#flame quirk

[lifewithinatarotdeck]

Malnourished

Izuku had finally arrived at the destination where he would be staying for a while and immediately the air had a note of comfort. A total contrast to the feel of his old Flat but almost as comforting as the Bakugous, you could tell it had a tone of…what is the word Izuku is trying to say…happiness?

Yes…happiness. That word he knows but is foreign to the greenette. He had faked being happy for so long that he has been desensitized by its true meaning or any positive feeling that does not bring him pain. Izuku is regaining the sensation now that the weight of fear is no longer available every day, but he knows that fear will linger for a while.

“Eevee should be here, she may be shopping or just running around as usual,”  Ophelia stated as she closed the door after waving goodbye to Tsukauchi and Recovery Girl. She then slithered to Izuku’s side and gave him a moment to look around in awe. “Your room is on the second floor, 1st on the right.”

“Th-thank you, Ophi-San,” Izuku said after swallowing, he didn’t know what to do now that he was here. He could go to the room and take a look but at this time he just wants some company. “I will take a look at the room later.”

The serpentine nodded and pointed him to the TV. “You can sit in the living room and watch some TV, if you want to see some movies they are on the shelf to the right.” She then smiled, “I will make some snacks since it is a little early for dinner.”

“Oh! You don’t have to, I can wa-” Izuku was trying to turn down the offer, not wanting her to give him any food at his expense, but during that interaction, he had to stop and glow bright red as his stomach growled ferociously.”

Ophelia looked at him with worry. “Izuku, when you were at the Flat, what was your diet?”

Izuku flinched like he had been slapped and Ophelia mentally cursed that he may need to be here longer due to the reaction. “My mo-she only gives me a bowl of rice in the morning and occasionally would give me another bowl with protein for dinner. The size depends on whether she is in a good mood, or I have made her happy with what I earn.”

Ophelia’s tail was again twitching at his mother only giving him food-for-services and it made her blood boil. He is at a growing stage and she only gives him rice and if he is lucky, protein. I may need to look at her financial records, if she had enough money to purchase the food this is another form of neglect. She eventually focused back on the boy and saw that he looked worried and was tearing up.

“I m-made Ophi-San mad, I’m sorry!” Izuku cried. “I’ll sit down and wait for dinner.”

He was about to walk away when her blue-like scales stopped in front of him, causing the greenette to walk into it. “Huh?”

“Izuku, come with me to the table. I will give you fruits, yogurt and some tea, and we will need to talk about your diet.”

Izuku shook with a feeling of dread and he felt the serpentine’s tail graze his arms in slight comfort. “O-ok.”

“I am not going to restrict you with anything, I am letting you know that, Bunny. In fact, it is the opposite, we need to get you to a healthy weight.”

Izuku sighed deeply and wiped some of his tears away. Strange, he usually hides his emotions, but why are they more free-flowing? “S-sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry, Izuku. Again this is not your fault, you had to deal with what you had to survive. We will make sure you are healthy. I wouldn’t be a social worker if I didn’t.”

Izuku chuckled and smiled lightly at her light yet serious joke. “Hai..” So they sat at the table and the greenette slowly enjoyed fruit in bliss, having never tasted fruit so fresh and he again teared up. The yogurt, however, even if it was flavored he could not help but gag as the texture overwhelmed him. 

“You’re ok, Izuku. You don’t have to force yourself to eat something you don’t like.” Ophelia said and took the yogurt and gave him the tea to help wash it down. “Was it the texture?”

Izuku nodded and drank the tea to wash the slimy-sour feel out of his mouth. “Y-yeah. It-reminds me of-” The greenette had to stop as a lump made an appearance in his throat.

“I understand.” Ophelia said quickly, giving an assuring look. “If there are any other foods you dislike, let me know.”

“Eggs is another, if the white is runny I can’t stand it and I immediately vomit. Mo-She would constantly torment me with it once she found out.”

