#like maybe slower then tails

[angelicdudles]

Wip

[tropicalcontinental]

[habizuh-supports]

what the fuck you cant DO THIS TO ME!??!?!?

"I wanna fly high…”

Sonic doesn't remember when was the first time he caught Tails singing this melody or where the kit picked it up from but what he does know is that whenever the hedgehog sung it in a hushed tone — in soft murmurs to match the steady breathing of the fox cub in his arms  cuddled close to his chest — it will be enough to put him to sleep.

He can't deny that catching Tails singing it to himself while tinkering alone in his workshop is cute and all, especially when he catches him dancing and the kit gets a little embarrassed afterwards and Sonic has to tell him it's nothing to worry about, but there's just something different about the nights when his baby brother just couldn't sleep, whether it be nightmares or thunderstorms or simply insomnia plaguing his cunning little fox brain, when he shyly tiptoes to Sonic in the dead of the night whenever the hedgehog decides to crash in his place and, with a quiet request, climbs onto his chest as Sonic holds him close. He scritches the back of his ear as his free hand brushes through the golden fur on the kit's back, both of their hushed breathing and soft heartbeats combining to make the melody even more peaceful.

To Tails, it was simply always more peaceful when it was Sonic's voice singing it.

It was never about the melody, about the song, about the lyrics. Just his big brother's voice.

Calm, soothing, safe.

"So I can reach the highest of all the heavens..." Sonic shifts a bit, just to give his sleeping arm some movement before he drapes it over the small of Tails’ back, the kit snuggling into the crook of his neck in return. Tails hums, content with his place atop the hedgehog's chest, listening to his (steady?) heartbeat as he wraps his twin tails around the both of them to provide enough warmth to fight off the cold that isn't necessarily the weather's fault this time. 

Just their own bodies failing to generate enough heat for comfort.

"Somebody will be waiting for me,” Sonic tries his very best to ignore the blood on his hands, the blood tainting his baby brother's chest and his own through the contact as well. He doesn't want to open his eyes, he doesn't want to see the red when he can pretend he's simply lulling Tails to sleep on a cold winter night and not to a slumber he might never wake up from. “So I-I have gotta fly higher..."

Tails purrs in his hold, secure and Sonic doesn't want anything else. He can't ask for anything else — well, he can. He can ask for a life that's going to be snatched away from his arms way too soon, for years yet to come, for wanting to see the boy in his arms grow up, for his bright smiles, for the wafting scent of breakfast in workshop he's returning to after a morning run, for a little more time, for home.

But Sonic doesn't ask for it. 

He's already using all of his leftover energy to stay awake just long enough for Tails to go first.

He doesn't want Tails to be alone, he doesn't want him to be scared, hurt and terrified in Sonic's arms who won't get up no matter how many times he begs every deity out there — Sonic doesn't want that. So he'll stay. Just long enough for Tails.

"Gotta keep goin'... Everything is a brand new challenge for me," If a tear rolls down Sonic's muzzle, he doesn't regard it. If anything it's hidden from sight when he lowers his head just enough to plant a soft parting kiss on top of Tails’ head. 

He continues with his lips still hovering above the boy's soft golden fur, "I will believe in myself..."

He can't feel his hands anymore, he doesn't know if he's still petting Tails. He doesn't want them to stop, his baby brother needs all the comfort he can offer to him right now. 

“This is only the start…”

His voice betrays him next.

Within moments, the world goes numb.

Sonic doesn't know which one of them went first.

[mell0wjello]

𝓣𝓦𝓢𝓣 !𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦! 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 !

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DNI If you’re uncomfortable with these topics !

𝓞𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻 !

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𝒜𝓏𝓊𝓁 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜

he cums ink. salty and fishy taste. very hard to get the stain off.

Usually tops but he's very vocal

I think it would be funny if he pulled out a consent form each time you guys were getting hot

Very big on safewords. He wants to make sure you're ok

Azul needs to hold your hands throughout to feel you hold him back, making him feel so safe in such an intimate setting

Slower but deeper thrusting

Honestly I feel that underneath everything, he's a very romantic person. He really understands that this should be a pleasurable experience for you both.

I feel that he's definitely a setting-the-mood person. He'd light candles, turn the lights down low, and maybe even play a little bit of music

It would take trust and time for Azul to let you show him his merform, let alone let you touch him in it. However, it'll feel much better for him when you do.

He puts his tentacles to good use. He can give you stimuli in 9 different ways now. Seeing you enjoy makes him so grateful and happy, he can't help but enjoy it too.

𝒥𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝑒𝒸𝒽

He’d be so cruel and unfair

He’d grab you by the hair and choke you down on his length just to hear you struggling to take on his size

He’d have you ride him, even though he knows you’ll struggle and need his help

He'll be praising your efforts with that sadistic smile of his

Jade can be very gentle with you, praising you for your hard work, and very rough too, pulling your hair when you whine too much.

Merman cum is different from human cum. It's slimier and has a clearer transparency, kind of like gelatin. It's usually deeper blue, but Jade's a little lighter.

Jade likes tying you up shibari style, and he's also become quite skilled at it with experience. Bondage is normally something that's usually done in his merform, so he loves bringing it to his human form too.

Jade still isn't quite accustomed to human clothing, so it's still a bit uncomfortable and unusual for him. When the both of you are alone he'll often take something off

Jade has a bit of an oral fixation. He's obsessed with seeing your mouth full and working.

Jade is not quiet, but he's not exactly vocal. If he's not praising or talking to you, it'll often be small sounds.

𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓎�� 𝐿𝑒𝑒𝒸𝒽

He changes positions so often. In between and in the middle of rounds.

Drive depends on his mood, so it fluctuates greatly

Size kink. Especially in his merform, it’d turn him on so much to see how tiny you were compared to him.

Kinkiest mf ever. He’ll be down for quite literally anything as long as he’s in the mood

I feel like he'd fixate on specific kinks or fetishes for like, a week, and completely forget about them afterwards until his new obsession

He's a switch, but he prefers domming most of the time

He’d shave this week and forget the next

Salty and bitter with a thicker consistency

In his merform, Floyd wraps his tail on anything he can. Your legs, your waist, in the right position he could even go for your neck.

Floyd can get real chatty when he's close. He'll go on about anything just for the sake of it

[docdudo]

Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 6)

It was getting colder, the days shorter, the nights longer... which meant, you were now stuck with John and Simon buying clothes.

You all ate relatively quickly before that, considering you barely munched in a small burger and fries before giving all the rest to Simon, and soon enough, you were all in a children's clothing store.

You insisted that you didn't really need many clothes, maybe just a jacket, since you didn't have one, and going out without a jacket in this temperature is pratically a death sentence for a human.

So, at first, you did agree to buying clothes, they did seem worried too, so you figured, why not?

But at this point, as you watched them get way more than you first imagined, you were starting to panick a bit.

"I-I really don't need that many, r-really...!"

"There's no way we are letting you out when it's getting close to snowing without proper winter clothing." John huffs slightly, his voice sounding rough this way. "I know how delicate humans are to the weather, you need gloves, thick socks, beanies, warm jackets, pantyhoses..." He lists casually, not even looking your direction as he goes through the toddler's section of the clothing store.

You could only feel yourself being gently bounced on Simon's arms as he tries to reason with you.

"We do have a few clothes from our kids' younger years. But it's not that many, and we don't have socks, or gloves, or beanies, this small anymore."

You frown a bit in nervousness, not sure about all this, but there's little you could do against the stubborness of a dragon.

"Okay, this should be enough." John smiles, taking the bag of clothing to the cash register.

You sigh a little, tiredly leaning against Simon. You got used to him carrying you around, considering he has been doing this for a few hours without tiring at all.

And you also got used to the stares people threw your way... and the coos and aww's too....

