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myysaints · 7 months

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saw your requests are open so i’d like to request something! something angsty because this came to me after listening to ‘cherry’ by harry styles :p reader is danny’s ex but they broke up, few months later he’s dating someone else and reader is now in a (new/fresh) relationship with another driver, max/charles i couldn’t decide so i’ll let you do that! ♡ just something angsty like him realizing how much he misses her but she’s moved on and happy 🫶🏼 hope this makes sense? ah, love your stuff btw!!!

thank u anon you're so sweet! and ughhhh this request was IMMACULATE cherry is one of my favourite harry styles songs. wasn't sure if you wanted a socmed fic, if u did lmk and i'd be happy to adapt it into one! but i hope you enjoy nevertheless :)

I, I just miss I just miss your accent and your friends

Daniel stares down at his phone.

What a cruel twist of fate it is that the moment he opened his Instagram, he sees you.

You’re laughing in the picture, your hand looped around none other than Max’s neck. You’re sprawled on the Red Bull driver’s lap, and there’s a giddy grin on both of your faces, Max’s arm wrapped protectively around your waist. It feels bittersweet, seeing that familiar sweet smile of yours, only now it’s pointed at another man.

It’s only one photo in a carousel of others posted by your best friend. Why Daniel still follows her, he has no idea. But he stares at the photograph of you for longer than he’d like to admit.

There’s a shuffling noise from the kitchen, and Daniel’s new girlfriend pokes her head into the room. “Danny, we still going out for dinner?”

Daniel can only stare at her for a moment, too caught up in the memories of you and him to reply.

He knows what he’s doing is wrong. He knows he shouldn’t be leading this poor girl along. He knows that all this relationship is to him is a way to distract himself from what’s really eating at him. He knows that she’s just a replacement for you.

But the quizzical smile his girlfriend sends has his heart aching in guilt, so he manages a feeble nod in response, quickly shutting his phone off and throwing it onto the bed, before making his way to her smiling face.

The guilt eats him alive as he makes small talk with her over dinner. He would never admit it, but sometimes he can’t stand to look at her; to roll over in bed and see someone other than you laying beside him.

Did you know I still talk to them?

Everything changed after Zandvoort.

Daniel was partially to blame, he knew that. The crash in free practice had taken a toll on him, not just physically but mentally. The season in AlphaTauri was his one shot at proving that he still had it in him to be a class Formula 1 driver - to the world, to Red Bull, and to himself.

You were supportive of him all the way. From the moment he entered talks with Red Bull and AlphaTauri to get back into F1, to when he first got in that white and blue car at Hungary, you were always there, by his side.

But Zandvoort changed things. Zandvoort changed him.

He started to push you away. The comments from the media, from fans, from people everywhere, all around him, were starting to get to him. Did nobody believe in him anymore? Was he really not cut out for Formula 1?

Was his time really up?

The weeks of recovery were dark for the both of you. For him, most of it was spent in bed, his mind fuzzy from the painkillers and medicine, too tired and too beaten to do anything. For you, it was utter torture. To see the man you loved, the man whose laughter and mere presence brought so many smiles to those in the paddock, the man who never knew when to give up, look so futile and disappointed? It hurt.

But he hurt you more.

Does he take you walking round his parents' gallery?

It’s funny. Fate, he means. How it has a way of testing him, how it has a way of bringing his mind and him back to you. Always you.

“Has anyone seen Max and Y/N? They were supposed to arrive a while ago, are they late? ”

Instinctively, Daniel turns. It’s almost pathetic really. How just the sound of your name catches his attention and has him whipping around, his eyes searching for you. How you unwittingly made him into your own lapdog.

You aren’t there, though, so he keeps his head down and ignores the questioning look his girlfriend sends him.

In the final few weeks, and perhaps even months, of your relationship, Daniel hadn’t been kind on you. He became bitter, spiteful, even jealous. To him, you just didn’t understand the weight on his shoulder, the pressures he had to face. But how could you? Despite all your protests and pleading, he was shutting you out of his life, bit by bit.

Every time you came over, it ended with screaming matches and you leaving with tears in your eyes. Daily visits from you turned into weekly check-ins. He started to turn his head away from you when you tried to kiss his cheek. Those turned into brusque hand squeezes. His texts, too, became sparse and dry. He recoiled from you when you were around.

He could still remember the heartbreak on your face when he told you he wanted to break up. "It's for both of our own good," he mumbled. "I need to focus on racing. You should have a life outside of me."

It was a bitter end, and to this day, Daniel still regrets not putting up enough of a fight. How stupid he had been, to think that without you, he could give his 100% to racing. How stupid he had been, to think of you as a distraction.

He can’t imagine how stupid he must appear to you now, showing up on Sunday with a new girlfriend on his arm.

Don't you call him baby

“You sure you’re okay?”

You smooth down your dress for the umpteenth time, breathing out a nervous sigh as you smile back at Max, who glances at you in slight concern. His press officer is fussing over the both of you, the paddock entrance looming both terrifyingly and excitingly ahead.

It’s about to be your first public appearance with Max, and your first public appearance at a Formula 1 grand prix since… Well, since your relationship with Daniel ended.

It’s been a rough few months. It took time, getting used to Daniel’s absence. You hadn’t realised just how much of your life had revolved around his being; it became painful to even step foot in the paddock, to even switch on the television to catch up on the latest grand prix.

Even worse was the public scrutiny. You and Daniel had always been open about your relationship, frequently sharing bits and pieces of your life together on each of your social medias. So it was no wonder than when you both stopped posting each other, and when you took down all your posts with him, that fans knew something was up.

Things hadn’t been easy. But Max had made it better. What started as a friendly reaching out turned into a heartachingly romantic and sweet courting, and now, he was your boyfriend.

You smile at Max, reaching up to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. You can hear a flurry of cameras snapping away, and you resist glancing at them, choosing instead to focus on your boyfriend. At your peck, Max ducks his head, as if suddenly shy despite the two of you having dated for going on 3 months now. Still, the small grin on his face tells you all you need to know.

“I’ll be fine,” you say as you slip your hand into his, and give a nod to his press officer. Max’s thumb smooths over your knuckles, and you finally feel yourself relax. You look into his eyes, and in this moment, you know: You’re happy.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, baby.”

We're not talking lately

Everyone notices when you enter the paddock.

Not only because it’s the first time in months that you’ve appeared at a Grand Prix, but because you have Max Verstappen beside you. With his arm around your waist.

“What’s happening?” his girlfriend asks, craning her neck to peer at the paddock entrance. “Did someone just arrive?”

“It’s Max,” a passing journalist calls, as he hastens towards the paddock entrance himself. “With Y/N!”

Daniel can’t help himself. Really, he can’t.

It happens before he can stop himself. He’s getting up and pulling his hand from his girlfriend and his feet are taking himself over to you as if they have a mind of their own. As if they still remember that it's where he’s meant to be. By your side.

The crowd doesn’t part for him. Not anymore. He finds himself standing on the outskirts of the gathering group, watching from afar as you bashfully smile for the many snapping cameras, and cling onto Max a little tighter, as the Red Bull driver nods politely at the journalists swarming you.

“Alright, alright, let us through, please,” he hears Max say, “Let my girl have some space, yeah?”

Something akin to jealousy rears its ugly head.

Then the horde of people are moving, and some are finally beginning to notice Daniel.

“Danny!” “Daniel, over here, please!” “How’re you feeling today, Daniel?” “Daniel, how does it feel that Max is dating your ex-girlfriend?”

The question has him reeling, and he can only stare at the waiting journalist incredulously. What a ridiculous fucking question. He has half a mind to charge at the dickhead and throw a punch that will send the cunt into a coma for weeks-

“Look, mate, leave us alone, yeah? Daniel, how’re you doin’?”

Max claps a good-natured hand on Daniel’s back, steering him away from the throng of journalists and photographers, who groan before turning their attention to Fernando, who’s just gotten out of his car.

Max’s friendliness momentarily stuns him, and all he can manage out is a half-convincing “Good, good” in return. This seems to satisfy Max enough, though, because then he’s smiling and nodding and rubbing Daniel’s shoulders.

It’s at this moment Daniel realises you’re still here.

He glances back at you, trailing behind him and Max.

You’re just as pretty as ever, he thinks to himself. It’s almost as if nothing had changed. Like you’re still the one he walked into the paddock with, like you’re waiting for him to finish a conversation with Max, not the other way around.

You don’t even look his way.

“…so then I told Charles, ‘No way, there’s no way you’re convincing Carlos that!’, and then, you know what he said? Really, it’s hilarious, he-”

Max stops his rambling midway, leaning down to listen to something you whisper in his ear.

“I’m gonna head to the garage first, okay?” Daniel hears you mumble, “I’ll see you later, baby.”

Then Max tilts your head up and presses a kiss on your mouth.

It’s at this moment that Daniel can’t help but feel a little foolish. Actually, more than a little. He feels stupid, downright idiotic standing here with his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. Trying to pretend like everything was alright.

The worst part of it all, is that you don’t seem fazed at all. To you, it’s like he’s just another driver you bump into ever-so-often. You don’t seem to care about him. It’s like he and the weight of your shared history don’t even exist. Like it never did.

The sight of you walking away from him – again – pains him more than he thought it would. He can’t bear to lose you again, not when he’s still so fucking in love with you.

Soo he darts his hand out and grabs your wrist, and you whip around, eyes wide and stunned, and Daniel feels Max halt beside him, watching him intently.

And you’re looking at him now. Finally, you’re looking at him.

His eyes roam yours, trying to find a hint of familiarity, hoping desperately that he’ll find the same yearning and aching he feels for you reflected in your eyes.

“Don't you call him what you used to call me,” he whispers. Pleading with you.

Something in you seems to soften, and there’s a flash of pain in your eyes, but it's one that is quickly replaced with anger.

You wrench your hand from his grip and shove him away, storming off as Max follows you, casting an indecipherable look at Daniel in the process. Daniel watches as Max catches up to you, and he watches as you let him cradle you in his arms.

But it’s not your anger that hurts the most.

It’s the fact that you never once looked back at him.

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madschiavelique · 10 months

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HSUDHDBD!!! I love your work sm and I really enjoy reading it 😭😭 (tears of joy) they're literally works of art and honestly I hope that someday that I'll be better at writing than how I am now :' also a lil request i have in mind is a lil Miguel x Reader sort of thing like,, aftercare after a night of some rough seggs?? That or just taking care of said Reader when they're in any sort of pain (ex; period cramps, dealing with trauma, etc)

OMG THANK U SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAA AND YES THIS YES

i chose to write on miguel taking care of reader when they're on their periods (because i am, endometriosis is hitting hard af DFQZRESG)

summary : Miguel takes care of you when you're on your periods

content warnings : mentions of menstrual blood (reader is on their periods), other than that it's absolute fluff - so sweet you'll get cavities after reading this, afab reader, no use of Y/N word count : 2k

tag list : @fandom-ash

status of my requests according to the date of this post : CLOSED (asks are open though)

Fuck.

You'd woken up in the middle of the night with a terrible tummy ache, a hot, heavy pain felt in your lower abdomen accompanied by an intense hot flush that took over your whole body unpleasantly. You had a good suspicion of what it was, so you got up, trying not to make too much noise, although every movement seemed to give you incredible pain, making you whimper.

Miguel groaned in his sleep as you stood up, bent over as your belly and the low of your back ached excruciatingly. You made your way to the bathroom, which fortunately wasn't too far from your bedroom, each step making you feel as if your thighs were about to separate from your pelvis.

You pulled down your panties, a dark stain soaking the fabric. You sat down, taking the opportunity to really go to the bathroom, and when you wiped, the vibrant carmine color covered the paper.

Fuck. Shit. Son of a bitch.

You had your period, and it was never pleasant. You knew they'd be coming soon, it had been at least three days if not more since you'd started to feel cramps in your lower abdomen and pain in your breasts, the only surprise you had left was when they'd arrive.

And they'd chosen the delightful moment of the middle of the night to wake you up, how thoughtful of them, how generous. You sighed, your panties were full of blood, you had to get yourself another pair, which meant coming back into the room and trying not to make too much noise for Miguel.

You stood up, putting your knickers in the laundry, unable to find the strength to clean them now. You opened Miguel's cabinet, but found no painkillers... You'd forgotten to stock up on painkillers for your period. An umpteenth sigh of desolation took hold of you as you came to pinch the bridge of your nose.

You closed the cabinet door and turned to see Miguel, which surprised you a little. His eyebrows were furrowed, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhaled.

"Something's wrong?"

It had only been two weeks since you'd moved into Miguel's quarters, and before that you'd avoided seeing him when that time of the month came around for you. The smell of your body and what it was expelling must have alerted him to your condition. You inhaled, rubbing your eyes as your belly suddenly clenched and you had to sit back down on the toilet.

Miguel immediately knelt down in front of you as the cramps made you bend double until your forehead touched your knees, completely distraught by your condition.

"Nena, what's going on?" he asked, stroking your back with one hand and your leg with the other. "Please tell me."

You breathed in, trying to articulate as the pain brought you to tears.

"I'm on my periods," you managed to say through clenched teeth.

He said nothing, and you wiped your eyes as you looked down at your knees.

"I'm so sorry I woke you up," you said, trembling as you tried to breathe properly, the wave of cramp easing slightly.

"Hey," he says, taking your chin between his fingers, bringing your eyes to his worried ones, "don't apologize. Just tell me what you need me to do right now."

You looked up at him, eyes moist.

"I need another pair of panties, a pad... I put some here in the closet," you said, pointing to said closet in the room, "and a painkiller for now." you said softly.

Miguel nodded, kissing you gently before standing up.

"Don't move," he said before leaving the room.

It was probably the easiest order you'd ever get from him, if not the nicest. So you just sat there, completely folded in on yourself, waiting.

Miguel returned with one of your panties in hand, opened the cupboard to grab the packet of sanitary pads you'd placed there, and came to kneel before you again, handing you both items.

You took the undies and pulled them down to your ankles, mechanically opening your sanitary towel package and placing it over your underwear. You then stood up in front of him, pulling the panties up over you, sitting back down.

He watched you, his tongue creating a tent in his cheek.

"For the painkiller, I don't have any pills. I only have one that's... peculiar." he told you as he stroked your calf gently.

"Which is?" you asked softly, feeling a little safer from creating stains now that you were carrying something against you.

He said nothing, simply opening his mouth and pointing to his slightly extended canine.

You knew that Miguel had an antidote in the venom he secreted that acted as both a painkiller and a sedative. The latter, come to think of it, would not only allow you to sleep peacefully, but also to feel less pain.

"Bite me, Miguel," you asked, almost desperate for him to bring you any sense of relief.

He inhaled, nodding.

"Open your legs, the closer to the pain the bite the faster the venom will act."

You bit the inside of your cheek, this will be unexpectedly sexy, you thought.

So you spread your legs, moving closer to the edge of the toilet. His warm hand came to rest on your thigh, Miguel coming as close as possible to the inside of it as your hand caressed his hair.

You felt his hot breath on your skin before he bit down. The abrupt sensation of his canines in your skin made you tighten your grip on his hair, but he didn't flinch. He let the venom spread, then retracted his teeth as he ran a gentle stroke of his tongue over both slits, finishing the act with a gentle kiss over them.

"Good," he said simply as he straightened up.

He brought one hand behind your back, the other coming to rest behind your knees, and raising you against him princess style. You brought your arms around his neck, as he led you out of the bathroom.

"I can walk, you know that right?" you smile against him.

"In this state? I won't let you move," he replied.

He led you into your bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. He came to lie behind you, pulling the comforter up over you both as he curled up against you, becoming the big spoon. He placed his hand on your lower belly, the warmth of the latter soothing a little the fire dwelling there.

The venom was also starting to take effect, making you want to sleep again and greatly easing your pain. He kissed the back of your neck and you drifted off to sleep.

You felt so soothed. You'd been dreading a situation like this, but in the end Miguel had reacted perfectly, and you fell asleep much more relaxed.

When you woke up, the antidote was gradually fading from your blood. You were wrapped up in your comforters so snugly that you didn't want to move, and you weren't going to.

You opened your eyes, and on your bedside table were four different boxes of medicine, with a glass of water beside them. Miguel must have got some painkillers for you, and probably not knowing exactly which brand you preferred, he'd taken several.

You smiled, straightening up slightly to sit down and pick up the box you were most familiar with to take a pill and drink it immediately.

"Lyla?" you asked, putting the glass back down.

"Well hello," the little orange pixel cloud materialized before your eyes.

"Is Miguel away?" you asked.

"In truth, he's in the kitchen right now, preparing..." she checked her data, and quoted the name of your favorite dish.

You made a little pout mixed with a smile, Miguel was really taking care of you till the last bits of himself.

You straightened up, placing your foot on the floor as you grimaced. You had to go and change your pad, and although the deal was unpleasant, you got up to go to the bathroom. But first, you made a detour to the kitchen to at least say hello to Miguel.

You arrived in the kitchen, the smell of your dish's ingredients wafting through the air.

"Buenos dias, bebé", you smiled as you entered the kitchen, leaning against the wall.

He turned immediately, surprised not only by your little use of Spanish, but especially by the fact that you were standing. He approached you, smiling gently as he kissed your forehead.

"I told you that I wouldn't let you move," he said, coming over to stroke your hair.

"I just came to tell you good morning," you assured him as you brought your hand to his waist.

He pretended to think, "not a sufficient excuse to move."

