#muscle cramps btw

[m30wk1ttycat]

lowk feeling like a grandma w these cramps

[braisedhoney]

Draw your favorite ghost! Mine's Ember.

“That would be me. Surprise.”

(ayyy flaming hair favs club :D)

[dvdkisser]

Self Indgent doodle since it's getting cold where I live already

[trumpet-trumpet-ii]

its so funny when i get frontstuck because of physical pain. i hate it in this system all the alters throw rocks at me and shout go protector boy go

[adelheidvonschicksal]

hey! Was just wondering, could you do a part 2 for puppy! Yuji x reader, where Yuji successfully breeds reader, (don’t ask how it’s possible lol) and reader doesn’t know she’s pregnant, so Yuji tries to tell her she is by rubbing her belly, or laying on it and always holding it. Also some smut if you still do that kinda stuff! I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it! But I would really appreciate it! Live your work btw! <3

Based off I Love Yu

Kind of a what-if since originally there was an implication that he couldn't breed Reader, but let's do it! <3 Thank you to Avy for beta-ing for me again.

AN: It's been a while since I wrote non-solo smut I think. I love Itadori he's already really sweet and cute like a pup! I tried to fit some smut in there so I hope this is something like you were thinking.

CW: NSFW, Smut, Oral (F!Receiving), Interspecies (Puppy Hybrid), pregnancy✨

Filter tags Notsfw, Adelssmut, tw: hybrids, tw: pregnancy

You didn’t understand what was wrong with you.

You’ve been feeling so rundown. No matter how much you sleep, the fatigue doesn’t break. It didn’t help that you could barely keep anything down either, surviving off nothing but toast over the last three days.

The only bright spot in your day recently is your precious puppy boy. Yuji is so sweet to you nowadays, well, he’s always sweet but even more so as of late. He constantly stares at you with big brown eyes and holds his arms around your waist while resting his head against your belly. The warmth of his full weight on you did wonders for the random waves of cramps that hit you after a long day on your feet.

This time when you get home from work, immediately collapsing on your bed with nothing but a towel on after a long shower, he’s there. His fingers tiptoe along your shoulder, a curious set of pokes against your steaming skin.

In a small burst of energy, you plant your hand between two furry ears and briefly pet his head before passing back out into the sheets, sparing no care that you were making them damp. The coolness of them felt too good right now.

Yuji presses a hand to the back of your head, mimicking your actions as he lays on his side to try to catch a glimpse of your face.

“Mad?” he asks.

“I’m not mad, sweetheart.” You work the energy to turn your head to face him. It isn’t the first time you collapsed into the bed in the same fashion. Usually, it meant you were burnt out at work by an assignment or a stupid co-worker. “I just don’t feel good today.”

Big eyes going soft in an apology, he frowns at you before having the excellent idea to squeeze the back of your ankles and shuffle you around. You never understand exactly where he finds this strength, even with all the muscles, but you don’t fight it as he wiggles you around to flip you onto your back.

His hands slide up the side of your legs, shifting your towel to expose one thigh before wrapping around your torso. He scrambles on top of you. His head pushes to your stomach, and he muffles a soft “love you” against it.

“Love me?” he asks, and it makes you wince. He never really asks that unless he did something that he thought would get him in trouble. He learned to get really good at asking once he figured out that buttering you up was an easy way to slip out of scolding.

This time, it concerns you that he might’ve taken your tiredness as something he did wrong, so you run a hand along his upper back. “Of course, I do.”

His tail wags and his face shines again with that smile you love as he cuddles against your belly again. It’s enough to make you ignore it when another cramp seizes, all save for a small whimper and wince that causes his ears to twitch.

Your puppy moves on his own before you can request him to get off your stomach. Warm, big hands hold down your hips and pull at your towel enough so he can pepper your lower belly with kisses. They progress slowly down the center of your stomach, crossing the border to ghost between your legs.

“Are you trying to make me feel better?” you breathe out. With how his tail increases its pace, swinging back and forth fast enough to create a light swishing sound, and how his smooth wide tongue flattens against your mound, you take it as a yes.

And oh boy does it work to make you forget everything when he sets to work. His nails scratch against your skin, biting into the meat of your thighs as his tongue laps at your clit.

You moan eagerly, gripping at your sheets and lifting your hips to greet his sloppy mouth. He makes out with your cunt, almost like he’s trying to devour it as his tongue slides between your folds and his upper lip brushes your bead.

“Sweetheart, do you still know how to use your fingers?”

Yuuji growls and places a kiss on your thigh, smiling against your skin at the wet stain he marks you with. He brings two fingers at your entrance, glancing back up to watch your crumbling expression as he curls them into you.

“That’s it. G-Good boy,” you praise, and he knows he’s struck the right spot that’ll have your pretty moans vibrating in his sensitive ears.

You smell heavenly when he finally flattens his tongue back out over your clit. He knows you’re his, all his, when your walls flutter and suck his fingers deeper into their spongy hold.

He sucks in a breath through his nose. Your scent makes his cock twitch and the swollen and firm feel of your clit tells him you’re feeling good now, and he’s so happy to return the feeling you give him when you constantly float around with the pheromone of his pups.

Yuuji wraps his arms tighter around you, holding you closer. It makes you force a hand down into his hair, praises of “good boy”, “keep going”, ”almost there, sweetheart” panting wetly from your lips until your legs quiver in his strong hold.

When he pulls away, his face is coated in your release, from his nose down, far beyond where his tongue can reach but he wastes no time sucking your taste from his fingers with a smile as he stares at your spent form.

You may be sweaty and out of breath, but you look much happier now. Yuuji crawls over you, sliding his hips between your legs. His hard length presses against your stomach as he presses kisses to the center of your neck, his soft ginger ears tickling the underside of your chin.

Your heart could almost hold the world when he forces his full weight against you to cuddle you.

