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My comfort cakes for KdE *^*
HAPPY SPATORT!!!!
(Mango-Yogurt-Mousse with raspberry core)
⟡ ⌢ getting his baby's ears pierced somehow hurt satoru more than it hurt her. ⊹︰₊ fluff ⊹︰₊ angst if you count satoru being a crybaby
he was apprehensive to begin with, but he let himself be swayed by his wife’s reassuring smile and her steady hand on his face, telling him — promising him — it would be over and done with in seconds and that she wouldn’t even be in much pain.
“i got my ears pierced as a baby,” you’d explained, rocking the topic of conversation back and forth on your chest at the time. “i don’t even remember it! she’ll be okay, honey.”
“she cries when i leave the room!” he had whined back, his hand gently rubbing up and down his daughter's back as the 6-month-old had begun to fall asleep on you, “how is she gonna be “okay” with a needle through her ears??” satoru seriously needed to learn how to say no, though, because you’d convinced him in the end.
bouncing the pudgy infant on his knee and making faces to keep her entertained, he looked around nervously, watching you talk to the piercer with a polite smile. he just sighed, still a little bitter he’d been so easily talked into letting this happen to his sweet baby girl.
“daddy’s sorry for letting mommy talk me into this,” he mumbled in dramatic defeat, like he’d failed her and didn’t deserve to live. his daughter was oblivious and too preoccupied trying to shove her fingers into her mouth to try and make sense of whatever he was saying, and all he got was a garbled “baah!” in return.
“okaaayy, pumpkin, are we ready?” you came back over cooing. her small body wriggled as satoru begrudgingly repositioned her in front of the young woman about to shove holes through his poor princess’s ears. making a point to ignore your husband’s glare, you helped hold her still. the young woman, also nervously avoiding your husband’s hole-dwelling stare, cleared her throat awkwardly and gave the 3-second countdown, holding the piercing gun to her tiny left ear before it clamped down with a sharp clack.
you and satoru held your breath and checked her over. it took a long moment, long enough to give you the false hope that maybe your baby was one of the ones that didn’t cry, but eventually, inevitably, her doughy cheeks began to puff up and redden, her nose scrunched and her big eyes spilled over with tears. then came that gut-wrenching wail.
“daddy’s sooorrryyy.” satoru immediately coddled her, looking ready to start crying himself. “ohh, daddy’s sorry, princess, i know, i know…” his lip jutted out in a sympathetic pout. “mean mommy for making you do this.” he swatted at your hand when you reached to comfort your baby, glaring through his own glossy eyes as he had to hold her still again so she could get her second one over and done with. he knew he had to let it happen, but the tears and the pouty lip felt like they could cleave his heart in two.
another sharp clack!, and her wailing turned into the screams of a banshee. satoru cuddled her closer onto his shoulder, as if he could just smother the crying away, and rubbed her back, 1.) so his daughter wouldn’t see him crying, because he WAS crying, and 2.) so he could attempt to take her mind off of what he could only assume was the worst pain she'd ever felt since birth. he quickly shooed the poor woman away from his daughter, his eyes visibly wet with tears. you couldn't resist a quiet, sympathetic laugh, but he ignored you.
“oh, i knowww, i know,” he sniffled, rocking the wailing infant back and forth. “‘m so sorry, baby girl, daddy’s sorryyy…” he didn't put his daughter down at all that night. he massaged her tiny ears whenever she started to cry, distracted her with toys and kisses.
“she’s literally never doing that again,” he told you later that night, watching her sleep on the monitor. he shook his head when you chuckled. “i’m serious, my heart can’t go through any more of that. she can get them pierced again when i’m dead.”
𐔌 ۪ ઈઉ ᩙ a/n:: i feel like those people who feed birds like when they sprinkle the seeds on the ground except i only feed you guys every 6 months or so lmao
request!
can you please make a Jungwon smut where he is an idol and they are havjng a concert. He was horny that time and y/n were at the backstage mid concert just using her phone. Then Jungwon snuck backstage to fuck y/n? please make it long! add some scenarios too, up to you, author! Thankyouu!
FAN MAIL?
─── turns out winning the raffle was the least lucky thing to happen OR four years of watching him perform — and he spent the whole night making sure you’d never forget who you were on your knees for.
pairings idol!yang jungwon x fangirl!reader
content warnings oral sex (giving), deepthroating, crying/tears, hair pulling, spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, stretch kink, praise kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, choking, bruising, penetrative sex (PIV), multiple positions, overstimulation, creampie, size kink, dumbification
word count 2.9k / 2,954
laceys note this has been in my drafts for ages so im finally posting it this is filthyyyy, I hope it’s close to the request above! enjoy ☺️
The raffle had been a joke.