But at this point, you were tired. So freaking tired. You weren't one to usually go out, like, ever. So, here you were, drooping slightly against Simon, your breathing getting slower.

"I know, I know, we're going back after this." Simon murmured close to your ear, adjusting your position on his arms so you could lean more against his chest and shoulder, a heavy, giant hand rubbing against your small back.

"Mhm... why... why didn't... the others come too...?" You mumble softly, not managing to contain yout curiosity any longer as you watched John pay for the clothes a few feet away.

"Johnny and Kyle are making last minute adjustments to the house." Simon answers simply, even tho you clearly had a confused expression on your face now.

"Adjustments....?"

"Just some simple stuff. Do you remember how you had to use a car seat to get here due to your height? We got the car seat before, but we still had to do some repairs around the house to be a better fit to your size."

"T-That's... Ah... o-okay..." You nod quietly, not knowing what to say to that.

Tho, you were pretty curious to know what kind of adjustments they did around the house.

"Ready to go?" John asks as he comes back close to you.

"Yeah. The kid's tired." Simon nods easily, already starting to make his way back to the parking lot, John right behind him.

"Of course they are. Let's hurry home then."

After waking up, strapped to the car seat as you felt the car come to a stop, John gently unbuckled you and set your feet on the ground, pushing you softly so you could go into the direction of the entrance, where both Johnny and Kyle were already waiting for you.

"Wee lass, come 'ere!!" Johnny smiles excitedly, only to scoop you up from the ground as soon as you got close enough.

It seems he couldn't hold his instincts in any longer. But... that's okay, considering you were in Simon's arms just some time ago.

Johnny immediatly started to nuzzle into you, taking you inside the house as his tail wagged behind him easily.

"Do ya wanna play with me, pup?" He asks, soft, but excited at the same time.

"They're tired, Johnny." Simon says as goes inside, giving a kiss to Kyle as they pass by eachother, John coming right behind with the things they bought. "Put them to nap a lil'."

Johnny pouts a little, ears pressing down and tail stopping.

"I really wanted to play with the pup..." He almost whines, holding you closer to him.

He felt so damn warm...

"Tav, remember when we had the babies for the first time?" Kyle comments, a soft smile on his face. "Imagine it's like that once again. No playing yet."

"Aye, aye." He sighs, and you try to contain a blush at how they talked about you like you weren't even there. "Time to sleep, yeah, pup? Maybe a bit of cuddles?" The hand that wasn't holding you against him goes to your wrist as he gently pushed his hand under your sweater sleeve, frowning a bit as he felt that you were indeed a bit cold. "Yeah, cuddles, pup. Warm yah right up, yeah?"

He was murmuring softly like he was deep in his instincts, that damn babyish talk coming out once again as the werewolf walked easily all the way back to your room and went inside, closing the door behind him, not bothering to turn on the lights.

"Need warm clothes now, saw that John got you some, very good..." He mumbled like he wasn't even talking to you, affected by his protective instincts. "Gloves, and a wool beanie, wee pup... all bundled up, and warm... let's get warm, yeah? Let's lay down, here..."

And he took you straight to the middle of the room, where the nest carved into the ground was. He didn't even hesitate as he simply threw himself onto the soft blankets and pillows, laying against them confortably and immedaitly putting you against his warm side, tucked between his chest and arm, pulling a blanket to tuck you in gently.

You could barely process what was happening, but you let him, actually feeling... confortable. It was warm, he was warm, and the weird nest thing was definetly soft. And you were tired... so tired, you spend a long time out of the house...

It wasn't a surprise that you fell asleep quickly against him, swearing that you could hear some kind of weird noise and fell some kind of weird vibration by your side. Do werewolves purr?

Well, you could always search later. Right now, you were busy napping against the big and warm werewolf, who thrilled and cooed happily at you.

Part 5 / Part 7

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 2: multiple orgasm with zhongli from genshin impact

warning: multiple orgasm, dragon biology so two cocks<3, dacryphillia, overstimulation, handjob

notes: is it weird when the blade fic is longer than this one?

“UUNGH—! mmph!! l-love.. love please! slower! c-can’t—nyyAAMP♡︎!“ shaking his head ‘no’ over and over again, the funeral parlor consultant who’s known and praised for being able to keep his cool at all times, pleads as he comes on your hand again.

beloved by others for always being so cool headed and yet here he was, thighs trembling as he tries to close his legs to spare himself from this continued torture. it felt good at the beginning. your soft hand working his two cocks out of his vent, slowly working on them, hands gently wrapped around the two hardened arousals as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

yet something flipped in you when he first soiled your hand with his seeds as he sobs quietly. he saw it. how your eyes darkened just for a little bit, a soft chuckle ringing in his ears as his golden eyes slip tears.

since then, you’ve wrung orgasm after orgasm after, making him sob deliriously. he felt so sensitive. his two cocks were already so spent, he can’t keep going. he can’t keep cumming again, he’s gonna shoot blanks!

that’s what he sobs as his hand weakly pushes yours away, only to arch his back off of the bed so prettily as he comes for the nth time again that night. that’s what he sobs as his two cocks get hardened again as your hands leave his hard-on, almost as if his body was desperate to feel your hands wrapped around him. that’s what he sobs as his hips subconsciously push against yours.

dear geo archon, can’t even properly communicate what he wants and desires. instead opting to pathetically hump his ass on your crotch.

“l-love! puh! gcckk♡︎ a minute! just… just a minute” zhongli begs softly, pushing your hands off of his hardened cocks yet again. deciding to let him get at least a minute of break to catch his breath, you trail your hands to rest on the insides of his thighs. or to stop the violent trembling of his legs. or maybe even to wipe away the fat globs of tears on his cheeks.

either way, the dragon archon looked like a complete mess. who would have ever thought that a mere mortal could reduce such a being to tears by simply giving him a handjob? only him and you, of course. by now, you have learned almost everything about your draconic lover. he could easily get hard if you were to tease him right.

a hand ghosting over his chest, a slight squeeze to his soft ass cheeks, kneading the plush muscle and making a spreading motion with them. he blushes so cutely whenever you do that, wiggling his hips and pushing his ass towards your hand as if asking you to finger him right then and there wherever you two may be.

or maybe even whisper a simple praise to his ear when you go out on a grocery run together. a soft, “you’re such a good boy, zhongli” got him start flushing beet red.

perhaps a soft hand rubbing over the lower of his back gently over his fancy gold lined tailcoat. others would see it as a simple loving gesture. how you were massaging your lover’s back and helping him. but you and zhongli knows. that part is where his tail would usually be if he were to reveal them. the place where his tail would connect to his skin. one of his erogen zones.

“one minute time’s up, dear~” he hears you call out in a sing-song manner, right before he feels your hands return to their favorite places wrapped snuggly and tightly around his shafts.

before he could even brokenly shake his head and ask for a minute or two more, your hands continue their torture. slow, yet deep going hand strokes and how you tighten the hold on his two cocks like you’re trying to suffocate him. the previous many orgasms wrung out of him makes things easy, becoming a natural lubricant. slow yet deep. agonizing pleasure that he loves so much.

at one point, when zhongli bucks his hips into the closed fists of your hands with an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, he mistakes your hands for flesh-lights sucking them in. you’ve tried it with him before. leaving his hands tied up as you propped his legs open before engulfing his two cocks in flesh-lights. he made such a mess that day.

perhaps he should’ve realized then and there that you love seeing him lose himself to absolute debauchery. how his tears roll down, smudging his usually perfectly done red eyeliner, stumbling over his words, trying to plead for mercy.

just like right now.

even if he tries to close his legs, push your hands away or deliriously sobs ‘no!’s and ‘please!’s over and over, he never safeworded. because you know and deep down he knows as well. dragons are greedy creatures after all.

