#make sure you stay hydrated and take a bath crying can fuck you up

[sperm-banksy]

miguel purposefully giving reader lots of fluids to drink then fucking them silly. reader tells miguel to stop for a second because she has to use the restroom, but miguel doesn't stop and makes reader piss all over him. 👀

┊͙ 🅟🅘🅢🅢 🅓🅐🅓🅓🅨 🅜🅘🅖🅖🅨 ┊͙

Tags: short, drabble, piss, daddy!Miguelxfem!reader (not incest dw youth group weirdo’s)

OHHOHOHO YEAHHHHHHH

Miguel just likes to make sure you’re taking care of yourself and staying hydrated. He’s always filling up your water bottle, because he’s so sweet and attentive! Not for any other reason!!

And when he’s got your feet behind your fucking head to bully his cock into you as far as possible, you feel like you’re going to explode.

Miguel pushes one large palm against your abdomen, and you swear you can feel his cock in your throat. That’s when you feel it, the build up, the culmination of Miguel’s sweet attention.

“You take me so well Mami, this pussy was made for me.”

You preen at his words, but there’s an all too familiar tingle that’s building in your bladder.

“Da- Daddy,” you hiccup, “I gotta, I need to use the bathroom.” And Miguel can’t help but coo at how sweet and worried you sound. He brushes a tear from your burning cheek.

“I want you to make a mess f’me, Princess, you can do that for Daddy right?” The gears turn pitifully slow in your fuck-out mind, but realization hits you like an ice bath.

Miguel gives you no time to argue, pressing down against your tummy hard and slapping his balls against your ass with fervor. In this position, you can’t cross your legs for relief. You’re being dutifully and purposely fucked wide open with no opportunity to stop what’s about to come out.

You’re doomed once he starts rubbing your clit, babbling please’s and Daddy’s and a humiliating, Gonna make a mess.

“I know you are, Mami. Let me see it, make a mess all over Daddy.”

And you can’t tell if your cumming or pissing first, but everything comes out at once with a pitiful sob. You and Miguel are both covered in your piss and tears and drool, and you only stop crying when Miguel pushes his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on.

You’re gooey and warm like he’s never felt before. Miguel’s newly baptized with your mess all over him, and cums deep inside your still-spasming cunt.

“Such a sweet. Messy. Naughty. Little thing.” He kisses your leaking pussy with every word. Open mouth and warm tongue bringing you sack down into reality.

He’ll lick and nibble at your spent hole until you’re trying to rip him away, he’ll give you a break eventually. Probably. Maybe.

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[wannab-urs]

Only Good Girls

Summary: Dave reminds you why you should always be a good girl for him. 

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: PWP/plot what plot, Reader has hair that can be pulled; fingering f receiving; squirting; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; choking; rough sex as punishment; unprotected p in v; mirror sex; bondage (necktie around the wrists behind the back); toaster strudel not a twinkie; excessive hair pulling, see A/N 1

A/N 1 (Important): This is technically really bad BDSM because there are moments where reader would be completely unable to safeword; however, we are going to suspend disbelief and assume they have some sort of system worked out. This is a pre-established dom/sub relationship with safewords, expectations, and limits all negotiated prior to these events. Additionally, I didn’t write the aftercare into the fic. Dave cleans reader up, wraps her in his arms and cuddles with her for a while, makes sure she’s hydrated, and takes a nice soothing bath with her. He’s a good dom! Everyone is happy and having a good time. Promise. 

A/N 2: What happens when a bunch of horny bitches start sending each other tumblr posts about choking, hair pulling, mirror sex, neckties, and dave york? This happens. Inspo is mostly from this post. posting at 6 am bc i think it's funny to post insane smut at the buttcrack of dawn.

Dave York Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

Dave grabs your shoulders and spins you to face the floor length mirror. He’s fully clothed in his suit from work, behind your completely naked figure, and you feel yourself get wet from the sight alone. 

You watch his reflection as he slowly unknots his tie. He pulls it from around his neck and runs the length of silk through his hands. 

“Hands behind your back.” 

You comply immediately, not wanting to make your punishment worse. He wraps the tie around your wrists and slips two fingers between the fabric and your wrists.

“Too tight?”

“No, sir.” 

“Kneel,” he commands. 

The hardwood bites into your knees as you drop to the floor in front of him. You meet his eyes in the mirror. You feel yourself get even wetter as he unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt and slowly, carefully, rolls each sleeve up to his elbows revealing his tanned, muscular forearms. 

He unbuckles his belt, grabs the buckle and pulls it free of his belt loops. You jump as the metal buckle clangs on the floor beside you. He grabs your shoulders and guides you forward until your face is pressed into the floor. 

You hear him settle on his knees behind you before two of his thick fingers plunge into your pussy without warning. You cry out at the sudden intrusion. Dave brings a hand down on your left ass cheek.

“You will be silent unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?” His voice sounds completely unaffected. Bastard. 

“Yes, sir,” you whimper.

He curls his fingers against your front wall and starts pumping rapidly. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to hold back a scream. You can’t squirm away in your current position, forced to take the overwhelming sensation. You roll your lips in, squeeze your eyes shut, and will yourself to stay silent as he catapults you over the edge. Your fingernails dig into your palms as your body seizes around his fingers and your juices coat his hand. 

He doesn’t even give you a moment to relax before he’s fucking his fingers into you again, this time using his other hand to assault your clit. You start to think he’s going to punish you by giving you so many orgasms you never want to come again. 

The sound of your soaking wet cunt fills the air as he plunges his fingers into you again and again. You try to rock your hips back into him, but he has you pinned in place. You bite your lip so hard you taste copper, wanting so badly to stay silent and please him. You’re so fucking close. Your body is a tightened coil on the verge of snapping. A small whimper escapes you as another wave of pleasure courses through your body. 

His hands leave you immediately, and a pitiful whine falls from your lips as your high is snatched away from you. 

“Quiet, little one. Or I’ll have to gag you.”

You nod, your cheek dragging on the floor. Dave brings his hand down on your ass again, harder than before, and you clench around nothing

“Yes, sir!” 

Dave sits back on his haunches. You’re spread out in front of him, holes on display for him, arms quivering in their tie, shoulders heaving with your shaky breaths. Beautiful. 

He opens his dress pants, pulling his cock out and stroking it with the mess you made on his hand. Moments later you feel his blunt head swiping through your folds. He presses slowly in, making sure you feel the drag of every inch of his thick cock.

It feels like hours before he’s buried to the hilt inside you. He fists one hand in your hair and wraps the other around your throat, pulling your head back until you’re gazing into the mirror again.

“Look at you, pretty girl. All stretched out on my cock. Does it feel good?” 

Your eyes slowly focus and you see his broad frame behind you and your body molded to his liking by his hands. Your cunt spasms, squeezing his cock like a vice. 

“Feels so fucking good, sir,” you moan. You’re starting to wonder how this is a punishment.

He draws his hips back achingly slowly and then plunges into you so hard you think your ass will be bruised from his hip bones. Your breath is audibly punched out of you. He jerks your head back a bit further, forcing your back to arch as he slams his hips into you again. Oh fuck. 

He sets a brutal pace, slamming into you over and over. He uses his grip on your throat and hair to keep your eyes on him, his fist in your hair tightening every time you start to close them. You try and fail not to let out a scream when the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. His hand tightens on your throat, until the only noise that can escape is a pathetic gasp for breath. 

He pulls your back to his chest by your throat and fucks up into your soaking cunt, his cock pounding into your spongy front wall. He grunts into your ear with the force of his thrusts, driving you even wilder. Your core tightens around his cock, your whole body feeling like a coiled spring, until finally the tension snaps. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as wave after wave of pleasure wracks your body before you go limp in his arms.

He lets go of your throat and you’re held up only by his punishing grip on your hair. He drops you back onto the floor, limp as a rag doll and still speared on his thick cock. His left hand grips your hip so hard it will leave fingertip shaped bruises in your flesh, and his right hand wraps around the tie on your wrists. His thumb strokes your hip almost tenderly as he pulls out until only the head of his cock is inside you. 

“You’re allowed to scream now,” he says menacingly. 

He growls as he drags you by your wrists back onto his cock. He sets a pace just as brutal as before, filling the room with the sound of your ass colliding with his thighs and your screams of ecstasy. Your whole body feels wrung out like a used dish rag, but he feels so fucking good inside you that you don’t care. 

He drags you back into him over and over, loving the way you give your body over to him completely. He brings his left hand down on your ass cheek just to hear you moan. You want to beg him to let you come again, but all you manage is a weak please groaned into the floorboards. 

“Come on baby. Give me one more,” he groans, as if he read your mind. 

His hand snakes around the front of your body and finds your clit, dragging rough circles on it as he continues to bury himself inside you. It’s only moments before you’re coming again, sobbing and babbling thank yous and curses. Your body convulses, trying to curl in on itself, to escape the overwhelming feeling of him inside you, but you still whine when he pulls out. 

He lets go of you completely and you collapse onto the floor in a heap. You hear the wet sound of his fist on his cock and realize what he’s doing. 

“Sir, please!” 

His hand once again meets the flesh of your still stinging ass cheeks and you let out a pathetic sob into the floorboards. He strokes his cock until you feel the wet spurts of his cum cover your ass and thighs. You turn your tear soaked face up to look at him, about to ask why he didn’t come inside you, but he beats you to it.

“Only good girls get filled up.”

[fyodior]

Wait oh my god, omega reader in heat with alpha verlaine AND alpha Rimbaud 👁️

hhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ok so we've already discussed this some, and what i think their different strengths as heat partners would be -- verlaine would be much better at alleviating your sexual needs whereas rimbaud is likely better with the emotional/physical support. basically verlaine will fuck you raw and rimbaud will make sure you drink water

so i definitely think they tag team it like that. when you wake up agitated and so horny you can't breathe, rimbaud will rub your back and do breathing exercises with you as verlaine gets himself hard fjdjfjfd and as he fucks you, rimbaud will prepare some light food and drinks to make sure you stay hydrated and fed, which he has to really encourage you to take a few bites of afterwards. your insanely overwhelming omega hormones and scent drive verlaine fucking crazy and he ends up fucking you half to death so you're rightfully exhausted jjfjdsjfdj but rimbaud is still going to gently force you to eat and drink, and will help you either take a shower or bath afterwards. he's pretty adamant about keeping you clean too. he'll help you rearrange your nest when it falls in disarray and scent/provide you with every single sweater he owns to comfort you when pieces of your nest inevitably need to be washed. he is the most gentle, patient, and loving caretaker

verlaine on the other hand. his talent is fucking. it's not that he's a bad person and doesn't want to provide you with emotional support, that's just something he has almost no experience with and doesn't even know where to start. that being said, he'll very gladly still try, and his hugs and cuddles and sweet words are very very comforting. but good god no one does it like him. when you've fallen back into the subspace-like, primal horniness and your pawing at verlaine and whining, he'll be very gentle and kissy as he lays you on your back and spreads your legs open. shhh honey, its ok, he'll whisper into your ear as you whine and cry out, your body overwhelmed by its own biology. i'll take good care of you, give you what you need, make you feel all better. which is exactly what he does ehhehehehe you're screeching and clawing at his back as he stuffs you so full of his cock you can feel your guts rearranging. he marks and scents you just like a good alpha should, and you breathe a little easier when you inhale his scent on you. even though he's not in rut, he has to be careful and hold himself back, because your pheromones and slick that's leaving him and the sheets absolutely soaked are triggering his own alpha instincts, but he knows when you're in such a fragile state he could hurt you badly if he gives in. he will indulge and force your thighs wide open so he can spend damn near an hour drinking up every ounce of slick you have to offer - it's so fucking sweet and absolutely intoxicating, and having his tongue shoved inside of you is a good alternative when he's waiting to get hard again. and exactly like a good alpha should -- he knots you. a switch flips in you as soon as the base of his cock swells and he releases all of his cum right into your womb, one that allows you to calm down even just the slightest amount. it feels so right to be full of his cum and for it to be plugged up inside you, for the two of you to be physically inseparable, even for just a short bit of time. verlaine's knot gets big, and your painfully sensitive, swollen cunt stings and aches as he stretches you out even further than his own girth, but you've never felt like something has belonged to you more.