You’d entered it half-asleep at two in the morning, phone screen too bright, telling yourself it didn’t matter because you never won anything. Three weeks later you were standing in a queue of twenty-three people outside an arena in Seoul with a lanyard around your neck that said WINNER — VIP BACKSTAGE ACCESS and your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
The concert itself had been — there weren’t words for it.
Hello! I absolutely love your work and I hope you're doing well! 🤗
I would like a Kimi x reader fic where their relationship is kinda new (just a few months) and she's been to a few races and is genuinely loved and liked by everyone.
So one race Kimi is doing something and she's seen walking with George in the paddock (or outside or whatever) and a bunch of fans ask them for photos and they ask how she's feeling about the race or being at the Grand Prix and since she's chronically online she knows about the "Kimi is the child of George and Max stuff" so she's answering something like "oh I'm so glad to be here, especially with my mother in law", gestures to George and the fans freak out, and George is confused.
And then maybe later she's taking a picture with Max and posting it on her story with a caption like "with my father in law" or something!
If you want to ad something you're free to do so!!
🫶🫶🫶
Family Resemblance
Kimi Antonelli x Girlfriend!reader
Synopsis: You joke that George is your “mother‑in‑law” and Max your “father‑in‑law,” leaning into the fandom meme about Kimi’s “parents,” and the paddock — plus your boyfriend — spirals into chaos.
Moonlight Radio: you really went into detail with this one 😅
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please hurry leave me i can't breathe ⸺
SYNOPSIS the blue lock boys reacting to this tweet you put out on your main accidentally
STARRING isagi, rin, shidou, sae, bunny x f!chubby!reader
tw : ed!!! mentions of starving, comfort and fluffff a/n : so hahahahahhahaa imightbelowkenuinelydelvingintothedeepdarkwatersofeatingdisorders haahahahahahhahaa ijustwannabeheld hahahahaha
isagi yoichi
you wake up to 47 missed calls from isagi and your notifications exploding.
he's already at your door at 7 a.m., still in training sweats, hair messy from running over after morning practice.
he doesn't even say hi — just pulls you into a crushing hug the second you open the door.
"why didn't you tell me it was this bad?" his voice is muffled against your shoulder, shaking a little.
"i thought… i thought we talked about everything. that friend? she's just chigiri's sister. i didn't even notice— fuck, i'm so stupid."
you mumble apologies, embarrassed, but he pulls back, cups your face, eyes intense like he's on the pitch reading an opponent's move.
"no starving. no skipping. we're eating breakfast right now. together. and you're telling me every time your brain does this shit so i can shut it down."
he kisses your forehead hard.
"i love every part of you. every. part. don't you dare try to change for anyone — especially not some random comparison."
he spends the whole day glued to you: cooking, forcing bites, soft forehead kisses every time you hesitate.
by night he's tweeting a vague "my girl is perfect, don't test me!!!!" with a pic of your intertwined hands — just in case it was those chronically online fuckers who made you insecure.
♱ Made You Love Me — Chapter one.
>> After your grandparents passed, your parents dumped their old, rotting manor on you with zero help. “You’re broke, so deal with it,” they said. Reluctantly, you move into the isolated, creepy estate alone, expecting dust, leaks, and maybe some rats.
pair ; dom!lara raj x g!p!reader
tags ; blowjob. handjob. nipple sucking. praise.
-> ‘MYLM’ masterlist.
· taking care of their gf w pcos on her period ft. gojo, yuta, megumi, itadori
⊹ warnings: fem!reader, mention of period sex
gojo satoru
• gojo’s approach to caregiving is a mix of chaos, unlimited resources and limitless affection. since he can perceive things on an atomic level with his six eyes, he is hyper aware of your physical and mental state
• he absolutely skips meetings. if the elders call, he 'accidentally' drops his phone into a pond
• if you’re feeling down because of hormonal shifts he becomes a total clown. he becomes purposefully annoying in a way that is actually therapeutic. it's his way of making sure the dark side of your hormonal effects don't swallow you completely
• he puts on your favorite romcoms and provides a constant stream of hilarious, biting commentary just to keep you laughing, he does bad 'magic tricks' with his techniques and he tells you the most scandalous secrets about the jujutsu world just to keep your mind occupied, making fun of the elders until you’re giggling
• gojo is impossible to offend because of his massive ego and power so your anger doesn't scare him—it just makes him feel protective
• if you snap he doesn't argue back. if you yell at him he just stops talking, doesn't interrupt you or try to defend himself, he just lets you get it all out
• depending on what comes next he either uses a bit of humor to show you that you haven't pushed him away with your anger attack
"wow! my infinity didn't see that one coming! you've got a deadlier ct than sukuna when you’re on your period."