"I have to change my pad ?" you offered as another explanation.

"Still not a valid excuse, nena." he smiled before taking you by the waist and raising you against him, his hands resting on your back and thighs as he led you to the bathroom.

You sighed, but couldn't help appreciating the attention he was giving you. He set you down in the bathroom, letting you change your pad, then taking you back into his arms as he led you back into the bedroom.

He laid you gently on the bed.

"Don't move," he said again, "really."

"I won't, I promise." you said, putting your hand on your heart as you covered yourself with the comforter.

He smiled softly, kissing you before standing up and leaving the room. "Lyla," you called again, the cloud appearing once more, "report on Miguel's occupations since waking up." "As good as done, Chief," she smiled as she brought up a small timetable showing each of his activities. "Miguel woke up this morning at eight o'clock, his first demand being to give him as much documentation on menstruation as possible. After reading a number of articles, he asked me questions about what to do for a loved one at a time like this. Subsequently, Miguel went to the various commercial areas of the society where he made several purchases including: a hot water bottle, a whole bag of snacks, a variety of ingredients for lunch, a dozen packets of sanitary pads, and four tablets of different pills to treat the symptoms." You glanced at your bedside table, "Finally, he filed for leave this week. Since his return, he has begun preparing the dish. Shortly afterwards, you woke up."

Your heart clenched with emotion. Miguel had done all this? For your sake? You could feel the tears welling up, the sensitivity brought on by the periods not helping your situation.

Miguel came back into the room, hot water bottle in hand, but noticing your shining eyes and trembling chin, he rushed over to you.

"Is everything okay ? Why are you crying, nena?"

You're the why, you thought, in the most adorable and safe possible way you are the one making me cry.

You threw yourself at him, taking him in your arms and holding him close as hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

"I love you," you whispered against him.

You felt him relax under this revelation, coming to wrap his arms around your back as he pulled you into his embrace.

"I love you too, nena." he whispered as he came to cup your wet cheeks, kissing your lips softly there.

You looked up at him, your eyes tender with love.

"I brought you a hot water bottle," he smiled, showing it to you.

You gave a little laugh, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands.

"Thanks," you grinned as you took it in your hands, its comforting warmth perfect for your body's torment.

"Would you like to watch something? Just tell me what you'd like and I'll take care of it."

You smiled wider, sighing lovingly as you offered to watch one of your comfort movies. He nodded, coming to kiss you again.

These would probably be the best periods you'd ever had, and it was all thanks to him.

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daisygirlwrites · 1 year

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Behind the Wheel

Summary: Times when Ghost's driving (& piloting) gets the team in trouble.

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, injuries and drinking (but not really). Mentions of death. Mentions of throwing up.

Pairing(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader (Platonic), Task Force 141 x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 1,642

Note: No use of (Y/N)

a/n: hey hey! so sorry that this is late! school just started for me and i've been doing job interviews as well. finally got some time tonight to finish this. sorry if the ending felt rushed, my brain didn't know how to word. might post another fic/headcanons this week though! also, thank you so much for 100 followers! and another thanks to @thoughtfullyhauntedchild for inspiration :3

taglist: @bobfloydsgf

Las Almas

Seeing the truck almost brought tears to your eyes. You were exhausted to say the least, also pissed off with Graves and Shepard and even more that you got shot. It was not your day. But during the darkest hour, that running truck was the ray of light you needed.

After exchanging shots with the remaining Shadows in the area, Ghost rams through the blockade without warning. Still sitting up from covering the men in the front, the forward momentum launches you out of the backseat, body moving towards the already broken windshield.

If it weren’t for Soap's quick reflexes, it would have been the second time you’ve been thrown out the window during a mission. Thankfully he grabs the back of your vest to slow you down. But instead of glass, your face hits the dashboard. The pain was blinding white, tears threaten to spill as Soap pulls you back and you cradle your face in your hands.

You missed Ghost’s eyes widened with shock (and slight amusement) as yours was still closed to stop the tears from leaking out. Soap’s eyebrows furrow with concern as he gently tilts your chin up and carefully slides the balaclava down your face, a chain of "owies" leaving your lips.

“Sorry Lass, I’m just gonna feel if it’s broken, okay?”

“As long as you let me whine about it.”

Using his pointer finger and his thumb, Soap makes small squeezes down your nose. You mutter curses as he does so. “Fuck, dammit! Oh Jesus Christ, shit!” Soap mumbles back apologies, keeping his hand steady as the truck drives through the uneven ground. He pulls back, giving your face another inspection.

“Definitely swelling but nothing feels broken to me.” You give him the okay sign. Moving back to your seat, you gently maneuver your mask back on.

Ghost can feel your eyes burning holes on the back of his head. Maybe he did feel a little bad but it really wasn’t his fault that you slammed your face on the dashboard. He just hopes your nose isn’t broken or else he won’t hear the end of it. But still, he kind of apologizes.

Giving you a glance through the rearview mirror, he acknowledges you. “My bad, Sargent.”

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes and feeling like this is the most he’s going to say, you let out an audible sigh.

“It’s cool, LT."

Moscow

Whenever the team goes out after missions, you were almost, if not always the designated driver of the group. It started as a “rookie responsibility” but honestly, you liked taking care of others. It reminded you of your college days, dragging your friends back to the dorm building, feeding them goldfish and water before tucking them in bed and leaving them some painkillers for when they wake up. Now, you do the exact same things but with taller military guys that claim to have high tolerance.

However, tonight’s a little different. Nikolai piloted the team to safety and as a thank you, Price promised to buy everyone's drinks. You initially declined the offer but Soap’s question made you reconsider.

“Don’t you wanna try real Russian Vodka?” He grins at you. He watches you open your mouth before closing it, eyes deep in thought. Sensing your hesitation, Soap looks over to their Lieutenant that was in the back of the group.

“Hey LT, can you drive us back tonight?” Soap shouts at him. Ghost narrows his eyes. “Please? Crash has always driven us back!”

Ghost doesn’t respond but you do instead. “Don’t worry about it LT! I won’t drink tonight, I’ll drive everyone to the hotel.”

Soap lets out a whine, disappointed and even Gaz looked a little bummed. Clearly annoyed, mostly with himself for giving into peer pressure (and not wanting to deal with Soap’s bitching for the rest of the night), Ghost lets out a sigh, “Oi, Crash.”

Watching your head turn back at him, he opens his hand. “Keys,” He demanded. You raise an eyebrow at him, silently asking “Are you sure?” He just nods. Fishing the keys out of your pocket, you toss it towards him.

A few hours and many shots later, the group piles back into the SUV. Nikolai sits up in the front passenger seat, giving Ghost slurred directions back to the hotel, while Soap and Gaz laying passed out in the back row. You and Price are in the middle, him telling you a story from his past and you, not really comprehending, nodding along.

The car makes a slight jump when hitting a bump on the road, the movement not helping your stomach. It’s becoming more frequent now, along with the addition of the sharp turns. Looking away from Price and to the driver in front of you, your brain was slow to process what was going on. The bumps continue, eventually waking the two men in the back seat. Even with your hazy mind, you notice a pattern during the beginning chaos. Slide, bump, slide, bump. Glancing out the window to confirm your suspicions, you watch the tires going over every curb you see.

Ghost was annoyed again. Nikolai’s instructions were sudden, therefore making his movements jerky. The safer option is to slow down but Ghost wanted everyone in bed.

“Jesus, Si. The fuck you haulin’ ass for?” He hears your voice call out. "Fuckin' driving like a teenager, hitting curbs and shit."

“The girl is right. Wouldn’t want the police to show up,” Nikolai comments. As if he had been blessed with the gift of prophecy by Apollo himself, Ghost catches the sight of red and blue lights flashing behind him.

“Oh fuckin’ hell."

Swiss Alps

One of the pilots is dead, the other was putting pressure on their arm that was sporting a gunshot wound, the aircraft itself was spinning out of control and you were panicking. Honestly, everyone was panicking but you’re the only one showing it.

“Oh man, why am I forgetting my training for this?” You questioned, mostly to yourself. Price keeps a tight grip on your shoulders, trying to calm you down from your ramblings. Constant beepings and warnings are heard throughout the helicopter. Gaz, already bracing himself while Soap frantically looks around for anything useful.

Ghost, looking unbothered, shoves the body aside and takes a seat. He glances over at the injured pilot. “You’re going to instruct me to land this thing.”

“Crash landing to be more accurate. Look for big snow piles,” They yell out. Ghost nods, grabbing hold of the cyclic and quickly scans for snow mounds. Finding one that looks big enough, he leads the helicopter towards it. It was supposed to be simple, just crash on the fluffy snow and call it a day. However, trying to stabilize a malfunctioning aircraft wasn’t as easy as he thought. Though, upon seeing the pile of safety, he gives out a breath of relief.

Ghost on and off the field is a machine. So when he completely misses the snow mound, he lets out an audible gasp. Along with the loud beeping, Soap and Gaz join’s your screaming.

“HOW DID YOU MISS?! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU MISS THE-” Your yelling was the last thing he heard before blacking out.

141 Task Force Base

Waking up in the med bay was something he wasn’t expecting, along with being alive in general. The lights were dim, his eyes adjusting his surroundings quicker. Wiggling his fingers, he was relieved to feel them touch the cotton sheets. Unsure of what injuries he had, Ghost slowly lifts his hand up to his face. He lets out a quiet sigh when he feels the familiar fabric of his balaclava. Suddenly his mind races to his team, to Soap, to you.

The last thing he recalls was blurs of trees and everyone screaming.

“Hey! LT’s awake!” A familiar Scotts voice rings out, followed by someone shushing him and what sounds like a slap on the head.

The lights turn a smidge brighter, as if to not hurt Ghost’s eyes. He watches the team walk into the room, looking a little more rough than usual. His gaze lingers on the shortest member of the group. A couple bandages cover her face, along with a frown. Arms crossed and eyes refusing to meet him.

Price explains to him that after the collision, he, Gaz and Soap had to drag you, him and the other pilot out. And also the helicopter exploded. They watch him run a hand down his masked face.

He looks at you again, “You’re pissed.”

You meet his gaze this time, “No shit.”

Sensing some tension, the team spreads out through the room, not wanting to get in the way but also wanting to see you go off on the Lieutenant.

“Your driving sucks ass, LT! Like Cher from Clueless! Hitting curbs like a teenage girl. Holy fuck, my guy.” You start. All Ghost could do was stare at you, more amused than angry. “You almost broke my nose in Mexico with a freaking break check, I threw up in front of police officers- wasting eighty dollars worth of good vodka! And now this!” You point at your face. “My face is all jacked up!”

That last comment made him chuckle, out of all the things you were concerned about, it was your appearance that mattered. He inspects your face, besides having new scars, everything else looks the same. All he could do was shake his head in disbelief.

“Crash, you are such a girl.” He gives you a smile. You couldn’t see his mouth but his eyes expressed it. “I’m just glad you’re alive.”

That comment caught you off guard, feeling heat coming up to your cheeks. You were speechless.

"Also, it really wasn't my fault."

"YES IT IS!"

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d3adbr3inc3lls · 2 months

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hey hey!! can i request a post DLC kieran x a male reader with chronic pain? (specifically in the legs) no one knows reader deals with chronic pain since he kept it secret, so maybe kieran finds reader while he’s going through a flare-up and helps him?

if you’re not comfortable with that i understand, hope this isn’t too specific or anything! have a good day and eat something tasty

Kieran x Male Reader with Chronic Pain | HCs & Drabble

I do apologise if I got anything wrong, I did do some research before writing this to get a better understanding of chronic pain and flare-ups. Also please make sure to take care of yourself !!! Drink some water and have a snack if you haven't done so already, (this applies to everyone who is reading aswell),

Just like everyone else, Kieran was oblivious to your pains, you were always great at hiding them from everyone in order to not risk being treated differently.

For as long as you had them, you could never get used to the burning sensation in your legs, and worst of all painkillers apparently weren't reccomended by some doctors, but seeing as you were in a constant state of distress to the point it affected your daily life, your doctor prescribed you some regular pain medication, hoping to ease the pain enough to let you function daily (they couldn't prescribe stronger pain meds in fear of addictions or possibly other side effects)

Never the less, you always tried to ignore it and spend time with everyone, especially Kieran.

Kieran was your boyfriend, he cared for you deeply, and despite the troubles he had faced before during the time he was champion, you were the first one to welcome him back with open arms.

He always loved that about you, despite how horrible he may have been, you welcomed him back into your life- first being friends, then dating- after he had proved to you that he did change, and he was no longer the cruel and feared trainer, driven by obsession to get stronger rumours have it that an exchange student was the cause, but you never believed it.

Falling to the floor you clutch your leg as you let out a pained grunt. Just like always, it comes out of nowhere, this time you were preparing yourself some breakfast, there was nothing that could've possibly triggered it, you haven't done anything new, there weren't any exams or assignments due that may have added extra stress, there was nothing that could've contributed.

Shifting yourself so that you were now sitting down on the cool tiles of the kitchen, you reached for your phone with one hand whilst the other rubbed at the area where it burned the most, hoping to ease some pain.

Grabbing the small device hastily, you navigate the Blueberry Academy website to file a student absence. Quickly typing away with one hand, the other slipped from your leg and reached into your pocket to grab your much needed pain meds, but something told you that if they didn't help already, there's no way they'd help now.

All you could really do was wait around until it stops, but even then, it could take hours for all you knew, and it scared you.

Trying to massage the pain in your legs, you could feel yourself being close to tears as you place your phone down on the floor so both hands could massage the pain.

In reality, you knew that it may not help much, but you liked to believe that it did. It gave you some hope.

Sighing, you pocketed your phone before slowly getting up, trying to ignore the intense burning sensation in your legs you moved yourself to the bed.

When you were close enough, you threw yourself onto your bed to avoid further walking. Tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you brought your legs closer to your chest, accepting that you can't do much at this current moment apart from wait for it to pass.

Trying to distract yourself, you weakly grab your headphones, pulling them over your ears with your free hand rubbing at your legs as tears roll down your face.

Distant ringing of the bell indicated the start of period one. You would've had math with Kieran as it was day 4. Glancing at your phone, guilt from dipping class without notifying Kieran (as you often did when you were sick) gnawed at you, but you knew he'd understand. If Kieran questioned you, you knew you could tell him that you had a fever and looking at screens hurt your eyes, but even that was a poor excuse for not notifying your boyfriend.

Music helped distract you a bit, but it wasn't enough. Hearing a familiar noise you look up to see that your partner pokémon which had left its ball, looking at you with a worried expression before sitting on the edge of your bed, nuzzling your hand in order to get you to pat them.

Rubbing your partner pokémon's head, you could feel yourself calm down from the initial fear.

Not too long after you heard the familiar bells ring again, indicating the start of the 5-10 minutes you get to walk between classes.

If it was a normal day, you'd be in English with Lacey, -and Drayton the few times a month he does tag along, mostly with the intention to ask something from from you or Lacey- you'd probably continuing reading Pokémon farm and awnsering some questions about it.

"Y/n-"

You almost missed the soft creaking your door made as someone stepped inside.

You wouldn't have noticed the person if it weren't for the painfully loud creaking of two floorboards as the newcomer's weight was moved onto them.

Kieran was there, wide-eyed as he stared at you before quickly closing the door and running over to you,

"Are you okay??"

He asked as he quickly dropped himself onto his knees next to you, gently cupping your face to remove any tears,

"What am I on about, of course you aren't okay," he mumbled to himself before making eye contact with you. The worry in his eyes was prominent as he ran his thumb across your cheekbone,

"Should I run a hot shower for you?"

"Kiki,"

"I could run to the cafeteria to grab you a snack?"

"Kieran,"

"Maybe-"

"Kieran."

Your voice finally snapped him out of his panicked thoughts as he looked at you again,

"I'm fine," You insisted as you attempt to sit up, your legs still close to your body,

"You're not." Kieran frowned as he sat next to you, leaning you on him as he gently ran his fingers through your soft hair, playing with some strands as looked at you, fearing for the worst.

"Please, just tell me what's wrong,"

His tone was so defeated, he hated seeing you in pain, and he'd never forgive himself if he ignored you when you were hurting.

Nervously glancing up at him, you sighed before explaining to him what was happening. He only nodded along, a speck of sadness in his eyes was visible, perhaps it was because you hid the pain and didn't want to tell him about it earlier.

"Y-y/n, why didn't you tell me this before,?"

His voice was soft, almost pained. And it broke you.

"I didn't want to be treated differently because of this,"

Your voice was equally as soft, guilt gnawing at you again.

Kieran let out a soft sigh before running his hands through your hair, thinking of something,

"Well- I could run a bath for you- but concidering that it's your legs, it'd be difficult for you to move. Another idea is something cold- got any frozen peas?"

Quickly returning, Kieran placed the frozen bag onto the affected area before gently lifting you enough to grab the blankets under you.

From one end of the temperature spectrum to the other, you nodded, causing Kieran to slowly got up after making sure you were comfortable enough to be left alone on the bed.

After making sure you were okay -as okay as someone with a flare-up could be- he quickly left to grab the frozen peas in your freezer.

His Hydrapple has been out of its pokeball for a while now, resting at the foot of your bed with the Applin Kieran had given to you when he confessed.

The two mons, alongside your partner pokémon would throw you concerned glances as they talked amongst eachother, with your partner pokémon probably telling them how you don't want to be pitied or treated differently for your pain.