[machveil]

I’m kinda obsessed with your guard dog Simon x puppy reader😭how does Simon punish reader when he thinks she’s being naughty or not listening to his orders?? 😩

you know what, I’m also obsessed with GuardDog!Simon Riley x Puppy!Reader low-key high-key

CW: slight oral fixation, suggestive

GuardDog!Simon Riley doesn’t dish out punishments too often, he knows puppies get excited sometimes, wander off without batting an eye. when you leave his side he knows, cold gaze always following you, he waits for a moment before tailing after you. he likes to see if you’ll notice that you’ve walked away from him, and when you do he likes seeing you scramble back to his side. if you keep wandering away from him, on purpose or by accident, Simon will slip his arm around your neck. beefy bicep and strong forearm acting like a collar, making sure you stay with him

GuardDog!Simon Riley won’t do anything to embarrass you in public, but he isn’t afraid to lightly reprimand you. if you tease him for too long, a little too much, his chest will rumble - a deep, gravelly warning hum to knock it off. Simon doesn’t give you orders often, he’s more than pleased to follow your commands, but when you ignore his grumbled ‘quit it’? maybe, he thinks, it’s because his little puppy needs attention. he hasn’t been neglecting you, has he? surely not, he’s been by your side this entire trip, he’s kept you tucked against his side as you walked. but giving you a little attention wouldn’t hurt

GuardDog!Simon Riley who leads you to a quiet corner of the mall you’re in - a neglected hallway with benches and a humming vending machine. he’ll sit with his back to the hallway entrance, blocking the view of the outside world from you. just you and your mutt. it’s not a real punishment, he wouldn’t do that to you in the open, but this is good enough for now. “Open.”, voice low, he hums when you pout, seemingly trying to play indifferent. he likes the way your shoulders slope when he gently grabs your chin, thumb resting on your lip, “Open, pup?”. a gentler tone, one that has you breathing a little slower, opening your mouth for him slightly

a little attention, something to get your act together. GuardDog!Simon Riley who pushes his index and middle finger into your mouth, lets you dumbly suck on them while he pets your hair. easy to please, it always makes his heart squeeze when your eyelids droop, lashes fluttering as you melt. he doesn’t care if drool and spit run down his hand, Simon just watches over you - like a good dog should. his pretty little puppy, whining when Simon mumbles ‘release’. but you’re finally listening to him again, pulling off his fingers with spit slick lips. it always works in his favor, having you relaxed and little dumb. it makes it easier for him to keep you by his side, or walking in front of him to hide the tent in his pants

CW: Fem!Reader, Simon being a little condescending, ‘pup’ and ‘good girl’, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial

GuardDog!Simon Riley who gets you into bed when you get home. he doesn’t want to hurt his precious little pup, spanking you wouldn’t feel right to him. no, Simon bends you over his lap for a different reason. “Can’t protect you if ya keep runnin’ off.”, voice low and raspy, he smoothes his hand over your plush ass, tutting when you squirm. just a little training, something to get you to behave next time you go out with Simon. spitting on his fingers, he hums, “Good pups listen, yeah?”. his free hand is running through your hair, gently scratching your scalp as his middle finger dips into your cunt

he’s not being mean, he’s just trying to help you! good girls who listen get to come. he shushes you when you whine and moan a little too loud, presses your face against his sheets as he bullies his index finger into your heat, “I know, feels so good.”. it makes your brain melt, eyes screw shut - how softly he pets your hair and murmurs to you, how his fingers blur a bit from how fast he’s pumping into you. on the verge of sweet bliss when he pulls his hand away, sends you spiraling with a cry, “No.”. a low, rumbled command. he knows you’re smart, can do a trick for him, “Count.”

every time he denies you, you sob out another number - starting over when you lose track. thighs a slick mess as he abuses your poor cunt, stopping short of you orgasm for the umpteenth time, “Good, bein’ so pretty f’me. How many was tha’, pup?”. and when you finally blubber out ‘ten’ - even though that’s not a completely accurate count after hours of messing up - he feels pride warm his chest. “Good girl, can my dumb puppy beg?”, he can’t help the way his cock chubs up, achingly hard when you plead with him. a good guard dog makes sure you’re safe and sound, so Simon holds you close as he fucks his fingers into you, thumbing at your clit as you’re finally allowed release, “Don’t go runnin’ off again, got it?”

[princeguri66]

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Monster!John "Soap" Mactavish (with Poly Monster!141 at the end) x Male Reader

Cw: it starts off with Soap but the rest r mentioned and written but not as much as soap, marking with markers, nothing else I believe lmk

Silly thought but like imagine a monster reader who has crazy fast regeneration. Like deep cuts heal in seconds. Maybe you're a ghoul who just has crazy regen, or something like that.

Anyways,

Wouldn't a relationship between Soap, who loves leaving bites and see the aftermath due to his instincts as a werewolf and you who literally heals in seconds be interesting?

He loves getting fucked by you, but everytime he leaves a bit unsatisfied. It's not because you can't make him cum or anything, hell you can pull multiple orgasms from the guy and you have.

It's just that he can't leave satisfied knowing that he left a mark on you. He has bit you so much but the marks just won't stay. With the other members he can clearly see the marks he left on their neck and shoulders, even with Price who due to his dragon blood heals faster but the marks still stay for a day or two.

So everytime you two fuck, even if his ass if filled to the brim and his balls are empty he still whines because he can't leave his mark on you. You're a member of the 141, his pack, so it pains him that he can't put a claim on you like he has with the others.

So one day you get a bit creative.

One night in your room where he's riding on your cock, bouncing up and down while you lay your back on the bed, your hands gripping his hips and slamming him down on you as you cum. He leans down and bites as hard as he can on you as the feeling of you filling him up makes him cum. Pulling away and only being able to whine because he can't even admire his mark before it fades away.

"Aw, is puppy unsatisfied?" You tease and chuckle. And before he could insist that he was, you reached to the bedside table and picked up a red permanent marker, "why don't you mark me with this instead?" You say handing him the marker.

He huffs out a laugh at your little solution, but it's the best you got since you can't really make yourself regenerate slower. So he indulges, testing the marker on the back of your hand, the ink incredibly opaque so it stands out against your skin. Then he draws a bite mark at your neck then adds "Soap's Claim" in big letters, covering the whole left side of your neck.

He leans back, the bright red against your skin and the obvious letters, he finally sighs a sigh of relief.

It doesn't go unnoticed as well (just how he likes it)

The other members of the task force noticing Soap's eyes seem a bit brighter and his tail has been swaying peacefully the whole day. And that's where you enter, neck bare for everyone to see (it's the least you can do) Soap grins, happy to finally be able to show off his claim on you.

And now they want to have their names on your body too.

It's all color coordinated too now, Price who loves to write across your shoulder blades, with words like "Price's hoard" or just a simple "Price" with a heart next to it, it's simple but huge.

Gaz with a bright blue marker who likes to do it on your lower back (because he can also rest his head on your ass) writing something like "Gaz was here" and likes to draw wings on you. (Wing themed tramp stamp with 141 between the wings anyone?)

And Ghost with either white or black who loves to mark your chest, either a simple "ghost" or "Simon Riley" on each pec. Also likes to draw a ghost doodle on top of your heart.

And if you five fuck together, you aren't the only one who ends up having ink on you, but you'd have the most. And when you wake up to find a big arrow pointing to your dick and ass that says "Property of 141" written in multiple colors, you'd wish you could show it off.

[woso-story]

Always By Your Side

Alexia Putellas x Reader

You had always known that this day would come. Your dog Charlie was getting older—his fur a little whiter than before, his movements a little slower. But nothing could have prepared you for the moment when his body gave up before your heart was ready to let him go.

It started as just another night, curled up on the couch, watching Alexia play. The way she moved on the pitch always amazed you—graceful yet powerful, completely in control. Even through the screen, you could see the fire in her eyes, her determination as she fought for every ball. You cheered for her, smiling at how effortless she made everything look.

