#I’m on my period so so is the reader

[grimesgirll]

having the worst period cramps currently with nothing on the mind but rick grimes indulging you.

herding you into the warm shower to lather you down top to bottom with lavender soap and try to ease the aching from your lower half. he’d hold you against him as the warm water washes suds down your waist, rubbing circles into your hips to take away the tension. one caress has you melting into his touch. the steam clings to the air around you as his hands drift lower to provide even more relief.

if you’d be up for it, he’d gather you firmly against him before slithering a hand down your torso, lightly landing a finger on your sensitive mound. a hushed “you up’ for this, darlin’?” and “want me to help you feel better, sweetheart?”has you needy for your lover and his healing touch.

a careful finger slides into you. rick watches like a hawk as your lips part for you to gasp. the intrusion is slow and methodical. as is the addition of another finger. your eyes widen and then shut tightly; pleasure bursting inside of you and that dull, aching cramp fading away like the blood did down the drain.

the breasts that had been weighing you down felt weightless in rick’s hand as he alternated between massaging a dollop of liquidy soap onto each side while picking up the speed between your legs. your back is pressed flat against rick with no room to spare, but nonetheless you twist as close as you can to him. it’s like he’s pulling you in with the cogent, immersive curl of his finger.

it’s not long before your eyes are watering and you’re huffing rick’s name. another finger circles your clit at the same time as your handsome officer ducks his head to suck and lap at your pert bud.

eyes clenched tight and his tongue on your tit, you’re undone, sliding against rick like the forlorn lather sliding down the plastic shower curtain.

from the shower, rick’s helping you step into your underwear - a pad already attached to the inside. then it’s a thick sweatshirt, your sheriff’s boxers, and a gentle push towards the bed to get down to business - bedtime.

and when he gets you in his arms, you know rick won’t be letting you leave this bed anytime soon. not for watch, not for a gardening shift, or to organize the armory. you’ll be in bed resting as long as rick has anything to do with it.

[luminique]

how do u think lighter and the rest of SoC would act if his partner got their period? im talking like . really bad cramps that basically render them immobile and, of course, mood swings. i would love to see ur take on that…

i’m answering this now cuz i am literally going through period cramps like aughhhgdjsgskshajbs

i am so sure that lighter is PREPARED with these things. look no further than the Sons of Calydon, four girls. so when it comes to that time of the month, lighter is normally the one who’d have to go out to buy pads, tampons, painkillers, sweets and more.

the girls had all noticed that you weren’t outside, hanging out with them. they turned to lighter to ask him where you were and at first, he tried not to show that he was worried, brushing it off and saying that it’s probably nothing too bad. something in his head was telling him to go check up on you, maybe it was a gut feeling. either way, he slipped right past the girls (pretty obviously and they knew where he was going).

he knocked on your door, always waiting for a response. he could hear your shifting around in your bed and then your voice, weakly calling him in. you were all bundled up under the sheets but you clearly seemed uncomfortable. only with you, his body moves so naturally, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

“hey, everything alright?” his voice filled with worry, trying to not let it show though. his hand tries to reach for your arm but he pulls back, keeping it close to him.

“cramps,” your frustrated voice comes through the blanket. as if on command, he immediately stood up and ran out of the room, but came back in no time with a box full of essentials. he placed it on the ground, digging out the painkillers and a bottle of water.

“come here,” he called out to you gently, tugging on the blanket just a little. you begrudgingly sit up after a little bit of time, clearly grumpy and in pain. you take the medication from him, swallowing it up with the water. you weren’t in the best of moods, cranky and not wanting to do too much in this state and he understood that without saying much.

he grabs something small wrapped in plastic, rips it open and heats it up in his hands. he’s trying to signal to you with his eyes if he has permission to get under the covers with you, lifting up the blanket just a little. how could you say no? so you scoot over just a little, giving him enough space. once he was close to you, he placed the small packet near your abdomen, over your shirt. it was a heating pad, not too hot but not too cold.

you were slowly leaning back into the bed, the warmth of the heating pad and the painkillers beginning to work its magic. you could hear the sounds of metal clinging as lighter began to remove his jacket and gloves.

