#tails can spin dash

[lore-of-mobius]

Everyone Can Spin Dash

So some people have complained in the past that Amy Rose can do a spin dash, and say she shouldn't be able to and that only Sonic should be able to. But they ignore that in universe basically everyone can do a spin dash or spin while jumping.

For example, in spite of it's flaws Sonic Prime shows Sonic teaching alternate versions of his friends how to spin dash and they do just that.

Second in Sonic Heroes we get to see basically everyone spin around such as when they jump in the air. In Sonic Speed Sim which is canon everyone you play as can spin dash.

But the main and primary one is the fact Knuckles and Tail specifically can spin dash as seen in their various appearances throughout the games. Something nobody brings up or complains about when saying Amy shouldn't be able to spin dash and that only Sonic should be able to. One could easily argue if limitations should be placed on who all can do a spin dash, Amy should be able to and Tails shouldn't be able to.

So yeah everyone including Amy can perform a spin dash.

[strayingawayy]

the great kitten swap...

where minho's little girl's beloved kitty gets lost, and he can't see his baby girl upset now, can he?

the living room was alive with the sound of tiny, gleeful giggles as sora darted around the couch, her three-year-old legs moving as fast as they could. her cheeks were flushed pink, and her tangled hair bounced with each step. in her sights was her constant companion, a mischievous kitten named nari, who dashed out of reach like it was all part of the game.

minho leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee, his lips quirking into a smile. beside him, you were flipping through a book, though your attention kept drifting to the scene in front of you.

“she’s going to tire herself out chasing that poor kitten,” you murmured with a chuckle, nudging minho.

he hummed in agreement, though his grin widened. “nari seems to enjoy the attention. they’re like two peas in a pod.”

but that peaceful, happy moment was short-lived.

⠀ ‎ ♡^᪲᪲᪲...

it started the next morning. sora wandered into the kitchen, clutching her leebit plushie , her eyes wide and worried.

“papa,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “where’s nari?”

minho stiffened, his coffee cup halfway to his mouth. your gaze snapped to him, a silent exchange passing between the two of you. he cleared his throat, crouching down to sora’s level.

“maybe nari’s playing hide-and-seek,” he offered, his tone far too casual.

sora frowned, her lower lip wobbling. “but she always wins.”

you sighed, crouching beside them and rubbing sora’s back soothingly. “don’t worry, sweetheart. we’ll find her. she probably found a really good hiding spot this time.”

but as the day stretched on and there was still no sign of nari, panic began to set in.

⠀ ‎ ♡^᪲᪲᪲...

for a week, minho scoured the neighborhood, asking neighbors and checking every nook and cranny in and around the house. you called shelters, posted online, and even stuck up flyers. but nari was nowhere to be found.

sora, meanwhile, grew quieter by the day, her usual sunny demeanor dulled by the absence of her best friend. it broke your heart.

one evening, as the two of you sat on the couch brainstorming what to do, minho suddenly snapped his fingers. “i have an idea.”

you raised an eyebrow. “should i be worried?”

he smirked. “when are you not?”

⠀ ‎ ♡^᪲᪲᪲...

the next afternoon, minho arrived home with a small carrier in hand. when he opened it, out stepped a kitten—a near-identical twin of nari. you stared at him, equal parts impressed and incredulous.

“minho, is this…?”

“nari 2.0,” he said with a sheepish grin. “sora’s too little to notice the difference, right?”

you sighed, shaking your head. “this is either going to work perfectly or blow up in our faces.”

but to both your surprise and relief, sora squealed with delight the moment she saw “nari” again.

“she’s so shiny now!” she exclaimed, scooping up the kitten and spinning in a circle.

minho shot you a triumphant look. you just rolled your eyes and smiled.

⠀ ‎ ♡^᪲᪲᪲...

two weeks passed, and things were going smoothly. sora was back to her bubbly self, and the imposter kitten seemed perfectly content in its new role. but then, on an otherwise uneventful tuesday afternoon, you heard a familiar meow from the front door.

minho froze mid-step, his eyes snapping toward the sound.

��oh no,” he muttered.

the real nari was back.

she strutted into the house like she owned the place, her tail flicking with the confidence of a queen reclaiming her throne. sora, who was playing in the living room, looked up and gasped, her eyes darting between the two cats.

“papa,” she said slowly, pointing at the original nari. “who’s that?”

you and minho exchanged panicked glances.

“that’s…” minho began, his mind clearly scrambling for an answer. “that’s nari’s…secret cousin. yeah, her cousin.”

“her cousin?” sora asked, her head tilting in confusion.

“yup,” you chimed in, forcing a bright smile. “her name is…miso.”

sora blinked, her gaze shifting between the two cats again. finally, she nodded. “okay. hi, miso!”

both of you exhaled in relief. crisis averted—at least for now.

⠀ ‎ ♡^᪲᪲᪲...

for the next few weeks, the house became a circus of sorts, with the two cats adjusting to their shared life and sora happily doting on both of them. the original nari didn’t seem to mind the imposter, and miso quickly learned to share the attention.

one evening, as you tucked sora into bed, she looked up at you with a sly smile.

“umm...papa?” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. “i know miso is nari.”

your heart skipped a beat, and you glanced at minho, who looked just as stunned.

“you do?” he asked, his voice carefully neutral.

sora nodded, her smile widening. “but it’s okay. i like having two naris.”

minho chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “you’re too smart for us, you know that?”

she giggled, curling under her blanket. “goodnight. i love you.”

as you turned off the light, you exchanged a look with minho, both of you grinning. your family might have been a little unconventional, and chaotic. but it was absolutely perfect.

inspired by this and requested by @wandamaxoff

[kissandtellus]

Warning, Bite Risk: Ch. 3

ೃ⁀➷ Synopsis: MC goes back to work, leaving Hybrid!Caleb alone for the longest time yet. Caleb shows not only who he truly was in the past, but now, he shows how far he’s willing to go for her.

ೃ⁀➷ Warnings: Caleb is PATHETIC in the best way possible, mentions of PTSD, Slight Yandere behavior, stalking to some extent, possesive/obsessive behavior.

Tags: @mcdepressed290 , @seventeen-x , @rorel1a , @skylarkse

A few weeks pass, Caleb slowly starts to come around to the idea of living in a home where he is loved and cherished. But there is one enemy that he absolutely hates.

And that’s MC leaving for work.

Caleb follows her around the house like a puppy as she gets ready, and his tail is wagging like crazy. It's hard to believe that just a few weeks ago he had been hesitant and nervous to even move. He's excited, but there is a hint of unease.

"What time are you going to be home today?" He asks, a hint of worry in his voice. The question makes her pause, and she realizes what's bugging him.

Before, when she would try to leave the house, Caleb has always had to follow. He's usually very well-behaved, but today she can see some of his old habits coming through. He follows her like a shadow, and he seems like he's ready to make a dash to follow her.

She takes his hand gently, stopping him as he paces back and forth. She keeps her fingers interlocked with his as she speaks. "I'll be home around six. I'm going to pick up dinner, okay?"

Caleb looks down at their conjoined hands and pulls away, clearing his throat. This would be the first time she’d be gone for so long since she rescued him from the shelter.

He's quiet for a moment, and then softly speaks, "Is it... is it a big mission?" She can hear the small hint of fear in his voice, and it's hard to tell if it's for his safety, or hers.

He seems unwilling to leave her side, and his body tenses when she lets go of his hand. His ears lower, as if he doesn't want to leave her, and his tail slows to a gentle wag.

He looks up at her, and she can see his eyes are wide and pleading. "Can I... help in any way?" His voice is soft, and his expression is so soft.

He is starting to look like a lost little puppy again. It's hard to tell if he's acting or if this is sincere. Whatever the reason, she has to be strong. He can't follow her right now, and she can't miss this event.

"I'm sorry, Caleb." She speaks quietly, her eyes pleading for him to understand.

MC grabs her keys and wallet. “Alright Caleb, be good okay? There’s some food in the fridge. I’ll be back!” And then she’s gone, leaving the Malinois Hybrid in the apartment alone.

Caleb looks out the door with a look of longing, almost like he’s waiting for her to return. But finally, he slumps and goes into the living room. He settles in on the couch, and closes his eyes.

MC’s apartment suddenly seems so very… quiet. No one is moving around, or making a sound, and it’s odd. It’s been so long since he’s experienced true silence.

He’s a bit restless, and he can feel the anxiety building in his stomach.

Fighting Wanderers was exhausting, but when MC had a partner as skilled and talented as Xavier, it made a world of difference. They rode the subway home, both Hunters still trying to catch their breaths.

The mission had taken way longer than either of them had expected. MC felt a weird feeling bubble in her gut. She hadn’t really left the Hybrid with any way to communicate with her.

But back at the apartment, Caleb was twitching and pacing with anxiety.

Caleb paces around the small, crowded apartment, his slippers are making a faint click-clacking noise against the tile. His head is spinning, and all he can think about is how worried he is. It doesn't help when he looks out the window and sees that the sun is setting. She should've been back at six. She should've been back hours ago.

He makes a quick decision, and opens the window. He can wait, but he won't wait here. Not when he has no way of knowing what's going on.

Caleb drops out the window and onto the ground below. Luckily the apartment is on the ground floor.

He looks around, and then begins to stalk down the street, keeping to the shadows. His gaze darts from side to side, scanning his surroundings. His mind is focused on the task at hand, his heart pounding and his hands trembling slightly. He seems slightly on-edge, ready for *anything. *

His ears twitch as he runs through the city. He takes long, graceful strides, keeping to the shadows. He's focused, and clearly has somewhere specific in mind.

When he gets closer to the main city center, he leaps up to a fire escape, barely making a noise as he lands. He is careful and quick, trying to keep a low profile.

He has to hurry. He can't lose more time, and she might need him.

When he gets to his destination, he crouches down. He's in a spot where he has a pretty good view of the street, and he can see anyone coming and going.

He scans the crowd, looking for any sight of her or her group of companions. He has to be patient, but his heart is racing.

What if she's hurt?

What if she's in danger?

He bites his lip, feeling helpless with not knowing anything.

A couple of minutes later, MC turns onto the street with Tara and Xavier. The group is chatting casually, and MC feels much more relaxed than earlier. She notices a familiar shape perched atop of a roof, but it soon disappears out of view before she can see who it is.

She sighs, shaking her head with a bit of a smile, not bothering to tell either Xavier or Tara about it. Caleb has been on her mind the entire night, and she wonders how he’s been.

Caleb notices MC, and his heart soars at the sight of her. But when he jumps down, and gets closer, he can see her companions and immediately feels jealous.

Not about Tara so much but a male.

A male that isn’t Caleb.

His hands shake as he forces himself to take a deep breath. He is clearly unhappy, and his voice is almost a growl, though he's trying to sound calm.

"You told me you were going alone." He says, and his voice is low and rough. He looks like he's in a dangerous state of mind right now. "You lied to me."

He steps closer, getting in her personal space. He’s clearly frustrated, and his voice is low and dark. "You don't get to just lie to me. You don't get to just leave me."* He’s glaring at her companions, his eyes narrowing.

"You should've let me come with him," he mumbles. "I-I could've protected you, from them.”

"Caleb, calm down." Tara says firmly, stepping forward. She's clearly trying to diffuse the situation. She was there when MC adopted Caleb, and in the Hybrid’s eyes, she was an enemy, trying to keep HIS MC away.

He snaps his head towards her, his eyes flaring with anger.

He’s not going to listen to her.

"Stay out of this," he snarls, and his gaze flicks back to MC. "Are you trying to prove a point?" He snaps, "Trying to prove that you don't need me?"

MC swallows the lump in her throat. His eyes are not soft and pleading like they are when he’s begging for a piece of steak. They are predatory almost. “Caleb, let’s go home-“

He grabs her wrist a little too roughly, and steps even closer into her space. His face is mere inches from hers. "I would do *anything* for you. And this is how you treat me?" He asks, trying to keep his voice from breaking. "I thought you were in danger, and the entire time you were out having fun?”

“I just got back from a mission with Xavier. Tara met us so we could go pick up lunch.” Her voice is even toned. She knew Hybrids could get very territorial. But she hadn’t expected Caleb to escape her apartment and track her down. “We’re going home Caleb. Now.”

Caleb’s chest heaves, and his eyes are wild and frightened. He pulls her closer, pressing his body against hers. He breathes heavily, and his grip tightens around her wrist.

His voice is low now, and almost pleading. "I need to keep you safe. If-if I can’t do that I… I don’t know what I’d do without you. Please, don’t send me-" He swallows, and glances between her and her friends. His eyes plead with her to listen, to understand.

MC sighs and rubs his back in slow, comforting circles. She can physically feel him shaking under her touch like a leaf. “I’m not sending you back to the Farspace Fleet. I promise…”

Caleb seems to relax under her touch, and his breathing slows down a little. He closes his eyes, and presses his face into the crook of her neck, his body relaxing. His voice is quiet, and full of gratitude.

“I… I’m sorry.” He says, feeling foolish now. He had come all this way, and had made a fool of himself in front of her friends.

He hesitates for a moment before adding, "I just... thought I lost you."

MC excuses herself from her friends and coworkers. While Tara brushes the whole thing off, Xavier watches the two disappear into the crowd, his gaze calculating.

The walk back to the apartment is quiet, save for the hustling and bustling of the city around them.

Caleb clings to her arm like a lifeline, even with his height, he buries his face in her shoulder like a scolded dog, tail tucked between his legs.

He walks along beside her wordlessly, still looking nervous. The fact that he looks so upset and guilty is hard to ignore.

He hesitates, but eventually speaks, his voice soft and unsure. “Are you... are you mad at me?” He sounds almost scared to hear to her answer, like he’s afraid that she will be.

He seems to realize how he’s being too much by being so clingy. His ears immediately flatten, his eyes lower, and he leans away from her slightly before stopping.

He slowly looks up at her, his expression unreadable. He hesitates, and then he takes her hand, curling his fingers around hers.

He speaks very softly, his voice tentative. “Please... don't be mad.”

He sounds like a little kid asking for permission to stay up late. His eyes are full of uncertainty.

MC takes in a deep breath before speaking. “Caleb, I care for you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. But….” She chews on her bottom lip.

Was she in too far?

Was this a bad idea from the beginning?

"But... what? I just-"

Caleb pauses, and his hand tightens around hers. His voice is suddenly filled with sadness.

"I can't live without you," He whispers. "Everything has changed so much... I don't want you to leave me."

He doesn't look like a K-9 military Hybrid right now. He looks so incredibly fearful, and vulnerable. It's like he's afraid to let her see him like this, and he can barely meet her eyes.

He drops to his knees in the middle of the street and wraps his arms around her waist, burying his face into her stomach as he lets out an onslaught of pleads

He seems desperate, his voice choked with emotion.

"MC, please," He practically begs. "I'll do anything for you, just... don't leave me. Don't leave me alone again."

