#and now I'm having intense as fuck period cramps

[tittyinfinity]

bodies are so WEIRD

#oh my god I want to scream so much right now why am I cramping so bad #my period has been over for a week #I didn't take my meds last night because I wasn't intending to fall asleep yet but i woke up sitting up #with my laptop next to me paused where I had it #and all my lights on #got up went pee laid back down #took my serioquel even tho it's 6am and it'll make me sleep all day bc I can't miss two days on my meds in a row #and now I'm having intense as fuck period cramps #worse than they were while on my actual period #.bdo #luckiest motherfucker in the world over here complaining about period cramps with a bottle of hydrocodone sitting right next to them #i'm sure smoking would help if it didn't make me cough

[springtyme]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ♡

afab!reader x König, Ghost, Price, Gaz, & Soap

warnings: Allusions to sex/sexual themes, some angst but mostly fluff, language, König picks reader up, unplanned pregnancy, references to Simon's past (I've tried to keep it very vague cause that is a really rough topic), implied ptsd, mention of painful (IUD-related) period cramps (18+ mdni!)

word count: 5k

part two

König ♡

Your hands instinctively find their way to König’s hair, as the kiss deepens, tangling your fingers in the soft strands as the intensity of the moment increases and the atmosphere around you grows more and more steamy. Despite your wish to fully emerge yourself in the euphoric feeling, something in the back of your mind keeps nagging at you.    

You have all evening had an underlying feeling that you have forgotten something, but without being able to figure out what, but as König’s hand starts to wander downwards, grabbing a handful of your arse it dawns on you. 

Condoms. You forgot to pick up condoms earlier…  

You have recently gotten your IUD removed, due to heavy period cramps. You had hoped and believed that it would get better over time but it had seemed like you had been one of the unlucky ones for whom it just didn’t get any better. 

You don’t regret your decision, your last period was way less painful than before, but after being on contraceptives and in a committed relationship for so long, you have still not gotten back into the habit of buying condoms again.     

“Fuck…” You groan out as you curse yourself out for your forgetfulness. 

 “What’s the matter, meine Liebe?" 

You sigh as you bury your face into his broad chest. He gently strokes your back and holds you closer. Taking a deep breath, you lift your head and meet his concerned gaze. “I forgot to pick up condoms earlier," you admit, your voice filled with frustration. “We're all out, and I didn't even realise until now.”

König's face softens, understanding the reason for your sudden frustration. He gently cups your face in his hands, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. “It's alright, Schatzi," he says, his voice calming. “We'll manage,” he lets out a low chuckle. “Besides, I'm skilled with my hands and mouth, no?”

You let out a sound, somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle, at his words. He is, truely, very skilled. But you have to admit that you haven’t been able to stop thinking about having him inside of you, to have him ravish you with his cock, all day. You’re currently ovulating, and like always, when you’re at this point of your cycle, your hornyness-level increases immensely.  

“Yes, you are skilled, my love,” you assure him, “Very skilled, I had just hoped that I would have been able to ride you tonight without worrying about you cumming inside me. You confess, “I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all day,” you feel a tiny bit embarrassed by your blunt confession - but only a tiny bit. You don’t think that you ever could feel truly embarrassed about confessing anything like that to him, you are too comfortable with him, too secure in your relationship for that. That is one of the most beautiful things about your relationship with König. He makes you feel so loved and seen and protected. The way he can look at you and make you feel like you’re the only woman in the world.         

You feel how he squeezes you a little tighter by your confession, but also how his bulge hardens even more by your words. The burning fire that has been smouldering in your abdomen the entire day is now fully ablaze, and you feel how your pulse is throbbing between your legs. 

The thought of bouncing on König’s cock, of having his mouth buried between your legs, of having him on top of you, of cuming on his cock as he fills you up till you’re leaking with his release, infiltrates your mind.  

“I’m not going to lie, that would have been nice to do, Schatz,” he says and you can only agree.  

But before you can voice your agreement, König continues, his voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination.“Would it be so bad if we said screw it and did it anyway?” 

Surprised by his suggestion, you pause, unsure of how to respond. The idea of not using protection has not been something you have seriously considered before. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you ask him, “What are you thinking?”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mix of nerves and excitement as he meets your gaze. “I've been thinking a lot lately… Well, I have actually been thinking for a while now and I realised that I would really like to have a baby with you. That I’m ready to start a family together,” " he confesses, his eyes never leaving yours. 

His words catch you a little off guard, and you feel a flurry of emotions rushing through you. The idea of becoming parents together is not something you have discussed yet, you take a moment to gather your thoughts before responding, “Having a baby is a big decision.” 

“I know and I know that we haven’t talked or planned for this, and it may not be the ideal situation or timing, but… I can't help but want it, and I don’t know… this just feels like maybe it’s a sign.”

You're taken aback by König's revelation, a mix of surprise and uncertainty washing over you. However, his unwavering gaze and the love in his voice give you a sense of comfort and reassurance.

“I've seen how amazing you are with children,” he continues, his voice filled with warmth. “And I can't think of anyone else I'd want to start a family with. We may not have planned for it now, but I can’t help but want it.”

His words touch your heart, and you find yourself considering the idea. Despite the initial shock, a part of you has always known that you wanted to start a family with König, despite the two of you not having had a serious conversation about it yet. 

As you take a moment to collect your thoughts, you realise that this situation could be an opportunity to grow together, to embark on a new chapter in your lives. You look into König's eyes, a mix of hope and determination shining within them.

Now that it’s said out loud, and you have seen the want and longing in Königs eyes, the idea of starting a family with him seems right, downright logical. 

“Maybe you're right,” you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Maybe it is a sign.”

König’s face lights up with joy, relief evident in his expression. He pulls you closer, his strong arms enveloping you with love and excitement. “Wirklich?!” His eyes now shining with unshed tears of joy. 

“Yes, my love, really.” You grin up at him, before letting out a surprised shriek as you’re suddenly lifted from the ground.

König’s spinning you around as he lets out a deep laugh of pure excitement. You feel how tears start to form in your own eyes. You lock your legs around his torso as he finally stops spinning, your hands cupping his cheeks and your gaze finding his again.  

“You really want a baby with me?” He whispers, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, the air filled with a thick tenderness. 

“I do,” you assure him, before kissing him softly. “Let’s make a baby.” You whisper into his lips.   

Ghost ♡

This isn’t happening…  

This can’t be happening. 

Simon doesn’t even know how to describe what he is feeling. Is shock a feeling? It doesn’t really matter–a feeling or not–shock is the only thing that he is feeling after the words have left your mouth. Or maybe, in reality, he is feeling so much all at once that shock is the only thing his overstimulated brain can register. 

Simon has been in situations that would leave any other person in a state of paralysing shell shock, more times than he will ever be able to count, but he always finds himself able to push through it, but not this time. No, this is about the most petrified he has been in years.   

His mind is running a hundred miles an hour and has gone completely blank at the same time as he tries to process what you just told him. He finally manages to pull himself somewhat out of his trance and his eyes finally find yours again. 

The look on your face pains him, and what pains him, even more, is the knowledge that he is the reason that you are pulling that face. His instincts, the protective side of him, scream to take you into his arms and comfort you but he is still too paralysed by the situation to do so.   

“Ar-are you sure?” He manages to say, his voice cracking. He sounds uncharacteristically frail, the usual husky gruff  of his voice weakened. 

“I took three tests, Simon…” You say  

He just nods as the reality of the situation fully hits him, he feels how his heart sinks as he absorbs the weight of your words. The room feels suffocating, as if the walls are closing in on him. He takes a shaky breath, desperately attempting to maintain the little composure he had managed to gain.

“And you really want to keep it..?” He hates how the words sound as soon as they leave his mouth. You don’t deserve this reaction, but he had never thought he would be in this situation. 

It has always been a secret wish of his, a wish he knew he never would be deserving of getting granted. It would be too pure, too good for someone like him. But it has not kept him from secretly dreaming about it. All those late nights over the years when he has laid in his bunk on employment and couldn’t sleep, with no distractions other than his own head. On nights like those, he has let his mind wander, let his imagination run wild, and dreamt about it. Something wholesome and good, so different from the stress and terrors that come with his line of work. 

On the worst nights when the nightmares keep him up or the adrenaline just won’t leave his body and let him get any rest, he lets himself indulge in the fantasy. It used to be more vague, but after he had met you they got clearer, more evident, almost tangible, which had scared the shit out of him. The fantasy of someday having a family of his own, of getting a chance to do everything right, of doing it differently from how he grew up himself.

But that was all it ever was, all it ever could be, a fantasy… How could it ever be anything else?! How could someone like him ever be a good dad?  It was a thing that might not be that unrealistic of a wish if he was anyone else but himself. 

He is too broken for that, has seen and experienced too much fucked up shit, and committed too many sins. But, fuck, now that it is actually within reach actually a real possibility he can’t help but yearn for it, even though it scares him shitless.        

“I know that we have never discussed this and that it was nowhere near planned and I’m sorry if this fucks up everything between us but…” You trail off, nervously fidgeting with your sleeve, your eyes have left him, as you chew on as you take a shaky breath as if you’re gathering courage to continue, “I think I want this, Simon,” you finally say, your voice low and shaky, close to a whisper, but you take another breath, this one deep and certain, as you again lock your eyes with his, “I want this baby, Simon.”  

Your eyes shine with a certainty that sends a rush through Simon’s entire body. You want this baby… His baby. It is like the entire world stops, a whirlwind of emotions runs through him in this moment and he can’t deny it anymore. He wants it too. He wants this baby, to become a family, to be the man that he always secretly has dreamed of being.

“I want it too,” He is still trembling slightly but a tone of determination has returned to his voice. 

“You do..?” Your voice close to a whisper, but a hopeful tone lacing the unsurety.        

“Yes,” and he does, he really does. “I want to be a family.” 

“Really?”    

“Yes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m scared shitless, but I do want this, sweetheart,” he reaches out a trembling hand towards you, wanting to offer some form of comfort, and to reassure you that he means what he is saying,  “I really do.” 

“I love you, Simon,” your beautiful eyes now shining with happy tears, “so, so much.” 

“I love you too.” His protective instincts fully resurfacing, overriding his initial fear. He pulls you into a tender embrace, holding you tightly against his chest. “And I already love our kid too,” he adds, as he squeezes you a little tighter, protectively holding you in his strong arms. You and the child you’re barring, his child.      

His own father had fucked him up so severely, taken so much from him, but this is not something his father will be able to take. As terrified and scared as he might be Simon knows, in this moment with you in his arms, that he will do everything to not become his father and that he will do anything to keep you and your unborn child safe, that he will make sure that they will grow up to know nothing but love and security and that he will do everything in his power to make sure that you never are gonna regret having him as the father of your child.      

Simon's heart swells with a newfound determination. He knows it won't be easy, that there will be challenges and sacrifices along the way, but he is ready to face them head-on. He has spent years battling his demons and overcoming his past, and now he has a reason to fight even harder - for you, for his family.

Price ♡

As you sit across from John in your usually so cosy living room, you can't help but notice the nervous energy radiating from him. You’ve noticed a change in your husband's behaviour lately, and it's left you feeling puzzled and a bit concerned. John’s been acting distant, withdrawn and  you can't help but worry that something might be wrong with him, that there might be something he isn’t telling you which is so out of character for him.

Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer you take in a deep breath, you have been gathering up the courage all day to confront him. 

“Jonathan?” You say, voice close to a whisper, but still strong enough to be heard clearly. He removes his eyes from his book, in which he has been staring down into for the last thirty minutes without turning a page, seemingly without reading a single word.  “Is everything okay? You seem different lately, and it’s been making me worried. Can you please tell me what’s going on?” 

His gaze shifts between you and the floor. Sensing that something important is about to be revealed, you lean in closer, waiting for him to speak. 

John hesitates for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. “I'm sorry for acting distant. It's just that... I've been feeling nervous about something important, and I didn't know how to bring it up."

Your heart races as you anxiously wait for him to continue. "What is it?" you ask, a mixture of anticipation and concern in your voice.

“Darling,” he begins, his voice filled with both excitement and trepidation. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. “I've been thinking a lot lately, about our future, about the life we’ve built together."

Your heart skips a beat, you feel a little pang of fear in your chest but you’re also curious to know where he’s going with this. “What is it, John?” you ask, your voice filled with anticipation.

“love, I think I want to try for a baby.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and your mind races to process the magnitude of what he's just said. A rush of emotions floods through you – surprise, joy, and a hint of uncertainty. You’ve dreamt of having a family with John, but the thought of bringing a child into the world amidst the challenges and uncertainties of his military career has always given you pause.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, reaching out to hold his hand for support. "John, I…" you begin, your voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I've always imagined us having a family, but I worry about the dangers you face, the time we'd have to spend apart."

John's grip on your hand tightens, his eyes filled with determination. "I understand your concerns, darling, and they are valid. But we've faced countless challenges together, and we’ve  always persevered. I believe we can navigate this journey too."

His words resonate deep within you, reminding you of the strength and resilience you both possess. You find yourself nodding, a smile tugging at your lips. “You're right, John. We have overcome so much, and I believe we can face this too.”

The relief and joy that washes over John’s face is palpable. He pulls you into a warm embrace, holding you tightly as if never wanting to let go. “Thank you, darling,” he whispers, his voice filled with gratitude. “I promise, I'll do everything in my power to protect our family, to be there for you and our future child.”

