#TW: Menstruation

[cloudcountry]

I'M CALLING YOUR TWIN

SUMMARY: Floyd with an afab mc who gets mood swings on their period.

CHARACTER: Floyd Leech.

WARNINGS: Menstrual cycles.

COMMENTS: this request was funny because morays use scent to track their prey because their eyesight isnt so good so guess what!! jade and floyd would know exactly whats going on!! (except they'd probably assume you're hurt first since fish don't exactly have periods and yeahhh its a whole thing. marine bio fixation go wheeeee.)

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“Ehh? Shrimpy, why are you flopped on your bed like a dead fish-?”

The sudden cut off of Floyd’s voice makes you roll over to face him, eyes unfocused and brain muddled. You grunt in acknowledgement, feeling another wave of discomfort wrack your body. You can’t even bring yourself to move when Floyd storms up to you, murder in his eyes as he looks down at you.

“Who hurt you?” he hisses, getting way too close for comfort as he bares his teeth, “Why do you smell like blood, huh Shrimpy? Why didn’t ya tell me you were injured?”

“I’m not, okay?!” you snap, rolling over so you don’t have to look at him, “I’m going through my cycle, Floyd. If you ever bothered to ask instead of just barging in and assuming things you would know that.”

“If nobody hurt ya then...?” Floyd seems to snap out of it, brow furrowing in confusion, “You’re just hurting? Why?”

“Every month blood pours out of me and my hormones get silly.” you deadpan, irritation clawing at your throbbing belly, “Now can you leave? I really don’t want to say something I regret just because I’m angry right now.”

“Nah. Don’t feel like it.” Floyd hums, collapsing on top of you and ignoring your screech of annoyance, “I came here to hug my Shrimpy and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“If you want to hug me then get me some of my favorite snacks from the kitchen.” you grumble, and Floyd laughs.

“Oh cmon, Shrimpy. Tell me where it hurts. I’ll kiss it better for ya.” he snickers, curling back his lips to reveal his sharp teeth.

“If you don’t get them for me I’m calling Jade.” you glare. If he’s going to barge in and irritate you (lovingly, though. And he knows it, which is what makes him so infuriating), then he’s going to pay the price.

“Aww, man. You’re no fun.” Floyd groans, but he gets up without another word and stalks off towards the kitchen.

There’s a concerning amount of clattering he does down there, but you don’t even care.

[bleach-your-panties]

asking renji to step on your back❤️‍🩹⋱

tw: period sex🩸

wc: 668

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"Please, Ren?! It really hurts; I am in excruciating pain right now~" You wailed to your boyfriend.

Currently, you were lying on the floor curled up on your side.

During your monthly blood sacrifice, you often experience excruciating lower back pain that makes it feel like someone is digging a hot knife in it and just scraping across the expanse of your back.

Renji's face was twisted up in worry for you. Usually the pain would subside if you soaked in a hot bath or used your heating pad, but that didn't seem to be working tonight.

"But babe...you're so tiny," His tattooed eyebrows furrowed, "if I step on you, you might crack like a twig."

He wasn't wrong necessarily; being over 6'0 tall and close to 200 lbs, he could very possibly crack your back in half if he wasn't careful, but that was a chance that you were willing to take to get some kind of relief right now.

"Renji, please!"

"Alright, alright! Turn over..."

You did as he asked and a soft gasp left his mouth. The way your ass sat up in your new position was quite the lovely visual for him.

'Don'tgethornydon'tgethornydon'tget-',

He looked down at his crotch-

'Damn.'

Whatever he had going on right now was of very little concern to you, though. You just wanted the pain to end.

Renji gently pressed his sandaled foot down in the middle of your lower back, right above your ass cheeks.

"Yes, that's it! Right there, Ren! Harder!"

'NothelpingNOThelping' He blushed, his chest and ears growing hot. He pressed a little harder, digging his toes in, and you only got louder.

