Herman Carter Taking Care Of A Reader On Their Period.

Herman Carter taking care of a reader on their period.

Early this morning whenever he woke up, Herman took extra caution in getting out of bed for he could recall how exhausted and sore you had been all evening yesterday. Last night you had had trouble sleeping and complained of stomach pain when he asked. Considering what time of the month it was, it was rather obvious what was happening. He had gotten out of bed quietly so not to disturb you. Later he planned to wake you after you had gotten enough rest so that he could shower you with love and care.

For the majority of the morning Herman prioritized himself with making coffee, calling to check and see how his "business" was running while he was out for the weekend, and reading the newspaper. A mere hour and a half had passed whenever he suddenly heard the guttural sound of the pipes groaning in the walls indicating running water. What? Herman lowered his mug and gazed in the direction of the hallway where the bathroom was. Were you awake?

Dismissing his newspaper, Herman stood up, took another drink of his beverage and made way down the hall. On his way to the bathroom, he peeked inside your shared bedroom and saw an empty bed void of sheets and one of the blankets. Oh no. You must have started while you were asleep. Herman sighed in slight distress for he knew how sensitive you were. Waking up like this probably put you in a terrible mood.

But that didn't mean that he was going to run away and avoid you. No. You needed him, and he loved you so much, there was no good reason to let something simple like this bring either of you down.

Heading to the restroom, Herman stopped and gently knocked on the door, "(y/n) my love, is everything alright?"

On the other side of the door, he could hear your broken gasp and the shuffling of your feet over the trickle of running water. "Y-yeah, I-I'm alright," You whined.

But Herman knew better. "May I come in?" He asked, his lips roughly pressing together as he suppressed the urge to march in there himself and embrace you.

"N-not right now, please," You whimpered, and it nearly drove Herman insane because he knew that you were anxious and humiliated and you were most likely crying.

"I know what happened," He stated, leaning against the door with his hand resting on the knob, "And I hope you know that I understand. You needn't feel ashamed."

"But I..." You cried.

That settles it. Herman opened the door and walked inside, clouded by the steam from the shower as he studied your hunched form standing in front of the counter, your face buried in your hands. Besides your stained underwear, you were completely naked, your body trembling and jerking every few seconds.

"Oh (y/n)," He mumbled and moved forwards to place a hand on your shoulder, coaxing you into unraveling enough to face him, "Everything is going to be alright."

"No it's not," You protested with a choked, messy cry, your hands jerking away from your face thus showing your broken, agitated expression, "I'm disgusting. I ruin e-everything. Why do you even still have me around?"

"(y/n)..." Herman bit his tongue and tilted his head back, the flood of anger that had invaded him from your denials and false assumptions dissipating by his strong understanding. You were on your period. This kind of attitude was to be expected.

Breathing out calmly, Herman stepped forward, placed his hand on your other shoulder and carefully turned you towards him. "I have you around because I love you," He spoke firm and genuinely, "There's nothing that you have ruined. We can wash the clothes. My, you act as if a little blood is treason."

"It is," You mumbled, rubbing your nose and averting your gaze.

Herman chuckled and pulled you into his arms, "Even committing treason, you're still the most beautiful gift I could ever ask for."

You whined into his chest while eagerly soaking up his praise, warmth and reassurance. Herman was always putting up with your depressed mood swings and insecurities, constantly showering you with all his divine love and support. He was the best person you could ever have. "I love you," You mumbled into his chest, nuzzling the firmly textured fabric of his suit.

"And here I was beginning to believe that you didn't want to be around me," Herman recollected with an innocent hum.

You frowned and looked up at him with an irritated glare, not really appreciating the fact that he ruined the mood by using your own words against you.

Herman chuckled and leaned down to kiss your forehead, "I love you too, my dear. Now, take your shower. I will clean the clothes."

"Are you sure?" You whispered whenever he kissed your lips, his arms moving up and down your bare sides, fingers slipping into the band of your stained underwear.

Separating from your addictive lips, Herman smiled his charming smile and nodded, "Of course."

After a few more shared kisses and caresses, Herman took your night time clothes and left you to shower and do your morning routine. He set the clothes to washing, covered the bed with a fresh sheet and got it set up for your liking. While you were still in the bathroom, he stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom and proceeded to ready himself for his surprise for you.

Taking off his shoes, belt and vest, he untucked his shirt and loosened some of the top buttons, checking to make sure his face was well shaved and his teeth shining perfectly. A man's gotta look good for his partner, you know, especially when they were on their period.

He waited on the edge of the bed for you, grinning in fondness when you practically drug your feet across the ground while walking into the bedroom, your head lowered and a towel loosely wrapped around you. You looked miserable and distressed, but he planned to change that. "Feeling better?"

