#breaker the hybrid

[kingmaxstatic]

PRIDE MEGA POST!!! (Ft Headcanons/Ocs)

So I while drawing the image for this I wanted to give Whispangle their own pride post because they deserve it and I love them. I wanted to include some ships I have (Including Canon x Canon and Canon x Oc)

Sonic- Bisexual + Transgender

Shadow- Pansexual + Nonbinary

Breaker- Nonlabeled + Lesbian

Belle- Demigirl + Lesbian

Sally Acorn- Bisexual + Transgender

Surge- Lesbian + Nonbinary

Starline and Voltz- Gay + Transgender

Kitsunami- Demiboy + AroAce

Pocket Posey- Lesbian

[kingmaxstatic]

Breaker's SOOO Proud of their creation of the Midnight Topaz. I imagine it took some time to really and truly be able to make something like it! Their fire/heat powers are cool to them, yeah but once they made this it proved to them that they don't just have to destroy, but create. Sure it's only a copy of the warp topaz and it's only half as powerful.

I feel like this is the first thing they've really ever MADE but they do end up being an artist/writer and it's where they really shine.

In my future universe they DO end up becoming a published online author, really sweet arc that really plays into Breaker finding out who they are.

#20: What is your OC the most proud of? Have they been recognised for it?

[choccorin]

thinking about catboy!haruka getting incredibly jealous when he picks up a dog scent on you ... when he noticed the smell, he hissed and glared at you. he got upset after you told him that your coworker brought his dog!boy to work, if he could bring his dog!boy then why couldn't you bring him? he's way better than that dog, anyway. he was pouting the whole evening and kept his distance from you; he didn't like the icky scent, especially if it was clinging to you. it took many pspspspspsps and treats before he finally let you scratch the back of his ears again. he ended up sleeping and clinging next to you all night long, making sure that his scent clings to you and to let everybody know that you belonged to someone, that you belong to him.

[sonic-elements]

Breaker The Milli-Centipede

Presenting to ya the most artistic mind of Team wisp. a musician and artist all in one, well skilled in his words making the world his canvas. embodying the Cerise wisp meet Breaker The Milli-Centipede

(Sonic Characters belong to ©Sega) (Character belongs to me don't steal or trace)

[yukimiyum]

OBEDIENT | 1,659 words (~13 mins reading time). afab!reader, wolf hybrid!togame, slight D/s dynamics, obedience training, cunnilingus (reader!receiving), fingering, pet names (reader calls togame “good boy” and “puppy”, togame calls reader “dove”)

author’s notes: all i could think of after seeing this art was just how cute togame would be with you :(( i’m so sick for him, need him waiting between my legs watching me play with myself and being such a good boy and waiting for me :(( need to make him clean his drool off the carpet after. the brain worms!!!!!!!!

-> taglist: @qichun @mitsuwuyaa @suyacho @stunies -> join the taglist!

Brushing out Togame’s tail takes a lot of effort.

It’s billowing, gray shot through with black, and it always manages to get so tangled throughout the day. With him needing to hide it during fights, it’s easy to see how he comes home with it looking like he’d dragged it through a rose bush backwards.

“Your undercut’s growing out,” you murmur as he plops himself in front of you, right in between your legs. He’s still so tall that his gaze is level with your chest, but he rests his head on your crossed legs with a sigh, feeling your fingers card through his messy, damp hair from his shower. “Should I cut it again?” you hear him rumble, and he looks up at you lazily, his green eyes dulled by tiredness.

“No. I like it.”

He smiles. “Okay.”

He turns around, his back against the couch, and leans his head back against you, bumping your legs with his forehead. Your fingernails dig gently into the top of his head, scratching right in between his ears. “Right there?” you ask, and he nods slowly, humming as you continue your motions.

You go a step further, just to see how he reacts, by leaning over and wrapping an arm around him, scratching at his chin while your other hand stays between his ears. That gets a much different noise out of him, something close to a groan as his head doesn’t know whether to lean back into your scratching, or forward into your palm. He’s surrounded by pleasure right now, and you’re not even doing anything remotely sexual, just giving him the attention he wanted all day.

To come home, and be a good boy for you. To not have to be in charge. To melt into the floor as you coo at him, telling him how wonderful and obedient he is for you.

“Want me to brush your tail, too?” you ask him, and he nods, handing you the brush that he’d already brought from the bathroom. Your legs frame his head as you bend over, beginning to brush out the ends before moving up the rest.

Some of the knots are rough, but as you brush them out, you can’t help but feel the temperature in the room spike. You know he likes this; it’s a weird turn-on that he’s still not used to, but his tail is always so sensitive, feeling the knots work themselves out under your fingers being so erotic for him. You’d asked him once to explain, and he just shrugged. Some things are just like that, was his eloquent answer.

Your eyebrows raise as you let out a chuckle. “Someone needs something?” you whisper in his ear, leaning over, and he turns around to brush noses against you, eyes wide. The brush is set on the couch, momentarily forgotten. His gaze flicks up to the ceiling as if in mock thought, but his cheeks are brushed rosy red, a dead giveaway.

“Maybe.”

Your thighs feel the slightest bit wet underneath your lacy panties you have on, an ache suddenly springing to life. You’d be lying if you weren’t yearning for him extra hard today; being with Togame just feels so easy, and he’s so willing to please that you never fail to feel treasured and important to him. He makes you feel like a goddess, worshipping at your feet as much as you desire him to.

Your voice cracks as you speak. “Well, I might need something, if you’re open to it.”

His ears perk up almost immediately, his half-brushed tail swishing on the floor as he fully turns around. He moves onto his knees, sweeping his arms underneath your legs as his chest is flush, pushing you back onto the couch as he looms over you. “Yeah? Can I have a taste?” His voice is so smooth, so intoxicating that you fall easily into his trap.

You know you hold the keys, but even still, you let him do as he likes. You nod.

Your shorts are gently pulled off of your legs, along with your panties as he stares hungrily at your hole, leaning back on his feet. It’s quite wet at this point, strings of it sticking to his fingers as he gives you a gentle stroke. Your hips don’t fail to lurch up at him, and he smirks at you through his eyelashes.

You can’t help but stoke the flames. “I think you deserve a treat. Yeah? Want a treat, puppy?”

Treat. Togame’s tail wags behind him as his hand drops into his lap. You can see his eyes fogging over; it was so easy to get him to bend to you, naming such simple words for him to become so subservient. He loved it, though, you knew that as well; all he wants is to make sure you feel good. That’s his purpose; his wants and needs are irrelevant right now. It’s all about you.

The power high makes you braver as you spread your legs, and he stares hungrily at you, a small whine falling from his lips. Like a good dog, waiting to be told he can dive into you. You wait, though, because that’s what you enjoy the most; watching him be so desperate, but never disobeying you. How could he, after all?

