#can be the pill to ease the pain

[maretriarch]

i have like completely turned around on the way I view psychotherapy in the past few months btw like for example don't call myself autistic anymore even tho ive been "diagnosed" since 14 like I think im just fucking stunted bcs like most people these days, Ive spent my whole life wasting away in front of the the computer, never going outside and socializing with people, I had no friends growing up, none as a kid and none as teen that weren't online as well as having a very heightened anxiety response these days i have very little desire to pathologize human instincts in myself in the ways of therapy anymore. i don't think the one size fits all labels are actually helpful for my or many others #mentalhealthjourney. a lot of people use it as justification for their issues instead of working to improve them. and I think the idea of a community and labels is comfort to many people, to have an Explanation a Reason a Higher Power to the point where they will make themselves fit into those predetermined boxes. therapy is not like the medical field where you can run tests and see like the physical damage is being done to the body. you can See the issue you can look at the data and tell what's making you sick. but when it comes to the brain it's soooo extremely based on the cultural expectations of what a "Normal" "Functioning" person is supposed to look like. and in america especially it's based on like the souless hyperproductive 9-5 worker as the ideal blank human model and I think that's also why ADHD self diagnoses have also risen. in a world that demands increased production as well as being more isolated than ever before of course when you fail to meet those standards you're gonna be like oh somethings wrong with Me when it's really not and I think if we lived in a world not so poorly over structured the natural human variances in temperament would be just that natural and human. syndrome voice and when everyones autistic no one will be.

#now this mostly applies to like mild autism not people with high support needs #i think it should be less about diagnosis and labels and more about deep self introspection about what about my actions and the things #i feel are disrupting me being happy and what can i do to try and help ease the pain but thats Hard #and they cant sell you little pills for that so #like maybe im just jaded from being in therapy since i was a wee tot and like ibvs some meds and therapy really do help people and Good i #think generally therapy is a good entry level thing that works for most people but uhhh once you've been bouncing around the system for a #while you see how much of a flimsy house of cards it is #like if you can mask to the point where no one knows or believes youre autistic you probably arent its called coping #idk this is a world salad jumble i barely even got into how the medical industrial complex and insurance feeds into it but thats a whole #bucket of worms

[waughymommy]

WM: Breastfeeding Kink & Diaper play

Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, Don't Read if UNDER 18

I startle awake from a throbbing pain in my breasts. Quietly groaning as I turn over onto my back not wanting to wake my sleeping little prince. My hand moves up to my big tits and oh god are they swollen. I’m not sure what’s been going on but for the past few days my breasts have been so tight and swollen and it’s just getting worse. I slowly begin to massage them in an attempt to ease the pain. “Oh fuck this isn’t helping at all” i whisper to myself. 

I pull my loose tank top away from my breasts and look at the swollen mounds. The only time I’ve ever seen breasts look like this were when my best friend breastfed her little in front of me… wait. It can’t be can it? There’s no way I haven’t even been taking the special pills she had to take to induce lactation! 

I open my phone to Google and type in “what can cause you to lactate?” I click the first site that pops up. “There are many things that can induce lactation such as Yada yada yada medications such a birth control… FUCK.” I whisper yell. I did not just accidentally induce lactation with the new birth control I’m on. Oh god we haven’t even had this discussion yet I’m not sure it’s even something he’d be into. But my breasts hurt so bad I need some relief. 

I get up from bed as quietly as I can and walk into the adjoining bathroom. I flicker the lights on and keep the door open just the slightest bit incase my little prince needs me. I look in the mirror and slowly pull my tank top down. My tits spring out all heavy and full. “Fuck” I hiss quietly as I press down in the swollen flesh.

I slide my finger down to my nipple and begin to stimulate it. A milky liquid starts to drip out and I almost can’t believe it. I moan as my finger squeezes some more out. Oh fuck that feels good. 

A quiet voice interrupts my ministrations “Mommy?” I look over to my left side and my little prince is at the bathroom door just in his princess t shirt and full diaper staring at my dripping nipples in wide eyed wonder. Fuck he looks so beautiful with his bed head and sleepy eyes. He rubs at his eyes and hold the door frame. 

“Mommy what’s that?” He points to the liquid still dripping from my hard nipple. 

“It’s nothing you need to worry about baby boy just turn your little tush around and go back to bed. I’ll be right there.” I say as I walk toward him and turn him around with my hands on his shoulders walking him back to the bed. He throws his head back and whines lowly, “but mommy I’m thirsty das why I woke up!” He says as I set him down back in bed. 

He looks up at me and his eyes move back to my nipples and his lips part and drool seeps out. “Okay baby you just wait right here and mommy will get you a drink of water.” I move toward the door but he grabs my wrist and with those doe eyes of his staring up at me and says “But I wan mommy’s milkies!” He whines again. His tonight peaks out and he licks his lips. “I’m not sure honey we havent really spoken about this.” I say as I softly caress the side of his face. He leans his head into my hand and pouts. 

“Please mommy please I just wanna try and see what it’s like. If you don’t like it or If I don’t like it we always have our safe word!” He trues to reason with me. And he’s not wrong so what could be the harm? I’ve secretly wanted this so badly for the longest time. I sigh and smile at him and nod. 

“Okay sweetheart you won, let mommy get comfy in bed first.” He claps his hands in excitement and slaps a sloppy wet kiss on my lips. I laugh as I crawl into bed and settle against my pillows. I pat my lap for him, “come here sweetie and lay side ways in mommy’s lap. Put you head right there in mommy’s elbow.” I maneuver him a little till he’s sitting just right, I cover him in the blankets and turn the low lamp on. A soft glow covers the room as he looks up at me with his lips slightly parted. I can tell he’s just as excited as I am. My sweet little boy. 

“Alright baby boy open those pretty lips for mommy.” I hold my boob up and my nipple leaks as I pull it and drop it in his waiting mouth. His lips close around my nipple immediately and he begins to softly suck. It takes him a few moments to really get the hang on how to latch on but soon his tongue is working in overdrive and hes suckling away like his life depends on it. I a gasp at the strength of his suckling and softly run my hands through his brown hair. “Sweetheart mommy isn’t going anywhere you can drink slowly, I promise I’m not going anywhere.” He closes his eyes and the suckling gets softer as soon as he realizes I’m not gonna snatch my nipple away from him. I moan quietly as I watch him drink. 

He’s such a sweet little boy suckling on his mommy’s nipples. I slide my hand down to his diaper and rub at his diapee covered cock. It’s so hard. I won’t lie my panties have absolutely socked through at this point. The feeling of his tongue lapping at the milk from my tits is just so erotic. He moans as my hand continues it’s rubbing. 

His hand reaches for my other leaking breast and he begins to fondle the nipple. Pulling and clutching at it, the milk dribbles done his fingers soaking them. I can’t help but moan out at the feeling. “Oh sweet boy that feels so good. You’re such a good boy just keep playing with mommy’s nipples like that.” I say a little breathless. 

I slip my hand into his diaper and just as my hand reaches the tip of his little cock he begins to piss right into my palm. I laugh a little and look at him a she pauses his suckling. His cheeks flame red, “I’m sorry mommy I couldn’t hold it.” He’s so fucking cute. 

“It’s okay baby you can go pee when you need to you know that. It’s why you have a diaper on to be able to lose control over your bowels and bladder whenever you need.” His stream continues as it hits my hand and I press down on the slit it’s pouring out of feeling the force of it. His piss is so warm on my hand as it fills his already soaked diaper. 

He smiles and nuzzles my breast and begins to suckle again as he pisses in my hand. He’s so fucking sexy sometimes I can’t believe he’s all mine. 

My sweet little boy.🍼😍💦🥰

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[lilacmingi]

WHEN YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: ATEEZ x fem reader

Total word count: 8,580

Note: I tried to be vague here in terms of sanitary products since I know everyone has different preferences, but pads are mentioned in Mingi’s segment

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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆 | 홍중 | w.c. 900

Your eyes snapped open as you were awoken by a wave of painful cramps in your abdomen, the intensity so bad it made you physically react and curl in on yourself, your eyes squeezing shut in response. When that didn't bring any relief, you rolled over on your stomach, then onto your back with your arms resting on either side of your head as you stared at the ceiling.

You tried not to move around too much so as not to disturb your boyfriend, Hongjoong, who was sleeping soundly beside you. No doubt was he up half the night working on music, so you knew he needed his rest.

Quietly, you slipped out of bed to the bathroom and sifted thought your box of sanitary items to get something to put on before sliding back under the covers, silently praying the cramps would ease up enough for you to doze off.

Your fingers curled around the sheets, hands balled into fists as you tried to ignore the pain and go back to sleep. Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, and the cramps were too much to bare, so much that an unconscious, quiet whimper slipped past your lips, your face twisted in agony as you pressed it into your pillow. You didn't realize you had woken up your sleeping boyfriend until he called your name drowsily.

"Y/n? You alright?"

There was no hiding it at this point.

"Just my period. You should go back to sleep."

He ignored your suggestion and propped himself on his elbow, eyes scanning you worriedly. "Are you hurting?"

You nodded.

"Is it bad?"

"Enough to keep me from going back to sleep." You winced as another intense wave of cramps hit your lower abdomen.

"Do you need some medicine?"

"I didn't want to take any unless I absolutely have to."

"I think you need some." He commented, pulling back the covers.

"No." You put your hand out, stopping him from getting up. "You were up late and I'm sure you've got to go to the company and work on music later today."

"I can work on it here just the same as I can at work. I've got all my equipment with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." He nodded. "I'd rather be here at home to help take care of you anyway."

With that, he got up out of bed and shuffled down the hallway to the kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of water and some pain medication to soothe your cramps.

"Here, love." He handed the bottle to you after returning to the bedroom, which you gratefully took, dropping a couple pills into your hand.

"Thanks." You popped the tablets into your mouth and washed them down with water before placing the bottle on the nightstand and slumping against the headboard with closed eyes.

A frown etched its way into Hongjoong's flawless features as he brought a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. Being a man, he was unsure of the amount of pain you were in or how intense it was. Despite that, he wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible during this time. He was fully aware that this was something you'd dealt with for a long time, yet he had a strong desire to care for you and help you through this time of the month. He cared for you too much to watch you suffer.

Your eyes opened to find Hongjoong still standing over you worriedly, his hand resting on top of your head.

"You can lay back down, you know." You chuckled softly.

He stayed in place for a couple seconds before giving in and crawling back into bed with you, his concerned gaze trained on you the entire time.

"Come here." You beckoned him over and he was by your side in an instant.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked, his hand finding your lower abdomen and rubbing gentle circles over it.

"Of course I will. I just need to give this medicine time to kick in and do it's thing."

"How are your cramps?"

"They still hurt and I'm still uncomfortable, but the little massage feels nice."

"Good." He smiled, applying a little more pressure causing your eyelids to slide closed.

It's true, the massage was enough to lessen the pain, only the tiniest bit, but it was the gesture that counted.

"Are you feeling hot? Or cold? Are you getting chills? Do you need more blankets? If you're too hot I can turn the air conditioner up or bring a fan in here."

"You act like I'm sick or something." You tittered softly at his rambling. "This is just something I have to deal with every month. I'm used to it."

"That doesn't mean I can't take care of you."

"I guess you're right."

"I know I'm right." He grinned. "You still didn't answer my question."

A light chuckle left you. "I'm fine, Joong."

"Alright. I'll stop with the questions now. But if you need anything, and I mean anything, you let me know. If you're craving something specific or need another bottle of water, anything, just say something."

A fond smile graced your features as you brought your hand up to Hongjoong's hair, lovingly running your fingers through it. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You're just lucky, I guess." He grinned.

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 | 성화 | w.c. 850

A knock at your front door sounded through your mostly quiet apartment as you lied in bed curled into a ball.

Not fully awake, you didn't register the persistent knocking for quite some time. Only when it got louder did you sit upright, letting out a frustrated groan. You had started your period the day before and your symptoms were terrible. Your cramps were so bad you had to lie down with a hot pack across your abdomen, the heat making you sweat, though every time you took the pack off, you got goosebumps along your skin and felt freezing cold. To make matters worse, there were breakouts on your face, blotting your skin with ugly, discolored spots, all of these things making you feel gross overall. You hoped whoever was at the door wasn't someone important as you went to answer it.

Your heart dropped to your feet when you saw your boyfriend standing outside.

"Seonghwa!" You exclaimed out of surprise, hurrying to cover your face. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to surprise you. Is it a bad time?"

Yes. Is what you wanted to say.

"I..." You trailed off.

"Are you sick?"

"No. I just look terrible right now."

"That doesn't bother me." He chuckled.

You flinched away when you felt his fingers trying to wrap around your wrists.

"No." You groaned, keeping your hands planted firmly on your face. "It's that time of the month and I'm sweaty, my clothes are soaked, my face is covered in breakouts, I'm bloated, and I'm cramping so so badly that I want to cry."

