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Commission for @superat626, featuring @yunisverse's character Ondan~! ✨

[copiousloverofcopia]

Hi there Ghesties!!! I am back for the last day of Lupercalia with some Secondo x OC Marcus content for the lovely @ashley-ghuleh!

Thank you so much for letting me bring Marcus to life! Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

💗 Special thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the beautiful dividers!

The Hell Torn Heart

After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo.

Chapter 4: Tutoring with the Devil

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

Chapter 4: Tutoring with the Devil

The clock kept ticking outside Secondo’s office. The dark and foreboding door closed to Marcus as he watched the hands on the clock move slower and slower. Sweat, beginning to run down his back as the anxiety crept in. Wondering why he was making him wait so long. 

The sound of the ticking began to grow louder and louder within his ears. His vision, becoming more blurred the longer he sat staring between the clock and the door. Marcus was beginning to feel as if he might go mad before the door would ever open. Suddenly, however, he heard voices coming from the other side. 

“And we will discuss that more at a later date Papa, I can’t be sure when. I will have Nadia get back to you.” said a Cardinal as he excited the office. Nodding to Marcus, who bowed his head in reverence, before heading down the hall. Only just before the dark, stoic man Marcus had been waiting on appeared in the doorway. Staring him down with his piercing mismatched eyes.

“What are you waiting for Puppy? Come in.” Secondo told him, waving his hand to gesture him inside. Marcus swallowed back hard before rising to do as he was ordered. Moving past Secondo, who smelled delightfully of sweet cigar smoke and incense.  Marcus sat down on the chaise lounge in the office. The lush velvet green chair, perfectly matching the aesthetic of Secondo’s vestments. Marcus was trying hard not to bounce his leg, but instead leaned back in his seat as if he was completely relaxed. A facade that Secondo quickly saw through. 

“You know… It won’t be easy to fool me piccolo. I have had bigger and badder demons than yourself try to pull the proverbial wool over my eyes.” Secondo chuckled. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about Papa.” Marcus huffed, trying his best to appear tough and well contained, but inside he was shaking like a leaf. Everything about Secondo made him nervous and even more so—turned on. Worried every moment that he’d give away his attraction. So stressed that Marcus began to feel his glamour slipping, cringing when he realized that Secondo had noticed it too. 

“Uh huh… Does that happen often?” he asked him, lighting up a cigar as he sat down opposite him at the desk. The smoke, curling as it rose in the air—filling the room with a rich leathery scent. 

“Does what?” Marcus started, pretending to have no idea.

“You know this is going to take much longer if you continue to play dumb… but no worries I am more than equipped for the task. I am referring to your glamour Marcus. Do you always struggle to maintain it?” Secondo asked.

“Only in high stress situations.” Marcus reluctantly admitted, allowing himself to sit more upright, closer to the edge of the seat. 

“That's more like it. Honesty, with me it is not only expected—it is required. Is that understood?”

“Yes Papa.” 

“Good, now come closer.” Secondo told him, curling a finger over at him to approach. Smirking with a piqued brow as Marcus did as he was instructed. He wasn’t sure what to make of him yet. Part of Papa reminded him of his father—cold, withdrawn, and maybe a hint of cruelty. There was however something else there he couldn’t quite place. 

“What do you plan on doing?” Marcus asked, a bit smugly with a slight obnoxious undertone.

“I plan to teach you about how to control yourself, while also allowing yourself to let go.” Secondo explained, though Marcus couldn't understand exactly what he meant. Secondo let out a sigh as he pulled out a drawer. Rummaging around a moment before pulling out a black leather collar with a single metal loop. Tossing it over to Marcus who caught it mid air. Staring at it with confusion.

“What's this for?”

“You will wear that until you can show me that you can control yourself without it. Think of it as a symbol of your training… your obedience to the Ministry.” Secondo explained. Marcus felt immediately threatened—belittled. 

A fucking collar? He really is going to treat me like some mangy mutt that they drug in off the streets, Marcus thought to himself. His displeasure with the idea, clearly written on his face.

“Good… the more you hate it, the less time it will take for you to resist.” 

“I am not resisting. I–I’m just trying to find my place—where I belong. Who I am.” Marcus admitted, wondering to himself why he suddenly felt so compelled to confess it. To let Secondo know his true plight, the inner struggles that he himself was not always able to confront. 

“And who are you?” Secondo asked, exhaling a puff of smoke before putting his cigar out on the ashtray, approaching Marcus on the chaise. 

“What?” Marcus asked, genuinely surprised that Secondo had asked him. It was a simple question for most, but for him—he didn’t really know the answer. As the Papa came to sit beside him, Marcus tensed up, once again his glamour slipping in and out before Secondo continued. 