Charlie lay beside you, warm and comfortable, his tiny frame tucked under your arm as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his soft fur. He had always been there—through every stage of your life, through every heartbreak and triumph. Fifteen years of unconditional love, of being your shadow, your best friend.

But then, out of nowhere, something changed.

A strange noise, almost a whimper. You looked down, heart immediately pounding as you realized something was wrong. His breathing was uneven, his little body trembling slightly.

“Charlie?” Your voice shook as you sat up. His eyes met yours, but they were clouded with something you couldn’t quite place—pain, maybe, or fear.

Panic set in. The game on the TV no longer mattered. You scooped him up, careful but urgent, grabbing your keys and rushing out the door. The drive to the emergency vet felt endless, your hands shaking on the wheel as you whispered reassurances to him, even though you weren’t sure he could hear you.

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By the time you arrived, your stomach was twisted in knots. The waiting room was sterile, too bright, too cold. The vet took Charlie from your arms gently, but you already knew. The moment she looked at him, you saw it in her face.

“I’m so sorry,” she said softly. “His body is shutting down. There’s nothing we can do.”

The world seemed to tilt.

She explained it all—how his little heart was failing, how the best they could do was give him medicine to ease the pain for another week, maybe less. But prolonging it wouldn’t change the outcome.

Your voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t want him to suffer.”

Tears blurred your vision as you held Charlie one last time, whispering every single thing you needed him to know. How much you loved him, how much he had saved you in ways he would never understand. How grateful you were for every moment, every wag of his tail, every night he curled up beside you when you felt like the world was too much.

And then, he was gone.

A sob tore through your chest, and you didn’t try to hold it in. The vet placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering words of comfort that barely registered. Your body shook, your heart breaking into pieces as you clung to the empty space where Charlie had been.

Through the blur of pain, you managed to grab your phone and send a message to Alexia.

"I'm at the vet. Charlie is gone."

It was all you could get out before your hands failed you, before grief swallowed you whole.

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Miles away in Madrid, Alexia had just stepped off the pitch when her phone buzzed. She grabbed a water bottle from the bench, glancing down at the screen, expecting a text about the game.

The moment she read your message, her stomach dropped.

She tried calling immediately, but it went straight to voicemail. Her heartbeat was in her throat as she tried again. Nothing.

She didn’t hesitate.

Within minutes, she had booked the next flight back to Barcelona, ignoring the confused looks from her teammates. She barely registered the hurried drive to the airport, the late-night flight, the exhaustion pulling at her muscles after ninety minutes on the pitch. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting to you.

By the time she arrived at your apartment, it was past 3 AM. The city was quiet, the streets nearly empty. Using the spare key you had given her, she let herself in.

The apartment felt… hollow.

She walked through the darkened space, noticing Charlie’s empty bed by the couch, the leash still hanging by the door. It hit her all at once—what this must have done to you. She knew how much Charlie meant to you. She had seen the way your face lit up every time he trotted over to you, how he had been your constant through so many years.

The bedroom door was slightly open. She stepped inside quietly, her chest tightening at the sight of you curled up in bed, clutching one of Charlie’s toys to your chest. Your face was streaked with dried tears, your body curled in on itself like you were trying to hold yourself together.

Alexia swallowed against the lump in her throat.

She placed a glass of water on your nightstand before slipping into bed behind you. She didn’t say anything—just wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. The warmth of her body startled you awake, and for a moment, you were disoriented. Then you saw her.

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes as you turned and buried your face in her chest. Your body trembled with silent sobs, and she held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“I’m here,” she whispered. “I’m right here. Let it out, mi amor.”

And you did.

You cried until your body gave out, until the weight of grief became too much and sleep pulled you under once more.

---

The next morning, you woke up still wrapped in Alexia’s arms. The first thing you noticed was how sore your body felt—like you had been carrying something far too heavy for far too long.

She stirred beside you, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. “Drink some water,” she murmured, handing you the glass.

You took a few sips before setting it down, resting your head against her chest again. Neither of you spoke for a while, the silence filled only by the soft rise and fall of her breathing.

Finally, you whispered, “I don’t know how to do this without him.”

Alexia tightened her hold on you. “You don’t have to do it alone.”

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks again. “How did you get here so fast?”

She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I took the next flight after your text. Nothing was more important than being here with you.”

Your heart ached, but this time, it wasn’t just from grief. It was from love.

You looked up at her, voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

She cupped your cheek gently, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Always.”

You knew the pain wouldn’t disappear overnight. Losing Charlie left a hole in your heart that nothing could truly fill. But as Alexia held you, grounding you, reminding you that you weren’t alone, you realized something.

You would get through this.

Because with Alexia by your side, you could get through anything.

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for bunny

Request: Naga hypno-dom bf x chubby fem reader who has a high stress job

Stress-relief system

Naga x chubby fem!reader || mind control (implied), oral sex, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics (light), double penetration

“Honey, I’m homeeee!” You hear him calling from the door, but you are still a few hours away from finishing your current task even though your head hurts like a bitch. You curse internally, already predicting what is going to happen once he sees you. You promised you wouldn’t overdo it, but your brain is hurting and you have so much to do still...

“In here,” you call out as you hear him washing his long tail in the special naga fountain at the entrance. You lowkey hate that he has to do that everyday, but you also know is better to keep the house clean that way.

He enters the room and stares at you sitting miserably, looking at your screen. “Why are you still working? Weren’t you supposed to finish like an hour ago?” You know that tone, that tone is the worried husband’s tone, the one that says you are about to get punished for working too much.

“Yes, but then something else came up and I…” You try to explain, every word sounds like a poor excuse.

He cuts you: “You need to relax.” His authoritative tone makes your insides twitch, you want to hear more of that tone, but the list of tasks on your screen is screaming at you to keep working until you finish them.

“I need to finish this project before the deadline,” you retort, a bit annoyed by the whole situation.

You want more than anything to join him in a cuddle session and maybe prepare dinner together, but you need to work. It’s a discussion you have over and over, how you work too much and he doesn’t want you to overdo it. He’s seen the worst part of your stressed self, the one that cries before bed and wakes up in the middle of the night with anxiety so bad you can barely breathe.

“You need to relax,” he repeats, lower and slower this time.

You know what he’s doing, you can feel the tickles in the back of your head and the way your body let’s go of the tension. Your shoulders don’t feel rigid anymore, and your whole head stops hurting, a warm caress from the inside out making you a bit dizzy. It feels like a warm bath on a cold day and you feel every cell in your body reacting to his presence.

“But I…” You try to argue without much intent behind your words, but his hand covers your head and you feel the rest of your stress diluting. He chuckles, caressing the side of your face and lowering his towering body to kiss your forehead.

“Relax,” his voice carries a hint of something you can’t pinpoint, but your body obeys. “Now you are going to push your chair back, and you are going to walk to the sofa in the living room. You are going to take your clothes off and you are going to spread those cute human legs completely, holding your legs back so I can have full access to your pretty pussy. Understood?” You nod, your body languid as you do as told, walking into the living room as you leave your clothes behind.

You can hear him picking everything up with a chuckle, mumbling: “Such a good girl when she’s on it…” You can feel the blush covering your cheeks as you position yourself like an offering.

He appears in your field of vision with his hands full of your clothes and his dicks already leaking in front of him. You fucking love that nagas don’t wear clothes most of the time. It’s fucking fantastic that his dicks are inside his body and you can see exactly how excited it makes him to see you all spread and submissive thanks to his touch.

“Look at that, you know how to obey when you want to, don’t you, honey?” You nod, your face burning like hot lava. “Are you comfortable in that position?” You nod again, your body completely relaxed as you hold your legs back. You know in other circumstances you wouldn’t like to be so exposed, but the tickle in your brain is still there, making you feel cozy and warm.

