#cramps

[chelsamander]

The Cramps

#cramps #the cramps

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Pesky Period Pains

Prompt: Cramping Pain

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 2.3K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ok” Wanda sighed in defeat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n/n?” nat asked again.

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

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

“strip.” she said. you balked.

“what?”

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

“natty-“

“No.”

“wands-“

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

“I’m fi-“

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

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

“wands I’m gonna need you to-“

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

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

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

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

“well its called planning my dear wife.”

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

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

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

“why are you smiling.” you sobbed.

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

“oh.” you hiccuped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“come one love lets get you washed up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MASTERLIST

#fanfic #marvel #the avengers #wanda maximoff #tony stark #wandanat #natasha romanov #hurt/comfort #wandanat x reader #mommy wanda #natasha x reader #wandanat sick #wanda x y/n #period fic #reader gets their period #sicfic #sicktember #wandanat sic fic #cramps #period cramps #cravings #whump #fluff #slight angst #love and care #wanda comfort #natasha comfort #wanda marvel #wanda fanfic #wandanat comfort

[possible-streetwear]

#the cramps #cramps #poster art #poster design #posterart #music posters #posters #poster #affiche #punk band #psychobilly #garage band #garage #garage rock #rockabilly #rock & roll #punk rock #post-punk #punk #vintage ads #ads #advertisements

[1000-life-hacks]

#life hacks #life hack #fact #facts #true #health #cramps

[onlygifs-nt]

#onlygifs #muscle hunk #bodybuilder #hot nips #huge pecs #cramps

[thejagged1]

labor

The time has come. :> Get ready for an... unconventional birth. (Actually, i won't be able to upload the birthing scene on places like Deviant Art and Tumblr, content restrictions and such. You'll have to check some of the other sites i post on, i can probably post it on furaffinity? It's always on my Patreon in any case, so you know, if you wanna see stuff early and get a direct wire to yours truly, the Patreon link is riiiight down there. :3  Lotsa mature content on there tho, so beware.)

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[awetistic-things]

me sneaking into the kitchen at 5 am after getting waken up by my period cramps to eat a banana then down 3 ibuprofen and 2 midol

#accurate representation #period memes #period #period pain #period cramps #cramps #menstraution

[rastronomicals]

The Cramps

#Cramps

[whumpster-dumpster]

It's not pretty aesthetic whump, it's icky, so I can see why a lot of us don't bother with it but constipation really is underutilized in whump content

#whump #constipation #gross #cramps #stomachache

[tvneon]

Dealing with cramps in the 80s...

#cramps #80s #1980s #retro #video

[aussiepineapple1st]

That Time of Month

Leon x F!Reader

A/N: This is my experience with periods. I don’t know exactly how they should normally work other than getting them at the same time every month. So I just went with what mine are like.

Words: 1,672 Contains: Fluff, Period talk, Domestic Leon.

Leon was coming home today, he had been in quarantine for the passed week. He had been texting you through your cheap burn phones. He always hated being stuck in DSO's Private hospital rooms, they were nice as you have stayed in there multiple times before. But you liked the quiet time where you could just read, draw and listen to music while you passed the time slowly. Not having to worry about your job. For Leon, however, it was absolute torture after the first 2 days. He would get antsy try to find something to do, anything! Colouring the provided adult colouring books, reading, he would listen to his music, but he would soon start pacing. He was mainly extroverted, though he didn't need to be out and doing something on the town type of extroverted. He liked his company, yes going out was a bonus, but he liked to be around people. You especially.

Your phone buzzes. "Almost home :P" You smile at the text and begin typing your reply.

"Don't text and drive." 

"Make me"

You just chuckle to yourself, placing your phone back down on the island bench. You had been cleaning all morning, having gotten back from a job yourself, but didn't come into contact with any viruses or parasites, so quarantine wasn't needed. The house was usually tidy because both of you seemed to be on a lot of jobs lately, seeming to come home, get one good night's sleep then back out on the field. But you had been home for 4 days now and had been lazy with dishes, plus the bathroom and bedroom needed a good cleaning and vacuuming. 