“Who are you Marcus, where do you come from? Tell me.” he insisted, leaning in to hear what Marcus would say.

“To be honest with you, there’s not much to tell. I spent the majority of my life blocking out memories of my childhood.”

“You've repressed things?”

“I know I have. All I have left is snippets of images and sounds. Weird things that strangely enough remind me of this place. My father in robes, something with blood, and pentagrams. Other than those things, I know virtually nothing else about my father—only that he was cruel and treated my mother and I like shit. I still bear scars from his piss poor parenting. Piece of shit drove my mother to the grave.”

“Were you and your mother close?” he asked him, instantly the look on Marcus’s face softened. A saddened glaze, overcoming his eyes. 

“She was everything. Always wanted the best for me. Wanted me to be happy. I loved her more than anything.” he replied.

“It must have been hard for you when she died, si?”

“It was, I was on the streets after that. Never looked back. My mother wanted me as far away from him as I could get, but I could never leave her there...you know? I didn’t understand why she stayed.” Marcus continued.

“Which one of them was infernal?”

“Oddly enough, my mother. She didn’t want that for me though. I remember her telling me to reject it for my safety. Always encouraging me to be more like the humans. Though I refused to be like my father. I learned from a young age I was different. Not everyone turned into a hellhound and had the ability to control fire.”

“Ah, so fire is your element… Dew will appreciate that.” Secondo chimed in.

“Yeah… though I can’t do much with it. I’m more like a glorified lighter than anything else.” Marcus chuckled, feeling a sense of relief from the change in subject. 

“We can work on that, you can be sure of it. What have you been doing in the world before Copia scooped you up?” Secondo asked, leaning into the chair. Looking incredibly handsome in his fine black Italian suit and leather shoes. Marcus caught himself staring, hoping that the blush hadn’t hit his face. Though he could feel the heat rising in them. 

“I–I ah have been around. Mostly in Germany. I have been working odd jobs, a lot under the table. Nothing too interesting. Only good thing in my life is my guitar.” 

“I would love to hear you play it sometime.” Secondo smirked. Marcus’s eyes widened as his heart began to pound.

“Sure thing…ah…when do we do it… ah… I mean what it is we are supposed to do together… for my lessons?” Marcus said, his pride aching from the overwhelming embarrassment he felt. Stumbling and stammering over his words like a lovesick teenager.

“Here I will teach you quite a few things. First about what it means to be a Hell Hound as clearly you weren't told much.” Secondo began, stroking his chin as he thought. “We will also teach you elemental magic. Allow you to control your flame.”

“Oh ok…that sounds… good.” Marcus smiled. Secondo sat for a moment. Quietly contemplating his method of instruction when something about Marcus's story kept nagging at him. 

“Tell me Marcus whatever came of your father?”

“I'm not sure… never did find out where the old man fucked off too. Probably dead for all I know.” he answered. 

“What was his name?” 

“James, James Kohle.” Marcus told him. Though Secondo remained calm, the sound of that name rang through him. Knowing exactly who his father was, unable to tell Marcus yet the truth. Secondo stood up from the chaise and held out his hand for Marcus to take. 

“Alright then. Now we begin.” 

For the next several weeks Marcus was almost always confined to Secondo’s office. The walls and paintings, imprinted in his brain. Knowing the layout of those 4 walls almost as well as Secondo himself. Pacing the room as he worked on his craft and learned about his heritage. 

Secondo had explained so much to him in those weeks. Marcus ever the willing student, listening to him intently—all the while wishing that they were more than mere student and teacher. 

Secondo revealed to him the history of his infernal roots. Instructed him that the Hell Hounds true calling was as guardians of Hell itself. The way he explained them made Marcus feel a sense of pride for the first time. Honored to be descended from those would protect the underworld, both from things inside and out. 

He was also being tutored in elemental magic. Struggling though he did to grasp his pyrokinetic powers, Marcus eventually was able to summon the flame at will. Even more so to concentrate enough to throw it across the room. Secondo’s vintage curtains, taking the brunt of his ignorance and much needed practice. Though he was a pain to teach at times, Secondo found himself growing fonder of the “Puppy” every day. 

The two of them, beginning to have moments filled with innuendo and subtle flirting during their lessons. Hinting and playfully messing with one another, but the boundary between them never being crossed. Both of them, trying their best to maintain the professionalism of their relationship. Things were complicated even more so than just the sexual tension. Though Secondo would deny it, it seemed that the closer they became the more he worried. Secondo, knowing from the moment that Marcus said his father’s name, that he knew his father.  

