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Teach me 2 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

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Warning: Not my edit, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Y/N and Chris's relationship has evolved, but Y/N insists on keeping a low profile for fear that her parents will find out she has a boyfriend.

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"Wake up, honey, your dad is dropping you off today," my mom said, gently stroking my hair to wake me up.

I just hummed in response, too lazy to open my mouth and speak.

After a few seconds of tossing in bed to stretch and rub my eyes, I reached for my phone.

I smiled foolishly at my phone before getting out of bed to get ready.

My relationship with Chris had evolved since the night he climbed through my window two weeks ago. We decided to take our time; nothing was officially defined, and not many people knew about us.

Mainly because I was afraid my parents would find out I had a boyfriend. Chris didn't care; he wasn't the type to overthink, and that's precisely why I tried to keep this relationship discreet.

My parents had been quite clear in the past about boys—no boyfriends before the end of high school. According to them, it's a distraction, and they want me to focus fully on my studies, which I can understand.

On top of that, Chris is pretty much everything my parents would dislike, so it would be even worse if they found out I was dating him.

Anyway, I left my room to head to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, got dressed, brushed my teeth, styled my hair, and applied a bit of makeup.

I wanted to look a bit nicer today for Chris; I knew this lacrosse match was important for him, and I wanted to please him.

"You look very beautiful. Do you have a special event today?" my father asked as he saw me coming into the kitchen.

"Um, no, I just felt like getting ready a bit," I nervously replied before sitting at the table for breakfast.

"By the way, I'll probably be home a bit later tonight. There's an important lacrosse match, and I plan to watch it with Julia," I added nervously.

"Hm," my father looked at me strangely before returning to his phone.

I had my breakfast peacefully, and then my father and I headed to school.

My morning went by normally—nothing extraordinary. I attended classes, worked, and chatted a bit with my best friend Julia. Then lunchtime arrived.

"See you at the match!" I told Julia as I left the class to go to my locker.

I opened my locker to put away my things, and when I closed it, I was taken by surprise by Chris standing right behind me.

"Oh my god, Chris!" I said, placing my hand on my heart, thinking I was having a heart attack.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said, chuckling, and I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder before laughing myself.

"You look good," he said with a smirk, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I made an effort for you today," I told him, smiling and tilting my head to the side.

"Can't wait to take off that little skirt later," he whispered in my ear, making me blush.

"Chris!" I said, clearing my throat and looking around to make sure no one had heard.

He chuckled before leaning toward me for a kiss, and instinctively, I pulled back.

He gave me a confused look. "Not here. I don't want anyone to see us," I said timidly.

"Y/n, your parents aren't going to magically appear out of nowhere and catch us kissing. We're at school," he replied, rolling his eyes and sighing.

"I know, but I don't want to take the risk of someone telling them!" I replied.

"I couldn't care less if your parents don't like me, Y/n. It annoys me that I can't kiss you whenever I want!" he said, getting frustrated.

"Chris, I know. I'm sorry. Please, stop," I said, immediately feeling guilty. "Maybe you don't care, but it's important to me. I'm not ready for them to know. I need a little more time."

He sighed, throwing his head back. "Yeah, see you at the match after school," he said before turning around and leaving.

It really bothered me that things were so complicated. It was just the beginning of our relationship, and I was terrified of ruining everything because of my parents.

The rest of the day, I wasn't really focused on anything. I couldn't stop thinking about Chris. I didn't want to hurt him, and I could sense that this situation was bothering him. I wanted to find a way to make it up to him.

After school, Julia and I headed straight to the stadium to watch Chris's match. We had seats right at the front in the stands.

"Hold this for me. I'm going to see Chris quickly before the match starts," I told my best friend, handing her my bag.

Of course, she knew about Chris and me; she was the first person to find out.

She nodded, smiling at me, and I ran toward the locker rooms. I was lucky; Chris had just come out.

I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to a more discreet spot where no one could see us, then kissed him.

"I'm sorry for earlier," I replied, separating our lips. "I don't want our argument to distract you from your match. I'll find a solution."

"I'm not angry with you, Y/n," he said, placing his hand on my cheek. "It's just that I wish I could show everyone that you're mine."

"Shut up," I said, grabbing the collar of his shirt to kiss him. "How about you show me how much I'm yours after this match," I added, biting my lip.

"You won't have to ask me twice," he said, grabbing me by the waist, pulling me against him, and kissing me again. "Join me in the locker room after the match," he said, disconnecting our lips.

"Chris, I meant at your place or mine, not here dumbass," I said, chuckling.

"I won't wait until then. If it were up to me, I'd fuck you against this wall," he said, smiling.

"No, Chris, you're insane. We're not doing that in the locker room," I said, shaking my head.

"Okay, let's make a deal. If I score three times during this match, we do it in the locker room. Otherwise, it's up to you to decide," he said, extending his hand.

"Chris," I said, looking at him seriously, and he insisted, "Oh my god, okay fine, deal," I finally gave in, and he kissed me quickly before turning back to the others.

Even if Chris was doing pretty well in lacrosse, there was little chance he would score three times on his own. Given the level of his team, I knew this deal was already in my favor.

"Are you done making out with your secret boyfriend?" Julia said when I came back to sit next to her.

"Oh, shut up!" I said, laughing.

It was Chris's first match that I attended. I had seen him practice once or twice quickly, but I didn't expect to find it so attractive to watch him play.

I don't know if it was the brutality with which he entered the opposing team members sometimes or the moments of pause when he removed his helmet to run his hand through his hair.

Not to mention the countless times he threw me looks that, honestly, soaked my panties.

I already found Chris incredibly sexy in everyday life. Sometimes I even felt like a teenager in front of a boyband with him. This guy represented everything I found most attractive.

When he scored for the first time, I was the first to cheer and encourage him, proud to see my boyfriend contribute to his team's victory.

The second time, however, I quickly felt reality catching up with me. Had I just been fooled? I felt anxiety creeping in. If he scored one more time, it meant I was going to sleep with him in the locker room. Oh my god, what had I done?

The rest of the match, every time he approached to score, my heart skipped a beat. But when the last few minutes arrived, I started to feel reassured.

That was without counting on the fact that Chris scored one last time in the last 5 minutes of the match.

Everyone in the stands stood up to celebrate our team's victory, and I sat there for a moment when I realized what that meant. Damn.

After a few minutes of celebration, the team left the field to head to the locker room, and I received a message from Chris.

I blushed at his message.

"Everything okay?" Julia asked, putting her hand on my shoulder, making me jump and immediately turning off my phone so she wouldn't see my messages.

"Um, yeah!" I said, clearing my throat and smiling to pretend nothing was wrong.

"Okay..." she said, looking at me strangely. "Anyways, my brother is dropping me home in 5 minutes. Do you want us to drop you off on the way to your place?" she offered.

"No, thanks, Ju. I'll wait for Chris to come out of the locker room. I have something to tell him quickly," I said timidly, running my hand over my neck.

"Oh, okay. Well, see you tomorrow, Y/n," she said, smiling before leaving.

It had been about twenty minutes since I was waiting in the stands, feeling stressed and anxious.

Of course, it wasn't about sleeping with Chris; on the contrary, I wanted it. It's just that I found it quite risky, and what if someone caught us?

Anyway, I made a deal with him, and I can't back down now.

My moment of solitude was interrupted by a message from Chris, letting me know that the locker room was empty, and he was now waiting for me to join him.

I took a deep breath and stood up before starting to walk towards the locker rooms.

I passed a few people on the way and tried to act casual as I walked past them. Once in front of the locker room door, I scanned the surroundings to make sure no one saw me enter.

I opened the door and quickly entered. My heart immediately raced when the door closed behind me.

I surveyed the room to find my boyfriend, but no one was there. "Ch-Chris?" I said timidly, gradually moving forward in the room.

No response. Turning my head, I saw Chris's bag on the bench with his lacrosse jersey on it, indicating that he was indeed here. "Not funny, idiot, answer me!" I said, rolling my eyes and starting to walk towards the showers.

Suddenly, I felt hands grab my waist and press me against a wall before feeling his lips crashing onto mine, making me sigh in surprise. "Chris! Oh my god!"

"That's the second time I've scared you today," he said, smiling proudly.

"Yes, and you really need to stop doing it if you don't want me to have a heart attack!" I said, giving him a playful shove to his chest.

I took a moment to admire him; he was shirtless, his hair still damp from the shower he probably just had. "I missed you," he said, reconnecting our lips.

"I missed you too," I replied, running my hand through his hair. "I didn't think you'd manage to score three times," I said in a slightly more timid tone.

"With the right motivation, there are plenty of things I can do," he said, smiling against my lips before removing one of the straps of my top.

"Chris—" I started to say before being cut off by his lips on my neck. "I know we made a deal, but I don't think it's a good idea," I said, unable to hold back small moans escaping my mouth.

"Why?" he asked, sliding his hands over my hips. "You don't seem like you want me to stop, judging by the sounds you're making," I could feel his smile against my neck.

"I don't—" I said, interrupted by a moan when he began nibbling on my neck. "If someone catches us, Chris, I—" I said before being cut off by his hands grabbing the back of my thighs to lift me.

"Don't worry. If you stay quiet, there's no reason anyone will catch us," he said with a smirk before kissing me again, this time our kiss was deeper and more fiery.

I knew it wasn't responsible of me, but his lips on my body only led me astray from the right path. I placed one hand on his shoulder while the other tangled in his hair. "We'll have to do this quickly, though. I don't know how much time we have before the janitor comes to clean the locker rooms," he said with a hungry voice, and I simply nodded.

He led us to the bench to sit next to his bag. His hands gripped my hips, making me moan once again, and I started moving my hips against his, making him groan in return. "I fucking missed this pussy. I can't wait any longer," he said, licking his lips, and indeed, I could feel his rock-hard cock through his joggers rubbing against my panties.

He came to grasp my throat in his hand, kissing me more fiercely than before, making me moan in surprise. This time was different, less gentle than the first, but equally pleasing. I couldn't help but squirm and moan, craving to feel him inside me again. "Shhh," he said, separating our lips.

"I'm sorry, it's just that—" I began before feeling his grip on my ass strengthen.

"It's just that what?" he said with a smirk. "Don't be all shy with me ma; tell me, or I'll stop now," he added, removing his hands from my ass.

"No, don't!" I said in a heated sigh before guiding his hands back to where they were, and he smiled. "It's just that I really need you now," I said timidly, and he immediately kissed me again.

His hands left my ass to remove his joggers and boxers, lifting his hips slightly, pressing his erection even closer to me, causing another moan to escape my lips.

"Y/n, you really need to make less noise than that," he chuckled, readjusting himself.

"Sorry," I said, blushing and looking down at his sizeable member. Not to brag, but in my eyes, it was rather large, and I was afraid that without any foreplay, his entrance might be painful.

"I won't enter before stretching you a bit, baby, don't worry," he chuckled before bringing his hand between our bodies.

He slid my panties to the side before inserting a finger inside me while looking at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

I tried to stifle a moan when he immediately added a second finger, making me furrow my brows and cling to his shoulder. "You're so beautiful, y/n," he said, moving his fingers inside me.

And I couldn't help but move my hips back and forth, hoping to feel him even deeper inside me. "You're such a good girl; look at you riding my fingers like a needy slut," his words prompted another moan to escape my mouth.

His free hand came to surround his member as he started to stroke himself while watching me. "I want to do it," I said, wrapping my hand around him, and he smiled before starting to bend his fingers inside me.

I gradually quickened my hand movements around him, and he threw his head back. "N-no, Chris, look at me," I said, moaning and placing my free hand on his cheek.

"Fuck, I need to be inside of you right now," he said, removing his fingers from me to grab a condom from his bag.

In a few seconds, he opened the condom with his teeth, and I stopped stroking him so he could put it on.

He wasted no time in seizing me by the hips and aligning himself with my entrance. He took care to shift my panties to the side before applying pressure to my hips to enter in one swift motion. "Chris!" I almost screamed, burying my head in his neck.

"Sorry, I couldn't wait any longer, ma," he said, groaning and starting to guide my hips up and down.

"Oh my fuck," I said, moaning and throwing my head back.

He took advantage of the moment to bury his head in my neck and kiss me there. "Chris, I—" I said, moaning, and he quickened the movement, I gently pulled his hair. "This is so good; please don't stop."

"Y/n, someone might hear you; you need to stop moaning like that, shit-" he said, lifting his head towards me and grabbing my chin.

"I don't fucking care, Chris; it feels good. I need you to go faster, please," I said, driven solely by my desires at that moment, and he did what I asked, thrusting from below this time.

He grabbed my hips tightly and started giving me fast and deep thrusts. "Oh my god, yes, right there," I said, dropping my head forward.

"Fuck, y/n, shhh," he said, trying his best to hold back his own moans.

I felt like I had become completely dumb; the only thing I could think of at that moment was Chris inside me. The moans coming from me were out of control, so Chris pressed his hand against my mouth to prevent any sound from escaping.

"God, I wish I didn't have to cover your pretty little mouth right now," he whispered without stopping his thrusts.

My lower abdomen tightened as he began to massage my clit. My eyes rolled back, and my hand instinctively gripped Chris's throat, which seemed to shock him momentarily but didn't displease him, judging by the smile that appeared on his face.

I closed my eyes, feeling my orgasm approaching. With my other hand, I removed Chris's hand from my mouth to warn him, "Baby, I'm really close," I said, moaning.

"Me too, ma, let it go," he said through gritted teeth. I locked eyes with him, my mouth open, refraining from letting my moans escape. Chris's brows were furrowed, and he bit his lips to prevent any noise from escaping.

"Chris, oh my god!" I almost screamed, tightening my grip around his neck, letting my orgasm take over.

"Hold on a little longer; I'm almost there babe," he said, breathless, giving me animalistic thrusts before he, too, reached climax and stopped his movements completely.

I let my head fall against his chest with him still inside me, and we both began to chuckle. "I'm going to need a second shower," he said, laughing.

"Well, we don't have time. You'll take one at your place; I have to go home before my parents get worried." I told him, straightening up and placing my hands around his cheeks.

"Hmm," he simply hummed, caressing my ass and kissing me tenderly.

I stood up, readjusted my skirt and panties, while he disposed of the condom and got dressed on his end. "I'm good?" I asked, wanting him to tell me if I was disheveled or if my clothes were misplaced.

"Mhm," he said, nodding, and we both headed towards the exit.

He grabbed me by the arm to kiss me. "I love you, Chris," I said, breaking our kiss with a big smile.

"I love you, baby," he replied before I turned to open the door and stepped out.

I quickly descended from my little cloud when I opened the door and found myself face to face with Chris's coach, who crossed his arms.

"Y/f/n y/l/n! I wouldn't have expected to run into you here," he said, giving me a judgmental look before Chris came out right after. "Chris Sturniolo, what a surprise!"

I looked at Chris anxiously, hoping he could come up with a miracle solution. "Coach, it's not what you think—" he started before being interrupted.

"I don't want to hear anything. Both of you will explain yourselves to the principal tomorrow. Go home now," he responded.

Oh my god, this time I'm really in trouble...

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he-calls-me-kitten · 2 years

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Caught Wet-Handed (1)

Power bottom! MC x Obey me! Characters

MC walks in on the boys masturbating to them. Minor babies please DNI.

Taglist: @itsmeninerz @my-perfect-machine

Intro

Lucifer

His eyes widen and then narrow again. He can't tell if you're mocking him or really offering to relieve him. He stares at you for a while as if daring you to do as you please.

"I'm not kidding, if that's what you think" You smile and walk in slowly. "Now unzip if you want help. Oh come on, get over your pride. I already heard you say my name."

His jaw clenched as his hands moved towards his waist band. His unzipped himself, let himself spring free. His face didn't show it, but he really was excited about your presence.

"Oh I'm glad to see you too. Now sit on the table for me will you, Lucifer?"

"...What for?"

"I'm too tired from school to be on my knees. So I'll sit in your chair instead. So come, hop off." You smirked.

Lucifer's body obeyed your command without a word. He blushed deeply as he sat there, looking down at you, leaning back comfortably on his chair.

"This is a very comfy chair. No wonder you can fall asleep working in this thing." You pretended to forget what you were here for, perusing through random things on his table. You enjoyed watching his dick twitch in annoyance and anticipation.

"MC, how much longer are you planning to make me wait?" Lucifer impatiently grips your hand. How badly he wanted to shive himself inside you. He wanted to fuck this cockiness out of you.

"Just waiting for you to do exactly that." You grinned. "Now use my hand to finish what you started. That's a command."

Lucifer's hand immediately made yours grip his length and started stroking. "You little...oh fuck...MC, your hand it's..."

Just your mere touch and the way you eyed him - all of it was too much. He could barely hold himself in. "I see you prefer my hand much more, Lucifer."

"Come here, MC." He glared and covered your mouth and let himself cum all over your clothes. "Can't give commands when you can't speak can you?"

You giggled under his palm. Uh oh. He undid his tie and stuffed a part of it in your mouth.

"Your turn, MC. Let me relieve you this time."

Mammon

"MC, why...why are ya here!? I wasn't doing anything! Ouch!" Mammon jumped back so hard his head hit his car window.

"Well I came here because I forgot some books in your car." You smiled, holding the car door open. "I didn't know this is what you do in here, Mammon. Does Lucifer know this is why you send your car for washing so often?"

Mammon shook his head, pulling you inside the car, afraid his brothers might hear you. "Please ya can't tell him about this!"

"Okay okay. I won't tell him." You assure him, grinning at his embarrassed face. "Only on one condition though."

"What? What is it? I'll do anything but I don't got any Grimm left to give ya, so anything but that!" Mammon says sheepishly. His face hasn't stopped being red still. And you were about to make it worse.