all of this isn't to say that rimbaud won't support you sexually ever, he just doesn't have that high of a sex drive. he can and will fuck you slow and sweet with his fuller cock, draping himself over your back and spreading your cheeks wide so he can rub his cock over every single inch of your pussy, and fill every single crevice with his cum. he gets chilly though, so typically he'll want to fuck buried deep inside the nest under the covers. i can see him teasing you sometimes, though, wanting to have a little fun. im imagining verlaine is gone for some reason, either just in the shower or off very briefly to see chuuya or something, and rimbaud is your only alpha for the next hour or so. hormones dont care when and where the best time would be to fuck, though. you've woken rimbaud up and pounced on him, mewling please pleaseplease, arthur please i need you to fuck me, but he's still half asleep and not really in the mood. so, with a small smirk, he'll position you onto his lap and kiss you, whispering honey sweet words onto your lips. "you can take care of yourself just this once, can't you? for me?" you cock your head a bit, confused as your brain is cloudy, but get the point after he yanks your soaked panties off and grabs hold of your hips to help you rock against his thigh. you gasp as your swollen clit rubs against his toned thigh, finally understanding what he means. he doesn't have to convince you more, you can be a big girl and do it yourself this time. he offers you a sleepy smile as you throw your arms around his neck and start frantically humping his thigh, dirty moans and whines directed right into his ear as your body shakes. your heightened senses makes the stimulation feel blinding, and your body seems to have a separate mind of its own as grind down on his thigh, lips spreading so you can get direct contact with your clit. you're wet, so wet, and rimbaud almost thinks you've wet yourself as you come not long after, but it's just the ungodly amount of slick and squirt released from inside you as you succumb to your orgasm, shaking and crying. you collapse into rimbaud's arms, and that's how verlaine finds the two of you when he finally returns. you passed out, drooling on his chest as he hugs you close and pets your hair.

moving on from sex (booooo boo tomato tomato tomato) i just wanted to briefly talk about how sweet i think verlaine and rimbaud would be about you blabbering about having pups. clearly, heats have one purpose and one purpose only, to breed -- and that's what you want. they'll very patiently listen as you whine about how badly you want to get pregnant, how badly you need them to get you pregnant, and just pet your hair and laugh. it'll come with time, my love. just wait, they'll coo. they'll tell you how beautiful you'd look pregnant with their pups, and jokingly argue about who's pup you'd carry first. they decide to settle it with a game of rock, paper, scissors, and verlaine wins. here's to hoping you have cute little blonde pups <3

and that is just a mild glimpse into what i think alpha verlaine and rimbaud would be like when reader is in heat <3

[littlesislovesyou]

I'm really sorry I got overwhelmed today and I'm still unable to sleep and I finally get some time to myself :c but I hope you had an okay day and if not I'd love to brighten it up if I could...I hope you're hydrated and are doing well sweet girl 💗

But to answer in order

No you didn't make me feel uncomfortable at all lol I just have...problems with my gender and identity yk? I don't know who I am or who I want to be or it changes from day to day. And idk I guess I'm used to that bothering people or them not wanting to deal with that lol but I do enjoy your company as well sweetheart and perhaps more than we both should yeah XD we're both being led by temptation mixed with a sweetness, taboo and excitement we're trying our best to resist (and failing because you're too hot to have restraint for long and my thoughts are somehow endearing and driving you nuts as well <333)

I'll see if I have the energy to respond to the other ask but I might not and if I pass out I'm really sorry. I know you look forward to my responses and it makes me happy to do drive you crazy but I'm reaching my body limitations and I just need a power nap after today lmaoo but we can always cuddle naked though and I'll hold you tight and sleepily fuck you to sleep~ 🖤

And I appreciate that you appreciate my asks and feel the passion n love behind them as well as the long, perhaps overly detailed thoughts I have in my head lol I'm gonna put some love in you- I mean uh. I'm gonna creampie you 🤭🔪

Why not both ; p

My pretty babygirl mutual~ 💕 I was gonna call you something else but I'm wondering if that's too much...?

I hope you sleep well when you do though and have the sweetest dreams about your horny, masked stranger... 🤫

I need to feel you pressed up against my back in the shower...your tits covered in soap and pushed up against me as you help me wash my back while you subtly none subtly tease my cock until we're rinsed of all soap and I pin you against the bathtub and fuck you while we're relaxing and enjoying the heat if the bath mixed with our feral desires clashing 🥵

Awe nooo please don’t feel bad for taking care of yourself first 🥺💗 I’d much rather you did, I really do understand honestly, hopefully you were able to soak up as much you time as you could💗 I’m sorry to hear that your day was overwhelming, I know how stressful that can be, so if you ever need a break or to take care of yourself, never feel bad💗 I will always understand!

You better stay hydrated too>:)💗💗 and have a wonderful day!

I’m sorry, that must be difficult for you as well, but you can’t help how you feel, we’re only human, I hope you know that’s not something that would ever bother me, I’m sure🖤 if you ever do decide to message don’t be worried about that!💗

Ugh you’re exactly right about that one 🥺🫶 you just have a hold on me! And my pussy;’) 💗 hehe I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself as well<3 I wanna make it fun for you too

Ahh they are endearing though, you say the most fucked up stuff to me and my heart is like hshsksnshdjso and then my pussy is crying 🥺💗 hehehe

Ahh that’s alright! I actually went to bed at an earlier time work wiped me out so it’s no worries and like I said I just want you to take care of yourself🥺💗 you’re not always going to be able to write me long dirty detailed scenarios all the time;’) 💗💗💗 but hey I would never say no to you fucking me sleepily<3333 just the most soft, sweet but lustful fuck, hhh I would be so tight around you I won’t lie💗

I hope the rest helped and I hope your night was good 🥺💗 today is a new day, maybe it’ll be better than yesterday<3

Really why not both hm?;’) 💗 it better than just picking one! Alsooo what were you going to call me? I’m curious ;0 I’m sure it’s not to much at all ya cutie<3

Ahh;’) I’m sure my dirty dreams are filled with you masked up and dumping your cum into me💕💕💕 the sweetest of them all hehe<3

I’m off today so hopefully I’ll be around today 🥺💗 I missed my dirty depraved lovely mutual💗💗💗

[gocatboygo]

I don't know if anyone cares about me anymore! I feel so alone and I don't know what to do. I can't stop crying. I can't ask for help.

i know how you feel :( it’ll get better, im sorry ur having such an awful day

[lale-txt]

Raffle Prize: Aftercare w/ Zoro & afab!reader

a/n: 3rd prize that went to @some-piece! they requested:

"would you be okay with writing aftercare fluff, Zoro treating afab/fem reader after rough sex (idk, impact play, painplay, just Zoro being extra Zoro, tbh details don't matter, it's just background for the core of text)? with maybe a little sprinkle of praise kink? idk just soft marimo hours :p"

i went a bit more descriptive on the smut part to set the mood (sweats) but i promise it's a good balance and i made it extra fluff in the end!

contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, cunt used to describe genitals), rough sex, penetration (reader receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex (no breeding or pregnancy implied), soft aftercare as requested <3

word count: 585

“There you go, babe, just like that.” 

Zoro’s cock was buried deep inside of you from behind, hitting all your sweet spots, drawing out vicious mewls from you. You arch your back a little more, your hot walls clenching unbridled around him as his thrusts get more sloppy. Despite your whimpering and begging he kept fucking you through your orgasm and at this point you had stopped counting how many it were. Every now and then he would hold still to feel the throbbing of your wet cunt around him, a low growl escaping his throat as he spanked your ass, the sharp pain of it making you cry out loud for more.

“Now be good and let me make a pretty little mess out of you.”

You hold your breath as Zoro’s hands dig deeper in the flesh of your hips, pulling you closer onto his cock. No matter how often he fucked you like this, feral, with insatiable hunger, you just couldn’t get enough of him, of his fingernails leaving red trails on your skin, drawing constellations between love bruises like a tiny universe itself. Maybe that’s why all you can see are stars with every thrust of his, hitting your insides a little deeper than before, until he cums with a groan and one hand in your hair, trembling as he is bent over you, biting your neck as he fucks you a little longer until his load is running down your thighs.

Both of you slump onto the mattress, breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. Zoro kisses your neck softly when he pulls out carefully, leaving a trail of kisses down your spine before he rolls over on his back. His face is flushed and his chest heaving, covered with a thin sheen of sweat. 

“C’mere, love.” 

He pats himself on the shoulder, opening his arms wide for you to crawl into them. You sigh in deep relief when he wraps them around you, holding you tight as you both just lie and breathe to the sound of your drumming heartbeats. Zoro leans his head against yours as you nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck, finding calmness in his warmth and scenth, the feeling of coming home. He smiles when you hum softly against his skin, drawing small circles on your skin with his fingertips, being extra gentle on the parts that had burnt up under his touch previously. 

Between whispered sweet confessions he reaches for some water next to the bed, making sure you stay hydrated; he also offers to make you a little snack and draw you a bath which sounds tempting but you don’t want him to get up just yet. Instead he throws the blanket over the two of you, pulling it up to the tip of your nose as he kisses your forehead, gently brushing your hair out of your face. When you close your eyes and sink deeper into his embrace, he places soft kisses on your eyelids, mumbling over and over how he adored you and what a lucky man he was ever since you walked into his life.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to doze off together, tangled up in each other's arms; both of you smiling in your sleep even though no dream could be sweeter than the reality of sharing a love like you two had. Pure and warm, as free as the wind blowing your sails; sometimes quiet but always there. Forever.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 1

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for blood, language, brief nudity. Later chapters will be M Warnings: Nah fam Summary: Local vampire finds out she can't kill soft human (because they're soulmates, baby), human becomes insufferable bastard, oops they fuck later. Soulmate AU where if one person gets injured, their soulmate feels the same amount of pain and receives a scar in the relevant area.

1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring

It’s not that you had expected to survive this- being locked in the dungeon of Castle Dimitrescu, waiting for the day you’re picked to be someone’s meal. Oh no, you had given up on surviving long ago, it was just that… well, you had hoped that someone with a softer touch would do you in. But here you were, too exhausted to cry, hanging naked in front of none other than Cassandra Dimitrescu. Her eyes were trailing you up and down, examining every inch of your skin, every flaw, every unique trait. It was like she was making a mental map of which parts of you would taste best. Goddamn, you wanted to spit in her face, or scream, or say something, anything that might make her feel even an ounce of what you had felt for weeks.

But you know that she’s already planning to kill you, and to make it painful. Why give her any more reason? Why dare her to find a worse way to end your life? There was no good answer, so you stayed still, just watched her move. Maybe if you looked bored enough she’d make it quick, just stab a knife in you and drink you up like a capri sun. Or, maybe, if you kept a straight face, she would admire your courage. Oh, how you longed for people to think of you kindly now, in your last moments, when dying clean and pretty was no longer an option.

Pulling a blade from some hidden sheathe, Cassandra approaches you with a wicked grin. There’s still blood on her lips from her last victim. Had they not sated her? Or had she been like this for some time? When she inevitably drank from you, how long would your blood remain on her lips? You weren’t sure that you wanted to know. In your mind, you picture her cleaning up as soon as she was done with you. It does not make you feel any better. Neither does the way she traces a finger across your chest, left to right, practicing for the incision to follow. She pauses to lick her lips, making direct eye contact as she does.

What happens next passes by so quickly that you don’t process any of it until the whole ordeal is over. The blade’s tip digs into your chest, just below your collarbone, before dragging along half the width of your torso. It hurts like hell, but you manage to keep your misery to yourself. But your pain is soon replaced with confusion; Cassandra screams, loud enough to echo throughout the basement, doubling over herself. In an instant her knife has clattered to the floor, forgotten. Instinct takes over your brain, the default programing kicking in, and you say something that fills you with instant regret.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is a bit quiet, and raw, worn out from lack of hydration. But it is enough, evidently, for Cassandra to hear. She’s rising back up and glaring at you, one hand clutching her chest. Something in her expression tells you that she thinks you’re mocking her. While that wasn’t technically the case, there was a part of you that found joy in this, watching your captor get a taste of their own medicine. The question left in your mind was why she was in pain. “I’ll take that as a no,” you said, again left with regret at your choices.

