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secretly-dum · 1 year

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Could I get a Joel miller x reader fic where the reader gets her period and her past partners always made her sleep on the couch bc they thought it was gross and Joel is just like wtf at someone treating his daeling like that?

Come Back to Bed, Please?

pairing: joel miller x AFAB!reader

genre: romantic fluff <3

summary: you get your period and freak out over what Joel’s reaction could be.

warning/contents: reader has a period, blood mentions(obv), Y/N is used, AFAB reader, mentions of past relationships, it gets a tad bit angsty.

additional notes: ty for the request!! Im actually AFAB(I identify as agender btw) so I can relate to this 😭

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Your stomach starts to hurt and you immediately realize what time of the month it is. You rush to the bathroom and grab your stash of pads underneath the cold sink.

Knock, knock.

You completely forgot about Joel..

“Uh..Y/N? You..you alright…?” Joel questions worryingly, thinking the worst that could possibly happen to you.

“I’m alright…I’m just on period!” You yell out nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t make a snarky remark or say you’re disgusting.

“Alright, just tell me if you need anything.” He says and you hear him walk away. Fear washes off of you, but confusion starts to settle in when he didn’t give you the reaction you thought we was going to give you. Cleaning yourself up, a cold darkness settles outside, indicating that you should start to go to rest.

“Took Ellie to sleep, she told me to tell you ‘goodnight’” Joel says chuckling softly and you smile.

“Well, I’m tired too. Think I’m gonna head to bed now.” You say as you pick up your pillow and a blanket from you and Joel’s shared bed.

“Woah woah woah! The hell are ya’ doing?”

“Picking up my stuff…?”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I’m on my period, dummy.” You nonchalantly reply, and lay down on the couch. Joel looks at you with the most confused expression ever and realization hits you like a truck.

“That don’t mean you have to sleep on the couch.” His southern deep accent breaks the short silence between the two of you. Opening your mouth, your voice seemingly disappears from your throat, and now you’re the one confused.

“But that doesn’t…that doesn’t make you disgusted? Or something? Doesn’t that bother you?” You say, barely above a whisper.

“No…? Y/N…god dammit.” He pinches the bridge of his nose making you even more confused.

“Wha-“

“I’ve dealt with all sorts of blood before. I’ve seen clickers in front of me, and those shits are nasty. You really think blood like that is gonna bother me?”

Now that he says it, that really doesn’t make sense. His statement lingers in your head for a while before you say something.

“Well- I guess that’s just a reaction I get a lot. My past partners didn’t like the fact that I naturally bled, so they usually made me sleep on the couch.” You admit, looking down at the floor to avoid looking at Joel’s face. He stays silent longer than usual and you look up to see him being shocked.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggle.

“That’s fucking absurd? No one should treat you like that, ever. They’re lucky I don’t know who they are.” He says walking to you and pressing his forehead against yours, pinning you down on the couch. A warm, fuzzy feeling enters your heart and you let your left hand trail up to his cheek. Moonlight hits the floor, brightening the living room.

“It’s not that serious Joel.” You say, playfully rolling your eyes.

“It’s that serious to me, you’re…you’re human. It’s something that happens naturally, if they don’t like that then you should’ve left them.”

Your gaze at him starts to turn blurry as tears show up in your eyes, you kiss him and he unexpectedly picks you up bridal-style. You squeal out his name and he tells you to ‘shush up’. He gently places you down on the bed.

“Get yourself comfortable, I’ll be back in a minute.” The covers of the bed get on top of you and Joel leaves the room.

A few minutes passed, where is this man? you thought, and he walks in the moment you stop thinking.

“U-Uh..H-Here..” you grab a mug out of his hands and embrace the warmth of it.

“What is it?”

“Tea…it’s from a uh..tip that Tess told me that would help with cramps..” Red tints his face, but luckily from the darkness it’s not visible.

“Aww Joel, you didn’t have to do that!” You say as he steps in bed, you take a few sips from the tea and place it down on the table next to the bed. Joel slips more under the bed and fully gets comfortable, and you position to be the big spoon. You arm wraps around his back and you feel Joel kissing your shoulder.

“I love you, don’t let anybody tell you different.”

“Joel…

I love you too.”

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pinkcarnatixns · 30 days

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leah williamson | on your side

synopsis your girlfriend gives you enough attention to last a lifetime when you wake up with your period [2K] contents more bf! leah, menstrual pain, slightly suggestive?

Waking with piercing abdominal pain and the morning sun barely shining through your curtains, you dreaded the familiar feeling in your gut.

Even worse than the dull ache of your abdomen was having to leave the warm cocoon your girlfriend had created around you while you both slept. Propping yourself up on one elbow from where you had been laid on her chest, you tried to jostle her sleeping form as little as possible. At the slight adjustment, she let out a series of angry grumbles, your body freezing up at the sound.

You waited for a tense moment, subconsciously holding your breath as the crease between her eyebrows softened back out and her hands relaxed where they had been touching your naked waist. Peeling her arms off your body carefully, you took care to watch that her even breath didn’t change as you manhandled her enough to let you escape unnoticed. Watching her calm expression, golden hair splayed out manically around her, you felt a flash of frustration at the time with your girlfriend that biology had robbed you of this morning.

Slipping out of bed, the change of temperature nipped at your exposed skin, clad in only a bralette and small shorts so as to not burn up next to your personal space heater. Desperate to return to your koala of a girlfriend and the affection you had been promised for the day off, you opted out of a sweatshirt and briskly padded over to your adjacent bathroom. What you hadn’t accounted for was the lightheadedness that accompanied the action, and as black spots danced in your vision, you grabbed onto the cold counter for support as you guided yourself down to the floor.

Anticipating passing out, you were surprised at the familiar, tender caress of Leah’s hands on your arms. Her touch helped ground you, and as your vision cleared it was to the sight of her crouched over you, looking terribly worried. Her next words were so gentle you nearly missed them, not wanting to spook you. “Hey love, you back with me?”

You slowly nodded your head, not wanting to be any dizzier, and let out a shaky sigh. “Yeah, I’m sorry I woke you Lee, just stood up too fast and got a head rush.”

Usually being the one to coo over her and adoring taking care of the girl, you always hated making her worry. On many occasions, if Leah thought there was anything slightly off with you, she would drop anything and everything to dote over you- usually meaning that her dignity was the first to go. You were constantly teased for her actions when that side of her came out at training, quick to blush at your teammates’ poor caricatures of your girlfriend’s sappiness.

Truth be told, you still got nervous butterflies when your girlfriend’s full attention was on you, even with nobody else around. However, you had both agreed to a time where you needed extra attention- your period. Leah, also dealing with debilitating cramps and other side effects of her endometriosis, knew what you needed and was quick to drop anything for you the same way you had done countless times for her.

Her eyes flitted around your body, like she was looking for what was troubling you. Normally she knew when your period was going to come before you even did, but for it to come at this time was highly unusual. “What’s wrong honey?”

“I think I’ve got my period. I wanted to just deal with it and go back to bed.” You sighed, eyes welling up a bit at the embarrassment of having to be rescued from the bathroom floor and the frustration of it having to deal with it when you weren’t due for another week.

She took you into her arms, and you let out a relieved shaky breath at her just smelling like Leah. The faint scent of her shampoo and soap helped greatly to ground you, but as she pulled away slightly you kept your eyes on the tile, shy under the weight of her worried gaze. Her nail tickled the underside of your chin as she prompted you to meet her eyes, yours still a bit misty.

Taking her appearance in, you giggled wetly and wiped away the few tears that had escaped. Your girlfriend, for all of her beauty, had her fringe sticking up wildly at different angles- looking like she had been electrocuted. To her chagrin, this had upped your mood greatly, the confused look that graced her face at your uncontrollable laughter spurring on your giggles even further. Calming down, your lips stay upturned in what you’re sure is a horribly lovesick smile as you reach your hands up to tenderly brush her hair back into place with your fingers. Letting them fall to the side of her face, you can’t help yourself but to drag the blonde into a heartfelt kiss, leaving her to bracket your legs with her arms to avoid toppling over at your sudden enthusiasm.

Pulling away, her face is left rosy at her realization of her previous appearance and at the tender act of affection so early in the morning- breaking out in a matching dopey smile. Delicately removing herself from your intermingled bodies, she stands and holds her hands out to you. “All right giggly, how about you get cleaned up and we can still have some cuddle time?”

You nod as she delicately helps you to her feet, leading your hands behind her back and letting them go to wrap around you once again- fondly kissing the top of your head as you embrace. In a similar state of undress to you, her bare skin feels wonderful against yours and staves off the slight chill from the cold bathroom tile. Reluctant to break apart, she looks you up and down once again before kissing your cheek for good measure and leaving you. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’ll be in the kitchen.”

You snort at the thought of your girlfriend’s cooking abilities, and can hear her yell as she makes her way through your shared apartment. “I heard that!”

Exiting the bathroom, you feel warm at the sight of the bed made, your favorite sweater of hers perched atop the endless blankets that are normally kicked off in favor of your lover’s body heat. Slipping it on and already missing the blonde, you’re happy to find her exactly where she promised.

“All set?” She's stood in front of the stove, and your hands snake around her middle, nodding your head from its resting place between her shoulder blades. Trying to glance at what she’s making from your position, you tiptoe to look over her shoulder but can’t quite get a glimpse. Finding that venture useless at her height and your unwillingness to detach from her to get a proper view, you nuzzle back into your previous position but miss the earlier feeling of her skin on yours.

You’re suddenly very glad for the oversized nature of the sweater she slipped on, as you suddenly slide under the back of it, making her jump at your cold hands. Letting out a satisfied hum at her soft skin warming your forehead, you’re jostled at the way her laughs echo throughout her whole body. “Someone’s clingy today huh?”

You pinch her, making her jump, and your voice comes out muffled from under the fabric. “You promised me cuddles and are now depriving me of them. Don’t think you’re so funny.”

“Come on out grumpy, you have to eat first and then I promise you can get all the cuddles you want.” She coos at you, and you consider pinching her again for her condescending tone but leave the warm cocoon you had created anyways. She turns around, resting her hands on your hips and stunning you with her sly smile that gets her out of the trouble she always finds herself in.

The content that spreads all the way through to your toes is broken when she abruptly places her hands much lower, on your thighs- and hoists you up against her before placing you gently on the counter. You yelp at the action, and smack her arm. “Leah! A little warning would be appreciated!”

The cold bite of the countertop is quickly quelled by the heat emanating from the stove she’s sat you next to. You’re about to complain further before she shuts you up with a hand on your thigh, causing you to suddenly feel much warmer. She shoots you a smirk at the way your words die on your tongue, and you half-heartedly roll your eyes at her, not very convincing with the way your lips can’t help but curl up at the edges. “No more complaints from the missus I see!”

She smiles wider at your lack of response, beginning to rub circles into your skin with one hand, as she turns back to stirring with the other. You glance over at what she’s making and are pleasantly surprised at what looks to be a pretty good assortment for breakfast sandwiches. You soften at the sight of cut up avocado adorning your beat-up cutting board, the girl forever hating anything green but paying attention to your love. Your gaze drifts back to your girlfriend to find her staring intensely at the eggs she’s stirring around, clearly trying her hardest to not let them get too… crispy.

You admire her in the comfortable silence that’s instigated by her concentration, furrowing her brow while placing ingredients gently atop one another. Momentarily, your gaze is brought to her hands as she turns the stove off, moving to dexterously put everything into place. You Blame your heightened hormones for your momentary distraction, as if you aren’t always smitten for the other girl no matter what she does.

Broken out of your daydreaming, she appears in front of you proudly, plate in each hand. You resist the urge to laugh at the way yours is teetering slightly, stacked with almost everything in the kitchen that she knows you enjoy. “Voila! A meal fit for a queen.”

Grateful for her work but also just wanting to be close to the girl, you peck her lips gratefully while stealing your own plate and traveling over to the dining table- her hand gripped tightly in yours. Standing next to her, she quirks a confused eyebrow at you as you prompt her to sit down first. As she does, you place your plate next to her, and promptly sit down right in her lap.

She laughs, but is quick to steady your hips with her hands, maneuvering you onto one of her thighs so that she still has space to eat her own breakfast. “Well hello there beautiful lady! A hello would’ve been nice but I’m sure not complaining.”

“Well I guess when I see such a handsome woman I really just can’t help myself! You can’t blame me!” You punctuate your jest with a pout, moving to place a sweet kiss to her lips before turning to your food. She melts at the gesture, frozen in a stare at your preoccupied form. At the weight of her loving gaze, you once again pinch her, a lot softer than your earlier attack. Snapping out of her stupor, one of her hands reaches for her fork while the other creeps under your sweater- returning to soothing motions over your aching muscles.

Barely able to keep your hands off each other, you both finish your meals in record time, the plates abandoned as you drag her back to your bedroom. Needless to say, she more than fulfills her earlier promise, and for the rest of the day you only leave her arms when she insists on getting you medicine or water. Falling asleep after the fifth movie of the day, you’re sure that she’s the best medicine on the market.

a/n: happy leah day everyone!! this was a super sweet request i couldn't help but to write. they are still open!

