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seraphdreams · 1 year

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NO PHOTOS — BAJI KEISUKE/KAZUTORA HANEMIYA.

— CONTAINS. fem!reader, 3some, slight choking, praise/degradation, reader is referred to as sweetheart and doll, multiple rounds, tora is an energetic fucker. 18+ mdni.

— WORD COUNT. 4.0k

— NOTES. this is like my 50th repost cause i’m trying to not get flagged but i hope you enjoy the first addition to this miniseries. i really loved writing it all and i hope i don’t have to repost it again :( also listen to the song “no photos” by don toliver!

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They say rivalries could fuck up a friendship.

Not particularly for Baji and Kazutora though.

Rivalry was invigorating to them, something they needed in their day to day lives like water to survive, and even after their childhood years, they still found themselves battling against each other somehow. So, it didn’t come as much of a surprise to Kazutora when he arrived at Bonten’s freshly established headquarters, complete with its own separate hotel and casino, to see that his opponent was Shibuya’s best, Baji Keisuke.

A smirk then followed a laugh when Hanemiya thought over it more. Baji? It’d been years since he last saw his best friend, his only fond memory being attending Keisuke’s graduation; How strange of someone with their veterinary degree to take on racing. To each their own, he presumed.

In turn, however, Kazutora spent most of his time in jail. Trouble seemed to follow him everywhere he went like a lost puppy with its unreliable owner. And at the end of every day, he promised himself he’d get better—He had to. And he did. Prison struck the opportunity for him to pick up new dexterities, other than his last hobby of breaking and entering. With that, he grew increasingly knowledgeable in the field of motorbikes. Once he got out, he landed himself a job at a local bike shop. Comfortable; the pay was great, he did what he loved, and when he was exceptionally lucky, he’d get to compete against others in his area, being an undefeated favorite as well.

Now with him settled into his suite, alongside his roguish roommate, the need for competition grew stronger.

“It’s been a minute, huh, Keisuke?” Kazutora sighs out, laying across the opposite side of his bed. Coming from Tora, it was rich. Rich in the sense that whenever it came down to the two going head to head back in Shibuya, Kazutora conveniently found himself sitting in a cell. “Sure has. I was startin’ to think your bum ass was scared of me.” Baji responds with a snicker, adjusting his head on the headboard of the luxurious hotel bed.

“Never. But hey..” Kazutora starts, sitting up straight and resting his weight against his hands behind him. From the shift in octave of his last vocables, Baji knew to listen intently despite aimlessly scrolling on his phone. Probably looking at bikes again..

“Y’seen that new girl Bonten’s been hoarding? Fucking gorgeous.” Kei’s focus flits immediately to Hanemiya. “New girl?”

If you could only see the look on Tora’s face when he described you, as if he’d seen an angel from Heaven and came back down to Earth just to report it back to Baji. It was entertaining to say the least, how expressive he got when telling Keisuke you were about this tall, and your hair was the sexiest shade of this color, and he can’t fucking forget about your body. Each dip and curve of your frame was engraved into his brain with so much depth that if he’d somehow end up with amnesia, he couldn’t forget—He wouldn’t forget.

“Sounds like a real peach. The hell they need her for?” Baji queries. The truth being, Bonten needed you as a morale booster. Someone to remind them they were human even after a gruesome day’s work, and of course at times they’d get distracted, bend you over the desk in God-knows-who’s office just to make the prettiest mess out of you. It kept their spirits high, and they were fun men so you didn’t mind as much as you should’ve.

Kazutora thought for a second on what his next words would be. Spontaneously, he asks, “Wanna find out?” The question didn’t quite register in Baji’s mind until Tora graciously added that you were the designated flag girl. What a shame it’d be if you didn’t get to know your racers a few hours before they become less than friends and more than foe.

—

Last night’s packing took an immense amount of your energy, leaving you only to manage a quick shower in the morning after less than a full night's rest. You blamed Haru; That forgetful bastard, only he would make the mistake of relaying to you that the flight leaves at 6 A.M instead of P.M, which forced you to scramble for time you thought you had.

When you finally arrived at your suite, you opted for a nap to rejuvenate lost time, and fortunately you had been granted the night shift at what was beginning to feel like your new part-time job. You slept soundly without distractions for the next few hours, and once you awoke, a necessary shower was in your presence.

It wasn’t until you stepped out of the shower that you noticed your phone buzzing on the counter, paired with an unknown caller ID at the top of the screen. Normally, you’d ignore it, wait for the ringing to stop and carry on with whatever plans you had for the day, but since Bonten had a particular way of wiring your phone, to say the least, who knew what business you could be called in for.

“Hello?” You hold the phone between your ear and shoulder as you drape the towel around your dampened body. A soft voice projects through the other line, so gentle as though it were merely a whisper. “Is this Y/N?”

You move on to heading out the bathroom and into the bedroom where you set the phone on speaker and begin to apply your smell-goods. “Mhm, what’re you calling for?” There’s a brief bout of silence from the other side until the familiarity of hearing that docile tone vacated and it was replaced by a deeper, brasher timbre. “Y’not busy, are ya? Gotta race in a minute ‘nd ‘m losin’ motivation, sweetheart.” The sentiment of the pet name had heat surging through your body.

This must’ve been what Rindou was talking about. And to think all that talk about needing to “stick close by his side” because the others were bound to want you, was just a scheme to be possessive. Maybe actually listening to Bonten could teach you a few things.

You weren’t dumb as to not realize who was on the phone. It clicked for you the moment you heard his voice. He was your Boss’s friend, the one you reigned attractive against the others in the photos he’d shown you. Mikey had warned you that he was an unpredictable man, but seeing as Sanzu was someone you dealt with on a daily basis (regardless of if you wanted to or not), Baji was nothing.

Surely, you weren’t too busy with anything, and a quick welcome visit couldn’t hurt. “Not busy at all. Which room are you in, Keisuke?”

Fucking hell. Just how cute can you get? Kei tries his hardest to not let the grin on his features go noticed, or to not let the excitement rush straight to his dick, yet he fails at both. “Na, Kazutora..” You could hear him on the other end calling for Tora’s attention. “What room are we in?”

You couldn’t hear Tora’s response over the phone but luckily Baji was gracious enough to repeat it a second time, not necessarily just for you to hear; but for emphasis. An allure, roughly.

Room 602 — Who knows what’s to come?

Luckily, you were provided with the cutest checkered set, a gift from Ran Haitani himself—complete with a teensy tiny skirt and tight little crop top that left no part of your chest to the imagination. Truly adorable, the way it had fit your body, the uneasy feeling of bareness waning away once you stepped into your platform Miu Miu heels.

After some twirling in the mirror, you felt ready enough to make your way to their suite. You knocked gently against the lacquered door, in contrast to how sturdy, heavy almost, it felt underneath your knuckles. The handle turns and the door is pulled from the inside, revealing the men who occupied the area.

They had to be over 6’0, the both of them. You weren’t expecting to be towered over within the first ten seconds of arriving, it was evident on their features that they found you rather cute. The one you came to recognize as Baji was posted against the wall with his arms crossed, sharp eyes taking you in gradually. Hmm, intimidating.

The other held the door open, a soft close-eyed smile on his face. Ran would make the same expression with you at times too. A dark mole near his right eye gave him a more feminine look in comparison to the raven haired male a foot behind him. He seemed friendly, this must’ve been the carrier of the dulcet voice you heard from before.

“Cute outfit, that what you’re wearing tonight?” Baji queries, relaxing his stance in the slightest. Kazutora pulls the door in more, allowing you ample room to slip past him and to shut the door behind you. It takes a while for you to slowly nod while taking in the view of their room. Bonten really outdid themselves when coming up with floor plans for the hotel because every inch of each square foot seemed to be crafted specifically to fit their divine tastes. Nevertheless, a golden view of the water from the window situated in the living space. “I’ll try not to ruin it then.” Huh? What does he mean by that?

Your focus hastily snaps back to the man before you, a sinister smirk quirking at his lips that reveals two sharp… fangs? He’s far more frightening in person.

A hand on your wrist enthusiastically guides you to their room, it’s Kazutora, sitting you down amongst the bedsheets. Baji follows behind him, sitting across from you two. “Tora, relax. You’ll scare her.” You giggle at Keisuke’s assertiveness, receiving an eyebrow raise from him as soon as the airy chuckles reach his ears. “‘m not scared.” You respond, hands placed over your bare thighs.

“You’re so cute, like a doll. You’d let us get to know you a bit?” Kazutora’s voice resonates from the side of you he sat beside. You turn to look at him only now noticing his golden-hued eyes.

Very pretty.

“Of course.” Your response came out in a reassuring tone, the pair falling harder and harder for you as each second passes. Kazutora’s hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him, the tips of his fingers dancing dangerously close to your inner thighs.

“You gotta boyfriend?” He sing-songs. Baji leans in closer despite only being two feet away, his hands folded and rested over his lap. “Not technically.” You chime out, feeling as though you’ll go dizzy from the tantalizing scent of the man beside you.

“Not technically?” It’s Baji’s voice you hear now. “I mean, ‘m not with Bonten, but sometimes they treat me like a girlfriend.” Which wasn’t far from the truth. Your relationship with Bonten could be described as something similar to a friends with benefits ordeal. Not quite, but not far off.

“Your little boyfriends would probably be disappointed if they found out you were here, huh?” In response to Baji’s question, you shake your head. “They don’t have to know.”

So perfect and so fucking dumb. What did they do to deserve you?

Kazutora’s hand trails up your abdomen, to your sternum, and right under your jaw where he grips your throat with the lightest pressure and angles your head upwards to meet his eyes.

Those same friendly orbs from before diminished into something colder, with the faintest hint of mirth behind them. “Be honest with me, pretty baby. Who do ya think is gonna win today’s race? Me, or Keisuke?”

Hypnosis is what it felt like when you stared into his eyes, attempting to muster up an answer that would satisfy both parties, although you just… didn’t know. Kei’s eyes narrow as they land on Tora’s, the quick glance they give each other filled with devilry.

“I-I don’t know.” You give him your final resolve. Kazutora releases his grip on you and moves his hands back to your thighs, slightly pushing them open to reveal the barely there panties you wore underneath your skirt. “Don’t know?” Hanemiya’s voice is whispered against the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “How ‘bout we show you? You’d like that?” Hands that were previously between your thighs find themselves tugging down your little shirt, kneading the flesh of your tits softly. You elicit a low whine, nodding your head as Baji situates himself between your thighs, using his sharp teeth to pull the fabric of your panties down until they hang off one ankle.

“Imma make ya feel fucking good.” His eyes lock onto yours as he uses his tongue to switch between flicking and sucking at your clit. Kazutora settles behind you, allowing you to somewhat rest against his back while he continuously plays with your nipples.

Baji’s tongue is dangerous, he’s messy. The feeling of the wet muscle in and out of your core causes a docile whine to reverberate from your throat. He keeps your shaky legs open with his large, calloused hands, his pointed nose inadvertently aiding in the pleasure stemming from your clit and the only way you can really react is by bucking your hips up like a desperate whore. You couldn’t help it, he knows he’s too good.

“Kei-Keisuke!” You stutter out, hand moving to tangle in his dark locks, tugging gently. He returns your whine with a groan, speeding up his ministrations which make your hole twitch around him, legs threatening to close any second. From his perspective, you looked like an angel. Everything about you so sweet, cute, and innocent. Just the thought of knowing how other men have had their way with you, gets him harder than a fucking rock.

It’s incredibly messy at this point. Kazutora’s lips take purchase on yours, kissing you sloppy and rough. His fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples cause you to go crazy, just a thread holding you back from your orgasm. You’re so incredibly wet too, Keisuke can’t even tell if the strings of slick dripping down the bedsheets come from his saliva or the growth of your arousal.

You can't take anymore at this point, opting to run away from the pleasure instead of giving in, but Baji’s hands grip hard around the fat of your thighs, keeping you still as he gives you a sharp glance, one that’s only a warning. Kazutora pulls away to recollect his breath, eyes scanning over the scene on display. There’s a dopey grin on his face that you miss as he watches your clit twitch. “Fuck, her pussy’s so pretty!”

“Gonna cum! L-Lemme cum!” Your voice is slurred, hips uncontrollably rutting into Baji’s mouth. He slows the jerking of his own hips against the mattress, pulling away from your heat and replacing the lost feeling with his fingers on your clit. He circles them against the nub with slight pressure, watching how your jaw drops open and sonorous mewls slip out.

“This whatcha wanted? Y’sound so pretty, even that pussy’s talkin’ ta me.”

You were too caught up in your own pleasure to even notice the raunchy squelches of your creamy cunt resonating throughout the room. How embarrassing.

It only takes a few more moments for your body to convulse under the sensation, your juices dripping down Kei’s arm and back arched against Kazutora’s chest. “Atta-fucking-girl! Look at that!” Tora coos. That signature smirk returns back to Baji’s features, mesmerized with the way your pussy pulses in orgasm. “We’re gonna have so much fun witcha tonight.”

Keisuke sits up, kneeling at one side of the bed, repositioning you so that you’re arched nice and pretty for him while Kazutora kneels at the other end, your face millimeters from his cock. Kei wraps five digits around the back of your neck, pulling you towards him to meet his eyes. You stare up at him with those angelic orbs, doe eyes rendering nothing behind them, just pure vacancy while you pout in the slightest, a reaction from his vice-like grip around your throat. “Y’gonna take it all for us?” A quiet mhm is muttered from your throat, Baji beaming down at you with his menacing smile, satisfied with your answer. “Be careful with Tora,” Keisuke lets his grip go and he leans down over you, whispering into your ear, loud enough for the other to hear. “He’s a throat fucker.”

