#I hated my period so much but the relief I would get when it finally came was nice I guess

[jjhonanana]

Trans Confession #9173681

My biggest fear when I was younger was somehow becoming the Virgin Mary because my period was late.

My second biggest fear was my period.

[changetyre]

My weakness II Mafia!Lando Norris x Reader Ⓢ

SUMMARY: Lando is a man known to be cold, unfeeling, overflowing in strength and composure...except when it comes to you.

WARNINGS: Assault, Blood, inaccurate medical terms, not proofread.

A/N: This is something I posted over on Wattpad a few days ago, thought you guys might want to start seeing some for fluff rather than pure smut ;)

It was a miracle you were walking down the streets on your own right now...well partially. Lando had been obliged to fly over to territory 55 after a business deal had gone wrong with his partner who urgently needed his assistance. 

Lando hated leaving you alone even if it was for short periods of time just hating the feeling of not being able to protect you himself. Nevertheless, he reluctantly had to sometimes and he wasn't one to force you to go with him everywhere especially if he knew he would be putting you in more danger around him. 

For this specific instance, he had needed to fly for a few days and it had taken a whole lot of begging over the phone for him to let you leave the house to go shopping, a treat for yourself (and a little for him). He only agreed because he had your location on your phone but also as long as you agreed that his best man Max Fewtrell would accompany you. 

The day had been wonderful for you, Max wasn't sure how much longer he could stand at another store watching you try on what felt like hundreds of pieces of clothing only for you to walk out with just 1 piece or none at all.

His feet were aching more than they would when he went on a mission and he was about ready to force you back home if it weren't for the stores closing that forced you to finally call it a day. 

You were walking to the car, Max a few steps ahead of you as he worked to get all the multiple shopping bags and boxes into the car. His struggle to do so distracted him enough not to notice the other eyes in the empty parking lot. 

Max heard you scream but by the time he turned around and drew his gun you were already down on the ground badly beaten, Max could only watch as the men delivered their last few kicks and punches before they scrambled disappearing in the night. 

Max attempted taking shots but they were futile as they ran in multiple directions and instead he focused on you instead of running after whoever they were. He saw a note left beside your beaten body.  

Max picked you up getting you in the car to quickly drive you to the hospital as you groaned in pain trying to make sense of what had just happened. 

"Max don't tell-" You struggled to breathe properly. 

"Shh don't hurt yourself." Max was stern, he knew what you were going to say and he also knew he wasn't going to listen.

"Don't tell Lando." You finished feeling as though this wasn't bad enough to have him fly back and panic over you. 

Max sees as you're wheeled in, panic filling his face at the amount of blood he can see down your face and body. At the hospital, apart from a few cuts and bruises to the rest of your body it's determined you have a mild fracture to your skull and you required a few stitches to a medium-sized gash to your head, explaining the large amounts of blood.

You fail to recall at what point you'd lost consciousness or been put to sleep as you woke up to see Max on the couch next to you, his leg jittering nervously, his phone in one hand and his head in the other hand.

"Max, are you okay?" You ask him, his head popping up and his eyes meeting yours, a wave of relief flooding them.

"NURSE!" Max screams out.

"Ouch." You grab your head as Max's loudness makes your head pound.

"Sorry." He gritted his teeth guiltily. "You get attacked and you ask me if I'm okay?" Max stifles a laugh.

You shrug. "Are you?" You ask again. 

"I'm fine...lucky for me he's decided to take his anger out on the poor nurses and doctors." He shakes his head.

"He? Max I-" A nurse comes in interrupting you, she explains everything to you, and checks your vitals before finally walking outside.

You're about to engage in conversation with Max again when Lando runs into the room.

"Y/n?!" He calls out, desperation and panic audible in his voice.

"You called him?! I told you not to." You turned to Max.

"He'd kill me if I hadn't." He argued back.

"He's right...if he wasn't like family he'd be dead already." Lando replied so nonchalantly it made a shiver run through your body. Lando walked towards you, a frown on his face as he looked at the bandage around your head. 

"Baby it wasn't his-" you were gonna speak.

"Who did this?" He looked at Max, you could see the ridiculous amount of anger in his eyes, his lips in a slight pout as he tried to keep it together and his breath incredibly heavy as if he'd just ran a marathon.

"Lan-" you tried calling him again.

"WHO?!!" He repeated himself to Max.

"They left this." Max handed him the note that was left beside you.

You saw Lando's eyes darken as he read the words. "Gather the men. Call 3, 16, 33, and 81. I want them dead." He instructed Max.

"Yes." Max didn't argue as he left the room, his phone already dialing.

"Lando-" another failed attempt.

"Did you see their faces?" He turned back to you.

"LANDO!" You raised your voice finally getting him to stop.

You grabbed your head, the volume and sudden jerk of your neck making it soar.

"Darling" Lando panicked when he saw your grabbing your head. "I'll call the nurse-"

You cupped his cheek before he could turn back around. You made him look at you. "Baby I'm okay." You spoke softly.

Lando let out a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding, his shoulders visibly relaxing. It appeared that his efforts to keep it together were expiring.

His breathing started becoming irregular as he tried his best not to break down in front of you. He tried to quietly grasp for air that he didn't seem to be able to find.

"Lando take a deep breath." Your hands moved to his once you realized he was shaking, you gave them a tight squeeze.

"I can't..." he tried to suck in air. "I can't breathe" you could see him starting to panic.

"Lando breathe with me, baby." I grabbed one of his hands placing it on my chest, my hand tightly over his as I placed the other on his own chest. "Breath in."

He did as I told him.

"Breathe out." His breaths began matching mine.

We repeated this a few times.

"You're okay baby...I'm okay." Once I saw him calm enough I pulled his face closer to mine leaning his forehead against mine. "I'm okay."

He closed the space kissing you softly. 

"This is my worst nightmare-" a few tears escaped his eyes.

"I know baby...I know..." I pulled him into a much-needed hug from both of us. His embrace was tight against me but still not as tight as it normally would be, like he was afraid to break me.

"I can't..." his voice broke. "I can't lose you." He whispered to you.

This time you placed a kiss on his lips. "You're not going to. I'm okay I promise." 

"I won't let them touch you ever again," Lando promised as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb lovingly. 

"I know." You didn't doubt him one bit. 

[trohpi]

moonwater au where regulus is trans and his periods happen to occur around the full moon. when he befriends remus, remus immediately thinks that hes also a werewolf because of all the “signs” (ie being irritable and in pain around the full, refusing to change around others, knowing how to get blood stains out, etc)

and hes so excited to find someone else like him that he just sort of,,, tracks regulus down one day and is like “i know your secret” and regulus, thinking that remus figured out hes trans, freezes. he panics internally, his mind whirring with how much does he know? and who will he tell? but most of all, what lie can i tell that will be convincing enough for remus lupin to believe?

so when remus continues, saying “i know youre a werewolf too” regulus just sort of,,, goes with it. hes all “yup yup yup, totally a werewolf, thats my big secret, you caught me” and remus is just relieved that he finally has someone to talk about it with. because sure, he can complain to sirius and james and peter about the transformations, but its not the same as talking with someone who actually experiences it, who actually lives it.

and its when they start having these talks that regulus realizes that, funnily enough, being a trans man is not all that different from being a werewolf. when remus talks about looking in the mirror and seeing someone elses body, regulus gets it. and when regulus talks about the fear of losing your friends if they discover who you are, remus gets it too. its a weight off of both of their shoulders, having someone that relates so deeply to their experiences, and they start to become close. really close.

eventually remus starts acting different around him, small touches and lingering glances filling their time together, and regulus begins to feel guilty. immensely guilty. hes been deceiving remus, listening to him divulge his innermost secrets under false pretenses, and now remus has feelings for him. nevermind the fact that regulus returns said feelings, because thats irrelevant. after remus discovers hes been lying this whole time, about being a werewolf and about being a cis man, he wont want regulus anyways. and its not like he deserves his love, not with how cruel regulus is and how kind remus is.

then remus tries to kiss him, and regulus cant do it anymore. he starts crying and admits he was lying the entire time, that hes not a werewolf, that hes actually a trans man, and hell understand if remus doesnt want him anymore. remus is quiet for a moment out of pure shock before he just starts laughing. like folded over, belly-aching laughing. and regulus is internally panicking the entire time but remus just cant help it. he thinks back to every “sign” he ever noticed and cant believe that he missed this. finally he calms down just enough to collect himself and looks to regulus, who is still panicking, and says “i guess our times of the month arent quite so similar afterall”

regulus bursts into startled laughter and remus cant help but join him, but then tears of relief start clouding regulus’ eyes because he was so sure remus would hate him. so, so sure, but he doesnt and the relief is overwhelming. then remus pulls him into a tight hug, and he thinks maybe theyre alright.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

An Arranged Marriage, part 3

M!troll x f!reader 1.7k words, still currently sfw and building up anything else

Part 1 | Part 2

It’s been a few days with your new husband and while he knows roughly nothing about humans it sure isn’t going to stop him from trying to take care you when you don’t feel well. Even if you wished he’d just leave you alone.

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Every morning since then you woke up to Zen’jan making breakfast for the two of you, fish or other meat always with any bones removed and fruit already peeled and chopped for you. He was often gone for most of the day, leaving you to explore the city on your own or with Bira in tow. Every night when he returned he cooked dinner for you, or occasionally brought back food from a nearby tavern for the two of you.

He also had made no attempt to touch you since he washed your arms and face that first morning, which was a relief, going so far as to even make sure his hands never brushed yours when handing you things. Essentially, the two of you lead two separate lives, connected only by small talk over breakfast and dinner.

During the week you noticed new little things appearing around: snacks and treats left out for you when he left of the day, a bracelet placed on the bedside table by you, fancy soaps and lotions in the bathroom. Zen’jan never mentioned any of it, but you noticed his face light up for a brief moment when he saw you wearing the bracelet.

You woke that morning in pain, your joints aching and a familiar cramping low in your belly. Forcing yourself to your feet, you staggered to the bathroom to situate yourself and then returned to bed and yanked the blankets over your head.

“What is the matter?” you did not hear him approach, but you tugged the blanket down to see Zen’jan sitting cross legged next to the bed and watching you closely.

“Nothing” you snapped, “Just time for my period”.

Zen’jan did not say anything at first, he just watched you with his head tilted slightly, “I do not know know the translation for that, sorry”.

You often forgot human common was not his first language, or even his second or third. He spoke the troll language, orcish, the minotaur language, and human common. Most humans you knew only spoke the common, maybe an ambassador might speak some dwarven or a bit of elvish, but you had never heard of someone in your kingdom knowing four languages.

“It’s fine. I’m fine”.

“No, something is wrong. Let me help you” he insisted.

“Fine. Get me a hot water bottle and something to help with pain”.

Zen’jan practically leapt up and began digging through the cabinets, grabbing the bag of grains he often used to make breakfast and sitting next to the lit hearth before calling that he would be back as quick as possible while he bolted out the door.

Once again you were alone. Alone, and in pain. You tried to doze off, but any time you finally got comfy another wave of cramps would disturb you, making you toss and turn endlessly.

When he finally returned you heard him clinking about, mixing things from the sounds of it.

“Here” once more he was at your bedside without you ever hearing footsteps. You hated how quietly he moved.

He handed you a cup of bitter smelling, thin, white liquid that tasted even worse than it smelled. You choked it back and he handed you a second cup, this time some sort of tea.