He doesn’t want for an answer, you aren’t sure you can even speak, he lowers his torso and curls his tail under him, the perfect position to…

“Oh fuck!” You can definitely talk, and you can most than definitely curse when his forked tongue finds your clit and both sides of the double tip play with your pear like his life depends on it.

You can feel his smirk against your labia, and it only makes your blood boil faster. You can feel your juices gushing as he licks up and down your clit. Your head is thrown back as he takes his time worshiping your cunt, his clever tongue driving you into the next dimension. And just when you feel like you are about to come… he stops.

“No! No! Continue, please. Please don’t stop!” Your pleas are met with a soft laugh, his body disappearing from between your legs as he slithers to the cupboard next to the table, a bottle of lube appearing in his hand.

“I need to prep your sweet holes, honey, I can’t have you all empty, can I?” You shake your head, desperate for his touch again.

He approaches you slowly, his big body making you feel like a prey as your body relaxes once again. He lowers his head again, the tip of his fangs gracing your clit and making you scream in ecstasy for a second. Is not enough to drive you over the edge, but is more than enough to bring you very close to it. He chuckles again, the cap of the lube very loud as he opens it, squirting some over your asshole.

You let out a yelp, as he pushes two fingers right in. You are used to his rough treatment, and only makes you want to relax more. You know the tingle in your brain has something to do with it, but you don’t care. You can only care about the way his fingers feel inside of you, how good he’s stretching you and how soon he’ll be fully inside.

“What do you want, honey? Tell me what you need.” You beg a little, only pleas leaving your mouth as your legs tremble around his big shoulders. “Words, honey. I need you to say it.”

“I need… I need your cocks. Please. Please. Your cocks!” You know your tone is more than high, you are pretty sure your neighbors across the street can hear you with their monster hearing, but you don’t fucking care.

You feel so empty and so ready to be fucked you can’t care about a thing that is not him. You let out another plea, and he swoons at you, sounding very condescending but only making your pussy wetter. He pushes his torso up, his free hand finding your pussy and pushing three fingers inside.

The combination of fingers in your holes is what does it, sending your body into a fast and rough orgasm that leaves you breathless. You scream his name as he squirts some lube on his cocks, positioning them over your holes and slowly pushing inside.

You tighten around his lengths when he’s halfway in, making him curse over you, a frown appearing on his face. “What a naughty, naughty human…” He reaches down and slaps your clit softly, but with enough force to make you cry out as your pussy gushes around him, adding to the lubrication. He huffs at your reaction, amused. “What a dirty pussy you have, honey… Always so eager to swallow me in…”

His words make your eyes cross, your toes curling next to his shoulders as he pushes the last centimeters inside your welcoming heat. And then your body collapses, another orgasm rushing over you and sending you into a spiral of pleasure. You feel so full, so very full… It’s the best sensation of the world. It doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you, every time feels as good (or better) than the last.

He grunts over your body, and next thing you know he’s fucking you like a madman, releasing all his frustrations on your poor holes as he drills in and out of you. And it feels fucking phenomenal. He starts chatting then, telling you about how you promised not to overwork, how you promised him that you’d take better care of yourself and you lied… With each statement he pushes further into you, your body folds like a pretzel as he fucks you like a monster, your mouth open in a silent scream as you see white because of the pleasure.

“Are you going to be good now? Are you going to be a good little human and obey when I say so?” You nod eagerly. You’d agree to anything if he keeps fucking you like that.

And then he pinches your clit and you let out a shout so loud you are sure all the birds from the neighborhood just flew away, your whole body seizing under him as he pushes erratically inside of you and fills your holes with enough come to make you feel stuffed like a turkey. You can feel your juices and his come mixing and gushing around his length, the utter mess making it all hotter.

You let out a final sigh as your body shakes one last time, and you melt against the sofa, his big body covering you completely. “Are you relaxed now?” He asks with a little huff against your neck, his tongue caressing your jugular.

“Very…” You respond with a dreamy sigh, your whole body feels languid and spent, and your brain definitely doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s just quiet and tranquil, no stress remaining.

Having a naga husband is the perfect way to let your brain shut off… with a little bit of help.

[sea-lanterns]

Hear me out..... Werewolf Beidou👀

CW: Werewolf! Character, furry(?), knotting, size difference

Ouuuuhh Beidou would be such a fluffy beast! She’d be so big too, kind of intimidating but in reality she’s just an overgrown puppydog with her mate. She wouldn’t understand how big she is at times, especially in the bedroom when she gets confused as to why her cock was too big for you. Maybe you were just too small? The way you whimper in pain however when she pushes in, makes Beidou stop her eager thrusts and slowly slide out.

Perhaps…she needs to be gentle on a human woman? That’d be kinda difficult for a ravenous werewolf like Beidou, but she whines and licks your tears away, this time going in slower and trying a more shallow pace. She is still way, way too big for you to take as werewolf dicks are bigger than the average human’s, but Beidou restrains herself for you, especially with her knot. She doesn’t even think she wants to use her knot with how small and delicate you seemed to be, but since you seemed so insistent on her knotting you, she takes her sweet, sweet time.

Her knot inflates at a much slower pace as she is careful not to plug you all in at once. You’re already stuffed to the brim with her monster of a cock, so to take even more of her has Beidou’s tail thumping wildly against the nest. She is so intrigued by how well you were taking her, and pretty soon your tight pussy envelops her entire knot with a pop!

Because of the overall size difference, it will take a lot longer for the knot to go down. In the meantime, Beidou carefully repositions herself so that you can lay on her while you wait for the knot to go down. Your womb full of Beidou’s cum as not a single drop slips through your legs <3

[fieldofdaisiies]

A Bargain

paring: Azriel x Reader | type: angst | words: 2,2k | warnings: this story explores a little darker themes like the loss of eyesight due to fire. thank you so much for beta reading @moonlightazriel me helping me get back into x reader writing💛

Fire. Nothing but unbearable heat and blinding light, like icy spikes piercing your skin. The brightness was overwhelming until everything went dark. Blank. Plain. No colour. No shape. No figure. Only darkness. And deafening silence.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

Your fingers start to tremble around the book the moment a soft breeze brushes your legs and tells you that somewhere in the Library a door was opened. Your senses, touch, hearing and scent, have sharpened once you‘ve lost your eyesight and you are immediately alerted that someone is here. In your personal space, in your sanctuary, at this time. During the night!

You draw in a deep inhale, move your feet apart so you stand in stance. Your fingers curl into a fist  and then–

“Who is there?” you find yourself asking despite the unease brewing inside of you. You know that no one who could cause harm could technically enter this place, but still you always want to know who is close. Who is coming, so you can prepare yourself. Brace yourself.

Fear is rising within you because whoever is nearing you has loud footsteps — it is a male most definitely and if there is one thing in this world you almost fear as much as fire it is men. You try to steady yourself, listening closer, trying to make out if the steps sound familiar (if they belong to the general of the Illyrian armies) but they don’t. He walks slower, and his boots have a different sound when they pad over the library floor. It must be someone else and you—

Someone nears you and the words to ask again who it is die in your throat that suddenly seems so dry. You turn your front to the shelf, hoping to maybe go unnoticed, but the Mother doesn’t hear your prayers. A person halts next to you and you flinch, sucking in a sharp breath of air. Your body is trembling as you press against the shelf, grinding your teeth so hard your jaw starts to ache.

Your throat works on a swallow and some more silent prayers leave you that whoever is close just walks by and—

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” a gentle male voice says, interrupting the tense silence. The air whooshes out of your lungs, your blood chilling because you know there is no escaping now that he has seen you. But somehow, all worry and fear seems to dissipate when he speaks up again. He has no brutal voice, there is nothing harsh or hard in it – it sounds melodic. Almost like the voice of a singer. “I apologise, I really didn’t mean to scare you. I had no idea someone was still around at this time.”

