#i felt fine all day and now the cramps and lower back pain hit me like a freight train

[lewmagoo]

bob floyd would be the absolute king of taking care of you when you're on your period 🥹

[writersrkive]

Warmth | Aaron Hotchner

summary: Your period arrived, and you are feeling like shit, but that doesn't mean you won't go to work. Your body is pleading to rest, but you are stubborn, so you act like you are fine. However, Hotch is there to take care of you.

genre: comfort pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau!fem!reader warnings: cramps and physical discomfort caused by menstruation, fainting.

a/n: maybe is not a good one, but I'm on my period, so let me be delulu. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.

Masterlist Spanish ver. On Wattpad (coming soon)

When your lower back started to hurt, days prior, you knew what day of the month was getting closer. You prepare yourself, however that morning your body felt heavy, almost numb.

Walking out of bed, going to the bathroom, showering and dressing up were difficult tasks. The morning didn't go any better. You had problems with your car, the traffic was hell, and when you arrived at Quantico, fifteen minutes late, your ID wasn't in your wallet. You had to walk back to your car and go up to the floor where you worked five minutes later.

“Did you have cardio yesterday? Is that the reason why you are so late?” Derek asked, teasing, but you were not in the mood to joke with your best friend.

"Maybe I just took too long to hide the body of the rat that was bothering me last night, do you want me to show you what I did with it?" I asked, finally sitting on the chair to rest my lower back. My belly was hurting a lot.

“Uh.” Emily said and chuckled when she saw Derek's surprised expression.

“Maybe not the time.” The dark skinned whisper.

“Definitely not.” I answered. “Did Hotch…” I started, turning to JJ.

“Don't worry. He has been inside his office since we arrived. I don't think he noticed."

A few minutes later, I was leaning towards the files I had on my desk, not because I couldn't see, but because I needed to feel something warm towards my belly. My hands weren't enough, but it was all I had.

“Take this.” Spencer said, handing me some pain killers.

“Thanks, but last time I tried, they didn't work."

“Try again.” Emily said softly, understanding what was happening. “If you don't feel good, tell us.”

“Thanks, but seriously, I'm fine.”

That wasn't true though. Thank God we had just file day, because I wouldn't be able to fly in that condition. But at least I would have the opportunity to sleep a little thereby.

I needed something warm. So I stood up and walked to the mini cafeteria, where there was a coffee machine, with tea bags on the side and snacks. My tea was already prepared, I only wanted to grab a chocolate bar, but the cramps hit me, making the cup of tea almost fall from my hands.

“Hey, hey. Easy there.” That calm and velvety voice made me realise the man who I liked was now next to me, helping me by taking the cup and steadying myself with his other hand.

“Sorry, boss.” I whispered.

“What happened? Are you sick?”

“Kinda… I'm just not feeling good. You know, that day of the month.” I answered, still trying to breathe, feeling a tear of cold sweat slide down my back.

“It's okay. You need to rest. Go home.” He said with a firm, yet soft tone of voice. The team was always saying he only used that tone with me.

“I'm fine, seriously.”

I could see in his eyes that he was not convinced. “Okay, but let me know if you need something. Don't think I didn't notice that you arrived late.”

“I'm really sorry. That won't happen again.” My cheeks were probably burning, and I didn't know if it was because of my period, or the embarrassment.

“What I'm trying to say is that I know that you are not feeling good, and I will understand if you need to go back home.” He reassured me, lightly caressing the arm that still held me.

“Thanks.” I whisper.

“Here. Take this.” He handed me a warm compress that he took out of the microwave after heating it for a few minutes.

The tea and compress helped a lot, however, the painkiller didn't work. I felt like I was about to faint. The noises of our workmates, the weather, and even poor JJ's breathing was stressing me out. A break was what I needed, but I wouldn't be able to take one, so instead, I went to the bathroom. I didn't know Hotch was observing me from his seat, through the office window.

In the bathroom things weren't better. My forehead was covered in sweat, my throat felt dry and my legs and arm were about to give up. All of that was reflected on the mirror in front of me.

Someone knocked.

I opened the door and then my vision turned black. Next I remember strong arms embracing me on the floor. “That's it. I'm taking you home.” He said.

“I'm…” I tried to talk.

“No, you are not fine. Sometimes you need to hear your body and rest.” He explained gently, moving my hair out of my face. “You are going to drink water. I'm going to get your stuff and I'll take you home.” It was obvious there was no room for discussion.

“Got it, boss.” I whispered, letting myself smile on his chest. It wasn't a surprise how excited I was because he was taking care of me, even if I was feeling like shit. He was the warmth I needed.

[mrsrileywrites]

My brain unlocked a bonus to this story right here 👇

It turned out longer than I thought, hope you all enjoy, don't forget to interact, I want to hear your thoughts and suggestions.

TW: labor, medical inaccuracies, soft Simon (if I missed any just tell me and I'll fix it)

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"Simon?.... Simon!" You whisper yelled to wake the hulking man sleeping next to you, Simon being a light sleeper sat on the bed immediately. "Huh? What is it love?".

"I-I think I peed myself" you whispered about to cry from embarrassment.

You had been feeling funny all day, the ache on your lower back worse than ever and a cramp-like pain starting at the top of your belly and moving all the way down along with a little pressure on your vaginal area, it felt like your baby was doing big stretches inside of you, "it's a big baby", you told yourself, "maybe he's just running out of space".

Simon flung aside the covers and got out of bed, he was on your side faster than a lightning, he helped you sit on the edge of the bed and you felt like you peed again, you gasped as your hands flew in between your legs. "Oh... Oh no!... Oh my God!" Your voice was laced with panic. "What? What is it? What is it, love?" Simon, who was kneeling in front of you, tried to keep it cool but he was panicking as much as you were.

"This... this isn't pee... my water broke" you looked as realization hit him, his hands that were resting on your thighs squeeze gently. "Okay... okayokay... uh w-we practiced this before" Simon tried to reassure you or himself, you aren't sure.

As your due date came closer and closer, Simon, having the military ways engraved in his brain, made you run drills where he would go over everything you needed to bring to the hospital once the moment came, he would set a timer and load everything on the car, you included, just to see how long would it take him, you just needed to sit and wait, he would haul you in his arms like you weighed nothing and carry you to the car as you giggled on his arms, "Don't laugh at me love, this is serious!" He would scold you trying in vain to suppress the grin on his face.

And so Simon, just like in his drills, stared to get all the essentials you both had packed together, except now, he was acting more like a headless chicken, running around the house, mumbling to himself, as he put everything on the car, he sat behind the steering wheel and fasten his seatbelt, he looked at the passenger seat and cursed under his breath, you weren't sitting there, he got off the car and run back inside, there you were sitting on the couch where he left you trying to hold your laughter.

"Shit love, I'm sorry." his tone apologetic as he scratched the back of his head letting out a soft chuckle. Your face contorned in pain as a contraccion hit you and he was at your side in no time. "Breath, sweetheart... Deep breaths" he coaxed you, his voice soft like a feather, so you did, you breath through the contraccion until it went away, Simon tried to lift you off the couch but you refused, "I can walk, Si... I'm fine" he wasn't happy about it but he compelled without a fuss.

He helped you get on the car and secured your seatbelt before walking around with long strides and taking his seat behind the steering wheel. He drove to the hospital, one hand firm on the steering wheel while the other rested on your belly, your hand on top of his.

In every red light he would look at you and asked how you were doing, he took deep breaths with you and rubbed circles on your belly to help ease the pain of each contraccion.

The arrival to the hospital was smooth and in a short period of time you both were settled in a room, Simon helped you take off your clothes and put on the garments a nurse brought for you.

You were on the bed, a tocodyamometer was placed around your belly to measure the length, frequency and strength of every contraccion, you hated it, it squeezed your belly and made the pain worst, Simon sat next to your bed, holding your hand, attentive to each and every movement, the nurses were nice, they came from time to time to check on you, other than that they let you be and share this moment just between the two of you.

The contractions came more often, you had less and less time to recover in between each one, pain flooding your body like a tsunami.

As much as you loved Simon's cheer size, in this moment you were not so sure. Carrying his child had been a nerve wrecking experience, "a bigger than average baby" said your doctor on every appointment, which only added to your fears and anxiety. C-section had been an option, your doctor put it on the table without judgement, it was necessary in some cases she said, and this may very well be one of those cases, but you refused, you decided you will listen to your body and try and do this as natural as possible unless that was the only option, Simon stood with you, not like he felt he had a say on the decisions regarding your body but he decided he would support whatever you choose no matter what.

As the nurses got you ready for the big moment Simon left to the bathroom to put on the scrubs one nurse provided for him, the biggest size they were able to find, Simon came back looking like a doctor, he stood next to the bed again and you cling to his arm, he brushed your hair with his hand, "I'm scared" you wailed to him and it broke his heart, to see you scared and in so much pain.

He leaned over and caressed your cheek, "It's okay love, you are going to be okay, you are so brave and strong, you got this... I'm right here, I got you." You nodded and it soothe him a little, he was scared too but he wouldn't let you know. He would be whatever you needed him to be and right now you needed him to be strong and supportive.

"I'm going to tell you when and I need you to push really hard for me, okay?" The nurse guided you to push with each contraction as Simon wiped the sweat from your forehead whispering sweet praises next to your ear.

"Push, push, push!" The nurse cheer you. "I can't, Simon... I can't, it hurts" you cried. "Yes you can, you are almost there, sweetheart" he cradled your upper body in his arms "Just a little more, one big push and it'll be over". So you pushed, you tried your damn hardest and suddenly you felt relief.

The world seemed to stand still for a second and then you heard a loud cry. "Congratulations" the nurse praised you, "such a big baby boy, well done mama" she put your baby on your chest and you hold it immediately, your mother instincts kicking in.

You looked up at Simon, he was speechless, tears blurring his vision as he saw you holding a carbon copy of him. He placed his hand gently on the baby's back and kissed your forehead and thanked you over and over, he was so happy and proud of what you just did he felt his heart burst at the seems.

The nurse took the baby to weight and measured him but also to get him cleaned up and dressed. Simon stood behind her and snapped a quick picture over her shoulder to send to the 141 and show off.

You got settled into the room again, the big baby looking tiny on Simon's burly arms as he cooed sweet words rocking him side to side, and much to your dismay, all the new born clothes you so carefully picked fit a bit too tight on your baby.

It was already close to noon so Simon decided to go back home and get the 0-3 months old clothes you refused to bring just in case. He put the sleeping baby on the basin, the sooner he left the sooner he'll be back.

You thanked the heavens for Simon's methodical brain and his insistence on organizing the baby's clothes by color and size because at least he would be able to find them easily since you wouldn't be there to point out he isn't able to find what's laying right in front of his nose.

Simon came back short after just to find the room empty, no traces of you or the baby. Simon walked to where the nurses were, his heartbeat ringing in his ears and his breathing shallow, a nurse guided him back to the elevator and towards the top floor, "intensive care unit" he read on the sign just outside the elevator which only added to the uneasy feeling brewing in his chest, his vision became clouded, why did they take you here? where's the baby? a tons of questions flooded his brain along with the rising panic.

The nurse knocked gently before opening the door to a room, Simon walked past her and stopped in his tracks as he saw you, sitting on the reclining chair, chubby baby sleeping snuggly in your arms.

You looked up at him and smiled, "Simon, they brought us here, they said something about a broken pip-" Simon took you in his arms and lift you with baby and everything to sit on the chair with you in his lap pulling you closer to his chest.

"Simon, you okay?" you asked a little shocked, "Mhm" he sniffled pressing his lips to your temple. "You weren't there" he spoke in a whisper but you could hear the fear in his voice "I walked into the room and you weren't there, I thought-".

The baby cried, hungry and bossy. You offered your boob and he latched sucking greedily, Simon caressed the patch of blonde hair on top of his head and smiled. "He's just like you" you cooed running your finger through his chubby cheek "He loves your boobs?" Simon teased you. "He's got a good appetite" you scolded him and he chuckled.

 

The day you got dismissed from the hospital came rather quickly and Simon got to put in practice everything he learned on the "car seat safety" class you both took.

The first night back home wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, Simon was right there to ensure everyone had a smooth transition into this new chaotic yet wonderful new stage on your lives turning fears into fierce protection.

(also I'm not very happy with the ending but my brain shut down and left me on my own 🥲)

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Ranger (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is trying to enjoy her vacation in the rainy forest in her cozy cabin when an unexpected heat comes on. But things turn dangerous fast and she needs the help of a local forest ranger to get out of it. But she wasn't expecting his help to include claiming her and being her true mate. Because something isn't right and her Alpha is keeping something from her...

Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, life threatening medical situation, angst

A/N: Please enjoy this first part!

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This was not an ideal situation. You’d finally done it and taken that solo vacation in the mountains. A cozy cabin in a retreat from the world. The trees had turned already and were bare but the damp, cloudy rainy day would have been perfect to curl up by the wood fireplace and get through that stack of books you’d been meaning to.

Except your heat, your heat that’d always been on schedule since you’d started having them, was three fucking weeks early. You didn’t have any medicine besides a few pain killers meant for headaches, not dangerous cramps, and the cabin only had basics meant for allergies or a cold. You needed heat suppressants soon if you didn’t want to go into a full heat. 

Which again, wasn’t an ideal situation since you didn’t have a flippin’ mate.

You could have tried to trek back to civilization through the winding dirt road but it’d taken two hours on the way in. Two hours of intense cramps? No way were you making that drive.

“Shit,” you said, walking slowly to the service room on the lower floor of the cabin where a radio at a table sat. Because of course you wanted to vacation somewhere without people, that meant no cell service either.

A rumble of cramps passed through you, warmth flaring your insides. You gritted your teeth and grabbed the radio, turning the frequency to the ranger station listed on the sheet on the table for emergencies.

“Hello, uh, forest service? I need help,” you said, closing your eyes as pain radiated up your spine. You frowned for a moment, the radio crackling. “Hello? I-”

“This is station 327, Ranger Winchester. What’s the emergency?” asked a strong, serious voice. You bit your bottom lip as you imagined he was an Alpha, your core quivering at the idea of getting a knot. “Mam? Please respond.”

“M-My heat’s early. It’s real bad and I have no medication. I-I’m in the Vrbo cabin off route 37, Mount Dusk I think it was called. I-”

“This line is for true emergencies. Your heat being a few days early and you being an unprepared Omega is not-”

“Listen asshole,” you snarled, gasping when your stomach threatened to curl in on itself. “It’s three fucking weeks early which everyone knows isn’t normal. I need a fucking heat kit, a strong one, or a fucking knot now and since I’m out here alone, all I got is your ass. So get me my shit and-FUCK!”