He sits back up straight, unzipping his pants slowly before taking out his hard-on. If only you could see how much Kei leaked, just how huge it was. You could only guess when he teasingly slipped the tip in and out, entertained with the way you stretched around him. Kazutora, on the other hand, slides his length down your throat fully, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. Instinctively, you wrap your lips around his shaft, gradually building up a bobbing rhythm.

Kei wanes his teasing enough when he watches how well you envelop the half-blond. He slowly pushes into you at the hilt, sighing out a deep rasp before practically pounding your hole, leaving you no room to adjust to his massive cock.

God, his dick is fucking heavy. It stretches you out wide enough to the point where you feel as though your cunt can’t take anymore, all while your hands grip the sheets underneath you for leverage that only helps in the slightest. Tora’s hand grips at the hollow of your cheek while you continue to take as much of him as you can. He’s really trying his hardest to not let his hips take control and accept the pleasure you’re languidly giving him, yet he fails, letting his hips reel back and cock slip down your awaiting throat. His thrusts are hard in tandem with Baji’s, both the men using you to get off.

Little tears begin to pool at your waterline which Kazutora finds amusement in, fucking your throat at a faster, wilder pace. Vibrations from your throat shoot through the parameters of his length, eliciting a whimper which follows a groan. “So fuckin’ good, baby..”

A harsh slap stings across your ass once Keisuke finds his rhythm, the warmth and wetness of your hole inviting him in like he was just meant to be there. You wince in response, trying your hardest to not run from the pleasure. “Guess your men are good for something, cause fuck, you take it so well.” His hand slips down partially, enough for his thumb to enter your puckered hole, pumping the digit slowly. From this, your eyes roll into the back of your head, legs starting to feel like jello and even you can’t seem to keep yourself arched for him. “Y’got so tight after that, ‘s like you want me to cum in you.”

Your mind goes hazy, the only thing bouncing around in that empty brain of yours being the need to make a mess. Just the feeling alone of being used like a toy has your core tightening, the sign of your next orgasm. Tora’s grasp on your cheeks reach lower, the taut sensation of his hand now around your neck. He groans while watching as his cock struggles to fit down your throat. He could virtually grab his phone and record how he’s having his way with you, possibly use it for future reference when he’s alone and missing the warmth you give him.

“Ah shit, I think the little thing’s gonna cum. Is that right?” Keisuke goads, using both hands to pull your faltering hips back up. A tiny mhmm is sounded from your throat and he takes his fingers to rub your clit in tight circles. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he coaxed your orgasm from you, spit dripping from your lips and around Tora’s shaft as a sheer layer of your essence coats the entirety of Keisuke’s cock.

The sight of it all has Tora’s eyes crossing and balls tightening, being the first to shoot his load into your mouth. He gradually slows his movements to a halt, pulling from your mouth to give you a chance to finally breathe. You’re gasping, practically choking when air settles back into your lungs, your body shaking from the overstimulation of Baji inside your heat.

There’s a hard thrust, then another before Baji releases inside you, creating a beautiful mosaic of the messes you both made. Quite the artist, he was.

Before you know it, you’re being manhandled into yet another position, this time being ass up for Kazutora and face to cock with Baji. Just how much stamina do these guys have?

Kazutora’s first to slip in, a more fucked out moan leaving his lips when he observes the way his cock slips easily into your cunt. You’re so fucking wet, he can’t think straight. Baji lines his length up with your lips, shallowly pushing in. “Just the tip, sweetheart. Wanna see if you know how to control yourself.” You wrap your lips around his plush tip, sucking harshly.

Tora finally starts to move. You’re just too fucking wet he can’t help it when he’s already getting carried away, fucking you senseless. Such a mess on his cock, he’s lost.

It was easier to take in as much as Baji prohibited but with the trajectory of Hanemiya’s thrusts, you’re going past your limit.

“Kazutora, slow the fuck down. You got her chokin’ on my cock more than she usually does” Baji hisses out, vexation fueling his arousal. Even though it wasn’t your fault, you’d probably apologize if you could, let the man before you know that you were totally capable of at least trying to keep control. Much to no avail, Kazutora refuses to ease up, instead letting pleasure overrun his senses.

It was loud. The sounds of skin slapping, mixtures of whining and groaning, anyone from outside the door could probably walk past and hear just how cute you sounded getting fucked out your mind. Maybe that’s what they wanted, the whole establishment to know that you weren’t just Bonten’s little slut, but theirs too.

The next few moments whizz by like nothing, your hole getting stuffed for a second time and your tongue met with the acrid flavor of cum. You’re splayed across the bed, heaving for air with fatigue growing inside you hastily. “So, who d’ya think was better? Me or Kei?” It’s that giddy tone that lets you know it’s Kazutora speaking. Both the men seem unaffected from the previous situations yet you're the one left winded. “Both..You both were really, really good.”

Kazutora makes a buzzer-like sound, as if you’d been mistaken in your resolve. “Wrong! There’s only one winner.” Baji scoffs at Kazutora’s antics, checking the time on his phone. “We should probably head out, seems like races’ll start soon.”

“Do me a favor, baby..” Baji’s words hang off the tip of his tongue purposefully as he makes his way to you, standing you up and adjusting your outfit back in place. “Be good and keep our cum stuffed in this tight little hole, or else your boyfriends’ll be real upset.”

He tilts his head in a mocking manner and you nod along.

A quick wave of goodbye and wishes of “good luck!” leave your lips as you finally leave the BajiTora abode. Tonight’s race should be interesting one.

— In the end, it was Kazutora who reigned victorious, leaving Baji to his first defeat. The victor didn’t matter to them, they just enjoyed it; enjoyed being together whenever they could. For sure, Chifuyu would have to hear about this once they get back home.

After your limited experience of waving around a flag while trying to keep your panties from revealing too much, you grew tired, quite frankly. There had to be other things to do once races completed.

“Wonder what Koko’s doing!”

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notafunkiller · 9 months

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sparks fly

Summary: While you are looking for Rebecca, you unexpectedly meet her brother, Bucky Barnes, your new gorgeous neighbor.

Pairing: neighbor!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: fluff, age gap (the reader is 25, Bucky is 33), teasing, no mention of y/n

Word Count: <1K

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A/N: An extra thank you to @marvelouslizzie and @lavenderhaze967 for being my beta readers and for the endless support.

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

It started in the most random way. One morning, you want to announce Rebecca and your other neighbor, Elena, there might be some noise next week cause you need to call someone to fix your leaking faucet, but you are shocked to see a strange man when the door opens.

You and Rebecca don't know each other well since she didn’t seem much around and you moved there just 2 months ago.

You are embarrassed and surprised, especially since you are still wearing your pajamas. Bucky is trying not to stare at your legs or chest and be respectful meanwhile you are ogling him. From his bare feet and his pink shorts to the white tank top that you’ve never expected to look so good on anyone and his perfect man bun, you find him really attractive. He’s a tall, big man -huge-, with the bluest eyes ever.

And he’s so nice and friendly. You run into each other a few times before you invite him over for dinner. Since you are going to live across each other, you want to know a little more about him.

Bucky has been staying in Rebecca's apartment since she got married, so just a couple of days. He returned to New York after being abroad for a year. The fact that he owns an advertising agency doesn’t surprise you since he is a creative person and a known photographer apparently (you googled him), but he’s surprised when he finds out you’re a copywriter.

You slowly create a routine and spend every Saturday evening eating and watching films together while discussing work and random things.

"I would love to have a cat one day," you say with a smile.

"You can, Tisha loves animals."

Your landlord is a nice person indeed.

"Only if you get one with me." You’re not serious, though. You wouldn't "blackmail" him like that. You haven’t gotten a cat until now because your previous landlords made it clear that it’s not allowed.

"Let's go."

You laugh, shocked by his serious tone. Is he messing with you? "Are you serious?"

Bucky gives you a confused look as he finishes his last bite and drops the fork on his plate. "Why would I joke about it?"

"So you are a cat guy!" You jump excitedly from the chair. You knew it!

"Is this a thing?"

You snort, mimicking his tone "Is this a thing? Of course it is, silly. You passed my test.”

The look on his face is priceless, but you can’t judge him.

"I am confused."

"If you hated cats, then you’d be a red flag."

"You kids and your slangs." He shakes his head amused.

"Do you need an extra explanation? You roll your eyes, but, truth be told, you like it when he plays the old man card. He is not old after all. 33 is definitely not old. "People, men especially, who hate cats are absolutely the worst."

"Not animals in general?"

"Nope." You shake your head. "It's a different thing."

"Oh, please go ahead." He gestures with his right hand for you to continue.

"Cats people love all animals usually. Many puppy lovers, unfortunately, especially men as I said, hate cats. As in... when you ask people what animals they like the most or you talk about cats, they are offended and say they are dog people in that awful way, you know? They shit on cats and mention how dogs are better, despite it not being a competition, because they always wait for you and love you unconditionally. How cats are these horrible little creatures because they can’t be tamed."

"Ohhhh." His lips form an "O" as he finally starts to understand. "Because cats are independent and they hate that, don't they?"

"Finally, grandpa!" You high-five him.

And in less than an hour, you two get home with the two female cats that chose you instantly when you got there by licking and crying after you. They slept in your lap the whole ride home, even when Bucky stopped to buy them some food, and the next day, as two proud and happy parents, you made sure Alpine and Miss Bubbles are vaccinated and trimmed.

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garoujo · 1 year

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YOUR TOUCH IS LIKE HEAVEN — GENSHIN IMPACT

feat : diluc, ayato, alhaitham, kazuha + thoma.

♱ warnings — f!reader, where their hands are during the good stuff, teasing, my first time writing thoma help >< / note. repost since the other got flagged sob <3

・✶ ｡ﾟ DILUC RAGNVINDR

it’s almost too easy the way that diluc folds you, presses his thighs up against your ass as he sinks his heavy cock into you — knocking the air out of your lungs with every wet connection of his hips with yours. you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like he reaches, effortlessly keeping you spread for him as your thighs press closer to your own chest.

“a-archons—i can barely hold myself back.” you know he cant with the way you’re squeezing around him, every sinful little twitch of your walls only draws his nearer as his large hands squeeze into your skin, pinning you to the mattress beneath you when he curls himself over you.

everything about the way diluc touches you, moves you so carefully despite the want that consumes and fogs his mind as he fucks you is intoxicating. it only drives you closer to your own orgasm as you try to meet each thrust of his with needy little ones of your own, eager to take more of him as his jaw clenches and he hisses through his teeth.

“heh, it’s been a while since someone has tested my self control this much.” he grunts with the next languid roll of his hips into yours, fat cock grinding mindlessly along your sweet spots as your hands twist into the bedsheets at your side. he loves you like this, when hes fucking you into the sheets as he folds you — keeping you in place with his own unparalleled strength so he can watch how beautifully you take his cock.

“not that i’m one to complain, sweetheart. you just feel t-too good is all.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ KAMISATO AYATO

ayato felt utterly consumed by you whenever you took him like this, pressed into his lap as you bounce your slick pussy along the length of him — pretty hands tangled in his hair as you keep him pressed close to you. he’s flushed to his chest as his hands smooth along your body, fingers pressing against your jawline before he’s urging you to look at him.

“let me see how pretty you look, don’t hide from me.” he grins softly despite the teasing undercurrent his words carry. he knows you’re so lost in it already, pretty lips parting to moan everytime you take more of him and every thrust makes him feel even deeper as he grinds himself into you, eagerly meeting your movements with practiced precision as he takes in your lewd expressions.

you feel ayato’s fingers twitch against your jaw once more with the next particularly sharp thrust, making his cock throb from where it presses deep inside of you and he breathes out a laugh at the sweet little saccharine moan that follows from you after. “does that feel good? hm, i can’t quite hear you, sweetheart. speak up for me.”

he knows you can’t answer him, your mind is too clouded with how well he’s fucking you before he’s slowing his pace to a grind — urging you to slow down as a soft whine falls from your lips. but the sound only draws his closer as his lips ghost yours, his grip on your jaw keeping you in place deliberately as he teases you with a low hum — pulling away at the last second until you’re grinding yourself needily along his cock and asking him to finally kiss you.

“oh, where are your manners? you know i love when you beg, hm.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ALHAITHAM

it was as intoxicating as it was infuriating the way alhaitham could work your body so easily with just the slightest touch, his cock pressing deep into your walls as he bathes you in the pleasure only he can give you, one of his more handsome smiles on his face when he gives you a smug sort of look.

his touch is gentle at first when his fingers trace between your thighs, rolling sticky circles in your puffy clit as he watches the way your hips twist and jolt at the touch. you feel mindless beneath him when he presses harder, matching it perfectly with every deep kiss of his cock along your sweet spots until the flames of your orgasm lick at your spine.

“oh? so it’s here you want me to touch you? you simply had to ask.” but that’s what alhaitham wants as his pace suddenly slows to a languid grind, his touch on your clit easing deliberately so he can watch the way you try to follow the touch, babbling out his name with you’re so mean as it accompanies a pretty little wet look from beneath him. although it was quite the opposite, because he knows he wouldn’t have lasted much longer if you continued to squeeze around him so perfectly.

“oh? have i ever been so mean? one might argue that i spoil you.” his voice is drawled out and low as his gaze trails over you, his fingers petting through the slick folds of your pussy before he’s deliberately angling himself against the spots he knows you want him most. but it’s softer now, like he’s proving a point — smug and so fucking sexy when he presses you into the soft pillows beneath you as his hips move in harmony with your own, fingers returning to the sensitive bud as he circles it lightly.

“i mean right now for instance, hmfff—could.. could you ask for more? it seems to me you’re enjoying yourself, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟKAEDEHARA KAZUHA

it was obvious in the way kazuha’s hands roamed your body that he was completely enamoured by you, groping and kneading at your hips as he presses deeper into the walls of your pussy — pulling sweet little pleased sounds from your lips with every intimate touch. it makes you melt into the mattress beneath you as he fucks you, taking a slow handful of your breast as he hums lowly.

