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romanestuffsposts · 10 months

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Hi lately that bloody time of the month is haunting me 😭 I would really appreciate it if there could be one where the little reader who is in pain but doesn't know how to tell her daddies but they soon realize why she is like this and take care of her with lots of kisses and cuteness please?❤️

Hi there love! 💜

Ohh I hope you're feeling better, sweetie! I sadly know the pain so I am fully behind you for the support

I hope you like how I write your request ❤️

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : period time, pain, little reader struggle to talk about her pain, angst, caring daddies, comfort, cuddles, kisses, pet names

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : Your Daddies take care of you in a hard period

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Your Papa is the first one to step inside your bedroom in the early morning. He quietly makes his way toward your bed and let the door open knowing that Bucky, your Daddy will follow soon.

He sits on the edge of your bed and watch with love your sleepy form. Your face is all relax, no frown, no worries, no fear, just a restful night who just ended. He loves watching you sleeping, he hates having to wake you up because he knows how much you love sleeping and how much you need it.

His fingers gently caress the skin of your cheek who's facing him "sweetie ?" he gently calls.

He hears footsteps behind him and feels the bed moving, another voice is heard the quiet room "babygirl ?"

You groan and hid your face in your pillow as you try to get back to sleep. You hadn't had a good night this time, you had cramp in your lower belly almost all night and you were too tired to go to the toilet. You felt your head spinning from time to time when you closed your eyes butat one point it ended so it was just your stomach.

You touch during the night that you peed on yourself but right now, you're not sure of what happened.

"if you don't tell get up then you can't decide what you want for breakfast because we'll cook what we want if you're not with us" your Daddy teases.

Your eyes open in your pillow. Breakfast... You want breakfast! You sudden crave for sugar. A sweet breakfast sounds perfect right now.

You lift your head from the pillow and is met with two smily Daddies "good morning, beautiful" your Daddy happily greets, his finger popping your little nose.

You scrunch your nose in a cute way after that pop and greet them back "should we go eat breakfast now ?" your Papa asks making you nod. You're super hungry now.

You stand up from your bed and take their hands as they lead you downstairs. You can smell the fresh aire inside the house, it means your Daddy opened the windows earlier this morning. You can smell the smell of the cleanser following you as you walk, meaning your Papa cleaned the house before waking you up.

"what do you want to eat for breakfast ?" Your Papa asks as you enter the kitchen. "wanna bueberry waffle and wanna pancake with sirop and wanna waffle with lots of chocolate and banana!" You happily exlam.

The fact that jumping on your tiny feet just a little is bringing you a weird feeling on your panties. It's like the feeling you have when you peed on yourself, it's something else. But you don't really pay attention to it, you're too excited to cook and eat all your breakfasts.

"Baby..." your Daddy frowns, looking down at you "it's a lot of sugar" he says "and more for the morning. Maybe it's not a good idea to do all of that but you can pick one"

Your face fell and an adorable pout shown on your face "you never asked for so much suagr, sweetie" your Papa interrupts "you feel good ?"

You frown and nod your head "jus wanna my sweet beakfast"

"and you'll have one, babydoll" your Daddy promises "we just need to know which one you choose ?" he tilts his head

You happily sit on the dinner table as you watch your Papa bringing you the breakfast you asked for. Of course the choice wasn't easy but you choose the one who made your mouth watering the more and now you're about to have it.

"here you go, princess" your Papa puts the plate before you and kisses the top of your hair

You start to eat your breakfast when you feel your cramp coming back in your stomach. You grimace and hiss as the cramp hit your lower belly and relax when the pain disappear. You bring your knees against your chest and rest your feet on the edge of your seat, the pain was less present when you were in that position in bed that night.

You keep eating as your Daddies wonder around the room to do things. You heard your Papa asking your Daddy to do the laundry while he finish cleaning the bathroom so you're all alone to enjoy your food.

Once you finish, you thought it was a good idea to clean your table and to put your dishes in the sink so your Daddies won't have to do it for you. But as you were walking toward the kitchen, another cramp kicked you making you let go of your dishes. You flinch when it breaks on the ground and wince at the pain.

You hear footsteps running down the stairs and soon see your Daddy rushing toward the kitchen, toward you "Are you okay ? what happened ?" he asks lifting you in his arms so you don't step on a broken glass.

He sits you on the counter island and looks down at the mess on the floor but as he gazes down, his eyes fall on his t shirt who has a blood stain on the side. He frowns you look at you to see if you're hurt and end up seeing a little cut on your leg. Thinking it was what caused the stain on his shirt, he grabs a towel and wet it with cold water before resting it against your cut.

