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She calls me Freddie (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Warnings: None really, fluff and a little banter, implications that your normal hair color isn’t red (sorry to my beautiful redheads)

Summary: The Tri-wizard tournament is announced and entering doesn’t go to plan

Word count: 4.9k

(Part 2 - Find all other parts here!)

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The next week turned out to be pretty uneventful for you. After you all recovered from what happened at the game you started to use quidditch as your pastime. You, Harry, Ron, the twins, Ginny, and even Hermione practiced behind the burrow. Ginny had begun to take an interest in being a chaser so you showed her just about everything you know, having been one for the Gryffindor team for most of your years at Hogwarts. You played most days leading up to school and on the following Thursday you all traveled to the station in London.

“Did he find a compartment?” You asked George, who you were following through the train. Your luggage was already loaded, leaving you to carry your wand and one of your smaller bags.

“Fred said he found an empty one up here,” He started, peering into each compartment as he passed, looking for his brother. The boy stopped abruptly once he spotted him, which made you trip over his feet. “Aha.” He let out casually, as if he didn’t just have to save you from face-planting.

“Finally. I didn’t know how much longer I could fight of these kids.” Fred complained as you stepped into the little room. He sat by the window with Ginny across from him, who rolled her eyes at her brother.

“It was one first year. And the kid looked terrified.” Ginny told you and George while you hoisted your bag onto the rack above the seats. You gave Fred a look.

“Fred, you did not chase away a first year!”

“Oh no, he didn’t.” Ginny defended him. “He actually offered for him to sit with us but the poor kid ran off.”

George broke into laughter and Fred sighed, crossing his arms. You sat down beside him, fitting yourself into the space between him and the window. It was small enough that he had to scoot over so you wouldn’t be in his lap, which he did so without question.

You patted his knee to comfort him. “We can’t all be good with kids, babe.” You told him casually. The other two Weasleys glanced at you when you said this, but neither you nor Fred treated it any differently so they moved on.

“It was probably just the kid’s first day and he didn’t want to sit with a sixth year he didn’t know.” George stated, sitting down once he put his couple of bags up. Fred just shook his head and moved on.

The rest of the train ride went by quickly, spent with carefree talk and conversations about nothing important. Soon the clear skies of the morning began to turn grey and by the time you arrived at Hogwarts, the clouds were much darker and threatened to drop rain on the school.

Still dry for now, you entered the courtyard in awe of the castle as always. It was now your sixth year here and you were still taken by the school. Raindrops finally began to fall, so you stepped under the covered walkway.

Fred tugged your sleeve to get your attention and when you looked up at him, his eyes were looking out onto the lake. “What is it?” You asked him, stepping toward the stone opening to see better. Out on the water, a huge ship sprouted up f on the lake, water draining from it as it lifted above the surface.

“I’ve never seen that before.” You admitted. Ginny hurried beside you to get a look as well, but gasps from the other students drew you to the opposite side of the walkway. There you caught sight of a huge carriage coming in from above, drawn by several winged horses.

“Who do you suppose they are?” Ginny asked as they landed, guided in by Hagrid. They ducked just out of view as they touched the ground.

“I imagine we won’t have to wait long find out.” You said, turning from the spot where they disappeared to see the students flowing into the castle. Everyone filed into the great hall to find a seat. You sat down beside Angelina Johnson, who gave you a huge smile upon seeing you.

“Angie!” You exclaimed, giving her a tight hug. Fred sat down beside you and George across. He gave Angelina an almost timid smile.

“Hey, Angelina.” George greeted. You’d rarely seen George look so nervous. Angelina, of course, gave her smile out to him and asked about his summer, which got them talking less awkwardly. You and Fred exchanged a look, sharing the exact same thought.

The room filled with laughing and cheering as friends were reunited for the year, Gryffindor being the loudest as usual. By the time Dumbledore stepped up to his podium, your stomach ached from laughter. It took his loud voice to silence the hall and once the noise had subsided, he started his beginning of the year speech.

“Now that we’re all settled and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement.” He addressed the students. Fred twirled a piece of your hair to distract you and earned an elbow to the arm, which didn’t stop him. “This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-wizard tournament.”

You had heard of it before but you hadn’t been to Hogwarts long enough to see one take place. And certainly not to see one take place here.

“Now for those of you who do not know, The Tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. For each school a single student is selected to compete.” Dumbledore continued to explain. This had everyone paying attention, as most of your group especially was interested. You leaned an arm onto the table.

“But let me be clear.” The professor paused briefly to scan the room. “If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted.” He said ominously and then suddenly flipped a switch and took on a light-hearted expression.

“But more of that later,” he continued. “For now please welcome the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons school of magic!” On cue the doors opened on the opposite side of the hall, having everyone’s head suddenly turn in that direction.

In came a group of girls mostly a little older than you, all in matching blue uniforms with their hair tied neatly behind their backs. They strode through the room elegantly catching nearly every eye, especially from the boys. “Bloody hell.” Ron said. Hermione rolled her eyes.

Behind the girls came an extremely tall woman, probably even taller than Hagrid. “Blimey, that’s one big woman.” Seamus Finnigan said, a few seats down from you. Dumbledore had to reach up to take her arm, guiding her to her seat. The entire hall whistled and applauded except for Hermione, who was mad at Ron, and Ginny, who didn’t care. Dumbledore cut them off.

“Now our friends from the North.” He continued. “Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their headmaster Igor Karkaroff.” In came a group of men also around a year older. They were all tall and handsome. Their entrance turned the table and now Ron was huffing at Hermione.

After the students, the headmaster entered with a tall boy at his side. It was Viktor Krum, the quidditch player from the World Cup.

“Blimey it’s him,” Ron said, startled. “It’s Viktor Krum.” He walked through the hall staring at the other hand, not bothering to greet anyone. You weren’t impressed by him. Dumbledore greeted their headmaster warmly, bringing him into a welcoming embrace.

Once everyone was seated and settled, the feast began. Each table was filled with every food imaginable and everyone was happy with what they ate. After the majority of the room was finished, four men entered the hall, rolling with them a large pillar decorated with gold and jewels. It was parked at the end of the room, right in front of the professor’s table.

Dumbledore stood again, making his way over to the pillar. “I’d like to say a few words.” He announced, quieting the room again. “Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Tri-wizard tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.”

“Wicked.” You heard the twins say in unison. Fred nudged you with his elbow, bringing a little smirk to your face.

“For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule.” The professor continued. “To explain all this, we have the head of the department of international magical cooperations, Mr. Bartemius Crouch.”

The man stood, making his way over to the podium. But he and everyone else were interrupted by the sudden sound of thunder clapping in the hall, rain and lightning following swiftly. Students shrieked, ducking for cover from the sudden chaos. From one of the side doors, a tall man stepped into the room and pointed his wand toward the ceiling, fixing the mess.

After the rain had gone everyone sat up again, looking around in confusion. The man that had entered was tall and widely built. He had a limp in his stride as he walked. “Hey that’s Mad-eye Moody,” Ron announced.

“Alastor Moody? The Auror?” Hermione inquired. Ron leaned down and whispered something to Harry, which was low enough that you couldn’t hear.

“My dear old friend, thanks for coming.” Dumbledore welcomed him, shaking his hand.

“Stupid ceiling.” Moody replied gruffly. Dumbledore nodded and gestured to a seat at the professor’s table, sending him in that direction. After the room had settled again, Barty Crouch finally made it to the front, standing in front of the gold pillar.

He paused, hesitating briefly before speaking as if it was something difficult for him to say. It was definitely something difficult for you to hear. “After due consideration, the ministry has concluded that for their own safety, no student under the age of seventeen should be allowed to put forth their name for the Tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final.” Your face dropped in disappointment and the students erupted into shouts of protest, the twins being the loudest.

“That’s rubbish!” They shouted. The hall fell into chaos once more until Dumbledore saved it again.

“Silence!” He yelled, immediately quieting the school. The professor stepped forward toward the pillar. His hand glided over it, causing it to melt away in front of you. The outer shell of gold gave way to a large stone goblet, a blue flame igniting in the cup.

“The goblet of fire.” He explained. “Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there’s no turning back. As of this moment, the Tri-wizard tournament has begun.”

You glanced at Fred and George, who held an excited expression as if they weren’t just told they couldn’t enter. If you knew them, which you did, they would likely come up with an absurd plan to try and enter anyway. You would just have to wait until they brought it to you.

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A few days later, you were absolutely correct in your suspicions. You were in the library, picking up a few books when the twins approached you. “Y/n,” Fred said in a singsongy voice, sliding next to you. George came on your other side.

“What is it, boys?” You asked, setting your books down on the table and turning to lean back onto it. They both looked at each other as if trying to decide who should answer. “Well, spit it out.”

“We have a plan to enter the tournament.” George started, you gave a loud sigh. “And before you say anything, we’ve thought it through completely. It’s going to work.”

“You did, did you?” You responded sarcastically, glancing down at the books you were carrying.

“We did,” Fred returned, ignoring your remark. “But, it requires you.” He held up a finger and pointed to you. You chuckled, crossing your arms.

“Uh-huh. And what does this plan require me to do?” You asked with a tiny smirk.

“We need you to brew an aging potion,” Fred explained, setting a hand down on the table to lean closer to you. “You’re much better at potions than us and we have to make sure it’s going to work correctly.”

You sighed. “It’s not.”

“What, why not?” George asked. “We could probably manage it so you definitely can.”

“Oh no, not the potion. That will work exactly how I make it to. But your plan won’t work.”

“And why is that, Y/n.” Fred asked, the look on his face put a longing feeling in your body.

“You really think that the ministry— Dumbledore for that matter would be thick enough to not think of an aging potion?”

“That’s what we’re counting on.” George stated, making you sigh even louder.

“Ok, let’s say hypothetically this does work.” You said, sitting on the table. “Have you considered at all that competing in the tournament might not be the best idea?”

“Nope” they said together.

“But we’re not worried about it.” Fred added. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Oh I don’t know, you could die?” You told them, setting a hand on the side of their heads. “And unfortunately I would miss you both dearly if you died.” You finished in an exaggerated pouty voice.

“When did you get all responsible?” George asked, “You were just as excited as we were to enter.”

“That was before I read about the tasks from the last tournaments.” You stated. “And I don’t want to risk losing my favorite redheads.”

“Well. That’s very sweet and all but we still need you to make that potion.” Fred told you.

You sighed once more to get your point across. “Fine.” They immediately grinned and gave each other a high five. “But when this blows up in your face, it’s not my fault.”

“You’re the best, love.” Fred spoke, giving you a sudden kiss on the cheek before taking off with his brother through the bookshelves, leaving you sitting there frozen. You watched them round the corner, your fingertips brushing your cheek. God, Fred Weasley was going to be the death of you.

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You met them with their potion outside the great hall the next day. “Here,” You handed them two little viles. “This is your last chance to stop and save yourselves the embarrassment.”

“Yeah not a chance, babe.” Fred said, taking them from you and handing one to George.

“Alright, fine.” You said, throwing your hands up in defeat. “Just remember, this is your own doing.”

“We’ll try,” George told you. The twins ran into the hall cheering, you following a little ways behind. There was a little crowd gathered around the goblet of fire and they all applauded as Fred and George made their entrance.

“Well lads, we’ve done it!” Fred announced, jumping up onto the wood bleachers and holding up his potion.

“Y/n cooked it up just this morning.” George explained further, following his brother. Hermione, who sat a feet away, turned her head from her book and laughed.

“It’s not going to work.” She sang in a mocking voice. The twins sat down on either side of her.

“Oh yeah?” Fred started.

“And why is that, Granger?” George finished. Hermione pointed out a hazy white line around the cup.

“See this?” She told them. “This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.”

“So?”

“So,” Hermione slammed her book shut as if it was outrageous that they didn’t seem concerned. “A genius like Dumbledore couldn’t possibly be fooled by something as pathetically dim-witted as an aging potion.”

“Ah but that’s why it’s so brilliant.” Fred stated.

“Because it’s so pathetically dim-witted.” His brother finished for him. The twins stood again while Hermione rolled her eyes. You took their spot, sitting down next to her.

“Ready Fred?”

“Ready George,” They both popped their viles open.

“Bottoms up.” They said together and drank the contents. Once the potion was consumed, they jumped into the circle beyond the age line.

“Why did you make them that?” Hermione asked, awaiting being able to say she was right. You sighed.

“I tried to tell them it wouldn’t work.” You replied, chuckling. “But you know them. They have to learn the hard way.” And they did. Fred and George tossed their names into the fire, pausing to see what would happen. Nothing did at first so they cheered. Fred shot you a smug look which made you shake your head.

Their success was quickly shot down by the fire spitting their names back out, shooting little flames around the room. The crowd ducked out of the way and the twins were send backward and onto the stone floor. You stood to get a better look over the students but all you could see were grey hair and beards sprouting from their heads.

You broke into laughter as they started fighting, cursing at each other. You were absolutely going to give them an earful after they recovered.

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It took them a couple of hours before they were back to normal and they still had some grey left in amongst the red. Now they sat in the common room, grumbling as you finished combing out the hairs that didn’t belong. “Stop complaining, I’m almost done.” You scolded George, who huffed. Fred was already finished and sat beside you on, propping his feet up on the table and leaning his head back on the back of the couch.

“Maybe next time you’ll listen to me.” You suggested as you finished, tossing the comb to the side and shoving George away from you. “I could’ve given you a much better plan.”

“Oh please, yours are about as good as ours.” He responded, sinking onto the other end of the couch.

“At least my plans actually work.” You stated. “And my pranks, and that does make them more successful than yours.”

“Pranks are supposed to be funny, Y/n, not practical.” George teased. “I don’t think you’ve ever made a prank better than ours.”

“Oh really?” You said, standing and crossing your arms. “I could prank better than you two any day.” This made Fred pick his head up.

“Is that a challenge, Y/l/n?” He asked, standing up to meet you. The boy immediately towered over you. You should’ve picked your next words wisely and not ended up in a prank war with the Weasley twins, but of course you didn’t.

“Sounds like it, Weasley.” You told him confidently, stepping closer to him. He laughed.

“Ok fine, we’ll see who’s better.” He said, giving you a smirk that almost shook your composure. You tilted your head slightly.

“I guess we will.” You told him, turning and stalking toward the stairs to the dorms. “Good night, boys.” His eyes and his smirk followed you until you were out of sight. And once you were, you realized how badly you screwed up. You were definitely the smartest of the three but you couldn’t come up with something nearly as fast. And now you were on the clock. It wouldn’t surprise you if they had a plan in the next hour so thinking something up soon wasn’t optional.

You walked into the great hall for dinner that night without them, but they had beaten you there. Fred made eye contact with you, wearing a smirk. His brother sat beside him. They definitely already had a plan and you were definitely done for. Regardless, you sat down next to Fred.

“Fred, George.” You greeted coolly. Fred managed to surpress a chuckle. Instead, he copied your demeanor.

“Y/n,” he responded, returning to his meal. You ate quietly beside him, holding yourself together while listening to the twins try not to laugh the entire dinner.

“What’s up with them?” Ron asked Harry, who shrugged in response. The entire section of the table picked up on the change in interaction between you. Especially since you and Fred normally behaved like a married couple. After eating, you silently stood and left the great hall with Ginny. Fred gave you a stupid look in an attempt to break your seriousness. It only managed to bring a toothless smile to your lips, which you hid away quickly.

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The next morning arrived and you still didn’t have a plan. It was probably already too late for you but you were too stubborn to just give up. You slid out of your bed yawning, but before you could stand all the way you were met with Angelina’s shocked expression.

“What?” You asked her nervously.

“I… would just go look in the mirror.” She told you. Hermione came walking out of the bathroom, dropping her things once she saw you.

“God, please tell me it’s not that bad.” You said, panicking. You stood and ran past Hermione into the bathroom, gasping as you saw your reflection. Your hair was as bright a shade of red as the twins’ were. You clasped a hand over your mouth in surprise.

“What happened?” Angelina asked, sliding into the bathroom behind you.

“The twins is what happened!” You exclaimed. The noise had finally woken Ginny.