In this moment, as you hold each other tightly, you realise that together, you can face anything that comes your way. The journey ahead will be filled with uncertainties, but with love as your anchor, you know that you and John are ready to embark on this new adventure – the adventure of parenthood, embracing the joys and challenges that lie ahead, hand in hand.

Together, you begin to discuss your hopes, dreams, and plans for the future. And as the evening unfolds, you find solace in the knowledge that love, support, and a shared vision will guide you through whatever lies ahead on this new and exciting path.

Gaz ♡

You wake up to the sound of your alarm blaring in your ears. Groggily, you reach over to turn it off, but as you do, you feel a sense of excitement bubbling within you. Today is the day Kyle is coming home from deployment for a short visit. It has been months since you last saw him, and the anticipation of seeing him again fills you with a mix of nervousness and pure joy.

You get ready quickly, making sure everything is perfect for his arrival. The butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly as you make your way to the airport. Finally, you spot Kyle standing amongst the sea of people, his eyes scanning the crowd. As soon as he sees you, a wide smile spreads across his handsome face, and you can't help but match his enthusiasm. You run towards each other, embracing tightly, cherishing this precious moment as you kiss each other deeply.

Over the next few days, you spend every moment together, catching up on all the missed conversations and stolen kisses. It feels like time has stood still, and the world revolves solely around the two of you. But one evening, as you're cuddled up on the couch, a casual conversation takes an unexpected turn.

Kyle's arm is wrapped around your shoulder, his voice low and comforting as he recounts some of the experiences he had while deployed. He talks about the sacrifices made and the hardships endured, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. In a moment of vulnerability, he accidentally says, "I hope our kids never have to go through any of that."

You freeze, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. The two of you have never discussed having children before, and the mention of it catches you off guard. mind races, trying to process his words. You turn to face him, searching his eyes for answers.

Kyle’s eyes widens with embarrassment as he realises what he just said. You can tell that he hadn’t meant to blurt out his thoughts so suddenly. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he speaks. “I’m sorry, I've just been thinking a lot about thre future lately, you know, about what I want in life and all. And despite our age, despite everything going on, I can't help but imagine a family with you.” Kyle confesses,  reaching out, his hand gently caressing yours. “I don't want to rush anything. But I want you to know that I genuinely see a future with you. I can't imagine a life without you by my side.”

His honesty touches your heart, and you can’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spread throughout your body. You take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers, the sudden image of a beautiful little baby with Kyle’s eyes looking up at you is filling your head, “Kyle, I honestly never imagined having this conversation now, but I can’t deny that the idea of starting a family with you is really tempting. We may be young, but if we’re together, I believe we can face anything.”

Kyle’s face lights up with relief and happiness. He pulls you closer, his embrace tighter than before. In that moment, you both realise that the love between you knows no limits, and that sometimes, life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it.

You know that this unexpected conversation has opened the door to a new chapter in your relationship, one that holds the promise of a beautiful future.

Soap ♡

You sink into the soft pillows with a content sigh, getting comfortable under the soft covers. You and Johnny had attended a family gathering at his parent’s house and now that you’re finally home and in bed you begin to reminisce about the day, recalling your favourite moments,  the cheerful atmosphere that had filled the air,  the delicious home cooked food and all the laughs and easy going conversations. 

But one conversation had taken you a little aback, a comment made by one of Johnny’s relatives had stuck with you. You know that it had been meant in good humour but it had weighed on you. You had tried to push it aside but now that you’re home the words keep ringing through your mind. You ponder over what had been said to you but you’re pulled out of your thoughts as the bedroom door creaks open. 

Johnny enters the room, a gentle smile on his face. In his hands, he holds a glass of cool, refreshing water. He knows you well, understands the little things that bring you comfort. A wider smile appears on his face as he approaches the bed and offers you the glass, his blue eyes filled with tenderness and care as he lets out a low laugh. “Can’t believe Rob’s having another boy!”  He gently shakes his head from side to side. You had learned earlier in the day that Johnny was having yet another nephew.  

You take the water from him, feeling the coolness of the glass against your palm as you smile up at him. The gesture touches your heart, a reminder of his thoughtfulness and love. Taking a sip of the water, you feel a sense of rejuvenation wash over you, as if his kindness has quenched not only your physical thirst but also your emotional weariness.

As you set the glass aside, Johnny slips into bed beside you, his presence a soothing balm to your soul. You snuggle closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating against your skin. His touch is gentle, his embrace a source of comfort and security.

 “Yeah, seems like boys just run in the family.” You smile up at him.  

Johnny chuckles and jokingly comments, “You know, I think mam secretly hoped it would be a girl this time. I think she's secretly always wanted a wee girl to spoil since she only got sons.” 

“Well, Hannah seemed rather serious when she told me that this kid will be their last.” You chuckle as you recall the conversation you had had earlier with Johnny’s sister in law. But the topic also again makes you recall the comment said to you earlier by Johnny’s aunt. 

It had been amidst the cheerful atmosphere, when the news about Rob and Hannah expecting another boy had broken. The news seemed to ripple through the room, prompting everyone to offer their congratulations. You couldn't help but notice a sly smile from Johnny's aunt as she turned to you and said, "Well, now it's up to you and Johnny to bring a baby girl into the family!"

You had blinked from surprise, caught off guard by her comment. The weight of her words settled on your shoulders as you realised that the expectation for a future child had somehow fallen on you and Johnny. You had looked over at him, he was in the other end of the living room playing with his two young nephews. You couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and admiration for him by the sight of them. Seeing him interact with those little boys, his blue eyes twinkling with joy and his deep laughter filling the air. But you also felt very  put on the spot. "I... uh," you had stammered, searching for the right words. "We haven't really talked about all that yet."

Aunt Maggie chuckled softly, patting your arm. "Well, dear, there's no rush. But I'm sure everyone here would love to have a wee lass in the family someday and I’m sure you and Johnny would do a great job."

Her words had lingered in your mind for the rest of the day. You didn’t know if you should mention it to Johnny or not, you have no idea how he will react. But now as the two of you are in the secure atmosphere of your own bedroom you think that you might should. 

You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to bring up the topic that has been weighing on your mind all day. As you snuggle closer to Johnny, feeling the warmth of his embrace, you softly say, "Johnny, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

He looks at you with concern in his eyes, sensing the seriousness of your tone. "What is it, love?" he asks gently, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to begin. Finally, you gather your thoughts and speak from your heart. "It’s just… Maighread made a comment about us having a baby girl to balance out all the boys…” 

Johnny's eyes widen slightly, surprise evident on his face. He takes a moment to process your words

"Wait, she really said that?" Johnny's surprise is evident on his face as he takes a moment to process your words. He gently moves closer to you, his fingers still tracing soothing circles on your back. “I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable, love. I guess my family has a tendency to be a little too brash sometimes.” He says in an apologetic tone.

“It’s okay, I love your family, it just caught me a little off guard I guess,” you assure him, placing your palm on his cheek, gently stoking your thumb over the rough stubbles of his beard. A long silence breaks out between you, both absorbing what had just been said between you.  

But Johnny finally breaks the silence. “It isn’t a terrible thought though," he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement, nerves and tenderness.

You pause for a moment, taking in Johnny's words, honesty and vulnerability shines from his eyes. 

“No, it isn’t,” you finally say, finally letting yourself imagine it without any sense of fear or doubt about what Johnny would think of it. The idea of him holding a little girl, makes a smile tug at the corner of your mouth, and you suddenly feel like you’re about to cry. Just earlier today the idea seemed scary to you since you and Johnny never have talked about children, but now as you look into his eyes, your smile mirrored on his face, you aren’t that scared anymore.  

“It’s actually a little weird that she said that, because earlier when I was playing with Noah and Oliver I couldn’t help but imagine us having a wean of our own… It’s actually something I’ve been thinking about for a while now..." 

Your heart skips a beat at his confession, the weight of his words sinking in. You can see the sincerity in his eyes, and a wave of emotions washes over you. “Really?” you ask softly, your voice filled with a mix of joy and curiosity. “You want a baby with me..?”

“Yeah, I really do, love," he says softly. 

"I think I would like that,” you say, your voice filled with sincerity. Johnny smiles, his eyes reflecting his love for you. 

You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling the connection between you deepen. In that moment, you both know that this conversation is just the beginning of a new chapter in your lives. It's a chapter filled with love, hope, and the possibility of bringing a new life into the world. As you both cuddle in the warmth of each other's embrace, you feel a sense of peace and excitement wash over you. The weight of Aunt Maggie's comment no longer lingers heavily on your shoulders. Instead, it's been replaced with the knowledge that you and Johnny are on the same page. 

With a renewed sense of love and purpose, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, knowing that the future holds endless possibilities for you and Johnny, both as a couple and as future parents.

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Periods Suck

this is inspired by lenaleechi on instagram's comic about hating periods as well as the gif above because it gives me mad baby fever so i guess this is season 4 softdom!spencer x gn!afab!bau!reader plus a blink and you'll miss it buffy the vampire slayer reference

content warning: breeding kink and period sex [i'm too stoned to think of any others but if you think of them please add them (kindly) in the replies and i'll add them in later :)]

this is smut, minors dni pls and thank you

"...fuck this, fuck everything and everyone, I am done, I quit," I ramble as I open the door to my apartment and kick off my dress shoes that were painfully squeezing my toes, just adding to my frustration. This case had been particularly mild compared to others but I couldn't help but be in a mood due to the littlest things done by the (admittedly innocent) local police officers. I was so relieved to finally go home and get to sleep in my own bed and curl up with a heating pad and my boyfriend with a Doctor Who marathon.

"Deep breaths, (y/n)," I hear from behind me in a soft, soothing tone as gentle hands come down to rub my shoulders from behind. I know he’s well aware what’s causing me to be in such a shitty mood. His pattern recognition skills are off the chart and while he never outright said anything to me about it he'd always be prepared with hot water bottles and chocolate when this time of the month rolled around. I turn around and bury my face into his chest with a sigh.

"I hate periods, Spencer. They suck," I whine with a sigh, my voice muffled by the knit fabric of his cardigan.

"I know, love," he sighs above me, resting his cheek on my forehead and wrapping his arms around me, "I'm sorry there's not more I could do to help."

"You're helping already," I sigh again, but this time out of contentment as we sway side to side in the entry way. "I wish there was a way I could just, like, stop having them," I mutter, my face returning to the soft fibers that I had come to find so comforting over the years.

Spencer's voice is muffled against my hair as he mutters, "That may be something I can assist you with." I don't even need to see his face to imagine the grin spread across it. Lately, he had been subtly expressing his desire for children, but after JJ gave birth to Henry, his hints have become more pressing. And technically, it was all because of me.

The night was a blur of celebration and drinks, as Emily and Garcia joined me in raising our glasses to toast the occasion. But as we were caught up in the joy of the moment, I couldn't help but let slip that after seeing the pure happiness on Spencer's face at the sight of his godchild a spark ignited within me, igniting a fierce case of baby fever that threatened to consume me entirely. Garcia, the horrible traitor that she is, had messaged a video of my confession to Spencer before I had even finished talking and before I knew it, my phone was buzzing with pictures from Spencer himself - tiny onesies and miniature sneakers - accompanied by words like, ‘just imagine a little genius of our own running around our home in this.’

Without changing his stance, he starts off on one of his typical Spencer Reid rants. "Did you know that scientific research has indicated that orgasms can alleviate menstrual cramps? It's due to the release of endorphins and muscular contractions which help relax the uterine lining," he explains with a slight hint of arousal in his tone, "not only does it address your discomfort, but it also takes care of your other request at the same time."

"We could start trying now, if you want," he suggests with a playful tone, though the subtle hint of desire in his voice sends a jolt of anticipation down my spine and settles between my thighs, igniting a fervent ache. Oh. Oh.

I finally turn my head to meet his gaze, and I am met with intense desire radiating from his eyes. His pupils are dilated, and he licks his lips before gently tracing a finger along my cheek and following up with a soft, "what do you think?"

I interrupt him by pulling his face towards mine, and our lips meet in a soft kiss. Suddenly, I'm pushed against the wall with the command to "jump," and my legs automatically wrap around Spencer as he lifts me up by my ass. Our lips met in a hungry yet tender kiss.

Our breaths come in ragged gasps as he pulls away to meet my gaze, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. I eagerly nod, my heart racing and anticipation building. Our lips collide once more, the heat between us intensifying as we lose ourselves in each other's embrace. The world fades into the background as our bodies meld together, consumed by desire. He sets me down and guides me to our bedroom by the hand, giggling slightly with excitement. I know he wants kids and we have discussed having them together in the future but the giddiness of the grown ass man in front of me ends up drawing a giggle from my own throat as well.

As we enter the bedroom, he stoops down to give me a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. He grabs an old black towel I use for dyeing my hair and returns, laying it down on the bed and patting it lightly. He sends me sweet smile full of adoration as he whispers, "after you, my love."

I stumble towards the light switch and turn it off before making my way over to the bed. I take off my top and lay down, the darkness giving me a sense of privacy. Suddenly, I hear a soft sound from Spencer as he walks away. The lights flick back on, and he quickly closes the distance between us with just two steps. Before I can even cover myself up in the glare of the harsh light, he's already crawling on top of me.

"You're so gorgeous," he beams at me again before leaning in to kiss me gently, lowering his hips to rest between my legs as they wrap back around his hips instinctively as he begin peppering kisses all over my face and drawing endless laughs from my mouth, "I'm," kiss, "so," kiss, "lucky," kiss, "to," kiss, "have," kiss, "you."