#leah williamson #leah williamson fluff #leah williamson x reader #woso community #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 7 months

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I would like to request more slasher x reader whos on the period and is just emotionally exhausted and does a fall hug on them and sighs 😞

I actually looked up period aesthetic on Pinterest 🤦‍♀️ (didn't work, I had to instead looked up blood stain aesthetic)

Ps: why the fuck did I think it was a good idea to put blood stains pictures here, and also this might be the last post for this week and the next week, since my exams are only one week away I really need to start focusing on my studies. I love you all, byee :)

Slashers in this are: Michael myers, sinclair brothers, Jason, and lastly, Billy and stu

Warnings:

Relationship: romantic!!

Slashers with exhausted reader on her cycle!

Michael

Michael sat rested on the couch of your living room. Letting himself sink into the soft cushion. This day was particularly satisfactory by far... Except for one thing.

You were ignoring him. You've stayed in your room with food and a bunch of other stuff saying you were on your period, you've explained to him before and stuff. But that didn't give you the right to ignore him. What did he even do anyway?

Deciding thinking about why his s/o's mad at him on their period isn't his thing, he shuts his eyes and prepares to pass out.

The silence and the comfy atmosphere. Not too hot not too cold, slightly slouching to his side now that the drowsiness is getting to him. Until he hears the door open ,your door open. he quickly sits straight waiting for your figure to come into the living room.

Are you mad at him right now? Are you going to yell at him? Did he forget to do something?

He sees you enter the room and make eye contact with him for a few seconds, waiting for you to do Or say something. He becomes a bit alert when you start walking towards him, you don't seem to have a bit of aggression in your manner and you just seem... Tired.

flop!

Next thing he knows you're on top of him with your hands around his body. Sighing loudly you don't do anything and he starts hearing you softly snore.

Maybe just these few times you can physically get this close to him. He takes a few breaths before his eyelids start feeling heavy again and he starts to feel less and less energetic.

Subconsciously he puts his hand on your back as the two of you slumber into a deep sleep together.

Sinclair brothers

Bo's not really the best in verbal comfort but he sure is one hell of a good physical one. He sat on the couch reading a newspaper after a long day of being mean. Having a cup of coffee on the small table next to the couch you kinda wanted to laugh. Your overly aggressive boyfriend sitting so quietly and almost innocently on the couch on a Thursday morning is really a contradiction to his usual behaviour. But the inner exhaustion is making you dramatic. Walking over to him he notices you. "What?" He questioned, not a single sound of roughness in them. Hmm, maybe he really was in a good mood today. Taking this as your sign you grab his newspaper and then fall on him dramatically, not forgetting to hug him as you do so. Sighing as you feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks a bit annoyed and a bit more confused. You place the paper on the arm rest on the couch and just continue to rest on him. Bo stays quiet for moments before he wraps his arms around your waist. "Well you could've just told me if you wanted a hug." He chuckles a bit. Let's just hope this isn't cut short.

Vincent Although can't really talk or comfort you verbally, is willing to do anything for you. Acts of service, physical touch, gift giving... Anything. Especially since you're on this painful and tiring process called "a period" He's on his bed reading a book he got from a traveller. Flipping through the pages he hears steps coming towards his room. He memorised your footsteps by now and closed his book but kept his fingers in between where he was reading. He saw you in his sight and tilted his head as to say "is there something you need?". You smiled a bit and went towards him and your body went softly crashing into his. Tightly hugging around his neck and you sigh because honestly hugging him was the most comforting thing ever. Vincent's a bit startled but rubs your back as he realises you're just tired. He kisses the top of your head through his wax mask and he starts blushing and grins when you turn to him and his cheek. He couldn't help but fall for this side of you every single time.

Lester was the best at any kind of affection. So anytime you felt the bit of sadness you immediately went to him. Today or during the cycle was no exception, trotting over to find your lovely dearest boyfriend you needed someone to lay all your love on right now. You finally saw him, Lester who was dropping by for a few days to accompany his brothers was on a couch with Vincent, it seemed they were silently discussing something. Probably they broke the wooden floor and were planning on how to tell Bo without angering him. (Impossible) besides all that, you just wanted to feel your lover's warmth around yours. Lester who noticed you after Vincent did, immediately lights up with a goofy smile. "Hey baby! How are you doing?" You instantly knew he was referring to your cycle, you gave a small smile on your tired face. You walked over to him with your arms extended and fell on him. "Woah!" He relaxes after a few seconds. He strokes your hair as you lay quietly on him. (Vincent third wheeled his way out of the room.)

Jason

It were a particularly quiet and peaceful few days camp crystal Lake. Which was a very good thing which meant a longer spending time with your undead boyfriend.

Especially since being on the flow meant more emotional draining. And although your boyfriend wasn't the warmest in body heat, he definitely was the warmest in showing you his love.

He was on a bed just resting because he didn't really have anything else to do. He didn't wanna bother you since you said you were on your period and didn't wanna risk you getting mad at him. (He would be extremely sulky.)

In his train of thoughts he hears footsteps creaking and immediately gets up, did a trespasser come into the cabins without him knowing? He grabs his machete that was on the ground and prepares for any sort of unfamiliar faces, he sees your face and sighs. He drops his machete as he realises he almost hit you with it.

You see him and stare at him for a few moments. He tilts his head and you start walking over to him and jump on him with your arms around his body.

He presses his mask against your head as you sigh. He couldn't express how much he loves you if he were honest. He strokes your head as he thinks so.

Billy n stu

You knew who to go to when you needed some physical affection. Having two people around you was more than enough.

You couldn't bother telling them about the problems and pains of your period since they're both lowkey air heads.. Just one of them is a bit smarter but definitely more sassy with a shit more attitude.

You slowly made your steps over to where you heard bickering, you saw the two of your boyfriends who you could see were talking about a horror movie most likely. You lazily walk to them, damn. They still don't notice you yet.

You decide to just fuck it and throw your body to where they were and Billy made a surprise grunting noise as Stu just yelped.

"Jesus! You fucking scared the shit out of us Y/n!" Billy exclaimed. Stu made a small "yeah!"

You just sighed tiredly. You wrapped your arms around both of them. "Well, we were just about to watch a movie. Wanna join us?" You just nodded as you felt them adjust themselves around your grip.

You relaxed after you felt Stu hug you tightly as Billy started going through the tapes with his legs around yours.

You were starting to relax until they started bickering again. Damn they couldn't shut up could they?

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moonstruckme · 3 months

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i’d love to see a doctor!remus with a reader that has chronic pain, if you’re interested in writing that <3

Thanks for requesting! I read online that migraines are considered chronic pain, so I hope that's accurate

cw: migraine, period cramps

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 726 words

The bed dips as Remus replaces the cold compress over your eyes, and you feel like you’re sandwiched between two temperatures, heating pad on your belly and ice pack on your head.

“Can I have more painkillers, please?” you mumble.

Remus’ voice is usually quiet, but now he speaks softer than soft. “You can have more in an hour.”

A self-pitying ache starts up in the back of your throat. Which is great, because what you really need right now is more aches. “Can you pass me my coffee then?”

There’s a second of hesitation, and you can hear the denial forming in it. “It’s too late for caffeine,” he murmurs. “You need to sleep soon or it’ll only be worse tomorrow, lovely girl. I’m sorry.”

He sounds it, but a petulant whine works its way out of you anyway. A hot tear leaks from the corner of your eye, dribbling into your hair. You know crying will only make things worse, but you’re feeling so wretchedly sorry for yourself that you almost don’t care. Worse isn’t something you can conceptualize.

“It hurts all over,” you whimper.

Remus makes a sound just as miserable, and then his hand is at your hairline, stroking tentatively. “I know,” he whispers. “I know, I’m so sorry. Do you need the heating pad turned up?”

You murmur that you don’t. Your cramps aren’t great, but they pale in comparison to the throbbing agony of your head. And even if it helped your cramps, you don’t think you could handle the sensation of more temperatures right now.

“Okay.” Remus pets your hair gently, callouses scraping against the skin of your forehead. “All right, darling, let’s try this.”

He takes your hand in his, and you can feel the edge of his short nail as he presses into your palm, rubbing tiny, concentrated circles into your skin. For a minute you can’t muster the will to ask what he’s doing, but then the pain ebbs slightly, and you find your voice.

“What’s this?”

“Pressure point. Is it helping?”

“I think so.” Not a ton, but it’s something. You force yourself to relax the muscles around your eyes, and that helps a bit too. “Thank you,” you breathe.

Remus makes a soft sound, catching another tear as it skids down your face. His thumb still drills into that place on your palm. It hurts a tiny bit, but not near enough for you to ask him to stop. “It kills me to see you like this,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry I can’t do more.”

“Yeah, couldn’t you get me some morphine or something?”

The little laugh that follows is odd-sounding, like he’s stifled it with a hand. “Actually, it might be worth losing my license for that. If you really want me to, just say the word.”

“I’ll let you know.”

There’s a few seconds where you can only hear each other breathing. It’s always a little bit weird, knowing he can see you when you can’t see him. You wonder, distantly, shamefully, if you look pretty. There’s no sense in asking Remus. You know what he’ll say.

“Can I touch you?’ he asks quietly.

“You’ve been touching me, Lupin.”

Another half-smothered chuckle. Remus’ hand rests delicately on the top of your head, his thumb stroking an upward path along your forehead. You hum in approval.

“If you go to sleep now,” he says softly, thumb lifting from your hand, “your headache might be gone when you wake up.”

You take a deep breath, gauging your own tiredness. You think you can do it.

“And so long as you sleep for more than an hour, I promise to get out of bed to get you more painkillers.”

“You’d better,” you mutter, and you can feel his smile against your skin when he leans down to kiss your cheek. “Hug me?”

You intend for it to sound light, almost like a joke, but the question comes out laden with all the neediness you’d hoped to hide. Remus doesn’t begrudge you, one arm needling under the small of your back while the other wraps across your ribcage. He scoots closer until your arm is pressed to his front.

“This okay?”

“Better than okay. Thanks, Rem.”

His lips brush delicately across your cheekbone, the soft bit of skin just next to your eye. “Don’t mention it.”

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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 8 months

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taedros tresdros

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part one: taedros taedros ☆ part two: taedros twodros wc: 2.2k reader: afab reader (pretty sure no specific gender mentioned but putting this disclaimer just in case!) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- also some angst and some fluff :) summary: uh-oh... you fell for your best friend taerae. but was it all in vain after he's ghosted you the past two weeks? *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ITS DONEEE! you will notice i've went with "taedros tresdros" for the title. decided to keep all three parts with taedros as the first word lol. this is the finale for this little series and i really hope you like this ending i've made lol. i am so happy you've all enjoyed taedros taedros -- stay tuned for more works soon (hopefully) xx

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, fingering and oral (reader receiving), cumming in pants, eavesdropping/voyeurism by reader but it's only out of shock/anger, swearing, lots of innuendo in this one lmao... i think that's it!

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“so, the ring finger goes here?” you hear a feminine voice ask; ear pressed gently to taerae’s door to hear better. just a few moments ago, you’d been taking deep, steadying breaths as you walked through the entrance to your best friend’s dorm building on your way to finally confront him.

something that was so familiar now made your heart race with anxiety.

but when you’d rounded the corner to taerae’s room, you were surprised to find the door shut almost all the way. usually taerae left his door wide open, even when he was playing the guitar or getting changed or sleeping. in fact, his dorm-mates told you one night when you were leaving that the only time taerae made an effort to close it was when you were over... you couldn’t hear any noise coming from his room, which made you all the more curious as to what was going on in there.

walking up to his door, you’d seen it was propped open just a bit by one of taerae’s shoes. you couldn’t see through the gap in the door, but you’d heard quiet murmurings from inside and gently placed your ear to the door to listen closer. the sound of a girl’s voice had completely shocked you. especially considering what you’d come here to talk about with taerae.

“yeah, it might take a bit to find the sweet spot,” taerae answers with a chuckle; his answer causing your jaw to drop. fingers? sweet spots? what the fuck is going on in there!?

“mmm, thank you again for teaching me, taerae,” the voice responds. upon closer listening, you realize you know this voice. it belongs to your world history classmate, jinah-- the girl who sits behind you and doodles the entire period. she’s very nice-- pretty and athletic, too, but...

you didn’t really think taerae was her type.

you hadn’t spoken to taerae much in the last couple weeks. ever since you’d actually slept together... things had changed. it felt like your best friend was avoiding you. when you’d texted to ask about movie night the past two fridays, taerae had said he was busy with homework both times. normally taerae would meet you for lunch in the student union every other day in between his music theory class, but he hadn’t come by since then. he’d barely said two words to you at choir practice last night.

was this why? he’d decided he liked jinah instead? he couldn’t face you after... using you?

taerae would never do that. not to you. probably not to anyone.

then again, you’d never talked about whether what was going on between you was exclusive or not. and what it meant to you; what he meant to you. had you completely misinterpreted this whole situation?

“and the middle finger...” jinah trails off and the mental picture you have unfortunately painted in your head of the scene taking place is enough to make you gag.

“that one’s gonna reach as far up as possible,” taerae explains. if you had known your best friend was offering masturbation classes out of his dorm room, you probably would’ve been more careful about where you were sitting on his bed.

