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yngtort · 5 months

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— toothache ❄️

♫ All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth ♫

kinkmas day 1

Fem!reader. mdni. 2.9kw. in which doctor bangchan fills your cavities and the entirety of your mouth.

It hurt like hell.

Exposed to the cold early morning air of the winter, your teeth ache in your mouth. The pain was so aggravating that it had you zooming through the icy roads, trying to get to the dentist as soon as possible.

You had a cavity.

It was obvious, but it still caught you off guard. You genuinely always took good care of your teeth. You brushed, flossed, washed, and even went the extra mile to buy that expensive LED teeth whitening thing from TikTok.

Your hygiene was top tier.

but you’re still pulling into the parking lot of diamond dental with your hand glued to the side of your face.

“Seungmin, I’m freaking the fuck out.” You mumbled into the phone as you hop out of your Nissan, locking it multiple times because you're that kind of person.

The type to worry over little things like a stolen car and dying in a dentist chair.

“It’s not that bad, y/n. You won’t even feel anything.” Your coworker, most importantly your best friend, tells you from the other end.

“You’re acting like you’ve never been to the dentist before.”

He’s right, you have been there— but just to get your teeth brushed a couple times and handed a sticker right after. Not, to be stabbed in the mouth with a needle.

“It’s just been a while and you know how I feel about people’s hands in my mouth.”

“I don’t like the way you worded that.” He faked gagged, “anyways, call me when you’re done, Kay?”

“Kay.” you replied, slightly disappointed as he hung up the phone. Leaving you to walk the path of shame into the dentist office alone.

After filling out an extensive amount of paperwork, anxiously shaking your leg for an hour, and losing a mean game of virtual uno— your name was finally called.

You were led to the back by a small lady whose steps were short but impactful. She was so fast, you couldn’t tell if you were a patient or a Maury cameraman.

“Go on in,” she gestured towards the basic oral operation room. You take a seat, awkwardly deciding to put your hands on your stomach.

fuck you’re scared shitless, and the woman seems to notice your discomfort as she tries to distract you with a small conversation. But your eyes are still trained on whatever the fuck she’s putting together.

You inadvertently move away as she holds a silicone piece to your lips, “open as wide as you can,” she instructed.

Gosh, this was embarrassing. You were almost considering letting your teeth rot. But no, that’s gross.

Once the what-ever-it’s-called is placed in your mouth, she brings over another contraption. You assume it’s just a glorified camera, which was correct.

after a few pictures of your teeth, which kinda hurt btw, the woman inspected the photo. “Looks like you have a cavity on one of your molars. Other than that, you take pretty good care of your teeth.”

Pretty good? You felt like your efforts deserved higher praise but whatever. She goes on to tell you what needs to be done and how long it will take.

You grimace at the details.

“The doctor will be with you shortly.” She told before promptly leaving.

And now you’re left in complete silence. Well, not exactly silence. There was some music playing in the back, falling in melody with the constant sound of mechanical wiring from people in the rooms over— probably getting the same procedure. It sounded like someone was dying in there, seriously.

Anxiety filled you to the brim as you considered darting out that room right that second.

But just as you’re about to swing yourself out of your seat, there’s a voice that enters the room.

“Hello, ms.y/n . I’m dr.bang, I’ll be taking care of you for the day.” The doctor says as he steps in-front of you and suddenly you don’t want to move from that seat anytime soon.

He’s an undeniable hottie, even in those generic dentist scrubs that everyone in the faculty sported. For some reason, he just sparkled in them. Maybe it was because of the bulging muscles and his tan skin— whatever it was, your mouth was watering.

“Hello,” you said rather dryly, still locked on the vain that ran down his toned arm.

The doctor gives you a smile, a bright one too, and pulls a seat next to yours. “I hear you have a cavity. Mind if i have a look?” He asks as if you really have a choice. like he’s not already lowering the back of your chair so he can get a good look at your pearly whites.

He goes in with a tiny mirror, holding your chin with his free hand as he inspects the cavity. “You’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, hmm?” he asked, thumb gliding over your bottom lip.“suckers, perhaps?”

Damn, he called you out.

Now this may sound a little weird, but you’ve always had quite the addiction to lollipops — suckers, the tootsie pop ones specifically. it’s even gotten to the point where you have a jar of them waiting at home on your nightstand.

And it’s not even the flavor of candy itself, you just…like putting things in your mouth?

Moving on !

Dr.bang finally moves back, releasing your jaw that was just starting to hurt. “It's only a small cavity. just need to fill it in for ya and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Honestly, with a face like his, he could play in your hair for as long as he wanted to. Give it a few tugs while he’s at it.

“Okay, but um..” you gulp a bit, toying with the end of your jacket. “Are you gonna give me a shot? My mouth is a bit sensitive, and I was wondering if there were any other alternatives.”

The doctor chuckled softly hearing your concerns. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s heard something like this.

“Unfortunately, the numbing gel that we use wouldn’t be as effective for this procedure.” He said before placing his hand on your shoulder in a reassuring manner. “But I promise it’ll only hurt for a second. I’m sure you can take it, yeah?”

take what? him ? Or the damn needle?

You have no clue, but if he’s gonna talk to you like that, you feel like you could break through a wall if you put your mind to it.

The dirty thoughts don’t get any better throughout the rest of your time in that damn chair either. Dr.bang had quite the mouth on him.

“Open up for me” “atta girl.” “That’s it, just a bit more”, he would say this while fingers were damn there down your throat.

A bit of an overstatement, he’s drilling your teeth, but you wish was drilling his dick—

“All done.”

The back of your chair is lifted up and you try not to let your body slump over. You’ve been lying in that spot for about an hour and a half, teeth being tickled, and eyes being blinded by the dingy light above your head.

And yet, you don’t want to go home.

“Does everything feel okay, ms.y/n? Nothing bothering you?” he asks, removing his glasses and placing them in his —soft— hair.

You shake your head, “nope, just can’t feel my tongue.” You say, poking the side of your face, testing how much force it will take for you to actually start feeling it.

The doctor laughs at your comment, dimples on full display. “The numbness should wear off in a hour or so. Just try not to eat, don’t want you biting your tongue off.”

“Has that actually happened?” You asked, wide eyed and Mr.bang only laughed again.

“On occasion.” He told, “But you’re a smart girl, so I know you won’t disobey doctors orders.”

Does he get paid to talk like that? Or is he just written by a woman with daddy issues?

Both probably.

“Speaking of doctor orders, try to lay off the sugar, yeah? I’m sure you don’t want to see too much of me after today.”

—

“That was obviously an opening for you to flirt with him.” Seungmin scoffs as he closes the register.

You’re at your job, a small candy parlor called sweethearts, talking to your dear coworker about what transpired earlier that day. You didn’t spare him from the dirty laundry that harvested in your mind while you were getting the fill in. Seungmin doesn’t care tho, he’s not judgmental.

That, and you’re his only source of entertainment as the slow part of your shift comes around.

“Flirt? With the dentist? Isn’t there like a rule against that?” You asked, shifting the cherry flavored sucker in your mouth over to the other side of your cheek.

“For him, yeah” Seungmin shrugged, “but I doubt that anyone actually cares nowadays.”

“He’s probably in a relationship.” You popped the candy out your mouth, lips stained in a pretty red. “He’s too fine not to be.”

“And? ” he crossed his arms.

You blink at him a couple times, “I’m not fucking a taken man.”

“Loser.”

“You’re so-“ you sigh. “Whatever, just go restock something.” You push him from behind the counter.

The next few hours seemed to fade into each other as you stood absentmindedly behind the register. Seungmin had already clocked out since he got lucky and was offered a short shift for today. now you’re slouching at the register— phone in hand, while sucking on another tootsie pop.

“Just can’t stay away from those things, huh?” The voice grabs your attention with a force of seven suns.

you know that thick accent too well.

It had replayed in your head for the entirety of the day after your first encounter.

“D-Dr. bang?” you stutter, eyes round as you take in the man in front of you as he sets down a heart shaped box of chocolates.

“Chris.” he corrects, “I don’t like being called doctor outside the clinic. Makes me sound old.”

It makes him sound hot, in your opinion.

You nod a few times before clearing your throat, reminding yourself that you are on the clock.

”Christmas shopping?” you asked, still mentally going feral as gaze over his stature.

He’s dressed like a chase Atlantic song, how could you not ?

“Yes actually. I was looking for some small sweets to fill up a gift basket.”

“Oh” you perk, scanning the chocolates and placing them in a bag. “for your girlfriend?”

“No, don’t have one.” He says with a shrug, “it’s for my mom.”

A mamas boy ! Woo !

a spark of relief shoots through your body as you hear his words. You won’t have to be a homewrecker after all. Not saying that you were planning to but,, it’s just good to know.

“$6.58.” You tell and Chris follows through with the transaction. his hands brushes against yours as you pass the bag to him and you can’t help but blush like a schoolgirl.

“What about you?”

You blink, “what about me?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Is he showing interest too? Is that what this was?

“No, but I dont think these are the kind of questions doctors are supposed to ask.” you say teasingly.

“I’m just trying to get to know my patient better.”

“Uh huh, sure.” you raise an eyebrow, “got anything else you wanna ask?”

Chris crossed his arms, eyes flickering down to the stick that laid between your plump lips. The Candy was completely gone, leaving behind a blue hue on your mouth.

“Your obsession with suckers might’ve peaked my interest.” He told, “do they taste that good that you have to go against my orders?”

That's a really good question. it’s not the first time you’ve heard it, but it stumps you every time. You’re actually a savory kind of girl, like if you had to choose between pie or chips— you’re grabbing the saltiest bag you can find.

But it’s like all your life, you were always sucking on something. Your thumb, jawbreakers, ring pops— anything really.

“I don’t exactly know.” You start, thinking about how to word this. “It’s not exactly the taste…I just kind of like putting things in my mouth?”

Every part of you was expecting to be laughed at, but when not a chuckle left the man’s lips you were just confused.

“So you have an oral fixation?” He asks

“There’s a name for it?” “There’s a name for everything, love.”

“And how do you know all of this?” You push and Chris clicks his tongue.

“I’m a dentist, remember?” Chris takes a step closer, leaning against the counter. “I also know how to satisfy that urge you’ve been feeling.”

Oh.

—

you don’t remember how you ended up like this. pressed against the break room door, tongue tangled with a man you just met.

It’s a crazy situation, but honestly it’s not the wildest thing you’ve done.

your melting into his hold, kiss making you dizzy as if his saliva was laced with some kind of drug. it was absolutely intoxicating, the way his tongue explored every part of your mouth with no restraint.

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet.” He mumbled against your lips.

Chris’s hands roam under your shirt. his cold palms against your warm skin sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps follow behind him with every contact as he massages and squeezes your curves.

He pulls back from the kiss and you couldn’t help but whine at the sudden detachment. You try to get him back, but his hand grabs your jaw.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I got something to fill that dirty mouth of yours.” He coaxes, thumb brushing your swollen lips. “On your knees.”

You take to the floor with no questions asked, eyes coming in direct contact with his bulge and you can’t help but wonder that would even fit in your mouth.

But you won’t back down from the challenge. Your hands almost beggingly climb up his thighs as you look up at him, silently asking for permission.

“If there’s something you want, say it.” Chris tells, head tilted to the side in such an attractive way.

You lean your face up against his leg, “can I put it in my mouth?”

The older grins, “Of course, baby.” He says before unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor.

You gulp at how thick his thighs are. Just imagine riding them, wetness dripping all over his skin.

And that’s not even the main event.

his boxers were wrapped so tightly around his dick, each inch was on display and it had your mouth watering. you wasted no time pulling them down, watching it pop up as it’s freed.

“ So big.” You whispered in awe before taking the base into your hands and guiding it to your lips.

“open up for me, love” Chris instructed and you do as told, parting your lips and taking him into your mouth.

the man above lets out a low groan as he's stuffed down your throat. He’s a little surprised at how easily you're handling his girth, lips wrapped around him so snuggly without a single gag.

“Just like that, good girl,” he praises as you suck him like a lollipop. “taking it so well.”

Your head bobbed at a generous rate, hands gripped onto his thighs while you slobbered over his dick. It was such a lewd scene to witness. only worsening when Chris grabs you by your hair, stopping your movements before he takes full control.

his hips reel away before slamming back into your face, fucking your mouth roughly. you whimpered as the head of his dick jabbed the back of your throat repeatedly.

Tears started to well up in your eyes from the harshness of his thrusts. Your throat was rubbed raw and there was an extreme ache in your jaw, but you can’t help being more aroused by the pain. The feeling of being tortured orally had your panties soaked.

So it’s only natural that one of your hands was tucked between your thighs, kneading your clothed clit between your fingers.

“Pretty lil mouth must feel so good finally being used, yea? been practicing on those stupid suckers just for this?” Chris asks cockily, knowing he’d never receive an answer.

He fucks you until his dick is twichting uncontrollably on your tounge, ready to release his thick seed down your throat. But before he even gives you the satisfaction, he yanks back, dick leaving your mouth with a pop.

He decided he’d rather see his cum painting your face than having it disappear without a trace. So he pumps himself in sync with your fingers that were still buried in your pants.

It’s only a matter of seconds before his white ropes drench your face— tongue, lips, lashes— all covered in his mess.

“Fuck” he curses and says something else, but you can comprehend. You're too deep in a daze.

“Y/n.” He calls and calls and calls and calls—

until suddenly his voice loses that thick Aussie accent and instead starts sounding more like your coworker.

“Yo, y/n? I'm gonna clock out soon.” Seungmin says waving his hands in front of your face, “your break was over 30 minutes ago.”

“W-what the fuck???” You blink, still confused and the male just sighs.

“You and your daydreams, man.”

Kinkmas has finally started ! hope you guys enjoyed day 1. I had to quickly cut it short because I type too much and I definitely wouldn’t make the deadline if I continued. That being said, if you would like me to continue toothache as a series just let me know !

— sincerely nni

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thesimpthatneverstopssimping · 3 months

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Obey Me brothers + dateables with an artist MC who uses them as a reference

Warnings: None?

Genre: Fluff?

Reader: Gender neutral, artist

Requested: no

Character: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodius, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Simeon, Barbatos, Diavolo

Lucifer

• The first time he noticed you staring at him he immediately stiffened and asked you what you were doing.

• After you explained what you were doing he told you "As long as you dont get in the way or mess with my work you can do what you want"

• When this becomes a common occurrence he barely notices when you are glancing/staring at him

• He is secretly happy that you would choose to use him as a reference for your art.

• If you were to ever give him a art piece then he will thank you. The way he thanks you may seem like he is kind of neutral towards your gift but he is actually really grateful for it and genuinely loves it.

• He would hang it either in his office or bedroom.

Mammon

• The first time he noticed he probably got sort of nervous and said something along the lines of "What are ya doing human?"

• When you tell him you are using him as a reference (either you drawing him or seeing proportions) he relaxes slightly and would probably say something like "Of course you would use the great Mammon as reference. Ya wont have to pay me this time but the next time this happens i will charge ya" he wont.

• As you continue to stare at him he will pretend to be relaxed and calm but he is so anxious because YOU are using HIM as a reference for your art. If you pay close enough attention it becomes pretty obvious he is freaking out

• After a few times of this happening he actually does start to relax when you start staring/drawing him

Leviathan

• Unlike Mammon who was trying to hide the fact he was freaking out, Levi full out panics. He is thinking of a million possibilities of why you would be staring at a 'yucky otaku like him' (his words not mine)

• You staring at him because you were using him as a reference was not one of the possibilities that crossed his mind

• He would question you why you would use him as a reference. When you say you thought he was a good reference and why not he would be skeptical and continue to question you.

•Once you convince him you genuinely want him as your reference he will stop questioning you but become a bit more anxious.

• I dont think he will ever fully get used to you staring at him when drawing but he will calm down enough to not fidget and to be able to play his games and watch his animes without glancing at you alevery five seconds

• He will ask you to draw his favorite characters. If you do he will treasure those drawings forever

Satan

• Much like Lucifer he will stiffen and ask why you are staring at him, but unlike Lucifer he will be fairly calm about it after you tell him what you are doing.

• He may ask you if you want him to do something.

• If you tell him no then he will go back to whatever he is doing (probably reading a book.... most likely it is a mystery novel)

• If you say yes he will do what you requested as long as it is within reason (like asking him to turn his head slightly)

• If you make any cat drawings/paintings (or whatever other art you do) he might ask for one

• If you give him one he will place it wherever there is space in his room

Asmodius

• He is not nervous or surprised in the slightest

• He will tease you for staring at him

• Once he finds out you are using him as a reference he will start posing for you even if you didn't ask him to.

• If you ask him to hold still and stop posing so much, he will pout and whine about it for a little but he will listen and hold still

• One way or another one of the paintings/drawings of him will be his and he will show it off

• He might have some critics if you "Didn't make him pretty enough" then again you would have to be the best artist in the world to make him look pretty enough

• Dont worry he still loves it

Beelzebub

(I dont know much about Beel so please excuse me if i get his personality wrong)

• He probably doesn't care if you are staring. He might get curious why after a while

• You would probably have to show him the drawing/painting because i dont see him asking unless he looks over your shoulder while you are drawing

• He is very supportive and loves your art

Belphegor

• He was a little irritated because you staring at him was making it hard for him to sleep

• He would ask why you were staring at him so intensely

• After you tell him he is like "okay" then trys to go back to sleep

• When it becomes a common occurrence he would wake up to you making an artwork and tiredly ask to see it.

• Sometimes it's a trap though and he pulls you onto the couch so you will take a nap with him

Barbatos

• He would calmly ask you why you were staring at him. He wouldn't be phased at all. He is asking as if he was asking you what the time is

• A simple explanation is enough for him

• Definitely wants to see the finished product almost every time

• Dont. Draw. Rats. I have warned you

• He will remind you to do your work instead of working on your art

• Will keep all of the art you give him.... EXCEPT FOR RATS! I TOLD YOU DONT GIVE HIM RAT STUFF! ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE?

• If you ask for help or critique he will give some really helpful advice and on point critique

Diavolo

• Any and every excuse to get out of work. He isn't concerned or anxious about you staring. He sees it as an opportunity to not do paperwork.

• Is VERY interested in your art. And not just because it gets him away from the work. He is also genuinely curious and wants to learn more

• I can see him just grabbing the piece you were working on and admiring it.

• You want him to pose? Sure! He would be more then happy to

• He is disappointed when Barbatos drags him away so he can finish his work

A/N: I hope you enjoyed and sorry for Beelzebub's being so short. For some reason i have a harder time writing about him. And sorry for no Solomon... at first i forgot he existed then i drew a blank when i tried to write him so....

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frozenmoonshine · 5 months

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Headcanon - Hanma Shuuji as your boyfriend

Ok, I hate myself for writing this, 'cause I hate this bitch just as much as Pissaki, but I've been fighting my intrusive fluffy thoughts about him and they won, sooo here they are:

Beware of insinuated hetero relationship, f!reader, and common terms of endearment.

He's a flirt, definitely. He knows he gets lots of attention from the fairer sex simply for being tall and good looking, but he also loves the fact that he's a smooth talker and can get pretty much any girl to fall for him. And he's not better than doing just that, simply because he needs some amusement in his life. Talk about being a piece of shit, going around breaking hearts for fun.

