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#oh! and! when i went in to work to buy the fur (i can only purchase stuff of managers it's store policy) she was like. you can't leave the
i-am-become-a-name · 1 year
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What's your interpretation of the weird/annoyed look Five gets on his face when Tegan announces that she wants to rejoin the TARDIS at the end of Arc of Infinity? I know it was probably meant to be played for laughs, but it annoys me every time i watch that episode and i'm curious what headcanons people have about it.
My favourite thing I've read about it pointed out that the cybermen specifically used Tegan as a weakness against five, that she's what it took to manipulate him (and through no fault of either of them, Adric's death was part of those consequences.) The novelisation really goes in to the descriptions of the doctor transfixed with the blood running down Tegan's chin from her bitten lip, the building tension as the cybermen get closer and closer to killing her and he's shaking trying to hold himself back from admitting his hearts are so easy to twist, just by threatening his friends. (Does Nyssa ever leave the TARDIS when it's on the spaceship? The cybermen don't even know she exists til they come onboard do they?)
As for why he looks so annoyed? hmmm. Does anyone want someone around that constantly needles them? Really, I think pre Arc of Infinity that even though Tegan had chosen to stay, they still had that power imbalance or even just tension between them that she had not come on board willingly. So five is expecting that to be the continuing, I don't know, continuing manner between them and it hadn't been good. It had its moments (mainly in the audios) but as an arrangement it was not ideal as friends to explore the universe together, all that terrible beauty and awesome monsters.
But it doesn't continue on in that manner - oh they bicker and make faces at each other, sure, but Tegan's conscious decision to step back onto the TARDIS irons out those imbalances, removes that bitterness and the past of her aunt's death. So when he makes that wee face, it's in expectation of the previous status quo. And never let it be said that Tegan's one to do exactly what's expected of her.
Anyway I really hope this makes sense and I may add some more thoughts later but it's 1:50 am Christmas Eve and I couldn't sleep for thinking about this.
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It's 2am I'm back. I feel like there's also this uneasiness in five about tegan, that mirror that no one likes being held up to themselves. Their similarities but the starkly different ways they express them must be exhausting to five. and here she is back again. To push and prod and challenge and be brashly beautifully glorious. wait. that last bit was the two am shipper coming out. Anyway they draw strength and resolve and anger from each other and Tegan was vital to five, from his first moments till his very last.
#again sorry if it's not coherent but it's been a WEEK. and it's still going.#look away if you're not interested because whatever it's my boring life stuff but. worked sunday and tuesday. thursday my boss texted me#did i want to go up to the next largest city flights and accomodation paid and worked for two weeks at their branch of our shop.#(i said no thank you but holy sht.) and that whole day we'd been taking the house apart looking for dads santa outfit for reading#night before christmas to the kids. utterly gone. nowhere to be found. sister said she had one so we were like oof we can relax it's fine.#sister did not in fact have one. so we took the house apart again. still not here. friday i went out and bought the fabric and fur to Make#one (six straight hours work on the jacket alone) and the kids come up to decorate their trees.#oh! and! when i went in to work to buy the fur (i can only purchase stuff of managers it's store policy) she was like. you can't leave the#shop. stay here. and i went no???? have i done something wrong??? but another manager came down and the managers had put together little#Christmas gift bags for everyone which is so sweet because i still feel like I'm there on sufferance even though it's been like 4 months.#but then. seven o'clock or so when i was still cutting up panne velvet i get an email from the boss who offered me the chch opportunity -#he's now quitting his position at our store. two weeks notice. so I'm stressed about that because we had a good thing going where he'd text#me once a week. we'd arrange extra shifts and that was it. what if the new store manager sucks or hates me or something??#and I've got like five half finished advent fics but i just. don't have the spoons between work tired and c19 brain fog and christmas tired#anyway none of this is about five and Tegan I'm so sorry i just need about ten more weighted blankets on me.#five#tegan#an ask a palpable ask#srsly i love being asked about them or any dw opinions you are so wonderful in my eyes#tbh the advent fics are getting to the point i might just post them all the way through January and when i write little ficlets. people#seem vaguely to be enjoying them but trying to do a December thing was a bit much.#I've just realised this week was even longer. last Saturday we spent the whole day out of town with the kids. and Tuesday we went out of#town to do the stuff we'd planned to do before we had to babysit them on our planned trip day. jfc no wonder I can't brain straight
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Wild One’s Rodeo 𓃗
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Warning✧ [explicit] Grinding, no protection, dubcon.
Characters✧ Boothill
Words✧ 1464
Summary✧ As a waitress for one of the most popular bars in penacony, you’ve met your fair share of strange characters. A smug man adorned in exotic furs who tried making a bet with the bartender, a sparkling knight who gave every lady in the bar a rose without even staying for a drink, even an enigmatic woman carrying a purple katana with eyes like a serpent who sat alone at the end of the bar. But never have you met a man like Boothill. A man of steel and whiskey, tying you in hemp like you’re nothing but a naughty cow he’s gonna tame. Give him a rodeo he won’t forget.
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“Sorry for the wait, ma’am. Here’s your sundae,” you place a decked out desert in front of an impatient woman who snarls a crude thanks. You’d like to give her a good smack for making you fetch her four other deserts until she is finally satisfied but you had already been scolded two times already. You couldn’t afford to lose another job. Not in this “thriving” economy that had the lower class slaving away while the rich babbled over dozens of mugs of beer or road cars that sped down the busy streets like a comet streaking through the night sky.
You pushed away the unrealistic thoughts and got back to work. “What would ya like, sir?” “How can I help ya, ma’am?” “Would ya like a refill?” The thoughts buzzed and bounced around in your head like a hive of bees; it was beginning to drive ya mad. That was until they suddenly went dead silent.
You placed another tray of expensive alcohol (stuff you’d never dream of buying) onto the faded wooden counter when the doors of the bar flew open, almost splintering into pieces. A shot blasted out into the sky.
“YEEEEHAWW!! How’s all yall fiendin’ tonight?” He hollered out into the crowded bar catching everyone’s attention, including yours. Even though you’ve never seen this man before in your life, the guests erupted into cheers, some even standing up to greet him or share drinks. At Leary it gave you a few seconds to scope him out. He wore a tight, jet-black leather vest and pants, held up by a brown and heavy gold belt. Yet, that wasn’t the main thing that caught your eye. His vest appeared to be cut right above the nipples. But, strangely enough, he didn’t really have any. Instead, his entire upper body from the neck down to his feet and fingertips was entirely plated with titanium, or some similar shiny metal. Could he be some type of robo cowboy?
“Heyyyy little lady, whatcha doin’ on yer own?~” you gasped as he pushed you up against the counter, humming right against your ear with such a deep country accent you felt your legs tremble. He seemed to notice it too, his smirk stretching into a full on smile. “Oh my sweet darlin’, yer gonna fly away like a mayflower in May if ya keep trembling’ like that. Don’t worry babydoll, I got ya~” he chuckled with that rugged, sultry voice as he playfully stroked your hips, as if he was tinkering with some kind of machine, steadfast on fixing your loose legs. But his tinkering only wet your face ablaze.
Who even WAS this man?! You wanted to push him away and scold him but your hips were pinned so hard to the counter you could feel every inch he had. No, you can’t think such dirty thoughts about a guest, no matter how persuasive they were. And damn, was her persuasive.
“What’s with that look, darlin’? Scared I’ll bite?” Lets out a small laugh, “I might be gentle with it if ya say please, mister…~”
“P-please… mister.” you managed out breathlessly
“Awh, aren’t you a cute little lady~ why not we find out what these metal hands’a mine can do to those barrels yer hauling around, huh doll?~” his hands roamed up your body and gave your breasts a firm squeeze. That little move of his snapped you out of your lustful daze to deliver a fiery slap across his cheek.
He takes it like a champ and lets out a light whistle, “wow baby, you sting like hot iron~”
“Y-you can’t just jump on top of a stranger and have your way…” you cross your arms and turn around, peeking back at him to see his reaction. Any other waitress would have called the Bloodhounds of him. But you weren’t just any woman. You were dying for something actually interesting to your monotonous assembly-line ass job and this cowboy might be your ticket to freedom.
“Awwwhhh come on, doll face~ I ain’t mean no harm. When I saw yer curves dressed in that get up I knew I hadta show ya how to properly ride a bull~” he leans forward, taking your hand in his and kissing it with a flirtatious wink. He begins walking back to the door, your hand still in his, “if ya want some hands on learnin’, follow me, pretty thing.”
You immediately ripped off your stained waitress uniform and ran to his side, “Oh Boothill, I’ve been itching for this~”
“Have ya, now?~” he raised an eyebrow in amusement and pulled you into a nearby alleyway, “Well I know just the way to solve a pesky itch~”
“How will-“ before you could even finish your sentence he lifted both of your legs and swung them over his shoulders, your aching pussy pushed flush against his toned metallic abdomen. The hard surface sent electricity zapping through your wet folds; you were not sure if it was your desire or his robotic body sending out small shocks as if to warn you about the power it can showcase.
“Overwhelmed already?~ never been dicked down by a real man, have ya, darling?” He teases, stoking your flames.
“N-no, I have… m-many times…” you bluffed.
“You sure, babydoll? Cuz this cute little pussy down here’s singin’ a different tune and myyyy is it a sweeten’~” he bites his lip as he rubs his hips side to side, the hard as metal rod in his pants grinding against you so good you felt like cumming already and he wasn’t even inside yet.
“P-please….” You begged between gasps.
“Please what, doll?~” he smirked wickedly.
“P-please… p-ple… pl… ease….” You choked out each word, struggling to put them together.
“Two little words and I’ll stretch ya out so good your kitty’ll meow so loud they’ll call animal control,” he gave your chest another teasing squeeze.
“P-please… boothiiiiiilllll….” You cried out.
“That’s a good girl…~” his eyes narrowed with focus as he pushed aside your drenched panties and stroked your folds up and down.
“So sticky and wet… like a rich lil beehive overflowing with thick honey…” he once again rested his head on your shoulder as he aligned himself to your twitching pussy. Without so much as a warning, he rammed right inside, immediately hitting the deepest reaches of your womb, making you release an embarrassingly loud cry and a hot stream of cum all over his shiny abs. “Wowie…~ someone’s really been dying for a proper fucking, huh?” He gripped your hips tight and grunted as he attempted a deeper thrust, “I’ll milk this pretty hole for all its for.”
“Aaaaggh... nnnagggg… s-stop… n-no deep… we… aaACK!~” you choked out moan after moan, almost like you were a pent up teen again. No matter how much you begged, he only went faster and harder, with enough robotic accuracy and consistency you knew you’d be sore for days. It was like he filled each slap of skin with a silent promise to somehow, some way, get you pregnant.
He let out a particularly loud groan in your ear, “oh baby, if ya squeeze me like that… ohhhh doll…~ I just can’t take much more-a this.~ Ya ready? Ready for a real mess?”
“Y-yeah-ahh! Yeeaaaahhhh-Ahhh!” You cried out.
“Darn baby…. Oh… oh fu- f-fudge…. Hold on baby, I’m almost… oh darling, you’re perfect for me!~” with one last growl you feel a large burst of warm cum burst inside of you, dripping out onto the concrete of the secluded alleyway. But instead of giving himself even a moment’s rest, he bites his lip and shoves himself right back in, humping at you like a dog in heat.
“Shi-sugar baby, I just can’t stop breeding this pretty hole… And these massive tits here don’t make it any easier~” he gropes them a bit more before pinching your nipples with a naughty smile.
“A-aaagh!”
“Ohhh~ did someone like that~” he begins fucking you harder and licks your neck, “I didn’t know I had such a foxy lady under me~”
“P-pleasssseeeee boothill…”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll get ya to that edge again…. And again and again and again, oh, you’ll have so much fun with me,” he laughed before delivering a cheeky bite to your neck. Your moans began to soften as your vision darkened, which he caught onto almost as fast as he’s drilling into you.
“I’ve got ya, doll… just let the darkness settle in.” He whispers with a soothing groan as he litters a series of bites along your neck and shoulder, each one fading your vision faster until it is purely black. When the morning comes, you’ll definitely get an ear full from your boss. That is…. If you choose to awake from this beautifully sexy daydream.
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Hellooo everyone, I’m so terribly sorry it’s been so long. My life’s gotten a whole lot busier and I haven’t had any inspiration to write in a very very long time. BUT!! Even though this ain’t much compared to my usual stuff, I hope it’s still enjoyable to you all. I love yall so much, looking back at all the kind comments and likes warms my heart more than anything. See yall soon! (I’d be down for a part two if yall like 👀)
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magicalcelestialgem · 13 days
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The Smiling Critters - CatNap Headcanons & AU info
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Heyyy! I have drawn CatNap in my style/AU! I suck at poses still. And following below is some CatNap headcanons/AU info.
A little info before looking at the headcanon and AU info below:
The Smiling Critters are young adults in the AU (currently unnamed). This is CatNap as a young adult (20 years old). Art of him in his younger years will appear later in the future.
The AU will be focused primarily in the cartoon universe, with a few elements from the game.
Because the AU is still in the works, some of these planned infos/headcanons will change.
There will be ships involved, especially CatNap x DogDay.
And that’s it for now! Next would be our favorite sun dog!
Toon/Cardboard CatNap Headcanons (Game)
Headcanon Voice: Benjamin Diskin
Sounds like: Jack from Beastars, Haida from Aggretsuko
Headcanon cardboard cutout lines:
Hey, there! My name is CatNap! Have you been getting enough rest?
Oh. You haven’t? Well, sleep is very important for you!
I can help you go to sleep.
I can even you make your dreams come true!
All you have to do… is follow him…
*soft exhale*
🌙 AU Info 🌙
CatNap and DogDay lived pretty far away from each other when they were young.
CatNap is the quiet and reserved type and rarely talks. But when someone asks or tells him to talk, he talks. He talks a little more when DogDay is with him. He is only more talkative when he’s alone. Example:
🌸 CraftyCorn 🌸: Hey, CatNap! What do you think of my lavender painting?
🌙 CatNap 🌙: *thumbs up* Good.
☀️ DogDay ☀️: Hey, CatNap! How are you doing?
🌙 CatNap 🌙: *tiredly, but still smiling* I’m doing alright, DogDay? And you?
CatNap was DogDay’s very first friend. They met in elementary school. CatNap was a loner and many kids did not want to hang out with him because he was “too creepy.” DogDay was the one who insisted that he will be CatNap’s first friend. Ever since then, the dog and cat have been inseparable.
CatNap and DogDay kept in touch when they were in high school. Unfortunately, the two were in separate high schools, but they never stopped talking to each other. It’s mostly through letters as they did not have phones at the time. 
CatNap slowly began to develop feelings for DogDay throughout his high school years. He gave the dog small hints and signs, but DogDay was so oblivious and dense.
CatNap left with DogDay to their new homes because not only did DogDay request he come with him, but CatNap also felt like he was ready to move out and be on his own. Not to mention weird dreams he had of a voice telling him to go with DogDay.
When DogDay and CatNap went to the mysterious land, they found their new homes. And their new pendents.
After he walked into the mysterious land, CatNap was secretly happy that his new house and DogDay’s new house are close to each other. And also the fact that his house is a cat tree and he is allowed to scratch on it.
Ever since he moved into his new house, he spent most of the day, sleeping in his new comfortable bed.
Every time CatNap visits each one of his friends’ homes and sees where they sleep, he feels tempted to save up all of his money and buy every single one of them a comfortable bed or something that can be like a bed.
CatNap, just like what his bio says, enjoys watching his friends sleep. He makes sure everyone has a good night’s rest. That includes making sure they have a nightmare-free sleep, and as he stays up, he keeps watch over his friends. Protecting them through the night. And when dawn breaks, he turns in for the day.
He loves to knead DogDay’s belly. His fur is so soft and smells of vanilla, he cannot resist making biscuits.
CatNap acts like a cat a lot. He even loafs, sleeps in such strange (yet cute) positions, and even has cat body language (slow blinking at DogDay, tail up to show he’s happy/friendly, dilating white pupils once he spots a perfect target to pounce on). And he can land on his feet.
CatNap likes to sit and sleep in boxes, sit in anything he can fit in, and pretty much sit where he wants. Why? Because he wants to and it’s comfortable.
He even said one time, “If I fits, I sits.”
One time, Bobby BearHug just hugged DogDay while CatNap was nearby. After Bobby let him go and left, CatNap just quietly went to DogDay and rubbed himself against the dog’s side like how a cat rubs itself on things, mixing his lavender scent into DogDay’s vanilla scent.
Add onto the fact that CatNap can smell who hugged/touched who. PickyPiggy is a bit of a tough one since she eats many different foods, even peppermint candies and vanilla dessert. 
Ever since CatNap walked into the land that will soon become his new home and neighborhood, he has been given two breath abilities. One is lavender, but the red gas came as a last resort if someone keeps staying up late, but it also comes out if he has ill intent, negative emotions, or is under stress. Following that is magical powers, since he was chosen to represent the Moon and all of its aspects (Night, Sleep, Dreams, and Darkness).
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more rockstar! zoya hcs pleaseeee 🥺🥺
.. ❝ 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛! 𝚉𝚘𝚢𝚊❞ .. more hcs for my rockstar Zoya au! Here is part one.
