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bianquitasworld · 4 months

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maybe a Dave Lizewski x reader period comfort? Ite that time of the month and as always it’s never fun 😔

Rest and Relaxation

Dave Lizewski x Reader

Warnings: None to my knowledge, aside from talks of menstruation.

A/N: I’m on my period right now and I’m literally fighting for my life. 💔

Dave couldn't help but notice the silence in the atmosphere as soon as he entered the apartment he shared with his girlfriend.

Usually, she would be waiting for him on the couch, binge-watching a random show like New Girl or Girlfriends. However, as he walked further into the apartment and looked toward the couch, a pout fell upon his face at her absence.

Dave searched the apartment until he entered your shared bedroom. His eyes fell upon a lump of fluffy pillows on top of your shared bed. A small smile formed upon his face and he let out a breathy laugh.

“H-hey!” His voice is cheery as he walks to flop on top of the large mattress. He reaches a hand out to pull the blanket open enough so he can see you, as soon as his eyes meet yours a small sense of worry washes over him.

You look tired and your forehead creases as if you were in pain and he can’t help but reach out and caress the side of your head lovingly.

“W-what’s wrong love bug?” Dave’s voice is soft and caring. You can hear the genuine concern in his voice which makes brightens your mood slightly.

“Cramps.” You mutter groggily and push the blankets off your face. “They hurt more than usual.” A small frown falls upon your face as you look into your boyfriend’s beautiful alluring eyes. His soft eyes and the sympathetic smile he’s giving you make you want to cry. Your emotions are everywhere and the pain in unbearable.

His brows furrowed as he looked at you. “Oh! Do you need anything? Do you need pads? Tampons? Diva cup? Chocolates? Midol? Heating pad? Water?! You have to stay hydrated ya know’?”

Dave’s rambling catches you off guard. His concern is so sweet and the way he’s talking and wanting to do anything to make your feel better.

“No, no.” You shake your head quickly. “I-I’m fine, I’m good..Actually-I think I ran out of pads..”

Dave stands from the bed hastily and grabs his wallet and keys. His glasses fall on the bridge of his nose and he nods and stumbles over slightly.

“I got it! I can like so do that! Right, right.” He nods and speaks loud enough for you to hear. He looks like a man on a mission as he quickly exits the room.

Dave returns after a second with an awkward look on his face, he walks over to you and gives you a quick kiss. “Sorry! I forgot, okay! I love you! I’ll be right back!”

You return the kiss happily. “I love you too!”

After about 30 minutes you can’t help but let concern consume your mind, Dave had been gone for so long and the store wasn’t that far from your shared apartment.

Meanwhile Dave was nervously pacing around the store trying to decide which size pad to get, he forgot to ask and he was far too embarrassed to call you and ask.

His cart is already filled with several of your favorite chocolates, your favorite savory snacks, ingredients to make your favorite comfort foods, teas, apple juices, Miodl, and a new stuffed animal to add to your collection.

He knew his budget was tight, his next pay check wasn’t coming till later in the afternoon. He had to think..maybe he could put back the snacks he had gotten for himself, so he shrugged it off and did! He got you five different sizes and overnight pads and shoved them all into the cart.

He let out a small huff and double-checked everything in the cart and nodded to himself, giving himself a mental pat on the back-a small proud smile on his face.

Dave hesitated for a second, he was trying to decide whether he should go check out through the self checkout or the register. He ultimately decided to choose the register seeing as there was barely any lines and it was faster.

Dave knew you got worried when he was out too long, he started piling everything on to the conveyer belt and look up at the cashier who’s eyes widened at the sight of all the pads and goodies.

Dave only offered an awkward smile and payed once everything was scanned. He bagged it up and quickly headed off to the house, jogging slightly. Dave’s face was filled with a bright smile at the thought of seeing your face and the excitement on it! He could already imagine how happy you’d be!

As he arrived home and carried the bags inside he became alarmed when he heard sobs from the bedroom, he quickly walked over to see you cuddled up with your pet cat, Marylin- a small cat with splotches of white, black, and ginger fur.

Dave looked towards you with concern and then pause when he looked up at the TV and realized you were watching Shameless. He turned back towards you and paused, Oh Brother! He thought to himself.

“Hey-Hey, bug w-what’s wrong?” Dave treated lightly, knowing he had to watch what he says or else he’d probably make it worse.

Dave watches as you sniffle and wipe your eyes. “Fiona raised them to the best of her ability-she was just a kid a-and Monica just thinks she can come in and take that from her. It’s just so sad-“

Dave nods and watches as your cat nuzzles against you. He carefully sits down on the bed and caress the side of your face and kisses your cheek. “Yeah-yeah it is upsetting bug-But it’s okay, alright? I got you something it might make you feel better? Wanna see it?”

Dave pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiles softly. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a medium sized duck stuffy with snorkeling gear on. Dave’s smile widens as he watches your lips curve up into a small smile.

“Davie..You got this for me? Thank you! I love it he’s so cute! Thank you!” You can’t help but pull him in for a kiss and smile at him with nothing but love behind your eyes. You could’ve sworn your pupils were probably the size of buttons right now.

“Oh! I got you your favorite apple juice.”

Dave shrugs like it wasn’t a big deal and smiles up at you.

“Ya know t-the one in the glass bottle?-Oh! Also got you chocolates and chips and some tea, heard that helps with cramps-“

He pulls out a bottle of Midol and shakes it. “More meds for cramps!”

The shaking of the bottle catches Marylin’s attention, she jumps forward trying to pounce on Dave’s hand and completely misses landing on the plushy pink carpet of your bedroom floor. She meows dramatically and exits the room in a stealthy manner.

You let out a small snort, what a drama queen she is. You turn your attention back to Dave and smile at him. He’s the best boyfriend ever and you can’t even fathom how you managed to snatch him up.

“Oh! I-I um I got you pads..I didn’t know what size you were so I got-I got them all-all the sizes..” A blush coats his cheeks. He look up at you embarrassed, his eyes widen as he watches your own eyes water and notices tears streaming down your cheeks, he panicked.

“What’s wrong?! Did I get the wrong sizes? The wrong snacks?! I can go back to the store right now!” He moves to get up but is stopped when you quickly grab his arm and pull him back into the bed with you.

“No nothings wrong! You’re just s-so sweet! You’re so sweet Dave! This is like the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Your voice cracks and he let out a breath of relief and nods.

“Thank you, this so so sweet..really this is amazing!”

“You don’t have to thank me-i’m just doing what any boyfriend would.” Dave shrugs and pulls you in for a kiss.

You pull away with a dorky smile on your face.

“Also I bought some stuff to make some pasta-“

“If you don’t stop i’m going to cry again-oh my god.” You fan your face with your hands to try and calm down. He’s literally the sweetest man on earth and he’s your boyfriend!

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luveline · 7 months

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Hi Jade! So definitely feel free to ignore this if you aren't interested I totally get it! But if you want I was thinking of the zombie Steve au and how my biggest fear would be to ask him for help finding period supplies while in the road. I know you said in your faq you don't write this, but I was thinking really it wouldn't be about any physical things reader is experiencing but more like embarrassment asking Steve and he's like "its no big deal!" Anyway, like I said if this is a hard no pls ignore! 💙

hi, hope this is ok ♡ steve zombie!au

cw reader menstruates + eats meat

Your back always aches. Your stomach always hurts. Symptoms of your period are stealthy under the general misery of life on the road, but you do eventually clock on. This persistent back ache is pervasive today, working its way around your stomach. It feels like a sharp stab of heat, and it's nothing compared to the pain you'll feel when it actually starts.

Steve turns his rabbit over the fire slowly, unaware of your internal struggle. "I still can't believe it," he says.

Not only did your snares work for the first time ever, you caught two. It's the first time in weeks you've eaten something that wasn't canned, your fingers still warm from your own. The fire is small to avoid attention, one rabbit smoked at a time.

Steve let you have yours first. He's chivalrous when he wants to be.

"Maybe we're getting good at this," you say, turning your water bottle into your hand. The smallest splash you can manage wets your palms. You rub them together and dry them haphazard on an already dirty shirt from your backpack.

"Yeah… maybe not," he says, shaking his rabbit skewer as it starts to smoke. "Shit. You made it look easy."

"It is easy, Steve. Do you want me to do it?"

He offers you the skewer, a sharpened, scorched stick you made in an attempt to be clean. You shuffle across the grass on your knees to take it, happy and sad at once when he touches your waist. You eat up any affection he's willing to give you (not much), but you feel disgusting today, worse now you know you're going to come on.

You bite your top lip as you tend to his food. How do you tell him? You're going to have to, because right now you're in a vaguely safe area, and now you'll have to backtrack to the last place you went. You should've been looking for sanitary napkins or tampons or something anyways, just in case, even if you hadn't had your period for ages.

"Steve, I… I think I've done something stupid."

He scrapes his hair from his face. "That's unusual."

"No, I– I really have."

Steve drops his hands into his lap, frowning, always frowning. "Lay it on me."

You shift uncomfortably, focused on the heat of the flames not quite licking at Steve's skinned rabbit. How to phrase it? What would you have said before the end of the world. "I think it's going to be my time of month, soon. And… and I should've thought about it before, when we were near the mall still, or that house, but I didn't. I'm gonna need– you know. Things."

Steve surprises you, shuffling closer, rather than away. Not that you were expecting him to treat you like a leper, but it's not a fun thing to tell someone. His hand again touches your side, fingertips brushing the tight wrap of your raincoat. "Are you in pain?" he asks.

"A little," you answer, voice thick, talking before you've thought about what you're really saying, "I've had it way worse. I don't know why it stopped for so long."

"You were probably too stressed," he says, his hand moving only an inch or two to cover your back. "Here, give me that."

"Sorry, I know it's gross."

"Are you kidding?" he asks, having taken the rabbit from your hands and laid it to rest on a clean stretch of hot stone. "It's not a big deal. Like, it is if you're hurting, but it's fine."