“it’ll help you feel better,” he murmured quietly as he got closer to you. partly true as that gave you warmth but it was more because he wanted to be close to you. not before long, you were able to sleep comfortably in his arms as you both cuddled the period pains away.

[vampykween]

i’m sorry but i am a period sex truther‼️

simon wouldn’t even be phased just a “if it helps ya feel better why not” and you’re so giddy because you weren’t expecting him to be into it. in fact you were preparing yourself for him to brush you off and have to deal with the disappointment.

your boyfriend is so diligent laying down towels for you and suddenly you’re feeling shy at the thought of him seeing you like this. he’s seen you on your period of course and he’s seen you naked, but having him look at you with that hungry look in your eye during your time of the month feels a little daunting.

you’re broken out of your thoughts when simon runs his hands up your legs, caressing your thighs softly; his method of wordlessly soothing you and it works like a charm. you take a deep breath as you feel him line himself up with your entrance and you brace yourself for the familiar feeling of him filling you completely.

simon takes your hand and tangles your fingers together, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand and questions, “ya ready baby?” words fail you so you simply nod enthusiastically. in one fell swoop he pushes into the tight heat of you and you both moan in unison at the feeling. you feel more sensitive right now, your gummy walls clamping down on him with every thrust. it doesn’t take long before you feel your orgasm building, white hot heat simmering inside of you. your boyfriend has his head buried in the crook of your neck and is groaning loudly and whispering in your ear about how tight you are and how much he loves the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock.

“si- baby…oh my god. i’m-“

“i know love, ‘ve gotcha”

simon’s hand trails down and rubs fervently at your throbbing clit, the lewd wet sound of your blood and arousal fill your ears and you momentarily feel like you should be disgusted but can’t even bring yourself to be. in no time your back is arching, body bowing as you hurdle right over the edge.

your chest is heaving and you feel sort of cockdrunk that you barely even notice simon pulling out and cleaning you up. you must’ve dozed off because when you wake you’re being scooped up and settled into a hot, bubbly bath. before the blonde man can pull away you grab his face in your hands and kiss him passionately. he was so good to you, how did you manage to get so lucky?

“i’m the lucky one love” you hadn’t realize you said that out loud, but you’re not even embarrassed at your admission. simon deserved to know how much you adored him.

[sunblchdfly]

cute coffee shop dates with with bob. it’s a cosy little place downtown. they sell books too so it gives you the feeling of a library almost. lots of windows for the natural light to come through. bob is wearing a black jumper, tucked into some light wash jeans. the simplest outfit, and you think he looks stunning. bob orders his small latte with honey, and whatever coffee/tea you wanted as well. you guys always get blueberry muffins too. you and bob sit in a secluded corner in the back. it’s away from the hustle and bustle, but still close enough to have the atmosphere of a coffee shop. usually you guys talk, he tells you about work and whatever prank jake pulled on him that week. or sometimes you guys just sit in silence and read. bob will hold your hand on the table and play with your fingers. it helps you stay focused, you told him. sometimes though, he can’t help but just stare at you while you read. he could watch you do nothing all day and still find you to be the most interesting and beautiful person on the planet.

[feinv]

My period started and all I want is JW to put his massive hand on my lower stomach and make the cramps go away.

(I didn’t get to see my IRL loving husband today because my cramps were absolutely pissers.)

