Give Me A Break!

W O W

I'm on my period so I keep thinking about how would Nerd!Noah take care of you when you're on your period. I mean he bought the whole pharmacy when you were sick so I can imagine a similar situation here as well.

And I feel like he'd be so anxious and scared not to annoy you or make you angry or overwhelmed. And probably would apologize like ten thousand times and ask for permission before doing ANYTHING (not that he doesn'tnormallydo it, but especially now) because he's the cutest person alive. 🥹

i'm so sorry for answering this so late🥺🤍

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Oh, our sweet boy trying to help as much as he can (I missed him so much)

Imagine a similar scenario, you call your manager in the morning, telling her that you’re taking a sick day.

But you learned from the last time and you know that Noah will show up with a cup of coffee by your desk any minute, so you text him a message “Hi Noah, I’m not feeling well today so I used my sick day. See you on Monday🤍"

Thankfully it’s Friday, so you know you can do nothing for the next three days. You told Noah that you’re not feeling well just because you know boys can have different reactions to talking about period. Not that you’d think Noah would be grossed out or something, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable in this early stage of dating.

Noah got the message just when he was making his way to the kitchen area, so just in time to not make a cup of coffee for you like the last time.

He was worried, you’re usually okay with going to work with a headache or cold.

“Do you need anything? I can stop by after work if you need anything.” he texts you back.

You don’t really need anything, but you really want something. Something sweet, or salty? Both? Cuddles and his hoodie?

Damn hormones, they’re yelling at you to tell him to come over after work.

“Maybe a little snack? I’m always up for a visit if you have the time.”

I’m always up for a visit? Who says that? Too late, you already sent the message.

Currently you were laying in your bed, your hair a mess and your tummy in pain.

Noah read your message and got confused, he thought you were feeling sick like the last time and he had a hard time making you eat the soup he made. And now you want a little snack?

“Oh I thought you were sick, I wanted to make you soup again. But of course, I’ll be at yours around 5:30 with a little snack.”

Damn hormones again, making you tear up at his message. Sweet sweet boy.

You felt a cramp and threw your phone somewhere in the sheets. You dragged yourself up from the unmade bed and went into your bathroom to start a warm bath to help yourself.

After you felt relieved enough and the water started getting cold you got out and decided to text Noah again.

“Make it a big snack maybe?”

“How sick are you exactly?”

“Period sick, so I need a period snack.” you decided to throw a joke in.

“What the hell is a period snack?” you laughed at his reply, glad that he didn’t seem to mind the period talk.

“Little bit of everything you can find.”

“Now I’m scared I’m gonna mess it up and make you angry. Or sad. Idk I haven’t met your period self yet.” he was trying to joke on purpose. Your period had to be bad to make you stay at home, so he hoped he could lift your mood with his texts for now.

Before you could reply, another text came through, “I’m gonna leave soon, is there anything else you need bug?”

“No, just a little snack and you. Thank you.”

“Hey baby.” Noah said and his face softened when he saw you behind the door. Your hair was a mess because you didn’t leave your bed the whole day, you were wearing mismatched clothes and you were frowning. During the wait for Noah the cramps got worse and you started to feel a little sick.

“Hi.” you replied and let him in. He immediately set the grocery bags on the floor and opened his arms for you. Finally inhaling his scent and feeling the warmth of his body, you relaxed a little.

“How are you?” he rocked you from side to side, his hands going up and down your back.

“Like someone's trying to tear out my ovaries.” you groaned into his chest.

“Oh bug, let me take care of you yeah?” he lifted your face and placed his lips on yours. You hummed against him with satisfaction, finally something that brought you comfort and not pain.

“Let’s go.” he pulled away and took your hand in one of his hands and the grocery bags in the other one.

When you reached your kitchen he started taking things out one by one and explaining the reason why bought it to you.

“I got ice cream and chocolate for a sweet snack, cream and vinegar chips for a salty snack and then some sour candy. I didn’t know what to get for dinner, but I figured we could order something?” he placed the items on your kitchen counter and looked at you for an answer.

“Sure, that sounds good to me.”

