#period fic

[faretheeoscar]

Boyfriend!Miguel on your period

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x FemReader

Warnings: 🔞 NSFW, period sex, little drabble just horny thots.

AN: English is not my first language, no beta read/grammar corrected. Also... periods suck.

Miguel would do anything when it comes on helping you when you are on your period. After not a single remedy worked for you all day, pills, massages, herbal tea, you name it....

And of course your handsome, huge boyfriend that loves, adores and worships you; as he by your request had his huge weight and warmth on top of you trying to act as a heating pad kneading his hands on your lower back;volunteered to have sex with you to relieve the pain, even if you were reluctant at first by thinking about the consequences and how messy the whole ordeal might develop in, his reassurance on how he didn’t cared and that he'd buy a new set of sheets or even a whole mattress if he wanted, if having sex even though the bed would probably might looked like a crime scene meant that it would help you feel better.

So that's how you found yourself moaning, reaching for his shoulders and clinging to his warm and soft sunkissed skin, feeling your legs trembling around his waist at the first contact of his length in your inner channel.

“Coño….easy cariño, don’t squeeze me so hard or I won’t be able to help you for long”

Miguel huffed and closed his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours, trying to resist the urge of searching for his own pleasure as your soft mewls and whines went directly to his cock, that was not even half buried deep inside you, at his fear of hurting you and bringing you more pain that you were already in, was holding him back.

The sweet and slow drag of his bulbous tip against your aching walls providing you the comfort you entailed.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to fuck you slowly and deep, whispering sweet nothings as he sucked at your bottom lip.

“Mi amor, what a sweet thing, you are so beautiful”

His hands moved from your hips to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them helping you build that knot on your lower belly, his hands found your nipples and started pinching at them, rolling his fingertips softly on them.

“Tell me amor, what do you need? Feels good? Do you want me to go faster? Harder? Tell me what you need mi reina”

Miguel would do anything to ease your pain, he was devoted to you, nothing in the world mattered but you.

“Deeper, Miggy, it helps with the pain”

He nodded in understanding, he withdrew almost completely before easing his cock deeper inside you, his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust, making you moan loudly as he could feel the walls of your cunt gripping him tightly.

“Shock, amor, so wet like this, so tight” Miguel was going crazy at the slow drags of his cock, your arousal mixed with your other body fluids and the slapping of skin on skin producing the most obscene noises that had you babbling incoherent words as he drove you closer and closer to your release, numbing the ache within you.

“There you go princesa, just breathe, let it out, let me take care of you” Miguel made his way back to your face by doing a gentle trail of kisses up from your sternum to your jaw.

One of his hands reached down between your legs, finding a way to your clit, circling it gently matching the circles with the slow and long drags of his throbbing member inside you, making your back arch and cry at the overwhelming sensation that rushed through your body.

“Take what you need from me, you can come whenever you need to, just focus on feeling better”

As your climax hit, your walls spasmed around him as waves of pleasure crashed over you as you came apart, Miguel soon followed you with one final powerful thrust, his hands holding your hips still as he emptied himself deep within you.

“Are you okay hermosa?”

You nodded at him, and with a tender gaze Miguel brushed your cheek to then withdraw slowly out of you, pulling out his softening member, he cradled you in his arms for a second nuzzling against your neck, his breath tickling you softly and making you giggle.

“Let me go get something to clean you up mi vida” He said, propping himself out of bed, but you reached for him before he could fully get up.

“Miggy…if the pain comes back… can we do it again?”

Your cheeks were tinted red from embarrassment and due to your recent activities, as your giant 6'9" boyfriend let out a low chuckle leaning back towards you to kiss your forehead gently.

“All the times you need corazón, all the times you need”

AN: I just need the warmth of Miguel to help me with the cramps 🥺🥺🥺

Needy Miguel is coming soon guys, just needed to get this out of my system! Thanks for all the support!

Reblogs and comments are kindly appreciated!

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[fineprintedsunsets]

Кролик; Bunny

ೃ⁀➷ It's the dreaded time of month and all you want to do is curl up in bed. Your soldat has other plans. ೃ⁀➷ p in v sex. dirty talk. soldat!bucky. mentions of blood. period sex. (soldat not giving a fuck). breeding kink. mentions of pads/pain. fingering. possible typos. ೃ⁀➷ 1.2k

i hate my period so much, writing about this brute helps me cope🧸

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Oh no. No. No. Not today. Not now.

Fuck, You hate mother nature.

The sheets of your bed are stained a red hue. Little spots and specks paint the white fabric and your thighs are sticky with blood.

Your fucking period. If you had enough energy you could just slam a fist into the wall, broken bones be damned.

You whimpered and whined all the way to the shower, stomach aching, legs weak. You made sure to tear off the sheets and add them to the heaping pile of laundry in your room.

As soon as you stripped yourself of your clothes and felt the steaming water hit your skin, all was forgiven. The sound of water hitting the cheap chipped tile was so relaxing you would give everything you had to be in this state forever.

Unfortunately, a girl has a water bill.

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You changed your clothes, put on low-cut shorts, and bought a shit ton of pads. It was only the first day and your flow was already heavy.

The cramps were bearable, but you could tell they were going to get a whole lot worse. Which led to your current state, in bed, lights turned off, head against a cold pillow, and blinds drawn.

An unbreakable fortress of cold pillows and snakes you managed to hoard in anticipation for this day's arrival.

You couldn’t turn on the tv, the light was harsh and irritating. So you just sat in darkness, eating Resses and groaning in pain.

Your only thought was “when would he arrive"?

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“Кролик” (Bunny) a heavy voice woke you from your sleep. A familiar musk of gunpowder and him filled your head.

“You're bleeding.” He says from the shadows. You find your fingers gripping your blankets in both anticipation and fear. Your breath hitches.

He smells it, smells you.

“You need to be bred.”

Fuck.

The Winter Soldier, soldat, in his six-foot-tall frame, rounds the side of your bed. The harsh fabric of his suit, made to withstand all kinds of obstacles was now in front of your vision.

The soldat didn’t bother to take his combat boots off before sliding into bed with you. He kneeled on the mattress, denting it.

You waited in anticipation, legs slightly parted, breath coming in slow gasps as heat filled your entire body.

“Remove your shorts. Or is it too painful?” In a way, he’s mocking you, a way of saying you will always need his help. If you weren’t drunk off him right now, you’d recoil. Sober you would not have heat pooling in her core right now.

“Hurts- Soldat. Please take them off.” You wiggled your hips to emphasize. The soldats mask covers his face, muffling the groan he made when sliding the fabric off your legs.

Your body jolted when cold metal fingers met your clothed core. You tried your best to hold in the moan you held in your throat.

“Shh…quiet, кролик” You know there’s blood on your panties, you know the soldat does too.

Except, he doesn't seem to give a shit. His fingers prod at your entrance before removing your panties entirely, along with the pad stuck to them.

The soldat looks at your cunt, the mask hiding any real facial expression. You shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed folds.

He takes two metal fingers and slides them through your folds, gathering both blood and slick. The soldat purrs as you whine. “Relax -Going to hurt, stay still.”

You do as you are told, unable to stop the soldat as he places a flesh hand against your stomach, while two metal digits slide into your cunt.

"Beautiful, sweetheart.” The Soldat hums, pushing down just a little on your tummy as the digits slowly slide in and out of you. The pain eases at whatever he’s doing to you, and pleasure becomes more prominent.

You can hear the sound of your slick as he fingers you, your back arching off the bed as he picks up the pace, adding more pressure to your stomach. “Good, кролик. Right there.”

“Doing so well for your soldat. -think you can cum for him? Hmm?”

Fuck. The edge is so fucking close and your itching to barrel over it. The soldier can feel your cunt squeezing his fingers and can see the look in your eyes as you're about to come.

His metal digits speed up, going at a pace that is sure to push you over the edge. He releases his flesh hand from your stomach to pinch your aching clit.

It’s over from there. “Soldat! Soldat- fuck ” you cry out, heart pumping and legs shaking as he works you through it, pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“So good for your soldat. Look so pretty when you come for him, so beautiful.” The soldat slides his fingers out of you, wiping your juices on his pant leg.

The soldier undoes his belt buckle, sliding off the weapon-studded pants and throwing them into the darkness of the bedroom. His cock is throbbing, angry, and red.

“Ready to be bred, Кролик? Take all you're given?” His boxers are next, his metal hand wraps around the waistband. The fabric is torn from his body in one snap.

Your legs shake and your hips squirm as he lines his cock up with your entrance, his body crowding over you, balancing himself with a hand on the headboard. “You're so wet. I bet I’d just…”

His cock nudges your fold, “-Slide right in.” The pain hits you immediately as the soldat bottoms out. You can hear him curse in Russian under the mask, as he rests his head on your shoulder.

Skin meets skin as he gives time for you to adjust to his size. You’ve taken him many times before, but it’s different on your cycle.

It’s like your womb opens up a little more for him.

“So good, sweetheart.” He moans, sliding out to just half of his length before snapping his hips to you. You can feel everything. Every throbbing vein on his cock, every breath he groans through his mask.

The Soldat always has a primal urge when you're bleeding, he needs to come inside you, needs to breed your cunt.

He wants to mark you as his.

“Soldat-" you moan, feeling his cock slide out another couple of inches, until he’s balls deep again, kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock.

The entire bed shakes with the force of the soldat fucking you, and he fucks you hard. He’s so needy, desperate to fill you up with his seed. His moans and groans do not go unheard as his flesh hand presses on your stomach.

“Watch me fuck you, Кролик. See me sliding in and out?” All you can do is nod your head, words do not come easily.

Winter Soldier presses that hand on your tummy, pushing down as he stills, balls pressed to your skin as his cock twitches inside of you. “Feel me in your guts."

A few more thrusts has you clamping down on his cock, and when the soldier feels it, he goes fucking feral.

“Milk your Soldat's cock while he fills up your pretty pussy.” The soldier does exactly as he promises, shooting rope after rope of cum inside you.

Later, he flips you on your back so your pressed to his muscled chest, cock stuffing you full, keeping his load inside you. The Soldat mutters something like, “helps with the pain.”

And damn him, he’s right.

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hi:D I don’t know if you take request but I like ur writing style and wanted to request a fic where the reader is having period cramps and Mike helps comfort her

yess my requests are open nonnie! tho when I write them can be questionable fgbgfbfg and thank you so much for requesting this my period is close so this was lovely to write 💜

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ㅤㅤmike schmidt x f!reader

Your breasts ache, your stomach hurts—your body the most uncomfortable place to be. You turn to the side as you bring you knees up to your chest and hug yourself. Another cramp. You squeeze your eyes shut, hissing through gritted teeth. You breathe heavily as you wait for it to pass. Your nostrils flutter. Your face warming up while the pain escalates. It escalates, escalates, and escalates—then it suddenly comes to a halt. 

Suddenly you can breathe again. 

Taking the opportunity, you fill your lungs with air. You want to cry. Everything fucking sucks. You want to call out to Mike who’s watching TV with Abby in the living room but you feel too weak to form the words. You suppose that’s alright. He’s already exhausted and overwhelmed with everything, it’s better that he doesn’t worry about you too—

“Fuck—” 

Your entire body clenches, your arms tightening around you as your nails bite your forearms. Fuck. You need painkillers, the whole bottle of them. The faintest of whimpers fall from your lips. The back of your head is throbbing from how taut your body is. You try to breathe, try to get out of bed, but even the smallest of movements add to the pressure of the cramps. 

You’re so lost in the pain you don’t even hear the door opening. You only notice someone’s here when you feel the faint dip of the bed. 

Your eyes snap open, your back is still turned. A hand curls around your shoulder and squeezes. 

“Are you okay?” you hear Mike ask. “You’ve been here for a while. Abby is making her version of spaghetti.” 

“That’s. . .” you exhale from your nose. “That’s great Mike. But I think I’m gonna skip it.” 

His hand doesn’t leave your shoulder, “You didn’t answer me. Are you okay?” 

You know he won’t leave without some thorough convincing. Knowing this, you turn to your other side to face him. He smiles when your eyes lock and despite the pain, your heart flutters. 

Just as you part your lips, about to tell him that you’re fine and he should just help Abby with cooking, another cramp strikes again. A choked-out sound rips from your throat and you immediately pull your knees to your chest again. You know it doesn’t exactly help. But something about the position makes you believe the cramp will subside. 

“Hey hey hey,” Mike cups your cheeks, thumbs tracing circles on your skin. “Tell me what’s going on. Let me help, baby.” 

“I’m—I’m on my period. I’m cramping.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You relax a bit as the cramp finally softens. “We should have some advil. Do you need anything else?” 

God, you want to cry. He’s such a caregiver. You look away, embarrassment warming your stomach. “Maybe. . . maybe some of that leftover cheesecake too?” 