You dropped the radio as you bent over, falling to your knees. Something was wrong. Heat’s didn’t come on this fast, not even when you scented your true mate.

You could hear noise through the radio but your head was thrumming, your body grateful for the cold wood floor below you. It wasn’t possible to die from a heat, was it? If you let the fever go you supposed but it took days and days for that to happen and you’d only felt crappy for an hour. Yeah, you’d be just fine. This guy would bring you medicine and you’d be fine.

Right?

You blinked open your eyes when you heard glass break. Crap, you’d passed out for who knew how long. The overwhelming scent of Alpha hit you and despite the pain, you shot upright, staring at the man in the wet raincoat as he reached his hand through the broken pane and undid the lock. He froze when he saw you, his own scent shifting subtly. A hint of fear under the surface.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, raking his eyes over your sweat drenched body. He took off his backpack, pulling out a white box and a bottle of water, cautiously setting them on the ground and sliding them over to you.

“I look that bad, huh?” you said, ripping open the box and finding the medicine you needed, knocking it back with a swig of water. 

“You’re in heat and I don’t want to be accused of doing shit I didn’t,” he said. You narrowed your eyes, hand fisting in your own shirt over your stomach. That shouldn’t have been happening still. Heat medication worked instantly. “What’s-”

You fell over again, clutching your abdomen, head spinning, body going haywire at his scent.

“Please,” you whispered, finding his hard eyes. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I-I need you to-”

“I can’t.” A wracked sob slipped past your lips as something in your broke, pain flooding every single cell. You just needed a knot and it would be bearable. He muttered to himself and quickly you were in strong arms, your own wrapping around him shakily. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I’ll pay you,” you whispered, hating how that sounded but he simply carried you out in the pouring rain, the cold air helping your skin not feel so hot.

“I’m on Novi-Alpha. If I knotted you,, you’d fucking die so I’m sorry but I can’t help you like that even if I wanted to.”

“I’m gonna die from this fucking fever anyways!” you shouted as he opened the backdoor of a rugged looking jeep. 

“One’s a chance, one’s a guarantee,” he said, setting you down, your arms still clinging to him. He eyed you, forcibly grabbing your wrists and pulling them away. “You will not die, understand me? Now let me get you to a hospital.”

You reached for him but he moved away too quickly, closing the door. He ducked into the cabin to retrieve his bag before he was behind the wheel.

“Honey Dusk Hospital is aware you’re in a dangerous heat,” he said, turning the jeep around and driving down the dirt road, way faster than you had.

“Don’t kill me in a fucking car accident on the way,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut.

“This vehicle is meant for these roads, unlike your car. We’ll be on route 37 in thirty minutes, at the hospital in forty five.” You threw your head back, his musky scent filling the small space. 

“Distract me,” you breathed out. “Fuck you smell so good. If you weren’t on Novi-Alpha, I’d climb you like a fucking tree.”

“Whoa lady. Calm down-”

“Don’t lady me. We’re like the same fucking age.”

“You say fucking a lot, you realize.”

“You have your insides tearing apart and tell me you wouldn’t be cursing-” You shouted, bracing yourself against the door panel, feeling him step on the gas harder. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

“...I have an idea,” he said quietly. You flashed open your eyes, looking at his incredible scruff covered jawline, his gaze focused on the bumpy, wet road ahead. 

“What? Are you a doctor? Are-”

“No. I only know my basic medical training.” He frowned, rounding a tight corner. “It’s probably not a heat and you’re just sick.”

“I know what a heat feels like thank you very much.” You shivered violently, the ranger sighing. “What’s your name?”

“Dean Winchester. Try to rest. We’ll be there soon.”

The ranger’s suggestion to rest had, shockingly, not worked. By the time you were speeding down this small town’s streets, you were shaking so hard you literally couldn’t stop. Dean had reached back more than once as he drove with a handheld thermometer, muttering a few f-bombs to himself.

At least he wasn’t the one with a hundred and five temperature. A hundred and five and a half to be exact. You were pretty sure your heat was about to boil the fuck out of you and kill you within the next hour.

Dean said something but you didn’t hear him over your screaming. The next thing you knew he was ripping open the door and running inside a hospital with you in his arms, nearly tripping into a stretcher where a team was waiting.

“She’s fucking dying,” he said as he set you down, the team of doctors and nurses rushing you into a side room.

“You said this heat came on suddenly?” he asked Dean, someone sticking a thermometer in your ear.

“106. She’s too hot,” called out the nurse, the doctor near Dean rushing over, the team suddenly pushing you out of the room and down the hall. You were shoved through a pair of double doors into a bathroom, a silver high walled tub in the corner. 

“I got her,” said Dean, lifting you up and plunging you into an icy cold bath. You screamed as it burned your fiery skin, his hands on your shoulders forcing you to stay inside. “Look at me. Look at me.”

You couldn’t get the words out, taking in his green emerald eyes for the first time. His scent was still all around you, pine trees and vanilla beans, a cozy campfire and aged whiskey, fresh tobacco and soft linen. Your brain went fuzzy, blood pumping in your ears, thrumming in time with your heart. Was it getting slower? Your eyes were getting heavier, that was for sure. 

But he smelled so pretty, so…homey. Rugged. Yours.

“We’re losing her!” someone shouted, just as one last image of his concerned face crossed your mind.

You felt strangely…blissed out when you woke. Satisfied, like you were after being on the receiving end of a knot but also relaxed and floaty, like when you finished a heat. It wasn’t exactly a problem your heat had passed but you remembered a whole lot of pain and a high fever which wasn’t normal. 

So what the fuck had happened?

You stretched in bed and sat up, a doctor in a white coat stepping into the room with a smile.

“Y/N! Glad to see you awake. It’s been a few hours. How are you feeling?” he asked, gently taking your wrist and checking your pulse. 

“Uh, pretty good actually. I take it my heat’s gone?” He hummed, raising your arm up, feeling under your armpit.

“Yes. There’s not many cases a year but some Omegas do unfortunately have a negative reaction.” The doctor put two fingers to your bonding gland on your neck, your eyes narrowing. Why would he be feeling that? 

“What are you doing?” you asked as he pulled them back, glancing at a monitor. 

“Just checking your bond is healing.” You stared at him, the doctor glancing down with a sigh. “You don’t remember, do you? What happened before you passed out in the tub?”

“I remember being dumped in ice cold water and a whole lot of people shouting but that’s it.” 

“You didn’t pass out immediately. We determined while you were on the way here that your heat was triggered by the fact you came into contact with your true mate. Ordinarily, you would have picked up on this yourselves but your Alpha is on medication that has strong side effects. Namely, he was only vaguely aware of who you were through scent but there was no desire to mate as would be the norm. For you, unfortunately there is no recognition on a level that you’re aware of. You understandably would not know you went into heat early because of your true mate.”

You reached a hand up to your bonding gland, wide eyed when you felt…something. You flew out of bed, the doctor trying to stop you but you were quickly in the small bathroom, staring in the mirror.

“What the fuck is that!” you shouted. On your neck was a fresh, pink, bite mark. Someone had fucking claimed you. You angrily spun around, the doctor holding up his hands. “What kind of hospital is this! I’m suing the fuck out of you and this whole place!”

You caught a whiff of something…delectable, an Alpha’s scent somewhere close by. It calmed you, ever so briefly, the doctor sighing. 

“The man that brought you in-”

“The ranger guy.”

“Yes he…well he…there’s no easy way to say this. He is your true mate. Ordinarily we would have used medication to mimic your true mate’s scent but seeing as he was there…when he was told he would be able to claim…” he said as you stalked out, eye twitching. “We were losing you and receiving a claim bite from your true mate was the fastest way to bring your fever down. In emergency situations, true mates are allowed to make medical choice for you if you’re unable-”

“He wasn’t my mate then,” you growled.

“Physically, no but on a metaphysical level, yes. Frankly, the health of my patient, you, is all I care about. We’d like to observe you a few more hours before discharging.” You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes.

“So my heat is magically gone and some random dude hanging out in the hall is now my Alpha?” 

“That’s the more blunt way of putting it. We’ll send home medication to suppress your urges to mate physically. Your Alpha will be unable to knot you until he has completed his Novi-Alpha prescription.” 

“And when will that be?” you asked, tilting your head. The doctor frowned. “When?”

“...You don’t know what Novi-Alpha is prescribed for, do you. That is a discussion for you and your Alpha.” You wanted to argue but he lifted his chin. “Please let me finish my examination and determine if your heat had any consequences.”

Three hours later they finally let you leave, a white baggie in hand that held a bottle of pills you were to take once a week for the foreseeable future. There were well over a hundred inside which made you more than queasy.

What the fuck was Novi-Alpha and why did a guy that looked more than healthy need to be on it?

You frowned when you stepped outside under the covered front entrance, the ranger standing from where he sat on a bench. 

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?” 

“I didn’t give you permission to claim me.” His scent shifted, an edge to it you didn’t like. He narrowed his eyes, a frown growing on his otherwise handsome face. “Oh, don’t you start on that we’re true mates shit. You didn’t ask for my consent.”

“Excuse me but you were the one begging for it,” he quipped back. He took a few steps away like he was heading for the sidewalk, suddenly turning on a dime and getting in your face. He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw. “You don’t feel…this and I get that it’s my fault. I barely feel it myself. And I frankly don’t care about your consent. My mate was five minutes away from death.”

“Oh, I did not sign up for some toxic asshole,” you said, shaking your head. You took a step, Dean grabbing your wrist. He looked ready to snarl, lip curling up. 

“True mates are never, ever bad mates. Stop hating me for saving you.”

“I don’t even fucking know you. This whole situation is your damn fault in the first place.” He twitched his eye, yanking on your arm so you stepped forward. “Get off, ass-”

“I am your Alpha and I’m taking you home,” he said, tugging you along after him, your feet cold on the wet ground, socks already soaked through. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you growled. Dean whipped around and in a second, you were tossed over his shoulder. “Dean! Put me down!”

“You’ll wear yourself out if you don’t calm down.” You growled, punching his back twice. You raised your fist again but felt dizzy, your hands instead gripping him tightly. “Did you listen to the doctors at all? You need to take it easy.”

“Just take me to my cabin,” you grumbled. He didn’t speak again, only grunted once when he opened the passenger door of his truck to slide you inside. You were too tired to deal with this crap. You’d go back to the cabin, sleep for a solid twelve hours and figure out this mate crap tomorrow. 

The roads were unfamiliar as Dean drove in silence, winding and twisting as he drove away from town and off a small road. It was a gravel road unlike the one to your cabin but you perked up when you saw a cabin in a small clearing after only a few minutes. 

“Uh, that’s not my cabin,” you said. Dean put the truck in park, turning it off. “I was out on Mount-”

“This is my house…our house,” he mumbled the last part. You shook your head at him, Dean rolling his eyes. “You need rest, not to sit in a car for hours. I’ll get your shit from that rental and bring it here. We’ll figure out the rest of your crap from wherever you’re from later.”

“Excuse me? We’re mates, as much as that appalls me. We make decisions like where to live together. I have a job, a life-”

“We live here. End of discussion,” he growled. His scent was raw, twitchy. There was no room for arguing. You were ready to fight back but you forced yourself to calm down. He was your true mate and as much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. True mates were never bad to one another. He wouldn’t harm you but good god was this guy protective. 

You frowned when he held up a finger to you and got out. He threw up his hood, rain coming down harder. In a flash he was at your door, picking you up bridal style and rushing you over to a covered porch. He set you down to unlock the door, flipping a light switch before he stepped back. You walked past him, surprised to find the cabin quite spacious and modern.

He disappeared behind you, returning with your white paper bag, now wet. His boots were removed and you peeled off your soaked through socks, following him slowly as he went to the open kitchen area on the right. The bag was set down, Dean moving to his fridge and taking a few things out.

It was open concept, kitchen on the right, living room on the left, a dining table in the front by the windows. There was a hallway in the back and one off the kitchen, probably leading to bedrooms and a garage. A large fireplace was nestled in the corner of the living room and you saw Dean cross into your vision, going to it to toss in a few logs. 

Honestly, it was nicer than your rental had been.

Once he had a fire going, he turned back to where you stood on the front rug, water dripping off of you. His lips pressed into a thin line, looking you up and down not like an Alpha would his Omega. No, he was being very clear. 

You were the stray that’d followed him home he hadn’t wanted. 

“I don’t have to be here,” you said when he approached, staring up at his dark eyes. “This isn’t normal. We’re supposed to be all over each other and clearly we’re not. We-”

“There’s a stew going on the stove. It’ll be ready in an hour. Just leave it alone.” He put a hand on the small of your back, walking you down to the back hall, motioning you to the last door on the left. He flipped on a light, cascading you into a cozy bedroom with soft white bedding and a dark green flannel blanket on top. 

He cleared his throat and went to a closet, pulling out a few pieces including a t shirt, hoodie, sweatpants and pair of boxer briefs. 

“You should warm up in the shower. Bathroom is right there. The laundry room is on the other side of the house, near the kitchen and garage. It’s coming down harder so it’ll take me a few hours to get to the rental and back here. You should-”

“Take it easy. Yeah, I got that.” He nodded, pausing at the bedroom door with his back to you. 

“If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve it.” You quirked your eyebrow up.

“You’re my Alpha. We’re soulmates. I guess this is supposed to happen.” He was still, the air thick. “I…listen I know I was…I wish I’d been aware of what I’d been saying but…”

He smelled tense, his hand in a tight fist by his side. What the fuck was up with this guy?

“Whether we like it or not, we’re mates,” you said gently. “When you get off that medicine, it’ll feel different-”

“I can never get off it and I can never knot you. You’ll never feel a damn thing for me.” Then he was gone, tearing down the hall and out the front door before you could even move. 

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine that he was right. 

Your feet moved on autopilot to the bathroom, stripping out of the wet clothes and standing in front of the nicely tiled shower. In seconds you were under hot water, cascading down your back, through your hair. Fingers reached up to your neck, rubbing over your bond.

There were no sparks or flurry in your veins. You were supposed to be able to feel Dean, feel your connection, feel his soul.

But there was nothing. All you felt was empty.

You couldn’t feel the other part of your soul and he blamed himself.

“Fuck that,” you said, quickly finishing and getting dressed in the clothes aside from the sweatpants that were too long.

You found his computer in one of the spare bedrooms, stealing it along with a notepad and pen. Out in the kitchen, you settled into a seat at the island and drew a line down the middle of the pad. One side for information about Dean, the other Novi-Alpha.

With a quick stretch, you cracked open the laptop and got to work.

