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astrolynnworld · 3 months

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cramps

pairing: matt x reader

summary: you’re on your period and matt does anything and everything to soothe the pain away

warnings: fluff! period cramps, romance, care, reassurance, wholesome, pet names (sweet/pretty girl)

word count: 717

i toss and turn as i feel my pre period cramps start to form

my period is not suppose to come for another 5 days but my cramps always come first, as a warning

i check raise my head to check the clock and see what time it is

“4:15 am” i see on the tv’s cable box

i lay my head back down and continue to shuffle around the bed to find a comfortable position for my cramps to relax in

“baby what’s wrong?” matt asks me with his raspy morning voice

“my period is coming soon, i feel the cramps start to overTAKE me” i say in soft annoyed tone

“is there anything i could do to help baby?” he concerns

“can you actually go get me my heating pad please?” i ask nicely

he hops out the bed and uses the flashlight off his phone to roam around the room and look for my heating pad

once he pulls it in comes back to bed, i hear him gasp

“what?” i jump in shock at his gasp

“your period.. came”

i sit up to see what he’s talking about and see a whole bloody mess stained into our bedsheets

“oh my god” i put my head in my hands out of annoyance and embarrassment

“it’s okay baby. i just need you to stand up for me okay?”

i get off the bed and start to feel the water works fall out

“don’t cry baby” matt says as he comes over to me and wraps his arms around me

“hey it’s not your fault baby” he tries to reassure

“you can’t help it.. you didn’t know, it’s completely fine. you don’t have to cry, sweet girl” he continues as he starts to play with my hair in the hug

i pull back and start to wipe my eyes as i start to sense that im being dramatic

“here baby, i need you to go wash up while i clean the bed”

i nod my head and make my way to the bathroom

“and hand me your clothes before you go in the shower please”

i do as i’m told then i head to the shower

i continue to wash up as i hear matt enter the bathroom

“hey pretty girl, everything still okay?” he asks

“yeah, i’m just finishing up” i sluggishly say

“okay baby. i changed our sheets and im washing the other ones now” he reassures

i stay silent out of acknowledgment but he doesn’t leave

“is there anything else you want princess?” he asks

“no thank you” i say while shaking my head as if he could see me

“alright..” he says before closing the door

i could tell he feels bad but i just really can’t be bothered rn. my stomach hurts, i embarrassed myself, im so annoyed, and i feel bad that he feels bad.. there’s just too much going on

i finish up my shower and put my towel on before heading back to the bedroom

when i get back i see matt had turned on the led lights, switched the tv to netflix, and had my tylenol bottle set up next to some water

“matt what is this?”

“nothing much. just me trying to distract you from your period” he giggles

“that’s not how it works sadly” i pout as i pop the tylenol in my mouth and swallow some water

“well, im gonna try” he comes in for a kiss

i start to get dressed, not forgetting the pad, as matt searches for a good movie to watch.

“do you want some to eat pretty?”

“is anything even open right now?” i genuinely ask

“only mcdonald’s..” he replies

“then yes please” i smile at him

“your usual?”

“yeah” i reply as i get in bed to snuggle next to him

“it’ll be here in 30 minutes” he says

“if we’re still up” i chuckle

“don’t worry. i’ll grab it for you so you can enjoy it when you wake up and not kill me for letting you fall asleep” he chuckles back

“thank you baby. i appreciate you so much, definitely a core memory” i turn over to face him

he smiles and places a kiss on my forehead, “i love you, sweet girl. don’t forget it”

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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Human Stuff - Neteyam x Human! Reader (afab)

summary: the one where a confused na’vi teenager tries to comfort his human friend while she’s on her period

warnings: menstruation talk, feeding food

wc: 2.3k

a/n: can you tell that i’m on my period and this is all i want rn

also, neteyam not knowing about periods can be canon? i just read that na’vi are non-placental, so they most likely don’t menstruate like primates. eywa be looking out for her girlies lol. but what do i know

masterlist

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Neteyam walks into the science facility confidently, knowing every nook and cranny like the back of his hand. Growing up, he has spent countless hours here with his siblings, and especially lately, he has been here every other day. His eyes search for you through the glass windows of the labs where he knows he is not allowed to step a foot in, ears perked up for a sign of you, even though it’s awfully quiet. The facility is mostly empty, and he assumes that the rest of the group is probably in their avatar bodies, busy with research. But it’s you that he’s looking for.

Ever since you arrived at Pandora, Neteyam liked you right away. Roughly translated, the two of you were close in age, and had similar humor. Your father was the team lead of entomologists, and since you weren’t an actual scientist like the rest of the group, you had a lot of spare time to spend with Neteyam, exploring the forests. Your weekly meet ups with him became so familiar, that when you don’t show up at your regular meeting spot, Neteyam has to come and fetch you himself.

So here he is, walking through the labs, wondering if you had forgotten about your plans and were out with the others. It takes him some courage to sneak his head into the sleeping area, where he knew humans slept. Neteyam also knew very well that he wasn’t allowed back there because he could accidentally knock over things with his massive frame but he just needs to check. And his gut feeling isn’t wrong. You are laying in your bed, your back turned to him, completely unaware of his presence. Neteyam takes notice of how little you look with your body curled into a ball.

At first, he assumes you’re asleep. A small smile stretches his lips, as he sneaks up on you planning to scare you awake for abandoning your plans. But as he readies himself for the loud growl, a small whimper escapes from your lips.

Neteyam stops in his tracks, his ears perking up immediately at the sound. He thought he had imagined it, but that theory gets quickly disproven when he hears another whimper. Moving quickly, he rounds your bed to confirm his suspicions. You jerk up at the sight of his big frame looming over you.

“Neteyam, what the hell?” your heart starts racing.

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, sorry,” he slowly crouches down in front of your bed, with a guilty expression on his face.

You throw an annoyed look at him before wrapping your arms around your middle again, and pressing your face into the pillow. You don’t want him to see your face. Neteyam doesn’t move, watching you.

“Go away,” you mumble, hoping that for once he will just comply.

“Did you forget about our plans?” he asks, ignoring your previous words, “Are you sleeping?”

“I am not sleeping,” you mutter angrily into the pillow.

Neteyam can’t quite put his finger on it but he knows that something strange is happening to you. Maybe it was the scent? Of course, he was used to your scent, he could sense you from a mile away because it always stood out to him. It wasn’t necessarily bad or good, it’s just the way he recognized you. But right now, for some reason, it was so intense, like somebody gathered it into a perfume bottle and sprayed it right into his nostrils.

He instinctively sniffs the air, and you cringe out of embarrassment, wishing you were dead right at this moment. Stupid periods, stupid cramps, stupid human bodies. If only you were back home right now, indulging in comfort food and taking your usual painkillers that could soothe the pain. Whatever you had found in the lab's aid kit was clearly not strong enough, and you suspect that the pressure on Pandora is making it even worse.

Tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes as another painful cramp surges through your already sore muscles.

"Y/N, are you hurt?" Neteyam asks, attempting to turn you to your side so he can see your face. You grumble in annoyance, resisting his movements.

"Can you please just leave me alone?" you snap at him.

“But what about our plans?” Neteyam stares at you confused.

“I’m canceling them,” you huff, “I’m going through some human-stuff.”

It feels like your insides are being twisted and squeezed over and over again. You place a hand on your lower belly, hoping to suit the pain, but it only gets worse. Noticing the way your face grimaces, Neteyam stands up.

“You’re in pain,” he states, “I will go for Tsahik.”

“No!” you protest, “No Tsahik!”

“But you look unwell,” he hesitates, unsure of what to do.

“No Tsahik!” you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling another cramp, “It’s a human thing, the pain will pass soon.”

Something about Neteyam standing there and watching you, makes you feel embarrassed. You already felt weak in comparison to him, whenever you tried to keep up with his running through the forest or climbing trees. He loved teasing you about it, and you don’t need another reason for him to poke fun at you. Your hand clutches one of the pillows under your head, and you sit up to shoo him away.

“Go away, you’re not allowed to be here,” you threaten him, raising your pillow in the air.

Neteyam frowns, still not moving. Angry at his sudden stubbornness, you throw the pillow at him with as much force as you can.

“Go!” you shout at him again.

Neteyam easily dodges the pillow but finally backs away from your bed. He knows that when you get angry at him, it’s because you’re embarrassed about something. He just can’t grasp what this “human stuff” is and why is it making you so stressed. Neteyam thought he knew plenty about humans from his dad, but Jake had never mentioned anything like this.

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Neteyam is so confused on his way out of the facility that he barely notices Norm and almost bumps into him. Fortunately, Norm was in his avatar body and wasn't trampled by the teenage Na'vi. He chuckles at the way Neteyam doesn’t even stop to acknowledge him and keeps walking.

“You okay, kid?” Norm calls out after Neteyam, finally catching his attention.

“Norm, you’re one of the sky people,” Neteyam turns around.

“I am,” Norm confirms with another chuckle, “Something bothering you?”

“Yeah… Can you tell me what is this ‘human stuff’ that you go through?”

Norm cocks his head, the question sounding so ridiculous, he assumes it’s a joke. But Neteyam looks serious.

“What ‘human stuff’?”

“I’m not sure but it looks like it is painful,” Neteyam shakes his head, “I just saw Y/N, and she was laying in her bed, and crying. It looked like something was hurting her, but she wouldn’t tell me what. Only said it was ‘human stuff’.”

“Maybe she’s just having a stomachache or something?” Norm shrugs.

“That’s what I thought. But when I wanted to get Tsahik for her, she got mad at me. Said that it will pass on its own.”

“I don’t know, man, I don’t understand women sometimes,” Norm replies, then a sudden realization hits him, “Ooooh…”

“What?” Neteyam’s ears perk up, “What is it?”

“I don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but she might just be on her period.”

“Period?” it was an unfamiliar word.

“Yeah, women get it every month,” Norm explains but it only seems to confuse Neteyam further, “Okay, so I’m probably not the best person for this but sit down.”

After what seems like an hour passes, Neteyam gives up on the human biology lesson with Norm. He sort of gets the idea of menstruation but he can’t imagine what it feels like, no matter how hard he tries. All he gets from this conversation is that Y/N needs to rest to feel better, and that the food she craves can help ease the pain? He is an alien; he has no idea what she wants.

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“Y/N?” Neteyam’s soft voice catches your attention.

The medicine you took earlier finally seems to work, and you feel slightly better. You prop yourself up on your elbows and see Neteyam walk into the room. A few colorful plastic bags in his hands catch your attention; these were usually hidden away in the very back of the kitchen cabinets for special occasions. Your mouth salivates at the sight of the chips and the cookies.

“Are you feeling better?” Neteyam asks, now crouching down next to your bed.

You nod, sitting up, feeling a little guilty for shooing him away earlier.

“I stole these from the secret stash,” he grimaces, laying out the bags on your blanket.

“My father is going to kill you for this,” you chuckle, reaching for the chips.

Neteyam smiles softly, as he watches you open the bag and fetch a few chips into your mouth. With a loud crunch, you munch on those with a giddy smile, then offer him some. Without much hesitation, Neteyam opens his mouth widely, letting you feed him a handful. You can’t help but chuckle at his blissful reaction to the taste; it was always fun for you to introduce Neteyam to human snacks. Your father got mad at you sometimes for it but you liked sneaking some for Neteyam, just to see him try it out. The sweets seemed to be too intense for him, but he liked salty things.

“Good?” you ask him. Neteyam hums, then opens his mouth again, signaling for more.

You chuckle before feeding him another handful. Though a teenager, Neteyam still required much more feeding than you did. So if you had a couple of chips at a time, Neteyam had to have a triple to fill his mouth.

“How did you know to bring these?” you ask him, now reaching for the bag of cookies.

From your previous tastings, you knew that Neteyam didn’t like chocolate chip cookies. Or anything with chocolate, to be fair. You did not hide your disappointment the first time he almost gagged at the chocolate kiss you gave him, offended by the way his eyes teared up.

“Norm told me that your favorite food can help,” he shrugged, watching you bite down on a cookie.

Your eyes closed in satisfaction as you chewed on it, savoring the taste that filled your mouth. You haven’t had those in a long time.

“Help with what?” you open your eyes again.

“Your human thing,” Neteyam gestures at your stomach.

“Did Norm tell you what it means?”

You feel heat flush to your cheeks, when Neteyam nods his head. You’re not sure why but the thought of Neteyam knowing makes you feel a little embarrassed. Not because there was anything embarrassing about getting a period. You just couldn’t imagine how weird it might be for him to know that you were bleeding out right at this moment, and he could probably smell it.

“Do you want to cuddle?” his voice catches your attention again. Where did he get that from?

You gulp down nervously, confused at how nonchalant he is. Maybe it’s not a big deal to him? He probably just wants to be supportive.

“Cuddle? Like, with you?” you clarify.

“Who else?” Neteyam chuckles, standing up.

He doesn’t wait for your response, instead gently nudging you to move to the middle of your bed. He was too big for it, so instead of laying down next to you, Neteyam decides to act like your headboard. You watch in confusion, as he slings his left foot over the bed and sits down, pressing his back against the wall, and setting down pillows on his lap.

“Come on,” Neteyam pats the pillows, encouraging you to lay down.

You hesitate for a second, before laying down, as Neteyam’s huge frame hangs over you. He smiles at how small you look, gently propping up the pillows under your head to make sure you’re comfortable.

“This is a little weird,” you sigh, looking up at his face.