He's so focused on her that he doesn't seem to care that they're out in the open, or that people are staring at them.

He tightens his arms around her waist, and he speaks again, his voice hoarse with desperation. "I love you."

MC’s eyes open wide. In the few weeks they had been living together, they had grown close. Caleb was incredibly doting and attached to her, but she had to wonder… was this because of some sort of animal instinct that Hybrids had?

That’s what her friends told her every single time she went out without him, and was met with his worried antics when she returned

“Are you just saying that because you think you have to?” MC asks, slowly pulling away from him.

His eyes widen in shock, like he can’t believe what she’s saying. His eyes search her face, almost desperately.

“N-no!” He exclaims, shaking his head wildly. “I would n-never lie to you.” He seems desperate to convince her, and he sounds a bit upset that she would even ask such a thing

He hesitates, and looks down. “Why… why do you think that? Have I done something to upset you?” He asks in a small voice.

MC swallows the lump in her throat before grabbing his elbow to help him stand. “Caleb you can’t…love me. You barely know me. You don’t have to…to say that because you think I’ll leave you or mistreat you.”

Caleb hesitates, and he looks at her with wide eyes. "But I do know you. I know you like sweet coffee in the mornings, and you like wearing comfortable clothes, with your hair in a ponytail. I know you hate it when people call you ‘Pipsqueak.’ Besides me….” His gaze drops as he says it.

"I know you're kind, and sweet. And strong, and brave. A-and I like that... about you. So, I have to... I have to tell the truth when I say I love you."

MC stiffens her jaw, her eyes dart around to all of the people staring at them. “Caleb please. Let’s…let’s go home…”

He hesitates, but his face falls when he hears the tone of her voice.

"Yes ma'am." He mutters in response, and moves away from her, his ears lowering. He looks like a scolded puppy, and he doesn't seem to know what to do.

He keeps his head low as they walk, and it's clear that he wants to say something. His gaze keeps flickering to her, and his eyes are pleading with her to listen to him, but he stays silent.

The night is quiet when they return.

MC closes herself up in her bedroom as soon as they get home. Caleb is so anxious, whining, clawing at her door desperately.

Caleb whines and scratches at the door, his voice anxious and pleading. "Please, let me in? Please."

He doesn't seem to care that he's literally whimpering at her door like an abused little puppy. He needs to be in there with her.

His voice lowers to almost a whisper as he scratches once again. "Please... I don't want to be alone." He sounds so broken right now.

MC presses her back to the opposite side of the door, sliding down with her face in her hands.

She feels so bad for Caleb, she can’t bear to hear him whine and cry.

She has no idea what horrors he’s seen. She knows that’s why he’s clinging to her so desperately. But it’s not healthy for either of them.

Caleb's voice is strained, like he's about to start crying again. He keeps repeating himself, his voice getting more and more upset.

"MC, please... I won't say it again. I just... I don't want to be alone," and then there's silence, like he can't manage to voice it anymore.

Eventually, after a minute of complete silence, she can hear the sound of a dull thump against the door. He is lying on the floor, curled up into a small ball. His ears press against his head, and his tail is tucked between his legs.

"P...please." He begs softly, his voice now a small, broken whisper.

He sounds like a scared little kid, curled up into a tiny, shivering ball against the door. There's no sign of the tough, confident military K-9 Hybrid left in him. No sign of the cold, emotionless Hybrid soldier that he once was on the battlefield. That persona seems to have disappeared completely.

"I'm... I'm scared." He murmurs, his voice barely audible.

MC can’t take it anymore. She throws open the door and Caleb is on her in a second.

Caleb is quick to grab her, his limbs wrapping protectively around her. He's shaking, and he buries his face in her neck, desperately trying to calm himself.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry." He says, his voice quiet and trembling. He doesn't seem to care that he is probably scaring her. Right now, he just wants to be reassured that she won't leave him again.

He trembles against her, and he takes hold of her like she's his only lifeline.

MC finally lifts her arms to wrap around him, scratching at the base of his neck. “Shhh…I told you I wasn’t going anywhere….”

He nuzzles her neck, breathing in her scent and pressing his body against hers as if he's trying to soak up all of her warmth.

"I'm sorry," he says again, and his voice is still trembling. His hands are still gripping her like a lifeline, and his tail is curled around her waist.

"I'm just... I'm scared," he says again, and his voice is so small and fragile.

"I don't want to lose you."

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[a-hazbin-reader]

Okay we also see Alastor go ham and how wifey swoons over him but now what if wifey let lose, like someone threatens him or the hotel and before anyone could react she dashes forward killing them brutally and mercilessly?

🥵

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Violence, Blood, Wifey is crazy, Suggestive

Description: ☝️⬆️

Not many people know that Alastor's wife is a badass, mostly because you're content to watch and support your husband on the sidelines

But that doesn't mean you aren't your own kind of terrifying, you're a bad bitch and that's how you pulled your husband

He knows you can take care of yourself and loves it when you put someone in their place, he even likes it when you put him in his place 😏

Everyone is so used to Alastor protecting you that they never consider what you're capable of, your husband is just being a gentleman

But Alastor knows this and looks forward to the times you want to handle things yourself

Someone is harassing you on the street? Being crude and disgusting to you because they assume you're just some random dame?

Your husband simply looks at you to see if you want him to handle it or not, he would love to teach this punk a lesson for you

But he gets excited when you shake your head and start taking off your jewelry, holding his hand out to hold it for you

"Oh? Do come back dirty for me, I'll lick you clean~"

"Promise?"

He just watches you pummel the street urchin with a satisfied smile on his face, letting out a lovesick sigh at the sound of your victim's screams

"Isn't she a vision, Husker? Look at the way the blood drips down her body~ Absolute poetry in motion~"

Husk just sighs and chugs a bottle of booze, already so done with the two of you

"Yeah, uh, she's really somethin'..."

Alastor lets out a happy hum and turns back to watch you, completely enamored by the sight of you

"She really is~"

You try to help your husband in a fight? Well suddenly its just you figuring because Alastor stops to watch the show

"Alastor, aren't you going to help her..?"

He almost doesn't hear Charlie speaking to him, a cloud of hearts practically fluttering around him as he stares at you, frozen in place

"And deprive myself of this beautiful sight? Now, that would be a true sin... Look to your left, my dear!"

He actually has to cover his mouth with his hand to hide his blush when you spin around and impale them, blowing your husband a kiss

"Thank you, darling~"

His tail is wiggling with happiness, dramatically catching the kiss and keeping it close to his heart

Charlie thinks at some point she hears him whistling at you but she doesn't want to look and confirm

Or when someone tries to hurt your family, Alastor has seen you lose your shit because you caught someone trying to assassinate him

One moment, he's relaxed and snuggling with his darling wife and the next, he hears a crash and sees you throwing the attacker across the room

And he'll be damned if he doesn't say that it does something to him to see you like that

You're practically feral as you tear apart the screaming demon, a blinding rage taking you over

"How dare you come into MY HOME! Try to hurt MY HUSBAND!"

Alastor is nearly blushing, flustered and pulling on his collar as he watches you defend him like he's some helpless little demon

"Darling, you sure do know how to make your husband hot under the collar, don't you~?"

He catches one of your hands mid strike and takes you out of your rage, unable to stop himself from kissing your blood covered face

He can't help it, seeing you so angry and violent reminds him of when he first met you-

The would-be-attacker is still alive, a weak hand coming up to grab at your ankle when you suddenly use your own powers to finish him off

You're too busy being kissed and fondled by your husband to devote any more attention to them

He hoists you up suddenly, your legs wrapping around him as he steps over the body of your victim, leaving the room to take you upstairs instead

He nuzzles his face against your neck, distracting you from glaring at the corpse in the other room

"Do you think you could toss me like that, darling?"

"Alastor~!"

Wifey is just a doll 😍

[vampireimiko]

a beach day

warnings, none !! straight fluff :3

note, jeff is literally my son i gave birth to him

"Jeff! Are you ready to go yet?” You asked carrying all of your beach necessities, already on your way out the door. You hear a cheerful "Mrrrr!" followed by the frantic tapping of tiny pawed feet against the floor. Jeff barrels toward you, his tail wagging excitedly as he struggles to carry a small inflatable ring in his mouth. It's a bit too big for him, but he's determined.

"You really think you’ll need that, buddy?" you chuckle, adjusting the bag hanging on your shoulder. Jeff gives an enthusiastic nod—well, as much as a land shark can—before dropping the floatie and hopping in place.

"Alright, alright! Let’s hit the beach!"

As soon as you step outside, Jeff is already zooming ahead, kicking up little clouds of sand when you finally reach the shore. He lets out a delighted mrrr before flopping onto his belly, wiggling deep into the warm sand like it's the best feeling in the world.

"Jeff, we’re supposed to go in the water first," you laugh, but he’s too busy basking. "Just enjoy yourself, it gives me more time to set up.

You shake out a beach towel and start setting up, stealing a glance at Jeff, who is now completely buried in the sand except for his dorsal fin sticking out like a tiny shark warning sign.

“Whoa! Is that a shark?” you hear a voice call out.

Jeff suddenly pops his head out of the sand with a happy mrrr!, his tongue flopping out in a goofy grin. The kids gasp, then burst into giggles.

One of the kids, a little girl holding a bright pink shovel, steps closer. "Can I pet him?"

You glance at Jeff, who is already rolling onto his back expectantly, waiting for belly rubs. "Looks like he’s giving you permission."

As the kids swarm him with gentle pets and scratches, Jeff wiggles happily, his tail slapping against the sand. But the second he spots a beach ball bouncing nearby, he leaps to his feet, letting out an excited mrrrr! before dashing off after it.

“Jeff—wait, that’s not ours!” you call, but it’s too late. He’s already in full zoomie mode, weaving between beach chairs and towels, hot on the ball’s trail.

A group of teenagers playing volleyball stop as Jeff skids to a halt right in front of them, ball firmly in his mouth. One of them blinks. “Dude. Is that a shark?”

“Technically, yes,” you sigh, jogging over. “And he’s very sorry for interrupting your game.”

Jeff, however, doesn’t look sorry at all. In fact, he’s wagging his tail and proudly holding up the ball like he just won a prize.

"Jeff come back over here silly guy, how about we go in the water now? Do you wanna put on your dolphin costume?'

He drops the ball immediately, spinning in excited circles before darting back toward you with another cheerful mrrrr!

You pull the tiny pink dolphin hoodie out of your bag, the little fin on the back flopping as you hold it up. Jeff practically vibrates with excitement as you slip it over his head, his tail wagging wildly. The moment it’s on, he lets out a delighted squeak and sprints toward the water, kicking up sand in his wake.

“Jeff, wait—!” But there’s no stopping him now.

He hits the waves at full speed, paddling with surprising skill despite his stubby limbs. A couple of surfers pause, staring as Jeff zooms past them, the little fin on his costume bobbing above the surface.

Jeff circles back toward you, splashing excitedly before diving underwater. A few moments later, he pops up again, a triumphant mrrr! escaping him—except this time, he’s got something in his mouth.

“Jeff… please tell me that’s not—”

But it is. A very confused crab dangles from his jaws, its little claws waving in protest.

"Put the poor crab down Jeff.."

Jeff’s tail slows as he looks up at you, the crab still hanging from his mouth. His eyes dart between you and his newfound treasure, clearly torn.

"Jeff," you say a little firmer, crossing your arms. "Let the crab go."

He lets out a low, reluctant mrrr... before waddling back toward the shore. Gently, he sets the crab down in the wet sand. The crab, looking utterly bewildered, waves its claws one last time before scuttling away.

"Good boy," you praise, scratching behind Jeff’s fin. He immediately perks back up, his tail wagging once more.

"Want a treat for listening so good? I got your favorite!"

Jeff's eyes light up the moment you mention a treat. His tail starts thumping against the wet sand as he lets out an eager mrrrr! and hops in place.

"Alright, alright," you laugh, digging into your bag. You pull out a small container of his favorite fish-shaped snacks and pop the lid open. Jeff immediately sits, his eyes locked onto the treat in your hand, wiggling with anticipation.

"You're being so patient," you tease, holding it just out of reach for a second longer. "Okay, here you go!"

Jeff snaps up the treat with a happy chirp, munching enthusiastically before licking his chops in satisfaction. He looks up at you, clearly hoping for more.

"Good boy," you chuckle, giving him one more before snapping the lid shut "Alright, now no more stealing crabs, got it?"

Jeff tilts his head like he totally understands… before immediately zooming back into the water.

You sigh, shaking your head as he zips through the waves, this time thankfully not coming back with another sea creature in his mouth. Instead, he starts body-surfing on the waves, the little dolphin fin on his hoodie bobbing up and down like he was meant for this.

A few beachgoers stop to watch, one even pulling out their phone to record. "That is the best thing I’ve ever seen," someone mutters.

You just shake your head with a grin. "That’s Jeff for you."

additional note ! jeff was my first main & lord so he'll have a special place in my heart forever 😭

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[whitecompri]

Shortcut to Your Heart

Pairing: Boom!Sonic x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comedy

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Mild Action Violence, Light Romance

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

--*--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sonic shrugged, scratching his chin and narrowing his eyes. 

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

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

--*-- 

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

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

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

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

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

You turned your head, hearing a laugh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed softly. 

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

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

“Challenge?” you asked, confused. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--*-- 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” 

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

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

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

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

“Like it?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“You swear they don’t bite?”

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

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

You let out a snorty laugh. 

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

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

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

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

--*-- 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was that a pickup line?” 

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

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

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

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve got my methods…” 

--*-- 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--*-- 

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

And surprisingly, he hadn’t tried anything else. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, it really was..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--*--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sonic-takeover]

Jacob From Twilight core...

Jet... lets, lets not do this... atleast ask permission my dude😕

Sonic are you okay? is your mouth okay? no scratches or anything?? :((

-🍽️(mod ur cooking)

*Sonic feels like he can't move for a moment. Jet is kissing him. His hand is gripping Sonic's arm as if he's terrified he'll leave. Sonic feels that familiar pain of Jet's beak pressing sharply against his lips. At any other time in his life, maybe this would have just been annoying. Maybe a bit tempting. But now? It's just.. wrong*

*Sonic shoves Jet backward, wincing as his beak slices his lip* What the hell!! Did you not see my damn boyfriend, Jet?? What in gaia's name do you think is going on right now??

*Jet shakes his head* We were having a moment!

No, we weren't! I agreed to a race, not... *He gestures to the whole scene* this!!

You and I were great before! Let's just go back! Forget that prissy emo brat. I'll even make a public announcement, since that bothered you so much before!

Wh-?? No! What's wrong with you??

Nothing! Hmph.. Just come be my boyfriend aga- *He reaches over to try and grab him again, but Sonic punches him in the face. Hard. Jet stumbles back, eyes wide. He stares at Sonic for a moment, then growls and runs at him, throwing a punch of his own*

*The punch lands, but Sonic comes back with a spin dash, knocking the wind out of him. Jet coughs as Sonic grabs his chest fluff, glaring into his face* Don't. You. Dare. Mess with me or my family again. Hear me?