"We'll have to go back," you lament. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you so stressed about this?" Steve looks genuinely worried, his fingertips coasting a short path between your shoulder blades. Gentle, he starts to rub your back, goosebumps erupting along your skin at such a foreign sensation. "I took the same health classes as you did, I know you can't help it. Is this why you've been so slow today?" He doesn't wait for a response, only grins at his insulting, "I still have a square of Hershey's in my bag, did you want that?"

"Tastes like chalk," you say. You'd love some chocolate right now, but you'd love it more if he stayed here rubbing your back forever.

"You're not the only thing ageing badly."

"Lowlife."

"Wimp."

"Dick," you mutter, closing your eyes as his hand skirts to the small of your back.

"Is this helping?" he asks, matching your low volume. "We should go back anyway. Hole up in one of the houses by the elementary we passed."

"I can walk. I'll be okay. I just need something to stay clean."

"Okay. I'll get you what you need, don't worry. Don't worry." He hugs you very briefly, a quick squeeze against his side. "I'll make it suck as little as possible."

You look up at him with evident relief. "Thanks, Steve."

"We're in this together. Right?"

"Right." You smile. Steve smiles back. You've caught him in a good mood tonight for sure because of your successful snares, but you're wondering if he would've been this good to you no matter what. Steve is a good guy when he isn't asking you if you just got off the imbecile train.

"Will you finish that for me?" he asks, pointing at his rabbit.

"Oh, yeah. Of course."

When it's cooked, he insists you eat a little more of his. "You're gonna need the extra, yeah?" he asks, forcing strips of cooked meat into your hand. "Especially if we're walking back tomorrow."

Steve hands you his last clean wash cloth before setting up for sleep. He might be understanding, but he doesn't seem to know what to say. You take it gratefully, and the brief squeeze he gives your shoulder even more so.

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tadpolesonalgae · 2 months

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Moon Cycle

Dark!Rhysand x reader

a/n: this goes along with desk pet and play-mate 🧡💛

warnings: menstruation, mentions of non-con, references to play-mate, fluff (kind of?), hurt/comfort?

word count: 2,501

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You wake to waves of heat rolling off your skin in wet waves, feeling damp and hyper-sensitive to temperature.

A single shift of your body, and you can feel the slickness between your thighs, far too spread out to be the results of his occasional midnight trips. You swallow thickly, heart thumping heavily as the first aches blossom through the right side of your abdomen, legs bending at the knees in attempts to relieve tension, but to little relief.

Gritting your teeth, trying to calm your pulse, you push back the blanket, keeping it as far from your legs as possible, hoping to keep the carnage to a minimum. Even in the dark the bloody patches are clear to see, eyes already well-adjusted to pick out the dry stains on the previously fluffy fur. Fear dilutes your scent, and as quietly as possible you attempt to roll from the floor bed, pulling the already-bloody blanket close should more begin to drip down your thighs.

Thankfully the blood hasn’t yet passed your knees, but now you’re upright you can feel things shifting, a wave of heat and nausea suctioning the strength from your muscles. On wobbly feet you tiptoe from the bed chambers, praying to the Mother you don’t wake him, fearing for your life as prey does near its hunter—a beast raised to kill.

You manage to make it to the large washroom, immediately dropping the blanket in favour of the roll beside the latrine, hastily tearing a sizeable few sheets away to fold up and place between your legs, temporarily buying you time to clean the murder scene on your inner thighs. Easing in a breath, you pull off the shorts, heading over to the basin, never having been more grateful for the instant water, turning on the cold tap as you attempt to rub the stains free.

Minutes later and you’re still scrubbing, aware of the blanket at your back that’s still caked in blood, so you push it into the empty bath, running cold water as silently as possible in the hopes of beginning to loosen the grip of the blood while you deal with the shorts. After a while you realise it’s the best it’s going to get, ringing the now off-white cotton over the side of the basin, refocusing to your thighs.

Fatigue weighs heavily on your body, eyes wishing to close but adrenaline keeps you awake and alert, moving through the familiar motions of removing more of the latrine roll and dampening it under cold water, dabbing at the dried stains, dislodging the grip it has on your skin. Aches become more prominent, a fresh wave of heat sweeping through you and you want to cry—but there’s no time for that. Instead you continue working on rubbing your skin clean, easing away the dark redness that’s blotchy and stubborn to move.

At last you’re free, and you turn to the blanket, having been left to soak for a while. You try layering roll over the stains in attempt to absorb the colour, but it seems firmly lodged in, and you don’t want to rub it which will result in pushing the stains deeper, only spreading them. You glance around the bathroom, finding twisted gratitude for Rhys’ luxurious taste. It’s not perfect, but it’s worth a try.

You reach for the powdered bath salts, drying your hands before tapping out some of the fine dust over the afflicted area, hoping it will do the trick. Your pulse kicks up, and you find yourself searching for something to do instead of anxiously waiting. You’ll have to find something to put on your lower half, but he rarely lets you know where clothing is kept—it’s rare enough you’re even allowed night robes since he sees no point in hiding your body.

Panic thrums beneath your skin, and you briefly consider a trip down to the kitchen where there must be vinegar, and if you’re lucky, something else acidic, like a lemon or two. But then you would risk waking him, and the thought of him finding out the mess you’ve made is—

“I knew you’d pretty in blood,” a sultry voice drawls from the doorway.

You spin around weakly, hands dropping between your thighs so he won’t be able to see the roll you’ve neatly folded up. His violet eyes flick about the bathroom with analytical care, cataloguing the displacement of various items. A fresh ache blooms in your thighs, and you find your back hunching, having to support yourself on the basin, fear making you sick.

His attention settles on you, and you feel like hot coals are being pressed to your bare flesh, trembling beneath his cold gaze. Soft, sensual lips part, about to speak, and the terror slices deeper, making you stumble, loosing your grip on the marble. The world spins, and you brace for the racket of pain that will undoubtedly burst through your spine and skull, yet the impact never comes.

He hisses, powerful arms wrapped around your body, holding you securely flush to his chest. Your muscles lock at the proximity, able to feel his gaze boring into your cheek, but your eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted as bubbles of pressure push up from your abdomen, glistening along your hip. Rhys stiffens, hearing the shallow breaths, aware of how little you’re resisting his touch, how greatly you’re struggling to even stand on your own.

You flutter in and out, lower stomach throbbing and it’s all you can do to keep your feet on the floor, unable to fully support yourself, remaining in his intrusive hold.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks lowly, grip tight on your shoulder, able to scent your fear. Enjoying it a little more than usual.

“I didn’t know it was happening tonight or I would have prepared better,” you mumble snappily, legs trembling as you force yourself to stand, one palm settling over the pain, the other braced against the basin. Rhys chuckles lowly, pressing himself flush against your bare back, arms wrapping snuggly around your waist, fingers grazing the soft skin of your stomach. “Where do you think you’re going?” He muses, tracing feather-light patterns over your abdomen.

“I need…I need to clean the pallet,” you mutter, unable to raise your attention from the floor, palm still attempting to soothing the cramping.

Rhys hums nonchalantly, but you could hear the wicked grin on his lover’s mouth from the next room over, discomfort zipping across your skin, squirming beneath his touch, only a thin layer of cotton between you—likely the thinnest he could have made. “But you’ve woken me up now,” he reminds, hot lips brushing the shell of your ear, and you shiver with disgust.

You’re prepared to plead for disuse for the rest of the night, but he’s raising you into his arms, easily sweeping you off your feet and you struggle weakly. “Rhys, I can’t,” you whisper sharply, hands locked over the broad width of his shoulders, bare and hot beneath your fingertips. “You can’t— You’ll tear me apart,” you plead quietly, stiffening when violet flicks to you.

He carries you over to his bed, setting you down, pallet having vanished and he pulls away. “I don’t think I will,” he replies, smiling faintly in the now candle-lit room, and you’re thankful he hasn’t turned to the faelights. “You’re far too valuable to be wrecked in a single night,” he drawls, bringing your knuckles to his cruelly soft mouth. You hiss at him weakly, hardly able to pull away—as if that’s something you’re normally capable of.

But then he’s turning away, humming a deep, rich tune from his chest, turning to a chest of drawers and pulling something out: a new pair of shorts. Skimpier than the last, but you can’t be picky here. What it takes you a moment to notice is the linen lining the crotch, thick padding that will be suitable for your first night. His sensual lips stretch in a feline grin, “you didn’t think I was going to fuck you while you were bleeding did you, little lamb?”

Humiliation flushes your body, shame sitting thick at the back of your throat and you duck your head, unable to fight on two fronts with your body trying to tear you apart. He laughs lowly, dropping the shorts onto your stomach, watching as you try to wriggle into them with as much dignity as possible. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’d done something so immoral,” you manage to reply, though your voice lacks its usual venom, tender from embarrassment. He hums, the sound settling low in your stomach as he walks to the other side of the bed.

While his back is turned, you reach down to remove the latrine roll sheets you’d folded up. But they vanish from your fingers.

“And I can assure you it won’t be the last,” he muses silkily, settling close to your side, moving with that lethal silence again, cat-soft paws carrying him like a ghost. You flinch from his proximity, huddling deeper into your clothes in attempts to hide from his overwhelming presence. “I wasn’t doubting you,” you whisper hoarsely, causing his smile to widen by a fraction, eyes gleaming with hunger and you quickly look away, disinclined to tempt the beast before you.

“Finally starting to get a hang of it,” he murmurs, settling on his back, pulling the covers up over the two of you, and you initially stiffen from the touch of his sheets, imbued with his scent. So crisp and clean.

You turn on your side, anxious to be as far from him as possible, confused by the curve-ball he’s thrown tonight. A few moments later the candles extinguish, and you flinch as he rolls to his side, arms wrapping around your waist almost delicately, dragging you back to be tucked into his body. You don’t dare ask what he’s doing, fear already present in your bloodstream before he’s nosing at your throat.

Shock zaps through you when he drags the tip of his tongue across the skin, teeth nipping softly soon after, and you shudder. Despite him suggesting he wouldn’t touch you tonight, a deep sense of unease crawls below your flesh, wriggling and squirming like worms in mud. You flinch when his palm flattens over your stomach, the tremors becoming more pronounced, knowing the intensity of pain he could inflict at any second. Yet heat warms your abdomen, sinking into you with soothing grace, instantly easing the pressure contained beneath your skin.