“i don’t think i can reach that far,” jinah huffs with a frustrated sigh. “it kind of hurts.”

“relax,” taerae soothes. “it’ll feel better if you relax.”

your hand flies to your mouth to muffle the sound of the audible gasp that escapes you, but your elbow hitting the door blows your cover. you stand up quickly as taerae’s door swings open-- revealing you in the doorway to taerae and jinah.

... and revealing jinah sitting on taerae’s bed and holding a guitar (quite clumsily, if you may be so brazen) in her hands; taerae sitting next to her and seemingly offering some sort of instruction.

“you--...” you stutter, surprised and also incredibly relieved to find that the lessons taerae was giving were much more wholesome than you’d been forced to imagine for the past few minutes. “oh thank fuck holy shit.”

as the uncontrollable string of grateful curse words leaves your mouth, jinah clears her throat awkwardly and stands up; removing the guitar strap from around her neck and handing the instrument to its owner.

“sorry for interrupting,” you mumble, bottom lip finding its way between your teeth as taerae glares at you.

“no, it’s okay! i have to finish an essay for tomorrow anyway,” jinah replies, picking up her bag and walking towards the door. you step to the side for her to get by, awkwardly smiling as she calls behind her, “thank you, taerae! see you next week!”

jinah retreats down the hallway, leaving just you and taerae alone in a tense silence.

“what are you doing here?” taerae asks, rather unceremoniously. “it’s a thursday night. you have tutoring on thursday nights. that's why we have movie night on fridays.”

you nod, still leaning against the doorframe. “my last appointment cancelled so i--... i wanted to come talk to you.”

“oh,” taerae replies with a nod. “okay.”

you frown. “okay?”

“yeah,” he says, looking down at his guitar in his hands; starting to strum it lightly. “okay.”

your eyebrows raise in shock as your best friend seemingly shrugs you off. you walk over to him and snatch the guitar from his hands by its neck.

“HEY!” he protests as you bring the instrument over to its stand and place it there annoyedly (but carefully; you’re not an asshole). “i was playing that.”

“what the fuck is the matter with you!?” you snap, turning back around to face him. ��you’ve been avoiding me for two weeks!”

taerae visibly gulps; eyes falling to the floor.

“and this is how you’re gonna act?” you scold, folding your arms across your chest. “after we...”

for some reason you’re unable to say it. taerae is silent-- seemingly holding his breath as he waits for you to continue. coward.

“i came here to talk to you about everything and--... and then i heard you through the door giving jinah a fucking guitar lesson,” you explain while rolling your eyes. “better than the lesson i thought you were giving her, but...”

taerae looks up at you now; brow furrowed as his head tilts to the side confusedly. “w--... what kind of a lesson did you think i was giving her?”

you blink back at him; unsure of whether to tell the truth or not. but taerae catches on before you can commit to a lie.

his jaw drops in shock. “you thought--... did you think--”

you look down at your feet: embarrassed, anxious, and just plain sad after the events of the last couple weeks. this mixture of emotions forms a lump in your throat that you are now hopelessly trying to suppress. “i’m really sorry for interrupting. and for listening a bit. i just don't know what happened. i thought we were--... i thought you felt the same way that i did, but... you just must be really upset with me and i don’t know what i did but i’m so sorry and i really miss you so i wanted to talk to you and i just was... i dunno, i thought--”

taerae cuts off your rambling by standing up and wrapping his arms around you tightly. against your neck, he soothes, “ssh, baby. it’s okay-- it’s all okay. i promise.”

“i like you,” you confess into taerae’s sweatshirt. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know this would happen. but i really like you, tae.”

"fuck-- i like you, too. of course i like you, too,” he says, pulling back to look at you. “and this is all my fault.”

you sniffle as you ask, “what did you do this time?”

“something really, really stupid,” he replies with a sad smile.

mirroring his expression, you quip, “what else is new?”

“yeah, yeah,” he accepts with a laugh. cupping your cheek in his hand, he runs his thumb across the skin sweetly. “i thought i was the one who fucked up... by falling for you.”

“... oh,” is all you can manage to say.

“oh is right,” he says, leaning in and kissing your lips gently. “i honestly wasn’t sure what to do about it. i didn’t want to hurt you and i thought maybe just... avoiding you for a bit would make it easier for me to stop having feelings for you. but it didn’t. it just hurt you and me more-- and it was really immature. i’m so sorry.”

you wrap your arms around his neck, having forgiven your idiot of a best friend before he even apologized. “i missed you so much.”

“i missed you more,” taerae says, peppering your cheeks with kisses. you giggle; taerae grinning before attaching his lips to yours again.

“but, um,” you say quickly, pulling back to meet his gaze. “i’d love to put in a request for no more guitar lessons with the door closed, if the suggestion box is still open.”

“it is,” taerae says with a laugh. “suggestion accepted, approved and implemented.”

“and, uh, maybe they don’t have to take place on your bed,” you say, biting your bottom lip and hiding your face in his chest.

“i will have you know my conduct is strictly professional at all times,” taerae replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “but you’re completely right. not to mention, it was probably rude of me to let her sit on my bed... without telling her what it’s covered in.”

“TAERAE-YA!” you shout, hitting his chest as he pulls you toward his bed-- pushing you down gently onto the mattress and climbing between your legs with ease. “you do wash your sheets, don’t you?”

he just laughs.

“tae, that’s gross,” you reply, shaking your head as he cups your center over your jeans. your protesting starts to waiver as he applies more pressure to where you need him most. “you--... you really should--”

“enough, enough, baby-- of course i wash them,” he replies, hooking his fingers around the belt loops of your jeans and shimmying them along with your underwear down your legs before discarding them on the floor. then he smirks at you, adding, “but sometimes i do wonder what the point is when you’re just gonna get them dirty again.”

“fuck,” you whine as taerae admires you. he’s licking his lips like he hasn’t eaten in days-- and he hasn’t. you wonder how he’s survived this long without you.

“so,” he says, starting to circle your clit with two fingers. his rhythm isn’t steady though; it’s intoxicatingly teasing. “what did you think i was teaching in these ‘lessons’?”

you feel your face heat up again at the mention of your faux pas. “don’t make fun of me.”

“never, baby,” he says; a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “i’m just curious what you think i’m enough of an expert in to be qualified to teach.”

“i--... oh my god,” you say, shaking your head with embarrassment. “i thought you were teaching her how to finger herself!"

“hmm, i guess i can understand the confusion,” taerae runs his fingers through your folds, gathering some of your slick and painting it across your stomach. “since playing guitar requires so much skill with your fingers.”

“shut up,” you reply, pouting at him.

“no, really,” he insists with a nod. as he pushes his middle finger into you gently, you gasp at the sensation. “like, to play a chord; each of your fingers needs to hold down the correct string and in the correct spot. like, to play a d chord for example.”

taerae strokes up into your walls with his middle finger, causing you to whimper. “see this middle finger needs to be on that ‘high e’ string. and then the ring finger...”

plunging another finger into you, your hand reaches to grab onto taerae to steady yourself. he smiles at you, pressing both fingers firmly against your walls now. “will sit nicely on that ‘b’ string right here.”

as he works his fingers against your walls lazily, you whine-- desperate for more friction and soon. your prayers are answered when taerae inserts a third finger, stretching you carefully until he’s able to push it all the way in.

“and finally, the index finger is going to go...” he laughs lightly before pushing his index finger into the spongy, firm spot in your walls that only he has ever been able to find. as you cry out in pleasure, taerae presses kisses to your thighs. “you might’ve guessed, but that one’s on the ‘g’ string. and listen to that beautiful sound it's making.”

“did you--... did you plan that g-spot joke?” you ask breathlessly in between pleading moans as taerae picks up the pace of his fingers. “you’re the--*hic!*... worst person i know.”

the little hiccup from pleasure that separates your insult sends taerae reeling. “fucking perfect, huh? every inch of you.”

“baby, please,” you beg, self-control low after two weeks without taerae. “wanna cum. please, wanna cum for you.”

taerae moans and, from the way he’s looking at you, you know he’s just as desperate as you are. he falls to his stomach now between your legs as he says, “was gonna try to... keep my mouth off of you. show you i really like you. you-- not just your pussy but...”

“fuck it,” you both say at the same time.

lips attaching to your clit, taerae wastes no time in pushing you closer to the edge as he laps, sucks, eats at you-- one leg of yours hooked over his back as he continues to work you with his left hand.

“tae,” you whimper, hands in his hair as you grind your hips into his touch. “g’nna cum... please, gonna cum.”

taerae whines and, with the state you’re in, you don’t even notice how feverishly he’s grinding into the bed. he switches to sucking, lips tugging perfectly on your clit and it’s all over for you.

“fuck, i--... i--... m’cumming,” you moan, taerae’s name falling from your lips a few dozen times as you come down from your high. “oh my god.”

taerae is noticeably quiet; removing his fingers from inside of you, he laps at the juices that drip out of you with his eyes closed. you know he really likes you... but it’s very possible he likes your pussy just as much. you’re not complaining.

“tae,” you call sweetly, sitting up on your elbows. “baby? come here-- want you to fuck me.”

he opens his eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he sits up a bit. “um... so, about that.”

his gaze trails down to the crotch of his jeans and you follow it to find a nice, big wet spot soaking through the denim.

“are you serious!?” you whine in frustration; sighing as taerae smiles at you sheepishly.

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes with a cute little pout. “will you forgive me if i say it’s because you’re just too hot?”

you roll your eyes-- grinning at him. “i’ll consider it.”

“thank god, because i think i can probably make it up to you...” he says, sitting up and grabbing your jeans from the floor. “after some dinner.”

you laugh. “are you asking me out?”

“i totally am,” he answers with a smile.

“you’re sure you’re not too... full?” you joke, grabbing his hand in yours. “you did just eat.”

taerae shakes his head, smirking at you:

“trust me-- i’m never full when i’m with you.”

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unholycringebirther · 1 year

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john doe with a gn partner with bad period pains?

JOHN DOE X GN!READER [PERIOD HC’S/SCENARIO]

SUMMARY: You’ve got some mighty bad period pain, but both luckily and unfortunely, John’s right there to help!

WARNINGS: PERIOD PAINS, MINORS DNI

WORDS: 1,266

A/N: Friendly reminder from a real-life enby, periods aren’t just for women! I get a period, and I am a very proud Bigender individual, Trans-men get periods, and those are %100 without a singe doubt, real men, if you still think otherwise, get the fuck off my blog. :)

HC’S:

-Oh, he’d be so very worried about you! Especially if you, rightfully of course, are loud about your displeasure, he’d be hovering anxiously over you for hours.

-He’ll get anything you want him too, although he really has no idea what he’s doing, and will likely get most orders wrong, you’ll be seeing a example of that soon.

-Doesn’t like leaving you alone, his separation anxiety is already horrible on a good day, but when you’re in pain? In discomfort? He’ll cling to you like the world is ending, and honestly, if you’re in pain it does feel like his world is ending.

-He’ll give you lots of snuggles and whatnot, he’s usually quite touchy but he’ll only worsen during this week, especially if you’re cramping, but since he smells wet and raw you’re enjoyment could vary.

-You’ll notice his hair will move to try and smother you while he cuddles you, almost like it’s alive..

-Since he can’t cook, you could convince him to let you go for just a few minutes to go grab some takeout, he’ll be reluctant to leave but if you’re starving, well that comes first, but expect him to bring home something extremely strange.

-He talks a lot, but with while he frets and panics over you, it’ll become almost babbling, sometimes completely incoherent as he violently worries about you.

-His body is weirdly warm and cold at the same time, so if you’re looking to warm up or cool off, he might be able to help.

-If you’re like me and sweat a lot during cramps, don’t expect the sheets to be changed, he absolutely loves how your natural odour smells, though he’ll (very begrudgingly) change and wash them for you if you have a leak-through.

SCENARIO:

You moaned, clutching the heat pack to your uterus as the warmth of it starts to dwindle.

Its a tight pain, your uterus tensing achingly as you hunch more into yourself, sweat and tears of excretion building on your skin and in your eyes as a sharp stab shoots throughout your stomach.

Sounds of pain escape your mouth despite yourself, and you try to keep it quiet since your boyfriend was asleep in the other room.

It was a rare occurrence, you figured out as much when you awoke every morning to his comically large eyes staring down at you, small hearts in those even smaller pupils.

It was the only time you got some relief from his presence, not that you didn’t love your eldritch lover, but with his constant clinging and presence pressed against you, stemmed from his separation anxiety, it could get a little suffocating at times, something John didn’t seem to really understand.

He only went to sleep after you assured him you weren’t going anywhere, and that everything was fine, and his grip was tight when you tried to shimmy out of it.

It was true— everything started out fine, your stomach felt a little off but you figured it was because you hadn’t eaten yet, but shortly after you felt the tell-tale feeling of a wetness between your legs.

It lead you to laying in your bed, clutching your now empty stomach as you’d already thrown up the contents, your warm bed helped soothe your tensed muscles where the heat pack couldn’t, and your arm thrown over your eyes protected them from the light streaming through the window.

It was time to roll over onto your back, your right side getting sore where you rested all your weight on it, its been a cycle of side to back to other side for about half an hour now.