Nodding, she wrote the information down and then looked at his medical records. “From what the bloodwork shows you are severely malnourished, low iron, red blood cells, calcium deficiency, folate, electrolytes, iodine, basically your vitamins, minerals, and other nutrients are severely low.”

Izuku looked down at the information and did not move. He knew he was malnourished as he had the weight of an 8-year-old, but he did not want to be a bother. Izuku knew that it was his mind thinking that and he needed help, but even though he trusts her, it is hard to let go of the reins.

“We will also need to increase the fiber in your diet.” She continued after putting the file away, “Recovery Girl gave you chewable vitamins and minerals for easier digestion, but it would be best to get them from food.”

She saw Izuku was absorbing some of the information and he nibbled on a piece of pineapple. “What would you like for dinner tonight?”

The greenette jolted and stared at her wide-eyed at the foreign question. She is asking me what I want? Is that even real?

“Ah, ummmm,” Izuku stuttered, butterflies in his stomach. “W-would Katsudon be ok?”

Ophelia smiled widely, “Of course! I will also make some more fruit as you seem to love them.” Izuku blushed. “I will have to do some grocery shopping, but I will wait until Eevee comes home. I don’t want you to be alone while I am away.”

“Not gonna lie, I am very nervous about meeting her.” The greenette said honestly, looking unsure. “Other than Kacchan, I never had any friends.”

“Eevee had a hard time making friends herself, even with her outgoing personality.” Ophelia said quietly, gaining the greenette’s attention. “She is quirky and eccentric and she loves to surprise or scare people. Not everybody shared her enthusiasm.”

A scene flashed back to him when he was explaining his interest in Quirk analysis to everyone and he could remember a look of disinterest on their faces and also a look indicating that they thought he was weird or creepy.

“When would I meet her?”

“Eevee would be here in about an hour, for now go ahead and watch TV. I will be nearby to gather a list before I leave.”

Izuku nodded and moved to the living room and turned on the TV, and immediately his mind was blown by the sharpness and the colors of the screen. After asking Ophelia how the guide works he was able to find a channel that was interesting to the greenette. Quirks Got Talent.

[moodyvoid]

Reblog and say who and why, if you’d like!

[stormyvoltzzz]

Star and Stripe's quirk always reminds me of those kids playing pretend that the rules of anything changes on a whim.

[wholelottatransbians]

This is my sideblog for Queens Dressed in White content, as well as assorted BNHA thoughts.

I'm a trans woman writing fictional trans girls. Long time superhero fan, and had recently gotten back into BNHA.

Link to my AO3 page here.

AUs/Fics you can ask about under the cut:

Queens Dressed in White: Midoriya is a student as Seiai, along with several other girls in her age group. (Trans girl)

For Love And Justice: Midoriya can turn people into Magical Girls. (Trans egg)

Lady of Illusions: Midoriya has a Quirk based in stage magic, with a slight touch of reality warping. (Girl)

Bun for All: 1-B Midoriya with a Lagomorph Quirk. Also One for All. And a large polycule. Based partly in Deus' "Feral Fluffle" and "Cousin Rumi" AU's. (Girl)

How Monoma Neito (Accidentally) Saved Japan: In a blind panic, Monoma accidentally stole All for One, and the massive collection of Quirks within it, before joining UA. His only goal with them is to make 1-B the greatest class in UA's history.

Generation Zero: An X-Men inspired AU, where Quirked people are the minority and are actively mistreated by those without Quirks.

The Forgotten Goddess: Inspired by Deus' Divinity AU. Yaoyorozu is a long forgotten goddess of creation, and Midoriya is her loyal High Priestess.

Shooting Stars: A TTK wielding Midoriya had moved away back during Elementary School, and has no memories of Bakugou Katsuki.

Brand New Hero: An unethical MLA expreiment gives Midoriya shapeshifting powers akin to Kagemori Michiru from BNA.

Midnight Mass: Midoriya has the power to enter and manipulate dreams.

Rabbit Trick: With a touch Midoriya can turn you into a rabbit.

Bakugou Kasumi: Bakugou has a twin sister who is different from him in every way.