"Hey." He called out softly, pulling your hands away.

You avoided eye contact with him, not wanting him to see you in such a disheveled state.

His gaze softened when he looked at you, a gentle smile gracing his lips.

"You still look beautiful to me."

You wanted to roll your eyes, but you knew Seonghwa was a genuine person and maybe, even though it was hard to believe, you did look beautiful in his eyes.

"Come on. I have an idea." He took your hand, stepping into your apartment and closing the door behind him before leading you to your bathroom.

You weren't sure what he had in mind, but whatever it was he seemed pleased with himself, so you weren't going to stop him.

Once in your bathroom, he let go of your hand and started rummaging through your cabinets.

"Alright, let's see." He muttered to himself, scanning the items in your bathroom closet.

"Hwa, what are you doing?" You finally asked, a light chuckle accompanying your question.

"I'm giving you a spa day."

"A spa day?" You echoed, your heart fluttering slightly.

"Yeah." He pulled a towel and washcloth from the bathroom closet. "You're feeling bad and what better way to help than to have a spa day? Plus, you deserve to be pampered."

You didn't know if it was your period or your overwhelming love and appreciation for Seonghwa, but you felt like crying.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, my love." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Bath or shower?"

"Shower."

Though a bath would be nice, nothing beat the feeling of hot water hitting your lower abdomen, right where the cramps were.

Seonghwa was nice enough to get the shower running for you, sticking his hand in to check the water temperature and make sure it was hot enough.

You thanked him as he left the room, removing your clothes after the door clicked shut. The warm steam hitting your skin as you stepped into the shower was a welcomed feeling. You managed to get through your usual shower routine, the hot water helping to soothe your persistently painful cramps, at least long enough for you to finish bathing.

Once out of the shower, you changed into the fresh pair of clothes you brought with you and used the feminine product you had laid out.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you found Seonghwa laid out on your bed.

"How was your shower?"

"Wonderful. I even cleansed my face while I was in there. I feel so refreshed."

"Well, we're not done yet." He got up off the bed. "Come on."

Guiding you back into the bathroom, Seonghwa opened up a little cabinet beside your sink where all your skincare products were stored and pulled out a small box of acne patches.

He plucked one of the star-shaped pimple patches off the plastic sheet, gently instructing you to stay still while he placed the patch onto your face, covering one of the blemishes.

"One more." He murmured, pulling off a second one and sticking it to your chin.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." He placed a kiss to your forehead. "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"I'm fine for now. Thank you, though. What I would really like is to cuddle up in bed with you, a heating pad, and something to watch."

"I can arrange that." He smiled happily. "But first, let's get you some pain medicine for those pesky cramps."

"That sounds like a good idea."

𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎 | 윤호 | w.c. 1,500

Music echoed throughout the practice room as Yunho danced, hitting each move with sharp precision. His facial expressions were intense and full of emotion as if he were putting on an actual performance on stage in front of fans.

You sat in a chair by the wall, watching him with a mesmerized gaze, enraptured by not only him, but his talent and overflowing passion for dancing. Every so often he would glance at you through the mirror, giving you a little smirk before continuing with his routine, knowing the effect he had on you, especially with the sleeves of his t-shirt rolled up to show off his arms.

As you watched, you were suddenly hit with a wave of cramps so painful it caused you to lean forward a bit, almost curling in on yourself. Your face scrunched up in response to the sharp pain.

You had started your period the night before and was expecting to be hit with these terrible cramps sooner or later—it always happened. When you first start, things are light as your body prepares to run its natural cycle, then on the first official day it hits... and it hits hard. Normally, you're woken up in the early morning hours with the most awful cramps, one's that prevent you from sleeping for a while, but on days like this it hits when you're least expecting it.

Rummaging through your bag, you retrieved a small bottle of menstrual pain relief pills, grateful that you carried some with you at all times. Shaking one out into your palm, you grabbed the bottle of water by your chair and used it to take the medication, thankfully going unnoticed by Yunho. Though you wished it would work right away and rid you of this pain and discomfort, you knew that wouldn't happen.

Attempting to ignore the throbbing in your abdomen, you continued watching your boyfriend move across the wooden flooring of the practice room, hoping for a distraction.

Who were you kidding? Nothing could distract you from from the stabbing pain you were experiencing.

The song ended and Yunho moved over to mess with his phone, choosing another song to dance to, his chest heaving up and down as he huffed out short breaths.

"You're doing so good." You praised him, putting on a smile.

"Thanks." He panted. "I think I'm gonna do a couple more songs before I take a break."

"Don't overwork yourself, okay?"

"I know." He smiled softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

The next song started to play and he moved back to the center of the room to begin the routine. You crossed your legs and wrapped your arms around your midsection, curling in a bit in an attempt to get some relief. It seemed one of the best positions to be in during your monthly was curling up in a ball, of course, you couldn't exactly do that right now as you were sitting in a chair.

Your cramps eased up for a moment only to return a few seconds later, goosebumps rising on your skin as the air in the practice room suddenly felt cooler than it was moments before. At the same time, you felt yourself starting to sweat a bit.

Great. You groaned internally.

These were the worst kind of cramps; the ones where you're hot but you're cold at the same time, unable to find a comfortable temperature.

Halfway through the song, Yunho noticed your behavior. He caught you squeezing your eyes shut every so often, seeing an uncomfortable expression on your face and the stiffness in your posture. His dancing immediately ceased as he headed towards you, turning the music down.

"Are you okay, love? You look a little washed out." He commented, placing his hand on your forehead. "What's going on?"

"I got hit with the worst cramps ever." You groaned, giving up your act as you slumped forward in both defeat and agony.

"Oh, baby." Yunho cooed, crouching on the floor beside you, his hand rubbing your back. "Do you need some medicine?"

"I took some a few minutes ago. Just waiting for it to kick in."

"Why don't I take you home so you can rest."

"No. You need to practice."

"I've been practicing long enough. You need to be somewhere with a heating pad."

"That sounds nice." You sighed, imagining the soothing heat pressed against your aching lower abdomen.

"Let's go."

"I can't help but feel like I'm preventing you from practicing." You murmured after stepping into the elevator.

"You're not." He assured you, grabbing hold of your hand. "I wanted to get a little practice in and I did."

The last thing you wanted was to be a burden. Yunho was a famous K-pop idol whose group had a giant fanbase. He needed to practice hard and spend hours at the company to perfect and improve his dancing and performance skills. Somehow, you felt you were a distraction that would cause your boyfriend to get in trouble with the entertainment company for "slacking off".

Yunho, who could tell by the distant look in your eyes that you were lost in a whirl of troublesome and perhaps even negative thoughts, gave your hand a light squeeze, bringing you back to reality.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. "Dancing really worked up my appetite."

"Yeah." You nodded. "I had a light breakfast so I could definitely go for some food."

"Good. We can go back to the dorm and I'll order us something. You can pick whatever you want. Oh, I have a heating pad too. That should help with your cramps."

"But I don't have any... stuff there." You responded.

You had one or two menstrual items with you in your bag, but that wouldn't be enough to last you a visit at Yunho's.

"Oh. Don't worry about it. I can stop by a store on the way and buy whatever you need."

His offer was so sweet it had you falling for him all over again.

"You don't have to do all that."

"I don't mind." His round eyes sparkled with the genuine desire to help you out in any way he possibly could.

The elevator doors slid open and the both of you headed through the lobby and out onto the sidewalk where Yunho's car was parked on the curb.

At the dorm, Yunho handed you the plastic bag with the feminine products he had purchased for you on the way.

"What would you like to eat? I can go ahead and order it."

After going through a list of things you were craving, you decided on one and let Yunho know.

Just before he left the room to place the order, he stopped at the doorway. "If you want to change into something more comfortable, you have free range of my closet."

As soon as he left the room, you wasted no time scurrying over to his closet and rummaging through his shirts. What you currently had on was comfortable, but there was no way you'd pass up the opportunity to wear Yunho's clothes.

Pulling one of your favorite shirts of his from the closet, you brought it with you to the bathroom where you switched out feminine products and changed into the cozy shirt.

Yunho returned just a couple minutes later to inform you the order had been placed before rummaging through his closet, pulling out a heating pad.

"Come on." He beckoned, pulling back the covers of his bed and nodding towards the empty space.

You slid under the sheets, staring up at Yunho who worked to plug up the pad.

"You should lie down and use this while we wait on the food. Then maybe your cramps will be gone and you can fully enjoy your meal."

Your heart swelled with adoration at his words.

Yunho laid the heating pad across your stomach before resting his hand on top of it.

"How's that feel?" His gentle voice asked.

"So good." You sighed out, closing your eyes. "My cramps eased up a bit on the ride over here, but this heat is doing wonders."

"Good." The smile in Yunho's voice was evident as he leaned in, brushing your hair away from your forehead to place a gentle kiss there.

You peeled your eyes open to see Yunho grabbing his dog-shaped body pillow which he designed for his birthday merchandise.

"Here. You can hold Pudeongie."

You chuckled, taking the pillow from him and hugging it to your side. Though you preferred to cuddle with Yunho, you couldn't exactly do that with the heating pad laying over your lower abdomen.

"Thank you for taking care of me." You hummed.

"You're welcome, beautiful." He combed a hand through your hair. "I need to get a quick shower and wash all this sweat off. Then we can cuddle properly while we wait for our food."

A content smile settled onto your features. "That sounds perfect."

𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 여상 | w.c. 1,000

Twice. That's how many times you cried over a commercial that day. Why? Well, you were blaming it on your period, especially since grocery store commercials didn't normally tug at your heartstrings on a normal day. I mean, how can you possibly keep it together when there's a commercial about an animated man who's little granddaughter pulls out an old recipe book from his deceased wife that he hadn't opened in years?

You were wiping away tears that were threatening to spill when your phone chimed from its spot beside you on the couch. Flipping the device over, you were met with your boyfriend's contact photo taking up the entirety of your screen. It was a FaceTime call. Your thumb swiped to accept the call, holding the phone up so he could see you.

"Hi, angel." He flashed that heart-melting smile of his, waving to the camera.

Judging by the background, he was at his dorm in his bedroom.

"Hi, Sangie."

His large eyes suddenly became sad, worried even, while his lips stuck into a pout. "Were you crying? Are you okay?"

"Oh." You glanced at yourself in the camera, noticing the slightly glossy look your eyes were currently sporting.

It wasn't super obvious that you had been tearing up, but Yeosang was always so perceptive when it came to you.

"My emotions are all crazy. I got choked up watching a commercial." You chuckled, finding it a bit humorous.

"So you're not sad?" He wanted to be certain that you weren't upset.

"No." You laughed softly. "Just hormonal."

Yeosang's brows raised, his eyes becoming wider in sudden realization. Then came the flood of questions.

"Do you need anything? Are you hurting? Should I pick up some pads? Tampons? Do you have enough pain relievers? Are you drinking lots of water? I heard being active helps cramps. Have you been active? Are you taking vitamins? There are supplements that help ease period symptoms. Should I get you some of those?"

"I'm fine, Yeosang." You cut in before he could continue, chuckling endearingly at his concerned rambling. "I'm not hurting too bad. It's only the third day so my cramps aren't too bad. They come and go, but they're not as severe as they were on day one. Yes I'm drinking water, maybe not enough, but I'm drinking it. And I've been lounging on the couch since I got out of bed."

"Ah. Sorry. I guess I got carried away." That tiny, shy smile of his made its appearance as he rubbed the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. "Have you been eating fruits or something healthy?"

You nearly snorted. "Actually, I've been indulging in some of the cravings I've been having." You lifted a bag of your favorite chips to the camera. "So, what are you up to?"

"I called because I don't have a schedule today and I wanted to see if you'd like to hang out."

Just the thought of spending time with Yeosang made your heart soar with excitement.

"I would love to."

"Since you're on your period, I'll come to your place. If that's okay with you."

"Yeah." You nodded. "That's perfect, actually."

"Okay." He beamed. "I'll start making my way right now."

"I'll be waiting." You waved. "Love you."

"Love you too."

The FaceTime ended and you tossed your phone back to the couch cushion, briefly considering wether or not you should leave your comfortable spot on the sofa and put some makeup on. It didn't take long for you to to completely disregard the idea. After all, you had just FaceTimed him and he saw your makeup-free (and slightly blemished) face so there was no need covering it up.

A gentle knock on your front door sounded just fifteen minutes after your call with Yeosang. You leapt from your seat and scurried to answer the door. The man you had been longing to see stepped inside, wrapping his arms around you in a cozy embrace while he gently rocked the both of you side to side.

"I'm so happy to see you."

"I'm happy to see you too, precious." He pulled away, gazing at you with those sparkly, brown eyes of his. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm cramping, but it's nothing too bad. Not right now, anyway."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

"What do you feel like doing?"

