#lower left abdominal pain

[backpainsolution]

Release back pain

Exercise can be helpful in relieving and preventing lower back pain. Here are some exercises that can be beneficial:

Pelvic tilt: Lie on your back with your knees bent and feet flat on the ground. Tighten your abdominal muscles and press your lower back into the ground. Hold for 5 seconds and release.

Knee-to-chest stretch: Lie on your back with your knees bent and feet flat on the ground. Bring one knee up to your chest and hold for 15-30 seconds. Repeat with the other leg.

Bird dog: Start on your hands and knees. Lift your right arm and left leg straight out, keeping your back straight. Hold for a few seconds and then switch sides.

Bridge: Lie on your back with your knees bent and feet flat on the ground. Lift your hips up toward the ceiling, squeezing your glutes. Hold for a few seconds and then lower back down.

Cat-cow stretch: Start on your hands and knees. Arch your back up like a cat and then lower it down like a cow. Repeat several times.

Cobra pose: Lie on your stomach with your hands under your shoulders. Press up through your hands, lifting your chest and arching your back. Hold for a few seconds and then lower back down.

Child's pose: Kneel on the ground and stretch your arms forward, lowering your forehead to the mat. Hold for several seconds.

Remember to start slowly and gradually increase the intensity and duration of your exercises. If you experience pain or discomfort during any exercise, stop and consult with a medical professional.

[dilfsfordinner]

a/n- this fucker is nasty, but my uterus is taking over my brain so idc

warnings- IF YOU DON’T LIKE BLOOD, DON’T READ, PLEASE, fem! bodied reader, period oral sex (fem! receiving), fingering, cramps and talk of periods in general

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Since the torturous days of puberty, every year you had been suffering from the claws of your monthly blood week, your period somehow always finding a new way to piss you off, this time being the fact that you were getting pelted with an endless slew of pitchfork-esque cramps.

A warm bath didn’t help, sitting didn’t help, and somehow, sleeping didn’t either because the pinching twists in your uterus followed you into your dreams as well.

It didn’t matter that it was Saturday, if you couldn’t relax it wasn’t really the weekend. It didn’t help that the sky was gloomy either, clouds blocking the one thing that could possibly lighten your attitude. Toji didn’t seem to notice your very irritated mood, or the countless side-eyes you had been throwing at him since the beginning of the day, he just continued to prep breakfast, seemingly clueless to the war raging in your insides.

Groaning, you threw the heavy, down comforter off of your burning limbs, struggling to the kitchen in a very shaky fashion. You couldn’t even be mad at your man for not noticing, he was caught up in making food for the both of you, and you had to admit, it smelled wonderful.

You seemed to forget that his senses were unnaturally heightened, so dragging your feet and muttering under your breath did very little to conceal your presence, let alone your emotions. Making an effort to wrench the fridge open, you scanned for something sweet, preferably watermelon or something that wouldn’t make you feel like shit after eating, but to no avail, you were left with no fruit finds, a huff leaving you as you placed your hands on your hips, staring at the shelves as if you could make something just magically appear.

Warmth radiated from behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist as Toji rested his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “What’s the matter, pretty,” he murmured, kissing the soft panel of skin beneath your jaw before turning his attention to rubbing soft circles on your waist.

A half-moan, half-sigh was pulled from you, his actions relaxing the tense muscles coiling inside of your lower half, cramps calming briefly at the deep massage his fingers delivered. “My period,” was all you managed to breathe out, trying to appreciate the short-lived relief he gave you, your limbs almost going lax in his hold.

Toji stiffened against your back, his muscles tightening in some protective, almost primal way. He wished he could take your pain, even for a second, because the sight of his love struggling to eat, walk, and even stand for a week of every month was torture in itself.

“Do you want to eat now?” he asked softly, continuing his massage just below your navel. You were actually excited to eat, excited to finally satisfy one kind of abdominal ache, that was until a sharp, stabbing sensation ripped along your lower, left side, most likely caused by the long fingers kneading the muscles there.

Gritting your teeth to prevent a cry, you pushed Toji’s hands away, shrugging out of his hold to stomp back to your bedroom, anger, as irrational and undeserved as it was, fizzling off of you and pointedly toward Toji. Yes, your period made you the “stereotypical”, hormone-crazed, emotional woman, but you had an excuse, you were cursed with some of the most inconvenient pains, which inevitably caused your attitude to turn, well, a little.. sassy.

Toji, however, knew exactly how to quell such sass, as bold as it might seem. So, carefully, he followed behind the angry breadcrumbs of muttered insults you purposely said aloud, to join you in the warmth of your bedroom. There, Toji watched as you plopped on the end of the bed, the action causing your arms to fold over your stomach in pain, curses spewing from you as his presence was accidentally, or maybe, intentionally ignored.

Gathering his courage to approach the beast groaning on the bed, Toji made himself known by pushing open the door, his footsteps light as he made his way over to your hunched figure. Your hands came up to cover your face, a sigh shaking your shoulders as a ticklish sensation enveloped your feet.

There, kneeling before you, was your very caring, very concerned husband, his large hands cradling your feet, the warmth of his palms even hotter than the fluffy, woolen socks that adorned your toes. He didn’t say anything, his face perfectly calm, peaceful in the warm light of the lamps you had placed around the room.

Green eyes came up to meet your hidden gaze, your fingers split just so to peek down at him. “Let me help you,” was all he said, voice hushed, his hands continuing their massage further up your legs, and even then, he never broke eye contact. “Please,” he whispered, those eyes of his so genuinely interested in pleasing you, taking care of you, you couldn’t help but trust him, letting your hands fall away to slowly nod at him.

Humming gratefully, his hands skated up your thighs to grasp the waistband of your pajama pants and undies, fingers teasing the delicate skin of your navel. “Lie back for me,” he murmured, hands still as he awaited your response. Apprehensively, you let yourself sink into the thick blankets beneath you, watching as he lifted your legs to slide your clothes and undergarments off.

“Wait, Toji, I’m-”

“I know,” he hushed you, kissing the inside of your knee before pulling his black sweater over his head, leaving him bare from the waist up. You thought he was trying to get something for himself, but no, he used the sweater for you, one hand lifting both of your legs up so that he could slide the knit material under your bottom. A.. towel of a sort?

Finally realizing what he planned to do, you snapped your thighs closed, huffing to sit up on your elbows, Toji looking up at you with amused eyebrows, his head tilted knowingly. “I’m bleeding,” was what you settled on, surely thinking that that was enough to steer him away from anything remotely sexual.

Toji just looked at you, his gaze not faltering, almost like he was challenging you for a better excuse, “And?”

“It’s gross!”

“No, it’s not. Besides, it’ll help you relax.”

Holding eye contact, he lowered himself to leave a kiss on your ankle, continuing up until his nose nuzzled the top of your thigh. “Trust me,” he whispered, his arms snaking underneath your thighs hesitantly, before he was tugging you to the edge of the bed, the crook of your knees fitting perfectly over the curve of his shoulders.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your eyebrows furrowed, debating letting him have his way with you, a checklist appearing in your head; One, he was clean so there really wasn’t the need to worry about infections or uti’s, especially because he had washed his hands a bunch while making breakfast. Two, he hadn’t eaten so his mouth was clean after recently having brushed. The third was where you really struggled. Did he really want to? Was he really not disgusted by the fact that you were currently leaking blood?

His low eyelids and eager kisses answered your questions enough, the doubts you had disappearing one by one, so with slow movements, you settled back onto the blankets, body relaxing in his hold.

Now, there was no word to describe how good it felt to have “relations” on any regular day, but on your period, it truly felt other worldly. The second Toji’s mouth left a kiss to the curve of your pubic bone, it was like your cramps took it as a sign to stop their infernal pounding, like even they knew what was to come.

Those kisses didn’t stop at the top, oh no, they continued to places much lower. There was a pause in his sweet ministrations before a gentle lick was being delivered up your slit, Toji’s tongue stopping at the top of your crease before he started to suckle the little bud there, your clit wasting no time sending electric bolts of pleasure up your spine.

He continued to suck and suck, circling his tongue, up and down, and side to side all while you shivered in his hold, chest rising and falling faster with the need to pull in air, your hand coming down to rest in his silky hair, inky strands slightly askew from the restless movements you used, your fingers raking through his locks.

It went on like that for what seemed like hours, his tongue pattern routine in your mind. You were so close to falling off the edge, all of your pleasure funneling to one spot in your core before you felt something nudge your entrance. Said “thing” was long and expertly trained on the subject of fingering, Toji’s middle finger pushing into your hole, a breathy sigh of his name leaving your lips.

With the added appendage, the sensations you were feeling increased tenfold, that familiar heartbeat throbbing in your cunt making your hips restless in his hold, Toji never relenting, continuing his strokes added with the plunge of his finger.

Looking down, he was certainly a sight to behold. His eyes were closed, eyebrows drawn together, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and his lips, his chin- they were red, smeared with a dripping, ruby substance. Humiliation burned throughout your body, your hands about to cover your face before a certain noise stopped you. He had groaned, you realized, and not only that, it had sounded desperate, throaty and utterly him. He really didn’t mind.

A second finger began to push into you, the cold band of his wedding ring entering the warmth of your cunt, two different types of liquids squelching from the curl of his fingers, trickling down the inside of his palm. The skin of your entrance was taut around his fingers with every plunge inside, a pink ring beginning to accumulate at the base of his knuckles, your white liquids mixing with blood to create an interesting mixture of telltale orgasmic signs.

His mouth was messy, tongue delving to tease your hole before licking back up to your clit, his fingers and lips sometimes trading places to stretch your sanity even thinner. You looked so pretty, your nipples peaked under the material of your shirt, your chest heaving, and your face, which was barely visible to him, was cast to the side, eyes closed and mouth open, panting his name and other mindless words he couldn’t focus on enough to decipher.

“Toji, I’m-” you couldn’t even finish your shaky sentence, Toji finding it in him to make sure you finished in the most overwhelming way possible, his strong arms curling around your thighs, anchoring you to his mouth to prevent you from running away.

With a brush against that spongey spot inside of you and a particularly deft suck to your clit, you came with a shudder, your thighs shaking and squeezing him, heart beating so fast it felt like blood was emptying into a hollow place in your head. Easing his fingers out of you, Toji slowly detached his mouth from your cunt, licking his lips, gazing fondly at your very lax limbs and panting chest.

A dip in the mattress told you that he had seated himself next to your spent form, your eyes too tired to actually open and see. The fingers of his clean hand stroked down your cheek- comforting and calm. “How do you feel?” he murmured, fingers continuing their strokes down the side of your face until you opened your eyes.

You hadn’t even realized until he’d brought it up, but the agonizing, devilish cramps you were pelted with before were now reduced to nothing but a dull ache, sharpness and nausea free from the chamber of your insides. “A lot.. better,” your last word was quiet, like you didn’t want to admit that he was right about the whole thing after all.

A teasing flick to your forehead hinted that he knew very well how right he was. “I told you,” Toji grinned, watching as you rolled your eyes playfully, using your jello-like arms to try and push yourself into a seated position.

Being right next to him, you noticed just how dirty you had gotten him. The bottom half of his face was stained red, pinkish lines from your liquids trailing down his jaw and down his neck. Holding a laugh, you gestured to his figure, “You need a wash.”

Moving past him, you bent to pick up your discarded clothing that had been thrown haphazardly in the moment. You should’ve known he was planning something because as soon as you grasped your pants, a slap was delivered to your bum, a gasp coming from your lips as your head whipped to face the culprit, Toji’s arms crossed, eyes looking suspiciously humorous.

Twisting to see what he’d done, the slap he’d delivered had left a handprint, two imprinted fingers stained red on your skin, your previously clean body now sullied by your own blood. Scowling up at him, you watched as he strolled to the bathroom, saying over his shoulder, “Now you do too.”

With a muttered curse, the balled up pants you had in hand somehow made their way soaring across the room to hit the black haired man right to the back of his head. There’s one thing that never changed- if your period wasn’t the one pissing you off, Toji certainly knew how to take up that position.

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[ninibeingdelulu]

Silence ✧

Plot: You, one of the nurse of the Task Force 141, take care of his injury.

A/N: Guys— I know I said I’m gonna take a break but this have been in my mind and I wanted to share it with y’all😭 so my final post until exams is gonna be abt kaiser!!

It's been another one of those brutal ops that left the boys of Task Force 141 pretty banged up as usual.

Holed up back at the safe house, you're the only nurse on duty tonight handling their medical needs post-mission.

The door to the makeshift triage bay suddenly kicks open with Lieutenant Ghost himself stalking inside with that icy unreadable vibe he always gives off.

Like he's some sorta apex predator assessing any potential prey in his vicinity even among allies.

With his usual skull baclava, he head toward a chair without a word. Then he just calmly lifts his bloodstained shirt exposing that frighteningly huge, scarred torso built like some kinda walking brick shithouse.

You can't help the nervous gulp escaping as those piercing steel-black eyes bore straight through you standing there frozen.

Sizing you up like some helpless little rabbit ready to be ripped apart by those massive bear-paw mitts clenching fistfuls of shredded fatigues.

Until your medical training finally clicks into autopilot gear catching sight of the nasty bullet graze scorched across his lower abdominal slabs.

Gnarly enough to require patching up judging by the steady trickle still seeping out between those ridges.

You give the subtlest shake snapping out of it then retrieve the first aid kit heading over.

Carefully avoiding those glacial irises still tracking you as you silently kneel before the seated Lieutenant without uttering a word.

Once situated between those tree-trunk thighs you get to work cleaning and disinfecting the jagged wound with the antiseptic wipes.

Ghost barely even flinches when the alcohol solution hits that raw patch of burger meat - dude's an absolute stoic savant when it comes to playing through pain.

At least until you hear the faintest hiss slipping past those clenched jaws when you apply slightly too much pressure against the tender injury.

Instantly you freeze then murmur a hushed apology, letting your touch turn gossamer light yet still effectively cleaning the gash while he stays utterly motionless.

Something about the close proximity between you both suddenly amplifies, like both your heartbeats are syncing up while you focus on meticulously wrapping those sterile bandages around Ghost's midsection.

Even through all that scar-tissue cratering his abdomen you can feel the searing warmth radiating off in pulsating waves.

Against your better judgment you chance a glance upwards to check if everything's still good on his end.

But the second your gaze meets that utterly primal smokey-black stare piercing straight through you, it's like every nerve ending in your body ignites simultaneously.

Those razor-sharp raptor eyes hungrily drink in every subtle shift and flex of your form positioned so vulnerably below him.