There was a man, years ago in his days as a Bishop, who was called by that name. A man with the same shared passion for the occult and power as Secondo. The two of them close in their theological studies and ordination into the Satanic church. At one time, Secondo even had a mind to call him friend—but all that changed. 

He was unpredictable. Secondo remembering that James always had trouble following the rules. Constantly getting himself and others into trouble, dabbling into magics that he had not been given permission to practice. From unauthorized summoning ghouls and demons to sacrificial magic, which was relegated only to be done by the Papas themselves. 

In his last year within the Abbey, he grew weary of the Emeritus rule. Having only become a Cardinal, he was jealous of the power bestowed to their family line—to Secondo and his brothers. Denouncing the power of Papacy and the Emeritus bloodline as the ultimate rulers of Satan’s church on Earth. Instead suggesting that he and the other siblings rise up to claim the Ministry for their own. 

It wasn’t long before word got out about his betrayal. Secondo, more than anyone feeling the weight of James’s actions. The man calling for the death of the Emeritus family and all those who would refuse to turn on them. Finally getting caught in the summoning room attempting to summon ghouls to his cause—but he was stopped.

James fled the Abbey that night. Avoiding the consequences of his crimes. Effectively excommunicated from the Ministry and exiled from Italy lest he be put to death for betraying his order. From that day forward, no one in the Ministry had heard from him ever again. 

It was a memory that filled Secondo with pain and guilt. Feeling responsible for missing red flags in his friend that could have spared them all so much. Secondo had thought all of that was behind him, until his son happened by fate to become his pupil. Marcus, completely unaware of the chaos that his father had caused. 

That day Secondo had decided to tell him about his father. Worried that the unspoken truth between them would eventually destroy what they had built. And though Secondo hadn’t acted on them, he had begun to develop feelings for Marcus. Feelings that went far beyond his tutelage and delved deep into longing and lust. 

“You wanted to see me, Papa?” Marcus asked as he poked his head in the doorway. Secondo looking up from his notes on his desk. Tucking a photo of Marcus’s father inconspicuously under the paperwork as he approached. 

“Si, I wanted to talk to you about something before our lesson this afternoon.” Secondo began.

“Sounds good though I can’t tell you how excited I am to spar with Dew in the dungeons—it's gonna be a blast.” Marcus beamed. His smile, making Secondo cock twitch. Watching as Marcus grew in excitement.   

“I am glad you’re looking forward to it. But what I have to tell you is a much more pressing matter.” 

“Oh?” he asked as Secondo rose up from his desk and motioned for them to sit together on the sofa. Secondo couldn’t help but notice just how sexy Marcus looked in his black crop top and gray cargo pants. Feeling the need to adjust himself as he sat. A situation that did not go unnoticed by Marcus. 

“I wanted to tell you that I am very happy with your progress here. You have learned so much in the past few weeks. But that being said, you have so much more you need to learn and well if I don’t tell you this now, then I fear it may ruin your progress.” Secondo told him. Marcus could see his lips moving, but he was no longer hearing the words Secondo was saying. His brain, stuck on the sexy way the top two buttons of Secondo’s black dress shirt were open. The hint of chest hair poking out from them.  

Marcus couldn’t help it, when his jaw fell slack, his eyes traced the line of buttons down to the top of Secondo’s pants. Noticing the slight swelling that had bulged there. Was Secondo as interested in him as he was? Without even thinking he spoke.

“Papa, I think I know what you’re going to say?” Marcus told him, his eyes looking heavy and intense. 

“You do?” Secondo asked surprisedly. Without warning Marcus lunged at him. Taking Secondo’s lips on his, fast and deep. His forked tongue, slipping into Secondo’s mouth with fervor as Marcus’s hand ran up under Secondo’s shirt.

“Cucciolo, what are you—what are you doing?” Secondo asked, pushing Marcus back a bit. Instantly Marcus became embarrassed, worried that he had misread the signals. Mistook something innocent for Secondo’s desire for him.

“Oh fuck I–I don’t know what came over me…I just—” Marcus started before Secondo grabbed him, pressing his lips back to him. The sexual tension had become too much for them both. No longer able to deny their attraction to one another. 

“Shut up.” Secondo whispered against the softness of Marcus’s lips. The two of them, devouring one another as Marcus quickly undid the rest of the buttons on the shirt. His fingers running over Secondo’s chest hair. Tugging it a bit as Secondo groaned into Marcus’s mouth. 

“I want to give you something.” Marcus said coyly before he began kissing down the Papa’s chest. Secondo’s head, rolling back against his shoulders as he closed his eyes to the feel of Marcus’s touch. His protege's skillful hands, working quickly to undo his pants and his zipper as he dropped to his knees before him. Releasing Secondo’s throbbing cock before he could react. 