-H

john wick x f!reader. period stuff. fluff & a loving husband <3

this man would be stressing more than you on your period cuz he knows your emotions are all over the place, and if last month all you wanted was to be left alone, it could be the complete opposite this time. either way, he always has a drawer of your favorite snacks ready and if you want something else he would be on his feet in a second and take his car keys, telling you he would be back in fifteen minutes.

obviously he got a heating pad for you, but it never did much help. you were convinced his hands would do the job better, and lucky for you, you were right. ;)

so when you two were cuddling in the bed in a weird position with a random tv show playing on the laptop, your body shifted closer to his as he spooned you from behind. you guided his hands under your shirt and onto your lower stomach. a contented sigh left your mouth at that, unsure if it was the feeling of his lips leaving soft kisses on your neck, or just the fact that he was a literal walking human furnace, and his warm hands felt so so nice against your exposed flesh, his thumb drawing soothing circles and grazing your belly button every now and then.

“feeling better?” he whispered in your ear as he felt your whole body relax, his usually stoic and harsh voice always so caring and affectionate towards you.

you mumbled something resembling a yes as you felt yourself dozing off in his arms, the excruciating pain finally fading away. <3

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

Can we have more daddy!steve please 🥺🥺🥺 pet names or how he would talk you through it?

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hi nonnie! you absolutely can, he’s my favourite rn, i love you too 😌😌✨✨

mdni 😌

this gif makes me feral and i always picture daddy!steve looking like this (bar the blood and bruising but woof)

so picture this, it’s foreplay. it’s the laying on the couch cuddling, watching a movie or some kind of late night chat show. snuggled into steve’s side and he’s playing absentmindedly with your hair, or running his fingers along your shoulder etc.

i’m thinking similarly to the first daddy!steve thought, of putting your firstborn to bed and he’s just feeling needy, no, desperate for you.

before you know it, he’s laid you out along the couch cushions, head resting on the arm as he works you to your own desperation with his mouth. he looks up at you (similar to the gif, woof) and his pupils are blown, lips swollen and glistening with you as he watches your every response.

“come on sweetheart.”

“please honey, give it to me.”

“that’s it baby, give me everything i need so i can fuck this mess away and fill you properly.”

you’re coming messily on his tongue, your fingers weaved tightly into the roots of his hair as his groans against you.

when he sits up, licking his lips dirtily; he holds his hand out. you take it shakily, your hands clammy from tugging his hair and the intense high he’d given you.

pulling you upstairs quietly, he checks in on your sleeping child first, turning back to you with a smile as he closes their door and pulls you into your own bedroom.

when he’s finally essentially ripped his sweats off and has your knees almost up by your chest, he’s so deep inside you that you can feel his pubic bone against yours, as he grinds his hips up slowly.

“gonna let me?” he’d whisper, forehead against yours as he leans down to kiss you.

“let you what?” you’d whisper back, eyelids fluttering at the deep, slow rutting he’s doing to you.

“let me fill you. right…here.” he’d push the head of his cock right against your cervix, holding it still intently so you knew exactly where he meant.

you’d nod eagerly me too, dropping your legs slightly to lock around his hips. he’d grunt so gutturally, pushing his lips against yours almost painfully as the rutting got a little faster.

with every bump against that one spot he was ready to fill, he’d bite his lip a little harder as he watched your eyes twinkle each time. you wanted it just as bad as he did, and he knew it.

“does it feel good? knowing you’re gonna take all of my fucking come? knowing you’re being daddy’s good fucking girl?” he would be close to a growl, turning himself on so much he was inching closer and closer to doing exactly what he said.

“i don’t wanna see a single drop coming out of you, you understand me?”

“you’re so pretty when you carry our baby, honey. look so fucking pretty full of us.”

i need to stop i’m horned

[uniquethingtastemaker]

So there’s a really, really good Rollo Flamme x Reader/MC/Yuu fanfic by @cheesus-doodles called Letters that I can’t get over. Like it’s too good. So good. I keep coming back to check on it every once in awhile, waiting for part two. However, I’m impatient and I fucking love the idea of Rollo deciding to steal MC away to like get back at Malleus.

Like that concept is so good!!

Now, I don’t mind writing my own fanfic of this concept…

However, I’m ashamed to say I haven’t actually played/seen the Glorious Masquerade event, so… that’s what I’ll be doing now

[starrylevi]

“Are you okay?” Levi asks you.

