Ezzybug

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Every inch the fire gets closer

He couldn’t breathe.

It's in my blood, it's never over

He couldn’t think.

Like a twisted tangled rope, can't let go

He felt like he was choking and he couldn’t escape it. The noose tightening with every unsteady movement of his throat.

I feel my flesh, it's getting weaker

He looked down at his shaking hands and let out a yell of pure frustration.

Every breath takes me deeper

He slammed his fist into the wall and relished in the pain that radiated throughout his bones from the impact.

It's not hard to lose control, no

Gods damn it, he needed to get himself together before he did something stupid..

I try to run but there's no hope

He ran his hands down over his ears and tugged at the fur on his neck as if he could pull free from the burning feeing of want inside him.

Temptation, I can't escape you, escape you

How he wanted to wrap her up into his arms and ravish her eternally instead of just the brief moment they had.

Desire, you're my forbidden fruit, forbidden fruit

He needed her.. More than anything.

I've had a taste there's nothing sweeter

She couldn’t get him out of her head.

On my lips I've kissed the reaper

It was a mistake.. She never should have let it happen.

Is it worth losing my soul, no

She knew that there was no undoing this, undoing the way her heart yearned for him.

We dance inside a burning room

She could still feel him all around her and in her.

There's no way out, there's no way through

She felt as if he was crawling through her very lungs and taking up space where air was supposed to reside.

I've reached the end of every road

She didn’t know what to do… She didn’t know the right thing to do…

It's so much stronger than you know

He could sense her. As if she was an extension of his very soul.

Temptation, I can't escape you, escape you

Her heart began to pound harder as she caught the familiar smell of smoke and polyester that always followed him around.

Desire, you're my forbidden fruit, forbidden fruit

He pushed his way past the crowd and into the opening of a cramped alleyway. His pure, white eyes gleaming as they met her ever sharp ones at the other end of the alley.

Oh

No one moved. No one spoke. The air even seemed to still.

You're my downfall (downfall)

She knew this was a bad idea.

Downfall

He knew this was a bad idea…..

Neither of them cared.

Oh, temptation, I can't escape you, escape you

Her feet moved before she could even think, a slow walk, then a jog, then a sprint, her only goal was to get to him.

Desire, you're my forbidden fruit, forbidden fruit

His own feet moved as soon as he saw her begin to approach. He broke out into a sprint without a second thought. He felt like transforming just so he could get to her faster. His eyes only on her. His thoughts only on her.

Forbidden fruit was the sweetest temptation.

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Hey y’alllll….

Hehehehe-

Writers block is fun-

But I love lyrical stories such as this one that I crafted- I hope you enjoy it and accept my sincerest apologies-

As always,

YOU GUYS ITS HIS BIRTHDAY

Everyone say Happy Birthday to Dean.

Even if I am a Sam girl myself I relate with Dean a lot as an oldest child who had to give up a lot for my younger siblings. So happy birthday Dean! It’s the least he deserves for all the shit he’s been through.

GOOD CAUSE YOU’RE GONNA HEAR THEM

James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser the absolute *yearner* you are..

First up, he’s got the prettiest curls like they’re just so bouncy and fluffy and make me happy.

Second off, he’s so understanding, he doesn’t interrupt Claire, he lets her voice her opinions and tries to compromise with her. That whole scene of how husbands typically discipline their wives and he says they might have to be different comes to mind.

He keeps all the playbills tickets from your shows.

Yessss dad Sonar and his baby carrier vest absolutely.

Doesn’t matter where. Doesn’t matter when. He will have his child with him because that is his current favorite person in the world.

Work? He’s flying in with them strapped to an extra large baby carrier that fits over his massive wings. Missions? He won’t take any dangerous ones cause he’s got his kid. Parties? You better believe he’s flaunting his kid and bragging about how they can crawl up the wall with the help of their claws. Hell, he’ll be over the comms just monologuing about his kid and how you’re the best wife ever to even give him a kid in the first place. How they have your eyes and your adorable smile.

Especially about fucking.

Jamie specifically.

They walk around on 2 legs but have wings, claws and fur all over their body. And their faces aren't full bat, kinda human mix bat. Victor and the mom would be so unsure, they're already new parents and now we have more questions

"Do you think she'll megabat? She's already more bat than me"

"How do you dress someone with wings, we'll need little ponchos"

Awwwwww

Sonar absolutely would love and adore his little girl.

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Victor tilted his head and flicked his ears as he watched his two year old daughter use her little claws to pull herself up the little hooks that you had installed along the walls of the house to help her climb and use her abilities to their fullest extent. He currently sat on the living room couch just observing her as she used her abilities almost instinctively. Like she was born for the very purpose to use these abilities to her advantage. He couldn’t help his soft smile as he heard her chirp and squeak to herself whilst she pulled herself up along each hook and up over the top of the door to hang. He leaned forward onto his knees and set his head in his hands as he continued to observe her.