He moves back, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they kiss and caress my skin. My jaw trembles under the soft brush of his lips, before he slowly trails kisses down to my throat. I can't help but let out a moan as his lips touch the sensitive skin there. His body presses against mine, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against my hypersensitive center. Every move, every touch, sends electric shivers through my body, igniting a primal desire within me.

My body aches with desire as I struggle to catch my breath. "Please remove your clothing now," I manage to say between deep, passionate kisses. Spencer eagerly strips down and helps me out of my own clothes before settling back between my legs. His arousal presses against the wetness between my thighs, adding to the intense heat building inside me.

"I've been craving this all week, sweetness," he mutters against my neck as he sucks feverishly at the skin, leaving love bites in his wake. "Craving you and your beautiful body." I have no idea how he managed to get me from wildly upset to wildly horny in such a short time, but instead of questioning it, I just let out a moan as I grind my hips against him, begging for his cock to enter me. He continues to tease me by rubbing the tip against my wet slit.

“P-please, Spence,” I whimper, unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze of lust I had become quickly lost within.

Spencer's eyes flicker with desire as he holds himself over me, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of my head. "Say it again," he growls, rubbing his erection against my aching center.

"P-please," I beg, my voice shaking with need.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"As you wish," he murmurs before slowly sliding inside me. I gasp at the intense pleasure that washes over me, causing my body to arch off the bed and my nails to dig into his back. He begins to move in slow, deep thrusts, filling me completely and igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume every inch of my being.

As our bodies meld together in a blazing inferno, time itself seems to cease to exist. Every touch of Spencer's fingers sends shivers of ecstasy coursing through me, while each caress of his lips against mine ignites a fire within. Our movements are fluid and perfect, each one bringing us closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. I am consumed by an overwhelming sensation, my senses heightened to their limits as our passion reaches an almost unbearable intensity. It feels as though this moment could stretch on for eternity, and I never want it to end. In this single moment, there is nothing else but the all-consuming desire between us, and I give myself completely to it.

My heart pounds against my ribs as Spencer's gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with the same ferocity and desire that burns within me. He gives me a wicked grin, and I can feel my resolve crumble as the insatiable hunger consumes me. "You want to have my baby?" he gasps, and all I can respond with is a loud, whorish moan, entirely unable to form any words as his hips start to move ever so slightly faster.

He surges forward, his body fusing with mine in a wild, primal dance. Our movements become more frenzied, our bodies slamming together with the force of a thousand thunderstorms. My breath comes in short gasps as Spencer's relentless thrusts coax an orgasm out of me. My muscles tense, my hips bucking against him, seeking the sweet release from the intense pleasure building up inside of me.

Every thrust, every touch, every whispered word sends me higher and higher, my body arching and bucking beneath him in a frenzy of ecstasy.

Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine as he continues to drive into me, his gaze burning with an intensity that matches the fire inside us both. His hands grip my hips tightly, never losing rhythm as he thrusts into me and coaxes that sweet release from me. My body trembles and shakes with each surge, and I can feel the orgasm building, growing stronger and more intense with each passing second.

A low, guttural moan escapes from Spencer's lips as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming harder and faster. I can feel him growing more desperate, and I know that he's close to his own release.

The pleasurable ache between my legs intensifies, and I know that I'm about to reach that peak. I let out a helpless whimper as the pleasure was threatening to overtake me, and I feel as though I'm being pulled into a vortex of ecstasy. Time seems to stand still, and I'm lost in the moment, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The bed creaks and groans with our passionate lovemaking, the sound echoing in my ears as I reach for the pinnacle of pleasure. Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine, and I see the same intensity in them that I feel in my own being. We're one, united in our desire for each other, and nothing else matters in this world.

His thrusts become harder and faster, the tip of his erection brushing against the most sensitive part of me with every stroke. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel the orgasm building within me, growing stronger with each passing second. I cling to Spencer, my nails digging into his back as I beg him to take me over the edge.

“Gonna fill you up,(Y/N),” Spencer moans, “everyone will know who you belong to once you’re — oh fuck — carrying my fucking baby inside you.” His words send me falling over the edge and I can feel myself slipping away, my mind consumed by the intense pleasure reaching it's peak as my hips buck wildly.

Time seems to stand still as we reach the pinnacle of pleasure together. Our bodies move in perfect sync, every thrust, every caress, every whispered word fueling the fire that burns within us. The pleasure is all-consuming, coursing through my veins and reaching every cell in my body. I let out a series of orgasmic moans bordering on screams and Spencer smiles down at me wickedly, his eyes never leaving mine as his thrusts become harder and more disjointed as his own orgasm looms on the horizon. His moans grow louder and louder as the feeling of slight overstimulation makes me clench even tighter around his throbbing cock as he reaches his breaking point.

"Please, Spencer," I whisper, "make me yours, sir. P-please, please put a baby in me!"

Finally, with one last deep thrust, Spencer moans loudly and shudders above me, his body rigid as he loses himself in the pleasure of a release he had been building up to for what felt like an eternity. As Spencer's body shudders above mine, I can feel the warmth of his release filling me up, an earth-shattering feeling that takes my breath away. We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined together, basking in the afterglow of our passion. Finally, with a contented sigh, Spencer pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed beside me.

I snap back to reality, my mind reeling from the intensity of our lovemaking. I can feel the stickiness between my legs, a reminder of the incredible moment we just shared. The room is still, the only sounds being our heavy breathing and the rhythmic beating of our hearts. I reach over to grab the bedside table, searching for a tissue to clean myself up.

"Spencer?" I say softly, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he replies, still out of breath.

I flash him a saucy grin, "I think we'll have to make sure we keep trying this before my next period so I won't have to suffer through another one, for a while." I joked, while playfully poking his chest.

He chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, "I think that's a great idea, my love." I couldn't help but giggle at his response, feeling a burst of warmth spread through my body.

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[multistan-247]

❝ 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖒𝖞 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 ❞

⚠︎ Characters: Bf!Nanami Kento × fem!reader

⚠︎ Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, fingering, fluff, nipple play, Nanami helping out his girlfriend with bad case of cramps, descriptions of blood, periods, period sex, fingering, dysmenorrhea (cramps), aftercare, soft dom!Nanami (we love to see it), teasing, praise, slight dirty talk (?), kissing.

⚠︎ Synopsis: Kento wants to take care of you, but you won't let him. A few reassuring words, kisses and convincing, you let him finger-fuck your cramps away <33

A/N: Completely self-indulgent, short and sweet. I'm a whore for him and want my titties sucked by that mouth of his <3 - also this been sitting in my drafts for 8 months or sumn. exams got my creative juices flowin'.

Kento Nanami is disappointed when your arms don't go around his neck in greeting after he returns from his long day at Jujutsu High.

Instead, he's greeted by your back, already walking to the couch in slow, tired steps.

"What's wrong, love? Is everything okay?"

You have little to no energy to answer, and you don't. Kento doesn't need to see this side of you, you think, as you pull yourself into your redundant warmth left in the seat you were occupying.

He winced as the reason flashed at him.

Nanami hates seeing you in pain, tired and shut off, curled into the edge of the couch with a pout on your pretty lips. You stay away from human interaction every time your period arrives to avoid making them prey to your emotional fluctuations. You're sore, achy and quiet, and he hates it. Seeing you hide from him as you suffer from those menacing cramps is his last straw, deciding that he must take matters in his own hands for your well-being.

His lips skim over the delicate skin of your neck, laying down kisses all over, making you squirm with his gentle teasing.

His eyes are dark with profound lust as his long fingers pump in and out of your cunt, rubbing your walls perfectly, the extra lubrication allowing him to ease his fingers more deeply inside you, and restrains himself from tasting the moans and whimpers off your decadent lips.

"So sensitive."

The teasing lilt behind his husky voice makes your walls flutter around his fingers, eyelids shutting close at the sensation, a small, audible cry of pleasure coming from your throat as your belly palpitates.

Your lashes are thick with unshed tears, fingers curling into the sheets as you try your best to rock into his fingers, reluctant to keep your gaze locked to his, as more moans tumble down your kiss-bitten lips.

The smell and tang of blood ignored, neutralized by your nose; all you can smell is him, all you can feel is him; his eyes, his fingers; the sound of him, the guttural edge to his voice, the praises and kisses his mouth provided you after one displeased look on your face.

Spread out like his favourite meal, continuous mewls of his name, your submission and trust towards him handed in a silver platter, for him to taste and have his fill. Not to mention the way pale pink slick coated your swollen folds, the tip of your clit red, streaks of crimson staining those pretty nether lips guarding the most intimate parts of your body.

All because of a few languid strokes of his fingers in your little pussy.

Kento feels inexplicable joy as your mouth slacks open.

"Look at me."

The rasping delivery of his voice has your head turn to the other side and nod a 'no' furiously, eyelids squeezed shut, tummy fluttering with a couple hundred butterflies, wanting to stray away from his intense gaze.

"C'mon. Let me see those eyes, Y/n. I'm not going to ask again."

Reluctantly, you peel your eyes open to meet his, lips parting open to release a few unsteady breaths at the sight of his lustful chestnut browns.

"Now, tell me what you want. I'll give it to you. Go on, ask."

"Nanami-" you're cut off by a high pitched whine as his tongue draws a circle around your belly button.

He knows how sensitive you are during these days and doesn't hesitate to take advantage of it.

"I said, tell me what you want. Beg only when I ask you to."

Your requests die down as he grasps your hip with one free hand, jerking you close to him before reaching out, trailing his hand up your body to your tangled wrists and pulling them above your head, holding it up and above because he needs your attention.

He ogles at your breasts, sore, tingly, aching to be touched, to be licked and stimulated, to relieve them of their discomfort and see your face twisted with pleasure.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

Your back arches when the warm wetness of his pink tongue gives a firm lick to your left nipple, gasping out his name and loud into the room.

"Don't hesitate."

He huffs, briefly kissing your lips and tightening the grip of his hand on your wrists.

Your neck is turned away, heat occupying your face, chest rising and falling rapidly as you writhe. Nanami's fingers graze a spot which has you crying out and clenching over his thick fingers, much to his content.

A breathy gasp falls to his ears when he blows warm air to your nipples, taut and longing to be played with.

"If you don't speak," he says, kissing your sternum, "I'll keep toying with you until you cum hard on my fingers."

His warning is not taken into consideration when he envelopes his lips around your nipple and sucks, instantly drawing moans from you. He hollows his cheeks, pulling your teat into his ardent mouth, letting his tongue do the work. Incomprehensible sounds, whines and cries is all he hears, flicking your oversensitive bud, simultaneously driving his fingers into you at a slow, agonizing pace.

"Kento!-" you moan, his gaze immediately following you.

"Yes?"

"Please."

Finally.

You're finally looking at him, at his eyes, at the desperate craving in his eyes.

The thick fingers inside you stroke every nerve ending, your climax inching towards you in a steady but rapid pace. You whine as he presses the heel of his rough palm against your clit, grounding into the bundle of nerves as he fingers you simultaneously.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart." he asks, this time, his voice so sweet and soothing that you'd think this was a regular conversation with him.

"I- mmh- wanna cum, Kento- need to cum on your fingers."

"As you wish, sweetie. Go on, come for me."

Your walls tighten and clench around his fingers multiple times, a singular screech of his name in your voice, gooseflesh covering your skin as you ride out your peak on his hand, leaving huge wrinkles in the white sheets he loved oh so much.

You hazily recognise your boyfriend's face as he appears in your focus, your first action being to get his head close to yours and kiss him hard.

Nanami is the one who breaks it and grunts:

"Let's take this to the shower, yeah? You need a massage as well. Now, come here and allow me to carry you, okay?"

Sometimes, you need a little pampering and who better than Nanami to remind you of that?

© 2023 all rights to multistan-247 - don't copy or modify.

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[madschiavelique]

HSUDHDBD!!! I love your work sm and I really enjoy reading it 😭😭 (tears of joy) they're literally works of art and honestly I hope that someday that I'll be better at writing than how I am now :' also a lil request i have in mind is a lil Miguel x Reader sort of thing like,, aftercare after a night of some rough seggs?? That or just taking care of said Reader when they're in any sort of pain (ex; period cramps, dealing with trauma, etc)

OMG THANK U SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAA AND YES THIS YES

i chose to write on miguel taking care of reader when they're on their periods (because i am, endometriosis is hitting hard af DFQZRESG)

summary : Miguel takes care of you when you're on your periods

content warnings : mentions of menstrual blood (reader is on their periods), other than that it's absolute fluff - so sweet you'll get cavities after reading this, afab reader, no use of Y/N word count : 2k

tag list : @fandom-ash

status of my requests according to the date of this post : CLOSED (asks are open though)

Fuck.

You'd woken up in the middle of the night with a terrible tummy ache, a hot, heavy pain felt in your lower abdomen accompanied by an intense hot flush that took over your whole body unpleasantly. You had a good suspicion of what it was, so you got up, trying not to make too much noise, although every movement seemed to give you incredible pain, making you whimper.

Miguel groaned in his sleep as you stood up, bent over as your belly and the low of your back ached excruciatingly. You made your way to the bathroom, which fortunately wasn't too far from your bedroom, each step making you feel as if your thighs were about to separate from your pelvis.

You pulled down your panties, a dark stain soaking the fabric. You sat down, taking the opportunity to really go to the bathroom, and when you wiped, the vibrant carmine color covered the paper.

Fuck. Shit. Son of a bitch.