“I love you.”

You coo at him, scratching fingers through the back of his hair. “I love you too, Yu Yu.”

When he hears your voice, his cock aches. He whines against your skin, wishing that this time would go faster so he could breed you again already. He guesses it doesn’t matter this time, he knows you’ll still at least feel better after he knots you, even if your body is already occupied.

And the whimper you make when he parts you with his cock proves him right.

When the morning comes, you don’t want to get out of bed. You’d rather spend all day cuddling Yuuji and smothering yourself into the sweet strength of his muscles. Alas, you force yourself to get up and go to the doctor’s appointment you made for yourself otherwise you’d never feel better.

You let Yuuji sleep, sliding out from under him, throwing on the first thing you see in your closet, and heading to the clinic.

You enter the building with the expectation of getting some antibiotics or confirmation of stomach flu at worst. Instead, you’re given a list of vitamins to take, a note with a list of symptoms at the bottom all culminating in a diagnosis that reads: pregnant, and a little baby badge to attach to your bag so people won’t hassle you for using the special seats on the subway.

You’re scowling the entire way back home, stopping briefly at a drug store to pick out a couple of different pregnancy tests. There’s no way those stupid doctors had it right.

When you return home, you slam the door behind you, spooking your puppy as you rush to the bathroom. You take the first test that morning and the second one that afternoon, and they both come back with the same result: positive.

Your heart is racing the entire rest of the evening as you sit on the couch and stare at that dumb stick for what seems like forever, thinking that maybe if you stare at it enough your result will change. The only thing that keeps you from going ballistic is Yuuji sitting underneath you, one leg shuffled between yours and the other on the outside of your right. His chin rests right on your knee as he watches you talk with your friend on the phone.

“Is it someone you met on that app?”

“I haven’t even gone on more than a first date.”

Yuuji starts to get impatient the longer your conversation goes on, and you ignore him. He shuffles up onto the couch and collapses his head against your shoulder, making you grimace and shift, so he doesn’t knock the phone out your hand.

“You don’t think that maybe—"

“No, it was only two, and one was for coffee and the other we didn’t ride together,” you add on, and you never drunk enough to where you think someone could have taken advantage of you. “Yuuji cut it out,” you scold when he starts to whine and pull at your waist. Sensing he wasn’t going to stop any time soon, you decide to hang up. “I’ll call you back.”

You put down the phone, turning to your pup to ask him what was wrong. He snuggles against you, rubbing his head against your shoulder and sliding an arm around your stomach.

He mumbles out your name and starts to weigh you back, just enough so your lower back presses against the arm of the couch and he can scoot down to place his head on your stomach and breathe in deep.

“Love you,” he mumbles and looks as though he could almost fall asleep against you. You almost repeat it before the unsettling realization crashes down on you.

That’s impossible, isn’t it? You’re not even the same species!

“Yuuji,” he snaps his head up, pinning his ears back at the rough sound of your voice, “Did you do this?” you ask him, showing him the pregnancy stick. He doesn’t seem to understand so you put it in words he can. “Breed?” you ask.

He senses that you finally get it and gives you the widest smile you think you’ve ever seen him wear. It’s almost enough to make you laugh. Almost.

“You’re downright proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

Happily, he buries his forehead against your stomach. “Good boy?”

You sigh but pet him anyway, seeing that this is very much your fault in the first place. Besides you can’t stay mad at that face. “Very good boy.”

[in-som-niyah]

soft!oblivious!Jason Todd x fem!reader on her period

a/n: hey besties guess whos on the bathroom floor again haha its me!!!!! endo is trying to murder me but guess what jason's here to make it all better!!! this is entirely self-indulgent btw i wrote this to make myself feel better and to take my mind off the urge to rip my uterus out with my bare hands🫶🏾🎀🌸💝✨💖💗💕

Warnings: reader vomits, reader has a period, reader is in fucking pain, jason todd speaks spanish, reader is weakned, jason todd is a beautiful husband fuck you i said what i said

Note: reader and jason have a system where jason asks the reader what her pain is on a scale from 1-10 (10 being highest)

Jason's key turns in the lock of your shared apartment in Gotham.

To his surprise, the place is dark and lifeless. Upon checking his watch, which read 6:45pm, he noticed the peculiarity of the scene before him.

Usually, you would have started dinner by now, had some sexy 90's R&B playing (which you unashamedly sung along to) and would have greeted him babbling excitedly about what your colleagues thought about your new hairstyle.

But nope, there was nothing.

Though Jason was concerned, he tried to pass it off as a weird occurrence, until he heard a faint retch coming from the other side of the apartment.

Immediately, he parked whatever he was doing and came rushing (sprinting) to you, desperately needing to make sure you're okay.

When he found you in the bathroom hovering over the toilet, the sight clawed a hole in his chest.

You were gripping the edges of the toilet with shaky hands, trying to steady your unstable and shaking body. Your braids were tied back too tight, definitely causing you an uncomfortable and unnecessary headache.

Carefully, Jason stepped in the bathroom and lowered himself to you. He loosened your hair and re-tied it in a more comfortable way and kissed the top of your head.

In your dazed state, you barely recognized his lithe fingers in your hair, too exhausted physically and mentally to focus on anything other than the searing pain in your abdomen.

Finally empty, you reach to flush the toilet when a much bigger, scarred hand takes yours and kisses the back of it before flushing for you.

At this, you look up at him with bleary, tearful and irritated eyes, clearly indicative that you've been feeling like this for a while.

Jason's heart cracks.

Before either of you could speak, Jason pressed his forehead to yours and instructed you to steady your breathing. His hands expertly maneuver you to sit on your bum in front of him; this was not his first rodeo.

Jason was familiar with your illness, and what that meant for you sometimes. With practise, he was attuned to your needs and catered to them willingly. But still, his heart broke a little more every time he saw your body fold in on itself in pain.