Aack.. you.. you're just.. angry I'm prettier than him.. hah.. you.. lost..!

*Sonic is about to punch him again, but a red blur smashes into Jet, taking him away from Sonic. Shadow has Jet by the throat, shoving him through a few trees before they land on a boulder just within the treeline. Sonic watches as Shadow decks Jet over and over, ignoring Jet's attempts to fight back* Keep your hands off my Sonic!!

*Sonic runs over, grabbing Shadow's arm, trying to keep him from going to far* Shadow! Sunshine.. hey.. look at me.. *Shadow looks up at him. His eyes are glowing with rage. Sonic smiles, holding Shadow's hand to his chest* I'm okay.. I think he's learned his lesson.. okay..?

*Shadow's hard breathing starts to slow and he looks down at the mess of Jet's face* .... Fine. *He gets off of Jet, then lunges toward him to make him flinch* ..Heh. Coward.

Nyeh! Speak for yourself, you- *They're both glaring at him* ............ Hmph!! Screw this! I'm getting my board. *He scrambles to run away*

*They watch him go. Shadow looks back at Sonic, studying his face* .... Does your lip hurt?

... Uh- He.. I didn't..

I saw. Tails sent drones to make sure you were okay.

..... I'm sorry.. *he looks away, but Shadow touches his cheek, gently lifting his face to look in his eyes*

Sonic. You did not do this. He did. I don't care what you were before. His behavior was incorrect.

..... Yeah.. *he hugs Shadow, burying his face in his shoulder* ... Can we go home..

... Yes.

[randomanimaticse]

SHATTERED - Sonic Prime x reader

Chapter 1 | INCEPTION I

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As an explosion went off in a mountain in the distance, Sonic ran through green hill collecting some rings, hurrying to the mountain, where his friends are fighting robotnik, he ran past big and froggy making him spin around.

Sonic went back and stopped Big from spinning, "Sorry, Big! Sorry, Froggy! Can't chat-- gotta go help our friends!" Sonic said running in place and ran off.

"No problem, Sonic!" Big said as froggy croaked.

"Home is where your friends are, as they say" It cuts to a memory of Sonic and his friends having a picnic, "And that's green hill!" Then of Sonic watching Amy admire a palm tree. "Where the best beaches," then of Tails flying next to a coconut. "Palm trees," Then of big holding a bunch of chili dogs making Sonic happy "And chili dogs, are just the tip of the iceberg!"

Then it cuts to Tails, Amy, Knuckles, and Malachite flying on the Tornado. "We've saved this place a million times, from this doofus." Then to Robotnik turning around to face the camera doing his evil laugh.

It cuts to shadow destroying a rock seemingly looking for something. "And then there's Shadow, it's complicated. More on him later."

Then to Sonic and his friend looking into the distance. "The fact is, we never lose. 'Cause when you've got a crew like mine," Sonic says as he runs up the mountain. "There's nothing that can stop you!"

"HEY GUYS! I MADE IT!"

"You're late!"

The team of mobians glared at the speedy blue hedgehog at his tardiness, said blue hedgehog shrugging his shoulders sheepishly with a grin and short chuckle.

"Sonic!?"

Dr. Eggman spun away from the shiny crystal embedded into the rock at the annoying voice of his enemy, the surrounding Badniks also following his gaze.

"Eggman!" Sonic smirked.

"Just in time to watch me claim the Paradox Prism and transform your disgustingly green world into something more... me." his hands lifted up to his side in an evil stance, staring at the mobian team, or sonic more specifically, through the glass prism, letting out his infamous cackle.

Dropping from the entrance of the cave, Sonic landed with a bored expression, his hand cupping his mouth as he gave an overly faked...

"Yaawwn..."

The mobian team dropped behind him as they all, Sonic included, settled into a fighting position.

"Yep, I yawned you, egghead!"

At the mockery, Eggman growled in a fit of rage, ordering his Badniks to attack the team with a pointed finger.

Both sides got into action, the mobian team easily overpowering and defeating each of Eggman's robots as they came their way.

Sonic destroyed a few bots before spin dashing at a Caterkiller, resulting in the worm bashing him away, the hedgehog losing a few rings and soaring back through the air with a "Whoa!"

"Sonic!" 

A furry orange fox with two tails, using them to helicopter through the air, quickly caught him by his wrists, staring down at Sonic with a frown, clearly still upset at his delayed entrance.

"Yo, Tails!"

Sonic replied with a grin, swinging his legs back as Tails launched him forward in the air, spin attacking at two Buzz Bombers and speeding beside a red echidna with large, spiky gloves, the echidna eyeing the hedgehog with a scowl.

"Knuckles!" Sonic cheered, kicking away a Badnik, the echidna rolling his eyes and turning away from him, "You okay, buddy?"

"Nothing flusters me, Sonic," Knuckles grabbed a Buzz Bomber as it flew into him, throwing it into another incoming Badnik without so much as a sweat, both he and Sonic watching as both robots exploded.

"Except when you're late."

Sonic only shook his head with a hand on his hip at Knuckles as he ran off, not noticing the same Caterkiller from before coming up behind him, quickly getting saved by a flying white bat as she came up behind him and kicked the worm away.

"Oh, thanks Rouge!" he waved at her.

"Don't mention it... literally."

From another end of the cave, a pink hedgehog drove her hammer into a Burrobot, shoving it off as the head landed elsewhere, hopping from the ledge to the head, smiling as a flock of Flickies flew out from inside the bot.

"Amy!" Sonic leaned against the head with a smirk as he greeted her.

"Sonic! Where have you been?"

"You know, the usual... got a little side tracked."

Amy playfully rolled her eyes at his response as Sonic spins up a wall and destroys a few Buzz Bombers, striking one in the direction of a (F/C) lynx of the incoming badnik, slashing the robot in half with their claws.

"Malachite!" he ran in their direction, throwing a loose arm over their shoulders and pulling their faces close.

They huffed out at the sudden half embrace, their enhanced hearing is never well enough to catch when the speedy hedgehog comes their way, letting a small smile pass.

"Sonic," they countered, "What is this? A role call?"

"What? Can't call out my friends' names mid-battle?" he poked at them, standing back to back with them as a swarm of Badniks surrounded them.

Sonic punched and kicked at them while Malachite cut and slit through them, the bots exploding. 

"Get that rock out of the ground!" 

Dr. Eggman furiously shouted out, the Burrobots retreating from fighting to the rock that held the paradox prism in place, drilling at it as fast as they could despite the electric shocks that would knock them back, really getting nothing done regardless.

"Want something done..." Eggman grumbled, climbing up into his mech, "Do it yourself."

"Sonic, we don't know what the prism is capable of!" Tails warned his hedgehog friend as he rolled his way, beating the Badniks, "Be careful."

Sonic rolled his eyes and darted off, Tails groaning at his carelessness.

"If Eggman wants it, it can't be good!"

"Yup, got it." Sonic replied casually as he ran Eggman's way.

The villain controlled his giant robot from inside, its claws taking hold of the prism and pulling up, Eggman letting out another of his evil laughs.

"Sonic, seriously!"

"Step away from the rock, Eggman."

"Huh, not this time, you fool!"

Narrowing his eyes, anger and the desperate need to defeat the villain overcoming his senses more than anything, Sonic sped up faster towards the prism as Eggman began pulling it out of its rock, rolling up in a ball.

"Sonic, wait!" Tails called out.

"Sonic, no!"

The groups cries fell on deaf ears as Sonic collided with the prism, the force of the breaking pushing them all back, flying in the air.

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"One day I'll destroy that hedgehog, and the world will be a brighter place for it, lit by neon."

"As long as I'm around, you'll always have a wingman!"

"The forest is the most beautiful place on Earth."

"I don't need the details, just tell me who to smash."

"You may not like the way I do things, but I get things done!"

"Don't worry, I've always got your back!"

"Hey I may be the one who can bring everyone together, but there's only one one hedgehog they'll follow into battle."

"Heh heh! I don't need an army when I got a friend like you, Sonic!"

"Listen to your friends, you might need it one day."

"I will rule the world, and no rodents are going to stop me!"

"We'd follow you anywhere, Sonic."

"Nothing could break our friendship, Sonic."

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Sonic stands up and groans "That's a sonic boom of a headache." He starts walking forward "Wh-Where am I? Huh?" There was a truck coming straight for him. "Aah!" He yelled before getting hit in the face by the truck.

As he climbed on top of the truck he looked around confused, "Uh" when he heard something behind of him, he turned around to see what it was, it was presumably a train and he ducked before he got hit in the face again. "Close one."

The truck shook and Sonic fell off of it onto a conveyor belt, he got up looking around still confused, but then he fell off of the conveyor belt before he could say anything. Before Sonic could get up again, he got swept up by a broom machine before getting thrown to the side.

"Why can't I remember how I got here?" Sonic said as he got back on his feet. "Think, Sonic, think, whoa what is up with my shoes?" He said examining them "Huh, I haven't seen anything like this since I ate truck stop chili dogs."

"Tails? Amy? Malachite? Heck, I'll even take Knuckles at this point" He said walking towards a mobian on one of the conveyor belts. "Uh, pardon me, what do you call this place?" He asked the mobian who was ignoring him. "Are you ignoring me? You're ignoring me. Why are you ignoring me? Why is everyone ignoring me?" He asked flailing his arms around.

"Can anybody give me a straight answer around here? And you're busy staring at nothing. Okay"

Sonic covered his ears because of a loud blaring sound "Welcome to New Yoke City. You're welcome. Never heard of it. Must be far from home."

"Where are the mountains, the beaches, the palm trees?" He looked to the side and saw a familiar purple cat. "Big! Froggy!" Sonic said as he hugged big. "Whoa, uh."

"Am I glad to see familiar faces! I thought I was losing my rings, if you know what I mean." He said while big was looking around for any robots. "What is going on here? Are you wearing pants?"

"Unidentified citizen. Alert! Alert!" A robotic voice said.

"Big! Don't go!"

"You are in violation of city ordinance 27 B/6"

"Sorry, I don't speak robot."

"By the authority of the Chaos Council, stand down or be disassembled."

"Chaos Council, sounds important. Give me directions, and I'll take it from there." Sonic said as he tried to run. "Wha-? Whoaa!" He exclaimed unable to control his running.

Sonic turned to an alley pressed up against the wall, trying to take sharp turns, "Whoa! what is up with my shoes?" He said before crashing into a wall. "Ugh! I'm not used to all these walls, and where are my rings?" He said checking for his rings, before almost getting hit by laser bullets.

He dodged the lasers that were being shot at him and spin dashed the robots "Robots without flickies? Now that's new." Sonic said before dodging more laser bullets and speeding away.

Running into the streets almost hitting a truck and then another truck, and then another and it was coming straight for him, but he ducked underneath it. "This is not working. I gotta get off the ground!" He said wall jumping onto a train.

Still trying to dodge the laser bullets while on the train, he notices a building being contructed and gets an idea. Sonic threw himself over to where the building was being constructed and slid through the building. Stopping on the edge trying to dodge the bullets. When the floor was close enough, he jumped off the ledge. Destroying the robots that were chasing him.

He landed on his feet panting not knowing he was being watched. "Smog, concrete, evil robots, it's like everything I hate in one place!" Sonic said looking around "Where am I?"

"Oh, no!" He gasps, looking at something familiar and speeding to the right. "Please be wrong. Please be wrong!" He stammered running up a building into the sky turning to look at the place he was in.

Sonic looked right, "the Loop-de-Loop." Then left "Hedgehog's Pass." Then right again, "and that should be Tails' lab! Aw, tails, what happened?"

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BEFORE PRISM SHATTER

Tails is in the Tornado, turning to where the fight is. "Come on Egghead, show me what you got!" Sonic shouted.

Dr. Robotnik laughs "That's the spirit, rodent -- the spirit of a loser!"

"Takes one to know one. Ha!"

"Why do I feel like Eggman's keeping us off the main stage?" Amy asked.

"Eggman's got us fighting the badniks so he can have Sonic all to him self." Knuckles replied.

"Come on! Let's crash his show!" Malachite responded, cutting and slicing through the robots.

"One scrambled egg, coming up!" Sonic said spin dashing the robot.

"Hmm I don't like this, Dr. Eggman's too smart not to realize how terribly positioned he is." Tails said looking at his gadget "It's like he's --" tails sharply gasps. "He's not in there."

"Quaking in your tiny shoes at the might of my Eggcrusher? It's understandable I'm rather astounding."

"In your dreams! You bring it, I break it, Eggman. That's the game, and I'm still the undefeated numero uno." Sonic said doing a lot of poses.

"Then put your quills where your mouth is, unless you're scared!"

Tails shot some laser bullets at the robot "It's a trap, Sonic! It's a trap!"

"I don't see a trap, though I guess by definition I wouldn't see a trap if there was one."

Dr. Robotnik laughs

"Something funny egghead?"

"You are! Watching you try to think with that two-cent brain of yours is hilarious!"

"Sonic! You gotta listen! It's a trap!" Tails yelled.

"You're as stupid as your mutant, two-tail fox friend is ugly"

"Oh, you're really asking for it." Sonic barked

"Yes.. I am!" Robotnik marveled.

"You can mess with me, Eggman, but no one messes with my best friend." Sonic said running towards the robot.

"Sonic, no!" Tails yelled.

Sonic spin dashed the robot making a huge explosion once it hit the ground. Some mobians fall back due to the pressure. Big drops his fishing rod and catches froggy. The mountain cracks and reveals more cracked rock.

"Whoa! Didn't know I had that in me. That's what you get for messing with my friends, Egghead" Sonic said as he looked in the robot, but Robotnik wasn't there. "Huh? where's Eggman? He must have ejected. Well, looks like we win again. Tails! He's not even in here. Lame right?" He exclaimed to his two-tailed fox friend.

"Too chicken to face in us in person. Whatevs! Couldn't have done it without ya, buddy!" Sonic yelled, watching tails fly away in his plane. "Huh."

"Whoa, Tails looks upset" Knuckles stated.

"And tails never gets upset." Amy said with worry.

Malachite nodded in agreement

Robotnik laughs evilly from far away "It worked! Without the power of that blue buffoon, we would've had to dig for months! Thank you for the earthquake Sonic, and thank me for my plan, which went off spectacularly!"

"And it worked too!" Cubot added.

"Of course it worked I just said that!" Robotnik yelled. "Ugh, let's go papa wants his prism" He ordered, throwing his walkie-talkie to Orbot. As he walked away Orbot and Cubot fist bumped.