“I can’t have my favourite thing suffering, now can I?” He muses quietly beside your ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. “What sort of High Lord would that make me if I didn’t take care of my subjects? Is there anything else you want?” You tremble in his arms, confused and afraid, unsure whether you can take him at face value tonight—he hadn’t seemed angry despite the blood staining the no-doubt expensive bedding. Maybe he just doesn’t care.

“What are you playing at?” You breathe weakly, aches slightly soothed from the heat of the water bottle, thighs pressing together, curling closer to your stomach, his palm keeping the heat pressed against your skin. “I’m capable of not playing with you, lamb,” he says, lips curving into a smirk as they brush the side of your throat, making your toes curl. “As much as I’m against it.”

“You’re disgusting,” you hiss, pathetically trying to wriggle from his hold, making him hum approvingly. “We both know you love it,” he croons, kissing up your neck. “Love being my perfect little toy.” Mortification burns across your skin, wild heat fluttering through your flesh at the reminder of the crude things he’d manipulated you into saying. “That was under duress,” you whisper, flushing intensely, “it means nothing.”

“It means nothing?” He hums, able to hear the mirth in his voice, free hand gliding up your sternum to brush his fingers over your collar bones. “Then why are you so embarrassed?”

“You’re being crass,” you hiss, shaky hands trying to push his away from your abdomen—you can hold the water bottle by yourself. “Am I?” He grins, and you flinch when his fingers interleaf with your own, trapped in his grip even as you try to pull away. “I could be much worse, if it would help distract you.”

“Stop it,” you say, wriggling uncomfortably. “I want you to leave me alone.”

“That’s cruel,” he remarks casually, teeth grazing sensitive skin. “I was hoping you’d ask for something nicer. No warm milk? Heated blanket?” You seethe, shifting enough to shoot him with a heated glare. “That’s vile.”

He pauses, blinking once as your eyes lock, before his features fill with barely suppressed laughter. Disgust squirms beneath your flesh at his lightheartedness. “You’re a fucking psycho,” you mutter, making to turn your back on him again, but his hand skates higher, forearm pressing between your breasts as he grips your jaw, forcing your to face him, fingers biting into your cheeks. “You’re the one whose mind was in the gutter. I was offering genuine help,” he drawls atop your mouth, able to feel as you suck in a sharp inhale at his sudden proximity. Embarrassment flushes your skin as you realise your mistake, eyes widening marginally.

“Of course,” he murmurs, sensuous lips curving in a suggestive tilt. “If you’d like that…” Violet seems to gleam with wicked delight at the shock on your features, quick to scrunch with forced disgust. “You’re an unloveable monster, Rhys.”

“I know,” he whispers, before pressing his mouth to your own, hot and wet. His admission is washed away as his tongue dips in, velvet soft as it strokes against your own.

You hiss as arousal blossoms unfairly in your abdomen, clashing with the glistening aches that are plucking across your thighs and stomach, pulling away from him forcefully, breathing heavily as you curl tighter, desperate to alleviate the pain.

“You know,” he murmurs close to your ear, “we could try something else.” You stiffen as his fingers tease the band of your shorts, lightly snapping it against your hip, careful to avoid the source of your pain. A strangled whimper breaks from your lungs, squeezing your eyes shut, hands clutching his crisp and clean sheets tight, preparing for him to inflict his cruelty.

Yet to your surprise he’s quiet, skin prickling as his attention brushes over your cheek. Then he hums softly, hand drawing away as he settles at your back, the bare heat of his chest warming you, body draped over your own, pulling you closer so you’re tucked against the powerful lines of him. Allowing you time to rest.

You remain tense, conditioned to expect violation, but his hands remain still, the only movement being his thumbs, oscillating in slow, smooth motions.

“Relax,” he murmurs, nosing at the crown of your head. “Rest for tonight.”

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dairy-farmer · 4 months

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Jason wanting to be a dad before he finishes high school so he hunts fit the most fertile pussy he can and finds it in the pudge middle school kid who lives next door.

Soft tits and tummy, chubby cheeks, wid whips and thick ass, and the kid looks like he’s seen a celebrity when Jason starts talking to him. Perfect, easy to convince.

Maybe also depraved Bruce and dick too who’re completely fine with Jason bringing the kid over and fucking him constantly I front of them? Not that they’re necessarily into it, but the boundaries between them all and fucked, they don’t bat an eye while Jason barebacks Timmy’s pussy during family movie night, or eats him out while he’s eating his chicken nuggets, etc. Tim’s free for Jason to use whenever wherever he wants, they fuck constantly.

Tim does wind up pregnant after a couple months, and that’s about all I can think of rn

jason selecting tim as the mother of his child in the same way as his ancestors did generations ago- by choosing the plumpest little wife who would make lots of little todds that would survive the winter 😍😍😍😍😍

tim is easy and eager because he's just so amazed by the fact that jason is even talking to him so getting him to start coming over to jason's house is easy and then from there spreading tim's soft legs is a cakewalk. tim is soft and pretty and he smells like marshmallow and vanilla. his mouth is soft and his cunt is even softer, tim doesn't even care that jason came almost instantly the moment he was inside him. tim doesn't try pulling bullshit coy games like the girls at gotham academy. all the girls jason's age all tried some 'reverse psychology' bullshit where they'd treat him like shit or act like they didn't know him in front of their friends and jason wasn't about to put his baby is someone like that so he'd looked elsewhere.

older women had the tendency to see jason and try to use him as a tool to get to dick or bruce and girls his own age were clearly a bust so jason had no choice but to go younger. its not hard to figure out who in the grades below him have started their periods. the middle schools in gotham still adhere to like freak-levels of archaic and finding the record of girl's who have started menstruating based on which ones have gone to the nurse to ask for pads is easy. from there jason has his pick of the litter only that...a lot of them suck.

it's by chance that he finds tim. even though tim was their neighbor he didn't attend gotham schools, he went to boarding school out of state and had only recently returned since the semester finished early. tim was smart, he was well read (jason had snooped on his grades). he was artistic based on the small photography awards he'd won, he was well behaved given he'd never served a day of detention, not even for being tardy. he was an only child and his parents were out of the country most of the time. he'd gotten his period a year ago based on jason checking tim's credit card statement and he. was. perfect.

jason hardly needs to come up with an excuse to visit tim next door. he just knocks on the door and tim nearly trips over himself to invite him in.

it's the meeting that solidifies jason's resolve. tim is sweet as pie, he offers jason a variety of snacks and chips from what is clearly his own personal stash. there are toys in tim's room and jason recalls the notes from the school counselor on tim and how he was still clinging to 'vestiges' of childhood to cope with his social isolation because little timmy had a hard time making friends. which was good for jason because that meant his offer of 'friendship' was latched onto with the steady desperation of a sweet little thing that would do anything to keep jason.

jason had to admit it gave him a bit of a big head. the way tim stared at him with such starry eyes and reverence like he couldn't believe jason was talking to him.

tim is perfectly built for pregnancy, he's soft and plush with little tits that will perfectly fatten up with milk. it's fun fucking him. his cunt is as pudgy as the rest of him and so pink and sweet it makes jason want to bury himself in it and die. jason likes how hard he can fuck tim, how warm and soft he is. he likes that tim gasps while jason fucks him, making it easy to slip his tongue into his mouth so jason can make out with him while hammering his cock against his cervix.

when tim gets pregnant a few months after jason has started regularly fucking him jason is the happiest he's ever been. he knows that bruce won't be upset with him because bruce is pretty lax on most non-robin related things. besides bruce liked tim, he thought he was cute and that jason was very lucky to have him (though jason thought that was said with a bit of bitterness given that selina had been ignoring him lately and the most action he was getting was listening to his son fuck on the couch while a movie played).

tim being the mommy to jason's baby before he's even entered highschool <333

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #jaytim

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wooahaes · 1 year

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yours and his

pairing: non-idol!s coups x gn!reader [reader has a uterus]

genre: comfort fic. ouchie.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: menstruation tw!!! reader has v painful cramps that result in some sobbing. mentions of pain killers being used + food mentions. there's absolutely no proofreading on this.

daisy's notes: tumblr forcing me to use the stupid editor for this one :)) tumblr i hate u :)))

Seungcheol worked later than you did. The good part of this was the fact he was guaranteed to give you a goodbye kiss in the mornings. The bad part...

Well. It came in not being able to come home to you fast enough.

Seungcheol knew you well. He knew that, despite the birth control, your periods still could be hell on earth to deal with. He also knew that you, despite tucking the pain-killers into your bag before leaving that morning, always held off on taking them until you needed to. When the pain was getting closer to being at its worst, that's when you'd take them. It had sparked a few disagreements between the two of you (Seungcheol firmly hated seeing you in pain and while he trusted you knew your body, it made him uncomfortable when it looked like you were purposefully enduring pain you didn't need to), but overall Seungcheol let the issue lie because he couldn't understand your pain. All he could do was be there for you and get the things you asked for.

Which was why he already knew what had happened when he came home from work around seven to find the apartment eerily quiet... save for the sound of you painful sobs coming from the bathroom. He found your bag, pulled out the bottle of painkillers (he kicked himself for never getting a new bottle to keep in the bathroom--the two of you had run out over a month ago, so the only bottle you had in the apartment was the one you took with you), and found you there.

"It's okay," he said quietly, kneeling down beside you. "Do you want me to get water--"

You didn't hesitate to pull the bottle from his grasp, hands shaking as you poured a few into your hands. Seungcheol carefully steadied them, pushing the excess back into the bottle before he watched you dry-swallow them. He reached for the cup on the side of the sink, filling it with water quickly before pushing it to you. He watched as you slowly drank the entire thing, and all he could do then was settle in beside you and let you seek comfort as the two of you waited for the medicine to eventually kick in.

He wrapped an arm around you, pressing his lips against your temple. "It's okay," he said in a low voice. "I'm here. I'll wait with you."

And so he did: his warm embrace enveloping you until your sobs quieted down and you finally found the strength to move again. Despite your protest that you could walk fine now, that it didn't hurt as bad anymore, Seungcheol would walk with you every step of the way until you were back to bed. Once he filled your hot water bottle, he got to work doing what a boyfriend should. Ordering your favorite takeout, and leaving you with a kiss and a promise to be back once he picked it up and stopped by the store.

