#I WILL LITERALLY USE IT FOR A HEATING PAD FOR MY CRAMPS OR FOR WARMTH IN THE WINTER

[sugar-omi]

At least since it's all online I won't have to deal with transport or anything like that

AND I'm getting a new computer since mine is on its last leg (it's like 10+ years old so it's not a surprise) and Dad already offered to pay for it so 😋

I can't wait to fill it with my games and 500+ mods 🥹

(and nooooooooo I had not thought about work/studies/creative balance yet fuck fuckity fuck)

yeahhhh! im taking online classes rn because you will NAWTTT GET ME OUT IN THIS SNOW. 😾❌❌❌❌

omg so real though... well, my computers all seem to last 5 years. THEY ALSO LOVE TO BREAK WHEN MY WARRANTY IS UP......

but i might be getting a new computer next month as well though?!?!?! SO YAY TO US!!!!!! my uncle is buying it for me for school but..... it's gonna be used for games. its a gaming computer. he knows that LMAO

listen its multipurpose!!!!!!! it works!!!!!

also same...... i didnt think about it until i was talking w my friend n i had a fucking revelation. i can barely balance school and creative- shit, even just daily life as it is right now. i know i'll only be working part time but im the kind of person to wake up at 10am and wait all day doing NOTHING even when my meetup is like 6pm........ n i know that even after work my ass is gonna be sitting there, empty and void tryna recover from my shift!!!!! i cannot live like this!!!!!!!!

although... okay, im taking 2 psychology classes right, n it's a lot to read so i work everyday BUT WEDNESDAYS. its the middle of the week, 3 days of straight work is tough. so i always take wednesdays totally off for myself

of course i dont do homework allllll day, shit, sometimes i dont even stick to my schedule n end up relaxing all day on tuesday. but it's just a good rule of thumb for me n allows me to not stress too much about having time for things n all that stuff because i know wednesday is my off day!!! i can do anything n its okay!!!!!!!

[syncaleb]

-> love&deepspace men when you’re on your period

xavier → the silent but devoted caretaker

• doesn’t say much, but he’s already stocked your favorite snacks and painkillers before you even realize you need them. he knows a thing or two about period, he also read that ginormous article written for hunters on their period which was posted publically. “you don’t have to push yourself too hard, little one.” he says as if he’s not requesting. as your mission partner, and mister lumiere :3 he will do anything and everything necessary and possible — that you get your much needed rest and you feel good. <3

• holds a heating pad against your stomach while you curl up against him, letting you steal his warmth. he would also make little bunnies and cute little animals from his evol, which jump around you and help distract you from the pain. he loves to kiss your forehead though, that’s his love language idc. he speaks ever so softly anyway, but during your period you can sense his softness multiply a tenfold.

• if you’re moody, he won’t take anything personally—he just strokes your hair and murmurs, “i know, love. it’s okay.” sometimes you feel bad at how cranky you get but xavier is nothing if not patient. he holds you through it, he would hug you gently, ask you if you’re craving anything . . . ugh he’s just the best boyfriend in the world (trust: source -> sol)

• massages your lower back with slow, firm circles, his touch grounding and steady. “just breathe, sweetheart. i’ve got you.” and he got you. with the way his skilled fingers massage your lower body, purring softly how he wishes you were never in pain… it elevates any discomfort instantly.

sylus → the playful distraction

• teases you at first—“aww, is my little demon suffering?”—but immediately shuts up when you glare at him. he smiles tenderly when he notices the shift in your eyes from the ever-so-defiant menace to a little kitten that needs his attention. he would scoop you up in his arms, carry you to his bedroom and play your favorite shows & musicals. he would hum the musical tones, knowing full well you pretend to hate his voice (when, in actuality you love it). :33

• literally lets you use him as a heating pad. his body is warm, and he’ll let you sprawl all over him if it helps. he’s daddy — which means he’s big. and he’s large & looming enough to be cuddled upto, to be someone you can use as your very own medium-soft mattress. his hands would tenderly massage your booty. his charismatic smirk would tease you with things like, “you know, i’ve heard orgasms help sweetie . . .” what a jerk /aff

• brings you the weirdest food combinations because “cravings are cravings,” and he wants to impress you. “pickles and chocolate? babe, i won’t judge.” what? you wanted to eat something sour earlier and now you demand sweets. he’s got both just in case his kitten’s mood fluctuates. ;)

• kisses your forehead every five minutes and dramatically says, “you’re so strong. so brave. a true warrior.” you roll your eyes at his antics, pretending his overboard affection doesn’t touch your heart. (it definitely does).

caleb → the overprotective pamperer

• wraps you in his hoodie before you can even complain about feeling cold. “there. now you smell like me and feel like me. better?” of course you do. when you got your first period, caleb was there with you. helping you through the cramps, holding you close and talking to you, telling you how sad he is that he can’t share your pain. “oh i know baby, come here.” he croons, letting you know that you can always, depend on him. (no matter what hat he’s wearing) :3

• refuses to let you lift a finger. he gets your water, your snacks, your blanket—everything. would get offended, and have his puppy dog eyes literally steal the thunder when you decide to do something by yourself if caleb is in the house. “pips, told ya to let me help. you’re not supposed to labour.” when you pout and whine, telling him not to treat you like a baby. he would pout harder! accept defeat or else!

• pulls you into his lap and strokes your thighs with his big, warm hands. “shh, i know. just let me take care of you, baby.” it’s so comforting but somehow ends up turning you on too. the way caleb holds you plush against him, his arm wrapping around you as he massages your thighs and your pelvis. “there there — i gotchu pips.”

• lowkey glares at your uterus like it personally offended him. “if i could fight it for you, i would.” you snort, drama king fr. “too bad the colonel can’t really give orders to my uterus.” you snicker, hugging him tightly and basking in his warmth. “too bad indeed.”

zayne → the doctor but also the boyfriend

• clinically speaking, he knows exactly how to help—hydration, light movement, proper nutrition—but he won’t push you if you just want to lay there like a gremlin. though he can’t help but be a little pushy. “i told you to stock up on your iron supplements to make sure you don’t have weakness during this time of the month.” / “a light walk is best suited—“ and when you throw a pillow at his face with a grumble, he knows to shut up. 🤫 (for now), with a tinge of mirth on his face.

• prepares the perfect cup of tea, adding just the right amount of honey. “this should help with the cramps, love.” he has matching mugs with you (he is so husband core), and would share the tea with you, doing a little clink with your matching mugs. “try it, it might not taste that good but it would surely help.”

• strokes your forehead and brushes your hair away, checking in with a soft, “how are you feeling now, darling?” when he comes back from the hospital, finding you curled up in a fetal position breaks his poor heart, he would sit next to you, press soft kisses and give you belly rubs. “what do you want to eat? i’d rather you eat anything. . .” he is sooo in with the junk food consumption shenanigans on your period hehe.

• lets you sleep on his chest while he reads, his steady breathing keeping you calm. he usually likes to read bed time stories to you, its yours and his favorite little ritual. but during your period, his voice is extra expressive. (which isn’t the norm.)

rafayel → the doting prince

• immediately cancels any plans so he can stay by your side. “nothing is more important than you right now.” even if its an art exhibition. thomas can cry and bang his head against the nearest wall — but rafayel isn’t budging. besides, who can control your fishie except you? ;)

• insists you rest while he does everything—cooking, running a warm bath, bringing you silk pillows, whatever you need. rafayel can be a little overbearing at times considering he is very attentive and attuned with his emotions. “rest.” the pouty look in his eyes as he forces you back to bed is to die for. you wonder how beautiful can someone look like that…

• whispers sweet praises into your ear. “my love, you endure so much. let me be your sanctuary.” please rafayel in love is a different breed altogether. he loves you so much you can see it from the way he behaves. you are made of glass. and when you gulp in that nasty tasting tablet for your cramps and aches, he hugs you and praises you like you’ve won the olympics gold medal.

• kisses the inside of your wrist, his voice like velvet. “just relax, my little goddess. let me spoil you.” he does spoil you but with insane amounts of money. calling in chefs from michellin star restaurants just so they can make your favorite food in an authentic way & his baby can eat -> hot, fresh food. “raf, you could just do takeouts-“ you pout softly, to which he chuckles. “nah, takeouts aren’t the same cutie.”

[bernardsbendystraws]

Synopsis: Matt and Chris bring you some much-needed relief on your period.

Warnings: SMUT & FLUFF, bloody lube iykwim, you're literally on your period, soft dom chris and matt. Doll!Reader x Chratt - don’t like, don’t read, go suck a brick

A/N: Currently on my period so I'm projecting. Deal with it bro.

With love and big tits, Rose

wc: 1900+

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“Sweetheart…” Matt coos, petting your hair out of your face as a stray tear falls from the corner of your eye and onto his chest. He hates to see you like this, so overwhelmed with emotions and pain. 

All three of you are curled up in Chris’s bed. You felt extra needy, and they definitely didn’t mind. The pair both hated seeing you feel so crappy, but the fact that you really just wanted them to comfort you… it made them proud how safe you felt with them. 

“Doll, you want the heating pad again?” Chris asks, his hand grazing lightly over your cramping stomach. 

You shake your head sadly. You didn’t want a heating pad, you just wanted the pain to stop. And so far nothing has helped. 

“It hurts.” The repetitive statement falls from your lips once more. Both boys sigh, exchanging a look of defeat. What else would even help? You’d taken medicine, you’d drank plenty of water, you tried the heating pad, and you even tried taking a bath. Nothing helped. It was all pointless. 

A specifically sharp cramp in your gut makes you whimper into Matt’s chest. He holds you closer, looking at Chris with a certain stare. “Hold on, let me see if I can figure something else out,” Chris says, leaning over to pick his phone off the nightstand. 

Matts kisses your forehead over and over again, whispering sweet condolences as he hugs you into his chest while Chris digs through the internet for a different solution to try. 

And he finds one. But - he’s just not sure. 

He sends the website to Matt, placing his phone down before patting on his lap. “Doll, c’mere,” he whispers, shooting Matt a glance to urge him to check his phone. The second you shift onto his lap, he starts to pet your hair behind your ear, frowning as he feels a thin layer of sweat coating your forehead. You’re really struggling. 

Matt reads through the article quickly, still making sure to pay attention to the important details. It made sense. Making you feel good would help with the pain, and at this point, they were desperate to see you with any sort of relief. 

Setting his phone back on the nightstand, Matt spoons you from behind. You shiver as you feel his lips gently start to kiss along your neck, hovering over your sweet spot as he nips lightly. Every sensation is amplified. You can’t help but let out a whine, your body contorting in search of more relief. 

“Do you want us to make you feel good, Doll?” Chris husks, biting on his lower lip as he watches your face relax with pleasure. 

But, you’re reluctant. You’ve never had period sex, it seemed inconvenient and hard to enjoy. 

“It might make you feel better,” Matt whispers, his hand crawling up the oversized shirt on your body, carefully cradling your sensitive breasts as he starts to grind his hips against you. 

“It’s gonna,” you shriek as Matt sucks on your sweet spot, a warmth spreading through your body as your hand travels up to his hair, “-gonna be too messy.” 

Chris moves your hair to keep your neck fully exposed for Matt, his tongue prodding through the corner of his lips as his eyes worship the sight of you in his lap, so blissed out. “Don’t worry about the mess. We just wanna make the pain go away - make you feel good. How does that sound?” he questions. 

As you open your mouth to respond, you feel Matt’s fingers graze over your nipples, your stomach dropping as you feel a familiar pressure start to ache between your thighs. 

“I.. okay,” you sigh hesitantly, your hand grasping harder into Matt’s hair as you feel his hips go rigid, grinding fully against you. 

You feel Matt begin to smile against your neck, his hand sneaking downwards from your belly button, grazing over the fabric of your panties. It feels so good - but, the anxiety you get feels awful. 

“Wait,” you announce, pulling Matt’s hand away by his wrist, “I…I don’t know about this.” Your voice wavers with uncertainty, an embarrassing pink warmth painting over your cheeks. 

Chris knows what’s wrong - even Matt does. 

“How about we let you do whatever you need to do first, we’ll get some towels and then we can come back and see how you feel?” Chris says, petting over your cheek with his thumb. 

The sigh of relief escaping your lips makes him smile. 

___

It had been a couple of minutes. Matt and Chris had laid multiple towels on the bed, fluffing the pillows while they waited for you to come out from the bathroom. Looking towards each other, they sigh. You just need… some encouragement. 