"Well, I was watching TV on the couch but I'd kind of like to lie down."

"Okay then we'll cuddle in bed and have a movie marathon."

You hummed in agreement and tugged Yeosang further into your home, guiding him to your bedroom where the both of you got comfortable under the covers.

Your boyfriend had barely gotten situated before you were resting your head on his chest and snuggling into his side.

It was a blessing that Yeosang wanted to come over because it's exactly what you needed at that moment. Being cuddled up next to him made your heart swell and provided you with a cozy feeling in your chest.

"What would you like to watch?" He reached for the remote.

"Actually, do you think you could sing to me?"

Yeosang stiffened just the slightest bit, clearly not expecting the request.

"Of course. Any song suggestions?"

"Whatever you want to sing." You murmured, snuggling further into his chest.

A gentle smile graced Yeosang's statuesque features as he began singing a current favorite song of his. His fingers ran through your hair in a gentle and soothing manner, your eyes fluttering closed in response as you listened to his silky voice, which was doing a great job at distracting you from your cramps that were thankfully going away on their own, albeit slowly.

Yeosang's voice was heavenly. From his low register to his faint lisp that could be heard in his singing. It all had your heart doing somersaults in your chest.

"So beautiful." You murmured sleepily, as Yeosang's gentle ministrations were making you drowsy. "Thank you, Yeo."

This was all you needed.

𝐒𝐀𝐍 | 산 | w.c. 1,400

4 AM. That's what time you were finally able to get to sleep the night before. It was that time of the month and your incessant cramps were so bad not even Midol could fix it. You were miserable. Normally, you could ignore any mild cramps that would inconveniently hit just as you were going to bed, but these were the kind that kept you awake, the pain just a little too intense for you to relax, leaving you tossing and turning for hours on end. Between the cramps and having to get up to pee every five minutes, there was no way you could rest.

It was after barely after 4 AM when your cramps eased up just enough for you to relax and finally doze off.

Presently, it was 12 PM, which meant you got a decent eight hours of sleep, even though your body felt like it needed just a smidge more.

You pushed yourself out of bed, giving a brief glance at the fitted sheet wrapped around the mattress to make sure you didn't have any overnight leaks. With no stains in sight, you shuffled to the bathroom where you went through your usual routine and freshened up, which woke you up a bit and made you feel a little less crappy.

You swapped your PJs for some loose-fitting sweats and one of your boyfriend's shirts that he left at your place before heading to the living room to turn on the television. After a few moments of mindless channel surfing, you found a show that grabbed your attention and decided to watch.

It didn't take long for your cramps to start up again. The ache, while annoying, wasn't anything too unbearable, not like last night, anyway. So you ignored it, sinking further into the couch cushions while keeping your eyes locked on the TV.

You made it through the remainder of the episode before the cramps really ramped up, the sudden increase in pain and discomfort causing you to lurch forward.

Your face contorted in agony, the sharp jabs in your abdomen leading you to jump to your feet and make a beeline for the kitchen where the medicine was kept. You tore open the cabinet and located the pain medicine you so desperately needed. Since your cramps were just as bad as they were in the early morning hours, you took two pills, assuring you'd get the minimum amount of pain relief.

With a hot pack laid across your lower abdominal area, you settled back into the couch cushions and proceeded to watch television, doing your best to focus on the show. Sometimes having a distraction helped to take your attention off the wrath Mother Nature was thrusting upon your uterus.

At some point, you unconsciously started rocking back and forth, partially hunched over. The heat paired with the movement seemed to be helping just a little, however now a very thin layer of sweat covered your forehead and on your shirt where the hot pack was pressed against your abdomen was a damp spot. You huffed, pulling off the hot pack to fan your shirt a bit and cool off. That only caused a wave of goosebumps to rise along your skin, the air in your home being a little too cold for your linking. So you laid the hot pack back across your abdomen. This went back and forth for the next ten minutes or so, only adding to your frustration and discomfort.

"Ha. Ha. I love being a woman." You commented dryly to no one at all, wrapping your arms around your midsection.

You probably looked pathetic all crumpled up and curled in on yourself but you were in the privacy of your own home and you were in extreme pain. You'd do whatever it took to get it to go away.

The stabbing cramps had gotten so bad in such a short amount of time. Your brain was in a haze and all you could think about was the pain. Just when you felt you had reached your limit, your phone rang.

Fumbling for the device, you lifted it to see who was calling. It was San, your loving boyfriend whom you were suddenly missing very much. You accepted the call and raised the phone to your ear.

"Hello, gorgeous." His silky voice came through the speaker.

"Hi, Sannie." You did your best to sound cheery, but the greeting came out as a sort of pained grunt.

"Are you okay?" The pout in his voice was evident.

"No. Not really." You answered honestly. "I'm on my period."

A tiny gasp was heard on his end followed by an, "Oh no."

"Yeah."

"You poor thing." He cooed. "Why don't I come take care of you."

"That would be great."

"I'll be over there as soon as I can, baby."

Less than 20 minutes later, there was a knock at your door which had your heart jumping for joy. As soon as you opened the door, San walked in and pulled you into a hug.

"Hi dear." He murmured as he stroked the top of your head. "Are you hurting?"

"Very much so."

"Ah." He nodded knowingly as you parted ways. "I know what I have to do."

He balled his hands into fists, crouching down at bit so he was level with your lower abdomen. Before you had the chance to question what he was doing, he began to punch the area where your uterus was, stopping right in front of it because, well, he would never actually hit you.

"Stop!" He demanded sharply, going in for another punch. "Stop it."

The phrase was uttered during each strike of his fist, his words being punctuated by his actions.

The chuckles that had begun to spill from your lips were now turning into full on laughter as your boyfriend continued punching at your lower abdomen, demanding that it "stop".

"Thank you, Sannie." You giggled.

The both of you made yourselves comfortable on the couch where San immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"If you need anything, let me know."

"Okay." You tittered softly.

Having San with you provided a good enough distraction to take your mind off the discomfort in your abdominal area. He would make comments about something on TV and ask questions to help keep you occupied with things besides period pains.

At some point, you stood up and excused yourself to go switch feminine products, doing so in just a couple minutes.

It was only when you were returning to the living room that you realized your abdominal cramps had gone away but a persistent, dull ache had become present in your lower back.

Your face twitched slightly as you shuffled towards the couch, catching your always observant boyfriend's attention.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I'm having cramps in my back."

"You have period cramps in your back?" San asked in disbelief.

"Sometimes." You sighed, unconsciously massaging your lower spine.

Your boyfriend was baffled. San knew periods could be a pain and there were lots of symptoms that varied in intensity, but this was crazy. Why would you get pain in other areas? He didn't think that was very fair.

"Come here." San took your hands, leading you to your bedroom where he insisted you lie down on your stomach.

You did as he asked, getting yourself comfortable on the mattress before feeling it dip under San's weight.

"Tell me where it hurts." His hands placed themselves on your spine.

"Lower."

His palms slid further down your back.

"Right there."

San's thumbs rubbed over the muscles a few times, making long upward strokes as he applied pressure on the sore spots. A sigh passed through your slightly parted lips as relief washed over you.

"Is that good?" He inquired tentatively.

"So good."

San hated that this was something you had to deal with every month. Even though that's just how things were and he couldn't do anything about it, it didn't seem fair.

"I'm sorry you're feeling so icky, pretty."

"I'm far from pretty right now." You chuckled.

"Not true."

His ministrations came to a halt as you lifted your head just enough to glance back at him.

"I'm serious." He insisted with a pout.

"You're too sweet." You dropped your head back onto the pillow as he continued massaging.

"Only for you, lovely."

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈 | 민기 | w.c. 900

If there was one thing about your period, it was that it showed up at the most inconvenient time.

Mingi's body moved with such fluidity that it had you mesmerized—hypnotized, even. His body control was out of this world and never failed to hold your attention. His oversized sleeveless tee hung off his slim figure, the thin fabric swinging about as he danced with rigor and passion. His movements were so intense sometimes that the hem of his shirt would fly up and reveal his tiny waist and smooth stomach. The sight was a small blessing to your eyes and just another perk of watching him get in an extra practice session on his weekend off. His brows were pulled together in concentration, his sharp eyes fixed on his reflection, inspecting his own movements. He had no idea you were practically drooling over him in the corner of the room.

You were having a wonderful time when suddenly you felt it... the gush.

Right away, you sat upright and pushed yourself up from your seat, standing stiffly in place.

This abrupt and unusual reaction caught Mingi's attention almost immediately and had him scrambling to pause the music.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just need to go to the bathroom." You excused yourself and headed straight for the practice room door, trying your best to walk normally instead of the usual stiff-legged hobble you would be doing if you were at home.

You had started your period the day prior and it was already in full swing, hitting you with all it had. This morning before you left, everything was light, so you assumed this time around you'd ease into it, but you were so very wrong.

In the bathroom, you closed the stall door behind you, making sure to lock it before taking a seat to assess the damage.

"Oh boy." You whispered under your breath, reaching for your bag and rummaging for an extra pad in the inner side zipper. Empty.

Oh no.

Normally, you had extra feminine hygiene products with you, however, it seemed this time you had forgotten to replace them.

Great.

After washing your hands, you returned to the practice room, shifting from one foot to the other. It appeared that Mingi hadn't moved since you left the room, his normally narrow eyes now round with worry.

"Is everything okay?"

"Uh." You rubbed the back of your neck.

Just say it. It's a normal thing, Y/n. You reminded yourself. There's nothing to be embarrassed about.

"I don't have any pads with me." You confessed embarrassedly.

Mingi blinked owlishly a few times, not quite understanding what you meant.

You gave a vague nod down towards your lower half, trying to communicate without saying it outright.

Mingi's eyes became wider in realization.

"Ohh!"

"Yeah." You sighed. "I forgot to put more in my bag and I need one... like right now."

You were about to apologize for needing to leave so abruptly so you could take care of the problem when Mingi spoke up.

"Stay here. I'll go find you one."

"What?" You questioned, your eyes following him as he hurriedly exited the practice room.

Without receiving a response, you dropped down into the chair you occupied before your hasty exit moments earlier, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to return.

Mingi moved down the halls of KQ, searching for any staff that may be nearby. He popped his head into empty offices and meeting rooms, turning corners and scouring the place for any employees wandering about. The entertainment company had many staff members, so it shouldn't be that hard.

He came upon one of the lounges, poking his head into the room to find two female staff members having a quick snack together.

"Excuse me." He spoke timidly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed to ask for feminine products. "Do either of you happen to have any... pads?"

He was quick to put himself back in place, reminding himself that he was helping you out.

You were his girlfriend and if you needed a pad then gosh darn it he was going to get one for you, embarrassed or not.

"Oh. I'm sorry I don't." One of the women apologized.

"I do, but I left my bag in my office on the next floor." The other responded.

"Ah."

Mingi didn't want to inconvenience the woman, especially since she probably had a busy schedule so he thanked them both and left, continuing his search.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes darted around, reading the labels on each door that lined the hall in search of his next place to check.

After three tries, Mingi was able to get you a pad, which he hoped was enough to sustain you for the duration of his solo practice.

Your boyfriend reentered the practice room, holding up the plastic-wrapped square like it was a trophy.

"I got it."

You plucked the item from his hand, pulling him into a hug.

"You didn't have to do that. I was just gonna go to a nearby store and buy some."

"I knew I could find one quicker by asking around."

You smiled softly. "Thank you."

"Of course." He brushed your hair out of your face. "You feeling alright?"

"For now."

"If you need to go home, just let me know."

"I will. Thanks, Mingi."

𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 | 우영 | w.c. 980

You stepped down the aisle that housed all the feminine products you could ever need, Wooyoung coming to a stop beside you as you eyed the pad and tampon section.

"So what size pu—"

"Don't even finish that sentence." You cut him off, raising your hand to stop him. "I don't want to hear that phrase or that word come out of your mouth."

"Yes ma'am." He saluted.

Huffing, you proceeded further down the aisle until you found what you were looking for.

While scanning the different sizes of products available on the shelves, your ever curious boyfriend wandered up and down the aisle to keep himself busy.

Once you acquired what you were looking for, you turned to see Wooyoung holding a box of tampons, examining the packaging.

"You put these inside you?" He asked in disbelief.

"Woo, put those back."

He did as he was told, his face twisted in either disgust or discomfort, you couldn't tell, as he did so.

"Alright. I've got everything I need." You announced, preparing to head to the register until you realized Wooyoung stayed put, staring with furrowed brows at the plethora of feminine products lining the shelves.

"What is it?"

"Why are there so many?" He asked. "How do you even know what to get?"

"It all depends on what you're comfortable with. Some people prefer tampons, others prefer pads."

"Okay but the pictures on these are different." He pointed to a section of pads.