“That will help with any pain, and the tea is just for comfort. My mom used to make it for me when I was little and did not feel well”.

“Thanks” you muttered.

“And here, should be nice and warm now” he handed you the bag of grain that had been sitting by the hearth.

The warmth of it felt good against your sore muscles, you curled around it laying on your side.

“Will you talk to me now? Tell me what is wrong?” Zen’jan asked.

“I’m fine. Thank you”.

He was close to you, much closer than he had been all week. He was sitting cross legged on the floor next to the bed, his arms folded on the edge of the bed and resting his head on them. Like this his face was very close to yours, the tips of his tusks nearly touching you.

“Don’t you have things to do?” you asked him.

“I do, but you are in pain, I am not just leaving you here alone all day. Especially since you will not tell me what is wrong”.

“I told you what’s wrong”.

“Yes, but I do not know what that means though, this is not my first language. I do not always understand everything you say”.

“Period. Monthly bleeding. Cycle. Menstrual! Whatever you want to call it! That’s all!” you barked at him.

He held your gaze, his brows knitted together still trying to follow what you said.

“You really have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” you asked, exasperated.

“I am sorry, but no”.

“Troll women, they don’t bleed like once a month? No cramps? Nothing?”

“No? Is that normal for humans?”

“Yeah! Either you’re pregnant, or dealing with this once a month!”

“Oh” he said.

“So sorry if I’m in a bad mood, but I’m in pain and currently bleeding out of my vagina, so I think I’m allowed to be grumpy” You were pretty sure he still had very little idea of what you were talking about, but you were hardly in the mood to give a full biology lesson.

“What can I do to make you comfortable?” he asked.

“You’ve already done it, it’s fine. You got me something warm and pain medicine. You’ve done your acts of service, you can go now”.

“I am still staying here with you. You may as well tell me how I can help” he insisted.

You were annoyed. While you were thankful for the medicine and makeshift hot water bottle, what you really wanted was to be back at your family’s manor. Your maids taking care of you, cozy with a hot water bottle that would be swapped as needed, favorite foods and treats brought to you, medicine brought to you, just pampered while you waited it out.

“Fine, help keep me distracted while the medicine kicks in” you snapped at him.

“Can I tell you about where trolls come from then?”

“Sure”

That seemed to perk him up a bit. Once more you had no idea why you felt the need to comfort him or indulge him, but he had been looking at you so sadly and worried.

“Before there was anything else, there was the Nothingness” he began, “The potential of everything that would ever exist was there, but it needed to be made. First there was Owa, the spirit of the worlds. She created the land and seas and all the plants and she was happy for a time, but she grew lonely and cried.

“From her tears grew Oja, her sister. Oja created the animals and for a time the sisters were happy. But they grew lonely again with only having each other. The same way Owa’s tears made Oja, their tears together made the first troll, Reli. Owa and Oja loved Reli, they watched her grow and change in a way that they did not, but living and growing means dying one day.

“When Reli died their grief pulled her spirit back from the Nothingness, and no longer bound to the world she stood as their equal. She could not walk the earth with them anymore, so instead she made herself a new home, a realm within the Nothingness where a once mortal spirit could dwell.

“Owa and Oja created more trolls, who grew and multiplied, but as mortal life grew on the planet it became harder for the gods to step foot here, the planet was no longer for them.

“Now the gods watch over us from the Nothingness, sometimes visiting or appearing when they can. And Reli carries us to her realm when our time here is done. She is the Great Mother of us all, and welcomes us home”.

“So there are three troll gods then?” you asked.

“Owa, Oja, and Reli are the most powerful, but there are many more. Hundreds probably, but many are gods of little things, or gods of certain regions”.

“Huh”

“What about humans? Where did humans come from?” he asked.

“The Light created everything, it’s always existed, it will always exist. It banishes the shadows and protects from the darkness” you answered.

“And are shadows and darkness such a bad thing?”

“Yes! Of course they are! The Light is hope, healing, life, protection! Everything the shadows want to destroy! The darkness wants to destroy and consume all it can! The Light is the only thing keeping it at bay!” you snarled at him.

“I was only curious” he muttered, a bit of a wounded tone seeping into his voice, “I do not know much about human culture or beliefs, and I want to learn more about about my wife”

Wife. The word made your skin crawl a bit when he said it. It had only come up a few times, him referring to you as his wife, and while he was entirely correct it still felt uncomfortable.

“Maybe one day you would like to come with me to visit the shrines? Just to see?” he asked. “And I would like to learn more about your Light, whenever you are feeling up to it”.

You fidgeted uncomfortably at the idea. There was nothing inherently against visiting the shrines of other gods, but it still felt a bit sacrilegious to you.

Zen’jan was watching you expectantly, his head still resting on his arms, again doing a fantastic job of looking rather small for a man of his stature.

“Fine, when I’m feeling better I’ll go with you, but just for a quick look around!”

He smiled, his facial expression softening and relaxing considerably, “Thank you, I do not want to be a mystery to you, or for you to be a mystery to me” and extended out a hand to you, which you ignored.

It probably would not be the worst thing to learn a bit about trolls or your husband.

Part 4

[riki-riks-chick]

Senior Year CH.1 ︱N.RK

riki x reader (high school au)

yn is having a hellish year, but one boy makes it all the more bearable.

cw: fluff! bullying, high school, yn plays handball, toxic parents, toxic home life, swearing, slight verbal abuse.

wdct: 1.8k

requested series!

to the person who requested, pls give me feedback on whether this is good or not bc I WILL rewrite b4 continuing to part two. tyy <3

chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5

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Third Person POV~

 "I'm actually quite shocked. You're doing exceedingly well.. I got a few emails from coaches who watched our last game.. If you're serious about handball when season starts, you might get a scholarship." Your coach explains, and you're genuinely shocked. Sure you'd been training your ass off, but no one usually acknowledges it.

"Really?.. A scholarship where?" You ask as she smiles, amused at your excitement. "The states... Some school in Virginia."  She explains as your eyes widen. "The states!? My mom would never let me go to the states."

"She's not in control of you once you graduate.. You're good.. Don't let her hold you back.. Now, go home after school and rest up.. We have practice tomorrow after school."

You leave, and rather than going home, you head to your job. Working at some burger shack that everyone at your school came to. It wasn't too bad, but you hated being noticed. 

And just to your dismay, these three cheerleaders, that love to make your life, hell walked in. 

You just happened to be the only employee on the register so you had no choice but to take their orders. 

And as you did so, begrudgingly, one of them spoke up. "Aren't you that loser from third period?.." 

You sigh, avoiding her gaze as you finish finalizing their order. "That'll be $23.45.." You ignore her remark, simply wanting to finish the order. She scoffs though, arms crossing tightly across her chest. "Are you not gonna answer me?... Fucking loser."

She pays for the order before walking over to some random seat to wait around for it, and you let out a sigh of relief. 

They've messed with you before, and you simply ignore it. It's better to take the shit than lose your job that you so desperately need, and worked hard to get.

You call the number for their order after a short while, giving them their drinks last as the tallest one of the girls scoffs. "This is the wrong drink." She then takes it out of the holder, throwing it at you, which results in you getting soaked in diet coke. It was, in fact, the right drink.

"What is wrong with you?" You try not to raise your voice, makeup and hair ruined, clothes soaked and sticking irritatingly against your skin, and she's just standing there with a smirk on her face. "You dumb bitch. Can't even get an order right." Just as you're about to retaliate, knowing that you didn't even make her order, someone grabs her wrist, tugging her away from the counter.

"That's enough.. Do you always go around giving people hell? At school, and now here..?" You glance up at the much taller figure gripping your offenders wrist, and you're slightly shocked at who it is.

It's the one boy that you've never heard speak in class, never seen him interact with other people despite his teammates on the basketball team. And yet he's popular.. Tall, handsome, and quiet. It's hard not to notice him.

When you finally snap back to reality, the three girls are storming out of the place and the boy is still standing in front of you, Nishimura Riki.

You've never imagined making eye contact with him, or speaking to him, but when his deep brown eyes meet yours, you immediately glance away, too flustered to continue looking him in the eyes.

He smiles gently, and there's a hint of pity in his eyes. "I'm sorry that happened.. Are you okay?..." His voice is slightly deep, and definitely nicely toned. You simply nod at his question, remembering that you're covered in soda.

"I'm fine.. I can take your order.." You try to deflect but he shakes his head. "No, let me take you home so you can change.. That can't be comfortable for you." 

His voice is very persuasive, and you decide not to argue, telling him to wait before walking into the kitchen to talk to your manager. 

"Mr. Rio...?" You inquire softly as the man glances up from his position at the grill, working on an order. "What happened?" He question, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Some girl threw her drink at me...." Your explanation leaves him to nod understandingly. "Just go home.. I'll handle everything until I can call another person here." 

You question whether he's sure or not before grabbing your stuff and rounding the counter. Riki grabs your stuff for you, carrying your book bag and your waterbottle as he gestures for you to follow him. You follow him towards his car and it's nice, a black mercedes. You're already regretting your decision to let him take you home.

"I can't get in your car like this.." You sigh as he shakes his head. "It's fine.. I'll clean of the seat afterwards.."

You refuse at his words. "No... I don't wanna cause you any trouble..." You argue as he rolls his eyes. "Fine then..." He get in the driver's seat, reaching into the duffle bag in the backseat as he pulls put a towel, putting it on the seat. "Come on. Now I won't even have to worry about cleaning the seat."

You sigh, still hesitant, but you still get into the car. He smiles once you're seated, leaning over the console to reach for your seatbelt, fastening it for you.

"So, where do you live..?" 

The car ride to your house is excruciatingly silent. You're awkward, and he doesn't know how to speak to you. It's just terrible.

"This is my house.." You speak up quietly as he stops the car. "Well.. I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow?.." He asks as you nod, unfastening your seat belt and scrambling to get out of the car. "What was your name again?..." He asks as you sigh nervously. "I'm Y/n... L/n Y/n..." You answer as he nods. "Nice. I'm Nishimura Riki.."

And like an idiot, you respond, "I know..." Riki chuckles, smiling. "Then you'll know we have class together.. Don't forget to say hi."

He then drives off, leaving you on the pavement dumbfounded. After a few minutes, you shake it off, heading inside as you take off your shoes. Just to your luck, your mom is on her way out. 

"What are you doing home?.." Your mom questions, brows furrowed inquisitively as she slid into her sneakers. 

"Some girl threw a drink at me at work, so my boss let me go home..." You explain as she scoffs. "You're so weak... Your sister would've kept working.. Learn to endure."

And then she leaves, grabbing her keys before slamming the front door behind her. You hear the lock click shortly after, letting out a sigh of relief.

You hated being compared to your sister. She graduated with honors, and you're barely keeping A's and B's... She's just better... And your mom is no help, constantly comparing you to her. It's definitely not fair because your sister is far from perfect, but you try not to let it haunt you.

The first thing you do is shower, the icky feeling of the soda making your clothes cling to you uncomfortably. After showering, you wash the clothes to avoid the soda staining them permanently. Once all of that is handled, you're rummaging through the kitchen for something decent to eat. In the end, you're settling for pizza rolls and some instant ramen. 

After eating the very random meal, you head upstairs to work on your homework, but to your luck, you left it in the cute boy's car. 

