Task force 141 when you’re on your period
CW: afab reader but no specification, pre established relationship, Illusion to sex, slightly controlling behaviour (gaz)
Simon RIley:
When you tell him he just stares at you for a few seconds before going “....right.” then immediately handing you the tea he was literally just drinking and disappearing into the kitchen. He does a little boomerang getting you comfort items and bringing them to the couch, he doesn’t need to and you don’t have to ask but he just gets it for you happily. You play with the little skull decal on the mug as he looks down at you, just silently watching over you and waiting.
“Simon, I'm fine…it’s not contagious.” you laugh as he just nods in response and keeps his eyes locked on you. “Simon, seriously, relax.” he eventually eases onto the couch next to you just staring.
“Sorry uh…don’t like you bein’....uncomfortable…”
“Well the staring isn’t helping.”
“Just…i want to help.” he nearly grunted slowly moving closer to you on the couch “i don’t know how”
“Just sit with me, Simon.” He spends the next hour slowly scooching closer and closer before he wraps himself around your hand, has his big hand on your stomach and just whispers.
“Am I helping…?” His breath caresses the shell of your ear and as you, not a small content little hum escapes him, a sound that makes your eyes widen because you didn’t think a man like him could even make it. “Good.” he nuzzles deep into your neck.
Johnny Mactavish:
The words “I’m on my period” exit your mouth and he does not even bat an eye, he is not bothered whatsoever. He has sisters, 3, a period means fuck all to him except if you have a particularly bad one to make a pillow fort refuge on the couch incase he does something wrong. But when you cry over stubbing your toe on the counter his hands wrap around the back of your head as he shoves it into his chest, holding you tight and shushing you.
“Ye'r braw, a hurt toe isnae gonnae murdurr ye love,” he kisses along your hairline and slowly guides you to bed letting you cry your heart out.
“But it hurts johnny-” you sniffled as he puts your heating pad on your stomach and turns on the tv, putting on your favorite show.
“A'm sure it does darlin'” he turned off the big lights and put on the lamp on your nightstand before slowly easing into bed with you and manhandling you into his arms with a contented smile. You whine in protest as he constantly feeds you water but he immediately quiets you down with headrubs, massaging and scratching your scalp. “Dinnae fight it sweets...trying tae mak' yer feelin' better alright?” When you nod he smiles and lets you fall asleep snuggled up against his body warmth.
Kyle Garrick:
“I know”
“What the fuck do you mean you know?” you huff after coming out of your bathroom, having told Kyle you were on your period, he doesn’t even look up from his phone.
His eyes flicker up“I have your period tracker on my phone” he shows his phone and it was accurate.
“That's weird- you're weird, Garrick!” you huff as you go to walk away and storm off to your den of solitude in your room but he’s hot on your tail.
“Darling, I just want to look after you…let me?” He holds you by the waist and slowly turns you before leaning down and placing a slow and gentle kiss on your lips. “I’ll delete it if you want…” he nudges at your nose with his own. “I have it mostly for…nefarious purposes” you slap his arm at that but you can’t help but crack a small smile. His whiskey brown eyes gazing down into your own with a kind of love that couldn’t quite be put into words.
“No it’s fine…” you smile, you couldn’t stay mad at him. No, literally you don’t think it’s physically possible for you to stay mad at him when he looks at you like that, with those puppy dog eyes.
“Is that why you bought me a new hot water bottle?”
He pecks your lips “mhm..” he chases your lips as you keep speaking.
“And the bathbombs….” he kept trying to kiss you, holding you gently on either side of the neck, his eyes hooded yet focussed on your lips. “Mhm~” he plants another one on you, his breathing getting a little faster.
“Is that why you bought me a family pack of chocolates?” he smiled and slowly moved the hair away from your face.
“I thought we could share them”
“Oh you’re funny garrick” you grin as you break away and grab the chocolates from the counter before planting yourself in a blanket cocoon.
John price:
He also really isn't all that bothered when you break the news, nor does he mind when you wake him up in the middle of the night to tell him you leaked on the white bed sheets. This bear of a man lifts your bridal style to the bathroom and sits you on the edge of the bath. He retrieves a clean pair of underwear and sleep shorts for you, still seemingly mostly asleep as he mechanically pulls the sheets off the bed and puts them in the wash immediately, switching it on. He knocks on the bathroom toilet.
“Alright love?” he hummed his voice about two octaves lower than normal, you can't see but his forehead is pressed against the door, almost falling asleep right then and there, shirtless pressed against the door of the ensuite.
“Mhm…”you waddle out and press into him, he’s still warm as hell, he always runs warm but he was like a personal heater just for you. “Feel like shit…” you grumble as his coarse chest hair rubs up against your cheek. He sleepily just kisses the intersection of your eye brows blindly trailing kisses down your face hoping to maybe get one somewhere close to your lips.
“Lets go back to bed, silly.” he lifts you by the back of the thighs back into bed and just smushes you into the bed and when you tell him about it the next morning he doesn't even remember a single thing. He was barely awake anyhow.