#leg cramps remedy

[pregnancycounselors]

Understanding Leg Cramps during Pregnancy: Causes and Remedies

Learn about causes & effective remedies of leg cramps during pregnancy. Discover helpful tips & preventive measures for managing leg cramps.

[tarzantips]

What Is the Best Natural Remedy for Leg Cramps?

Sudden, involuntary contractions of the muscles that cause leg cramps can be extremely painful. Whether they occur at night or after hard work, it is necessary to discover a reliable natural cure.

Let's look at a few easy but effective ways to help you say goodbye to leg cramps and welcome comfort back into your life.

What is the best natural remedy for leg cramps?

1. Hydration Matters

Avoiding leg cramps requires drinking enough water. Muscles may contract uncontrollably due to an electrolyte imbalance brought on by dehydration. Make it a habit to stay hydrated throughout the day, particularly if you are doing physically demanding activities that cause you to sweat.

2. Bananas (Nature's Potassium Boost)

Potassium deficiency may worsen cramping because it is necessary for healthy muscle function. Tasty and convenient sources of potassium are bananas. Including this potassium-rich fruit in your diet on a regular basis may help preserve the electrolyte balance required for healthy muscles.

3. Magnesium-Rich Foods

Magnesium is essential for both the contraction and relaxation of muscles. Consume foods high in magnesium, such as whole grains, nuts, seeds, and leafy green vegetables. If necessary, take magnesium supplements after speaking with a medical expert.

4. Stretching Exercises

Leg cramps can be prevented and treated with regular stretching. Include basic stretches into your daily routine, paying particular attention to the muscles that are prone to cramping. Leg cramps during the night can be avoided in particular by stretching before bed.

5. Warm Baths with Epsom Salt

A mixture of magnesium and sulfate, Epsom salt is a calming treatment for cramping in the legs. Soak your legs for fifteen to twenty minutes after dissolving Epsom salts in warm bath water. Through the skin, the magnesium in the Epsom salts can be absorbed, which helps to relax the muscles.

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6. Gentle Massage

A leg cramp can be instantly relieved with massage, and it can also help to avoid them in the future. Apply consistent pressure while gently massaging the afflicted muscle in a circular motion. This helps ease tense muscles and boost blood circulation.

7. Heat and Cold Therapy

Leg cramps can be relieved by applying heat or cold therapy to the afflicted area. To relax your muscles and reduce inflammation, use an ice pack or a warm towel. Try out both approaches to see which one suits you the best.

8. Foot Exercises

By using simple foot exercises to strengthen your leg muscles, you can prevent leg cramps. Try toe-pointing and flexing, toe-tapping, and rotating your ankles. You can do these carefully throughout the day to provide relief beforehand.

What vitamin is lacking for leg cramps?

Leg cramps can be caused by several things, and while a particular vitamin deficiency is rarely the only reason, a lack of certain vitamins and minerals can worsen cramping because they are involved in muscle function.

Magnesium is one of the essential minerals that is frequently connected to muscle cramps. A lack of magnesium can cause cramps and increased muscle nervousness because it is needed for both muscle activity and a sense of calm

Apart from magnesium, other minerals that are required for healthy muscle function include potassium and calcium. On the other hand, those who eat a balanced diet are less likely to experience deficiencies in these minerals.

Looking for advice from a physician can help identify the underlying cause of recurrent leg cramps. To determine your mineral levels and spot any deficiencies, they might advise blood testing.

Certain people find that taking dietary supplements or changing their diet to include more foods high in magnesium provides relief from cramps. Never forget that it's important to maintain balance because taking too much of any one vitamin or mineral can also have unfavorable effects.

[beomie3]

lavender - choi yeonjun

boyfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader

content: established relationship, period sex, yeonjun pampers you after being in pain from cramps all day, runs you a lavender bath, soothes your period cramps with a special remedy ;)

warning: fluff & smut, cursing, bath sex, cream pie, fingering, cramps </3, extreme princess treatment <3

wc: 2.5k

♫ lavender - laundry day

“junieeeeeeee” your voice comes out muffled from under your pillow, face stuffed in it as a strong wave of cramps tighten in your abdomen.

your face is scrunched as tight as you can get it, fists clenched around the linen of the pillowcase, wrinkling it in the same spot all day as your cramps came and went as they pleased.

“another one baby?” he runs out from the kitchen, hand towel thrown over his shoulder as he was just preparing you soup for dinner, despite you not having much of an appetite all day.

he comes over to where you laid on the couch, kneeling down next to you and examining your face, a worried pout on his cute lips.

he cupped your face in his palm, his fingers coming up to stroke your hair.

“i’m so sorry,” his eyebrows furrowed, wanting to do everything in his power to help you and hating that he couldn’t just magically make the cramps disappear with the snap of his fingers.

you admitted that the sight of his handsome face briefly distracted you from the anguish, just focusing into the depths of his eyes and letting their deep brown magic entrance you.

just then, you noticed the shape of his eyes change from worrisome to intrigued, like an idea just sparked his mind.

“let me take care of this,” he slightly tilted his head toward you, eyes tentatively searching yours. “okay, baby?”

you nodded, a tiny smile appearing on the corner of your lip as he fiddled with the ends of your hair.

"come here," he cooed, leaning down to scoop you up in his arms, hands sliding beneath your shoulder blades, his chest pressing into yours as you inhaled his fresh scent.

"up we go," he lifted you so that your chest was pressed to his, legs wrapped around his hips, chin resting against his shoulder; body limp in his arms. he carried you down the dim hallway of your shared apartment and into the bedroom, where he laid you down onto the fluffy sheets, still unmade from this morning.

he covered you with the sheets as you curled up into a ball on the bed, quickly running into the bathroom and you heard the squeak of the faucet followed by the cascade of water in the tub. he was running you a warm bath; exactly what you needed.

the white noise of running water in the distance was so soothing, you could’ve dozed off for a while. he was taking a bit longer than usual to run this bath, you admitted. so much longer, that you began to wonder what he was doing in there.

he came back into the room with your fluffy white robe and your slippers, bringing a genuine smile to your lips at his thoughtfulness.

“let me help you love,” he helped you sit up, a gentle hand on your lower stomach softly adding pressure in small circular motions. he helped you slide out of your clothes from today, technically still your pajamas since it was an incredibly lazy day.

you noticed his eyes linger on your chest for a second longer, knowing he couldn’t never resist the sight of your soft, bare chest.

he caught your eye and his cheeks turned the slightest hue of scarlet, helping you into your cozy robe; so much better. leaving your underwear on so you wouldn’t stain the sheets, you sat at the edge of the bed.

“ready? here let me carry you there,” his arms were already extended out to you and you weakly laughed.

“yeonjun- i can walk you know…” you scooted to the edge of the bed, and just as you were going to stand up, a cramp hit you right in the guts. the worst one of today.

you immediately curled back into your ball from earlier, and he knew right away when he saw you clutch your stomach.

“oh baby,” he laid next to you, eyebrows furrowed, lips pouting. he knew you needed space in this moment, so he offered his hand as something you could squeeze while your cramps subsided.

his hands were always so soft, so delicate. you even felt bad squeezing them too hard.

“never mind, i probably can’t walk,” your voice came out small, followed by a weak laugh.

“the warm water will feel nice,” he softly pecked your neck, just under your ear.

picking you up softly, barely enough to even know you were being picked up at all if it weren’t for your eyes fluttering open; he carried you through the dim hallway again, gently kicking the bathroom door open.

you expected the lights to be on, but the bathroom was dim; only orange flickers casted against the wall by candlelight.

he carefully set you down back onto your feet and you admired what he had done. the bath was filled with bubbles and rose petals, accompanied by a tray of your favorite snacks and drinks. scented candles flickering enough to light the bath. it was exactly what you needed.

kneeling to the ground, yeonjun held you by your hips to keep you standing while he helped slip off your underwear. his eyes were tender on you, gently tracing your hip bones as he hooked a finger under the elastic of you underwear and slipped it off slowly.

you couldn’t help but feel a gentle heat grow in between your legs. he knew what he was doing, that’s for damn sure.

“c’mon baby i’ll help you in,” he stood up slowly, towering over you, eyes never leaving yours. like they were undressing you, although you were already naked.

he took each of your hands, leading you to the bathtub, there to help you balance as you stepped in, one foot at a time.

the water wasn’t scalding hot, but it was hot enough to make you sigh in relief. a slightly painful but pleasurable burn.

he helped lower you to the water inch by inch until you were totally in, bubbles fluffing up around your body. you inhaled the soothing lavender scent of the steam: he had added lavender oil and a purple bath bomb to the water. he is so special.

he stayed there with you, kneeling by the side of the bathtub. not much was said, but a lot of looks were interchanged. his eyes were tender, small smile on his lips.

he sat crisscross on the rug on the other side of the bath, hands gently sloshing the bubbles over your skin, fingers massaging the knots in your shoulders. his kind energy flowed throughout you.

the hot water is so soothing against your aching belly and tense muscles. every month, he always treats you, gives you what you deserve and no less.

he lathers a loofah up with oatmeal-lavender soap, gently rubbing it in circles against your wet skin. the sensation is so relaxing you could drift off into a deep sleep.

he gently moves a piece of your hair that had fallen out of your updo with the gentle trace of his touch. he is so gentle with you.

you watch him as he is busy washing you up, love sparking in the depths of your eyes. how did you find such an all-around amazing and caring man?

you’re attentive to his hand that is resting on your thigh underwater, rubbing circles on your knee with the swipe of his thumb.

“junie,” your voice echoes from the pink tile of your bathroom. his eyes glow as they meet yours, 100% of his attention on you at an instant.

you don’t say anything else but lean forward to kiss him. he kisses you back with so much passion, like he’s been dying to kiss you this entire time but didn’t want to disrupt your peace.

he gently scrubs the soap around your chest, abandoning the loofah and using his bare hand to rub the slick foam over the soft, tender skin. he knows your boobs are sore because of your period, so he is extra gentle.

the heat immediately returns to your aching core, making the urge even worse. you need him.

“i need you,” you whisper against his lips and he knows what to do before you even speak any further. he sits up, quickly slipping his black tank top off, hair tousled by the material.

“oh baby, i’ll make you feel so good,” he leans into the kiss, sensing his hand trail even closer to your heat, throbbing by now with how badly it ached for him. you’re so wet, even underwater.

his tongue enters your mouth as his fingers meet your bundle of nerves, so sensitive that you slightly jolt with the pressure.

you let your head fall back onto the shower wall as you sigh in bliss and he kisses your neck, rubbing delicious circles over your clit. he knows exactly what pace you need.

“that’s it love, relax,” he kisses the place under your ear as he watches you melt into his touch, mouth slightly agape in pleasure.

your mouth widens into an o-shape when he slowly sinks one finger into you, entering you with ease with how slick you are.

his kisses are soft against your neck, perfect lips caressing your skin. not too rough yet not too faint. his precise kisses make the pleasure all the more intense. his other hand gently fondled your breasts, thumbs soft over your perked-up nipples.

you were climbing up the mountain of pleasure, but some horny monster inside of you needed something more. something bigger.

“yeonjun i… need you so bad,” you managed to speak through gritted teeth. his fingers felt so good but you felt so greedy in this moment. you could sense the orgasm; how much more intense it would be if you were wrapped around his cock.