Chris walks over, softly knocking on the door. “Doll? Do you…can I come in?” 

Hesitantly, you turn the knob to let him in. Chris looks at your anxious expression, sighing as he runs his hands down your arms before grasping onto your hands. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t wanna. I just… there’s nothing to be scared of. A bit of blood is not gonna gross anyone out or make us feel differently about you, okay?” You nod. Chris leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek before pulling you out to the bedroom. 

Matt is sitting on the edge of the bed. He pats on the towel, helping you lay down. The oversized T-shirt is still covering you, but that’s it. 

“Can I kiss you? Is that okay?” Matt asks, looking at you for confirmation. 

As you nod, he lays himself to prop up on his elbow, cradling the side of your face as he places his lips on yours. The way he moves his tongue into your mouth drives you insane, your lips vibrating with a hum as you let him explore your mouth. 

Meanwhile, Chris is slowly grazing his hand up and down your thigh, moving his fingers inward inch by inch. He knows he needs to take it slow, be as gentle as possible, and make sure you feel comfortable at all times. This wasn’t about anyone but you. 

“Can we,” Matt pants against your neck, his hand fiddling with the hem of the shirt covering your body, “-can we get this off, sweetheart?” 

As you nod affirmatively, you sit up just enough to let them peel off the shirt. But, as you lay back down, you get more aware of how sticky your inner thighs have gotten, looking down to see a red crimson already covering the fabric below you.

Matt notices your gaze, his hand cupping the side of your face to bring your attention back to him, “Don’t worry about it, okay? It’s just towels.” 

His face furrows with confusion as you shake your head. “No, no,” you start off, wincing as you look towards both of them, the clothes still covering their bodies, “I don’t wanna get it on you guys, you love this shirt,” you point out. 

Before anyone can waste a breath, they both strip bare. It makes you smile as you watch Chris peel off his Pepsi boxers, throwing the prized possession across the room without a care.

“There, all better. Now can I make my girl feel good?” Chris asks, impatiently starting to part your thighs, his eyes bulging at the heavenly sight in front of him. You’re just so… drenched. He can’t hold himself back from thinking about what it must feel like to be inside of you right now. 

However, as his hands nearly prod into your folds, your legs snap shut. 

Chris leans his head against your knees. “You’re killin’ me,” he whines. 

Your panicked eyes shift over to Matt. He scoops his hand beneath your knee, spreading you back open before hovering his lips over yours. “It’s okay,” he says, pecking your lips sweetly.

You feel Chris’s fingers teasing along your inner thigh, slightly grazing over your folds as your mouth drops open with a gasp. 

As his fingers circle on your very sensitive clit, you gasp into Matt’s mouth as he starts to ravish you with hungry, open-mouthed kisses. He laughs as you squeeze onto his shoulder, momentarily stopping from returning the affection as Chris does sinful things between your legs. 

“It feels good, huh?” he purrs, petting your hair behind your ear as you nod vigorously. 

This is what you needed, this is what your body craved - pleasure. 

“More…more, please,” you moan. 

Matt is hypnotized from your fucked-out expression. He knows you’re sensitive, but fuck… it was a perfect sight. Looking down, he watches as Chris’s fingers sink into your heat, a loud squelch making his dick pulse. 

It sounds heavenly. 

“I… oh my,” you seethe, your nails digging into Matt’s bicep as your other hand clutches into the sheets. 

“Look at that…” Matt says, swallowing thickly as he lets his hand wrapped around your thigh shift, pulling your leg over his shoulder as his fingers wander to your swollen clit. He can feel your body shaking every time Chris plunges his fingers and curls them at the perfect spot inside of you. The overbearing thoughts plundering through his brain become more intense as lewd noises echo through the room. 

This is relief. Your stomach is building knots of pressure, a feeling of your heart dropping with each motion making your muscles tense up more and more. 

“I - I - ah,” you gasp, your head swinging back into the fluffy pillows as your hips flex upwards to chase more. 

“There we go,” Chris purrs, licking over his lips as he focuses on curling his fingers meticulously against the spongy part inside your walls, grinning as he feels you clench harder around his digits, the squelches becoming louder and louder as more red leaks from you. 

Matt is biting hard on his lower lip, his eyes tracing back and forth from your blissed expression to the sight between your legs. It’s all so pretty, it’s a sight he wants engraved in his mind. 

Your hips rock ruthlessly against their hands and the mattress. Desperate cries push through your lips as your legs quiver. You’re so close. 

“C’mon, let go. Being such a good girl,” Matt praises, breathless just from the sight as his finger continuously circles on your clit, “-just let it feel good, sweetheart. I… fuck,” he hisses, the piercing sting of your nails in his arm intensifying. 

A long, dragged moan escapes your mouth, your body becoming completely stiff as pleasure crashes onto you. 

“Thaatt’sss it, princess, you deserve to feel so good, just - just let it feel so good,” Matt husks, kissing on your temple as they both ride you through the high. 

As your body falls limp, Chris slowly pulls out his fingers, wincing as he hears you let out a whine. “-’m sorry, sorry,” he whispers, kissing on your knee while gently setting your legs comfortably back onto the bed.

“How do you feel about a shower? Gettin’ all cleaned up, hm?” Matt asks.

You nod lazily, hearing as Chris quickly runs off to the bathroom to wash off his hands and grab a warm, wet cloth. 

Chris whispers another apology as you flinch from the wet cloth. He wipes you off as gently as possible, mesmerized from how beautiful you look. “You’re so pretty like this,” he announces. 

Both boys laugh as they hear you groan. “Shut up. I look ill.” 

“Do you at least feel better?” Matt asks, smiling as you nod your head slowly, leaning into his chest, “-Good.” 

[andy-15-07]

Can you write a fic about Joel miller comforting a reader while she is having cramps? Or comforting Ellie on her period?

Blood, Chocolate and Joel

PAIRING: Joel Miller x reader

WORD COUNT: 928 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

The cabin is quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fireplace and the occasional groan from you or Ellie.

You’re curled up on the couch, a blanket over your lap and a lukewarm heating pad clutched to your stomach. Ellie’s stretched out on the rug in front of the fire, an open book beside her that she’s not reading. Every few minutes, she mutters something under her breath or lets out a dramatic sigh.

Joel steps into the room, holding two mugs.

“Alright, I brought tea,” he says, voice warm and calm. “Chamomile. Didn’t have the fancy stuff, but it’s supposed to help.”

He hands you one mug first, then bends down to give the other to Ellie.

“You’re an angel,” you whisper, taking a sip.

Ellie eyes her mug with suspicion. “What if I wanted coffee?”

Joel raises a brow. “You said your stomach was a mess. Coffee’ll make it worse.”

She narrows her eyes. “You been googling period stuff?”

Joel shrugs, a little too casually. “Maybe I asked Tommy’s wife a few questions.”

You smirk into your mug. “You’re sweet.”

Joel sits beside you on the couch and gently places his hand on your knee, rubbing small circles with his thumb. “You alright, baby?”

You shake your head. “Cramping like hell.”

Ellie groans from the floor. “We’re dying, Joel. Literally. This is what the end feels like.”

“You say that every time,” Joel mutters.

“Because it’s true every time.”

You smile weakly. “She’s not wrong.”

Joel runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how you both do this every month and survive.”

“We don’t,” Ellie says, rolling onto her back. “We suffer. In silence. Well, not so silent.”

“Clearly,” Joel says, and you elbow him lightly.

“You love us anyway.”

Joel leans over and kisses your temple. “I do.”

Ellie lets out another long, drawn-out sigh. “I want chocolate. And a heating pad that doesn’t suck. And maybe a new uterus.”

Joel stands. “I got chocolate. Found some at the trading post. Let me warm up another water bottle.”

Ellie lifts her head dramatically. “Joel Miller, you legend.”

He gives her a pointed look. “Don’t get too excited. It’s one of those fancy dark ones with the weird sea salt in it.”

You gasp. “I love those.”

“Yeah, I figured.” He disappears into the kitchen.

Ellie looks over at you. “You really hit the jackpot with him.”

“I know,” you sigh, smiling into your tea.

Joel returns a few minutes later with a warm water bottle wrapped in a soft towel and a slightly squished bar of dark chocolate.

“God bless,” Ellie says, taking both and sinking back onto the floor. “You should open a period care center or something.”

Joel laughs, settling back next to you and draping his arm over your shoulders. “Think I’ll stick to takin’ care of just the two of you.”

You lean into his side, grateful for his warmth, his steadiness.

“Y’know,” Ellie says through a mouthful of chocolate, “this would be way worse without you.”

Joel raises a brow. “That a compliment?”

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

You chuckle. “She means thank you.”

Joel squeezes your shoulder. “You’re welcome.”

You sigh softly, letting yourself relax into him. The cramping is still there, dull and persistent, but the comfort of Joel beside you makes it a little more bearable.

He shifts to look at you. “You need anything else? Blanket? Massage?”

You tilt your head. “Massage?”

He nods. “Tommy’s wife said that helps. Back rubs. Stomach rubs.”

You raise a brow. “You’re full of surprises.”

Joel shrugs again, but he’s blushing slightly. “Just wanna help, sweetheart.”

You stretch out a little and roll onto your side. “Alright then, cowboy. Have at it.”

He chuckles and moves behind you, gently resting his hands on your lower back. He starts to massage in slow, careful circles.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. “That’s incredible.”

Ellie looks over. “What the hell? I want one!”

Joel snorts. “You got the chocolate. Let her have the back rub.”

“I’m the child!” Ellie protests.

“You’re also not my girlfriend,” Joel says.

You burst out laughing and Joel grins at you.

“I mean, fair,” Ellie says. “Still rude.”

Joel shakes his head. “When your cramps get this bad, I’ll think about it.”

“They are this bad!”

He glances at you and leans down. “Should I be worried about offending a teenage girl with PMS?”

You murmur, “You should always be worried about that.”

Ellie throws a pillow at him, and it bounces off his shoulder.

Joel laughs, unbothered. “Y’all are tough as nails. Both of you.”

You melt into his touch. “Don’t stop.”

He presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

After a while, you feel the tension in your muscles easing, your breathing slowing. Ellie’s dozed off on the floor, the chocolate bar half-eaten beside her, the water bottle balanced on her stomach.

Joel’s fingers trace gentle patterns along your back.

“Better?” he asks.

You nod sleepily. “Much.”

He presses another kiss to your temple. “I hate seeing you like this.”

“It’s okay,” you whisper. “You make it easier.”

“I’d do anything for you. Both of you.”

You glance at him. “Even if that means buying pads and Midol in bulk?”

He smirks. “Already did.”

You snort. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I love you.”

Your smile softens. “I love you, too.”

The fire crackles, Ellie snores lightly, and Joel’s arms keep you grounded.

Even through the pain, you feel safe. Loved. Held.

And really, that’s all you need.

[borathae]

Moodbooster

"Your boyfriend always manages to lift your mood, even on your period."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: slice of Life!AU, established relationship!AU, Fluff

Warnings: OC is on her period rip to her ✊🏻😔, she has cramps but yoongi boongie is there to rescue her, he is the bestest and sweetest and cutest boyfie ever <3

Wordcount: 806

a/n: a drabble by me that is actual drabble length? 😱 yeah i can't believe it either lmaoo. also, i'm still on my period and i miss yoongi so that's why this was born. enjoy besties, i miss him so much 🖤

Yoongi knows that you aren’t feeling well today. He has a sense for it. When you are having a bad day, Yoongi gets a heavy lump in his stomach. Not because of fear that you would snap at him, but because he can sense your unease. And when he senses it, he has to do everything in his power to at least lessen it a little bit. 

You are locked up in one of the windowless sitting rooms because the summer sun can’t enter and therefore heat up the room. 

Yoongi knocks, listening for your very grumbly “come in” before entering. 

You are on the sofa in nothing but shorts, not bothering to cover your naked chest when he enters.

“Are you that hot?” he asks, brushing his eyes over your chest briefly.

You nod your head and groan. 

“I hate having my period in summer. It feels like actual torture.” 

“I hear you, princess”, Yoongi says, hurrying to you to sit next to you. 

“I already feel like I’m boiling on normal period days, but summer period days feel like literal hell. If I could peel off my skin to cool off, I would.” 

“This sucks a lot, my love.”

“Yeah and I sweat like a waterfall. I don’t know if my soaked pants are sweat or my pad leaking. Do you even know how nasty I smell?” 

“No, you don’t. You smell good.”

