#at least for once waking up to leg cramps had something positive with it

[ryoane]

Character(s): Portgas D. Ace, AFAB!Reader, Marco (Mentioned in passing)

Plot: You wake up stuck in a tight storage box after a beach party with the crew. To your surprise, you're stuck in an unfavorable position with another person... Portgas D. Ace.

Warning(s): NSFW (18+) Content | MDNI, Mild Choking, Drinking (Mentioned in passing), Accidental Sex, Accidental Penetration, Weird Circumstances but you both roll with it anyway, Creampie(s), Multiple Orgasm(s), Excessive amounts of cum (From both of you), Slightly pervert! Ace. Plot what plot? Porn with no plot. — For missed warnings, just DM! 🫡

Note: Ace gets me horny af — 3.9k words of pure filth.

You were blackout drunk last night.

Which is why you didn't know how exactly you ended up in this position, or place. Pressed so close, with the feeling of someone behind you in this extremely cramped place. You could barely see once you woke up, eyes still adjusting to the dark environment. You groan, trying to wipe your eyes, but even that was difficult. It took a few minutes before you felt rustling behind you and realized that the other person who got stuck with you in this unfortunate situation was just getting up as well, yawning loudly.

"Hm? Where are we— Huh? Why is it so cramped in here? Can't move my arms." He says.

You press your head against his accidentally. "Ace!" 

Ace groans, and you utter an apology. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I thought I was stuck with a stranger for a sec."

Ace hums. 

"At any rate, we have to get out of here. But I can't move my arms..." You mutter.

"...I can just burn this thing down." 

You seethe, and you move, or at least try to. "You want to burn me too!?" 

"Ah, right," Ace replied dumbly.

It was quiet for a bit as you both pondered over the whole thing, with you trying to see if you could move your arms more to try and push at the ceiling. It wasn't until Ace called you out quietly, "...(Name)."

"Yeah?"

Ace stopped, thinking whether he should tell you what's on his mind. But he does. "Can you stop moving for a bit?" He says, voice a little shaky.

You hum. Curious, did he find a way to get out of here? "Why—" 

Then you felt it—something hard poking through you. You were in a bikini, which you can still mildly recall why. The Moby Dick landed on a summer island yesterday, deciding to relax and have fun for a bit; the crew went on to have a beach party that lasted for the whole day. Then you got drunk sometime in the evening, and... that was it. That was all you could remember.

This is exactly why you froze immediately, hands pressing onto the hard surface before you. 

"W-What's that?"

Ace clammed up. He was glad you weren't facing him because it was humiliating for this to happen; at least he didn't have to face you as he said it. Ace pretends to clear his throat and looks away, afraid that if his eyes drifted to you, he'd impossibly meet your gaze. Who knows, maybe you had eyeballs behind your head. Ace can't risk that!

"Morning wood." He finally airs out.

The boy half-expected you to sputter, react violently, or try harder to escape this space. But you were silent, and Ace didn't know if he should be relieved or even more worried.

"W-well! We should find a way to get out of here quickly, then. So..." You pitch with a voice shaky, while your shy demeanor is evident, which makes Ace smile lightly despite the current situation. It's only now that he noticed your bare neck, hair splayed onto the side like his arm beneath his head. After his eyes adjusted, he could see your position more clearly, how you curved right into him, how his legs and yours were tangled, how soft the skin of your thigh was beneath his free hand that laid openly on it. His eyes quickly darted upwards to rid himself of his thoughts, but on the way, he saw your squished mounds. Even through the side, he wished he could get a better look.

Fuck. Ace felt his pants stir, he felt his dick twitch at the realization of your closeness. He tried to distract himself, squinting into the dark and focusing on other things, so he stared at your hidden face and saw how your ears were visibly more red than the rest of your skin; rather, dark. Darker than the rest of your skin. Were you blushing? So cute. 

Ace grunts and you make a small noise that makes the boy grasp your thigh tighter, and his hips move on instinct.

Realizing his actions, he was quick to sputter an apology. "S-sorry! I— I didn't mean to." 

"M sorry too..." You mumble out, followed by heavy breaths. The small space was heating up quickly, and it was not because of Ace's devil fruit. Ace's hand on your thigh felt heavy and searing on your skin. A small sheen of sweat was forming on both your half-naked bodies that craved lesser and lesser distance from each other. It didn't help that Ace was drawing mindless figures on your exposed skin and was practically breathing down your neck.

"(Name)..." He whispers deeply, slowly moving his hand up from your thigh to your hip, where the small string of your black bikini hangs. His fingers went underneath them for a bit, only to pinch the skin there lightly before caressing up to your stomach, making it clench from the ticklish sensation. 

"Ace... What are you... Hng~" Your moan cut off the question as his hand moved to one of your covered breasts. 

"You're so soft..." He says lowly, and you feel ticklish once more as his hair meets your neck before you feel a sloppy kiss and a small nibble on the skin that makes you mewl a little. Your eyes and his were half-lidded at this point. Neither of you knew if this hazy delirium was from the lack of air or pure arousal. Maybe both.

"S so hard, baby." Ace whines before kissing your neck to try and ground himself. And you know what?

"You can use my thighs..." You finally say. And you know that after you both get out of here, you'll be regretting that statement for the longest time, but... "L-Let's think about... Mhh," He squeezes your mound, thumb rubbing lazy circles through the thin bikini hiding your nipple. "The.. Uh," You turn mindless for a second, squirming and unintentionally grinding more against his erection, which in turn made him grind against you, too.

"...The consequences later."

Pulling his lips away from your nape where he gave you a nasty hickey from all his biting, Ace was simple in his reply. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

And it was supposed to be simple, just like that. He'd hump your thighs, he'll cum, and you two can finally focus on finding a way to get out of this cramped space. But just as Ace finally managed to slip his heavy cock out that slapped your ass involuntarily, the peculiar box moved and flipped.

So now, he was on top of you. Arms caging you lowly, your breasts squished beneath as Ace tried with all his might not to crush you with his weight. But it was difficult enough to hold this plank-like position for too long. Not to mention that his dick was threatening to enter your barely covered kitty, probing at the leaking and pleading hole.

"Holy fuck, you're so wet."

"Sh-shut up. You can't use that..!"

Ace grunts, feeling the slowly creeping cramp on his forearms. "Y-yeah,"

And it slips both your minds even to ask or try anything to get out at that point because the next harsh rumble of the confinement forced Ace to half-crush you. By that, I mean that he accidentally pushed his cock all the way inside you, your bikini conveniently moving to the side because of your slick.

It took half a second for either of you to process what happened. But once that half a second of silence passed, it took everything in both of you not to bust right on the spot, heads thrown back and screaming, with Ace knocking the ceiling of the box with his own, but too deep in pleasure to even give a fuck about the pain.

"OH, FUUUUCK!" Ace moans.

"Y-YOUR COCK'S T'BIIIGG!" You squeal.

There was this bolt of electricity that ran through both of you at the same time, and you really tried your best, but Ace practically crushed your womb in one go and kept pulsing so good that you couldn't stop the snapping in your core. So intense and so, so wet, your orgasm started spraying all over your and Ace's bottom halves. You squirted. Pussy clamping up tighter than it already was, which Ace thought was impossible since he even briefly thought you were a virgin or something because he's never felt this way before. Never felt so pussydrunk.

Ace tried. He really did try. Tried to stop the cum from climbing all the way up his cock with teeth-gritting so harshly from all the effort. But your breathless moans, your arched back, your soft ass, and how you gave him a half-lidded fucked out stare from behind made all his effort go to waste. His cum sprayed as he grunted. His hips grinding into you was now outside of his control. All his body knew was that he had to push his dick deeper so you can take what he has to give.

"HNG! Take it out, take it— Ahhhh, hah... Ace...!" You involuntarily moaned out his name instead of calling it out normally. You couldn't help it. His hard cock managed to slip inside you and now you can feel him so deep inside you. So, so deep. Can feel his protruding veins pulsing, the intense twitching as it filled you... It was too much.

"I-I can't." Ace mumbled into your hair. Your scent was overtaking him, and it didn't help that it felt like his tip was inside something deeper within your heavenly pussy that sucked him in too good.

"Wh-what do you mean you can't?!" You reply, voice high and nervous as you trembled slightly just from the slight movement.

"Can't move my hips that far, baby. Too tight." For a second, you didn't know if he meant the box-like place you were trapped in or your pussy, already in a growing daze.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the moans threatening to slip out. You could hear Ace breathe heavily behind you, and you think about how he's faring. Is he embarrassed too? Is he enjoying it? Or is he grossed out? Does he feel dread for being stuck in this with you and having no choice but to get off using you? 

On Ace's side, however... Fuck. He feels bad, totally; he really does. He didn't mean to get as hard as he did. At first, it was just morning wood, and then... God, this is embarrassing. Because if this kept going as it did, Ace was definitely going to cum early. Again. It was embarrassing the first time. He couldn't possibly do it again the second time. For him, you were always this mysterious figure. He couldn't quite read you outside of being Whitebeard's daughter. 

He shook his head, ridding himself of any complicated thoughts. 

Let's think about the consequences later, you did say. So Ace thought with his dick when he made the stupid decision to let the fire burn from his back, making your eyes shoot back to him in a panic, which he only returned with a cheeky smirk. The next thing that met you both was the bright morning light of the sun. The abandoned storage box by the rocks and white sand of the beach has been blown to bits as Ace immediately kicked off the 'ceiling' he burnt to ashes, landing on the crashing waves and shocking the creature that was probably the reason why the box flipped around.

Ace threatened the lion with a smaller dose of his Fire Fist, hitting the sand and making the large creature cower and run back into the trees before he finally spared a glance at you, who was trying to get up already. Except you were still caged between Ace's knees.

In this light, Ace could see clearly your bare skin. He always knew you were pretty, but didn't really think much because of how you hid so much of your skin until... Well, until now. He wonders what changed. Eh, he'll think about it later. For now... 

"Do.. Do you want to stop?" He shamelessly asks you with bated breath, hard cock slapping his bare stomach after briefly pulling out of you. He tries to stop his eyes from drifting down to where his cum was dripping right out of you, down to your exposed thighs.

"Do you want to stop?" You ask shyly.

Ace's eyes turned a little droopy as he dipped his head into the side of your neck, his dick now nestled between your thighs. He mumbled into the skin, proceeding to press a wet kiss on it before whispering in your ear as his hands drifted from your tits to the fat of your ass.

"No."

And it was fast going on from there. With the cover of the storage box gone, there was enough space for Ace to fuck you right where you were. He was stroking his wet dick whilst pushing you down, your hands finding recluse on the edge of the container. You looked behind, your eyes meeting. Ace wanted to eat you up, make the tears cascading down your cheeks increase, and he wanted to put you in so many different positions. But he knew, oh he knew, if he didn't fuck your pussy again, he'll probably never will ever again.

Ace leans in to lick one of your tears away, making you whimper. "You're so pretty, hm? My pretty girl." He says, the hand stroking his cock, moving on to tracing lightly over your stomach again, his tip catching right unto your hole as he teased, entering it only a little.

You noticed Ace moving from kissing you on the cheek to the lid of your eye and slowly moving to your lips, which made you yelp and interrupt him. "No!" Catching Ace by surprise, he watches you pursed your lips before he can even get a taste. Hm? So you'll let him fuck you, but you won't let him kiss you?

"N-no kissing..." You continue lowly, guilt sounding evidently from your voice, which made Ace chuckle. Ah, well, whatever. His lips move to pepper kisses to your jaw instead.

"Alright, alright. Don't cry." Despite being relatively the same age, it was incredibly cute how a pirate, no less, to be shy about kissing. Or perhaps you already like someone? Ace didn't know why, but the thought made him buck his hips with a hint of an ugly feeling in his chest. You moan his name loudly from the sudden intrusion.

"No one's ever taken me this well," He remarks with a punctuated thrust and a deep groan at the end.

"...Cause you've never tried me." You reply with a salacious tone while looking back from your shoulder and batting your lashes at him with the deep arch you were sporting, which almost made Ace's eyebrows shoot up from your unexpected boldness. But that quickly devolved into a smirk, his hands now grasping your hips tightly.

"Oh, I'll try you, princess." He says.

And that was the exact moment where you both started the full-fledged fuck that you were too shy to offer earlier. Brutal thrusts came from behind you as Ace's right arm wrapped around your breasts, squishing the mounds and stimulating your nipples with every slap of skin that had you drooling. His other free arm moved in front of your waist, fingers dancing around your sweaty skin until it reached your incredibly sensitive clit. The simple tap made you jerk and moan.

"So sensitive, you like being fucked like this? You ever been fucked like this, huh?" Ace talked a lot with you. In particular, he talked a lot with you because his previous endeavors usually were a one-and-done, noisier than he was usually, and he didn’t care enough for them that he was sure of. Though he had an inkling that would be the case here too, you just simply drove him insane, pussy making him babble on and on, making him wish that this’d never end.

"N-No, never been— Ah, yes! God, never been fucked like this, keep going, please, don't stop." If Ace knew any better, it would seem like you were the same.

"Have no plans to, baby, don't worry your pretty little head 'bout— Ugh... getting dumb on me." He grinds his hips against you, your womb directly meeting his thick tip. You were trembling, knees shaking, and Ace was holding you up with his arm by your tits, and his hand on your nub was the only thing holding you up properly at this point.

Unconsciously, steam was rising from Ace's back as he felt himself getting hotter the more he drilled inside you. It was a new sensation for him. The sensation of not wanting to stop until his balls are drained of cum. Luckily, he still had half— a quarter— of his mind not to burn you.

"Ah! Ah! I'm gonna cum again, Ace! Ace!" The warning made him hide his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder, biting the skin as he felt his orgasm rising and rising. His hips stuttered for a bit as his hand that wasn't furiously pressing on to your clit fidgeted with your right boob, pulling harshly on the nipple there, making you mewl. "O-OOOOH! Oh, God. You’re so goooood."

The boy was drunk on you, addicted, overdosed, and when your hand moved his, guiding it to enclose around your neck while you fucked yourself against his slowing thrusts to get you going again, endlessly mumbling: 

"Don't stop, you can't stop, need your cum, baby. You hav'to give it to me. Please, please, please." 

"If I had known you were going to be this cock hungry, I would've made you my slut a long time ago. Hm? You want to be my little slut, huh?" Ace's hand suddenly tightened around your neck, making you roll your eyes back as drool fell from the side of your mouth.

Amidst the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, cicadas and birds singing in the tropical trees, the distant, heavy, and fast plap plap plap plap was mixing with nature's sound. Oh, and along with a shrill cry of:

"YEEEEEEEES! FUCK ME! I'M CUMM— HNG! I'M CUMMING!!" You squeal, pussy gushing out waters that could combat the ocean. The sensation made Ace grip you tighter, his already leaking cock and sticky thrusts where massive amounts of white strings of cum connected his and your hips together rode it out as he also was...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" It felt like a huge load was taken right off his balls when he came, making him feel light and airy. His hips still thrust as you both sagged on the storage box, all fucked out and heaving. Both of you felt the burning sensation of sensitivity, and yet neither made a move to actively stop until minutes later, finally beginning the descent from your quick visit to heaven.

"That..." Ace heaves from behind you, hands roaming around your torso, feeling his clingy disposition coming forward. "Was the best fuck I've ever had." He refrained from adding, Please tell me it was the same for you, too.

"Me too..." You reply meekly, a little fatigued. Thank God.

"We should get cleaned up. The crew must've wondered where we went off to," Ace said, getting up, reluctantly pulling out of you before tucking himself back in his swim trunks. Hand gesturing to the calm ocean pulling and pushing at the clean sand whilst offering a hand for you to take. "Here, come on, let's get up, pretty. Look, we can wash quickly in the sea."

You unconsciously pout, which Ace finds cute, which is stupid because... Why didn't Ace pay attention to you sooner!? 

"My legs feel like jelly." You complain lightly, facing him as you adjusted your crooked bikini that briefly gave Ace a quick flash of your nipples and the extremely soft-looking mounds that he had the privilege of feeling up earlier; it bounced as you adjusted the straps to cover them properly once more; eliciting a creeping blush from his neck up to his cheeks. He didn't get the chance to appreciate them fully, and the thought made him sag for a bit because he wanted to explore you even more.

Wanted to explore your supple thighs, see if you can make him cum just as fast with your hands... Or maybe your mouth... He loved the small pudge your tummy made when you sat curved as you made one last check on your bikini before looking up at him to flash him a gummy smile and a thumbs up. He returned the smile as you took his hand and got up. He unconsciously let it fall upon your lower back once you got up, and you both got out of the storage box and walked to the sea to wash off any remnants of your... Endeavors.

Ace briefly enjoyed the calm moment. You were both hip-deep in the waters; Ace opted to wash his whole body instead while you decided to splash some on your face and try to comb through your hair. When Ace reemerged, you gave him a soft smile.

"So..." Ace starts.

"Ace," You call.

"Oh, you can go first!" You both say, hands shaking. A sweat dropped on both your cheeks by the time you both finished saying the sentence at the same time. But Ace conceded, "Ladies first."