With a grunt of effort, you adjusted onto your back, the light trying to burn your retinas now removed, you remove your arm from your eyes.

You jerked violently when you met familiar wide eyes, staring down at you in concern, and if the unblinking gaze wasn’t enough to convince you of his worry, in your peripheral vision his shirt had shifted to a frowning face, how’d he even get in without you noticing?!

It was hard to see the frowning shirt as he was leaned in so close, his face only inches from yours, and because of that, you’re glad when he kept his voice down when he spoke, as a shout might’ve burst you eardrums.

“Dearest, you look so sad! Did somebody upset you?! Tell me who, tell me tell me tell me tellmetellmetellmtell—“

He was gripping your shoulders, panic and upset at your clear discomfort, the frown on his shirt melting downwards in the midst of his stress.

“John, calm down.” Your voice was a little gravelly even to your own ears, rumbling out more than you’re use too, and its only once you move to grip his shoulders does he stop babbling, “Its just period cramps, don’t—!“

You inhaled through your nose, you curl into yourself slightly when your stomach almost lurches at the stab in your uterus, and a small wail leaves your mouth.

You can feel John scramble, clutching desperately at you as his anxiety spiked, he didn’t like seeing you in any pain, and was always quick to remove anything or anyone causing you any sort of sting.

“Love!“ his voice grew in volume, and the air around you shifted, dropping in temperature with his worry, you tried to pull yourself together the best you could, the heat pack you’re clutching now ice-cold like the room around you.

“Fuuu.. I’m alright, ergh,” your noises didnt convince him, and his four fingers are still holding onto your shoulders tightly, he’s even more tense than you are, “Can you just, ugh, heat up my pack? It’ll help.”

He snatches up the rice-filled bag you hand to him, eager to help, though you can see how reluctant he was to leave you, rushing off to the kitchen.

You relaxed back into the bed, you and the sheets surrounding you probably stunk of sweat, but fear not, you knew for a fact you’d find John burying his nose in them later, proclaiming how good you smelt, you didn’t know which was more embarrassing.

John might be clingy, reliant and a little odd, but he truly did care, always trying his hardest to please you and make you happy despite not understanding that most people don’t want to be gifted organs, he tried.

You loved him, and he made it quite obvious how much he loved you back, his sharp yellow teeth always bared in a grin whenever his large eyes were on you, and they were always on you, whether you realise it or not.

And you kept that swirling in the back of your mind when the sound of the fire alarms blare, your stomach cramps painfully when you jump up from bed.

Running through the door, you hunched over and kept your arm around your uterus as you made way to the kitchen, desperately searching for your boyfriend.

And there he was, unharmed thankfully, leaned over a sizzling frying pan, your heat pack catching fire where it rested against the smouldering metal, the smoke wafting straight into the alarm on the roof.

“Dearest!” He cried while he turned to you, ignoring the newly-fiery heat pack cooking like an egg, “What’re you doing up?—“

He cut himself off with a loud, feral hiss when water shot down from the roof, he launched for any sort of cover from the offensive roof rain while making deranged cat noises.

Maybe next time, you should just suck it up and get it yourself, less you want your house burnt down.

#john doe x reader #john doe x you #john doe game #john doe horror game #john doe

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guapoduoshipper · 10 months

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Guapoduo domestic-fluff headcanons

Honoring the winning content of this poll, here's a list of headcanons I have from guapoduo domestic life:

Warning: a lot of fluff because I feel want it.

Cellbit drinks his coffee without sugar but, since Roier moved to the castle, he makes sure to always have it stocked in his pantry as he noticed the grimaces his husband makes when he invites him for a cup.

Roier stopped adding too much spice to the food so Cellbit can eat it without worrying about ending up with a burnt tongue.

When they play a board game or video game, they may insult each other, but it's only because of their competitive spirits, so it doesn't stop them from laughing and having a lot of fun.

It is increasingly common for them to stop speaking in English and communicate in their respective languages (Spanish and Portuguese) because they understand each other much better than before.

If Cellbit wakes up first, he kisses Roier's forehead to wake him up. If it's Roier, he pulls Cellbit's cheeks until he wakes up.

Cellbit has a picture of their wedding as his phone wallpaper, Roier has a funny photo of Cellbit.

Roier goes three times a week to his castle to feed and check that all of Bobby's pets are fine, Cellbit and Richarlyson started going with him as soon as they realized he was doing it.

Cellbit continues to take pictures of Roier without him noticing.

As he began to get used to the extended periods in which Roier could fall asleep, Cellbit began to write a diary where he tells his husband everything that happened on the island to keep him in the loop.

When they are lying down, they often tease each other with playful taps or tickles, their laughter heard throughout the castle.

Cellbit gave Roier a painting easel, he set it up on their bedroom balcony but has not yet dared to paint anything (canonically the last time he painted something was at Bobby's farewell).

Among all the investigation files on Cellbit's computer, there is a folder full of memes sent to him by Roier.

Cellbit's language of love is words of affirmation, Roier's is acts of service, but together their language is quality time.

When Jaiden is visiting them, they usually choose one of Bobby's favorite foods for dinner: tortas, tamales or pizza.

Cellbit used to have nightmares but, since he and Roier sleep together, he has been able to fall asleep more easily (this is partially canon).

Roier wakes up in the wee hours of the morning to look for Cellbit's hand just to make sure he is there, Cellbit always clasps his fingers.

Roier always sings while doing some household chore, if Cellbit knows the lyrics he starts singing it too, otherwise he just listens to him.

When Roier sings in Spanish, Cellbit tries to memorize the lyrics and then look them up and add them to his playlist.

If Cellbit falls asleep at his office, when he wakes up, he realizes that Roier slept on the couch right in front of his desk.

Cellbit likes to trace Roier's jawline with his finger when they are lying on their bed. Roier, for his part, tangles his husband's white locks between his fingers.

#qsmp #guapoduo #spiderbit #q!roier #q!cellbit #qsmp roier #qsmp cellbit #roier qsmp #cellbit qsmp #just a guapoduoshipper: headcanon

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atticuswritesstuff · 1 year

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Azriel x Ovulating Human!Reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Synopsis: fem!reader is ovulating, and Azriel offers to 'help'

Warnings: smut, HEAVY breeding kink themes, overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), mentions of periods, heat cycles, ovulation, bondage

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You could feel it as soon as you woke up. The deep ache in her lower gut signified the start of her ovulation period. Not as bad as some of the faerie, fae, and nymph heat cycles you heard were possible, but still bad enough to cause you to curl up, wishing you could be full of something, anything.

As the sun started to creep over the horizon, light sun rays shone through the window. You knew Azriel or Cassian would be there soon enough to retrieve you for training. They would be able to tell. Even if you weren’t fae, they would be able to smell it, your arousal, now pooling between your legs as something deep inside you begged to be bred and stuffed full of cum.

Hey Rhysie, can you hear me? you called out.

Good morning sunshine, sleep ok? he asked, his voice a comfort in your mind.

I slept fine, I just had a favor to ask, you suggested.

How can I be of service?

Can you tell Cass and Azriel that I won’t be training this morning? I’m not feeling well.

You can’t tell them yourself? He replied hesitantly.

I can’t face them right now, I really don’t feel good, please, just tell them.

Will do that, would you like me to send Madja over?

No, I can handle this on my own, thank you though.

No problem, take care of yourself ok?

Yes sir.

You threw the mental shields back up, holding yourself tighter. Ovulation was no foreign feeling, but it was still one that made you dread having to be an active member of society. Fae society at that, you were human and couldn’t smell those things, they all could. You couldn’t control your arousal either, her body begging to be touched, to be loved. It was awful.

Groaning, you wrapped a soft blanket right around your aching body, you were gonna rest all day, not worrying about Valkyrie training. They wouldn’t miss you for a day or two.

Sleep beckoned, pulling you in, hopefully for as long as it took to ride out this wave of arousal.

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When Rhys had reached out to him to let them know Y/n wouldn’t be training today, Azriel couldn’t stifle the growing worry settling in his stomach. Usually, you would tell them ahead of time or come insisting you weren’t too sick to train. This wasn’t like you.

Once training was over for the morning, Azriel flew to the townhouse where you had been staying since you arrived in Velaris. Letting himself in and traveling up the stairs, he couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary. He knocked on your door, listening for any sign of life.

“Y/n?” He called, a scarred hand ghosting over the handle of your door.

He could hear a faint rustling, but only slightly. Turning the handle, he pushed open the door to see you wrapped up in a blanket in a corner of your bed, attempting to go back to sleep.

“What are you doing here?” You groaned.

“I came to-“ He stopped at the threshold of the room. Now he’d realized why she’d skipped out on training. It wasn’t as bad as scenting a female, but he could still tell you were struggling.

“Oh,” he mumbled, slowly crossing the room and sitting on the edge of the bed, “I guess I forgot that human females ovulate, too.”

Of course.

“Shut up,” you growled, trying to distract yourself from the ache starting to grow in your belly again, “Go away.”

Tch, brat.

He chuckled, poking your foot, “Grumpy.”

He took in your scent as you squirmed under her blanket, trying your best to disappear in the softness of your blanket. It was more manageable to be around an ovulating human than any fae female, in a way he felt bad. It still looked to be bothering you. A small, primal part of him couldn’t deny how much he wanted to help you..to fill you up.

“I could help you out if you wanted,” he said quietly, rubbing your calf over the blanket, “It might ease whatever you’re feeling.”

“Azriel,” you cooed, “You don’t need to, I can deal with this on my own.”

Your thighs were pressed together under the blanket, you didn’t want to push him, but part of you really wanted him. She’d be lying if she didn’t think about him from time to time. Who wouldn’t? All of Prythian knew how beautiful the High Lord’s Spymaster was, he could have anyone he wanted eating out of the palm of his hand.

“Oh it would be my pleasure,” he grinned, beginning to climb over your covered body, “Let me take care of you, I promise I’ll make everything feel better.”

Shadows slithered up under the blanket, teasing your thighs as he caged you in under him. He pushed you to lay on your back, a scarred hand squeezing your shoulder tauntingly, “Only if you want this.”

You gaped at the fae male on display above you. His wings were starting to flare as he took in your flushed state.

“Azriel,” you whined, sliding a gentle hand up his arm to rest against his cheek, “Please.”

“Please what?” He asked softly, pressing his palm over the one resting on his cheek.

You took in a shaky breath, “Please, make me feel better, I want you.”

He smiled, kissing the inside of your palm. He sent a few shadows away to shut and lock the door before slowly undoing the blanket. A chill rushed up your spine as soon as he did.

“Cold?” He teased, starting to slide up the hem of your nightshirt.

You let out a curt “mhm”, shivering slightly as his hand started to slide up under your shirt, slowly palming one of your breasts.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he assured you, bringing the blanket to cover your shoulders as he lifted your shirt, revealing your bare breasts to him. His head dipped, attaching his mouth to your nipple, his hand playing with your other breast as his tongue started to circle your nipple.

You sighed at the feeling, more arousal starting to pool at your core as Azriel spoiled your breasts with his mouth, alternating between kisses and love bites, leaving a few hickeys on either breast before peppering kisses down your stomach. You shivered at the sensation, the chilly air not helping as you erupted in goosebumps. Azriel shamelessly rubbed his mouth against your clothed core, already feeling the wetness pooling there.

“Fuck sweetheart, you must really be needing this,” he suggested, leaving a soft kiss on the wet patch now forming before hooking his fingers into your waistband, pulling them down off your hips, and sliding them off your legs, “No panties?”

You whined at his teasing, Azriel started leaving kisses on each one of your thighs, slowly inching their way to your cunt.

Snaking a hand into his hair, you whimpered as you tried to pull him where you needed him.

“Needy little thing,” he cooed, holding back from absolutely ruining you, “You need to tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“I want you to stop fucking teasing me,” you whined, “Please Azriel, I need you to taste.”

You tried pulling his head closer but he held firm, “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure!” You huffed, pouting.

He smiled before licking a long, slow stripe up the length of your pussy, moaning as he did so, “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.”

Did he imagine this?

You had no time to process that as he slid a finger into you. Crying out, you tried to close your legs at the sudden intrusion. His shadows made quick work of holding them open as he dove back in with his tongue, curling his finger inside her in tandem with the flicking of his tongue on her clit. It only took minutes to feel an all too familiar feeling form in the pit of your stomach, tiny whimpers and soft moans urging him on.

“A-Az…fuck please I-“

“Let go, little love,” he commanded, adding another finger, Your release tore through you, crying Azriel's name out as if it was a plea to the very Cauldron they worshipped.

“Az,” you beckoned, panting.

Azriel crawled back up the length of your body, placing a soft kiss on your lips, letting you taste how messy you made him. Pulling Azriel in closer, a hand on the back of his neck, you left out a plea so soft he almost didn’t hear it.

“More? Please?” A question, you were unsure of how much he was willing to give. He had only made you cum once, and here you were begging to be ruined.

“Oh love,” he cooed, settling between your legs once more, “How can I say no to you?”

Azriel dove right back in, not hesitating to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around the now-swollen bud before flicking his tongue over it as fast as possible. Your undoing only took a minute after that, a second orgasm ripping through you, this one drowning Azriel in cum as your thighs clenched around his head.

