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flowershines · 3 months

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Never leaving you

Sim Jake x F! Reader

Summary: Character and reader have been in a secret relationship but as things have gotten more serious they find more and more that their family would do anything to keep the character and reader away from each other. (Rival families: Forbidden love)

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming, family rivals, talking bad about Y/n, humping, teasing, gagging, eating Y/n out, (lmk if I missed any)

Not proof read

“Can’t you just trust me?”

“You and I both knew that when we started dating, things weren’t going to work out.” The anger in his face started to build up, “What the hell are you talking about, Y/n?” he said walking closer to you. “My family doesn’t like Sim’s and your family doesn’t like L/n’s.” Reaching the edge of the bed you took a seat, “So, it shouldn’t matter.” he exclaimed rather loudly “Why are you yelling at me, I was just saying.” His fingers ran through his hair, “Because your pissing me off, Y/n.” you got up from the edge of his bed and headed towards the door of his bedroom. “Where are you going?” He huffed “Once you chill then we can talk about this again.” he walked over to you and grabbed your wrist tightly as he pulled you back to the bed, “No, we are talking about this now.” you rolled your eyes. “What’s the point if your just going to yell at me?”

Just then the sound of his front door opening surprised you both, he turned to you and put his hand over your mouth as he pointed to his bed then down. You understood what he meant, following his instructions you kneeled on the floor then looked up at him as he quietly walked over to the other side of his bed, getting on your stomach you scooted more further under his bed. “Jake, honey, you in there?” Your breathing started to shake from the nervousness of being caught, “Yeah, come in.” as the door opened you held your breath not wanting anyone to hear your anxious breathing. “I just came to get the computer, sweetie.” The sound of the footsteps traveled from one end to the other, “Mom, I have a question.” You thought to yourself that he better not be saying something stupid, “Yes?” “Why do you guys hate the L/n’s?” a sign was heard as the footsteps stopped at the side of his bed. “Jake you and I both know how much pain they put our family in, they are terrible people.”

“But that was years ago.” Nothing was heard for a couple of seconds till his mom broke the silence, “It’s not just that honey, if you want to know more you would have to ask your father. Plus I heard that their kid loves hoeing around with everyone, doesn’t set a good example, and she doesn’t even focus on her studies. Now come on who would want a kid like that.” Those words shattered your heart of course none of them were true but still the fact that, that was how she saw you made you feel useless. “Don’t say that about her, I met her she’s really pretty, nice and really really smart.” Foot steps were seen walking to his door “Jake you know your lying, don’t stick up for her. She’s a nobody.” the door was shut behind her, you didn’t even bother to immediately scoot out from under the bed. You just wanted to stay there hoping his would all go away, “Y/n?” a whisper was heard from next to you. Your mouth felt dry, your hands were freezing, tears fell down your face, you were a mess.

“I’m just gonna go.” You scooted out from underneath his bed and quickly tried to book it out of his room but a hand was placed around your waist which prevented you from moving forward, “Please can we just talk about this now, they are just stopping by; they’re leaving soon.” you signed but nodded towards him. He brought you back to his bed and had you lay down next to him, a knock was heard from his door making you immediately look around and scoot out of his bed.“I’m changing, what do you need?” From the other side of the door you heard his mother’s voice one more “We are going over your aunts house for a bit, there is money for dinner on the counter. Call us if you need anything.” he responded softly “Okay, love you.” she said she loves him too then her footsteps faded away from his door, as the sound of the front door opened then shut.

“See i’m not even wanted here, you heard the way she was talking about me so what’s the point.” He reached for your hand while he laid on the bed, you reached out your hand and put it on his. He tightened his grip and pulled towards him making you crawl to him on the bed, he opened up his arms and pulled you into a hug as you cuddled laying on him. Feeling him comfort you this way made you start to sob in his arms, his fingers ran through your hair while his other hand was drawing circles on your back. “I love you to much to lose you, Y/n. So don’t even mention anything about us breaking up because i’m never leaving you.” His chin was resting on the top your head, you could hear his heartbeat pound louder and louder with each breath he took.

You backed up and looked at him in the eyes staring into them for a second then pulling him into a kiss, his lips were always so soft and warm. You could just stay like this with him forever or at least till both of your parents found out, just as you were about to pull away from his lips his hand that was playing with your hair snaked down to the back of your neck which pulled you in closer. “Never leave me, please.” He mumbled softly against your lips, you opened your lips slightly and he took the opportunity before him as he stuck his tongue in slightly but not to far in. You loved the way how he knew the things that will rile you up the most, his hands would not leave your body; they would go up and down on your sides and pull you further into the kiss.

He just couldn’t take his hands off you, “So fucking perfect.” yo i backed away from the kiss and got on top of his lap bringing your face into the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly. “You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” You mumbled into his neck “Your parents don’t think so.” he huffed slightly and brought his hand to your hair as he slightly pulled it back bringing your face out from his neck till he can see your face, “It doesn’t matter what they think, I love you and that is all that matters.” the hand on your hair loosened as both of his hands fell to your hips. His hands pushed you more down onto his lap and made your hips move in a back and forth motion, you hummed quietly in his ear. “I can show you just how much I love you.” You nodded on his shoulder as you agreed to the comment he said, the more he moved your hips the more vocal he became.

He started of saying nothing but only breathing moans and shaky breaths left his lips and now an occasional swear would fall from his lips as he started to quietly grunt, moan, and constantly breathe heavily. “Want you inside me, but i just want to relax in your arms.” He looked at you confused you understood why he was confused so you put it into different terms, “I want you to be inside me as we lay here.” he opened his mouth as he nodded. He understood what you meant now, he gave you his approval then you sat up and lifted yourself off of his lap so now you were just hovering over him. You unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his zipper causing him to whine from your teasing, he lifted his hips as well as they met yours again which gave you easier access to pull his pants to his knees.

His boxers were tight on him as it gave you the best sight to see, his cock was straining against they begging to come out as your eyes trailed from the base of his cock to the the tip through the fabric you could see a wet spot. Your fingers ran to the spot making him shutter from the touch, as you ran your fingers through it stuck to them. You brought your thumb up to your pointer finger and rubbed them against each other in a circle motion, slowly pulling them apart from one another his precum stuck to both of your fingers creating a line that connected them both.

Your boyfriend could not resist anymore he just really needed to be inside you, he did almost everything to try and take your attention away from teasing him but nothing worked no matter how much he squirmed or how many times his cock would twitch in his boxers, nothing. You brought your fingers to his waist band and pulled them down slowly as it made his cock bounce back up to hit his abdomen, you brought your face down to his cock and licked a strip along from the bottom of the base to the tip. This man was going crazy underneath you as he was now aching to be touched, even the smallest thing set him off as he would squirm beneath you. You put the tip of his cock in your mouth and slid all the way down so that way your spit would act as lube, making it easier for you both.

The further you went down the more you would gag on him, but it was for the better each time you gagged because more spit would form in your mouth as it ran along the side of his cock. “Fuck.” He said dragging out the last two letters, you got up from you position and hovered over his cock making sure that it was perfect aligned to slip into you. He rutted up his hips till the almost hit you but you pushed them back down and slowly lowered yourself into him while moans fell from his lips, you laid back down into your pervious position; laying you head back on his shoulder.

His hips slowly started to runt up into you with each chance he got which cause you to pull away from his neck, “What are you doing? Thought you weren’t supposed to move?” he hugged your body pulling you closer “Can’t help it Y/n, you feel so warm and soft. Just wanna fuck you so bad.” you snuggled back into the crook of his neck “A little bit longer.” he huffed as his movements stopped. Whines fell from his lips every time you clenched around him, sometimes it was on purpose and the others his cock would twitch inside you which would cause you to clench on him. At this point he didn’t even care about anything else he just needed to find pleasure for himself, “Please Y/n, it’s killing me.” he whined. “You’re so dramatic.”

You mumbled against him, “How much longer?” you lifted your head up to his ear and whispers “Fine, go.” he immediately lifted up your hips with his hips and held you in place as he fucked up into you. His thrusts weren’t slow they were fast but filled with love, you loved to tease him it was your favorite thing to do to him. Of course he has a hard time accepting that but he goes along with it because if your happy he’s happy, his arms were wrapped around you giving you a bear hug as his hips were slamming into you. “I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear as you then lifted up your head giving him a kiss on the lips, his face showed just how flustered he was.

His cheeks turned a light pink that ran from one side of his face to the other, his fingers started to turn white from how hard he was hugging you, his thrusts became more shaky you could tell his legs were giving out. You tried to sit up and struggled a bit from how hard he was hugging up but you did manage to break free from his grip, you tapped on his knees and pushed down his hips. His moans sounded like heaven, a melody that ran through one ear and out the other, his lips were glossy from the spit of him constantly putting his bottom lip in between his teeth.

You placed your legs in a more comfortable position and proceeded to go up and down on his cock while his hands rested on your hips making you slam down onto him harder than before, he always loved it when you rode him because he would see such a beautiful sight; your tits bouncing in front of his face. He wanted to suck on them but to be able to suck on them he would have to sit up while his hands could not leave your sides, “Fuck, Fuck.” he chanted multiple times. “Oh my fucking god Jake, feel so good.” You say sitting on his lap grinding back and forth on him, looking down at him you see his head was thrown back into the pillow, his mouth was open, his brows were knitted together, and his eyes rolled back the more you moved. He was in the most ultimate pleasure.

His cock twitched more with every bounce or grind you did on him, his hands squeezed your hips while he tried to meet your strokes by thrusting up. “I’m gonna c-” His words were cut off as his orgasm already reached him, he pushed up further into you as he came down from his high. Pulling out he saw his cum dripping from your pussy and he swore he could cum again just from the sight, “You didn’t cum?” he asked sounding disappointed in himself. “It’s not a big deal I can just-” “No, no, no Y/n. You made me cum and I didn’t make you cum. Please sit on my face.” He never asked you to do this before and you started to overthink and decline his request. “Jake seriously i’m okay, I don’t need to cum.”

He sighed as you got off from his lap and laid down next to him only for him to trail kisses down from your stomach to your entrance, “But just imagine, you tugging on my hair as my tongue slides in deeper into you. grunts Fuck. I would still be able to taste my cum in you.” His hips started to grind on the bed just front the idea, “Fine, but be fast.” “But I want you to enjoy it.” you stared into his eyes “I will as long as I get to cum, the faster the better and more time for us to hang out before your parents come back.” He nodded as he started to kiss your inner thighs while his fingers started to slip into your entrance one by one, he started to grind on the bed to the pace his fingers were going. He brought his lips to your clit giving it a kiss before he strayed to suck on it while looking up at you, his fingers were quickly moving in you. His tongue trailed from your clit to your entrance as he took his fingers out and moved them to one your clit as he started to create a circle motion.

This man was literally a god, he knew exactly what to do with your body and ways to make you cum very easily. You felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm each time his tongue would curl inside you, your hand snaked down to his hair as he continued to stare up at you. You played with his hair and tugged on it as he did multiple tricks with his tongue, he would moan into your pussy from the stimulation of him humping the bed. Feeling or orgasm come closer and closer the grip on his hair became tighter and tighter, his tongue started to move way faster than it did before as well as his fingers focusing on your clit.

“Jake-e fuck, i’m gon-” Your sentence was cut of as your orgasm hit you while he still continued his motions helping you through it, letting go of his hair he sat up and brought his fingers to his mouth “You taste so fucking good, next time I want you to sit on my face. Fucking suffocate me with your pussy, I love eating you out so much.” you looked down and said “Clearly.” his eyes followed yours which lead to his squirts of cum on the bed where he had been humping it prior. “I couldn’t help it.” He said crawling back up next to you on the bed as he laid on your stomach, he mumbled on your stomach. “I love you don’t ever forget that, and it doesn’t matter if our family doesn’t like each other. I’ll be with you through everything.”

#smut #fluff #enha x reader #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #jake smut #jay smut #jungwon smut #sunghoon smut #sunoo smut

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7ndipity · 8 months

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Green-eyed Virus

Jin x Reader

Summary: Jin appreciatess your care and concern for his groupmates, but sometimes he can’t help but start to feel a little jealous.

Warnings: mentions of illness, teeny bit suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requsted this!