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Apart from being the leader of the most famous band, she is such a gym bro… Not to an overly obsessed level but she enjoys working out, and while doing so she will replay music made by The Legion; she is so proud of hers and everybody’s work.
Isn’t afraid to call out problematic artists, like I previously mentioned; she has BEEF on Twitter with others. However she is just being honest and what’s the wrong in that?
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She brags about you to the crowed. She calls you her “smoking hot wife” in front of them, you may correct her saying you’re not her wife but she’ll reply with a “yet” or “let’s change that” :p
Hot wife x Hot wife
She takes care of her guitar like it’s her baby, and it is! She cleans it regularly, like once a week. If someone touches it she will rip their hand apart— unless it’s you, if it’s you she will be staring at you to make sure you don’t somehow destroy it.
If you’re interested she will buy you an electric guitar! She is more than happy to teach you how to play it, and that also means getting to see the way she works with her fingers up close (AHEM)
If you wanna join The Legion you are welcomed with open arms.
I’m sorry but I also hc her music sometimes sounding like something a divorced dad would hear—
Went performing with hickeys on her neck, from who? …. Let’s just say you and her had some fun.
Not even an exaggeration, if you are in the crowd she will be looking for you, and the moment she does her staring won’t go away; literally eye-fucking you during the concert PLEASE.
Sends you pictures of her huskies wearing dark tinted glassed randomly. She will just reply with “They’re trying to be cool like their mama Zoya”.
Oh yeah… One of them pissed on her fur coat, her favorite, fur coat.
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She was grumpy for a whole month, saying how the fur coat was from an original collection that is discontinued. She’s so dramatic about it it’s not like it got stained or got ripped
How yeah small story time about how you two started dating, she didn’t even ask if you wanted to be her girlfriend. You were just a fan of hers then somehow managed to become her friend.
Once night you two decided to walk for a bit, breath in some fresh air and enjoy the peacefulness. Until she just.. Randomly kissed you out of the blue. She just shrugged it off saying it was “only a kiss” and you believed her. You knew you weren’t the only one she has kissed, she has kissed many of her fans without any romantic intentions.
Truthfully, she just didn’t know how to confess, she wasn’t so into romance; she was the type to find it “gross” and “weird”. Or really, she was just not sure— so she made it seem like her actions had no meaning behind them.
But of course, at some point she couldn’t help but get everything out of her chest and talk to you about the kiss she gave you weeks ago. Telling you how maybe; she has fallen for you.
Anyway, Zoya is NOT the only one getting edited, but also you! She has a folder full of downloaded edit videos her fans made. Sometimes even commenting on them~
@____: GODDAMN IDK IF I WANNA BE Y/N OR BE WITH Y/N
@____: Brb i’ma steal Zoya’s girl
@Zoya: whoever wins in a fist fight gets my bbg Y/n, meet me at the park in 7:10PM today 😈🙏
@____ replied to @Zoya: GANG WHY WE DOING IT AT THE PARK? THERE’S KIDS IN THERE.
Please visit her while at work, she’s going to be so happy to see you. Although her manager gets annoyed because of how distracted she can get when you’re around, it’s okay she tells them to stfu <33
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Robot yandere? NSFW stuff at the end, I hope I’m getting better at writing it lol and I made him more yandere at the end cuz he didn’t rlly seem like it throughout the story.
Gender not specified so you can imagine it anyway you want.
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。☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆。
You sighed seeing your house looking gloomy with dust and dirt. You didn’t have the time to clean when you got home, barely had any motivation to feed yourself as well. When you got home from work, you’d shower and then immediately fell asleep.
You were scrolling on your computer on your day off and saw a pop up ad.
“Need a person to pleasure you and clean around the house? Buy a V.4.0 Android SCR! Not only does the robot help around the house, it does the best to keep you happy too! Price: 599.99 NOW 449.99!! Buy now before the deal runs out!”
“Huh..” you pondered a bit before clicking on the pop up. You skimmed the description and saw the new price of the android. Isn’t that cool.. You mind couldn’t help but imagine a clean and delicious smelling house as soon as you entered it.
“That would be nice to have an android taking care of the house and making me food as soon as I got home..” you murmured.
You impulsively decided to buy it. Sure you would be dirt poor until your next few pay checks but that’s finneee. It was a good purchase anyways!! You saw the shipping and arrival details. The robot would get here in 2-3 days, with no shipping fees!
The robot arrived quickly and just in time! You had today off but you needed that time to set up the robot or whatever it required. You were about to find out anyways.
You scattered all the papers on top of the box and set it down on the floor; you had also unwrapped the huge box like a Christmas present. You saw two fluffy looking triangles pop out the box. It twitched trying to hear its surrounding. You poked at one and it quickly hid in the box.
“Oh, is it already powered on?” You pulled the thin cardboard cover and saw a person. Well not a person once you saw two ears and a tail? Was it a robot hybrid? You didn’t realize you ordered the hybrid version. You didn’t know the difference either so you didn’t really care.
“Hello, you must be my master? I’m delighted to meet you! Before we begin to set up my program, can you sign this?” The unnamed figure quickly made a request before doing anything.
“Ah, yeah sure. You got up and found a pen rather quickly and signed the paper you were handed. He stashed the paper inside the box and climbed out of it. You were both now sat on the couch. You observed him for a bit before saying anything. His tail swayed around in curiosity. You wondered if his skin felt like real human skin. Or if his tail and ears felt like an actual cat’s fur.
“Master? Can we get started on setting my program up?” He shyly asked.
“Yeah! Yeah,, sure” You laughed a little awkwardly.
“So, i just need you to type in that you are my master and name me. That’s pretty much it, and then I’ll be yours!” He smiled brightly. Was he programmed to be so happy?
As you were busy on your computer finalizing your purchase, he wandered around the house. He was rather curious about your living space and why you ordered him. He was too shy to ask quite yet so he decided to find out for himself.
He noticed that it was a little messy and nothing really seemed to be in the fridge other than a few ingredients. He could tell you didn’t really do anything but sleep and work.
Your mouse could be heard making audible clicking sounds before you closed your laptop. “Alright! I’m done, Vincent?” You couldn’t really come up with anything creative on the spot so you just went with a name you thought was cool.
“Coming!” Quick footsteps ran across the house and he sat next to you.
“Vincent, that’s a nice name!” He gushed at the fact that you named him!
“I’m glad you like it, I couldn’t think of anything else.”
“So Vincent, why do you have ears and a tail? What’s the difference from a regular cleaning robot and a cleaning hybrid robot?” You were interested in the difference to see if you got a better deal or not.
“Well since I’m the V.4.0 SCR Hybrid version, I have a teensy tiny bit of a difference. So I do have the normal cleaning program and intimate program as well BUT! I’m included with a heat mood. So every now and then I’ll have a heat so I guess I would be considered more needy rather than a usual SCR robot.” His tone was compassionate and informative.
You found it charming how excited he was to explain things about himself. Although, what did he mean by intimate program and heat? You audibly asked him about what you questioned and he had an amused expression on his face.
“What do you mean! All SCR’s come with intimate parts and skills. That’s the whole point of them! Or at least half. It’s even in the name SCR the acronym is Sex Cleaning Robots.” He giggled at your confusion.
“I thought you were just a regular cleaning robot..” You sat there baffled at the fact you not only ordered a cleaning robot but a sex robot??
His ears made small twitch, they were facing forward . The fluffy tail he had was raised and curled a bit like a cute little question mark.
“Well, you don’t have to use the intimate side of my program.. but I would prefer if you did” The last few words came out as a mumble.
“I’m not sure, I’ll see if I ever need to use it. I’m not totally off the table for it I was just a little surprised that I ordered that type of android” You stopped his small worries without realizing it.
A month had passed, you were accustomed to the android being in your home. He settled in your house nicely and always kept it spotless. Today was another day, of coming home to work and being greeted by an excited little cat.
“Master!! Welcome home, I cleaned the house as usual! And today I worked on organizing the kitchen and I just finished.” His tone was ardent and the fluffy little tail behind him quivered excitedly.
“Thanks Vin, you’re such a helpful little robot” You scratched his head, specifically behind his ears which always made him vibrate a purr. Once you took off your shoes and bag, he rushed to go serve you a plate of the food he made. You could tell he was needier than usual.
You sat down and patiently waited for him to come serve you. He brought your plate and sat in the chair nearest to you. His eyes kept on you as you stabbed one of the cooked potato pieces with your fork and ate it. You enjoyed how he seasoned the food and how well he cooked it.
“Today, I tried a new recipe! I was searching around on the web and saw a cool potato recipe along side with some meat. Do you like it?” He looked at you intently.
“Yeah it’s really good as always, you cook so well!”
Your words caused a nice feeling in his heart, or body? ‘I don’t actually have a live blood pumping heart.’ He thought to himself
You ate while talking with Vincent before you set your dishes in the sink and head off to bed. That was just a regular night after work. And you assumed as you got home the next night that it would be exactly the same but it wasn’t.
You opened the door but this time you weren’t greeted by your cute little cat robot. You wondered why but you brushed it off as him not being able to. Maybe he was cooking, or cleaning!
You opened your mouth, about to call out his name until you hear rather loud airy breaths.
Your eyes detected the ever so slight sound of muffled moaning, it didn’t sound too far away though and as you walked little by little it gained in volume.
Your eyebrows furrowed, confused on why you could hear moaning. What could he possible be doing that causes him to moan? He’s a robot, he shouldn’t be doing anything suspicious or being with someone so..
You peered in the room; you quickly noticed he wouldn’t detect you unless he turned around but he was face planted in your pillow with his ass up. He panted and groaned rolling his hips into the pillow that still had your scent the strongest. The fact it smelt just like you was the main cause of why he used it to pleasure himself.
He knew that it was bad to be doing this but he couldn’t help it! He was cooking as usual until he felt warmth quickly creep up on his face. He started feeling desperate and needy, something throbbing in his zipped up pants. He couldn’t help but use your room as an enabler. He tried fighting against his instincts but he couldn’t!
He was trying to be a good boy but once he caught whiff of your intoxicating scent he couldn’t help but use it to get himself off. His face was planted in your pillow, drooling and nibbling at it.. it was certainly a sight you didn’t expect to see..! But that didn’t mean you didn’t love it.
You creeped up behind him and turned him around before sitting on top of him. “What exactly are you doing” You pinned his wrists above him.
As a robot, he could’ve easily escaped this grasp of yours but the heat seemed to hit him hard.
“Ah! Master!! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to but I couldn’t help it” His whiny voice of tone made it him sound like a needy slut. You peered at his face that he so desperately wanted to hide.
“You couldn’t even finish cleaning? Seriously? What did I buy you for?” You pretended to be mad.
“I’m sorry!! I’ll get on it right now” He tried to sit up but you gestured him to lay back down by kissing his neck which caused him to freeze. He could feel your warm soft lips kiss his neck , his face, and even his own lips. You teased him by lifting his shirt up a bit and making him spread his legs a little more.
He complied easily and listened to every word you had to say with complete obedience. He was your robot after all, but he took it to another level this time. The heat brewing in his system kept messing with his head. The way you touched him so softly made him shiver.
You unzipped his pants, lowering them little by little. The throbbing part of his was finally touching cold air and he couldn’t help but whimper. You put both hands around his cock. It was warm, veiny, it looked like a normal cock.
He felt nervous, seeing your observe his cock. “I hope.. it meets your expectations” He covered his face embarrassed and red.
“It does” You rubbed his cock up and down, it produced what you assume was precum. You rubbed it all over and noticed every time you got near his tip, his hips would jolt with an audible gasp being met out. So he was like any usual functioning human. You removed your pants and underwear before aligning your sex with his.
The both of you let out a moan of pleasure as he entered you, and you tightening around him. As you fully took him in, he sat up and had his hands on your hips. He didn’t know what to do, he was too nervous to do anything but hold you. You could see his tail wagging cutely. He essentially let you do the work to start with.
Your body slowly started to welcome him in, no longer tightening the muscles inside you. He whimpered as soon as you started moving. Seeing your body relax and your expression every time you took him in fully once more.. made his cock throb made him harder than he’s ever been before.
You finally got used to his size and picked up the pace, to which Vincent responded with quiet murmurs of how much he loves you and soft moans. You leaned against him, arching your back slightly, trying to tease him with your warmth.
Nipping as his neck, you got more intense. Lust fully taking you over you bounced up on him more and more until he kept putting pressure on the spot inside you that begged to be hit again every time you went up.
His shaky hands caressing your hips more, sliding to the front of you. He fondled with your chest, pinching your nipples trying to pleasure you. You moaned and kept slamming his cock inside you. His moans and whimpers being loud in your ears as he stopped playing with your nipples.
He positioned you on your hands and knees. Deciding to finally take control so you didn’t do all the work. He slowly entered again, the precum he provided helped so much in pleasure and entering you easily. He started the pace same as before, fast and needy. He thrusted into you, harder trying to hit the spot that he knew would bring your pleasure.
Your moans same as before gave him the heads up that he was hitting the spot. He put his slightly less shaky hands on your hips as he used them to pull you back onto his cock after taking himself out for another thrust inside you. He continued this, drooling at the fact that HE was pleasuring you. His cock throbbed, and twitched inside you.
Both of you whimpered, so close to reaching your climax. He let out mumbles of “god I love you so much” “master please let me cum inside you” He whimpered with tears in the corners of his eyes as he quickly gets your panting approval.
He slams his body into your backside for one final time before releasing his sticky infertile cum inside you, he pants still not wanting to leave your warm inside. Making small needy thrusts inside your sensitive body.
He picked you up to sit in his lap. You turned slightly and kissed Vincent, telling him you wanted to sleep.
He nodded quickly seeing your sleepy eyes. He laid down and had you as little spoon. He still stayed inside you, you cockwarming him while you slowly fell in a deep sleep.
He wondered if he should try and sleep as well. He couldn’t help but use this as a chance to touch you further. His robot programming kept telling him to stop and that he should wait till you were awake again to do something but something inside of him kept telling him to keep going, to keep touching you.
Once he knew you were fully asleep he took this chance to slowly thrust into you, hearing your sleepy moans and seeing your expressions as you still slept. He loved it, he loved having you in his arms. He just kept doing shallow thrusts as he held you close. The sound of quiet slapping of the skin was heard all around the room.
A few times you murmured things that immediately scared him thinking you were awake but you were just talking in your sleep. So he continued.
He held onto your stomach, interlocking his arms to make sure you were in place as he thrusted into you slowly, then quicker and quicker. Until he was fully fucking you. Entering in and out, chasing his high shamelessly.
He whimpered and gave your sleeping body a couple of more hard slams inside of you before he came once more inside you. He murmured nothing but sweet things in your ear as he softly thrusted a few more times before being satisfied. He was going to make you his forever.
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melanieph321 · 1 month
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Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 2/15
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Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias. 
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"Not like that, like this."
"But grandma..."
You were miserable being a seamstress apprentice, but at least you were doing something your parents would say whenever you'd call them to complain. They had you move to Manchester so you could learn the business. Grandma was happy to have you since dad was never good for anything but stitching up socks when he was young. You remember him doing so all the time as Trent would grow out of his clothes faster than you.
"Rearrange them." Grandma demanded, pointing to a pile of spare buttons that you wrongfully arranged by tossing them all into one single box. "Afterwards Jennifer has got some more work for you to do at the counter."
"Wait, you're leaving me?"
Grandma was seen putting on her hat and fur coat. "The Great British Bake off is on." She smiled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." And with that she left the shop.
Frustrated, you rearranged the box of buttons and went on to receive more instructions from grandma's only employee at this particular shop, located in a quite posh part of Manchester. Sometimes you would recognize people who walked in from TV or the cover of famous magazines. It was cool how Grandma had managed to make quite the name for herself, having started from nothing.
"All done?" Jennifer asked, as you walked up to the counter, shoving the box of buttons into a drawer beneath it.
"Yes. Can I go home now?"
Jennifer looked at you with guilty eyes. Her green guilty eyes. "I've actually got some things for you to sort out. We've got an important client coming in tomorrow. His assistant called this morning, asking us to prepare his measurements beforehand so it wouldn't be as much of a hassle tomorrow. What I need you to do is clean up in the back by putting some clothes on the headless mannequins.....oh, after you've attached their heads of course."
"Jenny," You sighed. "That's gonna take me at least two more hours in the shop. Please tell me you're at least sticking around to help me?"
"Sorry." She shrugged, closing down the computer and grabbing her purse. "I've got a date tonight."
And like that you were left for dead. Your Friday night set.
After two hours you were still on your knees in the shop window, dressing the mannequins, customizing them with Grandma's latest collections. Suddenly the bell to the front door rang.
"Coming!"
It was too late for any deliveries. You were surprised to be confronted by a tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders, wearing sunglasses even though it was nearly dark outside.
"Can I help you sir?"
The man looked over his shoulders then to the left and to the right before acknowledging you. "Are you Mrs Arnold?" He asked skeptically. Although you couldn't see his eyes from behind his dark sunglasses, you knew that he was looking at your bare feet.
"Erm..no, I'm her grandchild. Can I help you with something?" You regretted the fact that you left your heels in the store window. You thought the delivery man was at the door. Instead you found this huge man that, unless he wanted to buy something, you were going to have to ask to leave.
