I really hate when niggas start diaspora wars on Juneteenth. Like at the end of the day Iām going to celebrate any day that a group/nation of black ppl gain emancipation or independence even if Iām not apart of that specific group and Iām going to do my best to honor them. Weāre a lot more connected than weāre led to believe
In Texas, Black individuals have as much voice as ā of a white person. Hispanic individuals count as ā of a white person. 40% of Texans are white, and yet they have 70% of the representation and voting power in Texas. If you are of voting age in Texas, your voice and vote matters now more than ever. This is worse than the ā compromise. We have not seen such a racial segregation like this in the United States since the 1960s.
If you cannot vote, please protest and spread the word. Do whatever you can. I am not a Texan but we can not forget our brothers and sisters that live there. They deserve to live there and have a voice, to feel safe. Do not give up.
sorry but once you notice how often ppl use a southern accent as shorthand for being unintelligent you can never unsee it. classism is baked so deeply and why are you acting like anyone who talks the way my grandfather talks is stupid.
Betty loves when you spend time with her. You're a good listener and are more than happy to talk her ear off when she asks to just hear your voice. Albeit you start to stumble over yourself when she compliments what a lovely voice you have. Although she's noticed that you've suddenly turned shy. That even though you'll still address her with the usual candour, the second your eyes meet, suddenly you're looking straight to the floor.
Not to mention the way you rub your palms together and sway back and forth on your feet, hurriedly rushing through the conversation to attempt to hide away elsewhere throughout the house before eventually coming straight back to her. She can't recall doing anything of late that would have you quite so flustered, the latest was when she complimented how good a pair of jeans fit around your ass and gave it a playful pinch. To which you have yet to put them back on much to her disappointment, but you seemed to stop keeping your backside out of her reach at least a week ago now, so it can't be that.
"As much as I find it so cute how shy you get, I've gotta know what's brought this on?" She questions you when you come to see her later on. Your eyes search around the room again, settling anywhere but on her. You seem to squirm in place at the question, she can feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off your body like a warm blanket.
"Ah well, I just had a thought about... well..." she waits for you to finish finding the words, "how much you've seen given that you're my bed and all."
"I get it. It's super vulnerable right? But I'm not going to judge you considering you didn't know." You've unintetionally shared some of the most intimate moments a person can with her, so the sudden shift makes sense. "Is there something specific?" However, the way you fall silent when she asks makes her realise exactly what you were so flustered about. "I see. If it makes you feel better, I liked seeing that." You practically squeak at her words.
"Umm..." not even being able to find exactly what to say to her in that moment. Only spluttered words of what could make a sentence fly out of your mouth and she seizes the opportunity to press you further.
"I just wished I could have done more." She means it, if you weren't so skittish when it came to physical affection, she really would have pounced on you before now. "I mean it was really hard having to hear you get right where you need to and end up frustrated. I wanted to help you out so badly." Many a night she heard as your fingers failed to quite scratch the itch. You'd huff and roll over into bed, wet and wanting, deciding to simply go to sleep instead. Poor thing. She would have gladly helped, reach with her fingers the places yours couldn't. Taste you in a way that would have you crumbling into her.
"So you saw every time?" You manage to ask eventually. It's exactly as you feared. That she's seen you in more compromising positions then any other being that walked the Earth. You can't even think about how she's not the only one, you might pass out if you think too hard.
"I saw enough to know a sweet girl like you needs someone to help take care of your needs." Your breath hitches at her words. "And I'm more than willing." You seem to go through several internal monologues while standing in front of her before finally meeting her gaze.
"You don't have to do anything." You're starting to rub your palms together, only for your hands to end up encased in hers.
"Oh but I want to." Want is burning behind her eyes and the sight of it makes you quiver. "I'd rile myself just imagining getting the chance to show you a good time. And now the chance is here." She drops her voice nice and low. "Just say the word and I'll make it happen."
"Please," it sounds so pleasant coming from you, the little plea. Especially combined with that heated look you give her, mind racing at the thought of what she might do to you.
"What nice manners." She can't wait to hear more of them. "Lets get you out of those clothes and nice and comfy." She steps back to let you undress but her eyes don't leave your form. You feel ever so hesitant at first but eventually start peeling back the layers of clothes on your body. "You can leave those on, I'm more than happy to take them off you when you're nice and ready." She calls out when you're down to just your bra and panties. She closes the gap between you, pressing her lips to yours, when she pulls away you feel her look you up and down. "You're gorgeous, you know? I can't believe a pretty thing like you is alone in her bed all the time."