"my, my! someone’s spicy today. i like it but let’s get you some cookies before you decide to execute me."
• or if your nervous system is really on fire he gets behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. he uses a tiny bit of his ct to literally pull the heat out of your skin if you’re flushed from anger. he holds you firmly, in a way that says 'you can scream all you want, i'm not moving'
• if he sees that you’re actually on the verge of tears after yelling he just holds up his hands in a surrender gesture and softly say something like
"okay, okay. i'm the worst. i'm a big, annoying idiot. what do you need me to do? leave the room? stay? throw this tv out the window for you?"
• if you yelled because he was being too much (too loud, too clingy, too annoying) he actually listens and he transitions into 'silent satoru' mode. he sits on the corner and just stays there like a loyal guard dog, doesn't make a sound but he brings you food and makes sure you're comfortable, showing you he heard your need for space without actually leaving you alone
• he doesn't make you feel guilty later. if you try to apologize an hour later when the mood wave passes, he just waves his hand dismissively
"apologize for what? being a human? don't be boring babe. besides, you looked kinda hot when you were yelling at me. very authoritative."
• if you cry, he drops all the act immediately. the second he hears your breath hitch or sees a tear he stops whatever he is doing. because of his six eyes he sees the cortisol spike, the physical exhaustion take over and the way your body is curling in on itself from the cramps without having to ask you what happened
• he reels you into his space. if you’re sitting on the couch, he slidea behind you and pulls you back against his chest, or he liftsy you entirely into his lap like you weigh nothing. he uses his height to wrap around you, tucking your head firmly under his chin. he creates a pocket of space where it’s just the two of you
• if you break down and start crying he doesn't tell you to calm down, he actually encourages it. he treats your crying as a necessary biological release. he rubs slow, heavy circles into your back, letting you sob until the hormonal wave finally breaks
"there we go. get it all out. my shirt's dry clean only anyway. let's see if we can ruin it."
• since he doesn't cook (he’d probably blow up the kitchen trying to make toast) he uses his wealth and speed to feed you
• he brings you high end wagyu (the best iron source) and organic berries that cost more than a car and ridiculously delicious mochis for your sugar crawings
• if the cramps get bad he uses his rct to generate a perfect, steady heat and transmits it to your body by resting his hand or head on your lower stomach or abdomen
• with the six eyes, he sees your blood flow changing so if a hot flash is coming, he activates a tiny blue to pull the heat away from your skin, acting like a human air conditioner
• if you wake up in the night cramping he is awake the moment he senses your discomfort. he scoops you up entirely and pulls you into his lap like you weigh nothing
• he starts talking in a low, soothing hum, telling you ridiculous stories about his day or gossiping about the school. he rubs your stomach in slow circles with his large hands, using his cursed energy to create a sensation of warmth. he peppers your face with tiny kisses until you crack a smile, even if you’re annoyed
"oh honey, no. is it the internal cursed spirit again?"
"rest easy babe i'll protect you even from your period."
"do you know what yuji did today at school? you couldn't IMAGINE-"
• if your cramps reach a point where they leave you unable to breathe or hyperventilating he doesn't panic because he can't afford to, he becomes the air you're missing. he is used to being the strongest person in any room but seeing you unable to catch your breath triggers a rare, dead serious side of him
• he immediately clears the room. if there’s noise, he shuts it off. if the lights are too bright, he flicks them down. he creates a literal void of sensory input so your nervous system can stop firing
• he pulls you into his chest so you can feel the rise and fall of his ribs against your spine, he makes you feel or listen to his own breathing and heartbeat. deep, slow, and steady. he uses his six eyes to monitor your vitals, knowing exactly when your heart rate starts to dip back to safety
"listen to me breathe, okay? just me. nothing else. you're okay, i'm right here."
"feel the way my heart beats. see? it's beating for you, yeah. you're safe. i got you."
• if you’re overheating from the pain induced panic, he uses a flick of his cursed energy to drop the temperature of the air around you, providing a cooling sensation to help shock you out of the hyperventilation
• once you can breathe again, the cocky attitude stays gone for a while. he tucks your head under his chin and whispers
"that was a scary one for the both of us, princess. nothing is getting to you now. just keep breathing for me."