“Thanks but also urgh. I have a cramp to make it even worse. And I want to eat six tons of sugar, I’m going insane.”

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement and lifts his hand to hover it over your stomach.

“Can I?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Yoongi places his hand down as flat as possible, giving your cramping stomach warmth this way. He rubs the smallest circles, applying the perfect amount of pressure. 

“Wow, so warm”, you sigh happily, shivering from the touch.

“Does this help?”

“Yes, so much”, you gush, sounding a lot happier than before. You even speak in a softer voice. 

“Then I’ll do that for a while.”

“Yes, thankies. Wow Boongie, you have the perfect hands. They’re like warm water bottles but better.”

He smiles at you. He doesn’t mind when you complain and therefore use a harsher voice, but he has to admit that he prefers your happy voice. You get a sort of soft-spokeness about it and only really use it when he pampers you just right. It makes Yoongi feel really soft and cozy as well because the atmosphere, you and he create in these moments, is always very calming. Maybe that is why he loves pampering you so much. Or maybe he loves it because he loves to see you happy. 

You huff out air.

“Sorry for ranting.”

“Don’t apologise, princess. That’s what I’m here for. That and tummy rubs”, he says, giving your stomach a little rub.

You giggle. Yoongi soaks up the sound until it is burned into his memories. 

“I love your tummy rubs so much”, you say and shift a little, “I think they’re working too well though. I literally just felt it come out of me.”

“Wonderful”, Yoongi says, pulling a face of comradery disgust.

“I think I need to go change.”

“Alright. Do you still have enough? I can pop down to the store if you need more.”

You stop in the doorway, “really?” 

“Of course, princess.”

“And you…could get snacks too?”

“Anything you need.” 

“Even everything sweet ever?”

“Of course.”

You lower your eyes shyly, “then maybe I need more. The strongest ones and the ones for sleep. The really thick ones.”

Yoongi gets up, closing the distance to you.

“Understood”, he pecks your cheek, rubbing your tummy one last time, “text me if you think of anything else.”

“I will. Thank you so much, Boongie.”

“Anytime, love.”

Yoongi manages to go as far as one step out of the room before you pull him back by his hand. He turns with a fond and curious look in his pretty eyes.

“Yes, princess?”

You lean in for a kiss to his lips, eliciting a purr from him. He smiles, rubbing your lower back.

“That was nice”, he whispers.

“It’s a kiss full of love.”

“Mhm.” He pecks you. “I love you too, my princess.”

You step back, “okay, you can leave now. Sorry for keeping you.”

“Don’t apologise. You can always keep me if that’s how you do it”, he flirts, giving you a playful little grin before he turns to really leave.  

And while Yoongi leaves to fulfill your wishes, you waddle to the toilet to change. Seriously, if you didn’t have such an amazing boyfriend by your side, this period would suck. With him, it only sucks when he isn’t here. Once he is back from the store, you will give him the biggest smooch ever.

[bvrnesher]

Percy is the kind of boy that if he sees the amount of blood that comes out of you when you're on your period, he would say that you're having a hemorrhage and would say that you should go to the infirmary so that the children of Apollo can take a look at you... write something about it??? I'm on my period and Idk, I'm not very well

𝝑𓏲 — ¡! Silly Worries

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warnings: none ! just percy being a silly boyfriend in the sweetest way <3

ㅤ୨ৎ —˳ percy jackson ! reader

summary: period cramps are killing you, and, for your good—or bad—luck, all you can do is cuddle up with a Percy who makes silly comments.

"𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞..." 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗗, 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗨𝗣 tighter on Percy’s bed as another cramp tore through you, a miserable attempt to will the pain away.

Percy walked out of the bathroom at the sound of your suffering, brows furrowed, thumb jerking behind him, looking just as confused as he was concerned.

"Huh... Babe, you good?" he asked, stepping closer, a couple of extra blankets draped over his arm.

"Have mercy and kill me," you mumbled, pouting as he carefully spread the blankets over you. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing a hand to your forehead. He had no idea why—it just seemed like the logical thing to do.

You squinted up at him. "What are you doing?"

He gestured vaguely toward the bathroom. "The amount of blood I just saw in there is not normal," he said, staring at you like you were on the verge of passing out.

"How are you even alive?" he blurted, still in shock over the sight of your very full pad in the trash. "That—that can’t be normal. That’s like—worse than a stab wound." Because, of course, that was his only frame of reference.

"Are you bleeding out?" he pressed slightly.

You rolled your eyes. "Percy, I get my period every month. Do you know what that is? Do you? Because it’s kinda important to me that you do."

Percy scoffed. "Yeah, obviously, but—have you seen how much blood that is? How are you not dead?"

"Yes, Percy, I saw it," you muttered, shifting in search of a comfortable position.

Percy didn’t miss the way your face twisted in pain, the way soft little whimpers slipped out when you moved. His frown deepened. "I really think you should go to the infirmary," he said, completely serious.

You blinked at him. Was he for real right now?

After a few seconds of looking into those worried sea-green eyes, yeah. Yeah, he was for real.

"I don’t need Apollo’s kids poking me with needles and shoving ambrosia down my throat. I’m fine. I just need cuddles and maybe a heating pad," you grumbled, watching as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

"Your definition of ‘fine’ is literally writhing in pain on my bed?" he deadpanned. "Because I’m pretty sure if I lost that much blood, Chiron wouldn’t let me leave the infirmary."

You let out a slow breath, a mix of frustration and fondness bubbling in your chest. With a quiet huff, you scooted over and patted the empty space next to you.

"My definition of ‘fine’ is you in this bed with me, and us not moving all day," you said, raising a brow. "How about that?"

Percy didn’t even hesitate before climbing in next to you, pulling you against him, letting you bury your head in his chest as your hand slipped under his hoodie, curling around his waist. You slung a leg over his, and he immediately started running his fingers through your hair, slow and soothing.

He sighed, warm and content, holding you a little closer.

"Yeah," he murmured after a moment. "I like this plan better."

Despite the pain still twisting in your stomach, a small smile tugged at your lips. You nuzzled into his warmth, mumbling a quiet "I love you" against his skin. Percy melted, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

The two of you curled up under the blankets, tangled up in each other, Percy’s fingers gently combing through your hair.

"Though," he added suddenly, "I still think you should go to the infirmary."

That earned him a soft pinch.

"Shut up."

"Make me," he shot back, smirking.

xoxo, s.

[orimuraa]

𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍓 Just stay with me - OT7

(synopsis) ☕︎ enhypen when you’re on your period ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ

ot7 enhypen x fem!reader ☕︎ flufff, crack ☕︎ mentions of blood, kisses, petnames ☕︎ wc 904

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

"baby? i got you some medicine, chocolate, pads, and my hoodie," your boyfriend slowly emerged through your bedroom door holding a bag containing all the things you needed at that moment. it was that dreaded time of the month and you were in peak pain right now. so, heeseung being the bestest boyfriend he is, came bearing your period remedies. "thank you hee, you're a literal life saver," you mumbled, looking up to give him a thankful smile. heeseung knew you were in pain right now so he placed the bag next to your bed and hopped in beside you, knowing that you usually just opted for his cuddles as your remedy. "anything for my baby."

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

when jay came home, he was most definitely not expecting a human-sized burrito on the floor. to explain, you were on your period and had absolutely no motivation to get up. "princess? what are you doing on the floor?..." jay asked, slowly approaching the burrito. the sound of your voice made your ears perk up, slowly turning over to look at your lovely boyfriend. "cuddles?" you ask in a quiet voice, ignoring his previous question. how could jay say no to someone so cute, wrapped in a big and fluffy comforter, lying helplessly on the floor? anddd probably in immense pain? the answer is that he can't say no. "okay baby, let's get you to the bed, okay?"

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

jake came rushing through the door, 3 bags in his arms, frantically looking around your apartment. there you were, sitting at the counter, wrapped in a warm sweater (jake's) and sipping a warm mug of most likely tea. "sweets?? i'm here with your remedies!! pain killers, pads, and most importantly....kisses!!!" he smiled brightly, resembling a golden retriever. "aww jakey, thank you! i could really do with some cuddles and kisses," you chuckle, setting down your mug and walking over to jake. he set down the bags and opened his arms, inviting you into them for a warm, comforting embrace. you melted right in his arms, the warmth quickly soothing your cramps. "c'mon, let's go have a cuddle party!" jake giggled, kissing your forehead before taking you by the hand and leading you upstairs.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

"YOU'RE BLEEDING OUT??!?! I BROUGHT BAND-AIDS, BABY WHERE ARE YOU??" okay...maybe texting your boyfriend that you were bleeding out and felt like you were dying wasn't such a good idea...."hoonie- what? no- i'm fine..i'm just on my period.." you stated, looking at him with a concerned look on your face. "what- but- y-your text? so you're not on the brink of death???" sunghoon was so confused right now. "noo, i'm sorry i confused you. i'm just on my period," you laugh, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. "phew! i thought i was too late," sunghoon sighed, pulling you in by your waist and planting a chaste kiss against your lips. "band-aids? seriously hoon?" "hey!! it was in the heat of the moment!!!"

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

"baby? i'm here!!" sunoo announced, a bag in his hand and a nice warm drink in the other. "huh? oh hi sun sun! what's up?" you asked, obviously shocked by the surprise visit. "i saw on the tracker app that you got your period today so i brought goodies!" he exclaimed, showing off the items in his hands. "aww baby...stopp that's so sweet of you! thank you," you pouted, touched by his sweet actions. since sunoo had an older sister, he was used to these types of things and was always prepared for this time of month. "anything for my baby. i have no idea how you woman bleed for a whole week straight and still manage to breath," he states dramatically, setting down everything on the table in front of you. "plus, you're way more enjoyable to be around than my noona during period week!"

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

"jagi? i don't see the brand of pads you asked for. i don't know if they have it, i've look- oh! never mind they're right here!!" you were currently on a call with jungwon, trying to get him to buy the correct pads and it was....an inexperience. once he got home, he had a proud smile on his face, holding up the grocery bag triumphantly. "i have acquired them!!" he announces, walking over to where you are on the couch to show you. "after getting lost 100 times and ending up in the toy section," you tease, laughing at the thought. "hey! at least i got them and that's all that matters!" he huffs, pouting like a little kitty. "thank you wonnie. now come cuddle!"

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西�� 力

you here the sound of the front door close, meaning riki was back form his errands. you sat up in bed and waited for him to enter the bedroom. the door opened and in walks riki with a plastic grocery bag and a...chicken take-out bag?...what?? "little love! i got the pads with the wings you asked for!" he smiles proudly, taking off his hat and jacket. ohhh pads with wings..."ki, i meant pads that had wings on them, not chicken wings," you giggle, laughing at the box of chicken wings on your desk now. "ohh that makes more sense! well..now we have food!" he says cheekily, rubbing the back of his neck. "come here you goof!" you laugh, beckoning him over. he brings the chicken wings too, sitting down next to you and kissing the top of your head. "you're one strong soldier."

this was genuinely so fun to write and i kept laughing the whole time. if you enjoyed, please make sure to like and reblog! thank you!!

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[mangostarjam]

bedmates — kaiju no. 8, hoshina soshiro x f!reader x narumi gen, use of apricot as a nickname, reader is also referred to as "our girl" and "sweetheart" and "babe", established uhh something but gen and soshiro are still rivals, there was just one bed, suggestive, about 1k words

written for @peskyfirefly hehe HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAY BELOVED

"Move over," Narumi Gen grumbles, "you're squishing us!"

"Aw, but apricot likes bein' squished," Hoshina Soshiro says cheerfully. He shuffles in further and Gen grunts as the Vice Captain's foot meets his shin.

Your leg is cramping up. You try to wiggle it free, but Soshiro's leg pins you in place. "Why did the Defense Force think that sending you two on a mission together would be a good idea? And why am I paying the price?"

Gen's arm lands heavily around your waist. "Of course the Defense Force would send their strongest fighter to the scene," he says. "Don't know what Bowl Cut thinks he's doing, crashing our romantic getaway like this, but —"

"I just spent ten minutes washing kaiju pieces out of my hair," you interrupt.

"Super romantic," Soshiro nods, and out of the corner of your eye you spot a lopsided grin creeping up his face. "Captain Narumi's just mad I'm the one who caught ya when that kaiju grabbed you."

Gen scoffs, and his breaths blow strands of your hair into your face. You frown, but before you can reach up to fix it, Soshiro's hand appears in your line of vision. Gen knocks his hand away and the rough pads of his fingers skim your cheek. "Shut it, Bowl Cut. That's the only reason we're letting you stay with us tonight, y'know."