"I can't believe someone as pretty as you is my bed." Your reply makes her smile. She kisses you again.
"You're so sweet, it's making me want to eat you up." She leads you to bed, having you lie back into the nestle of pillows at the top, having your knees upright. "But we'll get to that part," she slots herself between your legs, littering kisses from your lips, down your jaw and then to the side of your neck. Her hands slide up your back to unclasp your bra with ease, giving her free access to continue her journey down to your chest. Her tongue slides against your left nipple, when you gasp at the sensation, she continues before sucking the nub just enough to make you whine. She moves onto the right to do the same thing, before going further down your body.
She ends up hovering above your naval. She gazes up at you, a pair of fingers pressing against your clothed entrance where a wet patch was starting to form against the fabric. The friction makes you moan. "So worked up and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet. Don't worry baby I've got you." She presses a kiss to your covered clit, making you squirm in place but she doesn't linger for long. Hands reaching to pull the fabric down, getting you to position your legs so she can pull them off and throw them somewhere else in the room.
She doesn't waste anymore time, before you know it her tongue drags along your folds, reaching up to the sensitive nub and circling around it. You cry her name out from the feeling, she continues to tease you on her tongue in slow motions until she hears your pleas for more. She latches her lips around your clit, causing you to cry out at the sudden suction. She follows up with a finger sliding itself inside your dripping entrance, shortly after she adds another.
She wonders what you were thinking about on those nights where you tried your best to chase a fraction of what you were feeling now. Was there someone who had caught your eye? Or were you simply worked up and needing release? The fact that you still tried even with the inevitable disappointment that left you needy and thighs absentmindedly rubbing together to create any friction was enough to have her imagining being your savior.
But experincing it now, hearing the moans fall from your lips as your body arches into her, while your walls clench against her fingers with each thrust and movement of her tongue, it was better than she dreamed. "Betty, I'm so close!" Especially the way her name sounds coming from your mouth, need clinging to every word. Will you think about her from now on in your fantasies? The thought of her racing in your thoughts the same way you do hers makes her all too aware of how wet she is.
"Let go for me gorgeous," she pulls back just voice the words to you. Before wrapping her mouth back around your clit. She curls her fingers to reach your sweet spot, something that makes your thighs shake and makes your body jerk. It isn't too long after that you're seeing stars and letting out a whimper as your orgasm washes over you. She pistons her fingers and gives you a few last licks, letting you ride out your high. She moves away to look up at your dazed expression. "Are you still with me up there?" You nod. "Glad to hear it." She waits for you to eventually come down. And when you do, offers to give you a demonstration of how she manages to cum against her own fingers. Delighted with how nicely you ask her to show you.
There's a LOT to take in with this new image (like the fact that I forgot how some character are canonically tiny) but one thing that stood out to me was...
New ship unlocked.
That's like three Rainey ships now I have. Maybe four if I include Tony in there.
AGAIN!! I DONT KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM!!! I blame the discord!!
Summary: Trans Eddie is on his period and Volt tries to help
Eddie is curled up in bed, Volt spooning him, glowing hands pressed against his pelvis to act as a heating pad. Volt refused to let him have any whiskey since he needs to focus on hydrating instead, but he just wants to numb out the pain.
It kills Volt, it really does. He hates to see his love hurting like this.
His slips one hand under Eddieās shirt and pulls him closer, seeing if skin-skin contact would make it better at all.
āVoltā¦ā
āYes, darling?ā
āWhat are you doing?ā He shifts to face bright eyes.
āI donāt know, honestly. I donāt know how to help.ā
āWell, you canāt. So get over it.ā
Volt tried not to look visibly hurt by the statement.
*Why is Eddie so angry?*
The pale man shifts once more, trying to see if he can find a more comfortable position for Eddie. However, when his knee brushes over Eddieās sex, he shivers.
āOh?ā
Eddie is beet red, āVolt..ā
He merely hums in response.
āDo you believe this might help?ā Slender fingers brush along his clothed cunt, and Eddie whines.
