#pls stop these horrible cramps

[dar1ing-d0ve]

ive been dropping weight daily but i just got my period so food cravings are at an all time high :(( literally left school early cause of bad cramps so i can't go out and skip dinner without my mom being suspicious

[readsaboutreid]

Periods Suck | S.R.

this is inspired by lenaleechi on instagram's comic about hating periods as well as the gif above because it gives me mad baby fever so i guess this is season 4 softdom!spencer x gn!afab!bau!reader plus a blink and you'll miss it buffy the vampire slayer reference

content warning: breeding kink and period sex [i'm too stoned to think of any others but if you think of them please add them (kindly) in the replies and i'll add them in later :)]

this is smut, minors dni pls and thank you

"...fuck this, fuck everything and everyone, I am done, I quit," I ramble as I open the door to my apartment and kick off my dress shoes that were painfully squeezing my toes, just adding to my frustration. This case had been particularly mild compared to others but I couldn't help but be in a mood due to the littlest things done by the (admittedly innocent) local police officers. I was so relieved to finally go home and get to sleep in my own bed and curl up with a heating pad and my boyfriend with a Doctor Who marathon.

"Deep breaths, (y/n)," I hear from behind me in a soft, soothing tone as gentle hands come down to rub my shoulders from behind. I know he’s well aware what’s causing me to be in such a shitty mood. His pattern recognition skills are off the chart and while he never outright said anything to me about it he'd always be prepared with hot water bottles and chocolate when this time of the month rolled around. I turn around and bury my face into his chest with a sigh.

"I hate periods, Spencer. They suck," I whine with a sigh, my voice muffled by the knit fabric of his cardigan.

"I know, love," he sighs above me, resting his cheek on my forehead and wrapping his arms around me, "I'm sorry there's not more I could do to help."

"You're helping already," I sigh again, but this time out of contentment as we sway side to side in the entry way. "I wish there was a way I could just, like, stop having them," I mutter, my face returning to the soft fibers that I had come to find so comforting over the years.

Spencer's voice is muffled against my hair as he mutters, "That may be something I can assist you with." I don't even need to see his face to imagine the grin spread across it. Lately, he had been subtly expressing his desire for children, but after JJ gave birth to Henry, his hints have become more pressing. And technically, it was all because of me.

The night was a blur of celebration and drinks, as Emily and Garcia joined me in raising our glasses to toast the occasion. But as we were caught up in the joy of the moment, I couldn't help but let slip that after seeing the pure happiness on Spencer's face at the sight of his godchild a spark ignited within me, igniting a fierce case of baby fever that threatened to consume me entirely. Garcia, the horrible traitor that she is, had messaged a video of my confession to Spencer before I had even finished talking and before I knew it, my phone was buzzing with pictures from Spencer himself - tiny onesies and miniature sneakers - accompanied by words like, ‘just imagine a little genius of our own running around our home in this.’

Without changing his stance, he starts off on one of his typical Spencer Reid rants. "Did you know that scientific research has indicated that orgasms can alleviate menstrual cramps? It's due to the release of endorphins and muscular contractions which help relax the uterine lining," he explains with a slight hint of arousal in his tone, "not only does it address your discomfort, but it also takes care of your other request at the same time."

"We could start trying now, if you want," he suggests with a playful tone, though the subtle hint of desire in his voice sends a jolt of anticipation down my spine and settles between my thighs, igniting a fervent ache. Oh. Oh.

I finally turn my head to meet his gaze, and I am met with intense desire radiating from his eyes. His pupils are dilated, and he licks his lips before gently tracing a finger along my cheek and following up with a soft, "what do you think?"

I interrupt him by pulling his face towards mine, and our lips meet in a soft kiss. Suddenly, I'm pushed against the wall with the command to "jump," and my legs automatically wrap around Spencer as he lifts me up by my ass. Our lips met in a hungry yet tender kiss.

Our breaths come in ragged gasps as he pulls away to meet my gaze, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. I eagerly nod, my heart racing and anticipation building. Our lips collide once more, the heat between us intensifying as we lose ourselves in each other's embrace. The world fades into the background as our bodies meld together, consumed by desire. He sets me down and guides me to our bedroom by the hand, giggling slightly with excitement. I know he wants kids and we have discussed having them together in the future but the giddiness of the grown ass man in front of me ends up drawing a giggle from my own throat as well.

As we enter the bedroom, he stoops down to give me a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. He grabs an old black towel I use for dyeing my hair and returns, laying it down on the bed and patting it lightly. He sends me sweet smile full of adoration as he whispers, "after you, my love."

I stumble towards the light switch and turn it off before making my way over to the bed. I take off my top and lay down, the darkness giving me a sense of privacy. Suddenly, I hear a soft sound from Spencer as he walks away. The lights flick back on, and he quickly closes the distance between us with just two steps. Before I can even cover myself up in the glare of the harsh light, he's already crawling on top of me.

"You're so gorgeous," he beams at me again before leaning in to kiss me gently, lowering his hips to rest between my legs as they wrap back around his hips instinctively as he begin peppering kisses all over my face and drawing endless laughs from my mouth, "I'm," kiss, "so," kiss, "lucky," kiss, "to," kiss, "have," kiss, "you."

He moves back, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they kiss and caress my skin. My jaw trembles under the soft brush of his lips, before he slowly trails kisses down to my throat. I can't help but let out a moan as his lips touch the sensitive skin there. His body presses against mine, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against my hypersensitive center. Every move, every touch, sends electric shivers through my body, igniting a primal desire within me.

My body aches with desire as I struggle to catch my breath. "Please remove your clothing now," I manage to say between deep, passionate kisses. Spencer eagerly strips down and helps me out of my own clothes before settling back between my legs. His arousal presses against the wetness between my thighs, adding to the intense heat building inside me.

"I've been craving this all week, sweetness," he mutters against my neck as he sucks feverishly at the skin, leaving love bites in his wake. "Craving you and your beautiful body." I have no idea how he managed to get me from wildly upset to wildly horny in such a short time, but instead of questioning it, I just let out a moan as I grind my hips against him, begging for his cock to enter me. He continues to tease me by rubbing the tip against my wet slit.

“P-please, Spence,” I whimper, unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze of lust I had become quickly lost within.

Spencer's eyes flicker with desire as he holds himself over me, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of my head. "Say it again," he growls, rubbing his erection against my aching center.

"P-please," I beg, my voice shaking with need.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"As you wish," he murmurs before slowly sliding inside me. I gasp at the intense pleasure that washes over me, causing my body to arch off the bed and my nails to dig into his back. He begins to move in slow, deep thrusts, filling me completely and igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume every inch of my being.

As our bodies meld together in a blazing inferno, time itself seems to cease to exist. Every touch of Spencer's fingers sends shivers of ecstasy coursing through me, while each caress of his lips against mine ignites a fire within. Our movements are fluid and perfect, each one bringing us closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. I am consumed by an overwhelming sensation, my senses heightened to their limits as our passion reaches an almost unbearable intensity. It feels as though this moment could stretch on for eternity, and I never want it to end. In this single moment, there is nothing else but the all-consuming desire between us, and I give myself completely to it.

My heart pounds against my ribs as Spencer's gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with the same ferocity and desire that burns within me. He gives me a wicked grin, and I can feel my resolve crumble as the insatiable hunger consumes me. "You want to have my baby?" he gasps, and all I can respond with is a loud, whorish moan, entirely unable to form any words as his hips start to move ever so slightly faster.

He surges forward, his body fusing with mine in a wild, primal dance. Our movements become more frenzied, our bodies slamming together with the force of a thousand thunderstorms. My breath comes in short gasps as Spencer's relentless thrusts coax an orgasm out of me. My muscles tense, my hips bucking against him, seeking the sweet release from the intense pleasure building up inside of me.

Every thrust, every touch, every whispered word sends me higher and higher, my body arching and bucking beneath him in a frenzy of ecstasy.

Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine as he continues to drive into me, his gaze burning with an intensity that matches the fire inside us both. His hands grip my hips tightly, never losing rhythm as he thrusts into me and coaxes that sweet release from me. My body trembles and shakes with each surge, and I can feel the orgasm building, growing stronger and more intense with each passing second.

A low, guttural moan escapes from Spencer's lips as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming harder and faster. I can feel him growing more desperate, and I know that he's close to his own release.

The pleasurable ache between my legs intensifies, and I know that I'm about to reach that peak. I let out a helpless whimper as the pleasure was threatening to overtake me, and I feel as though I'm being pulled into a vortex of ecstasy. Time seems to stand still, and I'm lost in the moment, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The bed creaks and groans with our passionate lovemaking, the sound echoing in my ears as I reach for the pinnacle of pleasure. Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine, and I see the same intensity in them that I feel in my own being. We're one, united in our desire for each other, and nothing else matters in this world.

His thrusts become harder and faster, the tip of his erection brushing against the most sensitive part of me with every stroke. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel the orgasm building within me, growing stronger with each passing second. I cling to Spencer, my nails digging into his back as I beg him to take me over the edge.

“Gonna fill you up,(Y/N),” Spencer moans, “everyone will know who you belong to once you’re — oh fuck — carrying my fucking baby inside you.” His words send me falling over the edge and I can feel myself slipping away, my mind consumed by the intense pleasure reaching it's peak as my hips buck wildly.

Time seems to stand still as we reach the pinnacle of pleasure together. Our bodies move in perfect sync, every thrust, every caress, every whispered word fueling the fire that burns within us. The pleasure is all-consuming, coursing through my veins and reaching every cell in my body. I let out a series of orgasmic moans bordering on screams and Spencer smiles down at me wickedly, his eyes never leaving mine as his thrusts become harder and more disjointed as his own orgasm looms on the horizon. His moans grow louder and louder as the feeling of slight overstimulation makes me clench even tighter around his throbbing cock as he reaches his breaking point.

"Please, Spencer," I whisper, "make me yours, sir. P-please, please put a baby in me!"

Finally, with one last deep thrust, Spencer moans loudly and shudders above me, his body rigid as he loses himself in the pleasure of a release he had been building up to for what felt like an eternity. As Spencer's body shudders above mine, I can feel the warmth of his release filling me up, an earth-shattering feeling that takes my breath away. We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined together, basking in the afterglow of our passion. Finally, with a contented sigh, Spencer pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed beside me.

I snap back to reality, my mind reeling from the intensity of our lovemaking. I can feel the stickiness between my legs, a reminder of the incredible moment we just shared. The room is still, the only sounds being our heavy breathing and the rhythmic beating of our hearts. I reach over to grab the bedside table, searching for a tissue to clean myself up.

"Spencer?" I say softly, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he replies, still out of breath.

I flash him a saucy grin, "I think we'll have to make sure we keep trying this before my next period so I won't have to suffer through another one, for a while." I joked, while playfully poking his chest.

He chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, "I think that's a great idea, my love." I couldn't help but giggle at his response, feeling a burst of warmth spread through my body.

[trumanbluee]

the only time i feel i might get better - matty healy

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!

please reblog if you like it! ᡣ𐭩

content: you get sick at matty's and he takes good care of you <3

word count: 4.6k

warnings: mention of vomit, oc is on her period :( , a bad ending, and matty being very very darling.

a/n: hi!! i know i said i wasn't going to post again for a bit but i think this is so cute and its just sitting in my drafts!! enjoy ( and pls reblog if you do! ) :)

She groaned in her sleep, stirring slightly as she felt another cramp tear through her stomach, the ache travelling down into her legs as she tucked them to her chest, brows furrowing at the sudden pain. She hadn’t slept well all night, spending an hour of it with her head in the toilet, Matty holding her hair back and rubbing her back softly, bless his heart. 

Her heart dropped at the thought of him having to see her in that position, retching what little food was in her stomach, up. They were a relatively new couple, having been dating for almost 6 months, and, of course, she’d had her period around him, but she’d never gotten it at his place, and never felt as sick as she did right now around him either. She felt horrible, half from the pain in her slightly puffy, bloated, lower belly, and half from the embarrassment of him seeing her like this. 

Fluttering her eyes open, she saw that Matty’s side of the bed was empty and, upon further inspection with her outstretched hand, he’d been up for a while, the sheets a crisp cold feeling compared to the warmth of her blanket cocoon. She sighed, wondering if he’d been able to go back to sleep at all after the nights events, before her thoughts of uncertainty were interrupted when he tiptoed into the room, obviously under the impression she was asleep, holding a tray of pancakes, orange juice, a cup of coffee, and a vase of fresh flowers. 

He stopped when he turned towards the bed, noticing her eyes peeking out from behind the fluffy duvet, and smiled softly, head tilting to the left as her asked her sweetly, “Morning, baby. Feelin’ any better today?”

This earned him a firm shake of her head as she sat up in the bed, lip pouted slightly to show him her discontent. He cooed, placing the tray of food in front of her on the bed, ensuring the legs of the miniature table were stable before he sat down on the other side of the bed, planting a soft kiss to her temple. 

“Don’t have to eat it all if you don’t want, honey, I just wanted to wake you up with something nice after you had such a horrible night.” He said, sitting cross-legged next to her on the bed. He pointed to two little white tablets that lay next to her orange juice. “Brought you some Panadol too, baby. Make sure you eat at least a little before you take it, don’t want you getting sick again, yeah?”

She nodded, “Thank you so much Matty,” She croaked, throat still sensitive from the acidic bile she’d thrown up in the night, “I’m sorry about last night.”

His eyebrows raised, face scrunching in disbelief as he tried to process what she’d just said. He moved closer to her on the bed, hand coming to rest on her knee above the blanket she’d wrapped herself in. 

“Sorry?” He tutted, shaking his head, “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about baby, what'd you mean ‘sorry’?” His lips turned into a slight frown, disheartened at the fact that she felt the need to be sorry about being sick. 

“Ju-Just, you havin’ to stay up with me… I just feel a bit bad that I ruined our night, I guess,” She spoke sheepishly, noticing the disappointed look on his face as she spoke. 

“Oh sweetheart,” He cooed, moving to place the breakfast tray on the floor, before scooting close to her on the bed, pulling her into his chest, one hand rubbing her back in a light rhythm, the other combing through her hair. “You don’t have to say sorry, ‘kay? It’s my job to look after you. Don’t ever apologise for being sick, baby. It happens to everyone.” 

He felt her nod against his chest, and he stopped his fingers carding through her hair as she looked up at him, thinking twice about leaning up to kiss him as she realised she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet this morning.

Almost as if he was reading her mind, he shook his head, laughing to himself softly. 

“Baby, really?” He chuckled, brushing a little bit of sleep from her left eye with the soft pad of his thumb as he did so, “ You wanna kiss me, you can. I think we’re way beyond worrying about morning breath, don’t ya’ think, darlin’?”

She blushed, surprised that he could read her so well, shoving her face into the soft fabric of his white shirt, earning another chuckle from Matty, the sound rumbling in her mind and warming her insides, affecting her probably more than it should have given her in her ill state.

She detached from his chest, fishing the tray of food up off of the floor beside her, and placed it on the bed, before leaning into Matty again, his right arm wrapped around her as she picked at the sweet blueberries that decorated her pancakes.

She sighed contentedly, sipping on her orange juice as she lay, listening to Matty’s steady heartbeat as he sat beside her, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger lazily. She’d be lying if she said that this side of Matty didn’t turn her on, his need to comfort and protect her rising to the surface in a similar way as it did after he’d been particularly rough with her in bed. The idea of him taking care of her a particularly good one in her mind. 

She felt a familiar heat pooling between her thighs as she sat beside him, glancing up at him occasionally as he typed on his phone one-handed, most likely making note of lyrics he’d thought of, his brain constantly moving 100km an hour. She watched as his slender thumb glid smoothly across his screen, pressing the keyboard expertly.

‘This shouldn’t turn me on so much.’ She thought, biting her lip lightly as she shamelessly observed him, now sitting up further in the bed to gain a better view.

She blamed it on her period. Sure, Matty was hot, and, God, she’d fuck him 10 times a day if she had the stamina, lord knows he probably did, but getting turned on by typing? That’s pathetic.

Finally, he saw her out of the corner of his eye, lower lip between her teeth and cheeks a light red as she watched him. He raised an eyebrow, turned his head to face her quizzically.