When your breathing calmed he kissed your forehead just before another cramp seized your body, and your face crumpled in pain.

"Shit- You're okay sweetheart c'mere. Remember to breathe okay? In. Out."

You nodded lightly as you pushed yourself to move into his lap, the action only making your muscles strain but you were so desperate to feel his warmth you did it anyway.

As you continued to breathe Jason wrapped his strong arms around you and held you to his body, his hands came up to gently rub your lower back where he knew you were hurting.

"What's your number this time, amorcita." Jason asked in a tender voice, as to not upset your headache.

Through sniffles and shakes, you reluctantly surface your buried head from his chest to answer him.

"It was an 8 all day today..." you started, still in pain but able to speak.

"I took the painkillers too late, and they didn't work in time. I'm sorr-"

You're interrupted by Jason pulling you back into him. He would sooner take your pain than hear you apologize for a painful experience you couldn't control.

"Shhhh no sorries, princessa. You know that." He spoke into your hair.

Soon, the wave of pain settled, and you were granted a limited amount of small relief.

"I-I think I should move to the bed now. I don't know how much I have until the next one" you mumbled into his chest.

Through a positive rumble in his chest he agreed, and began to carefully untangle himself from you.

"Can you stand?" Jason asks, his eyes conveying sincerity.

You looked to the floor shook your head in shame. You couldn't believe you had to rely on Jason to help you so much.

"I'm gonna pick you up okay baby?" He says, but his eyes ask for your permission.

Upon granting it, he slips his arms under your body and lifts like you weigh nothing. He carefully walks to the bed, taking extra care in making sure he doesn't hit your head or legs on walls or doorways.

Once at your bedside, he places you down gently and presses a set of kisses to your nose, cheek and forehead. It is then when he notices how frigid your skin is, which worries him. But first, he needs more information.

"How long ago did you take the painkillers, mi vida?" He begins as he crouches to reach your eye level.

With an exasperated sigh, you close your eyes and shrug. Truly you had no idea how long it has been since you've been in such pain, much less since you've taken your last round of painkillers.

Jason returns your sigh, but with one of sadness as he reaches out his hand to absentmindedly rub your sore hips. Remembering your small remedies that help the pain, he stands and begins out the room.

Suddenly your hand grasp his ring and pinky, and he turns to face you again.

You look up at him with tears on your cheeks, silently begging him to stay.

At this, he leans down and captures your lips softly, silently letting you know that he would never do anything you wouldn't want him to.

With your hand still grasping his, he brings your hand to his lips to kiss, before breaking the silence.

"'Tell you what, amorcita. I'm gonna go get you your heating pad and boil some raspberry leaf tea, then i'll climb into bed with you and i'll rub your back as you fall asleep. But you gotta let go of me so I can do it, bien?"

Reluctantly, you took his offer and released his hand before he left a soothing kiss to your hairline and took off.

While he was gone, your were desperately breathing through another wave, trying not to scream or cry out. The pain continued to ebb and flow, but it was pain nonetheless.

When Jason returned with the tea, hot water bottle and a little square of dark chocolate he found you almost asleep, knees up to your chest while clutching your abdomen. He knew you well enough to know that your back is not enjoying the position at all.

He placed the tea and chocolate on your nightstand and carefully took his spot behind you. You slightly woke up at his shifting, but upon Jason's placement of the hot water bottle to your aching abdomen, you relaxed.

Jason breathed a silent breath of gratitude that you're able to rest easier than you were before now that you're comfortable. He moved himself closer to your body, firmly but delicately wrapping his arms around you and stretching out your aching back.

You appreciated this, the pressure releasing on your back and the soothing warmth of your hot water bottle contributing to easing your pains.

Jason retracted one of his arms from your waist in favour of rubbing your sore lower back. A sleepy hum of appreciation followed his ministrations just before you spoke.

"Jason?" you mumbled into your pillow

"Querida?" he replied, semi alert

"Thank you" you finish as you let yourself drift into a light and more comfortable sleep.

A peck to the back of your head is his response.

Jason knows he can't take away your pain. But when it cuts you deep, he'll be your remedy.

Always.

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a/n pt2: bro im so sorry if this makes no sense im in pain leave me alone im tired its sleepytime

[teddybeartoji]

snow leopard! satoru taking care of reader when they're sick !!!!

🥺🥺🥺🥺OH NONNIEEE HE'D BE SOO SO WORRIEDDD!!!!!!!! he knows you're gonna be sick before you do btw!!!! he picks up that your body temperature has risen and he can feel you shivering and he can hear you sniffling during the night and he gets so upset wahh:(((( poor baby:(((((( he gently wakes you up and brings you some water and meds and then he helps you change your shirt if needed. aaand then he pulls you into his chest, purring quietly as he tries to lull you back to sleep. he's gently patting your head and stroking your back, and his tail is just trailing over your legs too - he's pulling out all the stops to help you get some rest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and ofc when you wake up again he's already there, sitting at the end of the bed with his head cocked to the side. he's got you some tea and some meds and he will personally hold the cup to your lips bc he doesn't want you to move a muscle. you're his baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

if there's any need for a bath, he'll do that too. i think i said it somewhere before that he doesn't actually have anything against water so it's all fine with him; he washes your hair for you and scrubs your body while nuzzling his nose into the side of your face. snow leopard!gojo is so big on physical touch like more so even than non-hybrid him so he has to be glued to you at all times. he doesn't care if you try to push him away bc idk what if he manages to catch the flu too, he'll still be there.

iiif it's like a period cramps kind of sick or just any sort of stomach thing i suppose his favourite thing to do is to knead your tummy!!!!!! he knows exactly how much pressure to apply and his hands are always so so warm too it feels so fucking good and it helps so much too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he often just lays his head on your belly too (that's more just bc he wants to though i think..)

