#The grumpy exhale TM

[husku-u]

I have the same energy as an upset toddler

A toddler that knows a LOT of curse words

#gen z #mood #adhd #I stamp my foot when disgruntled #The grumpy exhale TM #toddler energy #I am a small child #help #original post

[angstyaches]

I'm not sure who to suggest for it because I feel it could fit several of your OCs, but maybe two of them cuddling or sleeping together and one of their stomachs decide to wake both of them up? Or something like that. Hunger or tummy ache is fine either way~ I just think that kind of scenario is fun!

Alright. I'm a bit Fond of this one and even though it’s a request, I feel like I mostly did this for Me lol

CW: stomach ache, body kissing, Charlie’s Actual Kink TM being indulged. Mostly just soft boys. No emeto.

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Shayne woke up feeling miserable, which didn’t happen often when he was waking up next to Charlie. It took almost a minute of lying there, under Charlie’s arm, staring at the far wall, for him to realise what was wrong. Besides the fact that it was clearly still the middle of the night.

His stomach felt as though it was knotted, forming a solid lump of pain in his abdomen. If he’d been alone, he would have rolled onto his front, pressing his belly against the mattress, but it’d be hard to do that now, without disturbing Charlie. He closed his eyes to the dark room, almost allowing himself an audible groan at the pain, but just managed to hold it in his throat. His stomach didn’t seem to mind disturbing the quiet, though, as it twisted and let out a deep grumble under the sheets.

Out of instinct, he cleared his throat and shifted his weight around a little. The movement seemed to stir Charlie too, because he drew a deep breath and pulled Shayne a little closer to his chest. His breath was warm and tickled the back of Shayne’s neck.

“You okay?” Charlie’s voice was heavy and lazy, laced with sleep. His hand came to rest on Shayne’s belly, warm and gentle against the outside of his t-shirt.

Pain pulsed in Shayne’s stomach, exhaustion pounding in his head. He didn’t want to relay his symptoms to Charlie and worry him; he just wanted both of them to go back to sleep. A sigh shuddered out of him as he felt Charlie’s hand stroked over his stomach. Shayne knew he probably didn’t know it was hurting; this was just a sleepy habit of Charlie’s these days. Either way, the contact was blissfully gentle as his palm glided over his belly.

“Shayne?” Charlie whispered, his voice sounding more pinched this time.

“Mmm.”

“Mmm,” Charlie mimicked, making Shayne roll his eyes. “You okay? You’re really tense.”

“I just want to sleep.”

“Sorry.” Charlie’s hand came to a stop at the base of Shayne’s ribs as he cuddled a little closer. “Let’s sleep, then.”

A loud gurgle from under his hand made Charlie realise why that might not be an option. Shayne flinched, wishing his body could have stayed quiet until Charlie had fallen back to sleep. Now he was just going to worry.

“You feeling sick?” Charlie asked softly. He sounded much more awake, now that he was alerted to the distressed grumbling sounds coming from his boyfriend’s stomach.

“No.” Shayne sighed in defeat, his ego relenting against his reluctance to lie to Charlie. “Not really sick, just… not good.”

A sympathetic murmur escaped Charlie’s throat. He pressed a kiss against the back of Shayne’s head. “Tummy ache?”

Shayne whined and burrowed his face deeper in his pillow, ducking further away from Charlie in the process.

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous,” Charlie giggled, trying to scoop him back towards himself. “It’s not embarrassing.”

Resisting the pull, Shayne groaned into the pillow. “It is...”

“Ssshhh. Relax, okay? Come here.” With one hand on Shayne’s hip, Charlie rolled him gently so that he was flat on his back. Their eyes met; Charlie’s were sleepy, but patient as always. “You’re adorable.”

Unsure whether it was the attention or the pain in his stomach making him so fidgety, Shayne groaned and threw an arm over his face. He squirmed in Charlie’s arms without making an actual effort to get free.

“It really hurts,” he admitted with a groan, letting his other hand rest on his belly. It grumbled with the next pulse of pain that went through his midsection.

Charlie cleared his throat, eyeing where Shayne’s hand was half-heartedly pressing against the ache. “I, um – do – do you want some Panadol? Or a hot water bottle?”

Shayne shook his head. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of it. Charlie was going to get worried and keep offering solutions until he was blue in the face.

“I just want to sleep.”

“Yeah?” Charlie cleared his throat again. “I, actually – I happen to know a way of making a tummy feel better that’s also been known to make you incredibly sleepy.”

Too annoyed and preoccupied by the discomfort in his gut, Shayne just shrugged without even looking at Charlie. He jumped when he felt Charlie’s hand slide under his t-shirt, but he exhaled slowly, making himself relax.