“What are you looking at?” He smiled at her and she blushed, quickly averting her eyes to the half-eaten pancake in front of her, picking at it delicately.

He laughed softly, “Going shy on me, baby?” he asked, bringing the arm that was wrapped around her shoulder up to her hair, ruffling it playfully, before leaning down to press a firm kiss to her cheek.

She tucked herself deeper into his side, having once again discarded the tray of food onto Matty’s bedroom floor. He wrapped his arm around her once more, giving her a tight squeeze. 

“You okay, honey?” He asked softly, looking down at her as she lay on his chest, tracing her finger softly on the front of his t-shirt, “Feelin’ a bit clingy today? Is that it, huh?”

She nodded, moving impossibly closer to him, wrapping both her legs around his left, her arms wrapping around his bicep, clinging to him like a koala.

He chuckled softly at her, peering at her from the corner of his eye as he watched her cling to him desperately. His attention turned completely towards her however, when he heard a small whimper sound from next to him, at the same time as she’d fidgeted in her spot, causing her sensitive clit to lightly brush the side seam of his sweatpants through her thin sleep-shorts. 

His eyes shot down to her, fearing that she was having the same horrible cramps she experienced in the night. 

“You okay, baby? Tummy hurting again?” He asked, concern evident in his tone.

She was embarrassed, not wanting to admit that the sound was out of pleasure, not pain. So, she nodded, eyebrows creasing together as she looked up at him. 

It was insane how well he could read her. From the second they met, a couple of months before they’d started going out, it was like he could see into her mind and knew almost everything she thought and could anticipate what she was going to say next.

That’s why looking up at him was a huge mistake on her part. He knew as soon as he looked at her he knew that she was lying, and he thought he knew why.

“We’re not lying now, are we sweetheart?” He asked earnestly, looking into her eyes as he spoke. 

“W-what? Why would I lie?” She said, not expecting to be caught out so soon.

He raised his eyebrow at her, expecting her to have admitted her lie, “Oh, okay… so just now, when you wriggled around for a second, and I felt your cunt on my leg, it was just a coincidence that you made that little sound at the same time? Is that right?”

She flushed red, face turning to dig into his arm to hide, embarrassed at being read so easily, once again. She let out a muffled whine, annoyed both his teasing, and her horniness. 

He sat up from the bed, unlatching his arm from her grasp to face her.

“Baby,” He cooed, “want you to use your words when you feel like this, ‘kay? Want you to tell me what you want.” 

She nodded, still covering her flushed face, now with the duvet in place of his bicep.

“I just wanna make sure you’re feeling better after last night, honey. Don’t wanna hurt you or anything, y’know?” 

He looked torn. Torn between his restraint and not wanting to take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state, and his wanting to give her everything she wants on a whim. 

An idea popped into his head, and he stood from the bed, reaching down to peck a quick kiss to her forehead, muttering a ‘be right back’ before exiting the room.

She sat in his bed, awaiting his return as she sipped on the now lukewarm coffee he’d brought her. But it wasn’t very long before he came back, having discarded his shirt and sweats for reasons unbeknownst to her - though she wasn’t complaining, she could spend hours tracing the outlines of his tattoos - especially his ‘We Are Kings tattoo - whether that be with her eyes, fingertips, or tongue.

He walked over to her, boxer shorts hanging low on his hips, and flipped the duvet off her, reaching his hand out for her to take.

“C’mon baby,” He pulled her up, “ran us a bath.” He patted her on the bum softly as he walked past her and out into the hall. She followed dumbly, brain foggy from the tooth-rotting sweetness of their morning in bed together.

Stepping into the bathroom, she saw that not only had he drawn them both a bath, with bubbles in it, which she knew he didn’t like, but had meticulously placed candles around the edge of the bath.

She could’ve cried at the gesture, and she almost did, eyes growing blurry before she blinked the tears away quickly. 

Matty stepped into the bathroom behind her, kissing her on the side of her cheek, then neck, as he reached for the bottom of her (his) shirt, pulling it over her head softly, before tugging her pyjama shorts down. He helped her step into the warm bath, holding his hand out for her to balance on. Once she was in, and he’d made sure the water wasn’t too hot, he tugged his boxers down his legs before stepping into the bath himself, setting himself behind her so her back rested against his chest.

She sighed in content as he brought his large hands up to her shoulders, massaging her upper back soothingly. She leant her head back against his shoulder, Matty retracting his hands from her shoulders to wrap them around her, rubbing her arms up and down soothingly.

He lent down to kiss her on the cheek, instead meeting her lips as she quickly tilted her head to meet him. Meaning for it to be a quick peck, he was surprised when she deepened it, running her tongue along his bottom lip teasingly.

He pulled back, hand resting on her jaw as he guided her lips away. 

He sighed, “Baby… don’t make me be the bad guy,” he frowned, not wanting to tell her a strict no, but also not wanting to hurt her whilst she was in her particularly vulnerable state. 

“Please,” she pleaded, un-slotting her legs from between his beneath the bubbles to squeeze her thighs together desperately. 

He shook his head, shooting her a pleading look, “Honey, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself or to be sick again… I promise, once your period’s done I’ll do whatever you want me to, baby.”

She furrowed her brows in frustration, annoyed at his refusal. Of course, she couldn’t be that annoyed, he was only trying to ensure her comfort and safety, but this didn’t matter in her mind, not when she was this horny. What was she gonna do if he didn’t give in to her? Finger herself to no avail? They both knew that wouldn’t work, and she knew that Matty was the only one who could satiate the need in the pit of her belly.

She spun around in the bath, being careful not to spill any water out of the bath, before pushing away from him slightly to see him better. She huffed, whining “It’s not gonna hurt, promise.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, only now beginning to grasp just how desperate she was, watching as she crossed her legs, heeling digging against her clit harshly, causing her to hiss, wincing slightly at the sensitivity.

She sighed in frustration, pouting slightly as she looked at him with puppy dog eyes. 

“What if– what if I said it would make me feel better? I swear, baby, if it doesn’t feel good I’ll tell you to stop.” She pleaded, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. 

He eyed her carefully, thinking about it carefully. It couldn’t hurt to try, right?

He sighed, lips tugging into a smirk as he finally nodded, ushering for her to resume her previous position, between his legs, back pressed against him. 

He leant down to whisper in her ear, brushing some hair away from her face as he spoke, “Make sure you tell me the second it hurts even a little, okay darlin’?” 

She nodded, leaning her head back against his chest, lingering a soft kiss onto his chin. 

He traced his hands up and down her thighs beneath the water, her legs automatically widening like muscle memory. He laughed breathily in her ear at her eagerness, before sliding his right hand to her core, pressing light circles to her clit as he planted soft kisses along her neck, her having tilted it to the side to grant him further access. 

She moaned softly, bringing a hand up to play with the chocolate curls at the nape of his neck, tugging softly as he began to tease a finger around her entrance, keeping his slow rhythm on her clit. 

“Feel good, honey?” He spoke softly into her ear, not slowing his teasing motions, but not speeding up either. 

She nodded, brows furrowed as he slipped the tip of his index finger inside her. 

“Use your words, baby. Need to hear you say it, ‘kay?”

“F-feels good, Matty, promise.” She stuttered out, his fingers speeding up slightly on her clit for a millisecond, before it returned to its original speed. 

“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, pushing his index finger into her cunt completely, her head slamming back to meet his chest as he curled it expertly.

Her hand that wasn’t occupied with Matty’s hair emerged from the water, where it had been gripping her thigh, and she placed it on her left boob, swiping her thumb over her nipple delicately and squeezing the soft, meaty flesh around it. 

She arched her back as Matty prodded a second finger into her, curling it as he had the first. As she arched further into his chest, she felt Matty’s hard cock against her back, and teasingly wriggled against it.

He groaned, fingers speeding up as they fucked in and out of her, his hand that was rubbing her clit now came up to brush her hair out of her face, before he flicked her right nipple playfully, ripping a guttural sound from the back of her throat as he returned his hand to her clit, rubbing fast circles over it with his middle and ring finger. 

He felt her cunt tighten around his fingers, thighs slamming together to stop his hands from retracting. 

He pressed his plush, pink, lips to her ear, pressing airy kisses along it as he breathed, “Gonna cum for me, baby? Yeah?” He felt her become impossibly right around his fingers, and she moaned loudly as he said, “Gonna feel so much better afterwards, baby. C’mon, give it to me.”

Matty fingers stilled inside her as she came, eyes squeezing closed and toes curling as the water in the bath sloshed around them, her loud moan echoing around the bathroom. He waited for her breathing to settle slightly before slowly pulling his fingers out, the water in the bath cleaning them off. 

She flipped herself over carefully, legs wobbling slightly  as she straddled his right leg, her boobs planted flat against his chest. She reached up, planting a soft kiss to his lips, whining softly against them as her clit grazed his leg when she pushed herself up. 

Pulling away from her lips, Matty tutted in faux annoyance, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Still not done, baby?” He asked, smoothing his hand over her hair and then resting it on her cheek as she looked up at him,

“No,” she confirmed, half-mooned, lidded eyes peering up at him. 

He sighed, “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” He asked playfully, “Too horny for your own good.” 

She whined as she shifted herself further up his body, his rock hard cock laying flat against her slit as it rested on his stomach. He lay back against the steeper end of the bath, hands on both hips, thumbs drawing shapes on her delicate skin. 

She wriggled her hips slightly, his cock bumping over her clit multiple times before she rose to her knees, almost slipping on the slippery bottom of the bath, luckily being caught by Matty’s large hands on her hips again. 

She laughed softly, looking up at him as she did so, seeing him biting his lip softly to keep in his laugh, the rumbling of his chest betraying him. She slapped his stomach playfully. 

“Hey!” She scolded, “Don’t laugh at me,” She said with a fake pout on her face. 

Matty cooed, laughter still rumbling in his chest as he spoke, “Aw, sorry honey, it's just, when I said I didn’t want you to get hurt, I didn’t mean slipping over in the bath and dying.” He giggled as he spoke, and she couldn’t help but grin at him, pouncing onto him to plant a sweet kiss to his lips, before pulling away.

Her brows furrowed and index finger pointed at him as she reprimanded him, trying her best to keep her face straight as she spoke, “Okay! No more laughing,” Her eyes narrowed at him accusingly, “back to sex.” 

He nodded stiffly, hand coming up to his head as he saluted her militarily, firmly repeating her previous statement. 

She giggled softly, lifting her leg up with help from Matty, before shifting herself on top of him completely, his hard cock trapped between her sticky cunt and his firm belly. She groaned as she rocked back and forth slowly, before pushing herself up slightly, grabbing the base of his cock, tapping it on her clit a few times before she pushed it into herself, sighing in content as she sunk down, the full feeling in her tummy satiating the desire she’d been holding there all day. 

He groaned softly, brows knitting together as she sunk all the way down onto his cock, her clit brushing against the groomed pubic hair at the base. His hands rested on her hips, rubbing shapes softly as he helped guide her up and down on his length. She was so tight around him, clamping down hard when he moved a hand from her hip down to rub her tender, puffy clit.

She moaned breathily, back arched and head thrown back as she bounced on his cock rapidly, water splashing around the bath and onto the floor. Her right hand rested on Matty’s ‘We are Kings’ tattoo, providing her with leverage to move quicker, and her left hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, nails digging into his Mortal Kombat tattoo as her orgasm approached her. 

Matty felt her hips faltering slightly, and her thighs began to shake, causing him to tighten his grip on her hips, holding her still as he slammed his hips up to meet hers. She whined loudly, his thick cock filling her completely, slamming against her cervix with every unyielding thrust. 

“Feelin’ good, baby? He asked breathily, panting slightly, his curls falling in his face, sticking to his slightly damp forehead.

She responded the only way she could through her foggy, fucked-out brain, squeezing his forearm impossibly tight and keening loudly, before her mouth fell open in a silent scream. 

He continued his relentless pace, bringing them both closer and closer to cumming. His brows knitted together in concentration as he tried to keep his pace consistent, but he was struggling. She was so fucking tight, squeezing him like she was afraid that if she didn’t, he’d somehow disappear. 

Thankfully, he could tell she was close, her lower lip pulled between her teeth and cheeks rosy, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had to hold his orgasm since the second he’d slipped into her. Something about his cock and her cunt fit so right, he could probably cum just at the thought of it. 

Matty looked up at her through the mess of wet curls in front of his eyes, “Need you to rub your clit for me now, ‘kay honey?”. 

She immediately obeyed, bringing the hand that was wrapped around his wrist to rub her clit at a harsh pace. She cried out, hand faltering slightly at the intense pressure building in her lower belly. 

She was so close, she just needed something, anything, to push her over the edge, and almost as though Matty read her mind, he leaned forward, attaching his mouth to her left breast, swirling his tongue around and biting lightly at her perked up nipple. 

The hand rubbing her clit and rapid hip movements halted as she felt Matty, whose head now rested on her shoulder, still inside her, groaning loudly as he came inside her, rope after rope of his sticky cum coating her walls. She wailed, eyes rolling back into her head as the tightness in her stomach finally released. She leaned forward to bite Matty’s shoulder softly, tears streaming down her cheeks at the intensity of both her orgasms. 

She slipped her arms out from between their chests, wrapping them tightly around Matty’s neck before pressing her head into his neck, sighing contently. 

Matty smiled softly against her, lifting the hand that still rested on her left hip to rub her back gently. 

“Water’s gone all cold, sweetheart,” He said, slightly muffled by the delicate skin of her shoulder.

She shrugged lazily in his arms, murmuring back a sweet, “M’cozy.”

“Y’cosy?” He bit back a soft laugh at her lovely voice, “Not gonna be so ‘cosy’ when you get a cold, honey.” He continued rubbing her back, cooing inwardly when he heart a soft sniffle beneath him. 

“How ‘bout this, baby, let me get out, and I’ll go get your clothes, get you nice and dry, and then we can go back to this exact position in my bed… That sound good?”

She nodded weakly against his chest, and that's exactly what they did. Quickly pulling on a new pair of sweats, he remembered he’d laid out some boxers and an old sweatshirt of his on the bed before he’d gotten in the bath, and he was particularly grateful for it now, grabbing the pile off the bed, and a towel warmed from the dryer, before speed-walking back to the bathroom. He knocked softly before walking in, wanting to be safer than sorry, and heard a soft hum from behind the door. A sign to enter, he assumed. 

Walking in, he saw that she was still in the exact position he’d left her in, knees tucked to her chest, with her chin rested against her knees. He cooed, putting her new clothes on the basin before helping her stand in the bath, opening the warm towel and wrapping it around her body, her hands poking out to keep it wrapped around herself as he scooped her up, setting her down to sit on the lid of the toilet. 

Grabbing the clothes off the basin, he slipped the soft grey sweater over her head, and pulled his boxers up her legs, pressing a kiss to her forehead once she was dressed. 

She murmured a ‘thank you’, to which he responded by kissing her again, this time on her lips, before picking her up again, placing a hand on her left knee, pushing it to wrap around his waist, before doing the same to her right. 

Keeping her steady with a hand on her bum, he walked the few steps to his bed as quickly as possible. He held her up with one hand as he used the other to pull back the covers, before carefully crawling into the bed, being sure not to disturbed her comfort in his arms as he did so. 

Wrapping the soft duvet around the both of them, he looked down at her to see her smiling up at him. He beamed back at her, dimples visible in his cheeks, before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her puffy lips. 

She sighed in content, pulling away from the kiss and resting her head on his shoulder again, nose nuzzling against the soft skin of his neck. He smiled to himself, before picking up his phone from the bedside table, checking his notifications quickly before he opened Instagram, scrolling aimlessly through his reels. He swiped upon a particularly funny minions meme, pushing air out of his nostrils in a half-laugh, before angling his phone down to show her. He looked down to watch her reaction, his favourite thing in the world being to see her laugh - it was automatically a great day for him whenever he was the one to coax a giggle from her - but instead saw she was asleep, lips parted slightly, and eyebrows relaxed. 

He smiled fondly down at her, using the arm she was laying on to rub soothingly up and down her arm. He clicked ‘Save’ on the meme, telling himself to remember to show her later, before he opened Safari, logging into Twitter, or ‘X’ now, - ‘so fucking stupid’ he thought - looking to see what fans had to say about their new show, ‘Still… at their very best.’