Heart thundering against your ribcage now as realization dawns about just how terrifyingly easy it would be for those titanic arms to completely overpower and snap you like a damn twig.

Yet a deeper core-level current also hums between the charged particles gathering unbearably thick in the air around you both too.

Stoking thrills of a different sort pulsing through your veins beyond just the mortal peril his presence typically broadcasts.

By the time you finish securing the gauze wrappings and carefully rise back upright, your throat's gone bone dry.

Forcing you to swallow hard glancing away while reminding him not to overexert. To diligently rest and hydrate sufficiently over the next few recovery days so you don't hafta come redress this all over again.

But the second your back's turned gathering those scattered supplies, you audibly inhale feeling Ghost's furnace-like proximity crowding up against you from behind.

Not overtly threatening yet - rather merely an intoxicatingly heady presence amplifying that strange tension crackling across your hypersensitive nerve endings exquisitely.

Those steel-cable forearms extending across both sides bracketing you in while his ragged whisper ghosts up the nape of your neck with a scorching caress.

"Much obliged, then...for always patching us up good as new, Doc..."

The words alone already skated the boundaries of impropriety.

But coupled with that dangerously carnal subtext rumbling just beneath the surface instantly flash-fried your higher cognitive processes into vapor.

You remained utterly petrified in place absorbing the infinitesimal sensations of his titanium frame pressing so tantalizingly close yet not fully against you while Ghost silently withdrew.

Leaving your entire body combusting from the inside out without another word spoken between you both...

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Labor HC (ft. Poly!Mates Bat Boys)

Warnings: intense labor, my bsf just had her first baby and told me all the horrific things 🫠, personally i never want children, thank the cauldron for healing magic, longish? compared to my other hc, i guess labor horror? the idea of giving birth scares the ever loving shit out of me

By the end of your pregnancy your stomach was the size of two side by side watermelons

Madja grew increasingly worried that you would not survive the labor at how big the babe inside of you had grown

you worried your child would tear itself out of your womb

indefinite bed rest for you

which you honestly didn't mind since it was getting difficult for you to move your body without getting tired

bat boys worry. you aren't illyrian. if the baby belonged to cassian or azriel, your body would not be able to allow for wings to grow. (paternity/gendering of the baby was not possible. all the results came back as inconclusive)

as it gets more cramped inside of you, every one of the baby's movements is felt by you.

Rhys neglects much of his work and favors spending every waking hour by your side.

Cassian and Azriel grow extremely considered when they hear commotion arising in the Hewn City. Az has heard that many in the Court of Nightmares wish for your demise in labor. They take each threat to your life seriously and spend their time ensuring the security and safety of you and your unborn child.

they can't protect you from the pain of labor though

Rhys and Az were asleep with you in the bed, Cassian preferring to stand guard outside your door.

You're pulled out of sleep rather abruptly, well aware of the unconscious tensing of your muscles as a stabbing pressure digs into your abdominal area. a tightening and squeeze so vicious that you try and sit up immediately but your big belly prevents you from doing so.

stomach churning fear rises in you. it was time.

you shake your mates awake as another squeezing pain that burned across your lower back and pelvis.

they've drilled for this. no really your bat boys have played out the scenario an annoying amount of times. Az leaps from the bed to alert Cassian, Rhys helping you sit up

Azriel leaves to fetch Madja since he's the fastest

the Wraiths prep everything you may need and wait in the room with you, Rhysand and Cassian until Azriel returns with the healer.

that's when things really start

you were already screaming when Madja arrived. Nuala and Cerridwen had prepped you for the labor if Madja were too late.

Azriel had your left hand, brows furrowed and wishing he can transfer the pain you were going through into his body. Even if this pain meant the birth of a child, he hated hearing your screams or the tears welling in your eyes as you push with all your might

Rhysand, who had been hold your right hand transfers it to Cassian's care as he moves to be by Madja side to watch the actual birth. His eyes keep darting from your lower half to your face.

you never knew bringing another life into the world was so painful. you yourself didn't know either of your parents. no one to warn you of what you would face in childbirth

your bat boys were there though, that was all that mattered.

time drags with each heave you give

then he was born. . .

Dagen. even with his wings tucked in tight, pushing him out damn near tore you from your v to your a. like that whole entire region was on fire

"O-Oh. . ." Madja gasped, clearly startled as she held your baby in her arms, having been about to pass him to Rhysand. Almost in fear she looks at Rhysand. "I. . .I think there is another babe coming. . ."

Two babies???

you didn't believe her. until you felt another intense wave of pain start up again. dagen nearly tore you in half. you couldn't imagine pushing out another baby that potentially had wings.

"no, please no" you sob, every part of you aching.

Cassian looks scared. "You can do this." his hand was numb but he didn 't care.

"We're here." Azriel nods and gives your hand an encouraging squeeze.

Rhysand was still standing a little dumbstruck with a fresh newborn in his arms.Thankfully one of the wraith sisters nudges him, her arms ready to take the baby so he can go back to focusing on the next one.

Rian arrived quickly, smaller than dagen thanks to the lack of wings

there was five minutes of peace where Rhysand and Cerridwen showed you your boys. beautiful boys that you and your mates created

until you felt another stabbing sensation.

you screamed at rhysand, azriel and cassian. damning them to a suffering in the afterlife for putting you through this.

to you this was bullshit.

it should be impossible!! then again, so was having three destined mates

Mor had called it a miracle. you now thought of it as a curse. you never knew having three mates meant giving birth to three babies at the same time

the third baby however would prove to be the most difficult. thanks to the previous two, you were beyond exhausted and begging for someone to just rip it from you. there was no way you could push it out by yourself.

Madja made the tough call of performing a cesarean section

the wraiths took away rian and dagen as the surgery took place

they'd been in wars, seen carnage, but there your bat boys were with white faces that expressed utter horror

the last baby to be delivered was a little girl with wings. your Baila.

exhausted, you pass out soon after Madja pulls her from you.

everyone is pushed out of the room except for madja herself as she sews you back up and stops the bleeding that could possibly kill you if not treated properly.

it feels like a dream to you when you wake up.

except every part of you is still suffering from a dull pain

your bat boys introduce you to your three pretty babies

i hc that dagen is azriel's, rian is rhysand's and baila is cassian's cuz i've always thought of him as a girl dad and nothing can change that lol

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

belong (nsfw)

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Sumarry: Lucifer is always so very gentle with you.

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A/N: Inspired by this fic, but I made it dark. Sorry? TW: non-con TAGS: #bathtub sex #aftercare #implied sexual content #non-explicit sex #post-coital cuddling #implied/referenced dubious consent #soul selling #pondering the nature of free will and soul contracts #sort of psychological thriller vibes but not really #dubious consent #deal with a devil #love bites #implied rough sex #light praise kink

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Sprawled against the Devil’s chest in a grand bathtub next to the fireplace, you don’t think it can get better than this. Their soft breasts pressed against your back, their nimble fingers tracing patterns on your chest and stomach, their warm breath on your neck. Their soft lips on the sensitive skin of your jaw, their hair tickling you, their touch gentle and caring. It’s all like a dream. The softest, sweetest, most wonderful dream — the kind that you have right before you ought to wake up. 

Ah, it’s just what your sore and aching body needs.

The water is hot, and yet your lover’s touch makes you shiver. Gooseflesh appears on your skin. You wince when they caress a dark bruise their teeth left on your breast. 

“Aren’t you a sensitive little thing,” they say, and the low rumble next to your ear causes another shiver to run down your spine. Their voice is lilting and melodious — sweet and delicious and oozing like caramel. Just for that voice alone, you’d do anything.

Anything is a dangerous promise. 

They kiss the painful, throbbing love-bite on your neck. A sharp gasp escapes you. 

“Tell me, have I been too rough with you? I forget how… fragile mortals can be.” 

They’ve been less than gentle with you, that much is true. And yet, you can’t find it in yourself to mind. The pain brought with it indescribable pleasure. It left you aching and sensitive and marked with bruises, but pleasurably spent. However, you’re content to be pampered with gentle touch and a hot bath with fragrant oils and salts — you don’t think you could take anything more than utmost tenderness right now. 

“You haven’t,” you say, and they chuckle into your ear — a low, deep sound, a puff of air against your earlobe.

“Liar,” they whisper into your ear. You can feel them smile against it. “Don’t worry, my sweet lamb. I intend to be nothing but gentle with you now that I’ve had my fun.”

Their warm breath on your ear has an intoxicating effect on you. You close your eyes and smile stupidly, leaning into them as much as you can, wanting to be as close to them as possible. 

“Sweet thing,” they say and run their hand down your torso, down, down until they reach between your legs. You wince when they touch the bruised and abused bundle of nerves nestled between your lower lips. It’s painful, rather than pleasurable.

“Lucifer,” you say softly, and they make a little circle with their fingers. Your abdominal muscles convulse and you hiss. “Please, I can’t take it.”

“No?” they ask softly and plant a kiss on your neck. “But I am being so very gentle.”

They gently flick their fingers over the little bud and you buck your hips involuntarily. You try to move away from the painful touch, but there is nowhere to go. You are engulfed by their much larger body, by their gentle, but unrelenting hands. “Please,” you breathe, “I can’t.”

“The human body is wondrous thing. It entertains me greatly to see how much my touch affects you,” they say almost conversationally. They rub gentle circles, but even the lightest pressure makes you cry out in pain. However, hidden somewhere beneath the pain, distant pleasure starts to build. It grows in your lower belly, warm and steady. 

Belonging to the Devil isn’t something one should take lightly.

“Sweet, sweet lamb — how you amuse me. It feels good, doesn’t it?” they whisper softly, their voice a soothing lullaby in your ear. “Tell me, do you wish me to stop?”

You open your mouth to say yes, but words evade you. “I can’t,” you say instead.

“Of course you can,” they say, saccharine sweet. “Do you want me to show you?”

No, you want to say, but the words don’t come. “It hurts,” you whine. 

You’re hot — aching and throbbing, your lungs full of steam rising from the bath, hyperaware of their body pressing into your own, of their breath on your ear. They are inexorable, rubbing gentle circles, making you pant and whimper. The once distant pleasure emerges through the pain, stronger, clearer than before.

“Poor thing,” they coo, sugary sweet. “So sensitive, and yet doing so well for me. So obedient. Such a good girl.”

Their voice renders you dizzy and confused. What is it you wanted to say?

“Do you want me to stop?” they ask again and press harder. You cry out. They laugh into your neck — a warm gush of air and a sound of angel-bells ringing.

Stop, yes, stop — that’s what you wanted to say — but they rub harder and faster and then overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure washes over you. The intensity of it crashes and then ebbs and flows like a wave. You’re distantly aware of your own cries and the Devil’s soft words.

“See, my sweet dove? You can.”

But I didn’t want to, you think — a distant, hazy thought, something you can almost grasp. 

They whisper soft words of encouragement into your ear, and their voice ebbs and flows not unlike the pleasure in your belly. You convulse and ache and grip their arm, and they shush you, hold you, and caress you.

It takes a while before the pain and the pleasure subside. You’re sore and achey and spent — even more so than before. You didn’t think it possible.

“I…” you try to speak. 

“You…?” they mock you sweetly. 

“I didn’t…” 

“Didn’t you?,” they say, smiling into your neck. You can feel the sharpness of their teeth against your skin. 

I didn’t, you want to say, but you aren’t so sure anymore. A pleasant, blissful sleepiness weighs on your limbs like a heavy cloak. You drift in and out of sleep as the Devil gently cleans your sweaty skin, rubs your scalp, washes your hair and peppers soft kisses over your abused body. Tender, beautiful aftercare — exactly what you need — and oh, they do it so lovingly. 

It isn’t until you’re dried off and carefully carried and laid upon the bed — on the most exquisite and decadent silken sheets — that you find it in yourself to speak. You’re sleepy, so terribly sleepy, and yet you manage to ask what’s been on your mind for some time now.

“Lucifer…” you manage to utter, softly and quietly. 

“Yes?” they ask as they settle next to you, pulling you close, wrapping their arms around your waist. They bury their nose into your hair and inhale deeply. 

“Do I… have agency? Now, after the…”

They wrap a wing around you, shielding you and covering you as if with a blanket. “Of course you do. You can have anything you desire.”

They’re right — you do get everything you desire. And yet, what agency does someone — something — that belongs have? Is a plaything allowed to desire? And if it is, do they just end up desiring what their Master wants?

“Really?” you murmur. Your eyelids are heavy with sleep. A wonderful, warm feeling, and yet there is something underneath it. You can almost remember what it is.

“Name it and it is yours, little lamb.”

Yes, yes, it is true, you think as you snuggle closer to them. They’re warm and they smell like burning wood — comforting, like a fire that chases away the winter cold that wants to settle in one’s very bones. It’s true, you think — they always ask what you want. 

It’s just that you always seem to want exactly what they do.

You want to ask something else, but it escapes you. Something on the tip of your tongue you can’t quite grasp. A question, a flickering light you can’t quite catch. 

You sigh softly and drift into sleep — warm and safe in Lucifer’s embrace. Who knows, maybe if you stayed awake just a tad longer, you’d have remembered what you wanted to ask. 

Indeed — selling one's soul to the Devil isn’t something one should take lightly.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[twstowo]

Can I request for Ruggie trying to give a doughnut to the reader when they are upset/in a bad mood?(Reader is still upset at the personal problem they had and didn’t automatically cheer up but still thanked ruggie for giving them a doughnut💕?)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗SYNOPSIS: Reader is upset with their life problems so Ruggie tries to cheer them up with donuts.

♡︎ I feel like this is a paralel to the short fic I wrote of the reader feeding Ruggie.

♡︎Warning: None.

Today had been a terrible day, and maybe not just today but the whole week. Tests, Crowley being a pain, Ramshackle literally falling down—it seemed like everything was against you these past days.

You lowered your head into your hands, resting it there for a while as you sat down in the botanical garden, trying to have a moment for yourself since the place was empty. There was nothing like being surrounded by nature and its sounds. You felt somewhat relaxed, only to remember that it would be temporary; when you left the place, everything would come back. Damn, you had to overthink!

“Shyehe, look at you all sad.” Ruggie's voice made you jump, turning to look at his mocking expression. However, you didn't find the situation very funny. You sighed, closing your eyes and letting your body fall onto the grass, wishing it could consume you. For moments, you thought Ruggie had left you alone, as you hadn't heard any sound from him. You opened one of your eyes just to glance at the place where he stood minutes prior, only to find him gone. Maybe you should have said something to him, but the will to open your mouth and speak was nowhere to be found.