When she was born it was quite apparent that she came out more bat than even Victor. Her massive ears, the fuzz that lined her face and all the way down her body and neither of you could miss the fleshy wings that now were curled up around her sleeping self in your arms after eleven hours of labor. You had both looked at each other before smiling. She was perfect.

You had both acclimated quickly to her as well. Victor had went out and found some small ponchos for her to wear over her wings and you had installed the small hooks and bars around the house to encourage her climbing habits. Victor had also noticed how she had better echolocation skills than even he did. He tested this by taking her favorite toy, a worn out, purple stuffed piglet, and placed it in a dark room. He then set her on the ground of said dark room and watched her let out a series of small chirps and squeaks. Not even a minute she had crawled over and curled up over top of the piglet while beginning to purr happily. He definitely took a picture of that through his tears of pure glee at how adorable she was.

He was pulled out of his reminiscing when he heard the soft chirps of his daughter now trying to get his attention too. He just chuckled softly as he pushed himself off the couch with a soft groan and walked over. He held his hands out to her and smiled as he watched her gently release the hook she was hanging on and climb down into his arms. She nuzzled her fuzzy head into his chest and began to purr softly as she cuddled up to her dad. He couldn’t help his smile widening as he wrapped his arms tight around her and gently kissed the top of her fuzzy little head.

Bat, human, fucking squirrel… It didn’t matter what she was. What mattered was who and she was his daughter. His little girl. She was perfect.

And that’s all that mattered.

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Just a little softness for y’all.

As always,

May I request Sonar during the crush phrase?Like the yearningggggg especially if the reader is also in the Z-team. Like his ass not doing any work or just only trying the impress card when he’s a mission with them 😭 Theres so many scenarios aaaaa

Of course!

Sonar absolutely does yearn and he’s so pitiful about it too.

Slight NSFW towards the end.

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Sonar first felt that fluttery feeling of uncomfortable warmth in his chest towards you the first time he actually truly interacted with you. You were minding your own business in the break room, scrolling through social media on your phone as you sipped your coffee without a care in the world when Sonar struts in with all his fuzzy glory. He makes eye contact with you before his gaze dropped down to your boobs and it widens exponentially.

“Gods damn, dude. I would give you twenty dollars right here and now if you let me cop a feel of those pretty knockers.”

He had expected disgust. He had expected you to be absolutely appalled by his words, most were. He had expected you to throw your coffee at him and march out straight to report him to HR but you just…. Laughed instead.

He slowly began to laugh nervously as well as he fidgeted where he stood. You were laughing. Was this angry laughing? Did people angry laugh? He could see you were laughing so hard that tears pricked the corners of your eyes. “O-Oh my gods!” You wheezed out as you managed to control yourself once more to look over at the flabbergasted bat man with a smile as you wiped away said tears. “You’re funny, I haven’t laughed that hard all week, thanks man.”

“Y-Yeah, no problemo.” He said with a nervous grin as he quickly walked over to the coffee pot and began to pour himself some of the shit coffee there. His ears flicked as he heard you get up and chuckle softly still whilst you exited the room. He swallowed hard and chugged down his coffee as he tried to deal with the swirling feelings of what he assumed was shame with himself.. No… This felt.. Warmer. Like a summers breeze or the way a warm bath just hit you in all the right places as you slid into the tub.

He looked back at the door you had just left out of and felt his little tail begin to twitch some as a small smile slid onto his face. No. He definitely wanted more than to just cop a feel of those pretty tits. He wanted you to crave his company as he suddenly began to crave yours.

He began to watch you more carefully after that interaction. He managed to notice whenever you walked into a room. He could pick up on your voice easily as he heard you chat with your coworkers. He even had recognized the pattern of your footsteps and the way your heart beat. Slow, steady and resilient. He wanted to press his ear to your chest and just hear that pretty heartbeat for the rest of his life. He wanted to laugh and chat with you just as you did with your coworkers. He wanted that easy companionship with you. He wanted late nights, early mornings, snowy days perfect for cuddling, summer days perfect for lazy make out sessions… Gods he was down bad for you and you hadn’t a clue.

You started noticing how you felt like you were being watched as you roamed throughout the office when you went about your day. It was a bit creepy but surprisingly enough you never felt threatened. More like you were being admired from afar. You didn’t know how you knew that. Somehow you just knew there were eyes on you all the time in that light. You also began to notice the fact that dead mice were showing up on your desk.