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[misserabella]

Can you pls do a fic where reader is on her period and ellie comforts her/helps her? 💭

a/n; okay but why are periods so hard? :( also! didn’t know if you wanted smut or fully fluff so i did both! hope you like it!

cw; fluff, cramps, period blood, reader getting horny, teasing, praising, praise kink, hickeys, dry humping, making out, fingering (r receiving), praise kink…

you groaned, turning on your side, hands on your lower stomach. your period had come and the cramps were horrible.

but you had your beautiful girlfriend there for you, ellie.

“here baby.” she came into the room, a painkiller in hand along with a glass of water. you sat up, taking them from her to swallow the pill, hoping it will take the pain away.

“thanks baby.” you smiled, pecking her lips when she leaned over.

“what do you feel like doing?” she put the glass on the night stand, laying beside you and leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. “want to watch a film?” you nodded.

“as long as you cuddle me.” you pointed at her, and she laughed, taking your cheek to kiss you.

“whatever my girl needs.” your heart melted, and you kissed her again. you couldn’t believe your luck.

“i love you.” you muttered against her lips.

“i love you too.” she pecked your lips softly before grabbing the control remote and pulling you closer onto her chest. you cheek was pressed against her heart, her heartbeat lulling you. you two scrolled mindlessly through netflix until one film caught your attention, putting it on.

ellie’s fingers laced on your hair, softly combing the strands. she always did this. she showed her love through physical touch, even the slightest caress counted.

you really wanted to enjoy the moment, but halfway through the film you were getting distracted. something that always seemed to happen when you’d get your period is that you’d get horny. really horny.

and having your beautiful girlfriend with nothing more than a white wife beater that let her perky nipples show and a pair of boxers was really not helping you. you hid your face on the crook of her neck, taking in her perfume. you loved it so much…

ellie slightly shivered when you left a soft kiss on the skin of her neck, and another, and another… she sighed, and slightly crooked her head to give you more space.

“what are you doing?” she breathily inquired, a smirk on her lips. she knew where this was leading, and she was not stopping you.

“hmm, nothing.” you muttered, and pulled a leg over her thighs, straddling her and continuing with the assault on her neck, sucking bruises that made her sigh.

“baby…” her hands landed on your ass, squeezing your cheeks as her head tilted backwards, her hips snapping into yours, making you whimper.

“need you.” you muttered, looking into her eyes.

“you need me, sweet girl?” you nodded. “how do you ask for it, hm?” she inquired, and your pussy throbbed. you knew she wanted you to beg. her hands cupped your tits, full and sensitive, and you whimpered.

“please…” she hummed.

“atta girl.” she praised, and you moaned. “what do you need, hm?” she left a wet kiss on your jaw. “my fingers?” one of her hands resting on your chest slowly drifting down your stomach to your core, throbbing and soaked in between your legs. you grounded yourself on her touch, moaning. “my mouth?” she whispered in your ear, and you sighed.

“your fingers. need you inside…” you pleaded, and she happily obliged, helping you slide down your legs your shorts and panties. her fingertips were tinted red the very first second her fingers dipped in between your lips, and you hissed. “fuck!” you moaned when she slowly draw little circles on your clit.

“that’s it, huh? so fucking sensitive…” she grunted, her own pussy drooling at the sight of you, so needy and perfect.

her free hand pushed up your —her�� oversized shirt, exposing your tits and beautiful nipples, which she took in her mouth, sucking and making your back arch.

“ellie…” you gasped when she pushed one of her fingers inside, your tight wet walls receiving her. “more…”

“so fucking needy.” she groaned, adding a second finger before starting to fuck them in and out of you. you gripped on her shoulders. fuck. it felt so fucking good… your hips started to move against her touch, fucking yourself on her fingers.

she curled her fingers, abusing your g spot. you and het knew you wouldn’t last too much, not while being this sensitive.

she knew you were close by the way your walls were squeezing her, so her free hand made its way down to your clit, circling it and making you moan.

“come on doll, give it to me. i know you want to.” you whimpered, after one, two, three more thrusts your cum was coating her bloody fingers. “that’s it. good girl.” she fucked you through it, delighted in the moans and sighs you let out.

you kissed her, tongue playing with hers in a deep and sloppy kiss.

“i love you.”

“i love you more, baby.”

-

🩷

[luvrhischier]

Hi! Can I request a jamie drysdale fic based on the song wish you were sober by Conan Grey?

wish you were sober // jamie drysdale

pairing: jamie drysdale x reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: alcohol/drinking, idk ooc jamie ig

a/n: didn’t know who you wanted to be the drunk one so i assumed you wanted jamie

a/n 2: i didn’t go back and really edit this so excuse any mistakes pls

This party's shit, wish we could dip

Go anywhere but here

Please don't drink more beer

I'ma crawl outta the window now

'Cause I don't like anyone around

Kinda hope you're followin' me out

But this is definitely not my crowd

You used to love this. The parties, the drinking until you made decisions that you would regret in the morning but laugh about later, the meeting a new stranger every night and flirting with no intention of anything real or lasting. But now you hated this. The music was too loud and the people were louder. The heat from bodies cramped together dancing and making out made it hard to breathe.

“It’ll just be us and a couple of the guys.” That’s what Jamie had said and you were fine with that, you were looking forward to it.

Honestly you should’ve known better. You should’ve figured it out when he insisted on taking your car, saying it was more comfortable. Looking back you were mad at yourself for being so naive.

When he pulled up to the house you knew you couldn’t drink even if you wanted to. Someone had to drive home because he wouldn’t be able to, he was never able to be the one who drove home after nights like this. You looked down at the cup in your hand, just water. 

You wanted to leave more than anything. You didn’t care where you went you just didn’t want to be at this stupid party. Maybe tonight would be the night that he would want to leave just as much as you did. Maybe he was having a horrible time and wanted to go home and just put on some cheesy movie until you both fell asleep. You needed to find him.

You scanned the crowd from the corner you had decided to stay in, looking for him. You knew exactly where he’d be but a small part of you wanted to believe tonight was different so you still searched everywhere but there. Finally you gave in and looked at where the liquor was. You felt any hope you had of him wanting to leave slip away. There he was, grabbing another beer.

“Jamie, please don’t,” you whispered. “Just put it back down.” You were begging that somehow he would magically hear you. 

You knew that you’d never make it over in time to stop him so you were praying that maybe he had just enough sense to stop himself. But he didn’t. Your heart deflated as you watched his lips make contact with the bottle. You had to look away before your heart broke anymore. 

You scanned the crowd again. Each new face you looked at was a complete stranger. You needed to leave. You knew none of these people and few that you did know were scattered everywhere, hidden in the sea of people who were all drinking, smoking, and dancing. If you were doing the same you’d probably want to stay. But you weren’t.

Nineteen, but you act twenty-five now

Knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow

Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed

Take me where the music ain't too loud

Trade drinks, but you don't even know her

You tried to think back to when this whole cycle started. It was never like this before, so what was the turning point? You didn’t want to admit that getting drafted was the turning point but if you were being honest with yourself, you knew that’s exactly when everything changed, when he changed. You loved that he was getting to live his dreams but hated that the cost of that was losing himself. He was a kid thrown into a world of screaming fans and constant requests for pictures and autographs and he felt like he had to act a certain way in order to make it. 

You were at your limit for the night and you had to leave and get as far away from this party as possible. You let out a deep breath, preparing yourself to push through the crowd. It was now or never. 

You entered the crowd. You tried to be soft and polite at the beginning. Saying excuse me and waiting for people to move out of your way on their own. A few people stepped aside and let you pass, but most didn’t, they were too caught up in their own little worlds. The nice way wasn’t going to work. 

“Get out of my way,” you yelled repeatedly as you forcefully pushed people out of the way, not caring that they were gross and sweaty. You could hear, “Fuck you” or “What the fuck?”, being yelled in a never ending cycle with the occasional, “Bitch,” to spice things up. You couldn’t have cared less about their words or feelings, all you cared about was getting the hell out of there. 

When you made it out of the crowd you could finally breathe again. You raised one hand to your chest as the other ran through your hair and sighed. You looked up and there he was. His back was facing towards you and it was almost like he was permanently attached to the bar where the alcohol was set up. 

You walked up to him and softly tapped his arm to get his attention. He turned with the biggest smile on his face. He shouted your name in glee.

“There you are!” He exclaimed and pulled you in for a hug. He reeked of alcohol, it was too much for you to handle, you had to pull away. “I missed you.” He pouted when you looked up at him.

“Yeah I missed you too,” you muttered. You watched as he turned to grab something and turned back with a cup in his hand.

“You wanna drink?” He held his hand out and his words were slurring together. You looked at the cup then back to Jamie’s face.

“I can’t drink anything,” you sighed.

“Why not?” 

“Because someone has to drive home,” you were trying your hardest not to snap. 

“Right, right,” his eyes glanced down at the cup before he quickly downed it. You wanted to scream. He tried to go back to his beer but you grabbed it from him and placed it out of his reached. “Hey, I wasn’t done with that!”

“Can we please go home?” You asked as you stopped him from trying to get another drink. 

You wanted to give him an opportunity to show that he was still somewhat himself again. He said nothing but his eyes looked at something behind you. You watched as Jamie stopped a random girl that was walking by.

“Can I have that?” He pointed at her cup. The girl giggled and nodded before handing it over. “Thanks,” Jamie smirked then winked, his drunk confidence taking over.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief as Jamie went to take a sip of the random drink. This was a new all time low. You raised your hand and smacked the cup out of his grip before he could. You watched as the liquid landed on some poor boy just trying to get a beer. You whispered a small apology. You turned to look at Jamie and saw that he was laughing at what just happened. 

He wasn’t himself, he was completely and utterly wasted. You were once again going to have to drag him out of a party. You grabbed Jamie’s elbow and pushed past the girl and pushed through the crowd like you did before, much more forcefully this time. 

“I don’t want to leave,” you could hear him whine as you made it outside. You finally stopped at the sidewalk. 

“I know you don’t but you have to,” you sighed and turned to him. When you looked at him you could see that he was still adamant about staying. “Jamie please,” you whispered, practically on your knees begging. You watched as his eyes scanned your face for awhile.

“Okay,” he finally agreed.

Save me 'til the party is over

Kiss me in the seat of your Rover

Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

The alcohol hadn’t completely hit yet so he could still somewhat walk on his own, only needing a little bit of help. When you made it to your car you let out a breath of relief. You went to open the passenger door and watched as he stumbled his way towards you. 

“Come on let’s get you buckled up,” you helped him climb his way into the car. You felt like a mother taking care of her child right now and you hated it. 

“You’re my best friend, you know that right?” He asked as you got him sat. 

It was starting. Most nights Jamie would run off at the beginning of the night, completely abandoning you. It was only afterwards that he finally acknowledged you, and tonight was one of those night.

“Yes, I know. You’re my best friend too,” you smiled, trying to just go along with his drunk rambling. 

He hummed, feeling satisfied and happy that he was also your best friend. You grabbed the seatbelt and leaned over to buckle it. You felt his lips kiss your cheek. It was sloppy and wet. The first time this happened you felt butterflies and your body felt like it was on fire. Now it was just another one of his drunken habits. 

“That was really sweet,” you said as you checked the seatbelt one last time.

When you pulled away to shut the door you saw that he had a big goofy smile on his face.

All of this would mean something if he was sober, and you wished more than anything that he was.

Trip down the road, walking you home

You kiss me at your door

Jamie spent most of the drive talking, you couldn’t understand him half of the time but it kept him occupied so you just let him continue. When you pulled into the driveway you took a moment to prepare yourself. 

This part was always hard. The alcohol had caught up with him. He was a mess who could barely walk on his own. Having to help a drunk, 180lbs, hockey player walk to his room never got easier, even if you’ve done it almost 100 times. For now you wanted to just focus on getting him to the front door. You walked over to unbuckle him. 

“Okay I’m gonna need your help, okay? You said as you helped him out. “Put your arm over my shoulder,” you instructed. He nodded his head and dramatically threw his arm over your shoulder. You let out one last breath.

Slowly, and wobbly, you made it to the door. You turned your head up at Jamie. His eyes were lidded and he was softly humming to himself. If you hadn’t seen this a million times before you would be laughing and smiling and finding this adorable.

“Lean against that wall so I can unlock the door.” You place him back against the wall and watched as he slid down. You let out a small groan, before unlocking the door. You pushed it open the turned back to Jamie. “Come on let’s get you back up.” You exasperated. 

When he was standing up and leaning against the wall again, you took a moment to collect yourself. You leaned your forehead on his shoulder and felt a tear slip out. You gained your composure before going to look at him again. Jamie took this as an opportunity to quickly give you a kiss. Like the kiss on the cheek earlier, it was sloppy and wet but now it was like you could taste every drink he had drank that night. You pulled away quickly and felt another tear fall. You knew that Jamie wanted to say something but you started to move him before he could.

You kicked the door closed with your foot once you were inside. You looked at the stairs, this was always the difficult part. You readjusted Jamie’s arm and your hold on him. You walked to the stairs and stopped. 

“Lean against the railing for me, just a little bit,” you ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” Jamie saluted playfully. 

“We’re gonna go one step at a time and we’re gonna do it slowly.” 

Pullin' me close, beg me, "Stay over"

But I'm over this roller-coaster

I'ma crawl outta the window now

Getting good at saying, "Gotta bounce"

You kicked open his bedroom door and quickly made it over to his bed. You sat him down and took a moment to regain some strength to keep going. Once you felt okay enough to continue you kneeled down in front of him.

“At least take me to dinner first,” he joked. You just scoffed before taking his shoes off. You walked over to his dresser and grabbed a random pair of sweats and a random shirt. 

“Put this on.” You tossed him the clothes. You left before you started to undress. 

You walked to the kitchen to get water and some medicine for when he woke up. You leaned against the counter and let out a frustrated sob. Tears you had been trying to hold back started to fall. No, you couldn’t cry yet, you had to make sure he was situated. You splashed some cold water on your face and grabbed the pain medicine and water, grabbing extra for Trevor who obviously wasn’t home yet.

When you returned he was sitting on his bed again. You set down the water and medicine on his nightstand before turning to him

“Stay,” he said softly and he grabbed your hand and pulled you to stand in between his legs. He leaned his head against your stomach and your hands went to run through his hair. 

This was the part you hated the most. The part where he asks, sometimes begs, you to stay. The part where it feels like he’s completely sober and himself again. But he wasn’t and you couldn’t stay, you never did, no matter how much you want to. 

“I can’t,” you whispered. You gently pulled his head away to look at his face. Knowing that when you saw his face you’d be brought back to reality because his face showed that he was still wasted. You sighed and helped him lay down. You could see he wasn’t happy with your response. “I can come over another night, I have a big test that I have to study for. Not all of us can be professional hockey players,” you forced an excuse and simple joke out of your mouth. 

“I think you could make it in the big leagues. You always give Trevor and I a run for our money,” he smiled as he settled into his bed. You smiled softly and watched his eyes close. 

You always stayed until he fell asleep just to make sure he was okay. When you heard his breathing even out and soft snores you knew you could go. You walked out and quietly shut the door behind you. When you were halfway down the stairs Trevor walked in. You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms.

“Uber, I promise.” He held his hands up, already knowing what you were about to ask. Satisfied with his words you continued.

“I set out some water and meds for you. They’re on the counter,” you said when you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“You’re literally a saint,” he smiled as he hugged you. You softly laughed before pulling away. When Trevor saw your face up close his smile dropped. “Is he…” He trailed off. You looked back towards his room. 

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Can you just text me later and tell me how he’s doing?” You walked to the door. 

“Yeah,” he whispered. 

“Goodnight Trevor,” you smiled as you walked out. 

Honestly, you always let me down

When you got in your car you just sat there for a moment. This was exhausting, life draining almost. You leaned your head against your steering wheel and finally let out the sobs and tears you had been holding in.

You couldn’t wait to get home. You couldn’t wait to take a warm shower and wash the night off of you. You couldn’t wait to lay down in bed and sleep for an entire day. And as much as you hated it, you couldn’t wait to see him again.

He would be himself the next you saw him and it would feel like everything was okay. 

“I’m never drinking that much again!” Is what he’s going to say and stupidly you’re going to hope that this time is he was being honest.