He lifted his arm from his face and looped it behind his head, barely conscious of the way he was leaving his torso exposed. In the past, he would have hated leaving himself so open like this, but it was just Charlie. Charlie, whose hand was sending waves of gentle relief through his belly as he rubbed it in slow circles.

In spite of his attempts to relax, Shayne still felt a little grumpy at the prospect of being fussed over. “Doesn’t make me sleepy.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really,” he murmured, even though he already needed to tense his jaw to stop himself from yawning.

A knot of tension seemed to relax in the pit of his stomach, the pain sharpening for a second before it dissipated. He whimpered, while his belly groaned under Charlie’s fingertips. Those same fingertips slid back and forth frantically for a moment, as though searching for the precise cause of the movement and the noise.

“Is this where it hurts?”

“More or less.” Shayne frowned as Charlie shifted his body, edging further down the bed. The sheets made a smooth ruffling sound. Charlie’s feet must have almost poked out from under the duvet, but Shayne didn’t have the energy to ask him what he was doing. He just stared up at the darkened ceiling, eyelids fluttering as he stifled another yawn.

“Mmm,” he groaned as he felt Charlie press his lips gently against his skin, just below his ribcage. Charlie froze at the sound, hand resting by Shayne’s hipbone.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, ready to abandon his new position and crawl back up the bed.

But Shayne nodded, inhaling deeply as Charlie continued planting kisses all over his stomach, slow and lingering. They left a tingling feeling in his belly, which spread through his whole body until he felt like he was floating. When his eyes started watering, Shayne couldn’t tell if it was from stifling yawns, or from the sheer, overwhelming bliss of being loved and taken care of so intimately.

He was almost disappointed when Charlie stopped and cuddled back up next to him, but he was also glad to have him beside him again. Charlie went back to massaging in slow circles with his palm while Shayne nuzzled against his shoulder, lost in the scent of Charlie’s pyjamas.

His stomach felt so fuzzy that it had forgotten it was supposed to hurt. His eyes forgot that he’d been trying to keep them open.

And when Charlie whispered, “Told you I could make you sleepy”, Shayne hummed and let himself yawn, forgetting why he’d been holding them back in the first place.

#stomach ache fic #stomach ache #stomach kink #belly kink #stomach noises #sickfic #belly rubs #belly kisses #belly kissing #body kissing #kink writing #Stw Shayne #Swallow the World #OC stomach ache #OC sickfic #fic length

[moonlights0nata]

91 with Saito/Enzan? :3c

WRITING PROMPTS (Always accepting tbh)

91. “Can I hold your hand?”

@aruuspewswords

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE FOREVER !?!?!? askld but here is The Fluff tm i was getting cavities writing it. thank you sm for the prompt aruu !!!

“Can—Can I hold your hand?” It was blurted quickly, starting low and ending in a small, nervous squeak. It startled Enzan for a moment as he glanced back at Saito, pausing the hand that had been signing documents. Saito's face was flushed, his lips slightly pursed and with the smallest of frowns in his face. He wasn't looking at Enzan but his eyes flickered from the floor to his other hand where it rested idly on the table.

It was odd to see Saito so downright nervous. He'd seemed like a shy kid, back when they'd met, but Enzan was quickly proved wrong. He was stubborn much like his brother, and he was sure not afraid to speak up and scold him. He'd always been open with his affection, so Enzan was still a little thrown off when he became this flustered.

But he reminded himself, they were both new to this sort of affection. To that kind of love that made your skin feel tingly, to feel like there were butterflies dancing in your stomach, to pay attention to things you wouldn't have before. It was still too new, too fresh, too innocent, for them to be used to it.

Enzan swallowed, feeling his own face get warm. “Y—Yeah.”

Saito finally looked up at him, eyes wide as they meet his, before offering a shy smile. He slowly rose his hand and slid it across the table, finding Enzan’s idle hand and intertwining their fingers together. The contact made Enzan’s skin tingle, like an electric shock spreading from the tips of his fingers to his toes. It was such a small gesture but one that made him stupidly happy, lips curling in a smile a he squeezed back and tried to focus back on his documents.

‘ Tried ’ being keyword here, because his mind could only focus in the way that, after a moment, Saito began to run his thumb along the back of his hand, slow and contemplative, and he could hear him faintly humming something. He couldn’t help stealing a glance at his side to see the boy leaning his cheek on his other hand, smiling at their connected hands. It made Enzan’s insides feel warmth, and he could only wonder what he did to have all that affection in Saito’s eyes directed at him, with that look that made Enzan feel he could melt or catch on fire on the spot.

