since I couldn't see him.

"Nothing, he thought I'd be funny and I can't wash shit till we're done living in the 1800s."

"You know I don't care." I tell him co he crawls into bed next to me.

"Thank you. Goodnight."

The next morning I wake up hearing my dad yell for mom. "Our alarm is going off." I groan slowly sitting up while Ryan hides his face in my pillow. "Come on, get up." I pat his back before getting out of bed.

"Can I just swap beds with you? I like sleeping in here." He rolls onto his back as I look for clothes to wear for the day.

"I know. You come in all the time to just take a nap while I work, read, or watch tv." I go to my bathroom to change.

"Well it's fucking comfortable. I'm gonna go get dressed." I hear him leave.

When I was done I leave my room the same time Ryan, Raab, and Rake do to go see t what's going on. "Is he gonna make us sleep out there tonight?" I ask making the guys look at me.

"I hope not." Raab walks away first.

Outside we watch them set up and Bam starts a quiz with Raab about what year we're in right now but we couldn't help him. "Raab, we'll give you one more chance. What year was the Civil War?" Bam asks so I decided to help walking back some. I put my hands up and show him on my fingers.

"1860..." He get it right but Bam still shoves him.

"Cheater." Ryan walks over to me and leans down.

"You were last night."

"But I helped you down two flights of stairs." He hits my arm.

"And I helped Raab with a question."

He just stares at me, "Smartass."

"You love this smartass." I pat his chest walking away.

Finally Vito shows up bitching about everything and says he's leaving so he does on the horse buggy. "You know he took cannon ball, right?" I tell Bam.

"Don't worry it we'll get it back." He tells me and we wait for awhile before the guy comes back and Bam had him sit on the hummer act like the horse we're pulling it so we could go into town.

When we get to Antonio's we head inside to get the canon ball back. "You got the cannon ball, dude. We gotta take it back." I tell him.

"You owe my $500 for jumping in the pool." He tells Bam so Ryan and Raab grab his arms so we can get the ball. We struggle for it so I start to nicely slap his face and Bam gets the ball.

We all laugh leaving him and saying goodbye. "I'm shocked you helped by slapping him." Bam tells me. "You're finally letting lose and having fun with us." He cheers so the guys join him.

Back at the house and everyone was done setting up they decided to play some games getting tossed up into the air. "Anna is next." Ryan says after his turn pushing me forward.

"I can walk myself." I go get on and get tossed up the highest making me let out a squeak. Now when it was mom and dad's turn it was funny especially since to took many people to get dad up.

"Look who decided to show back up." I nod towards Vito for Bam so he goes over to him while I stay with Ryan. "Why are you staring at me?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I'm still not used to you with short hair." He reaches out to mess with it.

"In a bad or good way?"

"Good way. Haven't seen you with short hair in many years." He says making me laugh.

"Right, when we first met. I would have mom cut my hair at times but never this short." I smile nodding my head. "Yeah, that's many years."

The next morning when everyone was getting ready for the battle, I grabbed one of my notebooks out of the house going out to the abandoned tree top casino to get some free space. I did use it a lot to has creativity either designing new outfits or just writing lyrics down. It was something I decided to pick up again because I stopped when I moved away. I sit down on the floor flipping through the pagers and see a song I haven't touched since I moved way.

I was already missing Before the night I left Just me and my shadow and all of my regrets Who am I? Who am I? When I don't know myself Who am I? Who am I? Invisible

I lean back against and start to write down more lyrics.

Wasted days Dreaming of the times I know I can't get back It seems I just lost track Looking on As all of life's colors seem to fade to grey I just walked away

I was already missing Before the night I left Just me and your shadow and all of my regrets Who am I? Who am I? When I don't know myself Who am I? Who am I? Invisible

"AAAAHHHHH!" I let out a horrific scream bringing my knees closer to my chest putting my head down and cover my head as the wall beside me gets taken out by what I assume was the cannon ball.

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"Wait, was that Anna screaming?" Rake looks at Bam and everyone gets slightly worried.

"Has she been in the tree top casino the whole time?" Raab asks and looks back not seeing her up with Phil and April.

"Shit..." Bam takes off running with the guys following him.

"Anna!" Everyone starts to yell her name but she was still shocked and startled by what happened next to her to speak.

She was still in the same position when they guys got to the casino, "Anna, I didn't know it would hit here. I didn't even know you were over here." Bam bends down to her trying to comfort her as she was slightly shaking.

"Holy shit. That was close to her." Raab sees the big hole next to her.

"It took this tree down too." Bam gets up pointing it out leaving Anna alone.

"Really, gonna leave her?" Raab goes over to Anna as Ryan goes over to her too.

"You're okay. You can stop shaking now." Raab rubs her arm but she doesn't move.

"You put a cannon ball through your tree top casino already and almost killed your sister." April tells Bam who apologizes.

"It's okay. I know it was close to you." Ryan strokes her head. "It would scare the living shit out of me too." He tells her. "You ready to stand up?" He asks her so she lifts her head up finally.

"You made her cry, Bam." Raab says wiping her tears away.

"Raab put her stuff in her bag." Ryan says as he pulls Anna up so Raab does to help her out. Anna's hand grabs Ryan's still slightly shaking but Ryan didn't care. If it helps her he was okay with it then takes her bag from Raab to hold.

"Well, Fast Eddie's Tree Top Casino is ruined but at least we know the canon ball is real." Bam tells the camera.