"Thank you, Ren...feels so good..." You were practically drooling.

Renji was happy that he could help to alleviate your pain, but hearing you moaning for him had him salivating in his mouth like a dog.

----

"Yessss Renji, right there!"

"Yeah, right there, baby? Right there?"

He cooed into your neck while holding one of your legs pressed up against your chest as he stroked his fat cock in and out of your soaking wet hole.

The mixture of your arousal, his arousal, and the blood had both of you a slippery mess down below, but, using his brain, Renji had thought to put down a towel after asking you if you wanted to try having sex to alleviate the cramps that you were also experiencing.

He held you to his chest with one arm hooked underneath your armpit and the other circled around your waist so he could rub your tummy.

"You like this, baby? Does it feel good? I'm making you feel good?"

He nipped the shell of your ear with his teeth and trailed his fingers down to your clit before beginning to rub over the swollen nub with the pad of his thumb.

"Renji! Oh! RENJI!"

With the combination of his thrusts and the pressure on your clit, your body jerked in his hold and a stream of squirt shot up into the air while your legs trembled violently.

Your sudden orgasm tipped him off and soon he was filling you up with a long, thick shot of his warm seed.

He looked down at where you were conjoined and the sight of his cum running from your overstuffed cunt and down his blood-stained shaft had him hardening again quickly.

"Shit, baby! I wasn't expecting you to squirt. That's so hot, though." He grinned and kissed the side of your head.

After wiping you off with the towel, he scooped you up to bring you into the bathroom so he could run another hot, steaming bath for the both of you.

"I didn't think that you'd be into period sex..." You sighed and pressed your face into his neck, inhaling the deep scent of his cologne.

"Yeah? Well, what kind of warrior would I be if I didn't leave battle with my sword drenched in blood?" He smirked. You scrunched your eyebrows together.

"Don't...ever say that again..."

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it's flaring up as we speak ;-; - dividers by @/hitobaby

💗💗🍡°tagging: @hoesluvshanti @darkstarlight82 @kenpachisbrat @bakugosbratx @chifuyuskoneko @krenee1drful @prettybraat @j-u-u-z-o @brittscafe

[crybaby-bkg]

tw: blood/menstruation, not-really-period sex, humping

“What’s wrong?” Choso asks the moment he steps through the door. he finds you in your shared bed, your eyes clamped shut, curled into a fetal position. he spots the cord to the heating pad sneaking under the blanket he brought for you on your third date.

"My period." you groan, another wave of cramps coming in entirely too strong. you squeeze your eyes shut once more, hoping that the pain will fade quicker than when it came. when you open your eyes again, Choso is already sliding into bed beside you, kneeling, hovering over you as he smooths his hand down your hair.

"What can I do to help you?" he asks, his voice serious, eyes dead set on your stomach as if he could reach through your skin and fix everything with his bare hands. the thought makes you smile weakly, your eyes fluttering shut as you hum.

"Nothing really," you mumble, untucking your hand from under the blanket to reach out to him. he holds your palm in his own cold grip, squeezing your too warm hand with enough care that it makes you blink up at him. he has this look on his face, like he's thinking, like he knows you might say no to him.

"Spit it out, Cho," you tell him, using your other hand to press the heating pad even closer, your hand squeezing his when another cramp makes your stomach knot up. he twists his mouth this way and that, before his lip pouts unintentionally, makes you want to squeeze his face between your palms.

"I've read online that orgasming is good for alleviating period cramps." he says bluntly, eyes studying your face for any signs of uncomfortableness. but you only frown, pondering why the hell he was looking up that stuff anyway when you've never shared much about this whole thing with him.

"I dunno, Cho," you admit, biting at your bottom lip in thought. "Don't wanna gross you out."