“Sorry, am I distracting you?” Saito’s voice made him startle, realizing he’d been staring and Saito’s gaze had moved to him. He’s not sure why the boy is apologizing when there’s mirth in his smile. Enzan huffed, quickly turning back to his papers.

“It’s fine.”

He willed himself to focus, putting one document aside and going to read the next. He managed not to get too distracted by Saito’s humming and the way his thumb keeps caressing his hand.

They settled on like this for a few moments, and Enzan had never felt so much calm while signing and reading documents. He was much slower at it than usual, but he found he didn’t really mind, not right now.

He’s not sure how much time went by, only a few minutes he thought, before he felt Saito lightly squeezing his hand to get his attention. Enzan hummed, indicating he was listening.

“You should take a break. Your eyes are going to fall off from reading all those tiny letters.”

“I don’t want to hear that from you when you spend hours in front of your laptop. I’ve found you in the same position after three hours went by, reading the same code.” Out of the corner of his eye he could see Saito lift his head, open his mouth to protest and effectively close it, resting his cheek back on his hand. Enzan snorted. “ Touché .”

“ Still .” Saito insisted and Enzan was sure the boy was pouting without having to look.

He sighed and after a pause, put the pen down. “...Alright. A short break is in order, I suppose.”

When he turned to Saito, he was giving him one of his soft pleased smiles, scooting a little closer. “Good.” His eyes wandered over to his newly free hand before he reached for it with his own, Enzan meeting him halfway and letting Saito hold both of his hands in his. His heart felt warm at the sound of Saito’s quiet giggling, eyes creased as he grins, hands resting together in the space between them. Enzan couldn’t deny he liked the way Saito’s thumb kept massaging over his knuckles and he found his eyes fixed on the motion for a second.

He’s completely caught off guard when Saito brought both his hands up to his lips and kissed the back of them. Enzan made a small startled noise, heart rate picking up.

“I…” Saito lowered his hands from his lips and held them together close to his chest as he looked up at him again, eyes as bright as his smile. “I really, really like you, Enzan.”

As soon as the words were out both of their faces turned a deep scarlet and Saito was unable to maintain the eye contact for much longer, eyes flickering to the side, bashful but still smiling. Enzan swallowed, exhaled, before scooting closer with his chair, making Saito look up. Enzan’s face was a mix of amusement and embarrassment of his own.

“I don’t know how you can do and say the most up front things without blinking.” He arched an eyebrow. “And yet be embarrassed about it a second later.”

Saito puffed his cheeks. “I can’t help it !” He fiddled with Enzan’s hands still in his, nervous. “I lose my train of thought and just blurt the first thing that comes out. It’s all your fault.”

Enzan smirked.”So I distract you?”

“ Yeah .” Saito frowned, trying to glare but looking far too harmless when his face was that red. Enzan chuckled.

“I take responsibility for that, then.” In a surge of courage he leant down and pressed a kiss right between Saito’s furrowed brows, making him squeak and relax his frown.“You should take responsibility too, for trying to keep me from my work.”

“I have no idea what you accuse me of.” Saito giggled. “I asked if I could hold your hand and you said yes. You brought this upon yourself.”

Enzan sighed, shaking his head. He couldn’t deny that. “... Perhaps .” He leaned down against, bumping his forehead against Saito’s.

Saito peered up at him, a small smile on his lips. Enzan paused, hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Saito.”

“Hm?”

A small intake of air. He closed his eyes. “...I...am very fond of you, too.”

There’s a pause. Then soft laughter. Enzan opened his eyes, scowling at Saito. That made his laughter cease, a little, but he still had a big grin stuck on his face.

“Just--Just say you like me, you dork.”

Enzan rolled his eyes. “My wording is what’s funny to you?”

“Sorry, sorry.” He sighed, gaze impossibly affectionate. “Don’t be mad. I’m...very, very fond of you too, I swear.” There was amusement in his voice but he knew Saito meant that. “C’mon, stop looking grumpy--” Saito nuzzled his nose against his and Enzan huffed out a laugh.

“Hey--Ah, jeez--” He ended up nuzzling him back, making Saito chuckle in delight. Enzan couldn’t believe this; he was so weak for this boy, for this softness, for the little tingles in his skin and the fluttering in his chest. He’d been drawn in by Saito’s gravity and he didn’t think he could pull away from it anymore.

“Come on--” Saito stood up, letting go off one of his hands and pulling him up. “Let’s go get something to drink.”

Enzan nodded, letting Saito drag him along for a moment before he stepped up to match his pace, squeezing his hand and receiving a squeeze back.

Maybe he couldn’t pull away anymore but, frankly, Enzan didn’t even want to let go now.

#ask #answered #rockman.exe #enzai #sonny writes #aruuspewswords #this is pure fluff and i love it lol #these two....smh