“It’s really not that bad, Y/n. It’s just a bit of a shock at first.” Hermione assured. It wasn’t the worst thing you’d ever seen but that didn’t make you any less irritated.

“Hermione, look what they did to my hair!” You said, groaning.

“Hey,” Ginny said sleepily, rubbing her eyes. She started a yawn but it stopped dead in her throat when she saw you.

“I’m going to kill your brothers, Gin.” You said, trying your best to make your hair look decent.

“Please do, I have plenty more where they came from.” She responded, turning and leaving the bathroom. Once you looked okay to your standards you followed.

You stormed out of the dorm and down into the common room. Fred and George were at the chairs and turned their heads as they heard you enter. “You two!” You pointed at them. They stood immediately, stifling their laughter.

“You shouldn’t have challenged us.” George told you and shrugged, which made you scowl at him. You crossed your arms, absolutely fuming.

“Aww you’re so cute when you’re mad.” Fred stated, pulling your glare to him.

“You think I’m cute? We’ll get ready because I’m about to be gorgeous!” You snapped, beyond pissed off.

“Don’t worry, Y/n.” Fred spoke in an attempt to calm you. “It should wear off in the next hour.”

“It better.” You pointed a finger at him.

An hour turned into the morning and the morning turned into the whole day. By the next morning, your hair was still the same shade of red. When you found the twins in the common room again, they looked surprised and much more panicked.

“An hour, huh?” You asked them, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. Fred approached you, rubbing the back of his neck nervously with his hand.

“It really was supposed to be just an hour, love.” He told you. There was a guilt in his voice that made you soften.

“Who knows? It could take weeks to wear off at this point.” George stated, not getting up from his seat on the couch.

“Weeks?” You repeated back to him, dropping your head into your hands with a groan. “This is going to be the color of my hair for weeks?”

“Sorry Y/n, I have no idea what went wrong.” He apologized. “But I’ll figure out something to fix it.”

You sighed. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Fred never mentioned it to you, but he did do his research. He even ventured into muggle hair dye, which seemed like his best option. The hard part was matching your hair color, so he took a small picture he had of you and picked out the closest shade to yours.

That evening you had finished dinner early and beat everyone back to the common room. Now you were sitting in your dorm, having just changed out of your robes. You were just about ready to return to the common room when you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in,” You said simply. Fred came in, carrying a couple of small boxes. “Oh hey,”

“I have a solution,” he announced, handing you the boxes. Inside contained y/h/c hair dye. “It’s only temporary. I figure we could use this until your hair goes back to normal.”

Your eyes softened at the gesture and you looked up at him. “Thank you, Freddie. That’s really thoughtful.”

“It’s the least I could do for turning you into a Weasley.” He said with a little chuckle, taking you into the bathroom.

Fred leaned on the small counter and read the instructions. “Ok, get your hair wet.” He said without looking up from the papers in his hand. God he looked attractive standing there, his long body supported by the counter and his brows creased just barely while he read.

You did as he said, wetting your fiery hair and returning to him, trying to keep it from dripping. He took a little towel and draped it over your shoulders, then positioned you so that you stood in front of him.

He poured the paste into your hair and you sighed as he massaged it in, making sure to get your entire head. “Enjoying this, darling?” He teased, getting an elbow to the torso from you. He laughed and continued to work the dye into your hair.

“You know, it’s only fair if I get to dye your hair too.” You informed him, causing him to pause for a moment.

“Y/n, I wouldn’t look good in any other hair color.” He replied, tying your hair up messily behind your head to let the dye soak in.

“Neither do I, but I didn’t get the choice.” You returned, turning around to face him. He looked at you for a second, considering his options.

“Fine,” He sighed. You smiled, trading spots with him and hoisting yourself onto the counter to reach his head better. “But for the record, you can pull off any color so that’s not a fair comparison.” He argued.

“Ok, Fred. I get it, you have a crush.” You teased him, working the dye into his long, soft hair. You almost detected him falter before returning to his normal composure.

“Oh, you mock me, Y/n.” He said, putting a hand to his chest in exaggerated offense. You both sat in the little bathroom with your now h/c hair tied up and soaking. Once the dye sat for long enough, you rinsed and dried both of your heads and then stood in front of the mirror to study your work. You looked completely back to normal but Fred looked entirely different.

“I actually think I make this work.” He said, turning his head to observe the new color.

“I agree.” You gave him a bright smile, relieved to have your regular hair back.

“It is going to come out though, right?”

“Yes because I, unlike you double-checked.” You stated. “It’ll come out in a couple of weeks.”

“That’s comforting.” He sighed.

“It should be. Because if I said it then it’s true.” You smirked, tilting your head up to him. “And now you have to admit that my pranks are better.”

“Y/n, you didn’t even do anything.” He laughed, looking down at you. His face looked different now that it was framed with h/c hair.

“I didn’t have to,” You explained. “Just letting you fail was proof enough.”

“Fine. Our plans work much better when you’re apart of them.” He got out slowly as if it was difficult to say.

“That’s not what I asked, Freddie.”

“Well that’s all you’re going to get, so you’re just going to have to be content with it.” Fred crossed his arms, not even phased when you gave him a smack on the arm. All jokes aside, he genuinely did prefer when you were there to participate in their schemes and keep them in check. He could admit you were really the only brain in the operation.

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coryothesub · 1 month

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Coryo almost unconscious, with his mind clouded, with his butt raised and saliva falling from his mouth, while the reader relentlessly fucks him with his dildo

Ahhhh this is the sight we all need don't we? I somehow wrote this as a little sequel to the previous ask I did, but they both can be read separately

nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / dom!reader

You were standing at the foot of the bed in your parents guest room taking in the lovely sight before you. Coryo was laying there on his stomach, completely naked and panting heavily, his hair was already a mess, some tousled curls sticking to his sweat covered forehead. His eyes were closed and his cheek was pressed to the mattress. Poor boy was sucking on his own thumb to give himself at least some comfort after the wild strap-on session you two had just had.

You enjoyed him like that. A teary drooling mess completely under your mercy. Not a sign of the bratty smart-ass that had grinded your gears just a couple of hours ago.

You gazed upon him with a cocky smirk, wearing a leather bralette that was designed in a way to expose your breasts. Apart from that you were wearing only a strap-on with a sizable dildo still glistening with lube from the last round.

“We're not finished yet,” you cooed, climbing into the bed. “I think we need another round to teach you a good lesson about being a fucking brat in front of my parents.”

Coryo just shook his head faintly.

You grabbed a fistful of his golden curls and yanked his head back.

“I can't hear you darling!”

Coryo pulled his thumb out of his mouth and let out a soft whine, feeling a sting in his scalp from your tight grip. He opened his eyes, all red from the tears he had cried just mere minutes ago.

“I-I…Don't…” he mouthed silently.

“You didn't like it?”

Coryo shook his head again, making you pout.

You helped him sit up, his body felt drained and exhausted almost like a ragdoll in your arms. You tilted his chin up, looking into those big baby blue eyes.

“It did seem like you enjoyed it though cumming in the sheets both times like a little slut, huh? C’mere!”

You pulled him close and your hand went straight for his cock making the boy let out a sharp gasp. You wrapped your hand around it letting your thumb dance around the ultra sensitive tip making Coryo shiver at your touch

“You're fine, angel, you’re good,” you murmured, gently stroking his cock and feeling it getting hard in your hand. You just loved how amazingly responsive he was. And watching you both in the mirror that for some reason was hung just across the bed in your parents' guest bedroom made it feel even more arousing.

“Third time’s the charm and mommy has prepared something very special for you.”

Proceeding to pump him you pressed a soft kiss against his dry lips.

“Let's do another one, mommy’s gonna make you feel so good, okay?”

“Okay,” Coryo whispered against your lips.

“On your knees!” You instructed, getting up from the bed.

Coryo obeyed and you removed the used dildo from your strap-on, grabbing the vibrating one from your bag.

“N-no,” Coryo almost squeeked, noticing the change.

“Shhh baby, I know you can take it!” you mused and sucked on the toy sensually before coating it in a rich layer of lube.

“We gotta teach you a thing or two about being a brat, alright?”

You finished adjusting the dildo and lined up behind your boy marveling at his fucked out hole before pouring some lube over it.

Coryo was waiting patiently, it almost seemed like he was holding his breath.

You started pressing at his hole gently, watching Coryo's pretty face in the mirror. His eyes widened as you were entering his tight hole, a soft whine left his lips and his knuckles turned white from clutching at the sheets.

“Just look at you babyboy, taking it so good,” you praised, establishing a steady pace as you watched the sleek dildo going in and out of his pretty little hole.

Coryo let out a loud moan and as you finally reached the sensitive spot inside him.

“Shhh…don't forget we’re in my parents house,” you gently reminded before shoving your fingers in his mouth and stretching it from both sides. You could feel his saliva dripping past your fingers and over his lower lip as he wasn't physically able to make any coherent sounds so all you heard was just a series of open mouthed whimpers.

“You look so pretty like this,” you cooed, watching you both in the mirror.

“So helpless baby. You're all mine!” you whispered into his ear before letting his mouth go causing him to swallow deeply.

“Oooh,” Coryo moaned, feeling you grabbing his thighs and rapidly increasing the pace. Your thrusts were hard, almost relentless.

Coryo clutched at the sheets even harder but that didn't prevent tears from streaming down his pretty face and dripping on the sheets beneath him as he felt the dildo hitting against his prostate with an intense force.

You grabbed his curls and yanked back his head once again, not able to get enough of his beautiful reflection in the mirror, all desperate and broken, completely under your power. His tears glistened in the dim lighting before mixing with saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and streaming further down his delicate neck.

“Harder, please!” he pleaded through gritted teeth and you kept on thrusting into him with full speed, seeing his neglected cock twitching under him.

You let go of his hair and grabbed his aching member, switching on the vibration simultaneously and drilling his asshole with the most force you had ever applied.

Not being able to hold on any longer, Coryo let his head sink down on the sheets, his ass deliciously raised towards your thrusts.

Coryo's face was now out of your sight, you just saw his blonde curls bouncing slightly as you kept banging him into the mattress. You heard a series of muffled moans before his whole body convulsed and he went silent.

At that very moment you felt a thick load of warm cum coating your hand and you pumped him through his orgasm as your thrusts gradually slowed down. You pulled out the dildo and watched Coryo fall back into the sheets powerlessly.

“Such a good boy for me,” you hummed, laying next to him. Coryo seemed completely out of it for a moment. Then he slowly opened his eyes.

“Hey,” his voice sounded weak and exhausted. “I think I passed out for a moment. I don't really remember myself cumming. But I remember the feeling of it.”

A hint of concern appeared in your eyes.

“Oh my god, was it too much? Did I hurt you?”

“N-no,” Coryo reached out his hand to caress your cheek.

“It was actually fantastic,” he chuckled softly. “You cannot actually expect me to stop teasing you in front of your parents if THIS is the punishment.”

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Waste away with me

Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 6

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: In college, Matt Murdock had two best friends, Foggy Nelson and you. However, life had no intention of letting you graduate with him. When he reconnects with you in adulthood, he is troubled to see the hand God has dealt you and vows to use every tool at his disposal to save you from damnation.

warnings: swearing, brief descriptions of illness (obligatory sitcom sick episode alert), Matt being dumb, disgusting levels of pining

a/n: This was originally part of Heaven Help the Fool but that chapter would've been almost 9k so I split it up. I'm pretty proud of this half so I hope you all like it! As always, reblogs and comments are especially appreciated.

w/c: 4.4k

Swaying your hips to the rhythm of the song blasting through your headphones, you scrubbed at a particularly stubborn spot of food on the pan you were cleaning. Your sock-covered feet bounced from side to side as you danced, traipsing around your kitchen as you washed the dishes. Waltzing another sudsy item over to the drying rack, you giggled to yourself as it nearly slipped from your grasp.

It had been ages since you’d danced around a kitchen, something that had brought you joy since you were little. You were hesitant to let yourself act so carefree, even in front of Jen and Oscar. The only person who had ever witnessed your uninhibited performances before was your mother, and spinning around on the wood floor of your kitchen when you were home alone was a great cure for your homesickness—giving you a taste of home right here in New York City.

As you rinsed soap from the rubber gloves you were wearing, you were startled out of your daydreaming by a shrill ringtone. Peeling off the banana-yellow gloves, you answered your phone with a frown.

“Hey Matt, you ok?” You weren’t sure why this call had already set off alarm bells in your brain. Perhaps it was because of how frustrated Matt had seemed lately, even after you’d helped him organize his room. The poor boy was drained, only more so over the last two days because Foggy had fallen ill and Matt had taken it upon himself to nurse the blond boy back to health.

“Uh, yah. Yep, I’m good.” Matt’s voice was breathless and almost sluggish, the words spilling through the speaker just too far apart from one another to sound normal. The response did nothing to quiet your concerns.

“Ok…did you need something?” You prompted after he failed to explain himself.

“Oh right, um, it’s raining and I, uh, I was wondering if you could give me a ride home?” Was he drunk? His sentence was a complete thought, but it seemed like he was barely stringing it together coherently.

“Yah, of course.” You responded, slipping a pair of shoes on and searching for your keys. “Where are you, trouble?”

“Er, the pharmacy by the auditorium.”

“Ok, trouble, stay dry. I’ll be there soon.” You promised, hurrying out the door and into the stormy weather.

When you arrived at the pharmacy, your chest squeezed in sympathy at the pathetic sight before you. Huddled on a bench under the awning of the pharmacy was Matt, his hoodie soaked with rain. You could see your poor friend shaking from the cold, arms huddled around his waist as he waited. After parking your car hastily, you dashed over to him with an open umbrella, understanding beginning to flow through your mind as you studied his appearance.

Up close, his trembling was vicious, shaking drops of rainwater off of his hair and glasses. He was breathing heavily and his nose was bright red. And, perhaps more worrying than all of those things combined, he hadn’t noticed you standing right in front of him.

Matt always knew when you were around. It was almost scary. You and Foggy liked to joke that he had super powers, but he explained he was just used to relying on his other senses to inform him of his surroundings.

They clearly weren’t working properly right now, though.

“Matty?” You asked softly, braving the puddles and kneeling in front of him. Holding the umbrella up higher to shield both of you from the pelting rain, you flinched as his hand shot out, grabbing you by the lapel and yanking you forward before recognition relaxed his jaw.

“Bug?”

“Yah, trouble, it’s me.” Shaking off the shock that had brewed in your throat when Matt yanked you to the ground, you continued. “Let’s get you into my car where it’s warmer.”

Taking his arm gently, you guided him under the umbrella and towards your car. Matt’s body sagged against yours as you walked, dampening your own sweater with the moisture from his clothes. Once he was settled in your passenger seat, you closed the umbrella, tossing it in the trunk before racing to the driver’s side and hopping in the car.

“Ok, Matty, am I taking you back to your dorm?” You asked, restraining yourself from brushing stray raindrops off his flushed cheeks.

“Yes please.” His voice was hoarse, quiet. Too distant from the charming, velvet tone you loved so much.

Nodding habitually, you backed out of the parking space and drove faster than normal through campus.

“Why were you at the pharmacy in such shitty weather?” You wondered aloud, unsure if he had the energy to respond.

“Getting cold medicine and tissues for Foggy.” He answered tiredly.

“Sounds like you might need some of that yourself, trouble. How long have you been sick?”

“‘M fine.” Came Matt’s gruff response, shutting down your genuine concern with two words.

“Alrighty then.” You said, more to yourself than him, but you didn’t say anything further.

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, save for a few stifled sneezes that you pretended not to hear for the sake of Matt’s dignity. In no time, you were rolling up to the front door of his building.

“Did you want me to walk you up?” You asked cautiously.

“No, I’ll be ok, sweetheart.” Matt sighed, seeming a bit more lucid after warming up. “Foggy is really gross right now and I’d hate for you to catch this.”

“Ok, well, take good care of each other. And, maybe take a few days off? To rest so you don’t get sick too?” You proposed, hoping he wouldn’t be too grumpy with the suggestion.