“you are simply breathtaking, my love. my favourite sight, just like t-this.” he breathes, tone unsteady despite the way you still feel his words rock through you when he leans down — pressing kisses along the dip of your shoulder as he grinds down into you. his cock presses deeper with the next squeeze of his palm, fingers pulling back to pull lightly at your hardened nipples as he breathes out a shameless whine.

kazuha couldn’t get enough of you, in any sense — when your spread out and baring all for him as he fucks you, your fingers leaving pretty red marks along the ivory skin of his back with the way he works you open. his movements become softer with every roll of his hips and it makes heat burst and warm along your thighs with how good he manages to make you feel, he works you like he’s studied you.

but he has, he’s committed every pretty little expression and mewl you make to memory as his fingers twist around your nipples again — flicking over the buds lightly until he feels you shudder beneath him. your pussy twitches and squeezes around his cock in time with his movements, your breath coming in short pants of his name as his lips suckle needily along the sensitive spots in your neck while his body claps with yours.

“o-oh.. i could do this all day, i’ll never be able to get enough of how sweet you are. i cant help but need more.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ THOMA

you gasp and thoma groans as he sinks carefully up inside you, one of his hand squeezing yours tight as it intertwines with his own, while the other works on pulling your hips closer to his as your back arches. his cock feels like it sinks into you forever, deliciously thick, curved upwards and warm and it glides so sweetly past the spots inside of you that make your whole body twitch, your pussy tightening harder around him the deeper he goes.

“a-ah! does that feel good?” he grunts, desperately trying to steady the needy waver his voice threatens to take as you squeeze around him — pretty abdomen tightening before he works his hips back. he squeezes your intertwined hands again when you don’t reply, urging you for an answer before he’s rolling his hips back into you with another low whimper.

“it feels soo good!” you reply and thoma can’t help the soft smile that twitches at his lips at the sound, bangs falling slightly messy over his eyes as he gives you a needy, starry-eyed look. “im glad. that’s all i could ask for afterall, let me please you.” he rasps as he curls over you, lips pressing sweet kisses along your features with his first real thrust of his cock as your lips part, intertwined hands squeezing tight at the pleasure that clouds your mind.

“y-you feel so good already.” he tells you, his praise dripping through your rocking body and down your spine and it feels like he ignites something in you. he makes your insides curl and ache as your lips drop open to moan his name and his own ragged breathing only urges you to pull him closer so he can kiss you, pinning your intertwined hands above your head as he sends you a dazed look.

“i’m.. hmmph—i’m gonna take such good care of you.”

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sunny44 · 8 months

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The Hamilton’s

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton and daughter

Warnings: none

Summary: Ava is yours and Lewis’ daughter and of course she’s the sassy Hamilton.

This story is based on this request, hope you guys like it.

On a sunny Sunday morning, the Formula 1 circuit was bustling with preparations for the race. Y/n and Lewis, an amazing couple who shared a passion for speed and competition, were busy greeting colleagues, fitting helmets and preparing for the day's race.

Their 13-year-old daughter, Ava, was walking around the paddock, eager to see her dad in action.

As she watched the action in the pits, Ava found herself surrounded by a crowd of reporters, all trying to get an exclusive interview. One young, confident reporter stood out, approaching Ava with a microphone.

"Hello, Ava! It's exciting to see you here to support your dad. What's it like being a Hamilton?"

"Well, you know, we’ll I have infinity VIP pass so that’s amazing.” The reposted laugh’s

"You must feel proud to be part of such an iconic family. How has that influenced you?"

“Oh, absolutely. I was practically born with a helmet and a stopwatch. Competition is in our DNA. And I guess racing is too."

The reporter laughed, impressed with the young woman's attitude. Ava seemed to be having fun with the questions.

"And what's it like being here, watching the race?"

"Oh, it's great. I'm happy to take time out from practicing my own speed to watch my dad. After all, I owe him my ability to be late home."

"So, do you think we'll see you on the track one day too?" Ava, with a mischievous grin.

"Well, I'll keep my driver's license ready. You never know when the world will need another Hamilton to dominate the races, you know since my dad is getting old."

The reporter seemed impressed by the young woman's fearless attitude. Ava was clearly enjoying the moment and showing her sarcastic side.

"Thanks for your answers, Ava. Have a great day here!"

"No problem! I'll hope my dad finishes first and then pick up some tips on how to handle the trophies."

With a last laugh, the reporter walked away leaving Ava smiling and watching the pits with pride. The young Hamilton had undoubtedly inherited her family's speed and fearless attitude and was ready to carve out her own place on the track one day.

As the race got underway and the engines roared down the track, Ava stood excitedly in the stands, her eyes fixed on her father's car, ready to accelerate.

The adrenaline of competition coursed through her veins and she was determined to cheer Lewis on to success.

Ava watched her father's car gain position after position, overtaking opponents with skill and dexterity. Her heart pounded with every corner, every overtake, and she was totally immersed in the world of Formula 1. As the cars roared down the straights, she couldn't help but imagine herself in the cockpit, feeling the thrill of speed first-hand.

As Ava continued to follow the race, the curious reporter returned for one last question.

"Ava, are you looking forward to a possible career on the track?"

"Of course! After all, who better than a Hamilton to add a new twist to racing?"

Ava cast a confident glance at the reporter, making it clear that she was ready to take on any challenge the racing world could offer. She was determined to make the Hamilton name shine even brighter on the track.

As the race neared its end and the checkered flag was about to be waved, Ava jumped out of the stands and ran to the pits, anxiously waiting to see her father cross the finish line. When Lewis finally crossed the line, in first place, Ava let out a shout of joy, jumping up and down in excitement while her mom smile at her.

Hugs and smiles filled the pits as Lewis' team celebrated his victory. Ava ran into her father's arms, looking up at him with pride.

"What's up, champ? It's not every day you win a race with such an amazing fan in the stands, is it?" Lewis laughed, hugging his daughter affectionately.

"Absolutely, my little sprinter. Looks like the next generation of Hamiltons is ready to rock."

As the podium approached and the national anthem played, Ava was filled with joy and anticipation. She knew that one day she could be on that podium, receiving the winner's trophy with the same pride and determination as her father.

And so the story of the Hamilton’s s continued to unfold, with speed, passion and a touch of daring that was truly characteristic of this unique family.

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sl-ut · 1 year

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a lady’s demand

pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader

description: rhaenyra comes face-to-face with her former best friend years later, and all of the feelings that she thought had simmered down have begun to boil over.

warnings: got/hotd typical triggers, mentions of children dying :(

words: 3K

date posted: 31/01/23

(REPOSTED BC TUMBLR FLAGGED IT??)

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Life had been increasingly bland for Rhaenyra since she had been promoted as the heir to the Iron Throne. As a young lady she’d imagined herself in two situations; one where she had taken a husband but still had her most faithful friend and paramour at her side, and another where she had actually been able to take a wife rather than a husband. She was not able to accomplish either of these things in the twenty-odd years that had passed since she had last seen her dearest Y/n.

The princess had been married at the urgence of her father’s failing health to young Ser Laenor Velaryon–her cousin. There were still many who had not yet come to terms with the fact that Rhaenyra was still first in line for her father’s throne, especially after the birth of three young princes on Alicent’s part, so it was not beyond Rhaenyra’s comprehension as to why she was being pawned off to the second most powerful and ancient houses, as well as the only remaining family with pure Valyrian blood in their veins. She had thought that this might have silenced many of the hurtful whispers at court, though she did very little to help herself when she birthed three dark-haired princes, all who appeared to be the spitting image of Ser Harwin Strong rather than her husband.

She found it much easier to accustom herself to the married lifestyle than she had ever expected it to be, though it would be improper if she were not to admit that she did not live the typical life of a royal wife. She and her husband had very little to do with each other physically, but had grown to be very good friends, and he remained a somewhat dutiful father to their three young boys, despite the fact that he was fully knowledgeable of who their true father was. Between the relationships she had found with her husband, children, and occasional lover, she had expected to have been too busy to even consider the fact that she might be lonely.

As much as she may have wanted to deny herself anything but the utmost feeling of confidence and security, Rhaenyra could tell that her political position was wavering, as well as her social standing. Few could genuinely stand to exchange too much conversation with the princess–she had often come off as harsh or cynical at feasts, and had also made it very clear to the court that any friends of the queen would be the enemies of herself. She had fallen so far from where she had once stood, no longer the one that lords fawned over or whose ladies tried their best to impress with pretty songs and needlepoint, and she could pinpoint the exact moment where the rapid descent had begun.

Over the first year of Y/n’s marriage, she wrote to the princess many times. The first letter contained a heartfelt apology, begging her to understand why she was forced to leave and only referring to her as her ‘dearest Rhaenyra.’ The second came a month later, a few weeks after Y/n’s wedding–Y/n proudly wrote to her old friend that she was with child. In the third, she told her of her early labours, though she claimed they were well worth it once she laid eyes on her sweet little boy, as well as congratulating Rhaenyra on her own marriage, wishing her and Laenor a lifetime of happiness. Rhaenyra sometimes wondered if things might have been different if she had done the same to Y/n–a fight could be forgiven, Rhaenyra understood by this point that there was simply nothing that Y/n could do in order to avoid her marriage, especially now that she had been forced into her own. However, she began to understand the brokenness of their relationship as letters began to arrive only every few months.

The final letter that she would receive was messier than any of the others. The seal was smudged, but the princess had very no doubt of who this letter was from. Her heart clenched at the sight of the tear-stained parchment, the penmanship not nearly as neat and tidy as Y/n had been trained to produce. Rhaenyra wept silently as she read the vague details of the sickness that had spread through the north, and how both of her young children had met the Stranger in the early hours of the morning. The final letter referred to her only as ‘Princess,’ rather than any affectionate nicknames, and Rhaenyra understood this to be the final chance being given by her friend, but it would not be taken. Rhaenyra quietly wiped her cheeks and slipped the letter inside the locked wooden box with the rest.

The princess was surrounded by family at court, and yet, she was almost entirely alone. Her father was growing increasingly ill, and most of Alicent’s time was spent caring for him and her children. Rhaenyra’s own boys were now at the age where she was unable to hover over them at all times, aside from Joffrey, who was still a babe. Laenor was a friend, someone she could confide in, though it was quite rare that he was sober while she did so, and was off with the prettiest of boys at court more often than he was with his family. Harwin, well he was physically comforting to her, but they both knew that the relationship between them was born out of mutual loneliness, not love. She could not deny that she missed having Y/n at her side, nor that she was not apologetic over the nature of their parting, but she was unable to overcome her fatal flaw of her undying pride. In fact, there were many times when she asked Harwin to come to her bed, only to close her eyes and imagine her dearest friend as she reached her climax. Even his death caused her to mourn the physical comfort that he brought her more than any sort of emotions that may have been involved.

It was not until she’d been widowed and remarried within the same few days that Rhaenyra had caught wind of the death of Lord Crane, leaving Y/n a widow in the north, where she had no family or allies. Her initial instinct had been to write to her, to invite her to stay at Dragonstone, perhaps they could even mend their relationship–she couldn’t imagine that Daemon would be entirely opposed to welcoming another woman into their marriage.

But she did not. Instead, she wrote no letters and continued to keep every ounce of love that she still held for Y/n secret from her husband. She understood that there would come a day where it did not hurt so much to think of her, though the princess did not doubt for a moment that Y/n of House Y/l/n was the love of her life.

Political tensions surrounding the line of succession seemed to have settled tremendously since the princess’s departure to Dragonstone, though that was likely more so because she simply was not present to hear any of the newly-brought up courtly gossip. It plagued her to return to King’s Landing in order to restore her son’s inheritance, but it made it clear to her that just removing her boys out of the public eye was not enough to prevent them from being shamed and scrutinised over their birthrights, especially now so that she had given Daemon two more sons, both of which inherited traditional Valyrian appearances.

Rhaenyra was immediately underwhelmed by the greeting that she received as she returned to the palace where she’d grown up. She pictured herself climbing out of the carriage and meeting her sweet Y/n at the gates after touring for betrothal candidates. Instead, she was met only by a handful of guards and servants and Lord Caswell, who had proven himself to have been the only member of her father’s court who hadn’t been eagerly awaiting her eventual misstep so that they might usurp her and have her replaced by her younger brother, Aegon.

The Red Keep, too, had changed. The large tapestries and sigils of her ancestral house had been removed, and large figures and artwork depicting the Seven had taken their place. This was no doubt a decision made by the queen, who had once tried her best to influence Rhaenyra with her own religious values. She also recognized very few of the courtiers; of course all of those who had been devoted to serving the queen, the hand, or both were still present, though there were many new faces.

The silver-haired princess sighed, clasping her hands together in front of her as she stared up at the crimson leaves hanging from the weirwood tree above her. This was the one place in the Red Keep that had seemingly not changed too much in the years since she’d removed herself from court, but there was still a strange energy that lingered over the area as she huddled closer to herself beneath her shawl.

“Are you alright, mother?” She turned her head, finding Jace standing several feet away, concerned marking his features as he took in his mother’s own expression.

The princess sniffled, “Of course, my boy. ‘Tis only strange to see my home so different from how I remember it.”

“Does it make you sad?”

“It does.”

He stepped closer, standing close to her side as he stared into the ruby eyes of the tree, “What happens to us if they side with Vaemond Velaryon–if they find Luke, Joffrey, and I to be illegitimate?”

“Do not ask such questions, Jace,” She snapped, “To even question your own birth as my heir, and to question my virtue as the future queen is treasonous. Besides, there is absolutely no evidence against us, it would be impossible to–”

The oxygen left her lungs as if someone had beaten her in the gut. As she turned to face her eldest son, an eerily familiar face appeared behind him. The woman appeared spooked at the sight of the princess, turning on her heel and rushing off in the direction that she had come from.