Three Hours Later

It was dark by the time headlights flashed through the front windows. The computer said it was just after six thirty and you knew you were about thirty seconds away from an argument. Ah, what a wonderful way to spend your first night with your Alpha.

Out of view you heard the door leading from the garage to the house crack open, wet boots against the tile in the mudroom. 

“I’m back!” he called from around the corner. “We’ll unpack your stuff tomorrow. How was…”

Your eyes darted over to the hallway he exited from, his socked feet padding his footfalls on the woode floors that covered the rest of the house. He stared at where you had his laptop, a charger plugged into the side of the island, a stack of papers next to you, your notepad, pen, three different highlighters and a cup of coffee.

“Are…are you working?” He asked, face souring. “You should be resting. I thought you were here on vacation anyways.”

“I am and this isn’t work related.” He narrowed his eyes, not saying anything as he went to the sink on the other side of the island to wash up. 

“Did you eat yet?” You shook your head, typing some more. A heavy sigh left him. He went to a cabinet, pulling out two large bowls. “You really should have eaten something. You nearly died this morning. Your school project can wait.”

“I’m not in college,” you said, jotting down a few more notes before you saved what you’d been working on and signed out of your account. You closed the screen, watching water trail down from his wet hair and soaking his shirt collar. “Why are you wet?”

“Because there’s a thunderstorm outside. It rains here most days,” he said dryly, giving you a side glare as he walked the two bowls of stew over to the kitchen table. You cocked your head at him as you got up, Dean quickly retrieving utensils. “What?”

“You parked in the garage just now and my cabin was far enough away that you’d be dry. Where’d you stop on the way back?” He slammed the drawer shut, eye twitching. “Strike a nerve?”

“I asked you to do one thing. One thing. Rest. And y-you’re writing a research paper or some crap? Sit down and eat your damn dinner.” You would have told him off but truth be told, you were starving a bit. You took your bowl and moved it to the seat across from his, Dean angrily setting down a spoon. A few moments later, a large glass of water was in front of you and he had a bottle of beer on his placemat. Dean sat with a loud thud, shoveling a large spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Why are you wet?” you asked again, crossing your arms. 

“Why does it matter? Fucking eat.” You leaned back, Dean dropping his spoon in the bowl. “Really? This is how it’s gonna be? I’ve been nothing but nice-”

“If this is you nice then I’d hate to see you mean.” You raised your chin, picking up the spoon. “I’ve always heard alpha’s protective instincts are unmatched. You can barely feel whatever this bond is and you’re so worked up-”

“I almost watched you die today.” You closed your eyes and sighed. A small noise made you open your eyes, Dean sliding a small white box over to you. You frowned, lips parting when you saw the newest iPhone inside. “I got you a phone on the account your other one was in your pocket when you took your artic dip. I rushed to the store before they closed. That is why I’m wet. I’d never want you to feel like you’re trapped here, especially when you can’t feel our ‘whatever bond.’”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. You ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the rain on the roof, the clanking of spoons and the quiet thrum of a soft rock station in the living room.

He seemed…stressed. Maybe you should wait for the morning to bring up what you’d found.

But you didn’t get the chance when he picked up and glanced at your notepad. Green eyes scanned over the pages before he gathered up everything you’d been working on.

And tossed it straight into the fireplace.

“Hey!” you shouted, rushing over as he stopped you in your tracks. He leered down, eyes dark. “That was-”

“You will delete everything you saved on that computer. Now.”

“You can’t-” He gripped your arm tight, so hard he was shaking it.

“Do it or I will make your life hell.” He released you, spinning you around towards the computer. You didn’t believe he’d hurt you. True mates were incapable of it. But you didn’t want to tempt him anymore than you already had.

Ten minutes later, your backup was gone and after a through examination by Dean, he took the computer and tossed it into the fireplace as well.

“I know you have questions,” he said quietly, back to you as the flames danced around the melting device. “I never should have gone hiking this morning. You caught my scent in the wind and-”

“Why would you go hiking in the pouring rain? It was raining this morning too. I had my coffee under the covered porch but it was coming down like bullets. No one would be out there willingly.” He turned and faced you, eyes roaming over your body, stuck on how his boxer briefs molded to your legs.

“In another life, we could have been happy. I would have given you everything you asked for. But not this one. I will keep you safe but that is all we are. We don’t get our happy ever after until we’re both dead.”

You swallowed, stepping into the living room, stopping a few feet away. “You hurt my arm just now.”

“I know,” he said, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again as long as you don’t do stupid things.”

You were getting angry again, Dean holding up his hands. “Stupid shit like try to know my new Alpha who just left me all alone? Sorry for trying to look up your damn social media. Asshole.”

Dean dropped his hands and went back to the fireplace, poking the computer with a poker, shaking his head.

“The more in the dark you are-”

“I’m a corporate forensic analyst, Dean,” you said, Dean’s shoulders stiffening. “Those notes on the computer? In that pad? Those articles? You can burn them all but it’s in my head. I don’t need the internet anymore to figure out what’s going on.”

“And what does your analysis tell you?” he grit out.

“Novi-Alpha is a cancer medication specifically for Alphas. But you don’t have it and never have. So why would an otherwise healthy Alpha take it? Well, it apparently has other uses that the public doesn’t know about…if you’re willing to live with the side effects. Side effects like knotting becoming a deadly activity to the person on the receiving end. The inability to feel your mate. Scent changes. And my personal favorite, if taken without the binding agent that’s given for cancer treatment, it changes your DNA coding without changing your DNA. Apparently law enforcement doesn’t want that news to get out there because it’s a bitch to catch people if they find out they can change their DNA on tests.”

You grabbed his arm and made him face you, a loud crack of thunder echoing in the room. Dean breathed calmly, eyes finding yours.

“Why are you taking medicine to change your DNA?”

“Because I did something bad, Y/N.” He got closer, pressing his chest to yours, forcing you to tilt your head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Fingers brushed over your cheek, thumb swiping over the curve of it slowly. “Because your true mate is a monster. And once you know the truth, you’ll want to run away…and I don’t think I’m strong enough to let you go.”

The air was thick with his scent, dark yet pleasant. Painful even. You leaned into his touch, Dean’s green eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Novi-Alpha prevents Omegas from feeling their true mate. But I know you feel me.” You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “You have to tell me the truth eventually.”

“No I don’t,” he whispered. 

“You’ll tell me,” you said, opening your eyes, Dean’s hand sliding down to your mark. “Because I’m in danger if you don’t.”

He shook his head, pulling away from you. “Don’t pull that crap, Y/N. You’re safer not knowing.”

“Right. That’s why you burned everything just now.” He looked up, like someone else would magically tell him what to do. “You need to protect me. It’s your job. So you have to tell me the truth, Alpha. You have to.”

He laughed quietly, running a hand through his damp hair. “Using my title to get what you want. Manipulative. Maybe you were meant for me.”

“Dean-”

“The Ranger.” You raised your eyebrows at him, Dean wandering to the dark window.

“Uh, what? This is because you’re a forest ranger?” He laughed again, crossing his arms.

“No. I do that because…it’s a pretty isolated job. Small town work.” He looked to his right, a sad smile on his face. “The Ranger. That was my name when I had a different job.”

“That’s not a name…” you said, Dean shrugging. “What’d you do when you were The Ranger?”

He smirked, meeting your curious gaze. “Have you ever killed anyone?” 

He slowly stalked back to you, tilting his head. He leaned in close, glancing at your lips. “N-No, can’t say I have.”

“Ever kill an animal?”

“I hit a squirrel with my car once. I cried all night for that.” Dean rested his forehead against yours, his scent rolling off of him in powerful waves. “D-Do you hunt animals?”

“No.” He brushed his lips to the shell of your ear, his pulse strangely calm. “Now people, that’s a different story.”

_______

A/N: Read Part 2 here!

[takenbypeter]

Hi! Could you write a Hank McCoy x Reader fic with one of these dialogue prompts? (Whatever you feel like)

5. "God, you always make me blush so damn much." (Nicholas Hoult is always blushing so I thought it would be nice if Hank did as well)

23. "Wait...are you making pancakes? Can I help?" (He seems like the type of person who cooks)

25. "Have you been drinking enough water?" (He is a doctor)

I'm pretty sure I read every fic with him in this site and I want more.😂

Doctor’s Orders

Hank McCoy x reader

Number 25: “Have you been drinking enough water?”

(Reader is AFAB)

Hehe I couldn't decide so I did all of them, sorry it took so long, I went through like a no writing phase but I think I'm slowly returning

Sometimes you hated having a uterus. More specifically you hated it when it was that time of the month. How you hated even being born whenever that time hit and of course that was today. 

Instead of listening to your body and wallowing in pain as the cramps hit hard that morning, practically almost making you spit up your dinner from the night before, you put on your adult shoes and chose to be productive around the X-mansion as you usually did. 

Most days weren’t so bad, you’d help with the younger level kids here and there before you did some of your own training but today? Today they were rowdy for whatever reason, maybe the weather, all you knew was that you wanted this week to be done already. 

You tried your hardest to just be there, be present as you seemed to be running around all day at different peoples beck and call when all you really wanted to do was curl up and scream but of course that wasn’t like you. So you had to plaster a fake customer smile. But you could even barely do that anymore as halfway through the day you decided your body couldn’t take it anymore. So you went to the one place you knew no one would bother you. 

The labs. 

Most of the time it was just Hank in the labs and you of course didn’t want to bother him when he may be working but then again he was your boyfriend and you were in a lot of pain. So you went. 

You entered his labs slowly and peeking around the entrance, you saw that luckily he wasn’t dealing with any chemicals at the moment. 

“Thank god you’re working,” when he worked that meant everyone knew not to disturb him, well everyone but apparently you. 

His arms set down whatever thingamabob was in his hands, “please come in why don’t you?”

You did realize it was rude, “sorry,” you mumbled out as you backed up into the nearest corner and squatted down. With your knees to your stomach you instantly felt better even if only just a little. 

With your head tucked into your legs you could just feel the strange sight he most certainly had on you. “Don’t mind me…” you breathed as a big cramp just made its way, “just go about your way, I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“If you think I’m going to be able to focus while you’re scrunched up in the corner like that you’re absolutely crazy.”

“I’m fine,” you said, your voice muffled.

You didn’t see it but you could tell Hank was staring at you. But he was staring at you not with disbelief more with worry. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

“Nothing just got my period this morning, I’ll be fine.” Typically this only happened to you on maybe the first two days and usually you just toughed it out.

Suddenly an overwhelming cramp could be felt in your lower stomach area, you groaned as you leaned forward, your knees now against the floor with your forehead touching the floor “…just give me a moment,” you said, refusing to move from that spot with your arms clutching your body. 

“Have you been drinking enough water?”

Ugh. That question wouldn’t have annoyed you if the answer was yes. But it’s not your fault everyone seemed to need your help left and right. 

“Maybe half a bottle so far,” you said. 

His mouth drops, “that’s not nearly enough.”

“Yeah yeah, thank you doctor,” you cut off, still hurting.  

You don’t pay mind to the noise you hear shuffling before you see a bottle being held out towards you. 

You reach out, taking it with a thanks. “Wait here,” he commands before he turns around. Not like I have much choice, you thought as you closed your eyes again feeling a little bit better as the cramps randomly subside for a moment. 

Pretty soon you hear Hank’s footsteps come back and you begin to hear shuffling beside you. Curious, you open your eyes and watch as he sets down a blanket beside you. Then a makeshift pillow made out of a jacket. 

He didn’t even have to say anything and you moved there willingly. You didn’t care that the floor was hard underneath, you were just glad to lie down somewhere. 

While you lay there on your side feeling like garbage he hands you a warm heating pad which you gladly take and he moves the water bottle closer to you before he takes another blanket and covers you with it. 

“Drink your water and let your body take a break,” he adds. 

Once he makes sure you’re all settled his eyes catch yours as you lay with a smile on your face. 

“What?”

“You love me,” you sing-song almost like a kid would. 

Although a grin starts to tug at one of the corners of his lips he reaches out dragging his hand down your face closing your eyes in the process as you would a departed person. 

“Get some rest.”

Your eyes open again as you watch him leave your side to return back to his work. ‘He loves me,’ you teased once again in thought as you snuggled with the blanket and heating pad.

~

Dialogue Prompt #2

[stiffyck]

(Considering the Hotguy cramps post, sorry if Mumbo’s voice is off slightly. I’ll be the first to admit I don’t watch his videos all that often)

Mumbo’s eyes snapped open as they hit the ground. They’d been closed in the first place due to the wind- that came from being carried by the city’s local hero Hotguy. Who was carrying him because there had just been a charged creeper explosion that shaken his office building. He was pretty sure it was just shaken, granted it wasn’t certain. Hopefully it was just shaken, but then that raised the question of why he’d been rescued. His heart was still racing and his feet hit the ground so he had to focus on getting his legs to stand instead of the likely imminent danger he’d just been in.

He zoned back in to actually looking around as the arms holding him released. Hotguy stepped back, before grumbling slightly as he grasped the side of his stomach. The hero bent forward slightly to support his free hand on his knee. And oh, maybe there was quite the danger earlier and Hotguy took the majority of the pain. No, he wasn’t hurt any so it was all.

“Are… are you alright?” He asked, leaning slightly forward with a hand raised tentatively. Hotguy responded by holding a finger up, making further pained noises. Mumbo lowered his hand, staring with increasing concern. By the time Hotguy managed to reply in words he was certain that his brows had become stuck in the pinched position.

“Please just give me a moment. My uterus has decided to cramp. Just have to wait for it to stop.” Hotguy said, giving a slight thumbs up. Mumbo stood there wringing his hands. He didn’t really know how to respond there, maybe say he was sorry?

When he opened his mouth to do so, Hotguy yet again motioned for him to wait. There were a good few dozen seconds of silence before Hotguy pat his knees and stood up fully with a surpassingly quick snap.

“Sorry about that! It likes to mutiny. Right, okay. Are you hurt? Alright? Do you need something?” Hotguy said, grinning- even if it looked slightly pained. Mumbo blinked a couple times before responding.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Umm, I’m sorry about the uterus mutiny?” He said.

“Oh well that’s great! And I know it’s a real bother.” Hotguy said, placing a hand on his chest before continuing in a far more dramatized tone, “Such a horrible betrayal, however will I trust one of my organs again? Will they all follow suit? And then what would happen if I’m out of commission, unable to save fine folks such as yourself? Truly it’s the greatest villain ever seen!”

Mumbo chuckled slightly at the theatrics. Hotguy looked at him grinning. It was a simple coincidence that Mumbo had to readjust the ends of his sleeves at that exact moment.