But deep, deep down you knew he wasn’t. You knew he was going to do this again and again because he always did. He always let you down in the end.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Spinning Wheels

Tw: 18+, contains sexual content.

The enclosed spaces rung with gunshots, agent after agent was shot down or killed with each of the teams taking great losses down to only two members left alive and uninjured.

Many stepped back to recover but succumbed to their wounds, D'va and Widowmaker were in hiding and steathily snuck around their last two enemies to end the battle, attempting a surprise ambush and surrounding them.

To their surprise, the two opponents got to them first with Cassidy and Widowmaker taking each other out with lethal force, putting the numbers down to a one on one battle.

D'va had her heart beating in her ears, she was paranoid and constantly turned to defend her body and her baby from harm, moving into an awful open space, she scanned as loud beeping sounded from behind, she turned and was hit in the bomb radius, she was flung out of her mech.

Bruised and aching, she crawled to the nearest bit of safety she could find with her broken arm and aching womb, she slithered behind boxes in a dark corner of the room.

Leaning against the wall, she felt a pain running down her stomach and cramping into her bump, she arches her back and groans quietly, a mass increased inside her pelvis as she yelps in pain.

The burn worsened, she knew it was coming but her bodysuit was still on and she needed a way to take it off, luckily the explosion tore small slits on the thighs, she tugged at it and ripped a big enough hole for the baby to pass through.

Swaying her hair, she felt her hips buck up while she adjust into a kneeling posture with her ache returning as the mass lowered down her insides.

Though the quiet would be short-lived with loud clanging footsteps grow near as she placed her hand over her mouth as the pain got worse and aches more intense and tight around her belly.

She saw the mech infront, it's footstesps stop in front of her as the mech's hand crushes through and catches her as she makes her escape, it was crushing in her arms and held up.

Facing the pilot, she saw a... hamster? The pure confusion made D'va sigh, the hamster was not ordinary, far from it with the hamster moving a thumb and tapped into D'va's large bump.

D'va tensed up and squirmed around, a gush of water dripped onto the brick as she groans with an intense rush of pain, the urge to pushing was signaling D'va but she resists.

The mech lightly increases the thumb's pressure as she wails and clenches her fist with forming tears in her eyes, the pressure was increasing as the baby pops into a crown.

She wheezes with her teeth, inhaling sharply in through her open lips while she coughs and then begs, the pressure is then increased.

Her head then pulls back, she feels the upper- half burst out of her insides, her pupils dilate and she pants for air, her fist clench as she pushes with panic, screaming wildy and loudly.

The baby then pops out into the mech's other hand while she gasps for air, the cord is then snapped off with proper cut as D'va begs for freedom, the newborn was plopped down.

With the mech's left finger pushed into her insides, the rugged cold steel burning into extreme pains as she wheezes and squeals.

"Ah! Ngg- kha! Ouh! Pl- Kgaaa! Ow! No! NGah!"

The finger pulls out as she's dropped down in horrible pained, exshausted defeat while she aims her gun and headshots the hamster, as within this fight is a stalemate.

She crawls, squealing and heaving as she puffs with the twin forming the crown, she crawls to reach the crying baby.

Her stomach aches, she freezes to push and bursts out the head as she's ravaged in pain bearing down and screaming until the twin plops down and dangles between her thighs.

She pulls out the baby, slithering as she then finally reaches the babe, she rolls flat on her back and stares into the ceiling with cheery thoughts that atleast the babies safe with her.

[sugarikiz]

can I pls request a fic where reader is on her period and already in a bad mood so when sunghoon comes home from practice early saying his stomach hurts too & that he’s sick she thinks he’s just poking fun at her and doesn’t take him seriously but later on when they go to the convenience store together cus she needs to buy pads she realizes that he’s actually rlly unwell and feels bad and takes care of him.

Sure! Here it is!

Also, can I call u 🧡anonnie? Bcs u requested for enha… If u want another emoji, tell me!

(photo isn’t Mine!)

You groan as you shift uncomfortably in your spot on the couch. Your period had started early and it hurt so much worse than normal. Usually, you would be used to it, having periods for the past god knows how many years, but this time, it felt like you were being stabbed in multiple places, your abdomen, your legs and your head.

You were desperately waiting for your boyfriend sunghoon to get home from dance practice with the rest of the members so that he could go to the store with you.

The second you hear the door click open, you call out sunghoon’s name just to find him groaning in pain on his way in. He was clutching his stomach as he held on to the tv stand. You, now starting to think he’s mocking you and making fun of you, due to the fact that your abdomen felt like it was getting stabbed by the sharpest knife on the whole entire planet. Back to what you think is him mocking you, you let out a scoff and say, “well, you can stop making fun of the fact that im in pain right now, you know…”

“What? Baby, what makes you think that im mocking you, and that im actually not in pain right now?” Sunghoon replies, still clutching his stomach. “Well, I don’t know but from the way that you’re having a ‘stomach ache’ right now, when I just started my period today, is a bit suspicious to me.” you reply, irritated. thanks so much, dumb mood swings!

“Well, do you need me to get you anything from the store?”, Sunghoon asks, definitely worried about you. “Well, i was gonna go to the store and buy some pads so, if you want to join me, then come along.” you reply, just wanting your cramps to go away for once today. (at the store)

You walk down the snack aisle with Sunghoon next to you, or at least you thought he was next to you. You stop for a second and realise that he wasn’t next to you anymore. You look behind to see that he was standing a fee feet behind you and once again clutching his stomach.

‘Oh, maybe he wasn’t joking.’ You thought as you hurriedly walked up to him and asked him, “baby, what’s wrong? I’m so sorry that I thought you were making fun of me, it was very horrible of me to think that. But what happened?” “um, you didn’t let me tell you but I didn’t eat anything the entire day because of practice and I didn’t even realise that I hadn’t eaten at all, so I realised that I hadn’t only when my stomach started to hurt like hell.” he says, a bit slowly due to the fact that he was shutting his eyes in pain.

“Hoonie, baby, oh my gosh I feel so bad now. Come on, let me take you home and give you something to eat and a painkiller to stop your stomach ache, okay?” You say sweetly, much more different from your demeanour about a half hour ago.

You get him to lie down the second that you get home, giving him his food in bed, a bowl of rice and some kimchi. After he devoured his food, he slowly started to doze off, and you, noticing that, turn off the lights, and get him covered up in a blanket, before lying down next to him, getting into his blanket and letting him fall into your embrace…

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[mauvefayette6]

heyy! I was wondering if you could do a Todd Anderson x fe!male

I read your rules I fully respect them but idk if you find this rather awkward but here goes nothing.

*stands up on desk*

Todd Anderson x fe!male reader- readers on her period and she feels completely awful, bad- HORRID cramps! can't even move her legs. Todd is a sweetheart in this! pls?

Just a oneshot- if you do onshots, if not hc are good. even if its short, idc. Love your writing! ur amazing!

thx

Period. [ Todd Anderson/fem!Reader ]

TW/CW: Reader is on her period/talk of blood/ she/her pronouns are used!

of course this is one of the plots that are set in the 50s bcs yk i just do it thag way sometimes. There is 0 shame in being a menstruating person! But in the 50s that was a different story! So that will be shown here in the story of course if wanted I could do a similar story but have it be modern!

••

You sat at the library, you were studying for an upcoming exam in Trig. You took in a deep breath when it was announced that it was lights out.

You stood up when a rush of something went down. Your heart dropped when you realized that your menstrual cycle started. Your eyes widened as you checked the chair for a sign of a stain.

You sighed in relief when you saw nothing. You groaned before deciding to deal with this later. Your period usually was tamed and not at all messy. If you could get a pad from your roommate everything will be better.

Walking up the stairs the uncomfortableness of the feeling bugged you.

“Please, not right now.” You cried as you rushed up the steps and into your dorm room.

Your roommate gave you a confused look as you began searching all your things for anything!

“What’s going on?” Your roomie asked as you nervously sighed.

“I just started the curse,” you whispered here eyes widened. “I can’t find anything!”

“I have like one extra in my closet hidden behind my clothes!” She quickly got up and began to search her closet.

She found it and handed it to you with a gleeful smile.

“A life savor!” You hugged her before quietly and quickly walking out of your room and into the ladies restroom.

After the whole fiasco was over you decided to turn in for the night. Getting into your nightclothes you shut down for the night.

The worry of what you’re going to do with your problem haunting you.

The next morning you woke up with the absolute worst cramp humanly possible.

You held your stomach as you began to softly sobbed.

“You alright?” Your roomie asked as you shook your head. “Want me to go to the nurse? I can ask for some medication?”

“Could you? I have to get up for this stupid Trig exam,” you deeply sighed the realization that you would have to put up with this horrible sensation all day.

Your roommate quickly rushed to get some medication, anything would be helpful.

She came back in with a Tylenol and a cup of water. “This is all she would give me.”

You gave her an appreciative smile before taking them. “I just hope this keeps me alive for at least the rest of the day.”

Sighing you got up and the rush of blood came down as you held your stomach.

“I wish they did more to help the menstruating population of Welton.” Your roommate sighed as you two began the journey to class.

“Ha! Welton doesn’t care about us. We are only here because the parents insisted the girls get the same education as the boys,” you mumbled.

“Hey!” The cheery voice of none other then your boyfriend Todd Anderson smiled as he approached you.

“Hey! Good morning Todd,” you smiled as he hugged you.

“You okay?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Just some personal problems, no biggie,” you laughed as a terrible cramp began. You had to hold the smile so he wouldn’t notice.

“You sure? You look like you could use a cig,” he laughed.

“She said she was fine Todd, now stop insisting!” Your roomie shouted angrily.

“Oh…” Todd awkwardly smiled as the walk to Trig was silent and tense.

••

Class was over as you survived day one of your cycle.

“It wasn’t that bad!” You smiled as a cramp began. You groaned in pain as you and your roommate walked to the dorm room.

“You looked like you were in awful pain the entire time.” Your roommate said and you rolled your eyes.

“Probably because I was in absolute pain,” you mumbled as you two entered the dorm room. “I don’t even know if I have the energy for any studying or doing any homework!”

“You should rest, maybe I could go get another Tylenol from the nurse,” she smiled as you shook your head.

“I’m just going to take a quick nap to sleep away the pain.” You mumbled as you got into bed and shut off for the night.

You woke up the next morning, day two of your cycle to the most excruciating pain you have ever felt. It felt like knives were being impaled onto your stomach.

“You okay?!” Your roommate asked as she rushed to your side. You shook your head quickly.

“Tylenol will not help this,” you cried hugging yourself tighter as the pain increased.

“You have to stay in bed!” Your roommate said as she looked at you.

“I-I can’t! I have to go to class!” You groaned as you kept your eyes shut.

“Please, I will explain to the nurse and see if she can do anything about this.” Your roommate rushed out the room as you laid there holding your stomach.

You heard a knock before someone entered.

“You okay?” The sweet voice of Todd Anderson whispered. “I just saw Gregoria rush out the room.”

“I’m swell! Just not feeling my best!” You tried your best to keep a happy smile on your face as you turned to look at him.

“You don’t look amazing…” He whispered as he crouched besides you. He felt your forehead, “it isn’t fever.”

“Todd, darling, you’ll be late for class if you don’t rush over there right now.” You mumbled facing him.

“I’d much rather stick by your side then go to class.” He smiled.

In that moment your roommate barged in, “The nurse said she’ll talk to the professors and suggested that you stay in bed!” Her expression dropped when she saw Todd.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked and Gregoria shook her head refusing to say.

“Todd, I’m on my period and the cramps are seriously killing me,” you whispered holding his hand. His dace went bright red as he nodded his head in understanding.

“My mom takes this tea when she was you know.. on her period.” He smiled as he caressed your hair. “I can sneak and make you a cup of it.”

“That would be lovely, I’m staying in bed all day.” You laughed as you turned and looked at him caressing his cheeks and bringing him in for a kiss.

“Well, I guess this is the que for me to go to class. I’ll share my notes for each class… For both of you of course.” She smiled before excusing herself.

“You really don’t have to stay here, you still have time to be in class…” You whispered even though you hoped he would refuse and stay by your side.

“Nonsense, I can’t leave my girlfriend to lay by herself in pain,” he laughed as he kissed you again.

“You’re so lovely Todd,” you whispered bringing him in for another lovely kiss.

[hoetani]

𝐕. 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒

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✉ Relationship: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

✉ Warnings: fluff, angst, cheating maybe? toxicity (17+ blog)

✉ WC: 1k

✉ A/N: Another chapter wooh!! Also if the texting format is unclear pls let me know and I’ll try to change it!

The curtains are drawn and the living room is dark. Perched on the couch, soft clicks fill the apartment as you tap away at your lap top. After crossing another task off your list, a hand comes up to wipe your brow, it’s late and you’ve been holed up for hours trying to finish this annoying project.

A harsh knock captures your attention, distracting you from your work. Slumping to the door, it swings open to reveal a grinning Ran. He leans against the frame like a model, with a heavy plastic bag in one hand.

“You look like shit,” he says cheerfully, assessing your appearance.

Raking a hand through your dishevelled hair, you step aside to let him in, suddenly conscious about how messy the place is.

“What do you want?”

“Is that anyway to talk to someone bringing you food?”

As if on cue, your stomach rumbles, wailing for attention. Returning to the couch, you reluctantly pat the spot beside you.

“That’s more like it,” he grins.

Setting the bag on the coffee table, he chucks you a box before taking one for himself. The smell of fried food is like a warm greeting from someone you love. Peering in, you notice all of the same food items you used to order when you were younger.

Ran must’ve been watching you as he sheepishly says, “I didn’t know what you’d want so I just got your old order.”

Leaning back, you munch on a piece of cucumber, “Just can’t believe you remember it, it’s been so long.”

“I remember everything about you.”

Evading his gaze, you hide your burning face by quickly turning the tv on, choosing a random feel-good movie. The only noise is the sound of crunching and the laughter from the tv, you don’t dare speak again. Even though you can reach out to him, it still feels like you’re worlds apart.

“What’s wrong?” Ran asks, after starting a new movie, watching as discomfort contorts your features.

“My leg is cramping,” you mutter, stretching it awkwardly as it hangs uncomfortably off the sofa. Silently he drops them onto his lap and to your relief, the pain gradually soothes away.

“Sure you don’t mind-” you cut off, not realising how close he is until you look up, breath catching in your throat. You can feel the warmth of his face as he closes in.

Stop it. Stop him.

His lips brush against yours, tentatively testing the waters before delving deeper when you respond. It only lasts a few seconds before the situation starts to sink in.

Ripping yourself away your eyes widen in disbelief. A hand raises to your lips, still warm from the sinful encounter.

He says your name over and over, his eyebrows pulled down to reveal the creases of his forehead.

“I-”

“Please leave,” you whisper.

With a pained look, he slips out of the apartment leaving you alone with your raging thoughts. Turns out your boyfriend was right to be worried, you did exactly what he was afraid off! Tears of anguish bubble over, how will you tell him.

03:39, From Ran:

‘Talk to me please.’

You shut the device off and lay lifelessly in bed, remorse drapes over you like a blanket, preventing you from sleeping. All of the horrible feelings hit you like a freight train but what confuses you most is that your lips are still tingling.

…

Ran’s desperation is evident in the way he’s been hounding you, but you can’t bring yourself to face him like this, all out of place. You’re careful not to open any of his messages or receive any of his calls but It’s only a matter of time before he tries the apartment again.

With head in hands, you want to scream. Thoughts clash and collide in the battlefield that is your brain. Shame eats you up, tearing its way through your very essence. The arrangement was to be friends, so why the hell did you kiss him back?!

There are two options. One, pretend to remain blissfully ignorant and blame it on your lack of sleep, two, face it head on. You’re leaning towards the latter, optimistically hopeful that Asahi will understand.

Another barraging knock shakes you lucid. It’s different to the previous ones and your mind wanders to the youngest Haitani. Has Ran sent him as a peace offering?

Carefully opening it, shock inflates your chest as you’re immediately engulfed in a suffocating hug.

“Asahi!”

He’s here, your boyfriends here in the middle of your withering breakdown. He hugs you tighter, arms enclosing around you to prevent any escape.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to apologise in person,” he says pulling away, “What I did was real shitty, probably because I hadn’t seen you in a while it made me anxious or something.”