You hummed and tilted your head upwards, gasping when you saw Herman sitting on the freshly made bed, his vest gone and shirt unbuttoned. "Oh-um..." Blushing, you then looked over and saw the heating pad laying prepped and plugged in on your side of the bed. So he wanted to do 'that'? "Herman, y-you didn't have to do all this, I... I'm sorry about earlier, I just... I..."

"Don't apologize," Herman stood from the bed and walked towards you, his hands encompassing your small figure and pulling it close, "I love doing this for you."

"But... It's your weekend, and I..."

"Have just made it all the more enjoyable? Yes, I agree," Herman smirked and leaned down to kiss you, slowly coaxing the edge of the towel from your hands so that he could pull it away and let it drop uselessly to the ground. "Mmm, you're so beautiful."

Moaning into the deep kiss, you push into him with your half naked body and shudder whenever he kneaded and massaged at the bits of flesh he had expertly learned cramped the most. It felt so good.

It took effort but Herman eventually stopped kissing you enough he was able to guide you to the bed where he had you lay down on your stomach after taking a few drinks of your favorite beverage. Then with your aching front laying pressed against the heating pad, he carefully crawled on top of you from behind and sat down against your lower thighs, his brown eyes staring lovingly at your flushed, gorgeous skin.

"Beautiful," He bent down and kissed your upper back, unable to resist ravishing your body as he put one hand over the other and pressed down against your lower back where the pain was at it's worst peak. You moaned and whimpered beneath him, looking so relaxed and at peace as he began massaging your throbbing, aching flesh.

"Feels so good," You whimpered, nuzzling into the pillows.

Herman smirked against your back and said in a promising whisper, "And it's going to feel so much better..."

Soon.

Killers comforting an anxious reader who can't sleep.

I'm going through a rough time right now, and so I wrote this to try and help.

...

Jeffrey

He could tell that you were restless, tossing and turning every ten minutes in the space beside him. He knew that you had been particularly distracted this evening, lost in thought and gazing out into space. When he asked, you hadn't said anything reassuring, just that you were "fine"... Which was bull crap.

By the time you sat up straight in bed, Jeffrey turned his head over and asked firmly, "Is there any damn reason why you're actin' like a tied up hog boughta' be burned alive?"

You startled at his voice, your body slumping in shame as you ran a tired hand over your face, "I'm sorry, Jeff. I didn't mean to keep you awake."

"It ain't no apology I'm after," Jeffrey sat up a bit, reaching out to coax you against him, "Why ya not sleepin', prince/princess."

Leaning into his warmth, you unconsciously snuggle against Jeffrey's side, seeking security in his large, soft form. "I just... I guess I just keep worrying about the thing." You admit quietly, shivering.

Jeffrey huffed, knowing exactly what "thing" you were talking about. "Well stop," He barked lightly, rubbing your back and side soothingly, "Ya can't get nothin' done if ya keep overwhelmin' yourself for no damn reason."

"I know," You whisper, pressing your face against the top of his belly, "You're right."

Jeffrey brushed his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the back of your neck. "Hey? Wanna be my teddy-bear?" He asked.

You whimpered, fluttering your lashes at him hopefully, "Just for a little bit? Please..."

"As if I could resist them puppy eyes," Jeffrey sighed in exaggeration, straightening his pillows behind him and leaning back, giving you easier access to straddle his lap.

Once you were in his lap, you immediately leaned against Jeffrey, belly to belly and nudging your face underneath his chin. It was the coziest, safest, most wonderful place you could ever be, and when he wrapped his arms around you to massage your back while planting soft kisses against your forehead, you found yourself relaxing in utter loving bliss.

"No more'a this anxious shit, ya hear?" He grumbled at you.

You smiled warmly, hugging him tightly, "I hear you. Thank you, Jeffrey."

Herman

He woke up to the sensation of you tossing and turning repeatedly, the sound of your breathing irregular and uneven. When he heard a rather exhausted sigh, he turned over and asked in concern, "My love? Is something wrong? Are you alright?"

"O-oh, I'm fine," You answer quickly, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I-I'll try not to move anymore."

"It's alright, no need to apologize," Herman sat up a bit and scooted closer to you, one arm reaching out to pull you against him, "Will you tell me what is troubling you?"

Can't get anything past Herman. You whimpered, falling victim to his soft, loving kisses as he rubbed expert hands over your back and shoulders. "I... It's about the thing. I'm... I'm just afraid that somethings gonna go wrong."

Herman hummed, placing a kiss against your cheek. He knew that what you were going through was difficult and stressful, and that anxiety was a significant side effect. "Try not to overthink too much, my sweet," He turned your head to look him in the eye, his expression full of passion and love.

"You can do this," He said, his tone reassuring, "You're one of the strongest people I know. I have faith in you. Perhaps you should try having some faith in yourself too, hm?"

Leaning into his warm, safe hands, you close your eyes and nod, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Herman."

"Of course," Herman kissed you gently, murmuring against your cheek, "Now... How might I be of service to help get your mind of this ordeal?"