"It's not really a big deal. But, uhm," You begin, hands fidgeting with the string of your bikini by your hip. Ace was tempted to stare but looked into your eyes instead, listening intently. "This is a one-time thing, right?" A heavyweight.

I mean… “Sure.” If you want it to. “I mean— I mean, yeah. I don't—” I don't do relationships. “Yeah. It is. Don't worry.” He says, not meeting your eyes, hand suddenly finding intrigue in the stray hair on his forehead, pushing it back with the rest that was slicked back by the saltwater.

You let out a visible sigh of relief, and Ace didn't know how to feel about that. “Can you keep this a secret, please?”

“Why?” Ace immediately realized how it may have come off to you, “Wait, no! I mean, I will, but—!” Ace stops his rambling when you let out an airy laugh.

“You know you always looked so smooth when you flirted with other people,” you say between laughs. Ace’s brows furrow in mock frustration, a pout coming from his lips while his cheeks burnt. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

His faux anger dissipated when you lightly tapped your palm on his chest, making him look at you again, crinkles deep in your eyes. “Aw, don't worry. People like it, don't they? I can see why.” 

“Sh-Shut up!” Ace raised his voice by an octave, trying to move into deeper waters. If he was any younger and was still going through puberty, he was so sure his voice would have cracked. 

“Hey! I’m joking, I’m joking,” You say. But you weren't very convincing because you were still chuckling. “You’ll drown if you go too deep. I can't save you, you know. We’ll both die. I’ll tell you the reason, so come back.”

Ace stood for a moment, a few ways farther from you. When he glanced back, you looked at him with such simple, pleading eyes, sported with a cheeky smile to boot when he moved closer to relent.

“Fine…”

“...You have to keep this a secret, too.” Your voice grows timid, hand grasping his wrist now.

Ace doesn't speak, waiting for you to continue.

“I like Marco.”

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[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

You can totally delete this if it makes you uncomfortable or you just don't want to answer or anything

trigger warning : period (?)

I know you didn't describe Pup's body (and that's so great)

But i was wondering, in a world where they are afab (assigned female at birth), how would they react if they have periods?

Would their old base had shamed Pup of them? Or would Pup have something, like a treatment, to not have them?

How would Pup react if they got their period and it got a stain on their bed sheets or uniform?

(Not me again projecting myself because I have my period at the moment lmao)

✨️ anon

Yes, I like to keep most stuff for Pup gender free so that people are able to picture them being a guy/gal/non-binary wolf-person if they like! However I will happily write a lil something for if they were AFAB and had periods ☺️

You sighed and thunked your head back into the pillows, cursing softly as you felt a dreaded wetness pooling between your legs and an aching burn work itself through your tummy. Your period had started. With a small whimper you sat up and reached out for the lamp, standing away from the bed and sighing with relief when you realised that by some miracle you hadn't stained the bed yet.

However your pyjamas were another story.

There was nothing else for it, you had to raid your drawers and steal yourself to the bathroom so that you could shed them and get something to quell the bleeding. Luckily the house was quiet and dark, Ghost was asleep. At least that was something - you wouldn't have to face him seeing your dirty clothes and questioning why you were up past lights out.

After getting changed you headed to the kitchen and stuck your pyjamas into the washing machine, not thinking of anything else but hiding all evidence that you'd made a mess. Once all was clean, you breathed a little sigh of relief and sat cross legged in front of the washing machine, watching as the dark compartment filled with sloshing water and began to spin.

You were glad for being able to just deal with it right away, not having to worry about anyone else see you or judge you. The cramping, still blazing on low in your belly, reminded you of the training sessions you’d have at Branhaven, sometimes performing so badly in your dizzied and weakened state that you’d be sent to the kennels as punishment. Sometimes of course they’d catch you out from the blood on your clothes and send you off just for knowing you were on your cycle, ‘predicting’ that you’d just be a nuisance. The rest of the day would be spent clutching yourself like a feeble child, feeling dirty and sweaty the whole time until you were able to leave and change. It worse if you were actively on a mission, any little mistake would be blamed on your ‘condition’, and you’d be constantly threatened with abandonment.

“What’re you doin’ up then, ay?”

You jumped, not expecting Ghost to walk in on your late night contemplating. He shone a torch low at your feet, but from his shadowy position you could see that he was only in his boxers and t-shirt, his unmasked face was squinting out at you in the dark.

“Sorry, Ghost,” you murmured sheepishly. “Didn’t mean to wake you. I had some- I had to wash my pyjamas.”

“Alright…and why’s that?” He asked, rubbing his bleary eyes with the back of his free hand.

“My um- my period came,” you sighed.

Ghost’s head lifted in understanding. He flicked the light on at that wall, causing you both to blink furiously. In the cold harsh light, you found your cheeks warming, now embarrassed that he was having to deal with you. You just hoped he wasn’t going to be annoyed about your upcoming performance the next day…

“You need anything?” He asked, crossing the room to the cupboard he usually kept the first aid kit in. “I got some paracetamol here if you’re feelin’ sore. Can get you a hot water bottle if you’d like?”

You blinked, not quite prepared for his pragmatism until you reminded yourself of exactly who you were dealing with. Of course Ghost would be understanding. It was obvious now, you smiled and nodded and then gratefully took the pills and glass of water he’d prepared for you.

“Go get yourself comfy n’ lie down, Pup. I’ll get your hot water bottle to you once it’s ready.”

You were about to tell him he didn’t need to go to the trouble but he shot you a hard look that wasn’t easy to disagree with. Easier to just go along with it, you decided.

“Thanks, Ghost,” you said softly, smiling when he grunted his acknowledgement.

After you were settled in bed, Ghost soon joined you again and tucked the fluffy hot water bottle under the covers for you. Even after that though, he remained when you expected him to leave. He settled by your side and ran a hand over the top of your head, softly fussing at your ears until you let out a content purr like sound.

“Poor thing,” he cooed, cupping his hand over your cheek. “We’ll need to go easier tomorrow, huh?”

“We don’t have to,” you yawned, blinking back the sleep that darkened the corners of your vision. “I’ll still be putting in the effort for you Ghost.”

“I know you will, Pup,” he chuckled. “I know. We’ll see how you get on. Just do me a favour and get a good nights sleep, darlin’”

You rolled your eyes at him, but nodded. He was too nice sometimes you thought, he’d be such a pushover if you ever tried to take advantage. Not that you wanted to.

“Night Ghost,” you yawned. “Thank you…”

#reign down on me

[stiffyck]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FUCKING SOBBING /POS OH MY GOD

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

#asks #redscape #hermitshipping #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #gtws

[stvnszlr]

a short mcadler request for my dear friend @popcorn-adler !! something i’ve had in my drafts for a while with no reason to publish — until now !

essentially steven falls asleep on top of duff and it’s awfully sweet and soft and relaxing ^_^

steven adler + duff mckagan , fluff ( 411 words )

Duff was trapped.

Surprisingly, he was also content. In fact, he rather didn’t want to move from the position he was currently stuck in.

The bassist was occupying one of the many expensive couches in the third sitting room of Slash’s new house. Mansion, more like. People, noise, and a general thrum of energy surrounded him, nearly all of the bodies sitting or standing nearby far past well-drunk. Himself included, but what did one more matter amongst many?

His long legs were stretched out across the length of the couch, his back still upright against one arm of the sofa. There was barely enough room for the girl sitting by his boot-covered feet to fit half her ass on the cushion.

Not that Duff was paying much attention to her, anyway.

No, Duff was quite preoccupied with another warm body pressed on top of him. A certain blond haired, round-nosed, sleepy eyed drummer had taken up residence on Duff’s lap at least an hour ago, and by now was fully laid out with Duff as his mattress.

Steven’s legs were entwined with Duff’s, his head resting on the plush part of Duff’s stomach just below his ribs. The younger’s face was half buried in Duff’s ratty tank top, his fingers loosely grasping the fabric to keep himself tethered to his bassist. His long eyelashes fluttered gently against his cheeks, his mouth open slightly and eyes closed in a light but restful slumber.

There was no way Duff could even think about moving. And risk disturbing Steven? The drummer’s little snores and twitches were too adorable to consider waking him from what seemed to be much-needed sleep.

One of Duff’s hands rested on top of Steven’s head, fingers deeply tangled in the ratty nest of curls Steven kept so effortlessly messy. His fingertips had been scratching gently at the smaller boy’s scalp, mindlessly lulling him into a drowsier state until Steven fell fully asleep. His hand remained as a comforting, reassuring weight, even after his joints had cramped and grown weary from movement.

Duff let out a small hum of pleasure as his blurry gaze drifted down to the boy in his lap once again. He couldn’t help the tease of a smile pulling up the corners of his lips at the sight— Steven’s relaxed expression and innocent appearance were incredibly endearing.

Duff felt quite lucky to be the one providing Steven protection and comfort while he dozed.

#mcadler #what can i say what can i sayyyyy !! #even duff knows steven is fucking adorable #gnr #guns n roses #steven adler #duff mckagan #steven gnr #duff gnr #steven adler x duff mckagan #duff mckagan x steven adler #guns n roses fanfic #saz requests !

[anabdaniels]

Cowboytober Day 26- Menstrual sex

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 1.4k

Rating: 18+

Warning: Oral (f receiving), mentions of blood (pretty obvious but anyway), Jack being a sweetheart with his lady.

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Being about to have your period was always a horrible time. As if the headaches and the occasionally unpredictable mood swings weren’t enough, almost every month you had to deal with those terrible cramps that made your lower stomach and lower back hurt like hell. But, at least, you weren’t suffering alone because seeing you so uncomfortable was more than enough to break Jack’s heart, see his beloved sugar so unhappy and be unable to do anything to solve it completely would always bother him a lot, so he put all the effort he could on every single thing that would make you feel at least a little better.

After a good snack and a lot of belly rubs, you ended up in the most comfortable position possible, straddling one of Jack’s thighs with your upper body pressed against his, keeping the region of your womb warm while your husband’s hands massaged your lower back, keeping you the most pain-free possible on those circumstances, so it was no surprise for Jack when you fell asleep with your head resting on his shoulder.

You woke up around an hour later with that discomfort on your lower stomach more annoying than it was before your little nap. You grumbled quietly and rubbed your face while your mind started to work once more, making Jack smile with the adorable vision of your lazy self.

“Seems that someone had an enjoyable sleep.” Jack said softly and kissed your cheek.

“I did.” You answered calmly, now almost totally awake “But would be better if my cramps were gone.”

“They’re hurting too much?” he questioned while still caressing your lower back.

“Not much.” You said while playing with the collar of his shirt “But they still bother a little bit.” You settled better on his thigh, frowning when you felt something wrong between your legs, you instinctively looked down, getting one hundred percent waked up after seeing a stain on Jack’s jeans. “Shit.” You mumbled and looked back at him “I’m so sorry.” You said already feeling your eyes getting watered and starting to move out of his lap, but Jack promptly grabbed your thighs to keep you in place.

“Easy, honey. Where do you think you’re going?” he passed his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him again “It’s okay.” He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I should’ve foreseen this by the amount of cramps I was having before falling asleep. It’s not the first time I've ruined one of your jeans.” You rested your head against his chest, looking desolate.

“No one will be harmed by it, furthermore, just a cycle on the washing machine and they’ll be brand new. There’s nothing to worry about.” Jack assured calmly, caressing your back.

“You sure?” you asked still a bit worried and smiled when Jack promptly nodded. You rubbed your face slightly against his neck, passing your arms around his body, and nestling better on his lap.

“What is that?” Jack questioned in a slightly teasing tone while moving both of his hands up on your back, smirking, and kissing your shoulder.

“Well, since everything is alright, I’d like a little help with my cramps.” You answered calmly and looked at him.

“I’d never refuse my beloved wife this kinda help.” He said calmly and leaned to kiss you, sinking one hand into your hair and caressing your scalp, while his other hand moved to your thigh, gently pulling it to the side, letting you mounted on his lap.

“Jack.” You chuckled against his lips “You really ain’t worried about your jeans' safety.”

“I couldn’t care less.” He confirmed without a second thought, moving one hand under your shirt and caressing your skin, making you sigh softly.

“I have the feeling that we’ll have to move to the shower very soon.” You sighed more audibly this time as he moved his other hand under your shirt.

“It’s up to you, honeybee. Wherever you get more comfortable.” Jack said while letting his hands caress and massage your skin.

“Both shower or the bath aren’t comfortable while dealing with cramps and sore back, but it’s better than nothing.” You answered tilting your head slightly, frowning when Jack took a slight distance to look at you.

“You know we can just stay here, right?” he raised one eyebrow.

“Are you missing the part that I just got my period?” you questioned with a slight frown.

“So what? I mean, if you don’t feel comfortable staying in bed, that’s fine, we can move to anywhere you want. But if your concern is about me, I thought you already knew that I ain’t the kind of man that got scared with a bit of blood.” Not surprisingly, he had a smirk on his lips when finished the sentence, making you smile openly and rest your hands on his shoulders.

“Alright, cowboy. If you insist so much…” You finished the sentence kissing him passionately.

Before you could notice, all your clothes were gone such as his, and, as he always used to, Jack had his hands all over you, kissing and nibbling every inch of your skin, taking care of being gentler in some places, aware that you were more sensitive than the usual.

When he kissed your inner thighs, your hips already were moving involuntarily, thanks to your hormones making you more needy than usual. Carefully enough to not make it uncomfortable to you, but yet intensively enough to make you moan audibly, Jack sank his head between your legs, slowly moving his tongue all over your soaked folds, proving in practice to you that he really didn't bother with the presence of your menstruation before he directed his attention to your hipper sensitive clit.

You allowed yourself to just relax and sink one hand in Jack's hair, caressing his scalp, sighing, whimpering, and breathing heavily as you enjoyed the precise yet gentle licks and suckings of him on your clit. Despite being amused and unfairly aroused by the whole situation, Jack controlled himself and kept a soft pace, not wanting to ruin the moment for you or overwhelm you.

Focused on the moment, you were already feeling the discomfort in your lower stomach vanishing and turning into a very good feeling. In other circumstances, you'd try to hold yourself just to enjoy the moment a little more, but if the sensitivity provided by your period wasn't enough, the dedication Jack was putting into following your rhythm and being gentle with you was hitting you right on the heart and was certainly pushing you to the edge. Squeezing his head between your thighs and moaning audibly, you hit your orgasm, contorting slightly on the bed and softly scratching Jack's scalp.

Not wanting to cause you any unwanted sensation, Jack didn't prolong his task after you had reached your apex, planting a kiss on your lower stomach before moving up and lying by your side, smiling and caressing your face. You looked at him and turned your body on the bed to be face-to-face with him, laying one hand on his cheek.

"Seems that you 'stache haven't come out undamaged from it." You joked referring to the few strands of his mustache that were slightly reddish.

"Y'know what they say, you can't have everything." He chuckled, making you smile, and leaned to kiss him, moaning as you tasted yourself on his lips and already hanging one leg around his hips to pull him closer.

Once more following your rhythm, and feeling highly needy himself, Jack calmly slid inside you, making both of you moan.

"Can I tell you something?" You said without moving your lips away from his, smiling when he nodded "I think I'll need another napping time on your lap after we got done here."

"Oh, my precious sugarcube." Jack smirked and rested his palm on your lower back "As long as my little lady is pain-free, you can do whatever you want with me." He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on your lips, making you smile, after all, you knew he was telling the truth.

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[mlmxreader]

To Wake Up and Fall Asleep Together | Bruce Wayne x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: ig this is a mukti-ask affair! bear w me owo

"As much as I like this, you gotta move before I get a cramp" w bruce wayne n m!reader pls!! (reader likes tugging bruce into his lap after patrol nights so bruce has a habit of kinda. spilling onto him after long days)

summary: Bruce may be an unannounced guest, but he makes up for rude interruptions by giving you cramps and making you smile.

tws: swearing

You didn't bother to move from your place when you heard the door click, when the soft thud of dragging footsteps echoed on the laminate flooring, when a quiet grunt sounded out as the unannounced guest bumped into the bannister as he always did, just loud enough that you could hear it over the sound of ZZ Top's Sharp Dressed Man; you only dared to look when the bedroom door thudded when he walked into the handle. Again. Daring to smile as you sat up with your back against the headboard, not even thinking twice before grabbing him once he was close enough.

Bruce was eager to collapse against you, letting you pull him down on your lap as he slumped down, relaxing a little as a heavy sigh left him; most of his weight was on your thighs, but he was pressed against your chest as well as he practically spilled out. Letting you run a hand through his hair gently as you hummed softly.

"Anything interesting?"

Bruce shook his head, mumbling softly. "I got you a dvd copy of Equilibrium. You keep saying that I look like the actor."

You dared to laugh, especially because you were starting to think that he had forgotten about that joke; the long list of films he couldn't bring up around you because you would quite proudly brag about how much he looked like the main actor - often remarking about how he must have had a long lost twin, or very close Doppelgänger as there was no way the resemblance was anything but extremely uncanny.