Matt nodded heavily, running a hand under his nose. “Not a bad idea. I'm sorry for calling you for a ride but the buses weren’t running and—“

“Matt,” You placed your hand on his thigh. “It’s ok. It’s disgusting outside. Even if the buses are running, you can always call me. Always, yah?”

“Ok. I’m sorry.”

You chuckled, squeezing his leg. “You’re forgiven, trouble. Go get some sleep please.”

“I will. Text me when you’re home so I know you’re safe?”

“Of course. Have a good night, bubs.” With a final pat on his thigh, you watched as Matt left the safety of your car and braved the rain as he headed up to his room. Shaking your head, you hoped he’d hold up his end of your agreement.

Sinking into the tiny fold-up chair, you closed your eyes as the legs squeaked against their corresponding bolts. The empty chairs bordering yours did nothing to protect you from the draft that kept bursting through the door every time a student entered. Usually, there were two people sitting on either side of you to shield you from the bitter cold in the city outside.

Holding back a sigh, you wrapped your arms around your stomach in an attempt to retain heat. You were grateful that the boys had stayed home to rest, you supposed, but their absence still weighed on you. Biting your bottom lip before it could shift into a pout, you shuddered against an especially fierce gust of wind as someone stumbled in a minute before class was supposed to start.

You ignored their footsteps, until they entered your row; the shadow of the newcomer blocking the side of your face from the flickering fluorescent lights as they shuffled towards you.

A pit formed in your stomach as you turned your head; deep regret surging through you for wishing you had company when you took in his appearance.

“Matt?” You whispered, laying a hand on his arm as he tumbled backwards into his usual seat to your right.

If you thought he had looked rough last night, he looked positively deathly now. His skin was pale and shining with sweat, no doubt from the exertion of getting to class. A bright pink flush stained his cheeks and nose, accentuating the hollow circles under his eyes.

“Oh bubba,” You gasped, reaching out to touch his heated cheek. To your surprise, he flinched at the movement, suspending your hand in midair, doomed to hover around his face as you scolded the dreadfully ill boy. “What are you doing here?”

Leaning into your touch sloppily, apprehension abandoned, Matt exhaled raggedly. “We had class.” His voice was strained beyond recognition, causing your own throat to throb painfully in sympathy.

“You sound like you feel awful, Matty. You knew I would be here taking notes, why’d you leave your bed?” You tutted in soft disapproval. Fighting the urge to hold him close in front of the entire lecture hall, you moved your hand to his arm, sliding it into his elbow. His skin was burning, even through his layers; your shivering a distant memory as his fever warmed you both.

“Didn’t want to be a burden.” Matt murmured, facing the front of the room rather than your surprised gaze.

“Matthew, you are never a burden for needing help,” You admonished gently, stroking your thumb over his forearm. Before you could attempt to drill that fact into his stubborn mind, your professor began lecturing. “We will talk more about this later. I will take good notes, you focus on not fainting.” You hissed, withdrawing your hand from his arm.

“‘M not gonna faint.” He muttered, but even he didn’t seem certain of that fact.

The 150 minute class ticked by idly, the scratching of your pen diligently scribbling on paper slowly drove you mad as Matt slumped further into your personal space; his chin slowly inched towards his chest as he fell asleep to the sounds of your professor’s absurdly boring speech. Every instinct in your body was telling you to grab the kid and bolt, somehow getting him home and bundled up before he contracted pneumonia.

After what felt like days, your professor finally dismissed you. Sighing harshly, you smiled at Matt’s sleeping face, almost feeling guilty waking him.

“Ok, trouble, up and at ‘em.” You nudged his shoulder, catching him as he almost tumbled out of his seat with a start. “C’mon, bubs. We gotta get you home.”

“Home?” Matt slid his glasses off, rubbing at his eyes blearily.

“Yah, Matty. Back to your dorm, so you can sleep some more.” You explained, stroking a hand over his back as the students around you filed out of the lecture hall.

“But…we have class.” Matt’s lips slid into a pout, his nose scrunching in confusion.

“No, trouble, I have class. You are going to sleep off this wretched bug while I take notes for you and Fog.”

Matt grumbled, but didn’t argue further. Gently tugging on his hand, you pulled him out of his chair and out the door, holding him tightly against your side as you both braved the freezing weather.

By the time you reached his building, your jaw was stiff with concern. On an average day, Matt’s movements were graceful and calculated. As he descended into his feverish delirium, however, he began to rely more heavily on your strength to keep him from crashing to the pavement. Dragging him up the stairs, the two of you miraculously stumbled to his door without injury.

Passing you his lanyard, Matt shifted his weight to the drywall surrounding his door as you unlatched the lock and pushed into the room. The space was shrouded in darkness, a set of thick sheets draped over the window panes to block out all natural light.

Allowing your eyes to adjust, you rested a hand on Matt’s shoulder as he shuffled into the room. “Hey, Fog. Sorry to bust in unannounced. Wanted to make sure that Trouble here…” Trailing off, your strained eyes flitted over Foggy’s empty bed. Brow furrowing in confusion, you looked back to the dark haired boy for an explanation.

“Where’s Foggy, Matt?”

“Went back to Hell’s Kitchen for the week.” Frowning, Matt’s brow pinched in distress. “Thought I told you that.”

Holding back a sigh, you fiddled with the straps of your backpack as you debated how to best help the ill boy who was currently kicking his shoes off and collapsing into bed.

“Ok, bubba,” You crouched beside him, fussing with his comforter until he was properly bundled. “Have you taken anything for that fever today?”

Shaking his head, which knocked his glasses askew, Matt’s frown deepened. “Didn’t know I had to.”

“You don’t have to, but it’ll help you feel better.” Gently sliding his lenses off of his pale face before they were damaged or lost, you scanned the grim space for anything that could help. Lips twitching in satisfaction when you spotted a container of Tylenol, you handed Matt a few pills and his water bottle.

“There. That should do for now. Will you be ok if I head to class?”

A muscle in Matt’s jaw twitched as his expression turned stony. “Yes.”

Brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, you nodded hesitantly. “Ok, trouble. I’ll be back later to check on you. Call me if you need anything.”

Matt nodded, but you doubted he took your request to heart.

Shifting your backpack to your other shoulder, you sighed as the weight refused to distribute in a more comfortable way across your upper back. The fluorescent lights above you buzzed as you ran your fingers over another blanket—still unsatisfied with how soft the options were. If they weren’t perfect to you, they might not even be bearable for your friend and his sensitive skin.

Stopping at Target before returning to Matt wasn’t strictly necessary, but the boy had seemed so chilled in class, you figured he could use a nice soft throw blanket to add to his bed. You weren’t quite sure how to care for a sick person, but you had a few ideas give your own experiences.

You’d picked up soup from a local deli, printed off the notes you’d taken in class today using the braille printer, and were tossing the softest blanket you could find into your cart before hurrying to check out. Though it had only been a few hours, you were growing increasingly worried about Matt and the fact that he was all alone in his dark room, hopefully not coughing his lungs out or burning up with fever.

Setting the bagged blanket back in your passenger seat, you blew out a breath before shifting your car into drive. The city lights blurred in the corners of your vision as you jerked forward in the line of evening traffic, worming your way closer to Matt with every lift of your foot from the brake pedal. Eventually, you were able to squeeze into a well-worn parking space. Flipping open your phone, you hoped that your ill friend would be coherent enough to grant you access to the building.

After a ring, an out-of-breath Matt answered with a brief, “Hello?”

“Hey! I, uh, brought you some stuff. Are you able to let me in or should I lurk until someone leaves?” You asked distractedly, craning your neck to see if you could dash for the exit as a group of boys left.

The boy huffed a laugh, knowing you were only partially joking about waiting for entry. “I'll be down in a second, Bug. Please don't scare the regulars.“ His voice was still more stuffy than normal, but he seemed to know what was going on--which was an improvement from this morning.

You snorted in response. ”No promises, Matty. I'm impatiently awaiting your presence.“ Your voice sing-songed with the last sentence, making him groan.

”Alright, alright, I'm coming.“

Sure enough, a few minutes after he abruptly ended the call, a hoodie-clad Matthew leaned out of the door frame and waved you over. ”Hurry up, sweetheart, it's cold outside.“

Smiling at the familiar fond-exasperation and sarcasm that your friend had been lacking lately, you darted across the parking lot, squeezing his bicep as you passed. ”Maybe you should've worn a jacket, trouble.“

“Maybe I should've.” He smiled, letting the door whoosh closed behind the two of you. “You didn't have to come back, you know.” His voice shifted into a murmur, his expression becoming unreadable as he slipped his hand into your elbow thoughtlessly.

Gently bumping your hip into his, your face flooded with warmth as he smiled at the action. “Course I did, trouble. I wasn't about to leave you here to wallow in your misery alone. Being alone when sick is the worst.”

Matt shrugged as you reached the top of the stairs, panting slightly from exertion as he pushed his door open for you. “I wouldn't know.”

Smile falling, you looked back at Matt, his body turned away from you as he closed the door and slipped out of his shoes.

“What do you mean, Matty?” You wondered aloud, settling yourself on his bed and clasping your hands around the handle of the shopping bag you held as you waited for his response.

”Oh, I mean, growing up in an orphanage and all,“ Matt chuckled hollowly, keeping his face tilted away from you, his body desperately trying to stop you from seeing through his stoicism, as you always did. ”Always too many kids and too little time, the sisters couldn't exactly sit at my bedside. And I wasn't exactly popular amongst the kids, so I guess I never had anything to compare the loneliness to.“

Matt tangled his hands together, squeezing them as he spoke, as if he wasn't quite ready to sit back down.

”I mean, I'm sure my dad was good about it, but I can't really remember--“ His voice cracked off into a jagged coughing fit. Sliding from the mattress, you ushered him into a seated position.

”Careful there, trouble. Still gotta breathe.“ Rubbing his back as he caught his breath, you handed him his water bottle--grimacing when he grinned at you maniacally.

”You sure? Choking to death is pretty fun.“ He rasped, sipping the water slowly.

Scoffing through a laugh, you shook your head, planting yourself next to him on the bed. ”That's dark, trouble.“

Smirking as he finished the water, Matt gave a one-armed shrug. ”You've heard darker.“

”Touche.“ Kicking your feet like a child on a swing, you chewed the inside of your cheek. ”About what you said, Matty--“

Groaning, Matt fell backwards onto the mattress, bouncing you with his weight. He threw an arm over his face. “I was hoping we'd just move past it.”

“Were you?” You raised an eyebrow, unsure how truthful the statement was.

“I mean, nothing we can do about it now.” He muttered, his jaw tensing beneath his forearm.

“Well, that's not exactly true...” You argued, unwrapping an item from the thin plastic bag you'd hauled in. Unfurling the large square of fabric, you draped it over Matt carefully, quickly turning back to organize the rest of the supplies you'd brought. “I'll just have to teach you.”

”Teach me what?“ Matt croaked, lifting his head to allow his ears to track your movement as you bustled about, his fingers absentmindedly petting the soft blanket you'd thrown across him.

“How to be sick,” You responded matter-of-factly, not entirely alleviating Matt's confusion.

“Pretty sure I'm doing that just fine without a lesson.” Matt chuckled, gesturing to his pale face.

“Oh, you have definitely got the pathetic wallowing handled.” You nodded, returning with a container of soup and a spoon.

“Pathetic?” Matt pouted, his nose crinkling in offense.

Ignoring him, you withdrew one of his hands from the blanket envelope, placing the plastic tub into it. “I'm going to teach you how to be cared for. Lesson number one: Letting people bring you soup. It's the first step to a speedy recovery“

”These lessons feel incredibly subjective,“ Matt groused, face briefly lighting up as he placed the first spoonful of soup into his mouth, digging into the container earnestly as the taste hit his tongue.

”To the contrary, Murdock, these lessons are based firmly in statistics.“

”I'd like to review your citations.“

Pretending not to hear him, you continued. ”Lessons two and three are soft blankets and rest--two things that I know you're not familiar with, so I'm afraid to say you might not be credible to comment on the validity of these remedies.”

“My blanket is plenty soft.”

“Oh is it? I mean, I can take this back if you don't want it.” As you moved to retrieve the blanket from around him, Matt growled, hands clenching around fistfuls of the fuzzy material.

“I'm sorry, would you like to keep it?” You grinned, your smug attitude seeping into your words.

Matt feigned an eye roll. “Well if the experts think it'll help me feel less shitty, I guess it's worth a shot.”

“See, that's the spirit!”

Smiling, Matt cocked his head at you. “What's next on the syllabus, Professor?”

”This is the best part, Matty,“ You said excitedly, rummaging through your bag to find the item you were thrilled to share with him. ”Jen let me borrow her iPod! I downloaded an audiobook for us.“

Taken aback, Matt had to consciously remember to breathe before responding. ”That's...you didn't have to do that, bug.“

”I figured you'd probably be bored, sitting here without Foggy all day. And, I haven't passed the bar yet, but I'm pretty sure it's illegal to do homework when you feel like crap.“

Matt shook his head with a small laugh. ”What book is it?“

”It's called The Alchemist. I read it with my mom last year when she was undergoing treatment. I think you'll like it.“

”Thank you, sweetheart.“ Matt could feel a flush spreading over his cheeks that was unrelated to his current fever. Feeling entirely exposed and vulnerable, he took a leap. ”I...uh, I really didn't enjoy being by myself this afternoon. I'm happy that you came back.“

”Of course, Matty.” You murmured, stroking stray wisps of hair from his forehead. “I never want you to be alone if you don't want to be. I'll always come back to you.”

The heaviness of that statement didn’t escape either of you. Sitting in silence for a moment, Matt was unsure whether he wanted to laugh or cry.

“Even if you're ridiculously grumpy when sick.” You sighed dramatically, shaking your head.

Your stupid joke decided his next move, startling a laugh from his mouth. ”I'm not that bad, am I?“

”I guess we'll find out, won't we?“ You giggled. ”But don't worry, I'm not easily scared off.“

Maybe you should be. His brain immediately supplied. Praying his face didn’t betray the immense doubt that abruptly smacked him upside the head, he focused on the feather-light touch of your fingers in his hair.

Before his mind could spiral any further, you spoke again. “If you ever need space, say the word and I'll be gone. It has been recently brought to my attention that I'm not great at taking hints.” Your thighs brushed together beside him as you shifted nervously.

Frowning at your words, he leaned into you. “What do you mean, sweetheart? Who brought it to your attention?“

Huffing a bitter laugh, Matt could practically hear your walls going up as you backpedaled. ”It's nothing, Matty. I didn't mean anything by it–”

“Bug, please don't lie.” Sliding a single hand out from his blanket cocoon, he groped around until his fingers found yours, intertwining them. “Talk to me?”

Breathing deeply, you confessed. “At the Halloween party, a couple weeks ago, I heard Everett talking to his friends, they were ragging on him for being whipped or some stupid bullshit and he...fuck I can't believe I'm still upset about this.”

You scoffed at your own frustration, running a finger over Matt’s knuckles absentmindedly. “Instead of defending me, or even just saying nothing, he called me clingy. And, ever since, he, like, refuses to acknowledge me in public.”

“I'm so sorry, sweetheart.” Matt felt a familiar rage bubbling in his stomach, churning fiercely at the thought of you being so insecure because of an idiot like Everett.

“It's fine, I mean, I talked to him about it, he apologized, I just...” There was a small thunk as you leaned your head backwards against the drywall. “I dunno, clearly I can't stop thinking about it.”

“You're not clingy, bug. You're sweet and attentive and he's–” He's an idiot if he doesn't think that. He couldn’t say that, could he? God, he was too sick to be thinking this hard. “He's probably so mad at himself for saying it.” He finished. Why was he defending this asshole?

”You're probably right. I just...what if he was right?“

”He wasn't.“ Matt snarled, deflating as your touch reminded him of your fragile emotional state. ”I mean, hell, if you're clingy that would make me a parasite.“

Tutting in disapproval, you nestled closer to him.

Chuckling morosely, Matt continued. ”Fuck, bug, I mean–when you left for class, I almost lost it.“

”Aw, Matt, you should've called me.“ He could hear your brow folding in concern.