"You were calling out my name, weren't you?" You inch closer to him. "I want to know what you were imagining. As detailed as possible please."

"No way! Are ya crazy, human?! I can't do that!" Mammon was completely shaken up. "How could ya even say that!?"

"Well then I wonder how he'll take the news of his brother jerking off to Diavolo's esteemed exchange student." You shrugged and opened the door again.

"Fuck. No!" Mammon reached ahead and closed the door again. "Okay okay... I'll tell... I'll tell ya."

You nodded and rested your face on your palm, waiting for him to speak. Damnit do you have to look at him with your full attention too?

Mammon shook his head and started. "So you were here...in the car with me."

"Just sitting next to you? That's hardly enough to get you that turned on."

"On my lap. You were...on my lap. And I was kissing ya and touching ya...and usual st-stuff like that."

You promptly sat on his lap, facing him. You took his arms and put them around your waist. "Like this? Or closer?"

"...Closer." Mammon whispered. His voice had turned husky. The proximity was doing a number on him.

"Like this?" Your lips ghosted over his. Mammon's hands grabbed your hips, groping and grinding against you in a daze.

"Closer. Closer, MC..." Mammon breathed. You smirked. "Do it yourself. You want to be my real first don't you?"

"Ugh, I can't take this." He growled and grabbed the lever next to the seat, making the seat fall back completely. He didn't care that you left his room door wide open. He didn't care that someone could walk in. All he cared about was fucking you right there and then.

Leviathan

"MC! You're supposed to knock! Why-why would you barge in like this?!" Levi sat in his tub mortified, his dick still half-stuffed in his little cum toy.

"You're using that sorry little thing as a substitute for me?" You smirked and locked the door behind you.

Levi blushed deep red, burying his head towards his chest, trying to hide his excitement with the nearest blanket he could find.

"What else was I supposed to do..." He mumbled under his breath.

"What's that I didn't hear you?" You walked closer to the tub.

"What else was I supposed to do?!! Call you here instead and- M-MC what the hell are you doing?!" His head snapped up to look at you.

You stood there only in your top and panties. When the hell did you take off your shorts!!? Are you trying to kill him?! Levi felt his face burning, minutes away from bursting.

"Use me instead, why don't you?" You stepped inside the tub and sat down. You wet your fingers in your mouth and let them graze up and down his erection. Levi's hands and dick twitched with temptation.

"I can't! I can't do that! I'm too dirty! I-I can't even, why would you even say that!?" Levi muttered, covering his erection between his hands.

"You clearly want it. Else you won't be whimpering my name, humping this sorry excuse of a toy would you?" You snake your hand between his trembling ones and grip him tight, making him yelp. "I'll ask you once last time Levi, do you want the real thing or not?"

Levi didn't say a word. He hid his eyes and silently removed his hands. You saw his body relax, resigning control of himself to you.

You smiled as you let your tongue graze his tip. He threw his head back immediately. And by the time you took him in entirely, his entire body felt overwhelmed. His hands grabbed the back of your head by instinct.

The toy doesn't compare...at all...oh fuck, how could he go back to using that after this?! MC...MC....

That's all he could think of. You. He bucked his hips shamelessly now, panting and whimpering loud. His tail lashed out and coiled around you, to trap you in place. He couldn't bother hiding his voice, he was filling up with too much pleasure to care.

Satan

Satan froze in place. He had never felt this humiliated before. That too infront of you. He thought the pile of books before him would hide him well, but how was he going to explain his dishevelled state and moans?

And you were clearly not dumb. From the way you were smirking and leaning on the way with your arms crossed, he clenched his jaw.

"Is the book really that good?" You walked towards him. "That you couldn't wait till you got to your room?"

He didn't really know what to say. "Aren't you supposed to knock when you come in?"

"Oh I'm sorry Satan, I didn't know knocking was necessary in public places." You clicked your tongue. "Study rooms in the library are meant for studying afterall."

"...." Clearly he was in the wrong here. There's no way he could retort. "MC, I-"

"If you want to do private things like this here, I would suggest locking the door entirely like I did." You pointed and smirked, before you sat down on his lap.

"M-MC?! What are you-oh fuck!" He almost jumped in his seat as you positioned yourself just right on his already excited length.

His hands involuntary grabbed your waist, giving them a squeeze, pulling you closer. "You already I'm in this state and this is what you're doing?"

"Sure. I'm just helping a friend, what's wrong with that?" You smirk as you take the book off his hands and start reading. "Oh this is... extra spicy. Were you imagining me?"

He had lost all of his senses by now. The way you were casually grinding into his crotch was driving him crazy. His hands moved to your thighs, relishing your touch as he whispered. "Yes, I was...I do that with..everything I read..ahh...."

"What do you say we do it instead? The instructions are all here after all." You turned towards him, kissing the side of his lips.

Now that he had your permission, there was nothing holding him back. You were hoisted up in his arms and roughly laid down on a nearby table.

"Don't forget..." He pulled down your shorts and put your legs on his shoulders. "You did this. You made me do this."

You smirked and threw your head back as his member pushed against your hole, only a flimsy underwear between you. "Then don't forget...that you did not resist me...mphh!"

He crashed his lips against yours, his fingers slow and deliberate, signalling the start of a very long night.

Asmo

"Oh Asmo..." You leaned on his doorway, with crossed arms. "Are you in a rut perhaps?"

Asmodeus almost came right there and then. It's almost like he wanted to get caught by you. He wanted you to watch. He smiled up at you shamelessly.

"For you darling, I'm always in a rut." He looked high off pleasure as he raised his arms. "Come help this demon in heat won't you?"

"Hmph. I bet you say that to everyone." You said in mock anger as you pulled your tie off your neck and approached the bed where he lay splayed. "Put your arms behind your back."

"Oh MC...I didn't know you were into such lovely things. By all means, please." He obeyed your command. "I wonder how you'll punish me. Oh my look how excited I am!"

His cock was tipped with precum and twitching uncontrollably. You blew air on it and watched it dance. Asmo threw his head back at the coolness of your air.

"Hah...yes MC, tease me more. You can touch me all you want..." He panted like a dog in heat.

You smirked. "Sorry Asmo. I think I changed my mind." You tied his hands together to his bed post and muttered some enchantment on it.

How cruel of you, MC! You're just going to leave me here after getting my hopes up!?" He whined but it was secretly turning him on. The way you toyed with his mind like this.

"I just need to take a shower. I just came back from RAD after all." You opened his bathroom doors. "But if you really want.. you can watch."

He gasped as you started stripping off your clothes. Slowly and deliberately - exposing new skin inch by inch watching him drool and turn red in the face.

"Ah the bath is already filled? How nice of you." You thanked him as you dipped your toes in. "My my Asmo, seems like you're really struggling there."

"MC, let me fuck you! I absolutely have to!" He strained against his restrains, screaming and loving the pain. He was throbbing down there, his shoulders and ears turning pink. "Please MC, you look so deliciously darling... let me have a little taste."

You splashed around in the warm water, laughing at his desperation. "The Avatar of Lust is begging to fuck me? Oh could I possibly be worthy?"

You muttered and spell and undid the magic on his hands. It took him less than a minute to pounce on you, getting a taste of every inch of you before thrusting into you like a beast in heat.

The Twins

(yes I put them together cause why not? ;))

You walked in with Beel this time. Belphie had never been more embarrassed. Maybe because of what he was imagining instead of the fact that you saw him.

"Did you have that dream too, Belphie?" Beel seemed unfazed, like this wasn't anything new. He simply sat down next to his twin. "The one with MC comes for a sleepover with us?"

Now Belphie was mortified. "Beel shush. Not another word. And MC, you could have knocked you know."

"You told us not to knock because it disrupts your sleep." You shrugged your shoulders. "And you were calling my name were you not?"

"I just guessed it's that dream because I always gets like this after that particular dream. That's why you found me in the gym like that too, MC." Beel said, sheepishly.

"Oh Beelie. You're so adorable." You stood over and held his face in your hands, kissing him gently. "This is what you dreamed of?"

Beel nodded. He was enjoying it too, he put his arms around you. Not at all bothered by his twin glaring holes at him. "Can you guys go get a room already?" He was gripping his sheets tight.

You smirked. His thin blanket hid nothing. His raging boner hadn't gone down one bit. "Are you sure? It seems like you like it a lot."

Belphie tried to press his thighs together as he did a miserable job of denying it, his cheeks bright red. "You have it all wrong, MC. It doesn't affect me at all."

"Alright then. Beel do you mind doing something for me?" You turn your attention to the older twin. He nods like a puppy. He would do anything that makes you happy.

You reached for the bottle of cherry syrup that rested by Belphie's table and squeezed it on yourself. Belphie gasped and Beel's eyes grew dark with lust. A different kind of hunger. He knew what he had to do.

"I'll help you with that, MC." Beel said promptly pushing you down, like he had done this so many times before. Belphie couldn't avert his eyes away. A strange hunger filled him too.

As Beel lapped at the skin near your neck and collarbone, Belphie's fingers itched to touch you. Beel's hands groped at your chest and Belphie grasped at his erection.

You let out a moan, further enticing Belphie who was trying to act like he wasn't tempted to turn you over and start fucking you from behind.

Beel wasn't paying attention to anything but you. Your skin, your warmth and his boner pushing against your soft thighs. That's all he could think about.

"Damnit... Damnit MC. Fuck this." Belphie snapped and cursed under his breath. "Beel stop that, we need to position MC first."

"But I'm fine like this, Belphie."

"But I'm not, Beel. I want MC too. You have to share."

"See? Isn't this better?" You said, as you were stuck right between them. The heat of their bodies burning you in the best possible way "You should be more honest with yourself, Belphie."

"Then we'll make sure not to hold back at all, MC." Belphie had a crazed look in his eyes and a menancing grin as he fingers slipped under your clothes, ripping them little by little.

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Beachside | Pedri González

summary: bringing one of your fathers star players and secret boyfriend to your own personal secluded part of the beach opens a window to beachside action. What Xavi doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Your sweaty hands remained in place as you dragged your boyfriend to a more secluded section of the beach that you had first discovered as a child in Barcelona. The heat from the sun shone down on you both. You and Pedri had finally found time to hideaway from your father, Xavi. Your love was risky, forbidden almost as the fallout from your relationship would be catastrophic. Though, you didn't often think about it, instead you appreciated the time you were able to spend with Pedri. At last arriving at the restricted region of the ocean side, you guided for Pedri to put down the ocean side towel in the sand so both of you could sit. You were surrounded by palm trees, casting some shade away from the sun as waves of the stunning blue ocean came and went in front of you.

Pedri sat down on the towel first and grabbed your hips before placing you between his legs. As you melted into the sensation of his rigid abs pressing against your back, his arms began to twist around your chest. You two just respected the ocean before you, it's always yearning magnificence binding you, "it's lovely." You spoke in awe, and you couldn't get over how many times you had seen this particular beach. "But not as beautiful as you." When Pedri's mouth abruptly met your neck, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes in bliss, laughing slightly at the cliched response. He brushed his lips against your cheek, making your neck rise more and more in response to the enticement until your lips were only a few millimeters apart from his.

You looked scared as you opened your eyes and shook your head. You were technically still in a public place, and you had never dared to have sex in public because you were too afraid of being fined or worse, arrested. Nevertheless, Pedri insisted, "come on. I believe you enjoy danger." The impact Pedri had on your body bested your staggering contemplations as a recognizable intensity spread all through your center. As he gently pulled your bottom lip out with his teeth and his fingers resting over your pulse point, he could feel it quicken. He let out a low moan as your ass unintentionally slammed into him at the action. He covered your mouth with his hand as he slid it down the front of your bikini and let out a loud groan. As he felt how tightly you were, he dipped his finger inside of you and almost shuddered at the heat. "You're so wet around my fingers." he lauded as he slid another digit in your hole.

"Oh, my god!" You moaned, "Pedri, no." "por qué no?" snatching tightly to your jaw, he followed kisses across your cheek as he siphoned his fingers within you, "don't think that Barcelona should figure out you're my girl who loves getting finger-screwed on a public ocean side?" Pedri slid his fingers as far as possible in and back out a couple of times in lengthy, full strokes, prior to bringing them up and scouring your clit. As his cock strained in his swimsuit briefs, begging to grow, you moan and arch your back. "I'm afraid they'll find out i like it," you lick his bottom lip as you rub your ass into his dick. He started kissing you quickly and forcefully, almost as if he was starving and you were the only food he wanted after hearing your response."I'll keep your secrets safe." He kissed your neck and jaw, pulled your earlobe between his teeth, and plunged back into your dripping cunt. He never slowed his fingers as he tasted every scrap of skin he could reach.

His fingers keep moving in a deep, steady way and occasionally come out to swirl around your clit and feel you shiver against him. He spread your legs out wider and extended his fingers, savoring the sensation of you while covering your aching pussy in his hand. "Pedri" Your eyes were reckless and full of lust. "I can feel how difficult I'm making you." you murmured up at him, kissing his jaw. You do something shocking to both you and Pedri without really thinking in the heat of the moment. covering his hand on your pussy, you press it into yourself, grating against it, groaning as your body grates against his. You can tell how much of an impact your actions are having on Pedri by feeling his fingers squeeze your waist as he bars his teeth. He notices that your breasts rise well off your chest when he looks down at your chest. Your hard nipples poke through the fabric of your bikiniton making your smooth skin erupt into goosebumps in front of him.

"Quitarlo" He pulls on your top's strap. As you cautiously reach behind your neck and pull the string in one long, fluid motion, you take a quick breath in and look up, keeping his eyes on you. As Pedri comes up, the straps loosen at your sides, slowly peeling off one triangle of fabric to reveal your pretty flesh. you pull away the other triangle as Pedri gazes at you in wonder. The Spanish footballer couldn't help but admire everything about you, from your body to how you play him to how you say just the right thing to make him crazy and get him interested. You became extremely wary and aware of the fact that you are sitting on the beach with your core slicked and nothing covering your breasts due to the wind's gusts. You cover yourself by raising your arms. "I told you to do that, didn't I?" As you slowly lower your arms, you expose your skin to him, and hopefully only to him, again.

"How long would you want me to keep them out" You asked almost hesitantly, hoping no one would notice your vulnerability. He put his hand back in your bottoms and slipped his two fingers deep within you once more. He responded, "until you cum," pumping you while watching your tits bounce as your body swayed. You groan, closing your eyes tightly. "Do you like it like this? "He mocks. "Yes" "Speak to me." "I love it!" You scream. Pedri can't stop looking at you as he fucks you and kisses your lips. "come on, baby. "he snarls as you roll your butt against him, dry-fucking his dick as he fingers you, "spread those legs and cum on my fingers." You fuck his hand while resting your head on his shoulder and reaching back with one hand to hold the back of his neck.

Pedri's stomach starts to feel low as you rub against his cock, and as the two of you push each other harder, he feels pain rolling through him. Pedri is imagining his dick inside you fucking you as your tits are bouncing rough and fast. "Please, Pedri." You beg by pressing down on him. Blood races to his cock, feeling a smidgen of cum trickle out of his tip. "Just a little more, bébé" You whimper, "ah." You are aware that Pedri is playing with you, but you are so engrossed in pleasure that it is difficult to think clearly, "Yeah, whatever you want." "anything I desire?" You scream and frantically nod. yes! " As you chase your orgasm, you move faster and faster until you finally throw your head back and stand still, muttering and shivering as you go. oh, god!" Pedri pushes his fingers somewhere within you, scouring your perfect balance and feeling your body's little spasms as the climax manages you.

Your body is tight, you are breathing quickly, and Pedri has a rock-hard cock that hurts in his briefs. As your orgasm subsides and you settle down, your chest rises and falls more and more slowly. Pedri feels a wave of warmth wash over him as he looks down at your beautiful body and face. He kisses your cheeks and jaw as he leans down and says, "i love you," which goes all the way down your neck. You can't help but giggle at the fact that Pedri just let you off on a public beach where anyone could have seen you, still a little dazed from your orgasm. "I cannot believe that we just did that." You stood up, grabbed your bikini top, held the string of the straps out behind your neck, and Pedri tied them.

Pedri gave you a quick kiss on the shoulder after the little knot was tied, and you turned around to give him a kiss on his plump lips."Remind me to repay you when we get back to my place" As you move your hand over his prominent bulge, you giggle. with a kiss of his teeth and a moan, Pedri answers, "wouldn't forget it" coming to in and bringing you down to lay on top of him, your lips not even once leaving each other.

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avatar-anna · 11 months

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Diamonds

pausing our regularly scheduled program with a luke hemmings blurb bc i love him and his solo music and i'm sad i couldn't go to any of his shows 😔 i'll get back to harry soon, but i'll take inspo wherever i can rn. enjoy!

"The next one we're gonna play for you is one of the most vulnerable songs I've ever written," Luke said, mouth pressed up against the microphone. The shimmer you helped spread over the lids of his eyes practically glowed under the blue lights that lit the stage. You thought he looked ethereal, the very embodiment of the music he was performing tonight.

"When I was putting together the final tracklist for this album," Luke continued, "I was hesitant to add this song because I was afraid that it was too vulnerable, but I was convinced that it was worth sharing, that the emotions and experiences behind this song would reach those who needed to hear it the most.

"The person who convinced me, and played a crucial part of making this record, is here tonight, and to them, I would just like to say thank you. Thank you for believing in me when I couldn't and making me brave enough to truly face my demons. You pulled me out of the deep end when it felt like I was drowning, and I would be a completely different person than I am today without you. I love you. My heart and soul is yours to keep."

Cheers were heard throughout the venue as the opening chords began. As Luke started to sing, you were thankful that you decided to watch the concert from backstage, unable to keep tears from welling in your eyes.