You woke up from your slumber as a bird landed on your forehead. In a state of shock, you noticed that it was already getting dark. Standing up, you sent the bird flying with some mad chirps. There was no way you had fallen asleep for such a long time. Your body hurt from sleeping on the floor, and you mentally noted to never do this again unless you wanted your back to hurt for the rest of the day.

You walked outside the botanical garden with a sleepy expression as you headed towards Ramshackle. But before you could get very far, you spotted Ruggie in the distance, coming towards you. He was holding a paper bag on his arms.

“Guess I’m still on time, you can have these.” He handed you the bag as you stared at him with a tired expression. “C’mon! Before I change my mind and eat the rest.” You looked inside the bag, spotting some donuts. You weren’t expecting Ruggie to be sharing his favorite delicacy with you. Sure, the two of you started sharing food some time ago, but Ruggie always made it clear that his donuts were completely out of the question as he loved them way too much. Was this is way of trying to cheer you up?

“…Thank you.” Even if you felt happy that he had done such a selfless thing for you, it didn’t seem to reflect in your words as you thanked him. You mentally facepalmed yourself as you watched him scratch the back of his head, fully noticing it. “Sorry, I’m just feeling down…” You were sure he had already seen that. It didn’t take much to notice your distant attitude in the past days. You had been slowly falling apart, with your group of friends becoming more and more distant. But that wasn’t something you wanted. You wanted start some conversation with Ruggie. As you watched his eyes slowly lose focus on you, you realized you didn’t want him to also leave you. That's when you remembered something. “I heard Leona slipped in the school hallways yesterday.” You watched as Ruggie started laughing so hard that he had to hold on to his abdominals, they were hurting so much.

“Y/N, you missed it all!” He placed his arm around your shoulder as the two of you started walking towards Ramshackle. “Let me tell you everything!” and the two of you spent the rest of the day together. You could have never thanked Ruggie enough.

[miss-multi45]

Sleep Token x GN/FEM!Reader

random Sleep Token thing. IDK I thought of this late last night and would've wrote it but my period had me bawling my eyes out. This it about the reader being on their period.

It was a usual rainy and misty day at the Manor, and all the windows were closed to keep the cold from interfering with the comforting warmth of the large estate.

All except one.

Yours was wide open, the rain pelting against the outside walls was pretty much the only thing distracting you from these godforsaken cramps. And it didn't help that the hot water bottle you had made yourself was on its last legs of being hot against your lower stomach.

Eventually, you gave in and decided to just nod off, you knew it would be hard but it was the only thing you actually wanted to do.

After around an hour of you in a deep state of sleep, the cold winds coming from your room caught the attention of the vessels.

"Why is it still so cold? Didn't you close all the doors and windows?" IV spoke, directing his question towards III.

"Yeah, I could've missed one, though." III replied, getting up out of his seat on the plush sofa.

"Oh, I know which one you missed." Vessel butted into the conversation. "Y/N's. They haven't come out of their room since yesterday afternoon."

That puzzled III, since when did you ever leave your windows open? "They wouldn't have done it themselves?"

"Well, maybe they're sick." II caught onto the discussion, but it was worrying why you hadn't left your room in nearly a day.

"I'll go close their window. If they haven't found it by now, they're probably asleep." Vessel sighed as he got up, trudging up the hardwood stairs as II trailed along behind him on the short journey to your room.

You didn't hear the door open, because of course you didn't. And you didn't hear the two vessels talking quietly so you wouldn't wake up.

"Yep. Window's open." Vessel confirmed, II shuddering at the deathly cold room.

"Are they okay? They're just a lump under the duvet." The shorter vessel tiptoed over to your covered up sleeping form, bending over and resting his head on your thigh.

He was about to excavate you from under the thick blanket when he felt something squishy from underneath the duvet. Pulling it out, he revealed a barely lukewarm hot water bottle with a black and blue knitted heat protection cover.

Vessel had already closed the cold window when he turned around and saw II holding a hot water bottle. "Is it still warm?"

II cradled it in his hands, lifting up the wool neck of the cover to determine the temperature of the water inside. "Not even room temperature anymore."

Vessel nodded, as if he knew why you hadn't left your room. "I'll go refill it." II however, was still confused as to why you hadn't left this room.

"Ok..but why haven't they come downstairs?" He left your room with Vessel in front of him, handing the taller creature the hot water bottle.

"Period. It takes a painful toll on the bodies of those who get them." Vessel answered, being the most knowledgeable on this subject after the three Vesselettes.

"Oh." II said, the word spoken in a sudden realisation tone.

When you woke up, the window was closed and your cramps were diabolical. Your hand shot down to your outside abdominal cavity and you felt no sign of your hot water bottle.

However, you did hear your door open behind you. And you definitely heard footsteps coming towards your bed.

You knew it was a vessel, you just didn't know which one it was. The mystery vessel lifted up the duvet just enough to slide a freshly heated hot water bottle against you lower stomach.

And when they pulled their hand out from under the blanket, you felt them gently rub your body from on top of the duvet. You let out a quiet hum of tiredness and gratitude, which made the vessel chuckle in return.

"You're doing brilliantly, love." Vessel whispered a few inches away from your ear, before walking towards the door and closing it behind him as he left you in your tired state, allowing you to sleep once again.

enjoy my fellow period havers.

[tonkatsubowl]

vampire.

vampire!blade x fem!reader.

hella smut. blade eats u out while it's shark week eheh

"aah... aa—! w-wait, slow... slow down..!"

when you started your menstrual cycle, you were always given the respectable space and distance from blade whenever it was needed. the cramps? the abdominal pain? it was too much to bear, especially knowing that your significant other was literally a vampire as well.

he thrived off of eating and drinking the flesh of blood of his victims, and if he needed nutrients, he would go out and kill to make sure his mara infestation doesn't get too erratic. that was how he lived. sometimes you'd even suggest that he can take nutrients from you, like biting your neck from time to time. but because how protective blade gets with you, he would never oblige to your offers.

...but this time, it was different. he needed you. he needed nutrients — and you.

a moment ago, you were incited for whatever reason. you were already on your menstrual cycle, and one of those annoying days came where you would be in heat for absolutely no reason... and blade knew of this.

and now would be the time he'd replenish himself with nutrients and your needs, too. originally, you didn't like the idea. you felt odd being on your cycle and having your partner just devour you there. would it be... dirty? yeah, you felt dirty from it. you felt filthy.

but blade didn't care. he loved you and wanted to be there for you, as well as wanting to satisfy himself (and you).

right now, he has you over a desk, your legs spread wide open for him. he was careful not to cut you with your fangs, but he was drinking, slurping and licking away at your rosebud as you were a messy, moaning mess. you were already at the moment of climaxing, and you had already came on his face once.

he was cleaning you up good. taking in every nutrient and fiber that left your system while also just practically fucking you with his tongue. he was already pent up, even, and was ready to stain himself with your own blood.

a string of saliva was connected between his mouth and your lower region, giving you a chance to breathe as he lifted himself up. you were breathing heavily after climaxing once again due to his masterful tongue, your eyes dazed. your hair a bit of a mess, and your body was full of hickeys, licks and trails of blade's saliva. you watched as your lover began to grind himself against you; his pent up frustration rubbing against your wet folds, hitting your most sensitive area as he was dry humping you.

"uwaa..." your moans were too adorable. too sweet. intoxicating to listen to. your hot breaths hit his neck as he leaned down to hold you, thrusting his hips into you.

"you sound so fucking cute." blade murmured. "you liked it when i had you with my tongue, huh?"

you turn red, murmuring a quiet, "s-shut up..."

earning a chuckle from blade, he raised himself up, unbuttoning his pants, letting his amazing girth reveal itself.

originally when the both of you began having sex, you were unsure if you could take his size, thinking that blade wouldn't fit. but after nights of pounding you in different locations of the stellaron hunters headquarters, he made sure that his pretty little thing could bear the size of his massive length.

when you felt his tip enter inside, a wave of pleasure hit you, granting you a small moan that escaped your lips. you gasp, your sickly sweet voice entranced by your heated breaths, your pupils shaping themselves to little hearts as blade began to fuck you there and now.

he rolled his hips back, already violently and roughly ramming his massive member into you, sounds of your skins clapping and juices squelching could be heard within the room the both of you were in. you could see there were soft traces of your blood painting all over his length, but he didn't care, he was into it.

he was fucking you rough, and boy he was fucking you hard. he made sure that only his princess would get some goodnight sleep after filling you up with his seed, or breeding you a couple of times at least.

blade began to breathe a bit harder, giving a visual indication that he was nearly at his limit. he leans down, pressing his lips against your neck, rolling his tongue all over your skin as he continued to ram inside of you. you felt the head of his member hit into your cervix points, granting you even more pleasure and..

god, it felt amazing.

you close your eyes as you felt yourself ready to cum as well, feeling the overall building up sensation in your lower regions.

"y/n... i'm—"

"b—blade...!"

he began to speed up, and something hot and sticky began to flood inside of you immediately. his seed began to flood from your cute, puffy little folds as he finished pumping into you, filling you up with his seed.

he slowly rolled his hips into you, feeling your climaxing sensation as you twitched underneath him, your breath hitched as you felt everything in your body release, granting you that satisfaction and exhaustion that finally hit you.

you took a moment to realize what had happened. you were seeing stars, and your legs were so dead. your body was out cold, and you were too incredibly exhausted to move.

blade removed himself from you, leaning down to give you a kiss on your cranium. "you did so well," he whispered to you, "i'm so proud of you."

you couldn't respond as you were breathing too heavily, your eyes dazed and still shaped as hearts as you watched your lover began to take care of you. he picked you up, scooped you into his arms and carried you into the bedroom where he took care of you.

he retrieved a towel, cleaned you up, set aside some cold water and some warm tea if you needed it. it was right there on the nightstand next to your guys' bed if you ever wanted it.

as you both laid down, you cuddled blade, still bare naked as your head remained on his chest. your eyes were heavy, coming to a close as you allowed exhaustion to take you.

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Characters Hanayama, Yujiro (medically? He can see people's health), Baki + maybe Kureha? Hedkanon on how the reader was fine at first, but then their stomach got sick and they didn't know from what. The guys take them to Kurekha for a checkup, who was more or less free and they find out that the doctors left one of the medical instruments in the reader after the last surgery (Yujiro examines them with his eyesight, he's probably surprised? He takes the reader to Kureha).

Situation: Your S/O suffers complications after surgery / Su S/O sufre complicaciones tras una cirugía.

Characters: Baki Hanma, Kaoru Hanayama, Kureha Shinogi and Yujiro Hanma.

Baki Hanma.

He's in anguish when you start to slow down, I swear you look paler with each passing day, is it really just a tummy ache?

He can't stay calm despite your insistence that he pay you no attention, you can't even stand up on your own without doubling over in pain.

He drags you to the hospital, he had been so stubborn not to be treated in the past, but now it's different. Now it is Baki who is in the opposite place, now he is the one who suffers seeing his partner suffer, he must do something.

Kureha is quick to help them and asks for an abdominal X-ray to see what the problem is, Baki is nervous, why can't he come with you and why does he have to stay in the waiting room?

Baki is so alarmed when Kureha says that you have a surgical instrument lodged in your abdomen, apparently it's a blunt object, but being in a complex place it can't stay there any longer.

The Hanma clenches his fists when you remember even while doped on strong painkillers, mention that your doctors performed surgery on you by accident, something about your instructions getting mixed up with another patient who needed a gallbladder removal.

Baki is anxious after you enter the operating room, he is starting to get delirious, his brain has absurd thoughts that are supported by worry.

He can only breathe easy when you get out of danger, he wants to hold you close, but he holds on to let you heal properly. He is holding your hand and won't let go.

Kaoru Hanayama.

Perhaps the second fastest acting, as soon as you start having pain is when Hanayama rushes you to the hospital.

His men patrolling the entire corridor where you are taking a consultation to avoid any inconvenience, you explain to Kureha that you have had persistent pain in your lower abdomen that is increasing every day.

Since you admit that the pain is still tolerable, Kureha will simply check on you. He palpates the area, but superficially he can't say anything out of place. He indicates an X-ray to clear up doubts.

He speaks with concern when the results come back and questions if you've had any previous surgery. You say yes, it was a minor surgery that was done very quickly, in the words of your regular doctor.

Kureha explains that your doctors left a surgical tool inside your abdomen when they closed after the operation was finished and that was what was causing the pain. Before you or Kaoru can react, he reassures them, he says how it can be fixed and that it's an advantage that you came to get help as quickly as possible.

Kaoru wants the procedure done as soon as possible, he will pay whatever it takes, he might even refuse you to try to use your health insurance; he doesn't mind paying any amount of money as long as you're okay.

Your doctors will be visited by Kaoru's men, I just want to add.

Almost like Kaoru is waiting right by the door of the operating room, he wants to see you as soon as the surgery is over, he wants to make sure you're okay and out of danger.

Kureha Shinogi.

He is talking about the deterioration of the professionalism of doctors, how little interest must you have in your work and in your patient for things like that to happen? It's just ridiculous, are medical schools giving away degrees? I could be in a bad mood all day because of it.

He's complaining loudly, but he's seriously worried. He is just looking for a viable way out, but intrusive thoughts and negative scenarios assail him.

Is it really safe to open a wound that hasn't healed yet? What if it gets infected when they remove the stitches from the previous operation? It would be troublesome, but leaving the instrument there is more troublesome.

He is only hot-headed, but returns to his rational self after calming down. You'll be fine, you're in his hands and he wouldn't let anything bad happen.

The grudge he feels for his colleague, who performed the surgery on you, doesn't go away as quickly as one would hope. Kureha is professional, very professional, but he won't forget this.

He wants to be the one to handle the extraction, he just wants to make sure it's okay, and besides, he needs to get rid of that nagging little voice that tells him that others won't be able to deal with this like he can. It may seem like it's his pride talking about him, but no, it's anxiety.

He does not back down despite the refusals, and since he is the splendid doctor Kureha Shinogi, there is no other way than to allow him to assist during the operation. It's not what he wants, but he reluctantly agrees, at least he'll be around in case something happens.

In the end everything worked out, you're fine, he's fine and that little voice is gone.

Yujiro Hanma.

He may notice how lethargic you have become, slower, and more sensitive to pain in your lower belly. He doesn't mention it because he always complains to you about how "insensitive" it becomes when he tells you that you are weak for not taking pain.

Honestly, he is annoyed that a simple pain can take away your strength and mobility, he believes that you make a fuss over nothing.