āVoltā¦ thatās gonna make a mess and I donāt-ā
āNonsense!ā
Volt leaves and comes back with a dark coloured towel, āsee,ā he sets it underneath Eddie, making sure heās comfortable, āeasy fix.ā
Heās red up to his ears my nowā¦ Heās not being serious, right?
āIf it will make you uncomfortable, I would not dream of doing it.ā
āI just- Iāve neverā¦ never tried it before.ā
āAh, I see. A little nervous, then?ā
Eddie nods.
āWe will explore it together then, hm?ā
ā-
He never would have thought it would feel this good. Any pain he was experiencing before is gone. Lost in favour of how deep Voltās cock is hitting, how it brushes that goey spot on his front wall, while he rubs his thumb against his clit.
Volt canāt complain either: Eddie looks so adorable squirming like this, red from blush and blood and it looks so pretty on him. His cock slipped in so easily into the wet warmth that is now making obscene squelches around his dick, the dark crimson webs clinging to him as he moves back and forth.
Itās dirty. Itās filthy. It feels so fucking good.
ā-
When Eddie cums around Voltās dick, heās met with kisses and praises, but he doesnāt stop, no no no.
He has to make sure Eddie forgets all about that horrible pain that is āgiftedā to him once a month. So, heās gonna fuck him until he canāt think about it.
Volt and Eddie x Reader x Betty (a little Barry x Reader and Dorian x Reader )
Gender not Specified but Reader has a uterus
Words: 2,000+
Notes: For my peeps who have terrible cramps during their period and just want to be held sometimes <3
You lean against the sink counter, one hand pressed against your lower abdomen. Barry stands off to the side, twirling a makeup brush nervously in his fingers.
"Darling, are you alright? You're looking a little... a little pale." He stammers, setting the makeup brush down and setting his hand on your shoulder. You wave him off slightly, reaching for the medicine cabinet.
"I'll be fine, I just..." You take a deep breath, managing to move in the wrong way that sends lightning down the tops of your thighs.
His hands quickly come to your shoulders, stabilizing you as you curl up on yourself. He quickly pulls out the bottle of ibuprofen, shaking one out. "Here, here. Tilt your head back." He says, gently placing the pill in your mouth before grabbing a small cup off the counter and filling it with water. He brings the cup up to your lips, his free hand under your chin.
You take a one gulp, followed by some smaller sips. Reaching up, you gently pull his hand away, careful not to spill any water. He takes your hands, guiding you out of the bathroom. Betty perks up as she sees you and Barry, quickly growing concerned as she sees your pain. She crawls over, immediately helping Barry guide you into bed. She quietly thanks Barry before pulling your heating pad out from the side drawer.
"Bad episode?" She questions softly before plugging in the heating pad and sliding it under the waistband of your shorts.
You nod softly, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes. "I think I caught it early enough so I should be fine in an hour or two."
She frowns, climbing into bed next to you. She grabs one of the smaller pillows on the bed and rests it over your stomach, resting her arm on it. It provides nice pressure on your stomach, causing your muscles to relax a bit.
You feel her curl up at your side, her forehead resting against your temple. You manage to relax a bit more as you feel her touch. "Thank you..," you whimper out softly as another wave of sharp pain shoots through your abdomen.
She softly shushes you as she brings her other hand up. You let out a sigh as her arm slides under your head, her fingers brushing through your hair. "Just relax... take a little nap.."
You glance over at the clock on the dresser, letting out a small sigh. "Wake me up around sundown? I promised Volt and Eddie I'd go visit them tonight.
She smiles and nods, pressing a kiss to your slightly damp forehead. "I will, you just rest.."
You close your eyes, wincing at the pain. She slides her arm off the pillow and slides her hand under your shirt. Her fingers provide soft pressure as she rubs your stomach. You press your ear to her chest, listening to her soft breathing. You focus on the warmth and comfort she provides, and eventually manage to shift your attention to her after ignoring your pain for a while.
You feel a little dazed as you slowly wake to the sound of her gently waking you up. Soft groans leave your throat as you nuzzle yourself against her chest. She giggles, peppering kisses across your face.
"Come on, sweet pea. You told me to wake you up so you can go visit your boys." She coos softly as her fingers brush across your face.
You slowly blink your eyes open, the pain of the cramps now a dull ache. She presses one last kiss on your nose, pulling the heating pad out of its place and gently rolling you over. "Get going now.. before I keep you here all to myself.