"Cut like diamonds and sink like stones, starve myself 'til I'm skin and bone, I'm so much older than I ever thought I would be."

He said that often. My heart and soul is yours to keep. Yours to keep safe, was what he meant. It had taken him a long time to open up to you and trust your ability to be a good partner, so him saying that his heart was yours was huge. He trusted you that much not to break his heart, to never let him sink back into old habits and bitter thoughts. That level of trust meant everything to you.

In his little speech, Luke thanked you for being the one to convince him to release the song, which was true in a way. He'd been conflicted about the song at first, not ready to share such a dark period of his life so publicly. The song had originally been just a way to express himself, to put everything he'd been through on paper without ever letting it see the light of day.

Luke had shared what the song was about, had opened up to you just what had made him feel that way in the past—toxic relationships, poor decisions that led to even worse habits, hurting the people closest to him, all of his mistakes. He didn't hide any of it from you, and you took all of those misgivings, all of those past mistakes, and showed him that you loved him anyway.

"How far is far? Are we too deep in? How dark is dark? I need to see it."

It wasn't easy at first. When you met, Luke wasn't in a place where he could give himself to anyone emotionally. He believed that he was too damaged to be loved the way he deserved and that he was better off being alone and unhurt than trying to fall in love again and risk being completely ruined by someone he thought he could trust. He had been more closed off than anyone you'd ever met, but all of it just made you want to show him what love without conditions looked like. And he couldn't fathom why. Luke was never rude to you about it. He never snapped at you or pushed you away or treated you badly to make a point, he just truly believed that he wasn't worth your time.

*.*

You were at his house, hanging out as friends. Only this time you surprised him by bringing him flowers.

Luke had been completely dumbfounded, unsure of your intentions. You told him it was just to brighten up his home a little, and because you liked doing nice things for the people you cared about. He didn't question you much further, but the rest of the time you were together, you caught him staring at the bouquet that stood in the vase you'd placed them in. His gaze had been wary and apprehensive each time, and you finally told him the truth.

"I want to take you on a date," you said simply.

Luke seemed surprised, which led to a conversation that was perhaps a step below an argument, but only because you calmly listened to Luke and evaded his tactics to push you away with ease.

"I—I don't deserve you," he finally said, but his voice was heavy with emotion, like he desperately didn't want it to be true.

"Who decides what we do and don't deserve, Luke?" you said to him, resting your hand over his and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles gently. To your surprise, he didn't pull away.

"I'm not good enough for you," he amended.

With a close-lipped smile, you leaned over from your spot on his couch and placed your thumb between his brows, smoothing the furrow there. "I think you think you're a worse person than you are."

You kissed his brow, your touch just enough for him to feel your lips brush his skin. When you pulled back, you tapped his nose with your knuckle. "I won't push you, and I won't try to fix you," you said, because the truth was, you didn't believe he needed fixing. But you knew you weren't going to be able to convince him of that. Not now, anyway. "But I will tell you this: you are a remarkable person, and when you're ready, I'd love to love you one day."

*.*

"I'm on my way out, losing the dream. I feel it crash down, down on me. Caught in the madness, holding on me. Is this the way it will always be?"

It took some time, but Luke eventually believed what you did from the day you met him. You were there to see him through the thick of it, holding his hand when he needed you to and giving him space when he asked. He'd gone off to write for a little while, and when he came back, you could practically see the weight lift from his shoulders. It was as if he'd left his biggest demons at the cabin he'd been staying in.

And now he was at his own solo concert performing the songs that held the deepest secrets of his heart. Luke sang each word with passion and pride, the kind that came from knowing that he'd overcome the darkness that had held him for so long. He wasn't drowning anymore, but he sang his songs so that his fans could see that it was possible to be in a dark place and come out of it.

The song faded to its end, and Luke bowed before the crowd as they cheered. He held his hands together in front of his face, the appreciation written in his features abundantly clear. You watched him survey the crowd with so much pride you thought you were going to burst, but you ended up just shedding a couple more tears instead.

While fans were still cheering and his band was playing chords that would lead into the next song, Luke jogged to the side of the stage where you were standing. You hadn't expected him to come over to you, but when you saw his face, you knew what he needed.

Your arms opened for him just in time as he wrapped himself around you. He held onto you tight, his face buried in your hair as he lifted you off the ground. You held on just as fiercely, hoping it would sufficiently express just how much you loved him.

Time stopped as Luke held you in his arms. He had a whole crowd waiting for him to sing the next song, but neither of you seemed worried about getting him back onstage. When he finally set you back down, you kissed his cheek a couple times before kissing him properly, your hands on either side of his face.

"Okay, okay, no more of that," you said, when he kept trying to follow your lips as you pulled away from him, wanting just one more kiss. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. Now go. Everyone's waiting for you."

Luke began to turn like he was going to do just as you said, but before he walked away, he spun on his heel and caught you in one last kiss. Satisfied by your tinged cheeks, he grinned and kissed your cheek. "Mean the world to me, darlin.'"

Hearing him say that made you melt every single time, and he knew that. Shoving his shoulder playfully toward the stage, you said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Now go be a rockstar, will you? You're keeping everyone waiting. Myself included."

Luke finally turned around for real and did just that.

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings blurb #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings oneshot #luke hemmings one shot #luke hemmings angst

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under the mistletoe // day 3

content warnings; kissing and probably swearing, I don't remember tbh <3

a/n; okay re-reading this one lowkey killed me... I feel like it's SO cringy and bad??? but it's too late now! despite my self-consciousness, I hope you guys enjoy <3

word count; 2k

(this fic takes place after they have gotten together)

12 days masterlist

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"You're kidding," Matty says with a crestfallen look on his face. Currently, he looked similar to a 10-year-old being told they weren't getting a puppy for Christmas. But Matty would attest that he had it much, much worse.

"Nope!" You say popping the p as you finish. "Matty, it's Christmas. You can only kiss me if we see a mistletoe!”

Matty scoffed at your words, “as if you are going to be able to resist kissing me until we are under the mistletoe, I give it a minimum 2 days before you do those pouty ‘please kiss me lips’ and beg me” he said confidently.

“Pfft. I won't kiss you without mistletoe until Christmas day. You underestimate my stubbornness, my dear” You pat Matty's head consideningly.

“Wanna bet?” he smirks, leaning slightly closer to your face.

You lean closer too, watching Matty’s eyes flick down to your lips the nearer you get, “deal. If I win, you make me breakfast every day next week. And if you win, I'll do the same.” You narrow your eyes at matty, challenging him.

Matty nods quickly, now unabashedly staring at your lips. “One last kiss for luck?” he asks as if he is doing you a favour, rather than yearning for one last kiss.

You teasingly lean in but snap away just before your lips touch, “ah ah ah, no mistletoe. Those are the rules i'm afraid love" You pout at Matty teasingly before spinning on your heels and walking away.

You knew it would be a matter of seconds before he came following, and sure enough, a few seconds later, you heard the sound of footsteps coming behind you into the kitchen.

The water in the kettle is just beginning to boil when you feel a pair of hands sliding over your hips and meeting on your stomach.

Matty's curls tickle your face as he presses his face into your neck, leaving open-mouth kisses at your pulse point and working down your neck. You hum and lean back into him, loving the feeling of his warmth behind you.

His head smoothly slides out from your neck, and his hands slither from your stomach to your waist. He grips and spins you around. Pressing your back onto the kitchen counter with a dizzying pressure. His red kiss-bitten lips were already pouting at you, teasing you. But you were committed. As was Matty.

“C'mon baby, why won't you give your poor boyfriend a kiss?” Matty says, leaning in and pressing kisses to your cheeks. You smile at his actions, seeing right through his sweet facade.

“Oh, I will,” you say, and you've never seen Matty move quicker. He shoots back with wide eyes.

“Really?” Matty was shocked you would fold so easily, sure he'd have a battle on his hands.

You lean close to Matty and brush your noses together, exchanging desperate breaths between the two of you. Softly, you whisper, “Yup, as soon as you catch me under some mistletoe, I’m all yours” You smirk and spin around to finish making your drink.

You hear Matty grumble and shuffle away, annoyed that his pretty boy tactic hadn't worked. But he was gonna catch you. He's determined to win.

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It was a few hours later and suspiciously quiet in the Healy house, you tiptoe around every corner, preparing for Matty to leap out with mistletoe in his hands. The cold concrete on the floor radiates through your feet as you creep through the corridors. You walk past each painting on the wall and, for the first time, really look at a few of them. Matty has interesting taste in art, that's for sure.

As you approach Annie's room, you start to hear hushed voices speaking so you sneak up and listen intently. The warm glow of the light filters into the hall from a crack in the door.

You manage to peek in and see Matty sitting on the floor with Annie standing over him, fiddling with his hair. He has various clips and bows hidden in his curls, Annie having recently fallen in love with playing hairdressers. She will have your hair in her hands as soon as you are within reaching distance.

Most times, he begrudgingly agrees and ends up sitting on the floor with his daughter's hands raking through his curls and carefully placing glitter clips and hairbands. She studies his whole head carefully, thoughtfully placing each item and moving them around until she gets the look she's going for.

Matty once came into the studio with a glittery butterfly clip still caught in his hair, which earned him endless teasing for the whole session.

The teasing continued until the next time Annie came in, she promptly sat Ross down and did nothing but focus on playing with his hair for about 45 minutes. Adam and George were suddenly very happy for their short locks, watching in fits of laughter at Ross’ disgruntled face as Annie placed yet another hair clip in.

So it was a normal sight for you to see, Matty's hair full of accessories and Annie's tongue sticking out with her focused face as she styled him. What you weren't accustomed to was the topic of conversation; you.

“So you know Daddy really likes to kiss y/n?” Matty says, wincing at the pain of Annie tugging particularly hard at one curl to get it to stay in place.

Annie pauses what she is doing before saying, “Yes Daddy it's yucky. But you have to be quiet if im doing your hair. I can't focus!” she says exasperatedly, throwing her hands up dramatically.

“Okay im sorry, baby, but I need your help to play a little trick on her. Do you want to help?” he asks, placing his hands on his daughter's waist and pulling her into his lap.

She fiddles with his curls as she thinks, even using one finger to tap her chin pensively. “Hmm, what would the trick be? Would it make her sad?”

Matty smiles at his daughter's caring nature. It makes his heart happy knowing his two girls love each other so deeply. Knowing the two people he cared most about had such a connection was one of Matty's favourite things.

He knows the way he and you met wasn't the most ideal circumstance, but the connection it gave you with Annie was worth any trouble it caused.

“No sweetheart, in fact, it would make her happy. You know how she smiles after I give her a kiss?” Annie tentatively nods, and Matty continues, “Well there's this thing at Christmas that grown-ups do called mistletoe, and if you go under it together, you have to kiss the other person.”

Annie's face immediately crumples into a disgusted look that has Matty lightly laughing and squeezing her sides, “don't worry, peanut, you won't ever have to do it if you don’t want to.” her face lights back up, and Matty secretly hopes she doesn't participate in the tradition until she's at least 30.

“y/n has said she’ll only kiss me if I catch her under the mistletoe, so I want you to help me surprise her with one. How does that sound?” he looks down at Annie, whose eyes are sparkling with mischief already.

God, she really was his daughter.

She nods excitedly, and Matty starts tickling her all over, telling her all about how fun their secret spy missions are going to be.

You sneak back to the kitchen, grinning to yourself at the idea of Matty roping in his daughter just so he can kiss you. You have to give it to him, he's definitely determined.

Just as you're finishing off some tea for you and Matty, you feel a familiar pair of hands slide around your waist. A wave of deja vu washes over you as they do.

“No ill intentions this time, baby, I swear. Just wanted to touch my girl” Matty says softly into your ear before hugging you properly from the back, putting his head in your neck and breathing in your perfume as he does. He thinks that scent might be the most soothing one in the world.

Matty never told you this, but once he found out what perfume you wear, he bought some for himself. He somehow convinced himself that it wasn't creepy or stalker-like, that he simply liked the smell. But when it wasn't on you, it didn't feel the same. It didn't have the same all-encompassing warmth behind it.

“Well, let’s go cuddle on the sofa, my love. Just no kissing,” you say, leaning back into Matty with your eyes closed in bliss. As you turn in his arms and meet his eyes, you teasingly wag your finger at him. He simply looks at you with enough love to make you dizzy.

The two of you plod your way over to the sofa, clearly ready to relax. As Matty sits down, he lifts his arm for you to wiggle into his side. As you lean your head on his chest and burrow your nose in, you feel him relax, and you audibly sigh. The comfort overtakes you, and you fall asleep burrowed into his side, your tea forgotten once Matty drapes a blanket over you.

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A few hours later, you awake to the sound of rushed whispers and giggles. You keep your eyes closed and try and discern what's happening around you.

“Okay, Annie. Now is the time. Go and get the mistletoe from the kitchen side. And make sure to be really quiet, okay? It's a secret mission, and we want y/n to stay asleep” Matty whispers carefully.

“Okay,” says Annie, trying her best to stay hushed but her excitement can't help but leak into her voice, you hear her small footsteps trailing away and briefly consider getting up and running away.

But now that Matty has roped Annie in, you can't help but let them win. You weren't going to complain about kissing your boyfriend again. Even the past few hours felt like torture, and the loss of the gentle kisses you shared was worse than you imagined.

You had come to learn Matty's way of showing love was stolen touches. If he could stay attached to you, you're sure he would. Every time he passes you, you get a kiss on the crown of your head or a gentle brush on your back.

If you were out with him, his hand would be in yours. But on the odd occasion he couldn't hold your hand fully, he would simply link your pinky fingers together. He needed a reminder that you were there. You were connected to him.

Despite being together for a little while now, every touch still felt electrified to Matty. He went so long without being able to touch you, and now he could do it whenever he wanted.

So he did.

He does it subconsciously. Even in bed he’ll stroke your arm until he falls asleep. And as Annie skulks around the kitchen, he does the same thing, tracing your arm with a featherlight touch.

You hear the pitter-patter of Annie's feet running back in and wait patiently until you feel her standing over you to flutter your eyes open and act shocked. The gasp escapes your lips just as laughter escapes Annies. Matty smiles down at you, too, looking quite proud of himself for his seemingly master plan.

“You didn't even manage to last a day, my love. What a shame. you're going to have to kiss me now” he says, shrugging his shoulders and leaning in.

“Oh you two are cheeky, well if I have to” Your stress on the word only pulls more giggles from Annie and earns you a disparaging head shake from Matty.

You and Matty only share a small peck with Annie there, although you can feel Matty’s tongue poke at your lips instinctively before pulling back for an innocent kiss.

Annie cheers as Matty leans in to hug you, just as you're settling in his arms you feel his hot breath on your neck and hear him whisper, “I knew you were awake that whole time by the way. Just couldn't resist kissing me, hmm?”

You pull back with a smirk and press another kiss to his cheek brazenly, winking at him as you do.

#christmas75 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fic #teacher au!#might delete this one later...#or at least private it #idkkkkkk

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dudadragneel · 2 months

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Hello, guys! It's me!

How are you?

Finally, it's done! Enjoy, my children

Oh, and I hope you like the little steamy part 🙃😉

He gets carsick during a trip to y n's house and when they arrive there it gets worse. Y/n takes care of him together with the members. He has a high fever during 2 nights and wants to cuddle y/n all the time. He sleeps a lot too. It was more than carsickness.

A TIRING TRIP

Vacations are around the corner and you and the boys had decided to go to your summer house to spend some quality time together. You'd agreed that you would go first to make sure the house was clean and ready, even though they insisted on helping you.

You went to the grocery store to buy everything you'd need, because you didn't really want to go out and just stay in the house, enjoying the pool, games, relaxing, sleeping, especially since the weather was nice with sunny and rainy days.

The boys rented a van to go there and they'd switch between two drivers, Lee Know and Chan, since they were the oldest of the group and had volunteered.

Hyunjin went in the first backseat row with Changbin and Felix, while Lee Know went in the passenger's seat next to Chan, who was driving first and Seungmin, Jisung, and Jeongin went in the last row.

- Kids, did you get everything?

- Yes.

- Then let's go!

Chan started the car and so the trip to your house started.

They were really excited about having some time off and fun altogether before they went home to meet their families.

The trip started pretty well, with music blasting, and lots of laughs but Hyunjin started to feel off a few minutes later. He had woken up with an eerie feeling that something was off and was going to happen but decided to ignore it. But he would soon find out his misery was only starting.

As the drive went by, Hyunjin started to doze off every now and then. A sharp pain on his head would appear from time to time but he associated that with the loud noises inside the car since the other members were really hype.

However, more weird symptoms started to appear. He broke in cold sweats, feeling cold and hot at the same time but when he touched his arm to check his temperature, it felt cold to the touch, almost as if his blood pressure had gone down, but he wasn't exactly feeling faint.

He drank a bit of water and opened the window to get some fresh air, hoping he'd feel a little better.

But it didn't work. He broke into cold sweats again but now his stomach started acting up, it gurgled quietly sending queasy burps up his throat, which he muffled with his fists. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, maybe sleeping again would help and he'd feel better once he woke up.

He managed to doze off again, but then a bump on the road broke his peace and that's when things started to get bad.

They entered an area with a rather bumpy road and he couldn't sleep again, all the swinging and jumping of the car were making him queasy. He felt his stomach twist with every move from the car, nausea building up slowly. He started to shift around in his seat trying to find a comfortable position to control the nausea and it caught Changbin's and Felix's attention.

- Hey, Hyune, is everything okay?

Hyunjin barely looked at them, afraid of moving and making his already unsettled stomach even angrier.

- I feel carsick...

He said closing his eyes again and muffling a queasy burp with his fist.

Chan who was still driving heard them talking.