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be right back.” 

Before you know it he’s back with a fresh red stain on his sweatshirt—courtesy of Abby and her cooking skills you bet. You shuffle back a bit so he can take a proper seat this time, he does and gives you the advil. “You sure you don’t need anything else?” he places the plate of cheesecake on top of the bedside table. 

“I’m good,” you answer, popping the pill and taking two huge gulps of water. “Thank you. Can we. . .cuddle a bit?” 

Mike smiles and you swear it’s the brightest sight ever, “If I ever say no to that feel free to smack the shit out of me.” 

You manage a small laugh despite the discomfort, and Mike scoots closer, wrapping his arms around you. His warmth feels like a soothing balm against the persistent ache in your body. You rest your head on his chest, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

He starts tracing gentle circles on your back, his fingers moving in a comforting pattern. The pain begins to ebb away as you focus on the warmth and love radiating from him. It's amazing how a simple touch can make everything feel a bit more bearable.

“Better?” he asks, his voice a soft murmur.

You nod against his chest, unwilling to let go of the safety his embrace provides. "Much better. Thank you for being here."

"Always," he replies, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. “You just need to say the words and I’ll be there.” 

You think you answer him but you can’t tell as sleep slowly begins to take over. 

All you feel is him.

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

Pesky Period Pains

Prompt: Cramping Pain

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 2.3K

Summary: you had managed to stave off periods but you could only do that for so long. But its very hard to hide things in the compound especially from your girlfriends.

TW: pain medicine, blood, period, cramps, bleeding on the bed (idk if that a warning or not lol), non-sexual nudity, Reader has their clothes removed (not in a bad way though don’t worry … you’ll see), hiding injuries / sickness, slight angst,

A/n whats this? A fic without vomiting for once? Crazy.

Curled up in bed the day had been going well until you realised you took to long to get more of your birth control. Your doctor had put you on birth control in your early teens before you became and avenger, your cramps being too painful for you to function and resulting in you missing a-lot of school. But you ran out last week and your ADHD had been kicking your ass lately so you forgot about the much needed trip to the chemist. Thinking you could just go tomorrow as its not like your period would appear over night. wrong.

Nat and Wanda were training in the gym like they did every Tuesday while you slept in. But when you realised with the first pang of pain in your midsection that it was a little too late for the birth control to stave off the period pains, you groaned. stuffing your face back into your pillow, before swallowing the urge to scream in frustration. you got up and threw on a pad before getting dressed quickly. you were craving chocolate. you could survive the cramps until after breakfast, and you couldn’t take painkillers on an empty stomach.

you had just finished drowning your pancakes in chocolate syrup and were not throwing back the tablets and some water when your girlfriends arrived. Nat smiled widely and came over to kiss you and hug you. “Detka,” you groaned, “your all gross and sweaty.” nat squeezed you in the hug chuckling before planting a kiss on your forehead. Wanda didn’t seem as happy. she sensed your discomfort before she even made it into the door. to be honest she sensed it from the gym, feigning exhaustion in favour of ending training early to check on you.

“what were you doing before we got here?” Wanda asked, hands crossed over her chest.

“making pancakes.” you shrugged, hiding a grimace as it jostled your midsection.

“i saw you put something in your mouth, Y/n don’t lie to me.” she was more concerned than angry but it did come across that way to you.

“i. was. eating. my. pancakes. Wanda.” you grit out, glad it seemed more like annoyance than the fact another cramp had hir rather hard.

“whatever.” Wanda dismissed angrily walking to get herself some pancakes. Nat frowned, normally Wanda was really sweet with you, only ever stern if you were being stubborn. she shrugged at you and followed Wanda to get some breakfast, only having had her pre workout shake so far. you didn’t wait for them, quickly finishing your pancakes and going to take a shower.

the girls frowned at your empty place when they returned and Wanda sighed. “somethings up with her nat i can sense it.”

meanwhile you stepped under the warm water, watching the red circle the drain and letting the heat relax your muscles. when another cramp hit you rested your head on your arm which steadied you against the wall. you didn’t want to risk leaving blood in your shared bathroom knowing nat was see it with her spy training, she noticed everything. Wanda would just freakout if she knew you were bleeding but didn’t know where from. And most importantly you didn’t want to bother them with your problems, feeling you were being a bit too needy lately having been sick the week before last.

you had come back to your old room, the one you stayed in before moving it with your girls. it was still your space. your gaming computer was still here, your switch and all your drawing stuff and tablet. your posters of Percy Jackson and your girlfriends still adorned the walls and the rainbow lights still worked above your desk. the bed had black sheets and you even still had some of your clothes in here. your many sketchbooks sat on the floating shelf by the desk and your blue couch and fluffy red blanket were still in the corner. the 84inch tv, courtesy of tony was mounted on the wall opposite the bed and you had painted a mural of the city scape on the far wall. it was as much your home as the room across the hall. your girls often found you in here during the day either drawing or gaming.

but you hadnt showered in here since moving to sleep over the hall. nat heard the running water as she went past, assuming you had done it so she could shower after her training this morning, she shrugged it off. unusual but not insane.

once you turned the water off you carefully towel dried yourself trying to avoid getting blood on the fluffy towel. getting dressed in fluffy pants and your oversized red hoodie nat had bought you at Disneyland, the one with the big picture of Mickey mouse on the front, you went and laid on the bed. after mindlessly scrolling through Netflix and putting on a random movie you snuggled up. after a few minutes the exhaustion of your body rebuilding an organ wiped you out and you fell asleep.

Wanda carefully opened the door to your room. frowning at yhe sight of you curled up asleep in the middle of the day. this was unlike you. the tv had an action movie playing and the sound of gunfire should have woken you up, but you slept on. Wanda turned out the lights and muted the tv before going to talk to nat.

“I’m telling you nat something’s off, shes been acting weird all day.”

“I’m sure shes fine, shes a big girl wands.” nat sighed drying her hair with a towel.

“i don’t know, you know how it is when shes hurt, she wont tell us even if shes bleeding out on the floor.” Wanda huffed pacing and running her hands through her hair.

“why don’t we go cuddle up to her in bed and we’ll talk to her when shes up again?”

“ok” Wanda sighed in defeat.

after carefully lifting the sheets and sliding in either-side of you nat took the tv remote frowning at the cheesy action movie.

“you cant even shoot arrows like that in real life.” she grumbled putting on something that Wanda would like. a sit com.

still asleep you curled up around Wanda’s leg as she lent against the headboard and ran her hands through your hair.

“she looks so fragile when she sleeps natty.” Wanda cooed

“thats because its hard to be a cocky asshole when your sleeping.” nat teased. but it wasn’t fun without your sharp come backs to quip against her.

“naaattt leave her alone shes cute when she sleeps.” looking down at you she noticed a grimace on your face when you held onto her leg tighter. thinking you were having a nightmare she went to wake you. unbeknownst to her it was just the medicine having worn off and the painfully cramps coming back full force. before Wanda could gently wake you, you shot up, blinking rapidly before feeling the wetness of the bed and shooting off the bathroom to change clothes. Wanda and nat frowned at each-other, you hadn’t even noticed them. nat hopped up and knocked on the door.

“y/n/n? can i come in?” she asked. you froze. what were they doing here.

“Y/n/n?” nat asked again.

“natty… um you should come here.” Wanda quietly said from the bed. she had pulled back the sheets to find a wet bloodstain on the sheets. Nat’s eyes widened almost comically.

“y/n let us in right now.” she banged her fists on the door. just as she swung to knock the door down you opened it, her foot stopping mid air as she tried not to kick you or fall over. at the sight of your bloody clothes she jumped into action. extending your arms with her hands she searched your body before stopping and looking you dead in the eyes.

“strip.” she said. you balked.

“what?”

“you heard me. strip. or i’ll have Wanda use her wiggly woos to do it for me.”

“natty-“

“No.”

“wands-“

“I’m with nat on this one sweetheart. we need to know your ok.” Wanda cooed softly having walked in behind nat.

“I’m fi-“

“if you were going to say your fine we found your blood on the sheets. so we know your not.”

before you were able to reply you were hit with a rather painful cramp that made you double over in an attempt to stop the pain. you groaned loudly and both your girls sprung into action. they knew you didn’t get periods so that couldn’t be it. but the last mission was weeks ago and you hadn’t left the compound without them since. so how did you get hurt? Nat was at your side in an instance. “y/n/n baby where does it hurt?” she ran a hand down your back up and down your spine. you merely groaned in response still hunched over.

“wands I’m gonna need you to-“

“don’t worry it got it.” she replied. before you could think you felt the cold air hit as you were suddenly without clothes. Nat’s eyes grew wide as she saw the red between your legs. you felt tears slide down your cheeks as the girls understood. they had seen you naked before so it didn’t bother you plus you knew you were safe with your girlfriends.

“oh sweetheart.” Wanda cooed, picking you up. “did you get your period love?”

more tears fell as she carried you bridal style to the bath. with a wave of her wrist there was warm water in the tub and her clothes were also gone. gently she hopped in placing you curled up in her lap. nat removed her clothes to show toned muscle and slipped in beside her. it was a big tub, tony was not one to spare expenses much to peppers dismay when she first brought home Morgan to find a car already with custom plates with Morgan’s name on it in the garage.

“tony what the hell is this?” she had asked pointing to the car, Morgan’s carseat in her hand.

“well its called planning my dear wife.”

“planning is writing it out on paper not buying it 16 years early.”

Wanda chuckled at the memory before focusing back on your. she carded a hand though your hair and you whined softly.

“gonna made the water dirty.” you whined “and i ruined my hoodie.” you sniffled “the one you and natty bought me from disneyland.” you cried. nat rubbed a circle on your back knowing this was the work of pesky hormones but doing nothing to invalidate your feelings. Wanda smiled down at you.

“why are you smiling.” you sobbed.

“oh sweetheart do you forget i have magic sometimes.” Wanda cooed

“oh.” you hiccuped.

“its already clean and folded on the bed which has fresh sheets.” she started kissing you all over your face, tasting the salty tears. “and natty and I will buy you ten more if we need to. anything for our sweet girl.”

“even the goofy one?” you smiled looking up with teary eyes.

nat chuckled. they were so whipped for you. “anything you can ever dream of of my love.” nat cooed. “and whatever we can buy with the new black master-card i have from tony.”

“how-“ you were going to ask how but another cramp hit and tears flooded your eyes as blood swirled in the bathwater.

“oh sweetheart don’t cry.” Wanda cooed seeing the water was making you upset she waved her hand and the blood disappeared from the water.

“honey i wouldn’t care if the bath was 100% blood as long as your ok. i would do anything for you.”

“we.” nat corrected “we would do anything for you.” Wanda rubbed circles over your stomach and her fingers glowed a soft red hue in the bath water as she took away some of the pain for you. you sighed in relief at her magic touch.

“and to answer your question, all it took was a little blackmail.” you laughed at her smirk.

“come one love lets get you washed up.”

when Wanda had finished scrubbing your body clean for you, you were too tired to do it yourself. nat dried you with a towel and slipped you back into your comfy and now, thanks to Wanda, clean clothes.

curling up in bed with nat, Wanda returned with food for all of you and a mountain of all different kinds of chocolate and popcorn.

“I vote we have a movie day today.” Wanda proposed. nat smiled at you and brushed the hair from your face, “id love that” she agreed “ what about you Y/n/n?”

“only if i get lots of hugs.” you mumbled in an embarrassed way that made the redheads hearts skip a beat.

“alright then.” wand climbed in beside you and put down the tray of food. “you get first pick Y/n/n” Wanda grinned and nat passed you the remote.

“here you go” you took it and placed a chocolate in your mouth. going to reach for another Wanda lightly slapped your hand away.

“food first.” she chided softly. you pouted and picked a movie. after the first 20 minutes or so you hd finished lunch and were happily curled in the arms of your girls munching chocolate. maybe you should get your period more often you thought. then another cramp hit making you keen softly. never-mind you thought. Wanda ran her magic fingers over you lower back and the pain stopped. you knew then and there your girls would always be there. you were never going to be alone again.

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Perfect / Love Won’t Die

Dominick “Sonny” Carisi x Reader • Law and Order SVU • Domestic Fluff, AFAB!Reader

Summary: Sonny happily holds the bouquet of flowers he bought for his girlfriend only for her to open the door and start crying. He immediately panics, but soon finds himself amused when she reveals the true reason for her tears. AO3

A/N: I’ve never posted any of my SVU imagines, but I had to with this one :) Happy 2024! My resolution is to post more of my work so I’m digging through all my drafts and posting them lol. Enjoy husband material Carisi <3

In all the six months you had been dating Sonny, there were never many problems that couldn’t be resolved with a simple conversation or a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As far as Sonny was concerned, it was the perfect relationship. He had gotten to know all your little habits; likes and dislikes, pet peeves, niche obsessions. Six months wasn’t exactly a super long time but it wasn’t short either. After only half a year of dating each other, he’d confidently testify that he had fallen in love with you deeply, enough to want to spend the rest of his life with you. He was happy to get married, have babies, grow old together…the whole shebang.