Neteyam only chuckles and grabs the bag of cookies. He takes one out and offers it to you, bringing it to your mouth. As you open up to take a bite, Neteyam suddenly moves it out of your reach. You huff.

"Please, do not choke," he warns, before finally letting you bite into the cookie.

Eventually, you find yourself sitting up, leaning against his chest. As you swallow the bite, Neteyam feeds you again, listening to the satisfied sounds you make.

“Feel better about the human stuff?” he nudges your shoulder.

“Much better, thank you,” you turn a little to look at his face.

While you were spending a lot of time with him, you’ve never found yourself in such close proximity with him. It felt weird but comforting. Like he offered you some sort of protection, a shield.

“Can I ask what it feels like?” Neteyam breaks the silence, “Norm was sweating trying to explain it to me.”

You laugh at the thought of Norm trying to explain human biology to him. Nestling against Neteyam's chest, you make yourself comfortable and start talking. You both enjoy the snacks he brought, and occasionally he comforts you by rubbing small circles on your shoulders and arms. As the evening wears on, you start to feel tired and eventually doze off in his arms.

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junicult · 11 months

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bachelors stances on period sex and if they’d be down……………

!! period sex w the bachelors

contains ; period sex, duh. afab!farmer. smut. nsfw. fingering. shower sex tehe. use of toys. masturbation. dirty talk & whatnot. not proofread!

note ; oh u did something w this one. & spoiler alert, they all are.

harvey.

- …😇

- i’m sweating.

- if u think he wouldn’t then you are lying to urself. fully.

- are u fr??? he could not care LESSS😭😭😭😭

- in fact, he’s absolutely down.

- period cramps hurt. he knows this, because he’s a doctor and he actually understands women.

- now, he’ll firstly try to see if there’s anything he can give you to help you.

- a heating pad, a massage, literally anything you need. he’ll run out and get food if that’s all u want.

- but i don’t think he’d ever ask if you’d wanna have sex first.

- mainly because he knows it’s not everyone’s thing, and it can get messy and some people think it’s gross. (😒)

- he, however, is not that kind of person.

- he knows that sex helps relieve period pain, sooooo

- if ur down, he’s down. he’s sooo down.

- honestly, he couldn’t even care less. your period just means your body is working, and you’re healthy. knowing that is all he needs to go about this day.

- it isn’t even something he really considers if you’re about to have sex. it’s just something he notices during.

- and if you’re insecure about it, (which all he wants to do is assure you there is no reason to be) he won’t pressure you at all.

- he can understand why you’d be insecure or nervous, but to him it means literally nothing. towels exist for a reason.

- but it was just one of those days, when you were nearly bedridden after speeding through your chores.

- your heating pad rested on your back and lower stomach, laying at an awkward angle on your bed with just the largest frown on your face.

- you were so uncomfortable, and all he wanted to do was make you feel better.

- “is there anything i can do for you, honey?” he asks sweetly from where he stood next to you, gently running his hand up and down your arm.

- and u think for a second.

- not bc of what he said, but bc ur not sure if u wanna give him ur answer rn.

- “…maybe.”

- “anything. what is it?” he lowers to his knees and presses a kiss on your hand.

- your lips pulled into a pout, eyes softly batting towards him while you contemplate what you’re thinking.

- “well…doesn’t, y’know…sex…help with cramps…n stuff?”

- he can’t help but smile a little.

- another little thing is, i feel like he just loves when u get all shy abt affection. just cus he always does, so it’s refreshing to realize u have ur moments just like him.

- u don’t even have to say more. he’s walking to the closet to pull out a couple towels, making the bed secure just to make it easier so neither of u have to clean the sheets.

- and he’s treating u so delicately, bc ur still in discomfort. he doesn’t wanna add more to that.

- but trust me

- red may mean stop but not in his case‼️

- ur period is also means ur hormones are heightened, which also means ur libido increases.

- so not only is this making u feel better, it’s also making u feel so fucking good.

- not just bc he knows what he’s doing.

- now, it’s not just sex that helps with cramps.

- it’s the orgasm that really matters. and ur in a lot of pain…so ur gonna get a looott of relief.

sam.

- doesn’t give a singlleee fuck.

- in his mind it doesn’t register as, “oh, she’s on her period and she wants to have sex😒” it’s more of a, “yay my pretty girlfriend wants to have sex with me😊😊”

- so like, it’s just instant flattery anytime you come onto him.

- it’s not hard to get him in the mood if ur alr horny.

- you don’t even have to try hard. usually you can just walk up to him, give him a little kiss on the lips and just ask.

- that alone has him grinning and following you to the bedroom.

- so if you’re pressing against your sides, groaning in discomfort over your cramps and stuff,

- all you have to do is sigh and mumble, “baby i’m so uncomfortable. d’you wanna do something?” and he’ll probably just perk up, thinking you need some water or another heating pad or something.

- “what’s up? i can help!” he’s jumping to his feet, ready to head out and get whatever u need.

- “no, no nothing like that,” you mumble, sitting up to your knees on the couch.

- “like…do something. it’ll help with my pain,” your smile is faint, and the way your fingers begin to play with the hem of his shirt has him raising his eyebrows.

- “yeah! will it hurt, tho?”

- he doesn’t fully understand how your period works, i’m gonna be honest with you.

- but once you assure him it actually feels really good, and much better, then he’s plenty more excited.

- occasionally he’ll remember to lay out towels, but usually the sheets will need to be washed lol.

- he’s adorable. he becomes much more affectionate because he knows you’re just feeling miserable, and he wants to take your mind off of it.

- kissing all down your neck, your chest, your stomach, thighs.

- he’ll go down on you if that’s what you really want. but he probably won’t do it without you asking.

- he loves fucking you when you’re on your period.

- there’s significantly less friction, and you’re just so warm and wet he gets so hard. i swear.

- holding onto your hips while he pistons in and out of you, head hanging low and panting the closer he gets.

- he cums faster whenever you’re on your period.

- although, that doesn’t mean he’s not ready for a round 2.

shane.

- he’s lazy. lol.

- much like sam, it kinda just registers as “well she wants to have sex so we’re gonna have sex. who am i to complain.”

- it’s also flattering for him, too. he likes knowing you want him.

- in general, it’s extremely rare he’d ever say no to sex. the circumstances had to be DIRE for him to say no.

- just bc he can get turned on pretty quickly.

- so yeah, if you wanna have sex while ur on ur period? he’s on board.

- like i said tho, he’s lazy. so you can bet on shower sex while you’re on ur period LMFAOO

- he’s not gonna clean the sheets or towels if there’s a stain💀

- and what’s better then holding you up against the shower wall, one leg wrapped around his waist while fucking he’s ur pain away??😇😇

- no mess, no cleaning! it’s a win-win!

- but in general, he really doesn’t care.

- ur period isn’t something he really thinks twice about.

- if u ask him to pick up pads or tampons at the store one day you’re too busy, he’s already out the door.

- if you need something, he’ll stand up and go get it for you. he’s not rushing for it, but neither is he slow-walking on purpose. it’s just like ur asking for the tv remote.

- he’s not overly emphatic. he’s a fantastic help, but that doesn’t mean he changes all that much from the weeks you aren’t on your period.

- what i’m saying is, u being on ur period doesn’t change anything from ur regular daily life.

- if u turn to him and say, “wanna have sex?” he’s gonna fucking say yes.

- although, he probably won’t go down on u while ur in the middle of ur period.

- nor will he finger u, unless ur in the shower. and most of the time u are.

- easy to rinse off LMFAO.

- will definitely rub ur clit while he’s inside of u, in the shower or not.

- in some ways, u kinda turn him on a little more when ur on ur period.

- maybe it’s because he likes how u become so comfortable around him, despite being with him for so long.

- it’s extremely domestic to see you when you just don’t care to put effort in your appearance. you just wear sweats, pull your hair back and walk around with the funniest scowl on ur face.

- you kinda lose your filter a little,

- like, when ur off ur period you at least flirt a little to show him you need him right now.

- but when you’re just horny and uncomfortable, you don’t even care.

- “can you fuck these cramps away? i can run the shower,”

- zero filter.

- believe me, he’s all for it.

sebastian.

- i feel like having sex on your period isn’t something either of you had ever had the confidence to bring up for a while.

- like, for some reason, whenever you told him you started your period it was an unspoken “so we can’t have sex for a few days” kinda thing.

- and to that? yeah. sucked.

- the only reason it was perceived that way was because he just figured you didn’t want to. that you’d be uncomfortable with it.

- you both thought that way, actually.

- so…for a while it was just like…

- ur both rly horny. & for some reason u don’t tell each other bc, 😱 ur on ur period.

- it wasn’t until one night u were both hanging out with each other, during the middle of ur period.

- sitting on the couch, watching tv, lazily leaning on each other in peaceful silence.

- your cramps had been killing you all day, and now wasn’t any better. he was sweet enough to get you a heating pad.

- he’s not rude enough to let u suffer in silence. he’ll always double check if you need any ibuprofen or stuff like that.

- but anyways, ur sitting there. in discomfort. next to ur boyfriend. who you want really badly to help ur pain with something you can’t offer yourself.

- “…sebby?”

- “hm?”

- “…my cramps hurt…really bad. is there anyway you wanna help me?”

- he kinda thinks you meant like getting a heating pad or something, so you’ll have to explain it to him.

- anyways, the answer is yes.

- he does lay out towels.

- the first couple times, you end up having just regular missionary sex.

- but i feel like the longer you two having been doing this, you decide to add in some aspects, change a few things up.

- i’m talking toys lol.

- he’ll always fuck you if that’s what you both want, but for some reason he loves watching you get off on your own vibrator or something while you’re on your period.

- cus yeah, he knows you and your body very well, but he still loves seeing how you can orgasm with your own doing.

- will likely masturbate with you. he can’t help it.

- and finally, he’ll fs finger you.

- he just loves fingering you in general, why would a little blood stop him from that?

alex.

- yeah no, he doesn’t care.

- say whatchu will about him 🙌 but he doesn’t care.

- a firm believer that swords are meant to get a little blood on them.

- in fact, he’s probably said that to u before 💀

- although, i do wanna say he isn’t super experienced w this sort of thing.

- he’s had a fair share of one night stands or casual hookups, and yeah he’s had girlfriends before but they were rarely ever as serious as you two.

- so periods in general were a relatively new thing he’s become acquainted with.

- do not fear tho! he’s ready to learn!

- i feel like he actually enjoys going to the store to get u pads or tampons and stuff.

- there’s something so possessive abt it that i can’t really explain.

- he feels kinda superior carrying ur box of tampons to the checkout lane. i rly cant explain it.

- that being said. his eagerness to learn doesn’t fall far from product shopping.

- this man loves putting you in positions that you didn’t even know your body could move in.

- so, when you tell him, “babe, my cramps hurt so bad, please help me,” …he’s eager.

- he knows pressure to your back and stomach can help, so trust me…

- he’s got your legs wrapped around his waist, pillow underneath you, his length fully inside of you and he’s gently pressing against your stomach.

- even without being on your period it feels amazing, but now? with your hormones heightened, and your sex drive skyrocketed? godddd…..

- “does that feel good, baby? feelin’ better?” “mhm, i know pretty, just let it out.”

- i’m bricked.

- it’s such a turn on for him when you’re super horny.

- cus he pretty much is all the time, it’s just a little switch you have to flick and boom—he’s ready.

- so when it’s your chance to be crawling to him, asking for a relief he can give you, yup he loves it.

- adds to his already overflowing ego.

- and the blood is none other then proof of that.

elliot.

- ok so

- he’s v different from the other bachelors. well, aside from harvey ig.

- he couldn’t care, never cared, and won’t ever care that you’re horny on ur period.

- if you want him, and you know it’ll relieve the pain—that’s like heaven for him.

- but for this i think it’s fitting to take a different approach.

- let’s say, ur insecure about it.

- you know very well that he doesn’t find it gross, no matter how many times he reassures you,

- but that still doesn’t stop the little voice inside of you that tells you otherwise.

- it’s just like, you know your on your period, but he’s just so attractive, he’s been a gentleman to you all night, and u just fucking need him. you need him so badly.

- “you’re really not grossed out by it?” you randomly ask, breathlessly pulling your lips away from his.

- despite not even mentioning it beforehand, he takes no time to figure out what you meant cus he was already thinking about it💀

- “why would i be?”

- he’ll probably go on a little spiel about how it means nothing to him, and since it’s especially beneficial towards you, it’s actually a turn on for him.

- can i safely say that?

- that he’s kinda turned on by it?

- well i did. cus he is.

- maybe not the blood itself, even tho he doesn’t care about that. mostly just the fact that having period sex literally connects you on so many different levels, it’s much more intimate and obviously this man loves passion.

- nothing changes from your regular sex lives when you’re on your period.

- yes that means he’ll go down on you.

- he. does. not! CAREEE!!!!!!!