“whatever you want, my love,” he presses a kiss to your forehead and you sense that a grin had spread across his face at hearing your words.

he stands and your eyes follow, watching him untie the strings of his sweatpants, dropping them to the floor to discover a stiff imprint that sticks out through his boxers.

your legs squeeze together under the water; you just can’t wait to sit on him, feel the delicious stretch. oh you couldn’t wait.

it’s like he’s teasing you with how slowly he removes his boxers, just waiting for his member to spring up and out when he removes them completely. and sure enough, it slaps up against his abdomen, tip dark red and so ready for you.

you scoot over so that he can step into the warm water, watching the bubbles slosh around when he sits all the way down. he helps you maneuver yourself so that he’s sitting up, legs stretched out in the tub and you’re straddling him, chest pressed to his.

like magnets, your lips reunite and continue what they were doing before, just this time you grind against him, bodies doing all the talking.

some of the lavender oil yeonjun added to the water helps you slide against one another’s skin, the feeling simply addictive as you sense his tip nudge against your throbbing clit.

he senses your urgency and pulls back from the kiss, glancing down at himself; he is rock hard but this isn’t about him. it’s about your pleasure. that’s what he’s all about.

“wanna sit down on it? hm?” his words make your heart race and you nod, nearly feverish with just how badly you want him. he guides you with a firm grasp on your waist, helping you lift up your hips as you align yourself with his tip.

sliding down onto him completely bare, you thought you could explode. you felt every single vein, pulse, twitch. it felt so good against your sore and aching walls.

“oh god yeonjun,” you were nearly speechless once you sat down all the way onto him, feeling his tip kiss the depths of your walls. he felt so full, but the stretch was so amazing, such a good ache.

his eyes were full of need but he was so patient and let you take the time to adjust to his size. he wanted you to use him, pleasure yourself with him. his soft fingers over your skin was entrancing, cock pulsating within you even though you hadn't even begun to move.

“knock yourself out baby,” he held your chin with his fingers, kissing your lips gently and you felt you would go insane with the sound of those words echo throughout the bathroom.

with two hands on his chest to keep you stable, you begin to ride him. starting off slow, and then picking up the pace when you adjusted to his size a bit better. god did he feel amazing around your aching walls.

the eye contact you made could make you orgasm all on its own. his fierce eyes staring up at you and boarding into your soul, mouth agape as he moaned and encouraged you to ride his cock until your hearts content.

he knew a good orgasm would help and oh god are you close. he had already edged you slightly before this, the build-up was so satisfying.

you were in a daze; body still a bit limp and weak from all of the pain you experienced today yet you rode him with passion, feeling your entire body melt around him. he sensed your walls tense up and you threw your head back, eyes shut as you felt his every pulse and throb.

you bounced on him more aggressively now and in his eyes, you were the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. the way your head was thrown back pleasuring yourself with him, your pretty moans echoing throughout the dim bathroom, candlelight gleaming against your skin like silk.

lavender bath water sloshed and some spilled over and out but neither of you cared. he just watched you and guided you with a firm grip on your waist and you climbed to your orgasm until it hit you like a truck.

a few more rolls of your hips and his tip massaged against your g-spot one last time until a loud slew of moans echoed throughout the bathroom and your body tensed. it was an earth-shattering orgasm. your muscles fluttered all around him sporadically and it drove him to his climax, catching his moans with a deep kiss as he spilled inside of you.

the sensation was so warm and fuzzy within you so much so that your body just collapsed onto his chest. every ache and pain completely left your abdomen and you swore you were in heaven.

his arms wrapped around you as his soft lips kissed your forehead repeatedly, whispering sweet things into your hair as you huffed in unison. he was your everything.

~

the night went as follows: he cleaned you up and wrapped you in a warm linen towel, carrying you to bed where he helped you into some fresh jammies (his oversized t-shirt and basketball shorts). of course, he brought you your soup and a heating pad just in case, along with some of your favorite sea salt chocolate and some ice cream <3 you both watched movies the rest of the night, and you knew he'd help your every need, no matter how messy it got ;)

author's note: thank you so much for reading!!! and thank you so so much for over 900 followers and for the endless support, you each mean so much to me <33333

[golden1u5t]

home remedy | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: spencer's a genius, he knows everything and one thing's he's learned is that orgasms help with cramps.

you lay underneath spencer, legs spread wide open for him as his hips rutted into yours, cock slipping in and out of your cunt with ease. you could feel the pain of your cramps slipping away with each thrust of his hips.

"are you still cramping?" his voice was shaky as he felt your walls start to clench around his cock, he placed his head in the crook of your neck and pressed a soft kiss to the skin.

"no- oh god no!" you whined, your hips lifting off the bed as you got closer to your release. groans spilled from his lips as your nails scratched down his back, leaving red streaks that would probably sting later on.

your legs tightened around his waist as his cock pressed against the spongy spot it seemed only he could reach. he thrust into you harder as he got closer to his own release, pushing you over the edge of your own orgasm. spencer groaned into your neck as his cock twitched, filling the condom he was wearing with cum.

you both lay there trying to catch your breath as spencer's hips stilled, you could feel his body relax and his weight drop on your body.

a few moment passed before spencer pulled out and moved off your body, he turned his head to look at you. "let me know when you're cramping again, i'll be glad to help you again."

[divyaayushcare1]

[sabersandsnipers]

Drabbles: Reader is Sick or in Pain

Gortash

Enver Gortash considers himself a very busy man, but still finds himself wanting to spend every free moment he has at your side. And he feels anger. Anger at the fact that he can’t cure you instantly. Sure, there are spells to heal wounds and cure disease, but nothing for a simple cold. 

He’s in and out of your shared chambers throughout the day to check on you. He walks in after a particularly time consuming event only to find you buried under the covers, a cough bursting from you every minute or so. Your congested breathing causes his heart to ache. He wishes he could take the pain for you. 

He pulls back the covers a bit to take in your beautiful features. Your eyelashes flutter at the sudden brightness. He places his hand on your forehead. The warmth of them feels good against your skin, and you lean into his touch. 

He can’t help himself, he leans down and presses his lips to yours. Your hands find their way to his chest. He waits for the feel of your palms sliding over his skin, but instead you give him a slight push away. 

“No, you’ll get sick,” you say, eyes staring up at him. 

“I think I’ll live,” he responds, grinning. Then he climbs right into bed with you, robes and all. 

Astarion 

Astarion had all but forgotten what it was like to get ill. In all his two hundred years of living as a vampire, he had never gotten sick. It was perhaps the only perk of becoming such a creature. 

So when you fall ill, he delves into every book he can find on helping with fevers, flus, and everything inbetween. He also visited Shadowheart and Halsin, hoping they could help provide some remedies for you. 

The stomach flu is currently what has you in its clutches. Every hour, your stomach rolls and empties what little content is left. Astarion is right there by your side every time. He holds your hair back and uses his cold fingers to trace along your neck. 

Every time you get sick, your body flushes with heat. Sweat gathers on your forehead and your body shakes with fever. Astarion notices your struggle, and will pull you into his cool chest for relief. 

The feel of his cold skin against yours brings a sigh of relief from your lips. His chest is firm yet smooth, and grounds you against the pain you feel. And he’s more than happy to help you. He prays to whatever gods you believe in that you will recover soon. 

Halsin 

Your cycle is here earlier than its supposed to be, and it’s here in full force as well. The pain in your lower abdomen is blinding, radiating to your lower back and digging in its claws wherever it can. Curling up into a ball and applying heat when it’s available is the only relief you can find. 

Halsin paces in your shared tent, gathering whatever remedies he can to help you. Something you didn’t realize about Halsin until you shared a tent by the way, was that when in private, he’s always naked. Usually watching his massive frame do such gentle work has you craving his touch. But today, the pain takes over. 

“My heart, what has helped you the most with your pain?” he asks, leaning down to lightly brush a strand of hair out of your face. 

“Heat,” you respond, leaning into the warmth of his touch. 

He smiles. “I think I can help with that.” 

He scooches in behind you, pulling you back so you’re flush with his chest. One of his magnificently large hands snakes over your lower abdomen, pressing down so waves of warmth radiate towards the spasms and cramps that won’t leave you be. He’s not done yet either. He nudges a large, muscled thigh between your legs, right up against your core. The heat from him soothes the soreness you feel there. 

“Oh gods,” you sigh, moving your hips back to get as close to him as you can. 

Halsin groans. “Careful, little one. I need you to rest, and it’s hard to let that happen when you move like that.” He twitches against your bottom. 

You grin. Even in this condition, he still can’t help but find you irresistible. 

[dfortrafalgar]

Withdrawal

Four days off your hormone birth control pill left you with one unexpected side effect.

Law x Fem Reader

Warnings: MATURE 18+, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS INTERACTING WITH THIS POST WILL BE BLOCKED, this is all smut like pureee smut, every generic smut tag needed is here, pinv sx, biting, dry humping, creampie, unprotected sex (dont), biting, wet and messy, etc etc bless

Also Posted on AO3

It had been a mere 4 days since you stopped taking a daily hormone pill to control your crippling period cramps.  After all, it was near impossible to get a hold of the same medicines aboard a submarine that spent ninety percent of its time hundreds of meters below the ocean’s surface.  As such, you exhausted the six-month supply of the tiny pills that you had brought with you when you joined the Heart Pirates, slowly counting down the days when you would inevitably run out.

You had discussed your waning pill count with Ikkaku on multiple occasions, and she relayed you with her own experiences in her teenage years.

“When I stopped taking hormone pills, my period lasted for, like, two weeks before it became regular again!” she had said, throwing her hands in the air in an exasperated display as she recounted her memories.  “It sucked.  My cramps were really bad, too, but they got a bit better overtime.”

You had assumed, due to very little knowledge otherwise, that your experience would be largely the same.  It made sense in the few biology books you had studied during your downtime spent on the floor in the crew library.  You would cease taking your daily pill, your hormones would fluctuate as your body adjusted to the lack of a steady balance, and eventually you would go back to living life as you did years before you began your regimen.  You read up on a few additional side effects along with heavier and longer bouts of bleeding and increased amounts of bloating and general discomfort.  Mostly changes in body mass and occasional reports of differing mental symptoms, which you had readied yourself for as your supply turned into a week's worth, and then down to a single pill, and then nothing at all.

You had Law, your sweet, awkward, broomstick of a boyfriend, to pull on his metaphorical physician’s coat and help you out when needed, as well.  He told you, based on his own research (that he didn’t start until after you told him you were down to only two months left of pills), that he could administer remedies if you had bad cramp flare ups or serious, debilitating bleeding.  He followed his reassurance with a tender kiss to your cheek as you smiled at him, thanking him for his generosity and understanding.

You swallowed your last pill 4 days ago.  So far, none of the symptoms you had prepared yourself for had made themselves known.  No bloating, no period (yet), no fluctuating mental state, no change in weight.

Instead, starting 24 hours after your first pill-less day, you were plagued with intense, irreparable horniness, which had now gone on for 3 entire days.

Three days.  72 hours of a persistent wetness between your thighs, a constant warmth fluttering deep within the recesses of your gut that had you clenching around nothing at all hours of the day.  You were able to perform your work just fine, but every time Law would pass by you in the hallway, his fleeting touches would leave electric sparks through your boiler suit, his metal-tinged smell lingering in your nostrils more than usual, his golden irises etching themselves into your eyelids.  You were acutely aware of the sensation of dampness increasing between your legs whenever he made contact with you, which was very, very often.

You and Law had fucked before.  You fucked as often as you could, which, given your respective roles aboard a pirate submarine, was only about once a week, twice if you were lucky (and this was already more often than Law could’ve ever anticipated).  You were no stranger to the primal want that made you salivate, endlessly craving the calloused touch of your boyfriend’s lanky fingers against your hips.

But this, the unabashed depravity that started after you stopped your hormone pills, was on a completely different level.  Each day seemed to get worse, more unbearable.  It was as if your body was screaming at you to pursue your lover and beg him to dick you as deep into his mattress as he possibly could.  The mere thought made your face flush with blood.  During the times where you were left alone in Law’s bed while he was out being a captain, you tried to tend to your needs with your fingers.  You managed once to make yourself cum three times in a row without feeling any sense of relief.  Post-orgasm euphoria would instantly be replaced with more intense lust and longing, leaving you frustrated and bewildered.