“Mother–”

“Go back to your rooms,” Rhaenyra ordered as she pushed past him.

“”But–”

“Go, Jace.”

Considering the fact that the princess was more than halfway through her sixth pregnancy, she was rather quick on her feet as she desperately raced through the corridors, finding herself wandering into the darkened, winding corridors that travelled beneath the Red Keep. Her eyes darted back and forth in the darkness, aided only by the receding shadow cast on the wall, disappearing more and more as the figure furthered their distance from the nearest light source.

“Stop!” Rhaenyra cried out, pausing as she found herself face to face with Balerion the Dread–or what was left of him. This portion of the underground was brightly illuminated by candlelight, disallowing anyone to go unnoticed, even the crouched figure hiding behind the large pedestal that supported the weight of the large skull.

The princess sighed, feigning exhaustion as she slipped behind one of the large columns, exaggerating her footsteps as she did so. For a few moments, there was nothing. Then, like a spirit appearing out of thin air, Rhaenyra rounded the column and came face-to-face with the Lady Y/n.

“My lady,” Rhaenyra pursed her lips, suddenly aware that she hadn’t considered what she would say to her in this situation.

Her violet eyes scanned the woman in front of her; her hair was shorter than it had been since she’d last seen her, and she had matured into a much more womanly figure–no doubt aided by the process of having children. Her face had aged considerably as well, and her eyes portrayed a soul that was much older than she truly was, someone who had faced many hardships. She was beautiful, that much, Rhaenyra could not deny, but she could not help but feel sorrow dwelling in the depth of her stomach at her sadness.

“Princess,” Y/n’s gaze remained directed to the ground, “I had heard that you had returned to the capitol.”

“I cannot say the same for you. Pray tell, what are you doing so far from the north?”

A flash of despair crossed Y/n’s features, “I should not be so surprised to find that you have not heard of my husband’s passing, and without his sons to be raised, there is nothing for me in Denmerhell.”

Rhaenyra blanched, feeling a pinch of agitation at her words, though she knew that she could not blame her for feeling as if Rhaenyra had abandoned her.

“Or perhaps you have not yet heard of the death of my boys,” Her voice cracked, “I wrote to you, though I’m not certain that you ever received any of my letters.”

“I did,” Rhaenyra whispered, “I received them. I read them. I still have them.”

Y/n appeared taken aback, “And yet you did not respond?”

Rhaenyra shrugged, “I was angry with you, just as I imagine you were with me.”

“Angry with me? For an argument we had as girls–over something that you know I had no control of?” Y/n scoffed, shaking her head, “I wrote to you, begged you to forgive me. I was not angry with you, Rhaenyra, but I am now.”

“You left,” Rhaenyra barked, taking a series of steps closer to the other woman, “You may not have had a choice in the matter, that much I understand, but you cannot blame me for being angry with you. You were all that I had, my father was too preoccupied, and Alicent wanted nothing to do with me.”

“You did not lose me, Rhaenyra,” She whispered to her, closing the gap between them and taking her hand, “I was with you, I tried to be with you. I would have visited, just as you could have visited me.”

A tear trickled down Rhaenyra’s cheek. She tipped her head forward, pressing her forehead against Y/n’s as her free hand cupped her jawline.

“I am sorry,” Rhaenyra whispered. Her pride was something that she had always been unwilling to submit to anyone else, and she had felt a pang in her gut for doing so, yet she knew that this was long overdue, “For your children, for your husband, for not writing to you. I would wish you a lifetime of only goodness if I were able to, but I cannot deny that I am thankful that the gods have brought us back together.”

Y/n raised her free hand, pressing it to Rhaenyra’s swollen womb beneath her shawl, smiling lightly through her own tears, “As am I. I only wish that it was under much different circumstances. I had once dreamed of our children growing up together, playing together.”

Rhaenyra smiled softly, “I had once dreamed of our children growing up as children, and you would be my wife.”

The peaceful expression slipped away from Y/n’s features, “You shouldn’t say such things, Rhaenyra, you’re married. You have children, you are pregnant with your husband’s child.”

Rhaenyra shook her head, perfectly placed strands of silver hair bouncing and reflecting the candlelight as she did so, “I love my husband, my children, and you. A thousand miles and anger could not smother the love I hold for you.”

Y/n did not respond, only blinking her eyes closed as leaning closer to her former lover. She absorbed every ounce of comfort that Rhaenyra was offering, free to indulge herself while they were away from prying eyes. Carefully, the lady nodded her head, eyes sliding open to meet a deep sea of amethyst before leaning closer and capturing her lips with her own.

If Rhaenyra was surprised by this, she did not show it as she immediately reciprocated. Both of her hands moved to grasp the sides of Y/n’s face, holding her close as she forced every ounce of love and despair that had been dwelling within her over the past twenty-odd years into the movements of her lips.

“Please,” the silver haired woman murmured into the embrace, palms sliding down to grasp at the thick material of the lady’s gown, “Allow me to have you.”

Y/n pulled back, “After all of these years, is it truly only my body that you lust after?”

Rhaenyra shook her head, purple eyes beaming in the candlelight as she tipped her forehead against Y/n’s, “I yearn for your body, mind, and soul. My only mistake was not telling you sooner. I beg of you, my love, let me have you.”

There was a pregnant pause, only the deep, bated breaths of both women lingering in the little space left between them. Y/n tugged her lip in between her teeth, gnawing at the swollen flesh anxiously. Rhaenyra could not blame her if she refused, quite honestly. The princess was married, and heavily pregnant with her sixth child, while Y/n had recently lost a husband who she had been rather fond of, and was still in deep mourning of her own two children who were taken from her so cruelly. It was her only wish to bring her even a sliver of the joy that she had once possessed back into her life, and perhaps if he were agreeable, Daemon might even be willing to give her more children to allow her to feel the glory that came with motherhood once more–and of course Rhaenyra’s own children would take to her as a second mother. There was nothing that Rhaenyra would not seek to give her, even if she refused her, but she so desperately wanted to display her own love to her, which had been festering like an untreated burn for far too long.

Finally, after an eternity of silence, Y/n whispered out a meek question, “Is that an order, Princess Rhaenyra?”

Rhaenyra almost laughed at the irony, the very same question that had torn them apart so many years ago now holding the power to string the broken pieces of their relationship back together.

“No,” She shook her head, “You needn’t take orders from me ever again, my sweet. Instead, I will make it my mission to bend to my lady’s every demand.”

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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i have a solomon x reader request! you're supposed to meet up somewhere for a date with him but he ends up forgetting, focused on his experiments so you are sorta disappointed but he tries to make it up to u!

solomon forgetting your date

includes: solomon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list

a/n: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!

plz reblog <333

sighing, you check your ddd for the nth time. your texts are still unread, calls not returned, and you know solomon’s officially stood you up

you’d been really looking forward to this date too. both of you had been so wrapped up in your own stuff that you’d been unable to see one another for any significant amount of time in the last few weeks. this dinner date was supposed to fix that, was supposed to give you that much-needed time together.

but solomon was a no-show.

you know it likely isn’t on purpose. for all of his faults, solomon’s never been cruel. it’s more likely he got sidetracked, or lost his phone, or something else came up. you were still hurt though.

flagging down the sympathetic waiter, you get the bill, paying for the two drinks you’ve had since you sat down and leaving a sizeable apology tip. you get some pitying looks as you walk out, but you keep your head up, heading back to the house of lamentation.

thankfully, no one is in the living room when you walk in, meaning you get to avoid being interrogated about your early return and muted demeanor. you’re not really up to dealing with the circus that is the brothers.

deciding to just go to bed, not even in the mood to eat dinner, you change out of your nice, carefully planned outfit then slip quietly into bed, still half-hoping for your ddd to light up. it doesn’t.

you’re on the very edge of sleep when you hear something at your window. despite you ignoring it, it persists, and you climb out of bed, going to see what’s causing the noise. on the other side, stands solomon, a remorseful expression on his face.

he motions for you to open up, and after a brief moment of hesitation, you do. he clambers into your room, dragging a paper bag and bouquet of flowers in behind him.

“i am so sorry,” he says hurriedly. “i know i’m awful and terrible and there’s no excuse. i was just so wrapped up in what i was doing and–” he takes a deep breath. “anyway, like i said, there are no excuses and i’d understand if you’re really pissed at me. but i brought flowers! and food, because i’m assuming you didn’t eat at the restaurant.”

he hands you the paper bag, and you see it’s takeout from the all-you-can-eat yakiniku restaurant, one of your favorites.

“i am kind of mad,” you say honestly, “but you didn't have to come all of the way here.”

“of course i did!” solomon says, affronted. “i fucked up, and i needed to fix it. mc, i am so, so sorry.” setting the flowers down on your bed, he pulls you into a hug, barely avoiding crushing the takeout. you feel yourself melt, even as you try to stay mad.

“fine,” you relent. “i’ll forgive you, but only this once. and only because you brought me food.”

he sighs in relief, and you realize he’d truly been upset, truly been sorry, and your heart warms. you turn your head up to him and he gets your memo, kissing you gently.

“i love you, mc,” he murmurs. “so much. i’m sorry.”

“i love you too,” you reply. “and it’s okay. well, not okay, but you’re here now and that’s what’s most important.”

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bunnyyamor · 1 year

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[ OCTOBER 18TH ] - SATORU GOJO x fem! reader (dr x nurse au) {REPOST}

synopsis; your pussy has been aching and in pain. but don't worry, dr. gojo will take great care of his fellow colleague. he will make sure all the boo boos go away. wk; 1k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, sex toys, squirting, nicknames, overstimulation, fingering, beta read!

notes; so i had posted this on october the 18th and it got almost 700 notes but bc tumblr is the way it is it flagged my post and dleted it from tumblr so i am doing what i do best. not litenin and obv reposting it. remeber ur setting on tumblr to make sure it allows all mature things and make sure to reblog, like, comment so it can get back to the notes babes ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ ily all my bbys.

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you waited in dr. gojo’s waiting room. patient to have your name called out. the predicament you were in was actually comicall. you were dr. gojo’s nurse. he was your boss. he was the best gynecologist in the city, many women came to him and seeked his profession. you were always beside him, writing down everything and assisting him in whatever he needed. now you were one of his patients. you trusted him more than anything. you twisted in your seat, feeling discomfort and sensitivity on your vagina. you definitely needed his help, it was becoming a nuisance.

“y/n,” another nurse called out to you. “wait, don’t you work here?” she asked. you usually never worked this day so you both didn’t know each other, but apparently she recognized your name.

“guilty,” you chuckled as you grabbed your bag, wanting to already be inside the room to get a diagnosis.

“well, follow me. dr. gojo is waiting for you.”

you followed the nurse and gojo sat in his doctor’s chair, writing something in your folder. “y/n!’ he said as his ice blue eyes met yours. “my y/n. come sit here.” he tapped on the paper covered table. “thank you, i got it from here,” satoru winked at the nurse. you could tell her heart probably stopped at that moment. all the nurses and patients were obsessed with satoru. they found him incredibly handsome and so attractive. “so sweetheart, what seems to be the problem?” satoru asked, wheeling over to your sitting position. touching your knees with gloved hands.

you understood everyone's appeal. not only did he look so handsome but he also smelled so good like cologne. “well, i’ve been feeling weird lately.” you played with your fingers. you sort of regretted coming to your boss’s clinic. this was so embarrassing.

“weird? in what way?”

you clutched your shirt and shimmied uncomfortably.

dr. gojo grabbed your hands, “sweetie, look at me. i’m a doctor okay. you are my best nurse and i’m really thankful to have you working for me. so if i want you longer i’m gonna have to make sure my best nurse is healthy, okay? whatever you tell me stays between us. i am your doctor, i care about you and want you to seek the best help ever. so don’t be shy, tell me exactly what you’re feeling.” he rolled his chair back to your folder to write down your symptoms.

“alright…” you gulped. “so my vagina has been very sensitve recently like sexually sensitive. i am horny most of the time and very wet down there, more than usual! i know most of this is normal but it’s getting to the point where it’s messing with my day to day life. all i think about is sex. and my clit is swollen and my lips are fat and puffy. i don’t know what to do doctor.”

satoru sat there quiet. his eyes turned dark then he gave a goofy smile. “is that so? y/n, let me ask you. when’s the last time you’ve had sex?”

you sighed, “it’s been forever doctor. i haven’t had sex in a really long time.”

satoru wrote that down and clapped his hands. “well, alright. let’s get you changed and check everything out. here’s a robe.” he handed it to you.

“do you want me to go into the changing room?”

he shook his head, “no since we're kinda on time here. just do it there and i’ll turn around for privacy.”

you nodded. you started removing each piece of clothing. tits spilled out and panties off. you were completely naked. you grabbed your clothing and bent over to place it on a chair nearby. when you looked to the side you saw that dr. gojo was staring completely at you, your spreaded ass cheeks and your tight hole. he saw everything. you were flustered but knew it must have been for a reason. so without alerting him you knew he was watching you put on the robe and sat back down on the table, “done.”

satoru feigned innocence. “alright. let’s get you checked. you know the drill love.” his chair rolled up to you and you propped your feet up.

that was when you opened your legs wide for dr. gojo. you could feel his cool breath breathing against your sensitive pussy. “how’s it looking boss?”

satoru got a good look at your pussy. he saw all of you, even your asshole. your pussy was pulsing, closing in and out. gojo gently lifted his fingers to your lips and gently spread them apart, seeing your hole. he inspected every inch of your cunt. “well, you are very wet. there is a lot of moistness here.” satoru used his middle finger to pick up all your cream.