He can see that something is wrong, a jagged anomaly that's in the wrong place, something that simply shouldn't be there. But he's an idiot and he's convinced that you're just a crybaby.

He complains all the way about how wasteful it is to go to the doctor, yet he is the one who is dragging you to the hospital to be treated.

"It's either this or lock you out of the house so I don't have to listen to you complain," he shrugs and replies with a frown.

He is capable of throwing you on top of the first stretcher he sees when entering the hospital, walk a few steps behind him to avoid this, he is a man of his word.

He'll probably disappear for as long as you're in the OR, though the doctors insist they felt like they were being watched all the time, like someone was pointing at their foreheads to pull the trigger at the slightest mistake.

He picks you up from the hospital, he hopes you get well soon, not good wishes.

Versión en español.

Baki Hanma.

Está angustiado cuando empiezas a ser más lento, juraría que te ves más pálido con cada día que pasa, ¿realmente es solo un dolor de vientre?

No puede estar tranquilo a pesar de tus insistencias de que no te preste atención, ni siquiera puedes pararte por tú cuenta sin doblarte sobre ti mismo a causa del dolor.

Te arrastra al hospital, él había sido tan obstinado a no ser tratado en el pasado, pero ahora es diferente. Ahora es Baki quien está en el lugar contrario, ahora es él quien sufre al ver a su pareja sufrir, debe hacer algo.

Kureha es rápido en ayudarles y pide que te hagan una radiografía abdominal para ver cuál es el problema, Baki está nervioso, ¿por qué no puede acompañarte y por qué debe quedarse en la sala de espera?

Baki se alarma tanto cuando Kureha dice que tienes un instrumento quirúrgico alojado en el abdomen, al parecer es un objeto sin filo, pero al encontrarse en un lugar complejo no puede quedarse allí por más tiempo.

El Hanma aprieta los puños cuando haces memoria aun al estar dopado por fuertes calmantes, mencionas que tus médicos te hicieron una cirugía por accidente, algo sobre que tus indicaciones se mezclaron con el de otro paciente que necesitaba una extracción de vesícula biliar.

Baki está ansioso después de que entras al quirófano, está empezando a delirar, su cerebro tiene pensamientos absurdos que son apoyados por la preocupación.

Solo puede respirar tranquilo cuando sales de peligro, quiere sostenerte cerca, pero se aguanta para dejar que te recuperes debidamente. Está sosteniendo tu mano y no la soltará.

Kaoru Hanayama.

Quizá el segundo que actúa más rápido, tan pronto como empiezas a tener dolor es cuando Hanayama se apresura a llevarte al hospital.

Sus hombres patrullando todo el pasillo en donde estás tomando consulta para evitar cualquier inconveniente, le explicas a Kureha que has tenido un insistente dolor en el abdomen bajo que cada día va en aumento.

Como admites que el dolor todavía es tolerable, Kureha simplemente te revisara. Él palpa el área, pero superficialmente no puede notar nada fuera de lugar. Indica una radiografía para salir de dudas.

Habla con preocupación cuando los resultados llegan y cuestiona si has tenido alguna cirugía previa. Dices que sí, era una cirugía menor que se realizó muy rápido, en palabras de tu doctor habitual.

Kureha explica que tus doctores dejaron una herramienta quirúrgica dentro de tu abdomen cuando cerraron tras finalizar la operación y eso era lo que te generaba el dolor. Antes de que Kaoru o tú puedan reaccionar, los tranquiliza, dice como puede solucionarse y que es una ventaja que hayan venido a buscar ayuda lo más rápido posible.

Kaoru quiere que el procedimiento se lleve a cabo lo antes posible, pagara lo que sea necesario, podría rechazar incluso que trates de usar tu seguro médico; no le importa pagar cualquier suma de dinero con tal de que estés bien.

Tus doctores recibirán la visita de los hombres de Kaoru, solo quiero agregar.

Casi que Kaoru espera justo junto a la puerta del quirófano, quiere verte tan pronto como la cirugía termine, quiere asegurarse de que estés bien y fuera de peligro.

Kureha Shinogi.

Está hablando sobre el deterioro del profesionalismo de los doctores, ¿Qué tan poco interés debes tener en tu trabajo y en tu paciente como para que cosas así sucedan? Simplemente es ridículo, ¿acaso las escuelas de medicina están regalando los títulos? Podría estar de mal humor durante todo el día por ello.

Se está quejando en voz alta, pero está seriamente preocupado. Solo está buscando una salida viable, pero los pensamientos intrusivos y escenarios negativos lo asaltan.

¿Es realmente seguro abrir una herida que todavía no sana? ¿Qué tal si se infecta cuando quiten los puntos de la operación anterior? Sería problemático, pero dejar el instrumento allí lo es más.

Solo tiene la cabeza caliente, pero vuelve a su racional yo después de calmarse. Estarás bien, estas en sus manos y él no dejaría que nada malo sucediera.

El rencor que siente por su colega, quien te realizo la cirugía, no desaparece tan rápido como cualquiera esperaría. Kureha es profesional, muy profesional, pero esto no lo piensa olvidar.

Quiere ser quien se ocupe de la extracción, solo quiere cerciorarse de que esté bien y, además, necesita deshacerse de esa insistente vocecita que le dice que los demás no podrán lidiar con esto como él. Puede parecer que es su orgullo hablando, pero no, es la ansiedad.

No retrocede a pesar de las negativas, y como es el espléndido doctor Kureha Shinogi, no hay de otro que permitirle asistir durante la operación. No es lo que él quiere, pero acepta a regañadientes, al menos estará cerca por si algo pasa

Al final todo salió bien, estás bien, él está bien y esa vocecita se fue.

Yujiro Hanma.

Él puede notar lo aletargado que te has vuelto, más lento y más sensible ante el dolor que experimentas en tu vientre bajo. No lo menciona porque siempre te queja de lo "insensible" que llega a ser cuando te dice que eres débil al no aguantar el dolor.

Sinceramente, le molesta que un simple dolor pueda quitarte la fuerza y la movilidad, cree que haces un escándalo por nada.

Él puede ver que algo va mal, una anomalía irregular que está en un lugar incorrecto, algo que no debería estar allí simplemente. Pero es un idiota y está convencido que solo eres un bebé llorón.

Se queja todo el camino sobre como es un desperdicio ir al doctor, sin embargo, es él quien te está arrastrando al hospital para que seas tratado.

"Es esto o dejarte fuera de casa para no tener que escucharte mientras te quejas" levanta los hombros y responde con el ceño fruncido.

Es capaz de lanzarte encima de la primera camilla que vea al entrar al hospital, camina unos pocos pasos por detrás de él para evitar esto, es un hombre de palabra.

Probablemente desaparezca durante todo el tiempo que estés en el quirófano, aunque los doctores insiste en que sentía que eran observados todo el tiempo, como si alguien estuviera apuntando a sus frentes para jalar el gatillo ante el más mínimo error.

Te recoge del hospital, espera que te recuperes pronto, no son buenos deseos.

[megumiswife4]

Unimagined Eternity - Levi Ackerman

WARNING: Smut, some fluff, angsty¿ friends to lovers trope, MDNI, teasing, passionate sex

PAIRINGS: Levi x Fem!reader

WC: 8.5k

“LEVI!”

Awoken by your sudden scream, jumping from the bed sheets as he met you in front of the bathroom door being completely wide open.

“Is everything alright?!” His voice filled with panic.

“Yes… I’m sorry for frightening you from your sleep, I just…”

stumbling over your words. Looking at the counter top stunned in dismay your eyes widening, slowly turning your head to face Levi.

“What’s going on?”

He questions as he continues to walk over tiredly rubbing his eyes awake, to no avail he notices a stick that presents two deep colored lines. Rubbing his eyes once more as he was in disbelief, you weren’t sure whether he would act negatively to the news of you both having a child brought into this world; nor were you two planning such a responsibility.

“We are…”

“Pregnant.” You both synchronized eloquently.

“My.. my.” He softly smiled, kneeling on one leg. His rough hand rubbed your non-existent pregnant belly. Standing right back up cupping your face as the weight of your head was carried through his hands. Your cheeks rosy red faintly smiling.

“I-I-I’m scared Levi. Are you okay with this at least?” Your voice shakes.

“You need to stop getting yourself worked up about what I think darling. I am all for your choice here, we can never be ready for a baby but we can make it work; being a father was never in my handbook to being Captain of the Survey Corps but I want what you believe is best for you.” His fingertips gently rubbing away at the tears, then traveling down to your stomach.

“I… I want to keep the baby, I want to be a great parent to our child.” You keenly uttered, placing your hands on top of his around your belly.

“As do I.” He uttered, bringing your head closer to kiss your forehead.

“Now, let’s get this new mother to sleep shall we? You’re going to need all the rest you can get to our unborn child on the way here.”

“Yes, but what about my position in special operations?” You gloomingly mumbled.

“That’s alright, you were amongst many of the strongest we have but there are other resourceful and tactical people on duty. Right now my main concern is for you to be on bed rest and will get this maternity-leave situated soon. First I need to speak with Erwin.”

You smile at him dearly reminiscing about the days you both spent with one another fighting off titans, saving your comrades, friends, and family.

Flashback…

In the beginning of time Levi & y/n were strangers working in the armed forces as trainees, eventually to friends as you became a scout who worked alongside Levi who was now the captain of the Survey Corps.

You both had an unsuspected and an unwavering bond that would have never transpired but to defeat the odds Levi cared for her like anyone would of their best friend. His feeling of emotions felt more than just a friendship; it was someone who admired you, and who loved you with such passion and care. You both had hidden emotions for one another, but for the sake of living a life of such duties you both knew it wouldn’t have been fair for it to be more than friends.

“Y/NNNNNN!!!!!” Levi screamed in concern.

Skimming through the forest trees in search of you, heavy breathing, blood dripping from his forehead as he wiped it off; his ODM gear running low on compressed gas. Finally spotting you from a distance lying near a broken tree stump, debris and split wood throughout the field, Levi quickly makes a pit maneuver to be beside you at your assistance. As he approached you he noticed blood dripping from your mouth, small coughs with one hand wiping excess droplets of the blood off your mouth, as the other hand rested near your lower left abdominal area it was bleeding out. You could hear faint steps as you turned your head to the side, seeing that it was Levi himself.

“L-Levi…” You smiled softly yet mumbling in pain.

“You sure did some damage out there with Mikasa and the others, but I would have never thought you’d be the one to get hurt out of all of our comrades.” He chuckled, letting out a puny grin. Holding your hand with blood stains from your wiping.

“I will at least die happy knowing we finished our duty… my duty.”

Gritting his teeth, “You brat you’re not going to die, you… can't die.” he scoffed looking away as a single tear dripped from his face.

“It’s alright Levi, we had a good run with one another on this journey… please… go on to help the others retrieve back home.”

Quickly wiping his own tears, he faced you with such stoic demeanor, leaning in closer to you.

“Before I go, there is something I’ve been meaning to address with you for quite some time now. Understand that this is a very hard thing for me to get across.”

“Of course Levi, what is it?” You kindly smiled, slowly reaching your hand over to caress his cheek in the palm of your hand.

Levi suddenly gasped, his eyes widening at your grasp.

“I have always hoped for a friendship and a partner all in one. Throughout these years with you working alongside me and our duties, I developed feelings and emotions I wouldn’t have imagined would happen. I love you and I will forever cherish what we had to offer one another in this lifetime. Please dont look at me any differently because of me admitting my feelings for you.” Closing his eyes, trying to refrain from crying, knowing that he was going to lose you at this very moment, this was his chance to admit what you truly meant to him.

“I’ll be damned… THE Captain Levi admitting his love for me? How could I have never noticed?” You sarcastically stated.

“You understand that I’ve known you for years now Mr. Ackerman, my feelings grew after we were recruited and after all these years I finally get to lie here and fulfill my last moments. To tell you the truth I had always loved you Levi and don't you forget about that.”

Levi’s lips inched closer to yours as the last time you both shared a moment with one another, exchanging a kiss. After silence grew between you both as he watched you take your last breath shutting your eyes.

Making his way back to regroup with his team, he wanted to ensure that you would have a proper burial taking your lifeless body with him as he covered you with his green cape.

Upon arrival everyone cheering and excited seeing the sight of Levi regrouping with everyone along with the job they have done to bring the titan to its finishing moments, only to realize Levi made a safe but quiet landing noticing his soft gaze as he placed your lifeless body onto the carriage to take back into town.

Hange walked up behind Levi as she placed a single hand on his shoulder as her head bowed, “She put one hell of a fight out there Captain, a strong selfless woman. She wouldn’t have wanted it any other way and she would prefer you to not fight against that narrative.”

“I… understand. She did what anyone would have done.” Turning to face Hange and the others, his eyes appearing red as his face was substantially emotionless. Hange, Connie, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, and lastly Armin all saddened at the fallen soldier who risked her life to save everyone else's, but they couldn’t help to notice Captain being emotional for the first time in their lives. He was never the one to give in to such emotions but on this significant day he would for his comrade, his soldier, his best friend, his one true love.

Everyone sat inside the carriage back home as Y/n’s body laid on the floor. Levi’s eyes staring at her body covered over by his cape, no movements, no words of exchange. A medic had appeared from the front end of the carriage to examine soldiers to verify that one was deceased, as he became more focused. He checked her vitals from both her neck and then to her wrist, suddenly.

“Captain! Her heart is still beating!”

“WHAT?!” Everyone exclaimed loudly.

“You heard me! Her heart rate is slow but she's alive and breathing mildly.”

“Wouldn’t you believe this shit… That brat could’t face her own death; she decided she still has some unfinished business in this lifetime.” He scoffed with a half grin appearing on his face.

“Is Captain Levi alright?” Eren quietly questioned Armin and Mikasa.

All three confused at his response trying to decipher if he was happy about y/n being alive or was he just being funny.

Soon after Levi and Y/n along with the rest of their squad, put up a tough battle with the Titan to save the civilians from mass destruction. Life began to feel surreal, no problems have risen since then, only to protect the walls from minuscule titans and once yet to rebuild the civilization that was once close to falling apart. Things slowly began to feel normal.

The doctor suggested that you would need to be on bed rest having weekly check ups with the nurse, Levi requested to be a visitor everyday after training with his comrades. It seemed to him that you had no recollection of the kiss or was it just because you didn’t want to discuss such a particular subject?

“Wake up lazy ass, dontcha think you’ve had enough rest? You’ve recovered since last week.”

“Mmmm Shut Up.” You groaned, throwing the covers over your face.

“Don’t worry about me Levi.” Slapping away at his hand.