“Okay. Then I went to the pharmacy. I got painkillers in case you didn’t have any and then I asked the worker if she has any tips for what could make you feel better and she gave me these things.” his brows were furrowed as he was digging around in the paper bag.

“Here! This is some herbal tea that’s supposed to ease the pain and these are heat pads that you can put on your tummy or lower back to help with the pain. I read about those on the internet, but I wasn’t sure what to believe is true or not, so I didn’t ask for that straight away.”

“On the internet?”

“Yeah, did you think you told me you’re on your period and I’d come with one chocolate bar?” he looked offended that you would think that.

“I mean, I didn’t expect you to do research? But I should have known, you’re you.”

“I’m me?”

“Yep, you either know everything or do research to know everything.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.” you pat his back and gently push him away from the bag with snacks, digging around to find which one you’re going to start with.

“What’s this?” you see a small bouquet of tulips on the side of the bag and take them out.

“Shit I forgot, they’re for you.” Noah says with the sweetest smile ever.

“Oh.” you look at him, then at the tulips, then back at him and feel your eyes filling up with tears.

When Noah notices them, they’re already running down your cheeks.

“Oh bug, what’s wrong?” he’s scared he did or said something wrong, maybe you said you hate tulips and he forgot.

You pulled the tulips close to your chest and let out a small sob.

“I’m just, this is just, you’re-” you couldn’t finish the sentence because suddenly you needed to cry.

Noah’s arms wrapped around your body once again, holding you in place, giving you time to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry, I get emotional over everything when I’m on period.” you whisper when you stop crying. “Thank you, for the stuff and for coming over.”

“Of course. Do you want me to stay for the night?”

“Mhm.” you nodded your head yes against his chest.

Later after dinner you were back in your bed, sitting against the headboard and arguing with Noah about who’s going to choose who in the new episode of Love island. Both of you with a snack of your choice in hand.

Using your “Your shirt would help with the cramps.” line and puppy eyes got you being comfy in Noah’s shirt and pyjama shorts and Noah shirtless and his sweatpants he decided to leave at your place the last time he was there.

Just a minutes after Noah noticed how you changed your position every few seconds. From sitting against the headboard to laying on his chest to laying on your back.

“Is the pain worse again?” he softly asked, feeling helpless with no way to help you out of it.

“Yes. I don’t wanna take another pill, I guess I should just sleep through it.” you said and got under the blanket. Noah closed your laptop and got ready to sleep too.

“Oh wait, you can continue to watch, I don’t mind.”

“Baby I watch this just because of you.” Noah sounded surprised that you’d think he enjoys watching Love island.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” you smirked at him.

“I love it only when I watch it with you.” he booped your nose and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

You laid on your side, your back facing Noah and he slid behind you, pulling you closer to his chest. You always fall asleep like that.

“Oh my god this feels so good.” you almost moaned when you felt Noah’s warm chest on your back and when his hands wrapped around your waist. “Could you maybe just-” you didn’t finish the sentence and just put his hands lower on your tummy where the pain was the most intense. “Mhm, there.” you nodded to yourself and heard Noah chuckle behind you.

“That feel good? Am I not hurting you or something?”

“No, you’re warm and that helps.”

“Okay, glad I can help.”

“You already did Noah, thank you.” you squeezed his hands with your own and then placed them on top of his.

“Good night bug.”

“Good night Noah.”

You felt him kiss your neck so you turned around enough to kiss his nose, even in the dark you could see his face scrunch like it always does when you kiss his nose, making him ticklish and giggle before he nuzzles his face into your hair.

This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.

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daily fave folio 💕

From the bottom of my heart I just want life to get better. Im so tired.

Okay imagine you get your nipples pierced and show folio for the first time but he can't touch you yet because it hurts and it drives him crazy

But—but—but why can’t him just giving a little soothing lick or suck help ease the soreness? It would help, wouldn’t it? 🥺 Catch him giving you those puppy dog eyes, hands cradling your waist and side as he tries to nuzzle down against your chest. He just wants to help ease the ache… but don’t you dare let him—unless you’re ready for him not to let go, because once he gets one in his mouth and hears the sounds you’re making, he’s not stopping. Not even if it’s too sore for you.