"Hm, really? But once we found out there was only one bed left open, our girl insisted that I join," Soshiro says. "Ya sure that's the only reason?"

It feels a little strange, listening to them bicker over you — literally over you, because with each man on either side and you in the middle, you're catching every exasperated huff and quiet snort. It isn't the first time you've been in a bed with one of them, but never at the same time. Both men seem to prefer pretending that you aren't seeing the other, though you've kept them both informed, and you know they can both be a little… vindictive about it.

Gen tips your chin towards him and you turn your head willingly, squinting in the curtained moonlight. His eyes gleam as he looks you over, his lips curling into a smirk. "Why don't we ask her?"

"I don't want to talk to you," you say immediately, trying to turn your head away. "Do you know how disgusting it is to have a kaiju explode over you?" Gen rolls his eyes and leans forward to kiss you.

You relax into the kiss with a sigh, lips parting automatically as his tongue swipes along the seam, sinking into the heat and warmth of him as his grip on your chin gets a little tighter. Gen kisses you hungrily, licking into your mouth with a groan, and you make a muffled noise of surprise when he nudges his hips into your side.

"Have you been hard this whole time?" you demand breathlessly, tipping your head back as he plants kisses along your jaw.

"My turn," Soshiro murmurs, knocking Gen's hand aside and rising up on an elbow to lean down and kiss you. He nips at your lip and you whimper, hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders. Both men insisted on keeping street clothes out of the bed, so they're both stripped down to their briefs, and even though it's nothing new, your heart races as if it's the first time you've ever seen them naked.

"So what's the deal, apricot?" Gen murmurs, fingers tracing idle patterns down your stomach. "Why're we sharing a bed tonight?"

Soshiro pulls back from kissing you senseless and nudges his thigh more firmly between yours. Gen takes advantage of the movement to dip his hand between your legs, caressing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "I did hear it's a pretty special day tomorrow," Soshiro says teasingly.

Your eyes flutter open and you catch the glint of sharp canines before Soshiro ducks down to suck a mark into the side of your neck that Gen's missed. "T-tomorrow?" you gasp. Heat radiates beneath your skin, making your brain go a little fuzzy as sparks of pleasure dance through you. "What's tomorrow?"

"Don't play dumb," Gen huffs.

"Ah, well, it's past midnight," Soshiro says, fingers trailing along your collarbone. You shiver. "So the special day's here now."

"You didn't really think we'd forget." Gen squeezes your inner thigh. You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly until he gets the hint and leans over to kiss you again. Your other hand grips Soshiro's firm bicep for dear life, every flex of muscle fanning the heat building in your core.

Soshiro laughs when your body jolts at the firm press of his thigh to your aching center, but he snickers even more when Gen pulls back from kissing you to swear at him. "Fuck off, Bowl Cut, gimme my hand back."

"Our girl looks like she's gettin' impatient, Captain," Soshiro says. You can't help but squirm under their hungry gazes. "Better hurry and make her cum. How many times would ya like, apricot? It's your birthday, so be selfish."

"You're both really okay with this?" you ask, chest heaving, heart racing. It was only a nebulous, passing idea — a secret, deep down fantasy — but when you heard there was only one bed available, you knew you had to take the chance.

Soshiro's gaze softens first, and he leans down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. "'Course, sweetheart. Anythin' ya want."

Gen kisses you next, rolling his eyes fondly when you blink at him in question. "I would've ordered him to take a train back to his base if I didn't want to do this. But it's for you, babe."

Both men share a look, and then they're on you again, covering you in kisses and marks and sending lightning zipping through you.

"Happy birthday, apricot."

[doki-doki-imagines]

Okay so I’m so in love with your fics (especially the mk ones) you don’t even know how much joy they bring me!

I’m in so much pain and I’m quite literally bleeding out, so that leaves me wondering, how would the mk1 men (specifically Liu Kang and Kui Liang, but you can add anyone) react if their lover was very emotionally and physically needy when their time of the month comes around. Like would Liu and Kui use their hands as a personal heating pad? Would they let go easy on me in training? And what would happen if I over exerted myself doing daily tasks, only to be left on the verge of crying? Would they let me be as close as I can to them at night because the warmth helps me with my horrific cramps?

ANYWAY, sorry this is a bit of word vomit, but I wanna see your thoughts on this! Also idc if its just sfw, or both sfw and nsfw. (Love your work!!)

author note: you are so cute!! Feel free to ramble whenever you want, I always chat with pleasure!🫡 It's bloody week for me too, so I understand more or less your pain. Hope you'll enjoy these as much as you enjoyed my previous works! I'm still a puddle from your kind words lol

Liu Kang: "How are you, dear?" It's a rethorical question, Liu Kang knows the answer, and he doesn't like it. He had to leave you early this morning to greet and train his trainees, kissing your forehead and caressing your pelvis with his warm hand, a temporary relief, before leaving your aching body. "I'm a bit better." Liu Kang can feel the pain in your voice and sighs. You are laying on the couch, dragon shaped hot-water bottle settled on your tummy. He kneels in front of you, shiny eyes looking straight into yours. "Do you want something to eat? Maybe soup?" His left hand caresses your cheek; you must have cried from pain since it is moist. "No, just your company is going to be enough before training." He stands up, already sitting next to you, arm encircling your shoulders, making your head rest on his necknook. "No training for you today-" His plush lips kiss your temple, one hand now resting where the hot-water bottle was, tattoos glowing in the dim light of the room "Just rest, dear one." You close your eyes, finally relaxed enough to rest in the arms of your lover.

Kuai Liang: He runs to your shared room, rumours of you passing at the training ground spreading like a virus, each person it goes by making the news more virulent. "I heard there was blood anywhere." "Maybe it's an hemorrhage." "I heard doctors were desperate." This is what arrived to Liang ears, now running, face beaded in sweat and pale, so pale you could see the veins on his face. "How are you?!" The door slams open, onyx strands of hair falling from his high bun. You look at him, tears staining your cheeks, laying on the bed in fetal position. Liang runs toward you, his hand immediately on your forehead, feeling your temperature. "I don't have a fever, Liang." Your voice is barely a whisper, pain clear in your voice, not calming your boyfriend at all. "I've been told that you passed out and that you were losing a lot of blood." Liang voice is hurried, eyes still scanning your face, searching for a potential hint of your condition. You let out a chuckle, now your hands caressing his rough cheeks. "Love, I'm just menstruating." Liang sighs, head falling down, even deeper in the palm of your hands. "I was so worried for you." His eyes finally more relaxed, a smile gracing his face, but it lasts just a second, a serious expression now taking its place. "How many times I told you to take it easy when you are like this." "Many mom, you are right, won't do it anymore." You half joke, sing-sanging as best as you can, cramps still making it hard for you to fully smile. Liang pinches your cheek, laying next to you, your back touching his front, hands on your pelvis, keeping you tight against him in a warm embrace. "Grandmaster, don't you have places to go?" You ask worried, but still making yourself more comfortable in his arms. "Grandmaster had enough stress for today, now it's recharge time." He replies, head in your necknook, eyes closed before giving a butterfly kiss to your neck. Yeah, recharge time doesn't sound bad right now.

[sturnioz]

it's my fourth day of period and I literally did not expected to have cramps. But im dying rn💔 also I have lil question cas so bad but im scared to ask😭💔

you can ask me anything, you dont have to be scared lol. its all good i promise.

im on my fourth day too ! take some medicine if you can, and if you've got one use a heating pad / hot water bottle or even take a warm bath. try and let the warmth relax you for a little bit

[devastatedloyallute]

Waiting On A Miracle -A Guitarspear fic, sequel to BTTWS Chapter 3

Summary: Adam believes he has a plan to give Lute the thing she wants, but can he pull it off? _____________

Read on [AO3] 💕 or under the cut! _____________

In the week after, that little taste of Hell followed Lute home in the form of her period. As periods were uncommon in Heaven, with only the exorcists being ones to get them when they arrived back from Hell, menstruation products were few and far between. Lute had brought this issue up to the Seraphim ages ago and requested these items to be available for their army of women, but they were still limited in quantity.

Lute laid on her side across the couch, debilitated by cramps. She had her arms clung to her stomach and felt that if she moved even an inch her whole body would tear apart. With a sharp inhale, she attempted to crack a joke, “You know, no matter how many times I go through this, ripping my arm off still hurt about a hundred times less.”

Abel nuzzled himself into the bend of her body and wrapped his arms around her, “Can I do anything, mama?”

“You’re already doing it,” she said with a slight wince from the movement. She pulled him close, finding his warmth comforting.

Adam pulled his robe on over his head and attempted to neaten out his messy hair, “So I guess I gotta go meet with Sera over something, you want me to bring you back anything while I’m out?”

“I think I’m alright, but surprise me if you want,” Lute said, muffled by Abel’s fluffy hair in her face.

“What about you, squirt?” Abel shook his head, content just to stay with Lute as her personal heating pad. “Alrighty, I’ll be back before you know it,” he kissed Lute’s head before he left.

Adam didn’t actually have a meeting with Sera today, he just needed to go for air and get his thoughts in order. It was him who was the reason they weren’t conceiving. How could that even be possible? Wasn’t that one of the big reasons he was created? To populate? And now he can’t even do that. Adam aggressively shook the thoughts from his head, but…Isn’t there something he can do?

As he walked through the promenade, he was catching the attention of passersby. Some stared with awe, others in confusion. He was convinced it was due to him forgoing his exorcist mask, but maybe it was because people were curious as to where he had been those six months he had spent in Hell as a sinner. And the last few months he’d spent mainly at home with Lute and Abel. Some even approached him cautiously, asking if it was really him. They hadn’t been told of his passing, nor of his return. It was treated as though it never happened. As if he just vanished for a while, which Adam was pleasantly content with.

He found himself outside of the hospital, gazing up at the tall building. His mind raced with thoughts, ‘I know Lute said not to but…what she doesn’t know won't hurt, right? I could just go in there, get those fertility pills. What are they gonna do? Say no?’

“No, we cannot give those to you,” said the pharmacist sternly, for the fourth time. “Listen, I don’t care who or what you are, you are not authorized to be prescribed this medication.”

Adam, growing impatient, dug his nails into the desk, “Why the hell not?! I’m literally the first man!” His wings puffed out making himself appear larger. Before this he had asked as politely as he knew how, and yet they still refused him. “If my gorgeous fucking angel of a wife want to have my fucking baby, she’s going to have my motherfucking baby!”

“Sir, if you do not leave, I will have you escorted off the premises.”

“Do it! Fucking try me, I will fucking rip you apart!” 

Adam was then promptly kicked out of the building for causing a scene and threatening harm to its staff. He wasn’t going to actually hurt anyone, just all big talk in hopes to get his way. That used to always work. He plopped himself onto a set of nearby stairs, resting his chin on his hand, to pout and ponder his next move. 

‘That didn’t work. But it’s not like I was doing it for selfish reasons. It’s for Lute so…bad for a good cause, right? Ugh…They’ll only give em to specific people, huh? Who do I know who would go along with thi– EMILY!’ Adam sprung to his feet, ‘Yeah! She’s a seraphim, so they’d have to do like she asks!’

He broke out into an almost sprint to find her before realizing, ‘Wait- Emily can’t keep a secret to save her life. Or, well…She did go behind Lute’s back and bring Abel to the hotel without her knowing. Maybe she can.’

Adam casually sauntered into the main lobby of the Seraphim’s office building, trying to act as if he wasn’t so worked up just moments ago. Emily was chatting with someone, but other than that she was alone. When her conversation was over Adam quietly waved her over, “Em, c’mere sec.”

“Uncle Adam! Hi!” the younger seraphim squealed as she hovered over to him. “What brings you here?”

Adam put his arm over her head and pulled her in to whisper at her, “I need you to do something for me.”

“Oh! Sure, whatcha need?” Emily asked in a hushed, sneaky manner. 

“You can keep a secret, right?”

Emily nodded with determination, “It’ll be really hard, but yes!”

“Good, good. Because you cannot tell anyone. At all,” Adam emphasised, to which Emily nodded enthusiastically. “And how about coming up with a compelling lie on the spot if you have to?”

Emily paused and shifted her gaze to the side, “Umm…”

“...Emily. Kid. Come on,” he pushed anxiously.

The girl brought her shoulders to her cheeks with a sheepish grin, “I can do my best?”