“Oh cazzo!” Secondo growled as Marcus began to stroke him. Spitting into his hand, before sliding up and down the shaft with ease. Running his finger along the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock. Secondo felt himself begin to lose control, bucking upwards into Marcus’s fist. 

“Hmm…” Marcus hummed before dropping his mouth over Secondo’s cock. The Papa’s eyes, opening wide as he stared down at him. Marcus’s bright eyes, looking back up at him as he slowly slurped over the head. His tongue swirling around Secondo’s length. His teeth, grazing against his shaft. Taking great pleasure in watching Secondo come undone.

“You like that?” he asked. Secondo amused by his confidence. Deciding to put him back in his place. Bucking up hard and fast into Marcus’s throat, eliciting a gag from him in response. Marcus, quickly trying to play it off as he continued. 

“Tsk tsk tsk....grrr…” Secondo began, biting his lower lip as he watched some more, “All this gagging and teeth makes me think your confidence from our hallway encounter may have been a bit much pet.” he teased. His words set Marcus on fire. With something now to prove, he became so incredibly messy and feral. Drool, dripping down his chin as he sucked Secondo off. His hands gripped tightly on his lover’s thighs as he swallowed him deep in the back of his throat. The noises coming from Secondo, loud and debaucherous. 

Before either of them knew it, Secondo was cumming hard and fast in the back of Marcus’s throat. The cum, pouring into his mouth in ropes of hot ecstasy and need. Both of them, breathless from the encounter. Secondo, relaxing back against the sofa as Marcus sat back on his knees, pleased with himself as he watched Secondo panted and struggled to catch his breath. 

“Guess I am not such a puppy now huh?” he asked him, sticking out his tongue and allowing the fluids from within his mouth to drip down his chin and his neck. Secondo smirked, grabbing hold of Marcus’s collar to pull him up closer. Taking a moment to wipe the mix of drool and cum from his mouth before he spoke.

“Next time Cucciolo, swallow.”

Notes:

cucciolo-Puppy

Oh cazzo- oh fuck

[zackmartin]

Ooo, I just hit my next hundred !!

[simandy]

Commissioned by @konpeitogalaxy !

Coolest hairstyle ever by @konpeitogalaxy ! Thank you for allowing me to recreate your cool hair!

IMPORTANT NOTICE: I'm changing this hair's thumbnail and post image because the original commissioner asked me to :) Here's his open letter to simblr:

"hello :3 this is konpeitogalaxy! im sorry for causing a fuss, but as a trans masc person it took me off guard and made me very dysphoric to see hundreds of people exclusively tag a creation based off real life pictures of me exclusively as #female hair and #female sims and whatnot ^^* i understand i look very feminine because i can't start hrt due to finances and health, but as a favor to me, please use the cc i commissioned for more non-female characters as well as tagging it as both female *and* male hair (because it works on both frames which is super awesome!!) i understand if you only want to use my hair for feminine sims, but out of respect, please just tag it as #male cc as well as your other tags or something like that when youre sharing it around ^^* <3 thank you very very much for reading all this and i hope you have a beautiful delightful and lovely day :-)"

I hope everyone understands it! Have a nice day! ^^ Changing the post's picture was our shared decision so we could remind you of the different usages of the hair, as it fits all frames! Thank you!

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[yuujispinkhair]

AAAHHH I GOT AN XMAS GIFT!! My new selfship commission!! My boyfies Sukuna and Yuuji are taking me on a cute date 💗🌹💗🌹 Don't they look dashing in their suits? 💗💗

Thank you so much to @hannycho12 for drawing another absolutely beautiful picture for me 💗💗 You are always so sweet and reliable!

And a huge thank you to my sweet friend who gifted me this commission!! This is so so nice of you 😭😭 I am getting so emotional all over again aaaaah 💗💗 I am hugging you!!

[eira-arte]

Hi! I'm going to be taking $10 emergency commissions. They will be icons and look like this: (pictures below). I take PayPal only. It's $10 for flat color (no shading, like the girl with hearts and all pink.) And $20 for shading and lighting along with color. (Like the girl with dark hair and pink clothing!)

The emergency is I have to move and don't have quite enough to move into an apartment just yet and I'm not sure if I'll get the paycheck I need from my job before I have to be out of the place I'm in now.

Anything is appreciated. My PayPal is @iriCAPIRI and I can only take that form of payment as cash app has royally screwed me over and refuses to fix itself. I might eventually also make a Ko-Fi which would definitely help with done light donations if anyone wanted to try that. I would also doodle/draw something for you too if you did donate anything on Ko-Fi!