Things were going steady with you. He couldn’t imagine himself being with anybody else, and he was over the moon to know that you felt the samw way. Long late-night conversations about the future the two of you dreamed of revealed that you wanted him to be a part of it as much as he wanted you. Sure, Sonny was aware of how much of a (hopeless) romantic he could be sometimes, but that was in the past, and all of those relationships weren’t with the right people. His sisters had been talking his ear off ever since high school, warning him about women that would only break his heart. It made him wince just to think about all the red flags they ticked off angrily; gold-diggers, manipulators, emotionally unstable women, emotionally unavailable women…and the likes of it. That and their own broken-heart experiences that prompted very fuelled lectures of examples of men Sonny shouldn’t follow always rang in his mind, even until now.

He’d also been made well aware of how right they were about his exes with a bunch of ‘I told you so’s’ and narrowed eyes, but those relationships were in the past and he was much, much younger (and dumber) than he is now. He only had a couple of serious relationships in his adulthood, which ended up not being the right fit for either parties. Then, his love life got buried under the heavy, heavy load of police work and law school and he never found the time to make himself available in the dating pool. He was always too tired, too beat, too mentally drained. It was never a priority.

Then everything came to a stop and his whole world wouldn’t do anything but revolve around you. Sonny was smitten, like a lovesick puppy who got shot by cupid’s nuclear-powered bazooka as fate would have it.

He never felt this way about anyone in his life before, it was a feeling he relished in and was adamant on not letting go.

You were perfect.

Obviously, you had your flaws, but all only human, none of them fatal. Like how you had a habit of ordering too much food but he ends up being the one to finish it up when you realised your eyes had been bigger than your appetite — but he didn’t mind that at all, in fact he secretly loved being able to feast like a King — or how sometimes, you would arrive 10 minutes late to your dates on one of your busiest weeks, which he never complained about because he had his fair share of being unpunctual as well. Plus, you always made it up to him one way or another.

You were absolutely perfect, inside and out. Sonny thanked God everyday for sending a woman as smart, beautiful and kind as you his way. He’s never felt so lucky.

Sonny knew and loved everything about you, down to your weirdest quirks. If there was a Jeopardy! game where the topic was You, he’d be waving around his trophy like a mad man. What you didn’t tell him, he learned. It was the same way you got to know him. The two of you were always honest with each other, trust being the pillar of your relationship, it was why you got along so well. You knew how to make him happy, as he did for you.

So, why is it that you were crying as he handed you a bouquet of your favourite flowers as soon as you opened the door to your apartment?

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His sweet smile dropped to a concerned frown, uncomfortable and nervous at your sudden reaction.

There you were in front of him, dressed in your most comfortable pair of pyjama pants and an oversized tee that he was sure once belonged to him, messy hair up that he found extremely adorable. Nothing seemed out of place, except for the fact that…well, you were crying.

He always brought you flowers. Was he late? He glanced at the clock on your wall. No…was it something he said? Something he did? Something…he totally forgot about?

“Nothing- no, everything’s fine, nothing’s wrong.” You sniffed, hugging the fresh bouquet close to your chest, dipping your nose into the floral fragrance to smell it only to find that the tears had triggered an onslaught of snot. That only made you cry more.

The bubble of nerves in Sonny’s chest was bursting at this point, he was almost worried he was having a heart attack. “Doll, you’re crying, something’s wrong.”

He held out an arm to pull you into a hug and you eagerly sunk into his embrace. You buried your face into the fabric of his suit jacket, breathing in what you could of his faded perfume. His calloused hands stroked your hair, softly caressing your head as he cradled it. He gently peeled you off of him to get a better look of your face, now red and eyes puffy from sobbing.

He held your cheeks between his palms and you pouted, looking up at him with sad doe-like eyes, and if that didn’t break his heart that he must not have one because the look on your face was shattering him in every possible way right now. One of his thumbs swiped a fresh tear off your cheek, he felt you nuzzle into his hand.

The tall blond gently led you to your couch and set the flowers down on the coffee table before cuddling up with you close to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him desperately, wanting nothing more than to be absolutely engulfed by everything Sonny — scent, skin and biceps.

“You’re killing me sweetheart, you gotta tell me what’s gotten you all upset like this.” You felt him kiss the top of your head and love bloomed in your chest immediately. “Come on, doll, what’s up?”

You sighed, big and loud, huffing away all the choked up tears with one big breath. “I swear it’s nothing. I’m so stupid.”

He was quiet for a while until you felt his voice vibrate from his chest again, “Was it…me? Did I do something wrong?”

You whipped your head to look at him, only to be greeted with a very worried expression.

Oh, Sonny. Oh, sweet heavenly innocent Sonny. How could you not love this man with every fibre of your being when he’s got that look in his eyes? The one where his pupils are so dilated, you could see your reflection in his big, blue puppy eyes.

How could you have been so careless?! Of course he’d think you were crying because of him, the sweet stupid man — God, you loved him so much. The thought only made you more emotional…and just like that the waterworks came rushing back in.

“Oh, God, Sonny-“ you hiccuped, pulling yourself away from him to put your face in your hands. “I’m so sorry- it’s not your fault at all,”

The lovesick, worried-sick man shot up next to you to pull you into his arms once again, stomach churning at the wave of emotions you were going through. He couldn’t even detective his way through this, his mind going haywire with every sniff that came from you.

“Then what is it?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, “Did something happen at work? Is it that asshole again?”

With what he dealt with at his job, it wasn’t out of the question for his mind to be going down that dark path, but he shoved his anger and panic down to focus on your well-being, remaining rational until you were calm.

That made you shoot up to look at him again, words tumbling out of your mouth hurriedly to curb his worries. “No, no! I’m okay, I’m absolutely fine, Todd — that ass — didn’t do anything to me, I promise you, I swear to God. And it’s not you, it’s not anything even remotely related to anything sane at all. I don’t even know why I’m getting all worked up over a bunch of random things, it’s just so—“

“Doll.” Your boyfriend’s voice pulled you out of your rambling. The loving concern that radiated off of him was enough to bring you back to your senses. Gently, he asked again. “What is it?”

You melted immediately, both embarrassed and exhausted from all the sobbing you had been doing. “I’m on my period.”

Oh.

Oh!

“I know, I’m not usually this emotionally affected but my hormones are all over the place and my TV decided to autoplay The Notebook, now I’m a mess.” You sniffed. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen me like this, much less deal with me.”

It was only then that the detective noticed the TV screen, paused on Ryan Gosling’s frowning face.

He tried to stifle his amusement, but it came out in a fit of giggles, much to your dismay.

“It’s not funny.” You pouted.

“I just— I thought—“ His laughter consumed him, shoulders shaking as he held up his palms to his face and ran his fingers through his hair, uncaring of how it would mess it up. Sonny leaned back into the couch and continued to laugh with his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was so quiet it came out like a squeak, ashamed of how you cried like a baby in front of him. Although the two of you spent plenty times over at each other’s places and hanging out with each other, over the six months he knew you, you never had your hormones hit you this hard. It wasn’t uncommon to you, but it wasn’t a regular occurrence either, and it certainly wasn’t an event Sonny had the pleasure of experiencing…until today.

“It’s okay if you’d prefer to be at your own place right now, I totally get it. I won’t be offended in the least, okay? I’ll call you in the morning.” Some men in the past have been weirded out when this happened to you, so you weren’t lying when you said you wouldn’t be offended — it was ‘your fault’ anyway, that was what you had grown accustomed to.

But Sonny, the ever-loving and understanding guy, did not share the same view. Of course not! Raised-with-sisters, loves-his-mother, thoroughly Italian, good-Catholic-man-who-respects-women Sonny, would never in a million years ever even think about being upset with you just because your period messed with your emotions. And that’s why you weren’t sure why you were so surprised when he responded to your offer with a kiss.

This was Sonny. He would never think lowly of you because of something you couldn’t control.

“That’s crazy talk, doll.” He mumbled into the kiss, smiling as he continued to love on your lips. “I’d never leave you alone like this.”

You pulled away a bit to properly look at his face, “Really?”

This was the man your heart belonged to. You don’t know how you didn’t explode when he gave you the most charming smile that ever graced his lips.

“Really.”

Everything you were worried about solved itself into place, like sentient puzzle pieces figuring themselves out with confidence.

“You’re too good for me.”

Unabashedly, you continued to make out with your boyfriend on your couch, a newfound appreciation driving you mad with love.

“I’m only for you, babe. Don’t need anyone or anything else but you.”

———

Now that the two of you were freshened up and settled down with mugs of hot cocoa in your hands, you and Sonny were much more at ease.

There was nothing better to Sonny than to be cuddled up with his girlfriend with her head laying on his chest. You practically clung to the arm draped over your shoulder, making a nest out of his bicep for your face — which reminded him of a koala bear, but he kept that thought to himself. He was so comfortable, so happy that this was his life. His nose pressed against your hair, the scent of your shampoo reminding him of a holiday well-spent together in Mexico. Deja Vu hit him the minute he kissed your head, laughing through his nose when he remembered the events that happened just a few hours prior.

“Hey,” he nudged you with the arm you were glued to. You pulled your focus from the movie you were watching — a comedy, nothing that would make the ‘bloody demon hormones possess me’ as you put it — and raised your eyebrows curiously in response. “I’m just wonderin’…”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you cry when I gave you the flowers?”

You groaned, still somewhat embarrassed at the flurry of emotions you attacked the innocent man with. But you humoured the question anyway, “I opened the door and you were standing there, so handsome and so sickeningly charming, holding up flowers that you brought for me. You should be worried if I didn’t cry.”

“Wow,” he whistled. “I’m really that handsome, huh?”

You playfully hit him in the chest with your fist as you resumed your initial position, “Shut up.” A smirk managed to rip it’s way through your lips. “But mostly, I was crying because I was so sad that the flowers were going to die. I don’t know, just weird how my brain works on my period.”

It was a nonchalant mention, nothing big to you, but it stuck to his mind. Flowers dying made you upset. How precious was that? He catalogued the thought, filing it away for the future. The inkling of humour tempted him, though.

“So, not so much on the handsome part?”

You snorted, “Eh, I’ll give it a 60/40.”

“It should be in the news or something. ‘Guy So Handsome, Makes A Grown Woman Cry’” he gestured in the air as if there was a banner.

“How about, ‘Girl So Hormonal, Makes A Grown Man Cry With Her’?”

“Psh, I didn’t cry.”

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

You laughed, thinking he’d given it up when the sound of the movie began to fade into your hearing again.

“You should come over the precinct, tell the guys how I can make the ladies cry just by showing up at their door.”

He wore that goofy, toothy grin you were so accustomed to whenever he was joking around.

You rolled your eyes. Then decided to mess with him. “Excuse me? Ladies? Plural?”

The grin immediately wiped off of his face. “No- I meant lady, as in singular.”

“Mhmm.”

“I mean— no, that’s not what—“

“Sure, Son.” The monotonous voice you used made him sweat.

“You know you’re the only gal for me! I was just joking…hey, baby, come on, look at me…”

———

Months passed by and relationship milestones came and went. You finally met his family on month eight, and him yours. Month ten, you got a promotion at work and thankfully — not by your doing — Todd left the company. Sonny and the rest of the SVU team made a breakthrough on a case, you met his coworkers you heard so much about for the first time when he brought you along for their celebratory dinner. He was teased relentlessly for ‘keeping such a wonderful woman from us all this time’. You enjoyed the camaraderie that they shared with each other, and felt like you won a prize when they extended it to you.

Time passed by you so fast that you barely noticed it was almost a full year since you and Sonny made it official.

The day of your anniversary, he made reservations for the two of you at a fancy restaurant — Italian, of course. You reminisced the journey of your relationship together over some fine dining and a delightful bottle of wine. The ambiance, mixed with the light-headed feeling from one too many glasses of wine, only made the love you had for Sonny so much more emphasised. It was a dream, to be loved by such an amazing man, to have found your soulmate. If you weren’t at such busy points of your career, you’d literally have his babies right then and there. A couple of mini Sonny’s would do the world good, you pondered. Unbeknownst to you, the subject of your thoughts was thinking the exact same thing, only he was dreaming up a babble of mini You’s instead.