You lick your fingers, moving them down to play with yourself, watching his eyes follow every movement your thumb makes. Your clit twitches under your finger, a gentle ahh falling from you as you look at him, clicking your tongue. His gaze immediately flips back to you, and there’s a small line of drool making its way down his chin.

He doesn’t make a move to wipe it off. You don’t want him to.

“Yeah? Wanna make me feel good, puppy?” you ask him, slowly swirling your thumb over your clit. You’ve done this so many times, you know Togame would feel better than your own fingers, but it’s worth watching his spit drip all over the carpet in anticipation. He nods, his tail slapping against the floor a little more aggressively than before.

You tut. “Tell me how much. Use your words.”

“Yes. So bad, wanna taste you so bad. Been thinking about you all day.” He emphasizes the “so” to a point where it sounds silly, but you know he means it. You know he’s telling the truth; the last thing Togame would ever do would be to lie to you.

“All day? What a good boy you are, only thinking of me.” You’re getting even braver, pushing the line further as you feel the hot coil in your stomach becoming more difficult to ignore. Your thighs are shaking, just slightly, but Togame’s gaze is drilled onto your own. He knows better than to look away.

“Come on, dove,” you hear him rumble, “please? Need to make you cum myself, I know you can’t do it alone.”

You let out a light giggle; you can’t ever tease him for very long, one of you breaks eventually (and it’s usually you, but you like the amount of leeway he gives you). “Okay,” you respond, finally giving into his demands. “You were so obedient there for me, waiting to be called. V-ahh-very good, you can—”

He’s onto you before you can even give the command, but you don’t care as you feel him move your hand away, pinning it against the couch, his fingers wrapped around your wrist as his tongue dives into you. It’s insane how quickly it yanks you to the edge, almost as fast as him pulling you forward onto his face. It’s like he’s trying to suffocate himself on you, his tail going absolutely insane behind him against the floor. The rhythmic thudding noise is in perfect time with his tongue on you, licking against your slit.

He breathes deeply, smelling your scent on your bush as if to memorize it once again. “Fuck, you smell and taste good, dove,” he rumbles against you, the vibration causing your legs to shudder and your head to fall back, “gonna make you cum now, ‘kay? You’re so close, I can smell it. All mine.”

You nod, your mouth falling open as you feel yourself teetering over the edge. You’re surprised he can sense that, but you consistently forget about his animalistic instincts; his sense of smell is extraordinary, of course he’d be able to smell your orgasms as they near you. It’s insanely hot, too; he’s able to attune to you better than anyone else you’ve been with.

“T-Togam—fuck—”

Your free hand reaches out as his tongue hits you just right, the wave of your orgasm slamming down on you as you tug on his hair, right in between his ears. He growls against you, and you wail, the added vibration punting you even further into ecstasy. He laps you up like he’s starving, unafraid of the squirt that’s spraying all over his face as you hold on for dear life, weathering every rolling climax that doesn’t seem to want to stop.

“S-So good—”

You barely hear him over the roar in your ears.

“Tastes so good, fuck, this is always worth waiting for. You’re always worth waiting for. God—”

You can feel him rutting against the couch as you finally feel yourself coming back down, feeling like you’re sinking into the couch as your eyes flutter shut. Your hand releases his hair, and he decides this time to not continue and lean up and over you once again, pressing kisses to your cheeks as you catch your breath.

“That good?” you hear him whisper in your ear, a gentle kiss following it, and you can’t help but giggle in your post-orgasm, mushy feeling, nodding.

“Yeah, you’re so obedient,” you rasp, and Togame’s lips curve into a smirk, “such a good puppy for me.”

He nestles into your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent.

“Only for you, dove.”

divider credit: @/cafekitsune networks: @pixelcafe-network @themovingcastlez

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[xsumire]

Thanks for the compliment! 😃 I tried my best building him 😂

[tomohirosibuyahappyanimals]

Two Paddles Game (Block Breaker & Pinball Hybrid)

Original Game : Cutie Q

[mirtash]

a lil bit of lore: Princess Luna had to banish her sister on the Sun for 1000 years  Luna doesn't have enough power to hold the sun on the sky for long enough because Celestia being in her nightmare form (it's not a Day Breaker but I don't have a name for her yet eeeee like Supernova or smth???) weakens Luna's connection with the sun (and also Luna holds less magic power than Celestia in general) what's more Nightmare Celestia cursed Luna's ponies to be "the creatures of the darkness where you belong", turning them into Bat Ponies. most of the ponies in Equestria are bat ponies. Pegasy Unicorns and Earth ponies only comes from ancient pure blood families like Apples, Pies, Glimmers, etc some as Rainbow and Rarity mostly look as regular pegasys and unicorn but they can hold trates of the bat ponies (fangs, ears, sometimes wings) Bat ponies and the hybrids don't feel good enough during daytime (their eyes works so much better in the dark, they flies faster during night time and prefer lower temperature) and that's another reason why Princess Luna has to hold moon at the sky longer than sun Apple Jack

- She puts flowers in her mane in the memory of her mother. In this AU Pear Butter is a very cool genetic. She died when Apple Bloom turns 5 and Apple Jack (who just turned 15) left absolutely heart broken. However this tragedy made Apple siblings much stronger and they've become closer than ever. That's when Apple Jack finally gets her cutie mark, representing her bond with apple family (three apples represent Apple Bloom, Apple Jack and Big Mac) - Apple Jack is one of the ponies who doesn't really enjoy Luna's reign mostly because she is a farmer and it's hard for her to take care of the various apple trees during longer night time. - The Apple family is VERY conservative they are one of the very few families in Equestria who still grows original sorts apples (and other crops), including a super rare Zap Apples and that need extra care due the lack of sunlight. - one of the Apple family ancestors happened to be the leader of the earth ponies rebellion that happened in the first years of Luna's reign. Luna's spirit was broken after she had to banish her sister and things didn't go very well in her kingdom. Hundred of angered ponies led by the "iron mare" Red Delicious broke into the Castle of the two Sisters. The guards didn't even try to stop them.  When ponies entered the throne room they saw The Princess of darkness, crying over her sister's broken throne. The room was filled with blooming Sunflowers, favorite flowers of Celestia. Then Luna turned to them and she spoke to them as a princess and they saw the power she holds and they realized she can destroy them all with a single spell. But she didn't. Red Delicious who was determined to fight "the princess of darkness" till the end finally saw the real Luna and she wasn't scared or angry anymore but started to feel the compassion for her. - Red Delicious herself helped Luna to make a plan on defeating hunger. Ponies were starving due the lack of crops and Red Delicious worked hard alongside with Luna to invent plants that would be able to grow effectively in the dark on the shortest time. Ponyville became the first night farmers city (very close to the Castle of the two sisters). 