"Lost again but it's real." Ryan adds making everyone laugh and it slightly makes Anna giggle, which he was happy he was helping shake off her shock from the ball going through the wall next to her.

"Who cares. Sorry again Anna. Victory party at Pirate Bar!" Bam yells to the crowd and they all cheer running back to the house.

"I feel so bad." Bam turns to Anna pulling her into a hug. "I really am sorry." He kisses her forehead before rushing to the zip-line.

"I'm sure this is important to you." Ryan holds her bag out to her so she takes it. "Come on, let's go. You don't have to celebrate with everyone. I'm sure you need to go change yourself." He jokes putting his hand out which earns him a shoulder punch.

"Not funny. But yes this is important to me so thanks." She puts the bag over her shoulder then takes his hand.

"I'm gonna do find the cannon ball." Vito tells everyone as he walks out to go look for it.

"Just keep walking straight dumbass!" Bam shouts from a distance.

"If you find it, Bam will give that $500!" Anna laughs at him.

"He'll never find it." Ryan chuckles.

"We're gonna go have fun in the Pirate bar with the electricity on!" Bam lets Vito know as the three start to walk back more.

"Keep on searching... it's like ten feet in front of you. Good luck!" Ryan adds.

"Just follow the broken trees!" Anna laughs swinging her arm with Ryan's as they walk.

When they get inside Ryan was shocked when Anna came back down after going to her room. "Drinking will help with my nerves." She gives him a smile making him smile too. "Oh, don't forget to clean you bed because you're not crashing in my room tonight."

[inamindfarfaraway]

I can’t believe I’m posting about Sonic Underground, but this is the Cringe App, so here are some random thoughts and headcanons:

Sonia has super strength parallel to Sonic’s super speed (Manic has no innate power, because life isn’t fair) and that should have been explored more. Like, outside of battle. Imagine all the training Lady Windimere must have put her through to act ladylike and demure and not accidentally break all the fragile expensive things around her. She casually carries her brothers and Bartleby all the time. Sometimes she squeezes them a little too hard when she hugs them. She reunites with Bartleby after a rough mission and effortlessly picks him, spins him around and throws him high into the air. She can arm-wrestle Knuckles as an equal. Someone else is working on a heavy robot or vehicle or something and Sonia is propping or holding it up for them. The van breaks down in a place they can’t stay in and she just sighs, tells her brothers to take out and carry everything they can, lifts the van over her head and starts walking. She grabs the scruff of Sonic’s neck with her fingers when he tries to run away to do something stupid and he runs in place, extremely annoyed. A very exasperated Cyrus tells her that she needs to stop hitting the door buttons so hard when she dramatically leaves after an argument (thank God the doors don’t have hinges to be ripped off of), because they can’t keep installing new ones. First Sonic wearing away the floors and heating the metal so much it could melt people’s shoes, now this? He does have a favourite triplet and it’s Manic. This isn’t the only reason, but it’s a big one.

Seriously, why didn’t the show remark more on how Manic doesn’t have a power? I guess his instrument giving him earth manipulation while the others just get lasers kinda makes up for it. Maybe super genes run in the royal family recessively. With all the stock episode plots they did, you’d think there’d be one where he felt inferior to his siblings for this reason and reaffirmed his worth by saving the day and rescuing them when they were both captured.

There really should have been a body swap episode. Here’s my pitch: tensions are running high between the siblings as they clash over their respective flaws and insecurities, when some magical shenanigans that tie into whatever Robotnik’s plan is switch their consciousnesses around. Sonic is in Manic’s body, Manic in Sonia’s and Sonia in Sonic's. Now, Sonia has been stressed lately feeling pressured to be the mature, responsible one and, with so much steam to let off, finds herself slipping into Sonic’s recklessness, impulsivity and cockiness. She can literally outrun all her problems… or so she thinks. The speed is liberating and intoxicating. Meanwhile, Manic, who was giving her shit at the start, realizes how much restraint Sonia needs to exercise to not cause more trouble than she fixes with her strength and that, while it definitely makes some things easier, having a superpower isn’t a cure-all and requires rules in itself. He gains a greater respect and appreciation for her, which enables him to remind her of the value of responsibility and caution when she runs off the deep end. Sonic absolutely hates not having any extraordinary abilities. At first his siblings think he’s just cranky because he can’t do awesome tricks anymore and has to have a normal person’s amount of patience. Averse to vulnerability as he is, he pretends that that’s the extent of it; but as his complaints shift from whining to self-abuse, it turns out that he can’t stand feeling this helpless. He’s never been this incapable before. It hurts. It takes him right back to the worst moments of his life, when he wasn’t fast enough to save his parents and uncle. Now he isn’t fast enough to save anyone. Keeping the cycle of empathy going after Manic talks her down, Sonia reflects on how amazing her new speed feels and what having had that power her whole life might have done to her self-esteem. She tells Sonic that his speed and usefulness don’t define him or his worth, and it’s okay to fail, need to go slow, make mistakes and have things that are just beyond you. Everyone does. She’s made some big mistakes herself just that day! What matters is the strengths you do have and how you use them. He’s done so much good, for all his flaws, and she and Manic love every part of him. Inspired, Sonic ultimately defeats Robotnik using his intelligence and leadership skills, with both his siblings using their new powers effectively and wisely to make the plan work. Once they switch back, they get in a similar unfortunate situation to the one that pushed their stress to the tipping point in the beginning, only now they take it in stride and deal with it together. Who am I kidding, the show wouldn’t have gone into that much character analysis and emotional depth. That’s why we need fanfiction.

