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1975iliwys · 2 days

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Medicine // Ross Macdonald x Reader

a/n: I’m on my period, I’m in pain and I NEED ROSS

PURE FLUFF and a lot of period pain

04:18. You groan quietly as you look at the clock. You just want one night of rest. But your period pain is making sure you won’t get that.

Ross is holding you close, spooning you with his arms draped around your body. His right hand is resting on your lower stomach, having the same function as a heating pad.

Last night you had difficulties falling asleep and Ross knew and he also knew that his warmth had helped you in the past. Unfortunately as every medicine and tools to make you feel better, it stops eventually. So Ross’ touch lasted from 10pm until now. Now you’re just in pain and you can’t lay still anymore.

You slowly swoop out of Ross arms and move to the end of the bed. The windows are closed, but the curtains are open. Since the weather is shit again, not much light goes through anyway.

No matter what weather though, Ross always sleeps without a shirt. His body full on display you stand there and admire him until the pain knocks you out of your dreamy state.

You move to the bathroom, brush your teeth, change into different cozy clothes and then make your way to the kitchen. You’re in discomfort and you hope a decent amount of water will change that.

It’s not uncommon that you can’t stand for a long time, sit or lay down because everything hurts in every position. So you squat down and let your head fall between your hands. You get drowsy again and you think that you might fall asleep in this position until you feel a hand on your back. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

You keep your position, but you lift your head to look at the sleepy man in front of you. You shrug, “I couldn’t sleep anymore and everything hurts.” Ross rubs his eyes and takes the glass of water from your hands until he takes your hands and makes you stand up.

“And instead of waking me, you spend time on the kitchen floor?” He asks ironically and nudges your nose with his. “Shouldn’t be doing that, ‘s daft.” His eyes are genuine and you know he wouldn’t mind if you wake him up, but still, you know he needs his sleep as well.

You give him a smile which is replaced by a hiss when you feel like your body is going to explode. Ross rubs your lower back, knowing pain is spreading in that area as well. “Take advil yet?”

You rest your head on his shoulder and shake your head against it. Ross feels the movement and he really wants you to take it but he gives you a moment and preps your cheek with kisses.

“C’mon love, bed or couch?” His hands find your waist and he moves you back so you’re forced to look into his eyes, and forced to give him an answer.

“Couch,” you mumble and he nods. Everything in your face signalizes that your in pain and the heaviness of your eyes make it very clear that you’re tired. Through all the heaviness your hands find Ross’ beard as you pull him close and give him a soft kiss.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, I’ll prep everything for you. You want a hot-water bottle or another heat patch?” You tell him a hot-water bottle would be great and he gives you another quick kiss, then filling up the kettle with water.

You make your way into the living room, spread out the blankets and pillows, then covering yourself under them. “Don’t fall asleep just yet alright? Here.” Instead of handing you the advil, he’s telling you to ‘open up’. He’s taking care of you by not even letting you hold your own glass of water and it makes your heart flutter.

“Thank you Ross,” His perfect brown eyes are staring down at you with nothing but affection as a crooked smile fills his face. Even when it’s almost 5 am he loves to take care of you and you love him even more for that.

“Course, hate those bloody cramps as much as you do,” his hand travels from your cheek to your forehead, feeling your temperature. He doesn’t say anything, which means you’re not burning up.

The tea kettle starts to ring and Ross excuses himself, “hold on darlin, keep those eyes open ‘right,” he chuckles as he goes to finish up the hot-water bottle.

Meanwhile you cuss under your breath, hoping that the pain meds will eventually start to have an effect. You curl your legs up and try to find a comfortable position but it’s hard and you feel like you can’t breathe. You sit up and lean against the couch, tears already forming, because of the tiredness.

Ross comes into the living room and settles down next to you. He put the bottle on to the table at first, then he puts his arms under your knees to lift you onto his lap, sideways, so you can rest your head in the crook of his neck. This way he can rub your back and you can have the bottle on your stomach.

“What do you need love?” He asks as he wipes your tears with his thumb, “you tell me anything and I’ll give it to you.”

“It just hurts so bad Ross,” you murmured softy, his hands still cradling your face.

“I know,” he breathes out your name as a kind gesture, “ it’s shit.” He says, which makes you chuckle a bit against him. His british accent makes swearing funnier then it is.

He continues to hold you as wave after wave of your period pain came and went. You let your head fall against him again, closing your eyes as you focus on his breathing. “You’re doing amazing love,” he fills the silence with praises as he preps kisses to your forehead every once in a while.