“No.”

“I know, you don’t look it. What’s wrong?”

“Everything is wrong, Levi. I’m exhausted…I wonder what it’s like to have a brain that functions the way it’s supposed to.”

His eyebrows furrow slightly. “Your brain is fine.”

“But that’s the thing, it’s not!” You say exasperatingly. “It’s wired differently and so it makes everything more difficult. I switch between three modes: Not wanting to exist, Surviving, and Beyond Surviving. Guess how much time I spend in each mode?”

Levi doesn’t say anything in response. His expression shows more concern than confusion this time.

“Fine, I’ll tell you. Most of my time is spent surviving. Some of my time is spent not wanting to exist. And just a little of my time is spent beyond suriving…what kind of life is that?”

Levi’s eyes look at you with sadness. “Not much of one, to be honest…but it’s yours and you only have one.” He counters.

“Well, I don’t even know if I want it half of the time. Y’know, someone told me that life is basically climbing mountains. You climb a mountain, which represents a challenge or obstacle, once you get to the top you enjoy the view for a moment…then you climb back down and do the same thing all over again. Rinse and repeat.”

Levi seems to identify with what you’re saying and he knows you’re frustrated right now but he needs to keep you from spiraling. He’s not letting you give up. That’s not the way. “It’s what we have to do, Y/N.” He says gently.

“And what if I don’t want to do anything? What if I don’t want to climb fucking mountains? What if I don’t want to constantly be challenged and given obstacles? What if I just want to sit at the top of the mountain and just be?”

Levi knows these feelings all too well…he’s wrestled with them a few times throughout his life but he’s continued to push through because that’s what you just do. And you’re going to do the same even if he has to do the pushing for you. You snap Levi out of his thoughts with your next statement.

“It would be so much easier if I just…”

“Stop.”

“But-“

“Stop.” He repeats sternly, his steel eyes boring into yours.

You grunt angrily. “You’re not even real, Levi!” You yell out at him. You’re not angry with him. You’re angry at the world, angry for the universe and your parents for putting you in this predicament, angry for placing you into a world that doesn’t accommodate you. “You are a 2-dimensional character I use to cope. There’s no way for you to actually soothe or help me. You. Are. Fictional.”

Your words don’t seem to phase him. He shrugs. “I’m real enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I’m real enough to you. Y/N. You are the one who brings me to life. You are the one who decides how real I should be. What does it matter if I’m not a real person?”

“It’s silly.”

“Who says it’s silly?”

“I don’t know, a bunch of people.”

“Well, fuck all of those people then. Just fuck them.” He states as if it’s obvious.

You sigh. “It doesn’t work that way, Levi…”

“So make it work that way. No one else is keeping you alive but yourself.”

“And you…” You say softly.

Levi shakes his head. “I don’t do anything. Like I said before, you’re the one who does the all the heavy lifting. I exist because you want me to. I function the way I do because you want me to.”

“So I control you?”

Levi rolls his eyes at that. “Don’t be a brat. What I’m saying is I’m just an outlet for you.”

You pause, thinking of his words. He’s not wrong. He’s just a character but he’s also not just a character because of you. “I wish you were real.” You admit sadly.

“I wish I were real too…for you.” He sighs as he runs a hand through his raven hair. “But it doesn’t matter if I’m real or not. I still occupy your brain. I still make you happy, that’s all that matters. As long as you let me live in your mind, I’m always going to be here for you.

You nod, not saying anything further.

“Okay?” He asks.

“Okay.”

“Good.”