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Requests are open

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“Hey, babe.” Jin said, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he wandered into the kitchen, drawn by the comforting scent of home cooked food.

“Hi, Jinnie, did you have a good nap?” You said, noting the lingering drowsiness in his eyes.

“Mhm, whatcha making?” He tried to lean around you to swipe a taste from the pot you were stirring, but you were quick to swat his hand away.

“Ack, don’t touch! It’s for Joonie.” You said,

earning a frown from him.

Four days ago, while the group was traveling together for promotions, Namjoon had come down with a bad stomach bug and had to sit out several events. The guys had felt bad about having to leave him holed up at the hotel, pretty much on his own, other than the ocasional staff member coming by to check on him, but luckily you had offered to look after him and keep him company, having tagged along on the trip at Jin’s request(or more acurately, dramatic wailing that he couldn’t stand going two entire weeks without seeing you. “I’ll die! You have to come with me, please!”).

At the time, Jin had been more than grateful, his heart twisting in his chest at the care and tenderness you displayed towards his bandmates, but now that everyone was home, and Joon was on the mend, he couldn’t help begining to feel a little neglected by your continued doting on the younger member.

“Does he really still need your help?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” You turned to look at him, brow furrowing at his question.

“I’m just saying he’s a grown man, he can take care of himself.”

“I know that, I just want to make sure he’s got some good food to help him bounce back. Besides, you know what a terrible cook he is.” You replied, returning you attention to the stove.

When you received no further response, though, you glanced back over at where he leaned against the counter, taking in the slight pout that still lingered on his face. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” He said flatly, avoiding your gaze.

“Jin.”

“I just-, I don’t know, don’t you think you’re going a little overboard for him? Honestly, people would think he’s your boyfriend instead of me.” He said, the last part coming out grumbled under his breath.

You whipped around to look at him fully. “What was that?”

He stopped, catching the slight edge in your voice. “Nothing.”

“No, you said something, what did you mean though?” You pressed, already having an inkling about what was going on in his head. Jin liked to believe that he wasn’t an easily jealous person, but you’d been with him long enough to know that wasn’t the truth, he just had the tendency to stuff it down and brood over it rather than adimit it. “Babe, we’ve been over this, If somethings bothering you, you need to say it.”

“I don’t like you spending all your time fussing over Namjoon,” He rolled off quickly. “It feels weird. You’re my partner, not his. And maybe it's selfish, but I just want your attention for me.”

“Okay, fine!” You attached yourself to his front, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. “Better?”

“Mmm.” He shrugged, sounding unsure.

“How about now?” You standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Okay, maybe a little.” He caved, leaning down so you could better reach his face, sighing as you gave him another, less inocent kiss.

“I’m sorry for making you jealous. I didn’t think it would bother you so much.” You said.

“Don’t apologize, I shouldn’t have let it get to me.”

“How about this? We drop off this soup at Joons place, and then I’ll give you all the attention you want for the rest of the night?” You offered teasingly.

He looked away, trying to hide his growing smirk. “I guess that would be okay.”

“Just okay?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair, earning a small shiver from him.

“You know you really shouldn’t be rewarding this kind of behavour.” He mused.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I sounded like a baby complaining that I’m not getting enought attention.”

“You’re my baby.” You said.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” You muttered, kissing him again. “You know you don’t have anything to be jealous of.”

“I know, I just missed you.”

“I’m right here, I’ll always be right here.” You promised him, cupping his jaw as you spoke, a sudden frown crossing your features as you felt how warm his skin was. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re kinda hot.”

He scoffed. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean I think you might have a fever.” You pulled away, looking at him worriedly. “Let me get the thermometer.”

“I’m fine.” He argued, to no avail.

He wanted you attention, he should’ve been careful what he wished for.

#seokjin imagine #seokjin scenarios #seokjin drabble #seokjin fluff #seokjin x reader #seokjin x y/n #seokjin blurbs #bts scenarios #bts one shot #bts requests #bts drabble #bts reaction #bts x y/n #bts x reader #seokjin one shot #bts fluff #7ndipity

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harryforvogue · 1 month

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Maybe something for Harry and Yasmine where she takes care of Harry? Like he gets super sick or something. I feel like she would love the chance to look after him bc he is always so caring towards her

Harry leans on the counter, his eyes heavy but open enough to watch Yasmine pour some medicine into a tablespoon. She brings it over to his mouth, hovering it in the air with another hand under the spoon to catch any drops.

He smiles, leaning in with his mouth open. The medicine goes down his throat smoothly, but he can’t help but pull a grimace. “You know,” Harry says after a cough, “the medicine comes with a measuring cup.”

“My mom always would pour it into a tablespoon. It was the perfect measurement. You’ll just have to take it a little more frequently, but that’s better than waiting six hours. You wouldn’t want me waking you up in the middle of the night right?”

She turns away to the sink to wash the spoon. Harry slinks forward, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, putting his burning cheek against her cold one. He groans appreciatively. “I never mind you waking me up.”

Yasmine’s hands falter briefly before finishing up. She puts the spoon aside and leans back against him. “You’re too warm, Harry. You need to rest.”

“Why are you avoiding saying I’m hot?” he grumbles back playfully against her neck.

Yasmine shivers, running her hands over his strong forearms. “I’m serious, Harry. Come.”

She manages to wrestle out of his hold (despite his state, he’s still got a mean hold), taking his burning hand. She leads him to the living room, shaking him off when he latches himself back on her frame. He lands on the sofa, tilting his head back with a congested sigh. “I’m not tired,” he says, sounding both nasally and childish.

“I’m not telling you to sleep.” She takes a nearby blanket, wrapping him up in it, tucking the ends under his chin. His green eyes watch her movement carefully. “I need you to sweat this out.”

Harry wrinkles his nose. “Can you not talk so sexy to me?”

Yasmine rolls her eyes and sits beside him, grabbing a pillow. She puts it on her thighs and then pats it. “Come.”

Harry doesn’t need to be told twice. He all but flies closer to her, lifting his legs to lay horizontally, resting his head on her leg. Instead of facing away, however, he presses his nose to her stomach and sighs again.

“What hurts?” Yasmine says, running her fingers through his hair. The sweat has made it go slightly greasy, but she doesn’t care.

“My head.”

So Yasmine gently starts rubbing his temples. He hums with relief, closing his eyes.

“I’ve still got to cancel class.”

She says, “I’ll handle that.”

“Mm. My email is open on my laptop. Be nice to them.”

“I am nice,” she scowls.

“Mhm.”

Yasmine continues to rub his head, dipping down to his neck and shoulders to hear that groan of relief. He sneezes once, and then spends the next several minutes shivering.

“When I was younger,” Yasmine says softly, thumbing through his eyelashes, “and I had a terrible fever, my mom would wet some paper towels and put them on my forehead and under my arms. If you continue to get sicker, I’ll have to do that.”

“Mmmm.”

“It always felt really good, but I think that was only effective to bring my body temperature down. I was still sick afterwards.” When her hand rubs his back, he breathes deeply. “Maybe you have strep. Let’s go to the clinic tomorrow.”

Harry opens his eyes tiredly, going against all his big talk from moments ago. “I’m perfectly satisfied with my hot girlfriend nursing me back to life.”

Despite herself, Yasmine smiles, cupping his warm cheek. “I can only do so much, you know?”

He takes her hand, kisses it, and tucks it under his chin for safe keeping. “You do more than enough for me on any given day,” he says hoarsely, turning his head in to cough. “Just seeing your face is so…so–” he coughs and coughs and coughs, “nice.”

“It was real hard to say that huh?” Yasmine laughs quietly, and at the sound of her laugh, Harry looks back up at her.

“My throat hurts so bad.”

She can’t help it, so she says, “My poor big baby.”

“You act as if you’re on your deathbed when you have a cold, Yasmine.”

“I don’t need to be coddled though.”

Harry gives her a meaningful look. “Yasmine, I have to block off my calendar when you get sick. It’s like there’s a tornado in my house. You are so incredibly clingy and annoying, it’s like an alter ego or something.”

Yasmine says, “All right, that’s enough.”

Some quiet moments pass by with Yasmine just caressing Harry’s face. Then he says, “I want an ice cold coke right now.”

“Keep dreaming,” she answers.

“I want those cold spicy noodles you make.”

“Nope.”

“And an ice cube to munch on.”

“Nope.”

“I want to pinch your cheek so hard.”

That startles Yasmine, but she recovers quickly with her signature frown. “I hate when you do that. It hurts.”

“Good.” He smiles slightly.

She goes back to massaging his head. At some point, her legs go numb, but that’s around the time Harry’s breathing evens out, signaling he’s asleep. She lets him stay there, admiring his face and curls as she scratches at his scalp, wishing she could bend down far enough to kiss him.

“I love you,” she murmurs to his sleeping form, giving his curls a gentle tug. He shivers, as if the message has reached him even in his sleep.

#you ask and i shall give #harry and yasmine #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff

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propertyofkylar · 2 months

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little m!mason x gn!pc fic

cw: teacher/student relationship, dubcon, dominant reader

Ending the school day in swimming class was always a delight. Going in the pool was a relaxing way to finish a difficult day. Plus, you got to see your favorite teacher.

Today, you were in full teasing mode. Flaunting your body whenever possible, “accidentally” letting your swimsuit slip. Each time, you noticed how Mason averted his eyes. And it made you want more.

But at the end of class, as you climbed out of the pool, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Come back and see me after you get changed,” Mason said, unable to meet your gaze. And while your classmates started laughing about how you were in trouble, you were filled with excitement.

You put your uniform back on and waited for the other students to leave before heading into the pool room, where Mason was sitting on a bench. You took a seat beside him and moved closer than necessary, pressing your thigh against his.

Mason wasn’t looking your direction at all, instead focusing on some random spot on the wall. “You’re really terrible, you know that,” he said, his voice sounding strained.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “And yet you’re the one who asked me to see you, hm?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he sighed, before finally turning his head to look at you. You smiled at him and he blushed.

“Cute,” you teased, and he dropped his head into his hands.

“Do you know what would happen if we got caught? What they would say about me…” Mason trailed off.

You rolled your eyes. “You say that every time. And we haven’t gotten caught. Besides…” your hand trailed up his thigh and you felt him shudder. It made you smile. “You’re having fun anyway, right?”

Mason sighed again, looking you in the eyes. But if he was going to say something it was quickly forgotten as you leaned in and kissed him.

His lips were soft, and as usual, every inch of him smelled of chlorine. You felt him hesitate before placing his hands on your waist, kissing you back with more eagerness than he would’ve liked to admit. You groped at his crotch, his swim trunks still damp from the pool, and enjoyed his soft moans as you felt the bulge grow.

“That’s what I thought,” you murmured against his lips, and he let out an indignant “mmph” as a response.

When you pulled away, his head tilted forward slightly, as if the absence of your lips made him lose balance. Mason’s eyes widened as you slipped off the bench and settled between his legs.

“H-here?” He said in a strangled tone. “Out in the open?”

You rolled your eyes as you tugged his trunks down, enjoying the sight of his hard cock smacking against his toned stomach. “Relax,” you said as you languidly began to pump his shaft. “School’s over. No one’s gonna walk in. And even if they do…” you smirked as Mason’s face grew red. “They’ll just be jealous, anyway.”

“You’re awful,” he said, turning his head away as your hand moved faster.

“You’re not telling me to stop,” you replied, leaning forward to lick a drop of precum from the head of his dick. He didn’t say anything, but you could see his muscles clench.

Mason rubbed his hand across his face and let out yet another sigh. You moved your head to suck on the side of his shaft and he practically whimpered.

“Please,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut.

You looked up at him innocently. “Please what? Please stop? Please keep going? Look at me. How can you be a good teacher if you can’t even use your words properly?”

Mason exhaled shakily before opening his eyes and staring directly at you. The intensity made your heart skip a beat.

“Please suck my cock…”

You grinned. “See, was that so hard? You’re so cute when you speak so lewdly like that.”

Relaxing your throat, you wrapped your lips around his dick, reveling in the way Mason was instantly moaning. You slid your head forward taking in as much of his length as you could, until your nose was practically touching his stomach.

If Mason wasn’t looking at you before, he definitely couldn’t take his eyes off of you now. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and he whined, reaching a hand out to palm the back of your head. “Fuck…” he whispered.