Rainbow Dash - Her full name is Rainbow Stormcloud Dash. - Her mother and father are both pegasy and her grand grand father is a hybrid bat pony (she likes him sooo much he is super cool) However, she doesn't have any trates of bat pony except of the ability to see in the dark and flying at night. - Rainbow mane in different varieties is a very rare gene that only exists in her blood line a very long time ago one of her ancestors tried to save his friend from a dragon and flied so fast he broke the laws of physics and a Sonic Rainboom happened.  After that his mane turned rainbow colored. Pegasus with a rainbow mane was born once in a generation since then but a very few of them were able to perform a Sonic Rainboom. - Rainbow Dash is the first pegasus in Equestria history who was able to perform the Nocturnal Rainboom. - Her dream is to become a Shadow Bolt. They are the best flyers in Equestria!!! And most of them are bat ponies because it's hard for a pegasus to perform bat's tricks. Not for Rainbow though! 

[hayatoseyepatch]

𝕴𝖙’𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊! Welcome to hayatoseyepatch's very first Kinktober. As this is my first time attempting to tackle kinktober I decided to spice it up a bit and bring you Sam's 13 Nights of Halloween. I will be doing thirteen prompts leading up to October 31st these will be a mixture of drabbles and full-length fics. It will be mostly Wind Breaker-centric with some other fandoms sprinkled in. Please Note: any of the prompts below may be subject to change (very unlikely but just a heads up).

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙: As this is kinktober a very heavy minors do not interact is in play, the writing below can and will feature dark content. Any and all posts containing dark content will be marked with a '⚠︎' symbol. Reader's discretion is advised. All fics as always will contain content warnings in their description and so please be mindful of the tags. Should you like to be tagged in any and all fics please either comment or shoot me a dm/ask! Thank you, I hope you enjoy what I have in store, and remember 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌.

𓉸༻ Zayne x Reader (L&DS) October 7th ⚠︎

⤜☠︎→ Pussy Inspection. Description: Zayne could not contain the possessive need to keep you all to himself, to not let anyone see the most private parts of your being. So if he had to convince you to let him perform your routine gynecological exam, then so be it.

𓉸༻ Suo X Reader. (WBK) October 9th ⚠︎

⤜☠︎→ Shibari. Description: Hayato believed himself to be a patient man, a patient lover, one that satisfied any and all of your needs. But upon returning home it seems he might just have to bind those pretty wrists for you to teach you how to keep your hands to yourself in his absence.

𓉸༻ Hoshina x Reader (KN8) October 11th

⤜☠︎→ Thigh Riding/Impact Play. Description: Soshiro Hoshina was hard to rile up, but after seeing a certain captain flirting with his girl, it seemed he needed to take matters into his own hands. Maybe he needed to remind you that he was the only one to bring you pleasure, in any shape or form.

𓉸༻ Luke x Reader x Kieran (L&DS) October 13th

⤜☠︎→ Sensory Deprivation. Description: It started off simple enough, a little wager that you'd be able to tell the twins apart no matter the situation. You were blindly confident in your abilities, however, you never imagined you'd have to be able to tell which brother was pleasuring which part of your body.

𓉸༻ Kaiju!Kafka x Reader (KN8) October 15th ⚠︎

⤜☠︎→ Monster Fucking. Description: There was always something about seeing Kafka transformed, something that piqued your interest. Maybe it was the glow in his eyes or the sharpness of his claws, all you knew is you wanted to take his Kaiju form for a ride.

𓉸༻ Wolf Hybrid!Sakura x Bunny Hybrid!Reader (WBK) October 17th ⚠︎

⤜☠︎→ Hybrid/Breeding. Description: Endo loved how easy it was to fluster you. But if he loved anything more it was how easy to rile Sakura up. And now he'll do anything he can to show Endo just who you belong to.

𓉸༻ Incubus!Endo x Reader (WBK) October 19th ⚠︎

⤜☠︎→ Corruption. (Collab) Description: You werent sure how your friends had managed to talk you into this. Never did you think you'd spend your evening doing some dumb ritual they saw online, and you cetainly never thiught it would work. Yet here you were eyes locked with the cold blue eyes that stared at you from the foot of your bed.

𓉸༻ Narumi x Reader Ft. Hoshina (KN8) October 21st ⚠︎

⤜☠︎→ Exhibitionism/Filming. Description: Narumi was a very possessive man, so when he sees you and Hoshina getting along a bit too well, he decides to show you both just who it is you go home to every night.

𓉸༻ Soshiro x Reader x Soichiro Hoshina (KN8) October 23rd

⤜☠︎→ Spit Roasting. Description: The Hoshina brothers have always been in competition with one another. But when Soichiro finally pushes his brother too far what'll happen when they have something entirely new to compete over.

𓉸༻ Ghostface!Karasu x Reader (BLLK) October 25th

⤜☠︎→ Hunter/Prey. Description: Karasu thought you needed to stop spending so much time online, especially after you let your doom-scrolling lead you to ask him to fuck you in a Ghostface mask. But hey, what was he if not an accommodating partner, he did so love it when you screamed.

𓉸༻ Vampire!Umemiya x Reader (WBK) October 27th ⚠︎

⤜☠︎→ Somnophilia/Blood. Description: Hajime couldn't help it, not with how cute you looked so fast asleep next to him. Not with the way your smell overwhelmed his senses. After all, one taste couldn't hurt, could it?

𓉸༻ Sakura x Reader Ft. Yamato Endo (WBK) October 29th

⤜☠︎→ Vouyerism. Description: One of Endo's favorite pastimes is flustering Sakura and his cute little girlfriend, but what he hears when going to find you both winds up with him being flustered instead.

𓉸༻ Ghostface!Bachira x Reader (BLLK) October 31st ⚠︎

⤜☠︎→ Mask Kink/Knife Play. (Collab) Description: You swore grief followed you like a cloud. Losing those who you loved at every turn, but there was one positive at least you had Bachira to turn to for comfort. But you were soon to find out the mysterious deaths surrounding you werent such a mystery afterall.

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight & @/cafekitsune. Banners & writing by me.

[kingmaxstatic]

I decided to give Baby Breaker an actual fucking ref because I love them soso much and drawing them waters my crops

ALSO!!! Breaker's design got a SLIGHT update! (ALSO FINALLY THEIR REF SHOWS OFF THEIR LIL SPURS!!)

[goldenocie]

May…may I poke for more about Oscar’s friendsss

Yeah ofc!!!