Period supplies. Pain medicine so there'd be a spare bottle at home. And your favorite snacks and drinks, just to comfort you further.

"Cheollie..." You'd reached toward him once he came back in through the door, stil pouting at the fact he'd left you. "C'mere."

He did, already reaching out to cup your face. Seungcheol could be tough, a little hard around the edges when he needed to be, but the man always seemed to melt when he saw you. Someone had told you once they were intimidated by him, and you'd nearly laughed. The look of a man so deeply in love was all you knew, and his fingers were careful as they grazed your cheek. He gazed at you for a moment longer, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "Do you feel better?"

"I do," you curled your fingers around his hand, "now that you're here."

He giggled softly, leaning in to steal another kiss from you (you always suspected his way to distract you from hell week was through plenty of kisses and cuddling). "You're saying that because I always get your favorite snacks."

"And because I love you," you laughed softly, "my Cheollie."

Your Cheollie... He smiled, already opening up the grocery store bag and running through everything he got you. But that smile never left him, so lovingly content with being yours.

And the loving look you gave him, lighting up with joy when he managed to get the often sold-out snack you loved most? Well... just as much as his lovesick looks belonged to you and only you, Seungcheol would consider that his.

taglist: @twancingyunhao @synthetickitsune @wonuziex

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen imagines #seventeen imagine #s coups x you #s coups x reader #seungcheol x you #seungcheol x reader

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moriartyluver · 8 months

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can we have some mtp boys (separate) on how they’d treat a fem! Reader who is on her period. You don’t need to make it historically accurate & if you’d prefer, you can make it modern au. Thank you!!!

A/N: I did this in a modern AU as suggested because I have no idea how people would have dealt with periods in the 19th century

Characters: William James Moriarty x fem! Reader , Albert James Moriarty x fem! Reader ,Louis James Moriarty x fem! Reader (separate)

Format: headcannons

Genre: hurt/ comfort, fluff

Prompt: the Moriarty brothers with a reader who is on their period.

Warnings: reader is afab, reader is female, established relationships, periods/menstruation etc.

LOUIS would be such a good partner in general so when you’re on your period? He is doing everything!

He’s already very much a househusband male wife kind of guy but it just gets so much more malewifey when you’re on your period

Oh you’re hot water bottle got slightly less warm? Louis is filling it up for your instantly

He will literally shower you in heating pads

I don’t think he’d be very physically affectionate in general, his love language is definitely acts of service and it’s very evident all the time, but if you ask to be held, hold you he will.

He’ll make you anything you want to eat no matter how strange (I always get really weird cravings on my period so if you do aswell, be prepared because Louis will stop at nothing to make you happy)

He has a whole storage cupboard packed with pads and tampons and whatever else you may use, all with your preferred sizes and brands because he’s just that caring. You never run out of pads or tampons with him around.

If any ones annoying you, he’ll be super pissed off and will actually get into a fight for your sake.

If you’re feeling emotional, he’ll be by your side reassuring you that everything’s okay. He’s a bit emotionally constipated but he tries his best for you.

If you ever need sheets to be washed or clothes to be cleaned, he won’t mind at all and he will definitely not get upset.

He himself doesn’t go out unless necessary so he’ll try stay at home with you all the time, just in case you need something (even if you insist that you’re fine)

Overall rating? 10/10 wifey material

WILLIAM probably knows more about your period than you do. Not in a gross mansplaining way but in a well educated husband kind of way

Like he definitely knows when you’re going to start you’re period based on symptoms and stuff before you get that little red surprise in your underwear. Worst feeling tbh.

He helps you learn how to track your cycle and if you’re an inconsistent period girlie like myself, he’s a great help. Imagine just getting ready to go out and then William tells you to make sure to take a pad/tampon/cup with you before you leave 💀

He pampers you too, especially if you live together, but not in the same way louis does.

He’s a bit more strict when it comes to what you should and shouldn’t eat (it’s the protective teacher in him). Liam makes you take magnesium supplements and makes sure you eat healthy even if you’re craving junk food so your cramps don’t get worse.

He’s probably calculated the perfect temperature for your heat pad/hot water bottle 😭

Probably a little more affectionate than his younger brother would be. If you’re complaining about being cold or uncomfortable, he’d put whatever book he’s reading down and hold his arms wide open for you. William absentmindedly rubs your back while listening to you complain about having a uterus

Definitely pressed kisses to your forehead while you ramble like the old fashioned lover he is 🤭

He makes sure to buy you really good quality pads/tampons and is sure to memorise which brands or types you prefer. Might slip a chocolate bar in there too. He also buys you painkillers and gives you the correct doses and everything at the right times

If you don’t feel like speaking much (he loves talking to you for some reason. its adorable) he gets a little upset but he’s a surprisingly good communicator. He doesn’t want to make you feel uneasy and bless his heart, he does all the chores and everything so you don’t have to suffer further while your uterus tries to fucking kill you

Overall rating? ∞/10 (I am totally not biased) I want to marry him idc if he’s a drawing

ALBERT is stupid. I’m sorry that’s a mean way to start off

I think we can all agree he has OCD or OCPD but he’s so sweet to you despite some seeing periods as a ‘Filthy’ thing.

You bled through the sheets? He’ll calmly help you fix that dw sweetie. If you bleed through your pants in public and anyone gives you any dirty looks or some weird shit because people hate uterus havers, he’s not called one of the most unhinged mtp characters for nothing 😊

Ok but this man knows nothing about periods though. I’m so sorry. Like you had to explain to him that no you can’t hold in the blood nor do you use your pad as a bandaid of some sort

Would probably send you one of these :(yes I made that)

He needs Louis to go shopping with him to help get you stuff because this man is smart enough for eton but not enough to know that different colours on pad packages are not flavours 🙄

Also he’s a shit cook so you still have to do that if u don’t wanna starve

Probably the most affectionate out of the brothers. He’s very cuddly with you when you need him to be (mainly because he feels bad for being so damn useless)

Overall rating? 2/10 💀

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori x reader

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j0kers-light · 8 months

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How do you think Joker would deal with menstruation? Or if reader had a long delay and they both thought she was pregnant 😂 (but then it turned out to be a false alarm)

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

I couldn't help myself and jumped out of line of ask requests! I woke up from a nap with the perfect idea for this so here we go!

It is common knowledge that Joker does not use condoms. The tried and true saying, 'wrap it before you tap is' does not apply to him, mkay?

This man does not care. Its risky, its dangerous, and its incredibly hot to slide into you with nothing in the way. That friction of skin between skin just scratches an itch of intimacy that Joker never knew he needed. Now he knows why condoms are so expensive. Its a clear indicator not to use them!

He knows you secretly enjoy it too or you would have put an end to raw sex from the beginning. Joker does not take into consideration if you're taking any birth contraceptive measures [thats your choice as the reader] he's got bigger things to worry about, but there was always a twinge of hesitation in his mind.

What if you get pregnant?

Joker is NOT father material despite the countless nannies and other random people from your apartment building that compliment his DILF status and skills every time you babysit your neighbor's kid. Joker is not one for children, but he sorta kinda likes Gio. The little tyke's got spunk and he's so well mannered and you look ethereal whenever you hold Gio and the sunlight hits you a certain—

Okay. Fine! So Joker has toyed with the idea! He let his mind wander once or twice but it doesn't mean he's actively tryna knock you up! He is not about that life. Gotham City has to burn first and there's too much fun to cause to be weighted down with a child.

Nothing is for certain but Joker knows. He knows you can and will be a great mother just... not with his kid.

Joker is fully aware of your 'time of the month.' You're more moodier than usual and you always desert him in the guest bedroom for the comfort of your private room. You don't come out except to eat and you take said meals in your sanctuary. He hates the one week of the month where his Light is not around.

He does not like when you shut him out and hide in your shell but you grumble 'hormones' or 'leave me lone, J' and waddle back to safety.

Joker wants nothing more to cuddle up with you and rub your cramps away or hand feed you all the weird snacks you crave while your buried under the blankets, but you won't let him near you! Why won't you let him spoil you?

Contrary to popular belief, Joker is smart and very detail driven. He keeps up with your mensural cycle because he needs to know when his Light will be out of commission. He needs to know when to stay out of your way and when to keep your favorite snacks stocked in the penthouse. Since you won't let him near you, he'll keep you satisfied with acts of service. A happy Bunny, is a happy Joker.

So..... he's a lit-tle confused when your expected start date rolls around and you're still well, normal. You haven't snapped at him once or asked for some ridiculous food pairing that should not go together. You're still the bunny that he fell ten times over for. And when nothing happens for three days in a row.. Joker silently panics.

Its day five without any bleeding and Joker is a nervous wreck. You noticed a slight change in his behavior recently but with your upset stomach, you haven't given him any more attention.

You've been nauseous since the beginning of the week and no ginger ale, saltine crackers, or other home remedies that Sarai texted you to try have worked. If you don't feel any better in the morning, you're going to the ER and she better be on-call.

You were at your wits end trying to treat this weird stomach bug when she sends another message that makes your heart drop to the floor.

When's ur last period ever think bout that?

You drop your phone and spiral down a rabbit hole.

When was your last period? Shouldn’t you be due for one soon?

You snap out of your thoughts and open your period tracker and groan aloud when you notice you're five days late.

"Oh no. Oh nope nope nopeity nope." You look around the room like it miraculously held the answers to your dilemna. You've never been late a day in your life and right on time, your imaginary angel appeared on your shoulder.

"You and J do go at like rabbits..." She grimaced.

On your other shoulder your brash devil appeared. She was in rare form with a wide grin, stretching from ear to ear.

"And we be taking them loads straight to the womb! I bet you’re regretting not wrapping that sausage every time huh you cum whore? Haha! Pregnant with a psychopath's baby! That's wild! Couldn’t be me tho!”

She doubled over laughing and your angel shot her a glare. "It isn’t funny. This affects you too! Y/n, ignore her. CVS is on the corner babe. Aisle nine, lets go."