"Hold me? Please?" You timidly ask.

Herman smiled and brushed a hand through your hair, saying fondly, "Anything for my beautiful angel."

As Herman laid on his side, you shuffle forward and bury yourself against him, instantly inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. A big arm wrapped around you, holding you close. He was so safe. You sigh, remembering his motivational words and praise.

"You can do this," Herman kissed your forehead, tilting your head up for confirmation, "Hm?"

You smile at him in loving appreciation and nod, "I can do this."

Jason

He's generally a light sleeper, so when he feels you begin to get restless beside him, he's onto you immediately, checking to see if you were alright.

"What?" You whimper, confused about the worried expression on your partner's disfigured but beautiful face, "Is everything alright?"

Having got it backwards, Jason scooted to the edge of the bed to grab his pen and messy notebook from the nightstand. Turning on the lamp and sitting up straight, he wrote down a question and lifted it out for you to read, "Nightmare?"

Squinting your eyes, you read his sloppy writing and shake your head, saying in exhausted reassurance, "No. No nightmares. Sorry for worrying you. I just... I just keep thinking about the thing I have to do and now I... can't sleep."

Hearing your defeated sigh, Jason felt his heart wilt. He knew that what you were going through right now was immeasurably stressful and honestly kind of scary. He wasn't happy about it either. He wrote down, "Want to talk?"

You smile at him and go to hold his large hand, squeezing it fondly, "Nah, I'm just... I'm just a little scared is all. Those people I have to deal with... I don't like them."

Jason nodded in understanding, taking a fine minute to write a response, "Dont be scared. I will be with you. They cant hurt you."

Warmth filled your chest as well as your cheeks as you read his note with happiness and love. Jason truly was your greatest star. You look at him, your hands reaching up to hold his face. "Thank you, Jason, so much," You whisper softly.

Addicted to your gentle touch, Jason tossed his notebook and pen aside and went to scoop you into his arms. He loved you so much and he would always, always be there for you. This wasn't something you had to handle alone.

As the tension bled from your body, Jason coaxed you into laying back down. From there he pressed himself right up against you and pulled you against his chest, his love and warmth enveloping you eternally.

Freddy

Freddy was the mastermind of sleep. He was always using his powers to suck you into blissful dreams and/or simple darkness, assuring that you got the best rest possible, but tonight? Tonight you were actively breaking through his power.

Having woken up from the feel of your restlessness, Freddy attempted to pull you back into sleep only to realize that you were literally too overwhelmed to sleep. So, with a growl, he rolled over, crawled on top of you and pinned you to the bed.

"Restless aren't we, baby?" He mumbled, looking into your wide, tired eyes, "Mind tellin' me why?"

Having been caught off guard, you shuffled beneath him, testing his light grip on your wrists but not fighting against it. "I'm sorry... I'm just having trouble," You admit sadly, sagging into the bed.

Freddy tilted his head, raising a suspicious brow at you, "Is it because of that shit you gotta put up with tomorrow?"

You frowned at him, your gaze drooping off to the side. "I know I'm gonna be so tired. I really don't wanna go," You whine, almost on the verge of tears from the stress, anxiety and emotional chaos, "I hate this so much."

Softening his approach, Freddy let go of your wrists and leaned down to cup your face. "Normally I'd tell you to skip chores, but this... This is different, baby," He kissed your jaw, making a line up your cheek to your forehead, "I fuckin' hate it too, but it's gonna be worth it in the end. But you know what you need to be able to beat these bitches? Sleep."

Pouting like a scolded puppy, you hold onto Freddy's shoulders as he continued fondling your body and kissing your face. "I know... I just don't know what to do to stop thinking about it," You sigh, wishing that you could snap your fingers and zap the anxiety from your brain.

"Oh..." Freddy leaned back and smirked at you maliciously, "Oh, baby, I got just the solution."

About thirty minutes later, Freddy was successful in pulling your blissfully distracted mind into the dream world. Then he covered you up and pulled you close to cuddle. If only you knew how much he loved you and believed in you. You could do this. He knew you could.

Freddy didn't fall for the weak ones.

Wesker

He awakens to the sound of feather-light sniffles and the smell of salty tears, and so he slowly sits up, running a hand through his ruffled hair as he gazes at you in slight concern. "(y/n)?"

You jerked, gasping and going to throw your legs over the edge of the opposite side of the bed. "O-oh, you're awake. I-I'm sorry, Albert, I-I didn't mean to disturb you," You say quickly, terrified that he'd learn of your tears and judge you.

As you go to stand up to let him have his peace, a firm hand landed on your shoulder and kept you in place, "What is wrong?"

"Nothing," You fight to keep your voice from cracking or sobs spilling out. You just needed to be alone for a bit. "Please, go back to sleep. I'm fine."