He lightly laughed to himself, “Well you’re still in no shape to go back into ODM gear, but you sure could go clean to make yourself useful.”

Both laughing as Levi sat at the edge of your bed, you placed your hand on his shoulder uncontrollably giggling as he looked over to see such a pretty face, seeing you smile, alive and well; appreciating your presence as a whole knowing he had experience a great loss believing you were gone forever but life has a weird way of working.

Soon after the room fell to silence, y/n hand traveled at Levi’s fingers as she tugged at them. “I have to ask you…”

“Yes?”

“Remember when I was dying? Lying there beside you and we talked about us? our … kiss?”

Levi’s cheeks turned red, nodding his head in remembrance of that moment. Those memories flooded his head like a tsunami invading his space, thinking of none other than your lips and his pressed against one another.

“I remember quite vividly, is there something of the matter?”

“Everything I told you Levi… it was true. That kiss? That was real too, I didn’t know whether I was going to live or die at that moment so… if I were no longer on this planet I needed to tell you my true feelings.” Tears running down your cheeks, Levi could see the despair and hurt in your eyes if it had been true. The least you could have done for one another at your dying moment was to be truthful to each other. His hand held yours tight, gritting his teeth trying to hold back his tears, he was a strong willed man with his emotions, but with you he was set free of that.

His back facing you, but still holding your hand tightly, “Don’t speak of such a thing like that, you’re here and alive now. Now in regards to feelings, mine were also spoken in truth. Ever since we were teenagers training to become scouts, that's when I knew I had more than just normal feelings for you, I wanted to protect you at all costs even if that meant I lost mine to keep you alive, that is how strongly I feel for you.”

Your eyes widening, but softly gazing over at Levi's shoulder as you get up from your bed crawling over to sit at the bedside alongside him. Placing your head on his shoulder, still holding his hand bringing it up to your lips as you kissed it and interlocking it with your hand. He was in shock, he had never experienced such an emotional or loving moment with a woman ever, let alone you.

“Levi… I… Love you.” You looked up at him as his head slowly looked down at yours, his mouth slowly and softly formed a smile. Your head reaches up as he reaches down, both of you inching closer to one another, both of your lips softly grazing against each other. His hand letting go of your grasp as he brought it to your face, rubbing his thumb on your cheek and finally fully pressing his lips onto yours. Tears ran down your face as you kissed him more, it was passionate and loving, he wiped away your tears with just the stride of his thumb; Levi slowly pulled away lovingly admiring you.

“Will you be mine?”

“Yes, I’ll be yours for eternity.” You proclaimed looking at him gracefully smiling.

“And I’ll be yours in every lifetime.” He smiled back, bringing you closer to his chest as he hugged you tightly.

A loud bang came from the bedroom door as it was wide open.

“CAPTAIN LEV…” Eren yelled but before he could finish, his mouth was covered by Mikasa’s hand.

“Eren quiet.” She pulled him aside as Armin waved at the both of you, grabbing the doorknob to close the door.

“It’s alright Armin, what’s so important that Eren had to barge into y/n’s room?” Levi questioned as he raised an eyebrow at the three.

“Well you see Captain, Hange requested that Eren, Mikasa, and I come to get you. We have a problem at hand with an abnormal titan roaming around within the walls.” Armin nervously proclaimed.

“And why haven’t the surrounding military scouts properly kill the titan? We’re they not paying attention?” Levi annoyedly questioned, pinching the space between his eyebrows.

“Yes… well no.. they—“

“Let’s go, we have a job to take care of. I’ll be back y/n stay put and tidy up the place. I expect it to be clean since you can’t be back out into the field yet.”

“I’m ready Lev—”

“No you’re not, stay back if I catch you anywhere in the city it’s not going to end pretty. I’m going to send some of my crew to keep watch down this corridor to make sure you don’t escape.” Levi ordered, he looked over at you as he grabbed your head pulling it closer to him, kissing the top of your forehead. He stood up heading towards the door to leave with the three. As they all ran out the door leaving y/n behind in her room to be on watch by some of Levi’s crew, Eren and the others began to wonder what was going on between her and Levi.

In a low tone Eren asked.

“So captain are you and y/n?”

“What is it that you’re implying to Eren?”

“Are you guys together? As in dating?”

“Eren, why would you ask him that?!” Armin’s voice rose in concern.

“Seriously Eren, can you read the room?” Mikasa sighed rolling her eyes

He quietly chuckled, “It’s okay Mikasa and Armin, it’s only right if I answer Erens question. After all, all three of you barged into private business. But to be quite honest with you Eren, yes, her and I are together. Is it a problem?” Levi spoke in a serious manner.

“No sir, not at all I was just curious.” Eren nervously stated, looking at both Armin and Mikasa as if anyone would ever want to date Levi.

“Good well now that we have that off our shoulders, let’s go take care of this business.”

Soon after Levi and the three left, you decided it was time to clean up and make something of yourself since you couldn’t go back on the field to take down titans; it wasn’t the same but it sure did kill time and it made up for it. You finished cleaning around, the floor was spotless, your bed had fresh bed sheets and your clothes organized in your drawers; cracking the window open to bring in the nice fresh breeze in along with a nice lit candle to lighten the ambiance in the room now it was time to relax and wait. As the day grew darker you began to dread Levi's return to your room as he promised, but you came to the conclusion that he might have been caught up in work; you couldn’t blame him understanding he had other responsibilities to take care of and he’s a busy man, only you knew him best.

Laying out some clean clothes onto your bed as you came back into your room from a fresh bath, drying your hair with your towel and the other wrapped around your body a small creaking noise was heard from your door turning your head quickly to see who it might’ve been quickly holding onto the towel that wrapped your body in hopes that no body part would be exposed to a stranger who creeped through the corridors at night. You walked slowly to your door, your hand only inches away from the knob, the door opened wide and a sudden hand grabbed your forearm pulling you into the dark vicinity. You gasped as someone’s hand covered your mouth. You’re pressed against a man’s body as his other hand pressing onto your lower back.

Recognizing a familiar voice, “It’s just me, keep your voice down.” It was none other than Levi himself.

“Oh so you decided to scare me shitless?! Are you insane?!” You nervously said, shaken up from the encounter.

“Levi you realize that I’m alone in my room, doing what you did had me petrified I thought I was going to have to fight some pervert off.”

“Wait a minute… you thought I was some pervert?” He offensively stated.

“Why would you think I’d be a perv—” his sentence cut off, as he looked below to see it was just you in a towel, no clothes, and slightly damp hair. He quickly glanced away, his face feeling hot and red.

“I uh… should have knocked. I apologize for intruding y/n.”

You see the look on his face and how flushed it appeared to be.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t seen a woman almost half naked before right?” You Laughed loudly. Noticing that Levi was fairly quiet, that’s when you could understand that this man has not experienced being with a woman nor seeing one with that much skin exposure.

“Wait… are you actually serious?” Your hand extending out to him , having his face look over to you, it still appeared flushed. He nodded in pure silence, his eyes still looking away from you; he respected you enough to not look in your direction and in hopes that you’d understand why.

“Go put on some clothes… please.” He demanded.

“Come in for a moment, please?” You pleaded.

“Fine… brat.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

He allowed you to enter first as he made his entrance after closing the door. The room was a small one and not too big, y/n still had the clean clothes laid out on her bed; as Levi sat from a chair that was near the entrance and only a few feet across from her bed. A nightstand had a daily newspaper laid out next to him, opening it to read it but to also refrain from seeing you when changing.

You both ramble off about your days, just as simple as a slip of the towel had dropped beside your ankles the immediate sound concerned him.

“You alright?”

“Oh it’s nothing.” You giggled to yourself in hopes of him giving in just to see his reaction to your naked body parts exposed.

Levi sneaking a peek from the side of the newspaper, noticing your bare back, your soft skin glistening, his eyes traveling from top to bottom. It felt as if time was slowed down, seeing you putting on your undergarments slipping it up to your bum and then suddenly the strap to your bra slapped onto your skin; he was in utter awe looking at such a beautiful masterpiece of a woman… his woman. His face becomes hot seeing your exposed body. Almost as if he felt bad seeing you in such a way, but he cares for you so it wasn’t unusual to enjoy the way you appear. Not even realizing that he was staring, your sudden voice knocked him back into reality.

“Are you blushing Ackerman?” A coquettish grin appeared on your face, walking towards him slowly.

“I am n-not, what makes you th-think that?” He nervously stated. Coughing to clear his throat, trying to quickly cover his face with the paper.

Your hand pushing the newspaper downward into Levi’s lap as his face became more red and hot, you lean in closer to Levi. He couldn't help but once again look up at you then back down, noticing that you were only covered by your undergarments. The paper still resting on his lap, pushing it onto the floor as you cleared the area you sat on his lap sitting horizontally. He sat there frozen, no movement just pure silence, pressing your head against his chest; nothing but his heart racing in circles. You knew this man was flustered by the looks of it. Your presence was already enough but this threw him off more by being almost half naked right in front of him. You gently cupped his chin pulling him down to look at you, his eyes still looking away.

You pouted, noticing that he didn’t acknowledge your face, “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

“B-Because.”

“It’s okay to look, you don't need to pretend that I am not here Levi. Please?”

His eyes met yours, “Y-You’re as beautiful as ever..” he nervously said. Trying to keep eye contact with you.

“You think so?” Getting up from his lap, adjusting your placement on him. Both legs now on either side of his legs, his arms continued to rest on each side of the armrests of the chair placing both hands on top as you leaned in forward, his main view was you and your exposed chest. You purposely squeezed your breasts together trying to make him lose his focus.

“Y-Yes.” Levi nervously stated, fighting between looking at you and turning to look the other way.

“You’re too kind. You know… I have loved you since we were teenagers. There is something I need to show you that will help you better understand it.”

“Mmm, and what would that be L/N?” He hummed, nodding his head, slipping one of his arms out your grasp massaging his face to keep you from seeing his restlessness.

You pushed his hand away from his face, leaning in closer as your lips grazed his.

“This is what I mean Ackerman.”

Both of your lips colliding into one another, the room filled with none other than the sounds of kisses and groans. Grabbing Levi’s hands placing them onto either side of your hips, you reached up to his face cupping his cheeks. He intensely craved more of you, his hands pulling your waist closer to his looking up at you.

“Kiss me m-more.” He yearned, yanking at your forearm pulling you in closer than ever before.

Heavy breathing came from both as you shared far more than just pecks of kisses, you led him the way each and every time; your tongue being introduced through every entrance of his mouth. Your hands traveled to his pulling them inward closer to your chest, your head leaning into his ear.

“You can touch them Levi, whatever you would like to do.” You groaned seductively.

Hearing your voice sound so sweet and sexy made him feel pressure beaneath his waist, goosebumps form and every inch of his body, you were such a tough and strong willed woman outside of this room but right now in this moment you were someone else to him but he was allured by this side of you.

You pressed his hands onto your breasts as warm as your body heat let off, you guided both his hands massaging them. One hand of his slid in one cup of the bra scooping out your breast, the other following the same motion. Deciding it was best to just let the bra straps slip on either side of your shoulders, unhooking the strap from behind, throwing it beside his shoes.

In utter awe, he couldn’t help but cough to clear his throat every chance he got to try and cover up his nervousness.

“It’s okay… to touch them.”

“A-Alright.” He nodded, staring up at you and back down of your perfectly perky nipples.

“L-Like this?” He questioned. His hands covering both breasts as both nipples peeked through his fingers rubbed both tenderly.

“Mngh… T-That feels good.” throwing your head back biting your lip, it was Levi’s touch that did it all.

Placing your hand behind his head pushing him in between your busts.

One of his hands trying to fix the bulge underneath his pants to calm him down, while the other fumbling a single breast. His tongue licking in between the crevice, moving back out licking the surrounding arreola and finally sucking on your nipple retrieving back, a sudden pop sound was made from his mouth and your breast.

You wanted more, you craved him. He craved you in ways beyond friendship, a lover and friend all in one. But right now wasn’t the right time or place to make this moment intimate.

Kissing his neck as it reached right below his ear kissing once more, lastly traveling to his lips. His face is still rosy red, it's not a look you’re used to of Levi; a man with much experience in his life except having experience with a woman. Although you’ve had involvement with men in the past maybe once or twice; this was the one moment that you would prefer it to be special because of romantic feelings being involved with someone who you had loved for quite some time.

Retrieving the bra as you slowly guided yourself off his lap, finally deciding to dress in your sleeping garments. Levi was still in utter shock at what had just happened, you slightly smiled.

“I hope this wasn’t too much for you Captain.”

“Tchh, I despise it when you call me that. As for what just happened here, I don't believe it was too much, I-I just haven’t done such a thing to a woman before s-so it's unusual in this predicament.”

“I see.” Facing your back to him, as he watched you dress down into sleeping garments mesmerized by your beauty.

“I suggest you stay here for the night then Levi, it’s too dark out I wouldn’t want you out so late.” Giving a sweet smile, he returned a small grin.

“Well if my company is a preference then I guess I can return the favor by making sure you’re safe here.”

He walked over to you, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You both spent endless days and nights, you continued your work alongside Levi. Everyone knew from the start that both of you had a desiring fire that couldn’t be burnt out, it was obvious and no one knew Levi as much as Erwin did. From meetings to running missions together Erwin kept a close eye on you both, Levi had always kept you in safer positions in a fight or would continuously check that your ODM gear was intact tightly, or suggest moving your hair out of your face due to possibly being blindsided by a sudden titan appearance. This was just a few of the many particular things Ackerman would do when he favored someone more than just a friend or comrade. Commander Erwin knew you both would blossom into something more, a match made in heaven as some would say; villagers and townspeople had somehow figured out that the both of you were involved in some romantic courtship. He’d see the both of you share hand holding from time to time, seeing you both meet after hours in the corridors exchanging a kiss, seeing Levi pat your head as he wasn’t much for PDA but he made it known that he touched you significantly different from anyone or any woman in general for that matter.

Time had passed as your relationship with Levi grew intensely, things were progressively moving fast and so were your lives.

“Erwin!”

A loud bang came from the doors of the entrance.

I recognize that voice, is it?

Erwin stared out into the distance from his window as he spun his chair around.

“Ahh, What brings you here Levi?”

Smiling from cheek to cheek, he was happy to see Ackerman. Surprisingly enough there isn’t much visitation from the captain himself; more often than not he is always busy; his duty calls for more attention rather than just having leisure time to sit around and do nothing; he prefers work over comfort.

“I have some very important news to bring to you.”

“What is this news?”