Kieran draped the blanket over your shoulders before sitting down next to you and grabbing the remote.

Leaning you against himself like he did before, Kieran turned on the TV, hoping to find another way to distract you from the burning sensations.

You could feel the frozen bag easing the pain as the cold transferred over to your leg.

Running his hands through your hair, Kieran looked at you, a soft smile painted his face as he saw the lack of tears on your face.

A sign that you were starting to feel better.

"Do you want to watch something dear,?"

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atzaurora · 10 days

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급격한 복통-cramps

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care in the comforts of home

member: Yunho

pairing: fem!reader; 9thmember!reader x idol!yunho

type: imagine (fluff/comfort)

warnings: none

word count: 1.011

a/n: another small imagine I had in my drafts and felt like posting ^^ enjoy and feel free to request!

here's my masterlist!

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The day had started like any other for Y/N, but soon a familiar ache settled in her lower abdomen, signaling the arrival of her period. She tried to push through the discomfort, but the cramps became more insistent, and she knew she needed to take a break. As the ninth member of Ateez, she didn't want to seem weak or burden the others, but the pain was becoming too much to ignore.

Yunho, ever perceptive and caring, noticed her discomfort. During a break from practice, he approached her with a gentle smile.

"Y/N, you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

She hesitated but decided to be honest. "It's just... cramps. I think I need to lie down for a bit."

Yunho nodded understandingly. "Let's get you back to the dorms. You shouldn't push yourself too hard."

Grateful for his support, Y/N allowed Yunho to escort her back to their shared living space. As they entered the dorms, Yunho led her to the couch, helping her get comfortable with a blanket and some pillows.

"Do you need anything? Painkillers, maybe?" he asked, already moving towards the medicine cabinet.

"That would be great," Y/N replied, wincing slightly as another cramp hit.

Yunho returned with the painkillers and a glass of water. "Here you go. I'll be right back; I'm going to run to the store to get you some other things."

Before she could protest, Yunho was out the door. She sighed, touched by his thoughtfulness. She took the medicine and curled up on the couch, hoping the pain would subside soon.

At the supermarket, Yunho moved quickly, determined to gather everything Y/N might need. He picked up a heating pad, her favorite snacks, and a variety of teas that were known to help with menstrual discomfort. He also grabbed some extra sanitary products, just in case.

As he approached the pharmacy section, he remembered to get some more painkillers and vitamins. The pharmacist gave him a knowing smile as he asked for recommendations.

"Taking care of someone special?" she asked kindly.

Yunho nodded with a smile. "Yeah, just trying to make sure she has everything she needs."

"That's sweet of you. Here, these should help," she said, handing him a small bag with a few additional items.

Yunho thanked her and hurried to the checkout, eager to get back to Y/N.

Back at the dorm, Y/N was dozing lightly when Yunho returned, arms full of bags. He set everything down and began to unpack.

"Hey, I've got some stuff that might help," he said softly, not wanting to startle her.

Y/N sat up, eyes widening at the sight of all the things Yunho had brought. "Yunho, you didn't have to do all this..."

"Of course I did," he replied with a smile. "You're important to me, Y/N. Now, let's get you feeling better."

He handed her the heating pad, which she gratefully placed on her stomach. Yunho then made her a cup of tea and brought over her favorite snacks. As she sipped the warm tea, she felt the pain start to ease.

"Thank you, Yunho," she said, her voice soft with emotion. "I really appreciate this."

He sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a comforting hug. "Anytime, Y/N. You know we're all here for each other, right?"

She nodded, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging. In the world of K-pop, where every day was filled with challenges and hard work, it was moments like these that made it all worth it. Surrounded by her friends—her family—Y/N knew she could face anything.

As the evening went on, Yunho stayed by her side, watching movies and chatting to keep her distracted from the pain. His presence was a soothing balm, and Y/N felt a deep sense of gratitude and affection for her friend.

For now, she was content, knowing that no matter what, she wasn't alone. And with Yunho by her side, she felt ready to take on the world.

The next few hours passed in a comfortable haze. Yunho's presence, combined with the heating pad and painkillers, worked wonders on Y/N's cramps. They laughed and talked about everything and nothing, the weight of her discomfort slowly lifting.

At some point, the rest of the Ateez members filtered back into the dorm, their practice session finally over. Seonghwa was the first to notice the cozy scene in the living room.

"Y/N, how are you feeling?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

"Better, thanks to Yunho," she said with a small smile.

The other members quickly gathered around, offering their own words of comfort and support. It was moments like these that reminded Y/N just how lucky she was to have such a caring group of friends.

Hongjoong, always the leader, clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's make tonight special for Y/N. Who's up for a movie marathon?"

The idea was met with enthusiastic agreement, and soon everyone was settled in for a night of fun and relaxation. Yunho stayed close to Y/N, making sure she had everything she needed and more.

As the first movie started, Y/N leaned her head on Yunho's shoulder, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her. She knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, she could face them with her friends by her side.

And with Yunho, she felt especially safe, knowing that he would always be there to take care of her, no matter what.

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palioom · 10 months

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Hi omg I love your work so much I’ve been following your fics every time you post I thank the twitter algorithm everyday for letting your fics get to me 🥹

if you’re taking requests could I request maybe some period sex? Any Pedro pascal character of your choice! :))

Either that or just a fic with LOTS of oral fem receiving? Up to you :))

Can’t wait for your future fics, with or without my requests 🥹

hi! thank you so much for your request! i had so much fun writing this, basically went right to work and just waited a bit to post it!! I hope you enjoy! 🖤

recommended dose of dick

summary: waking up to your period in the morning, you insist that javier still goes to work. when he comes back in the evening, having worried about you all day, he knows exactly how to help you.

pairing: javier peña x f!reader word count: 2.4k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); period sex; period talk; descriptions of blood; unprotected p in v; fingering; javier being sweet as hell

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Cramps.

That’s all she woke up to, that annoying tug in her abdomen and the mild cramps that would certainly get worse as the sun rose higher.

Honestly, she had been expecting it. That weird feeling in her stomach had been bothering her for days now, her breasts had suddenly started to hurt, too.

Still, she couldn’t quite stop herself from snapping at Javier when he woke up in the morning, already finding her in the kitchen, sipping her coffee. Slightly hunched over, a hot-water bottle pressed against her stomach despite the sweltering Colombian heat.

He knew immediately what plagued her, kissing the top of her head as he walked up to her, hearing her grumpy hum.

“Want me to stay home, cariño?” He asked, brushing his knuckles over her cheek. She looked tired and fucking exhausted, worse than he did sometimes after a long chase.

Javier wouldn’t even try to say he understood her pain, because he truly did not. What he knew was that it hurt like hell and not even painkillers seemed to help in the first couple of days. Not for her, at least.

“How’re they gonna catch Escobar if you’re not there?” She responded, looking at him as he poured himself his own cup of coffee. “I think I’ll call in today but you go to work or Escobar is gonna be the least of your worries.”

A small laugh escaped her as she said that, regretting it as a sharp pain shot through her.

He just smiled a little, drinking his coffee.

“You’re not scaring anybody like this, cariño.” He replied, chuckling into his cup as she shot daggers at him over the rim of hers.

All day he spent thinking about her, wondering if she was holding up alright every free minute he got. Javier knew she was tough, she would make it through the day without him somehow.

But he was worried about how she felt. Some months were worse than others, and it ranged from some cramps and back pain to feeling dizzy and sick and barely being able to move.

So once he got off work, later than he had expected to, he drove straight home, taking the chocolates he had picked up before work with him.

She loved them when she was on her period, said it brought her some relief, as long as she didn’t eat too much at once. It was the least he could do for her.

At least in a non-physical way.

Smiling when he walked into their shared apartment, setting the sweets down before finding her curled up in bed, blanket pulled up to her chin despite the heat, eyes closed but not sleeping.

Javier’s heart broke a little, seeing her like this. Hated to see her in pain, tired and exhausted.

Maybe he could help her a little.

Kneeling down in front of her, he brushed some hair out of her face, letting the rough pads of his fingers trace over her temple and down to her jaw. Taking in just how tired she looked, but also how beautiful.

Always so goddamn beautiful, no matter what.

Her eyes opened, bleary as she squinted at him, the smallest smile tugging at the corners of her pretty lips.

“Hey.”

He chuckled softly, thumb brushing over her cheekbone.

“Hey, cariño.” Voice quiet as he spoke, he leaned forward to kiss her forehead, lingering for just a few seconds longer than he usually would. “Still bad?”

She nodded and hummed before she sighed, freeing one arm of her loose cocoon of blankets and reaching out to brush some of his dark hair back, letting her fingernails run along his scalp.

“Been trying to sleep all day ‘cause nothing helps, but I can’t even sleep.”

He wished he had stayed home with her, then he at least could have tried to help her. Even if it was only to bring her things, to cuddle with her.

But as she had said, Escobar would have been nothing compared to her if he had stayed.

“Got an idea how to help the cramps and tire you out.” He said, smirking just a little.

As her brows knit together in confusion, he let out a soft laugh.

It took her a moment too long to realize what he meant, rolling her eyes with a smile as she did.

“God, Javi.”

“Took you long enough to get.” He grinned, thumb still brushing over her cheek. So soft and warm, her soft smile making her cheeks appear so much bigger, making her look adorable. “What do you say, mhm?”

Leaning in, he slotted his lips against hers, hand moving to pull back the blanket she had wrapped herself in. The smallest hum left her, letting him continue as he rolled her onto her back by her shoulder, deepening the kiss as he went.

She immediately felt a different kind of pressure in her abdomen, moaning when his hand dipped into her tank top and squeezed her sensitive breast.

It was like a switch had been flipped, needing nothing more than him between her thighs and his cock inside of her, eternally thankful that he was so nonchalant about the mess of it all.

When he pulled back and got up, she looked up at him confused.

“Just a moment, cariño.” He said, leaving the room.

There was the sound of cabinets opening and closing, then he was back already, towels in hand and having shedded his jacket now.

She laughed when he threw the towels into the bed next to her before climbing on top of her, the pain that followed after making her grunt softly.

“Looks like you really need some relief, querida.” He chuckled, starting to take off her top. Rough, broad hands roamed over the warm and exposed skin before moving to work on her sweatpants next.

“Can’t wait for my recommended dose of dick, guaranteed to relieve any period cramps.” She joked, the smile that graced her pretty face so stunning, even despite the pain she was in. “Been waiting all day for you to deliver it to me.”

“You told me to go to work, querida.” He said, hooking his fingers under the waistband and pulling them down slowly. “Could’ve had it a lot sooner.”

She rolled her eyes, pulling him down to her by the collar of his shirt, kissing him. He felt so warm against her, his hands wandering down to lay over her lower abdomen, right where he knew it hurt the most.

Like it usually did, his hands were almost better than any hot-water bottle when he placed them there.

It brought her some relief, sighing into his mouth as her hands worked on the button of his too tight jeans, needing him desperately.

His hands just never were enough.

She peeled the denim off of him with his help and his shirt followed next, leaving him only in his boxers.

When she gently palmed him, he stopped for just a moment with a soft groan, making her chuckle.

“Fuck, cariño.”

Javier let her continue for a few more seconds before remembering he was supposed to help her, not have her do this to him.

So he moved her hand away, sitting back on his haunches before grabbing the towel. She lifted her hips without a word, biting her lip as he placed it beneath her, then moving to pull off her panties.

She felt so exposed, like every time they did this, even though it was far from the first time he had fucked her like this, his thick fingers already brushing over the inside of her thighs before finding her lips. Pressing two fingers against her sensitive clit, he watched how she squirmed, took in her throaty hum that turned into a drawn out moan.

“Javier, please-” She moaned, rolling her hips against his fingers, her own twisting into the sheets.

Pressure already building as he gently pressed against the swollen bud, knowing she needed more than this, letting them slip lower to her aching hole.

He pressed one inside, slowly, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the mattress below her, his thick finger slowly opening her up, stroking along her most sensitive spots and making her whine.

Eyes closing when he added a second one, pumping in and out of her, curling them into that soft spot that made her see stars, arching her back.

“How’s that feel?” Javier asked, curling his fingers repeatedly until her thighs started shaking and her sounds became breathier, then stopped the motion.

Even like this he couldn’t stop teasing her.

“Feel’s good- fuck, but I need you Javi, please, baby.” She whined, opening her eyes to peer at him, the pressure inside her unbearable as her pain slowly became secondary. “Stop being mean.”

“Mean?” He echoed her statement with a grin, once again curling his fingers over and over, feeling her get closer, hips bucking up and into his motions.

Her orgasm hit her faster than she thought it would, moaning as she contracted around him, coating his hand with her blood, the slick sounds echoing between them as he kept working his fingers inside of her.

“That’s my pretty girl, there you go. Just like that, cariño.”

Pushing her through every last wave as she hummed and moaned and whined, visibly relaxing already as the cramps eased slowly.

But she needed more, reaching for his wrist to make him pull back, seeing his fingers covered in her blood and feeling her face grow hotter at the sight.

There would always be something forbidden about this, like he wasn’t supposed to do this and like she wasn’t supposed to like this as much as she did.

She was happy that he didn’t mind the blood or the mess, wiping it onto the towel before moving to take his boxers off.

Visibly liking this a little too much as well, his hard length pulsing as he hovered over her, hand caressing her neck while he kissed her.

“Getting better?” Javier asked, notching himself against her slick entrance, her legs falling open just a little more.

She hummed in affirmation, smiling. “Still need my recommended dose of dick.”

He chuckled, bending his head to kiss her sternum, his mustache tickling her hot, sensitive skin.

“Yeah, I’ll give you that, don’t worry.” Javier said, slowly pressing inside, groaning against her skin.

Her fingers threaded into his hair, moaning at the feeling of him splitting her open slowly, inch by inch.

It still hurt, but in a strangely good way, feeling just a little uncomfortable as he stilled to give her time, so sensitive.

His mouth made its way up her neck, nipping at her skin as he went, feeling the vibrations of her hums in her throat. Slowly higher up until he found her lips, kissing her so hard it made her dizzy, his hips slowly beginning to rock back and forth.

Her moan was swallowed by his mouth, his tongue finding hers as he pushed back into her, the wet squelch of her pussy only spurring him on.

Over and over, her hands tracing over his broad back, back arching up into her as he kept hitting that spot inside of her, slowly becoming faster as he kept building her up, the pain shrinking down into a mild annoyance at this point.

His body felt heavenly against hers, so warm and solid, feeling his muscles flex and tense, pressing her deeper into the mattress.

“Javi, gonna come-” She choked out as his lips left hers to nip and suck at her neck again, leaving her no time until she tightened around him a second time, whining against his shoulder as her body tensed up.

Wave after wave setting her veins on fire, pushing the pain further away, finally having some peace for the first time today.

“Like that, fuck- Feels good, baby!” She mumbled into his skin as he gradually lost his rhythm, thrusts becoming sloppier.

“There you are, hermosa, fucking pretty girl- Fuck!”

His teeth sank into her neck as he came, pressing himself deep inside of her, the pulsing of her slick pussy drawing him in deeper.

Feeling so tight around him, happy as he noticed her relax underneath him, trembling just a little at the sensation.

He stayed buried inside of her for a while as they caught their breaths, soothing the bite he left, his rough hands smoothing over her hips as he did.

“Dose of dick effective?” Lifting his head to look at her, he caught her smile, drowsy and lopsided.

“Very effective.” She chuckled, cupping his cheeks with her hands, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks. “You’re the best, Javi.”

He hummed, pressing another kiss to her lips before he kissed her forehead, then pulled out of her slowly.

It was amazing how nothing could help but him fucking into her, her cramps gone for the time being.

“Magic dick.” She giggled as he got up to get a wet washcloth to clean them both up, making him laugh as he nudged her knee.

That deep laugh she didn’t get to hear as often as she would like to, his head always elsewhere, occupied with work.

“You need sleep, hermosa.” He said when he was back, already cleaned up himself and now wiping the warm, wet rag along her inner thighs and over her middle. Removing all the blood as carefully as he could. “You should be able to now.”

Finished with his task, he brought the rag back to the bathroom to be cleaned tomorrow.

If she hadn’t been so damn tired he would have dragged her off into a shower, but she was already dozing off as he came back to her, climbing into bed.

Looking so beautiful like this, eyes barely open to look at him, small smile on her face.

He pulled her against him, mindful of the towel, kissing her forehead.

“Maybe you can stay home tomorrow.” She mumbled, eyes drifting shut, feeling incredibly at ease now, slumped against his body. “Give me more of that magic dick.”

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. His hand smoothed over her back, up and down along her spine.

“Sleep, we’ll see about getting you a dose in the morning.”

Her laugh was nothing more than a sharp exhale through her nose before she dozed off, her face finally relaxed and peaceful.

He doubted he could stay home with all that was going on now, but there would certainly be time for a morning dose before he had to leave her.

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chronically-ghosted · 9 months

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Little Monsters

rating: 18+ Explicit

pairing: dieter x f!reader

word count: 5K

summary: A phone call home to your family has you missing them desperately . . . especially your husband, who always knows exactly what you need.

warnings/tags: pregnancy, Dieter has children and is actually a really good dad, director!reader, 1st half is mind numbing tooth rotting FLUFF, 2nd half is straight filth and dieter has a nasty nasty mouth, masturbation, camera/phone sex, slight breeding kink, one single use of ‘Daddy’, if I had an ounce of shame left in me I would not have posted this

a/n: special shout outs go to @spookyxsam for showing me about how babies work and to @lunapascal and @mysterious-moonstruck-musings for talking me off the daddy dieter ledge. this is my first pregnancy fic and i do not know what came over me (she lied, knowing damn good and well what happened to her brain chemistry)

from @yoursoulsunbreakable 's request: Hello sweetie, congratulations on your milestone <3 Here's my request for the little drabble: 5. “Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.” With our precious Dieter and smutty? Hope it'll inspire you 😘

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“Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.”