Had you told him about this?  No, of course not.  Had he asked you about your condition in the days following your cessation?  Yes, multiple times.  He was constantly pleased with your content, “I feel great!” responses, and didn’t press the issue further, knowing you would come to him if you started to feel discomfort.

But this was a ‘discomfort’ that made your pride as a pirate, as a strong, semi-independent woman, waver ever so slightly.  Simply because you weren’t really keen to beg like a pathetic animal in heat.  (That had only happened once in the bedroom between you and your stone-cold captain-turned-boyfriend, and not only had the words that left your mouth embarrass you to a previously unknown degree, but they left Law feeling unbelievably awkward.  The two of you ended up not having sex and instead simply falling asleep.)

Unbeknownst to you, however, your inner, wet, sweaty turmoil started to be noticed by the crew due to your wavering performance.  You were spacing out far more than usual, keeping your head bowed consistently, contrasting your former upbeat, hardworking, and friendly personality.  Multiple times, fingers had to be snapped in your face to grab your attention from the clutches of daydreams that had your eyes glazed over.

And what the crew picked up on, Law would pick up on, if he didn’t notice it first.

Four days.  Four days of this.

Your watch shift had ended for the day, allowing you to retreat to the captain’s quarters that you shared with Law, shedding your boiler suit for comfortable loungewear, excited to get off your feet and relax in bed with a book you had started in an attempt to distract your mind from your perverted thoughts.  You had just barely opened the page before the heavy steel door opened, revealing your boyfriend to you as he stepped into the room, closing and locking the hatch behind him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, plainly.  His face showed no expression, which was usual, but the aura he radiated sent a nervous chill down your spine.  It was somewhere along the tightrope between concerned and mildly frustrated.

“Yeah, why?” you responded, a fleeting attempt to match his energy.  You tucked your knees to your chest as the taller man approached the bed, flopping onto it and sitting cross-legged before you.

“It seems like you’ve been a lot more spacy these past few days.  Some of the crew told me it appeared that your work has been lacking, and I was wondering if it had something to do with your pill withdrawal.”

You bit the inside of your bottom lip, anxiously digging through your scrambled thoughts for a proper answer.  Before you had a chance to respond, however, Law continued speaking.

“If you’re feeling any signs of negative mental health, I want you to tell me right away.  I’m being serious, any signs of depression, anxiety, intense stress, nightmares–”

“I’m not depressed, Law, I promise,” you reassured.  This wasn’t a lie, you really weren’t depressed.  You were slightly anxious, yes, and definitely stressed due to the constant feeling of a throbbing pulse within your clit every single time you sat down, but you weren’t depressed.

“Something is clearly bothering you, though.  I’m here to help you.”

His affirmations once again made you falter.  Your eyes stayed glued to his, afraid to look anywhere else.

“I…” you began, voice low and wispy.  “I don’t really know how to say it…”

Your response made Law’s eyebrows cock in confusion.  “Say… what?”

You finally discarded your book to the side table, leaving your empty hands to fidget with each other.  “Uhm… what’s been bothering me.”

“Is it something that I can help you with, or is it something that you feel you have to manage on your own?”

Curse Law’s analytical prowess.  Sometimes you wished his rare moments of being a dorky airhead were more common, especially in situations like this.  Swallowing your pride, you replied, “The first one, I hope.”

“You hope?”

“Law…” you grumbled, dropping your head into your curled legs so that your forehead rested on your kneecaps.  It really shouldn’t have been a hard conversation, you knew Law would understand.  But the four consecutive days of nonstop horny fantasy and masturbation sessions that only left you more desperate had officially started to melt your neurons into mush.

“Can you please tell me?  At least so I know that you’re not in pain?”  Law kept his voice low and calm, but his face clearly gave away his profound concern for your sorry state.

You drew in a deep, shaky inhale.  Refusing to lift your head to meet his eyes, you finally swallowed your pride and revealed the truth.  “I’ve been hornier than I’ve ever been in my entire life for the past four days.”

Your confession was not at all what Law was anticipating, judging by his prolonged silence.  You slowly lifted your head, apprehensively searching for his eyes, which, when you found them, were slightly widened.  The tip of his straight nose was flushed a rosy pink color.

“Ohhh,” was all he said in response to your confession.

This didn’t instill much confidence in you.  With a dry chuckle, you quipped back, “That’s all you’re gonna say?”

Law rapidly backpedaled, shaking his head frantically.  “No, of course not.  Your behavior just makes… a lot more sense now.”

Uncomfortable silence filled the space around the two of you.  You could almost see the gears working in Law’s head as he struggled to figure out how exactly he could best help you with your situation, without outright saying it.  It didn’t matter how many times the two of you connected between his sheets, the simple word ‘sex’ left Law flustered and fidgeting like an innocent schoolboy.

“Is there…” he began, voice low.  “Anything you want me to do?”

“Do you want my honest answer?” you asked back.

The staring contest you were currently partaking in had both of your hearts beating a mile a minute.  He simply gave you a curt nod as a reply to your question.

You lowered your knees from your chest slightly, still keeping your arms wrapped around your legs.  “I want you to fuck me until I can’t stand anymore.”

“Damn.”

“You said you wanted my honest answer!” you cried out.  You loved your boyfriend more than anything in this world, but his awkward, stubborn demeanor would really get on your nerves in the wrong circumstances, such as this very moment.

“I know, I know,” he reassured.  He bowed his head away from yours, hiding his eyes under the brim of his hat.  “I just… didn’t expect that.”

“In my defense, I told you I’ve been painfully horny.”

Law pinched the bridge of his nose, once again repeating an exasperated, “I know.”

You lowered your legs further, keeping your hands on your kneecaps as you hunched your shoulders forward.  “Can you please help me?  Please?”  Your voice was low, airy, almost coming out as a whimper.  “It’s been four days, Law.  Everything I try to make myself feel better makes me more and more uncomfortable.”

Your tone really did sound desperate, and Law’s chest clenched at your demeanor.  He glanced back up at your face, your eyebrows scrunched in an odd agony.  He could almost feel the burning of your face from where he sat.  Out of all the withdrawal symptoms the two of you had discussed before your medication ran out, this was the last one that he would’ve expected, and clearly that was the same for you.

“I’ll see what I can do to help,” he uttered.

“You don’t need to ‘see’ anything, Law, I need your dick in me.  Right now.  You know I don’t like begging, you have no idea how embarrassed I feel, but I’m desperate, Law, I’m desperate!”  You were pleading with him now, officially losing your grip on yourself as you began to crawl towards him, placing your hand on his thigh and pushing yourself forward to bury your face in the junction between his neck and shoulder.  “I would rather be depressed.”

A dry chuckle from his throat broke the awkward, stifling atmosphere.  “Don’t say that, I don’t want you to be depressed.”  He rested his arm around your waist, gently pulling you closer to him.  It almost didn’t register how you were beginning to straddle his waist, your fluttering breaths ghosting over his jugular.  

You let out a pathetic whimper, both of your arms now dangled over his shoulders as your hips slotted against his, an uncomfortable position on the bed for both of you, but you were clearly out of your mind as you searched for any semblance of friction to satiate the red-hot need in your core.  Your muscles gyrated on their own, a weary moan leaving your lips, hoping to use the stiffness of his jeans to stimulate your clit from under your loungewear.

Law truly felt bad for your beaten state, and with your body pressed against his, he could feel just how flustered you really were.  With a tender kiss against the shell of your ear, he pushed you back onto the bed, swiftly removing your pajama bottoms and underwear.  A deep crimson blush spread across his tanned cheeks at the sight of you, a persistent, heavy, glistening moistness coating your labia.

“You weren’t kidding,” was all he muttered.

“You thought I’d make this up?!” you pleaded.

“No, of course not.”  He rubbed a calloused hand across your cheek, smiling sweetly as you turned your face to nestle into his touch.  “I’m just sorry it’s been so bad.”

“Apologize with your body.  Please.  Don’t make me keep begging, Law, I can’t take it anymore.”

Somewhere deep inside the stoic captain’s mind was a perverted beast that quite enjoyed the sight of you practically weeping and writhing under him as your body subconsciously demanded any stimulation as soon as possible.  A sadistic side of him wanted to keep you begging, wanted to break you until you sobbed into his chest, losing your humanity to your instinctual, hormonal urges.

But he loved you too much for that, at least in your current worked-up state.  He didn’t want to prolong your suffering.

Without wasting any more time as you lay completely vulnerable and demanding beneath him, he took his hand and trailed two fingers through your folds, stifling a sharp breath at just how wet you really were.  Sticky yet thin and fluid, your sweet, musky scent traveled to his nose and made his stomach clench.  He bit back any other witty comments that sat on his tongue and instead slipped his middle finger into your cunt, using his thumb to stimulate your clit simultaneously.  Your hands flew to cover your mouth, your eyes clenched shut as you involuntarily bucked into his hand, encouraging him to slip a second finger into you to increase the sensation.

“Law,” you moaned out.  One of your hands grabbed his wrist, stopping his movements.  He gazed at you, waiting for your next move.  “I’ve been doing that to myself and nothing’s worked.  I need you.”

The raven-haired man bit the inside of his cheek at your words.  He pulled his fingers out of your cunt, haphazardly wiping your fluids on his jeans as he reached for his fly and tugged on the zipper, the metal button following suit.  He slipped off the bed to let his pants and boxers fall to the floor before discarding his shirt.  You salivated at the sight of him (you felt truly helpless in your hormonal, sex-crazed state).  You tugged your own t-shirt over your head and threw it to the floor beneath the bed.  Law once again positioned himself above you, an inked hand idly stroking his half-hard penis as he surveyed your pitiful form below him, sprawled out, legs spread, mouth hung open as you took in shallow breaths.  He rubbed the head of his penis along your sopping pussy, rubbing your slick down his length with his hand.

“I’m gonna be honest,” he muttered, reveling in the scorching heat that traveled to his groin as his cock filled with blood.  “I didn’t think it was possible for a woman to be this wet.”

“How do you think I feel?” you quipped back, your mouth curling into a meager grin.  “I’ve been constantly wondering if I pissed my pants without realizing.”

Your words made a bark of laughter exit Law’s mouth, which eased your stress and made your own chest feel lighter.  He continued stroking your fluid over his dick as he responded, “This isn’t going to help you, I don’t think.”

You reached a hand forward and trailed it along his shoulder, tracing his tattoo in the process.  “I can’t even care anymore, really.”

Law supported himself above you with one hand, dipping down to plant a sweet kiss against your lips.  You pushed yourself up on your elbows to deepen the exchange, parting your mouth and brushing your tongue along his lower lip.  Instead of opening for you, he pulled back with a mischievous grin.

“You’re already begging for this, you’re gonna have to wait for whatever sloppy kisses you want.”

“You’re an asshole,” you retorted, but shuddered out a sigh at the feeling of Law’s dick parting your labia and slipping into your opening little by little.  The excess wetness produced by your own body made the ordeal much easier, which also made it much easier for Law to tease you in his own, stubborn way, finally looking past the awkwardness of your hormone-driven desperation.  He removed the tip of his cock from your entrance, making you grumble under your breath.  “You said before you would do anything to make sure I’m okay!”

“Well, you’re not in pain,” he responded, voice low and rough.  The sound made your hair stand on end.  “Since you’re not in pain, I feel a bit better…” he interrupted his sentence with another tease of his tip at your warm pussy, “driving you mad.”

You groaned.  “What do I have to do to convince you to just rail me already?”

Your man smirked above you.  “You’re getting bold with your language, sweetheart.”