[sethsclearwater]

Could you do a fic for Paul in which reader never has been in a healthy relationship so now she's getting used to the gentleness that comes with our boy Paul. How do you think he would be with her?

Btw I love all your fics💖

thank you!! 🥺🤍

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you were woken up by your imprinter's warm touch on your arm, gently squeezing the muscle to wake you up, "hey princess," paul murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

you let out a soft groan, blearily knuckling at your eyes to wake yourself up a bit more, "need you to get up for me real quick," he said softly and you frowned, not sure what he meant as you rolled over onto your other side so you were facing him.

despite the fact that it was clearly still the middle of the night based on the darkness in your room, you were able to make out his features, "'s wrong?" you asked softly, still trying to knock the fatigue out of your system as you asked your question.

paul offered you a soft smile, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "you jus' started your period is all," he explained and you frowned, looking down to see that there was a small blood stain on the sheets from when you must've started your period earlier in the night.

"oh i'm sorry-" you murmured, quickly sitting up so you could change the sheets for him but paul stopped you, sliding his hand over your hip so he could gently tug you back down.

"'s not your fault," paul reassured, "i think i have some tampons in the bathroom somewhere if you want one," he added and you slowly nodded, blushing as you peeked up at him.

in your previous relationship, your ex was beyond disgusted with you when you bled through the sheets, making you clean everything up while he went to go sleep on the couch. so paul having the complete opposite attitude was a welcome surprise to say the least.

"thank you," you whispered after a moment of processing his words and paul just offered you a smile, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

he offered your hip a soft squeeze before he was getting back up and you followed shortly after, letting out a quiet whimper when you felt the all too familiar cramps begin to plague your abdomen.

"cramps?" he asked softly as he came around the bed to squat in front of you, taking your hands into his while he waited for your response.

you nodded, closing your eyes to take a few deep breaths while you waited for them to subside enough for you to get up. after a moment, you opened your eyes again and paul gently squeezed your hands, "i should have some midol in the bathroom if you want to take that," he suggested and you nodded, taking your hands out of his so you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tight hug.

paul just let out a breathy laugh, hugging you back, "you're doing great princess," he reassured, pressing a kiss to your temple before you gently released your grip on him so he could slide his hands down to rest on your thighs.

"you wanna get some new pajamas and i'll go find the midol?" he asked, standing back up when you nodded and taking your hands into his so he could help you up.

while you grabbed a pad out of your bag and got changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, paul went into the bathroom on a hunt for the spare midol he apparently kept lying around.

you padded over to the bathroom after a moment, the light from the bathroom taking you a moment to adjust to before you saw paul pulling out a box of the infamous midol from the cabinet.

he looked over his shoulder when he saw you, offering you a small smile when he saw how shy you looked despite the fact that you two had been dating for nearly 6 months now. you slid your hands around your waist in a weak attempt to dull the cramps in your abdomen.

"here you go," he said softly, handing you one of the midol pills and your hydroflask that you lugged around with you everywhere. you offered him a small smile, taking the pill and swallowing it with a sip of water, "why don't you go lay down in the living room for a little bit while i get the sheets in the washer?" he asked, smiling as you stepped closer to him so you could rest your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist.

he kissed the crown of your head, gladly hugging you back. the two of you stood there for a few moments, just relaxing in each other's embrace before you felt your cramps flaring up again and realized you needed to lay back down.

as you let out a quiet whimper, paul slid his hands down to your lower back, gently kneading at the muscles there for a moment before he was releasing his grip on you so you could head into the living room.

while you went and laid down on the pullout couch in the living room, paul quickly got the sheets off the bed and into the washing machine.

when he came into the living room, he let out a quiet laugh to himself when he saw you already sleeping on the pullout couch with your favorite blanket thrown haphazardly across your figure.

he quickly got onto the bed with you, the squeaking from the mattress waking you back up just enough to roll over so you were curled into his chest.

[victoryverse]

Maybe can you do where konig eats you out on your period? You have bad cramps and stuff? Like he pulls the tampon out with his teeth and it made y/ns cramps start to stop? And he lies her on a towel and drinks the blood? Just a request btw :D

TW: PERIOD SEX, BLOOD.

I’m just going to preface this by saying that period sex is totally normal and nothing to be ashamed of! And as long as both parties are comfortable and consenting, there’s nothing wrong with indulging in some oral pleasure during that time of the month. Enjoy!

. . .

Konig gently stroked your lower abdomen, his fingers tracing soothing circles as you curled up on the bed in agony.

“Fuck, these cramps are killing me,” you groaned, your face buried in a pillow.

“I’m sorry, Liebling,” Konig cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

You shook your head, too miserable to even think about moving. But then an idea popped into your head - maybe Konig could help relieve the pain in a different way.

“Actually, there is one thing you could do,” you said, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Konig raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what would that be?”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the potential embarrassment. “Well, you know how I’m on my period… and you’re so good at… you know…”

Konig’s lips curled into a smirk as he caught onto your meaning. “So you want me to eat you out on your period?”

You blushed, but nodded. “If you’re okay with it… I know it might be gross.”

Konig chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s not gross, Liebling. It’s just a natural part of your body. And if it will make you feel better, I’m more than happy to do it.”

You let out a sigh of relief, grateful for Konig’s open-mindedness and understanding. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before moving down your body, his hands trailing down your sides.

Gently, he tugged your panties down your legs, his lips following the fabric until it was discarded on the floor. He spread your legs, exposing your swollen, sensitive clit to his gaze.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh.

You shivered, feeling a jolt of arousal shoot through your body. Despite your cramps, you couldn’t help but feel excited at the thought of Konig pleasuring you.

He leaned in, his hot breath fanning over your clit before he pressed a teasing kiss to it. You moaned, your hands fisting in the sheets as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nub.