“As you know, y/n and I are in a romantic relationship with one another and…”

“And what are you proposing Levi?”

“She's pregnant.”

Erwin leaning into his desk, his hands interlocked with one another, he wasn’t sure how to approach the situation. It was hard to distinguish whether Ackerman was excited or devastated about his partner becoming pregnant.

Ackermans face grew softer, thinking about his partner and unborn child… his family. A smile formed onto his face, looking at Erwin as he got up from his seat to meet his one true friend that was building a life and family for himself. Both exchanging a firm handshake, a tear falling from Levi’s eye quickly wiping it away.

“Congratulations Levi, that's wonderful news! I am happy for you my brother.”

“I am too.” Ackerman crooned.

“You get to have the family you’ve always dreamt of, you’re starting a new life captain. Stand proud you deserve it.”

“Will do, Commander. I’ll protect my peace, my family’s peace from here on out. This is what I have yearned for so long.”

“Now do we need to put y/n onto maternity leave? Any plans put into place?”

“Actually Erwin, that's what I’m here to discuss. She’s been alongside me for duties and truthfully I cannot have her stick around to work while carrying our child.”

“Yes I see, it’s too dangerous putting her and the child’s life at risk. Given that she’s possibly only one to two months pregnant she can still work but she will be put into less dangerous positions and duties until the twelve to sixteen week mark with your approval?”

“That’s fine by me, she’d get angry at me for not letting her do some sort of work.”

“Perfect you have my word then Levi. I’ll start as soon as possible and make the arrangements for y/n.”

“Thank you Commander.”

~

“Y/N IS PREGNANT?!?!” Jean, Armin, Eren, and Connie as the boys proclaimed in disgust.

“Why are you all surprised? they‘ve been together for a while?” Mikasa lightly laughed at them.

“That m-means they’re having…”

“Sex, yes. How else do you think procreating consists of?” Mikasa scolded the boys.

“You guys are such dumbasses.” Annie rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Sasha couldn’t contain her laughter of the boys, all while enjoying a piece of turkey leg being devoured by her hunger.

Before you know it, life progressed and so was your pregnancy journey, Levi was there every step of the way with you and even though he is a man of constant work and battles, he still came back home to you, accommodating your every need. Although he wanted you to be off your feet and resting as much as possible you couldn't help but offer help in return after a long day with his comrades you wanted to give back in any sort of way you could. Even so, he declined your suggestions. All he ever asked was to be able to see that gentle smile, and beautiful face of yours; you were the light to his darkness. After all, you were carrying his child, and he loved you so dearly. He would have never imagined that he would get his only two wishes in life which was marrying the woman of his dreams and being able to obtain a family he could call his own. Yet at the four month mark your belly was still non-existent, Levi had planned to make you his forever and he couldn’t help but dream of asking you to marry him taking his last name. After weeks of planning over with his friends and comrades to ask for your hand in marriage, one beautifully clear night sky Levi suggested that he would take you along for a small ride somewhere a bit more secluded, a place he would go to clear his mind after tough battles. Agreeing to his request the destination landed at Wall Maria, the entrance was blocked off a year prior due to trying to prevent any Titans making their way in, it had been uninhabited without any sort of Titan activity for a few months and was deemed safe.

You looked at him a bit baffled as to why he was wearing his ODM gear, and his one and only expensive suit pairing at this time of night. Questioning him and resulting to no answer, to his avail he needed to make sure you were in no way figuring out his plan. Expecting for you to wear something a bit more fancier than usual for an occasion like this, you were still able to wear your old clothes despite how many months into your pregnancy. Wearing an off white square neck cotte dress with puffed long sleeves that were off the shoulder, paired with an olive green cotton corset. Levi couldn’t help but admire the beauty you exuded.

“You know you’ve got that pregnancy glow. Even before that you’ve had that naturally.” He proceeded with a cute grin.

“Do I really?”

Twirling in a circle with your dress, smiling from ear to ear as your cheeks become rosy red.

Nodding his head, walking closer to you. Grabbing your hand, uplifting it as he kissed the top.

“Are you ready?”

“I am as ready as I’ll ever be.” You smiled.

Walking through the dark corridors, you both made it out of the building and out into the city. Levi grabbed your waist holding you tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck. Looking at you as he nodded preparing to lift off in his ODM gear. You closed your eyes as you felt your feet suddenly pick up from the ground, suddenly remembering the feeling of being in your own gear alongside Levi. The wind blowing in your face, the beautifully lit sky by all the galaxies and stars. Turning to look at his stoic face he was too focused and determined to arrive at the destination; you lightly laughed deep down he knew how relieving it must have felt to be out of your home. Taking one glance at you admiring how joyful you were to something some miniscule as this, and as fucked up as this world was you still managed to be the most optimistic woman. He truly worshiped and respected the woman you were. His devotion ran so deep, that he would ensure that you were safe at all times, managing that you’d be in the best of hands when he couldn’t be home to watch over you and the baby. Although he knew you could handle yourself without him, a strong willed woman not only physically but mentally.

Swiftly landing on to the top of Wall Maria, pure silence. Undoing his gear he set it aside, as he held your hand gently. You ran excitedly towards the edge which quickly frightened Levi grasping your arm tightly turning to see his worrisome face.

“Don’t pull that kind crap again, you seriously could have killed yourself if you had missed a step y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. But you also should remember, I’m not stupid enough to make such a dumb move like that Ackerman.”

You bobbed the tip of his nose with your index finger letting out a giggle, his gaze began to soften at you. He couldn’t stay grumpy for long when it came to you. He deliberately pulled you into his chest. One hand grazing your cheek, your face becoming flushed; the other hand held you tightly from your lower back. Your shadows are being luminated by the bright moonlight shining above in the dark night skies, showcasing the large forest trees, landscapes and plants in the surrounding area around Wall Maria. Resting your head against his chest, he fondled your hair joining in on the admiration in the distance.

“This view is so beautiful, Levi, now I understand this is the perfect place to unwind.”

“Mhmm it sure is.”

You unraveled yourself out of his grasp as you walked further out, embracing the smell of a fresh breeze. Your arms widened outwards closing your eyes laughing at how wonderful this experience is and with none other than Levi your one and only love.

“I–I love you y/n.”

His voice stutters from behind you.

“I love you too Lev–”

Your sentence quickly cut when you turned yourself to notice none other than Levi kneeling on one knee, his hand holding a tiny red velvet box exposing a diamond ring with a gold band. Your face in shock, your dress and hair swiftly blowing in the breeze in the direction of him. Walking to him you were left with no words. His hand reached out for yours, his face softened at the sight of you being frozen at his actions.

“Will you accept me to be yours for eternity y/n?”

“Oh Levi… yes of course!”

You gracefully crooned, tears forming in your eyes as he took the ring and delicately placed it on your finger. Holding your hand admiring how perfect the ring fit you and that now you were his and he was yours forever, Levi stood up wiping the tears away.

“There is no need to cry.” A soft smile formed on his face..

You were always so beautiful to Levi, even at your most emotional state.

“Where did you get this ring? It’s so beautiful.”

You examined the extravagant details, mesmerized by the ring.

“It was Kuchel’s… my mothers ring.”

In the days of training when you both were teenagers, you knew about Levi’s life growing up. It was harsh. He only entrusted you with personal details of his life; it was scarce to hear anything that had to do with his past. His mother was his everything, it was who he only had in his life, a mothers love could never be interchanged or replaced and that was taken at a very critical time in his life when he needed her the most.

“I feel honored to wear this ring, I will do anything to make sure this never gets taken off!”

You exclaimed, clenching your hand into a fist holding it tightly to your chest saluting Levi. He couldn’t help but let out a miniscule laugh not taking you seriously.

“You idiot.”

He chuckled patting the top of your head pulling you in close to his chest kissing the top of your forehead, his sweet actions that only you knew about nobody else would ever experience.

“Well well well if it isn’t the two lovebirds! Congratulations on the engagement!”

Hange clapped in excitement running towards the two. As it frightened y/n she turned to look at who was speaking so loudly.

“Where the hell did you guys come from?!”

“I mean how else did you think the kiddos, Hange, Erwin and I know about this?”

“Levi did you… Plan this all out?”

You gasped, a surprised look appeared on your face.

“Yes, how much more obvious could it be y/n?”

You burst out into laughter, knowing Levi’s smart ass remarks. Always taking everything he said lighthearted from that mouth of his. He appreciated that you never took some of the things he said too seriously as he wasn’t very savvy with his choice of wording, but his actions show more than anything.

“Wahooo! Now we need to plan a big party for you two!”

Hange insisted as she jumped up and down. Erwin, laughing at Hange’s excitement for the soon to be newlyweds, decided it was his time to chime in.

“I’ll make sure to get a hold of people who are the best wedding coordinators.” smiling at both.

“OOOH, don't forget lots of food too!”

Sasha rubbed her stomach, as drool dripped down her face. Connie notices her admiration for the imaginary food, knocking her shoulder with his.

“Earth to sasha? Holy shit, can you stop thinking about food for just one minute?”

placing both of his hands on either side of her shoulders, shaking her out of the food daze she was in. Everyone's laughter couldn’t be contained, anyone who knew her, understood her food obsession.

“I’d never thought Captain Levi would ever get married, let alone someone look his way.”

Eren spouted at Armin and Mikasa with a despised look.

“EREN!”

Mikasa and Armin shouted in a unified manner.

“What did you say, brat?”

Eren quickly stood upright, nervous sweat dripping from his forehead hoping Captain didn’t hear a single word.

“N-Nothing Captain!”

Jean smacking the back of his head.

“You idiot, you trying to get yourself mauled over the one and only Captain Levi?”

As both started bickering.

“Shut up horseface, it’s not like any woman would ever take one look in your direction anyways.”

Levi cleared his throat preparing to make a grand speech to everyone who attended the small engagement.

“Now, now let’s settle down… I want to take the time to thank everyone for coming and being supportive to this engagement, as you all know y/n is pregnant and although she was a tough woman out in the field she sure would be the most amazing mother to our child and I cannot thank her enough for our friendship that ended up transpiring to a life long partnership and to that I say with a blessed heart I care for each and every one of you and as well as for you y/n. Thank you.”

“KISS! KISS! KISS!”

Everyone joined in to make the both show a little bit of love, you knew Levi wouldn’t be the one to like a public display of affection in front of everyone so this was your chance.

“Come here handsome.”

Your hand caressed his cheeks, looking at him with a soft gaze inching your lips closer to his. His eyes widening, as you breached the space between both of your mouths kissing him with such passion. His arms held onto you tightly in his embrace, finally reaching back you both smiled softly as everyone cheered. Meanwhile the children looked a bit disgusted but were happy to know this was finally going in the direction it needed to be.

Timelapse…

“Push y/n you got this! Come on, you're almost there!”

The nurse shouted as the other labor and delivery nurse stood in front of your exposed lower area, preparing you to give birth. Your husband standing right next to you, holding your hand to let you know that you were not alone, he was there every step of the way.

“You’ve got this!”

“One! two! three! push!”

Wailing cries of your newly born baby, having yet to be embraced by their mother. Tears peering down from your cheeks.

“How beautiful, a wonderful baby girl y/n.”

A baby girl?

Levi thought to himself, his eyes widening.

The nurses cleaned the newborn as they wrapped her in a swaddling blanket provided by the hospital.

“Go on dear, hold your baby. Skin to skin contact is very important to build that motherly connection.”

The sweet nurse smiled, “Now father needs a turn, captain would you like to hold her?”

Never seeing him so nervous before, he was gently opening his arms out in your direction gently scooping his baby girl into his arms, his gaze softening, as a small smile creeped its way in, finally his head codling into her neck.

“What should we name her?” cocking your head to its side smiling at your dear husband.

“Hmm… how about Lena? It means light… in this case she is the light in our lives.”

Levi turned to look at you, you lovingly gazed at him.

“That is a lovely name… Lena.” Your lips parted softly reiterating that name.

As time had passed the baby had grown in just a few months, and your postpartum recovery was a success. Levi had been the most caring and helpful husband he could be, without him things would have been tough.

There he was lying asleep on his chair, his favorite book resting on his chest, his eyes completely shut and his tea half drank sitting on the nightstand right beside his chair.

My dear Levi. you thought to yourself.

It's been well over a couple of months since giving birth and well… let's just say you have been yearning for some rejuvenation with your husband for quite some time now. You hesitated at first but thought this would be your only chance as the baby is in a deep sleep.

Your proximity was much closer as you stood bending over right in front of his sleeping self, removing the book from his hand that was against his chest. A sudden wide eyed Levi looked in your direction. His arms stretched outwards as he had been stuck in that position for a while.

“What are you do–” Immediately hushing his lips with your finger, looking at you shockingly.

“I don't want to wake our baby girl up from her slumber Levi.” Quietly saying, a big smirk forming on your face. You slowly crept your way onto his lap, his hands grasping onto your hips so that it would prevent you from falling.

“You know I have been wanting to show you how grateful I am for you, and how much of a great daddy– I mean.. father and husband you’ve been.”

“Is that so y/n?” His husky voice crooned.

Your thin silken robe falling off your shoulders as your sweet self became more erotic by the second, your husband couldn’t compose himself from you. You were like the first piece of candy a toddler ever had in his life. His hands running down from your shoulders to the silken robe that was ready to be tugged off of your naked body that was underneath it all. Your perky nipples poking through as the sight of it made Levi’s print tense up as you could feel it rise from below your waist.

“You're excited aren’t you?”

Your face inching closer to his, the robe you sneakily un-tied slipping off your body so easily.

“Oops guess that was by accident huh?” Putting on a fake pout across your lips.

Your breasts were fully exposed and so was the rest of your beautiful soft skin, you began to slowly remove his bottoms, his solid cock poked out jerking back and forth.

“What would you like me to do, Captain?” You lustfully asked.

“Get on top, now.” He demanded, nodding your head in approval.

Your folds were already soaked from just the mere thought of your own husband thrusting inside your walls. Positioning yourself to prepare for entry, the feeling of two rough hands massaging on either side of each breast. You began to whimper, his eyes looked up at you as you melted into his touch, licking around your breasts squishing them together as he stuffed his face in between them, pulling himself back as he asked.

“Is this okay darling?”

You nodded your head, suddenly your juices began dripping right on top of his throbbing cock. As you slowly lowered your body the entrance being penetrated by his large hard on, it was hard to not moan so loudly. His hand rapidly wrapped around your mouth as you groaned into it.

“Oh fuckkk!”