“Well, I’ll be off then. Stay safe and have a good day!” Hotguy cheered, waving as long mechanical wings unfolded from his suit.

“Yup! Goodbye!” Mumbo said, waving slightly as the hero took off into the sky.

Once he was certain he was out of Hotguys’ line of sight he placed his head in his hands and grumbled slightly. His face felt hot, according to his friends he’d always had a fairly visible blush. So he was definitely visibly blushing now. Hopefully it had only appeared now, and not when Hotguy was standing there.

At least his heart was racing for a different reason than earlier. He could handle being flustered far better than the fact that his office may have been destroyed by a charged creeper. And, his office had nearly been destroyed by a charged creeper if it wasn’t actually destroyed. That was a problem. A very big problem.

He decided to focus more on the sound Hotguys’ voice as he began to walk home.

FUCKING SOBBING /POS OH MY GOD

THIS IS THE GREATEST THING IVE EVER SEEN DKVKFKGKS THANK YOU THIS WAS THE BEST THING TO WAKE UP TO

[wooahaes]

attentive care

pairing: non-idol!felix x gn!reader [reader has a uterus]

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: menstruation tw (mentions of cramps/blood/cravings)!! intentional lowercase, no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: my mind rn is rly just felix felix felix rn huh. this probably isnt great but im soft for him rn

there were plenty of upsides to having lazy saturdays in. one of those was waking up to your sleeping face.

felix had woken up before you did for once, and just laid beside you as he watched you sleep. the tiny furrow of your brow, the quiet moan of pain... at first he hadn’t quite caught it, too asleep to fully process anything other than the growing want to kiss your cute, sleepy face...

and then it kind of clicked why all of this felt so familiar. “honey,” he croaked, voice still laced with sleep, and nudged you. “you okay?”

you stirred, only to bury your face into his shoulder with a whimper. another readjustment, and you mumbled out a “lix...” into his t-shirt.

“it’s okay,” he said, unwinding his arms from you. “i’ll make whatever you want later, yeah?”

“i don’t wanna get up.”

felix almost laughed at your whine, ever so endeared by you. “that’s fine,” he said. “i’ll let you wash the blood out of the sheets them--”

another groan and you pushed yourself up, hovering over him for a moment with a pout. “you better be ready to cuddle me when i come back.”

that time he did laugh, watching you crawl out of bed and head toward the bathroom. he curled up a little tighter, already mentally running through different recipes. he knew your craving for sweets would need to be satiated (you’d always say you wanted sweets, but felix, with two sisters, always thought you needed them because he never understood how a person could bleed every month or so and not need a little something sweet to get them through their day), and he was more than ready to bake something for you once he had a chance to run to the store. but if you wanted cuddles, then who was he to deny you of that?

you returned to the bedroom, more awake than before. the moment he let out a high-pitched “jagiya~” he could see the way you rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. his range never failed to amuse you. “come cuddle,” he cooed in that same high pitched voice, trying to earn a real smile from you as he reached toward you with grabby hands. “jagiya!”

and sure enough, he could see you turn away for just a moment to hide a smile from him. “god, i hate your range.”

he giggled, pulling you happily back into his arms. “did you take medicine?” when you hummed, he cuddled closer to you. “good. you should think about what you want me to bake for you later.”

“you don’t have to do that, you know,” you shut your eyes, feeling felix’s forehead as it fell into the back of your shoulder. “i’ll be okay.”

“honey?”

and you let out a sigh, knowing that felix knew you a little too well now. “i’ll think about it,” you pouted. “you spoil me.”

“you’re in pain,” he said, “the least i could do is give you something sweet.”

and your friends benefit from it, too, you wanted to say. you knew he’d make extra and deliver those to his friends. plus...even if you didn’t want a ton of sweets, you knew felix liked feeling useful. if not sweets, then you’d let him make dinner even though it was your night to cook. at the very least, you’d let him help. it made him happy, and seeing him happy always made you happier in return (and maybe it’d make you want to kiss that cute smile, too).

“baby?” he said, hot breath hitting your skin as he spoke in a lower voice. you could feel it rumble in his chest. “i love you.”

cuddling further into his warm embrace, you let out a blissful sigh. “i love you, too.”

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[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Simon “Ghost” Riley x (Chubby) Reader (Comfort)

Alright guys I’m back and ready to rock and roll. I have been MIA due to a death in the family and some other things going on in my life. This fic was requested by @igottabouncebounceinsideurbixh​ and I truly hope you like it. This is going to be a comfort fic, but if y’all want something raunchy y’all know to message me or ask. Without further hindrance of this fic I present to you Simon “Ghost” Riley being a caring loving man that we all know he is deep down inside. Warnings: PCOS symptoms, Talk of Panic Attack and Some Sexual Talk/Situations! I do not own Modern Warfare or any of the characters!

The day was getting worse by the minute as you felt the pain in your lower abdomen. You had been stressing about your condition for years now after you had joined Task Force 141 to be their hacker when the need arose. Price had specifically asked for you since you were the daughter of his Captain back in the day. That's right you were Captain MacMillan’s one and only child, and when Price had asked you to join them as their hacker you couldn’t turn him down which your father beamed with pride when you had told him.

Now though you weren’t sure this was going to work. The basic training that you did barely helped you lose any weight, and you were sure that your condition wasn’t going to do you any favors either. The condition you suffer from is PCOS which stands for Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. Your periods were never regular. The cyst when they ruptured were so painful they had to prescribe pain meds, and the weight you wanted to lose just would not go away. No matter how hard you trained with Soap or Gaz to help lose it it just stayed. 

Even when you changed your diet it still wouldn’t go away. You were nervously wringing your hands as you felt a panic attack coming on. Soap made you jump when he put his hand on your shoulder. “Lass, are ye’ okay? Yer white as a ghost”, he said. “I’m fine, just a little twinge in my side. Must be from the workout. “Well me and Gaz are going to run a couple miles if you want to hang back”, he motioned to Gaz as he stretched for the run. “I think I might go sit down for a minute”, you agreed. 

With a wave and grin from Soap they set off leaving you to relax for a minute, but relaxing would have to wait. Pain in your abdomen almost sent you to the ground as you swayed. You started to walk back to the barracks when another wave of pain took you to your knees. You could hear someone calling to you, but with the amount of pain you couldn’t make out who it was. Another cramp sent you all the way to the ground curling into a ball. A figure blocked out the sun casting a shadow over you.

When you looked up Ghost was starting to kneel down. “Easy dove I’ve got you. Gonna’ take you to the infirmary a'ight”, he soothed. He scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing and started walking to the infirmary. “Ghost”, you sobbed as another wave of pain hit. “I know love jus’ hang in there”, he hummed. As he walked he noticed all the men staring at you. “What the bloody ‘ell are you lot lookin’ at! Get back to mindin’ your own bloody business!”, he yelled out. Within moments all eyes averted and got back to doing what they were doing before. 

You flinched as another wave of pain washed through your abdomen, and when Ghost’s eyes met yours he seemed to be in pain just like you. “Ghost what happened”, the female doctor asked. “She collapsed and seems to be in a lot of pain. It’s gotta be her condition”, Ghost answered. You let out another sob as the pain seemed to get worse. Within moments the Doctor had you in a private room and checked you over. “Well it seems that several cysts have ruptured, and I’m going to give you some pain medication to last you a couple days. I don’t want you doing any exercising or heavy lifting, or having sex until you feel better”, the doctor rattled off. Ghost sat in the chair beside you and nodded along with what the doctor was saying.

Doc prescribed you some pills, and made you take two of them while she was there to help get you some relief. “Now these pills make her dizzy and extremely tired. Keep an eye on her the next couple days”, she told Ghost knowing he would follow her instructions to the T. Once you had your discharge papers Ghost helped you to your room. He helped you sit down on the bed as the pain medication worked its way through your system. 

“Love, I want you to change and rest like the doctor ordered”, he told you. “Pass me tha’ shirt ova there”, you slurred as the drugs started taking their toll. He let out a small laugh as he grabbed a shirt then realized it was one of his. “Ya stole one of my shirts?” Ghost asked bemused. “It was warm and smelled like you”, you giggled until pain made you stop. “I ‘ave a couple more things I need to get done today, but I’ll be in to check on ya throughout the rest a the day”, he smiled underneath his mask. 

You stood to take off your clothes leaving you bare in front of him. You tried to hide your body as you pulled his shirt over your body. “Love you don’t need to be so self conscious I love you no matter what”, he admitted. “I’m not fit like you are. I’m fat”, you responded. “Enough of that love, besides I would be concerned if you were fit like me cuz then you would probably be a man”, he huffed a laugh. It got you to smile as he stepped up to you pulling you in close, lifting up his mask and kissed you. 

He helped you lie back down and he pulled the covers over you as the drugs made you fall asleep. Kissing your temple he pushed some hair that had fallen behind your ear. You mumbled his name and he smiled, pulling his mask back down and heading out to finish his day. By the time he got done it was late, and he knew that you wouldn’t have been able to go to the mess to get you some food. He went in and quickly filled two plates with

 Food then took off for your room.

When he opened the door you were sitting against the wall your bed was against hugging a pillow and crying. He locked the door then sat the food down walking over and pulling you to him. You buried your head into his neck sobbed as he held you and whispered soothingly to you. When you pulled away he watched you carefully. “I hate my body, it's ugly, fat and so broken”, you criticized. ‘

“No, don't ever say that love. Your body is fine the way it is. So what you have love handles. Means I have something to grab hold of when I rail you into the mattress or to hold you close to me. Or these thick thighs when they squeeze my head when I eat you out. Or these soft breasts that make the world's greatest pillows or something fun to play with. This is the body of a woman, not a girl. A strong woman who has a place on this team, and if anybody doubts that I’ll beat em to a bloody pulp”, he smiled as his hands wandered over your body. 

“I just feel like no matter what I do I can't lose weight”, you sniffle. “It’s alright love. We are all made different”, he told you. “Yeah but you could have a skinny fit girl in your bed instead of this”, you gestured to your body. “But I chose you, not some slag that couldn’t do the things you do. I will always choose you love”, he caressed your face. “Then why have you never told me your real name or shown me your face?”, you questioned. “I thought ya woulda hacked that information already”, he said. “Never I respected you too much”, you smiled. 

“My real name is Simon Riley”, he relayed. “Simon”, you breathed. His eyes snapped to yours when you said his name so softly. His eyes were hooded as he watched you think it over. “The name suits you”, you told him. He hesitated as he thought over revealing his face. “You don’t have to show me your face. Your name is enough”, you said, reaching up to caress his mask-covered face. He seemed to relax some as he stood up turning to grab the food. Maybe you had pushed a boundary by asking about showing his face.

“I brought you a plate you need to eat and I don’t want to hear it will make you fat. Your body needs carbs and protein to function”, he scolded before you could protest. He pulled his mask up to his nose and waited for you to start eating before he did. This is how it had been when he found out you were starving yourself when you first arrived. After that he would bring food to your room and make sure that you ate. That's how you had fallen for him not his physique although that was an added bonus, but his caring nature under the hardened exterior he built around himself. 

Ghost or Simon was telling you about early missions with Soap when Graves had betrayed them. “He was shaky so I started tellin jokes to help ease him”, he relayed. “What kind of jokes”, you interrupted. He watched you for a moment before he sighed heavily. “Two goldfish are in a tank. One turns to the other and says you know how to drive this thing”, he said. You giggled and twitched when the pain started coming back. “You need another pill, love. Hold on I’ll get it”, he told you as he grabbed the bottle. 

“You got any more jokes?”, you inquired. He shook his head but answered, “Yeah I do”. “Well let me hear 'em”, you beamed. “Why don’t blind guys skydive?”, he said. You shrugged when nothing came to mind. “It scares the shit outta their dogs”, he finished. You giggled as you told him how awful but cute they were. You took the pills without hesitation, and sat back as he continued telling you about his time in Las Almas. Once he was done he noticed how your eyes started drooping, and knew you needed to sleep. 

“Will you stay with me tonight”, you yawned. He looked towards the door then shrugged, pulling his shirt off over his head and grabbing a pair of gray sweats he kept here for this reason. You watched as his muscles moved under his skin and how some of his scars caught the light. You groaned when he pulled his sweats up, giving you a full look at his ass. You have seen it a hundred times now, but it never fails to make you almost drool all over yourself. He chuckled when he heard you groan, “Doc said no sex until you feel better love”. 

“I just think she is jealous and wants you…. All to herself”, you yawn as the meds start to kick in. He moves into bed beside you and you curl into his side. As he sat there he kept replaying the words in his head of you asking to see his face. “Love, remember when you asked to see my face?”, he proposed. “Mhm”, you mumbled. “You can remove my mask if you want to. I trust you”, he answered. This had you shooting up beside him as you just looked into his brown eyes. “ Are you sure I mean I don’t want to overstep a boundary? I don’t want you to feel pressured into it…”, you rambled until he took your hands into his own. The heartbeat in your ears was deafening as he slowly put your hands on the bottom of his mask. You just sat there staring wide eyed unsure of yourself. “It’s alright love I chose you for a reason. I trust you”, he declared. 

You slowly lifted the mask in case he changed his mind until it slipped past his eyes and all the way off. You gasped and his eyes flickered open to see you smiling as you ran your fingers over his nose and cheekbone. “You have light brown hair”, you whispered as you combed his hair with your fingers. “Well Soap was definitely wrong”, you said caressing his face. “Wrong about what”, he said leaning into your touch. “That you were ugly under that mask. You're absolutely the most handsome man I have ever laid my eyes on”, you whispered as you leaned in to kiss him.

After a few moments you pulled away to place kisses all over his face and down his neck until he grabbed your arms pulling you to him. “What if I had an ugly mug under this mask?”, he asked in seriousness. “It wouldn’t have mattered. I chose you for a reason just as you chose me for a reason. Looks aren’t everything”, you admitted going in for another kiss. He pushed you away slowly even though he was enjoying it if the tent in his gray sweats were any indication. “It's time to rest, love. Doctors orders. We can do this another time when you're not in pain or high on painkillers”, he grinned as you pouted. 

“Fine but as soon as I’m not on pain meds or in pain I want you just like this”, you said nuzzling into him. “Just like what”, he said. “With your mask off under me as I ride you”, you slurred as sleep started to set in. “Bloody ell woman, I need to sleep too ," he chuckled. “Love you” you yawned. “Love you to dove”, he whispered. Within moments you were asleep and his mind drifted to his purchase a couple of days ago. The velvet box nestled in his tac pants right now was all he could think about. He would ask you when you were off the painkillers. Maybe after you made good on your promise of riding him he would get down on his knee and ask you to choose him again as he had chosen you.