"Right. Some have wings so the pad stays in place and doesn't squish up and some don't. Again, that's all depending on personal preference. Some pads are thin while others are thick so they can absorb more. They vary in size as well. Some people like longer pads so they don't have a leak while they're sleeping or lying down."

Wooyoung's eyes remained wide, his brows pulled together as he soaked in all this new information, scanning over each plastic package.

"How do you know if you need thin pads or thick ones?"

"That depends on your flow."

"Flow?" He echoed.

You did not expect to be having an in-depth conversation about periods with your boyfriend in the middle of the feminine hygiene aisle but there you were.

Then again, he grew up with brothers. Of course he wouldn't know everything about a woman's menstrual cycle. Also you didn't think that was something that a mother would talk to her son about, especially in detail.

"You know how you can barely turn a faucet on and the water runs just a little, but when you turn it more, a lot of water comes out?"

He nodded.

"That's how it is with periods."

"So you can turn it off?"

"Unfortunately not. That's why we need these things." You gestured to the array of feminine products. "What I mean is, with some people their flow is heavy while others are lighter, so you buy products according to that."

"It's not the same for everyone?"

"Not at all. Some people have very heavy flows. I've even heard of people buying bladder leak pads because they're more absorbent."

"It gets that bad?" Wooyoung gaped.

"Mhm." You nodded.

"And it's the same for the other things too?"

"Tampons."

"Right. That."

"Yes. They've got different sizes according to your flow as well."

"Wow. That's so complicated."

"Not when you've lived with it most of your life." You chuckled. "Let's go."

"Girls get cravings for chocolate when they're on their period, right?" Wooyoung asked as the both of you made your way towards the front of the store.

"It's not always chocolate, but yes. Cravings tend to happen." You responded.

"What do you usually crave?" He asked.

"Usually sweet stuff, but it differs."

"Should I get you some?"

Your expression softened as you looked at him, seeing the genuine care in his eyes.

"Sure."

"Come on then. Let's go see what they have." Wooyoung took hold of your free hand, pulling you towards the snack aisle which was packed with junk food and sweets.

You perused the shelves, trying to figure out what sounded good at the moment.

"Pick whatever you want." Wooyoung told you. "My treat."

That made you stop. "What?"

"Your period stuff, snacks, I'll pay for all of it."

For someone who was making period jokes earlier, he sure was being sweet.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, thanking him for his thoughtful offer.

On the way home, you decided to tease Wooyoung since he barely knew anything about periods, curious to see his reaction to a particular prank you'd seen circulating the internet.

"Did you know pads and tampons come in different flavors?"

Wooyoung's eyes widened. "Flavors?"

"Yeah. Didn't you notice the colors and pictures on the packaging?"

"Yes."

"The color is whatever flavor they are. Green is green apple, purple is grape, pink is strawberry and so on."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah."

"Why? What's the point?"

You shrugged, holding back a grin.

"Are you being serious right now? Do they really have flavors?"

"No." You laughed, throwing your head back as you let loose a string of cackles.

"Y/n, that's so mean." Wooyoung pouted. "I almost believed you."

"Sorry." You laughed. "I just wanted to see if I could get by with it."

"I bought you snacks." His full lips were stuck out as he spoke, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I was just teasing, love." You nudged him.

Unable to keep up his act any longer, Wooyoung cracked a small smile.

"That was pretty good, actually."

"I know." You grinned.

"I think you should make it up to me though"

"How?" Your eyes narrowed, wondering what sort of deal he was preparing to strike up.

"Play video games with me when we get home."

A smiled made its way onto your face at his proposal. "I think that can be arranged."

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 | 종호 | w.c. 1,050

The sunlight that seeped in through the window hit your closed eyelids, the intrusion pulling you from your sleep just enough to make you aware of it. You rolled over in bed keeping your eyes shut, snuggling further into your plush pillow. As you slowly began to wake, you stretched your arm across the bed, reaching for Jongho only to be met with an empty space, the palm of your hand hitting the sheets that were crumpled from being haphazardly tossed back into place. The lack of his presence made you frown, sitting up on your elbow while searching the room.

All thoughts of your temporarily missing boyfriend flew right out the bedroom window as a sticky and somewhat uncomfortable feeling below caught your attention. The all too familiar heart-stopping feeling was something you knew well. Without wasting another second, you shot up out of bed, jerking back the covers to find an ugly, red stain on the fitted sheet.

"No, no, no, no, no." You murmured the same word over and over again in a panic.

This was Jongho's bed and it was his sheets you'd just ruined.

"Crap." You hissed, rushing to your bag to grab an extra pair of underwear and fresh pants, taking your toiletry bag with you as you slipped into the bathroom to clean yourself up. While in the bathroom, you managed to get most of the bloodstain off your panties thanks to some cold water and hand soap, which seemed to do the trick. The process was repeated for your pajama bottoms.

Once you were finished, you went back to Jongho's room and promptly stripped his bed, wadding your stained underwear and pajama pants up with them.

You weren't sure where Jongho was, but you hoped you could make it to the laundry room without being noticed.

The universe must've been against you because as soon as you stepped out of the bedroom, Jongho was standing there in the hallway.

"Jongho." You uttered his name dumbly.

"Y/n, you're awake." He smiled softly, his eyes dropping down to the crumpled wad of fabric in your arms. "Why do you have the sheets?"

"I sweat pretty bad last night." You lied. "I didn't want to leave your sheets stinky so I'm going to wash them."

"Oh. You don't have to do that. I can wash them."

You pulled the heap away from him just as he reached out to take them from you. "It's okay. I got it. Really."

He held his hands up in surrender. "Alright."

You hurried past him and into the laundry room, lying the sheet across the top of the washer and dryer along with your underwear and pajama bottoms as you rummaged through Jongho's detergent to see if he had a stain stick or something to pretreat the splotch before tossing it into the wash.

You pushed past bleach, fabric softener, and laundry scent crystals, but you couldn't seem to find any stain remover.

Jongho heard your noisy rummaging from the other room, going to check on you and see if you needed any help. When he stepped into the laundry room he saw his sheets laid out, a dark red stain standing out against the gray fabric. Along with it was your panties and the pair of pajama bottoms you had worn to bed the night before, an equally as noticeable stain on them as well.

Your eyes were blown wide like a deer in the headlights as embarrassment and mortification hit you like a massive wave, your entire face set on fire due to the situation.

Not only had Jongho seen the ugly stain you left on his (probably expensive) sheets, but your underwear and pajama bottoms as well.

You should have moved. You should have scrambled to grab your panties and hidden them behind your back, but you were completely frozen in place, unable to move. As if that wasn't bad enough, you could feel what was sure to be a painful series of cramps coming on in your lower abdomen.

Jongho's eyes met yours and you let loose, sputtering what could only be classified as word vomit.

"I'm so sorry I ruined your sheets. I promise I'll get the stain out. I know it's gross and it's embarrassing."

"It's not gross." He responded, his expression showing no disgust whatsoever. "You can't control it."

"What?"

Jongho shrugged. "It's only natural."

You couldn't ignore the way your heart thumped. Of course Jongho wouldn't think something like this was a big deal. You should've known better. Nothing ever phased him.

Jongho's eyes drifted back over to the sheets on the washer where your undergarment was still laid out for him to see.

"Don't look at those." You stepped in front of your unmentionables to block his view.

"Why?" He chuckled amusedly. "It's just underwear. You've seen mine before."

"That's because you don't know how to keep your room clean and they're tossed on the floor."

"Touché. But it's still just underwear. No big deal." He stepped forward, rubbing the top of your head. "You're worrying too much, pretty."

You huffed softly, sticking out your bottom lip in reluctant defeat.

"Now let's take care of these sheets. What were you looking for in here?"

"Something to pretreat the stain."

"Ah." Jongho moved over to his laundry products, pulling out a spray bottle. "I believe this is what you were searching for. This should do the trick. I've used it to get coffee stains out of my clothes plenty of times. Works like a charm."

"Thanks." You took the bottle from him and sprayed the stains on everything before tossing them into the washing machine.

"I'll start the wash." Jongho volunteered, messing with the settings and starting the laundry cycle.

He came up and rubbed your back soothingly.

"You feeling alright?"

"For now. The cramps haven't started up yet, but I'm sure they will."

"If they do, I've got a heating pad you can use."

Your gaze softened while a gentle smile graced your features. "Thank you."

"Of course." He stroked your hair in a caring manner. "Are you hungry? You want anything to eat?"

"Some breakfast sounds nice."

"Alright. I'll make you your favorite." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You just sit and I'll make it."

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Catnap + Dogday x Reader (Part 6)

<<< Part 5

Relationship : Fluff

Warning : ⚠️ Mention of blood, mild amnesia ⚠️

Recap : After inhaling the red smoke, you find yourself awake in Catnap's hidden room. For some reason, you don't remember what happened before you got here....

Yet again, you wake up from your slumber. You let out a groan and massage your temple.

Your head is throbbing and your whole body aches for no reason. Probably you slept on the wrong side of the bed— wait.

This is Catnap's room.

You're laying on his large cat bed and you begin to question yourself...

Why are you here?

You remember being in the infirmary after you exhausted yourself with work. But something doesn't feel right and you swore something happened after.

You try to remember what had happened but nothing came up, everything is a blur.

It made you feel frustrated.

A sharp pain in your head makes you jolt as you hisses in pain. You decide to ease yourself from thinking too much.

"Catnap?" you called out for the feline mascot.

Silence.

Where did the cat go?

You look around the room and notice a tray with medicines on them with a few bottles of water.

You pick up the pills and it was the prescription given by the doctor for your headaches.

You didn't think twice and took the pill so it will make your headaches go away.

After that you lay back down on the soft bed, you can return to your office after your headaches goes away.

As much as you want to walk back to your office, you don't want to stumble around like a drunk idiot and hurt yourself.

You close your eyes and rest....

Purr...purr...purr...

You hear soft purring in your ears, you slowly open your eyes and purple fur fills your vision.

You knew who it was and it is Catnap.

Hugging you close to his body with one arm over you as he purrs softly in his sleep. His body is curled around you in a protective manner.

You unconsciously bring your hand up and rub the feline's head, causing his purring to become louder.

"Star..."

Catnap's eyes open as he stares down at you, he shifts a bit to give you some space.

"How....are you...feeling?"

"I feel a little bit better...hmm...I remember being in the infirmary, did you bring me here Catnap?"

"Yes...I brought you here.... the infirmary bed is...bad...and not good for sleeping"

You hum at his response as you continue to pet him, Catnap closes his eyes and accepts the affection he's receiving from you.

You smile at the sight of the purring cat, you quite enjoy petting him and the other SC. They were made to comfort children in the orphanage after all.

You lift yourself off the bed and stretch yourself, "Well, I guess it's time for me to go back to my office!" this caused Catnap to snap out from his purring state.

"You can't!"

This causes you to flinch slightly at his sudden change of tone, "Why?" you questioned the cat.

Catnap froze, why didn't he think this through? He doesn't want you to go back to your office and see the massacre.

Also, the risk of losing you to the other toys is high.

"Everything.... already closed down"

Catnap said. It's entirely true that it's already past closing time. The playcare and the cable car usually shut down after 9:00 p.m. The only people who have access to everything are the night guards.

"What?! It's already past 9:00 p.m.?!"

You were shocked. You've slept that long? Catnap nods as you rub your forehead, guess you have to sleep in for the night huh.

You pucker up your lips before your stomach lets out a loud growl indicating your hunger.

Catnap's ears perk up at the sound as you smile sheepishly, "I haven't eaten since afternoon...I do remember leaving my lunch on my table" you hummed.

"I'll go get it!"

Catnap said as he stands up on all fours. Before you could question him, Catnap jumps up to the hole above leaving you inside the room.

"Huh?! Catnap, wait! Take me with you!"

You called out for him but to no avail. You let out a sigh as you stare up at the entrance on the ceiling. This room is easy to get in but hard to get out.

You have no choice but to wait for Catnap to come back.

You wait...

and...wait...

waiting....

What's taking Catnap so long?

You wish there's a clock in here and you don't have a watch to tell you the time. You assume he was gone for 15 minutes now.

Then, you hear something and it comes from the hole.

"Catnap?"

Something large drops down onto the cat bed, causing you to flinch. It was a blue box with a star on it. It has a crank on its side too. Is it...a music box?

For some reason, you feel the sense of deja vu.

You stare at it for a while, narrowing your eyes at the box.

You just couldn't keep your eyes away from it, if you do something bad would happen.

You and this mysterious box are engaged in a staring competition.

A few minutes pass and nothing happens but that uneasy feeling hasn't left your guts.

Then, the box begins to wind up and plays the well known 'Pop's goes the weasel'

'Get. the. f*ck. outta. there!'