Sonia has had a five-star privileged education; however, she must also unlearn all Robotnik’s propaganda and lies. Sonic has had a less thorough education, but presumably still a pretty good one and without any of the propaganda from moving in with Uncle Chuck onward. Manic has never been to school a day in his life. Think of the comedy you could get out of this arrangement. But also, is Manic illiterate? His reading and writing are probably significantly poorer than the others’, right? I headcanon he’s secretly insecure about his lack of formal education and occasionally teases Sonia for her “nerdy” advanced knowledge and makes fun of her when she doesn’t know something, in an effort to bring her down to his level.

Uncle Chuck is the triplets’ father’s brother, not of royal blood. My headcanon is that after Robotnik killed the king during the takeover, he agreed to go into hiding and cut ties with Aleena. He didn’t plan to have a role in her children’s lives until the Time arrived, but he wound up near enough Sonic’s home to visit and couldn’t stay away. He fondly told Sonic a great deal about life before Robotnik ruined everything and his birth parents, carefully omitting that they were the king and queen of course.

Sonic and Manic love to hear Mindy and Bartleby’s stories about Sonia before they met her. Though they are sad that the people who could tell such stories about them are all roboticized, so unless until a deroboticizer is invented there are parts of their early lives they don’t remember or fully understand that can simply never be told. In general, seeing Sonia with her old friends makes them feel Big Feelings. They’re glad one of them still has people from before in their life, but… it stings.

Where? Was the triplets’ grief?? Over their parents and guardians??? Where were the bonding moments about it? Where were the reminiscing scenes and Sonic explaining how he lost his old family twice and had to watch the first time? Where were the dramatic, heartwrenching confrontations with the roboticized guardians? FANFICS I NEED YOU

Manic likes to tinker with machinery when he’s bored, anxious, frustrated, guilty or even excited. Basically, he reaches a significant intensity of emotion and gets out the tools. He’s a fidgeter in general and always doing something with his hands - why do you think Farrell supported his impractical, attention-drawing hobby of drumming? A deroboticizor is a top priority ongoing project in the Resistance and if he’s in a really bad mental state, especially if he’s missing his dad, he can probably be found working tirelessly on one of the prototypes. Sleep, hunger, other people, the passage of time all mean nothing to him in that state. Sonic is the best at snapping him out of it because swap engineering with running and vigilantism and he essentially has the same coping mechanism, so he gets it in a way Sonia can’t. However, the sign that the hyperactive brothers are completely crushed and hopeless is that they lose their energy and motivation. If they’re notably still, slow and restrained in movement, they are Not Okay.

Sonia’s contrasting coping mechanism is to distract herself and her support system from her feelings with others’ business. That can manifest as criticizing someone else (constructively or destructively), wanting details on some aspect of their life, stoking drama and gossiping about them, or trying to fix their problems and/or make them open up about their issues. The last one is increasingly common since embarking on her character development. She’s always been a social butterfly and was a duck in water in the social perception, awareness and shrewdness-centric culture of the upper class; genuinely loves using those skills to help people so this is still in character on a good day; and is so at best charismatic and at worst overbearing that she can easily make you worry more about whatever she’s latched onto as a diversion, whether you agree with her stance on it or not. It takes a trained eye to catch when she’s actually neglecting herself. An indicator is that if her drive is the subconscious desire to avoid confronting her own feelings, she’ll be or become over time less tactful, patient and respectful of boundaries than usual, or resort to pettier topics in her desperation. Her brothers are the best at telling these behaviours apart from her healthy altruism and harmless theatrics and making her talk.

The medallions are royal family heirlooms. The rare, potent magical crystal they were carved from was a primary resource of Mobotropolis and the reason the capital was built there, their clean energy used for rapid magical/technological advancement that brought huge prosperity to Mobius, hence the paradise it was pre-Robotnik. Shards of them were incorporated in many royal regalia pieces. Through past political upheavals, disasters and thefts, most of the ornamental fragments have been lost. The medallions were made relatively recently to celebrate the dawn of a new golden age of art and culture; music was a key part of Mobian culture, so it was symbolically very fitting to give the rulers and protectors of the people instruments and weapons in one. It represented the ideal that they should give as much as they were able to take - even if they took up arms, they would at the same time have to preserve the life and spirit of Mobius through playing music. Hopefully that would tether them to their conscience. Plus, what’s more gloriously badass for a monarch than defeating your enemy by playing a rock cover of your national anthem? Robotnik’s relentless mining extracted the last of this precious resource years ago. He forgot the sustainable methods his predecessors used to harness the magic indefinitely because he can’t be bothered to understand magic, so he’s exhausted the power of every existing piece of the crystal besides the three medallions that have remained out of his grasp. He keeps trying to synthesize it, but you can’t synthesize ✨magic.✨ The sudden decline and loss of a longstanding reliable power source has made everyone reliant on Robotnik’s dirty energy. When the royal family retake their thrones, the medallions can either be given up and used to power Mobius or the very similar Chaos Emeralds used instead upon relearning the magic crystal energy harnessing techniques. Wouldn’t it be cool if discovering the Chaos Emeralds or recovering them from Robotnik was what turned the tide of the war? Sonic, Manic and Sonia going super and defeating Robotnik once and for all? Yes, yes it would.

Sonia is the oldest. Manic is the youngest. Sonic, as in the movies, is the middle child. Sonic and Sonia believe their birth order is important and she will never stop lording it over him, since before they got ahold of their birth certificates he’d assumed he was the oldest. Manic doesn’t care and wishes they would drop it.