Your shaking hands gripped his shoulder blades as you scooted yourself down the mattress in a feeble attempt to get his cock inside you on your own.  Law merely chuckled, dipping his head into the crevice of your neck, leaving sweet kisses over your soft skin before using his hand to aid his dick in entering you completely, biting down on your skin at the same time.  The doubled sensations made you wail involuntarily, one of your own hands slapping over your mouth to muffle your desperate noises as your eyes squeezed shut.  Law sucked on the bite he made, gyrating his hips at just the right spot where his public hair brushed against your aching clit.  The hand that wasn’t covering your mouth raked down his back, making him shudder above you, detaching from your neck and licking his lips devilishly.  

“Feel better?” he asked, voice completely casual as if he wasn’t balls deep inside you.

“I’d feel a lot better if you just–”  He cut you off with a sharp thrust, the sound of wet skin slapping making hot embarrassment rush to your face.

“Just what?”

“What happened to, ‘I’ll see what I can do?’  Or, ‘I’m sorry it’s been so bad?’” you asked with a quivering voice.  “No more sympathy for your suffering girlfriend?”

“Of course I have sympathy for you, dear,” he replied, trailing the hand he had used to gather your slick on his fingers to rub down your cheek and neck, leaving a cold sensation behind.  “But when you use words like ‘rail me’ and ‘fuck me until I can’t stand anymore’ it gets kinda hard to not torture you a little bit.  Makes it more fun that way.”

You couldn’t fight the grin that crawled across your lips.  “You’re a sick, sick man.”

“And you’re a desperate, relentless woman.”

Your conversation finally halted with another deep kiss from Law as his hips began a steady pace, stroking into your cunt with deep, powerful thrusts that were as slow yet impactful and left your toes curling.  Law, despite all his uncoordinated emotions, was very good on the backstroke.  You didn’t quite know if it was simply the way his cock was shaped, or his physique, or perhaps his unintentional movements, but each thrust sent shivers down your spine and caused your back to arch into the growing flames brewing in the pit of your stomach.  His lanky arms allowed him to support himself while angling his thrusts to also brush along your clit, aiding in your euphoria.  The mixture of the head of his penis constantly brushing against your upper wall and his coarse pubic hair and firm torso stimulating your clit was addictive and made your legs quiver.  (If you ever told Law that he was, in your eyes, a ‘Sex God,’ however, he’d avoid making eye contact with you for at least a week out of sheer humiliation.  You had to keep some things to your deranged imagination.)

Amidst Law’s movements above you, you angled your hips upwards and wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping his thrusts deep and deliberate.  Your attempts to keep your sounds to a minimum were futile when Law hooked his hands around the backs of your knees, removing your legs from his body and holding them up in the air.  Your body curled for him and he kneeled above you, still fully inserted.  The new angle was deeper than before and had your eyes glued shut, mouth hung open and lewd sounds escaping your lungs with every shuddering breath.  You held your legs in the air while one of Law’s inked hands traveled downward to your clit, resuming ministrations on your swollen nub that this new position didn’t quite provide.

Law wouldn’t admit it, but the absolutely depraved sounds of your wet pussy sucking in his dick with every thrust had him painfully erect inside of you.  He was sure you could feel the way his cock twitched every now and then with the way your face would contort in immeasurable pleasure.  Half of him was concerned that the soggy noises could be heard from outside the bedroom, either through the heavy steel hatch door or through the walls, but the other half of him was too focused on the electric shocks that sparked through his dick that craved for him to keep chasing his release.

Your own climax was rapidly approaching, Law’s thrusts growing slightly unsteady as his own impending release slowly creeped up on him.  His calloused thumb rubbing counter-clockwise circles against your clit was the perfect stimulation you needed along with his perfect cock, and before you had time to suck in another deep gulp of oxygen, your body was convulsing around him, hips gyrating around him as you desperately moaned, still trying to stifle your noises.  The squelching sound that emanated from between your bodies only seemed to increase after your orgasm, more fluid from your seemingly endless arousal making Law’s dick slip easier and easier through your tight folds.  The feeling of your cunt clenching around him made his throat clench, swallowing tightly as a building pressure formed at the base of his dick.  He felt it as deep as his vertebrae.  

His calculated thumb never ceased its motions against your clit, staying consistent throughout your orgasm.  Your fingers clenched the bed sheets beneath you as you pleaded with the man above you to slow down, that the pleasure from your clit was so good it was almost painful, but right as you began to release another moaning plead, a second orgasm washed over you, causing your muscles to rapidly convulse as your hips shook against his body.

“Fuck,” Law groaned out, his own bubble growing closer and closer to bursting with each of your gyrations.

“Law…” you heaved.  “Please come inside me.  Please, please.  I need you to come inside of me.”

Law swallowed thickly, eyeing your trembling form beneath him.  “Are you sure?”  The implications were slightly more concerning considering this had all started after you stopped a controlled hormone pill.  Getting you pregnant wouldn’t be ideal on a submarine, and there would definitely be a lot of discussion should that consequence happen, but at the same time…

He groaned.  The feeling of your pussy keeping him glued to your body was too addicting to say no to.  Law bit back his inhibitions and nodded his head.  He could already tell his own orgasm was going to be one for the ages, your desperate horniness seeming to affect him as well.  His hips were starting to stutter in their pace as his climax creeped up his spine and through his pelvis.

You covered your mouth as a sob left your throat, climaxing for a third time on the motions against your clit and G-spot.  The involuntary gyrations of your hips finally did Law in.  His hips snapped forward, dropping your legs to the bed and placing his hands on your lower stomach, pressing downward as he desperately rammed into you, moaning your name among a string of breathless curses as he released his cum inside your drenched pussy.  You were in complete bliss, never having heard such noises leave Law’s mouth during any of your other intimate sessions.  You didn’t think you’d be able to get off without his deep, gruff moans anymore.

Law finally stilled both his hand and his hips, leaving you twitching and completely fucked out below him.  His aching cock slipped out of you as soon as he pulled away, leaving you both feeling cold and very aware of the crazy mess the two of you had made on his bed sheets.  

“Shit…” Law groaned as he flopped backwards.  His feet were up by your waist, while yours were still draped across his hips, both pairs of legs parted.  The smell of sex permeated the air and you were positive you’d be able to smell it in the hallway if the door was opened.

You didn’t respond for a while, only heavy breaths entering and exiting your chest as you fought to catch up on air that had been violently forced out of you.

“Are you okay?” Law finally asked, barely having energy to pick up his head to gaze at you.

“Yeah… I’m fine.  You?”

“Completely spent.”

You shared a breathless laugh that lingered in the air, a soft pink cloud above you.

“I feel disgusting now,” you finally said after some more moments of comfortable silence.

“Good disgusting or bad disgusting?” Law asked back.

“Good, I think,” you replied.  “I don’t think I’ll be able to fuck for at least a month now, though.”

“You and me both.”  Law finally mustered up the energy to sit himself up on his elbows.  You did the same, though your arms were much more shaky than his.  “Have I ever made you come three times before?”

“Never.”

Law pondered your response for a few seconds before flashing a roguish grin.  “Damn, I’m good.”

“You can be prideful after you clean me up,” you groaned.

You wearily held your arm into the air, letting your hand flop back and forth as you waved.  Law chuckled, tiredly swinging his legs off of the bed.  He ignored your arm, instead choosing to scoop you up by your knees and shoulders, holding you close to his chest.  Your head plopped onto his shoulder, eyes closed and breaths finally steady.  Law gazed at the substantial wet patch that now tainted his white bed sheets, but kept his mouth shut.  Maybe six months ago he would’ve been disgusted at the mess you two had made, but with you fucked out and blissful in his arms and his own body tingling with a hot pink sensation that he couldn’t get enough of, he didn’t think it was very important.

With a hushed whisper, a blue glow enveloped the two of you and a swift hand motion teleported you to the bathroom.  Where, despite your fatigue, your sex only continued in the shower.

[mothhball]

for your drabbles requests: either jonathan or neil with a girlfriend on her period? i'm definitely projecting bc i'm on mine, but...whatever. maybe a little smutty if period sex doesn't gross you out? 😋

HOME REMEDY

Pairing | Jonathan Crane x  fem!Reader

Warnings | SMUT, PERIOD SEX, p in v sex, established relationship, pronebone

Summary | you’re going through it. Lucky for you, you have a very helpful boyfriend

Words | 1.7k

Notes | Thanks for the request!!! I hope this doesn’t feel too rushed <3

MINORS DNI

"You look like you're trying to melt into the carpet," Jonathan muses, leaning against the couch with his hip as he watches your sprawled-out form on the floor. You groan in response, almost getting comfortable before another cramp makes you wheeze and turn onto your side so you can curl up.

"Maybe I am..." you grumble, placing your hands over your lower stomach in an attempt to soothe the pain. Jonathan walks over to gently nudge your leg with the side of his foot, and for a moment you feel like roadkill that he's searching for signs of life. Then again, you really do feel like someone hit you with a car.

"It's bad today, huh? Come on, let's get you more comfortable." You work together as a team to peel you off of the floor, and his hands are gentle as he leads you into the bedroom.

"Are you up for a massage?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly your eyes light up at the offer, and he huffs out a chuckle. Your expression is answer enough, so he preps the space and puts a towel onto the mattress to prevent the oil from getting everywhere. Once he's done, he steps close to you for a quick squeeze, and as his arms are wrapped around you, he murmurs into your hair. "I'll go get you the cherry pit pillow, just lie down." You nod in response, reluctantly stepping back from the comfort of his body against yours to sink down onto the mattress, rolling over to lie on your stomach. The bedroom is quiet and warm, and the sheets still smell like your favorite detergent since you just changed them yesterday. For a moment, you’re lost in thought before another burst of pain makes you grimace.

The distant beeping of the microwave signals the impending arrival of pain relief, and you turn your head just in time to watch Jonathan pop his head into the room with a quirked brow and the warm cherry pit pillow in his hands. “Still alive? Good. I would’ve been annoyed if I did all this for nothing.” A smile tugs on your lips, and you gratefully take the pillow from him, placing it under your stomach so you can lie on it. Immediately, the warmth seeps into you, soothing the aching muscles and the organ that’s literally shredding itself on the inside.

“Thank you…” you sigh, meeting his sass with sweetness, which causes his sky-blue eyes to soften with silent affection. Jonathan grabs the bottle of oil from the nightstand before he climbs onto the bed with you, carefully straddling your thighs to reach your entire back. With a soft groan, you manage to tug your shirt off, and Jonathan rewards you by running his hands over your skin, feeling around for the tension in your muscles. He tuts, shaking his head as he caresses you. “Seems like I have my work cut out for me.” You nod in response, letting out a squeak when the cold oil is suddenly poured onto your back, but Jonathan’s hands are quick to follow, warming you right up again. He patiently works out the knots in your back, massaging your back from your shoulders all the way down to your lower back, and you moan into the pillow, feeling like clay beneath his touch as he kneads the stiffness out of your body.

But it seems like you’re not the only one enjoying the massage. After a while, Jonathan’s fingertips carefully tug at the waistband of your sweatpants, and when you turn your head to look at him from over your shoulder, you’re blessed with a perfect view of his rosy cheeks. His eyes meet yours, and he licks his lips before he swallows. “Can we..?”

Your eyebrows raise, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. “But… the mess?” you ask, pleasantly surprised when he huffs and shrugs off your worries.

“I don’t care,” he decides, setting his hands on your hips and gently circling your skin with his thumbs. “We have a towel, don’t we? And it’s all natural, so don’t worry about it. I’m not grossed-out, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He leans down, kissing the top of your head, and his grip on your waist tightens a little before he lets his hands wander a little. You can tell he’s getting riled up. He’s getting touchy.