Now her hand is swiping at your face, nails cutting you open. Once more she hisses in pain, now clutching her head, shaking a little as she does. When she meets your gaze, you see that she’s more confused than anything. More than that, you see the marks on her face, knowing instantly that they match your own. Oh hell no, you thought, grimacing.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Cassandra growled through clenched teeth. Bouncing back and forth on her heels, she seems tense, unsure of how to process what’s happening. You feel the same way, desperately wanting to pretend that this doesn’t mean you’re her soulmate. Maybe the universe had just messed up, crossing some wires, or decided to pull a prank on the two of you. Either way it was better than the alternative. Eager to think about something else, you start considering your options. The first that comes to mind is ridiculous. Stupid, really. But would it amuse you? Absolutely.

“Not gonna lie, I feel better about the idea of you killing me now. Feel free to make it painful, darlin’, I won’t mind,” you snarked, lips curling up into a smirk. Oh boy was it satisfying to watch Cassandra’s response. One of her hands raises to smack you, only for her to freeze before releasing a torrent of swears. Hurting you meant hurting herself. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little aching? Haven’t you ever imagined what it’s like to be on the other side of things? Under the blade yourself, blood soaking your skin, eyes too dry for even a single tear? Poor thing,” you purred, tone as teasing as it could get. Apparently it’s aggravating enough for Cassandra to fight through the pain, as she slams her fist into your stomach, leaving both of you gasping for breath. “This is fun-” you pause to cough out a few drops of blood- “really, really fun. Hey, if you kill me, how bad do you think you’ll feel?”

Before Cassandra can react, either to speak or hurt you worse, the sound of approaching footsteps draws her attention. From where you hang you can’t see much, too many cells and hanging bodies blocking your vision. But your “soulmate” seemed to know who was coming. Her face scrunches up a little, and she adjusts her robes, trying to cover the mark on her chest. Had you not still been coughing, you would have sarcastically asked her how she intended to hide her face.

“What the hell is going on, Cassandra?” An unfamiliar voice asked. The footsteps grew louder, and faster, until the new figure stood in the same cell as you. Not even bothering to spare you a glance, she approaches Cassandra, reaching to examine her face. “Did a prisoner manage to get you? I’ve told you a thousand times-”

“Don’t fucking touch me, sis,” Cassandra snapped, pushing away her sister’s hand. Both of them are visibly tense, and for a moment they stand still, staring each other down. Then the sister (who you assume to be Bela, from things you’ve overheard recently) shifts her focus to you. Something tells you that she has no intentions of being gentle.

“Did you do this, you rotten little thing?” Bela questioned, glaring at you hard enough to send a shiver down your spine. But that doesn’t stop you from trying to have some more fun.

“Oh, of course I did! I rattled my chains real good, scared the shit out of her, made her fall on her own knife a few times. You know, like that one musical?” You must look insane as you speak, grin wide but face dripping with blood. If it unnerves Bela, she hides it well, though you doubt it does. As soon as you’re done poking fun she’s pulling out her sickle. Still grinning, you make eye contact with Cassandra, who realizes what’s happening a second too late. Then the two of you cry out in unison, as the blade carves into your shoulder. Instantly Bela pulls back, stunned, turning to her sister with genuine concern. “I might have lied. Rest assured though, it was for comedic purposes.”

The next thing you know the two sisters are shuffling away from you, Cassandra begrudgingly being dragged along by Bela. Though the younger of the two had been adamant about not receiving help, she now had little choice in the matter, skin searing from your blood bond. Even you are starting to breathe harder than you’d like.

“Was it something I said?” You barked, barely able to manage a fit of giggles between your coughing. Bela shoots you a glare over her shoulder, but quickly returns her attention to her sister. They talk, quickly, soft enough that you can only make out a few words here and there. It’s hard to make meaning from it, especially considering their vastly different tones. Cassandra is pure anger, gestures fast and wide, while Bela is oddly solemn, even regretful. When you finally catch a couple full sentences, things start to make a little more sense, though you wish they didn’t.

“We can kill them painlessly, in their sleep. That way you won’t have to suffer,” Bela whispered. She’s doing her best to comfort her sister, despite the tension in the room, gently patting her on the back. Briefly, you make eye contact with her. In that moment she looks equal parts executor and unwilling jury. But she looks away quickly, even shifting her angle to prevent it from happening again.

“No, fuck that, fuck this, I’m… I’m not killing them. Nobody is,” Cassandra growled, daring to emphasize her point by pushing Bela away. Now it’s her turn to look at you, brows furrowed, eyes betraying something more than just anger. Somehow it’s a million times worse than when she first came in. You strain yourself trying to look away, cursing the chains keeping you in place, resorting to closing your eyes and pretending none of this was real. “I don’t care what you think, Bela. They’re already my ‘meal’, might as well get what enjoyment out of this that I can.”

Again, footsteps echo through the basement. Tension locks your muscles in place, and your eyes are still clamped shut, to the point that you don’t realize your chains are being undone until you’ve hit the ground. Cursing under your breath, you finally open your eyes again. There’s blood on the floor, only some of it yours, and you’re suddenly aching for a bath. More than that, though, you’re praying for something to cover yourself with. Certainly Cassandra didn’t need to see everything, now that you weren’t a piece of meat for her to enjoy? As if reading your mind, the middle Dimitrescu daughter flings open a nearby cabinet, messily searching for something. Eventually she gives a hum of approval, then tosses a blanket in your direction.

“Put it on, dipshit, then follow me,” she snapped, already walking away. For a moment you’re tempted to stay there, sitting still, waiting to see how long it would take for her to notice. But one look from Bela sends the thought back to whatever crevice of your mind it crawled out of. So you’re moving, hastily, awkwardly wrapped in a somewhat itchy blanket. Other prisoners eye you as you pass, some shouting curses or even spitting at you. At first Cassandra takes no notice, or simply doesn’t care, but eventually the noise seems to irritate her. Turning back, she takes her sickle in hand and slams the handle into the bars of a cell. It’s loud, making you flinch, but gets everyone’s attention. “Next one to make a peep gets the blood eagle!”

“Is that, like, a sex thing?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself. Laughter rings out around you from the few prisoners capable of it. Cassandra is seething again, looking about ready to kill you. Then she’s shifting into swarm mode, spreading out wide, insects barreling through half the occupied cells. A few cries escape the prisoners, as the flies take bites out of them, cutting a perfect balance between pain and (a lack of) lethality. They’d be suffering for days to come, every movement making their wounds ache. “Not a sex thing, got it,” you muttered to yourself, just as Cassandra reforms in front of you. This time she grabs the blanket you’re wrapped in, using it to tug you forward, sending you towards the exit.

“Shut up for five minutes and I might let you put on actual clothes,” she growled, keeping one hand on your back to guide you. The offer is the closest thing to kindness you’ve seen from her, and you have half a mind to do what she says. Would you actually manage to keep quiet for that long? Well, you were certainly looking forward to finding out...

[angy-mouse]

Schlatt having a rough day at work and just just completely wrecking his sub while they cry, growling "who's my good fucking whore?" "I-I am daddy!" "That's fucking right", wrapping a hand around her throat, and then taking such good care of his baby, getting a bath ready, making sure they're hydrated cause "I can't fuck you if I break you" but secretly loves doting on her

only did the 2nd half of this but the 1st half is implied

The moments after Schlatt came were always filled with silence. Nothing but the sounds of both of you panting, him into your neck and you into the sheets usually. Then for you came the fear. The worry that you were about to get kicked out, that all those things he said in the moment were true, that you’d fulfilled your purpose and he no longer had a need for you.

They came his lips on the back of your neck. The gentle hands rubbing your waist. “I’ve gotcha, doll,” he mutters as he pulls out. “Come on,” he coos, turning you over so you can wrap your arms around his neck as he picks you up. “There you go, we’re just goin’ for a little walk, baby.”

He’d sit on the wooden bench he put in his bathroom for this exact reason, placing you gently on his lap while he started the bath. He’d pull a water bottle from his stash, maybe a health potion if he roughed you up more than usual. “Drink up for me, doll,” he’d always plead as you tried to burrow into his forest of chest hair and fall asleep there. “Come on, baby, I need you to drink something.”

It was always the whine in his voice that got to you. Your big, strong, deep-voiced lover would drop the tough-guy act, letting his fluffy ears droop and his eyes become more puppy-like as he pleaded with you to just let him take care of you. The way he was always so relieved when you straightened up and let him guide the mouth of the bottle to your lips, gulping down the cool water. The way he have you a light squeeze once you were finished, a little ‘good job’. It made you break every time.

“Let’s get you washed up,” he hums, turning off the tap and climbing into the tub with you, placing you between his legs. He always picked up the water bottle you just finished and filled it with bath water, tipping your chin back and wetting your hair. He was so gentle as he grabbed for the fancy shampoo he’d bought you after the first night you stayed over and couldn’t wash your hair- he bought you fancy everything after that. Anything with bath or body on the label somehow found its way into his bathroom (obviously he’d never admit he bought it for you) but in time he learned your products and kept them stocked.

A quiet ‘thank you,’ always found its way out of your mouth, usually as his fingers worked at the knots in your back, having gotten distracted as he was washing it. “Nothin’ to thank me for,” he’d always mutter back with a kiss to your temple and a blush across his cheeks. “I keep my toys in mint condition, doll, I'd never want you to break.”

[batwritings]

I never requested something so i hope I’m doing it right, if not I probably will cry/j I love your writing so much it like so we’ll done!

I’ve been having such like soft!dom techno brainrot. Imagine techno with a Trans!male s/o, and them feeling just bad and gross about himself. And techno just fucks him nice and softly, praising him and telling him how great and handsome he is ::DD

I hope that’s good, and I hope you have a wonderful day/night! drink some water and make sure to eat!

also idk how to do this but could I be 🚬 anon????

You have indeed done this correctly! I’m just very slow but I’m trying my best! Also aaaaaaa this hits so close to home ; o ; please, please give, I need him in my life. I hope you also have a wonderful night/day, are staying hydrated, and eating when you can! Enjoy~!

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You tried your best to make sure Techno never saw the looks you gave yourself. The tired sighs and annoyed huffs whenever you caught a look at yourself, the irritation and uncomfortable feeling you got when you showered or bathed. You tried your best, but that didn’t mean he didn’t notice.

He pulls you close one night, into his lap as he sets his book aside. You chuckle softly, kissing at his snout. “What’s up Techno?” you hum quietly. You were trying to ignore where his hands rested at the bottom of your binder.

“Do you know how perfect you are?” Technoblade hums, pulling you into his arms as he stands from the couch. You offer him curious looks as he carries you up to bed. “How manly and strong you are?”

“Techno,” you sigh as he deposits you on the big bed. Instantly, he’s between your legs, helping you to work out of your clothes. You look up at him with big wet eyes, pulling your arms around yourself and your binder.

“Let me have this,” he says softly. “You’re important to me and I want you to know it. You can keep it on if you want.” You blush brightly, at his admission, nodding softly with a shy smile.

Techno smiles back at you, kissing you sweet and soft. His kisses trail over every inch of skin he can find at you, nipping occasionally at the places he knows you’re most sensitive. The entire time each kiss is followed with a praise; some form of “you’re so handsome”, or “you’re so perfect”, or even “my little prince”.

By the time he slides into you, you’re flushed and whining. The praise doesn’t stop as he fucks you gently, and it only eggs you on more. Techno knew the key to your arousal was praise, and he truly did want you to believe what he was telling you. “‘m close,” you mumble out, dragging your piglin boyfriend in by the tusks.

“Cum for me darlin’,” he coaxes, with a patient smile. “Lemme see you even more handsome.” Your orgasm is almost soft when it hits you, taking his pleasure with you as you each hit your peaks. Techno pulls you into his lap and lays down with you, stroking along your back.