You slowly stand, stretching your muscles over your head. She reaches out and gently pats your butt, giggling as you let out a squeak.
"You're gonna get me in trouble." You say with a smile before leaning over and giving her a quick kiss. She smiles, waving you off.
"Don't keep me waiting, honey." She gets comfortable in the sheets, already counting down the minutes until you get to be in her arms again.
You run a hand through your hair to smooth out the bedhead as you walk over to the breaker box. Straightening the dateviators, you walk into the club while stifling a yawn.
"Livewire!" You hear footsteps coming from across the room. Your gaze lands on Volt right before he pulls you into a hug. You melt against his warmth, lazily wrapping your arms around his waist.
He presses a kiss to your head, guiding you over to the bar. Eddie sees the two of you, his eyes twinkling. "There they are..." he says gently as Volt sits you down.
"Apologies, love. But I need to go start the show, I'll catch you after." Volt ducks down, pressing a swift kiss against your lips.
Part of you is tempted to pull him back for a proper kiss, but he's quickly out of reach by the time you think about it. You look over at Eddie, eyes still holding a bit of drowsiness to them.
"Your usual?" He asks while drying a glass.
You shake your head, taking a deep breath.
He frowns, leaning against the counter a bit. He raises an eyebrow, and you already know he's questioning it.
"Took some painkillers, don't wanna mix them." You mumble softly, sitting up a bit to stretch the feeling in your stomach.
Eddie frowns, coming around the bar. He turns you around in your seat, hands on your hips. "You having a cramps episode?"
You nod, taking a deep breath. "It hit earlier. Barry gave me painkillers, and I took a nap with Betty..."
He rubs a hand over your stomach, providing a soft pressure that feels nice on your cramping muscles. He moves his hands down, massaging the tops of your thighs.
"You didn't have to come if you were hurting." He says, seeming to scold you gently.
You sigh, leaning back in the stool as he massages your muscles. "I know, I know... but I wanted to see my boys..."
He playfully rolls his eyes, pulling you off the bar stool. "Come on. Maybe the show will distract you a bit."
You flinch softly as a sharp pain shoots down your thigh when your foot comes into contact with the floor. Eddie's hands immediately hold your waist, holding you up. Bringing your arm up, you wrap it around his shoulders as he guides you over to your table.
Pulling the chair out, he helps you sit down, his eyes never leaving you. When you're settled, Eddie leans over and presses a lingering kiss against your temple. His hand rubs your back softly before stepping back and walking over to the bar.
The first few sets are great, the entertainment providing a good distraction from the pain in your abdomen. Then during Keys performance, the pain starts crawling up your abdomen again. You cringe, hands coming up to rub across your stomach. That only helped a minimal amount, the pain quickly increasing.
You bring your hand up to cover your mouth, the pain making your stomach churn. Trying to take deep breathes, you shift around in your seat, hoping to find a comfortable position. Its nearing the end of Keys set before the pain gets too bad, and you're constantly shifting around in your seat. You look over towards the bar, seeing Eddie distracted by others getting drinks. Volt is probably hidden behind the curtains, waiting to announce the next up on the mic.
There's a chance for you to sneak out unnoticed, and part of you is considering taking it. You don't want to worry them anymore by having them see you in pain. Quietly standing, you glance around and try to keep your head down as you walk out of the bar. Volt peaks out behind the curtain, his eyes immediately landing on your VIP seat. His smile falters as he sees it empty, glancing over at the bar. Eddie glances up to catch a glimpse of you, hesitating on the drink he's making when he sees your empty seat.
He catches Volt's gaze before seeing the door swing open. The both of them look over, catching a glimpse of you before the door swings closed.
You rush out of the bar, rushing over to your bedroom. You stumble a bit as lightening shoots down the tops of your thighs again. Your legs weak from the amount of pain you're in, your hands tingling from the pain. Betty sits up as she hears you walking closer, practically leaping off the bed when she sees your expression.
"Darling, are you in pain again?" She asks softly, guiding you over to bed. She lays you down, frowning as she sees you flinch when you accidentally stretch too much.
You bring your legs up, curling up a bit in the sheets as the pain attacks your stomach and your back. Betty turns your heating pad up to high, laying it across your stomach. You whine, feeling a bit more pain in your back.