"You're crying," Wesker pointed out, his voice monotonous and unreadable as always, but there may have been a hint of worry inside. "Why?"

Oh God, he knew. He knew that you were crying and now he was going to judge you. He saw your weakness and now he probably hated you. And you had no good excuse. Wesker dealt with problems far more intense than this, and he never cried. God, you were pathetic.

When you wouldn't answer, Wesker stood up and walked around the bed, standing tall before you. Reaching down, he grasped your chin in a gentle grip and coaxed you to look up. Once he saw the sparkling tears in your eyes, the way you flinched and tensed at his touch and how you stared at him with horror, Wesker crouched down in front of you and went to hold your hands.

"Is this about your thing tomorrow?" He asked, his voice gentle.

You whined, your lips curling with overwhelming emotions. "Yes... I'm not ready. I-I'm not ready to handle all of it yet. I'm not strong like you... I'm just a dumb, useless crybaby."

Wesker reached up and cupped your face, his thumb tenderly stroking your tear stained cheek, "You will preform remarkably, (y/n). I know you will. And it is okay to cry. I'm here."

Feeling the ultimate collapse of emotional weight inside you, you fell to the floor in front of Wesker, your arms thrown around him as you held him close. Wesker held you back, and continued to hold you for as long as you needed.

Jeffrey Hawk/The Clown taking care of a reader on their period.

He knew there was something up. Last night you had tossed and turned for hours on end, even going so far as to leave the bed and lay on the couch to "not bother him as much". Pfft. You should know better than to think that way. The only thing that bothered Jeffrey was when you made wrong and unnecessary assumptions about him. It was as if you expected the worst out of him. But he wouldn't get frustrated with you over this for he knew exactly what was going on.

Jeffrey had woken up before you, hauling himself out of bed to go fix breakfast and watch TV. He knew that, after such a difficult night, you needed the rest, and it was best to let you recuperate. The day could start later. However, on a trip to the restroom, he decided to stop and check in on you, his grey-blue eyes taking in the sight of your uncovered body bathing in the morning glow of sunshine penetrating through the curtains. You were so beautiful and cute, your mouth parted open, hair messy, arms strung out and feet tangled in the blankets. Your peaceful aura brought joy to his broken world.

He continued to gaze at you in simple admiration until the sight of something dark glistened within the morning sun. He huffed in suspicion and waltzed into the room, his eyes squinting as he looked down at the splotches of red in between your thighs. Oh boy. He sighed, noting that your underwear was soaked as well as the sheets beneath you. Welp, looks like you were going to be boss of the house for a while.

Minor aggravation coursed through Jeffrey's nerves as he quietly stomped off to start you a warm bath. He wasn't aggravated with you or the situation by any means, but he did have a feeling that this was going to be a problem for you. You were already so skittish, insecure and doubtful around him in general, constantly apologizing and panicking over the simplest things. Waking up to this? He just knew that you were probably going to freak out and overreact. You might cry too. Ugh... He hated seeing you cry.

After starting the water and grabbing a spare towel, Jeffrey returned to the bedroom and approached you on the bed. Carefully he seated himself on the mattress, his head turning back to take in your slumbering form. Dang it. He really didn't want to disturb you. He sighed, his hand reaching out to gently shake your shoulder. "Hey... Hey, bunny, wake up," He mumbled, stroking your cheek. "Wake up now."

"Mm?" Came your endearing reply, little, tired whimpers filling the air as you roused, eyes blinking open goofily. "Jeffrey?" You whispered, your sleepy tone just so adorable and sweet. He could eat you up in a heart beat.

"Hey bunny," He coughed a little while leaning down, his hand brushing your cheek before allowing you to take his hand, "How're you feeling?"

You blinked gorggily and hummed, your mouth opening with a yawn, "Mmm... Still tired." As you began to stretch, Jeffrey suddenly released your hand and went to place a palm on your thigh, stilling you into confusion, "What-"

"Try not to move too much, m'k?" He whispered in a somewhat hushed voice, his palms rubbing soothing circles into your thighs as he tried to pull a funny face, "I think the captain here's sailing 'cross the red sea."

"Huh?" You rasp in confusion at his confusing joke before the familiar terms hit you at bullet speed, and you were jerking yourself upwards far enough you could look down between your legs. And that's when the horror settled in.

"Now, now," Jeffrey began, pointing a firm expression your way before you started going haywire. "Don't you dare go off them rails, ya hear? This ain't nothin' to worry about, got it?"

"Oh no," You gasp, you're conscience overrun with mortification. You had started your period. You had started your period on Jeffrey's bed. How disgusting could you be? And he had caught you. He was right here in front of you witnessing it. Oh God, he must be furious. You had contaminated his personal belongings with your nasty human filfth, and now he was probably going to throw you out like the unleashed dog you were. "I... I..." Your eyes began to water.