”It's fine, I mean, I've done this alone for 10 years, I don't know why it was so hard all of a sudden.“ Matt scoffed, trying not to dwell on how weak he felt for admitting that.

”Well that's probably why, isn't it? This is the first time in 10 years you've surrounded yourself with your people, trouble. Once you've found them, it's hard to let them go.“ Squeezing his hand, your lips twitched up. ”Especially when you're not at your best.“

Nodding in agreement, Matt sighed. “Sometimes, I can hear the voice of my old mentor. Telling me not to trust people, not to get attached. And, when you two aren't here, it's harder to ignore that voice, to remind myself that it's ok to...to not want to be alone.”

“Of course that's ok, bubs. No one wants to be alone, not even your asshole of a mentor.“ Matt laughed at the anger in your tone. ”I know it doesn't make up for the fact that I left, but I brought you my notes so you won't fail?“

Smiling, Matt rubbed his face into your shoulder. ”Of course you did.”

“What?” You giggled, admiring his sleepy grin.

“Nothing, bug. You're just good at this. Taking care of people.” Burying his face in your neck as your arms wrapped around him, he whispered, “I'm so happy I met you.”

“I'm happy I met you too, Matty. Wanna listen to the book as you fall asleep?”

“I'm not gonna fall asleep.” He argued, his words muffled by your shirt.

“Sure, Matty.” You adjusted so that you were properly holding him up, your hand once again taking up residence in his soft hair. The narrator began reading the book's publication details and you settled in, tipping your head until it rested against Matt’s.

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#14 - kisses and hugs (Im)possibly fate (TEXT)

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“I have to go now guys… byeeee annyeong!!” Just as you shut the live off you felt how every drop of energy drained out of your body. Your lips faded into a line trying to hold still to not fall into a frown. Your eyes became teary and you felt your breath getting shaky. Deep breaths yn. It’s okay.

“Kiranaaaaaa are you here?” You peeked into the kitchen and soon the whole house until you had to go check her room. “Knock knock? R u here kira?”

“Yep! U ready?”

“Yeah”

She came out of her room and soon plopped into the drivers seat of her new shiny car. “Damn this is cleaner than I expected” you slid your finger over the surface of the steering wheel as if you were looking for dust. “I just got it so… haven’t got time to trash it yet” “makes sense”

“Where do i drop u off?”

“Oh yk where the nearest seven eleven is, right? Drop me off there”

“At the seven eleven..?”

“Their dorm is most likely surrounded by people and i do not want to get caught near his dorm.”

“Okay smart”

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“Ty kira bye!”

“Bye! Also call me when u need a ride back! Dont be too late and call me if u need help!”

“I’ll be fine dw”

You sneaked into their backyard and knocked onto their glass door which you saw a very startled Niki through. You mouthed “i’m sorry” to him and he rolled his eyes before sliding the door open. “Where is-“ “Jungwonnn!! Your girlfriend is here” he yelled reaaallly loudly facing the direction of jungwons room. Jungwon soon sprinted out of the room to hug you tightly. “Ugh get a room.” Niki muttered as he went back to the kitchen table to eat his cereal. Jungwon placed a million soft kisses all over your head also letting out little “mwah” sounds on purpose as he hugged you softly and moved both of you back and forth slowly. “Jungwon- i cant breathe..” he chuckled and placed his hands onto your cheeks to plant the final kiss on your soft lips. For a second he just adored your face and smiled at you lovingly. “Let’s go into my room so i can kiss you in peace” he glanced at niki annoyingly and grabbed you by your wrist.

His room was cozy but messy…ish… i mean there werent clothes all over but the room was a bit unwell decorated. That didn’t matter though because he was laying on his bed with open arms and a warm smile. You took the opportunity to jump onto the bed and hug him tightly. He started kissing your cheeks and caressing your hair. “Honey look at me” you looked up at him into his soft and gentle eyes. “Youre so beautiful”

The words that usually made you smile, blush or feel butterflies now made your eyes teary and throat dryer. Your slight smile turned into a downward one and your lips started shaking. Jungwons eyes widened a little and his hands came back onto their favourite place on your cheeks. “Yn… did i do something wrong?” The poor boy looked confused and concerned. You bursted into tears and hid your face in your hands. “I-i’m sorry honey are you okay?” He pulled you into his chest to hug you as he rubbed your back and head softly. “N-no you didn’t do anything wrong…” you mumbled against his soft hoodie. He just hugged you more tightly and placed you onto his lap.

After a while your eyes started drying a bit and you sniffled once before backing away from him to smile softly. Your nose was a little red and eyes were swollen. “Im sorry won.. i ruined the night” he tilted his head with furrowed brows and still wide eyes like a deer in headlights. “No no no you didn’t it’s good that you’re here. You’re safe and you can cry. I’m here” his hands were resting on your waist and they connected together behind your back. “Do you want to talk about it or just cuddles?” He pouted at you and watched as you wiped some tears into your sleeves. “I-It’s just that… I can’t stand my job right now. My manager is a pain in the ass and i’m just ruining everything. I was so bad during our last comeback and i dragged you into this solo album dating rumour mess and- and i ruined your life too and i’m such an idiot and on top of that-“ you felt yourself being pulled into a hug again. “Yn… you are the sweetest most precious soul and I hate to think that you’ve been feeling like this because you deserve nothing but happiness and love. You haven’t ruined anything and you’re one of the most professional idols i know. You have nothing to worry about baby. Tell me, what would ease your mind right now?” He pulled away from the hug and kissed your forehead tilting his head after. “I.. i think some kisses and hugs.. and my fav movie.” You smiled through the teary eyes, red and puffed up eyes. “Anything my princess wants” he kissed your lips softly and scooted onto the back of his bed with you in his lap, letting his back hit the wall. “Make urself comfy and i’ll find the movie on my laptop” you cozied yourself on his chest and he placed a pillow on your thighs and the laptop on top of the pillow.

He was the sweetest man. His cologne wafting through the air was making you even more comfortable. When the theme song of the movie started playing your boyfriend started playing with your hair and running his hands through it.

In the middle of the movie jungwon thought he was hallucinating because of the small sound he heard. He looked over your shoulder as much as he could and then he heard the sound again— soft snores coming out of your mouth. Aw she’s so cute.. he adored you so much.. he took a 0.5 picture of you and laughed a little at it before thinking his possibilities through. A) wake you up and get you mad, B) let you sleep but you’d get mad because you’re late, C) let you sleep here the night but get you fired.

“Sweetie..?” He shook you softly and as you started opening your eyes softly he lifted you up onto his lap by your armpits. “Did u sleep well?” He smiled as he kissed your neck softly and pressed his face against the side of yours. You slightly blushed and felt embarrassed and annoyed that you had fallen asleep but you’d rarely gotten any sleep these days. “I’m sorry wonie… i-” a yawn interrupted your sentence and Jungwon chuckled at you. “I was so comfortable there… what time is it?” You turned to your boyfriend now. “It’s uhh… 22:28pm” he checked his phone before focusing all his attention back to you. “22:28pm?! Oh no i have to go home” you pouted and leaned in to hug him tightly.

“It’s okay sweetie we see each other almost daily” he laughed at the way you started clinging onto him suddenly. “You feel a little cold.. wait there..” he left the bed leaving you to lay on your stomach hugging the pillow in disappointment. “Here you go” you got up to sit on his bed until your eyes focused onto your favourite hoodie of his. Suddenly jungwon was dressing the hoodie on you. “I want you to stay warm” he smirked like always when he has something in his mind. “Jungwon… you just like seeing me in your clothes, right?” You laughed with a disappointed expression. “So what you’re cute with my oversized clothes” he shrugged and lifted you to stand up and hug him. “You like wearing my clothes too hm?” He rested his chin on top of your head and swung you two back and forth again. He loves giving these kind of hugs oml. “Yeah they’re comfy and smell like you” your hands rested on his lower back and you tried pulling away and pouted “jungwon i really need to go..”

“Okay.. just text me that you get home safely, mmkay?” He patted your head as you stopped hugging. “Yes okay… bye wonie.. i love you” he smiled as you left his room while rubbing your eyes with your hands in fists. “Love you too ynnie”

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shutit-haha · 9 months

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Rocker Bakugo pt.2

Rocker Bakugo who writes a song about you. He's angsty and pissed, rather than to admit he's in his feels he just composes this whole piece about not needing you. Low-key it's a fuckin banger.

Rocker Bakugo who keeps you as his manager. You're good at your job, he was lying about people being better than you. No one is better than you. You're the best at everything. Your great with contracts, and his temper, great at loving him, and pushing him to do better.

Rocker Bakugo who says it's only until he can find a replacement but he misses having you around. The apartment's so fucking empty and after about a week he gets fed up with only seeing you for work stuff. So he demands for you to stop by the studio, to watch and listen. (Like you used too.) You know he only misses you, but you'd be damned if you let him off easy.

Rocker Bakugo who plays the song in front of you. He's smug about it too, like he didn't practically plead for you to watch him. (Again.) You're pissed, because what an ass! So of course you make him play it again, and again, and again. After about the third time you let the rest of the band leave but not Bakugo, he has to stay.

Rocker Bakugo who's grumbling and playing shitty now because he's pissed. He's growling and playing harder than he need too. If he keeps this up he might just break something or drain himself entirely. You're a jerk though, you keep poking him and poking him.

"Do you know what you're doing," your being condescending. You speak to him as of he were incompetent and stare at him like a child.

Rocker Bakugo who feels like one. He can see his Mother's gaze right after five year old him has thrown a fit. He sees it in you and it irks him. "Of course I know what the hell I'm doing, I made the damn thing!"

"Let me see the sheet," you're in front of him now. You're standing centered in front of his drum set hand out stretched for the sheet music. Now he really does feel like a little boy. And isn't that what he is? A huffy child who misses his mommy.

"I've got it," he snarls at you, snapping slightly.

You snatch the sheet anyways returning to your spot on the wall. "Play."

"Ain't shit to read."

"You don't got it memorized," you cock a brow. "Play."

"I will dammit!"

Rocker Bakugo who fucks it up. "Do it again." You command him knowing that the poor boy is tired.

"I can't," he mumbles.

"What?"

"I said I can't!" His chest is rising and falling way too quickly, his hair covers his face as to prevent you from seeing his eyes. His arms sag from how sore they are, and there's a slight shake too him. "I'm fuckin' tired, can't keep doing this shit."

"Then I need a new cash cow."

His head snaps forward, eyes meeting yours with a nasty glare. "You know damn well I can't play when you take away the sheet music."

You took a step forward, "you made the damn thing. Figured with how proud and confident you were in it, it'd be hard to forget."

"You're being a b-" He sucks air in through his teeth, slamming down his sticks and tilting his head back so he can breathe.

"Oh but you can turn me into a song? I don't want to be some jingle for a monster energy can Bakugo." You're halfway to him, only a couple steps left. "Do it again."

"I can't."

"Again Bakugo."

"I'm fuckin' tired."

Rocker Bakugo who knows you're still mad at him. He doesn't know how to make it up to you, he doesn't even know how to start.

Rocker Bakugo who tries anyways. He picks up the sticks and starts playing your favorite song. Your gaze softens, it isn't enough but it works for now. The both of you are so tired, you hate sleeping alone and that scene just keeps playing in his head.

His voice is hoarse and dry so when he sings its awful, but it makes you laugh. You're humming with him, just content to be in the same space without all that tension. "I know you're not out to get me, I trust you. Sometimes being at the top-"

"Means you forget to be grounded," the two of you speak in unison.

"Works the other way too," you start. "When you're always looking up, you forget there's trouble even in the stars. Constellations tell stories of heartbreak and death, and all I can think of is-"

"Walking on the clouds," he finishes for you. There's a smug little smirk on his face, pleased that he can still remember that line of yours.

"You gonna behave drummer boy?" Your hand cups his cheek, "gonna keep playing the beat to my heart."

He kisses your palm, and sets the sticks down. "Read over the thingy, was a lot better than I originally thought it was."

"I don't know who told you it wasn't."

"Kaminari had overheard something from the other negotiation team and made a dumbass assumption."

"And you believed it?"

"Was blindsided, sweetheart."

"You owe me."

"I know," he grabs at your waist. "Just come home," his other hand covers the one you have on his cheek.

Rocker Bakugo who has to have make-up sex with you. It's part of your dynamic. When the two of you were in high school you used argue over the smallest of things just so that you could bang afterward. As you guys went to college it became a little more difficult, having to learn that sex didn't make up for communication. Though the two of you struggle with words, you've definitely gotten better. And well any progress is progress.

Rocker Bakugo who some how ends up underneath you. When you said he owed you he didn't expect edging to be the price. Yet here he was in a dopey cow headband, with leather cuffs on each wrist as you edge him till he breaks.

Rocker Bakugo who's too lost in his orgasm to notice you taking a picture. It's deserved though, you'll just count it as part of the punishment.

#bakugou katsuki #x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #rocker #Rocker Bakugo #smut #happy ending

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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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hi bo im considering supernatural conquerer au yet again. considering an intruder somehow making it past johnny into ghost and vamp princess's chamber but before ghost can react she just. sinks her teeth in and drains the guy dry. normally he'd be mad at her for breaking the no drinking anyone but johnny or simons blood rule but, well, she did just save him and she is very happy and cuddly now that she's full. she's practically purring for him now. she didn't even scratch him when he pulled her in for a kiss! lets him pet and coo at her and everything! (also simon, like anybody with taste, likes a woman covered in blood) maybe he can let it go. just this once. since she's being good. (readers not in trouble but johnny on the other hand. johnny definitely is about to be punished.)

one of my faaaavorite pieces of vampire lore is vampires getting high off of blood, it's just so good

i actually don't have a toooon of interest in writing supernatural conqueror au, just because i think there's enough going on in regular conqueror au lol, but there are some gems in that au

in this scenario, i loooove the image of reader boneless and pliant in ghost's arms while ghost praises her & threatens johnny with all his upcoming punishments <3 pets over her head, laughs and stuffs a pillow in her mouth to keep her from biting, all the while he's telling johnny how he's gonna make him suffer for not protecting them properly <3

(poor johnny is torn between being angry at you and angry at himself and terrified, baby boy just wants to be good :()

#asks and answers #conqueror ghost au

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Raichiii your writing is so gooodd!!! You're talented hehehe. Anyway I have a sudden funny idea that i'll be very grateful if you can turn into fic. I'm thinking the league of villain kidnap bakugou (just like in the anime), to persuade bakugou to join the LOV. Luckily the pro hero hawks is there (in disguise just like in the anime also)! Because hawks scared that LOV will use persuasion method that will harm bakugou, hawks adviced & suggested tickling instead because it's harmless lol Lee bakugou, lers hawks & LOV (platonic & no foot tickling if possible), have a nice dayy!!

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My Hero Academia: An alternative solution.

You lot just loooove seeing him suffer, don't ya? XD Same 0-0 Sorry for the lack of some lov characters, I'm not sure about writing for those guys just yet 🫣

Summary: Tiggle fic. Bakugo has once again been captured by the LOV, now under the name Paranormal Liberation Front. Things look dire for the teen until a certain familiar bird-looking hero shows up to subtly aid the kidnapped victim.

Lee Bakugo, Lers Hawks, Dabi, Toga, Twice.

Tw: Mild swearing, possible spoilers, mentions of knifes, restraints, over-stimulation

12/02/23

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"I say we drain him dry~ After losing a couple of pints I'm sure he'd be more willing to cooperate." Himiko grinned, pressing the flat of her knife against Bakugos chin, lifting his head towards the light. He was still a little groggy from whatever they'd managed to shoot him with. It could have been another quirk, but that didn't matter right now.

"Naaah, after the trouble he caused last time, we should burn the message into him. Make sure it leaves a lasting reminder of who he's up against if he doesn't want to join." Dabi chuckled, raising a small ember to the side of the ash blonde's face. The heat just licking his skin.