Adam stared intensely at her, not breaking eye contact, “...It’ll have to work. Okay, let’s go.”

“Go where?” Emily asked, blindly following him outside.

“Well it’s a secret so I can’t just explain it to you out in the open, idiot,” Adam hushed.

Emily nodded, “Right, right.”

They had gone somewhere close by to the hospital, but far enough away to not be noticed. A place where people usually weren’t. “Alright, reminder you can’t tell anyone,” Adam gestured with a finger to her face. After scanning to double check no one was around, he pulled Emily to the side to whisper to her, ���Lute wants to have a baby, but some bullshit is stopping us, so I need you to–”

“OHMYG- Oh my good golly gosh! Adam that’s-” was all Emily could excitedly sputter before Adam clapped a hand over her mouth.

“Holy fucking christ, shut up!” Adam held her as she resisted against him, “Fucking hell, what part of secret did you manage to forget that fast?!”

Emily pulled his fingers apart and away from her mouth, trying to catch her breath, “AH! I’m sorry! But that’s so exciting!!” Emily freed herself from his grasp and neatened herself. After a few short calming breaths she asked, “What did you need from me?”

Adam rubbed at his temple. Maybe asking Emily for help wasn’t the best idea, but she’s his last hope. “I need you to get me those “only for the heavenborn” fertility booster pill things,” he said with what seemed to be a hint of desperation.

“But if they’re only for heavenborn, why do you want them? If they’re for Lute, couldn’t she just come get them? She’s a heavenborn,” she tilted her head with confusion.

“Look, it's a long story that I’m not gonna get into. Either help me or forget this whole thing ever happened,”

Emily watched him as his expression changed from that of irritation morph into desperation. “Okay, I’ll help you. But can you tell me what your plan is? I need a little more explanation here.”

“Ughh, I hate having to explain shit. Long story short, turns out that human souls can’t have kids in the afterlife. Which, clearly the problem here is me. I’m hoping that if I take these magical pill things, it might allow me to…do the thing I gotta do, ya know?” Adam tried to explain without being overly in detail.

Emily brought her hand to her lips in thought, “Okay, I get where your head’s at but…Who’s to say this medication meant for heavenborn angels will have the effect you’re hoping for?”

“Worst case nothing happens, right?” Adam shrugged. “Besides, it’s not like I’ll be telling her. If nothing happens, nothing happens, life carries on as normal. She’s already upset about not getting preggo, so what would be the point in telling her something that might not be true?”

Emily grimaced grossly at him and sucked a breath through her teeth, “Oooh…Gee I dunno about that one. I think you might want to tell her?”

Adam fanned his hand dismissively, “Pssh, nah. It’ll be fiiine.” Seeing how Emily’s face hadn’t changed he set his hand on her shoulder, “I know it sounds bad but…You don’t know just how badly she wants this baby. So I don’t want to get her hopes up just to have them fall again, ya know?”

“Right, yeah…” Emily looked pensively down to her feet. She hated seeing her friend upset, like that time when right after Adam hadn’t returned from the extermination. That emotionless look in her eye…Was that what Lute was feeling now? She didn’t want her to be feeling that again. “Okay! Let’s do this!”

“Sweet! Alright so you go do that and we’ll meet back at the fountain, yeah? I’m gonna go pick some stuff up for Lute. She’s at home dying on the couch from her period so I’mma bring her some snacks and shit,” Adam said as he began to head off in the opposite direction.

“Wait huh? You’re not coming with me?” Emily asked frantically. “Also what? She’s dying? What the heck is a period??”

Adam stopped and looked over his shoulder, “You kidding me? They just kicked my ass outta there. Hell no I’m not going with you, they’ll know something’s up!” Turning to face her, “Oh right yeah, Earth women get them all the time. They sorta bleed from their crotch region for a few days, but my girls only get them when they come back from down below, though.”

“THAT’S WHAT THAT WAS?!?” Emily shrieked in horror. 

Adam recoiled from her screech, covering his ears. ‘Oh right, that was the first time she’d ever been down to Hell. Guess Lute never gave her the heads up.’

Emily entered the hospital’s main lobby and found her way over to the pharmacy desk. She had to remain calm, not let anyone know she was up to anything. She was just coming in on an errand. “Hello? Could I get some help please?”

“Good afternoon, Miss Seraphim, what brings you in here?” The angel at the desk asked.

“Hi there!” Emily chimed, “This is a little awkward for me but, could I get an order of the fertility medication?”

The angel at the desk narrowed their eyes at her skeptically. They did just have some lunatic human soul screaming at them only an hour ago, asking for the same thing. “For you? Pardon my straightforwardness, but you are trying to have a child? You’re but a child yourself.”

Emily’s eyes widened in shock, she pushed her hands out in front of her shaking them, “No, no! Silly me, they aren’t for me, they’re-” she flustered, her dark face hued golden from embarrassment. But she could still pull this off, quick on her feet she continued “-they’re for my sister. She’s actually super embarrassed to have to ask so she sent me to discreetly get them for her. You know how she is, she likes her privacy private! Hee-hee… but oops! Look at me, spilling it broadly…I guess I sort of ruined her little surprise!” Emily rubbed the back of her head nervously, “If we could get those for her and then please pretend you never saw me, that would be fantastic.”

The angel looked Emily up and down. She was clearly nervous, but this wasn’t something new. Being asked to get something sensitive, and then being accused of being the person taking it, would make anyone a bit uncomfortable. Explained the hesitancy also. The angel gave her a slight side eye as they filled out the prescription, “It will be ready for you shortly, second window.”

“Thank you so much,” Emily sang cheerfully. She had done it! She trotted over to a seat, pleased with herself. After a short while, her name was called and she approached the window, this time with a new angel at the window.

“Did you have any questions about the medication?” The nice angel asked.

“Um, yeah actually I do have one little question. It’s kind of random though,” Emily said quietly.

“I’m all ears, sweetie!”

“So um, just purely out of curiosity because I like to learn things, what would happen if a human soul were to take this medication?”

“Oh, it does the same as it normally would for angels. We just really try to deter winners from getting their hands on them. Deceased souls shouldn’t be able to create new souls, they had that chance on Earth. There’s only so much space after all. It’s extremely discouraged so we will usually straight up refuse them. But apparently there was a crazy winner in here earlier screaming his bloody head off and demanding them until security had to kick him out,” the angel shook their head, “Makes you wonder how some people made it into Heaven.”

Emily bit her cheek to stop herself from saying the first thing that came to mind, ‘Yup, that was my uncle. While true, he definitely did come off that way, it was all for Lute so that doesn’t make him bad, right?’ She shook the thought away.

“Anyway sweetie, were there any other questions you’re curious about?” The angel said, drawing Emily’s attention back.

“Nope! I think that’s the only one I was curious about! Thank you again!” Emily said with her typical cheery tone, enhanced by her success at duping the staff. She stuffed the medication package into her dress pocket before leaving to find Adam outside.

Emily ran up to Adam who was swirling his finger around in the fountain out of boredom. With a gigantic smile across her face, her hands behind her back, she rocked back and forth on her heels, “Guess what~”

Adam quickly drew his attention away from the water, feeling his heart begin to pound in his chest. Had she done it? Was this his chance?

Emily pulled the small package from behind her and giddily shook it at him, “And! And! Even better~” Adam’s ears perked at her lifted tone. “It will work!! You two will be able to-” She covered her mouth as she looked around at the sparsely scattered people around them. “-you will be able to have your baby!!” Emily whispered to him, trying so hard to contain her excitement. “Oooh it’s going to be so hard to keep this to myself!!”

“Heh, well you better! We don’t need anyone learning about this. At least until it’s too late and there’s nothing they can do about it,” Adam grinned ear to ear. He pat Emily’s head before pulling her into a hug, “You did good, kid. How’d you pull that off anyway?”

Emily sheepishly smiled and itched her nose, “Well, I may have told a little lie…And said they were for my sister.”

Adam blinked at her, completely dumbfounded. “Holy shit. I didn’t think you had that in you, great fucking job!” Adam slapped her on the back in congratulations, “What do you want as payment?”

Emily shook her head, “Nope, you just make sure I get to meet a new family member!” Her smile faded for a moment, “So, you’re still not going to tell her?”

“Nah. Mainly because I’ll get an ear full if she learns I did the thing she said not to do,” He said with a chuckle.

Adam arrived back home to find Lute looking better than when he left. She wasn’t crouched over herself and was instead sitting up right as she read a book. “Hey babe, I brought you some snacks, and-” Adam reached into the bag containing the snacks he had got and pulled out a large lobster plush, “This menstruation crustacean! It’s a heating pad disguised as a stuffed animal! Ain’t that fucking neat?” 

Lute looked at the plush he had thrust into her view, “That is quite humorous.” Adam dropped it onto her stomach, “Woah, that’s heavier than I expected.” She set her book down and picked the toy up, “It is cute. Thank you, honey.”

“Course! But yeah, have at those snacks,” Adam said proudly before heading to their bedroom, the package from the pharmacy tucked beneath his wing out of sight.

Sitting on the end of their bed, Adam opened the package and looked at the case of pills, ‘Oookay…How the hell do these work? Isn’t there like an instruction manual or something?’ He tipped the box upside down and a folded up piece of paper fell out. He noisily unfolded the paper that was folded over about a million times, and paragraphs upon paragraphs of words met his eyes, ‘Woo…That’s a lot of words. Too bad I’m not gonna read 'em. This should be pretty straight forward, just take one of these a day, right?’ _________________________________________

Yes, this magical medication is essentially reverse birth control pills 🤣 No artwork with this one sadly, I didn't have a big standout moment that really called to me to make a piece for 💔 but I love this chapter regardless, a break from the heartache 💕

[sttoru]

I do have discord!! q(≧▽≦q) also anya, do you know how to stop period cramps?? I've been having them since morning💔

ooo can u priv dm me the username so i can add u :3 (if u r okay with that!) && i’m probably late as hell, but im sorry u have to deal with period cramps :<

my advice (also for in the future, if your cramps have already stopped):

abdominal heating pad. literally a life changer. grab yourself an abdominal heating pad, fill it with boiling water and place it or hug it to your stomach. the burning sensation will replace the cramps and it will bring you relief. if you don’t have an abdominal heating pad, you can also get a glass bottle (medium - large one) and fill it with boiling water: BUT LOOK OUT!!!!!!!!! if you choose a glass bottle, make sure to put some cold water first and add liittle by liiiitle of the boiling water so the glass doesn’t randomly break due to its sudden rising temperatures.

you can literally use anything that emanates heat or warmth! though make sure it isn’t like burning your skin. like for the glass bottle: place a towel around it before putting it directly on your stomach to avoid burns. but, i personally like to burn mysef and risk getting scars or burns because the pain is too much sometimes 😭 (i’ve never had any wounds from it so im safe for now)

ginger tea. i know for some it’s digusting (for me too, i literally almost puke whenever i even smell it) but it’s really good for your stomach. even for period pain. also for if you’re nauseous.

stay hydrated! reeaaaally important. especially on your period. my best advice is to add some lemon to your water and drink that. it may ease your cramps after a bit. it’s also good to do that on an empty stomach (also outside of your period)

pain killers. simple, but they do help in some cases. and i noticed that they only really help if you take them on time — and that is when you feel the first cramps (those mild ones). that’s when i’m like ‘shit, im gonna get my period,’ so i rush to take the pain killers that help me most. i can’t really recommend one, because everyone has a different type one that their body reacts well to. BUT, if you don’t want to resort to medicine — i recommend trying the things stated above.

there’s also specific acupressure points in your ear that you can try massaging for 3-5 minutes. i heard it helps for some, for others it doesn’t. you can do it with a pen or pencil if you don’t have that special stick for it or something (she explains in the tiktok).

and of course, look for advice on the internet & try them & see what works best for you! i hope your period cramps lessen and go away soon angel t_t

[rebelfell]

steve harrington x fem!reader

So periods are bullshit. That’s the gist of why this exists.

It is also bullshit that I haven’t been issued a personal Steve Harrington for this exact, explicit purpose.

cw: painful period, use of a vibrator, piv sex (unspecified bc)

18+, MDNI┃2.4k

Steve’s eyes blinked open slowly, reluctantly being drawn from sleep at the sound of muffled grunts and groans coming from behind him. The clock on his nightstand showed an abhorrent hour in glowing red numbers as he rolled over in bed and reached out to feel the warmth of your body beside his. The streetlight coming through the slats in your blinds illuminated your edges, showing the shape of you facing away, curled in on yourself and clutching your abdomen.