- Hyune, do you want me to pull over?

- No...I'm fine.

- Sure?

- Yeah...I'll just sleep.

- Okay. Let me know if you feel like you're gonna be sick.

- hmm.

He just nodded and closed his eyes again, taking deep breaths while the wind hit his face, providing the tinniest of comfort.

But it didn't last long, the road was still rough and the nausea was getting stronger. His stomach twisted, and he could feel its contents sloshing around. He broke into a cold sweat again and started swallowing convulsively when he felt something creeping up his chest and his mouth started watering.

- Hyung, I don't think Hyunjin is feeling well...

Felix said as he saw the color drain from Hyunjin's face, making him pale as a sheet.

Lee Know turned around to assess the situation.

- Hyunjin, are you gonna throw up?

But the boy couldn't really answer and just nodded as he felt his stomach twist again, sending its contents up his chest until he felt it hit the back of his throat, the foul taste filling his mouth. He covered his mouth to suppress a wet burp followed by a gag.

Lee Know turned to Chan with worried eyes.

- Hyung, we should pull over.

- There's a shoulder ahead. Hang on, Hyune.

Chan sped up to reach the shoulder before Hyunjin could throw up inside the car.

Once the car came to a stop, the two oldest got out and went to the back. Hyunjin hurriedly opened the door and stepped outside, bending over and supporting his weight on his knees.

All it took was one wet gag and a thick stream of vomit gushed out of him hitting the ground with a sickening sound, making both Lee Know and Chan flinch in surprise before getting to his side.

- That's it. You're doing great, get everything out.

Chan said as he held Hyunjin's hair back and gently rubbed his back with Lee Know. That was when they realized how sweaty he was.

His stomach contracted again, not giving him time to catch his breath before making him lurch forward as another violent stream made its way out.

If it weren't for both Lee Know and Chan, he'd probably have fallen on the ground.

- Hyune, give me that hair tie on your wrist.

Chan asked, still holding the young boy's hair, and then proceeded to tie it.

Hyunjin felt a sudden wave of dizziness, his vision went blurry and he swayed on his feet. Chan and Lee Know were quick to tighten their grip on him and carefully guide him to sit down before he fainted. He was out for only a few seconds and that was enough time for the two oldest to feel how cold his skin felt, despite being so sweaty.

He regained consciousness, head pounding and ears ringing, sat up, and buried his head in between his knees.

- Hey, Hyune, how are you feeling?

- Still carsick... My stomach keeps flipping around...

He said, not dating lifting his head, so Lee Know decided to massage his nape to provide some comfort to the young boy. While he did that, Chan went back to the car to get some water so Hyunjin could rinse his mouth drink some and call you.

- Hey, y/n!

- Oh, Chan! Hey! How are you? Are you guys on the road?

- I'm fine. Yes, we are but we had a little setback...

- What happened?

- Hyunjin felt carsick and we're parked in a shoulder right now.

- Really? Did he throw up or just nausea?

- He threw up. Actually, he's throwing up right now.

- oh my god. Okay, there's a rest area before you reach the house, make a stop there so he can calm down and then come. I'll get things ready for him to rest.

- Okay. See ya.

- See ya.

Chan turned off the cell phone and went back to Hyunjin's side.

The boy was still sitting down, head ducked and spitting out thick saliva that kept accumulating in his mouth.

- Hey, how are you doing?

Hyunjin only nodded a "no" and spat out again. By now, the rest of the kids were out of the car, stretching their legs and clearly worried about him.

Lee Know could feel him shudder under his hand, Hyunjin grabbed his hyung's hand for comfort as he lurched forward, another stream of watery vomit splattering between his legs and thankfully not getting on his clothes.

Both Lee Know and Chan kept rubbing Hyunjin's back as his stomach got rid of even more content and after that, he was left dry heaving, and exhausted.

- Here. Rinse your mouth and take small sips.

- thanks...

He said weakly, grabbing the bottle with shaky hands, spitting out then drinking a bit, the cold sensation comforting his strained throat.

- Do you think you're good to get in the car?

- Just give me a minute...

- Take your time.

Chan kneeled beside him and massaged his nape while guiding him through some breathing exercises.

- thanks hyung...I feel a little better now...can you help me?

- Yes. Let's go.

Lee Know was already inside the car, he would be driving the last half to your house. Chan put his arms underneath Hyunjin's and slowly helped him, waiting a few seconds so the boy wouldn't get dizzy.

- You good? Feel like vomiting again?

- No...just a little dizzy...

- Okay. Let's go. You'll go in the passenger's seat, being able to see the road ahead will help with your carsickness.

Chan helped Hyunjin get in the car and buckled him up before sitting in the back.

- Hey, let me know if you feel sick again, okay? We're gonna stop at a rest area before getting to y/n's house but if you feel like you're gonna puke, I'll pull over again, okay?

- Yes, hyung...I'm sorry...

- Don't apologize. These things can happen. Y/n is waiting for you when we get there, they said they'd get everything ready so you could rest.

He quickly got his phone to thank you, to which you replied you were ready to take care of him, making him smile a bit.

Lee Know started the car and so the last half of the ride began, the kids in the back were still quite hyped for a few minutes and then they were asleep, just like children.

Hyunjin had his sunglasses on because apart from the nausea, he had an annoying headache and the sun wasn't really helping. He did his best to focus on the road ahead to keep his stomach from acting up again.

Lee Know would glance at him every now and then to check on him, he just wanted to get to your house so his dongsaeng could rest.

At first, sitting in the front was helping, there was less motion for his eyes to capture so his inner ear was balanced, which meant his nausea was somewhat under control. But he then made the worst decision.

He thought that maybe listening to some music would help him calm down a little more and distract himself until he got home. He picked up his earphones and grabbed his cell phone, and that was his mistake.

The moment his focus changed from the road to the phone, which meant he was looking at somewhere still, while the car was moving. That messed up his inner ear and his stomach flipped, sloshing around whatever it was he still had inside along with the water he had drank a few minutes ago.

He swallowed convulsively when he felt something rushing up his chest. He covered his mouth to suppress a queasy burp, that only made him aware of the foul taste inside his mouth. He squeezed his eyes in disgust and tried swallowing again, hoping he'd be able to hold it in until they got to the rest area, so he could go to an actual bathroom.

He shifted in his seat, turning his body to the side and wrapping his arms around his stomach as if that would keep everything in place.

Lee Know noticed the distress his dongsaeng was in and knew exactly what was about to happen so he sped up.

- Hang in there, we're almost there.

He said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Hyunjin could feel the foul taste in his mouth, and an air bubble trapped in his throat sent him over the edge. When he tried to burp, he ended up throwing up inside his mouth, making him able to feel every texture of food mixed with liquid. He squeezed his hand against his mouth, trying not to vomit all over himself and the car, and somehow managed to swallow. But that was the last straw, as soon as he swallowed his stomach immediately rejected it, contracting harshly making him gag into his hand.

- Shit!

Lee Know said, a sense of obvious urgency in his voice.

He entered the parking lot with perfect timing and as soon as he was parked, Hyunjin hurriedly opened the door stepping out of the car and Chan, with his father-like instincts, was already out to help the sick boy get to the bathroom.

And Hyunjin almost lost the battle against his stomach because as they walked to the bathroom, it contracted again sending hot liquid that he failed to hold, escaping through his fingers but thankfully Chan was quick to put his hands under his chin and catch it before it could soil the ground and Hyunjin's clothes.

Entering the bathroom, Hyunjin went straight into a stall, letting go of his mouth as vomit immediately escaped his lips hitting the toilet.

Chan rapidly washed his hands and went to Hyunjin's side, rubbing his back as a wet burp brought up even more putrid liquid.

- That's it, let everything out.

Hyunjin spat out thick saliva and a cough brought up what seemed to be the last of the content inside his stomach and he was left dry heaving over the toilet.

- Damn, this time was pretty bad, huh?

- I don't know what's happening, hyung...

- you're carsick. It'll get better once we get there, we're 5 minutes away now.

- Thank god...I can't handle this anymore...

- You good now? Do you feel like there's still something to get out?

- No...not really.

- then let's rinse your mouth and let's go.

Chan helped Hyunjin to the sink, making sure to keep an arm around him, sensing the boy could faint at any minute given how much he'd thrown up.

The oldest boy needed something to help Hyunjin's nausea because they still had a little bit of road ahead, so he called you.

- Hey y/n!

- Hey Chan! How's Hyune?

- Not so good. We're at the rest area and he's just thrown up again.

- Oh god.

- Do you have any tips on what we can do? So we don't need to stop again?

- Actually, I do! And I don't know why I didn't remember it before.

- What is it?

- Olives!

- Really!?

- Yes! Since they're citric, they can help with the stomach. It usually works immediately. If he's feeling afraid to eat, just give him a tablespoon of the liquid part.

- Okay, then! See you in a bit.

- Bye.

Chan bought a jar of olives and handed a tablespoon to Hyunjin, who accepted it, despite looking disgusted and apprehensive to invest anything at that point.

- Trust y/n. They know what they are doing.

- Okay.

Hyunjin took the spoon and swallowed the liquid, and just like you told Chan, the relief was immediate. He felt like a new person entirely.

- Woah.

- Feel better?

- Yes...

- Alright then, let's go.

Chan helped Hyunjin back to the car where they waited a few minutes until the kids finished shopping for more snacks.

The last bit to your house went on without any further incidents, thankfully.

Getting there you were already waiting for them at the porch and went down to help them with Hyunjin.

Lee Know helped Hyunjin get out of the car since the boy was feeling rather faint and you went to his side and wrapped your arms around him to guide him inside, him leaning most of his weight on you.

- You're lucky you're light babe, or we'd be on the ground now.

- I'm sorry...I feel tired...

- I know honey. Was it bad?

- Really bad.

- Oh baby, do you think you can eat something? I'm afraid you might faint, given how much you threw up.

- I guess so...the olive really helped. Thanks.

- happy to hear that.

You settled him on the couch and he was immediately knocked out then went to prepare some light food for him. While you did that, the boys took their bags to their bedrooms and went straight to the back of the house, where there was a pool and a big field.

After finishing you gently woke him up and noticed how exhausted he looked, his face was still a bit pale and he was still sweating a bit.

- Babe, here. Eat slowly okay? After that take a shower and then rest, alright?

- Okay.

He ate slowly like you advised and kept chatting with you, trying to get distracted from the discomfort he was still feeling in his stomach.

Once he was done he wanted to lay down but you prohibited him from doing that because it could make him nauseous again.

- you should stay seated, you need to let your body digest the food. If you lay down right now, it'll make you feel worse. why don't you go outside with the others? At least you can breathe some fresh air. I think that'd be good for you.

- If you're saying so, understood.

He said standing up and saluting you, getting a laugh.

Hyunjin went outside and sat down on one of the chairs, while a few of them were enjoying the pool.

He actually managed to laugh a little at Lee Know trying to learn how to swim, but he quickly controlled his reaction afraid of what Lee Know could do to him later.

Then Felix got out of the pool and sat by Hyunjin's side.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Better...a little queasy but better.

- That's good. Did you manage to eat?

- Yeah. Y/n cooks very well.

- That's true.

Felix went back into the pool and soon after you joined them, staying mostly with Hyunjin but also having fun with the others.

A few hours later, the weather changed, it was now windy, and the sky was grey so it was time to halt the activities and go back inside.

Hyunjin needed to take a shower but when he stood up from the chair, he noticed how weak he was, his legs almost gave up on him but thankfully you were by his side and wrapped your arms around him before he could fall.

- Hyune! You good?

You almost screamed, getting everyone's attention that quickly gathered around you.

- Yeah...I just felt lightheaded for a second...

- That light food definitely wasn't enough to compensate for what you vomited.

- But it was good.

- I'm glad you liked it. Now let's go inside before it starts to rain. And you need to take a shower.

Everyone was inside in the blink of an eye, dividing into teams to take a quick shower before the rain could turn into a storm with lightning. You laughed at the way they scattered around like scaredy cats.

You took Hyunjin to the bathroom upstairs, again he leaned most of his weight on you, still feeling lightheaded.

You turned on the water on the bathtub until it was lukewarm and had also bought a stool in case he wanted to take a shower instead of being in the bathtub.

- Here's a change of clothes, babe.

- Thanks.

- I'm gonna stay here, okay?

- No, you don't need to.

- You're lightheaded, Hyunjin. I won't have you passing out in the bathroom, it's far too dangerous.

- But it's embarrassing...

- Oh come on, babe. It's not like I've never seen you.

- Still...it's different...

- Okay, I'll turn around. Just call me if you feel sick again.

Hyunjin decided to get into the bathtub, not really wanting to trust his body to stand during the shower.

You kept staring at the blank wall in front of you, and even though he wasn't feeling well, your mind couldn't help but wonder and just the sheer thought made you blush until your ears burned. And then Hyunjin called you, bringing you back to reality, or making your thoughts wonder even more.

- Babe...

- Hm?

You said, not looking back to respect his privacy, and blushing even harder.

- Can you wash my hair?

For some reason he was feeling weaker by the second, maybe it was the heat of the water calming him down but it seemed like his strength was leaving his body and a wave of exhaustion was washing over him.

- Yes but...are you sure?

- Yeah. I'm covered up.

- O-okay.

For some reason, that sentence made your heart skip a beat, even though you've seen him before, something about it hit differently.

You made your way to the bathtub, positioned yourself behind him, and proceeded to gently wash his hair.

For him, it felt heavenly, your touch alone comforted him in ways you didn't even know, you were his safe place. He sunk into your touch as you gave him a gentle massage, and it took everything in his power to keep calm.

You intended to relax him after the ordeal of the car trip but little did you know that it was almost doing the complete opposite.

He then gently grabbed your hand as you massaged his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on it and then pulling you for a kiss. You could feel the heat coming from his face but didn't give it much thought, assuming it was from the bath or the kiss.

- Okay, naughty boy, finish your bath so you can rest.

You said giving another kiss and going back to your spot so he could have his privacy back.

- Okay.

He finished his bath and put on the change of comfy clothes you had gotten him.

- You can turn around now, I'm fully dressed.

You turned to face a flushed-faced boy with a towel on top of his head, looking cute and tired at the same time. And he was incredibly tired, so much so that when he walked in your direction he swayed to the side and you were quick to steady him.

- Alright, that's enough standing for you. You need to lay down, come on.

You took him to the bedroom and sat him down on the bed so you could dry his hair, leaving it soaked could be bad for his health.

He was so tired that as you dried his hair, and brushed it, he ended up falling asleep. Once you were finished, you gently lay him down on the bed, covering him with a light blanket before going downstairs to have dinner with the boys and make something for him to eat before going to bed later.

- hey y/n, how's he doing?

- He's sleeping right now. Thankfully nothing happened during the bath but he was really tired.

- Did he complain about his stomach again?

- No, not really, he was just lightheaded.

- Let's hope it was just carsickness. Oh, we made dinner.

- Thank you! But you didn't have to.

- You organized everything so we could come here, it's the least we can do.

- Well, it looks delicious.

- Most of it was Lee Know who made it. And Felix baked cookies.

- Woah! Thank you!

You had dinner with the boys, chatting about life, work everything. And after you were done eating, you cooked something light again so Hyunjin could eat before going to sleep.

When you got to the bedroom he was already sitting on the bed, still looking tired.

- Hey, how are you?

- Exhausted...what's that?

- Some light food I prepared. Lee Know cooked dinner but I figured your stomach wouldn't be able to handle it so I cooked something else.

- Thank you, honey.

You set the tray on his lap and sat beside him, covering yourself up as well.

- Can you feed me?

He asked with the most cute pleading eyes he could pull off with a pout.

- You- I can't with you, Hyune.

You said laughing and then giving a little peck before picking up the spoon.

- Say ah~

You forgot to close the door and right when you were doing that, Lee Know passed by. When his brain processed what he'd just seen he took one step back and just stood there looking at you with a disgusted face and left, making you both laugh. He loved teasing both of you.

After Hyunjin finished his meal, you went downstairs to wash the dishes and came up again with a bottle of cold water for him, since he needed to be hydrated. You sat beside him and put on a movie so he could digest the food before lying down to sleep but he was asleep in the first 20 minutes.

You waited a few more minutes before you gently nudged him awake so he could lay down and you lay down as well.

He was feeling so exhausted that he wanted you to be the big spoon, which you gladly accepted.

- Babe?

- Hm?

- Can you rub my back for me?

- Sure.

Just like before, your touch always made him feel comfortable and safe and that's everything he needed now. You gently rubbed patterns on it and you could feel him relax under your hand, and a few minutes later you were also asleep.

A few hours into the night, Hyunjin's body started to feel incredibly off. He broke into cold sweats, he was shivering as if someone had put the AC at 0°C, his whole body ached, and even the touch of the fabric of his clothes felt like it touching burned skin. No matter how much he covered himself, the shiver wouldn't stop and neither the cold would get better.

His head was throbbing, so much so he could hear and feel his heartbeat. His breathing became erratic and he was panting like he ran a marathon.

To add to his misery, his stomach was acting up as well, cramping and gurgling, as if making a statement he shouldn't have eaten, or even had gone out of the house.

It burned as if it had been lit on fire, both his stomach and his body. He tried taking deep breaths to regain control of his breathing but failed.

Then, his stomach cramped again, its contents sloshing around, rushing up his chest, a foul taste in his mouth now filling with saliva.

He started to swallow convulsively because he thought his body didn't have the strength to drag himself out of the bed and to the bathroom he was sure he'd pass out. He kept on swallowing, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. He managed to survive the first wave but it only lasted seconds before his stomach cramped again, as if warning him he didn't have much of a choice.

Hyunjin felt something rush up his chest, and esophagus and hit the back of his throat, filling his mouth with a foul-tasting liquid and pieces of food.