Bakugo just glared back, unable to move. They had the poor boy strapped into a different kind of chair this time. The seat part was normal, but the upper half of the chair was 'T' shaped, with his arms stretched out to the sides along the frame. Buckles along his upper arms, elbows and wrists held him firmly in place, with his hands trapped inside some kind of quirk nullifying blocks. They must've gotten this tech from ReDestro. He felt exposed. Only wearing his black tee, pyjama shorts and sneakers.

There were more straps, one across his chest, one on each thigh and another one holding each ankle. He was stuck good. They definitely had more painful plans for the boy this time.

"No!" Twice joined. "Let's just break every bone! Start with his toes- No this is far too cruel- He has it coming!"

"Woooah, woooah, everyone just take a breather, hey?" A cool voice interrupted, Dabi giving an irritated huff as he turned towards the voice. "The fuck are you doing here, Hawks?"

Hawks? Bakugos eyes snapped wide open, staring in disbelief. It's Hawks. He's really here. With the PLF. Why? What's he up to?

Hawks stepped in, smiling casually at the boy. "Long time no see, Bakugo." He waved.

"Hawks... The hell are you doing with-"

"All will be explained later, kid. Now, this is quite the tricky situation you've found yourself in, ain't it?" He chuckled, circling the chair in which Bakugo was bound. "Naww, look, they really did a number on you didn't they? All sleepy. Bless." He placed a hand on Bakugos back, pressing gently in a pattern, using code to let him know he was safe.

Toga frowned, pointing her knife again. "We just wanna convert him. He should be on our side! He's not as cute as Deku, but he is strong."

"Convert and befriend him by.... hurting him?" Hawks questioned with a raised brow. Bakugo gave him a side glance, wondering what he was up to.

"Uh, yeah? How else are we supposed to make him join us?" Twice hummed.

Hawks chuckled, ruffling Bakugos hair. "Well, what's one thing 99% of teen boys have in common that we could use?"

"No fire resistance."

"They need most of their blood?"

"Lack of oxygen will turn them blue!"

"All correct, but I was thinking something a little more, harmless." Hawks smiled, circling the blonde again, stopping behind him this time.

"Something, to reeeally make him regret not joining~" Two gloved hands flexed by Bakugos exposed sides, making him tense up.

"Hawks? What the fuck are you- Ghk!" He flinched, immediately trying to hold his breath as he felt the awful sensation of fingers skittering up and down his sides. He pulled on the restraints, desperately trying to stifle his giggling.

Dabi tilted his head. "Tickling? Are you serious?"

"Ah-hah~" Hawks nodded, resting his chin on Bakugos shoulder, casually continuing to lightly tickle the boy. "Think about it, you want him to join you, right? So, instead of using pain that will just make him sour towards us and our goals, why not use something that will, instead, make him smile?"

Toga crouched between Bakugos legs, leaning in to see his flustered expression as he tried to hide. "Hmmm... Good point." She nodded, a small grin growing on her cheeks. "I do like watching him wriggle like this. It must be humiliating." She rested her head on his knee, starting to drag her nails up and down the inside of his bare thigh, making his leg shudder.

Bakugo couldn't believe what was happening. This wasn't real. It had to be a dream. He shook his head, scrunching his eyes shut, still desperate not to laugh. "Rh- S-Stop it-!"

"What was that? You're gonna have to speak up a little buddy." Hawks cooed, blowing into the blonde's ear, making him yelp as he bundled his shoulders up. "You're so dead!" He threatened, biting his lip again.

Toga smirked, bringing her other set of nails to his exposed knees, reverse pinching on the caps. "You look silly~" She grinned.

"The sooner you give up, the sooner this will stop." Hawks nodded.

"Lemme try!- I'll kill the brat, with laughter!" Twice hopped over, standing by the side and started to poke at Bakugos tummy, enjoying the muffled giggling that followed.

He won't break. He won't! Not now. Not ever-!

"Coochie, coochie, coooo~ C'mon buddy, we're all friends here." Hawks jeered, holding two of his longer feathers, slipping them into the short sleeves of Bakugos shirt, ever so lightly brushing and swirling against his vulnerable underarms.

"Gh-! Shihit! Ah- Mmh! No! Rh! Noho! HahAH!" He was on the edge. Right on the brink of bursting.

"You guys are so bad at this." Dabi smirked, standing over Toga, leaning in and starting to claw at Bakugos ribs. He wasn't starting soft like the others. He wanted to crush this UA student.

"AAAAH! Nahaha! Aha-! No! Nohohoho! AHAHA!"

"There she blows~!" Hawks teased, continuing his underarm torment.

"Ahahaha! S-Stahap! Hawks! God danm ihihit! HAHA!"

Toga switched up her tickling, matching Dabis ruthless energy as she pressed her thumbs on his inner thighs, feeling the muscles tense and wobble in panic. "Hmmm, not as cute as Dekus thighs. But this is still fun~"

"Gehet off! Get off my thihighs! StAHAHA!" This wasn't like any tickling he had experienced before. All these spots being attacked at once, it was crazy. Maybe a little enjoyable for the time being. But crazy. Twice rolled up Bakugos shirt, tucking it under the chest strap, leaving his belly and ribs exposed.

"Wow, he's buff!- And all ours." The two-bit man smiled, starting to shake his fingers into the exposed tummy, earning a bout of boyish giggling before the hysterics descended again. "Stahap! I-I'll never-! AHAHAHA! NEHEHEVER!"

"Oh yes you wiiiill~ Or we're just going to tickle you pink!" Hawks smiled, glad that he'd managed to make sure they at least didn't hurt the boy. He looked at Bakugos face, red as a tomato, tears pooling in the corners of his tightly shut eyes and a big smile on his face.

"Move your hands, Twice!" Toga suddenly yelled, licking her lips as she took a deep breath, plunging against Bakugos belly, blowing a round of short, fuzzy raspberries.

Bakugo all but melted, unable to do anything but flinch and squirm, his entire body filled with a flurry of tingles. "Stop, stop, stop! Stahap! STAHAHAHAP!"

Hawks sent out a few smaller feathers, all starting to tickle around Bakugos ears, neck and collarbone, freeing his hands for other places. "Let's seeeee. A little birdy, not me another bird, told me that there's a little secret spot. Bakugos off button. Where oh where was it?" He teased, knowing exactly where it was.

"Don't! Hawks, Hawks plehease! I can't tahAHAHA! AAAAAH-!"

"Bingo~" Hawks chuckled, drilling his fingers into the so-called off button. Just above his ribs, below his underarms. It did indeed turn the poor boy off. His laughter fell silent, only growing loud again when he needed to inhale.

The tickling went on like this for a while. Tears dripped onto Bakugos rolled-up shirt as he cried with laughter, his body drenched in sweat. With Hawks taking care of his vulnerable spot, Twice on his tummy, Dabi wrecking his ribs and Toga squeezing at his thighs and knees, along with Hawks damned feathers. He wasn't sure he could take much more.

"Okay-.... Ahaha! O-Okahay! Stahap! Hawks! Please! Plehehease! Please stahap! AHA! MEHERCY!" He cried out, feeling himself start to panic. His hair sticking to his forehead, getting in his eyes. They weren't stopping. They really weren't stopping.

"Fuhuhuck! AHAHA! PLEHEASE! STAHAhahap!" His throat became hoarse, his mind filling with fog.

Finally, after almost an hour, the tickling finally stopped. Bakugo's head slumped forward as he gasped for air. Exhausted. Hawks stayed with him after the other members left. He gently brushed the hair from Bakugos eyes. "You did great kid, you just rest, we'll talk later."

Bakugo was too tired to argue, he just gave hawks a glare before closing his eyes, still trying to catch his breath.

What happened after that was a mystery, next thing Bakugo knew, he was waking up back in his bed at the dorms. He didn't care what Hawks was up to, he knew there was a reason he was with the villains that night. And he was still too tired to think about it right now. He sighed, curling up underneath his warm blankets, drifting off to sleep again.

#bnha #mha #sfw tickling community #bakugo tickles #bakugo katsuki #bnha tickle fic #mha tickles #rachi roo

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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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Please give ghe more unhinged thoughts, theyre amazing

“There we go~ good boy, such a good boy for me” Alex praises, stroking up Sebastian’s cock slowly “Gotta get every last drop from you. Can’t have my baby’s tasty milk going to waste can we?”

Sebastian whimpers, sobbing as he bites down on the gag between his teeth. His hips jerk and try to dislodge the jock, but it’s no use, he’s so weakened and drained that all it does is amuse the man.

“I know, I know, feels too good huh? Hmph you’re so cute like this. Cumming in my hand and being so pretty for me” Alex continues to praise and admire, slowing his ministrations for a moment to soak in the sight.

Poor Sebastian was exhausted, terrified, and confused. Alex is sure Sam has never given him a good time like this, it might as well be Sebastian’s first! Sam has no idea how to touch a man like Sebby, how to make him melt and moan like a good boy.

“Sams never touched you like this has he? Maybe dry humped and called it a day, but he’s never touched you like you needed” Alex bites out, slowly spreading Sebastian’s legs as he licks up his sensitive shaft. “Mmm I can make you feel so good. I can do every nasty thing you can think of, and more. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it!”.

The gag is taken out with a soft tug, and Sebastian catches his breath, tears forming in his eyes as his sore throat tries to form words. “Just- please I’m sorry for whatever I did! Alex I-I don’t know what I did I’m sorry!”

Alex just hushed him softly, stealing a kiss as he rubs his hands over his chest. “Shh shh shh baby, you didn’t do anything wrong at all! It’s the other people who pushed me to my limit. I hate how they treat you, make you upset. It’s why I had to snatch you up”

Sebastian was about to sob again, but chokes and tenses when he feels Alex’s warm, wet tongue sliding over his hole. “Mmm my sweet baby, being so neglected. Such a pretty hole, needing my attention” he moans, pulling Sebastian’s cheeks apart even more to slither his tongue inside and hold him open.

“Ungh! Alex no! No please! A-ah!” The bound man moans, pathetically fighting as Alex just holds him still, tongue fucking his tight hole as he groans and growls obscenities. “Fuck yes, cute little hole begging for me”.

Fingers join in on the assault, abusing the gummy, velvet walls and bundle of nerves, Sebastian’s body wound tight like a bow as he babbles and begs. “No! No no ugh- please fuck! It’s-its too much please!”

Alex just milks his walls, sucking on his balls as he pumps his fingers in and out. “You got this baby, you can do this! Pushing your limits is hard but great for you” he punctuates his point with a kiss to his weeping cock, grinning as he watches precum drool from the tip.

“Cum. Cum for me and give me that delicious load baby. C’mon, I can feel you squeezing! Cum! Fuck yes, cum for me baby!”

Sebastian cries, tears rolling down his face as he’s forced into another orgasm, spilling across his abdomen and chest as the jock licks it up with psychotic glee.

“P-please…please” Sebastian weakly croaked, eyes red and swollen with tears as his wrists are rubbed raw. Alex just cooes, kissing the sore skin while wiping back his sweat soaked hair. “Alright alright. You were so good for me, I can give you a break. I need to feed my baby anyway, you haven’t been eating enough!”

Sebastian’s heart sinks as he’s readjusted on the bed, with metal instead of rope this time. “You just rest here ok? I’ll get some stuff from Gus and make sure you have more vitamins. Then I can bathe you! I’ll be back babe, get some sleep”

((Mkay this was dumb I’m sorry sksksk -Mommabean))

#Alex x Sebastian #alex stardew valley #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere stardew valley #mommabean

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field-s-of-flowers · 18 days

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will you tell me about the Hadestown romance?

So there are actually two romantic love stories in Hadestown! The one you’re probably thinking of is Orpheus and Eurydice. Orpheus is described as:

“A poor boy/but he had a gift to give.”

Orpheus is a singer and a poet and an idealist. He’s also a demigod, the son of a muse and just generally “touched by the gods” in regard to his music (some versions of the myth also have him as the son of Apollo, making him even more divine, but that has nothing to do with the show). He’s very neurodivergent-coded (not just a widely-held headcanon, it’s semi-canon at this point), and his main thing is that he’s “working on a song” to fix the environmental problems of the world of the play, which is pretty messed up seasonally. Speaking of which, Eurydice is:

“A hungry young girl/a runaway from everywhere she’d ever been.”

Eurydice, at the start of a show, is Orpheus’s polar opposite. She’s a vagrant, and she’s been hurt, and she’s cynical and rough around the edges. She’s one of the victims of the environmental destruction that Orpheus is trying to fix, and when she meets him, they immediately connect. Over the course of their romance, he tells her that his song will bring the world back into tune, and she believes it just as much as he does. He glows in her sight, and she melts in his arms.

And then winter comes, and Orpheus keeps working on his song, and Eurydice loses her faith in him. She knows he’s trying to bring the world into tune, but in the meantime, she’s starving and freezing. In a moment of desperation, she pays the ferryman and heads down to the warm, dry, hellish underworld Hadestown. She accepts death, in every sense of the word.

Orpheus hears about this, and he feels such incredible guilt and grief and remorse that he goes down to Hadestown (which, btw, is an underground factory where only the truly desperate go and where no one has ever come back from and that is pretty much hell) to get her back and fix the love he’s broken. He risks everything to go to hell for her.

And sure enough, he charms the barriers open and lulls hellhounds to sleep with his song. Orpheus finds Eurydice and promises her (as he does at the beginning of the play) that he’ll take her home to make things right. He sings his song for Hades and Persephone, the king and queen of the underworld, and they agree to let the lovers go - as long as Eurydice walks behind Orpheus, and Orpheus doesn’t turn around to see Eurydice.

Eurydice, against all odds, is hopeful that Orpheus will lead her out of Hadestown. Every time she’s been down, he’s been there for her, and she has no reason to think he’d leave her behind now. She trusts him, like she’s never trusted anyone. But the first loss of Eurydice and the journey down to Hadestown have drained Orpheus of the idealism he had at the outset. Just as she’s learned to trust, he’s learned not to, and doubt comes in. He thinks - feels - knows the gods have tricked him, that Eurydice isn’t behind him, that the world isn’t in tune and never will be.

Orpheus turns around. Eurydice goes back to hell. There was never any other way the song could go.

God only knows why we keep singing it.

#soph’s posts #soph’s askbox #hadestown #Summy tag #Orphydice #This was half summary half fic #But that’s the vibe #They’re sooooooooooo Griddlehark coded also #Harrow is very Orpheus Gideon is very Eurydice

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Whumptober day 30- bridal carry

You should read day 25 and day 28 to get a better understanding of what’s happening :>

Anyways, I don’t like this one, so just take it so I don’t have to look at it anymore. I hope you like it more than I do 👍

Uh, no warnings, this one is very chill, just mostly mentions of what happened in day 28 and day 25, also some mentions of racism.

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Time opened his eyes and squinted at the sun peeking through the trees. He groaned as he sat up and noticed the others were with him. Well… not everyone. Warriors, Sky, Spirit, Legend, Wild, Age, and Minish were missing from the group, but the rest were all huddled up near him, still unconscious. Time licked his chapped lips and noted the familiar sensation of feeling hot and dry. They must’ve been in a desert of some kind, and as Time observed his surroundings more, he noted that the desert was awfully familiar. He stood up, accidentally causing Windy’s head to slip off his legs. His head hit the sand and he woke up, rubbing his head.

“Sorry Windy,” Time mumbled, helping him stand up.

“Where are we?” He asked, looking around at the others who were beginning to stir.

“I have a feeling we’re in Gerudo desert. Be on guard.”

Windy looked at Hyrule in concern, who was still unconscious.

“How is he?” Time asked.

Windy shook him a little, but Hyrule remained still. “He’s not waking up. I’m worried about him.”

Time frowned at the unconscious boy. The scratch on his chest seemed to have healed up thanks to the red potion Windy gave him, but he wasn’t sure if the magic draining poison was still in his system. They needed help. He lifted him up gently into his arms and started walking further into the valley.

“We need help. Maybe the Gerudo are nearby.”

Time marched into the valley without waiting for the others to fully wake up. They followed him reluctantly, but soon they were all awake and close by his side, protecting him and Hyrule in his arms. He was cautious as he observed the valley, it looking more and more familiar as he trekked through it. Though he rarely returned to it after his adventure, he couldn’t help but feel like this was his Gerudo desert. But that couldn’t be it, there’s no way. As much as Time hoped it was the case, there was no way getting back home was that easy.