Weirdly- only group picture I have of them as I draw them more separately

We have Turner! He’s a deer hybrid who specializes in bows, hatchets, and tracking. He and his mother were New Seasides first residents as they left his father. His mothers name is Lenora and she’s a deer centaur looking person. Turner was the first friend Oscar made in New Seaside and it was definitely more one sided for a bit. Oscar probably annoyed the shit out of him for a bit (he/him)

Next is Sonya, the idea I had for her that I talked to Beck a bit about was she was an allay that had been vexed before. Possibly restored with Arisannas help, she is a bit more mature than some of the others. She struggles with empathy a lot and her speciality is knives (these two are connected)! She still fights like a vex, vanishing into walls and getting in close to make precise cuts. She likely is the voice of reason in the group even if she is a very tiny voice. (She/they)

Raja is next! They’re an endermen and were found by Jerry’s sisters before they were able to reunite with him. Raja is more timid but they specialize in long weapons such as spears and pole arms as well as any staffs. They’re descended from speakers of enderian and struggled with hearing her thoughts for a lot of their childhood until she was killed. It was always a one sided communication. Raja doesn’t know anything else about their family as they, like Oscar, we’re born and displaced during the resets. Raja does not get along with centross, they make him uncomfortable. (They/he/she)

Ofc you all know Oscar who would eventually specialize in crossbow, scythes, axes, and sword combat. Probably knows a few bit more due to Jerry and centross. He canonically sucks at wielding a trident though. He named the group the “Realm Breakers” because he thought it was cool that they were all from different realms.

Oscar met them all either in school (Turner) or while going through the New Seaside version of basic training as he joined up to help Jerry who’s the guard commander. The Realm Breakers eventually became their own specialized unit for the New Seaside guard as they are scarily effective. The main issue comes with that they will only listen to Jerry or Kai for orders. Centross sometimes if they’re feeling like it (most of them have adopted those three as basically their own parents. Centross hates this)

[oddly-specific-hermit-headcanons]

You cannot convince me otherwise that grian has many strange traits, most of which can be attributed to his hybrid status or to the watcher part of him.

Things like staring at people or things with a strange other worldly look in his eyes

Maybe he once mentioned something that seem impossible to most [excluding those who are admins like xisuma, watchers, and just world breakers like doc]

Some hermits swear that he had an extra limb one day or that his arms were too long, even if they had no proof.

[Yes, they were seeing that stuff correctly. Grian is just a gremlin who uses his watcher powers to slightly alter his appearance to mess with people]

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[yolobloggers]

Centuries

~Summary: Klaus Mikaelson, the immortal hybrid, faces a torment that not even centuries of power can silence. Haunted by the fear that his name will fade into obscurity, he seeks solace in his art—and in the presence of Y/N, a love long lost but never forgotten. But in a world where the past is always present, can they truly leave behind the legacy of their broken love—or is it destined to remain a shadow, lingering just out of reach?

~A/N: This ones for you, A Cat <3 (@justlostinautumn) Love you xx

*You may see many of my one-shots/imagines being inspired by songs, music inspires me. I don’t think I can ever put into words how much music has impacted my life.*

~Characters and Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader(F)

~Inspired by the song: Centuries by Fall Out Boys

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me, for centuries And just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries Hey-ya, a-hey, hey-ya Remember me for centuries

The room was dimly lit, the soft hum of chatter and smooth jazz drifting in from somewhere beyond, mingling with the flicker of shadows dancing against the walls. Klaus stood before his easel, his paintbrush hovering mid-air, poised but unmoving. The colors on the canvas, though unfinished, already brimmed with his signature intensity—a masterpiece of bold strokes and vivid hues, a testament to his eternal ambition. His jaw clenched, frustration etched into every line of his posture.

From the corner of the room, Y/N watched him, her book abandoned in her lap. Her gaze lingered on the way his brow furrowed, the slight tension in his shoulders betraying his inner turmoil. She traced the curve of his silhouette with her eyes, a quiet awe stirring in her chest at the raw passion he poured into his art—even in moments of doubt.

He hadn’t spoken in hours, his focus shifting between the painting and the storm brewing behind his eyes. Finally, he broke the silence.

Mummified my teenage dreams No, it's nothing wrong with me The kids are all wrong, the story's all off Heavy metal broke my heart Come on, come on, and let me in Bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints And this is for to match The darkness that you felt I never meant for you to fix yourself

“Do you think they’ll remember me?” he asked, his voice quiet but heavy, the weight of centuries laced within it.

Y/N tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “Klaus Mikaelson, the immortal hybrid, ruler of empires, and breaker of hearts? I’d say you’re unforgettable.”

His laugh was sharp, humorless. He set the paintbrush down with a clatter and turned toward her. “Fear fades. Legends become footnotes. I’ve spent lifetimes ensuring my name is carved into the bones of history, but what if it’s not enough? What if, one day, I vanish without a trace?”

Y/N set the book aside and rose, her movements deliberate. The soft rustle of her dress echoed in the quiet room as she crossed to him. “That’s not why you’re afraid, Klaus,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. “You’ve been remembered for centuries, but you’ve never let anyone truly know you. Not the man behind the monster.”

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me, for centuries And just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries Hey-ya, a-hey, hey-ya Remember me for centuries

He froze, her words hitting deeper than he wanted to admit. She stepped closer, her presence a balm to his restless mind.

“Klaus,” she said, her tone gentler now, “I’ve seen sides of you the world never could. The way you looked after your siblings when no one else would. The man who painted to express the beauty he was too afraid to show. The one who... who once loved me enough to let me go.”

His eyes softened, the cold mask of indifference slipping. “And what good did it do me? You left, Y/N.”

“I left because you pushed me away,” she countered, her voice catching. “You were so consumed by the need to control, to dominate, that you couldn’t see you already had what you wanted. Me. Us.”

Silence hung between them, thick with memories of stolen kisses and whispered promises from a time long past. Klaus took a step toward her, his expression a mixture of regret and longing. “Do you think I wanted to lose you? That it didn’t destroy me?”

Y/N’s breath hitched as his hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. His touch lingered, gentle yet possessive, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

“You were my everything, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice trembling with a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to feel. “But I didn’t know how to keep you. I didn’t know how to be the man you deserved.”

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams Until you die for me, as long as there's a light My shadow's over you 'Cause I-I am the opposite of amnesia And you're a cherry blossom You're about to bloom You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon

Tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “You could have tried,” she whispered.

“I’m trying now, ” he said, his voice barely audible.

Her resolve wavered as she saw the truth in his eyes. Centuries of pain and guilt swirled within them, but so did something else: hope. Slowly, she closed the distance between them, her hand resting over his heart.

“You don’t have to prove anything to the world, Klaus,” she said. “You’ve already left your mark on me. Isn’t that enough?”

His breath hitched at her words, and before he could think to stop himself, he closed the remaining space between them. His lips captured hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw and desperate, filled with years of longing and regret.