Daughter of Paradise: Themyscira native Midoriya Satomi.

Start a Revolution: Generator Rex crossover AU.

Hero Time: Ben 10 crossover AU.

Spiderbite: Melissa Shield with Spider powers.

Orchard Hero: Decent person Female Mineta.

Emerald Flames: Female Midoriya with a dragon Quirk.

Slipstream: Midoriya with Float, named after her grandmother.

Spellcrafter: Witch Midoriya.

Interstellar: Midoriya, Uraraka, and Ashido are aliens.

Statistical Outlier: Most of 1-A is Quirkless.

Immortal Hero: Midoriya has been around since the Dawn of Quirks, due to having a strong Healing Quirk.

Nothing is Worthless: AfO!Midoriya, with a stockpile of "Weak" Quirks.

Soul Link: OfA has the ability to passively improve the users body, mixed with Midoriya having the ability to share Quirks with others.

Six Paths of Heroism: Reborn! Crossover, with Illusionist!Midoriya.

Two for One Deal: Midoriya gets cloned, clone is loaded with an "Off Brand One for All".

Quirk Mimicry: Midoriya can turn into anyone, so long as they understand the target's Quirk.

Maid of Honor: Emotionally powered Midoriya works as a maid for the Yaoyorozu's

Green Valley Chat: Multi AU crossover, any previous AU is able to interact with any other.

[artfularchon]

Endeavor

Self indulgence. . 

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[brdcge]

making my bnha kyojuro a sorta phoenix ...

[corvidshadowgrovebaystrega]

So yeah, it seems I have another writing idea. And yes it is another one which I will probably never finish but still. I just can't help the fact that my brain is like that. Thus, now I am sharing what I came up with so far.

First things first is the fact it's a fanfiction from my newest brainrot a.k.a. MHA. It's obviously an AU and in here Izuku has a twin sibling named Hanako. Hanako or Hana as she likes to be called has an unspecified fire quirk. Izu still like in canon at first seems quirkless so Hana is very protective of him.

And when it comes to Hanako themselves, she is...something. Why? Because even if they are twins it's Izuku who's more like Inko. Hana on the other hand is in a lot of aspects a carbon copy of their father and absolute opposite of xer brother. It is even smarter than Izu, tall and muscled. Definitely not beautiful or pretty, at least not in the standard sense. Especially considering their scars, sharp features and narrow eyes. She dyes xer hair green and wears vividly green contact lenses. Why is under the red warning. Personality wise xe IS quiet. Like quiet quiet, she is able to talk but they're still effectively mute as she chooses not to. And well, xe's angry, bitter and jaded. Seeing how the society treats quirkless and people with quirks that are considered weak or villainous, people with mutations she doesn't trust heroes. They're not evil but definitely more morally grey. Xe's not exactly kind or comforting either. Even when she tries you can clearly tell it's awkward & unpracticed but nonetheless genuine. And they understand other people like that on a deep level. Still you can tell xer emotions by her eyes. They also force herself to be strong so the others do not have to be. So in conclusion she' a distrustful & sharp, quite antisocial person. She is polyamorous omnisexual however demiromantic & demisexual nonbinary xenogender(fugogender) with she/xe/they/it pronouns.

SPOILERS & PROBABLY V TRIGGERING STUFF UNDER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED SO PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Firstly, AFO is Hizashi Midoriya and Inko is Nana's daughter. Momo is a Shimura too and Tomura's sister. She was born the same year as Tomura dusted the rest of the members, she's alive because she wasn't there but at the hospital. She was adopted by Yaoyorozus who needed a heir/heiress.

Hanako is exactly this kind of sibling who when she can, wrecks people bullying Izuku. They still can't be on the lookout 24/7 and Izu hides a lot from xer & their mom to not worry them.

Izuku actually has a quirk. It's telekinesis and it's stronger than Inko's. However it was jumpstarted when he took Katsuki's "good" advice. Kat himself saw it and had a brutal wake up call. Izuku did die for a second there but miraculously came back. (We will come back to how later.)