“Alright. Hold on, I’ll be right back,” you promise, slowly getting up from the bed to head into the bathroom and freshen up a bit. Leaving your sweatpants and underwear in the hamper, you return to the bedroom bearing one of Jonathan’s favorite gifts – Your entire, very much naked body on display just for him. His eyes light up, and he welcomes you back with open arms, maneuvering you back onto your stomach with the cherry pit pillow beneath you. The warmth is even more intense now without your clothes in the way, and you let out a soft groan that becomes a little louder when Jonathan places open-mouthed kisses down the length of your spine.

“I’m oily, Jon –“ you gasp softly. He answers with a soft bite to your shoulder, and you can hear the rustling of clothes and the clinking of metal as he undoes his belt and undresses completely. His hands return to knead your flesh, and he leans down a little to whisper into your skin as if he’s directly speaking to the heart that’s beating within you.

“Shush. I don’t care. God… you’re so pretty. So perfectly human.” Jonathan lets out a sigh of relief as he eases his cock into your heat, eyes falling shut and lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He’s being slow with you. Careful as he pushes himself further into you, as if you’re a piece of fine porcelain that he’d cause to shatter with an overeager thrust. You hold onto the sheets, relaxing into the mattress as you’re gently squished between the warmth of your boyfriend’s body and the heated pillow. Once he’s fully sheathed inside you, he pauses once more to kiss and lick at your neck and shoulders.

“Tell me when,” Jonathan murmurs, rubbing a thumb up your lower back to make your muscles relax even further. Soon enough, you’re a comfortable puddle beneath him and give him the green light, much to his delight. He shifts to lean over you a little more, resting his hands next to your head as he pulls out almost completely to slowly push back inside. A light moan slips from your lips when his length rubs up against the fluttering walls of your pussy, making you feel every vein and throb. It’s a far cry of your usual sessions with him, and even softer than the lazy morning sex you often manage to talk him into.

“How does it feel?” he asks, setting a patient rhythm with every roll of his hips.

“Full…” you whine, turning your head a little to see him better. “But nice… It’s helping.”

You can tell this pleases his ego, and his lips pull up into a self-satisfied smirk as he leans down to murmur into your ear. As always, with this close proximity, the rich purr of his voice sends a shiver down your back.

“Mhm, I’m just your favorite painkiller, huh? You won’t even need ibuprofen once I’m done with you.”

This draws a little chuckle out of you, and Jonathan is delighted by the noise, brushing his nose against the crook of your neck before he kisses all the way up to your chin. His thrusts speed up a little, and he holds you close, sneaking one hand under you to reach for your clit. You gasp as soon as the pad of his index hits the spot, feeling how your body responds and your muscles squeeze around his cock. The weight of his body against yours, the warmth of his skin, and his soft breaths and moans in your ears couldn’t feel more heavenly, and you can feel how the tension in your core is starting to build up into a gentle crescendo with every circle he rubs around that delicate bundle of nerves.

“There we go, sweetheart. You’re squeezing me so well,” he praises softly, nipping at your ear as you turn your face to moan into the bedding. Jonathan picks up the pace, making sure to thoroughly fuck the tension out of your body, and as your orgasm washes over you, he grabs your hair to pull your head out of the sheets. He wants to hear you. Wants to see how your face twists with pleasure and relief as he slowly fucks you through your climax.

Letting go of your hair, he straightens up again, kneading your hips as he approaches his own release. Your pussy is still clenching down on him, and for a man who’s usually so composed, he looks quite disheveled at this point. And he knows it. Something feels different this time. Maybe it’s because the sex is so gentle, maybe it’s because you’re literally letting him in at such a vulnerable time, maybe it’s because the needle finally drops that, yes, he really wants this relationship to last.

Fittingly, it’s that pang of fear – fear of commitment that sends him over the edge, and he clenches his teeth as his cock spills his cum into you with every throbbing pulse.

The bedroom is quiet for a moment as both of you enjoy the buzz of endorphins and the smell of each other’s skin. Jonathan looks at you. Really looks at you. And he realizes how big your role in his life has grown over the years. Into an undeniably fundamental aspect of his existence. The fear in his stomach calms the moment you turn your head to blink up at him, blissed-out and smiling.

“Thanks for the help, Jon.”

“Anytime, love. Anytime.”

He brings his face close to yours once more, capturing your lips in a tender kiss and when he pulls back, it’s only by a hair. Like he can’t stand a bigger distance right now. Jonathan’s lips pull up into a tiny smile, brushing against yours as he speaks.

“I’m glad you let me be your home remedy.”

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[lokisrealpurpous]

cramps

loki x reader with endometriosis

warnings: mention of blood, mentions of periods, extremely bad period pain.

lokis fiancé has always struggled with her endometriosis, the pain leading her every month to passing out, throwing up or sometimes even in hospital and he dreaded knowing there was nothing he could do, but he finds a way.

this is for all my endometriosis girlies , as someone who has it themselves I wish it was spoke about more and that doctors didn't neglet it so much, getting forced to go on the pill and never given a remedy since 10yrs old is a horrible experience. My heart goes out to you all. If you'd like more like this, maybe small headshots of him looking after you in hospital or how he reacts when you faint, then please send requests or comment x

Loki's pov

I had arrived late from the mission I had so desperately been trying to get back from after seeing the 4 missed calls and 18 text messages left from my fiancé. I couldn't check the messages, being in a jet so high up there was only little WiFi, which was all being used by stark, so I sat in the back anxiously, merely muttering a word as i begged the trusted gods above me to keep her safe before I get to her.

I knocked gently before bursting into our bedroom, I was frantic and worried, adrenaline rushing through my veins before I stilled, seeing her lay on the bed, curled around a hot water bottle. Her face was flushed red, and her teeth were gritted. Her hair was a mess, and the blankets her tangled around her. The pill bottle on the side was empty, and the sickbowl on the other was not.

"heya dove..."

I whisper, slowly coming up beside the bed, pulling down some of the blanket that covered her pale but flustered face teasingly before sitting beside her, bringing her weak form in my arms and kissing her forehead.

"is it your cramps?"

I whisper again, running my hands through her knotted hair, untangling it gently.

She nods slowly against my chest, finally looking up at me so I could see her entire face. It was tearburnt and swollen.

"Oh darling..."

I take her face in my hands, rubbing her cheek softly with my thumb. I lift her up, bringing her further into my lap and wrapping my arms around her waist as they find her lower abdomen, I massage the area gently while kissing her neck.

"This good?"

I mumble and she nods again, leaning against my chest. I felt the guilt twist in my stomach that I wasn't able to get here earlier during her flare up, I was proud she managed to find her medication and get herself a sickness bowl, but the thought of her having to do all that while in absolute agony, then to be sick without me to hold her hair and rub her stomach, i never wanted to leave her side again.

"I was fine."

I hear her croak out.

"I don't always need my knight in shining armour my love, I know how to take care of myself."

I let a sigh of relief before kissing her neck, still massaging her lower stomach.

"I know princess, I just worry."

She chuckles, turning her head up to kiss my lips, then laying between my legs, her head resting on my chest, humming as I eased the tension in her belly.

It didn't take long for her fall asleep on top of me, and not long for myself either once switching off the crystal lamp beside us.

your pov 2:27am

I sat up, taking in the shadows of darkness that surrounded me as I reached across my lover's body to turn on the bedside lamp.

my hand flies to my mouth as I let out a groan of pain, not at all wanting to wake loki up, then slipping out of his embrace towards the bathroom until I realised the sheets and my brand new baby-pink nightgown.

'shit shit shit'

I mutter, stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, clutching onto my stomach as tears begin to well in my eyes.

I cover my mouth with both my hands now, pressing hard to stop the sobs escaping. The pain was unbearable as I held onto my dresser, my new gown and sheets were stained crimson, loki layed right next to the mess on our mattress, I had no medication left and I would not make it down the stairs to make myself a bottle.

wake him up.

I kept telling myself, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.

Before I could act upon a single thought, however, a wave of nausea crashed over me as the pain stabbed at my stomach, feeling as if my uterus was collapsing in on itself. I desperately ran to the toilet, holding onto the seat and puking into the bowl. My stomach churned and tightened as I gagged.. another meal rising up my throat.

Every spiralling worry stopped when I felt his hands run through my hair, pulling it out my face and using the band that was in just in his hair to tie mine in a tight ponytail.

He knelt beside me, rubbing my back and whispering things I couldn't make sense of at the moment with the pain still cursing me.

"Loki..."

I sob, gagging over the toilet but not being sick.

He continued rubbing, kissing my head and making sure I'm sat comftable, I didn't even realise how he had put me in his lap.

"nghh.."

I groan, holding onto my stomach, my hands gripping and the area and pulling and pushing, I didn't know what I was doing but I just wanted the pain off... I couldn't bare it...

"Lokiiiiii"

I groan again, my voice strained in pain.

"P...please"

My voice cracks, tears spilling down my cheeks. Once he realised my scratching hands, he pulled them away slowly, replacing them with his own and massaging again.

I let out a whimper of pain.

"Shhh shh shh... trust me my darling, just relax"

He coos, rocking me side to side in his arms.

My eyes suddenly widen as I feel his palms heat up to the perfect temputure as he continues kneeding my skin.

I whine, leaning against him, the pain fading with every movement of his huge hands that now had mine wrapped around them. He dosent stop, just whispering words of affirmation in my ears and swaying me with himself as my eyes began to flutter shut, my body finally feeling at ease and calm.

"That's it..."

I hear him whisper as he lifts me in his arms, hands still on my belly..

"You're okay love, ive got you"

He says as he lies me in a bed, the sheets changed and fresh, and a new nightgown dressing my body with the flash of a small green light.

How he does it I will never know but I do know that him, and his mother's parenting, will always be there to guide me through terrible nights like this.

"I love you Lo..." I whisper as I feel my body sink into the mattress and a kiss on my lips, large arms wrapping around my waist.

"I love you more, my darling.."

He replies with another kiss, then turns the lamp off, keeping his hands on my abdomen throughout the early morning till dawn.

[gilverrwrites]

Time of the Month

AN: I'm suffering, so here's some of my faves reacting to their so having a rough time of the month.

He really doesn’t “get it”. 100% thinks you’re probably over reacting, however, you’re his sweetheart and he would do anything for you, so he’ll “play along” so long as he doesn’t need you for something else.

Won’t take time out of his busy schedule for you but he will:

Text you constantly through out the day.

Thinking of you doll x Are you sleeping? x You better be sleeping cause theres no other reason not to text back. HELLO??? ???? Sorry for loosing my temper baby, I love you. Just ordered those shoes you liked x

Will bring home/order dinner. He knows what you want, don’t worry babe, you don’t have to ask.

Still try to seduce you any way possible, he doesn’t care how messy it is.

Selina does not let her period slow her down, and so she’s hopeful that she can rub some of that off on you.

Has a yoga routine specifically catered to that time of the month that she’s happy to teach you. Has a diet plan that’s full of iron heavy and unsaturated fatty foods - leafy greens, dark chocolate, the good stuff.

Of course she understands her lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and what kind of cat themed thief would she be if she didn’t have a giant heated blanket she’s happy for you to stretch out on and spend your time lounging in true luxury.

Move over, she’s getting into bed with you. She’s stolen all of Brucie Wayne’s streaming service log ins, and she’s brought 50 different snacks that will make your bloating worse, but will feel and taste good in the moment.

Get ready for a week of binge watching whatever films make you feel good, eating way too much sugar, and sleeping whenever feels right.

Did you know orgasms can help relieve period pains, migraines, and generally relieve stress?

Did you know if you ask Waylon, he will eat you out until you can’t take anymore and/or are feeling any amount of respite?

If that’s really not your thing, be willing to also do basically anything you ask of him. Bring you snacks? Rub your back? Just hold you? Anything you want.

Will find the time look after you. Any excuse for some lazy time with his favourite birdie.

He runs hot, so it’s like having your own personal heat pad. Will find it endearing if you lay stomach down of his stomach, legs, whatever part so you can press his heat directly to the area that needs it.