Yawning, Bruce turned himself over a little, at least enough that he could partially cuddle against you; his eyes felt too heavy to keep open, and he would have been an idiot if he had tried to stay up. He would be an idiot to try and stay awake now, but as he heard Great War by Sabaton play, he felt you hum, the vibrations from your chest sending little shockwaves through him as he dared to smile, slumping against your body.

"Go to sleep, Bruce," you told him gently, shifting around a little so that you were comfortable. Fuck, why did he have to put all of his weight on your legs? At this rate, you were going to get pins and needles or a cramp.

But as you looked down at him, you couldn't help but to smile and think maybe it was worth it; he looked so comfortable on your lap, he looked so tired and worn down, he needed rest - and anyway, a cramp could be dealt with easily. A cramp meant nothing, it would fade; but losing sleep wasn't so easily dealt with, especially considering that you knew he had a meeting at Wayne Enterprises in around three hours. Knowing that, you almost couldn't bring yourself to bring up the less than desirable position.

Bruce grumbled something beneath his breath, cuddling into you a little more as he started to let go, as he started to be whisked away by promises of sweet dreams and waking up to the man he loved; he had no expectations for things like breakfast or a freshly ironed suit, he didn't expect you to coddle him. You were his boyfriend, not his fucking caretaker. All he wanted was to wake up and see that you were still there beside him. That was all. But then he sat upright, rubbing his face with his hands, and he tugged his shirt over his head, flinging it across the room and into the washing basket before he settled down again, making you chuckle softly.

"Thank you for putting up with me…"

You shrugged, going back to gently raking your hand through his hair; sweat soaked brown locks felt so soft in that moment, not how they usually did after his patrols, but you chalked that down to the fact that you were more than tired as well. "It's not a problem, baby… but, y'know, as much as I like this, you gotta move before I get a cramp."

Bruce grumbled again, getting off of you and letting you lie down before he spilled himself over you again; his head on your chest, one arm tucked behind his head as he placed his other hand on your chest just next to his lips, his legs tangled with yours as he leaned into how you stroked his hair so fucking softly. He was a lucky guy, he knew that much, to have a boyfriend like you who would put up with his bullshit; he owed you, but as his eyes drifted shut and he relaxed against you, the feeling of your chest rising and falling slowly rocking him to sleep, the sound of another Sabaton song lulling him to sleep even further.

You let out a yawn, the movement of your hand ceasing, fingertips staying buried in his hair as you stilled, your breathing still even and steady; slowly, your eyes closed and you couldn't help it, beginning to drop off yourself as you smiled a little. At least Bruce would still be there when you woke up, at least you would wake up next to the man you loved, at least you could gaze at him when he was bathed in the light of dawn. The thought of that alone was enough.

The thought of being able to have just one quiet morning to look at Bruce; not Batman, not Mister Wayne, Bruce. Your Bruce. The man who you hoped would one day ask for you to be his husband, if only because you liked the sound of him saying it.

"I love you…" Bruce muttered, almost completely asleep as he sighed heavily and hummed softly.

"Yeah," you muttered back. "I love you, too."

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[mazuwii]

||Period cramps with Reiner Braun||

No warnings

A/N this is like a 2-3 month old piece of work that I wanna publish while I write out some longer requests. I might make a “how they treat you on your period” chapter idk

On your way home you restrained a shriek of agony, limping as you arrived at the front door. All of a sudden, your body could be reassured that you'd get the rest you needed, however, that all proved wrong once you entered, a twist of agony flooded your torso. You couldn't locate the pain! It was everywhere!

Legs weak and shaking, you raced to the kitchen to consume some pain relief pills, only for your knees to buckle before you could reach the cabinet. Your body slapped against the cold kitchen floor, causing you to stressfully wail out profanities.

The sudden warmth sipping out of your folds surely drenched up your pads to the fullest. However, even whilst you relaxed, the hot flow never came to a halt.

You came to the conclusion that the pills didn't matter, you needed to lie down in a comfy position, at least just for a few minutes of relief.

And so whilst clenching onto your stomach, you climbed up the stairs, grunting and sweating. The very thought of feeling comfortable motivated you through the pain.

At last, you collapsed on your bed, snatching lungfuls of air in before huffing back out. However it didn't take till your panting turned into moans, the fiery feeling travelling to your butthole.

"FUCK!" You shrieked. Your focus wavered, you didn't know what to touch or rub as every part of you throbbed.

Your arm extended out to the phone you dropped on the floor, hoping to call anyone for help, at least just a hand to hold or a reassurance that you weren't going to die. It sure felt like these were your last breaths.

The bright screen flashed your squinted eyes. You ignored all notification and clumsily opened the phone up, your thumb fumbling for your husbands contact.

However, all hope restored the second the front door opened, the sound of shoes and the coat rustling as he was probably nearly hanging it up.

"REINERRRR!"

Almost instantly, he frantically marched up the stairs and burst into the room, eyes hastily searched for signs of murder- a break in- a gun being held to your head. Instead, you stared up at him with puppy eyes, curled into a ball and clenching onto your stomach.

"Help me please."

How could he resist such a sweet voice? Even if you scared him to his core. "What's wrong baby?" He kneeled beside the bed.

"It's just- AH!" You flopped onto your back, your hands fumbling to catch the pain on your hips. Reiner flinched, as if you were on the verge of death. "My p-period cramps."

"I can go get you a hot water bottle."

"No! Hold my hand... please?"

"Of course." He took your sweaty hand in his, not reacting at your death grip. He realised how you suppressed your groans of agony by laughing at yourself, making sarcastic remarks about the cruel nature of women in between heavy breaths of pain.

"Hey, take it easy." His palm swiped below your stomach, where the pain was met with his warmth. Sensing yourself melting underneath his touch, you encouraged him to keep his hands there by slowly losing your voice. He noticed your words slowly fade into a tired yawn.

The sweat on your forehead had cooled down, the gentle breeze from the open window ushering you into sleep. It'd be better to sleep in case the pain comes back. "You feel better, sweetheart?" You could barely hear him above the serenity that took over you. How you loved life the second the deathly cramps left.

"Mm..." you weakly hummed. "Thanks... you warmed me up."

"I can warm you up some more, but you need to eat something"-

You lazily shook your head. "Sleepy."

"I can wake you up after a few hours, how about that?"

You grunted another soft hum. "'S finally over. I want sleep."

"Then sleep, angel." He leaned over to peck your forehead. "You can call me when you wake up, I'll help you downstairs, feed that little monster of yours."

You giggled lowly, giving his palm a chaste kiss. "G'night."

His lips gently puckered against your cheek before you slowly dozed off, taking advantage of this painless wave of freedom that sweet Mother Nature had offered after punishing you so severely.

#reiner braun #reiner #aot warriors #zeke #reiner x reader #aot reiner

[hopalongfairywren]

Whumptober2022- Delirium Tremendous

Schlatt was used to waking up hungover, with a migraine and a stomach ache, but this was an entirely different brand of hell. He woke up 15 minutes ago and got ready to eat, and usually that would be fine.

 His hangover induced pain went away on its own or with his pain medication. But this didn’t go away, nor did it respond to his fast acting pain medication. Schlate vaguely remembered last night’s events; yelling at Quackity, throwing something, the avian storming off after they exchanged a few insults, and going down to the local bar to drink away his anger. 

Quackity was always like that. Too sensitive, too annoying, too loud, but at least he wasn’t as sore on the eyes as he was sore on Schlatt’s temper. And with him, Schlatt was president of Manberg.

He contemplated going to look for his husband before Quackity did some dumb shit, already imagining his dramatic ass tearing up and yelling despite his voice being hoarse, smelling the whiskey on Schlatt’s breathe and crying more like the over emotional idiot he was.

 But there were more pressing matters on Schlatt’s hands now, mainly the fact that his stomach felt like killing him.

Schlatt’s whole stomach cramps, and he slides to the floor groaning  and clutching his stomach. Waves of dull pain ripple throughout his belly.

The twisting, sharp pain originated deep within his gut and traveled up towards his chest, until Schlatt had to actively keep his mouth closed to prevent himself from puking up his dinner all over himself.

 The smell of his previously okay food was now noxious, and the site was entirely unappetizing. He looked away, eyes watering.

He could feel Ponk’s disapproving gaze boring holes into his skull, lecturing him on alcohol, explaining how his liver and brain were being irreparably damaged by his drinking and that sort of shit, and that mental image gave Schlatt enough energy to scowl and push himself into a standing position.

It was almost comical how he immediately fell back down again as a wave of nausea rolled over him violently, causing his whole body to shake and twist. His legs trembled, feeling inoperable as he rolled over with another grunt.

Schlatt wretched as vomit dribbled out of his open mouth, its painfully acidic taste reminding him of the vodka he had drunk hours ago. He staggers up, retching all the while, trying to get to the bathroom before he vomited.

He didn't make it very far before he doubled over, clutching at his chest as more bile followed, leaving a disgusting stain on the fine velvety carpets below him.

“Fuck…” He muttered, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. For once he was glad Quackity wasn’t here for a reason besides the bitching he’d be subjected to. Schlatt would die before letting Quackity see him like this, and Quackity is stuck waiting for him to die. They both know it. Schlatt’s honestly surprised Quackity hasn’t attempted to assassinate him yet, but it showed what a few compliments a starry-eyed young guy could do. Schlatt cursed again as he gagged, his stomach empty now.

“Or maybe it wasn’t surprising” He thought as the second round of gagging came, because vomiting always happened in two spasms like that.

Quackity had always been a pussy, so of course he was never going to outright stab his husband. Maybe poisoning? His thought drifted to Niki, before quickly shutting down that possibility. That woman wasn’t allowed near his residence, let alone his foodstuff. She was harmless, weak. 

Other possibilities flashed around in Schlatt’s mind, but they played second fiddle to his vomiting. Ponk would be stupid to eliminate his highest paying customer. Fundy maybe, but he had gotten that kid wrapped around his finger just by not being Wilbur.

Or maybe it was Tubbo. Tubbo, the meek little sheep-hybrid that always looked down at the ground when talking to Schlatt, and always responded with a too vigorous “Sir yes Sir!”

Schlatt panted as he finished heaving, promising to fire and possibly execute whoever is in charge of preparing his food, because this was obviously not prepared well. He hoped it wasn’t Tubbo, he already planned a whole festival to execute that fucker and make him an example, but this was such a bad stomach ache and Schlatt was already in such a bad mood he considered beating him on site.

#whumptober2022 #no.8 #stomach ache #emetophobia #vomiting #dream smp #fic #c!schlatt #c!ponk #c!quackity #c!niki

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

413 of 2022

Do You Have The Same Symptoms As Me?

Created by hxcsingingsk8r

POTS You get migraines You get smaller headaches and pains You get ocular migraines Your vision often blacks out when you stand up Your heart rate accelerates when you stand up You get heart palpitations at random You've fainted at least once or twice You sometimes get presyncope or even faint when giving blood You've had multiple EKGS come up abnormal You've been diagnosed with POTS You've taken a tilt table test before You get pins and needles in your limbs frequently Your legs always fall asleep when you go to the bathroom You have trouble standing still because your blood pools in your legs Sometimes your legs feel restless and uncomfortable for days straight due to blood pooling You get pain behind your knees due to blood pooling You stay in bed for a long time after waking up because your symptoms are worst in the mornings You get really dizzy at random Your blood pressure occasionally drops dangerously low out of nowhere You often feel this fatigue/weakness come over you You get cold very easily You've had a tremor in both hands for your whole life You also get mouth tremors in the corners when you try to smile You also get leg tremors on occasion, which makes it hard to walk You have weird visual disturbances sometimes like bright spots, dark spots, and bluriness You were prescribed Midodrine for flare ups

MCAS You've been diagosed with MCAS You've taken environmental allergy scratch tests You are supposedly allergic to everything under the sun- all plants, grass, bugs, animals, etc. You have chronic postnasal drip You cough up clear phlegm many times daily Sometimes you feel like your throat is drowning in phlegm Your mouth sometimes produces excess saliva and you have to spit a lot There's always something high or positive on your blood tests, like ANA, C4A, CRP, and IgM You occasionally get hemorrhoids and blood in your stool You were told you are allergic/intolerant to a few foods You are frequently constipated You've been diagnosed with GERD You've been diagnosed with chronic gastritis You get really bad stomach pain/cramps in your lower left abdomen Your eyelids droop down when you're tired or when out in the sun Your eyes get dry and itchy and even painful at times You get frequent infections- ear infections, kidney infections, laryngitis, thrush, pink eye, SIBO Your lymph nodes in your throat swell up sometimes for days straight Your lip often swells and you get frequent styes on your eyes You often get hives on random parts of your body out of nowhere Your skin always itches like crazy when you go outside, all over your body You were given an epipen by your doctor just in case Your throat feels like it closes a bit on occasion with certain foods or drinks You take Ketotifen twice daily

Asthma You've been diagnosed with asthma You take Advair twice daily You take an albuterol inhaler as needed You also have a nebulizer that you use when your asthma gets out of control If your asthma gets really out of control, you get put on Prednisone for a week or two until it clears up You get bad chest pains and tightness You get awful pleurisy out of nowhere You used to only have exercise-induced asthma, but then it progressed to asthma all the time

hEDS/EDS/HSD You've been diagnosed with hEDS, EDS, or HSD You can touch your feet to your head in many different positions or used to be able to You can easily do yoga poses that might be hard for others One or both of your hip joints pops out of place at random, even when you're just sitting You get excruciating pain in one or both of your knees completely at random That pain makes you double over/fall if it happens while standing You hear popping sounds when you move your hips, ankles, and/or jaw You can touch your toes without bending your knees You can bend your thumbs backwards or do some other cool stretches with your fingers You can spread your toes really far apart You get stretch marks without gaining/losing weight You have very soft skin You can pull the skin on your cheeks out really far

Scoliosis Your shoulders naturally point forward You've been told by a doctor that your back is slightly curved You have terrible posture and you can't fix it no matter how hard you try When you sit, your ribs chill in your stomach, and it doesn't even hurt You have terrible pain in the back of your neck daily

Other Unexplained Symptoms You have been diagnosed with hyperreflexia There was one single lesion found on your brain on an MRI You've had ovarian cysts that were painful, but went away on their own You have terrible vision You often feel like you have a fever; your head feels hot, your body feels cold, you feel weak and achy, but you don't actually have a fever You have bad light sensitivy at random, not all the time You hiccup really loudly and uncontrollably 10-30 times per day

#survey #bolding survey #categorised survey #about me survey

[ghoulishpencil]

Time passed. Cassian could not tell how much time passed because of the lack of light through the windows and the fever that set in shortly after his very short escape attempt. The beast had corralled him back into bed, and there he stayed, sweating out the fever, mostly asleep. 

He had to be hallucinating the figures that crowded around him, indistinct. A cool hand that touched his forehead, a grip on his legs as something was slid under his hips. He thought he saw the magic bug too, lying on the shirt he’d taken from the wardrobe, now yellowed from his sweat. 

There were other times that he was positive he wasn’t hallucinating. Usually when the beast would arrive, resting its chin on the edge of the bed to watch him. The first few times, Cassian hadn’t been sure what to do, but then the fever really kicked in, and he lost any fear he should have for the monster. When it perched its head on the edge of the bed again, Cassian flopped his hand out, bumping its muzzle. Initially it snarled, drawing its upper lip and showing its teeth, but Cassian merely giggled, waving his hand inanely until he landed on its nose again. The beast, rightfully confused, stopped snarling, slowly lowering its head once more to let him pet it. 

“You’re so soft,” Cassian said. “I don’t mind if you eat me.” He’d then promptly passed out, waking up and wondering if he had actually been eaten. No. The beast had simply climbed into bed with him, half smothering Cassian as it snored. 

The fever broke in the middle of the night. Cassian woke to a nearly dark room, the fire usually burning bright down to nothing but a few embers. He sat up slowly, rubbing at his face and grimacing at his dry throat. He couldn’t remember the last time he had water. But he desperately needed to pee. He shuffled out of bed, feeling clumsy and weak. His legs shook but held, and he began to walk towards the door. It opened on its own as he reached it, and he poked his head outside. Where was the lavatory here? His bladder told him he didn’t have the patience to search for it. 

He found the stairs down to the first level instead, working his way down slowly. He was out of breath when he made it, sitting briefly to let his legs rest. To ignore the near painful cramp in his gut, he inspected his arm instead, noting the bandages looked fresh. Like someone had changed them for him. He frowned slightly, tapping the back of his wrist lightly. Pain lanced up his arm and he hissed softly in pain, stopping quickly. However long he’d been out, it hadn’t been long enough to totally heal his fractured bones. 

He got up, making it to the massive front doors. This time, they opened for him, and he barely made it outside before he was peeing across the broken stairs, groaning in relief. He’d hoped to have made it to a tree, but outside was at least better than in. Cassian took half a step away before sitting again, brushing his bandaged hand through his hair. 