After that some truths came out. Mainly all about the bullying Izu suffered from Aldera & Katsuki. Also the fact how abusive Mitsuki Bakugo is and how Masaru doesn't interfere.

Well hearing that and the true regret from Kats, Inko made a decision. She formally adopted Katsuki and made him go to therapy, both for trauma and anger issues. Now he fixed his relationship with the twins somewhat and is protective of both. Still not the nicest and a huge tsundere but nonetheless slightly improved.

The sludge villain incident with Katsuki happened as in cannon, Izuku jumped right after. All Might after tried to find him but as Zu was in hospital he didn't have much luck. However he met both twins at "that" beach and approached them. He at first planned to do what he did in cannon when it comes to Izu but after learning of the new quirked status of our broccoli boy he just offer to train them. Hana though agreed only to keep on eye on Izu. In the end both siblings actually got OFA as Hana reasoned that if they share it, it may go 50/50 and as such be easier to handle. She wasn't wrong and as they are twins it also made their sibling connection that much stronger. Now they're literally able to feel each others emotions, pain & unfortunately if one dies.

Hitoshi and Kyoka were pretty quickly adopted after they started UA by the Yamada/Aizawa who are married.

Almost whole class 1-A is dating and all are poly. Most are LGBTQ+ in all ways.

Chisaki here is completely reworked personalitywise. While still a criminal and Yakuza leader few things are changed. He's kind to Eri who is his biological daughter. He's trans and dating Hari though only the Precepts know, also the Precepts, Hari & two Chisakis are a family before all else.

LOV is on the other hand even more found family and you can tear this trope from my cold dead hands.

Dabi is Toya Todoroki but he only wants revenge on Enji without including his siblings and mom a.k.a. he's a good older brother(and partner but that later).

Twice & Magne survive. I repeat they won't die here because I said so.

Hawks had been sent as a spy by the Comission but he quite quickly fully deflected after seeing all of the lies he was fed his whole life. He kept the act to protect LOV though and only stopped when told to kill Twice. He paid for it being tortured half to death before getting broken out by one slightly more decent person (OC) and then being brought to the LOV who nursed him back to health. Said OC though dies for that.

Most parents of the 1-A & 1-B kids suck very much. The only decent ones are Iidas, Inko, Rei, Kirishima's moms, Satos, Ashidos & Seros.

Tokoyami after his internship with Hawks got basically unformally adopted by him which much later was actually formalized.

Toru got adopted by Nemuri(who also won't die) and Emi Fukukado/Ms. Joke.

The war happens in their 3rd year but that would be another much more spoiler-y post.

[marimeeko]

Once again bc it bears repeating I trust Horikoshis process, but if Toga and Kacchan legit die but Touya who has been completely 5000 percent burnt to a skeletal crisp somehow not only lives but was still awake and carrying out his superheated attack,

I WILL be disappointed.

(This is not saying I WANT him to die but he has literally burned himself to what should be way beyond living 3 times over)

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

so, prior to learning that toga died, I was in the process of writing an ending where toga and touya escape prison and call you remembering that your family helps villain refugees (ACTUALLY I POSTED A LITTLE BIT OF IT I FORGOT), and basically he becomes part of your group so toga didn't have to and she could just be normal finally (which you were very clear that NEITHER of them needed to do anything but touya doesn't really know how to exist outside of service and I don't think he'd like feeling indebted to people).

But basically, this actually ends up being a very chill, low-key happy/bittersweet ending where you three kinda become a little villain family unit and it's the only universe where you and touya have a kid.