“Okay…” You trail off still trying to process everything. He pulls you back into an all-consuming hug, determined to squeeze you into his chest.

From the corner of your eye, Ran exits the elevator, a big bouquet of purple hyacinths in hand. His eyes widen when he sees you, wrapped around Asahi. Something curls in the base of your gut, unfurling slowly but powerfully. Before guilt can degrade you some more, you drag your boyfriend inside and shut the door, hoping your problems will stay out there too.

Your boyfriend rattles on, sharing the details of his journey as you sit and try to listen – like a good girlfriend should, but your mind is elsewhere.

“I need a rest, all that travelling tired me out,” he yawns loudly, snapping you back to reality.

You decide to join him, maybe some rest will help to clear the fog that’s been hazing you. As he lays by your side snoring away, a pair of lilac eyes haunt you like a bad dream.

When you open the door the next day, there, on the floor, lie the pretty purple flowers.

“Where did they come from?” Asahi asks between bites of his crunchy cereal.

More guilt seeps out as you shove them onto the counter, “Just a friend.”

When he raises a brow but says nothing, you come to a decision. You’ll give him the rest of the day to settle in, and then hopefully you’ll be strong enough to tell him everything tomorrow. But until then, it’s time to have a chat with Yui.

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[nanaminsonyfans]

Comfort Headcanons

masterlist

a/n; not requested but i need this rn. its more of a vent piece rather than anything else. as for the second half, those are personally all my thoughts and worries with my scars. like a i, a vent piece.

warning; mention of periods, s*lf harm, scars, and poor body image.

Being on your period with him

Mark

Mark came home late as usual to see you clutching his sweater he wore everyday. You were curled up in the fetal position and groaning. You looked almost dead. He got worried immediately.

"Y/n, baby." He whispers softly, wrapping his arms around you, not even bothering to take his super-suit off. You smiles a little at the comfort and warmth of him against your back and waist.

"Yes?" "What's wrong?" "Cramps...." You mumble, almost embarrassed. What if he didnt want to be around you. Even though you've been dating forever, and you usually stay at his place, that fear was always in the back of your head.

"Period?" You just nod, chewing the inside of your cheek. "What are you craving?" He was so sweet, even if you weren't craving anything and told him so, he would still get you something.

"The frozen yogurt from that place in Australia." You mumble and he gets up. "I'll be right back with that, then I'll change and cuddle. Deal?" You smile at him, he loves your smile so much.

"Deal."

Rex

Rex had been cuddling you back at the Guardian headquarters. He knew of your monthly, tracked it even. He may be a douche but he cares for his s/o.

So here he was, holding the heating pad against your waist, rubbing the balls of your hips softly. His hands were rough from being a hero but, sometimes it was nice.

The way you were secure in his arms made you feel safer than ever. You're blinks got more slow as you tried to watch the movie with your boyfriend. He chuckled softly, your back vibrating being of his laugh.

"Baby, just sleep...you'll feel better if you do." "But....'anna....'end time 'ith yous..." You slur, half awake. "You are babe. Now sleep...." Rex kisses your head softly, earning a hum from you.

"g'night...."

He sees your SH scars for the first time

Mark

You two had been dating for awhile. Not long enough to have sex just yet but, long enough to have heavy make outs. But currently you weren't doing that.

It was Mark's birthday and you took him to your family's lake house. William, Eve, and Amber came too. It was easier to convince your parents that way.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror.

The swimsuit was cute, it suited any body type, but it showed a little too much...of your hips for your liking. You shook your head.

You did everything to try and get rid of the scars. Coconut oil? didnt work. Foundation? Also didnt, pls you were going swimming. Bandages? too obvious-

You were snapped out of your thoughts when there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, Y/n, you gonna come out yet?" "In-In a second!" You panicked. Fuck! You cant go out. it went from your hip to a little bit of your thigh. He was gonna fucking notice-

"Are you okay? I'm coming in-" "No dont-!"

He came in. At first he was awestruck by you. You looked amazing in that! His eyes wondered and he saw.

Yeah you had a few scars on your arms, but those healed, they werent as discolored as the ones on your hips. Didn't help that you would basically relapse every other week.

"Y/n-" "I-I know...you probably think I'm ugly an-and an attention whore and you dont want to be with me anymore. That's fine- i wouldn't want me either-"

His soft fingers trailed across the scars. Mark placed a small kiss on your forehead, a small yet sympathetic smile.

"I love you. Nothing will change that. Okay?" He says with those amazing eyes. Eyes that were telling the truth.

"Okay."

Rex

This man was handsy. So if you relapsed, the next day he knew, or he knew something was up. You opened up about it once, but he said he didnt care, as long as you were okay.

You weren't okay.

After a relapse, the next day you would cuddle Rex, his hands would go to your hips and you would flinch, then wince. It stung.

You never bothered to clean it because, you deserved this. Everything bad happening to you was of your doing.

You knew you were a horrible person. You didnt know why the fuck Rex would he with someone LIKE you. What the fuck made you special? You don't deserve any of this love or happiness.

And thats why you relapse. Because you dony deserve it. You dont deserve Rex, your friends, or being a superhero.

Right now, you were cuddling Rex. You had shorts on that were riding up a tad, showing more of your thigh. You didn't notice that your scars and discoloration from said scars were visible, until Rex's thumb grazed eyes over it.

"Y/n...you said you stopped..." You thought he was disappointed in you. Who wouldn't be? Plus you fucking lied to him. But no, it was just concern.

"I-I know and im sorry." You whisper and grab his hand, pulling it away. "You probably dont want me now. I'm ugly. I'll never be as attractive as Eve or Mark or Kate or-or..."

You cried as you stumbled over your words, cursing at yourself.

"Stop it." Rex looked stern. "I love you. You could be a turtle for all i care and id still love you. Even if that is beastiality." "Turtles can speak-" "Yeah but...." You let out a small giggle.

"Whatever." Rex grumbled with a slight smile. "But, no matter what, i will love you. Forever. Okay?" You nod, hugging him. "Just....come to me next time?"

"I'll try." "That's all i ask for..."

[laceymorganwrites]

Period sex with Levi

Word count: 1,394

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, unprotected sex (pls always use protection, thank u very much), ooc and bad writing but that´s a given with me <33

A/N: I´m really sorry this isn´t any better. I really suck at writing smut, even more so in characterizing Levi

You always hated staying behind on a mission. Only that this time it really was out of your control, you wouldn´t be of any use on your period.

And you knew that, it was only logical. Yet when you were alone in the headquarters you couldn´t stop worrying and wondering if everyone was alright.

You knew you weren´t useless but you still felt that way in those times, you wanted to help and look out for everyone but there was nothing you could do with those cramps.

Your head was killing you and you were just in the kitchen, drinking some tea, trying to drown out the pain.

The throbbing was horrible, making you unable to focus on anything.

Moving around didn´t help either, it just made it worse.

After a while you decided to retreat to your room and try to get some sleep, but it didn´t come to you. With every step you could feel your insides tense up, making you feel sick.

When you finally arrived at your room and flopped down onto bed you couldn´t stop moving around, being frustrated that you just couldn´t find a position that didn´t hurt.

Time moved incredibly slowly and you just wanted Levi to return and cuddle you, make the pain go away.

But he´d probably be tired after the mission. Maybe you could bribe him into taking a nap with you.

The thought made you smile slightly, your heart skipped a beat when thinking about his warm hand on your belly.

You abruptly sat up in bed when you heard the doors open after a few hours, regretting your choice immediately afterwards. Nevertheless you got out of bed, biting your tongue and making your way downstairs to greet those who have returned.

“Why aren´t you in bed?” Levi asked once he got to you, the worry in his undertone being very clear.

He went straight to your shared room with you after saying a few words to the cadets, you closed the door behind him.

“Are you feeling any better, love?” he asked, looking at you intently, but his eyes were soft and gentle.

Though they dropped when you shook your head.

“No...I tried everything but nothing works, still hurts...” you complained, whining a bit in frustration.

“Oh darling, I wish I could help you. I want to have you in my arms so bad right now, but I´m still dirty. I´ll hurry underneath the shower and then I´ll try to make it better, alright?” Levi looked at you with the utmost concern, he hated seeing you in pain and even more he hated being unable to do anything about it, all he could provide were empty words.

At the mere thought of him in the shower you squeezed your legs together, biting your lip, making him raise an eyebrow and chuckle a bit.

He could read you like a book, it has been a while since the last time you had sex, time alone together was rare as it was, but Levi didn´t have a high libido, though he was always more than willing to please you whenever you needed and wanted it.

“The warm water will help you, don´t you think?” he smirked and his eyes glistened when you nodded.

“Join me. Though… I can´t promise you won´t get dirty, you don´t mind, do you?” he asked, his voice getting lower by the second.

You shook your head, getting undressed with him, watching his back muscles and shoulders as he took off his shirt.

It was a simple motion, something he did every day and yet it never failed to stir up your insides. Levi was incredibly handsome even though he didn´t think so.

It wasn´t like he was insecure, well, too much anyway, he simply didn´t care about his looks.

He didn´t care about the looks of anyone, he never thought they mattered. But then again, he hadn´t met you at this point.

You walked into his life and stayed unlike everyone else. And unlike most people, Levi wanted you to stay.

And fuck did you show him what beautiful meant, you were a goddess in his eyes, the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth.

The man worshiped you beyond anything else. He never got why people were physically attracted to each other, much less the intimacy of love.

But you taught him so much, he could never take his eyes off you.

Physical contact scared him before he met you, but now all he wanted was for you to play with his hair, to rest your head on his chest, fuck, he wanted to touch you too. Voluntarily.

Even on your period.

And especially now, now that he had such a good excuse, not that he needed one.

Levi always appreciated you for everything you were, he didn´t get horny too often but when he did he couldn´t hold back.

He needed you then and there, never minding the blood.

Period sex was never something Levi thought about even considering but now it just seemed like the best thing in the world.

His eyes were fixated on you as he pulled you into the shower with him, turning on the warm water.

Levi just couldn´t help but softly caress the small of your back, tracing his fingers over your spine, watching your lips part and your eyes darken with lust.

His mouth got dry as he reached your breasts, ever so gently moving his hands over your nipples, he knew how sensitive they were in this time of month.

He noticed how your breath hitched and smiled slightly, caressing your hips and waist with his thumbs, they were rough and calloused but those were the reasons it felt so good.

Levi moved his hand to your aching pussy, circling his thumb over your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure through your body.

You moaned slightly and pulled him closer to you to kiss him passionately, he kissed back just as eagerly while inserting one finger inside of you, enjoying the familiar warmth, now only amplified by the blood.

You moved your hips in rhythm with him as he soon added another finger, slipping inside with ease.

He moved them both rather fast, pressing against your walls and that sweet spot that made your legs shake, meanwhile he was still working on your clit.

You reached out for him, feeling up his abs before moving to his cock and giving it a few good pumps.

Levi groaned and looked you deep in the eyes as he removed his fingers from your bloody pussy, leaving you wanting more for the small moment of emptiness.

He cleaned them underneath the shower head and then positioned himself between your legs where he hooked them around his waist to get better access.

You moaned slowly as he inserted himself into you, with such ease and care it made your heart jump.

You could feel your insides relax a bit, your cramps slowly were becoming more and more dull, not as sharp and painful anymore.

Levi moved slowly at first, as always he was gentle but steady. Deep thrusts and eye contact made you feel dizzy and all you could do was loosely wrap your arms around his strong shoulders and hold on.

You moaned and Levi grunted, he was quieter in bed but that never bothered you, you could still always tell when he felt good.

With each passing moment his thrust became faster and he continued to hit all the right spots, only adding to it was that he kept kissing you passionately and nibbling on your shoulder and neck a bit, not quite leaving marks.

You couldn´t hold back any longer and came with a loud cry of his name, he groaned deeply and filled his seed inside of you.

After you both caught your breaths again he proceeded to kiss you softly and wash you before leading you out of the shower to dry you and him.

“Do you feel any better, dear?” he asked you, the gentle warmth and concern never leaving his voice. “Not quite” you said, leading him to bed and laying down with him, you put his hand on your stomach and smiled at him.

“Now I do” you grinned and he chuckled a bit, kissing your forehead.

[abbysfrenchbraid]

hi! i love all of your writing, especially your abby fanfics. i know you’re in the middle of your eivor series right now, so pls disregard if you don’t feel like writing this request or don’t want to write for abby, but i was wondering if you could maybe write a hurt/comfort type imagine where abby either comforts the reader when they’re sad or after they have a nightmare. i get really frequent nightmares and love to read fanfics like this but totally understand if you’re not into the idea. all the love and i hope you’re doing well; merry christmas if you celebrate!

so this is half a year late, but I finally have a little more time to go through my requests so here it is! this is also the first time I've actively avoided gendering the reader as I've gotten a few requests for a nonbinary or genderfluid reader. This is not a cop-out on that, I definitely want to write an explicitly nb reader but I figured this would make the reading experience better for quite a few people!

Summary: The reader has recently lost a family member and stranded with the WLF. They struggle with frequent panic attacks and nightmares. Abby notices and tries to take care of them.

CW for loss of a family member (sibling), death and grief, heavy trauma, panic attacks, anxiety, nightmares, and struggling to breathe. The nightmares are also fairly violent and creepy so please watch out for yourselves and only read this if you're in a good state of mind <3

I've Got You

The truck rattled as Leah drove it up the road to the WLF stadium. It had been a particularly rough day on patrol. You and the other wolf had run into a group of freshly infected that seemed to have been three families once. The children had been the worst. The youngest had probably been about ten years old before she had turned, her eyes bright blue and her blonde curls matted with dried blood. You had taken care of them all, of course you had. But it had been horrible. You folded your hands in your lap to keep them from shaking.

You had joined the WLF a few months ago after losing your team and your little sister in a clicker-infested cellar you had set up camp in. It had been so fucking stupid, so careless. But everyone had been tired, you hadn’t seen any infected in days, and so only one of you had kept watch. He barely had time to scream before the clicker had ripped out his throat. It had been chaos, madness, everyone scrambling to escape into the network of damp corridors and storage rooms, more and more clickers being drawn to you by the noise.

Leah raised her hand at the armed guards at the gate and they opened for your truck. The sun was setting behind you and most people were inside the stadium now, eating or spending time with friends. Both of you were quiet. Leah’s legs were covered in slowly darkening blood and the smell was nauseating. The tall wolf pulled the truck into its designated spot and took a deep breath.

“Y/N?” You looked up at her. The circles under her eyes could compete with yours, but her face was still as kind as ever.

“Yeah?”

“You take care of yourself today. Take a long shower, get something to eat. I’ll let Martha know to give you a double portion for dinner.”

You smiled faintly at her. This was how it was here. All the wolves had seen terrible things and probably done even worse. They all chose to let it out in training and then leave it behind them. No sense in holding on. You nodded.

“Thanks, Lee. See you in the gym tomorrow.”

The brunette grinned and patted your thigh.

“6 am sharp!” She jumped out of the car and gave back the keys at the checkpoint, then she vanished inside the stadium.

You stayed in your seat. Your fingers had cramped up and you were scared to unfold them, scared you would never be able to stop them from shaking again.

Sierra had held your hand all the way, not letting go as you dragged her through the darkness, fought off four infected, stumbled up stairs you had not come down on, and found yourself in a ravaged theater. You had run all night and only stopped when you were unable to go a single step further. When you had found a small pawnshop that you could lock up safely, you had made a bed of your jacket and a moth-eaten blanket from the theater. Sierra had started to cry. You would never forget the way dread had started to creep into your limbs, seeping into your skin and stretching dark tendrils toward your throat. You had rolled up Sierra’s sleeve and there it was. A relatively small mark, just the puncture wounds from two teeth turned into mean scratches as Sierra had pulled her arm from the jaws of a clicker and kept on running. But it had already begun to fester, the edges of the wound an angry red contrasting the white blisters forming around the site. It felt like the ground had been pulled from below your feet. You fell and fell, unable to speak, to do anything, just staring at the thing that meant the end of the world. The end of your baby sister.

A shout caught your attention - another car had returned to the stadium and was pulling into a spot a few paces away. It was Manny and Abby, everyone’s favorite duo. The attractive joker and the stoic warrior. They were among Leah’s best friends and she had introduced them to you a while ago, all of them welcoming you warmly. It had been strange, being part of a group again, a team. Your heart was still too sore.