Having been eager to help his uncle around the house and then needing to pull his weight in the Resistance, Sonic is a reliably good cook. He likes to learn more whenever he has the resources and time to experiment. Manic had no technical skills initially, not having had a kitchen and all, but is learning quickly under Sonic’s tutelage and has the sheer ingenuity to make a meal out of pretty much anything. Sonia can’t cook for shit. Sonic won’t give up on trying to teach her… but he’s certainly been tempted.

Sonic is afraid of fire due to the trauma of watching his old home burn down when he lost his parents (I put him at eight at the time, like Batman, and so he spends an almost equal number of years with his adoptive family and Uncle Chuck if he’s fifteen in the show). The smell of Sonia burning toast is enough to trigger flashbacks. Once Robotnik trapped the siblings in a burning building and he just froze, overwhelmed with terror; Sonia had to carry him to safety like a firefighter.

Follow-up with Tails.

[veeples-archive]

musicalis interruptus

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles ship: specialist agent mason x faustus word count: ~800 warnings: minimal suggestive text 🤷 set around general book three-ish. it's summer.

Cutting Faustus’s hair hadn’t been in their plans.

Plans weren’t really structured a thing, but they’d established a pattern. Expectation. Watching some shit ass horror movie Faustus dug out of a bargain bin. A pack of cheap beer shared on the warehouse’s roof with only each other and the stars for company. Sometimes not talking to each other at all, only the sound of Faustus picking his guitar and scribbling notes between them.

It was all pretense for one thing, really: a bed or a couch or an alley if they were both desperate enough, Faustus under him, or him under Faustus, tallying each time they’d made the other come undone.

(Faustus is in the lead by two. He doesn’t play fair, especially when it comes to his mouth, but Mason finds it hard to fault him for playing dirty when it does it so damn well.)

They know the game, they play it well. 

Yet here is instead. In Faustus’s kitchen because the bathroom was too small to fit them both, a halo of black hair around his feet, an electric razor pressed into his hand to clear the overgrown backside Faustus couldn’t reach. At least Faustus had clipped and sheared the front and top himself.

“Gonna miss this fringe on you.” Mason runs his pointer finger around the black hair curling down Faustus’s neck. When Mason first met Faustus four months ago – Had it already been four months? Had it only been four months? – it’d been short and neat. “Like having something to pull.”

Mason catches the eye roll in the mirror Faustus propped on the kitchen table. “Me too, sunshine, but you don’t have to put up with the dumbass way it sticks up in the morning. Besides, it’s getting too hot to have it this long.”

Mason understands. He’s started pulling back the bulk of his hair into a loose ponytail to stave off the summer heat encroaching down on them. It didn’t explain why Faustus had decided that Mason of all people needed to cut his hair in the middle of Reanimator.

“No shit.” Mason thumbs the switch of the razor. He hates to say he’s hesitating, but most of his experience with tending to his own hair was trimming the dead ends, and even then it was only something he did every few months. “You know I’ve never done this crap before, don’t you.”

“It’s just hair. Even if you manage to fuck it up it’ll grow back.” Faustus shrugs one shoulder. 

“Don’t tell me this backwater town doesn’t even have a lousy barber.” 

“You’re here, aren’t you? I’ve trusted you with more than just a pair of fucking clippers, Mason.” Faustus twists in the worn kitchen chair to grin up at him. One hand hovers close to the one holding the razor, as if in motion to take it. 

Mason pulls the razor away and sneers at the smirk he receives in turn. “If you end up bald in the back don’t blame me, handsome.”

“Unless you fuck around with the settings I won’t. Anyway, wouldn’t I look hot as a cue ball?” Faustus bats his eyelashes, voice all plastic sweetness.

“No.” Yes. “Are you going to turn around so I can do this or what?”

Dramatics aside, Mason knows there’s a nugget of honesty hidden in it. Faustus trusts him. It’s a more plain show of truth than he’s come to expect from the detective who lies as easy as he breathes. Mason figures he can at least put in some amount of effort to not screw up his hair for it.

Lengths of hair fall away as Mason pushes the razor up the curve of Faustus’s head with no real grace or finesse. Mason goes slow, methodical. Faustus offers some direction, telling him where to stop, taking the razor to change the setting, and giving it back. They pass twenty minutes like this, swapping banter with the razor, until finally Mason does his best to neaten the back into an even line.

It’s not bad. It’s not great, either. The back’s a little choppy, but so are the bangs that Faustus took a naked razor to. Messy, punk, but fitting; Mason feels proud enough that Faustus doesn’t look like he went through a wood shredder. 

“You’re done.”

Faustus’s fingers reach back around his neck, skimming the jagged half circle scarred into his skin, feeling the sharpness of freshly cut fuzz. He sighs his approval, rolls his head back. Upside-down smiles at Mason, all syrupy laziness.

“Thanks,” Faustus says, reaching for him. Mason shuffles forward, leans down when Faustus tugs the loose flap of his shirt. “Feel better already.”

Faustus kisses him with a curious gentleness Mason is becoming more familiar with.

He’d kissed him like that after they saved that fortune teller woman in Mason’s bedroom when he’d been expecting fire instead of warmth. Mason had kissed Faustus like that at the bakery without understanding why. He still doesn’t. He doesn’t care to explore it either.

It’s enough to know Mason never liked kissing anyone more than he likes kissing Faustus.