“Oh, Dieter, I’d – I’d –,”

“Yeah?”

You let out a burst of air from your lips, flopping back against the pillows. “I’d ask you for a foot rub,” you whine into the camera.

He chuckles, the sound a bit garbled through the speakers. He leans forward into the camera, as if trying to see down your body, the angle of the phone against the hotel’s lamp not quite right.

“Is Bravo Baby number three giving you trouble?”

You eye your swelling feet over the steadily swelling bump. Well into your second trimester and the list of shoes in your closet you could still wear is shrinking rapidly. This also happened with your second child and when Dieter made one joke about keeping you barefoot in the kitchen, you nearly threw a butcher’s knife at his head. You stroke the left side of your stomach to preemptively soothe the little brat before they start wailing on that spot all night, sighing into your husband’s sympathetic, pixelated face.

“They’ve been grouchy all day. Tom had to leave me in the car for a bit after we scouted a potential place for the exterior shots to finish taking pictures because somebody was having a grand old time wearing me out.” You narrow your eyes at him through the camera. “As if there was any doubt this was your child.”

This is a constant inside joke between you. Your first kid, a girl, was a beautiful blend of both you and Dieter. His eyes, but your hair, your cheeks, and his nose. He also got to name her – said it came to him after he bought some chocolate and water at the hospital lounge –

“Zelle, Dieter, ‘Zelle’?? Like the money transaction service?”

But you had been too zonked out on painkillers and endorphins to object (you thought it was beautiful at the time), and he signed the papers anyway. Neither of you had come up with a fitting name before then and he swears the instant he held his baby girl in his hands for the first time, it came to him, as if the stars rearranged themselves in the sky with that name. Incurably a romantic at heart – your husband – you found it sweet and also idiotic, but it was too late now.

Your second one, Orion, had his name written down on a post-it note you carried in your purse for months and you made sure to show the nurse when you were admitted. Not that Dieter would intentionally go against the name you had agreed on if the baby was a boy, but there was a slim chance he’d get so caught up in the moment and, with watery eyes, tell the nurse to write something like Mars Bar on the birth certificate.

And, for all that, Orion could have been a carbon copy of you.

The joke started when Dieter picked him up from his crib one night and brought that gurgling little mouth right up to his nose. “Are you sure you didn’t just spontaneously create this one? I don’t see a single hint of me in this little guy.” To which Orion giggled around a drool-damp fist and promptly bopped his father on the nose with it.

“Are you saying you don’t remember what happened the night he was conceived?” You asked with a smirk over your shoulder as you returned some baby bibs to the drawer.

Dieter snorted and slid Orion into the crook of his arm, those onesie-white feet seen kicking over his forearm. “Now Mommy is just being plain silly.”

That was five years ago and you couldn’t exactly deny you were excited for the smell of newborn to be all over your husband again.

“I’ll be glad when we hit the last trimester,” he says, chin propped up on his wrist to stare down at you in his other palm, “so I can wave that doctor’s note in your face when you try to work too hard . . . like you are now.”

You shift onto your side to face him, rolling your eyes. “You only like the third trimester for the sex hormones.”

After spending most of your first pregnancy, and at least half of your second, trying to claw Dieter’s eyes out if he so much as breathed in your direction, he was delighted to find that by month seven, the hellcat who had taken over his wife’s body turned into a needy, whiny little kitten.

Some of the best orgasms of his life come from those months, he swears up and down.

“I’m not going to complain,” he grins, peering down at you from those prescription sunglasses. The Dieter you used to know wore them because he was constantly hungover; your husband wears them because he keeps accidentally misplacing his actual prescription glasses. “All I’m saying is you better be back in time so Daddy can play house with Mommy.”

The shrill cry is heard through the phone, the closed bedroom door, and at least one hallway:

“Is Mommy on the phone?”

Barely a second later, you watch over his shoulder as the door flings open and a wild blur of arms and legs dogpiles Dieter onto the bed. You hear him grunt, the camera flips up to the ceiling, as Zelle and Orion clamor for the phone. Chuckling to yourself, you take up the phone from the bedside table and hold it in your palm as you lean back against the pillows and your children’s faces flash over the small screen.

“Mommy, I made a bug out of noodles and string today.”

“Mommy, I saw a cat that looked like a cow today.”

“Mommy, Daddy’s broccoli tasted funny - you cook it better!”

“Hey!” He lunges for Zelle’s little ankle and pulls her up around her waist as she giggles helplessly.

You can barely see them, Orion’s pudgy little finger over most of the camera, Dieter’s hair and Zelle’s kicking feet visible only in flashes.

“You better go help your sister, Orion!”

Needing no other prompting, he drops the phone against the pillows and leaps onto his father, squealing at the noise Dieter makes. Where Orion got your looks, he had all of his father’s mannerism. You blinked twice when as a toddler Orion’s purposeful pout had looked so similar to his father’s, you wondered if they had practiced it together. Orion is ruthless when it comes to the tickle wars and immediately goes for Dieter’s neck.

“Help!” he chokes, “I’m being overrun by tiny monsters!”

Zelle roars at his hip and Orion howls – he’d be a werewolf for Halloween a third year in a row if the tradition continued. Despite more frequent and loud protests about his poor back, Dieter lunges forward and yanks Zelle under his arm like she’s a football. He does the same to Orion and faceplants with both of them successfully pinned. It’s the oldest trick in the book and you muse what he’s going to do when they are too big to do that to anymore. But, as Dieter likes to say, one colossal nightmare at a time.

“Peace treaty?” His voice is muffled by the blanket.

“Stand and deliver,” they repeat, breathlessly and red faced. He lets them go and the two bodies barely move, grins still plastered to their faces. Cheeks pink, Dieter crawls over and snags the phone.

“See, darling?” he says between heavy breaths, “this parenting stuff is easy.”

“Mommy, when are you coming home?” Zelle pops her head between Dieter and the phone, her cheek pink and her little hands pushing her hair off her face.

“Yeah!” Orion pipes up, crawling over Dieter’s back, hooking his tiny hands over his father’s throat. Dieter’s eyes bug out for a moment before adjusting the five year old’s grip. “Are you done chasing the dragon?”

At that, Dieter snickers and you can’t glare with fire in your eyes like you’d like to so you plaster on an overly sweet smile on your face.

“Rori, we asked you not to say that. It’s a stork, remember?”

Orion frowns into Dieter’s curls. “But I want a baby brother or sister that comes from a dragon’s egg.”

“Yeah, Mom, a dragon baby is way cooler than a stork baby.”

Oh, you are going to kill him.

This was another ongoing joke . . . for Dieter. Orion’s teacher called home one night after Orion proudly announced that his mommy was off chasing the dragon. Understandably concerned about the phrase, she called to make sure everything was alright, only to find out what he meant was that his mother was expecting a new baby and instead of a stork, his father told him that Mommy was going to find a dragon to put a new egg inside her tummy, and then the new baby would eventually pop out from the egg.

This was something you had to relay through the phone to the teacher . . . because Dieter was curled up on the floor, laughing so hard he went mute, tears rolling down red cheeks. This had been his ‘stork’ story for Orion, and apparently unaware of just how impressionable a five-year-old is, told him that Mommy was chasing the dragon for a new egg. Dieter says his greatest regret in his life is that he wasn’t there to see the look on Orion’s teacher’s face.

After that, you (and Dieter once he recovered) tried to alter the story enough so that he wouldn’t accidentally imply his mother was off on a drug binge, but evidently too much stuck.

“I’m meeting with the dragon tomorrow, okay? I’m not chasing after anything. We’re having lunch. Right, Dad?”

“Absolutely.” He nods seriously at Orion and kisses that fat little cheek.

“When is the dragon gonna give you the egg with my baby sister in it?” Zelle asks, matching Dieter on her stomach. Dieter’s confidence manifested perfectly in his daughter; you and him had told her many times that the baby might be a little brother, but she just stuck her nose in the air. “I know it’s a sister,” she said, with a characteristic roll of her eyes.

“A couple more months, baby,” you smile, unconsciously rubbing at your stomach again. Baby Bravo is suspiciously quiet. Not soon enough. “But I’ll be home tomorrow, but you two have to be good for Dad until then, okay?”

Orion nods from Dieter’s shoulder, but Zelle smirks up at her father in a way that is well beyond her six years.

“I promise to eat all of Daddy’s nasty broccoli!”

Dieter’s own impish nature, thrown right back at him. The one solace you found is that your husband might have finally met his match.

He grabs her, flips her on her back, and blows a strawberry on her tummy as she shrieks with glee.

“Alright – that’s it – it’s bath time for all naughty monsters!” He hikes Orion over his shoulder and picks up Zelle by her waist. He glances back over at you, his eyes bright and a giant smile on his face.

You swear every time you see Orion, there’s less and less baby in his pudgy face, his little hands. Zelle is constantly saying and doing things that surprises you with the depth of their awareness and you know it doesn’t all come from you or Dieter.

Your heart actually aches from missing them so much.

“Monsters, say goodnight to Queen Monster–,” more yelling, roaring, “I’ll call you later tonight, okay, baby?”

You nod, your eyes suddenly hot and tight. “O-okay – love you all.”

“LOVE YOU!” The three-headed monster yells in unison as it lumbers out of the bedroom.

You end the call, just before the tears spill. Again on your back, you stare at the ceiling feeling incredibly sorry for yourself when the baby rolls over and kicks you in the ribs.

Hey, I’m here too!

You laugh, a little watery, and you wipe your eyes with your palms. Just get through tonight and you’re home.

“Okay, okay, I’m up. Let’s get ready for bed, would you like that?”

It’s late. You know you should be asleep already, but the shower had taken longer than expected. The phone call with your husband and children lingered in your mind when you turned on the water and stripped down. Your heart was so full to see Orion’s pout and Zelle’s mischievous grin, especially after such a long day on your feet and for all his teasing, Dieter’s own ease and confidence as a father, as well as a husband, left you feeling . . . warm. In fact, your mind’s eye lingers on him in the memory of the call: his beautiful, rich curls – those square black glasses that made him look annoyingly mysterious and so goddamn hot – his biceps flexing as he throws around his children with ease, his shoulders broad and straining against his shirt — his bulging forearm making his triangle tattoo pop – his wedding ring that replaced all the other rings –

The good news is the baby was almost here. The bad news is that you’re suddenly irrationally horny and your all-too-eager husband was a plane ride away.

Entirely naked besides the white hotel robe around your shoulders, you sternly ignore the plush tingling between your legs and try to focus on rubbing in lotion into your legs, your hips, over the old and new stretch marks over your stomach. Your fingers rub underneath the curve of your stomach and accidentally brush the damp curls, sending tiny shock waves up your pelvis. You gasp lowly, freezing, eyes tightly shut, fighting back that wave of arousal.

Goddamn it.

At first you think the ringing is between your ears, your blood rushing hard and fast, and then you realize it’s actually your phone going off.

Daddy Dieter, the screen reads.

You frown at the clock – if it’s late for you, then it’s very late for him. When he said he’d call you later, you didn’t think he meant literally later tonight. Still frowning, you put down the bottle of lotion and answer the phone.

“Dieter?”

“Hey, baby. How’s your night?”

He pulls back the phone and your mouth flushes with spit. He’s shirtless, sunglasses replaced with his actual glasses, that silver earring glinting in the low light. In the center of your bed, he’s propped up on several pillows with his arm tucked behind his head. He has thickened over the years, his chest and shoulders taking on a new weight as if he physically grew into fatherhood — and God, if his bicep was bulging before –

“Dieter –,” your voice is hoarse at first and you have to clear your throat to get anything out of your mouth that isn’t a whine. “Dieter, what are you doing up?”

He shrugs like he’s just been bored at home. “Bath time was easy. Orion wanted just one story and Zelle didn’t put up a fight when I told her it was bedtime and she had to put away the crayons.”

You narrow your eyes. “Did you slip them Benadryl?”

“Wow! No! Did you ever think that maybe I’m just that good of a dad?” He scoffs, mildly offended. And then he smirks. “I told them you’d come home sooner if they were good.”

“Ah, the old Santa Claus trick.” You nod sagely and sit down on the edge of the bed, the movement tugging the robe slightly. “Always a classic.”

“Yeah, I –,” Dieter’s eyes widen, edges going dark. “Are you naked?”

You swallow, his sudden shift in tone causing your thighs to clench. You cross your legs as tightly as your belly will allow, your chin held high.

“I’m in a robe, Dieter. Took a long shower.”

His eyes glitter with interest, the tip of his tongue running on the edge of his bottom lip. “How long?”

Feeling hot and swollen for months now, you flush pink, an overripe peach beneath the slightest pressure of his thumb.

“Dieter–,” it’s a whine but you shake your head. “Please don’t tease. I’m so . . . sensitive right now, and I won’t be home until tomorrow and–,”

“Baby, baby, breathe. I know it hurts.” He sits up, his eyes big and dark. “I remember how wet you get around now.”

Your cunt drools onto the robe below you, thighs sticky, his words ringing in your ears.

“Dieter, don’t –,”

“I know I can’t help you but what if I showed you how to help yourself?”

You whimper, arousal now hot and warm in the pit of your stomach. The strength of it makes your pelvis ache. You know it won’t be the same as him, but his voice, it might be enough. You nod, your heart pounding, hand holding the phone shaking.

“Then lie back, baby.” Dieter purrs and it’s almost like he’s pushing you back with his hands. You shift up the bed, careful to not step on your robe with your heels as you center yourself in the covers. But Dieter’s moving, off the bed, and he’s adjusting something behind his phone.

The baby inside you can feel your heartbeat racing and they turn, uneasy. You soothe them with small circles just above your hips, your lips between your teeth. But that touch on your skin, the look in Dieter’s eyes, you brush lower on your skin and immediately you shudder.

“Baby, please, hurry, whatever you’re doing, hurry –,”

You drop your fingers over your thighs, curling and uncurling, drawing imaginary lines like he does in the mornings against your shoulders and back.

“Just a second, sorry, almost got it.”

Then he steps back, the phone hovering in the air. Dieter sits on the bed and the camera holds the entire bed in view. Dieter is nothing if not a performer, bringing a tripod into the bedroom when he knows you need him the most. He’s so fucking hot.

“Can you see me, baby?”

You nod stiffly. “How do you want me?”

“Whatever way is comfortable,” he smiles and it’s almost as hot as his smirk. Fuck, he loves you so much. You slide the robe off your shoulders, exposing the tops of your breasts as best you can and still keeping your phone up. “Perfect, baby, that’s perfect.”

Your hand drops to your thigh again, dragging your nails up under the swell of your belly and you twitch.

“T-tell me what you would want to do,” you begin, your voice shaking, arousal smooth as it licks up your spine, “if you were here right now.” You feel warm all over, the sheets cool against your calves.

This far away, you can’t see his eyes clear enough to watch them darken entirely, but his low grunt is enough. It’s time for him to perform for his pregnant and insatiable wife.

He slips his glasses off and tosses them onto the bedside table, where they land with a clatter. You can’t even think of scolding him when he lifts his hips and yanks his gray sweatpants down his knees, then to the floor. He’s half-hard as he shuffles back to the pillows, nearly in the same position you are. You shift to match him entirely, needing the immersion to be total and complete. You’d cry if he could actually touch you.

“Are you comfortable?”

You nod again. But Dieter shakes his head, his fingers digging into his thighs. “I can’t see you this far away, baby. I need you to say it. Talk to me.”

He was usually the one vocal enough for both of you, any coherent language impossible with the mess he makes out of you. You can’t imagine what you’re going to sound like, not when you’re this needy and desperate already.

“O-okay, Dieter, I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” You whimper again, trying to restrain from touching yourself before he tells you to. But you’re throbbing, the heat blooming from your cunt rushing to the rest of your body, the baby in you restless. As if mother and child can only be soothed by their father. “Now, breathe, darling, you’re flushed.”

You inhale, the air notching on every bone in your spine, and exhale, your lungs shuddering, eyes shut. “Dieter, please, tell me what you’d –,”

“I’d touch your thighs,” he says with such immediacy, your eyes spring open. He’s got the knee farthest from you bent up, as if putting himself on display, turning his hips towards the camera slightly. His other leg is stretched out long beside him and his left hand strokes his cock. Hair and shoulders backlit from the far lamp, the image of him like this alone — just for you — has your cunt clenching, a moan spilling from your lips. “Touch your thighs, baby.”

You can’t grab as much skin as he does, but you try. You lift your knees, and massage the backs of your thighs, then up to your knees, and back down. You can almost feel his breath on your calves and you shudder. “What else? W-where else?”

“I’ve been thinking about your tits for days,” he groans, the sound strangled, his cock now fully-hard and red. He cups himself, twisting as slow as he can take it. “Tell me what your tits feel like.”

“Sensitive,” you gasp as you draw two fingers across your nipple and squeeze gently. Dieter only uses his mouth now on them, so you wet them with yours and return them to your swollen bud, slowly twisting and pulling.