You smiled but didn’t say anything, your mouth clearly preoccupied. Mason started thrusting his hips into your mouth and you expertly held back your gag reflex. This was nothing new to you, after all.

You bobbed your head as you alternated between licking and sucking, never doing the same thing for too long to keep Mason on his toes. And it was working. He was getting increasingly flustered, his hands tangling in your hair as you continued your work.

He bit down on his lip and then the palm of his hand to keep from crying out, but even still, his stuttered breaths reverberated in the empty pool room. You idly wondered what would even happen if the two of you got caught. Probably blackmail, you mused, especially if the one who caught you was Leighton.

“F-fuck,” Mason whined, breaking you out of your distracted thoughts. “I-I’m gonna…”

He trailed off and you hummed happily around his cock as an assent. Mason clearly couldn’t help himself and cried out as your mouth filled up with his hot, salty cum.

You pulled off his cock with a pop and gave him another winning smile. He dropped his head into his hands.

“You’re…you’re the absolute worst,” he groaned.

A glance at the clock made you yelp and stand up. “Sorry, babe. I’m gonna be late for work. We can continue this tomorrow, yeah?” You pressed a quick, wet kiss to his cheek before grabbing your bag and dashing off. “You owe me for this!”

And you left Mason sitting entirely naked on the bench, flushed and panting.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #mason the swimming teacher #degrees of lewdity x reader #writing #cw dubcon #incredibly self indulgent #i wanna suck his dick sosososoo bad #so i wrote this #it's a combo of like 3 fic ideas i had last night #will probably write more #hope u like it

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slytherweasley · 8 months

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Hello could I get a draco Malfoy x reader story based on the song all too well by Taylor swift (if you have seen the 10 min short film could you base it around that where they are fighting) -@graceperry8

All Too Well (Draco’s Version)

For my fellow swifties <3

You were meeting his friends for dinner, you actually suggested it, a dinner party at your house to get to know them. You were at the point of the relationship where you’d been dating for a few months and were ready to get more serious. You were so anxious the whole day, you remember showering and feeling so anxious you felt like you were going to throw up.

You got out of the shower and made your way into the bedroom where Draco was getting ready. “I’m so nervous” you say coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around him. “Don’t be they are great you’ll love them” he spins you around and pulls you close to him pressing a longing kiss on your head. “Im not worried about me liking them, I want them to like me” “they will, I like you there’s no reason they won’t.”

Draco is 9 years older than you, which means his friends are older too, although you and Draco got along well you felt intimidated as they were approaching 30 you were just coming to terms with turning 21 shortly. You thought you wouldn’t have much to relate about.

The long awaited moment came and once you’d been introduced you served dinner. They were talking about their times at Hogwarts, it was nice to hear but you didn’t have much to add but you did your best.

“Draco was the best at Potions despite what everyone thought of Potter” Pansy says “Really? I didn’t know that! I was also top of my class in Potions” you say taking Draco’s hand “but Hogwarts changed changed a lot since we left, really it went downhill. You didn’t experience Snape the best potions master of the century” he avoided your hand placing it on the table. Your heart sunk to your stomach, no one noticed and the conversation kept flowing but you weren’t able to get over it.

You kept quiet the rest of the night. You cleaned up after they left and Draco was helping you. “You’re awfully quiet, what’s going on? Didn’t like my friends?” “No they were great” “what is it?” “You, why did you treat me like that? You just dismissed me the whole night, you dropped my hand.” “I can’t even remember that” “Well you did it” “It was probably an unconscious action” “it was full of thought and intention.” “Well I didn’t mean anything by it” “you definitely meant to make me feel like a child when you told me that after you guys left Hogwarts every year went downhill.” “You’re making a night about me and my friends about you! That’s so fucking selfish, I didn’t expect that from you” “it’s not about me it’s about you and how you are being a shitty boyfriend” “don’t put your insecurities on me! This is you, you’re being so selfish!” He spat.

Your eyes welled up and a the painful lump in your throat was about to be released. You turn away from him and continue cleaning to let out your tears. “Hey, I don’t want to fight” he turns you around and wipes your tears “I’m sorry, I was a terrible boyfriend” he knew how to guilt you “no, you’re not” you said trying to catch your breath. He pressed his lips to yours and made you feel like you were overreacting.

Things had changed, fights would start over small things until one day it hit the breaking point.

Draco was in his study working when you came in after not talking all day. You didn’t get into an argument you were just in a rough spot. “Hey baby” you say sitting on his lap, he didn’t wrap his arms around you and just let you sit there.

“I’ve been thinking for a long time and I can’t get it off my mind” “talk to me” you take his hand and he lets you. “I’m not feeling this anymore, us. We are disconnected. It’s not the same” you get up and gave him “are you about to break up with me?” “Yes, it’s done” “we are going through a normal tough situation it’s no excuse to break up.” “I know you’re trying to make this work but I’m over it, I’ve been through this at your age. If we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine.” You weren’t even sad just mad. “Fuck this. Fuck you! You knew what you were getting into” “I don’t know what I was thinking, you’re too young.”

You just left and never came back. Never saw him again.

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getmeoutofhell · 3 months

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Ethan Landry x Shy F reader

warnings: mentions of reader getting killed at end

a/n: i tried my best to make this a “shy” reader. i’m terribly sorry if this is not the best.

requested by: @smoothestkoala

it was 1:00pm and you were getting ready to go and visit ethan at his place for the first time.

you guys starting ‘talking’ after you met him at sara’s place a month ago. you were hella nervous since this was your first time ever going to any guys place.

you did have a little crush on him. but you didn’t plan on telling him anytime soon for your own sake.

you headed to your car to head over to ethan and chads place.

gosh your nerves were bad. you didn’t understand why your body acted this way, especially around boys. but now was not the time to complain. hopefully you don’t embarrass yourself in front of him or anyone else today.

you then knock on the door. you waited for about 10 seconds until you heard someone on the other side. “hello? it’s y/n.” you felt a little embarrassed for waiting outside the door, but didn’t wanna think to far into it.

a few seconds later ethan opens the door.

“hey y/n. sorry it took so long i was in the middle of something.” you smiled at him. “no worries it’s okay.” he the opens the door fully to let you in.

“you can come and sit anywhere. make yourself comfortable.” he states to you, trying his best to not be awkward.

you slowly walk over to his couch and have a seat. you then take your phone and sit it next to you on the couch. “so ethan, how have you been?” you ask him, hoping the awkwardness would end.

“i’ve been doing pretty good i guess. how have you been? you go anywhere lately?” he looked at you with curiosity, waiting for a response.

you softly chuckled. “i don’t really go anywhere much. but i’ve been pretty good.” you smiled. “that’s great. would you like some water, pop, or something?”

“yeah i could use some water.” you thought his gesture to give you water was very sweet of him. you watched him get up and disappear behind the corner.

you were strolling on your phone when you saw ethan head back in with two bottles of water. “here you go.” he hands you one, then sits next to you again. “thank you.”

“would you like to watch something on tv? we have netflix.” you looked at him. “yeah sure.”

you ended up staying at ethan’s till around 6 and headed home. you thought he was sweet and kind, and wanted to go back to his place again in the future. your crush on him started to get worse and worse over time as you guys started talking.

*time skip some weeks*

overtime, you stared opening up more to ethan, telling him about you and your past and what you wanted to do in your future. he always listened to everything you told him, giving you hugs and words of comfort.

you eventually started heading over to his place every weekend, sometimes spending the night if he asked.

it was now around 9, and you were saying your goodbyes to ethan, getting ready to head home.

“i’ll text you later.” ethan told you.

“okay. thanks for letting me come over again. i really appreciate it.”

“you’re welcome beautiful.” you felt your face heat up, and your stomach turn at his kind words. before you walked out, ethan walked up to and gave you a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. you had the ugliest grin on your face as you walked to your car. maybe you’ll confess your feelings sooner than you thought.

*ethan’s pov*

after y/n left i went and sat back down on the couch. i took a long deep breath, and sighed. since the first time i saw her, i knew i would have a hard time. she’s a beautiful women. full of love and happiness, and i have to take it all away.

i feel my stomach turn in disgust thinking of the fact that this was all a set up. apart of our plan. she has no idea. no clue. that her days are coming to an end.

i can’t do it, i won’t do it. she’s the first girl i felt that actually likes and cares for me. i have to tell my dad i can’t do it. i can’t take my loves life.

@smoothestkoala i’m so so sorry is this is not what you wanted. i’m trying to get better, and thank you for requesting!! ❣️❣️

#slashers x reader #slashers #slashers x y/n #ethan landry #ghostface x reader #ethan landry x reader #ghostface #im sorry if this is trash

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ur-not-reddie · 6 months

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When The Day Is Dead

“Hey, Eds.” Richie greets with a grin, leaning on the lockers that are placed next to Eddie’s.

“”Hey,” Eddie says distractedly as he shoves books into his locker, swapping them out for others.

“Got any plans for tonight?” Richie asks, smile still upon his lips.

“Umm, I don’t think so.” Eddie hums in thought, closing his locker. “Why? Do you want to hang out tonight or something?” Eddie smiles as equally as wide as Richie.

“Yeah,” Richie nods. “Look, I know your mom doesn’t ‘believe’ in Halloween or whatever, but I wanted to invite you to the pumpkin patch. My parents and I are going and I really want you to come.”

Eddie’s insides nearly burst into flames. Going to a pumpkin patch with a boy he’s been in love with since he can remember? He’d be an idiot to pass this up.

“I’d love to,” Eddie nods, lips hurting from smiling so much. “But what will I tell my mom?” Eddie’s smile fades at the thought of her.

“Just tell her that you’re hanging out with all of us. Big movie night or somethin’.”

“Okay,” Eddie’s smile returns. Eddie whips out his phone and types a quick message to his mother, Sonia responding shortly after. She doesn’t seem to suspect a thing and that fills Eddie glee.

The bell rings, signaling that the last class is starting. The two decide to meet at Richie’s car after school. The last class felt like a drag to both of them. Both boys are eager to meet and head to the pumpkin patch.

When class ends, Eddie nearly books it to Richie’s car after, not wanting to waste any time. He makes it before Richie, testing to see if the car is unlocked - it is. He gives a soft, evil giggle and gets in the passenger side of the car. He props his feet on the dash and leans back into the seat with a pleased sigh. Only a few moments later, Richie arrives.

“Ready to go, Eds?” Richie asks as he starts the car.

“Aren’t your parents coming too?” Eddie asks, setting his feet on the floor, putting his seatbelt on.

“Well…” Richie sighs. “I kind of lied. They’re not coming, it’s just us.” Richie explains, keeping his eyes on the steering wheel while Eddie stays silent. Little does Richie know, Eddie’s heart is practically pounding out of his chest. “I hope that’s okay.” Richie says softly.

“Of course it’s okay,” Eddie can’t help but blush, knowing his cheeks are burning bright red. “I don’t mind. I think it’ll be fun.” he smiles widely, his eyes glowing.

“Okay,” Richie can’t help but giggle, butterflies swarming in his stomach.

The drive there wasn’t too terribly long, or maybe it was and the two were busy talking to even notice the distance. As they arrive, Eddie is taken away by all the pumpkins surrounding them.

“Woah,” he gasps, spinning in a slow circle to take everything in. “I haven’t seen so many pumpkins in my life!”

Richie laughs at Eddie’s reaction, wanting so badly to kiss him at this moment. It takes everything in him to refrain. Instead, he breathes out in a dreamy manner, looking at Eddie adoringly.

“What do you want to do first? Pumpkins? Corn maze? Hay ride?” Richie lists off. Eddie’s eyes go wide at all the options.

“Can we do the corn maze?” Eddie bounces on his heels.

“Haunted or regular?” Richie asks. Eddie nearly death glares at him as he already knows the answer. “Regular it is!” Richie chuckles and starts to lead the way. God, does he wish he could hold Eddie’s hand right now. The temptation of it is nearly unbearable. The two enter the maze, finding their way pretty easily until Richie gets them all twisted about.

“Wait,” Richie says as he turns around slowly. “I think we go this way.” he points to the left. Eddie sighs.

“Richie, dumbass, we just came from that way.”