“My handsome prince,” he hums quietly. You offer a soft smile back, pressing a kiss to his heaving chest.

“Thanks Techno.”

[moonlit-han]

stray kids reacting to you having bad cramps ↠ all members

genre: reaction, fluff word count: 3.5k warnings: discussion of menstrual cramps, pain, etc., swearing request: yes (anon)

a/n: hey, anon~ sorry this took me so long to write for you;;;; I decided to try a new style—it was nice to write this because I got to imagine how I’d like to be taken care of. (wow, can you tell I could use some cuddles right now?) I hope this is comforting to you! stay cozy✨

✧ masterlist in bio ✧

bang chan

bad cramps are a normal thing for you

and chan knows this all too well

but sometimes just explaining something doesn’t do it justice

your cramps are so bad that, a lot of the time, you can’t even get out of bed

bad enough that you can’t even scream

chan probably wouldn’t show his concern too much because he doesn’t want to worry you

he would be really concerned the first time you had horrible cramps around him, though

he’d slept over after a movie night and woke up to you curled around a pillow, whimpering

the first thought he’d had was that you were having a nightmare

and so he just gently rubbed your back a little to calm you

but you’d kept whimpering and occasionally curled more closely around the pillow

aaaand you’d finally managed to explain that you were having cramps

and couldn’t exactly move…

chan had quickly drawn a bath for you

(and added a rubber ducky just because he could aljhadfjlkshfjkh)

you’d kinda squeaked when he picked you up, not expecting to be lifted bodily out of your blankets

chan would just kiss the top of your head as he carries you to the bathroom and then gently help you out of your pajamas

the bath would be extremely hot but that was perfect (♡‿♡)

hhhhhh and he’d even add rose bath soap to the water since it was your favorite

(you’d end up with a tiara of bubbles on your head heheheh)

chan would wash your hair and rub your back, massaging your sore muscles

even though the pain is only in your low back and abdomen, you still manage to hold tension in the rest of your body

and then he’d join you in the shower to help you rinse off

he’d hold you because the pain is just so bad and you can barely stand

and if you needed more than just a massage, he’d be happy to oblige

sometimes the release of pleasure helps ease the pain, too

chan just wants you to feel good and to be relaxed

after helping you dry off, chan would bundle you into warm clothes

it was always important, you’d said before, to stay warm

he’d even brush and braid your hair (if you have long hair, that is)

the little tingles that shoot through your scalp when he plays with your hair feel amazing

chan would kiss your cheek and your neck as he works his fingers through your hair

he insisted that you needed to stay hydrated, sometimes having to cajole you into drinking water because you could barely move

he’d want you to be as comfortable as possible

he’d make a blanket nest for you

he’d even put a heating pad or hot water bottle in there for you

pain meds and water would be close at hand

and whatever food you were craving

and he’d be extra affectionate

so many hugs and cuddles

just hugs all day long

maybe it’s just because you’re in pain

but chan’s hugs when you’re having horrible cramps are somehow different from his usual ones??

like he just envelopes you even more than usual and doesn’t let go

you’d just burrow into his arms even further

he’d give you one of his wonderfully big and comfy sweatshirts to wear

it smells like the soap he uses and just his general chan-ness

in other words, the best smell  e v e r  ㅠ_ㅠ ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

and just having him there with you would make everything better

lee minho

he would also be really loving and caring

and totally calm, not at all surprised

he’s just so even-keeled, you know?

would probably insist that doongie, soonie, and dori sleep with you

minho: “cats are totally medicine! their purring will help!”

they’re super snuggly anyway and just hunker down next to you

and minho is just a fourth cat, honestly

he kinda just curls up with you, massaging your low back if you have cramps that ache there

or just resting a warm hand on your belly to help soothe the pain

he’d get you a fluffy blanket and some orange juice (for the vitamin c to help your muscles relax and to reduce the inflammation!)

and definitely a heating pad or a hot water bottle

if you have two hot water bottles, he’d make a sandwich out of you and the water bottles

(so he could eat you up later ;) )

minho would insist that you take naps, holding you to his chest so you’d fall asleep more easily

he’d also queue up episodes of a show or several movies for the two of you to watch if you were home for the day

if you were at work and had super bad cramps, minho would bring you whatever food or pain meds or anything you’d need

he’s the kind of person who would just drop everything to take care of you, you know? (((we know, lee know alfkjafkjshjhk i’m so sorry i had to)))

he’s just a little ball of love and would want you to feel better

he’d kinda rock you back and forth in his arms if you have a particularly bad spasm of pain

like chan, minho would also get you into the shower to help you feel better

he’d have to convince you to even get out of bed, tho...

“come on, y/n. you’ll feel better if you take a shower. i promise”

“hhhhhhh i don’t wanna get up”

“y/n…..”

“mmph”

*minho grabbing your hands and tugging* “sweetheart, please.” *tug* "UGH why do you have to act like dead weight now of all times. geez, y/n.”

“...........”

*tugging intensifies* “get! up! i’ll drag you into the shower, you dork. you know i will”

“fiiiiiiiiiine”

he’d still have to pretty much drag you to the bathroom

AJDFHKGDJFGK

minho gently stripping you out of your clothes would kinda be like trying to dress a baby, since you wouldn’t want to move

he’d just hold you in there, rubbing soap over your body and shampoo through your hair

the hot water and minho holding you, honestly, works as well as any pain med

thank goodness ｡ﾟ(ﾟ∩´﹏`∩ﾟ)ﾟ｡

and at any time whatsoever, minho’s gentle smile would just make your day so much better

and you know he’d pepper you with kisses all over

(i mean all over)

bc it just always make you feel the most contented ever hhhhhh

and you deserve to not be thinking about pain

bc pain fucking sucks;;;;

and he’d just tell you how much he loves you so much you don’t even know how to respond

and it kinda makes you wanna cry

but from happiness

alkfjhskjhsklhjs

VERY SOFT

seo changbin

changbin would be pretty calm and would know exactly what to do

just matter-of-fact about taking care of you

you’d told him you get really bad cramps before

but the first time you had really bad cramps around him, he was a little freaked out

he hadn’t realized that period cramps could be that bad

you’d come home and pretty much collapsed on the couch

he’d thought you were just tired

but when you let out a strangled scream, changbin was;;;; um;;; a bit worried

okay not just worried

c o n c e r n e d (⊙ __ ⊙);;;;

maybe even a little scared??

he didn’t want to let on that he was worried about you

hearing you kinda just whimpering and crying out in pain tore at his heart

changbin would give you all the stuffed animals you have

(gyu would also make an appearance)

just pile them up around you “for emotional support”

and then he’d wrap his arms and legs around you to cuddle you close

definitely your basic case of:

“binnie please let go”

“no”

“binnie i can’t breathe…”

“oh,,,” *loosens hold slightly*

akjfhgaljkhajkhg

he’s literally just a cuddle bug hhhhhhhh

and I MEAN

THE BIGGEST CUDDLE BUG EVER

OH MY GODS

he’d rub your belly or your back, depending on where it hurt

and just want to make everything better

changbin would be the one to give you a full body massage if your cramps are bad

he’d insist on doing it, actually

even if you’re whiny and complain, he knows that once you’re relaxed you’ll feel a million times better

he’d concentrate on your low back, pressing his wonderfully warm hands into your muscles

and slowly but surely you’d feel the pain and tension release

hhhhhh he’s probably really good at giving massages ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ⊃ω⊂ﾟ)ﾟ･｡

ALSO!!! can you just imagine how warm binnie would be cuddling?

HHHHHHHH

you wouldn’t even need a heating pad

he’s all the warmth and comfort you’ll ever need

aldfjkahjlskhsl (♡‿♡)

and his muscles would be the comfiest

they’re all so big but would be so squishy when at rest

hhhhhh just imagine it

laying your head on his chest with his arms around you

the softest oh my god

changbin is so kind and gentle that he’d just want to make sure you’re okay and be really soft

HHHHHHHHHHH

once you were feeling a bit better, he’d probably tickle you a little

just so you’d release your tension

what a cute goofball

UGH HE’S JUST SO SOFT

he’d sing you to sleep while threading his fingers through your hair

and his low raspy voice would be so calming and lovely

binnie’s go-to medicine is just literally just all the cuddles ever ((well, and pain meds, etc., of course, bc cramps are horrible and evil))

hwang hyunjin

this boy would be just a little panicky

ya know, jUst A litTtLE

you’d suddenly doubled over while you were out shopping

for matching couple sweaters

(you know, the horrible kind that could only be worn ironically or by people so pretentious that they don’t know the meaning of irony)

and hyunjin is all 

“OH MY GOD Y/N  (＠_＠) (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣

BABE

ARE YOU OKAY

HHHHHH

WHAT DO YOU NEED

WHAT CAN I DO;;;;;;;;;”

he’d kinda flutter around you like a moth

all worried eyes and nervous energy

he really wouldn’t know what to do

bc FUCK???!!

CRAMPS??!!!! ┗(｀ﾟДﾟ´)┛ﾟ

not his forte

“i just need to go home, jinnie. i’ll be fine”

((yeah... lie thru your teeth y/n;;;; ))

he’s still panicky as fuck

when you get home you kinda just collapse on the bed

hyunjin’s all “OOOOH CUDDLE TIME YES”

which was okay for like 2 mins until  a g o n y

“jinnie, i need pain meds. NOW” (x﹏x);;;;;

hyunjin would bound off the bed all “I got this, babe!

and then realize that he had no idea where you kept the pain meds strong enough to deal with menstrual cramps

“uuuuh where are they . . .” (⌒_⌒;)

*y/n flailing in the general direction of the medicine cabinet*

so once he found them, he’d get you a glass of water and help you sit up to take the meds

all better?

NOPE

you’d need a hot water bottle and blankets

oh and chocolate. lots of chocolate

hyunjin would be so damn determined to make you feel better

to do anything he could bc you seemed in so!! much!!! pain!!!!

ten minutes later you’d find yourself practically swaddled in blankets on the couch with Hyunjin curled around you like a fucking squirrel or something

just let him take care of you

he’s doing his best;;;

he’d want to make you all the food you’d ever want

but would keep getting distracted

bc all he wants to do is just kiss you a bunch

and tell you how cute you are

bc, let’s face it, y/n, you’re pretty cute aldsjfhgsjfkhalhg

even though he isn’t sure what to do at first, hyunjin is actually quite good at taking care of you

if you’re at his place, you’d definitely end up with kkami on your lap

bc why wouldn’t you want a sweet pup giving you all the love when you’re in pain?!!

hhhh so sweet

han jisung

oh jisung, my sweet precious squirrel boy

jisung would probably be a lot like hyunjin alfjahkjdfh

kinda panicky bc he doesn’t know what to do

really surprised that someone could have cramps that bad

it’s clear to him that, while he’s felt pain before, it was nothing like what you’re dealing with

how the hell do you do this every. single. month.

keeps telling you you’re badass

but,,,,, um;;;;;

Y I K E S

*queue fluttering, panicky hands*

“hhhhhh baby what can i do;;;;;”

y/n: *indistinct pain noises* “i’m fine”

“yoU’rE NOt fiNe!!!”