It’s not long until the advil is finally working, the heat is radiating on your stomach and Ross massaging your back muscles, which help you fall into a slumber again. When Ross is sure you’re asleep, he lays you down on your back, then he cleans up for a bit before settling next to you again. One hand is holding the heating bottle to your stomach, while the other is brushing hair off of your face.

He gives you a couple of kisses until he falls asleep again as well.

It’s 9 when you wake up again, Ross still asleep next to you. Your pain level is better, bearable this time. You put the bottle on the table before you roll onto your side, facing Ross.

You kiss his right cheek, then the left, his forehead, his nose and then his lips. His lips forming a smile after suppressing a yawn. “Feelin’ any better?” He asks and you nod even though you’re sure he can’t see you because his eyes are still closed.

“Much. Thank you Ross, really,” you love on him, “I’m sure I would be dead without you.” He laughs and pulls you closer by letting your back find his arm.

“Anything for you, glad you’re better.” He trails kisses down your neck until his lips finally finds yours. “I love you.”

You melt right then and there, “I love you.”

It takes some time until you finally get up and get ready just to spend your day cuddled up on the couch, watching movies.

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think0fmehigh · 5 months

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best mates

i got two boyfriend’s and they best friends (yah) !

matty healy x george daniel x female reader

a drunken confession leads to one of the best nights of your life.

warnings: 18+ (mdni), threesome m/m/f, dom!matty, dom!george, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise, degradation, choking, spanking, masturbation, sir kink, soooo much filth

wc: 2476

while you were drunk one night, clinging to matty in the backseat of a taxi, you accidentally let a deep secret slip — admitting just how hot you think it would be if another guy joined your late night fun. having someone watch him plow into you, someone touching you at the same time he is. you’ve never had the courage to tell him sober, assuming the implication of wanting a third might hurt his massive ego. oh, how wrong you were.

something dark ignites in his brown eyes.

his lips part as he stares at your face, equally as drunk, then they curve up into a grin. “yeah, sweetheart? anyone that you’re thinkin’ in particular?” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and leans down to kiss your neck. the taxi driver knew better than to look at the scene behind him.

you let out a mix of a giggle and a moan. “george.”

he lets out a soft groan against your skin. “you fancy george, huh? so naughty, thinking about my best mate like that…fuck.”

“judging by your reaction, i don’t think your thoughts are very far off from mine...” he lifts his head out of your neck and presses his lips to yours quickly, trying to shut you up. your head is floaty, you’re practically not even on earth.

he kisses your nose next. “don’t push your luck, princess.”

his words ring in your head now, as you sit on the edge of you and matty’s shared bed, cunt aching in anticipation as you watch the door. this is nothing like anything you’ve done before. a fantasy you never thought would leave the confines of your mind.

matty discussed the drunken slip-up again a few nights ago, wanting to know if you still wanted to play with the idea. you, eager as ever, reinstated your fantasies to him, making his cock strain against his pants with every word. the conversation ended with him fucking you over the side of the couch, so you know he's very keen on the idea as well.

george is downstairs with him, you’re not sure exactly what matty said or how he convinced him, but he’s here tonight — ready to help ruin his best friend’s girlfriend. fuck, you’re excited.

you were told to wait in the bedroom for them. matty asked you to be a good girl, show george just how well-behaved you are. and that you will.

a few minutes later, you hear familiar voices approach the door. you watch as it opens, revealing matty and george. your boyfriend is already grinning at you as he walks in, taking a seat next to you on the bed. george shuts the door behind him, looking just as enamored by the sight of your obedience.

“such a good girl, my love.” he wraps his arm around you and kisses your forehead tenderly before turning his attention to the tall man standing before the two of you. “go on, say hello to george.”

you timidly meet george’s eyes, and he smirks. a shiver runs down your spine. “h-hi, george.”

“hey, sweet girl,” he chuckles. “you nervous?”

you shake your head, trying to look convincing. the air is thick with tension, all three of you ramped up on pure desire. you glance over to your boyfriend, and he smiles comfortingly, taking your hand in his. “darling, are you sure you wanna do this?” he says, searching your eyes. “we don’t have to.”