Sonic ran over to tails' lab putting in the code '1992' before opening and walking the lab. "Yo! How's my genius friend?" He asked tails. "Hey Sonic," Tails sighed. "I brought you some comics." Sonic stated. "Thanks Sonic you can put them over there"

Sonic chuckles, "How about a little break from the big brain stuff?"

"I can't. Something's not right. I gotta figure out what Eggman is up to."

Sonic frowns and walks over to Tails, and turns his chair around to face him. "Sorry, Tails. I didn't mean to upset you. In fact, I've never seen you so upset. I just kinda got into the moment and.."

"Sonic, it's cool. Really. But thanks. I appreciate it." There was a moment of silence before Tails started speaking again. "Don't you think that Eggman wasn't in the Eggcrusher?"

"Uh, not really. I mean, he is a total chicken. But I did find a hunk of junk in the cockpit where his big butt shoulda been."

"Hunk of junk, huh? Wonder if that was all part of the trap? Tell me you didn't toss it in the barge of badnik parts."

"Uh." Sonic speeds away and comes back with it in his hands "Junk speedy delivery! You smash it, we dash it" Sonic beamed "Whoa, lemme see that! It wasn't a trap, it was a trick. You've never created a blast that destructive. I think that this device was some sort of speed amplifier. Long story short, he used your speed against you!" Tails explained.

"The fox is on to something."

"Huh?"

"Rouge?" Both Sonic and Tails asked.

"How did you get in here?" Sonic inquired.

"He played you for a fool, Blue." She remarked

"Pfft! Please!" Sonic replied putting a hand on his hip.

"What would he need a massive explosion in that area for?"

"Well.. I have a hunch" Rouge said as she spread her wings and jumped down off of the ledge she was sitting on to fly. "You see, I've been searching for years for a super rare and shiny gem called the paradox prism." She explained flying towards tails' tool board stopping a few inches away from it.

"Paradox Prism?" Sonic ask

"Legend speaks of an untold power, and it's buried deep within the Green Hill bedrock. My guess is that he used your power against you to try to find it." She replied.

"Fascinating. But what I really want to know is, how did you get in here?" Sonic inquired.

Rouge looked at him in disbelief. "You left the door open." She said pointing to a wide open garage door. Gather your crew and meet me at the top of the Loop-de-Loop. Let's find out what Eggman is up to."

At the top of the mountain, Robotnik was there "At last. The Paradox Prism! So close. It was only a rumor for so long, and now inches from my grasp. Countless times I have tried to modernize this hunk of earth only to be defied by that simpleton Sonic." Robotnik hissed

"Now, it's finally going to happen. And it's all the sweeter because the blue baboon handed me this prize.." He clapped his hands "without realizing it. So, thank you, Sonic. For now I stand at the summit of--"

"Of the mountain." Orbot interrupted.

"..of a new age! The age of--"

"Pretty lights?" Cubot asked interrupting Robotnik.

"..the age of the Eggman Empire!"

"Ooh, fancy!" Both Orbot and Cubot said.

"And now.." Robotnik screamed as he fell into the entrance he made. "Why didn't you idiots tell me how big that first step was?" He shouted before getting back in his robot.

"Sorry, boss" Orbot replied.

Robotnik began to walk down the path. "Where is it? I know you're in here somewhere." He said as his flashlight made the prism shine bright and reflect throughout the cave. He chuckled when he saw it, but then it turned into wicked laughter.

"I think Rouge is right. Eggman picked that spot for a reason. Why else would he hide a power amplifier in his own Eggcrusher?" Tails spoke.

"So, we start at the scene of the crime." Knuckles stated

"Exactly. Lets go investigate and see if anything might lead us to this Paradox Prism you guys are talking about" Amy added.

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NOW

"Paradox Prism. Right. That's what Eggman was after. How?" Sonic asked falling on his face. "No, no, no. I didn't leave Green Hill. This is Green Hill. He did it. I don't know how he did it, but he did it. Eggman won."

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This took a long time, oh my gosh. But the first chapter is out! (Finally)

I like calling Robotnik by his actual last name for some reason, don't ask me why.

I had to rewrite from the part where Sonic asks "Paradox Prism?" To when Knuckles said "So, we start at the scene of the crime." That was such a hassle.

Also since this chapter is done, I will now focus more on requests, and the next chapter will take a while since i'm only 17 minutes into the episode.

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 8: Breeding

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6762

Warnings: Afab!reader, Hunter/prey, noncon, baby trapping, lots of pregnancy talk, biting, marking, doggy style (Heh), vaginal sex, cream pie, pheromones, sex pollen? Kind of?? Don't know what else to call it lol

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The forest could be a dangerous place if you didn’t keep your eyes open and pay attention. That was the very first thing he’d taught you. A hard lesson to learn after you’d nearly tumbled straight off a high embankment right into the croc infested waters below, just because you’d been a bit too distracted by the lush scenery to watch where you were going. He’d chided and lectured you for upwards of twenty minutes about safety, situational awareness, common sense and self preservation after none too gently yanking you back from the unseen ledge. 

A mother hen. That’s what you’d thought of him at the time. 

But he’d never warned you about this. Had never told you what to do when the impending threat did not stem from the forest itself or the wildlife that inhabited it. When he was the danger nipping at your heels rather than the crocs or the jaguars, or the territorial fungi defending their young. 

Somewhere along the way you seem to have forgotten that Tighnari was still a predator no matter how polite or friendly he may have otherwise seemed. 

Twigs and branches snap a deafening chorus around you as you barrel through the underbrush, barely even seeing where you’re running but just knowing you had to flee. It wasn’t so much a higher functioning thought as it was an instinctive compulsion that had gripped you in a chilling fist when you saw the way he’d looked at you back at the small camp. The way he’d prowled towards you, his well groomed tail stiff and flicking out behind him. You’d never seen Tighnari look at anyone like that before, least of all yourself, and it had scared you. There was no denying that when you were currently making a mad dash through the damp, sticky rainforest on the slim hope you’d be able to make it back to Gandharva Ville and dissuade him from further pursuit. 

But you also felt hot in a way that did not seem to have anything to do with exertion or the muggy, oppressive atmosphere in the oxygen dense environment. A bit dizzy, even though you should have had more than enough stamina to make the sprint without becoming faint. 

Confused and gasping, you reluctantly slow to a stop and reach out to brace your sweaty palm against the rough bark of a tree. The opposite hand presses over your middle, clutching at the deep stitch in your gut that was making it so difficult to breathe. What was happening to your body, now of all times? You don’t get to linger on that thought for very long. 

A soft, deliberate rustle of leaves somewhere behind you brings your head up with a sharp snap. Not only was Tighnari close but he wanted you to know it. You’d watched him track a large male boar that had turned overly aggressive at the height of its mating season rut without making more than a whisper on the forest floor. The wild, mindless thing hadn’t even realized it was in danger until it was much too late … He never would have allowed you to hear him moving around like that unless he wanted you to. 

Wait. 

Mating season? Rut? 

Your eyes go big, widening to the approximate size of dinner plates. But before you can fully process the implication of what that would mean, what it would suggest, you hear the snap of a branch directly behind you and quickly spin around. 

Tighnari offers you what you think is supposed to be an apologetic smile. But his usually crystal clear eyes are so shuttered and glazed over with some unknown heat that it does absolutely nothing to comfort you. The stark flush staining his round cheeks seems to stand out against his complexion like someone had taken harsh brushstrokes to his face. Perhaps most incriminating of all, though, is the way his sharply pointed, proud ears curl down to droop low over his skull. He was visibly a wreck, and he looks at you across the scant distance like you were dinner. 

“Sorry about that,” He murmurs in such a hushed voice you have to strain to hear it. “I knew this time of year was coming, but I thought I’d be able to better control myself than this. I wasn’t expecting you to start ovulating at the same time.” 

A shudder dances up your spine and you straighten, subconsciously digging your fingers into your stomach as you let go of the tree. So that was it, then. “It’s okay.” You whisper back. You were frantically trying to sort through your whirlwind thoughts without setting him off any further, avoiding both quick movements and loud noises. Maybe if you just stayed very, very still … “You just startled me, is all. I thought you were mad at me or something so I thought I’d head back early.” 

You force a quiet laugh, hoping to ease some of the tension sparking between you and him, but when Tighnari opens his mouth nothing comes out. He looks like he wants to groan as he slowly drags his gaze down your front, lingering briefly on your chest before sinking lower to lock on the hand you’ve got cupped around your middle. Shoulders stiffening in response, you force yourself to uncurl your arm and let it hang at your side. It doesn’t work though, and his hazy eyes remain locked on your belly even when you take a shuffling step back. 

Oh, this was not good. This wasn’t good at all. 

“Tighnari - -“ You start to say, but he cuts you off before you can try to reason with him. 

“Can you feel it too? The surge of hormones, the sensitivity … is your blood pumping as fast as mine is right now?” He takes a sedate step towards you then, and you quickly back up another pace. Looking a little sad about that, a little disappointed, he seems to force himself to stand still instead of pressing closer. “Humans can be funny creatures, you know. They’re just as susceptible to changes in environment as any other living organism, but they often overlook the real reason for their sudden mood swings or shifts in behavior. They think it’s some higher force dictating their actions. Like their sentience absolves them from hormonal influence.”

He pauses then, looking at you with such barely contained animal hunger it makes every single hair on your body stand on end. It was like he wanted to consume you. Rip you open and gorge himself on everything right down to the bones. Suddenly, you weren’t sure if he wanted to mate with you or eat you alive. 

But he just licks his lips after a time, clearly struggling to rein in his control. “I know you’re scared. I can taste it on the back of my tongue, but I promise I have no intention of hurting you. It’s just — sudden, isn’t it?” 

“That’s an understatement.” You grumble even as you force yourself to draw a deep, shuddering breath meant to ground you and calm your nerves.

But when you let it out with a stilted exhale Tighnari faintly shivers as if you’d physically touched him, his eyes slipping shut in what could only be savory pleasure. You can see his tail eagerly flicking behind him, like his every instinct was screaming at him to pounce and to claim, and to take; and a fresh wave of horror washes over you when you realize he’s scenting you on the air. Whatever you were currently feeling was only a very small, dulled fraction compared to his heightened senses. 

Idly, you think you should try running again, but he speaks before you can muster up the courage to follow through. 

“Do you know what else I taste? Arousal. So hot and thick it’s even overpowering your fear response. I don’t think you realize how innate your body’s reaction is to me right now.” Letting out a shuddering exhale of his own, Tighnari slowly looks at you again with an expression that is so miserable, so needy, it makes your knees grow weak.

And not because you were scared, you’re more than a little horrified to realize. 

“You’re so fertile it’s making it hard to even think straight. All I want to do is pin you down and bury myself in you for hours on end, and your subconscious hormonal response tells me you want the same. Humans can’t go into heat. Not really, anyway. They’ve long since lost the need for seasonal mating cues when they can reproduce at any time of the year thanks to their societal based advantages … but I think you’re the closest you can get to it right now. You don’t understand why you want me to take you to mate but you do feel compelled, don’t you?” 

You probably would have laughed if your heart wasn’t wedged inside your throat, threatening to choke you. Even at the height of his rut — that was the only thing you could think to call it — he was still so scientifically minded and intelligent that he was actively analyzing the situation, even lecturing you in the gentle, prodding way he always nudged you towards the right answer. It was almost insidious how benign this conversation would have otherwise been if you hadn’t been doing everything in your power to ignore the sharp throb in your lower belly. 

He was right. You did indeed feel a stifling amount of desire for him and your cunt seemed to squeeze around nothing every single time he mentioned or even alluded to mating, claiming, heat and, perhaps most alarming of all, reproduction. It was as if a venomous worm had crawled inside your brain while you were sleeping and taken up root there, influencing your decision making with its potent toxin. Your judgment was extremely clouded, yes, but even despite that you still recognized what a dangerous game this was. How foolish you would have been to play it. 

You wanted him, in that moment, more than you could ever remember wanting anything else, but the consequences of taking that plunge were another matter entirely. It was just too soon. You were still a young researcher, still had plenty of time to give yourself over to another and make a family together. Maybe it would be with Tighnari, maybe not. But like this? You just couldn’t rationalize it in your head. 

“Listen to me carefully,” You finally speak up, feeling like you were facing off with a very dangerous apex predator when his ears give an aggressive twitch and attentatively swivel towards you. “I understand what you’re saying. I feel it too. There’s no denying that, but I don’t think this is a good idea for either of us. You have so many responsibilities already and I do too. This isn’t the kind of decision we should make on a whim. I can’t — I don’t think I’m ready for that.” 

Rather than backing down, he surprises you by taking a sudden step forward. “If it’s your livelihood you’re worried about, I make more than enough to support you as well as any kits we might have. I can take care of you.” 

“K - kits!” You stammer, absolutely gobsmacked. 

“Yes, and it’s not like it’s unheard of for female researchers to suddenly become pregnant during their studies at the Akademiya or shortly after graduation. This is a normal part of life, and some of them even manage to return to their fields after having children. It doesn’t mean an end to your work, just a … pause in it.” 

You just stand there, gaping at him in shock and disbelief alike. That was all quite easy for him to say because he wouldn’t have to worry about the toll it would have on his body, the strain and stress of giving birth to another tiny, helpless life or taking care of it afterward the same way you would be expected to. He couldn’t make milk to feed a baby, he wouldn’t need to pause his work to stay up late tending to it or take hours out of his day to change and clean the damned thing. All of that would fall on you, and even if you could somehow manage to find enough energy to work on your research while juggling an infant at the same time … how much would you realistically be able to devote to those pursuits? How much would you waste just raising the offspring he was trying to foist on you? 

Going through with this would spell the end of your career and he had to have known that, so why? Why was he looking at you like what he’d said was perfectly reasonable and logical? Like you were the one with the problem? 

Your stomach cramps so hard it threatens to bowl you over on the spot and you stumble, blindly reaching back to brace against the tree again. He watches you do it with so much attentive interest it makes you feel vaguely like a bug being studied under a microscopic lens but you’re a bit too focused on trying not to hyperventilate to pay it much mind. You felt like you were going to be sick. Never before have you experienced such suffocating, oppressive dread and you have no idea how to process any of it. 

But then, he makes the decision for you. 

When he takes another step closer you bolt, lurching into a dead sprint that nearly sends you tripping head over heels into the underbrush. You manage to keep your balance though, somehow, and you careen through the trees at such a blind dash it’s a wonder you don’t knock yourself out slamming into anything. 

The heavy sound of his footfalls behind you doesn’t come as a shock but it does encourage you to run faster, harder, your legs screaming in protest while you gallop across the uneven terrain as fast as they can carry you. A stray root catches your foot and makes you stumble, but even then you don’t stop. It feels like your heart is going to erupt right out of your chest cavity at any given moment and you just keep running like your life depended on it because, well. It probably did. 