“No, we came from this way.” Richie motions confidently towards the right. Eddie rubs his temples as he takes another deep exhale.

“Just let me lead the way,” Eddie says as he walks ahead of Richie.

“You’re going to make us more lost!” Richie shouts as he catches up to Eddie.

“You were the one that got us lost!” Eddie turns around to face Richie, looking up at him. “We were doing fine and now-“ Eddie cuts himself off, shaking his head. “Fine. You lead the way.”

“Gladly,” Richie puffs out his chest, cheesy grin playing on his lips. “Follow me, Eds! I’ll get us out of here, easy peasy.”

“Okay,” Eddie gives a soft giggle as he now follows Richie knowing he’ll turn them in circles over and over. Eddie lets it happen until he can’t take it anymore.

“Okay, you’ve led us in the wrong direction every time, listen to what I say!” Eddie huffs, crossing his arms, Richie finding him completely adorable.

The two continue on, bickering and playfully bantering. Eventually, they exit the maze an hour later.

“We made it!” Richie cheers, fist pumping the air.

“Fucking finally,” Eddie groans, throwing his head back. “Can we pick pumpkins now?” he looks at Richie, a wide smile now painted on his lips.

“Yes,” Richie nods. Him and Eddie walk slowly towards that field of pumpkins, them laughing during conversation.

“Which one do I pick?” Eddie asks as his eyes scan all the pumpkins before him.

“Whichever you want. Short and fat, tall and skinny. Tall and fat or short and skinny. It’s all up to you, Eds.” Eddie looks around some more before spotting the perfect one.

“Oh! I want this one!”

“This one’s mine!”

They both speak simultaneously, grabbing for the same pumpkin, hands brushing against each other.

“Oh,” Eddie burns bright red. “You can have it.” he says sheepishly as he pulls his hand away.

“No,” Richie smiles, picking up the pumpkin and handing it to Eddie. “She’s all yours.”

“Really?” Eddie asks, grabbing the pumpkin, cheeks still flushed.

“Yeah, of course!” Richie says in a cheery tone. “You've never been before and I want you to have the best pumpkin.”

Eddie hugs the pumpkin close, following Richie around until he spots one that he likes. They go to the booth and pay, the two fighting over who pays and who doesn’t. Richie, before Eddie can get any money out, pays for both of the pumpkins.

“I hate you,” Eddie tries to say seriously, but fails.

“Oh, you love me, Eds.” Richie laughs, only half-joking. He hopes deep down Eddie loves him in the way he loves Eddie.

“I do,” Eddie mutters softly. It’s not a lie. He’s in love with Richie.

The night begins to fall and the two decide to walk back to the car and head home to Richie’s house. Eddie loves Richie’s house. His parents are so sweet and loving and caring. He could spend eternity there and never get tired. It’s his happy place; his safe haven.

“We’re homeeee!” Richie marches inside, holding his pumpkin in the air. Eddie follows after him.

“Hi, boys!” Maggie greets as she walks out from the kitchen. “How was it?”

“It was amazing,” Eddie chirps. “I had so much fun. We even did the corn maze!" he sets his pumpkin on the ground.

“And how was that?” she asks again, a warm smile on her lips.

“We…” Eddie tries to find the right words. “We eventually made it.” he gives a soft laugh.

“Well I’m glad you two had a good time. I set out all your pumpkin carving supplies outside if you want to carve them.”

Richie and Eddie make their way to the back door, turning on the porch light as he does so. They set their pumpkins on the back table, stab them with knives and take out the guts. Richie grabs some of the seeds and goo, raises it above his hand up, acting as if he’s going to throw it at Eddie.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Eddie screeches.

“Oh, or what?” Richie asks playfully.

“I’ll knock your teeth to the back of your throat, bitch.” Eddie threatens. Richie can’t help but laugh.

“I’ll knock your teeth to the back of your throat, bitch.” Richie mocks.

“Get out of here,” Eddie nudges Richie with his shoulder. The two goof around, deciding to carve out silly faces. Wentworth comes out with two small candles and Maggie with two steaming mugs.

“Cider for you, and cider for you.” she says as she hands them the mugs.

“Let’s light these!” Richie says enthusiastically placing a candle in his pumpkin and burning it, Eddie copying his actions.

Maggie and Wentworth stay outside for a minute to enjoy the glow of the pumpkins and the company of the boys. It was only a few moments later that the parents go back inside. Richie and Eddie stand there in comfortable silence for some time until Richie breaks it.

“Eds?” Richie asks seriously.

“Hmm?” Eddie hums in question.

“I have to tell you something…” Richie pauses. “Something important.”

“You can tell me anything.” Eddie says sincerely, turning his head to look at Richie, only the glow of the candles in the pumpkins lighting up Richie’s face. Another long pause.

“I… I like you.” Richie finally says. “A lot and I have for a really long time.”

“You do?” Eddie asks, complete shock washing over him. Richie bites his lip and nods.

“Well…” Eddie says bashfully. “I like you too.” he bats his eyes.

There’s nothing more that can be said before they start kissing. Lips crashing against each other in a passionate kiss yet somewhat tender. The kiss lingers for quite some time, the two unable to get enough of each other.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Richie says breathlessly.

“Me too,” Eddie admits. “Now do it again.”

happy halloween <3

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #the losers club #losers club #it stephen king #reddie fic

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angry-trashcan · 9 months

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Why Are You Here?!

I came up with this idea of the chain just kinda... showing up in my living room. How I, and them, would react to this and the strange amount of Zelda merch in my room. I'm challenging others to write something similar! How would you react if they showed up in your living room? Tag me if you do!

2.2K WC

I looked up from my laptop at the loud thud. My eyes rolled, probably just my dog getting into something. I started to call her name when I noticed her laying at the end of the bed. Her own attention pointed to the closed bedroom door. What the fuck.

I pushed my laptop to the side and slowly got off the bed. I heard a voice come from the other side of the door, a deep man’s voice. Who the fuck is in my house?! I reached for my bag and scrambled through it until I found my pepper spray and opened my pocket knife with the other hand. My breathing was heavy as I went towards the door. Putting my ear against it, I listened for a minute.

“What kind of place is this?!” Was that another man?! How many are there?!

“Maybe some kind of weird dungeon? Could be some kind of trick.” Another one. I shuffled back to my bed and dug around for my phone. Fuck that, I’m calling 911.

“Imma look around, see if there’s somethin’ else to this place.” Another deep voice that had a too familiar accent too my own. Good to know at least that one’s a local. The bedroom doorknob turned and I turned back towards it, my dog standing to her feet. The pepper spray stayed in my shaky right hand and knife in my left, blade back just like I’ve always been told.

“Ivy, stay.” I whispered to the dog, hoping that for once in her fucking life she would listen. The door opened and a man stepped through, scraggily hair, face tattoos and a bit taller than myself. I screamed, pressing down on the pepper spray aimed at his face. He screamed next.

I paced the living room, looking at the men who were sitting amongst the couches and kitchen chairs. “No, I just don’t understand any of this.”

“And you think we do?” Legend hissed. He really does have an attitude problem.

“Did I fuckin’ say ya did?!”

“Okay, let’s just try to take a deep breath. Where exactly are we?” Warriors asked, and damn if his jawline wasn’t great in person.

“Texas.” I answer bluntly, my pacing not stopping.

“Okay, where is ‘Texas’?” Four, (bless his short little heart, only comes up to my stomach) put air quotes around the word.

“The United States, North America, South of Canada and North of Mexico.” They looked between each other.

“It seems like we have landed far, far from Hyrule.” Time spoke for the first time, his hand resting on his chin. “This is gonna be a fun one, boys.”

I looked to him, then Twilight next to him on the couch, still pouring milk into his eyes. I grimaced again at the thought of the pepper spray. I guess it’s better than if I had stabbed him. Ivy, my dog, was laying across his feet and licking Wild’s face who sat on the ground.

“We are terribly sorry for the intrusion; we will be leaving here shortly.” Time explained, standing to his feet.

I shook my head, laughing lightly. “Where do you plan to go?”

He seemed confused by that, “What do you mean? To an inn until we find the meaning for us being dropped here.”

“There’s no inns here. The closest hotel would be over thirty miles away.” Not to mention it being over 105 degrees and straight highway to get there. If they would even accept rupees as payment.

Time looked to Warriors, “What do you propose we do?”

“We can find somewhere to camp I would guess. That is all we can do.”

“You can stay here.” Everyone, even Twilight with his bloodshot eyes, looked at me. I suddenly felt the weight of those words. “I- I know there’s not much room but y’all can’t really go anywhere else. And it’s far too hot to camp.”

“We wouldn’t want to be a burden.” Hyrule says from next to me, oh gods his voice sounds like angels.

I shook my head again, “It’s no burden. I was going to start cooking soon for myself so I’ll just…” I looked around the room to the… ten? Men and boys and then to the fridge, “make more.”

“I’ll help!” Wild pipped up. I thanked him before turning to my room.

“Just give me like, five minutes, and I’ll be back out.” Nods came around as I closed the door behind me. My fake smile instantly fell the second my eyes reached the wall above my bed. Three Zelda posters, a Master Sword hung on display, a TOTK figure, art and so much more. What the fuck am I supposed to do with all of this?! Climbing up on my bed I started trying to take down the sword first, that would be the hardest to explain arguably.

“Hey, whatcha doin’?” A younger voice came from behind me. I blew the hair out of my face before looking back, Wind staring at me. My hands were on the sword, trying to take the screws out of the base holding it up.

“Uh…” I froze.

“Is- how do you-“ I jumped off the bed and ran to him, sword falling to the bed in the process.

“Shhh! Don’t say anything! It’s fake! It’s not even sharp!” I reached for the sword with one hand and pulled it up between us, letting him run his hand over it.

“Yeah, but. How do you have this?” His eyes fell behind me to the wall before they widened. “Is that-“ I looked back to where he was looking. To my Wind Waker poster. FUCK. HOW THE FUCK- “That’s so cool!” He screeched, dropping the sword into my hands and rushing to the wall, hands framing his own picture between them. “Damn! I look so cool here!”

“What’s going on in here?” Sky poked his head in, looking between you and Wind.

“Not-“

“Come look at this, Sky! They have a fake Master Sword and a picture of me on the wall! And, is that- is that Sage?!” Sky came into the room, eyes getting wide at the sword in my hands before going to Wind.

“That does look like Sage, huh? Strange.”

“Hey, Bailey? Can you come here for a second?” A voice called from the living room. I groaned internally before putting the sword on the bed, covering it with a blanket. Getting back in the living room and Sage and Wild were taking particular interest in a picture on the wall.

“So, uh, not gonna ask how you have this. But you got the hots for me or something?” Sage’s flat voice threw me off, getting me to shake my head.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He pointed at the picture he and Wild were staring at and, oh. It was a fairly large portrait of the art Lucifer, redone to be Sage. My only response was an awkward laugh before I felt a tap on my back. Legend spoke, “Hey, why do you have a snake and lizard in glass cages? Are you some kind of witch or something?”

That somehow caught me even more off guard, “Uh, well yes. But no, not like that-“

“Where does it come from?!” Hyrule was poking the water button on the fridge, water spilling everywhere. “Is it some kind of enchantment?”

“How is the light coming from here without flames? Is the flame inside the glass?” Warriors tapped the light bulb on the fixture over the small table.

“What kind of food is this?” Twilight looked rolled the cosmic brownie over in his hand.

“OKAY!” I yelled out. It caught everyone’s attention. “Imma start cookin’. There’s a small creek just down the hill behind the house, can’t miss it. Why don’t y’all go down there and I’ll cook? Be back in about forty-five minutes.” A few murmurs as they filed out the door. “Thank you!” I called out, closing the door behind it and leaning against it. “Fuck.”

“It’s a lot.” Wild’s voice made me snap my head up.

“I thought you would have gone with them.”

“I told you I would help cook.”

I smiled, “Thank you, Wild.” I looked out the window over the kitchen sink and saw that they had successfully made it to the creek before I stepped outside myself. “I just need a few things from the garden.” I left the door open for him to follow. I quickly picked some peppers and basil and shoved it into my shirt. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he picked one of the peppers and ate it. Those bitches are spicy just like that. How did he not even react? Is he that numb to spice from that damn goron spice?!