‌However, if he genuinely falls for someone, he basically does a 180⁰ turn and is the most loyal lover you could get! He will, most definitely and undeniably, try to make his SO jealous by casually flirting left and right, just because he can, and he enjoys seeing your frustrated, annoyed, jealous face. However, if you get jealous or hurt for real, he will genuinely freak out, and will try his best to reassure you that he loves you and that he was just messing with you. You are the only one for him, after all, his safe haven and his light! If he realizes that he stepped overboard with his "jokes", he will change his behaviour immediately. Idk why, but he just gives me the vibe of someone who perfectly understands boundaries, and he will choose to honor his commitments.

‌He himself is not jealous at all, and no matter what you may do, he wouldn't get jealous. The bastard is just so cocky and aware of his desirability (even tho he overestimates himself quite a lot), it's unnerving! But unless he straight up catches you "red handed" with another guy, he won't be jealous in the slightest. And if that happens, if you do cheat on him, then he might just beat your side piece to a pulp, and walk out on you like you never even existed. He will be heartbroken about it for a long time, tho.

‌Don't do him dirty, even as annoying and flawed as he is, he is still worth it! He can be super loving and affectionate in private, and he will be your no. 1 cheerleader, in whatever you're aspiring to achieve. Tell him all about your adventures tho, he loves a good story!

‌He gets too easily bored, so he would fall head over heels for someone who can engage him in deep and interesting conversations, and be a bit of a tease as well, just enough to always keep him on the edge of his seat, but not to overdo it. After all, he is the tease one in the relationship, and he doesn't like the idea of giving up that title.

‌Speaking of him being a tease... yes, he's absolutely insufferable! In every sense. (Yes, that too!)

‌Dates with him are always so random and spontaneous, like, he'd take you on a bike ride to the beach at 3 AM, and you'd make sand castles in the dead of the night, just because. It's totally not because he's secretly a hopeless romantic and wanted to watch the sunrise with you, btw. Or he might get you out of your school/work just to take you to the rooftop of the highest building in his neighborhood, where you guys can throw water baloons on the passers-by down there, and photograph their reactions. Or you two would be in a middle of a rollercoaster ride and he'd scream into your ear: "Babe, let's go have a picnic in the woods, this ride is boring!" The worst best part - his idea of a "picnic" is pranking hikers by making weird noises. At least one thing is for sure with him - there is never a single dull moment!

‌But even as the chaos elemental that he is, he is actually looking for (inner) peace. He would want to feel safe and taken care of in a relationship, and I can picture him falling for his childhood friend. If not that, then he'd definitely go for the cozy, domestic, girl-next-door type. Despite what he shows to the outer world, he just craves familiarity and warmth.

‌His friend-turned-girlfriend definitely calls him Shuu-chan. He pretends it annoys him, but there's nothing he loves hearing more. And I will die on that hill if need be!

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crehador · 2 months

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mulled it over for a while and ultimately decided i'm really digging this arajin-matakara fight, because like

the whole series has set up arajin as a piece of shit fuckhead (and i LOVE that for him) but this whole lying to matakara about wanting to be a honki people thing... is like the one thing he did not actually do

i get real rambly under the cut but tl;dr the way matakara treats arajin is the way arajin treats mahoro and that is suuuch a juicy parallel to me

throughout the whole series arajin has been not at all subtly trying to get away from these fights

could he have been more direct about that with matakara? sure maybe! but matakara was really ignoring all the signs that arajin is not who he thinks he is

which is such a delicious parallel to how arajin willfully ignores all the signs that mahoro is not into him

like. matakara built this version of arajin up in his head, with all these unreasonable, unrealistic, and honestly unfair? expectations based off some past foolishness from when they were very small children. he's clinging to this version of arajin that only exists in his head and has basically shown zero evidence of existing in real life

(yes arajin shows crumbs of courage but i think the scales are tipped pretty heavily towards his I DO NOT WANT ANY PART OF THIS moments)

this fight between them was like if arajin were to blow up at mahoro like "you've been leading me on this whole time!" when obviously. lol. no she has not

she did initially! just like tiny arajin as a child had those honki people ambitions! his ambitions may have been genuine, while mahoro feigned interest in him with malicious intent, but they're same in the sense that after that initial story beat, they have consistently demonstrated that actually no what happened back then no longer applies (whether because they grew out of it, in arajin's case, or they were faking interest in the first place, in mahoro's case)

but arajin is blinded by what he wants (mahoro) and ignores the reality of mahoro snubbing him at every turn, and matakara does the same, ignoring the reality of arajin really just... being extremely reluctant to have anything at all to do with him

anyway that's the main thing i'm chewing on and loving here, but ALSO i think the story paints this parallel in such an interesting way because like

matakara is just a big sweet ouppy dog of a boy! it's so so so easy to feel sorry for him, to root for him, to think the best of him. which i still do btw, in fact this episode made me like him more than i already did

because matakara is so uwu angelboy perfect, and arajin is such a dickhead, it's easy to instinctively think oh matakara must be completely right to be hurt and arajin must have hurt him. even if that isn't the case! this doesn't make arajin any less of a dickhead, but he's a dickhead mainly for other reasons

the fact that they've been set up as the perfect epitome of the Pure Boy and the Pervy Boy tropes is just such clever framing for this parallel between them, because i imagine a lot of viewers, if told what mataakara is doing to arajin is what arajin is doing to mahoro, would be like omg wtf no my pure angel baby is nothing like that disgusting freak?

except in this case! he literally is!! which is brilliant!!! i think it adds nuance to both matakara's character and arajin's character at the same time, making it so it's not just one of them is Perfect and one of them is Wrong All The Time

what's even better is that this made sense for matakara, like his reaction breaks him out of the Pure Angel mold but doesn't feel out of character. his emotions are already running high with what happened to his brother, plus akutaro is malewife mansplain manipulating him behind the scenes, so of course he feels like he's driven towards this emotional high that leads to this blowup

the groundwork was already laid out, and it wasn't even subtle. it was right on the surface! but this episode really highlighted how matakara's way of treating arajin is so much like arajin's way of treating mahoro and how inevitable it was that things would reach this point

(there are moments, even in this episode, that are in hindsight so clearly setting up this parallel! like arajin trying to talk to mahoro during lunch, mahoro CLEARLY not interested, making viewers think ugh arajin get a clue. then matakara often IMMEDIATELY coming in to try to talk to arajin, when arajin is the one who clearly isn't interested, making viewers think boo arajin be nicer to him! like i think the show deliberately set the audience up to have those emotional reactions, and this is the moment where the rug is pulled out from under us, so to speak, where it becomes even more obvious that... wait... double standard much?)

anyway. personally my only gripe with this episode is i wished they'd done more with aniki than just pseudo-fridge him, and hope they do still do more with him in the coming eps? but kind of understandable if they don't, because it is just a one-cour show after all

the actual blowup between arajin and matakara was just. mawh, chef's kiss. perfect

#crab watches #bucchigiri?!#this got verrrrrry long and rambly but i'm overall DELIGHTED by this episode #i didn't touch on this in the post (rambled on too long already lol)#but i really liked the framing of some of the shots and found they had a very theatrical quality to them!#like the confrontation between matakara and akutaro in the dark #but with the huge spotlight on them #felt like stage lights! i can so easily imagine this getting a stage play (in fact i would bet money that it'll get one)#anyway. still vibing hard with this and LOVE this matakara -> arajin -> mahoro parallel

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gojou-violin · 2 years

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a reward for a puppy

☽ 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶 ☾

| pairing: puppy!denji x mommy!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI petplay, collar/leash, deep sub space, gentle mommy dommy vibes, jerking denji off, lots of cuteness and my attempt at aftercare cuz cuddles are my love language ok.

| wc: 3.4k

| taglist: @venusflytrapstar , @aylitgirl , @thisbicc

| a/n: bro, venus put in the WORK helping me get on track with this fic. thank you for your help, love <3

Your heart could pop out of your chest at any minute. Truly. It was hard to look at Denji and not want to absolutely pass out just by thinking about how cute and precious he was.

You weren’t exactly sure about everything that happened to Denji before you met him, but over the year or so that you had been taking care of him, you’d come to put some pieces together, like how he lost his best friends, how he was scared of women because of how he had been used before. That was the worst pill to swallow in your opinion. Someone out there had truly done a number on him. The Denji you knew now was different from the one you took in when you found him drunkenly wandering alone between bars that he was getting kicked out of because he couldn’t afford to close out his tabs. You knew that she was the reason. Whoever she was, she was responsible for Denji ending up alone on the streets for a couple of years. She was responsible for the way he tried to run away from you. She was responsible for the way he was always wary of your every move because kindness always seemed to be at a cost for him— But it wasn’t for you.

To you, taking care of Denji was the best thing in the world. He was such a quiet and gentle person who couldn’t take care of himself all too well. Yes, he managed to survive on the streets for as long as he did; and, yes, he had that Devil inside of him to keep him safe; but it was different when he trusted too easily or not at all. He was like a lost puppy. He just needed someone to guide him and make him feel safe, and to support him so that he could live life to the fullest while being genuinely happy.

Denji had the cutest obsession with your body. It took some time for him to warm up to you, of course, nothing happened overnight— But once he was comfortable around you, he started snuggling up to your side, testing the waters to see how much he could get away with. Eventually, laying next you turned into him putting his head on your lap. Him resting his head on your shoulder turned into him resting his head on your chest— He loved to hide his face there when he was scared or bored. And when he was sleeping, he started laying down between your legs instead of on your lap. He specifically liked it when he was between your knees, on his stomach, his arms wrapped around your torso, his face on your chest, your hands in his hair or massaging his back, and your lips kissing the top of his head. When you were watching TV, Denji liked to be between your legs, but with his back pressed against your stomach. Both of you felt so relaxed like that. Every time. It was wonderful to have him in your arms, the safest place for him, as he watched his favorite show or movies, and you entertained him by playing with his hair or feeding him popcorn.

He loved it when you fed him food. That was a process that took longer than anything else, which you were sure had to do with her, but you were at least grateful that Denji took that last step towards trusting you completely.

Denji was obviously such a physical person. It was only a matter of time before he wanted to do more with you, but you were always so worried about upsetting him or letting him down or making him freak out by remembering his past somehow. You were just too hesitant. He would move to kiss you, and you’d have to turn away with a quiet apology. He’d try to hump your leg while cuddling and you’d come up with an excuse to get up. Eventually, though, you ran out of apologies and shitty rationalizations as to why you couldn’t do anything with him. Both of you were adults, and he’d been living with you long enough, it was like the two of you were practically dating already— You just couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

There had been a day when you finally gave in, leaning into his kiss when he made another half-hearted attempt at it, expecting that you’d dodge like usual. And one thing led to another until you were both on your bed with you on top, riding him while he moaned your name and grabbed onto the sheets, barely clinging to his remaining sanity. You learned afterwards that was his first time. You had inklings, of course, but he didn’t outright admit it until after.

Since then, you weren’t exactly sure what to label the relationship that you had with Denji because it was this weird limbo between dating and simply being friends with benefits. Whenever he was hard or you were needy, one of you would pounce on the other. You’d been living with each other for a year. You went out to nice restaurants that required you to get all dressed up. You went to the movies. You went on walks around the park. You worried about him whenever he went out to fight Devils. He worried about you whenever he wasn’t in your arms. That met all the requirements of being a couple, didn’t it?

What really solidified it for you in your mind was when he had crawled onto your lap that afternoon, sliding between your legs so that he could rest against you while he watched TV, and after a few minutes of trying to get your attention by running his hands up and down your thighs, you gave in to what he clearly wanted, which was for someone to help out with the bothersome erection he had straining in his sleep shorts.

With a whiney plea of, “Mommy…” you knew that he was all yours. There was suddenly no doubt about it.

“Yeah, baby?” you cooed so gently in response because you didn’t want to spook him after being so shocked from what he said when all you wanted was to hear him say it again.

“Please,” he begged pathetically.

You indulged him by sliding your hands under his pants and over his hard cock. He melted into you a bit, his head turning to the side so that he could hide his face in your bicep as you started slowly teasing his tip with your thumbs to get a sense of just how needy and leaky he was. It didn’t matter how much the two of you had fucked since that first time together because Denji was always just as cute and pathetic every time.

“Is that it, puppy?” you asked in his ear.

He nodded desperately. “Yeah—” He gasped as you wrapped both hands around his length. “Mommy—”

Fuck, you could die of happiness right then and there when he said that.

“Feels— Feels— S’ good—”

After that day, it didn’t stop. Every time Denji saw you, he’d perk up with a bright smile and jump at you with a gleeful cheer of, “Mommy!” And whenever he was puddy in your arms, you’d pet his hair and whisper, “That’s a good puppy,” to send him deeper into that blissful place of sub-space that he needed so desperately in order to avoid all of the ongoing problems in his life. He liked to sit at your feet now, resting his head on your lap as you played with his hair; and you knew that he liked that spot because if he ever wanted to, he could just squeeze between your knees until you were spread wide for him, giving him the chance to make you feel good.

One day he told you that he was happy to know you. He was happy that you called him puppy. He was so glad that someone good was taking care of him. And he explained that the reason he felt that way was because of the last woman he’d ever opened up to, a woman named Makima who treated him like a dog, like a pet, and not in the wonderful way that you did, had done terrible things to him. You were kind and caring. She was scary and sadistic.

So you did your best to make sure he continued to feel appreciated and cared for. You got him whatever he wanted, fed him food whenever he wanted, and let him cuddle up against you whenever he needed. You started rewarding Denji. For little things, you’d give him headpats or kisses on the cheek, and for the bigger things, you’d give him… Well… You.

Denji put in the work in order to earn you because it seemed like he always needed you.

He came home one day, bragging about the Devil he killed, and how he made enough money off that one kill to pay your rent for the month; and for that, he deserved a big reward. So you scratched behind his ear while praising him for his good work and that you were so proud of him and so thankful that he came home safe, and you did this until he dropped to his knees with a stupid grin plastered to his face and his tongue hanging out with utter happiness. When he was waiting eagerly at your feet, you left to grab his collar and leash from your shared drawer, and Denji happily followed you. He looked so much at peace when you put the collar around his neck. He seemed to melt more and more as you kissed his head when he was wearing what showed that he belonged to you— Which was all he ever wanted. Denji wanted to belong to someone good, and you hoped that you could be that person for the rest of his life.

Poor thing was more than excited to crawl onto the couch with you, to lay between your legs after you reclined back then turned on the TV. It didn’t really occur to him that he’d earned more than that. Denji seemed to be content with the fact that he was there with you, resting against your warm body, hiding his face in your bicep, whining lightly as you tickled your fingers around the collar on his neck.

“Does that feel okay, puppy?”

Denji nodded vaguely.

“What would you like to watch?”

He whispered the name of his favorite show to you, so you played with the remote until you got the episode of the new season playing for him.

“Like that, baby?”

He nodded again before murmuring, “Perfect, Mommy.”

“Good boy.”

Denji nuzzled your arm while you kissed the top of his head. Honestly, did it have to go any further than that? Not necessarily. But Denji knew the rules, he knew the rewards that came with impressing you, and after clearly earning it, how could you deny him his gift? Especially when he looked so cute when he was all blissed-out between your legs—

“Will you do me a favor, puppy?”

Denji nodded. “Anything, Mommy.”

“Be a good boy and watch your show while Mommy makes you feel good.”

His face brightened as a list of potential possibilities began to run through his mind— What were you going to do to him? Tease him? Fuck him? Let him fuck you? Were you going to be nice or mean? Were you going to rush things or let it all brew until he was pathetically whimpering your name? The endless possibilities were running through your head, too, but your mind was made up. You tried to hold him still, because he was always squirmy whenever you played with him, by wrapping the leash around your hand a couple of times before you held on tight then dragged your free hand down his front and under the waistband of his pants. Denji told you once that he had to wear a suit for work back in the day when he did Devil hunting professionally; however, now that he was back to freelance, he got to wear whatever he wanted, including just a t-shirt and some loose fitting pants that gave him plenty of room to move around in while he was fighting— And they were fairly cheap, so he didn’t have to worry about ruining them and feeling guilty about having you buy him more.

“Mommy?” he cocked a brow up at you.

Your hand was sliding into his pants and was wasting no time in taking his semi-soft length in your gentle grip. He let out the cutest, quietest moan you’d ever heard.

“Don’t mind me, puppy.”

“Y-Yes, Mommy…”

You kissed under his ear. The way he tensed as you pumped your hand ever so slowly up and down his length in an effort to get him hard, to which he mewled and screwed his eyes shut to concentrate until you warned him to open up because you told him to watch his show while you took care of him. He tried his best. You could see it while you were peeking over his shoulder to get a good view of his face and what you were doing under his pants, his chin was quivering as he was attempting to hold back any moans from slipping out or from moving around too much before you’d decide to punish him by stopping altogether.

You leaned in to whisper, “You can make noise, puppy.”

A gentle groan left him within an instant. “Thank you, Mommy.” His head fell back onto your shoulder, but his eyes were still open so that he could watch his show— Though you knew he wasn’t really paying attention. “Feels s’good…”

“Does it?”

He nodded. “Y- Yes—” Another moan got caught in his throat as you slipped his pants down to his thighs so that his erection could pop up, giving you more room to please him. “Shit—” His hands grabbed onto your wrist to stop you after you decided to suddenly jerk him off fast and hard. “Mommy—”

“Don’t stop me, puppy.”

Denji carefully let go of you, his hands finding the length of his leash to hold onto instead. “I’m sorry.”

You kissed under his ear again. “It’s okay.”

You continued your movements of dragging your fist up and down his shaft, leading from base to tip, a squelching sound becoming more and more obvious as precum dribbled out of his tip and onto your hand. You tried to play with it to see the clear, gooey strings sticking to your fingers, but Denji wasn’t having it— Not when he was so needy.

Without any warning, Denji suddenly rolled over, his face immediately finding its way to your chest where he could stuff his cold nose between your boobs. You hesitated while letting him adjust. Another pathetic, desperate, needy, pleading whine escaped him as he did his best to hold onto your hips for balance while he was busy running his nose and lips along the outline of your bra around your breasts.

“Mommy, need’ta touch you…” He pressed his hips forward, sliding his length through the loose grip you still have around him. “Please, Mommy.”

It was hard not to grin at him even though he couldn’t see you. With his face buried in your chest, there was no way he could tell that you were on Cloud 9 just watching him fuck your hand at a fast yet gentle pace, something similar to the way he liked to fuck you whenever he was on top and just wanted to make you feel good. Denji wasn’t a selfish man. Though he enjoyed orgasming— craved it, even— he always put your pleasure before his when you’d let him. If he earned the reward of fucking you, he did so in a way that would make you cum; and he’d always hold back long enough to make sure you came first. It was so cute whenever he was thrusting inside of you and his eyes were screwed shut just so that he could concentrate on not cumming.

“Oh, my poor puppy,” you teased. He whimpered when you kissed the top of his head. “You’ve just been so pent up and needy for me, haven’t you?”

He nodded against your chest. “Yes, Mommy—”

Denji was cut off by the way you started matching his movements, fisting your hand along his hard length while he fucked it faster. Every time you were near his tip, you had to tease him. With a gentle swipe of your thumb over the sensitive tip, Denji quickly collapsed from his knees to his stomach, giving up control again so that you could jerk him off and he couldn’t do a single thing about it.

“You’ve been such a good pet for me, puppy. You know that?”

Denji’s nose rubbed against your sternum in response.

“Good boys who earn rewards get to cum. Isn’t that right?”

“F-Fu-Fuck— Yes— Yes, Mommy—”

“My sweet boy…”

“All… All yours, Mommy—” His breath was burning your skin in the best way as he panted, drool likely staining your shirt. “I’m your good boy.”

“Yes, you are.”