"there we go... see? you're back. i'd never let you go anywhere."
• since he is a massive cuddler, gojo never takes his hands off you. he wraps his long limbs around you like a literal human cocoon. he likes it when you hide your face in his neck
• even if he is playing a game or he is on his laptop, he has his leg hooked over yours or a hand resting on your ankle. he needs to be touching you to monitor your status—making sure you're still okay
• if you’re feeling insecure about skin flare ups or bloating, he looks you dead in the eye with those mesmerizing six eyes and admire you
"you know i can see everything, right? i see the way your energy moves, the way your heart beats... and let me tell you baby, you’re glowing. if i can’t find a single flaw with these eyes, then they don't exist."
• since pcos fatigue can feel like your brain is completely shut down, he handles all the 'thinking' for the day—ordering food, handling any calls, and filtering out any noise. he takes your phone and puts it on the highest shelf
"you are on pause. if it's really important, they can call me."
• when the pcos depression hits he doesn't spread toxic positivity. if you can’t get out of bed, he gets into the bed, sliding under the covers with you and just stays there until you wanna get up
• he puts up a curtain around the house. no noise from the street, no sunlight if you don't wanna see it and absolutely no intruders. he creates a safe, silent bubble where the world cannot reach you
• if you can't function by any means your boyfriend strongestoru scoops you up and carries you around the house, washes you with expensive soaps and shampoos, dresses you up in his oversize hoodies
• he wraps his entire 6'3" frame around you. he lets you feel or listen to his heartbeat. it's his way of grounding you when your mind is drifting into dark places
• if you spiral and start overthinking he gives you firm but loving reassurances
"listen. i'm the strongest. nothing is a burden to me. not a skyscraper, not a special grade curse and definitely not the woman i love. you aren't difficult to take care of, you're what makes my days better. so stop trying to do my thinking for me, okay?"
• when it comes to sex during period, gojo is the definition of zero taboo. he can't be grossed out under any circumstances, he is the type of guy that defends the idea that 'the sword of a warrior must have blood on it.' in fact, he sees period sex as a tactical advantage for managing your pain
"princess, i've been covered in the blood of special grade curses for ten years. you think a little bit of yours is going to scare me? if anything, it’s just proof your body is doing its thing. now, come here."
• since he can see through you with his six eyes he can tell instantly when your libido rises. he slides his hand under your shirt or the waistband of your shorts. if you try to pull away hinting at the bleeding he just pulls you closer
"i know. and i can feel how much you want this, too. don't try to hide it from me."
• he treats it like a mission to help you relax. he focuses entirely on your pleasure knowing that the uterine contractions during an orgasm can actually help lessen the cramps
• he prefers positions that give the maximum intimacy and don't put pressure on your abdomen
• he doesn't bother to put a towel on the sheets he just buys new ones
• he is gentleman enough to make offer to 'put a stop on this period thing for 9 months'
• gojo treats aftercare like a grand production. he doesn't want you to move a single muscle once you've finished
• he carries you into a pre drawn bath and washes you like you're the most fragile thing in the world while joking about stuff. once you're back in bed he sprawls out all over you and stays like that for a while
okkotsu yuta
• the most empathetic and emotionally attuned caretaker you could evet ask for. since he is hyper sensitive to the weight of emotions because of his past and immense cursed energy he doesn't just see your pain, he feels the shift in the air when you’re hurting. so for a person with pcos yuta is not just a boyfriend—he’s a protective sanctuary
• he absolutely stays home. he is a naturally anxious person when it comes to the safety and well being of those he loves so the idea of you being home alone and in pain while he is on a mission is a nightmare for him. he checks in with gojo or maki to say that he is staying with you
• he keeps the house dim, puts on soft music and makes sure it lacks loud noises that can trigger a headache
• he prefers playing cozy games together while his arm is wrapped around your shoulders or watching funny and 'so bad that it's good' movies of early 2000s and 90's since they're more comforting than high brow cinema in times like this. he makes soft jokes about the plot holes or the fashion choices
• if you snap or yell at him his approach is total de-escalation
• he gets a little closer to you, not away from you. he doesn't flinch or look offended. his shoulders usually drop, and his expression softens into something weary but infinitely patient. he lets you finish. he understands that pcos driven irritability feels like a physical pressure that needs to come out. he doesn't interrupt you
• once you’re tired of the anger attack, he doesn't say something like 'are you done?' instead he reminds you that your attitude hasn't drawn him away and he is there for you
"i'm sorry you’re dealing with all this, love. i'm not going anywhere. if yelling at me helps even a little bit, then keep going. i can take it."