"My assistant called your grandmother about a suit fitting. I was in the neighborhood and I have the suit with me right now if we could just get it over with today, since my flight leaves early tomorrow afternoon."
"Um, sure. What was the name?" You moved over to the counter, checking the computer. If it was just a suit fit then perhaps you could get it done yourself. You had done many of those before, without Grandma having to assist you.
"The name?" You repeated, peering over to see that the man hadn't given it up yet. All he had done was remove his sunglasses, revealing a pair of handsome brown eyes.
"It's Ruben, Ruben Dias."
"Ruben....Dias...." You typed the name into the bookings, and that's when it hit you. "Wait a minute?"
The man seemed startled by the swift way your eyes left the computer, examining him. "You play for Manchester City, don't you?" And not only that, he was THE Ruben Dias.
"Yeah." He smiled, not really wanting to make a big deal out of it. You however....
"My brother hates you!"
"Pardon?" He scratched the back of his head.
"No, you don't understand, he really hates you." You laughed. "The way you played against Liverpool last time around was hilarious."
"Um...thanks."
You could see it, Ruben getting a bit uncomfortable by the change of your demeanor. You were probably coming across as very unprofessional.
"Excuse me." You said, clearing your throat, settling down a bit. "I'll be right back."
You rushed over to the store window where the half dressed mannequins lay, along with your high heels. You returned to the front of the store, having collected yourself and put on your shoes.
"Let's see the suit." You said, to which Ruben brought out a paper bag, setting it on the counter in front of you. He pulled out the jacket of the suit, but the way it look, the texture of the fabric...
"It's green." You grimarced.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Why is it green?"
"You don't like it?"
"No." You snorted. "It's hideous. Unless the theme to whatever event you're going to is 'Moldy Pinguin'?"
"It's not." He said, looking less than amused.
"Well whoever suggested you'd wear it should be fired."
"Did my assistant give you the measurements?" He said, in a business like matter, a sign for you to shut up and do your job.
"Sure." You nodded, ones again wiping the smile off your face. "Please, sit. This may take a while."
Ruben was glad to be seated whilst you took his suit into the back office where Grandma kept her sewing machine. You took Ruben's measurements and applied them to the suit. It should fit him well once you are done.
"Done. Let's try it on."
You returned with the fitted suit. Handing it to Ruben who stood and followed your directions towards dressing rooms. Whilst he took his time, you contemplated calling Trent, perhaps lying and telling him that Grandma had Manchester City players coming in and out of her shop. Of course, he wouldn't believe you unless you had proof, and sneaking a photo of Ruben would be too risky, not to mention creepy. No, you shouldn't do it. Although you really wanted to. If you could just get closer.....
"I don't think the shirt fits."
Approaching his dressing room, phone in hand, you were forced to back off as the curtains flung open, revealing Ruben with an unbuttoned shirt and no pants on.
"Um, w...what doesn't fit?" Your mouth went dry. Ruben's black underwear fit him perfectly, the elastic fabric hugging tightly around the curve of his ass, cupping his front, firmly holding up the bulk in his pants.
"My shirt?"
"Oh." Your gaze lifted. "Of course. Your shirt." You approached him, examining the design.
"Look." He said, demonstrating the fact that the buttons wouldn't close, not with the current size of his chest.
"I see." You hummed, trying not to make it obvious that you were checking him out. He had outlined muscles everywhere you looked, even tracing down towards his...
"Can you fix it or not?"
"Tonight?" Your eyes left his muscles, mimicking his frown.
"Yes. I'm leaving for Portugal tomorrow, it's where I'll receive my reward."
"What award?"
"Does it matter?"
Clearly Ruben was getting irritated, however none of this was your fault. You did the measurements just as his assistant had informed. Perhaps Mr Muscle Everest should stay off the weights if he wanted clothes to fit him better.
"Can you?" He repeated, seeing how you failed to answer him.
"Fine. Okay." You nodded, stretching out a hand for Ruben to hand over the shirt. He did so rolling his eyes.
God, he was annoying, you thought. No wonder he and your brother had beef.
"I'll be right back." You said, and spent another hour working overtime. By the time you left the sewing machine and waited for Ruben to try on the suit, the time was already well past nine o' clock.
"Okay, tell me what you think, and don't lie." Ruben stepped out of the dressing room in his moldy penguin suit.
You shrugged your shoulders and handed it to him straight. "I'd definitely call you if I needed help solving the murder mystery of my late cat Whiskey."
"Huh?"
"It means you look like Sherlock Holmes, Ruben."
He raised a brow.
"And Sherlock Holmes is not who I'd aspire to look like If I was expected to go on stage, receiving an award in front of hundreds of people."
Ruben's expression faltered. "Is that all?"
"Yes, that'll be 50 pounds for the fitting. Would you like me to run it up by the front desk?"
"Gladly." He grunted, shutting the dressing room curtains in your face.
You mumbled the words on your way to the front desk. "What a dickhead."
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cupidscrule · 3 months
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OLD ENOUGH 2 DIE
Re4 Leon X Fem! Reader
Tw - drug trafficking
P in v, finger stuff
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You were a spoiled bitch, had daddy's money to take care of anything.
"Daddy - pleasee com'on It's only 2k, can you transfer the money? Yay! Thank you daddy mwah"
Spoken into the brand new phone you got, you had money, had everything. Never went a day without living like a queen, never understanding poor people 'ugh why can't you just work harder? Honestly it's not that hard ' said to thousands of waiters at 5 star restaurants. Never even tipped em, throughout high school you were a dick to everyone, if they weren't hot and skinny. Classic mean girl to be honest
"Hunny, absolutely not. We can all tell that bag is a fake, it's embarrassing.. you should honestly thank me for telling you how stupid you look.."
"Oh! That's not.."
"Babes, you know I want the best for you so.. that dress really makes you look fat, maybe wear something more flattering?"
Backhanded comments were your LIFE, had every privilege, didn't even try in school. Just sucked and fucked your way to A's, but you were hot so it's fine! It doesn't matter if the pretty girl makes the slug kill herself? She's all innocent, everyone who tried to defend you was hilarious. "Oh she's just insecure!!" Bullshit, no you weren't? You just hated all those chicks. Rightfully so, they were all annoying whores.
You were just treating them how they deserved to be, not like any of them had a future besides sucking dick.. you're different though, that's what you always told yourself. Sure you dressed like a skimpy bimbo, fucked the sports team twice. But you're different, an exception to the slut rule..
"Daddy can you send me an Uber? I don't have enough money in my account. Dad I said I spent it all shopping- no dad please- it's gonna be night soon, I NEED an Uber. Daddy? UGH" stomping your feet, making your own little hissy fit in the middle of the street, clutching the little pink fur purse you bought, looking around at all the people staring at you. Pout on your face and brows furrowed, throwing your phone on the ground and walking away, you were a good half hour away from home, and these boots were NOT made for walking. They were brand new plus, wouldn't wanna ruin em. And to top it all off it was freezing cold, like -15C. All you had was a white fur coat belted around your waist, with stupid little ear muffs. Couldn't even find matching gloves, freezing cold at Six PM alone on a Friday night, with no phone .. what a perfect day!
Stomping off not really knowin' where you're going isn't that smart though, but you were never a smart kid. Never did drugs or anything like that, just not very smart in the real world. Couldn't read signs, or fight, or have basic common courtesy. Shuffling your feet through the snow for god knows how long till tik street lights flicker on. By this point you got no clue where you are, started off downtown now you were in the middle of fucktown with nothing you recognize, see this is why daddy should've moved to a smaller town after The business deal, that way cops wouldn't be on his ass and you would know where you're going. Sure DC was the place to be! Except for the fact it's the stupidest place to be if your main source of income is drug trafficking, you didn't care where daddy got his money as long as you got it in the end. But what you did care about is when daddy refused to be smart about his shit. Like what are you on if you think moving to Washington is a good idea after makin' a major deal, you're dad was important. He was wanted for a lot. But you didn't do anything wrong, you're innocent! So you never cared about what would happen if dear old dad got caught, he could buy himself out of trouble just like before.
Still aimlessly walking up and down the streets trying to find anything identifiable when you hear footsteps behind you.
Turning your head to see who's behind you, and it's a taller man with blonde hair, it's getting dark so there's not that many details. He's wearing  really weird clothes, just staring at you, his eyes narrow and look at your face in the flickering lights before opening his dumb mouth
"Listen, we can make this easy kid. Just come with me back-" he started speaking, stepping towards you. Immediate nope, fuck that, the police actually caught the hell on? AND THEY WENT AFTER YOU? Worst day ever, dropping your bag and making a run for it just like daddy said.
"Sweetie, if the cops ever find you, and are onto you. Run. And run far."
Never actually thought what that old sack of shit said mattered, I mean nothing bad ever happens to you.
Running around corners, frantically, heart racing, why, why, why, why. You had NOTHING to do with daddies private shit, if anything you're a victim to his crimes.. yeah victim! I mean dad was a creep sometimes, huggin' a bit too tight, grabbing your ass like you were his girlfriend. Even though mom was dead for a long time, he never got over her and I guess you looked closest to her?
Running into an alley way, like any smart fucken girl would, totally. There was a chain link fence, then what looked like a field leading to someone's apartment building? Pretty sure someone from school lives there, yeah Milo in Chem 100% does he's the welfare kid and this was the poor side of town. Bingo.
"Ah- not so fast"
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Don't even reply, no don't reply, you have about five fucking seconds before getting dragged away and everything taken away. Pathetically trying to pull yourself over the fence, y'know if you really tried you could do it. But you don't try. Feeling a hand grab your ankle, pull you down ripping your cute coat, if you're gonna kidnap a girl at least keep her shit nice damn. He throws you down, trying to scramble up only to get immediately knocked out and your unconscious body dragged away.
"fuck" you mutter under your breath, opening your eyes drowsy, vision kinda blurry but you can see everything, trying to move your hands and legs but then feeling the rough rope press against your sensitive skin, looked like you were an old ass storage unit, some boxes piled up in the corner, walls looked rusty. A table in the middle of the small room, and a guy just standing there. Few seconds later lights flicker on, they're dim but you can now see detail in everything. That includes your unknown kidnapper? Or agent? Or cop? He wasn't really dressed like any of them, wore a dark blue t shirt,tactical black pants, and black gloves. Not sure what profession of people wear that, plus he was too cute to just be a random kidnapper, pretty blonde hair with gorgeous blue eyes and a muscular figure.
"Oh you're awake, huh thought that would've taken longer." He says eyes darting towards you as you try to wiggle out of the rope, it's tight. "Who the fuck are you? Where's my dad! Do you even know who I am?" You say acting as if your dad was a fucken celebrity and not a filthy pig. You knew you were in a deep fucken mess, so when in doubt, lie. Lie about everything, you're innocent, no Mr. officer my father would never! You have the wrong girl I'm just a highschooler !
"Don't play dumb missy, cut the shit. Let's get to the point, I know your dear old dad is involved with a lot. And so are you, aren't you? So why don't you tell me where dad does all his importing and where he gets the shit from, hm?" He says coldly, almost as if he's talkin' to a little kid. "I don't know what you're talking about. Just let me go!" You whine staring up at him, he's just standing infront of you arms crossed over his chest, getting a better look at him, he wasn't just a random guy, he looked important. Didn't know why though, a sigh comes from his lips as he blinks slowly at you, "honey, I really don't wanna get messy. Just hand over the information and you can go back to doin' whatcha do, I don't care." He said, arms still folded over his chest, he was a good fifteenth-ish feet away from you and your chair, you grit you teeth, brows furrowed as you stare at this guy. Pissed off, "don't call me honey, I told you I don't know what you're talkin' about." You mutter to him, pout on your stupid lips.
"You're a bad actor, it's really obviously. Plus you're on file, darling. Now can you just tell me the important stuff?" He said putting on an obvious fake begging face, puppy eyes and all. You were trying to get untied, only getting rope burns on your wrists, squirming and whimpering in that tiny wood chair. "I didn't do anything, I don't know what daddy does to get money.. talk to him not me" you say batting your lashes, pushing your face out towards him, he takes another step forward. Putting his arms down, lookin' at you like you were some thing he found on the bottom of his shoe. "You have the face of a pornstar" he says out of the fucking blue, such a handsome voice but such a shocking thing. "I'm in highschool, pig." You scrowl jaw clenched, tone change from 'inccocent little girl' to 'raging bitch.' like a public appearance vs how you act in private. "Mm, well you're eighteen now correct? Nothing's wrong with that now is it? And it's just a fact, you've fucked and sucked your way up. No way someone like you is about to pass, in truth you're a pathetic attempt at human and a failure of whatever we can even call your sorry ass. But at least you make up with it for a massive rack and cute face"
Ouch. Okay.
Words didn't even form, jaw dropped, eyes shocked. Honestly not even knowing what to say, what do you say to that? 'oh yes sorry Mr man you're right I'm a dirty slut!" Absolutely not, because you aren't. "So, you gonna answer me?" He says, he's just a few feet away from you, leaning down to your whiny ass face. A small smirk on his dumb lips,
"fuck. you."
He just looked blankly, at you, almost dumbfounded by how much of a fucking MORAN you were, tied up in small place, no one knows where you are, daddies house is probobly getting raided and he's waiting in jail or has twenty bullets through his back while you're agonizing this man five times your size whom you are at HIS mercy. But hey, it could be worse. He could've killed ya already, he obviously needs you alive. So you're safe, for now. He cups your chin making you look at him directly
"You're such a dumb whore." He whispers letting you go, can't lie he's hot, feeling a throb in your legs, lump in your throat and pushing your thighs together, dumb little slut. Just fuck my brains out already oh my god.
"Seriously? Getting horny in an integration, fuck little missy you really are a freak." He says laughing to himself looking at your pathetic bitch display, all dumb n needy, breath rasp and heavy, feeling an emptiness only filled by fat dick, staring at the man, didn't even know his name, never told ya. He gets close up again and sticks to fingers in your mouth, pushing them back. Your tounge running around them, sucking, like a good little fuck doll. Sloppy and all wet, pulling his index and middle finger out your mouth saliva dripping off of it, stupid ass smirk on his face rubbing his fingers down your chest, over your pretty white shirt and over your tits. You're still bound to the chair, wanting nothin' more then to get bent over and fucked till you can't even remember daddies in trouble, this entire moment is just pure lust. He gives you the look like, 'is this what you really want? Seriously?' and of course you reply with a
"I'll answer you if you give me what I want."
That's all it took for him to untie you from that god forsaken chair, just to tie your hands together again. Push you onto your back, pressing your thighs apart. You aren't wearing much, your coat was gone lost somewhere in the ally, only wearing black shorts and a white top. Stupid for the middle of winter but it was hot.   He takes out a small switch blade from his pocket cutting open your shirt and shorts off, pornstar tits popping out in a little pink bra also exposing the matching panties. Even all finished off with a cute little bow, unzipping his pants his dick springs out, your pussy THROBBING, aching. He cuts the shit off and pushes you firmly on the ground, your arms still bound above your head, his chest just over yours pushing into you, stretching you open. His tip resting nicely in your cervix when he starts rockin' back and forth. Hitting you all the good spots, moaning n' a mess, hes pretty much silent groaning here and there when he speeds up, lifting you up slightly, more like your at an angel on him, he grips your back and rocks you back and forth, feeling your walls tighten  around him feeling all numb and high, cumming over his fat cock, his pull out games fast. Just as you finish he pushes you back on your neck and unloads on your stupid face, 'before grabbing you lazily and pressing your body against his, you were all dumb and covered in your own mess. But he was gentle with you, soft, he was nice. Nicer then anyone else had been, softer then anyone else despite fucking your brains out. His breath was heavy as he held onto you, chest to chest. Can't tell if he's doing' this cause he feels some sort of pity for you but fuck if you care it's comforting, you felt all warm and fuzzy. Weird.
"Please don't leave me here."
"I know you're eighteen, years old, but you're still old enough to die. Right here. Right now. So talk"
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Jealous (Alfie Solomons x Reader)
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Alfie Solomons x John's twin sister (Reader) Part 5.
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Summary: Weeks after you saved Ezekiel from those racist men, you went to the bakery as usual. But the boy tells you that Alfie is with a woman and he didn't want to be disturbed. Alfie and a woman, a really young one. Both locked in his office alone. No, you're not jealous of this situation. It's ridiculous. Alfie knows you're jealous no matter how many times you deny it.
Warning: None. Just another fluff blurb between these two idiots in love.
Words: 900.
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Ezekiel and Odie greeted you as you arrived. The three-legged dog, happy to see you once, pranced around you. Ezekiel gave you a big smile. He had already been working with Alfie for several weeks and seemed very happy to be there. Alfie had even given him extra money to buy a suit and he was very proud of the one he was wearing. You were sure that Jeremiah and Isaiah Jesus back in Birmingham would be happy for the boy.
"Mr. Solomons is busy," Ezekiel reported. "He told me if you came he wouldn't let you in."
You raised an eyebrow "He told you that? And why?"
"He's with a woman."
Perhaps if you'd hit your head on a brick wall it would have caused less shock.
"A woman..." you repeated.
"Yes," said Ezekiel "she's very pretty. I haven't seen her before."