Was it?

Time heard rocks tumbling down a cliff side and he froze, looking around him. The others stopped as well and began to pull out their weapons, but Time’s warning gaze caused them to pause.

“Is anyone there?” Time called out, holding Hyrule tighter. “We need help. Our friend is hurt, he won’t wake up.”

It was silent, then a Gerudo with a bow aiming towards them stepped out from a cluster of rocks. The others pulled out their shields but Time gave them another warning look.

“You’ll need to find somewhere else to go, voe,” the Gerudo yelled out, stepping cautiously towards them. “We have something far too precious here for you to be welcome here. I am sorry.”

Twilight stepped out next to Time. “Please. He’s just a kid! We’ll be in and out of your hair as soon as he’s better!”

“No! That is my final answer! I’m sorry, but I cannot allow you to come into Gerudo valley at this time.”

Time clutched Hyrule tighter, desperation getting a hold of him. He went to open his mouth, but someone spoke before he did.

“Risa, that poor boy needs help,” a familiar voice said from the group of Gerudo. “We can let them in, it’s ok.”

Time gasped as a pregnant woman stepped out, with fiery red hair tied in a yellow bandana, sharp blue eyes that stared at him lovingly, and dimples on her cheeks that appeared when she smiled at him.

“Malon,” he said, almost shocked, and her beautiful laugh made his heart soar. He gave Hyrule to Twilight and ran to his wife, who was crying tears of joy.

“Oh Link!” She cried, wrapping him in a hug. Time didn’t say anything, he just buried his face in her hair. Goddesses he forgot how good she smelled. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I’ve been so worried about you,” Time muttered, hugging her as tightly as he could without hurting her.

“You are the baby’s father?” Risa asked, and the two moved away from each other.

“Risa, this is my husband, Link,” Malon said, wrapping her arm around his waist. Risa stared at Time for a moment, then nodded.

“I see. The missing husband has returned.” Risa glanced at the other heroes who looked confused. “Normally, voe wouldn’t be allowed in Gerudo desert, but this is an exception. As for the boys—“

“I can’t leave them alone,” Time said quickly, gesturing to Hyrule. “He needs help, please.”

Malon gave Risa a look and she groaned.

“Fine. But as soon as that voe feels better, they’ll need to leave, understand?”

Time looked at Malon, then at the other heroes. They gave him a nod, and he sighed.

“Alright.”

Risa nodded and walked away, leaving the others to follow her.

“Link,” Malon started, glancing at the other heroes behind them, “we have a lot we need to talk about.”

Time grinned and nodded. “We do.”

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“Your friend is completely drained of all his magic,” the Gerudo healer stated, observing the unconscious Hyrule. “We need to hope that he can wake up on his own, just so we can give him a magic potion.”

Green nodded silently, watching Hyrule’s pale face as all the rest of the heroes shifted in the cramped room. All except Time of course, who was with his wife.

“How long will it take for him to wake up?” Twilight asked, holding Hyrule’s limp hand. The healer only shrugged.

“Not sure, he seems to be dangerously low on magic, it could take days for him to wake up.”

Twilight frowned, and Windy ran his hand through his hair.

“That sucks,” The young sailor muttered, and Blue shrugged.

“That stupid puppet did a number on him.”

“Will he at least be alright?” Red asked, worry in his voice. The healer shrugged again.

“This level of magic loss is dangerous, if we’re unlucky, he may succumb to his exhaustion.”

The group made different sounds of worry and concern over their traveling friend, who remained unmoving.

“I know you voe are worried, but it’s rather crowded in here, I need space to work. I will do whatever I can for him, I promise,” the healer said firmly yet gently. Twilight nodded and stood up, gesturing for the others to follow him. Everyone reluctantly followed him, looking around at the desert where other Gerudo women watched them.

“Well, now what?” Windy asked. “Time is with his wife, Hyrule is dying, we can’t really do anything here since we’re always being watched… I don’t know what to do.”

Twilight titled his head. “Well, someone should keep an eye on Hyrule, just to make sure he’s ok.”

“But the healer lady told us to leave.”

“That’s because we were all in there. I’m sure with just one person she won’t have an issue with it.”

Windy pouted but gave a determined nod, and headed back to where Hyrule was. Vio stepped up to Green and Twilight.

“Do you think we’re in any danger? The puppeteer is the reason why we’re here. He could attack us any second.”

“Then it sounds like we need someone to keep an eye out,” Twilight said with a grin. Green gave him a nod.

“The four of us will keep an eye out for the puppeteer! We’ll get you if we notice anything.”

“Good. Get going you four.”

Green nodded at his brothers and he marched towards the borders of Gerudo, but he stopped. “What will you do, Twi?”

The rancher shrugged. “I guess I’ll keep an eye on things as well, the puppeteer could attack from both sides. Now git.”

Twilight waved him away and Green smiled slightly. He gestured for the other colors to follow him, and they all went their separate ways.

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“So… this puppeteer guy kidnapped you and a bunch of heroes for… what reason?”

Time shrugged as Malon stared at him concerned. “None of us really know, but he’s been hunting us down. “

Malon glared and rested her head against his shoulder, getting more and more upset.

“Why… if I ever see him I swear I’ll make him pay!” She shot back up, fury in her voice. “It’s not right to tear people from their homes! I’ve been so worried about you! If he ever hurt you I’ll… oh I’ll do unspeakable things!”

Time chuckled and brought her back down to his shoulder. “It’s ok, dear, we’re gonna find him and take care of him. Now relax, think about the baby.”

Malon huffed and rubbed her stomach, looking upset. “Link, you don’t understand, it was really hard for me without you. I—I thought you were in danger and I couldn’t do anything… I was just… so alone.”

Time gave her a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry, Malon. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“It’s not your fault. I just… it’s been hard.”

“I know, dear. I know.” Time buried her in a hug which she leaned into, clutching his shirt tightly. “At least you had Talon there.”

Malon stiffened and sat up. “N-no, I didn’t have dad.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dad he… he disappeared as well, and then Ingo took the ranch and kicked me out… that’s why I’m here, in Gerudo because I had nowhere else to go!”

Time sat up, staring at Malon in shock.

“Talon is missing?”

“Yes! He went missing and Ingo kept saying how he was gone and he took the ranch!”

Time blinked at her. “He… he actually did that? Without Ganondorf?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Malon looked down, playing with Time’s hair. “Do you think… Do you think the puppeteer guy stole dad?”

“I don’t know, I never saw Talon… goddesses, Malon I—“ Time pulled her into a hug that she leaned into, tears pouring out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry Malon.”

He held her as she cried silently, rubbing her back. “Why didn’t the Gerudo do something about Ingo?” He asked after a moment. “Surely stealing the ranch would’ve been bad enough for them to do something.”

Malon sniffed and rubbed her eyes. “No Link, think about it, if a bunch of Gerudo stole the ranch back from Ingo, who do you think the Hylian guard would side with?”

Time looked down sadly. It was a sad reality of things. Nobody trusted the Gerudo, they lumped them in with Ganondorf, assuming that they all shared his beliefs and ambitions. Being anywhere with Hylians was dangerous for them, leaving all of them to stay in the hot and dry desert. It wasn’t fair to them. He sighed again and rested his head against Malon’s.

“I promise, Malon, I’ll get Lon Lon back. Ingo won’t get away with this.”

Malon was silent for a moment as they held each other. “I missed you Link,” she whispered, and Time laid down with her still in his arms.

“I missed you too.”

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Leon looked around as the world around him got less green and more brown. The dry air and hot weather was an indication that they were getting closer to Gerudo desert, and he was getting uneasy. He wasn’t sure how the Gerudo were in Talon’s era. In his own era, they were trying to make up for what their leader did years ago, and though they were respectful to the Hylians, they didn’t trust them fully when they waltzed into their territory. With three Hylians walking into the desert, he didn’t know how these Gerudo would react.

“Uh, boys,” Talon started, wringing his hands, “just a fair warnin’, the Gerudo may not like our presence here…”

“What do you mean?” Rusl asked.

“Well, they’ve been wary about Hylians after Ganondorf got exposed for bein’ crazy. I just don’t wanna get arrested by them, is all.”

Rusl stopped walking and gave Talon a look. “Ok… ok… before we do possibly get arrested, are we sure that Malon is here?”

“I don’t know where else she would be! We’ve looked everywhere in Kakariko and castle town. I doubt she’d be able to get to Zora’s domain, and Kokiri forest ain’t a place for Hylians.” Talon sighed. “She has to be here.”

Rusl hummed and continued walking. “I get that she’s part Gerudo, but would they still mistaken her for a Hylian?”

“Probably, but I’m hoping that her being pregnant will help her case. Motherhood is sacred to the Gerudo people, they would never leave a pregnant woman to fend for herself, Gerudo or not.”

Rusl still looked uneasy, but he didn’t say anything further. It was silent as they walked, but Leon heard a noise and he stopped, looking behind him as he got the feeling that they weren’t alone.

“Hey,” he started, going to stop his friends, “wait I think we’re—“

“Hold it right there!”

Leon flinched as several Gerudo surrounded the men, pointing their spears at them. Rusl and Talon took a step back, raising their hands defensively.

“Wait, I just need to see if my daughter is here!” Talon called out.

One of the Gerudo stepped up, keeping her spear pointed at the men. “Voe are not allowed in Gerudo. Normally we’d throw you all in the dungeon, but today is an exception, you should consider yourselves lucky. Now leave.”

“P-please, I just need to know if my daughter Malon is here,” Talon begged, “she’s pregnant and I don’t know where she is.”

The Gerudo stayed still for a moment, glaring at the farmer, but she eased up. “You’re the missing father?”

“I—yes—yes I am!”

The Gerudo looked at Leon and Rusl and frowned. “Who are these two?”

“They’re my friends.”

The Gerudo frowned again, studying the two, her yellow eyes piercing into the men.

“Wait a second!” A smaller voice called out, and Leon gasped when a small boy with long blonde hair popped out.

“Link!” His voice cracked as he said it, relief and disbelief overwhelming him as he saw his son, the boy he’s been searching for relentlessly for weeks. Link’s eyes began to tear up when he saw Leon, but before he ran to him, three more Links came out, watching him cautiously. Leon was taken aback, but he quickly got over it. The four sword disappeared with Link, it made sense that he was split now. The first one he saw was Red, and Green looked relieved as well, but Vio and Blue looked to be distrusting towards him.

“Oh… father!” Red cried, running to Leon, ignoring Blue calling out his name. Leon couldn’t hold back the laugh as he was hugged by Red. Green and Vio walked over, and soon the first knight was bombarded with hugs. The only one who didn’t move was Blue, who was glaring at them.

“Guys! How do we know this is our father! It could be the puppeteer playing tricks on us!” He shouted, pulling out his sword. Leon looked at Blue in surprise, but remembered that everyone was brought here thanks to the puppeteer. It was no wonder why he was hesitant.

“Link—I mean— Blue, I’m not a puppet,” Leon said gently, but firmly.

“That’s something a puppet would say!”

“Well what would a non-puppet say?”

Blue paused for a second, watching him with his icy blue eyes. He huffed.

“What’s something only Father would know?”

Leon stared at him, then stared at the others. He took in a shaky breath and let it out.

“When Vaati put me in that trance, you boys wanted to blast your force at me. But no one was brave enough to do it, they didn’t want to hurt me. All except you, Blue. You blasted all your force at me, and it hurt, but it woke me up. I was able to keep myself from hurting you boys because of the pain, and I’m so grateful for your bravery to do that.” Leon stared at him firmly, then smiled warmly. “I know it’s you asking me if I was upset about you doing that to me. But I just want you to know that I never was, and I never will be. I look at that scar with pride, for you, for all of you. I love you, Blue.”

Blue’s glare softened and he put his sword down. He slowly walked over to Leon and leaned his head against his stomach. Leon let out a laugh and gathered all four boys into his arms, giving them all a squeeze. The boys all started crying as they hugged him, and Leon nearly choked up as well.

“Goddesses, I’m so glad you’re all alright,” he mumbled into Blue’s hair, and Red gave out a sob.

“We’ve missed you father,” he cried, his bottom lip trembling. Leon smiled and ran his hand through his hair.

“I’ve missed you too. I’ve been looking everywhere for you boys, I’m so glad that I finally found you.”

Vio pulled away, giving Leon a look. “How are you here, Father? Was it the puppeteer?”

Leon sighed and gave a nod. “He’s been nothing but a nuisance to us all.”

Vio made a face and went back to hugging him, resulting in a chuckle from Leon. He looked up and found Rusl and Talon smiling at him, and he cleared his throat, standing up where his sons were in front of him.

“Rusl, Talon, these are my boys.”

“I thought you only had one son?” Talon tilted his head in confusion. Green stepped up and showed off his four sword.

“This is the four sword, it helped Link split into four people. I’m Green, obviously,” he gestured to his green tunic, “That is Blue, Vio, and Red. It’s really easy to remember our names.”

Rusl laughed. “Well, hopefully none of us are color blind!”

Green smiled and Leon wrapped his arms around his sons. “Boys, this is Rusl and Talon. They’re my…. They’re my friends.”

Rusl smiled gently at Leon, and the first knight looked away as his face grew hot.

“I didn’t know you could make friends, father,” Blue said softly.

“Blue!”

Everyone started laughing as Leon grumbled, causing Blue to give small apologies to him. Rusl gave a few chuckles before turning to the Gerudo.

“Does that mean,” he started out softly, “that my boy is here too?”

One of the Gerudo stepped up. “I’m not sure, but you can’t come in, I’m sorry. Only the father may enter since his daughter is here, but that is it.”

Rusl frowned and took a step back. Talon rested his hand on his shoulder.

“It’s alright, Rusl. I’ll get all the Links that are here back to you,” he assured, and Rusl silently nodded. Talon smiled and was escorted further into the desert, leaving Leon, his sons, and Rusl alone. He glanced over at Rusl who looked upset and he couldn’t he’ll but feel sorry for him.

“Rusl,” he started, and the swordsman looked over at him, “it’ll be alright.”

He gave a small smile and sat on a rock, continuing to watch inside the valley silently. Leon’s boys all huddled around him, curiosity on their faces.

“Father, I am very curious about how exactly you got here, and what you have been doing,” Vio muttered, sitting down on the ground.

“I am too!” Red plopped down as well. “Did you really meet the puppeteer?”

“I hope you punched him in the face,” Blue joined his brothers, punching his palm with his own fist.

Green smiled and looked up at his father. “I guess we wanna know everything.”

Leon chuckled and kneeled down. “I’ll tell you everything that happened to me, but I wanna know everything that happened to you.”

His sons all nodded enthusiastically, and they began to share their tales of adventuring with the other heroes.

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Time woke up to the sound of shouting. He rubbed his eye and looked down at Malon, who was snuggled up against his side. He didn’t remember ever falling asleep, but his relief to finally be with his wife must’ve taken over. He always felt at peace around her. He sat up gently, trying not to wake Malon up, and he looked around. The shouting came from the Gerudo, probably giving orders to the others. He let out a sigh and rested his head again, but someone came into the room they were in.

“Excuse me, Link was it?” The Gerudo healer asked softly, “I have some news about your son.”

Time frowned. “My son?”

“The one with the magic drained out of him?”

Time shot up, waking up Malon. “Oh! Yes, he’s not my son but is he alright?”

“Yes, the red potion you gave him saved his life. It was able to stop the poison from draining his life. I’m assuming he’ll wake up today or tomorrow, when he does, give him a magic potion,” she handed him a green potion in a bottle, and Time observed it. “Now, come outside, someone is here to see Malon.”

Malon rubbed her eyes and looked at the healer confused. “Who?”

“Your father has arrived.”

Malon blinked at her, then gasped when she registered what the healer had said. She shot up, with Time quickly following her.

“My father is here? Are you sure?” She said breathlessly.

“Your father is a shorter man with a big nose, yes? He said that he was looking for you.”