And this is a really long way of me saying that I realized if you and touya had a son he would probably end up looking a lot like Ekko actually lol

[eternally-sugary]

They ruined my Steven give me him BACK where is my sweet pilot man

YEAH ALSO WHY IS HE WVITE??-Bibi

[so-manybees]

hello so i have finally started watching my hero academia

my knowledge on the show before watching based on what i've seen on tumblr + the one person i follow that happens makes a lot of mha porn:

endeaver is kinda cute, dad bod, v sweet todoroki is an asshole and has a brother thats even more of an asshole, they both do fire highschool? hawks is a twink there's a man who's thing is just. denim.

however, i'm now halfway through season two and i was sO WRONG

[sweetheartspence]

✰ mind over matter - s.r. ✰

Spencer thinks you hate him. That couldn't be further from the truth.

pairing: spencer reid x bau!reader

genre: fluff

content: idiots in love, a little bit of miscommunication, reader is anxious, gn!reader i think, mutual pining, garcia the matchmaker, not proofread

wc: 1.4k

a/n: in second person this time :) i hope you all enjoy, let me know your thoughts! requests are open :D likes and reblogs appreciated! dividers by @/saradika-graphics - thank you!

Spencer is not good for your head.

Every time he's in the room, your brain stops working. Just- flatlines. No activity. All you can do is stare, stumble over yourself, blush, and eventually flee from the room in a panic.

It's his fault, really. With his stupid big brown eyes and his stupid hair and his stupid hands and his stupid voice, and the way his eyebrow crinkles at the halfway point when he's thinking really hard about something. And the way the corners of his mouth turn down when he's thought of something that he thinks is funny, but thinks no one else will find amusing, and the way that his collar is never quite straight. He's always around, always trying to strike up conversation, and it's infuriating.

Not because you don't want to talk to him. Because you do. Because you do, and you can't.

You're stirring a spoonful of sugar into your second cup of tea of the day when Spencer walks into the break room. His collar is slightly askew, his purple tie a little bit crooked (and, you think, knotted wrong), and he's carrying his mug. You know it's his because it's patterned with the periodic table. If that wasn't a dead giveaway, it's specially labelled with his name on the bottom.

He flashes you a smile, and your heart seizes. You're pretty sure you look like a deer in headlights, your eyes wide and a little panicked.

Spencer stops in front of you, and you're pretty sure you've died. You've died, and this is your heaven- or purgatory, maybe, since you still can't get your mouth to work.

"You're standing in front of the coffee maker." His voice is smooth and uncertain, a little amused, matching the quirk of his lips.

Your mind blue screens. "That- I- um, yeah. I am." You make no motion to move, and he tilts his head, like a curious puppy.

"Would you, um... mind moving?" Spencer asks, blinking at you. You let out a squeak, and duck out of the way, your cheeks beginning to flame.

"Sorry! I, uh, that's- yeah." You manage, intelligently, before bolting out of the break room and back to your desk. You've just gotten to your desk when you realize that you've forgotten your tea in the break room, freshly brewed and now abandoned on the counter. You sigh, pushing your chair back, making your way over to Garcia's lair of computers.

Spencer is pretty sure you hate him.

You're decently new to the BAU, having been there under a year, and at first, he thought you were jut shy. You were awkward around the entire team, not just him. But as the weeks passed, you became smiley, articulate, and entirely endearing, with everyone except for him.

With him, you're... different, to say the least. He clearly makes you uncomfortable, if the flushed cheeks and inability to meet his eye is anything to go by. There's moments he thinks he might be getting through to you, when you nod along with one of his statistics during briefings, or try to hide a smile at one of his nerdy jokes. But then he tries to talk to you directly, and you shut down again.

And Spencer just had to develop feelings for you. The one person in his life that can't stand being in the same room as him for longer than necessary. He's not the type to spend time and energy on people who clearly don't want to be around him, but you... there's something different about you.

When he approaches you in the break room, you give your stuttered answer, followed by your usual quick departure. He hadn't even wanted coffee, if he was being completely honest. He had just wanted a chance to talk to you.

Spencer sighs, leaning his hands on the counter and hanging his head. And then he notices your tea, left on the counter. He glances into the bullpen, but you're not at your desk. Spencer hesitates, before picking up the mug and bringing it over to your desk. He takes one of the pens out of your cup, a purple one, and writes a quick note, leaving it with your tea.

"You need to figure out how to talk to him," Garcia is saying, but you're barely listening, having heard this spiel at least a dozen times from her. You roll your eyes.