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iliketangerines · 1 month

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Please could you do something where Kung lao walks in on you masturbating? Like you both have feelings for one another, but this breaks the tension, and you guys just fuck. I'm having major Kung Lao brain rot rn, and I truly love your writing. Keep going with the amazing work!! ❤️❤️

i can help with that

a/n: i'm so down bad for this man it's not even funny

pairing: kung lao x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), overstimulation, pussy eating, finger fucking, creampies

you lay in your bed, blankets thrown off, legs spread, and vibrator pressed into your clit, and you try to resist the urge to pull away the vibrator as it all becomes too much

you whine and turn off the vibrator, too sensitive to have it pressed against your clit, and you let out a choked sob as your orgasm ebbs out of existence

it’s been a dilemma for you: fingers not enough to make you cum but the vibrator too intense to make you cum either

you feel like you’ve tried everything, but whatever you do, you can’t seem to bring yourself to an orgasm

especially with how desperate you’ve gotten over the past few weeks

you cover your face with your arm as you remember Kung Lao, how the sweat made his biceps gleam in the sun and how they flexed earlier that day

you can’t help but wonder if he would use hs strength on you in bed, and you feel yourself grow needy again at the thought of his cock stretching you out

but daydreaming about him had brought the ugly head of your need for pleasure, and being around Kung Lao every day, training alongside him, without being able to cum had started to affect your performance

your moves were slower, sloppier, worse than ever before with how you can’t stop thinking about Kung Lao and how you crave him

you pant into the air, deciding to just try one more time before going to bed, and you flick on the vibrator once more, throwing your head back as the vibrations assault your clit

your hips twitch away from the stimulation, and you’re too busy trying to focus on the pleasure rather than the twinges of pain to hear the door to your room open

you hear a cup fall onto the floor, and you immediately clamp your legs shut and let out a small whine as the vibrations on your clit grow more intense

you pull away the vibrator from your shut legs and see Kung Lao in the door, teacup fallen to the floor and his face flushed and red

you stutter, not sure of what to say, and he goes to leave, head turning away to try and hide the blush on his cheeks and saying he wanted to bring you some calming tea since you seemed so out of it these days

you’re not sure what possessed you, a sudden burst of confidence perhaps, but you tell him to wait, to stay with you, to not leave you

he freezes in his spot and looks back at you, eyes wide as his gaze travels over your figure, and your heart pounds in your chest as your spread your legs, showing your wet pussy to him

your voice is quiet when you ask him to help you, that you haven’t able to cum and that you need him, but he clearly hears you because he shuts the door, leaving you two in privacy

he approaches you slowly and kneels on the bed, and your legs jerk when he places a warm hand on the inside of your knee

his eyes flicker toward the vibrator in your hand, and you can see the cogs in his head turning before he finally lets a cocky smile settle on his face

he teases you, saying you need him to help you cum, and you turn your head away, confidence dropping rapidly, and you close your legs

his other hand flies up to keep your legs apart, and he spreads them even wider to fit around his waist

he takes the vibrator from your hand, and he places it on your bed before crawling up so he looms over you

he turns your chin to face him, and he laughs at your bewildered expression

he tells you to keep your eyes on him, or he’ll stop

he shimmies his way back down your torso and settles his shoulder between your legs and places his cheek on the inside of your thigh

you can feel his breath on your pussy, but you keep your eyes on him as told

he purrs that you’re already doing so well for him, and he leans his head forward and presses his flat tongue against your clit

you bite your lip, muffling your whine, but he tells you to make all those pretty sounds for him before diving down

he sucks on your clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue while his hands grab and squeeze your thighs

he moans into your pussy, but he continues to watch you through half-lidded eyes

you struggle to keep your eyes on him, and your cheeks burn as he thoroughly enjoys the taste of you

moans spill from your mouth as he continues to lick broad firm licks on your clit, and one of your hands fly down to grip onto his hair while the other grips onto the sheets

he groans at the feeling of your hand tugging at his hair, and he brings one of his hands to slides between your pussy folds, collecting the wetness before sliding in a thick finger

you whine and throw your head bak, overwhelmed by the pleasure, but Kung Lao stops moving and slaps at the inside of your thigh

it jolts you up, making you open your eyes again and focus your hazy gaze on him

he purrs out to remember his rule before going back to kissing your sensitive clit

you pant out into the air and moan as his finger pumps in and out of you, and he adds another and prods around looking for your sweet spot

when his fingers nudge against something soft and you keen loudly while your eyes glaze over, he knows he’s found it

he thrusts his fingers into that spot, and you struggle to keep your eyes open as you keep watching him

he hums around your clit, and pleasure shoots through your body and electrifies every bit of you

your pussy clenches around his fingers as you finally cum, and stars fly behind your eyes as pleasure overtakes your body

your mind floats between reality and the stars as you bask in the overflow of your orgasm, but Kung Lao brings you back down to the present when you feel the familiar buzz of your vibrator press against your clit

you whine out, and your hips jerk away from the stimulation

you’re much more sensitive after cumming, and pain sparks through you as he presses it insistently against your clit

his shoulders keep your legs from clamping shut, and you throw your head back as tears prick at the edges of your eyes

but he keeps the vibrator firmly on you, obsessed with the sweet little sounds coming out of your mouth and how you’re already so sensitive

you start to cry and push at his arms, but your limbs feel like jello and it does little to deter the vibrations on your over sensitive clit

he pumps his fingers inside of your pussy and curls his fingers perfectly, and you moan as you cum all too soon again

but he keeps pressing that vibrator into your clit and turns up the intensity, and you squirm in his hold

he removes his fingers from your weeping pussy and holds onto your hips to keep you still and force you to take the pleasure

you cry out that it’s too much,that you can’t cum anymore, tears dripping down your cheeks, but he just looks up at you with an innocent smile and says you needed his help

and so he’s giving you as many orgasms as he can

your body shakes, and your throat goes hoarse as the vibrations wipes your mind of coherent thought and makes you arch off the bed

he flicks up the vibrations once more, and all you can is take the pleasure as he presses that vibrator into your clit and makes you cum over and over again

you grow limp on the bed and your sobs are reduced to small sniffles and hiccups

you feel nowhere close to your body, yet you can still feel every buzz of pleasure that Kung Lao gives you

you can’t think at all or even process it as you feel Kung Lao’s cock slap against your pussy and slide in

you whine at the stretch, whining at the pain, and he shushes you while fucking into you

but slowly, his thrusts get fast and faster until his hips snap against yours violently, and your mind fills with a different sort of pleasure

he moves his hand from your hip and presses down on the slight bulge in your stomach, and you moan at the additional pressure and pleasure filling you

the intense vibrations on your clit with the way his cock stretches and fills you has you arching off the bed, and Kung Lao groans as he watches you squirt and paint his abs with your release

with the way your pussy clenches down on him, Kung Lao’s hips stutters, and he cums deep inside of you, grunting as he continues to fuck you and push his cum deeper into you

he flicks off the vibrator when he’s spent, and you’re completely boneless on the bed

he watches his cum drip out of your abused pussy, and he wants to clean it up with his tongue and make you cum one more time

but with the way you barely move and how your eyes are glazed over have Kung Lao going off to take care of you

he brings you water and snacks, cleaning you up first with a cool damp rag before sitting you up and making you drink and eat

your mind is still fuzzy and gone as Kung Lao tucks you into bed, and he presses a kiss to your forehead before cuddling up next to you and falling asleep

he hopes that you want his help later as well

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mactavishsgfandwife · 2 months

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saw that ur reqs r open, and i love all ur work sooo here i am lol

what would the tf141 boys be like w a reader who’s into horror? (i was thinking reader is like rlly sweet but loves playing horror video games or smth, but u can interpret it however u want!)

i can js imagine johnny freaking out when he sees reader playing like,,silent hill or smth. or resident evil 7 (can u tell im a horror game nerd lol)

but yeah! js a silly little idea i had, feel free not to write it if u don’t want to! have a good day, ily!

TF141 Watching a Horror Movie With You 🎃

hi omg this is such a cute concept!! thank you so much for the support, you have no idea how much i appreciate it! i have so many ideas for them with someone who loves horror movies so that’s what this post is about (i hope that’s ok :( ) but i’ll try to write about horror games another time because that’s such a cute concept! i just have lots of ideas for this one rn so i thought i’d do it first female reader, fluff, not proofread <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley thinks it’s cute that you love horror movies. He spends half his life in a real-life horror, he’s seen things that you could never imagine. Teasingly calls you a ‘psycho’ for just sitting there happily, cuddled up to him as you watch something absolutely terrifying go down on the screen.

Simon is a pain in the ass to watch certain horror movies with, because if guns or fighting are involved then he will make sure to point out to you exactly what the directors got wrong.

"He’s holding it wrong… if I even… Price’d never let me hear t’end of it," he mumbles, not talking to anyone in particular.

When you cuddle on the sofa, if you’re laying face down on his chest, he loves to keep one hand on your ass. Sometimes, if something does make him jump, he’ll squeeze it out of instinct.

People don’t usually expect it but you’re very good with scary stuff, you rarely ever get spooked out. But sometimes you do, especially if you’re tired and it’s late.

Once, after you’d watched a film, you went to get ready for bed and Simon went ‘to eat something’. Even when you were all changed and ready for bed, he still hadn’t returned, and so - twiddling your fingers together for reassurance - you peeked out into the darkened hallway.

Only for a 6'4" soldier in a skull mask, wielding a cup of tea, to jump out at you from behind.

You screamed, stumbling back in a state of panicked confusion, about to cry out for Simon when you came to your senses and realised that the masked intruder was Simon.

He stood there, laughing his ass off, until he realised that you were obviously very on edge and a little bit teary eyed.

"C’mere…" he sighed, placing down his tea to take you into his arms, "i’m sorry, baby girl, please don’t cry…" Your heart was racing and you were debating whether or not to slap him, but you knew he didn’t mean to upset you. And you were happy so long as he made up for it.

Soap Mactavish claims that he’s not scared of anything. Nooo, no way, he’s not scared. He’s so not scared that he’s looking away and squeezing your hand.

Poor guy is so easily jumpscared, it makes you giggle.

"You sure this i’nt going t’be too scary for you, bonnie?" he coos, placing an arm around your shoulder as he half-watches the film that has plunged into a strange silence. He’s definitely trying (and failing) to be subtle as he flexed his muscular arms a little bit, in an attempt to show off.

"Oh yeah, don’t worry," you nod sweetly, smiling up at him.

"I’m just saying, angel, if you need to bury your head into my chest, or if you can’t look, then that’s okay, you just go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’m a soldier, I could easily take on any- Shit! Fucking hell!" he jumps, squealing and then clearing his throat in a poor attempt to disguise it.

"You sure this isn’t going to be too scary for you, bonnie baby..?" you tease, kissing his cheek.

"Lay off it," he pouts, blushing a little bit as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

Alsoooo Johnny is a fiend for feeling you up when you’re watching a film together. He sees it as a perfect opportunity to get to know his pretty lass a little bit better.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick’s favourite part of movie night is the food. He loves takeaway (he’s definitely a Nando’s lover) but his absolute favourite food is your home cooking. When he was asked his favourite food when he was younger, he was always the one kid who would say "whatever my mum makes!" and now he’s an adult it’s just the same, but "whatever my girlfriend makes!" Whenever he realises you’re going to watch a film, whether you invited him or not, he will call out to you from the other room to "HOLD ON!" as he grabs snacks and drinks for the two of you.

Gaz isn’t too easily creeped out, but it happens. He’ll never admit that it’s because he was scared, but you’ve definitely noticed him ‘accidentally’ leaving the hallway light on. If it wasn’t an ‘accident’, then he obviously did it so that you wouldn’t feel scared in the night. He probably realises that you can see right through him, but you always say you believe him, just to make him feel better.

Kyle’s favourite horror movie series is Paranormal Activity, because it’s a so-bad-it’s-good kind of thing. He loves sitting in bed, eating popcorn, with you in his lap, laughing til you cry at all his jokes about how horrendously made the films are. Once, he was taking the piss out of how bad the film you were watching was and then immediately got jumpscared. He even let out a weird noise in shock - he didn’t hear the end of it for weeks.

Even if he’s not cuddling you as close as possible, Gaz loves to rouch you, usually by holding you with one arm as you rest your head on his shoulder. He is a serial thigh-squeezer.

John Price is a total dad, and that extends to when you can convince him to watch one of your favourite films with you. He wants to watch the movie, it’s not his fault if he falls asleep 15 minutes in every single time.

He lets you lay on his broad chest, that’s warm and rises and fall under your head, while he rests his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. He’s prone to snoring, too - in past, you’ve had to rewind the film because you missed part of it while you were trying to get him to wake up and shut up. The only sureproof way to wake him up is to try and move off of him - he’ll open one eye and grumble at you, as he pulls you right back into him.

"You’re not even watching the film, you’re asleep…" you whine, looking up at him.

"’M watching, love. Shhh," he mumbles, eyes still closed as he softly pats your hair.

"Are not," you pout.

"Shhh. ‘M trying to watch this," he hushes you, eyes closed and totally ready to go back to sleep. You’re almost annoyed at him but he makes that very hard, breathing softly through that moustache as he presses you against him, like you’re a teddy or a weighted blanket.

In terms of the films himself, Price isn’t easily scared (partly helped by the fact that he spends half of the time asleep). The first time that you two watched something scary together, he was almost expecting you to be terrified, but he was pleasantly surprised when you weren’t. He thinks it’s funny how you can sit in his lap perfectly happy and watch something that would have any ‘sensible’ (as he puts it) girl screaming.

He either gets very irritated by the main characters making terrible decisions and getting themselves into trouble, or finds it hilarious. He also loves to rub your feet while you watch the movie, literal princess treatment.

i kind of want to watch a horror movie nowwww

all pictures are from the game or from pinterest as far as i’m aware

i hope this was ok for you!!! i know it’s not exactly what you wanted but maybe we can just consider it part 1 of the horror obsessed reader saga >:)

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auras-moonstone · 9 months

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hiii, I really really love all your job so much !!and I have a little request (you can obviously say no), can you do something with Ethan and "bad idea right?", I have this song on repeat and I need to see it with Ethan please

I hope you have a great day and I really love all that you do 💗💗💗

hi!! of course you can send song requests! i love olivia🥺

bad idea, right? — ethan landry

word count: 700

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

based on: bad idea, right? by olivia rodrigo

Y/N AND ETHAN’S RELATIONSHIP LASTED FOR AROUND SIX MONTHS. With Ethan so focused on college and Y/N having to work to afford her studies and also having to do exams and assignments, their little bubble just bursted and they decided to end it after those short but unforgettable months. They loved each other very much, which is why they knew it was for the best, because holding onto a relationship they couldn’t afford to be invested in 100% was very selfish.