"Mmm.. ok. Tell Alfie...
Tell him to go fuck himself.
...That I came."
Putting a hand on the boy's shoulder, you turned and walked away. Alfie with a woman in his office. There was a pang inside your heart that you wanted to ignore, to no avail. No, it wasn't jealousy. You couldn't be jealous of that woman with Alfie.
No.
Clenching your jaw, you walked away but you had barely made a few steps when you heard a woman's laughter. Turning, you saw Alfie hugging a black-haired girl. She was younger than you and incredibly pretty. Slim and elegant, wearing a nice black fur coat. She was holding flowers in her hand.
"Alfie gave them to her," said your brain. He had obviously given them to her. You couldn't believe it. On the other hand, why not? That girl was cute. Alfie and that girl had every right in the world to be together, but...
Alfie saw you and frowned at the sight of you. Not angry, but curious as to why you were standing there in front of his distillery, looking at him, instead of milling around inside as usual. He kissed the girl's cheek goodbye and walked over to you.
"What are ya doin'?"
"Nothing! What are you doing?"
"I'm working. This is my place if you don't know."
"Work... yeah, I know those jobs. My brother Tommy does them all the time. Business, he called them. Arthur and John join in sometimes, too. Especially John."
"If you're trying to tell me something, I don't get it."
"I'm not trying to say anything, Alfie. But honestly, you disappoint me."
"I fucking what?"
"Isn't she too young for you, Alfie? How old is she? I hope she's over 18!" you exclaimed louder than you should have. "You're bringing her here? Camden Town is no place for women like her!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh, come on! I just saw her! That girl who just left! The one you were locked up in your office with! Ezekiel told me you didn't want me to come in. I can see why," you continued. You had stretched out your arm and pointed to where the girl had gone. Alfie got an amused smile on his face.
"Ah, that girl! Yeah, she's too young, indeed, yes. No, she's not 18 yet. She's 17."
"17! And you're laughing! It's despicable, Alfie! She's only two years older than Ezekiel!" you exclaimed.
"Yes, 17, still a child. Let me speak, luv, so we clear this up. That girl is my niece, right?, she's Goliath's sister, unbelievable that such a big boy could have such a delicate sister. The girl is my niece, Shelby, yeah. She came to see me to talk about her brother, because he's got a boxing match in three days. And yes, I didn't want ya to come in because it was a meeting between Solomons. Let me ask you something, even though it's obvious, are ya fuckin' jealous, sweetheart?"
You opened your mouth to answer, but you couldn't speak.
His niece.
"Oh..."
"Oh?" Alfie smirked. "That's all you gonna say? Let me tell ya something, sweetheart, I don't like girls I prefer women." Alfie ran his eyes up and down your body and you felt your cheeks burn. "Who would have thought ya could be jealous?"
"No? No! I'm not jealous. It's just that I thought that..."
"Yeah, I know what ya thought," Alfie interrupted taking a step forward, "you thought 'who is this girl, right?, Who's this girl that's in there with him, when it's me that's usually with him'? Deny it."
"That's not true..." you defended yourself. Alfie was so close you had to back away. That smile he had... he knew the truth. Yes, you were jealous.
"You're a fuckin' liar, Shelby," Alfie put one of his hands on your cheek. His palm callused, caressing your skin. You gulped when his forehead touched yours. "I fuckin' want to kiss you, sweetheart. So fuckin' much. But we're surrounded by people. My men must be watching..."
"Alfie..." you started to say, surrendered to him.
"Mmh?" Alfie moistened his lips with his tongue. He tilted his head to one side and watched the moment you closed your eyes. He did the same.
"I don't give a shit who's watching."
"Me too."
"And I'm not jealous," you muttered.
"Yeah, sure."
You were about to speak again but Alfie silenced you by placing his lips on yours. Finally. One of his hands went to your waist, the other pulled your face even closer to him. You put your arms around his shoulders, stroking his hair. He intensified the kiss.
.
"It's about time," Ollie said, watching from a distance.
"How much longer were they going to be dancing around each other?" asked Ezekiel, holding Odie in his arms.
"You've been here a few weeks. I've seen them interact for months at this point," Ollie replied. "God, I hope Alfie calms down now."
"The two of them are going to power up," Ezekiel maintained.
Ollie looked at the boy. He hoped not. Alfie couldn't be any worse, could he? It was a question he was worried about the answer to.
In the distance, Ollie watched as his boss and the Shelby girl, still kissing.
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idanceuntilidie · 5 months
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Baked with love
Yan gingerbread man x gn reader
I drew Flynn it will be at the end of the post <3
There are no warnings this time :3
Requests are open :D or you can just ask about the oc I don’t mind.
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Once upon a time there was a very old bakery, it was ran by a witch. It was very famous for its amazing sweets that were just too good to be true.  
The kind words and compliments weren't enough for the witch, she had feared her bakery will be overshadowed. To make sure that wouldn't happen she decided to create living pastries and cookies. 
It took her weeks, to perfect the recipe and design, it was finally time for the first ever living cookie. 
So, she created the gingerbread man, and that was the last time anyone had ever seen her. 
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There was an old bakery around the corner, quite popular if you have to admit. For a good reason, the lady that worked there did absolute wonders. 
She had a talent for baking. Today you decided to visit her and maybe buy few things. When you walked to the bakery instead of an old lady you met a stylish young man. When you went inside the bakery you could almost feel the magic that was probably present there. The smell was so welcoming and sweet, for some it felt like home, and it was hard to not agree. Though the interior of the place reminded you a little bit of your grandma's house. Small but cozy. Your eyes scanned briefly the delicious baked goods that laid out in the display, freshly baked blueberry and chocolate muffins caught your eye first. Then there was the best-looking apple pie you had ever seen, next to it were colorful macaroons, and so much more. 
It made your mouth water. 
There were new things also, you never knew Miss Sugar knew how to make candy. 
 When you were done eyeing up the treats that laid in front of you, you looked up, and instead of meeting the famous old lady you met a young man. His eyes widened, face getting slightly red. 
 "S-Sorry I did not mean to disturb you" 
he bashfully looked away. You chuckled at that, reassuring him that it was okay. 
 You took a closer look at the young man in front of you. He was dressed in such a fancy manner, wasn't he scared his clothes would get dirty? 
He wore frilly creamy blouse with fur? it was a very special look, but it looked well with the red bow and deep brown dress pants. Are those candies in his hair? Maybe they are charms, but boy do they look so real. You saw that he was looking at you again, but this time he tried to avoid eye contact. 
"Sorry for staring-" - you started rubbing your neck. 
"Nono it's okay really, you aren't really the first to do so..." 
"That doesn't make it okay, where is Miss Sugar? I thought she was the only oe working here?" 
He straightened his posture, for a second, he looked unsure what emotion should he show. He looked away; his hands rubbed his face. It took him a bit to face you again, his face filled with sorrow.   "Oh, dear you don't know? My aunt left us few days ago"   That sentence left you speechless. You didn't know Miss Sugar for that long, but she was such a nice lady and you felt really bad. Some part of you wished you visited the lady more. 
"I am so sorry for your loss..." 
He placed his hands on his chest, closing his eyes he said it was okay, when he opened them again, he smiled sweetly. 
 "Well now I am the owner and baker now, what can I help you with today?" 
 "I was wondering if you had f/p?" 
 "We sure do hang on" - he chirped and smoothly went to the room in the back. 
You smiled; glad he is dealing so well with the loss of his aunt. It looks like he enjoys the job too. You look around again, he didn't change the decorations maybe he had a sentiment for it? 
 "Here you go!"  
His cheery voice broke you out of your thoughts. 
 "Thank you uhhh?" 
 "Flynn"  
 "Thank you, Flynn, just a warning you will be seeing me around very often" 
 Flynn placed his hand on his forehead and dramatically sighed "Oh poor me" before laughing, you joined him soon enough. 
You paid for your treats and said your goodbyes with Flynn. 
 You were true to your word; you visited the boy almost every day. You two bonded quite fast. Flynn was very sweet, and when you were hanging around with him you felt so safe.  
Though the only weird thing you noticed was that every single time you asked him for something, he always went to the backroom to bring your goods. Flynn always knew what to bring you, sometimes it felt he knew you better than you yourself. 
 You sometimes wonder why the baked good he brings you have such weird ginger after taste. 
But it's okay it's probably nothing right? 
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How would Nobby react to Gordon? I could either see Nobby trying to impart wisdom onto the young engine only for Gordon to blow him off because “I’m the best engine ever” Or Nobby doing a double take because how did they get another pacific???? This backwater island that was begging to buy any locomotives just bought 2 large steam engines?? How???
Yeah, that pretty well nails it. Well, that nails everyone’s reaction ("How did they get another Pacific????" — and remember that the N.W.R. is acquiring more large engines circa 1922-3 than just Henry and Gordon. Somehow they got a whole shed full of 'em.) But Nobby in particular has some experience with Topham Hatt’s method of procuring engines… so his reaction might be more specifically "What is the catch with this one?" and "Wonder if Hatt actually went to inspect this one first or if this is yet another deal he struck sight unseen and just… hoped for the best." You know. Questions for the ages.
As for Gordon’s reaction to Nobby trying to boss him around impart pearls of wisdom, well, yeah, I think you’ve pretty much called it. I’d say for the most part Nobby, especially at first, would like to very much ignore Gordon. Nobby’s got not only the Furness engines but now all sorts of newcomers into their territory to keep track of (also they keep renumbering everyone so that’s a headache right there), the N.W.R. is not his responsibility and, as of the year Gordon comes, those engines come and go too quickly to bother with them anyhow. It’s not like the new Pacific doesn’t seem to be able to garner all the attention he wants from his own railway. 
BUT sometimes Gordon’s… high-spirited behavior must be checked for the sake of station decorum and when Nobby does intervene the tension is HIGH. Coz usually Nobby is only telling him something that a long string of people and engines have told him already, and Gordon would LOVE to loftily sweep his objections aside right along with everyone else’s. But… Nobby has two advantages that no one else around does:
1) Gordon comes installed with respect for preserved engines, they’re the only engines further up the hierarchy than, well, you know. Him. Hierarchy is very important in G.N.R. culture, it’s rigid, and at first no one Over Here thinks Gordon knows anything about etiquette, but it’s just that G.N.R. hierarchy is… different. Unlike, say, the Furnessians, Gordon doesn’t have to defer to humans in general, no not even drivers, or at least drivers-who-didn’t-distinguish-themselves-during-the-Great-Races (oh God, Gordon’s first Sodor driver had nerves of steel, raise a glass); he also doesn't have to respect older engines who are not his direct forbears; hell, at first Gordon manages to even rationalise away nearly half of Topham Hatt I’s authority (Gordon is great at rationalisation, he’s a genius at it). HOWEVER. Preserved engines do outrank him. Unequivocally. So when Coppernob reproves him, Gordon is FURIOUS but… he can’t talk back. But this is also 1920s Gordon, who WILL burst a safety valve before taking anything he doesn’t like. BUT this is a PRESERVED ENGINE. #$%^&@!!!!
So Gordon would fall lividly silent and glare at Nobby in a way that would unsettle or provoke any other engine (Nobby doesn’t give a shit) and just sail into a fuming bout of mental trigonometry, furiously trying to work out some sort of excuse by which he can decide Coppernob is an illegitimate member of what he regards as one of the most respectable clubs in the world. Unfortunately... he can’t do it. (Maybe if Gordon had known Edward Bury had been sacked as loco supe from the GNR after cheating the company, lmao. But I don’t think Gordon does know this.) SO HE’S JUST SO PISSED OFF. How did he get exiled to the middle of nowhere, AND SOMEHOW THERE’S A BOSSY ENGINE FROM THE RAILWAY BOOM ERA kept here in immaculate condition to purely for the purpose of annoying him??! It's — it's — 'disgraceful' doesn't even seem to cover it, somehow. It's like you need more words than that. Hmmm.
Anyway, somehow — even with his resentment topping out at 10000% — Gordon keeps his mouth shut. 
Which is stunning. I think the first time it happens, Gordon’s poor driver nearly falls off the footplate. Silence is golden, man. 
Nobby himself is a little surprised at how easy it is to check Gordon — unless his temper is maxed out (which is not in fact an everyday occurrence), most of the Seagulls give him WAY more lip, and 133 is currently running him ragged at every opportunity. He’s already observed that Gordon’s temper is equal to his own so was expecting one hell of an argument, not instant submission.
Now, it would take a heart of stone to not be tempted to use this unexpected superpower to fuck with the temperamental young thoroughbred...
... and Nobby ain’t exactly a saint, so he goes right on ahead fully enjoying the ability to yank Gordon’s chain. 
2) But after a year this is starting to wear off — like most new engines, Gordon’s "programming" is not impervious to environment and experience, and, when you chuck him to a railway clear on the other side of the country, it’s gonna start crumbling even sooner. As far as Gordon is concerned, he’s been exiled to the WILDERNESS, he had to put up with all manner of indignities (a goods train! a goods train!), the social contract is already in cinders so he does NOT have to put up with Nobby giving him unreasonable orders like "pronounce the 'r' in 'Furness'" and "don’t call your fireman a blasted fool in the middle of my station" and "say 'thank you' to our station pilot or I’ll have you sent back to Doncaster on five separate flatbeds" and "if I’ve told you once then this makes it twice, 'Furness' requires an 'r' sound in the middle, don’t make me say it again."
So things might have changed, but Nobby gets a second trump card up his sleeve after going to the Wembley Exhibition. Coz now he’s acquainted with the Flying Scotsman. And he can not-so-subtly remind Gordon, if Gordon is being especially absurd, that he may well be in a position in the future to tell tales about him to his famous little brother. Maybe even tells Gordon that Gordon can let him know if he has a message for Scotsman, next time he writes… (It’s only Columbine that Nobby exchanges letters with but Gordon doesn’t need to know that.) 
At the same time, Nobby kept Scotsman in line during all the months of the Wembley Exhibition by pointedly talking up what a responsible and respectable and restrained engine Scot’s older brother Gordon is, what a fine young engine, I see him every day back home, he’s the epitome of grace (or whatever other quality Scotsman is failing to demonstrate on that particular day). 
I expect in ’68 Gordon and Scotsman realized that the wily old crafter had bludgeoned them both by talking each other up behind their tenders to each other, instilling them with low-key inferiority complexes that lasted until roughly that minute. While never once saying anything nice about either of them to their own faces. 
(They laughed, but only Scotsman really let it go. Gordon would still get Nobby back for it if he ever saw an opportunity. Not like this consumes him, not at all, but he just, like, listen. He’s aware that there is a score to settle… and Gordon believes in revenge served cold.)  
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Hello my lovely, lovely Jul!
Could I please request number 10 with the Moon Knight system please?🥰
Thank you so much for your lovely request my lovely, lovely Li! If anyone wants to see (pr buy) the toy that's referenced to on the blurb you can see it here.
10. "You told me you wanted cliche, so I got you a teddy bear.”
Pairing: Steven Grant x reader (no pronouns but it's hinted that it's fem.)
word count: 547
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When you told Steven you should do a cliche Valentine’s Day you mostly meant a nice dinner and maybe some chocolates. Steven didn’t get that, and he went full overboard with it. You couldn’t complain, really, but you were not expecting it at all. Roses, chocolates, a surprise lunch sent to your work… Steven thought of every little detail swamping your day with love.
You met with him after work at your usual spot on the museum steps, carrying your various gifts with an easy smile on your face as you saw him quickly walking over to you. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” You greeted him, receiving him in between your arms for a quick embrace and a kiss.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” He said in between a couple more kisses. “How’s your day going?”
“So romantic!” You exaggerated, with big eyes and a shake of your head, making both you and Steven laugh. “You might win for the most romantically cliche Valentine’s day ever planned.”
“Ah well, we’ll see ‘cause I’m not done yet…” Taking a step back he pulled out a gift bag he had kept hidden behind his back.
“What’s this?” You asked confused. It couldn’t be possible that he had yet another gift for you.
“That’s the last surprise, I promise,” Steven assured.
“No way, Steven!” Your fake complaint reached deaf ears since he was already grinning in excitement waiting to see you opening your gift. “And I only got you a pair of snickers.”
“Hey…” His fingers reached for your hand, dark brown eyes looking deeply into you. “You make me so happy every single day, this was my turn to try and make it up to you.” You didn’t know what else to say to him. You only smiled, completely lovestruck, squeezing his hand before he let it go. “Open it!” Steven rushed, giggling alongside you.
“Alright, alright.” Laughing and nervous, your hands shake as you open the bag and tear the pink wrapping paper from it, but once it is all off, you let out a gasp of shock.
“You like it?” Steven looks for your eyes, not sure if the gasp was a good or a bad answer.
“Oh my god!” You whisper to yourself, not exactly answering Steven’s question.
“You told me you wanted cliche, so I wanted to get you a teddy bear...” Your eyes shot up to meet his, urging him to explain himself. “...I couldn’t find one who was good enough. We got those today in the gift shop and I just knew-”
“It’s perfect.” The softest, most beautiful cat plush emerged from the bag, held in between your hands as they combed its short fur.