“C’mon.” Faustus says as he rocks forward out of the chair, hair fluttering around him, immediately ignored. “We still gotta finish Re-animator so we can put on Bride of Re-animator.”

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Hhh... First time (day 15) with N'doul, pls~? 👉👈

Hiiii, another late fic, I'm sorry :(

This is like. Super out of character for N'Doul, but at the same time he's kind of soft, so it's a win? I don't think I paid too much attention on the prompt either but I'm just trying to survive through the rest of my drafts I'm so sorry

Day Fifteen: First Time

It was another cold Egyptian night. You found yourself wide awake in bed, your back pressed against your husband's, barely sharing warmth underneath your frail blanket. You couldn't take it anymore. You were freezing, you needed something to unthaw the ice growing in your joints. Your husband was right there, but you were too scared to try anything.

There was the ever present feeling of heat in your loins. At some point you had fallen asleep, only to be so rudely introduced into a hot and heavy dream before waking up again with your panties ruined. You were really that much of mess just sleeping next to the man.

Suddenly N'Doul had moved, he twisted around underneath the covers so he could curl around you with your back pressed into his strong chest.

He whispered against your skin, softly trailing his hand up and down your shoulder. "Habibti, is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine. Why do you ask?" Yourself twisted to face your husband, a hand resting on his jaw to feel his smooth skin.

"I was worried, you were twitching in your sleep. A nightmare maybe?"

Shit. That's embarrassing. "Yeah... Just a spooky dream. Sorry for waking you up but I am kinda glad we're awake together."

N'Doul gave you a smile, ghosting his lips about your face until he found the perfect spot on your brow to kiss. You kissed him back, starting a soft makeout with him, feeling up his built body, ending up with your hands grabbing at his messy hair, earning yourself a groan.

Things quickly became heated as his own hands that were feeling you up moved south, teasing your thighs by moving between them. You only pulled away to speak, N'Doul was already breathless, swapped saliva attaching your bruised lips with his while he laid there and hung on to every word. "N'Doul... I'm cold, maybe we should do something to warm things up?" You added ghostly pecks to his lips, goading him on for more. It only did the opposite as N'Doul suddenly pulled away from you, shock written into the lines of his face as he stuttered, "Really? I'll admit I'd love to do those things with you, but... I've never done it before. I-I'm not really sure where to start."

You cooed at his confession, which only seemed to make his cheeks growing hot worse, offering him a kiss before trying to soothe his worry. "Habibi I'd be honored to be your first. Don't fear over messing things up, that's part of the experience."

"I'm not... I'm not afraid I'll mess this up. It's more like, I'm worried I'll do something to hurt you. I can't exactly see what I'm doing."

"But you don't need to rely on sight to do a good job, you should know that! You can still hear me, right?" You added more kisses to his neck between every sentence. Meanwhile, your hand found his to help guide him over your body, to your breasts, "I'll tell you what I like. You can still touch me," Lower to your hips and thighs, "Do whatever you think is good. Touch me everywhere. I know anything you give me will feel wonderful." Until his hand grazed your core, between your clothes thighs. N'Doul shivered, and captured your lips in his. With gentleness he only showed you, he gracefully took off every piece of your clothing to leave you bare underneath him, he took the opportunity to feel you more, playing with your breasts, dancing his fingers between your thighs again. His breath hitched in his throat once he realized just how ready you were for him.

"Oh. You're so wet... Something tells me that dream you had wasn't so scary." Finally, N'Doul cracked a smile.

"Shh! Just get on with this, I can't wait any longer."

"Okay, okay." Still smiling he was pressing more kisses into your body while freeing his lower half of his pants. You were both ready, there wasn't any pain as he entered you, only a soft sigh from N'Doul as he closed his eyes, enjoying being wrapped up entirely in you finally. "Worth the wait?" You teased him, arms wrapping around his waist to bring him closer to you. "Definitely." He sighed, giving him a final moment of peace before slowly thrusting his length inside of you.

He felt wonderful, but the quiet noises and sighs and whimpers falling from N'Doul's mouth told you he was enjoying it far more than you were. It was so lovely to watch him let go, be so uncharacteristically loud in your ear as his thrusts picked up a little more speed. His arms were shaking around you, but he didn't dare try to leave you, so caught up in the feeling of being inside you.

You spurred him on, pecking him in just the right places of his neck, your short nails digging softly into the skin of his back, letting him tremble on top of you. He was a mess, a big, beautiful mess.

"I don't ever want to stop." He rasped into your ear. N'Doul pushed his face into the sheets underneath you, moaning and trying to stave off an nearing orgasm from happening too early. "We don't have to," You assured him. You felt your own release keeping up on you. "Let's keep going all night."

[ptergwen]

fluffy make out sesh w petey? <3

call it even

w/c: 1,074

warnings: like two swears?

a/n: i don’t know why this ended up being so long but it did lmfhwjwhs i hope it’s everything u wanted and more :D

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“god, how much time is left?” you complain, circling your index finger around peter’s chest.

peter refuses to expand his horizons beyond star wars, so you two are watching revenge of the sith yet again. you’re seated in his lap and doing everything you can to get his attention. it’s the only way you’ll be able to make it through the damn movie.

unfortunately for you, peter has a huge crush on anakin. that means his eyes are literally glued to the screen.