Great, another assignment to fail. You think to yourself as you open your laptop, ready to email your teacher in hopes they'll be understanding. Just as you're about to hit send, a notification sounds on your phone, the screen illuminating with a text from an unknown number. 

You open it, and to your luck its Riki. 

[Hey, it's Riki. I found your backpack in the backseat... I would bring it back, but I'm busy tonight.. Is it okay if I give it back tomorrow?] 

You sigh at the text, deciding to just forget the email and hope that homeroom gives you enough time to complete the homework.

[Yeah.. Tomorrow is fine... I need it during homeroom.]

[Great, I'll be there as soon as school starts.]

You thank him before setting your phone on the desk, sighing loudly. This day has been terrible, practice sucked, you got a drink thrown at you, and now your backpack is at some boy's house all because you accepted a ride home.

You just decide to push everything aside, getting in bed and watching random corny kdramas until you fall asleep.

It's rare that you ever get a good night's rest. If you hadn't left work early, you'd barely be home at 8pm... Luckily you got to sleep a little earlier, but just as quickly as you got lucky, you got unlucky.

You wake up to loud sounds coming from downstairs, and you're already aware of the familiar yelling voices. 

You leave your room, heading quietly down the stairs as you hear your parents yelling, something about money and your dad being irresponsible. 

You're used to the banter, and sometimes you just filter it out, but the sounds of broken glass was slightly alarming.

You peek into the kitchen, your parents are at each other's throats, and eventually your mom just yells for your dad to get out.

The man manages one last rude remark before leaving the house, the door slamming loudly behind him.

Just as your mom walks out of the kitchen, you try to ask if she's alright, she simply pushes past you, heading upstairs quietly.

Your sister still isn't home. God knows what she's out doing this time of night, but you're sure it isn't working.

Almost every last penny of your paycheck goes to your mom, and your sister's paycheck is never the same amount. You know for sure she's blowing it off selfishly, and your mom knows too, but she doesn't care.

One time you bought a new pair of shoes with your check since your family wasn't too far behind on bills, and boy you never heard the end of it. That's why you just give all the money you make to your mother.

And yet she still favorites your older sister. But you try your best to please her anyway. In the end you really don't have a way to impress her, unless you won the lottery maybe.. 

You genuinely just want a normal senior year, and at this point you'll do anything to get it.

[merrybloomwrites]

Ants Are Going to Town in My Body

Summary: Your boyfriend Shayne helps you through the roughest night of your period after getting a taste of cramps for himself.

Title taken from the video that inspired this story: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kkn2dc4L7fE

Word Count: 1.7K

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People could easily say that Shayne Topp has golden retriever energy. As his girlfriend of two years, you would completely agree with that statement, and you would say it as the highest compliment.

Shayne is the absolute best boyfriend you’ve ever had. It’s not uncommon for him to surprise you with flowers for no reason. He loves to cook. Sometimes you help him in the kitchen, and other times he kicks you out in order to surprise you with the new recipe he decided to try.

He gets excited to tell you all about the latest book he read or to watch a new movie or show with you. Day trips outside of the city happen a couple times a month, the two of you listening to music during the drive as you enjoy the fresh, non-LA air.

One thing that you found surprising at first is how much he dotes on you. It’s always in subtle ways, nothing overwhelming, but he does little things to show he cares. To show that he knows what you need, deep down.

He always takes care of you when you’re sick, grabbing medicine and making soup to help you feel better. If you’re sad or stressed he’ll go through the feelings with you. People often see him as a class clown type and might assume that he’d just do what he can to cheer you up and make you laugh, but that’s not always the case. He’ll meet you where you’re at. If you need to vent, he’ll listen. If you need to cry, he’ll hold you. He’s one of the most emotionally mature men you’ve ever met, and you can’t help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world to be able to call him your boyfriend.

He is also super supportive of you each month during your period. He has no problem picking up pads or tampons, not even batting an eye when fans recognize him in the feminine care aisle of the local convenience store.

He’ll make sure that you have pain medicine and a snack to take it with, so it doesn’t upset your stomach. He draws warm baths and makes sure your heating pad is ready for you. When you have cramps in the middle of the night you always go to the couch so that your constant tossing and turning to find a comfortable position won’t wake him. But without fail, he always comes to find you and bring you back to bed.

All that to say, he’s truly a perfect boyfriend. You don’t think it could be better than this. Until one day, he proves you wrong.

It’s day two of your period, and you’ve been curled on the couch since you got home from work. The pain meds haven’t kicked in, nothing is comfortable, and you’re extremely bloated. You’re debating if it’s worth it to drag yourself to the bathroom and take a bath when the front door of your apartment opens.

The very first thing Shayne does is press a kiss to the top of your head. The sweet gesture distracts you from the pain for a moment, but the relief is fleeting.

“Hey honey, how are you feeling?” he asks gently.

“Like it would be less painful to slice open my stomach and take out my uterus,” you reply through gritted teeth.

You finally look at him and see the most loving expression on his face. It immediately lightens your mood, and you say, “Sorry, that was a bit dramatic. I just hate waiting for the medicine to work. And I cannot get comfy.”

“I got something that might help,” he says before walking into the kitchen. You miss his presence next to you, but you’re also curious what he has for you. The microwave beeps and he’s crouched in front of the couch again. You look up and see him holding a stuffed rabbit.

“It’s one of those thingies that you can heat up and works like a heating pad. Plus, it’s your favorite animal so, I dunno, I thought it was cute.”

He hands it to you, and you place it on your belly, sighing at the immediate relief. “Thank you,” you say quietly.

“Of course, babe. I also have ingredients for your favorite meal so I’m gonna wash up and start making that, okay?”

You nod and smile, and he leans in to place a soft kiss to your lips. You’re comforted by the sounds of him preparing dinner in the next room and by the time the food is ready you’re finally feeling better.

“So, how was work today?” you ask as you dig into the delicious meal he prepared. You’d been too nauseas to eat lunch earlier, and you suddenly realize how starving you are.

“It was good, recorded a podcast, a reddit reacts and a challenge pit,” he replies.

“Busy day. What were the challenges?”

“Uh, it was a fun one. I’m gonna let it be a surprise for you when it comes out,” he says with a laugh. “How were the pups today?” he asks in reference to your job as a service dog trainer.

You tell him about the new dog that you’ve started working with as you both finish eating. Once you’re done you try to bring the plates to the kitchen. Since Shayne cooked you plan to do the cleanup, but he stops you before you can even stand. “I’ve got it babe, why don’t you choose a movie for us to watch tonight?”

You again wonder how you got so lucky to have someone who takes care of you and does so with a smile on his face. There’s a new documentary you’d both been wanting to watch so you pull it up and grab a blanket while you wait for him.

He joins you a few minutes later and hands you a bag of your favorite chocolates. You know that you didn’t have any in the apartment, meaning he’d picked them up for you. The kind gesture brings tears to your eyes, and you internally curse the hormones that make you more emotional than normal.

Shayne doesn’t comment on the crying, knowing that it sometimes makes you uncomfortable when he points it out. Instead, he just wraps his arm around you, pulls you in to cuddle against his chest, and presses play on the documentary.

His free hand moves to your belly, massaging and giving the type of pressure that always helps with your cramps. Even though they’re not bothering you right now, you appreciate how well he knows you and how he’s doing everything he can to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

For the next hour and a half, the documentary plays. You’re only half paying attention to it. The rest of your brain is focused on your wonderful boyfriend, who knows exactly how to take care of you. There’s no expectation, he doesn’t want anything in return. He just wants to make sure he’s doing everything he can to make you feel better.

The credits start rolling and Shayne turns off the TV before getting off the couch and reaching out to help you stand as well. The two of you get ready for bed side by side in the bathroom and you burrow under the covers.

It takes a couple of minutes for Shayne to join you, and you assume he’s checking that the door is locked as he does every night. But when he comes into the bedroom, you see he’s carrying the new bunny he got you. It’s warm, and smells of lavender, and you know he heated it for you in the microwave before coming to bed.

 You place it against your belly and Shayne gets under the covers, spooning you from behind. He places a kiss to the back of your neck and murmurs “I love you” against your skin.

“I love you too,” you reply, and fall asleep.

You wake in the middle of the night, your cramps coming back, so you quietly slide out of bed and walk into the kitchen. You find a snack already left out for you nearly cry again at how well Shayne takes care of you. After eating the food, you take more pain medicine and reheat the bunny. You notice a vase of flowers on the counter that weren’t there yesterday and immediately realize that Shayne must have picked them up along with the chocolates and the new stuffed animal.

Just as the microwave is about to finish you feel hands wrap around your waist.

“You okay?” Shayne asks, his voice groggy from sleep.

“I’m okay. Thank you. For the snack. And for the bunny. You truly are the best,” you say as you turn in his arms to press a kiss to his lips.

You grab the stuffed animal and lead Shayne back to bed. It takes half an hour for the pain medicine to kick in, and he rubs your back the entire time.

The next day is better, your cramps and bloating subsiding. But you can’t forget how well Shayne took care of you through the worst of it. He never diminishes your emotions or belittles the pain you feel.

A couple weeks later you get home from work and open YouTube to relax a bit before starting dinner prep. You see the new Smosh challenge pit video titled “Period Cramp Simulator Challenge” and you immediately start to watch it. The video begins with the rubber band chicken challenge which has you in tears with how hilariously ridiculous it is.

And then comes the period cramp simulator. You notice the outfit Shayne is wearing while he practically fights for his life experiencing cramps for the first time. Suddenly, his actions on day two of your last period make sense. Because that was absolutely the day they shot that video. He got a taste of what you experience every month and went even further in his need to take care of you. And for that reason, this video makes you fall even further in love with your boyfriend.

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[atticsandwich]

but you come back to what you need

pairing: mephistopheles / gn! reader (mc)

fluff, tension, mephisto's usual tsun tendencies, mc annoying their way into mephisto's heart etc etc

it's not your fault you enjoy crashing at the newspaper club room for your midday breaks. it's also definitely not your fault for pretending to be asleep when he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, so it really can't be helped that you're trying to figure out how to get more.

i finally finished it LMFAO... i am so sorry for the delay fellow mephisto lovers....

prompt based off of this tiktok reddit video, although it took its own form eventually. (please give it a listen though it's way too fucking cute)

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"You're here again?" Mephistopheles groans, seemingly annoyed, putting his pen down as you waltz into his office at the newspaper club room. It's spacious— almost as big as Lucifer's study back at home. You immediately find your place at the seating couch situated at the office's side, feeling your body sink into the soft cushion.

"Previous class drained the hell out of me," you groan, watching the demon across you roll his eyes. "I have a week to list out a bunch of plants I've never heard of and their most effective usage. Potions and stuff," you continue anyway.

"Hmph," he ignores the way you blatantly disregard his posed grievance of your visit, trying to return his focus to his paperwork. "...I have some books on Devildom botany on the second shelf."

You stop yourself from laughing at his attempts at being dismissive— as much as he hates admitting it, you eventually figure out that he doesn't mind your daily visits; an occurence that started out of pure accident, no less.

-

[You recall the first time you barged into his office, out of breath, narrowly escaping Solomon's pure-hearted attempt of making you a surprise lunchbox. You love the sorcerer, you truly do, but you weren't in the mood to have your stomach collapsing onto itself for the next three days. You could only be thankful Simeon gave you a heads up about his plan so you could avoid him during lunch, knowing well enough of your inability to refuse.