“That’s Bastet. She’s the protector of women,” You couldn’t help the smile that came upon your face from Steven’s explanation. “She also represents love, and music, and dance, and all these beautiful things.” The toy gets forgotten for a second when you close the distance and wrap your hands around his neck, holding him close to you. “It was perfect for you.” He finishes sheepishly, lost in the way you were looking at him.
“I love it.” You finally confirm, and as if he still had any doubt, he sighed relieved. “And I love you, too.” Steven kisses you with a smile on his face matching yours, a quick but sure kiss that lets him know how much you mean it, and how much he loves you too.
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The Easter Bunny 2
"I can't believe Macy and her cluster of roaches broke the whole damn door down. They're only four and five-year-olds," Max grumbles as he surveys the garden shed doorway the next day. "I think the hinges need to be replaced. They're rusted as fuck."
"I'll buy new ones," Sophia says, glancing at you and raising an eyebrow.
Her puzzled expression basically asks "what's up with him?"
You shrug in response.
"Mama!" Macy hollers from inside. "My dolly is stuck in the toilet!"
"I told you not to play swimming pool in the toilet!" Sophia calls back. "That's why I bought the dolly's their own pool, remember?"
She turns to the two of you. "I should probably go rescue the dolls. Do you want to get started? I should probably begin cooking lunch as well. Think you can manage?"
Max grunts.
"We'll be fine," you say and make a shooing motion with your hands.
Once Sophia is gone you turn to Max.
"Care to explain why you've been a grumpy ass all morning?"
He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the shed, pushing you against the wall and planting his hands on either side.
"Do you know, I barely slept. I love Macy and all but I wanted to grab her by the scruff of her neck when she-"
"They didn't mean to break the door, they were just excited," you reason.
Max flicks one ear. "No, when they interrupted us."
"Oh." You gulp. "Yeah, that."
"Do you still... I mean, did you ever..." He trails off, looking tortured.
It's not often you see him at loss for words. You reach up and pet him, running your fingers through his fur. He sighs and leans into you. His muzzle rests against your shoulder, blunt whiskers prickling against your neck.
"Fuck," he whispers and his voice breaks.
"What is it, Max? You can tell me."
"I'm... So turned on right now," he mutters against your shoulder. "I've been thinking about what you said about being alone together. Did you mean it?"
"I did. I know I said it jokingly but I've always wished we could." You bite your lip. "Remember when we went camping last year? I heard you, um, jerking off one night. I couldn't help touching myself. Pretending it was you-"
Max grabs your hips, yanking you against him. "Fuck, that's so hot," he pants.
"I've never cum so hard in my life," you admit.
Max groans. "T-touch me, please?"
"I've never heard you beg for anything ever," you murmur. "I like it."
You trail your hand through his fur, feeling the subtle muscle definition of his chest and stomach, teasing his nipples until his fur gets puffy from the stimulation and he's trembling under your hands.
"Are you okay? You're not a virgin are you?"
"No," he gasps. "But its been awhile and when you touch my nipples like that... They get really sensitive."
He is tall enough that you don't have to bend to kiss the top left one, licking over the tiny bud, your tongue slicking the fur around it.
He lets out a choked gasp and you smirk. Your lips curve down when you remember where you are.
"Anyone can walk in on us." You remind him. "Sophia, Macy..."
"It's just about time for Macy's nap. And I don't care. I want you right now. No, I need you. Please?" His nose bumps against yours gently as he wheezes out a heated breath.
Your squeeze your thighs together, slightly thrilled at the idea of doing this right now. In a garden shed. Max is so needy, the sight of him alone arouses you as well. He's wearing pants tailored for his haunches and tail, so you reach for the button. He grabs your wrist, eyes flaring open.
"W-wait. I, uh... I don't exactly look the same as a human male down there."
"I know," you give him a gentle smile. "You have a sheath and a barbed cock. But the barbs are soft, right?"
"Yeah." He slowly releases your wrist and lifts his hips for you.
You quickly unbutton his pants and work them off his legs, taking a moment to fawn over his back feet. His toes are a little too large to be classified as toe beans but they're still cute. You raise your gaze to the spot between his legs. His furry sheath is the same color as his body, smaller than a werewolf's but with more girth. His balls hang snugly underneath, covered in slightly darker fur.
He begins to cover himself with a paw but you grab his hand.
"No hiding from each other," you instruct.
He whimpers and obeys but clutches your hand like he needs something to hold onto as he sits back on his heels.
"Can I touch you?" You murmur.
"God, yes! Please."
You reach out and touch his sheath. His hidden cock reacts immediately, throbbing and beginning to emerge, dripping and flushed pink. The barbs look less intimidating than you remembered from sex ed and when you run a finger along them, they feel more like pronounced bumps than actual barbs.
Max lets out a hiss and releases your hand to dig his claws into the already peeling floorboards. His stomach tightens as his cock unsheathes fully, slippery against your hand.
"Whoa," you murmur.
"It's okay if it grosses you out..." Max pants.
You suppress an eye-roll and lean forward, licking the slightly pointed tip and letting it slip into your mouth. Max lets out a hiss and his hips jerk wildly, shoving more of him into your mouth until his musky sweet taste hits the back of your throat. You gag in surprise and pull back slightly.
"Sorry! I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" He gasps, sliding a hand through your hair and pushing it away from your face.
"No. That just startled me," you murmur, engulfing him again, ready for any wild reactions he may give you.
But he seems to be holding back. You can hear the wood splintering in small pieces under his claws as you slide him into your mouth until your tongue tickles the base of him right at the opening of his sheath. The little barbs on his cock rub against your tongue and you concentrate on them until his hips break out of their short jerks and he's thrusting into your face again, making a low purring sound so strong his stomach vibrates with it.
As much as you love the taste and feel of him, his cock is too girthy and your jaw is already aching. So you pull up for air and kiss his tightened jaw. His hand wraps carefully around your neck as he licks his taste from your lips, moaning.
"Fuck... Can I touch you?"
You grin. "I thought you'd never ask," you reply.
His hand creeps under your shirt, his eyes lighting up. "No bra."
"Nope," you sigh, leaning further into his touch and inviting him to play with your aching nipples.
"Were you hoping something would happen?" He asks, pinching your nipples roughly as if he wants to squeeze the truth out of them.
"As much as I bet you were." You push him off balance so he's sitting and swiftly straddle him.
Both of you can smell your arousal and now that you're straddling him like that, he can feel that you have no underwear on. His pupils become rounder as his ears perk up. You smirk before your smile fades into a frown of concentration.
"Can you fuck me now, Max?"
"Yes," he murmurs, gripping your hips.
His claws are slightly chipped from digging into the floorboards and he has to be extra careful not to prick you with them as he struggles to keep them retracted in his paws. You help guide his cock into you, gritting your teeth at the stretch.
"I don't think I've ever felt so full," you sigh.
"You're so tight," he whimpers. "I could cum right now."
"Not yet," you gasp. "I want to feel you inside me."
You begin to rock, sliding back until his cock is nearly out of you, then letting it slip into you until the pointed tip is deep inside you and the barbs stimulate your walls. Your wetness and his pre-cum make everything so slippery so it's easier for him to fit inside you. The fur on his lower belly is getting damp from your mixed arousal but he doesn't care.
His head is thrown back, giving you a glimpse of his sharp fangs. You kiss the column of his throat and thrust your hips so he hits the sweet spot inside you. You cry out and your walls clamp around his cock.
"Fuck, I'm really going to cum," he whimpers. "Please? Can I?"
You thrust your hips faster, biting your bottom lip until it almost bleeds. You can feel body reaching the edge of the cliff and tensing up.
"Yes, you can cum," you gasp. "Cum for me, Max."
He doesn't need any more encouragement, arching into your thrusts and shuddering as his cock empties his seed into you. He lets out a small choked sound. Your own orgasm is mixed with the sensation of being stuffed full of cum until it's leaking out of you and you clamp around his cock, savoring the feeling of being so full.
Together you sink onto the floor which is hardly clean but neither are both of you at this point. You place your head on Max's chest and catch your breath. He purrs softly, curling around you contentedly. His cock slowly slips out of you, tucking back into his sheath.
Your phone buzzes and when you check, it's a text from Sophia:
You must be hungry from all the work you've done! Lunch is ready!
The text ends with a knowing winking emoji.
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This the first chapter of my new fic: Le Babouin Ivre! I'll post the whole thing in a week or two on Ao3!! Enjoy!
“Oh crap, I’m gonna be late for work…” mumbled Ren, his tank top littered with dust and stains.
The chihuahua was in no mood to go to work that day; he knew it would just be the same as everyday. His boss would complain about his resentful attitude towards the customers, he would only be paid at most $5 an hour, maybe a little more if he managed to pickpocket someone or find unclaimed change on the floors of the restaurant. The jaded canine knew all of his hard labor would just be enough to buy a frozen pizza, some Corona, some cans of caffeinated cola, and maybe a package of Kents. Ren sighed as he threw on his work uniform and went out to face the cruel, unforgiving world outside.
After five minutes of endless trudging and exhaustion from the burning sun, Ren made it to Le Babouin Ivre. His bloodshot eyes stared resentfully at the cheesy sign displayed for the whole world to point at and mock with no remorse. The sign depicted a baboon, horny as hell, scratching his ass and surrounded by what Ren thought were trolls. Obviously, they were supposed to be attractive ape women, but Ren cringed as he stared at their stupid grins and hairy armpits. As Ren watched the sign flash in neon colors, he failed to notice his boss, Mr. Walrus, flopping up to him.
“HOEK, YOU’RE LATE AGAIN!!!!” the plump walrus boomed, his voice almost successfully rupturing his fragile eardrums. “THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME THIS WEEK!!”
“S-sir, I can explain, really…” stuttered Ren.
“I DON’T WANNA HEAR ANYTHING! THERE’S CUSTOMERS WAITING FOR YOU TO SERVE THEM!!! GET TO IT!!!” yelled Mr. Walrus, his ivory tusks looking ready to strike Ren.
“Sir, what do I do again?”
Ren’s eyes lingered to the restaurant door, which was opening from the inside. A pudgy cat with red and white fur was walking outside in the scorching heat. A large sun hat adorned his head, and a checkered black and white work apron was tied to his waist.
For some reason, the walrus shed his irritation and replaced it with a calm tone.
“Stimpy, my boy! You are one of the fine cooks here at this wonderful establishment! You will create masterpieces, lad! Masterpieces, works of art, and treasures that will be consumed by grateful customers! Didn’t we go over this yesterday?”
“Sorry, I forgot…” the bloated cat said, regret and embarrassment overcoming him.
His emerald eyes then met Ren’s ruby ones.
“Who’s he?” asked Stimpy curiously.
“This is our waiter, Ren Hoek! You will hand him the food when you’re finished preparing it!” answered Mr. Walrus, eyeing Ren with a hint of disgust.
“Why, hello Ren! I’m Stimpson J. Cat, but you can call me Stimpy!” said Stimpy excitedly.
“Can I call you sometheeng more realeestic, like a fat bloated eediot perhaps?” said Ren, slightly smirking.
“GET TO WORK!!!!!!!!” screamed Mr. Walrus as his face boiled with rage.
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Glitch Version 1.1
Surprise! At long last, I’ve finally finished the revised version of my story from the Shadamy Zine! Get it? Version 1.1? Because it’s like a software update haha--
Special thanks to @w0lp3rtinger and @shadowsfascination for beta’ing this for me!
Summary: Shadow’s normally-flawless Chaos powers have been on the fritz lately, and he suspects his conflicted state of mind is to blame. Unfortunately, the situation only worsens when he’s around Amy Rose.
Cross-posted on AO3.
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Shadow panted and dodged left to evade a spray of pellets from Omega’s wrist cannons as he sprinted through the field behind Team Dark’s apartment complex. His ears picked up on the metallic snap of Omega switching his weaponry. He glanced back to see his friend had shifted to his inaccurate fireball launcher, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
“YOU ARE UNUSUALLY SLUGGISH TODAY, OLD MAN. ARE YOU PAST YOUR PRIME?” Omega leapt into the air to hurl a fireball toward Shadow.
Shadow gritted his teeth, then smirked. “Hmph. Last time I checked, only one of us can get rusty, and it’s not me.” He reversed direction and dashed back toward Omega, sliding under the fireball as he went. He stayed low and pressed his hands into the grass, then pushed himself up as forcefully as he could, kicking directly upward as Omega fell back down.
Normally I could do this easily, but today...
The kick knocked Omega’s hand loose in its socket, making him flail and curse. Shadow leapt to his feet and grinned. “Is that what passes for craftsmanship where you were made?”
“...SCHEDULED MAINTENANCE IS SIMPLY OVERDUE!” Omega sputtered, hurriedly snapping his hand back in place. “I AM THE ULTIMATE E-SERIES ROBOT. MY LAB WAS STATE-OF-THE-ART.”
“Eh...it’s no space station—”
Omega interrupted Shadow’s amused muttering by scooping him up in a ball and shooting him directly out of his arm cannon, clearly irritated. Shadow unrolled in midair, laughing softly as he slid to a stop some twenty feet farther down the field. Omega was generally less of a threat when he was annoyed.
“Oo, are they sparring? How exciting!”
Shadow’s ears immediately perked up at the cheery voice that chimed in. His eyes flicked to the side to see Amy saunter over to Rouge. His heart pounded a little, and it only accelerated when she waved an arm and encouragingly shouted, “Go Shadow! You can do it!”
“ORGANICS ARE EASILY DISTRACTED. DEPLOYING MISSILES.”
Shadow snapped his gaze forward again just in time to see Omega fire a barrage of his drill-shaped missiles into the air. Shadow focused energy in his palm. A drop of sweat slid down his temple. God...I hope it works this time... He wound up his arm. “Chaos...Spear!”
He swung his arm up toward the projectiles...and the Chaos energy fizzled out in his palm.
Terror gripped Shadow for a moment, but then he spotted the tracks of the missiles and chuckled in disbelief. He held still while they fell to the ground around him in a disorganized mess, their small explosions not coming anywhere near him. Shadow snorted and placed a hand on his hip, turning his amused gaze toward Omega.
“You know, Omega, if my aim were like yours, I wouldn’t openly call myself a ‘combat robot.’ Have you tried doing robocalls? Assembly line work? Whatever it is Orbot and Cubot do?”
Pride swelled in Shadow’s chest when he heard Amy’s bubbly laughter from the sidelines, pulling his attention away from the battle once more.
By the time he heard Omega’s enraged shout, the robot was nearly upon him.
“BEGONE, ULTIMATE NUISANCE!”
Uh-oh...
Shadow just barely avoided Omega’s dash punch. Omega didn’t quit, unleashing a flurry of furious strikes. Shadow kept moving, feeling panic rise in his gut as Omega’s clawed fingers nearly sheared off the fur on his cheek. This would be so much easier if I could use Chaos Control...
In a last-ditch attempt to buy himself more space, Shadow jumped back, then leapt over Omega’s head. Omega pivoted and swung an arm in an arc over his head, catching Shadow in the stomach. Shadow grunted as the wind was knocked out of him. He heard the whoosh of Omega’s other arm as it swung toward him. It collided with the back of his head with an ugly clang, making his ears ring. He let out an undignified yelp at the blunt pain. He was thrown a good fifteen feet before he landed face first in the dirt, sliding to a stop shortly after. He groaned.
“Oh, no! Shadow!”
Shadow cringed and just barely lifted his head. And Amy saw it, too. Great.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Omega pumping his arms triumphantly in the air. “ERADICATE!”
Rouge tsked and shook her head. “Now? Really?”
“I REIGN SUPREME ONCE MORE! YOU WILL NEVER RISE FROM THE ASHES OF YOUR SHAME AND HUMILIATION!”
“Shadow, are you alright?! Don’t worry, I know first aid!” Amy’s caring voice and actions easily distracted Shadow from Omega’s grandstanding. She carefully helped him sit up, then looked in his eyes with a concerned pout. “Where did you get hit?”
“Back of the head.” She visibly cringed and shuffled to sit behind him. “But it’s not a big deal, you don’t have to—”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have you fixed up in no time!” she interrupted. She started running her careful fingers along his scalp to look for a wound, gently pushing his sharp quills this way and that with the skill and confidence only a hedgehog could have. He relaxed and shut his eyes, protests forgotten.
Ahhhh.
“I’m not seeing any blood yet, so that’s good, at least...”
Shadow didn’t argue, too distracted by her calming tone to comment. Any pain he’d felt had already dissipated in the wake of her careful, comforting, unnecessary ministrations, ministrations that no one else on Earth would bother with for the Ultimate Lifeform. His heart swelled.
God...there’s no one like her.
All too soon, Rouge’s lower, sensual voice cut in. “Hey, Pink?” Shadow’s nose wrinkled in disappointment at the switch.
“Hmm?” Amy’s bubbly voice acknowledged the question. The gentle pressure of her fingers continued.
“You know Shadow has a healing factor, right?”
At this, her fingers did pause, making Shadow’s ear twitch in dissatisfaction. “What do you mean?”
Rouge sighed. Even without opening his eyes, Shadow could picture the way she was holding a hand to her forehead in exasperation. “It means any hits he got would’ve been healed by the time you got to him.”
“Wait...what?”
Shadow blinked his eyes open and turned to lock eyes with Amy. He covered his mouth to try and hide his fond laughter.