You aren’t sure how far you actually make it or for how long he lets the pursuit go on, but you’re distinctly aware of him right on your heels the entire time, much to the detriment of your quaking nerves. Tighnari keeps pace with you easily enough though, making it quite clear that you were at a sore disadvantage in the forest he knew like the back of his own hand, and you realize it’s a losing battle long before he actually puts an end to it. You weren’t sure how much more of this terrible hunt your body could handle. 

You’re so strung out that it almost comes as a relief when he finally slams into you from behind and lands on top of you in the dirt and grass, crushing you under his sturdy weight. Gasping and heaving from the impact as much as exertion, you jerk your head up as if to scream — thinking perhaps you were close enough to Gandharva Ville that someone might hear you — but you don’t get the chance. 

Aggressively curling himself over your shuddering body, Tighnari slips a gloved hand under your jaw to keep your neck craned back and slams his mouth against yours. It’s not so much a kiss as it is nipping teeth and bared fangs, but it still muffles the plaintive shriek you let out against his lips. You feel him shift on top of you and slowly grind against your ass, his knees forcing you to stay in place where they bracket your hips, and you outright choke at the hard press of his straining cock. He takes quick advantage of it and delves his tongue into your mouth, claiming every inch of you he can reach as you groan around the intrusion. 

It’s like there’s a second heartbeat between your legs now, just as frantic and uncontrollable as the one in your chest, and it pulses so hard it almost hurts when he humps you with increasingly fast, stuttering snaps of his hips. You think he’s completely lost control if he can’t even wait to get your pants down, the total absence of his usual calm, levelheaded demeanor a decidedly bad sign for how this was going to play out. You didn’t think you could stop him … but maybe, just maybe you could reason with him. 

“Tighnari!” You croak when he finally, abruptly disengages from your mouth. Sucking in harsh, gasping mouthfuls of air as he directs his attention to your jaw and your neck, mindlessly nipping at your skin, you desperately try to think of something to say that might persuade him to listen. Easier said than done, of course, but you finally settle on, “I don’t mind having sex with you - -“

“Thank you, thank you,” He practically sobs against your pulse, sounding so needy and desperate it inspires a sympathetic flutter low in your gut. “You’ll be an amazing mother, I just know it. Thank you.”

“N - no!” Blindly reaching around, you try to shove at him with one hand but it’s no use. He’s solid and unbudging on top of you. “We can have sex but — ahhn! But you can’t cum inside! Do you hear me? You have to pull out!” 

A vibrating growl rises low in his chest, bleeding into you as he seems to settle his weight more firmly across your back. You choke at the sensation of him laying out on top of you, his legs splayed wide to press the full brunt of his straining cock into your defenseless backside while his feet hook over your calves. In a move that would have greatly impressed you under better circumstances, he forces your legs apart in this prone position until it feels like the only thing stopping him from claiming you right then and there is the thin layer of clothes separating him from you. Completely vulnerable and helpless like this, all you can do is lay there and take it when he starts thrusting his hips again. 

“If we mate,” He snarls into your ear, grunting at the sensation of his cock dragging over your cunt. “There won’t be any stopping it. No pulling out. You will be mine and that will be the end of it.” 

Letting out a keening groan, so low and heavy it seems to make your eyes vibrate in their sockets, you weakly claw at the dirt in an attempt to ground yourself. You could tell you were slipping under now, your body running so hot on fast pumping adrenaline and potent endorphins that you couldn’t help but crave the release he promised. It was sickening, in a way, the instinctive arch of your back. The way you subtly angle your throbbing cunt up at him, welcoming the pressure of him digging into you. How he just keeps grinding and thrusting until you’re hyper aware of not only how soaked you were but how badly you actually wanted to feel him moving like that inside of you. 

You didn’t just want it, you needed it. 

“Ahhn … T - Tighnari! If you really get me pregnant - -“

“Not if.” He cuts across you so forcefully you seethe, squeezing your eyes shut in distress. “I will. There really isn’t any room for debate on this. You’re so fertile, sweetheart. I can taste it. Your mind might not be in agreement, but your body is just begging to be taken and bred. This is what you were made for, don’t you see?” 

Choking on your protests, you plaintively shake underneath him when he somehow manages to wedge his hands under your sweaty, heaving body. It’s a tight, pinching squeeze and you hiss as he palms at your top and roughly yanks to get it pulled up. Realizing what he’s doing, you twist underneath him with renewed frenzy but it’s useless. He’s got you so thoroughly pinned all you can do is let him inch it up bit by bit until your tits finally spill out and you seethe when they touch the cool ground. You didn’t really want to be taken like this, like an animal in the dirt, but even trying to desperately cling to your shirt isn’t enough to dissuade him, and he soon has it yanked right over your head. 

You just barely manage to snag at one of the sleeves when he carelessly tosses it aside, trying to pull it back towards you even if only so you can spread it out under your body, but you’re not quick enough. Tighnari’s hands immediately slip under you again, and you outright yelp when he squeezes at your chest in a much too tight hold. The sound that comes out of you is haggard and bleating, and he ignores it completely in favor of kneading the bountiful flesh with a quiet groan of his own. 

“You really were made for this,” He seems to marvel, the awed inflection in his raspy voice doing nothing to make you think it was a compliment. “Your breasts have a good shape and the weight of them is pleasing as well, but the fat distribution suggests you’ll not only produce high quality milk but plenty of it too. Even if we were to have twins, I suspect you would have no issues keeping them fed and happy.” 

You twist against his hold, hating the words as much as the way he squishes your tits in his fingers. “N - nooooo!” 

“Yes.” Shoving his face into the dampened crook of your neck, he issues another low snarl against your pulse. “Just thinking about you holding one of my kits to your chest is going to make me cum … I really don’t think I can control myself much longer. I'm so sorry, sweetheart, but … but I’m not going to let you up off the ground until I’m sure you’ve been properly bred. You’ll be with child long before I’m through with you today, I promise. I promise.” 

His breath catching as if just saying it was enough to make him feel pleasure unlike any other, Tighnari nuzzles into you with an affectionate little rumble in his throat that sounds oddly like a pur. It’s almost enough to stop you in your tracks, because you’ve never heard him make a sound like that before, but then he directs his fingers to the tips of your breasts and you can’t quite stop yourself from squawking when he latches onto the nipples. 

“These are also nice. A little small right now, but I’m sure that will quickly change once you start producing milk. They’re firm but pliant, and,” He pauses to give them a quick, biting pinch and a squeeze, making you wail underneath him. “Very receptive by the looks of it. That might prove to be an issue, though it shouldn’t be anything too major.” 

“Nghn … w - what do you mean?” 

“Hm? Oh, I just meant it might cause you some discomfort at first, with the fangs and all.” 

Groaning, you weakly drop your head to rest on the grass in complete and utter defeat. You were exhausted and horrified at how casually he was discussing this but even that was not enough to deter your own pulsing arousal from robbing you of the will to fight. His perfectly reasonable, if not breathless, manner of speaking on these matters wasn’t exactly helping either. It was a little hard to keep up the pretense of being an unwilling participant in all this when he made it sound so perfectly benign … so normal. So expected that you don’t protest when he hunches further over you to put his face close to yours; big, crystalline eyes taking in your expression from a scant few millimeters away. 

Evidently seeing that resignation reflected back at him, he tips his head and seals his mouth over yours. You accept his kiss without complaint this time, slowly giving yourself over to the steady pull of his lips. Rather than aggressive nipping and biting, it’s something much more tender and soft, and you moan faintly when he continues to flick over your nipples until they feel oversensitized and raw. It takes you a long beat to realize he’s stilled his hips, just resting on top of you now, but you don’t miss why. Even with a few layers of clothes between you and Tighnari, you can faintly make out the intense pulse of him where he’s pressed tight against your cunt. 

It doesn’t last long though, and you take a gasping breath of fresh air when he finally pulls back some moments later. His hands reluctantly drag down off your chest to find the hem of your pants, which he quickly fumbles with to get them pulled down. A fresh sense of urgency rushes in to replace the temporary calm that had fallen over the small clearing he’d pinned you in, and you quickly start to breathe harder as he works your last remaining clothes down your legs. You never thought you’d find yourself spread out on the forest floor like this … but there is no denying the way the vibrating tension in your body doubles, and then triples when you feel air hit your exposed backside. No denying how you shudder so intensely you feel sick with it, and arch your back to present yourself to him like — like a bitch in heat. 

“Tighnari, please!” 

Abruptly, he seems to give up and he leaves your slacks bunched around your thighs in favor of impatiently grabbing hold of your hips so he can yank you back against him. A startled yelp bursts out of you as you’re forced onto your hands and knees, trembling at the heavy press of his cock from behind. Tighnari grinds against you for a brief moment, emphasizing how very wet you are for him when his own slacks brush over your cunt to smear sticky slick, and then he’s quickly fumbling to get them shoved out of the way. 

Breasts swaying, you twist around to look back at him but you don’t get the chance to really see anything. One second he’s reaching between your bodies and the next he’s leaning into you, your mouth dropping open on a silent scream when the blunt head of him starts to sink into your entrance. You’d known you were heady with arousal but it still comes as something of a shock when he simply slides against your guts, gliding easily into your cunt until the sudden stretch becomes too much and you cry out. 

Softly shushing you, he readjusts his weight and brings both hands up to clutch at your hips again so he can hold you in place while he leans over you. You moan, haggard and strained, as he settles along your back not unlike before; but this time when he shoves his face into the crook of your neck he suddenly bites down. Hard. 

“Wait - -!”  

There’s nothing you can do to stop it. At first it’s just a sharp, debilitating pressure and then the next second you feel his teeth break the skin, tiny little canines sinking deep into flesh. The puncture wound burns on the tender side of your neck and you choke on some kind of hurt little animal sound, stiffly jerking against him. But you were effectively trapped with the risk of tearing open your own pulse hanging over your head like this, and all you can do is loose a frantic, pained groan when he starts to nudge his hips forward again, gradually sinking the rest of the way inside you. 

You understood now, why he’d delayed this long enough to let you relax into it and come to terms with the fact you even wanted it at all. He’d lulled you into a false sense of security just so you wouldn’t be fighting him tooth and nail when the time came for him to finally leave his mark on you … it was insidious and cruel, and you wince when each pulsing throb in your cunt seems to reflect in your neck. It’s not lost on you that this is a twofold attack meant to dominate and disable in the same breath, so stricken by the pain and the searing stretch that you just kneel there in the dirt without even making an attempt to struggle against it. 

Finally, he settles into your upturned ass and issues a huffy, muffled groan against your neck to send fresh jolts of hurt shooting through your nerves. His grip on your waist is bruising, but barely noticeable when compared to everything else you were feeling. For a drawn out beat, the two of you just stay like that, perfectly still and panting hard against each other until, at last Tighnari angles his cock back. It’s a stilted, painfully slow drag against your guts but he quickly pushes back in without pulling out all the way, jostling you slightly to make your tits sway. Hissing through clenched teeth, you dig your nails into the ground underneath you while he steadily works himself up to a quick, snappy pace that soon has you rocking against him to the loud plap, plap, plap of skin hitting skin. 

Without warning, he suddenly loosens his jaw and you outright wail at the sensation of his teeth receding from your skin. It’s immediately replaced by the soft, wet warmth of his tongue lapping at the wound as if to clean it, a soft whimper coming from him in apology. Still, though, he doesn’t stop fucking you, his rigid cock spearing up into your cunt so forcefully you sway unsteadily on your hands and knees. It was too much. He was jackhammering you way too hard, too fast, and you couldn’t brace against it. 

“Tighnari — wha - wait a second!” 

That faint, vaguely cat-like pur rises in him again and you shudder uncontrollably when it seems to vibrate straight through you. He turns his head to bury his face in your shoulder, panting and gasping while his hands abandon your aching hips in favor of groping at your front. Your tits were still tender after the first time though, and you can’t quite stop yourself from crying out when he pinches your nipples again. He grunts when your cunt clamps down around him in response then does it again, tugging at your sore little teats until you wildly buck underneath him. 

“Oh! Archons!”

That’s the last thing you manage to get out before the coil snaps. His cock is so hard and demanding that it seems to hit that spot deep inside you every time he plunges inside, and even devolving into a shuddering, writhing mess against him isn’t enough to make him slow down. He fucks you right through it even when you whine in overstimulated agony, pussy flexing around that stiff intrusion so hard it makes you feel faint. Dizzy. You felt like you were going to pass out, and you scrabble at the ground for something to hold on to. You were sure your body couldn’t take much more of this brutal pace but he showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. 

“Please —!” 

“I told you, didn’t I?” Tighnari hisses against your skin, shuddering against your back. “I’m not going to let you up until - ngh! Until you’ve been properly bred! I’m sorry but I - I promised!” 

Bleating like a wounded animal, you futilely try to angle away from him — just for a moment's reprieve, even a short one — but he just follows you, pressing himself flush to your shuddering frame. The added weight of him settling on top of you like that is too much for your shaking arms and you collapse into the grass, moaning raggedly when he simply follows you down. 

His hands move to squeeze around your rib cage, making your already labored breath hitch, but he just drags his palms down to take hold of your hips again. Rather forcefully, he pulls you back against him until you were balanced on your knees, the upper half of your body stretched out along the ground. You choke on a flustered sound when you feel your tits drag across the dirt, swaying heavily in this position, but that hardly seemed to be the most pressing matter at the moment. 

Somehow Tighnari manages to piston into you even faster like this and each plunging thrust of his hips seems to steal the air from your lungs. The deafeningly loud sound of your sticky cunt sucking him in deep, readily welcoming him and trying to pull him in even deeper, rushes in to join the sharp slap of his pelvis meeting your ass. Your body responds eagerly though, even at the cost of your own dignity, and your eyes start to roll back when you feel a second orgasm fast approaching, much sooner than you could have ever anticipated. 

This was insane. No one single cock should have been perfectly tailor made to slot inside your body like a missing puzzle piece and yet, that’s exactly how it felt. The shape of him was contoured just right to hit every pleasure inducing bump and ridge along the way, the length perfect to stroke you right where you needed it most. Even the stiffness of his cock was exactly what your pulsing guts craved, unrelenting and hard but still pliant enough to adjust to your internal pressure. It was like … 

It was like you really had been made for this. 

That chilling thought is what sends you over the edge, and you shriek so wildly through the convulsions he has to slip his arm forward and cover your mouth. Squealing behind his palm, you jerk and ride out the waves of mind numbing pleasure, jerking uncontrollably on his cock, but even then he doesn’t relent for even a second. He’s got you so thoroughly pinned under the driving weight of his pelvis that you’re forced to keep your back arched even through your shuddering climax, and the sloppy wet sounds of penetration only seem to grow even louder. You felt like you were dripping all over yourself and leaving damp little patches in the dirt under your spread legs, and a hot jab of embarrassment spears through you at the thought. 

No one had ever made you feel like this before, so overwhelmed and helpless to do anything but shake and drool obscene amounts of slick out of your cunt. It was quite easily the hottest experience of your life. 