After looping his leash around your wrist instead of your hand, you wormed your way down to press your palm flat against his tip so that you could rub back and forth while you were still jerking him off; a dual effort to get him to cum harder. Denji was a squirming mess after that. He couldn’t contain himself, and it was hard for you to keep him somewhat still between your legs, because he was grabbing your hips for dear life while crying into your boobs for mercy.

“I’m close, Mommy— Stop it— Stop— Mommy!”

“Why would I stop, puppy? I told you that you’re allowed to cum. Don’t hold back. Cum for me whenever you’re ready.”

It barely took ‘til the end of your sentence before Denji cried out your name. White ropes of his cum shot out onto your thighs and stomach during the height of his orgasm that you forced out of him; and when it began to slow down, it turned into a spent leak that dripped down your hands.

You kissed the top of his head again as a means to close the gap between the two of you while you were whispering lovely praises to him about how he was so good for you and that he was so precious and that you were happy that he belonged to you.

When he caught his breath and was somewhat alert to his surroundings again, Denji tried to pick himself up so that he could escape you long enough to grab a towel to clean up the mess he made; However, you were still holding onto his leash tight enough that he couldn’t go far before you tugged gently to keep him with you, unable to think about anything about you, which is how it should have always been. You and him. Nothing else.

“Don’t move yet, puppy… Mommy’ll help you when you’re ready.”

Denji slumped against your body, completely giving up control one final time so that you could hug him close, enveloping him in your arms where he was safe and loved and taken care of. If it was possible, you would have liked to keep him there forever. If he wasn’t so anxious all the time, you’d want to keep him at home where you could look after him 24/7 so that you knew he was safe and out of harm’s way. When he was at work, nothing was guaranteed. Maybe if you just held onto him for dear life, refusing to let go, never allowing him out of your arms, convincing him that having his cheek squished up against your boobs was the best feeling in the world— Maybe then he’d stay with you forever.

“I’m so proud of you, Denji.”

He whined happily at the mention of his name.

“You did so well for me, baby.”

You ran your hands up and down his back to help him calm down while he caught his breath. Denji wasn’t wiggling around, which was a sign that he was close to falling asleep; and you knew the second you saw his left foot twitching at the end of the bed that he had actually successfully done so. He was all yours. He wasn’t going anywhere, not in that state when he was covered in cum and sweat, still wearing his collar and leash that you had wrapped around your wrist. Your cute little puppy. You’d take care of him for the rest of his life…

“Goodnight, puppy.”

#op #fanfic #denji #chainsaw man #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man fanfic #csm #csm fanfic #csm smut #denji fanfic #denji smut

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raisedbythetv89 · 11 months

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Ok ooooook OK SO.

Spike was literally made for Buffy because he was made for and by Drusilla, and Buffy and Dru are the same person:

Innocent, kind-hearted young girls, with special gifts that cause them to carry more guilt/burden than others and they are used/abused/traumatized by angelus/angel, then neglected and abandoned, with Spike being there to pick up the pieces and nurture, care for, and love them the best he can to help them move past their angel trauma (which is actually an impossible task with Drusilla because of the sire aspect but isn’t with Buffy)

WHICH is why I believe William’s first act as a vampire was to try and save his mother. He was literally created to be Dru’s knight. Not only her protector but her healer. Which is why his first instinct when it should be all about blood lust is instead, to heal his mother who he still loves even as a vampire. I mean even Dru, a certified nutcase, is like you wanna do WHAT?!?! When Spike tells her his plan to save his mom😹

This is also why I believe angel trying to mold Spike into his image never really took or rather Spike was able to break free from it. Angel was created by darla for the intent of death, torment and destruction.

Spike was created to care for and love Dru. Which required an OBSCENE amount of patience, determination, humility, and love of a challenge. Which is why he was so intrigued by slayers, another seemingly impossible task - but the joy/fun was in the TRYING, the thrill of the unknown and the unpredictability of it all. Which are all the traits he needed to be there for both Dru and Buffy while also ensuring he never gives up on them as long as they want him there, and then some lol.

IM FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

Because also this is soooooo not where I planned on going with this but “I was made to love you” episode title is now drawing in the connection of, is this why Spike didn’t initially see the problem with the Buffy-Bot until he saw the reaction of Buffy herself who often acts as his moral compass as he relearns what is “good” after 100+ years living by vamp code because him AS A HUMAN, in his vulnerable, dejected and devastated state was killed and made into a vampire for the sole purpose of loving and caring for Drusilla selflessly, without regard for himself, much like the bots were!! So why would he see the harm in creating something like that for himself when no one was going to die in the process and it meant he could stop fixating in the real buffy? Both of which to a vamp who’s only been trying to live by human morals again for like 14 episodes vs 120 years with NO help just trial and erroring his way through becoming a white hat which his starting point is “I would like credit for not taking advantage of bleeding disaster victims” and “what do you mean building a shrine to show how deep my devotion is and chaining you up, offering to kill my ex, and forcing you to talk to me and admit your feelings aren’t the way to do this??” 😹😹😹 like he gets it so wrong, it’s comical in season 5 because he truly is so earnest about all of it because while yes it is all for a chance with Buffy, he genuinely wants to be better for her so he can earn that chance. As he says to Riley “a fellas gotta try” after saying he doesn’t think he has a chance with her.

He was an Eleanore who desperately needed his Chidi. Which Buffy is his moral compass but she ends up being a “let them fail/push them into the deep end” kind of guide. So he makes A LOT of mistakes along the way as many of us often do in general but especially those of us who were raised by abusive parents; who in our adulthood, have to learn to discern what is healthy vs abusive to be a good person to both yourself and others and be in actual healthy relationships with boundaries and respect with zero practical experience or good instincts to go on.

NONE of this excuses any harm that Spike causes at all. That is not the point of this to say “oh he didn’t really do bad”, no he did. Spike caused a lot of harm but this perspective that I’ve finally been able to put into words is why none of the harm ends up being a deal breaker for me and many spuffys because it puts his choices in the right perspective which is not that of a human even though he looks like one a lot of the time.

Spike pre-soul, making the mistakes he makes isn’t the same as a human or a vamp with a human soul making the mistakes because he doesn’t have his human soul motivating and informing the decisions he makes. It really mimics different cultures in a lot of ways as anya really demonstrates during her wedding with all her talk of demon culture and tradition (and her own struggles to assimilate into the human world again and she HAS a human soul and xander to help her) and the initiative being VERY n*zi coded and Riley being called a bigot because he is ignorant to much of demonology. So un-souled spike has a more potential for forgiveness of his mistakes than human soul havers because he is always genuinely TRYING to do right by Buffy even when he gets it horribly wrong. And the characters in the show always hold him accountable and make him feel TERRIBLE for the mistakes he makes.

Why does he have such potential for forgiveness you ask? The best example is to think of the concept of someone trying to assimilate themselves into a new culture. We can’t expect them to blend right in perfectly and get all the culture norms right, right away (again -anya-but also a real life example - when I travel in Italy and catch up with friends there I STILL always stumble and forget they’re always gonna go in for a double cheek kiss greeting - pre covid anyway - and I KNOW it’s a thing but if I’m out of practice it takes me a while to start greeting people that way again and it makes for some AWKWARD ENCOUNTERS until I get it down😹). It takes time, and normally guidance and patience from others that spike honestly doesn’t often have except in the form of being yelled at or beat up until he gets his soul. But his willingness to TRY anyways despite failure, rejection, ridicule and cruelty. How can I not love him?? He is me, I am him!! I was also met with so much unhelpful criticism and cruelty when I was just trying to learn and do a good job.

Both as someone who is autistic and didn’t know it for a lot of life; I too felt like I was blundering through without a guide or a rule book and I was sure I was making mistakes because people would get upset but I had NO help identifying what exactly I did wrong or what to do instead. So I knew I was messing up but had to keep guessing and trying anyway and getting it wrong again and again!

And as someone raised by an emotionally distant/abusive narcissist, navigating healthy relationships became even MORE difficult and I made a lot of bad choices along the way that landed me in some awful relationships much like what spike and Buffy devolve into towards the end of season 6 because both of them are up stream without a paddle when it comes to healthy relationships, healthy coping mechanisms, and communication. They know pain, avoidance, fighting, torment, and ecstasy from always living in extremes and life or death situations (notice Buffy struggles the most in the season with no threat of the apocalypse until the last two episodes - season 6 - which is SO common for people with trauma, you really fall apart when things are low stakes)

It’s why the tenderness and gentleness of season 7 means SO MUCH. Both of them experiencing these tiny pockets of true peace with each other after everything they’ve been through individually and together. Experiencing true peace like we see from them is one of the hardest things to accomplish if you have severe trauma.

I’m always really happy when I can digest these complex themes enough to communicate why I love them so much and why they’re so important to me. The fact that this show had so much in-fighting amongst the writers and misogynists trying to make spike pathetic and accidentally making him one of the most complex characters, plus episodes based specifically on neurodivergent/queer peoples’ traumatic coming of age experiences because the parallels are SO strong there no way they’re not lol. This all means I can probably spend the rest of my life dissecting the layers of this show and learning about myself in the process and always find something new 🙃🙃🙃 and clearly I love all aspects of spuffy so god damn much as they each embody a big part of my life experiences in so many beautiful yet tragic ways.

#spuffy #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #spike and buffy #spike and drusilla #spike btvs #buffy and spike #meta #spuffy meta #sprusilla meta

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seyaryminamoto · 3 months

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Fic-to-Art #38: Ozai carries Azula to the physicians' wing

This has been done for A WHILE now, but I didn't post it because the past days have been chaotic and not just on a personal level. For one thing, I really wasn't eager to drop this when people were losing their shit massively over the liveaction and its recontextualization of Azula and Ozai's dynamics, I didn't look forward to releasing this just to be told that whatever I've done in my story is somehow wrong, sooooooooo... that held me back, for a few days.

Then? The AI-Tumblr deal started to be talked about and I may or may not have freaked out about that too. Sooo... this is the first glazed and nightshaded piece of my creation, as consequence. The original, clean and proper version is available in my Patreon. Is this me being a dick to Tumblr-only people? Unfortunately, it very much isn't, I'm not trying to say that if you want the best iterations of my art, you should pay me for it... this is squarely, entirely, at staff/the CEO's feet. Obviously, there's the insecure side of me that goes "what makes you think they'd steal YOUR art when there are so many better artists out there!" but ultimately? AI is about taking everything en masse. It isn't a matter of developing a criteria about who makes the better art... it's just taking EVERYTHING and trying to repurpose it in whatever twisted way it needs to. Therefore? I think my choice is more of a matter of caution than anything else. Once AI bullshit dies out (and I really hope it does), we may just return to the same level of quality across all my accounts. For now, it is what it is.

ANYWAY! Point is this artwork is very much what my Patrons happened to vote for this month, a very shocking scene where Ozai reacted in the least foreseen way to Azula being attacked. Azula's confusion/terror comes from a place of not knowing what to do and being powerless to stop her father even if she doesn't feel comfortable with his help... but for once, Ozai isn't making a dreadful choice that will only devastate his daughter. He's actually worried about her health... and feeling genuine guilt over what landed her in the situation where she was in danger in the first place. Yes. I like me my complex Ozai who finally learned actions have consequences. He bores me to death otherwise :') if anyone STILL doesn't know that this whole situation is Gladiator-specific, then I shall clarify fully: this is artwork based on my fic. It's about a story that has been developing these characters for ALMOST ELEVEN YEARS now. It has nothing to do with whatever's going on in canon or in the liveaction, the scene in question was written almost two years ago and the artwork proposed and voted for several days before the liveaction aired. Ergo: there is no connection between this and that. Nor am I saying through this piece that Ozai is a good father. He is not. He can still be an interesting character to work with on a narrative level anyway :')

Alright. With that out of the way, hope you guys like this piece! The big one I haven't posted is ALSO finished, also glazed and nightshaded, but I think I might just end up posting it on the 26th if I don't have time to do anything big for our eleventh anniversary... yep, I'm so busy I don't even have a huge project in mind this time. Also? I have a lot to write and I'm finally happily writing it, and I would like to continue doing that...

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everyone but her pt.16

Summary: Your birthday and graduation roll around at the same time. Despite your best efforts, Wednesday still finds out about your plans for both and offers to spend your birthday with you. She learns a lot more than she was ever prepared for.

Word Count: 6.8k Warnings: panic attack (flashbacks, freaking out, very slight blood mention, mention of abandonment), swearing, extremely awkward interactions (it deserves a warning) Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (everyone but her Masterlist) Taglist: @extinctspino @basichextechml @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @jinxscatbomb @awolfcsworld @n0p35 @suzhiman @gengen64 @eclipsesmoonshine14 @asters-abditory @alexkolax @thenextdawn @cacciatricediartemide @cozwaenot @the-night-owl-blr @natashasapphic @parkersmyth @alilbitlesbian @irish-piece-of-trash @rainbow-love4ever @audigay @bakugounuggets @myfturn

Summer was quickly approaching by the time anyone had thought to bring up graduation. Truthfully, Yoko had completely forgotten it was your senior year; how time flies. It wasn’t like you were going anywhere anyway, it wasn’t an important piece of information. You were still going to be at Nevermore to annoy them until everyone was ready to leave, it wasn’t rocket science.

Though apparently no one else seemed to know that.

“Have you decided on a college yet?” Enid asked when you and Wednesday finally sat down at the table. It was nice to see you both finally acting a little more like a normal couple. If Yoko had been forced to listen to you gripe and complain about it one more time, she would’ve killed you.

You looked over at Wednesday with an expectant face, wanting to hear the answer yourself. Yoko nearly reached across the table to slap you, sometimes you were so stupid. She loved you, she would die for you, but sometimes you were just… you were too clueless for your own good.

“She means you, dumbass,” Yoko clarified, throwing a blackberry at you to catch your attention.

“Me?” You asked, eyes wide.

“Yes you,” Divina said with a smile, “you’re the only one graduating this year.”

“You think I’m going to college?” You asked incredulously. “Me? Have you seen my GPA?”

“You haven’t even applied?” Wednesday asked with the same amount of incredulity. “You’re not going anywhere?”

“Why? Trying to get rid of me?” You asked with a pointed look and side smile that, to any outsider, would have been teasing.

But Yoko knew better. She saw the crinkle by your eye, the knit of your brow, the way your deft fingers managed to pick a blackberry apart seed by seed. It was as if, suddenly, you were brought back to being nine years old again. An ache settled in her chest as she fought the urge to grab your hand to stop you from eventually picking at your own fingers once the blackberry was decimated.

“So you’re staying with us?” Enid asked.

“Absolutely,” you said with a turn of your head and a slightly more genuine excitement, “you’re stuck with me for another year.”

Everyone started talking, going on about all of their summer plans, but Yoko’s eyes were on you. There was still the slightest crinkle between your brows and you were now, as predicted, picking at your own fingers instead of the nonexistent blackberry. You laughed at the right times, looked at whoever was talking, and nodded when appropriate.

All Yoko could think about was how Wednesday needed to learn. It was well known that she was inept in noticing your tells, but she needed to learn. If she was going to stick around - which Yoko hoped she would - then she would need a crash course. No, it wasn’t completely her fault, you were rather conspicuous, but at the end of the day it didn’t matter.

The air seemed to clear now that everyone knew you were sticking around, which was rather shocking to Yoko. How had no one picked up on the fact that you weren’t going anywhere? You hadn’t been trying to hide it. Had you? No, there was no way, you had told her your plans so surely you had told your girlfriend. But she could see the relaxed set of Wednesday’s shoulders and figured that no, apparently no one else had known.

Thanks to the end of the year rolling by faster than anyone was prepared for, Yoko didn’t have any time to talk to you until the week before your birthday. The sun was setting, you had already picked up the pizza, and she had chosen the perfect spot by the lake. Enid, Divina, and Wednesday would be out at the drive-in for the rest of the evening so there was no chance of interruption. The perfect opportunity to get to talk to you with no barriers.

No offense to the girlfriends, of course.

"Here ya go," you said as you unceremoniously dropped the two pizza boxes onto the blanket, "one supreme and one… whatever the hell you eat."

"Don't give me that shit," Yoko said with a roll of her eyes. You plopped yourself down and opened one of the boxes. "A Margherita is classy."

"You just like it cause you're old," you said around the obscene mouthful of food. "I mean, what are you now? 90?"

Satisfaction filled her heart when her foot connected with your side. You groaned and doubled over as the laughter left her mouth. She was so busy laughing that she didn't catch you before you retaliated and elbowed her back. Obviously not with your full strength, but you had expert precision. The laughter died down and you both started eating again.

"Oh," you said after Yoko had finished off a slice, "that one has a bit of garlic, hope you don't mind."

She froze mid-bite, her eyes darting over to you. You weren't even looking at her, just completely focused on scarfing down your fourth piece. Surely you were joking, right? She knew you had your moments but you weren't actually serious. Right?

"You did not," Yoko whispered.

"What?" You asked, finally turning to look at her with furrowed brows and a pout. "What's wrong?"

No. No you did not.

"Are you fucking serious?" She asked.

"What's the big deal?" You shot back.

"You absolute dumbass, you know I'm-" she stopped herself short when your smile finally broke through. "You jackass." She elbowed you again as your laughter echoed off the water of the lake. "It's not funny."

"It's a little funny," you mumbled more to yourself than to her.

It was nice to hear you laugh again. Not that Wednesday didn't make you happy, because she very much did. But the goth girl certainly didn't have the same sense of humor as everyone else. To hear you laugh and see such a carefree smile on your face again? It warmed her dead heart.

You both sat there, eating the pizza and talking. About everything, about nothing. How the family was faring with the end of the school year, if Nicky had made any improvements, all about everyone's girlfriends. Teases were thrown left and right whenever the other would get soft, immediately hardening you both up. At least in jest.

Yoko had missed you. She had missed your calming presence and everything that came with it. The hypnotizing flap of your wings or the incessant humming whenever it got quiet. Your warmth when you wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. The way you smelled of chalk and coffee and dirt, but it was home. You were home.

"Is everyone coming up for graduation?" Yoko asked after you had both laid down to look up at the stars. She could feel the feathers of your wing brush against her arm. It almost tickled.

"Nah," you said softly. "No, I'm not walking."

"Why not?"

There was a beat of silence that seemed to stretch on for hours. Please tell me the truth, Yoko thought the longer it took for you to answer. You had gone months without telling her anything; she knew you were bound to break soon. Please. She just wanted you to speak openly.

"Nicky never got to walk." Your voice was so painfully quiet. "And he worked much harder for it." The silence following your words was almost too much to bear. "Why should I walk when he couldn't."

It wasn't even a rhetorical question; it wasn't a question at all. It dug at the truth behind your recent actions and temperament. At the reasoning behind your glassy eyes and dissociating during classes or meals. Your slacking off with work and studies and even hanging out with everyone.

Yoko had watched you pull away and had said nothing. After all, what could she say? She had watched you grow up, had been there with you through it all. What could she tell you now that she hadn't already said? Nothing, she thought, nothing at all.

"He would want you to walk," she said instead.

"He would've walked today." Yoko stayed silent at your instant change of topic. "I, uh… I looked up the commencement date for UVA." You sniffle from your spot beside her. "He would've gotten his bachelor's today."

Yoko kept her mouth shut. She knew if she said anything, it would derail your thoughts and you would try to shake it off like you so often did. No, she kept silent. But she reached her hand across the small expanse between you and grabbed your hand. The way you squeezed it tightly told her everything.

"I watched the livestream," you continued. "Watched until they would've called his name." Another sniffle. "But they didn't call it." Your voice sounded watery. "Everyone just kept going."