Sonny and you walked home together — he had basically moved into your apartment by now, he was finding it harder and harder to be separated from you at night. Having you next to him made him sleep better, and just generally being around you made him feel better — the two of you never made his move-in an official thing, but there was no need to. It was almost like you shared a telepathic connection. Although, Sonny being Sonny, will make the moving in an official thing whether you needed to or not. Maybe into an actual house, with a backyard and a huge kitchen and a family to raise in to make it a home. One day. Maybe even tomorrow. He’d do anything, anytime with you.

“Got you something, by the way.” He grinned, keys jangling on the doorknob as he swung it open for you.

“Sonny, you didn’t have to.” You blushed. One year together and he still had that effect on you.

“Well, I wanted to.”

While you were taking off your shoes, he used it as a distraction to take it out of the hiding spot he so carefully planned — his height being an advantage to said plan — and waddled over in his socks to where you were sitting on the couch, handing it to you once he was sat as well.

It was a daintily patterned gift bag, not too big and not too small either, with a card attached to it on the front. You carefully removed it to read his words in neat handwriting.

Happy 1 year anniversary, doll. I love you so much. You make me the luckiest man alive. My love for you will never die.

You wanted to cry, so touched by his short but undeniably sweet words. He saw how your bottom lip jutted out, the way it usually did when emotions got the best of you, and smiled to himself with a bit of pride in getting his words right.

Slowly, you pried the top of the bag open, only discovering a plastic dome. “Careful.” Your boyfriend noted.

You wondered what it was, going over all the possibilities in your head as you took it out of the bag; lava lamp, necklace, tiny bottle, lantern…only to gasp when you saw what it really was inside.

A small sphere-shaped cactus with a crown of pink flowers, placed inside a white ceramic pot with the words, ‘My love for you will never die’ engraved in cursive writing around it.

Ahhhh, here come the waterworks.

“Sonny,” your eyebrows scrunched up, lips fully pouting now. “This is the sweetest fucking gift ever.”

Your use of words didn’t go unnoticed by the smiling man, earning you a chuckle out of him. “I remember the time you cried when I brought you flowers, and you told me it was because you were sad ‘bout them dying…it’s cheesy, I know. Corny, a bit. But I thought you’d like it.”

The rising inflection of his voice gave away his nerves, but you were quick to make your appreciation known. “I do, I do! It’s just the most beautiful and thoughtful gift anyone’s ever given me. Thank you, baby. I’m- Aw…“

You choked up and he took that as his cue to pull you into his arms, careful to set the prickly plant down so you wouldn’t accidentally get hurt.

“It’s true though, my love will never die. You’re stuck with me for as long as you want me.”

“You know I’m shit at keeping plants alive, Son!” You couldn’t help the wavering in your voice, “Oh, but this is just so, so sweet. You’re just too cute for your own good.”

“Well, I was cute enough for you to accept the babbling guy who asked you out a year ago.” The giggling that followed made his blue eyes seem brighter.

“Yeah, I couldn’t say no to that face.”

You took the comfortable silence that ensued as a segue to your own offering to him, “Speaking of this cactus being put at the risk of dying, I’m gonna have to appoint someone to remind me it needs water every now and then.”

“I’m assuming that would be me?”

“Yup.” You shifted around to look through your purse. “So, I was thinking…”

Sonny narrowed his eyes at you, “Thinking…?”

You held out your palm and reached out for his, dropping a familiar weight into his hands. As soon as you pulled your hands away, the object revealed itself to be a single silver key with a brown leather strap keychain attached to the ring, ‘Det. Carisi’ engraved on one side and ‘Sonny’ on the other.

He looked up at you, meeting eager eyes that matched his own. You were practically bouncing with giddiness, excited to reach yet another milestone.

“Move in with me? Officially?”

God, you were so perfect.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

#sonny carisi #law and order svu #peter scanavino #dominick carisi #dominick sonny carisi #detective carisi #law and order svu imagine #sonny carisi x reader #carisi imagine #carisi x you #period fic

[short-honey-badger]

Cramps and Cream Pies

hellooo my JJk ladies. This may be a bit niche, but I am currently on my period and couldn't get my mind off Dead Beat Dad Toji. He's just too fine. Anyway! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings! SMUT. Period sex but it's not graphic. Shower sex. Vomit is mentioned. It's Toji. He's nothing but a red flag. Breeding Kink too.

@goth-mami-writer who giggled with me over the title ❤️

Fushiguro Toji could hear you retching from where he was lounging on the couch. It was your time of the month, and it seemed to be hitting you harder than usual. He usually wouldn’t bother with helping you, or even asking if you needed anything, but listening to you cough and groan made his chest feel tight and guilt eat at his black heart. He sighs loudly and rises from the couch when he doesn’t hear any sound coming from the bathroom after a while, worrying for his girlfriend making him move his lazy ass. 

Toji finds you curled on the floor, arm tight around your abdomen, and a pitiful expression painted on your pale face. He leans in the doorway, crossing his arms and giving you a look of sympathy, even if his words do not match his expression.

“You look like you feel like shit.” 

He is rewarded with a glare, though it’s less effective than a wet kitten. 

“Thanks, Toji,” You sneer and roll over with a groan, not wanting to look at the asshole you call a boyfriend.

“Thanks for stating the obvious.” 

The elder Fushiguro huffs and rolls his eyes at you, and then shoves off the door frame to kneel by your side. He slides a hand into your sweaty hair, blunt nails gently scraping along your scalp. You sigh and press into the touch, finding comfort in the surprisingly sweet action. 

Toji rolls his eyes at you again and slides his hand away after a moment. You whine at the loss of his touch but are soothed soon after when your lover scoops you up in those thick arms you love so much and cradles you close to his chest. You shove your face in the crook of his neck and focus on your breathing instead of the feeling of your insides twisting into a pretzel.

“Poor babygirl,” Toji coos softly and kisses the side of your head. He holds you up with one arm and reaches for the shower faucet, flicking it on and turning the knob to your preferred temperature. He checks the water after a moment and then carefully sets you down. 

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up so you don’t smell gross, anymore.” 

You pout at his mean teasing and undress as quickly as you can. You can’t deny that the hot water feels amazing when you step under the spray, and your shower gets better when Toji joins you moments later. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, his big hand splayed along your lower stomach. His other hand curls along your hip, and Toji presses his face against yours. 

Toji holds you for a while, but he is a simple man, and having you all wet and pressed against him has the mercenary’s cock swell with blood. Toji is shameless in the way he grinds against you, dick pressed into the small of your back. 

“Ya know, I heard that sex can help with those cramps. Lemme fuck you, baby,” The elder Fushiguro growls in your ear and the hand on your hip slips further around, fingers easily finding your clit and pinching the sensitive bud meanly. 

“Gah! Shit, Toji~,” You hiss his name, head falling back to rest against his chest. You open your eyes and find your lover gazing at you, green eyes half-lidded and full of desire. You nod once, easily giving in to the dark-haired man when he puts just enough pressure on your clit to make your legs tremble. 

“Mhmm. You’re such a good girl, baby. Gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock,” Toji mouths at your ear, teeth catching the lobe and nipping it harshly. He nudges your feet apart, dropping the arm that he has around your waist so that he can push you forward and down at the waist. He grabs his cock, guiding his length forward to slide the fat head of his dick through your folds. 

Your hands find the shower wall, holding yourself up as Toji parts your pussy and bullies his way inside your cunt. Your lover is thick, so the stretch is a bit painful, but it only enhances the pleasure that Toji gives you. He lets you adjust for only a second before he starts up a brutal pace, cock dragging along your walls and relieving that awful pressure that has bothered you all day. 

Toji grips your hip, fucking you back on his cock as he grits his teeth. You are tight, feeling like molten lava around his dick, and Toji never wants to leave. He leans down, lips finding your ear as he snarls filthy promises into your ear. 

“I’ll make sure that you miss your next period, yeah? You want that, Mama? You want me to fuck a baby in you?” 

You nod franticly, your body on fire as your orgasm finally crests and shatters through you. Your wall constricts, squeezing his cock like a vice, and Toji curses loudly, the suddenness of you coming dragging him down with you. You milk his cock, hungry for more, and your lover eagerly gives it to you, grunting and hissing like a damn animal until his spent dick slips from your puffy folds.

You feel much better, your insides and womanly bits having settled down for now, and the two of you catch your breath, only yelp when thick fingers find your clit, rubbing harshly and causing you to jolt forward. You turn and look at Toji, feeling dread well up when you catch the wicked look on his face. He pulls you in close for an awkward kiss over your shoulder and then reaches behind him with his free hand to adjust the cooling water.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you baby?” He rumbles and smirks against your mouth, “You’re wrong if you don’t think I’m not going to stuff you full.”

#reader insert #fanfic #fluff #jjk fic #jjk smut #toji fic #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji fushigro x reader #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #anime smut #period sex #period cramps #period fic #jujitsu kaisen

[thornsnvultures]

Vampire!Eddie massaging your back with his icy cold hands when your cramps are really bad. His firm touch works wonders, rubbing the tightness away as your hips rock back and forth over his face. His lips and jaw are coated in blood and slick, wet and messy as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you. They help minimize the pain as well, your mind going blank, melting from the overwhelming pleasure his lips and tongue bring you. The delicious suction of his lips on your clit, his tongue lapping you up from the inside so he can drink you all the way down. The way his fangs graze your delicate lips, just scratching the surface of pain but he's so careful to not take more from you than you can give him. Your arms shake from the effort of holding yourself up as you cry out again and again. When you're spent and limp, laying in his arms, Eddie wipes his face clean and peppers your face with kisses. You can smell copper and the earthy, sweet scent of your cunt on his breath. "So beautiful, angel," he whispers, lips pressed to your forehead, his arms wrapped tight around you. "Thank you for the delicious feast." It should unsettle you, but you just feel safe, warm even surrounded by his cold, lifeless touch.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size!reader #eddie munson smut #vampire!eddie munson #vampire!eddie #my fics #my hcs #period fic #tw menstruation #tw blood #tw blood drinking

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Bleeding Heart ||

Pairing: Frank Castle X female reader

Rating: E 18+

Tags/warnings: period pain, period sex, period hangups, unprotected sex, thigh riding, Frank's a big caring hunk of love.

A/n: I had already done a Matt 'period piece' so it was time for Frank, plus I'm very sore atm and need this 🥺

As he watched you get ready for work from the bed, it didn't take long for him to notice that something was wrong. Of course he knew you loved your sleep but the way you reluctantly dragged yourself from the covers and trudged between the bedroom and bathroom, he could see you were in pain from the way you carried your body. When you necked a couple of painkillers that just confirmed it.

"You're staying home today."

You turn around blearily, "wha?"

"Phone work and tell them you're not comin' in."

"I'm fine!" you protest, if slightly pathetically.

"No, you're stayin' here with me."

"Frank I can't just-"

You see the grit in his expression. "Do it or I'll do it for ya."

You roll your eyes and do as he asks, secretly relieved you could have some time to rest. Frank tells you to put your pyjamas back on. He throws back the covers and you crawl back into bed and lay on top of him, your thighs on either side of one of his, burrowing your head in the space between his neck and shoulder.

"Where are you hurtin'? Is your back sore baby?"

You hum and nod, melting into the big warm mass of his body as he starts gently rubbing and kneading his hands into your lower back, and its not long before you're dozing off in his arms.

You wake yourself with your own moan, suddenly very aware of hot, wet throbbing between your legs as your hips absently grind against something firm.

You crack open an eye and things start to come back into focus. Frank's looking down at you, a sly smirk on his lips.

"Nice dream, huh?" He teases. Your cheeks suddenly feel hot and you bury your face again so you don't have to look at him. You didn't really know why you felt embarrassed about it, he'd seen you a lot more desperate before, maybe it was just because you felt a bit more vulnerable on your period.

"Aw don't stop on my account. C'mon, I know it feels good." His huge hands press into your hips and encourage you to keep moving against his thigh and you can't suppress the little noise that escapes you as you let your body move for him, pressing up off your hands to sit up. '''sides, you told me orgasms were good for the pain, remember..." He coaxes you to continue chasing your sleepy high, one hand on your ass and the other sliding up underneath your shirt over your back.

You nod, "I did, they are... oh-" you start moving your hips faster and Frank keeps holding you steady against him. You can feel his cock pressing against the front of your hip and try sneaking a hand down to brush against him but he stops you.

"Nah, don't you worry bout me, you take what you need sweetheart. Be a good girl f'me."