“ji really it’s okay. i’m used to this”

(you say as you’re curled on the couch, clutching just below your belly with a look of concentrated pain on your face)

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

he’d end up bring you soup and some water

bc soup helps everything, right?

and all the pain meds he could get his hands on

there would be like 10 random bottles of every kind of pain relieving medicine tumbling out of his arms

“i didn’t know what would work;;;;;”

he’s just a sweet lad

what else was he supposed to do?

you’d manage a weak smile before another stab of pain would decide to hurtle through you like a fucking bullet train

at this point, jisung would definitely be feeling sympathetic pain

(not fun;;; )

he’d help you sit up and take the meds

then c u d d l e s

literally just all the cuddles in the world

jisung would hold you tightly, arms and legs wrapped around you, stroking your hair to get you to fall asleep

not that you’d be having any trouble with that, since you would be snuggled by

The Master of Spooning™ himself

even though he’s comforting you and helping, jisung can’t help but be glad that he gets to cuddle you for a long time

and when you felt angry at your body for giving you such horrible pain he’d hold you even tighter

then find some way to make you laugh

laughter is very important in jisung’s world (and, therefore, your world)

and you do find that it takes your mind off the pain, if only a bit

it’s almost like clockwork when you get bad cramps

same time of the month, same kind of pain

(you’ve definitely cursed every single god you can think of for this)

so he knows in the small, secret recesses of his mind, that he’ll get to cuddle the heck out of you at those times

he’d just smother you with kisses to wake you up to make sure you’d take more pain meds

okay;;; he’d smother you with kisses all day, too

and, like a cat kneading, he’d massage your belly and back to relax your muscles

you’d felt a little better after that

resting your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat would be incredibly calming

by the end of the day, jisung would just hold you on top of him

like you’re a little otter and he doesn’t want to lose you

alkjfghakjlfhahjfgaklhga (●´ω｀●)

lee felix

felix would be amazingly casual about the whole thing and just ready to go

like;;; this boy would just immediately pick you up, kiss your forehead, and carry you to bed

need pain meds?

he’s already put them in the drawer of your bedside table as soon as you’d started your period

need a heating pad?

he’s got like five—all different shapes, sizes, whatever you need

(you’re not quite sure where or when he gets all this stuff, but you’re not complaining)

all he’d want is to just cuddle you

he’d turn those big, soulful eyes on you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen

((which you are (≧◡≦) ))

and even if you’re curled on the bed in mildly stinky pajamas

he’d still just curl up with you and try to make everything okay

felix would just ramble on about anything and everything to try to distract you

yes, you’d probably be witness to Felix’s Interpretive Dance Time

.....whether you wanted to or not

(you secretly like it when he’s that silly alkfsjhajkfh)

and, of course, felix would make you breakfast (even if it wasn’t morning)

an absolutely delicious meal of all your favorite foods, even if they’re not normal breakfast food

((but honestly, what even is normal breakfast food??? just eat what’s yummy!))

since he’s been practicing baked goods, he’d also make you a lil cake just to cheer you up

and would try to ice it, which would come out really cute

he’d put “to my smol bean: UR CUTE ILY”

bc we all know felix is a cute dork who’d totally put something like that on a cake

hhhhhhhhhh

would probably call chan or changbin just to make sure he’s not forgetting anything for taking care of you

he wouldn’t forget anything for you, anyway, bc he’s just that committed to making you feel better

oh and you’d definitely watch like 15 children’s movies in a row (okay maybe not in a row, but still)

bc what’s better than laughing at the antics of various animated characters?!

and singing along to the songs would be really fun and take your mind off the pain

it would make you breathe properly and relax! 

yay!!!

felix would probably act out some of the scenes to his favorite movies beside the screen just so you could check his accuracy

AALKJFHGAJFH

and if all you wanted to do is sleep, felix would curl up with you on the bed or couch

and run his fingers through your hair and down your back to soothe you

and give you smol sweet kisses before falling asleep

kim seungmin

seungmin is also quite practical

when you told him that you get excruciating cramps, he immediately went and researched everything about menstrual cramps

potential causes for especially bad cramps

what to do for someone who’s having bad cramps

what not to do when someone’s having bad cramps

and he’d immediately gone out and bought what seemed like a year’s supply of pain meds, chocolate, three heating pads, and three hot water bottles, as well as extra pads and tampons

so the first time you were together and you kinda just went “aaghhh” in pain, seungmin immediately ran to his closet to get All The Things

you’d given him a quizzical look when he came back into the living room

he had a bag that looked, somehow, Official

although, most of seungmin’s things look Official~

(he’s just that organized and meticulous alkjfhsjfghsh)

so when he’d opened the bag, you had to stifle a giggle

in the bag, seungmin had put everything you’d need for when you had your period

hhhhhhhh what a sweetheart (✿´ ꒳ ` )

and if you need space, he’d just be in the other room minding his own business until you demand cuddles

he’d just absentmindedly give you head pets while the two of you watch a show or something

or he’d read to you from whatever book he’d been reading

or that you’d been reading  (▰˘◡˘▰)

would make you tea~

you’d probably end up cuddling his little puppy stuffed animal at some point

um;;;; seungmin’s potential fathering instincts would probably come out a little bc he just feels so much affection for you

and is just in CARING MODE

if you’re out together and you have cramps, you’d find yourself whisked back home for a day of rest

if you can’t go home, seungmin would just get you the proper pain meds and some water

he probably keeps meds for you in his wallet (´ω｀♡)

all seungmin wants is for you to not be in pain

bc it hurts his heart

he doesn’t exactly show it a bunch on the outside to other people

but he’s really caring

most of all with youuuu~~~

he wants to ki— kick whoever decided that cramps could be this bad

like what the fuck, man;;;;;

he’d be very encouraging as he talks to you, since he doesn’t want you to worry or anything

he’s knows you worry enough about why you get bad cramps

whenever the pain would get so bad that you want to cry and feel like you’re going to lose your mind, seungmin’s bright smile would bring you back to earth

he’d reassure you that everything’s okay

and kiss the top of your head as he holds you (*/ω＼)

yang jeongin

jeongin’s remedy to cramps is stuffed animals

all the stuffed animals

all of them

e v e r

you both have a propensity for stuffed animals, characters, random objects, etc.

you even have a stuffed strawberry that’s the size of your torso

so jeongin would just pile up all the stuffies and a bunch of pillows

and settle you in them

you’d feel like you were drowning in stuffed animals ajkfshgkjfhg

like felix, he’d probably secretly call chan just to check that he’s doing the right thing for you, too (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

jeongin would make you tea and bring a pot of it to your bedside table

(just herbal tea, not caffeinated bc he doesn’t want you to get dried out)

he’d bring everything you could ever want in tea:

honey, milk, lemon, sugar

the tea would be reeeeeally yummy

and the warmth would help calm your nerves that had been on high alert since the night before when the cramps had started

jeongin would curl up with you and just stroke your hair

he’d turn on a show the two of you had been watching

a comedy, of course

why would you want to watch anything else while in pain??

okay so as calm as all this seems, he’d be fucking panicked as hell inside

like how is supposed to deal with this???

welp….. might as well just pretend it’s any other day

and you just happen to need more cuddles

he finds it really cute when you are  b a b y

and when you’re having horrible cramps….

yoU ARE B A B Y!!!!!!

the cutest ever

like holy shit

jeongin would be completely floored by how cute you are

you’d just kind of nuzzle into his stomach as you curl up next to him

of course, he’d also make sure you remember to take pain meds and all

sometimes he’d be a little annoying about it but not by much~

just enough to get you to WeAR sOcKs Y/N!!

he’d totally be the one to kinda pounce on you and carry you outside to sit on the lawn

not one but two blankets would cushion you from the grass and any bugs~

he’d probably bring all the stuffed animals he’d piled on you earlier outside

“they’ll get lonely!!”

…….right

definitely not an excuse to throw the radish plushies he got you at your head…..

((you’d get him back, though, with a few well-aimed charizards or something))

but if you needed him to be serious, he would be

bc, really, he cares about you so much he feels like his heart’s gonna burst (*♡∀♡)

[alaskasmonsters]

bnha boys comforting you when you’re on your period

— bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki, kirishima ejirou, shinsou hitoshi

a.n: i don’t usually do hcs with more than three people, but this is a special occasion. the special occasion is me being in pain and in dire need of comfort. i hope this is accurate enough, my brain just spout these out while on pain medication....these are gender neutral, too, btw.

bakugou katsuki

very much overwhelmed with what he is supposed to do when he sees you don’t feel well

i mean he’s shit at being gentle and comforting???? and he doesn’t know what the problem is?

bakugou is very direct so he just asks you

“what the fuck is wrong with you, idiot?”

did i mention he’s not good at being gentle?

he didn’t know periods could hurt but it makes sense to him because there is blood, so obviously it must hurt

also he doesn’t date weaklings so if you’re down it means this must be hell basically

wants to bring you to recovery girl because how else is he supposed to help? that old hag must have some kind of medicine for this shit

he’ll respect whatever it is you want though

you want him to stay with you? fine with him. you want him to leave? he’ll understand. 

will cook you food though! he can’t just let you starve because you don’t know how to take care of yourself

he’s better with showing how much he cares through actions than words 

gives the best belly rubs hands down

he’ll heat up his hands for you and it makes you feel so much better

basically the best heating pad TM

(he’ll totally brag about it if you tell him that)

probably insults your period more than just once while you’re in pain

like this shitty thing hurts you???

how dare it hurt his favorite person fuck it

he’s gonna be the number one hero so of course he’ll take care of you and make sure you feel better soon

he’s also the number one boyfriend, don’t even try to deny that

todoroki shouto

he’s very concerned about your well being

please tell him what’s wrong with you he needs to know how to help you so you feel better soon

when you tell him he’s kinda shellshocked about the whole thing

you bleed? several times a year? and that’s normal? it also hurts? yeah it must hurt! you’re bleeding!

asks you what he can do for you because he wants to help you feel better

no matter what you ask him to do, he’ll do it immediately

you need essentials? consider it done

shouto wouldn’t even blink, he’ll buy you pads or tampons no cap

just imagine him standing in the isle for women’s products and choose what kind of pad or tampon to get you

he’d be all concentrated and frowny

and serious, he’d be very serious about doing a good job

straight up asks a few bystanders for their personal opinion of what they believe to be the best kind

there are just so many and why do some of them have wings? what does that even mean????

you want warm clothes? he’ll just pull his hoodie over his head and give it to you

that’s not enough? he’ll pull of his shirt as well

you wants blankets and pillows? he’ll bring them immeditaley

you wants cuddles? he will happily warm you up with his quirk

belly rubs? yes! he’ll use his left hand so he can help you with warmth

just anything really! he wants you to feel better

if you don’t know what he could do to help you he’ll just ask the 1-A girls

will just go up to one of them and ask what helps them during period pain

they’re kinda spooked but think it’s really sweet when he explains

he now has a whole list of things of what he could try and he’s gonna go though every single one of them until you’re better

midoriya izuku

extremly worried when he sees how bad you’re feeling

he’ll just try to bring you to recovery girl because are you sick? are you hurt? do you have a fever? what’s wrong????

tell him the problem he’ll be all shy and blushy

also embarrassed because he has no idea about any of that

first thing he does is do research because that’s what he’s best at

by the end he knows more about periods than you do

it’s kinda scary

probably asks a lot of questions to make sure the pain you experience is normal and there is nothing wrong with you

he’s just very concerned okay, he doesn’t want anything to be wrong with you

tells you how strong you are because period pain compared to the pain of a heart attack???? what???

and you go through that several times a year???? he truly has the most amazing significant other in the world

showers you in compliments because you deserve them all

you’re so amazing!!

collects tips from different articles and makes a list

he’ll try every single one of them and he will not stop until you feel better

he wants to be a hero and as a hero he has to be able to help you, too!

kaminari denki

most worried out of all of them

he is a little overdramatic so he just immediately assume you’re dying

will be all over you basically until you tell him what’s up

he will be so glad to find out you’re actually not dying

very confused about the concept of periods but he sure doesn’t like them

they hurt you and he loves you so they’re bad news

also who even needs them? they sound useless

will immediately offer cuddles to you because they help him feel better, too, so he hopes they help you, as well

he asks you where it hurts so he can kiss it better as well

he wants to make you laugh so he just fools around a lot

he’ll crack jokes, tell funny stories…whatever it takes to cheer you up

he’ll make sure you stay in bed all day and are all comfortable and cozy

you do not get to do anything that could exhaust you!