His hips thrusting up his groans increasing in volume, the loud gushy sounds of your wet pussy being fucked by his large cock made it feel and sound so entoxicating. Grinding your hips into his you began to touch and massage your breasts pleasuring yourself as Levi watched every second of it feeling that he needed more and more of you. Gripping your hips hard as he moved it back and forth along with the rhythm of his hip movements.

“Fuckin hell, Goddamn it mmm!” His head leaning back into the pleasures of your wet pussy and his long desire to fuck you after months on end. Bending over, your lips reaching his neck as you planted wet sloppy kisses around; Levi quickly picked his head back up as he transitioned into kissing you back aggressively with his lips one hand digging into your hair as the other on your lower back. This sex was passionate, dirty, lustful but most importantly… loving. The desire between two lovers is what made it that good. The pace began to rapidly increase in speed, as your foreheads leaned against one another, your hot sweaty bodies touching one another.

“Keep going captain, oh my god you feel so good inside me… shit!”

Hearing you yearn for him ignited a fire inside him, he kissed you intensely gripping your waist even harder as his finger tips dug into your skin as painful as it was it felt so fucking good it was YOU he wanted and needed most in this exact moment.

“I’m about to cum Levi! Oh my god!” your huffs and puffs getting louder.

“Me too gorgeous, keep going p-please!”

The sudden wave of high ecstasy was reached, it felt euphoric. A different feeling of high, as you both released a sudden warmth filled within your walls and his cock pulsating as you began to feel shivers fill all throughout your body. You both panting from all the work being put in.

“You did one hell of a job there, I’m glad you’re back”

“Me too.” You giggled.

Suddenly you heard a soft cry come from the other room.

“I got her dear, go rest, I'll take care of our little one.” Levi insisted as he smiled.

“Thank you Captain.” Pecking your forehead with a kiss and patting your head.

This is what you’ve wanted in life and so did he… a family he can call his own.

[tragedycoded]

writing share tag!

Oh shit, @cowboybrunch left an open tag on that beautiful excerpt of babygirl Theo being an asshole. And I'm whittling away at this short story.

Yesterday I posted the first 3.1k words of "Among the Elements," which I am revising.

Today I'm offering up 1,930 words and content warnings for DIY surgery, first-person past-tense body horror, and general Mad Science in the name of self-impregnation. It's explicit. IDK how else to tag this. Be careful.

Week 12 Wednesday Most obvious answer has been in front of me the entire time. , Or, rather, adjacent to the experiment itself--it is within my own corpus.

Incubator biosynthetic for sake of fetus's health and safety--never designed with goal of implanation--odds of rejection significant--lower than odds of discovery if left exposed.

Will need to procure robotic assistance. Unable to perform procedure alone. Will require magnetic nerve block, suction, traction, cauterization, waste management if the procedure is successful…

Uncertain as to best incision site. If transverse, reduced risk of hernia and shorter recovery time--limited exposure to surgical site, challenging closure, risk of nerve damage.

Longitudinal…

Had I known I would be installing through a longitudinal incision I may have made different methodological decisions. Earlier installation for one. Will have to manually extract incubator at conclusion of gestation.

Worry about that later.

//

Completed risk assessment.

Incubator 49.5cm in length. Able to accommodate utilizing space in abdominal cavity.

Circumference presents concern. Material somewhat inflexible. Will have to rearrange cavity interior. Possible organ removal necessary.

//

Must be longitudinal incision. Large scar, slower recovery; fewer surgical complications due to open site, will be able to visualize organ migration.

Nothing more to consider. Prepping now. Will update after.

Thursday Glad I'm not two centimeters shorter.

//

Anti-rejectants performing admirably. No redness at site of incision. Pain persistent but tolerable--pharmaceutical intervention will cause unwanted mutations at this stage of gestation even if our systems are not enmeshed.

Acclimating to persistent feeling of fullness and the effect it is having on the gastrointestinal and urogenital systems. Unable to rest supinated--incubator weight occludes the inferior vena cava. Pressure on diaphragm also an unforeseen concern. Several pre-surgical consideration for future application of this prototype.

//

Awakened with realization that THIS IS A PROTOTYPE.

If this doesn't kill either myself or the fetus the implication of successful implantation is phenomenal.

Of course the probability of our both expiring is significant. Compared to this afternoon the fetus's vitals are stable and strong while father vitals are stable and show hypotension and hypoxemia. Lower limb elevation with compression and oxygen adjunct resolved.

I must proceed with caution.

Friday Limited space in hollow organs.

Have learned to vomit without use of abdominal muscles.

Longitudinal incision a terrible idea. That robot was a terrible idea. This was all a terrible idea. I am the king of terrible ideas.

//

Terrible Idea That Wasn't Terrible After All #18: program robot to feed cat in morning. Stay in bed.

She did join me, which was unforeseen. Cleaned her face for roughly an hour and then--purring--laid on my side. Desires the heat of the incubator, doubtless. Considered kicking her out of bed but felt unwell. Feel less unwell, now.

Saturday Fetal heartrate elevated today.

Corpus temperature 38.1C.

This may be how I die. I'd always hoped it would be an explosion that did it. Or an electrical mishap.

Adjusting anti-rejectant dosage.

Sunday Fetal heartrate returned to 110bpm. Corpus temperature reduced to 37.8C. All other systems nominal.

Would say it is easier to breathe but that would be both a colloquialism and a lie. Am however much improved compared to yesterday. Damned cat purred and refused to leave my side until I was able to remove her myself. Robot shuttled broth from the nutrient synthesizer to the bed--I've not taken in nutrients since Wednesday evening.

Thus far the onboard biometrics have reported no issues with the fetus's metabolism or gestation. Incubator nutrient system is unaffected by change in environmental conditions.

Too soon to celebrate.

Monday Cat insists on running in front of me as I'm walking.

Blood loss within acceptable limits--stitches holding--some internal shifting that resolved with external binding. Incubator switching from internal nutrition and filtration to transplacental--connecting its vascular system to mine--a strange sensation I'm unable to put into words, knowing how like and unalike a plumbing system, it can be.

Thinking of my body as a house. Must still be delirious. Back to bed.

Week 13 Wednesday Condition improving--post-operative pain and swelling have subsided significantly--am able to walk from one side of the apartment to the other and have attempted stairs--the incubator appears settled in the abdominal cavity.

One benefit of this arrangement is the incubator will not grow. It is sized for a 12-week-old infant. If I am careful I believe I will be able to keep the incubator hidden for the duration--either in my person, which is less than ideal, or upon returning to a secure laboratory where I can work uninterrupted to perform an extraction. Until such time, I suppose the fetus--

Continuing to refer to the experiment as "the fetus" is unideal. Will have to decide upon a more appropriate name.

Week 18 Friday Initial consideration of healing factor accelerant not entirely baseless--however, I've decided to allow the installation site to close on its own without interfering with placental growth factor. Elastic bandage ensured the incubator did not exert excess pressure on--quite a bit of in and ex in those two sentences for there being not a lot of either, until this stage of the experiment.

Five weeks to complete closure--I should say that's nominal healing, under the circumstances. My own biology may be resistant to the experiment but it continues to perform its essential functions. Equilibrium is returning.

Final and admittedly unthought-through stage of phase I complete.

The experiment is safe.

Week 19 Monday The temptation--the need, I would say, if I were inclined to enter hyperbole into scientific record at some point in the future. I don't need. I want to run scans on this experiment, and the frequency of that want is… overwhelming. Until this point, it would have been too early to scan. Yet that want reared its head near every week for the past month.

Today I was able to measure the fetus's development, and observed continued healthy growth and functionality. Fetus is in the 25th percentile for height and weight with no abnormalities. All vital organs and systems functioning within normal parameters. The incubator is effectively supporting fetal growth and well-being.

While the incubator itself is completely self-contained and able to produce its own hormones, mine has now joined the lymphatic and vascular systems in reducing the incubator's energy consumption.

Am uncertain what to make of this, and look forward to postpartum dissection of the incubator to determine what caused spontaneous integration.

[See supplemental data log for biometric data for week 19 fetal growth.]

//

The biometric scanner is capable of producing imagery of the fetus based on soundwaves.

I saw them. I saw them tonight. They're alive.

//

For the sake of transparency--yes. I was overcome with emotion. It would appear as though the incubator's presence within my abdominal cavity is also exerting bottom-up control over the corpus's endocrine system. I am drawn to think of abstract concepts such as embodiment and caregiving. Of how my corpus had not changed in the milliseconds before the biometric scanner produced an image of the experiment's face, but the experiment became the baby upon subjection to the observer effect. Whether that meant I, by extension, was changed. Whether I had inherited personhood with the death of my ignorance.

I was overcome. I now know everything there is to know about the baby.

I saw my child tonight.

Week 21 Monday The temptation to perform a scan more frequently than every four weeks is maddening. I have the incubator set to alert me if anything changes--not even to suboptimal levels; any change at all--I know when the heartbeat increases, when not enough nutrients are moving through the exchange--when the baby puts their thumb in their mouth.

The only metric I have not gathered concerns their sex. All I know is they are healthy, and I have to be patient.

That sad, I am finding it increasingly difficult to focus on other projects with earlier deadlines. This requires patience, and I keep daydreaming. Knowing months are left between myself and the conclusion of this experiment--for which I was unable to gather consent from the most important participant! Not quite six months, and the difference in how I think of this baby today compared to a series of CRISPR instructions… it may be the literal internalization of my role in the infant's development, or knowing that soon they could survive outside the incubator--so much time has passed, and yet it is not near soon enough to extract the unit.

Nothing to do between here and then but gather data--and, I suppose, as the child has ears, to read to them. Or sing.

Unable to recall if my parents sang to me, when I was only a possibility. Before they sent me away. I was an agreeable child, is my recollection. The Society came for me, and appealed to my parents. They could not give me the sort of education the Society was offering to pay for, and my parents wanted to give me everything. They did not want me to have to work the way they worked.

I wish I would have argued with them. It would have made no difference. But I wish I had told them I didn't want to go.

This child deserves a promise--not to be sent away, and not to be made to be agreeable, if we are not in agreement.

Now I understand why strangers ask if other strangers want to see pictures of their babies, the new ones, all the way up to teenagerhood. I want to show everyone I pass on the street that printout of the impression of this child, the unformed features of their face, and I want to tell them, I made this. This is the only important thing I'll ever do in my life.

Week 23 Neighborhood hot when I returned from the metro. Counted no fewer than four MIB per square kilometer. Uncertain whether they're looking for me--no reason why they ought to be. Simplest and most obvious answer is someone else in the area is drawing attention to themselves. See prev entry re: Omens. Foolish to think ignoring the presence of Technocrats reduces their interest in me, should their interest be above zero. Will proceed with caution.

Week 24 Weight increased substantially, though the incubator has not changed in size. Baby has been gaining 29 grams per week, and the placenta is keeping pace with their development. Anticipate accelerated growth as the trimester continues.

Plenty to discuss, and nothing at all of note. My impatience rears when I acknowledge it; and, in acknowledging it, I have to wonder if impatience doesn't serve as this child's mother, rather than Scientific inquiry.

Week 25 I'm certain other events occurred yesterday that are worth noting. Every other day I make a new discovery, or experience a breakthrough. Were I not frightened of it being entered into evidence, I would record much more of the child's development than I have been.

I am afraid--paranoid, even--and yet.

Every ounce of fear I've felt thus far was erased by a sensation I'd never felt before--never would have felt before--replaced by what can only be described as enlightenment.

I felt like a mortal man stealing fire from the divine. One who went up the mountain sightless and returned with fire. I was, for a moment, a god.

And in that moment I was aware of the presence of life growing within my own, housed within a structure that defies reason or sanity, and I was aware because I felt. I ought not to have been able to feel--I never programmed the biopolymers to transmit information--yet they have.

This is not referred mechanoreception.

I can feel my child move.

[hyufucks]

SWIMMING POOLS

pairing ➳ hueningkai + fem!reader

c. warning(s) — switch dom!kai, cockwarming, blowjob, slight cunnilingus.

w. count — 6,1k.

summary: when you and your boyfriend decide to have some fun alone at the pool at night.

✦ minors do not interact.

the night was very nice and warm, bordering on summer.

the cold water hit your exposed skin, giving you chills and goosebumps that would soon disappear.

hands wrapped around your boyfriend's neck, legs wrapped around his waist, passionate kisses and desperate touches flooded the starry night.

you pressed your center into the bulge coming from kai, moving slightly, causing moans to break free from his pretty drenched lips, lightly squeezing your legs.

his lips disengaged from yours, trailing from your jaw to your neck, biting and sucking gently, snarling against your skin as you continued to move against his erection.

suddenly, he grabbed you with both arms and carried you hard, lifting you up and onto the cold tiles that surrounded the pool.

his body hovered against yours, kissing your lips one more time before creating a new trail of kisses from the valley of your breasts, through your stomach to finally reach your inner thighs, placing part of his body between your legs.

he smiles mischievously at you before placing kisses and nibbles on your thighs, his wet hair tickling you and the tip of his nose brushing against your skin.

"kai, please…" you sighed, lifting your hips slightly in need, earning a laugh from him.

"whatever my princess wishes".

he removed your bikini bottom and gently ran two of his fingers through your wet folds, pressing the tip of his thumb into your swollen clit.

you opened your mouth slightly as you felt his hot tongue over your throbbing center, taking a slow lick that left you shivering.

you grabbed his hair and pulled it closer to you, causing the blond moan, sending vibrations that heightened your pleasure.

he sucked your clitoris hard and then licked it repeatedly, getting his lips dirty with your fluids.

"stop" you uttered between sighs and little cries of pleasure. he looked at you concerned once his eyes connected with yours, thinking that he hurt you somehow "come up here with me" you took a handful of his hair and forced him to climb on top of you.

he kissed you again, tasting your own cum once his tongue entered in your oral cavity.

one of your hands went to his naked torso, stroking and tracing lines over his abdominals with your fingertips, while the other hand went to the wet hairs on the nape of his neck, breaking the kiss and gently pulling his head back.

you leaned forward, sucking and kissing his neck, past his adam's apple. his soft moans with his closed mouth turned you on much more than you thought.

"can i suck your dick?" you looked into his eyes like a pouting puppy, inevitably causing kai to biting his lower lip, nodding in response.

you knelt on the tiles, instantly feeling how your knees burned from the pain and slightly scraped.

you removed the elastic from the bottom of his bathing suit, slowly stroking his fully hard cock, running your thumb along its hot, attention needy tip.

you slowly licked a line until you reached his base, kissing it in several places, putting a little pressure on it.

his eyes squeezed shut and he jerked his head back as he felt your tongue make contact with his nub, sucking deliciously on the dripping tip.

you looked at him quickly one last time before taking it completely into your mouth, feeling it almost hit your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

he quickly took your hair gently once you started to move your mouth, his cock going in and out repeatedly.