Foodie and a snacker, so if you’re craving something, he’s got you covered, and he’ll eat it with you, no questions asked.

Knows a lot of ecologically friendly herbal remedies that are almost certain to work. Just sit back, chill out, and drink this tea.

In the very unlikely chance that those don’t work, and you’re down for it; Ivy is happy to fuck the cramps away, whatever your preferred method of orgasm may be.

The Riddler: Understands how periods work, but doesn’t care. You can’t let your body control you, or interfere with the mind. (yes he IS the worst kind of person when he’s sick.)

He does however have bunch of tips and tricks for helping overcome/cope with cramps and other symptoms.

Has a bucket load of ibuprofen handy at all times.

“Did you take the pills I gave you? Good. You know, coffee will help get that into your bloodstream faster, and might give you more energy. Since you’re making coffee, I’ll have one too, thanks, you’re the best. Well, I’m the best, but you’re good too.”

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[nerdieforpedro]

Only about you tonight Mesh'la

Din Djarin x plus size female reader

This fanfic is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.2k

Warnings: Din Djarin is a menace, HANDS, massage, sense deprivation, oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, body worship

Summary: The Mandalorian has had two things on his mind for some time. He wants to explore your curves and he wants to be between your thighs.

Notes: Din Djarin brain rot has fully set in. I have leaned HARD into it. I'm gonna give the man something soft to use. I mean, if it's Din, it's free use, right? Not beta-read. We're just putting out smut and putting out for Din.

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It hasn’t been his intention at first, to have you spread before him like this. Din truly just wanted you as a partner for your skill with a blaster and quick wit. However, the more time he spends with you, the greater his desire has become to have his hands explore your rolls and holds. 

The Mandalorian treats his longing like one of his bounties. Watching and biding his time. Opportunity struck when you’d been crouching down in a hiding spot behind some rocks while Mando took care of some imperial remnants. You’d been able to get a few good shots in, but your legs were cramping and you needed support to get back to the Razor Crest. 

The suggestion was that he could massage your legs to ease the discomfort. You were hesitant but Mando was aware how much you trusted him. He felt some shame for using it to his own ends, but needed his hands on you. Helping you over to the cot was first, then having you lay down and take some deep breaths as you grew accustomed to him just placing his hands on your calves. Gloves were removed and you were able to see his uncovered scarred hands, moving slowly past your knees to your thighs. The large heaves of your chest as he worked were his indication as he moved, ecstatic to know that he was able to partially communicate his yearning. The Mandalorian stopped at your mid-thigh and asked if you wanted him to continue, his palms pressing into your soft flesh.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you nodded before exhaling a soft yes. It was then that the Mandalorian let his fingers spread out and sunk partially into your thighs. His arousal has spun wildly and he’s throbbing at your agreement. 

“Mesh’la do you want to remove your pants or should I? Direct contact is the best remedy for your aches.” 

It appeared that your partner, the famed warrior had a rather specific ache he was willing to help you with, why else ask you to remove your bottoms? Not that you were complaining at all, raising your hips, Mando wasted no time in pulling them off. Behind his t-visor, he marveled at the plentiful gift of your plush skin before him. His hands immediately plunged into the jiggly meat, massaging as his calloused fingertips explored you.

Bending your knees in response, you exposed the moistness of your core sticking to your drenched panties, the new source of your ache. Watching the Mandalorian’s hands roll closer toward your heat, you finally released a moan. He stood, forcing some of his body weight into your thighs, making your next moan crack with a squeal. 

“Mesh’la, allow me three things, your vision will need to be obscured, I will remove your panties and when you moan, call me Din. Please.” His voice was firm until the please, hinted desperation with his last word. Your broad partner above had a noticeable tent in his flight suit, you weren’t the only one aching - Maker be praised.

“I trust you Din. I always have, savor me.” Growling your agreement as your eyes showcase your lust, Din wishes he could show you his, but he cannot. A brief few moments are spent away from you as he retrieves a thick black piece of fabric. Tied around your eyes, he shines a light from his arm guard at your face to test if you react to the light, you do not. 

Now is the time - you hear a hissing noise and a metal thud followed by a thud. Has he removed it? His helmet? Is he really going to satisfy the feelings you thought you shouldn’t have for the man? His hands spread your legs further and he pulls you to the edge of the cot. That’s when you hear the richness of his unmodulated voice for the first time, your panties are pulled off. Your body flinches from both the cool air and the cold beskar that the back of your knees are now touching. You’re certain it’s his shoulder pauldrons which means he’s face to face with your desire for The Mandalorian, who you’ll now call Din.

“Sweet cyar’ika, I apologize for not caring for you properly sooner. Do not cover your mouth and do not hold back. My generous one.” His breath washes over your mouth, having you hitch your breath. He’s taking his time and you did instruct him to savor you but you’d like his mouth to be otherwise occupied.

“Din. Din. Don’t just stare. Touch me. So I can call your name louder.” 

One of his hands playfully slaps your hip and his cheek rubs against your thigh, he’s enjoying teasing you, watching your desperation for him to begin. You speak his name with a moan, his call to action as two fingers find themselves on your folds to part the way for his tongue. It curls inside your entrance, your hips buck forward for more. Pressing his lips to flush your folds, the loud slurps and the increasing volume to which Din’s name was leaving your mouth filled the Razor Crest. Your ankles crossed behind his shoulders to force his face even further into your core.

Djarin tucked his chin and used his nose to graze your clit before pressing gently into the bundle while still licking vigorous stripes up and down your folds. You did something you thought may have been against whatever unspoken rules Din may have had with your hands diving into his soft hair, your center was quivering. It felt like something was coming out more than your normal orgasm. After screaming, still holding onto his precious hair that you may never feel again after what you’ve done to his face, soft moans still leave your lips because he’s still lapping up juices from your folds and inner thighs. The entire area is so sensitive but you’d never tell him to stop, only to keep going as he likes.

“Din I…didn’t mean to pull your hair. I’m not sure if I was supposed to touch it and your face is…wet I think.” The tough skin of his palms rubbed circles into the flesh of your thighs. You heard him chuckle, was something funny?

“No apologies needed cyar’ika. I won’t flinch from a few tugs. My wet face is an honor, one I hope to repeat. You’ll remove your shirt and bra, then sit. I want to see all of you bounce on my face mesh’la.” Gentle kisses down your inner thigh toward the fat on your knee tickle you. The gravity of what he’s saying isn’t lost on you, but it’s not just anyone asking. It’s Din. Someone who you know can lift you out of harm’s way, this is a completely different situation but the same principle applies: the man will be fine. 

His teeth nibble on the pouch of fat next to your knee as he pulls you forward and removes your legs from his shoulders, placing his hands on your back and sitting you up at bedside. Softly groaning his name, your shirt is removed and you follow that with your bra. It’s Din’s turn to growl, his hands roam over the pouch where the lower part of your stomach hangs with his thumbs casually running between your rolls. His gaze warms your smile, your own hands find their way to his shoulders and then tentatively to his cheeks. The stubble scratches your fingertips as you map his face with your hands. He hasn’t pushed them away.

Din knows that this is the most he’ll be able to give you for now. You can feel his face, but not see it. He longs to one day have eye contact without his helmet or beskar (maybe some days with it on) buried within you but he can offer you this. He knows you can feel your slick on his face, he’s been dripping into his flight suit the entire time. He’d ask you on another day to help with that - today is about you. He wants you to know he doesn’t expect anything in return except your climaxes, screams and to be allowed to touch like this, manipulate your malleable body. Your fingers trace his lips and now followed by his eyebrows and mustache, he wants your hands elsewhere and everywhere. To distract himself, two of his fingers slip between your folds, soft hands are back in his hair with his mustache tickling your breast. His mouth has found your pebble of a nipple that it feels like he’s trying to swallow. 

Both arms pull Din’s head to your chest, the sharp inhale of air before he’s buried in your body has you whining. The intensity of just two of his thick fingers have you close to your second orgasm but he removes them, a pop then a second as his mouth parts from your nipple. “Taste yourself, then you’ll come twice for me.” You extend your tongue, leaving yourself open for his fingers. Din’s eyes dilated, his hand moving in slow motion toward your mouth, watching as his two fingers covered in your slick pressed down on your moist tongue. Sealing your lips around his digits, you begin pushing your tongue between his fingers, breathy sighs leave your throat while your hands continue to roam Din’s head, nails razing his scalp. The Mandalorian moans your name, pressing his face into your stomach, nuzzling his face, nipping at your skin.

 “Hold on tight for a moment, cyar'ika.” Drawing his hand back, the bounty hunter stands, you release his head and let your arms fall to your sides. “I’m going to lay down and you’ll sit cyar’ika.” 

“Yes. Can I touch more of you Din? Just a bit.” The cot dips under his weight as he sits and lays down, his knuckles brush against your hip, letting you know he’s ready for you. He answers your question wordlessly, though you’re hopeful maybe one day you can have more of him. Using your hands, you feel the soft swell of his stomach under his flight suit and lower your palm, following what you imagine to be a trail of possible hair to where Din’s hardness is. He grabs your wrist, his grip loosening slightly but still prevents you from touching him.

“Not yet mesh’la. Right now is your time, not mine. Come sit for me, my face is growing cold.” He hears you huff as you move, your wide legs straddling him after moving beside his shoulders. You don’t sit yet, you can tease as well, hovering above his face, his breath warming your thighs again. Din chuckles and doesn’t force you down. He’ll wait and allow you to mount him at your own pace. Despite your lack of vision, you’re confident and he loves it, he knows you’re not delaying because you’re worried about harming him, your attempting to goad him into action is cute. 

“You’re selfish Din. Next time, I want to give you the same treatment.” It’s here that you take your place and let him devour you from below. Unlike before, he doesn’t start with gentle licks and kisses, his tongue dove right past your entrance and circled your spongy walls, having you call his name promptly. Using your hips, you helped him reach deeper within you still as that glorious nose of his alternated between teasing your mound and your sensitive bud. He gorged himself on your swelling folds, hearing his growls had you cry out his name with your first peak. Din slowed his tongue, even pulling back his nose to gently kiss your glistening opening while the waves had you feeling every cell you had. “Give me…a moment Din. I…”

The plush flushed tip of his tongue pressed against your clit and you swore you felt him smiling. Muffled, “That was only one. You owe me a second. I’m remaining selfish for now. Show me the same courtesy during next time you mentioned.” You wanted to retort but only a whimper came out, your hips would not stop moving despite your core feeling like it wouldn't stop vibrating. What had he done to your cunt? If it didn’t feel as if you were going to float away as Din remained between your legs, you’d have told him no more, you can’t. But you can only moan and squeal as he continues his avid study, attempting to learn every zone within you he can during his first time with you. 

“Dank farrik…Din…Din!!” Your puffy folds soaked your Mandalorian’s face once more, your vision turns white before fading back to black. Your palms catch you as you fall forward and lower yourself onto the cot before rolling off of Din’s face. He doesn’t relent, turning on his side, he sucks your slick off of your bruised flesh and parts your folds to give it a good night kiss, bending your knee, allows him more access and he’s tempted to keep going but he knows you can’t. Reaching for a blanket, he wraps it around your naked body before putting his arms around you, finding your lips so you can taste yourself once more. 

Comfortable in his arms and feels safe with a satisfying ache between your legs, it marks a new chapter between the Mandalorian and you. There’s so much to tell him that running through your mind, but the silence is perfect after so many lewd noises shared on the Crest. 

Next time won’t be so far off.

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hi there! First of all, I want to express my undying love for everything you write, it's absolutely amazing the way you describe Aemond's character.

May I request something about reader dealing with her period and Aemond taking care of her (maybe he wants to know anything about it to help her relax and relieve her pain and everything turns to sexual, it's up to you, really) since I'm one that suffer enough during those days and it would be of comfort to read something about it.