You hesitate before you turn around or give the stranger an answer, but something soft, almost like a feather, brushes your lower arm. It is nothing more than a breath, like a cloud, it may be—

A shadow. And it is soothing and gives you a feeling of comfort. You have felt it before, shadows, like a cat's tail brushing your legs.

“You are the Shadowsinger, right?” Slowly, you turn to him, remembering Gwyn’s stories about the male with the dancing shadows around him who is training her now and who has sometimes come down here to collect books. You should have remembered his footsteps!

“I am a shadowsinger, yes,” the male says, “but you can call me—” His voice cuts off momentarily. And you know what he has realised. His eyes have probably landed on yours and he realised that you can‘t see. That you are blind. And that since the fateful day almost a decade ago.

“Azriel,” he eventually finishes, finally having found his words to continue.

You inhale a deep breath, and say, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Azriel. I am Y/N.” A smile appears on your lips. “How can I help you?”

"I am here to pick up some books Gwyn suggested to me." The shadowsinger keeps his polite distance, you can feel that, his stance broad but not intimidating and you are thankful for that. Despite his kind aura, he is still a male, a stranger, and you always have to be careful. You can’t ever risk anything again. Never again.

“Gwyn said I would find them somewhere around here, but I truly have no idea where I should start to look.”

A grin tugs at the corners of your lips at the mention of her name. Gwyn is your closest friend down here and you love her like a little sister. "She is very fond of you, Shadowsinger,” you say, voice tinged with admiration.

You can’t see the smile appearing on Azriel’s face but you can feel it, how his heart is filled with relief and joy at your revelation.

"She is quite talented," Azriel comments.

"And beautiful…" Your voice almost gains a dreamy touch, and you place the book you have been holding the entire time back on the shelf. Azriel doesn’t say anything, and you know where his thoughts have gone to.

"My eyes may no longer be able to see, Shadowsinger, but my heart can. And that’s how I know that the priestess is beautiful - she has a soul of pure gold."

"I think she isn’t the only one down here who this applies to." This time he takes a small step forward, only a little, while trying to calm his vividly swirling shadows. You can feel them brush against you and his scent fills your nostrils - cedar and night-chilled mist.

They try to stretch out while he tries as hard as he can to hold them close.

"Are you talking about Merrill?" A little mischievous giggle leaves you right after you say her name and it even draws a chuckle from Azriel. The sound is wonderful, rich and deep, beautiful.

"I think you know exactly who I am talking about." 

You feel how a blush warms your cheeks and quickly avert your gaze. "Which books do you need?"

He tells you which ones he is looking for, speaking slowly, and in his wonderful, deep voice. You know immediately where to find them all, having memorised every small detail of the Library,

“Follow me.” You set out with a smile, waving at him to come and follow you. You have ventured through the corridors filled with hundreds of bookshelves and thousands of books many times and know exactly where and when you have to turn.

You can’t see it but you feel his curiosity, his slight astonishment about you and it makes you giggle. You walk swiftly, your robes swishing over the floor when you turn one corner after the other and finally arrive at your first destination. Your fingers trail over the backs of the books, touching and feeling the binding until you grab two books and hand them to him.

The next ones are on a lower floor and the last one even lower. 

“Why are you here at this time of the day?” you find yourself asking him, walking down a narrow corridor. You have come to like narrower space because they make you feel more secure than wide, open spaces. “Or rather night, Shadowsinger.” 

“I could ask you the same - why are you awake at this time?” You can hear the amusement in his voice about your little bantering, and a smile appears on your face, but fades when you start to answer. “It is calmer at night - no rustling pages, no shuffling feet, no hushed conversation. I can focus easier during this time of the day.”

“That’s understandable,” Azriel hums, “that’s partly why I prefer night over day. No rushing, loud people, no bright lights, no— I am so sorry. I didn‘t mean to—”

“Don’t apologise. You can see and you are allowed to be affected by light. It can be too much, I know this, I used to be able to see it once too.”

“I still should be more careful with my words.”

“I don’t want you to be. I want you to be yourself. You are a polite male and I am not made of glass. I don’t break so easily, so please, speak your mind.” You hand him a book from a shelf, after letting your fingers trail over the spine to make sure it is the right one. “I have always preferred night over day. The people are more relaxed, nothing is rushing them and they are not so loud.”

“I understand. I prefer it when it is calm too.”

“Unless there is music. Have you heard Gwyn sing?”

“I have,” he says with fondness.

“And do you sing too? You are a shadowsinger.”

There is a pause and you worry he won’t answer at all, but—

“I do. Sometimes. Only when I am alone.”

You hum in answer, not wanting to push him to sing for you although you are dying to hear it. It must be wonderful with his deep tenor and his velvety voice.

“Is there a chance one can hear one day?” Your lips quirk into a bright grin.

“No, but maybe one day in the far far future.” He blows out a long breath. “Now I have a question for you.” 

You brace yourself, lifting your chin to face his face, making out nothing but blurry surroundings. You would love to reach out to trace his face, his shoulders, to feel what he looks like and try to picture him in your mind.

“Would you like to join the other priestesses, Cassian and me for training one day?”

Your heart slams to a halt, pondering. Somehow you would love it — leave this pöace for once, but training? You hesitate, the word yes burning on your tongue, but you swallow it down. It would be useless. There would be nothing you could do and you would only make a fool out of you. So instead of agreeing, you curtly shake your head and take a step back. “A kind offer, but I must decline.”

“Because of—”

“Yes, Azriel. Because of my eyes. I can’t see, which means I can’t train.”

“That’s not true. Yes, you can’t see, but for training you don’t only need your eyes. Let me put together some exercises and in return you join us for the next training. I can prove to you that you are just as capable at training and fighting as the others are.”

“Is this a promise?”

“We can make a bargain if you like.” There is a hint of amusement in his voice that makes a silly, little grin appear on your lips and erase the former worry etched upon your features. You reach out your hand. 

“A bargain it is - I‘ll join you for training, and in return you will sing for me.”

There is a pause and for a moment you worry that he won’t agree. That it was a silly idea and he will be offended and just leave it. You don’t want whatever has started between you here not to end already. You want to—

“I accept.” Azriel also extends his hand and the moment your palms touch, lightning zips between your hands. It runs throughout your entire body, but it is not the only thing you can feel. There are scars. Scars that adorn his palms, most definitely his whole hands and your heart cracks. What has been down to him? How did he get them?

Your thoughts are swiftly cut off when lightning zips between your palms and then you feel it, like a warm and thin strap something curls around your upper arm and you know it, the legends are true — when you make a bargain you‘ll receive a tattoo as a testament of it.

Azriel has fallen silent the moment your hands part and you wonder if he is examining the tattoo. You wish you could see it, know what it looks like, and admire it.

“Let me describe it to you,” Azriel starts, and then you feel how he gently takes your arm, lifting it slightly. “It‘s a thin silver band around your upper arm, almost invisible, and where the two ends meet there are three small stars. The first is slightly larger than the second and the third one is the biggest.” He strokes his thumb over your arm, a natural action he probably doesn’t even notice but your hair starts to stand on end.

“Mine is almost identical to yours. It is in the same place. Only that the band looks slightly broader.”

“I think I would love it if I could see it.”

“I am sure you would.” You can hear the smile in his voice and return the gesture. “I love it.”

So can hear him shift, moving a step away from you. “I think we should both sleep now, Y/N, but I‘ll see you tomorrow for training. I‘m sure Gwyn can lend you something to wear if you only have your robes.”

“I will ask her.” You pull your lower lip between your teeth when nervousness about the following day starts to trickle in.