As soon you take a step back, the lid pops and comes out from it, was a monster with razor sharp teeth and claws covered in fresh blood.

By the blessing from the god, you somehow slip and avoid getting eaten by the red headed monster.

"Sh*t!"

That's the only thing you could cry out as you quickly get to your feet and run.

But...where?!

The box monster springs itself towards you like a charging bull, you scream out in fear as you yet again dodge it but it manages to scratch your leg.

You fall on to the ground as you watch your leg bleed, the box monster stalks towards you with hungry eyes.

Your body begin to shakes in fear.

There's no way you can survive this, there is no escape!

As the monster lunges at you, you feel something sharp hooking itself on the back of your shirt and drags you high up.

The box monster was surprised as you are, it let out a frustrated roar as you feel yourself being dragged away by a strange force.

A/n : I know it's a short chapter but I want to leave a cliffhanger.

Also, the Reader had mild amnesia but having it doesn't mean that she forgot her entire identity!

It is only the memories of the previous event were wiped out and she only forgot the event of her being kidnapped and the hour of joy.

But she does remember being in the infirmary, resting.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime dogday #poppy playtime catnap #poppy playtime boxy boo #smiling critters catnap #smiling critter dogday #dogday x reader #catnap x reader

[faretheeoscar]

Boyfriend!Miguel on your period

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x FemReader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deeper, Miggy, it helps with the pain”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay hermosa?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reblogs and comments are kindly appreciated!

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[bkgml]

period comfort with katsuki!

you were walking home with your boyfriend. babbling on about your school day.

“and then kirishima got knocked on his ass by mina! he didn’t even see it coming!” you laughed.

“that’s what he gets for not paying attention.” he says, grabbing your hand.

“honestly, you’ve told him a mil-“ you grasp your stomach, hand slipping from katsuki’s grasp.

“mmmfh ow.” you groan.

katsuki freezes. he’s in protection mode now, eyes scanning over your body to asses any damages so he can make sure it’s okay to touch you.

“yn? what’s goin on?” he grabs your shoulders lightly before his hands slide up to your cheeks to try to make you look at him.

when you don’t respond with more than another groan he crouches down.

“hey. tell katsuki what’s wrong.” he’s trying to lightly pry your hands from your stomach so he can make sure there’s no wound.

“c-cramps. katsuki i cant- they’ve never- ow. they’ve never been this bad.” your hands fly back to your stomach.

“can you walk?” he says, rubbing the sides of your thighs, still crouched on the ground.

so unlike him. practically kneeling down and your feet, at your beck in call. in public.

you look at him, desperation evident in your stare.

“no i can’t- can’t move. katsuki please make it go away, please please please.” you whimper.

katsuki’s heart breaks a little at your words. he wants to take away your pain so bad.

“come on. it’s okay, i’ve got you.” he says, scooping you up.

you whine, but he knows you’ll feel better in bed.

he practically runs through the common room and into his dorm, with you, safe in his arms.

“there you go.” he says while laying you down on his sheets.

“what do you need?”

you sigh, pain alleviating slightly.

if you’re being completely honest katsuki putting aside his vulnerability issues because you’re in pain helps immensely.

“can you get me water, and one of your sweaters?” you pause.

“…and you please?” you smile sheepishly at him.

“anythin” he says, standing up to get you what you need.

while he’s occupied with that you slip into the bathroom to clean yourself with the products katsuki keeps under his bathroom sink for you.

when you get back you see katsuki holding exactly what you need, plus an ibuprofen.

“i know you didn’t ask for this but it should help.” he says handing you your water with the pill.

“thanks kats.” you say, swallowing the pill and downing your water.

“good. now get settled.” he says after handing you the sweater he gave you, it’s big, even when it’s on him. just what the doctor ordered.

he steps away from you to change into comfortable clothes and you strip into your underwear before throwing on the soft sweater.

sighing, you hop into bed, cramps returning. you find curling into a ball makes the pain bearable.

katsuki slips into his bed, sitting up against the headboard.

“c’mere.” he speaks, patting his lap.

you look up at him before sitting up and straddling him.

you whine from the pain of a new position and he rubs his warm hands up and down your bare thighs.

“still hurts?” he whispers.

“mhm- ow ow.” you clutch your stomach.

“i have an idea, move your hands.”

you look at him pointedly but move your hands anyway.

he lifts the sweater up and places one of his hands on your stomach.

it starts to heat up and your cramps start to ease off.

you sigh in content.

“you’re a genius.” you say, leaning forward to rest your forehead again his chest.

“damn right.” he grins and you laugh through your nose.

“thank you for taking care of me today.” you say, getting comfy on his lap.

“it’s my job.”

“still. you’re my favourite.” you look at him.

he turns his head away, pink dusting his cheeks.

“shut it.”

you giggle, eyes closing.

“mmm… goodnight.” you say, drifting off.

“it’s still daytime, sweets.”

“smart ass.” you mumble.

katsuki smiles.

“goodnight then.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x yn #bakugou x you #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader

[moonstruckme]

Hey, so i get really bad migraines out of nowhere (sometimes i get them in my sleep) and i was wondering if you could write about james taking care of reader! who gets migraines? i really like your work and would love to read your take on this!

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: migraine

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 374 words

You try to sneak out of bed, but James’ arm tightens around your waist. When you persist, he grumbles. 

Just the short, muffled sound sends spikes of pain through your head. You wince. 

He feels it, rousing. “Wha’ is it?” 

Ice picks through your left eye. “James,” you beg at a whisper, so hushed you hope he’s even awake enough to hear you, “quiet, please.” 

“Hm? Oh.” James’ drops his voice, sounding more cognizant already. “Oh, sorry, lovie. Migraine?” 

You nod in the darkness, agonized. 

“You’re okay.” He goes in to kiss your cheek, then thinks the better of it, his lips barely ghosting your skin. “Stay here, I’ll get your pills.” 

“Thank you,” you murmur. James grasps your hand in reply, squeezing lightly as he climbs out of bed. 

You try not to listen to the sounds of him moving around the bathroom, try to relax the muscles in your face and neck despite their instinct to tighten for a threat that’s coming from inside you. James does his best to be quiet when he knows you have a migraine, but noise is in his nature. His progress is trumpeted by the opening and shutting of drawers, hushed cursing while he works against the childproofed pill bottle, the clacking of the tablets against each other as he shakes them out into his hand. By the time he makes it back to you, you’re lying prone with your hand cast over your eyes like an ailing gentlewoman in a Jane Austen novel. 

James touches your head lightly to signal for you to sit up. He’s silent as he passes you the pills and a cup of water, and you know it has to be difficult for him. James loves to fill silence. You can almost feel the questions and reassurances simmering on his tongue. You squeeze his wrist in thanks. 

He helps ease you back down onto your pillow with a hand on your shoulder, and then something heavy and cold is laying across your eyes. 

You sigh, the muscles in your brow relaxing instinctively at the feel of your cold mask. “Thanks, Jamie.” 

“Don’t mention it.” A pause. “Can I touch you?” 

“Mhm.” 

Warm lips press gently to your temple. “Feel better, darling.”

#james potter #james potter x you #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x self insert #james potter fanfiction #james potter fanfic #james potter fic #james potter fluff #james potter hurt/comfort #james potter imagine #james potter drabble #james potter scenario #james potter blurb #james potter one shot #james potter oneshot #marauders #marauders fanfiction #the marauders #marauders fandom #marauders era #hp marauders #marauders x reader

[bigfatbimbo]

a/n — feeling very sick right now but still inspired so here’s

Hazbin Characters with a Sick Reader

Lucifer is very considerate. He doesn’t make you to do absolute anything. In fact, he forbids it. Under his care you wouldn’t have to lift a finger when you’re sick. No matter how much you protest or if you ‘need to get work done’ he’d simply shush you and explain how you can accomplish all those things after some rest. I think he would be very dramatic about you being sick too like saying shit like how ‘brave you’re being’ and how ‘strong you are’ and it’s like… Lucifer it’s a cold. He doesn’t care though. He’ll back you soup, give you a massage, run you a bath. Basically anything that would ease your pain. He would not care about getting sick either, he’d literally cuddle the hell out you. He knows how it feels to be totally alone in your time of need so he would literally not leave you alone AT ALL. It would probably get annoying after a little bit.

Vox is funny because like unless you’re literally dying, he barely gives a shit. Like oh you have a runny nose? Walk it off, he has better things to do. I think it would take you literally throwing up on his shoes for him to finally go ‘jesus christ, go lay down.’ And after that, I definitely think he’s less unbothered maybe just a little grossed out. He is probably terrified of getting sick because he has way too much to do for his system to get a bug. He’d deal with you being sick in a very comical way, like he’d use a ten foot pole to push soup to you. If you’re expecting cuddles… yeah I don’t know about that. Maybe after a little bit of watching you struggle with your fever he’d finally cave and craw in bed next to you and hold you close. But like I said before, for him to care you’d literally have to be deathly ill.

Velvette would not put up with any ‘oh no I have too much work to do’ shit. Like if your sick your resting, no exceptions. Like Vox, I think she would definitely be grossed out to a certain level. You’d definitely not be allowed in her studio or near her at all until her work is over. However, afterwards I don’t think she’d be as bad as Vox. For her to be dating you in the first place, it means she definitely already has a soft spot for you. So, she’d probably light a couple candles and curl up next to you, letting you rest your head on her chest. She’d probably talk about her day as a desperate way to distract herself from how gross you are, as she combs her fingers through your hair. After a while if you fall asleep nuzzled up against her chest, she’d find you a little less gross and just feel bad for you. The next morning, after a VERY intense shower, she’d leave you a note hoping you feel better along with some pills for the pain.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel velvette #inbox open

[anemoiashifts]

50+ things to script in your desired reality.

things to script in your desired reality !! ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆

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persona.

♡ what you mean to say will always come across that way & never be misinterpreted.

♡ voice doesn’t crack or shake.

♡ you have the aura / energy you desire (intimidating, warm, etc.)

♡ fluent in desired langue.

♡ you can listen to any piece of music & play it perfectly on any instrument.

♡ you are able to conceal your identity / presence with ease (survival dr’s, fame dr’s)

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impact.

♡ you make people feel more motivated.

♡ you have an aesthetic named after you.

♡ you have popularized a signature style.

♡ you have popularized a signature makeup style.

♡ your the face / ambassador of your favorite brand.

♡ everything your wear sells out immediately.

♡ you have a recognizable voice.

♡ people don’t get tired of seeing you.

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appearance.

♡ no bad angles.

♡ you have the ability to do any hairstyle.

♡ you are able to recreate any makeup look with ease.

♡ your nail polish doesn’t chip or crack.

♡ makeup does wipe away or smudge when you blow your nose or rub your eyes.

♡ clothes are always fit well on you despite your body type.

♡ immune to bloating / feeling puffy.

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clothing.

♡ clothes are never itchy / scratchy.

♡ clothing never wrinkles.

♡ sweaters never pill.

♡ clothes are always pre-tailored to your body / clothes fit well.

♡ no color looked bad on you / washes you out.

♡ clothes don’t shrink in wash.

♡ shoes (mainly heels) don’t hurt when walking in them.

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hygiene (?)

♡ you constantly smell like your favorite perfume.

♡ you don’t sweat.

♡ hair always looks shiny / healthy.

♡ hair never gets knotty / tangled.

♡ hair doesn’t get damages from heat / products / hair dye or bleach.

♡ you don’t accumulate plaque on your teeth.

♡ you never fell ill or get sick.

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technology.

♡ phone never dies.

♡ phone will never crack or break.

♡ your charger never bends / only works at one angle.

♡ all devices / technology use the same kind of charger & outlet.

♡ always have service.

♡ wifi is never spotty / not working.

♡ people don’t try to talk to you when you have your headphones on.

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action.

♡ you never feel out of breath.

♡ you never feel that sharp side pain that happens when you run for a while.

♡ you know names of all weapons / how to use them.

♡ you know how to heal / mend injuries.

♡ swords / gvns / shields aren’t heavy.

♡ body doesn’t get sore after fighting / working out.

♡ high pain tolerance.

♡ you don’t bruise easily.

♡ you heal quickly.

♡ you have good balance.

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thank you for reading ! i love you !!!

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[rusmii]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 with n. chuuya

includes 🦋. chuuya x fem!reader

cws 🦋. soft and gentle sex, praising, piv, established penetration, no use of condom (but you can also depict reader on the pill), holding in orgasm until told to release (edging), teasing bitch, begging, clit/nipple stimulation, tip teasing, mating press, cumming inside, FEM TERMS ARE USED!!! (pussy, cunt)

note 🦋. in celebration of my unshadowban yippie! here's a short chuuya smut drabble. i'm planning on doing more characters for subspace, so stay tuned for that ig!

taglist (free to join!) : @luvan1

chuuya caresses your cheek— dry tear stains barely visible with how dim it was in the room, but that didn't mean he couldn't see the glisten shimmering.

