#so that felt really good to have gotten done

[gguk-n]

could you maybe wanna write a charles x doctor!reader fanfic where charles raced while not feeling well even though you said he shouldn’t and after the race that he finished on podium he fainted? and then he was like in hospital and had surgery and then was completely high after the surgery?

thank you in advance ♥️♥️♥️

Set in Saudi Arabian Grand Prix 2024, Charles gets appendicitis but races. established relationship. Hope you like it!!

Against Doctor's Orders

It was the Saudi Arabian grand prix, only the second race in the season and Charles hadn't been feeling too well through out the weekend. Nothing too serious he thought, probably a stomach bug since he travelled so much. "Char, you look pale" his girlfriend asked through the phone. "I'll be fine" Charles responded. "You should rest" she tried to insist. "I'm good, really" Charles forced a smile. "Not convincing me. Should've been there" she sighed. "I know you would've if you could" Charles consoled. "I'll be back on Monday and you can play doctor as much as you'd like" Charles laughed. "Play doctor" she asked in disbelief before bursting into a laugh. "Take care. Good luck. If there's anything call me and take the meds I told you too, those should help with the nausea" she said. "I will Dr. Y/L/N" Charles smiled before cutting the call.

Y/N couldn't be here and part of Charles just wanted to be babied but he couldn't be since the race was in a couple of hours. He got on track and started getting everything ready for the race. "You look paler than yesterday" Fred pointed out. "I'm fine" Charles brushed him off, going over the stats before the race.

Saudi Arabian GP was one of the hottest races but since it was during the night, the weather had started to settle down. The breeze from the sea side made the pain in his lower abdomen bearable.

As the lights turned green, Charles hit the accelerator; trying to forget the throbbing pain in his stomach or the way he thought bile would come out of his mouth every time the car turned. He kept his eyes on the track and the focus on the race. He could barely swallow any water without wanting to puke so he decided to forgo any water for the race. As the final laps of the race approached, Charles was still in a podium finish, which he thought was impressive since he felt like he was going to die any moment. When the checkered flag waved and he finished third, Charles sat in the car for a moment before he could gather any energy to pull himself out; the team kind of pulled him out of the car.

He had to drag himself to get done with the formalities before the podium, unable to speak since he felt like puking and the pain in his abdomen had gotten 10 time worse. He thought his stomach was being twisted and turned every way around. At the third step of the podium, Max assisted Charles to climb up since he looked like he was in pain. "You okay" Max quickly mouthed to which Charles just nodded trying to maintain his balance. As they were about to start distributing the trophies, Charles fell forward and fainted on the podium. Having drivers with quick reflex is a good thing, since Max was able to catch him before he hit the floor unceremoniously and was taken to the medic.

After looking at him and an unconscious Charles who couldn't answer them, they had him transferred to the hospital. Y/N watched this on the TV when she was watching the race. Her heart almost stopped when she saw Charles faint and started making calls to the team. She was busy packing her stuff to leave for the airport when Ferrari informed her that Charles was going into surgery because of his appendix. She told them she would be there by the time he woke up and quickly left the house.

A couple of hours of plane ride later and post surgery Charles was starting to wake up. Y/N had rushed to the hospital from the airport and her luggage was sat at the corner of the room. Her hands were wrapped around Charles's as he began to stir. "Hey" she cooed. "HI" Charles replied groggily, surely still high from the pain meds and anaesthesia. "You're pretty" he giggled. She smiled, "You're lucky you're cute" she sighed. "You think I'm cute" Charles giggled again. "I'm gonna go get the doctor to check on you" she said letting go of his hand. "My girlfriend's a doctor. She can check on me" Charles stated. "Babe, I'm your girlfriend and I can't since I didn't go over your case" she laughed. "You're my girlfriend?" he asked shocked. "Who did you think I was?" she laughed. "The pretty girl" Charles continued giggling to himself. Y/N slipped away for the doctors to come and check on him. After the doctors checked him, making sure he was okay and recovering well; they explained everything to Y/N.

