#also i just love writng wheezy ^^

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Hm... Ok I know you said you've been craving Greasy smut this week... Buuuut

Imagine seeing Wheezy all pissed off. Not just annoyed or frustrated. So you offer to distract him from whatever got him so riled up. Either you or he makes the suggestion of making him feel better in ~other ways~

Or, for the Y/N's with an angry sex kink or a brat tamer kink. Imagine purposefully getting him riled up. Not in extreme ways necessarily, cause if it did you know he's just going to leave you alone. But eventually, either you find the right time to strike or Wheezy finds out what you're trying to do and decides 'Fuck it. You owe me anyway.' And takes his frustrations out on you like you wanted.

Ok bye now-

'Fuck it. You owe me anyway'

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i need a moment.

Okay okay I didn't know how to respond to this, because anything Wheezy related makes me combust a little, but I thought it would be fun to do a little excerpt of reader suggesting he take it out on them and also one of him asking to do it, like you said. So that's below. ^^

Wheezy Weasel x Reader || Excerpts

Plot: One where reader suggests Wheezy take his frustrations out on them and he agrees, and one where he asks them to help him. (Though the first one kinda encases both of those right off the bat- the second one is kind of like a bonus I guess XD )

Warnings: Wheezy being very very upset and sexual references. Some touching. Unedited.

It was very evident that Wheezy had reached the end of his tether. His smokes had done everything they could do for him, he had sucked every last modicum of calm from them already dealing with Smartass and Greasy all day being particularly frustrating and now he was just ticking bomb covered in jitters and plagued with a racing mind. He was silent, but the way he was staring at the wall and clenching his jaw around 3 cigarettes told you everything you needed to know.

"-Wheezy, come on. You're done today." You say gently, touching his hand gently and guiding him carefully away from the group- away to the quiet sanctuary of his room. Luckily for you, he followed you without a word, eyes downcast and still silent.

You always worry about him when he gets like this, especially since Wheezy is not unthreatening. He's tall and his muscles may not be swollen but they're tough like stone, and when he clenches his fists like he is you can see the tendons in his forearms- you get the terrible, grim feeling that if he punched someone, their was a good chance they would not get up again.

Wheezy does not look any more relaxed when the door closes behind his back, no relieved puff of smoke breathed out; he just stands in middle of the room and when you creep around him and peer at his eyes you can see he's so pent-up he cant even keep his gaze straight. His head isn't moving but his steely eyes flicker restlessly in the dark all over the floor, searching for something to stare at and calm down, and you swear a muscle in his jaw is going to pop.

"Wheezy?... "

He doesn't respond. He doesn't even glance at you- which is bad. Even when Wheezy has been madder then mad, almost losing his shit entirely, he would give you a glance to reassure you. He would be careful to spare you a second's consideration before he disappeared into his mind. But right now...

"... Okay- Wheezy?" Taking a step forward into him, you put your hands on his upper arms and hold him firmly; tilting your head to still see his eyes. "What can I do? Do you want me to go?"

He budges then, terrifying glacier-eyes flashing up to you and looking furious. No, then. That would be a no. He wants you- needs you, to stay. Carefully, ever-so-softly, you reach up and lovingly lay your knuckles along either side of his jaw. You feel like you're trying to calm a wild boar, the look in his eyes are wild. "... I wanna help you so bad, love, but I don't kn- "

As you stare deeply into your usually-chill (Albeit-really-anxious)-seeming lover, you have an idea dawn on you. Wheezy has never really been one for physical affection, he prefers to show he cares through actions- doing the right thing by you- but you think... maybe... right now, this man needs an outlet for his feelings. The smokes aren't doing it right now, so...

When you take your hands off of him, take a deep breath, and slip your fingers into the waistband of his pants then, testing the waters, he actually flinches. The first unprompted, non-monotonous movement he's made for the past 2 hours since he snapped during the last job- and you think you've done something wrong. That was the wrong move. Quickly you slip your hands away and raise them by your head like I'm sorry, my bad, I wont touch you I promise. "Sorry- "

"Don't." His voice is without tone and sits at a reasonable volume that you truly do not expect and so almost miss it. But its the first thing he's said since he fell into this state, and to your further surprise Wheezy reaches for one of your wrists and very purposefully, full of determination, carries it back down. Right to his crotch though this time, and he presses your palm into his bulge which you're surprised to feel is hot and throbbing under your touch. "... I need you."

Quickly nodding, you lean over carefully and graze your lips against his cheek; applying pressure to his cock that makes him sigh.

All damn day, these fucking assholes have been out of line. Completely out of- fuck. Wheezy cant even think, he's so pissed. Cant put together simple sentences in his head, much less outload. Smartass says something to him, he heard it (As a muffled garble through his raging thoughts and the blood pumping extra fucken loud inside his ears rather then actual words) but he's plain just not interested.

He needs to find- he's gotta see-

The only thing that doesn't feel like its setting Wheezy's lungs on fire right now is thinking about you- your skin, your weight, your lips on him. If he stops picturing you squeezing his cock like a wrench he's going to explode- he might, anyway, if he doesn't find your ass. Where the fuck are you right now??

He doesn't want to be this way with you, he sure as hell doesn't want you to feel intimidated into having sex with him, and he has tried to stay away. Leave you alone. Wait until he's a little more in control. But he made the mistake of remembering how it feels to be sunk in you and now he has to at least try to ask.

When he finally storms down the hallway and finds you in his room (Why didn't he fucken check here before?), Wheezy feels actual relief rush through him just seeing you- like a ton of bricks. Its not gonna be enough, but it feels good for a second. Your eyes lift from the book you're looking through and fuck they drive him mad, especially when you tilt your head to the side all-cute like that and ask him if he's okay? cuz he must look insane right fucken now.

He closes the door but he doesn't take his hand off the doorknob, clenching it in his fist like it could hold him back off you while he just asks. You repeat yourself for him, laying your book down next to you on the bed, and then say his name in that sweet voice, Wheezy, and he has to close his eyes. Squeeze them shut a moment, gather is thoughts. His control.

"Doll... "

"Mm?"

"... I don' wantya to feel l'ke ya don' have a choice, but I-... " He takes a deep breath through his nose, letting his eyes open up again but just looking at the ground in front of him. Not you. You'll set him off and he doesn't wanna scare you. "I've hadda... pr'tty long day... " Yeah, 'long'. That'll work. "And... "

He makes the mistake of looking up, because he can't help himself he's gotta look at you, and damnit you look so worried. Sweet thing- you don't deserve this shit. "Wheezy?... " You say it again, and he grits his teeth so hard he hears it.

"Babydoll I needta fuck you. Rough. Please- just- " He huffs out a sigh, really stuggling to stay where he is and not just throw you over the side of his bed and hold you there. Your pretty eyes widen and your eyebrows shoot up, fully intrigued, and he tries not to smirk (A feat that's only possible due to the turmoil brewing inside him right now). He does. But goddamn- Thank god you're such a little freak. "Couldja... couldja be up, for that?"

"Come over here already, Wheezy."

He's across the room in two seconds flat.

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