I tried to ignore it, putting all of the ingredients on the counter. He closed the door, tying his hair up higher as he came up next to me. Gods he looked so cute like that. They should have given him more hair up options in the game-

“So, what are we making?” He smiled, looking to the collection of food laid out.

“I’m thinking just pasta and some garlic bread. I wasn’t really expecting guests so that’s all I have enough of to make.”

He nodded, “I don’t know how to make either of those things but I bet I can figure it out!”

I laughed, turning on the stove top and letting the fire start boiling a pot of water. “It’s not too hard. When this water starts boiling, pour this box in there.”

He took the box of dried pasta from my hand, nodding. “I think I can do that.”

“I believe in you.”

Dinner cooked quick and Wild ate a few too many of the peppers. So, I had to send him back out to get more as I made the sauce. I noticed the rest of the group coming back up the hill through the window as I started getting plates out. The chain settled around the too-small table and couches as Wild and I handed them their food. They were still laughing about something that had happened on their little outing as they ate. I stood quietly, starting to eat my own when Twilight patted his own chair at the table.

“It’s only fair ya get a seat at ya own table. You did cook the food.” He laughed.

I shook my head, “Nah, it’s alright, really. Y’all are guests.”

He rolled his eyes, coming and taking my plate from my hands and putting it on the table. “Sit down. You ain’t sat down since we got here.”

I rolled my own eyes back, but sat down. “You’re more persistent than a bobcat, I swear.”

“Well, I wouldn’t hafta be if you weren’t as stubborn as a goat in the summer.”

Four looked to Legend next to him, mouth full of bread, “Do you have any idea what they’re saying?” He whispered.

“Not a damn clue.”

With dishes in the sink for a future me problem and sleeping arrangements situated I went to my room, calling Ivy in with me. I explained how to the toilet works before closing the door, taking a deep breath. A cough behind me pulled me from thoughts. Can I get a moment of peace? I turned to see Sage, standing next to the air mattress in the room. How could I forget one of them had to sleep in here?

“I know, I’m ‘bout to turn out the light and we can get to sleep.” I walked towards my own bed, pushing the still hidden sword further into the blankets.

“It’s not that. I’m just wondering why you have writing about us on that screen thing there.”

What.

“What are you talking about?”

“That thing right there on the bed.” He pointed to my still very open laptop, which had been plugged in. And open on Linked Universe fanfic I had been writing. How can he even read that?!

“I-“ I looked to him, then to the laptop, then back to him. “How can you read that?” Let’s just ask.

“Don’t worry. It seems like I’m the only one who can read your language for some reason. It’s kinda comical. I’m still very confused. But it’s somewhat endearing.” He sat on the air mattress, looking down at it under him when it moved more than he expected.

“Well, I’m glad you think so. Please don’t tell the others.” I sat on my own bed, hands folding in my lap.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, they’d probably freak and ask more questions. I’m okay with leaving it be.”

“Thank you, Sage. I appreciate that.” I smiled lightly. “I am, however, going to sleep. My ten favorite video game characters coming to life and showing up in my house was a lot for one day.” I laid back against my pillows, turning off the lamp in the process. Darkness fell over the room. I heard him shuffling into his air mattress before silence fell. I almost thought he was asleep when he spoke.

“So, you do have the hots for me?”

“GOODNIGHT.”

(NEXT)

#this is just crack #but it sO FUN #linked universe #lu #linked universe headcanons #lu headcanons #linked universe fanfic #lu sky #lu time #lu hyrule #lu twilight #lu wild #lu legend #lu warriors #lu wind #lu sage #lu four

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muffinwoozi · 5 months

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hello i come to you with a request please 😌 ok so like size contrast seungcheol/woozi with woozi who is short and chubby (and getting chubbier) with his athletic boyfriend seungcheol who loves teasing him about their differences (both in weight and height) thank you!!

unfortunately my internet in my uni accommodation has been really unreliable lately so it's taken longer than expected to start posting all the requests i've been working on - if you've sent me a request, don't worry, i'm not ghosting you! i have most of them written and ready to go, i just have to wait until i can access the library to post them (yes i have to use the university's wifi to post kpop feedism fic. what even is my life atp)

anyway! i hope you enjoy this, it actually turned out a lot kinkier than i originally set out for it to be aksjdjsjs. there's no smut or anything but i did lean pretty heavily into the feeding/teasing aspect 😉

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Size Up

Jihoon used to wear the same thing every day to work. His cushy office job doesn’t require much more than a pair of black slacks and white button-down shirt, so for the last two years, choosing what to wear had been the least of his worries. If anything, Jihoon liked the lack of variation - having to pick out a new set of clothes each morning sounded needlessly stressful, and he’d preferred to not stray from his typical routine, thank you very much.

There’s only one small problem, though. Since he began working as an accountant, Jihoon’s weight has almost doubled. Having a job that requires him to stay sitting for a majority of the day paired with a boyfriend who loves to spoil him by taking him out for dinner and feeding him every night has proved to be a terrible combination for Jihoon’s waistline, as evidenced by his jump from a solid 144 to a hefty 308 pounds. A consequence of gaining so much weight has resulted in stretch marks and shallow breaths and the occasional snarky remark from his grandmother, but perhaps the worst thing to come from getting bigger, way bigger, has been the fact he’s lost count of how many times he’s had to replace his simple work uniform.

The first replacement came when he had gained 20 pounds after he and his boyfriend had made a habit out of ordering takeout from their favourite Chinese restaurant down the block, and had come the second he felt his pants getting a bit snug.

Nowadays, however, there’s been some developments.

He adores the way the thin material clings to the soft fat around his waist, loves the feeling of peeling away the constricting cotton from his pale torso, examining the angry pink lines that decorate his skin from the tight squeeze. He gets a thrill deep in his spine, a hot, burning sensation buried deep until the chub of his stomach whenever he watches Seungcheol’s eyes light up as he feeds him more and more so that he grows out of them.

Nowadays, he waits until he can’t possibly go another day in his work clothes without becoming a threat to public decency. This time, it’s no different.

On Friday, he arrives home to the smell of bulgogi and bao buns and glazed donuts, all freshly prepared and ready for him to dig into. Jihoon knows their cupboards are almost as tightly packed as he is; barely struggling to contain all the high-calorie treats for tonight’s endeavours. He licks his lips excitedly as he closes the door behind him.

“Hyungie,” he calls as he toes off his shoes by the door.

Seungcheol emerges from the kitchen a second later, wiping his hands on a chocolate-stained tea towel. His face lights up when he sees Jihoon standing at the door, looks him up and down like a wolf admiring its prey before his eyes fasten on the huge belly that’s straining against his thinning shirt. Seungcheol sweeps his boyfriend into his arms, pressing his own washboard abs into the malleable dome that Jihoon sports.

“That shirt isn’t lasting any longer, baby,” Seungcheol teases, digging his hands into Jihoon’s hips hungrily. “You must be starving after such a long day, hm? Don’t worry, Jihoonie. We’re popping you out of that thing tonight.”

Jihoon almost moans as Seungcheol trails his fingers along the crest of his belly, knowing exactly where to apply pressure and wear to stroke gently. Where he’s all large and round and soft, Seungcheol is lean and strong and sculpted; the contrast is alluring, sexy, makes Jihoon blush aggressively when he’s reminded of just how much Seungcheol has fattened him up. It’s exhilarating, knowing he’s given his boyfriend such control over him and his body and how Seungcheol never gets tired of pulling the same old tricks on him. After all this time, his low, husky voice and Herculean muscles still manage to work like a charm on Jihoon.

"Look at how big your belly is, baby. So big and soft and round for me. How does this work, hm? You're half my size and, like, triple my weight. How've you managed that, hm?" Seungcheol's voice dips down an octave. "You must have someone really strong and handsome who can handle all of you, am I right?"

Jihoon nods feverishly.

"And I bet you're looking forward to the food I've made you, right? You must've been holding back for hours."

“Barely eaten all day,” Jihoon lies. “I’m so hungry. Need filling, hyungie.” Seungcheol grins and lightly kisses Jihoon’s chubby cheek before he guides him into the kitchen, towering over Jihoon’s shoulders as he plunks him down into his seat.

The first dish is a huge bowl of three-meat bulgogi, much bigger than the portions served at their local bulgogi joint. Seungcheol loads up a forkful and presses it to Jihoon’s lips, his free hand massaging his belly, slowly rubbing up and down as Jihoon lets out a pleasant moan at the first bite.

“Oh my god, hyungie,” Jihoon mumbles through a mouthful of pork and lettuce as more and more forkfuls come his way. Seungcheol is not a slow feeder - instead, he likes to stuff Jihoon without hesitation, push him to his limits until he can’t physically consume any more food. He loves to see the glazing red of Jihoon’s cheeks as he puffs through each bite, the subtle signs of struggle and determination to not only impress him, but prove to himself that he can go above and beyond.

“Used three whole packets of meat just for you, Jihoonie. Only the best for the love of my life.”

It’s when they’re coming to the end of the first dish that Jihoon’s stomach really starts protesting. It whines and gurgles as it tries to digest the meal suitable for a family of five. It’s itchy as the skin pulls, stretching to accommodate the swell, as Jihoon groans and drums his nails along the top of it, where it shelves his growing moobs. “Don’t think it-it’ll t-take much tonight,” he hiccups through his sentence, slowly soothing his doughy belly. Seungcheol puts down the fork and sinks both hands into Jihoon’s stomach. It’s still squishy, not quite full enough to harden yet, but the cotton shirt is getting tighter and tighter, the buttons straining and revealing strips of Jihoon’s pale skin underneath.

“You’re doing so well, Jihoonie, so well,” Seungcheol coos. “I can’t wait to see you burst out of this thing. I wonder what everyone at work thinks when they see you waddle into the office with your belly threatening to pop out of your shirt. They probably think it’s as hot as I do. But you know what? They don’t get to touch you like I do.” He squeezes Jihoon’s belly and pats it tenderly before handing Jihoon a bowl of bao buns.

“You’re going to eat all of that,” he tells him, slowly rising up from his chair. “You’ve got until I put the finishing touches on these donuts or I won’t give you a belly rub.”

“Whatever you say, hyungie,” Jihoon says submissively as he bites into the first bun. It’s practically bursting with flavour, the crispy duck filling causing him to moan quietly into the pastry. His belly is becoming heavy as he chews, so he strategically places one hand so that it’s resting underneath in, supporting its weight and rubbing his skin as he reaches for the second one. By the third bun, his breath is becoming laboured and his stomach feels constricted but he powers through like the machine he is, running his chubby hand up and down his underlayer of fat. It’s when he finally reaches his second to last bun that he feels his stomach begin to grow firm, finally hardening with all the food he’s managed to pack inside. Seungcheol’s adding toppings to the final row of donuts in the corner of the kitchen, so Jihoon sandwiches the last two buns together and shoves them into his mouth in two bites. He struggles to breathe through the large mouthfuls but with his hands now fully free, he can attend to his swollen belly that’s now pooled into his lap.

As he palms it, he can tell it’s gotten larger, knows he’s getting bloated with each bite he’s taken. His stomach gurgles and he moans, jabbing the heels of his palms into each area of the expanse in efforts to soothe it. The buttons strain as he takes deep, heavy breaths, and he’s counting his lucky stars that they haven’t popped yet. But as Seungcheol places the tray of donuts in front of him, he knows this is what will send his shirt to its grave.

Seungcheol bypasses the chair and instead drops to his knees in front of Jihoon, palming his stomach lovingly. It feels hot and heavy, even through the shirt. “Aw, does it hurt, baby?”

“My pants do,” Jihoon huffs, one hand wedging its way between the tight fabric and the fat that’s accumulated on his lower hips. “But it’s good. The kind of pain that turns me on. God, the stretch marks are going to be so angry tonight.” His heart leaps in his chest at the thought of how he’ll look in front of the mirror tonight.

“Let’s get you out of this shirt,” Seungcheol says eagerly, voice dripping with desire. He grabs the nearest donut off the tray and shoves it into Jihoon’s expecting mouth, and god, it’s to die for. A burning sensation tingles all over Jihoon’s body as he moans, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

“Oh, baby, you really like that,” Seungcheol whispers. It isn’t even a question; he knows Jihoon’s reached a tipping point. Jihoon locks eyes with him as he feeds him more, his stomach groaning and hardening with each bite. They start alternating between bites of donut and fizzing, sugary cola, the bubbles inflating his rock hard stomach and causing Jihoon to burp softly as Seungcheol continues to fondle his belly.