"You need to be more careful and listen to me next time" Y/N stated. Charles just nodded. "I have a pretty girlfriend" he sang. "Couple more hours before he's out of it" she sighed and kissed his cheek relieved that he was okay. "I'm sorry for worrying you" he pouted. "It's okay as long as you're okay" she smiled. "I love you Y/N" Charles smiled brightly. "I love you too Charles" she smiled back. "You'll take care of me like you take care of all your patients?" he asked. "I'll take care of you like my boyfriend. My patients don't get cuddles and kisses while they are healing" she chuckled. "They better not, I'm gonna fight them" he said trying to make fists. "Don't do that. You have a IV line in your hand" she said straightening his hand out. "OH" he said staring at his hand. "But it doesn't hurt." Charles said. "It's not supposed to" she replied kissing his hand where the IV line was attached.

A few hours later, the effect of the medicines had worn out and Charles was just on pain meds to help post surgery. Y/N had a shit ton of videos of Charles proposing his love to her and telling everyone who set foot into the room about her which did make her embarrassed but it was sweet how proud of her he was. She made him take all the embarrassing pictures he would never agree to if he wasn't loopy to use as black mail.

"I must've been a handful" Charles asked, now completely sober. "A little but I love it that way" she smiled. "Than I'll continue to be like that" he laughed before wincing in pain. "Don't laugh too much. You'll still be in pain" she reprimanded him. "I have you" he reasoned. "You'll always have me" she stated. "Sorry for worrying you" Charles apologised. "Just don't do that again. I don't think my heart can handle that" she said. "I don't think I have two appendix to do that" Charles laughed trying to lighten the mood. "Don't laugh your stitched are still only a few hours old" she said sternly. "Okay doctor" he smiled puckering lips as if he wanted to kiss her. She leaned in and kissed his lips. "je t'aime chérie" Charles said when Y/N pulled away. "je t'aime aussi bébé" she replied.

[coffeegnomee]

ugh sometimes watching Kab pov I get real sympathetic for how difficult it must be to be in her brain and just be so confused all the time and exhausted about masking her feelings to make other people trust her and her pain in wanting to be vulnerable and receive vulnerability and feel deep reciprocal love.

But then she says shit, really fucking mean and toxic shit towards mental health and healing and it triggers my own fight or flight and i become a ball of rage.

And like, I do get it. When you start your journey of mental health healing you often become the toxic one as you throw the shit people have said to you at everyone who also has similar mental health issues as you. (been there done that) Doing it to process your own rage at being told these things, or thinking, out of desperation, that if you can just get them to fix themselves quickly, you can fix yourself quickly. The bullied becomes the bully.

But then time passes and you realize this shit is hard to overcome. (or maybe it won't ever be overcome! and that's okay!) And you stop being toxic and you start being compassionate, to yourself and others. And eventually you start to heal and become confident in your own self worth and the validity of your emotions.

But before then it's the fucking worst place to watch someone be in. And that place is unfortunately where we are right now.

below is a short transcript of the convo this reflection is based off of. it can be triggering so like, don't feel obliged to read it.

11/10/24 kab vod: "I have no idea what's happening"

1:42:00 KAB: “what about how he makes me feel? Why is it so important what he feels and to accommodate everything he’s feeling? Why do i have to conceded to that???”

1:44:00 “I’m sick of having to accommodate to everyone else’s actions” 

realizing your masking is hurting you is one of the worst realizations (imo). bc the mask keeps you safe, but if you can't process or give worth to your real emotions, it's not serving you.

so she swaps from processing her own feeling to being angry at zam.

1:47:00 She gets he needs time and space, but “We don't have time for to try and sit and process your emotions properly. Do it after we deal with this fucking issue [...] sometimes you just need to toughen up” 

Fucking hell the trigger i just felt for just toughen up. 

1:48:00 “i need to know what he’s thinking so that we can work together. In a team!” 

what team!?!

“‘Does zam really hate communication more than he likes spawn and the server’ literally. Like pick your priorities dude.”

I’m going to fucking throw up. Because yes. Actually yes. Unfortunately and actually yes. He's gotten a lot better but like.