You nodded to yourself and grabbed your phone and keys, headed to the door but Joker came out of nowhere and blocked your way.

He took in your frazzled appearance. Your hands were shaking and you failed to care that you were only wearing yoga pants and one of his hoodies.

"Where ya going, pretty girl?"

His hands touched yours and discreetly took your keys from you. And you're so out of it, you hardly noticed.

"I uh, there's um.."

"Use your words, Y/n." Joker urged you.

You breathed in and out before meeting his curious eyes.

He's ever your rock; calm and ready to tackle any situation you throw at him. Would he handle this one if you told him the truth?

This would ruin all of his plans. You were supposed to be a temporary stop in his jorney called life. You would be a liability if you came out and said, 'oh hey Joker! I'm late!'

"LaTe for what?"

You blinked rapidly. Did you say that aloud?!! Joker arched an eyebrow and waited for you to answer him. Your mouth flopped like a fish.

Thank the heavens that Joker is so patient with you. He rolled his eyes and guided you into the powder room off of the foyer.

From there, he picked you up and sat you down on the counter. He stood between your legs, gently rubbing your legs.

"Talk to me, bunny. What's stuck in that uhh.. pretty lit-tle head of yours, hmm? You can tell meeeeeee."

You burst into tears and Joker froze like a statue. Those tears of yours were his kryptonite.

"I'm late! I haven't had my period yet!"

Joker clicked his tongue and set to work wiping your tears away. He was a little rough while doing it but the motion helped calm you down. Joker was still rusty with being affectionate and you smiled at his sweet gesture.

"I know."

You glanced up at him, "Whah?"

Joker repeated himself and leaned forward on his palms near your hips. "You're uhh, five, days late, doll. I need ya to do me a favor. Can ya do that?" He waited until you stopped sniffing.

Your nod was his clue to continue.

He pushed three bottles of water next to you. You stared down at them and the ominous brown paper bag on the counter. You just now noticed it.

"I need you to drink these and then... take these."

Joker knew you would freak out when he dumped the bag over to reveal the pregnancy tests he made Mac buy this morning. Joker was tired of waiting. If this was happening, he'd be the first to know before getting Sarai involved with a final medical confirmation.

You started hyperventailing until Joker grabbed your face with his hands. "Bunny... bunny... hey. Look at me. There she is. Breathe. Drink n' we'll take them to-get-ther."

"Y-You promise?" You hiccuped.

He hated seeing the fear clouding your coloured eyes. You clung to his wrist, looking up at him as if he had all the answers.

It was obvious that your were overwhelmed and scared. Joker would have to push aside his own jitters and be the stronger person here. He exhaled with a marred smile.

"I prooomise Sweetheart. Now! Drink up for me."

Joker offered you the first water bottle and you took it with the hopes this would all be false alarm.

You were pacing in the foyer with Joker seated nearby. Even with every sharp turn you made, his eyes never strayed from you.

You were a ball of nerves and he hated that you were biting your poor nails to the quick.

He was about to tell you to stop when the timer in the bathroom went off. You stared at the doorway as if it were radioactive. One of your favorite songs continued to play as the timer yet you resumed your pacing.

Joker called out your name to no reply. You were looping back around to past by him and he grabbed your arm. "Light, its time to check."

You shook your head. "I-I-I can't... you're gonna hate me and... and leave.. I just!" You yelped when Joker jerked you into his arms. He sighed into your untamed curls and squeezed you close.

He was too calm during all of this. How was he so calm?!

It was really bothering you until your head rested on his chest and you got to feel his heart beating erratically. Joker was nervous too but he didn't show it and that made you tear up even more.

He was bottling his emotions to be a shoulder for you to lean on.

It made no sense just how caring Joker was to you. He was a changed man indeed.

Joker tipped your head up with his finger. "You want me to check for ya?" He chuckled at your furious nod. Of course you did, why did he even ask? "M'aright, lemme go, doll. Them nails are killin' me."

You mumbled out an apology and let J go. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He sighed and glanced at the four pregnancy test lined up on the counter. Leave it to his doll to be neat even while under duress.

He didn't want to do this but you didn't have the courage to. So Joker was left to face one of his worst fears all alone.

There wasn't a proper procedure to these things so he just snagged the first one he could get ahold of and eyed the screen.

A bucket of ice was dumped over his head.

Positive.

Two blue lines held so much power. His ears were ringing and he barely heard your frantic knocking on the door.

"Um Joker? Y-You're too quiet. I-I’m coming in." You opened the door and took one look at a frozen Joker holding a pregnancy test and feared the worst.

Judging by his schooled features, you already knew the results but you had to see for yourself. You picked up the other three tests on the counter but did a double take.

"What? They’re negative. Oh my God. They’re negative! J, I'm not--" You turned to show Joker but he had already shook himself out of his daze and snatched the tests from your hands.

Joker's warped mind was playing tricks on him. It had to be. Because these tests were negative. He conferred with the one in his hand but it remained that life altering, positive.

Joker was conflicted and his green eyes darted up at you. Your smile faded seeing his intense emeralds, "J, what's wrong?"

"Thisssss one is positive. I'm calling the doc." He threw them all into the wastebin and was about to leave when you stepped in his path.

"Joker, wait! Three out of four, I think its safe to agree with the majority here." You were feeling back to normal now your pregnacy scare was past you but Joker was still fighting his delusions.

"I wanna be sure, Light. I'm not trusting a uhh drugstore test with somethin' like this." He rested his forehead against yours and you could feel his hands shaking as they cupped your face.

This was really getting to him. You peered through your lashes at J. He wouldn't let this go until he knew for sure from a professional. You covered his hands with your own. It was your turn to be strong and be there for Joker.

You kissed him softy and he chased after you when you broke away. "Okay, J, you can call Sarai."

He sighed and tugged you closer for the time being. You didn't know who needed this hug the most; you or Joker.

Your eyes naturally fell to the wastebin where the tests lay, mocking you and J.

There was a palpable change in the air. This interaction changed the future for you and J. In the heat of the moment neither of you considered protection. It was scary to think this could have ended very differently. You were sighing in relief but Joker was at odds with the outcome. Even with his fears put to rest, a small part of him wanted all four tests to be positive.

Simply because it would be a journey to experience with you.

#thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#ledger joker x reader #joker x reader #ledger joker #black!fem!reader #joker #the dark knight joker #heath joker #reader insert #joker x y/n #swf headcanon #pregnancy scare #what if #chaos is stirring up chaos #his lighthouse

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kaurwreck · 25 days

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If you want can you post your skk hcs? I was rereading you fanfic snippets of them and just wanted to know what you try to add in when writing them?

ty for asking about my skk headcanons! i'll share the ones that you can nearly always presume to be "canon" in the fics I write.

Chuuya has a vulva + internal reproductive organs, but with so few memories prior to the Sheep, he doesn't recall having an assigned gender divergent from his own and has always known himself to be a boychild. He's rarely been prompted to think anything of it: the Sheep didn't make a fuss when he started menstruating, although Shirase did defer to Yuan to teach him how to manage it once they realized; Mori educated him on his options once Mori became aware but was otherwise unfazed and had forged Chuuya's koseki anyway; etc., etc. Which isn't to say Chuuya doesn't pursue and receive gender affirming care, only that he's both self-assured in his own and rather naive regarding matters of gender and sexuality. (i.e., insofar as trans is a useful framework here, he's trans.)

Dazai is ashamed of his sexual attraction. Not in his sexuality (as in preferences), but he thinks his sexual attraction is, generally, an imposition and a vulgar burden he thrusts onto others. This doesn't stop him from feeling it and pursuing others. It's just one of the many contours of his self-loathing.

Dazai and Chuuya weren't completely no-contact for those four years, but they talk about it as if they were.

Chuuya has a Port Mafia-subsidized penthouse with an aboveground wine cellar. He still frequents the Agency dorms; he doesn't like Dazai snooping around and making messes in his penthouse. Or stealing his wine and wine paraphernalia for wine fraud, which happens sometimes and has, previously, fucked with the integrity of Chuuya's cache of Romanée Conti vintages.

Chuuya is a workaholic and very driven in his commitment to his organization. Dazai cherishes and serves at the leisure of the hand that feeds him but isn't. Quite as career oriented as Chuuya.

Both are polyamorous more or less. But exceedingly possessive of the other in hyperspecific, sometimes toxic ways.

Chuuya has extensive irezumi beneath his clothes, much of which memorializes his loved ones. (Including Dazai, but most everyone knows better than to acknowledge those pieces.) Dazai, meanwhile, doesn't have any tattoos; he can't tolerate the needles (whether hand or electric). Dazai will join Chuuya during his sessions, though, if only to bother him in ways Chuuya can't do anything about while being tattooed.

They don't negotiate anything, which is usually fine. They work it out one way or another when it's not.

They have several intricate rituals to navigate around each other's severe intimacy issues.

While they were both in the Port Mafia, there was a strict mandate against Dazai riding passenger on Chuuya's motorcycle. Enforceable by any member of the organization regardless of rank.

They're technically legally married under Dazai's birth identity (Shuuji Tsushima); that's also the identity with which Chuuya has a joint bank account and multiple tax fraud schemes (in which Akutagawa and Gin are also implicated as dependents), among other things. (Note: I've unilaterally decided Japan recognizes same sex marriage in bsd-verse, especially given the plethora of anachronistic, fictitious, and quirky policies, ministries, levers of governance, etc. canonical to bsd-verse that preclude the canonical existence of several of Japan's current irl legal institutions, including its constitution as amended.)

#soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #fic wip

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mortyvongola2-0 · 1 year

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Period Pains

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Genre: Drabble, fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: afab!reader, period/menstruation symptoms, fluff

A/N: I'm in a Kakashi brain rot right now if you couldn't tell. This was originally made for my OC, in a wonderful chat with my lovelies, but I decided it wouldn't be too difficult to turn into a reader insert~

Read it on AO3

There it was, that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen. The beginning of cramps that you knew would be plaguing you for the next few days, perhaps a week. It was late this time, probably due to stress from your latest mission. You pressed your chapped lips together with a frown.