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[linorachas]

for the weekend. | bang chan

⁍ pairing — bang chan x reader ⁍ genre — fluff & smut  ⁍ word count — 4.8k words ⁍ details — established relationship, producer!chan, choreographer!reader, lots of cuddles and kissing, oral (m. receiving), dirty talk, d/s undertones, mention of the word “cockslut”, chan worship, you’re both really in love ⁍ a/n — hello! i’m a new writing blog for skz. :D this is my first work here, so i’d love to hear your thoughts. i accept criticism, but please be nice i am trying my best ㅠㅠ part 2 is here! thank you to everyone who let me know that they wanted a part 2! ♥️ ⁍ summary — After a long week of hard work, you finally spend a weekend with Chan.

Friday - 2:03 am

 Your footsteps are light and quick as you rush down the hall, duffel bag bumping against your back as it bounces from your movements. 

You were sweaty, sticky, and overall about to pass out, but there was a wide grin on your face once you stopped in front of a very familiar studio door.

You had just finished helping create a choreography for an idol group, a whole day of repeating dance moves and drawing positions on papers. 

Your out was supposed to be at 7, but you had done overtime with the intent to clear your schedule tomorrow. You would have to do overtime on Monday again, but that didn’t matter right now.

All that matters was the boy behind this door who was working just as hard as you are.

Inside, Chan was hunched over his desk, headphones in, hand cramping as he furiously jots down some notes. 

He wasn’t required to stay in, no, he could’ve left hours ago and be asleep right now. But going home without you always bothered him, so he had decided to stay until his girlfriend was finished. 

He knew you felt the same, though. You once told him that you would just be tossing and turning in bed if you went home without him. When the tables are turned and he was the one doing the overtime, you would doze on a chair beside him while he worked, or spend some time at the studio yourself.

Chan had checked the time just a few minutes ago, and he knew that you were already on your way here. Unfortunately, he had made the mistake of starting on a new project while waiting, so it would bother him if he left this unfinished while he rested at home. 

So now he was cramming, rushing to finish at least a draft. 

 You, on the other side of the door, didn’t bother with knocking, and just pushed the door open slowly. 

 Your eyes immediately find your boyfriend’s busy form; Chan’s hair was covered by a reversed snapback, basketball short clad legs tucked Indian style on top of his chair. 

 You feel a tug on your heartstrings as you watch Chan work hard for the sake of a free day tomorrow, a free day for you two.

 You smile at the way Chan taps the pen on the desk to an unfamiliar beat or taps it to the snapback on his head, before going back to writing again. 

 Chan also does these annoyed puffs of breath every few seconds, something you found to be very endearing ever since the first day you met. 

 When Chan groans in frustration, you finally walk inside and shut the door behind you, dropping your duffel bag on the floor.

 Chan freezes and stops writing when he feels arms wrapping around his neck, but the feeling is immediately gone when his brain registers that it’s his baby. 

 You press small close mouthed kisses on Chan’s cheek before you nuzzle your head against the crook between Chan’s neck and shoulder, and a smile blooms on Chan’s face.

 “Sorry,” Chan mutters, yanking his earphones down when you stop kissing him and pull away. You don’t answer. Instead, you remove Chan’s snapback from his head and card your fingers through his hair gently. 

 Chan sighs contentedly, eyes slipping shut as he leans his head back on the chair, following the flow of your fingers. He opens his eyes again when you lean down and press a kiss to his lips, 

 his nose, 

 and then his forehead. 

 You grin at him, and despite being in an unflattering upside down angle, Chan thinks you look absolutely gorgeous like this.

 Barefaced, happy, and in love.

 “It’s okay, Channie,” you finally say, after seconds of just gazing at each other lovingly passes. “I know you’re doing it for our vacation, anyway.”

 Chan lets out a small laugh as you fix the cap back on his head. “It’s just two days, baby.” 

 “Two days of sleeping, eating, and maybe some sex? I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a heavenly vacation to me.” You babble unashamedly, hands sliding down Chan’s torso to massage his pecs— making him squirm and laugh— before you slide them up again to massage his shoulder joints. 

 Chan sighs as he lets the feeling of your fingers relieving the aches wash over him, but then he catches sight of the mess of papers on his desk, and a frustrated frown replaces his smile.

 “Will you wait for me?” Chan asks hopefully. Though deep inside, he kind of already knew the answer.

 Still, his heart starts to beat too fast and his stomach fills with too many butterflies when you wrap your arms around his neck again, pressing your cheek against Chan’s own as you mutter, “of course. You know I always will.”

 And then you seal the promise with a kiss. Chan pretends he doesn’t chase after your lips when you pull away.

 He goes back to work with you still wrapped around him, and after a few moments, you start to shift. Chan’s free hand quickly darts up to your arms that are slowly loosening, so you stay still, alarmed. 

 “Stay.” Chan mumbles distractedly, eyes darting hurriedly across the papers. It’s selfish, yes, making you stand behind him for God knows how long, but Chan had always worked better when you were this close. 

 You would have seen the embarrassed blush that dotted across Chan’s cheeks if you weren’t so flustered yourself, hiding your face in Chan’s shoulder blades again when you fail to suppress a wide grin. 

 So you busy yourself with basking in Chan’s warmth instead, squeezing Chan tight every once in a while just to see him squirm and attempt to glare at you. 

 Suddenly, all your sore muscles from dancing were gone, and you were content to stand behind your boyfriend for as long as he wanted you to. 

 When Chan is finally finished and you’ve shut off all the lights, locked the door and gathered all your belongings— Chan throws an arm around your shoulder while you wrap your own arm around your boyfriend’s waist. 

 You both giggle, talk in stage whispers, and stumble down the corridor like drunken fools despite being completely sober. You hold onto each other like it was your last time to do so, as if you were reassuring yourselves that the other is still there.

 For extra measure, Chan presses his lips against your temple, whispering a sweet “I love you, Y/N. So so, so much.” that only the two of you could hear as you go out into the cold night, wrapped in each other’s warmth. 

 The streetlights look like stars in his eyes, and you ask yourself again how lucky you are to have fallen in love with Bang Chan.

Saturday - 2:54 pm

 3:16 am, you and Chan are pressed against each other as you settle into a deep sleep, blankets tucked around your bodies to shield yourselves from the cold. 

 4:23 am, you accidentally kick the blanket off the bed, leaving the both of you exposed to the cold temperature of the room. You shiver in your sleep. 

 Chan wakes up long enough to grumble about the blanket and do a half assed search around the room, just to end up pulling you closer to his chest and wrap both his arms around you. It doesn’t do much for Chan himself, but you stop shivering then, so Chan falls back asleep with a smile on his face.

 8:44 am, Chan’s phone rings. The ringtone almost rivals Chan’s snores, and the combination of the two sounds force you to wake up, annoyed. Chan was in the middle of the bed, arms and legs splayed out, while you were on top of him, cheek pressed against his chest. 

 You only have the energy to lift your head up, glare at the sun peeking from behind the curtain and at Chan’s phone, before you drop your head back on Chan’s chest heavily, startling the said boy awake. 

 Chan stops mid snore and the sound is so funny that you feel a smile tug on your lips, but then his  phone rings again.

 “Yah, Chan-ah,” you whine, wiggling upwards to bury your face in Chan’s neck. “Make it stop.”

 “Sorry babe,” Chan groans, trying to blink the sleep away from his eyes as he cups the back of your head. His free hand reaches for his phone on the nightstand, pressing it to his ear after 3 sad attempts of hitting the answer button. 

 Your hearing is muffled because of your position and Chan’s hand covering your head, and you only manage to hear a “no, no, we can’t, we’re sleeping in. Sorry Bin,” before you drown out the conversation entirely, the vibrations of Chan’s voice lulling you back to sleep. 

 Finally, at 2:54 pm, you wake up again, but this time you’re really awake. 

 Your stomach is grumbling and you’re so hungry it‘s starting to hurt. You try to move, but find yourself unable to because of the limbs restricting from doing so.

 This time, one of Chan’s legs is on top of you, covering your lower half entirely. Chan’s head is lying on the pillow, and there’s drool on his chin and it’s gross, so you use the sleeve of your shirt to wipe it quickly. Thankfully he didn’t drool on your hair.

 Chan’s holding your other arm to his own chest as if it was a teddy bear, his body curled into your side snugly. When you lean back slightly to take a proper look at him, Chan’s nose twitches like a rabbit and the grip on your arm tightens. You snort.

 “Chan. Channie,” you mutter before you bury your face in Chan’s hair, squeezing the sleeping boy in an attempt to wake him up gently. 

 Chan lets out a grunt, but doesn’t do much to prove he’s really awake. You sigh. 

 What the hell are you supposed to do now?

 It takes you more than a few attempts, but you finally release your arm from Chan’s grip. However, just when you were about to start working on his leg, Chan suddenly slips his own arm under you, turning you over so you end up on top of him again. He does it so easily that it startles you, cheeks burning red at the sudden display of strength.

 “It’s our day off, give me one more hour.” Chan grumbles. He was still half asleep so most of his sentence was incoherent, but if anyone was an expert in sleepy Chan language, it was you.

 You glance at the wall clock on the other side of the room, grimacing once you realize why you were starving. “Shit. We really wasted the whole day away by sleeping, dude. It’s 3 pm.”

 “Stop calling me dude.” He huffs. “And it’s a vacation, Y/N. Let me sleep. Let us sleep.” 

 You pout when you get your own words thrown back at you, and then it’s as if Chan has a sixth sense for your pouting, because he’s suddenly lifting his head up to press a kiss to your chin, eyes still closed.

 You’re guessing he was aiming for your lips, but he was fighting a hard battle between properly kissing you and falling back asleep. It was endearing.

 “Love you,” Chan mutters groggily, and was about to drop his head back on the pillow when you stop him with a proper kiss to the lips. It’s a very awkward angle, but you both blush and giggle as if it’s your first kiss.

 “Mmmmhm,” Chan pulls away after a few seconds of close mouthed kisses, eyes now blinking open as he frowns at you. “Don’t kiss me. Morning breath.”

 You giggle, leaning up on your elbows to take a proper look at him, heart squeezing at the way his lips were pouted. His bed head looked like a bird’s nest and his eyes were swollen. You couldn’t resist pressing another peck to his lips at the sight.

 “But I just did.” You grin, cupping Chan’s cheek as you press small, rapid kisses on his face. “Besides, it’s afternoon.”

 Chan rolls his eyes, pretending as if he wasn’t chasing your lips with every kiss. And you giggle again, because you were giddy that Chan is finally awake and you were in love with him, and those two don’t really connect, but whatever. 

 Barely a minute passes before Chan’s eyes start to slip shut again, and it’s only then that you realize you’ve been running your hand through your boyfriend’s hair unconsciously.

 “The day’s over, anyway,” Chan places a hand at the back of your head, gently leading you to his neck. He presses a kiss to your forehead then yawns, fingernails scratching your scalp gently to lure you into going back to sleep. “Let’s just stay in bed.”

 And you, you were so tempted to say yes, especially with how warm and comfortable you were in the love of your life’s arms, but then your stomach starts to wail like a dying animal, and both you and Chan wince.

 “Chan-“

 “I heard it.”

 You laugh, a loud, refreshing sound that makes Chan’s heart pump wildly, and you feel his lips form into a smile when he presses a kiss to your forehead again, longer this time.

 Chan then wraps both of his arms around your waist, turning you both over to the side. Your arms come up to lock around Chan’s neck, and your eyes meet when you look up. 

 Chan’s eyes were twinkling, and you’re not so sure if it’s because of the light behind you.

 “Hello,” Chan says casually, and you make a sound between huffing and laughing.

 “Will you at least let me go so I can make breakfast?”

 “It’s already afternoon,” Chan half-heartedly reasons, his arms tightening around you as he leans down to press another kiss to your nose.

 “Breakfast time is any time. Whoever thinks otherwise should be jailed.” 

 Chan ignores you, busy pressing a few more pecks to your cheeks, nudging your nose with his own. 

 You whine. “Come on, baby. You need to eat. I know you’re hungry too.”

 And Chan is, but he doesn’t want to leave the bed yet. He’s not pouting, he swears he isn’t, but he knows he’s making a face because you were smiling all amusedly at him again, like you were surprised he was acting this way.

 Who could blame him, really? He had a whole day off, a beautiful girl in his arms, and unlimited kisses to give and receive. Why would he leave this warm bubble without a fight?

 Chan tightens his grip and rolls again, and you were getting out of breath from laughing and trying to push him away. Your boyfriend pins you down on the bed, holding your hands above your head and intertwining your fingers together.

 “Hello,” Chan says again, grinning down at your flushed face.

 The sudden displays of strength kept catching you off guard, and your face was reddening for a multitude of reasons.

 “Hi,” you reply, albeit breathlessly, and you tilt your head up as a way of asking for a kiss. 

 Chan leans down slowly, too slowly for your liking, so you groan loudly. Chan laughs but finally presses your lips together, subconsciously loosening his grip on your hands. You free them from his grasp to cup his cheeks. 

 You can feel Chan smile against your own lips, and you only go as far as nibbling on the other’s bottom lip before you decide something and push him back.

 “Y/N,” Chan whines, chasing after you again, but you stop him with a finger to his chest and a quick peck to the lips. He stops, clearly confused.

 You push him back further, making him fall onto his side. He seems to catch on when you start straddling him, knees on other sides of his hips.

 “Oh.” Chan gapes, eyes blinking up at you stupidly. You laugh.

 “Yeah, oh.” 

 You drag the hem of his shirt up, deliberately scratching your nails against the hard muscles of his abs. Chan groans at that, hips bucking up involuntarily.

 As he busies himself with taking his shirt off properly, you start to press open mouthed kisses down his chest, tongue laving against the prominent lines of his stomach. You start sucking near the navel, leaving a big, deep purple hickey that contrasts heavily against his pale white skin.

 Chan hadn’t said anything since you started, but he was leaning back on his elbows, dark eyes following your every move. You felt the way his eyes followed the curve of your body as you adjusted to kneeling so you could move further down, making you shiver. It was almost like he was touching you with how intense his stare was. But his hands stayed at his sides, calm and waiting to strike.

 You knew that would change soon.

 There was already a noticeable bulge by the time you got down to his crotch, making you bite back a smile. You know Chan could feel your amusement because he uses his feet to tickle you at your side, making you laugh.

 “Get on with it, pretty.” His tone was playful, but his hooded eyes were saying otherwise.

 You listened obediently though, because at the end of the day, all you really wanted was to be good for Chan. All you wanted was to pleasure him, to make him feel good, to let him know that you wanted him to be happy. 

 And if a mindblowing orgasm from a morning wood blowjob was the way to success… well.

 You don’t waste any time in taking off his boxers, desperate to see the cock you loved. It wasn’t a secret that you were a bit of a cockslut, but it was technically Chan’s fault. When he slid his cock in you the first time and made you cum so hard you almost passed out, you were ruined for anybody else ever.

 You loved him inside you, loved him pounding so deep into you you felt the head of his cock in your cervix, and also loved him when he took it slow and let you feel every inch— every vein that lined along his fat cock. You loved when you were at his mercy.

 But you also loved when you had that same cock in your mouth, filling you all the way to your throat. You were guessing you had a bit of an oral fixation, since sometimes you craved the weight of it at random times of the day. You just wanted his cock in your mouth, and you knew Chan was more than happy to oblige.

 Chan’s sizeable cock slapped up against his stomach when you finally took away its confines, precum smearing against his skin. Chan’s fingers tighten against the sheets when you lean forward and kitten-licked that same precum off, his cock bumping against your cheek.

 “Baby,” he exhaled, brows furrowing. “Are you playing games right now?”

 “No,” you answer, but as soon as the word left your mouth, you flattened your tongue and licked a thick stripe up at the side of his cock, making Chan groan and throw his head back.

 You swirl your tongue around the angry purple tip of his cock, letting his precum coat your tongue. But you don’t swallow it, not yet. You let the liquids fall back onto his cock, using it as lubricant for your hand that comes up to stroke him. 

 Chan grunted, bucking up into the tight space of your hand as his head lolled forward. He watches you with lidded eyes, and you tilt your head so he could feel the hot exhale of your breath on his cock. Predictably, you felt it twitch.

 A hand comes to cup the back of your head, and you look up through your lashes to see Chan licking his lips and swallowing. 

 “Come on,” he urges, hand sliding down to tilt your head up. He slides his thumb into your mouth and your lips close around it immediately, sucking. Chan shudders. “Be good for me.”

 And you obey.

 As soon as Chan’s thumb slipped out of your mouth, you replaced it with his cock, tongue flattening as you took half of him in your mouth. Your lips stretched obscenely, Chan’s girth and length stretching your mouth to its limits. 

 But instead of deterring you, it only made you moan. You already felt so full even if you hadn’t taken his entire cock in your mouth yet, almost gagging when you felt the tip nudge the back of your throat. Your eyes flick up, watching as Chan’s jaw tightened, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

 You bob your head up and down slowly, understanding that Chan was letting you take the lead. His hand stayed cupped at the back off your head, a reassuring constant as you did your best to breathe through your nose. 

 The slick sounds your mouth was making echoed along with Chan’s muttered curses in your quiet room, the only other sound being the traffic outside.