“no, y/n! you’re sick and that means you gotta stay in bed!“

you try to tell him you’re not sick but denki doesn’t believe it

you spend your time watching all your favorite movies and playing video games

if you don’t like to play yourself just watch denki build his village in animal crossing

denki gets all the snacks he can find in a short amount of time and brings them to you

he does not want to leave you alone for too long, otherwise he’d go to a store to get all your favorites as well

will rub your belly whenever you look uncomfortable

he’ll kiss your face a lot and make ridiculous sounds to make you laugh

he’s just very affectionate also

asks if you’re feeling better every few minutes

don’t tell him if you’re feeling worse because it will frustrate him he doesn’t know how to help you

homeboi also texts mina a lot to get tips about how he can help you

kirishima eijirou

not at all stressed over the idea of periods and period pain

a manly guy like him knows that things like that are super natural 

and a manly guy like him also knows how manly it is to take care of his significant other when they’re in pain so that’s what’s he gonna do

will baby and pepper you with love if you want him to

do not ask him to leave you alone though

his heart will break into pieces if you do

he’ll just look at you like he’s about to cry

he wants to help so badly but even if he can’t help he wants to be there for you and with you

just let him hold you or sit next to you and he’ll be happy

also tell him if you need anything

he’ll jump up and rush to get it immediately

he wants to be the best boyfriend possible

he’ll bring you food and water even if you don’t feel like eating or drinking, because he’s gotta make sure you’re fed and hydrated

will run you a hot bath as well, because you deserve to relax a little

if you don’t want a bath he’ll just tuck you into bed and play your favorite music

makes sure you are not stressing over anything so you can get better

shinsou hitoshi

shinsou is just very chill about the whole situation

“you’re in pain? that sucks. let’s take care of you.“

happily naps with you if you want to do that

he barely sleeps anyway, so that’s something that would help the both of you!

although he won’t be able to sleep himself…

he is just happy to hold you and look at your cute face while you’re asleep

if you don’t want to nap that’s fine to

he asks you what you need and because whatever it is, you know best after all

he’ll just help you to the best of his ability

he knows it won’t just magically go away but if he can do anything to make it more endurable…lay it on him!

will put on your favorite music or movie or show and just be there

if you’re watching a movie he’ll distract you with his top tier commentary

if you’re listening to music he’ll hum the melody to help calm you down 

if you’re watching a show he’d make dry jokes about everything that’s going on in there

taglist: @crystal-lilac​

[corruptedconfessions]

Are you still in the kiri mood? If yes, can you yeet him into this thought: different yanderes (izuku, bakugo, kiri, or whomever you want!) Reacting to a touch starved reader. Ever the stubborn captive, they deny they want anything to do with the yandere, but during some forced fluff shenanigans, the yandere accidentally squeezes readers legs/ holds onto readers shoulders deeply, and reader let's out a moan. Thanks! And remember to drink water and take a break if you need!

Ngl Kirishima, Bakugo, and Hizashi are like the 3 yanderes im always down to write 24/7

they all live in my head rent free

This one is more of an imagine/drabble thing, I threw in another bonus yandere bc I feel like he fits the prompt well. I hope thats all okay <3

Also thank you for your kindness <3 Im hydrated and hopefully ready to write out some fics! I have a few drafts in my computer already :)

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Kirishima is the very definition of clingy yandere, he is practically the poster boy for clingy, so it won’t be very long into your...moving in (he refuses to admit he kidnapped you! You were just too shy to ask yourself so he encouraged you! Don’t worry he gets the message no matter what you say otherwise!) that he’ll catch on to you being so desperately touch starved despite angrily telling him to fuck off every time he tries to cuddle. Being the ever delusional puppy he is he just assumes that you’re shy and keeps doing it even more

He’ll try to respect your space and let you come to him naturally but he’ll still insist on being close to you, dragging you to sit on the couch, you sitting on one end with him sitting on the other, your legs entangled in the middle. He’ll wait until you are engrossed in the tv or your book or whatever hobby of choice you have (the poor sap will buy you anything you ask, he just wants you happy) making sure you’re completely relaxed before he slowly slides a bit closer, reaching out to run his hands across your legs, squeezing and massaging them gently. Honestly he expected you to kick him or freeze up, stare at him in fear and confusion and anger like you always did whenever he reached out to touch you.

But you didn’t do any of that. If anything you relaxed, arching up into his touch as a soft breathy moan slipped past your lips, causing both of you to freeze at the same time, staring wide eyed at each other, stunned. 

If you thought Kirishima was clingy before you would be dead wrong compared to his behavior after that. He’s constantly by your side whenever he can, brushing against you in the kitchen when the two of you are cooking or washing dishes, moving closer to bump shoulders when the two of you are close by, constantly touching your hair, your neck, your shoulders, everywhere. You’ll be overstimulated and stressed but there is no going back now that he knows. Cuddles and spooning sessions whenever he can get you to sit still, honestly I wouldn’t put it past him to whine and demand you sit on his lap sometimes too, or at least lay against him and let him give you massages when the two of you are curled up on the couch. 

And that isn’t even getting started on sexual touching. He’ll be like a dog in heat, constantly aching for you, practically humping you any chance he gets. He’ll wrap his arms around you waist and hold you close as he grinds his hard on against your ass, trying to pull out those cute little noises that you’ll make. Pins you against the counter, over the couch, on the table, anywhere and everywhere is free game. 

And know that his poor sweet darling is touch starved? He’ll be quick to try and remedy that, he’ll tie you down to the bed and get you off just by rubbing his hands across your skin, massaging you, kissing you, just touching you. He won’t stop no matter how much you plead until he is done and he is sure that you have gotten the attention you deserve from him. 

Izuku is probably one of the best yandere matches for a touch starved darling, he is so submissive and cuddly for his darling, but not so much so its overstimulating and overwhelming like other yanderes. Unlike others he is more likely to let you have your space when he...first takes you home. He understands moving is a big change and you need your time and space to adjust and adapt to your new surroundings. He may coax you out with your favorite home made meals and promises of hot baths or treats, but he’ll smile and suck it up when you yell and scream at him, saying you want nothing to do with him. You’re just stressed and adjusting thats all! He can wait you out. 

Now just because he is patient and understanding doesn’t mean he just lets you do whatever you want.  He has needs too! The entire reason he had you...move in was so he could be closer to you and spend more time with you without anyone else interfering! Even you just being in the same room with him without throwing a fit is enough for him to feel like his patience is being rewarded.  

That patience wont last forever, though.

He tries to work his way up slowly, very slowly demanding more of you, insisting you stay just a minute longer, let him stand just an inch closer, it will be so slow you wont even realize you are practically cuddling up to him until it’s too late and you are so use to an reliant on him that you can’t go back to isolating yourself again. 

He’ll always have an idea that you are a bit more...starved for attention than others but he won’t get confirmation until months into your captivity. He’ll sweetly insist that you seem stressed and that you should let him give you a massage to help you relax. His calloused hands will reach out, squeezing your shoulders soothingly, coaxing a soft happy moan from your lips.

Oh sweetheart! How can you expect him to hold back when you make such sweet noises just from a simple touch? He may be a gentleman but even he has his limits...

You can bet there will be more...touching in your future. And much less patience towards an aversion to it. 

Bakugo is probably one of the worst (yandere) matches for a touch starved darling imo, the poor boy is sensitive and touch starved himself, and with his aggression he would probably just end up overstimulating his darling, and not in a good way. He’d much rather be on the receiving end of massages and pets, nuzzling himself into your chest or your stomach as you stroke his hair and tell him what a good boy he is. 

Having said that he would catch on pretty quick to your little act, seeing right past the screaming and defiance and your insistence that you want nothing to do with him, which is going to get you locked up in the basement and punished heavily, he sees the subtle ways you act that remind him of himself, that tell him exactly what he needs to know. 

Unlike the others when he reaches out for you, he knows exactly what he is doing and exactly what kind of reaction he is going to get. The shit eating smirk on his face as you moan in surprise tells everything. He’ll keep touching you, fingers digging into your skin just a little too hard, trying to drag more of those noises out of you until you are trembling under him, left feeling raw and sensitive. If you’re lucky he might notice that he went to far and be how ever much more gentle next time as he can be, but honestly after that he’s the same old Bakugo. He doesn’t go out of his way to touch you more, if he wants to wrap his arms around you he will, if he wants you on his lap he’ll pull you onto his lap, if he wants to lay on you, fuck what you’re doing, you get a lapful of Bakugo. 

That act doesn’t hide the way that he curls around you and cuddles you way closer at night in those tender moments, though. 

Hawks is another very handsy yandere. He wants constant contact and attention from his darling, so much so its almost impossible to keep up with his incessant demands for your attention, it grows draining. Even negative attention in the form of screaming, crying, fighting seems to fuel him. He just wants you to be looking at him, he doesnt care how. He’ll be the quickest to figure it out since if you wont give him attention he’ll give you his. He’s constantly reaching out to touch you in some way or form, be it grabbing your ass, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, or curling his wings around you to pull you closer to him,  you’ll always know if Hawks is home and where he is since theres always some part of him reaching for you. He’s a weird mix of aware and delusional, he knows he has kidnapped you and you’re unhappy because of it, but part of him also believes he just needs to take good care of you and that you love him anyways. Because of that he’s just constantly trying to please you to try and “make up” for kidnapping you. (He often brushes it off like he got the wrong food or forgot to text you back instead of something more serious)

It’ll happen when you’re standing still, he’ll sneak up behind you, reaching out and squeezing your shoulders, rolling his thumbs across them in a brief massage as he happily opens his mouth to greet you, only to be interrupted by the cutest moan bubbling out of you as you arch your back, pushing into his touch with a soft gasp. 

Immediately you’ll find yourself pinned down to the couch or the bed, whichever is closer. Hands will be dragged across your body, desperately repeating that movement and many others, anything to drag those sweet noises you had been hiding from him out. He wont be satisfied until you are near tears, gasping and limp under his touch, having given him all your cute little noises, surrendering yourself fully to him. 

Not much will change after that, he is just as clingy and handsy as before, but now he knows all the pretty noises and faces you can make for him, and he practically pounces on you every time he comes home, desperate to hear more. 

[loser-writings]

Ok I have a kinda angsty HC about omega hawks heat. Either he can’t/won’t take suppressants or the during the few heats that happen despite taking them his agency/the commission kinda hire anon alphas that specialise in helping omegas physical/sexual need during heats w/o making any kinda emotional attachment, no scenting, no cuddles, nothing. So the 1st time hawks goes through heat w someone who actually loves him is like ! Eye contact? Kisses? Stay & cuddle after?? He’s crying & so am I -🦇

Oh my god Bat Anon I love this so much. So I just went off to my friend today about hawks (Its such a love/hate with a huge love lean) and this FITS SO WELL with my headcanons about him. SO if you excuse me! Ima just play off of this with a few of my own as well. 

Also if you use an emoji for your anon, there will be a special tag made for you. Just wanted to point that out.

Omega! Hawks with his heat [Headcanons]

Warning: Mention of depression, N/sfw, Omegaverse, Heats

(Not my GIf btw)

Hawks really has no idea how to show emotion, and when HIS emotions show, its’s very overwhelming for him. The Government spent so long teaching him that his opinions don’t matter and feelings don’t matter, so he is just sort of numb to everything. When he feels his raw emotion breakthrough, you better expect to see a very lost and confused Hawks.

He can’t take suppressants at all. He tried taking multiple different types, but he’s allergic to the majority with the exception of one brand. That one brand made him extremely depressed, unmotivated, and sick though. So HPCS just decides “Fuck it, Just keep him off of it. We may lose him for a week every 3 months, but it’s only a week.”

I think that HPCS would hire Betas to take care of Keigo when he hits his heat. Since Betas don’t go into a rut whenever an Omega goes into a heat, they are there just to make sure that Keigo doesn’t get hurt. Past every wave of his heat, they will check on him and help him recover a bit.

They can’t scent anything since their scents would be so weak, so there goes scenting items to help him, but they do have sort of an artificial alpha pheromone. (Think of This post as what they use) Downside to THAT is that he has a sensitive nose and stomach when his heat hits. Certain smells will trigger him to get sick and those nasty fake alpha scents will have him throwing up.

Because of the lack of emotion put into his care, he suffers from some of the WORST sub drop. Like yeah the unnamed Betas may feed him when he doesn’t want to eat, they force him to stay hydrated, and make him baths fairly often, but the emotional aspect of heats are extremely draining. He is getting nothing that he needs despite being around people so he just gets really sad and depressed. It’s one of the few moments where he really gets in his own head and questions everything.