Thank you! 💗💗💗

[illir]

mostly sherliam (+mi6 etc) post timeskip art dump

just realised i have a lot of these even the ones i from 2022 that i never posted on tumblr so here you go! as usual doesn't include drawings that already had separate posts in my blog

long post!

(↑ i like to imagine sherlock and mary are kinda in an in-law situation post-timeskip, except he's kinda awkward around her now (but still wanna be nice to her since she's john's wife after all) while she's just chill with him)

(bean water = coffee) (but louis, tea is also just leaf water...)

(i hope they still get to go on dates even in london~!)

(the flowers are in liam's room now💗)

(↑ is ko-fi request)

(↑ is ko-fi request as well)

(↑ set in chapter 65. fred who's too excited to show his roses that he's been tending to the past 3 years to william who just got back from america)

this ended up with a lot of just louis and sherlock beefing haha i unfortunately didn't get to draw a lot from the 221b side so i hope to get the chance to do so in the future 💪 (or psst commission me or send me a ko-fi request to do it 👀👉 renebaeragi.carrd.co )

thank you for reading!

[captastra]

"You would really prefer me as I am?" "You're already everything I need you to be."

Was able to snag a commission from the amazingly talented @redreart and omg I can't gush enough about how much I love this art of Gale and Evie!! They look amazing and so in love lost in the weave 🥺🥰💞! I can't thank you enough for bringing them to life 💗

[moonpatroclus]

thank you to @b-astora for creating this beautiful commission for me💗 I wish I had the words to express how in love I am with this art. I hope we all love soft sweet tender Azris as much as I do🫶🏻

@erisweek2023

Please do not repost, reblogs welcome :)

[mikibagels]

Thank you so much to Eri for commissioning me Phantom Blood Dio!! He was such a joy to work on! 🤭 I hope you give him many hugs and squishes!!! 🫂💗

If you'd like to commission a plushie just like this one, shoot me a message or fill out my commission form! 🙇‍♀️💛

[quackysmackk]

Hi guys! Thank you guys so much for everything! I honestly don’t know where you all came from but you guys are truly the best. ✨💗

I would like to take this time to mention that I also made a server so that it’ll be easier for me to update you guys on my drawings and stuff! (Also a place for possible commission announcements too?)

Here’s the invite to join! -> https://discord.gg/2AsPUpDT4Y

Again, thank you so much for helping me reach this milestone! I love you all and I hope to see you guys (maybe) there?

[orangeblossombitch]

So excited to finally have finished this commission for @littlestpersimmon ! I had so much fun, thank you for trusting me with your boy💗

Click here for more info about Chintan and his world

And here if you want to see my commission post

[makeyoumine69]

Starfall (commission)

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: Ever since he was a kid, Patrick always had everything he wanted. Always egoistical and entitled, he always took everything he had for granted. But what happens when one day his entire world falls apart when he receives a call?

— CONTAINS: Patrick Bateman's POV and no other warnings in order to avoid spoilers!😏

— WORDS: 2.3k

— A/N: Writing Patrick's POV was such a rollercoaster experience for me, so I want to thank a person who asked me to write this commission. Love you guys, I hope you like it!💗

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST] [COMMISSIONS] [AO3] [buy me a coffee]💓

The sudden knock on my office door made me frown in annoyance, as I was in the middle of listening to the new Phil Collins tape. Slowly, I removed my headphones and turned to look at Jean, her expression was something between sorrow and shock. 

"What is it?" I ask, straightening my red tie.

"P-Patrick... I got a call from..."

Jesus, why do women always need to be so slow?

"A call from?" I repeated, crossing my arms in a mannerly way, without missing a chance to check my gold Rolex.

"From the hospital." She blurted out quickly before dropping her head.

I still didn't understand why she looked so sad, so I leaned back in my chair and let out a tired sigh.

"So you interrupted me because some asshole dialed the wrong number?" I pointed at my phone, enjoying the way she got embarrassed. "When I have a break, it means I don't exist to anyone, even you, Jean. How many times have I told you that?"

"It's about (y/n)," something heavy fell in my stomach. "They called to say that she got in a car accident, and they found your office number in her wallet."

Her words hit me harder than a truck, and I could swear I felt my blood freeze in my veins from the creeping fear. Fear of losing you. I stood up before even thinking about it, my hands shaking, but I tried my best to keep my cool. 

"Patrick." Jean muttered as she watched me put on my coat.

"Where is she?" 

"Can I come with you? I want to help."

"WHERE IS SHE?" I didn't even notice my voice getting loud, but when I saw Jean's frightened glance, a shaky breath escaped my lungs and I closed my eyes for a second. "Sorry."