You had your period, and it was never pleasant. You knew they'd be coming soon, it had been at least three days if not more since you'd started to feel cramps in your lower abdomen and pain in your breasts, the only surprise you had left was when they'd arrive.

And they'd chosen the delightful moment of the middle of the night to wake you up, how thoughtful of them, how generous. You sighed, your panties were full of blood, you had to get yourself another pair, which meant coming back into the room and trying not to make too much noise for Miguel.

You stood up, putting your knickers in the laundry, unable to find the strength to clean them now. You opened Miguel's cabinet, but found no painkillers... You'd forgotten to stock up on painkillers for your period. An umpteenth sigh of desolation took hold of you as you came to pinch the bridge of your nose.

You closed the cabinet door and turned to see Miguel, which surprised you a little. His eyebrows were furrowed, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhaled.

"Something's wrong?"

It had only been two weeks since you'd moved into Miguel's quarters, and before that you'd avoided seeing him when that time of the month came around for you. The smell of your body and what it was expelling must have alerted him to your condition. You inhaled, rubbing your eyes as your belly suddenly clenched and you had to sit back down on the toilet.

Miguel immediately knelt down in front of you as the cramps made you bend double until your forehead touched your knees, completely distraught by your condition.

"Nena, what's going on?" he asked, stroking your back with one hand and your leg with the other. "Please tell me."

You breathed in, trying to articulate as the pain brought you to tears.

"I'm on my periods," you managed to say through clenched teeth.

He said nothing, and you wiped your eyes as you looked down at your knees.

"I'm so sorry I woke you up," you said, trembling as you tried to breathe properly, the wave of cramp easing slightly.

"Hey," he says, taking your chin between his fingers, bringing your eyes to his worried ones, "don't apologize. Just tell me what you need me to do right now."

You looked up at him, eyes moist.

"I need another pair of panties, a pad... I put some here in the closet," you said, pointing to said closet in the room, "and a painkiller for now." you said softly.

Miguel nodded, kissing you gently before standing up.

"Don't move," he said before leaving the room.

It was probably the easiest order you'd ever get from him, if not the nicest. So you just sat there, completely folded in on yourself, waiting.

Miguel returned with one of your panties in hand, opened the cupboard to grab the packet of sanitary pads you'd placed there, and came to kneel before you again, handing you both items.

You took the undies and pulled them down to your ankles, mechanically opening your sanitary towel package and placing it over your underwear. You then stood up in front of him, pulling the panties up over you, sitting back down.

He watched you, his tongue creating a tent in his cheek.

"For the painkiller, I don't have any pills. I only have one that's... peculiar." he told you as he stroked your calf gently.

"Which is?" you asked softly, feeling a little safer from creating stains now that you were carrying something against you.

He said nothing, simply opening his mouth and pointing to his slightly extended canine.

You knew that Miguel had an antidote in the venom he secreted that acted as both a painkiller and a sedative. The latter, come to think of it, would not only allow you to sleep peacefully, but also to feel less pain.

"Bite me, Miguel," you asked, almost desperate for him to bring you any sense of relief.

He inhaled, nodding.

"Open your legs, the closer to the pain the bite the faster the venom will act."

You bit the inside of your cheek, this will be unexpectedly sexy, you thought.

So you spread your legs, moving closer to the edge of the toilet. His warm hand came to rest on your thigh, Miguel coming as close as possible to the inside of it as your hand caressed his hair.

You felt his hot breath on your skin before he bit down. The abrupt sensation of his canines in your skin made you tighten your grip on his hair, but he didn't flinch. He let the venom spread, then retracted his teeth as he ran a gentle stroke of his tongue over both slits, finishing the act with a gentle kiss over them.

"Good," he said simply as he straightened up.

He brought one hand behind your back, the other coming to rest behind your knees, and raising you against him princess style. You brought your arms around his neck, as he led you out of the bathroom.

"I can walk, you know that right?" you smile against him.

"In this state? I won't let you move," he replied.

He led you into your bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. He came to lie behind you, pulling the comforter up over you both as he curled up against you, becoming the big spoon. He placed his hand on your lower belly, the warmth of the latter soothing a little the fire dwelling there.

The venom was also starting to take effect, making you want to sleep again and greatly easing your pain. He kissed the back of your neck and you drifted off to sleep.

You felt so soothed. You'd been dreading a situation like this, but in the end Miguel had reacted perfectly, and you fell asleep much more relaxed.

When you woke up, the antidote was gradually fading from your blood. You were wrapped up in your comforters so snugly that you didn't want to move, and you weren't going to.

You opened your eyes, and on your bedside table were four different boxes of medicine, with a glass of water beside them. Miguel must have got some painkillers for you, and probably not knowing exactly which brand you preferred, he'd taken several.

You smiled, straightening up slightly to sit down and pick up the box you were most familiar with to take a pill and drink it immediately.

"Lyla?" you asked, putting the glass back down.

"Well hello," the little orange pixel cloud materialized before your eyes.

"Is Miguel away?" you asked.

"In truth, he's in the kitchen right now, preparing..." she checked her data, and quoted the name of your favorite dish.

You made a little pout mixed with a smile, Miguel was really taking care of you till the last bits of himself.

You straightened up, placing your foot on the floor as you grimaced. You had to go and change your pad, and although the deal was unpleasant, you got up to go to the bathroom. But first, you made a detour to the kitchen to at least say hello to Miguel.

You arrived in the kitchen, the smell of your dish's ingredients wafting through the air.

"Buenos dias, bebé", you smiled as you entered the kitchen, leaning against the wall.

He turned immediately, surprised not only by your little use of Spanish, but especially by the fact that you were standing. He approached you, smiling gently as he kissed your forehead.

"I told you that I wouldn't let you move," he said, coming over to stroke your hair.

"I just came to tell you good morning," you assured him as you brought your hand to his waist.

He pretended to think, "not a sufficient excuse to move."

"I have to change my pad ?" you offered as another explanation.

"Still not a valid excuse, nena." he smiled before taking you by the waist and raising you against him, his hands resting on your back and thighs as he led you to the bathroom.

You sighed, but couldn't help appreciating the attention he was giving you. He set you down in the bathroom, letting you change your pad, then taking you back into his arms as he led you back into the bedroom.

He laid you gently on the bed.

"Don't move," he said again, "really."

"I won't, I promise." you said, putting your hand on your heart as you covered yourself with the comforter.

He smiled softly, kissing you before standing up and leaving the room. "Lyla," you called again, the cloud appearing once more, "report on Miguel's occupations since waking up." "As good as done, Chief," she smiled as she brought up a small timetable showing each of his activities. "Miguel woke up this morning at eight o'clock, his first demand being to give him as much documentation on menstruation as possible. After reading a number of articles, he asked me questions about what to do for a loved one at a time like this. Subsequently, Miguel went to the various commercial areas of the society where he made several purchases including: a hot water bottle, a whole bag of snacks, a variety of ingredients for lunch, a dozen packets of sanitary pads, and four tablets of different pills to treat the symptoms." You glanced at your bedside table, "Finally, he filed for leave this week. Since his return, he has begun preparing the dish. Shortly afterwards, you woke up."

Your heart clenched with emotion. Miguel had done all this? For your sake? You could feel the tears welling up, the sensitivity brought on by the periods not helping your situation.

Miguel came back into the room, hot water bottle in hand, but noticing your shining eyes and trembling chin, he rushed over to you.

"Is everything okay ? Why are you crying, nena?"

You're the why, you thought, in the most adorable and safe possible way you are the one making me cry.

You threw yourself at him, taking him in your arms and holding him close as hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

"I love you," you whispered against him.

You felt him relax under this revelation, coming to wrap his arms around your back as he pulled you into his embrace.

"I love you too, nena." he whispered as he came to cup your wet cheeks, kissing your lips softly there.

You looked up at him, your eyes tender with love.

"I brought you a hot water bottle," he smiled, showing it to you.

You gave a little laugh, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands.

"Thanks," you grinned as you took it in your hands, its comforting warmth perfect for your body's torment.

"Would you like to watch something? Just tell me what you'd like and I'll take care of it."

You smiled wider, sighing lovingly as you offered to watch one of your comfort movies. He nodded, coming to kiss you again.

These would probably be the best periods you'd ever had, and it was all thanks to him.

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[goosefruit]

the best cure for period cramps

vanessa shelly x fem!reader

tw: nsfw, period cramps, period sex, oral, fingering, yeah thats pretty much it, i guess you can say theres fluff A/N: yall i actually dont know how to use tumblr so i hope im doing this right

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"Y/N, baby? You okay in there?" Vanessa's voice rang out from down the hallway. 

You rubbed your eyes, groaning as you made your best attempt at sitting up. The clock on the wall read 11:30AM. 

For the past hour, you had been drifting in and out of sleep, the pain in your lower abdomen growing progressively more intense. It was that time of the month again, when your uterus made it impossible for you to do anything except lying in bed miserably. To make matters worse, you had ran out of painkillers again.

"Yeah. Well. Except for the part where I feel like I'm bleeding out to death." You replied with a wince as another round of dull, throbbing pain seized your body. 

Vanessa had woken up an hour ago to make the two of you breakfast, the smell of freshly made bacon evident even behind the closed bedroom door. 

"Period cramps?" She entered the room to sit on the edge of the bed.

You nodded, grimacing at how pathetic you must have looked. 

"Aw, I'm sorry you're in so much pain. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I'm out of painkillers. And I'm so thirsty I'm starting to wonder if I'm evaporating on top of bleeding out."

Vanessa let out a little chuckle at that. "Wait here. I'll grab you some water."

She came back a few moments later with a cup of hot tea and a plate of bacon and toast. The food was mouth-watering, but the torturous pain was ruining your appetite to the point where you feared you might throw up if you tried to eat. 

"Do try to eat something, but I understand if you're not hungry right now." She placed the breakfast and tea down on the nightstand before joining you on the bed. "Come here my love, let me hold you."

She wrapped her arms around you and placed a gentle kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead. You took small sips of the comforting tea, the warm liquid providing some momentary relief. 

"I don't mean to cross any boundaries, but..." An idea sparked Vanessa's mind. 

"..mhm?"

"A drive down to the nearest pharmacy would take at least 10 minutes. And then another 10 back. Since you're in so much pain, I do know a quick method to relieve period cramps...but it's unconventional."

"Please Vanessa, tell me. Anything."

"Orgasms." She bit her lip to avoid making a face. 

Your expression made it obvious that this was not the response you were expecting. However, you were not opposed to the idea. At all.

"Let me explain. Orgasms release dopamine, which, you know is the chemical that helps with increasing pain tolerance." She sounded like a total nerd, which you found adorable. "So if you want to, I can make you cum, maybe even multiple times. I've tried it before, and God does it work wonders," she added that last part with a blush.

"Are you sure? I don't feel exactly sexy when I'm passing blood clots from my vagina every hour."

"Baby. I would love to go down on you. The only thing you have to do is let me know if you're comfortable with it."

And that was how you ended up with your girlfriend between your legs, blood dripping down her chin as she lapped at your clit. 

"Mmm, fuck Nessa. 'M so sensitive." You whined, clutching a fistful of the sheets. Everything felt tender on your period. 

"You-- got this-- my love--" she breathed out between strokes of her tongue. "Doing so-- fucking--- good for me--"

You moaned loudly as she pushed one finger inside of your sore pussy. It slid in easily, the blood acting as extra lubricant. 

"Harder, Ness. Baby, please fuck me harder."

She pumped into you harder at your request, adding in a second finger to stretch you out. Her fingers repeatedly brushed against your gspot, and you gasped in response every single time. 

Vanessa looked so unbelievably gorgeous going down on you: loose blonde strands falling out of her usually neat ponytail, eyes gazing up at you with a combination of lust and care, blood smeared all over her face and dripping from her swollen lips. The sight was almost enough to make you climax at a glance. 

"Don't stop. Holy shit, don't stop, I'm so close." The knot in your stomach tightened.

"Cum for me Y/N," the blonde wrapped her lips around your puffy clit and brought you oh so close to the edge. "Come on my tongue and give me every last bit of your pain. Let it all go, my angel." 

Your mind was too blurry to form a single word, so the only noise you could let out was a scream as your pussy twitched around her fingers, an orgasm crashing into you with full force. Vanessa continued to draw circles on your clit with her tongue until you had come down from your high. It must had been a whole minute before the stars in your vision cleared. You smiled, both at the intensity of the orgasm, and as you noticed the lack of aching pain in your abdomen.  

"So, how do you feel?" Vanessa looked so proud of herself, pulling her fingers out and wiping her bloody chin with the back of her hand. 

"Oh my god, I fucking love you. That was mind-blowing." 

Trailing kisses up your body, she pressed her lips to yours, filling your mouth with the metallic taste of your pleasure. 

You found that the taste of your blood was oddly sexy, perhaps because the image of her covered in it, devouring your cunt, was still ingrained in your brain. 

"Want another pain reliever?"

"I'll let you know when the cramps start up again." You chuckled and pulled her in closer to deepen the kiss. 

#vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #vanessa fnaf #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa shelly smut #wlw nsft #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader

[perfidious-prophet]

The fucking things they dont tell you when you fucking start Testosterone.

Yeah, everybody knows about the deeper voice and the dreaded asshair, but these were my unfunny little surprises after 3 months on T. Reminder that shit will always vary from person to person because we're not all clones of each other, whatever.

1. Bottom growth fucking hurts. Sometimes I don't want to wear pants. I knew it would happen, didn't know it'd be so uncomfortable. And it starts fast. Like first dose fast.