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[mortyvongola2-0]

Period Pains

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Genre: Drabble, fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: afab!reader, period/menstruation symptoms, fluff

A/N: I'm in a Kakashi brain rot right now if you couldn't tell. This was originally made for my OC, in a wonderful chat with my lovelies, but I decided it wouldn't be too difficult to turn into a reader insert~

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There it was, that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen. The beginning of cramps that you knew would be plaguing you for the next few days, perhaps a week. It was late this time, probably due to stress from your latest mission. You pressed your chapped lips together with a frown.

The cramps were the absolute worst, even with painkillers there would be some days where you were down for the count, not to mention the intestinal discomfort that accompanied them. You wouldn’t be able to be too far from a bathroom for the first few days. A whine of annoyance left your throat. Periods are the worst.

“What’s wrong?”

You glanced at the silver-haired man on the couch next to you and immediately all you wanted was to whine and be coddled by him. You held yourself back though, figuring you could save it for when your sensitivity was at its worst. “My period is coming.”

“Oh, I see,” he set his book down on his lap before running a hand through your undone hair. The both of you had already changed into your sleep clothes.  “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Hold me, rub my cramps away, buy me chocolate- oo no wait cookies. “No, I’m okay for now.”

“You sure? Do you have everything you need?”

“Hm,” You pressed your head further into his hand. “I think so?”

“That sounds more like a question than an answer.”

“I’ll be fine.” He let out a thoughtful hum and brought an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side. Kakashi kept his arm draped over you and you leaned closely into him as he picked his book back up. “This definitely doesn’t hurt though.”

You were right, the next morning you woke up with painful cramps and an intense need to use the restroom.  Most of that day went relatively alright, your cramps bothered you, but you were still able to do most things, and the second day went by in much the same manner. But the third day was terrible, the absolute worst.

Kakashi had woken you up gently to press a goodbye kiss to your forehead as he headed to work and usually, you loved it, but that morning you were agitated that he had woken you up. So, instead of telling him to be safe, like you usually did, all you managed was an irate goodbye. You went back to sleep for a few more hours after that, then when you finally got out of bed you stubbed your toe on the nightstand that you swore hadn’t always been in that exact spot because you never would’ve stubbed your toe otherwise. Your cramps were killing you, they had you constantly hunched and if you weren’t standing you were curled up in a ball on your bed.

Specifically on his side, because you missed him.

There were so many foods that you were craving but you had none of them and you knew going to the store to get any would be too taxing. You really really wanted something sweet, those cookies you’d thought about the other day, but none magically appeared before you, which also irritated you. You couldn’t focus on anything, nothing was helping. As another wave of intense cramping hit you, you couldn’t help but think about how miserable you were.

Pain-killers weren’t working, your food cravings were going unfulfilled, and you’d even run out of your favorite bubble bath so you couldn’t even try that to relax! You felt so sensitive and there was no one paying attention to you! By the time your boyfriend came home, you were squatting on the kitchen floor sobbing as you tried to open a jar of pickles.

You heard his chuckle- when did he get home? - and glared up at him from your place on the tile. “Don’t laugh,” you pouted, your voice more of a whine than the agitated grunt you had been going for. You sniffled as he squat down beside you, you heard the shuffle of a grocery bag as he set one down beside him. “It’s not funny.”

“No, no, you’re right,” he responded, you could see the upward turn of his lips even under his mask. “It’s definitely not funny.”

Annoyed, you shoved the unopened jar against his chest and he took it, his eyes still wrinkled with mirth. Your agitation grew. The sixth Hokage lowered his mask and gave you that chauvinistic smile that you loved. A huff left you and you pointed and told him, “It won’t open.”

“Well, if a shinobi as strong as you can’t open it, then this can’t be an ordinary pickle jar.”

Another sniffle. “It’s not.”

“I know,” he chuckled again and brought a finger to your eyes to wipe at your frustrated tears.

He looked away from you and down at the jar. The silver-haired man made a show of inspecting it before opening it with one quick twist. You wanted to cry all over again.

Kakashi set the now opened jar down before sliding over and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, he couldn’t help the laughs that escaped him every few seconds as he tried his best to console you. “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not, I’m not. Honest.”

Despite you agitation with him you melted into his embrace. His warmth comforting and even those patronizing chuckles caused a weight to lift from your chest. “I loosened it for you,” you insisted.

He hummed in affirmation and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Absolutely.”

After a few more seconds you felt a bit better but you still didn’t want him to let you go. You didn’t even care about the stupid pickles and their evil jar anymore. “Can we go to bed early tonight?”

“Of course, but how about we eat these cookies first?”

You peaked down at the bag he held up. They were your favorite cookies, from your favorite bakery, the one across from the bookshop. That time, you did start to cry again. “You love me so much,” you cried.

“Hm, maybe a little,” he teased.

Both of you ate the cookies, you ate the majority, and laid down to go to bed. You felt much better after complaining to him about every minor thing that had gotten on your nerves that day, and soon as his warm hand pressed against your lower abdomen when you spooned, your cramps lessened to an annoying ache. You fell asleep feeling much better and exceedingly loved.

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[acowhoretimes]

An assignment gone bad

Warnings:

!!!!Smut!!!

Choking

Mention of a safe word (not used)

Squirting

Rough sex

This is my own take on the “sex pollen”

Please note, if any of this stuff makes you uncomfortable please do not read. I wrote this purely for my own enjoyment do not feel pressured to read or interact. I hope you all have a good day, please enjoy!

The chill of the Autumn court racked through your body. You and Azriel were sent on an assignment. Rummor had claimed Bryaxis was spotted in the eastern side of the Autumn court.

Azriel’s shadows slithered along the path. The fallen leaves crunched loudly underneath his boots. Both of you on high alert since you were in the enemies court.

“So.. how are things with Elain?” you asked clasping your hands together. You didn’t love Elain but also didn’t hate her. You had loved Azriel for centuries. But alas he had been in love with Mor for so many years he never even noticed your feelings or the mating bond. You had felt it form centuries ago when you first met. He had hated you from the start and now he wouldn’t call you his friend. Only aquatints. That hurt.

Azriel’s shoulders sagged slightly and he ran a hand through his messy hair. He sighed, his lips formed a thin line. “Fine.” He said shortly. You frowned and clearly he didn’t want to talk. You like going on assignments with Cassian. At least he didn’t act like you were carrying the plague. You were distracted for a brief moment and were brought back when a dart had pierced your neck. You gasped out in pain. Azriel whirled around to face you and saw the dart sticking out of your neck.

You went to reach for Azriel, but before you raised your hand very far you realized, that he would most likely leave you for dead here than help you. Your body began to crumple to the floor as the world turned to black.

You awoke hours later, bolting upright gasping for breath. Your body felt hot, too hot. Your head pounding, and by far the worst stomach cramps you have ever had. Your body was slicked with sweat, your tight leathers chaffing against your skin. You grasping different parts of your shirt trying to loosen it you finally took in your surroundings. You were in a cave of some sort. You knew you weren’t in the Autumn court but not at the Night court. You looked toward the exit of the cave and met eyes with the shadow singer.

“You’re awake.” He stated. You gave him a dry look. He hesitated before speaking again. “How are you feeling? I don’t know what they hit you with but they hit me with Faebane.” You were about to answer but a loud moan escaped your lips. You clutched your lower abdomen and slumped to the cold floor. You cried out in relief when your hot skin touched the cold stone floor. Azriel’s footsteps grew louder as he approached. You crouched beside you and put his hand on your shoulder and pushed you over so you were facing him. Your eyes were screwed shut, you felt his scarred hand gently press on your forehead. You moaned at the touch. A curse left his lips as he retracted his hand.

You needed these leathers off.

You needed it now.

Your breath coming out in pants now, one of your shaking hands tried to take off your shirt. But with no strength and trembling fingers your cried out in distress continuing to fiddle with the buckles. Azriel’s face was a mask of confusion. Why were you acting like this. He had seen you be sick before but never to this point of despair and desperation. Azriel grasped the dart that was laying on the floor a few feet away. Taking a closer look he couldn’t see any difference from a normal one. Until the smell hit him.

That smell was so familiar…

Bringing it closer to his nose he sniffed it again and it hit him.

A mating antidote. Horror was stricken on his face. He hasn’t seen any of these since his time in the war camps. They used mating antidotes for when the females either lose their sex drives or to insure the female get pregnant. The antidote makes them sub-come to the urges they have when a mating bond snaps into place. They fuck until they can’t. Why would they shoot this at you? He looked back to you and saw you weren’t meeting his gaze. You had fallen back to the ground but now you were laying on your stomach. Your body squirming.

Deathly calm. You were too calm now. “Why did they shoot you with this?” He hissed at you. Tears welled in your eyes, still avoiding his gaze. “(Y/n)!” He barked at you. He saw the way your body shuddered and your hips raising. He fought his overwhelming urges.

“..I..” you tried to bring yourself to speak but a sob was lodged in your throat. You knew he wouldn’t drop this. “..Eris’s younger brother.. I’m supposed to be engaged to him..” His jaw dropped. But you spoke up again before he could say anything. “My father set it up and I’ve been running from him since.”

“That’s why you didn’t want to come on this assignment at first.” He said with some sort of understanding. But that was ripped away once he spoke again. “So why did you come then?” He said with a a bit of a bite to his words. A snarl ripped from your throat. “Because you would’ve went by yourself if I had said no.” He didn’t speak. A grunt left your lips as you finally tugged off your shirt. The sopping went shirt landed on the floor with a loud ‘thud’ as a gasp of friend filled the room. You were left with a sports bra and your leather pants.

“Why didn’t you say anything.” He spat at you. Fury exploded from you. You managed to shakily get on to your knees. Pointing a sharp glare at his features.

“Okay Azriel I’ll explain it to you so you can grasp it. Nobody can break this engagement. It was a deal made from my father who is from the Winter court and Beron. No, not even Rhysand can interfere because it doesn’t belong in his court. A women like my mother who is from the Autumn court is the reason why I am being married off to a high lords son. My father just wants the money. You forget that women from the Autumn court are treated like property.” You panted. Azriel looked gobsmacked. “I’ve been running from him for a very long time, he wanted me before this engagement came to life.”

“Well you could’ve said something and we would’ve kept you in the Night court.” He but back.

“Oh and that would’ve been such a good idea!since he could challenge Rhysand to a blood duel. For keeping his betrothed and then he would whoop his ass and any ties to the Autumn court would’ve been shredded. Trust me Azriel I’ve thought of everything.” Sadness lurked in his eyes. Had you truest tried everything.

“What if you married someone else?” He was desperate. Mor would kill him if he is the reason why her best friend would leave her.

“Who would I marry? Also he would kill any person who would attempt to interfere.” “Hand me back. This antidote is only going to get worse and I can’t ride this out it hurts.” You managed to get out before folding over again and groaning.

“I absolutely will not hand you back. You’re strong (Y/n) you can do this.” He said gently rubbing your back. “We will fix this trust me.” Azriel being nice? A small part of you retched at the thought, but arousal that was brewing the entire time finally snapped. You gasped. Your tether on the arousal snapped as the scent filled the room. Azriel audibly chocked. Fuck he was struggling to keep his composure. The tightness of his leathers straining against his aching cock. “Azriel please.” Your voice pleaded.

“Do I have your consent.” He asked barely managing to get it out.

“Yes! Please make it stop.” You groaned out. He knelt in front of you. Teasing fingers grasped your pants and he tugged them off roughly taking your panties off with them. He groaned at the smell of your arousal slamming into him. Azriel lowered his body over yours. His lips brushed yours until you moved your head. You were getting incredibly impatient. His head nudged your neck kissing softly. You weren’t having this.

“Azriel stop.” He paused. Fear gutted him. He could stop now as difficult as that was he could. “What?” He breathed. “I need it hard and rough. I don’t do the soft and sensual thing. Too intimate.” He nodded as if he understood.

“Your safe word is flake. Or three taps anywhere got that?” He snarled. You met his wild gaze and nodded. He growled and flicked your clit. You let out a moan “yes Azriel!” He freed his cock and rubbed it at your entrance. Mother above, he was losing control and losing it fast. He didn’t feast on your drooling pussy. He watched as your rutted your hips against his groin. Later, he would lick you later. Right now, he just wanted to be inside you. A growl slipped from his lips as he pushed in. His scarred hands gripped your hips, your legs wrapping around his waist. You groaned as he pulled out leaving just the tip inside. You were wet. So fucking wet.

Azriel fondled with the buckles on your shirt. He was slipping, his primal urges he kept well buried were surfacing and fast. He finally freed your aching breasts. He moaned at the sight, your breast bounced with each punishing stroke of his cock.

“Azriel! Fuck! Harder.” You begged, your back arching.

Shit. You were squeezing him so tightly. Your breasts bouncing with each thrust. He was going to cum. But he wouldn’t. You had to come first. You moved your hand to Azriel’s, grasping it softly, you brought it to around your neck.

“Dirty girl, dirty fucking girl.” Azriel breathed. His hand squeezing your throat softly. Your moans became more breathily and loud.

A tight rope just aching to be snapped. You just needed a little more. Azriel seemed to noticed. His thumb stroked your clit. Oh gods you were gonna cum. This felt different. Maybe it was because she was having sex with her ‘mate’ and the bond was making her feel this way, or maybe because Azriel was doing everything right and making you feel too good.

“Ahhhh fuck Azriel! I’m close! This feels different.” It came out as a moan.

“Shut your mouth and take it.” He growled. He squeezed your throat harder and rubbed your teasing clit. His thrusts became harder and harder.

“Oh! Oh fuck Azriel! I’m coming! Shit!” Your entire body tensed at the release slammed into you. Your hips jerked as you juices squirted out of you. Hitting Azriel’s toned stomach. Your moans echo loudly off the walls of the cave.

“You.. you fucked squirted.” You only moaned, coming down for the high. He swore under his breath as he finally let himself go. Removing his hands and placing them back on your hips, ramming himself as fast and as hard as he could. Your loud moans only spurred him on.

“Shit, where do you want it.” He breathed he needed your answer now. He was going to burst.

“Inside me.” A breathy moan. His brain short-circuited. He slammed to the hilt and came. Groaning loudly. His body shuddered as his hot cum painted your walls.

This went of repetitively over the next few days. Azriel fucked you in every position imaginable. He ate your pussy until you were screaming his name. Your breasts and neck were covered in purple marks and blemishes. Your hips and ass covered in angry red and purple finger prints.