You did this all despite getting your period. You didn't get them on the regular maybe skipping a few months at a time to a few years, those times would get Leon's hopes up that you could be pregnant, but the tests were always negative. Luckily you had felt that cramping last night and put a pad on just to be safe. You felt like crap and would sometimes have to stop what you were doing, bending over to put pressure on your pelvis to help with the bout of pain. Currently you were standing in the kitchen doing the dishes, looking around the large space of your living area, your sink being on the island bench facing out so you could converse while cleaning up. The thought of how lucky you were despite your job and the things you have seen, you had an amazing 2 story house out in the hills, a loving boyfriend who you were hoping was going to propose to you at any time, but honestly didn't mind if you didn't get married. It was mainly the thought. You were basically husband and wife already, just without the legality and paperwork, and rings were a slight hazard, even though you would both wear gloves when out on a job.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the uncomfortable crampage turning up to a 9, causing you to squat down in a ball of discomfort and pain. You feel your skin going clammy and was sure you lost all your colour, one hand still holding onto the edge of the bench above your head. You were in so much pain you didn't even hear the door opening.

"I'm home!" Calls an all too familiar voice from the front door, all the way across the room from where the kitchen was. 

Strange.. There was no response? Leon was sure you were home. Dropping his keys in the bowl beside the entrance with a clang, he drops his bag while looking around. He could smell the citrus of the cleaning products you liked to use and saw a nicely lit house. You had opened all the curtains to the windows and letting a nice cool breeze in. Yeah you were definitely here, so why were not you running at him and leaping into his arms like he would normally be welcomed home.

"(Y/N)? You here?" He calls scanning the kitchen area and seeing some fingers, white from gripping the edge tight. They lift up and give a wave.

"Over here.." You say grunting out your words.

That didn't sound good, Leon makes his way towards the kitchen and peers around the island bench to see you scrunched up in a ball. He walks over to you and kneels down placing a hand on your shoulder, you felt all cold and clammy. "Hey.. What's wrong?" He asked with worry in his voice. Seeing your flushed face as you look up to him, your nose wrinkled in pain.

"Period.." Was all you could get out, exhaling through the cramp, this one was lasting a while.

Leon's shoulders relax, he thought you had been hurt, well, you were hurting, but it was nothing either of you could really do and you weren't bleeding out. Well.... You were, but this was the 'natural' type. "Alright, up we go." He said lifting you into his arms. He gives you a kiss on the temple as he walks you over to the lounge.

"Welcome home, by the way." You were starting to come back to reality, the cramping finally starting to calm to a more bareable pain.

"We really should get you checked out, I'm a guy and even I don't think this is normal." He said skipping over your welcome home, but it didn't go unappreciated.

"I know.. But when have I got the time? The appointments have to be made in advance and we don't know when we will be back or going out on jobs." You say as Leon places you down on the couch. He gives a frustrated look as you were very right, but he hated seeing you this way. It wasn't often, thank god, but when it did happen he absolutely abhorred that your body would do this to you.

"Do you think maybe you could be pregnant? You seem to be in more pain than normal?" He asked. "I heard one of the office girls talk about the pain she felt before she found out she was pregnant."

You shake your head. "No.. I'm bleeding this time."

"Oh.. Right." He sounded disappointed. You knew he wanted at least one kid. Though you were both getting older, and having a child in your line of work was just a death wish for the child. That or easy orphanage, and Leon was an orphan so he didn't want to put any child through that. But he still would have that glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Leon makes his way to the hallway leading to the bathroom, toilet and 2 guest rooms. Opening the doors of a closet built into the wall, he takes out a maroon wheat pack. Placing it in the microwave for 3 minutes, he searches around the kitchen cupboards for some snacks. You had said you were out shopping the other day when he called you from how bored he was, then he suddenly remembered. Walking over to his bag beside the front door he picks it up and takes it over to you. 

Kneeling down in front of you on the couch he reaches into his bag, pulling out some sour lollies, a box of Ferrero Rocher's and a very crushed flower he had picked on his way home. "Oh.. um.. This did look pretty." He said with a sheepish smile, you take it from his hand anyway and smell it.

"It still smells nice though." You smile and lean towards him, Leon closing the gap between you as your lips touch and a quick kiss.

The microwave beeps and he makes his way over there, removing the wheat back and bouncing it in his hand as it was hot to the touch to start with. You realise the room starting to get darker, hearing the curtains being closed.

"You don't have to, I know you like the sunlight coming through."

"I do, but we can't watch a movie with the glare." He replies. Grabbing a blanket from the another couch before laying it over you, placing the wheat pack over your pelvis. You sigh with relief after a short moment, Leon standing beside you until he heard your discomfort lessening. 

"What movie were you thinking of watching?" You ask knowing what the answer was going to be already. 