2. The irritability goes fucking CRAZY it's like I'm constantly PMSing. I get why dudes punch walls. Oh my god. I know how to keep my anger wraps, but holy shit.

3. On the topic of PMSing. I had temporary worsening of menstrual cramps. Jesus fuck. I was having pain before menstruation started for days, and sometimes just randomly. I hope it doesn't flare up, but it seems to be calming down now. I think my body is freaking out over weird hormone levels.

4. Vocal fatigue. Talking hurts. I expected voice cracks, obviously, but why the fuck does this shit hurt? I don't even want to talk that much anymore. My voice just gives out. It's still deepening, so a win is a win, I guess.

5. Apathy, emptiness, anhedonia, and numbness. My motivation has tanked. I don't fucking care anymore. I just want people to leave me alone so I can take a nap. I already had mental issues before starting T, and I don't think T gave this to me, but it's definitely changed how I feel my mental illnesses. I have to like relearn how to cope and shit. I don't recommend starting hormones if you're an emotionally unstable dumbass like myself. This is literally second puberty, mood swings and teen angst included. I am a volatile, angry little man.

6. Anxiety. Like I said, teen angst. My panic attacks now include intense nausea, which is New and Uncool. Dunno why that happened. But I'm just nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about. I consistently feel like I've forgotten to do homework. I am not even in school anymore. Rad!

7. Psychosis? I had my first intense psychotic break at 14. It lasted 6 months, give or take. I've had shorter episodes on and off since then. My symptoms are stress based. The emotional strain is, naturally, pushing me towards the edge again. I am sure I will explode brilliantly and violently within the weeks to come.

8. Male loneliness is real dudes. Have friends.

9. It's harder to mask. I've been periodically going mute again. I'd never really stopped, but it's more frequent now.

Anyway that's my rant I think.

I'm not telling you not to do hormones. I'm not your dad. But it's not fucking easy. Anyway I have no intention of stopping. I am thuggin that shit out. I had a really really tough time during first puberty, and I suspect I'm going to have issues the second time around.

I am happy with the changes I am experiencing physically. I still feel confident and sure of my identity as a trans man. I am just not very happy about losing control over my mental state again. We'll see how it goes. If I'm lucky, I'll get medicated. I can't afford a therapist right now.

Good luck out there, whoever you are.

#testosterone #hrt #ftm #ftm hrt #gaht #gender affirming care #transgender #lgbtq #trans man #trans masculine #rant post #medical transition #hormones #hormone therapy #genderqueer #borderline personality disorder #schizophreniform

[broodybuck]

Title: Bad Timing

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, handjobs, established relationship, hydra, Bucky recovering, semi-public sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

[ao3 link]

Bucky has trauma, Steve knows this. He respects his boyfriend's space when he needs it. He never questions Bucky if he says he's not in the mood, which happens often if he's being honest. They still have plenty of sex but at least a few times a month — during bad times, a few times a week — Bucky doesn't want to be touched.

And Steve is okay with this, of course he is. If anything, it makes him savor the times they do make love even more. As cheesy as that sounds, which is why he doesn't say that part out loud.

Nevertheless, Steve never knows when the mood is going to strike again. And this includes when Bucky's not going to be in the mood as well. It can switch at any moment. Steve has to be careful even if he comes home horny as hell, he has to prepare himself that Bucky might not be able to participate.

On the other hand, when the flame does spark again after a period of nothing, well Bucky undeniably gets very horny. And it doesn't always happen at the most perfect times. The Quinjet seems to be a commonplace Bucky gets his libido back. Steve's heard that's a thing — something about the air pressure or vibrations. He doesn't really care, it's the reason he's so excited to get on the jet these days. They've fucked in that tiny bathroom too many times to count.

Steve doesn't care about the inconvenient, cramped spaces. He craves every moment Bucky wants him. He'd never want to deny his boyfriend, especially in these unforeseen moments. But even Steve will admit that the day he's called to the Smithsonian to give a talk to retired vets is a really bad time to be turned on.

Regardless of timing, Bucky's hard as a rock in the makeshift dressing room Steve's been given to prep. The room is a small office being lent to them for the afternoon. It was one of the few spaces that has privacy versus the larger offices with floor-to-ceiling windows. Steve didn't complain about the room and currently, he's quickly wondering if it was a blessing in disguise.

Bucky is sitting on the couch trying to discreetly cross his legs but it's a futile attempt when he has a boner bulging down his thigh.

Even in his momentary panic at the bad timing, Steve feels his mouth water at the sight. It's been over a week for them which is possibly the longest they've ever gone without sex. Steve's been waiting, as patiently as he can, for Bucky to get the urge back but did it really have to happen now? Steve glances at his watch, they'll be escorting him down the hall in fifteen minutes.

"Really, Buck?" Steve hisses.

He doesn't mean for it to come out so harsh but he's suddenly fighting with the looming temptation that's swiftly coating his skin.

Bucky snaps to him with a look of confusion.

"This is a terrible time," Steve sighs, motioning to his boyfriend's crotch.

Bucky looks down guiltily and tries to rearrange himself once again to hide his erection — with no luck.

"I have to be out there in fifteen minutes!" Steve stresses.

"I know," Bucky says uneasily. "I didn't say anything."

"How could I miss that," Steve whines and they both hear the want in his voice.

Bucky tries to adjust himself again, really trying to keep it together. Steve knows how intense it feels when he finally gets aroused again. It's never so normal for either of them with the serum but with Bucky, it's even worse when his body lacks that kind of blood flow for a while.

"I'm sorry, alright," Bucky snaps back. "I wasn't asking you to do anything. I know it's a bad time. I can't help it."

Steve sighs, runs a hand down his face. "I know that."

"Then just go make your speech. I'm fine."

Steve steps over to the couch and sits down next to him. Bucky instantly flinches. Not in a scared way, Steve knows this. In a way that says if he touches him, there's no turning back. That only makes Steve's skin scorch.

"Steve," Bucky grits through his teeth in warning.

What he doesn't know is how much his attempt to restrain himself is making Steve's cock throb. Steve carefully puts a hand on Bucky's knee and watches his boyfriend tense up. He checks his watch again.

"We have a little time," Steve says.

Bucky's eyes widen in disbelief. "What if they come to get you early?"

"We both know we can be quick," Steve smirks.

Bucky's eyes close slowly and Steve can tell he's giving everything he can to resist the offer but they both know he won't.

Bucky's eyes open again. They stare at each other for a long beat then in a split second, Bucky pounces on him. Literally pounces with his mouth first and tongue second, he's on top of Steve groping him like a teenager.

Steve's just as into it, devouring his kiss back, putting his hands everywhere too. He rushes just as much since they don't have the time to savor anything. They both fumble for each other's pants making quick work of the fly.

Bucky thankfully doesn't tear Steve's — that would've been embarrassing on stage. And then they're pumping each other hard and fast. Steve has to pull away to gasp, god he's missed this. He's wanted Bucky all week. And he knows it doesn't sound like a long time, but he wants Bucky every second of every day so for him, over a week is an eternity.

Bucky starts to moan, Steve can tell he's already close. He always gets this desperate wounded tone to his moans when it's been a while. It's become one of Steve's favorite sounds — a small silver lining in this recurring pattern.

Steve kisses down Bucky's neck and sucks hard, knowing he can leave a mark since Bucky isn't needed on stage. And Bucky loves it, whines even louder until Steve remembers where they are. He throws a hand over Bucky's mouth.

"We gotta— be quiet, Buck," Steve pants.

Bucky nods under his palm, squeezes his eyes closed and Steve knows he's coming now. Feels the release begin to pump onto his hand. When he realizes he can't get his clothes dirty, he leans over Bucky shoving his cock toward him so Bucky's shirt takes the load. He keeps stroking him until the throbbing lessens and Bucky whimpers against his hand. Steve takes both hands off him and leaves a kiss on his cheek.

Bucky comes back to himself enough to realize he's holding Steve's cock limply. He restarts an aggressive motion of jerking Steve off. Steve has to cover his own mouth with how much he wants to groan. Especially when he begins to come a minute later and Bucky has already caught onto the clothes issue so he pulls Steve's cock toward him and he's soon covered in Steve's release too.

Steve swears he tries to watch every second of that but it feels so unbelievably good, his eyes close against his will.

He reopens his eyes slowly when he registers Bucky kissing the side of his face.

"I think you got a speech to make, Cap," Bucky smiles.

Steve laughs breathily still trying to catch his breath. Bucky zips them both back up and then pats Steve's thigh just as a knock sounds at the door.

"Captain?" a voice calls. "We're ready for you."

Steve kisses Bucky one last time before he hops up from the couch with a beaming smile. He opens the door.

"Ready, ma'am," Steve says and shuts the door behind him so no one sees the mess he and his boyfriend made.

#stucky #stucky smut #stucky fic #oneshot

[metacrisisdoctor]

Lying with this love, that’s where he’ll be

an alien intruder makes itself known in the tyler household. for the @tentoorosemicrofics challenge. i used “icy” as the prompt. cookies for anyone who understands what the title is a refence to!

1.7k. family fluff. post empire of the wolf.

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Like most things, it will all make sense in retrospect. Or at least some of it will.

The situation is starting to come into focus now, really- the thought of what could be happening so terrifying Rose can only mentally kick herself for letting the Doctor wander off into the snow to get her some aspirin for her cramps.

("Never doubt my love for you, Rose Tyler. This stuff could kill me.")

Well- what she had thought were period cramps.

Cramps have never felt this bad though, and the only thing Rose can focus on is the terrified look on her daughter's face. And the pain. Oh God, the pain. Splitting pain radiating from her womb and spreading, spreading, spreading until she can barely walk over to the sofa, even with Mia holding her arm and leading the way with a patience no teenage girl can muster unless they're really scared.

It's then that is clicks. The only time she's ever felt this pain was seventeen years ago.

She's in labour. And she hadn't even known she was pregnant.

This universe has a sense of humor, doesn't it? Hard to deny that now.

For years Mia had begged them for a sibling, and they'd tried. Of course they had. Many times, without complaint. Sometimes multiple times a day, as due diligence. They had a name picked out and everything, the perfect name. And when the Doctor saw a tiny suit or miniature converse, he couldn't help but bring them home.

They'd tried until they could say that one child was miracle enough, and after a while Mia had contended herself with an orange cat that the Doctor pretended to hate and playdates with Tony.

They were happy. They are happy. 

Happiness comes and goes, however. In this moment, happy is certainly not the term she would use.

The contraction that takes a hold of her is so intense that her knees give out. It increases until she can't help but scream in agony while Mia holds her waist. A drop of sweat falls into Rose's eye and blurs her vision when she opens her eyes. The room seems bigger than it ever has, the couch never so bloody fucking stupidly far.

"Don't die," Mia whimpers. Rose can feel her daughter's arms trembling, and she knows she's crying. There is nothing Rose wants more than to comfort her, to stand up straight and tell her that she's fine. That she isn't dying. But she can barely string together three words.

Three words are better than none, "I'm gonna alright." 

Mia sniffles, "I love you, Mummy."

And blimey, Mia hasn't called her anything other than "Mum" or "whatever," in ages. It's enough to to make her laugh, tears springing to her eyes at how young Mia sounds. But it makes her heart hurt too. Mia really thinks she’s watching her die. 

The pain ebbs into a dull ache, giving her enough reprieve to say those words back and keep moving. When they finally make it to the sofa, Rose pulls her phone from her pocket to call her husband. Her hands are slick with sweat and the device slips from her hands like butter and clatters to the floor.

Rose curses, taking a deep breath. "I need you to call your father. He should be back soon, he just went to the store but we should warn him... before he gets home."

Mia's eyes are as wide as saucers despite the sleep lines on her face and her messy braid. Guilt twists inside Rose again. She had hoped this, whatever it was, wouldn't wake her. But it did, of course it did. She was having a baby for Christ's sake.

"Warn him about what?! We don't even know what's wrong. We have to get to the hospital."

A furious shake of the head has Mia's mouth closing back up. She lifts her hips and starts tugging her sweatpants down. "No time. Baby's coming."

"Baby?! Since when are you pregnant?!"

"Hell if I know!"

Just then fresh, freezing air spreads throughout the room, cooling Rose's burning skin as the Doctor bursts through the door. The small bag of pain killers and crisps in his hand looks equal parts ridiculous and terribly endearing. He has snow on his shoulders, piled on the blue wool of his coat, soaking his cotton jim jams and stuck to his hair.

He's panting like he's been running, his own terrified expression mirroring Mia's- but it's clear that he heard every last bit of their exchange before opening the door.

"I already called him," Mia explains, tapping her temple a bit smugly, "with my mind."

Before Rose can respond something cheeky about their alien mind connection the pain rips through her again, and she slides off the sofa and onto the floor with a groan. She tastes blood and realizes she's biting her cheek. 

Snow tracks across the room as he makes his way over to them. He quickly shrugs off the coat and kneels on the floor in front of his wife. His hands are cold as ice and Rose flinches when he gently touches her thigh, then leans down to have a look.

"Oh hello," he croons, before looking back up and smiling widely. "You're crowning. I can see the head. Looks like I'm right on time for once."

"I didn't know," Rose sobs, thinking of all the glasses of wine she's had. The prenatal pills she should have taken- especially at her age. It's hard to know exactly how old she is anymore, but above forty is a good guess. She thinks of the spotting she had taken as her period, as menopause kicking in.

The small, tiny bulge that she had thought was bloating. But it was a baby, their baby, somehow hidden away in her own body.

How could she have been so blind?