The first one had come wrapped in a paper towel. Simple enough, as if a coworker had left you a cookie or a brownie they had baked. Unbeknownst to you, you had picked it up and unwrapped it to be met with a stinky surprise. You shrieked as you saw the shreds of the mouse and quickly dumped it in your trash can. You almost thought you could’ve heard the sound of pitiful chirps as you did so. As if a precious gift had just been thrown away, but when you turned no one was there so you just chalked it up to some freak incident. Maybe someone was playing a prank on you? That was the only logical explanation your mind could conjure up at the moment. So. You rolled with it. Unfortunately for you that wasn’t the last time. Almost every day, on the dot after your lunch time you walked up to your desk to see a dead mouse wrapped up in an unassuming paper towel. After a week you got used to it, you just shoved it into your trash can and continued to work. Always hearing the sound of a pitiful chirp afterwards.

You also couldn’t help but notice how whenever you caught a glimpse of Sonar he was already looking at you with his ears bent down slightly. As if he wished he could just walk over and talk to you. You tried to wave to him or even talk to him first but it never seems like he could get his voice to work properly enough to respond to you. He would just let out some sort of half squeak, half yell before scampering off to kick himself in the face. You just thought he was nervous so you left it be.

You somehow don’t notice that whenever you’re out on missions with the Z-Team all of his focus is on you. He just stares and marvels at the fact that you are a badass. And hot. Extremely hot. Even if you don’t notice these looks, the rest of the team did. Mostly since it results in their teammate becoming rather distracted when he’s supposed to be backing them up which then leads to some pretty close calls. Punch Up about fell off a building due to Sonar not paying attention and swinging around to get a better look at you which caused his massive wings to catch on Punch Up’s overalls and send him flying. Sonar only just about caught him before he became an Irish pancake. Yeah. Everyone on the Z-Team at this point had yelled at Sonar at this point to just talk to you already just so they could have their teammate back. They’re a bit over the many almost perishing scenarios.

Malevola is the worst.

She is the queen of somehow setting you and Sonar up in the same room together, alone which more often than not just leads to him trying to escape via throwing himself out the window. It was beginning to drive Malevola insane.

One day after she has set up this devious trap once more, she had conveniently left the two of you in a meeting room alone together to go fetch some coffee. As she watched the machine drip down coffee into the stained pot she decided enough was enough. She was tired of how unfocused her best friend was and how absolutely oblivious you were to it. She just wanted you two to bang so she Sonar would focus on not accidentally killing someone for the fourth time this week.

So she came to a conclusion. She would march in there herself and tell you straight to your face about Sonar’s undying love for you and even if he ate her face for it she didn’t care. It was time to alleviate this tension in the air.

She marched down the hall towards the meeting room, jaw set, hands clamping the two coffee cups in her hands before pushing the door open with her shoulder.

“Alright! Enough’s enough! Y/N! Sonar-“

Her words came to a jerky stop as she was suddenly made aware of the rather scandalous scene in front of her. You were hoisted up on the table with your pants discarded somewhere across the room along with some pretty red panties that were previously covering you. Your shirt was also discarded somewhere else in the room with your bra hanging off of your shoulders. Your chest rose and fell with your soft pants as you stared at Malevola with wide eyes and a flushed red face. Bluish purple hickeys littered the soft skin of your chest that looked like the outline of a bite mark around both of your nipples. As if somehow had just latched their mouth over your tits and began to suck. Sonar now knelt down in front of where your legs had been spread with two of his fingers pressed into the gummy walls of your wet pussy while his tongue lashed at your clit. His blazer was gone and his tie was loose. One of his ears bent down in half and the other in your hand so you could tug at it whenever he hit that sweet spot inside you. His belt was undone and his throbbing boner pressed against the confines of his dress slacks. He pulled his mouth off your clit with a growl as he swung his head around to look at Malevola.

“MAL! Get OUT!”

“On it, boss. Enjoy your meal.” She said with a wink and a grin as she quickly backed up out of the door and shut it with her tail.

Finally. Maybe he’d do his actual job now.

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FINALLY

I got out some writing. I’m so proud of myself. I hope you enjoyed this request!

As always,

I’m also sick again which is FUCKING BULLSHIT this shit is RIDICULOUS

Anyway. Expect content soon. Especially Christmas content.

Love y’all

Did he go to Harvard for law, medicine, science??? Or just for shits and giggles-

Request/Suggestion(s):

•A sick Sonar. I feel like, because of his huge ass ears, he gets ear infections easily. (I also HC he likes to take either super short showers or long baths...so ... Maybe a swimmers ear?)

•Also...Sonar nesting. It could be for a pregnant reader or just due to his instincts. His apartment goes from the saddest bachelor thing reader has ever seen to just. Something out of an omega verse fanfic.

In all seriousness though, your writing is GENUINELY phenomenal. Your work is awesome, keep it up!!

Awwww thank you! I appreciate all the love you guys give me while I do this!

Sonar nesting and being sick can kind of go hand in hand in my opinion.

Yes, Sonar loves his little girl with a passion.

(I think the GIF is rather appropriate)