1:53:00 “I dunno. I wish he would care about himself as much as i care about him. Hard to see him like this [pause] maybe he does need more nurturing than i can give him bro ugh. I am just not- i am not good at that shit. I think it’s stupid [..] when you have a job to do [..] just shove your emotions away for a bit. And then you can process them later” 

I was going to say this is just eclipse, but I just realized that maybe it's just this is exactly the perception Zam had of Vi: that Vi just wanted him to move on when he couldn't. All his deepest fears of what Vi wanted from him are being personified into a new person. 

(also he is shoving his emotions away and that's why he's not processing it and giving you an answer for why he "doesn't know"????? but since he's not a perfect ball of joy and masking to you and because he is doing what you can't (shove emotions away) you are in rage)

1:54:00  “But it’s like, while there’s a life or death situation that literally determines the entire server we don't have time to be like, holding your hand, you know? Like, you're an adult” ughh fuck. being broken is inconvenient for others and age is seen as an invalidation to any of your real brokenness. If you're old you no longer have the right to be broken. Can we please change this narrative? thx

“If he cared enough he would actively try and do something to help himself in this situation” 

Interesting choice of words to say "he would try to help himself if he cared" complaining about others not "working" on themselves (and you can never know if someone is working on themselves bc you're not in their brain) helps nobody bc you can only control yourself.

“You just want to sit and feel bad about yourself” no that's what you're doing kab

“He got me to fucking open up to him and pour my heart out and is now turning his back on that entirely. That’s what i’m actually more upset about” 

oh the naive belief that because you pour your heart out to someone they must reciprocate. That is the risk you take when you are honest with someone about your feelings. They are at no obligation to reciprocate ever. Never ever. But that doesn't mean your feelings aren't true and it doesn't mean you shouldn't have done it. Love is a risk.

But also she feels she was forced into it. Forced to be vulnerable and she hates the vulnerability. She doesn't remember (or believe) that Zam promised to not use it against her. She isn't willing to give him the chance to not use it against her. He simply knows and that is a threat.

So love turns into spite. Instantly. And she doesn't want to talk to him anymore. And decides that she will just be fake to him.

oh girl. keeping the mask on doesn't help anything. 

“I’ve lost a lot of respect for him today. I’m done trying to impress him”

and so the mask returns. and healing stops.

[discordiansamba]

lu ten is alive.

lu ten is somewhere in ba sing se.

lu ten, like his nephew, believes he is someone else. lan-wei smiles as he tells iroh that. he was the subject of his first experiment- the only one long feng ever permitted. it was more useful to the dai li to keep prince lu ten alive and well than it was to kill him. he'd been tasked with making sure the fire prince became a loyal earth kingdom citizen. he smiles and tells him that if he wants to find lu ten, he ought to ask his nephew.

that is all he tells iroh.

a very ugly feeling rolls in iroh's gut as he listens to the man. he has changed since then, but he was once a very fearsome general. he knows many ways to extract information from the unwilling.

he does not think any of them will work on lan-wei.

they cannot openly search for lu ten in ba sing se any more than they could openly search for zuko. he asks his nephew if he ever saw anyone that looked like his cousin, but zuko just frowns, a distant expression on his face before he quietly confesses that he does not remember what lu ten looks like. the memory of his cousin's face seems to be another victim of his newly patchwork memory.

(he recalls enough of his life before lee- but there will always be pieces missing.)

iroh shows his nephew a portrait of lu ten, and zuko stares at it for a long time, before he scratches his head. are we sure lan-wei was telling the truth? i don't think i ever met my cousin while i was lee. but he also admits that digging through his memories of that time is difficult for him. he's afraid of diving too deeply and forgetting who he is again.

but he also knows how important lu ten is to iroh.

his nephew has vowed never to wear earth kingdom green again. he burned all the clothes that lee brought with him to the palace. but just once he dons the color again. iroh watches as his nephew looks at himself in the mirror and freezes- and then slowly, steadily takes a long, deep breath.