"that's it, honey" his voice was barely broken. he was actually making an abnormal effort not to slam his hips into your face and handle the situation himself.

you put your hand on his leg as you continued sucking on him, without letting go of your other hand, which made slight movements with the rest of his cock that didn't fit into your mouth.

you felt him tremble more and more as time went by, trying to keep a steady rhythm that makes him feel good.

he unconsciously moved his hips slightly as he squeezed your hair with much more force, sticking you more to him.

you felt it almost at the end of your throat from his involuntary movement that caused you to deep throat, almost choking on his cock.

for a second he let himself be carried away by his own pleasure, but when he fell back to earth, he stopped all his movements and looked at you worriedly.

"i'm so sorry, baby. did i hurt you? do you want me to retire?" his hands caressed your hair, slowly withdrawing from your mouth.

you shook your head with a slight muffled sound, shoving it back into your mouth. he groaned audibly, and your bare core began to throb, clenching into nothingness itself.

"god, you're a good girl. aren't you? so pretty and good for me…" his voice trailed off and he gritted his teeth as he felt cramps run through her body "princess, you're going to swallow?" you nodded with a little sparkle in your eyes, making him chuckle "so precious."

his words hurt you incredibly. eager to feel his hot cum in your throat, you pulled his cock out of your mouth and began licking his phallus, sucking and kissing the base repeatedly more than happily, before taking him back into your mouth and making him a deep throat

his eyes rolled back and moans shot from his mouth, squeezing and damaging your scalp desperately as he felt the heat in the lower part of him rise sharply, preparing himself to orgasm.

you felt his cum in your mouth, you felt it so good that you cum too, rocking your hips back and forth, whimpering with your mouth still full.

kai slowly pulled out of you, taking care not to hurt you or be too rough with you.

you swallowed his cum more than happily, looking into his eyes as you did so, waiting for some reaction from him.

he bit his lips and sighed softly before bending down to be at your height, kissing your lips quickly, impregnating his own semen on his lips.

"how about we continue to enjoy the pool?" he asked with a mischievous smile, ripping off your bikini top. you squealed in surprise, looking at him angrily "but this time without clothes" he winked at you with an amused eye.

you really swore that at any moment you were going to reach your height for the second time tonight.

© hyufucks, 2022.

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Hello! What happens biologically (anatomically) when a gallifreyan (time lord?) Is partially shot by a dalek?

(For clarity: what happened internally/biologically to the doctor when he was shot by a dalek in The Stolen Earth?)

What happens anatomically when a Gallifreyan/Time Lord is partially shot by a Dalek?

Ah, emergency medicine! My speciality! Thank you!

All Dalek shots will differ in their nature - different weapons, different ways to get shot, different places to get shot - so that has to be on a case-by-case basis, but we can definitely take a look at the specific example mentioned.

It's a little unclear exactly where the path of the shot was, so for this it's assumed it coasts along the ribs and ends just under the sternum on a straight, constant angle.

💥 Entry Point and Initial Damage

The Dalek energy blast first made contact with the Doctor’s torso, glancing from the mid-low left costal region (around the 7th to 8th rib ... ish). Upon contact, the energy blast:

Burnt through the skin and subcutaneous tissues, cauterising the wound instantly and preventing external bleeding. This likely caused immediate necrosis and damage to nerve endings.

Fractured and maybe partially vaporised the ribs at the point of impact, creating a concussive shockwave that propagated through the thoracic cavity, which might have caused the ribs to fracture inwards and potentially puncture a lung.

🔥 Internal Penetration and Pathway

The blast then traversed along the chest, following a path just below the sternum (breastbone). The energy blast then:

Damaged the intercostal muscles and nerves, causing immediate breathing difficulties and partial paralysis of the chest wall muscles. Gallifreyans have a lot of biological getouts, but this would've restricted the Doctor's ability to breathe when his lung probably couldn't expand/contract properly.

May have slightly penetrated the lower lobe of the left lung, causing pulmonary contusions (bruising) and possible alveolar rupture or a pneumothorax (if the ribs didn't do it already), leading to compromised gas exchange and hypoxia.

❤️ Heart(s) and Circulatory System

The close proximity to the sternum means the blast was darn close to the Doctor’s hearts, possibly causing:

Acute pericardial effusion (fluid buildup around the hearts) due to the shockwave and thermal effects, leading to very fast cardiac tamponade (compression of the heart due to fluid build-up).

Potential contusion to the left heart, specifically the left ventricle, causing a decrease in cardiac output, leading to the disruption of electrical conductivity. That translates to irregular heartbeats at best. This could have been the reason why he collapsed and stayed down, because his blood pressure would've immediately gone through the floor.

🌡️ Shockwave and Secondary Effects

The energy blast created a shockwave that propelled merrily through the Doctor’s body, exacerbating internal damage through kinetic transfer, and resulting in:

Probable spinal shock, temporarily disrupting neural signals to the legs and resulting in partial loss of function and control of the lower limbs.

Maybe damage to the diaphragm, causing yet more breathing problems and possibly spasms when we weren't looking.

Microtears in blood vessels, leading to internal bleeding.

Extended damage to the abdominal organs: The shockwave may extend into the abdominal cavity, causing bruising or mild trauma to other internal organs.

⚡ Pain and Neural Response

Dalek weapons are notorious for inflicting maximum pain:

The energy discharge damages nerve endings, causing excruciating pain radiating from the point of impact.

The intense pain triggers a massive release of stress hormones (like adrenaline), which can cause symptoms such as sweating, increased hearts rate, and further difficulty breathing.

⚠️ Shock Response

Gallifreyans bodies are quite hardy, but Daleks have been shooting them for a while, now. The Doctor’s body would've attempted to compensate for the injury, but the extent of damage overwhelmed these mechanisms.

The Doctor likely went into a state of physical shock very, very quickly.

🏫 So ...

The combination of direct damage from the Dalek blast, secondary shockwave effects, and the resultant pain and physiological responses culminate in a pretty instant death, even though it was a 'nick'. All this of course is theoretical.

Related:

Anatomy of a Dalek: Detailed description of the parts of a Dalek and what they do.

Gallifreyan CPR: Guide for reviving a Gallifreyan in cardiac arrest.

Gallifreyan Assessment Scoring System (GASS): Guide for assessing vital signs.

ABCDE Assessment: Guide for quickly assessing and treating a sick Gallifreyan.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[aching-tummies]

With your tummy already full of milk and starting to cramp up the only thing to do is hel "soothe" it poking your lower belly roughly while it twist into knots. Placing both my hand on your tummy and just squeezing. "Ahh is that to much pressure on your cramps aching tummy?"

A response to this post, I think? Thank you for your patience. It sat in my inbox for a month or so. I don't want to make excuses, but as an explanation: 6-day work-week + home project = dead-on-my-feet. I've been trying to craft a proper response to this ask all month...but I literally got to the point of opening a word-processor and promptly falling asleep after squinting at the screen brightness.

Wet gurgles churn through the earpieces of the stethoscope. I lean back on my pillows, indulging in the noises. At a glance, one might think that I'm relaxing to some classical music of some sort—it's almost a trope in movies and TV at this point where some wealthy dude (sometimes the 'bad guy') sits back and turns up the volume on some classical piece like 'Ode to Joy' or something as they sit back after a job-well-done with a sniffer of brandy or whatever. We ain't as a boujee as that—no classical music screaming 'taste' or 'wealth', no expensive sound-system, and no brandy. What I've got is a stethoscope pressed almost painfully into the middle-left of my torso,the round metal nudging at my stomach-organ with every breath as I have the diaphragm trained directly over my duodenum.

The gurgles are audible even without the stethoscope, but with it I am getting a much more immersive experience. It picks up all of the little, quieter gurgles and the parts too quiet to escape to the realm of audibility. It's because of the earpieces that I don't hear it when you walk into my room, pausing at the door to take in the sight of me blissed out and indulging in my stomach. A glass that once contained milk sits on my night-table, telling you all that you need to know about what's going on.

You watch for a minute, watch as my blissed-out calm eventually begins to shift. It starts with a sharp gurgle, an irregular tensing of my abdominals, and a wince on my face as the painless part of the indulgence moves onto the main event. Enough milk has entered my intestines—enough to irritate the works. By the third wave of cramping, I'm moaning quietly, the stethoscope slipping as I begin to knead at my tummy as the cramps build to something painful—like the difference between calm waves and sky-scraper-sized waves out on the ocean. The cramps that were cute and manageable have grown, built themselves up to the point where it's painful. My intestines spasm irregularly, giving me that tell-tale 'in knots' feeling that I dread so very much.

“Ah!” I startle as I feel the bed dip and finally open my eyes, seeing your unexpected presence. A blush colors my features, unbidden, as I realize you caught me indulging alone. I thought you were working today and thought that I'd have the day off and the place to myself to indulge in a little stress-relief.

You don't even ask, reaching out with both hands to palpitate my belly. It's barely noticeable, but it's definitely rounder and tighter just a little bit more than it was an hour ago as the milk reacts negatively in my intestines, generating some painful gas inside of my constricting intestines.

I moan deeply as your probing hands press on some painful points on my tummy. On my right is a painful gas-pocket that's stuck in a loop of intestine—unable to be pushed to one or the other side of the loop because of restrictive cramps on either end of the twist. On my left, your thumb is nudging at the lower part of my duodenum, trying to act as a catalyst ensuring that all of the milk is in my intestines. My intestines rumble fiercely and my stomach burbles sickeningly. A gross, puff of sour, hot air pushes up and out of my stewing digestive tract in a pitiful excuse for a burp.

“Ahh...is that too much pressure on your cramping, aching tummy?” You tease, whispering in my ear as you relent the pressure and slide your hands over, only to press more firmly on other points on my belly. Your palms dig into the centre of my lower belly, just beneath my navel. The pressure is intense enough for me to moan and give some pained exclamations as the pressure in my cramping intestines ramps up from the pressure. I feel like a tied-off-balloon being squeezed from the bottom, your hands pinching off some much-needed space for the expansion of all the gas and nastiness being generated by the milk. The entire mess is expanding, and you just pinched off some prime real-estate. My intestines scream at the pressure, threatening to burst and aching fiercely.

[kayessbeebeebeee]

Donquixote Brothers Fic Recs

Memory by beyondmyreach (Completed)

Summary:

Roci may be afraid to take what he wanted, but Doffy was a World Noble, a Donquixote. Doffy would take whatever he wanted and nothing - least of all something as pitiful as fear - would stop him. Nor would he let anything stop his little brother from getting what he wanted.

Two months before the Donquixote family left Mariejois, Doflamingo bought a mermaid from Sabaody Archipelago's auction house.

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a bond of blood and blossoms by arrowntic (Completed)

Doflamingo clenched his teeth in anger, even if it would take years and years, he would get his revenge. No matter what it would take. He will take back his rightful place and punish his father for bringing them here. He would-

Something was placed on his head. Doflamingo furrowed his brows and turned to see Rosinante smiling brightly at him.

“Do you like it, big brother?”

Raising his hand towards his head, Doflamingo felt a circular object resting on his hair. He picked it up only to realise it was a… flower crown?

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sunburns off snow by politenuclearbomb (Completed)

“Why,” he asks slowly, “did you put your gun down, Rosinante?” His voice carries, barely a whisper, over the cold-numb-ache settling into his chest.

His stupid, sweet little brother laughs at him. It’s a painful sound; neither of his lungs sound punctured, but a bullet lodged in the abdominal muscles makes breathing difficult, Doflamingo presumes. “Because you’re my brother,” he says. “I’m not killing my own family. Not for the Marines, not for myself, not for Law.”

So he lowers the gun. So he takes a step forward. Rosinante’s eyes, red-brown like hours-old blood, deeper than the shade of his own, almost… soften. Just at the edges. Like he has some hope; like underneath everything, he hopes Doflamingo takes him home.

He never gets the chance.

The last thing he remembers clearly is reducing that young Marine to a pile of sliced viscera, red arterial spray staining his coat and the snow beneath.

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Brother Doesn’t See by FactCheck (Completed)

Rocinante hugged his father’s corpse closer to his body as rain fell around them.

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Dusk Specks by blairxriles (Completed)

Modern AU in which Donquixote Rosinante has spent thirteen years in witness protection and reemerges as the star witness in a trial that will take down his very own brother. A story that centers on Rosinante as he drifts between his memories and present day, searching for answers that will help him move away from his dark past and into a brighter future.

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Guilty, Still Me by Ami_Jerh (Compleyed)

Doflamingo is the reason why Rosinante is so "clumsy", and he will never forgive himself for it.

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Corazon is Shot in the End by Pensola (Completed)

Five universe alterations where Donqixote Doflamingo shoots and kills his brother Rosinante "Corazon", and one where he didn't.

And in the end, it doesn't matter.

[thegoofyfanaticus]

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) As Marcus blocked the forearm from Connor with his right arm, he threw a Choku Zuki directly into Connor's abs in in front of him. As Connor doubled over from the impact of a short-distance punch, Marcus finished getting up to his feet and threw a Kage Zuki also directly into Connor's abs. "AAAHHHHUUUGGGHHHHHHH!" Connor's head fell onto Marcus's left pec as the wind was knocked out of him with the two quick punches from Marcus. Connor had been in a plethora of street fights and his abs have taken thousands of punches over the years; however, the power from Marcus's punches was near the hardest punches he had ever taken in his abs. The first punch directly head-on felt like a drill ripping through his muscle tissue as Marcus went deep and hard into Connor's gut. Connor immediately felt his strong abdominal muscle wall go soft and weak from the impact of the strike. That only made the follow-up punch from Marcus that much worse. Marcus went to the lower abdominal wall for that punch and he went deep right at the bully button of Connor. Connor felt no resistance from his abs as the punch was another drill going deep into his body. As Connor's head rested on Marcus's pec, Connor coughed and heaved for air.  Marcus, for his part, felt a renewed energy from his using Karate. He had caught his second wind and was ready to hammer Connor down to the mat so he could have fun with the cocky son of a bitch before forcing Connor to admit that Marcus owned him. Marcus would heed Wyatt's advice about making sure the fight was all but over with his knees, fists, and feet before using various submission holds to dominate the young fighter. Resisting the urge to be extremely cocky himself, Marcus whispered into Connor's ear with a sly grin on his face, "Hope you are ready to feel real pain; I've just started..."