“yes, sir, i’d like to do this.” he curses under his breath at the name, and george bites his lip, looking you up and down.

matty kisses you, swiftly licking at your bottom lip and folding his tongue over yours. he’s got a firm grip on your jaw as you moan into his mouth. your panties are definitely already soaked. “then strip, pet,” he breathes against your lips, breaking the kiss.

you stand wordlessly, watching both men gawk at your body as you begin to shed your clothing. when you're left in just your lingerie, you hear george curse.

“she’s a sexy little thing, isn’t she?” matty chuckles, looking over to his friend. the way he talks as if you are just a toy for them makes you take your bottom lip between your teeth.

george hums. “she is.”

your cheeks go pink as you undo your bra and take off your panties – now fully naked in front of your boyfriend and his best friend. the humiliation only gets you wetter.

“s’good,” matty purrs, patting his lap. “c’mere.”

you settle in his lip, bare cunt grazing against the material of his jeans. you try not to moan at the feeling, but one rips out of your chest the second matty starts to gently grope your tits.

“g, come feel.” matty smirks, and his hands are replaced with george’s rough ones in the blink of an eye. you look up at him with half-moon eyes, mewling as he plays with your tits.

“so pretty, hon,” george praises, and you lull your head back onto matty’s shoulder.

“thank you, sir…” you say it without realizing, making george pinch hard at your nipples and matty laugh condescendingly in your ear.

“you just fuckin’ love this, huh, baby?” he whispers, snaking a hand down to rub circles on your inner thigh. so close, yet so far to where you need him the most. “my little slut...always drunk on pleasure.”

your eyes flutter shut as you nod, but they shoot back open when george’s hands leave your tits. you watch him as he kneels down, and gasp when matty hooks his legs under yours, forcibly spreading you wide open for them.

“she’s so wet, mate,” george says, running two fingers down your glistening slit.

matty chuckles. “always ready to be filled…” he bites your shoulder as you mewl, trying to squirm out of his grasp but he’s not budging.

matty slaps your thigh warningly and you still your movements. “aye, what did i tell you? better show him how good of a pet you are f’me. now let him see your pretty little pussy.”

“mmm, fuck, please,” you whine, making george settle his large hands on your thighs, while matty’s fly up to your tits again. he peppers kisses down your jaw, while george does the same up your inner thighs. you’re dizzy, overwhelmed by attention.

“tell him what you want,” matty growls, bringing a hand up to squeeze the sides of your neck, the other hand pinching a nipple.

“please—please, need you to make me cum, george.” george chuckles and you moan loudly when he enthusiastically starts to lick at your folds. matty’s kissing your jaw still, along with his other maneuvers, and you feel as though you could burst with pleasure. shit, this is the best idea you’ve ever fucking had.

george’s tongue works like he’s done this a million times before, easily coaxing loud moans out of you. matty tightens his grip on your throat, making you tilt your head down to look at his friend.

george’s hands rest on your thighs as he looks up at you, lips quirking up in a smile when he meets your eyes. “that feel good, pet?” matty coos, licking up your neck. your arms rest stagnant at your sides, too overwhelmed to do anything with them.

“yes, so good, sir,” you cry, head falling down on matty’s shoulder again. george digs his black fingernails in the flesh of your thighs. you’re in heaven.

matty raises his hand on your throat a little higher, tapping his thumb on your lower lip. you welcome the digit, hollowing your cheeks around it as you whimper in his arms. he rolls your other nipple between his fingers, sucking and biting at the skin of your neck.

“you gonna be a good girl and cum for us, darling?” your boyfriend groans in your ear, making george insert two fingers into your sopping wet cunt—his fingers are wider, stretching you out even more than matty’s can. he sucks harshly at your clit still, and you moan obnoxiously around matty’s thumb, hoping to convey that you’re about to come undone. “that’s it, go on—cum, pretty girl.”

matty releases his thumb from your mouth as you tip over the edge, wanting to hear your whines at their full volume. he gets what he wants, listening to you scream as george finger-fucks and licks you through an orgasm. “oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

your body falls limp on matty, and george comes up from between your legs with a smirk. he sits next to you both on the bed, raising his drenched fingers to your lips. you take them in, swirling your tongue around them, making george groan. you clean the digits fully and he pulls them out of your mouth. the taste of yourself lingers on your tongue. “a very, very good girl,” george says with a husky voice, clearly very riled up by this situation. who wouldn’t be?

your boyfriend kisses the crown of your head and smiles. “want to show him how well you take my cock, baby?”

“yes, sir,” you mumble, smiling lazily as he lifts you gently and sets you down on the edge of the bed.