“we’re not even halfway through yet. get comfortable, babe,” peter smugly replies. he grabs your hips and squeezes, cocking his head to the side to see better. you tilt your own head so it’s blocking his line of vision. “i am comfortable… very. are you?” your voice drops an octave.

a smirk crossing his features, peter finally meets your eyes. “i know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not gonna work.” you gasp to feign innocence. “silly old me? what ever are you talking about, peter dearest?”

peter moves an arm so it’s around your lower back, you batting your lashes down at him. you yank on his flannel collar to keep him in place. he leans in closer to you until his lips brush the shell of your ear.

he’s all yours.

“i appreciate the effort. now, if you don’t mind…”

peter pulls away from you with a terrible wink that’s stupidly adorable, but you’re too annoyed to admit it.

you give up your facade, swapping it for whining and tugging on peter’s shirt. “no fair! all i want you to do is spend some time with me, petey.” gazing over your shoulder, you shoot the tv a death glare. “fuck george lucas.”

“woah, woah! don’t go that far!” peter defends, chuckling nevertheless. he does feel kind of bad because he has seen star wars more than anyone else on this earth. it wouldn’t kill him to focus on you for a bit.

although, he’d still like to finish the movie.

peter brings your body in closer to his, pecking your forehead softly. “let’s make a deal,” he prompts you. you eagerly nod and sit up straighter. “i’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you’d like-“

“perfect! you and that big brain of yours, my smart boy.” puckering up, you go right in for a smooch. peter holds out a finger and presses it to your lips to stop you, beaming. “i’m not done,” he laughs out. “i’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you’d like, after the movie is over.”

you scoff and shove both peter’s shoulders. “why can’t you just multitask? you’d be getting the best of both worlds!” peter does not consider it. “and risk missing the most intense lightsaber duel in cinematic history? i don’t think so.”

“whatever you say… loser,” you mutter under your breath. he coaxes you away from him, keeping his arms around your waist with a scowl. “do you want your kisses or not, y/n?” this time, your mouth stays shut. “exactly,” peter concludes. “new deal, i’ll level with you and cuddle for a while.”

he hugs you to his chest, chin resting lightly on your head. you instantly settle in his warm embrace and feel safe in his strong arms. this will do.

“love you, petey,” you mumble against the skin of his neck. smiling to himself, peter peeks back up at the tv. “love you too, angel. but, shhh,” he shushes, resuming his millionth star wars viewing.

just like that, you’ve been replaced by darth vader. you need to fix this, and fast.

it doesn’t take peter too long to lose himself in the movie, which plays out in your favor for once. he just mindlessly rocks you side to side while he watches. his obliviousness, more so than usual, gives you the opportunity to reach over on the cushion next to you and grab the remote.

bingo.

you swiftly hit the power button, hiding it behind your back and eliciting a yelp from peter.

“y/n, what the hell? we had a compromise!” peter demands and lunges forward for the remote. grinning wickedly, you tuck it into your back pocket before he can. “we also had a deal, remember? movie’s over,” you elaborate. “kiss me, loser.”

peter can’t argue with that logic.

“sneaky,” he compliments, his forehead leaned against yours. his fingertips ghost over your chin. “i’m so impressed, i can’t even be mad. you win.” giggling, you place your hands on peter’s shoulders to balance yourself in his lap. “well, you’re the prize.”

“ugh, i love you so much,” peter sighs. he kisses your bottom lip gently, holding your chin between two fingers. “more than star wars?” you search for his hazel eyes. “more than star wars… all three trilogies,” he murmurs a sentence you never thought you’d hear.

your eyelashes tickle peter’s face, both of you sharing matching smiles.

“in that case…”

you close the small gap separating you two with your lips on his. peter reciprocates in a heartbeat, his own quickened as he melts into the kiss. one of your hands weaves its way to some fluffy curls at the nape of his neck. he cups your cheek tenderly, free hand on your side and a grin spreading across his face.

“i love you, too,” you whisper, your legs straddling his waist. “could tell,” peter acknowledges in a breathy laugh.

he uses the new position to his advantage and flips you so you’re laying down on the couch. him on top, you under and your legs still around him. the next kiss is initiated by peter, so soft it fills your whole body with butterflies. he continues to caress your cheek while his lips dance expertly with yours.

“you taste good,” you rasp, peter kissing up to the tip of your nose. “like what?” he wonders and punctuates his question with another kiss to the bridge. you’re sitting back and enjoying every second. “i dunno, something sweet… vanilla?”

“oh, yeah. i might’ve stolen your chapstick,” peter admits, his cheeks starting to feel hot. amused, you pinch one of them. “i was wondering where that went. i should’ve known ‘cuz you always ask me about it.” he dips down so his forehead falls on yours once again. “buy you a new one?”

your fingers thread through his locks, willing him to look at you.

“just kiss me, and we’ll call it even.”

[crimefightingspiderguy]

holding out for a hero

Summary: Shaun (Shang-Chi) offers you go out for drinks and who are you to refuse?

Warnings: Drinking. Talk of sex (none actually happens). No spoilers for Shang-Chi and the Legend of the the Ten Rings (but I do give away what his job is in the movie if you didn't know that pre-movie).

Pairings: Shang-Chi x reader

Word count: 2,492

A/N: I did make the female reader bisexual in this piece, but if that's not how you identify, it's only briefly mentioned in a sentence or two and you can just swap out the pronouns, or skip over it really quick, without affecting the plot :) Also, please do not think I'm using the name Shaun because I didn't want to use Shang-Chi or am being disrespectful to his true name. I'm basing this timeline wise, before he reveals his past to anyone close to him.