She could hear the tears in your voice, and she debated turning to look at you. But if she looked at you and saw those puffy red eyes and your quivering lip, she wouldn't be able to be strong for you. A comforting squeeze of her hand would have to suffice for the moment.

"I'm tired, Yoko," you said in a voice so fragile that Yoko felt even breathing too hard would break you.

She still said nothing. What words could ease that debilitating ache in your chest that you kept to yourself? Nothing could ease it, she knew. But I can try, she thought as she turned to her side and pulled you close. You were far too big to be the little spoon, but you gripped her hands and nestled in closer to her and for a moment, just a moment, she felt some of that tension release itself.

The grip you had on her was almost painful; you didn’t bother holding back and she didn’t want you to. It grounded you, she knew, and that was what you needed. If she focused, she could feel your heart racing under her hands, the ones you had tucked underneath your chin. Every now and then a wing would twitch and the feathers would tickle her nose, but she would be damned if she sneezed and stopped your moment.

When your breathing evened out and she could hear the softest of snores, she let her mind start to wander. Much like Wednesday, you weren't one to voice your feelings. Hell, even if they did appear you managed to shove them right back down. But you needed physical comfort on nights like this, where you were stuck in your head and nothing could get through to you.

Yoko decided then that she would have to teach Wednesday how to comfort you. And that was probably the most terrifying thought she had ever had in her long life.

—---

You weren’t in school. She had kissed you once yesterday after class before her date with Enid. See you in class tomorrow, she had said, and you had agreed with a nod, a smile, and an exasperated go find Enid. But now it was tomorrow, and you both had Chemistry first period, and you weren’t there.

Bold faced liar.

It felt like there was a void in the class where normally you had resided. The incessant sound of you doodling pictures on the margins of her papers was missing along with the occasional knock of your leg against hers. She didn’t hear you sigh when you got yet another question wrong on the assignment. There was no whining plea for help after staring at your paper for too long without making a single note.

Even if she wouldn’t admit she missed you, she certainly missed your presence.

“Yoko,” Wednesday called out once class was over and everyone was making their way out of the room. “Have you seen Y/N?”

“You noticed quicker than I thought,” Yoko said with a closed-mouth smile. “She always ditches on her birthday.”

Birthday? You had never told her it was your birthday. She knew she didn’t really celebrate anymore, but surely you did. It was a common occurrence for most people, was it not? Why hadn’t you told her? She would have tried to plan something. With Enid’s help, of course.

“Finals are in two days.” Wednesday said simply.

“I don’t know what to tell you-”

“-Where is she?”

Yoko sighed and looked away into the courtyard. This was one of the times Wednesday despised the use of those blackout sunglasses. How was she going to know what Yoko was thinking if she couldn’t see her eyes? It was inconsiderate, if nothing else.

"Yoko," Wednesday said with a little more urgency.

"Okay, fine, jeez," Yoko huffed. "She's out at Moose Mountain."

"What's she doing there?" Wednesday asked. She was getting nowhere with Yoko's partial answers. "She needs to be studying."

"She goes every birthday," Yoko said. There was a bit of hesitation in her words and Wednesday definitely saw her switch weight between legs.

"Is she okay?" Wednesday asked softly. Far too soft since Yoko was the audience. But there was something in the way Yoko was acting that set her on edge.

"She-," Yoko sighed and looked away again. Clear signs of uncertainty. She was horrible at keeping a poker face. "Do you plan on sticking around?" She asked, turning to face Wednesday once again.

All that uncertainty in Yoko's voice was gone, replaced with something else. Wednesday usually prided herself on being ahead of the conversation, but this was admittedly a surprise. She couldn't place Yoko's body language into any one category of emotion. She really needed to practice reading emotions again with Enid. Maybe this weekend.

"I don't understand," Wednesday admitted. Because she didn't. What did that question even mean? Why are people so cryptic nowadays?

"I'm not exposing Y/N if you don't plan on sticking around," Yoko said, and Wednesday's body tensed. "It's not a proposal," she corrected, "but if you're dumping her within a year then I'm not filling you in."

Did Wednesday plan on getting rid of you? Admittedly the thought hadn't ever crossed her mind, not seriously at least. Sure, she had considered it whenever you teased her or acted like a reckless fool. But had she ever genuinely considered it? Could she where consider it?

It's too soon, she thought as she subconsciously blinked rapidly before regaining her composure. She couldn't come up with an answer to that question right on the spot, not without any consideration into the matter. Though, she would admit that the thought of not having you around, even as a friend, forced an uneasiness to settle in her stomach.

"I will be staying," Wednesday said. With how soft her words were, it was almost as if she was trying to convince herself instead of Yoko, who let out a deep, extended sigh.

"Then come on," Yoko said with a gesture of her head. "If we leave now, we can catch her."

Yoko took off without waiting, and Wednesday considered for a moment to not follow. But her curiosity was piqued and she couldn't just stay at Nevermore when she had the opportunity to find out more. With no concern for her own finals in two days, she followed after Yoko until they got to a car, which Yoko quickly got into the driver's side of.

She couldn't remember a time she had been in a car with anyone that wasn't adult. Sure, Yoko was more than qualified to be an adult, but that was simply semantics. It was almost unsettling, and for a moment Wednesday wondered if this was how you felt whenever you got into a car. The anxiety around someone else's driving, or the other cars that you had no control over.

It certainly made it a little easier to understand your perspective.

Neither of them talked the entire three hours of the drive. The only noise came from the car itself or the music humming through the radio. Unusual songs, Wednesday would think with each new piece, but she kept it to herself. She had learned from you that good music was subjective. Her opinion was still superior, but she could keep her mouth shut.

The car pulled to a slow stop at one of the rests on the mountain. No one was around, but Wednesday could see the cliff's edge from where the car was parked. A tall figure stood precariously at the edge, head leaned back and wings stretched just enough to catch the wind as the sun illuminated each individual feather.

"Don't bring up her birthday," Yoko said softly as Wednesday stepped out of the car. "And be gentle."

Gentle. Wednesday could be gentle, right? How difficult could it truly be. She knew how sensitive you could be, she knew how to avoid upsetting you. For the most part. But she wasn’t feeling too confident now that Yoko was emphasising it. What if she couldn’t be as gentle as she thought? She wasn’t necessarily good at it but she was getting better.

Her thoughts were still running wild by the time she finally stood beside you. The scenery was the last thing on her mind as she looked up at you; you with your sturdy stance and your hands shoved into your shorts pockets. Your eyes were closed and the sun shone on your face. What were you thinking? You looked so serene, aside from the downturn of your lips.

“It’s a nice day,” you said softly. Ah, so you had noticed her presence.

“I know,” Wednesday said, matching your tone, “it’s rather tragic.”

The downturn of your lips reversed, and finally, slowly your eyes pried themselves open. They sparkled in the sun, Wednesday noted. Did you know that they refracted the light like a prism when you turned to look down at her? Were you aware that you could hold anyone in your gaze if you simply gave them that little smile?

“Yoko still in the car?” You asked.

“Yes,” she answered. You pursed your lips and nodded slowly to yourself and looked back out to the mountain range.

“She tell you anything?” There was a shake to your voice. Something Wednesday normally wouldn’t pick up, yet she always managed to pick it up with you.

“No,” she said softly.

“Dont-,” you stopped and took a deep breath in. For a moment, only a moment, Wednesday thought she saw your bottom lip quiver. “Don’t look at me while I talk.”

But what if she wanted to look at you? What if she wanted to study you, watch all your facial expressions as you talked about… whatever it was you were going to talk about. She wanted to watch so she could know the exact moment you broke; because it was clear you were going to break, she could see it in the shimmer of your eyes that hadn’t been there before and the overly tensed muscles in your legs.

If you broke, when you broke, she wanted to know. Maybe she could help.

Be gentle, Yoko’s voice echoed in her head, and Wednesday dutifully turned to finally look out at the scenery. It truly was beautiful, no matter how much she wanted to wish it was a little more gloomy. In the distance she could see a few eagles flying high over the lush green trees that littered the mountainside. Just below she could hear rushing water; was it a waterfall? Or simply a river? Had you been down there to discover its secrets?

“I forced Nicky to bring me here for my 14th birthday,” you said so quietly that Wednesday almost couldn’t hear you over the sound of the wind and surrounding nature. “We camped right down there,” you pointed to a spot below the cliff’s edge, “and then spent my actual birthday just sitting up here.”

Your feathers twitched and brushed against her arm. Even through her clothes she could feel it and it almost tickled. She heard a sniffle from where you were standing and wanted to turn, but your words rang loud and clear in her mind. Don’t look. Even though she wanted to check on you, she equally wanted to hear what you were going to say.

“Every year, I camp up here the night before my birthday,” you continued. She heard another sniffle, heard the quiver in your voice when you said the word “birthday.” Did you know how devastated you sounded? “And then spend the rest of the day with Nicky.” Please let her look at you. “It’s tradition.”

Your voice broke there at the end, and Wednesday realised that oh. Oh, she didn’t have to look at you to know the exact moment you broke. Maybe it was the fact that she spent so much time with you now, but for one of the first times, she could hear the difference. Could hear the waver in your voice before breaking at the end and you stopped yourself from saying anything else.

She didn’t know what to do. Admittedly she was getting better, but she still didn’t know how to handle other people’s emotions, especially not the negative ones. But she knew two things; you were sad, and Enid had told her that most people prefer physical comfort.

I can try physical comfort, Wednesday thought as she made the bold decision to reach over and grab the hand you had yet to put back in your pocket. Usually unbearably warm (almost as warm as Enid), your hand was now cold. Cold and shaking and gripping her own hand so tightly that it hurt.

You both stood like that at the edge of the cliff; your hand squeezing all the blood out of hers, yet she wouldn’t dare pull away. Not when this was the most she had ever gotten out of you. She didn’t understand everything, couldn’t put all the pieces together, but the picture was looking more complete.

“You should both get going,” you said after far too long of just standing there, listening to the nature below and watching the clouds drift by. “Before it gets dark.”

Wednesday missed the warmth of your hand when you pulled away. It always left her with a certain emptiness that she couldn’t properly explain. You’re no longer talking, she thought as she finally turned to look at you right as you finished harshly wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“Come on,” you said, holding your arm out to guide Wednesday away from the ledge. She felt the warmth of your hand once again when it rested on her lower back, gently pushing her toward the car where Yoko was still waiting.

You opened the door and ushered her in, buckling the seatbelt before she had the chance to do it herself. The belt pulled tight against her stomach as you checked it, twice, three times. A breath of air fanned across her neck when you huffed, and only then did you finally step back and close the door.

“Be careful,” you said as you leaned through the rolled down window.

“We will,” Yoko answered.

“Yoko.” Your voice wavered and, against her better judgment, Wednesday turned her head to face you. Tears threatened to spill from your bloodshot eyes. “I’m serious.”

“I’ll keep us safe,” Yoko reinforced.

“Do you still have your window punch?” You asked.

You didn’t wait for an answer before leaning in through the window. Wednesday pushed herself back into the seat instinctively, giving you enough room to move around. It took you only a moment to open the glove box and dig around, eventually pulling out an orange handheld device. It looked like a hammer with a blade inside the handle.

Only after checking it over did she hear you exhale and, with shaky hands, you put it back where it had been found.

“Stay below the limit,” you said as you pulled yourself back out of the window. Wednesday could see your skin pulled taut against your knuckles. “No passing anyone, no stopping, just straight down.”

“I know,” Yoko said, far softer than Wednesday would have managed. You were awfully persistent. “Straight down to DHMC, right?”

“I-,” your eyes blinked rapidly as you opened and closed your mouth a few times. Your head turned to look out down the mountain; what was going on in that head of yours? Rarely did Wednesday ever see you so flustered. You turned to look back into the car. “Straight down to DHMC,” you confirmed.

“Then we’ll see you there,” Yoko said, not with a smile but Wednesday could hear the expression in her voice.

You opened your mouth as if to answer but quickly shut it, resorting to a simple nod before standing up and stepping away from the car. As Yoko pulled away - slowly as requested - Wednesday watched you in the rearview mirror.

She almost thought she saw you cry.

—---

“They’re still not here,” you said aloud as you looked out the hospital window for what had to have been the 10th time in the past two minutes.

"They're probably just stuck in traffic," Nurse Jackie said. You could hear the rustling of sheets for only a few more seconds before going quiet. "It's about time everyone got off work."

"Or not," you mumbled to yourself. That ache in the right side of your chest was back. You couldn't even breathe without feeling it stab into you, whatever it was.

You know what it is.

"Just call and ask-"

"-No," you interrupted, finally turning away from the window to see Nurse Jackie standing next to Nicky's now-clean bed with crossed arms. "She needs to focus, not answer a call."

"Then breathe," Nurse Jackie said softly, "and trust she'll get here safe."

But you couldn't. How could you trust Yoko to stay safe when she wasn't the one you were worried about? You had seen Yoko's driving before, she was as perfect as one could get. No, it wasn't Yoko, it was everyone else on that fucking mountain.

"It's crowded today," Nicky said as he turned the key in the ignition. "Must be here to help us celebrate."

"Too little too late," you scoffed even though your grin gave you away.

"Hopefully everyone is too busy coming up, not down," Nicky said with a wink and a chuckle.

Fuck. Fuck. You grimaced as that pain in your chest grew sharper. Your eyes flitted to the clock on the wall: 5:27pm. They should be here. There's no reason they should still be out driving.

"Hey," Nurse Jackie's voice called out, "just breathe."

No. No you couldn't breathe, it was past time for them to be there. They weren't there. What if they were still stuck on the mountain? Oh God, your feet felt heavy until your back hit the wall.

"I got a full ride to UVA," Nicky said.

"What?" You asked, finally pulling your attention away from the window to look at him. "You're leaving me?"

"It's not leaving," Nicky huffed, "it's just college."

The trees outside the window disappeared, opening up to the cliff's ledge.

"Fuck," you whispered breathlessly.

It felt like a hammer was driving a railroad spike into your brain. No matter how hard you clutched your head, it wouldn't ease up. The wall scraped against your back as you slid down to the floor.

"Y/N, you have to breathe."

"I- I- I ca-," breathing felt so difficult it just hurt.

"It's not even that far and we've still got summers and breaks," Nicky defended. Both hands were on the wheel but you could see how hard he was gripping it.

"You're gonna forget about me," you said with a shaky voice.

"I'm not gonna forget-"

"-you're gonna leave me just like mom and dad."

"That's not fair."

Oh God, everything hurt. Your head, your eyes, your chest, your stomach, it hurt. Something touched your shoulder but all you could do was choke on your shallow, rushed breaths. They tasted metallic.

It was too cold, why was the room so cold?

"You're going to get dizzy, focus on my voice."

Where were Yoko and Wednesday? They needed to be off the mountain. They needed off now.

"I'm not mom and dad," Nicky said, finally turning his head to look at you after rounding another bend.

"They left too," you said softly, your bottom lip quivering. To your right, the trees thinned as another ledge appeared.

"I'm not leaving you," Nicky reinforced. His eyes flashed to the road before coming back to you. "I love you, I'm not just gonna-"

-headlights-

"-Nicky, look out!"

It hurts it hurts it hurts.

"I think that's Yoko's car."

Everything in your body stopped. Your breath caught in your throat and the pain gave one final stab before fading away. The light was blinding when you opened your eyes, but you didn't care. Your legs ached as you jumped to your feet and looked frantically out the window and-

-there. Yoko's car was down. She and Wednesday were getting out of the car. Safe and sound.

A choked sob fell from your lips before you could pull it back together. Something wet slid down your cheeks before being hastily wiped away. You didn’t notice the blood from your lips stain the sleeve of your sweater. They were down in the parking lot. Right down there. You needed to get down there.

“Don’t run,” Nurse Jackie said, her hand squeezing your shoulder gently before pushing you toward the door. You stumbled over your feet at first but quickly gained ground.

You didn’t remember the trip down to the parking lot.

“Your lip is bleeding-”

“-you took too long,” you interrupted, walking up to stand directly in front of Yoko. “Are you hurt?”

“We’re fine,” Yoko said with a wave of her hand.

“Don’t be flippant with me, Tanaka,” you said as you poked your finger into her chest. She didn’t back down. “Straight here, no stops.”

“We didn’t stop,” Yoko said, “we hit traffic outside of town. Not all of us can fly over it, you know.”

Breathe.

Your mouth snapped shut before you took a deep breath in. They were safe. They were safe, they were in the parking lot, it was okay. Safe. Yoko was safe, Wednesday was safe - and giving you a look that you couldn’t quite decipher - and everyone was fine.

“Thank you for being safe,” you managed to push out past the metallic taste that had resurfaced once again.

“You’re welcome,” Yoko said. She sounded way too sassy; she needed to watch her tone. Today was not the day. “Want me to wait for you?”

“No,” you answered quickly, “we’ll take the bus.”

“Okay,” Yoko said, her voice taking on that usual soft tone that she used with you. Part of you hated it. The other part craved it. She leaned up and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, her lips cold against your skin. “Good luck, Addams,” she said before getting back into the driver’s side and speeding off.

“Come on,” you said as you walked to where Wednesday was still standing, completely unmoving. “I promise he doesn’t bite.”

She didn’t say anything, just kept looking at you with that same look that, honestly, was making you more nervous than before. Why couldn’t she say anything? Just something, one thing, this wasn’t the time to be silent. But she was.

And you opted for reaching over to grab her hand to lead her into the hospital. You didn’t intertwine your fingers, just holding her hand like you would a friend. She hates PDA, your brain reminded you as you continued to pull her with you, hands sweaty. Did she notice? Could she feel how clammy your hand was getting?

The halls felt like they were closing in the closer you got to Nicky’s room. They got tighter and tighter and your grip on Wednesday’s hand only tightened. Only when you felt her hand squeeze back once did you let up, looking over to offer an apologetic smile.

She didn’t smile back, but her eyes softened. That was enough.

“Watch out, dear.”

You blinked in surprise, thankfully stopping just in time before running into Nurse Jackie. Thankfully she didn’t seem upset. Did she? No, no she wasn’t upset. She was simply leaving Nicky’s room which… you didn’t really remember walking to, not entirely.

“This is Wednesday,” you said unceremoniously without any buildup. God, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. It was almost painful.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wednesday,” Nurse Jackie said with a kind smile. It eased the anxiety just the slightest. “Your book is in the chair,” she said as she turned to you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor while pulling Wednesday into the room. The fact that she wasn’t resisting even in the slightest was concerning.

No, you spoke too soon. When you walked fully into the room, you felt Wednesday’s hand squeeze back, tighter than she usually did. You dropped her hand like it was a life wire; it certainly felt the same. Shit, was this too much? It was too much, no doubt about it.

“This is my brother, Nicky,” you said quietly.

The heart monitor continued its incessant beeping. It echoed in your head while Wednesday stayed silent beside you.

This is a mistake.

“You can have a seat,” you said as you gestured to the chair. The hair on the back of your neck stood up when you realised she was staring at you. “Or not, we can go back to Nevermore if you want.”

“Where will you sit?” Wednesday asked, finally breaking the silence.

“There’s another chair over here,” you exhaled.

You turned to face her and the absolute sincerity on her face was too much. No, you didn’t think you liked Wednesday being soft; it was too vulnerable. You weren’t there for vulnerability, you needed her to be harsh and strict to force you to get your shit together. Why now, you thought as you both sat down in your respective chairs. Why be compassionate now?

The ventilator sounded extra loud from your new spot in the room.

What do I do? What do I say?

“Did- did I- did I ever tell you about the time we tried cross country skiing?” You asked, your eyes darting to see Wednesday’s face without turning to face her.

That’s the best you can do?