• since he knows that anger can turn into guilt immediately after, he acts like nothing happened. if you try to apologize he smiles and offers you a gentle touch
"i know it's a hard thing to manage. you're allowed to let it all out. i'm not mad at you, i promise."
• if you cry, this is where yuta's protective instincts go into overdrive. seeing you cry because you're exhausted, in painnor just feeling everything all at once makes him move with a very specific, quiet urgency
• since he is a very physical comforter he pulls you into his lap or wraps himself around you from behind and lets you feel his heartbeat. he wants you to feel the physical weight of his presence as an anchor
• he presses his forehead against yours or bury his face in your neck to ground you. he matches your breathing to his by slowly deepening his breaths until your heart rate starts to follow his lead
• he cuddles you or entwines his fingers with yours and keep them locked there for hours while you watch a movie as a distraction
• he is careful about what he feeds you, he makes iron rich or anti inflammatory food and teas that can possibly help ease the cramps or your blood to flow more smoothly. if you crave something specific it magically appears in his hands
• when the cramps get bad he uses rct to target the inflammation in your pelvic floor and the muscle tension in your lower back and abdomen while cuddling you and talking about his week to distract you
• he is very observant of your body temperature. if you’re having a cold flash, he turns into a human blanket and wraps himself around you. if you're too hot, he opens a window or the ac and
• if you wake up in the middle of the night cramping he instantly wakes up, looking a bit worried with his eyes soft and full of concern. he pulls you into a tight embrace, murmuring apologies as if he is sorry he can't take your pain away for you
"i'm so sorry, love. i know it hurts so much. if could take this pain for you i'd do it in a heartbeat. i hate that i can't fix this for you... but i'm not leaving your side for a second until it stops. i've always got you."
• if the cramps get you unable to breathe or hyperventilate his reaction is visceral and empathetic. you can actually see pain in his eyes because if you're hurting he is hurting too
• he gets right in your face. not to crowd you but to catch your eyes. he takes your hands and press them flat against his own chest, making you feel his heartbeat
"look at me. look right into my eyes. you're okay. can you feel my heartbeat? it's gonna pass."
"you're safe, i'm right here, love. nothing can get to you while i'm here, okay?"
• once that sharp gasping phase starts to soften into shaky, regular breaths yuta's posture relaxes, but his focus remains entirely on you. he doesn't pull away and leans his forehead against yours, his own breath hitching slightly in relief
"i'm so sorry it hurts this much. i'm right here. i'm holding onto you. i won’t let go until you’re completely steady."
• while you're struggling for air, he uses his thumbs to rub the pressure points in your palms or the back of your neck. it's his grounding technique to force your brain to process a different sensation than the abdominal pain
• he puts his hand on your abdomen and whispers assurances while playing with your until you fall back asleep. he doesn't sleep for a while just in case until he is sure that you're comfortable and watches over you to make sure the pain isn't returning, he silently holds you
• when the fatigue and brain fog hits he steps in to handle the thinking so your brain can rest
• since yuta knows that brain fog makes simple decisions feel like impossible problems he switches to offering two options, narrowing everything down to simple choices
• he remembers things you're likely to forget and reminds or does them without you realizing. he also handles the calls and texts coming your way if you don't have the energy to do it
• he touches you all the time even in subtle ways to reassure you that he is there.
• absolutely cuddles you. he is the ultimate big spoon, he tucks his knees behind yours and wrap his arms around your stomach while you're cuddling
• he kisses your forehead, your face, your temples and the palms of your hands. he makes you feel like you are something fragile and precious that he’s been tasked to guard
• when the pcos depression breaks you down yuta becomes a human shield. he blocks everything that makes you uncomfortable or might make you spiral even more, he puts himself between you and the rest of the world
• he doesn't try to fix your depression with logic. he lets you be and he silently accompanies your mood
• if you stop functioning entirely, he functions for you. he picks you up and carries you wherever you wanna go in the house, he decides the menu, washes you and brushes your hair
• if you enter an overthinking spiral he doesn't just listen to you, he absorbes your anxieties. since he is an empath by nature he senses the negative energy of your thoughts before you even speak
• when he notices the distant, distracted look in your eyes his first instinct is to ground you. he gets closer to you. he gently takes your hands and brings them to his lips or pulls you into his lap, burying his face in the crook of your neck and just breathes with you
"i know what your brain is telling you right now. it's telling you that i'm tired of this, or that you're too much to handle. but it's lying. you aren't a task to be completed, you're the person i love. being with you is all i want, no matter how tired you are."