"Damn it, (y/n), I said don't worry," Jeffrey sighed in visual frustration and stood up, his big arms lifting outwards towards you. "Up," He demanded, wiggling his fingers at you, "Come on."

"I-I'm sorry," You whined, one hand going to cover your eyes while the other clenched up in the sheets, "I'm so sorry..."

"For God's sake, quit apologizin'. I ain't mad; you know that," He grumbled, tossing the towel at you. "Here, wrap yourself with this. I got the bath runnin' for ya. Hurry an' get in there before it overflows."

You took the towel with a small speckle of uncertainty, your watery eyes looking at him with sad wonder. He wasn't mad? And he had made you a bath? You sniffled, your humiliated, terrified heart scrambling around in a ball of worry inside your chest. "Thank you, Jeffrey," You whisper, unable to face him as you grab the towel with shaky hands and go to wrap it around your waist. "I-I promise I-I'll clean this up. N-new sheets and everything, I promise, I-"

As soon as you stood up, Jeffrey pressed two fingers against your lips and wheezed, his scowl small yet teasing, "Do I needa' glue your mouth shut?"

You bowed your head at him in shame. Jeffrey sighed in huge exaggeration and pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you and holding you against his side, "Quit mopin', alright? The only crime you've committed is raisin' my water bill."

You scoffed, glaring at him from where your face lay happily smooshed against his pecks. He chuckled and ruffled your messy hair playfully, "I need'a redecorate anyway. Same ol' sheets get boring to look at all the time."

"I really don't mind cleaning it up," You whimpered, gazing at your bloody mess with shame and misery, "I know I'm disgusting..."

"And I don't mind spankin' your ass ya say somethin' like that one more time," Jeffrey growled, glaring unhappily at you in the hopes that you would understand that he wasn't in the mood to tolerate your obnoxious doubts and insecurities. Whenever you looked away in further despair, he sighed, hugged you tight and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your forehead. "Get in there b'fore the tub overflows. Leave your clothes on the sink. Got it, sunshine?"

"Yeah," You replied quietly, your body absorbing his tender affections as he held you close for a few seconds longer.

"Now scat," Jeffrey gave you a small push, ushering you away so that he could take care of the blankets and sheets.

Stuck in a cloud of humiliation, you followed his orders and went to the bathroom, abruptly turning off the facet water before shedding your shirt, shorts and underwear. You sat the stained clothing on the sink as he requested and went to dip yourself into the fresh, clean tub, loving satisfaction buzzing through you as you enjoy the soothing temperature. Jeffrey always knew just what you liked. You were lucky to have him.

"Wastin' my water..." Jeffrey sighed in exasperation as he entered the bathroom to grab your dirty clothes, his eyes lingering on your shy figure lying cozily in the tub. You were so damn beautiful to him, even on your bad days.

"Really?" You groaned, knowing that he was obviously teasing you. He was always cracking silly jokes, trying to make you feel guilty about random things you would never feel guilty about. Over the months you had grown used to it, simply rolling your eyes every time he teased, but you wouldn't deny the fondness you felt towards his ridiculous jokes.

Jeffrey chuckled and asked, "Want me to cook ya breakfast?"

You fumbled nervously, unconsciously feeling bad for nodding, "Yes please?"

"What'a ya want?" Jeffrey coughed, purposely playing around with your dirty underwear and earning himself an attack of water being flicked his way. "Hey, I said no wastin' water. Jesus, you're tryin' to ring me dry."

"Oh stop it," You bark, rolling your eyes. See? A tease. You smiled at him and requested what you desired eating for breakfast, your heart drumming with content as he agreed to have it ready by the time you got dressed.

Before he left the bathroom, he made sure that you had everything you needed. Clean clothes, pads, your hairbrush and a fresh towel. He also brought you a cup of your favorite morning beverage along with some menstrual medication. Later on he would go to the store to stock up on some more of your monthly needs, but you might have to write it all down on paper for him. He wouldn't make you go anywhere when you were feeling like this.

After you were finished with your bath, you got dressed and did your morning bathroom routine before making way for the kitchen, the sight of the fresh bed sheets sending a warm tremor through your heart. How could you ever want for anyone greater? Did a greater person exist? The smell of breakfast outlined your precious feelings as you wandered into the kitchen, your fingers pressing together over your aching belly as you approached the man sitting at the dining table.

"Feelin' better?" Asked Jeffrey, his mouth twitching as he took one last drag off a cigarette before crushing it in the ash bowl.

"Mhm, thank you," You almost came close to apologizing again but paused immediately on account of the fact that Jeffrey did not like it when you apologized too much. So you settled for walking up beside him, your hands going to wrap around his shoulders, your face forming into a pout, "My tummy still hurts."

"Well tell it to stop," Jeffrey wheezed while waving the lingering smoke away as he pulled you close to him, one large hand slipping up the front of your shirt.