He’s watching you through the camera, eyes wide, breath sharp when you suck your fingers into your mouth. “Fuck, yeah, that’s right. Get them wet. What are you thinking about?”

“You. Your lips around my nipple, under my breast. Your teeth. They’re so heavy, Dieter.”

His hips jerk under his hand, his fingers moving faster now. You can’t quite hear what he’s muttering, but you catch weak mumblings, “gonna feed our baby”, “yeah, your tits”, the baby” —

“Dieter, please–,”

“Touch yourself with your fingers wet from your mouth. T-t-tell me what it feels like.”

With a relieved cry, you slide your hand down from your tits, over the swell of your belly, and in between your thighs. Wetness clings to the curls, to the curve of your ass, your body so ready to take him, and it locks up when you slip a finger inside.

“So wet. Warm. How many fingers can I put in?”

“One, but – can you already do two?”

You nod, the huff arching into a whine. “Yeah, baby. You have no idea how wet I am. I can slip in two with no resistance.”

“Jesus,” he pants and slows down, his hips rocking of their own accord. “You’ve got me so hard.”

You curl your fingers inside of you, searching for that spot made and found and praised by him. Your folds plump and achy, you twist your wrist, scissor your fingers, but it’s not the same. It’s not the same as his three fingers plugging you up, readying you to take so much of him, it’s enough to ease the sharp ache for a bit. You moan, fucking yourself more. He hears it, sees it, and grunts.

“You can come wherever you want, baby,” he murmurs, his own hand hesitant to match your speed. He tugs on his balls and his toes curl, his neck long and tense. “Fuck, I need your hands.”

“Me too,” you sob, real tears pricking the corners of your eyes. It feels good but it’s not the relief you need. It’s pathetic but you don’t want to stop. You can’t get in deep enough, even if you could get around your big belly. “Dieter, I can’t reach. It’s – I’m –,”

“Breathe, love, it’s okay.” His voice is soothing, calming. The same one he uses when you’re in labor and the sweet honey warmth of it sinks into your bones, easing the panic. You slow, gasping, tears pooling down your temple. Your orgasm is harsh, sunken in the dark, waiting for you to draw it out.

“What can you reach?”

“My clit.”

“Then touch that. Can I see?”

You nod, angle the phone down as you rub that electric nub.

“Oh, fuck, baby. I know it’s frustrating and I know it hurts, but you look so fucking good. So wet for me. Your pussy is perfect, pink, just how I like her.”

“Yeah?” you spin your fingers faster. That hot arousal returns steadily, melting back the resentment towards your own body the longer he praises.

“Oh yeah.” You can hear the slap of skin on the other end of the phone and you can picture Dieter flat on his back jerking himself off to your pulsating cunt and you moan, loudly, tension evaporating from your body. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Tight. I just need a bit more.”

“Me too. Let me see your face, pretty girl.” You turn the camera and gape at the sight on the screen.

Precum drips out of his now-purple cock, his chest flushed and neck sweaty. He’s twirling the head around with his thumb at the pace you’ve set with your fingers against your clit.

“Look at what you’ve done to me. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Can’t wait for you to be home so I can eat you out for hours.”

“I want your cock in me, Dieter,” you gasp, furiously rubbing on your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. Your cunt clenches in time with your thudding heartbeat. “You’re so thick. I wanna feel the stretch.”

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you hard.” The confession is a low snarl, a promise made between the ridges of his teeth. He fucks his fist faster, the noise over his labored breathing obscene. “Gonna put your hands on the headboard, your pussy in my lap and I’m gonna fuck up into you until I fill you full again. Wanna make you pregnant twice.”

Arousal floods your veins, your thighs a gooey mess. You toss your head back, back arching, and you moan as loud as you can.

“Oh– shit, oh, oh, shit–,”

“You’re gonna leak all over my thighs and when you’re done coming so hard you can’t see straight, I’m gonna lick it up all off you, my wife. Mine. My baby. Mine. Fuck, you look so good full of me.”

He’s never this possessive, never angry that he can’t have you but he sounds livid. He fucks his fist, his hips bucking into nothing, his other hand squeezing his thigh so hard his knuckles go white.

You circle your clit one more time and finally — your orgasm crests, your body locking up, your cunt gushing – and it leaves your mouth before you can stop it –

“Oh, Daddy–,”

You hear him gasp as if electrocuted, and you have to drop your phone to steady yourself as the weight of white-hot pleasure explodes across your body. You rock, breath gone from your lungs, mouth open in a silent scream, and everything slams back into you and you gasp, high and loud, every inch of your skin hot and trembling. You don’t realize you’re sweating until you feel it drip off your neck.

All you can hear is Dieter panting from your phone amongst the covers, the sound muffled. Your eyes flutter as the warm waves languish, then curl, and finally, you sigh as the last waves drain out of your body. If you weren’t lying down you’re sure you’d be dizzy.

“Oh my god,” you mutter breathlessly to no one in particular.

“B-baby, you still there?”

You blindly feel around for your phone, arm so weak it’s trembling as you pull the camera towards your face

Dieter looks about as fucked out as you feel. Cock limp and still dribbling, his stomach and chest are covered in cum. He pushes his damp hair off his forehead, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling.

“Holy shit, baby, that was …”

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing your dry tongue, wishing again he was here so he could get you a glass of water. “I hope that wasn’t all of it because I really want you to say all of those things again tomorrow when you’re inside me.”

He groans and adjusts his limp cock. “You say that now but wait until Baby Bravo kicks you in the kidneys. You’ll be feeling a lot less generous towards this,” he gestures aimlessly to his naked body, “then.”

You chuckle. “Let’s just hope for the best. Besides,” you say, groaning a bit as you sit up to wipe the sweat off your neck with the robe, “I’m pretty sure I can have you eating out of the palm of my hand. Now that I know your secret . . . Daddy.”

Dieter groans as you laugh. He shakes his head. “You shouldn’t be so surprised by now when you make me discover new kinks.”

“Mhmm hmm.”

He rolls his eyes as he gets up and picks the phone off the tripod. Holding the phone to his face, he wipes the cum off with his sweatpants before turning his attention back to you.

“How are you? Feel better?”

“Much better.” You stretch and lean back in the bed. If he was here, you’d probably be asking to eat you out, but at least the knife’s edge of desire has dulled. You can at least wait until nap time to jump your husband’s bones.

“Good,” Dieter sighs, satisfied. “I’ll be there to pick you up from the airport tomorrow, okay?”

He always gets like this the nearer the due date comes, as if he can’t stand to see you lift a finger unnecessarily. You smile and nod, never wanting it to be any other way.

“I’ll text you when I land.”

“Okay. Good night, my biggest love. I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, Dieter.” Goddamn hormones, making you cry again.

“Now lemme say goodbye to our little traveler.”

You wipe your eyes with your thumb as you tilt the phone to your swollen belly.

“Good night, Baby Bravo. Can’t wait to have you around.”

And, at the sound of their father’s voice, they stir. Not kick or hurt. Just a tiny foot against your tight skin.

You are officially crying now.

“They said hi, didn’t they?”

You’re nodding, crying, and he can’t see a damn thing. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “They said good night, Dad.”

He’s patient with you as you wipe your eyes, cheeks flushed again.

“Baby, don’t cry, you’re breaking my heart.”

“You’re just a really good dad. And I’m so lucky,” you blubber. “This is it! I’m never leaving to go scouting again. I can’t take it.”

“Mhmm. Let’s revisit that when you’re about two months postpartum and clawing at the walls.”

You laugh with him, your own sticky and goopy. “Fine.”

“Go to bed, love, and for the record, I’m the lucky one. Don’t forget that. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night.” You blow a kiss and he catches it. You roll your eyes. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You stay like that for a bit, cradled by the pillows, and your phone on your chest, thinking about everything from Dieter to the next school picture day, to the next family vacation, and of course, the zillion things you have to get done with work before the baby comes — hopefully all from the home office.

She kicks.

You smile, wondering how you and Zelle both just know it’s a girl. Dieter has his own suspicions, he says, but he’s saving them. Orion would probably be thrilled to have a dragon in the family. You snort, hand over the place where she put her little foot.

“I miss them too, sweetie. And once you’re here, we’ll outnumber those silly boys. Maybe we’ll have to get a dog. You’ll like dogs.”

She’s silent, maybe sleeping, maybe thinking about what the heck a dog is. You smile, turn off the lamp, and peel back the covers. The sheets are cool and soft.

You fall asleep, dreaming of little feet, and hands, and wedding rings.

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Little Pill. | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda picks something up at the store and tests it on you, to your own grave consequence.

warnings: drugging, top!wanda, overstimulation, teasing/edging, forced horniness, fingering, cumstrap

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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She was only searching for ibuprofen—why in the world was the grocery store trying to hide the most common over-the-counter painkillers in the medicine aisle amongst all the more uncommon medicines that people hardly ever bought? Wanda cursed under her breath as she shuffled her fingers quickly across different boxes and bottles, briefly reading the labels before moving onto another in search for the simple pills.

As she was foraging through the wasteland of medicine, she passed her fingers over something that made her freeze and look back at the box of tablets. She slowly took the box from the shelf, looking around the empty aisle to see if anyone was around watching her look at this particular item.

The pills were wholly unneccessary. There was enough lust between you and Wanda that it hadn't died out in the least bit over your time together. Libido pills were the last thing she or you would ever, ever need.

But what if she used them on you…just for fun? She wondered if they really did work, if you would find yourself getting outrageously horny and throw Wanda into a long, passion-filled night. The only problem was that you would never take those kinds of pills.

At least, not knowingly.

An unwitting, devilish smirk crawled onto Wanda's lips as she tossed the pills into the grocery cart.

Wanda offered the service of making dinner for the two of you that night. The Sokovian was an excellent cook, and even better at picking out perfect wines for perfect occasions. That night, there really was no occasion for Wanda bringing you a bottle of some of the most expensive and delicious wine you ever had, besides it being just a sweet gesture of hers.

The redhead settled herself in the chair across from you at the table, casually bringing her own wine to her lips and discreetly watching you over the raised glass with leopard-like eyes. You sipped the wine slowly, licking your lips and pausing to glance questioningly at the deep crimson liquid as you tilted it around in the glass.

Wanda thought maybe you tasted the crushed-up pill in the wine, her swift mind already creating numerous excuses for the strange taste and possibly chalky texture of the wine, but you only hummed in satisfaction. "This is delicious," you said, taking another eager sip to which Wanda only smirked.

It wasn't until after dinner that the pill started to take its effect.

As per usual, you and Wanda were cleaning up the kitchen together. You were washing dishes while she swept the floor, both comfortable in the focused silence besides the distant sound of the TV from the other room.

As you dried a plate and set it down in the drying rack, you glanced over to Wanda. She was cleaning off the dining table now, leaning over it with a rag to wipe the crumby wooden surface. From the angle, she was leaning towards you, keeping one steady hand on the edge of the table as she reached over it, her face turning a light shade of pink from the effort against gravity. You even caught sight of a vein stressing under the skin of her neck.

Something bloomed inside you at the sight. You imagined yourself spread out on the table with her leaning over you just the way she was then, and that instead of her hand pushing a rag against the table, it was holding your throat, and each time she leaned back and then pushed forward again, it wasn't to reach a further spot on the table, but rather to reach a deeper spot inside you.

You turned around and went back to cleaning the dishes, wondering what had overcome you to think such vulgar thoughts that were spawn over the simple sight of Wanda wiping the table. You felt a strange heat flood through you just then, and you brought a dry hand up to scratch the side of your neck.

Wanda noticed you standing still at the counter, scratching your neck and looking as if you had forgotten something. "Baby?" she spoke, and you turned to her. There was a light in your eyes just then, and a lively pinkness in your cheeks and lips. Other than that, there was also a subtly disoriented look on your features.

"Yea?" you breathed, eyes glancing up and down Wanda's figure.

"I'm gonna go reply to some emails that I missed today," Wanda told you with a small smile as she set the rag down on the counter. It was usual for Wanda to do a little post-dinner work, mostly because she was lenient with leaving time for you during the day. You simply nodded and went back to washing the dishes, shamelessly getting a good look of Wanda's sculpted ass before she disappeared into the other room.

Once you were done with your part of your chores, which you half-assed after Wanda left due to a strange restless, impatient feeling inside you, you decided to follow Wanda into her office. You were feeling clingy that night, which wasn't too out of the ordinary, but you usually let Wanda have her space in her office.

"Baby," you lilted as you swung through the open doorway, leaning on the threshold and letting your warm face rest against the cold wood. Your voice came out whinier than expected, and you had this strange uncontrollable feeling swelling up in your stomach.

Wanda looked up at you from the blue light of her laptop screen. "Yes, love?" she asked innocently, but by the way you were subconsciously licking your lips, she knew the pill was settling into your bloodstream.

You weren't sure what you had even gone in there for other than that your feet led the way of your head, and that you wanted some attention from your wife even though she was always plentiful in giving that to you. Wanda leaned back in her chair and watched you curiously as you tiptoed around her chair and hugged her shoulders.

"Whatcha doooooin'?" you sang as Wanda held your wrists that were loosely latched at her sternum. You nuzzled your face against her ear, inhaling the lovely scent of her perfume.

Wanda chuckled and replied, "Catching up on emails, like I told you."

You hummed, loving the way you could feel the vibrations of her voice in her chest beneath your hands. You turned your face in her soft, curly red hair and nibbled gently at her earlobe. Wanda let you administer this small token of affection before she hummed contently and leaned up out of your hold, turning her fingers back to the keyboard to finish typing a reply.

You stood there behind her chair, a more negative feeling circling inside you. Was she ignoring you? You just wanted her attention, was that so much to ask for? She could easily respond to the emails in the morning. It was after office hours anyway; her coworkers wouldn't be reading them and especially not replying to anything until morning.

Biting your lip, you took the head of her chair and swiveled it around, turning Wanda towards you. The woman looked up at you with a certain steam in her eyes that she quickly shielded away before you noticed. "Y/n," she told you sternly, using her serious voice on you. You were already clambering onto her lap, straddling her as she placed her hands awkwardly on your hips. "What is this?" she questioned in a colder tone, obviously not in the mood for you.

On any other occasion, the tone in her voice would've hurt your feelings and made you flee the room to give her the silent treatment, but there was something pulling you towards her like a magnet that made you more easily forgiving.

"Wanda, I want you," you whispered thickly, placing your hands on the woman's face and bringing her into a passionate kiss. Wanda let you guide the kiss, simply keeping her hands on your waist as you devoured her soft lips that tasted sweeter than usual. You could also taste the wine on her tongue, and it made you wonder if the sweet alcohol was having this effect on you.

Quickly, you pulled away from Wanda, halfway coming to your senses as you panted breathlessly. "Maybe it was the wine," you breathed, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

You didn't catch the alarm in Wanda's eyes. "Wine?” she echoed in feigned innocence. “What about the wine?"

Chewing your lower lip, you gazed up at Wanda sheepishly through your brows. "You know wine makes me horny sometimes," you whispered, but then you felt that feverish feeling inside you again, begging to be quelled, and you squirmed on her lap. "But it's never been like this." You tugged at the neckline of your shirt as if it was screaming to be ripped off so that you could breathe. All your clothes felt unusually tight and heavy on your body.

While your eyes were turned upward, Wanda smirked and ran her hand under your shirt, cupping the handles of your waist and watching the way blush was flourishing under the skin of your cheeks. She returned her dismissive demeanor by taking her hands away from you. "Why don't you go take a shower while I finish this, huh? Maybe it'll make you feel better."

You quickly returned your eyes to Wanda's steel jade ones. "No," you mumbled, leaning closer to her only for her to lean away from you. "Wanda, please just a quickie. You can finish this later." Embarrassment clouded you from how desperate you sounded, and as you reached for Wanda's laptop to close it, she quickly stopped you.

"Go, now," she demanded, raising her brow with an almost menacing gaze. You felt as if you could cry or scream or throw her laptop against the wall and watch it shatter in satisfaction.

"Wanda," you soothed, taking her hands away from the laptop and slowly bringing them to your chest, cupping your breasts with them. You exhaled shakily at the sensation, closing your eyes as you arched your chest into her palms.

Wanda was biting the tip of her tongue relentlessly to keep herself from giving into you so easily. You'd never been this needy before, with the subtle sheer of moisture lining your forehead and your entire body warm over her lap. You were like a little ball of fire desperate to suck Wanda in and burn her with you, and she desperately wanted to dive headfirst into the heat. But, more importantly, she wanted to tease you while you were in such a vulnerable state. Wanda was always one to get a good look around when she was on higher ground.

Taking one of Wanda's hands from your breast, you moved it towards your mouth, eagerly sliding her two middle fingers between your lips and latching around them, sucking and moaning at the feeling. A crack etched in Wanda's resolve, but she held it as firmly as she held you, feeling your warm tongue tickle her fingers as your mouth sucked purposefully.

"What has gotten into you, detka?" Wanda smoldered, squeezing your breast in her hand after trying so hard to keep her hand still. Your nipples were tightly erected under your shirt, squeezing through the thin fabric as if they were going to burst. You hissed around her fingers when she rolled her thumb over the peak, feeling ultra sensitive so that her touch was borderline painful. Yet, it was pleasurable, and it only fed your fire as you trailed her fingers out of your mouth, letting them draw a line of your saliva down the front of your throat. You pushed Wanda's hand down between your legs, but she quickly retracted it.