"Do me a favor and don't let Solomon know I'm here," he didn't get a chance to retort before you dived to hide behind his chair, just in time as someone started knocking on the office door. With a huff of defeat, he grants the knocker entry— who turned out, to be in fact, the aforementioned sorcerer.

"Mephisto, have you seen my apprentice around? I was meaning to give them homemade lunch, but they ran off right as the bell rang," clearly, the sorcerer was earnest in his actions, but even the demon could feel the malevolent aura emanating from the supposed 'lunch box'.

"No, I have not. I doubt they would come here of their own volition, more especially during break period," he quirked an eyebrow, trying to ignore the almost-vice grip you had on the back of his coat.

"Hm..." Solomon pondered for a second. "That's weird. I thought I saw them run in this direction... I must have been mistaken, then. Thank you anyway, Mephisto!" with that, the clueless sorcerer turned to leave, and it is only when you hear his footsteps fade into the hallways that you breathe a sigh of relief.

Clearing his throat, the demon looks down behind him, and you flash him a bright grin. "I owe you one, Mephisto! You're the best!" you say before quickly wrapping yourself around his back, dashing out of the office before he could say anything in return.

He's relieved you just barely miss the way his face flusters, and the small goofy smile that creeps its way to his face after he double-checks that you're out of periphery.]

-

You couldn't stop yourself from giggling at the memory while picking out the book from the shelf Mephisto directed to. It's been a few months since then, and although your visits started off sporadic, it eventually became a daily thing— much to the demon's proclaimed inconvenience. A facade, considering no annoyed demon would start keeping an extra teacup in his office that wasn't Diavalo's spare, which just so happened to be your favorite color. Or the fact that that his record player started having your favorite music on rotation— a complete coincidence!— he exclaimed in defense when you pointed it out one day. Or even the fact that his seating area, which once felt like a completely separate space from his work desk, was slightly rearranged so the sofa just so happened to be in a closer, more comfortable viewing and talking range— not to mention the blanket draped over the backrest which also just so happened to be perfect for midday naps.

"—And what might you laughing about? I doubt a book on botany is hardly a comedic masterpiece," he quips, pulling your attention away from the book.

"Mmm," you shift your angle slightly to look at him better. "Just remembered something funny, is all."

Rolling his eyes, he gets up from his chair to the room's small tea station, where a pair of teacups are set out, a tray of snacks also already conveniently prepared.

"Barbatos gave me this blend the other day, it's supposed to help out with stress. I'm guessing it'll be useful for Lord Diavolo as well."

"Mhm," you nod along, your focus already returned to your botany study.

You hear him mumble an incantation— probably some sort of heat spell to boil water, and it's not long after that he sets your cup on the coffee table, along with a select pick of snacks you usually went for first. You would've teased him about how he knows exactly which ones you go for it if not for the fact that you're fully engrossed with Devildom's botany, making steady progress on your assignment.

"Thanks!" the faint scent of something familiar hits your senses, though you couldn't quite put a name on it. "Mm, this tea is quite fragrant."

"If I recall, it's some sort of human realm fruit essence infused in the blend," he explains, taking a book from one of the shelves, sitting down across from you. "Bergamot, I think it was? I took a little sip earlier, and it's pretty good; although I expect nothing less from Barbatos."

"Ah, that's what it was. I knew it smelt familiar."

He mumbles something incoherently, though you can barely make out the words 'humans' and 'calming effects of familiar scents'. It really is laughable how he still feigns not caring.

"Done with newspaper work already? It's rare for you to take a break at this time of day," holding back a laugh at his ridiculousness, you notice a more faintly lax expression on his face.

"I'm already a bit ahead in progress, so I can afford a small break. On the other hand, I didn't think botany would catch your interest," he points out.

"There’s a lot of cool stuff here! I didn't think I'd enjoy researching it this much. Plants in the human realm just kinda... grow?... with some exceptions, of course," with that, you start listing off the ones you chose for your assignment, particularly enthused about plants often used for traditional and ceremonial practices.

Before long, you managed to finish more than half of your task, all that's left being to actually put it in paper. Tea drank and snacks consumed, you let out a pleased sigh before letting out a yawn and a stretch. Without a word, Mephisto stands to return both your book and his back to the shelf. This time, he pulls out a record from the display and goes to play it, which you instantly recognize as a record you recommended to him some weeks ago. Before you can bring it up, he throws a glare your way, preemptively sensing the teasing that was bound to come out of your mouth. You laugh at him instead, sparing him actual words (for now).

"Fine, fine, I'll shut up and just take a nap. Happy, newspaper boy?"

Groaning at the nickname, he walks over back to his desk. "Do whatever you want. And I already told you to stop calling me that."

"Mmhm," is all you can say, already comfortably in place with the couch blanket draped over yourself, the soft music from the phonograph combined with being filled from the tea and snacks already starting to lull you into deep relaxation. You hear Mephisto grumble something, and you notice his gaze towards you when you turned your head to look at him— one he quickly broke, pretending he wasn't caught.

"Did'ya say something?" your eyelids grow heavy, sleep starting to take over.

"...Nothing. I'll wake you up before your next class."

"I know you will," you mumble before dreaming away.

—

You're not certain how long you dozed off, but the slight shuffling of an office chair lulled you out of dreamland. Still being sleepy however, your eyes opted to remain closed, hoping to grasp every second of slumber before your afternoon classes. They remained closed when you hear a familiar demon's grumbling noises as he threw another batch of proposal articles in the bin, and they remained close when you sense him quietly walk over to you, his form slowly leaning down over your face. He's so close that you could feel his breath tickle your nose, and you might be hallucinating it, but you think you feel his heart beating a mile a minute.

"Tsk..." you hear him huff out, fingers carefully tucking your hair off your face.

"...I'll never understand why you keep coming back to me," this time, his tone is a lot more soft, you almost didn't recognize it. Half your conscience is telling you to come clean and open your eyes, but you suck it and keep up the act, wanting to see where it goes. You just hope he doesn't notice your own heart beating a mile a minute. You sense him inch closer

"What am I saying..." he whispers to himself.

"...Please keep coming back to me."

In what felt like a blur, you feel the warmth of his lips silently land on the center of your forehead. He lingers there for a few seconds, before you feel him pull away.

Come back, is what you wanted to say, but words have left your throat, and you almost forget you're supposed to be pretending to be asleep.

"...Ugh," he huffs out again, feeling his hair tickle your neck as he lays his head next to yours in exasperation. He snaps out of it in a flash, and you think it slipped his mind that he wasn't supposed to be caught— so much for that anyway, you think. He walks back to his desk, mumbling to himself, and before your mind could start overthinking about what just happened, you slowly sink back into comfort, the last string of thought your mind provided was how much you wanted him to do it again.

—

You wake up fully this time, by Mephisto snatching the blanket from your sleeping form— keep it up and you'll be late for your last class!, he chastises, and you only groan out a pleading 'five more minutes,' in response.

It's not until a few minutes after you get up that it clicks— that wasn't a dream.

Mephistopheles really kissed you in your sleep.

Sure, it was on your forehead, but now you can't help but continue thinking about it. You thought about it as you waved him goodbye as you left the club room, you thought about it the whole time in class, and you thought about it all the way back to the HoL, where you finally let out a muffled scream as you buried your head in your pillow.

You want him to do it again. You wanted him to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, then your—

"Hey, dinner's ready!~" Asmodeus' intrusion cut off your thoughts, but you couldn't even be bothered to care about dinner.

"Hey Asmo?" you ask. The Avatar of Lust perks his brow up in acknowledgment.

"Yes dear?~" it's scary how it's like he can sense what you were thinking...

"...You got any ideas how to get someone to kiss you while awake and not asleep on his couch?"

[jayschaconne]

HOMESICK | Lee Heeseung

summary: after a long period of working, Heeseung finally gets to see you and share his worries.

genre: angst, light fluff

warnings: angst

a/n: wanted to write something short for hee’s birthday <3 hope y’all have a good cry after this.

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“When are you coming to see me?” Heeseung’s voice came through the phone, excited, impatient.

“I’m just a few minutes away,” you replied as you walked through the long, emptied hallways, eager to get to the main room where he was.

“I’ve just gotten off work, it was so relaxing to have been on stage,” he talked to you about his day, already hinting at how big he was smiling.

And you hated how you still weren’t there to see it. It had been too long since you’d actually witnessed him laugh, smile the way he would whenever he showed up at your door.

“Really? I can’t wait to hear about it when I see you. Can you wait a little? I wanna hear it all in person.” You couldn’t help but say. The ache in your heart for having to hear about all his good days over the phone just grew with each second spent apart.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Heeseung said sounding exhausted. And you could tell that it was the distance that was exhausting him, since you felt it too.

“I’ve missed you too.” The sombreness of those words still remained. All that time that was lost, that could’ve been so much more easier to bear with him by your side. It had left this empty space that had only grown with the thought of him getting further away.

Once you had reached a certain lobby, you could spot your boyfriend. That familiar brunet, tall and handsome, with his phone glued to his ear. Eyes twinkling as his back rested against the open door.

And you were so thankful to have seen that sight. The way his lips had pulled at the corners, revealing a smile you had missed so much.

Your feet stayed glued to the floor, still trying to process how Heeseung stood before you.

Heeseung ran over to you. “Oh my god, you’re actually here.” He breathed a sigh of relief. His smile growing wider as he took your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips.

You wrapped your arms around him, letting him cradle you in a way you’d gotten too used to being deprived of.

“Heeseung, love, I can’t believe it’s you.” Your hands touched his face, his arms, his waist, pulling him closer to check and see if this was a dream.

“I know, but I’m here, and you are too.” He swayed you both side to side, keeping you wrapped up in his arms. “That’s all that matters.”

Momentarily, he pulled away. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, sounding almost unsure.

Tears had started to escape your eyes. The only response that came from you was a silent, “yes,” with a nod of your head.

Wasting no time, Heeseung had pulled you in, kissing you so soft you felt you’d melt. “Baby, don’t cry,” he cooed as his smile grew against your mouth.

His lips moved against yours in the most delicate of ways, searching for a feeling he’d lost for far too long. You felt your weight being lifted off the ground, your bones finally feeling at home with his strong hold on you. His hands moved along your back, yours finding his hair.

He moved over to one of the chairs, stumbling as he sat down, sitting you on his lap.

Within a few seconds, he pulled away, not wanting to. “I’ve missed that,” his voice came out soft, but laced with pure heartache.

I’ve missed these lips,” he said as he kissed you.

“This face,” a kiss on your cheek.

“These hands,” he brought them up to his lips once again, kissing your fingertips. He sounded unsure, again, as he went on about you.

His eyes, from which the sparkle had diminished. The tone of his voice much softer than usual; empty.

“Heeseung,” you said. “Baby, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a while, he had just stared at you. His hands tracing yours, feeling the texture of your hair, touching your lips. You threw your arms around his neck.

“Hee,” you said.

“Hmm,” was his response.

You touched his face, your hands trailing to one of his ears, playing with his earrings.

A sigh left his mouth. His eyes were starting to look droopy.

“What’s the matter?”

For a few moments, he remained silent. His bottom lip then started to quiver, his hold on you loosening up. His voice came out featherlight as he spoke.

“Holding you like this, I don’t know if I should be.”

“What?” You were devastated that he’d even think that. “What’s making you feel this way?”

“I’ve just been so far away. I just keep coming and going, it’s like I’m stringing you along.”