She quietly shushes you, resting her hand on the heating pad. "I know your back hurts but you need to keep it on your stomach, love bug."
You mod softly, the pain making your clothes feel itchy. "Betty.." You mumble out softly, and she already knows what you want. She grabs a comfy pair of your shorts, crawling up to bed next to you. She pulls off your bottoms, her hand rubbing over your thighs. Her hands provide a nice pressure before she pulls away and pulls on your comfy shorts.
The shorts provide minimal comfort, still whimpering and groaning in pain. Betty strokes your head, looking down at you. "You can't take more pain killers for another while.." She whispers softly, knowing you're already overstimulated.
You nod, leaning into her touch. "Lay with me?"
She smiles and nods, curling around you as best she can. Her hands come down to your back, rubbing the aching muscles there. You try to relax against her, the pain only subsiding a little.
Your eyes fill with tears, the pain building to frustration. You sniffle softly, leading Betty to coo at you.
"Don't cry, love bugā¦ You know that'll only make things worse." She brushes away your tears, pressing her lips against your forehead.
Only minutes later does Dorian creak open. You don't move from your spot, your head still resting on Betty's chest. She looks up, Volt and Eddie standing in the doorway with worried looks on their faces.
She mumbles into your ear, her hand rubbing your head. "Your boys are here to see youā¦"
You slowly look over, your eyes red from holding back your tears.
The two of them melt a little at your soft eyes. "Livewire.." Volt says softly, the two of them walking further into the room. Eddie crawls up into bed behind you, Volt walking up behind Betty. Volt slides his arms under you and Betty, gently scooting the two of you further into the middle. Eddie curls his arm around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. Volt curls around Betty, his hand reaching over and rubbing comforting circles on your thigh.
"We got worried when you suddenly left, spark." Eddie mumbles, his lips brushing against the skin of your neck. You let out a soft noise, content with them here around you.
"Didn't wanna worry you guys by seeing me in pain.." You press further against Eddie, his warmth combating your aching lower back.
Volt smiles softly, his hand squeezing your hip. "We could've brought you back to bed if you were hurting, livewire."
You relax further in between them. Betty's hand rubs your head while holding you. Eddie pressed against your back, his hand rubbing over your stomach. Volt pressed against Betty's back, his hand rubbing across your hip and the tops of your thighs.
The small bundle of body heat provides a nice comfort aside from the pain in your body. Everyone is quiet, the soft sounds of breathing filling the room. Dorian quietly walks over, pulling closed the curtains. He leans over Eddie, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You smile up at him, your eyes drooping as the pain dulls. The boys pull the sheets over everyone and tuck you in. Eddie kisses your shoulder, Betty kisses over your eyes, Volt leans over and kisses the top of your head. The door quietly creaks closed, the rest of the house settling as the sun completely sets under the horizon.
The presence of everyone slowly lulls you to sleep. The other three eventually follow behind you, the four of you having some of the best sleep in a while.
(Brief warning for mentions of menstruation, reader is AFAB but is gender neutral in my usual second person style)
Im thinking that because there is a limited need for bodily functions, most objects (both male and female) would have no clue what a period is or how it works. One of the BIGGEST exceptions to this would 100% be Mateo. He's been wrapped around your curled form crying out in pain more times than he could count. He doesn't really get the why of it until it's explained to him, but he sure does understand how sad and irate and in pain it makes you, and that just breaks his heart.
The first time you have a period post-dateviators and AVOID cuddling with the blankets, for fear of getting blood on him or fear of judgement, or whatever it may be, would make him so sad and feel so helpless. Betty is a little unavoidable there, which forces you to come to terms with her, but Mateo technically isn't necessary to laying in bed.
So not only do you not have his support, but you are also shivering and curling into your heating pad for not just cramp relief but also warmth.
When you finally work up the courage and push enough shame away to talk to him again, you receive a gentle scolding that you notice sounds just a little like the way he talks to a misbehaving inanimals. It does come across as more worried and sad rather than angry or upset. That is immediately followed by tooth rotting amounts of reassurance about how much he wants to be with you when you're not feeling well, regardless of if he's in his blanket or personified form. All he wants to do is help. Just let him do that for you.
Guys if one more person says ā you only get to celebrate half the monthā b/c iām bi/ommi to me again this pride after having to endure that same thing during Black history month for being mixed, Im going to start stabbing
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