"I... it's okay, I understand." She carefully handed me my scarf, which had accidentally fallen, and I hadn't even noticed. "I wrote down the address."

In addition to my scarf, she gave me a piece of paper with her note, I could barely control myself now that I realized what was happening was real.

"Thank you, Jean." I mumble, buttoning my coat and taking my briefcase. "For everything."

The taxi ride took only 20 minutes, but to me it felt like an eternity, and when I finally saw the outline of the hospital, I let out a nervous breath and got out of the car. I paid the taxi driver double what I had to, but I didn't care.

With every step I took, my heart was about to burst through my rib cage, it was beating so fast that it even hurt, and I felt so helpless and miserable under the weight of circumstances that I found it difficult to even open the main door.

Inside the hospital, time seemed to stop for me. I looked around, trying not to panic, and rushed to the reception desk, almost bumping into a nurse on the way.

The receptionist noticed my anxiety and overtook me, asking in a calm voice, "How can I help you, sir?"

"I... I'm looking for (y/n). I was informed that she's here." I said hesitantly, leaning on the reception desk.

"One moment, please." The middle-aged lady replied, fixed her glasses and picked up the phone to make a call.

To be fair, I tried not to listen to what she was saying, doing my best to distract myself from thinking about the worst, as if the worst hadn't already happened. Fuck, I'm such a mess.

"Sir?" 

I shrugged at the receptionist's voice and cleared my dry throat. "Sorry. What did you say?"

"The patient you asked about. Her condition is stable now, but she's in a coma. And we can't say when she'll—" 

"Can I see her?" I interrupted, my emotions finally taking over.

The lady sighed, but said nothing.

"Please," the grief and despair were eating me from the inside, and I was about to lose myself at any moment. "I need to see her and talk to the doctor!"

"I completely understand your feelings, sir," she held out her hand in a reassuring gesture. "I'll see what I can do. Please wait here."

In a few minutes I was walking down the long, dimly lit corridor, accompanied by several nurses. I had never been more scared in my life, I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my ears as my blood rushed through my veins as if I were about to jump off the top of the Empire State Building.

When one of the nurses stopped near the door to what I assumed was your medical room, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds. No, I was not prepared for what awaited me behind that door, but was it possible to be prepared at all?

Suffocating, I managed to open the door and walked in, all my insides tightened the moment I saw you lying on the hospital bed, your face looked so peaceful, even with the oxygen mask on, you were like a sleeping beauty.

At first I didn't know what to do, so I just stood by the door for a while, and only then did I dare to approach your small, motionless form. Cautiously, as if afraid to wake you up, I sat down next to your bed and I thought my eyes were already beginning to water.

"Hello, dear." I murmured sadly, slowly running my hand along the edge of the bed. "I... I'm here now, and everything's going to be okay. I promise you."

I felt stupid because I knew you couldn't hear me, but still, my urge to assure you that everything would be fine didn't seem strange to me. I brushed away a single tear that ran down my cheek, which you always loved to stroke, and looked at your face, wishing for a moment that I could remove this mask and press my lips to yours. I damned myself for not doing it more often when you were around. God, why did I always have to be so stubborn and arrogant?

"(Y/n), you've always been so kind to me, and you've never asked for anything in return… and I probably didn't appreciate it as much as I should have." I paused when my trembling hand found yours, and then I stared down at it. Every time I noticed how tiny your palm was compared to mine, it made something inside of me quiver.

Cursing myself, I sobbed pathetically and squeezed your hand. "And you never tried to change me or fix me, you accepted me as I am, but... but you never knew what terrible things I did! Jesus!" I was getting hysterical, but now I could no longer hide my emotions. Hateress cursed through my body, burning me like a glowing iron. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry that I wasn't completely open with you! I just didn't want you to know all the shit I've done in my fucking life!" As I continued to confess, both my arms now wrapped around your fragile frame, I laid my head on your chest, feeling your steady breathing. "Please don't go... I can't do this alone."

The beeping of the medical equipment mixed with my own whimpering, and the whole word seemed to be reduced to this small medical room, where a psycho like me was drowning in the swamp of grief.

"Maybe I'm a sick guy, but I need you more than I ever imagined," I gritted my teeth in disgust. "God damn it! I'm so fucking selfish, even now I only think about myself... I'm so fucking—"

The sound of the door opening made me almost choke. Hesitantly, I fixed my disheveled hair and wiped away my tears before turning around to see a guy who was probably a doctor, and I expected nothing but the worst. When I noticed his relaxed expression, I frowned and almost pleaded:

"Tell me she's going to be okay."