"I'm trying, Pen, I am," you mumble, fidgeting with one of the trinkets she has proudly displayed on her desk. "It's like I lose all control of my mouth when I'm around him. I can't... make it work." You set the trinket down, sitting back in your seat.

Garcia sighs, clicking her tongue. "The two of you are hopeless, honestly," she mutters, her manicured nails clicking on her keyboard.

You wrinkle your nose indignantly, giving her a look. "What? No," you protest. "We work fine together, so it's not like it even matters."

"You do," she agrees, looking over at you for a second and wiggling her eyebrows. "But you could work together so much better. And in much different ways."

Her innuendo isn't lost on you, and you narrow your eyes. "What, you think this stupid crush is even going to go anywhere?" You grumble.

"He likes you too." It's not a question, but a definitive statement. You blink.

"He told you that?" You ask.

"Well, no, but..." Garcia trails off for a moment, tapping a nail against her teeth. "C'mon, we can all tell. You need to just-"

"Okay, well, thank you for your delusions," you interrupt, pushing your chair back and standing up. "Gotta get back to work. You know how it is."

"Not delusions," she calls back, as you start to walk back to the bullpen. "Observations."

You consider this as you walk back. Observations. Maybe he feels it too? Or maybe, you've ruined any chance you might have had by being completely socially inept around him. Would it even change anything if you knew he liked you? Would you be able to make your mouth work, say something that didn't sound like you were speaking English for the first time?

You're still pondering the possibility when you sit down at your desk.

There's a mug. Your mug. And a note.

"Sorry for scaring you out of the break room. You forgot something. S.R."

You stare at the note, at the purple pen, at the loops and smudges on the paper. There's a smiley face haphazardly drawn in the bottom corner, and it's so Spencer that it makes your heart ache.

That's it, you decide. You have to do something.

In an uncharacteristic show of bravery, you take a breath, pushing back from the chair and standing up, making your way over to his desk. Spencer is bent over a case file, his glasses low on the bridge of his nose.

"You didn't," you say, a bit too loudly, and you finch at the volume of your own voice. Spencer startles, looking up from his work.

"What?"

"You didn't," you repeat, at a more normal volume. You can feel your cheeks start to burn, but you push on. "Scare me. Out of the break room, I mean."

He blinks up at you owlishly. "Oh. Then why did you-"

"I like you," you blurt. You can't help it. The blush creeps down your neck, across your chest under your sweater. Spencer stares. "Like, I like like you. Which make me sound like I'm in third grade, but I just-" You let out a heavy breath, your shoulders shrugging helplessly. "I get all tongue tied, around you. You make me... you make me nervous." Your voice gets quieter as you go on, and Spencer's heart swells.

"Yeah?" He asks, tilting his head, fighting back a smile.

"Yeah," you manage, nodding meekly. "And you don't have to... say anything. I just wanted you to... to know." You turn on your heel, then, intending to go back to your desk, but a hand catches yours. Spencer's slender fingers wrap around your wrist, halting you in place.

"Your tea is probably cold by now," Spencer says, his voice soft. His gaze is intense, but gentle, full of affection. "Let me buy you a new one."

Butterflies flood through your stomach, and you manage a very shy smile, giving a little nod. "Um, like... just hanging out, or.."

He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Like a date. If you'd want."

You nod again, completely breathless. "Yeah. Yeah, um.. that's good. Great, even. Yeah."

"I think we're gonna have to work on these nerves around me," Spencer teases. He smiles at you, soft and fond, and tugs on your hand.

"Let's get you that tea."

[dracimexidae]

I just can't do it, I can't root for Djokovic, I just can't 😒

[comatosebunny09]

helpful | sylus

— summary: you can’t sleep because aunt flo is a bitch. sylus decides to help. — cw: female reader, female anatomy described, dry humping, riding, menstrual cup mention, period woes, mild language, praise, incredibly self-indulgent, bro this is a hot mess, i wrote this instead of carpe noctem ‘cause i wanted sexy time, mdni — now playing: monster - irene & seulgi

For the umpteenth time that morning, you fidget. 