Once he hits 18, they really stop having the Betas take care of him due to him getting fairly aggressive about it? Like yeah, sure, they keep him fed and hydrated but they also make him so severely touch starved and lonely. HPCS now just lets Keigo take care of his heats himself at his house.

Him getting an Alpha is a huge deal for him since he has so much baggage, so the idea of spending a heat with them?? He is dying at the thought. Sure, he may keep his cocky facade up and tease to try to keep the Alpha flustered, but he is so scared of having an alpha present for his heat. Especially since he knows how needy and depressed he can be. 

Yet when his heat hits, he quickly shoots a text from his personal phone (He has one the HPCS doesn’t know about) to let you know what’s going on. Luckily you show up right after one of the waves had passed, so he just quickly pulls you into the house before rushing back to his nest. 

He becomes so quickly overwhelmed by how different his Alpha is compared to how the Betas were. You came with a bag of things he might need, and he is honestly so shocked he tears up then and there. You pull out an old thin shirt that had been modified for his wings and some thinner boxers made specifically for heats; He is instantly crawling into them because they are so heavily scented and it makes his omega purr. You have so much water, and you politely ask him to drink and lay back against the huge make shift chair that was in the corner of his nest. After that, you carefully wrap ice packs around the back of his neck, his wrists, and his chest. He is shocked by how his body seemed to cool and how he could think clearly.

He doesn’t have a heat wave for almost an hour, and in that time you managed to prepare multiple other things on standby before pulling him into your arms, scenting him as well as you could. Maybe it was the heat or overwhelming amounts of love he felt, but he stared crying right there. He didn’t mean to, and he was so thankful you didn’t press him for why he was crying, but it was just so nice to be cared for this way.

Also this man is the SOFTEST during his heat. He will babble, cry, cling to you, scratch your back, bite, beg, and he will tell you that he loves you over and over again. Unlike his old heats where he suffered, he is in complete bliss.

He completely gets off to seeing your eyes scanning his body hungrily. Feeling your hands running across his skin as you compliment him over and over. (Body worship and praise him please. He may act confident but this man will cry and feel so validated) He absolutely loves kissing too. He isn’t the best at it and it can be a bit sloppy, but he really does put it all in it since he is so caught up in the moment. Also PLEASE leave hickeys all over this man. He will ask that they be in places he can hide, but seriously. When he wakes up next to you in between waves, he will admire the red and purple marks going down his chest and covering his inner thighs. Also if you are a little bit goofy, leave shapes on him. He will laugh so hard seeing a Smiling face on his hip or trace the heart shaped hickeys on his chest for hours. 

Aftercare with him during his heat is actually fairly simple. Praise him a LOT. He will get insecure and sad, so run your fingers through his hair and wings. Let your fingers dance over his chest as you reassure him that he is safe with you. He will tear up again and laugh, trying to cover up how much your words mean to him since he is so used to feeling like shit after a wave.

When he is knotted, he will cling to you and mumble under his breath. You can catch bits and pieces. “I’m so happy,” “Not a fuckup,” “Deserves love,” and more similar little realizations he has that yeah, he may have baggage but he also deserves this. He deserves to be happy and feel loved. He will fall asleep with the happiest and most genuine smile on his face in your arms.

Once his heat has ended, he has 2 days to recover since he used to pull feathers out due to stress and to get him things. With you there, he spends it eating, cuddling you, and binge watching shitty TV. Newest season of Rupauls drag race? Oh he is so in it. He also will have some deeper conversations at night, confessing some of the things he did and even discussing plans for the future.

He admits that one day he hopes that crime dies down because he wants this. He wants to come home every day to you and maybe even some kids in the future. He might mumble that last part, but he does confess that he wants at least one kid in the future. When you asked the most kids he would want, you were surprised when he said 5. “I would love to have a big family, but if you only want one kid, then that’s fine with me too.”

He originally hated his heat cycles, but now he loves them so much because he has an excuse to be pampered, spend time with you, and dream of the future. He doesn’t have to be “Winged Hero; Hawks” but instead he gets to be Keigo Takami, someone who still has lots to figure out, but is so thankful to have someone to help him along the way,

[dcbbw]

Drake. Singing "Jolene" in the shower. Please please pretty please. xoxoxo

Hahahahahahahahahaahahaha, BURNS!!!! Hopefully I delivered what you were looking for.

To provide context/background to whomever reads this, @burnsoslow and I have random late-night convos that cover a whole range of topics. The other night, we were discussing Drake Walker’s taste in music. I see him liking old-school country and 70s rock (think The Eagles and Fleetwood Mac). Then I got this image of Drake in the shower singing Dolly Parton’s Jolene, a song about a woman pleading with a temptress not to take her man.

Well, then the question became which Drake? The answer is below the cut.

Song lyrics are from Jolene and are the property of their respective owner(s). Forgive me, Dolly for taking liberties with some of your words, but Burnsy came up with the BEST name!

Thanks to my bears for pre-reading!

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Answer has hints of lemon. 

Driam

Drake Walker was in the shower, his fingers working shampoo into his thick, brown hair. As suds bubbled over his scalp and transformed his mane into a white, soapy cap he sang.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you Jolene

Liam joined him, the hot water pelting his body as Drake began the second verse. Liam’s heart twisted at Drake’s song choice. Coronation was mere hours away; Liam would be fully duty bound to Cordonia and her soon-to-be Queen before the night was over.

“You have no competition, love,” Liam murmured against Drake’s wet skin as he stepped behind his lover, his arms encircling his waist, hands splayed across Drake’s hips.

Drake stopped singing. “Hey, Li,” he said softly.

“This Jolene is not an apt description of Lady Riley. She sounds more like Duchess Olivia,” Liam frowned as his hand began stroking Drake’s length.

“Ha! Never made the connection, but I suppose you’re right.” Drake’s eyes closed in both bliss and hurt at his King’s touch.

“I swear on everything Drake, Lady Riley won’t come between us and what we have. It’s just a temporary situation.”

Drake stepped closer under the shower head, letting the water rinse the shampoo; rivulets of soapy water rand down his back, causing Liam to release his hold from Drake.

“Did you hear me, love?”

Drake nodded, not trusting himself to speak. If his lips parted now, he would tell Liam the truth and he had promised Riley she could be the one to tell Liam.

Liam’s choice would refuse his proposal. Because she had chosen Drake. And they were leaving for America in a week.

It broke Drake’s heart, but he and Liam would never be together they way they both wanted and deserved. Everyone was free to love the way they wanted to except the King. And Liam would never, could never give his country the attention it needed if Drake were in the picture.

Already, he was planning to divorce a Queen he hadn’t even married.

Drake would say his goodbyes to Liam after Riley broke the news. He wondered if he could ever say goodbye to Liam. The man was ingrained in his mind, his skin, his very soul.

He had to. It was for the best. It was for Cordonia.

Commoner’s Wife AU Drake

The Duchess of Valtoria blearily opened one eye, letting out a loud groan at the time. 9 am. Her head hurt and her mouth was dry from consuming too much alcohol and not enough food at the charity gala her Great House had hosted the night before. She had been too busy being the dutiful wife and gracious hostess.

She sipped whiskey with her husband, Drake, as they made their rounds; their smiles were wide, and their questions sincere as they networked with their fellow nobles. She drank wine with the ladies of court while the men smoked cigars. She had flitted from table to table during dinner, making sure everyone was full and happy, with a martini in her hand.

When she finally sat down to eat with her husband, the orchestra had begun to play, and the Duke and Duchess led everyone in the first dance.

The entire evening, her eyes constantly strayed to the King, who had escorted Duchess Olivia to the soiree. Riley’s eyes narrowed whenever Liam’s fingers touched Olivia’s. Her jaw clenched when she saw the King and Duchess dancing, his hands placed just above her buttocks and her slender, pale arms snaked around his neck.

Her husband saw it all.

Riley rolled onto her back, her head sinking into her pillow. She had already decided she wasn’t going to do anything other than hydrate and pop ibuprofen. Her phone buzzed; her hand reached out to grab it.

Liam:  Last night’s gala was magnificent, yet pales compared to the shining jewel that is you. The Crown’s contribution is forthcoming. I miss you.

Riley deleted the message and tossed her phone back onto the bedside table. Fuck you and Olivia.

She had just risen from the bed to use the bathroom when she heard the shower turn on. Drake. She decided she would kiss her husband good morning and plead hangover to get out of any plans he may have made for them for the day. What good was being a Duchess if one couldn’t take a day to rest and relax?

And sulk over one’s lover being lovey-dovey with someone else.

Riley entered the bathroom, hearing Drake singing. She raised an eyebrow. Two things Drake didn’t do: sing and dance. She listened to his voice, a deep bass, singing an old Dolly Parton tune. But the words were wrong.

She talks about you in her sleep And there's nothing I can do to keep From crying when she calls your name JoLiam

And I can easily understand How you could easily take my girl But you don't know what she means to me JoLiam

Riley’s hand covered her O-shaped mouth. Did Drake know?  The twisting in her stomach was not so much about being caught; she did have enough love for Drake to not want him to be hurt. It just wasn’t strong enough to overcome her need for Liam.

She hastily coughed to announce her presence; the singing stopped.

“Brooks?” Drake called out.

Riley stuck her head in the shower; the spray lightly peppered her skin. “Good morning,” she said softly.

Drake grinned. “Good morning.”

“Hey, how about waffles for breakfast? And that thick cut bacon you like?”

Drake looked at her in confused surprise. “Are you up for it? You had more than your share of liquor last night.”

Riley kissed Drake’s wet lips, slipping in a little bit of tongue. “You’re my husband! Of course I’m up for it. And anything else you may want to do today.”

Drake looked searchingly over his wife’s expression. “Are you sure?”

Riley nodded, a bright smile on her face. “Positive!”

Drake soaped his washcloth. “Brooks, are you happy? With me?”

Riley swallowed over the lump in her throat. “There’s no one I’d rather be with,” she lied.

She left the bathroom to cook breakfast before her husband saw the truth in her eyes.

Upstate AU Dramien

Heavy rain poured outside while Drake Walker and Damien Nazario lay in bed watching the Saved by the Bell reboot on one of their many streaming services. It was 10 am, but with no lights on their bedroom, the room was as dark as if it were still 6 am.

“Thank GOD we cleaned out the gutters last weekend,” Drake commented.

“Hmmmm”, Damien responded absently.

He wasn’t the house person. He liked the idea of home ownership: It represented adulthood and was a great investment, but the work it took to keep up the house and protect it from unnecessary problems? The tree pruning, gutter cleaning, keeping sewage lines clear? Drake took care of that or found folks who would.

“You know, it doesn’t get dark like this in the city when it rains,” Drake observed as they watched Lexi shy away from kissing Jaime because he really liked Aisha.

“The lights from all the stores and office buildings penetrate the cloud cover.” Damien shifted in the bed to pull more sheets over his body. His eyes were glued to the screen. “Why does it not surprise me that Zack Morris is an absentee father?”

“I wonder why Jessie is still hanging in there with her loser husband. He’s having an emotional affair with a character from his book!”

“And now said character is pregnant.”

Drake shook his head as he grabbed the remote to turn the television off. He glanced over at Damien. “Breakfast?”

Damien nodded. “I’ll cook if you wash the dishes.”

“I cleaned the gutters so we don’t have to worry about it raining on our heads. You cook and do dishes, and I’ll take care of dinner.”

“Deal”

Drake climbed out of bed. “I’m gonna grab a shower.”

“In our new manly bathroom?” Damien teased.

“It was PINK! ALL OVER! Like a teenage girl puked up everything Pinterest in there! Even the toilet was pink.”

“I like pink!” Damien argued.

“You like everything I don’t.” Drake gave Damien a quick kiss on his lips and padded into their master bath.

Alone in the bed, Damien stretched before getting up and making the bed. He then went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The sounds of the shower and Drake’s singing greeted him.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men But I could never love again He's the only one for me Jolene

“Why are you begging Jolene to leave me alone?” Damien teased as he stepped into the shower with his lover.

“Why aren’t you cooking breakfast? Drake countered.