[mysteriesmuse]

Cherry Mocha

You’d been really upset lately. Your period had snuck up on you and ruined a perfectly good sundress that’d you’d just purchased. And now, to top it all off, it was a rainy misty day that really only added to the atmosphere. You’d actively chosen to hole yourself up in your room that afternoon after spending the morning downstairs watching a terribly-narrated true crime documentary with a couple of your classmates. After that you went up and settled in amongst you duvet covers and huffed in discomfort as you scrolled through your phone. Your wrist jingled with the new bracelet that Katsuki had gifted you for your birthday. It was a pretty solid rose gold that complimented your skin and, on Katsuki’s birthday which was less than a week after yours, he procured a matching necklace chain that matched yours — except of course, yours had a little gold K.

The bracelet made you smile as you focused in on your freshly manicured hands which sported a fresh new color called cherry mocha, which glimmered the same color of Katsuki’s eyes in the sunlight. Katsuki had gone out with the boys this morning and you’d already texted once to ask if he’d pick up more ibuprofen for you on the way back and he’d already liked your message indicating that he’d pick some up for you. So whilst waiting, you took seized the rare opportunity of silence in the dorm to call your mother and check-in on your dog who’d recently gone to the vet and come back with a cone — a cone which seemed to exasperate your parents with a great sense of frustration and humor. After a nice phone call back home you sat around and awkwardly petted one of your stuffed animals that you placed in your lap to alleviate the cramps as you sat curled up in a fetal position.

At some point or another you must’ve dozed off because you awoke to rapt knuckles at your door and your phone buzzing away. Blearily your brain put together the pieces as you saw your boyfriends caller ID blinking up at you. You shouted, “It’s open, come in.” Immediately regretting the decision as you coughed a little your voice still recovering from sleep. Your boyfriend quickly threw open the door pill bottle in hand, “Took you damn long enough. I got your meds on the way back, if you need anything else just lemme know. I can run out and grab it for ya’”

You nodded, stretching your arms above your head as Katsuki placed the pill bottle down on the nightstand next to your near empty water bottle. You watched as he made a frown and silently picked it up and turned on his foot and exited the room with more carpeted thuds. A few minutes later he was back and you happily took your meds waiting for them to kick in. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Do y’need anything else?” He asked rubbing circles absent-mindedly on your knee. you shook your head, “no, I don’t need anything else right now, but I might want something . . .” you murmmered, eyes flickering over to the book on your nightstand. You tried to read it earlier but the migraine you’d been battling all day made it difficult to keep your eyes focused for too long even just to read a couple of lines.

It seemed Katsuki noticed how you glanced over and he lightly tapped your leg as he stood up reading your mind, “okay, scoot over. If I’m gonna read I ought to be comfy.” Although he practically grunted out the sentence, you happily shifted over more and helped hold up the blankets as he moved in beside you. You immediately closed your arm back over his torso and rested your head on his chest as he flicked open the book to the page you’d left on last. Katsuki was an excellent reader — oddly devoted to the characters and invested in the plot, as well as giving out random commentary and pausing at the right moments — as you both heaved a sigh at secondhand embarrassment or whatever overwhelming sense that took over from the characters actions. So you sat the rest of the afternoon sharing sips of your water bottle with Katsuki as he flipped the crisp pages of the new book in the series you were reading. And your eyes flicked from his ruby reds that were scanning the pages, to the cherry mocha of your nails, to thinking of the similiar and slightly ironic shade of blood that you were leaking right now.

[nobitchs-world]

How your period be hitting on the first day

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

I fear Chuuya is so real to me that I was yearning for him yesterday. I was thinking about how tenderly he would cup my cheek just because I’m home from work.

How he could scold me for not immediately removing my shoes so he could reach my lips better. My platforms, while nice and he loves having a taller woman, are removable. And he wants to be closer.

How he would’ve ordered takeout just because he thought it would be nice. And he is definitely passing the orange peel test.

He would absolutely grumble knowing you were testing him though and all you would do is giggle, sweetly kiss his cheek and tell him what an incredible man he is.

Chuuya is definitely dressing up for a bath too. That man has robes for every season and slippers to match. He’s got you both set up with candles and bath accessories. He’s also definitely the type to keep a necklace on through the bath.