You instantly uttered a deep, quiet moan of bliss, the feel of Jeffrey's large, warm, magnetizing hand rubbing your tender, aching flesh causing your toes to curl in bodily satisfaction. It felt so good. You sighed, hugging him against your chest, your throat nearly purring from how good it felt, the love he gave you. He kissed your neck, his hot breath sending a shudder through you.

"Darn thing, makin' me waste all this water and gas," Jeffrey grumbled, chuckling whenever you pushed on his head a little in frustration. "Can't even watch my favorite show. Know why?"

"Because I'm dis-"

"Cause I already got it right here in my arms," Jeffrey cut you off, one arm tightening around you in a manner of fondness, love and protection. "Best show I ever did see." You melted at that, your body sagging into him as if you were perfectly molded for each other. Inside your chest your heart fluttered in madness, consumed by the loving attention he continued to shower you with.

Jeffrey finished cooking you and himself breakfast, continously teasing and making ridiculous jokes. You were beginning to feel better although the aches and pressure still greatly lingered. Eating helped a bit, but the cramps restrained you from properly enjoying the delicious meal. A few times you had complained up until the point Jeffrey grabbed your mostly empty plates, scraped them and threw them in the sink before dragging you to the living room sofa, and from there he proceeded to do one of your favorite things ever.

Once Jeffrey had the TV turned on to his desired channel, he grabbed his soda and sat down on the couch, steadily reclining back into the beat-in cushions. From there he gazed up at you and shook his head in confusion, his arms gesturing you forward. "Well come on," He ushered.

Blushing, you timidly walked forward, your body erupting with a small tremor of excitement as you stopped before him. Gazing away, you carefully put a knee on the couch on one side of his thigh before quickly following suite with the other, straddling his strong thighs between your own smaller ones. "That's it, bunny," Jeffrey rubbed the back of your head, his hands gently coaxing you into leaning against him.

And you did.

With a happy whimper, you leaned forward, your belly and chest pressing against Jeffreys and leaving you with just enough room to lay your head against his thick, warm pecks. And yes, it was precisely as amazing as it sounded. Forget hot water bottles. Forget heating pads. Forget massager guns. Why would you need any of those things when you had literally all you could ever want and more right here?

You sighed pleasantly, your cramps feeling significantly less destructive while being snuggly pressed against him. "I gotcha," He whispered against the top of your head, kissing you as his hands caressed and massaged the areas of your body he knew often ached the worst. "I gotcha."

And he would always have you.

Story idea for Hannibal Lecter x reader.

Summary: Hannibal becomes the new boss/leader for a company you work at. As expected, plenty of people are obsessed with him and his history being an infamous psychiatrist and amazing cook. He reads everyone like a book within the first minute of talking to them. However, he can't quite read you. Unlike your coworkers, you were practically silent, avoided team work, and performed remarkably while working. Every time he tries to speak with you, he only manages to get short, simple answers or excuses that are too difficult to read. And it's maddening to him. He wants to know more about you, and eventually... He will.

Commission for EroismPro.

The wind blew through Lilian's hair, acting as a cooling force against the light flush that had crawled along her skin. Clouds in the sky took turns blocking out the brisk, hot sun, filling her with gratitude for the shadowed relief. A friend had dropped her off near the entrance to the MacMillan gates, and she somewhat timidly fiddled with her basket before welcoming herself in. There was a house not too far from the long, crispy lawn in which was graced with a cracked rock path down the middle. She smiled in familiarity, heart fluttering in anticipation at the thought of how close she was to seeing one of her closest friends. Evan.

She wondered if he had spotted her yet, Lilian bowed her head and bit her lip while walking down the rock path. Internally she fought against the urge to smooth out her ruffled dress or pat the back of it to make certain everything was alright and as it should be. Would Evan like how she was dressed? Would he appreciate what she had brought with her for him to snack on? Lilian lifted her head and gazed at the fields, spotting the mines not too far away. Considering what day it was, she figured that there weren't too many people working today, but Evan had once said that his father was kind of a tyrant when it came to over exerting his own workers. While she would very much like to meet the primary owner of the Estate, she couldn't deny that it made her nervous.

The minutes passed somewhat quickly, and Lilian was once again biting her lip as she walked up the rickety steps to the small house. Hoisting the basket against her hip slightly, she peered up at the faded white door and took in a deep breath, her cheeks warming slightly despite her mental protests. With her free hand she quietly knocked on the door, politely stepping back a few feet in case Evan decided to come out. From the inside she could hear the distinct sound of what appeared to be a chair scooting across worn tile, and large footsteps following shortly after.

Seconds later and a figure appeared behind the tinted screen to the old door, and Lilian felt herself grin uncontrollably whenever the doorknob began to rattle. "Well," Came his deep, rich voice, blazing with casual welcome and enlightenment, "Look who finally 'cided to show up."