“S-sorry,” you whimpered, realizing you’d not only squirted all over his face, but practically drowned him by clenching your thighs around his head.

Azriel let out a sultry chuckle, licking your cum off his lips, “Don’t be sorry.”

He let your thighs fall open fully, shadows softly caressing your quivering legs, soothing circles tracing up and down your calves before grasping your plush, cum soaked thighs. With as much softness as he could maintain, Azriel licked up all the cum coating your thighs before gently doing the same to your sex. Languid strokes up and down your folds left you whining and shaking again.

“Azriel?” She muttered.

Ariel returned to hover over you once more, caging you in with hands on either side of your shoulders, “Yes, love?”

You inhaled deeply, trying to muster up as much courage as you could, “I w-want more.”

Azriel was amused by your desire, it urged him on even more. He was trying his best to hide his erection, but the tent forming against his leathers was a dead giveaway.

“What do you want, baby?” He smiled sweetly, caressing your cheek with his shadows, “Do you want me to lick your pretty cunt until you scream my name?”

His filthy words took you aback, mouth agape and eyes slightly widened, you shook your head shyly.

“No? Then what do you want from me, love?” He teased, replacing his shadow with soft touches against your cheek, “I can only help if you tell me how.”

You brought your hand up to his, slowly guiding his hand to your mouth. You stuck your tongue out, licking up the length of his middle and forefinger before taking both in your mouth.

Azriel watched in awe as you whined around his fingers, you made his fingers messy with spit before pulling them out, slowly starting to guide them down. Never breaking eye contact, you placed his fingers at her still dripping entrance, the pleading look in her eye begging him to ruin her with yet another orgasm.

Azriel let out a soft smile, “Do you want me to make you cum again? Is that what my baby needs?”

You nodded, you did want this. You needed this.

“Say it, y/n,” Azriel demanded, pulling his fingers away from your dripping heat.

“I need you, Azriel,” you whispered.

Azriel brought his hand back to your cunt, “Again.”

“I need you,” He pushed in up to his first knuckle, slowly sliding the tips of his fingers in and out.

“One more time,” he pleaded, leaving sloppy kisses on your jaw, “You’ve been so good, say my name, say it again.”

“I need you, Azriel. I’ve only ever needed you.” You pulled him up for another searing kiss. With those words falling from your lips, Azriel finally pushed his thick digits into you, earning a moan that was music to his ears. He quickly curled his fingers up against your g-spot, abusing it.

You grabbed onto his neck, his shoulders, his forearm, anything that could brace you for your coming orgasm.

Azriel got to see it all, the way you struggled to make any sound at all, the way your legs trembled and core clenched as if you were trying your best not to cum.

“Let it out, little love,” he purred, increasing his pace ever so slightly, “Just let it all out for me.”

You practically screamed his name, throwing your head back as you finally allowed yourself to let go. Your breasts arched up into his touch. Your entire body felt like it was on fire.

Azriel watched as you tensed up, your entire body seizing as he ripped another orgasm out of you, this one drenching him just as much as the last. His desire to make you squirt all over was insatiable. He needed some self-control. He would've kept going, would’ve allowed his shadows to hold you down while his mouth and fingers abused your sopping cunt, forcing as many orgasms as he wanted out of you.

He was fucking drunk off of your body.

He enjoyed watching you come back to reality, legs still shaking as you struggled to keep your eyes open wide enough. He had exhausted you only three orgasms in. The smile you gave him upon meeting his gaze almost made him wreck you then and there. That pretty smile that you would wear on your happiest days, granted it was fleeting as you realized how badly she wanted more.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” He cooed, soothing your body with loving touches and kisses, “Still not enough?”

You frowned, shaking your head slightly, you felt so greedy asking for more.

Azriel just gave you a taunting grin, “Oh, my poor baby!”

Your eyes widened as he crawled up over you, making a show of how big he was compared to you. His wings began to cage you in, and his eyes. Fuck, he looked absolutely dazed off lust.

“I’ve made you cum three times, and it’s still not enough for you?” He teased, holding your jaw to look him in the eyes, “Something tells me you want more than just my mouth and my fingers, hm?”

His predatory gaze never left yours as he let his shadows roam your body freely, “Tell me what you want.”

A demand.

This was a very dangerous game you were playing. Azriel looked ready to snap at any hint of what you wanted from him. He had made it very clear how you made him feel.

“I w-want-” you breathed, his shadows distracting you, “I want you t-to, oh,”

His shadows had crept around your wrists and ankles, pinning them firmly to the bed as others began leaving teasing touches along your thighs, your breasts, anywhere they could tease.

“Hm? I didn’t quite hear you, little love,” He purred.

“Please, Azriel, it hurts,” you cried.

A hint of concern flashed across his face, “Where does it hurt?”

His shadows let you wiggle a hand free from their grasp, you grabbed his wrist, slowly bringing it down to your lower stomach, “Here.”

“Here?” He affirmed, pressing a palm over the expanse of your belly.

You nodded, sniffling.

Suddenly, your arousal started to fill the room much more strongly than before.

Oh.

He smiled, “Is my baby needing to be full? Do you need me to fuck you full of my cum? Is that what you need?”

You shivered, obediently bringing your wrist back to where his shadows had pinned the other, waiting to be restrained again.

His hand came back up to your throat, “I need to hear you say it, Y/n.”

“Please! Fuck me Azriel, please?” You begged, tears running down the sides of your face in embarrassment and frustration, “Just fucking breed me-”

His grip on your throat tightened, a primal growl coming from deep within his chest, as he moved his lips to just inches away from your ear, “Say…that…again.”

You could feel his breathing starting to pick up, fuck you really must have unleashed something in him with one little comment, but there was no going back now.

“Breed me,” You whispered, “Please?”

Azriel let go and pulled off you immediately, tearing his leathers off so hard he may as well have cut them to pieces with truth-teller. Your eyes widened upon seeing his cock, the sheer size, gods he was so damn thick, you knew you were in for it now.

He descended upon you instantly, his cock only rubbing up and down to gather your wetness on his tip before pushing his entire length inside.

“Fuck!” You yelled, throwing your head back.

“There we fucking go,” Azriel moaned, resting on his forearm above you, the other coming up to wrap around your throat, you tucked your head into him, finally feeling some sort of relief, “Feels much better, doesn’t it sweetheart?”

You nodded against his collarbone, whining as he throbbed inside of you.

“See how easy that was?” Azriel sunk his teeth into your shoulder, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as he left a bitemark for everyone to see, “My sweet little angel, it's like you were meant for my cock.”

He started rutting into you at a slow, steady pace, his cock kissing your cervix. You clung onto him for dear life, leaving scratch marks down his back as your legs found their way to his waist. This was definitely what you needed.

Azriel nestled his head into your neck, inhaling deeply, trying to commit your scent to memory, “Gonna fill you up, breed this sweet little cunt.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his words, he chuckled at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

“Filthy fucking baby,” He moaned, nipping at your neck, “You like the thought of being bred? Being filled up with my cum?”

“Yes!” You cried, not being able to say much more as yet another orgasm washed over you.

Azriel pulled your hand down to the expanse of your lower stomach, “Feel that?”

You gasped, feeling his cock bulging through your tummy as he fucked you hard, his hand pressed down harder above yours, “Gonna get you pregnant, yeah angel? Fuck you would look so pretty carrying my child!”

He started fucking you faster, clearly chasing his own release, you went limp against him, the overstimulation starting to numb your brain to any coherent thoughts. You didn’t care about the risks, sex like this had you ready to let Azriel ruin you. Azriel lost his will to be gentle, he pounded into your sopping cunt relentlessly, admiring how well you fit around him, the way your body trembled against his. How your moans turned into soft cries for mercy as he overstimulated you.

How much you trusted him.

His heart went soft, he brought his gaze up slowly to find you still fucked out and struggling with the pleasure.

“Look at me, little love,” He commanded, placing a hand on your jaw. You opened your eyes as his thrusts slowed, He sat up suddenly, pulling his warmth away for a brief moment as he brought his other hand back to your stomach. “I want you to feel me breed you, feel me right here.”

He whispered against your lips. His hand pressed down on yours, his thrusts slowing as he released deep inside you. You pulled him in to meet your lips, tangling a hand in his hair as his cock kissed your cervix once more, throbbing as he filled you to the brim. Azriel wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling the both of you up into a tight embrace, his cock still nestled deep inside you as you rested on his lap.

“Mine,” He growled, burying his face in your neck, “You are mine.”

You chuckled, smiling sweetly as his wings cocooned the two of you. Pressing a kiss to his temple, you enjoyed the feeling of his cum leaking out of you, making a mess of you both. He was still hard, reeling from the intensity of the feelings you two had just shared. Your body was spent and thankful, no more did you feel the intense ache of ovulation.

And Azriel was going to make sure you never felt that way again.

#azriel smut #azriel #azriel spymaster #azriel acosf #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #acotar #acotar smut #shadowsinger x reader #spymaster

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l3viat8an · 7 months

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FUCK ANGST HERE'S SOME CUTE OBEY ME BROS HC

Asmo first learned how to do make up because of Levi and his cosplays

Lucifer always, and I mean always, check up on all of his brothers before he goes to bed

Mammon is the brother everyone goes to just to vent. You can't change my mind on this

Satan and Levi often go to book signings together

Beel, Belphie, Mammon, Satan and Levi are the usual five stack for any games that Levi plays

Mammon and Asmo are the siblings that drag the introverts (Belphie, Levi) to events.

(gimme more pls, I need more fluff)

I can do fluff! Tho these are all silly too-

Lucifer has pictures of all of his brothers sleeping in the most random place around the HoL on his DDD he’ll never delete them and MC is the only person who knows about them.

Speaking of sleeping pictures; Mammon is the only brother with a photo of Lucifer sleeping on the couch in the HoL on his DDD. Not even Lucifer knows about it and Mammon won’t sell it.

Beel drags Levi out on a walk at least twice a week, usually with some excuse about needing Levi’s help with something. (The excuses are always really obvious and really it’s just to make sure Levi goes outside-)

Asmo and Mammon periodically add clothes to Belphie, Beel, Satan and Levi’s closets just so they have something new to wear that’s a little more in style. it never works but they try.

Satan once tried to convince Levi that he needed a cat named Henry, because Lucifer will always let Levi keep ‘his Henry’ but won’t let Satan have a cat-

Belphie and Asmo have one night a week where they’ll camp out in the planetarium and just talk about the different stars. Beel and Satan sometimes join in and it’s like a mini party between just the younger bros-

Lucifer keeps a special bottle of human world wine just to drink with Levi and Mammon. It’s like a little ‘big brother treat’ one or twice a year.

#these are all so random jsjsjsj #and goofy because I can never take these silly demons seriously lmao #obey me!#obey me sibling hcs #obey me hcs #obey me headcanon #ro rambles

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mishwanders · 9 months

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• Five Times You Share A Night With Twilight + The One Time You Do Something About It •

Summary: exactly what the title says.

Warnings/tags: GN! Reader, Hurt/Comfort, tooth rotting fluff, some comedy between the group, flirty Twi, there’s only one bed. Safe for Everyone.

Author’s Notes: I ain’t gonna lie y’all, this one is longer than what I usually write. I hope you enjoy it! Written by Mishwanders

{1}

After a long period of traversing through the woods of Hyrule, the Chain and you were finally able to make camp for the evening. As you were placing down your bed roll for the night, you took notice as to who was around you. To your surprise,someone was missing.

“Anyone seen Twi?”

The others looked around as well at each other, but all of them either shrugged or shook their heads in response.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon. He probably just went to secure the perimeter.” Legend reassured you.

You nodded, continuing to pull out the rest of your stuff for the night. You took the measure to pull out Twilight’s bed roll as well from his pack, placing it down beside your own, just in case he came back and everyone else outside of the watch were asleep. You smiled to yourself as you made sure it was laid out nice and neat, placing his pillow and blanket at the head of it so he wouldn’t have to go digging for his things in the dark. As you were doing so, you happened to catch the attention of Wild who was eyeing you where he was stationed with the food. You shrugged at him and he gave you a knowing nod.

By the time that dinner had been eaten and the campfire dealt with, you all fell into your respective areas of respite, each of the Links dozing off one by one, all except for the watcher off in the distance and you.

You couldn’t help but toss and turn the entire night, constantly looking over at Twilight’s sleeping bag, wishing he were there next to you. It’s not that you liked him (at least that’s what you kept telling yourself), you just liked having him close by. His presence was always warm and comforting, he was gracious enough to allow you to borrow his bear pelt when you got cold too. You felt as if you could relax in his presence compared to some of the more strict and rigid personalities of a few of the others (don’t even try to ask Legend of a blanket - it’s probably cursed anyway).

You stayed up longer, waiting to see when he would show, but as your eyelids began to grow heavier, you could hear the slow trot of paws against the rough ground. The dark shadowy figure of Wolfie came approaching you, sniffing vigorously at the bed roll Twilight should have been in. You slowly sat up to rest on an elbow, alerting the wolf that you were still awake. You greeted him with a smile and a small whisper.

“Twi’s not back yet. If you want, can you come sleep with me instead.” You stated, opening up your blanket to show there was room.