The cramps were the absolute worst, even with painkillers there would be some days where you were down for the count, not to mention the intestinal discomfort that accompanied them. You wouldn’t be able to be too far from a bathroom for the first few days. A whine of annoyance left your throat. Periods are the worst.

“What’s wrong?”

You glanced at the silver-haired man on the couch next to you and immediately all you wanted was to whine and be coddled by him. You held yourself back though, figuring you could save it for when your sensitivity was at its worst. “My period is coming.”

“Oh, I see,” he set his book down on his lap before running a hand through your undone hair. The both of you had already changed into your sleep clothes. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Hold me, rub my cramps away, buy me chocolate- oo no wait cookies. “No, I’m okay for now.”

“You sure? Do you have everything you need?”

“Hm,” You pressed your head further into his hand. “I think so?”

“That sounds more like a question than an answer.”

“I’ll be fine.” He let out a thoughtful hum and brought an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side. Kakashi kept his arm draped over you and you leaned closely into him as he picked his book back up. “This definitely doesn’t hurt though.”

You were right, the next morning you woke up with painful cramps and an intense need to use the restroom. Most of that day went relatively alright, your cramps bothered you, but you were still able to do most things, and the second day went by in much the same manner. But the third day was terrible, the absolute worst.

Kakashi had woken you up gently to press a goodbye kiss to your forehead as he headed to work and usually, you loved it, but that morning you were agitated that he had woken you up. So, instead of telling him to be safe, like you usually did, all you managed was an irate goodbye. You went back to sleep for a few more hours after that, then when you finally got out of bed you stubbed your toe on the nightstand that you swore hadn’t always been in that exact spot because you never would’ve stubbed your toe otherwise. Your cramps were killing you, they had you constantly hunched and if you weren’t standing you were curled up in a ball on your bed.

Specifically on his side, because you missed him.

There were so many foods that you were craving but you had none of them and you knew going to the store to get any would be too taxing. You really really wanted something sweet, those cookies you’d thought about the other day, but none magically appeared before you, which also irritated you. You couldn’t focus on anything, nothing was helping. As another wave of intense cramping hit you, you couldn’t help but think about how miserable you were.

Pain-killers weren’t working, your food cravings were going unfulfilled, and you’d even run out of your favorite bubble bath so you couldn’t even try that to relax! You felt so sensitive and there was no one paying attention to you! By the time your boyfriend came home, you were squatting on the kitchen floor sobbing as you tried to open a jar of pickles.

You heard his chuckle- when did he get home? - and glared up at him from your place on the tile. “Don’t laugh,” you pouted, your voice more of a whine than the agitated grunt you had been going for. You sniffled as he squat down beside you, you heard the shuffle of a grocery bag as he set one down beside him. “It’s not funny.”

“No, no, you’re right,” he responded, you could see the upward turn of his lips even under his mask. “It’s definitely not funny.”

Annoyed, you shoved the unopened jar against his chest and he took it, his eyes still wrinkled with mirth. Your agitation grew. The sixth Hokage lowered his mask and gave you that chauvinistic smile that you loved. A huff left you and you pointed and told him, “It won’t open.”

“Well, if a shinobi as strong as you can’t open it, then this can’t be an ordinary pickle jar.”

Another sniffle. “It’s not.”

“I know,” he chuckled again and brought a finger to your eyes to wipe at your frustrated tears.

He looked away from you and down at the jar. The silver-haired man made a show of inspecting it before opening it with one quick twist. You wanted to cry all over again.

Kakashi set the now opened jar down before sliding over and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, he couldn’t help the laughs that escaped him every few seconds as he tried his best to console you. “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not, I’m not. Honest.”

Despite you agitation with him you melted into his embrace. His warmth comforting and even those patronizing chuckles caused a weight to lift from your chest. “I loosened it for you,” you insisted.

He hummed in affirmation and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Absolutely.”

After a few more seconds you felt a bit better but you still didn’t want him to let you go. You didn’t even care about the stupid pickles and their evil jar anymore. “Can we go to bed early tonight?”

“Of course, but how about we eat these cookies first?”

You peaked down at the bag he held up. They were your favorite cookies, from your favorite bakery, the one across from the bookshop. That time, you did start to cry again. “You love me so much,” you cried.

“Hm, maybe a little,” he teased.

Both of you ate the cookies, you ate the majority, and laid down to go to bed. You felt much better after complaining to him about every minor thing that had gotten on your nerves that day, and soon as his warm hand pressed against your lower abdomen when you spooned, your cramps lessened to an annoying ache. You fell asleep feeling much better and exceedingly loved.

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Thanks for reading~

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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We have our period for the first time living with ari we know the drill the potentional stain on the bedsheets the cramping the if I dont get a chocolate now imma kill someone thing lol but but how does Ari act? Does he get nervous and a little Jumpy and keep like a 5 ft distance or is he cuddly and trying to comfort us or does he notice the mood swings and always left his other girlfriend to be alone but he is living here and he is just waiting for instructions for what we want him to do during what I like to say is when "we are bleeding internally"

Oh Dear... a Bedrock and Blueprints long drabble (1.5k)

Warnings for big shock mention of menstruation and its subsequent issues plus some language. (If you think a woman's period should be labeled under Mature, I kindly ask you to shove off because no.) This happens chronologically after this part.

You know better. You do. You simply had to ignore the flutter of pain in your gut last night in favor of more time with Ari. He spent the night at the house with you since today is another joint off-day. What you should have done is insisted on being apart and going back to your old place—the one with all your supplies still in the bathroom.

All you have at the house is the dregs of a panty liner box that is not going to cut it.

After scrubbing out your (un)surprisingly stained underwear first thing in the morning, you saturate the first poor liner in less than ten minutes.

Shit. It’s one of those months.

As you race to clean up the second pair of panties ruined so far, you smother the urge to cry. You can’t leave to ride the bus back to your apartment or to the store; there’s no way a makeshift toilet paper pad will help for that long. Ari doesn’t sleep in that long either.

He’s none the wiser as he wakes and stretches, ignoring you locked in the bathroom. He wanders into the kitchen and yells out about breakfast. He starts texting you the grocery list for the afternoon. You suggest you both go immediately, and treat yourselves to a breakfast sandwich from the little coffee shop inside, framing it as a little date. You would not be convincing if this exchange weren’t over text, but Ari doesn’t mention that it’s weird. He’s just inventorying the fridge while you dress quickly.

Then you have to shoo him in to dress himself.

Even the minute and a half he takes is too long, and you already have to redo your temporary triage.

He starts to notice something when you insist he start the truck and return with a blotchy red face and swollen eyes.

“Allergies. Let’s just go.”

You don’t want to explain why after thirteen years of surviving consistent wear, Ari’s truck might not survive the Uteran Holocaust if he doesn’t step on the gas. Ok, fine, that’s dramatic, but you’re very emotional, glancing at the dashboard clock every thirty seconds and feeling your padding slowly crumble from onslaught after onslaught.

He parks and thinks to get breakfast first.

NOPE.

You tell him you’ll just get the list out of the way so you both can enjoy your food, and you’ll take the half of the store with pharmacy aisles. He tries to argue about frozen foods and letting them sit, but you’re already out and running. No, you don’t actually run, but you need to hurry up and buy a box of proper, heavy-duty supplies and get to the restroom as fast as possible. You chose black underwear and black jeans, but today is not the day to relive that one time all those years ago… Yikes. Move. You can’t even consider it.

In record time, you have all the other necessities in your basket. Before you now sits an empty section of the brand you usually get—of fucking course—so you grab the more expensive one. At this point, you’ll sell your kidney just to be rid of your lady parts for the week. In the basket, the box goes, and again, you practically run to the…extremely long line at every cashier and the self-serve lanes.

Fuck, you think as you start to tear up, biting your lip hard to stop an aggravated whimper getting out.

“Shoot,” Ari says casually behind you. “You want me to get breakfast while you’re in line or the other way ar—“

“Just take this,” you choke, shoving the basket into his hands and fishing out your wallet to toss on top. “I have to—I can’t—“ there’s a tiny, sickening surge down below which warns you that the toilet paper wad isn’t going to make it through the line “—just—“

You don’t even finish the sentence, walking off as fast as your tight thighs will let you, and a sharp cramp nearly takes you to your knees in the middle of the walkway. Luckily, you make it to the toilet, bringing a new batch of toilet paper to your face so you can have a nice sob.

You’re in there a while. Too long.

Between rushes of dripping blood and painful stabs, you can’t move. You don’t want to. You’ll just keep crying from embarrassment. Then you think of poor Ari sitting at the café alone, staring shocked at a box labeled ‘Max Protection,’ and you’re dying inside because this is the worst possible moment to—

“Hello?”

Panicked, you hold your breath to muffle your crying.

The door swings shut.

“Hello, hun, I’ve been…” two low heels stop in front of your stall “…sent to give you these. A very nice gentleman is quite worried out there.”

Your loud sniffle gives you away, and the exact box you picked up earlier appears below the door.

“Thank you,” you mumble, taking the offering.

“No problem,” the woman says easily, using the toilet farthest from yours.

She’s still washing her hands when you emerge, a complete wreck.

“Oh dear,” she coos. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She wets paper towels to pat your heated face while you wash, too. She’s a nice, motherly sort without an ounce of judgment anywhere in her features.

When you’re all dry, emotions steeled again, she cups your face gently in her hands. “Ready?”

No, but yes, you guess. You have to leave some time.

Ari’s leaning against the wall outside the door, startling when you step out. His mouth opens, but nothing discernable escapes. Instead, he glances back at the woman and thanks her. All he gets is a wave behind her head; she’s already halfway to the produce.

You tuck the open box into one of the bags at Ari’s feet, wiping automatically at your face again.

He’s very quiet when he asks, “hungry or home?”

“I don’t want to here, but…” Your scratchy voice fades away, not looking right at Ari.

He holds out the keys. “How about you wait out there while I get us some food, yeah? Sound good?”

You nod and sniffle again, bending to pick up a few bags.

Ari’s hand comes out, stopping you. “Absolutely not, honey. Just go relax.”

If you say thank you out loud, the thin façade you’ve manifested will dissolve into tears again. You simply take the keys and go.