The last position you were in was hands and knees. But Azriel fucked you so hard that your cheek rested on the cold payment. Your ass still in the air still winding down from you intense orgasm. His cum leaked out of you abused pussy. He moved your body down to lay on top of him. The two of you fell asleep for a few hours.

Azriel awoke, your body heat wasn’t scalding hot. He knew you were on the mend. The horrible part of him wished you weren’t. There was a reason why he never wanted to get close. Azriel didn’t like to admit his feelings for you. You deserved someone better. Someone not as damaged.

You would be able to deal with this on your own now. The waves of the antidote were less frequent, so you didn’t need him anymore. The burning in his chest when that thought squeezed into his mind was unbearable.

You didn’t need him.

You didn’t want him.

Oh Cauldron boil him.

He loved you and you didn’t feel the same. You knew you hated him. He was a jackass to you. You were always so kind and patient with him. You stirred next to him. Your body stretched like a cat, back arching a groaning.

He placed a hand on your forehead. Normal. Your temperature was normal. He had just enough power to winnow back to the Night Court. He sighed to himself and pulled you to your feet.

You had put on your leathers back on. You couldn’t meet his gaze. You held out your hand, head turned in the opposite direction. Your other arm wrapped around your waist. He grasped your hand, sadness filled his eyes. Before he winnowed he swore he heard a sniffle. You landed in the Townhouse foyer. Cassian peaked his head from the kitchen door and smiled in relief.

“Where the hell were you?” He frowned, crossing his arms. He was about to open his mouth again when he saw you drop Azriel’s hand and walk out towards the front door. Not making eye contact with either of them. Azriel turned desperate to grab you. He wanted to apologize. This was his fault. He was distracted on this assignment. You looked so beautiful in the Autumn light. He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. Once you collapsed, irrational fear had hit him. He should’ve dealt with Eris’s brothers then get you. But he ran for you first and got hit with the Faebane.

Your shoulders shook as you left the town house. Your body hunched over. Sobs. You were crying. Because of him. His head hurt and his heart. You couldn’t stay in this house any longer. She opened the front harshly before running out the door. Cassian quirked a brow, arms going slacken. He was about to say something until Azriel spoke up.

“She’s my mate…and she hates me.”

[sheislethal]

Have you thought about a one-shot where Sevika takes a day off to pamper the female reader cuz they're on their period? Or in the middle of their hot session, the female reader happens to have a period, then Sevika takes care of everything for her. Also, the female reader tends to cry a lot on their period days.

(It could be Sevika who has a period, but I don't think she still has it every month because she has to work hard and fight a lot, which may affect her body.)

btw, your writings are so good :">>> I literally created a Tumblr account cuz I saw your blog

have a nice day~

SEVIKA x reader

WARNINGS: Fem! reader, SFW, fluff, etc.

Notes: Stop- this message is so SWEET <33 I'm so thrilled you enjoy my writings, it means the world to me.

“The Small Things"

The feeling of being able to wake up in your lover's arms is otherworldly. I would have loved nothing better than to nestle closer to her and stay in bed all day, if it hadn't been for the stabbing pain in my lower abdomen.

I winced dramatically as the pain really started to kick in and register. "Fuck." I mumbled. Had it already been a month already?

I envied Sevika, who still happened to be soundly sleeping, by the way. She rarely (if ever) got her period. Years of hard work and fighting had affected her body in more ways than one. Lucky her.

I bit my lower lip and opened my eyes. What better way to start your morning than with period cramps.

With a glimpse back at my girlfriend, I silently removed her arm from my waist and tip-toed my way to the bathroom.

I flipped on the light switch and took a seat on the toilet, quickly taking care of business. I stood and turned around to inspect the scarlet red pain in the ass.

I pettily sent the toilet the middle finger before hearing Sevika begin to stir. I quickly washed my hands and winced once more as I stepped into the bedroom

"What's wrong?" Sevika demanded, seeing my hand over my lower stomach. "Are you hurt?" Her eyes narrowed and she hopped out of the bed.

"I started my period." I sighed and realization hit her. She paused and looked to the ground. She knew very well how bad my periods tended to be. I was always in a lot of pain and got very emotional.

"Go lay down on the couch. I'll get you some pain meds." She told me with no room for argument. I nodded and made my way to the living room and plopped down on the tattered couch.

Sevika walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet, searching for the tiny bottle of pills. Medicine was regularly hard to find in Zaun, but with the job Sevika had, it made things a whole lot easier.

She came over to me and handed me the small orange bottle before moving my legs and taking a seat next to me.

My brows etched together in confusion. "Do you not have work today?" I sent a glance to the clock, seeing it was time for her to get going. I opened the cap and popped a pill in my mouth.

"I'm taking the day off." She muttered and lifted my legs onto her lap. I closed the bottle and tossed it onto the coffee table. Her hand came up to my lower abdomen and she began to massage it.

It started to ease my cramps and I was extremely grateful. "Sev, you don't need to take off work. I'll be fine here by myself, you don't gotta worry." I insisted, but she wasn't having it.

"I've made my decision. You're my top priority." She spoke with a gruff tone. She's never liked back talk, I've come to find.

I felt the all too familiar emotion bubbling up in my chest, and my eyes felt hot. "Shit," I cursed once my eyes began to get watery.

Sevika turned her head over to me. "What's wrong, now?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. "It just," I sniffled, tears now running down my cheeks. "It means a lot to me that you care this much." I choked and she watched me with amusement.

I could tell she was trying to fight back a smile, but she ultimately began chuckling, despite her best efforts. "So you're crying?" She teased.

I glared at her and wiped away my tears. "You know how emotional I get on my period. Stop making fun of me." I demanded.

She pulled me closer and continued to laugh. "I'm not making fun of you, doll." She insisted.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, you are." She kissed my temple and shook her head. "It's just a little funny how easily you cry at things, that's all."

"That's mean, Sev."

"Like, that one time you started crying when you dropped your toothbrush on the ground." She recalled with a smile.

I tried to remain angry, but my own smile started to appear. "That's because it got dirty," I spoke with a small giggle.

"There's that smile." She exclaimed, hugging me to her body. "Glad my teasing cheered you up."

I scoffed. "So you admit you were teasing me?"

"Maybe just a little bit."

[snapfel]

Love is messy // Fred Weasly

It was a rainy december morning, raindrops pattering against the windows in the burrow. I was snuggled up in bed with my boyfriend Fred Weasly, who was snoring lightly in my ear. I laid there and wasn’t able to sleep due to sharp cramps in my lower abdomen and back, normally these were the symptoms I’d get when I was on my period but it was way to early for Mother Nature to visit me so I decided not to worry about it and stay in bed spooning with Fred, despite me not wanting to leave the bed because Fred was a human heating pad.

His soft snores became irregular and he scooped me closer to his chest and laid his arm on my waist, he then yawned and moved around a little, signaling me he was awake. The cramps got worse and my body tensed up in Fred‘s arms, he noticed and got up on his ellbow looking at me worriedly while his ginger hair was all messy in his face, he looked adorable. „Everything alright?“ he asked while stroking my tummy. „Yeah just cramps I don’t know...no big deal though.“ I said and cramped again. „But you’re in pain, you wanna have a cup of tea or anything?“ he asked and sat up in bed. „no it’s fine just come back and cuddle me.“ I said frowning because of the rack of his warmth next to me. „Well alright.“ he said and pulled the covers aside to crawl under them when his facial expression changed a little. „Um...babe are you on your period?“ he asked and I felt how my heart dropped and blood shot in my cheeks. „No why...I...did I stain?“ my voice broke and I could feel tears of embarrassment in my eyes.

„Yeah I think you have but it’s no problem, come on let’s get you cleaned.“ Fred said with a warming smile on his face and in his honey eyes. „No stop Fred, don’t look, it’s so embarrassing.“ I said and tried to cover his sight on the blood stain. „It’s not it’s just blood, no problem at all.“ he said and stroked my heated cheeks. „I’ll clean up quickly I’m so sorry.“ I continued rambling and a single tear slipped down my cheek. „Alright that’s it.“ Fred said and gave me a warming smile, then he wrapped his arms around my waist carrying me out of bed. „Stop youre going to stain your Pyjamas too.“ I said and tried to get out of his grasp. „nuh-uh I’m going to get you all cleaned up, stop worrying now, I really don’t care.“ he said and placed me on the bathroom counter. He quickly undressed himself and threw his stained clothes in the washing bin.

„But your mom’s gonna have to clean that...no.“ I protested while another wave of sharp pain hit me, causing me to clench my abdomen and scrunch up my nose. „Listen to me now... we’re going to take a shower and I’ll get us some clean clothes and for you some tampons, I will change the sheets and wash them with our clothes without my mom finding out and then we can cuddle the whole day. So stop worrying...I don’t care about the blood on the sheets or my Pyjamas, love is messy. All I care about is you being comfortable.“ Fred said while taking my face in his warm hands.

„Fred I love you.“ I said and sobbed at his words and gave him a soft peck on the lips. „I love you too.“ he said and smiled at me. I got undressed and stepped in the shower, tossing my clothes in the washing bin like he did previously. Fred stepped in the shower and turned on the hot water, which always took a few seconds to get warm in the burrow, I squealed and grabbed his biceps, my body pressing against his. As the water got warmer I relaxed into his tall frame and his arms wrapped around my small waist, that was the moment I realized how tired I was, the pain kept me up all night and I yawned earning a melodic laugh from Fred. „Can we set the water a little warmer?“ I asked and clenched my abdomen once again. „Merlin, I forgot you liked your showers as hot as your boyfriend.“ he said giggling and set the water a little warmer. Fred reaches over to grab some body wash and poured in his palms. The strong, musky, fresh smell filled my senses and made my head clear up. „Want me to give you a massage?“ he asked for my permission and formed some foam in his palms. I nodded and placed his hands on my abdomen where the pain was located, he quickly got the hint and rubbed his warm hand on my skin taking some of the pain away, he then moved his hands up a little to wash my entire torso, then down so he could get my legs and feet, he placed a small peck on my abdomen which caused me to giggle. He then got up and Spinned me around as his hands moved on my back and lower back, the pain fading away and I gasped a little at the sensation. „Harder please.“ I said and pressed my palms against the shower wall. Fred laughed and increased the pressure. „you make my mind wander my dear.“ he said and laughed at me relaxing against the shower wall. „Yeah cause period sex seems so appealing.“ I said ironically and rolled my eyes. „I wouldn’t care, especially if It would help you, anything to make you feel better.“ he said and moved his hands lower to wash away the body wash. „Yeah I don’t know Fred.“ I said laughing and pulling him into a hug, he quickly washed himself and then wrapped his arms around me drawing small circles on my back. We rested in this position for a few more minutes, then he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. „I’ll be right back. You enjoy the shower a little longer.“ he said. I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the sight in front of me, his muscular body dripping in water with the towel hanging low on his V-line, he was sculpted like a greek god. I turned around to stop my mind from wandering and relaxed a little more as I turned up the temperature.

A knock on the bathroom door made me look up. „Fred?“ I asked and soon the redhead stood tall in the bathroom with a box of tampons in his hands. And some of his wool sweaters in the other. He dropped the clothes on the floor and got dressed himself, I quickly grabbed a tampon and threw away the wrapping. „Fred would you hand me a towel please?“ I asked and he turned around, dressed in one of his Sweaters with a big F on it, the bright yellow matching his honey eyes.

„Sure.“ he said and wrapped me in a fluffy towel which smelled like peppermint and fresh laundry, just like the burrow, just like home. „I couldn’t find your underwear so I just brought some of my boxers.“ he said and handed me a pair of boxers and one of his sweaters in blue with an F on the front and matching blue Pyjama pants who were out of soft flannel.

I got dressed in his ridiculously big clothes who smelled just like him and saw his eyes lighten up. „You look so adorable.“ he said and wrapped an arm around me making me smile in pure joy. „Alright so I asked mom for a cleaning spell and pretended I had a nosebleed and she gave me one so lets see.“ he said and took his wand and magically removing the stain, as I breathed out relieved.

He grabbed my hand and dragged my towards his bedroom softly, the sheets we’re freshly changed and a box full of Christmas cookies was on the fuzzy blanket, and again I felt tears burning in my eyes. „Freeeed you‘re too good.“ I said sobbing and i gave him a kiss. „I love you and it’s alright.“ he said. „Thank you for being like that.“ I said and smiled at the boy I loved with my whole heart. He laid in bed and crawled under the blankets and opened his arms to welcome me in his warm embrace. „No need to thank me, that’s what boyfriends are for, now come lay with me.“ he said and I laid down, his arm sneaking under my sweater and slowly rubbing my stomach, the pain easing away and my eyelids getting heavy. Fred placed a soft peck on my forehead as I inhaled his familiar scent I slowly fell asleep.

[arvinsescape]

Hey could you write something with the reader getting really bad ovulation cramps, but they usually happen when she's alone, so when it happens in front of tom he's freaking out thinking you might be really sick and he takes you to the hospital even tho you said it's normal for you?

A/N: Hi lovely! Thank you for sending this in and thank you for your patience with me getting back to you! I changed it up a little bit and taken the hospital out of it, I hope you don't mind.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of periods.

Every month, the first two days of your period had you incapable of doing nothing. You'd always gotten bad cramps, ever since you started your periods, you'd had them checked out and nothing was wrong with you, it was just your normal.

Usually you managed to avoid Tom when you were on your period, you managed to stay home and make up an excuse for those two days as to why you couldn't see him. This month however, Tom seemingly had other plans.

"Tom, I can't today, I've got some stuff to do here." You answered from your curled up spot on the couch.

"Babe, I literally haven't seen you for like a week, that's way too long." He said and your heart melted, he hated being away from you, in the seven months you'd been dating he always made an effort to make sure you saw each other. Even with his busy schedule.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just busy with some house stuff."

"I can come and keep you company or help you? We don't even have to go out, I can come chill with you." Tom said, it sounded like he was smiling and you felt torn.

Tom was overprotective and a complete worrier when it came to you. You'd had the flu once and he'd spent five days looking after you, he quite literally did everything for you. While you found it endearing and you loved it about him, you didn't want him worrying over this and you knew he would.

"Maybe tomorrow Tommy?" You said and you widened your eyes, shit.

"Are you ill?" Tom asked immediately.

"No."

"You only ever call me Tommy when you're ill." He stated matter of factly and you sighed, he'd caught you out. "What's up?"

"Nothing, Tom, I'm just a bit out of sorts. Nothing to worry about, I promise." You said in the best voice you could. As it would seem today was not on your side a cramp ripped through your lower abdomen causing you to hiss out in pain.

"Doesn't sound like it." He said and you knew he's have his shoes on and keys in his hand by now.