So you had quietly pulled yourself out of most of the group evenings, the film nights and game nights and arm wrestling tournaments and what else there was to do. Manny had tried his luck flirting with you a few times and one time you had even joined him for a dance, but after realizing he wouldn’t land with you he had respectfully backed off and now treated you more like a little sister. Mel and Owen had been nice, too, both very secluded when they turned up together, but Owen was funny and enthusiastic and always yelled your name across the cafeteria or the training course when he saw you. He was one of the few people who could make you laugh no matter how hard you tried not to.

Nora was a whirlwind, the smartest person you had ever known and unfaltering no matter what the universe threw at her feet. She liked poetry and hard rock music, big men and even bigger women. You had often wondered whether she and Abby had ever hooked up. But you weren’t sure of anything concerning Abby. Always the stony face, the impenetrable wall, the arms-length smile and polite nod in the hallway. It could be infuriating at times. Especially because despite it all, against all your better judgment, you could feel yourself growing more and more interested in her, constantly looking for her in a crowd and sneaking side glances to see if she was listening to you or laughing at the same things.

The car doors banged and the sound echoed through the small space. Manny was laughing about something Abby had said and walked with a bounce in his step as he approached the counter to hand back his keys. Abby looked like she always did, khaki cargo pants and a black cutoff, her green backpack slung over one muscular shoulder. Some strands of hair had escaped her braid and curled up at the back of her neck, slightly damp from her sweat in the hot summer air. Trying to calm down and distract yourself, you let your gaze wander up her strong build, freckled biceps flexing as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. And then she looked straight at you. You didn’t move, stayed frozen as you had for the last few minutes, wishing you were invisible.

Your face felt hot and suddenly there were tears blurring your vision - what was happening?! Your knees started shaking as well, bouncing uncontrollably as your nails dug into the backs of your hands. Your throat was closing up and your bottom lip was quivering. All you saw were specks of grey and green, all you felt was your body resisting every command and rebelling against you, trying to hold you in place and suffocate you silently.

Suddenly the door opened beside you and a soft, deep voice said your name. You tried to blink the tears away but your vision wouldn’t clear up, panic blinding you further. You began shaking your head as your chest convulsed in a desperate attempt to draw breath.

“Fuck, Y/N, okay.” Abby’s voice was determined and suddenly her hands were on your wrists. Her skin was warm and dry, her grip firm. She softly shook your clasped hands and somehow moved so her face was in front of yours, a mess of green and brown and there, soft pink where her lips moved, speaking quietly and telling you to breathe with her. One hand stayed on your wrist and her thumb massaged the cramped up muscle there, digging painfully into your flesh but pulling you back to her slowly. One hand came up closer and a calloused thumb brushed the tears from your cheek before her hand landed on your shoulder, fingers pressing into your upper back.

“Hey, look at me, look at me, Y/N, you’re okay, I’m here. Can you try to breathe in with me on three? Just stop fighting for a moment, count with me and then we’ll breathe in together. Okay? One.”

You tried to sit up straighter and stop the erratic twitching of your chest, still choking on your breath as you waited for her commando.

“Two. Three.”

Her hand pressed between your shoulders from behind and suddenly you could breathe again, a loud gasp that turned into quiet sobs as you fought to release the air from your lungs before breathing in again.

“There we go, you’re doing so good,” Abby’s hand was on your cheek again, “so good, Y/N, breathe with me, that’s right.”

Your vision slowly returned to you now, though it was still distorted by  tears. Abby had half-climbed into the truck, one foot between yours and one dangling out of the open door, her weight held up only by her right leg as she pressed her back against the dashboard. A wet laugh escaped you. Abby shot you a confused look, paired with the hint of a relieved smile.

“What?”

“You’re gonna get a cramp as well,” you rasped, “if you keep that up.”

You slid further to the inside of the broad seat, making room for Abby next to you. She grinned and sat down, one hand still on your wrist. Her eyes went down to your trembling hands, your knuckles still white from your iron grip.

“Okay, let’s take care of your hands, hm?”

Her fingers wandered softly over yours, then she rested one hand over your tangled fingers and pushed her other thumb between your palms, gently loosening your hold. She pulled back each finger slowly, starting with your thumbs and stroking each one as they relaxed. Finally, your shaking hands lay freely on your thighs.

“You’re doing so well, Y/N, don’t worry.” She took one of your hands in her lap and started massaging the inside of your palm. “Wanna tell me what got you there?”

You sighed, breath still shaky with tears.

“Um.. We ran into infected today. Runners. Families, it seemed.”

Abby sucked in a breath and gave you back your hand before taking the other and starting the same gentle procedure.

“Those are the hardest. Kids?”

You nodded and Abby made a soft noise. You took another rattling breath.

“I… I lost my little sister. Back when… before I came to you.”

Her head shot up and she stared at you, shock and sympathy playing over her features.

“Fuck, Y/N, you never said…”

“I know.” You lowered your head.

When you had stumbled out of the woods around the WLF stadium and begged them to let you in, they had stripped you and searched you before bringing you to their leader. After hours of questioning to make sure you weren’t a spy for any other group, he knew about your team and everything you had done in the last three years, but you hadn’t mentioned Sierra once. It wouldn’t change anything anyway. They had brought you to Nora who had patched you up, examined you, and fed you before showing you to your new room. It was a small closet on the base level of the stadium, with only a tiny window letting in some light. You were thankful for a roof over your head and the armed posts surrounding the stadium.

“I didn’t want to talk about her. I didn’t lie to Isaac or betray you. It wasn't anyone's business.” You gave Abby a fierce look. Nothing would change your mind about this. She just nodded, her eyes wide. You sighed, brushing your hands against each other.

“She was bitten. I see her every time I close my eyes. It wasn’t fair.” You dropped your hands into your lap. “I just don’t… I can’t -”

Abby’s hand was on yours again, her fingers sliding between yours.

“Hey. I won’t tell anyone. But I’m here, okay? If you want to talk.”

You scoffed.

“No one ever talks here. You’re all made of stone.”

Abby contemplated this for a few seconds, then she squeezed your hand.

“My dad was murdered a few years ago. Almost all of our families are dead.” Now it was your turn to be shocked. Fuck. You had been so insensitive. “By us, I mean Owen, Nora, Jordan, and me. Owen lost his parents to infected and his brothers to the scars just last year.”

Abby leaned back and stared out of the windshield, the garage now dark except for a few small lamps at the exits.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. Of course, I’m in no place to tell you how to deal with it.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re right, you know. We don’t talk about those things.” She looked at you, her gaze so intense you almost pulled back. “Would you like to?”

You forced yourself to hold her gaze.

“I think I would. Now that it’s all… further away.”

Abby nodded, squeezing your hand again.

“Then we’ll talk. You can tell me all about your sister. And… I haven’t talked about my dad in a long time. I think I’d like to tell you about him, too. He was great.”

A small smile played around her lips and you felt a rush of gratitude for this wonderful woman. You could practically see the memories playing through her head behind those green eyes. She blinked, looking back at you.

“Wanna get something to eat? You must be starving. I know I am.”

“Sure.” You shared another smile and exited the car together, fingers still intertwined as you crossed the lot and Abby held the door open for you.

Dinner was already over, but Leah had kept her word and the elder woman at the counter gave you both gigantic bowls of beef stew with thick, coarse bread. You told Abby about your patrol that day and she hummed sympathetically. She knew what it felt like to deal with infected children. After a while, the door to the cafeteria flew open and Manny came in, sleek black hair still wet from a shower. He grinned brightly as he made his way over to you and sat next to you on the metal bench.

“You coming along tonight?” he asked you, drumming his fingers on the table. You raised your eyebrows.

“What’s happening tonight?”

He tutted at Abby and gave her a theatrical frown.

“You didn’t invite Y/N? It’s Mel’s birthday! Owen got his hands on some prime hooch. You celebrating with us?”

You smiled at your plate. The last thing you needed was to get wasted and completely lose any shred of sanity you had left.

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll join you. I still haven’t showered and I had a terrible day. I’m just gonna read a bit and pass out, I think.” You gave him an apologetic shrug.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. Read and pass out? It’s a special occasion! You sure?”

“Yeah, but really, thank you for inviting me. Maybe next time.”

He sighed heavily, then he clapped his hand on the table and stood up.

“Abby, you need to get moving, girl. We’re meeting in 20 and you stink.”

Abby just raised her eyebrows and shook her head, finishing her stew. Manny's laughter echoed through the empty room as he left.

“Do I really smell that bad?” There was a twinkle in her eye, a conspiratorial smile on her lips. You smiled back.

“Not at all. He probably smelled me.” You grabbed her empty bowl and placed it in yours. “Go have fun, I’ll clean this up. See you at training.”

Abby cocked her head to the side, seemingly not sure what to do. You gave her another encouraging smile.

“Really, I’m fine. Thank you for taking care of me, I owe you. Go celebrate!”

The tall blonde stood up slowly. She still seemed hesitant.

“I’ll come check on you later if that’s okay. And you can always come over and talk to me if something’s wrong, alright?”

Your chest felt tight all of a sudden, but not in the way it had earlier. It was the feeling of reaching for something knowing you’d never have it, of wanting something so bad and only being able to admire it from a distance. It felt like being homesick. You thought of Sierra again and how she had been your home, the only anchor in your life. Fuck, not now.

You shook your head as if to get rid of your thoughts and gave Abby a brave smile.

“Okay. But I’ll be fine. Promise.”

“Okay. See you later, then.”

“See you.”

Abby gave you a last look over her shoulder before exiting the cafeteria and you made your way over to the kitchen. The cooks had already left and a lanky red-haired boy was the only one still there, washing dishes and listening to music on an mp3 player. The metallic sound in his headphones echoed through the peacefully quiet kitchen. He almost jumped two feet into the air when you approached from the side, bowls in your hand.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me! Jesus Christ.” He pressed a wet hand to his chest, the suds leaving a dark print on his shirt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know how not to scare you, music and all. Sorry.” Both of you had to laugh and he held his dripping hands out for your dirty bowls.

“Don’t worry, I just wasn’t expecting anyone this late. You just come back from a mission?”

“Just a patrol run.”

You leaned against the counter and watched him clean the dishes.

“Anything exciting happen?” His eyes were bright and excited. He was even younger than he had looked at first, he couldn’t be older than 15. “My brother is on patrols too. Maybe you know him, his name is Danny.”

You crossed your arms and tried to remember the face that matched that name. Danny had been on patrol with Owen for a while when you had first arrived, but now he was stationed on some outpost and you hadn’t seen him for a long time.

“Yeah, I think I do. He’s not here at the moment, right?”

“He’s at the Serevena Hotel. I may be able to visit him there soon, depending on how my training goes.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Training to be a soldier?”

“Of course.” He stood up straight. “I want to do my part, protect our people. Fight the scars.”

You didn’t really know how to respond to that. Even though you were thankful the WLF had taken you in and even though you had also participated in rigorous training from the first day on, soon being cleared for missions, you didn’t really have the same loyalty and faith for the organization. The seraphites were your enemies now, of course, but they were just people. You all were. Sometimes you wondered how it could have come to this - so few people left on this earth and here you were, slaughtering each other.

“I hope you can visit your brother soon.” You let your arms fall to the side and turned to leave. “Thanks for the dishes.”

“No problem,” he mumbled, putting his headphones back in.

You were in no rush to get to your room and so you took a few detours, passing the gym which was filled with quite a lot of people getting their training in after work. You looked into empty classrooms, trying to decipher what was written on the board. Would Sierra have studied here? Sat in the front, eager to learn the things you hadn’t been able to teach her? What if you had come here earlier, before it all happened? Could they have protected her better than you had? She would probably be walking next to you now, telling you about her day.

When you finally arrived at your room, you just quickly grabbed a towel, a clean shirt, and some shorts and headed for the showers. The hot water seemed to help somewhat. You wondered what Abby was up to right now. Probably getting drunk and having fun. Was she the type of person who danced? You had never seen her dance before. Maybe Nora would persuade her. There it was again, that heavy, pulling feeling. You turned the water off, got dressed, and went straight to bed. Enough heartache for one day.

-

You woke up confused, not knowing where you were at first. It was pitch black and there was some kind of noise outside. You reached around you and finally found the flashlight next to your pillow, turning it on and trying to wipe the sleep from your eyes. What was going on?

It had to be after midnight. The lights in the stadium were only on from 5.30 am to 10 pm in order to save power. You untangled yourself from your sheets and got on your feet, swaying a little. There it was again, that strange scratching noise accompanied by a quiet mumbling sound. It wasn’t directly at your door but seemed to come from further down the corridor. There were a few other people living down here in storerooms and sectioned hallways.

Yawning, you walked to the door and opened it ever so slightly, pressing the flashlight to your thigh in order to keep the light down at first. You couldn’t see anything, so you waved the flashlight around the corridor. Your stomach dropped.

At the far end of the hallway, a small figure stood in front of one of the doors, trying to open it to no avail. Small hands scratched at the wood, quiet brabbling reached your ears. This was wrong. Very wrong. The figure hadn’t noticed the light yet. It went on to the next door, trying the door handle and whining in frustration when it didn’t open.

Why didn’t the people inside wake up from the noise? You stood frozen as the figure tried the next door. It was a child, dressed in dotted pyjamas. Its blonde hair was shoulder length and tangled in knots. You slowly pushed your door open wider in order to step out into the corridor. Suddenly, the hinges squeaked and the sound echoed through the hallway.

The child slowly turned toward you. Blood was dripping from its mouth, its eyes were cold. It took a step toward you. You looked down and realized you were holding a gun. Oh. Right. Infected. You were supposed to shoot them.

As the kid made another strange brabbling sound, more blood ran down the front of the cotton pyjama shirt. You raised the flashlight with shaky fingers and aimed it right at the child's face.

Your blood froze in your veins. No. This couldn’t be. You had taken care of her, you had made sure she wouldn’t… wouldn’t turn into one of these… No, you had given her a peaceful ending.

“Sierra.” Your voice was raspy, quiet with terror. “Sierra, what are you doing here, baby?”

She growled. A horribly wrong sound, coming from someone so small and so lovely. Only she wasn’t lovely anymore. She was sick. Infected.

“Sierra!” You spoke louder now, your voice pleading. “Baby, please don’t do that. It’s me, see?” You raised the flashlight to light your own face for a moment. When you put it back on her, she had stopped walking. Her face was a mask of ice-cold fury. When she spoke, her voice rattled like nails in a metal box, rough like chalk on board.

“Y/N… Why?

You sank to your knees.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry Siri, I was so helpless. I didn’t know, I didn’t…”

“You… killed… me.”

She was getting dangerously close now and all of a sudden you could smell her, too. Foul, dead, vile. The smell of sickness and decay. You raised the gun, a war raging between your head and your heart.

“Sierra, stop. Stop.” Tears were streaming down your face. “Please stop, Siri. Don’t come any closer. Stop, stop! Please stop!”

Your little baby sister was so close that you could have reached out a hand and brushed through her hair. You stood up and took a step back.

“I’m gonna have to shoot you if you don’t step back. You’re infected, Siri. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but you can’t, please Sierra. Don’t, please don’t…”

She hissed at you and lurched forward. A shot rang through the air and the girl fell to the floor right before you, her tiny body at your feet, blood slowly pooling around her head. You dropped the gun and it clattered on the concrete floor. You clapped your hands to your mouth and screamed into your palms, crying out again and again, trying to gasp for air. It felt like your heart was being torn in two.

Suddenly there was a hand on your shoulder. You whirled around, but there was only darkness. You let yourself fall to the floor and kept weeping into your hands. Someone gripped your wrists and shook them slightly. You opened your eyes.

Abby was sitting on the side of your bed, her face right above yours and full of worry. You shook your head, frantically looking around your room for any kind of danger. The room was almost dark, light just seeping through the crack under the door. It was still early in the night.

“Y/N? Hey, hey. You’re okay.” Abby slowly let go of your wrists. “You had a nightmare. You’re okay now, I’m here.”