"we'll figure everything out together. you don't have to worry about it all by yourself, love."
"i've been through the dark parts of my own mind too. i know how it is to be alone there and i'm never going to let you be alone in yours. if you’re lost in the fog, i'll stay in the fog with you until it lifts. i'm not going anywhere. i love you, all of you. especially the parts you’re afraid of and don't like."
• if you feel unattractive he looks at you with such genuine, watery eyed devotion that you can't help but to believe in the things he says
"i see how hard your body is working for you. it's beautiful to me. you're the strongest and the most beautiful person i know."
• he is in favor of period sex if you wanna, the blood doesn't phase him at all. if anything he seea it as a way to manage your pain and show you how attracted he is to every possible version of you
• yuta never assumes. even if you usually have a high drive during your period, he asks every single time with zero pressure while cuddling
"i know you’re hurting, but imalso know you said this helps sometimes... do you want to try? we can stop the second you feel a cramp."
• he is focused completely on the sensation it creates on you. he watches you carefuly and stops at the very moment he feels like you're uncomfortable
• prefers positions that don't put pressure on your abdomen so it doesn't worsen your pain
• his aftercare is deeply emotional and extremely tender. he doesn't let go of you even if he is looking for a towel to clean you up. he stays tucked into you and plays with your hair while whispering soft thing into your ear
fushiguro megumi
• megumi doesn’t see your period like a problem to be solved or a burden to endure, he treats it like a shift in weather
• he stays home if he doesn't have a very urgent mission or if there's someone else available for it instead of him
• he prefers low energy bonding like reading together, rewatching comfort movies and sometimes he summons one of his shikigamis (the demon dogs mostly) just to distract you or give you something soft to pet
• if you snap or yell at him he adapts the stoic wall strategy. his first instinct is to freeze and observe. he doesn't interrupt you or shout over you. he just stands there, hands likely in his pockets or crossed over his chest. he listens and tries to figure out the source of the outburst
• once you finish your vent he usually responds with a very quiet, level headed question but not meant to be condescending, he genuinely wants to know if there is a logic based problem he needs to fix
"are you done?"
"do you really mean that or are you just hurting?"
• if he feels the air is too tense he silently walks out of the room but not like he is storming off, just giving you the room to breathe. he goes to the kitchen to prepare food or check on the dogs, returning ten minutes later as if nothing happened
• he isn't the type to demand an apology. he reappears with your favorite snack or a drink you like in his hand. it's his way of saying 'i'm not mad at you and i know you're struggling.'
• if you start to cry, megumi's reaction is a mix of slight panic and immediate, protective focus. he is not the most emotional person so he doesn't give you a long, poetic speech but he is entirely devoted to making the crying stop
• when your eyes get watery, for a split second he freezes. he has a deep seated instinct to protect the people he cares about and sadness is an enemy he can’t fight with a cursed technique. he blinks, his expression softening from his usual stoicism into something more vulnerable and concerned
• he moves into your space quietly. if you’re sitting he sits next to you, shoulder to shouldernso you don't feel observed while you're vulnerable. he offers a grounding touch. he rests a hand on your waist or offers you his shoulder to lean on. if you reach for him, he immediately pulls you into his lap or chest, holding you with a surprising amount of strength
• since megumi is a man of few words, he is an excellent listener. he doesn't tell you to 'chill' or 'it's not that bad' he stays silent and lets you sob it out. he understands that sometimes the pain (physical or emotional) just needs to vent
• if he feels like he is not enough to comfort you, he might cheat and bring in backup. sometimes a divine dog suddenly appears and rests its heavy head in your lap. megumi knows their fur is soft and their presence is soothing in a way humans can't always replicate
• he is health conscious so he makes iron rich meals and anti inflammotary teas but if you crave something specific he immediately goes out and gets it
• when the cramps get bad sometimes he summons a divine dog to lay across your mid section or he hugs you and rests his hand (which is surprisingly warm) on your abdomen if you want him instead. he also tracks the timing of the painkillers and appears with a glass of water and a pill when he senses your discomfort
• megumi is a light sleeper so the moment you shift or let out a small gasp of pain, he is awake. he doesn't bolt upright, he just opens his eyes and assesses the situation instantly
• he reaches out a hand to find yours under the covers, checking your grip strength to understand how much pain you’re in. he doesn't ask if you're okay because the answer is obvious. instead he whispers to wait there and he appears again with a glass of water and a painkiller in three minutes
• he plays with your hair or trace absentminded patterns on your skin while letting you listen to his heartbeat until you drift back off. he doesn't sleep until he's sure you're sleeping comfortably
• if it gets to the point where you can't find a position that allows you to breathe or start hyperventilating, megumi doesn't panic. his voice remains a low, grounding hum, the kind of tone that cuts through your internal panic
• he lays behind you or pulls you into his chest, still leaving room for you so you don't feel trapped. he holds you gently but firmly, making you feel or listen to his heartbeat either by placing your hand on his chest or leaning your head against it
"hey, hey... look at me. focus on me. we're gonna breathe, okay? slowly. i'll count to four."