You’re so aroused, so very turned on by the total domination of your body that even your mind starts to slip, and by the time his breathing becomes sharply uneven you don’t even have the wherewithal to beg him to pull out. You just lay there, spread out underneath him, eyes rolling in doped out bliss while you heatedly groan behind his hand, and convulse on his stuttering cock. He was close and that was obvious even when you were lolling in and out of full consciousness from getting fucked within an inch of your life, but you still lift a shuddering hand to weakly grasp at his arm where it’s lock around your front. Something told you you’d want to hold on for this. 

“Oh! M’gonna’ cum! I’m cumming, sweetheart, I’m cumming! Are you ready? Ready for me to fill you up?” He wheezes against the side of your head, entire body juddering with the intensity of his impending release as much as the exertion. “I’m going to breed you, I’m — ahhn — I’m breeding you, sweetheart, I’m cumming!” 

Whining low in your throat, aching and sore, and well past the point of overstimulation, you writhe under him and instinctively tip your pelvis up to better accept his seed. He doesn’t miss it and a full bodied tremor overtakes him, making him shake so hard it’s a struggle to keep pounding into you. But he manages, somehow, his hips snapping at an uneven, frantic pace now until finally — finally, Tighnari lets out a deep, half strangled groan that rises in pitch, becoming gaspy and needy at the tail end as his cock jumps and sputters inside you. 

You’re distinctly aware of the moment his semen hits your clenching guts in a hot, stifling pulse and your mouth drops open but nothing comes out. Spurt after heavy spurt, it just keeps coming to settle deep within you until it feels like you’re drowning in it. The sensation alone is almost enough to send you quaking right over the edge into another orgasm, the weakly contracting muscles in your cunt locked up in dizzying tension, but you manage to stave it off as your head starts to clear. Barely, though. Just barely. 

Even in this fucked out state you still realized that the very last thing you needed was for another orgasm to pull his load even further into your body and run the risk of encouraging fertilization. There was still a chance you could reverse this, if you made it back to Gandharva Ville in time … 

Pulled from your muddled, hazy thoughts, you let out a quiet whimper when he slowly eases back and slips out with an embarrassingly loud wet pop. The motion seems to pull with it a quickly cooling dribble of cum that oozes down your cunt, running over sticky creases and folds. You shudder at the sensation even as you gingerly push up to your elbows and glance down at yourself only for your eyes to nearly pop right out of your skull when you see how much semen is actually coming out of you. It hadn’t felt like that much to your abused innards but the proof of it is right in front of you. It’s a thick, creamy thread that stretches from your cunt, dangling tauntingly between your legs, rather than the clear little droplet you'd expected, and you feel immediate panic rise in your chest. 

That couldn’t be right … if he’d ejaculated that much then  — how much was actually inside of you? 

You just couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

Shifting on his knees behind you and evidently oblivious to the internal crises you were currently facing, Tighnari reaches down and catches that sticky thread on his gloved finger so he can push it back inside you. Grimacing at the sight as much as the sensation, you screw your eyes shut and try counting to ten. This was fine. As long as you made it back before fertilization took place, you could still take a contraceptive herb. Maybe two, just to be sure. 

But, to your surprise, when you move to get up, still trembling and panting, he just grabs ahold of your hips to halt you in place and you prickle defensively. Twisting around to look back at him, you choke on whatever you’d wanted to say when you realize how he’s looking at you. Still hungry, still hazy. Oh, this was most assuredly not good. 

“Tighnari - -“

“Not yet.” He murmurs, dragging you closer to press his pelvis flush against yours, and you practically jump out of your skin when you realize his cock is already half hard, quickly filling out again. You stammer in protest, heart thudding a frightened little pitter patter against your chest, but he just leans across your back to put his face close to yours, focus attentively locked on your expression. “We need to make sure it took, sweetheart. I promised to breed you, didn’t I?” 

Ignoring your soft whimpers, he closes the distance and seals his mouth over yours, kissing you so slowly it makes your head spin. You couldn’t believe he still had the stamina or the desire to keep going after that … but more than anything you couldn’t believe yourself. 

Cunt eagerly throbbing in response, you rear back on him with a low, stilted moan, even when every fiber of your being was screaming at you to run. It was like you were intoxicated. Drunk on all the pheromones he was putting out and consumed with a need so great even your higher functioning mind couldn’t fight it. 

And so distantly you almost don’t even notice it, the bite on your neck pulses.

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Crossposted here

[sufrimientilia]

vehicles and violence: cars

cw: mentions of kidnapping, restraints, drugging

forced to drive at gunpoint. sweaty fingers slipping against the steering wheel, threatened from behind and told exactly where to go, somehow charged with both of their lives but not in control at all 

car chases and gunfights. returning fire through broken windows, bullets and metal and glass exploding, bleeding all over the place and just trying to stay on the road 

car chases that end upside down in a ditch. violent cacophonies going silent, pinned or trapped by crumpled metal, capsized and left dangling from a seatbelt

driver with shards of glass in their knuckles from slamming into the dash gauge

airbags bursting, everything white and hot and loud, friction burns from rough fabric and powder going everywhere

i n e r t i a

everything ringing and bleary as the shouts of enemies get closer and closer. an upended view of boots surrounding the car, getting pulled out of the wreckage or fleeing after the crash  

climbing out of broken windows and ducking behind crumpled metal, limping and bleeding as they drag themselves away

escaping a foot pursuit only to be hit by a car. caretaker watches whumpee narrowly avoid capture, cut across a roadway, and immediately get mowed down by more goons

thrown over the hood or bouncing off the grill and spinning head over tail. landing on pavement in an ugly heap of motionless limbs, some broken or deformed, red streaks of road rash all over

“can you hear me? hey, hey.”

“don’t move— try not to move your head, okay? just look at me. you’re okay.”

the windshield shattered inward from the hard force of whumpee colliding over the hood

the windshield shattered outward from a hard stop sending whumpee flying over the dash 

threatened with a gun just as a car pulls up and the door opens. “get in.”

locked in a car that gets way too hot, maybe restrained or threatened in some other way to keep them from escaping until eventually they get delirious and almost die

shoved into a trunk while restrained, drugged, or otherwise incapacitated. maybe the car ride is all muffled screams and desperate kicking, or maybe whumpee is still drowsy and out of it by the time they stop  

opening the trunk to see a glaring, very pissed off captive bound and gagged and stuffed inside

opening the trunk to see a drooling, disoriented captive all folded up like a pretzel and squinting blearily in the light

shoved into the backseat while restrained, drugged, or otherwise incapacitated. surrounded by enemies with nowhere to go, a canvas bag over their head or a gun at their side, helpless and trapped

the good ol’ tuck and roll out of a moving car. whumpee jumps and hits the ground hard, rolls, rolls, and rolls, takes the rough landing and risks getting run over just to escape 

caretaker white-knuckling the steering wheel and driving like hell while whumpee bleeds out in the backseat or all over their lap, frantically trying to keep them awake and talking 

caretaker white-knuckling the steering wheel driving as carefully as possible when every bump or turn makes whumpee gasp or groan

whumpee slumped over against the window, pale and sweaty, not really tracking the blur of colors zooming by

[lipglossanon]

Like A Predator’s Prey in the Cold

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Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Predator/Prey request for @gumiegumie; sorry it took forever and thank you for your patience 😭 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, predator/prey dynamics, reader is called bunny, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, mention of gangbang scenario/forced sex with strangers by Leon but it’s just dirty talk (in case that’s triggering)

not proofread ✌️

title from Antisaint by Chevelle

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Your friends all thought it would be a silly little throwaway gift, just a cute pair of bunny ears and a tail. You laughed it off with them, but you kept it once you got home. And today, since you’re home alone, you’re excited to try them out. 

After seeing some cute pics online of similar outfits, you decided to pair some of your prettier lingerie with them. So now, looking in the mirror you smile at yourself, running your hands down the lace and ribbons, fixing the elastic band wrapped around you to set the tail right above your butt. Tipping your head, the cute bunny ears flop back and forth making you giggle.

You blow yourself a kiss, feeling sexy and cute in your little getup. 

Leon also thinks you look sexy and cute. He’s staring at you from the doorway, broad shoulders braced against the door jamb as his deep, blue eyes watch you. He watches you quietly, a smug grin crossing his face since you don’t even realize he’s there. 

You spin around to grab your phone from your bed and gasp to see your stepfather’s hulking form in the doorframe. Feeling shy and embarrassed at how you look, you quickly grab for your clothes strewn about your room. 

You panic a little as he steps forward. 

“Don’t you look cute?” his low voice rumbles as he grabs your arm and spins you around to face him. 

You feel hot all over as his eyes rake down your body. He flicks the bunny ears drooping over your head. 

“I-I just thought it would be cute,” you feel so shy you won’t meet his gaze.

“Oh it is, baby, so cute,” he drags his hands across your waist and up to cup your lace clad breasts, thumbs teasing at your nipples until they’re stiff and achy. 

“And look at that,” he rumbles in your ear as he reaches around and grabs the fat of your ass with both hands, “a little cotton tail.”

You gasp as he spanks your ass before letting his hands drift across your body, snapping the bands on your lingerie or tweaking and pinching your hard nipples.

“Got me so hard, little bunny,” he kisses the side of your neck making you shiver.

He grabs your hand and guides it down to his slacks, making you palm his chubbed cock with a groan. 

“Feel that? Gonna slip it deep inside that wet little cunt, make you my sweet little fuck bunny. How’s that sound?”

You whimper, slowly stroking his bulge, “Daddy.”

“Shh, shh,” he soothes, tilting your face up so he can lick into your mouth, tongue plunging inside making you moan. 

He grabs your waist and presses your bodies close, grinding his cock against you. 

“So pretty,” he drags his lips across your jaw, “god, I can see how wet you are in those skimpy little panties, baby.”

He kisses you again, heatedly, tongue fucking in and out of your mouth until spit drips down your chin. He tastes you over and over until you’re eagerly grinding against him while sucking on his tongue. 

He pulls away and snaps the band on your panties, “Gonna need you to run, little bunny. Let me chase you down and fuck that sweet cunt.”

Shuddering, you gaze up at him with dilated eyes, “I can run anywhere?”

“Anywhere, baby,” he slaps your ass, “better make it count.”

Heart fluttering in your rib cage, you turn and dash out of your bedroom. You hear him laugh followed by his footsteps as he starts to run after you. Your cunt is throbbing at the idea of Leon pinning you down like some animal and fucking you stupid. 

You really do try your best; you make it downstairs just past the threshold of the living room before you feel a pair of warm hands wrap around your neck. 

“Oh little bunny,” he coos into your ear, shoving you down onto the rug, making your knees and palms sting, “I’m about to enjoy this so much.”

You squirm and struggle underneath his bulky body, but it only makes him groan.

“Mmm yeah try and fight me, makes me so fucking hard,” he laughs and shoves your face down into the floor.

You squeal as he rips your panties off your legs and tosses them away, making sure to reaffirm the elastic band holding up your bunny tail stays in place. 

“Such a slutty pussy,” his fingers slide across your wet slit to rub at your sensitive bud, “daddy’s gonna love fucking this needy cunt.”

You whine and try to crawl forward, but he shoves his palm down on your head keeping you still. 

“Just for that attitude, daddy’s just gonna take what’s his,” Leon pulls out his thick cock and lines it up with your soaked hole, “don’t care if you’re ready or not.”

You scream and thrash as Leon sinks his cock into your pussy.

“Yeah, fuck, that’s it, take it, take it like a good little bunny,” he growls down at you, hands shifting to grab your hips and yank you towards him. 

You scream again as he bottoms out, fat tip knocking against your cervix making you drool all over the rug. 

“Squeezing me so tight, bunny,” he grunts as he pulls halfway out just to slam back into your clenching walls. 

Slick gushes from your pussy to drip down your thighs and onto the floor. One hand moves from your hip up to your neck to pull your head up. He starts pounding into your pussy, fat cock stretching you out to the point you’re squirming trying to rock back on him. 

“There she is,” he murmurs, hips humping forward into your squelching pussy, “work that hot little cunt onto daddy’s dick, get me all nice and wet.”

“D-daddy,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back into your head as he hammers against your g-spot making your thighs clench.

“So goddamn tight,” he snarls into your hair as he cages your body in, fucking deeper and harder into your fluttering hole, the sound of skin slapping together getting even louder. 

Your hands claw uselessly at the rug as your knees scrape against the rough carpeted surface.

“Daddy,” you whine, “g-g’nna get r-rug burn.”

His hard chest presses down on your back, making you spread your legs wider to keep your balance. 

“Fuck me, yeah, get those knees all skinned up, baby, just proves daddy’s fucking this pussy like she needs,” he pants into your ear before biting down on your shoulder making you squeal out in pain. 

Leon gets even rougher, cock pistoning in and out of your drippy cunt until you’re crying, tears slipping from your eyes. Once he notices, he goes even faster, fingers slipping down to stroke your pudgy clit. 

Your hips try to writhe away but it only serves to make him fuck you harder. 

“Next time, we do this outside,” he chuckles meanly in your ear, “fuck you in the dirt like a good little slut bunny.”

You moan and buck back against him.

“Yeah, daddy’s wet little fuckbunny getting her hole reamed out in the woods,” he groans lowly, “creaming that little pussy again and again til you’re begging for it.”

“Daddy,” you cry out, feeling your orgasm creep closer and closer. 

“Yeah, like that?” he nips your earlobe, “maybe some stranger find us, wants a little taste of this pussy.”

You whine and grind back against him as he bullies his cock faster into your cunt. 

“If he asks nice enough, I might let him have a turn or two, some strangers cock fucking your little cunt,” he moans loudly, biting your neck, “watching as he cums all in your tight pussy and you can’t do anything but take it.”

Leon rubs your clit in harsh little circles, “Might invite a few friends and let them have a turn, run a train on this cute little bunny.”

Your body seizes as your climax hits you hard, pussy squeezing and milking Leon’s dick as you moan so loud he has to cover your mouth. 

“Damn, baby,” he gives a strained laugh, “squeezing me so fucking good, gonna cum, fuck.” 

He groans and bucks his hips deep into your cunt, letting your fluttering walls milk him as rope after rope of hot sticky cum floods your hole. 

“That was nice,” he sighs, pulling his spent cock from your clenching heat. 

He gently raises you up and pulls you into his arms, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” 

You smile at him, all soft and sweet as your body still comes down from the aftershocks, “Thank you, daddy.”

He kisses your forehead, “Anytime, baby.” 

[spiral-lemur]

OK THE ANNUAL’S OUT AND I JUST NEED TO BABBLE ABOUT STUFF SOOO SPOILERS AHEAD READ AT UR OWN RISK ETC ETC ETC

OK STORY NUMBER 1.