He’s got it warmed and keeps to temp the whole time for you.

I just know he would be they type to hand you fruit if he’s seeing you reach for more junk food. He’s in your business and stopping you bad habits.

[devil-queen]

Thinking about how Levi would be such a good boyfriend while you’re on your period 😭

You would try your best not to sulk too much or act like a baby around him, you didn’t want to be too needy, didn’t want him to see you like that (you sometimes wished you were as independent and strong as he was all the time).. But he always knew when you got your period, sometimes even before you told him. The way you would start tossing and turning at night due to cramps or rubbing your sore lower back during the day. Being a little quieter than usual, a little more distant. Being a brat and suddenly catching an attitude or getting your feelings hurt for no reason 😭

“Hey.. what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Levi, it’s fine.” You looked away, not wanting to be rude to him just because you were feeling unwell but not wanting to ask for anything either.

Then it would click. He wouldn’t say anything, he would just walk away for a few minutes and come back with the perfect remedy for whatever you were going through. Whether it was a heating pad, pain meds, a warm cup of tea with your favorite book, your favorite comfort meal or treat, your pet to cuddle with. It’s like no matter what you needed in that moment, he would bring it. He would hand it to you or set it beside you without a word, walking away and letting you indulge in it on your own for a couple of minutes. Let the heating pad warm you up or your favorite treat cheer you up a bit. Then, in a few minutes he would come back, bend down to place a kiss on your brow and gently brush his fingers through your hair. Maybe rubbing light circles down your lower back if you were laying down.

“Feeling better?”

“…… yeah….. thank you”, you say sheepishly, looking away from him. Embarrassed that you just wanted him to take care of you deep down but didn’t wanna ask.

“Can I sit with you? Or you need some alone time?”

You patted the spot next to you gently and smiled up at him. He would sit close to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. You would always lean into his touch and fit perfectly in his arms, loving how his strong arms felt wrapping around you. You always felt so safe and warm with him. Then, the next few days wouldn’t be so bad. No matter how bad your symptoms were, he was there to make it better. He would be even more caring and considerate than usual. Running you a steamy shower every night with your favorite candle lit and washing your hair for you if you didn’t feel up for it. Giving you gentle massages and extra kisses and cuddles without you having to ask. He was always more affectionate when you were on your period because he knew the level of comfort it brought you, and nothing made him happier than seeing the little blush and smile that swept across your pretty face every time he gave you this extra attention. He would do it a million times over if he had to, he would do anything for you.

((After the first 3 months of you being together he started taking note of the exact dates so he wouldn’t catch your bratty attitude without being prepared 😭 poor Levi lmfao))

[leonw4nter]

ehe :3 [walks onstage and nervously taps mic] y’all um… turns out I’m a lot more exhausted than I thought I am :3 and my brain needs some time to chill before I work on writing again so I really get the best ideas so it’ll be like… a few more days before I get back to regular fic postinggg :) sorry for the inconvenience huhu ik some of y’all we’re waiting aaaa :’(

[dark-elf-writes]

me: 😡 why head hurt!?

Also me: *doesn’t wear my glasses, looking at my phone two inches from my face for hours, would rather die than turn on a big light for anything*

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

Reading the original reanimator novel is wild because it’ll just be standard sci-fi horror shenanigans for a few chapters and then there’s a random extremely racist rant about a black boxer that the duo was experimenting on only for the book to just move on entirely and go back to its standard sci fi horror shenanigans

[redbleedingrose]

Thinking about kissing every inch of Azriel’s scarred hands till he is flushing at the top of his pointed ears 🥺🥺🥺😚😚😚🥰🥰🥰

And then comparing hand sizes because I just know his would encase mine. 😮‍💨

And also buying matching rings with him ✨

And just holding hands with him at all times because I’m a clingy touchy girl and he would just eat it up 🤭

And sucking his fingers as he fucks me dumb

And how his hand would be my favorite necklace