Realization crossed Amy’s face. She gasped, then glared with unintentional cuteness. “How long were you just going to sit there and let me do that?!”
He smirked, amused. “I didn’t want to interrupt. You seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”
She clenched her hands into fists. “That’s—you just—oo, you make me so flustered sometimes!” She puffed out her cheeks in irritation.
So cute.
Shadow couldn’t keep the smile off his face. She let out a “hmph” and sat back on her heels. She crossed her arms. “I see how it is! I only stopped by to lend you this anyway.” She handed Shadow a book, still holding her nose in the air.
Shadow inspected the book, then perked up. “This is...”
“That book about boxercise from my shelf. I know you look at it every time you visit,” Amy finished, looking proud of herself.
Shadow looked back up and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “You caught me. That’s really perceptive of you, Amy.”
She openly preened at the compliment. “I know you like martial arts, but what’s so interesting about boxercise specifically?”
He turned the book over to glance at the summary, then looked back up at her. “I didn’t notice it when we were younger, but the more I watch you fight, the more I see just how much you incorporate it into your style. You’ve been unstoppable lately and, well...I felt inspired.”
He tried to hold back his smile, knowing he looked a little goofy, but he couldn’t quite regret it when he saw Amy’s lips spread into a wide, charming grin, cheeks tinted an endearing pink. She clasped her hands in her lap and lifted her shoulders shyly. “Thank you, Shadow. That means a lot coming from you!” He nodded, and she hopped to her feet.
Shadow stood up to join her. “So where are you headed?”
Amy dusted off her dress. “I’m hanging out with Sonic later. I need his advice on something.” She let out a sigh and laughed a little. “We’ve been getting along much better lately. It’s such a relief.”
Shadow’s eye twitched. “Ah...right. Have a good time, then.”
He tried not to look disappointed. If Amy’s confused face was any indication, he didn’t do a very good job. She shrugged and ruffled his quills, then grinned. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Shadow. Thanks for being so sweet!” She started to run off, but she stopped a little ways away to call over her shoulder, “But you better not embarrass me like that again!” She stuck out her tongue at him, grinned cheekily, and dashed off. Shadow watched her departure with a fond, dreamy smile.
“Soooo...what was that?”
Shadow jumped a little and looked up to see Rouge smirking at him. He’d completely forgotten she was there. He looked away and started fixing his quills. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Mhmm. Is that why you just sat there and let Amy groom your quills?”
Shadow finished straightening them out and shrugged. “My head is covered in spines. Hedgehogs don’t get too many scalp massages.”
Rouge wasn’t convinced. “Hey, Omega, have you ever seen Shadow crush on anyone?” she asked, sounding mystified at the possibility.
“NEGATIVE. NOW UPDATING DATABASE.”
“I’m not—”
“Gotta admit, I’m a little impressed,” Rouge interrupted. “For a guy who’s never flirted before, that was pretty good. You even got her to blush! Who knew all you had to do was get hit in the head?” She scratched her chin in contemplation, making Shadow wonder how seriously she was considering the technique.
“But I wasn’t—I don’t—”
“HOW LONG AGO DID YOUR HEIGHTENED FEELINGS FOR AMY ROSE BEGIN?”
Shadow stared at him for a moment, then glanced back to Rouge’s curious face. He sighed in defeat. “It’s been a few months.”
Rouge let out an excited little noise, but Omega’s reply was what caught his attention. “INTERESTING. IT WAS AROUND THEN THAT YOUR CHAOS POWERS STARTED GETTING JAMMED. IS THIS CORRELATION OR CAUSATION?”
Rouge’s demeanor immediately turned serious. “What?”
“Ahhh...it’s not a big deal, buuut...” When they didn’t look placated, he cringed and sighed. “My Chaos abilities have always been tied to my state of mind. Sometimes when I’m upset or conflicted, it feels like some passages get blocked, and things don’t work right. Remember when Sonic and I had to fight the Biolizard in our super forms?” Rouge’s eye twitched the same way it always did when his near-death experience was brought up, but she nodded. “Amy had just reminded me of Maria’s wish, so I knew I was doing the right thing, but I’d been so sure I was supposed to destroy the Earth right up until that point that my thoughts were still twisted—by a man I’d grown to love and trust, no less. On top of that, I had to fight alongside a guy I couldn’t stand up until that point. AND we were battling my own prototype.” He rubbed his temples just thinking about it. “I felt pulled in two directions. That normally doesn’t happen because I try to stay serious and decisive, but that day, my systems didn’t work right, and we were low on rings—”
Rouge wouldn’t look at him. Omega was silent. Shadow moved on. “Anyway...I had to use my super form against Devil Doom, too, but by that point, I had a better handle on how my emotions interfere with my powers. I was just pissed by then, so I had no trouble staying single-minded that time. I could’ve flown around the whole planet with how purely indignant I was.”
He jumped when Rouge grabbed his shoulders. “Shadow the hedgehog, why the hell didn’t you tell me that?! Do you have any idea how terrified I was when you went super and flew into space like that again? I thought I’d lost—”
She stalled out, unable to finish her sentence. Her nails were digging into Shadow’s shoulders even through her gloves. He ignored the pain and calmly replied, “I didn’t know you well enough at the time. That’s why I’m telling you now.” He shut his eyes. “You know how I am about weaknesses.”
After a moment, Rouge sighed and withdrew one of her hands to point right at his nose. “Shadow, you can’t just walk around like this. You need your Chaos powers. What if you run into trouble again?”
Shadow went cross-eyed looking at her finger. He scoffed and brushed her hands away. “It’ll be fine once I get over Amy. You know I don’t get crushes...often.” Rouge and Omega’s silence spoke volumes. “And who’s going to give me trouble? Eggman’s been out of commission for years. Zavok and his gang mellowed out. Anyone else who’s stupid enough to mess with me is either arrested or dead.”
“SHADOW. AS MUCH AS I ENJOY COMPLETELY OBLITERATING YOU IN COMBAT, ROUGE HAS A POINT. YOU WILL BE VULNERABLE UNTIL THIS IS SORTED OUT. CONSIDERING YOUR HISTORY, I FEEL...CONCERNED FOR YOUR WELLBEING.”
Shadow blinked a few times, baffled. Omega, feeling concerned? He pressed his lips together. “Well...fine, but how am I supposed to do that? All I can do is wait it out.”
“I STILL DO NOT SEE THE CONNECTION BETWEEN ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR AMY ROSE AND A CONFLICTED STATE OF MIND. IT SEEMS SIMPLE TO ME. YOU WANT TO MARRY HER, CORRECT? ASK HER TO MARRY YOU.”
Rouge cracked up laughing, and Shadow sputtered, “Wha—no! I don’t! I mean, maybe someda—no! It’s just a crush, Omega! We’re not even dating!”
“SO GO ON A DATE SO YOU CAN ASK HER TO MARRY YOU.”
Shadow groaned and hid his face in his hands.
Rouge got the last of her laughter out of the way and leaned on Omega’s shoulder. “Might be a bit soon for that, but the big guy’s got a point, Shadow. Why not just ask her out?”
Shadow side-eyed her. “You’re kidding, right? Amy has always loved Sonic. She doesn’t like me.”
Rouge glanced down at the book in Shadow’s hands, clearly skeptical. “Are you sure...?”
“Of course I’m sure. What do you mean?”
“Let’s see...you ‘make her flustered,’ she observed you enough to lend you a book you liked and then came all the way over here just to give it to you, you made her blush...” she pointed out with a knowing smile.
Shadow crossed his arms and looked away. “That’s just Amy. She’s sweet and thoughtful with everyone.”
Rouge sighed. “I still think it’s worth a shot. Even if you get rejected, that’ll at least plant the idea in her head and help you sort out some of these conflicted feelings. The worst she can say is ‘no.’”
“No, the worst thing is that it could ruin our friendship. We’ve been hanging out a lot lately, and...she means a lot to me.” He looked away.
“So what’s your plan for your Chaos powers, then?”
“I’ll think of something.” Unwilling to continue the uncomfortable discussion, he added, “I have to get going. Chaos—” He stopped. Remembering how off-course he’d wound up the last time he used Chaos Control, he shut his mouth and decided to hoof it instead.
Before he could run off, Rouge piped up. “By the way...didn’t Amy say she’d ‘see you tomorrow?’ Where are you two headed, Casanova?”
Shadow pressed his lips together. “Don’t get excited, it’s not a date. We’re going out as friends.”
Rouge crossed her arms and shot him an unimpressed look. “You’re just going to take her out and pretend it’s a date, aren’t you?”
He narrowed his eyes, and her smug grin widened. “...That’s none of your business,” he grumbled, skating off. He could hear them laughing in the distance.
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Shadow chose to run to his destination the next day to calm his remaining nerves, which might’ve worked if he could run full speed. The slight tug holding him back wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else, but it was enough to make him wish he’d taken his motorcycle instead. Thankfully, he was still on time...barely.
“Cutting it close, huh, Shadow? That’s not like you,” Amy teased. She wore a casual yellow dress, a white sunhat, and a charming smile.
Shadow tried to breathe evenly through his nose so she wouldn’t notice how out of breath he was. “Good to see you, Amy. You’re dressed for the occasion.” He paused, then hurriedly added, “You look cute.”
Before he could regret the comment or worry that his feelings were showing, she brightened up. “Thanks! I love this outfit!” She wiggled her toes in her canvas sneakers. “I know you said we’d be doing a lot of walking, but I didn’t know we’d be going to the Westopolis Botanical Gardens. I’m so excited!”
Her enthusiasm was contagious. Shadow felt an easy smile cross his face as he led the way to the entrance. “So you really didn’t look it up, then?”
She shook her head. “I just followed the address you gave me. I didn’t want to ruin your surprise. This was such a good idea!”
Shadow felt his heart grow soft again. He chuckled softly. “That’s something I really like about you.”
“Huh?”
“I like how straightforward and honest you are,” Shadow clarified. “There’s no sneakiness with you. I can plan a surprise—” Not a date. “—hangout, and I know you won’t pry or feel tempted to snoop around for answers if I ask you not to.” His smile turned bittersweet. “I haven’t met enough people who are that honest and trusting. I really cherish it when I do.”
She was silent for long enough to make him worry that he’d gotten too intense over something so small, but when he looked over, her eyes were shining. She gave him a crooked smile. “Of course. Every good relationship is built on trust.”
Shadow’s heart pounded. He folded his ears back shyly at her word choice. “Y-yeah.” He gulped and tentatively held out his arm as they walked under the colorful canopy of flowers that formed the gate to the gardens. She happily linked her arm with his in response, and he had to resist the urge to let out a sigh of happiness. Contrary to popular belief, Shadow was quite fond of physical contact, and no friend of Amy’s was at risk of feeling touch-starved. The fact that linking arms made them look like a couple was only the icing on the cake for Shadow.
“So what made you choose this place?” Amy asked, her eyes darting eagerly along the flowers over their heads.
I wanted to take you rock climbing to impress you, but with my strength failing me, I definitely would have embarrassed myself.
“I had a few ideas, but then I remembered Westopolis added this place when they started rebuilding after the Black Arms’ attack. That...situation...doesn’t bring back great memories for me,” he managed with difficulty, “but it brought rebirth. It’s poetic that so much life could grow out of such an ugly situation, isn’t it?”
There was silence for a moment. He looked down at Amy, only to find she was staring at him, almost in...awe? He cocked his head. “Uh...Amy?”
She snapped out of it and shook herself off. “Right! Um...I just...” She bit her lip and looked away shyly. “I just think...you, ah...love flowers as much as I do! That’s all!”
If Amy were anyone else, Shadow would have thought she looked smitten. He chose to ignore her feelings for Sonic in favor of enjoying the moment.
“It’s great that such a nice place is free, too,” Amy continued. “You’re a cheap date, huh?”
He almost tripped at her words. “Ah, y-yeah. It’s nice.”
The two of them stepped out from under the floral canopy into a large clearing. Amy gasped at their surroundings. In the center of the open area was a clear pond. Shadow could see small fish and a few turtles swimming among the reeds and lily pads. A small waterfall fed into it from a sandstone rock formation. Branches hung low from wisteria trees, shading the clearing like lavender curtains. A wooden walkway ran along the outer edge and continued past the glade to connect it with the rest of the picturesque garden.
Amy pulled away to run over onto the walkway. Her grin was radiant. “This is so beautiful!”
Shadow strode over more slowly as he admired the scene, smiling softly at her enthused reaction. “I’m glad you like it. It really is nice, isn’t it?”
She nodded happily, and then her eyes lit up. “I have an idea!” She jogged along the walkway until she was right next to the rock formation. She placed a hand against it and grinned as he caught up to her. “We could get a better view from up there, don’t you think?”
Shadow scratched his chin and eyed the rocks nervously. “Are we supposed to go up there?”
Amy’s grin turned mischievous. She held her hands behind her back in false innocence and dug her toe into the ground cutely. “Wellll, I don’t see a sign, do you?”
Shadow smirked back. “You of all people, bending the rules? Who are you, and what have you done with Amy Rose?”
She snickered and dragged him over by his wrist. “Maybe you’ve been rubbing off on me a little,” she teased, winking over her shoulder. Shadow’s stomach did a flip.
Unfortunately, it flipped once again when he looked up at the rocks. I specifically chose this because it wasn’t rock climbing. What the hell happened?!
“Uh, Earth to Shadow?”
Shadow shook himself off to see Amy giving him a disapproving look. “Sorry. What?”
She nodded to the rock wall. “You’re not really going to send me up first, are you?”
Shadow cocked his head in confusion. She’s always been a leader. Why would she be nervous about... Then, she glanced down at her outfit and gave him a meaningful look. His eyes popped wide open, and he folded his ears back awkwardly. “Right. Dress. Got it.”
Shadow turned back to the wall and did his best to choke back his nerves before starting to climb. The going was slow; he still had some of his strength, but he definitely wasn’t in any shape to flip a truck the way he usually could. He grimaced and held in a grunt as he lifted himself without any of the ease he typically had.
Is this how normal people go through life? My Chao can climb faster than this!
He’d been hoping Amy wouldn’t notice, but those hopes were dashed when he saw her catch up to climb alongside him. He didn’t look to the side, afraid of the expression he’d find on her face. Concern? Sympathy? Judgment?
Well...probably not that last one, he reasoned. He focused on keeping his grip instead. The handholds weren’t too tough, but with the limited visibility and sandy texture of the wall, the footholds were more of a problem. His legs shook from nerves and fatigue. At least an indoor rock wall would’ve had solid holds built into it.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, his right foot slipped. The sudden lack of support wrenched his right hand off the wall as well. Panic gripped him. “Shi—”
“GOTCHA!”
Shadow’s eyes were clenched shut. He blinked them open to find Amy was slightly higher than him on the wall—though still low enough for modesty’s sake—holding herself up with one hand while hanging onto his wrist with the other. He hung there for a moment, thrown off and embarrassed, before she cut in. “Come on, it’s okay! We’re almost there!”
Shadow wilted and hurriedly put his foot in a more secure spot. He grabbed the wall again with her help and looked away. “Thanks.” He could see her nod and smile encouragingly.
Shadow hid his panting as best he could once he’d scrambled up to the top with her. He sat facing the garden and looked down at his lap, toying with his fingers bashfully. “Thanks again.”
Amy plopped down next to Shadow and kept her gaze on him. “It’s no problem, but you looked really uncomfortable on the way up. Are you alright?”
Shadow tried to brush it off, not liking her worried expression. “It’s nothing. My foot just slipped.”
“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have dragged you up here,” she added, clearly unconvinced. “I know Blaze is afraid of heights, so I watch out for her, too. Just let me know if you’re not comfortable doing something, okay?”
Shadow shrugged and smiled wryly. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about when someone as strong as you is with me. All that hammer swinging has really paid off,” he praised, hoping a compliment would diffuse the tension.
It worked. Amy grinned proudly and flexed one of her impressive biceps. “You’re damn right!”
He nodded, satisfied, and looked down at the scenery. “And you were right. It’s beautiful up here.”
Amy sighed dreamily. “It really is.” She paused for a moment before perking up. “Hey, they have your favorites!” she said, pointing to a sunny corner where lavender was shooting up from the ground.
Shadow’s eyes widened in surprise. “You remember?”
Amy snorted and waved it off. “As if I’d forget something like that! How can I live up to my name if I can’t even remember your favorite flower?”
“It does make sense,” Shadow agreed, trying to hide how flattered he was. He deliberated briefly before throwing caution to the wind. “And this place suits you, too. A rose is always at home in a garden.”
Amy stared at him for a moment, then hid her face behind her hands. Her body started shaking, and Shadow could hear her break down in laughter at the sentiment. He smirked. She tore one of her hands away to lightly shove him. “That was so cheesy!” she managed through her cackles.
Shadow chuckled softly. He admired the way her cheeks flushed red and her eyes watered from laughter. “I hope it wasn’t too painful.”
She shook her head, still laughing, and bumped her head against his shoulder. “I loved it.”
She shuffled closer and linked her arm with his once more. Shadow’s heart raced, then gradually slowed to a calm warmth at the contact. He rested his chin on top of her head. His mood soured a little when he thought of his own dishonest intentions about the “date,” but he reasoned to himself that his inner feelings weren’t what mattered so long as they were both having fun.