"it's okay," he whispers above you, giving you a reassuring smile as you scrunched your face again. "you can do it. believe in yourself, love."

shallow thrusts came from where your core was at. his other hand on your waist as he brings your body's closer together. "trust me," he murmured above you. "i'll take care of you. i'll always will." chuuya wipes a tear from the corner of your eye.

as soon as he says that, your body starts to relax itself. your pussy lessening it's tight clutch on chuuyas cock as he sang another praise for you. "good girl, good girl. just like that." his crotch practically grinding against yours as he ruts gently into you.

"you're doing so good f'me, so good," he says. feeling the sudden spasm of your cavern, he concludes your approaching orgasm. "wanna cum?" he asks you, his pace speeding up as you felt light headed.

not from pain or anything of the sort. it was more like.. absolute submission.

starting to feel the immense trust you were giving him, chuuya dips his fingers down to where your clit was. he starts by prodding the bud in between his fingers carefully— of course, he knew how delicate this part of a woman's body was. purposefully, giving it a light squeeze every now and then to change up the pattern.

you arch your back, much like a cat. "chuuya..!"

"yes, i'm here. don't worry, i'm right here." he watches as your head tilts to the side a little. your body starting to get mangled and springy as you felt your high getting closer and closer. "mhm~, you can do it," he affirms.

chuuyas fingers switch to rubbing your clit gently as he watches your body twitch from the sudden overstimulation. the pleasure was racking all over your body— you couldn't handle it anymore.

you needed to - "hold it," a voice demands from above you. the pleasure coming from your core, having stopped completely. minus the shallow sloppy thrusts chuuya was giving his tip.

"don't cum yet," another order came from him. "why?!" you didn't mean to scream, your shakey voice not delivering your question very well. "just trust me," chuuya says again, bending down to suckle on one of your breasts.

"aw, i'm sorry," he smiles fondly at your breasts. "i've been neglecting you two, haven't i?" he chuckles— bringing one hand up to your other perked nipple.

you sucked a breath in when chuuya suckles on your harden nipple while toying with the other in his hand.

as chuuya nips at your breasts, he also plants kisses everywhere along your chest area, sometimes even going up to your neck. he doesn't stop until he decides to pull away to stare at his newest piece.

"fuck - so damn gorgeous. belongs in a fucking museum filled with your beauty." he kisses a random mole he finds on your neck. one you didn't even know you had until he put a hickey on it. "dedicated to you," he murmurs, sucking on a new spot now.

chuuya pushes himself up to gaze into your eyes, "dedicated to [name]," he plants a kiss on your lips— taking his time to ease it open as he intertwines your tongues together.

pulling away, chuuya rubs your flaps with the tip of his dick. "please..." you whisper, hoping that he didn't catch it though. unfortunately for you, during this time of his day, your boyfriend was extra attentive and perceptive to your needs.

"hm? what was that?" a flick of his tip— a teasing dickwad move assholes do to trick their bitch into thinking they're gonna get pounded hard into the mattress. "put it in.." you whisper again, albeit louder.

"nuh-uh~" chuuya teases again, just sticking his tip inside your cunt. "can't hear ya' over your loud squelching, love."

"put it in!" you yell through gritted teeth, "fuck me! just - please!" you wail. water starting to pool in your eyes again from the peer pressure.

and all at once, you feel his dick plunge deep into you. your vision goes white as your back arches from your writhes— but because your body had already relaxed itself from its orgasm, you didn't feel quite as satisfied yet.

"easy, easy," he attempts to calm you. "you're doing so well f'me [name]. so good, f'me," repeating the same reassurance works like a charm every time for you because it seems as if on cue, your body starts going pliant under chuuya.

seeing how you were giving in quicker, chuuya notes that praise works best on you. "look at you - what a sight," he whistles, sweat dripping down from his face and body. "the heather to everyone who even glances at your passing body."

you whined as soon as chuuya started to thrust. long, nice, and deep. just for you— making you feel every single vien and throb of his cock as he pleasures the both of you.

the coil that had been successfully buried by chuuya earlier had begun to dig its way up. the gut-wrenching pressure rapidly building back up into your core. it wouldn't be long until you had to cum.

"shit - so fuckin' tight f'me. aren't you beautiful?" he grunts, his face scrunched as he tries to focus on only your pleasure. "trust me, love." he brings a hand to your clit while the other is on your nipple.

"to love you," his body is now halfway bent, sucking on the skin around your nipple now. his fingers toying with your clit just the way you loved it. "trust me [name]," chuuyas voice a little mumbled due to the patch of skin in his mouth.

"to take care of you." fuck - you were on the verge of it. that was probably the final push of it all before it came crashing down. his thrusts never increasing its pace, the other stimulations being overwhelming as well.

god, you were losing it. and you had every right to assume so, as in chuuyas point of view, you are his most admired masterpiece of all.

and if your messy face or delirious state of mind or hell even your complete trust in him that pushes him over the edge was gonna end this saga of slow torture, then shit. he wouldn't be mad.

but that wasn't the goal now. right now, the goal was all about you.

by now, streams of tears watered down your eyes as you couldn't get to your orgasm yet. "chuuya! chuuya! please! faster!!" you complain. like an adult throwing a temper tantrum.

chuuya finds himself musing to your complaints, already feeling himself at his limit as well. "yeah? think you're ready yet? hm?" a teasing provocation.

you nod your head, "uh-huh! yes! please!" chuuya knew that if he went ahead with it, then that would mean a hard crashing orgasm coming for you.

but if you insist; then you insist. and he was here to deliver.

"as you wish m'lady," he gave you a kiss on your nose before shifting positions— chuuya hoists your legs over his shoulders as he pulls himself up, dick barely hanging off the edge of your flaps before plunging back in.

your eyes widened, legs quarried, and back arched impossiblely like an actual cat that chuuya might have thought you broke your spine.

pressing you into a mating press, chuuya fucks into you faster than the last two sessions. your pussy spews out mini juices in delight as your voice went blank, not a single sound coming out of your lolled open mouth.

with each thrust came a praise of reassurance. "shit! - oh fuck! - fuck! - [name]!" he moans, "so - so good. pussy made all f'me; all f'me!" he slams hard into you. you swore his dick was kissing your cervix.

"yeah, that's my girl. so good f'me - i'll take care of this pretty girl and no one else," he half grunts into your ear. "only me." you claw at his back when he hits a certain spot in your body. "only i'm allowed to take care of you in this state. only me."

"who's allowed to fuck this pretty, gorgeous, beautiful, hot, cute - mess of a work of art," with each slam of his hips, he wordlessly spurs compliments on your name.

"i'll take care of you," he repeats, kissing your tears away as he sped up his pace.

he leaned back above you, a big smile on his reddened face, "are you ready now?" he asks you, and to be honest... you didn't know. such vulnerability being shared was a big leap, and if things went south what would happen next?

as questions began to settle in your head, chuuya noticed your anxiousness through the way you clenched around his dick. he quickens his pace again and watches as your thought process begins to shamble into pieces.

"don't even think about me not taking care of you," he says as if he read your mind. chuuya buries his head into your neck as you lay there, limp. "if things go well, i'll take care of you. if things go south, i'll still take care of you."

"and if you're still unhappy?" you bury your head into his neck as well, feeling more tears well up in your eyes again— your nails latched onto his back shoulders as he thrusts into you. "then fuck it - we'll keep humping each other like goddamn rabbits 'til it makes you happy."

speechless, all you could do was cry. chuuyas body tenses up as he slows his thrusts, thinking that he did something to hurt you, but when you wrapped your legs around his waist to rail him in did he get the memo to continue.

"don't stop!" you sobbed, returning a smile through a snot riddened face. you brought chuuyas head back up to face you, his face enveloped in between your palms as you both stare make eye contact.

"i trust you!" you brought him closer, "please take care of me, chuuya," said you as you pull him in for a kiss. the rough smash of your lips clashing together made you groan through the pain, but you didn't mind.

when chuuya pulls away, he thrusts in harder than ever, feeling your walls spasm uncontrollably. "i will [name]," he huffs out.

"i'll fuckin take care of you so good that no man or woman could compare to me." he brought his hand down to your clit again and started playing with it.

despite its gentle touch, there was some roughness being used due to chuuyas rapid grinding.

you gasp, finally feeling like you're losing yourself. "are you ready?" you hear chuuya ask that question again. you couldn't formulate words anymore, so you nod your head while humming extra loud.

once chuuya got his confirmation, he finally stilled. "cum f'me," he orders and as if on cue, your orgasm comes crashing down on you; hard.

you felt as if you were in heaven— the intense pressure of your abdomen finally being put to an end as your body starts flailing from your orgasm.

chuuya groans loud and clear as he rams his dick deep inside your cunt. his cum warming up your insides as it paints your walls white. the tight clamp of your pussy milking him for all he's got throughly.

a few seconds later, chuuya removes himself from you— the cold air hitting his dick as soon as he left. you whined when you felt yourself feeling empty.

you both breathe heavily, chuuya watching his cum slowly ooze itself out of your hole. he rubs your thighs when he notices that you're still shaking from your recent climax.

"hey, it's alright now, you're safe. you made it, you did such a good job for me," chuuya kisses your forehead, planting multiple short pecks all over your face to help calm you down.

when he's managed to calm you down significantly, he gets up to go grab a juice box and a few snacks from the bedside table— a few preparations he made before you two started.

"here. how ya' feeling?" he asks as he helps you sit up, holding the juice box up for you as you took a sip from the straw.

you nod your head in acknowledgmen of his question but chose to not answer it because of your light headedness.

chuuya understood from the way you looked and opened up a bag of chips for you. "replenish your energy while i run a bath for you, 'kay?"

©CHURUAI ;;; don't steal, plagiarize, or repost my works

rbs and comments appreciated <3<3

#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut

[gallusrostromegalus]

Hi, I was re-reading the AEIWAM tag and was wondering how exactly Aizen manages to kill Genkai? She seems one of the most put-together Kenpachi's and Aizen is well Aizen? Did he do it himself or were the curse nails involved?

Kenpachi Genkai has a Lieutenant named Gosuke Kiganjo.

She's fond of Gosuke. He's a quick-witted man with a delightfully jaded opinion of humanity, in contrast to young wife Kakiyo, who has such a resolute sense of Justice she can sometimes make the elderly captain almost believe in the inherent goodness of humanity again. They make a splendid couple, her willingness to do the hard work of improving lives pairs well with his pragmatism and sense of efficiency.

Genkai enjoys their company- it's a terrible thing to be Old, but worse to be Old and Lonely, so she allows them to have her over. She and Kakiyo debate the practicality of the young woman's latest scheme to improve life in the Rukongai while Gosuke cooks. Genkai is sure Yamamoto's decision to transfer Kakiyo as a seated officer in the 4th to lieutenant of the 5th Division under Captain Hirako is not just balancing Shinji's tendency to procrastinate on his work and take inadvisable shortcuts. Yamamoto plans to have her run the 5th someday, and Genkai agrees with the choice.

Oftentimes Kakiyo and Gosuke's friend Sosuke Aizen is there too. He's an agreeable young man, if somewhat forgettable. He has a good memory though, and generous- he always brings fresh produce for Gosuke to make dinner with, and always remembers Genkai's fondness for Garlic Greens.

(continued under the cut)

Gosuke missed his calling as a housewife, Genkai thinks, with no small appreciation of the work that goes into running a house. But he is a splendid cook, and she enjoys many dinners with the couple and their friends.

But she is old. She feels it in her heart- not emotionally, she's not sentimental, but she feels it in the way her heart skips and thuds and the sharp pains in her chest. "Cardiac Arrhythmia" Unohana says. Her heart is failing, falling out of sync, and someday, she'll have a massive heart attack if she's not killed in the traditional way Kenpachis are.

Unohana offers her treatment- Foxglove, deadly to eat a leaf, but diluted into Digitoxin pills, it steadies her heart a bit. She takes the pills with some reluctance- when she remembers to. The duties of a captain are many and more complex than ever, and again, she allows Gosuke to do her a favor- He remembers her medication schedule, and puts the pills next to every meal he cooks for her- almost all of them these days.

...But eventually, the inevitable happens, and three months after her diagnosis, Ninth Kenpachi Genkai dies of a massive heart attack in her sleep after dinner at Gosuke and Kakiyo's home.

When Retsu Unohana does her autopsy of Genkai, something seems amiss- the damage to Genkai's heart is much more advanced than Unohana had expected from her exam less than twelve weeks ago. She should have known- Genkai wouldn't splint broken bones half the time, preferring to rely on her body to heal, and underestimating what she was borrowing from the future.

Unohana rules her Cause Of Death as "Heart Failure", and can only assume that Genkai had not benefited from what little of the Digitoxin she managed to take.