You whined in protest, reaching for her hand again to put it where you horribly needed it, but she suddenly slapped you. It was only a quick, brief smack across your cheek, not enough to even turn your head, but it shocked you and exhilarated you all at once as you felt a light sting in your cheek.

Wanda looked up at you with a condescending smirk, an air of enthrallment about her from the sudden slap. "You're being a very bad girl, you know that?"

"I just want you to touch me, please," you breathed, grabbing fistfuls of Wanda's shirt and weakly tugging. "Please, Wanda." You felt so overwhelmingly frustrated that moisture pricked the ends of your eyes, and you pouted at her through the tears fogging your vision. "I don't know what's going on with me."

"You're being a brat, that's what," Wanda snipped, giving no consolation to your desperate clause.

"No, there's something—“

Wanda cut you off by grabbing your hips, jutting her leg up between yours, and grinding you down onto it. Your sentence broke away as you moaned, the friction bringing a frenzy of pleasure on your core. "I can't get any work done when there's a slut constantly fiending for my attention," she growled, but you could hardly hear her as you found yourself grinding your hips against her leg without her guiding you. You were only wearing casual shorts, so between that and your thin underwear, your clit was being properly rubbed against Wanda's pants.

"Mommy," you whined thoughtlessly, and the usage of Wanda's favorite term of endearment made her grunt lowly. She decided to finally give in just a little, since you were obviously so beside yourself.

"Your pussy needs me so bad, doesn't it?" Wanda whispered as she squeezed your inner thigh, kneading your sensitive flesh there and working her way up to the hem of your shorts, which she easily slipped her hand through.

"Mmhm," you whined, feeling like you were going to explode if you didn't feel Wanda touching you right that very moment.

To your luck, she did. Wanda dipped her hand past your panties and cupped you, her fingertips inking into your pool of wetness. Wanda nearly gasped at just how wet you were. She could feel moisture even on the barrier of your inner thighs, and your slick had even slipped up your clit and was coating your lower mound. She doubted that you even realized it.

Wanda decided to test your waters. "You don't feel that wet baby. Do you even really want me?"

Wanda nearly regretted lying to you when she saw your lower lip tremble. "Yes!" you cried, jutting your hips forward to grind against her hand. The heel of her palm buried against your clit, and you moaned. "Yes, Mommy, I do."

"Hmmm," Wanda hummed indecisively as you latched around her shoulders, throwing kisses all over her lips and her face and neck, to which she discreetly grinned in appreciation for. Finally, she dipped her fingers into your entrance, sliding into you with ease.

Your mouth fell open as you felt her fingers curl inside you, reaching that spongy spot that incited a million different feelings, all ranging from pleasurable to borderline painful due to zeal of the former, and you nearly fell over. Wanda held your hip with one hand as she pumped her other against you, her palm gliding across your hardened nub as she pressed her knuckles into you.

"Fuck, Mommy," you breathed, pressing your forehead against Wanda's shoulder as you started to ride her fingers, too impatient for her slow thrusts. Wanda, irritated that you were getting ahead of yourself, opted to let you ride her as you wished. Your hand held Wanda's wrist as you gyrated over her hand, feeling her fingers move and twist and curl inside you. You swore you had never felt more pleasure in your life, and it only took a few minutes before you came on your wife's hand, biting her shoulder and moaning in such sweet symphonies that made Wanda melt.

"Are you satisfied now?" Wanda asked you once you had soothed yourself from whining and giving a last few rolls of your hips on her hand. She pulled her fingers out of you, and you whined and tried to keep her hand there.

"More," you begged with desperation evident in your eyes, and Wanda drank up every second of it.

"More?" she scoffed, taking her hand away and slipping her fingers into your mouth. You took them gingerly and licked your ample juices from her fingers, closing your eyes and moaning sensually. "You're never this needy," she commented. "You want Mommy's cock?"

Your eyes popped open and you eagerly nodded with her fingers still in your mouth. Instinctively, you pressed your hand forward on Wanda's crotch and felt her hard strap there, instantly making you moan. You wished you had known she was wearing it so you could've already been riding it.

"Slow down," Wanda reprimanded you. "Let's go to the bedroom. I don't need you dirtying up my office." Hoisting you around her hips, Wanda easily stood up and carried you towards the bedroom as you clung to her, nibbling at her neck and feeling yourself clench with anticipation.

By the time you were tossed onto the bed, your shorts were being ripped off. Sitting up, you started hastily undoing Wanda's belt, looking up at her with lust-crazed eyes. Wanda couldn't help but smirk down at you, and when you finally removed her piece from her clothing, you instantly slid your mouth down around it.

Wanda's breath stuttered as she watched her strap disappear in your mouth, and the sound of you softly gagging when the tip hit your throat made Wanda moan. She stroked her hand through your hair as you sucked on her length, knowing it would rile Wanda up enough to fuck you sooner. Alas, Wanda was properly riled up, grunting before pulling your head up. Her cock left your lips with a pop, and you stared up at her with your lips hung open, drool covering them.

"Such a dirty slut," Wanda remarked huskily before pushing you down on the bed. Taking your thighs, she pressed them open wide and flat down on the mattress, holding onto them for leverage as she lined herself up with your entrance. "You really want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you begged, tempting her by raising your hips, but she pressed them down hard. "Please." You needed her inside you so bad, it felt like your walls were on fire with need.

Finally, Wanda gave in and sunk herself inside of you, burying her cock into your pussy to the very hilt and moaning as she did so. A guttural gasp left your throat as her strap stretched you in the most perfect way. Wanda was going to give you what you wanted now, and you realized that when she pulled out before pounding into you all at once, picking up a pace that was so hard and fast it caught you off guard.

"Fuck!" you moaned as Wanda tore into your pussy. You were so wet that you were dripping all over the bed, and the sloshing sounds filling the room was thoroughly sinful. Wanda grunted as she pounded into you, bending your knees up to reach deeper inside you.

Somehow, you were already close. You never had came that fast, especially not twice in a row, and as your pussy clenched and pulsed around Wanda, she did not let up one bit.

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are," Wanda groaned as she leaned up, turned you over onto your stomach, lifted your hips up to her, and continued fucking you mercilessly. You were face-first in the pillow, ass lifted into the air and supported by Wanda's bruising grip as she plowed into your hole to no end.

"Mommy!" you whined when Wanda reached under you and started to rub your clit. It was so much pleasure, too much. Before long, you came again, whining into the pillow as juices dripped out of you. You thought Wanda was done when she pulled out and let your hips weakly fall to the bed, but the woman pulled you by your ankles to the very edge of the bed, turning you over again to face her.

Your entire face was bright red and sweaty, lips swollen and eyes dazed. Wanda gleamed at the sight of you as she returned her fingers to your clit. You whined, but she gave you a threatening glare.

"You said you wanted more, did you not?" she quipped, and you only closed your eyes and let her play with your oversensitive nub like it was a toy. Soon, she was slipping three fingers inside you again, reaching as deep as she could and curling them sharply. You whined as you felt another pounding pressure growing within you, between her fingers coaxing your insides and her thumb attacking your clit, and you came yet again, leaning up to bury your face into her shirt.

Wanda fingered you through your climax, relishing in the way your walls were tensing so hard around her fingers. As you started to come down, you felt more relief, but there was still something not quite settled within you. Nonetheless, when you felt Wanda forcing her cock into you again, you whined and tried to close your legs.

"Mommy, no, too much," you begged, but she slapped your legs open and hammered herself inside you.

"Take it," she whispered. "This is what you wanted, right, baby? For Mommy to fuck you and make all the horny feelings go away?"

It wasn't working. You were still horny, but you were painfully overstimulated. Wanda reached her hand up your shirt and began pinching your nipple, causing you to shriek and try to squirm away from her. Wanda quickly pulled you back down the bed, causing her to slam hard inside you. You cried out, eyes crossing, and felt her start to jackhammer into you again.

"Mommy, please, it hurts," you whined, feeling sweaty and hot all over. It was getting hard to breathe now, the room was spinning, and you could hardly see. You felt feverish and fittish, and your wife plowing you into the mattress was not helping.

"Keep still, detka. Mommy wants to cum, too. You aren't going to be selfish, are you? Don't you want Mommy to cum?"

You whined, wanting all the sensations to stop, but Wanda was grunting against you, sliding her hands over your tits, moaning as she came nearer to her orgasm. When she did, and you felt her spill her load inside you, it ushered you into another fist-clenching orgasm that made you scream.

Wanda was finally slowing her thrusts as you fell onto the bed, spent. Your arms were flung down around you, head lulled to the side, obviously all used up and drained of the unbearable horniness Wanda had placed in you. She considered continuing even with you halfway passed out, but your pussy was bright red around her, and you obviously were done and needed rest.

Pulling out, Wanda playfully slapped your clit just to watch you jolt and shriek at the feeling, and also to get your attention. You lulled your face back towards her, set in an indefinite pout. You could hardly remember how you got yourself into getting Wanda to fuck you like that, and you had no idea why you had gotten so horny. Wine had never made you so wild.

"All done?" Wanda asked you, bringing her cool hand to your flushed, clammy face. You nodded, still panting, and turned your face away from her again. "Do you want some water, my love?" She watched the side of your face as you nodded, so she quickly went into the kitchen to get you some water. She seemed to be gone longer than usual, and it felt like you were going to die from thirst right as she walked in with a glass of water.

Helping you sit up, due to you being entirely wasted from her affairs on your body, she put the glass to your lips and watched you sleepily drink the entire thing down, every last bit.

Again, you didn't notice the taste of yet another crushed up little pill in your drink.

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 15 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 16

Summary : Loki keeps having surreal dreams about you two. Something terrible happens.

Warning: 18+ , mention of sex, mention of periods, discussion of menstruation, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, self deprecating behaviour, soft sweet loki, but also Melissa again x three,

“I think I’m on my periods”

He stared at you intently before he jumped off the bed with such a speed that it seemed as if he had teleported.

"You what?"

"Periods?" You said sheepishly

"I know I just..what do you need princess?" he asked you so you sat up and got off the bed in order to not stain the sheets.

"Ummm everything…I'm so stupid, i almost forgot my date even though I was pms'ing throughout the week..i need pads or tampons would do too and oh my god oww I guess I don't need painkiller, I'll just take the medicine they gave me for my ankle" you clutched onto your lower belly as it churned painfully before you hopped slowly towards the bedside drawer to pick up the pain killers.

Was he giving you the best orgasm of your life while you were bleeding? You hoped not.

He put his hands on his waist to ponder over the situation. He had seen you suffering through this natural ailment in the past five months but he never had to do anything for you except whenever you needed his hand to use as a heating pad.

"Lokii?" He snapped out of his thoughts as you called out to him.

"Yes darling?"

"Ummm do something please or I'm going to bleed through my clothes"

"I will be right back" he walked towards you and cupped your cheeks to kiss your forehead and then he was gone. You hated putting him in this murky situation, you should have been prepared for this before you came here. How did you forget?

He honestly had no clue what he was going to do or where he was going. He wasn't allowed to wander out there, even if he could he'd know nothing about what to get or what kind of products you needed for your womanly cycle.

He knocked on Thor's door and his eyes fell upon his own giant erection, you were enticing him so well before you realized that you were bleeding. He used the charm to get rid of it quickly before anyone would see it. Worse of all, Thor.

"Brother what brought you to my humble abode?" Thor smiled cheerfully, he was half naked so Loki crossed his arms and glared at him.

"I need help, may I have a word with your lady?" Thor looked at him perplexed before he sighed and called Jane.

She was a little wary of him especially since she had seen first hand how Loki had tried to kill the man she loved so much but Thor explained everything to her and well she didn't detest him as much as used to before. There was a supermarket a few floors below so Jane, Thor and Loki went there and she helped him get everything that a woman could possibly need. When he returned to his room he knocked on the bathroom door and you asked him to come in, he found you sitting on the toilet, your shorts and underwear were hanging on the side, you had washed it probably, the large shirt went past your thighs, you were trying to cover up as much as you could.

"I hope this would be sufficient, if not please do not hesitate to tell me" he said softly as he put a bag down on your thighs. It was huge and you didn't even need months worth of period supply.

"Goshhh thank you lo" you raised your hands up so he leaned down and then you kissed him softly.

"I'll be out there" you nodded as he said that before he left the bathroom to give you the privacy. Once you were done you came out and he was on the bed waiting for you so you walked timidly and sat next to him.

"Are you feeling alright princess?" He turned his body towards you as he questioned "Does it hurt? Idiotic question. Let me help?" You looked at him as he mumbled, his voice so soft and tender, they made you want to cry. Your eyes teared up and of course he noticed that.

"You're the sweetest man ever you know that?" You cupped his cheeks to kiss him before you hugged him as tightly as you could "I'm so embarrassed right now, sorry about that" you mumbled apologetically so he hugged you even tighter.

"Princess are you really apologizing for having something so natural?" He let out a little laugh and the sound of his laughter made you smile.

"No I guess I should have been prepared..i don't know how i forgot..i hope it wasn't much trouble "

"Not at all, Me and lady Jane were finally able to bond over the subject of different pads for different flow. It makes quite a conversational piece" you chuckled as he said that.

"Oh baby. Tell her I said thanks, oh wait, does she know that I am here?"

"Yes. Thor revealed it to her"

"Ohhh" You kissed him again passionately before your lips moved to his neck, he let out a pretty little moan but as you placed your hand on his cock he grabbed your hand.

"What are you doing sweetheart?"

"Continuing what I started" you but on your lips before you kissed him deeply, the sound of his contented moan in your mouth was heavenly. But before he could lose it all he tried to control himself, you were in pain and he needed you to rest.

"No. You're going to rest, you already had this leg wound and now you must be in excruciating pain, we can do this later"

"Lo..i dont–"

"No..I said, No, okay?" He said sternly so you made a pout and pulled away.

It's not that he didn't want you to touch him. Of course he did. How could he not? But you were in so much discomfort and all he wanted to do was take care of you.

He laid you down on the bed and placed his hand on your belly and then you felt the temperature rising, you sighed happily as the warmth really helped with the cramps, those painkillers made you doze off quickly and your warm body in his arms made him fall asleep too.

He was standing in front of a door and then he heard it opening, you were on the other side looking a bit nervous.

You invited him in so he looked around, it was a hotel room.

"Ummm you want something to drink? I have like ummm let me check" you walked towards the refrigerator to rummage through it "There's coke, some alcoholic beverages, I don't know if you consume that" He chuckled as you said that.

"Don't they charge heftily for that?" He asked you curiously.

"Well my ex is paying for the room soo you know"

"I will have whatsoever this Coke is supposed to be" you smiled nervously as he said that. You grabbed a can from the mini freezer and passed it to him, you were shocked a little when he opened the can without even using his fingers,

"It's a charm" he said as he found you looking a bit starstruck.

"I see.. I mean I know..you're like magical and all" He smiled as you said that, he walked closer to you and your breath quickened as he continued to reach closer and closer to you with every step.

"Have a sip lady y/n" he pressed the can right over your lips and it made you gulp.

"It's okay…I ummm" you stuttered on your words and he couldn't help but enjoy the sight of your squirming like that. It boded well for his ego that he had such an affect on you.

"I insist, it would be rude of me to not offer" you pressed your lips on the opening of the can and he raised it up a little so you could take a sip. After you were done with the sip, he brought the can back up to his own lips and drank from it, all while his eyes stayed glued to yours. He noticed the residue of the drink on the corner of your mouth and all he wanted to do was lick it off. His thoughts were filthy.

"Uhhh so how was the meeting with Stephen?" You asked him

"Atrocious, he so badly needed my assistance but the arrogant arse took a while before he admitted it" you chuckled as he said that.

"Well you should have seen him years ago before uhhh the accident, he was way worse"

"Mmmhmmm?" He walked closer to you and placed the can down on the dresser behind you "Makes me wonder why a sweet woman like you would ever hitch herself to a man such as him" He whispered, his voice remained low and husky.

"Well I thought it was right thing to do at the time" you looked down and he figured you couldn't even look in his eyes for longer than a few seconds.

"Is that so? Did it feel right?" He put his fingers on your chin and made you look up at him. This was strange for sure, he felt an instant connection with you for some reason as soon as he had spotted you in the lounge dancing as if you had no care for the world, this has never happened to him and he had lived a long life.

"Not really..if the divorce wasn't enough of an indication for you then let me tell you that I do regret that decision everyday of my life"

He smiled as you said that. The forest green slip dress you had on made you look delectable, there were two heart shaped ribbons attached to the top of the straps that kept the dress hanging on your body, he found it really adorable. You let out a moan as his thumb brushed over your lower lip.

"Lokiiii" the sound of his whispered name made his cock harden in a jiff but he used the charm to keep himself from showing it, he didn't want you to think as if he was there for just a night of fun. Though he wouldn't have been opposed to that either.

"Apologies little one, I got carried away" He took a step back and he noticed your heavy breathing. You weren't making this any easier, this is the most lustful he had ever been for a woman he hardly knew. But was it just lust because he surely seemed to have certain feelings that he couldn't really describe and feelings that weren't overtly sexual in nature. He wanted to hold you and cuddle with you, he wanted more..

"It's okay I just… I am still dealing with the divorce and I just.. I don't know what you thought would happen tonight and I know I invited you here basically but I ..I'm just not ready for ..you know" your eyes teared up as you mumbled, his softened as he noticed the anxious look on your face.