“No,” Wednesday said. Her voice was still too soft, it was setting your anxiety alight. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”

“No,” you chuckled as the memory started coming back in pieces, then all at once. “No, it didn’t go well.”

You leaned forward in your seat when you started retelling the tale. Just the mental image of Nicky on that trip was enough to ease your nerves. It only took that one story before you were telling another one, then another, and at that point you couldn’t even remember what had started the topic.

All the while you were aware of Wednesday watching you. Uncharacteristically for her, she would not along or wordlessly urge you to continue. You were talking too much, you knew it, you could feel yourself talking too much. But the floodgates were opened and now you couldn’t stop.

You almost thought you could see the smallest of smiles on her lips.

“-so he couldn’t even help dig me out of the snow, it was awful,” you said with a laugh as you leaned back in your chair.

But the laughter faded when you noticed Nicky again, laying there, unmoving, eyes closed. And suddenly the stories weren’t so funny anymore, and your eyes were starting to sting, and that sinking feeling made its home in your chest again. Oh. Oh, this wasn’t a normal get together. It wasn’t the typical “meet the girlfriend” day.

Stop being weak.

“Hand me that book, please?” You asked Wednesday, holding your hand out in her direction. Her brows furrowed for only a second before she looked around, handing you the book that she had previously placed on the desk next to her. “Hope you like fantasy books.”

You thumbed through the pages of the novel until you found your spot; you really needed to start using a bookmark instead of taking the time trying to remember where you stopped. But that didn’t matter, not really, because Wednesday hadn’t been here last week and Nicky couldn’t answer.

He couldn’t answer.

It was easier to read stories than to tell them, you thought while the words rolled effortless off your tongue. Reading gave a different kind of distraction; you didn’t have to recall the times that you no longer had. But as you read the novel, it wasn’t the same. Not that day. You couldn’t shake the comparison of Nicky then and now.

A tear fell from your eye before you could stop it.

“I’m sorry,” you said in the middle of a sentence, “I’m going to get some coffee.”

You stood up and dropped the book into your seat.

“Would you like some?” You asked Wednesday, who simply shook her head once. “I’ll be right back.”

You’re leaving her there.

“Shut up,” you mumbled to yourself as you walked down the hall to the coffee machine.

It was hard to breathe. Your fingers shook, nearly dropping the empty cup you had picked up. You felt like a child trying to steal their mother’s coffee with how many things you were dropping, or shaking, or spilling. A sigh of frustration left your lips as you put everything down and leaned against the counter with closed eyes.

“It’s fine,” you whispered to yourself, “I’m fine. It’s just coffee.” But it wasn’t just coffee, it was everything. “Deep breath in,” inhale, “breathe out,” exhale. “I’m fine.” I’m not. “It’s fine.” I can’t breathe.

With one more slow exhale, you opened your eyes and focused on finishing your coffee. Six packets of sugar, a splash of cream, stir, put the lid on. Simple. You took a sip of the hot coffee and, when it didn’t taste quite as dreadful as usual, you nodded to yourself.

“See? Fine,” you mumbled to yourself again.

The old lady in one of the seats behind you was staring at you with a raised brow. Quite frankly, she could fuck off. It was an ICU ward, everyone was on edge in the stupid building. Why couldn’t she mind her own business anyway, who did she think she was? You gave her a polite closed-mouth smile anyway and walked back to Nicky’s room.

And nearly dropped your coffee when you froze in the doorway.

Wednesday was still sitting in the chair with her back to you, but over her shoulder you could see the book you had put down. Her usually monotone voice displayed inflection that was rarely there. She spoke the words clearly, her voice echoing lightly around the room.

She’s reading to him. You know. Without prompting. Yes, you could see that. She’s interacting. Yes, you could see that as well. Why is she reading to him? A wonderful question. This means she genuinely cares, right? Most likely. Get in there. Right, of course.

Your feet controlled themselves, dragging you over to your chair where you sat down stiffly and just looked between Wednesday and Nicky. She stuttered for a moment, looking up to meet your eyes, before looking back to the book and continuing.

She knows I’m here and she’s still reading. Yes, you could see that, you had eyes. She cares. Yes, it would appear so. She’s treating Nicky equally. So it seems. She looks beautiful. Even more so now. I would do anything for her. Without hesitation.

Oh.

I love her.

—---

Enid and Thing were gone by the time you dropped Wednesday off at her dorm. You had left her with a very uncertain goodnight and a hesitant, awkward kiss on the top of her head. Under normal circumstances she would have demanded an actual goodnight kiss, but she would give you a free pass for now.

But now, late in the evening, Wednesday was alone and finally had time to think. Your actions, your behaviour, your moods, it all made sense. How had you kept such a thing to yourself for so long? Did you not just want to scream and rage? She would have. She couldn’t guarantee she would’ve held it together for so long, especially not on her own.

You wouldn’t have to be on your own either, if she had any say in it.

She sat down at her desk and pulled the crystal ball in front of her. Her parents answered almost immediately.

“You’re calling rather late,” her mother said not unkindly.

“We have a situation,” Wednesday said simply. She waited for her mother and father to give her their undivided attention. “How would you like to help our little bird?”

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams imagine #everyone but her au

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buff-muffin · 4 months

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Random little One piece modern AU thoughts and I guess scenes I had about mainly Luffy

1. Luffy is the best guy to take to karaoke. While he isn’t the best singer he’s also not the worst. However he sings with his whole chest and heart and will sing duets with anyone no matter how lovey or metal. His energy always brought everyone out of their shells he just has a bad habit of singing when it’s not his turn

2. I feel like in a modern AU Luffy would still be friends with a lot of the people he met in series just under different conditions. Like water 7 instead of the mayor almost being assassinated he just. Met him. Like on good terms. idk, maybe Luffy saved tyrannosaurus and now they just exchange animals pics and the occasional “hey I’m heading to insert place where should I go to eat” and Luffy just introduces the Baratie with no heads up to Zeff and Sanji and when Sanji spams the group chat freaking out he just says you’re welcome :D

3. Luffy keeps the contacts of everyone he’s met and keep them under their nicknames. Monster granny, hammock, split head ect. It’s the only way he can remember them after all. When nami had gotten nosy and decided to go through his contacts she obviously asked who tf ice pops was. Imagine her surprise when Luffy confidently answers that it’s the mayor from a few towns over.

4. In a modern AU the ASL brothers were totally still bush kids. Like. Dadan’s (probably community house) was right by the woods and they would have a similar childhood to canon with less killing wild animals. But they also a thousand fucking percent had a Nintendo Wii. Like Ace and Sabo fought tooth and NAIL for player one and Luffy was banished to player three with the dingiest controller known to man (not even the safety strap could protect that thing from getting tossed at the tv) And speaking from my own experience as a younger sibling Ace totally spent a whole summer trying to unlock every character in Mario kart.

5. Law met the straw hats in collage at 2 am when they got kicked out of a bar and he was trying to mind his own business. While they saw him in their intoxicated state and said “you’re my friend now :)” Law was genuinely worried half of them had alcohol poisoning. An hour later he found himself in one of their apartments two of them passed out. One of them throwing up. All while he makes a grilled cheese for Luffy, the so called infamous man on campus who is crying sitting on the floor cause he’s starving. Law stayed the night to make sure none of them drowned in their own vomit and like imprinted baby ducks they have not left him alone since.

6. Luffy has been going to riots and movements for years. He started going with Sabo and Ace growing up when they were teenagers and hasn’t stopped. He also never thought to mention it to any of his friends until they saw him on the news at a protest absolutely fucking SENDING a tear gas canister back at the cops

7. I kinda wanna believe while devil fruits don’t exist in modern AU the character still has quirks semi related to their fruit. Like Robin is just, double jointed everywhere and could bend her arms and fingers in all the worst ways. Luffy can either contort his body to hide in tiny places OR he has stretchy skin. It’s nothing more then party tricks but it is cool

8. Luffy was definitely a gymnastics kid. Not in like. The competing sense. But in like the, one of the adults in his life would drop him off there twice a week for an hour. Did he participate with the other children and learn how to roll? NO! He was flinging himself full speed into giant foam mats and climbing rock walls without a harness. He was a menace to society and he was only taken to blow off some energy and it WORKED. Until he was kicked out.

#you bet your ass I have a list of what every OP character mains in mariokart #if there are spelling or grammar mistakes suck my digital dick #no post time skip spoilers please and thank yall #one piece #one piece au #one piece modern au #Luffy favouritism #luffy #monkey d. luffy #asl brothers #trafalgar law #I know little to nothing about that man yet here I am #headcanon #sorta?#rambles

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velvet-paradox · 9 months

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Ache

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Summary: You get a concussion and poor König is beside himself and the 141 are trying their best to get you to remember. Length: LONG; I am so NOT sorry btw ;) Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, strong language, explicit content, reader has a little freak out, flashbacks, sad boy König, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, detailed smut. Tagging: @synnersaint @isikforyourthoughts @stuckimaginationuniverse @howaboutlunch @pookie90 @undeadfreak47 @pokerfaceftw @dracofxckingluciusmalfoy @panty-h03 @0151imagayone

p.s. I used Google translate for the words below Bis später = see you later Bitte = please Verdammte Scheiße = holy shit

ENJOY!!!

König is worried. Fidgeting in this sterile room, everything is so white and so clean, not a speck of dust on any surface, tidy desks and stiff furniture that begs to be sat on or it'll turn into stone. He paced the room, heavy boots pounding mopped up linoleum.

His gear is still stained, hadn't bothered to wash off the combat. There wasn't any time. He had to get that EVAC out to your location as soon as possible, he'd have to apologize to driver when he found him. He was in a rush and overwhelmed with panic, he didn't truly mean to knock the woman down trying to get you into the back of the van.

But you were in danger, hurt, unconscious.

Those sorry motherfuckers had harmed his precious girl, the only one to make him smile, to make him genuinely laugh. You took him as is, all broken pieces and shattered dreams. You'd fight his demons if you could, you told him so night after night, stroking his head against your chest or stomach.

You were his grounding point. The calm to his storm.

Therefor he couldn't risk you being in this state, a flashbang had knocked you all to the ground, deafening ringing, chaos and bloodshed soon to follow. König didn't realize until the damage was done and the smoke had cleared that you were crumpled against the South wall, completely out with a trickle of blood leaking from your ear.

He made some sort of animal-like sound, it didn't even register that he'd never made that sort of noise before until he reached you, crushing and grabbing your vest to sit you up. Your head was limp like a cloth doll, König was graceful in holding you steady, checking your vitals and manually opening your eyes.

"Come in Actual! I need an EVAC immediately!"

You looked so small in that hospital bed, fragile. Foreign.

He knew you as a hellcat, fiery and hot to the touch. Ready to fight or fuck at any given chance. This version of you made him nervous. Scared him. And Colonel König does not get scared.

He checked his watch again, the rhythm of the monitors you were hooked up to only agitated him further, so that meant more pacing, more worrying his bottom lip that tasted of blood. Skin chewed up raw.

König leaned on the end of your bed making it creak under his weight. He could punch through a wall right about now, gnaw on the fucking plaster, rip off door jams and spit out nuts and bolts. Under his watch this had happened and he would never forgive himself. His eyes watered briefly before he pushed off the bedframe, your head wrapped gauze, shrapnel had made little scratches across your forehead and cheek.

Please be okay my darling girl… I can't much anymore…

König stirred awake, he'd picked up and moved the heavy chair from the window to your bedside, crossing his arms and resting his cheek on them as he watched you sleep. Your steady breathing had matched the heart monitor, smooth and calm and that's what had lulled him to sleep.

His back would fucking kill later but he wasn't too bothered. He'd do anything for you.

You made a weird face and groaned, shifting your shoulders before blinking yourself awake.

König's tank had never been so full with relief. He straightened himself up, touching your hand without the IV in it. "Oh thank God mein liebe; I was so worried. How are you feeling?"

His eyes danced over your face as you wet your lips.

"Like shit. Did I get hit by a fucking truck or what?" Your voice cracked and König was quick to jump up and fill a paper cup that was childlike in his shaking hands. He helped you to take small sips.

"Something like that. Unpredictable flashbangs with do that. Lucky we got out when we did."

"What?" You blinked up at him.

"Flashbangs. You know. Poof!" König made an explosion gesture by his helmet. "Nasty things. Effective, but still very nasty."

"I don't know what that is," you paused then and looked around the room with open eyes, clarity slipping through the cracks as you gripped the cup, brows furrowed. "I don't-- where am I? What am I doing here?"

König touched the top of your bed, concern in his emerald eyes. "My darling Ferret, you were injured in combat. Nothing broken but you were knocked unconcsous, we brought you in as soon as possible. Are you--," König didn't want to hear your answer but he didn't like to mess around the bush. Best to rip off the band-aid. "Do you know me? Do you not recognize me?"

You swallowed as your eyes grew glassy. You shook your head.

"Should I?"

His heart broke.

"It's me. My name is König , I am your commanding officer. You and the boys are-"

"Boys? I have boys? Am I mother?! Whose mother am I?" You screeched and spilled what was left of your water as you tossed off your sheet and began inspecting your stomach.

"No no. Calm down Ferret, you are no ones mother. Yet. I meant the boys of the 141, our company, Captain Price, L.T., Gaz, MacTavish… any o' them ring a bell?"

"No. Oh my God… who am I? König who am I?"

You really started to panic then, crying and kicking off the rest of your blankets, your heartrate was increasing alarming fast. König tried to shush you, calm you down, but it was no use, you just freaked out even more. You gained the attention of the nurses who came bursting into the room, pushing him out of the way as you screamed and tried to pull out the iv.

Chaos. König didn't know what to do and it was all a blur until one of the nurses in burgandy scrubs had grabbed his tac vest, forecefully and dragged him to the door.

"Colonel! Sir! We've got this, you need to leave."

Your shouts of protest were terrifying as you writhed on the bed in confusion and pain. There were too many of them, like ants swarming a downed enemy.

"Sir! Please, she'll be fine. I need you out. Now," König only frowned but took the steps necessary. "Do it for her."

The door slammed shut in his face then and all he could do was stand there and watch the blinds be slid down.

….

König growled and cursed something fierce all the way back to his dorm room, boots heavy and reminding him that much more that he would be going to bed alone tonight. With a huff he kicked his door closed, stripped off his helmet and hood. Piece by piece, he tore his gear angrily off, missing the laundry basket altogether.

His bed protested his weight as he rubbed at his face, aware that his gloves smeared what was left of his grease paint and gun residue. He hung his head, tapping his boots when he steepled his fingers beneath his chin.

He squinted down and grabbed a foreign object just by the end of his bed. Little by little, maroon in color lace looked so small in his hands.

It was one of your fancy bras.

König chuckled at the sight of it, a little light in his pitch dark tunnel. Without shame and without guilt, he fisted the light material before shoving it to his nose. It still smelled like you after several weeks and he closed his eyes.

"Bis später!" Had come from his mouth, waving off Ghost and Sergeant McTavish. He was grateful to be in his space, with his things, able to recharge after spending damn near all of his energy bank. If he were part machine, which sometimes he felt that way with how hard and focused he worked; there would be a flashing LOW BATTERY sign on his forehead.

He sighed against the door frame, barely ducking underneath it when he looked up at some sudden movement. He balked. You, you slinky attractive little devil had slipped past the guards, slunk into his room and into his bed. Growing voices made the big man struggle to get his whole body inside to block out your own, slamming the door behind him. Gloved hands still on the knob.

"Verdammte Scheiße! What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you, what does it look like?" You shrugged as carelessly as you pleased. As drained as he was, he always had enough energy for your antics. A bare arm patted the bed next to you, a coy little smile on your face.

"I thought we've talked about this, no? We need to be careful about us." König said as he sat down, taking his gloves off and setting them on the floor by his nightstand.

"I'm tired of being careful, aren't you?" You grabbed his warm fingers, looking up at him.

"Yes but--"

"But what? Whose gonna' stop you? The big bad ex-KorTac boogeyman with the pretty eyes and enough documented kills to make any Narco envious and not to mention that big ol' hog--"

"Shut your face, right now!" König clamped a hand over your mouth, even though he was smiling behind his mask, bashful but a little boosted by your vulgar description. He didn't need to give the base anymore to talk about.

Your wet tongue startled his palm as you laughed, music to his ears as leaned his body against you.

"Oh come on, I'm surprised it even fits. Damn thing is the size of my arm!"

"It is not, stop that." König scolded you, a failed attempt to keep you quiet even though he was enjoying your praise.

"Oh yes it is!" You chuckled and pressed your sheet covered chest against his arm. "You should probably get a weapons clearance slip for that thing!"

"That's it!" König tackled you on the bed, his gear shifting with his weight, pinning you down. You wiggled and laughed beneath him, he silently asked how'd he get to be the one on top of you, making you laugh, smile. Men like him didn't get pretty things like you. He suspected and believed his old KorTac buddies that he'd end up settling for what he thought he deserved. Pocket lint and a sex doll. Not at all the real body of yours, looking at him like he hung the fucking moon and if he you would only keep looking at him like this, make him feel like he swallowed bees, calmed the anger and wolfish tendencies; he just might try it.

König sat back on his haunches. "How long have you been waiting for me?"

His heart stopped with your cheeky answer. "My whole damn life."

….

He dreamt of you that night. Surprised even to himself that he could calm himself down, even after a long and hot shower. He was exhausted. Scrubbing that same dirt and grime, that filth off his skin that stained your own. Maybe it was the emotions of it all, everything cresting, crumbling like bricks in his hands as you couldn't even remember him.

Maybe that's why he cried.

And maybe that's why he slept so good.

He tucked your bra underneath his pillow before he left his room the next morning, safe keeping and all that. He gave the neatly made bed a gentle pat before catching a ride with some very green, very eager-to-please rookies on a golf cart to the hospital.

"Colonel!" He stopped at the distinct voice of Captain Price, he could practically feel the mans' boots on the definitely needed to be replaced tiles beneath his own feet. "Colonel, I'm glad I caught you, old man-"

"I am not old," König squinted at Price's crinkled eyes, lost in a teasing smile. "In fact, you're older by four years, fifteen days and seven hours."

"How do you know that?" John Price paused.

"I read your file." König shrugged. He had a photographic memory, could remember coordinates from a stint in Kosovo, the delicatessen's not far from Vatican City, the look on your face after your first kiss, what color your toenails were that summer on the West Coast with the rest of the 141.

"Very well, lad. I uh just spoke with Y/N's doctors, she's been sedated, had a bit of a rough night last night, so they said. She's awake but nothing seems to spark her memory just yet."

König bit at his lips, he should've been there with you. The thought of you being alone and afraid, scared to death of all those around you being pumped through with who knows what.

"She'll come back to us big man," Price's hand on his arm was warm and the little squeeze he gave him felt genuine. "I know you two are close; just how close I haven't determined but I assume it's a heartfelt one. One that maybe goes a little more than the base and ranks."

"That's none of your business, Captain." König ground his teeth.

"You're right but I should let you know there's a little bet and a rumor going on that it's beyond professional," König straightened his back at that, shifting his weight. "Don't shoot the messanger, but the pot has gotten pretty full and I like winning."

Price chuckled as he walked away, leaving König to think more than just about you.

Your room is quiet expect for the whirling machine hooked up to your hand, your breathing is smooth when he enters, the steady beat of your heartbeat. He knew you were beloved on base and by all the bouquets of flowers, balloons and 'GET WELL SOON FERRET!' cards that surrounded your bed and side tables, he once again felt lucky to even breathe the same air as you, let alone become bedfellows and lovers.

He felt bad he came empty handed.