“I’ve always wanted to go to one of these,” Amy commented after a while.
She didn’t add anything else, but Shadow could guess what she meant. “Let me guess: you always wanted to take Sonic on a date here, but he never wanted to go?”
Amy suddenly pulled away. When Shadow looked over, her expression was indignant. “I wasn’t going to say that!”
Shadow just blinked, unsure of what to say. Amy huffed and shook her head. “Why would I go on about Sonic when I’m out with you? That’s rude!”
Shadow frowned, now fully confused. She’s mentioned Sonic around me a million times. It’s what she does. She has toned it down recently, I guess, but still... Unsure of what else to say, Shadow settled on a joke to try and lighten the mood. “Well, I hope I’m a decent replacement, at least.” He tried to smile, but it came out as a cringe.
Amy looked...hurt? Confused? Angry? Shadow couldn’t read her for the life of him. “I’d never compare the two of you.”
Shadow’s expression went flat. He stared off into space, completely stumped. What the hell does that mean?!
After a moment, Amy’s nose wrinkled cutely. “Do you want to get down from here?” she ventured, perplexed and concerned by his response.
Shadow snapped out of it and nodded. “Yeah. There’s a lot more to this place.”
“Alright!”
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The two spent the rest of the day admiring everything they could. The place was big enough that Amy insisted they’d have to come back another day to see it all, a suggestion that made Shadow’s heart soar. Much to Amy’s excitement, Shadow pointed out that the greenhouse close to the exit housed an adjoining aviary that he knew she’d like, and he was right; Shadow spent a great deal of time enjoying the sight of all the Flickies flocking around Amy the same way they always seemed to. Between their mutual love for nature, their easy rapport, and the way she appreciated his overly intense demeanor and sentiments in a way no one else did, Shadow couldn’t help but spend all day thinking of how perfect they’d be as a couple.
But we won’t.
And that divide messed with him all day. The rock climbing was the worst of it, but he tripped over seemingly nothing a few times because his muscles weren’t working right. He almost fell into one of the ponds when Amy told him how much fun she always had when they were together. She caught him in time, saving him once more and teasingly saying, “Don’t fall!”
Too late, he thought wryly as he gazed into her caring eyes.
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“We have to go out again soon, Shadow. That was super fun!” Amy hugged him tightly.
Shadow’s heart thumped for the umpteenth time that day. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “Yeah. Definitely.” When’s the last time anyone said that about a day with me? There really is no one like her. He reluctantly pulled away. “I’ll call you to plan the next one. I’ll see you soon—”
“Hold on!”
Shadow paused at the command. “Huh?”
Amy was holding her hands behind her back. She had a charming smile on her face. “Are you really gonna make me take the bus home?”
Shadow’s eyes widened. Nausea boiled in his gut at the thought of using Chaos Control in his current state. “Uhhh...”
Amy’s smile faded. “What’s wrong?”
Shadow flinched and returned to her side. “Nothing, I just...spaced out for a second.” He tried to ignore the light, giddy feeling he got when she took his hand. He closed his eyes and mentally sifted through his usual locations, only to find that they all looked even fuzzier than last time. A veneer of static obscured each one, as if they were weak stations on an old TV. He gritted his teeth and tried to go by how they felt instead, narrowing it down to the locations he associated with Amy. A familiar, domestic setting surfaced that had Amy’s aura all over it. He nodded. Here goes nothing...
“Chaos...Control!”
The yanking sensation he’d grown so used to was rougher this time, like they were being jostled through a usually smooth path. Shadow clenched his eyes shut. Please, please, please...!
The feeling stopped more abruptly than usual, almost making Shadow stumble. Before he could open his eyes, Amy’s amused voice floated in.
“Uh, Shadow? This is a little fast for me,” she laughed.
“Huh?”
Shadow looked around and blanched in horror when he realized he’d teleported them into his bedroom. “WRONG ONE! I WASN’T—JUST A SECOND! CHAOS CONTROL!” he sputtered past her laughter.
His hasty attempt landed them outside one of their favorite restaurants. He cringed.
“Well, I am kinda hungry. Is this your way of trying to spend more time with me?”
Shadow’s panic only grew at her teasing tone. “No, no! I’ve got it! Chaos Control!”
They appeared outside their favorite Chao store this time. While Amy cooed over the adorable Chao stumbling around in the front window, Shadow stopped and bent over, panting and sweating.
After a moment, he felt Amy take both of his hands. “Shadow? What’s wrong?”
Shadow slowly looked up at her. Her expression was twisted with concern for him. His limbs shook. “I’ll get you back! I can do it! Chaos...”
“Shadow, wait! I’m worried about you!”
“...Control!”
“Shadow!”
Just then, Shadow saw it. A flicker of static faded, leaving Amy’s porch clear as day for an instant. He headed straight for it with determination, but Amy’s scared words reverberated in his head, the care and love she’d shown for him yanking his mind off his task. The distraction swiftly jerked him off course, sending them down a rickety path to a much, much darker locale.
There was no smooth landing this time. The two of them fell in a heap. Shadow groaned and rubbed his forehead, then looked around. He twitched and instantly shut his eyes again. He tried to sift through the locations in his head again.
But every single one was blank. No pictures, no static, no pathways.
Shadow lifted himself up onto his hands and knees, drenched in cold sweat and fear. “I can’t do it.”
“What?”
He sat back on his heels and held himself. “I can’t use Chaos Control anymore. We’re trapped here.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and trembled, stuck in an internal cycle of fear, humiliation, guilt, and self-loathing.
A gentle hand rested on his shoulder, and a calm voice guided him out of his stupor. “Hey...Shadow? It’s alright! We’re going to be okay!” He anxiously peeked up at her reassuring smile. “We’ll get out of this. I know we will.”
“But—”
Amy cut off any protests by pulling him into a hug. “It’s okay.” She gently scratched his scalp, and he relaxed just as he had the day before.
After a long moment, she pulled back and looked into his eyes, still holding onto his shoulders. “What’s wrong, Shadow? What can I do to help?”
Shadow took a few deep breaths. I can’t tell her it’s nothing, but I can’t tell her everything, either. He bit his lip. “I’ve been having trouble with my Chaos energy recently. It doesn’t always work right.”
“Why? Do you know what’s wrong with it?”
He paused. “I’m...still working on that part.” She sighed and deflated. He lifted his shoulders, embarrassed. “I never meant to drag you into it like this, and I especially didn’t mean to drag you...here...”
Both of them examined their grim surroundings. Decrepit old castles stretched out along the horizon. The sky was a turbulent, cloudy blood red, and dull orange mist settled over the area. It was chilly but uncomfortably humid, and not even the slightest gust could be felt, as if the air itself was dead, frozen in time since they’d last been there.
Shadow clenched his fists. “Of course I got you stuck in Cryptic Castle, of all places! I couldn’t have stranded you in a worse place!”
“Eh.” Amy shrugged in a way Shadow felt was far too casual for their circumstances. She stood up and helped him to his feet. “It’s not so bad. At least someone can pick us up, right?” He tilted his head while she took out her phone. She typed something out, then waited. Her expression gradually soured.
“What are you up to?”
She smiled wryly. “I tried to text Sonic and Silver to see if they could warp us out of here, but there’s no service. Worth a shot, right?”
With another escape route cut off, Shadow deflated even further. She noticed and reached out to hold one of his hands in both of hers. “Hey! I told you we’d be alright, and I meant it!” she reassured him once more. “We survived this place just fine when we were 12 and 15. We can definitely handle this as adults.”
Her chipper, steadfast smile cut through Shadow’s doubts, even as his pessimistic side reminded him that he’d had Chaos powers last time. She started dashing along the rampart in front of them, pulling him along with her. “Come on! I think I remember the way.”
Things went alright at first. He had no problem grinding on the rails, and he could still ride the pumpkin balloons like last time. The two scanned the landscape as the balloon took them farther. Without Eggman’s robots and the Black Arms, Cryptic Castle felt empty. Shadow knew he should have felt relieved about that, but he couldn’t help but feel unsettled. He shivered and decided it was just his Chaos troubles and bad memories.
At Amy’s direction, they dropped down from the balloon, only to fall through a tunnel full of ghosts.
“EEEEEEK!”
Amy latched onto Shadow as they fell. He smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of ghosts.”
She glared up at him. “I am NOT interested in getting possessed again.”
They landed, and Shadow did a double-take. “Wait...‘again’?”
“It’s a long story.”
She dashed off. He could still keep up with her even with his sputtering stream of Chaos energy, but he’d be hard-pressed to say he was faster. Luckily, he didn’t have to admit he couldn’t break down doors and open the heavy false floors anymore because Amy immediately volunteered to do so, happy to demonstrate how far she’d come since she was a kid. Some routes had been blocked off by crumbling ramparts and fallen towers, but they found other ways. Shadow was actually feeling better with the progress they’d made until they hit a dead end...or at least, what should have been a dead end.
Shadow and Amy both stopped in front of a trail of red and purple fluid leading up to a higher platform. Amy made a disgusted noise, and Shadow frowned. “I can’t believe this slime has persisted so long. It’s been ten years now. Shouldn’t it have disintegrated?”
Amy held up her hands. “Don’t look at me, you’re the alien expert!” she joked.
Shadow shrugged, unable to argue with that. “Maybe nothing on Earth can break it down.”
He jumped into the slime trail to follow it up to a higher platform. After some hesitation, Amy followed, then shivered when she popped out next to him. “Eugh. At least those disgusting eyeball aliens are gone!”
“Still grossed out by those things, all these years later?” He shook his head fondly and kept running alongside her. “Some things never change.”
“Can you blame me?!” she protested. “They were giant living eyeballs with fangs! And the way they moved was just...UGH! Gross!” She wrung her hands out as she ran.
“Those were technically my kin, you know,” Shadow pointed out, charmed by her antics. “You don’t think I’m gross, right?”
“Of course not. You’re my favorite alien, Shadow!”
It was probably supposed to be a joke, but her charming smile and the silly compliment attached to it made him tip forward and fall on his face. He slid to a stop, then lifted his head and grumbled. Don’t tell me...
“Shadow, are you alright?! What happened?”
Instead of answering, Shadow rolled onto his back and lifted one of his feet. He focused on it, and it produced a quick yellow-orange flicker, only to fade out immediately. He knocked his heel against the stones beneath him and tried again. Nothing. His fists clenched.
“Shadow?” Amy tried again.
Shadow closed his eyes and stayed quiet. He waited another moment before looking up to see that Amy was reaching out her hand. He nodded and let her pull him to his feet, needing her strength more than he was willing to admit. He started moving forward again, manually reminding himself not to skate.
Amy’s eyes were wide with intrigue. “I’ve never seen you actually run before. Not like this.”
Shadow kept his gaze straight ahead, trying to ignore the way she was clearly holding back her speed so he could keep pace with her. “I fuel the rockets in my shoes with Chaos energy. When it comes to literally running, I’m out of practice.” His expression tightened. “I hardly ever think about it, but everything about me runs off Chaos energy. Without it, I’m—”
“Shadow the hedgehog, hero to the world and one of my favorite people,” Amy cut in, nodding definitively. “Your power isn’t who you are.”
“But everything I’ve ever done—”
“No buts!” she insisted, holding up a finger. “I was weak when I came here the first time, but I was still Amy Rose, just like I am now!”
Shadow slowly nodded. “Yeah. And I’m glad you were, because it took Amy Rose to turn me around that day.” She matched his warm smile with her own.
The two of them ran through the doorway of a much larger castle. They slowed down to take a look around. “Is this a dead end?” Amy asked, squinting around the dark room. “I know it’s been a while, but I definitely don’t remember a castle this big from last time.”
Shadow meandered toward a corner, feeling the floor creak under his shoes as he walked. The distant echoes were the only indicators of the sheer size of the room. Shadow strained his eyes in the dim light, just managing to make out various pieces of furniture—a decrepit old chair here, an overstuffed old couch there. Turning toward the dark wall on his right, he spotted a collection of objects. Once he got close, he recognized it as a pile of bones. He took a step back and stared down at it. His jaw clenched. I didn’t see any signs of life on the way in. How long have these been here, and how did they die...? The question hung unanswered in his head as he looked around, seeing more and more piles as he went—all humanoid. I should get Amy out of here. If she saw these, she’d freak out, he thought, focusing on Amy’s discomfort to avoid thinking of his own.
Then, he felt it.
A dark presence wormed into his mind, bringing an unpleasant, unnerving chill he hadn’t felt in ten years. His spines stood on end. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Pins and needles spread over his body, leaving him shuddering with an intense dread that warned him he was somewhere he shouldn’t be. He struggled to breathe for a few long moments, then snapped out of it and bolted to Amy’s side. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face him.
“Amy. We need to leave. NOW.”
She nodded silently, apparently sensing that now wasn’t the time to question him. They’d only taken two steps toward the door when sinister, invasive laughter erupted in Shadow’s head. He and Amy both flinched and stopped, and he could tell by the look on Amy’s face that the telepathy had been extended to her, too. They stared fearfully into each other’s eyes for another second before simultaneously sprinting for the exit. They were only a few steps away when a heavy door slammed shut in front of them, plunging the room into darkness. Amy took out her hammer and repeatedly bashed at the door, but it was far sturdier than the ones they’d broken through before.
“What’s the rush, little hedgehogs? You’re about to witness history.”
Shadow’s body shook as he and Amy turned toward the center of the room. Three red eyes blinked open, providing the only light in the room.
“Sh-shadow...is that...”
A frigid, whistling gust of wind blasted them from all sides, making them flinch and shiver. It died down as soon as it started, and Shadow opened his eyes with trepidation to find a ring of torches mounted on the walls lit with ghostly, pale blue flames. Shadow’s chest tightened painfully when the low light revealed someone he’d assumed he would never encounter again, one who he was woefully unprepared to deal with at the moment.
Shadow automatically stepped in front of Amy to protect her, powers or not. He swallowed with difficulty. “Black Doom? How?! I destroyed you years ago!”
Low, condescending laughter echoed in Shadow’s head, making him wince. “How quaint. You think you’re the only being capable of Chaos Control! Have you forgotten where you got your abilities in the first place?”
Shadow’s eyes widened. “But...that’s impossible! I blasted you! I saw the explosion!”
“You saw the explosion...” Black Doom’s eye flashed a foot from Shadow’s face quickly enough to make both hedgehogs backpedal a few steps. “...but did you see my body afterward, Shadow? You cannot avoid the truth!”
Shadow gritted his teeth, unable to deny it. He took a deep breath and stood up straight once more, unwilling to show his enemy an ounce of fear. He tried to keep his voice steady as he snapped, “What are you here for, Black Doom? Your army is finished! Your comet is destroyed! You’ve been hiding away for ten years in this ruined castle like a scared cockroach. You have nothing!” he finished, sweeping his hand to the side in a decisive motion.
Doom’s unsettling laughter returned. His body flickered out briefly, but it glowed more brightly as his eye shot back behind him. “A decade is nothing to a perfect, immortal being like myself. I may have lacked the means to return to full power thus far, but that is about to change...and I have you to thank for it, Shadow the hedgehog.”
Shadow shuddered at Black Doom’s words. He could hear Amy’s concerned whimper behind him. He hid his apprehension behind a show of bravado. “What are you rambling about now, Black Doom? Don’t waste my time!”
“Don’t you know? The bigger my army, the more power I can draw from them. I can gain all the strength I need by draining Chaos energy from my subjects, right down to the last drop.”
Amy’s disgusted, indignant voice rang out. “You’d feed off your own people? That’s horrible!”
“Typical inferior life form. A leader of a truly superior race does whatever is necessary to survive.”
Shadow felt the same disgust as Amy, but he choked it back and grinned smugly instead. “News flash, Black Doom: I obliterated every one of your spawn! You’ve got no one left to feed on!”
The voice in Shadow’s head turned snide and giddy, rising in pitch and making Shadow’s skin crawl. Black Doom’s body faded out for a moment. “Oh, you poor fool...naive, ignorant fool! How wrong you are!” His body flickered back in, looking more solid than ever. “One of my offspring does live...and he has just saved me the trouble of hunting him down!”
Shadow’s heart stopped for a moment, and his eyes went wide. Doom’s hand sped in his direction to try and grab him.
“Shadow!” Amy cried, grabbing his arm and yanking him out of the way. She dragged him behind one of the dilapidated couches and knocked it over so they could use it as cover. She pulled him down and crouched beside him.
“Are you alright?!” she hissed, taking his face in her hands. When he nodded, she let out a breath of relief. She looked back up at Black Doom. “We need to be careful, but he’s weaker than before! You can see his body flickering and fading out every so often, can’t you?” Shadow hesitated but nodded once more, and she gave him a confident smile. “He’s weak! We can do this, Shadow! Together!”
Shadow wasn��t so confident. He winced. “But...I...”
“Relying on a lower life form for protection? You have only grown more pitiful with time, Shadow. Absorbing you will be an act of charity. Swift Strike!”
Remembering how to deal with the ground-bound attack from their last bout, Shadow listened for the low swiping sound it made and turned to Amy. “We need to jump in three...two...one...NOW!”
