heyy souls, i just wanted to say that my period started today and i'm having so many cramps 😭 and all i can think about is how mark rosario would feel taking care of his beloved during this time. i'm sure he would be extremely sweet and caring towards her ❤️🩹
awww babe i’m sorry to hear that ):
here’s a lil sum <3 slight nsfw but otherwise no tw!
in the dim glow of the hostel's shared bunk room, luigi— currently known as mark rosario— first spotted you during check-in. your easy smile and weary eyes drew him in, which was a rare spark of normalcy amid his current paranoia. the days at the hostel blurred into shared glances while his guarded heart cracked just enough to become intrigued.
so the two of you had become sort-of… friends?
one stormy new york night as thunder rattled the thin walls, he heard your muffled whimpers from the bunk below. you were curled into a tight ball, sweat beading at your forehead while you clutched your abdomen against the relentless grip of your cramps.
“hey, you okay?” mark’s voice ventured from above you.
you only nodded weakly, but the pain twisted your face. “yeah, just… hurting,” you admitted sheepishly through gritted teeth. “down there.”
without a word, he fetched a hot water bottle from the communal kitchen. he returned, and pressed it firmly against your lower belly. mark’s touch was steady and reassuring as he rubbed slow circles over the warmth, easing the knots in your muscles.
“breathe with me, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, guiding your inhales to match his own. your heart fluttered at the nickname. you obliged, inhaling a sharp breath, but it only made the pain worsen for a split second. you groan in response. “shh, i gotcha.”
and as the heat seeped in, he shifted closer towards you. his fingers trailed up to your shoulders, kneading the tension. you sighed in relief, and he took it as permission to help more intimately.
gently, mark lifted your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air. his palms cupped them softly as his thumbs traced your nipples in light, rhythmic strokes. that sent tingles through your body.
the sensation distracted you from the ache below. leaning in, mark’s lips brushed one peak, then closed around it with a tender suck. his tongue flicked lightly as he massaged the other breast in his hand, careful yet soothing. the sensation was caring and intimate— a quiet promise of relief for your discomfort.
he switched sides, sucking gently on the other nipple while his fingers continued their work, until your body relaxed fully, the cramps fading into a distant hum under his devoted care. you felt your eyes finally flutter shut as mark continued his friendly gesture.