As soon as he starts with the praise you are gone. You close your eyes as you move, drawing ever closer to release, your fingers curling around the sheets. Frank loves seeing you like this. If he could pinpoint what turns him on the most it would be this switch, the moment where you swung from feeling a little self conscious, to unabashedly taking control of your pleasure with both hands. You take hold of his arm, guiding his hand to your breasts for him to caress, squeeze and pinch. He touches his free hand to your neck, his thumb stroking along your jaw towards your chin. His cock twitches as he only barely has to brush over your lips for your mouth to drop open obediently and your tongue to flatten against it. Your lips close around his thumb and you suck between your rising moans. He feels you squeeze around his leg, your movements becomingly increasingly erratic as you crest. When he flexes his thigh muscles beneath you it's all over, shuddering, gasping and whining his name as your orgasm floods your body with endorphins and you feel the warm release of slick and blood as you ride his thigh, gradually slowing the roll of your hips and breathing heavily with the effort.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he muses, stroking his hands down your sides as you come back to him, your eyes dark with hunger as they meet his. As you lay off to the side of him, your hand creeps it's way up his thigh.

"You feel better? Can I do somethin' else for ya?" he asks, even though your arousal is still written all over your face as you nod. But even so, you look a bit unsure.

"I- will you-" you stutter, the words just won't come out. Frank has to say it for you.

"I'll fuck you baby, is that what you need, huh?"

You dip your head. Years of ingrained shame winning over something that should be perfectly natural - is perfectly natural.

"it's all... the blood and everything, you don't have to -"

He stops you right there, with lips soft on your forehead then on your own, his eyes kind. "D'ya think I care about the blood? Anyways, that's what we got a shower for." He gets up to retrieve an old towel from the laundry basket, spreading it on the bed. "Where d'ya want me angel?" he asks, peeling off his sweatpants.

You just stare at him for a beat, until your brain catches up with what he's doing.

"Don't care, just want you." you respond, base desire kicking in and mesmerised as ever as his cock springs up and smacks against his stomach.

He chuckles and pats the towel. "C'mon and lay down then pretty girl."

You shimmy off your ruined underwear leaving it on the floor before you lie down on the bed. You keep your knees pressed together and Frank runs his palm slow up and down the outside of your thigh reassuringly. "Hey now, you're not gonna be worried bout any of that in a minute," he leans forward kissing you deep, his talented tongue distracting you from any residual self-consciousness as he slips his hand between your legs to spread them apart and settle between them. "Let me take care of you." he says, sitting back to rub the head of his cock teasingly over your clit before he's pushing it down between your slick inner labia to press against your entrance.

"Frank!" you whine as he stays exactly where he is. Impatient and horny, you hook your leg and your arms around him taking him a little by surprise as you pull him sharply forward into you. Sometimes in your haze of lust you forget just how big he is, and this is one of those times. You cry out at the initial burn and Frank grits his teeth as your cunt squeezes him like a vice. It feels like you're splitting apart as his cock spears all the way inside, bumping against your cervix.

"Shit baby, fuck! Slow down..slow down." He's full of care and concern as he remains still until he feels you relax, and it makes your heart jump.

You reach up to run your fingers through his hair and he noses your cheek. "M'sorry, I know I'm greedy."

He shakes his head and smiles. "I just don't wanna hurt ya. You good?"

The discomfort quickly gives way to the warm, satisfying sensation of having him so very close to you. "Yea, I'm good," you answer, tilting your hips and moving slow, experimentally, letting go of a deep sigh as the long drag of his cock stokes the heat within you again. He takes over, so gentle with you this morning, he knows exactly what you crave when you're like this, sometimes knowing what you need even better than yourself. He's the full spectrum and it constantly has you pinching yourself to check you're not in a dream. He could rail you rough and raw on a rooftop without breaking a sweat, or be so intimate making love to you with such tenderness like he was now.

You reach up to kiss him as he rocks sweetly into you. "Did I tell you I love you?"

He smiles, "every day baby."

"Well, here it is again. I fucking love you."

He chuckles, tracing the side of your face with his fingers. "this you gettin' all soft on me?"

You give him an incredulous look, "I'm always soft on you Castle."

"Mm, I've got the scratches to prove that ain't so..." he grins as you playfully push at him. "I fuckin' love you too sweetheart."

He keeps up the fluid, languid roll of his hips, pushing little addictive gasps of pleasure from your throat. "Love you," he repeats, "so much." his softly whispered words only adding to the growing tendrils of bliss spreading their way throughout your body. The intensity of the feeling ramps up as he lifts your leg higher and drives deeper, you tilt your head back and close your eyes, exposing your neck for him to shower kisses along as he hits the perfect spot within you.

"mm yeah, oh there, oh fuck Frank, right there..."

"That feel good honey?"

"S'good, s'good!" you moan and not-so-silently pray that he never stops making you feel this way, feeling his smile against your skin and the promise that he'll do his best if you'll do the same.

You're asking him if he's close and the truth is he's losing his mind over how you feel. So hot, tight, and slicker than you've ever been but he just nods and tries to focus on you. He knows you're just teetering on the edge, arching and pushing up against his body and ready to come apart.

"mm Frank..."

"I've gotcha." he growls, the rhythm of his thrusts steady as his fingers slide down between you to your clit, circling tight and raking your moans higher. You pull him impossibly close and he feels you tense and coiled underneath him for an instant, your body taking everything he can give you, and then, the sweet release happens. And god damn, the sounds you make and the way your pussy clenches around him, you make him want to live in this moment for fucking ever as he groans and spills inside you. He doesn't quit until he's sure you've had enough, until the shivers of your pleasure start to fade and you're telling him okay, okay.

After a quick shower you're both back in bed, and there's nothing but the soft hush of your breathing for a long while. Then, the gentle sounds of his lips kissing every bit of you he can reach. And then, giggles that quickly rise to laughter as his scruffy stubble tickles against your sensitive skin.

"Feelin' any better doll?"

You're curled up with his arm draped over you, idly stroking your lower belly.

"So, so much."

"Alright. Gonna look after ya today, anything you need you just holler, I'll come runnin'."

He's always such a big soft puppy afterwards, and it makes your heart melt. You ruffle his damp hair and he retaliates by kissing you almost breathless.

"Can we have pancakes for breakfast, hm?" It's a pointless question as you already know the answer, but you love how his eyes light up when you mention it.

"Hell yeah, you know I ain't ever gonna say no to that." After one more kiss he's throwing the covers back and you're watching him walking about butt naked in the kitchen except for your waist apron, making coffee and mixing batter with a wink thrown your way.

"I fucking love you Frank."

"I fuckin' love you too."

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[lokisrealpurpous]

cramps

loki x reader with endometriosis

warnings: mention of blood, mentions of periods, extremely bad period pain.

lokis fiancé has always struggled with her endometriosis, the pain leading her every month to passing out, throwing up or sometimes even in hospital and he dreaded knowing there was nothing he could do, but he finds a way.

this is for all my endometriosis girlies , as someone who has it themselves I wish it was spoke about more and that doctors didn't neglet it so much, getting forced to go on the pill and never given a remedy since 10yrs old is a horrible experience. My heart goes out to you all. If you'd like more like this, maybe small headshots of him looking after you in hospital or how he reacts when you faint, then please send requests or comment x

Loki's pov

I had arrived late from the mission I had so desperately been trying to get back from after seeing the 4 missed calls and 18 text messages left from my fiancé. I couldn't check the messages, being in a jet so high up there was only little WiFi, which was all being used by stark, so I sat in the back anxiously, merely muttering a word as i begged the trusted gods above me to keep her safe before I get to her.

I knocked gently before bursting into our bedroom, I was frantic and worried, adrenaline rushing through my veins before I stilled, seeing her lay on the bed, curled around a hot water bottle. Her face was flushed red, and her teeth were gritted. Her hair was a mess, and the blankets her tangled around her. The pill bottle on the side was empty, and the sickbowl on the other was not.

"heya dove..."

I whisper, slowly coming up beside the bed, pulling down some of the blanket that covered her pale but flustered face teasingly before sitting beside her, bringing her weak form in my arms and kissing her forehead.

"is it your cramps?"

I whisper again, running my hands through her knotted hair, untangling it gently.

She nods slowly against my chest, finally looking up at me so I could see her entire face. It was tearburnt and swollen.

"Oh darling..."

I take her face in my hands, rubbing her cheek softly with my thumb. I lift her up, bringing her further into my lap and wrapping my arms around her waist as they find her lower abdomen, I massage the area gently while kissing her neck.

"This good?"

I mumble and she nods again, leaning against my chest. I felt the guilt twist in my stomach that I wasn't able to get here earlier during her flare up, I was proud she managed to find her medication and get herself a sickness bowl, but the thought of her having to do all that while in absolute agony, then to be sick without me to hold her hair and rub her stomach, i never wanted to leave her side again.

"I was fine."

I hear her croak out.

"I don't always need my knight in shining armour my love, I know how to take care of myself."

I let a sigh of relief before kissing her neck, still massaging her lower stomach.

"I know princess, I just worry."

She chuckles, turning her head up to kiss my lips, then laying between my legs, her head resting on my chest, humming as I eased the tension in her belly.

It didn't take long for her fall asleep on top of me, and not long for myself either once switching off the crystal lamp beside us.

your pov 2:27am

I sat up, taking in the shadows of darkness that surrounded me as I reached across my lover's body to turn on the bedside lamp.

my hand flies to my mouth as I let out a groan of pain, not at all wanting to wake loki up, then slipping out of his embrace towards the bathroom until I realised the sheets and my brand new baby-pink nightgown.

'shit shit shit'

I mutter, stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, clutching onto my stomach as tears begin to well in my eyes.

I cover my mouth with both my hands now, pressing hard to stop the sobs escaping. The pain was unbearable as I held onto my dresser, my new gown and sheets were stained crimson, loki layed right next to the mess on our mattress, I had no medication left and I would not make it down the stairs to make myself a bottle.

wake him up.

I kept telling myself, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.

Before I could act upon a single thought, however, a wave of nausea crashed over me as the pain stabbed at my stomach, feeling as if my uterus was collapsing in on itself. I desperately ran to the toilet, holding onto the seat and puking into the bowl. My stomach churned and tightened as I gagged.. another meal rising up my throat.

Every spiralling worry stopped when I felt his hands run through my hair, pulling it out my face and using the band that was in just in his hair to tie mine in a tight ponytail.

He knelt beside me, rubbing my back and whispering things I couldn't make sense of at the moment with the pain still cursing me.

"Loki..."

I sob, gagging over the toilet but not being sick.

He continued rubbing, kissing my head and making sure I'm sat comftable, I didn't even realise how he had put me in his lap.

"nghh.."

I groan, holding onto my stomach, my hands gripping and the area and pulling and pushing, I didn't know what I was doing but I just wanted the pain off... I couldn't bare it...

"Lokiiiiii"

I groan again, my voice strained in pain.

"P...please"

My voice cracks, tears spilling down my cheeks. Once he realised my scratching hands, he pulled them away slowly, replacing them with his own and massaging again.

I let out a whimper of pain.

"Shhh shh shh... trust me my darling, just relax"

He coos, rocking me side to side in his arms.

My eyes suddenly widen as I feel his palms heat up to the perfect temputure as he continues kneeding my skin.

I whine, leaning against him, the pain fading with every movement of his huge hands that now had mine wrapped around them. He dosent stop, just whispering words of affirmation in my ears and swaying me with himself as my eyes began to flutter shut, my body finally feeling at ease and calm.

"That's it..."

I hear him whisper as he lifts me in his arms, hands still on my belly..

"You're okay love, ive got you"

He says as he lies me in a bed, the sheets changed and fresh, and a new nightgown dressing my body with the flash of a small green light.

How he does it I will never know but I do know that him, and his mother's parenting, will always be there to guide me through terrible nights like this.

"I love you Lo..." I whisper as I feel my body sink into the mattress and a kiss on my lips, large arms wrapping around my waist.

"I love you more, my darling.."

He replies with another kiss, then turns the lamp off, keeping his hands on my abdomen throughout the early morning till dawn.

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[whats-it-mean]

Period cramps? Never fear, the great 707 is here ☆

i just got my period and i am n o t having it and yknow what i want. i want someone to give me blankets and hot chocolate and tea and hsdksjdl. Also the mysmes brainrot is real so why not combine the two !! its a bit short today but im tired so whatcha gonna do

C/W - Reader is suggested to be AFAB (it's a period comfort fic, what did you expect) but no pronouns or specific gender

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

Although he ultimately struggled to express it sometimes, Seeing you all bundled up on the couch, face scrunched up in discomfort, he could feel his own mood souring. You had your nose buried in whatever manga you’d wrapped yourself up in this time, but your focus was all over the place with how much your abdomen hurt. There was no way to think straight through the pain, no matter how much you tried to ignore it, and it bothered him almost as much as it bothered you. It had been a bit since he had slipped out through the entryway with a promise to return soon, with the grin on his face that only meant he was up to something, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to pay too much mind to it.

After about a half hour of you sitting on the couch, stomach aching and barely even reading your book anymore, the jingle from the doorway ensuring your boyfriends return had you directing your gaze to the hallway that led to the door, where said red-haired boy poked his head around the corner, watching you for a reaction.