And as much as they wanted to, they knew they could never go back to being just friends. It would be too painful. So, they stopped talking to each other… until that night at the dive bar.

Y/N was sitting on a table, beer on her hand as she listened with very little attention to the conversation her friends were having. She was so exhausted from work that she swore she could pass out at any moment, and the dimly lit setting didn’t help at all.

But then, she received a text that made her be fully awake. She stared at his name with eyes wide open, and traced the notification bubble with her fingertip, not bearing to read the text, she just stared at his contact name.

eth🤓💖

hey…

i know this random but i’m alone rn and i can’t seem to get you off my mind

would you like to come over? if you’re not busy

my new address is xxx xxx :)

it’s okay if you don’t want to, i understand… anyways, let me know ❤️

I’m alone. Can’t get you off my mind. Come over. Well, he certainly wasn’t inviting her to play a game—at least not one that didn’t involve her being on her knees as he grabbed her hair from behind, and make her roll her eyes in pleasure so hard it hurt.

Ethan’s face crossed her mind, and she thought about what she should do. She should probably not go. She shouldn’t meet him that night, it’s a bad idea, right? But her mind didn’t function well when it came to Ethan Landry. She knew she was his ex, but couldn’t people reconnect? Only one night and then she would erase him from her mind—god, she knew that was the biggest lie she’d ever said.

She grabbed her car keys, her purse and stood up, gaining the attention of her friends. “I’m tired, I want to sleep” In Ethan’s bed. Without further explanation, Y/N got into her car, wrecking all the plans she’d made with her friends.

y/n/n 👼🏻🫶🏻

be there in ten.

eth🤓💖

second floor

waiting for you

And he was. Y/N pulled up in his apartment and got into the elevator, pressing the button to the second floor. When she got out, she saw Ethan waiting for her by the door, boyish grin on his face—the one that always made Y/N want to drop onto her knees and make him scream her name until his voice broke.

She stood in front of Ethan, he was even taller than before, and he was towering over her. The boy looked so fucking hot that her brain could even mutter the word ‘hi’. So, instead of talking, Y/N grabbed him by the collar and smashed her lips against his with such ferocity and need that Ethan almost collapsed to the floor.

“So hot when you go straight to the point” he said in between kisses. They were moving, but Y/N didn’t know where to and she honestly didn’t care. He could fuck her in any corner of the apartment and it’d be fine. But then she tripped and felt the soft mattress under her.

“Upgraded your bed, I see” she panted as her hands traveled his hard chest, fire in her eyes.

Ethan nodded “Just got it, was wondering if you could give me a review of it.” he pressed sweet kisses to the valley of her breasts.

“Let’s get to work, then. Lay down.” Y/N ordered, and he obeyed in no time.

He watched her get rid of her shirt and bra, and he was so glad she accepted the invitation. “I missed you.”

“Me too, but let’s talk later. Right now, I want to feel you again. It’s been way too long.”

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reveluving · 5 months

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omg phillip graves and his shy wifes first time together pls

Anon, baby! You're playing with my meow meow rn!! 😭💗 BUT LET'S GO

Includes: soft dom!graves (dating/pre-marriage), implications of virginity loss/bad past experiences, petnames ('pretty girl'), fingering, licking & marking, unprotected sex (p in v)

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

It starts with a kiss.

Kisses after kisses. He wants to ease you into the moment. To let you know that time wasn't of the essence and he won't (and would never) rush you into things to the point of scaring or downright pressuring you.

He'll be rougher or freakier with you some other time. When he knows you're more open to newer things, curious of what sex—no, making love has to offer.

“Y'sure you want this?” You nodded into his chest, and as cute as it was, he needed verbal confirmation, “‘M gonna need t’hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” It was breathy, almost whispering, but your tone was pure need—he'd know hesitation when he hears or sees one, “Please, Phil. I need you… I–”

You paused, “I've always needed you.”

He effortlessly carried you to the bedroom, holding you up at the foot of the bed before gently laying you down.

He straightened up to remove his shirt, ‘taking the lead’ in undressing in hopes that you'd feel more comfortable with the idea.

“Mind if I take ‘em off?” He gestured to your shirt, kissing your jaw while waiting for your response. Even when you uttered a ‘mhm’, he didn't take them off immediately. Instead, his lips wandered wherever he could reach, then tested out with a few nips here and there.

Hearing your whimpers, barely able to cover up your moans, one could only imagine his self-restraint, dying to make an appearance to make you his. It was evident in the way he gripped the sheets next to your head.

He does the same with your pants/skirt, trailing kisses down your leg as the bottomwear slides off, leaving you in your undies.

He lets you cover yourself, only looking at you with a smile, despite the half-lidded gaze as he whispers in your ear.

“Always knew y'had a fine body,” He emphasized, unable to resist running his hands up and down your soft skin. He helps you with your bra—slowly, then your panties, teasing you with his tongue and noting the spots that make you jump, “Always so soft against me. Makes me fuckin’ hard just thinkin’ about it.”

He chuckles when he sees you cover your eyes, failing to control the rush of heat coursing through you.

Seeing this side of you, still so shy but also waiting to be ruined. It may not be his first time but damn, he could've fooled himself by the control he was nearly lacking.

He rests his head on your tummy, peering up at you through his lashes as he slides a finger in between your folds, pulling it away and delighted to find it wet and shiny. You can’t help but shiver when he groans upon easing his middle finger into you, the tiniest squelch reaches your ears.

He won’t stop until you’re finally used to three of his fingers, caressing your head and face as your face contorts in slight pain, then comes his favourites; eyes rolling back, lips parting and back arching, babbling against his lips ‘yes, yes, yes’ or begging him not to stop.

His cock looks painful at this point, holding himself back against the sheets despite the slight precum on the tip. He asks again, “Inside?”, and at this point, you have your arms around him, almost as if praying to just have him in you.

It’s hard not to stare at his body, especially as he throws his head back. His muscles flex as he wraps your legs around him, slowly bottoming out and letting you get used to his size; the girth is one thing, but the length is another.

A fraction of his resolve begins to chip away when he looks down at you, digging your nails into the sheets and throwing your head back into the pillow, and in a daze, he lunges, nipping and sucking on your neck. Licking up the thin layer of perspiration that covers you in amidst the heat. Giving into your desires, your carnal pleasure.

To finally have him as close to you as possible.

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onyourhyuck · 10 months

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Beautiful. | L.DH

— Prologue: “Baby you’re beautiful, you don’t need to feel insecure when you’re the only thing I wanna see.”

— Summary: Where you are on your monthly period and it’s making you feel insecure about yourself, your boyfriend is determined to make you realise just how beautiful you are.

— Genre: Fluff but suggestive smut at the end, y/n is on period, nothing too spicy here, wholesomeness. Hyuck is such a green flag honestly. Mention of porn.

— Notes: So we all on our periods rn?

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Your body flops on the bed as you changed into new pyjamas sets with your favourite Sanrio character, Hello kitty. You actually got this pyjama set with your boyfriend however he ended up getting another character and not the Hello Kitty one. You groan when an incoming cramp hurts your entire insides and now you want to feel like you don’t exist because the pain is very much unbearable. When people often say it can’t be that bad, you want to slap some sense into them, because it is very bad for you.

As you’re on the bed laying with your hands covered against your eyes. Your boyfriend walks in with his Sanrio pyjama sets with Tiny Chum on it. He sits down on the edge and you feel a sudden hand brush over your stomach making you feel a lot more sensitive than usual. You feel shivers on your skin by his soft touch it kills you to think that’s how you react to the simplest things he does to you.

Your boyfriend sees how well you react and he smiles when he hears another groan incoming from your mouth escaping. He raised an eyebrow at you now, deciding to ask what’s bothering you today. You’ve been grumpy and looking almost sad. “Y/n what’s up with you today?” He breaks the silence and awaits for an answer.

You pull your hands away from your face so you could see your handsome boyfriend sitting up gazing above you and you make a pained expression as you turn around, when the period cramp really digs inside you. “I feel so, horrible. I don’t know why. My cramps are hurting, I feel so down and low on energy. And I keep eating nonstop…” You lay back on the bed and you wish this could end. It’s just making you even more insecure about yourself.

You have to deal with these symptoms for a week? You wish it ends right now and it’s only your first day. The first three days are always the worst for you, the fourth is manageable because most of the hormones acting up are gone. Fifth is practically nothing. “And I look horrible too.” You mention lastly as you feel like whenever you’re on your period you downgrade a little on your looks. Maybe it’s just you overthinking right? But you genuinely feel like it.

You don’t make yourself feel presentable. Whenever your period comes you stay in bed all day and meep around your gloominess and low energy. It generally feels like a depressive state you’re in.

“Baby you’re beautiful, you don’t need to feel insecure when you’re the only thing I wanna see.” He said to you when he realised you don’t feel like yourself.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen when you said that you look horrible, he didn’t expect you to put such a big insult on yourself when he’s looking at you like you’re the most beautiful person in the world right now. No matter what you’re going through, he thinks you’ll always look like yourself; Beautiful.

“Y/n you don’t look horrible seriously, take that back.” He vows now as he reaches his hands on your stomach again rubbing it in circles as often he does when you ask him to do this. Usually to stop the cramps. You shake your head. “It’s the truth…I can barely do anything without feeling like it’s so much work.” You hate this feeling of low motivation the most. You can’t get rid of it.

“My stomach is just so… big?” You point out now and Haechan seen your head lift up now you’re poking your eyes around your stomach and he rolls his eyes at your words. You feel your boyfriend put his palm against your forehead and make you lay down so you can stop looking at your stomach in such observing ways. “Your stomach is fine, Y/n.” He said back warningly and you look at him with furrow eyebrows. “It’s not, I can see my rolls poking out!” You told him and he heard your voice raising.

Haechan sighs. “Y/n… your stomach is literally perfectly normal and fine. Okay maybe you feel that way because of your period, but, it looks the same as before.” He reassured you as he leans down and gives your stomach a kiss now, and that kiss multiples to many kisses. You lay back hiding your smile whenever your boyfriend reassures you he knows how to say the right words. Haechan grabs on your hips tightly and travels up with his kisses. “So don’t ever say your stomach is big.” He continued lowly speaking against your stomach skin now just above your chest.

“And even if it gets big in the future, Y/n it’s completely fine. Girls shouldn’t be so skinny either.” He smirks a little when he saw your red expression and you feel your eyes widen. He wouldn’t care if you changed weights at all. It doesn’t change anything about his love for you. As long as you’re a healthy weight he is happy. He wouldn’t want you to be in a bad position with your body in any different way. “Anything else you’re insecure about?” He asked you now.

You gulp. He’s now asking to share more of your insecurities and you lay down murmuring one of the lists. It’s been on your mind a lot. It’s always been there. “My… chest.” You say lowly at the end. Haechan moves his face up letting out a sigh. “Your chest?” He now said asking questions of why.

You nod your head. “Well… they’re small… I guess they were always my insecurities.” When you were younger you used to think having bigger chests are better. However your friends who had bigger chests say it’s a curse to have since they give backache. At the same time you feel happy you don’t have bigger chest because backache would be horrible, but you always feel like yours are too small? Especially when period hits you. Your thoughts just become intoxicating to you.

Haechan listens to you attentively before he lets his hands roam upwards on your upper-body and puts his hands on your chest now simply. “They are perfect, what are you on about?” He lets out a soft smirk as he watches you. “You know the things I’d do to them, it’s not gonna change no matter what size you have them in, sweetheart.”

His blunt and vague answer at the same time makes you go shades redder. He’s never really been like this, so aggressive and rough with his words to you while he is complimenting you trying to make you realise how perfect you are without needing to change your body at all.

Haechan lifts your pyjama top over only a little, he won’t be taking off your clothes fully, he just wants to see your chest and admire them. He loves looking at them because they’re always so warm. Sometimes you lend them your heat on your chest when it’s cold in the house and you couldn’t be bothered to turn the heater on. It works out perfectly. They are like mini heaters to him. He smiles and kissed your cleavage softly. “You have beautiful tits, trust me, don’t change them.” He said now, as if it was a loving threat from your boyfriend.

You roll your eyes a little. “You’re just saying that aren’t you?” You mutter wondering if he even hated anything about you. Surely he must’ve thought one bad thing about you right?

Haechan scoffs as he pulls his face away from your body and looks down at your face. He held your face with his hand and he said with a little smirk back at you. “I mean everything I say to you. Trust me when I say the only thing I don’t think that you do is when you’re self talking yourself down.”

“Okay but when…when you’re watching porn you look at other women don’t you? They have bigger chests and stuff.”

He wants to laugh when you sit up pulling your shirt down and now you’re both sitting on the bed as you’re discussing this like it was a super serious world matter that could do a lot of damage. Haechan wants to smile as you’re now bringing up his porn history. It’s no secret between you guys. He showed you the stuff he watches and it’s nothing too wild. He once put on a woman with bigger chest on and ever since then in your mind you wonder if your boyfriend probably wants bigger boobs from you. Which is ridiculous, Haechan wouldn’t want anything from you to change he prefers you being yourself.