("i'm not lee," zuko mutters, "-i'm not."

he regrets looking in the mirror. he'd seen lee there, not zuko. it was stupid. all he'd done was put on different clothes. they were just clothes, but he felt his posture shift the moment he put them on. he knows he's holding himself more like lee.

but he was doing this for uncle.

he goes back to the middle ring. back to the lotus blossom. the owner smiles at him in greeting. he'd sent another letter to her when he was still lee, apologizing and telling her he would not be coming back to work. he'd gotten a really good offer elsewhere. the natural lee smile that was so hard for him to dredge up during his date with jin graces his face so much more easily as he tells her he's here as a customer this time.

you're zuko, he reminded himself, remember that.

he picks the table best suited to watching the other customers. his fingers twitch each time a regular comes in. what is he doing, sitting here drinking tea? he needs to get up and do his job. he has to steady himself each time, but he never stands up. a few of the regulars come over to talk to him, and he desperately wishes they'd go away.

at the same time, one of them could be lu ten.

uncle, zuko reminds himself, you're doing this for uncle.

it is mid-afternoon when min-su shows up. his favorite regular practically makes a beeline for his table, sitting across him with a broad smile. well, isn't this a turn around! never thought you'd be on the customer side of things. care to share a cup with me, kid?

he rolls his eyes and tells him he's not a kid anymore.

min-su laughs, strokes his beard and-

-his beard.

his beard that always felt so wrong on him. zuko digs the portrait out of his pocket and looks up at min-su. the beard and mustache does a lot to disguise his face, but...

...min-su is lu ten. he's positive. he looks at his cousin, but lu ten is not behind those eyes. min-su is.

...suddenly, he understands how everyone around him must have felt around lee.)

can't add it now, but consider: lan-wei was so good at brainwashing zuko because this is actually his second time brainwashing a fire nation prince. or: lee has a favorite regular. it's a guardsman named min-su who always comes in during his break. he's a refugee who moved here a little after the dragon of the west's failed siege.

it's funny. they get along like they've known each other all their lives.

[divine0]

Just Monika.

[longagoitwastuesday]

Kusakabe, dear, you're too beautiful to be saying that kind of stuff

[dullgecko]

"Stop hovering. I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire if I fuck this up." Riz laughed, shooing Kristen away from him as he dug into the mechanism for the trap barring their exit from this room. He'd clocked it almost immediately after entering but he wasn't quite sure WHAT it did, only that it would be bad news if anyone triggered the pressure plate near the exit while they were still in the room.

"Actually I'd feel WAY better if all of you waited outside the door we came in through." The rogue held his arm still in the mechanism until his party had gotten out of the way, stretching up onto the tips of his toes as he followed along what he was sure was the triggering mechanism even though he couldn't see it.

He was good at disarming traps like this, hell he'd already done three today with no issues, but his luck was bound to run out eventually. He felt something slip free under his fingers and froze in place, ears straining as he waited to hear if anything had been set off before carefully trying to disentangle himself from the arcane machinery. He was almost totally free when he heard a loud 'click' from deep inside the wall, the rogue only managing a quiet 'fuck' before the anti-tampering measures for the trap kicked in. An arcane bolt of lightening striking his hand that was still partially inside the wall and stopping his heart before he could even really register what happened.

---- -----------

It was never a good thing when Riz swore like that, especially when he was working with something fiddly. Adaine had been watching him nervously from the hallway, a feeling prickling under her skin that something bad was going to happen that she just couldn't shake.

Riz had frozen for a few seconds, swishing tail going completely still before he started pulling away from the trap mechanism he'd been working on. Adaine wasn't quick enough to teleport him away though, the goblins quiet swear word the only warning she got before he tensed visibly and collapsed to the floor. The distinct smell of burning meat and hair hitting her before she registered what had happened.

'OH FUCK! Kristen!" She wasn't going to risk entering the room jusylt in case he'd accidentally tripped the main trap, instead using scatter to pull the limp body of their friend directly into their midst so Kristen could bring him back.

Kristen was quick on the draw, less than twelve seconds elapsing between Riz going down and their cleric trying to bring him back up but it didn't work. Diamond going black and crumbling to dust as a confused look crossed over her face and she tried again with similar results.