"focus on my voice. just my voice. i'm right here, i'm not letting you go. just keep focusing on my voice."
• the second he feels your heart rate start to dip and your lungs relax, the tactical edge in his voice softens into something much more intimate. he leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes in a brief, silent moment of relief and stays still for a while
"there... that’s it. you're okay now. just stay still, don't move yet."
"i wish i could take that struggle off your hands. it's frustrating... seeing you have to fight that hard just to breathe. you're incredibly strong, you know that?"
• or he presses a lingering kiss to the back of your neck and keeps his hand resting firmly on your hip or stomach until he feels your muscles finally relax and your breathing evens out
• when the pcos fatigue hits megumi steps in as your external processor. he doesn't find it annoying, he finds it a logical problem to solve
• if you’re mid sentence and lose your train of thought, he doesn't rush you or finish your sentence in a way that feels condescending. he waits a beat, then gently offers a prompt or a word
• since brain fog can make even small choices feel monumental once he realizes the glassy look in your eyes he doesn't ask you questions like 'what do you want?' he switches to binary choices or directly takes the lead
• he silently takes over your mental load. if you have things to do and he can do them, he handles it
• if the pcos depression hits he just lets you be because he knows it's not something to be fixed
• he doesn't ask why you're sad because he understands the answer is often 'my hormones are imbalanced.' instead, he just accepts your mood as a current fact. he brings his work or a book into whatever room you are in. he doesn't force conversation if you don't wanna talk. it's his way of letting you know that your depression hasn't driven him away
• if you get to a point where you lose the motivation to do even the basic things megumi steps up. he carries you to the bathroom, washes you, brushes your hair, dresses you and tucks you in, brings your safe foods
• if you explore body image issues he looks you dead in the eye and say something simple but heavy with truth
"you're still the most beautiful person i know."
• he becomes more physically affectionate in a steady way, holding your hand or resting his head on your shoulder to prove he still wants to be near you regardless of how you feel about yourself
• if the overthinking phase hits he becomes an anchor. he holds you gently but firmly as he offers simple but effective reassurances
"i'm not going anywhere, okay? your brain is lying to you but i'm telling you the truth. you're enough."
"i chose to be here. i know exactly who you are, even on the days you don't recognize yourself. i'm not going anywhere so you can stop trying to push me away with those thoughts."
"taking care of you isn't a difficult, it’s what i wanna do. it's one of the few things in my life that actually makes sense. so when you feel bad for needing me, you’re being sad for giving me a reason to stay. don't. just let me be here."
• he is up for period sex if you wanna do it. megumi is not the slightest grossed out since deals with messes on daily basis. your bleeding is just a natural, biological process of the person he loves
• megumi usually starts with a very functional, caring gesture that slowly melts into something more. he rubs your lower back or your stomach while you're laying against him and he pays close attention to your reaction. he whispers into your ear
"do you wanna rest instead or am i continuing?"
• or if he sees that look on your eyes he doesn't even ask. if you bring it up or if things start getting heated and you stop to warn him just looks at you with a steady, neutral gaze
"i don't care about that. it's nothing but your body doing what it's supposed to do. if you're comfortable and you're not in too much pain, then i'm fine."