But you suppose your period is making you very emotional about this matter and he can see you are running loose in your mind.

Haechan leans closer smirking. “Just because I looked at women with bigger chests, doesn’t mean i actually need them.” He said to you teasing you with his eyes knowing you’re not thinking logically you’re just thinking with your insecurities right now.

You glare. “No you seemed to be pretty glued to her chest when you watched her on your laptop.”

Okay, maybe now you sound a little jealous right now. You are pretty convinced he was turned on a lot more when he saw that porn video than when it comes to you.

Haechan wants to really make your brain stop working for a moment it would save you and him a lot of more time because the fact that you’re thinking he would choose a porn actress over his own girlfriend is a little mental.

He sighs trailing now as he pulls your body on his lap when he sits on the edge of the bed and as you sit on his lap because he put you on there. He stares into your beautiful eyes admiring them. “Alright listen here carefully. I won’t repeat it.” He said now truthfully and seriously. You hate it when he sounds so serious right now it makes it seem like he’s lecturing you.

Well maybe he is lecturing you a little because he can’t have you thinking he wants you to change for him when you don’t have to do that. At all.

He saw how you’re watching him now with a little intense focus on him and his eyes as he wore those black thick glasses. You always found him to be very handsome when he’s in pyjamas and glasses at home. “I watch porn when i need a quick release. I don’t need to be watching strangers alright? But when I do go to porn for last solution, I always think of you. I don’t think about the women I watch. I think about you in that situation.” He explains now as he rubs your thighs with his hands, eyeing you in some sort of dark gaze.

“That means I imagine your sweet voice whenever you moan, I think about your chest not their chest, I imagine you in the same position, I literally can’t think of anyone else but you. That’s how much you mean to me and how beautiful you are to me. Some mere porn star actress can’t compare to you. No one can.”

He was serious. You can tell from the way he spoke to you and down to the way he held you. You weren’t even living with doubts anymore you were just slightly turned on when he’s lecturing you now and you blame your period hormones on this. It’s not your fault you seem to take everything from zero to a hundred percent real quick.

You feel slightly taken aback by all of this, maybe you were all in your head, too far in your head perhaps with your thoughts. You bite your bottom lip and look away on to the side. “Okay…” you trail carefully. “I’m sorry. I guess i wasn’t thinking right.”

Haechan tilts his head and kissed your jawline and then your cheek afterwards. “You shouldn’t apologise either. You say sorry too often.” He smirks as you feel your cheeks growing back to a reddish shade. “I can’t help it…” you murmur.

He smirks and rests his head against your chest, he loves it when you’re being like this because it feels like you both are getting closer. He rubs your hips and you feel the need to lean in and press even harder on his lap. He lets out a soft groan and warningly looks up. “Maybe… i should show you what your beautiful body does to me.” He said now looking up at you Suggestively.

You feel your face glowing with anticipation at the idea. Somehow, you like the sound of that.

Haechan is about to show you why you’re so Beautiful, and he is going to make sure you will never forget this.

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slut4slytherinss · 4 months

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Labyrinth

Pt. 1 - Gold Rush

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Summary: reader finds herself falling in love, hard, for Mattheo not long after she broke her own heart over him. Initially convinced that she will never recover from her pain that he caused, she marvels at how she finds comfort in the boy that hurt her.

1,470 words

Warnings: cursing, basically the same as pt.1 minus the angst, so much cheesiness it’s gross, lovey dovey!mattheo bc I’m extremely soft, sort of angsty but in a beautiful way, these aren’t even warnings atp, the other students being jealous cunts, possible references to books or movies, Regulus is STILL dead (wdym he’s literally in bed beside me rn), Dorothea being kind of rude (dw my girl is still your bestie), Drastoria(to all you Drarry shippers I’m sorry), mention of ronmione, slight rush and basically no plot, SUPER FUCKING SHORT IM SORRY😞

2nd person pov

Hufflepuff prefect reader

Female reader

“It only hurts this much right now.” Was what I was thinking the whole time.

You walk down the hallway aside Mattheo, fingers intertwined. You agreed to try it out and it’s lasted a month, but that doesn’t stop everyone in the castle from starting rumors. He traces circles on the back of your hand with his thumbnail, in a comforting manner, he leans in to whisper in your ear “Let’s go back to my dorm, okay?” You nod. You two go to his dorm a lot, not to hook up, you haven’t had sex since the party, his dorm is like a safe space — and his friends are fucking awesome. You’ve barely even told Dorothea what your relationship has been like, becoming closer and closer with the Slytherins.

When you get into his dorm you take your robe off, leaving you in your white button-up, skirt that rests appropriately at your knees, calf high socks and black Doc Martens. Mattheo places your robe gently atop a chair next to his desk before taking his own robe off and kicking his shoes off. “Lay with me, love?” He asks sweetly which causes you to roll your eyes, but oblige. You lie next to him in the bed, just talking. That’s all you two ever do lately, though, it gives you a fair bit of anxiety — trusting him with your secrets. It terrifies you, actually. You need to just—

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. I’ll be getting over you, my whole life.

Seriously. He’s unforgettable. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to ease your nerves. Mattheo must feel how tense you are because he begins to trace stars on your back, it’s his little form of comfort. I’ve never been good at that, he’d told you once. Which seems like total bullshit because he always manages to calm you, or at least make you forget about your issues for a while. That also scares you, the fact he can make you want to cry, strangle him, and yourself, but also smile, laugh, hug him. Terrifies you. No one has ever impacted you this much. Everything is moving so fast, but Mattheo is there with you, along for the ride.

You know how scared I am of elevators. Never trust it if it rises fast, it can’t last.

You walk into your dorm, laying down on your bed and dropping your bag on the floor. You quickly turn over when you hear Dorothea’s voice “Look who’s finally home.” She says in an annoyed tone. “Dor? What are you doing in here?” You sit up, she looks at you with raised brows and crossed arms. “Really? You start dating Mattheo Riddle, leave me alone for weeks, get new friends and you’re asking me why I’m here?” You swallow, “You told me you’d get over him, you lied to me.” “Dorothea, c’mon, this is like—like a trial, to see if we’re good together, he’s really sweet.” You try to justify your actions “He’s Mattheo Riddle!” She whispers aggressively, shaking her head. “He’s my boyfriend!” You spit out, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. Dorothea visibly flinches, “What?” “He’s—he’s my boyfriend,” you repeat, more confidently. “You just said that the relationship was a trial.” “Well it is, but he’s still my boyfriend. Mine. So stop trying to criticize him and me simply because I care for him.” You breathe out that last part “You care for him?” She asks with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, I care for him. It’s not like—I’m in love with him or something, I just care.” You say quickly. You’re not in love with him. You can’t be, right?

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

The day after your interaction with Dorothea is, odd, to say the least. You sit outside in the courtyard, leaning against a tree, you’ve been avoiding Mattheo like the plague ever since your revelation. This whole things just feels so—raw. But of course he found you.

It only feels this raw right now, lost in the labyrinth of my mind.

“Hey,” he gives you a small smile. “Hi.” You reply, he sits down next to you. “I haven’t seen you all day, you avoiding me?” That causes you to laugh—and also tell the truth with a few nods. “Yeah, yeah I have.” He tilts his head but doesn’t seem upset in the slightest. “Why’s that?” “Well—um,” you try to get the words out but they seem a little stuck. “It’s okay, take your time.” He brings his hand down to hold yours, tracing gentle circles on your palm. You smile and lean your head on his shoulder. “I care about you, Mattheo.” You admit. He grins, really grins. “I care about you too.” The boy says, “Really?” He nods “Always have,” he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear, “always will.” His whisper is like a secret for only you to hear, a promise that will never be broke, a sacred oath.

Break up, break free, break through, break down. You would break your back to make me break a smile.

“Boys!” You call out in a sing-song voice, “I’ve brought sweets!” They got in trouble for talking too loudly during class and were removed from this weeks Hogsmeade weekend, you decided to buy them some sweets. Blaise is the first to you, “Thank Merlin, Y/n!” He snatches a bag from you as you giggle. You toss some sweets onto Draco’s bed as all the boys thank you, Mattheo stands up and wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek. That action causes all the others to groan and tell you to “Get a room.” Pansy and Astoria walk into the room, talking animatedly, Astoria sits on Draco’s bed beside him, tossing bags of clothes at him, “I’ve got you a new suit.” He grins and kisses the side of her neck in thanks. “Y/n! You totally missed it,” Pansy exclaims, practically shoving Mattheo off of you to lock her arm onto yours. “We caught Weasley and Granger snogging in the bathrooms at Three Broomsticks!” You giggle at her words and sit down on Mattheo’s bed with her, “Seriously? You steal my girlfriend and now my bed?” He asks Pansy, in a mock-offended way, she sticks her tongue out at him. “C’est la vie.” Blaise shrugs with a smirk playing at his lips as he eats the chocolate you gave him. “Speaking of that,” Theodore begins “how’s the sex Matt?” He teases, which causes you to blush and Mattheo to shove Theodore. “Shut it man, that’s so gross.” “Oh c’mon!” Astoria exclaims, “Y/n never tells us anything about it.” She shakes her head. “Maybe she doesn’t want to.” Mattheo defends you, you just stay silent. You tune them out, you just hate how everyone already wants you to be sleeping together. Why would you? It’s taken you long enough to call him your boyfriend, let alone touch him (approximately three weeks). Sure, you’ve hooked up before, but never as a couple. That act is supposed to be intimate with a person you care about. So why do it so soon? You’re taken away from your thoughts by the feel of Mattheo’s hand gripping yours.

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back. Just like that.

It’s now been around two months, officially dating, Dorothea has apologized and became friends with the Slytherin’s, it’s all perfect. Except, you and Mattheo still haven’t kissed nor done anything but cuddle and hold hands. You’re not sure why but the act feels too intimate, too scary for you. You’ve kissed lots of guys before—granted none were your boyfriend—but still. You can’t seriously be falling for him, right?

“Hey love,” Mattheo murmurs, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. “Did Dorothea let you in?” You question with a yawn, he just hums and nods, sitting next to you on your bed. “How’s my girl doing?” He asks, “Stressed and exhausted.” You reply as you trace your quill along the parchment “You’re seriously doing that extra credit essay?” “Yes, Mattheo, I am. I’m totally failing Slughorn’s class and he never lets us do shit like this for extra credit, I’m savoring it.” He chuckles and pulls you closer to him by your waist. “Just take a little break. For me?” You groan but end up giving in, leaning back against his chest. “You’re so lucky I lo—“ you cut yourself off quickly, immediately looking away from him. He stiffens, “You what?” He murmurs, you swallow. “Nothing, nothing important.” You say quickly. Mattheo desperately wants to change the subject so he just nods and looks forward.

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

After a few minutes of silence, Mattheo speaks again “What were you going to say?” He asks in a whisper, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hip bone. “It doesn’t matter.” You murmur, but Mattheo is quite persistent and asks again, you finally give in and mutter “I love you.” Which causes his breath to catch, I love you, those words shouldn’t be a big deal—you aren’t asking him to marry you or anything—but they are. He swallows before murmuring “Really?” To which you reply with a timid “Yes.” A slow smile creeps up on his face. “Well, I love you too.” You grin like an idiot, love, a silly thing to be obsessing over—but alas, you are.

Uh oh, I’m falling in love again. Oh no, I’m falling in love again. Oh, I’m falling in love. I thought the plane was going down how’d you turn it right around?

A/N: sorry this one was so short, I just wanted to end this on a sweet note.. sooooo yeah. And sorry for the wait lol🙈🙈

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celabi · 1 year

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Okay but how would scummy scara react when his darling is on the time of the month? Like would he take care of his darling well even if she screams and cries like a sweet boyfriend should or he's more the type "I can make it disappear for the next nine months Bae"? I'm just on those days and I'm in a lot of pain rn </3

-🌙

Scummy Scaramouche and the blood devil! (lol) ☆彡

Hope you feel better :( drink lots of water and rest!! <33

You could be screaming at the top of your lungs— kicking your legs and swinging your arms at him in frustration— and the only thing he will do is take it. He knows you don’t mean it, and it’s just your hormones taking over— so he doesn’t hold it against you at all, in fact, he holds nothing against you, because everything you do is automatically correct in his eyes amen 👍. No matter how many times you actually manage to land a hit on him, he’s not actually going to listen when you tell him to leave, because even if his poor body is begging for a break due to all of your uh, affection— he tells himself that you were obviously in more pain then he was, and how he should just toughen up for once and be a man, a man who could take care of his girlfriend and help her when she so very clearly needs it.

Tbh, he probably already knew what a period was before he met you. Duh, his mother has a girlfriend, and when she comes over, they talk so damn loud that Scaramouche might as well occasionally listen in and maybe learn something new. So he’s got the basics down; she bleeds from the vagina, it’s hurts like a cramp but worse, she will want lots of food and many stomach rubs, don’t make her angry. Yeah, he can do that no problem— so he comes over to your house not even five minutes after you send a text saying you need him. Uh, while yes, he may of misunderstood what you meant by that, that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave his sweet little girlfriend in pain as she rolls around on the floor, covering her stomach while whining for him to help her— so he gets right to it.