“fuckkk,” you moaned. your eyes widened as you realized you moaned. “o-oh my god! i am so sorry.”

“don’t be sweetheart. you know how many girls do that. if you need to let it out, let it out. it must be so painful having gone for that long without a thick cock to be inside you.” he pouted, feeling sorry for you.

“yes, you get it. it’s true.”

satoru continued to spread your juices around your pussy. “i just want to see how wet you can get.” he closened on your cunt and inhaled your scent. “it smells delicious y/n. i can tell you take good care of it. and it looks beautiful. the most prettiest vagina i’ve ever seen.”

“really?”

satoru used his thumbs to spread your lips as far apart as they can go, “see how wet you get when i do that? i can tell that you need this.”

you moaned, “shittt. god that feels so good. but yeah, see, it’s really sensitive.”

satoru slapped it playfully. “why don’t you lay back, yeah? and let me take care of this. i know how to solve your problem. i know how to cure you.”

you opened your legs wider, “yes please.”

satoru started to massage your clit, “shhh, just like that. let’s get this problem taken care of.”

“shit, right there.” you huffed, feeling so sensitive.

satoru’s glove mixed with your juices made slick plasticy noise. he used one hand to open up your folds while the other pinched your clit then dipped lower to have his middle finger enter you. “now, how does that feel?” he smirked.

“oh my god. don’t stop. fuck. i feel so full, so good.” you felt all that tension was slowly draining. you needed him. your pussy contracted around his finger and sucked him up.

“wow, your pussy is very eager,” dr. gojo talked vulgarly, making you more wet. your hips grinded against his finger.

slowly gojo flicked your clit back and forth while he gently rocked his finger in and out of you. “let me take this off.” he bit his gloves off and again added his middle finger inside you. his digit was cold and the contrast was better than your fingers. “you like that sweetheart?” satoru asked as he went faster, easier to slide in because of your natural lube.

“mmmmmm, yesss doctor. don’t stop.” you held his hand to keep going on your cunt. it was globbing up your juices and dr. gjo was going quicker each second. he curled his finger, but didn’t want you to cum. “i know just the thing.”

you were annoyed that he stopped but were met with a buzzing sound and the most overwhelming feeling ever on your clit.

“this should help.”

it was a vibrator wand on your clit. satoru held it there, noticing the way your whole cunt vibrated and was glistening more from your wetness, “that’s it. good girl.”

“fuckkkkkk!” you screamed. you moaned loudly at the pressure that was building up. “shitttt.” your legs shook from the vibrations. you felt you were having an outer body experience. “fuckkkk satoru, i’m gonna cum.” you orgasmed, thrusting your hips as you wanted something inside you.

“tsk, tsk, tsk. were not done.” satoru wagged his finger. he still kept the vibrator resting on your clit but then he brought out a dildo. it was a good size, probably not as big as dr. gojo but still a good size. satoru spat on the dildo and then gently shoved it inside you.

“ughhhhhh, fuckkkk!” you went cross eyed for a second. having the feeling of being full being what you needed. you felt your walls pulsing around the dildo as it slipped in and out easily. dr. gojo kept the vibrator on your clit and the dildo drilling in and out. his eyes were dark and he was emotionless. he got pleasure out of overstimulating you.

“no-no more. ugh shit i’m gonna cum again!” you were so sensitive, crying out. you hoped no one heard you. “right there.”

dr. gojo moved his wrist to fasten his pace. his hands getting drenched in your cum as he probed the whole thing inside you. “do you like taking in the whole cock y/n? yeah, you like that baby?”

“yes, doctor! oh yes! harder! faster! please!”

dr. gojo listened and went even faster, putting the virbator on the highest volume.

“fuckkkk!” you groaned loud as spurts of your juices drenched satoru. you squirted many times. the flow quieted but then because of the virbator it squirted out again. “fu-fuck.” you shook as you kept squirting. it covered dr. gojo’s collared shirt and doctor’s cloak. “oh my god.” you couldn’t stop shaking. the orgasm was earth shattering. your cream dripped down to your ass hole. feeling cool when it met with the air.

as gojo sat up you noticed you squirted on his glasses. he smiled as he pulled the dildo out with a pop. it was shiny and dripping. “see? now didn’t that feel better? i told you, i am one of the best doctors.”

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echidnapower · 9 months

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Trapped In This Machine

So I'm reposting all the fics that I nuked when I left Tumblr the first time. We'll start with this one, in celebration of the return of one of my favorite Sonic the Hedgehog content creators - the amazing @e-vay, whose art HERE inspired the story. Enjoy!

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I should've realized from the beginning that something was wrong. How could I have been so blind as to not realize that something was suspiciously out of the ordinary with him? Maybe it was the extra attention he was giving me, the sudden...willingness to give affection that caused me to maybe...I dunno, not care that he was acting out of the ordinary.

He'd become everything that I wanted him to be, he was caring, affectionate, even - dare I say - loving, and all out of nowhere too. I really should've questioned it more, I should've listened to the warnings all my friends kept giving me...if I had...then maybe we wouldn't all be fighting for our very lives right now.

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"So, Amy, how's about a trip to Twinkle Park? I think they renewed that cute couples get in free promotion," Sonic leaned down a bit to grin at the pink hedgehog walking next to him. "And I can't think of any couple that would qualify more than you and me, whaddya say?"

Amy Rose blushed and giggled bashfully, playfully nudging the blue hedgehog with her shoulder before smiling up at him. To say her dream had come true would've been an understatement. Just a few days ago, she'd been wishing that Sonic would just stop beating around the bush and admit he loved her the same way she loved him...and almost as if he'd read her mind, seconds later he was at her door, offering to get some lunch with her, just the two of them.

Since then, they'd barely spent any time apart, except for sleep and necessary hygiene practices. Amy was on cloud nine, the one thing she'd always wanted had finally been given to her. Sonic the Hedgehog was hers at last, and he'd been giving her all the love she could ever ask for. "Well if you insist," she giggled again. "We might as well see what's new."

"Hey, I have an idea," he smirked. "Let's invite the gang to join us, we'll make it a group date."

At this, Amy's eyes widened and she looked up at him in shock. "Sonic, are you sure? I mean, you told me to keep it quiet for a while, I don't want-"

"Chill Ames, no big deal." Sonic shrugged. "I had a little time to think about it, and I figure that if I'm gonna be with you, I might as well let everyone know. What better way than for us to make it official at Twinkle Park?"

"Oh Sonic!" Amy lunged forward and embraced the speedy hedgehog, and held in a squeal when Sonic reciprocated the gesture. "Thank you, thank you so much!" she pulled back and ran off, waving goodbye as she looked over her shoulder. "I'm gonna go tell everyone to meet us at Twinkle Park, I'll see you later Sonikku!"

"Seeya Ames! I can't wait for tonight!"

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"Have you got anything Tails?"

"I dunno," Tails pushed his computer chair back and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, other than his sudden affection for Amy, he's still been totally Sonic." the fox looked up at his guest. "Have you noticed anything else weird?"

"Can't say that I have," Knuckles the Echidna, Guardian of the Master Emerald and friendly rival to Sonic the Hedgehog, stood in Tails' workshop trying to unravel the mystery of Sonic's sudden emotional turnaround. "Maybe we're just paranoid?"

"It's possible..." Tails sighed and stood up from his chair. "I mean, I always knew that Sonic thought Amy was special in his own way, but for him to go from awkward to a regular Romeo-type all in the span of three days just sends up some red flags in my mind."

Knuckles shrugged. "Maybe he just finally manned up and admitted how he feels, like you need to do with Cream."

"Don't change the subject." Tails glared at the guardian, although his blush took away some of his intensity. "I dunno, I guess we should just keep watching, maybe Sonic really has changed." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Tails went over and opened it, revealing an absolutely giddy pink hedgehog. "Oh, hi Amy."

"Are you ready for what I have to tell you?" Then her peripheral vision registered a splotch of red, and she turned to get a better view. "Knuckles is here too! Perfect! That means one less trip I have to take!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the group trip we're taking to Twinkle Park tonight!"

Tails raised an eyebrow. "We are?"

"That's right!" Amy moved past Tails and did a little pirouette in the middle of the workshop. "I talked with Sonic and we agreed that we should get the whole gang together to have some fun, y'know, as friends!"

"This seems pretty sudden Amy, why now and not before?" Tails said as he scratched his chin in suspicion.

"Well duh," Amy replied with her hands on her hips. "Sonic wanted to wait for the cute couples get in free promotion to get started again! After all, why pay for tickets when we can just walk in hand-in-hand and have a fantastic time for free?! That's called sound economics."

"It sounds like bull-"

"Knuckles!" Tails quickly cut off the guardian before he could finish his thought, then he directed his attention back to Amy, who seemed none too impressed with their reactions if her expression was anything to go by. "Amy, don't you think that something's a little...off...with Sonic?"

"No, why would I?"

"Because he's suddenly all over you and can't stop staring at you when before he actively ran away from you." Knuckles blunt statement was responded to with an angry glare from the pink hedgehog. "You can glare all you want, you can't tell me you aren't even curious as to why Sonic's pretty much started letting his hormones do all of his thinking for him."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Sonic's finally just realized that he cares for me?" Amy stomped forward with her hammer suddenly in hand, causing the echidna to back away a few steps. "Or am I so ugly that Sonic would have to completely lose his mind to think that I'm anything more than a nuisance?"

"N-No one's calling you ugly or a nuisance Amy!" Tails gulped when she suddenly rounded on him. "All we're saying is that...it does seem a little bit sudden, you can at least admit that much can't you?"

Amy sighed and took a moment to regain her composure. "Ok, I know you wouldn't ask unless you were legitimately worried, I appreciate that Tails," her hammer disappeared. "But there's really nothing wrong with Sonic! I mean, come on, no one knows him better than I do, I'd be able to tell." she gently placed her hand on the fox boy's shoulder. "Now come on, we're all going to Twinkle Park tonight! If you want, I'll even call Vanilla for you so Cream can come with us."

"And what about me?"

Amy turned her head to look at Knuckles, who was crossing his arms with a scowl. "Well, if you wanna find Rouge and ask her to come, all you gotta do is leave the Master Emerald alone for a little longer." she smirked at the low growl the echidna gave. "You know it would work."

"That's what bothers me." Knuckles uncrossed his arms and walked past both Tails and Amy as he headed to the door. "What time are we meeting up?"

The pink hedgehog tapped her chin for a moment in thought. "I think five 'o'clock should give us enough time to go around the park, sound good to you?"

"Wouldn't matter what time you chose, I would've come anyway." Knuckles walked out and grabbed hold of the door before he stopped. "After hearing all this from you, I'm starting to think maybe I was wrong and there really is something wrong with Sonic." With that, the echidna slammed the door shut.

"Do me a favor and don't come!" Amy growled before she looked over at Tails. "And you? Are you still convinced that Sonic is suddenly a huge jerk and this is all some elaborate prank or something?"

Tails slowly shook his head. "I don't know what to think Amy..." he looked up at her. "Honestly, I'd like to believe this is all real and Sonic's finally starting to come around to how he really feels about you, I want you to be happy!"

"Then trust me on this!" she put both hands on his shoulders and looked the fox boy in the eyes. "I'm happier than I've ever been in my whole life, and it's all because of Sonic! I've learned to tell when he's just putting on a show, and this is all real! He really loves me!"

The young genius relinquished a smile. "Ok Amy, if you say so."

"Good." Amy nodded and smiled as well. "So, how's about I make that phone call? There's a cute little rabbit girl who I have a sneaking suspicion is starting to crush on you, and I bet she'd love to hang out with us tonight."

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As soon as the clock struck five, the entire gang got together and met at the entrance of Twinkle Park in Station Square. Amy had indeed convinced Vanilla to allow Cream to join them, and Knuckles had decided to come alone, although he seemed incredibly guarded. "Lighten up Knucklehead, we're here to have fun, and no one likes a grouch when there's a party goin' on."

Knuckles shrugged off the blue hedgehog's hand and growled lowly. "Let's just get in there."

Sonic just shrugged and went over to put his arm around Amy. "Suit yourself pal, hope you brought some money with ya, since ya don't get to take advantage of the cute couples get in free perk." He led the pink hedgehog over to the entrance and stood on the platform, and then he turned his attention to his friends. "Cute couple number two, come on down!"

Both Tails and Cream's cheeks turned pink, but they did walk in together as the platform went up, leaving Knuckles alone by himself until the platform returned. "I'm not a grouch." he grumbled.

Knuckles did have to pay to get in, but eventually they did meet back up and they soon started going around the park and partaking in all that it had to offer. Rollercoasters, thrill rides, a ride (or three) through the Tunnel of Love, and of course the never-ending variety of greasy fair food. Sonic had tried to get Knuckles to take a bite of the funnel cake he'd gotten for himself and Amy, but the echidna just glared at him in response. "Boy Knux, you're really makin' a case for jerk of the year, why'd ya even come if ya didn't wanna be here?"

"I have my reasons."

"Don't even pay any attention to him Sonikku," Amy said all too sweetly. "He's just jealous that he's all alone while we're all here on a double date."

"But Mr. Knuckles," Cream spoke up. "You could have gotten Miss Rouge to come with us right? Then you wouldn't have been so lonely!"

"That's got nothing to do with it!" Knuckles rounded on his younger companions and scowled viciously, his fists clenched in barely contained rage. "The only reason I'm here is to protect you three from getting hurt!"

Sonic scoffed. "Get hurt? From what? Eating too much junk food?"

"How 'bout from you wise guy?" Knuckles got up in the hedgehog's face, and Sonic's cocky grin immediately vanished. "I've been watching you all night, and at first I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but now I know for a fact that you're not yourself, if you're even Sonic at all."

"Oh yeah? And what makes you think I'm not the genuine article?"