“Hey guys!” You waved to Shaun and Katy as you walked into the hotel to clock in. You were taking over Katy’s shift. She needed to go home early to go to the doctors, but Shaun was still there for another 3 hours with you. You were very willing to take over her shift when she asked. You loved working with both of them and any chance you got to, you gladly took it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to get paid to hang out with your best friends?

“You’re welcome.” You heard Katy say to Shaun as she was walking inside to clock out, passing you by with a cheeky wink, as you took your spot next to him.

“Well, she’s in an awful good mood for having to go to the doctors. I thought she had a fear of the doctors.” You gasped, “Is she drunk?”

He chuckled, “No. She’s not actually going to the doctors. She just wanted an excuse to leave work early to go to some concert in LA.”

“Oh, that wench! I gave up going on a date to come in for her. I thought she was dying or something.” You pouted, not actually mad at her, but you were still sad you told your date no.

“You had a date? Who’s the lucky one.” Shaun asked.

“Well, she is a lucky gal who I paid to go to dinner without me.” You huffed.

“You paid her to go out to dinner? By herself?”

“Well, we already had reservations, but I told her something came up with work and I had to go in. But she could take the reservation if she wanted, my treat. I’m sure she probably took someone else since it was a reservation for two.”

“So let me get this straight.” Shaun started to laugh, “You paid some random girl to go on your date with someone else?” He was doubled over in laughter by the end of his sentence.

You kicked his shin, “Hey, I was trying to do something nice for someone I stood up… but yeah it does seem like I probably just sent her on a date with someone else.” You started to laugh with him.

“You’re too nice for your own good sometimes.” He patted you on the shoulder. “How about this, after our shift, I’ll take you out for drinks and karaoke, my treat.”

“Well, that would make me feel better.” You grinned at him, leaving his side to help the new guest pulling up.

After the shift, the two of you took a bus to his apartment so he could change out of his uniform. You were going to stop at your house, which was between his apartment and the bar but when you got into his room, a deep blue sweater hanging in his closet pulled your attention to it. You walked into his closet and shut the mirror door over it. Pulling the sweater off the hanger, it was softer than you could ever imagine. You stripped of your uniform top and threw on the sweater. It was so comfortable and after a deep inhale, smelt exactly like Shaun. It was heavenly.

“(Y/N)?” Shaun called out to you, coming out of the bathroom after getting dressed himself. You stepped out of the closet, “Why are you wearing my sweater?” He laughed at your guilty expression as you slowly walked up to him.

“Well, it was just sitting there looking so comfy, I just wanted to try it on, but now that it’s on I’m afraid I’m never going to take it off. It’s too comfy.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, snuggling into the sweater even more.

“It looks good on you.” He smiled.

“It can be our sweater, how’s that sound?” You batted your eyelashes up at him as he threw his head back in laughter.

“Let’s go short stuff before I end up staying here and cuddling. Our sweater isvery cozy, so it’s very tempting.” Him saying he would rather stay home and cuddle with you, and him holding your hand as he pulled you out of his apartment caused you to blush. He let go of your hand to lock his door, turning to you, “Are you blushing?” He chuckled, grazing his fingers over your burning cheeks.

“No, it’s just getting a little warm in this sweater.” You rolled the sleeves up, letting your arms breathe, “There, that’s better.” You lied and turned away to the exit with determination. He just shook his head and chuckled.

You were a few shots deep into your bar night when you couldn’t help but stare at Shaun. ‘Has he always been this pretty?’ you thought to yourself.

“What are you staring at?” He laughed as he set your next drink down. You said nothing but answered him by putting your hand in his hair, “Your hair is so soft. Oh my gosh it’s softer than this sweater.”

“How many drinks have you had?” He burst out laughing, pulling your hand out of his hair and holding it on the table in his own.

“I haven’t had anything to drink.” You slurred as you take a sip of the fruity drink, he put in front of you.

“Mhmmm, and how many fingers am I holding up?” He held up 3 fingers on the hand not holding yours.

“3, now how many am I holding up.” You stuck up your middle finger and stuck your tongue out as he pretended to be hurt and gasped. “I have to pee.” You got up and stumbled your way to the bathroom. It was a pretty simple trip there and back, but when you got out you couldn’t remember where your table with Shaun was. So instead of going to the table you headed up to the stage and picked the first song that stood out to you, “Holding out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler. As the intro music was building up you spoke into the microphone, “This one goes out to that beautiful boy right there.” You pointed vaguely in Shaun’s direction and then burst out into song.

He laughed as he made his way up to the edge of the stage. He was mostly concerned that you’d fall off the stage and land right on your face, but he was really enjoying the performance that you’d likely forget tomorrow. When you finished your song, you held your hand out to meet Shaun’s stretched out one to help you off the stage.

“Oh my gosh, thanks for helping me down. That was like a 20-foot drop. You’re the hero I was holding out for!” You exclaimed as you threw your arms around his neck.

“It’s a stage maybe 3 inches off the ground, but I’ll take the credit I guess.” He pulled back from the hug and grabbed your hand, pulling you back to your seats.

“Oh no, I’m empty.” You pouted when you found nothing in your cup at the table.

“I’ll get us refills. Stay here.” He made his way up to the bar.

You pulled out your phone and opened your texts with Katy,

“OMG KATY THIS REALLY HOT GUY IS GETTING ME A DRINK AT THE BAR. I THINK I MIGHT GET LAID 2NIGHT! 🤪”

“I thought you were at the bar with Shaun?”

“Who’s Shaun?”

Shaun came back to your table and set down your glass.