 “Shit. Shit,” Chan exhaled, chest heaving. He was always much more sensitive in the morning. “Your mouth, baby. That fucking mouth.”

 And much more noisier.

 “So good for me.” Chan whispers, voice rough and heated. He brushes the back of his hand against your hollowed cheeks, then cards his fingers through your hair so he could see your face properly. “Look at you, my cock in your mouth first thing in the morning. What a sight.”

 You moan at his words, and the vibrations that come from your throat make him twitch in your mouth. Chan refrains from bucking his hips, but he slips up sometimes when gets too lost in the pleasure. There’s an apology on his lips every time, but you shut him up quickly with a harsh suck to his throbbing cock.

 You know he’s close when the twitching gets more frequent and his thighs start tensing around your head, his hand going from tugging on your hair instead of just resting there. Chan gets quieter as well, his nasty praises trailing off to grunts and broken moans.

 Your jaw was aching, but the quiet gasps of your name spurs you on more than you’d like to admit. Because as much as you loved to be under Chan’s mercy, something about him losing his mind over your mouth and saying your name like it was his last prayer did things to you. The slick heat between your legs reminded you of it.

 His pleasure was your pleasure.

 You’re forcibly pulled off when Chan tugs your head back, and you’re just about to complain when Chan suddenly sits up and grabs his cock with his free hand, keeping the tip of it in your mouth. 

 “Look at me.” He hisses, and you obey immediately. 

 You look up at him through your lashes, suckling at the head of his cock as much as he let you. He jerks himself off quickly, using your spit as lube and groaning at the lewd sight of your lips wrapped around him and the feeling of your tongue insistently brushing against the underside of his cock.

 “I’m gonna cum, baby, shit-“ he grunts through gritted teeth, and you squirm as you watch his abs and arms flex with each movement. 

 Chan had his head thrown back now, sweat dripping down his throat and his pale skin reddening as he got closer and closer to his release. 

 “I’m gonna cum in this pretty mouth. This perfect mouth, only mine to use, hm? Just mine and mine alone, fuck- god, fuck!“

 You tug Chan’s hand away and swallow his cock down your mouth again as soon as the first spurt of his cum hits your tongue, making him flinch. 

He’s clearly torn between tugging your head away due to  the oversensitivity, or pushing his cock farther down your mouth. His hand flexes in your hair, unsure of what to do. 

 You decide for him.

 Your throat works against him, struggling to swallow his cum and keep his cock in your mouth at the same time. You were determined to milk his whole orgasm out of him, and you weren’t going to stop until he was dry and shaking. The moans Chan lets out this time are almost close to whimpers as he falls back against the mattress, hips bucking uselessly. 

 “Y/N,” he whines, gasping for breath, and you rub your hands up and down his hips to ground him. You clean him up slowly, aware that the oversensitivity must be bordering on pain now.

 Chan groans, arms coming up to hide his reddened face.  “Baby, enough, please. Come here, come up, I want a kiss. Please.”

 You bite back a smile as you pull off his cock, sucking one last hickey to his navel and reveling in his stuttered moan. You crawl up the bed slowly, kissing the exposed part of Chan’s chin; the only area that wasn’t covered by his arms.

 “Good?” You ask, sitting on his stomach now.

 “Good?” He squawks, disbelief written all over his face when he pulls his arms away. His face was still red, as well as the upper parts of his chest. “Good?! You- god, I can’t believe you. Come here, you little minx.”

 He growls, pulling you into a bruising kiss. Your hands come up to cup his cheeks again, moaning as he bit on your lips and sucked on your tongue like a starving man. Chan’s hands grope your breasts through your shirt, thumbing your slowly hardening nipples and making you squirm. 

 When he pulls away from the kiss and trails his lips down your neck, his hands move lower as well. He hooked his thumbs in your shorts, one second from pulling them down and having his way with you. But-

 Speaking of starving.

 “Channie,” you whine, stopping his hands. He freezes immediately, pulling back to look at you. Concern was written all over his face, and you would have cooed if you didn’t have more pressing matters at hand. 

 You frowned. “I’m really hungry.”

 Chan gapes at you, stunned. He blinks rapidly, eyes going from your frowning face to his hands by your shorts. “I- are you- do you not want me to return the favor? You just gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

 You snort, knowing he was exaggerating, but Chan looked dead serious. You roll your eyes then, locking your lips in a heated kiss again for a few seconds to satiate your needy boyfriend. You keep your forehead pressed together when you pull back slightly to look in his dazed eyes, still filled with want. 

 You drag the tip of your index finger across his lip, smirking. “I’ll make you a deal. If you put some food in my stomach, I promise I’ll let you fuck me six ways to sunday.” You grind down, making him hiss. “It’s been too long since you made me cry, no?”

 Chan’s eyes darkened. You licked your lips.

 But then, the next thing you know, the world was upside down, and you were being carried outside your bedroom over your boyfriend’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

 “Bang Chan!” You squeak, heart pounding wildly in your chest. “Put me down, you crazy idiot! What the hell are you doing!”

 “Putting some food in your stomach.” Chan replied simply, like that was the answer to all your questions. “No take backs.”

 You pause for a second, then find yourself laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Chan was still naked. You smack his ass repeatedly, making him yelp on the way to the kitchen. 

 “You’re insane.” You laugh as he finally sets you down on the kitchen counter, wrapping your arms around his neck when he squeezes himself in between your thighs.

 “You love me.” He giggles, looking too smug for your own liking. But then his face softens, and you blink in surprise when he presses a soft kiss to your lips,

 then your nose,

 then your forehead,

 then your lips again.

 “And I love you . More than anything.”

 It’s the softest kiss you’ve shared since you woke up, and that was saying something. You look up at Chan, dazed at the sudden switch of mood. He was looking at you tenderly, eyes twinkling as he smiled, dimples popping out.

 Your heart pounded in your chest again, beating so hard you felt like it was going to come out of you. You love him. You were so in love with Bang Chan that it hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life in his arms, just like this. Always.

 “Now,” Chan grinned wide, stepping back as he clapped his hands twice. He was looking very determined, arms crossed and bulging over his chest as he looked around the kitchen. 

 Your eyes meet, and your breath catches in your throat when he smirks.

 “Time to fulfill my part of the deal so we can get on with yours.”

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[wonlouvre]

Yayyy i absolutely love your writing!!

I would like to request a Hoshi × gn!idol! Reader angst+fluff imagine where Soonyoung cheers/takes care of his reserved s/o who has been having a hard time and has opened up to him about it for the first time. S/o is someone who can't say no easily and because of that their workload had increased a lot. But in the end they can't hold themselves any longer and breaks down.

strength | k. sy.

pairing: hoshi x gn!idol reader genre: fluff, angst, then fluff again warnings: mentions of anxiety, physical and mental tiredness (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.8k+ (i honestly don’t even know anymore)

💌: thank you very much for requesting! i made some tweaks here and there and i hope you still like it! thank you for loving my writing as well :’( it really means a lot that <3 i hope you like this!

Soonyoung was aware that you’d be coming from Japan for your collaborative magazine photoshoot. He just didn’t know that you’d be going straight from the airport at four o’clock in the morning. 

He thought he read your message wrong saying that you’re on your way to the assigned shooting location. As far as he’s concerned, the call time was at seven a.m. He had to do a double take while squinting his eyes over the brightness of his phone but when he saw another bubble pop out saying you’re already there, he immediately jumped off his bed to shower. 

He misses you. You’ve been going in and out of the country because of promotions and the chances of getting to see you has been slim to none. If he ever meets with you, it will be short because either one of you has to go back to work or has to go back to bed because there is a flight to catch the next day. It’s obviously tough. But your relationship perseveres. 

Soonyoung will do everything to make it work and you are together with him on that. So if it means he has to shower half-asleep and wear his boxers backwards just to see you, he’d never mind.

Your Japanese album tour started and ended successfully but work didn’t stop from there. You were just getting started. Before leaving the said country, you were fully booked for live television performances, interviews, variety shows and the like. It was exhausting but, it was an opportunity that you couldn’t miss out on for the world even if you wanted to. 

Soonyoung is proud of you and he will always be. Heart eyes were formed whenever he got the chance to watch your performances whether it be from a paid livestream event or from kind fans sharing and uploading their videos or photos on Twitter or Instagram. He’s even more in love when it’s in person and he gets to watch your performance plus enjoy it with your never failing supportive fans. 

However, Soonyoung is also worried because he knows you’re also tired. He knows how fulfilling it is to do what you love the most, but he’s no stranger to the physically and mentally tiring part of it. He wasn’t even surprised to catch you asleep on the couch when he arrived at your dressing room. 

Your manager’s eyes brightened when they saw him, quickly standing up from the chair to give him a hug. 

“They told me they just need a fifteen minute nap,” they whisper against Soonyoung’s shoulder as he hugs them back. “But we both know they need more than that.”

Soonyoung sadly smiles while his eyes never leave your curled form. He mutters a simple “I’ll take it from here” while your manager excuses themself to buy everyone breakfast. 

It’s a challenge to take you into his arms without disturbing your sleep because he doesn’t want that from happening. He just wants to hold you for the remaining time without interruption from other people. He just wants to hold you and share this moment of calm before the lights and camera get into action later. 

Soonyoung’s thankful you didn't, although he still felt your lips lightly ghost against his jaw, telling him that you know that he’s here. He brings your legs over his lap while he cradles your head close to his neck. He wishes to lay down, but the couch is too cramped for two bodies so he’d have to settle with this position. He guesses it’s fine with how you deeply inhale his scent and snuggle closer and closer, locking your arms around his waist with no intentions of letting go. 

Just like you, he falls asleep, completely comfortable and content in finally having you in his arms again. 

Your tangled bodies were shaken to wake up at least an hour later. Both of your managers have food in their hand, ready to energize the two of you up before moving forward with the hair and makeup. The agenda for today includes a photoshoot with several changes of outfit, a short shoot for an audio video presentation and lastly an interview or question and answer of some sort. 

Your relationship has been publicly known for two years already. Some fans have been supportive while some have been angry. It’s nothing new and it’s nothing the two of you could care about at this point. 

Countless projects have been offered to the two of you during the course of those two years whether it be a song or dance performance, a guesting on a famous variety show and even a three second cameo appearance on a drama. They’re all lovely offers and you would love to participate, but the two of you made a decision to keep the relationship private. Sure, you’ll accept it from time to time. But, it’s still very limited to one to two songs to sing or dance to together and some magazine photoshoots. Just like now. 

By far, this is the third time the two of you would be featured on a magazine cover. Your respective publicists already know how to communicate to the publishing company your terms and conditions. Questions about your relationship are allowed, but to a certain number only. The rest will be about what’s mostly seen by fans and the rest of the public which is automatically your music. 

The concept is not necessarily daringly romantic. After all, what you’re trying to promote here is the clothes. But your chemistry is maintained with a few fleeting touches here and there. In one shot, you two were holding hands and the other has his arm is loosely wrapped around your neck. 

You and Soonyoung are careful to not get lost in each other’s eyes during the short breaks in between because the cameras were still rolling. Although, his soft touches on your hand and arm still lingered. On the other hand, you help him fix his hair whenever he gets excited and jumps from time to time. You could kiss him right now, but again, you want to be careful. 

The shoot concluded faster than you thought and the next thing you know, the two of you are sitting side by side with a camera blinking red in front, ready to record the interview included in the contract. 

The interview consisted of questions that’s nothing out of the ordinary. The magazine asked about your favorite go-to styles lately, your look inspirations, a little bit of this or that, your recent music releases or favorite music releases at the moment and of course something about your relationship that you're comfortable and willing enough to share. 

But one particular question caught you off guard that you had to hold your tears and brave through the rest of the interview without showing any signs that you’re about to cry.

“How have you guys been lately, individually?”

“I’ve been great,” you quickly answer with a smile that didn’t even reach your eyes. The camera may not have noticed, but Soonyoung did. It took a lot of patience and restraint for your boyfriend to stop himself from cutting the interviewer off to ask you again how you really have been. 

Everything that was in store for the two of you today ends and when the cameras are gone, you and Soonyoung hand in hand walk back to your dressing room. It’s a relief that this is the last project for the day and you’re glad you could get some rest for the coming week.

Your body slumps on the couch while the staff pack up. You puff out a breath before closing your eyes. You wish you could yell out how tired you are lately. Work piled up over the course of six months and you couldn’t have at least two days away from the makeup and flashing lights. 

Soonyoung bites his lower lip as he settles beside you. He’s contemplating whether he should ask you now or later because he doesn’t want you to grow conscious and shut yourself away. He knows how brave and strong you are. But he also wants you to know that you can trust him and that if you ever need a shoulder to cry or at least lean on, his are more than welcoming. 

“You okay, babe?” He asks in the quiet as the staff leaves one by one. “Anything bothering you?”

You surprise him by sitting up straight and opening your eyes, welling with tears. That makes him shoot up and instantly hug you close. “Oh baby.”

You finally cry and set free the tears that you’ve been locking deep within you. You thought you could brave through this pain and anxiety without having the need to shed any vulnerability. You thought this shall pass soon. You thought you could do this. 

But here you are now letting go with sniffles and shaking shoulders as Soonyoung gently caresses the top of your head. 

He hates to see you cry. But it’s only right to let you. 

“I just feel like I’m going to miss out on everything if I turn down any project offered to me.”

Soonyoung pouts when he hears what’s been bothering you. It took a while for you to calm down and finally talk, but it’s okay. He doesn’t mind. He will never mind. 

“I understand, honey,” he assures you and wipes your tear stained cheek. “And there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way.”

Your lips shake again and crying makes you want to hide. Without hesitation, you crawl to your boyfriend’s lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder. Soonyoung doesn’t complain and just keeps you close, protective arms around your waist.

The dressing room is empty except for the two of you. The staff got the message once Soonyoung pleaded with them through his eyes to give you some time with him since you’re already done for the day.

“It’s also okay to work and work,” he continues, soothing hands rubbing against your back. “But at some point, it’s also okay to take a break for them.”

You pull away and rest your hands on his neck. “Even though I’m going to miss out?”

Soonyoung nods and leans his forehead against yours. “Yes and there’s also nothing wrong with that.”

“I seriously want to go on a trip with my family,” you say and sigh. “And of course, with you too.”

Soonyoung can’t help but giggle. “I’d love to. How about next month? Let’s go somewhere with your family or friends. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?”

Your boyfriend’s enthusiasm puts a smile on your face and this time, the smile reaches your eyes. “Let’s go somewhere quiet first. I want to take a long nap before we proceed to do anything that needs an awake body.”

“You got it, babe,” Soonyoung promises and kisses your lips.

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[chasingpj]

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

"I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 4,931

warnings: none

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! this is part one of a self-insert series I'm working on. in this story, y/n is a child of hecate, and this storyline follows the books. the current timeline here is post sea of monsters and will continue through the Heroes of Olympus books. though it follows the original plot, y/n has her own storyline and quests. i tried to make y/n gender-neutral but as I continued to work on the timeline for this project, i had decided that this fic is for a fem reader. guys, this is really just me projecting my fantasy into fanfiction lol. i feel like this is a slow start?? and there is a lot of info dumped in this so bear with me. it'll get better and I'll be working to improve my writing as the series continues. I was on a writing hiatus for a really long time and I'm out of practice so this is my way to get back and hopefully, exceed the skills I had when I was a consistent writer. anyways, if you have any feedback, let me know! I'd love to hear what you think. as i get deeper into the series, i might ask for some suggestions on what to do with the fic. anyways, i'll stop rambling and i hope you like it!

Part One Part Two

You ignore the aching in your neck as your focus is fixed on the herbology book in front of you. You’ve been seated at your desk for Zeus knows how long reading and taking notes in your Book of Shadows, determined to finish reading it as fast as possible. Your half-brother, Alabaster, insisted that you need to memorize all the herbs and their properties before he can properly teach you how to use them in potions. Even though you understand its importance, you hated introductory work. You are itching to get to the real stuff, resulting in you glued to your chair, studying through the night as your cabin mates were fast asleep in their beds. But as determined as you are, Ambrose, your familiar, wasn’t much help. Ambrose whines as he rubs his head against your legs like a needy kitten, making it difficult to ignore him.

“What is it, Ambrose?” You whisper, sitting back in your chair in defeat. You take a second to massage the back of your sore neck before turning to face the translucent hound sitting attentively at your side. His tail sweeps the floor as it wags excitedly, and a short huff leaves his snout as if he was proud to have finally gotten your attention.

Your eyes meet his, racking your mind to figure out what Ambrose needs to tell you. At first, you thought he wanted to play, but you didn’t have time for that, so you decided to ignore him. Usually, after being ignored for a while, Ambrose will give up, finding something else to occupy him. But tonight, he was particularly persistent, and he’s only like this when he needs to tell you something.

Before you can ask what he wanted again, Ambrose gets up from his seated position, running over to the small table that stands beside your bed. You furrow your eyebrows, the first thing you notice when you walk over are your crystals neatly placed in front of your spell books as usual. Seeing them made you suddenly remember what you had planned to do.