"Because there's no way the real Sonic would ever be so openly affectionate, he doesn't have the guts!"

"Knuckles, go home!" Amy leaped up from her seat and gave the guardian a murderous glare. "I'd say I can't believe you would stoop so low, but then I remember it's you! Go back and protect your stupid rock, we do not require your services!" The pink hedgehog tugged on Sonic's arm and started leading him away. "Come on Sonic, let's go on the ferris wheel together, I've lost my appetite."

"Me too Ames."

The couple left in a huff, and Knuckles narrowed his eyes as he stared at the backs of the two retreating figures, and his eyes widened when he saw Sonic smirk at him over his shoulder. "Tails, we need to follow them."

"Knuckles, I-"

"Just do it!"

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Inside one of the ferris wheel gondolas, a blue and pink hedgehog were sitting alone, leaning against each other. The old machine had been empty until their arrival, but the old dog who ran it was more than happy to give the couple some free rides to collect their thoughts. "'T'is a great place to have a heart to heart." he'd said.

And that was what Amy was doing, as she poured out her heart to her new boyfriend. "I can't believe Knuckles would accuse you of faking all this...I mean, is it really so unbelievable? Am I really that terrible of a person that it's impossible to buy that you care for me?"

"Nah Ames, Knux is just paranoid, maybe he's just tryin' to overcompensate for all the times Dr. Robotnik tricked him."

The pink hedgehog raised an eyebrow at that and smirked. "Dr. Robotnik? No crazy quips or references to his looking like a giant walking egg?"

Sonic shrugged. "Why state the obvious?"

"I dunno," Amy also shrugged. "It's just that it's never stopped you before, kinda weird to actually hear his actual name again after all this time."

"Yeah well, that's not important anyway." Sonic turned and took Amy's hands in his. "What's important is us, and I gotta say Ames, these past few days have been the greatest days of my life...it's really too bad that it's gonna be all over soon."

"Well, what makes you say that?" Before Sonic could answer however, Tails appeared out of nowhere and slammed his feet into the back of Sonic's head before scooping Amy into his arms. "Tails, put me down! Have you lost your mind?!"

"Now Knuckles!"

Knuckles got a running start and reeled his fist back, and as soon as he was in range, he unloaded a vicious punch that obliterated the old metal keeping the ferris wheel standing, and it all came crashing down as sparks flew from the malfunctioning machinery, with Sonic crashing down along with all the debris.

"Sonic!" Amy turned and pulled out her hammer, her teeth gritted and her eyes brimming with tears. "You're both insane, do you have any idea what you just did?!" But suddenly from the smoldering flames that were now lighting up the night sky with yellows and oranges, a figure emerged from the wreckage, one whose silhouette was easily recognizable. "Sonikku! You're alive!"

But then the dust settled, and Amy's cries of joy turned into a fear-filled shriek as her eyes beheld a sight that she never would've dreamed of in her worst nightmares.

Instead of blood coming from the blue hedgehog's wounds...there was nothing but metal and wire. "I was really hoping it wouldn't have to be this way..." the creature's head lifted, and while one side of its revealed the unmistakably emerald green eye of Mobius' greatest hero, the other side showed nothing but darkness, and an angry red iris with a yellow pupil. "But thanks to Knuckles, now I have to do this the hard way."

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I was a fool, Knuckles was right all along. Sonic wasn't acting like himself because he wasn't himself. He'd been replaced by this...twisted perversion of him, made of nothing but iron and circuitry...but it was so real, a small part of me still couldn't let the thought that this was Sonic go.

But as I watched this incredibly realistic version of Metal Sonic engage in a fight to the death with the weakening Knuckles, I knew I couldn't let myself suspend my disbelief any longer. I had to help, somehow. Tails had already been knocked out, only seconds after he'd told Cream to fly away and get help. Given the circumstances though, I didn't think help would arrive in time. It was time to step up.

I grabbed my hammer and rushed forward with it held over my head, and I slammed it down on Metal Sonic's head, sending him to the ground for a moment so Knuckles could unleash an uppercut that sent him flying into the distance. "Knuckles, I am so sorry."

He gave me a grim smile in return, he was rubbing his fist and I could see the blood starting to leak through the fabric of his glove, as well as the blood coming from his chest and the side of his mouth from wounds shaped like claw marks. "I've dealt with worse." The next thing I knew I was on the ground as Knuckles shoved me out of the way, and then I heard a sickening thump, followed by a dull thud. When I turned around, I saw Knuckles on the ground, unconscious, with Metal Sonic standing over him with a frown.

"You stay away from me!" I raised my hammer in defense.

"I wish I could Ames."

My eyes widened and I felt my heart start to beat faster than it ever had before as a lump formed in my throat. Although the voice was synthetic, the way he'd spoken wasn't at all like something Metal Sonic would say...it was something that...Sonic would say. "Who are you? Are you Metal Sonic?"

The blue robot - or hedgehog, I was so confused I didn't know what to call it - took another step towards me, and I took a step back to keep the distance. "You'd think so wouldn't you?" he replied as he continued to approach. "But the truth is, I'm way better than any of those pathetic rip-offs, even before I became like this."

I felt my heart shatter, and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. "Sonic..." I choked.

"In the flesh, so to speak." Sonic stopped to gesture at himself. "Pretty impressive huh? Dr. Robotnik managed to perfect his roboticization technique, he found me a few days ago and used it on me first. Now I've got a new goal, and that's to take you guys out...first I had to get closer to you to gain your trust...although I gotta say, I'm not really likin' this next part."

"Then don't do it! Sonic, you don't have to listen to Eggman! If he managed to turn you into a robot and make you so convincing that even I couldn't tell the difference, then that means despite all that programming he gave you, the real you is still in there! Trapped in that machine!"

For a moment, Sonic seemed to slouch a bit. "I don't wanna kill you guys," But then he looked back up and glared at me. "But I have no choice, my mission is to destroy you guys, and I'm gonna do it!" He charged towards me at full speed, and I barely reacted fast enough to get my hammer up and stop him from running me through with his exposed razor-sharp claw. "Hold still Amy, just make it quick!"

"No!" I swung my hammer and knocked him back a few feet, and then I jumped back and put more distance between us. "I know you're in there Sonic, fight it! If a robot like Gamma could reject his programming, then I have no doubt you can! You're too strong to just let Eggman control you!"

"Shut up!" Sonic charged again, but this time he was much slower and his movements were sloppier, and I was able to sidestep his attack and let him run past me and into the tilt-a-whirl. "Why can't you make this easy?"

I found it in me to smile despite the circumstances. "You're fighting it, I can tell. Don't give up Sonic, I know you can beat him!" But then his robot eye seemed to glow brighter, and he sent a vicious glare that caused my blood to run cold. "Uh oh." Only a second later, I found myself being raised in the air by the throat, as a robotic claw squeezed my throat.

"Just...just stop fighting me, ok Ames? Don't make this harder than it has to be!"

His voice was desperate, and even with his robot hand around my throat, I could feel that his grip was wavering. I could still breathe. "No Sonic, I won't give up and I won't let you give up...I love you too much to do that."

I saw his eyes soften, even his robotic eye looked pitiful now, and he dropped me to the ground and grabbed his head, screaming at the top of his lungs. "This is so wrong! I'm not a killing machine! I'm not some messed up terminator! I am Sonic the Hedgehog!"

"That's right, you are." I raised my hammer over my head. "And now I'm gonna set you free." I jumped up and shouted a battle cry even with tears pouring out of my eyes, and my hammer came crashing down on Sonic's head, crushing his metal skull. After landing, I made my hammer disappear and watched as Sonic's robot eye faded away, signaling that he had been...killed? Destroyed? What even was he anymore? "I'm so sorry Sonic," I whispered to the unmoving form. "We'll get you fixed up and back to normal, I promise."

When I looked back up after wiping my eyes with my arm, I saw Knuckles and Tails limping over to me, their bodies bruised and bleeding from the intensity of the battle. "Are you ok Amy?" Tails asked me even as he held his arm.

"It was him...it was Sonic...Eggman turned him into this...thing."

Tails knelt down and examined Sonic's robot body, and he looked up at me with a small smile. "I can probably fix him, the roboticization process still shows signs of using the same basic principles, just much more refined..." Then he frowned. "But..."

"But what?" Knuckles asked.

"I can fix Sonic and even de-roboticize him after...but...I hate to think how he's going to be after it's all over..."

I frowned and looked down at the broken body of what used to be my one true love. Knuckles seemed confused as to what Tails meant, but I knew. Would Sonic ever be the same again? Even after Tails put him back together and turned him back into flesh and blood...Sonic was one with the wind, a free spirit who could never be caged in...now not only had he been caged in, but he'd been turned against the ones he loved, and he'd witnessed firsthand the damage he caused.

As strong as Sonic was, I knew he wasn't invincible. Even he had his breaking points, and I sincerely feared that this experience would be what drove Sonic past his. But I knew that if it did, I would make sure to be there for him every step of the way on his road to recovery. There was one thing I could tell about Sonic during the past three days, and that was he truly enjoyed being with me, even while he was roboticized. Maybe that was what kept him from giving in to the programming for so long.

It wouldn't be easy, that much I knew for sure. For Sonic, being controlled like this was probably the most traumatic event he could ever experience, and it would be a while before he turned back into his true self. But he would, I also knew that. His strength and determination would make sure he eventually comes to terms with it, and I would be there every step of the way. I vowed then and there to myself, that I would personally make sure he would never know what it was like to be trapped in this machine again.

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonamy #metal sonic #tails the fox #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #taiream #cream the rabbit #e-vay

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beautifulchris · 10 months

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arts & crafts center

wc: 0,8k

pairing: demigod!hyunjin x gn demigod!reader

summary: your shared passion for art and your father's powers bring you closer together

genres: fluff, little angst, demigod!au, camp half-blood!au, strangers to friends!au, mutual pining!au, son of aphrodite!hyunjin, child of aether!reader

tw: magic, physical injury, infirmary, idiots

notes: yeah, since there's more cabins being constructed, i took the liberty to add gods of my choice. meet aether, the primordial god of light and the upper air! i'm reposting the works i posted while shadowbanned, please don't mind me

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @whipped-kpop-creators

permanent tag list: @badwithten send ask/dm/comment to be added!

GIF publié par juiceofmoons

The guy spent most of his time in the arts and crafts center to paint. You went there to sculpt every once in a while.

Every time you went, he was the only one that wasn't from the Athena cabin. There were always Athena kids there, but an Aphrodite son... Now, that was something.

When you'd hear him complaining about the light, you'd bend it so that it would hit his subject —whatever it was— like he wanted. It was just practice for you and a divine gift for him.

It went like this for a few weeks, until he came to see you after finishing a painting. "Aether kid? Thank you. My paintings are way better when you're here and use the light," he smiled, bowing slightly.

"It's my pleasure to help a fellow artist, Aphrodite kid."

"Please, call me Hyunjin."

"Y/N."

"Sorry I didn't come earlier Y/N, I had to make sure it was really you before presenting myself."

"Of course, it would've been embarrassing to thank someone for something they didn't do," you giggled and he laughed with you.

Since then, you became friends, often going to the arts and crafts center together —at least when you went— which was more often now.

Sometimes you'd pass by on your way to the training grounds and turn invisible to scare him. Nevertheless, you'd wait for his paintbrush to be everywhere but in his hand to avoid a disaster (you're not a monster).

Once, though, he was so focused on something important for him, he got mad when you sneaked up on him, which startled you.

"Stop scaring me like that!" he hissed, annoyed.

"Okay," you faltered, "I'm sorry."

He looked over and his anger dissipated a bit. "Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to use charmspeak."

"No, it's okay. I'm really sorry. I promise I won't do it anymore."

You kept your promise alright. You were so ashamed of yourself that you avoided going back there altogether. No, it was not the best thing to do. But hey, you were young and your feelings mattered.

Of course, Hyunjin's too.

Even knowing that, you'd turn invisible and flee every time you'd see him looking for you. When he walked past your cabin (your siblings sure knew an Aphrodite kid was searching for you), before and after meals, chariot races and games of capture-the-flag.

Yeah, it lasted a while. Around two weeks, I think.

Then, Hyunjin had enough. He never thought he could miss someone so badly but here he was, pathetically whining about you not wanting to speak to him.

Needless to say, all his friends knew about you and the terrible things he did to drive you away. It was a matter of time before they teamed up with your siblings to stop this nonsense —according to them, anyway.

Fortunately —or not, depending who you're asking—, on one fateful Friday evening, an Ares kid hurt you badly enough during capture-the-flag that you ended up in the infirmary.

Guess who came to see you first?

Yes, Hyunjin, good job!

You were laying in bed, your sword arm in a plaster. He was standing a few beds away, panting and staring at your face then your arm.

If you spotted him, you did nothing to leave. Maybe you were too badly hurt from the game or just exhausted from running away. Either way, Hyunjin approached and sat on a wooden chair next to you.

"Hey," he greeted sheepishly, rubbing his nape.

“Aye,” you greeted back, a little weak.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like my arm has been run over by a train. I’ll be okay tomorrow.”

“Okay,” he breathed, then inhaled deeply. “Y/N, I’m sorry. Scaring you away was the last thing I wanted.”

You shook your head and held his gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I did. I used my ability to make you uncomfortable and I deeply apologize. I avoided you because I was too embarrassed.”

His eyes softened at your sight and kind, honest words. “I got mad at you for nothing, I’m sorry.”

“It was justified,” you insisted.

“Still, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It wasn’t cool of me to do what I did, your anger was rightful.”

“I—”

“Can you please stop and make up already? Gods, you’re so dense, both of you,” Lia cut off, frowning and tending to another camper close to them.

Hyunjin and you apologized at the same time and laughed quietly.