Ok wow. No it’s fine really. Go ahead. Go ahead and BREAK MY FUCKING HEART right off the bat. They don’t even know later in they’re subconsciously Still following the path Starline mapped out for them by still aiming to replace Sonic and Tails. Like yeah this time Eggman is on the chopping block for real which would make Starline lose his gay little mind but GODDDDDDD

Also it’s really funny that the general perception is that Kit is the more mellow of the two. Appearance wise? Yeah. Mannerisms? For the most part yeah. But deep down this little guy is FUCKED UP.

Like every so often the comic just reminds you “see this cute little guy? he can and will drown you for nothing more than surge’s happiness if he sees fit.” Lil dude does NOT care. Genuinely curious as to how this plotline will develop later on since Kit is clearly misguided. Yes he wants to help Surge and she’ll be happy for a while with this arrangement…as long as she doesn’t find out. What happens when she finds out though? I doubt she’ll be very happy to know all her “accomplishments” were part of a carefully constructed narrative set up by the very person who was meant to support her. I’m just RRRRRRRRGGHRGGHHHRTHHHHHH about them yknow? Also I think it’s interesting that this is set sometime after issue 75; very curious about what “he had to drag them out of there” means for the safety of Restoration HQ and I’m even more curious about where Surge and Kit are right now. Are they still there? Bunking somewhere else? What happened with them and their ties to Clutch and Mimic? Lots of questions to wait and find out. Very excited to see how this goes.

Now for the Knuckles story; admittedly this one isn’t spinning around my brain as much because of the other two stories, but it’s still a lovely read. It serves as some insight for Knuckles’ thoughts about his current life and relationships with his friends and it brings a good ol’ smile to my face.

The art FUCKS as usual when ABT is involved. Like this page? This page right here. Gorgeous. Would be a very fun redraw I think. And I feel it says a lot about how Knuckles feels about these characters without having to say anything which is nice. Rouge, for all the trouble she gives him, also gives him an outlet to blow off some steam and a reason to keep up with his training(aside from Eggman of course), and she obviously wouldn’t be there if he didn’t respect her to some degree. Sonic is someone Knuckles views as a worthy rival, but he’s also a treasured friend alongside Amy and Tails. They may clash, but he knows that at the end of the day they’ve got his back, and he’s got their’s. The Chaotix are a little trickier to pinpoint, but they’re here for a reason. I believe they add a dash of excitement and companionship to his life. They might be a bunch of clowns, but they’re HIS clowns and he cares about them just as much as everyone else here. He knows he can depend on them when it comes down to it, which is what I believe the Master Emerald was trying to get at here.

Also Sonknux enjoyers got a little snack here. A little treat even. But it’s nice to see that just like these guys are still on Knuckles’ mind, he never left THEIR minds either. It’s nice to see that they aren’t just trying to get his help for something and just giving him a friendly visit because 1.) We get to see Knuckles and 2.) The dude could use a day where they don’t bring trouble to his doorstep LOL

Also what the FUCK happened to the Tornado guys I JUST said you weren’t bringing trouble to his doorstep you better keep it that way—

And then it ends with the gang catching Knux up to speed on their latest shenanigans. Like I mentioned earlier I think this story serves as a look into how Knuckles views his current situation, and it’s very heartwarming in my opinion. I think this sequence really sums up the big takeaway from this story:

sorry the quality is ass it’s hard to do these things on a phone

There was a moment where I thought that bright light echidna was Tikal, and I’m a little disappointed it wasn’t. It’s still nice but if it’d been her, you’d best believe I’d have a lot more screamy words about it. It’s not a bad story at all though, and if you’re a Knuckles fan who loves digging into his deeper thoughts I think this story is a good read for you. Also YIPPIEE KNUCKLES CONFIRMED FOR ISSUE 80!!!

Now for the story that I(and I’m sure many others are) am currently foaming at the mouth the most over. It’s no surprise at all that a look into Mimic’s backstory would be something I eat the fuck up as a massive fan of Tangle, Whisper, and everything relating to them. But holy WOW this story had everything I could’ve wanted and I will be using this as fuel for my Diamond Cutter Autism™️

Okay, starting off with him being an actor before joining the Diamond Cutters. This may not seem as relevant to people compared to literally everything else in this story BUT you guys. You guys. When I tell you I lost my shit. Why? BECAUSE I FUCKING CALLED THAT SHIT.

This excerpt is from a (now scrapped) fic where I tried tackling a possible redemption arc for Mimic. We hadn’t had any backstory for Mimic so I’d tried making one up that tied into his shapeshifting. I ended up scrapping the whole thing because Mimic kept getting worse/more irredeemable as a character and I didn’t feel like trying to keep it going; and I feel the need to bring up that Tangle and Whisper would’ve never fully trusted or forgiven him(like. at all), he just would’ve gotten over trying to kill them by the end. I swear I wasn’t aiming for a “you did this horrible shit but it’s ok you feel bad about it so we’re buddies now :3” type deal. Anyway, that useless bit of info aside, I wrote this thing back in 2022. It’s not EXACTLY the same way obviously, but seeing this after having written him as a former actor made me actually stop and gape for a second before scrambling to find that old draft. I guess I could just SMELL the washed up actor on him. And yeah maybe it was the most plausible thing, but I’ve been given an inch and just this once I’m going to run this mile in circles.

After the whole acting thing, the war started, Mimic wanted to show off, left some other teams for dead, etc etc and then he met THEM.

This…houghhhhhhhhh

Do you think Whisper ever thinks back to this day? Do you think it’s ever crossed her mind that if she’d never invited him, her friends might still be alive? Do you think this thought eats her alive on bad nights? Whisper honey I am so fucking sorry. It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known how fucking shitty this guy really was. You didn’t deserve that.

FUCK!!!

Ahem. It’s really bittersweet looking into how these guys acted not just as a team, but as friends. We got a better look as to how these guys were personality-wise and it just stings knowing that this little found family is no longer here because one of them just couldn’t handle vulnerability. Smithy was like an older brother—wise, but just as goofy and playful as the rest of them, and just as ready to tease his little twerps. Claire was like an older sister; similar to Smithy, always looking out for the others, but just as ready to make fun of them. She was probably the straightman in a lot of their antics, but with that loving “oh, you” sense to it. Slinger was the goofy, cocky younger brother. Ready to go for the biggest thing he could find, and usually needing to be saved from his own ambition. He’d make up for that trouble by bringing in a lifetime supply of laughs for all of them. And Whisper…honestly I’d go as far as saying Whisper back then was just like Tangle is now. Optimistic, eager, bubbly. I wonder if that might be why she gravitated towards Tangle rather than the other characters she was friendly with; even before their miniseries. I’d show more images for this part but apparently I can only use 10 images on a phone and my computer still isn’t up so that’s just SWELL. For the last image I’ve got, I’ll just use this:

It just stings so HARD when you really think about what was taken from her. We might have gotten the Whisper we know and love because of it, sure. She may not have met any of the people she holds dear now if it hadn’t gone the way it did. But the fact that she had this little family, the fact she loved them so dearly, the fact she’d put so much trust into them—only to have it ripped away in one selfish decision? That’ll hurt forever. That’ll haunt her for the rest of life; it’ll haunt me too. God the Diamond Cutters sting so good.

Now let’s get Mimic’s little monologue in here. Ahem.

“I got what I wanted. Did I just crave validation? Was it ever about the spotlight? I can’t be myself around them. They don’t know what I’ve done…friendship is supposed to feel good. Solid. Like a foundation…so why does it hurt so much? They don’t see I’m a walking contradiction. One look p-past my facade and I’ll be thrown away! I can’t afford to be so fragile. I look back at my acting days with a soul-wrenching truth staring back at me. The more things change, the more they stay the same. It’s a rehearsed charade! They are all mirrors, saying what I want to hear until they get what they want. They can’t be trusted. I refuse to play this game anymore.

The moment an opportunity to be rid of these nuisances came, I readily took it. The Diamond Cutters would be gone from this world and mine. I could clear my mind and never feel such visceral pain from their fake smiles. Attachment was erased, like weeds pulled from a garden, as they perished. The pain inside nearly vanished, a good sign for my healing journey. Yet…there was a single, terribly annoying headache left to deal with. I can’t fix what that team did to me until I shatter every last one. Only with this knife, will I finally be cleansed.

I can’t think straight tonight. What is the point of reflecting on all these memories? Am I afraid? Or am I just…tired? Soon, that pain deep within myself will be washed away. And this can all be a bad, bad dream. I’m selfish, arrogant, and colder than a frozen lake. I enjoy the chase, watching others struggle, and I love that about me! I know what I am, so…who are you?”

Man…a LOT to unpack here.

Mimic is a coward. There’s certainly vitriol to my words, but it’s also just a fact based on the evidence we’ve seen. He’d been burned so many times chasing the spotlight in the past, he’d grown to view it as conditional. No one ever truly valued his contributions in his eyes. He was just another part of an act, and when that act was over, no one would need each other anymore—so whenever he felt done with putting on the “show” of contributing to a new team during the war, he quickly cut ties. Some ways more permanent than others—we’ll never know for certain if he got those people killed like the Diamond Cutters, but he certainly didn’t care if he did. The show was over. It didn’t matter.

Then the Diamond Cutters came along. The show was going well, it was a broadway smash! Then the actor’s nemesis began to creep in; imposter syndrome. Mimic knew deep down, he didn’t deserve this success. How many people did he really cut down as he chased the spotlight? How many people had seen his previous work? How long until that all came back to bite him? He didn’t know. It terrified him deep down, judging from the moments of hesitation he’d shown in his monologue. Surely it began to gnaw at him more and more towards the end. He can’t trust them, his smiles were fake so they all had to be faking too, right? There was no way there was such a thing as genuine friendship, teamwork, or any of the like. If it didn’t exist in his world, it couldn’t have existed at all. It began to be kill or be killed; and Mimic intended to be the one doing the killing. So he cut them down too.

But Whisper survived. Whisper was a present reminder of the horrible, selfish things he’d done. As long as she’s around, he can never fully ignore what he’s left behind. He can never truly run away from all of it. So he has his sights set on her; killing her will surely solve all the pain within himself. It has to. It has to.

And he still hesitates. Maybe it’s the way suppressed guilt is manifesting itself, maybe it’s being overly cautious, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. Perhaps once there was a time he could’ve gone back on everything and reinvented himself, but it’s gone now. And he’ll run away from that possibility for the rest of his life. He just has to get rid of that last poster before he can move on to his next big show.

Or I could easily be reading way too much into it but who cares I’m having fun this way! Really enjoyed this story—easily my favorite of the three if you couldn’t tell from all that word vomit. This annual might just be my favorite of them all so far, and I’m excited to see how these characters continue to develop as the comic runs on. That’s just about everything I can think of to say, so that ends my babbling. Thanks to everyone who read this far! I don’t normally get so wordy but this annual really just activated something in me.

[tiredbirdnerd]

I was possessed to write this Rafayel Siren piece yesterday so now i’m gently sliding it across your dash :)

Sort of proof read? this is my first time writing anything for LADS so be kind plz

TW: super mega angsty!! drowning, mentions of suicide, rafayel being messy as always, MC does not recognize him yet again, damn. Gender neutral pronouns used

The voice was soft, a crooning hum that beckoned to them as they searched for the source.

The ship creaked under their feet, groans of warning going ignored as they checked the empty barrels and scanned the lifeboats. Harsh winds had the ship leaning away from them, brushing through their hair and pushing them back as if to say cut your losses and go back in, it’s cold and you are alone.

They had long forgotten how to give in, fighting the wind and the ship to keep searching for the source of the haunting song.

It was growing louder now as they scanned the ship, catching a flash of movement in the water out of the corner of their eye.

Spinning towards it, they peered out at the ocean and the humming stopped. The beautiful voice had gone and they found themselves sick in its absence.

Holding their breath, they stood in silence, scanning the inky abyss with a nervous eye.

After a few minutes, right when they were about to give up, it- he emerged from the depths.

There, about 50 feet in front of the ship, was a siren. It was a monster from forgotten folklore that was staring back at them, unblinking.

The creature tilted its head then, picking up his song again as he seemed to size up the human that squinted down at him.

The song was beautiful, better than anything that had been played by the ship’s crew on drunken nights, better than the records that man would play in his house when they visited him, always accompanied by touches against their will. They had never felt such peace from music, stepping towards the side of the bow to hear it clearer.

They stuttered a gasp as he swam closer, afraid to spook him away. Holding their breath as he approached the ship, unable to tear their eyes away from the myth that approached. His voice was clearer now, a lilting tune in a foreign language that seeped through their bones and tugged on their dress, pulling them closer to the edge of the boat.

Sharp nails scraped against the wood of the ship as he touched it, a knowing smile gracing his features at the human’s dazed expression.

His eyes were glowing, blue and purple swirling as he held their glance. It was otherworldly. His song was so calming, his chest vibrating with the effort as he studied the human above.

A harsh voice cut through his tune, breaking them free from his trance.

They hadn’t realized they were leaning so far towards him until he was cut off, hands moving to catch themself on the railing and take a step back as the gruff voice prattled on from behind them in the galley.

The ship’s chef, an old, overworked, bitter man, was complaining about a lack of etiquette again as he prepped for the next morning’s rations.

They knew he wouldn’t be any danger to them, but the siren was thrown off, looking for the source of the sound with an ill-concealed scowl. Something huge broke the water behind him, a fin slicing through the water.

His tail whipped behind him, sharp edges and points flashing out of the water as he muttered in annoyance at being interrupted.

Where there once would have been dread and fear, a sickly hope seemed to arise in them. Was this their chance at an out? Had the gods listened to their prayers and offered him as their escape? Steeling their nerves, they drew a breath before softly calling to him.

“You have a beautiful voice.” They glanced around to check for prying eyes before whispering down to him. “Are you here to kill me?”

He pondered this for a second, before responding in an equally gentle tone. “I am.”

They nodded, as if expecting this. “Ah, alright. If I promise not to fight, can you promise it won’t be violent?”

“What?”

“I said, I am willing to come down if you can promise me it will not be too painful.”

Confusion crossed his face.

“You’re willing to drown?”

“If I know it’s kind, gentle in-“ they gestured towards him “-In whatever way you are capable, I am. I am trapped here, I’ll die of worse means if I don’t drown by yours.”

He looked away to contemplate their words, before looking back with a serious expression, his tone heavy.

“If you come into the water, I will eat you.”

“Could you wait to eat my body until after I’ve drowned? That would be kindness.”

He paused at that, seemingly considering their words before a frown crossed his face and he scowled up at them.

“This is a trap isn’t it? You’re bargaining for promises to turn them on me. I’ve lost my friends to ships like this. I will not fall for it again.” He opened his mouth to sing again before they wildly gestured at him to stop.

He froze, opening and closing his mouth in shock before deciding to close it, giving them an insulted pout.

They thanked him breathlessly, pleading with the agitated siren below them.

“I swear I mean you no harm. What can i say to make you trust me? I promise I do want to die.”