It’s when they’re halfway through the donuts and down an entire litre bottle that it happens.

Jihoon’s back begins to ache and as he chows down on what has to be the eighth or ninth donut. He’s too stuffed to stretch his arms back that far to attempt to soothe it, but luckily, he has a very strong boyfriend who’s more than qualified for the job kneeling right in front of him.

“Hyungie, I need you to help me-”

He’s cut off by a comically loud tear, the sound of the fabric ripping bouncing off their kitchen walls like an echo. All at once, Jihoon feels a cool breeze on his red-hot stomach as it surges forward like a tsunami, the last three buttons of his shirt no longer holding it back.

Seungcheol moans at the sight before him. Jihoon’s stomach is swollen and massive, covering half of his lap like a pet cat. Slightly dazed, Jihoon is groaning and running his hands over it in every direction possible, basking in the reality of just how big he’s gotten, just how much Seungcheol has fattened him up.

“Jihoonie, you look like a dream,” Seungcheol murmurs, gripping Jihoon’s fat into his hands possessively. “God, the things I want to do to you right now. I’ve fattened you up so well, haven’t I? So big for me, baby. You’ve done so well tonight.” Jihoon’s belly brushes against his abs as Seungcheol leans up to kiss him.

He’s definitely going to have to buy another replacement uniform.

#muffinwoozi writes #svt feederism #svt weight gain #chubby woozi #feeder seungcheol #kpop feederism

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arealphrooblem · 10 months

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A Favor for a Favor Part 4

Part One Here

CW for the fic overall: kissing/fade to black off screen sex, mentions of non-consensual drugging, non-graphic wound care, off screen murder mention

Synopsis:

When Roxanne -- Agent name Rocket -- is back-stabbed by a friend and given a serum that drains her of her powers and leaves her helpless, she has no choice but to turn to the one person she can't trust: Her nemesis -- a politician and king of the underworld. With her powerless and in the palm of his hand, what he decides to do with her is greatly influenced by their chance meeting as teenagers that neither of them have been able to forget.

The Present

When Roxanne’s hands started to resemble her grandmother’s, she reluctantly crawled out of the tub and into the soft clothes left for her -- sweatpants and a dark t-shirt. Both felt buttery, sinfully soft against her skin. She used the brush by the sink and combed her wet hair into a single braid before stepping out.

The combination of the hot bath and the pain killers made her sleepy and relaxed. She hurt still, but it was a distant echo of the pain she had earlier. Roxanne could think again, beyond the blind panic and excruciating pain.

And that was a problem because the last thing she wanted to do right now was think about all the implications of what happened to her.

John waited for her in the living room, reading on one of the arm chairs. Dressed out of his suit and in soft pants and a henley (they almost matched), he looked so painfully domestic, so terribly innocent.

Her traitorous heart squeezed in her chest, as it did so many times when she watched him through the camera lens. He breezed through her work many times after he won the mayor race and then, more recently, the senate race.

And every time the sight of him ignited a blistering cocktail of rage at what he allowed himself to become: this master manipulator who lied as often as he breathed, putting on a wholesome face when he ran the criminal underground, and a persistent longing that she couldn’t shake off. Like deep down she still thought she could save him.

Which was stupid and unhealthy but it wouldn’t leave her.

Looking at him now, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp beside him, reading the exact kind of cheesy sci-fi book her father had in his library, she couldn’t shake the feeling that underneath the darkness he cultivated to survive was someone good, someone worthy of care.

He jerked his gaze up from his book.

“I was beginning to wonder if you had drowned,” he said idly.

If he heard her thoughts about him, he didn’t show it.

“That would solve a lot of problems for you if I did.”

“Yes, having the dead body of an Agency Hero in my bathtub definitely solves problems for me. Come here.”

He opened the first aid kit and took out gauze, medical tape, antibiotic cream and bandages. Roxanne found herself stepping forward to obey without even thinking of it. A thread of unease wound through her. Had he expanded his powers to actual mind control?

“I can only powerfully suggest what you think you want to do anyway,” he said.

“It’s so fucking creepy when you do that,” she complained as she settled next to him.

“My apologies,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “It’s hard to stay out after being blocked for so long.”

“I can’t even feel you in there anymore.”

“That’s the goal.”

He took her left hand in his and dabbed Neosporin on it with a Q-tip, his touch still impossibly gentle. The intimacy of it made her squirm, stomach twisting.. She could almost believe in this moment that he might have some humanity still left in him.

It was a dangerous, stupid thought.

“What's going to happen to me,” she asked softly, “now that you’ve got me right where you want me?”

He placed a bandage on top of her knuckles and began wrapping the gauze tape around it.

“ . . .This is not where I want you.”

She snorted. “Really? Me powerless and vulnerable and at your total mercy is not what you’ve dreamed of for years?”

He said nothing for a long moment, focusing on securing the bandage tight and taping it down before moving onto the next hand.

“If I told you where I actually wanted you, it might scare you away,” he murmured finally.

“Please tell me this penthouse apartment doesn’t come with a torture dungeon,” she joked, hoping to God it was just a joke.

“I keep my torture dungeons at the docks in old warehouses.”

“We’re not going to make a surprise return trip are we?”

Pointed silence followed her question as he put intense focus on wrapping her other hand. He was messing with her, right? He had to be. Why the bath, the tender medical care, why take her home if he only intended to hurt her later?

His fingers slid gently into her hair, turning her head to the left as he searched for the cut above her ear.

“If you’re so worried about what I might do to you, why did you come to me?”

Roxanne swallowed, her gaze darting away.

“You’re a mind reader,” she said, stiffening. “You should know the answer.”

“I want to hear you say it out loud.”

She hissed as his fingers brushed over the cut in her hair. He leaned forward, lifting her hair to get a closer look. The woodsy, spicy scent of his cologne, which probably cost more per ounce than her electric bill, danced just under her nose. She could turn her head and kiss him.

“I didn’t have anyone else I could trust,” she whispered.

He chuckled, a low rumble. “Since when do you trust me?”

“I didn’t because you were an enemy of the Agency. But now I can’t trust the Agency.”

“And,” he prompted.

“And . . .I thought I would be safe with you.”

Admitting it felt like handing him a knife and offering her throat. The possibility that he would hurt her had always occurred to her. And logically, that’s what she expected. But something in her gut told her that he wouldn’t and it went against all reason.

He dabbed more Neosporin on his finger and pressed it gently over the cut.

“I was safe with you, all those years ago. You will be safe with me now.”

She believed him.

The spare bedroom sat tucked away behind the library. Roxanne glanced around just enough to note the dark jewel tone colors of the decor before collapsing into the bed and passing out.

She didn’t stir for fourteen hours. When she did finally rise, she felt like a zombie digging out of their own grave. Everything hurt. Everything.

“Finally. I was about to do the spoon test.”

John appeared in the doorway. The smell of something divine wafted from the open door.

“Is that . . .coffee?” she croaked.

“It could be. You should get up and find out.”

She did so with a groan, hobbling out through the study and into the kitchen like someone’s grandma. The weight of his gaze followed her long before his footsteps. The kitchen had a bar with tall swivel chairs that she slowly clambered into.

“Take these first,” he said, pushing the bottle of Ibuprofen and a glass of water over to her. “How do you like your coffee?”

“Right now I like that it exists,” she said.

“Excellent. You can have as much as you want -- after you tell me everything that happened last night.”

“Are you seriously bribing me with coffee?”

“No. I’m holding the coffee hostage until I get information.”

He took a long, pointed sip from his own mug. Her mouth fell open.

“You’re diabolical,” she hissed.

“And you’re stalling.”

“Is this another power trip just to hear me say what you could read for yourself?”

He pinned her down with a stare that made her feel like sitting in the principal’s office.

“You refuse to think about it and I find it tedious to sift through the myriad random thoughts that run through your mind just to find answers you should be giving me yourself. Now quit being childish and tell me everything.”

It spilled from her in spurts and false starts. It was humiliating to admit how blindly she had trusted Erik, a fellow agent and friend, when he asked to meet with her that evening long after everyone else had gone home. She didn’t even think to question him when he took her into the service elevator -- the one with no cameras.

Hell, her first thought when he plunged the syringe into her wasn’t even betrayal. It could have been a vaccine to something from a powered villain. It wasn’t until she felt a strange, heavy exhaustion flood her limbs that something felt wrong. When the elevator doors opened to the basement, she tried to blur away and fell to her knees instead.

“Did he attack you?” John asked, voice slow and deadly.

“I attacked him first. I thought he was some kind of shape shifter, targeting heroes one on one. Even then I didn’t think it was -- him.”

“And then he hurt you.”

“ . . yeah.”

She swallowed, eyes burning. It was made painfully clear just how much she depended on her powers to fight when he beat her soundly and in seconds -- head thrown against the wall, kicked in the ribs, kneed in the mouth and nose.

“He left me there and walked out like nothing happened.”

To her horror, tears slipped out the corners of her eyes. She pressed the hells of her hands against them, as if she could stem them from that alone.

“I know you think I’m naive and stupid,” she said shakily. “But I don’t understand why.”

He pulled her hands gently away from her face. “You are naive, but you’re not stupid. You worked with him for years, you had no reason not to trust him. Tell me, what is his Agent name?”

“Why? Do you want to send him a thank you card?”

“No. I want to kill him.”

The look in his eyes was downright terrifying. She had only seen John’s public face, the one that won him so many elections. The winsome, handsome, boyish smile with perfect white teeth. This reminded her of the John she first met, half feral and ready to stab anyone in the face.

Of course, he only got his wealth and his elections from his power. If he lost that, well . . . .He’d be worse off than her. No wonder he looked so pissed.

“Shadow.”

John’s mouth thinned into a tight, grim line. Erik patrolled at night due to his ability to travel through darkness. Undoubtable they had run ins before. Roxanne wasn’t the only one on the quest to dismantle John’s unground organizations.

“Did he say anything to you before he left?”

The memory was hazy from pain, but she thought hard.

“Something like . . .that I wasn’t cut out for this work. That he was doing me a favor.”

“I see.”

“I don’t know if he was working alone or if it was really even him or if the Agency told him to do it. I don’t know anything and I don't know how to find out without telling the whole freaking world that I’m a sitting duck!”

Her voice started cracking at the end and she bit the inside of her cheek hard to stop herself from breaking down. John waited her out quietly, his expression hard as stone.

“Can I have my coffee now?” she asked after a few minutes, throat tight.

His eyes softened into something that looked dangerously like pity.

“Yes.”

Part five here

#hero x villain #enemies to lovers #my writing #writeblr #a favor for a favor #dark villain

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writethelifeyouwant · 2 years

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Made For You | Chapter 11

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: AU, Time Jump, Omegaverse, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, age difference, taboo relationship, scent attraction, true mates, surprise rut, knotting, Dean has intimacy issues, angst, denial, old wounds, rejection Bingo Squares: @spnabobingo - Rut Word Count: 2.1k

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Y/N's POV

Dean is quiet, and he’s gone completely still behind you. It barely even feels like he’s breathing. Your chest tightens anxiously, immediately feeling like something has gone wrong even though you have no logical reason to feel that way. But right now, your heart feels like it’s dropped into the pit of your stomach, the space that had felt so empty only a moment ago now brimming with dread, erasing your appetite completely.

“Dean?” you speak hesitantly, swallowing with difficulty around the lump that’s risen in your throat. “What’s wrong?” You know something’s wrong, you can just tell.

“Huh?” the alpha startles behind you, his chest heaving unevenly against your back as he takes a deep breath.

“It–” you break off, saying it out loud just sounds silly. “It feels like something’s wrong,” you force yourself to say, squeezing your eyes shut even though you’re already facing away from Dean. You’re not sure what not looking at him will do to protect you, anyway.

“What, uh–” Dean pauses, seemingly as nervous about speaking as you feel, though you still can’t imagine for the life of you why. “What do you mean it feels like something’s wrong? Like physically?” his voice suddenly pitches up in apprehension. “Am I hurting you?” Dean starts shifting behind you, trying to pull away, but his knot is still keeping your bodies locked together, and your hiss of discomfort immediately stills his manoeuvring. “Sorry,” he cringes, probably having caused himself some small amount of pain as well.