“Heeseung, I know you better than that. I agreed that your professional life wouldn’t cause me any distress when it came to our relationship.”

“I know,” he said. “I just feel like it’s unfair to you.”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you? Do you wanna talk about that?” You ruffled his hair, twirling his long strands between your fingers.

Heeseung shut his eyes, tears now starting to pour out. “I’m just so tired.” He croaked out.

You needed a moment to pull yourself together at seeing him cry like that. It caused you a lot more pain than he could imagine.

His hands came up to cover his eyes. “I love my work, but I hate how it consumes my entire life.”

Your hands held his face, wiping his tears away. He held them but didn’t remove them.

You signalled him with a nod to keep going. He told you about how being on your was probably one of the best moments of his life, but probably the most painful. Physical and mental pain. So much had been taking a toll on him. He was human after all, and he had reached his breaking point.

With a few kisses exchanged, Heeseung had opened himself up completely to you. Like he always had.

“Is it too bad to want a break?” Heeseung looked up at you teary-eyed. You wiped them away.

Your heart broke into a million pieces. He was so unsure of what he deserved. He deserved all the good that was left in this world. All of it that he could gain in this life. But it didn’t and it shouldn’t have had to be at the expense of his health.

“No, my love,” you choked out at seeing him like this. “There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re doing so well.”

Heeseung kissed your hands again, this time repeatedly. “Sometimes, it feels like you’re slipping away,” he confessed.

You searched his eyes, trying to find a meaning behind that statement.

He continued. “Being so far away from you, my only fear is losing you and having nowhere to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You assured him.

“I’m so scared this’ll pull us apart,” his voice quivered. “I love you so much.”

You pulled him into you, letting him fall apart. The sobs that ripped through his chest felt like daggers being pierced through you. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” you whispered, crying at the way he probably suppressed those emotions for so long. “I love you, and I’m here.”

His tears stained your shirt as his hands clutched onto it. A few minutes later, he had calmed down, looking up at you again. Your foreheads touched, and he kissed you with the same tenderness as before.

There wasn’t much he said after that. But you knew his actions spoke a lot more than any words he could’ve managed to get out right now.

“I love you. You know that.” You said to him. His response to that was a long, much needed kiss.

“I’m tired of being homesick. Your arms are the only safe place in this world for me,” he confessed as he lie his head on your shoulder.

His lips left their mark on you in places they could reach, confessing his need to keep you close forever.

[throughthetwistedmirror]

The Thing With First Kisses ~ *Azul Ashengrotto*

Summary: Azul cannot stop thinking about how he's never had his first kiss before. He also can't stop thinking about how he wants to share that moment with you. What an interesting predicament...

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1191

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

The thing with first kisses is there's so much to consider. You need to think of the setting and make sure it sets the proper tone for the kiss. Then you need to consider the set up leading into the kiss. Is it going to be staged or are you going to be spontaneous with it? Then you need to consider what kind of kiss you're going to give the other person. Would they be okay with a heavy make out session for the first kiss or is a quick peck the way to go? And finally, the part that was usually forgotten, what came after. If they like it, do you go in for another one? If they hated it, do you play it off as an accident?

All of these thoughts and questions were currently swirling through Azul's head, as he sat in his office with the lights off. He was getting a migraine from the constant stress of trying to understand the best way to give his first kiss. The worst part was this wasn't just his first kiss in this relationship. This was his first kiss period. It had to be special! It had to be one he remembered for the rest of his life! It had to be perfect! So for the better part of two weeks he had been practicing and studying and perfecting how he was going to give his first kiss.

But the deadline to figure this all out was drawing near. You'd be here in mere hours to watch a movie with him. Azul had already gotten the setting figured out. The two of you would be cuddled up on the couch in his office, watching a romantic comedy. He wanted to keep the mood light and sweet, making it look like he wasn't trying hard. He hoped you wouldn't notice all the thought and care he put into it and would think it was totally spontaneous. 

But Azul still hadn't figured out the best way to kiss you yet. Did you want something short, sweet, and to the point? A quick peck before he turned his attention back to the movie? It could work. That way if you thought it was too soon or thought he wasn't a good kisser, he could play it off like he didn't mean to. But this was his first kiss! It couldn't just be something so simple. Perhaps something longer, mouth still closed, but enough to not mistake it as anything other than a kiss? But what if you didn't like it and got uncomfortable? How could he play it off? It was much harder for something less subtle.

A knock at his door had Azul scrambling out of his office chair and rushing to get it. He didn't want to leave you waiting. As soon as he saw your smile, his heart melted into a puddle at his feet. You were so beautiful. How could he not want to kiss you?

"You're right on time. Wonderful. Come in, come in." He sounded so formal. So far, the light and sweet atmosphere he was hoping for was beginning to waver. He needed a good save.

"Thank you for inviting me." You replied. "When you told me what movie we'd be watching, I just had to come over! It's one of my favorites!"

That made him let out a sigh of relief internally. So he picked one of your favorites? That was a point in his favor. This little date could be salvaged after all.

After exchanging some pleasantries, he set up the movie and sat on the couch. He couldn't help but stiffen a little when you leaned against him. He knew you both would be cuddled up on the couch, but he thought you would both sit apart and slowly move closer to each other. This made his heart beat erratically and the thoughts and questions regarding the first kiss started to reappear. How was he going to be able to kiss you? 

Azul spent more time thinking about kissing you than he did watching the movie. He was completely lost in how to make it as natural and as real as possible. He didn't want the kiss to come off as forced or sleazy. He wanted you to enjoy it and he wanted to like it too. He wanted perfection, but it was so hard to demand it in moments like this. There were too many variables. How could he make this work?

As the movie progressed, they were getting to the big climax where the couple kissed for the first time. He began to pay attention more, in hopes of getting clues on how to do this. He took note of body language and facial expressions. Everything was put into his mental equations on how to properly kiss you for the first time. His mind was working so hard he didn't realize the movie had ended.

"That was such a good movie wasn't it?" You asked as you turned it off while the credits rolled.

He stiffly nodded. The time to kiss you was slipping away. He needed to do it now.

"I love the ending! It's so romantic!" You wistfully sigh. "Sometimes I wish I was kissed like that."

That was quickly added to Azul's mental file about you and the gears in his brain turned faster. Maybe that's what he does. Instead of kissing you right now, he sets up another date like in the movie and kisses you then. That would be way more romantic. And he would know you liked it. The plan seemed completely doable.

"Azul? Are you okay?" Your words snapped him out of his thoughts. Your head was tilted to the side, your brows were furrowed, and your lips were slightly parted.

He had no idea what possessed him to do what he did. He just leaned forward and placed his lips on yours. He felt you slightly jump in surprise before you began to kiss him back. Though his eyes were closed, they widened in surprise. You were kissing him back? You liked it? Really?

When he pulled away, you smiled at him with a pretty blush decorating your cheeks. His own exploded into a bright red. "I... I'm sorry."

You giggled and shook your head. "Don't be sorry. That was awfully romantic."

"You think so?" His jaw dropped.

You nodded. "Absolutely. I'd be lying if I said I haven't been waiting for you to kiss me. I'm glad you did."

"Oh..." Azul's voice trailed off and it took all of his mental power not to cover his blush that was growing.

"Do you want to try again? I'm more prepared this time."

His tongue went heavy in his mouth. But he nodded. He desperately wanted to kiss you again. He melted as you cupped his face so tenderly and brought his lips to yours. He held your waist and the two of you shared a perfect kiss.

See, the thing with first kisses is you never know how they're going to go until after you have it. And Azul's first kiss was perfect!

[citrus-simp]

{A/N}: so this is what happens for me and it’s so painful to the point it makes me frustrated and I end up crying because I’m just past the point of physically being uncomfortable so I wanted to write it and of course using my comfort character. A self insert maybe ?

Warnings: mentions of blood, period pain, crying, typically but painful menstrual cycle

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The hell? Why is she moving so much?

The blonde thought to himself as he was starting to awaken from his sleep. You had been moving just a bit too much. More then usual. She’s probably just getting comfortable

Of course all other thoughts when out the window as soon as he heard a whimper from you. It wasn’t your usual deep in sleep sounds, no. This was physical pain kind of whimper. His ruby eyes shot open to see the clock read 3:15 AM. He slips over and put his hand on your shoulder

“Y/N…are you okay whats wrong?” He asked in his gruff voice still filled with sleep.

“I-it h-hurts…a lot” he hear the tears and pain in your voice. He quickly turns the light on and back to you. He could see the tears rolling off of your face and on your sheets. You were curled and trying to rub the pain away from different areas. He didn’t like seeing you in pain, it was the last thing he could ever want to see. He knew you started your period and you’ve had cramps but were they this bad this time around ?

“Hey, hey, common tell me what hurts so I can help you” he says trying to calm you down so he could help. He didn’t like periods. Not because of the constant bleeding or the bloating or the cravings. He hated that sometimes you’d be in horrible pain and there was nearly nothing he can do to help. He couldn’t punch it in the face, or blast it away to keep you safe.

“M-my hips..” you take in a shaker breath “I’ve never had it b-before and now they just hurt” more tears spilling from those eyes that he loves so much. He laid a large hand to your hip to see if maybe pressure or heat would help. You remain in the same state and if anything you had flinched a little from the contact. He thought for a moment and asked

“Can you walk?” He asked gently as he combed through your hair trying to comfort you in anyway. You shake your head knowing if you even sit up you’d feel more pain. He gets off the bed and comes around to your side. He carefully lifts you up from bed and wraps your legs around his (tiny) waist. He kissed your shoulder as you rest your head on his. Almost like a child being carried after scraping their knee.

“Come on baby, I Gotchu. Gonna make your feel better. First he takes you to the bathroom and give you privacy to change your pad/tampon. Once you were done he helped to wash your face and wipe your tears away. He hugged you tightly and rocked side to side with you. He mumbled loving words and made you feel safe “you’re so strong baby” “I know it hurts but it’ll be over soon” “I’ll make the pain go away okay?”

Honestly maybe the words would even make everything feel okay. Despite his exterior he was very good at comforting you and making you feel like it’ll be okay. He once again picks you up and makes his way in the kitchen. He sits you on the counter and turns on the stove. He gives you some pain killers and works on the tea. While the tea boils he grabs some ice packs. Always keeping a couple handy whenever he was home from work and was sore.

“If heat isn’t helping ice should. Your might just be sore and your feeling it in your hips” he said wrapping them in a paper towel. He gentle lays them on each hip and watches to see how your responde. Your hands come over his own and you sigh in content. Eyebrows knitting together as you feel slightly emotional that he found a way to make the pain stop. You rest your forehead on his shoulder and whisper

“Thank you Katsuki” your body finally relaxing after being tense for so long. He kisses your head and held the ice in place being your such relief. After about 10 minutes or so you had drank your tea and he carried you off to bed for much needed rest.

[gojou-violin]

a fun surprise

| pairing: meguru bachira x gn!reader (chosen by @unknownspecies)

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. handcuff bondage. nipple clamps. cock ring. vibrating dildo. forced orgasms/milking. overstimulation. dry orgasm.

| summary: meguru loves to just stop overthinking things with your help-- but neither of you could have imagined that he would run out of juice...

| wc: 1.9k

| taglist: @vampcubus , @myprettydarlings , @mysicklove , @uniquebeautylove1 , @saccharine-darlin , @subboy9179 , @gyntoo , @daddyisyourmommy , @laraleafs , @emobtches , @nuihyuns , @uuweiiu , @aylitgirl , @justanotherpasserby , @lyteatus , @unknownspecies , @diorsbrando , @thisbicc , @bakugosgorl

| a/n: i thought the pun in the summary was funny, please laugh.