You hiss a little bit

You see your Papa making his way in the kitchen in a hurry from behind your Daddy, he steps above the broken dishes and walks toward you "are you okay ?" he asks cupping your cheeks in his hands.

You nod "I sorry" you shamely say "wanted to help daddies" you mumble. You watch your Papa's face soften "don't you worry, princess. It's just dishes. What's the matter is that you're fine" he reassures you, dropping a sweet kiss against your forehead.

You nod again and close your eyes at his touch.

You watch your Papa cleaning the floor while your Daddy finishes cleaning your cut "why don't we go on the couch ? You can watch a cartoon while you digests" your Daddy proposes and once again, you nod.

"you want to walk there or do you want Daddy to carry you there ?" he asks stroking your thighs up and down with his big hands.

Not wanting to mess his shirt more with blood, you decide to walk your way to the couch with your Daddy's hand in yours. He helps you getting down from the counter and take your hand in his as you lead him to the couch. He's still scared there's a rest of tiny broken glasses on the ground so he decides to take the long xay to the couch and turning around the island.

Once you're on the couch, you curl in a little bowl, scared that the pain will come back and your Papa immediately notice the stain of blood on your pants, on the part in between your legs "sweetness ?" he asks making you humming back in answer "do you need to go to the toilet ?" he asks and looks at him with a frown

He keeps staring at you, waiting for you to answer and your frown slowly start to disappear as you nod your head slowly, keeping your eyes in his. "do you need my help ?" he asks and once again, you nod.

He stands up and lifts you in his arms making you whimper. You don't want to mess his shirt too.

He kisses your temple and quickly walks upstairs. He lies you on the changing table and lowers your pants down and then your panties.

He nods to himself as he understands that what he thought was right. "we'll clean that okay ?" he says stroking your belly. You nod and hiss again when the pain come back. Your Papa massages your lower belly as he whispers praises and sweet nothings until the pain fade away once again.

He throws your panties and pants away and takes out new ones for when he's finish. He grabs a washcloth and cleans your private part with sweet soap and fresh water so it's not too aggressive for you. You sigh in contentement as the wet feeling you had all night and all morning is thrown away after your Papa cleaned you.

He slides your new panties up your legs and puts your protection on it before putting your new pants on too. Before sliding your clothes up your stomach, he decides to be playful and he wants you to feel other sensation than pain on your belly so he wiggles his fingertips against your lower belly to make you giggle or laugh.

And it worked! You squirm and giggle as you try to block his vicious fingers to touch your sensitive skin "do you feel better, sweetness ?" he asks after stopping his torture. You nod and he kisses your belly a few times before getting you back on your feet

"I carry you or you walk ?" your Papa asks as he cleans the changing table. You look up at him with those big and dreamy eyes, you wait for him to finish so he could look down at you.

Once his eyes are on you, you lift your arms in the aire and make grabby hands. His face breaks into a loving smile and he happily takes you in his arms, you rest your forehead against his and you both close your eyes "I love you, my sweet and perfect little princess" he whispers and hears nothing else than the truth behind his words and the love attached to them.

"I love you too, Papa'" you whisper and he pulls away, his deep blue eyes dive into yours and you see his smile all over his face. He gently kisses your little nose before pulling you closer to him to start his way downstairs.

Your Daddy is sitting on the couch and immediately looks up when he hears you two walking in the living room. He smiles at you and Steve drops you on his laps before disappearing in the kitchen.

You curl into a little bowl against your Daddy's chest and he gently caresses your back with his hands "you feel better, babygirl ?" he whispers in your ear

" 'm tomach till hurt" you mumble into his chest, your eyes are close as you enjoy the comfort and warmth of your Daddy. You feel him sighing and his hands draw more paterns on your back "Papa went to grab something to help you, babydoll"

You nod into his chest and some minutes after, your Papa takes you back in his arms, he rests you on his laps, your side against his chest and your feet on your Daddy's laps. Your Papa lifts your shirt and pulls down your pants so it would rest on your hips. He puts a hot hot towel against your lower belly "it would help with the pain, sweetie" he informs you with a kiss on your forehead.

For the rest of the evening, your Daddies kiss, stroke, caress every part of skin they can see. At each cramps, your Daddies hold you tighter against them, they kiss it better, they whisper sweet nothings in your ears to make you feel better

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