“I missed you,” Damien replied as he grabbed his washcloth.

Drake looked at him knowingly. “You think I’m going to do the cooking as well as the home improvements.” He shook his head. “Not happening.”

“Jolene would happily do it.”

“I’m not Jolene. And she needs to stay 50 feet away from your ass.”

“I love it when you’re jealous.”

Drake grabbed Damien around his waist and pushed his back against wet tile. “How about some … dessert before breakfast?”

Damien kissed Drake deeply. “Always down for dessert.”

“But only if you’re making it with me,” Drake clarified.

“Jolene only cooks breakfast.”

DC AU Drake (Issa throwback)

It was the morning after Drake Walker had broken up with Riley Brooks inside of the Columbia Heights Target. He hadn’t slept a wink and was hoping a hot shower would soothe his red, burning eyes and relax him enough to get some type of rest.

Or wash away his guilt.

He stepped beneath the water, wishing there was someone he could talk to, but he didn’t even have an explanation for what had happened. He wanted to call Brooks and see how she was holding up; they had been friends too long for it to just end that way. But Drake had no idea what to say to make it better, and she was hurting enough.

As he shampooed his hair, a memory came to him.

Drake was in the shower, his hair filled with suds and his conditioner bottle in his hand, his mouth to it as if it were a microphone. He was belting out Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5, and so caught up in the song he didn’t notice that Riley had slipped into the shower behind him.

She stood, her hands crossed over her chest as she giggled. Drake turned quickly, dropping the bottle; he grinned at her sheepishly. “You heard that, huh?”

“You’re missing the boobs and hair, but you kinda nailed it.”

“Ya think?” Drake picked up the conditioner.

“I didn’t peg you as a Dolly Parton fan.” Riley stepped in front of him to let the water wet her body.

“She is ICONIC, and we do not deserve her!” Drake began to shampoo his girlfriend’s hair. “Did you know rumor has it she wrote Jolene and I Will Always Love You on the same day?”

Riley squirted her rose and peony scented bodywash onto her washcloth. “Really? Homegirl was going through that day.”

“But she’s been married to her husband for over 50 years,” Drake pointed out.

Riley turned to face him. Her hands pressed against his shoulders. “Doesn’t mean they didn’t have problems.” Her eyes looked into Drake’s, the slightest hint of uncertainty in them. “We’re good, right?”

Drake looked at her, puzzled. “Why do you ask that?”

“I just don’t want to be hurt. Or killed.”

Drake pulled Riley closer. “You’ve been watching too many Lifetime movies.”

“Maybe.” Riley laid her head on his shoulder. “I just … “

“Shhhhhh,” Drake interrupted her. “You’re it, Brooks. We’re good. We’ll always be good.”

Drake wiped a soapy cloth over his torso. He shook his head, wondering what the hell he was going to do. Brooks deserved an apology, an explanation. But he had to find the words, because right now it was looking like he was thinking with his dick.

And Alyssa Devereaux was so much more.

Devereaux. She deserved the truth.

Drake had to find a lotta words.

Fuck!

Another Dolly Parton song popped into his head and in a cracked voice, he began to sing.

I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can Jolene, Jolene

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5 favorite things to do during quarantine?

- obsess over how much I want to change my wardrobe, start only getting ads about online sales deals for clothes I'd love, start obsessing over the fact the computer is reading my mind and begin dismantling every piece of technology in my house to find the brain microphones

- use the leftover tech pieces to fashion a suit that will protect me when I have to venture out of quarantine to fight for food. plague doctor, but make it steam punk. oh, you think you can shove people out of the way to grab the last 15 liters of pepsi? I WILL go Iron Man on your ass, bitch.

- if I see anyone on my social media blatantly disregarding the isolation order and needlessly threatening people's health with their hubris, I'll wait until the dark of night, shroud myself in a black veil, crouch outside their home and let out an unearthly screech full of mourning and pain, to let them know death is on the way

- begin obsessing over the woman trying to crawl out of my wallpaper....I must help free her...in spite of...

- dress in my best formal clothing, adorn myself in beautiful jewels, and stare forlornly out the window, my hand pressed delicately against the chilled glass, and wistfully watch the rain storm drench the earth...will I ever be able to dance in the rain again? when was the last time I.....felt...anything?

- it's wine o'clock somewhere!!! I do not know what time it is here, however. I have been completely removed from the linear time stream. it's rather exhausting. I pour another glass of the rosey pink liquid and offer it to my younger self.

- roam the empty halls of my apartment complex, painting lambs blood above my neighbor's doors to protect them from death. do not ask where I got the blood. I'm not entirely sure.

- my stuffed animals, my statues, my trinkets, my posters- all face the wall now. nothing with eyes will dare to look at me

- stand alone, always alone, on my roof, wearing nothing but lingerie, an open sweat shirt, and knee socks, screaming at the top of my lungs. no one notices, for I am the last...I take a swig of my wine. this exercise was cathartic.

- bake brownies!!!! I always throw some extra chocolate chips in there to give them some pizzazz.

- I think I watched Princess and the Frog last night??? Or maybe it was tomorrow

- God, I love Prince Naveen

- recieve my first piece of mail in what feels like years. leap with joy! open the letter and discover it's just about my student loan debt. set the letter on fire.

- no one has ever loved me. no one will ever get the chance to love me.

- proclaim I'm going to use this time in isolation to lose weight

- make absolutely no move to exercise

- put on a ball gown and waltz with my personal ghosts

- make love to my personal ghosts

- break up with my personal ghosts and banish them from my home

- oh God, where is my period

- fuck. oh fuck. shit.

- watch some bootlegs of musicals on youtube

- turn on the news station, watch the depressing reports with empty eyes, feel a pit you can't explain in your stomach, turn on mysteries at the museum instead

- am I sleeping too much or too little? oh, who cares.

- watch elaborate makeup tutorials, start crying when you can't copy them

- try and face time your friends with the tear stained shitty makeup. no one answers. you dumbass.

- teach yourself how to hoola hoop

- stay hydrated! :)

- befriend the fox that lives outside your bedroom window. finally- somebody who understands.

- scuttling on the ceiling is actually great cardio! who knew!

- bubble bath + sugar scrub + aromatherapy lotion + fuzzy pajamas = the absolute best feeling in the world right before you launch yourself into the dumpster! :)

- try really hard to grow a scraggly beard so when the aliens land they can just take one look at me and Know I've been through a hardship

- take my anti anxiety pills

- cry when they don't do anything but make me tired

- wake up decades later like Rip Van Winkle...wait, we're still in quarantine??? come the fuck on

- netflix?? God, they don't have anything on there.

- answer asks for my lovely followers on tumblr. net! :)

- begin wondering if the followers are real...or if they're generated...maybe I truly am just screaming into a meaningless void...

- finally remember to eat! yum!

- okay, I feel better now!

- wait, where'd my dog go?

- I figured out how to levitate

- I can feel my body shutting down, how fun!

- put on a nice gown and bury myself alive. seriously, I quit. it's either been 40 years or 5 days. can't take this anymore. farewell, my dear hearts. remember me.

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Spencer Charnas x FtM Trans Reader

A/N: this was requested by @im-a-killer-baby /@plague-rat-in-the-wall

Coming Out

-you had been stealth for almost 6 months by the time you told Spencer you were trans

-you had called him while he was in the studio and told him that you wanted to tell him something important when he came home

-He came home about an hour later, which was when you told him. You were pretty much on the verge of tears, because you had felt bad about not telling him for so long.

-“I feel so bad that I’ve been keeping this from you for so long...but, I wanted to wait until it felt right, and until I was ready...Spencer- I-I’m Trans...”

-he hugged you tightly and told you that he loved you regardless of what you were going through and he would help you through your transition the best he could.

-“Hey...It’s okay...don’t cry, Baby. I’m here for you no matter what and I’ll support you through your transition. I love you, Baby and I’ll be with you every step of the way...”

-After he comforted you, he asked about your preferred name and it took him a little bit to get used to using he/him pronouns when referring to you but it only took a week or two to get used to it.

Binding, Going On T and Dealing with Dysphoria

- when he had downtime, regardless of whether he was on tour, in the studio or at home with you, he did research on gender dysphoria and all the surgeries, as well as hormone therapy.

- he does his best to help you alleviate some of your dysphoria

-he ordered Binders for you the day after you came out, as a surprise, because he knew you really wanted them and that it would help with your dysphoria

-making sure you don’t wear your binder for more than 8 hours

-if you try to, he’ll remind you that wearing it for more than 8 hours can bruise your ribs and it could even result in you not qualifying for top surgery

- “I know wearing it makes you feel better and makes some of your dysphoria go away for a little bit, it’s not healthy if you wear it for too long...and wearing it for long periods of time without breaks can even disqualify you from getting top surgery...and I know how much you want that...just- take a break from it for a little bit, okay?”

-you know he’s right, so you don’t try to protest, even though you hate taking it off

-in general, showering sucked because y’know...your chest wasn’t flat

-sometimes you and Spencer would shower together, which always made you feel a little bit better. he would always reassure you and tell you that he loved you no matter what.

-Even though you had a whole arm that was covered in tattoos and had some more scattered across your body, there was something about medical needles that you had never liked.

-When you started T he went with you to your appointment because he knew you weren’t the biggest fan of needles, and he wanted to be able to help you

-setting reminders for T shots on both your phone and his

-helping with your shots

-you would do the prep for it but he would actually inject it, since you don’t like dealing with needles.

-he tells you to focus on him instead of the needle that was going into your thigh

-“I know you don’t like doing your shots, Babe but it’ll be worth it in the end”

-lots of Horror movies and cuddles after your shots

-He gives you compliments literally all the time

-He lets you wear his clothes whenever you feel like it

-He thinks it’s cute

-Sweatpants and a binder? “You’re looking like a snack, Babe”

-Hoodie, jeans and a snapback?, “Looking good, Baby”

-Seeing you in a Suit? That’s his favorite “You look really hot in a suit, Babe...How about we take it off later tonight?”

-Him getting pissed at transphobes, especially the ones that call you a “special snowflake” as an insult

Post-Top Surgery

-When you woke up after the surgery, Spencer was in the room with you

-You started crying tears of joy when you saw your chest

-He gave you a very gentle side hug, since you had just woken up and your chest had been wrapped up an hour prior

-Spencer knew how much this meant to you and how much his love and support has helped you over the years

-after your surgery, you were curled up in bed for about two weeks, which kind of sucked at first.

-You ended up wearing a pair of Spencer’s shorts and a black, fluffy bath robe for two weeks since the doctor had said you weren’t allowed to shower

-You were super happy with your results though, so being stuck in bed for two weeks was worth it.

-Spencer did anything and everything he could to help with your recovery.

-He helped you change your dressings and clean up any drainage

-He set up a little space for you in your shared bedroom and grabbed a ton of horror movies and your favorite snacks.

-You had a huge water bottle next to the bed so you didn’t have to refill it often. Hydration is super important!

-Listening to horror movie and true crime podcasts with him while you stayed in bed

-Lots of cuddles, a ton of comfy blankets and you falling asleep in his arms all the time

-If you ever needed anything at all he would go get it for you

-After you were given the ok from your doctor to take the dressings off, you definitely walked around the house shirtless for the day.

-He smiled when you walked into the kitchen without a shirt on and gently hugged you from behind, “You look good, Baby. How is everything feeling so far?”

-He could tell that newfound freedom made you so happy

-Occasionally checking up on how your scars are healing.

-Spencer was happy that you were finally starting to feel like who you were meant to be.

-after you got your surgery and the two of you went out in public, people thought you were his younger brother or something at first.

-You knew you sometimes looked like a 15 year old boy, but you didn’t really care. At least you were finally the guy you had always wanted to be. That’s all that mattered to you.

-the fact that you had scars on your chest was the only real giveaway that you used to be female

-If someone gave you a dirty look Spencer would immediately get protective

-Lots of compliments

-Him constantly telling you how proud he his of you and that he loves you unconditionally

-“No matter what people say about trans guys not being ‘real’ guys, you’ll always be a boy to me. Fuck the transphobes”

-lots of cuddles and movie nights