He'd cum so many times that the two of you had lost count hours ago.

Meguru was a special type of guy who had the quickest refractory period you'd ever come across, and it was something that the two of you had discovered when you first got together and he was begging to cum in you for a third time-- Which no one had ever done with you before. Honestly, you thought men like him were a myth. There was no way that a guy could cum that much, right? That shit was some fake propaganda the porn industry had made up in order to make men more appealing or some shit like that... Right? But nope. Lo and behold, Meguru Bachira appeared in your life and suddenly you were having a blast figuring out all the different ways you could make him cum in one sitting.

Handjobs? You'd done hundreds of those by this point. Blowjobs? Fuck, he loved how warm your mouth was. Riding him? Who knew how many loads he had filled you up with. Pegging him? Fuck... You loved with you didn't even have to touch his cock and suddenly he'd be spilling a load onto the towel beneath him with a warning cry that was seconds too late.

He loved the overstimulation. He loved that you'd make him cum again and again and again without showing any mercy. He loved when you tied him up and forced orgasm after orgasm out of him until he was fucked-out, or even better: passed out. Discovering his own pleasure with you was by far the best part; and to you, it was a relief that you finally had someone to tease and torture after so long of searching for the perfect person.

When Megu came home from practice one day, you weren't too surprised when he threw his bag down by the door and mumbled that he'd meet you in the bedroom, because whenever he had his bad days in soccer, all he wanted was to empty his mind for a bit to leave you in control of everything. How he hated overthinking. The goals he could've struck, the passes he should have made, the shoelaces he stupidly tripped on-- None of that mattered the second he was at your mercy. So you joined him in the bedroom. He had already stripped away his clothes and pulled out some of the toys he wanted to use: Handcuffs, a cock ring, a vibrating dildo (and a bottle of lube to go with it), and the nipple clamps. Fuck... You were always so excited whenever he pulled those out. Not only did it mean he wanted to be absolutely ruined, but that he was oddly more sensitive than usual.

"Oh, my sweet boy," you cooed as you climbed onto the bed. "You had a rough day, huh?"

He nodded with a pout.

One of your hands slowly caressed his cheek while the other picked up the handcuffs. "It's okay... I got you now..." You kissed his forehead while he was already raising his hands above his head. "Good boy."

After cuffing him to the bed, you kissed down his chest, focusing especially on his nipples that perked up instantaneously, a red circle forming around them from the soreness of his sensitivity. You grinned. If you were lucky enough, you could probably get him to cum just by playing with his nipples-- You'd only managed it once before after hours of edging him... But you'd try your best again later.

"Deep breath in."

Megu sucked in to prepare himself just before you clipped one of the clamps onto his left nipple. He mewled as it latched on. With a tug of the chain between them, you grabbed the other side.

"One more."

He breathed in again, and a moan left him as the other made contact.

"Such a good boy for me."

Further down... Your lips continued to drift over his flat stomach... Further down... Your hands massaged his big thighs... Further down... You finally licked a stripe up his hard shaft.

Meguru moaned, his back arching up off the bed, his arms pulling at the restraints so roughly the headboard creaked. With a firm hand, you pushed him back down. He whined. He tried to squirm, his legs doing all the work to try to get you to touch him more-- Wasn't all this his idea in the first place? Why was he fighting you so much? Oh, yes, that was right... He liked it when you demanded his obedience.

"If you don't stop squirming I'll leave you here with the ring on your cock and the vibrator in you while I go downstairs to watch TV. Got it?"

Immediately, he went limp with a tinge of fear in his eyes; yet he complied with a silent nod. You smiled innocently up at him before slowly taking him in your mouth. Megu's entire body tensed up in an attempt to not move so as to avoid your potentially cruel punishment. He looked so cute like that, his face all scrunched up, his hands coiling into fists, his toes curling, his cock twitching in your mouth. It was just too easy to get him worked up. All you had to do was bob your head a few times and scratch your nails down his thighs before he was suddenly cumming in your mouth without any warning, but that didn't deter you. Knowing him, the two of you were only just getting started, so you continued to blow him while he was overstimulated. Sweet, sweet pleading moans escaped him at a rapid pace. Why was that? Did he think you'd give up on him after one orgasm? No, no, no. There was no fun in letting him go so quickly, he knew that! You hadn't even gotten to the good stuff that was waiting so eagerly by his hips.

After his second orgasm, you finally let up, electing to utilize the cock ring instead of the dildo which you could tell he was eyeing.

"You're so silly, Megu," you teased, "wanting me to use all these things on you when you know this'll block it all." Slowly, you rolled the ring down his length. "Don't cum again..."

Fuck, you imagined what a pathetic sight it would be to see him cumming just from you putting the cock ring on him-- Were you really that influential? Did you really hold that much power? Surely you did because you could see that he was using all of his might to hold back another orgasm until the ring hit the base of his cock.

"Okay, you can cum."

He whined as nothing happened.

"Oh, poor thing." You laughed as his cock twitched desperately. "Poor, poor boy."

Hours passed. So many hours... Meguru tried so hard to get out of the handcuffs, despite your warnings, because he couldn’t take it anymore, the blissful sting of continuously being touched right after every orgasm so that you could pull one after the other out of him without any mercy in sight. Not once did he tell you to stop. Sure, he begged pathetically and told you that he couldn’t take it anymore, but he never tapped out or gave you the safe word… Which, as cruel as it was, made you smile. Your precious boy could take everything you wanted to give him because he was finally distracted while under you.

You pulled off the cock ring, allowing so much to finally spill out with a loud moan of your name— The sheets were so ruined, the towel did fuck-all to help. But you were content. The sight was so beautiful, you couldn’t help but laugh and pet his hair with one hand while the other continued to jerk him off fast. He jolted at the feeling. The clamps on his nipples swayed with the chain as it fell to the left side of his chest, and he let out another moan, his feet kicking against the bed.

“Gonna cum again?”

Meguru nodded desperately as he rolled his hips up into your touch, the vibrating toy inside of him hitting a sensitive spot.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please, please, fuck- Please— One more, please! I’ll do anything! Anything at all!” A tear slid down his cheek.

“You said that about an hour ago, too, baby.”

He whimpered. “Please…. I-I’m cumming—“

You leaned in to kiss his neck as you gave him permission to cum again. As his orgasm hit, Meguru pulled against the handcuffs, his legs went stiff, his chest clenched, and he whispered an exhausted thank you in your ear. But to your surprise, you didn’t feel anything dripping onto your hand like usual, so you pulled back and looked down to see him twitching in your hand like he’d cum… yet there was nothing to show for it. You slowly stopped. With a whine, he slumped and threw his head back; but you continued to stare investigatively. Did he fake it? Was he really so unaware of how guys couldn’t get away with that shit? Why didn’t he just say the safe word if he was done?

“Megu—“

“O-one more… Please… A-anything—“ He hiccuped. “Please…”

And then it hit you like a ton of bricks. He didn’t fake it. You’d spent so long milking him that his body ran out of cum… And while you should have been disappointed or something along those lines, you were instead intrigued. Deciding to test your theory and give into his pleas, you thrusted the dildo inside of him fast and hard while pulling on the chain attached to the nipple clamps. Within an instant, he jolted awake again, his back arching to meet your pulling but he just couldn’t get up far enough so he slumped back down, which yanked the clamps off his nipples suddenly. Meguru cried out and came again. His cock twitched, his body tensed, his eyes rolled to the back of his head— But nothing came out.

You giggled at him. “What a fun surprise.”

Meguru lifted his head tiredly to look at you with confused eyes. “What?”

“My sweet boy…” You kissed his sensitive tip. “You’re having dry orgasms.”

His eyes widened. “What—“

“It’s okay.” You wiped your hands on the towel before reaching up to undo the handcuffs, grabbing his wrists gently so that you could kiss the raw skin lovingly. “It’s adorable.”

He blushed a deep red while trying to hide his embarrassment from you. Another whine escaped him when you pulled the toy out of him, tossing it to the side so that you could comfortably settle between his legs and kiss his lips.

Of course he had to be exhausted if he was running on fumes like that, so you never expected to keep going, but in the back of your head you were scheming all the ways you could torture him with his dry orgasms in the future. Tie him to a chair and milk him for everything he was worth, then make him cry with frustration of how nothing was coming out… Fuck his tight hole until he came so much he was on the verge of passing out, then tease him about how he could still go even when he was so fucking tired…

You moaned into his mouth.

He moaned back happily, whispering against you, “Finally, something else for us to test out.”

He was just as excited and deranged as you were, which was why you loved him so much.

[faretheeoscar]

RED WINGS

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader, (brief mentions of Steven Grant & Jake Lockley)

--Warnings: 🔥18+, nsfw, period talk, swearing, period sex, mentions of blood, pussy eating, face riding--

Summary: you have period cramps and the boys find a way to help you to get rid of them

A/N: English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there’s any mistakes, this is also my first published blorbo so bear with me pls.

Proofread by my girls: @mandodinstuff & @lauraispunk

Word count: 2k~

Header by: @mandodinstuff

Period cramps, there is nothing worst that could exist in the whole world, the discomfort of them, the excruciating pain you feel each month,that you wouldn’t even wish it your worst enemy to experience it, has been incapacitating you all day.

You have been curled up in the bed wincing in pain without moving, while your sweet boyfriends have been doing everything on their power to help you with the stupid cramps, they know you always go through hell while on your period and it breaks their heart to see you crying and whimpering in pain.

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For the past hour the boys have been searching on the internet methods to get your cramps go away, Steven whom was the last one that was trying to help you with your cramps, has been searching for information on every web page and blog he can click on, he’s really getting tired of reading and trying endless remedies that haven’t been helping you, alongside the ones that Jake has tried with you. He’s very concentrated while looking online, but he doesn’t find anything, he is about to give up and close the 100th article he has read about periods when suddenly something on the article in front of him catches his eye, he starts reading it and his face starts getting all shades of red while he does it, he finally has the information of a good way to make your cramps go away, according to the blog “empowered women” the most efficient way to help you have a slight relief of pain it’s is by giving you an orgasm…

Steven gets too nervous about it, his mind runs a thousand miles per hour on the thought of maybe hurting you even more by trying to have sex with you while you are in so much pain already, so he chickens out and gives Jake control of the body again, when Jake gets aware of the situation he starts discussing with the other two saying it’s too messy for him (even though Jake tends to be the messiest of them all) and that even though he’s not grossed by it, that blood reminds him of bad things and that he would be much more comfortable by stepping off from this one, he promises to them that he’ll help you later in a different way with the after care.

So that leaves Marc with control of the body and with the task in hand, he doesn’t know how to approach things, he’s usually not that sensitive like Steven with words or direct with them like Jake is, his mind keeps on running a thousand miles per hour while he tries to think about how he would approach the topic, he truly wants to help you, he decides to go to your shared bedroom and knock softly on the door.

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“Hey baby, just came to see how you’re doin’, How you are feeling?”

He sees your curled up figure, you are hissing in pain and tears are falling from your eyes, you don’t even answer him, you just keep on crying.