“Well, hello handsome.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, “Do you come here often?” You leaned your head on your hand, elbow on the table. You were as Katy would describe it to you, “heart-eyeing” him.

“Okay, I’m glad I grabbed you a water.” Shaun chuckled as he took his seat across from you.

His phone lit up with Katy’s contact picture. He answered it, plugging the opposite ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you still with (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Who else are you guys with?”

“No one, why?” his question was met with silence, then a loud laugh from Katy.

“HA! No way, she totally texted me that a hot guy was getting her a drink and she was definitely getting laid tonight. When I asked her if she was still with you she said ‘Who’s Shaun’ and proceeded to stop texting me. She thinks your hot and that you guys are hooking up, this is going better than I thought it would when I called in.”

“Shut up, you’re messing with me.”

“Well, what is she doing right now?”

“She’s staring at me and sighing contently… OH MY GOD SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHO I AM!?” Shaun whisper-yelled into the phone.

“Well of course I know who you are silly! You’re the handsome man who’s sitting across from me and I’m the lucky gal who gets to look at you.” You giggled as you continued to stare at him with a sweet, but glazed over, look.

“Oh my god she’s so far gone.” Katy laughed on the other end.

“What do I do? Have you ever seen her this drunk?” Shaun was beginning to worry that you’d had way past your limit and you were about to get really sick.

“Oh yeah, definitely. All you have to do is bring her home and put her to bed. She’ll be fine, I’ve seen her drunker than this and not get sick.”

“Okay, should I make her coffee or something?”

“She’s allergic to coffee genius.” Katy rolled her eyes.

“Right, right. I knew that. Thanks Katy.” He hung up the phone and got up to grab your stuff.

“Hey where are you going?” You pouted as he walked up to the bar to pay the bill

“I’ll be right back, just wait here for me.” You nodded your head and waited patiently for him to come back.

“We’re going to go home now, alright?” Shaun pulled you out of your seat carefully helping you land on your feet. You nodded your head and yawned, stretching your arms over your head.

“Shaun, I’m too tired to walk.”

“Oh, now you remember who I am?” He chuckled, and you gave him a questioning look,

“Of course, I remember you, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well about 5 minutes ago you didn’t, I brought you a water and I guess it cleared your head enough. Come here.” He bent over enough for you to hop onto his back so he could give you a piggyback ride.

“My hero.” You mumbled into his back, closing your eyes as he started walking out of the building.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Shaun shook his shoulders to wake you up.

“Mhmm?” You moaned.

“Where are your keys?”

You sighed and climbed off his back, reaching into your purse, you handed the keys to him. He grabbed your hand and led you up to your porch, unlocking the front door and bringing you inside. He locked the door behind him and picked you up bridal style. Your head lolled into his chest as he carried you to your bedroom. He put you down on the bed, pulling the covers up and over you.

“Shaun…” You let your hand reach up to pull his arm back to you.

“What’s up?” He looked at you with concern.

“Can you help me take my pants off?” You laughed, and he blushed.

“Uh… yeah, sure.” Once he pulled back the covers, he realized why you asked. He hadn’t realized you were still in your dress pants from work. He went to unhook the buttons and slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them into your hamper across the room. He pulled the covers back up to your chin and laughed as you happily took them and snuggled farther into the bed. He went to leave again but you stopped him yet again, “Shaun…”

“Yes?”

“Will you stay with me?”

“I was going to crash on the couch. I’ll be right outside, holler if you need something okay?”

“No… will you stay in here with me?” You opened your eyes for the first time since you got into your house. You gave him a puppy dog pout that made him melt.

“I can set up some couch cushions on the floor I guess…” he began looking around the floor to find a big enough space for him.

“No… Shaun… just come here.” You pulled him onto the bed and scooted over, pulling the covers over him. He hesitated for a second, body freezing, but when you snuggled your body into his side, he quickly melted under your touch. Not strong enough to fight off sleep any longer.

Shaun sighed as he woke up, he forgot to set his alarm last night. He probably was going to be late for work. He opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar bedding surrounding him. It then hit him that he was not alone. He was holding onto someone. Looking down, he saw your peaceful face resting into his chest. Your breath fanning over him, tickling him. ‘When did I take my shirt off?’ He thought as he quickly realized why it tickled. He looked under the covers slowly, trying not to wake you, ‘When did I take my pants off?!’ He questioned himself in alarm as he realized he was snuggled up to you in just underwear. He slowly leaned up on his elbow to look around them. Your pants and bra were thrown haphazardly towards your hamper and his shirt, pants, and socks laid at the end of the bed. He laid back on his side and looked down at his current position with you. He had his hand resting on your back underneath his sweater. Your legs tangled with his, and your hands cupping under your face that was cuddled up into his chest still. He couldn’t help the giant grin that plastered his face. He’s wanted to be with you like this for years. He’s wanted to be able to hold you close when he wakes up, to be able to kiss your forehead as you wake up, smiling up at him. He’s wanted to feel how soft your skin is, how gentle your lips rest against his skin. He’s got goose bumps all over his body as he realizes just how warm you are. He started rubbing circles on your back, trying to wake you up.

“Mhmm. That feels nice.” You smiled into his skin. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at him, “See, isn’t this so much better than sleeping on the couch?”

“This is way better.” He kissed your hairline.

“I hope you know when I said this is our sweater, I meant I’m never giving it back.”

“You look better in it anyway.” He shrugged, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, getting a good look at you, ‘Oh yeah, way better in it.’ He thought to himself as he blushed thinking about beautiful you were and how lucky he is right now in this moment.

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