Konig’s hands moved to your hips, holding you down as he began to suck and lick at your clit, his tongue swirling around it in slow, languid circles. You couldn’t hold back your cries of pleasure as he worked his magic, your arousal building with each passing second.

But then, you felt something different - Konig’s teeth gently tugging at something inside you. You gasped, your eyes flying open as you realized what he was doing.

“Konig…” you moaned, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over you.

But Konig didn’t seem to mind, his eyes glinting with desire as he pulled your tampon out with his teeth. You felt a gush of blood as he discarded it on the floor, but the sensation was quickly replaced with a wave of pleasure as Konig’s tongue returned to your clit.

He drank from you, his lips and tongue coated in your blood as he pleasured you. And to your surprise, you found that the cramps had begun to subside, the pleasure of Konig’s mouth overriding the pain in your lower abdomen.

You moaned and writhed as Konig continued to eat you out, his hands roaming over your body as he brought you to the edge of orgasm. You felt your muscles tense, your orgasm building to a peak before finally crashing over you in a wave of pleasure.

You cried out, your body shaking as Konig continued to lick and suck at your clit, drawing out your climax until you were a trembling, sated mess.

He crawled up your body, pressing a kiss to your lips as he settled next to you on the bed. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Thank you, Konig,” you said, snuggling into his side.

He smiled, wrapping an arm around you. “Anytime, Liebling. I’m always happy to take care of you.”

You let out a contented sigh, feeling grateful and loved as you drifted off to sleep in Konig’s arms.

[gothushi]

nikolai and/or Astarion…period feeding…both of you being constantly satisfied, you from the orgasms and him from the feeling of being full…

im going to literally faint.

this goes for both of them, but theyll totally be down for this, it’s one of their favorite things

nikolai just loves pampering you, loves to take care of you. so when you aren’t feeling well, he despises it. any sign of an ache or pain and he’s got this instinctual need to protect and soothe that makes him almost physically hurt if he can’t help. so ur poor cramps, ur back aching, ur muscles weak and sore, it all makes him pout a bit, makes him coo and pet over u and shush u as he makes u lay down.

he’d probably have a bunch of nice soft blankets down, muttering about not worrying about a mess, just relax. he’s got a little nest made up, and it absolutely reeks of u in the best way. (oh yeah, he loves tht ur scent is stronger on ur period btw) will make sure ur comfy as can be, maybe even has a heating pad/hot water bottle on ur front, behind ur back. keeps ur legs over his shoulders so ur not laying flat, easing ur back pain some. and ughhgf he just goes to town. he’s very gentle though, obviously ur sore and achey and it actually took quite a bit to even get u horny in the first place. his hands stay on ur hips and thighs, rubbing and kneading the soft flesh whilst he peppers little kissies all over. tries to build it up in a more romantic, intimate way but the smell of u is making his dick so hard it hurts, leaking, and his eyes are going out of focus here and there. so eventually he dives in. goes slow, moans like a pornstar against ur clit because good god is this the best thing he’s ever experienced, or what? it’s like his tongue has gained the sentience of his hands and is massaging you in ways u didnt know cld feel good. all the while he’s getting that delicious slick snd cum mixed with your blood. he gets greedier as time goes on, eating u out more fervently. he can feel his mood lightening, his body becoming satisfied not only with making u feel good but the feeding itself. makes him feel strong, fast. gets more growly and huffy against ur cunt too, drooling a bit but making sure to get every last drop on his tongue.

likes to flatten his tongue over ur hole and feel u physically leak onto him, makes him moan lewdly whilst his eyes roll from the taste and the rush he gets from it before moving back up to suckle at ur clit so u can cum again. will not be shy about parting ur thighs more and using his thumbs to spread ur cunt open, holding ur aching lips apart so he can get every last drop.

astarion my beloved boy. he’s also one who just gets so mad when u don’t feel good. like, he wants to make it better instantly, hates to see u suffer like that even if it’s a minor thing. if ur still traveling with the others, he takes over ur duties and stuff so u can just rest under a tree in the shade, curled up with scratch taking a nap. kinda the same if u’ve both settled down in a home too, does the chores u normally do, insists that u rest and stay where u are, keep reading ur book i’ve got dinner under control. very fussy this man is. again, probably enjoys a good nest. wants u to be comfortable so he finds what position u feel best in. i think he’d be the same in like .. going slow at first, more gentle and romantic turning more passionate and needy eating u out.

sharp fangs graze ur skin on either side of ur clit, his tongue peaking out to lap up a bit of slick. gets a taste of u and has to physically hold back whimpering between ur thighs. soooo many compliments too, cooing and soothing u sweetly between sucks, licks, laps. ranging from how good u taste, how sweet u smell to him, to how amazing and strong u make him feel from feeding. it boosts his ego to have u whining and crying, grabbing his hair and feeling unbelievably pleasured. he feels happier, stronger just as nikolai does when feeding. practically makes out w ur pussy, and unlike nikolai, astarion is a bit of a messy eater. he nvr used to be until u came along.. has blood and slick and cum smeared on his chin, coating his fingers because he can’t resist stretching u out some, suckling the mess off his digits with a huffed noise.

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Part 2 of Hatori Sohma HCs pretty please?