"Nothing about you could ever gross me out," he counters before you can say anything else, his eyebrows furrowing at you. "Especially if it's to help ease the pain. Let me help you."

and you do; let him untuck you from your blanket burrito, rearrange the heating pad so that he can shuck your ratty pajama pants down, the comfortable ones, let him pull you until you're closer to him, until his knee is slotted between your own thighs.

"We can go at your pace, okay?" he says, his deep voice grating in his throat, makes a shiver run through your spine. you can only nod at him, too fatigued from the blood loss to argue. just wrap your arms around his neck, shuffle closer until his knee is placed firmly on your cunt, your nose sliding against his as he looks at you, trying to gauge your comfortability.

you roll your hips first, a little noise escaping you at the barely there friction, before Choso grabs your hips to force you down a little harder. he stares at you the whole time, with this lovesick little look in his eyes, adoring. he's not even getting any pleasure, you don't think, but the way his mouth drops every time your clit grazes his knee, you think just watching you, feeling you, seeing you, is enough to do him in.

you wrap your leg around his own until you're scissored against him, humping at the hardened muscle of his thigh until you're too focused on coming than the pain that tries to wash over you. your hands tangle in his hair until the strands fall free, your mouth hovering over his, breathing hotly against him with every jut of your hips against his pale skin.

when you cum, it feels like a release you've been holding inside for far too long, a bursting dam, your eyes clenched shut as you whimper against his gaping lips. you try to catch your breath, pulling back to thank him, when you notice a little stain on his bare thigh, your chest instantly tightening.

"Oh fuck, Cho, I'm so fuckin' sorry," you panic, trying to pull away from him, get a wet cloth, do something. but Choso only holds you close to him with a hand around your waist, pulling you back until your nose bumps his once more.

"It's nothing to apologize for, love." he says, sweet, his actions somewhat sweeter when he reveals his finger that he's swiped through the blood on his thigh. your eyes widen in confusion, but before you can stop him, he pops the single digit into his mouth.

you groan, covering your eyes with your hands, despite his laughing. you dodge his kisses, pulling away from him as much as you can, despite his strength that keeps you anchored to him.

"God, you're such a gross freak, Cho." you chuckle, hand against his cheek that he keeps trying to kiss.

"Nothing about my love for you is gross." he grumbles, dodging your hand to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"But it is freaky?"

"Maybe just a little."

[crow-n-tell]

Sorry for the messiness I’m currently fist fighting my brain

But what the heck I gotta do to prevent this from happening EVERY MONTH?

[alieinthemorning]

Pain, Pain Go Away [Getou Suguru | Gojo Satoru]

Content: Established Relationship, Polyamory, AFAB Reader, Menstrual Cycles, PMMD, No Curses AU, Self-Indulgent, POV Second Person, POV Alternating, Remix of a Previous Work, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

Original: Old Pains, New Comforts

Header: @/nikki101pistar on Twitter

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries

Today, you found yourself waking up at the ass-crack of dawn, pulling yourself from your partners' embrace, scrambling around the room for two specific items, rushing into the cold bathroom, and quickly sitting on the toilet. 

You quietly groaned into your hands. 

Your underwear was soiled.

You really hoped you didn't bleed through to the sheets. You dreaded going back to check, not only because you were embarrassed, but because this was your first cycle since switching birth control while living with Satoru and Suguru.

However, despite your fears, you had to check the sheets. So, you quickly cleaned yourself and the soiled underwear (laying them on the side of the tub to dry), and took a deep breath before reentering the bedroom. 

The light was on, and the sheets were off. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

Satoru was standing by the bed, scrolling through his phone, and Suguru was nowhere to be found (you assumed that he was in the laundry room).  

"Are you okay?" Satoru softly asked as he approached you.  "Do you need anything?"

You took a step back, shaking your head that was tilted toward the ground. You didn't see the way that Satoru visibly flinched, lips tugging downward.

You wanted to run back into the bathroom, but it was your mess to clean (or finish cleaning, in this case). You turned to the dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of sheets (at least you didn't bleed through to the mattress).