The doctor paused and looked through the papers in his hands. "According to our tests, we expect her condition to get better in a few days."

A small drop of sweat fell from my forehead the moment I heard those words. With a sigh of relief, I quickly got up from the chair and stumbled over to the doctor.

"Thank you," I managed to say, trying to shake his hand, but my body did not seem to listen to me. "If you need anything, let me know. I'll do everything I can."

The doctor nodded. I sat next to you again and mumbled that you were going to be okay. The way I was talking reminded me of the times when you couldn't sleep, and I lulled you by telling you stories where we would run away and finally be alone together. In the end, that would happen, I wouldn't let anything take that away from us, and even if I had to go to hell, I would do it. 

"I'll always be here, love," I murmured, kissing the top of your palm. "Please come back."

One of the reasons I was really proud of my apartment was the view, even if it didn't overlook the park, you loved it and that was all that mattered. 

Trapped in my thoughts, I stood next to the wide window in my living room and watched the night city through the open blinds. I could still feel your sweet scent on my skin, I could still hear the lewd sounds of us making love just a moment ago. Smiling, I closed my eyes and returned to the pleasurable images in my head, even though you were only a few feet away, lying in my big bed, I already missed you, but I would never tell you that.

I didn't know how long I stayed like this, but when I noticed your half-naked figure in the doorway of my bedroom, I gasped because I couldn't resist how beautiful you were, especially when you looked at me like that, with your deer-like, devoted eyes.

"Can't sleep?" You asked me, yawning a little and hugging yourself.

I grinned again, hiding my hands in the pockets of my gray sweatpants. "I'm just trying to understand why do you find this view so special," I crooned in a seductive voice. "But since you're awake, maybe you'll explain it to me?"

You gave me a mischievous grin, and I didn't even have to beckon you over as you slowly approached me, wrapped your elegant arms around my torso, and I purred in response. I didn't really like hugs, but when it came to YOU, it was a different story.

"Well, usually at night you can see some shooting stars," you murmured, still pressed against my chest. "And every time it happens, I make a wish."

For God's sake! Your naivety and innocence always struck a chord in my heart, making me grin like an idiot, though I was glad you couldn't see me right now, as I held you close, stroking your back and breathing in your scent, which had become so tranquilizing to me.

"Oh! Look!" You suddenly exclaimed, moving closer to the window. "A falling star!"

"Where?"

"Right there!" You took my hand and pointed to the spot in the midnight sky.

I laughed, admiring how excited you were, sometimes I thought you would never grow up and that was something cute, I could even say I was really jealous because I never allowed myself to act like that.

"Patrick, we should make a wish!" 

"Like what?"

"Just think of something that you want to come true," you continued to bubble, frowning a bit as you probably were thinking about the list of wishes you might have. "Think, Patrick!"

Your childish attitude made me sigh as I rolled my eyes. "All right, all right. I want this moment to last forever."

"Why did you say that out loud?" You suddenly grumbled and broke out of my embrace. "It won't work if you say your wish out loud, didn't you know that?"

"Honestly, I don't believe in such things," I moved closer to hug you again, but you pushed me away jokingly, your pretty lips pouted. "Oh, honey, c'mon! I can't take this seriously!"

"Then I'll leave you here alone to think about it." You stuck out your tongue teasingly and slowly moved away from me.

"Besides, I already have everything I want," I chuckled smugly, feeling a bit turned on by the way you swayed your hips. "You know what I mean."

"Maybe..." You purred, making your voice sound even more seductive, before disappearing into the darkness behind me.

Only with you did I realize that I had always lived for emotions, that I had done so many terrible things because I was a sucker for the adrenaline. And you were my strongest addiction, but not one that killed, but one that freed me from my fears, my demons, my sins.

Shaking slightly, I let out a loud gasp as I felt a searing pain cut me from the inside like a fan of knives. Then I turned back to the window and saw my own reflection. I blinked several times, feeling the tears weeping in my empty eyes.

"(Y/n)?" When I called your name and no one answered, I almost fell to my knees. 

My wounded heart started to bleed, as once again I was alone. Sobbing, I pressed my head against the cold glass and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. And there was nothing left for me to do but hold on to the warm memories of those days. 

The days when you were here with me.

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I love your writing so much!! I was wondering if you could write about könig and ghost finding out that y/n is a couple years older than them! How would they react? If you’re not taking requests feel free to ignore this!!! Thank you!!

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♡Konig & Ghost find out you're a few years older than them...♡

König

During the time that the KorTacs and T141 had joined forces, you had gotten pretty comfortable around the newcomers. Specifically one big, mountain of a man named König. He was a no-nonsense man when it came to his work, but aside from his duties he fared to be a pretty decent friend that you often hung around in your free time. You often asked him about his life in the military, learning many skills of the trade since he was a Colonel, and you had only managed to grow yourself to second lieutenant, the lowest commissioned officer rank.