Malon covered her mouth in excitement, and she almost ran out of the door, but Time stopped her.

“Link? What is it?”

Time frowned, looking at the ground. This all seemed too good to be true, and terribly convenient.

“Let me see him first, Malon,” he said quietly.

“What? Why? He’s my father, Link! I thought that something happened to him!”

Time rested his hands on her shoulders. “The puppeteer can make illusions to trick people, let me make sure that it’s not him, alright? I would never forgive myself if he got to you too.”

Malon glared at him, but she didn’t fight back. Time went outside and grabbed his Biggoron sword, looking around cautiously. He spotted Talon who had different guards surrounding him, and his eyes lit up when he saw Time.

“Link! Is that really you?” He exclaimed, running up to Time. Time didn’t move, and he clutched his sword a little tighter. “I can't believe you’re here! I finally found you! I’m glad to see you’re doin’ alright!” When he got closer, Time took a step back, and Talon stopped, giving him a weird look. “What’s wrong? Do you—“ Talon’s eyes widened. “Oh no! You think I’m a puppet don’t ya?”

Time raised an eyebrow. “You know the puppeteer?”

“Unfortunately yes, he’s been a real pain. But I’m not a puppet! It’s really me!” Talon rubbed his chin and looked down, thinking. “I gotta think about something that only I would know….”

Time squinted his eyes. If this was a puppet, he was doing a good job.

“Oh! Well… I guess I should apologize to you Link,” Talon started, “I’m… sorry I never believed you about Ingo. I dunno if you know this but he took the ranch, locked me in the basement when I got there and drugged my friends, kicked Malon out leaving her alone for weeks, and just made a mess of things! None of that would’ve happened if I actually listened to you, and I’m sorry.”

“You know about Ingo?”

“Yeah, I do now. But don’t worry about the ranch! I got it back! The Hylian guard took him away, so we can head back home!” Talon smiled, but when Time didn’t move, he sighed. “Um, I think I believe your stories now, Link. Especially the time travel ones. I’m still confused about the moon fallin’ and demons, but after the stuff I’ve seen, I think I believe it a little more.”

A smile tugged at Time’s lips, and he put his Biggoron sword down. Talon grinned and the two hugged each other.

“I'm so glad you’re alright, Link. Is Malon doing ok?”

Time smiled and patted his back. “Why don’t ya see for yourself? She’s in there,” Time gestured to where he and Malon were, and Talon excitedly shuffled over, barging into the room. Time heard excited cheers, but he didn’t join them. Knowing Malon, she’d want to go back to the ranch, and he was going to get the others ready so they could leave as soon as possible. He just hoped that Hyrule was awake now, or at least beginning to wake up.

Windy was confused when Time told him the plan, but he was given the magic potion and he started getting everything together, Hyrule was still unconscious, but he looked more alive, which was good. Twilight was watching the back area of Gerudo, and though he was hesitant to leave, Time’s glare kept him from arguing about it. Time didn’t know where Four was, and as he was looking for him, he saw his wife and father-in-law talking with two Gerudo. Malon’s face lit up when she saw her husband and she wandered over to him.

“Link! There you are! I was just talking to Risa here and uh… I want to head back to Lon Lon ranch.”

“I know, I already have the boys getting ready right now.”

Malon giggled and gave him a peck on the lips. “You know me too well.”

Time smiled at the kiss. “Yeah, I’m just trying to find Four, dunno where he is.”

“Which one was Four?”

“Well, he’s split right now but he’s the one with the distinct colors.”

Talon stepped up, gesturing to the Gerudo entrance. “I know where that kiddo is! They’re all with my friends who are waiting for us! I did say that I would bring their Links back to them.”

Time gave a nod and looked over at Twilight, who was helping Windy with a still unconscious Hyrule.

“Oh my,” Talon murmured, “what happened there?”

“The puppeteer poisoned him and drained all his magic. The healer said he should be fine.”

“Oh well, that’s good. That darn puppeteer. I swear if I ever see him I’ll shove my pitchfork up his—“ he stopped himself and looked at Windy who was getting closer, “uh, you know what I’m sayin’.”

Time snorted and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “I know exactly what you’re saying.” He gestured his head towards the entrance of Gerudo when Twi and Windy arrived. “Let’s go. We’re heading to my home.”

“Is this all’ya?” Talon asked, staring at the Links. Time shrugged.

“No, we were the only ones teleported here. There are more, but I pray that they are safe.”

Talon frowned. “Well, we should go then, I have a friend who is very excited to see his son.” His eyes lingered on Twilight for a moment and he squinted, but turned around with his arm wrapped around Malon.

“Excuse me,” Risa spoke up, stopping the group from continuing. “Please allow us to accompany you, that way we can help when the baby is born.”

“Oh! I’d love that very much!” Malon exclaimed. “Y’all have been so helpful to me, we really owe you a lot.”

Risa smiled and she and one other Gerudo joined them as they walked towards the entrance. Time looked at Windy who was still carrying Hyrule in his arms, all the shuffling would have woken him up, and he couldn’t help but be impatient. But he knew that the healer was right about him, and he knew that if he were to wake up soon, that Windy would take good care of him. For now, everything seemed alright for Time.

#IM SO SORRY RUSL AND TWI DIDNT REUNITE I COJLDNT FIT IT IN HERE #I was losing my mind finishing this so use your imagination #anyways. idk how I feel about this one #I don’t like it #but I hope it’s enjoyable to read regardless #smiles writes #strangers across eras #link between links #I’m not tagging everyone #maybe #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 30 #geez I was kinda sad that whumptober was ending but I’m kinda glad that it is #now I can focus on commissions and comics!#and also my other fics #but we still got tomorrow!#hopefully it’s better than this one

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

A Dark Secret

Masterlist / Next Chapter

Dean and I were inside the motel room, he was sitting on a bed and I took residence in a desk chair when Sam opens the door and comes in. "So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." Sam said as he shuts the door behind him. "What do you mean?" Dean and I asked in unison as Sam sits next to his brother.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead." Sam replied and we look over at him in shock.

"He drowned?" I asked Sam.

"Yep. In the sink." Sam replied, nodding.

"Holy crap." I muttered in shock.

"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else." Dean said.

"Yeah, but what?" Sam asked, thinking. "I don't know." Dean said, shrugging.

"Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source." I said and Sam has a look of realization.

"The lake." He said.

"Yeah." Dean and I said.

"Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months." Sam said and I nodded. "Exactly! Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time. And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." I said and Dean stands up. "This is gonna happen again soon." He said and I nodded again.

"And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton." I said.

"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean said. "And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris—Bill Carlton's godson." Sam reveals and Dean and I look over at him. "Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit." Dean said to us.

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"Mr. Carlton?" I called out to Bill as he sits on the bench which was on the dock. He looks up at us as the boys and I approach him. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind." Sam said to him. "We're from the, the Department—" Dean started to say when Bill interrupts him.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today." Bill said, depressed. "Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there?" Sam asked but Bill doesn't say anything.

"Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death—we think there might be a connection to you or your family." I said to him as he continues to stare at the lake.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." He tells us. The boys and I exchange a look then head back to the Impala, since I left my bike at the motel.

"What do you boys think?" I asked them.

"Aw, I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean replies as I lean on the Impala.

"So now what?" Sam asked us as Dean looks towards the house and stands there. "What is it?" Sam asked his brother. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." Dean said and he pulls out the picture Lucas brought him.

*****

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea told us. Dean got the idea for us to go to Andrea's house so we could talk to Lucas and maybe get him to tell us more. "I just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes." Dean begs her.

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?" She asked him. "Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam told her and she looks down then shakes her head.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." She said to us, firmly. "If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean said to her and she looks between us and sighs.

****

The four of us approach the doorway to Lucas' bedroom a d sed him coloring again, his toy soldiers standing around him. Dean walks and crouches down by Lucas. "Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Dean asked him as I noticed that Lucas made two drawings of a red bicycle. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again." Dean said as Lucas was drawing a person in water. Dean opens the house picture and puts it down in front of the young boy.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." Dean said but Lucas keeps coloring. "You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too." Dean said to him and I kinda give a small smile at this.

For someone that supposedly doesn't like kids, he's actually not that bad with Lucas.

Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Dean then hands him a picture. "Thanks, Lucas." Dean said to him and he walks up to us and we start to head out.

****

We were in the Impala when Sam was holding up the picture, which was of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence. "Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean said to us as I, sitting in the backseat, lean over Sam's seat and look at the drawing.

"There are cases—going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." I said. "Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you guys got a better lead, please." Dean pleads and I let out a sigh.

"All right, we got another house to find." Sam said.

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Dean said as Sam and I take another look at the picture then pointed at the church.

"See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here." I said.

"Oh, you think you're so smart." Dean sneered, with sarcasm. "Yes, I do." I said, smiling at him and he rolls his eyes at me.

"You know, um...What you said about Mom...You never told me that before." Sam said to Dean, referring what Dean said to Lucas, after a few seconds of silence. "It's no big deal." Dean said then he looks over at Sam, who gives him a concerned look.

"Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" Dean asked and Sam scoffs and shakes his head.

****

We approached a white church shaped like the one in int the picture. Dean holds up the picture and looks at it, comparing it to the scene in front of him; there's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. The three of us exchange looks then we look up at the church and cross the street to the house.

****

"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am--but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." I asked Mrs Sweeney, who was this old lady that was living in the house, after we enter the house. "No ma'am. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She said as she sighs.

"The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." She said as Sam points out to me and Dean a number of toy soldiers on a table.

"Losing him—you know, it's...it's worse than dying." Mrs Sweeney said and I glanced at the boys, remembering that's exactly what Bill said earlier.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asked her. "He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." She said as I pick up a picture off the mirror.

There were two boys in the picture, one of them was Peter with a bicycle. Then I flip it over and read from the back of the picture, my eyes widen in shock. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy." I said and I look at the boys in horror.

****

"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." I said as we were in the Impala and we were driving back to the Carlton's. "Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" Dean said.

"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished." Sam said as I think this over.

"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" I asked the brothers.

"What if Bill killed him?" Sam asked us.

"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible." Dean said as he starts to drive a bit faster.

****

We pull up to the front of the Carlton house then run out and approach the house. "Mr. Carlton?" Dean asked as he knocked on the door. But then we heard an engine roar. The boys and I go around the house to see Bill going out on the lake in his boat. "Hey, check it out." Dean said and we run to the end of the dock, yelling.

"Mr. Carlton! You need to come back!" Dean yells.

"Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!" I screamed.

"Mr. Carlton!" Sam shouts but Bill ignores us and keeps going. The water rises up and flips his boat over, making Bill and his boat vanish.

****

Sam, Dean and I walk were walking in the police station with Jake and entered his office when Andrea gets up. "Sam, Dean, (y/n)." Shs said as she stands up, putting a bag and a container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here." She said to us.

"So now you're on a first-name basis. What are you doing here?" Jake asked, suspiciously. "I brought you dinner." Andrea said as she gestures to the container. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time." Jake said to her, exhausted.

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" She asked, with worry. "Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Jake said when Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken; he jumps up and grabs Dean's arm.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" Dean asked the boy as he looks up at him, fear etched all over his face. "Lucas." I said, softly, as I kneel down to him.

"Lucas." Andrea said but Lucas continues to shake Dean's arm and whines. "Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Dean assures the young boy as Andrea pulls Lucas away from Dean and leads him outside. Lucas doesn't look away from Dean while I stand back up. I feel like something's gonna happen. He looks beyond terrified. I thought as Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office.

"Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill—who is a very good swimmer, by the way—into the drink, and you never see him again?" Jake asked us, suspiciously. Dean glances at Sam and I before he turns to Jake. "Yeah, that about sums it up." He said.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible. And you're not really Wildlife Service." Jake said and we look at him, surprised.

"That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three." Jake said as he glares at us.

"See, now, we can explain that." I said but Jake raises his hand at us.

"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again." Jake informs us.

"Door number two sounds good." Sam and and I nodded. "Yeah, I second that." I said.

"That's the one I'd pick." Jake said and the boys and I leave the station.

****

Dean and Sam were in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light, I was on bike right behind them. Suddenly the light turns green but the Impala doesn't move. I drive up to the passenger side and I can see Sam talking to Dean. I lean over and knocked on the window, Sam turns then rolls down the window.

"What's the hold up?" I asked them. Sam shrugs when Dean started to turn right instead of left. "Uh, the interstate's the other way." I shouted through the window as I follow them.

"I know." Dean said.

"But Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam said.

"Yeah, plus I don't want to go to jail." I said.

"I'm not so sure." Dean said as he continues to drive and I keep up with them so I can talk to them.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest." I said to Dean. "All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?" Dean asked.

"But why would you think that?" Sam asked him. "Because Lucas was really scared." Dean replied and Sam and I look at him in shock

"That's what this is about?" Sam asked Dean. "I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean said and I glanced at him.

"Who are you? And what have you done with Dean Winchester?" I asked. He glances at me then back to the road. "Shut up." He said and we start to make our way back into town.

****

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man." Sam said to Dean, once we arrived back at Andrea's house. Dean ignores him as he goes and rings the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, and he looked beyond terrified. "Lucas?" Dean said before Lucas takes off. "Lucas!" Dean yells as we follow him.

Water was pouring out from down the stairs and then down the hall and under a door Lucas started pounding on. Dean pushes him over to me and Sam and kicks in the door, and see that the bathtub was filled with water as it overflows. I could just make out Andrea's back sticking out of the surface.

Lucas grabs Dean, so I run into the bathroom and stick my arms in the tub, trying to pull Andrea out. She was pulled back under, but Sam comes and helps me and we keep pulling until she is all the way out. She starts coughing up water.

****

Dawn was breaking as we were sitting in the living room. Andrea was dry and wearing comfortable clothing, she was still pretty shaken from what happened earlier. "Can you tell me?" I asked her. "No." She said as Dean looks through notebooks on bookshelves.

"It doesn't make any sense." Andrea said then she starts to cry. "I'm going crazy." She said as she puts her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell us what happened. Everything." Sam said to her, soothingly. She looks between me and Sam then let's out a heavy sigh. "I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice." She replied

"What did it say?" I asked her.

"It said...it said come play with me." She sobs. "What's happening?" She asked when Dean puts this book down in front of her, then flips it open to a picture of some kids.

"Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?" He asked her and she looks up at him, confused. "What? Um, um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She said as she moves her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child; he is standing next to Peter. Dean looks at me and Sam, all three of us realizing what's going on.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff." Dean said to us.

"Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter." I said.

"What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?" Andrea asked when Dean looks sideways.

"Lucas?" He calls out but Lucas was staring out the window. "Lucas, what is it?" Dean asked him. Then Lucas opens the door and walks outside, all of us follow him.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea calls out but we continue to follow.

Lucas stops and looks at the ground, then at Dean. Dean turns to Andrea and said. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house while the boys and I fetch some shovels from the Impala. Then we start digging.

After while, Sam's shovel clanks against something then we dig with our hands for a bit and pull out a red bicycle. "Peter's bike." I whispered in shock.

"Who are you?" A voice asked. The boys and I turns around and see Jake standing there, pointing a gun at us. "Put the gun down, Jake." Sam ordered as we drop the shovels.

"How did you know that was there?" Jake asked us.

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike?" Dean asked him and Jake looks at him, angrily.

"You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried." I said, firmly. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake growled.

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell we're talking about." Dean said as Andrea runs up.

"Dad!" She screams.

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." I told Jake.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." Sam said.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake asked, angrily.

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." I said.

"Listen to yourselves, all three of you. You're insane." Jake said.

"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean said to Jake, who still had a gun pointed at us.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asked him.

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous." Jake said, never taking his eyes off of us.

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Andrea exclaims and Jake turns to her. "Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone." She demanded but he looks away and her jaw drops. "Oh my God." She whispers, disparagingly.

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank." Jake admitted and Dean and glanced at each other as Jake turns to Andrea, who looks horrified.

"Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational." He said to her.

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean said as Andrea turns her head and gasped. We look over and see Lucas going down to the lake. "Lucas!" Jake yells and we all run up to the dock while Lucas was leaning over the side.