You had told Ambrose to remind you to charge your crystals and collect water from the lake since there is a full moon tonight and of course, Ambrose being your loyal companion, did exactly that. Before looking down at the hound, who now is breathing heavily, his tail somehow wagging faster than before, you smile to yourself.

“I told you to remind me earlier, didn’t I?” Ambrose snorts and runs around your feet enthusiastically. You couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement as you reached down to pat his head. “Good boy. What would I do without you?” You continue to praise him, grabbing a black pouch and carefully placing the crystals in it. You put your index finger to your lips, signaling Ambrose to be a little quieter despite his excitement. If he accidentally wakes anyone up, then you definitely weren’t going to be able to fulfill your plans.

You bite your bottom lip as you tiptoe out of the aisle between the bunks. You look around the notoriously cramped Hermes Cabin to make sure your assumption that everyone was asleep by now was correct. It wasn’t hard to make out the faces of your cabin mates since seeing clearly in the dark was one of your many gifts, so you carefully walked along the bunks, being as quiet as you could. You are especially cautious as you approach the front where your cabin leaders, the Stoll brothers, slept. You study them for a second, knowing for sure Travis was asleep since he was snoring and loudly at that. Before you can check if Connor is asleep, you hear him shifting in his bed. You stand frozen in your spot, hesitantly looking over and you were expecting to be met with the usual mischievous grin. Instead, his back was towards you now. You have a feeling in your gut that he wasn't asleep, the timing of his moving was much too convenient. You really didn't want to wait any longer though so you decide that you might as well leave before he could stop you.

You turn on your heels, walking over to the window before you push it open. You cringe softly as the hinges creak, and you look back at the cabin to double-check if anyone has woken up from the sound. You sigh in relief when you see no one has moved, and you turn back to the window, carefully crawling out of it. This wasn’t unusual for you. You’ve done this so many times that using windows as a mode of exiting and entering a room was as natural to you as walking in and out of a door, and soon you were hopping down onto the grass. Your back is pressed against the cabin as you walk the side of it. You look up at the trees and the sky, eyes scoping around for any harpies hanging around. After deeming that you were alone, you begin making your way to the lake, Ambrose walking by your side attentively and cautiously to make sure you are safe.

The night was clear; the stars and especially the moon shone brightly in the sky. You sigh softly, taking in the stillness of the night, admiring the glistening lake reflecting the full moon placed above it. You’ve always enjoyed how quiet and cool the nights were, preferring it more than the daytime.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t avoid it as much as you wish to. Most of your siblings can agree with you that they’d prefer to sleep in most days so that they can study and practice their magic at night. However, that wasn’t the schedule of the Hermes Cabin. It was pretty impossible to sleep in since the mornings were always hectic. In fact, the cabin was just hectic, period. There was always something going on, whether it was an elaborate prank or the guys arguing over who gets to shower first after coming back from training which usually resulted in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. You can’t say that you didn’t like it; at least you were entertained.

You also always had someone to talk to, and because there were often new campers coming in and out of there, you have easily familiarized yourself with a lot of the kids at camp. However, like your mother, you did enjoy and yearn for the occasional periods of solitude. As fun as living with the Hermes kids was, you and your siblings did find yourselves getting a little irritable at their shenanigans. It was at those times, you did wish that your mother, Hecate, had a designated cabin.

You and your siblings had always said if they ever got a cabin of their own, they would make sure everyone had separate rooms and would have designated spaces to socialize and practice their magic so that it was quiet for the most part. Alabaster, especially, was really passionate about this topic. He complained how it didn’t make sense that your mother wasn't recognized since you and your siblings were a powerful little bunch. You all needed a space to practice your magic and practice preferably at night since you were the most powerful at that time of day; you were also less prone to making mistakes in your spell casting at night. You agreed with him and would get upset about it sometimes, but the Hermes Cabin was a place you considered to be a second home. The communal feel of the space was something you enjoyed, it was one of the few places where you felt fully accepted which was rare to find being a demi-god with abilities like yours. In return to the Hermes Cabin welcoming you with open arms, you accept the inconveniently loud environment as an admirable quirk and went on with your days.

Then to compensate for the lack of silence and solitude, you would often stay up late, taking advantage of the quiet to focus on your studies. Even if you had to sacrifice the amount of sleep you got, you felt like it was worth it.

It doesn’t take you long to arrive at the dock, sitting down close to the end with your legs folded under you. You first collect lake water in a jar before carefully taking out the pouch's crystals. Assuming you had only a few left in the pouch after laying most of them on the dock, you tilt it with your hand under it, only for the crystals to come out all at once. You fumble, hands trying to bring them to your chest, but with your luck, one of your crystals falls right into the water with a plop.

“Dammit!” You peer over the edge and groan, Ambrose whining at your misfortune as he stands beside you. You look down at the water, noticing Ambrose’s and your dim reflection in it. There was no way you could get that crystal now because you didn't know how to swim, and you consider that maybe tomorrow you can convince your twin brother, Atticus, to look for it or Alabaster if Atticus refused, which you were expecting him to.

Your breath hitches at the back of your throat, jumping back as a head of dark hair abruptly pops up from right where you were staring. Ambrose barks loudly next to you, equally as startled, and your eyes widen. You stand up hastily at the realization that Ambrose's loud barks in the dead of night will catch the attention of the harpies, and right now, that was more important to you than the mysterious person that just sprouted up in the water like a zombie coming out of a grave.

“Shush! Ambrose, quiet!” Your frantic command was enough to make him stop with a whine, and you sigh shakily, turning towards the camp to check if there were any harpies.

“I think you dropped something.” Ambrose moves in front of you protectively, a low growl coming from his chest as he cautiously studies the person. You look back where the voice came from and to your surprise and your relief, you find that the mysterious person in the lake was no other than Percy Jackson. You never had a conversation with him before, but you definitely knew about him. It was kind of hard not to know who he is since he’s been the talk of the camp since he’s arrived. Your thoughts about him weren’t any different from most of the camp. You’ve seen him fight and use his powers during capture the flag, and you were just as impressed as everyone else. You did have to admit that you found him to be pretty cute too. His eyes were gorgeous, clear, and bright like a shallow, cyanic sea. You also found it adorable how his hair always looked a little disheveled.

Your (e/c) eyes met Percy’s green ones before looking at your rose quartz in his hand. You smile sheepishly, noticing the amused look on his face.

“Ah, yeah, that’s mine.” You walk over to him, but as you get closer, so does Ambrose, and his growls get louder. "Ambrose, heel. It's okay," you say softly, and he stops in his place, but his stance is still at alert, his eyes watching Percy cautiously. You pat Ambrose's head before walking past him and over to Percy. "Thanks," you smile, taking your rose quartz from his hand.

"No problem… I don't think your ghost dog likes me," Percy jokes, moving to look past your legs at Ambrose, who’s standing tall on your left side.

"Yeah, well, you kinda scared the crap out of us," you point out, amused. You take in Percy's goofy smile as he pulls himself up from the water, and you notice that he’s completely dry as he settles on the edge before turning his body to look at you.

“It’s y/n, right?” He asks, and you nod, figuring he’s probably heard about you in passing from Connor and Travis since he was friends with them too. “What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you retort playfully, making him smile. You move to sit down where you were standing. You spread the crystals neatly on the wood, making a mental note to get them before you go to bed.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out here to hang out, but then a hippocampus swam up. One of its friends got stuck in a fisher's net not too far from here, so I went to help," he explains, and you nod. "I told you my excuse, so what's yours?"

You hum, "It's a full moon out tonight, so I thought I should take my crystals out. I also needed moon water for a potion, so I collected some for that," you point over at the big mason jar full of lake water. "It’s not as cool as your excuse,” you say playfully.

A short laugh comes from Percy, and when you look up from your crystals, you notice he was looking at Ambrose again, who was still in his tense stance. Ambrose was especially protective of you and Atticus, and it wasn’t unusual for him to be cautious of the new people you come across. You assumed that Ambrose was particularly tense with Percy since he had successfully caught you both by surprise.

"Ambrose, relax.” You pat the top of his head to soothe him. "Lay down." Ambrose whines, licking your hand affectionately for a little, and you can tell he was still uneasy about the other. He was hesitant, but he follows your command anyway, laying down with his head on your lap.

"You can touch him?" Percy asks, his eyes wide and curious as he watches you pet Ambrose.

"Yeah, I can touch ghosts in general. My mother is Hecate, goddess of necromancy, along with magic, the night and the moon," you tell him. "This is Ambrose. My mother gifted him to me to be my familiar, kinda like a guardian." You look down at the hound, smiling softly as you scratch behind his ear softly.

Ambrose is a burly Molossian Hound who lived in the time of Alexander The Great. From what your father told you, his breed was well valued in Ancient Greek and Roman times and was often used in war. It is easy to understand why the breed was used in war. Ambrose is huge and muscular, about 6 feet tall when he stands on his hind legs, and he weighs around 200 pounds. At first, Ambrose can come off as a little intimidating. You remember how your siblings had avoided him when you first arrived at camp before they realized that he was the clearest definition of a gentle giant. Even though he was trained to fight when he was alive, he was still as gentle as a well-trained house dog unless he was given a reason not to be.

"When did you get him?" Percy asks, his eyes focusing on Ambrose’s translucent body that looked like it is made up of this gray swirling vapor. He couldn’t exactly wrap his head around how Ambrose’s head was comfortably propped up on your thigh.

"We met on the night I was on my way to Camp so about 2 years ago. Without him, my brother and I probably would have never made it to the borders.” You look up at Percy, meeting his eyes again; you watch as his face softens as he shifts to lean back on his hand.

"Really?" You hum and nod, ready to drop the conversation there, thinking you shouldn’t bore him with the details. You didn’t really like talking about it much, but the way he was looking at you made you feel like he was inviting you to continue talking.

"We got separated from our father at the gas station a couple of miles away from here. He went inside the convenience store to get us snacks, and while he was in there, a cyclops had found us, tried to grab us out of his car. We jumped out and ran into the woods nearby," you explain as you look out at the dark horizon.

You remember the sound of your father yelling after you and Atticus and how it broke your heart hearing, for the first time, such despair in his voice. You knew your dad didn’t want to bring you guys to camp, but he knew it was in Atticus’s and your best interest to come here and be with other people like you guys.

When you and Atticus started developing your powers, your father had simply told you guys that you were special and to refrain from using your telekinesis anywhere else but home. He didn’t say anything more until one night, you and Atticus had gotten in a screaming match about a reason you don’t even remember. However, in your screaming match, the both of you were so angry that a green aura had formed around you both, and books, magazines, even cutlery were being flown across the room because of the sheer energy you were admitting as a unit. It was then your father had decided to take you and Atticus to the camp to control and learn about your powers before you guys destroyed the house over a dumb argument like who’s turn is it to have the TV remote.

"We were more concerned about the monster hurting our dad, so we decided on a whim to run in the forest. My brother and I have telekinesis powers, and I aimed well enough to send a rock right at the cyclops eye. We lost him a little after that, but we didn't know where we were. We made too many twists and turns; we had no idea what direction we came from. And then, this buddy appeared out of nowhere from a distance. I saw him glowing from far away and couldn’t make out what he was, but I felt that I had to follow him. So we did, and he got us to camp with no detours for any other monsters. He's been with me ever since," you say, and a low whine comes from Ambrose’s mouth as he nuzzles the side of his face on your thigh contentedly.

Percy nods, and he huffs softly, "You guys got lucky. How old were you and your brother when you got to camp?"

"12, we're twins. We actually got here a couple of weeks after you did,” you mention. You watch Percy’s mouth curve into a half-smirk.

“Wow," he says, amused, and shakes his head. “So you have a twin and a dead dog, no fair," he jokes. You giggle, rolling your eyes playfully,

"Oh please, and you have crazy water powers. You’re completely dry after swimming! I think that's pretty envy-worthy."

"Hey-,” he shrugs, taking a second as if to form a protest. “I guess you're right,” he admits and laughs. You laugh with him, opening your mouth to say something else but unfortunately, you were interrupted by a screech echoing in the distance.

Both you and Percy stand up quickly, trying to figure out which direction it came from. “The harpies,” you both mutter in unison. You bend down to grab your things, and you look at Ambrose.

"Go distract them, bud," you tell him, and Ambrose jumps up to his feet, and you watch as he runs away, barking to get their attention. Just then, you see the wings of the Harpies coming up from the trees of the forest. You turn to Percy, grabbing his hand quick,

“Incantare: Transpectus!" You exclaim confidently, closing your eyes to envision you and Percy becoming transparent on the dock. You've never tried doing this spell before, but you've gotten better at visualizing and setting intentions, so you had some hope in yourself. You open your eyes, not feeling any different, and you hoped that you just didn't make a fool of yourself in front of Percy. But when you look down at your hand hesitantly and notice it was hard to make out since you were see-through like glass, you sigh in relief. You smile to yourself, more than satisfied that you were able to pull that off.

"Woah, are we invisible?" You look over at Percy, able to see him just fine since he was under the spell with you. Percy looks down at himself, eyes widened as he processes he can’t see his body anymore. You observe him for a second, finding it cute how he looked surprised and obviously entertained at the fact that he was completely see-through. You feel yourself growing a little flustered, trying not to focus too much on the fact that you were holding hands with him.

"Something like that. C'mon, it won’t last too long," you whisper, and your grip around his hand tightens as you guys begin running to his cabin. You hear the harpies screeching in frustration as they swoop down to try and grab Ambrose, only for their claws to go right through him. While the harpies were growing more annoyed, Ambrose, on the other hand, was having way too much fun, running in circles and barking at them as if he’s teasing.

"Man, I wish I had a ghost dog," you hear Percy mutter behind you as you arrive at the steps of his cabin.

"Yeah, Ambrose is pretty great," you admit, watching him play with the harpies before shifting your gaze over to Percy. "Thanks for getting the crystal for me." As much as you wanted to stay talking to him, you knew you couldn't stay too long. You were still eager to finish studying, and Ambrose can only hold off the harpies for so long.

"It was no problem. It was on my way up anyways," he shrugs, and you smile, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You look down, the two of you still holding hands even though the spell wore off already. You awkwardly let go of his hand, shifting on your feet.

"Well, I'll see you around," you say sheepishly, fiddling with your fingers.

"Yeah, I'll see you.” His hand comes up in an awkward wave. You nod, returning the wave. Your eyes meet Percy’s green ones one more time before turning on your heels and walking down the steps of his cabin. You notice that Ambrose is now long gone into the forest, taking the harpies with him to give you time to rush to the other side where your cabin is.

As you hurry back to your cabin, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you replayed the interaction you just had with Percy, and you couldn't help but wonder when would be the next time you could talk to him.

You carefully hoist yourself up, climb back into the cabin through the window, sighing softly once you get in. You slowly close the window, your face scrunching at the creaking sound, but you successfully get it closed before turning around, only to be faced with Connor Stoll standing a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest. You gasp loudly, almost dropping the mason jar in your hand, being startled for the second time tonight.

“Oh, look who’s back,” he says, his lips pulled in his usual mischievous smirk, his right eyebrow raised as if he's suspicious of you. You shift, giggling nervously under his graze,

"Hey, Con.” Shit. You knew he wasn’t asleep, and a part of you wasn’t surprised that he had caught you sneaking out again. You weren’t too worried since Connor wasn’t one to be strict or easily angered, neither was Travis, but you can understand if he did get a little upset with you since the cabin could also get in trouble, and he worried about you getting hurt.

"You leave so often, I'm starting to think you're seeing someone," he teases, and you furrow your eyebrows, not really sure what he was trying to get at.

"I'm not seeing anyone. You know what I do when I sneak out," you tell him, putting your hand out to show him the jar full of water. After being caught the first couple of times, you had explained to Connor why you occasionally needed to head out at night. He was understanding of your reasons, telling you to try and not sneak out as often. When he did catch you, he always kept your outings secret. It came with a price, though. You were sometimes stuck doing extra chores, especially anything that had to do with cleaning, since he hated doing anything that had to do with mopping or sweeping.

"So that wasn't you and Percy on the dock?" Your eyes widen, and you feel your face get hot again. You shake your head, stumbling over your words for a second.

"Uh… n- that was a coincidence!" You hear him snort, laughing quietly as if he didn't believe you. Even though he couldn't see your facial expression very well in this lighting, he can still tell how flustered you were at his sudden question.

"Yeah, sure," he says sarcastically, and he hums, "Anyways, what are you going to do for me so that I don't tell on you?" He asks, and your mouth drops open. Usually, he wasn't so forward, and he never threatened to tell on you. "I might spread a rumor about you and Percy rendezvousing at midnight. The Aphrodite cabin will have a hoot with that one."

You gasp, "Connor, are you blackmailing me right now?" You narrow your eyes at him, and he shrugs,

"I guess you can say I am." You shake your head, walking over to your desk to put down your moon water before turning toward him and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"... what do you want?" You ask, expecting him to make you take up one of his chores. But from the way he was smiling at you, you can tell that there was something more he wanted, and you were beginning to worry.