Thank you very much!

That is really sweet of you to say, thank you so much! I appreciate you and your support!

I'm a stickler for canon, I don't write modern AUs, so am basing this on the rough time period that HotD is set in (medieval era) - religious shame caused people to go to great lengths to hide their periods, and they even believed that cramps were a divine punishment for Eve's original sin. Since cramps were seen as a punishment, people who were menstruating weren't offered pain relief medicine (mostly herbal remedies at the time). There are few records from this era regarding the menstrual cycle/women's anatomy, as most medical texts were written by monks.

With this in mind, I'm going to write this from the perspective that both our character and Aemond are pretty clueless when it comes matters of "moon's blood", but Aemond is a naturally curious individual, so we are going to get real squicky with it. Anyway, I've rambled enough - onto the fic!

Warnings: Periods, smut, religious shame, clueless behaviour regarding women's anatomy, slight hematolagnia. Word count: ~1000

She awakens to intense cramping in her lower belly and a stickiness between her thighs. Pulling back the sheets, she gasps as she sees the crimson stains on both her nightgown and the bed.

This is the first time she's gotten her moon's blood since her and Aemond wed. She had hoped it wouldn't come at all, they hadn't been married long, but their coupling was frequent. They were both eager for a child, though it was more than apparent that they derived great pleasure from the act of attempting to create one too.

This is divine punishment cast down from the Mother for not having fulfilled her duty as a wife, she is certain of it. Her body has failed to produce a child, so now she must suffer the consequences.

She groans as her womb contracts painfully and yet more wetness blooms between her legs.

Aemond stirs beside her, voice still thick with sleep. "Are you alright, my love?"

She huffs, shifting uncomfortably and attempting to cover the stains, as her cheeks burn with shame. "It is nothing, go back to sleep."

"You are in pain." Her murmurs, taking in her furrowed brow and clenched jaw as he rouses to full wakefulness. His right eye goes wide as he spots red on the sheets, and he moves as quick as his grogginess will allow into a seated position to pull them back from her body. "Are you hurt?!"

Hot tears prickle her eyes, her chest feels heavy under the weight of her embarrassment as she covers her face with her hands, unable to bear the shocked expression on Aemond's face. "It is my moon's blood. I am sorry. What must you think of me?!"

Gently he pries her hands away, his expression softens noticeably. Concern is now etched across his features. "Is it painful?"

She sniffles and nods her head.

"I will call for the Maester, there is likely a herbal remedy he can-"

"No!" She cuts him off abruptly, gripping his arm in case he decides to leave the bed. "This is my punishment from the Mother for not producing an heir. I must endure it."

He sighs, giving her a small nod. He regards her carefully then asks "Where does it hurt?"

"Here." She responds placing her hand on her lower belly.

Gently, Aemond coaxes her hand away, replacing it with his own. The warmth and gentle pressure alleviates a little of the pain and she lets out a sigh of relief.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mmm." Is her only response as her eyes flutter closed.

His fingers drift to the hem of her nightgown and he pauses, looking back up to her face. "May I?"

She opens her eyes, looking at him quizzically. She knows Aemond has an insatiable thirst for knowledge, but never anticipated it stretching quite so far. "It is unsightly." She whispers.

"I have lost an eye, it will take more than a little blood to startle me."

He does not wait for a response as he lifts her nightgown above her hips.

She watches, her heart thudding loudly in her rib cage as he drinks in the sight of the ichor that's smeared across her thighs.

Dexterous fingers coax them apart and run through the slickness of the blood that decorates their insides. He brings them up to his face to inspect, running the pad of his thumb across the red that now stains his fingertips.

"It is thicker than the blood I am used to seeing." He says in a matter of fact tone. "When people bleed in the training yard it is not quite so...viscous."

She stares at him with bated breath, not knowing what to do or say. This is so unbelievably crass she can't quite believe it's happening.

"Allow me a better look." He says, pulling her legs further apart and kneeling between them.

"I have got to be dreaming." She thinks. "Nothing like this could possibly happen in reality."

He swipes through her folds and she elicits a breathy moan. She is more sensitive than usual and his touch sends white hot sparks jolting through her body.

His gaze snaps to hers, a look of excitement bubbling beneath his usually composed exterior as he smirks. "You liked that?"

She nods enthusiastically, not quite knowing how to articulate what she wants to say. "It feels...it just feels more...more..."

Aemond chuckles. "And if I were to fuck you, do you think it would feel more?"

Her mouth falls open at his question, anticipation fizzling in her blood as she spots the length of him standing fully to attention against his lower abdomen. "I-I don't know." She stammers.

"Sinful, sinful, sinful." She thinks, but her mind goes blank the moment Aemond slips inside of her, the added lubrication of her bleeding creating less resistance than he would usually be met with.

He lets out a groan, eye screwing shut and jaw going slack. "Gods...your cunt...it feels..."

"More?" She offers with a giggle.

Her giggles turn to lewd moans as Aemond begins to thrust inside of her. Everything feels too much and yet not enough all at once. It's as though every nerve ending is ablaze with sensation and as the familiar ache begins to build deep within her, she knows she won't last long.

The wet sounds of Aemond pushing and pulling in and out of her, coupled with the slapping of skin and their mingling pants of pleasure create a cacophony that's absolutely obscene.

As she falls over the proverbial edge, her vision goes spotty with the intensity of it, her back arching off of the bed to push her body against Aemond's as she lets out a strangled cry.

The forcefulness of how she spasms around him rips his own end from him, and he spills inside of her with a string of High Valyrian obscenities tumbling from his lips.

He collapses against her and they both lay there for a few minutes, basking in each other's sweaty afterglow while they catch their breath.

Eventually, Aemond pulls out, watching with fascination as his seed mixed with her blood trickles from her.

"We should do this again." He muses quietly.

"My pain has gone." She says, a tinge of surprised wonder in her tone.

He stares at her, almost prideful. "Then we are definitely doing this again."

[wambsgansshoelaces]

omg a headcanon like the one you did for tom but for roman snd stewy? the period one i mean !! also gender neutral pls :>

thank you for requesting anon, i love u!!! enjoy xx

really craving pizza bianca rn

on your period (roman + stewy)

Roman

ᝰ has no idea what he’s doing

ᝰ he calls your period a full stop because ‘they’re synonyms lol’ (as his text said)

ᝰ just wants you happy

ᝰ so whenever you’re on your period he just

ᝰ does things for you??

ᝰ makes you breakfast in bed, attempts to pack you a lunch, botches dinner

ᝰ he’s trying at least

ᝰ he usually just settles for buying you whatever you’re craving and letting you lay your head in his lap

ᝰ he strokes your hair, your face, your neck, your back

ᝰ he makes sure you’re feeling good

ᝰ lots of chocolate all the time

ᝰ just so that he can eat it with you

ᝰ if you ever ruin any pants or clothing or even furniture, he replaces it without you knowing

ᝰ “didn’t i throw this pair of pants out last week?” you ask him one time

ᝰ “i got you a new one, don’t worry about it.”

ᝰ if you suffer with cramps or any sort of chronic illness regarding your reproductive health, he’s always quietly concerned

ᝰ “you sure it doesn’t hurt? you should tell me if it hurts.”

ᝰ keeps track of how long in between painkillers your pain returns

ᝰ makes you try a bunch of homemade remedies he googled

ᝰ the first time you go on your period while you’re living together, he goes out and buys you a heating pad, a weighted blanket, and a heated blanking thing all at once

ᝰ if you use pads or tampons, he gets really confused when out trying to buy some for you

ᝰ but he’s too embarrassed to ask

ᝰ so when you’re taking a nap he scuttles into the bathroom and takes a picture that he keeps on his phone

ᝰ and then gets the exact ones when he notices you’re running out or you ask him

ᝰ this man bullies the doctors that don’t listen to you

ᝰ like he is well known with the endocrinologists and gynecologists in the are as a nusiance

ᝰ and lowkey an asshole

ᝰ but it’s all ‘in your honor’ as he says

ᝰ “if they say they’re cramping, they’re cramping. aren’t you supposed to be helpful? how the fuck do you have a medical license?”

ᝰ has gotten kicked out of the appointment many a time

ᝰ but he always waits patiently for you outside

ᝰ and calls corporate like the diva he is

ᝰ has the means to get you the best care

ᝰ and he does get you it

ᝰ “you literally deserve so much more than i can give you. you’re my everything, remember?”

ᝰ “i love you, ro.”

ᝰ “fuck off with that sappy shit…. i love you more.”

Stewy

ᝰ knows enough about periods to be able to help you

ᝰ like he’s knowledgeable enough to cook things he knows your body is in need of during your period of ovulation

ᝰ urges you to work out specifically on your period

ᝰ “it helps clear your head,” he says

ᝰ but if you’re not up to it, he won’t make you

ᝰ maybe just a small walk around outside and he’ll let you just nap

ᝰ but if you even don’t even want to walk, he thinks you’re dying

ᝰ and showers you in affection

ᝰ which he does anyway even if he thinks you’re fine??

ᝰ he’s just dramatic

ᝰ he’s an awfully good cook

ᝰ he loves cooking

ᝰ especially for you

ᝰ he specifically makes you pho for dinner every first day of your period

ᝰ “it clears your sinuses, babe,” he says every single time

ᝰ it does, really

ᝰ he’s really big about the two of you sitting down at the table for meals

ᝰ but if you’re unable because of your period, it’s fine with him

ᝰ he bought one of those breakfast in bed trays just for those moments

ᝰ if you struggle with bad cramps or reproductive illness, he’s with you at every single appointment

ᝰ sometimes he even sits next to you on the patient bed

ᝰ he just likes swinging his legs over the side

ᝰ he scrambles off whenever the doctor comes in

ᝰ he’s so subtly evil with bad doctors

ᝰ “oh, i understand it’s your professional opinion, but i also understand this clinic operates solely on donations? huh, and i think those guys whose names are on plaques all over the place are my buddies! you know jeff? i know jeff!”

ᝰ holds your hand through everything

ᝰ pain, ultrasounds, examinations

ᝰ you’re both walking back to the car from a normal check up and he’s swinging your hands back and forth with his

ᝰ “you know, i’ll help you with anything you ask me to.”

ᝰ “thank you, stew. you’re sweet.”

ᝰ “i love you.”

[visiosatanae]

When getting yourself off doesn't work out, there's only one person you can think of to help ease the ache.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2.3k

Pairing: Papa Emeritus III x Reader (Sister of Sin)

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So close, so close, so close…

You were tangled in your sheets, having been at it for nearly an hour now. The vibe between your legs rubbed against your slick folds and tired clit. All you wanted was to cum, to end the needless frustration you had been feeling all evening and pass out peacefully in a state of bliss. But release still seemed to be just out of reach as your aching fingers worked the toy in just about every way you knew to be effective. When you finally felt that you were reaching the edge, you nearly wanted to sob with relief. 

Right there, almost, almost…

And then.

It stopped. 

Your eyes flew open in horror, realization dawning on you that your savior now rested dead in your hand. You felt yourself throb at the loss, little wracks of fleeting pleasure beginning to dissipate. 

"No, no, no," you groaned, pressing the button  repeatedly even though you knew damn well that it was no use. With a frustrated sigh, you tossed the vibe back into your open bedside drawer and slammed it shut. In a final act of desperation, you slipped your hand back down between your legs, rubbing frantically at your aching clit. But your fingers were already tired and cramping, fatigue settling into your joints.

With a huff you withdrew your hand, deciding that it was best to give up for the night and at least try to sleep. Rearranging yourself amongst the covers, you tried your best to even out your breathing and shut your eyes… for all of maybe two minutes.