He pressed himself flush against your back, knees finding a home in the curve of your own, slotting against you perfectly and gently rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“Bad?” he murmured, the sound of his voice still deep and rumbling with sleep. 

All you could do was grunt.

Shit.

He’d known it was coming since that afternoon at the grocery store when your mild expression had begun to sink into a sullen frown, wincing and pinching your eyes shut every few minutes. The cramps had barely started then, but seemed to have reached their maximum potential.

He reached down and pressed his hand against your lower belly, in the same spot you always laid your heating pad. Warm and broad and strong, the pressure of his touch provided enough relief for you to exhale a stilted breath. Enough for you to push out an answer.

“M’sorry I woke you,” you whispered, voice close to breaking.

“You didn’t, honey,” he assured with words as warm and solid as his body. “I wish you had. How can I help? Do you need anything?”

“Think you can do a quick hysterectomy?” you joked as best you could in your fragile state.

A soft puff of air danced across your cheek as Steve chuckled and gave your neck a kiss.

“Damn, I left my scalpel in my other PJs.”

“Rats,” you chuckled back weakly.

He nestled in closer, pressing his hand down a little firmer as he moved it in a soothing circle. You rolled onto your back, your nose and lips skimming his temple, his stray hairs tickling.

“Anything else?” he murmured. “Do you, um…do you want help?”

He tries not to sound too eager when he asks. 

It’s not the first time he’s offered assistance of this sort, and he never wants you to think he’s just using your pain as an excuse to fool around. But ever since you told him how orgasms helped with the cramps, he’d been more than willing to offer a helping hand.

Among other appendages.

“Yeah,” you replied after a long pause. “But I…I don’t think I can take anything in me.”

You looked down when you said it, unable to hold his gaze even in the dark. Normally, having Steve inside of you—literally any part of him—was a level of bliss you could hardly describe.

But something about this phase in particular sometimes made it too difficult.

After the lawlessness of ovulation when you were practically trying to mount him every hour on the hour, your body became much more discerning. The cramps made you achy, made it harder for you to enjoy anything besides purely external stimulation. And even that was tricky—your clit becoming stubborn and reluctant, only able to be coaxed out with the utmost delicacy.

You never felt sexy when you got like this. How could you when one of your organs was literally turning against you? Making you absolutely miserable just for not getting knocked up?

Getting off was more a means to an end, seeking pain relief rather than actual pleasure.

“That’s fine,” Steve whispered, nose brushing softly along the apple of your cheek. “I just want you to feel better. Whatever you like, yeah?”

“I like that,” you told him with a soft moan, tipping your head back as he rubbed his hand back and forth across your lower stomach.

“Yeah?” he hummed in your ear. “That helping?”

“Mmhmm…”

“I can get rid of these for at least nine months, you know,” he teased lowly, “Just say the word.”

You tried to groan at him, but it dissolved into a breathy sigh as his hand dipped lower, pressing down on your mound and massaging. You felt his nose nudging at your chin, bumping it to get your attention until you opened your eyes to meet his.

They were still hooded, half-lidded with sleep. It gave him a sultry kind of gaze, one that made your heartbeat quicken and a gasp rattle in your chest. His lips met yours in a languid kiss, slow yet eager, deep yet soft, his fingers now tracing over your quivering belly like he was trying to confuse your nerve endings. The kiss grew deeper, messier, needier, and his fingertips continued their journey upwards, barely skimming your skin until you shivered.

You whined into his mouth, arching your back into him, asking for just a little more, but his touch remained feather light and delicate. The pads of his fingers flicked over your nipples, guessing correctly that your chest would be too tender for anything more intense.

They pebbled under his touch, stiffening behind the sheer nylon mesh of your bralette. 

Steve groaned. His lips broke from yours, kissing down your neck, murmuring sweet whispers to your jugular you couldn’t quite make out. He kissed tentatively but persistently along the curves of your breast until his mouth found the hardened nub of your nipple. He laved his hot tongue over it, letting his warm spit coat it until he pulled away to do the same to the other one.

The shock of the cool air being pushed down from the ceiling fan overhead hitting your wet, stiff peaks has you gasping, the feeling oddly soothing as Steve slid down your underwear.

He dipped a finger into your center, swiping it through your slick folds, still not putting an ounce of pressure on your sex, just letting his digits glide at a leisurely pace. He could already see the effects of his attentions, the pinch between your brows disappearing, the corners of your mouth no longer turned downward. You let your eyes flutter closed, let your head sink fully into the pillow as you breathed steadily…in…and out…in…and out…

They stayed shut even as his gentle stroking ceased and he curled his hand around your own, lifting it to his lips. Your eyes opened just in time to see him kissing the soft pads of your fingers, slowly taking them into his mouth and swirling his tongue to coat them in spit. You then watched, practically hypnotized as he guided your hand down between your legs.

“Hold my place for me, honey. I’ll be right back.”

He slid open the top drawer of your nightstand so smoothly, you barely registered what he was doing until after he had produced your bullet and a bottle of lube from inside. Your own fingers continued his lazy slide through your folds, finding a pace and rhythm you liked while Steve absconded to the bathroom to clean your toy.

It takes him only a minute or so before he’s sliding back up next to you, the heat coming off his body preceding his return as he fondled the toy.

He clicks it on and touches it to the back of your neck, the vibrations rippling along your hairline. The pace of your own fingers holds steady as he draws it further down your body, running it over a few select hotspots he’s done more than enough research to know the exact locations of.

You worry your bottom lip with your teeth as he traces the outer curve of your breast, down to your rib—still light, but hard enough not to tickle. It’s almost like he’s sketching you with a piece of charcoal, following the graceful lines of your waist to your stomach. His breathing gets harder the closer he draws to your core until you withdraw your fingers and he replaces them.

“How’s that?” he husked, his lips at your ear now, his warm breath cascading down your neck. “S’good? Not too much?”

“N-no,” you gasped, all shuddery and nervous all of a sudden. Steve always had that effect, but especially when he was studying you so intently, so zeroed in on your experience. 

“Relax, honey. Just focus on me, yeah? You’re so pretty. My pretty girl making the prettiest sounds. I don’t know what I did to deserve you…”

“Steve—”

“S’true, baby, I think about it all the time. Y’know how many things had to go right? How lucky I had to get for you to end up being mine?”

He’s too good at this, all the lovey dovey shit that makes your head spin as you go back and forth between wanting to believe him wholeheartedly and your innate distrust. Not of him, but just of anything that chipped at your walls, that chinked in your armor—that made you want it like air.

But you let yourself feel it, let yourself get swept up in his sweet words that drown out the quiet buzz of the toy between your legs. He kept it on the lowest setting, knowing that anything higher would be too much, and he let it glide slowly through your folds, spreading out the lube and letting the vibrations tickle your lips before he even thought about bringing it to your clit.

“You’re so perfect,” he moaned, almost whining like he’s the one who needed more as your hips started to subtly thrust. “Do you know how crazy you make me?”

You can’t answer him, too overwhelmed by the pressure steadily mounting in your core, the hot flames of your arousal being stoked and fanned by his words.

“...just want you to feel good…”

His voice drifts in and out, your ears catching bits and pieces as your pulse thunders in them, rapidly approaching the precipice you can see you’re so close to it now.

“Will you come for me, honey?” he begged. “Come for me, I know you can—”

Your hand wraps around his wrist to hold him still, the nub of the toy pressing perfectly to your clit and the pressure tipping you soundly over the edge. A shuddering moan leaves your lips, your chest heaving with it, tears stinging in your eyes and leaking out the sides.

He slams his lips to yours, the most force he’s shown all night, swallowing the sound of your orgasm like it sustains him. Like it’s his favorite dessert. His lips vibrate back with a moan of his own until you relax your iron grip on his wrist. He pulls away just long enough to click off the toy and then swiftly returns to your kiss. It makes you keen into him, back arching off the bed.

”God, Steve…please,” you whimpered, pawing at the waistband of his pajama pants.

“What, honey? You want another? Anything you want, it’s yours—”

He brought the bullet back to your clit, but you batted it away. “No, no—need you.”

Your hand curled around his length, cupping him through plaid flannel to feel just how hard he had gotten pressed up against your hip. A low groan burst out and you thought for a second he might have come just from that. But he still twitched in your hand in response, gasping as he pushed his face close to yours, cradling your jaw as your sweaty foreheads touched.

“Honey, are…are you sure? I thought you said—”

“I can take it, I swear,” you whispered. “I need it, I have to feel you.”

It’s like night and day, the difference in the way your body reacts to him, and there’s no doubt in your mind what you want now. You can almost feel how things inside of you have shifted, how your organs have rearranged to take him in like it’s the only thing they were meant to do.

Steve let the bullet drop to the floor and he rolled on top of you, his bottoms and boxers shoved to the middle of his thighs. The short, thick hair on them rubs your own as your legs spread wide to accommodate his body, legs kicking up to hitch over his hips and ankles locking behind him.

There’s no pain, not so much as a pinch as he slides inside you and buries himself to the hilt. The slippery mess between your legs envelops him completely, walls fluttering and squeezing him so tight it makes Steve’s breath come out in halting gasps—grunting as he presses his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Panting like he’s never felt anything so good.

His musk fills your nose—that smell that’s more than just his gourmand cologne or his woodsy body wash or the light, fresh florals of his styling products. It’s the smell of his skin and his hair and his sweat all coming together at once.

Something that’s pure…Steve.

“God, you…feel so…fucking…good,” he groans into the pillow, his words coming out stilted as he starts to thrust at a slow and even pace. You can feel his muscles quivering under your hands with all the effort it’s taking him to hold himself back.

“Faster, Steve,” you plead, clutching at the planes of his back, “I know you want to, please—”

“Fuck—nothing feels like you, honey. Nothing, nothing, nothing…s’the best thing in the world, swear to god—”

He’s still holding back, still reluctant to fully thrust and pound in you the way you know—the way you can feel—he wants to. Your hands slide up to his neck, tangling in his tousled locks.

“Fuck me, Steve,” you whine, gripping tight to the hair at the back of his head, pulling it. “I want you to fuck me until you cum, fuck me full of you.”

“Jesus Christ, baby, you can’t just say that—”

He’s letting go now, his hesitation crumbling as his hips start to snap at a brutal pace. His gasps and moans mix with your high-pitched cries and the lewd slaps of skin on skin, the soft creaks of mattress springs, the bedframe thump-thump- thumping relentlessly against the wall.

You love the way he takes you like you’re the one thing in the world that matters; love the feeling of making him feel good, of taking care of him the way only you can—the way only you get to. 

It’s the same way he feels about you.

Ty for reading. Love you, mean it ��

[acherontiarchivist]

Ok so… Gabriel May telling the reader sweet(or dirty <3) nothings while she gets through some period cramps. Bc if Gabriel comforted me in his voice I’d probably just melt 😩

Anon your MIND. I've been obsessing about this all through work the last few days. Literally struggling through bad cramps myself and now I can't stop thinking about synching cycles with him fjabskzksns 🤭

Gabriel May comforting the reader through menstrual cramps under the cut 💜💜💜

Content: menstruation, reader uses female gendered pronouns (as requested), possessiveness (if you squint), dirty talk, voice kink, IMPLIED NSFW 🔞

🚫MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🚫

You don't much mind the harder days anymore. Sure, the pain is unpleasant as always–debilitating at worst, inconvenient at best– but now you have your loving partner to help you through it! And boy, does he make you feel pampered.

Currently, he has you reclined on the couch, propped up by pillows and tucked tight into your favorite blanket, heating pad radiating a relieving warmth. He refuses to let you do any housework, or even get your own glass of water; instead, waiting on your every need himself. About every hour or so he'll stop whatever chore he's working on to check on you; refill your glass, bring you snacks, make sure your heating pad isn't too hot.

Once again, he enters the living room and lightly pets your cheek with the back of his fingers, "How… are you feeling?... Are you comfortable?" You are as cozy as can be, even your favorite candle flickers on the table, emitting a warm floral aroma, he has seen to your every request without hesitation, though… there is one more thing he could do for you.

"Anything you need… I will provide for you… my dearest."

His voice projects softly through your earbuds, though he still kneels by your place on the couch and leans in to brush hair out of your face.

"Come lay with me," a barely audible whisper, but he complies nonetheless.