The wolf stared at you for a moment, blue eyes taking in the situation at hand. You weren’t even 100% sure he would take the offer - he typically preferred to sleep next to Wild. But to your surprise, the beast agreed, walking closer to you and plopping down beside you under your raised arm. It took everything in you not to squeal over the fact that Wolfie actually chose to stay by your side tonight (ya know, and not Wild, since he apparently likes him so much). You slowly lowered your arm down over him, allowing the blanket to encompass you both, keeping your arm gently on his fur. You laid your head back down on your pillow, gently stroking a small area of Wolfie’s fur, feeling him snuggle even closer to you. The wolf smelt like cedar - a common scent you knew that followed Twilight as well. It was comforting having the beast with you, feeling how warm he was next to you. He was like a heater biting off the cold night air. You found yourself growing more and more relaxed with him by your side. Twilight may not have been here, but Wolfie was, and with him by your side, you found yourself easily drifting to sleep for the rest of the night.

{2}

The Chain had traveled far off through another portal chasing after the Shadow that quickly got away without a trace. After a while of searching for the malevolent beast, you all decided to make camp once more for the evening, preparing for what was hopefully a restful night ahead. As you pulled out your bedroom, you noticed Twilight with his own, coming up beside you to lay out his next to yours. You gave him a warm smile, pleasantly surprised to see him. “Back so soon?”

“Time said he’d take over securing the perimeter tonight.” Twilight replied, dropping his bedroll draping along the ground.

You nodded, watching him pillow out his blanket and pillow. “How thoughtful of him.”

Twilight breathed out a laugh and smiled. “He can be when he wants to. Speakin’ o’ which, it was thoughtful of you to take care of Wolfie.”

He was looking directly at you when he spoke of his beloved beastly friend. His pretty blue eyes sparkling in the firelight caused an embarrassed heat to erupt over your face at his praise. “I-It was no problem! I was awake anyway and honestly I felt kind of honored. He never chooses me!”

With that you heard Wild, Legend, and Sky snickering to the side, knowing full well that they all heard you. Twilight shot them a look, which didn’t deter their behavior quite like Time’s did, but it was good enough for Wild to stop in his tracks. Twilight shook his head at their behavior and turned his attention back to you.

“Don’t listen to ‘em. Besides, I know Wolfie was very happy to sleep next to you.” Twilight reassured you.

“Oh yeah? What are you, some kind of animal whisperer?” You asked playfully.

He chuckled at that comment. “I’ve known Wolfie for long ‘nough to know he appreciated a warm bed for once.”

“I wouldn’t mind having him back as a cuddle buddy.” You laughed, “He was a soft heater throughout the night.”

“I’ll let him know, I know he’ll be more than happy to take you up on that offer.” He replied, a smile plastered on his face, looking sweeter than honey.

“Uh huh, sure he will.” Legend interrupted, gaining your attention. You raised an eyebrow in confusion at him.

“Oh, can it Vet.” Wars spoke up from the otherside of the fire, already in his bed.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” Vet snapped back.

“Yeah, shouldn’t you be getting your ‘beauty sleep’ anyway?” Wind chimed in.

Wars feigned hurt, lifting his eye mask to look at it. “Not you too, Sailor.”

You looked over towards Four and Hyrule, who were laughing at the words being thrown back and forth in front of them before Time silently stalked up behind them all. You laughed as his voice boomed, startling the ever living daylights out of them - a shrill scream leaving the two just caused more laughter to erupt from the group. Time shook his head and chuckled. “He may not be able to tell you what to do, but I can. You’re taking the second shift Vet, so I’d get that shut eye while you can.”

Legend grimaced at the mention of that. The laughter soon died out, everyone getting ready for bed. You slipped under your thin blanket, feeling the cool breeze still reaching you through it. You rolled over on your side and whispered to Twilight. “Is it okay if I borrow your bear pelt again?”

He turned to face you, opening one eye. “You cold?”

You nodded and he sat up to pull it out of his pack, leaning to drape over you. “There ya go, Darlin’.”

You felt the heat in your cheeks erupt, burying them under the pelt so he couldn’t see. You smiled, causing your eyes to squint up at him as you whispered a muffled thank you. He smiled down at you. “No problem, sugar.”

GOSH DARN IT TWI-

{3}

Nightmares were never easy, especially when they were about the troubles at home.

It was another night, another camp site. You had been startled out of your sleep, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. Your throat was incredibly dry as you panted, forcing you to shuffled around your bag for your canteen. You took a sip of him, feeling the cool water wash down your throat, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself.

It was just a dream. Nothing more.

At least that’s what you hoped for.

You took a chance to look around you in the darkness. Everyone else was still asleep, except for the watch, who just so happened to be Twilight at that hour. You felt your body shaking in your attempt to calm yourself, but the cold wind was not helping you with that. Maybe you needed to get up and walk for a bit, clear your mind.

You slid out of your bed, standing up as quietly as possible as you wrapped yourself in your blanket and pulled your boots on. You did go for a small walk, taking in the surroundings draped in the darkness of night. Your eyes however, did catch a glint of the golden chainmail that Twilight wore. He was fairly close to the camp, leaving his back against the tree. You made your way over to him, trudging through the grass. It caught his attention and he quickly turned his head in your direction, cocking his eyebrow in surprise.

“What ‘re you doin’ up, darlin’?” He asked quietly.

You settled on the ground next to him, holding the blanket close to your body. “I had a nightmare.”

He looked at you softly. “Wanna talk about it?”

You looked up into his eyes again, feeling a tug at your heart. You gently sighed and told him what you dream was as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I just can’t get my mind off of home and what kind of havoc the Shadow has been wrecking there, who he’s hurt already. I’m worried to say the least.”

He wrapped his arm around you, keeping you close. He was warm and smelt like cedar, as always. You were thankful for the gesture, the shelter from the cool air. “I know how you feel.”

You leaned in closer to him, taking in the scent of him, allowing it to fill your lungs. You both sat there for a while, listening to the sounds of the forest surrounding you, every cirp of the bugs in the grass, watching the subtle glow of the fireflies. It was quiet, it relaxed you.

“Twi, is it okay if I stay here for the rest of your watch? I don’t want to be alone.”

You felt his grip around your shoulder tighten around you ever so slightly. “Go ahead, Darlin’. You’ll be safe with me.”

You moved in closer to him, melding into his side. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to slowly drift to sleep as he gently rubbed your arm. You felt safe in his presence, protected. It was just enough to help you fall back to sleep, where no nightmares plagued you again for the rest of the night.

{4}

Goddesses - it shouldn’t have happened like this!

Time carried Twilight into the inn while the others were still out dealing with the Shadow. You felt like your world was swirling around you, a cave collapsing in on you when you helplessly watched Twilight (who you now knew was Wolfie) get hit with an almost deadly blow by the shadow. Everyone was scrambling, no one had been seriously injured by the Shadow up to this point. If it hadn’t been for Time and Wars, you would have felt like you were drowning under the weight of what was happening.

You were quick to snap out of your trance of helplessness when Time addressed you, dragging you away with him. Someone had to stay by his side while someone else ran to get the healer and you were quick to find one while he stayed in the room with a bloodied and battered Twilight.

When you found the healer you quickly dragged them back to the inn, guiding them up the steps to his room, where they began to tend to him. You watched at their side, over their shoulder with Time, assisting with whatever the healer needed. You all made quick work of getting him cleaned up and the wound dressed, but the healer was unable to do anything more about it. He was stuck with the Shadow in his system, he was now going to have to fight it from the inside.

You knew the darkness must have been trying to wreak havoc in him, trying to break down his resolve, down to the very fiber of his being. When Hyrule and the others came back, they all offered up the potions they had, even Hyrule’s magic, but nothing worked, nothing could stop this.

It had been a long afternoon of worrying over his state, the rest of the Chain came in and out of the room at various occasions while you and Time primarily stayed by his side. But as the evening turned into night, you and Time had decided to take shifts watching him, to make sure someone was always there, just in case something happened.

During one of your shifts, you found yourself leaning against the edge of your seat, arms resting on your thighs as you watched him breath, noticing how shallow his chest rose and fell, how much paler he grew under the moonlight, as if the very life was being wrestled away from him, pulling it out of his grasp. You felt completely helpless to stop it, forced to watch his life slowly crumble and fade before your own eyes.

You wish you had said something before all of this, had confessed your feelings towards the one person who ever truly made you feel safe. Now he was dying in front of you and he would never truly know how much you cared about him, how much better you wanted to know him.

A shaken breath escaped you as you took his hand in yours. His hands were cold and clammy, but you held it close to you, trying to warm them up. You couldn’t help but feel the tears sting your dry and tired eyes as you looked down at him, a string of whispered words leaving your lips.

You weren’t one to pray to the goddess, but tonight was an exception. You quietly begged and pleaded with her to do something, anything to save him from a deadly fate.

But nothing happened.

It felt as if your prayers were falling on deaf ears, never seeing a change in his worsening state. Your tears were streaming down your cheeks by now, dropping down your chin to the edge of the bed as you sniffled. You pressed your lips to his knuckles, shaking as you whispered, “Twi, please keep fighting this. I don’t want to be without you. I love you.”

You felt his hand gently twitch in yours, almost as if he were about to hold it. You wondered if he heard your plea for him to keep fighting in his state. You continued to hold his hand for the remainder of your watch, keeping it close, hoping that he would know that you were there by his side, so he didn’t have to fight this alone.

{5}

Days had passed since the incident with the Shadow, and to everyone's surprise, Twilight pulled through. Although he was awake, he was still recovering from the draining efforts it took to fight off the Shadow that had attacked him from the inside, in need of lots of rest.

Everyone took their turns visiting him, the whole group of them gathering into his room at multiple points until he grew exhausted by the lively interactions of them all, his side hurting from the laughter they brought him with all of the timely dog jokes. You couldn’t help but smile, watching him from across the room, noticing the life return to him even more as the days went by, as he grew stronger again. You felt relieved knowing that he would be okay in the end, your worries easing over, hopefully to never return with another scare like that.

It was late into the evening when dinner occurred and you brought him some food from the dining area, taking the moment to sit with him in peace while the others were down stairs discussing Hylia know what. You sat there and discussed whatever came to your mind as well, talking about the mischief you’d gotten into with Legend in the town with the other merchants, trying to keep his spirits up with the fact that they scored some pumpkins for some delicious soup to be made the next night, but you could see he was lost in his own thoughts, that fire in his eye replaced with pensiveness.

When you were both done with the food, you placed the plates on the side table and looked at him. “You alright, Rancher?”

“Hm? Yeah, just thinkin’.” He replied

“Would you like to talk about it?” You asked, looking at him concerned.

“It’s just - it’s all been a lot, almost dyin’ an’ all. Everything hurt, I felt like I was being held underwater, struggling against a current, but It’s like I was aware of what was happenin’ around and unable to do anything. I felt completely helpless to stop it.”

You nodded, listening to him intently as he continued.

“Out of all of it I could still hear what was happening around me - I heard everyone’s concern for me. Did you and Time even leave my side?” He asked, “I didn’t need either of you gettin’ sick worryin’ ova’ me.”

You chuckled, “What can I say? We both care about you - everyone does.”

“Yeah, I know. You made that very clear. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you pray before.” He commented.

“I-I don’t.” You replied, looking down at your hands.

“So why’d you do it for me?” He asked

You let out a deep sigh before looking up at him again.“I felt like I was running out of options. You felt helpless to do anything, I felt helpless just watching you deteriorate. I might not be on the best of terms with any god, but I know Hylia favors you and the others. At the very least, I could make a plea for you, on your behalf.”

“So you meant every word of it?” He asked in return.

You nodded. “Every word.”

“Including the last bit - the part where you said you loved me?”

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise as he brought it up, realizing he truly had heard every whispered word. He chuckled at your reaction, noticing how embarrassed you grew by his statement. He took your hand in his, keeping his gaze on yours as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t have to be shy, Darlin’. I just wanna know if it was true.”

You gently nodded, “Yeah. I meant every word.”

Twilight's face cracked into a smile at the sound of that. Even he looked away shyly for a moment before returning his gaze back to yours. “Well, this wasn’t the way I was intendin’ on tellin’ ya, but, considering everything that’s happened, there’s no time like the present. I feel the same about you.”

Your embarrassment turned to shocked relief, your eyes growing wider as you spoke up. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really.”

You gently squeezed his hand back, a smile growing on your face. Before you could even open your mouth to speak again though, one of the others came barging into the room to check on the two of you.

“Hey, how’s the food tast-“ Four stopped in his stead at the doorway when he noticed the two of you holding hands, his eyes bouncing around the scene before he finally asked, “Did you finally tell them?”

Twilight gave him a knowing look - don’t tell the others. Fours face lit up as he leaned against the doorframe. “It’s about time! Looks like Wars won the bet though.”

You turned your head around so fast at the mention of the bet. “You all were betting on us?!”

Four gave a shy smile as he tried to steer his way out of the conversation. “Oh would you look at the time - I gotta go -“

With that he ran off back downstairs. You turned your gaze back to Twilight and shook your head with a laugh. “How long do you think we have until the others find out?”

“A minute, tops.”

You could already hear the shuffling of boots coming up the stairwell. Looks like five seconds was all it really took.

This was going to be a long, interesting night.