In the truck, your body settles slightly, leaving plenty of room for the shame of the morning to take over. A few more tears fall silently before he’s back with your favorite snack and a big drink.

Ari pops open the dash and takes out two painkillers from his work stash, offering them with sad sky eyes.

He’s surprisingly chatty about all the tiniest inconveniences and odd behavior from the checkout line, but you know what he’s doing. You appreciate it. After finishing his food at a ravenous wolf’s pace, he starts to drive, letting you curl up against his side while you nibble and sip. Not a single question or concern is raised until you’re home.

He doesn’t get out right away, instead wrapping his arm around you.

“You could have told me, woman,” Ari grumbles into your hair, rubbing at your shoulder. “Have to tell me what you need,” he whispers, “know I can’t read minds.”

In your best bratty voice, you sneer. “Then what use are you?”

Ari laughs, his chest shaking you with the force. “Chauffeur, obviously.”

He hauls the groceries inside.

The rest of your day off together is full of lounging on the couch and junk food. Ari is delighted that you want as many snacks as he does, and he leaps up at your slightest request, even offering to carry you to the bathroom when a cramp hits you mid-stand.

To preserve some semblance of dignity, you refuse the lift but request the heating pad in exchange.

It’s too hot for Ari to lay behind you with the pad, so you put your head in his lap and he runs his fingers through your hair while feeding you popcorn kernel by kernel through a marathon of your comfort show.

As you get ready for bed, you find him holding up the box in the bathroom, halting in the doorway, shocked.

“Next time, will you show me where these are? I can just pick them up for you.” Replacing them in your drawer, he shrugs. “Would be easier,” he concludes.

What a bizarre moment to think of how much you love this man for the first time, but you know it’s different. It’s not your friend-love, it’s not infatuation, and it’s not lust. It’s no one of those things anymore. You just love Ari Levinson. Simple as that.

You feel it as definitively as any cramp, but this is an oh-so-nice swell of sensation. You feel safe to be yourself, on your best and worst days, because Ari sees that you aren’t perfect. He couldn’t care less as long as you end up tangled and comfy with him in that bed.

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sweet-sourpeach · 1 year

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Puppy Love | sun wukong reborn.

cw: fluff-angst ig. PLATONIC relationship. reader is 14 yrs. old and acts like a 14 yrs. old, and wukong keeps being an asshole. sensitive issues for certain audiences regarding menstruation and menstrual cramps.

female pronouns here ! sorry for bad english, I am not a native speaker and I still have difficulties using gn pronouns. apologies if I sound rude, please enjoy. ✨

“I really can't believe it.” Sanzang muttered, his tall, peaceful posture bent into a grimace of confusion. “poor child, may buddha illuminate her eyes.”

The demons around their master looked at each other, curious and more than anything; somewhat embarrassed. It was going to be a rather strange day, especially if Sanzang had been quite observant with one of his companions, you.

the pains in your stomach didn't seem to go away, your feet cramped every time you crumpled them in the palm of your feet and the headache seemed to make you want to vomit.

You had been away from the group for a moment, being surrounded by men was not easy, especially with Wukong's insensitivity once you commented that you were not feeling well and, magically it had all ended in a big discussion like all the others.

“asshole.” you muttered, Bai Long Ma, who was drinking water from the nearby river, gave you a quick glance, squeaking before slowly drinking again, as if affirming your words to the monkey.

your hand slowly peeled the peel of the fruit between your fingers, eating the fruit slowly and gently hoping the pain would stop, but it just wouldn't seem to go away, it was unbearable.

“I still don't understand how you were able to bring a brat to this kind of 'important stuff'.” of course, the monkey king was never silent; he never shut his mouth, nor did he think, everything he said came from his soul. maybe that's why you ended up crying sitting on a rock while his words carved you alive.

“Don't be such a jerk to the little sister!” Bajie jumped to defend you quickly, his scowl and accusing finger pointing at the demon king angrily. “Have some respect, you made her cry!”

“That made you fall low.” Sha Wujing followed him, almost in a low whisper once his large orbs followed the pages of the text he held in his hands. Wukong only clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“She asked for it.” He accused, crossing his arms as he stretched his mouth to the side in boredom, as if it wouldn't hurt him to have seen your scowling face and teary eyes until you ran off, probably shouting a loud "I hate you!" at him before disappearing with Tang's horse down the river.

“She is a child.” Tang Sanzang finally mumbled again, his hands finely cupping the bowl of water he had brought to his parched lips and throat. “It was my fault, I should have known about this.”

your hand took the peony gently, resting the stem against your palm as you took a moment to look at it, not wanting to pull out its roots or hurt such a beautiful flower. It was delicate and perfect, its petals precious and its scent enchanting, no one would ever try to harm it.

Without noticing it, the tears had returned to your eyes, the way you thought about it made you reflect for a moment, I wish you had been a flower and not had to face the hard moments of life since you were born.

you could be a flower, delicate and beautiful, people would envy you for your beauty, they would fight for you and you could become so, so important that a lucky young man would give it to his partner as a sign of love.

it felt so unreal.

This was an unreal world, wasn't it? you always had to be cautious about this kind of thing, to prepare yourself mentally for the kind of things you would face someday and in a short time, to go on with the heritage of life.

maybe... you should have listened to your mother and got married, performed the ceremony in your home and lined her pockets with money to live an unhappy life with someone you didn't know.

you were twelve years old when you ran away from home, it took you to get out of there and break your knees on the way to a Taoist temple and beg forgiveness for your actions until a monk taught you the true nature of the world.

you had remembered that this would be the last time you would cry, but here you were. somehow, you had become sensitive from a spontaneous moment, the pain had disappeared and now there was the salty sea waves.

You never thought you would meet demons, or form bonds with them, especially if you could boast that you had the monkey king himself as one of your bodyguards.

Zhu Bajie never tried to look at you with eyes other than the most protective ones, Sha Wujing preferred to sell his pride rather than to see you saddened, Tang Sanzang wanted to show you the true beauty of life and Sun Wukong... he....

Wukong was able to show you the world, take you to the top of Mount Laojun and look at the views around the mountains and hills, take your hand and hold your waist when he proposed to carry you on his cloud, smash skulls of monsters that barely looked at you and keep you away from danger as long as necessary.

“No— no, ” you shook, a lump in your throat at the thought of Wukong as someone else. perhaps it had all started as simple admiration, then it was a greater like- my god, you were a child without the knowledge of how to love.

It was all a mistake, you should never have gone with them, nor risked your lifeᅳ but you didn't want to get married either! see the taste in your parents' smile but never be able to feel it on your face, not even if your hands were forced to lengthen your mouth, you would die with the same frown on your features.

You had to give up a part of yourself if the journey required it, you would lie down on the filthy ground at the cost of running away and starting a new opportunity in your own new world, you would be happy and blessed under the wings of the greatest bird in the world, who would give respect and consideration in pursuit of your happiness.

“ha... dumbass,” you sighed, using the sleeves of your rags to quickly dry your wet eyes, letting the peony move freely in the air, your hair followed suit, letting itself be carried away by the warmth of the cool air a few hours before sunset.

Bai Long Ma flexed on the grass, his muzzle on the greenish grass and his attention on you, the sinews of its hooves on alert for any sudden movement of nature enough to run off at the speed of light... dragging you by the neck of course.

“monkeys are so stupid,” you bit your tongue, your shoulder blouse wiping your previously wet cheek. “so dumb, Wukong is dumb.”

Returned, the horse nodded in its own style. Letting your emotions out, you felt understood for a moment before turning away from the gentle call of the rushing water, and letting yourself rest after hard moments of overthinking about the journey and how it would end.

After an hour, the group of elders managed to find you and let you one by one see how you were in good health, carrying you to the makeshift bed of warmer and softer sheets for you, trying to apologize without the eagerness to talk; especially how Wukong decided to take care of you when the others went to the nearest town to buy supplies for their long and hard journey ahead.

Those big, golden animal eyes managed to keep you calm and collected throughout your day of finally deserved sleep.

#sun wukong x reader #jttw #jttw x reader #jttw fanfic #young reader #platonic relationship #ancient china themed

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mauvefayette6 · 1 year

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heyy! I was wondering if you could do a Todd Anderson x fe!male

I read your rules I fully respect them but idk if you find this rather awkward but here goes nothing.

*stands up on desk*

Todd Anderson x fe!male reader- readers on her period and she feels completely awful, bad- HORRID cramps! can't even move her legs. Todd is a sweetheart in this! pls?

Just a oneshot- if you do onshots, if not hc are good. even if its short, idc. Love your writing! ur amazing!

thx

Period. [ Todd Anderson/fem!Reader ]

TW/CW: Reader is on her period/talk of blood/ she/her pronouns are used!

of course this is one of the plots that are set in the 50s bcs yk i just do it thag way sometimes. There is 0 shame in being a menstruating person! But in the 50s that was a different story! So that will be shown here in the story of course if wanted I could do a similar story but have it be modern!

••

You sat at the library, you were studying for an upcoming exam in Trig. You took in a deep breath when it was announced that it was lights out.

You stood up when a rush of something went down. Your heart dropped when you realized that your menstrual cycle started. Your eyes widened as you checked the chair for a sign of a stain.

You sighed in relief when you saw nothing. You groaned before deciding to deal with this later. Your period usually was tamed and not at all messy. If you could get a pad from your roommate everything will be better.

Walking up the stairs the uncomfortableness of the feeling bugged you.

“Please, not right now.” You cried as you rushed up the steps and into your dorm room.

Your roommate gave you a confused look as you began searching all your things for anything!

“What’s going on?” Your roomie asked as you nervously sighed.

“I just started the curse,” you whispered here eyes widened. “I can’t find anything!”

“I have like one extra in my closet hidden behind my clothes!” She quickly got up and began to search her closet.

She found it and handed it to you with a gleeful smile.

“A life savor!” You hugged her before quietly and quickly walking out of your room and into the ladies restroom.

After the whole fiasco was over you decided to turn in for the night. Getting into your nightclothes you shut down for the night.

The worry of what you’re going to do with your problem haunting you.

The next morning you woke up with the absolute worst cramp humanly possible.