"Rose, I know what you're thinking but it's alright. None of us knew. But I don't think our child wants to be ignored any longer, eh?"

They share a small smile and Mia nods in agreement, pushing the sweaty hair away from her mothers face. Rose attempts to pull her hand from Mia's but the teenager refuses to let go, determined. "I'm not leaving."

It's all goes so fast then, nothing like her seventeen hour long labour of years past. The silence of the night is filled with the sounds of one small, (mostly) human life making it's way home.

"Come on, you're doing so well. Just one big one for me."

Her red, blotchy face scrunches as she pushes one more time.

"I'll catch you," the Doctor says, and she knows he's not talking to her anymore. Suddenly, she really really want to meet her baby. It's as if she can't wait another second to hold them. Besides her Mia gasps and let's go of her hand, finally, to whip off her favourite pink hoodie for the Doctor to wrap the baby in.

Just like that it's over. Her husband makes a sound of victory, between a sob and cheer. The room is suspiciously silent though, and she sits up straighter, trying to get a look at them despite her pain and confusion. The entire room smells like copper.

Her voice is raw and trembling when she speaks, "Why isn't he crying?"

He's so small, the chock of brown hair on his head the only thing making him seem bigger than he is. 

Fear contracts around her heart like scar tissue, old memories of children they have both lost in their time apart bubbling to the surface of the ocean of her mind and threatening to pull them down into an abyss she doesn't know if they could ever come back from. She watches as the Doctor rubs circles on the baby's back, his face tense. After what feels like an eternity, a piercing cry fills the room.

"That's more like it," the Doctor chuckles, his voice thick with unshed tears. Relief courses through her entire being, her arms opening instinctively. "I think he was asleep."

It makes sense doesn't it? At least in her mind it does. Mia had been non-stop energy, dancing on her bladder at all times. Takes after her father. Maybe this one shares her love for sleeping in. But even if he doesn't, she doesn't mind one bit.

"Where have you been hiding?" She murmurs as their son is place on her chest, wrapped in his sisters love, delivered from his father's hands. The three of them sit in stunned, awed silence until he settles, making small snuffled sounds into Rose's sternum. 

Mia's words are accompanied by a small giggle. "A little stowaway, he is." She tugs the fabric that obscures his slimey little face down to run a fingertip over his features, amazed that her little brother has finally made an appearance.

Rose marvels at how well the Doctor is taking this, how perfect the timing is. He had been so afraid to be a father again. If it hadn't been for Tony, maybe he would have been able to open his heart to this part of himself again, but she's so glad he did. Fatherhood fits him like a glove, like he was born for it. But if Mia had been a surprise, she doesn't know how he would have reacted. 

Everything worked out just as it should have, it seems.

In a few moments they will rush to the hospital, they'll call Jackie and tell her there won't be a Christmas party this year after all. There will be months of nappy changes, and sleepless nights and guilt followed by comfort. By happiness. By love. Always, always love.

Now, at three in the morning, there is a moment of complete serenity as snow continues to fall around their townhouse. The fireplace crackles. All old wounds heal.

A family of four, propped on the floor, nestled safely in their home.

"It's good to finally meet you, Jack." the Doctor whispers then leans toward and presses a kiss to Rose's brow, then one to Mia's before making his way back down to the newest member of their family. "And don't you dare let your grandmother think we named you after her. I'll tell you now, in fact, at two minutes old, that you were named after-"

—

Somewhere in a world not much different than their own, Captain Jack Harkness suddenly looks up at the sky and smiles.

He doesn't know why.

#* #my fic #dw fic #doctor who #dw #doctor x rose #tentoo x rose #tentoorose #tentoo #rose tyler #metacrisis doctor #mia tyler #timepetals #tenrose #ten x rose #(for exposure) #don't love this but it's done

[hyunsvngs]

I'm on my period right now but fuck I just want Hyunjin to finger me with them long ass fingers 🥴

Imagine:

You haven't been feeling good he last couple days. The cramps started out slow and you just had a lot of pressure building up and the heating pad wasn't enough so you ask your boyfriend, Hyunjin, if he'd be okay dicking you down before you started your period cuz you're not sure if he's okay with period sex or not as you both have never discussed it before

You and Hyunjin are now in the bedroom and things are getting heated. He's slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of you, occasionally curling them upwards while trying to scissor you open so you can take his fat ass cock with minimal pain (which never happens bc he's obviously got a monster cock)

"babe... baby! Stop. I need you to stop. I think I just started my period." You panted, feeling that familiar gush that's paired with your intense cramps you've been having all day fading away.

"awe look at my baby making a mess on my fingers. It's okay, baby. It happens, I don't mind. Let me make you feel good, please??" He begs, thumb now circling your clit trying to get you to cum rather than this just being a stretch

You nod your head, biting your lip and whimpering as he's firmly circling your clit and his fingers reaching so deep just to curl up directly into your g-spot now.

Good god yes please 🥴 my brain is fuzzy after writing that.

And I guess I'm gonna claim 🎮 anon if that's okay with you??

-🎮

ILOVE PERIOD SEX!!! ITS JUST BLOOD EVERYONE ITS JUST BLOODDDD WHO CARES!!!! i promise u no man cares either, coming from someone in a long term relationship LOL. if you wanna have period sex do it omg!!!

that being said… hyunjin fingering you on your period to make you cum to alleviate cramps:(( he’s so that boyfie. and him saying “it happens, i don’t mind” aghhh oh my god :(( i’d be so comforted and i would LOVE for hyune to do this. i’m also on my period rn so this hits hard lol

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡ #🎮 anon 💌 #asks: hyune

[thedawningofthehour]

Me: *Seeing that Fai got her period* Ha! Karma finally!

Me: * gets his period exactly one day later* And what the fuck did I do wrong?!?

No kidding anymore, periods can be really fucking bitches, I got a bipolar bitch and lucky for me she sometimes behaves herself, which THANK GOD was the case this time. I still remember one time when I almost passed out in the shower from the pain, on the bright side, I didn't have to go to school, on the other, it was a couple of hours where dying seemed like a good idea at the time.

If you want my opinion, pain pills and warm washcloths help.

It's like we sync up over wifi. (my sister and I accuse each other of 'giving' each other our periods)

I've been having periods for eighteen years now so I know what works for me, but thanks. I don't really get cramps like most do, I mostly just get really intense back pain. I have a nice heating pad so I just kind of melt into a puddle for a few days. And I bleed through pads so quickly I can only really sleep in two hour increments before I have to get up and change it. And yes I do think there's some abnormal shit going on, but of course doctors just tell me to lose weight. Even though it was happening when I was so underweight I wasn't having my period regularly. Gotta love it.

I'm gonna get some ice cream.

[springfallendeer]

Blood and Comfort

This is a period comfort fic that was requested by a friend on Discord a while ago. It technically predates the establishment of the "Brothel AU" (aka the Pimptrap AU) by a few days.

Features Brothel AU Eclipse comforting a female reader as they deal with an unpleasant Period. I warn; it gets descriptive. It details very real agonies of periods. So its graphic in that way. Definitely not suitable for everyone. This is the only warning I'm giving.

||A quiet, repressed moan escapes you as the dull throb transitions into an intense ache. It is a sharp spike in pain, followed by a brief reprieve.||

||A very minor labor pain.||

||A mild contraction. Your internal muscles clench and spasm abruptly, and then release.||

||The pain rises. Then it falls.||

||Accompanying this pain is an unpleasant, sticky dampness.||

||Blood pools between your legs, where it soaks into a thin layer of cotton. That cotton being your only means of preventing the turret of blood from ruining yet another pair of underwear.||

||Thick clots of rotten tissue spill out of you like pus out of an ulcer. The sensation is every bit as unpleasant as it sounds.||

||You are miserable. Rightly so.||

||Your uterus is undergoing its monthly decay and there is little that you can do to ease away the agony that comes as a result.||

||All that you can do is lay here and suffer.||

||Suffer you do.||

||Suffer you shall.||

||Just like everyone else unfortunate enough to have been born with a body like yours.||

||Periods. Fucking. Suck.||

||A quiet knock echoes from the other side of your door, momentarily drawing your attention away from all of the unpleasant sensation wracking your body.||

||“Can I come in?”|| ||The familiar voice of Eclipse calls from the other side of the door. He calmly requests to be allowed into your room.||

||“Yeah...”|| ||You don’t even look up as you give him your response. What little attention he’s drawn to himself is quickly pulled away as a particularly intense cramp ransacks your body.||

||You curse the foundation of your own biology as you feel a fresh puddle of blood pool out of you. And you groan at the disgusting sensation of a particularly large mass of clotted tissues nonchalantly sliding out of your body.||

||Your door is pulled open. Eclipse lets himself in.||

||You don’t look at him.||

||You don’t want to look at him. You don’t want to see him.||

||Between the pain, the general unpleasant dampness, and your fluctuating hormones, you can hardly be bothered to feel social.||

||You can feel his eyes on you. Another pained groan escapes you as yet another unpleasant spasm sends a jolt of pain rushing through your back and abdomen.||

||“What do you want?...”|| ||You grumble the words through gritted teeth as you refuse to look at the animatronic.||

||Under any other circumstance, you might have been happy to see him. Just not right now. Not while your uterus feels like it's trying to turn itself inside out.||

||“Just came by to see how you were feeling.” Eclipse replies.||

||A long, unpleasant sigh escapes you in response. You still can’t be bothered to look at him.||

||“Well, I’m feeling like shit.” You grumble in turn.||

||You hear as he approaches you.||

||That proves to be enough to draw your attention.||

||“What?!”|| ||You don’t mean to snap at him. Really you don’t. But the pain has made you irritable.||

||He doesn’t hold it against you. He doesn’t even really react to your sudden, out of character display of hostility.||

||Instead, he just lifts you out of bed.||

||“Put me down!”|| ||You snap at him again.||

||More blood rushes out of you as you’re lifted up. You visibly wince in response to the unpleasant sensation.||

||Eclipse ignores you. He pulls you into his arms as he proceeds to climb into your bed.||

||You struggle, though your efforts ultimately prove useless. He’s much bigger and much stronger than you. So there’s no getting him to stop once he decides to do something stupid.||

||He pulls you so that you lay on top of him. Chest to chest. Stomach to stomach. He tucks your face into the crook of his neck.||

||You open your mouth to chew him out, only to be distracted by a sudden surge in heat.||

||Right against your abdomen.||

||The cramps begin to let up almost as soon as his stomach heats up.||

||By the time you remember that you were going to yell at him, you’ve decided against it. The heat he’s producing has brought such an overwhelming sense of relief. The bulk of your pain fades away in response to the intensity of his body heat.||

||A drawn out sigh escapes you as you inevitably relax against his body.||

||“That better?” Eclipse inquires, his voice as calm and nonchalant as ever.||

||“Mhmm~...”|| ||You lazily hum in response, shifting somewhat so that you can wrap your arms around his shoulders. In doing so, you allow your abdomen to press closer to his, allowing more of his body heat to seep into you.||

||He adjusts his arms around you in response. Two trail up to rub your shoulder and pet your head. The other two fall to your lower back.||

||You wince momentarily as his hands begin to firmly knead your lower back in its entirety. His hands are large enough that he can squeeze and caress every inch of muscle without issue.||

||It’s only unpleasant for a moment. Then what little pain that was left begins to fade away.||

||The heat of his body and his groping hands make the agony so much easier to bear.||

||If only he could do something about the unpleasant, sticky sensation that lingered between your legs. But there was generally little that could be done about that, outside of constant showering.||

||You sigh again, allowing your eyes to fall closed as he tends to you.||

||You’re so tired. It’s always so hard to rest during your monthly bleed. Between the pain and the fear of ruining your clothes, it was difficult to find the chance to relax enough to fall asleep.||

||“Thank you...”|| ||You tiredly murmur against his neck, feeling sleep rapidly taking you over now that your body is finally able to relax.||

||“Sleep.” Eclipse gently replies, using his hand to press your face further into the crook of his neck.||

||You want to protest. You want to remind him that you’re bleeding; that you don’t want to ruin another set of clothes.||

||But you just can’t be bothered.||

||You’re so, so tired. So tired of the pain. So tired of the blood. So tired of the cleaning.||

||All you want to do is ignore the problem.||

||All that you want to do is rest.||

||“I can deal with the laundry later.” He murmurs.||

||You swear that you feel him kiss the top of your head. But it’s so hard to tell.||

||The more your body relaxes, the faster sleep takes you.||

||You’re so fucking relieved to be told that you don’t have to clean the stains this time.||

||You’re so at ease in his arms. He’s a heated blanket and a massage chair all in one.||

||Nothing shy of being shot would have prevented you from falling asleep now.||

||Everything else can wait.||

||You need to rest.||

||Eclipse will tend to you until it’s time for him to leave.||

||So you sleep.||

||You sleep while you’ve got the chance.||

#period stuff #period fic #not osha approved #but not smut #Brothel AU Eclipse #reader insert

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Ch.73 - Welcome to the World - Part 1

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Baby time is getting closer! Simon is overjoyed, yet terrified for the first stage of Kiera's labor; Simon finds comfort in a simple, yet subtle word that leaves Eva's mouth.

The following morning, Kiera awoke with the beginning of intense contractions. Though they were over a few minutes apart, Simon began to grow more and more nervous as it slowly consumed him that he was soon to meet his son and daughter for the first time. "Sleep okay, love?" He asked as he entered their bedroom with a bowl of chicken noodle soup he had made for her. He smiled at her obvious glow, the way her hair framed her round face as she was sat upright in their bed, the white sheet concealing her legs and her robe still clung to her shoulders. I'm so fucking lucky. 

