#f!mc

Word Count: 1024

Warnings: None

Sonic the Hedgehog x Fem! Reader

Note- You are human for this one, and their relationship is more platonic. Also this takes place during the movie timeline!

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The cozy living room of the Wachowski household was a whirlwind of activity. Knuckles, Tails, and Sonic were abuzz with energy as you tried to keep up. As Jojo’s babysitter and the honorary fourth member of this ragtag group, your days were anything but ordinary. Between Tails' tech experiments, Knuckles' newfound obsession with braiding, and Sonic's endless antics, you often found yourself being pulled in every direction.

Today was no different. Knuckles sat behind you on the couch, his large hands clumsily attempting to braid your hair with an intensity that could rival a championship match. "I do not understand why humans have so much hair," he grumbled, his brows furrowed. "It is like battling a wild beast."

You laughed, glancing over at Tails, who was sprawled out in front of you as you gently brushed his fluffy tails. "It's not that bad, Knuckles. And Tails, hold still—you keep twitching!"

“Does this hurt?” you asked, pulling through a particularly stubborn knot.

Tails winced slightly but shook his head. “Nope! Just tickles a little. But thanks for helping—I’ve been meaning to take better care of them. Gotta stay aerodynamic, you know?”

Knuckles, sitting behind you on the couch, furrowed his brow in concentration as he fumbled with a section of your hair. “Braiding is no simple task,” he declared, his tone serious. 

You laughed, glancing over your shoulder. “You’re doing great, Knux. Just… maybe don’t pull so tight?”

“Noted,” he said solemnly, adjusting his grip.

Across the room, Sonic was perched on the armrest of the couch, tapping his foot impatiently. “Hey, Y/N,” he called, leaning forward. “when you’re done playing hairdresser, how about we do something fun? I’ve got this really cool idea we should try—”

 “Just a minute, Sonic,” you said, not looking up from Tails’ fur.

Sonic froze mid-step, the ball caught in his gloved hand. His ears drooped slightly as he flopped onto the armrest of the couch, kicking his legs lazily. “Sure. No rush,” he muttered, but the slump in his posture betrayed his disappointment.

Knuckles glanced at Sonic, his crimson face betraying a rare flicker of sympathy. “The blue one grows restless. Perhaps we should take him on a hunt?”

“A hunt for what, Knuckles?” Tails asked, clearly amused.

Knuckles puffed out his chest. “For purpose!”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Maybe we’ll plan something after I finish here, okay?”

...

As the day wore on, you found yourself in the kitchen, preparing sandwiches and snacks for everyone. The kitchen was warm and alive, the aroma of freshly chopped herbs mingling with the distant hum of conversation and laughter spilling in from the living room. Tails’ excited rambling about his latest gadget punctuated Knuckles’ booming declarations, and every now and then, a peal of laughter rippled through the air. It was the kind of noise that made the house feel less like walls and more like a heart—beating, alive, and full.

Sonic lingered near the counter, his hand idly drumming against its edge. His usual easy grin was there, but you noticed the subtle edge to it—like he was trying to hold something back.

“Need help?” he asked casually, though the slight upward tilt of his voice betrayed him.

“Sure,” you replied, pointing toward the stack of plates. “Can you grab those for me?”

In a flash, he zipped across the room, the plates balanced precariously in his arms as he stopped so close that you had to catch yourself against the counter.

“Whoa!” you exclaimed, your laugh breaking the momentary surprise.

“Sorry!” Sonic said quickly, his ears flattening as he shuffled back a step. His usual cocky demeanor faltered, replaced by a sheepish glance your way.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, your laugh softening. “Just… maybe slow down a bit?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his hand brushing over the white band of his glove. “Yeah… sorry,” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

Sonic hopped onto one of the kitchen chairs, the bounce in his step noticeably missing. He swung his legs slightly, his eyes avoiding yours as he fiddled with his gloves, the silence settling between you.

“You alright?” you asked, tilting your head to get a better look at his face.