"Do you even have to ask?" He said grabbing the remote controls, sitting you up he grabs a few pillows to place on his lap so you could lean against them.

"Kung Fu Panda 2 it is then." You smile as you lean back into the pillows and as Leon wraps his arms around you. You were already eating the sour lollies he had bought. "Did you just happen to grab these?"

"Well I was going to ask if you wanted a date night and this could be after snacks. But plans have changed and I'll go out to get some takeaway." He answers pressing another few kisses to your temple. He had really missed you, both dancing around each other with separate jobs lately over the passed month. You would come home and Leon would have been pulled out to work that previous night, then he would come home and you had been sent international that morning.

"Sorry.." You apologise feeling guilty that you had ruined his plans.

"Sorry? It's not your fault you're in pain." He reasons, not accepting the apology. "Besides, I get a week off so we can do whatever you want when you are ready." He smiled and starts to search for his favourite movie. 

You both spend the rest of the afternoon watching the movie then catching up, just talking about your jobs and what you had experienced, needing to talk to each other about it and how you were feeling. Leon then leaves to get some Chinese and sushi, coming home with many different options. Tonight was a night of alcohol, laughing and feasting.

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#cramps #domestic leon #fluff #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x f!reader #leon x fem!reader #leon x female reader #leon x reader #period #resident evil #vendetta leon

[possible-streetwear]

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[dabblingreturns]

Try guys did a video where three guys had simulated period cramps......

....them bitching about the pain healed something in my soul....

#period #cramps #try guys

[mindyco]

Sorry babes, this'll be the only thing I'm posting today. If ya wanna blame someone, blame work. Oh my goodness, I keep on daydreaming about Beels' scenario... If Beel were to treat me the way he treats you in this situation, I would genuinely start crying. Princess carry me, please! ( 人ФｴФ) Artwork credit: @AngyeFdez

Scenario: The brothers' reactions to you coming home with period cramps

Lucifer:

As you enter the house, clutching your abdomen in discomfort, Lucifer's sharp eyes catch your pained expression.

His stern demeanor softens with concern, and he immediately strides towards you, his steps exuding authority and care.

"My dear, are you feeling unwell? Let me assist you."

He guides you to the living room, his black leather-gloved hands reaching out to support you, ensuring you're settled on the plush couch that embraces you in comfort.

As you settle on the plush couch, Lucifer's hands glide effortlessly across the fabric, arranging the pillows and ensuring your utmost comfort.

With a graceful flick of his hand, he summons a soft blanket, draping it over your legs to provide warmth and solace.

"Rest here. I will prepare a hot water bottle and some herbal tea to ease your discomfort."

He disappears momentarily, the scent of chamomile and lavender trailing in his wake, before returning with the soothing essentials.

With each sip of the tea, the aromatic flavors envelop your senses, offering a calming embrace.

Lucifer settles beside you, a calming presence, as he reads aloud a captivating book, his deep voice resonating in the air, soothing your weary soul.

Mammon:

Mammon's boisterous voice echoes through the house as he excitedly greets you upon your return.

However, his jubilant expression quickly fades as he notices your discomfort, replaced by genuine worry.

"Oi, what's with that look? Are you alright?"

Concern fills his usually confident eyes as he rushes to your side, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace.

His touch is warm and reassuring as if his very presence can chase away your pain.

"Don't worry, I got ya! You don't have to suffer alone. I'll be right here to take care of ya, no matter what."

He sits you down on a cozy chair and kneads his fingers together, attempting to give you a massage.

Mammon's intentions are pure, but his movements are slightly clumsy, his hands occasionally slipping or applying too much pressure.

However, against all odds, you find his efforts endearing and surprisingly effective, his touch still managing to ease the tension in your muscles.

As Mammon continues his massage, he occasionally makes playful comments, trying to lighten the mood and make you laugh.

Despite his occasional fumbles, the combination of Mammon's genuine care and his unique massage technique creates a lighthearted and relaxing atmosphere, providing you with a momentary escape from your discomfort.

As you drift into a peaceful slumber, Mammon remains by your side, watching over you with a protective gaze, his presence a comforting shield.

Leviathan:

The soothing sound of raindrops tapping against the window creates a tranquil ambiance as Leviathan enters the room, his gaze filled with concern.

His eyes widen with empathy as he notices your discomfort, immediately empathizing with your pain.

"Oh no, you're hurting! I-I'll do whatever I can to make it better!"