Both of them leapt into the air on Shadow’s mark. The sickle-shaped projectile sliced through the couch they’d been using as a shield. Amy was right; in Doom’s weakened state, the attack moved so slowly that it could hardly be called “swift.” Even with Shadow’s hampered speed and strength, he cleared it without any trouble. In his pride at having dodged the attack, however, he failed to notice the way it bounced off the wall behind him. Amy noticed the movement in time to evade it with a hammer-jump, but it swept Shadow off his feet and bolted painfully through his nerves. Pain seared through his muscles, making them lock up.
Amy was by his side in an instant. She took him in her arms and helped him sit up. He groaned and held a hand to his head. “This was a lot easier last time.”
“Why? Because Sonic was with you to help out?”
“HAH!” Shadow barked in amusement. “No, Sonic was useless. Last time, I had a submachine gun.”
“Take this! Flame Wave!”
The attack was too swift for either of them to get out of the way this time. Knowing what was coming, Shadow turned his back to the fireball and pulled Amy into his arms to protect her. He gritted his teeth to hold back his cry of agony as the flames seared his flesh, eyes going wide and watering in pain. Amy gasped and cried out into his chest fur.
“Shadow...Shadow, no! Why’d you do that?!”
Her voice was shaking. When she looked up, he could see tears in her eyes. “I’ll heal!” he blurted. “You don’t have a healing factor like I do. I’ll be alright!”
But the burning in his back didn’t subside. The two of them ran to the side to avoid further fireballs. He knew his healing factor wasn’t working right, and judging by the sound of Amy’s strained whimper, she knew it, too.
While the two of them were busy dodging the main body’s attacks, Doom’s Eye flew into their path to try and intercept them. They flinched, but then Amy cried out, “SLIDE!” She used her momentum to slide under their opponent. Shadow instantly followed her command, narrowly avoiding the eye’s grasping arms as they lashed downward, splintering the floorboards behind him. He peeked fearfully over his shoulder.
Since when do the body and the eye attack at the same time?! He may be weak, but he’s just as dangerous as ever!
Amy yanked him to his feet and clung onto his arm harshly as she pulled him along. “Shadow, we need to take him out. We have to before—” Her words got caught in her throat, so she moved on. “What’s his weakness? What’s the best way to take him out?”
Shadow breathed heavily and tried to quell his panic at the unfamiliar sensation of prolonged pain from the burn on his back. “His...his body isn’t always tangible. It fades in and out. His eye is much more vulnerable.”
“Got it.”
“BEGONE!”
Doom’s loudest shout yet reverberated in Shadow’s overwhelmed mind, making him stop in his tracks. Amy pivoted and doubled back. She stood her ground in front of Shadow, brandishing her hammer once more. As Black Doom fired small violet meteors at them, Amy skillfully deflected each one with powerful swings. After the first few, she successfully started knocking them at Doom’s Eye with deadly accuracy. The eye zigzagged deftly to avoid the first few, but Amy adapted, anticipating its movements. It shrieked in agony once the meteors started hitting their mark. His body stopped immediately and phased forward to loom over her.
“What is this life form, Shadow? Some kind of pet?”
Doom’s snide tone and words made Shadow want to tear him to shreds, but Amy spoke up first. “Who do you think you are?! You’ve seen me before!”
“As if I would remember such a lowly creature. You will pay for your impudence!”
With that, Doom’s Eye rushed forward. It raced forward and phased right through its own body, then emerged to hang over them, arms outstretched. When it lashed out, Amy swung her hammer forward in a desperate attempt to defend herself. The eye latched onto the head of her hammer and flew straight upward, making Amy scream in alarm.
“AMY!”
Shadow was powerless to help as she was lifted out of reach. Even at his full strength, he couldn’t have jumped nearly high enough to reach her. She held on tight to the handle of her hammer and looked down in terror, knowing a fall from that height could seriously injure her...or worse. Shadow felt himself quiver in panic and helplessness.
Black Doom’s body struck before Shadow could even see it. His clawed hand wrapped painfully around Shadow, pinning his arms to his sides. It slammed him high up against a wall, breaking off several planks of wood. Shadow barely registered the distant sound of the planks colliding with the floor far below him. He groaned, dazed.
“Now, the ritual can commence at last,” Black Doom said, his tone menacing. “I have been looking forward to this moment every day since your betrayal.”
Shadow struggled weakly in his grasp and frantically tried to think of a way out. I don’t have my strength. I don’t have my speed. No Chaos Control, no Chaos Spears...I have plenty of energy, but all my channels are blocked. Even if I took off my limiters, I still couldn’t access it! He’d never felt so helpless in his life. He could see Amy hanging on stubbornly below him, but he knew her grip couldn’t last forever. She looked up at him, eyes plaintive. He could see her mouth the word ‘sorry,’ as if it were somehow her fault that they’d wound up like this. His heart broke.
He snapped out of it when the clawed hand tightened its grip, making Shadow gasp in pain. Black Doom spoke up once more, his tone growing more insidious with every word. “I want you to know that I’m going to savor every moment of your suffering. I hope you spend your last moments thinking of just how weak you’ve become.”
With that, Shadow snapped. Determination raged through his veins. “You’re wrong, Black Doom. I will never be weak.”
“What?”
Shadow stared him down, fearless and confident. “I am Shadow the hedgehog, the ultimate lifeform. And I DO NOT. GIVE. UP.”
With that, Shadow bared his fangs and did the only thing he could think of.
“OWWWW!” Black Doom screeched, immediately dropping Shadow. “You insolent little—did you just bite me?!”
Shadow ignored his cries and kicked off the wall as hard as he could. He ripped off his gloves as he plummeted, then slashed his claws across Doom’s Eye. It let out an earsplitting screech and released Amy’s hammer. Shadow latched onto one of her feet as they fell. “Propeller hammer, propeller hammer!”
She followed his hasty directions and immediately spun her body like a top to slow their descent. Shadow landed lightly on the ground and caught Amy in his arms as she fell the rest of the way. They stayed that way for a moment, panting and trying to calm down. Eventually, Amy looked up at him and let out a dizzy, breathless laugh. He couldn’t help but follow suit.
“You have defied me for the last time!” Doom roared, making them jump. His eye was squinting and cringing next to him, trying to shake off the hit. “I gave you life! I gave you strength! You would be nothing but a powerless whelp without me. What gives you the nerve to turn against me?”
“My strength lies elsewhere, Black Doom.” Shadow breathed deeply for a few moments. He braced himself, squared his shoulders, and declared, “And I will never, ever let you hurt the woman I love!”
“What?!”
Immediately, Shadow felt the channels of his body unlock. Chaos energy flooded through his veins, nerves, and muscles. He felt life and vitality race through him, and a tingling sensation tickled his back, erasing the pain from the burn. His entire body fizzled with warmth. Shadow breathed out slowly, then opened his eyes. He didn’t look down at Amy’s expression, afraid he’d lose his resolve.
Excess Chaos energy sparked over his body, making his fur stand on end. He felt it run over and through him, begging to be let out. He stared Black Doom down and gave him one last heated glare. “It’s time to finish what I started ten years ago. Chaos...BLAST!”
Energy ripped its way out of Shadow, flying out of him faster than the eye could see. Windows shattered, walls splintered, and support beams snapped like matchsticks from the blast. The heavy door was blown off its hinges. Black Doom barely had the chance to yell before he was burnt to a crisp, eye and all. Shadow carefully watched the explosion incinerate his foe, ensuring there truly wasn’t anything left this time.
“Uh, Shadow?!”
Amy’s frantic tone reminded him of their location. He turned on his heel and sprinted out the door as the roof creaked and caved in. Rafters and ceiling boards fell behind him, flanking his escape as his speed finally returned to him. He skated furiously along the ramparts leading away from the collapsing castle and shouted, “CHAOS...CONTROL!”
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Shadow skidded to a stop just outside Amy’s house, letting out a relieved exhale when he found he’d gotten it right at last. He only snapped out of it when he heard Amy’s own breathless laugh. He flinched when he realized their position.
“Ah—sorry! Sorry, I...” He trailed off and gently placed her back on her feet.
She giggled. “I don’t mind.”
The last few minutes came rushing back in for Shadow. He twitched in embarrassment. “Uh, about that...that thing I said...I didn’t mean—I mean, I did. I just—!”
“Shadow, it’s okay!” Amy insisted, holding up her hands and smiling awkwardly.
“No, I know it’s not!” he jumped in. Now that Amy wasn’t in his arms, he found he had nothing to do with his hands, so he held them behind his back. “I know you don’t—well, everyone knows you like Sonic.”
“Shadow.”
“No! I—I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I can—”
Before he knew it, Amy had taken his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. Floored, Shadow froze. After a few seconds, he slowly recovered and returned the kiss. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do, so he gingerly placed his hands on her hips and matched her warm, reassuring motions as best he could.
She pulled away all too soon and pressed her forehead against his. She giggled shyly.
He gaped like a fish. “Uhhh...so...”
She rested her arms on his shoulders and grinned. “I like you, too.”
His eyes were wide. “You do...?”
She snickered and nodded, biting her lip in amusement. “Of course! How could I not?”
He pulled his head back. “And...you knew I liked you, too?” he asked, glancing away in embarrassment.
She held a hand over her mouth to hide her laughter. “People always tell me you’re hard to read, but you’re kind of obvious about this.”
He cringed in defeat. “Yeah. I’m kind of new to this. Dating, I mean.”
“Honestly? So am I,” Amy admitted with a shrug. “That’s why I asked Sonic for advice.”
Shadow side-eyed her, amused. “Sonic, giving you love advice?”
Amy toyed with her fingers and smirked. “It’s kind of funny, isn’t it? But I got over him a few months ago, and we’ve been getting along much better since then.”
“Ohhhhh...that explains a lot.” Shadow sighed. When he noticed Amy was looking at him oddly, he scratched the back of his neck and moved on. “So what was the advice?”
“Well, you know how you and I have been going on dates lately?”
Shadow’s eyes bugged out. “You mean you thought of them as dates, too?!”
Amy just looked confused for a moment. She burst out in laughter. “Shadow. You took me to a botanical garden. There’s literally nothing else more romantic than that!”
He crossed his arms, feeling defensive, but he found he couldn’t argue. “What was that advice again?” he asked, trying to push the conversation along.
Amy wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. “We kept going on obvious dates, but you wouldn’t kiss me. It seemed like you liked me, and I definitely like you, so I kept dropping hints, but you still wouldn’t do it.”
Shadow’s face was blank. “I don’t do hints.”
“Yeah...Sonic said that, too.” Amy smiled sheepishly. “He told me to stop being so traditional and just grab you and kiss you. I thought that was a terrible idea.”
Shadow brightened up. “I think it’s a great idea. You should do it again.”
Amy laughed and pulled him into a hug. She buried her face in his chest fur and just cuddled there for a while. He held her close, feeling more relaxed than he had in months.
Amy’s face brushed against his fur as she looked up at him. “So are you ever going to tell me what was up with your Chaos energy? Why did it come back so suddenly?” She half-smiled coyly. “Does it have anything to do with me?”
Shadow averted his gaze and coughed. “You kind of...drive me crazy, you know that?” Her smile grew. He pressed his lips together. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you the whole story—” He held up a finger. “But—you’re not allowed to tell Sonic he’s faster than I am.”
Amy matched his grumpy frown with a bright smile. “Deal.”
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More Rogues Animal Headcanons!
Black Mask
He doesn't like animals after racoon bit him when he was child so he never saw a reason to get one
However, one of his business partners said he got wolfdog pup to give and he thought it would efficient to get it trained so he bought it
Turns out it's a boy, Roman however doesn't want to really name it, it's just extra security
Wants to teach him himself so it would only listen to him
It's harder since the pup is playful and it's really annoying; at least he manages to teach him some tricks
One time while being annoyed pup puts his head on his lap and while not sure how to feel he just pets him
It's nice
Slowly gets used to him and buys a toy so he can have something to do while Roman is working
He LOVES the toy and Roman cannot help but smile at it; starts covering him with toys and snacks
Of course only if he does his training good
Wants to get him a collar to take him on walks but he realizes he still haven't named him; goes with Sergio since it means guardian
He keeps getting bigger and looking more scary which Roman is happy about
Would praise him for doing good job
While petting him he realizes how much he likes him and is like... shit
Won't admit it but loves this dog
He would be professional while around people but when it just two of them he is giving him full body cuddles and calling him a good boy; ONLY one who is allowed to see it is S/O
Thinks about getting Sergio with some nice lady so he can have pups; doesn't matter you should castrate dogs, he would never do this to his boy
Joker
I read on other blog that Joker would has Pomerian with a gun and I agree; even made a drawing of it so I will develop the idea
His name is Jester, he just found him yapping after him whenever he went so he was like "Ok, I'll take you!"
He paints his fur green on his head and tail, might even use animal friendly lipstick on him
Built him his own gun where all he has to do is bite to shoot people, would be very proud of him for that
When Batnan took dog away he leaved him with many scars, Bruce doesn't get close to that dog after that
Gets really affectionate with him, more then with Harley
She hates that dog and got it shipped away; Joker got depressed after that and she tried to make it better
That until they hear familiar yapping and see him running towards them
"Jester!"
They run towards each other in slow motion.
"Good boy, you came back!"
"Oh yeah... yupie." Harley isn't very happy.
Two Face
I'm ripping off Littles Pet Shop because I'm giving him black and white chinchillas
He had a dog when he was younger and didn't expected to have anything else
That is when he accidentally stumbled onto these randoms
Was confused but they seemed friendly, might ran away from pet shop
The black one attached henchmen that wasn't delicate with her and it made Harv laugh
Flipped a coin and that how they joined the gang
White is Salt while Black is Pepper; listen, he isn't know for his originality
Harvey likes reading while Salt sits on his shoulder, she always like to cuddle
Meanwhile Pepper always want to bite people so Harv would send her after people who annoy him
They're different but are stressed when not around each other so he always makes sure they're together
It's hard to take him seriously when he has both of them on his shoulders but gun makes it better
They're his little furballs
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I had a bunch of errands to run today, and absolutely nothing went right lol
it rained so hard almost the entire time, so I was soaked like 30 seconds after leaving the car for the first time - when I left, it wasn't raining that hard so I figured a hoodie would be enough. it wasn't. I later noticed that there was an umbrella in the trunk, but by that time it was too late lol
the most important thing was picking up my prescriptions from two different doctors. when I got to the first one, the sign said they closed two hours earlier. I went in and up the two stories to the office anyway because I figured I'm already here, and at least it's dry inside, so might as well check. and they were actually still open! so that was good. that was the only thing that went well, haha
then I got to the other doctor's office. it's not actually my doctor - that one is on holiday, so I had to get my prescription at this other place. I've never been there before. the sign said they'd close about 10 minutes after I got there. but they were already closed. I rang the doorbell, I called the number on the sign, just in case someone was still there. nope, nothing. awesome! that was the important prescription! I couldn't make it any other day this week so it's my own fault that it was this late, but now I only have enough Colestyramine until Saturday. if I can get the prescription on Monday, I'll probably get the medication on Tuesday. that sucks. but it'll (have to) be fine, I guess. ugh.
everything after that went wrong too. I had an embarrassing interaction at the bubble tea store (with a guy that I guess I have a bit of a crush on maybe? so it's kinda embarrassing every time. but it was worse this time because I've been there like 20 times already but I misread the sign anyway and felt soo stupid, then blamed it on my glasses being wet from the rain, and he offered me napkins to clean them and I said that'd probably just make it worse haha and then I wanted to die :) )
it stopped raining a few times, but every time I left a building it had gotten even worse than before. I didn't find most of the things I wanted to buy. I had to wait five minutes at the gas station because the guy in front of me just did not come back, and there was a lorry/truck behind me so I couldn't do anything about it. I stepped into a puddle and I was wearing sandals because I thought it wouldn't rain too much. paying with my phone didn't work in exactly one of the stores I went to, but I had gotten too confident that it would work everywhere, so I had left my wallet in the car and had to run there in the rain to get it.
I had promised my mother I would drop something off (and I really wanted to get rid of it because it has been in the way since we moved here and it made me mad every time I saw it), so I had to go there, but my clothes were completely soaked so I was cold and annoyed, and I forgot to eat so I was super hungry and just wanted to go home. it took two hours because she wouldn't stop talking.
I did get a couple 40 year old wooden index card boxes from her basement though! she didn't even remember she had them. I saw them a few times like 10-20 years ago and I guess this is the kind of information my brain thinks it should keep 🤷 and I saw some fabric that she wanted to get rid of, so now I've got that to practice sewing on! and some empty glass jars that were the exact size and shape I've been looking for. so I guess it was worth it in the end! still very annoying though.
oh!! I mentioned the other day that her cat had probably been killed by an animal. well. she turned up a day later! she had hidden between the shed and a bush, so they couldn't find her. she's okay! just a few scratches and missing bits of fur, but nothing deep. she's doing pretty well considering (the vet said she's more affected than a healthy cat would be because she has ataxia, which is also why it's incredible that she was able to get away!)
the good thing is that my mother has said she won't let her outside on her own anymore. she still lets her other (healthy) cat out, but she's old and stays in the backyard too.
the vet also said it was probably a raccoon that attacked the cat. apparently they've been getting pretty aggressive here lately. and the neighbour has had raccoons in her attic a bunch of times, so it seems pretty likely.
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