"Whatever it is that you desire from me tonight, I will give you that darling" he said firmly so you smiled before you chuckled slightly

"Really? So if I tell you that I barely have any friends and I want you to be my friend first, would you be my friend?" You asked him, perhaps joking, he could sense the mockery in your tone, he didn't blame you, he knew his reputation wasn't the best especially because of how promiscuous his brother was on midgard he figured you must have put him through the same judgment.

"I would love to be your friend, I do not have any either"

Your eyes widened as he said that.

"Okay so ummmm okay we can be friends i guess" he smiled as he grabbed your hand and placed a formal kiss on the back.

"My lady, I won't disappoint you i promise"

When Loki woke up from yet another vivid dream he sat up as he noticed the sunlight illuminating the room through the blinders of the window, you were not in bed but before he could freak out he heard the shower running and laid back down to think about the dream he just had. Why did it feel so real again? Whenever he had nightmares he could clearly differentiate between his visions and the reality but these dreams felt as if he was watching a film or something. It could have been just the result of the talk he had with you last night about your own dream.

Yes it probably was just that.

As he heard the bathroom door opening he propped himself on his elbows and as soon as your eyes met with his he smiled. He noticed that you had showered.

"Aren't you a pretty sight in the morning?" You cooed as you put the towel down on the stool in front of the dresser and wobbled to him.

"Is your leg worse today?" He asked you as you crawled into the bed and gave him the birdy kisses that he adored so much before you pulled away to look at him. There were sleepy marks all over his face and they made you smile.

"Mmmm just a little..but it's probably because I'm not resting them" you said as you kissed his forehead. God you loved him

"Why didn't you wake me up then?"

"Because you looked so peaceful and so pwettyy" he let out a laugh at the baby voice before he kissed you.

"Stay right here, I will shower and then bring you food"

He got up and grabbed the towel you had just put down on the stool, the gesture made you blush. Before he could disappear into the bathroom, he stopped at the doorway and turned to look at you.

"Darling, may I ask you something?" He asked so you nodded.

"Anything lo"

"The dream you told me about, do you remember what you were wearing?" His brows furrowed as he noticed you thinking about it.

"I don't really remember clearly it was dark in the club or whatever place I was at" he hummed as you said that but then you spoke again and whatever you said gave him something to think about while he stood under the cold shower and tried to piece together his dream with yours.

"Ohhh but I do remember that at one point I looked in a mirror and there were this heart shaped designs on the straps of the dress and I was like damnnn those are cute"

You chuckled but he only got more anxious, there's no possibility that you both were having the same dream or the continuation of the same event. Right?

He somehow finished showering and then he was out to get breakfast for you two, he decided to not ponder over it because he really just wanted to make the most of the time here with you before you'd have to go back.

You felt really bad about your situation at the moment, he gave you that mind blowing orgasm and you couldn't stop thinking about how you were not able to return the favor.

You heard his door knob twisting and your heart beat sped up, whenever Loki had returned with food yesterday he always teleported since his hands were often full. The knob twisting startled you even more so because he had just left so there was no way he was at the door. You quickly got off the bed, wincing as you put the injured leg harshly on the floor, the cloak was on the couch so put it on before whosoever on the other side of the door could enter.

Why didn't you just lock the door?

A moment later you saw Melisaa entering, she was on the phone talking to someone, your blood boiled as she sat down on the stool in front of the dresser as if she belonged there.

"Oh there's a party in the evening, why don't you come I'll get you vip entry" she cackled as she proceeded to pick up one of his cologne and sprinkled it all over herself, her behavior made you realize that this wasn't her first rodeo, she must be coming here whenever he wasn't here. What a creep.

She picked up his comb and placed the phone down after putting it on speaker. You heard another woman's voice on the other side, it must be one of her model friends probably.

"Soooo Mel, give me some tea, did anything happen between you and Loki?" Melisaa groaned as she heard that,

"Not really, I tried everything and it's as if he's gay or something, but I'll get him in bed anyhow, his brother Thor has a mortal girlfriend" she said nonchalantly and you crossed your arms, the urge to hit her was strong but you wanted to keep hearing what she had to say further.

"Yeah? And then what?" Her friend should be telling her off but then she chose to be friends with someone like Melisaa so you didn't have really have higher hopes for this other woman.

"If somehow I get Loki to marry me, could you even imagine how perfect my life would be? I would be the part of a royal family, even though he's not really Thor and a ugly monster or whatever but I'll compromise" she chuckled

"How will you do that, he doesn't even want to be your friend" her friend snickered.

"Oh he will come running back. I have a plan, people already know about us, I can always turn that in my favor, I'll try one more time but if he still refuses I'm just going to ruin his image even more, nobody gets to reject me like that and just get away with it" she laughed as she finished her sentence. You really wanted to obliterate her.

"Really girl? Aren't you afraid of the Avengers?"

"No. Those guys hate him already, and once I tell them how Loki has been abusing me behind the door, who do you think they will believe?"

She cackled like a witch again before she got up and left the room. As soon as she was out of your sight you walked towards the door and locked it this time.

How can someone be so evil? It's not that you were surprised by her evilness but trying to ruin someone like him? He had done nothing wrong to her, she was just scorned because he didn't want to do anything with her after she had used him and lied to him that first day.

When Loki returned with food you immediately told him everything barring some of the cruel words she had used for him, he was shocked at first but then he didn't really care for it.

"Why are you not worried about her? She's a fucking psycho" you crossed your arms so he smiled and walked towards you. He proceeded to sit you down on the bed and then gave you the plate so you could eat breakfast. He got on his knees and cupped your cheeks to kiss you before he pulled away,

"The horrors I have seen and endured would make one never want to wake again. The day I was defeated by those Avengers I saw my whole life flashing in front of my eyes and then I could see my future clearly. I envisioned myself being prisoned and forgotten forever but then a miracle occured and I found you" he smiled as he paused for a moment but your eyes welled up at his words "I had no hope but then along came a sweet princess in my path. No matter what happens or wherever I am I know I'll always have you in a way or another and that is enough, nothing else matters" you put the plate down on the bed as soon as he finished his words so you could pull him closer and kiss him.

It truly was a miracle that you met him, it made no sense as to why or how you did but you knew you had found the man you have been looking for all your life, no wonder you never fell so deeply in love before with anyone because nobody could ever compare to him. Nobody was or would ever be able to make you feel the way he did.

The next few days went blissfully, unfortunately he had to drop you back to your apartment a week later, your leg has gotten better and you didn't want to miss work anymore.

You truly wished things could have stayed the same forever but you knew that's not how it was going to be for you, it was just your luck. Bad luck really. You always had your wings cut short before you had even learned to fly. People always left even though they promised you that they won't. You were left alone and abandoned.

Something terrible happened that made him want to take a step back from this relationship with you. It wasn't your fault, neither was his and you tried so hard to understand his fears and worries but it hurt, It killed you. Losing the love of your life knowing too well that you'd never be able to love again really shattered you.

You both stood a few feet apart from each other in the middle of your apartment right behind that sofa where you had spent a countless hours just snuggling and kissing each other in the past few days. You were waiting to see him desperately today, you had seen the news and you just wanted to comfort him, you didn't really care much for what had happened to Melissa but you cared about him more than anything. However what he said as soon as he arrived had pulled the rug from under your feet.

"So that's it? We just go back to being friends? Or you don't want that either?" your eyes welled up, lips trembled as you spoke, the hurt look on your face made him want to disappear, he had vowed to not hurt you then how come he was the one breaking you so?

All he wanted to do was run to you and kiss you, he wanted to tell you that he didn't just want to be your friend, he didn't think he could handle being just your friend when his feelings for you were only growing deeper and stronger everyday but he had to do this.

He couldn't risk your life. He couldn't lose you to death.

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idontplaytrack · 2 months

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I'm once again obsessed with your writing!! I look forward to your posts every day <3 can I request clingy needy Janis? Where she's constantly attached to reader, way more than normal since she's not usually one to show physical affection that much, maybe a smarty ending

Like A Koala

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader

Warnings: smut mentions at the end, coarse language, mentions of vomiting due to a migraine episode.

In which Janis is acting clingy with reader. It confuses reader but she wasn’t gonna complain about the change of pace. It was finally a peaceful afternoon with Janis.

“Janis? I’m home, baby.” You called out once you’ve entered the apartment. Closing the front door behind yourself, you hear hurried footsteps. And when you turned around, Janis was practically jumping into your arms.

“Hi, you.” You laughed, struggling to put down the two bags of groceries that you were holding in one hand.

“I’ve missed you.” She says, her head buried in your neck. You walked over to the kitchen island with Janis still clinging onto you, to put the bags down quickly before everything fell to the floor.

“I missed you too, baby.” You had a hand on her back and another supporting the rest of her weight, having it under her thigh. “Are you okay?” You asked her softly. Janis was definitely not one to show affection this way, unless she was not feeling well. Thus, you were worried.

Janis shook her head no, still staying in her position. "Baby, please tell me so I can take care of you, alright?" You felt yourself nearly letting go of her and you didn’t want that so you swiftly made your way with her over to the kitchen island and put her down. “Are you sure?” You cupped her face in your hands. Her nose scrunches up, “Maybe I feel like I’m getting a migraine.”

“Let me know if there’s anything I can do, hm?”

"Cuddles?" Janis requested, a tiny tiny smile tugs at her lips.

"Of course. I just have to put away the groceries first otherwise the things that need to go in the fridge will go bad." You told Janis and she gives you a pout. You detached yourself from her and got to your task of unpacking the groceries. Meanwhile Janis sat on the counter waiting for you, her legs swinging as she does so. You smiled to yourself at the sight, admiring just how cute she seemed. Oddly enough, days like these ones brought peace in your routine which was pretty rare considering Janis' usual personality. Which was great, for the most part, but you needed days where it was like this- no crazy adventures, but just a day inside with your favourite girl. Of course, this doesn't just happen when she wasn't feeling well- it was like this too if you were the one feeling under the weather. All Janis would then focus on was taking care of you. No crazy shit, just like that.

Once you were done unloading the groceries, she asks you to hug her again. Happily, you obliged, the two of you shifting over to the couch. She's been hanging onto you like a koala, which you found to be pretty freaking adorable. "Do you need painkillers?"

"Don't bother. They don't really work."

You shifted yourself just enough so you could shut the curtains and keep out the bright sunlight. As Janis laid her head on your chest, you rubbed her back for a short while before migrating your hand to give her head a massage. "Thank you." She says softly, a smile forming on her face as she shut her eyes. You carefully moved her hand that was under your back away for the sake of her blood circulation, and her grip of her other hand on your shirt, only tightens. She returns to the same position after a few minutes so you didn't bother anymore. Janis needed the rest.

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You read a book while she took a little catnap in your arms. And when she woke up, she tells you that her stomach was starting to hurt. Something she despised and something that terrified her. Janis had emetophobia and migraines would frequently cause her to get sick due to the pain. That combination was one straight from hell- both for you and her. Immediately, tears were in her eyes. Which shattered your heart. But, you kept it together, rubbing her back and reassuring her that she was okay.

“I don’t wanna throw up.” She sniffles, swallowing thickly.

You had a few options now: wait until she has to and ran to let it out, leave her for a minute to go grab the trash can, or take her into the bathroom so the two of you could wait it out. As much as this sucked, she always ended up feeling relief from the pain after throwing up. So you kinda wanted her to throw up so she was less miserable.

“Oh, God.” She presses the bottom of her hand to her forehead, massaging it annoyedly while her eyes were screwed shut. “Can we go to the bathroom?” She requested, “I don’t feel so-”

“Of course, babe.” You helped her up, an arm snaked around her waist. You end up in the bathroom in your room with her. Janis slid down to the floor with her back against the wall, feeling extremely bothered by the heavy aching feeling building up in her stomach. You sat with her, holding her hand as she took some deep breaths. Using your free hand, you ripped some toilet paper off and threw that into the toilet. After going through a few of these episodes with Janis, you’ve learnt a thing or two- this would hopefully prevent any splatter that’d make her feel worse.

“You’re alright, Jan. Just let it out if you feel it, don’t force yourself to hold it back- you’d just feel worse, baby. I’m right here with you.”

Maybe it was the fluorescent white lights she’d mistakenly switched on, but it didn’t take long before her stomach churned and flipped, doing a much dreaded somersault. She leaned over to let the contents of her stomach spill, just in time. You rubbed her back meanwhile, “Jan, don’t look at it. Just close your eyes. You’re okay, you’re okay. I’m here, honey.”

She was crying, she couldn’t help that- and the throwing up. But she didn’t have much to eat today so she was left dry heaving for about a minute after the fact. Shit, she must’ve been feeling bad for awhile. “Do you wanna get up, Jan?”

She silently shook her head, staring at the floor. You quickly closed the lid of the toilet and flushed it. Washing your hands, you filled a cup with water for Janis to rinse out her mouth before you sat back down with her. “Deep breaths, baby. You’re okay now.” You reminded her. Janis nodded, again not saying a thing. A minute or so later, she looks at you, holding out her hands. You got ahold of them and helped her off the ground. She rinses her mouth to get rid of the awful taste in it before you two went back out. “You want to go back to sleep?” You ask while flipping the light switch to turn the light off.

“No.” She managed. Looking at you longer now, you noticed her eyes were watery and bloodshot, but just slightly.

“Okay, come on. Let’s go sit down on the couch again.”

You offered her a popsicle, which she happily accepted- it soothed the burning feeling in her throat. It was also a way for her to get some water down without actually having to drink a glass of it. And now the both of you were back cuddling on the couch again, just like she’d asked.

“Don’t drip it everywhere.” You told her.

She doesn’t react, but it didn’t bother you. Janis still seemed a little out of it after she had to throw up. You watched her, fingers massaging her scalp then her eyes met yours. Staring into her beautiful brown eyes, your heart melts and you smile at her. She does the same back, but a bit of the melted popsicle falls onto your baby blue t-shirt, leaving a purple spot. “Sorry.” She says. “That’s okay.” You chuckle, then planted a kiss at the top of her head.

“You know…” Her hand finds its way onto that spot on your shirt- it was on your chest. “I would totally kiss you but I still feel all gross and disgusting.” Shocked at her abruptly confession, you gulped. “What? Baby, don’t be silly- you’re not feeling well. Why on earth would I want you to do that?”

“Because…” She exhales, “I just noticed you aren’t wearing anything underneath your shirt. And I’m feeling kinda like I wanna do something.”

“Not right now, baby.”

“Okay.” She responded sadly, “Later tonight?”

“If you’re feeling better, then sure.” You laughed lightly.

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howlingtides · 6 months

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Dazai visits Chuuya after Chuuya used Corruption to save him (Chuuya's POV)

Takes place immediately after Dead Apple

tags: hurt/comfort, soukoku's version of fluff, Chuuya has chronic pain

Every time Chuuya activated Corruption, it took him a little longer to recover. When he was younger, he'd sleep it off in a few hours. The last couple of times, it had taken him maybe a day or two.

It had been three days since he'd defeated that dragon and saved Dazai's ass, and his entire body still felt like it had been crushed beneath the pressure of his own ability.

It was absolutely brutal.

He'd definitely exceeded the recommended dose of painkillers over the last seventy-two hours, and though they did help a bit, it still wasn't enough. His head throbbed and his muscles burned and his bones ached and it took every ounce of effort he had to get out of bed and force himself to eat something.

All he had left in the fridge was some leftover rice and a half empty bottle of white wine, and cooking was the last thing he wanted to do right now. He opted for the rice, popping the lid off the container and grabbing a pair of chopsticks and bringing everything with him over to the couch where he all but fell against the cushions with a groan.

He'd just taken his first bite when there was a knock at the door.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

It crossed his mind to play absent, to let whoever was here think he wasn't home so they would go away and just leave him the fuck alone while he wallowed in his post-Corruption agony.

"Chuuuuuyaaa," came a sing-song voice from outside, another knock following suit.

Oh he was definitely pretending that he wasn't home.

"I know you're in there," Dazai said. "I can feel you pouting."

Damn it all to hell.

"Go to hell you goddamn coat rack."

"But Chuuya," he pressed, "I come bearing gifts."

Gifts? What the hell could shitty Dazai have possibly brought him?

He pondered it for a moment before ultimately deciding that this was a losing battle. Chuuya was either going to let Dazai in or Dazai was going to eventually let himself in.

He set the rice down on the coffee table and pushed himself up with a grunt, dragging himself over to the front door. And he must've been in worse shape than he thought because the moment he opened the door, Dazai's stupid smile faded a little.

Just a little.

But it was enough.

"Please don't," Chuuya said before Dazai could comment on his appearance.

"Don't what?"

"Just. Don't." He scrubbed a hand over his face. "Not today."

They stood there in silence for a moment as Chuuya held his breath.

Eventually, Dazai held up a brown paper bag. "In the mood for some carbonara?"

Chuuya was always in the mood for carbonara, and shitty Dazai knew that, but Chuuya was not in the mood for company, and Dazai probably knew that, too.

It was then that Chuuya's stomach growled and he remembered the cold white rice he was about to eat.

Begrudgingly, he stepped aside, allowing Dazai to enter.

It was also then that he realized how dark his apartment was. He'd kept all the blinds closed and the lights off because everything hurt and the light hurt, but if Dazai had something to say about it, he kept it to himself. Which was unsettling.

Was Chuuya dreaming?

"I figured you were still wallowing," Dazai said, setting the bag down on the coffee table next to the sad leftovers. "I haven't heard from you since you passed out in my lap."