Stupid restless leg syndrome. Stupid cramps. Stupid period. 

Man, fuck!

He stirs behind you, and you stiffen. He groans something abrasive. Brushes his lips against the outer curve of your ear, his hold around your waist tightening the slightest bit. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You wince at the grit of his tone. Feel shitty because he sleeps like shit as it is. With your added squirming, you’re only making things worse. 

“Nothing,” you sigh, hoping he won’t pursue it and fall back asleep. 

“Can’t sleep?” 

You shrink. Of course he’d press.

“Cramps again?”

You nod wordlessly, smoothing an apologetic thumb over his wrist and rubbing his ankle with your toes. He shifts against you, curled around you like a clingy feline, legs entangled, body a warm, calming pressure at your back. 

“How can I help?” purrs your love, rooting his nose against the sensitive space behind your ear. Inhales, taking in the warm scent wafting off your skin, leaving a shudder and goosebumps in his wake. 

“Dunno,” you return with a pout. “Maybe take my uterus out.”

His chuckle is throaty. Sleepy. Alluring. 

He eases a hand beneath the hem of your shirt, battle-worn palm smoothing over your belly. It’s soothing. Like your own personal heating pad, somewhat easing the gnarl of your gut.

“Unfortunately, I can’t do that, sweetheart. You might need it later. Any other way I can assist?”

You chew on your lip, listening to your pulse thrum. To the sound of his even breaths, the slide of his hand over your stomach, and the wrens singing their morning hymnal outside your window. 

You’re too lazy to grab medicine for the pain. And you don’t want Sylus leaving the bed, either—you’d miss him too much, no matter how briefly he’d be gone. 

You recall once reading up on other methods to ease cramps. 

Your cheeks warm with the memory of one particular bullet point that stood out.

You clear the phlegm from your throat in an attempt to redirect your thoughts.

Sylus, the observant bastard, senses your evasiveness. He lifts his chin from the hollow of your neck, snowy strands tickling your skin. You don’t have to glance back to know he’s looking at you with those dangerous duel flames and wariness pulling at his sleepy face.

“Talk to me,” he coaxes, patting the meat of your belly. 

You swallow past the barbs in your throat, fidgeting once more. Your voice is small. Tentative. “Well, there is one way.”

You picture an inquisitive brow lifting. “Enlighten me.”

Quietly, you shift around on your bed in his arms until you’re faced with a mop of white. With drooping eyes glistening like the sun refracted off sea waves. 

You take his warm cheeks in your palms, sliding your thumbs along the scratchy stubble residing there. Trace over his bottom lip, entranced by its elasticity. Its fullness. He groans something soft and bitten-off, tugging you closer until your chests meet.

You look down between your bodies, a hot wash of embarrassment flooding your insides. A dismissive smile rounds your lips. “It’s stupid. Go back to sleep. Don’t worry about me.”

His hand slinks down your side, settling on your hip. He pitches himself forward, stealing the taste of your lips with a sticky, languid kiss. Nuzzles your nose with his beautifully sculpted one, a youthful quirk to his mouth. 

“Nothing is ever stupid when it comes to you. Tell me. I want to ease your pain.”

You worry your bottom lip again with your teeth, mulling over your next words. You burn hot when, in your peripheral, his eyes darken whilst following the action.

“I read somewhere that, um…”

Sylus strokes reassurance into your waist with his thumb. Wordlessly encourages you to continue, painting an attentive line between your mouth and lashes. 

“Orgasms…help.” 

“Oh?”

You flinch at how his voice rolls like thunder in his chest. You shut your eyes tight, to which he chuckles, dragging you impossibly closer until your pelvises acquaint themselves with each other. He traps your legs with his, mooring you to the spot. To him. 

Gentle digits pinch your chin, guiding your gaze back up. The look on his face makes your stomach twist, contending with your cramps. He kisses you once more, pressing that devilish smile to your lips. You relax after some time, letting him guide you through the languorous waltz of your tongues.

