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Periods
Request: alfie solomons x reader imagines where reader is on her period? also one for john?
Warnings: none, periods are a normal thing.
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
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Alfie Solomons:
➳ Him wanting you to stay in bed:
“Alfie, you know I can’t!” you sighed.
“Well, I’m going to call your boss and he will fucking accept because he’s a good man, innit?” he said, spreading his arms for you to take refuge there while an amused smile stretched his plump lips
“No, because he’s afraid of Alfie Solomons and his dreadful Jewish gang.”
“That’s fantastic, you can rest whenever you want, pet.”
You shook your head, hopeless and complied to his wish if it reassured him…
➳ He asked Cyril to take care of you even if he’s just a dog…
“Look, I need you to watch over her when I’m not at home. Alright, mate?”
“Woof!”
“Yeah, of course, you will have your reward.”
➳ He was used to periods, thanks to his sisters. So, knowing you were on your period or that you stained the bed sheets, it has never disgusted or surprised him. He was cool with that.
➳ Sometimes, he asked advices to his sisters and his mother:
“So, what stops the pain, Ima?”
“Giving me grandchildren, Alfred. It works every time and for nine months.”
➳ Putting hot clothes on your stomach to ease with the cramps and telling your stories about his childhood to distract you from the pain. Then, he asked you about having children, joking about the fact you won’t bleed from your vagina during nine months, which led you to slap him on his shoulder.
➳ Baking your favorite pastries when he came back home because he knew how much you were greedy on your period, but also you always said he had golden hands.
John Shelby:
➳ “I’m dying John, I swear!” you yelled after he teased you about being a weak woman. Nope, this month Mother Nature was so harsh with you, that is was intolerable.
➳ You kept massaging your tummy to help with the cramps and you just wanted to sleep, whereas all the kids were shouting or fighting over something, as always. “JOHN FUCKING SHELBY solve your children problem or I will break your neck!” Yep, it was harsh, but you still loved his kids and he knew it.
➳ Even if he liked mocking you, when he saw you were in a really bad shape, he silenced the kids so that you could sleep without being disturbed.
➳ “Shit, I didn’t impregnate you this month!”
“And if you do, I will cut your balls and feed the dog with them.” You responded, curled on yourself. “Six children are already a lot. We don’t need more.”
“But we don’t have one together…” he murmured, dropping kisses on your neck.
Sure, you wanted kids, but you preferred to wait. So, you contented yourself with having your period.
(A/n: in this one, Esme died, not John. That’s why they are already six kids, not four.)
➳ John was literally a rabbit, not having sex for almost a week was hard for him, especially if you were physically close to him. So there were a lot of displays of affection at home, in bed, which led to jerk him off.
➳ Making him massage your ovaries to calm them, to ease your mood.
➳ “John..?” you called in the darkness of the night before you turned on the bedside light. “John, wake up!” you startled him and he looked at you with narrow eyes, not fully awake.
“What do you want eh? It’s 3 a.m.!”
“I want chocolate.”
“What?”
“I want chocolate!” you repeated.
“Can’t you move your ass to the kitchen?” he questioned, fixing his gaze on you.
“It was my nice request for you to move to change the sheets because I’m swimming in a pool of blood.” You explained with a smile, seeing him grimace.
“You still want the chocolate?” he asked nicely before he stole you a kiss.
Yeah, you had your way to soften that man.