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yellow buzzcuts, pulling out stingers by seventowers
Fandoms: Pocket Monsters: Sun & Moon | Pokemon Sun & Moon Versions
27 Mar 2026
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They’ve only done this a handful of times, but the sheer unfamiliarity of Gladion’s voice when Hau strikes him turns each of his warm, quivering organs ice-cold. Gladion sounds like a creature dying, some kind of breaking thing, and Hau never wants to hear him sound like something dying, Hau never wants to hear him sound like something breaking.
Gladion clings to him, he buries his face in Hau’s chest and makes another long, wet, ugly sound. He goes tight around Hau and then loose and then tight and then loose and then tight and Hau swallows against the rocking clench of nausea, he grabs Gladion by the head and holds him close with his fingers splayed against raised white scars, and oh, he feels sick, he feels wrong, he feels bad.
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“I’m not ever going to fuck you,” Alastor says, and Vincent almost cums in his pants.
And then there’s an eruption of pain and the impact is everything, everywhere, stars dancing, and one second he’s nowhere and the next he’s back in the kitchen, the tile cold and hard and hurting against his elbows. Oh, fuck, what the fuck, the pleasure courses through him in belated spikes that punch his breath out, fingertips gingerly touching his cheek where the pain sings.
Above him, Alastor sways in and out of focus, uncurling his fist and examining his hand, the back of it, the palm, fingers splayed, and then forming a fist again. “I can say I quite like the idea of hitting you, though.”
“Fuuuck yes.”
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A rush of liquid, possessive heat down through his guts and for a second he’s inside of Whitaker again, memories and sensations shuffling around a restructuring of his understanding of this, of them, of their time together — of Whitaker’s wild, overwhelmed animal sounds while Robby opened him slow and then fucked him fast, of the way he was cumming helplessly between them almost immediately, of the breathless, pained way he’d asked Robby to keep going, keep going, keep going. And Robby had pulled his hair, Robby had bit him, Robby had hurt him.
And that heat takes on a sickening clamp of cold guilt, because he should’ve known, he should’ve asked, he should’ve stopped to think, he should’ve been able to tell, he should’ve read into the tears and the shaking and the breathing, he should’ve been gentle.
He would’ve been gentle.
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twelvefractures by seventowers
Fandoms: Sonic the Hedgehog (IDW Comics), Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types
12 Aug 2025
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Starline hunches over the bar. He knows how wretched he looks, with the gashes and the scabs and the bruises, purple and ugly and peeking around the edges of the bandages that his bathrobe doesn’t cover.
He rotates the cigarette in his hand and feels the mounting pressure of unbelonging.
A whistle behind him. Someone says: “You look like shit. Mind if I make you look worse?”
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oh my love, won't you wrap the night around me by seventowers
Fandoms: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types
28 Feb 2025
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Shadow wants to interrupt him, wants to kick him off the bed and watch him collapse in a blue heap on the floor, then push himself onto his hands and knees and blink up at Shadow with eyes that shock from bleary to embarrassed to angry. He wants to fight, to slam Sonic’s head into the floorboards, the bed frame, bust his skull open on the corner of the nightstand. He wants bared teeth and searing pain, he wants violence, wreckage, normalcy. Sonic dreams and Shadow wants to interrupt him, but then there’s another thought, dark and sinful and twisting up through his brainstem: he wants to push Sonic down further, press him deeper into whatever turbid place he’s in now, hurt him for seeking pleasure so brazenly and for daring to involve Shadow in his filth. Two opposite impulses, equal in gravitational pull and each a form of the other: Shadow wants to hold Sonic’s head underwater and watch him drown.
So he traps the tip of his glove beneath the point of a fang and he pulls it off silently, but Sonic looks peaceful, open and almost ethereal, silverblue under the spill of the broken milkbowl moon, and when Shadow touches him, he’s far less cruel than he’d expected himself to be.
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