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Sonadow How DID This Happen10 Scourge woke up to find Sonic gone he walked in to the kitchen and saw Sonic cooking eggs. Scourge licked his lips and started at the sizzling pan "hey honey how'd you sleep" asked Sonic "great" answered Scourge stretching only to find that Sonic was holding him and looking at his stomach " how do you feel is the baby kicking?" he asked "Hmm just a little bit" he said with a smile "where are the babies feet?" he said feeling around Scourge stomach gently "actually there right here" said Scourge sliding Sonics hand up just the slightest bit " whoa" said Sonic "that's?" "Yep" said Scourge answering Sonic's questio

Chapter 8: Chess and Conversations Danny had to admit, if anyone had ever told him he would spend a day snuggling with Vlad Masters, he would have slugged the person. In fact, he probably would have slugged them, gone ghost and then proceeded to haunt them for the rest of their miserable lives. He still didn't quite understand why it was happening either. This whole week at the manor had been either achingly slow or a fast whirl-wind that he couldn't hope to keep up with. His emotions were more than a little confusing, yet his hormones had been painfully clear. A horrible combination, but one almost every teenager had to deal with at least

 Durarara!!  Shizuo x Reader chapter 1: Long, lost, love. Durarara!!, Shizuo Heiwajima, Izaya Orihara, Shinra Kishitani, Kyouhei Kadota belong to Ryohgo Narita Note: _____  = fill in your name. I don't own the characters or you. Have fun reading "Group photo!! Group photo everyone!" Shinra smiled widely holding a digital camera in his hands. "What about you? Aren't you going to be with us on the photo?" Kyohei asked Shinra "Haha of course! I'll put it on it's selftime- Ah! What the!?" the camera flashed quickly making a rather funny photo of the confused boy. "Where are Shizuo and Izaya again? They know that we would s

Hot. The sub was absolutely steaming, especially in the kitchen where you work. You were currently cooking as well, making the heat less than desirable. Your (H/L) (H/C) hair was put up and you began to fan your (S/C) face as it turned slightly red from heat. You have been cooking for a while now, but your beloved Captain was on the straw hat ship talking business with the rubber boy.                 “Nuugh, why is it so hot!” You took off your jacket and continued to cook for your crew. However your jacket wouldn’t be the first. You took off your shoes next, but then got an idea. You turned your burners low as you rushed

"Shizuaka," Kimihiro said with a blush. He was breathing heavy, making rather loud sounds of pleasure every few seconds. "Something wrong?" came the deep voice of his lover. Kimihiro shook his head, letting out another yell, before going completely stiff, and falling back, panting. -------------------------------- Watanuki shot straight up, pulling the covers up over his chest and breathing heavy. Sweat was beading up on his forehead before dripping down his face. That was not the kind of dream he had expected to have that night. He would never do anything like that! Especially not with Doumeki! He was mad at himself for not being able to

                                   Real Courage 2 The funeral only consisted of me and Eustace. I tried to get Muriel's sister here but she has been feeling sick and could not make it. Eustace-being the cheap bastard he was- only chipped in a small amount of money, I put in any money I had. I tried my best not to cry but in the end shed some tears. Eustace had the same look on his face, like he didn't give a crap, it made me sick seeing him with no emotion. Why couldn't he have died first? Why was Muriel the one being slowly lowered into the ground? I clenched my fists and tried my best to let my tears fall silently. The Priest who said the

Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing! You groan, hearing your cell phone blasting next to you on your nightstand. You were having such a nice dream, too! What made it so nice? It couldn't be because of the blonde-haired, G. I. Joe soldier come to life, dripping wet from splashing around, man who trains you. No, it had to be the beach water that made your dream so great...Yeah, that's it. Smirk, smirk. Answer it? No, you'll pass on that. It's not like you didn't love watching Germany getting all pumped up and sweaty-I mean, training hard with him. But today, you just wanted some alone time. Away from the ever-so quiet Japan, flirtatious Italy, and the

Not a Date Toshiro x Reader “Why are we here?”  Toshiro glanced from left to right, watching as a few couples conversed over steaming cups of coffee, or coco, or even cider.  Your favorite cafe in the world of the living was having a special.  Due to the cold weather, they were serving anything and everything hot that could be poured and drunk.  Staring at a freshly baked pumpkin pie, you felt your mouth begin to water. “Because,” you licked your lips before pulling out your wallet.  You felt your shoulders slump as you realized that you didn’t have enough for the pie and the hot chocolate. “Umm…__

"No." Pitch wrapped his free hand into your hair and yanked your head backwards ready to draw the dagger across your bruised throat. One your hands instinctively flew to his hold on you but while he smirked and briefly admired the hickeys he'd adorned you with, your other hand was reaching for a shard of the shattered glass. You soon clasped hold of a large piece, hiding a wince as it cut into your palm and as Pitch met your fiery glare with a cool smirk, you drove your makeshift weapon into his leg. The glass pierced him with ease and the villain let out a howl of pain, dropping the blade as his hands were drawn to his wound. Immediately you