Marc approaches you and sits down on the edge of the bed keeping some awkward distance between the two of you, as he still doesn’t know how to approach the topic.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” Marc asks caressing your hair softly trying to ease you up and his nerves.

“There’s nothing, Steven and Jake have already tried everything, meds, massages, teas… you name it, but nothing helps, these stupid cramps won’t go away” You hiss in pain again and clutch your stomach. “I hate this, I hate it so much, wish there was a magical cure or something.”

Marc stares at you and fiddles with his fingers, he feels his mouth dry, and it’s like his mouth just decides to just say the thing that has been going inside his head.

“Orgasm” He blurts out, his cheeks redden and looks away from you.

You look up at him with a confused expression “What?”

“Orgasm” Marc clears his throat that feels like the fucking Sahara Desert at this point and directs his gaze back at you “Steven read that… if you…if a woman experiences an orgasm the pain goes away, I mean for a short period of time, it’s not a magical cure but…yeah it helps to ease the pain.”

You have to blink twice to progress what he is saying “I- I don’t know Marc, I’m on my period that’s just too messy, besides, I get very sensitive around there, I don’t think I could even, uh— take you guys fully inside, I’ll be too—-overstimulated” You blush at the thought of it and Marc chuckles nervously.

“Well, you know, there are other ways I can help you with that without you know… actual penetration” Marc just keeps on rambling still feeling nervous about the subject.

Your cheeks get even redder at Marc’s proposition.

“You’re not actually suggesting that-”

“Only if you want me to help you, I mean you know I’ll do anything to help you my love” Marc interrupts you but smiles at you, the blush keeps on creeping up from his neck to his cheeks.

“Well, I don’t know Marc I….” You want to say no, you really want to, but a sharp pain of another cramp comes your way, the feeling of a thousand needles piercing your uterus, makes you hiss and clutch to your stomach again, you just want to try to get rid of the pain, you’ll do anything at this point, so you suck up your pride and accept. “Okay, let’s do this.”

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Marc spread out a towel on the bed below you by your request just to prevent staining the bed sheets, he thinks it’s silly cause he knows the mess is only probably getting only getting on his face and maybe his fingers, but he’s willing to comply to your requests.

He notices you are kind of nervous and hesitant about it, but he wants to ease you, so he starts kissing you and touching you in a soothing but still sexy kind of way, he’s trying to get rid also of his own nerves of doing this, trying to not think much about it, he starts trailing kisses down your body, he sneaks his hand below your oversized t-shirt and starts massaging your breasts, he knows you get sensitive there too, he knows you get a lot of pain and swallow on your breasts so he of course wants to help you get rid away of that pain too.

Your moans and whimpers when you feel the sudden relief of pain from your breasts being masterfully massaged by Marc start to melt his nervous and worries away, he is doing this for you right? He doesn’t need to get nervous about it, if it means taking care of you, he’ll do anything for you, besides its just… fluids, he has tasted blood before, of course it was his own… but it still counts right?

He slowly starts making his way down your body until he reaches the hem of your night shorts and pulls them down, along with your period panties, his breath hitches and he stares at your core for a moment, getting himself ready and trying to process what he is about to do.

You notice a certain hesitation on his gaze as you crook your neck up to see him between your thighs.

“You don’t have to really do this Marc I’ll be fine… I’ll just take another pill and—”

You were about to start a nonsense rambling when it gets interrupted when Marc without a warning starts to eat your pussy.

“S-s-shit” You shiver feeling the immediate overwhelming sensation of his mouth on you.

He presses the flat of his tongue against your clit, and starts eating you up slowly, he is taking his time, making sure you feel good, making sure he takes care of you properly, he starts with small circles and soft licks that have you squirming and dropping your head back on the pillows, when he notices your eagerness he hesitates but he decides to slip one finger into your cunt, just one only for good measure, cause he knows that you love to clench around something, he doesn’t want you to get to overwhelmed by it, cause he knows how sensitive you get when you are on your period, but he just knows that you can take one of his fingers slowly moving deep inside you, it’ll help him get you to your release faster.

You squirm and moan feeling the pleasure of it all, you take Marc’s hair on your hands and pull it softly earning a groan from him, you are starting to feel good, but there’s still something in the back of your head that doesn’t let you enjoy it fully, you look down at Marc and he feels your gaze on him, so that makes him looking up at you while he keeps on working deliciously on you, you moan but when you really look at him a really small smear of blood covering up his nose catches your glimpse, it totally distracts you, you lose concentration, feeling self-conscious and embarrassed about it, even though your wonderful boyfriend it’s willing to take this extends to help you, you start to feel a bit uncomfortable looking at him like that.

“Marc, stop. I can’t I just….”You sigh letting go of his head and resting your own back on the pillows defeated “It’s too messy, and I don’t know, I’m sorry but it’s not getting me anywhere.”

Marc stops what he is doing, he looks up at you, with a frown in his face, he quickly wipes his mouth with the towel that’s on the bed before moving his body up to face you again he cradles the side of your head, he knows you more than he knows himself and he is sure that you are probably getting nervous about it and the redness of your cheeks also tells him that, he chuckles and speaks softly to you.

“Baby, you don’t have to don’t feel self conscious about it, I really want to help you, I promise to you, it’s not that bad, in fact was actually… kind of enjoying it.”

You get shivers down your spine and now your mouth is the one that is fucking dry.

“You… you were?”

Marc chuckles and leads your small hand to touch his crotch, you immediately feel the big bulge on his pants, you let an involuntary moan when you feel the outline of his hard cock, the thought of him getting aroused by you even in that state, makes your head dizzy and filled with desire, you have to press your thighs against each other to not start squirming again.

Marc notices your reaction to him and chuckles, he gives you a kiss on your forehead.

“Will it help if you don’t see me?” Marc gives you a smirk and bites his lip mischievously.

“What do you mean?” You act like you don’t know what he means, but you are so embarrassed about it that you just don’t want to say it.

“Just sit on my face baby, just enjoy it, don’t have to look at the mess, don’t have to get self-conscious about it” He starts to trail down wet kisses along your neck. “Besides, you know how much I like you like to sit on me, the thought of your thighs squeezing my face makes me more excited, please, baby, want you to suffocate me with those thighs, want that pussy all over my face.” He lets out a low growl next to your ear that sends shivers down your spine.

You let out a pathetic moan and before you know it or even have the time to think about it, Marc grabs your body and lifts it up as if you weighed nothing, he pulls you up on top of him, and he positions himself better in bed so his face would be right between your thighs. He licks his lips in anticipation.

You look down at him, you are still hesitant so you lower yourself slowly over his face, your breath feeling even heavier with each passing second, but he can’t have non of it, his protective side tbh at wants to help you along with his lust has filled his senses, so he wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls you down rough into him, a feral groan vibrates through his body as his tongue finds your clit again and starts eating you out. You grab the made up headboard the guys have made out of books to try to balance yourself, while you start to rock your hips shyly against him, feeling the pleasure bulging up inside you again.

He starts licking you up again, this time a bit more feverish about it, he flats his tongue again over your clit and then starts to lick your folds up and down, this time he slips two thick fingers into your cunt, smiling and growling low as he hears you gasp for air. He curls his fingers upwards finding easily that sweet spongy spot that makes you whine and shake.

“Always making pretty noises for me” he murmurs. “That’s it let me help you sweetheart,”

You look down for a moment and see how lost he is while eating you out, he is so concentrated, his curls are a mess now, his brows are furrowed but you can see the satisfaction he has on doing this, it melts all your worries about doing this in a second, his eyes are closed he is ravishing on you, he feels that your movements are stuttering while you look at him, so he opens his eyes for a second to look at you.

And God… he looks perfect.

The look he gives you could almost make you confuse him with Steven, it’s the same lost look he gives you when he has you on the same position above him, you love how Steven always gets pussy drunk while you are riding his face, but to see the same look on Marc? the sight of him being in that state, it almost sends you over the edge.

Marc’s digs his digits further into your skin, wanting to press you even harder against his face, his hard grip on your hips is for sure are gonna leaving marks, but you don’t care. He keeps on letting out low growls and moans ,while his tongue is deep inside you, tasting you and enjoying himself, his pronounced nose catches your clit as you grind on his face, making your moans and legs shiver as the pleasure keeps on building inside you, you swear you are about to break when you let out the biggest and most pathetic moan you think you’ve ever let out.

“That’s my girl,” his low voice resonates deep inside you. “Use me beautiful,let me help you get the pain away.”

His words make you feel more aroused, you buckle your hips and start grinding harder against his face, your movements are sloppy, but he helps you a little by guiding you with the tight grip he has on your hips.

His mouth starts sucking hard your clit as he takes his two fingers again starts fucking you faster with them, the particular tension of your imminent release builds up more and more.

A low growl that sends vibrations to your core accompanied with his masterful fingers send you over the edge, panting hard while your vision turns white for a second, you keep on sloppy grinding on his face, while you feel the pain of your cramps melting away as your orgasm flushes over you, your legs shiver and you almost give in and crush him. Marc it’s quick to catch you with the help of the tight grip he has on your hips, he smiles in satisfaction and guides you down from him, and help you to lean on your side on the bed. Marc sits up quickly and goes to the bathroom to wipes the mess around his mouth before entering the room again with a warm towel to clean up the mess between your thighs and helping you put your underwear back along with your sleeping shorts.

When he is satisfied with his job he leans on the bed behind you and holds you into a tight embrace, he starts rubbing soothing circles over your tummy.

After a couple of moments of silence, you feel Marc’s smile on your neck while he nuzzles his head there.

“Better?” He asks you while leaving a soft kiss on your neck.

“Much Better”

Fic Masterlist

[pandorasfavorite]

Get Out Of There

AN: Yo I just wanted to make a short drabble but I had to make a gif. My punishment is an even smaller drabble

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Every relationship has rules and the rules for you and Dominik were the same.

Always communicate

Be respectful to one another

and don't talk to no body that will get you in trouble

The third rule applies to many different situations, like Dominik or you shouldn't get involved with anyone that may cause problems for your career. That is a person that would get you in 'trouble'. But mainly in this relationship that meant don't go around fucking with anyone else or talking to any other woman/man for no reason.

Of course, some people didn't apply, but a person that you didn't like...such as Cathy was a huge no-no. You have told Dominik a few times how much she ticks you off and also that he should avoid her as much as possible. Dominik is loyal to the core, quite literally other women don't even cross his mind. But here comes Cathy trying to pick his brain about his losing match and his relationship. That's something you'd hate.

"Excuse me, Dominik? Can we get a word?", she says in her high-pitched voice that always makes your head ring. Dominik sighs and looks away attempting to ignore her, he is pressing the elevator button so hard it may jam. She stands there beside him waiting, pressuring him with a microphone and camera. "I'm kinda in a hurry right now", he says putting his hand up, still glancing at the elevator periodically.

"What could've changed out there that would've gotten you that victory?", he rolls his eyes and grimaces at the reminder. Cathy is making it even harder to be around, MIND YOU he shouldn't be around her anyway. "Obviously mami being by my side- Where is this elevator?!", he presses the button harshly again frantically. Cathy starts looking at the camera as if she is offended, which she should be considering Dominik wasn't worried about her feelings.

Finally the elevator doors open and Dominik is the first to rush in and find a corner to stand in. He puts his hand on his face and takes it down quickly, but in reality, he is trying not to get incredibly annoyed by this woman. As she is talking and berating him with questions Dominik is looking for any way to escape, he even pushes on the elevator walls. She keeps asking him questions and Dominik goes back to the sliding doors of the elevator, "Actually I don't wanna-". Dominik has clearly changed his mind about catching a ride.