“Perfect, until tomorrow then.” He hums. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Shadowsinger.”

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[vulcan-moon]

Bro...inhibitor ring Amy...ur mind bro....

Seriously though, while I'm of the personal opinion that her bracelets are weights like they are in the GBA games, I ALSO am a diehard fan of chaos-user!Amy.  In fact, ice been saying for years now that she IS a chaos user—she just gives her more supernatural combative abilities cutesy or simplified names as opposed to Shadow's more technical naming conventions. 

Storming Heart is a derivative form of Chaos Spear, which in the games looks slower and more concussive like a bomb might be.  Rose Typhoon is just a Chaos Blast supplemented by the shockwaves she generates using her hammer. 

I wouldn't be surprised if the more technical terms for her Invisibility and Precognitive abilities—referring to her tarot readings, accurate intuition, etc.—were something along the lines of "Chaos Shroud" and "Chaos Divination" respectively.  Then there's her pocket dimension where she keeps things like her hammer and cards, so that could just be accessing her own personal "Chaos Space".  Hells, she even has a uniquely strong capacity to sense the energy of other people and things, which is what makes her such a great tracker in canon, and if the energy she's sensing is actually just the chaos energy all living things naturally possess in varying strengths and signatures, then maybe she also employs a sort of "Chaos Dowsing" technique. 

Idk if you can tell, but I'm a big Amy fan lol.  I usually just love all-arounder characters like her—seeing how she's faster than Tails and Knuckles but not Sonic, stronger than Sonic and Tails but not Knuckles, and smarter than Sonic and Knuckles but not Tails.  Also, a sweet, peppy magical girl who's greatest traits are her passion and kindness?  Sign me tf up. 

Would be funny for her to ask Shadow to teach her Chaos abilities now that she knows to take off the inhibitors and for him to be all ???? "What are you talking about? You use them all the time??" lol. My shadamy shipper heart would also just love to see them grow closer over this, but that's neither here nor there

i love amyyyy i love her so much. her abilities are so wild and all over the place and the moment you think deeper abt them youre like,,,, how tf does she do what she does actually why tf does she have a pocket dimension. and you're so right abt the naming thing!!

to me it just makes sense her being a chaos energy user. all the other hedgehogs can do it, she's got abilities that are very similar to theirs, it makes sense that she channels chaos energy too. if sega weren't cowards, she'd have a super form by now 😔

also hilariously enough im in the middle of drawing a short lil follow up comic to my last one w that premise :3c sneak peek

[slavicdolls4mangione]

sunday morning 💌 - luigi mangione x reader

based on an ask i got, anon i hope you enjoy this <3

a/n: oh to be able to have this with lu :,) also added the cat because of @littlestl4mb changing the trajectory of my life by introducing me to the idea of cat dad lu <3

playing: sunday morning by maroon 5

the soft glow of sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in warm, golden hues. the faint hum of the city outside was muffled, as if the world itself was respecting the sanctity of this lazy sunday morning. you stirred awake, feeling the weight of luigi’s arm draped gently over your waist, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm against your back.

the bed was a haven of warmth, shared not just by the two of you but also by your furry companions. your cat, a sleek tabby named poppy, was curled up at the foot of the bed, her tail twitching lazily in her sleep. meanwhile, your golden retriever archie, had somehow managed to sprawl across the floor beside the bed, his fluffy tail thumping softly against the carpet as he dreamed.

you shifted slightly, turning to face luigi. his eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he met your gaze. “good morning bellissima,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. his hand brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender and lingering.

“morning, sleepyhead,” you replied, your voice soft and teasing. “you know, for someone who’s always so energetic, you’re awfully cozy in the mornings.”

luigi chuckled, the sound low and warm. “maybe i just like having an excuse to stay in bed with you,” he said, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm. “besides, sundays are for taking it slow, no?”

you hummed in agreement, snuggling closer to him. “true. but i think someone else might have other plans.” you nodded toward archie, who had now woken up and was sitting by the bed, his tail wagging furiously as he stared at the two of you with hopeful eyes.

luigi groaned playfully, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “five more minutes,” he mumbled, his breath tickling your skin. “archie can wait.”

you laughed, running your fingers through luigi’s messy curls. “you’re such a softie in the mornings. it’s adorable.”

he lifted his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “oh, i’m adorable all the time,” he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “but you’re especially adorable right now, all sleepy and rumpled.”

you rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “flatterer.”

“only for you,” he replied, his voice dropping to a murmur as he kissed you again, slower this time. the world outside could wait. for now, it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other and the quiet joy of a sunday morning.

poppy, apparently unimpressed by the display of affection, stretched and hopped off the bed, padding over to archie, who was still patiently waiting for his humans to get up. the dog let out a soft whine, as if to remind you both that breakfast was long overdue.

luigi sighed, pulling away reluctantly. “alright, alright,” he said, sitting up and ruffling archie’s ears. “let’s get you fed, big guy.” he glanced back at you, a playful smirk on his face. “but don’t think you’re off the hook. i’m stealing you for cuddles later.”

you grinned, sitting up and wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. “i’ll hold you to that.”

the two of you moved to the kitchen, where luigi insisted on making breakfast while you brewed coffee for yourself and some tea for lu. the smell of sizzling (vegan) bacon and freshly toasted bread filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of coffee. archie sat obediently by the counter, his tail wagging as he watched every move luigi made, while poppy sat perched on the windowsill, basking in the sunlight.

once the food was ready, you carried the plates out to the small balcony, where a little bistro table was set up. the morning air was crisp and refreshing, the city still quiet enough to feel peaceful. luigi joined you, balancing two mugs in his hands. he set them down and slid into the chair across from you, his smile soft as he watched you take the first bite of your toast.

“good?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“perfect,” you replied, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “you’re spoiling me.”

“that’s the plan,” he said with a wink, taking a sip of his tea. “gotta keep you happy so you stick around.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “as if i’d ever leave.”

the two of you ate in comfortable silence, the sounds of birds chirping and the occasional distant car horn filling the air. archie lay at your feet, content with the scraps luigi had slipped him, while poppy lounged on the railing, her tail flicking lazily.

after breakfast, the two of you decided to take archie for a walk. the streets were quiet, the neighborhood still waking up. your fur baby trotted happily ahead, his leash slack as he sniffed at every tree and lamppost. luigi walked beside you, his hand occasionally brushing against yours until you finally laced your fingers together.

“you know,” luigi said, his tone light and teasing, “i think archie might love you more than me. look at him, showing off for you.”

you glanced down at archie, who was wagging his tail furiously as he looked back at you. “can you blame him?” you said with a grin. “i’m pretty lovable.”

luigi laughed, pulling you closer to his side. “yeah, you are. but don’t let it go to your head.”

the walk was slow and unhurried, the kind of pace that made you appreciate the little things—the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, the sound of archie’s paws on the pavement, the warmth of luigi’s hand in yours.

back at home, the two of you tackled the laundry together. luigi insisted on carrying the basket, even though you protested that it wasn’t heavy. “let me be chivalrous,” he said, pretending to be offended. “it’s part of my charm.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. as you folded clothes together, the spotify playlist you curated together played softly in the background, and luigi occasionally broke into a silly dance, making you laugh so hard your sides hurt.

lunch was a simple affair—leftovers from the night before, eaten on the couch with archie sprawled at your feet and poppy curled up on the armrest. luigi rested his head on your shoulder, his arm slung casually around your waist. “this is nice,” he murmured, his voice content. “just us, no rush, no stress.”