He rushes to your side, wrapping you in a soft embrace, his touch gentle and tender.

Leviathan's fingers glide across your temples, massaging away the tension with expert precision, each stroke a balm to your weary mind.

The room is filled with the gentle hum of a tranquil melody as Leviathan summons his favorite ambient music playlist, the serene tunes enveloping you in a cocoon of relaxation.

He sets up a cozy pillow fort, arranging plush cushions and blankets around you, creating a safe haven where you can find solace.

"Here, let's watch your favorite anime together. I'll fetch your favorite snacks too!"

Satan:

You enter the room with a visible wince, catching Satan's keen eye as he sits amidst his books.

Concern furrows his brows, and he swiftly sets aside his reading material, his attention fully focused on your well-being.

"Are you in pain? I can see it in your eyes."

He guides you to the coziest spot in the room, a plush armchair by the crackling fireplace, its warmth embracing you like a gentle embrace.

With precise movements, Satan selects a book filled with soothing poetry, its verses like a healing balm to your soul.

He reads aloud, his voice a mellifluous symphony, each word resonating within your heart, distracting you from your discomfort.

To enhance the ambiance, Satan conjures a subtle aroma of freshly brewed herbal tea, its scent mingling with the crackling of logs in the fireplace.

As the flames dance before you, their warm glow lulls you into a state of serenity, the pain gradually fading into the background, eclipsed by the comfort and tranquility of the moment.

Asmodeus:

The soft rays of sunlight filter through billowing curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, setting the stage for Asmodeus's arrival.

Asmodeus enters the room with a graceful flourish, his eyes widening in concern as he spots your discomfort.

His voice drips with empathy and care as he approaches you, his movements as graceful as a swan gliding across a tranquil pond.

"Darling, you look positively exhausted! Let me ease your burden and envelop you in comfort."

He retrieves a plush, velvety blanket, its touch akin to a gentle caress against your skin, and tenderly wraps it around your shoulders.

With a flick of his wrist, he conjures a tray filled with an array of delectable chocolates and treats, their sweet aroma perfuming the air, an indulgent gesture to uplift your spirits.

Asmodeus takes your hand in his, his touch reassuring and comforting, as he leads you to a luxurious bath filled with rose petals and scented oils.

The warm water envelops you, the fragrance of roses tickling your senses, as you relax and let the pain dissolve away, lost in a sea of tranquility and indulgence.

Beelzebub:

The intoxicating scent of freshly baked goods permeates the air, mingling with the soft sound of Beelzebub humming a soothing melody in the kitchen.

However, his appetite takes a backseat as he catches sight of your discomfort, his eyes widening with concern.

"Are you alright? You don't look well..."

He immediately sets aside his culinary masterpiece, taking your hand in his, his touch gentle and comforting.

Beelzebub's strong arms wrap around you, effortlessly lifting you up into a princess carry, his warm embrace providing a sense of security and relief.

With careful steps, Beelzebub carries you towards your room, his muscles flexing beneath his shirt as he moves with ease and grace.

Upon reaching your room, he gently lays you down on the softness of your bed, ensuring you're comfortable and supported.

A comforting smile graces Beelzebub's lips as he disappears into the kitchen, promising to bring you something special.

Moments later, Beelzebub returns with a tray laden with an assortment of comforting foods, a feast fit for royalty.

The tray holds a decadent slice of chocolate cake, its rich aroma wafting through the air, as well as a cup of steaming hot cocoa topped with a dollop of whipped cream.

Beelzebub sits beside you on the bed, his warm presence radiating comfort, as he encourages you to indulge in the delectable treats.

As you savor each bite of the moist chocolate cake and sip the velvety hot cocoa, a wave of warmth and contentment washes over you, providing a momentary respite from the pain, and enveloping you in a warm embrace of culinary solace.

Beelzebub's caring nature and his comforting presence create a sanctuary of peace, as he stays by your side, ensuring you have everything you need to heal and find solace in the moment.

Belphegor:

Belphegor lounges on a nearby couch, lazily flipping through a comic book, when your pained expression catches their attention.

Their half-lidded eyes widen with concern, and they set aside their reading material, their movements unhurried but filled with genuine care.

"Hey, you look like you're in pain. What's wrong?"

They join you on the couch, their presence a comforting weight against your side, their arm draping over your shoulders.

Belphegor conjures a cloud-like blanket, its texture as soft as a summer breeze, and gently covers you, cocooning you in a sense of security and warmth.