"Hi Evan," Lilian took in the man in front of her, eyes tracing along the sight of his tough work boots, sturdy jeans, tan button-up and striped suspenders. As always he was the center picture of being brilliantly attractive. His dark undercut was lightly tassled, his wood brown eyes were sunken, focused and outlined with small circles underneath and yet still they managed to shine with kindness. When she gazed down at the curve of his perfect smile, she looked away slightly and swayed, fingers fumbling with the basket she carried. "I-I'm sorry if I'm running late..."

Evan chuckled softly and pushed the door open further, his voice teasing and light-hearted, "Don't be, darlin', I'm jus' messin' with ya. I knew you'd make it. Probably take a damn tornado to stop ya."

"You really think a silly tornado would stop me?" Lilian giggled back, happily taking the polite entry and going to step into the small living room. Immediately the stiff, old wooden floor croaked beneath her feet, but it was a welcoming tune. When she first visited, it had been a hard pill to swallow seeing the vast arrangement of stuffed animals mounted on the wall, but eventually she learned to look past it all. Anything was worth it to spend time with him.

"Probably not," Evan lingered at the door, his head poking out so that he could look around.

She raised a brow at him, noting that it seemed as if he were searching for something. "Were you expecting more company?" She asked, curious about who else he would invite if anyone at all.

"Oh... Oh, no," Evan shrugged himself away from the outdoors and went to shut the door with a careful shove, "No, it ain't that, I was jus'... Jus'- nevermind. It ain't important."

As Evan turned around, he offered her a warm smile, his eyes tired and yet filled with joy. "Come on in here," He gestured in the direction of the kitchen.

"Are you sure everything's alright?" Lilian asked just in case he was stressed out about something she could possibly help with. Deep down she understood that he was always kind of exhausted physically and some times mentally. If there was any way that she could help, she would.

"Yeah, I'm sure," He led her into the kitchen a ways before turning around, his brows kinking upwards when he saw her proudly present the basket to him. "Thought I told ya not to bring nothin'," He gave her a parenting stare.

"But I wanted to make you something nice," Lilian protested, waving the basket around suggestively.

"I thought I told you not to bring nothin'," He repeated causing her to roll her eyes with a giggle, his hand reaching out to take the basket.

"Well I did so you might as well enjoy it... Killjoy," She muttered underneath her breath.

"I heard that," Evan mumbled while setting the basket on the kitchen table and going to lift up the small cloth covering it.

"oh-uh, I said 'oh boy'," Lilian quickly interjected with spry confidence, "Oh boy, look what I brought!"

"Mhm," Evan pointed to her a look of tight disbelief and non-amusement.

Lilian gazed around innocently, heat blooming in her cheeks in hopes that he would like what she had brought. He had eaten her cooking before, but this was a serving she had not yet graced him with, and she had her fingers crossed that he would enjoy it.

"Muffins, huh?" Evan gave her a shocked, jovial smile, his eyes quickly returning to the basket so that he could neatly pluck one out, wasting no time whatsoever bringing it to his lips to take a bite. "Mm."

"Yeah, I've never made them before, and I remember you saying how much you like them so... Tadah!" Lilian moved her hands together, cheeks rosy pink as she watched him messily devour the small treat. "Do... Do you like it?"

"Mm," Evan covered his mouth as he chewed, crumbs raining all over his shirt. He briskly lifted a hand to wipe himself clean only to spill more as he headed towards the window in front of the sink, "Mm...."

Lilian giggled at his inability to say anything as he seemed determined on finishing the serving before actively answering. "No worries, take your time," She shied towards the table and went to organize the innards of her basket, modestly pulling out a muffin for herself.

"They're incredible, darlin'," Evan said before stuffing the rest of his serving into his mouth, hands smacking together over the sink. "Best I've had in a long time." He reached out and grabbed a large plate by the stove, using both hands to carefully carry it to the counter.

"Thank you," Lilian hid her face by turning around and pretending like a picture of the Hunt was the most interesting thing in the room, mouth nibbling shyly on the muffin.

"An' thank you for bringin' em. I needed somethin' a little sweet to brighten this day, well... Besides you," He cleared his throat after setting the plate down, fingers tapping bluntly against the table a few times before pinching the cloth covering the ceramic and pulling. He took in a deep breath and said, "Hope you're hungry. I know it ain't as good as muffins, but... Here."

Lilian scoffed, holding her muffin close while wandering closer to the plate. "I bet it's better than muffins," She grinned, gazing down at the plate and seeing a vast arrangement of sandwiches- many of which were made from different varieties of meat and bread. "Ooh!"

"Told ya not to bring nothin'," Evan huffed while grabbing another muffin and scooting a chair out, sighing as he plopped himself down. "I feel like I could sit for the rest'a my damn life, this shit hurts so bad."

"You shouldn't let him treat you like this, Evan," Lilian complained pointedly while taking a seat in the chair beside him, carefully setting down her muffin and going to pluck up one of the sandwiches. Lifting it outwards, she smiled and mumbled pleasantly, "Thank you."