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me, for centuries And just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries Hey-ya, a-hey, hey-ya Remember me for centuries We've been here forever And here's the frozen proof I could scream forever We are the poisoned youth

Y/N melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as she pressed closer. His hands slid down her back, pulling her flush against him, as though trying to imprint her into his very being. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as if he were memorizing every taste, every sensation.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Klaus’ hands framed her face, his thumbs brushing against her flushed cheeks.

“You’ve always been unforgettable, Klaus,” Y/N whispered, her voice shaky but full of affection. Her fingers trailed down his chest, resting just over his heart. “Maybe it’s time you let yourself believe it.”

And for the first time, he thought he could.

He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead before whispering against her skin, “You’ve always been my eternity, Y/N.”

Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me, for centuries And just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries Hey-ya, a-hey, hey-ya We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries!

As he pulled her into his arms, the weight of centuries seemed to fade away. For the first time, Klaus felt something beyond ambition or rage—a fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, eternity wouldn’t be so lonely after all.

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~The Vampire Diaries/SPN:

@akshi8278

@sparklesmolwarriorprincess

[yukimiyum]

5,161 words. gn!reader, hybrid!au, hybrid!reader (calico cat), pirate!hayato. ownership, collars, penetrative sex, fingering (reader!receiving), pet names (angel, kitten), torture (not reader receiving). hybrid!oc side characters. reader is described as thin and malnourished. a/n: god i don’t know what came over me. jesus christ.

I’m gonna murder you.

That was the first thing you thought of when the smugglers stuffed you into this crate. It hadn’t been without injury; you’d gotten a chance to scratch and nip at some of the arms in your vision, with yelps and cursing following. One had swatted at you, which had been met with sharp teeth sinking into his hand. He’d howled in rage, holding his hand as the top of the box had finally been shut and locked. From there, you don’t know where you’d been put; the box was small enough where you’d been cramped, not allowed out unless it was in the captain’s quarters, and even then he’d expected you to sit so still next to him.

Financial success. That was a phrase you’d recognized, one that had been associated with your calico heritage, and was probably the reason why you were on a smuggler’s ship in the first place. Why you were really here was a mystery, kept from you, which suited you perfectly fine. You didn’t need to know why you were there, only that you had to escape somehow. Something deep within you had told you that this ship was cursed; and the growing quiet outside, eerily silent, did not speak of a smooth journey. Most ships in this star system were bustling, even during the long journey. This one was quiet…too quiet.

Sure enough, all of a sudden, there seemed to be a much more intense commotion going on outside. Cannons were going off, an awful, acrid smell spreading down to your little hovel in the base of the ship. It made your nose twitch, but you knew with a sinking feeling who it was attacking the ship. Who else could it be?

PIRATES.

Your hands were pressed over your ears, doing their best to hide the noise from outside but did little to protect your hearing. Your tail, tight around your body due to your confining box, couldn’t help but twitch whenever you heard a cannon go off. From the suddenly loud footfalls above you, it sounded like the pirates had managed to get on deck. Gurgling and heavier thuds permeated the sounds, as well as cackling noises from the intruders, and then…silence.

Gentle footfalls broke the quiet, and you braced yourself as they began to move around above you, stepping down stairs and sounding as if they were in the same room as you. You tried to make yourself small in the box, as small as possible in the corner as you hear someone scrabbling at the box. “Boss!” you hear a voice say, “Looks like they got some pricey cargo. Sounds like a smuggler ship to me.”

Another voice chimes in, smoother. “Open it.”

You clap your hand over your mouth, resisting the urge to snarl. You’d been hit for that, and you weren’t keen on being hit again over it.

A jingle of keys, and the box opens in the front. Light streams in, and you have to blink several times for your eyes to adjust before heads crowd the opening. You can’t make out details, but you do hear whispering between them; the special scent of other hybrids hits your nostrils, making you want to curl further into yourself. Hybrid and poor thing and why were they smuggling this are thrown around, before the heads clear and a singular man squats down in front of you.

He’s gorgeous.

Tasseled earrings swish as he kneels. The one eye you can see has nothing but kindness in it, a strange emotion to see in the eyes of a pirate captain. His garb is typical of a captain as well; a black coat with golden lapels, black pants and black boots scuffed from many adventures. The eye patch over his other eye is frayed as well, needing a good stitching.

He doesn’t say anything, only rakes his gaze over you. You don’t even realize you’re shaking until his hand reaches in, and you resist the urge to bite him. Unlike the smugglers, he doesn’t seem to have any ill will for you. His movements are slow, easy to anticipate, something you appreciate after the harsh, rapid movements of the smugglers.

“Good,” he whispers, as if he can tell you’re holding back.

His hand finally stops in front of your nose.

Is he…letting me smell him?

He doesn’t move, so you lean forward just a little, sniffing at his palm. It smells musky, like a strong cologne you’ve smelled before but can’t put your finger on it. It sends an electric shock through your system, almost as if you were meant to be found by him. Something about this feels fated somehow, and unconsciously, you move forward and push your head underneath his hand.

His touch is soft as he scratches between your ears, the contact forcing a rough purr out of your throat as you slowly move forward. You don’t leave the box, but you do let him pet you. That’s enough for you right now; feeling someone’s gentle touch against you, raspy purrs in your chest.

“Captain?”

One of the shipmates speaks behind the man in front of you, who looks back. “Yes?”

“Are we…takin’ it with us?”

“It?” The captain’s tone is sharp all of a sudden, like a knife. The atmosphere thickens.

There’s an audible gulp. “I, uh…them, I guess.”

The captain nods, turning back to you and coaxing you out of the box. Your legs feel cramped after having been stuck in that box for so long, and you can’t help but stretch out, groaning at the snaps and cracks and pops of your joints. Your tail swishes behind you, low to the ground, as you extend your arms out in front of you, your short claws digging into the wood as you wriggle out all the cramps.

“Can you stand?” the captain asks you, offering his hand. You nod, not up for speaking just yet as you grab his hand, standing on wobbly legs. You’re shorter than him, somehow, considering he can’t be more than five and a half feet tall, so you look up at him with big, brown eyes, waiting for what he’ll do next.

You go to take a step with him, and almost instantly, your vision blurs and darkens. Someone catches you, you presume the captain as he barks an order at the shipmates that had been surrounding him. The blood rushing to your head is too much, having not been on two legs for so long, that you let the darkness drift you away, hoping when you wake that you’ll be in a safer place.

A sentence meets your ears, causing them to twitch just before you go under.

I’ll take good care of you, kitten.

You awaken to fuzziness pushing against your cheek.