You were still too terrified to speak, so you just scooted further to the side and grabbed Abby’s hand, giving her a pleading look. She understood immediately, kicking off her shoes and climbing into bed next to you, holding out her arm for you to crawl into. You pressed yourself to her side and rested your head on her chest, feeling yourself tremble in her arms. She just held you for a while, letting you listen to her heartbeat until your own body began to calm down.

“Hi,” you whispered into the dim room. Abby stroked your hair while she held you tightly.

“Hey there,” she mumbled back. “Feeling better?”

“Not really.” You looked up at her. She smelled faintly of alcohol and something sweet. “How was your party?”

The corner of her mouth twitched.

“It was absolute chaos. I had to escape from there before it could consume me. And I also had someone to check on.” She squeezed your shoulder. You cringed at the thought of her finding you like this, writhing and talking in your sleep, crying out or even fighting her without knowing who was in front of you. You had always had horrible nightmares and Sierra had taken the brunt of them, waking you countless nights and trying to stay brave when you yelled at her or shoved her away in the first moments of consciousness, not yet fully back in the real world. Now that she was gone, they were a hundred times worse. You pressed your forehead to Abby’s shoulder.

“Did I scream?”

“Not really. I just knocked a few times and then I heard you talking, and you sounded so panicked that I thought I should make sure… I’m sorry I just came in like that.”

You shook your head.

“No, don’t. Thank you for waking me. It was… God, I hate this.”

Abby’s fingers combed through your hair, massaging your scalp. It was heavenly.

“Does this happen a lot?”

You snorted involuntarily.

“Every night. Several times. I never sleep through and I never sleep enough.” You wiped a hand over your face. “Sorry, I know I’m not the only one and it could be worse. It’s just… hard.”

“Excuse me?” Abby’s tone made you look up at her. “You’re telling me you have several panic attacks in your sleep every night but it’s fine because others have nightmares, too?”

You frowned. Panic attacks? You’d never thought of it that way.

“Y/N, you’re allowed to complain. To me especially. Remember, we wanted to talk about our problems? Be open about all this?”

She was right. You pressed yourself closer to her.

“I guess, yeah. Thank you for… for being here.”

“Wanna tell me about your nightmare?”

You held onto Abby’s shirt, clenching the fabric in your fist as if she might be ripped from you at any moment.

“I don’t know… I mean, why not. Well…” How were you even supposed to explain all this? How would you ever talk about your sister without freaking out again?

Abby pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you felt the tension in your stomach dissolve. You took a deep breath.

“I can never tell I’m dreaming. This time I thought I heard something in the corridor and I went to see what it was. A little girl was scratching on doors, trying to get in. She looked like the… like one of the infected we ran into today. But I made a noise and when she turned around she was... She was -” You gasped for air, trying to keep your calm. Abby hummed softly, stroking your back and giving you time to think.

“She had the face of my sister. Sierra.” You hadn’t said her name out loud in so long, only in the nightmares. Maybe it was time to rid her name of that terror, that fear, and grant it the love and warmth it deserved. “Sierra was my little sister. We ran with a group the last few years, stayed with them after our mom died. But she was bitten and I had to… I had to let her go.” You swallowed hard. Abby’s thumb drew circles on your back.

“So in the dream… the girl turned around and she was her . And I didn’t know what to do. I begged her to stop, to not come any closer because she was infected, she was bleeding, and -” You drew in another breath and buried your face in Abby’s chest. “She asked me why I’d done it, why I had… and she kept coming and then she attacked me and I - I had to, I had to shoot her.”

Hot tears were burning in your eyes and your throat was impossibly tight again. Abby gently placed a hand on your cheek and turned your face up toward her.

“I’m not gonna tell you it was just a dream because I know it's more complicated than that. I get them, too, sometimes. But what I can tell you is that I’m here, that you’re safe now, that your sister is in a better place and that one day you will be able to speak about her without feeling like you’re falling apart.”

“You think so?”

“I’m sure of it. And now you're with me. We can heal together. I’m here, I’ll always be here for you, okay?”

You raised your head from her chest and turned a little in order to get face to face with her.

“Abby?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing this? Why now? I didn’t even think you liked me. You don’t have to take care of me.”

Abby’s features softened and she huffed out a silent laugh.

“I don’t know. I really… You were right when you said we keep everything to ourselves. But some of us do it more than others. And I guess I’m the worst when it comes to showing what I want.”

The sentence hung in the air for a moment. Abby took a deep breath.

“I like you, I really do. I just thought you needed more time. I know what it’s like to suffer and to feel like you can’t breathe. I wanted to give you space. But then I saw you in the car and I immediately knew what was happening. And I finally realized that I wouldn’t make things better by staying away.”

She held your gaze and you felt something shift between you. Her hand on your back came to a halt. You smiled softly.

“I always thought you didn’t find me interesting enough to talk to me. I was so jealous of the others for being this close to you and for making you laugh. I wanted that, too.”

“You’re the most interesting person that’s ever walked into this stadium,” Abby said softly. “God, I’m so sorry. I never wanted you to feel left out.”

You rested your head back on her shoulder.

“You made it up to me already. Really, you saved me today. Twice.”

Abby chuckled.

“Just wait until I have my next breakdown and then you can return the favor. Shouldn’t be long, they get to me every few days.”

You wrapped your arms around her torso.

“Well, then you’ll just have to stay close by.”

She hesitated, holding her breath for a second. You waited.

“Do you want me to stay? Tonight?”

You smiled to yourself.

“Would you?”

“Of course.”

You kept talking for a while. Abby told you about the party and about the cook Nora was currently hooking up with, and you told her about the boy in the kitchen. She recalled training with Danny when she first joined the WLF, laughing about how he had boasted that he wouldn’t lose to a girl and how she had him on the ground in a headlock in about two seconds.

At some point you must have fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew you were in the truck again, sitting in the passenger seat as the car flew through Seattle at top speed. You looked over and in the driver's seat there was the red-haired boy from the kitchen. His face was determined, a hard mask of concentration. He was panting hard, driving as fast as he could. Arrows were flying around you, soaring through the broken windows of the car and missing you by mere inches. A horse was whinnying. Scars. You immediately pulled out your gun and started shooting at everything that moved outside, hitting at least three people and a horse.

“Sorry,” you whispered as you reloaded. Animals weren’t fair.

You looked up and suddenly there was someone standing in the middle of the street. A small girl, brown-haired and in a red dress. Her back was to you. You screamed at the driver, but it was too late. The truck hit the child and it was thrown against the windshield, making a horrible noise as it cracked the glass and rolled over the roof to the back of the car where it fell to the ground. The truck came to a shrieking halt and you jumped out, gun drawn. The scars had vanished. You and the redhead ran back to where the girl was laying in a heap on the street, so small and fragile. Blood was running through the cracks in the pavement.

You turned the girl on her back and froze when you saw her face.

“Sierra! No, no, no, oh god no, what have we done - Sierra, Sierra, baby, look at me!”

“Y/N!” You heard your name but Sierra’s lips weren’t moving. “Y/N!” You whipped your head around and woke up.

It was dark and Abby had an arm wrapped around you, the other was holding your cheek. You swallowed and struggled for air.

“I’ve got you, hey, just breathe for me, I’ve got you.” Abby’s voice was sleepy and rough, something you'd have never thought you’d have the privilege of hearing. It calmed you down instantly. You dug your fingers into her arm, strong muscle flexing beneath your touch.

“Shhh, that’s right, just hold on. You’re okay.” You melted into her arms, hands and legs still shaking. She made a quiet humming noise in the back of her throat and pressed another kiss to your scalp. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you. I’m here.”

“You’re here,” you whispered and she hummed again in response. You rested your head against her chest and listened to her breaths as they slowly became more regular, chest steadily moving against you. Her heartbeat thumped softly in your ear. Cocooned in the wolf’s arms and serenaded by the quiet symphony of her sleeping body, you finally drifted off to sleep again.

[shoichee]

congrats on 100 followers bubs 💖💖💖

could i please have 34 with Murasakibara,,, i just lub him sm 🥺

-YOUR anon

HELLO **MY** anon <33 im back from the dead to give you murasakibara mush pls accept my offerings

Murasakibara x Reader

34. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

Word Count: 1497

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You shouldn’t have crammed all of your summer homework in one day.

A horrible decision on your part, really.

Because here you are now, your stiff back threatening to snap at any movement you make on the chair. No matter how much you rub your eyes in an attempt to “refresh” your eyesight, only your half-finished papers and a jarring 2:13 a.m. reflect back to your vision. Even still, you refuse to put down the pencil and even more so refuse to stop writing, even if whatever you wrote for the past hour was completely elaborate ox dung. Still, you had no one to blame except yourself for procrastinating… except maybe for a certain giant who constantly clung onto you for attention at every moment this past break.

No, no, you lethargically shook your head. It was still your choice to spend time with him… it wasn’t like he forced you to neglect your assignments.

Your eyelids keep playing a dangerous game of flitting open and shut on you while your body has been swaying gently back and forth to the tick-tocks of the room’s clock. Your hand still perseveres in continuing to be the MVP for the past 24 hours, even despite feeling the burning aches of a cramp since the early evening. Gradually, you feel the room starting to teeter-totter, not being able to distinguish a clear line between the brighter, lit-up spot of your room versus the unlit parts elsewhere.

“Oh fuck…” You blink owlishly at the clock. “It’s… 3:12 already?...” You stare down at your work for a few moments too long before you realize that you’re almost finished with everything, even if the quality of said work was questionable at best. You resignedly sigh before setting down your pencil for the first time for a “break,” but as soon as you did, it was as if the only anchor to your wakefulness floated away to the giant seas of your mind. Suddenly, your cold desk becomes the softest pillow, and you begin to gently snooze away.

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Tap, tap, tap.

“... Mm…”

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

“Mm?...”

Groggily pushing yourself off the desk, you rub your cheek and neck from the soreness of the unnatural position your body slept in for… how long did you sleep for?

Shit, it was only gonna be a 15 minute break—shit, fuck, what time is it?

4:07 a.m.

You missed out on almost an hour of potential progress, an hour of precious time to finish this on time. You immediately slapped your forehead to chase the last remnants of sleep away and to reprimand yourself. But besides that… didn’t you hear something that woke you up in the first place? You don’t remember setting up any alarm… you didn’t even let go of your pencil once until earlier.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

You whirl around your chair to try to discern the source of the sound, not sure if you’re still hallucinating from lack of sleep or if there truly was something there in the dark. The sounds sounded a bit different than when they woke you up though. You really think you’re being delusional, but they almost sounded… impatient and annoyed.

There it is, again. The incessant tapping.

After stumbling through your room and groping the air to gauge your relative location to your other things, you first opened the door to find absolutely no one there.

Tap, tap. “.... -chin.”

You tripped and scrambled out of your wits, your drowsiness definitely gone now. As you whipped your head behind you to face the window and the source of the taps and now muffled voice, you were convinced that it was an unconventional robber. Grabbing the sharpest ballpoint you had on your desk, you clumsily sneak under the window sill, and from there, you jumped up to announce your presence with an exaggerated yell before opening the locks of your window and thrusting the pen to your potential assailant. You could not identify the person because it was unusually dark in the wake of a new moon, but all you saw was a looming figure whose face remained anonymous because their head was cut off at the top of your window. The person easily catches your hand holding the pen mid-thrust, and their abnormally large hand is oddly familiar to you.

“... What are you doing, Chibi-chin?” a very familiar drawl hummed. Murasakibara sighs exasperatedly before he uses his clutch on your hand as leverage to lower his head into your opened window. In his other hand, a few plastic bags rustle as he tries to carefully set them down on the nearest table inside. “Seriously, you could’ve hurt yourself.”

“Atsushi?!” you yell in a hushed manner. “What are you even doing here climbing up the tree and perching on my window? I seriously thought you were a robber!” His hold on your hand remains firm as he clumsily lets himself in despite the small size of the window compared to his body.

“You told Muro-chin to not let me see you for the whole day, Chibi-chin,” he frowns as if it was the most obvious reason. “He said it’s so you could focus on your work without any distractions, but who in their right mind would go about their day without eating any snacks?” At his words, your gaze moves to the bundle on the table.

“So you came here just for that?”

“Hmph,” he pouts. “I was going to come in tonight when I was sure you were sleeping, so you couldn’t yell at me for trying to… see you.”

“Uh huh…” you slightly narrow your eyes at him. “Is that so?”

“... Tch, snacks don’t taste as good without you here, Chibi-chin.”

“... Uh huh,” you raise a huge brow at the food on the table. “These look like full-on appetizers and meals meant for lunch and dinner, not for snacking.”

“...” He slowly grows pink at your verbal suspicion, and he averts his eyes and huffs in annoyance. “Tch, don’t look into it so much, I was just in the mood for Korean cuisine.”

“At this ungodly hour?”

“Like I said, food tastes better with you. Stop being annoying.”

You inwardly smirk at his antics, gazing fondly at your contrarian giant. “Alright then, hurry up and finish your food and go while I go back to finishing my work, okay?” And you took his silence as a “yes” from his end, shuffling your feet back to your chair before you picked up your pencil to resume scribbling more incoherent sentences. For a few minutes, the only sounds you could hear in the room was the sound of graphite gliding across your paper and Murasakibara’s soft chewing of rice cakes from a few feet away. You knew he was watching you, but you silently commended him in your head for not interrupting your work for once.

Well, you spoke too soon.

When you stretch up your arms in an attempt to loosen your tense back and yawn, your life flashes before your eyes when something is popped into your mouth. In a panic, you try to spit it out, but Murasakibara holds a finger to your lips. Since when was he right behind you?

“It’s just a rice cake, Chibi-chin,” he mumbles reassuringly. “Eat it.”

“It’s good, but…” you protest. “Shouldn’t you be eating this?”

“... It turns out I bought too much, that’s all.”

“That’s a fat lie, Atsushi, and both of us know that.”

“...” He frowns at your “know-it-all” face before he gives in. “... You probably didn’t eat at all today… knowing you.”

“Anything else you wanna confess?” you hum teasingly, knowing how he can never be honest unless you nudged him so.

“... and I wanted to cuddle.”

You stare at your boyfriend incredulously.

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am… to cuddle?”

“Do you… have a problem with that?” His words lack any usual poutiness and annoyance because in those rare moments of honesty, he is completely vulnerable… and mortifyingly shy. And he hates how he knows how much pleasure you get from seeing this side of him.

“No, stupid~” you gently tease him. “If it weren’t for you actually, I probably wouldn’t have woken up until morning and would be completely doomed. So thank you, Atsushi.” At your sincere words, he slinks off further into the dark corner, sulking away as he aggressively stabs the spicy rice cakes with wooden chopsticks in embarrassment while not looking at you one bit.

“Fiiiiiine,” you sighed. “You can cuddle me from behind and feed me while I work…” Murasakibara does a complete 180 and slides over straight to you using the swivel chair, happiness dancing behind his eyes on an otherwise impassive face.

Even when he glomps over you from behind and occasionally nudges your lips to eat with his chopsticks, you feel as if your lethargy completely melted away in his comforting presence…

He’s your very own soft pillow.