"Cassandra please. What do you mean his soul isn't available?" Kristen was frantically patting down her pockets for spare diamond that might have fallen out of her pouch, Fig dropping her own single spare into their clerics had for her to try again but.... nothing. Tears starting to form in Kristensceyes as their last diamond crumbled to nothing and Riz was still dead.

"He's..... he didn't come back?"

one of the bad kids (Riz?) dies when Kristen is out of diamonds and the others run a heist on heaven to bring him back

//Welcome~ Risen soul, to the fields of Bytopia.//

Riz blinked, an expression of pure confusion adorning his face as he stood frozen in the middle of a lush field. This wasn't right. He'd been disarming a trap in an abandoned temple in the Red Wastes last thing he remembered. It was an easy one... though perhaps that click he'd heard while elbow-deep in the mechanism had been a bad sign.

He glanced down at his watch, tail flicking backwards and forwards as he waited for Kristen or Fig to bring him back. Grimacing when the hands ticked over once... twice... okay three minutes since he died something had clearly gone wrong he should be back by now. They were almost done fetching that material component for Ayda he couldn't be dead.

"Hey kid. I'm so sorry."

Riz's head snapped up when he heard his fathers voice, ears perked up happily despite the circumstances. "Sorry? They're just taking a little longer than normal that's all."

"Not this time bud. It's your time I'm afraid. On the bright side you're a risen soul at least?"

"My time? I'm only seventeen?"

"Yeah, that's just how it goes sometimes I'm afraid. Come on, lets get you a hot drink and sit you down so you can process all this."

Pok place a hand gently on Riz's shoulder, the younger goblin still a little confused. He nearly unbalanced himself and fell over backwards when he unconsiously flexed his wings and shifted his center of gravity but his fathers hand on his shoulder kept him mostly upright. The older goblin leading him to sit down under the tree near his desk while he went to fetch him something hot to drink.

Riz was incredibly confused. He SHOULD have been brought back almost immediatly. It was only a matter of time though, he told himself. There was no way his friends would let him stay dead for long.

[calamitydaze]

long tag ramble below u have been warned

[squirmydonnie]

I was supposed to go do something tomorrow. But I don't think I can.

It was supposed to be my chance to actually do something in this.

It's a youth council for my county.

I've been a part of it for the whole school year. Though it's not really connected to the school.

Its multiples different schools in the county.

I haven't been able to participate in it much.

Tomorrow is really today. I'm supposed to be picking up trash. Which I'm fine with. I've done it in ROTC as well.

But it starts at 2 and ends at 4. I will probably be too tired to do it tomorrow.

I'm so tired. I just want to sleep.

I would need to eat first. But I will miss it.

And I didn't end up telling my parents the time or even that I was going, because I've been working on assignments I've had today.

I didn't even have school today.

But I couldn't work on one assignment yesterday. And another one a teacher assigned us to do. Even though it's a teacher work day and there were only 5 minutes left in class.

Some students leave right at those 5 minutes.

Because they need the bus to go to away classes.

I've gotten really confused with days. I thought tomorrow was Sunday. Or today was.

But I've lost my chance now to really be apart of this youth council thing.

I'm not getting up before one to pick up trash because I won't be all that helpful. I know how I am. And I assume I won't really be able to respond to things.

Because I probably won't.

I would need to eat first. Because recently when I don't eat enough I start shaking. And I'll probably sleep long. Because i normally do on weekends.

I really want to be a part of this.

The only thing I can really say I've done is be a part of meetings and at an important one.

But otherwise, I can't think of anything I've really done.

I'm not really a huge asset to the group.

I'm just not. Today would be a day I could do that.

But at this rate. I don't think its happening.

I'm going to go to sleep now and hope for the best. Not sure what else I could do.