Immediately, you start, before grimacing and feeling the wooziness still in your head, your hand reaching up to press against the painful spot. It seemed to be a headache; you can’t recall the last time you’d eaten properly, only being forced to consume bathwater and moldy food. Your stomach felt small, so incredibly small, and you knew you looked thin as well. Not like you’d been chubby at any point of life, but starvation and malnourishment had done a number on you.

Upon inspecting the bed you’re lying on, it’s covered in fluffy, warm blankets that smell similar to the musk of the captain. There’s food as well, the scent hanging in the air and forcing you to lean over to the side table. A plate with piping hot food (what looks to be a stew) and a tall glass of water sit, ready to be devoured.

You can’t help but drool a little, wiping the spit on your chin as you go to take a bite of the stew. You’d never had stew before, only heard stories about how many ingredients it has and how rare some of them can be to harvest. As the food hits your palette, you can’t help but hum at the heartiness of it, the warmth spreading through your body. The water follows the food, eliciting a sigh as you take another scoop of stew—

You drop the spoon in the bowl as you hear the door open, chattering from the deck seeping in past the doorframe. Luckily, it’s just the captain as he shuts the door quickly behind him, before approaching your bed.

The draft from the open door hits your skin, and you pull one of the blankets around you, redness flushing your face. I didn’t realize he’d taken my clothes. Not that they were “clothes” in the traditional sense to begin with; they had been scraps at best, hanging off of your thin frame, but feeling them gone and you bare in front of him felt wrong.

He has a soft smile on his face, his earrings tinkling as he walks. He seems to ignore the fact that you’re naked, too, which you appreciate. “Enjoying yourself?” he asks, and you nod, still a little bashful. You’re probably too trusting of him so quickly, but…something about him makes you feel relaxed.

He sits on the edge of the bed, beckoning you close. You move as if attached by a magnet to his hand, pushing your head underneath it and purring as he gives you some scratches. There’s a noise of a bell somewhere, and you feel his hand brush against the soft skin of your neck, reaching for the ratty leather collar that the smugglers used.

You almost forgot about it, but you can’t resist hissing as his hand goes to grab it, jerking back. “No!” you cry out, and he releases the collar immediately, holding both of his hands in view. There’s something sad in his eyes, that makes you soften again, the bristling on your head relaxing. “Sorry,” you rasp, “’m sorry. Just…sensitive.”

He nods. “Can I remove it?” he asks. You nod.

He asks for permission at every turn, asking to rub the redness from your neck when the collar comes off. He adds some medicine to the burn, tutting. “Those smugglers had no idea how to take care of you, did they?” he questions, mostly to himself, but you shake your head anyway. You don’t remember much before the ship, mostly hiding in alleyways and making a name for yourself. You’d managed to hide your hybrid elements for a while, but the smugglers always find out eventually. It’s how they work.

Your eyes slide closed at his movements, his firm touches against your sensitive neck, and his cooing voice in your ear, telling you it’s going to be okay. One sentence remains as you drift off, feeling yourself grow tired after eating your fill of the soup and being freed of that disgusting collar.

Call me Hayato, angel.

Hayato was as fierce as he was kind, however.

You’d gotten used to accompanying him to meetings, sitting next to him obediently. He’d given you a much nicer collar, a black one with a shiny silver bell on the front of it, tinkling whenever you moved. He’d dressed you in much higher quality clothes, as well; similar to his own garb, you’d gotten a black jacket, white shirt, black pants and black boots. Thankfully, he never found a reason to give you a leash, and you stayed close to him enough where it wouldn’t matter. You weren’t a canine hybrid, after all.

However, today, there was an interrogation.

Of one of the smugglers they’d captured.

You’d sat, curled up in your seat as Hayato stalked around the smuggler in question. He’d been beaten before he’d been brought in, sores and welts disfiguring his face. However, he recognized you, and that led to where he is now; at the bad end of Hayato’s whip, lashing out whenever the smuggler gave him an answer he didn’t like.

“What were you doing with them?” Hayato asks sternly, pointing to you. The smuggler clams up, shaking his head. “Can’t—can’t tell,” he stammers out, and the tension in the room skyrockets. It’s almost hard to breathe as you stare at the man through slitted eyes, your ears pinned to your head as you hiss at him. He winces again, and flinches as Hayato squats next to him. The shipmates around him are bristling, almost waiting for the command to tear him to pieces.

You’d noticed, recently, that many of the shipmates were also hybrids. There’s a wolf hybrid, always barking at one of the golden retrievers that never seemed to be able to mop the deck fast enough for him. He had a massive scar up his snout, crossing one of his eyes and rendering it blind, his ears and tail jet black shot through with red (that you imagined he dyed himself). The retriever was larger, more stout with big brown eyes, and much more of a yapper. It was like watching night and day.

That meant this was personal for Hayato. He had a stake in this.

You made a mental note to ask him why he kept rescuing hybrids, but it seemed as though he did it for justice more than anything else as he lashes the man once more, a wail tearing itself from the injured man’s throat as a massive welt appears on his bare back, blood oozing to the surface.

“Can’t tell me? You know your captain has been killed, correct?” Hayato’s tone is clipped.

The man gasps. “No! He’d never go down that easy to the likes of you,” he spits, and Hayato’s face splits into a smile. A smile that a carnivore would have, when its prey has caught itself in a trap right in front of it.

“Never? Well, he seemed to go down quite easily before the barrel of my gun.”

The smuggler gulps. “F-Fine,” he stammers after a moment, “what do you want?”

Hayato sighs. “I asked you already. What did you want with this hybrid? Come now, keep up.”

The smuggler looks back up at you, and smirks, having a lick of courage flashing in his eyes. It made your blood feel cold*.* “That one? Oh, they’re a pretty one. Pro’lly had it on there so the captain could stick his cock somewhere—”

The blow that lands on his face is loud, a crrrrrack echoing through the cabin as the man slumps, gasping, almost unconscious. Hayato’s face is stern, a rage in his eyes that looks like fire. He doesn’t shake or flinch, but moves in a calculating way as he shifts to be right in the man’s vision. “Disgusting,” he says, spitting on the man’s face, which is met with a faint groan, “fucking disgusting. People like you deserve nothing in this world. Would you have even asked for consent, or do you also think you’re entitled to that as well?”

You’ve curled inside of yourself as soon as you heard the words the man had spoken. The lust in his voice was clear, and you couldn’t help but want to hide, hide away from prying eyes and from anyone who saw you as a pretty little hole. It made you feel dirty, and thankfully nothing had happened before Hayato had arrived, but…what if he hadn’t? What would your fate have been?

The smuggler coughs, blood spraying on the floor. You look over at the wolf, and notice the drool dripping from his mouth. He can smell the blood, of course he can; and he looked like he’d want nothing better than to devour the man in front of him. His teeth are digging into his lip, and the retriever’s hand moves to grip the wolf’s, noticing his tail swishing.