---

A week later, Kiganjo is promoted to Captain of the 11th, and according with tradition, forgoes his given name to assume the Title and mantle of the office.

Now-Kenpachi Kiganjo is somewhat overwhelmed by his new duties, as well as wracked with grief. He cannot bear to clean out his beloved Captain's quarters. Kakiyo grieves differently- the physical work and care she can give to the former captain's belongings will ease the emotional pain, so she offers to clean out the captain's quarters for him.

She is still friends with her colleagues in the fourth, especially Unohana, and as a Lieutenant she's entitled to see the results of the Autopsy. Its puzzling, Unohana's statement that she must not have taken her medication- she watched Gos- her husband put her pills on the tray of every meal he cooked for her in the last twelve weeks. Was she just throwing them away?

It's even more confusing when the clean-out fails to turn up a single pill. She should have found some in the trash or swept under the furniture, right? Maybe it had all been taken out.

That night, she's home alone. Go- her husband is working late while he catches up on the job. She opens the pantry and glares at it- part of the reason she married him was that he was such a good cook. She never got the hang of it, that was always Kaname's chore growing up. Ugh. It's been a long and emotional day and she's got a headache-

She opens the medicine cabinet in search of the aspirin, and is confronted with the Perscription Bottle of Digitoxin. That must be where he was storing it while he cooked for Genkai. Best remove it before he gets back and is reminded- she thinks as she picks the bottle up.

It's full. In fact. It's completely unopened. ...And the pills look nothing like the ones G- Her Husband had been putting on Genkai's tray.

She stands there. Trying to make sense of it. Was this a second bottle? Prescriptions came in three-month supplies, maybe he had just finished out the first bottle when she died, and this would have been her next bottle of medication? She goes to check the date-

"Anyone home?" 5th Division third seat Aizen calls out.

"MOTHER FUCK- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Aizen- You startled me and it's- it's- Oh God, I miss her so much!" Kakiyo sobs, and Aizen appears at her side, a comforting shoulder to cry on.

He escorts her to the living room and lets her sob while he gets the kitchen in order and cooks- He used to be a confectioner before he was a Shinigami and he makes a good fried rice too. He tells her stories about the candy business and childhood chicanery he got up to with his brother back in West 43 until-

-She almost doesn't recognize the man as her husband at first. Something is wrong with his posture, stooped and sluggish, and grimacing where there should be a grin. But the tenth Kenpachi comes and embraces his wife, and- it's alright. He's still her husband, and she lets him carry her to bed.

When she wakes up late the next morning, she stumbles into the bathroom and squints at the counter- There was something in here she needed to ask her husband about- Something about? Ugh. She can't remember. She feels hungover, and whatever it was is gone now.

---

On his way back to the 5th, Sosuke Aizen stops on the bridge over the canal, looks around to make sure he is alone, and dumps the bottle of digitoxin pills into the canal. He tears off the label from the bottle, tears it up, takes a look around for witnesses again, and throws the bottle and torn label into the trash-filled canal.

Lily of the Valley is the token flower of the 5th division, a symbol of Purity and Innocence. It's also quite poisonous- all parts of the plant are toxic, and will cause cardiac problems in high enough or continuous doses. Foragers must be very careful to not mistake the leaves for wild garlic greens- they look extremely similar. Lily Of The Valley has not much flavor, so a few leaves might not be noticed in a whole bunch, especially if they're all cooked in the same dish together.

Eating a bit won't kill, but one leaf in a bunch a few times a week could prove fatal in a few short months. Especially if the person is prevented from taking Digitoxin to counteract the effects.

He nearly had a heart attack himself when he saw the bottle on the bathroom counter, but with Kakiyo so tired already, it wasn't hard to weave Suigetsu's illusions around her, cutting off her memory of the bottle, and the autopsy report.

He'll have to talk to his co-conspirator about these slip-ups. His wife is quite observant, and it would be a shame if the lovely Kakiyo had to be dealt with as well. At least, before she has been of more use to Aizen. His plan demands that he eventually control the Fifth division, and the fact she outranks him is... inconvenient.

---

About a week later, Head Librarian of the West 51 District Library Kaname Tousen receives a letter from his sister Kakiyo in the Seireitei. She writes (Or rather, she has carefully dented the Vellum with Braille, the thin calfskin holds the marks better through the mail) about the sudden decline and death of their good friend Genkai, and how profoundly the loss has effected his brother-in-law. She doesn't actually use the name "Gosuke" anywhere in the letter, only referring to him as "My husband".

Kaname is saddened as he reads, but then he worries, as she writes about how stressed she's been- strange lapses in memory, paperwork mislaid- thank goodness third seat Aizen had found and filed that report for her. How distant and humorless her husband has been- coming home late and reeking of alcohol even! She has the terrible feeling that there is something wrong, even more than her friend's sudden and saddening death. Something is terribly, terribly wrong, but she can't imagine what it is.

...Maybe it's just the grief. I keep seeing conspiracies in coincidences, jumping at shadows- but there's nothing there.

I know you've got the summer reading program, and I can't take enough time to travel out there right now- write back soon? Tell me about the summer students and the state of the town, how you and Sajin are. You have a gentleness with your words I could use right now.

All my love,

Kakiyo

#Bleach #bleach fanfiction #AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Kaname Tousen #aizen sosuke #long post under the cut #cw: fictional murder

[reiding-writing]

hi! first of all, congrats! can i request something from the colours list, blue - 3?

CRUSHED UP [CLIMACTERIC]

/krʌʃt ʌp/

Blue - 3. "Did you take your medication?”

WARNINGS: established relationship, injured reader, pills

spencer reid x gn!reader || fluff || 0.8k || event page!!

a/n: based on my own hatred for tablets that don’t have a hard coating over them 🫶

main masterlist!! ⋆｡°✩ event masterlist!!

Your groan practically echoes through the apartment, a sure fire announcement of your reluctant wake into the real world.

You’d languished in your fatigue for the last few days, spending your time bundled up underneath Spencer’s scented sheets in the hopes that breathing in his pure essence would relieve you of the absolute agony searing through your left shoulder.

It did not.

It was arguably better when he was lying in bed with you, but Spencer was an avidly early riser, meaning that you always woke up in bed alone. Granted, most of the time it meant you woke up with an in-home room service, but you didn’t care about food right now, you just wanted Spencer to hold you until the pain went away.

It was collateral damage of your job unfortunately. When you’re chasing after armed suspects, you were bound to get shot at some point, it was just basic probability. But damn did it not hurt like a bitch.

You sitting upright was like the nail in the coffin, a sharp pain tearing through the muscles of your back until you could feel it in your hips as you dragged yourself out of bed, another pained groan leaving your mouth in it’s wake.

You drag yourself all the way to the kitchen, following the sound of the coffee machine until you drape yourself over Spencer’s back and lean on him until you’re not supporting your own weight anymore.

“Good morning-” He lets out a small huff as he shifts to support the new weight, a small chuckle leaving his mouth as your forehead comes into contact with his shoulder.

“No good, just morning…” Your voice is drenched in a mix of fatigue and anguish, and Spencer has to stifle a smile so that he doesn’t look like he’s finding amusement in your pitiful state. “What are you making..?”

You don’t sound all that interested in his answer as you worm your arms underneath the t-shirt his wearing to run your hands over his torso. Your freezing cold hands that make Spencer physically jolt from the temperature difference, although he doesn’t make any move to stop you from warming yourself against him like he’s a human radiator.

“Toaster waffles?” He laughs lamely at his own answer. “I was going to make omelettes but we’ve run out of eggs,”

You give him a soft hum as an acknowledgment of his answer, your nose buried in his shoulder with your eyes closed as you try to focus on the soft pulse in his neck instead of pulsating pain in your back.

“Still hurting?” He halts his coffee making momentarily to rub his hand over the section of forearm that hasn’t disappeared under his shirt, letting the side of his head rest against yours.

“Mhm…” You nod tiredly against his neck. “It’s like someone’s taking a hammer and chisel to my shoulder blade,”

He gives a soft sigh as your answer, turning his head to press a kiss against your temple. “Have you taken your medication?”

“Not yet…” It’s your turn to sigh now, shaking your forehead against the fabric of his t-shirt. “It doesn’t do anything…”

“You need to take it angel, even if you don’t think it’s doing anything,” He eases your arms from around him so he can turn around and face you properly. “Studies suggest that 54% of adult americans stop taking their course of medication before they’re supposed to because they feel like the medication isn’t doing anything for them anymore, which isn’t true,”

He pulls you back into his arms again, careful to not bump your shoulder whilst also trying to relieve the dull ache you’re feeling by massaging soft circles against your spine. “It’s the only thing stopping you from getting an infection and needing another surgery, so please humour me okay?”

“Okay…” You agree reluctantly, pressing your lips against his neck in a series of fatigued open-mouth kisses. “Can I crush them at least? They taste horrible..”

He gives you a soft hum of approval and a nod, swaying you back and forth gently in his grasp in an attempt to wash away the sleep ravaging your body. “Of course angel, i’ll mix them into your coffee,”

“Thank you…”

“Of course baby,” He leaves a sticky kiss against the crown of your head. “I love you,”

“I love you too Spence…”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #mgg #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #climacteric 🪶

[moonstruckme]

Hi!!! Love your work :) I was curious if you would do an emt!marauders where the reader hurts her back and like can’t move well or feel like her hands or feet? And they comfort her and do everything they can to help? I had this happen last night and it sent me to the er. It was terrifying but I’m cuddled up on my couch today and could use some comfort. 🤍

Hi, thank you! I'm really sorry to hear that happened to you lovely, I hope you're doing alright now! The google search for that stuff was a bit scary

cw: back pain, numbness

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Sirius is fairly sure your tears are brought on more by fear than pain, but that doesn’t help the upset in his own chest as he leans over you, kissing them off your cheeks. 

“Just try to relax. You’ll be alright.” 

“I can’t move.” You’re weeping, begging him to understand. You have to be terrified. 

“I know,” he says softly, soothing his thumbs over your damp cheeks. “I know, darling, but the best thing you can do right now is try to ease up. The more panicked you are, the more your muscles will tense.”

You hum your understanding wobbily, and Sirius gives you a smile for your efforts. You’d woken a few minutes ago in obvious agony, gasping in pain as soon as you’d tried to roll over. It had come on seemingly overnight, and waking up with a giant, mysterious pain is already a scary thing without it paralyzing you too. Sirius gets why you’re having a hard time calming yourself down. 

“Alright, here we are.” Remus comes in with an electric heating pad, kneeling to plug it in by the bed. “It’s only your back that hurts, right?” 

“Yeah,” you say uncertainly, “but I can’t really—ah, shit—” You squeeze your eyes shut as Sirius helps Remus get the pad under you, both working as quickly as they can before setting you back against the mattress. You breathe for a few moments while Sirius murmurs apologies and kisses the shell of your ear.

“Can’t really what, dove?” Remus asks gently, taking your hand to run his thumb over your knuckles. 

Your voice is fraught with pain. “I can’t really feel my hands or feet.” 

Remus and Sirius exchange a look. 

“Where in your back did you say the pain was?” Sirius asks. 

You look like you want to shrug, but thankfully think the better of it. “I don’t know, kind of lower down? It’s hard to tell.” 

Remus hums, lips pursed as his thumb moves back and forth over your knuckles thoughtfully. “Could be a pinched nerve,” he says.

“Or something worse,” Sirius contests. “We ought to bring her in.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you insist, desperation sharp in your voice. 

Sirius frowns, but Remus is a diplomat, squeezing your fingers reassuringly and giving you a noncommittal, “We’ve got time to figure that out. Do you think you could eat, honey? I want to give you painkillers, but you should have something in your stomach first.” 

You look hesitant, weighing the cost of sitting up to eat with the benefits of pain pills. Before you can come to a decision, the sound of the front door opening reaches you. 

“Hello!” James calls, back from the gym. “I’ve brought surprises.” 

Despite the worry that’s plagued your morning, all three of you crack a smile at his cheerful voice. 

“Edible surprises?” Sirius yells back, at the same time as Remus says, “We’re in here.” 

James' footsteps grow closer. “Must be a slow morning, if you’re all still lazing around.” He grins as he enters, holding up a paper bag. “And yes, they’re edible. I stopped by—” He goes to flop down beside you on the bed, and both Sirius and Remus lunge to stop him, Sirius saying “No no no!” until James freezes, eyes going wide. 

“Okay, got it.” He holds his hands up, paper bag still in his grasp. “What’s the deal?” He looks between you, brows puckering when his eyes land on your tear-stained cheeks. “Hey, are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you manage, and he discounts you immediately, looking to the other two. 

“She’s strained her back somehow,” Remus explains. 

James’ lips purse sympathetically. “I’m sorry, angel. Does it hurt terribly?” 