"Not a problem, darlin'... Not a problem," Evan sagged back against the chair, happily enjoying her muffins without a care in the world. "What else ya plan on cookin' for me?"

"Are you suggesting that I'm your maid now?" She asked seconds before taking a bite out of one of the sandwiches, her eyes giving him a playful wink.

Evan pursed his lips and gazed around mindlessly, "Well... You did make these for me. If anyone suggested it, it'd be you..."

Lilian proceeded to give him a flat stare, her lips held thin and unamused. Evan peeked at her, covering his mouth to fight against laughing less he spit food all over the place. "Well, just so you know, what I decide to cook 'if' I decide to cook- I'm reconsidering it now- is a surprise, thank you," She stated rightfully and took a bite out of the sandwich. It was touching that he went out of his way to prepare this for her.

"Gotta leave a man hangin', huh?" Evan chuckled and stood up suddenly, swiping his crumb covered lips with his thumb while turning around and heading in the direction of the window again.

"A surprise is a surprise," Lilian smiled, her stomach rumbling pleasantly at the taste of the sandwich and the fact that Evan had specially prepared it for her. That and the poor thing hadn't eaten all day.

As Evan gazed outside, shoulders stiff and head turning in many directions, Lilian began wondering what it was that had her friend so on edge. "Is everything alright, Evan?" She asked, blinking as she watched him shuffle around in front of the sink.

"Everything's fine, darlin', jus' gettin' ya some water is all," Evan spoke smoothly, wiping his hands off on a cloth before reaching down to pour some fresh well water into a faded white, metal mug. "Hope ya don't mind well tang."

Lilian took another bite of her sandwich, clearing her throat, "You know I don't."

"Then why ya complain 'bout it so much?" Evan teased as he brought two mugs over, grinning whenever he received an irritated glare from the woman who was unfortunately too busy chewing to argue back. "Stay here. I'll be right back in a minute, m'k?"

Lilian wanted to ask him where he was going and if he was positive that everything was alright, but instead she felt her stomach warm with reassurance whenever Evan reached out and gently squeezed her shoulder, offering a soft smile. She smiled back, cheeks filling with light heat as flutters rapidly took place inside her heart. How could she deny that kind, handsome expression? Nodding her head, Lilian watched as Evan stepped away and headed towards the living room, the brisk sound of the door opening and closing thus leaving her in silence.

She sat patiently for a few minutes, curiously gazing around the room while eating her sandwich. There were a lot of classical yet scratched/worn paintings on the wall, along with stuffed animals and the occasional mine trinket. Floral cloths decorated the counters as well as the light wooden table. Lilian herself felt as though there should be a tad bit more color to the place, but she supposed that it was mostly men who lived here anyways.

As a few more minutes passed, Lilian finished her sandwich, drank some water and eventually got bored enough that she stood from her seat and made way for the window. Casually she peeked out, trying to see if she could spot Evan anywhere. To her misfortune, she saw no sight of the mine worker, only the dirt driveway and shaggy garden. Humming, she then decided to wander around the kitchen, stopping to flip over turned utensils or fold a messy rag.

By the end of the counter lay a set of boarded shelves covered in newspapers and old mail. Lilian hummed in curiosity and went to look over them, her eyes taking in the spare pencils, pens and frayed paintbrushes. With careful fingers she scooted some of the supplies aside and went to scoop up a torn newspaper, immediately reading over particularly boring headlines and business articles. This paper had to belong to Evan's father.

Upon gazing at the door, Lilian's eyes accidentally caught sight of something laying beneath the newspaper. Folding the torn parchment, she mindlessly sat it aside and bent over, a small breath of surprise passing through her lips at what she saw. Buried underneath all the various newspapers and supplies was what appeared to be lemon yellow canvas papers-all of which sported different kinds of pencil drafts and drawings. One of them, Lilian realized with widening eyes and frozen fingers, was a drawing of her wearing the same dress in which she wore the last time she visited. It was even painted a little, giving off the familiar color. Was this supposed to be her? Had Evan drawn these?

Lilian slowly grabbed the paper and lifted it up with the finest care, her fingertips tracing along the delicate pencil detailing and paint. It was so pretty. She blushed, genuinely questioning deep within her heart if this really was her and if Evan had created it. If so, then why? Why hadn't he told her about any of this before? Lilian looked down, gazing at all of the other paintings and noticing that they were all of different things; birds, the mines, stairs, and household objects. Clearly he enjoyed what he did.

Having felt a severe rush of anticipation attack her, Lilian about squealed in alarm whenever the loud clearing of a throat could be heard followed by brisk footsteps. "Thought I told ya to stay put."

Both is good, yes.

Is it my childhood trauma or my mental illnesses that make me find slashers attractive?🤔🫦