He’s quick to crouch down next to you and try to haul you up into his arms— and even though he’s not the strongest man in the world, he has no troubles doing so, before carrying you towards your bedroom and plopping you softly down onto your bed. He’ll fluff up your pillows and tuck you under the covers, a cute little kiss to your forehead before asking what kind of soup you would like— all while he’s flicking through channels on your television until he lands on your favourite show, a means to try and keep you occupied, and distract you from your aching cramps. Even though he cannot cook for shit, it’s be more meaningful to received a home cooked meal rather then some fast food take out, and soup really can’t be all that hard to make, right? I don’t know, he knows his mother has a hard time with it.

I think he enjoys rubbing your stomach more then you do. The feeling of his hands running all over your body, kneading at your warm and smooth skin— as well as the satisfied sounds you hum when he rubs over that one spot… he just can’t stop the way his chest races in excitement. It’s such a small little act of kindness, but he can’t help but feel accomplished by making you feel a little better then you did. He likes having you lay on his chest as he rubs circles onto your back, and stuffing his face into your hair while also trying to smooth you with sweet nothings. “You’re doing so good, baby, it’ll all be over soon.” (No it won’t, there’s 4 more days left but he doesn’t know that) “does it still hurt? Would you like me to run you a bath… i-I can join you, If you’d like.” (Pls say yes pls say yes pls say yes) “you won’t feel anything is you sleep.. so close your eyes, rest.” (You’re trying to, but he’s shuffling around and trying to constantly look at your face) (he thinks you look cute sleepy and wants to see) 😔

He hates seeing you in so much pain, so much so that he looked up on the internet if there was any methods out there that could permanently stop periods from visiting every month. The only thing that came up was pregnancy, and that was only for nine months… yeah, he blushed red from that and couldn’t stop the thoughts from running wild in his head. He wonders if maybe you were desperate enough to… no, he really shouldn’t be thinking like that. He’s young and broke, and babies are hard work… but, he thinks you would look so heavenly with a cute little baby bump… he also heard that being pregnant can make your breasts bigger….

“Uh, my love? If you’re really in so much pain, I have a solution… if you’re up for it.”

Scaramouche is a “what’s a warriors sword if not bloody” kind of man, you cannot change my mind 🤒 sorry

#🌙 anon #🍃 — drabbles ☆彡 #scummy scara :(#genshin impact x reader #Scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #x reader #x female reader #genshin impact

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emmyspov · 1 year

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Idk if your requests are open rn, but if they're not I apologize. I was wondering how you think The Fellowship would react to their youngest member (someone a little younger than Pippin, like around 20) being incredibly prone to injury but also having a really high pain tolerance. Like they keep falling off things and getting hurt but are just like "Don't fuss over me" and the others are just like hyperventilating because they're already like a little sibling to them so there is PANIC in this fellowship tonight

Source: I fell off a swingset and either severely bruised or fractured me hip :)

The Fellowship x clumsy!reader headcanons

author's note: first of all, i am so sorry it took me this long to answer this - life was just.. a lot and i was trying to stay afloat. then, i hope you are doing okay! and haven't hurt yourself more since you sent this in - please be careful & treat yourself gently 🩷 last but not least: i hope i was able to do you justice & you enjoy it :)

warnings: reader falling/stumbling/hitting their head/getting hurt in general, mention of blood, mention of food, please let me know if i forgot something!

word count: 1.6k

edit is mine, pics are from pinterest :)

Frodo: I think Frodo is actually the one who would understand you the best. I mean, he is the ring-bearer and everyone is always so worried about him and the quest and it’s understandable. I mean, he has a lot of responsibility. But sometimes, he feels a bit suffocated by the way everyone is fussing over him, wanting to keep him warm and well fed and safe. So, whenever something happens to you, he would give you some space first – waiting if you ask for help on your own. If you don’t, he’d make sure that you are not hurt. And then, he’d trust your answer. After all, you know your body and its limits best. If you say you are okay, he will simply focus on the quest again. If you do need help however, he will make sure to inform the others so you can get the help you need. Maybe this is something you could actually bond over. Because you’d treat him the same way – not like a baby, but like a friend.

Gandalf: Since you are the youngest of the group, he would feel very responsible for you. Not as much as Aragorn, but very close behind. Whenever you fall or hurt yourself, the wizard notices immediately. In an instant, he is by your side, helps you up and looks over you from head to toe, making sure you don’t have some big gashing wound or bones sticking out. Maybe I am wrong, but I do think, he would scold you a bit. “You really have to watch out”, “Eyes on the ground”, “Be careful”. But, all of these things mean that he cares. He just wants you to be safe and for you to come back in one piece. On the other hand, he is always quite surprised whenever you tell him that you aren’t really hurt. “Maybe it looks like I would be, but I can move my leg just fine – see?” And he would see. It’d take a few moments for you to convince him, but once you have, you will carry on with your journey as if nothing had happened. What you don’t notice is Gandalf eyeing you every once in a while, just to be really sure.

Merry: This hobbit is kind of used to chaos. I mean- he spends most of his time with Pippin. So, if you stumble and roll down some hill, the first thing he would do is laugh. I am talking a full on bending over, belly laugh. Until Gimli or Gandalf or, even worse, Aragorn slightly smack his shoulder before they are running after you, checking you for any injuries. Only then would he realize how dangerous this whole thing was and he’d follow everyone down to you. What he was not expecting however was to find you laughing. “Did I look cool?” Merry would stare at you for a moment before grinning at you, nodding. “Super cool. But are you hurt? Your arm has some scratches from all these twigs laying around.” You were able to stand up immediately, ignoring everyone’s wide eyes, and brushing off the dirt. “Nothing some water and Elrond’s ointment can’t fix.” You two got closer after this.

Pippin: First of all, he is SUPER glad that you, too, came along, because this way he is not the youngest of the group. Sure, he still has to deal with Gandalf’s annoyance at him, but he also has someone by his side who is also full of energy and curious and excited for the quest (at least in the beginning). But because he is the second youngest, he does feel a bit responsible for and protective over you. Like the older one of a pair of twins would. And since you hurt yourself a lot, he is constantly on his toes. Maybe you’d hold hands sometimes? Just so he can realize as early as possible that you’re gonna fall so he can at least try to buffer it. More often than not, it would also end in you two falling ON TOP of one another and that always ends in a fit of giggles. If you fall on your own though and it looked bad, Pippin would immediately call over Aragorn or Gandalf to help you, even when you say you’re fine because you’re his friend and he wants you to be okay.

Sam: Now we all know Sam is a mother hen through and through, even if he denies it. He is, understandably, mostly focused on Frodo and his well-being, but if something happens to you, he is one of the first to help, despite your protests. You stumbled? He will grab your hand and pull you up. Your hands got dirty and bloody from a fall? He will immediately offer his water bottle and help you clean off any dirt. And most importantly: at the end of the day or during breaks, he will carry over some food he cooked (and always an extra portion, too) even though you keep telling him that you can get it yourself and your ankle does not hurt, even if it might have looked like that earlier. “I just want to be sure, my friend. I don’t like the thought of you being in pain.” After a while, you start to accept his treatment.

Gimli: He is not up for discussions. You accidentally ran against a tree? Slipped while getting some water with him? He will not care for what you have to say about the amount of pain you are. You are the youngest of the group and have to be protected. So even if you vehemently try to make him understand that, yes, you might be bleeding a bit or yes, your wrist might be a little bit swollen, he would ignore you and instead call over the others to let them have a look at you. If they decided you were well enough to carry on, he would either carry your backpack (“Stop trying to take this away from me, I will take care of your belongings for now”) or sometimes even you - “Stop fussing around”, “No, you are not too heavy” and “I will carry you around until you are better.” Often times he knows that you would be well enough to walk by yourself, but it makes him feel needed when he can take care of you in some way.

Legolas: I feel like this can go two ways. Sometimes, when he is running in front of everyone else, he is kind of the last to notice whenever you hurt yourself. If he is with the group however, he will almost always be by your side or at least close to keep an eye on you. He likes to listen to you and Pippin talk since it fuels his inner child. One time, he was walking in front of you with Aragorn when you hit your head on a twig, resulting in a small cut on your forehead. You let out a yelp, more out of shock than anything else, but immediately the man and the elf turned around and ran to your aid. You tried to explain that you were fine, but Legolas seeing himself as a wood elf, was already on his way to find the closest stream to fetch some water to clean your wound. Aragorn was telling the others to take a short break when he returned and sat you down. “Stay still, my friend. Even if your cut doesn’t hurt now, it will later if we don’t treat it properly.” He only grinned when you mumbled something in return.

Boromir: Listen, Boromir has a little brother and a shitty father, he knows how to take care of someone while also respecting their boundaries and wishes. No matter how you hurt yourself, the first thing he will do is communicate clearly. Softly grabbing your shoulders, he makes you look at him and asks if you’re hurt or in any pain. If you answer no, he will ask if you need anything or anyone and if you also refuse that, he will make sure that everyone carries on with the journey. However, he will keep an eye on you, more or less secretly. And he will assist you with all the small things during the quest: rolling out your bedroll and placing it close to his own and the halflings’, sneaking you an extra blanket, making you sit close to the fire or refilling your water bottle without you having to ask. He has a soft spot for people younger than him and will never not watch out for you. Can you tell I have a soft spot for him?

Aragorn: Last but definitely not least, the Dúnedain. He is literally one of the best people to have around as a clumsy person - he has the experience from Elrond and the elves in general and knows his way around nature and the wild due to him being a ranger, so he knows how to take care of a wound. Heck, he had to do it to himself countless of times already. However, seeing you getting hurt so often makes his heart skip a beat every time and not in the good way. He worries about you, even if you claim to be fine. No matter how often you fall, stumble, bump against something or hurt yourself in any other way, he is by your side to take care of you. And he will care for you, no matter what you say. When you scraped your knees one time, Aragorn made you sit down on a log and cleaned your wounds before applying some of the ointment Elrond had given them before their departure. Only when he was sure that he had done everything he could, he would allow you to get back up and carry on. You would not get worse on his watch during this journey.

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grimbanes · 1 year

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My Soulmate is Capitalism. (Kaz Brekker x GN!Reader)

Summary: "Of course I believe in soulmates - I have met mine. Capitalism is my mistress and I lay with her every night, I hold her close and she sings me promises of riches beyond any man's dreams." OR after a successful heist, everybody celebrates but kaz chooses to sit with the reader and they have a funny conversation.

WC: 2k

Genre: crack fic. pre-relationship, coming to terms with feelings, the rest of the crows being funny. you/your pov. kaz might be a lil ooc. reader and kaz are besties with a lot of tension.

A/N: i wanted to write something light hearted because my notifs are blown up rn, but this is gonna be a first part or prologue leading to confessions within a day or two. so stay tuned, i hope you enjoy this because there's more to come for this one. i wanted to try something more dialogue heavy for once. i forgot how funny kaz could be but i was reading chapter 2 of SOC again and my god hes so funny.

TW: violence, usual six of crow warnings, kaz laughing.

“So you admit that you’re the thief?”

The young man in chains wanted to laugh, he really did. It wasn’t in his nature to laugh at idiocy - if he made a habit of it, he’d be laughing permanently and that seemed rather tiring.

“I’m a vigilante, of sorts,” He replied smoothly, adjusting the shackles on his hands from where he let them rest between his legs, being sure not to touch his bad leg even when both were chained to the rickety, barely held together chair he was perched upon.

“You gonna give it to the poor?”

“I am the poor,” Kaz said. He had to egg him on. His entire plan was resting on the fact that the Stadwatch were full of the most kruge hungry, lazy, arrogant fools to ever be shoved from the womb of Ketterdam’s damp streets.

It earned him a fist to the face, cracking down against his scarred cheekbone and he felt dizzy - recoiling from the rising tides that filled his tight lungs, daring to attempt to drag him under the murky, corpse riddled depths. It was only a moment of touch, but a moment enough that it numbed the pain that should be blossoming through the nerves in his face.

“Filthy street rat,” The guard scoffed at him, shaking his hand to evidently ease the pain from hitting him. Soft bastards.

“Street rat, urchin, pickpocket, they’re all the same. You can think of something better now, can’t you? Let me give you a hand: I prefer the term businessman, opportunist or even idealist, on a good day, ” The young man in chains taunted, leaning back into his seat and making himself comfortable, only the weight of rusting metal clamped around his bare skin giving him any discomfort.

He needed the officer closer. Just that little bit closer.

He didn’t miss the slight hobble in the guard’s right foot, or the consistent shaking in both of his hands. Perhaps he had skipped a meal or was otherwise unwell, either way, it posed an opportunity for him that had the young man scheming. Like any skilled thief, he could take himself out of his chains in mere seconds with the gentle caress of cool metal, a flick of the wrist and a soft praise, the lock would bend to his will and snap open, but not yet. With guard in his space, he could set the rest of the plan into motion and trust in his schemes to carry the others to do their part too.

The Stadwatch officer reached to fist his hair and Kaz braced himself, tongue in cheek and eyes locked on the hand reeling back and preparing to be delivered swiftly into his nose. A single second window was all he had. So he counted. He waited three seconds, inhale, exhale, inhale, and with a loud clink, his wrists were free. Kaz lowered himself down, arms shooting out to wrap around the officer’s hips and he hoisted himself up to his full height, the chains on his feet clattering away and he was dropping the officer onto his back with a heavy thud, dust filling the air in the dark room.

He didn’t hesitate to grab his cane from where it was left propped against the wall and raised it with a confident grip, the weighted head connecting with a sickening crack to the side of the man’s head. Exhale.