He covered his mouth with his hand when a wet gag ripped through him and tried getting up as quickly and quietly as possible not to wake you, even though he wanted to.

He stumbled his way to the bathroom bracing the wall for support because he was sure if he didn't do that, he'd pass out.

He opened the bathroom door and quickly shut it behind him, reaching the sink, grabbing the edges for support and immediately vomiting a thick stream of undigested chunky food.

Before the next wave, he managed to move to the toilet before it gushed out of him getting on the edges before he could kneel as a sudden wave of dizziness hit him. He didn't know whether he wanted you there or if he wanted you to have a good night's sleep.

But it was too late. Since the house was extremely silent, you heard the sound of retching and something splashing in the water and jumped out of bed quickly realizing what was happening.

You knocked on the bathroom already making your way in and seeing Hyunjin vomit pale brown liquid into the toilet. You rushed to his said to hold his hair that was down before it got vomit on it.

- Oh baby...why didn't you call me?

- S-sorry...didn't want to wake you up-

He managed to say before gagging wetly followed by a queasy burp that brought another wave of vomit. You started rubbing his back and immediately noticed that the situation was a lot worse than you expected. As soon as you touched his back he winced and you could feel the heat radiating off of him through his clothes.

- Oh my god, babe, you are burning up.

- I-I really don't feel well...

He said defeated with a shaky voice, hesitantly lifting his head to look at you and your heart dropped when you took in the expression on his face. He looked like he was in unbearable pain, his face looked pale and flushed at the same time, his hair was considerably wet with sweat and he was breathing erratically.

- Babe, you might've caught a stomach bug.

He quickly turned his head back to the toilet as he felt another wave rushing up his throat, this time a rather harsh one, making his back arch and face go red from the strain.

- Oh baby...I'm so sorry this is happening to you. But you might feel better if you let everything out.

You said as you proceeded to rub his sweaty back, and again placing your hand on his forehead, still shocked with his body temperature.

- Babe, I'm really worried about your fever...

- it hurts... everything hurts...

You then heard soft knocks on the door before they were slowly opened, showing concerned faces from Chan and Lee Know.

- Is everything okay?

Chan asked getting closer to you with Lee Know following behind.

- No. He started throwing up again and he's burning up. Look.

Both Chan and Lee Know checked Hyunjin's forehead and were as shocked as you with the heat coming from him.

- I'll get the thermometer.

Chan said leaving Lee Know to help you with Hyunjin.

- I guess it wasn't just carsickness.

- Here.

Chan said giving you the thermometer.

- 39°C! That's too high!

Hyunjin who was resting his weight on your body, suddenly jerked forward, vomit escaping his lips before he could reach the toilet and getting on his clothes. You pat his back to help him through another thick wave of undigested food.

The sight made Lee Know and Chan grimace.

He spat out thick saliva before a wet burp brought up another mouthful of putrid liquid.

- Oh baby...

You said still rubbing his back and holding his hair.

After this round, he was left dry heaving over the toilet and you helped him lay his weight on you again. And it felt like he'd gotten worse during his rounds of vomiting, his body was scorching hot, face still pale and flushed, shivering and out of breath.

- I don't feel well...

That was all he managed to say before fainting due to the strain and high fever.

- Shit.

- Should we take him to the bedroom?

- It's best we help him get clean. And his fever is too high, we should bring it down.

They helped Hyunjin by holding his legs up, while his head rested on your thighs, in an attempt to get his blood circulation back to normal. And after 3 minutes, he woke up, confused with everything.

- Hey, how are you feeling?

- Weak and queasy...

- You have a really high fever, Hyunjin. We need to bring it down. And you need a new change of clothes. Come on, we'll help you.

Chan helped Hyunjin take off his clothes until he was left only with his boxers and settled him in the bathtub.

- I will turn on the water now okay? It'll be lukewarm.

- Ok...

He said, sounding as weak as he could be at that moment. He felt so exhausted you had to hold his head while Chan cleaned him with a wet cloth.

But even though he was barely conscious, he'd wince every time the water or the cloth touched his skin, because it felt like he had burn injuries all over.

Lee Know had gone out to get some medications and sports drinks for Hyunjin.

You left Hyunjin with Chan while you went to grab a new set of clothes for him.

- Hyunjin, why didn't you tell us?

- I...I wasn't feeling anything...just carsick. I thought it would get better after...but it only got worse...

- Here.

You said entering the bathroom with a set of hoodie and sweatpants. Chan helped him out of the tub and sat him on the edge of it so you could dress him, and kept holding him the whole time because Hyunjin no longer had the strength to hold his own body.

Lee Know who had gone out to get medications for the sick boy arrived to help.

- Hey, can you walk to the bedroom?

He asked, getting close to Hyunjin and patting his shoulder. The sick boy only nodded a "no", not having the strength to lift his head.

- I'll help you come on.

Lee Know had to carry Hyunjin bridal style to the bedroom because as soon as he helped the boy up, his legs gave up on him, vomiting and the high fever had completely dried out his energy.

Lee Know settled an almost passed-out Hyunjin on the bed and then gathered with you and Chan to discuss what to do.

- Okay, this is way more than carsickness.

- The fever might be related to a stomach bug or something else.

- Should we take him to a hospital? Call the staff?

- No. He's gotten sick similar to this once. 39°C is still a temperature we can deal with. If it gets past that, it'd be safer to take him to the hospital.

- I got some Tylenol and antiemetics and some stomach medication that helps with gastritis symptoms. And sports drinks. He shouldn't take these pills on an empty stomach but I think trying to feed him now will only make him throw up again, so let's try giving him an antiemetic along with the other one so he can take the pill with the sports drink.

- Okay.

- Should we tell the others?

- No. let them rest. We'll tell them tomorrow.

- Okay. Let's try to give him the medication.

Lee Know helped Hyunjin sit upright and held him, while you gave him the medication and Chan held a bucket nearby just in case things didn't work out.

Hyunjin was so weak he barely managed to drink or swallow the pill. After taking it, he dry heaved over the bucket that Chan was quick to hold in front of him, but thankfully he didn't throw up.

- Hey, y/n. Call us if you need anything, okay? We'll have our phones on the whole time.

Chan said as he was leaving your bedroom with Lee Know.

- I will. Goodnight

- Goodnight

And so Hyunjin immediately fell asleep but not before making sure to ask you to be the big spoon, he desperately needed comfort, even if his whole body stung with any touch, he still needed to feel you next to him.

And so you did, you covered him up and yourself and hugged him, and it broke your heart when you felt him shivering through your body.

After a while, he stopped shivering and seemed to be asleep, so you carefully placed your hand on his forehead and noticed he was still hot, but not as hot as before, meaning the medication was working.

He shifted a little and mumbled a few words before falling asleep again.

- Can you scratch my back?

He said really softly, almost whispering.

- Of course.

You whispered and backing a little bit away from him so you could use your arms. And yes, he was still hot and sweaty and you were just hoping he could sleep the whole night and wake up better. But that wasn't going to happen.

About two hours after you settled in bed, Hyunjin started shivering again and tossing and turning. His head was throbbing again and every fiber of his body ached like they'd been lit on fire. The nausea he felt earlier had come back, ten times stronger, he could already feel liquid coming up his chest, his stomach gurgling loudly and cramping.

He just squeezed his eyes and curled up in a ball hugging the blanket tightly, gritting his teeth, swallowing convulsively, trying to control his body because he knew he didn't have the strength to get up and drag his tired body to the bathroom.

He even contemplated for a second but decided not to, knowing he'd probably pass out on the way there.

But his body was determined to get anything else he had inside of him.

As he tried to keep everything in, his stomach cramped and contracted shooting its contents rapidly up his chest and hitting the back of his throat, the only thing he managed to do was drag his torso partially off the bed just in time for a wave of vomit escape his mouth and hit the ground, waking you up startled.

- Hyune? What is it?

You said already sitting up and assessing the situation.

- S-sorry-

Was everything Hyunjin managed to say before spilling more putrid liquid onto the bedroom floor, you sitting on the bed rubbing his back and holding his hair as he lay there miserably. You didn't even bother getting up to get a towel since the mess was already made so you just let him get everything out before doing something.

- Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll clean this up later, just get everything out, okay?

You didn't even need to say that since a wet burp brought up a mix of brown liquid and bile, continue to soil the floor next to the bed.

- Oh my baby...you're really sick.

He spat out thick saliva and managed to breathe for a few seconds, before another wave ripped through his body, causing him to get red with the strain, and after that, there were only unproductive gags.

- Do you think you're done?

- Hmm...

- Just a second.

You said leaving the bed to grab a wet cloth to wipe his mouth.

- Do you feel better? After getting that out?

- No, not really... everything hurts....

You studied his complexion, turned pale, really flushed cheeks, sweaty to the point his hair was damp and stuck to his forehead. You brushed his bangs out of the way to place your palm on his forehead, making him wince at the touch.

- Sorry. Your fever is definitely high again. Let me see

The thermometer was marking an alarmingly high temperature yet again.

- 39.8°C! I'm not gonna try to give you medication again Because you'll probably throw up. But we need to bring it down somehow.

You grabbed one of the towels you used to shower to cover the vomit on the floor and keep it from getting even dirtier.

- I'm gonna get an ice bag downstairs, okay?

You said, motioning to leave but Hyunjin didn't let you. He held you by the wrist and made you sit on the bed again, his hot hand touching your skin.

- Babe, I feel the heat radiating off of you just by your touch...

- I don't want to be alone...

He said almost breaking down.

- Okay, I won't.

You said kissing the top of his head and then grabbed your phone to text Chan to help you.

- Chan, Hyunjin threw up again and his fever spiked. It's 39.8°C.

- Oh my god!

- But I don't think giving him medication now is a good choice...but we need to bring it down somehow.

- What do you need me to do?

- Downstairs, in a cabinet in the kitchen there's an ice bag. Can you get it for me? Also a bowl with some cold water?

- I'll be there in a minute.

Chan quickly gathered the things you asked for and entered the bedroom just in time to catch Hyunjin vomiting again, this time soiling the towel you had put there.

- Here.

- Thank you.

- I'll clean this up, okay? And bring a bucket.

- Thanks, Chan.

Chan grabbed two buckets, one for Hyunjin and the other to clean the mess so you didn't have to.

Once he was done, he helped you clean Hyunjin and try to bring down his fever. He sat behind the sick boy on the bed to support his weight while you used a wet cold cloth to wipe him.

You were done, you helped him dress in another shirt since the one he was using was drenched in sweat.

- Thanks, Chan. For the help.

- No problem. If you need anything else just text me.

- Thanks again.

Hyunjin was basically passed out, he had absolutely no strength left in his body so he slumped back into the bed.

- Babe...can I lay on your lap...?

He said, voice raspy.

- Of course. Come here.

You helped him lay down on your thighs and proceeded to place a wet cold cloth on his forehead, earning a wince from him, but he fell asleep immediately after.

- I hope you'll feel better soon, baby.

You don't know how but you managed to doze off, waking up a few times to check his temperature that kept on oscillating between 38°C and 39°C, thankfully not hitting 40°C but still alarmingly high.

Hyunjin slept through the rest of the night but woke up rather early with a throbbing headache and shivers.

You tried to get up to make him breakfast but he didn't let you, he was really clingy and you couldn't blame him. But the boys helped you by making breakfast for you and something light for Hyunjin and brought it to the bedroom.

Hyunjin's stomach had given him a little break so he could eat breakfast and take a few medications after, such as an antiemetic and some Tylenol for the persistent fever.

You waited a few minutes and he didn't throw up, which was a good sign. When he was feeling a little better from his headache, you suggested he took another bath, and just like the day before, you stayed with him. And you were glad you did because after he changed his clothes he ended up fainting for a brief moment, the boys helping you carry him out of the bathroom.

You decided to stay in the living room with him for a while so he could breathe some fresh air and be with the boys, maybe they could distract him.

You needed to rest a while and take a bath so the boys stayed with Hyunjin, who was settled with a blanket on the couch.

A few of them went outside to play, and the others stayed in the house, keeping Hyunjin company and resting as well.

The sick boy who was lying down, arm covering his eyes, felt a sudden burning sensation in his stomach. "Fuck" was the first thing that came to mind, his body just didn't want to give him a break.

That burning sensation quickly morphed into a strong nausea, filling his mouth with foul-tasting liquid.

He quietly coughed once, when he felt something tickling his throat, but that only brought his stomach's contents even closer to getting out.

Hyunjin hurriedly sits up, hand covering his mouth, but the single motion of doing that is enough to make his stomach contract, a wet muffled burp sending vomit through his fingers, soiling the floor in the middle of his legs.

The sound of something splattering on the ground alerted Lee Know who was in the kitchen and quickly ran to aid his dongsaeng.

- What's wrong? Did you feel nauseous again?

- I'm sorry- I couldn't call-

Hyunjin tried to say but his body had other plans, he moved his soiled hand away from his mouth ducking his head as a stream of vomit gushed out of him, mixing with the mess on the floor.

Lee Know was sitting beside him patting and rubbing his back, trying to provide a bit of comfort as his dongsaeng proceeded to empty his stomach on the floor.

- Just keep going, get everything out. Hyung will clean this up later.

Despite the grossness of the situation, Lee Know didn't seem bothered one bit. Being a father to 3 cats had its perks, he dealt with similar things in his house so he kept his cool.

Once Hyunjin was done puking, or at least when he was only spitting out very thick saliva, Lee Know grabbed a mop, a bucket, and some water.

He gave the bottle to Hyunjin so he could rinse his mouth and try to get rid of the putrid taste and cleaned the mess on the floor, leaving the bucket beside the couch.

- I-i'm sorry, hyung...

- Don't worry about it, okay? It's not your fault.

Lee Know said, patting Hyunjin's shoulder before going to put the soiled cloth to wash.

When he came back Hyunjin was still in the same position, kind of in shock with everything that was happening for the last 12h hours or so.

- What is it?

Lee Know asked, sitting beside him.

- I'm scared, hyung...I'm tired...but I feel like I can throw up any time...I'm afraid of lying down....

- Don't worry, Hyunjin-ah. Hyung is right here, I'll help you whenever you need. Just try to get some sleep.

Lee Know gently wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and lay down the sick boy, noticing his fever was high again and confirming with a thermometer. Since taking medication was a big no at the moment, he got the ice bag, put it under Hyunjin's pillow, and placed an ice pad on his forehead.

And just like he promised, he stayed by his side until the next round of vomiting started but this time Hyunjin didn't want to be sick in front of everyone.

- Hyung...I'm gonna throw up, can you take me to the bathroom?

He said weakly, trying to sit up. Lee Know once again wrapped his arms around Hyunjin helped him up and guided him to the bathroom where the boy proceeded to vomit for a few good minutes.

After that, Lee Know brought him back to the living room and you were done resting so you were going to watch him for the time being.

Needless to say, it was another very tiring day and night for all nine of you, Hyunjin's fever kept spiking up, oscillating all the time, he managed to drink some sports drink only to throw up hours later, sometimes on the floor, bucket, bathroom. All eight of you took turns to take care of him, by helping him shower, eat and rest.

At some point, you all decided it was best to take him to the ER to at least know what was wrong and your guess was right, stomach flu. He spent a few hours on IV fluids to help hydrate him and he also had some intravenous antiemetics to prevent him from throwing up even more.

The next days of the trip consisted of all of you nursing him back to health until he was finally okay to enjoy a little bit before going back.

Having you and the members in his life was truly a blessing.

Oh and needless to say, those of you who spent more time with him while he was sick, you, Chan, and Lee Know were just as miserable in the following weeks but they had each other and you had Hyunjin to take care of you and return the favor.

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captain-mj · 10 months

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so that AU you mentioned for the monster handler fic where soap actually punishes ghost... i am on my knees

Sure! This is literally just detailing the punishment and doesn't go much further so this is very hurt/no comfort just as a warning

Ghost felt Soap's eyes on him as soon as he got out of the car. He expects to be scolded immediately, but he doesn't. They just keep walking.

"I just want you to trust me." Soap said softly.

Ghost glanced at him and kept walking behind him.

"I'm your handler. You know that. But you don't act like it." Soap sounded exasperated. "I..." He sighed and brought Ghost to his bedroom.

Ghost felt like weirdly frozen. He wasn't sure what to do.

Soap turned to him. "Hoodie off and go to the bed for me."

Ghost followed his orders. "What are you planning on doing?"

"Give me your wings."

There was the sound of rope but when Ghost went to protest, he found he couldn't make his mouth make words. Panic flooded through him so fast he couldn't get himself to do anything but lay there.

Soap started to tie his wings gently. It was so sweet that it only hurt worse.

Ghost couldn't cry. His eyes didn't produce the tears too. But the area behind his nose burned. He shivered and looked up at Soap who continued to tie his wings.

They hurt. Despite how careful Soap was being, it hurt.

Ghost shook so hard he was afraid he'd spring apart, though to Soap it barely left like a tremble. He wanted to scream. Soap was restraining him. Soap promised he wouldn't hurt him. He wanted them to respect each other.

The world started to sink and stretch around him. His wings laid flat against his back as Soap tied his hands with a bow.

"Fifteen minutes. Not long."

Ghost closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing. The smell of rot filled his nose and he couldn't help but twitch in his binds. He wanted to escape. Wanted to leave.

Soap snapped and Ghost opened his eyes.

"No moving. C'mon Ghostie, this is a common punishment. you know how it works."

Ghost bit back any noises and moved his head to hide his face in the pillows.

Aching silence. It hurt. The lights hurt his head. His sheets felt so scratchy. Everything made him suffer.

Inhale. 2. Exhale. 1. Inhale. 2. Exhale.