The smuggler grins through the blood. “’Course ‘m entitled. It was my property, yeah? I could do whatever I want to it, and so could the captain.”

The rage that’s swirling in Hayato’s eyes only strengthens as he looks up and glances at the wolf, meeting his feral eyes. The wolf’s muscles are ramrod straight, and he’s shaking at having to hold himself back. The retriever does his best, but it’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough.

Hayato says nothing, turning on the smuggler and moving to you, instead, worry clouding his eyes as the rage dispels. He moves in a way where you can’t see the smuggler anymore, and kneels down in front of you, cupping your face.

He removes one hand, and snaps his fingers, the crisp noise echoing around the cabin.

Within an instant, you see the wolf charge in, claws tearing at any part of the man that he can get his hands on from the noises that elicited from the movements you could barely see. His nails are long, never cut but only sharpened and fine-tuned, like ten small blades attached to his fingers. Blood sprays all over the cabin, the man’s screams echoing around the cabin.

You see none of it. Hayato sits in front of you, taking up all of your vision, his big eyes staring deeply into your own. There’s safety there. “Look at me,” he whispers, and you comply, because how could you not when someone who barely knew you fought for you without needing a reason? Even if there had been a reason, you had a feeling that Hayato would have done it anyway.

The retriever moves in after the wolf is done and silence has fallen, cleaning up after him. The wolf staggers back, and you attempt to peek over Hayato’s shoulder, who gently moves your face back to look at him. “Don’t look at him,” he says softly, “I don’t want you to see this. Just know that he’s gone and he’s not coming back.”

You shivered. “Okay.”

That night, you can’t help but hear the man’s screams.

The clean-up after had been out of your vision as well, the retriever doing his best to keep you out of the cabin. It had been difficult, but due to his brawn there was no way you could have forced your way in. So, instead, you chose to lounge in Hayato’s quarters, which you’ve now discovered is where you’d woken up. You chose your own bed instead, having had it closer to the door, and you’d toppled onto it to sleep.

You dreamed of terror, horribly vivid dreams with hands touching you where you didn’t want them. Voices telling you you belong to me, I can do what I want echoing through your brain. You couldn’t talk back, or hiss or scream for help; your vocal chords were shot, tightened, frozen in place.

You’d woken up in a pool of sweat, shaking and shuddering in the middle of the night. The ship was moving gently along the galactic current, the stars outside bringing soft light into the cabin. There was a planet you were passing, its bright aura dousing the cabin in a pretty glow of orange and purple.

Wiping the sweat off your brow, you crawled over to Hayato’s bed. You felt terrible asking him to soothe you, but you simply shed your clothes and crawled under the covers with him, thinking nothing of it.

Instead, Hayato’s eyes fluttered open as you slid under the blankets, getting yourself comfortable. “Are you alright?” he rasps, blinking sleepily as he drags you to him, a soft yelp falling from your lips at the movement, before smoothing into his grip. “Nightmare,” you whisper, and his grip on your only tightens. The bell around your throat jingles.

“Oh, angel,” he whispers, scratching that space between your ears that he knows you love, “it’s alright. I’m here. None of those bastards will ever lay a hand on you again, I promise.”

It’s silent for a moment, before your mind begins to wander.

You can feel that Hayato is only dressed in sleep pants, and for some reason, that makes you feel warm. Something stirs inside of you, your stomach tight as you turn to look at him. Whatever is in your eyes makes his grow dark, and he grins. “Do you need me to take care of you?” he asks, and you nod. There was something about having Hayato do what the men in the nightmare did; call it reclaiming power or whatever you’d like, but having it with the person you trusted the most (currently) felt like it was wiping away the previous horrible ordeals you’d been through.

His lips slot against your own so gently that you almost don’t notice, and a purr is shared between your connected mouths as his tongue slides against your lips, asking for entrance. It licks into your mouth, hot and wet and strong, easily taking control from you. Your tail swishes against the covers, and your thighs clench at the motion.

“My pretty little kitten,” he murmurs against you, “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

His hands drift, down to your hips as his nails sink into the skin. The motion has you trembling against him, small ah’s escaping your mouth as he breaks the connection between you two, looking at you like you’d hung all the stars in the galaxy. He looks at you in a way he doesn’t look at anyone else, and it makes your chest feel warm.

As he maneuvers above you, you can’t help but blurt out, “My first time. This, uh…this is my first.”

He stops dead in his tracks, gaze hot on your lithe body. “I’m your first?”

You nod hesitantly. “B-But I do want this. With you. Promise.” You don’t know how else to say it, or how else to beg for it because now that he’s kissed you, you need him everywhere. Particularly, between your legs, where you can feel wetness beginning to build between your thighs. Who cares if it’s going to be something you regret? Right now, it felt right to reward the person who’d saved you twice over.

He pauses for a moment, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him hesitate. Then, he smiles, moving back to your lips and capturing you in a long kiss, teeth clacking together. You sink your canines into his lip, just enough to indent the skin, and he groans into your mouth.

“I’ll be gentle,” he says, moving down to spread your legs in front of him. You feel your ears twitch as he does so, gazing at your center and how it drips onto the blankets beneath you both. There’s a flush on your cheeks, you can feel the warmth on them as he reaches out and runs a long, thin finger through your lips, from your center up to your throbbing clit.

As soon as his finger taps your nub, you jolt, your hips unconsciously bucking into his own grip. There’s a grin that splits across Hayato’s face, and he doubles down on the movement, leaning over you to get closer, his lips hovering inches above your own. His eyes are blown wide, almost black with lust as he watches you unfold beneath him.

The whines and whimpers that fall from your mouth aren’t in your control; you can only react to him, shuddering and shaking beneath him as he continues his movements. “Have you ever cum before?” he whispers, and you shake your head. You’d never touched yourself, either; it’s not like you had the time for self exploration, and Hayato can certainly tell with how sensitive you are. It’s almost like you’ve been pent up, all this time, your need pacing the grounds of a cage, yowling to be let out.

He smiles at you. “I’m going to make you, don’t worry,” he says gently, “get you nice and ready for me.”

You can feel it, the arousal, tightening in your stomach like a spring. It’s all so much that tears are pricking at your eyes, dribbling down your cheeks as you sob. “Feels ‘s good, Hayato,” you whine, and his smile only grows as he picks up the pace, his fingers rolling and pushing against you. “Good, angel,” he responds, “now, can you cum for me? Can my pretty kitten cum for me?”

You’d never been one to follow commands, being a feline hybrid, but something about his voice had you spurting all over the blankets without a second thought, a cry ripping itself from your throat as you cum. He watches you do so, his gaze a burning fire that’s tearing through you, watching your body jerk and shake and shudder beneath him as you ride out your high. You can’t tear your eyes from him, not with how intense he looks and how happy he looks, his pride for you written obviously all over his face.