“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head, trying to allay his worry but still unable to look at him in your own anxiety. “Not physically, I meant like… I don’t know, it sounds stupid, but it felt like something changed, somehow. Like I felt kinda… sad and scared, all of a sudden.” You feel supremely awkward trying to explain it out loud, because the same way you can sense that something is wrong, you can also sense that those emotions that were washing over you weren’t actually yours.

“Y/N,” Dean starts. Stops. Thinks. You get another ripple of something that doesn’t feel like it belongs to you; something akin to guilt, or regret, maybe. “What do you think is happening here?” the alpha finally asks softly.

It’s not a question you were expecting. Honestly, you’d been expecting Dean to tell you that your dad had texted you and was on his way to the Roadhouse with a battalion of state troopers or something along those lines. That, or that you’re actually terrible in bed. Your mind scrambles to find a way to answer his question in a way that doesn’t seem too forward or clingy–and then it hits you exactly what’s wrong. Dean has your phone. He must have seen the article you left open the last time you’d used the device; last Friday, before your heat kicked in.

“Oh,” you breathe out in dread realisation. “You, um…” you can’t bring yourself to say it.

“I’m uh–” Dean huffs and laughs, a deep warm sound blooming from his chest, and you can tell he’s trying to make light of the situation, ease the tension. “I’m looking at a forum asking “I’m the wettest I’ve ever been, is he my true mate?” he laughs again, brimming with uneasiness.

“Okay, in my defence, I only clicked on that link because it sounded really funny,” you rush to explain, avoiding the real question at hand.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll buy that,” Dean chuckles softly. His arm comes down in front of you, placing your phone face up on the mattress where you can see it, and he gently puts a hand on your shoulder. There’s a false comfort in the gesture like he’s trying to placate you before he lures you into some kind of a trap. He takes a deep breath. “Why did you google that?” he asks, voice scratching uncomfortably on the words.

“I, um,” you gulp, trying to stop your throat from closing up in fear and cutting off your air. “I… you feel it too, don’t you?” Your voice sounds pathetic, pleading, hoping against hope for validation of the tumult of emotions that have been raging through your brain ever since you met this alpha three days ago. Dean’s silent, and in your awkwardness, you feel the pressure to keep talking. “I mean, this feels different, right? To normal, I mean. Like… I know I don’t have a lot of experience, obviously, but I’ve dated alphas before, and I’ve had heats before but nothing has ever felt the way I felt when I met you. I’ve never actually wanted to sleep with someone before last Friday. I mean, sure, I’ve been curious before, but I’ve always felt just sort of apathetic about it. But then I met you, and you gave me your number and you, I mean, you offered straight away–” you feel Dean scoff lightly behind you “–and with anyone else, I would have ignored it. Or even been offended by it. But I actually wanted you.”

Turning carefully in his arms, his hand still resting on your shoulder, you force yourself to look up at the alpha you’re pouring your heart out to right now.

“I needed you,” you correct yourself, eyes searching his pale green eyes staring back at you with unfathomable emotion.

“Y/N,” Dean sighs halfheartedly, and you shake your head on instinct. You can feel what he’s trying to say to you, and you don’t want to hear it. “Sweetheart, look, I’m not denying how attracted I am to you. That would be fucking pointless, given our current situation,” he smirks wryly for a moment before his face falls again. “Clearly there’s something… compatible about us–” you can tell he’s choosing his words very carefully “–your scent is so damn nice, and I wanted you the second I set eyes on you. But I’ve been around the block a few more times than you have, I’ve… I’ve felt what you’re talking about before. I’ve felt that about someone else, a long time ago now, but back then I always thought that he…”

Dean freezes, clearly not having intended to say that last part out loud, and you feel your eyebrows raise in surprise. It’s not that it bothers you at all, you just wouldn’t have imagined someone who carries themselves like such a ladies' man would be anything other than straight. Fuck, what if that’s what Dean’s trying to tell you?

“Are you gay?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, immediately feeling your cheeks heat up in shame, but Dean only laughs lightly.

“I like to say that I’m… not picky,” Dean lands on the description with a small smile, and you’re relieved that he hadn’t taken offence at your outburst. “But, that’s not my point. My point is… I thought someone was my true mate, once. Back when I was about your age, really. And honestly, if true mates exist, or if one exists for me… I think it would have been him. But it wasn’t. I just don’t think that’s in my cards; no one deserves to get saddled with me forever,” Dean looks at you sadly, pityingly, and you feel sick to your stomach.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispers. It’s your turn to be frozen in silence now. “I’m so sorry. If I’d realised how you felt before we– I never would have– I didn’t mean to take advantage of you. When you said you’d been waiting for sex because you were waiting for me, I didn’t think you meant… it never crossed my mind that you thought we were true mates. I was just thinking with my dick, and I was flattered that you were attracted enough to someone like me. I mean, I’m probably twice your age, when you ran away with my number after you shot me down I never figured I had a chance.”

Your mind is reeling, the storm of emotions clouding your thoughts no longer distinguishable from one another, and you say the first thing that makes it to your lips, still trying to make sense of all of this.

“But, I went into heat,” you object. “I shouldn’t have been close to one, but being around you… my body reacted to you that way, no matter what my mind was thinking. And you… your rut,” you stumble awkwardly, trying to reason your argument out loud, trying to make Dean understand. “That doesn’t just happen, right? That’s not normal. You said it yourself, there’s something about us that’s compatible,” you press, cringing away from the desperation in your own tone. “I’m not saying I’m in love with you, I know we barely know each other. But there’s gotta be a reason we felt so drawn to each other. And being true mates really is the only thing I can think of that explains it,” you finish lamely. You can see in Dean’s face that you haven’t convinced him.

“I hear what you’re saying, I do,” Dean says, tone trying to be comforting. “But there’s a lot of other reasons why this would never work out, even if I believed in true mates. And I’m sorry, Y/N, but I just don’t. I can’t.”

Dean tries shifting on the bed again. You’re still tied, naked, and cradled against each other, and despite everything that’s being said between you, something about that physical connection still just feels right. Like it’s keeping you grounded, somehow. Dean moves again though, and you realise what he’s doing. He’s not just adjusting himself, he’s trying to leave.

“No, Dean, wait,” you try to assuage his restlessness, but he doesn’t stop.

“I’ve gotta… I’m sorry, I have to go,” Dean isn’t looking at you. He pushes a hand between you and wraps a hand around himself, easing his cock out from between your hole as gently as he can manage, but his knot is still halfway inflated at least, and it hurts when he finally manages to free himself. His face looks dour, and he’s hunching his shoulders in a way that you’ve never seen him hold himself: like he’s nervous, or unsure of himself.

“Wait, please,” you sit up in bed, pulling the blanket up to your chest to cover your skin. Now that Dean is pulling his own clothes back on haphazardly it feels wrong to be so casually naked in front of him. “Can we talk about this? Maybe go get some food and some coffee or something? We’ve been cooped up back here for practically the whole time we’ve known each other, can’t we give this a chance in the real world?” You know you’re begging but you can’t help it. As soon as Dean was no longer inside you an emptiness began to expand in his place, opening up a space for all the uncertainty and regret in the room to creep in and make its home.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Dean shakes his head, now mostly dressed, and trying to tug on his boots without untying the laces–not with much success.

“Why not?”

“I’m still in a rut, Y/N,” Dean snaps, and you shrink back at the unexpected ire in his tone. “If I stick around and you’re somewhere I can get to you, I’ll just wind up taking advantage of you again. I’m not gonna force myself on you,” he grunts, finally managing to get his shoes on, and standing back to full height with an air of finality.

“It wouldn’t be forcing yourself on me if I want it,” you protest feebly.

“You don’t know what you want,” the alpha brushes you off. “I thought I did when I was your age, too. But what you’re feeling… it’s just gonna lead you down a road that you don’t want to be on. You don’t know anything about my life, about what kind of person I am. I’m not a good guy, Y/N,” Dean shakes his head dejectedly, almost laughing in derision but clenching his teeth around the sound, his jaw twitching angrily.

“Why don’t you give me a chance to decide that myself?” you bristle, not appreciating being dictated to.

“Because I’ve gotta go, sweetheart,” Dean grimaces, his eyes flickering down towards his feet then skating briefly over your clumsily-covered body, and you can see him lick his teeth behind his lips, clearly holding something back. He takes a breath, forcing himself to look you in the eye, and you hope, maybe, he’s thinking about changing his mind or letting his rut take over again. But he lets out the breath in a hiss and gives you an abrupt nod of farewell. “Thanks for the fuck.”

And then he’s gone.

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cooliogirl101 · 2 years

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Ppg Naruto, Neji and Sasuke ( maybe along with itachi too) with canon Naruto, Neji and sasuke

Or canon Neji, Naruto and Sasuke with Reina, Kushina and Mikoto

Kushina and Naruto:

“Mom, mom, it’s okay,” Naruto said. “You don’t have to cry.” He gave her a wobbly smile. “I turned out okay, didn’t I?”

“Yes you did, and I’m so proud of you, but…but you shouldn’t have been all alone through all that!” Kushina hiccuped, both arms thrown around him. “Even if Minato and I couldn’t have been there for you, you should’ve had people…oh, I am going to kill Jiraiya—”

“Pervy Sage isn’t that bad,” Naruto defended Jiraiya weakly.

The look on Kushina’s face could have felled an S-rank ninja.

“Pervy Sage? Are you telling me that pervert— I swear to god, if he ever touched you—”

“No, no, nothing like that!” Naruto said hastily. “He just likes to peep on women, that’s all!”

Judging by Kushina’s answering expression, that really wasn’t helping Jiraiya’s case.

“It looks like I’m going to have words with your godfather,” she said, a tight smile on her face. Thank god she hasn’t listened to Minato and had asked Sakumo to be Naruto’s godfather instead. “But anyway, let’s talk about happier topics! How do you feel about ramen?”

The tight knot in her chest loosened a fraction at Naruto’s answering beaming smile. It was nice to know that some things, at least, never changed.

Mikoto and Sasuke:

Mikoto’s never been much of a crier. She’s well aware that on her team, she’s considered the unemotional one. The logical one. She’s the strategist of the group— it’s her job to make decisions without letting feelings get in the way.

Right now though, an alternate (sadder, lonelier, grief-stricken) version of her son in her arms, she can’t seem to stop crying.

It’s ludicrous and she hates herself for it, hates herself for not being able to make things right, hates the alternate version of herself for not being able to protect either of her sons, hates herself for not being able to take away Sasuke’s pain.

“I’m sorry,” she says, even though it’s her belief that apologies are almost as useless as tears. “I’m sorry for not being able to be there for you.”

She feels his hands settle on her back, pulling her into a hesitant embrace.

“You’re here now,” is all he says.

It’s not quite forgiveness, but…it’s a start.

Reina and Neji:

As he looked at the woman who was his…mother in another lifetime (and how strange, the concept of having a mother. He’d never known his), Neji felt something heavy settle in his stomach like a stone.

“Is…is something wrong?” He asked, hating how hesitant his voice is.

Did I do something wrong?

He’d been ecstatic— beyond ecstatic— to see his father again. To talk to him again. To hear him say he was proud of Neji, of the man and shinobi he’d become, that he was so happy to have him as a son.

Then he’d turned to Reina, and Reina…Reina had taken one look at him and her face had closed off, expression eerily blank save for the sudden coldness in her eyes.

Reina blinked, the ice in her eyes thawing as she turned back to look at him.

“What? No!” She exclaimed. “I was just—” Her eyes flashed, before she took a deep breath. “I was just…preoccupied by my thoughts for a moment. Forgive me.”

She smiled hesitantly at him. Neji studied her face carefully, unable to find any trace of that terrible, ice-cold fury from before.

“Let me start over?” She asked, voice gentle. “I’m Reina. You can call me Reina or Mom, whatever you’re comfortable with. I…I am so, so happy to meet you, Neji.”

Neji swallowed. There was an uncomfortable ache in his throat.