“Seven…?” You asked, confusion evident on your face as you stared at him, manga now forgotten as it lay abandoned at your side.

He smiled at you, eyes closed while he beamed. “I got you a couple things~” He said, reaching out a hand to showcase the full shopping bag that dangled from his arm.

“Eh--? Why did you--”

He strode over to you, sitting down on the floor next to the couch you sat on as he shushed you, before turning to open the bag. He seemed rather proud of himself as he pulled it open, reaching in and handing you a freshly bought, fluffy blanket in your favorite color, offering it to you with the cutest grin on his face.

“I got you a better blanket, some extra supplies, some hot chocolate…” As he spoke, he laid each item out in a pile, eyeing you from time to time to make sure you were watching him and his little performance. “I got you a heating pad too, Jaehee mentioned once that those are useful. Do you want me to make you the hot chocolate now, or wait a bit?”

You stared at him, completely still as you watched him stare right back, puppy dog eyes on full display. “W- What is… Why……?”

He grinned at you as if it was obvious. Leave it to Seven to make you feel stupid even on your period. “You looked uncomfy, so I wanted to help~ Is that okay?”

Well, how are you meant to say no to that?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───  End

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[mintsbubbletea]

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 -𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 1,100

Contains: AFAB Reader, no pronouns used, Pills, period, period blood, cramps, kissing, oral f receiving, breasts, cursing,

Proof read and Edited

You found yourself in class, slouched over your desk, trying to maintain composure despite the intense cramps stabbing at your uterus. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead as you took deep breaths. Normally, you could handle the pain, but this week it had intensified, making it difficult to move without experiencing discomfort.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Momo asked, kneeling in front of your desk and placing a comforting hand on your back, sensing your pain. You lifted your head, your face drained of color and sweat glistening on your forehead. "What do you think?" you snapped, wincing in pain. Momo bit her lip, concern evident in her eyes as she observed you. "I'm sorry," you mumbled, and she rubbed your back gently. "It's okay. I understand. Have you taken any painkillers?" she inquired, reaching into her bag. "No, I ran out last night and didn't have time to get more."

"Here, take these," she said, handing you two white pills and a water bottle. Slowly, you swallowed one of the pills, washing it down with water. You sighed, offering a small appreciative smile to Momo. "Thank you. Hopefully, it will help." Momo nodded before returning to her seat. "Of course. I hope you feel better," she said, resuming her place.

By the end of the day, you finally made it to your bed, collapsing onto it without even bothering to remove your uniform, shoes, or bag. All you wanted was to sleep it off. After only 20 minutes of sleep, a knock on the door jolted you awake. "I'm coming in," Denki's voice came from behind the door before he entered the room. "Y/n," he greeted with a playful giggle, closing the door behind him as he approached you. "Shut up," you mumbled, feeling him remove your shoes. "Let me help," he offered, taking off your bag and then your uniform. He sat you up and handed you a pair of shorts and a shirt. Unbuttoning your shirt, he helped you take it off, and as you looked up at him, a small pout formed on your plump lips.

"Do you still feel pain?" Denki inquires, leaning down to kiss you. You nod gently, expressing that it still hurts a lot. He tenderly holds your face and plants a few kisses on your cheek. "Let's make you comfortable first, and then I'll help with the pain," he says, removing your bra and causing your nipples to harden in the cool air. Denki does his best to ignore them as he helps you put on a shirt, being careful with your arms. He gently guides you back onto the bed, removing your skirt and leaving you in your underwear. He then slips the shorts on you before he takes off his shoes, and joins you in bed, wrapping his arms around your stomach and applying pressure to ease your cramps.

You hum softly as you lean against his chest, closing your eyes and enjoying his presence. After a few minutes, you feel kisses on your neck, soft and gentle, making their way up to your ear. "Let me make you feel better," he whispers. You give him a questioning look, as you've never had sex during your period and were too shy to ask if he found it strange. "Really?" you ask. Denki nods, kissing your cheeks. "Of course. Mina told me that orgasms can help with cramps, and since you're in a lot of pain, I wanted to do what I can to help," he explains, his hand sliding under your shirt to cup your breasts while he continues to kiss your neck.

You bite your lip, unable to hide your smile, and nod in agreement to his suggestion. "Okay," you whisper, and with that, he flips you onto your back and positions himself on top of you. His lips meet yours in a passionate and quick rhythm. He opens your legs, and you immediately grind against his growing erection. Denki lifts your shirt, exposing your breasts, and his mouth latches onto one, sucking on your sensitive nipple, causing a soft whimper to escape your lips. He swirls his tongue around your nipple before moving to the other breast, continuing to suck on it while his hands find their way to your shorts.

He removed your shorts and panties, leaving you exposed. Nervously, you closed your legs to prevent him from seeing. Noticing your legs closed, he pulled away from your breasts. "What's wrong?" he asked, stopping. Your lips trembled as you bit them. "Are you sure you want to…" your voice trailed off. Denki swiftly grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together. "I'm very sure," he said between kisses. "We can always stop if you don't want to continue. Plus, it's just blood, babe. It won't hurt to have a little taste, right?" he smirked playfully, causing you to cover your face and laugh.

"Okay, okay. I love you," you said as he kissed you once more. "I love you more," he whispered as you opened your legs, his body shifting down as he lay on his stomach, face to face with your pussy. He softly kissed your inner thigh, wrapping his arms under your thighs and parting them further. He gazed up at you before his tongue finally touched your throbbing clit.

As his tongue swirled around your clit, soft moans escaped your lips and your hips bucked up in pleasure. He gazed up at you, his eyes fixed on your face to witness the beautiful sounds you made for him. A small smirk formed on his lips, relishing in the way you squirmed under him. You couldn't resist grabbing his hair as your back arched and your moans grew louder, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. "Fuck Denki" you whined, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. His tongue moved faster, intensifying your ecstasy.

Your legs trembled as you reached the peak, but he held them down, continuing to pleasure you with his mouth. Your eyes closed as you climaxed, your body arching and trembling in delight. Denki slowed down as you caught your breath, your eyes opening to see him pulling away from your pussy. His chin and bottom lip were coated in blood, and you blushed, unsure if you found it embarrassing or sexy. "I- Thank you," you managed to say, still breathless. Denki wiped his mouth with his sleeve and grinned playfully. "Anytime, baby cakes. How about we hit the showers and have some more fun?" he suggested. You nodded eagerly, and he helped you sit up. "Let's go."

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[acourtofladydeath]

Poly+ ACOTAR Week Day 2: Comfort

Nesta has always struggled with more intense cycles than most, and when she became fae it only got worse. Thankfully, her mates Azriel and Cassian are there to take care of her.

Based on my headcanon that Nesta has endometriosis, which became more intense after she went through the Cauldron.

Have some Nessriel hurt/comfort fluff for @polyacotarweek day 2. Start reading below the cut, and read the full fic on AO3 here!

When Nesta rolled out of bed that morning her body felt sluggish, tired even after a full night's sleep. But warriors, especially Valkyrie’s, didn’t let anything keep them from training. She held in her groan as she sat up, trying not to wake Azriel. The male could sleep until the second before training started, still make it on time, and be one of the most alert people there.  Cassian had awoken and left the bed almost an hour ago, preferring to have extra time for his hair and breakfast routine. Nesta fell somewhere in the middle. She allowed herself only the exact amount of time it took her to pull on her leathers, braid her hair, grab a quick snack from the House, and make it to the training ring.  Each step she took felt heavier than the last, and her arms ached from what was typically the easy task of taming her hair. If that wasn’t a sign that something about this day would be different, the House providing Nesta with a pan au chocolat instead of her regular oats with berries definitely was.  Groaning at the realization of what the House was trying to tell her, Nesta decided that she would pretend like it wasn’t happening and accept the House’s gift as a token of friendship and not the warning it was. This was her first mistake. The second mistake was heading up to train with the Valkyries and her mates.  Training was horrible. Azriel and Cassian kept an eye on Nesta as she faltered slightly. Not enough that any of the usual priestesses training with them would notice, but these males were finely in tune with their mate’s abilities and they noticed the subtle differences. Toward the end of practice Emerie and Nesta sparred. When Emerie actually managed to land a gut punch Nesta had been properly defending for years, both females immediately stopped.  Nesta stood hunched over, fighting for her breath through the pain that radiated through her body. In an instant, Emerie was by her side.  “Fuck Nes, are you okay? I didn’t think I hit that hard, I’m so sorry.” Emerie grabbed Nesta’s arm and helped her to sit on the ground. It took several moments before Nesta could gasp in a full breath. She felt the stares of her mates from across the training ring, and sensed their concern flow down their shared bonds. Cassian and Azriel respected her enough to know that she could handle her own training, even if she took a bad hit. They wouldn't approach unless she was too injured to respond or she asked for them. Instead of getting up as she usually did, Nesta curled further in on herself. The scent of blood filled the ring, and Cassian could no longer keep himself from helping his mate. Within moments he was kneeling beside Nesta and Emerie at the edge of the ring. 

Finish reading on AO3 here!

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[buckybarnesb-tch]

Hey idk if you'd do this but bucky barns x reader who has bad period cramps and how he'd help hcs? Xx

Bucky’s Girl on her Period Headcanons

•Bucky is very considerate when it comes to your period, he never wants you to be in pain

•It took you a while to express your discomfort, especially before you two were sexually active, though he can always tell when you’re not feeling well and he tries to help you

•He was almost like a puppy, he knows you’re not feeling well and he tries to bring you things you like, at first he brought you your favorite meal from the place down the street but he would bring it while you were bloated and nauseous which would annoy you, then he would end up worrying that you’re not eating since he knows you, you love to eat…he quickly learned not to say that though as you immediately took it to mean he thought you were fat

•Your mood swings confuse him to no end and right when he thinks he has an understanding of your mood, you’re crying

•He snuggles you whenever you get weepy and it’s his favorite time oddly enough because when you cry you get snuggly and when you get snuggly you get tired and fall asleep on his chest, making him feel like he’s made you feel better, at least enough to rest

•When you finally express why you’re not feeling well it seemingly registers to him all of the times you were clearly uncomfortable but brushed it off

•He does research on the internet that night for hours, learning everything that’s going on with your body (since men in his time weren’t taught about this subject) but also trying to figure out common ways he could help, if not just to make you feel less moody if he couldn’t relieve your pain

•He took some things he learned online too literally so the first time he goes shopping for you he gets way too much, coming home with 6 boxes of tampons (all the correct brand and size which impressed and surprised you), 2 plastic bags full of 15 different kinds of chocolate, and 8 new stuffed animals

•He expressed to you instantly that it doesn’t bother him that you have your period and he can’t believe that there are men in the world that are so uncomfortable with something so natural that they’ve made his Princess feel like she needs to hide it from him lest he be disgusted by you, Fuck that

•He sets to making you feel comfortable right away, getting you your heating pad and setting a nest up on the couch, turning on your favorite movie and snuggling you close, massaging your lower back

•Bucky downloads a period tracking app on his phone and fills in the dates and symptoms he notices and that you express so that he can tell around the time that it’s going to happen; from that moment on he is always prepared for that time of the month, and if he’s not prepared at least he’s never confused when it happens

•He has a secret stash in his closet of a box full of chocolate, he also keeps several boxes of the tampons you prefer to use since you always seem to forget to buy them on time, though whenever you need it he always surprises you by being willing to go to the store and buy them for you if he’s all out

•Bucky was truly stunned at the fact that men wouldn’t go to the store to get tampons for their women, a women that you’re in love with, a women that’s in love with you, a women that is going through something that men will never have to suffer through and they don’t have enough compassion to go get them the only thing they really need? The Sergeant doesn’t consider himself a ‘good man’ in any sense but Bucky doesn’t understand modern men at all

•One thing Bucky noticed is that you seem to be in quite a bit of pain almost every month, and upon asking you explained you have worse cramps than normal women, often being debilitating for you to the point that you can’t stand up straight; it took some time to convince him that you’ve already been to the doctor and that physically your okay, there’s nothing that can be done to fix it, you just have to suffer, he doesn’t appreciate that answer

•Bucky mutes your phone at this time of the month, telling Tony whenever he calls with a request or Fury when he calls with a mission to fuck themselves, his Princess is in pain and he needs to take care of you

•He gets Banner to get you a script for some stronger pain meds for when you desperately need them, not willing to give them to you all the time but at least to be able to sleep at night or have a nap when the pain is really bad

•There is a hall closet full of blankets and pillows for use when he builds you a nest to sleep in so you don’t have to move, Bucky actually finds that he enjoys caring for you, it makes him feel useful and loved when you look up at him with your big beautiful Y/EC eyes and smile at him