{6}

Another portal, another Hyrule, thankfully with another functioning Castle Town, which meant you got to stay in another inn.

You pulled Twilight up the stairs behind you, guiding him towards a room. With the Chain it was always fair game who got which room and you were hoping whichever one you chose had some decently comfy beds - and it did, but there was one problem.

There was only one bed.

You were half tempted to back out of the room, but you bumped into Twilight's chest as he moved past you into space, plopping his things down inside. You felt the heat flood your cheeks as your thoughts began to run with the idea of sharing a bed with him. You felt crazy - it’s not like you hadn’t shared a bed with him before, but you hadn’t done so since you both confessed your feelings for the other and actively became a couple.

Twilight turned to look at you, that sweet honey smile settled on his lips. He held out his hand to you, beckoning you closer. “Don’t be shy, Darlin’, c’mere.”

You made your way over to him, where he proceeded to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him. He gazed into your eyes as he leaned his head down, resting his forehead against yours. Every gesture of his made you melt even more as he held you.

“Finally, some peace and quiet -“

“Aawww!”

Twilight groaned at the sound of Sky’s voice coming from the doorway, turning his attention to him. “May I help you?”

Sky had a cheeky grin on his face at the sight of you two. “I’m sorry, you two just look adorable. Continue.”

You leaned in closer to Twilight, resting your head against his chest. “I know we do, but what did you need?”

Sky chuckled at your reply and gestured out the door. “Food will be ready soon, figured I’d inform you before Wind attempts to steal someone’s plate again.”

You chuckled, remembering how mad Wild was the last time that happened. “Thanks Sky.”

You two made your way downstairs after him to eat with the others, dodging the others incessant teasing with ease. As the evening drew on, all of you finally made your way to your respective rooms. You sat on the edge of the bed, resting back on your hands as you spoke with Twilight, watching him change out of his shirt to sleep. As he did, you could see the raised scars littering his skin, all of which gained from one battle or another, but you couldn’t get our eyes off of the one the Shadow left him.

It was different from the others, maybe because it was still fairly fresh compared to anything else. You felt your attention be drawn to it, seeing the fine black markings along it, knowing it wasn’t necessarily from an infection, but more because of the source of the one who wounded him. You couldn’t get the sight of him so pale and close to death out of your head, how easily you could have lost him that night.

Twilight noticed the change in your demeanor as you stared at it, stepping closer to you as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “You alright, Darlin’?”

You brought your hand up over the scar, gently running your finger along the edges of it. “Does it still hurt?”

“Only occasionally, but it ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle.” He reassured you.

You leaned closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss along the edge of it. He looked at you with surprise at how tender you were handling him. He smiled as you looked up at him.“Bein’ sweet on me now?”

You gave him a cheeky grin as you pulled him closer to you by his belt loops. “Maybe, but that’s because you’re as sweet as honey to me.”

He leaned down, moving his face in line with yours in the midst of his flirtatious interrogation, eyes caught on your lips. “Does that make you my honeybee?”

You tilted your head slightly, lips ghost over his own as you replied, “Well, you’re just too sweet to resist.”

You kissed him, gently at first, but he kissed you back with a much rougher touch, desperate to feel your lips on his. He snaked his hands up your neck to caress your face as your hands fell along his forearms. You felt his teeth grazing over your bottom lip, almost asking and begging to allow him to deepen the kiss. You would, but not until you had made your move first.

It took him by surprise as you pulled him down to the bed with you, wrapping your legs around his waist so he couldn’t escape you. You chuckled as his smile came back though, his lips finding their way to yours again, kissing you with a hungry fervor before trailing down your chin and neck, causing laughter to erupt from you as he found a ticklish spot at the crook of your neck. He chuckled as he gazed down at you once more, his voice coming out in a smooth low whisper. “I love you, honeybee.”

You smiled up at him, feeling the heat return to your cheeks once again. He always knew how to make you blush, how to send butterflies a flight within you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back to your lips once again. You could feel him relax against you, growing more comfortable with you by each passing second. When you finally had to pull away for air, you gazed up into his blue eyes, a smile on your face as you confessed.

“I love you too.”

#linked universe #lu twillight #lu twilight x reader #linked universe fic #linked universe fanfic #linked universe x reader #I know most people end these with smut but me and a friend were talking and they said fluff #which like honest felt like a good call because IM SCREAMING AT HOW CUTE THE ENDING CAME OUT #sfe #sfw #safe for everyone #writing: twilight

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tmntheadcanons · 9 months

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tmnt 2003 headcanons: sleeping

Leo:

The room needs to be pitch black, dead silent and ice cold for him to fall asleep.

And he is a very light sleeper. I feel like he was always a bit like this but also trained himself to wake up quickly and easily when he hears something.

And he sleeps straight on his back like he is in a coffin.

And he sleeps with one pillow and it's the same, flat pillow he has been using for the last 10 years.

He won't go to sleep unless he knows everyone is home.

I think the difference between him and Donnie would be that Donnie doesn't let himself sleep but Leo actually can't sleep. I feel like he's naturally a bit of an insomniac but when he tries to sleep he kinda spirals in his own thoughts and stresses himself out.

But it's not always stress that keeps him up it'll be like the song Mikey was singing the same four lines of all day is now violently stuck in his head keeping him awake and he's thinking about how he is going to murder his brother in the morning.

Mikey:

Sleeps with a minimum of 5 pillows. One for spooning, two for his head, one for his feet and one to violently throw off the bed while half asleep at 3 am.

He can really sleep anywhere though. (And he will)

He talks in his sleep. He'll mutter a lot of non-sensical stuff and also he'll sometimes just straight up laugh in his sleep. And he rolls around a lot during the night.

I think Mikey has the wackiest dreams. His dreams are very vivid and if someone shows up in his dream he will go out of his way to tell them about their guest star appearance in his absolutely off the wall bonkers dream.

Also he is the one who has the most nightmares

He likes to sleep with a little bit of noise. He likes the tv playing or music playing while he's falling asleep and if it's dead silent he'll find it a little unsettling.

Same with lights, he likes to have a lava lamp or some sort of soft light on in the room.

I think he would go absolutely feral for one of those galaxy project lights.

Also he's totally a blanket hog.

Raph:

The second his head hits the pillow he is out.

He could be mid conversation and just pass out. But it's only ever when he knows he can. He's good at staying awake if he needs to keep watch but if he's relaxed he can fall asleep in like 30 seconds.

And he sprawls out when he sleeps. He will starfish.

Or be half hanging off the bed.

And he violently snores.

And talks a little bit in his sleep too but not as much as Mikey, just every once in a while.

His dreams are super mundane. He'll come back from an absolutely wild experience, fall asleep and then dream about like doing the dishes.

But every once in a while he'll get a bad stress dream. I could see it being something social related like humans finding out about them and freaking out, or his whole family being upset with him because of something he did.

I feel like Raph would like a bit of white noise when he sleeps, like a fan or something. He doesn't need it to fall asleep, but he likes it.

Like Leo, he is also a bit of a light sleeper, but he falls asleep again pretty quickly after he wakes up.

Donnie:

He's good at staying awake for long periods of time but once he's out, he's OUT.

Must be physically shaken to wake him up.

He is frequently sleep deprived so every once in a while he will crash and sleep for like 14 hours. Most nights he goes to bed way too late especially when he's working on something but usually when he's finished he'll have a recovery day.

Like I said with Leo, his issue is that he doesn't let himself sleep. He won't actually go to bed he will just suck back coffee and keep doing what he's doing. However, I could see him having similar issues as Leo after Good Genes or SAINW, where he overworks himself at night to avoid spiraling thoughts while he's trying to fall asleep.

I feel like he's bad for being like "Okay I'm going to stop working and actually go to bed" and then instead of sleeping he sits in the dark on his computer on the internet until 4 in the morning.

He curls up when he sleeps he never sleeps just flat on his back.

But he'll always wakes up in a weird position he'll be like upside town on his bed in what looks like a yoga position and be like "How did I get here?"

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2003 headcanons #tmnt headcanons #I'm sorry these are kind of more angsty than I meant them to be. I started out with haha Raph snores and then it kind of spiraled

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maplleaf · 1 year

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Distance

Dan Heng x gn!reader [cw: nightmares, right before Xianzhou Luofu quest]

Even if two or more people try to close any kind of space between eachother, there will always be distance. On some cases, it's emotional distance; a problem where the parties may be physically close but they couldn't help but feel something in between the two keeping them a part.

On some cases it's physically, where they couldn't touch and see eachother without the help of modern technology. Luckily, some people still feel a strong bond even if it's been weeks since they saw the other person, Dan Heng is no different to them.

The Astral Express goes on many expeditions, every planet lasting for around seven-days. Even so, the expeditions are usually back-to-back missions; even if the passengers heading down may differ.

For Danheng, he's fine with how the Express works; he always preferred quiet places like his room than the busier places like Herta's space station. Even so, any kind of choice and preference has its up and downs; for him, it's the inability to properly see his lover.

As a researcher in Herta's Space Station, the two of you don't see eachother often. The only reason on how you got so close is because of your interest in the Express' travels, which results in the both of you spending time eachother in the archive room.

Himeko had already told Danheng about you when he chose the archives as his room, how you might see eachother often because of it. He didn't mind, as long as you don't barge in expecting a talk out of him.

And you don't, only asking for details when it's a mission he was a part of.

Your curiosity had found a way to charm him. His cold and reserved nature slowly melting as the two of you talked for long periods of time. It started from "How did you solve [x] in the mission?" slowly turning into "What do you think about [x]?"

A simple and gradual change from a mere interest in what he did for work, to what he thinks of anything. The archives became a sanctuary for you two, where even if you led most of the conversation, Dan Heng would still be enganged in what you two are talking about. It became the place where he could feel the weight of his past slowly dissappear the more he hear your voice.

It also became the place of shame when the Express' greatest grandpa, Welt, walked in on Dan Heng's first kiss with you in the archives.

Safe to say, you two shared a special relationship; all which started in the very room.

So when Dan Heng woke up from his dream about him; about the stellaron hunter who hunted him down away from the Xianzhou Luofu. Safe to say, his first thought when he woke up in a daze was to find your number in his phone.

"You're still working?"

Your head turned to the source of the voice; Asta, the station's lead researcher. A genius and kindhearted girl who took over the space station; taking care of it so well to the point where Herta took a hands-off approach until a week ago.

"Aren't late hours a researcher's best companion?" you chuckled at her, stretching out after feeling the aches of your back from not moving for too long.

"And sleep is a person's greatest medicine," Asta crossed her arm at you. She's no stranger to sleeping late hours as well, but still, taking care of each researchers health is a part of her job.

Seeing you still determined to finish the research topic, Asta couldn't do anything else but sigh. "Just take care of yourself, health is important," she reminds you.

"I knoow, I already have Dan Heng to tell me that," Asta laughed along to your non-serious remark. "Alright then, I'm gonna hit the bed," the lead researcher announced, yawning as she closed the door and leaving you in the dimly lit room alone.

You took a deep breath before going back to reading all the research papers on the computer. The physical research for the paper hadn't even begun, yet you're stuck in front of a desk reading for sources for what feels like eternity.

Right when your eyelids felt heavy from tiredness, you felt the table vibrating lightly for a moment. After looking underneath a stack of papers on hour desk, the source of it was your phone.

A text, from Dan Heng to be specific. He simply asked if you were awake or not. A part of you wanted to lie, knowing he would probably scold you for spending bedtime in front of a desk... again. Though, you felt that he would somehow know the truth either way.

Usually Dan Heng would say something like what Asta said earlier, how health is more important than work. Whilst the statement is true, the thought of finishing all the current problems now and sleeping soundly sounds better for you.

"Would it be possible if I call you right now?"

Confusion struck you when reading the text. It's not often that Dan Heng would ask for a late night call at this hour, it's almost three in the morning for the station's system time.

After texting him an approval for the call, you grabbed an earphone and answered it immediately. "Hey," you greeted him, "... you okay?"

From the other side of the phone, Dan Heng's worries lifted when he heard your voice. "I'm... I'm fine, I just needed to hear you again," his stutter made you doubt his words, but knowing Dan Heng, if he doesn't talk about it then he prefer keeping it to himself.

Although he wasn't truthful on his state of mind right now, Dan Heng wasn't lying when he said he needs to hear your voice again. It's a confirmation that you're okay, and that the stellaron hunter didn't annihilate Herta's Space Station like how he did with the IPC ships he boarded in the past.

"If you want to hear me so bad, interested in hearing a forty-five page research paper of 'the effects of a stellaron to the sorrounding magnetic field'?" you tried to lighten the mood, which results positively as Dan Heng lets out a small chuckle.

"As much as I enjoy reading, I'll leave the long research papers to you," your concerned thoughts slowed down as Dan Heng's tone changed to a less distressed one.

"Then how did the Belobog trailblazing go?"

Dan Heng leaned against the wall behind him, phone on his ear whilst his breathing hadn't fully calmed down yet. "It ended well despite the inconveniences, a 2.5 at best," he answered.

"Really?" you couldn't help but smile whilst opening up your recent texts with March 7th. "The wanted posters really highlighted your features though," your snicker is followed by a groan from Dan Heng.