Out of all of the Bad Omens members, Folio is definitely the most likely to be into knives and blood. He'd love watching your breath hitch in fear as he'd use the sharp tip of the knife to gently draw a line down your body. He would smirk as you fail to escape his touch, tied up and helpless. Oh how he'd love to choke you, one hand on your neck while the other held the knife against your lips. You'd try to grasp at his hands like you usually do, but you can't - immobile and at his mercy, all you can do is simply lie there and take his torment 💕

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lexi, hi!! we moved on too quickly from folio with red nails. think about him too much. what was that

hi bb! 💕 I may or may not need a reminder because 👀 I'm having little thots about the potential of this 🤭

Summary: While hanging out with you and your boyfriend, Jolly, Noah couldn’t resist the urge to keep his hands to himself.

CW: includes fingering (f receiver), kinda dubcon(?), cheating.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

It’s not usual for Noah to join you and your boyfriend, Jolly, when you’re both hanging out together. What is unusual, though, is the way he’s tucked himself beneath the covers with you, moving in close enough to rest his chin against your shoulder as you lie on your back. You don’t move the moment he settles in—afraid it might scare him off. It’s like being chosen by a cat, one usually too aloof for affection or human contact. You’ve been chosen, and you’re not about to ruin it.

Jolly sits with his back to you, completely absorbed in his video game. Every so often, Noah chimes in with a comment or suggestion. You’re not really interested in the game itself, but watching him—hearing his voice—has always been calming.

Then, beneath the covers, you feel Noah’s hand start to move. At first, it trails along your thigh, and you freeze, expecting him to pull away or even apologize. Instead, he keeps speaking to Jolly, completely ignoring you even as you glance at him—his hand steadily inching higher. Then it slips between your thighs, rubbing against the front of your jeans.

You should be pushing him away, should be telling him to stop, and yet all you can think is how much you regret wearing jeans today. There’s barely any friction where you want it most.

Somehow, Noah’s voice stays cool and smooth while your lips press together, your eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself to focus, to breathe.

When his fingers retreat, it isn’t to stop, it’s to undo the button of your jeans, sliding the zipper down just enough before slipping his hand inside. Still, he doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even look at you. Then his hand dips into your underwear, a long, slender finger stroking along your slit, teasing between your folds before pressing to your clit—rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

“You have to be careful with that part, Jolls. Take it slower… yeah, just like that,” Noah says aloud, directing Jolly, but in your mind, you’re screaming, because his words mirror his actions exactly.

Your eyes roll back, your teeth sink into your lower lip, and you force yourself to stay still. You don’t dare roll your hips, fearing any movement will give you away. Turning your head slightly, you press it half into the pillow and half against Noah’s. His head tilts just enough for him to catch your jaw between his teeth, a soft bite of acknowledgment, before another finger joins the first. Now two fingers circle your clit, steady and purposeful, building the pressure in your belly with every motion.

You reach for your phone, resting beside you on the bed, pulling up the notes app. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Noah watching. You pause, type, delete, then type again, before deleting it all, and shaking your head. What could you possibly say? That nothing has ever felt this good before?

Because honestly, the moment he sinks his fingers into your soaked cunt, that’s only the truth.

It takes everything in you not to make a sound. You arch your hips slightly, but the tightness of your jeans makes it hard to spread your thighs, turning the sensation sharper, more intense. His fingers feel impossibly deep, and yet he adjusts his angle, somehow fitting just right. His thumb finds your clit while his fingers stroke along your velvet walls, coaxing you to move with him, subtly rocking into the slow-building pleasure.

In your mind, you’re panicking, sure you’re taking too long, sure Jolly could turn around at any second and see how close Noah is, but the covers pulled up over you both, should hide most of what’s happening beneath.

Any worry fades the moment your climax begins to crest—a slow, pulsing release. Nothing explosive, given your position, but enough for pleasure to ripple through you, and yet, even as you start to come down, Noah doesn’t stop. He continues playing with your clit, feeling the rush of wetness that follows, then presses his fingers deeper, angling them to find that spongy, velvet-soft spot inside you.

Your body trembles with the aftershocks of your slow, quiet orgasm. You want to moan, want to whimper, but you bite back even the smallest sound, because Jolly, completely oblivious, is still too caught up in his game.

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