"Help me turn the Ares Cabin into bunnies," he says, and you shake your head frantically,

"No way! Clarisse will kill me," you whisper. Connor smiles,

"No, she won't. She can't kill you if she's a bunny," he points out, and your face falls flat,

"They're not gonna stay bunnies forever," you say, and you fiddle with your fingers nervously at the idea of the outrage you'd get from the Ares Cabin after shifting back from being bunnies. "I don't know, Con. I don't even know if I can turn all of them into bunnies at once."

Connor waves his hand at you, dismissing your concern. "I don't care for the logistics now. We can work on that later, but you have to agree to at least help me," he says. "Or I'm telling everyone I saw you smooching Percy on the dock."

"What!? We didn't even kiss. We talked for like 5 minutes!" You whisper-yell, your reactions much too entertaining for him, and he was having a hard time holding in his laugh.

"Your decision, y/n."

You sigh, throwing your head back. You look at the ceiling for a second as you consider your two choices. And you decide that getting your head potentially put on a stick by Clarisse was better than the burning embarrassment of Percy thinking you're spreading rumors about kissing him. "Fine, whatever. I'll help you do the bunny thing," you mumble, your shoulders slouched.

Connor nods with a proud smile on his face for trapping you into helping him. "Good choice. I will be going back to sleep now. Good night… again," he announces, turning on his heels and walking over to his bed. You frown a little as you walk back to your desk to study. Plopping down onto your chair, you decide that you’ll worry about Connor’s little plan later so you can focus on your studying. After a while, Ambrose comes trotting in, joining you by the desk as usual. You smile at him, praising the other for distracting the harpies for you before he lays down, his head laying on your foot.

As you study, you find that you couldn’t help your mind drifting back to Percy once and a while. You deem that there was no way that you could have a crush on him since you guys have only spoken once. In the midst of your internal debate to decide what you felt for him, you suddenly remember the crystal that was retrieved for you. You remember how Percy presented it to you, holding it out for you with his fingertips. It was your rose quartz. What a coincidence. You smile, rolling your eyes as you tell yourself that you’re thinking too much into it. You look over, noticing the dim illuminating light of the beginning sunrise shining through the curtains. You sigh, deciding that you should probably get to sleep and take advantage of the maybe, four hours of sleep you’ll get tonight. You close your herbology book before making your way to your bed, and with a soft sigh, you retreat under the covers, and finally, you surrender to your drowsiness.

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#percy jackson x reader #percy x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #connor stoll #pjo x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson fic #slow burn #friends to lovers #connor stoll x reader #percy jackson oneshot #pjo #my writing

[jangmi-latte]

>♡< may i order some cheesy pomefiore headcanons with an s/o who's a ballet dancer?

➻ content: almond chocolate cocoa

➻ warnings: none

➻ comments: i've always wanted to try ballet. makes me wonder how weak my legs are. i've broke my boots one time attempting to stand on my toes :'D this was fun to write. i do be having mad respects for ballerinas.

i. vil schoenheit

➺ with him as a model and actor and you as a ballerina, there is no doubt that both of you will have strict self-care schedules for yourselves. daily yoga and workout with him during the mornings (maybe even late at night) is one of the ways you two would bond with each other.

➺ you may have your own healthy diet and vil somehow keeps track of what you eat to keep your slim figure.

➺ your diet is probably not as strict as vil’s so there are times you would tease him when it comes to any cheat day.

“look vil, i bought fried donuts.”

“get those detrimental calories away from me.”

“but they’re yummy :D”

“no.”

“come on just have a small bite for me.”

“y/n no--!”

➺ vil is a very supportive partner. he values and respects the hard work you went through just to master balance and grace. he would be there for your rehearsals and performances. if magicam had a story function similar to instagram, he would totally add you to his stories.

➺ being a ballerina includes inevitable bruises and wounds while practising. vil makes sure these instances are taken care of instantly. he cares for your physical wellbeing.

➺ dance practices with each other is one of your dates. he would catch you doing a grand jete and would smile in delight. like, damn look at his lover go.

➺ you're a sub mentor during the vdc.

➺ struggling to do a certain dance routine? vil is there to help you. we all know how strict he can be as a teacher and he’s no different when he’s helping you. you handled his teachings before anyways, there’s nothing new to it.

➺ he also uses that as an excuse to touch you (affectionately).

➺ imagine having his hands on your waist while he helps you posture properly during a certain step and then it wanders towards your stomach. the last thing you know he’s already hugging you from behind.

➺ if you’re a popular ballerina then it’s no doubt the paparazzi already caught wind of your relationship. vil would, one day, post a picture of you together and there you go, shippers everywhere.

➺ pomefiore students would be baffled by how flexible you are. you know those flexibility challenges on tiktok? you would definitely do that and the students would question if you have any bones. it’s possible you’re more flexible than vil, he’ll totally ask how you stretch during yoga.

“stretching that far back is scaring me,” he said, watching as you bent back while you sat in a front split. “be careful, you might break your spine.” you sat back properly, smiling at your boyfriend while you brought your legs back together. sitting doll-like while stretching your feet, “that’s my favorite stretching position. really helps with the back.” you stretched your arms this time, arms rising above your head before standing back up. vil simply sighed, knowing not to question the capabilities of a ballerina. you are far beyond your liege. his eyes wandered over to the shelf in the dance studio. there sat both your awards, his from modeling and acting, while yours are from your magnificent dancing. the real epitome of hard work.

vil’s mind began to wander at how far you two had gone-- until he heard a loud bang against the studio floor that his head snapped over to your fallen form. “ow…” you giggled while he clicked his tongue. “see, from stretching too much you got weaker. doing too much of one thing isn’t good.” his legs swiftly brought him to your fallen form. strong arms lifting you up bridal style towards a chair. “are you hurt?” he spoke with concern laced in his voice.

“this fall is nothing compared to how hard i’ve fallen for you though,” you shrugged.

“okay, that’s enough bonding with rook and epel,” he sighed.

“i love you though.”

“thanks.”

“vil! ow- ow okay okay i may or may not have bruised my knees--!”

ii. rook hunt

➺ most supportive boyfriend you had.

➺ it’s likely he fell for you after seeing you dance. would compliment you in the most poetic ways possible and even knows the words to ballet steps.

➺ his phone gallery and camera will be full of pictures of you. ranging from you in your ballet costumer to you during rehearsals yet in the most elegant pose you can do. you would think his wall would be adorned by your pictures too, but no, he has a corkboard just on the other side of his room with pictures of you.

➺ you bet, he’s there during your performances.

➺ would call for your help concerning the vdc since he knows you have potential that can help vil training the juniors. he really just wants you there since he, himself, gets tired from practicing yet he doesn’t show it.

➺ you accidentally kicked him on the face once you did a high split and damn, even with a bleeding nose, was he impressed. let’s not ask how you even kicked him, he just popped out of nowhere.

➺ if you were able to use a bow and arrow using your feet then… just imagine hearing a thump somewhere in the room because rook probably fell off a tree seeing that. that’s some hard ass skill to do and he just fell for you more.

➺ totally your videographer and photographer!!! taking confidence in your skills and looks considering you have to look fit and need to feed your fans with some content, rook would be your best go-to person when it comes to taking videos and pictures. he has got the best angles to capture your utmost beauty.

➺ people wouldn’t even question why rook is smiling while staring at a distance again. yet, as vil and epel had observed, his smile was more soft and sweet while he watched you suddenly dance in the school’s courtyard. he can’t believe you were actually his lover.

➺ is willing to run around and help you with what you need. leg warmers? check. water bottle? check. just as long as he gets to watch you perform he’s contented.

➺ if you have a performance outside of the country, rook would try his best to watch via social media but before you leave, he’s going to give you encouraging words and how he’ll miss you. when you come back home, you got, not only rook with a very proud smile on his face, but also vil (who apparently watched after seeing rook so immersed).

you cried and yelled awake as another cramp hit your calf. oh, those very painful cramps when you stretch your legs after continuous leg workout. rook was jolted awake by your screams and immediately sat up and bent your toes backwards. his hair disheveled and eyes panicked and concerned despite having sleepiness in them. “mon cheri...” his husky (still sleepy) voice called as you whined, feeling the pain immediately leave from the aid of your boyfriend. “are you alright?”

“sorry…” you sniffed, carefully adjusting your leg after rook had let go of your toes and laid back beside you. “that was your third cramp this week,” he spoke worriedly. half-lidded green eyes looking in concern. “aren’t you overworking yourself?” he asked. rook is, no doubt, a very supportive boyfriend when it came to your talents, but that doesn’t mean he’ll support the fact you're getting hurt and tired from overworking yourself. he has woken up to your screams of pain for three consecutive nights. he didn’t mind waking up to aid you, he’s just really worried unto why you’re even having cramps in the first place.

“maybe…” you mumbled, hiding your face on the crook of his neck, “scold me next time please… i don’t really like waking up to this or even disturb you from your sleep.”

rook chuckled quietly, whispering, “your dancing is one of the reasons i love you. but if i do need to watch out then i’ll call vil. i’ll be too immersed watching you dance to even notice.”

“rook,” you whined.

“alright, alright. now relax yourself, mon cheri. bonne nuit.”

iii. epel felmier

➺  is amazed at how high you jump and how flexible you are. he’ll attempt to do the same even though he has no idea how to do it exactly. when you mentioned it’s ballet, he went red and exclaimed, “t-that’s ballet…?!”

➺ remember when he complained to vil about the dane being meandering and girly and now he needs to do ballet? guess who he ran to.

➺ is actually quite skeptical that he may not look manly as he wanted to be but after you said that learning ballet can help with his muscles, he’s already bombarding you with questions.

➺ thanks to vil, both him and deuce already have ballet shoes. since they didn’t have to do a releve, it was just simply stretching and balance to teach.

➺ “epel, you need to look like a swan not a seal having an asthma attack.” “wHAt?”

➺ sure, you’re both in a relationship, but epel would still get flustered by your touches during dance rehearsals. like come on, he’s supposed to be the guy holding your waist to look attractive and not the other way around.

➺ even so, he’s thankful for your help. you’re not as ‘demonic’ (as ace would put it) as vil. 

➺ when he’s just watching you, damn, the admiration in his eyes was oiling your gears more. he really wants to be strong and you know even your talent can help him go where he wants to be with vil’s guidance as well. 

➺ deuce would downright be confused on how close you two are until you kissed epel’s cheek when he successfully spun without toppling over. the first year was dumbfounded.

➺ “all thanks to y/n!” he would cheer when vil pointed out epel’s improvement. man, seeing vil’s proud smirk and epel’s victorious grin-- you had to hold onto rook to avoid fainting.

➺ epel would want to have an innocent competition with you on who can spin the most without getting dizzy and he instantly lost while you’re still spinning. and you’re on a pointe.

➺ your magicam would be videos and photographs of him attempting and succeeding certain ballet routines or even just him practicing for the vdc. relationship goals and ace feels stupid about love.

➺ you would let him smack your ballet shoes (to soften them) on stairs or something if he’s pissed. at least your shoes will be easier to use. 

“shit, this is harder than i thought,” the first-year pants as he collapsed on the floor. you rubbed your nape, watching as deuce’s knees quivered while balancing on a board. “alright, enough you two,” you called and gave them water bottles. you assisted the both of them epel by removing his ballet shoes and there, your eyes softened. he hasn’t even experienced the full ballet course (like what you’ve experienced) and you can already see bruises and the evident veins prodding on his skin. 

“we’ll do some stretching tomorrow. you both did enough balancing for today. no legs shall be strained too much, who knows what’ll happen if you got injured during the duration of the vdc.”

“no, wait! i can do more!” epel persuaded as he stood up, only to wince and drop back on the floor after feeling the pain on his ankles. “see, that’s what i mean.” knowing the ice bags would come in handy, you approached your boyfriend and laid them on his feet. “you’re excelling enough, epel. do it more slowly. you were able to do a pirouette even without doing a releve and that’s already an achievement.”

you heard him sigh, watching his face grow solemn as he looked at his feet. “i just want to prove myself to vil…”

“and you’re proving yourself enough. he’ll see your progress and i can already see him being proud. all i did was guide you, you did all the hard work yourself and that’s what’s important to vil. chin up.” you smiled, pecking epel’s nose as he immediately looked away. his lips quivering to a small smirk before nodding. “t-then...i’ll make sure i can be strong enough to even beat vil! that’s my promise!”

poor deuce being a third wheel.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #pomefiore #pomefiore x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst imagines #night raven college

[lostinthewiind]

Sorry for already requesting again, I’m just slightly obsessed with your writing. Could I request another Poly!Matchablossom where they take care of the reader when they are on their period and in pain? If you want to keep the reader more neutral, I totally understand and would change the request to the reader just generally not feeling well. Thank you in advance!

Polyamorous Relationship w/ Joe & Cherry: Period Pains

A/N: okay so I love this request because I'm single AF and every time I get horrendous cramps during my period I wish I had someone to take care of me, but alas, I just have to curl up in my heated blanket alone :( Anyway, I shall now live vicariously through this fic. If anyone would like a gender neutral fic with the reader just being sick or something, let me know!

Rating: PG13

Warnings: mentions menstrual cramps and general period problems that some of us unfortunate souls have to endure once a goddamn month, mentions nudity, tiny bit spicy 

All things considered, it was shaping up to be a good day. The sun was shining bright, the warm rays peeking through the curtains of the apartment you shared with your boyfriends. Birds were chirping happily outside, waking the city with their beautiful song, and it was the weekend, so you didn’t have to go to work. 

It was going to be a great day . . . well, it would have been a great day if you weren’t currently experiencing some of the worst period cramps of your life. Because of this painful monthly inconvenience, all the things that would normally make you smile were thoroughly pissing you off. 

The sun shining through the crack in the curtains and the chirping birds acted as a taunting reminder that it was morning and that you hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep that night thanks to your uncomfortable cramps and aching body. Sometime during the night, you had been forced to sneak your way out of the bedroom and set up camp on the couch for fear of waking your boyfriends with your constant tossing and turning.

This, however, wasn’t nearly enough to sooth you to sleep. If anything, it only made things worse because you never slept well without Joe and Cherry by your side. So, after popping a couple painkillers and downing a glass of cold water, you resigned yourself to lying awake on the couch for almost the entire night, staring up at the ceiling and trying not to break out into sobs due to pain, frustration, and exhaustion. 

Hearing the bedroom door open, you tilted your head slightly and watched as your boyfriends emerged from the bedroom dawning housecoats on their bodies and happy, sleepy smiles on their faces. At least they were enjoying everything this wonderful Saturday had to offer.

“Good morning,” Cherry greeted you with a quick peck on the forehead as he passed you on the way to the kitchen to start the coffee maker. “You’re up early.”

You winced and squinted as Joe threw the curtains open, flooding the room with blinding light. “That assumes I went to sleep at all,” you scoffed, your eyes slowly adjusting to the sun rays shining directly in your eyes. 

“You haven’t slept?” Joe walked over to the couch, squatted down in front of you, and placed the back of his hand to your forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

You grimaced and swatted his hand away, knowing deep down that he was only trying to be nice but being bothered nonetheless. “No, my body is trying to rip me apart from the inside out!” You grabbed a throw pillow from the couch, pressed it firmly over your face, and groaned loudly. “I’m in pain!”

Joe and Cherry, who were familiar with how intense your periods could be by now, shared a knowing look from across the apartment. As much as you tried not to, you tended to lash out a little when the cramping kept you from sleeping or doing any of the daily activities you were used to. 

“Cramps?” Joe inquired despite already knowing the answer. When you nodded from underneath the pillow, moving the pillow along with your head movements, Joe placed his large hand on your lower abdomen and pressed down firmly. Then, without hesitation, he began to massage the internal muscles that were causing you such distress. “How’s this?” he checked to see if his actions were helping or hurting.

You sighed, your entire body relaxing into his touch as he massaged away some of the discomfort. “Feels good,” you mumbled, finally lifting the pillow from your face and setting it to the side. “I took medication but it didn’t help at all. It’s really bad this month.”

“Do you want any coffee?” Cherry called softly from the kitchen, pausing after he opened the cabinet until he knew if he needed two or three mugs. 

At the thought of drinking anything that wasn’t water, your stomach turned. “No, thank you.” You shook your head. 

After setting the mugs atop the counter, Cherry shuffled over to the back of the couch and leaned over it to caress your cheek lovingly. “Nauseous?” he asked.

You nodded. “And I have a headache,” you added, “but that could be from lack of sleep or because I haven’t eaten anything in a while . . . or simply because the universe hates me.”

“The universe doesn’t hate you,” Joe assured you as he moved your legs a little so he could sit on the couch with you before laying your legs across his lap and continuing his massaging. “But even if it does, we love you so it doesn’t matter.”

You chuckled slightly as Cherry returned to the kitchen. “Thanks.” You tried your best to sound sincere but due to your exhaustion-induced monotone voice, you sounded more annoyed than anything. 

“So you spent most of the night out here?” Joe questioned, his rough hands shooing the pain away one skilled movement after another. 

“Yeah,” you answered. “I couldn’t get comfortable and didn’t want to wake you guys. No sense in all three of us not getting any sleep just because I was born with an organ that is infused with the wrath of Satan himself.”