Until you rolled your head over to see him, a piss-poor attempt to make himself small.

"It's you." Your voice was a little scratchy and he'd hoped it was from a little nap and not from screaming in the middle of the night.

"Hallo mein-- I mean Y/N," your given name sounded strange in his mouth when he cleared his throat and crept a little more into the room. Your eyes never left him. "How are you feeling now? I talked with Price in the hallway."

"It's strange, I know you said the other day that we know each other and when I'm looking at you, like this, I feel like I should," you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, gears working against you as you laid there, eventually staring up at the ceiling. "I feel like I should know who I am and I don't. I should know you, apparently, but I don't. I don't remember anything!" you whined and palmed your glassy eyes, sniffling and huffing and all König could do was worry and reach out to touch your shoulder. "What if I never do? What if I become somebody else?"

"Don't do that, bitte. Please my dear," his gloved hand grasped your wrist and you let him, let him pull down your hands, locking eyes.

"You're taking a page out of my book and you're going to worry yourself sick. You'll come back to us." To me.

He wished and prayed that you would as he stayed with you for a little over an hour before you grew tired and again on his way to the mess hall and once more before bed.

….

"If you get hurt jus' remember lass, this was yer idea to begin wit'!" Johnny said with a grin, wobbling quite a bit on König's shoulders as he reached out to grapple with your hands.

"You know you're a lot heavier than you look." König grumbled through straight teeth, holding on to the Scotsman's' hefty thighs.

The sun was high that day on the Coast, a well needed and earned r&r retreat for the 141.

"Don't tell me you're backing out already, Johnny!" You teased, fitting your fingers through his as you moved on Simon's shoulders in the water opposite of them.

You looked incredible, wet and sandy, smiling as if you didn't just have someone else's blood on your hands three days prior somewhere in Bolivia. You two hadn't even kissed yet, just a lot of sexual tension and flirty exchanges when no one was looking or listening.

"I'm just lettin' you know wee one, I'm not above playing unfairly now."

"We'll see about that, you ready down there L.T.?"

"Ready when you are, kid."

Game on.

The guys joked about never hearing König laugh before, after your successful best two out of three chicken matches in the ocean. He felt insecure about it, covering his already covered mouth from his hood. Ghost and Johnny drank back to back beers while you saddled up next to him with a turkey sandwich and some fruit.

"I like it."

König looked over at you, sitting extra close in the sand as you dug your feet into the sand, a complimentary red on your toes as they swiftly disappeared and you ate a berry.

"Pardon?"

"Your laugh," you said inching closer so your leg touched his. "I like it. You should do it more often."

König scoffed and stole a grape from your plate, tossing it up in the air. "Say something funny then."

"I wanna' kiss you right now."

He choked on his spit and laughed again, to get König off guard was no easy task and yet you were flying through in fucking technicolor.

"Now that is funny."

"Who said I'm joking?"

As you watched your L.T. and Johnny pack up their truck, you had made sure to wave them off and as they turned out of the parking lot, with that same hand you grabbed the front of König's shirt, leaned up as far as those cute toes of yours could tip-toe and kissed him right on the mouth.

….

" 'ow about this one, we're just outside the Museum of Antioquia in Medellín, does this look familiar at all, kid? Anything abou' it? Anything at all?"

"I mean… that's obviously us. It's pretty foggy still honestly… so no."

"Alright no worries, love. How about this one? The Courtauld Gallery, we just had to go according to you to see your favorite painting."

"Am I an art major or something?"

"No. You just appreciate fine works of art I suppose."

König didn't mean to instantly get hard at Ghost's choice of words. He turned his back to you and your visitors, walking, uncomfortably so, towards the window with his hands behind his back.

You had said those same words to him once.

You two had gotten caught in an ice storm and not just any ice storm either, the kind where wherever you're at… that's where you're going be for the foreseeable future. Luckily for the both of you, the safe house had been recently restocked and insulated, thick plastic on the windows ruffled and protested the pounding wind outside. The freezing cold had slithered its icy tentacles through the cracks around the door making the fire you'd built in the little stove flutter and crack.

You only wore your underclothes, tight black thermals under your gear, frost and snow melting off your boots side by side by the front door. You crouched and added a few logs, eyeing him as he came into the living room with two mugs of tea.

He thought you were excited about the warmth from the cups but you had something a lot hotter in mind.

Thermals littered the floor, your whines and cries for more sang beautifully with the crackling fire nearby. You didn't even make it to the bed.

"Oh God König!" you panted against his shoulder as he rutted against you on the floor, creaking under his heavy weight. His cock fit perfectly once he'd gotten you off on his fingers first, it was proper to make you cum first.

He might be a little ruthless and rough around the edges but the man has manners! He rolled his eyes in pure delight when you arched up into his chest, nipples hard and legs trembling, spread enough to fit his frame between them. "You feel so fucking good. I knew you would-- aha just like that baby, fuck!"

Your head thunked against the floor, König was quick to fit one of his hands beneath it, in case it happened again. He had secretly wished it would, if only he could last a little bit longer. Your wet, gummy walls fought and milked his cock like no other, bringing him back in with a soft hug.

"Yeah? You like that huh? I'm practically devouring you, molding you to-o me." König grunted and groaned something in his native tongue before taking a bite out of your neck, loving it as you grabbed at his arms, his shoulders, his thrusting hips when he soothed it over with his gentler kisses.

"I want it. I want you so bad," he shivered at your words, his cock throbbing and threatening to explode so soon. He couldn't help it! He'd been eager for months to just maybe get a smooch from you and yet here you both are, making love on the floor in some safehouse by a fire. "I can't believe you're inside me right now. Why did we wait so long? It's so fucking good."

You whined and moved your legs higher up his waist, your knees digging into his ribs. König grabbed your leg and brought it up further, changing the angle and hitting something deep, so so deep and primal that you literally shouted his name, eyes wild and mouth agape as if you couldn't believe it was real.

Your neck bent to look at where his cock was disappearing, in and out in great, thick thrusts. Words were lost on you as all that came out of your throat was gasps for breath.

"Guess you like that too, yes?"

"YES!"

König barely had time to chuckle at your shouts, begging for more and more, it was all so hot and erotic and when you came he growled your name. He pulled out just in time to cum along the inside of your thighs, tapping the crown of it into his spend, smearing it around.

"Oh baby… you are a fucking work of art."

….

"What about some fresh air, kid? Might do ya' some good, instead o' breathin' in all this medicinal shit." L.T.'s suggestion brought König back to the present, he made a face and adjusted himself before turning around.

Ghost gave him a shrug. It had been five days after all.

"Yeah. Why not? Can't hurt, right?" You agreed. "Will you come with me?"

"She's talkin' to you, big boy." Simon voiced, startling König into a different position.

"Me? You want me to--"

"Will you?"

Simon smiled and left you to get dressed for the outside world since the accident.

König made sure to cover your eyes once you walked out into the sun, you tucked yourself into his side automatically, mumbling that it was too damn bright. He chuckled and kept you close, an arm around your shoulders as you walked the grounds.

"Can I ask you something?" You were picking at your nail beds, a nasty habit you tried to break your Freshman year of college and miserably failed.

"Shoot."

"Are we like… together? Like a couple? Simon and some of the other guys' made it seem like we're close. Like-- really close. Is that like a rumor thing or should I know something that I don't?"

König stopped, his boots kicking up gravel. "It's complicated. I am your commanding officer. Your superior. That would be inappropriate."

"Is it inappropriate or true?" you asked, stuffing your hands into a well worn hoodie. "Or both?"

König sighed, moving closer to you when a group of four young recruits jogged by. "Both."

You pursed your lips and looked around the busy base. The group of recruits that had given him a ride to see you drove by quickly, giving you both a solid but quick salute while a Staff Sergeant barked orders a few yards away.

"Is it serious?"

König cleared his throat and crossed his arms nervously. "The short answer? Yes. The long answer… is also yes."

You smiled brightly and shielded your eyes once more from the sun and from looking up at him. He swore his eyes crossed with how cute you looked, making that squinty face. You seemed content with his answer and started walking again, asking where you two had met.

"Maybe you should ask Soap about all that. Sorry, I mean Sergeant McTavish. Johnny. He sorta' is the reason for us being, well for us being close." König suggested, moving the bottom of his hood out of the way of a thick spoonful of a Rocky Road milkshake just off base.

"Well I'm asking you." You pointed your own spoon at him, apologizing when a few pieces of chocolate flung onto his forearms across the table. "Sorry."

"No worries. I rather like chocolate." König smiled.

"Tell me. Please? It might trigger something useful." You began to pout and oh no you don't, don't you dare tremble that bottom lip of yours. Oh, he could just lunge across this comically small table, break the umbrella above your heads in half and grab you and just kiss you, tell you how much you mean to him, how this limbo bullshit was driving him crazy!

König wasn't a man known for flowery words, motivational speaking and the like but he knew you so it wasn't out of his comfort to explain in detail how you did in fact meet. He talked and talked, milkshakes long gone, fries gone cold but salvaged for a midnight snack.

Once back on base König stopped in the hallway that splits from rank when you grab his hand.

"Can I come with you?"

"Come with me where?"

You swallow and look around the unusually vacant split. "To your room. Maybe it'll help. I mean, if we're together," you hushed and got closer to his side. "Maybe it'll help."

König smiled beneath his hood, wolfish and he knew how sharp his teeth were against the plump flesh of his bottom lip. "Sure. Come on."

….

"These are little… explicit." You chuckle while fidgeting with an old digital camera in his arsenal. The SD card is almost full, he knows this but he can't risk transferring them to another device. He'd stain his career if he got his tablets mixed up and not so safe or savory pictures of you and him together, were to make the rounds. The last thing this place needs is a scandal.

You tilted your head at one, zooming in and then thrusted it at his chest. "This is… are those… zip ties?"

König took the camera and knew exactly which picture you'd landed on. His mouth watered at the memory.

"Ah yes. This is the night you broke me."

"What does that mean?" You asked and sat down next to him on the bed.

A funny little jolt surged through his belly, warming his cheeks and hands as you two looked at the digital screen.

"Um uh well, I was gone on a mission in Copenhagen, it was only supposed to be a two week set up and recon, I could do those in my sleep but there was some miscommunication on their end and long story short I was gone for almost a month," König explained, thoughtfully looking at himself on the screen. "I used the SAT phone to keep in touch. We'd been together a steady two months before deployment and I didn't get a chance to give you a proper goodbye. So I promised you could have me any way you wanted."

"And I wanted to restrain you?"

"You wanted control over the situation. Over me." And you did. "Wow. I didn't think I was the dominant type. Or that a guy like you would allow it."

König barked out laughing, almost dropping it, which would have been devastating, but he managed to fumble it onto the soft mattress below instead. "Oh mein cutie, you are a terror when you get into one of your moods. Trust me. And to be fair; you've done a lot worse."

König was pleased the security officers left him alone for the night, no more nightly checks and lights out for the older man. He'd paid his dues but sometimes some fresh faced recruit would want all their other supervisors to know they'd checked on everyone, including the Colonel himself and Captain Price just a few doors down.

You'd fallen asleep after going over a handful of more photos, some more tasteful then others. Some cute, your smiling face as he slept with his large, scarred back facing you. Candids of König cleaning one of his weapons, examining knives. Holding hands. Your head on his lap. You fast asleep in one of his ratty old shirts. Obscene ones of just how fucked out he made you, gaping and leaking his spend. A few with just his fingers saturated with his cum.

You looked so comfortable and cute all curled up on his covers, hands tucked under your head. He couldn't help himself and mimicked your position as best he could, wincing and apologizing in a low whisper that he was sorry he kicked your knee. You groaned in your sleep and patted his hand.

König didn't remember falling asleep but he was suddenly incredibly warm, hot even, sweating beneath his hood and t-shirt he shifted but felt he couldn't move. He blinked and caught you holding on to him, damn near piggy-backing him. You mumbled something against the back of his head, fingers twitching and grabbing at the thin fabric.

"…König."

He flinched at the way your voice said his name. Hushed and broken, his attempt to turn around and face you failed and you grabbed him tighter. He touched your hands on his arm.

"Y/N it's ok it's me."

"Oh no… where are you? I can't see-" You whined and jerked around behind him. If only you could hear him, see him, feel him try to calm you down from whatever it was you were dreaming out. König was used to fretting and getting himself all worked up into a lather, this time he did manage to roll over, getting up onto an elbow he held both of your hands in just one of his.

"My love, wake up. If you can hear me, wake up, you can wake up now."

Your face pinched and thrashed, your neck craning at a painful angle as if you were possessed until your eyebrows finally released, your fingers unballing and then you opened your eyes. One at a time. Blinking into the inky blackness of the room.

There was just enough light coming the sunlight above König's bed, the angle nice and gentle on your face. You finally looked at him.

He tried his best to soften his eyes, let you know you were safe and in good hands not in the arms of some stranger, which all of the base had been as of late. He let go of your hands when your jugular jerked.

"König."

"Are you okay now?"

"Where am I?" you asked and he cast down his eyes to the rising and falling of your chest. "Am I still dreaming?"

"No. You're awake now. You can pinch me if you'd like."

He waited for your answer before you reached up and cupped his face, touching the masks' edge, circling around one of the eye holes before tearing up. "I believe you, baby."

Oh. Oh. OH!

"Baby…"

You sniffled and König wanted to pinch himself, make sure he wasn't the one dreaming that you'd come back to him. "I missed you."

"Oh mein liebe, you have no idea how much I've missed you." König surged and gathered you up into his arms, hooking his whole arm between your legs to bring you as close to his chest as humanly possible. He smelled your hair, rubbed his clothed cheek against yours. His hands under your shirt.

"How long was I out?"

Your voice was so light and innocent, sitting on his bed with the covers around your shoulders. He'd fixed you some tea, not the exact way Simon had taught him but close enough.

"Almost a week."

You frowned again and König couldn't help but take your hands in his, assuring you it was alright, that you were in the clear and should definitely seek the med staffs' guidance.

"A week?! Oh my God. I've been banged before but not like that."

König attempted to stifle his laugh, chuckling harder after you whacked his arm. "Bitte bitte, I surrender."

"You better! I've been M.I.A. and you're making fun of me."

Your pouting face was so damn cute König moved in front of you after bouncing his thumb on your bottom lip, holding out his hand. "I'm not making fun of you honey, it's just the way you said it."

"Yeah yeah, wait 'til you get knocked the fuck out and we'll see whose making fun then, hmm?"

"You would make fun of me?"

"In a heartbeat." Your sneer and banter held no weight and the both of you knew that. You were back to your usual self, a little froggy sur but you knew who you were, who he was, where you were and what was going on.

The head nurse in the med bay was excited to see you up and walking around, coherent and well aware of what had happened. She checked your vitals, looked at your eyes, felt around your cranium for any undiscovered lumps or bruising from being knocked back against that cement wall.

You were cleared.

She sent you off with a note and a stern 'now get some rest!'. König bounced his legs while he waited next to you, recognizing that she was the same nurse who had tossed him out that first night. She winked at him before letting you both leave.

"God I have missed you mein cutie, my little precious thing." König sang into your neck once back in his quarters, he hadn't let his hand slip from your hip since leaving the nurses station. He held you hostage in his lap in his bed, petting your face and rubbing your arms.

"How much?"

"So so much," König cooed at you, shivering from your touch as your arms circled around his neck, you snuck your fingers beneath his hood, toying with the strands of hair you could tug on. "More than I crave a hunt, a kill. Man or beast. Nothing satisfies me more than you do, my love."

"I know I've been out of it but… does that mean--"

"Oh my dear thing. Bitte! You think my mind was elsewhere while you were coasting through life? Nein nein nein, I put my needs behind yours."

"You haven't… so you must be pretty bricked up then?"

König tilted his head at that. "Not you getting medically cleared and ready for a good fucking straight away."

"She said to get some good rest, did she not?" You bit your lip and twisted the hem of his mask. "What better way then to make sure I'm fully rested then that?"

"My love… don't poke the bear."

"Is the bear in hibernation?"

He chuckled at that, letting you lean forward, pressing your foreheads together, breathing each other in. "It's summer time my dear… the bears are out of hiding."

Your eyes burned into his, as coy and cool as you tried to play it, all your intentions were naked and clear. "Are you going to be my bear tonight, König?"

….

Now usually when you were in one of these moods König wouldn't even bat an eyelash, click his teeth or spit at the thought of tossing you around, fisting your hair and making you squeal. In turn you'd leave marks and brusies only he knew were there, hidden beneath his gear. But this was different. You were in a delicate state, though medically cleared he wasn't about to go about fucking you senseless.

No. You needed to be handled gently.

So that's what he did.

Shimmying out of his clothes while you did the same, reaching out for him he went down easily, caging you in. You hummed and lifted the base of his mask, hiding beneath it with him, stealing a few chaste kisses before slipping your tongue into his mouth. König groaned and crushed his body into yours.

"Missed you so much, my love." König straightened up on his arms, looking down at you with heart eyes.

"Show me. Show me how much you missed me, baby. Bears give hugs, don't they?"

König chuckled, his hood swaying with puffs of his laughter. "My little play thing, bitte. Please. I am not a bear."

"Sure you are big guy," you cooed and moved to grab one of his hands, ghosting it over your collar, on the ball of your shoulder, settling it palm side down on your chest. "You're my big bear, aren't you?"

Oh hell… he couldn't say no to that face. With a huff he gave in, he'll admit it later that is did warm his heart that you thought of him that way. A protector. A caregiver. He'd been chosen to take care of you and König didn't agree with failure.

After a few more kisses he rolled away from you, shushing you when you whined with the loss of his body heat and weight. He curled himself behind you, easily hefting you up and over so your back was to his front, being very careful of his genitals. He calculated how far apart your legs should be, fitting them over his thick thighs like butterfly wings, making you jerk at the cool air hitting your wet cunt.

König carefully began to grope over your body, humming with delight when your hips wiggled, your toes digging into the sheets, your hands barely holding onto your tits. He teased you first, getting you warmed up, snickering as your breathing became labored, looking down your body as he played you like a professional musician.

"Please baby, please finger me already," you keened and gasped when he cupped your entire mound, feeling it pulse against his fingers. "I need to feel you."

"Ah ah ah. Already begging, what a needy little thing you are my love. Are my hands on you not enough?" König taunted, moving both of his hands to spread you open. You inhaled sharply, both of you watching as his fingers inched closer and closer to your clit.

"O-o f course but-- oh!"

He switched his tactics and instantly shoved his middle finger inside you, knuckle deep.

"Aww poor thing is fucking tight. Almost like the first time, ja? Been without for a week and already so slick," König peered over your shoulder, throbbing when he saw how hard you grabbed at your chest, playing with your nipples at his advancement. "You're so perfect."

"I'm so empty, please König, mein König."

"Empty you say? One finger is not enough for you? Nein nein you can handle another finger perhaps, maybe… three?"

You rolled your head to the side, looking back at him, an almost pained expression on your beautiful face. "Bitte."

"Oh fuck." Not you speaking his language.

You didn't make a sound when another finger plunged deep into your hole, holding himself back from just outright making a sloppy mess of your pussy, soak his fingers down to the fucking wrist. No no, he was going to treat you with kid gloves. Delicate work. He pulled them out to the second knuckle before twisting them back in, stretching you out.

Only then did you crack and keen, bucking your hips to take them in even deeper, finding that precious little spongy spot that drove you wild.

"Oh fuck yeah."

"That's what my little cub needed, ja? Should I go faster, hmmm? Get you all nice and wet to take my cock."