He hesitated, his fingers pausing mid-fidget. “It’s just… I don’t know,” he began, his voice low and uncertain. “I guess I feel like I’m kinda… left out sometimes.”

The confession hit you like a weight, and you felt your chest tighten. Setting the knife down, you pulled a chair next to him, your movement slow and deliberate.

“Sonic, I’m so sorry,” you said softly, your hand resting gently on his arm. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

He shrugged, though the gesture lacked its usual confidence. When he finally looked at you, his green eyes were unguarded, vulnerable in a way that felt rare and precious.

“I know you don’t mean to,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… Tails has all his gadgets, and Knuckles has his whole ‘warrior thing.’ Sometimes it feels like… like I don’t really fit anywhere.”

The ache in his words settled heavily in the space between you. You leaned forward, squeezing his arm gently.

“Sonic,” you said, your voice firm yet kind, “you’re just as important as Tails and Knuckles. You don’t have to have gadgets or a warrior thing to matter. You’re you. And I care about you—just as much as them. You’re family to me.”

He blinked, his eyes wide as if the words caught him off guard. Slowly, a small, genuine smile spread across his face.

“Really?” he asked, his voice tentative but hopeful.

“Really,” you affirmed with a nod. “And families? They don’t pick favorites.”

He grinned then, the kind of grin that made his eyes light up and the room feel just a bit brighter. Without a word, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you in a hug that was both spontaneous and deeply sincere.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

- “so is there anything in particular you want to see while you’re here?” “I’d love to go to the Library of Alexandria” “Satan, that burnt down.” “What? When?” “Thousands of years ago?”

- Satan gets SO excited whenever he sees a cat on the streets and he insists they go and cuddle every single one (even if they’re on the other side of the road)

- visits many cat cafes and he deems it the best thing ever

- “so MC, what nice things are there to see in your hometown?” “Ooh there’s a really nice church we can visit!” “…you know I can’t go near them right?”

- afternoon tea!

- many picnics in various parks that end in Satan laying down with his head on MC’s thighs while he reads to her

- various trips to different markets where Satan stocks up on his human realm literacy

- super suave dates (I’m thinking Daniel Cleaver style reading poetry from a row boat?? Minus the falling in of course)

- wakes up early every morning so that he can make MC a coffee to have in bed

- many coffee dates in various cafes (quite often they’ll have silent dates where they’re reading their own books and then fill each other in at the end of what happened)

- candlelit dinners together every night

- nights spent by the fire, where their clothes slowly disappear one by one

- “MC I think you should let me buy you a cat so he can look after you while I’m not here.”

- buys lots of tea to take back with him to Devildom

- long walks together, always hand in hand, talking about anything and everything

Commission by @mrsluffy07 of a scene from her fanfiction.

Yeaa.... Ominis was imperio'ed to crucio Becca, mrsluffy's MC, aaaand i had fun drawing her being in agony *mwahaha*

Tho ngl the angle i chose was hard af and i struggled to pull this off, but i think it ended up ok!

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, pegging, marking, "Breeding" (fantasy shit), f!dom

Phenix is such a twink. Imagine getting to bounce him on your big strap-on while you hold his arms behind his back. His face is a red mess, flushed and teary eyed while he has liquid from his horns dripping down his hair and cheeks. His eyes are struggling to stay open, and drool drips down his chin. He's been reduced to nothing but a moaning and whimpering mess as his mouth hangs open. His thighs shake with every thrust of your hips as you rock him onto your strap. His dick hits his stomach with every thrust from you, until he eventually spills cum all-over himself while you continue to fuck his little ass.

Biting him, Slapping, pinching, and coloring his delicate skin in red marks, Phenix’s body is covered in them by the time he reaches his fourth ejaculation.

“MC- M-MC- MC, MC MC-” He repeatedly calls out your name like a broken record, going stupid all-over your big purple cock.

He was such a dumb whore for you, petite, brainless and still begging to be fucked. Fucked, filled and “bred” in ways that weren't realistically possible.