She asks him yet another question, "Are we done here? Are you done?", Dominik asks but he isn't truly waiting on an answer. He turns to the man sitting in the elevator, "We almost there good sir?", the guy just nods at Dominik. Dominik restrains himself from letting out a sigh of relief. Cathy only gets closer and more pushy for Dominik to answer her questions until Dominik essentially snaps. "My wife doesn't like me talking to you, and I don't like it either", he asserts when the elevator doors open. "Thanks, Cathy", he says sarcastically when he walks past the doors of the hall and finally away from the prodding woman.

After Dominik gets home and showers, he goes to find you in bed lying on your side. You turn over and smile at the familiar feeling of Dominik's weight joining the bed, you lay on your back and look over at him, "Hey baby, how was work? Sorry I had to call in today", you ask him with that soft smile that was reserved for him. Dominik's face turns into a small cute frown at the mention of his day and he lays down on the bed. He slips his arm under your head and pulls you closer into his chest, "Cathy followed me into the elevator and kept asking me questions', he recalled and told you immediately. Being transparent was your favorite thing.

Dominik could've sworn he seen your eyes go dark at the mere mention of her name. "She did what?", you ask in a unruly tone. Dominik kisses the side of your temple in hopes for you to relax and to not take this too seriously. "She was poking at me about the match earlier", he said nonchalantly while playing with strands of your hair. "Well don't worry babe, I'll see her tomorrow", you said in a sweet tone, patting his hand that feel over your shoulder from the position.

Dominik sits up a bit in his spot looking down at you, "Mi Amor no. It's not worth it, I told her off", he reassures you and kisses the corner of your lips. You sit and contemplate how mad you really are. And yeah you're mad, but being with Dominik softens it up a bit. You purse your lips and simply nod, leaning up to peck Dominik's lips before going back to laying on his arm and partially on his chest.

[thestarminstrel]

don't very often come into the tag to post my thoughts unprompted, but finished challengers and. eugene.

what did pacat do to him.

i already wasn't expecting great things just based on the preview where eugene, my poor boy, just gave a weak thumbs-up at getting benched. but i had faith and hope as foolish as it was.

like, you're telling me that eugene labao who spent years working to get on the fencing team, every year told his mom "this will be the year", and gave a training camp his all just. gives a forced smile at being booted off the team for state?? what?? if pacat wanted to go with a eugene that cares more about the team than his personal resume, fine. okay. but eugene is allowed to be more upset. he should be. he was given everything he dreamed of by williams saying that they could have two reserves, and now it's gone. i don't care how much a team-player you are, that's devastating. especially as a high school junior (in america and australia i GUESS). if you want to go to college for fencing, i imagine the state competition is a great way to get scouted. also, you miss out on fencing with your teammates for the last or second-to-last time. getting benched as a freshman sucks but you got some more years in your high school career. but eugene's a junior, this is his first year on the team, so now he's fencing state maximum once. that's just a cruel stab in the back by williams, genuinely. he should have been given time to be upset onscreen whether it was privately or with friends.

which then, what the fuck williams. you literally said that you could have two reserves- that you FOUGHT for two reserves- and all the sudden eugene can't compete. i never did high school fencing and maybe things are different in australia, but that seems a little ridiculous to me. like wtf did the higher-ups tell her? "yeah you can have two reserves for one competition but that's it" ???????????????? did pacat have an experience like this or something bc i have no clue how that's a logical train of thought a high school sports organizer can have. i will admit that one could argue she's competitive and wants to win. like sure but then why have a second reserve. could she not decide and was always planning to cut nick or eugene depending on who did better at the camp? what kind of coach is that?? none of the other coaches did that - not even donati and she is neck to neck with williams in this rivalry. it doesn't matter how much she wants king's row to have this gold medal- if williams was intentionally doing any of this, uncaring of whether or not she hurts one of the fencing boys, she should not be a coach actually. period. again, i love early fence williams. but oh my god the way she handled this was so bad.

which then brings me to: what is the point of eugene.

i love eugene, he has been one of my favorite characters since 2020 when i first read volumes 1-3. he is one of the reasons why i get so excited about fence and makes me so happy as a character. but honestly? you could cut eugene out of fence and nothing would change. i know he's not haiden or nichoji, but he was put there for a reason that i think pacat forgot. he never has any signficant screentime unless it's to be comedic relief or be a supporting character to nick, the other "underdog" on the fencing team. i really do hate to say it, but reading challengers really made me wish pacat had written out eugene sooner or not written him at all. he's not treated well as a character, and at this point, i don't understand why eugene is even in this story.

another point i want to make is nick. what the hell is wrong with nick. you're telling me that the same nicholas "zero" cox who was about to give up his scholarship and chance to fence so that eugene, a guy he barely knew at the time, could finally be on the team is the same nicholas who only says "but coach--" when eugene gets kicked off the team? that is a terrible friend. i'm not saying nick should have said "i'm not going to state if eugene isn't!!" but he should have called williams out on it, found eugene later and say "dude i'm so sorry this sucks" -- literally ANYTHING!!! but no, nick bever acknowledges it outside of this panel and is too busy at state apparently to notice eugene being bummed about, you know, not fencing with him. it's so, insane to me that nick became this person that doesn't bother checking in on his bro. that tells me he's more concerned about fencing and seiji - which to each his own but i would drop anyone who did me like that. can't even manage a "how r u doing" text what the actual fuCk. i can not stress enough how much i do not like this nick right now.

in conclusion: i need eugene to have a good cry with his mom or his bros about this bullshit and to eat so much good arroz caldo. please save my son from the narrative, it keeps being mean to him :(((

[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || five

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

"so you guys went to vernon's place before coming back?" - wonwoo

"can't risk e/n finding out where yn lives now." - vernon

"you and seungkwan have to be careful too." - dino

"yeah. he's away hosting this netflix show so i'll just look out for myself." - vernon

"he's so annoying..." - yn

"i'll fetch you from work from now on, yn." - wonwoo

dino and vernon turn to look at him in shock. wonwoo? volunteering? to go out of the house? to help someone?

"thanks... i didn't really expect him to become like this..." - yn

no one expected e/n to knock on wonwoo's door while yn and dino were home alone.

hiding in her art room as the knocks got louder, yn and dino began to silently panic.

"where the hell is wonwoo" - yn

"he has a streamer event to attend. i'm going to cry why is he so scary..." - dino

"okay wait go strip and put on your bathroom after wetting ur body or smth then open the door and ask why he's here." - yn

"huh?!" - dino

"fasterpleasegonow." - yn

dino took a deep breath before opening the door. sure enough, it was e/n, who was shocked to see him."

"sorry but does someone named yn ln live here?" - e/n

"sorry who?" - dino

"yn ln. about this tall, (hair colour), (eye colour)..." - e/n

"i don't know anyone like that. sorry. would you mind leaving? this apartment building is off limits to those who don't live here and i don't recognise you." - dino

"... sorry for bothering you." - e/n

dino immediately closes and locks the door once e/n leaves and rushes back to the art room.

"how the hell did he get in without the keycard?" - yn

"probably tailgated someone inside. have you texted wonwoo?" - dino

"he said he was on the way back." - yn

when he got the text from yn, his heart dropped. a simple sentence. "e/n is here. help." he feared the worst. he didn't understand. yn was one of the nicest people he knew, willing to help anyone, hardworking and dedicated. why was she suffering at the hands people like this?

his relief when she texted that she was okay made his legs weak. he barely knew her, but he knew the effort she'd put in to keep a smile on her face.

e/n threatened her peace. and he didn't know why he cared so much, but he did.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

a/n: i'm sorry it's a little short today but i was tired since i went out to buy albums today. i finally bought my boynextdoor album. and OMG TWS MEMBERS???? based off instant attraction alone... it's me and shinyu against the world.

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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Tsudere /sub touch starved Jax in heat that pretends to hate the reader but does things to secretly be with them x a fem happy but smart Uzadere that loves being in the circus.She loves adventures,animals,cute things,fighting,food ect! lots of energy too but can be pretty insensitive and a little selfish with a little crush on jax. I feel like at first jax would completely reject liking her then he would be extra mean,then Maybe subconsciously know he likes her amd hates the feeling lol. cus he copes by trying to not have feelings and tries to act "tough". its pretty obvious that the reader is in love with him but his dumb ass cant catch on . She gives lots of compliments which makes him flustered and mad ( he is mad bc he thinks nobody likes him that much, he is mean to her to make her go away but it doesn't work ) but he pretends not to care. the reader would definitely confesses first tho. Sorry for such a long request its just that not many people write jax in this sorta way so i had to be detailed lol. also if you don't wanna use female pronouns you can make it non gender ofc 😅tysm for even reading such a long thing! and you don't have to do this at all lr you can switch it up. Anything is VERY appreciated tho😊 also i feel like max would be a massive virgin due to how annoying he is...he definitely a horny bitchless rabbit-

AHHHH! MY FIRST ASK ;0; Thank you!!! And i personally LOvE Jax- like its an issue 0-0 but im so happy to write for him first! your request is amazing and i truly love it! i hope i did it justice!!! i hope you dont mind HCs! if you did want a story just hit me back up in the answer box and ill write a lil something for ya! ;)

MDNI BELOW THE CUT+ Warnings: Smutty smut themes, bottom Jax <3- Cussing, swearing, the norm

The Reader definitely brought light to the Circus, when she first appeared she was the TALK OF THE TENT, everyone was happy to finally have someone around to liven up the place- > besides jax- the little shit made it his sole duty to make sure Reader was the punchline of his jokes or somehow always "in his way" and the Reader often got the butt of the assult. > Jax being Jax when the feelings for reader started to arise- he got scared- a little worried- upset even. More at himself than you but still pretty pissy- this just made the tourment wose oh lord- > Reader found this fun, more ways to annoy and poke and proad at Jax, finding his constant target on the Reader absolutely hilarious > Reader always calling the oblivious rabbit pet names!!! *Toots, Fluff butt, Shnookums (Only because it pissed Jax off and everyone would laugh), babes, Etc Etc, > Jax STILL oblivious to the reader ;0; taking it as her teasing him and pushing him and oh no we cant have that!!!! Jax haaates it. Secretly likes it HATES IT- >Despite the tension between the two Jax would often threaten Caine or sneak the other circus members things of value to be around reader. not knowing why- HE IS MADLY IN LOOOVE he wanted to be around Reader!! SMUT >Jax in heat is something i dont think even he saw coming- like they are digital code- BUT DAMN- > Stuck in his room alone humping a pillow and pulling his ears over his face embarrassed beyond belief at his own actions > Reader was coming to annoy Jax concerned why she didnt see him at breakfast (His favorite meal of the day may i add- >Knocking on his door reader had a shit eating grin "Sleeping in pookie?" She calls through the door only a groan and a loud huff was the response she got >Thats rude. Reader thinks and just assuming he is having one of his man period days- Reader enters his room- and boy is the sight she sees amazing- Jax face down and ass up with a pillow under his hips, face flushed a deep purple and his overalls down to his waist- > Reader and Jax are just staring at eachother with wide eyes >"G-GET OUT!!" "Nah i dont think i will" >Lets just say reader helps the little bunny get the relief he was so looking for- >They dont argue as much anymore-

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