Your arms snake about his neck, and you pour the deftest little sound into his body, allowing him to plunder every ridge and crevice of your mouth. He pulls away with a sticky click, and the smolder of his gaze is unmistakable. 

Lust. Playfulness. Danger.

“Allow me to help,” he says, voice warm milk and honey. 

Your stomach flips. 

There is no warning. No preamble when he effortlessly maneuvers your body until you’re straddling him, legs bracketing either side of his devastating hips. His fingers burn like cinders, clasped around your waist. The seam of his pants digs something harsh against the inner cut of your thigh. You throb, blinking dumbly down at your love.

He tugs with a chuckle, and you careen forward, catching yourself on palms perched on his virile chest. With a smirk canting one corner of his mouth, he pillows the back of his head with his palm, watching you expectantly, the pinnacle of smugness.

“Use me.”

Your face contorts with confusion, a hot thrill shooting through you. “Huh?”

“To get off,” he returns as if it’s as obvious as the night’s transition to day. 

He lightly swats your ass, and you release an indignant sound, bowing forward, a warm, dizzying pressure pushing against the seam of your cunt.

Is that—

Sylus scoffs at your indecision. “Do I have to do everything for you, sweetie?” 

It’s a tease, a challenge. Yet, before you’re granted the time for a response, his hand is firm and possessive on your hip, sliding you forward, and—oh, fuck.

You pulse at the pleasant glide of your cunt against his awakening bulge. He repeats the motion, this time sliding you back on his lap. And spurred by your pleasured response, he begins undulating your hips like the lazy pull of a tide receding into the sea. The friction brewing between your thighs is enough to make your eyes roll and your head loll back, your mouth falling open with a silent gasp.

His lips part slightly, his unoccupied hand clasping around your other hip to keep you in rhythm. “Just like that,” he rasps, watching the strings of your resolve fray slowly. 

He knows what his voice does to you. How his tender instruction curls in your stomach like smoke, unfurling upward to scorch your chest. 

When he’s convinced you’ve caught on, he releases your hips, blistering palms closing around your wrists to keep you anchored to him. To keep your palms pressed firm against the rigid pane of his chest for leverage. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Use me. Take what you want from me.” His voice is murky. Gritty. Intense. Strained as if he’s enjoying the steady wind of your hips, the union of your bodies, just as much as you are.

Something twists low in your belly. You peer down at him with half-slit eyes, not once relinquishing the pleasurable knock of your hips. He studies you with equal fervor, pelvis slowly surging off the bed to meet you rock for rock. He’s goaded by your pleasure. By the soft, pathetic keening sounds leaving your lips, and his grip on your wrists is almost bruising.

“Take me, sweetheart. Take me.” He groans something heady, throaty, and it puddles in your core, searing hot like magma. 

Your walls quake around the menstrual cup nestled within, amplifying the sparkling sensation threatening to wholly take hold of you. 

“Don’t stop,” he urges on a groan. “Take your pleasure. Keep going until you’ve had your fill.”

You’ll lecture him later on his obsession with being used like something disposable. For now, you chase the tingling sensation stewing between your bodies, riding him a little faster than before, your clit perfectly dragging against his dick.

Your mouth hinges open as your hips paint a rhythm of their own accord, driven by feeling alone. Your orgasm creeps up your back like spindly, spidery limbs, and the world falls away, making way for a blinding surge of white. Your hips stutter. Stiffen, your tongue wrapping around his name. 

You barrel forward, falling into Sylus’ embrace, and you laugh as the final vestiges of your orgasm wade over you, leaving you a shaking mess of tendons and sweat. 

He smooths a hand over the notches of your spine as you come down, humming low, whispering dulcet words of encouragement into the crown of your head.

“That’s my girl. So good for me. So sweet. So pretty.”

His heartbeat is mollifying beneath your cheek. You smile, breaths evening out, sleep beckoning you with her feathery call. 

That’s one way to combat menstrual pain.