•About 6 months after you start dating, Tony clears out and gives you and ‘Your Cyborg’ your own floor in the tower to stay in and Bucky fixes up a whole room with a large nest of your blankets on top of a king sized mattress that sits on the floor in front of a TV, it has an air conditioner, a bathroom full of products and a basket in the edge of your nest that he always keeps stocked with chocolate and snacks; this is mostly so he doesn’t have to keep setting up the ‘nest’ over and over since you enjoy it at all times of the month, and it’s so big your beefy soldier boyfriend can fit into it with you and all of the stuffies he bought you before and after you told him about your period (the fact that Bucky believed the way to make you feel better when you were ‘sick’ was to buy you stuffed animals touches your heart in a special way, he’s the worlds greatest assassin and still your sweet teddy bear)

•You often find yourself getting a massage, either your lower back or even better your crampy tummy, appreciating the relief his inhumanly strong hand brings to you, the massage is often necessary to help you sleep at night and he rubs your stomach until you drift off to sleep at night

•It took a bit of time for the Soldier to allow your flesh to be touched by his vibranium hand however as he realized he was able to use it to help your hot flashes he tried to relax himself enough to allow you to hold it; Bucky now even enjoys watching you wrap your body around his metal arm which never warms up, the metal staying constantly cool which allows you to get some relief from the hot flashes

•For being a man from the 40s Bucky is very sweet and attentive when it comes to your time of the month, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain so seeing you in what is basically unnecessary pain is something he’s strongly driven to relieve for you

•Bucky is the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, never having expected him to be the kind of man comfortable buying feminine hygiene products at the store for you, you appreciate him more than ever and you are damn sure he will not be getting away from you any time soon

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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[heartririmu]

LUXIEM BOYS & READER ON THEIR PERIOD

pet names, gn afab reader. tw: blood mention & slightly suggestive content (shu and vox)

a/n: i just.. think they’re neat. this got super long bro LMAOOO. anyways periods suck ass hope y’all r well ily

Luca

— surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) very attentive and knowledgeable on what to do when your time of the month hits

— pads? tampons? he’d gotten those stocked up in bulk weeks in advance, don’t even worry babe. they come in all types of brands and even for specific needs (heavier flow, specific ones for overnight use, etc)

— he’s sending your favorite snacks and plushies of your favorite characters in a care package to your house in under an hour

— luca’s a good boy. he doesn’t get too upset if you need your space to deal with your pain, but he’s also one who wants to stay near you the entire time (something something overprotective puppy boy something something)

— also he’s got towels and such to put on the bed if you just wanna lay there and fight through your cramps that way

— heating pads? he’s got em. a warm water bottle? he’s also got that too! another way to warm up though is to just let him rest his hands against your tummy and hips, luca naturally runs very warm and it’s pretty soothing for your cramps

— stays with you as long as you need him to. he’ll be there to hold your hand and whisper comforting words as long as you need, mafia duties be damned because for the foreseeable week, luca is all yours

— “eh? work? don’t worry ‘bout that, i took the day off.. and maybe the rest of the week. you’re more important right now, alright? just relax, babe.”

Mysta

— he orders all the stuff you need via online, because he’d be too flustered to go out and buy them in person

— mysta knows what a period is and he understands the basics of it, however he does not like that it occurs monthly and he feels really bad that you have to experience it :(

— “seems kind of shit that your body wants you to have kids when you don’t want that. fuck periods, dude.”

— he cannot handle blood at all, he’d get so dizzy if he caught sight of it. if your relationship is still relatively new and you bleed onto the bed, you’re on your own for cleanup i’m sorry 😭

— he’s a sweet boy, really! it’s just he’s never really had to deal with that sort of thing before you?? it’s a new experience and it scares him sometimes

— if you want cuddles, then mysta is down 100%! anything you need to feel comfy and ease your pain he’ll do

— he runs naturally colder than others do, so if you need a heating pad he’ll get you a hot water bottle and other things like that instead.. but if you don’t mind his coolness then he’s all over you for some comforting snuggles

— when your cramps get so bad you cry he’s there to wipe your tears and hold you against him til they subside enough for you to move properly again

Ike

— ABSOLUTE KING! he takes care of everything like you legit do not even have to get up for most of the day bc he’s got you

— he brings any hygiene items you need to you directly, and he makes you food + warm drinks to soothe your cramps

— ike gets insanely flustered when buying pads or tampons for you, but he would do so anyways because he wants things to be as easy as possible for you

— HE READS TO YOU OMG!! he’d read some classic poetry or old children’s books.. something simple and soft toned that can put you to sleep

— he 110% refuses to let you do any work whilst you’re on your period. the pain is unbearable he’s sure, so you should rest instead of stressing yourself out with work!

— legit he does your work for you if it’s extremely pressing, ike would never allow you to work if you felt physically incapable

— “dearest, please. is it really that important for you to finish this document today? .. okay. let me see, i’ll finish it for you. go on and get some sleep, alright?”

— he makes sure to have an abundance of your favorite snacks and foods available for you whenever you want

— strokes your legs/hips to comfort you. he’s a touchy boy, but he doesn’t want to be overly affectionate just in case you don’t feel comfortable with being smothered

— also if you have mood swings or cry easily during your period, he’s the most equipped to deal w/ it

— like you start sobbing/tearing up, and ike is at your side IMMEDIATELY, cupping your face in his hands and wiping at your tears with his thumbs whilst cooing sweet words and shushing you

— “it’s alright, dearest. i know it’s uncomfortable, i’m sorry, i’ve got you. do you need anything? painkillers? on it.. you’ll have to let me go so i can grab them, though—”

Vox

— ough talk about being in good hands

— mans been alive for, well… forever? he knows a thing or two abt periods

— vox has stocked up on months worth of pads and tampons etc, all for your comfort

— he’s not super physical when you’re on your period unless you ask him to be? it’s not that he doesn’t want to touch you, it’s just that vox worries about causing you more pain somehow

— ^ illogical self deprecating thoughts about how he’s a demon and a monster, but he really can’t help it lol.. please reassure him that you want him to be near you :(

— he reads or sings to you if you’d like, his voice is such a big comfort ❤️ he could put you to sleep with it though so make sure you’re good to go for a small nap

— vox makes you anything you want to eat when you’re on your period btw, he likes spoiling you

— also like,, just a thought? imagine if he could smell your blood, so he realizes maybe a day or two before you actually start your period that it’s coming up

— (also you didn’t hear this from me but he gets kinda weirdly possessive of you when he smells your blood haha)

— he buys like an entirely new collection of plushies/pillows/soft things to sleep on? his mind basically goes “oh? body hurts? NESTING TIME”

Shu

— he somehow knows the schedule of your period better than you do? he tells you it’s because of “sorcerer magics” but you don’t know if you believe that

— he’s simultaneously insanely well prepared and completely caught off guard when it does happen though 💀

— pads? check. tampons? check. chocolate, your fave foods, comfort items? check check check

— however when you do start, shu’s calm and collected demeanor just shatters

— panic mode! baby boy is running around the flat, making sure everything is in order and that you’re as comfy cozy as physically possible!

— he’s not exactly experienced w periods? yk? so he’s nervy

— still, he’s super attentive like fuck 😭 he’s so sweet and gentle w/ you when you’re on your period that it’s kinda hot lmao

— shu’s naturally rather warm, his palms specifically are like heating pads

— imagine one of his hands just pressed firmly against your lower belly tho 😭 rubbing loving circles into your skin, being careful of his nails (fucking claws tbh). he’s not even meaning for it to be as suggestive of a gesture as it is,,,

— he gets flustered if you bring that to his attention.. he sorta laughs it off, even though his face is blazing and he’s avoiding eye contact

— “what?? nah, i’m just trying to help you with your cramps, i didn’t mean to make you feel like that or anything— but, if you uh.. need some help, then…?”

— just saying shu’s down to comfort you in any way that you want him to ;)

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

Left Behind and Bleeding

Summary: you’ve been feeling forgotten all week when your period shows up you just want to curl up and hide. Will your girlfriends look after you this time?

TW: Angst, periods, being forgotten, anxiety, feeling left out, abandonment issues, self-doubt, mentions of drug use, teasing

Words: 1.2K

A/n: it’s that time of the month when I hit you with another period fic lol. Sorry it’s a bit short. Also … I may be projecting again … maybe hehe.

It had been a bad few days to say the least. To start off you had plans to hang out with Natasha, but she got given a last-minute mission, so you had to postpone. Which would have been fine on its own, but it seemed yo have sparked a pattern.

All week people had been cancelling on you, having some reason or another that seemed valid at the time but looking back made you overthink.

Wanda had some people she needed to visit, and you understood. But everyone seemed to be prioritising other things. Even your mother wasn’t answering your calls. Leading you to believe she was either dead or ignoring you.

On the fourth day of having nobody to hang out with in the usually very busy tower, you were getting fed up.

Your mind had been trying to spin a story that everyone simply didn’t like you. That they would rather hang out with other people and that you really didn’t have anyone in your corner.

Of course, you had been fighting the notion for days now, but it was getting harder to ignore as people continued to have bigger, better things to do without you.

Nat had gotten back from her mission and had immediately gone to do some training and after you caught her watching a movie with Clint. You had moped around your room all afternoon, feeling like you were a B-list avenger at best.

Your mind had convinced you that nobody cared and so you had spent the afternoon crying alone in your room.

When dinner came, it seemed everyone had returned. Something you had not been counting on, so your eyes were still red and puffy when Jarvis announced dinner.

In a panic you threw on some sunglasses in an attempt to keep the others from finding out.

Yet it had simply orchestrated a point of teasing for the whole meal. Everyone wanted to know why you were wearing them, but you kept your head down and tried to seem cheerful.

Sam was trying to convince people that you must have been high, while wanda could practically hear your loud thoughts from the other end of the table. Her and Nat exchanged expressions when you got up from the meal not even halfway through.

Feeling awful you almost cried when you got back to your room to discover your period had started.

Life seemed to be throwing more than a few curveballs at you, it was throwing the full field.

You stuck in a pad and threw on some warm pjs before crawling under the covers and letting a few tears fall while your breathing evened out.

Wanda had finished her dinner around the same time as Natasha had so, they had met up in the kitchen while washing their dishes.

“Wanda?” Nat asked from where she was drying her plate off.

“Yeah?” Wanda asked, her hands covered in suds.

Nat chewed her lip for a second before carefully selecting her words. “Was there … anyone off with Y/n these last few days?” Nat asked.

“I don’t know why?” Wanda said and Nat frowned.

“What do you mean ‘I don’t know’ werent you here?” Nat said.

“No? I told you I was visiting friends for a few days.” Wanda said.

“Oh my god.” Nat said feeling bad. “Did we both ditch her for a week?”

“No? I mean surely, she had the others to hang out with. Right?” Wanda said.

“Jarvis?” Nat called to the ceiling.

“Yes, Ms Romanoff what can I do for you?” The AI responded.

“Who in the past week has cancelled plans with Y/n?” Nat asked.

“In the past week I believe each of the avengers have been either ‘too busy’ or had ‘other plans’ to spend time with Ms L/n.” Jarvis said.

“Oh god.” Wanda said. “Jarvis? What has Y/n been doing this past week?”

“Ms L/n has spent most of her time in her room. Either sleeping or crying. She also has been avoiding everyone for the last half of the week.” Jarvis said and Wanda and Natasha’s hearts broke.

“We are the worst girlfriends ever.” Wanda said feeling awful.

“We should go check on her.” Nat agreed and the two of them headed for the lift.

When they stood outside your bedroom door Natasha hesitated for a second.

“What if she doesn’t want to see us?” Nat asked.

“Im sure she will, it’s Y/n. She may be sad but her hearts still twenty-four carat.” Wanda said and Nat nodded and knocked.

When no response came, she gently opened the door. Making out a Y/n shaped lump in the bed she entered and quietly walked over to your side.

Wanda took note of the chocolate wrappers on your bedside table and the hot water bottle you had cuddled up to.

You had seemingly used your powers to heat up the water-bottle and your brow was creased in pain.

“Nat?” Wanda said and Natasha nodded.

“I see.” She said.

Wanda sighed and slipped into bed behind you. Gently playing with your hair as Nat went to search for some pain medicine for you, knowing that you wouldn’t have taken any yet.

Wanda rubbed slow circles on your back and brushed a hand onto your cheek.

“Y/n baby, can you open your eyes for me my love?” Wanda asked softy. You let out a small whimper and Wanda’s heart melted.

“Wands?” You asked in a small voice.

“Yes, baby its me.” She said pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheekbone.

“Hurts.” You said softly and she nodded.

“Natty’s gone to get you some medicine.” Wanda said just as Natasha walked back in with some pills and a glass of water.

“Here you go my sweet girl.” Nat said as wanda helped sit you up, leaning into her side.