"March sent you the photos?" his question results in a laugh coming from you. Your smile spreads like the plague as you scroll through the photos. Dan Heng still held the same nonchalant look in all of them, but it would be a lie to say you didn't save all of the photos.

"Yep, all of them actually. Didn't know your new friend likes to go through trash cans."

Usually when teasing him regarding his recent trailblazing experiences, he would respond with an exasperated sigh; this time Dan Heng responds with a light and airy laugh. You took a deep breath before asking him, "So, where are you headed to next?"

Dan Heng stayed quiet for a moment. Himeko hadn't told them anything about their next destination, but he knew that it would somehow end up being the Luofu. Even after years of running, he couldn't avoid his 'home' in the end.

"There hasn't been a conclusive answer yet, but..." he hesitates on continuing. Even if you knew bits and pieces of his past, a part of him didn't want you to know the full picture. People instinctively run away from danger, and he fears you knowing means bringing the danger right at you and everyone in the space station.

You stayed quiet, patiently waiting for an answer but not pushing him to answer. Dan Heng took another deep breath before continuing, "the Luofu might be in danger. He's there."

Even with the lack of a proper name, you knew who he's talking about. Dan Heng mentioned about someone hunting him in the past, and you connected yourself that it might be connected to why he's not allowed in the Xianzhou Luofu.

To be honest, you're unsure how to answer. "Then... I assume the express is heading there next?"

Dan Heng doesn't have a definite answer yet, he just woke up barely minutes ago after all. "I don't know but... if there is real danger coming from there then it's likely," he knows the goals of the express', and the mere prescence of a stellaron hunter in the Luofu means a stellaron might be there as well; which ties back to the express.

Dan Heng is someone who can't face his past; for his own safety and others. Even if he's sure Welt and Himeko would protecf him if something does happen, the possibility of them getting hurt due to him haunts him. And if the express is hurt, would he chase after you too?

"Dan Heng?"

The soothing call of his name snaps Dan Heng away from his thoughts. "It'll be fine," you tried to comfort his thoughts. Despite not having the full picture on what's going on, you had an idea on what Dan Heng would be feeling; after all, dating a quiet person means it's easier to read them the more time passed.

"If that person is really there, he can't reach Herta's station. All of the passengers in the express aren't ordinary fighters too," you tried to hide any form of doubts, especially about the opponent being a stellaron hunter.

"I know you're worried, and it's reasonable to be. But I'm sure everything will be okay, for you and for everyone else," Dan Heng's rapid heartbeat and anxiety from before dissipates to normalcy. His hand held tighter onto the phone pressed against his ear.

He didn't need to speak, even simple words gratitude isn't needed. Even through a phone, you can feel him slowly relaxing into the calm and collected person you fell for. Dan Heng's rather rare smile appeared, even if his expression still held a hint of tiredness.

"What would I do without you," it's not a question, but a statement. A part of him feels as though even if his body is in the station, he would still be lost in the vast galaxy.

"Adventuring as a trailblazer duh, just with less phone calls." Your laughter filled the empty room with no one in sight, but it also entered Dan Heng's mind as a cure for his worries.

Yes, the two of you aren't able to call eachother everyday; not even every week. Even so, it didn't make either of you feel inadequate or losing touch with the other.

Dan Heng has the express, and you have Herta's Space Station, each of you having your own lives. The bond of care and trust you have for eachother kept you two away from parting ways; understanding that being distanced due to work doesn't always mean the end.

#danheng #danheng x male reader #danheng x reader #honkai starrail #honkai #honkai danheng x reader #danheng honkai starrail #hsr #danheng x gn reader #dan heng #dan heng x reader #☆works

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eds6ngel · 9 months

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♀️the price of womanhood

i want to thank @thefreak0fhawkinshigh for giving me this idea !! their thought about eddie being mad at the price of female hygiene products gave me this wonderful idea <33

warnings: fem!reader. afab!reader. she her pronouns. period talk. mentions of sex. reader is mentioned as petite and has size medium underwear. established relationship. r and eddie are both mid-twenties. swearing. eddie being a lil feminist. fluff. comfort. robin cameo!! [1.9k].

Robin groans as she hears the frantic knocking at her apartment door, lifting herself from the comfy space on her couch as she attends to the visitor.

Twisting the knob, she pulls open the door to a worn-out looking Eddie Munson. His breath is heavy, hair disheveled as it seems he ran to her apartment.

“What do you want, Munson?”

“Okay,” he breathes out, “I need your help.”

She huffs, signalling with her arm to let the young metalhead in, wondering what was so desperate that he came to her for help. Couldn’t he just ask his girlfriend?

Unless, it was a girlfriend problem.

You woke up to Eddie curled up next to you, head slotted in the gap between your head and shoulder.

However, a sharp pain at the bottom of your stomach distracts you from your calmness. You hiss at the intrusion, carefully lifting Eddie’s arm up and moving yourself off of the bed.

“You okay, princess?” Eddie grumbles from behind you, eyes still closed from where the sleep was not allowing him to arise.

You turn your back towards him, leaning down and stroking his hair, his eyes squinted a little, getting used to the sunlight. “I’m just heading to the bathroom, okay? I’ll be back, I promise.”

He hums in response as you place a tender kiss to his hairline, rising from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

You sit down on the toilet, letting your bladder empty as another pain hits you suddenly. As you collect the toilet paper in your hand, you wipe, lifting the paper to see it stained red.

Your period had started.

However, as you look up to grab a pad from your usual stocked-up pile, the shelf seems to be empty. You were out of sanitary products.

You huff, your flow being a little heavy, you go the old-fashioned route: stuffing your underwear full of toilet paper. It would have to do for now.

You return to the bedroom, heading over to yours and Eddie’s shared closet, beginning to choose an outfit.

Eddie groans, “Thought you were coming back for morning cuddles.”

“They’ll have to be put on hold baby, I’m out of pads. Need to go to the store quickly.”

The mention of the word “pads” alerts Eddie, him suddenly coming up behind you, putting his hands on your waist and moving you out of the way.

“As your boyfriend, my girlfriend deserves to relax whilst I take on the job of retrieving her sanitary products,” he tells you in a put-on posh accent.

You giggle, “You make periods sound so glamourous.”

“A regular, manageable cycle is a good sign to me,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek and throwing on a black t-shirt, taking a pair of jeans from out the drawer.

“You need anything else whilst I’m gone, sweetheart? Heating pad, paracetamol, lemon water?”

You smile to yourself. God, he was so understanding.

“I can get the heating pad myself baby, don’t worry. You concentrate on the sanitary products.”

“Okay,” he says, throwing on his infamous pair of white sneakers and doing up the zip to his trousers. He does a once-over in the mirror, shaking his head like a wet dog to get his hair semi-presentable.

You’ve already made your way to the kitchen, switching on the kettle and patiently waiting for the water to warm.

You wince as another cramp hits you, Eddie coming into the room and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, tenderly massaging the bottom of your stomach.

“It’s manageable,” you tell him, already knowing what his question was gonna be. You’d become accustomed to the routine by now, you and Eddie taking this monthly trip around the sun many times.

“Okay,” he mumbles into your neck, “I’ll be as quick as possible, okay?”

You hum as he presses a kiss to your neck, letting go of you as you hear the keys jangle, him unlocking the door and heading to the store.

As Eddie stands in the sanitary products aisle, he is overwhelmed by the amount of products. Why were there so many options?

The brand you bought were called Always, wasn’t that enough knowledge to know?

Extra heavy overnight. Okay, you don’t need overnight, scratch that off the never-ending options.

Extra heavy flow. Heavy flow. Regular flow. With wings. Long super. Extra long super. Why the fuck were there so many different types?

He huffs as he quickly thinks of someone he could ask for help. Someone who lived a mere five minutes from the store.

Eddie went on an extremely long ramble about his problems, Robin realising what the issue was after one sentence. But, she let him talk regardless. It was funny seeing him stress out.

“Okay. So basically, Y/N needs pads, but you went to the store with no knowledge about her menstrual cycle apart from the brand name of her pads.”

Eddie groans as he places his hands over his face, “Yeah, I know. I sound like a fuckin’ idiot.”

Robin snorts, “Don’t worry, you’re still doing better than Steve. He just picked up a random one. Like, thanks dude, the extra thin, light flow ones are really gonna help me when I evidently have painful cramps.”

“So… Painful cramps means heavier flow?”

Robin nods, “Yes, usually. Are her cramps bad?”

Eddie shakes his head, recalling the conversation from earlier, “No, she said they’re manageable. They usually are. Sometimes they get bad, but she’s never bought a different packet.”

“Good to know. What’s her size?”

“I mean…” Eddie coughs, “She’s a petite girl, so her pussy kinda matches that—“

Robin looks at him in disgust, “Not the size of her vagina, you dickwad! The size of her underwear!”

“Oh, um… I guess a medium?”

“Right,” Robin thinks, “Size 1, Regular Flow. That’s your answer.”

“Great,” Eddie smiles, before contemplating something else, “Wait, what about the wings shit?”

“What about it?” Robin questions.

“Well, do I need ones with wings?”

Robin huffs, pinching the bridge of her nose, “That’s a personal preference thing dude. Does she buy ones with wings?”

“How am I supposed to know?” he asks, as if the answer is obvious.

“Just get her some with wings. Better to be safe than sorry.”

“Okay,” he breathes out, “Thanks Robs, you’re a lifesaver.”

“Great, now go. I have a date to get ready for,” she says, turning her back to him.

“A date?” he questions, “It’s 10AM.”

“And I need to look perfect, Munson!”

He laughs as he shakes his head, closing Robin’s front door behind him and heading back to the store.

Always Infinity. Size 1. Regular Flow. With Wings.

Eddie searched throughout the shelves of sanitary products, looking closely at the labels as he comes across the correct product.

“Thank fuck for that,” he mutters to himself, grabbing two packets in his hand, knowing that would last you a couple of months, before heading to the checkout.

The woman scans the items, Eddie waiting patiently before she tells him the price. Something he was not ready to hear.

“That’s $15.”

Eddie almost choked on his own saliva, his wallet in his hand, ready to give her a $5 bill at most. “I’m sorry?” he splutters out.

“$15. Do you not have the money, sir?”

Eddie’s eyebrows are raised to the top of his forehead, showing the endless creases as he rapidly blinks. “No, I-I do. Yeah, um…” He takes out another $10 bill along with his planned $5 and hands it to the cashier woman.

She puts it in the cash register, smiling at him as she basically tells him with her eyes that it’s time for him to leave.

“Uh… thank you,” he awkwardly smiles, turning his back and heading out towards his van.

Fifteen fucking dollars.

The sound of the front door slamming shut signals the arrival of your boyfriend. You slowly rise from the bed, placing your heating pad on the bedside table and greeting Eddie in the kitchen.

“Babe, I am so sorry. I had no idea what I was doing, so I had to go to Robin’s to ask her for help, and then I still didn’t know if that’s exactly what you wanted, so I’m sorry if I fucked it up—”

You cut off his rambling with a kiss, him cupping your cheeks as you lean your forehead against his. “It’s perfect, thank you for doing this.”

You looked down at the two packets of pads, picking them up in your hands, “The size and flow are correct, so that’s the main important thing. For next time, I buy the cotton ones, but the infinity ones are good for now,” you smile.

“Okay, as long as you can use them,” he replies, you rushing to the toilet to replace the soaked through tissue with a much comfier sanitary towel.

As you come back, Eddie lets out, “Can we talk about the price of that shit though?”

“Oh yeah,” you shrug, “Well, I’m used to it.”

“You fucking shouldn’t be!” he exclaims, “That shit cost me fifteen dollars! I mean, you don’t even ask for this, this is just a part of growing up for you. How are a pack of condoms, which aren’t even necessary to me, only three dollars more expensive? Like, that’s such bullshit.”

You softly laugh at Eddie’s outrage. It wasn’t common for you to see men act like this towards the price of having a period. You 100% agreed, but, sometimes you don’t realise how it seemed from an outside perspective. You’d been doing this for well over ten years, your bank account was used to the monthly spending.

“God,” he breathes out, “I would hate being a woman. Like, imagine having to bleed out of your vagina every month for not conceiving, and then having to go on some form of birth control regardless because of how painful your cramps are or because you are having sex. And then what do men get? The least reliable form of contraception. So, women are pretty much punished for being women.”

You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck, “That’s the price of womanhood baby. Very feminist of you to talk like that, I must say.”

“If that’s what feminism is about, count me the fuck in,” he straightforwardly admits.

You giggle, placing a soft kiss to his lips, “I love you. Thank you for getting these for me, and thank you for having a rage about the price of menstrual products.”

“I love you too,” he mumbles into your neck, “I’m sorry you have to go through this shit.”

“It’s okay… I’m used to it.”

He leans back, cupping your face in his large, ringed hands, “You shouldn’t be. You’re very brave for having to deal with this. Very, very proud.”

You smile back, “I’m proud of you for going out of your way to learn all of this stuff. Not many men do that, you know?”

He hugs you, “Well, they should. It’s the least I could do in comparison to what you go through.”

You look up at him, “Thank you for understanding.”

“Thank you for trusting me.”

i do truly believe this is canonically accurate. eddie munson is a lil feminist.

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