#donald oberman ji

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Fluffy!scenario of mr. Don / taka / yamato and cliffordtaking care of his small and chubby fem s/o with really bad cramps?? 💕

I’m going to start posting slowly... I think I have about 15 left to write, but as I’ve been saying, it’s been slow going lol

Here you are!

Donald Oberman Jr.

He didn’t want to admit the panic that welled as he stared down at your diminutive form curled tightly in his bed. He hated seeing you in pain. Unfortunately, he had no idea what to do.  You were the first woman he’d ever cared about and the first he’d allowed to stick around for any period of time.  Female issues were a new, confusing world for him.

However, he was man enough not to hide or dismiss them.  And it didn’t bother him, he just didn’t know what to do.  He didn’t want to ask and seem stupid, but in the end, what else could he do?  You were suffering and he was going to put a stop to it.  “What do you need?”  Don’s voice came out more like a bark than he intended, but he was sure you wouldn’t take it to heart.

“Heat?” You muttered, turning your face into the pillow.

Heat… Heat he could do.  As an athlete he had all sorts of hot and cold packs and with more hurry than he usually bothered with, he went about preparing a hot bean bag.  When he returned to the bedroom, you were exactly where he left you and so he climbed into the big bed next to you, setting the heated bag on the quilt. With only minimal effort on his part, he got you up and in his lap, curling around you with his bulk and then placed the heated bean bag in your lap.  “Heat.”

Cuddling back against him, you laughed softly and set about positioning the heat pad correctly. “Love you.”

Don kissed the top of your head. “Back at ya.”

 Honjo Taka

Some might call him strange, mostly other guys, but Taka preferred to be prepared for any situation, and if this meant tracking your cycle, then so be it.  That being said, he absolutely neglected to tell you of the little calendar he keeps hidden in his room on purpose.

It meant that when the debilitating pain hit you, he was prepared.  Surprise overcame you when he set a loaded tray down on the coffee table before you.  Without a word, he disappeared again, leaving you to look over the tray.  

It looked like a specially made care package – pain killers, tea, water, various sweets and snacks, including your favorite chocolate which was absurdly expensive.  You wondered just where it all came from and why he seemed to have it lying around.  He didn’t even like sweets and he always muttered when you saved up your allowance to by the overly expensive chocolate.

Taka reappeared, a blanket over one arm.  Caught up in it all, you couldn’t even react when he shook the blanket out and then wrapped it around you shoulders.  When he straightened, his eyes ran down you and then he nodded.  “Better?”

You snuggled into the blanket, which smelled like him, a scent you loved.  You felt better, even if the pain did throb in your lower belly.   “Only missing one thing.”

Taka’s brow furrowed in slight dismay and you could practically hear his brain whirling to figure out what he could possibly have forgotten.  “What?”

You giggled and reached out to grab his hand to tug.  “You, of course!”

He blinked rapidly before sighing a little and allowing you to drag him down onto the couch.  Without any prompting he reached out and curled around your curvy body, automatically snuggling into your softness.  “You should have taken the painkillers first.”

Oops.

 Yamato Takeru

“Unnnng,” you moaned, flopping onto you bed, wishing it would open up and swallow you so you didn’t have to suffer anymore.

“Babe??”  Takeru’s voice echoed down the fall, his heavy step following as a rapid pace. The second he saw you, your face scrunched in pain, he panicked.  “What’s the matter?  Are you okay?”

Cracking an eye open, you peered at him for a moment and then sighed.  Every time… “It’s that time of the month and it hurts…”

Takeru immediately turned red and looked away.  This made you grumble sullenly and roll onto your side and curl into a ball.  

“I’m sorry,” a soft murmur crawled over you as a large, warm body lied down behind you and wrapping its arms around your plump waist.  He lay gentle kisses along your shoulder and set a hand on your lower belly to rub circles. “I never know how to react or what to do and I don’t like it when you hurt.  I wish I could take the pain for you.”

He ran so hot that his body heat immediately sunk into you, and it made you feel better while you waited for the painkillers to kick in.  You liked it when he touched you, even when you felt gross.  “You wouldn’t be able to handle it,” you tease, sighing as he kissed the skin behind your ear.

You could feel his pout against your skin and laughed.  “I could…. Maybe,” he protested.  “What can I do?”

Humming, you relaxed into him. “Just stay like this for a while.”

“For as long as you want,” he promised, nuzzling close.

  Clifford D. Lewis

He saw the pallor of your skin and the cringes that crossed over your face even as you slipped your hand into his as the pair of you left the university.  You were doing your best at hiding it, but he could see it all too well. And he knew what it meant.

You were white by the time you reached his upscale apartment and he wouldn’t tolerate anymore.  Without a word, Clifford bent and scooped you into his arms the moment you both stepped into the building.  You yelped, and then wiggled in protest.  “Put me down!  What are you doing? ��I’m way too heavy.”

The look he sent you was condescending at best, and he meant it – you should know by know that you were perfect for him and that he could easily carry you, no matter how big you thought you were.  “You’re in pain.  Stay still, we will be home soon.”

Wiggling was useless and thankfully, you saw that quickly.  There was little you could do but relax and lay your head against his broad, well-muscled shoulder.  Clifford kissed your forehead in reward as he stepped into the empty elevator.

He had to put you down to get his door open, but immediately scooped you up again.  He carried you to the bathroom where he put you down again. Stepping around you, he bent and turned on the faucet to the rather sumptuous bath and toyed with it until it was a satisfactory temperature.

You were a little confused, since you didn’t think a bath was on the docket.  “Why are you filling the tub?”

A blond eyebrow rose.  “You’ll feel better clean and the warmth will help the pain.  Get undressed.”  He turned towards the cabinet and began rustling around in it.

It took you a few moments to recognize what was going on and when you did you glared at him half-heartedly. “You’re so bossy… I’m fine you know!”

“Hm,” was all he said in reply, turning around, two white pills and a cup of water in his hand.  

You were forced to take the pills, and you were secretly glad for them, since the cramps had hit you out of nowhere at school when you weren’t prepared.  But letting him win…

Soft lips pressed to yours, drawing you out of your reverie.  Clifford looked down at you smirking, and reached out to take the hem of your shirt in hand.  “Too late now.”

You didn’t even bother to fight him.