"Somewhat," She shook her head, smiling at him as he entered the room, setting the bowl on the side table before getting a pillow to sit on her lap so she could eat in bed. "Thank you, babe." 

"Are you comfortable?" 

She nodded, leaning her head against his lips as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He frowned as she tried to eat, not able to eat the entire bowl even though it was probably the best chicken soup she had ever had. Sorry, mom, but Simon makes really good soup.

Contractions were now less than five minutes apart and Kiera began to grow nervous. "Babe, I think we need to start getting ready." 

"Is-Is it happening?" He asked, his tone of nervousness. 

"I think so," She sighed, pressing her hand against the side of her belly. "Will you help me take a shower?" 

"Of course. How far apart are your contractions?" 

"About four minutes, but they're not bad contractions and that worries me. They feel like period cramps. What if it's like second stage or something? Hell, I don't know." 

"It's alright, love," He assured her, picking up her phone to look at the app she had been keeping track of her contractions on, seeing that they were averaging at least every three minutes and thirty-eight seconds. "May just be an early warning to get to a hospital before they get worse." 

"I hope so. They're just not hunched over and taking me to my knees bad." 

His adrenaline was pumping at this point, noticing how his hands were subtly shaking as he took the bowl from her, rushing it into the kitchen and putting the leftover soup into a Tupperware bowl and setting it in the fridge in what he felt was record time before he made his way back to the bedroom, offering his hand for her to grab as he assisted her out of the bed, Kimber sitting at Kiera's feet, nearly tripping on her on her way to the bathroom. "God, my ankles are huge!" 

"You'll miss them," He poked. "Those were your all-access pass to unlimited foot rubs." 

"Oh, so that's why you always offered foot rubs even before I was pregnant?" 

"You know you'll always get them without asking," He shrugged, reaching towards the tub to turn on the shower head before helping her untie her robe. "I think this is going to happen today," He smiled with excitement. "You're glowing more than you have before." 

"I'm so nervous." 

"Me too, love, but you've got this. Already mum of the year." He assured her, letting her grasp his hand as she stepped over the side of the bathtub, letting the warm water cage her shoulders as she refrained from washing her hair to save time, Simon keeping a close eye on her as she began to suffer through another contraction, leaning against the shower wall and shifting her body to where the water was running against the small of her back - a desperate attempt to relieve any type of discomfort. 

"Can you mark another contraction on my phone?" She panted, Simon doing as requested and moving to the countertop where her phone sat, marking another contraction on her app, frowning at having to see her in discomfort with nothing he could do to stop it, only able to provide a soft hand and encouraging words to get her through it. This is going to kill me watching her go through so much pain.

That contraction lasted for more than a minute, Simon taking the loofa from her hand and scrubbing the soap along her back, careful with his gestures along her scars, afraid he would hurt her if he gave too much pressure. "I really think this is going to happen today." He grinned.

"You're so confident, babe." 

"I can tell by just looking at your bump that they've dropped." 

"I can definitely feel it. My hips are aching." 

Simon was her personal pit crew - helping her dry off with a second towel and rushing to grab the set of clothes she had set out days prior: a simple t-shirt, sweatpants, and a pair of her favorite Hey Dudes that she had to buy a size bigger to accommodate her swollen feet. As much as she didn't like how she looked in the "pajamas" she had picked out, Simon thought she was the cutest thing to walk in front of him. 

He walked closely behind her as they walked towards the front door of the house, Simon turning off the lights as he passed by before he took Kimber into his grasp, remembering that Eva was eager to keep an eye on the puppy for when the time came and Teeter offering to check on the cat every few hours as well as help take care of the puppy. "Hello?" Kiera's mother said from the other side of the phone, Kiera holding an excited grin on her face to tell her the news. 

"Can you come outside and get Kimber? We're on our way to the hospital-"

Eva shrieked in excitement, making both Kiera and Simon laugh, "R-Right now?! Oh my goodness! Yes I'm on my way!" 

"We're parked right outside the house-"

"I see you, sweetheart!" She laughed, ending the phone call as she sat her phone on the outside table, rushing down the stairs to meet Simon at the truck, Kimber in his arms as he stepped outside to meet Eva. She gave Simon a comforting hug, able to tell that he was anxious as he stood at the front of the truck, escorting her to the passenger side to see Kiera for the last stage of her pregnancy. He opened the passenger side door, grinning at Kiera as she and her mother shared an embrace as well as Kimber desperately trying to lick Kiera's cheek as she was still in Eva's arms. "You look so beautiful, honey," Eva whimpered, her cheek pressed against Kiera's as her free arm clutched around her shoulders. "Promise you'll call me when you need me?" 

"I will, momma," Kiera replied, fighting tears of her own. "I'll call you after I get settled at the hospital." 

"Having bad contractions?" 

"No, just uncomfortable right now, but they're less than five minutes apart." 

"You're definitely close!" She smiled, kissing Kiera's forehead. "I'll see you soon. I love you, honey." 

"I love you too, momma." 

She placed another kiss to Kiera's temple before turning to Simon, embracing him and frowning at how she felt him nearly trembling against her. "It'll be alright, honey," She assured him, rubbing her palm against the skin of his shoulder. "I love you. You'll be just fine. I think you're only shaking because you're ready to be a dad." 

"I think so too, but I'm not going to lie: I'm scared," He frowned, returning the hug. "I'm even afraid to drive her because I'm worried about someone running a red light." 

"It's okay to be scared, Simon, but it'll all be okay. Keep me updated when you can."

"I will," He nodded. "I love you too." 

*

Once at the hospital, Simon offered his arm to her to cling to as she leant against him as they walked across the parking lot to the hospital entrance, Kiera occasionally having to stop to catch her breath as her ankles felt as if they were on fire, aching with every step. He helped her sit in the nearby chair of the lobby before informing the receptionist as to why they were there. Within ten minutes, a nurse met Kiera in the lobby with a wheelchair, Simon walking behind the nurse with only one bag he had managed to get after he had parked the truck.

It was the bag that had all of her clothes and toiletries in it, knowing she'd either want a snack or a shower later in the day. 

Once she was settled in the room as well as changed into a hospital gown, Simon's hand couldn't keep away from rubbing her belly. "Looks like a beach ball under there, love." 

"Definitely feels like a rock," She giggled, sighing. "I feel like shit - like I've been wanting to throw up." 

"Well, you look really beautiful right now." 

"Thank you," She blushed, reaching towards him as he took a seat beside her. "Ever since we got here, this is so surreal. I thought I was ready, but I'm terrified." 

He nodded, grasping her hand and placing a delicate kiss to her knuckles, "Me too, love. I don't think I can handle seeing you in pain." 

She giggled, "You do know that when these contractions get worse, I'll probably blame you at some point, but don't take it to heart because I'm going to say shit I don't mean-" 

"Your mum warned me in advance," He chuckled, placing another kiss to her knuckles. "She told me you might say worse things than that, actually. Then it turned to a storytime where she cursed your father out when having your brother. Something about him being nearly nine pounds when he came out." 

"He also had a cone head," She giggled. "She told me the same story too. Except when she was cussing out my dad, he was laughing because she rarely cusses and he said it was cute." 

"Your mum is one of the most precious people I've ever met. It would definitely catch me off guard if I heard her curse." 

"It's pretty funny when she does."

About ten minutes later, two nurses arrived in the room to prep Kiera with the heart monitors for the babies that wrapped around her belly as well as a heart monitor for herself complimented by an IV in the crease of her elbow. 

As the hours continued, Kiera began to grow more and more restless with her contractions beginning to get more intense. It broke Simon's heart to see her like this, trying his best to empathize with her, but he knew he couldn't compare any of his pain to hers. 

By hour six, Simon kept his sharp gaze on her as she was finally comfortable enough to sleep, sitting back in his chair next to her bed to find the time to call Soap to inform him that not only was it time for Kiera to have the babies, but that he needed to check on the cat. "Hope you know you're interrupting Big Chief, mate-"

"Shut up, Soap, fuckin' hell," He grumbled, irritated that Soap had began laughing on the other line, knowing he struck Simon's nerve. Per usual. "Can you or Teeter check on Church?"

"Why aren't you home?" 

"Maybe because Kiera is in labor and we're at the hospital?" He scoffed sarcastically.

"Oh, shite!" He shouted, the phone being muffled by the sound of Soap moving with his phone in his grasp. "Teeter! Kiera's having a baby!" 

"Bout damn time!" She shouted from across the room. "Are they here yet? What's going on?!" 

"We've been here for about seven hours now. No babies yet," He sighed, frowning with anticipation. "The nurse told me she's going to come back and give her some Pitocin to help induce labor. Hopefully soon." 

"That's good news, L.T. We'll go and check on the cat. Where's the dog?" 

"Her mum is puppy-sitting. She's leaving her with her father and is on her way." 

"Why didn't you tell me when all of this was happening?" Soap poked. 

"It was need-to-know." 

"What if I needed to know?" 

"You'll know when they're here, how about that?" 

"So... are you going to give me the official title of being an uncle?" 

"Keep pushing your luck, Sergeant." Simon warned.

"I'm just poking," He chuckled. "Looks like you've finally got a win, L.T." 

"I always win." 

"Yeah, in the battlefield. You winning in life is definitely new." 

"Ain't that the truth," He scoffed, turning his attention to another moan of discomfort as Kiera had woken up with another contraction, struggling to move onto her side in a desperate attempt to ease the pain. "Got to go. Call you later." 

Giving no time for Soap to respond, he hung up the phone, setting it on the nearby table to tend to her. The sound of the babies' heartbeats from the monitor had Simon's anxiousness at top-tier, glancing over every chance he got to see them again, thankful that they were still there. "I-I'm not ready, Simon." She panted, her eyes squeezed shut. 

"I don't think you have much of a choice right now, love," He sighed. "You've got this. You're more ready than you think." 

Another two hours went by and Kiera was still showing no signs in active labor. With contractions still roughly three minutes apart, a group of nurses piled in to administer Pitocin as well as break one of Kiera's waters manually to further along the process. 

As much as Kiera didn't like it, she obliged to not only letting them break her water, but for Simon to peer his curious eyes over the leg he was holding to watch them do it. He rubbed gentle circles on her bare knee for comfort as well as reassurance as he got to watch her water break, which was truly an amazing experience for him. You continue to amaze me every day, love. 

Kiera's mom watched from across the room, wanting to give Kiera space as well as standing back to let Simon have his moment with her - to be there for her like he vowed to be, even though he felt Eva had every right as much as him to be there. After all, she was her mother. She deserved to be there for her daughter in such a beautiful moment. 

"How're you feeling, sweetheart?" Eva smiled, approaching her bedside after the nurses had left to let the Pitocin kick in as well as administering a catheter. She fought tears as she leant over the bed to kiss Kiera's temple, the smell of her sweet and loving scent filling Kiera's nostrils. 

"Better, for now," She sighed. "I feel lighter after they did that." 

"I'd say so. There was a lot of fluid that came out." Simon commented. 

"I brought you some food," She smiled, reaching into her purse - tote - to reveal a bag of Chic-fil-A she had snuck in. Complementary with a bottle of Coke and Dr. Pepper from the vending machine on her way to Kiera's room. "Two chicken sandwiches and a large fry." She giggled. 

"I-I can't eat anything, mom." Kiera frowned. 

"Who said?" 

"The nurses?" 

"Well, I didn't hear it myself. A little bird told me you hadn't eaten since this morning and didn't eat all of it if I heard him right. I know those pretty eyes of yours are eyeballing this bag." She giggled, getting a chicken sandwich out for her and setting it on the tray next to her bed before handing the sandwich she had gotten for Simon to him.

"Might as well say it was Simon who told on me." Kiera chuckled, laying her head back as she felt another contraction on the horizon. 

"I didn't want to put him on the spot." Eva poked, handing Simon a bottle of Coke as she noted it to be a soda he had enjoyed, taking the seat on the opposite side of Kiera's bed to keep an eye on her daughter. 

"Know me so well." Simon chuckled, opening the sandwich.

"You're not too hard to figure out, honey. Besides, Kiera told me so much about you while you were gone and by the time you came home, I already knew you like one of my own." 

Home. 

A subtle word to come from Eva's mouth, yet made him feel whole.

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Hey bestie! Here to give you a prompt. No rush or pressure whatsoever!<3 just want to see your take on Raya and/or Namaari taking care of each other while on their periods. Nothing too long or elaborated, I just need the fluff lol.

Hey bestie! Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy!

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Ao3

Strong

Namaari wakes up with tears in her eyes early in the morning, long before the sun is to rise. She's confused and dazed for a moment, uncertain why she woke before realizing the sharp pain in her lower abdomen, back, and legs—along with a familiar wet feeling between her legs. 

She started her menstrual cycle. 

Namaari can already tell that it's going to be a bad one. From starting in the middle of the night to the heavy flow front from the get-go to the intense amount of pain that she's sure will only get worse. 

Fuck.

"'maari? Are you alright?" 

She nearly forgot that Raya was here with her. Her lover's voice laced with sleep and concern, a hand coming to rub across her shoulder. 

Raya came to Fang two days ago, a trip just to spend some days with her as they haven't had much time to themselves lately. Namaari instantly feels bad for her as she had just started her period, it's not exactly the most ideal way to spend time together. 

Weakly, she brings a hand to wipe away the tears on her face, trying not to groan when just the small movement causes an ache through her body. "I started early." 