[pepprs]

ok i took a nap sorry for miseryposting

[ilargeicontradictmiself]

Second time during the whole season I'm actually home to watch the ep and my head is spinning i feel like shit i don't know if it'll help or make it worse

[artificial-condition]

I’ve been eating better* lately and I didn’t realize how much what I eat impacts how I feel and how my default feeling has been eh when it could be good

I’ve been building these habits for a while but they’re just really starting to take and I feel much better. I started changing my habits because I get headaches and migraines semi regularly and I was having migraines almost every day for 2-3 weeks; getting too hungry (and getting too little sleep but I’ve been working on that too) is one of my main migraine triggers so I have been trying to eat more consistently and better

Another reason I’ve been eating better is money. Before I’d spend a lot of money on processed food or whatever specific thing that day I wanted to eat but part of eating better for me has been eating big portions of the food I make for dinner (or whoever makes for dinner) and what we have in the house rather than buying expensive unhealthy things (I have been eating a lot of snack foods as my main foods for a while). So basically I have not been following the habit of “eating exactly what I want or nothing” and instead just eating the food I have

*by eating better I mean:

•eating bigger, fuller, more frequent meals

•eating meals of substance (not empty calories/just carbs and sugar) (so eating more fruits, vegetables, proteins)

•waiting until after I eat food of substance to eat the sweet/carby thing I was craving when I was really hungry (most of the time I find I don’t want it near as much after I eat) (this has really emphasized how much the cliche “don’t spoil your dinner” really is true)

•drinking more water over non-water drinks (okay I might sound like a child but my main non-water drink is milk. I love milk and could drink so much a day)

•snacking on fruit so I don’t get too hungry

•eating food from home and leftovers

[nippular]

***

[autism-corner]

wait.... guy might actually be beating the horrors....

[sttoru]

Trueform sukuna who never kisses his concubines. EXCEPT he only kisses his favorite concubine aka reader 😞🎀

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. you’re the only one deserving of lord sukuna’s.. direct affection.

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. fluff, suggestive at most. uhh exhibitionism ? kinda but nothing crazy sexual happens, so pda. size difference. reader gets called ‘doll.’

you’re standing at the entrance of the estate, along with some other concubines. four of them. uraume is there with you as well. you’re all awaiting the one person you’re serving; ryomen sukuna.

it’s silent. the women don’t dare to speak up nor do they dare address you in a menacing manner because of uraume’s presence. you’re thankful for them. you really don’t want to have another petty fight with the concubines. not before your little trip to the village nearby.

you’re all accompanying sukuna to meet up with an infamous clan leader. it’s official business, but you’re needed as a sign of your lord’s high status. you’re basically his trophies that he likes to show off.

“interesting choice of clothing,” sukuna finally shows up. you all bow, showing respect. you look up and only then realise that he’s addressing you. his eyes wander over your figure, “who’s chosen that for you?”

you glance down at your kimono. it’s a beautiful red—suiting the color of sukuna’s eyes. your hair is put up in a neat bun, with a matching crimson hairpin that represented who you belong to.

him.

“my lady-in-waiting, my lord,” you say quietly. you cannot see it, yet can easily feel it; the jealous glares from the four women. they’re dressed in the exact same color red, yet their lord hasn’t paid them any mind. not even a glance.

sukuna just hums in response and makes a mental note of your answer. at least his human servants are good for something. he continues to shamelessly check you out.

“lord sukuna,” uraume interrupts carefully. they bow their head once the king of curses looks their way with a stoic expression, “we’ll have to leave now if we wish to make it there at dawn.”

it’s a gentle reminder, but there’s some urgency in their voice. sukuna rolls his eyes—he may have some official business, but he’s not attending that. not before taking care of other more important stuff first. “silence,” he comments to uraume, heavy steps heading your way afterwards.

your eyes meet his. you blink in confusion, eyelashes fluttering. the sight makes sukuna’s hands twitch at his sides. the way you stare up at him with such naïveté is making him want to destroy it.

you’re unsure what sukuna wants from you. as he orders, everyone stays quiet. you watch as his big hands wrap around your body—your waist engulfed by his warm palms. your eyes widen, but before you can question his actions, your lips are sealed by his.

it’s rare that he does this. kissing sukuna is a privilege. one that no one has ever gotten the honour of having, except for you.

you’ve tasted him. you’ve felt his tongue slither against yours. you’ve had his saliva mix with yours. you’ve had him grunting in your mouth.

you’ve had it all.

no one says a thing. even as your feet are lifted from the ground by the sheer strength of sukuna’s grip on your small body. to reach his lips properly, he has to pick you up and hold you against his chest. it’s his favorite thing to do.