“yeah,” you agreed, leaning into him. “it’s perfect.”

as the day turned to evening, the two of you cooked dinner together, moving around the kitchen in a comfortable rhythm. luigi handled the pasta while you made the sauce, the two of you stealing kisses and playful nudges as you worked. the meal was delicious, though you both agreed it tasted better because you’d made it together.

by the time the dishes were done and the house was quiet again, the exhaustion of the day had settled in. you changed into pajamas after brushing your teeth and doing your skincare and climbed into bed, luigi following close behind. archie settled on his dog bed in the corner, while poppy claimed her usual spot at the foot of the bed.

luigi wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “today was perfect,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “thanks for spending it with me.”

you turned to face him, your nose brushing against his. “thanks for making it perfect,” you replied, kissing him softly. “i love you.”

“i love you more,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible as sleep began to claim you both. and as you drifted off, the warmth of his arms around you and the soft sounds of your pets settling in for the night, you couldn’t imagine a better way to end a sunday.

[wendichester]

hello!! i hope you're good and having a great day 🤍 i was wondering if you could write about how might possibly would dean and sam would react coming back to the bunker and being greeted by their senior dog (because senior dogs are awesome and i think they deserve more acknowledgement)? and the dog being the king/queen of the house or bunker in this case 👑 (maybe this dog was the only thing they could physically keep from their dad, idk just an idea) if it is okay for you and if you like the idea ofc 🫶🏻

also is it too obvious i am a dog person? hehe

་༘࿐ bunker's guardian,

summary. sam and dean come home to their trusty four legged bestie

pairing. sam winchester + dean winchester + senior doggo

wordcount. 445

notes. ma'am i love dogs and this was a pleasure to write 🐾

The bunker door creaks open, and Dean steps inside first, his boots heavy on the concrete floor. Sam follows, his arms full of grocery bags, and they’re both exhausted—another long hunt, another close call. But the moment they cross the threshold, the air shifts.

A soft thud echoes down the hallway, followed by the slow, deliberate click of nails on the floor. Dean freezes, his hand instinctively reaching for the knife at his side, but Sam just smiles.

“Relax,” Sam says, setting the bags down. “It’s just the queen of the castle.”

And then she appears—Roxy, their senior German Shepherd, her muzzle gray and her steps a little slower than they used to be. But her tail wags with the same enthusiasm as the day they found her, all those years ago, a scrappy little pup John Winchester had brought home after a hunt. She was supposed to be a guard dog, but she’d quickly become so much more.

“Hey, old girl,” Dean says, his voice softening as he crouches down. Roxy hobbles over to him, her tail wagging so hard her whole body sways, and Dean scratches behind her ears like he’s done a thousand times before.

“Missed us, huh?” Dean murmurs, and Roxy responds by licking his face, her breath warm and a little stinky, but Dean doesn’t care. He laughs, a real, genuine laugh, and it’s a sound Sam hasn’t heard in weeks.

Sam kneels beside them, running a hand over Roxy’s back. Her fur is thinner now, her frame a little bonier, but she’s still the same dog who used to sleep at the foot of his bed, who’d bark at nothing in the middle of the night. She’s the last living piece of their dad they have left, and she’s more than just a dog. She’s family.

“You been holding down the fort, Roxy?” Sam asks, and she turns to him, her brown eyes bright and full of love. She nudges his hand with her nose, demanding more pets, and Sam obliges, his smile widening.

Dean stands, brushing off his jeans, and Roxy follows him, her tail still wagging. She’s slower now, but she keeps up, her eyes never leaving him as he walks to the kitchen.

“You spoil her,” Sam says, watching as Dean pulls a treat from the cabinet and tosses it to her. Roxy catches it mid-air, and Dean grins.

“Damn right I do,” Dean says. “She’s earned it.”

And she has. Roxy’s been through it all with them—the hunts, the losses, the late nights and early mornings. She’s been their constant, their comfort, their reminder that some things, no matter how broken, can still be good.

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YOURS TRULY

pairings: dark!luke castellan x fem!reader, dark!percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: with one demi-god on your tail, you try your hardest to make your escape. but with two? they’re both no where near willing to let you go.

warnings: obsession, possession, stalking, implied kidnapping, sexual implications

a/n: look who decided to write again!

Icons not mine, credits to the owner!

it wasn’t hard for him to find you again. a given, he would track you down to the ends of tartarus as long as you wound up where you were meant to be.

by his side.

at first he’d been disappointed in himself when he fell for you. luke thought himself above that, thinking that he’d devoted himself entirely to his cause. but maybe being around so many kids for so many years caused him to soften in places unknown.

because when you’d limped into camp, collapsing in the strawberry fields and sending the the place into a tailspin, he found an eerie sense of peace with you. the words and thoughts in his heads were drowned out the second you looked up at him.

“it’s- it keeps- it’s chasing me.” his hand came down to your stomach, a lash ran across. not too deep, barely half a centimetre perhaps less. luke immediately picked up his sword in defence of you, waiting for the monster to show. meanwhile the other kids were either running for chiron and mr d or gearing up themselves.

there was no way they were missing the chance for kleos.

but the monster was already subdued, as percy walked out dragging a head along with him. “order to go?” you couldn’t help the smile that came across your face at his words. but luke didn’t like it, how the hell had percy beaten him to it?

over the next few months you found yourself in between the two of them, fighting for your attention. even if it was just for a minute. during the capture the flag you found yourself rotating teams every time since apparently the other promised victory every time. but you knew if you only focused on one of them the other would be angry.

everyone else at camp found it hilarious. two of the most well known campers competing for someone who apparently couldn’t care less. you just wanted to be at camp with your friends.

but what you didn’t know was that they were actively working against each other.

“nice sword skills jackson, a scarecrow teach you?” luke laughed as percy sighed, “your insults are weak castellan, so are your own skills.” luke raised his eyebrows, he was one of the best swordsman around in a long time. they both were one of few who saw the real sides to them, the jealousy and the arrogance. all because of you.

it got so intense to the point that you knew you needed to run. they were hurting eachother constantly, all for your approval, and even threatening your own siblings at times. to the point where they slowly began to distance themselves when the two were around. whether they’re excusing themselves for the bathrooms or just blatantly upping and leaving.

“hey y/n, how are you?” your spoon froze mid air as you heard percy’s voice, a quick glance at your siblings and you could see the fear. “guys, you mind giving us a second?” all your sibling at the table were younger than you and more than happy to leave, “i’m doing fine jackson. you?” you couldn’t be any shorter with him yet he always engaged himself in conversations with you. even when you were clearly uninterested.

“i’m doing amazing, now that i’m talking to you.” you flashed him a smile before getting up with your tray, “that’s nice, i’ll see you around.”

percy watched as you walked away, until he heard the voice he dreaded. “left alone are we?” luke joked whilst sitting down in the spot you’d occupied not too long ago. “shut up. she barely talks to you.” luke smiled, “well, when she’s with me we don’t do a lot of talking.” if looks could kill, luke would be a goner. “stop it.”

“bet i could catch her before you.”

“you’re slower than me let’s be realistic jackson.”’

“you wanna bet?”

and that’s exactly how you ended up here, knee-deep in the creek with either boy on each side of you. “will you just leave me alone? what is wrong with you!” luke’s face was cold, his grip on his sword was more than enough to make your heart race. “just come out and let me talk to you.” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at percy’s words, “why would i? it looks like you wanna kill me!”

“no!” luke’s shouting caused you to stumble back, “i mean— i would never hurt you.” he took a step forwards as you pointed your spear, “stay back!” unfortunately, you’d been so busy fending off luke you’d forgotten about percy to your left. you screamed at the top of your lungs when his arms came around you.

“hey, quit it.” luke whispered as his hand came over your mouth. “i don’t want to hurt you.” you’d be damned if you went quietly, so you shook and writhed. trying your hardest to get away, and luke had a short temper when it came to you. his sword came across your head, knocking you out cold. “what the hell!” percy yelled as you went limp in his arms. “she’ll be fine, now let’s get going.”

as they walked with you, either one couldn’t help but think, when they’d get rid of the other.