“Can’t have this tarnishing my perfect record,” Kaz mumbled, taking an uneven step back and leaning heavily onto his cane, stoney eyes scanning the surrounding room. It was dark out, possibly. Around four hours he’d been sitting with his eyes closed, counting every second and minute that passed, as he’d been stripped of his hat, coat, gloves and cane. He pushed his bare hand through his hair, away from his face. Right about now they should be-

The door threw open, and expecting Jesper, Kaz opened his mouth the mutter a threat about almost being late but instead, he was met with the one person who managed to make him hold his tongue. The one person who had him on his toes, who encouraged his behaviour, the only other person who knew what it was like to be raised by Ketterdam. You. With your mischievous smile, dirt smudged against your cheek and eyes sparkling at him with so much mirth that it had him wanting to return the pure joy you always seemed to radiate. You were always at your best when your pockets were full of trinkets that didn’t belong to you.

“Where’s Jesper?” Kaz inquired instead, stepping past you and out of the door and he didn’t even want to think on why the soft scent of morning dew flowers even managed to stay clung to you in dangerous jobs like this. He hobbled down the narrow corridor, leaning majority of his weight into his cane as his leg began to ache, the cold chill of the room set deep into the broken bone - he’d definitely been sat still for too long, it was nearly unbearable.

“Covering Wylan’s escape,” Your voice chimed from behind him, quiet steps masked in time with his own uneven gait. He eyed you from the corner of his alert eyes and he thought you were possibly the most addicting thing he had ever laid his eyes upon, even in dim light, in the face of danger, the possibility of death still thick in the suffocatingly stagnant air.

Kaz couldn’t find it within himself to be mad that Jesper had gone against his explicit orders to stick to the plan, no detours, no changes. That only meant that you had done your best to adapt to the change, to do your part and still come for him, and you had done it well - he figured he owed you a drink. Or a necklace. Or a bullet between your enemy’s eyes. Whatever he could do, he would do it for you, just to show he valued your set of skills in his arsenal. The entire plan rested on Jesper breaking Kaz out of interrogation before the Stadwatch completed the paperwork and locked him in a cell for Ghezen knew how long.

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You collapsed into your seat with a sigh, head tipped back and the sound of the bottle of whiskey was already being passed around, glasses clinking and the unshakable adrenaline remained buzzing under everybody’s skin. Another successful heist meant another fifteen thousand kruge in your coffers. You heard the seat beside you be dragged out and the smell of dark coffee flooding your senses, warming your sinuses. Your eyes flickered open in the warm lighting, falling upon the familiar figure that seemed to always be in your shadow as of late.

Kaz slid a cup and saucer your way, bitter dark coffee swirling in the fine china and you felt yourself ease a little more. He had a way about him that always left you feeling a little recharged - maybe it was the fact he always brought you a cup of coffee when he made himself one, always waking you up and giving you the illusion that it was him doing it. Clever, really, the sly bastard. You held onto the little plate with a smile, fingers hooking into the handle as Kaz sat himself beside you, cane rested against the table and his usual coat and hat abandoned somewhere in the club.

“Boss will have our heads for being in the club after hours, you know,” You teased.

“I am the boss,” Kaz muttered in retort, his usual eyebrow quirk present as he stared.

“Oh yes, of course, my apologies, Master Brekker,” You pressed, giving him a little nudge with your elbow and not missing the slight quirk of his own lips, barely present other than the way only one side of his mouth raised.

The young man rolled his blued hyacinth eyes in his usual manner, his entire being just screaming familiarity and you felt comfortable. At ease. Brekker could handle himself in a gunfight, a fist fight and any game of wit. His tongue was sharper than most knives, his words the coldest bullet to explode your brains against your own floorboards and that was a comforting thing in the Barrel.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” You found yourself asking, swirling the dark coffee in its cup between your hands, holding it close to your face and studying the young man beside you.

"Of course I believe in soulmates - I have met mine. Capitalism is my mistress and I lay with her every night, I hold her close and she sings me promises of riches beyond any man's dreams,” Kaz spoke with utter sincerity, sipping his own coffee and studying down at the manifest in front of him, pen in his other hand.

“Geels was right, you do only talk in metaphors,” You mumbled with clear disappointment, eyes cast upon your friends across the room as they drank their alcohol and made merry, celebrating the night’s events.

Beside you, Kaz stopped writing. In fact, he set his pen down altogether and a sigh left through his nose. You didn’t want to turn to look at him, didn’t want to show your disappointment - it was very rare you ever got a real answer from him, one that wasn’t a deflection or some mirror of the reputation he spent so long building. Sometimes, you just wanted a conversation but you knew choosing Kaz for that was foolish to begin with.

“As I said to Geels, that wasn’t a metaphor,” Kaz offered the truce, rather than submitting to his usual silence whenever he had upset someone.

“Is this your way of telling me that you quite literally sleep with money in your bed?” You asked, perplexed and turning your head to fully look at the Barrel Boss’ side profile.

“Yes.” Kaz sipped his coffee, leaned back in his seat and tapped a gloved finger against the surface of the table between you, “Thousands of kruge make my pillow and keep me warm in the night.”

And you laughed. You laughed louder than you ever had, hand slamming against the table and full body tipping forward, coffee set aside as you nearly choked on it. Kaz Brekker had told a joke and it was devastatingly funny, the deadpan delivery more than enough for you to be sent into a room filled with giggles. It had the others across the room staring at you with perplexity, glancing between both you and Kaz and you didn’t miss the way his body shook just that little bit, a hint of a laugh in his body language and smile hidden beneath the cup of coffee he was sipping on.

“You are so lucky that I adore you so much else I would be sticking a bullet through your brain right about now,” You giggled, miming firing a gun at him with your fingers and you snorted again, gripping onto the edge of the table.

“Careful voicing your affections so loud, one might think you’re being sincere,” Kaz’s smile seemed to shine in his eyes, leaning a little closer to your space and it set you off again, your hand slamming against your hand in an effort to stop your little outburst.

***

“They flirt with violence?” Nina dared question, whiskey in hand and staring at the exchange with confusion fused with joy, knowing damn well she could use this against the both of them in future. I mean really, who could adore anyone with a haircut that bad? She shook her head, utterly flummoxed.

“I don’t know what’s more unsettling, seeing Kaz smile or seeing Kaz make someone just as bad as him laugh like that,” Wylan shuddered, yet unable to look away.

“I think it's sweet. It really shows that there is somebody out there for everyone,” Inej smiled, eyes softening as she studied the exchange and holding her hand above her heart.

“Demjin made somebody laugh, I think we should take them both to a medik,” Matthias grumbled, earning himself a shove from Nina.

“Well I think-” Jesper dropped into his seat, leaning into where they had huddled inwards and grinned. “It’s creepy. I mean c'mon, imagine if anything happened between them. He’d go absolutely feral. It's so human.. I don’t like it.”

#crack fic #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #six of crows #grishaverse

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xhdream · 5 months

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who gives u subby vibes in xdh o.o

oh god my favorite question ♡ this is going to be a MESS i apologise in advance

jooyeon

this doesn’t even need introduction, he’s sooooo subby it hurts 😣 ok, i see him being a switch, but when he’s a sub he’s a SUB yk?? just say what you want he’ll do anything, and he’ll do it with his cock throbbing

let’s imagine it… i can see him dominating at first. the make out session is HEATED. he dominates you through kisses, through touching - his hands are everywhere all at once, trough dirty talk - he can’t shut up about how bad he needs you rn. then through oral, cause his favorite thing is face fucking >< he loves having you on your knees, while he thrusts deep inside your throat, talking about how good he’s giving it to you, however then the switch happens! it’s like something unlocks in him and suddenly he’s pleading you to ride him, and cream all over his cock. another thing he loves abt this is that when you’re on top you use his body in all sorts of ways - you fuck him, you give him kisses, you give his mouth something to suck on, you bite his neck, you tug his hair, you allow him to have a great view of your body, and that makes him see literal stars. you can grip his neck a little if you’re into that

this is the moment you can get really nasty if you want, making him beg, not allowing him to cum, overstimulating him… he’s gonna be a whining mess, SO LOUD ohmygod, mock him for being so whiny, tell him everyone’s gonna hear how weak & desperate he is, deep down he’s having a great time

for jooyeon, when he switches it’s like he is giving his own power over to you? not sure how to explain it i hope you see my point

gunil

tough on the outside, but surprisingly can be subby on the inside!! something about sub gunil makes me so weak i cannot think straight. just the idea of having gunil submissive to you, knowing he can literally fuck your brains out in a headlock with those muscled arms… 🤐 it’s also something about the leader energy in him

anyways, i see him also a switch with the difference that he’s mostly dom… i feel like it really depends on his mood 😮‍💨 if he’s had a long day, he will lay down letting you do whatever you want to him, allowing you to be more creative if you want ~ and then for the rest of the week you’re his sex doll yk?

i feel like he’s into overstimulation - giving & rec - he’s good with baring the pain and honestly if you’re having fun, then he’s having fun too, it’s important for him to do the things you want to do 🥹 i can also see him chuckling while you tie him up or cover up his eyes, pinch & bite his nipples - the thing is he simply gets turned on by seeing how excited you get to play with him and his body, and he really cares abt fulfilling your needs, so he doesn’t mind repressing his desires from time to time

junhan

subsubsub! and when i say that i don’t mean he doesn’t have a dom side to him, he does take control from time to time too, probably 👀 but junhan is the type of sub that you can go all out with

KINKY, ok! tell him something you wanna try, he’s already thought of trying it way before you. he has fantasies that you’re gonna have so much fun playing out it’s mind blowing. no public play tho, just the two of you in the bedroom with you on top, watching him melt under your control

i also have a feeling that by being a sub junhan also feels useful, it’s important for him that you share this trust with each other, and he’s able to fulfill your needs and services, while on the other hand you get so turned on by seeing him being so in love with you, cause he really needs real connection in order to be submissive, fully letting go of his control ~

ugh i can see him doing so many things for you - roleplay, filming stuff, bondage, dropping to the floor to eat you out with his hands behind his back when he’s allowed only to dry hump, letting you jerk him off till he pass out, the list goes on…

#can’t shut up about this #💌: xhdream inbox #xdinary heroes smut #xdh smut #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #jooyeon hard thoughts #gunil hard thoughts #junhan hard thoughts #hyeongjun hard thoughts #jooyeon smut #gunil smut #junhan smut

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cleewii · 1 year

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WE’VE GROWN TIRED

pairing: levi ackerman x fem!afabreader

rating: m for mature

warning (s): 18+ content, grief, death, angst, mentions of gore, unhealthy coping mechanisms, sub levi, dom reader, badly edited, hurt/comfort???

word count: 2.5K

note: i’m prolly gonna regret posting this as it is right now since i had bigger ideas for it, but it’s been sitting in my notes app for almost a year and i figure it’s decent enough as is. levi ,the loml, one day i’ll pump out an actual full length fic for you instead of this lil blurb of emotionally driven p*rn 💕

I do not permit the reposting/reuploading of my work on any platform. i do not allow the use of my work for other forms of entertainment. not even with credit

days had been spent accompanied by sleepless nights where the recollection of rain slicked fields filled his head. crimson poured across blades of grass like a grizzly wash of watercolor paint, dribbling down into the earth, which he could still taste on tounge. gritty and suffocating. He always wakes from these dreams as though he’d been pulled out of water, drinking in air like he’s been starved of it.

he has no time to dwell on the past. the sun creeps into the morning, and soon enough he’s pulling on his uniform and tightening belts into their buckles. new assignments drone on in the background of his mind, and he works like he’s on autopilot. even when the muscles in his arms and legs begin to ache, and his bones scream within the confines of his body, he does not stop, for at least that can distract him from the emptiness of the seats beside him in the mess halls, and the harrowing silence that fills the dusk.

he’s come outside to the fields to check on the stables when he’s met with a curious sight.

a stone, large and erroded, has been placed a few feet away from the grouped cavalry. blossoms decorate the space in front of it, filling the grass with shades of yellow, red, and purple, and what’s most curious of all is the girl that sits in front of it. between her fingers she twirls the thin stem of a white flower—her mind must be heavily preoccupied because she hasn’t noticed that the fibers holding the stem together have gone bruisy—the petals beginning to wilt in her hold.

she’s muttering to herself, words he can’t quite catch and doesn’t care enough to try, but it’s then that he realizes she looks familiar. that familiarity brings a memory he wishes he could wipe away from the world.

you, the girl who had cradled isabels remains, tears melding with the rain pouring down unto the gore. you’d wrapped her up with the cloak off your back, and carried her all the way back to base. the sight had sickened him in the moment, just knowing that lifeless eyes and a carcass lay rotting away beneath that bone white insignia brought acid to his tounge, but he’d said nothing, even if he wanted to yell and scream, because what on earth could a stranger want with the remains of his family? what could you possibly hope to achieve by lugging grief with you like a medal? he swallowed down the rage, and looked ahead. he never saw you again after that day, but here you are now.

he’s come close enough now to slightly make out your words, and it’s when her name slips from your tounge that you have his full attention.

“wish you could see it, isabel. m’sure you would’ve loved it….”

“what could you possibly know about what she’d love?”

the words come out of his mouth before he realizes it.

they’re bitter, angry, a sort of rage you’d spot in a wounded animal, and he looks at you as though he could pour all of his pain into you and your borrowed grief and be done with it all.

“I…” The words don’t seem to make their way past your lips. you’re stuck staring between the cold sharpness of his eyes and the empty space beside his head, flickering back and fourth like you could somehow find the words written in the air.

What you want to say is that you’re sorry.