His fingers leave you, allowing you a moment to catch your breath, before he’s there again above you, lips attached to you.

“You did so wonderfully, angel,” he says against you, his hands pulling off his pants, “so, so good for me.”

Your head is light, as if there was a dam broken that suddenly made you feel like you were walking on air. When his cock brushes against your center, you wince, feeling the head prod against you. “T-too big,” you manage to get out, and he pulls you in close, bracketing your head with his arms, pressing kisses to your forehead.

“We can stop if you want to,” he says softly, but you shake your head. Now that you’ve gotten a taste…you need to feel him inside of you. Claiming you. “No, it’s okay,” you manage to get out, and he holds you close as he positions himself, slowly breaching the ring of tight muscles.

“Just relax, kitten,” he says, “relax and let me in. Let me make you feel good.”

Your breaths are deep, following his motions as oxygen flows in through your nose and out through your mouth. Slowly, you feel him enter, and while it does burn, it doesn’t hurt. In fact, his cock slides in relatively easily thanks to the wetness lining your walls, and—God.

“S’ full,” you moan, and his forehead drops to your own as he pants. You can feel him restraining himself from slamming into you, adjusting to you. “You’re so tight,” he whispers, “hugging me so good, angel. Fuck.”

You stay that way for some moments, connected so divinely that you could’ve fallen asleep right there with Hayato’s cock keeping you nice and open, but that was a pipe dream. Instead, he slides out so slowly that every ridge of his cock rubs against your walls, and when he slides back in, the head hits this part inside of you that feels spongey and feels so good. You let out a shudder and a high-pitched squeal as he slides in and out faster, and when you look at him, he’s grinning. You don’t think he’s stopped grinning and smiling this entire time.

“Holy shit, kitten,” he pants, “don’t wanna cum too fast. Wanna feel you more.”

You nod, sighing as he sheaths himself inside of you once again. “Faster. Please, Hayato? Make me cum again?”

He pauses, looking at you questioningly. “Are you sure?”

You nod far too quickly. “Yes. Promise.”

The next snap of his hips has you seeing stars, bullying against that spot within you that makes you feel warm and tight and ready to explode all over him again. The pace is fast, but it’s not brutal; it’s like a ship, swaying and prodding and pounding rhythmically, like a song. Like a galactic song that’s been known across space and time.

He pushes himself up onto his palms, sweat dripping onto you as he rails into you. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he says, cupping your face with one hand and keeping himself up on the other. Skin slaps against skin, and your moans and whines all but spur him on to moving even faster. Your mind is unraveling with every thrust, every prodding movement to that spot within you only making you wetter. Squelching noises echo around the cabin, and your thighs clench around Hayato, your ankles unconsciusly locking behind him.

“G-Gonna cum, Haya,” you mumble, and his eyes screw shut as he lets out a groan that’s so loud that you expect half the ship can hear you both (if they couldn’t already). “Cum on my cock, kitten,” he says, panting and opening his eyes and looking directly at you, “I know you can do it.”

And you do. This one hits you even harder than the last, your vision almost whiting out as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Along with your walls trembling around him, you can feel Hayato growing close; you’re not sure exactly what it looks or feels like when a fully-human man comes, but with the stuttering of his hips and the way his cock feels inside of you, it’s no secret he’s about to finish as well.

So, you find some crude bravery as you lean up and whisper in his ear.

“Cum inside of me, Hayato.”

He gasps. “Oh, fuck,” he gets out, trembling, before he’s spurting inside of you with a growl that makes every hair on your body stand up. He starts babbling against you, the dirty words weaving their way into your mind and making you shudder and shake around him as you finish together.

“Fuck, gonna fill this pretty little hole. You’re mine, you’re all mine, nobody else can touch you but me. Only me. This is my little hole, only mine, mine, mine.”

Eventually, his arms collapse and he drops onto your chest, heaving and panting as he presses a kiss to your chest. You’re no better, drawing in deep breaths as you come back to center, your vision clearing as you feel the blankets underneath you and Hayato’s body stuck to your own through sweat and other bodily fluids.

You lay like that for some time, his hand lazily scratching between your ears, pressing small kisses to your shoulder where he can reach without moving. He looks up at you then, a stupid grin on his face. It’s almost dopey.

“I never thought I’d meet a hybrid like you,” he says, and you scrunch your nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you shoot back, and he lets out a giggle that makes your chest feel warm and cozy. His hand cups your face, and he pulls you down to press a kiss to your lips.

“Only that I adore you.”

The sentence wraps itself around you, holding you comfortably as he cleans you both up, changing the blankets and producing fresh ones. You nestle into the bed, Hayato’s arms wrapping around you tightly, as if someone was going to crash into the cabin and take you away from him.

At least, that’s probably what he thought.

Feeling safe in his arms, you drift off, feeling more safe than you’ve felt in years.

He adores me.

And he does.

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Only 6 drivers have ever won 4 championships... Fangio was the first, he would win 5 and hold the record for most championships until Schumi. Then came Prost in the 80s & 90s, he got to 4. Then came Schumi, the record breaker, he got to 7. Seb followed him and got to 4. Lewis got 7. Now Max joins him, and he's still going. He was once the inevitable, the one they all predicted would take the crown and end mercs domination in the hybrid era. He still is inevitable. It's just a question of how far he wants to go.

[candycandy00]

Concept for a Wind Breaker fanfic I may or may not write depending on how much time I have (all characters aged up):

Fantasy AU where you’re a cute catgirl hybrid about to be sold as a sex slave. In the cage next to you is the catboy Sakura. Despite his awkward, standoffish attitude, the two of you talk and become something like friends. While blushing furiously, he tells you he’ll protect you, no matter what. 

One day a rich nobleman named Suo shows up and, after thoroughly checking out the “merchandise”, decides to buy you. He’s a stranger, and even though he’s beautiful, you’re scared to go with him. Sakura goes berserk, breaking his cage to try to honor his promise to protect you. 

Sakura gets subdued by the slave traders, via the shock collars you’re all forced to wear. Suo finds this all very interesting and decides to buy both you and Sakura. 

Once at his mansion, Suo finds amusement in toying with you in front of Sakura, just to rile the other young man up. While you find it embarrassing to be stripped and touched by Suo, you don’t hate it. His touch is gentle and you’re very attracted to him. But you’re also attracted to Sakura. 

At some point, noticing the sparks between you and the catboy, Suo commands Sakura to fuck you while he watches. 

Suo eventually turns you and Sakura into debauched, sex crazed hybrids who are addicted to him and each other.

Would anyone want to read a full fanfic like this?