Things were very awkward, even when Suguru returned (You pulled away from him when he tried to reach for you). You still weren't ready to breech the conversation just yet, so you grabbed your phone and charger and relocated to the living room.

Satoru furrowed his brows as he watched you leave. "...what was that about?"  

"First cycle on that new medication, and it's a bad one." Suguru sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "We're—and by we're, I mean you, are going to have to be very patience for these next few days."  

Satoru just blinked at him, then shrugged. "Well, it's a good thing I took off today, then."  

"I wouldn't have—" Suguru sighed again, this time more deeply. "You know what. You're just gonna have to learn." Then he pulled back the duvet, "Come to bed."  

"What about Honey?"

"Darling will come back, when Darling wants to come back."

Satoru pouted, looking between the bed and the door. He knew that Suguru was insanely good at reading people, and could trust his judgement, but he also was worried about you and hated going to sleep without at least making sure you were okay before going to bed himself.

"Satoru."

That tone wasn't up for debate, so he begrudgingly joined Suguru in bed. It took him a long time to finally fall to sleep, unfortunately.  

He hoped you were doing okay.

You weren’t okay. The first cycle blurred into a continuous cycle of hell. 

You hadn’t stopped bleeding in five months. 

At some point, the bleeding had become manageable, annoying, but you could deal with it. That should have been fine, but you were on your cycle, which meant your whole body was affected. Your mood plummeted, your appetite fluctuated, you were constantly bloated and just overall felt absolutely terrible. But honestly? You could also deal with that, you’d just have to make more apologizes to your boys. 

What you weren’t prepared for, however, was the blood clots. 

It started one random afternoon, pain shot through your cervix, causing you to jump up from the couch. You knew it was a blood clot, so shifting your gravity should have helped, but it didn’t. The clot didn’t pass, and the pain didn’t stop. 

You were in pain for hours, running back and forth from the bathroom and living room. You thought sitting on the toilet would help the clot pass, it didn’t, so then you tried walking around, which helped, but it still took too long. Not only that, but you also were cramping and needed the heating pad, but couldn’t find a time to use it. So all you could do is cry and bleed, then bleed some more. 

And one day, that’s how Suguru and Satoru found you. Lying on the couch, crying your eyes out. They tried to talk to you, but the pain was too much, you couldn’t hear them over the immense pain that was pounding through your body.  

Suguru stood, running a hand through his hair. “Satoru, we’re going to have to go to the ER—stay here, I’ll pack a bag.” 

Once he was gone, Satoru turned his attention back to you, placing a hand on your knee. "Honey, how are you doing?"

Your face soured at his question, and you only shook your head in response.

“Pain scale—five through ten?”

But you just shook your head again.

Satoru frowned. “Too much pain to think clearly…” The frown deepened when you nodded. “Do you think you can stand on your own?” 

You shook your head. “H-hurts…passing too many blood clots?”

“What?” Suguru’s raised voice announced his presence as he quickly returned to their side. “You’ve been passing blood clots this whole time?”

You nodded, shying away from him. 

“I’m sorry, Darling. I shouldn’t be raising my voice at a time like this.” He then turned to Satoru, passing him the bag he packed. “Pull the car out onto the street, I’ll do the lifting.” 

The ride to the ER was quick, and with two big scary dogs that you called your partners glaring at the reception, you were able to get a room quickly. 

The problems arose when the nurse practitioner came in. She came in as if she knew exactly what you were going through, and as if you were exaggerating the pain you were going through. 

Which…maybe you were, maybe they were right, and you just needed to give the shot 9 months to work—

“So, you’re telling me that bleeding for five months straight and passing blood clots for three months straight every day is fine?” Suguru spoke up, tilting his head at the nurse. “Are you really telling me that we’re here for no reason?”

You tuned out, closing your eyes. You just wanted to go home.

