Okay so I鈥檓 so in love with your fics (especially the mk ones) you don鈥檛 even know how much joy they bring me!
I鈥檓 in so much pain and I鈥檓 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!馃 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.
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