“It’s good to meet you too,” he murmured, tongue feeling heavy and awkward. He frantically tried to think back to Tenten’s lectures on social niceties and what you were supposed to say to people when you first met them. “Would— would you like to get lunch together?”

“I’d love to,” she said warmly. Neji felt his shoulders relax a fraction. “But first things first.” Her gaze drifted upwards. “How do you feel about getting that seal off your forehead?”

#powerpuff girls au #Reina was definitely vividly imagining massacring all the Hyuuga elders

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emetogirl · 2 years

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alright folks. got another “I experienced a terrifying medical crisis turned into a fanfiction” moment with (yep you guessed it) a super hot guy who came to my rescue.

Without giving away too much personal detail, I frequently pass out, throw up, have seizures, and generally very rarely feel anything other than shit. It’s made working difficult but I’ve earned myself a lot of respect points in the toughness department from my coworkers by persevering through it. So the other day I wake up and I just feel off. Like maybe 70% more miserable than I typically do. I feel dizzy, tired, feverish, nauseous, weak, all that fun stuff. And also sadly all in the range of normal for me. bleh.

I get to work and I feel just terrible. In our before work meeting I let everyone know that today is not a good day but I’m gonna try my best. After being at work for less than half an hour, I’m suddenly hit with a wave of weakness and vertigo that has me stumbling to the break room thinking I’m going to puke. I get to our staff bathroom and just brace my hands on the sink and look into the mirror… my face is extremely pale with tinges of yellow at the corners of my mouth, I’m shivering, and my vision is getting hazy. This was too much for me to breathe through and then get back to work. I knew I was too sick to be here and I needed to go home. I step into the break room where one of my coworkers (who is a close friend) is clocking in and tell her that I’m feeling really sick. She goes to grab my manager while I wait in the break room with my eyes closed, one hand on my chest and the other over my stomach, trying to calm the dizziness and nausea. But whatever was going wrong with my body at the time was just getting worse and I seriously felt so so sick. Apparently my coworker went to the office, told our manager “hey ro says she’s not feeling well and she’s resting in the break room,” my manager exchanges looks with another coworker (who is a very very beautiful man that I may or may not have had a crush on for months) and they both just get up and RUN. But what I see is my manager sprinting into the break room with my other coworker on her heels. And I’m lucky they got there when they did, because I don’t remember what happened next.

What I do remember is that I come to laying on the floor, with my male coworker (I’ll call him A for simplicity) at my side holding my hand and my manager calling 9-1-1. I hear A say, “hey, her eyes are fluttering. She’s waking up.” My vision is still swimming and I can barely see his face. I suddenly realize I can only see out of one eye and that I can’t move or feel one side of my face. He was saying “hey Ro, can you look at me? Can you open your eyes?” but I was too weak to reply. I start fading in an out of consciousness again but can somewhat hear him explaining to the paramedics who are arriving what happened. I catch the words “she just had a seizure” and “she might [and then some words I can’t make out] a stroke.” I guess one side of my face was drooping which has never happened before, and understandably, my coworkers thought I was having a stroke or a TIA. The paramedics sit me up despite me being barely conscious and unable to sit up on my own, so A is supporting literally all of my weight and I am cradled against his chest. My head starts to slip forward and he catches my forehead with his palm and gently leans it agains his shoulder while his other arm stays wrapped around my waist. I’m starting to come to again and can feel myself being held by him and can feel the paramedics strapping on a blood pressure cuff to get my vitals. Then I start to pass out again, hear the words “we need to take her now” and I suddenly feel myself being lifted bridal style by A as he very gently sets me in the gurney to take me to the hospital. I fully wake up in the ambulance and just start SOBBING. There are probably like 8 or so paramedics working around me and none of them seem to know what to do. We get to the hospital and I explain that these episodes are normal for me, I don’t need to be examined (as no treatment exists for my condition), and that I can have someone come pick me up and take me home. I text A to tell him that I’m in the ER and am awake and doing fine now (he’s still at work). He texts back, “i know you would be, i was there to take care of you.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺MY HEART

anyways. we are dating now.

#irlsickstory #caretaking #yet another horrifying medical experience #but at least there was a hot dude that i am now frequently sleeping with #emeto #sick #irlsick #sickfic #irlsickfic

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wheretheresaway-theresawilliam · 4 months

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Chapter 20: A Cry For Help

Word Count: 891

TWs: Mentions of death, allusions to a panic attack

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Michael knew his father was, unfortunately, mostly right. Spilling his guts about William’s private habits wouldn’t benefit him much. The satisfaction of the town of sheep turning on him would only last so long. And what then, when they would? William would simply pack up the kids, and Norman too, probably, and haul ass to the next nowheresville over.

In a new town with new suckers, he could start franchising even faster than he was now. Michael had overheard the phone conversations with other businessmen interested in helping more locations be built. The thought made his stomach curl into a massive fist. When Michael and Elizabeth had joined their father at work one weekend, Michael sought out Henry’s company. He knew he couldn't keep it inside, so if he was going to tell anyone… it was going to be Henry.

“How did you and my dad become friends anyway?” Michael asked as Henry cleaned one of the mascot suits. Things were in a transitional phase, away from hazardous, springlock hybrid suits, but William still hadn’t quite moved on from their cheapness and practicality. Henry chuckled at Michael’s question.

“I’ve told you before. Robotics. And he’s always been so outgoing and charming… I’ve never understood what he saw in a loner like I was.”

“He likes to pick up strays,” Michael bitterly and absently spun a washer around a bolt, hopping up and sitting on one of the work benches. Henry paused, looking away from the suit.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you know. That Norman guy, for instance.”

“Ah. Yes, he does seem particularly fond of that one, doesn’t he? Promoting him to personal assistant after such a short time in employment… I didn’t even know that was a possible position, and I’m supposed to be his business partner.”

“He’s made it one, now.”

The air filled with silence for a moment before Henry set aside the tools he had been using to clean, turning fully to Michael. “Something on your mind, son? I’m just getting a tense vibe from your side of the room.”

Michael set aside the bolt, eager to speak his mind. “Henry, I really need you to listen to me, alright? Complete and total attention,” he pleaded.

“You have it, Mike, what’s going on?”

He launched into the first thing that had been weighing him down; William’s infidelity. Even if Margarete hadn’t been his mother, and even if it wasn’t cheating now that she was gone, it was still just one more thing to hate about him. Then he rambled on about William’s blasé attitude about death, about how he didn’t grieve at all when Margarete died, and grieved very little when it had been Evan. About how he couldn’t seem to understand that Michael was as traumatised by his own actions as anyone else involved. He was only stopped by hyperventilation, his lungs spasming as he felt as if his chest was collapsing in on itself.

“Breathe, breathe…” Henry had his hands on Michael’s shoulders, peering intensely at him from behind his thick, square glasses. He was in shock at what he had heard. William, so well-liked, so respected… so terrible when in the comfort of his own home. It was all very hard to believe, and yet, the panic and anguish on Michael’s face could not be faked.

“Oh my God, he’s going to kill me when he realizes how much shit I just spewed to you…”

“William isn’t going to kill you, and I’ll make sure of that. I’m so, so sorry, Mike. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through… but I believe you. Don’t doubt that for a second.”

“Not that it’s any help…” He inhaled sharply and coughed, shaking in Henry’s grasp. “We can’t win against him, he’s got them eating out of the palm of his hand. I-I just have to live with this bullshit.”

“I wouldn’t say we can’t ‘win,’ Mike… but you’re right. There’s a lot put up against you, and against anyone who supports you. You’re almost eighteen, right? Would you like to come live with me instead?”

“What about Lizzy?”

Henry frowned. “I’m afraid there’s not much we can do for her. We’d need a miracle to catch a man like William on neglect charges…”

“And she’s his favourite. He can’t do any wrong in her eyes and he’d bend over backwards to make her happy, even when I know he’s frustrated with her.”

Henry sighed heavily as Michael allowed himself to be held. Henry’s embrace was more fatherly than anything Michael could’ve experienced from William. He thought talking about it would ease him of the burden, but it was only making it worse, knowing not even Henry could do much to change things. William had made himself untouchable. If Henry spoke out against him, he’d call it false claims and continue the business without him. Henry still had a daughter to care for, he could not afford to part ways with such a steady income. He thought about the missing poster he had seen recently for seven-year-old Lisa Nicole. He had started to develop a project behind William’s back, and with the worry he felt for both Michael and his own child, he knew he needed to devote more time to it. What he couldn’t possibly know was just how important that project would become.

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fic #henry emily #michael afton #accursed heritage au

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avoidingcertaindoom · 2 years

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AUgust Day 11~ Twisted Fairy Tale

Dorothy could feel her heart hummingbird fluttering in her chest asshe waited for the doors to open before her. The grand, ornate entrance to the Wizard’s throne room were as glamourous as the rest of the city, beautifully carved and etched and set with jewels that almost danced in the flickering lantern light. A sight she didn’t even know she could ever dream of back in Kansas.

While she mused on this, something finally clicked behind the heavy doors and they slowly swung open. After a moment, a booming voice called out “Enter”, and the girl took a deep breath before finally entering while hugging Toto to her chest.

The throne room was the vision of lush grandiosity, plushness cushioning her silver footed feet and the hues of emerald everywhere her eyes landed looking even more rich and gorgeous than the entire city outside. It was almost too beautiful and too perfect to be real. That was, until she landed upon what sat on the throne, and she nearly stumbled.

It didn’t really sit on the throne, but instead floated. There was no body to speak of, only a head that could have inhaled and swallowed the young girl whole. It was completely hairless, a smooth round head almost as shiny as the emeralds set in the throne. The skin was its own odd cast of green, even the eyes looked as though they were set with the gem namesake of the city.

“I am Oz, the great and terrible. Who are you and why do you seek me?”

Dorothy swallowed, placing Toto on the ground and pressing her hands together. “I am Dorothy, the small and meek. I seek you in askance of a most important favour, I am lost in your strange and wonderful lands and have found myself far from home. I am without any way to return home and I wish for you to help me.”

“You aren’t able to return?” The head tilts slightly. “But you possess the power of the silver slippers, and even without power enough to kill a witch.”

“I know nothing of this power and no way to use it.”

The eyes rolled up to look to the ceiling in contemplation. “If I am to help you, I wish for payment first.”

She resisted the urge to frown. “I have nothing but the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet. If you would like the slippers--”

“It is not the slippers that I seek. If you would like to go home, what you must do for me is kill the Wicked Witch of the West.”

“You want me to…” Dorothy’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. “I can’t!”

“You have killed one Witch, what is another?”

“I never intended the Witch of the East’s death, that was the work of a Cyclone. Please, ask me anything else. I’ll never be able to kill another Witch!”

“Then you’ll remain in Oz forever.”

Tears were starting to flood the girl’s eyes an she tried to speak around a suppressed sob, desperate to convince him otherwise. While she pleaded, Toto growled and began to approach the throne.

“I have spoken--get your pet and go!”

Sniffling, Dorothy tried to pick up Toto, but the dog bolted off, barking viciously. He wriggled his way through a crevice between the throne and the back wall, much to Dorothy’s confusion, and when he pressed against the wall it came away as a curtain. The Wizard shouted in protest, but she had already pushed the curtain aside and stumbled after Toto into the recesses of the throne room.

She found Toto snapping at a small, elderly man in an old suit, the mac trying to hold onto a set of strings in one hand while attempting to sidestep the angry creature.

She quickly grabbed Toto and stepped back, catching her breath, while she stared at the man and the strings going up towards the ceiling. Almost the direction of the Head on the throne.

“Who are you?”

The man had almost looked afraid for a moment before composing himself. “I’m the Wizard, dear girl.”

“But you’re…” She started to back up, her devastation turning to dread. “You’re not--”

The Wizard dropped the strings, a heavy thump sounding from where she’d come, and snapped his fingers. Suddenly Dorothy felt a sharp jolt go through her and her limbs froze up, unable to move an inch. She could scarcely breath, and while she could feel her heart pulsing against her ribs and Toto squirming in her vice like grip her own movements were escaping her control.

“I’m the Wizard, and as I said, I’m afraid you’ll remain in Oz forever."

#the wizard of oz #project; the cardinal chronicles of oz #dorothy gale #twisted fairytale au #au gust day 11 #au gust 2022 #iole writes

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