"Yeah yeah yeah," you nodded franticly, still squeezing and pinching yourself while he finger fucked you. "Get me wet baby, make me cum. Wanna' cum for you."

"You always wanna' cum for me. Wait until the rest of that pretty little head of yours comes all the way back, oh my love, the things you're going to remember, one should be so jealous. But I am afraid mein liebeling you will not be drenching my fingers tonight. Oh no."

"But I--"

"Tut tut little thing, you'll get to cum. That is a promise. But you will be coming on my cock instead, now roll over, ja like that, there we go. Look at you, I didn't have to explain what I meant. See, that memory of yours is coming back faster than we thought!"

König spooned you, cuddling you from behind and lifting your top leg up and over his hip while he told you to stay still, hold tight, to listen to him as he began guiding and sliding the already pre-cum slick crown of his cock between the apex of your thighs, against your sex, popping and nudging up against your swollen bundle of nerves.

You begged. Oh did you beg, he'd barely pushed it in when your arm came flying back, grabbing the back of his head, molding it to the back of your neck. When you pushed back on him König had to shut his eyes, lost in the feeling of sinking into you again. Grateful. Thankful. Pleasure bloomed as your pussy did around his thick cock.

"You're so precious like this, little thing. Mein cutie, mein sweeetness." König cupped your jaw and had you look back at him, dancing his hips into your rear, splitting you open just a little more. You hiccupped a gasp, locking eyes as you moved together as one.

"I needed this, oh shit did I need this. Several days without you was fucking torture verdammt, squeeze down like that again, fucks sake." "Is my big bear getting close?" You joked, your giggles turning into moans and curses as you gripped the back of his hood even tighter.

"Is that what you want? Want me to cum inside you, fill up your little hole?"

"Yes."

"Oh! What a filthy little thing you are, wishing to be filled up. You know my love," König slapped your outer thigh before gripping it tightly, your skin sagging with the weight they held and brought you even closer, his trimmed short and curlys getting wetter by the minute stuck to your rear. "You keep begging for it I just might have to hold you down and breed you. How about that, hmm?"

The noise you made made him whine against your neck.

"Goodness! Is that what you want?"

It took a minute for your voice to catch up to your nodding head, swallowing thickly. "Yes! Oh my God that's so fucking hot."

"You like that idea?"

You bit your lip and smiled so innocently.

You were so pretty all he could think about was breaking you in half. For a man of König's size and weight, he's very nimble and can move faster than you can think. He had you on your front in a few seconds, hoisting up your hips, dragging you back just enough. "If that's what you want… tap me if it is too much, my love. Promise me."

"Yes."

He slapped your ass. "That's not what I said."

"Yes! Yes I promise."

König smiled when you moved your head and hair to the side, then gave him a thumbs up.

Any position he was in with you felt incredible, the sounds you made, the obscenities' you called out, the grunts and tangled English weaved with German on his end were perfect. But there was something about fucking you like this he couldn't handle, he knew he had five, maybe six minutes tops before he'd lose his shit and bust his load.

You were practically sobbing at the pace, a literal face down ass up situation as you couldn't hold your body up any longer. The hard slap of skin on skin, you were panting and gripping the sheets in your hands König thought for a moment you might just tear the damn thing in half. When you turned to look at him over your shoulder he damn near came right then. Eyes glassy, eyelashes wet and clumped together, lips pouty and full.

Of course you had to bit your bottom lip at him looking like a holy hell mess.

König shook his head and swore in German, lurching over your back, his sweat keeping him glued to you as he lifted his hood and sloppily kissed you. You cried out when he did, wailing that you were close, that you going to cum. König clumsily reached below you and started rubbing your clit.

"Faster faster, fuck that's it. Oh my… König. Mein König!" Your body dropped as you came, pulsing your gummy walls around him, he was pretty much using you as fleshlight at that point. Your body loose and limber, pliant and soft in the best way possible.

"That's it baby, are you gonna' cum inside me? Don't waste it." You drunkenly laughed, pushing back when you got your voice back.

"Oh I'm not wasting a damn thing, my love." König pulled you back once more, angling himself with one foot on the bed, fucking into you deeper. You were lucky he was still being careful because the intrusive thought of really giving it to you, harshly, harder and pushing your face into the bed was not an option. Not this time anyway. "You're gonna' be a good girl and take what I give you, ja? You want my load so badly, so fucking badly don't you? We're not wasting a drop, anything-- fuck you're so wet baby… anything leaking is going right back in. Understand?"

"Yes! I want it I want all of it. Don't take it out don't take it out." You whined and without him even asking, your had crossed your wrists behind you back, giving up control, submitting.

König wasn't lying.

He did in fact spill inside you, throbbing rope after rope into your cunt. König hung his head, panting, counting his heartbeat before he eased his way out of your hole. Mesmerized by the sight of a glob or two dripping out he slowly and very, oh so carefully guided back into you. You squirmed, sore for sure as he looked you over.

"Are you alright, my love?"

The thumbs up you gave him was all the assurance he needed. He chuckled lowly, the ache he felt for you, warmed him through as he smoothed a hand down your back.

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sluttywonwoo · 11 months

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instead of you [part eighteen] - l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, food poisoning mentions, reader has emetophobia

word count: 3.4k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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“It just looked like you wanted to say something,” Jisung continued.

Minho forced a smile and shook his head again. “Nope.”

“Nothing up there, as usual,” Felix joked, nudging him with his shoulder.

“Very funny.”

“Thanks, I get it from Dad.”

The conversation moved on swiftly as Felix began talking about the arcade he and Minho had visited earlier that afternoon. The food arrived shortly after and you all ate in relative silence, periodically breaking the silence to comment on the meal.

“You want to try some of this, Minho?” Jisung asked, offering a piece of sashimi to his brother with his chopsticks.

“No thanks.”

“I’ll try it,” Felix offered, reaching across the table to steal a piece.

Jisung rolled his eyes, but grinned, turning to you next. “What about you, darling? Do you want to try a piece?”

“Hilarious,” you deadpanned.

“Are you trying to kill your own girlfriend?” Felix joked.

“She wouldn’t die,” he explained defensively, “she’d just get really sick.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself.”

Jisung insisted on paying the tab for you and himself, making an offhand comment about how you were his girlfriend, and his brother was always the one paying for you. You wanted to comment about how old-fashioned that concept was, but you refrained. To be fair, he had a point when he said that Minho was always paying for you- but he was always paying for everyone. He was the one with the budget to do so in the first place.

Either way, it really wasn’t something making a big deal over, at least not in your opinion.

After dinner you walked back to the hotel with the boys and crashed after taking a shower. You actually felt tired enough to be able to sleep through the night regardless of Mingo and Felix’s presence, but unfortunately a good night’s rest just wasn’t in the cards for you.

Almost every hour on the hour you’d be woken up by your best friend getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. You finally asked him about it after the third time it happened, trying to mask the frustration you felt with genuine concern.

“Are you okay?”

He shrugged almost imperceptibly in the dark. “Not feeling very good.”

You frowned even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “What’s wrong?”

“Stomach just hurts,” he said casually, “it’s nothing.”

Your chest tightened with anxiety, not only because you were concerned about him, but because you were extremely squeamish, and he knew that. Your best friend often downplayed his symptoms on your account just so you wouldn’t freak out.

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, positive that he was doing the same now.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

You didn’t believe him, but you’d rather live in ignorance than have the confirmation of what was essentially your worst fear. You rolled over onto your other side and tried to ignore the panic rising in your throat.

Somehow you managed to fall asleep again, only to be woken up a couple more times by Jisung and once by Felix. You weren’t the lightest sleeper, but the Han boys sure as hell knew how to make a fuck ton of noise in the middle of the night.

By the time your alarm went off the next morning you weren’t sure how many hours you had actually slept, but you knew it wasn’t enough.

Jisung looked even worse off. He was paler than usual and the dark circles beneath his eyes were more pronounced. He was already awake when you woke up, sitting upright next to you in the bed.

“What is it?” you asked nervously.

“Food poisoning, I think.”

Your chest tightened again. “Are you serious?’

He nodded. “Felix too. I think it’s just us since we’re the only ones who ate my sushi.”

You sat up and glanced over at his twin brother who was also looking rather pale and clammy.

“And I only had like two pieces,” Felix groaned, clutching his stomach.

“If you need to use the bathroom or get changed my parents said we can get ready in their bathroom,” Minho piped up.

“Wh-what do you mean get ready?”

“For the tour thing we’re supposed to do today.”

“We’re still doing that?”

“I mean, Jisung and Felix can’t go obviously, but the tickets are already paid for and they’re not refundable.”

“But… I can’t leave Jisung,” you reasoned, turning to face him. “You’re sick! I need to take care of you.”

“There’s not much you can do for me, babe,” he pointed out. “I don’t want you to miss out, either. And I know you’d only make yourself miserable here if you stayed.”

You knew he was referring to your… aversion, which he was right about, but you felt guilty just thinking about leaving him here while you went out and had fun. Being alone with Minho was another thing you had to consider. Everything about the plan sounded like a bad idea.

“Are you sure? Because I can stay. I really don’t mind.”

“I’m sure, angel,” Jisung sighed. “This is probably a once in a lifetime kind of thing. Remember when you convinced me to go up the Tokyo Tower? I’m doing the same thing for you now.”

“That only took like an hour!” you protested. “This is an all-day trip!”

“The circumstances are different!”

You sighed in frustration and threw the covers off of yourself as you stood from the bed. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Minho and Felix trade wary looks with each other like they always did when you and Jisung argued in front of them.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“Atta girl.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll hate every second of it.”

“No you won’t.”

“You don’t know me.”

Jisung turned his attention to his older brother. “Make sure she’s not too stubborn to let herself have fun, yeah?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“I can hear you, you know.”

“I know.” Jisung grinned weakly. “And you, go easy on Minho, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, shuffling over to your suitcase to grab a change of clothes.

“I mean it!”

After telling Jisung you loved him and instructing him to try and drink plenty of fluids if he could keep them down, you and Minho gathered all of your things to bring down the hall to their parents’ room to get ready for the day.

“Take lots of pictures!” Jisung called after you both as you walked out the door.

“Get lots of rest!” you shouted back, forgetting that it was still early in the morning and other hotel guests were likely trying to sleep. “Fuck, sorry.”

Minho chuckled as he checked the door to make sure it locked behind you and then led the way to his parents room just a couple doors down.

Dom and Nikki were already dressed and sitting on the bed, out of the way, so that only you and Minho would have to share the bathroom space, rather than all four of you trying to get ready at once.

“How are you two feeling?” Nikki asked, her voice laced with concern.

“We’re fine,” Minho answered for you both. “Neither of us ate any of Ji’s sushi and I guess we got lucky with ours.”

“What did he have?”

“Tuna, I think.”

“Poor thing. I’ll call room service to bring them some soup later, but you two go ahead and get ready. The shuttle will be here to pick us up in about thirty minutes.”

Minho let you have the bathroom first. You got changed and put your hair up before giving it to him. Nikki had you put your pajamas in a laundry sack that was hanging on the door and then you and Minho brushed your teeth in front of the sink together, silently eyeing each other in the mirror.

“What?” you asked finally through a mouthful of toothpaste.

“Nothing!” he mumbled back.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“Because you started it!”

“No I didn’t!”

You paused to spit. “You definitely did.”

“Why would I be looking at you?”

“I-I don’t know!”

“Exactly.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you were staring at me first.”

“I-” he stammered, “I was just staring off into space! I wasn’t intentionally staring at you.”

“Seemed intentional.”

Minho bent over to spit in the sink before responding. “Well it wasn’t.”

You turned on the faucet and rinsed your mouth out, leaving the water running for Minho to do the same.

A knock on the already open door startled you both. It was Minho’s dad, looking at you both expectantly.

“Are you ready? We gotta get downstairs.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you said and quickly splashed cold water on your face. That would have to do for ‘washing your face’.

“Dad, what are we meant to do for breakfast?” Minho asked, following his father into the bedroom.

“We’ll figure it out.”

‘Figuring it out’ ended up meaning stale granola bars from the bottom of Nikki’s purse. You and Minho shared one as you sat squished together on one of the shuttle benches, and Dom and Nikki shared the other one. The bus driver had said that there were vending machines with snacks at the pickup point where you would hop onto a larger bus for the trip to Mt. Fuji.

“Want the last bite?” Minho asked, offering the piece to you.

“No thanks, you can have it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, thanks though.”

Minho shrugged and popped it in his mouth, crumpling up the wrapper and shoving it in his pocket to throw away later.

“You can put your stuff in my backpack if you want,” he continued. “Since I know you usually keep it in Ji’s.”

“Oh, that’d be great, actually. Thank you.”

He unzipped the bag and held out his hand for you to pass him your things. You handed him your wallet, phone, and AirPods, all of which he slid into a pocket on the inside of his backpack before zipping it back up.

The shuttle brought you to a centralized bus station where dozens of coaches were parked and waiting to pick up their passengers. The drivers were standing outside of their respective buses with signs that told you what tour they were leading.

“Be quick,” Dom advised you and Minho. “Mum and I are going to head over to the coach in case they try to leave you behind. Use the bathroom, get food, drinks, and meet us on the bus.”

“Do you want us to get anything for you?” Minho asked.

“Um, grab me a tea or a coffee if they have it, and grab mum one too.”

“What about food?”

“Fruit or trail mix is fine.”

You parted ways and went with Minho over to the cluster of vending machines underneath one of the pavilions. You were immediately overwhelmed by choice. You didn’t even know they made vending machines for half of the products that were being sold. Fresh fruit, umbrellas, condoms… they had thought of everything.

“I’m going to get one of those waffle things,” Minho announced. “Want one?”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Having decisions made for you made life so much easier.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Cool, I’ll put in the order for both of us. What flavor do you want?”

“Wait, you don’t have to do that. I can get my own.”

“I think Jisung would kill me if I let you buy your own,” he said, shaking his head.

It wasn’t the first time Minho had said something like that, and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself thinking about all the times Jisung had slid the bill towards you at bars and restaurants with puppy-dog eyes.

“He doesn’t have to know,” you tried.

“He’d find out.”

“Who’s gonna tell him?”

“Do I need to remind you that I have your wallet?” Minho asked with a smirk.

You sidestepped him and made a grab for the strap on his shoulder, but he dodged you easily and swung the backpack out of reach.

“Nice try.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I want the strawberry one.”

“Was that so hard?”

You didn’t bother responding. Minho bought the waffles and a couple apples from the next vending machine over. While he was distracted you snuck away to the drink machine and used the cash in your pocket to purchase four iced lattes.

It wasn’t long before you were caught, but you’d already fed the bills into the machine.

“What are you doing?” Minho demanded. “Where did you get that?”

“I keep some money in my pocket,” you replied smugly. “Ever since the same thing happened in Paris when I tried to pay for myself.”

You could tell Minho was trying to push down his annoyance, but the tips of his ears were already turning red, giving him away.

“This is for you.” You smiled sweetly and held out one of the cups to him.

He took it begrudgingly, eyes narrowed. “I’m keeping my eye on you.”

The bus was still relatively empty when you and Minho joined his parents minutes later. Minho distributed the food and you gave the other two coffees to Nikki and Dom before taking a seat a couple rows behind them.

Each row had two seats. Minho took the window seat and you sat beside him next to the aisle. You weren’t sure if you should sit next to him, or if that would be weird, but as far as you knew this tour was fully booked and everyone else was a complete stranger to you. Sitting next to your best friend’s brother for three-ish hours on a bus wasn’t the end of the world, even if there was a… weird tension between you.

Minho didn’t seem to think anything of it. He gave you your waffle and your AirPods from his backpack without a word. The bus driver boarded a few minutes later and announced that you’d be stopping by two more pickup points before starting the route to Lake Ashinoko, the first stop of the day.

You ate your strawberry waffle quietly as the coach navigated the narrow streets of Tokyo. It was a little cold, but that was to be expected seeing as it was stored in a refrigerated vending machine.

No one was in much of a mood to talk, save for one or two families sitting in the back. Everyone was seemingly in agreement that it was too early for socialization.

Minho was listening to music with his own headphones and looking out the window, watching the city fly by in a blur of color.

The sun was sitting high in the sky by now. Its rays stretched through the windows and warmed the inside of the bus. The driver had the AC running on high which made you unconsciously lean towards Minho, towards the warmth coming from outside.

“Cold?” Minho asked suddenly, snapping you out of your train of thought.

You hadn’t even realized you were practically encroaching on his personal space. You leaned away from him and averted your eyes in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to smother you!”

“No, you don’t have to- uh,” he paused, knowing he needed to choose his next words carefully. “I have a sweater in my bag if you want to use it as a blanket, or, um, wear it.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m okay,” you assured him.

“I’m not even using it.”

“I’m fine.”

“Y/n…”

He was already unzipping his backpack despite your protesting. You tensed, feeling caught between your feelings and your rationale. You were cold. Minho offering you his sweatshirt was a gesture of politeness, nothing else. Accepting it meant nothing. Not accepting it would be rude and make things weird, right?

Your inner dialogue was so distracting you didn’t even notice that Minho was draping the sweatshirt over your shoulders until you felt the weight of it resting on your chest.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Don’t mention it.”

It wasn’t a surprise that you fell asleep on the ride to the lake. After the shitty night of sleep you’d gotten, it was expected. What was a surprise, though, was Jisung’s mother shaking you awake and realizing you’d fallen asleep on Minho’s shoulder.

“Kids,” Nikki said gently, nudging you and then Minho.

You groaned and blinked your eyes open, confused as to why you were slumped over to the side. And then it dawned on you. You bolted upright, nearly bumping heads with Nikki. Luckily, she had quick reflexes and jumped back before you could give you both a concussion.

“Sorry,” you apologized, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, love. Could you wake Minho, though? We’re at the lake.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Tell him to hurry, we only have a little while before we’re off to the next stop.”

Once she had walked away you turned to Minho who was resting against the window and shook him awake. You weren’t sure which one of you had fallen asleep first, but you had a feeling it was you. Why hadn’t Minho pushed you off? Or woken you up? What had his mom thought when she saw you sleeping on top of her son- the one that wasn’t your boyfriend?

“What’s wrong,” Minho mumbled.

“We’re here.”

“At the mountain?”

“No, dumbass. The first stop is the lake. Were you listening to the tour guide?”

“Listen, I just woke up. Take it easy on me.”

“Well, your parents are waiting for us. They say we won’t be here long.”

You didn’t wait for a response, leaving him there to join his parents outside. The view was beautiful. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and Mt. Fuji stood proudly in the background of the lake, surrounded by green mountains and forests that went on for miles.

But it was hard to enjoy with all of the thoughts about Minho swirling in the back of your mind.

You heard him approach your group, but didn’t turn to acknowledge him.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked once you were back on the bus. “Did I do something?”

“Why did you let me fall asleep on you?” you blurted out.

“I- what do you mean?”

“I woke up and I was sleeping on your shoulder. Why did you let me do that?”

“What do you mean ‘let you’? It just happened.”

“And you didn’t stop it.”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to!”

“Bullshit.”

“It didn’t mean anything,” he argued.

“So if Jisung was here you would’ve let the same thing happen?” He looked at the ground. “That’s what I thought.”

“I swear, I didn’t mean anything by it- it just…” he trailed off.

“It just what?” you pushed.

“It just felt natural, I don’t know!” he finally admitted. “I didn’t even think about it.”

“How is that possible?” you hissed in frustration. You were trying not to raise your voice because you didn’t need the whole bus overhearing your conversation, especially not Minho’s parents.

“I was half asleep when it happened, y/n! You know, you’re the one who fell asleep on me.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

He doubled down. “I never said that.”