Joe laughed under his breath. “You really do reach new levels of anger during this time of the month,” he commented. “Good thing you don’t take it out on us . . . most of the time.”

“I’m sorry,” you shot him a sheepish look, apologizing for all the times you had treated him and Cherry rudely because of your mood swings and pain. “I don’t mean it.”

Joe noticed the guilty look on your face and immediately felt bad. “I was just kidding, love.” He pulled your close to his body and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “We know you don’t mean it.”

“Good.” You tucked your face into the crook of his neck. 

Removing his hands from your stomach, Joe ran his fingers through your hair and kissed you again. “Do you feel any better?”

“A little,” you forced a small smile. “Thank you.”

Just then, Cherry appeared before the two of you with two mugs of coffee in his hands. After handing one to Joe, he looked down at you with a sympathetic look on his face. “You should eat something, darling,” he told you. 

“I know,” you agreed. “I’m just not hungry.”

Taking a sip of his coffee, Cherry lost himself in thought for a few moments while he tried to brainstorm a way to get you feeling good enough to be able to put some food in your body. Then, without saying anything, he turned on his heel, walked away, and disappeared inside the bathroom.

Seconds later, you could hear water running and could smell the faint scent of your favourite bubble bath wafting into the living room. “A warm bath sounds wonderful,” Joe whispered in your ear, catching onto what Cherry’s plan was. “Take a relaxing bath with Kaoru to ease your muscles and by the time you’re done I’ll have breakfast ready. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.” The thought of soaking in hot water was nearly enough to put you to sleep right then and there. “The only way it could be better was if we had a bathtub big enough for the three of us.”

“I agree.” Joe kissed the shell of your ear. “I’ll join you next time.”

“Okay.”

Minutes later, the sound of running water ceased and Cherry emerged from the bathroom. “Come now, beautiful.” He lifted you out of Joe’s arms and into his own, years of skating at S gifting him with muscles that hid beneath his slender frame. “Better get to cooking, Kojiro.” He eyed the other man.

“Okay, damn.” Joe held up his hands in defense as you and Cherry headed for the bathroom. “Let a man take a few sips of coffee first.”

You chuckled lightly, seeing through Cherry’s remark and knowing he did it just to coax a laugh out of you like you did whenever the two bickered about nonsense, which he had achieved. 

“There’s that beautiful laugh,” Cherry commented, smiling at the sight of your amusement. “I wish I could do more to ease your pain but I hope this helps even a little.”

“Of course it will help,” you told him as he set you down and closed the bathroom door behind the two of you to keep the heat inside the room. 

After stripping and setting your clothes to the side, you stepped into the warm bath and let out a relieved sigh like you had when Joe had massaged you. As you sank down into the water and the beautifully scented bubbles surrounded your body, you felt your muscles begin to relax. Letting your eyes flutter shut, you basked in the euphoric feeling of being comfortable for the first time in hours.

“You look content.” Cherry’s voice was soft and quiet, careful not to startle you out of your happy daze. “Can I do anything else?”

“You can join me.” You extended your hand toward him. “Will you? Please?”

Cherry smiled as he too began undressing. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he assured you, and as you slid forward to make room for him, he sank down behind you and the water sloshed against the sides of the tub as the two of you maneuvered into a comfortable position. 

As Cherry wrapped his arms around you from behind, you leaned back into his chest and smiled happily when he rested his chin on top of your head. The two of you stayed like that in complete silence for a while, just enjoying the time you had to spend with each other.

 “We should do this more often.” Cherry spoke after a while, sounding like he was enjoying the bath even more than you were. “I could almost fall asleep like this.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you warned. “I’m so tired.”

“You just close your eyes and relax.” He held you tighter. “I wont let you drown.”

“Promise?” you joked.

Cherry scoffed and rolled his eyes at you. “Yes, I promise.” He dipped his head down and began peppering your cheek, jaw, and neck with kisses, nips, and kitten licks. “I’m here for you. Whatever you want . . . I just want you to feel good.”

“That definitely feels good.” A small moan escaped your lips as you tilted your head to the side to allow your boyfriend easier access to your neck. “Very good.”

Once Cherry’s mouth reached your shoulder, he slid his tongue along your skin as he moved back up to your ear so he could work his way down again. “You know what else would feel good?” You felt him smirk against your flesh, but before he could elaborate, the bathroom door opened and Joe strode in with a spoon of something in his hand. 

Stopping halfway between the door and the tub, Joe narrowed his eyes at the two of you. “You know, I’m feeling very left out right now.”

“It’s not always about you.” Cherry scowled, clearly upset about being interrupted. “Ever heard of knocking?“

“I’ve seen you both naked before. Many times. I don’t need to knock.” Joe brushed off Cherry’s concern and approached with the spoon held out toward you. “Does this taste good?”

Now that your nausea had subsided and you were actually beginning to feel hungry, you happily opened your mouth and tasted whatever it was that Joe had created in the kitchen. You didn’t know what it was, but it was some sort of sauce and it was sweet. 

“It’s very good,” you assured him. “But everything you make is good.”

Joe’s face lit up at the compliment. “Not too sweet?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Ahem,” Cherry cleared his throat. “I’m here too, you know. Do I get a taste?”

“It’s not always about you.” Joe threw his own words back at him before smiling sweetly at you. “Breakfast will be ready soon. I’ll call you.”

“Okay.” You couldn’t help but return the smile, feeling much better than you had earlier. 

Before Joe left, he pressed a kiss to your lips and a peck to Cherry’s head as a peace offering to make up for the two’s nattering at one another before. Then, he was gone and the sound of him working in the kitchen filled the apartment.

“What did he feed you?” Cherry questioned, running the tips of his slender fingers up your arm and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You shrugged. “I have no idea, but it was delicious.”

“Mmm,” Cherry hummed, his mouth quickly finding its way back to your skin and sucking on your shoulder. “You know what else is delicious?”

You giggled when he grazed his teeth across a ticklish spot on your neck. “Breakfast is soon. You aren’t allowed to eat me.”

“But you taste so good, I just want to-”

“Kaoru, could you come help me?” Joe called from the kitchen, almost as if he knew what the two of you were up to and was interrupting again on purpose. 

Cherry’s head fell back and he huffed. “Oh, my God. Is five minutes alone too much to ask?”

Dropping your head back onto Cherry’s shoulder, you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the nape of his neck. “Don’t go. Pretend you didn’t hear him.”

Cherry squinted down at you quizzically. “What’s gotten into you? You’re usually the one encouraging me to be nicer to him.”

“I know . . . but just this once, please?” You batted your eyelashes at him. “If he thinks we didn’t hear him, he’ll come to get you and then we can convince him to let us stay in the bath a little longer. It’s just so warm . . . I don’t want to get out yet.”

“But the food will get cold.”

Your eyes grew as wide as dinner plates at your sudden idea. “Do you think we can eat breakfast in the bath?”

Cherry laughed heartily at that. “Well if you ask Kojiro with the same wondrous expression you just gave me, I don’t think there is any way he could say no. He might even feed you if you say please and kiss that spot behind his ear that he really likes.”

“I hope so.” You felt like you were in heaven with the thought of being fed delicious food in a warm bubble bath. “It’s worth a try, at least.”

“Indeed it is.” Cherry kissed the top of your head, truly happy with how much your mood had lifted in such a short amount of time and proud of himself that he had helped make that happen. 

With your eyes glued to the door, waiting for your other boyfriend to walk back into the bathroom, you exhaled contently. Maybe today was shaping up to be a good day after all. 

#sk8 the infinity #lostinthewiind #fluff #sk8 joe #sk8 cherry blossom #sakurayashiki karou #nanjo kojiro #reader imagine #x reader #reader insert #polyamorous relationship with cherry and joe #polyamourous #polyamory

[benedictscanvas]

sage-coloured glasses - spencer reid x reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: This is just a barrel of soft cardigans thrown in your face, with just the smallest mention of nightmares

A/N: This is technically a 2nd part to ‘a shared heart’, but there are only vague mentions of it and this can easily be read on its own. I simply wanted some soft Spence in his natural habitat and I hope this can be of some comfort to you too, if you’re in need of it <3

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His hair was oh-so-soft underneath your fingertips but the thought felt forbidden. You hadn’t expected him to have soft hair. It always looked soft, yes, the small, unruly strands that he regularly curled behind his ear looked like the fluffy hair of a man who felt most at home in a library and wore cardigans. But in the line of work you were in, you were used to things having hard edges and sharp corners.

Not Spencer’s hair. It delivered on its visual promise as you slowly wove your fingers through the strands and tattooed the memory of them into your skin, let it sink into your very bones. When his head had hit your lap on your flight back home with a murmured question of permission, it had been like a magnet. Your hand was in his hair before you even gave him your answer, but it was an answer in itself.

“‘Course, Spence.”

A reassurance. His only response was a grateful hum as he tucked his legs up onto the sofa and you shuffled to make as much room for him as you could. You were slightly falling off the end of the sofa, getting cramp in your toes as you put your weight into your left foot to keep yourself in place. The armrest was digging into your hip and it should have been uncomfortable.

And yet, it wasn’t. Not when you lightly scritch-scratched at his scalp and he turned further into you, the curve of his nose pressing into your knee. Comfort wrapped itself around you like a warm blanket and you could only hope he was swathed in it too.

“Sleep,” you mumbled a few moments later, “I’ll wake you when we land.”

Silence. A rustle of fabric as he brought his arm up from his side, graced your knee with a feather-light squeeze then let his hand rest against your knee, right by his nose. A relieved exhale.

Twenty minutes passed. His breaths were deep and even, bordering on a snore every once in a while. Your fingers hadn’t stilled their dance through his hair, although they had slowed down in time with the rise and fall of his chest. Your neck ached and your heart did too.

Emily crept over with some paperwork after another ten. You reached over and took it with a nod and a smile, grateful that she kept silent too as she returned to her seat next to Derek. There was a little nudging and whispering as she sat back down, Dave turning in his seat to glance back at the two of you sporting a smirk that spoke volumes. No matter, as long as Spencer’s shoulder kept digging into your thigh for the rest of eternity.

It was tricky to complete the paperwork over his head without anything to lean on except your own hand. Another worthwhile sacrifice. Cases like this one were difficult for everyone. It was the type of case that set up camp in your mind in preparation for the nightmares that it would guest star in for the weeks to come. When you relayed that analogy to Spencer a few months ago, he’d laughed. Only someone who understood the feeling could laugh like that.

“Sorry I crashed on you,” Spencer spoke up just as you were forging his signature on a document that you’d all have to sign in time. He’d done it for you before, an unspoken agreement to save each other time.

(it was similar to the unspoken agreement to care when no one else had the time to, or the silent pact to share ‘good morning’ muffins whenever they were available, or the wordless understanding that he was your person and you were his)

You glanced down at him and were surprised to see that he’d rolled to lie on his back, just to stare up at you. Your hand was, embarrassingly, still carding through his hair each time you placed your pen between your teeth to read something through and you couldn’t imagine the angle he was staring from was your most flattering. Still, his eyes sparkled under the overhead aeroplane lights, which you wouldn’t have thought possible. It was likely a matter of perspective.

“Don’t be,” you waved him away, focusing your attention back on the paper in your hand before you gave it all away. Your hand fell limp in his hair, if only because you were too stubborn to remove it. Removing it now, after all, would only be an obvious admission of something you had been failing to hide for months now, “I’ve been told I have a comfy lap.”

“By whom?”

“Cats, mostly.”

He huffed a small laugh that travelled right the way up your spine.

“Cats are intelligent,” he mused quietly, resting his hands on his stomach, one on top of the other. A grounding technique that made you blink, “You can’t be comfortable though, doing paperwork like this.”

“What can I say? I’m a generous person.”

He hummed in lieu of an answer, but you could tell he felt guilty for the position he’d put you in. If only he could see that you were practically hanging off the seat, see the ridge that the armrest was definitely imprinting into your side, then he’d really feel guilty, but of course, that was the last thing you wanted him to feel.

(of course, there was also a part of you that dreamt of apologies whispered into your skin, of fingers skimming over fabric, of delicate kisses pressed to your hip-bone. of a guilt that melts away with each murmured confession of adoration. of a blissful atonement for a sin you’d already forgiven)

“Honestly, Spence, you’re fine. I would’ve moved you if I was uncomfortable.”

And you would have moved by now if you really felt that bad, you thought to yourself, relishing in the fact that he hadn’t moved yet, that you could still feel his gaze on your chin as you pretended to skim over the words on the page, once, twice, once again.

“You want me to take over paperwork duty?”

“I told you to sleep,” you said instead, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I did sleep, for at least 30 minutes, which we both know is good for my standards.”

His rebuttal was punctuated by his hands both reaching up, making grabbing motions towards the stack of papers you were pouring through. Knowing how much faster he would be at getting through whatever was left, you heaved the pile into his hands with a sigh and watched as he held them up in front of his face and began reading, blocking your view of him entirely. It was impossible not to feel cheated.

When he reached a section he had to write in, he held his hand up for a pen. You gave him one from your jacket pocket rather than the one that had been in your mouth, knowing that he would be grateful if he knew. When he’d finished scribbling, you’d take the pen back from him, lean your head against the headrest until the cycle repeated. Occasionally he shuffled his head in your lap and your hand would slide a little further into his hair, but nothing was said. You took it as a cue to stay right where you were.

As expected, he finished the paperwork far sooner than you would have done. When he reached behind his head to put it on the table next to you, you took it from him before he could pull a muscle in his shoulder and he muttered his thanks. Now you could see him again, it was difficult to fight off a smile. Maybe the paperwork in the way had been more beneficial than you thought.

Briefly, you wondered how many of your signatures he’d forged in the documents he’d gone through, wondered how much better he was at forgery than you, but you didn’t check the paperwork in case he thought you were checking his work was up to par.

“You just saved me an hour’s work,” you sighed happily, “My angel once again.”

It was a nickname that had stuck around. From the time he’d shared his muffin around a month ago, you couldn’t shake the sentiment off. Not only had you grown closer - bolder - in that time, you’d also adjusted your language accordingly. Angel made a regular appearance, if only to bring the dusty pink to his cheeks that you treasured.

“It’s nothing, you know that,” he insisted, that very same pink blooming up his neck as you basked in the glow, “Besides, you’d done half already.”

He was being ridiculously kind, because you’d be surprised if you’d made it a third of the way through. There was no use arguing it, because compliments were far from Spencer’s strong suit and you’d already got the upper hand using the word angel. Better to agree to disagree.

“Thank you anyway,” you decided would be a good compromise, and from the smile on his face as he stared up at you, it seemed he agreed. It was funny that agreeing to disagree with Spencer mostly just felt like being on the same book, same page, same line. Unfortunately, you couldn’t quite tell exactly which word he’d gotten to, because if you did, you might have kissed him a long time ago.

(and goodness had you thought about it enough times)

When he abruptly sat up from his place in your lap, you suppressed your whine of disapproval as best you could, but there was still a small noise of disappointment that you couldn’t contain. He smiled at the sound, face the right way up now with lines and grooves in all the right places, around his eyes, his mouth, his cheeks. Smile lines are notoriously pretty on people whose smiles are the highlight of your very existence.

“I’m not as comfy as you thought, hm?” you teased, mainly to prevent him from seeing any of the hurt shining in your eyes. He saw it anyway.

“Nope,” he said easily, already sliding all the way over to the other side of the sofa, each inch of distance deepening your frown, “Now I, on the other hand, have it on far better authority that I provide a comfortable lap experience.”

“And whose authority would that be?”

“Henry, of course, and I know you trust his judgement above all others. Come on.”

He actually patted his lap and the swooping of your chest was enough to make you slightly lightheaded.

“Are you sure?”

He gave you a withering look that gave you no choice but to scoot over towards him. Lying down, you mirrored his previous position as your head came to tentatively rest in the little dip between his thighs, as near to his knees as you could get without becoming uncomfortable. He was unspeakably warm and it seeped into your very soul.

“Better?”

“You’re not that comfy.”

A lie. Blatant to both parties as you snuggled into him a little more, allowing his leg to take the weight of your neck. Before you knew it, his hand was resting in your hair too and even though you knew it wasn’t as soft as his, you hoped it was enough. It didn’t move, save for the sporadic slow sweep of his thumb through the strands, but it didn’t matter. He was always more than enough, after all.

“Sleep. I’ll wake you when we land.”

His words were an exact repeat of your own. There was no chance of a long sleep, not with your nerve endings flaring at each and every point of contact between the two of you, but there was also no use arguing. Rest, in place of sleep, was better than nothing. You smiled up at him one last time before closing your eyes, drifting into a half-slumber that consisted mostly of vague musings about the individual notes of his cologne.

Occasionally, when you simply couldn’t help yourself, you’d open one eye, maybe even two, and peek up at him. He looked ethereal, even from this angle. It was likely a matter of perspective.

(it just so happened that spencer thought you looked positively celestial from all twenty seven of the angles he had painstakingly catalogued into his memory. that was likely a matter of perspective too)

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