@whatthefragisinsurrance

Of course I can m’love!! So sorry for the wait but here it is <33

Hatori Sohma HCs (PART 2)

Part one here

Hatori is a sucker for domestic life

Like,, all he wants is normality

He wants someone to wake up to in the morning, and fall asleep to at night

He wants someone to know how he likes his coffee, and makes it without thinking twice

(He’s a short black kinda guy, btw)

((The only other things he will drink is water or green tea))

Going off that, his primary love language is acts of service

You will practically never brush your own hair again

He loves being able to take care of you in such a simple way

Does the same whenever you have muscle cramps

^^gives really good massages

He struggles giving words of affirmation, but Loves receiving them

If you’re not really amazingly good at reading people, you probably didn’t realise he was interested in you

There were no major indicators

Shocked EVERYONE except Shigure and Ayame when y’all got together

((the same thing happens when he proposes three and a half years later))

Hatori gets Real jealous when his two dumbasses start flirting with you

When he gets jealous, just,,, silently fumes

Grumpy grumpy man

Doesn’t blame you, of course

Just regrets ever befriending them

Speaking of, Shigure and Aya Love you

Or y’know, they love shit stirring Hatori and you’re the best way to do that

Only reads non-fiction

What a boring bitch

And if you didn’t already realise

If you want Hatori

You’re getting his adopted son (Momiji) too

[musamora]

𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖘/𝖔 「𝔣𝔶𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔢𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔶」 ༉‧₊˚

from anonymous ⇢ "could you write some hc's about fyodor taking care of a sick s/o? love your work btw!"

content. gn!reader. illnesses (implied pneumonia and influenza), hurt/comfort, dizziness, badly translated russian, cute little headcanons. not proofread. 1.8k+ words.

author's note. thank you for the request! i've been in a bit of a writer's funk lately, so hopefully my little ramblings are good ٩(*•͈ ꇴ •͈*)و ̑̑❀

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synopsis. it had been the perfect day for enjoying the sunshine, only for you to succumb to the symptoms of an unknown illness. unluckily for you, fyodor is gone on a mission, so it's time to fend for yourself.

You had been stuck home for weeks, only allowed to leave for groceries and emergencies. Fyodor was away on a dangerous mission inside the city and wanted to ensure that you were safe and sound at home. It was reassuring to receive letters from him since he was close by, but you had started to succumb to cabin fever.

But tomorrow was supposed to be the perfect day.

You took a cursory peek at the weather the night before, pleased to find local climate conditions suitable for finishing your chores while soaking up some sun. It had been either too hot or too rainy for you to leave the house, but tomorrow would provide the prime opportunity to embrace some fresh air.

But it was not meant to be.

"God," you hissed, stretching your disjointed limbs when the sun blinded you as it peeked between the shutters. Weather conditions were perfect, but it seemed your body raised another issue. Your muscles ached with each pop of your joints — strange, but you assumed you had slept wrong. And then your head began to throb. It was small at first but only increased in pressure and annoyance as the day continued. Your throat was the worst of it, an unfluctuating burning sensation aggravating your nerves every time you swallowed.

You originally wrote off these symptoms — the shift of weather probably had a negative effect on your body. It was nothing some good-ol’ fashioned pain medication couldn’t fight off. A minor cold or headache would be manageable as long as you didn’t strain yourself too much, and you refused to dampen such nice weather, so you trekked onward.

The beginning of your day started in the garden, your fingers fast at work toiling with weeds and watering plants. However, the elevated sensation of spasms crawled up the muscles of your arm, making your fingers twitch with every movement. You fussed, massaging your palm with your fingers, and decided that you had enough gardening for the day — there was no way you could continue in this condition. 

So instead, you embraced the brush of air-conditioning against your sweat-slicked skin, sliding the door shut unceremoniously as you trudged your way over to the kitchen counter. A mound of paperwork loomed ahead, awaiting examination and signatures. It seemed like Fyodor reveled in giving you these menial tasks, either to add or to evade your boredom. You shuffled through the top of the stack, carrying a bundle to sit next to the conditioning unit — otherwise, you’d be tempted to stick ice cubes against your skin to relieve the heat-based dizziness that stirred the neurons of your brain.

Tick. Tick.

The clock clicked onward, and you found your hands more cramped and your eyes more and more strained. Even paperwork had become an arduous task, your muscles twinging with pins and needles in the frigid air. So after you signed your name for what seemed like the thousandth time, you placed the pen and papers on the floor and called it a day. You weren’t getting anything else done in this position, and you honestly did not want to be awake for this day any longer.

It seemed to be one of those days, days when the world mocked your misery with its delightful weather, watching in humor as you stumbled over your own feet to crawl away from its intense gaze. You burrowed into the sheets like a rabbit, the cotton comforter cocooning around your body, substituting the presence of your missing lover. The scent of pine permeated from the sheets — you had sprayed the bed each morning with cologne whenever Fyodor was away — as your muscles unwound, eyes fluttering shut as a tiny smile graced your features.

But the nap did not help.

Instead of arising from your bed with a sense of refreshment and relief, the pounding of your skull ran tremors through your body. Your vision had split into blurred shards of light, hands shaking as you guided yourself into the bathroom. You placed a thermometer against your forehead after a quick rummage through your drawers, leaning against the wall as you waited for the beep. Your legs wobbled as you fought back sleep, wincing when the thermometer rang.

102.2°F.

That was pretty damn high.

Body temperature was the most concerning aspect of your condition, and most of your other symptoms would leave if you had taken care of it, so you focused on that first. After waddling into the kitchen, you strained to reach for a cup inside the kitchen cabinet to fill with water. The entire process became more tedious than usual, and the water splashing against your hands only made your fingers cramp. You popped the medication cap open, downing the pills and chugging the water with conviction before slamming the cup onto the counter.

You stumbled your way into the living room., throwing yourself on the couch as your legs gave up underneath you. Your feet toyed with a blanket on the end, flicking it across your body as you struggled to find the proper ratio for the best cooling effect. It became an on-again, off-again struggle before you gave up, groaning into the scratchy decorative pillow under your head.

Each breath was a struggle, the pressure on your chest acting like a lead weight slowly sinking under the water. You braced yourself on your back, feeling the expansion and contraction of your chest with your hands, fearing that if you stopped tracking each breath, you would stop breathing entirely. 

Shit.

The world went hazy, black dots crawling at the edges of your vision.

Creak!