Ghost kept just breathing, feeling his heart tried to pound out of his chest.

"Fifteen minutes are up."

Ghost would've guessed it was a few hours.

It was actually only eight. Soap started to feel too bad.

He cut him free and Ghost slumped into his bed.

"You okay, Simon?"

Ghost tried to answer. Tried to be good. He didn't want to be caged again.

"The silent treatment? Really?" Soap sounded amused.

Ghost couldn't even lift his head up to speak.

"Alright. I'll give you some space, okay?" He scratched the place behind his wings before leaving.

#Experiment au #Monster au #Monster!Ghost #Monster Ghost #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #ghostsoap #soapghost

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piko-power · 6 months

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Under the Moonlight - Final Part- Source of Light

Read Part 3 if you haven't already - Arguing with Myself (Sort Of)

Quick note: This story takes place before the sequel. Any Sonic Movie story I write like this one will be a pre-sequel story.

TW: Slight gore, though there is no blood, it's mainly violence towards Nightmare creatures.

Sonic was all by himself in the dark woods, and encounters a dangerous enemy. Believing he'll settle in to his new lifestyle, some unexpected visitors came to save the night.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. For hours he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He couldn't stop thinking about them.

They saw everything, and they were terrified.

Why did he lose control of himself? Why did he do that? He would never do that.

But he did all of it anyway, because he's the Werehog.

Puppy like whimpers escaped from his mouth when he continued to sob by a tree. He looked up to see that the moon was almost gone, but the stars were high and bright.

He lost track of time but he knew that it would be morning soon.

At this point, it might be impossible to look for Light Gaia's Bracelet in time to get rid of this stupid Werehog form.

And even if he succeed, Tom and Maddie, and the majority of his hometown, would be scared of him for a long time.

It's hopeless, even if there is hope for Sonic.

"Dumb Dark Gaia energy..." He grumbled sadly, putting his head down again.

You keep forgetting that I can hear you.

"Oh, shut up." He barked hoarsely. "Why won't you go posses someone else and leave me alone...?"

You are quite the simpleton for being so powerful. Like I said, you cannot rid of-

"I KNOW!" He rose his head up again, yelling at nothing in particular. "I know I can't get rid of you!" He panted, feeling restless and tired from screaming and crying.

He plopped back on the ground, face into the grass. "Just stop talking to me..." His voice mumbled.

Sonic. It is almost the rise of dawn. You need to complete our mission.

"I can stay as the Werehog, but I don't want to hurt anyone anymore..." He sniffled.

I'll make you if I have to.

"...And I'll fight back." His eyes glow for a moment.

Dark Gaia sighed.

For how long? How long would you be able to fight back when you know fully well you that put your town in fear?

"It's your fault that I caused havoc back there..." He argued.

Is it, really, when it was you who partially became a Nightmare, and nearly cost one's life in front of hundreds? Including your family?

Sonic froze.

"Th-They're... How did you-?"

Like I said, I know everything about you. Once my energy is one with a being, I have all their memories. Knowing their weaknesses, I will use them to my advantage to create an bigger army.

Sonic sit up in horror. "W-Wait... Are you saying...?"

You knew those humans of yours are looking for you, don't you?

He looked out to the dark opening of the woods. He gulped, and his lips quivered. As much as he knew that Tom and Maddie were afraid of him, he just wished they were here right now.

But at the same time, putting the pieces together he wanted them to stay away from him at all times, knowing that Dark Gaia will make him hurt them, or anyone near him.

"I won't let you make me hurt my parents just to get you a bigger, stupid army, you JERK!" He roared at the sky.

Careful. Your anger. It take you over as well. Sunrise is soon, and your energy will become unable to resist.

They're right. ...Again.

He must remain calm. He doesn't want to destroy anything or hurt anyone again. He already scared Green Hills badly, he does not want to make it worse for him or the town.

It's for the best to stay away from the town for good. If Dark Gaia doesn't make him, of course.

"I can't go back... I can't put Green Hills in danger all because I turned into a monster..." He said to himself. "They'll be safe when I'm far away..." He was choking up again. "And I'll be safe if I stay here... Where the Nightmares belong..."

About that...

Before Dark Gaia can say anything else, a low growl could be heard from within the forest. Sonic jumped and got back on his feet, looking around for the source of the sound. "What was that?! A lion?! Wait a minute, there aren't no lions in Green Hills..."

You are half Nightmare, may I remind you. Not all of my minions will cooperate with you since the transformation isn't complete yet. But I will do all I can to make sure they behave themselves so that way they won't harm you, only the humans.

"What are you, their dad?"

Do not mock me.

"Whatever."

However, if you ever dare to ignore my orders again at this point... Well... You'll see.

"Compared to how I look, I bet they won't look so..."

Catching something from the corner of his eye, Sonic turned to his right to see something come out of the shadows...

A dark blue and violet-ish creature, with a glowing aura which appeared to be purple fire of sorts coming out of it's spikes on it's back. Their eyes glow a frightening bright pink, staring into Sonic's soul.

Their arms and hands were huge and they had sharp blue claws, same for their feet. The claws on each were glowing light blue like the fire and eyes. There was a long horn coming out from between it's eyes, and it had a long tail that looked like a glowing sickle.

There were glowing markings on the back of it's hands, in an eerie magenta color. Sonic watched as the creature goes on all fours for a brief moment, snarling at him.

"A Nightmare." Sonic spoke finally, backing away slowly from the beast.

The Nightmare was unsure if the Werehog is it's ally, since it's half Nightmare like them, but half human. Though the Nightmare was confused on why it isn't human, but whatever isn't infested with Dark Gaia energy is the enemy nonetheless.

"Look, pal," The Werehog stuttered, faking a smile. "I don't wanna start anything, alright? Just because I don't wanna be like you that doesn't mean you wanna pick a fight, right? I mean we're both Nightmares, yet we both have our differences! That makes sense, right??"

All the Nightmare could do was growl quietly at the startled teen.

His ears pinned down to his head. That didn't work.

My Nightmare wouldn't trust you so easily considering your appearance, but until you find a human or more, and transfer your energy to them, you will gain the Nightmare's trust.

"Good luck with that." Sonic says, backing up more. "Ever since I defeated Robotnik, my duty is to protect the people I care about! To be a hero! And because of you, the whole town thinks I'm a monster!"

The Nightmare slowly began to approach the Werehog, snarling at him and preparing to attack.

"As long as I stay here in the woods, I won't bother anyone again. And I don't care if you can control me, I will find a way to snap out of it like before and keep my family and town safe! Like a real hero I am!!"

The Nightmare then lets out a loud, glass shattering screech of a roar and pounced on the Werehog, ready to bite his head off. Sonic let out a yell trying to push this creature off of him.

It's mouth was filled with fangs just begging to rip something apart. It continued screaming at the Werehog, trying to attack, but Sonic kept fighting back, trying his best to remain calm and not go feral like last time.

"Get! Off! Of! Me!" He strained, pushing as hard as he can.

He groaned loudly, using all his strength to push this beast off. With a cry, he lands a big punch on the Nightmare's stomach, sending it flying a few feet away from Sonic.

The Nightmare collapsed on the ground and Sonic quickly got back up on his feet. His eyes were huge and his mouth was agape. "Holy crap..." He stared at his humongous hands and a big smile slowly crept back on his muzzle for the first time since forever.

He began to laugh out loud with pride and excitement, running in circles on all fours. "OH, MY GOD, ARE YOU SERIOUS?! THAT WAS SO FREAKING COOL!"

He then came to a halt, and looked down at his hands again, unaware that his tail is wagging fast like a hyperactive dog. "I didn't know I was that strong! HAHA! In your face, Nightmare!"

The lizard like creature got back up and turned to the Werehog, incredibly furious now.

"Uh oh." His joy quickly vanished the moment the Nightmare glared right at him. "Probably too early to celebrate."

You made quite a mistake. You should run.

"I'd rather stay here. So that way, no one can get hurt but the real enemy." Sonic got back on his hands and feet, preparing to attack the Nightmare.

He took a deep, long breath, calming himself down, before opening his eyes, which are no longer glowing, and back to it's usual emerald green windows of the soul of a hero he used to be.

A hero he still is.

He smirked his traditional smirk. "Come and get me." He called out in a cocky tone.

The Nightmare charged at the now confident beast with another loud shriek before suddenly they were kicked in the face by someone's foot, making it tumble to the ground just inches away from Sonic.

"What the-?!" Before he could react, in front of was the person, who attacked the Nightmare, landing back on his feet.

Sonic gasped and got back on his feet, taking a step back.

"TOM?!"

The Donut Lord himself turned to face his fluffy friend, with a tired but big smile. "Hey, bud." He said, panting.

"Thomas!" Another voice cried out from the distance. It was Maddie, the Pretzel Lady.

"We're right behind ya!" Crazy Carl was there too, also catching up with the sheriff.

"Maddie?! Carl?!" Sonic was relieved, yet shocked to see the three humans in the same forest as him out of all things. "What are you guys doing here?!"

"Saving your butt, that's what!" Tom try to stand up straight, taking some deep breaths, while being comforted by Maddie.

"But... B-But..." Ears bent back and tail flopping down to the ground, the Werehog stepped away further, feeling unprepared and scared now.

Perfect timing.

"No! You shut up right now, dude! I am NOT in the mood to deal with you!" He yelled at a tree, which was kind of random to everyone involved except Crazy Carl.

"Sonic?" Maddie said, one eye brow raised.

"Uhhh, haha... That was nothing." He chuckled.

They're here. Now... Do it.

"NO! I WON'T! Get out of my head!" Sonic cried out once again to nothing at all, which is worrying Tom and Maddie.

"Sonic, who are you talking too?!" Tom said, trying to reach out to the Werehog.

"it's Dark Gaia." Carl said. "It's communicating with him since he's half Nightmare. He's trying to fight back it's control."

The couple looked at each other and nodded, knowing what to do next. "Carl, you distract that... Thing, me and Maddie will go comfort our kid!"

"You got it!" Carl gives a thumbs up and ran towards the Nightmare. "Just don't get hurt, alright?" Tom said.

"I'll be fine! I got what I need to fend mahself!" He said, pulling out a flashlight. The Nightmare was about to attack Carl, but he began to shut the flashlight on and off rapidly at the creature, blinding him constantly with light.

It shrieked loudly, covering it's eyes. "Go on! Get! Get!!" He yelled at the creature, not stopping the blinking light anytime soon.

"Guess that'll do." Maddie said, with Tom nodding in agreement. They both run off to see Sonic, shaking his head violently.

"Go away! GO! AWAY!" He cried.

Last warning, Sonic. Do as I say, or I'll make you.

"I'M NOT HURTING MY PARENTS!! JUST GO AWAY!!"

He then punch a hole through the tree. He yelped, not meaning to do that.

"Sonic! Buddy, you need to calm down! Dark Gaia's in your head!" Tom said, cautiously approaching him. "You think I don't know that?!" Sonic barked at the sheriff, nearly scaring him.

He gasped, realizing what he had done. "N-No! You shouldn't be here! Leave before I-!"

"We are not leaving you, young hedgehog!" Maddie said, placing her hand on his hairy arm.

His eyes grew in fear.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

POW!

He lightly punched Maddie to the ground. She winced, feeling scrapes on her arm. She sat up, holding onto her arm. Tom ran up to her and placed his hands on her cheeks. "Maddie! Are you okay?"

The Werehog couldn't be any more frightened. He hurt her like he did before back at the house. "Nononononono! NO! GET OUT OF HERE!"

"Sonic-!"

"Please! I don't want to hurt you!" He screamed, feeling tears stinging his eyes.

"Uhhh, guys? The flashlight's not working!" Carl said, waving his "weapon" quickly before seeing the Nightmare snarl at him. He stuffed his weapon back in his pocket and ran to the group. "We need to run someplace else before-!"

"THERE'S MORE OF THEM?!" Maddie shrieked.

"Too late."

A couple more Nightmares slowly crept through and out of the shadows. They were nearly surrounding the four. Carl put up his fists, ready to beat up some monsters, Tom and Maddie held each other's hands and Sonic was out of breath.

I am out of patience.

Oh no, here comes the stupid headache.

The hedgehog cried out, holding his head, fighting back the control. "GO...! AWAY...! I DON'T WANT TO...! H-HURT MY..." He groaned loudly, tears streaming down his light blue muzzle.

The couple looked behind them to see their kid crying in fear. "Sonic!' They both shouted.

The sun will rise soon and you will be my puppet! You will obey!!

When Sonic opened his glowing eyes, he looked up to see the horrified Tom and Maddie.

The sight weakened him at first but...

Looking at them for long enough...

They weren't running away. They were blocking the Nightmares' way of trying to reach to him, even Carl. He wasn't running away either. Well, it's Crazy Carl, of course he's not running away.

But Tom and Maddie...

These people who gave him their home and look out for him for months...

Now seeing him as some slightly bigger monster, who ruined a bank and beat up a bully, didn't run off.

They weren't scared of him. They were scared of losing him.

After all this time, he thought he frightened them because of his appearance. They were really just worried for his well being?

But he's a Werehog.

...But to them, he's still their hedgehog.

The ringing faded. The pain faded. The control faded.

Sonic got back up, completely ignoring Dark Gaia's control. He exhaled a shaky, but determined breath as he opens his eyes, no longer glowing slime green, but this time, the electric bright blue.

Lightning began to bounce off his quills, back to their normal blue color. Tom, Maddie and Carl back away a few steps, knowing exactly what's about to happen.

The Nightmares took notice and kept their glowing eyes on their new target; the traitor.

Once more, he smirked.

What the hell is this?! You are under my control!! How is this possible?!

"Plain and simple, really... I'm in control now."

Then, with a burst of speed, the Werehog punched a hole through one of the Nightmares, and it screeched out to the heavens. Tom and Maddie gasped loudly, seeing the scene unfold.

"Oh, I love where this is goin'." Carl said, smiling finally.

He pulled his fist out of the lizard beast's chest, and landed another punch but to it's face, knocking it out completely. It fell to the ground motionless, and faded away like dust.

"Who's next?!" Sonic announced loudly to the crowd the Nightmares with an iconic smile on his face.

They all hiss at him before charging at him. One of them tried to scratch him but he dodged quick enough for the Nightmare to attack the ground instead. He grabbed it's horn and shoved it's head in the ground.

Then he landed a dozen punches at another one before landing a heavy kick to the face, defeating it completely. Sonic continued going all out on the monsters one by one, some both at once.

Tom, Maddie and Carl watched as each and every Nightmare fall to the grass and evaporate to the winds. "Go, Sonic! Come on! Get their asses!" The sheriff cheered. Maddie lightly shoved his elbow. How dare he swore in front of their hedgehog-werewolf child.

It felt like hours, but the Werehog wouldn't stop until every last Nightmare in the woods was completely down and out.

Then, one last Nightmare of the group tried to ambush him, creeping slowly and growling quietly. Maddie took notice of the monster and gasped.

"SONIC!" She cried.

He put his head up, feeling someone, or something, behind him.

Before the Nightmare even got a chance to pounce of him from a distance, the Werehog took a quick turn and STRETCHED his arm right at the creature at scary speed, impaling it.

Sonic just stared at his now stretched out arm, that was probably as long as a canoe. He blinked a couple of times. "...This form never fails to surprise me in so many ways." He said, flabbergasted.

The Nightmare goes limp and Sonic pulled his arm out and it goes back to it's original length. He was still wondering how he could do that. Probably a Nightmare thing.

As he looked back at the monster he knocked out, it faded away.

Finally, all the Nightmares are gone.

Sonic stood there for a moment for a few seconds, calming himself, before he turned to his left to see Tom, Maddie and Crazy Carl. They all looked so relieved to see him okay and proud that he took care of the Nightmares.

At first, he was relieved and happy with himself, glad he protected his friends and took out the enemies. But...

He frowned and looked away for a second, feeling guilty about the situation he caused earlier. He sat down, both of his hands placed down on the ground. His ears drooped and so did his fluffy tail.

He looked back up at the humans to see their concerned faces. "You can go now..." He sadly spoke.

"No way." Tom said, walking up to him. "We're not leaving you out here."

Sonic was startled to see Tom approach him so quickly. "Y-You should! I-I was causing trouble in town, I couldn't control myself at first! ...I even hurt Karen... She was a jerk but she didn't deserve..." His lips began to tremble.

"Honey..." Maddie goes up to the Werehog along with Carl.

"I looked like a monster back there... I am a monster..." Once again, tears were working back up. "You were so... terrified. Y-You were scared of me!"

Tom and Maddie couldn't feel more heartbroken.

"Y-You don't have to be here... Please, just go... I don't want to hurt you..." He choked, turning away and walking off, until Tom held onto his giant hand.

"Buddy..." Tom began, showing such a genuine, yet sad, smile. "Back at the house, we were afraid at first that you would lose yourself completely, but of course, you were still your ol' self, chasing down a cat instead of trying to attack us."

The Werehog was still facing down at his socks.

"Shocked about what happened, but still worried for your safety, me and Maddie went out to find you. To make sure you're okay." He continued. "I'm kind of glad you didn't see how Maddie reacted during the whole search. The poor thing couldn't help but talk about how worried she was about you."

"But not as worried as Tom." Maddie came in, kneeling down to face Sonic at his level. "We were both scared for you, despite those... drastic changes you had. We were hoping you didn't run out of town on your own again..."

"But..." He croaked. "I hurt someone..."

"You didn't mean to." Tom said. "You never meant that. It was Dark Gaia messing with you. Carl saw everything too and he told us everything."

"It's true." Carl added.

"We were lucky to find you out here. It was the first place Carl believed you'd run into. I was afraid you might come across any danger, though." The Donut Lord said, patting his shoulder, comforting the Werehog.