You held your stomach as you began to softly sobbed.

“You alright?” Your roomie asked as you shook your head. “Want me to go to the nurse? I can ask for some medication?”

“Could you? I have to get up for this stupid Trig exam,” you deeply sighed the realization that you would have to put up with this horrible sensation all day.

Your roommate quickly rushed to get some medication, anything would be helpful.

She came back in with a Tylenol and a cup of water. “This is all she would give me.”

You gave her an appreciative smile before taking them. “I just hope this keeps me alive for at least the rest of the day.”

Sighing you got up and the rush of blood came down as you held your stomach.

“I wish they did more to help the menstruating population of Welton.” Your roommate sighed as you two began the journey to class.

“Ha! Welton doesn’t care about us. We are only here because the parents insisted the girls get the same education as the boys,” you mumbled.

“Hey!” The cheery voice of none other then your boyfriend Todd Anderson smiled as he approached you.

“Hey! Good morning Todd,” you smiled as he hugged you.

“You okay?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Just some personal problems, no biggie,” you laughed as a terrible cramp began. You had to hold the smile so he wouldn’t notice.

“You sure? You look like you could use a cig,” he laughed.

“She said she was fine Todd, now stop insisting!” Your roomie shouted angrily.

“Oh…” Todd awkwardly smiled as the walk to Trig was silent and tense.

••

Class was over as you survived day one of your cycle.

“It wasn’t that bad!” You smiled as a cramp began. You groaned in pain as you and your roommate walked to the dorm room.

“You looked like you were in awful pain the entire time.” Your roommate said and you rolled your eyes.

“Probably because I was in absolute pain,” you mumbled as you two entered the dorm room. “I don’t even know if I have the energy for any studying or doing any homework!”

“You should rest, maybe I could go get another Tylenol from the nurse,” she smiled as you shook your head.

“I’m just going to take a quick nap to sleep away the pain.” You mumbled as you got into bed and shut off for the night.

You woke up the next morning, day two of your cycle to the most excruciating pain you have ever felt. It felt like knives were being impaled onto your stomach.

“You okay?!” Your roommate asked as she rushed to your side. You shook your head quickly.

“Tylenol will not help this,” you cried hugging yourself tighter as the pain increased.

“You have to stay in bed!” Your roommate said as she looked at you.

“I-I can’t! I have to go to class!” You groaned as you kept your eyes shut.

“Please, I will explain to the nurse and see if she can do anything about this.” Your roommate rushed out the room as you laid there holding your stomach.

You heard a knock before someone entered.

“You okay?” The sweet voice of Todd Anderson whispered. “I just saw Gregoria rush out the room.”

“I’m swell! Just not feeling my best!” You tried your best to keep a happy smile on your face as you turned to look at him.

“You don’t look amazing…” He whispered as he crouched besides you. He felt your forehead, “it isn’t fever.”

“Todd, darling, you’ll be late for class if you don’t rush over there right now.” You mumbled facing him.

“I’d much rather stick by your side then go to class.” He smiled.

In that moment your roommate barged in, “The nurse said she’ll talk to the professors and suggested that you stay in bed!” Her expression dropped when she saw Todd.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked and Gregoria shook her head refusing to say.

“Todd, I’m on my period and the cramps are seriously killing me,” you whispered holding his hand. His dace went bright red as he nodded his head in understanding.

“My mom takes this tea when she was you know.. on her period.” He smiled as he caressed your hair. “I can sneak and make you a cup of it.”

“That would be lovely, I’m staying in bed all day.” You laughed as you turned and looked at him caressing his cheeks and bringing him in for a kiss.

“Well, I guess this is the que for me to go to class. I’ll share my notes for each class… For both of you of course.” She smiled before excusing herself.

“You really don’t have to stay here, you still have time to be in class…” You whispered even though you hoped he would refuse and stay by your side.

“Nonsense, I can’t leave my girlfriend to lay by herself in pain,” he laughed as he kissed you again.

“You’re so lovely Todd,” you whispered bringing him in for another lovely kiss.

#dps #dead poets society #dead poets society scenarios #neil perry #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #todd anderson #gerard pitts #steven meeks #charlie dalton x reader #todd anderson one shots #tod anderson x reader #todd anderson headcanons #todd anderson imagines

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hungrypuppiey · 2 years

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« Period Cuddles »

Fandom: Obey me

Characters: Belphegor, Beelzebub, fem!reader

Tags: cuddles, cuddling, hugs, tw period, tw menstruation, fluff, domestic maybe?, familiar??, period cramps

Author notes: im on my period so now is time for a very needy period post, im so lonely and i can't take the idea of having those two adorable demons cuddling with me and taking care of me (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Also, don't mind if there's some translation problems, my native language is portuguese and i still learning english, im also very sleepy rn so i didn't beta read what a just wrote down hehe

Belphie..

Belphie.

"Belphie wake up please" a voice tried to get his attention within his consciousness. The demon rolled his eyes behind his lids, opening only half of one eye, seeing his human's face.

"Hmm?"

"Can I lie on you? Please"

"Because?"

"I'm in those days." Oh. He remembered when you gave them a little lecture about how hard being a human is, your body was disgusted with yourself for not getting the baby it wanted.

"Bleeding?"

"Yeah, now open your arms, please"

"So needy" Belphie said, but he opened his arms, sighing as you snuggled into his inviting warmth, your right hand resting on top of your half-swollen stomach from the internal pains caused by a churning uterus, while your left hand held tight. strength in the shirt he wore, even so tense and full of pain, you rested your head on his arm while breathing in the common scent of belphie, somehow this lazy demon smelled really good, comforting.

The two of you still like that for a long while, you weren't really sleepy, you just wanted something to cling to and snuggle in this moment that you considered the most fragile moment of your month. It was so quiet you thought he'd fallen asleep again, but when you lifted your head, he was still awake, looking at you with those beautiful dark eyes.

"It hurts?"

"It hurts." You felt the pain under your hand, it felt like you had a heavy anvil inside your stomach dropping its weight on top of you more and more.

Gradually you curled up in Belphie's arms, and he held you the entire time.

"Belphie?" A new voice entered the room, it was Beelzebub, for some reason his voice was low.

"Yea?"

"She is sleeping?" Footsteps were heard, you just curled up more, everything hurt, every kind of noise made you sensitive, it felt too hot, too sickening, God what did you do wrong to be in this situation every single month?

"No."

"She is fine?" Beel seemed to notice her discomfort, curled up like a ball armadillo, you just turned your head to look at Beel, again saw the dark eyes, this time on the ginger.

"Are you?" Belphie asked to you.

"I feel like I'm dying"

"Why??"

"She said it is that time of the month. The period"

"Oh" Beelzebub stopped beside the bed; "Can I join you?"

"Two heat packs are better then one" you laughed for a moment, nodding your head to let him in.

"Here" Beel got into bed, cuddling with you and Belphie, both used to it, your back turned to Beelzebub, he was careful not to look like a pervert as he glued his body to yours, all now together, you felt inside a hot dog, two buns on each side and you were the meat in the middle. It was so warm and comforting, a joyful sigh came out of you.

"Thank you two, I feel much better"

"Right? we should do this more often, it's good," Beel commented, closing his eyes as he felt your pain-weary body go limp, lying down with a sloth and a warm bear made you sleepy.

"We sure do."

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trickstarbrave · 4 months

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So, I'm sick and stuck in bed for the day, and bored. And I was thinking :

About Steren, or more specifically Steren's-Dad-Nerevar. He was a trans man, that's how he and Voryn managed to have a child. And in the first story of Steren in Vivienne's au you posted, Azura says that Nerevar and Voryn's soul from Steren's world wish to join and like, merge with the Neht and Ryn from this world, right ? That's how they get memories.

SO, if it is the same in the au you're currently writing, I cant help but picture Nerevar having meltdowns and crying and wanting his son back. And then just as randomly, as he undresses before going to sleep, he's just. "Wow I love my body. Wait, what...?" Because inside him there's a remnant of that other version of him who is crying for Steren too, but also sometimes just gets "Damn that's our body ?! FUCK YEAH it's all I ever dreamt of! How did you get it-you were BORN with it ?! You lucky bastard !"

the way i see trans people in dunmer culture (and this is like. entirely headcanon you could argue against it) is that trans people are seen as religiously and culturally important. boethiah and mephala don't have set genders and can present as male or female or any other weird combination and really play around with sex and gender as concepts. there is also a heavy focus on life being a trial to overcome and being trans does introduce a lot of difficulties in life like dysphoria and having to use magic to present how you want to, as well as i think some degree of social policing (we do know there is sexism in dunmer society to a degree. along with that one telvanni mage who is so anti-misogyny she just became a full blown misandrist who thinks its hilarious the 'beloved masculine hero nerevar is a woman')

so steren's-dad-nerevar is actually quite proud of being trans. having to realize it, flesh sculpting to get the body he wanted, "proving" himself to be a man. he's just mad those parts of him got lost to history in the historical revisionism the tribunal pumped out en mass.

also steren's-dad-nerevar never really had much bottom dysphoria--i never really write trans nerevar having it. i know its a common experience and completely valid for a lot of people to experience but i personally didn't have it much so im just writing what i know in that sense. i've actually also thought about how he'd feel being in vivi-au-nerevar's body and i think while its normally fine he sometimes does just. get kinda surprised like "OH. i have a penis. right." he's pretty alright with it all things considered but i think sometimes the steren's-dad-nerevar parts come out more strongly than usual kinda missing the cool top surgery scars he had and having a vagina at times (though he doesn't miss. anything to do with menstruation in the slightest. LMAOOOO)

i think it's ultimately for the best nerevar have a dick in this universe though. or else steren would have. a LOT of siblings by now. it spares me from having to make 500 fucking ocs.

its different for him i'll say that. sometimes he really likes being in a basically "cisgender" body but sometimes he kinda misses the body he worked for and cultivated himself. which has gotta be a weird experience for vivi's nerevar who is mostly cis i think just randomly being hit with thoughts of "i kinda miss my old trans body". 4D chess of gender feelings

#steren nerevarine #vivi au #nerevar #i barely slept again sorry if i am a rambling mess not making sense :'D

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