“MC, MC- Ple~ase” Phenix chokes out, his high pitched voice rising by an octave as his eyes roll back again. “I wa..nna get bred so bad~~~ ahhh.”

“I want y~out to…breed me...breed me, breed me” he blurts out While nearly choking on his spit. Phenix almost screams when you thrust particularly deep into him, brushing up against his prostate hard.

He ejaculates all-over himself and his sheets for the nth time, his small body spasming as he clung to your arms desperately. “Mmm…MC”

“That's so good… you're making me feel so good”

He wraps his arms around you, brushing his peachy/pink colored bangs out of his face. “I wanna cum again…I want to kiss you…hnn… thinking about you is making me so hard..!~”

He keeps on moaning while you keep on plowing him and milking his prostate.

he's so cute, ugh

Thirteen: Hey, babe?

F!Mc: Hm? *Puts book down*

Thirteen: Erk- *Blushes and looks away*

F!Mc: …Pfft, you’re the one who wanted my attention?

Thirteen: Er- I-*Eyes looking everywhere but Mc*

F!Mc: *Laughs*

F!Mc: Is my face that pretty? I don’t even have make up on.

Thirteen: You always look pretty…

F!Mc: What was that? *Smirks*

Thirteen: N-NOTHING!-

In which MC and Sylus like going clubbing every once in a while. But today, you're wearing something he may very much enjoy.

Tags: f!mc x sylus | mature | dating | thigh squeezing | net stockings | touching | kissing | MDNI

we are back with more baby fever causing fluff

the brothers with a pregnant mc

-> brothers x mc

mc is female, not proof read

content warnings: pregnancy, mentions of childbirth

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Lucifer

he will be very protective, as in he won't even let you carry groceries by yourself

if lucifer notices you're in even the slightest bit of pain, he will get you to lie down somewhere and massage any sore spots

he also brings you some sort of healthy snack from time to time

'diavolo, we need to postpone mc's courses at rad until at least she's given birth'

lucifer will also be there with you at every doctor's appointment, you can see his eyes light up whenever he sees the baby on the scan

Mammon

he loves feel the baby kick, if you're okay with it, he will poke your stomach to sort of play with the baby

mammon also likes to tell the baby stories about 'the times he did cool stuff'

if you get any weird craving at 4am in the morning, mammon doesn't mind running to the store to get you food

mammon wanted to be helpful, so he looked up what happens during childbirth, now he's very worried for you

Leviathan

when you first told him you were pregnant, levi was very careful around you, like he was scared to walk next to you with a heavy pot in the kitchen because what if he accidentally hurts you

or worse, what if the baby ends up hating him

levi did get used to the idea of the baby over time, he's not as afraid anymore

he even created an avatar for the baby in his life simulation games

Satan

he knows exactly what happens during every week of your pregnancy (he read five books the day you told him you were pregnant) so if you're worried about anything you can always talk to him

the books mentioned hospital bags and what should go in them, so satan may or may not have prepared a bag before you even started showing

the further along you get, the angrier satan gets when his brothers do dangerous stuff in front of you

Asmodeus

he already made a very long list of name options during the first week he found out you were pregnant

asmo loves to go shopping for baby items with you, he'll hold up a little onesie and go 'aww mc look how tiny they will be'

he already liked to cuddle with you, but now that you've got a baby bump you have to do it at least twice every day

like mammon, he looked up what happens during birth and almost passed out

Beelzebub

probably the happiest out of all the brothers when you tell him you're pregnant, if it's twins beel will be the happiest demon you'll find in all of the devildom

beel keeps a stash of all kinds of different food and doesn't even think about touching it in case you need anything

if the baby is keeping you up the whole night he'll gently rub your stomach and go 'please let your mother sleep'

he cried the first time he felt a kick too

Belphegor

it takes belphie a while to fully process you're actually pregnant

he'll look at you while his mind goes 'baby? mc?' until his expression softens and he hugs you

belphie read online that sleep is important for pregnant humans, he sees it as a good excuse to take more naps together, he's always holding your stomach too