Sorry for everything he must be feeling, sorry for the loss that life has dealt him, sorry that you had to remind him of it all. But then you realized he may be sick of the sorry’s, and then you think you want to tell him that she loved him, and you had understood that completely, even though you’d only been apart of her life for a small, precious fragment of time.

You want to tell him all of these things, even if it might make him hate you, even if it makes you hate yourself, and yet, you sit in silence. Mouth pressed thinly, eyes glossy, as though choking on your own shame.

He stomps away before the courage to respond finds you, the words dying on your tounge, and you’re left to mourn alone.

***

It’s funny, now that he thinks about. How cold and cruel your beginning was. So different, a drastic change from the exchanges the two of you would find yourselves in now.

over time he’d see more and more of you. No longer a ghost painted in grief, or a little girl crying for her friend in the mud. You’ve grown, matured into a soldier, evident by the scars in your skin, the hardened look in your eyes, and the tears that no longer come.

As much as he fought against it, he found himself drawn to you. Maybe it’s because you knew about a small part of himself, and loved her enough to honor her when he couldn’t. Maybe it’s because you fought to wedge yourself into his life, forcing him to know you, down to the atoms of your being, the endless secession of thoughts in your mind—so far and so long he had to wander the planes of your existence. Somewhere along that journey, he found himself pushing forward without your hand to guide him. He began to wonder, and soon enough he began to long, and finally, when the tension grew so thick you could cut through it with a blade, you confronted him with secrets he’d been harboring, and returned them with your own.

It’s safe to say you’ve become much more than the girl at the grave, wearing your insignia of bones.

hushed and hurried, you’re frantic in stealing away his every breath. swallowing down his frustration and yearning to take all of him for yourself, no longer reserved and eager to take up as little space in his life as possible. now, you take from him what you will and want, however much of him you can in the few minutes time allows you.

try as you might, time is an unmerciful lord.

When flowers bloom, beautiful and bright, filling the world with a spectrum of color after such bitter cold, it is hope for the future. Hope that no violent winter will fall upon the life that has sprouted, but this hope is short lived, and eventually, the clouds thicken, the world sinks into gray, and we are forced to birth anew. time holds the earth in its monstrous hands, and the joy the two of you find is picked at, threatened to be wrenched away once things have finally begun to brighten.

***

“i think there’s going to be a storm.” You glare at the darkening sky, fingers digging at the thin cotton of your shirt.

“that so?” Levi keeps his eyes on the stack of paperwork before him, the warm glow of the candle at his desk illuminating the parchment. the weather had been calm only moments ago, just before the two of your retired into his office. the pot of tea at his side is still warm.

“a bad one,” you turn. your eyes linger on his form and the shadows waltzing on the wall behind him.

his looks up. his lips pressing into a fine line.

***

It’s a shame that the light-hearted days are gone.

back then, it wasn’t all about saving the world. back then, losing didn’t mean the fall of humanity. nothing changes the weight of loss, grief continues to sit within levi’s heart like a cancer, and no matter the stakes, it’s a tumor that will never disappear, but there was a vision within it. the desperation for answers to impossible questions, there was a rhythm to it all. It made sense, and as much as he hated to admit it, the predictability was something he appreciated.

But that’s gone now.

the world has twisted itself into an unforeseeable monster, and he rides its back hoping it won’t shake him off and leave him in the dust. the day he lost his entire team was the first sign that something was coming—that the good old days were gone. long gone.

how he wishes it were the good old days again.

***

the first time you kill another person, he’s right there beside you.

he can tell that you’re scared, a fear he’s been familiar with for years, and one he could only hope, try, and then fail to shield you from. he’d never been the type to try and evade weakness, not for himself or anybody else, but for you, he’d pray to whatever god was out there that you’d never know that type of pain. even if pain made you stronger, even if it was what made you the person you were now.

***

shakey hands grasp at the plackets of his shirt, fumbling with buttons and boutonnières, almost tearing the fabric in the process.

“hey,” he takes your hand in his, pulling them away despite the way you huff. “you need to calm down.”

your shoulders rise and fall clumsily with the weight of your breaths. you’d been trying so hard to stomach down the guilt—forcing a mask of cold determined stoicism in the hopes of putting your subordinates at ease. turns out, you could handle stone hearted objectivity as well as directing your blades towards another human being.

the grip he has on your hands is so gentle you could crumble. i don’t deserve it, comes the thought, and as hard as you try to wipe it away, that voice comes to you as violently as it had long ago. your unable to meet his eyes, scared he’d see the way you’re slipping, and you know all that awaits you is the worry you wish he didn’t have to deal with.

“i’m sorry,” you murmur, letting the fabric of his shirt fall from your hands. “i….im just—“

“scared. i know.”

“this is so hard, levi. i cant….” you swallow. “i dont want to keep watching it happen.” he knows what you mean without you having to explain it. he knows that weight on your shoulders, the pit in your stomach, the ache in your bones. he knows it because he’s felt it time and time again.

“i’m so tired,” your head falls against his shoulder. his hand reaches to cup the back of your head, silent as you sniffle against him.

“i know…”

***

you’re still upset; it’s present in the way you offer no words, just the sound of breathing and soft moans between the two of you.

your skin is hot against his, lips selfish with the need to kiss him again and again. You take what you want and he lets you—gives it all to you.

the undertones of frustration and anger linger in the air, neither directed at either party but still present nonetheless. it was bound to happen, with how shitty the past few days have been. the everyday had managed to leech itself into a moment where it shouldn’t have been allowed to, and the thought makes Levi sick.

not here, not now, and never with you.

“slow down….” he groans when your hips grow to a rather brutal pace.

“too much for you?“ there’s a halfheartedness to your voice. your lips brush against his ear and he can’t help but groan with it. disregarding the bite to your words, you do listen to him and slow to a steady grind, quelling the burn in your muscles while you sigh with the warmth he brings.

his hands drag from your thigh up to the flesh of your hips, thumbs digging into the divit where your skin creases with soft affection. savoring the moment, he thinks. savoring time, and nights of peace, and you. he drinks in your expressions, the curves and hard lines of your body, the softness of your skin beneath his touch, and the rise and fall of your chest that follows with every breath. his nose traces your throat, shivering as your hand follows up the back of his head and lays pressed against his cheek. “just want to make this last. don’t be a brat.” he murmurs, letting his lips feather across the skin of your jugular. “take it slow with me…”

you hum in response, and feel the aggression and frustration melt out of you. yes, there wasn’t room for any of that. never when it was just the two of you. the rest of the world, and the realities beyond your closed bedroom door falls upon deaf ears as the two of you meld into bliss.

for the first time in so long, you can feel the ache leave, and you invite him to take its place for however long he’ll allow.

if he had any say it in, he’d do it for the rest of your lives.

Your name passes through his lips as a breathless whisper, his fingers digging deeper into your skin.

“Hold on just a sec, honey.” you press kisses to the sides of his face. “M’almost there, too”

He buries himself into your neck, swallowing down a hiss when you speed up just a bit.

Fuck. You were gonna be the death of him.

“Oh, Levi,” Your fingers pull at his hair, “Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

His eyes go a bit glossy; a pretty sheen washing over his steel eyes as he lets you overcome his each and every sense. You. You. You. In every crevice of his mind he finds you, and when he pulls himself back into your arms the words come tumbling out.

“Love you…”

You trace a soft touch up the nape of his neck, letting your fingers find the soft fuzz of his undercut with a grin. “What was that?”

“I love you.” His voice breaks off a bit, feathering into a breathy groan.

“I love you too,” You kiss just below his ear, then press another to his throat, and then finally catch his lips with your own. “so much.”

maybe that’s what does it; the driving force behind the snapped knot, the crescendo in the pit of his stomach, so sharp and so hard, soothing over his bones with warm sweet nothings. He throws his head back with a broken moan as it washes over him, painting the feeling of your throbbing cunt into memory as he fills you up, so sweet and tight.

a small voice in his head tells him that was a bad idea, that he should’ve been more careful, but the weight of you in his arms, your soft mouth pressing rosette kisses to his skin forces that voice away.

it takes a minute before he finds his own. “feel better?”

“yeah,” you breathe, “much better.”

“good.”

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #clee’s.writing #attack on titan fic #sub!levi #sub!levi ackerman #dom!reader #clee.r18

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heyyy basically

i’m feeling absolutely shit rn bc i’ve worked myself into an utter state (god i’m praying i don’t faint after my exam and nullify it) so like what better to do than to come up with a brainrot

just imagine, it’s fragile! reader and they’ve got an upcoming assessment, biggest of the semester but fuck they just can’t study. their headaches are debilitating and constant but they push through anyways because god they need to get that score. they can’t fall behind now. and dottores been watching you all day, he knows he can’t get in your way, you were practically unstoppable; it was one of the things that drew him to you in the first place. but rn? god rn seeing you like this planted a strange feeling in his cold excuse of a heart and he knew he couldn’t just leave you like this. without a word, he saunters over, and gently pries the quill from your hands, you protest but you haven’t the energy for much more really and so you let him. you let him guide you to the bed and you let him lay you down and slip in next to you. he wasn’t a man who thought much of ‘cuddles’ or whatever the hell you called it. yet he wraps his arms around you, gentle yet so firm you’d think a breeze could snatch you away. yet he cradles a hand behind your head and runs his fingers through your tresses, combing out knots, combing out stress. yet he presses you against him and lets the unspoken reassurances flow onto you through the way he pulls you under his sanctity. ‘don’t break yourself’ whispered his fingers as they traced meaningless alchemical symbols on your skin. ‘you’re perfect the way you are, you don’t need to do this’ reassured the proximity between the two of you. the only word that was vocalised between in the quiet sanctuary was your name. there it hung, palpable and present in the air. and nothing more was needed to be said

LOL SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG, can u tell i’m dying for comfort rn 😭

HOPE THAG MAKES IP FOR MY ABSENCE LMAOO

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🌕 ANON?? THAT FIRST SENTENCE IS VERY ALARMING PLEASE REST??? Studying and working are important but you and your wellbeing are more important 💖 Balance is key, please make sure to relax 😔 But the brain rot? *chef kiss*

If you had the energy to, you'd laugh at how poor your situation was. This... mysterious illness of yours just had to appear when finals were right around the corner. If it was just a cold or a slight fever, you could have worked through it, just as you had many times before, but this pain was unlike any you ever had endured. But anyway, surely you could get through this. It was only a few more days, and you absolutely had to do good. Especially since this professor was notorious for his long and complicated exams. Especially because you couldn't bear to think what would happen if you fell behind. What Zandik would think of you.

You could always tell when Zandik was looking at you because anyone really could feel the piercing stare he gave off. You two studied in the same room but in different spaces for maximum concentration and organization. You used to ask him questions and such but you've been far too quiet now for his liking after since you became sick. And while he does admire how perseverant you are to knowledge, he does not enjoy forcing you to go to sleep or watching you barely touch your food while studying. Even he has to acknowledge the limitations of humanity. No human can properly function like this.

The silence he used to crave becomes unsettling, and he shall tolerate it no more. You don't even notice him coming up behind you, thinking he's too focused on his own stuff, so when your pen is plucked from you rather easily you're surprised for a good few seconds. You're opening your mouth to protest but the words don't come out when you see the expression on your lover's face. Zandik gives you a look that you have only seen a few times but understands well - the one where he will have his way, he won't take no for an answer.

So when he pulls you from your desk and lays you on the bed, you can't help but mutter some grumbles as to how you were perfectly fine, and he did this kind of stuff before so why couldn't you do it, which he promptly shuts you up with a flick to the forehead and soft blankets. He doesn't verbalize it but it's because you are clearly tired and sick. You are sick with something he doesn't understand for once in his life and he cannot seem to find any kind of information or research or anything whether it was from hundreds of years ago to a few. And you are pushing yourself through it with no knowledge of the consequences, and no knowledge means no predictability. And then means there is uncertainty which he does not like when it comes to you. For once, he is unsure. Zandik does not enjoy that feeling.

When he initiates the act of cuddling you are surprised but do not question or tease him for once, as comfort was what you desired the most now. Your senses were all hazy from the onslaught of illness and studying and he was being so un-Zandik-like but you lived for moments like these. Your brain had trouble processing his movements but he was doing all the things you enjoyed, fuzziness and heat warming your body. You could make out the lines being drawn on your body, a habit he tended to do unconsciously. The rubbing of your skin in the sore places from studying nonstop. No words needed to be said. Zandik wasn't very adept with flowery words anyway, and you preferred it that way. This meant more than words could convey, and you fell asleep quickly in your beloved's arms.

Zandik looked at you, completely knocked out with not-so-subtle eyebags. Your painfully weak grasp on his shirt. You were far smarter than what a test said anyway. He himself knew that for sure. Maybe that final of yours will be postponed. Better yet, canceled. He'll see what he can do.

Whenever I'm in Sumeru I'm always reminded of how I'd NEVER EVER join the Akademiya because of how hellish it seems, so much work and years to graduate, too much thinking, way too many smart people there who would talk circles around me, uniform, studying, failing, no sleep, and then there are students like Layla barely surviving 😭 I have no talent but sign me up for theater 🙏

Anyway... I appreciate all short and long brain rots, they're so 🥰 I wish I could provide more comfort but... *hugs you* <33

#smooches talks #🌕 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #this was delicious bUT PLEASE DONT OVERWORK YRSELF 😭😭😭#as a student i can relate bUT!!!!#youve clearly worked so hard and youre going to do great 💖#TAKE A BREAK AND REST OTHERWISE...

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