“Not too bad,” you say, but once again you’re undermined, Sirius giving him a look that says otherwise. 

“Just try not to jostle her,” Sirius says, pouting as he pets your head pityingly. “We were just about to scrounge up something to eat. What’d you bring?” 

“Muffins from the corner store.” James recovers his cheer but it’s still dampened by a bit of worry. He gives the bag to Sirius to sort through. “Is she going to the doctor?” 

“She doesn’t think so,” Sirius says, claiming a blueberry muffin for himself. 

“She can’t even move,” you argue. 

“If only she had any strapping boyfriends to carry her.” He passes a banana nut muffin to Remus. “Lemon poppyseed, darling?” 

“Sure.” Your huffy tone is at odds with the slow, careful way you reach for it, wary of hurting your back by the movement. Sirius holds it towards you patiently, but all your caution is for naught when you try to grasp it and it falls right out of your useless hand. 

You look like you might cry again. Sirius’ heart lurches, but James sets his muffin aside to pick up yours. He breaks off a little piece and holds it to your mouth, laughing when you look at it hesitantly. 

“Come on, angel, people do this to be sexy all the time.” 

“It’s not sexy when one of them’s an invalid,” you complain, but open your mouth to let James feed you the bite. 

“You’re not an invalid,” Remus chides lightly. “You’re just having a bit of back pain.” 

“When it’s you, we’ll see about calling it ‘a bit.’” 

“I don’t think going to a doctor is such a bad idea,” James says, breaking off another piece of your muffin. “We can do our best for you here, but we won’t know what’s causing it for sure until you get tests done.” 

“Listen,” you say, swallowing a bite, “whether one of you carries me or I walk in there myself, it’s going to hurt. The only half comfortable place right now is this bed, and the last thing I want is for people to be touching me.” 

Remus looks down to where he’s still holding your hand, and you tighten your grip. “People other than you guys,” you amend quietly. 

He gives you a smile. You return it hesitantly. “Alright,” Remus says, “what if we wait until the afternoon and reassess?” You look quite happy with that, and Sirius rolls his eyes, grinning despite himself. He strokes a knuckle down the side of your face lovingly. “Is the heating pad helping at all, dove?” 

“I think so,” you reply hopefully. Sirius narrows his eyes at you, not quite able to tell whether you’re being truthful or merely saying whatever will get you out of having to get checked out. “Pain relievers would still be great, though.” 

“Finish your muffin first,” Remus says, but goes to get them from the medicine cabinet. 

You let James feed you another bite, murmuring a quiet, “Thanks, Jamie.” 

“No problem, lovie. My mum always said I’d do well working in a nursing home.” 

Sirius cackles. You do too, so hard it you end up gasping in pain. Your face is wet all over with kisses before James is willing to consider it made up.

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[blue-sadie]

Blood Flood

Peter Parker x Girlfriend Reader

Summary: Peter knows somethings up when you miss school so during lunch he races to your rescue

Warning: bad cramps, short

Yn/3rd person pov

I moaned out in pain curling further into my knees as a surge of pain shoot through my stomach no matter the heat that radiated from the hot water bottle or the painkillers I took nothing helped.

"Yn yn yn" I cringed out of embarrassment as I heard Peter crawl through my window, I pulled the covers tightly over my head "hey hey whats wrong" he asked his voice a bit raspy and breathless from his journey here.

"I'm fine" I grumbled and grunted as another pain surged, he quickly cooed taking a seat next to me on the bed his hands gently grabbing the edge of the blanket urging me to let go.

"Whats bothering you baby" he murmured as I finally let the blanket go so he gently pulled it away revealing my face dried tear stains ran down my cheeks and the makeup I tried doing this morning as I got ready for school smudged all over my face.

He gave me a sad smiled as he raised his hand to caress my cheek "the time of the month again" he questioned and I nodded sadly nuzzling into his hand the warmth somewhat easing my pain.

He smiled fondly dropping his bag onto the floor and removing his hand from my face and moved to the other side of the bed climbing in behind me, his body pressing up against mine and his arms wrapping around my torso.

"What about school" I whispered turning my head to look at him, he shook his head his arms grazing my skin in a calming matter "I'd rather spend time with my girl and make her feel better" he said pushing his head into my shoulder.

"Do you need anything food, water, juice, junk food" he rumbled "I can go to the convenience store down the stre-" I stopped him as I turned my head pecking his lips "I'm fine peter, I'm better with you with me" I smiled raising my hand to run through his hair, he hummed in satisfaction.

We fell into a comforting silence just enjoying eachothers company intil another surge of pain rippled through my body, a struggled cry left my lips making him sit up and cradle my body into him.

"I-is there anything I can do to help" he stumbled his voice fill of concern "painkillers" I muttered holding my stomach tightly he nodded furiously as he jumped from the bed fumbling with the things on my bedside table looking for the pill bottom.

"Baby where are they" he asked picking up the few things that fell and putting them back onto the table "bathroom" I groaned somewhat gesturing to my connecting bathroom.

He rushed to the bathroom whisper yelling out a yes as he found them "here you go baby" he murmured as he came back grabbing the half full glass of water and the pill bottle, I gulped down two and groaned out as he took the hot water bottle from my stomach.

"Don't worry I'm just going to warm this up and refill this" he said taking the now empty glass from my hands before leaving my room, I relaxed back into the bed the bad cramps subsiding as the painkillers kicked in.

"I'm back" he sung sweetly walking back over to me placing the glass on the table and placing the hot water bottle against my stomach "thank you" I whispered smiling up at him, he smiled back placing his hand onto my cheek.

"I am always here for you whenever you need me, all you need to do is ask, I love you and ill do anything for you, especially if your in pain I wish I could take it all away but I can't so I'll make up for it anyway I can"

#marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel fluff #marvel x reader fluff #the avengers x reader #avengers x reader #the avengers #avengers x reader fluff #avengers fluff #spiderman #spiderman fluff #spiderman x reader #spiderman x reader fluff #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader fluff

[wonijinjin]

in the middle of the night

synopsis: jake has a migraine and you help him as the good partner you are.

word count: 0.6k | genre: fluff, hurt/comfort | pairing: jake x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of nausea and medicine/pills

you had woken up to someone whimpering next to your form in bed; you had to have some time to process that it was in fact your beloved boyfriend jake. “jakey, what’s wrong? why are you up?” you whispered to him gently while wrapping your arms around his waist, trying to calm him down from whatever was bothering him. “i- my head-“ he said, choking on muffled sobs; even though it was dark in the room you could see the tears pricking his eyes, clearly indicating that he was hurting. “what is up with your head, hmm? can you tell me what is going on? how long have you been suffering here alone baby?” you prodded with another questions, trying to get him to talk to you a bit more so you could indentify the problem easier. “migraine.” he moaned while holding his head in his hands, burrying it under his pillow. “oh baby.” you cooed at him. it totally broke your heart to see him so worked up and knowing he was in so much pain; it wasn’t the first time when he had exprienced a headache this severe, he had even consulted with a doctor before who could only say it was due to overworking and exhaustion, which was extremely common given that he was an idol. “my sweet boy, come here.” you took him in your arms, sitting his body up, pulling yourself upright with him, against the headboard. “we should get you your medicine baby. can you take anything or are you too nauseous to take it?” you quizzed while stroking his hair lightly, his breathing still shaky. “i don’t know.” it was clear as daylight that he was not so sure if he could handle it, so you didn’t force it. “that’s alright. let’s stay like this for a moment then. i willl massage your head. show me where it hurts sweetie.” you placed your hands on the parts he motioned you to be hurting, drawing gentle circles around the area, putting some pressure on it. you continued your ministrations for a good ten minutes before he spoke up. “i can try it now i think.” he said weakly, not having the energy to move to the kitchen to fetch some of the relieving pills due to the constant pounding in his skull. “alright sweetie. let me grab it for you then. i will be back in a minute.” you kissed his forehead gently, letting him ease into the comfort of his pillows while cautiously getting up to make a run for the meds.

“i am here baby. sit up for me please.” you guided him to a sitting position, making him take the pills with a glass of cool water. “good boy.” you praised upon seeing his weak smile, sleepily looking up at you. “i got you this cool towel too, let me put it on, okay? it will help i promise.” you put the cold piece of fabric to his burning forehead, beads of sweat coating it from concentrating on the pain. you wiped the tears from his cheeks, giving them a quick kiss before tucking him in. “can i do anything else for you baby?” you asked softly, hating the thought of him being in so much agony and wishing you could help more. “i am so sorry i can’t do more baby. try to get some shut eye if you can, okay? i will be here when you wake up or if you need anything.” you kissed him as he closed his eyes, features clearly more relaxed than before, the medicine finally starting to work. “thank you for taking care of me.” he whispered into your ear before pulling away, slowly but surely drifting off to dreamland.

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[thefallennightmare]

Comfort-Noah Sebastian

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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of period, and all-around good fluff.

Summary: Reader suffers from really bad period cramps and Noah takes care of her the only way he knows how.

Authors Note: Again, to the anon who requested this, I'M SO SORRY! I completely forgot so I really hope this makes up for it.

"Angel?"

A soft voice sounded from the other side of the door, followed by a gentle knock. I peered over the piles of blankets that I cocooned myself under and called out that the door was open.

"How're you feeling?" Noah asked with a frown.

I sighed and clutched my lower stomach. "The pain is terrible and the warm compress doesn't seem to do much."

It was like this every month for five days. My period cramps were awful, the pain causing me to be stuck in bed for days. Sometimes it would be so bad that I'd be hunched over the toilet, throwing up. It wasn't anything I enjoyed, so I always made sure that I stayed home away from Noah during those five days once a month. However, since we moved in together last month, this was the second time he'd been able to witness firsthand the pain I went through. And just like last month, he was there for whatever I needed.

"I ran you a warm bubble bath if you think you can make it to the bathroom," he nodded towards the bathroom across the hall.

I sat up slowly. "You didn't have to do that."

Noah shrugged before pulling off the mounds of blankets and taking the now cold compress that I was using to soothe my cramps.

"Soak as long as you need and I'll make you something to eat. What do you want?"

Ignoring the shooting pain that spread across my abdomen, I left a kiss on his lips in a way of saying thanks for running me a bath.

"Honestly, surprise me. Anything sweet."

With a gentle pat to my ass, Noah led me to the bathroom where he parted ways with me to trot back downstairs while I spent the next twenty minutes in the tub letting the warm water and bubbles ease some of the pain away.

Once dressed in a pair of Noah's sweats and oversized shirts, I slowly made my way downstairs to the kitchen where I saw Noah leaning over the sink, mixing something in a bowl. He had yet to get dressed for the day, baring all of his tattoos on his stomach, chest, and arms for all, or just me, to see. His long hair was a disheveled mess, but he still looked absolutely breathtaking. If I wasn't on my period, I'd probably make him take me on the counter.

He peered over his shoulder as he heard me walk in, a bright smile on his face. "Did the bath help?"

I nodded while sitting at our kitchen table. "It did, actually. Thank you again."

"Anytime, angel. French toast is almost finished. There's a glass of orange juice and some meds to help with the pain," Noah nodded to the glass and two pills that lay on the table in front of me.

My heart warmed with yet another small but kindest action from him today. After drowning the meds down with half of the orange juice, Noah brought me a plate of steaming hot French toast which I could only eat about half before the cramps made me hiss out in pain.

"Still bad?" he wondered, pushing his empty plate away.

"Yeah, I feel terrible. We had plans to go to the fair with Jesse, but I don't think I can handle walking for hours," I sighed.

Suddenly, Noah's arms pulled me from the chair, and carried me bridal style through the kitchen into the living room where the couch was set up with an array of blankets and pillows, the title screen to my favorite movie on the television.

"What's this?" I asked with a hint of a smile.

As he placed me on the couch and covered me with blankets, he sunk deep next to me, and I wrapped an arm and leg around him. The comfort of the large couch was exactly what I needed in order to deal with this pain.

"This," he pointed to the television. "Is our plans for the rest of the day. If you feel up for it, we can go to the fair tomorrow."

I stared up at him with so much adoration in my eyes that my heart swelled up in two sizes. Everything he had done since the moment I woke up this morning made every single cell in my body vibrate with love; something I'd never thought I'd get from a partner. I was sure if I told someone I was with that I was on my period, the flow heavy and cramps so bad that I could barely move sometimes breath, they would ditch me for the week and come back when I wasn't a mess.

But not Noah. He even changed the sheets this morning when I woke up to the blood staining my pants and the bed. Not once did he turn away in disgust or avoid me? He was what I thought every partner should be for their significant other.

Turning his chin towards me, I placed a firm but quick kiss on his lips, one he had no issue returning.

"I love you," I smiled into the kiss.

Noah brushed his nose over mine. "Anything for you, angel."

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