“The truth is… I was painting something for you, and I wanted it to be perfect. I might have been a lot stressed about it.”

“You made a painting for me? You’re so sweet Jinnie.”

Blushing at the nickname, he looked away and took your unharmed hand in his.

“So… are you coming back to the arts and crafts center if only to receive my gift?”

“Depends,” you smirked, “do you miss me or my powers?”

“All of you.”

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, here's the masterlist <3

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burnt-to-cynders · 7 months

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Alright, time to actually make one of these for real, since this is looooong overdue. Hi! I'm Cynthia! I'm...a lot of things, and I struggle to describe them without it feeling inadequate! I play games, I write software for a living, I write non-software things for fun occasionally, I'm wildly horny, neurodivergent, a massive nerd who constantly wishes she knew more about everything.

Property of: @synthbang and @stalesweetrolls

Let's start with some ID stuff, I'm a pre-HRT(for now!!!) transfem, I go by she/they/it pronouns. My friends call me any fun variation of my name they can come up with, like Cyn, Cyndy, Cyndicate, etc. If we're mutuals, we're friends :3. I'm white, American(New England), poly, t4t, atheist, wildly sapphic, and physically, but not visibly, disabled.

As for interests, I've got literal dozens. Gaming, anime, manga, movies, writing, reading, music, pole dancing, ttrgps, game design, hiking, conservation, activism, fashion, just to name a few, each of which splinters into dozens of little sub-interests. Ask me a dragonball question, I dare you.

Actually, ask me any kind of question. Asks are open all the time and so are anons. Go wild ya horny fools

FOLKS WHO ARE NOT WELCOME (DNIs)

Minors

Seriously, minors, this blog is very horny

Ageless blogs

Sissy kink blogs

Race and ageplayers

SIDEBLOGS

I have two sideblogs atm, although in actuality there's just one that's even remotely active.

@den-of-cyn is where I used to do my hornyposting. The big thing that's there now is the pinned post with a list of my kinks, for those of you interested in the horny side of the Cynner. The account got flagged as NSFT and I haven't been able to get that revoked yet, and moreover I decided to stop worrying about it and just started posting horny on main anyway. There's quite a few good ones on there that I haven't reblogged to here, and a few pics I haven't reposted, so if you somehow don't get enough horny nonsense on this page, you can always go there to see some vintage Cyn >:3

@thebookofcyn is my writing sideblog. It's where all my original stuff will one day live, when I get the spoons to put all my old stuff on it. It is SFT FOR NOW, IT WILL NOT BE IN THE FUTURE! Soon there will be a pinned post there explaining my tags and how to find stories. I'm hoping to post more there as time goes on and I actually embrace this hobby more.

TAGS

I layer my tags and usually don't do content tags, and I don't tag reblogs except to do responses. The tags that mean things on this blog are as follows:

#cynposting - Any post by me that has text outside of tags, including reblog replies. Searching this tag will get you everything I've written in text on this blog.

#cynful thoughts - Any post I think is horny. You can filter for this post if you want to see me being a degenerage, or filter it out if you'd rather not.

#pics of the cynner - Any picture of myself, pretty self explanatory. Most are accompanied by #cynful thoughts

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#I asked - Reblog of an ask that I sent someone

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#get tagged idiot - Tag for when the only content of a post is me @ -ing someone in the reblog.

#pinned post - Last one, tag for the previous pinned posts I've made. This should be the last one. In theory.

And that's it!!!! For now. Probably. I'm a wordy bitch, so I expect this'll get longer and longer.

#cynposting #cynful thoughts #pics of the cynner #i asked #ask and ye shall receive #get tagged idiot #pinned post

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hydrangeyes · 5 months

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Pet

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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This was an ask!! For @junyouzaki (on tumblr), Here’s a Reigen x Male Reader. I had way too much fun typing this up.

Summary: You pick up dinner while Reigen and Mob try to hide the fact that they brought a ghost home. AU, Reigen adopted mob (tear this headcanon from my cold dead corpse), possible ooc (it has been a hot minute since I last worshipped mob psycho 100), and they were roommates

Edit: You and Reigen aren’t ‘official’ aka “We are but also not? But also yes we just haven’t named it yet.”

Fluuf silly

Reigen x Male reader

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You’re starting to wonder if eating at the apartment might be better than eating at the office.

It was a pretty warm day, given the season, and you just got off of work. Having got a text that your favorite boys just got back and were hungry, you picked up some early dinner.

So imagine your surprise when calling Reigen and hearing a bit of commotion and mobs panic whispers. Hearing how calm Reigen was didn’t raise any red flags but knowing him, you can definitely hear how distracted he seemed.

“Reigen.” You ask sweetly, giving him a chance, you can practically feel trouble pilling on your shoulder hearing his response. “Yes S-sweetheart?” Bingo. Reigen rarely called you sweetheart unless He or mob were in a mess you’d be pissed about.

“If I get to the office, and it’s a wreck….Again. I will test my recent abilities on you as punishment.” leaving that up in the air you hung up before he could respond. You cared for those boys but gods did they get into so much trouble.

Just thinking of how you meet them to begin with made you let out a deep sigh and quicken your steps. But…thinking of how they poked their heads into your life also brought a fond smile to your face.

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It was a while ago, You recently just moved into the same apartment complex as Reigen. A whole floor above but nonetheless he meets you when coming down to complain about the noise.

Immediately Reigen knew you were living with a ghost. 1: because the noise alone below him tipped him off and 2: That apartment was the talk of the complex for being unnervingly haunted. Of course he didn’t approach you right away about it, but hearing how things were evolving made him come to you earlier than he planned.

Reigen and a young mob barged in one afternoon actually, expecting to see you scared and trying to escape a large scary ghost. But once they slammed open the doors and charged in, that image immediately was forgotten for the scene they found you in instead. Standing there in cozy pattern pajamas, was you holding a small panicked spirit inside what looked like a psychic orb.

You startle seeing them barge in and lose focus on the orb causing it to pop and release the spirit. Let’s just say getting it contained again was more frustrating then the first round. But at least you had back up this time. “Honestly thank you for the concern neighbor but I really did have this handle so-” you start to say, now that everything has been dealt with you were more irritated at the mess they made of your place than anything else.

Suddenly you felt a tug at the end of your pajama shirt. Looking down you soften a little seeing the little kid, his eyes widen and full of questions. “Are you like us neighbor-san?” glancing at Reigen with a raised eyebrow, you nodded slowly to him. “Yeah kiddo, I uh guess I am.”

And just like that you were sucked into their little world. Mainly because Mob had so many questions for you and Reigen paid you (babysitting) with home cooked meals. Honestly, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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“…I’m even more suspicious.”

“S-sweetheart!!” Closing the door behind you you warily looked over the office room seeing it cleaner than it’s ever been. The walls were practically sparkling. Ignoring a hovering Reigen, you place the bag of food down on the counter seeing an anxious mob near the desk.

“Hm, I got your favorite kiddo, come sit and eat.” You offer, walking to the desk. Mob glances at you the Reigen before awkwardly shuffling to the couch keeping his back from view. “Ah y/n-san thank you.”

You nod and finally turn your attention to a sort of pouting Reigen. “Well?” you ask but he guiltily looks away, you can almost see him sweating. “The place isn’t a mess. And so you can’t exactly-” with a sigh you smile a bit finally. “- get angry. Please?” Reigen coughs lightly in his hand walking to you and placing a kiss on your cheek.

Mob nods from where he is eating, looking at you with a hopeful look in his eyes.

You snort a laugh thoroughly amused. Oh you were whipped. “Alright, alright boys what is it? I promise I won’t be-”

“Whose this? Another hack?” A nasally voice says from behind the mob. You pause and raise an eyebrow, mob and Reigen holding their breaths. “Excuse me?” You hum and with a wave of your hand gently focusing on the voice, and using telekinesis to contain and bring the spirit to you.

You knew there was one her but you wanted your boys to spill first before doing anything about it.

“You guys brought back a snot ball?”

“Excuse me!? I am the great and powerful Ekubo! And you will respect me for the God I am!”

It’s silent, neither Mob or Reigen said a thing. You chuckle darkly and without a thought started making the bubble smaller. “H-hey!” Ekubo stresses looking over at mob and reigen. “Alright alright!! I’m just here to be extra help! No harm!” The spirit gets out and you stop.

Letting out a sigh you look at reigen who straightens, you huffs a soft laugh. “So…a pet spirit?” To which Reigen shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s harmless. Mob even has a tight hold on him.” he says, Ekubo gives him a quick glare then goes back to cowering when you glare at Ekubo. From the corner of your eye you can see Mob wilt a little and Reigen glancing to the kid,

You didn’t think over it long, releasing the relieved spirit. Letting out a long sigh you give Reigen a quick kiss then go to sit with Mob. “Do you know what you have to take care of pets Mob?” You ask. From behind you you can hear a “Who ya calling a pet!?” and Reigen trying to shut the spirit up.

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Note: There we go! Not as romantic as I originally planned but The scenario popped up and ran with my writer’s block. Up next???????? I should make a masterlist of the prompts I have on my docs.

#male reader #X male reader #Reigen x male reader #mob psycho reigen x male reader #top male reader #I'm not editing any of theseeee

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wild-karrde · 8 months

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NEW WEEK, NEW RECS! START SENDING YOUR FAVORITE FANDOM CREATIONS FROM THIS WEEK IN FOR ME TO QUEUE UP FOR FRIDAY!

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This week’s submissions will start posting on Friday, August 18. NOTE: This will be my last Fandom Friday for a little while. I'm heading home to help out with some family things and won't have time to pull recs together each week, so LET'S GET A GOOD LIST THIS WEEK! I encourage you to celebrate Fandom Friday even if I'm not doing a rec list, and if you do so, TAG YOUR RECS WITH #FANDOM FRIDAY!

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In addition to sending me asks, I highly encourage you to go either leave a comment on and/or reblog someone’s work (tag me or use the #Fandom Friday tag if you do!). Let’s get the interaction back up on this website and show the creators that work so hard on their stuff some love!

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sikoazayn · 7 months

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since seth just came out now's the time to post this- i got my trans flag signed by him last night at the supershow !!!! it feels so fuckin unreal tbh and to add, HE REPOSTED IT ON HIS STORY, im so grateful, i had to pass it up to someone else to get it to him, and this just made it feel that much more real. ty seth !

#seth rollins #seth freakin rollins #wwe #wwe supershow #monday night raw

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downwiththeficness · 4 months

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Shadow and Veil-Chapter Thirty One

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction. Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed. You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen eyes. This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence, and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.

Word Count: ~2600

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Masterlist Read on AO3

Eva sat in the back of a bar located just inside the border of Texas. She was nursing a glass of red wine and picking at a basket of fries that were hot when they came out of the kitchen, but quickly cooling. There was music playing from the jukebox, a song she didn’t recognize. And, for the most part, the room was empty.

For the first time since Horacio kidnapped her, she was completely alone with her thoughts.

Had it really been less than twelve hours ago?

Time felt strange to her—alternately expanding and contracting so that sometimes minutes felt like seconds and hours felt like minutes. It wasn’t until she dropped down into the booth with her bags tucked beneath the table that Eva even felt how tired she was.

Through the front windows, she could see Horacio standing with federal agents. Eva didn’t know what they were talking about, but Horacio’s hands were on his hips and his mouth was pressed into a thin line. Had something gone wrong? Were all of their efforts about to be undone?

The image of Alexei’s head cracked open on the carpet of The Lounge returned to her. It couldn’t have gone worse than that—unless, Josh was also dead. His anger, grief, and mania might have been enough to push him over the edge, to push him to remove his mask of congeniality. Eva didn’t know how she felt about that notion.

Nothing about what was going to happen next had been explained to her yet. All Eva knew was that she had some of her most precious belongings and five hundred thousand dollars at her feet. There were also very tasty fries on the table in front of her. She could sit quietly and eat while Horacio worked out the details.

Draining the last of her wine, Eva flagged down the waitress and ordered another glass. It didn’t look like Horacio was going to be done with the agents any time soon and Eva’s frazzled nerves needed soothing. She focused on the bite of salt on her tongue and the crunch between her teeth—anything to beat back the inclination to wring her hands.

Halfway through the second glass and most of the way through the fries, Horacio stepped into the bar. His expression was relaxed and she took that as a good sign. In his hand was a manila folder that swung with the rhythm of his step.

With the sun at his back, Horacio was cut through with shadows that did nothing to hide the shape of his body. He moved with purpose, taking up so much space that Eva couldn’t look away. They very sight of him wiped away all her nervousness, gave her a sense of calm that felt almost unnatural.

Had she been frazzled before? She certainly wasn’t now.

He sat down across from her and folded his hands on the table, “How are the fries?”

Eva licked the salt from her thumb, “They’re good. Not as hot as they were when I got them, but I guess that’s bar food for you.” She touched her glass, “The wine is surprisingly nice.”

Horacio laughed soundlessly, “Good. Are you feeling better? You looked...tired.”

She nodded, “Nothing a bit of fried food can’t fix.” Eva hesitated over the next question, but decided to go ahead and ask it, “What did the agents have to say?”

He leaned back a little, and Eva’s stomach dropped with apprehension. She didn’t like that way his face closed off.

“They’re not happy with the way we handled getting you out of the house,” he began, “I’ve been told shooting Alexei set them back in another investigation.”

“There’s another investigation?” she asked, “One that you don’t already know about?”

Horacio shrugged, “Its international. Above my pay grade, as you Americans like to say.”

“Oh.”

“But,” he continued, “the good news is that my last few reports were very detailed.”

Eva sipped her wine and tried not to think about what those reports described. She knew he was working to ensure she appeared to be a victim in the whole scheme, but every ounce of her cringed at the thought of anyone seeing what she spent her whole marriage working to hide.