"Honestly, I'm fine." You said and you heard his keys in his hands down the line. He was gonna come over and there was nothing you could do. "You really don't have to come." You said, the pain in your abdomen having set in.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes, I love you." He said and hung up before you could protest.

**

Twenty minutes later and Tom was letting himself into your home, you heard the door shut and his shoes clatter as he took them off. You heard his sock clad feet make their way into your living room where you were sat curled up on the couch.

"Hi baby." Tom said in a soft voice before sitting next to you and observing your state. "What's up?" He asked and you grumbled.

"It'll sound ridiculous." You huffed out, you'd been told by previous boyfriends to suck it up, that all women had a period. It can't be that bad. Maybe it was part of the reason you hadn't let Tom see you like this.

"Tell me, I promise I won't think it's ridiculous." He said as he placed a hand on our knee.

"I'm on my period." You grumbled out as a pain shot through you and you winced and curled further into yourself. Tom's eyes softened as he took you in, rubbing his hand comfortingly on your knee.

"Oh baby," he whispered out as he moved closer to you. "So this happens every month?" He asked and you nodded. "I'll be back." He said, placing a kiss to your forehead before he disappeared.

He went back out, you were too tired to question where or what he was doing and half an hour later he returned. You heard the door shut again, shoes clatter and bags rustling. You looked over the back of the couch as he made his way back into the living room.

"Here." He said as he handed you one of the bags before disappearing into the kitchen. You opened it and found enough chocolate and sweet stuff to host a party with, you smiled as you took it in.

"And here." He said as he returned with a mug in hand, your heart melting. Never had someone been so attentive. "I went for hot chocolate, mum says it's the only time she ever drinks it. Thought it'd help." He said as he placed it on the coffee table before opening his arms for you to crawl into.

You complied, letting him wrap you up in his warmth as you snuggled into him. His warm hands rubbing your back, soothing the ache that had set in slightly.

"Thanks Tommy." You mumbled into his chest and he kissed your head.

It wasn't long before you needed the bathroom and this was the part you were dreading, it was okay when you could curl up into yourself, but the second you had to move, stand up, the pain became unbearable and you knew Tom would panic.

"I'm just gonna..." You trailed off as you removed yourself from his grasp and stood. The second your body stretched out, the pain hit you like a bus, you doubled over clutching your stomach as you winced harshly at the pain. Tears springing to your eyes.

"Fucking hell." You whimpered out in pain. Tom was quick to stand, placing his hands on your waist as you waited for the pain to pass enough to move.

"Are you okay?" He asked panicked and you shook your head.

"Yeah, it just hurts because I moved."

"You look like you're in a lot of pain."

"Yeah, it'll pass."

"Darling, do you not think you should maybe get these pains checked out, go to the hospital?" He was in full blown panic mode now.

"Tommy, calm down. I'm fine, it's normal for me, I promise." You tried to reassure. The pain wasn't passing quick this time and you had to sit back on the couch, clutching your stomach. You rocked back and forth, hoping to ease the pain.

"What of it's your appendix or something?" Tom was panicking as he knelt in front of you.

"It's not." You stated simply. "Trust me, I'm fine."

"You really don't look fine, I think we need to get you to the hospital." He said as he placed a hand on your back and rubbed it in comfort.

"I really really don't need that Tom. I promise you, it's normal. It's not my appendix or anything like that, I am just cursed with bad periods." You smiled at him, the pain starting to subside.

"Darling, I really think-"

"Tom. I'm fine." You said with a smile as you took his face into your hands, he relaxed slightly at the gesture.

"You'll tell me if it gets worse? Like more than usual?" He said and you nodded your head. "Okay," he breathed out. "Come on." He said and you furrowed your brows as you looked at him. "I'll carry you." He clarified and you laughed.

"I'm fine." You said but he'd already picked you up, carrying you upstairs and outside the bathroom. "You worry too much." You said as he placed you down and you kissed his cheek. Hands not leaving your hips until he was sure you were okay.

"I don't I just love you a lot and I don't want anything to happen to you." He said as he kissed your cheek. "I'll wait here." He said as he leant against the opposite wall.

You went into the bathroom, doing what you had to do, opening the bathroom door to be met with Tom's smiling face. You laughed as he picked you up again before taking you downstairs and back onto the couch.

"Wanna watch a film?" He asked and you nodded.

"You don't have to stay you know Tom. If you have better plans, it's okay. I understand why you wouldn't wanna mope around here with me." You laughed through your nose.

"This is my best plan for today. What could be better than spending time with you? Plus, if you don't feel well then it's my job to look after you and make sure you have everything you need."

"I'm not technically ill Tommy." You laughed.

"You're in pain. Listen, I'm gonna stay here and cuddle you, look after you. Whatever you need, it's yours but I'm staying. You're not getting rid of me." He said as he found a film and your heart soared, most boyfriends would get out of the way, but Tom? No.

"I really love you Tom." You said before you could really think and he looked at you, eyes full of nothing but love and adoration.

"I really love you too. Now come on, come here." He said as he placed the remote down and encouraged you to sit between his legs, hands finding your stomach as he soothed some of the pain. As bad as your periods were, Tom was gonna make sure he made them as bearable as possible.

[imaginativeamateur]

|Period Cramps Collection| [Kakashi Hatake X Reader] Especially You

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x fem!Reader

You were on a mission with Kakashi, just a simple one that took you guys half a day to complete, everything went smooth without any bumps. However, what you totally did not anticipate for came in the way. On your way back, your stomach started to ache unconditionally. You knew your period was coming but did not expect it this early into the month. Kakashi was walking beside you, completely unaware of your situation, eyes focused on his holy book as he continued to take fast, long strides toward Konoha.

You kept slowing down as the pain grew more horrible every single step that you took and placed your hand on your lower abdomen to ease the churns. You wanted to ask Kakashi to take a break but you were hesitant when he seemed to be in a hurry. Biting your lips to restrain your groans, your hands held onto your stomach for your dear life, you followed him.

You started to lag behind and Kakashi definitely noticed that but he was waiting for you to initiate the conversation. You two continued to walk like that for another mile or so and you slumped down onto the ground, the pain was beyond your endurance.

“I need a break,” you lowered your head and crawled to one of the big trees in the wood, “I apologize, just give me five minutes.”

“Y/N, are you okay? You are actually sweating, a lot.” He had shoved his book away to take a good look at you, now leaning lifelessly against the tree trunk.

“Yeh, I’m okay, just a stomachache.” You nodded between heavy breaths and reached for your water but to your dismay, the bottle was completely drained.

Kakashi did not say a word as he slid to your side and grabbed your bottle, “I’ll fill this up. You wait here and rest.”

You smiled weakly as the silver-haired Ninja puffed into a cloud of smoke, you were lucky to have him accompany you on this mission. Normally, you two did not talk much, you did not usually see him around frequently either, but you both were perfectly aware of each other, just not so close of a relationship.

Kakashi got back to find you sleeping with your brows deeply furrowed and lips forming into a thin frown. He chuckled and got down next to you, carefully wiped away the beads of sweat on your forehead and fanned you with his book. You relaxed as the cooling air passed your face and shifted into a more comfortable position, which just happened to be Kakashi’s shoulder. He did not move and gave you full access to one of his arms for you to cling on in your sleep. You two sat like that for a while until Kakashi had to wake you up to return to the village before sunset.

You got up to your feet but a wave of nausea hit you hard as you stumbled and leaned back onto the tree. The masked Ninja glanced back at you and raised his brows, “I’m starting to wonder that if it’s merely a stomachache. Your symptoms are really similar to being poisoned, Y/N.”

At this point, you could not keep on lying as you felt your own legs giving up on themselves, “Don’t laugh when I say this. I’m on the days, Kakashi.”

“What do you mean the days?” He looked totally confused.

“The days,” you sighed and deadpanned, “I’m on my period, soon.”

“Oh,” he responded, blinking once, and twice, and got down on his knees, “I don’t really know the anatomical operation of periods but according to Jiraiya-sama, women have really bad stomachaches and they should not be doing heavy works. Get on my back.”

Now it was your turn to blink at him, “What?”

“Get on my back, I will carry you home since it’s still a long way to the gates.” Kakashi patiently explained and waited for you to digest all his words.

You blushed at his explicit offer, stuttering, “It’s fine, I can walk back. You can go first if you have work waiting in the village. Besides, walking is no hard work, Kakashi.”

“No, I’m going to carry you back, as if right now, it would take you another day to reach the village.” He persisted, “I’m not leaving my comrade back, especially when she’s on her—”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you huffed and climbed onto his back, still flustered, “you don’t need to continue your sentence.”

Kakashi’s back was wide, strong, and warm, and you oddly found it at home to be under his protection. You lowered your head and rested your chin on his shoulder, inhaling his comfortable scent. He lifted up to a tree’s branch and started leaping to the next one, carrying you on his back with his arms locked around your thighs to stable your numb body. You slowly closed your eyes to shield yourself from the pain in your lower abdomen as you relaxed your head on his shoulder. Just then, Kakashi muttered, “I haven’t finished my previous sentence yet.”

You hummed in reply with your eyes still closed.

“I’m not leaving my comrade behind, especially you, Y/N.”

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

Hello, I was wondering if you’re taking Rio imagines?

Could It be where I’m pregnant with our daughter, and I go into labor and he’s at work, but he’s not answering but he eventually does?

Thank you so much for your request, I think I will start doing my stories with 2nd person POV, it just feels right in my opinion! Hope you like it ☺️

Warning : None

Word Count : 1.2k

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You laid on the couch as Rio was getting ready to step out for a bit.

“I’ll be back in a couple hours, call me if there is anything you need” he said kissing you after he proceeded to give a peck to your belly. “See you later baby girl” he continued as he put on his shoes and stepped out the door.

You were tired, you have been pregnant for the past 8 months and you felt like your belly was about to explode. You felt gross and fat but Rio being the man that he is was always complimenting you and making you feel wanted and beautiful. The day you announced you were expecting, he was shocked, but he couldn’t wish for someone else to have another child with. You took such good care of Marcus when he was around, he knew you’d be an amazing mom to your little girl.

A couple hours past when a sharp pain hit your lower tummy as you shrieked surprised from the pain. You didn’t know what to do so you called Rio.

No answer 📞

You got up going to the bathroom when all of a sudden, you felt like you were peeing your pants. You looked down and there was what looked like water on the floor. Something didn’t feel right, so you decided to call Rio but once again he didn’t pick, and his phone went straight to voicemail. 

You didn’t know what to do, it never happened to you before, were you going into labor? You weren’t due for another month, so you panicked a little bit and the fact that Rio wasn’t picking up made you want to cry. You called Rhea as you got another sharp cramp.

“(Y/N) hi! Everything is okay?” Rhea asked you surprised by your call

“Rhea something is wrong, I think I’m going into labor and Rio isn’t answering his phone, I’m freaking out I don’t know what to do” You said on the verge of tears

“I’ll come get you we’ll go to the hospital” She said hanging up

A few moments later, the cramps were being more frequent, and Rhea pulled up to Rio and yours shared apartment. She picked up your bag and helped you get downstairs as you both headed to the hospital. You tried reaching Rio on your way there, but once again it went straight to voicemail.

“Where is he?” You sighed saying to yourself wondering if he was okay.

Once you arrived at the hospital, they took you in right away confirming you were going into labor. Rhea accompanied you as she didn’t want to leave you alone.

As Rio arrived at your shared apartment calling your name as he walked through the front door, but he got no answers. He walked in further in when he stepped into a small puddle. As he stepped into the kitchen, he saw a note on the counter.

Baby,

I hope you’re okay, I tried to reach you, but you never answered. Rhea is picking me up, I think I’m going into labor.

I love you

-(Y/N)

He felt awful, his phone died while he was out, and he had some business to handle so he couldn’t come back home. He went running back to his black G-Wagon and sped off to the hospital hoping it was not too late.

Once he arrived, he went straight to the front desk asking for directions to get to you. Rio went running and once he found the room, he came barging in seeing Rhea by your side holding your hand as you shrieked in pain.

“Baby!”

“Rio! Oh my god, I was so worried. Where have you been?” you said tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you saw him standing there.

“I’m so sorry mama, my phone died, but as soon as I came home, I saw your note and came here as soon as I could” he answered pressing a kiss to your temple

“I’ll leave you to it, don’t worry everything will be fine, keep me posted” Rhea said getting up and smiling at the both of you before heading to the door to leave

“Thank you for taking care of my girls Rhea”

“Yes, thank you so much, you are a lifesaver” you said before screeching. She gave you an apologetic smile before leaving the room.

It has been 5 hours since Rio got here, by now you were sure you were about to explode but he kept himself composed trying to comfort you. He was really the cutest, reassuring and encouraging you that everything would be going smoothly.

As the nurse came in looking how things were going down there, her gaze went right back to your eyes. “Ok sweety, you’ll be ready to start pushing in a few minutes, everything will be fine, just relax” she said smiling as she went back to find the doctor. When he came in, Rio stood up protectively, but you hurried to take his hand to make him sit back next to you. Even though he was about to witness one of the happiest moments of his life, he couldn’t stop the jealousy he had, that another man would touch you were only he could. He sighed, staring at you, giving you a small smile.

“Ok Miss (Y/L/N) we’re ready when you are” The doctor said as Rio squeezed your hand to encourage you.

You had been pushing for the last 10 minutes and by than you were a crying and screaming mess. You were squeezing Rio’s hand so hard that his fingertips were now paler but, he didn’t care

“You got this mama, continue to push, you’re almost there” Rio was so invested it gave you butterflies

“I see the head, one more push (Y/N)”

You pushed as hard as you could and soon after, you could all ear the cries coming out of your baby girl. They wrapped her in a blanket as one of the nurses dropped her smoothly on your chest.

“You did it baby, you were amazing” Rio said looking fondly at you and your little newborn.

You kissed him still crying after all the efforts you just put in. You were so proud though, so happy you now shared a child with Rio, the man you were head over heels with.

“You want to hold her?” You asked as he smiled, extending his arms to grab her. “You know she’s got your eyes, right?” You continued looking at the both of them smiling widely

“She’s beautiful” he whispered, “You’re beautiful…. And I love you so much” He said as you saw a tear roll down his cheeks as he whips it fast so nobody could see it but you.

“I love you too baby” you smirked tiredly as you could feel your eyelids getting heavier.

You couldn’t wish for a better person to share your life with than Rio. Right this moment, he felt like he was the luckiest man alive, you just offered him life. He knew you were the one, from taking care of Marcus like he was your own to gifting him with a baby, he couldn’t be happier. Rio watched you as you dozed off, rocking his baby girl in his arms as he thanked whoever put you on his path.