“all fours then, c’mon,” he instructs, peeling off his t-shirt and revealing his inked chest. george does the same, taking off his jeans and boxers as well. his hard cock springs free as he settles against the pillows. he grins as he rubs his precum up and down his shaft, stroking himself just for you. you moan, hearing a belt buckle clicking and rustling behind you, but your eyes still stay focused on george.

you’re taken back to reality when matty harshly smacks your ass. you arch your back, burying your face in the sheets and whimpering.

“fuckin’ cockslut,” he breathes, running a soothing hand over the spot he just hit. “bet you’d love to have his cock down your throat right now, huh?”

you nod, face still pressed in the sheets as matty takes a firm hold on your hips. he leans down over you, breath fanning over your ear. “too bad, ‘cause you’re only mine to use today. he’s gonna watch you cum on my cock. got it, pet?”

you turn your head to look over your shoulder, already looking at matty with a fucked-out expression. “got it, y-yes, sir. please fuck me,” you whine, pushing your ass into him. he’s already stripped, standing behind you and taking his cock in his hand. he rubs the tip over your folds, and your eyes fucking roll into your skull when he slides into your tight cunt. “that’s my fucking girl,” matty moans.

george strokes himself faster, watching your face as matty starts to fuck into you, only giving you a second to get used to the stretch. you look up at george, the sight of him getting himself off making you clench around your boyfriend’s cock.

matty laughs again behind you, his thrusts becoming a bit rougher. “she likes watching you, g—pussy’s squeezin’ my dick so fucking hard.”

george smirks down at you, crawling down the bed so he’s closer to you. he stands on his knees, continuing to stroke himself, but fists your hair tightly as matty thrusts particularly hard into you.

“didn’t think you were such a filthy little slut—thought matty was messin’ around when he said you wanted me to join, should’ve known…” george grunts, forcing you to look up at him. “the most innocent-looking ones always got the dirtiest shit in their heads.”

you sink your teeth in your bottom lip, looking up at him—eyes glazed over. the sound of matty’s hips slamming against yours every second fills the room. “is he stretching you out all nice, sweet girl?” george groans, throwing his head back. his breathing is rough and uneven, so is matty’s. this is hot, you don’t even know what to do, what to say.

you pant, “god, yes. he fucks me so good.”

matty abruptly pulls out of you and george takes his hand out of your hair. you whine, pathetically sitting with your ass up until matty gently flips you over to your back.

he leans down, crashing his lips onto yours. you part your lips for him and he moans into the kiss, licking into your mouth with desperation. “my best fucking girl.”

matty enters you again, stuffing you with his cock completely. george stays next to you, tweaking your pebbled nipples with one hand and stroking himself with the other. you don’t know who to look at, so blissed out you don’t even know your own name.

matty smirks at george, his hands roughly spreading your legs wider so his friend can get a better view of his cock disappearing into your pussy.

“fuck this,” george grunts, kneeling on the bed and grabbing matty’s head by his dark curls, kissing him hard. you let out a guttural moan at the sight, gripping one of matty’s hands for dear life. you didn’t expect this, but you fucking love it.

your boyfriend breaks the kiss, wide-eyed and flushed red as he looks at george. “shit,” he groans, eyes fluttering shut as he goes to lean over you, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. he licks and sucks the bud, moaning around it. his thrusts are getting lazier and george’s whines are getting louder—both men close to their peak—right above you.

matty aggressively rubs at your clit, detaching himself from your nipple. “want you to cum all over my fuckin’ cock, want to fucking fill you up. god, fuck! you want george to cum down that pretty throat, baby? be our little cumslut?”

his words go straight to your dripping cunt and your walls flutter around his cock as you cum hard with a scream, “yes, oh my god, fuck—yes!” a mixture of both their names spills from your kiss-swollen lips.

matty grips your throat for leverage, leaning down inches from your face. his breath is hot against your skin. “good fucking pet,” he growls, spilling inside of you after one last deep thrust.

you look over to george, the head of his cock red and leaking. his face is scrunched up, his orgasm most definitely approaching.

you sit up on your elbows, and matty gently pulls out, trying to catch his breath. “george, please, cum in my mouth, need it so bad," you plead.

both matty and george groan. he situates himself above you, precum leaking from his cock as he strokes himself a few more times. “oh, fuckkkkk,” he hisses as his cum falls onto your waiting tongue. the salty taste stays there even after you swallow, a lasting reminder.

“jesus christ, this is not a one time thing,” matty rasps, collapsing on top of you.

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