You moaned, clutching onto the pillow as you covered your ears to shield them from the obtrusive sound. The footsteps that began to enter the room paused before someone rushed to your side. That same person seemed to be talking to you — yes, you knew they had to be — a hand guiding you to sit straight and a gentle voice coaxing your eyes open. It was difficult to see who it was, but that velvety Russian accent made it easier.

"F-Fyodor," you mumbled, squinting at him through clouded eyes. He leaned your body against the back of the couch, kissing your forehead to feel for your temperature. His brow furrowed, eyes examining your body as it tremoured with chills. 

If he had known about this, he would’ve returned sooner.

"Я тут, Я тут. Ты не один, любимая . Я тут."

The moment he strides through the doorway and spots your doubled-over body on the couch, he’ll assess the situation and act with precision. He is an intelligent man, which makes his first instinct to address the issues he can and find the fastest way to cool you down. And knowing him, he would be able to identify your specific ailment with around 95% accuracy.

He may not be a medical professional, but he is well-read and has extensive knowledge of human biological makeup and anatomy. He would also have access to your medical records (whether you know it or not) — it makes it easier for him to look after you, but he’ll never tell you that. 

So his first priority is both bringing your temperature down and stabilizing you. He will refresh the sheets inside your bedroom (smirking at the familiar scent of cologne), laying you down with a cool rag on your forehead. Any time you wake up, you are guaranteed to have water situated inches away from your face. Despite your sore throat, he will not allow you to gargle any salt water. He doesn’t want you to get any more dehydrated.

"You need to drink, мышка. You won’t get better if you're dehydrated."

Your entire bedroom will have turned into a cozy den, allowing you to rest without going completely stir-crazy. A heating pad would lie beneath your back, and a humidifier would be adjusted near your face to clear out your lungs — that’s one of the things that worried him the moment he walked through the door. He was concerned you were slowly suffocating, which he knows is one of the worst ways to go.

He would also massage your sore muscles. Enjoy this treatment while it lasts because he wouldn’t normally do this when you were fully cognizant. He is a bit softer to you in this state because it reminds him of the fragility of the human body. He often forgets (more like doesn’t take into consideration) that his own body is weakened due to his anemia, so this is an excellent wake-up call.

You are going to have a rare chance to eat his food! Fyodor is usually too busy to make any meals, so you have the prime opportunity to enjoy some classic Russian dishes — delicious sour rassolnik and hearty solyanka soups, perfect for soothing your throat and filling your stomach.

After all of this, he would force you to take a bath — but at a lukewarm temperature to ensure you wouldn’t worsen your fever. He would want to get rid of any germs as soon as possible, so he’d make sure that every inch of your body is scrubbed down.

And if you aren’t married, he will not get in the tub with you. He is a traditional man (i.e., no sex until after marriage, etc.), and he is already pushing it by helping you bathe in the first place — because as much as this man secretly loves your body, he has to "maintain the sanctity of your relationship." Though the entire experience would make him think twice about waiting to get married.

If you are married, he might get in the tub with you if you insist. He finds that he can’t say no to you as efficiently when you’re in this much pain, and you both enjoy the feeling of being so close to one another. 

He would still sleep in the same bed as you, but he won’t do any sort of cuddling (not that he does it much in the first place). At most, he’ll hold your hand as you fall asleep, letting you know that he’s there. He’d also read to you if you were struggling with sleeping, ensuring that you get a proper night’s rest.

It is rare to see this man taking care of you in a non-discrete way, so revel in it while it lasts. He will maintain a calm composure throughout the duration of your sickness, but he is genuinely worried for your health. He hates seeing you in pain, and he will do anything to ease it.

For the following weeks, he would not allow you to exert yourself until you have fully recovered. If he sees you overworking yourself, you are immediately chastised and sent back to bed.

"Приле́чь, любимая моя. Ты нужда́ешься в о́тдыхе."

He makes sure to set up a system so that he’ll be notified whenever you’re sick, which could be from having a co-worker monitor you (though he doesn’t like the idea of anyone besides himself having eyes on you) or setting up a camera system in your home. He wants to be aware whenever you’re sick so that, at the very least, he can be prepared for when he arrives back home.

"Идти́ спать, мой Дорогая. Я буду здесь, когда ты проснешься."

мышка = mouse я тут, я тут. ты не один, любимая. я тут. = i’m here, i’m here. you’re not alone, my love. i’m here. приле́чь, любимая моя. ты нужда́ешься в о́тдыхе. = lie down, my love. you need rest. идти́ спать, мой дорогая. я буду здесь, когда ты проснешься. = go to bed, my dear. i'll be here when you wake up.

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[jjongslutz]

Umm...hi. It has been a few days but I am thinking how will Jay take care of you when you are on your periods. Omg, I can imagine him being VERY calm with my mood swings > <, I think he is the type to cook you good food, give you a massage (tho he will get horny but won't show it 😬), giving you heat pads and making you hot chocolates and others. Hope you will give wings to my this delulu idea 🤩. Btw, love your posts (I am always waiting for a notification from ya). Keep going, engene girl ✊🏻✊🏻.

the way i think about this every month when my period comes 🙏 (also thank you so much i really appreciate this 🥹)

he's the type to keep track of you period, either by literally writing it down in his calendar, or even having an app

whichever way he has it down, he'll always prepare in advance because he knows that it can sometimes be irregular

that means making sure the heating pack works okay, bringing chocolates, restocking the bin in his bathroom with sanitary pads and tampons (whichever one you prefer) even if you don't live together yet :(

he'll come pick you up as soon as you text him you're not feeling well and bring you to his bedroom to rest

best know the tv is set up with all your favourite shows/movies, he has a tray of food all ready for you (he knows you haven't had breakfast yet) with your heating pack

on the really bad days, he'll stay by your side throughout the day and get you whatever you need whenever you need it - consider him your personal servant lol

don't forget that he's a part-time not-so professional masseuse, so the second you mention muscle cramps he's taking the time to help you relax them

nsfw under the cut ↓

of course... this gets him riled up. from the way your skin is still hot from the heating pack, to the soft moans you release from the relieving massage

he'll try to brush it off, convince himself to not get horny "she's in pain" "it's not the time"

little does he know that you've been needing him so badly - your body's aching but you know the one thing that could make you feel better is having him inside you

it's true that orgasms help relieve the cramps from your period!!