With a soft murmur, Belphegor sings a soothing lullaby, their voice like a gentle melody that lulls you into a state of tranquility, easing the tension in your body.

As you close your eyes, the sound of their steady breathing becomes a rhythm, synchronizing with your own, as you drift into a peaceful slumber, their presence a steadfast comfort throughout the night.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

#Obey me #Lucifer #Satan #Mammon #Belphie #Asmo #Beel #fluffy #cute #comfort #affection #x reader #obey me headcannons #cramps #princess carry me Beel!!

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period cramps and chronic pain are not a good mix i am dying rn

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Inconvenient hours of overtime

Pairings: Wednesday x Weems (Platonic)

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: Wednesday finds herself in a stick situation and ends up tying weems into it.

TW: Periods? Blood, cramps, breaking and entering, Wednesday being Wednesday.

A/n I got so sunburnt at the beach … whoops.

Wednesday woke to a stabbing pain in her lower stomach. under normal circumstances she would be overjoyed. Perhaps Pugsly had finally become more adept in his knife studies. However, upon opening her eyes she let a small groan escape before snapping her jaws shut.

She was at school. Enid slumbered on over on her side of the split attic room.

Wednesday knew exactly what this feeling was. the monthly cycle, her period.

Reaching a hand down slowly to feel the sheets she almost groaned again at the sticky feeling on her fingers. Even in the low light she had seen enough blood in her teenaged existence to know she was lying in a pool of it, and being at the school that made things harder, not impossible, but harder.

Wednesday sat up and climbed out of bed. She left the sheets for now and grabbed some clothes from her dresser. Carefully, so she didn’t wake enid she snuck into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Enid slept heavily so it shouldn’t be a problem.

Usually, she would deal with this herself, so she didn’t need enid to wake and freak out over the blood.

She stepped into the steamy shower and scrubbed herself clean, glaring at the pink water that circled the drain as if it had personally offended her. Which it had … it woke her up. Her mother always said murder had a prerequisite of at least eight hours sleep.

After a quick shower to clean herself up she slipped into some black underpants lined with an overnight pad. pulling on a spare change of black Pjs she gathered up the soiled clothes and left the bathroom. Throwing the clothes on the bed she peeled off the sheets and bundled them up.

Grabbing her lock-pick from the drawer she paused remembering the student use washing machines were broken and needed to be fixed. A couple of rowdy furs had been wrestling and broke the doors off and pulled out the plumbing by accident.

Knowing that left only one choice, Wednesday debated which was the worse option. Deciding to just go for it she set out for Weems study, which was connected to her own personal quarters, which were most likely equipped with a washer she could use, maybe even a dryer. Otherwise, she had no issues sleeping on damp sheets.

Stopping outside the big double oak doors, Wednesday held the bundle of fabric under one arm whilst she picked the lock. After a few seconds of expert work which involved a lot of precise jiggling; it clicked undone.

Wednesday opened the door and crept into the study, making her way to the door at the back which led to the headmistresses' personal quarters. Wednesday shivered and opened the door.

Normally she may have just sucked it up, but the sticky texture of her own blood was raw and awful against her skin, and she didn’t want people asking her questions.

Wednesday opened a few doors before she found the laundry. Stepping inside she opted to ignore the light-switch for obvious reasons and began to put the machine on. Closing the door quietly she pressed the on button and stood back and simply watched.

She stared blankly at the machine as it threw the black sheets and clothes around and simply reflected on how tired she was. She longed for nothing more than a few more hours of sleep. She would defiantly be sneaking into jericho for a quad over ice in her first lesson tomorrow. Heaven forbid, someone found her asleep at her desk in classes.

fifteen minutes had passed when all of a sudden, the light came on. If Wednesday hadn’t been so sleep-addled, she may have been more aware of the principle no longer being peacefully resting in her room.

She squinted up at the person in the doorway who was rubbing her eyes and frowning.

Wednesday simply glared back.

“It’s three in the morning Ms Addams. What are you doing here??!” Weems asked sounding frustrated and bordering on angry.

Wednesday schooled her expression, which did not go unnoticed by the ever-observant Principal Weems.

“Blood on the sheets is only acceptable if I’m not sleeping in them.” She huffed. Weems stood a bit taller seeming more awake at the mention of her student's blood.

“Wednesday its three am, it's too early for your riddles.” She glowered down at the addams but it lacked the same ferocity as before.