Nat passed you the medicine and you took it without protest, telling both girls just how bad you were really feeling.

“I’m sorry we weren’t here my love.” Nat said brushing a curl from your cheek.

“That’s ok. You had important things to do.” You mumbled into Wanda’s chest where you had buried your face.

“Baby girl, nothings more important than you.” Wanda said stroking your hair.

“Why don’t we put on a movie, and you can try and get some sleep ok?” Nat said gently and you nodded, shuffling over to make room for her on the bed.

Wanda used her magic to open the small mini fridge in the room and floated a pint of your favourite icecream and three spoons over.

“I got this for you before I left my love.” Wanda said with a smile passing you a spoon.

Natasha slipped in beside you and Wanda, passing you the remote you put on an episode of Parks and Recreation as you began to eat some icecream and cuddle.

After a few spoonfuls Nat stole the container, Afterall you have been making a mess. There was even icecream on your nose which wanda softly kissed away, making you giggle as you begun doze in the presence of your two amazing girlfriends.

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[stuckymonkey]

Help Me

BuckyNat

Pairing - buckynat x enhanced!reader

Summary - y/n is having a really rough period and enlists the help of her girlfriend and boyfriend to make the pain go away

Warnings - blood, periods, cramps, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, shower sex

Word count - 2.5k

a/n - I recently had my period, and coming up with this story was the only thing that kept me going

I was embarrassed. This was possibly the most embarrassing thing I've ever done. I called my partners, Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff while crying on the toilet. In my defense, I am enduring the most pain I have ever been in.

Their arrival was made known to me by my front door slamming open and Natasha scolding James for being so rough. He knocked quickly on the bathroom door, waiting impatiently for an answer. "Y/n/n?" he called, his voice much softer than his hurried actions. "Baby? Come in," I whimpered at the end of my sentence.

"Oh sweetheart," Nat said, following Buck into the bathroom. They sat beside me while I cried and whimpered in pain for close to an hour, taking turns making me sip water and wiping a cool cloth over my forehead. After I felt confident enough to venture out of the bathroom, we all sat on my bed.

I enjoyed the comfort of my room and soft blankets with my two lovers sharing their body heat with me. "Have you eaten yet, med?" Natasha asked. I shook my head in response. She tsked at me before declaring she would go prepare us something light.

After twenty minutes and no return of the redhead, Bucky decided to go check on her, leaving me alone in my room with my hot water bottle. I had time to think about how to make myself feel better when an incredible idea came to me. I tried waiting patiently for them to return so I could tell them my idea.

Ten more minutes passed and neither of them had returned. Had they left? I scurried to the kitchen where I saw the two loves of my life arguing about what to put on my toast. I playfully shook my head and rolled my eyes.

Here they were, the cutest ex-assassins on Earth, bickering about whether I would enjoy strawberry jam or nutella better tonight. "Excuse me," I started. Their heads snapped to me standing in the doorway of the kitchen in one of Nat's old shirts, one that she probably stole from Bucky.

"I have a plan. Nat, you're going to sit on my face while Bucky uses his metal arm to take out my uterus." The redhead's eyes darkened and she let out a low moan at my quest. Bucky's, on the other hand, widened as if I had two heads. "God, please malyshka," Came from Nat's mouth at the same time Bucky's produced a "No, Y/n are you insane?! No!"

I whimpered at his words, smirking on the inside as Natty came to wrap herself around me. "Good girl," I purred in her ear. I couldn't help but wince as a wave of cramps hit my lower abdomen. Bucky's facial expression softened at this and he came to join our embrace, kissing each of us on our hairlines.

"I have a better idea, dekta." He spoke against my temple. Nat looked up at him with curious eyes. "You'll feel good too, don't you worry," He said, pecking her cheek as he walked away, motioning us to follow him.

Bucky led us to the large bathroom and started up the shower. I quirked my eyebrow at him, curious as to what he was doing. This didn't seem very pleasurable and I was not in a mood to wait. Slowly he started stripping Nat, kissing each part of her bare skin as it became exposed. Once he was done he coaxed her into the warm shower where she moaned at the comfort of the hot water.

"You next, kitten." His voice sounded rough, filled with held back lust. I was desperately sucking at his neck and collarbone as he undressed me, taking less time than he did with Natasha, knowing my low threshold of patience. "Good girl," He praised as I stood bare before him. I went to help him undress but he quickly nudged me into the direction of the shower.

Upon entering the shower, I saw Nat soaking herself under the water, sliding her hands all over her glorious and slippery body. I moaned and moved over to her, grabbing a loofa and squirting some soap on it, beginning to run it over her body. She watched me with wide and hungry green eyes, her lip caught between her teeth.

As I was working the soap over her body, I felt something come between my legs and push them apart. I looked down to see Bucky with his head between my legs. My mouth hung open at the sight, he kept his eye contact with me as he licked a testing stripe through my folds. "Bucky, the blood," I whined. "Shhh, it's okay, doll. Trust me." He had barely finished his sentence before his mouth was on me again, working his tongue around my clit and teasing my entrance.

While he worked I finished cleaning Natasha, then started giving her nipples some attention. Her head flew back as I started to roll and twist the buds between my wet fingers. I started massaging her right breast, taking my other hand to grab her hair and guide my face to mine. I swallowed her gasp with my lips, capturing her in a messy kiss.

Her tongue danced with mine while I continued to abuse her hard nipples and Bucky moved me closer and closer to the edge. I started grinding on his face, pulling Nat closer by her hair and working my mouth over hers even more. I moaned and whined into the kiss. Bucky moved one hand up to still my hips and the other to tease at my entrance.

I moved myself off Natasha to moan his name, coming out a little whinier than I had hoped. I kept trying to grind on him but he just held my hips tighter, finally sinking two fingers into my soaked heat. Natasha took the lead this time, grabbing me with both hands and bringing my face to hers.

The kiss was messy and exactly what I needed to be pushed to my first orgasm of the night. I squealed into her mouth at the pleasure and kneaded her breasts gently as Bucky licked my cunt to soothe me from my recent high. I started slowing down our kiss, giving her sweet pecks and Bucky moved his head away from my core.

"Taste so good," He said, coming up to kiss Natasha. She kissed me after, letting me taste myself on her tongue. I moved down to face Bucky's girthy cock, giving it kitten licks while looking between him and Nat. He groaned as I took his length further down my throat, almost reaching the base but not quite. I whined when another wave of cramps hit me.

I used one hand to play with his heavy balls and the other to grasp the remainder of his cock. He started to move his his, earning a slap to the thigh from me. "Looks like our kitten has some sass." Nat snickered. "Shut up." He grumbled, to which Natasha replied "Make me."

This led to Bucky roughly making out with Nat and me groaning at the erotic sight. At the vibrations my mouth sent over his cock, Bucky moaned into Natasha's warm mouth. "Fuck," he said, moving his hips a little more, breaking his kiss with Nat to gauge my reaction.

The redhead kneeled down and started massaging my breasts, "Look at our good girl," She cooed, settling beside me to watch as I took Bucky at a fast pace. His hands threaded through my wet hair, I tried to relax my throat as much as I could, giving him permission to use me how I needed.

Nat's hand went to the brunette's ass, encouraging him to snap his hips into my mouth. His balls hit my chin with each thrust, making me wet all over again.

Bucky started moaning more frequently, letting us know that he was close to the edge. He looked so gorgeous when his cock was down one of our throats. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was slightly parted, letting out the filthiest moans at our actions.

A harsh slap was delivered to Bucky's soft ass from Natasha, which brough him to his release. Hearing the noise her slap created his eyes blew wide and he let out a high whine. I groaned as I felt his hot cum shoot down my throat, doing my best to swallow it all. I kept working him through his orgasm, only stopping when he pulled away with a satisfied shudder.

I turned my head to meet Nat in another kiss which got interrupted by Bucky whining at being left out. The redhead pulled back and shared a look with me before standing up and slowly kissing Bucky. He tried to kiss her harder, to which she pulled back completely.

"Take what I give you," She spat, going back to gently kissing his soft lips. I loved when Natasha dominated him but was soft with me. He gave soft whimpers and moans as she worked her lips over his. I went on my knees and started licking at her cunt from behind. I could hear her give a low chuckle into Bucky's mouth, obviously pleased at my actions. I reached around her to grab Bucky's half-hard cock and give it a few tugs, making him harder just like I wanted.

Nat pushed herself back on my face, enjoying the friction. As Bucky's cock hardened up I moved it towards Nat's entrance, watching as I teased it through her folds. She let out soft and sweet noises as I moved her to stand close to Bucky. After some more teasing I guided Bucky's thick length into her warm cunt, enjoying the pleasureful noises they let out at feeling each other.

I moved off of Nat and stood behind Bucky, watching between the two where their bodies met. I held on to Bucky's waist and started biting and sucking on his shoulders as he thrusted into Nat. He wasn't going to last long, and neither was she. I could tell they were close when Bucky's moans became loud and desperate, and Natasha let her head fall into Bucky's neck.

They both came with cries of euphoria. Nat's nails dug into Bucky's marked up shoulders, adding little half moons to my small bruises and marks. He rutted into her slowly, helping her ride out her climax. "There you go, I got you sweet girl." The brunette petted her hair softly as she came down from her high, smiling at me over his shoulder.

I kissed her lips softly and reached around to rub her back. They seperated and we all shared a few lazy kisses, finishing up our shower in lukewarm water. Bucky and Natasha helped me dry off and then sent me to the bedroom where I found the bed made, fuzzy blankets set out and my hot water bottle. I hurried to the kitchen to heat up my water bottle and to take more advil while I waited for them to come out of the bathroom.

When I returned to the bedroom, I noticed that there were black towels placed over the bed. "Guys, how many times do I have to tell you that wet towels do not belong on the nice, dry bed?" I snapped. "Relax doll, they're dry too." Bucky said with a wink. I rolled my eyes and went to take them off my bed when Natasha's warm hand stopped me. "Leave them, malyshka. Trust me." She kissed just under my ear and let her grey towel fall to the ground, revealing her body in all of its glory.

Her breasts were full and round, nipples still perky from being twisted. I could see her cunt and it was puffy from the activities of the shower. "Come here, y/n." She cooed, laying down on the soft pillows and beckoning me to follow her. "Strip baby." Bucky commanded, walking out of the bathroom with still damp hair and a towel slung dangerously low on his waist.

I started at him as a few water droplets rode down his Adonis belt and into the confines of the towel. My eyes snapped to his as he walked closer, and I quickly started to take off my fresh pajama shorts and baggy shirt.

"Lay on Natty for me." He directed. "Ass up." I positioned myself so my chin rested on the redhead's abdomen. Licking around her chest as I waited for Bucky to tell me what to do next. Instead of speaking to me, he ended up pushing my hips so they met the bed. I could hear him shuffling behind me, and I looked to Nat. She was watching him with dark eyes when I felt him sheath himself into my heat. I moaned at the feeling of him sliding against my sensitive walls.

Bucky thrusted slowly into my pussy, letting his balls slowly hit my ass. I felt that familiar feeling in my core, "B-bucky, harder" he listened to my plea, snapping his hips faster, perfectly rubbing my sensitive cervix. "Ahhh," I wiggled around, trying to ensure that he thrusted into my cervix every single time. "There you go pretty girl," he cooed, rubbing his hands over my back. "Is that what you wanted? Needed us to fuck you nice and good? Hitting all the right places in your tight, sensitive little cunt?" He asked. "Yes! Bucky! Please," my eyes started to tear up, Nat started playing with my hair while I sucked on her sensitive nipples, biting at them every now and then, earning sharp hisses from her small mouth.

"Bucky!" I cried, starting to feel my walls clench around him. "Cum for me, doll." His mouth came to suck on my ear as his hips continued helping me through my orgasm. I cried out as his finger played with my clit. I was a whining mess, and shortly after Bucky's hips stuttered and he emptied his hot seed into me.

"Good girl," he praised. I felt Nat frame my face with her hands, brining me off her boob. She kissed my forehead before rolling me over to cuddle into her side. "Bucky?" I asked, noticing his absence. "Right here doll." He smiled. His hair had dried by now and he pulled on some black boxers. "What's in your hand?" I asked from my spot at Nat's side. "Fresh underwear, a pad and boxers." I cooed, taking the items happily.

Our redhead was quick to snatch them from my hands. Throwing the boxers at Bucky and putting the pad on my underwear. She shushed me when I offered to help, lifting up my hips and sliding on the panties. Then bucky put his extra boxers on overtop. I kissed them both in thanks and cuddled more into our girlfriend's side.

Before we went to sleep, Bucky turned off all the lights and got both me and Nat shirts. "Thank you," I mumbled. "Of course, baby." "Anything for you, kitten."

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