There it was.

"That was not by choice, asshole," Chuuya snarled, limping back over to sit on the couch. "You held me down."

Dazai sat on the other side. "You looked pretty comfortable to me."

Chuuya could feel himself getting worked up, the pain increasing. "Dazai," he warned, rubbing at his temple.

"What?" Dazai continued. "It's not like it was the first time you've ever-"

"I should have left you to die."

"Well if you'd've done that, you'd be dead, too."

"Not the worst thing in the world right now."

Dazai paused at that and gave Chuuya this look.

Was that pity?

"I swear to god, if you-"

"I never got to thank you," Dazai said, cutting him off.

Chuuya froze, still trying to decide whether or not this was a dream.

"You saved me," Dazai continued. "You're always saving me, Chuuya." He slid the paper bag across the table. "So. Thank you."

Chuuya's chest felt warm. He stared down at the bag then back up at Dazai. "That's not poisoned, is it?"

Dazai gasped. "Chuuya! So soon after what happened to me? Consider a guy's feelings."

"You're so fucking full of it."

Dazai smirked. "You want me to take the first bite?"

He grabbed the paper bag, holding it away from Dazai. "Don't fucking touch it."

"I brought it for both of us."

Chuuya thought for a moment before setting the bag back down. "I guess," he uttered, "I guess I owe you one, too. For," he stared down at his hands, "saving me."

Dazai hummed in acknowledgement. "Has Chuuya gone soft?"

"Dick," Chuuya said, softly punching Dazai in the arm.

Dazai chuckled. "You're so easy."

Chuuya felt his cheeks go hot, and he wanted to scream, but he was also starving, and if it meant sharing a meal with Dazai to eat some delicious carbonara in his time of need, then.

Well, he guessed it also wasn't the worst thing in the world right now either.

#soukoku #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #hurt/comfort #soukoku's version of fluff #chuuya has chronic pain #skk #kris drabbles

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yuhi-san · 4 months

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I sat my ass down and put some meta thoughts into word that have been swirling in my head for ages for @tristampparty day 9 Brad and luida

Because i wont be finishing the planned story on time, soo

Brad, Luida and ship three went in completely blind when it came to how to handle vash being an independent pant. They had nothing to go off on and as far as they knew, independents were a theoretical possibility but vash was the first one they encountered (not even luida had the clearance to see anything that could contain mentions of tesla). Vash isn’t really human but he isn’t like a dependent plant either.

I made a post about how that regarding how vash initially seemed to go through a human lifecycle a lot faster, until they realized he just stopped aging at a certain point.

The other thing I wonder is, do brad, luida and at least some of the others know about tesla?

The answer is, im sure it will never come up in canon. And I guess people are inclined to say, no way would vash ever open up to anyone about it.

But I think brad and luida know. Not much. Maybe just that there was an independent before them and she had died from the experiments done on her. Just these two things is all vash ever said.

Because see, in stampede vash came to ship three when he was still very small. It became his home, he actually bonded with all these people, they are like family. And he was still very young when the traumatic loss of his arm happened.

It changes the dynamic between him and these people a lot compared to trimax and 98.

Vash doesn’t have a regular prosthesis but a cybernetic one (or three if you like me follow the hc that his legs are prosthesis as well). also there is metal and hardware (?) on his chest and stuff. But even

My point is, those aren’t things he got from patching himself up or went through shabby surgery in a back alley or something of no man’s land.

Initial surgery when luida brought him back aside, that must have been ‘experimented’ with vash to some degree because they knew nothing. Can he get sick? How does he response to medicine, to painkillers? To anesthetics? Vash bleeds but does he have bloodtypes like a human? What are they supposed to do when he lost his arm? Give him a bloodtransfusion like they would with a human and hope his body wont reject it? Throw him in a plant tank and hope that the plants can do for him what he does for them?

And even if they were kind and patient and understanding and reassuring about it, there must have been so many moments where it was literally just trial and error because they simply had nothing to go on. It must have been so scary for vash.

But especially with his arm (and possibly his legs). It’s an cybernetic arm. There are cables and shit directly connected to his body. It’s not a regular stump he has, it’s a port, its hardware embedded in his flesh.

And surgeries are scary, especially for kids. Its normal to be afraid of them. But vash must have been beyond terrified by the mention of it. Far, far more so than could be reasonably explained as a normal reaction. So I think vash told them because he was too terrified, too afraid, didn’t know what else to do or say. A hysteric outburst more likely than calm communication.

(“There was an independent before us. They experimented on her. She’s dead.”)

It was terribly for everyone involved.

But, like even if vash didn’t tell them.

At some point, he made the conscious and active decision to trust this people so unconditionally. Despite his rocky start with them and what had transpired with the blackbox, they could reassure vash that he was save and no one would do him any harm.

Vsh trusted them enough to let them put him under, take a scalpel to him, change his body irrecoverably but he would come out of it alright, wouldn’t endure any unnecessary pain by their hand.

Like, if you think about it like that, after the horror of what happened to tesla that shaped him and nai so much, vash found it in himself to trust these people with what then and possibly still might be his biggest trauma. And like rem had promised, he didn’t end like his sister

#i cant get enough of luida and brad and vash building trust and care for each other #more of vash and ship three!#tristampparty #vash the stampede #brad trigun #luida trigun #tesla trigun #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun really is a special kind of brainrot #never pulled contributing to fanevents through #never wrote like 80'00o words fanfic for it #no end in sight

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thefreakandthehair · 8 months

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@eddiemonth prompt, oct 5th: Role Model | Slow Down — Ozzy Osbourne | Brave a/n: hospital setting, dustin & eddie heart-to-heart, post-s4 canon, implied pre-steddie if you squint. un-betaed because I’m challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 | link to masterpost on ao3

Eddie’s always hated the color white.

It’s too… empty, still, plain. Is it even a color? Or is it just the absence of color? He’s never been sure. Maybe he should’ve paid a little more attention in his art classes instead of going off-task and drawing Hellfire and Corroded Coffin designs. What matters though is that he’s always hated the color white and now, in what can only be described as adding insult to injury, he’s connected to several beeping machines surrounded and draped in nothing but white. Sterile, boring, useless white.

The beeping is at least a solace, both in its predictable rhythm and as a sign that he’s still alive. Maybe he’ll eventually feel more comfortable with his survival but it’d been touch and go for awhile there so for now, he’s glad to have some sort of reminder that his heart is, indeed, beating.

Another welcome reminder is the slew of visitors he’s had since waking up, some of whom have apparently been in and out since before he’d been brought out of the medically-induced coma. Wayne, of course, was no surprise. Steve, and Robin, and Nancy, and a few of their friends from California were something of a surprise but he supposes it makes sense. They’d nearly gone down together and Eddie’s sure they’re splitting time between his room and Max’s down the hall.

Dustin Henderson though? Dustin surprises him.

Not necessarily that he’s been there, waiting, probably giving the nurses the worst headaches of their lives with his questions and suggestions. The little shit loves him, he knows that without a shadow of a doubt now, but Eddie’s shocked that he’s not angry. Since waking up, Eddie’s just laid there, watching cartoons on the tiny TV bolted into the corner of the too-white room with the kid, his own casted leg propped up on the side of Eddie’s bed. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was just at home in the trailer. It feels too normal.

Finally, one day, Eddie asks. Maybe it’s the latest round of painkillers that loosen his lips, but he has to ask. He has to know.

“Henderson?” Eddie asks, keeping his eyes trained on the television.

“Yeah?” Dustin responds.

“Are you like… are we like… are we good? Are you not pissed at me?” It’s hard for him to choke out, stumbling over his words. The opinion of a kid shouldn’t frighten him so much but goddamn, it’s like asking his little brother if he hates him. He’s terrified of a Yes.

Silence sits between them, Dustin surely burning a hole into the side of Eddie’s head. He can damn near feel it. Scooby Doo drones on though, and Eddie hopes that maybe Dustin just didn’t hear him. He’s on the good shit, so maybe he’d only asked in his head.

“I was, a little bit, yeah.”

But was is past-tense, and that just makes no sense. Dustin deserves to be mad at him, he’d gone off the plan and nearly died in front of him. Why isn’t he mad? What changed?

“What changed your mind?” Eddie still doesn’t look at him.

“Dude, look at me for a second. This is way more important than what closet the ghost ran into.” Dustin’s tone is annoyed and a little pushy, just the way he’d been before all of this.

Eddie sighs and turns to face Dustin, who’s looking at him with pinched eyebrows and wide eyes.

“I was so goddamn mad at you, Eddie. You almost died. Well, technically, you did for a minute there but that’s besides my point. You didn’t need to go back, and I was mad that you, someone I look up to, did something so stupid.”

Dustin takes a breath– it’s shaky, and Eddie nods him on encouragingly. He doesn’t speak though, doesn’t want to interrupt something that’s clearly not done.

“And then… well, Steve sat me down and explained what you said when he was carrying you out of there.”

Eddie’s heart monitor speeds up at the mention of Steve, and the mention that he’d apparently been talking before he blacked out and has absolutely no fucking memory of what he’d said. Dustin, genius and all that, notices and places a hand on top of Eddie’s which he only distantly recognizes is gripping the edge of the bar.

“Hey, you alright?”

Eddie nods again and makes a gesture with his free hand to continue. If he opens his mouth, he might vomit. Or panic. Maybe both, and neither is conducive to the conversation at hand. He’ll have that conversation with Steve later.

Dustin eyes him with uncertainty but continues on regardless. “So, yeah. Steve told me what you said about making sure that I was okay, that you were bleeding out all over him and couldn’t shut up about my stupid ankle, that you were so sorry and it wasn’t supposed to happen like that, that you were trying to help however you could but you couldn’t let the bats get out. Or get to me.”

Eddie sees the way Dustin’s throat bobs and his eyes begin to gloss over. If he starts crying right now, Eddie might lose it himself. He’s about to make some joke and deflect like he always does, but Dustin steamrolls on.

“And that’s just– Eddie, do you know how brave that is? That’s the stuff of D&D heroism. That’s insane, and don’t ever do it again, but how could I stay mad at you for caring about me? And about all of us? I’m not a complete asshole.”

Dustin calls him brave and Eddie's chest tightens, his jaw clicking with the effort it takes not to burst into tears. A few deep breaths later and he’s able to open his mouth without humiliating himself.

“Well, not all the time, at least,” he teases, his laugh weak and his smile wide.

“You know, Eddie, we were having such a nice moment there and you had to go and ruin it.” Dusin retorts, rolling his eyes and settling back into his chair. “Actually, you’re the asshole because you haven’t even asked to sign my cast yet. I’ve been telling everyone else who’s asked No because you get first dibs.”

Dustin fishes around in his pocket, twisting in weird ways that Eddie can’t imagine he’ll ever be able to again, before coming up with a black Sharpie. “Do your worst.”

Eddie takes the Sharpie and stares down at the cast. It’s white, just like the bed sheets and the painted cinder block walls, and curtains, and stupid hospital gown that doesn’t close in the back. But Dustin’s cast doesn’t feel sterile or empty.

It just feels like canvas, and maybe the walls of this hospital room can be the same blank slate on which Eddie can rebuild his life.

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I should have stayed home

Six months post Vecna’s defeat things were going pretty well for Steve.

He and Robin had both managed to get jobs at a bakery that had opened in town, Robin was taking a gap year after all the insanity that had been their lives before heading to college.

Eddie and Max had both recovered well from their injuries, Max would need glasses and Eddie had some pretty gnarly scars (as did Steve) but they were both doing well.

Steve had discovered that thinking of other boys as ‘pretty’ was not something that everyone did, and after a few long conversations with Robin, he had come to the conclusion that he was into both girls and guys.

The fact that he found Eddie very attractive certainly helped move things along for him.

The party had stayed close having regular catch ups by way of dinners or movie nights. The Byers and El had moved back to Hawkins with Hopper, Hopper had wasted no time in popping the question to Joyce and they had tied the knot a few months ago. They both said they’d waited long enough and who knew what the future would bring so why wait.

This brought Steve to the present day.

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He had been planning on asking Eddie out for weeks now and was planning on meeting him at the bakery when his shift ended.

The problem was Steve had woken up with a headache that was quickly becoming a migraine.

To try and make things easier on himself he decided to forego his contacts (who knew that so much head trauma could cause permanent damage?) and wore his glasses instead.

Not the way he’d wanted to look when he officially asked Eddie out. They’d been dancing around each other for weeks, months really, flirting and getting far too close for friendship but neither of them had actually asked the other out.

Nothing he could do about it though, so with glasses in place he popped a few painkillers and left for work.

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The day was dragging.

Robin wasn’t working with him today, he had needed to deal with multiple rude customers and his headache was only getting worse.

The painkillers had hardly touched the sides of the headache when it had first begun and now that it was a full blown migraine, he was a hair's breadth from laying down on the floor and calling it a day.

He only had another hour before Eddie would be there and they could go somewhere and Steve could ask him out. Officially. He was not going to let a headache stop him. It had taken him so long to get to this point and now he didn’t want to wait anymore.

So that meant he would grin and bear it.

Turning on his best customer service smile, that may or may not have looked more like a grimace at this point, he greeted the next customer that came into the store.

He bent down to get the cake out of the cabinet that the lady had chosen only to be hit with a wave of dizziness as he straightened back up. He managed not to drop the cake, blindly placing it on the counter, only to stumble back himself. Next thing he knew he was looking at the ceiling.

The customer, a middle aged woman who Steve vaguely recognised as working at Hawkins Middle hurried around to him and checked him over.

“Are you alright dear?” she asked, supporting him as he slowly sat up. The world was still spinning and he closed his eyes as he helped guide his head between his knees. “Easy does it. Is there someone else here I can call?”

Steve just shook his head, taking a few deep breaths until he felt he could sit up.

“Sorry ma’am just stood up too fast and got a bit dizzy. I’m so sorry about that! Is your cake alright?”

The woman helped him up and shushed him, telling him everything was fine and to take care of himself. She paid for her cake and once she was sure he was steady on her feet she left the store, but only after Steve reassured her he was fine and someone would be there soon to take over for him.

Thankfully it was quiet the rest of his shift, only half an hour left.

He wanted nothing more than to see Eddie, but his head was killing him and now on top of the migraine he had an egg on the back of his head from where he had hit the floor.

He was determined not to give in though.

Moments later the metal head himself came through the door.

“Stevie! Fancy finding you here?”

Steve couldn’t help but wince at the volume of Eddie’s voice, ducking his head to try and hide it as he came around the counter to greet the older man.

“Hey Eds! Just waiting on my replacement and we can get out of here,” Steve said, giving Eddie a quick hug. If he leaned in a little longer that he meant to, well nobody else was there to see.

Steve went back behind the counter, bagging up a couple of pastries for Eddie and himself to have later and gave them to Eddie.

“Mind taking those out to your van?” Steve asked, passing the bags over.

“Of course! What’s the plan? Are we taking our own cars and meeting somewhere or what?”

Not feeling fit to drive, but not wanting to tell Eddie either, Steve just shrugged and tried to act like he was deciding on the spot. “Maybe we take your van and come back for my car later?”

Not seeming too worried Eddie just smiled and nodded, turning to walk back outside to wait for Steve. “Alright, I’ll be waiting.”

With Eddie out of sight Steve lay his head on the counter and tried to breathe through the pain.

He didn’t even hear his replacement come in until they tapped him on the shoulder.

“You good Steve? You look kinda pale,” the kid asked. Tom, or Tim…Steve couldn’t remember just then.

“Mm fine. Here you go,” Steve took his apron off and almost threw it at the kid before making his way back around the counter and outside.

He made it to Eddie’s van just as another wave of dizziness took hold. Grabbing the door handle to keep himself upright he leaned heavily into the van door as he almost tipped over.

Just as he was about to give in and slide down onto the pavement Eddie was there, holding him up and guiding him into the car.

“Holy fuck Steve what’s wrong? You gonna pass out?”

Shaking and feeling sick Steve just shook his head as much as he could without making the pain in his head worse.

“No-no don’t think so. Sorry. Migraine. This isn’t how things were meant to go today. Maybe I should have stayed home. Just wanted things to be perfect for you,” Steve muttered as Eddie rubbed his back.

“Why didn’t you? If you’re not feeling well you could have just told me.”

Steve was almost in tears at this point. Everything was going so wrong.

“Wanted it t’be spec’al. Wan’ed to ask you out. Fucked it up now,” Steve slurred, too far gone from the pain to filter what he was even saying.

Eddie just wrapped his arms around Steve as much as their position in the van allowed and gently massaged Steve’s neck and head. The younger boys closed his eyes and felt some of the tension he was carrying begin to release.

“Oh sweetheart, you didn’t fuck anything up. Life happens. We can have a do-over another day. For now how about I take you home and we can go lay down and get you feeling better?”

“Ok,” Steve whispered, pressing into Eddie’s side.

“Good, let’s get you home and then when you’re feeling up to it, we can go on a proper date, sound good?”

“So good Eds. So good.”

“That’s settled then, let’s get you home.” Eddie pulled away and buckled Steve’s seatbelt for him. Before he started the engine though he pressed a quick kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Wha’ was tha’ for?” Steve asked, opening his eyes

“Kissing it better for you,” Eddie replied, face turning bright red as he did.

“Oh! Thank you,” Steve felt his own face heat up in response but smiled nonetheless.

Maybe things hadn’t gone quite as he had planned but somehow it seemed they had worked out anyway.

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