While you were on the topic of years spent in the army, somehow your ages came into play and while he was still protective of revealing his exact age to anyone, he lead you on with the fact that he was in his mid-thirties. You were no priss, so talking about your age was something you didn't mind. When you revealed to him that you were a few years older than him over lunch, he paused, taking in your new revelation.

"You're older than me? How can that be? You look so...young" He trails off, stabbing at his lunch with his fork. You glanced at him, a surprised look on your face as you chuckled. He wasn't the kind of man to give out compliments very often, so it scratched a new itch hearing him use them on you. "Well thank you, that's very kind of you, König" She replied, her eyes darting from his eyes to the table.

"You carry yourself very well. Physically and emotionally, so I guess it's no surprise that you're older than some of us." He continues, his German accent thick on some words more than others. You smile at him as you blush slightly, waiting for him to finish chewing so he can continue speaking. "There's a quote, by the German novelist Franz Kafka. Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old." He clears his throat. "So...never stop seeing your beauty, I guess." He pauses after speaking, standing suddenly as he walks away from the table, striding towards the door before you could begin to reply.

You knew his social anxiety had caused him to distance himself from people sometimes, but you had no idea why he was still anxious near you after all the time you'd spent together. You were only just friends, right?...Right?

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost was fond of you, unlike some of his other unit members of T141. He admired the way you carried yourself on the field, possessing a natural leadership instinct that he had worked endlessly, for years to attain. He envied you at times. He envied your ability to take risks without much thoughts of consequences, and you always trusted your gut. Which 100% of the time proved to be right. He knew it was some weird woman's instinct that always overpowered him. It sometimes embarrassed him when you outdid him mentally, standing your ground and showing him who's boss in front of his soldiers. While you were still under his command, he saw you as his right hand woman, always by his side to have his back when he needed you.

The team had just finished a debriefing for the new upcoming mission that you all were set to leave for in a few days time. You reeled at the information that was revealed, running your hands over your face in frustration. He sat by your side, trying to cheer you up with his sarcastic jokes and self-deprecative witticisms. Ignoring him, you shook your head as you flipped through the classified files once more.

"In all of my 37 years of living, I haven't come across a terrorist quite like him. Jesus." You sigh, standing to your feet as you begin to pace the room.

"Excuse me?" He stood suddenly, pacing over to you slowly. Your neck cranes as he approaches you, towering over you like a building. You hated when he did this. You placed a hand on his chest, trying to push him backwards. "Come on, Simon. Back up. You know I hate when you do that." You say frustrated, your hand meeting his hard chest as you swallow hard. He doesn't budge, staring down into your eyes as he bores a hole into your very soul.

"Never mind that." He disregards her demand, stepping closer to her. "You're...older than me? Since when?" He asks in disbelief.

You chuckle at him, the smile falling from your face as you realized that he wasn't making one of his stupid jokes. "Yeah... so? What's wrong with that?" You say, crossing your arms over your chest, causing your breasts to perk up the slightest bit. His eyes slyly graze over your covered cleavage under your tight black turtleneck, so quickly you wouldn't have caught it if you blinked. Realizing what he was staring at caused your stomach to flutter, your gaze shying away from his as you drop your arms to your sides. You were alone in the room now, the silence thickening the air between the two of you and making it hard to breathe.

"Uhh... No. Nothing's wrong with that, it's just..." He trails off, ending his sentence with a chuckle. "It's just that what, Simon?!" You press, raising your voice at him the slightest bit. Your blossoming friendship with him was on the line, and you gave him a stare that read: choose your next words carefully, boy.

"It's just that...It explains a lot. How you've always been so... confident. So right about everything. I get where that's all coming from now." He chuckles softly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, scratching under the hem of his balaclava. "Trust me, I like it more than you know." He finishes.

You smile at him slightly and nod your head, suddenly understanding why Simon had favored you all this time, the puzzle pieces all fitting together now. You realized that he liked the fact that you acted older than him. Your usual feminine maturity making him feel secured in his team. You made him feel confident in his actions, as long as he was by your side. There also might have been another reason he wasn't upset at all at this news, and that was because Simon "Ghost" Riley, had a thing for being controlled by a woman in power.

There was now a clear cut reason he'd tag along next to you in his free time more than usual, asking for your advice on career-altering and mission-making decisions. He trusted you, more than a friend, more than his soldier. He trusted you as his woman, even if you didn't know you were his yet.

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