"Lucas!" Dean shouts as we run. "Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" Andrea said but Lucas was pulled into the water. The boys and I keep running to the end of the dock then we dive in. "Oh my God!" Andrea screams and she takes off her jacket to jump in.

"Andrea, stay there!" Sam said to her. "No! Lucas!" She screams. "We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" I said and we dived under the water. For about a minute, I kept looking but I couldn't find Lucas the I resurfaced and see that Sam and Dean had as well.

"(Y/n)? Sam?" Dean calls out but Sam shakes his head. "No luck here, either." I said.

"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea calls out and we dive back in to look but nothing. Once we resurface again, Jake had made his way into the water. "Peter. Lucas—he's, he's just a little boy. Please, it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me." Jake pleaded and we looked over at him.

"Jake, no!" Dean shouts when we see a boy that looked like Peter, resurfaced.

"Just let it be over!" Jake pleads before he was dragged down. "Daddy! Daddy! No!" Andrea screams and the boys and I dive back down into the water.

I swam around and deeper into the water when I noticed something. I get closer and see that it was indeed, Lucas. And it seemed Dean saw him at the same time as he swims over and both of us grab Lucas and swim back up to the surface.

****

The boys and I walk out of the motel as Dean opens the car door and Sam and I toss a duffel in. I look over at Dean and noticed that he looked upset and I give him a small frown. "Look, we're not gonna save everybody." I said to him as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know." Dean mutters and I patted his shoulder. The two of us stared at each other when a voice calls out to us.

"Sam, Dean, (y/n)."

We look over and see Andrea walking up to us with Lucas. "Hey." Dean said once I remove my hand off of his shoulder. "We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Andrea said gesturing to Lucas, who's carrying a tray of sandwiches. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself." Andrea said, smiling.

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas asked and I smiled. I'm glad the kid's talking again. "Of course." Andrea said as she smiles and kisses his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." Dean said and he and Lucas began to load up the car while Sam and I turn to Andrea.

"How you holding up?" Sam asked her. "It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" She replied.

"Andrea, I'm sorry." I said.

"Yeah, me too." Sam said but Andrea shakes her head.

"You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that." She said to us.

I nodded at her as I see Dean putting the sandwiches in the car. "All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time." Dean said to Lucas. "Zeppelin rules!" Lucas exclaims and I shake my head and smile at this as Dean said. "That's right. Up high."

He holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning. "You take care of your mom, okay?" He said to Lucas. "All right." Lucas said and Andrea comes up and kisses Dean, and I start to feel that familiar feeling in my chest again.

I bite my lips, like that might hold back the feeling, once Andrea breaks the kiss and looks up at Dean. "Thank you." Dean stands there for a minute, looks at me for a second, then scratches his head and goes around the car.

"Sam, (y/n), move your asses. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." Dean said as he gets in the car, then Sam. Dean starts the engine as I get on my bike and start the engine on that.

We smiled and waved and Andrea and Lucas then we headed off.

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entry35 · 7 days

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What a fascinating journey fandom is. At the beginning of this year, I was like "Hm, maybe I'll try getting back into Slenderman." And now I'm "Oh, I know who would enjoy a puke headcanon." XD

Anyhoo. Puke headcanon. The comment (probably paraphrased) "Jay sounds like he has post-nasal drip" has been ratting around my head for a while and do you think he ever gets what I like to call "sudden catastrophic snot rehydration"? Imagine. It's early morning, he's not quite awake yet, but his sinuses have been busy making and drying snot all night while he slept, and as soon as the shower starts steaming up, the snot all rehydrates from nose to throat and that... is an unpleasant sensation. D'you suppose he ever has those nothing-but-snot-and-stomach-acid post nasal drip shower pukes?

YOUR MIND... oh my god.first of all yeah he seems like a pnd guy, it's gotta be so bad during allergy season. triggering his poor gag reflex in the shower and it all comes up like SLUDGE. hurts too cause it's not like an idk... satisfying? amount of regurge since it's first thing in the morning, and poor baby is just doubled over coughing and heaving into the drain. has to kneel on the floor for a little bit when he's done retching cause his limbs are all weak and his core muscles are exhausteddd 😵‍💫 comes out of the shower all red-eyed and splotchy and miserable and has to blow his nose to get the puke smell out, brush his teeth again and nearly gag trying to scrub his tongue.

sweet boy deals with it so often that he ends up really good at vomiting. can just bend over, throw up and be done with it (miserably. ofc).

#i love your brain. gonna be thinking about this all week #tower of babble #asks #emeto tw #tw emetophobia #tw puke

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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I'm in an angsty mood so the bat fam discorver ra's has access to something like the lazerus waters but more pure what's more this "lazerus blood" as they've heard it referred to appears to give the drinker minor powers super strength advanced healing a sort of weightlessness not flight or anything but gravity appears to affect them less

So the bat fam decide they need to stop tgis lazerus blood they analysed it it appears to be a much purer for of lazerus waters so that's it obviously they are doing something to purify the lazerus waters to make this blood so they do detectiveing and fid out where it's coming from and go to stop it

They eventually find a room labelled extractor and think this is it this is the blood room to make the purer lazerus inside they don't find a machine or magical ritual set up they find a boy a boy with stark white hair a a black an white hazmat suit on with a D on the fron bleeding green strapped to a table being sucked dry of blood

Long story short danny is being used to get ectoplasm which is literally purified lazerus waters how the league of assassin's found him let's say reveal gone bad and he's bleeding green they got curios found his blood was very similar had a test run found out how much better it was and decided let's drain let him recover and repeat and the bat fam fin this horrifying situation

From this process, Danny is very weak. How long has this blood draining been going on for? Is Danny even conscious at that point or do they just hook the next nutrient IV and blood IV into him at a scheduled period and leave him passed out, barley able to even fight from the bare bones nutrients and food that they’ve been giving him.

How fucked up are they going with the extraction process? Is this collection system attached to an arm or leg vein, an artery, or did they full send and somehow attach it to his heart?

How much pain is this poor kid in? How much trauma does this shit give him because there’s no way that Danny is walking away from this situation with little to no side effects

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #bones replies #regonold

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 1 year

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WHAT IF WHAT IF post torture cuddling bc poor jonie is so touch starved

Everything hurt.

This was not a sensation that Jonas was unfamiliar with, but it was still far from pleasant nonetheless. Dealing with the constant ache of muscles and stiff joints and stinging open wounds had almost become something of a routine for him. By the time old bruises had faded to yellow, new ones were blooming from red to purple elsewhere. Scabs were ripped off faster than they could scar close. Headaches and stomachaches woke him hourly, only occasionally placated whenever Malik remembered that human bodies need sustenance to survive. Really, the pains that throbbed in varying intensities should be nothing new to his battered self.

But this was much worse than he had endured over the last six weeks. The coldness that drenched him was bone deep, icy water soaked in his clothes and hair and plastering them against his trembling skin. His teeth clattered painfully behind blue lips, feeling like he was chewing on ice cubes instead of his own exhales. Not even his breath could keep him warm if he tried, though it would hardly do him any good at this point. Shaking limbs couldn’t pull in to huddle at his core for warmth, instead having to seek out relief in the form of a southern serial killer with a new fascination with ice water submersion.

Though maybe it wasn’t all bad considering how much worse Malik could have made it. The heir could have been left in the drained metal basin when he was done the impromptu photoshoot, surely succumbing to hypothermia overnight as a result. Malik could have refused to give him a towel for him to clumsily dry himself off with, barely making a difference for his sorry state but still removing most of the droplets running down his face. He could have been left to fight through the cold on his own, struggling to procure any amount of body heat no matter how tightly he curled into himself on the floor.

No, rather than prolonging his suffering like the older man was prone to doing, Malik had scooped the soggy boy up and dropped him in his lap, forcing Jonas’s bound arms to loop over his neck in a strange hug. The position had him flush against his captor’s chest, his thick sweater helping to absorb more of the freezing liquid off of his person. Beneath the black material was a delicious body heat that Jonas greedily tried to steal, nestling closer to the source as if he could merge with the warmth. If his icy skin bothered Malik from the few points of contact they had, the other man didn’t show it, content with having a trembling pretty boy caged within his crossed legs. Malik’s arms circled around him, further trapping in his wonderful heat to share with his favorite victim while he idly clicked through the pictures on his camera. Fond memories of mere minutes ago.

“I like this one,” Malik said, though Jonas moreso felt the comment from the vibration against his cheek. “You look so cute with your li’l nose all scrunched up like that.”

That was because Jonas was desperately trying not to inhale anymore water when he was able to be dunked under for a fourth time. Rather than acknowledging whatever sinister photo was displayed on the viewfinder, the poor boy squeezed his eyes shut as if he was hoping to conserve warmth in his orbitals as well. He pushed closer into Malik’s sternum, shuddering when he felt a burning hand card through his wet locks, separating a few tangles now that the knots had been loosened. It felt heavenly to have another touch melting away the freezing pain that gnawed every square inch of his body right down through the tissue. A few water drops were displaced from the petting, feeling like tiny electrical shocks each time they landed down his neck, but it was a small price to pay at this point.

“We should send this one to your parents,” The hand that had been stroking Jonas’s hair trailed down to rub the back of his neck, fire hot fingers helping to create a wonderful friction of heat against the knobs of his spine.

Jonas hummed, more accurately groaned, too enthralled by the warmth beating through him. Sure, whatever Malik wanted, as long as it meant he could soak up the offered comfort for a few more minutes. Regrettably, the hand left to tap through the rest of the picture catalog, eager to pick out a few more Pulitzer Prize winners to be shown off to clients and Jonas’s family alike. Or perhaps Malik would keep them all to himself, a personal treasure trove. It didn’t matter to Jonas. Nothing mattered to Jonas right now. All he cared about was his tormentor and his unfairly high body temperature.

“What’d’ya think it’d be like if we tried boiling water next time?”

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thotsforvillainrights · 9 months

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Hello hello! First of all, congrats on the pregnancy! I've missed your writing, and I'm glad to see you back again!

Could you write a lil something about Overhaul with an S/O that brings home a stray kitten and somehow manages to keep it a secret from him for a few weeks, until he comes home one day to his S/O and the kitten just vibing in the living room.

I feel like Kai would be pissed, but would definitely turn into a cat dad. Would constantly say that he hates the cat, then fall asleep with it on the couch. He would never openly admit to liking the cat. Even though it's painfully obvious how much he loves it.

I've been thinking about this scenario a lot and it makes me giggle every time. 👉🏻👈🏻

(Thank you! I appreciate the congrats from you and everyone else as well! Also, of course I wouldn't mind writing about my main squeeze! I'm come back to my senses and revived that 4 year long obsession with him lol)

~Picking Up Strays~

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You never intended for this to happen and God knows Kai would never allow it in the first place. Yet, the cat distribution system is universal and who were you to try and deny that? Especially not when the small thing was limping and likely starving also. "When was the last time the poor thing ate do you think?" Your father and law stood at the bathroom doorway and watched you bathe it in the sink. "Probably days...maybe even over a week. There's no telling." You replied with a small frown. You made quick work of the fleas plaguing the kitten while also making sure to be careful of the small scabs here and there on it's body. "I'll take it to the vet tomorrow and get it's back leg checked. I should probably also open up one of the Tuna cans in the kitchen so we can fill it's belly. I don't have time to go tonight and pick up cat food since 'you know who' is likely on his way back right now." Pops smirked at your words. "You intend to try to keep the thing even knowing how Chisaki can be?"

"Where else would I take it?" You laugh quietly before grabbing a towel and carefully drying the baby off. "Besides, I don't feel comfortable dropping him off at a shelter. It's so small.. What if he doesn't make it? I don't want that to be the last place he sees before passing." Pops nods and reaches out to take the towel wrapped kitten from you. "Then we'll hide it in my room. It's far enough away that the boy won't hear the small meows and the walls are much thicker there too. Very much unlike this room and the things I hear in the dead of night." Pops teases with a wink and you groan. "Whatever, please just hurry?" He nods and leaves with the creature just in time before Chisaki enters the bedroom. He squints his eyes in speculation as he watches you desperately clean all the leftover dirt and fur from the bathroom sink before he can come get a closer look. "What are you doing, angel?" You huff in relief as the last bit of mess is flushed away down the drain. "What? Cleaning the sink. I spit my toothpaste in the wrong spot and it stuck to the sides. I decided to give it a quick deep clean since it's been a minute anyway. I've never known you to complain about me cleaning before." You smirk at him and he sighs, removing his ornate beaked mask. "I'm not complaining. It's usually you that complains when it's your turn. It's peculiar to see you doing this at 10 p.m." He approaches you and hugs you from behind. "Hurry up and get out. I need a shower."

For the next few weeks, with the help of Pops, you've managed to keep small fry (the kitten) hidden from Chisaki successfully. Between the two of you working diligently over the kitty, he's managed to heal up perfectly and now was a rambunctious little thing! He was on a dinner schedule too since the both of you noticed he tended to eat more than his little tummy could handle.

Pops retrieved him from his bedroom after letting the little one use the litterbox hidden there, while you were preparing his lunch. Pops placed him on the living room couch and went to the back to water his garden. As soon as you emerged from the kitchen with a small food bowl, Chisaki had come back way sooner that estimated from the underground base. If the complete silence and the thick tenseness shrouding the room didn't make you shudder, then it had to be his glare and the hives forming on his face that did. "I can explain..." His eyes dart quickly to you and his glare deepens. "What is this disgusting, disease ridden creature doing in here?" He asks coldly. "Kai please?" Was all you could muster out to stop him from overhauling the poor thing. He scoffs and rolls his glove back onto his hand. "I want it gone within the next 5 minutes or I'll get rid of it myself." He threatens before stomping off to the bedroom. You sigh and pick up the kitten, trailing behind him.

"Y/N, I'm not playing whatever sick game this is with you right now. I'm serious. Get that thing out of here right now." He's angry but you're not called the Overhaul tamer for no reason. "I can see you're upset and I know I've crossed a boundary or two by bringing him into the house without permission-"

"Oh so you're not braindead like I previously assumed then?"

"Ouch, okay that's a little rude. Listen Kai...I usually do my best to respect your wishes but you know I'm still my own person. Sometimes there are things I can't really back down on. When I found small fry he was limping, dirty and starving in a rainy back alleyway behind a store."

"All the correct circumstances for you to NOT want to bring it home."

"Anyway...I felt really bad for him. He would've died in at alleyway if I didn't save him. I took him to the vet again recently and he's pretty much better but has a small respiratory infection he's still fighting off. So once he gets over that then we can get rid of him like you want. I'll take him to a shelter and find him a home. Please can he stay until then at least. Please???" As badly as he wanted to say 'no', you just had to bring out those damned teary eyes he hated so much. His very own weakness. Chisaki sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, but just until the damn thing is better. After that, I want that nasty thing out of the house."

Despite his cruel words, it wasn't hard to see the unusual miracle of Chisaki slowly accepting the kitten into your lives. He's go through his daily hateful rants about it but slowly you noticed him at least using the cat's name instead of just calling him a 'disgusting creature'. Slowly it turned into him getting up and beating you to feeding the cat breakfast. "I was up already first. There was no point in letting him whine until you got up to feed him. It's been done already." Kai was bringing home little items here and there for the kitten as well. "What? I passed this stupid toy up while grocery shopping and read that it helps with development. Would you rather him play with toys or scratch the couch up from bordem?" He grumbled before giving small fry the toys. Kai would fall asleep with the kitten in his lap on the couch and then complain that he didn't know it crawled into his lap when he was passed out. He'd even brought fry a collar one day claiming he needed it since he was so small and the bell would help make sure he wouldn't get stepped on. You knew fry had him wrapped around his little paw when Chisaki picked him up and carried him BY HAND to the bedroom. "What are you looking at? It's been two weeks and he needs a bath. I'm warming up the water in the sink and I don't want him in the way."

It's been a month and small fry has long since gotten over his infection. Chisaki has refused to take him to the pound. "What's the point? He's already here now. Might as well stay."

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kai chisaki #overhaul #yakuza #shie hassaikai #scenario

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