so you start to roll your hips as he gently massages the small on your back, eliciting a pleasured hum as your thinly clothed pussy rubs against the mattress

"y/n..." jay breathes out

you hum in reply, your eyes closed while wearing a satisfied smile

"i need you"

and that's enough for you to push yourself up on your elbows, backing your ass into his growing erection. "make me feel good," you plead sensually

he could never deny you, so in a second he's pulling down your shorts, pushing your panties aside and sticking a finger into your cunt

you whine at the touch, "it's dirty," you complain, but jay isn't having it

"baby, i don't care," he says, making room for a second digit. "let me make you feel better"

and soon enough he has you coming hard on his fingers, but when you're still not satisfied, he's taking off his pants and stroking himself a few times before pushing himself deep into your pussy

when he's all bottomed out, he'll lean forward into your body until his chest is flushed against your back. delicately moving your hair out of your face, he'll leave a few soft kisses against your warm skin, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he rocks into you at a slow, but rhythmic pace

period sex = gentle, loving sex in his books

at the end of it, he'll refuse to pull out knowing that you rather focus on the feeling of his cock still buried inside of you, than the agonizing cramps :(

of course, he'll reposition the both of you to make sure you're comfortable enough until you fall asleep, still cockwarming him to ease the pain

[moonspirit]

aruani kink headcanons? they're a tad 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and i wanna know your hc's on how they show it <3

Hello again, freakfont anon!!

[N/SFW]

You know, Aruani's freakiness isn't always obvious. But under that quietness there lie some very, very freaky happenings.

They're a very sexually active couple. Annie's high libido paired with Armin's higher curiosity makes pretty much every night a fucking fantastic trip to the moon.

2. That said, they're quite vanilla in the beginning of their relationship. You know, shyness + inexperience + mutual embarrassment and insecurity.

3. But once they're past all that!!!!

4. Woo!!!!

5. Armin needs only to see a sliver of the skin on Annie's waist to get aroused, wondering how he can use that tiny strip of her body to collect every single breath and reaction out of her, new and old. And anyway, it's not like it's very complicated. Annie's not a very "sleep-clothes" person, most often she's only in a tank top and shorts - very easy to uhhh- slip his hands up her soft thighs and over her softer ass.

6. And Annie? Her on-off button is Armin's voice. All he has to do is croon her name or tell her she looks pretty and she's dropping her panties (if she has the patience for it. Otherwise she's just jumping him. Something something put his newly toned body to good use by making him lift her up and bear the weight... it's sexy. It turns her on.)

7. Oh btw her "off" button doesn't really work.

8. At some point Armin gets really fucking obsessed with giving Annie hickeys in extremely dangerous spots. Like the back of her neck barely hidden by the collars of her shirt. The inside of her arm, right where the sleeves stop when they're rolled up. The top of her chest exactly below the second button of her shirt - she can never undo it for this reason. On her inner thighs - it's a good thing she has stockings on. The sides of her breasts where her bra or the hems of her evening dress brush. And right there, on her cunt, where she continues to feel the pleasurable sting and heat long after. It's exciting you see, finding Annie going about her daily business with a furious blush on her cheeks because no matter what she does - there's a hickey somewhere she can't expose!

9. They like to do it in freaky places too. The trial room of a clothing store. The theatre. In the back of a car parked somewhere dark. The washroom of a restaurant. A libary. An office-room. A deserted street at night. In the forest. At the beach.

10. Well, Annie pretends she doesn't like it, hissing and glaring and scowling but strangely does not protest when Armin's lifting her leg up. He finds it very cute, her anger.

11. They're into some very kinky ideas! Particularly, Annie tends to get really fucking turned on whenever he's in that goddamn illegal suit because! His tie! His tiiieee! He looks so... fuckable in it.

12. So Annie develops a thing for calling Armin "Commander, you shouldn't be shirking your responsibilities like this..." while simultaneously dragging him by his tie into an empty room and closing the door shut.

13. (*whispers* they're having commander kink sex in there)

14. Annie's a scratcher and Armin's a biter/licker. Yeah they carry a lot of bruises!

15. Their dom-sub dynamic is typically Armin being the soft!dom and he REALLY gets off on it! It's the validation and sense of power he gets over being the one to lead Annie through the sex - and Annie lets him because holy fuck does he KNOW how to fuck her!

16. They're always trying very very creative positions. Sometimes they work, sometimes they end up cramping their muscles and burst out laughing. In either case, they have a lot of fun.

17. With Aruani, it's highly sophisticated dirty talk, and Armin's the one doing most of the talking because... well, because boy reaaally knows how to talk to get her whimpering and wet before he's even undressed her.

18. PSYCHOLOGICAL MIND-GAMES SEX, BABY.

19. Sometimes they get really fucking competitive! Annie trying to wipe that cheeky smile off his face by topping and riding him until he's speechless, or Armin in turn trying to capitalize on his assured victory when Annie's legs no longer work. Then Annie getting pissed that she's losing and taking control again, Armin grinning because no matter what, he can sense her struggling, and--

20. So. Only a tad 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, you say?

[aquanicota]

starson... odd lion boy

obligatory milo mention

i got a REALLY fucking bad muscle cramp in my leg after drawing this btw. screaming and yodeling type pain the candle cove curse is real guys

[springonmytraptillicomeback]

DAWG I DONT EVEN KNOW

why does walking hurt so much. why do I get so many stitches. why. Why body.