Sonic slowly raises his head to see Maddie and Tom, showing a smile on their face.

A relieved smile.

A loving smile.

He smiled back. Just a small smile, though.

"You're not mad at me? Or scared of me?" He stuttered out the question.

"Hey," Tom spoke. "Werewolf hedgehog hybrid or not, you're still our Sonic Wachowski. You've always have been since the day you saw your room for the first time. Since then, you've always been part of our family."

"And we'll do all we can to make sure nothing bad will happen to you, and we guarantee we'll get that Light Gaia's Bracelet in time before sunrise." Maddie added.

"...Really?" Sonic said, a brief glimmer of hope shinned from his emerald eyes.

"Absolutely."

There was a small pause, a pause of the small family looking at each other. Despite all the chaos that happened, their still together. They will always be together.

The pause was interrupted by a hoarse, but gleeful chuckle from Sonic himself. "You guys love me too much."

"Well, it's better than that than none at all, right?" The sheriff said. "Like I said, your feelings matter, and they always will, silly."

Looking back on that Halloween night, during the end of their trick or treating journey were words similar to what Tom had said. And he was right.

Hedgehog, Werehog, whatever, his feelings, and him as a whole, are important to these couple of humans in front of him. The very humans that got his back since forever.

Another wet chuckle escaped from his mouth. His smile was more wide than a while ago.

Then, Tom's smile grew afterwards.

"...What?" Sonic tilted his head slightly.

"I'm sorry." Tom said, looking away for one second before erupting into small laughter. Sonic was caught off guard by the sudden laughter and just stared at Maddie, who was also showing off a big smile.

"I'm so sorry, Sonic, you're just adorable." Tom finally managed to speak out.

"Wait, WHAT?!" Sonic screamed, backing off a few steps. "I'm what now?! Excuse me, buddy, but I am NOT adorable! Especially as the Werehog! I mean, look at me! What do you mean 'I'm adorable??'"

"From what I was told, werewolves are supposed to be ferocious, but you, sir..." Maddie says, beginning to reach out for his ears. He squealed and backed off even more, who is now right next to Carl.

"Don't even think about it, you two! I am not adorable, alright?!'' He warned them, trying to act tough, but it was useless.

"Compared to Ozzie, you look like an alien hedgehog version of a puppy! You ARE adorable." She says, finally being able to place her hands behind Sonic's ear.

"Don't do it."

From the look of Maddie's smug smile, she'll definitely do it.

The scratching from behind the ears finally commenced, and the Werehog's eyes grew in fear. He shall not be treated like some sort of puppy. He's not a puppy, and he is certainly not adorable-

Oh no. It feels good.

After just seconds of getting scratched, a goofy grin crept on Sonic's face and tried not to laugh, feeling ticklish. "Y-You guys are the worst!" He says between giggles.

Curse his back ears for being good weak spots.

His tail was wagging again as the ear scratchies continued, and Sonic's laughter was louder this time. "Aww, you like it, don't ya Sonic?" Tom asked.

"Q-Quit it! Hahaha!" Even though he sort of hated getting ear scratches, he needed this laugh after everything that had happened during this night.

The night was full of chaos on so many levels, he needed something to lift his spirits. Tom and Maddie were they to lift those spirits alright, but not with ear scratches!

At least he feels better finally after so long.

Eventually, Maddie stopped tickling the back of Sonic's ear and the Werehog tried to stop himself from laughing. "I-I'm sorry, give me one second-! Haha!" He snorted.

The couple just looked so happy to see and hear their hedgehog laugh again.

Carl was satisfied to see the Blue Devil cheered right back up again, but his thoughts were right back to Dark Gaia, and the fact that it's almost morning.

"I don't mean to ruin your moment, but..." He says, pointing out to the sky. The three looked up to see the dark sky becoming brighter slowly.

The sun is beginning to rise.

"Uh oh..." All of that laughter quickly washed away the moment he looked up at the sky, seeing most of the stars going away in seconds.

"If we hurry, we'll still have time to search for that Bracelet." Carl noted. "We can't waste any more time at this point."

"...Right." Tom says, getting back up.

Maddie gets up along with him. "Since you know so much about Dark Gaia, and probably Light Gaia, where do you think the bracelet is?" She asks.

"The heart of the forest of Green Hills. ...Hopefully." Carl sighed.

"Then come on!" Sonic says, jumping right back up on his feet as well. "We gotta get moving before those Nightmare jerks show up again!"

"And make sure you don't go crazy." Carl added.

"Right. That too..." He said, briefly looking down at his claws. He knew Dark Gaia isn't gone from his mind forever, and since the sun is rising soon, he needs to hurry this up before he loses his senses completely.

Or worse, hurt his family.

"Lead the way, Crazy Carl."

"Don't have to tell me twice, ya Blue Devil."

Carl runs off, with Maddie and Tom following him. Sonic stays behind for a while, looking down to the ground, feeling uncertain. His stomach was feeling uneasy.

You will not ignore me again.

"Heh. I was wondering when you were gonna show up." He spoke out to Dark Gaia.

You were lucky... somehow, but you won't take control for too long. The sun is rising, and you will fall, and be one with Dark Gaia.

A low, yet calm growl as let out by the space hog.

Soon, when the time comes, my darkness will reign over the Earth, as intended. No more retched light that burns upon my wondrous shadows. My energy will never be rid of. You are powerless against me.

"Maybe so," He spoke. "but Light Gaia sure isn't."

Then he dashed off, catching up with Tom, Maddie and Carl.

At the perfect moment, you will give me what I want.

"HEY! OVER HERE!" Carl cried out from the distance. The couple and the Werehog turned to see Carl looking over from behind a bush.

They push aside the leaves to see a small circle of gravel surrounding a tiny metal arch stabbing against the ground, front and center of a tall stone tablet of sorts, slowly breaking down after centuries of being there out in the open, and writings of an unknown language.

"Is that...?" Is all Sonic could say, looking out at the small half ring on the ground.

"It appears to be." Carl responds.

The group walks out of the bush and approaches the area with great caution. Looking around, including Sonic, for any Nightmares lurking in the dark.

Carl crouched down to take a good look at the ring. "Oh, yeah. This is the one, alright." Carl's smile was forming behind that bushy beard of his.

"The Light Gaia's Bracelet! We found it!" Sonic exclaimed, pumping both fists in the air. But the victorious feeling faded away for a while when a thought came.

"It looks really stuck in there, though..." He wondered out loud. "We can get it out. Right, guys?"

They all nodded.

"I'll do it." Tom says, going down on one knee. "Just be careful, Tom." Maddie, placed his hand on his shoulder, worried that he might pulled a bone or two.

"He'll be fine. He's the strongest guy I know!" Said the Werehog.

"We can't rush, but we need to get this wrapped up. The sun's almost here." Tom looked down at his watch.

It read 6:24AM.

Tom grab a hold of the bracelet with both of his hands and pulled hard. He grunted loudly, trying to get it off the ground as fast as possible.

Only a few itches of the bracelet got off the ground. Tom was already out of breath, but kept pulling anyways. "I'm helping." Maddie says, kneeling down and holding onto the bracelet next to Tom.

"Don't break it." Sonic says, feeling more impatient and nervous by the minute, waiting for something to pop out from behind the trees.

He nearly forgot about it.

Light is upon us. Now.

"Oh, no. Nonononono...!!" The throbbing pain was making a return. Dark Gaia is gaining back control. "NO! NOT NOW!" He pleaded through his teeth.

"Sonic! Remain calm! It's gonna be alright!" Carl held Sonic's arm tightly, hoping that someone's touch can help him snap out of it. "Remember that we got your back, Blue Devil!"

"GET... OUT... OF MY... HEAD...!" The Werehog growled quiet enough for the monster themself to hear. Blue sparks pop out his quills slowly.

Your power will be a great cause to my army. You will fall to my grasp and become part with Dark Gaia!

"Never... In a million years... You MONSTER!" Sonic barked.

"Any time now." Carl demanded calmly as the couple still struggled to pull the bracelet out of the ground.

But with enough strength, it was beginning to become more lose by the second, until finally...

"GAAGH!" With a loud grunt, Tom and Maddie managed to pull the bracelet free, revealing the full Light Gaia's Bracelet.

A huge, shiny, silver bracelet with some sort of click on the bottom, shows off a small bright emerald green orb on the top.

"The Bracelet...!" Sonic spoke weakly.

NO!!

"Gaaagh!!" He screamed out, catching Tom and Maddie's attention.

"NOW!" Yelled out Carl.

I WILL NOT FAIL TO THE LIKES OF YOU!!

Tom, with the bracelet in hand, ran up to the hedgehog and snapped it open for it to be big enough to fit him. "Hold still. You're going to be okay."

Carl moved Sonic's arm over to the sheriff but he kept trying to attack. "N-NO...! STOP...!"

"Hold still, little buddy." Tom kept saying, holding onto his kid's arm as he tries to put the bracelet on him. Dark Gaia's energy was getting stronger at this rate, and the transformation's second stage was about to start.

Now or never.

"Please work." Tom prayed under his breath as he snapped the bracelet back on, holding tightly on the Werehog's arm.

YOU WILL NOT- ... ...

It's voice stopped suddenly.

The pain faded away.

Sonic blinked.

Then, in an immediate second afterwards, a big burst of light shot out of Sonic's chest, unlike the first time he transformed, it was a bright green light, shooting out into the sky and through the clouds.

His eyes were glowing white, and was arisen off the ground as the energy of Dark Gaia was getting sucked out completely. The Light Gaia's Energy from within the bracelet's crystal emerges to erase Dark Gaia's.

The sickening dark purple smoke rose from out of the hedgehog's body and slowly disappear into the crystal, trapping and ridding Dark Gaia's Energy for good.

A blinding flash emits out of the hedgehog, and Tom, Maddie and Carl covered their sight for a while. "What's happening?!" Pretzel Lady cried out.

"Don't worry! This was supposed to happen!" Carl said.

Eventually, the flash and the beam was gone, and Sonic, who was high up in the air, began plummeting to the ground. Tom gasped and ran up to the falling hedgehog and let him fall into his arms, safe and sound.

"Buddy?! Are you alright?!" He asked, worry in his tone.

The space hog could only groan in response for a while, as he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a couple of times before looking up to see his friend, his eyes now fully adjusted.

"Tom?" He finally said.

A small, relieved laugh escaped from the Donut Lord.

Sonic sits up, still in the sheriff's arms, looking around himself. "Hang on a second..." Blue, skinnier and less hairier arms? Check. Hands and paws back to normal? Check. Quills back to their usual style? Check.

"It... It worked! IT WORKED!" He yelled out, excitement and need for speed finally back into play. He jumped out of Tom's arms and ran around in a circle millions of times in lightning speed, laughing and cheering.

"WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!" He shrieked out his happiness for the whole world to hear, glad to finally be back to normal.

Tom, Maddie and Carl all laugh lightly, watching the little hedgehog run around the area and dance around a bit, never feeling more energetic in his life.

"Sonic the Hedgehog is back, baby! WHOOP WHOOP!" He exclaimed, doing a back-flip before stepping on a rock that nearly stabbed his foot. "Ow! Ow, ow, ow! That hurt! That really hurt! Ow!"

He painfully stepped away and checked on his foot, only to notice that both of his socks have giant holes underneath now. His socks are ruined. "Awww, man... Come on..." He whined.

His socks weren't the only things that were ruined, though. He even noticed he wasn't wearing gloves. They were ruined too. "Seriously...? Now I gotta get a new pair..."

"It's alright buddy," Tom says with a small chuckle. "we'll buy you some new gloves and socks later today. ...Right after I take a quick nap."

At the right moment, the sun was shining through the leaves of the trees. Morning has arrived.

Sonic was extremely relieved the whole supernatural mess is over with. Glad to not hear Dark Gaia's voice bugging him, and especially glad to not deal with the whole Werehog look.

"Thank goodness..." He sighed heavily. "It's finally over."

"Right?" Maddie was exhausted, yet happy to take care of the situation. "Couldn't have done it without your help, Carl. Thanks."

"Hey. It was a pleasure of mine to help out some friends." Carl said. "I'm just glad your little Blue Devil was back to normal just in time."

"You and me both, man." Donut Lord laughed, tiredly. "Though... I should probably let the town know about what was going on with Sonic."

"Definitely." Carl, Maddie and Sonic all said in agreement. "I especially owe Karen an apology." Sonic said, scratching the back of his head. The beat last for a short time when he chuckled suddenly. "But I highly doubt she'll even listen to me, so what's the point? Haha!"

"It's gonna be a long day for me, that's for sure..." Tom let out a tired sigh, needing some sleep despite needing to check up on the town and the people in it.

"Still..." Sonic began. "That sure was an adventure. I seriously thought I was gonna be the Werehog forever! I thought you'll all be too afraid of me..." He cupped his hands together, still feeling guilty about what happened a few hours ago.

"We were never afraid of you, bud." Tom kneeled down, placing a hand on his shoulder and patting him, comforting him.

That silly little cocky smile of Sonic's appeared on his muzzle. "Says the one who use a tranq dart on me. Ha!"

"It was an accident! Ugh, are you EVER gonna get over that?"

"Nerp!"

"Of course not."

The two goofballs laughed away, going in for a little hug. They needed this laugh. After a long night.

They needed this moment.

They're both glad to be part of this moment.

"Welp, I'm glad I get to help, but I should get back to my RV." Carl said. "Happy for you, Blue Devil. Welcome back."

The hedgehog's smile couldn't get any more huge than it already was. "Thanks, pal."

"I'll see ya'll later!" Carl waved goodbye before leaving, heading back to the woods. Tom got back up on his feet and walked over to Maddie. "You alright, hon?" He held her hand.

She took a deep breath, rubbing her thumbs against the back of his hand. "I'm okay... I'm okay." She said quietly, tears nearly forming in her eyes.

"I know that mess was pretty, well, messy, but it's all good now, okay? Sonic's still here. He's safe."

"Yeah, guys! No need to get yourself worked up!" Sonic said, winking. "I'm not going anywhere! Don't you worry!"

Then, a big, long yawn escaped from the hedgehog's mouth. After a restless journey as the Werehog and searching for the Light Gaia's Bracelet, he never felt so exhausted in a long time.

"I can't believe I stayed up all night..." He mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes. "I really need to get some sleep..."

"Yeah, we should probably head back home." Maddie said, shuffling some of her hair out of her face, still feeling like a wreck after the whole Werehog thing.

"Good idea." Tom agreed. ruffling up his hair for a bit.

Tom and Maddie looked out to the forest, figuring out where they entered and where they should leave. "The whole town must be loosing their crap right now. I bet Wade couldn't sleep after hearing all the commotion." She mentioned.

"Haha! Yeah, probably." The sheriff laughed.

"I think the closest route to Green Hills is this way?" Maddie guessed, looking out to her right. "Let's go." She goes off.

Tom was about to follow her but then noticed that someone in the group was missing. "Sonic?" He looked around for a second before seeing the speed demon asleep, completely out, snoring away on the grass and his head was in his arms, already drooling on his hand.

He huffed a quiet chuckle, finding the sight quite cute, but he needs to be sleeping on a real bed.

He approached the sleepy hedgehog and kneel down to place a hand on Sonic. "Sonic? Buddy." He shook slightly, trying to wake him up. A small grumble was the only response.

"Sonic. Wake up, little buddy. Buddy?"

"Come on, little dude. It's time to get up. Wake up, Sonic."

"Nooooo... Five more minutes." Sonic groaned, trying to go back to sleep.

"It's almost past nine, I don't want you to sleep through the whole day."

"Wuh...? It's not past nine, I thought it was six or somethin', I don't know, lemme sleep..." He mumbled on before dozing off again, snuggling against his pillow.

...Wait a minute, pillow?!

"Hold up!" He cried, sitting up with a start. "What happened?! How did I get here?! How long was I asleep for?!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down, Blue Devil." Tom placed his hand back on the hedgehog's shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"I-I just fell asleep! In the woods! How did I end up here?" He asked, half asleep and confused about his surroundings. He was just at the forest a few seconds ago, what the heck happened?

"You weren't asleep in the woods?"

"Uhh, yeah, I was. You were there, and so was Maddie and Carl."

"...No??"

"Did you seriously forgot about the whole Werehog shtick or something? I thought- Wait. My gloves!" His hands suddenly caught his attention away from Tom.

"I got my gloves back! But how...?" Sonic is really confused on what's happening.

"Buddy, slow down. It's okay." Tom chuckled. "You just had a bad dream."

There was a beat. The hedgehog turned to face the Tom and blinked. Multiple times. "What? What do you mean? I-I thought I transformed into the Werehog and fought those weird lizard creatures and stuff! That didn't happen...?"

"Nope. None of that stuff happened. It was just Carl's story getting into your head." He said, patting his head. "It was only a dream, little buddy. You're alright."

"Man..." Sonic sighed. "It was just a dream? The whole time? Phew..." He rests his head back on his pillow. "At least I didn't actually hurt anybody. That was crazy!"

"Sounded like it."

"I'll admit," He said. "most parts of that dream was pretty cool but for the most part, it was kind of... Spooky." A small smile crept on his muzzle saying the last word.

"Definitely never eating Halloween candy before bed again." He said to himself, sighing in relief once more, looking up at the ceiling.

"I knew the candy had something to do with that nightmare of yours." Tom suddenly said.

The space hog's eyes grew wide open.

He sat up straight and faked a very nervous laugh. "I-I mean, I didn't eat any candy! That was probably a dream too!"

"You mean these?" Tom asked, before putting down a small pile of empty candy wrappers in front of Sonic. He gulped and audible gulp.

Busted.

"Ohh, boy."