It was no use. You were too wound up now that sleep seemed impossible. Your brain began flipping through possibilities at a rapid fire pace. You didn't have any other working toys at the moment, something you had been meaning to remedy, but hadn't had the time or money to shop for new ones. Fingers were too useless at this point, and you always had the hardest time getting off that way anyway. You would ask someone for… assistance, but it was the middle of the night. Most everyone was asleep or already entwined with a chosen partner until morning. But perhaps…

You laid in bed, suffering in thought. It's possible that a certain Papa would be willing to help with your predicament. But the problem was whether or not he already had another Sibling in his chamber. Sighing, you sat up and put on a robe. You figured it wouldn't hurt to at least try, especially with how your core still ached for release. 

Opening your door as quietly as you could, you slipped into the hallway and made your way towards the Papal chambers. The Ministry at this time was silent, making even the soft padding of your feet upon the marble floors sound louder than usual. Because of this, you felt the need to keep to the shadows cast by the wall sconces. You never knew if a ghoul or Sister Imperator could be patrolling the halls. 

Finally, you found yourself in front of Papa III's room. You stared at the plaque above the door with dread, trying to find the courage to knock. Papa had always encouraged Siblings to call on him for anything they needed, but what you needed felt so arbitrary you felt that even if he did answer you would be dismissed back to your room in shame. You stood there frozen until another pang of arousal shot through you, urging you to finally knock on the solid wood door, which felt deafening within the silent corridor. 

You held your breath, anxiously waiting for any sound from the room beyond, but you heard nothing. You listened for a few seconds, but it felt like minutes within the stillness around you. After a few moments you weren't even sure you wanted him to answer. What would you even say? He was a Papa! And your silly request probably wasn’t worth his time. 

With a sigh, you turned to leave. But then-

“Entra per favore.”

His words came softly from the room beyond and you stiffened, realizing that now you had to go through with this. Taking a deep breath to steel yourself, you gently opened the door. You had never been inside the papal bed chambers before, but it was exactly as you expected them to look. A large canopied bed brought your eyes directly to, obviously meant to be the focal point of the room. Papa had opted for black silk sheets and velvet curtains, with an assortment of pillows to match. The bed had a dark oak frame that matched the rest of the furniture, including a chaise lounge at the foot of the bed. A fireplace crackled softly off to the left, the flame low and log mostly embers now with how late into the night it was. Your eyes finally came to rest on Papa seated in a high backed chair, book in his hands as he read by lamplight. He was dressed in a dark velvety smoking jacket, his face devoid of his paints. But if anything, the lack of paint made his white eye stand out even more against his otherwise orthodox face. 

He smiled when he looked up, seeing your face poking in. “Ah, Sorella!” His voice was soft but no less animated. The smile lines on his face deepened as he met your eyes. “What can I be doing for you?” 

Your face reddened as you realized you had been staring. “Forgive me, Papa!” you squeaked. “I wasn’t expecting you’d still be awake.”

His expression is gentle. “It seems we are both having a sleepless night, eh?” He beckoned you further into the room after your small nod. You shuffled closer, closing the door softly behind you. "Now, tell me. How can your Papa help you?" 

You averted your gaze, still unsure about following through with your request. How exactly were you supposed to go about telling Papa your sex toy broke and you needed to climax or else you'd go insane? 

"I was um… partaking in the sins of the flesh and my… aiding device died on me." Sathanas, that sounded stupid. 

But Terzo nodded sagely, completely understanding your situation despite your convoluted way of describing it. "You are not the first," he confided, which made you breathe a sigh of relief. "But I have just the remedy." He opened his arms, coaxing you further still. "On my lap, Sorella." 

Face beet red, you did as he asked, awkwardly kneeling on either side of his thighs on the chair. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him until your chest was flush with his. He gazed up at you, a hint of mischief hiding behind his kind expression. "No need to be shy now. It's easier if you relax, dolcezza." 

You nodded, still feeling a little wobbly on your knees. Your hands made their way to Terzo's shoulders for balance, lowering yourself more onto his lap. He looked pleased with your willingness to comply, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. 

"Come sei bella," he murmured, igniting a flame inside you. Ever so slowly and delicately, you felt his hands drift lower to fiddle with the tie on your robe. "May I?" He breathed. You nodded, biting your lip as he pulled it loose with ease. The silky material fell from your shoulders, exposing your torso to his searching gaze. He sucked in a breath at the sight of you, hands immediately coming to gently cup your breasts. You bit harder onto your lip at his touch, but a soft whimper still managed to escape. Suddenly his thumb was brushing your lower lip and pulling it from between your teeth. He tutted, "No need to hide those pretty noises from me." 

Your stomach flipped as he resumed, leaning forward to ghost his breath over your quickly hardening nipple - a kiss placed on the blushing bud. You shivered in anticipation as his tenderness sent small ripples throughout your body. His arm pressed against your lower back, pulling you against his awaiting mouth. You gasped as he sucked, tongue laving over the sensitive peak. 

Terzo then pulled off of you with a small pop before kissing again at the flushed skin. Soft whimpers and hums escaped through your nose along with your quickening breaths. Something about his tongue and mouth was driving you crazy, your hips bucking in his lap. His hands met with your hips and helped guide you. You realized with a whimper that you were already making a mess on his pants beneath you. 

"That's it, bella, just like that." His praises were quiet and calm despite his firm grip and hardening cock. He helped you rut down against his clothed erection, your dripping core already soaking through the material. Your head fell against his shoulder, panting and groaning into his neck as you focused on the growing arousal deep inside you. 

"Papa," you whined, clutching at the velvet of his jacket. 

Terzo knew exactly what you needed. Normally he would tease and make you tell him, but it was obvious to him that you had already suffered enough tonight. He reached down between your bodies, fingers running through the slick of your folds. He let out a gasp that faded into a groan. "So wet, Sorella. Cazzo. You like how your Papa touches you, hm?" 

You nodded aggressively into his shoulder, attempting to grind down onto his fingers. You gasped loudly as he finally added pressure to your clit. His strokes were varied as he figured out what you liked. He was extremely attentive to each noise you made, finally deciding on one when you moaned out a string of "yes" and "please". 

He kept at it, letting you grind and buck into his hand however you needed all while whispering praises into your ear. You never thought you'd be able to be with Papa like this. It was even better than you could have imagined, you thought as he brought you teetering to the edge. 

"Come for me, dolcezza. Make your Papa proud," he practically purred next to you. 

It was too much. You felt yourself falling off the edge, cumming hard on his fingers which never stopped working you through your orgasm. Your cries were muffled by his jacket as your body shuddered through waves of pleasure. Tears pricked your eyes as you finally brought yourself to look back at Terzo. He was smiling up at you, his eyes heady from the scent of sex in the air. 

"Can you do one more, tesoro mio?" he breathed, looking like he would beg if he needed to. Flustered, you nodded and watched as he quickly worked to pull out his aching erection. He was more than ready, the skin flushed and head already leaking for you. 

You steadied yourself as best you could on your still wobbly legs. You both sucked in a breath as the head of his cock rubbed against your folds, easily coating itself in your juices. He guided himself towards your entrance, and once he was positioned perfectly you allowed yourself to finally sink down onto him. Groans broke out from both of you in tandem as you slowly seated yourself again in his lap, thighs trembling from the feeling of taking all of him at once. 

It took some time to adjust to his size, the both of you panting as you looked each other in the eyes. You felt yourself gravitating towards him, lips seeking out his. He made no complaints, moaning into your mouth and gripping at your hips again. Once you felt ready, you began to move, rising up until Papa was still barely inside you before lowering back down again. 

He helped you find a rhythm and before long you were bouncing in his lap. His cock filled you deeply with every thrust and you couldn't help but cling to him. If he wasn't wearing the smoking jacket you were sure your nails would have left marks along his back. Terzo's hands were everywhere; gripping your hips to help you ride him, moving up to your breasts and teasing your nipples, gripping into your hair and pulling it back to expose your throat to his eager lips. You relinquished control to him, your only focus was on keeping rhythm as best you could. 

You felt that buildup deep in your gut again, and he could feel it too as you tightened around him. "Brava ragazza, you're doing so well," he cooed, nipping at your collar bones. "Much better to have the real thing, hm?" Your movements faltered, startled by his words. You tried to hide it, but nothing was missed by Terzo and you could tell by his sly smile. "It's okay, dolcezza, you can think of me when you touch yourself." He leaned closer to whisper in your ear. "I'm honored that you've already cum to the thought of me." 

You choked back a cry as your thighs shook, his filthy words having pushed you over the edge once again. He hissed as you came around him, grabbing your hips roughly to thrust one, two, three more times before spilling into you. You collapsed against his chest, his hot seed already leaking between your legs. 

You clung to each other as the rolling pleasure ebbed and flowed from you. Sathanas, you couldn't believe he could see through you that easily but… the fact he just knew was incredibly arousing. You would have jumped him again if you weren't so tired and it was already getting close to morning. 

Papa helped you up from the chair, directing you towards the bed. You looked up at him confused so he said, "I am not so cruel as to force you back to your room on such unsteady legs." Your face would've gone red again if you'd had the energy. 

He helped you into the bed and pulled you close, your back against his front. You briefly wondered what waking up with Papa would be like before finally letting yourself succumb to sleep, the dead vibrator back in your room completely forgotten about. 

[1ntaktak]

—human band-aid (teaser)

pairings. yoon jeonghan x fem!reader (non-idol AU)

summary. a "human band-aid" is a term commonly used to describe someone used as a temporary remedy or solution—a short-term treatment; like a band-aid, it doesn't heal the wound. It just coves it up for the time being.

genre. friends with benefits, unrequited love, angst, smut

warnings. angst with no comfort, explicit smut, unprotected sex, lack of aftercare

minors do not interact.

Hands move, grasping black hair, grasping at sheets, at anything that could be used for purchase.

Names moaned over and over. The sound of sweat-soaked skin and sliding bounced off the wall. The sound of the bed creaking, the head frame knocking against the wall. You're sure a noise complaint from your neighbours will greet you first thing in the morning, but that's the least of your concerns right now.

You don't care if the whole apartment complex can hear you getting your back blown out. You can handle the walk of shame in the morning, the look of disgust your neighbours will send your way; it isn't your fault they lack action in their lives anyway, nor is it the first time it has happened. No, none of that matters right now, not when this is the only time the man above has you as his top priority.

"H-hannie!"

The man above you leans down, lips trailing from the side of your neck towards your nipple, suckling on it like a newborn would to its mother.

Sex with Jeonghan could be messy, passionate, slow, fast, and tender. But it was always great. His movements are perfectly calculated. The way his hips rock against yours wasn't too rough, nor was it too slow. Every buck of his hips against yours made your toes curl. His dick reaching all the right places. You can already feel your stomach cramping up, your orgasm building fast with every flick of his fingers against your sensitive clit.

You know he's close too; after having sex for a year now, you have learned to pick up on the telltale signs, the changes in his tone, his expression looking almost pained from how pleased he was feeling.

Your eyes fixated on him, and his onto yours.

Lust-filled eyes met yours, not a trace of love behind them, and that's okay. Not that you expect him to look at you the way he does with her, tho it doesn't hurt to dream from time to time.

“Inside or out?” He gasped, slowing his pace to let you answer.

“Inside,” you mumbled, legs going slack. Jeonghan speeds up with his ministration, groaning slightly before he cums, stilling his hips against yours as he pants your walls white with his cum. His cock goes soft as he pulls out of you.

You feel the mattress shift as he slides out of bed. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath from your high, pulling the covers over your body, you turn to face him.

You watched through half-lidded eyes as he shuffled around your room, picking his clothes off the floor with practiced efficiency, his back turned towards you.

“Will you kiss me tonight?” Your voice catches him off guard halfway through him pulling his pants up. He stilled, but he didn't look back, nor did he need to see the pained look painted across your face,

“That’s not what we do.”

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