"Of course," carefully, he wedges himself between you and the couch cushions, laying one leg between yours and resting his head on your shoulder.

His breath tickles your skin and causes your face to flush; you dare not move in fear of him shifting too far away.

"How does this feel… I'm not putting… too much weight on you… am I?"

"Not at all. You could put all your weight on me and I'd be just as snug."

His little snickers echo through your ears, "Is that so?" Immediately, he lifts the blanket and straddles you, tucking his hands between your back and the supportive pillows, then once again leans his head on your shoulder. He must be able to tell how your heartbeat picked up, how your breathing became just slightly more rapid, as he scoots just a little closer, breath ghosting just behind your ear now. "Yes… this is much better."

You reposition the blanket and wrap your arms around him, releasing a contented sigh.

"I've got you trapped in my cage now… I think I'll keep you to myself."

"I'm fine with that," you laugh.

"Good girl."

Shivers travel down your spine, you know what he's often thinking of when he uses that nickname.

Though, as much as he sometimes likes to indulge in carnal desires, he very much cherishes the times where you hold one another, as you are now. He lives for moments like this, where there's nothing in the world but you, and him, slowly breathing in and out together. It's quite peaceful, and so quiet that he can usually hear whatever music you were listening to, though now he can hear nothing at all. "No music today, my dearest?"

"I'd much rather hear your voice."

Somewhat shocked, Gabriel pulls back and straightens out to look you in the eye. He lingers there, speechless for what seems like ages. Evidently, your own sweet nothings meant so much more than that to him. "I don't know… how you love me… like you do."

"How couldn't I? You do so much for me," you pull him in by the chin and kiss his forehead, "plus, you fit perfectly in my lap."

He leans back in for a tighter hug before pulling back just enough to nibble at the flesh of your neck, "I'll do so much more, too…"

Slowly he inches his way down your body, hands gliding restlessly over your sweater in search of the hem, until they finally snake their way underneath. His cold fingers leech the warmth from the heating pad before tossing it aside and pulling you closer by the waist. All the while his favorite pet names flickered and faded in your ears.

My darling

My dearest

My beloved

Mine.

[moonlit-han]

stray kids reacting to you having bad cramps ↠ all members

genre: reaction, fluff word count: 3.5k warnings: discussion of menstrual cramps, pain, etc., swearing request: yes (anon)

a/n: hey, anon~ sorry this took me so long to write for you;;;; I decided to try a new style—it was nice to write this because I got to imagine how I’d like to be taken care of. (wow, can you tell I could use some cuddles right now?) I hope this is comforting to you! stay cozy✨

✧ masterlist in bio ✧

bang chan

bad cramps are a normal thing for you

and chan knows this all too well

but sometimes just explaining something doesn’t do it justice

your cramps are so bad that, a lot of the time, you can’t even get out of bed

bad enough that you can’t even scream

chan probably wouldn’t show his concern too much because he doesn’t want to worry you

he would be really concerned the first time you had horrible cramps around him, though

he’d slept over after a movie night and woke up to you curled around a pillow, whimpering

the first thought he’d had was that you were having a nightmare

and so he just gently rubbed your back a little to calm you

but you’d kept whimpering and occasionally curled more closely around the pillow

aaaand you’d finally managed to explain that you were having cramps

and couldn’t exactly move…

chan had quickly drawn a bath for you

(and added a rubber ducky just because he could aljhadfjlkshfjkh)

you’d kinda squeaked when he picked you up, not expecting to be lifted bodily out of your blankets

chan would just kiss the top of your head as he carries you to the bathroom and then gently help you out of your pajamas

the bath would be extremely hot but that was perfect (♡‿♡)

hhhhhh and he’d even add rose bath soap to the water since it was your favorite

(you’d end up with a tiara of bubbles on your head heheheh)

chan would wash your hair and rub your back, massaging your sore muscles

even though the pain is only in your low back and abdomen, you still manage to hold tension in the rest of your body

and then he’d join you in the shower to help you rinse off

he’d hold you because the pain is just so bad and you can barely stand

and if you needed more than just a massage, he’d be happy to oblige

sometimes the release of pleasure helps ease the pain, too

chan just wants you to feel good and to be relaxed

after helping you dry off, chan would bundle you into warm clothes

it was always important, you’d said before, to stay warm

he’d even brush and braid your hair (if you have long hair, that is)

the little tingles that shoot through your scalp when he plays with your hair feel amazing

chan would kiss your cheek and your neck as he works his fingers through your hair

he insisted that you needed to stay hydrated, sometimes having to cajole you into drinking water because you could barely move

he’d want you to be as comfortable as possible

he’d make a blanket nest for you

he’d even put a heating pad or hot water bottle in there for you

pain meds and water would be close at hand

and whatever food you were craving

and he’d be extra affectionate

so many hugs and cuddles

just hugs all day long

maybe it’s just because you’re in pain

but chan’s hugs when you’re having horrible cramps are somehow different from his usual ones??

like he just envelopes you even more than usual and doesn’t let go

you’d just burrow into his arms even further

he’d give you one of his wonderfully big and comfy sweatshirts to wear

it smells like the soap he uses and just his general chan-ness

in other words, the best smell  e v e r  ㅠ_ㅠ ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

and just having him there with you would make everything better

lee minho

he would also be really loving and caring

and totally calm, not at all surprised

he’s just so even-keeled, you know?

would probably insist that doongie, soonie, and dori sleep with you

minho: “cats are totally medicine! their purring will help!”

they’re super snuggly anyway and just hunker down next to you

and minho is just a fourth cat, honestly

he kinda just curls up with you, massaging your low back if you have cramps that ache there

or just resting a warm hand on your belly to help soothe the pain

he’d get you a fluffy blanket and some orange juice (for the vitamin c to help your muscles relax and to reduce the inflammation!)

and definitely a heating pad or a hot water bottle

if you have two hot water bottles, he’d make a sandwich out of you and the water bottles

(so he could eat you up later ;) )

minho would insist that you take naps, holding you to his chest so you’d fall asleep more easily

he’d also queue up episodes of a show or several movies for the two of you to watch if you were home for the day

if you were at work and had super bad cramps, minho would bring you whatever food or pain meds or anything you’d need

he’s the kind of person who would just drop everything to take care of you, you know? (((we know, lee know alfkjafkjshjhk i’m so sorry i had to)))

he’s just a little ball of love and would want you to feel better

he’d kinda rock you back and forth in his arms if you have a particularly bad spasm of pain

like chan, minho would also get you into the shower to help you feel better

he’d have to convince you to even get out of bed, tho...

“come on, y/n. you’ll feel better if you take a shower. i promise”

“hhhhhhh i don’t wanna get up”

“y/n…..”

“mmph”

*minho grabbing your hands and tugging* “sweetheart, please.” *tug* "UGH why do you have to act like dead weight now of all times. geez, y/n.”

“...........”

*tugging intensifies* “get! up! i’ll drag you into the shower, you dork. you know i will”

“fiiiiiiiiiine”

he’d still have to pretty much drag you to the bathroom

AJDFHKGDJFGK

minho gently stripping you out of your clothes would kinda be like trying to dress a baby, since you wouldn’t want to move

he’d just hold you in there, rubbing soap over your body and shampoo through your hair

the hot water and minho holding you, honestly, works as well as any pain med

thank goodness ｡ﾟ(ﾟ∩´﹏`∩ﾟ)ﾟ｡

and at any time whatsoever, minho’s gentle smile would just make your day so much better

and you know he’d pepper you with kisses all over

(i mean all over)

bc it just always make you feel the most contented ever hhhhhh

and you deserve to not be thinking about pain

bc pain fucking sucks;;;;

and he’d just tell you how much he loves you so much you don’t even know how to respond

and it kinda makes you wanna cry

but from happiness

alkfjhskjhsklhjs

VERY SOFT

seo changbin

changbin would be pretty calm and would know exactly what to do

just matter-of-fact about taking care of you

you’d told him you get really bad cramps before

but the first time you had really bad cramps around him, he was a little freaked out

he hadn’t realized that period cramps could be that bad

you’d come home and pretty much collapsed on the couch

he’d thought you were just tired

but when you let out a strangled scream, changbin was;;;; um;;; a bit worried

okay not just worried

c o n c e r n e d (⊙ __ ⊙);;;;

maybe even a little scared??

he didn’t want to let on that he was worried about you

hearing you kinda just whimpering and crying out in pain tore at his heart

changbin would give you all the stuffed animals you have

(gyu would also make an appearance)

just pile them up around you “for emotional support”

and then he’d wrap his arms and legs around you to cuddle you close

definitely your basic case of:

“binnie please let go”

“no”

“binnie i can’t breathe…”

“oh,,,” *loosens hold slightly*

akjfhgaljkhajkhg

he’s literally just a cuddle bug hhhhhhhh

and I MEAN

THE BIGGEST CUDDLE BUG EVER

OH MY GODS

he’d rub your belly or your back, depending on where it hurt

and just want to make everything better

changbin would be the one to give you a full body massage if your cramps are bad

he’d insist on doing it, actually

even if you’re whiny and complain, he knows that once you’re relaxed you’ll feel a million times better

he’d concentrate on your low back, pressing his wonderfully warm hands into your muscles

and slowly but surely you’d feel the pain and tension release

hhhhhh he’s probably really good at giving massages ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ⊃ω⊂ﾟ)ﾟ･｡

ALSO!!! can you just imagine how warm binnie would be cuddling?

HHHHHHHH

you wouldn’t even need a heating pad

he’s all the warmth and comfort you’ll ever need

aldfjkahjlskhsl (♡‿♡)

and his muscles would be the comfiest

they’re all so big but would be so squishy when at rest

hhhhhh just imagine it

laying your head on his chest with his arms around you

the softest oh my god

changbin is so kind and gentle that he’d just want to make sure you’re okay and be really soft

HHHHHHHHHHH

once you were feeling a bit better, he’d probably tickle you a little

just so you’d release your tension

what a cute goofball

UGH HE’S JUST SO SOFT

he’d sing you to sleep while threading his fingers through your hair

and his low raspy voice would be so calming and lovely

binnie’s go-to medicine is just literally just all the cuddles ever ((well, and pain meds, etc., of course, bc cramps are horrible and evil))

hwang hyunjin

this boy would be just a little panicky

ya know, jUst A litTtLE

you’d suddenly doubled over while you were out shopping

for matching couple sweaters

(you know, the horrible kind that could only be worn ironically or by people so pretentious that they don’t know the meaning of irony)

and hyunjin is all 

“OH MY GOD Y/N  (＠_＠) (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣

BABE

ARE YOU OKAY

HHHHHH

WHAT DO YOU NEED

WHAT CAN I DO;;;;;;;;;”

he’d kinda flutter around you like a moth

all worried eyes and nervous energy

he really wouldn’t know what to do

bc FUCK???!!

CRAMPS??!!!! ┗(｀ﾟДﾟ´)┛ﾟ

not his forte

“i just need to go home, jinnie. i’ll be fine”

((yeah... lie thru your teeth y/n;;;; ))

he’s still panicky as fuck

when you get home you kinda just collapse on the bed

hyunjin’s all “OOOOH CUDDLE TIME YES”

which was okay for like 2 mins until  a g o n y

“jinnie, i need pain meds. NOW” (x���x);;;;;

hyunjin would bound off the bed all “I got this, babe!

and then realize that he had no idea where you kept the pain meds strong enough to deal with menstrual cramps

“uuuuh where are they . . .” (⌒_⌒;)

*y/n flailing in the general direction of the medicine cabinet*

so once he found them, he’d get you a glass of water and help you sit up to take the meds

all better?

NOPE

you’d need a hot water bottle and blankets

oh and chocolate. lots of chocolate

hyunjin would be so damn determined to make you feel better

to do anything he could bc you seemed in so!! much!!! pain!!!!

ten minutes later you’d find yourself practically swaddled in blankets on the couch with Hyunjin curled around you like a fucking squirrel or something

just let him take care of you

he’s doing his best;;;

he’d want to make you all the food you’d ever want

but would keep getting distracted

bc all he wants to do is just kiss you a bunch

and tell you how cute you are

bc, let’s face it, y/n, you’re pretty cute aldsjfhgsjfkhalhg

even though he isn’t sure what to do at first, hyunjin is actually quite good at taking care of you

if you’re at his place, you’d definitely end up with kkami on your lap

bc why wouldn’t you want a sweet pup giving you all the love when you’re in pain?!!

hhhh so sweet

han jisung

oh jisung, my sweet precious squirrel boy

jisung would probably be a lot like hyunjin alfjahkjdfh

kinda panicky bc he doesn’t know what to do

really surprised that someone could have cramps that bad

it’s clear to him that, while he’s felt pain before, it was nothing like what you’re dealing with

how the hell do you do this every. single. month.

keeps telling you you’re badass

but,,,,, um;;;;;

Y I K E S

*queue fluttering, panicky hands*

“hhhhhh baby what can i do;;;;;”

y/n: *indistinct pain noises* “i’m fine”

“yoU’rE NOt fiNe!!!”