The siren picked at something under his long nails as he spoke.

“Why not kill yourself? Why are you offering your death to me? I can take it without the promise, or I could agree and change my mind. I am not of the mind to agree on a humans whim.” He huffed. “If you want kindness, why ask me? I know the tales you are taught, sirens are not known to be gentle.”

Running their hands through their hair, they mumbled

“Because I am a coward.”

He did not comment, turning to watch them speak with an unreadable expression.

“I’ve tried, I can’t do it.”

They glanced towards the bridge of the ship with a sigh before focusing on the siren.

“The men in there, they’re planning to sell me. In 3 days they will trade me to a man who can offer them fine things. They believe me a woman, that I’m fit to be his wife. That- thing is no man. He is a horrid. Festering rot embodied. I have known the pain of his hands and I will die before I know it again. Besides, why not trust someone who is practiced in killing? Do you not enjoy it?”

For a brief moment, barely a second, the siren looked sad. Almost wounded at their words. Then, he spoke.

“I do.”

“Alright, If you can swear you will be as gentle as you can, I will give you my death, my soul, and a meal. All I have ever been is a tool for those around me, I just want to go out of my own choice. I truly want to die, I’m begging you.”

The voices of more men cut through his silence, panic rushing through them at the thought of getting caught outside again. The crew was stirring, they’d find them missing from their bedchamber at any moment and all hell would break loose.

“Please, promise me what you can and I’ll come into the water.”

He pushed. “Why don’t you ask me to drown them in your stead? Why don’t you beg to be spared?”

“I have no right to offer any lives but my own.”

His tail thrashed in the water. Something about the weight of their words, the honesty in their tone irritated him.

The men aboard this ship would fight him, would have traded this persons life for their own in a heartbeat.

He had drowned hundreds of them, he knew how they’d lie and cheat to escape death. He glared at the ship, the carvings of sirens in the wood mocking him with twisted grins.

“I’ll drown them anyways. I will have no kindness left to let them leave.”

They smiled, an almost imperceptible lift of their lips as they nodded at his words. The wind howled and whipped the side of their face, once again pulling at their clothes as though trying to keep them aboard. Leaning farther over the railing, there was a panicked, desperate look on their face as they held the creatures attention.

“Well? Can you promise?”

“Rafayel.” He offered his name before he could think, they blinked at him as it registered on their tongue. He was trusting them with his name.

He was going to agree.

“Do you promise me, Rafayel?”

“I promise you, y/n. Climb down and I’ll drown you, I will wait to eat you until you are gone. You have my word.”

At the sound of their name from his lips, they paused.

“Wait- how did you learn my name? I don’t remember sharing it.”

He ignored their question.

“Come into the water y/n. I am not patient by nature, I will not wait.”

The finality in his voice had them moving. Maybe some things were better left unknown.

Swinging one leg over the side of the ship and then the other, they used the gnarled wood and barnacles as footholds as they lowered themselves down towards the sea, towards the impatient siren below.

The voices of the men grew louder, the ships lanterns lighting again as the crew awakened above them.

As the water grew closer, they felt a large cold hand reach for theirs. Taking it they moved carefully as he guided them down into the waves.

As soon as they were safely off the ship, he dropped their hand and grumbled something, his ears slightly reddening.

Now that they were face to face, he was struck by how long it had been since he’d last seen them.

He stayed just out of reach, a long forgotten feeling of apprehension and sorrow settling a lump in his throat. He swallowed it down. This was for the better.

He hoped they would be true to their pretty words. He knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse if they changed their mind.

They stared back, a nervous noise escaping them at how cold the ocean was. He sighed.

“Take a breath, y/n.”

They obeyed, inhaling and squeezing their eyes shut tightly before he reached for them again, pulling them into the depths.

As he weaved downwards, he shifted to cradle their body in his large form, swimming away with his prize.

They did not fight, exactly as they had promised. He had half expected them to change their mind, to struggle and kick him but they were as docile as a lamb, a catch worth the small weight of a promise.

Despite this, under his hands he could feel their struggle, the life in them still fighting its last bought. A heart much faster than his own underneath his hands. He reveled in the knowledge that he would be the one to take it from them, that their death would be his and his alone. Final.

The water was heavy, they noted as it seeped into the cracks of their eyelids, in their ears and through the corners of their mouth.

True to his word, his hands were gentle, sharp nails barely pricking their skin as he held them to his body.

The gills on his neck and chest barely scraped them, they could hardly sense the bloodlust that he harbored.

This was kindness, this was what they had wanted.

Tears pricked their vision at the strain of it all before dissipating into the surrounding water.

Their lungs burned, struggling to filter through the stagnant air that remained in their blood.

They would have to take a breath soon, and it would be over. They had heard it was painless once you gave in. That it felt soothing, cold water rushing in to sooth the aches of a last ditch effort to survive.

They hoped it was peaceful, that death would cradle them as softly as Rafayel did.

After a minute he stopped swimming, now gently swaying under the tides pull as he held their body to his chest.

Using the last bits of their energy, they moved to hold his hand, clutching his webbed fingers between their own as they opened their eyes.

His eyebrows rose but he made no move to stop them, holding their hand just as firmly. It was soft in his palm, the warmth slowly draining from them. He supposed this was part of his duties, that he could offer them this as part of the kindness he had agreed to.

The ocean water stung as they stiffened in shock at the view before them. Corals swayed, fish trailing through the sea bed as the light from the surface danced on the floor below them.

It was beautiful, far from the murky depths they had anticipated. The colors were soft, dulled by the depths and motion, a final gorgeous painting to view.

Turning to look at him, they moved to smile before their mouth opened of its own accord, a strangled gasp leaving them as the ocean ran in to claim them.

He held their hand tighter now, using his other to softly cradle their face.

He hadn’t been gentle in years, yet it felt like a second nature to comfort them, using the pads of his thumbs to stroke their cheek, a soft hum from his chest weaving its way through to soothe them.

Rafayel had not used his voice like this in years, beckoning souls to a violent end for so long he had forgotten the care he was once capable of.

Their grip on him loosened, their eyes glassing over as they relaxed into his hold. This was it, lifetimes of avoiding his duty for them, for the sake of their love, and now he had finally fulfilled his service to the sea. Pearls floated around them, a part of him breaking at how small they were, just another empty shell now for him to make something of.

As if a forgotten power was awaking, the tides seemed to pull him, beckoning him to finish the sacrifice he had denied so many centuries ago.

A long forgotten power was waking up at the heart of the ocean.

The mark on his chest had already begun to fade.

[rangersoup]

Here it is folks! Chapter 1 of the long awaited Carlos is good with horses fic: Turn and Burn

“ …Now this is the youngest pair we’ve seen at regionals in a long time. The horse is five, and her rider is only 15– ”

“But, they’ve had an absolutely incredible season. They had the best three runs coming out of the Travis County fair.”

“I’m not discounting that, but they haven’t had a run faster than 15.8, and the time to beat to make it to state is 15.”

Carlos takes in deep breath after deep breath, trying to ignore the voices of the announcers coming over the loudspeakers. The only thing louder their incessant voices is the sound of blood rushing past his ears.

“Don’t listen to them Carlitos,” His sister’s voice sounds a million miles away even from where she’s standing at his horse’s head, holding onto her bridle. “They’re full of shit. They haven’t seen your runs at home.”

“Language mija,” It’s his dad talking now, scolding Ana for her profanity. “Carlos.”

He barely hears him. Roja is chewing at her bit and throwing her head against the grip Ana has on her bridle. Her hooves are digging holes in the dirt as she paws at the ground. She’s ready to go.

“Carlos, look at me.” This time the words get through to him as his father places a gentle hand on his thigh. Carlos swallows back the lump in his throat and looks down at his dad. “Listen to me.”

Carlos nods his head. “Okay…” his voice shakes. He takes in a deep breath before trying again with more confidence. “Okay.”

“Today she’s not Roja or Diabla–”

“She might be Diabla,” Ana butts in, but is silenced by a glare from Gabriel.

“Today she’s Bat Outta Hell. We registered her with that name for a reason. She knows what she’s doing; Stay out of her face and let her do her thing. You’ll be fine,” he says, the firmness of his voice is reassuring, calming. “What have I told you since you were old enough to climb on a horse?”

“Trust your horse,” Carlos says, repeating what had been drilled into his head since he was barely out of diapers. Trust your horse. Listen to your horse.

“And what else?”

“Trust myself.”

“Good,” Gabriel says, removing his hand from Carlos’s thigh to pat his fiery filly on the neck. “Now go wipe the floors with these motherfuckers.”

Ana releases her grip on Roja’s bridle and both she and their father step back. The filly immediately surges forward, ready to spring into action, but Carlos he pulls her back, turning her in a circle.

“Not yet,” he whispers, patting the side of her neck.

She spins, swishing her tail, and throwing her back end, threatening to buck. She’s winding up like a spring. She’s ready to go. The buzzer sounds and he lets her loose. They fly through the shoot, the rails and lights flashing by in a streak of color, then they’re out in the open arena and the timer starts.

Roja takes the turn into the first barrel tight, body bending around it, hooves sliding in the arena sand. Then they’re out of the turn, rocketing towards the second barrel. Whatever breath Carlos had been holding in is gone now, snatched away by the wind. She swings around the second barrel, and for a split second they seem to be parallel with the ground, Carlos’s knee almost brushing dirt ground. Then she’s upright again, hurtling towards the final barrel, building speed as she tears across the open stretch. He hasn’t even had to kick her yet. She knows the game and she loves it. She whips around the third barrel kicking up a spray of dirt and then they’re dashing for home. It's like flying, her hooves don’t even seem to touch the ground as they sail across the line. The timer stops, but they’re past it before he can sneak a glimpse at it. Carlos sits back in the saddle and pulls back on the reins. Roja drops her hips, and slides to a stop, doing her best impression of one Gabriel’s reining horses.

“And there we have it folks! 14.7 seconds! Looks like Bat Outta Hell has lived up to her name!”

“You did it! You did it!” Ana is whooping as she and Gabriel return to his side, but her shouts are lost in the cheering of the crowd. Carlos is pretty sure he can pinpoint his mother’s cries above the rest.

He gulps for air, trying to steal back the breath that had been snatched away from him. 14.7 seconds.

“I told you, you’d be fine,” his dad says, catching him as he swings down from his horse’s back. Carlos skips the hug waiting for him and goes straight to his horse. She’s already lowered her head and cocked one of her back legs, relaxing.

“We did it,” Carlos breathes, grabbing the sides of her bridle and kissing her soft muzzle. “We did it.”

He throws his arms around her strong neck. She licks her lips and chews her bit disinterestedly. She’s bored again.

“Look at that horse,” Gabriel laughs, squeezing Carlos’s shoulders as he continues running his hands along his horse’s neck “She thinks she did something.”

Roja snorts.

OR: The arrival of a difficult horse brings Carlos back to the ranch. And he finds himself back in the saddle and taking a ride down memory lane.

OR: a fic about Carlos being good with horses. Because it’s what we deserve.

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I’m counting this as my WIP Wednesday though it’s technically no longer Wednesday where I am but I have posted the first chapter of Turn and Burn! Thanks @futures-tense @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @annoyingcloudearthquake @heartstringsduet and @nisbanisba for tagging me this week!

And I’m tagging some people who seemed interested! Lmk if you want to be taken off this tag list (or added to it!!): @reyesstrand @thisbuildinghasfeelings @lightningboltreader @tellmegoodbye @herefortarlos @emsprovisions @lutavero @strandnreyes

[auroraknux]

For one of my AUs, I've been trying to come up with ideas for how Mario and Luigi's hand powers might interact with power-ups. I'd appreciate some feedback:

Firebrand

Super Bell: Paws catch on fire when dashing

Giga Bell: Entire body is aflame (blue flames?)

Boomerang Flower: Boomerangs are on fire

Bubble Flower: Floating balls of fire?

Drill Mushroom: Drill catches on fire when spinning

Elephant Fruit: Can shoot fire out of trunk

Fire Flower: Entire body is aflame

Frog Suit: ???

Ice Flower: Shoots water instead

Penguin Suit: Same as Ice Flower

Super Leaf: Tail burns enemies when using tail whip

Thunderhand

Super Bell: Generates electricity when dashing

Giga Bell: Entire body is a shocking hazard

Boomerang Flower: Boomerangs that shock enemies

Bubble Flower: Balls of electricity?

Drill Mushroom: Drill generates electricity when spinning

Elephant Fruit: Trunk shocks enemies upon contact

Fire Flower: ???

Frog Suit: High jumps create a blast of electricity?

Ice Flower: ???

Penguin Suit: ???

Super Leaf: Tail shocks enemies when using tail whip

[radiantrookie]

Desserts Flavor Texts (1/2)

Hooray! It's time for the desserts! Mother says it's important to eat properly, so I make sure to finish my meals. She also says desserts are a "sometimes treat," not an "all the time treat." That can be hard sometimes. Mother and Miss Amy bake the best treats!

Chip's Sundae Supreme

A bit back, I traveled the world with a good friend named Chip. He was quite the foodie with a big sweet tooth. And a "savory tooth." Honestly, the little guy loved all sorts of food. Of all the things we sampled together, his favorite was the Sundae Supreme in Apotos. Every so often I'll get one and think of him. Here's to you, Chip!

Tails's Mint Candy

Mint candy has been my number one favorite treat my whole life! Just one and I feel like a I could fly forever. I love the crisp, refreshing way it fills my mouth, and it makes my breath extra minty! I'm happy to share with my friends, too (since I have my own secret stash elsewhere, heh heh).

Amy's Sweet Passion

Amy: I love to bake! Cake, pastries, breads-you name it! They make lovely gifts for my friends or a nice treat after a hard day's workout. This one is inspired by Sonic and his signature Spin Dash technique. I'll make a pink one for myself one day... once I figure out how to do that darn tuck and roll consistently.

Omochao: Be careful! This dessert is only inspired by Sonic! Please don't try to roll it into any Badniks!

Amy's Seven Rings in Hand

I love sharing joy and love with all my friends, and baked treats are a surefire way of doing just that! These versatile little rings of deliciousness can be topped with all sorts of frostings, glazes and sprinkles. You can customize them any way you want!

Blaze's World Uniting

The food in the imperial palace followed a certain decorum. These gooey disasters were completely foreign to me until I traveled to Sonic's world and made new friends there. They've shown me many new and wonderful things-including these treats.

Silver's Cream in a Sweet Conclusion

No matter how dark things get, I've sworn to never give up and to bring hope to those in need. That's why this dark cupcake has a white sweet cream inside. It's... it's symbolic. I-Is it okay that I put this much thought into a dessert?

Shadow's Edge of Darkness

Shadow: I don't partake in indulgences... often. I make an exception for this.

Rouge: It's rare to hear you talk about life's little pleasures. It is really good, but why do you look grumpy?

Shadow: Because happiness comes from within.

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