[elysianslove]

hi!! hello!! how are you?? how was your day?? your week so far?? happy 13k!! i have decided that in honor of you i shall speak of the day i was so annoyed at my classmate’s teasing, i told him that if he did it again i would kick him in the nuts. ofc he decided to be annoying and asked another classmate to say it instead of him🙄🙄 since i’m not the type of person to let another person go around falsely thinking they beat the system(i’m nice like that. that way they don’t end up making themselves look stupid <3), i kicked that other classmate in the nuts. i knew it hurt them a lot so i made sure to do it lightly and barely put any force into my “kick” but apparently i was more annoyed at the teasing than i thought i was and kicked him really hard?? he cried :0 and the original classmate was just standing there the whole time aha. i thought he was being over dramatic since i really didn’t think i kicked him that hard, so i apologized awkwardly and left.

the thing is, my parents are good friends with his (2nd classmate) parents. so they found out about my actions earlier that day. they told me he had a red mark on his balls😃😃 i felt horrible ofc!! i didn’t know how to apologize to him! “i’m sorry i kicked you in the nuts i didn’t mean to do it so hard.” yeah maybe i should’ve said that. but it would be so awkward, yknow? i don’t remember what happened after but i’m pretty sure i apologized awkwardly and it was never brought up ever again :)

HELP THIS ENTIRE STORY IS SO FUNNY ??? HOW DID THE PARENTS KNOW HE HAD A RED MADK ON HIS BALLS PLS HBSDJDN

anyways im pretty sure getting kicked in the balls hurts real bad but i dont like it when guys think it’s the worst pain in the world like 🤨🤨🤨 youre not that special 🤨🤨🤨 “ugh im on my period my cramps su—“ “HEAH BJT HAVE U EVER BEEN KICKED IN THE BALLS ??? HUH HAVE YOU??? THAT SHIT IS THE WORST ITS WORSE THAN PERIOD CRAMPS STOP BEING A LITRLE BITCH” likw 😐

[justkurotingz]

masterlist ✰

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i write fem!reader <3 requests are almost always open so shoot me a prompt! i’d be happy to write for you :))

spencer reid ✰

➩ period cramps | you have a bad day, so spence surprises you after work

➩ snowflake | you and spence enjoy family time with your daughter, watching the snowfall

➩ rainy days | you remember a special memory in the rain with your boyfriend, spence

➩ jetlagged | after a tiring case, you fall asleep on your now-boyfriend, spencer reid

➩ ice cream | you enjoy a perfect saturday with spence

➩ read to me | after waking up at 3am, you ask your boyfriend to read you to sleep

➩ shove you off a bridge | after ghosting spence for almost two weeks, you tearfully reconcile with the love of your life

➩ lucky to have him | warning: swearing and mentions of graphic torture | after being captured by an unsub, y/n and spence only have each other to withstand the torture

➩ ramble to me | spence is constantly interrupted by everyone, so you decided to sit down and listen to your best friend talk for once

➩ enough for you | your world falls apart after discovering your boyfriend is cheating on you

➩ snowball fight | ANON REQUEST | in a double pov, both you and spencer realize that a simple snowball fight in the snow has brought you closer than ever before

➩ not going anywhere | ANON REQUEST | after one date together, your appendicitis cause you and spence to grow closer together

aaron hotchner ✰

➩ y/n save me! | you find comfort in aaron’s arms after a mentally rocking case

➩ bullet in your head | warning: harassment | aaron rushes to save you after you’re cornered in a bar

➩ sick day | after you and jack fall sick, aaron takes a sick day to take care of you

➩ “you’re under arrest” | aaron is hauled off in cuffs, worrying you and exposing a bigger scheme

➩ school day | ANON REQUEST | after your school receives a bomb threat, your uncle picks you up to keep you safe from any harm

➩ family | you end up giving birth in the middle of a movie, and jack and aaron couldn’t be more supportive and excited <3

➩ big happy family | ANON REQUEST | you and aaron spend a day at the park with your loud and boisterous kids

➩ pillow fight | after a rough case that hit home, jack knows exactly how to cheer you up

➩ in his arms | bella hotchner is born, and the new baby is surrounded with a lot of love

➩ little things | REQUEST | on the plane ride back home, aaron tells you some of the little things he’s noticed about you

derek morgan ✰

➩ “i’m ok. i’m ok.” | warning: some swearing | you realize the only way to apprehend the unsub is by going in unarmed, worrying your boyfriend

david rossi ✰

➩ let her go | ANON REQUEST | dave runs into his first love when working on a case, and he realizes it’s time to let her go

criminal minds series✰

➩ agent y/l/n (1) | you comfort aaron and jack after haley dies

➩ agent y/l/n (2) | after tracking down a mentally unstable unsub, you face the young boy head on

➩ agent y/l/n (3) | you try to confess your feelings to your best friend, but it goes horribly wrong

macriley ✰

➩ riles | riley finds herself tangled in the codex mess with mac after her loyalty to mac outweighs her loyalty to phoenix

➩ take on me | in the middle of the end of the world, riley’s dancing makes both mac and riley aware of their true feelings towards each other

➩ revenge | after riley gets killed by phoenix agents, mac devotes himself to end them

➩ package deal | heavily based on 4x13, riley thinks she almost lost mac twice in the same day, leading to confessions in a heated setting (literally)

➩ dancing in the rain | desi dumping mac leads to a heated confession in the rain

➩ shower | riley's still at mac's when she realizes her shower head stops working, after a nice shower in the guest bathroom she runs into a certain someone, putting them both in a very awkward position

macdesi ✰

➩ hold my hand | the saddest mutual macdesi breakup ever just pls pls read it ok 🥺

[turningtummyrubs]

b+r (1)

Brandon isn’t sure what it is he ate, but he does know his belly’s been cramping away for the past hour and he feels so nauseated he can barely see straight. The strobing disco lights and music so pounding and loud you can’t hear your own thoughts isn’t helping either.

He and Remy had arrived at the school dance an hour and a half ago at 9:00, and only thirty minutes in, some point after Remy had snuck off to go hang out with his book club friends, his stomach had begun to rebel against itself, violently aching. Brandon, of course, hadn’t let any of the sharp pain he was feeling show on his face, instead continuing to do normal party things. Which meant dancing despite the fact it made his tummy churn furiously and drinking fizzy fruit punch which made his belly burble and burn, inflating with tightness. The heap of candies he’d been forced to consume haven’t helped either, sickly in his gut.

Mandy comes up, breath reeking of cheap beer, and throws her arms around his neck, giggling. “Heyyy, Brandonnnn!”

Brandon grunts as her weight slams against his sick stomach, the alcohol smell intensifying the hot nausea roiling in his belly. “Hey, Mandy,” he says, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably.

She leans further into him, evidently very intoxicated, and her pointy elbow jabs right into his upset tummy. Brandon gasps with the pain and practically collapses backward into the wall, gently pushing her away into someone else. His hand comes to rest underneath his shirt, rubbing helplessly at the tight skin. 

The churning begins to settle as he stays still but when, the moment he moves, a horrifying rush of intense nausea fills his hoarse throat, Brandon realizes he desperately needs Remy. 

He worms his way through the thick crowds of people, hoping they can’t see the blatant misery on his face in the dark when, halfway through the cafeteria, something tight seizes in his lower belly and cramps.

When the first searingly painful hiccup comes, he’s forced to duck into a dark, empty classroom and collapse into one of the chairs, head falling against the cool wood of the table as the agony in his tummy works its way up to a blinding peak and stays there. He gulps in heavy, nauseous breaths, whimpering as a sharp hiccup burns his throat and jolts violently throughout his entire seething stomach. Before he even realizes, Brandon feels hot tears slipping down his cheeks, completely helpless against the unrelenting pain.

He unlocks his phone with shaking hands and texts Remy: meet me in Ms. Lack’s classroom pls?

Remy arrives in two minutes, brow furrowed in concern the moment he spots Brandon hunched over a desk, cradling his aching belly. When Brandon gasps, something pinching tight after another painful hiccup, Remy rushes to his side, placing a gentle hand on his back.

“Brandon? What’s wrong?”

Brandon takes a shaky breath and, in a strained voice, says, “My stomach… hic—ow… it’s—” A sudden rush of nausea rises up his throat and he inhales a desperate, gulping breath as he violently forces it down, feeling the hot vomit slosh back into his contorting tummy and twist.

“Oh, Donny,” Remy murmurs, so softly another round of tears fill Brandon’s stinging eyes. He can hardly see now, everything a too vibrant blur in his periphery—backseat to the pain consuming every nerve and sense. The roiling contents of his belly roll and undulate like a gurgling stream and he’s forced to fight back another harsh wave of nausea. The fizzy, sugar water he’d drunk earlier that night begins to take its course, inflating his belly with hot, tight air and a painfully tense swell.

“My house is empty but we’re going to have to walk back,” Remy murmurs, rubbing his hand up and down Brandon’s back, though he can barely feel it past the war being waged deep in his stomach. “Do you think you can do that?”

Brandon braces his hands against the desk and pushes up and has to bite back a literal scream once he’s vertical. His belly feels like it’s on fire, and it’s so tight it feels as if someone’s wrapped a heavy rope around it and squeezed. He gasps and chokes on his breath.

Remy immediately helps him back down to the seat and kneels by his side. “Okay, Brandon, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to do as much as I can here until you can walk and then I’ll help you feel better once we’re back home, okay?”

Brandon nods once, breaths short and gasping. Remy locks the classroom door and turns on one of the lights so they’re provided with a bit of light before unbuttoning Brandon’s tight dress shirt so that he’s left in only a T-shirt. Brandon feels a bit of relief as his belly’s able to breathe again. Now that it’s no longer being suppressed by his shirt, there’s a faint swell to it—a curve as tense and hard as a rock. He still feels as if someone’s wrapping a rope around his bloated stomach and tightening it further by the second.

Remy pushes up his shirt so that it’s resting at the aching crest of the swell and places both warm palms on each side of the distended bloat. Brandon whimpers and presses into the touch, desperate for any and all comfort Remy might be able to provide. Remy strokes up and down the tight sides over and over again before cradling the base of the gorge and pressing his thumbs firmly into it. He keeps them there for a few seconds, just pressing, and Brandon’s head tips to the side as he groans. Remy then presses them further up, deeper into the hard surface. Every muscle in Brandon’s body tenses and constricts as the forceful pressure stiffens his entire being. A few seconds after that, Remy presses them in even further so that he must be at least a painful inch in before all the tightness breaks like a cracking shell and his belly softens all at once. Brandon gasps, breathing heavily as his muscles unwind abruptly.

Remy massages gently at his soft, swollen belly, stroking firmly up the throbbing muscles and quelling their painful trembling with methodic pressing and squeezing at the sore sinew. The firm strokes are comforting and help relieve some of the cramps, but all that tightness let up to a heavy, growing pool of churning nausea and Brandon would much rather have that nausea escape in what’s basically his second home than their high school. 

“Ready?” Remy asks, removing his oh-so-comforting hands from Brandon’s distressed stomach.

Brandon sighs, takes a deep breath, and nods. Remy helps him up as he gingerly rises from the seat, a hand cradling the curve of his soft tummy, and he says, “We’re gonna—hic—ow… have to go—hic—slow, okay?”

Remy nods and wraps an arm around his tense lower back as they amble out the room and down an empty hall into the cold, night air. Brandon breathes tight and heavily the whole way there, stopping every few minutes to gasp and clutch his belly as sickness swirls deep inside like a nauseous whirlpool. He’s never felt this horrible before.

Remy quickly unlocks the front door after the painful trek up the stairs and Brandon immediately collapses into the nearest armchair, face sweaty and swollen belly bloated further from exertion. Some of that tightness Remy had managed to dispel back in the classroom has returned, but none of the nausea has waned.

Remy moves into the kitchen to make tea while Brandon slumps heavily into the chair and uselessly smooths his unhelpful palm over the throbbing swell. The hiccups return in full force and he whimpers as they rack his body, muscles in his sore abdomen clenching and twisting around each other, squeezing nausea up his throat. Some vomit trickles into his mouth and he forcefully swallows it down as a painful hiccup aches in his chest.

Remy rummages through the cabinets as the water in the kettle heats, smiling in triumph when he finds the two tall bottles of scented oils specifically for hurting bellies he’d picked up after one too many lactose intolerance incidents with Brandon. Once the water boils, he pours it into a mug with a sweet lemon tea bag and some honey and returns to the living room.

He brushes his fingers through Brandon’s hair and quietly says, “We’re going to have to get you upstairs, okay?”

“Hic—okay…” Brandon murmurs. They hobble up the steep stairs to Remy’s room and bathroom slowly and Brandon leans heavily against the rail as his belly begins to make loud gurgling noises. Remy can hear the fizzy sloshing as the liquid burbles against the tense surface of the swell. That’s what must’ve caused all that bloating. When Brandon hiccups, his entire belly ripples and when Remy places a broad hand against the side of the jutting curve, he can feel the muscles clench tight beneath his palm. He keeps his hand there, rubbing gently at the seizing muscles, all the way up.

As Brandon lowers himself onto the bed, Remy’s probing hand rubs at his burning intestines before sliding up the length to press at the tight crest of the curve. Brandon begins to drink the hot tea and Remy massages the heavy swell. It inflates and bloats further the more he drinks, growing tight beneath Remy’s palms. 

Remy’s hand dips down beneath the hard curve into the soft underside of the bloating and the side of his hand sinks up and into the squishy, feverish area. Brandon gasps and vomit rises in his throat and fills his mouth. Remy immediately grabs a trash can and Brandon turns over the side of the bed as it spills out, choking and gasping for air as the hiccups intensify—both in pain and number.

“Bathroom,” Brandon pants. “I need—” His sentence cuts off as more hot vomit fills and leaves his mouth.

Remy helps him up and they quickly move towards the bathroom, where Brandon drops onto the tile and spews into the toilet over and over and over again. Remy sits behind him and slicks his hair out of the way, rubbing his back as he chokes and heaves.

When he finally thinks he’s done, Remy presses once hard into his belly and immediately another rush surges out of his mouth like a tidal wave. He flushes the toilet once he’s done and sags back against Remy, groaning with sick pain and heavy exhaustion he can’t succumb to because of the cramping in his stomach.

The vomiting has softened his belly further, though the bloated squishy area far beneath the swollen curve is still softest. Remy works his palm into the tender area and works up a queasy, wet burp.

He removes his hand from Brandon’s belly when it seems to be doing more harm than good and gently massages his tense shoulder as he says, “Let’s get you back into bed, okay?”

Brandon lists to the side slightly, hand coming to cup the soft swell, before nodding. Remy helps him up off the floor and they make their way back to the bed. Brandon lowers himself gingerly onto the cool sheets and lies flat on his back, the swell of his belly up, after rinsing his mouth out.

Remy places both palms at the base of the roundness, not the sensitive squishy area but a bit above that, and slides them slowly up the large swell, rubbing them back and forth once they’ve dipped back down over the tight crest. His fingers knead persistently at the painfully tense area where the top of his belly meets his ribs, smoothing over it until the tension breaks up.

The vomiting seems to have bloated his belly further, and the large curve juts noticeably out of his hips, round and noisy as a gurgling stream. Every so often, Brandon will hiccup and it will visibly undulate, starting at the base and travelling up over the length of the swell.

Once Brandon’s stomach has settled to something almost manageable, Remy takes the first bottle of oil—rosemary-scented and made to quell nausea—and rubs some into his palms before smoothing the slick liquid all over Brandon’s gurgling tummy. He starts with both his hands next to each other at the base and they fan out as he drags them up, smoothing outwards and around the curved swell. Brandon exhales wetly and relishes in the soothing pressing and dulling of the queasiness gurgling in his gut.

Remy works his hands all over his soft belly, massaging in the calming oil with his whole hand. Brandon’s eyes slide shut and he groans croakily at the comfort. 

Once the rosemary oil’s all rubbed in, soothing the churning, Remy switches it out for peppermint-scented oil instead. This one’s designed to ease cramping. Brandon’s belly is particularly sensitive towards those, so Remy pours some into his hand and squeezes some directly onto Brandon’s outstretched stomach. Brandon shifts uncomfortably as the cool liquid hits his belly, but arches into Remy’s touch as he smooths it around in broad circles.

His palm dips down, pressing into the soft inflation, every few seconds to get the contents of his tummy digesting properly. Once it’s all rubbed in, Remy cradles Brandon’s tender underbelly, just letting the sensitive area get used to the feel of his warm hands before slowly pressing into the soft, pained area.

“Uurrrpppp,” Brandon belches, loud and sickly. He groans and shifts, tender belly aching with renewed distress.

Remy continues to persistently work at the brunt of the bloating. The area is softer and squishier than the rest of his belly, so Remy’s palm can press far into it, swirling slow, firm circles deep into his tummy. Gas bubbles gurgle against Remy’s hands and he firmly massages them until they let up to wet, sickly belches.

Remy presses his other hand far into the soft area until they’re both lodged deep in Brandon’s distressed insides before pulling them firmly up. Brandon’s belly ripples in the areas his hands leave, achingly tender but also heavily comforted by the solid pressure. When Remy’s hands reach the top of his stomach, Brandon coughs once nauseously and a burp loaded with hot gas rumbles like thunder out of him.

Once all that gas is out, Brandon sags into the sheets, lazily rubbing his knuckles up the side of the curve. Remy continues to massage his gurgling insides until he falls asleep.

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This is some (slightly?) newer writing. I’m trying to work on making more variation when I write but it’s way harder than I thought it would be haha