"Thought you pretty clever, huh hedgehog?"

The hedgehog sighed and pushed aside the pile of candy wrappers, feeling silly. "At least the candies were delicious."

"You are just like me when I was your age, I swear..." Tom laughed as he takes the wrappers and puts them in Sonic's trash bag, and placed it back next to his bedside table.

"Guess you learned your lesson, huh?"

"Yeah. I just couldn't wait to eat all that candy! I'm sorry, Donut Lord." He scratched the back of his head, looking at his feet.

"Don't worry about it. The important thing is that you didn't eat ALL of the candy."

The hedgehog looked up at his friend for a moment and smiled. He sighed again. "I still can't believe that whole thing was just a dream! It felt so real! The transformation, those creatures, the action, everything! Kind of feel a little bummed out that it wasn't real..."

"Really? Kind of thought you'd be a little frightened after a dream like that." Tom said.

"It had some good moments! I was kicking some butt back there! It was actually kind of cool!" He beamed. "I was protecting you, Maddie and Carl from those Nightmare freaks and I was SUPER strong! And my arms can stretch! I didn't even know Nightmares could do that!"

"Uhh, last time I checked, Nightmares can't stretch their arms."

"...Oh. I guess my dream was just throwing in some new ideas." He giggled.

Sonic kicks off the sheets, and sat on the edge of his racecar bed. "So... Dark Gaia really was just a ghost story?" He asked.

"That's right." Tom replied. "But you know something? Even if we hear some silly ghost story, and think it's just simply a story, sometimes it just plays with our heads. Happened to me when I was younger when I first heard about Dark Gaia."

"It was a pretty spooky story, I'll admit."

"Yeah, but our imagination can get creative in a lot of ways. And I can tell that yours is very creative." He said with a smile.

Creative. Sonic knew his dreams were wild and fun, sometimes weird and maybe creepy, but he never thought about his dreams being creative.

His Werehog adventure was neat, and very spooky, but a lot of fun looking back at it. It sounded like a great ghost story on it's own. Plus, it's part werewolf part hedgehog. How could anyone not like that idea?

"Creative, huh...? Y'know, Tom? I think I have an whole new idea on my costume for next Halloween." He said, already taking notes in his head for the best Werehog costume ever.

It'll just have to wait until next year.

The end

Happy Halloween!!

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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Instill Inside Me—Fear

Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, bit o’ blood and gore, mentions of self harm, abuse. Demon Dean is a huge dick at this time.

Description: Dean breaks out of his restraints and torments you while Sam is away on a hunt. The two of you play a haunting game of hide and seek. Will he find you?

Reader discretion is advised. Enjoy.

Instills Inside Me-Hurt

Instills Inside Me- Lonliness

Instills Inside Me-Comfort

You had seen him, Dean, tied to a chair in the safe room below the bunker. You never dared going down there alone. Chalking it up to you being afraid to see what the older Winchester had become of himself.

You’d been studying in the commons area, with your several stacks of books surrounded you like a makeshift fort. Writing endlessly in the journals, making notes on the latest hunt you and Sam were working on.

There had been a den of vampires sighted in a nearby town couple miles outside Pasadena, California. Sam was on it with Castiel while you, sat here in the safety of the bunker, sending them research and conducting your own about a certain ball of demon joy a floor beneath you. Sam wanted as much information as possible on how to save Dean from the demon flowing through his veins. Yet, you didn’t know how much or if there was any.

There wasn’t.

The only thing about how to get Dean un-demoned was to pump him full of sanctified blood and hope for the best. You had written countless notes on the matter and were so in sync with your research that you were startled when you had seen that it was almost 10PM.

You yawned and stretched, pushing your books aside. You heaved a sigh-pushing in your chair as you headed for the kitchen to make you a cup of tea to help you sleep. You barely made it to the kitchen when the lights cut out. Everything then was enveloped in an antagonizing red glow.

Then the alarm began to blare throughout the bunker. It lasted a few seconds before that too was shut off by a loud crash, and your breath hitched. Either someone stupid was breaking in.

Or he had broken out.

You swallowed spit and forced yourself to move against the wall in an attempt to sneak off somewhere and hide. You wouldn’t be caught out in the open, surely not by Dean.

Especially not Dean, you corrected yourself. You managed to slip up the steps into the upstairs hallway when you heard Dean most likely kick through one of the downstairs doors.

You stifled a scream, pressing your back against the wall again keeping quiet while you found yourself slipping into a vacant room and under the bed.

“I know you’re here you little bitch, could practically hear your boots fucking shaking above me. Come out now and I promise I'll be gentle with you. Make it quick, y'know." He hollered.

You did not make a peep while you huddled beneath the bed of the many rooms on the second floor. The way you quickly learned how to limit your breathing made it easier for you to hide. Sam had even taught you in his free time how to sneak around without making a sound.

Of course, you knew that if Dean did find you--it would be much worse than what any monster you have hunted in the past. This was not the older Winchester you worked with just a couple months ago. Whatever was inhabiting his body now, the demon inside him, made his aggressive, made him lash out against the people who love him, and made him have this terrifyingly strong urge to kill anything and everything in his path.

Covering your mouth with your hands your eyes widened when his shadow went past the door.

"I'm not playing this game with you Y/N. When I find you and oh boy, I will. I'll carve out your fucking innards and hang your skull on my mantle." He growls, kicking through what sounded like Sam's bedroom a few doors down. You heard him grunt when he didn't find anything. His footsteps retreated to the room across from Sam's.

SLAM. SLAM.SLAM.

He was in. Another grunt and groan, he was off to the room next to the one you were in. You had to act fast as he broke his way through the door. You slipped out from your hiding spot as he was having trouble with the door in front of the one you were in.

This was not where you wanted to be. You could hear him cursing as you open the door ajar, wide enough to wear you could slip through. He slammed through the door and went inside as you took off down the hall.

"Where the fuck are you?" He screamed, throwing over the bed.

---A Few Hours Later---

You were inside a closet, tucked away where you knew he wouldn't find you. Or so you hoped. Hidden behind the water heater, you pulled out your phone, beginning to tap away at the screen to Sam.

S.O.S Dean's got out and he's looking for me.

You hit send and tucked the phone back into your back pocket. You leaned your head back against the wall and prayed. Oh, how you prayed that Sam would get home soon. You prayed to Castiel to hear you and appear out of thin air to save you. Dean, as much as you could hear from where you were had been pacing, throwing objects around and yelling.

"You think you're so fucking smart huh? You little bitch. Do you think that I wanna kill you? I've seen the shit that goes on in my head. I can watch and witness all those fucking memories of finding you a bloody heap on the floor. I have. I've seen them all. All the times I would stumble in a catch you slitting your fucking wrists like the weak little girl you are. I would have to clean you, set you straight, make sure you're all fixed up. What about me? When have you ever done that for me? You selfish little whore." Your hands covered your mouth as you stuffed down the urge to cry. You knew he didn't mean it. It was the demon that he was brought back as.

"My head isn't the only I've been through. You think anyone around you loves you? Sam...Castiel...me? Bobby could give a less of a shit about you. Hell, they all wanted you gone after Charlie died. Yeah they blamed you. It should have been you. " You hitched a breath, holding yourself. Which was a stupid move as he probably knew where you were.

The wall you were leaning against successfully had aa hole punched through as you raced to get up and out the door, you tried to run but you tripped over a stack of books that was strewn across the floor.

Dean stomped towards you, grabbing your foot to slam you into the ground. You writhed around in his hold, managing to kick him the jaw. You got back up onto your feet, only for him to lunge at you.

Overturning the nearby table, you shoved it in his direction. The tears would not stop as you tried reasoning with the man in front of you.

"You don't meant that Dean. Look we can figure out some way to save you. Please don't hurt me." You plead, hands raised as he draws closer to you.

Your heart was going to beat out of your chest, when he comes closer and closer and closer to you. With your hands still raised, the sensation of his rough, gnarled, and calloused hands grasping onto yours, pulling you to him.

The fear you felt as your could not hear his own heart beating, you were face first in his chest, his mouth to your ear, as he whispered something so low, you could barely make it out.

"I'm sorry."

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heresathreebee · 2 years

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Leonard Bast | Howard’s End (Miniseries 2019) || Drunk Sex // Spanking

Reader Is Leonard's Wife; 2k words; NO BETA/ SELF- EDITED, Swearing, Domestic Argument, Victorian/ Edwardian Evangelical Values, Injury (minor), Spanking, Both Characters Are Sexually Repressed, Stripping, Half-Clothed Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie

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Leonard has just come home from a very long and very exhausting day of work to find you anxiously biting your nails. His heavy gaze looks at you, then down in the sink with the broken dish, and then back to you. His silence is only making your nervousness worse.

"I am so, so sorry darling," you whisper as if speaking any louder will awaken a bear out of him.

His brow furrows and you can see him grinding his teeth. "It's… only a dish, love."

Although he doesn't know why, this scenario feels vaguely familiar. You aren't usually so clumsy, though, and why would you not just clean it up? Perhaps it only just happened.

Either way, your husband sighs and shoos you away gently. He takes every broken piece and discards them properly, wincing when he accidentally catches his thumb on a shard. In his state, it makes his already simmer temper flare.

"Damn it to hell," he growls and jams his bloody thumb into his mouth.

You let out a wispy gasp, having never heard such vulgarity fall from his mouth before. You itch at your wrist as you start to second guess yourself, but you press forward anyways. His head turns when he feels your skirts brushing his trousers.

"Honestly Lenny, I don't know what's come over me," you try apologizing again as he frees his thumb and inspects the wound.

"It's nothing, dear," he replies, but it's through gritted teeth and his back is still facing you. "Go add something to the fire. I'll… fix us some dinner."

Embarrassment fills your mind and you try to beat him to it. "No, no! Let me! I-I should have done it hours ago– what was I thinking?"

It seems your husband has had enough. He watches you scurry about gathering pots and water to boil. He plants himself squarely against the counter and towers over you in your workstation.

"What have you been doing all day, darling?" He throws a few logs and stokes the fire himself. "Dinner is going to take half the night, I won't have time to read my book."

"I know, love, I'm so sorry! I don't know what's come over me, I can't hold a single thought today I'm afraid." You got the pot boiling and beans going. "I think we have some cheese and bread left."

Leonard sighs and grabs the decanter by the door. He fills a glass of brandy and leans on the counter, not ready to leave off on your argument. You aren't acting like yourself. Not once since he's known you have you been so consistently absentminded.

You smooth wrinkles out of your skirts and reach out a timid hand to touch his shoulder. "Lenny…"

"Don't. Apologize again." Frustrated, he runs a hand over his face but the angry lines on his forehead don't disappear.

"I've upset you. You've every right to be angry with me, darling," you whisper and wrap your arms around his waist, sure he can feel you trembling. "I… I think you should…"

The words die on your tongue. You feel his body shift and peek open your eyes to find him looking down at you. Perhaps this was a bad idea after all, what were you ever thinking…

"What? You think I should what?"

You gulp and ignore the burning of your cheeks. "... I think you should punish me. Like before. I-I learned last time! I did… but perhaps I need another… lesson."

Your husband's face is stone. He doesn't like punishing you– you are not a child. And he's only ever done it once before, and silently swore never to do it again. The tears on your face (and his entirely innapropriate feelings of lust) left him riddled with guilt.

Leonard stands and gently pushes you off of him. "Alright. Get on the desk and lift your skirts."

He mistakes your lip bite for apprehension and instructs himself to be a little more gentle this time. He follows you and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, watching as you lay stomach first over his desk and lifting your many petticoats to your waist and waiting submissively. He unties the drawstring on your drawers and pulls them down to expose your derriere.

This draws a gasp from you, as it did the last time he disciplined you. Leonard is thankful for your turned back as a rogue blush spread across his face. He clears his throat and sees your muscles tense in anticipation.

"Just five this time, love," he says. "Will you count them?"

"Yes," you reply breathily and squirm.

Open palmed, Leonard reels back, pauses, and swings, aiming for your right cheek. The clap of skin against skin is louder than he intended, equal to the force he used before, and your body reacts with a jerk and a surprised wail. Your heel comes up as you try to cross your legs, before settling back into position and beginning the count.

"One…"

Leonard's face burns and a droplet of sweat trickles down his collar. The second hit occurs opposite with the same force and a milder reaction from you.

"Two," went your watery voice.

Almost finished, he tries to wish away the heat under his collar.

The next slap is half the strength of the last, and you groan but don't speak. "Count, darling."

"...th-three. You can do it harder, Lenny, I can take it."

Clenching his jaw, his hand unconsciously smoothes over your abused flesh. He feels faint and the throbbing in his trousers is torturous. Why did you ask for this? Why do you want him to punish you? The next swing is back to full force and you fucking moan from it.

All thought comes to a violent crashing halt as your husband realizes where he's heard that sound before. In your shared private bed chamber, under the cover of darkness, nothing but nightshirts between you as you fulfill your marriage duties. Where your kisses were ceaseless and breathless chuckles clandestine. You were enjoying this.

"Get up." Leonard pulls you up by your arm, not bothering with the final lash. You must know he's seen through your ruse as you hide your face under your hair which is coming loose from its pins. You're still holding your skirts up and he catches a glimpse of the hair gathered at the top of your legs– which he has only ever felt before and not seen. He quickly yanks your skirts down to cover your nudity and forces your head up.

Your chin warbles pathetically and you sob. "I am sorry my love, I-I… I think there is something wrong with me…"

He can't be too angry with you. Not with the tent created in his own clothes. The hand he used to hold your head up now strokes your cheek, encouraging you not to fear his wrath which has ebbed away quickly.

He clears his throat and struggles for words. "I think… it is merely a strange reaction, darling, not a flaw in your morality."

He holds you close and swallows a grunt when your corset presses against his stiffy. You are none the wiser to his condition, simply staring at his face looking for forgiveness– this time genuinely.

He asked hesitantly, "did your father not discipline you so?"

You shook your head, then explained, "He did spank me. Only… he made my siblings and I pick a switch from a tree, he never used his bare hands. And he never made me lift my skirts or bend over…"

Oh, Leonard thought. "Perhaps it is my fault then. I am truly sorry, my dear, I–"

"Lenny," you interject quietly, "I like it. I know, I know I'm not supposed to, but… I like when you put your hands on me. And…"

Your mouth moves as you flounder for words, "no one has ever looked at my nakedness the way you do."

So you had seen him– or at least you knew how he felt about it. And how could he not feel overcome with lust at the sight of you? His very own Aphrodite. He wanted to see more of your nakedness– was that so wrong? You are his wife, afterall.

Leonard squeezes you tighter and you hug him back just as enthusiastically. Your tears are drying on your cheeks and eyes hooded, a look you give him occasionally when he crawls into bed and wraps you in his arms.

The meaning behind it is slowly becoming clearer.

"Take off your dress," he commands, and slips out of your embrace.

You obey, glancing quickly between the fire, the windows, and him. Hungrily drinking in the visage of him, tall and proud and full of desire for you. You are loosening your corset when he pulls you along to the kitchen table, still in your boots, stockings, and chemise.

"I'm not finished," you protest weakly.

It dies in your throat as soon as his lips connect with yours, the taste of brandy on his tongue.

"I must have you. Now."

Leonard lifts you onto the ledge of the table and lays you down. You gasp into his open mouth as you feel him press up against you, this time fully aware of the hardened line in his trousers. Your arms around his neck keep him close and he shrugs out of his vest and pushes his trousers aside to free his manhood.

The hand on your hip keeps you still as he guides himself into you, stretching you to the point of burning. With his girth, he must rock a few times before fully seating himself inside you and the pain subsides as it often does into insurmountable pleasure.

"Lenny," you beg and feel his hips roll down, brushing against something outside you that sparks more arousal. Your fingers twist in his hair as he begins to thrust, shallow and gentle, the anchoring hand tight and likely to leave bruises on you in the morning.

He says your name fervently, thrusting a tiny bit deeper and massaging your insides with perfect precision. "I am going to put a child in you this time, I swear it."

He braces himself on his other hand and doubles his efforts, relishing in the moans that fall freely from your lips and the image of your pleasure which he has denied himself in past love making. You look the definition of dichotomy: angelic and impish, serene yet pained, as if he's giving you everything you wanted and you still want more. Your nails dig crescent shaped moons into his flesh and he loves it.

"Lenny!" Your husband cannot know how delectable he looks, hovering over you with a few loose curls dangling over his forehead.

And, oh, how he loves how sweet his name sounds coming from you now, never wants to stop hearing it. You hiss through your teeth as the other aspect of his maleness slaps against the tenderized meat of your derriere, creating a suction from the essence your body produces to accommodate and ease your love making. It is a feeling that has you clenching around the thick appendage invading your sacred cave.

"Faster, love." You beg and Leonard obliges, widening his stance and drilling into you at a different pace. You wrap your legs around his hips and nearly scream from the change in angle. "Yes! Just like that! Oh, God!"

Leonard cannot scold you for your blasphemy as he is too lost in pleasure. The punctuated ends of your moans, the rhythmic choking of your cunny, and the tingling warmth at the base of his spine draw him in and he rests his head against the lip of your corset and slams home with his other head pressed against your womb.

He growls as he feels himself pump his seed inside you. Your thighs shake violently at his sides and you sob as your own pleasure breaks you into pieces like a china dish. He holds his hips firmly against your sex as the last pump goes, inadvertantly causing you to slide in inch up the table.

Here. I could stay right here forever, he thought. The smell of your perfume mixes with your perspiration and fills his head with clouds of bliss. His softening cock slips out of your channel and he hears you giggle, lifting his head to inquire the matter.

"I think we burnt the beans," you reply with a great big smile.

And Leonard laughs with you, brushing debris from your forehead and determined to fill you again in the morning.

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