“pretty thing,” sukuna coos with a grin. you can feel his lips curling up menacingly against your mouth. it makes you whine. you instantly shut up once you realise that you’re still outside and surrounded by others—who are basically waiting on you two to be done.

you’re embarrassed to the point that you want nothing more than to hide your face against sukuna’s chest. but he will not let you until he’s had his fill. your tongues swirl around each other passionately, followed by him sucking on your bottom lip and biting it with his sharp fangs.

“my lord,” you whine quietly. you know this’ll end up like that one time in the garden. where he shamelessly took you in front of his servants. you’re unsure if it’s a smart thing to do right now. sukuna has an appointment to go to after all.

his mouth doesn’t stop interlocking with yours. his thick fingers tug at the hairs on the back of your neck, causing you to part your lips in surprise. the king of curses takes his chance and explores your warm little mouth. the one that he’s claimed as his the moment you became his concubine.

you tug at his sleeve as a reminder. sukuna grumbles in annoyance, but he knows you’re right; he should let go. his bottom set of eyes dart over to uraume for a second and upon seeing their expressionless yet determined face, he sighs.

all that official business can suck his dick.

sukuna finally detaches his lips from your now wet and swollen ones. you’re breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. you’re flustered to the point you actually bury your face into sukuna’s chiseled chest. you’re sure this’ll be the only talk around the estate for the upcoming week. you’ll become the victim of some more. . . bullying.

the king of curses notices that you don’t let go of him at all. he grins at the sight of you so desperately clinging onto him. he tries to undo the little mess he made of your once neat hair in the meantime.

“what? want me to carry you all the way there, doll?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, teasing you as per usual. you don’t let go of him since you’re still cooling off. you’ve never really kissed outside of the bedroom. it always happens behind closed doors, so this one time took you by surprise.

you shake your head and plop down on your feet again. “no, my apologies, my lord,” you straighten the material of your kimono and don’t even dare to look at the others. uraume would understand, since they’re used to their lord’s antics, but the concubines will cause big trouble once you’re back home.

sukuna nods in acknowledgment. he still got that evil smirk on his face. his thumb brushes the smudged lipstick from the corner of your mouth, cleaning up his mess once again. he’s nice enough to do so today.

“heh.” sukuna lets out an amused chuckle before walking away and ahead of you—the others silently following, as do you. you’re right behind him, on his right side, as he turns his head to yours, “just so y’know, i’m not done with you.”

you know sukuna isn’t. you can easily tell by the way that he didn’t even bother to wipe the lipstick from his own lips. he’s wearing that stain like it’s a medal of sorts. evidence that you’re the only one he’s ever going to show such affection to.

either way; you’re in for one hell of a ride once you’re back from your little business trip.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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sorry there is SO MUCH text in the tags .. i definitely shouldve just put this in a regular post but . i didnt. its too late.. ive committed to this.

the whole "doflamingo has always been evil" thing doesn't sit right with me. idk. maybe it's because i think the environment during childhood is what shapes someone's personality, especially if there's a traumatic experience. and call me crazy, but perhaps being raised in a world full of supremacists and classists with an extreme god complex can affect your views on the world and yourself at a very early age. and perhaps i'm being a bit insane here, but, like, idk. maybe being fucking tied up and tortured and seeing everything you love burnt down to ashes while a whole town tells you you're evil for your mere existence could make you develop a hatred towards them. and, wow! maybe i'm saying something wild, but if you're taking care of your little brother and an older man tells you you're the chosen one to create a fucking mafia and he boosts your god complex to an insane, unhealthy, and almost grooming-like extent, of fucking course you're gonna end up like doflamingo.

but idk, call me crazy.