His hand reached forward to take hers, “They’re going to let you choose what you’ll do from here.”

Brows together, she asked, “What kind of choice?”

“You can stay and see the trial through to the end—don’t roll your eyes, you can’t be made to testify against your husband.”

Eva let out a slow, relieved breath, “Or?”

“Or,” Horacio said. His hand squeezed hers lightly, “you can go…” he searched for the words, “with your plan. Take a plane somewhere.”

She blinked at him, “I didn’t know that was still an option.”

In twelve hours, every plan Eva had ever put together inside her mind seemed have been dismantled completely. Even with the heads up about the warrant, even knowing Horacio’s agenda. It didn’t feel possible that she could simply escape with the blessing of the government.

“It is,” he replied slowly, “an option.”

“Where would I go?”

He looked down at their hands, “You can go with them, or you can come with me.”

Her head cocked to the side, “With you?”

A nod, “I can bring you with me—home.”

Home.

It took Eva several seconds to figure out what the word, ‘home’, meant. Horacio wanted to take her out of the country. To Colombia.

She must have been quiet too long because Horacio let go of her hand and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a familiar envelope. It was creased, but didn’t appear otherwise damaged.

“There’s a third choice. Your friend was very thorough when she got you a new identity,” he said, “You can take it and live whatever life you want. The agents will make sure you get there.”

“Witness protection?”

He hummed in the affirmative.

“I’d have to cooperate for that.”

Horacio’s head ticked to the side, “You’ve already given them almost everything they need.”

Her brows came together, “I have?”

He nodded, and there was a flash of mischief in his eye.

Eva stared at the envelope. Horacio’s hands rested on either side of it, pressed flat against the table. They were nice hands, surprisingly fine boned. With wrists that led to strong arms that kept her upright when she wanted to collapse. They were also tense.

“Do you want me to come with you?” she asked in a low voice.

He nodded.

“And,” Eva continued, “what would that look like? If I went with you?”

His mouth opened, but no words were said. She held very still while she waited for him to answer her question. Half hopeful, half dread. Hopeful that all the things he said to her over the many months were true. Dreading that, with the investigation finished, he had changed his mind.

“It would,” Horacio said, finally, “look like I went to the States on assignment and brought back an American wife.”

Her heart skipping in her chest, Eva ducked her head and smiled. He hadn’t changed his mind, after all.

He tried to catch her eye, “Is that...good?”

Cheeks warm, Eva nodded.

“You’ll come with me?”

Another nod.

His dimples were so cute.

Horacio stood and leaned over the table kiss her briefly, “I need to make a call.”

Bemused, Eva watched him go with a smile that no amount of effort would ever suppress. She had time to finish her fries and a third glass of wine by the time he got back. Warm and just a little tipsy, Eva relaxed into the booth and waited for him to talk.

“Lizzy is bringing us a car,” he said. “We’ll get as far as we can tonight and cross the border tomorrow.”

“I don’t have a passport.”

She didn’t think she needed to pack it with the rest of her belongings, what with the new identity, and all. Taking it would also have tipped off Josh or Alexei that she was going to run. Eva couldn’t take that chance a second time.

Horacio smirked, “Yes, you do.”

When she tilted her head in question, he opened the manila folder and showed her the contents. Eva looked at each, in turn. A birth certificate, a Colombian ID, and a passport. All of them under the name Juliana Evangeline Carrillo. She couldn’t breathe as she stared at them.

“How long…?”

He knew what she meant without having to finish the sentence, “After that first night with you. When you told me you would accept the mark.”

Her mouth hung open, “How did you know I would agree to coming with you?”

Horacio shrugged, “I didn’t. But, I hoped.”

Eva had hoped, too. All this time, she hoped, too. Like Eva, his hope was strong and fervent. He stoked it high so that he could confidently arrange for Eva to come with him to his home—as his wife.

Flustered, Eva wiped away the tears and gave Horacio a trembling smile. He reached out and took her hand. They sat like that, looking at each other with matching grins, until the waitress brought Eva’s check.

When Horacio reached for his wallet, she waved him off, “I gotta spend this money, somehow.”

Eva paid in cash and left a tip that would hopefully pay the waitress’ rent for the month. Then, because she didn’t want to see how the waitress would react, Eva hurried Horacio out of the bar and into the afternoon sun.

The agents were nowhere to be seen, which was fine by Eva. She could live the whole rest of her life without seeing another one of them and die happy. It occurred to her that she might actually be able to make that wish a reality.

In Colombia.

With Horacio.

He’d caught her hand on the way out the door and was currently leading them towards the far end of the parking lot. It was mostly empty, which she supposed was the point. Eva followed along happily until she heard the door to the bar slam open.

The waitress.

Thinking quickly, she dragged a confused Horacio behind a dumpster and peered around the corner. Horacio’s quiet ‘¿qué?’ was cut off by an event quieter ‘hush’. She watched the waitress search the lot frantically with money clenched in her fist.

Eva frowned, thinking that she didn’t look happy at all. The money she left on the table was much more than and server could make in a day’s work. Or, a week. Why did she look so desperate to find Eva? Why did she look so sad? None of the other shop girls had ever looked sad when she tipped them.

The waitress looked her way and Eva ducked back behind the dumpster. Horacio was standing not far from her with his hands in the pocket of his jeans. He didn’t seem to care at all that she was hiding from their server, or why. He just shook his head and waited until Eva thought the coast was clear.

The car arrived a short while later. Lizzy’s blonde hair was tied back with a scarf and her eyes were concealed by aviator sunglasses. She pulled to a park in a spot a few feet from Eva and Horacio, cutting the engine and stepping out of the car.

“Got a full tank,” she announced as she threw Horacio the keys.

Eva loaded her bags into the trunk, noting that there were already several packed inside. Then, to Lizzy, she said, “Thank you for your help.”

Lizzy smiled a crooked smile, “No problem.” Then, “For what its worth, it took us a really long time to figure it out.”

“What?”

“How you did it,” Lizzy replied, “How you hid the money.”

Eva was abashed, “Its really not that complicated.”

With a knowing grin, Lizzy leaned towards Eva and said, “You keep telling yourself that. I am going to be teaching a class on your techniques next semester. You’re going to keep me in my job for, like, the next five years.”

She didn’t quite know what to do with that information, and so Eva chose to smile nicely and nod. Lizzy didn’t seem to mind.

Horacio closed the trunk, “Do you want a ride?”

Lizzy shook her head, “I got one, right...there!”

A sleek, black car pulled around. Eva smiled as she recognized the ride. Marcus waved at them from the driver’s side window. While he looked comfortable behind the wheel, he couldn’t quite pull off the confident asshole aesthetic, like Diego.

Eva waved back and said her good bye to Lizzy. Then, she moved to stand next to Horacio so that she could watch them drive away.

“Amorcita,” Horacio said as he touched her arm, “we should go.”

About a mile from the bar, Eva turned to Horacio and asked, “You remember when you told me that you got picked for this job because your English was so good?”

“Uh huh.”

“How did you learn?”

If she was going to live in Colombia, a place where she had no connections (not a problem) and didn’t speak the language (definitely a problem), Eva thought it might be good to get some tips from someone who had done it already.

Horacio ran his hand over his hair and offered a small smile, “TV and movies.”

Her brows lifted, “Really? Which show?”

He shrugged, “A couple. But, mostly it was movies. There was a theater that played westerns every Saturday afternoon. I used to sneak in through the employee entrance.”

Eva gasped his name in mock offense, “All this time, you let me think I was the only criminal in this relationship!”

“I was ten,” he defended with a good-natured roll of his eyes.

She leaned her arm on the console, “Did you ever get caught?”

“Once or twice.”

“Did they call your mom?”

“Uh huh,” he said, “She made me say fifty Hail Marys before bed.”

Eva’s parents never made her pray as a form of punishment—an aberration from other mothers and fathers in their church. Instead, when Eva acted out, she was made to peel potatoes. To this day, she couldn’t look at a potato without feeling an ache in her fingers.

“Did you go to movies as a kid?”

Horacio’s question broke Eva from her thoughts, “Uh, no. I’ve actually never been.”

He looked at her, “To the movies?”

She nodded, “My parents didn’t believe in them. The Devil’s work, you know? And then, Josh always said they were a waste of time.”

A hand dropping onto her knee, warm and heavy, “Every time I think he can’t be more of an idiot, the idiot proves me wrong.”

Eva smiled and tamped down the urge to defend him. Horacio was right. Josh was an idiot in all the ways that mattered. She guessed that she didn’t really have to worry about that, anymore. In a few days, Eva would be far, far away in a place where he couldn’t reach her.

She covered his hand with hers and turned on the radio. The scenery passed by in a blur of color and sky. Horacio drove until the sun was nearly set before he pulled off the interstate and into the parking lot of a motel. They checked in with cash from Eva’s duffel and keyed into the room. Eva showered first while Horacio made calls from the phone on the nightstand. She curled up on the bed while he went to get cleaned up.

She fell asleep to the sound of the water running.

#Shadow and Veil #Narcos #Horacio carrillo #carrillo #au #maurice compte #A/B/O dynamics

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its-actually-minicika · 1 year

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Respectfully go fuck yourself. I work really had for all my writings, and for you to spam flag this post multiple times to be reviewed with a community label is really low.

If you don't like my writing, leave me alone. Block me. Stop doing this.

I don't even know if multiple people can request for a second reread...? I'm so done.

I'll repost the whole fic since it got slapped with the community label so early on. For all of those who alr liked the last part, please hop onto this new one :") since I will delete the former og copy of it

#psa #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #dragon sickness

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sea-dukes-assistant · 10 months

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ATTN: The boomers that follow me for some reason

The abuse I'd been getting since this started dropped off roughly 2016, when I told Rachel if she wanted to have a say in what I post, she can pay me. It picked back up roughly the same time Harry was outed as being with his current wife, at the time of the Karen Occupation, and been on the upswing ever since.

For the longest time, I never understood why I received so much negative attention from your particular niche in this fandom. I never spoke to you, minded your business, nor knew you existed, yet you felt the need to mind mine, scold me, yell at me, and speak to me as though I do not deserve respect and decency, perhaps going so far as to hoping one day I'd just eat a bullet.

The theory, which is disturbing at best, for why you project your insecurities onto me (and only me) is that you can't fathom mine and younger generations being so "ourselves" because that was not a thing when you grew up. I'm sorry that was the way it was, but that is not how it is now. Times change, often for the better, even from when I was growing up in the '90s. I'm thankful for this. You lot, however, seem to have taken the fantasy/ideology of "what a man should be" and decided you are disgusted/upset that I do not fall into that mold. So you come into my house and shit all over the place like you ain't got no home training, sending me homophobic messages, personally insulting me and my intelligence, telling me I need to "get my head checked (I've had 2 neuro-pysch exams I promise you my brain functions just fine)," and going out of your way to make me hate myself. Why? So you can fix me and make me the "alpha male" of your fantasies. It's like some form of conversion therapy. This is why you're so obsessed with me. I'm not bitter that nobody else is being hated on; I'M BITTER THAT I WAS/AM SINGLED OUT.

Quite frankly, that's fucking disturbing. I'm 36. I'm a regular guy, enlisted, trying to make it through the next 10 of my career without further damaging my already broken body. I'm nobody. But y'all out here harassing me for *checks notes* living my life and being happy. Not even a single shred of empathy. Just fuckin' "SEND IT" with the constant degradation and berating and lecturing. Fuck sake I serve this country with pride, nearly had the national ensign over my casket and folded and handed to my mother before I hit 30, and this is how y'all gonna act towards me, after walking around with your metaphorical dick out, posting boomer ass Facebook graphics yelling "REPOST THE FLAG OR YOUR A COMMIE?" THAT is some fucking disrespect, not a royal in an honorary position of rank wearing a service's uniform. It's fucking disgusting...oh I'm a "brave PATRIOT" until you find out I wanna fuck some hot British guy's brains out. Then I need to shut up and "eat shit and die."

I'm not a project. I'm not responsible for your issues. I'm under no obligation to be nice to you. Your baggage is not mine to carry. You are responsible for your own behavior. I do have intellectual superiority; this is not me swinging my dick, it is fact. My ASVAB score qualified me for everything except the nuclear field. I learned college-level electronics theory in 9 months. I've had a combined 10 months of specialized training on specific systems, the most recent being the AN/GSC-52B MET. This last advancement cycle I scored in the 93rd percentile overall IN THE ENTIRE GODDAMN NAVY. My job is entirely critical-thinking, problem solving, and written/verbal communication. PEOPLE COULD DIE IF THE AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLERS CAN'T SEE THE PLANES. I have to explain to idiots officers with degrees why I can't connect a system carrying classified data to their unclassified computer to they "don't have to get up" to look at the console. Between you there's...what, 10 brain cells? You think tabloids are classic literature. IT IS A FUCKING FACT, BRENDA.

Oh and the "I hate that you were treated like that/you didn't deserve that BUT" can be shoved up your ass, as well. If that were the case, you wouldn't continue your anonymous! tirade about how I'm a fuck up, need to be nicer, how I'm treated is entirely my fault, and using Prince Philip, who is very much dead despite my wishes, as a way to emotionally manipulate me (an entirely different level of Fucking Disgusting).

The entire fucking audacity. Take your own advice and look in the mirror. YOU are the reason I'm so fucking stressed. YOU are the reason I fucking hate it here and want to leave. YOU are the reason I'm so fucking "rude" and on defense all the time. DEALING WITH YOU IS FUCKING EXHAUSTING.

#it's long I'm sorry #<- that's what Sea Duke said #but there's only so much bullshit I can take #I'm not joking when I tell y'all I hate it here #not my best work but it's honest #boomer women be miserable and I'm not here for that shit #it's very disrespectful to bae

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