• he pays extreme attention to your reaction and is focused entirely on practicality of the sex and your pleasure, he prefers positions that you'd be comfortable in. if he senses muscle tension, hears your breath hitching or ses that you're in pain he stops instantly
• megumi's aftercare is about efficieny and grounding. his actions are incredibly loud
• he is the first to move but only to take care of you. he returns with a glass of water, painkillers just in case and a towel so he can gently clean you up. if he needs to go to the kitchen to get food he summons kon so he doesn't have to get out of bed and leave you
• he wraps himself around you and gently rubs your back
itadori yuuji
• yuji is essentially a human golden retriever with a high powered heater built in so he is the absolute gold standard for a person with pcos
• he stays home without a second thought. he checks in with megumi and gojo before you can even finish the sentence that hints him you aren't feeling good
• he puts on a bad movie marathon with funnier reactions than the movies themselves. we're talking about things like dramatic gasps on the things he didn't see coming, getting super excited during certain parts or he plays stress free games with you
• if you end up snapping or yelling at yuji, his reaction would likely be the most disarming thing in the world. he is not the type to get defensive or yell back, he has an incredibly high emotional IQ and a very thick skin
• he just blinks, tilts his head, and lets the words wash over him. he doesn't take it personally because he knows it's the pain and the hormonal exhaustion talking, not you. instead of arguing back, he waits for a beat and says something that hints he gets you
"whoa, okay. you're really feeling it right now, huh? i'm sorry, i didn't mean to get under your skin."
• he is very intuitive. after you snap, he tries to gauge what you actually need
"i hear you. if you need some total yuji-free time i'll go in the kitchen and prepare food but just call me out if you change your mind or want anything, deal?"
"do you want a hug or should i stay on the other side of the couch?"
• one of the best things about yuji is that he doesn't keep score. when the anger washes off you still find him where he already was, ready to hand you favorite drink or show you a funny video. if you attempt to apologize he just waves his hand and gently smiles at you
"we all have our moments hun. i know you're dealing with a lot, you don't have to apologize for being a human in front of me."
• if you start crying because of hormonal imbalance his first instinct is physical comfort. he immediately drops whatever he is doing and comes to you. he knows it's the hormones so instead of asking he wraps his arm around you in a firm, bear hug. his voice drops into a low, steady tone he uses when he is being serious and protective
"it's okay angel. you've been holding in a lot today, haven't you?"
• yuji is an excellent cook. he does a quick research of what your body lacks during period and what might ease your symptoms, then he gets to work
• when the cramps hit bad his cheerful caretaker attitude shifts into a very focused and protective one but he doesn't panic. since he is a walking heater he lays down and spoons you, putting his hands on the area that's cramping
• if you wake up at night cramping he wakes up instantly with you, he instinctively reaches for your stomach, his large hand acting like a heating pad to try and soothe the muscles
"hey, hey... you okay? is it the cramps again?"
• he keeps an emergency kit of painkillers and a glass of water at the nightstand, he gives you a pill if he can't help you
• he talks about school, the missions and his week to distract you, he only sleeps when he is sure you drifted off first
• when the brain fog hits and even deciding what to wear or what to eat feels like solving a complex equation he takes the executive function off your hands
• he decides the menu, handles the chores, puts the items you might need like your laptop, phone or charger in front of you so you won't have to look for them. if you're struggling to find your words he doesn't force you to communicate. he encourages you to let your phone blow up if you don't feel like dealing with people
"your body is working ten times harder than mine right now just to keep things balanced. of course you're tired, hun. you have every right to be."
• yuji's one of greatest strengths is that he doesn't need you to be 'on' for him. if you’re stuck in a depressive episode where you can’t get out of bed or stop crying, he doesn't look at you with disappointment, he matches with you. he takes over the executive part of the day with actions such as climbing on the bed with you and quietly bringing your safe foods
"you don't have to be happy today. you don't even have to talk if you don't wanna. i'm just gonna hang out here with you, okay?"
• yuji's view on period sex would be defined by his trademark combination of high emotional intelligence, zero squeamishness and an intense focus on your comfort. as someone who has spent his life around blood, injuries and the physical realities of being a sorcerer, he is not grossed out by natural bodily functions
"it's just blood, honey. i've seen way worse just a few days ago. if you’re feeling up for it, I’m definitely up for it."
• not 'can we?' but 'is it gonna help you?'
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𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 2.9k words
summary: in which eddie is always there when you need him
warnings: eddie's pov, explicit language, mentions of alcohol/drinking, smoking weed, angst, unrequited feelings (allegedly), pining
author’s note: me writing an eddie fic? so crazy, i know. this is very inspired by the song who’s your boyfriend by royel otis. enjoy<333
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Eddie wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to say no to you. And he also wasn’t sure if he’d ever even want to.
You would come knocking on his trailer door in the middle of the night and he’d always answer. Maybe he could even admit that sometimes he was anticipating your three quick knocks; waiting for them.
This night was no different. You were at his door a little after midnight, and he could tell that you had just come from a party; the short black dress you were wearing made it obvious.