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Thanks for reading

Hope you like it, let me know what you think

-K

[straykidsworldwild]

DUSKWOOD

Phil x MC (pregnant part 4/4)

Plot : MC and Phil are finally parents.

(I don't own the pictures. I only own the collage. Credits go to the owners.)

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~ 6 months later ~

- How are my two princesses doing? I hear Phil's deep voice asking me sweetly as he walks in our shared bedroom. I am facing my wardrobe, doing some stretching. The bottom of my back and of my belly has been hurting me since last afternoon. It started in the middle of it, around 4p.m... It felt like small cramps but it was strong enough for me to feel it. Maybe baby is just moving around...

- Well, one is sleeping pretty well inside mommy's belly and the other one feels like a huge whale, I reply as I turn around and face Phil. I cannot wait to meet our baby. One, because I'm just so excited to hold this little bundle of joy that I created. Two, because I cannot wait to see my feet again...

- Well, mommy is very beautiful the way she looks, replies, Phil, smiling gently at me. I chuckle as my boyfriend places his hands on each side of my belly. Wow...! I push Phil's hands and hold myself with one hand onto the wardrobe behind me. The other one holds my belly, rubbing it softly. The pain wasn't that important before... Your back hurts? Or did I hurt you? I hear Phil asking me, looking confused and surprised at the same time. Yest, he seems concerned. I don't reject him usually...

- No, it's not you. I've been having cramps since last night, I admit to my boyfriend as I take a deep breath in and out. Of course, I haven't told him how bad the cramps feel... Okay, seems like it's gone.

- Is it normal? Are you okay? He continues to ask me questions as he sounds more and more worried.

- Yeah, it's just... Intense time to time, I confess to him. I don't want him to panic. He looks already so worried...

- Wait, sit down a bit, he tells me with a caring tone as he softly places a hand on my belly while his other one snakes around my back to help me walk a few steps. Phil leads me to our bed and we sit on the edge of it. It feels nice to sit a bit... Are you sure you're not in labor? He then asks me, sounding serious. What?

- The baby is coming in ten days, Phil. It's not now, I remind him while rubbing my stomach.

- But it's possible that it comes sooner, no? He questions, sounding unsure of his statement. Phil might be older than me and he might know a lot of things, he still has this naive side of his which I find totally adorable.

- Yes, of course. But I'm fine. Really, I respond, trying to comfort him. I give him a smile as I stare lovingly into his eyes. However, despite my words and my smile, Phil still looks unsure. Well, even I didn't convinced myself... I would have been a terrible actress... I need to do the laundry, Phil, I say while placing my hand on top of his.

- Don't worry, I'll do it, he says, getting up quickly to grab the white basin.

- I need to do something, Phil. I can't just sit around and... I begin to say to Phil as I stood up from the bed to join him. However, I wasn't fully standing on my feet when a wave of pain hit my lower abdomen. I groaned in pain as I fell back on the bed side. Those are definitely not cramps...

- MC! Calls me, my boyfriend, dropping the basin while rushing up to my sides. Oh God...

- Okay, maybe you're right. I'm in labor-Ahh! I tell him all while wincing in pain. And I beleive it's just the beginning...

- Okay, hum... What should I do? He tells me with some panic in his voice. I look at Phil as I take deep breaths in and out. His eyes are so full of stress and worry... He tries not to show it but he actually panics... His hands are lightly shaking. I take hold of them and make him look at me.

- First, don't panic. Second... I tell him with a calm tone before stopping abruptly talking. Something dripping down my legs... My water's breaking, wait... The two of us look down. I don't see anything, obviously, but I can feel the water dripping and hear it falling on the floor.

- Oh... Is-is... Did...? Starts saying, Phil, as he looks back up at me. He seems lost and a bit scared.

- The suitcase is all packed in our closet. You just need to put it in the car, I remind him calmly as I feel another wave of pain hurting me. I groan out of pain as I feel Phil placing a hand over my belly and the other one finds its way to my hand. I squeeze his hand until the contraction is over. Staying calm is the best I can do right now...

- You're okay? Is it over? He asks me with a caring tone. I nod before looking up at him with teary eyes.

- I need to go to the hospital, Phil, my boyfriend didn't waste time and ran to get the suitcase to place it in his car. I stayed by myself for the next two minutes before he came back to get me. We left the apartment and walked to his car.

The ride felt so long for me. Maybe for Phil too... I don't know. He seemed so focus on the road but so worried at the same time. My boyfriend kept his left hand on the stirwheel while his other one held my hand tightly. He didn't let go once. Every time I would get a contraction, he would give it a squeeze and say sweet and encouraging words to help me go through it. It's like he was trying to take the pain away from me. The contractions are getting longer and they are more and more painful each time. I'm not going to lie, I let a tear rolling down my cheek as it felt like I was being snatched from inside. I don't usually cry over pain but this kind of pain... Wow! Phil wiped my few tears away instantly before taking hold of my hand once again. And to add more, during the ride, my water broke twice more which made me feel embarrassed and a bit more nervous. Staying calm is definitely the hardest thing to do right now... I told Phil, but he didn't seem to care about it certainly ruining his car seat. Instead, I just felt him rubbing the back of my hand softly. He just wants to calm me down the best he can all while driving us safely to the hospital.

At the hospital, he helped me walk inside the building all while rolling my suitcase. Phil screamed, calling for help. Doctors or nurses came to us instantly and they took care of me. Not even fifteen or twenty minutes later, Phil and I were in a room for patient in the maternity section. The doctors told me that I have to wait a few more hours as I am not dilated enough to greet our baby to this world. Thus, Phil stayed with me and helped me go through all of the hard moments so far.

Doctors came to check on me an hour ago. They said it was still not enough dilated for the baby to come but it's getting there. So I wait and wait, and endure the pain the contraction are giving me. I can't describe the pain with words. It's at such a level that, to understand it, we need to go through it.

Three hours later, I am slowly walking around the room with the help of Phil. I can feel myself sweating and my thighs starting to hurt.

- Wait, stop, stop, I say to my boyfriend as I hold my belly and lean forward a bit. I let groans of pain out which are almost screaming at this point. I agreed to take the epidural, but the pain is still intense... Phil is standing behind me, massaging my lower back to relax me. It hurts so much! I say with pain in my voice as I take deep breaths in and out.

- It's going to be okay, MC. Just tell yourself that we're soon going to be three at home, he tells me with a small cheerful tone as he keeps a positive vibe. But I can't bring up the positivity in me when I feel such pain at the moment.

- Phil, I need you-Ahh! I cry through the pain as I ignore his comment. Phil went to grab a chair from the room and helped me sit on it. I continue to groan in pain while my boyfriend kneels before me. I grip onto his shirt so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Phil lets me do, not bothered if I ruin his shirt or not.

- Breath, MC. Take deep breath, he tells me softly as he holds onto my hand that is griping his shirt. I groan and let a sudden sob out. The tears are coming up again... I start to slowly relax as the contraction is coming to an end. Phil feels it and rubs my hand as a sign of encouragement. You're doing very well, Gorgeous, he tells me as he wipes my tears away.

- Promise me you'll stay with me during the whole time I'll be giving birth, I tell him with some fear in my voice.

- Of course I will. Don't worry of me leaving because it's never going to happen, he says with a comforting tone. I nod to his response before letting a long breath out. I get up from the chair with Phil's help and walk back to the bed. My boyfriend helps me lay back on it. How much longer? I look at the monitor next to me when another wave of pain get me. They're getting closer and closer... And more intense. They seem to get closer and closer, states, Phil, as he grabbed my hand to let me squeeze it one more time. Ugh, what's this...?

- Get a nurse, please, I tell him with a surprising rushed tone.

- Something's wrong? He asks me, panic heard in his voice for a second. Something's wrong? What?

- Get a nurse, Phil! The baby's coming! I tell him as the urge of pushing feels more and more important. Without wasting time, Phil runs out of the room and go get a nurse like I asked him.

A few seconds later, Phil came back with doctors running behind him. He gets to my side and takes my hand in his one more time as the doctors get ready to help me give birth. It was one of the most intense moment in my life. I've never felt such pain before. I've never gave such energy before either. And I don't remember when was the last time I was this nervous. However, despite all of this, when our baby was finally here, I couldn't help but to feel overjoyed, alive. I just gave birth to my first baby... I made this little bundle of joy and I get to hold it for the first time! Phil almost fainted when they handed me the baby. It's so tiny! So adorable! It's mine. She's ours. The doctors gave a chair to Phil so he could sit. I looked at him and saw him shred tears of joy. I smiled as I was watching at the two loves of my life...

~ Few month later ~

- You, my little princess, are very beautiful in this pyjama. You definitely got the beauty from your mommy, you know that? Oh yes, you have a beautiful mom. But between you and me, you're the most beautiful one, I hear Phil saying discretely, yet not so discretely, to our daughter. The two of us are still living in this small apartment with our baby, but next month we are moving out to a new home. I cannot wait to be there. One, because we'll have more space. Two, because we'll get to make incredible memories there, and I can't wait to make them.

I am leaning against the door frame, smiling, when I see Phil tickling our baby girl. I hear her laughing which is just so adorable. She's so perfect!

- Should I be jealous? I suddenly say as I walk in. Phil softly laughs as he picks our baby up and turns around to face me.

- So jealous. Have you seen her face, Gorgeous? So adorable! Tells me, Phil, before he covers our daughter's face with sweet kisses. Our princess laughs once again under the tickles Phil is giving her. I laugh back and take my baby from her father's arms.

- I carried this baby. I gave birth to this baby. I was the first face she saw. Of course, I've seen her face, I reply with love as I kiss the top of her head delicately. Phil smiles at the sight of the two girls of his life before snaking his arms around my waist. He leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips, expressing all of his love.

- I love you, MC, so much, he whispers with love after pulling away.

- I love you too, Phil, I whisper back, getting on my tip toes to peck his lips once more. I let a small giggle out before walking out from our baby's room to go to the living room.

- Jessy agreed to take this princess for the weekend, so she comes in a few hours. We have two days for ourselves, tells me, my boyfriend, as I watch him taking a cigarette and his lighter out from his pocket.

- Mmmh... Should I understand something? I say with a suggestive tone while smirking. Phil chuckles as he walks towards the kitchen.

- Well, if you didn't, it's fine. I'll just have to show you tonight, my love, he responds before entering the kitchen and closing the door behind him. Phil has taken the habit to smoke away from me since I am pregnant. And ever since we brought our baby back home, he doesn't want to smoke near us so he locks himself in the kitchen and smokes by the window. I appreciate that. I really love his caring side. He's very thoughtful. I chuckle at Phil's comment as I sit on the sofa with my baby sitting on my legs...

- Daddy definitely knows what he is doing to mommy. Oh yes, I say to my baby girl as I hold her against my chest.

~ Later that night ~

Jessy came about two hours ago and picked up our little girl for two nights. I'm not going to lie, I already miss her. I can't wait to go pick her up from her aunt's. I haven't been separated from her ever since we brought her home. It feels weird.

On the other hand, I'm really glad to have a real dinner just between Phil and I. It's not our first one, but all of those little things we do for each other always make them special to me.

I got ready about an hour ago and now I'm preparing for the super. Phil is getting ready as well. He should be done by now but I haven't seen him got out from the bathroom yet. Oh, where's the salt?

- Phil? Where’s the salt? I ask my boyfriend as I look in all of the closets in our kitchen. I wait for an answer but I don't hear anything. Phil? Babe? I call him once again as I thought he didn't hear me. Why is he not answering? I frown confused and step out from the kitchen to enter the living room. Phi...? I was about to call him when I hear one of my favorite songs playing. The floor is covered of petals of roses, the light isn't too bright or too low which gives a romantic atmosphere, and candles are lite up around the room. In the middle of the living room, Phil is standing there, wearing a nice black trousers with a white shirt half button up. His hair are well tied back in a bun. He looks amazing! Phil, what’s going on? I ask him while giggling. We had romantic dinners before but this one... Wow!

- MC, he calls me as he walks over to me. Phil offers me a beautiful rose which I acceot. The petals are colored of a deep red. You’re so beautiful, he says with a sincere tone. However, he sounded surprisingly nervous. His voice shaked a bit.

- You alright? I've never seen you nervous before, I ask him with some concern. Phil smiles and nods before taking a step back. He clears his throat and take a deep breath in and out. What's taking him?

- Before meeting you, I was... Nothing. I mean, I was just Phil Hawkins, the guy who owns a bar and loved sleeping around with women. That’s all I was and that’s all I knew. But... Things changed... I stare at my boyfriend, listening to his speech. He seems so nervous... He's taking all of his courage to do this confession. Ever since that night we had together at your birthday, you helped me learn that I could have more than what I had. You helped me learn how to be a real man. You helped me realized that I am worth something. You showed me that I could have a real woman, with a real home, and a child of our own. I realized that I could create a whole story with the partner of my life. You gave and keep giving me what nobody ever gave me and... Phil suddenly stops talking. I smile at his words as I start to feel teary. Why is he saying all of this suddenly? Why is he so nervous and emotional? Suddenly, Phil gets down on one knee and pulls a red velvet box out from his pocket.

- Phil...! I exclaim, covering my mouth with my hand.

- You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, MC. You gave me a beautiful daughter, you gave me the chance to change and to become a better man, and you gave me real love. I love you so much, Gorgeous. So... I watch Phil opening the small box, revealing a beautiful ring. I gasp in surprise as I feel my first tears rolling down my cheeks. Wi... Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and to live the rest of your life with me? Asks me, Phil, popping the question that can change our whole life. My eyes alternate between the ring and his eyes.

- Yes... Yes! Yes! Yes! I exclaim with happiness as I cannot stop the tears flowing down my cheeks. Phil smiles brightly as I feel him putting the ring on my finger. My man stands back up on his feet and envelopes my waist with his arms before crashing his lips on mine with so much fierce. I answer to his kiss, the two of us giving as much love as we can through the kiss. The two of us pull away, but he sticks his forehead on mine.

- Let's go make another baby, he tells me playfully, yet, with seriousness. I laugh and give him another kiss before pulling away.

- Fine, but you carry it this time, I reply with the same playful tone he used. Phil picks me up and I circle his waist with my legs.

- I can't do that. And you did an amazing job with our first baby. You can only just do as amazing with the second one, he says as he begins to devour my neck and jawline while bringing up to our bedroom.

That night was one of the best and most magical night I've ever had. Everything is just going so well. I have my baby girl, my boyfriend is now my fiancé, we're moving inside a new house next month... And who knows, maybe our family will grow in a few months. It's a whole new beginning for us and I cannot wait to live it the fullest!