“It’s not like I did it on purpose!”

“Didn’t you?”

You looked at him incredulously. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

He raised his chin and chuckled bitterly. “I think you know.”

“Please, enlighten me.”

But instead of doing so he leaned forward, eyes trained on your lips. A familiar feeling rushed to your stomach- a combination of nausea and adrenaline. The same feeling you’d had when Minho kissed you the first time. You knew it was about to happen again, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to lean away. Fuck his pretty brown eyes and cute smile and curly hair-

“You have a freckle on your bottom lip,” he said matter-of-factly, completely dropping the argument you’d just been having.

You swallowed harshly, unsure of how to proceed. “Always have.”

“Never noticed it before,” he whispered, gaze flicking up to meet your eyes. You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. He was only inches from your face. “Tell me if I’m overstepping.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you could barely manage a response. “You’re overstepping.”

“Do you want me to stop? Tell me the truth.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

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royallyprincesslilly · 11 months

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Title: Stake My Claim {One Shot}*

Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader

Warning: Mild cursing, NSFW, Mild Smut, 18+ Mature Content,

Words: 2.4k

Summary: Nope.

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You and Lewis had been keeping your relationship quiet. You both thought it was important to keep things as private as possible to alleviate any outside noise that comes with celebrity relationships that made them complicated. Your lives were already complicated enough neither of you needed the extra pressure. So for the entirety of your relationship, 11 months, you'd remained mum on your private lives. While it was normal for Lewis to keep quiet about anything other than F1, for you, people noticed.

Whenever you were interviewed and asked about anything private, you remained tight-lipped. You didn't want to reveal even the smallest detail because expert internet investigators could piece things together from nothing and come back with a whole theory with receipts. You being tight-lipped tipped a lot of people off that you had someone in your life. Though they suspected you were dating they still had no idea who.

You were careful not to get pictured with Lewis. Careful not to have any pictures leaked of you being at the same place at the same time. You even went as far as to use your look-alike assistant as your body double sometimes to distract the paps so you could make a discreet getaway. You and Lewis had become impressively creative over the months to keep your relationship quiet.

It was a good call because after almost a year you felt closer to him than you'd ever felt to any of your exes. You felt connected on more levels than just physical. You really enjoyed him as a person outside of being your person. You found him interesting, intelligent, funny, genuine, and incredibly kind. There was no aspect of his personality you didn't like. You were so head over heels for this man that you were beginning to freak out a little bit with how perfect things were.

"What are you thinking about so deep that you're not even giving input for dinner tonight?"

You snapped out of it and looked across from you into Lewis' soft eyes that were completely focused on you.

"Huh? What?"

He snorted then shook his head. "Am I boring you princess?"

"What? No. Not at all. I was just thinking," you said reaching for the menus between you that were the top contenders for tonight's takeaway dinner.

Lewis reached over and rested his hand on top of yours stopping you from taking any of them. "Thinking about what? Talk to me."

This was one of the many things about Lewis. He had the ability to recognize when soemthing was off with you and always chose to tackle it head on rather than pussyfooting around it like you often did.

"It's nothing bad. I was just reminiscing about our relationship."

"Uh-oh."

You snorted and softly swatted at his hand. "Stop."

"Should I be worried?"

You shrugged. "Do you think you should be?"

Lewis smirked then leaned back in his chair. "Hell no. I know I'm the man and the best you've ever had. I'm straight."

You snorted loudly. "Boy!"

His smile was like a ray of sunshine. Instantly your belly flipped.

"Tell me I'm not."

You rolled your eyes and decided to fuck with him a little bit. You released an exaggerated sigh.

"Well I don't know," you began.

It was all you got out before Lewis had darted over to you pulling you straight out the chair and flush against him. It was done so quickly, so smoothly that he took your breath away.

"You don't know what princess? Don't know if I'm the man or the best you've ever had?"

His voice was panty wetting deep, so sexy you couldn't speak cause your throat was clogged with desire.

"Hm?"

He'd now maneuvered to the wall and pressed you against it. Lewis dipped his face to your neck sniffed then placed a soft kiss to your pulse point.

"Cause I have all the evidence I need."

He dipped his lips to your breast where you nipple was painfully hard and pressing against the fabric of your shirt, begging for attention.

"Exhibit A," Lewis said before he enclosed your nipple between his teeth.

"Mm."

He moved to your other nipple but swirled the tip of his tongue around the beaded peak.

You released a breathy sigh as your eyes fluttered closed.

"Exhibit B."

The combination of his voice, the heat emulating from him and his touch was making it very hard to breathe let alone think. Lewis raised your hand, laced his fingers with yours and kissed along your arm where goosebumps decorated your flesh.

"Exhibit C," he whispered.

Your eyes met and the spark of fire you saw within his said he was as turned on as you were, but he was enjoying this. You bit your bottom lip and his eyes dipped to them like you knew they would. Lewis came closer bringing his face to yours. Instinctively you closed your eyes in anticipation of feeling his lips. However, his lips never met yours.

"Shall I continue, or do you have enough evidence?"

Your eyes snapped open and saw the amusement bubbling within them. You were completely spellbound by their beauty--his beauty. Lewis must have taken your silence for a challenge because he used his knee to push apart your thigh and keep one of your legs slightly hoisted in the air resting over his knee. It didn't register what his intentions were until you felt the brush of his fingers against your sex.

"Mmmm."

"M-hm. Exhibit D."

Lewis' fingers slowly petted against your sex in downward strokes and with each stroke you whimpered. You couldn't help but imagine those thick digits pushing inside of you over and over until you saw stars and drenched them. The thought alone was making you even wetter. Lewis moaned then lifted his hand so you both could see your wetness smeared across the back of his fingers.

"I rest my case."

You reached between your bodies then gripped the concealed weapon that was pressing into your inner thigh.

"And what about my case? I'm surprised you haven't poked a hole through those pants with this dangerous thing," you teased.

Lewis smirked then licked his thumb before his hand disappeared between you again. The second you felt his thumb swirl around your clit you gasped and nearly blasted off into the ceiling.

"Shiiit," your croaked.

Lewis didn't stop. He kept his eyes on you, changed his direction then sped his movements. Now he was rubbing from side to side and pushing you closer and closer to the edge. When you felt him circle your opening with a finger your body responded by clenching the sliver of his finger was that there.

"Fuck," Lewis whispered.

"Lewis," you plead.

"Yes princess."

"Please."

"Say it."

Rolling your eyes you decided against beating around the bush or playing hard to get.

"You're the man."

He smirked. "And?"

His appendage spasmed in your hand reminding you just what precious cargo you held in your hands. You squeezed tightly until you saw his eyes flutter closed as if they were heavy. Using your thumb you circled the tip teasing him and his sensetivity there. Lewis' jaw relaxed as a rush of breath left him. When you saw his body shake every so subtly you began pumping your hand up and down. Each time you came up your squeezed and each time you went down you twisted using your wrist.

In just a few seconds, Lewis was moaning softly and quickly getting lost in the pleasure you were giving him. When his fingers began their slow torture again you both transitioned to jerking and rubbing each other trying to make the other lose control first. Just when you were sure you had Lewis right where you wanted him, he pushed two fingers into you, sending your head back into the wall.

"Ah, Lewis!"

You were so close you knew you wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer, so you did the only logical thing--decided to pull him over the edge of debauchery with you. As Lewis fucked into you faster and faster, deeper, and deeper you stroked him as if your movements would get you to your orgasm quicker.

"Y/N. Oh princess!"

The way he stretched out the "c”, "e" and "s" in the word in his deep voice was what did it. Lewis rotated his fingers then hooked them and that was it. You screamed out and grabbed his other arm needing soemthing to hold on to you didn't explode into pieces.

"Uuuugh!"

Your hand grew warmer, then you felt wetness. Looking down between you, you smiled when you found the reason why. He'd came right in his pants.

"For fuck's sake. How do you get me in these situations?"

Your smile widened as you beamed up at him. "Because I'm the best you ever had."

Lewis smiled and pecked your lips. "Fucking right you are."

Lewis kissed your temple, "Come see me race on Friday?"

"Ok."

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-Friday-

When you arrived at the paddock you made sure you kept your sunglasses firmly on your face. They were big enough that if you played your cards right your appearance here would go unnoticed just like all your other appearances. As you passed influencers, content creators and fans you did your best to remain inconspicuous. For the most part it worked but you did notice a few eyes that followed you and even a few pointing you out while asking the person they were with if you looked familiar. Before any of them could get a closer look, you always changed your course.

Because of that it took you nearly twice as long to get to where Lewis was. When you got there, you saw him sitting with a few other drivers, Carlos, Yuki, Sergio, and George. They laughed together then the interviewer asked another question.

"We know your perfect cars, but I am sure the ladies want to know your perfect women. What catches your eye?"

The men took turns responding while trying not to be too embarrassed by the question. Most played it coy and gave generalized traits and features but when it came to Carlos he smiled widely.

"Perfect woman? That's easy. Y/F/N & Y/L/N."

Your eyes bugged in shock. The men laughed and he shrugged.

"Just right out with it huh?"

"I mean why not? Shoot your shot. She's gorgeous and I've always been a fan, so I've read a lot about her and seen a lot of interviews and she has such a good head on her. You can tell she's down to earth and humble, a really sweet person, who cares about those around her and is a quality person."

The more he spoke the more touched you felt. You almost let out an "aw". As Carlos continued to gush about you, your eyes slipped to Lewis who sat there with both his hands squeezing his microphone, and his face as stoic as ever. If you didn't know any better you'd almost think he wasn't fazed at all hearing another man--a technical co-worker and rival driver singing your graces and making it known that he had a huge crush on you. Almost.

You could tell. Every so often you saw his eye twitch and watched his grip become lethally tight on the mic. To further confirm his slight annoyance you noted the way he toyed with chewing inside his mouth. He was hating this.

"Yes so if she is watching," Carlos said before he held up his fingers to his ear like they were a phone.

Everyone cracked up but Lewis clenched his jaw. You giggled to yourself as you slipped to the ladies room. After touching up your make up, and a few bathroom selfies posted to your social you walked back out. When you were closer to the Mercedes port you spotted Lewis. As if he felt your presence he spun to face you. A smile spread across his lips as one did yours. You were prepared to give him a subtle wave before you turned and went to your spot to watch the race but were caught off guard when you saw him making his way to you.

With wide eyes you looked around and saw people stopping to point at Lewis, which brought eyes to you. When he did a slow jog to close the remaining feet between you, you had the attention of tens of people. When Lewis got rght in front of you, he dipped down gathered you in his arms and lifted you into the air.

"Hi baby."

He didn't wait for your response, his lips pressed to yours bringing a loud gasp from those watching. As he kissed you, you could hear the loud chatter around you. Everyone was wondering who you were and if you were his girlfriend. Your brain was still stunned into inactivity, but your body responded. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck and kissed him back just as fervently as he kissed you. This was no hello peck, or demure greeting. This was a full-on tease, battle for control, passionate make out session.

When you pulled back and peered down at him, Lewis was smiling.

"What're you doing? I don't remember our hello kisses being a hello make out tongue down my throat session. There are so many people watching."

"I just missed you," Lewis replied.

"Did you now? You sure it wasn't hearing another man gush about me and confess his feelings?"

Lewis smirked realizing you'd seen right through him.

"Aw, is baby jealous?"

Lewis scoffed then shook his head.

"Oh my god. You are. Baby."

He reached up and took your sunglasses off revealing your identity to whoever was watching.

"Lewis!"

"You're mine and everyone needs to know."

"Know what?"

"Know that they don't stand a chance."

You snorted then saw a few of the other drivers watching from behind Lewis.

"Then you better kiss me like I'm yours."

Lewis smiled clearly loving that your petty matched his. When he kissed you again it was filled with heat, need and possessiveness. He turned so those behind him could get a perfect view then let you slide down his body. With his arm around you, he led you back with all eyes on the two of you.

"I think I like jealous you," you teased.

"We'll see if you still like him tonight," Lewis said loud enough for the other drivers to hear as you passed by.

Lewis wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis. You rolled your eyes at his antics. This was your man, and you loved every jealous and petty inch of him.

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thegoblinboy · 11 months

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The Kings Hostage Part Two

He was, wasn't he? Steve Harrington was currently holding Eddie Munson hostage against this wall in a shitty bathroom in an even shittier hospital. Steve's hand was pressed tightly against his mouth and nose, close enough to suffocate Eddie a little as he fights to breath normally. Even with the overwhelming scent of hand sanitizer and rubbing alcohol burning the edges of his nose hair off.

A moment passes as Eddie stays frozen in his spot, hands up in the air in an attempt to show the other that he wasn't a threat. He wasn't sure if it was working, but what he was sure of was the fact that Steve Harrington was currently stoned off his gourd. His eyes were way to wide to be the look of a sober mans, they were also extremely glossy. The glossiest he has ever seen, and he's witnessed a lot of men going on powerful trips in his lifetime. Not even his father had that distanced look when he was under the influence which made this whole situation even more nerve wracking. He has never dealt with any kind of drug that was this strong.

Steve's eyes blink rapidly, having a very long delayed reaction as he finally processes that Eddie was safe. He nods his head, mumbling under his breath before something seems to click. "Oh fuck!" he curses as he stumbles back a little. Hand moving up to his hair, obviously in distress over something as he stares down at the floor. Eddie was too nervous to ask the other what he was freaking out over. He doesn't seem to have to as the other nearly flops over.

Eddie moves as quickly as he can, helping the other slide down to the floor. Back hitting the door of a stall, that was not a very sturdy surface to slide down as it pushed back from Harringtons weight. Nearly causing him to fall backwards and crack his head open on the edge of the toilet seat. "Robin... need Robin. Fuck need to find her before the Russians. Can't let them torture her like me." the others mumbling so bad that Eddie barely understands what he's saying. What he did catch though seemed to be ramblings of a mad man.

"What?" Eddie asks feeling like he was out of the loop of something. Eyes carefully watching the others every move. Not letting one single twitch go past his sight, just in case the other decided that their momentary truce was over.

And fuck. Eddies heart breaks a little when he watches Steve, who was younger than him. Still barely an adult, looks up at him with eyes filled with tears. There was something terribly wrong happening, if Steve truly believes that something horrible was happening to him and his friend. There was no way a simple mall fire could cause so much pain and paranoia in someone who's barely nineteen years old. Slight puzzle pieces seem to click into place.

What happened to Steve Harrington that he was apparently showcasing signs of PTSD? Why was he currently higher than any drug Eddie has ever encountered? Most of which were some form of drug that the hospital had, sometimes stronger with the mix of street drugs. His gut was telling him something was off about all of this.

"My best friend... Best Friend in the entire world. Robin. Need to find her. Can't let her be by herself. She must be so scared." He sniffles rubbing his eyes a bit. As if he was unable to control his emotions as if everything that was once bottled was breaking through.

What shocked Eddie was the fact that the guy seemed to genuinely care more about someone else's well-being than his own. Considering the fact the guy was currently sitting bear ass on the floor. More specifically the men's bathroom floor and god only knows what diseases are forming down there.

"And oh god. Dusty Buns and America." Steves eyes somehow grow even wider, and Eddie can't help but be reminded of a deer. Bambi to be specific. Though he's sure he was going to need a translator soon because not one thing the other was saying was making sense.

Their time seems to be up as Eddie hears the security guard coming back down the hallway. Boots echoing loudly, along with his radio constantly making random noises. And oh fuck, Harrington is starting to shake. Face going white as he starts to ramble out words. Moving and trying to hide in the stall, pulling Eddie along with him. How the other could stand up that quickly was beyond him. Nor did he know the answer to why Steve Harrington pulled him in close in a cramped-up stall.

Chest to chest as Eddie stumbles forward and his hands land on the wall behind Steve to keep his balance. Afraid that he was going to accidentally tackle the guy in whatever messed up world he was currently in. Eddies nose brushes up against the others jaw as Steve looks in the direction of the door. Hands shaking as they grip onto Eddie's 'Diary of a Madman' shirt. Wrinkling the clothing together making Eddie look just as disheveled as Steve.

He's sure that both of their hearts were racing pretty bad, he does know that they were both breathing offlay loud. Eddie could smell the others after shave, even though he could see a few stray hairs on the others chin from where he stood. He snaps back to when he hears the door handle of the bathroom Shangle a bit. He thinks quickly as he shoves himself off the wall, forcefully pulling himself from Steve who had a reasonably tight grip on him.

Eddie doesn't know why he does it. But it feels right. Moving his hands back up he lays them on either side of Steves face. Trying to get him to focus. It was such an intimate thing to do but he doesn't care. He needs the other to focus on him. With whatever was in his system and the guard trying to open the door Steve was barley keeping any focus. Eyes moving wildly, and the other was clearly running off from emotion not logic.

He's careful not to hurt the other with his rings simply cupping both sides of the others face watching the way he turns into Jello under the contact. Eyes still blown and hazy as he's forces to look at listen to Eddie. "Listen, I'll handle this. Why don't you get changed and I'll handle the guard hm? Think you can handle that big boy?" He keeps a cavity inducing smile on as he ignores the door for a second. Keeping his words hushed and calm as he makes sure the other understands what was going on before he even thought of leaving the other out of his sight for a second. When there is some form of confirmation from the other, he gently pats the others face. Careful to not hit any cut or bruise.

He pulls back a moment later, moving and picking the clothes up and giving them to Steve. Who presses them against his chest as his eyes never leave Eddie, not even to glance at the door when keys are heard from the other side. Eddie is quick to pull a cigarette out, lighting it as he takes a puff of it as he unlocks the door before the guard could come in. It's been a while since he's needed to act, but he has gotten in trouble numerous times to know how this should go.

He creaks the door open, pretending to hide the cigarette behind his back. Careful not to catch it on his shirt. He puts a more fake smile on his face compared to the one he gave Steve. Eyes meeting a pair of suspicious blue, glancing over Eddies shoulder in an attempt to see if Steve was with him.

"Sir, you can't lock the bathroom door." His voice is stern. Though Eddie can't take him seriously. He was no Jim Hopper. He smiles tightly about to explain when the other finally gets a sniff of his cigarette. "And you can't smoke on hospital grounds." Eyes pinched together as he starts to work to his walkie talkie. Probably to report it. Before he can Eddie begins to ramble out an explanation.

"I'm sorry, It's just.. I didn't want to leave to far from the waiting room. Didn't even think about the no smoking rule, I'll put it out right now. Promise." He does a thing with his fingers, pretending to cross his heart with his free hand. Now not bothering to hide the cigarette. The guard hesitates, sighing after a moment as he nods his head in understanding,

"Alright, don't let it happen again. It has been a long night, and I'll let it slide." He moves stepping back from the door before asking, "Did you possibly see a patient run by? In a blue gown, brown hair and has his face is pretty much dented in?"

Eddie pushes out his lip out a bit, pretending to be in thought as he shakes his head no. "No, sorry. Wish I could help." he smiles. Before doing something awkward with his hand before they both just awkwardly smile at each other before Eddie closes the door. Waiting for the other to leave before locking it again.

Sighing in relief, he moves to see how Steve was getting along. He really doesn't understand how he got himself into his mess but here he was, standing in front of the stall he left Steve in watching him fight to get a pair of shorts on. That were apparently to tight to on him. Though the gown had been forgotten, laying on the ground as Steve fights with his clothes. Eddie pinches his nose with a groan as he watches how ridicoulous the other looked.

"You know what, who needs pants."

This probably has one more part left to it, I just enjoy the format of writing it into parts and posting when finished. Though the entire thing will be put up on ao3 possibly.

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