Her girlfriend who is still half asleep gives her a confused look. 

"And I bled onto the sheets." 

Raya sits up with concern, her brain taking a moment to understand the situation and if Namaari was feeling better, she probably would have laughed. 

"Oh…" Raya says once she puts it together, then her voice turns gentler. "Dep la… C'mon, let's clean you up." 

Raya pulls back the sheets, Namaari only now realizing that her side of the sheets were kicked off and how hot her body feels. 

Despite her body yelling at her not to, Namaari eases herself up. She hisses behind clenched teeth, fighting the pain that racks through her. 

Raya aids her out of the bed, letting Namaari take her time before guiding her to the bathroom. 

"Do you want to wash yourself up while I replace the sheets?" Raya asks softly, eyes watching her sympathetically. "Or do you want me to help?" 

"I'll do it by myself." Namaari replies, her voice soft. She can take the time to bring herself together, embarrassed from the whole situation. 

"Okay, just call if you need me." Raya kisses her tenderly on her temple before leaving her to it. 

Dragons, she doesn't deserve Raya. 

Namaari is grateful for this moment alone so she can calm herself, utterly embarrassed to wake Raya up like that. Embarrassed about bleeding onto the sheets, about crying from the pain, about appearing weak. 

Namaari cleans her and changes into a new set of sleepwear, it takes her a while as she pauses every so often as a wave of cramps engulfs her but by the end of it, her body feels better besides the sharp pain ranking through her. 

Toi, this is a bad one. 

Her hands grip onto the edges of the wash bin, head hanging low as she tries her best to hold back her tears. 

Normally, Namaari's periods were manageable. She would be able to continue her normal routines without much set back, but sometimes it would just hit her hard, being unable to move or do much of anything on her own. She would become nauseous and dizzy as her cramps seem to triple in intensity compared to her 'normal' ones. And this month's is definitely one of those sometimes. 

Namaari hates feeling weak, not wanting to be vulnerable. She wants to be seen as the strong warrior she is, not wanting to be brought down by her menstrual cycle. 

But, fuck, Namaari feels like absolute shit. 

"You doing alright?" 

Namaari inhales sharply. "No…" 

"Do you need help?"

"No, I'm… I'm okay." 

Namaari stands straight and opens to door. She's greeted with a sympathetic frown. 

Raya takes her hand, placing a kiss atop it before guiding her more into the room. Namaari can see the sheets have been changed and set up nearly and there are more pillows on the bed. 

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can ask the chamberlains to make you some Caramilla tea for the pain?" 

Namaari shakes her head. "I… I really just want to lay down right now." 

"Okay." Raya gives her a gentle smile. 

Once at the bed, Raya pulls down the sheets for them and Namaari carefully climbs in. 

It's sweet how compassionate and caring Raya is being to her, asking about her, taking care of her. But she can't help the small tinge to her pride, not wanting to seem weak and succumb to pain. Wanting to be that strong warrior, to show Raya she won't double down to some menstrual cramps. 

Raya climbs in next to her, pulling the sheets back up around them. She lays on her side to face Namaari, a gentle look in her eyes. 

"It's a bad one, huh?" Raya states more than asks. 

Namaari nods anyway, face flushed both from her raised body heat and the embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry." 

"For what?" 

"Waking you up, bleeding on the sheets." Namaari says softly. "Not being strong." 

Raya's eyebrows knit together. 

"Look at me, Namaari." 

Namaari obeys, turning her head to face her. 

Raya brings a hand up to cup her face, looking at her intensely. "You don't need to be sorry. I don't care if you wake me up, the sheets are no big deal, and you are so strong. You are just in a lot of pain, but you are strong." 

Namaari sighs. 

"But it's okay to be vulnerable, to have weakness. You can't always be strong and it's okay to take a moment to let go and cry. Let me help, okay?" 

Namaari nods, letting the newly formed tears fall. Raya wipes them away with her thumb and kisses. 

"Just because when you get injured, it doesn't make you a weak warrior, right?" Namaari nods with a hum. "And do you think I'm weak when I have my period?"

Namaari shakes her head even though Raya already knew the answer, Raya's periods were irregular and intense. Namaari knows how strong her girlfriend is, having to handle them. 

"See? I don't think you are weak either. But even then I'm here to help you carry some of that."

Raya opens her arms, offering an embrace that Namaari takes. Namaari wraps her arms around Raya, pushing her face into her lover's skin. 

Raya brings one hand up to Namaari's head, gently playing with the messy and knotted hair while the other hand rubs her lower back with firm but gently presses, helping to ease the intense pain there.

Namaari sighs in content.

They stay like this for a moment, Namaari melting into her arms. The pain being easier to handle while Rayas holds her.

"Can I do anything for you, dep la?”

"Just keep holding me…" 

She can feel Raya smile against the top of her head. "Will do." 

"Thank you for taking care of me." 

"There's no need to thank me, I'll always take care of you. I love you."

"I love you too."

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AH. OKAY. SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT. First off, thank you for blessing us today with three parts. I would've said you're a saint but with how you've been tearing our hearts apart, it begs to differ. So thank you, you wonderful devil (affectionate). ANYWAY. Again, I'm going to tackle this by part because I really don't want to miss anything.

First, when Pocket woke up in that pool of blood my immediate thought was: "oh, maybe it's just her period and she forgot." And I really went on in this whole "well, that's a good thing because at least she's not pregnant" and "wow she really does get bad cramps then" even when she passed out because I know a friend who actually passed out from cramps. I kid you not only after the next part did I realize how much of a dumbass I was 😭 like girl, you don't bleed that much during your period. And my second thought was that it had something to do with the drugs which ??? I don't think you bleed out from overdose. Honestly, I was still waking up when I read that part, my braincells hadn't turned on fully yet. Idk i just ruled out her being pregnant because I was convinced she was poisoned LMAO.

Now their first interaction again went as expected, Pocket being angry and Bucky being a sad puppy. But, it did get a little intense though. The way Pocket reacted to the news was a bit, well, cruel and callous. There's no denying that. Like, I genuinely felt like I didn't know her because she's never typically this mean. But then again, she just found out she was pregnant and had a miscarriage at the same fucking time. AND you have the person who's hurt you, someone you hadn't seen in months in the same room. Bucky was also pushing boundaries with the way he reacted too, because at the end of the day, it is Pocket's choice whether she wants to keep the baby or not. And obviously, he can have his opinion being the father of the child but he's not gonna be the one who'd carry it for 9 months and get his body all fucked up so ultimately, he doesn't get the final say. HOWEVER. Pocket didn't have to be so cruel with that "trash taking itself out" line because it was obvious it meant something to Bucky, especially a man from the 40s who has different views on the whole, fetus doesn't equal a conscious baby etc. Sure, if probably given the chance he'd understand the gist of it, but right in the moment when they just found out the news? It was just a really mean thing to say. But again, they're both running on intense emotions so I can't blame either of them for how they handled things.

With that said, I truly do think this whole thing is going to affect Pocket more than she's letting on. Because they DO NOT NEED A BABY RIGHT NOW and she has all the right to not keep it when she would've found out about the pregnancy. But, with her miscarriage? This is yet another choice that was taken from her. Obviously, with the circumstances bringing a child into it is just never going to happen. But I have a feeling deep down, that she probably wanted it and if things were different she would've kept it. I mean, she said it herself at the last part, it probably was something she wanted too. So once she's calmed down and has the time to truly think about what just happened, it's going to hit her much harder than she's going to expect. I mean, I could be wrong, this is all just my assumptions. But in the next part, she did admit that she cared. So this whole thing is going to add another stack to her already growing guilt.

Now, with these next points, I'm probably going to get so much slack but, hey, I'm just here to share my opinion at the end of the day and some might not agree with it. But when they got back to the safe house, I felt a little iffy about Pocket blaming it ALL on Bucky as to why she's acting this way. Like, yes, he might've been the biggest reason she was pushed towards the edge and was sleeping around and doing drugs but, well, she still has some fault in that too. She can't just say that's what Bucky made her out to be because she still made these choices. Yes, she was acting on hurt and anger that was caused by him and yes he fucked up so bad that it caused her to act this way, but she still has some bit of fault in this too. Not everything, obviously, she wasn't in the right state both mentally and emotionally, but she made some bad choices and she won't be able to get through that and be able to learn from it if she's just going to point fingers.

And again, I'm probably going to get so much slack for this but in my opinion, Pocket needed that scolding when Bucky found the remnants of cocaine. Unfortunate it's coming from the person who hurt her the most but, either way, she needed someone to snap her out of this daze of always wanting to numb herself and actually get to see that there's going to be dire consequences if she kept going this route. Because Bucky was right. It's not even just about the baby anymore. She could've died. Can you imagine what that would've done to the people who cared about her? Sam when he's the one who left here there? Tony who's the person who suggested she go on that mission in the first place? Pocket was losing sight of that, so she really did need Bucky to remind her. And she needed to have that breakdown too. She's been running away for far too long and it's going to end up killing her if she keeps going. I mean, it almost did.

And I will say, you can clearly see how much Bucky has grown, despite it being off screen. With him mentioning that he's not expecting anything back from her, that he's going to accept his fate whether she decides to forgive him or not, it is quite refreshing. Like you can see someone who's clearly seen how much he's fucked up and has realized that what he's done is possibly unforgivable and is willing to accept that he's not going to get the love of his life back. Two months of therapy has done him good. I truly do believe that Bucky will be able to redeem himself because he's already shown some growth. I'm so happy that they're starting to have these conversations now too. It really does seem like they're on the healing path. All they need to do is to talk everything out. Even if it won't end in the getting back together, they could salvage some friendship at least.

Lastly, I know there's this argument that people are being too easy on Bucky. And while I don't condone any of the shit he's done, I mean, he still fucked up. But, I might seem that I'm being too forgiving because one, this is just fiction. If someone was like this in real life I'm out. And two, which is the same with the first one, Bucky's case isn't exactly as black and white as most men are. I mean, he's 106 years old, he's been tortured, used, abused, brainwashed for the 70 years and he can't remember most of it, he's a man out of time and he's clearly not yet healed. And I don't think you can't just take all of that into account as to why he is the way he is. BUT BUT again, this doesn't excuse his actions. He still needs to apologize and grovel and get himself together and fix things and do right with Pocket. It just means that I'm not going to view him as some evil asshole who's malicious and gets off from hurting the people he loves. Because he's not. He's a good man who has a good heart but unfortunately has made some terrible choices due to his circumstances. I mean, that doesn't mean he's immediately forgiven. It just means I can give him a bit of grace and empathy and see where he's coming from you know?

Anyway, I'm going to end this by saying, there's truly no villain between him and Pocket, they're both just so human. So there's really no need to pick sides or to argue who's better than who or who’s fully wrong and who's fully right etc etc. (Well, apart from Judas bc she's clearly the villain in every narrative in this story). This is getting so long, I'm so sorry. But you're amazing, and I truly do enjoy this story so much. Lots of love!

— Jnon 🤍

Hell, beloved bestie!

You know, I will happily take Wonderful Devil over Saint any day of the week, so I thank you, lol.

Pocket was also super in denial when she woke up in the puddle of blood. With everything that had been going on in her life, a pregnancy was by far the absolute LAST thing on her mind. It was more logical to think that someone had broken in during the night to stab her, lol. And I really, really, did push the possible poisoning narrative, just because so many people had clued into her being pregnant, I was like "shit! gotta toss a red herring!"

When Pocket got the news (plus the added stress of Bucky just being there), she was in shock. I hated writing her so callous, but I had to think: If I were in her situation, and I hadn't had the opportunity to really process this, and I was running solely on the anger I felt for my ex, how would I respond in my worst moment? And that's what I came up with. Bucky was right, though, when he told her that she didn't mean it. She didn't. She was just trying to make him hurt, and to convince herself (as well as him) that she wouldn't have wanted his baby.

As for Bucky pushing boundaries, I think that, if things had been different and they found out about the pregnancy earlier, and had had the opportunity to actually discuss it, if Pocket had truly wanted an abortion, he would have supported her. It was just the surprise of the moment, and him being from the 40s where that kind of thing wasn't really openly talked about. They were both feeling immense emotions at the moment, and neither one came out looking their best.

And yeah, when she has time to actually sit down and process everything, it's going to hit her, hard. Unfortunately, that's not going to be able to happen for awhile, and off page, because shit's about to go down real soon, and our story (or, this part of it, anyway) will wrap up before she gets the chance to deal with things.

And no, you are totally right-- it's not all Bucky's fault. Yeah, he hurt her, but Pocket chose to deal with that hurt the way she did. There were so many other things she could have done (hello, what happened to tried and true stress eating? lol), but she chose self destruction. The same way he's responsible for the way he handled Carthage, she's responsible for the way she's handled this. And Bucky definitely needed to open the can of tough love on her. I honestly don't think she would have accepted it from anyone else but him. He said harsh truths that she needed to hear. It's the kick in the pants she needed to stop running and start facing shit.

They'll be doing some more talking in 26, too. And I hope the extent of his growth will show more there.

"He's a good man who has a good heart but unfortunately has made some terrible choices due to his circumstances." THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! Yes, this is what I'm trying to show for him. He's just a human, who has been put though extremely shit circumstances. He made some bad choices, much like Pocket has, and he's learning from them!

I so appreciate you saying there's no villain between the two of them. They are just two truly flawed individuals. Cunthage is the only villain in this story! <3

As always, I love hearing from you, and picking your thoughts! You make my day!

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