“I got blood on my sheets and needed to wash them.” Wednesday shrugged growing tired of talking and her lips thinning in annoyance, she just wanted to sleep.

“At 3am? Are you injured?” Weems asked coming over and tilting Wednesday's head back with gentle fingers to assess her physical form for signs of trauma or distress.

“No more than any other women once a month.” She stated with an edge to her voice. Weems dropped the hand on her chin and took a half step back out of respect for the Addams need for space and the face she would very much like to keep all ten of her fingers.

“Oh… do you need anything?” The ever-patient headmistress asked.

“Clean sheets.” Wednesday replied curtly. Weems rolled her eyes and suppressed a smirk by lightly biting the inside of her cheek.

“Other than that, you impossible child.” She fussed massaging her temples in feigned annoyance.

“No. i enjoy the cramps.” Came the response.

“Wednesday!” The exasperated teacher scolded.

Wednesday ignored her and turned back to keep staring at the washing machine but Weems would not be deterred, no matter how odd the situation. She had come to expect the unexpected with the Addams family years ago when she still roomed with Wednesday's mother in her own years of schooling.

“Have you got… supplies?” She asked kindly.

“Ms Weems” Wednesday huffed in a very un-Wednesday manner due to her lack of sleep. “I would have to be an idiot without a single brain cell to not be prepared for what is an assured monthly event.” She sniped back not looking away from the sheets and willing them to wash faster

“Ok … alright.” Weems said smoothing her hands down her silk nightgown to reign in her thoughts.

“The student washers are broken curtesy of the furs, and I did not even begin to entertain the idea of sleeping in blood-soaked sheets and shorts.” Wednesday explained.

“Quite understandable.” Weems nodded.

“I assumed as much.” She huffed.

“Next time, knock. Wake me up please dear child. Don’t just break in. Under different circumstances I would have you in detention for a week. But for now, simply come with me. I have a spare bed that could use someone sleeping in it.” She said holding out a hand for the young Addams to take.

Wednesday stared at the extended hand, before glancing back at the machine She let out a tired sigh and relented. Her body simply was screaming for sleep as soon as possible and her limbs felt heavy.

“Alright.” She said after a moment of deliberation, she pointedly ignoring the hand that was offered to her. Weems nodded again and led her to a room with a bed in it, her hand on the child’s lower back in a motherly fashion. Wednesday was too tired to care. She wasted no time hopping in and getting comfortable.

Weems smiled from the doorway. “Wait here and don’t go to sleep just yet Miss Addams.” She said and disappeared for a minute. Wednesday huffed and tried to ignore her but her body seemed to obey as sleep evaded her.

A moment later Weems returned with a glass of water and two small white tablets in one hand with a heat pack in the other. Wednesday rolled her eyes.

“Ms Weems-“

“Wednesday,” the headmistress said sternly. “You're sleeping in my apartment with my rules, so you take the medicine and heat pack or find somewhere else to sleep.” She said.

Wednesday was too tired to fight anymore, she was exhausted, and her body was screaming for sleep. She relented. Allowing Weems to deposit the medicine directly into her mouth before taking the glass from the women and drinking some water.

Weems watched on with a fond expression and pulled the sheets down slightly to press the hot pack to the Addams’ stomach before pulling the covers up again and tucking her in. Pointedly ignoring the almost healthy colour that had seemingly come into the child’s cheeks as a result of her actions.

She walked back over to the door and turned out the light. She looked back at Wednesday, as she watched from the bed. Weems smiled and bid her sweet nightmares as she had every night for morticia during high school.

Wednesday frowned in the darkness at the stirring of emotion in her chest before she clamped down on it, hard. She would not be feeling anything. It was most likely the lack of sleep she reasoned to herself. And then, she folded her arms over her chest as the Pharos did and she was asleep.

Weems was already planning to excuse her from her first two classes, the bags under the child’s eyes not having gone unnoticed by the British blond even at three in the morning.

The child was smart enough she probably already knew the terms content for her classes and the principle had decided that the teen needed sleep more than school stress.

At that the headmistress went back to her own bed, nursing a cup of tea she made to help her sleep. She finished the last dregs in the cup and set it on her nightstands to be dealt with in the morning. Sliding under the crisp white sheets she sighed in content.

And things went back to how they should have been at three in the morning, with all parties, students and teachers alike, asleep in bed under the restful wake of dreams and soft snores.

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