“ji really it’s okay. i’m used to this”

(you say as you’re curled on the couch, clutching just below your belly with a look of concentrated pain on your face)

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

he’d end up bring you soup and some water

bc soup helps everything, right?

and all the pain meds he could get his hands on

there would be like 10 random bottles of every kind of pain relieving medicine tumbling out of his arms

“i didn’t know what would work;;;;;”

he’s just a sweet lad

what else was he supposed to do?

you’d manage a weak smile before another stab of pain would decide to hurtle through you like a fucking bullet train

at this point, jisung would definitely be feeling sympathetic pain

(not fun;;; )

he’d help you sit up and take the meds

then c u d d l e s

literally just all the cuddles in the world

jisung would hold you tightly, arms and legs wrapped around you, stroking your hair to get you to fall asleep

not that you’d be having any trouble with that, since you would be snuggled by

The Master of Spooning™ himself

even though he’s comforting you and helping, jisung can’t help but be glad that he gets to cuddle you for a long time

and when you felt angry at your body for giving you such horrible pain he’d hold you even tighter

then find some way to make you laugh

laughter is very important in jisung’s world (and, therefore, your world)

and you do find that it takes your mind off the pain, if only a bit

it’s almost like clockwork when you get bad cramps

same time of the month, same kind of pain

(you’ve definitely cursed every single god you can think of for this)

so he knows in the small, secret recesses of his mind, that he’ll get to cuddle the heck out of you at those times

he’d just smother you with kisses to wake you up to make sure you’d take more pain meds

okay;;; he’d smother you with kisses all day, too

and, like a cat kneading, he’d massage your belly and back to relax your muscles

you’d felt a little better after that

resting your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat would be incredibly calming

by the end of the day, jisung would just hold you on top of him

like you’re a little otter and he doesn’t want to lose you

alkjfghakjlfhahjfgaklhga (●´ω｀●)

lee felix

felix would be amazingly casual about the whole thing and just ready to go

like;;; this boy would just immediately pick you up, kiss your forehead, and carry you to bed

need pain meds?

he’s already put them in the drawer of your bedside table as soon as you’d started your period

need a heating pad?

he’s got like five—all different shapes, sizes, whatever you need

(you’re not quite sure where or when he gets all this stuff, but you’re not complaining)

all he’d want is to just cuddle you

he’d turn those big, soulful eyes on you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen

((which you are (≧◡≦) ))

and even if you’re curled on the bed in mildly stinky pajamas

he’d still just curl up with you and try to make everything okay

felix would just ramble on about anything and everything to try to distract you

yes, you’d probably be witness to Felix’s Interpretive Dance Time

.....whether you wanted to or not

(you secretly like it when he’s that silly alkfsjhajkfh)

and, of course, felix would make you breakfast (even if it wasn’t morning)

an absolutely delicious meal of all your favorite foods, even if they’re not normal breakfast food

((but honestly, what even is normal breakfast food??? just eat what’s yummy!))

since he’s been practicing baked goods, he’d also make you a lil cake just to cheer you up

and would try to ice it, which would come out really cute

he’d put “to my smol bean: UR CUTE ILY”

bc we all know felix is a cute dork who’d totally put something like that on a cake

hhhhhhhhhh

would probably call chan or changbin just to make sure he’s not forgetting anything for taking care of you

he wouldn’t forget anything for you, anyway, bc he’s just that committed to making you feel better

oh and you’d definitely watch like 15 children’s movies in a row (okay maybe not in a row, but still)

bc what’s better than laughing at the antics of various animated characters?!

and singing along to the songs would be really fun and take your mind off the pain

it would make you breathe properly and relax! 

yay!!!

felix would probably act out some of the scenes to his favorite movies beside the screen just so you could check his accuracy

AALKJFHGAJFH

and if all you wanted to do is sleep, felix would curl up with you on the bed or couch

and run his fingers through your hair and down your back to soothe you

and give you smol sweet kisses before falling asleep

kim seungmin

seungmin is also quite practical

when you told him that you get excruciating cramps, he immediately went and researched everything about menstrual cramps

potential causes for especially bad cramps

what to do for someone who’s having bad cramps

what not to do when someone’s having bad cramps

and he’d immediately gone out and bought what seemed like a year’s supply of pain meds, chocolate, three heating pads, and three hot water bottles, as well as extra pads and tampons

so the first time you were together and you kinda just went “aaghhh” in pain, seungmin immediately ran to his closet to get All The Things

you’d given him a quizzical look when he came back into the living room

he had a bag that looked, somehow, Official

although, most of seungmin’s things look Official~

(he’s just that organized and meticulous alkjfhsjfghsh)

so when he’d opened the bag, you had to stifle a giggle

in the bag, seungmin had put everything you’d need for when you had your period

hhhhhhhh what a sweetheart (✿´ ꒳ ` )

and if you need space, he’d just be in the other room minding his own business until you demand cuddles

he’d just absentmindedly give you head pets while the two of you watch a show or something

or he’d read to you from whatever book he’d been reading

or that you’d been reading  (▰˘◡˘▰)

would make you tea~

you’d probably end up cuddling his little puppy stuffed animal at some point

um;;;; seungmin’s potential fathering instincts would probably come out a little bc he just feels so much affection for you

and is just in CARING MODE

if you’re out together and you have cramps, you’d find yourself whisked back home for a day of rest

if you can’t go home, seungmin would just get you the proper pain meds and some water

he probably keeps meds for you in his wallet (´ω｀♡)

all seungmin wants is for you to not be in pain

bc it hurts his heart

he doesn’t exactly show it a bunch on the outside to other people

but he’s really caring

most of all with youuuu~~~

he wants to ki— kick whoever decided that cramps could be this bad

like what the fuck, man;;;;;

he’d be very encouraging as he talks to you, since he doesn’t want you to worry or anything

he’s knows you worry enough about why you get bad cramps

whenever the pain would get so bad that you want to cry and feel like you’re going to lose your mind, seungmin’s bright smile would bring you back to earth

he’d reassure you that everything’s okay

and kiss the top of your head as he holds you (*/ω＼)

yang jeongin

jeongin’s remedy to cramps is stuffed animals

all the stuffed animals

all of them

e v e r

you both have a propensity for stuffed animals, characters, random objects, etc.

you even have a stuffed strawberry that’s the size of your torso

so jeongin would just pile up all the stuffies and a bunch of pillows

and settle you in them

you’d feel like you were drowning in stuffed animals ajkfshgkjfhg

like felix, he’d probably secretly call chan just to check that he’s doing the right thing for you, too (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

jeongin would make you tea and bring a pot of it to your bedside table

(just herbal tea, not caffeinated bc he doesn’t want you to get dried out)

he’d bring everything you could ever want in tea:

honey, milk, lemon, sugar

the tea would be reeeeeally yummy

and the warmth would help calm your nerves that had been on high alert since the night before when the cramps had started

jeongin would curl up with you and just stroke your hair

he’d turn on a show the two of you had been watching

a comedy, of course

why would you want to watch anything else while in pain??

okay so as calm as all this seems, he’d be fucking panicked as hell inside

like how is supposed to deal with this???

welp….. might as well just pretend it’s any other day

and you just happen to need more cuddles

he finds it really cute when you are  b a b y

and when you’re having horrible cramps….

yoU ARE B A B Y!!!!!!

the cutest ever

like holy shit

jeongin would be completely floored by how cute you are

you’d just kind of nuzzle into his stomach as you curl up next to him

of course, he’d also make sure you remember to take pain meds and all

sometimes he’d be a little annoying about it but not by much~

just enough to get you to WeAR sOcKs Y/N!!

he’d totally be the one to kinda pounce on you and carry you outside to sit on the lawn

not one but two blankets would cushion you from the grass and any bugs~

he’d probably bring all the stuffed animals he’d piled on you earlier outside

“they’ll get lonely!!”

…….right

definitely not an excuse to throw the radish plushies he got you at your head…..

((you’d get him back, though, with a few well-aimed charizards or something))

but if you needed him to be serious, he would be

bc, really, he cares about you so much he feels like his heart’s gonna burst (*♡∀♡)

[txdoroki]

todoroki taking care of you when you’re on your period

fem reader but i dont think i rlly used pronouns so

two fairly large writings in the span of 24 hours?! damn who am i?!?!?!?! i don’t know myself i don’t know myself-

also dedicated to @frxggie 💗 ily ☺️

content warning: throwing up, sickness (duhh whatd you think this was about :P ), talk of periods

you threw your head back over the toilet, the sensation of vomit rising in your throat once more. your felt miserable, your consciousness fuzzy from how nauseous you were. the leftover bile in your mouth pressed against your gag reflex, and you retched again as your throw-up filled the toilet.

your period usually wasn’t this bad, but your cramps had been horrible this time around. 

today was only the second day, but you guessed it’d be fairly long this time. the past week has been filled with you getting teary eyed over even the smallest things. 

last night you cried because you didn’t have any penne pasta, and your boyfriend rushed to the store to get some. you ate that pasta with the biggest smile on your face, only for around 20 minutes though, before your cramps had you trying to nap on todoroki’s lap, desperate for the pain to go away.

the night before last shoto walked in on you sobbing over the fact that you bent a spoon from your icecream, it still makes you tear up to think about.

even a few hours before you threw up, you were crying on the phone to shoto about how you suddenly remembered that some cats are in shelters. it took a full hour for you to stop crying.

your emotions were running simply running wild right now, which was okay.

you pressed your cheek against your hand and sighed, not wanting to touch your face to the toilet. you wished you had that heating pad shoto had bought you a few weeks ago near you, it always helped.

“darling, are you okay?” you jumped when you heard your boyfriend’s concerned voice behind you, “are you done vomiting? or do you need to stay here?”

“i think i’m done, i’m really sorry, shoto,” you began tearing up, biting your bottom lip to try and discourage the tears that were forming in your eyes, “i don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of me, i can be by myself if you want to hang out with deku,”

“you’re not bothering me, love, it’s okay,” he kneeled next to you, rubbing your back, “do you feel well enough to walk to the bed, or do i need to carry you?”

you nodded, trying to stand up on your own, but your knees immediately locked, your legs felt like they were jello. 

you began crashing down, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s toned arm to not hit your head on the floor. he scooped you into his arms, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist and your arms to wrap around his neck.

he carried you to your shared bedroom and set you on the bed, wasting no time in laying next to you and bringing you into his arms.

“i’m sorry you’re feeling bad, is there something you need right now?” he searched your expression for any sort of pain or discomfort, cocking his head when you roared with a fit of giggles and smiles, “what.?”

“you’re so sweet, sho,” you guided his face towards yours and kissed him, the kiss soft but meaningful, “i’m alright, no need to wor-” you gasped when your cramps started back up, instinctively curling into a tight ball to try and squeeze away the pain. it never worked, the ball more comforting than anything. 

“y/n, do you need pain medicine?” he ran circles with his hands over your back, watching to see if you’d say yes. when he saw the small nod, he slowly got up from the bed, careful not to shake it too much, and walked to the medicine cabinet.

he returned only a moment later, holding two small pills for you to take. they took around half an hour to kick in, so in the meantime you were curled up next to his side with a heating pad pressed to your stomach. you were both watching john mulaney on netflix, he always cheered you up. it was practically a tradition at this point to watch his shows when you aren’t feeling well.

after around forty five minutes of snuggling with your boyfriend, sleepiness began to overcome you. when he saw you yawn, he wrapped his arm around you and put a pillow in his lap so you could sleep comfortably.

“it’s okay, darling, you can go to sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up,” he cooed, caressing your cheek softly.

you dopily smiled up at him, warmth filling your body. you loved him so much, he was such a sweetheart.

“i love you, honey,”

“i love you too, darling,” he kissed your forehead, “now quit fighting sleep, you deserve some rest,”

when literally anyone asks if i’ve ever written fanfiction- LMAOOO

over my dead body will ppl i know find this account  (ง︡'-'︠)ง