With Satoru hounding the hospital, what would have taken around 6 hours was cut in half. The only procedures, they had you do was blood work and an ultrasound. They sent you home with oral birth control (telling you to stop getting the shots), and something for the cramps. 

“These instructions are for bomb defusal, I swear.” You frowned at the package as you read the instructions again. 

Satoru, who was leaning on you, read them aloud. “Take five tablets by mouth daily for one day, then four tablets daily for one day, then three tablets daily for one day, then two tablets daily for one day, then one tablet daily.” He chuckled, “what the fuck?”

“I’m desperate, what ever gets this shit to stop. 

He stopped himself from sighing, he was going to have to take what he could get.

And it did, within a day of going back to oral birth control, you finally stopped bleeding. 

And once again, did Suguru and Satoru find you crying in the living room.

“Are you still in pain?!”

You shook your head, a wet laugh slipping pass your lips.

“For the first time, in a long time, I’m not in pain.” 

Finally, you were back in control of yourself. No more afternoon pains, no more snapping at the people who were just worried about you. 

"I'm just so happy" You gasped, a hand flying to your mouth as you looked between the two of them. “Oh! I’m so sorry for how I’ve acted these past few months.”  

Satoru sighed, dropping to his knees beside you. “You don’t need to apologize for that.” 

You shook your head, patting his head that had found its way into your lap. "It's really not. I should've tried to talk with the two of you at least a little."

“Maybe,” Suguru began, sitting next to you. “But you had a lot going on for a long time, and you’ve already been gaslit by doctors before. You were trying to be stronger than you needed to.” 

You chuckled, head falling onto his shoulder. "I'm stupidly stubborn when it comes to my period. Get used to it." You gave them both a pat. “Now that that’s all settled, go get cleaned up so we can cuddle—Suguru!” You shoved him away, “Your outside clothes toughed my inside ones, ugh!”

Hello, yes, this version sure seems a bit more pointed, huh?

It's as if someone has been on the Depo shot for five months and has been bleeding nonstop and only after being disrespected at the ER were they able to get some actual fucking help to stop fucking bleeding

ding ding ding

Oh, hey! It was me!

Yeah, I've been in hell lol

Let me know if there's anything specific I need to tag since I gotta a wee bit graphic I think

9/8/24 Edit: So I’m scheduled for a hysterectomy in November!

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[m3gahet]

It's shark week

[sleepy-royal]

The human body is the definition of a "have you tried turning it off and on again?".

You have a headache or don't feel good? Try going to sleep. Usually that fixes it.

Hell, my periods were super irregular then I took testosterone and stopped having periods. When I stopped taking it and started having them again, my periods came every month(Been that way since November).

Human bodies are so fucking weird. Not only the "on/off" thing but also how it's practically an all or nothing type of deal. You could die from stubbing your toe or you could survive falling from six stories with no more than a few bruises. Plus, we eat poison like it's nothing(caffeine, alcohol, etc). We'd terrify aliens with how we're both so fragile yet so fucking sturdy.

((If you like the post, reblog it! Likes mean nothing on Tumblr!)

[boundinparchment]

Reprieve

In which Dottore helps you deal with the cyclical pain of having a uterus. As gender-neutral as possible but reader has a uterus, so this references to everything that involves. Pure indulgent fluff. I don't know what else to say. On AO3 here.

You rolled over and curled up on your side, sleep ruptured by the dull ache blossoming into searing pain that seemed to radiate through your entire being.  Beneath you, the sheets felt damp.  Not now.  Why now?  

Next to you, the bed was cold.  Dottore had long since gotten up.  He slept so rarely, and although he didn’t necessarily need it, he deserved to rest more.  The last few weeks had been rough in finalizing the Tsaritsa’s most recent plans.

You willed yourself out of bed and into the washroom to clean up.  The tiles were warm beneath your feet and the pain ran down your legs and seemed to sit in your very hip bones, gnawing at you like a rift hound’s claws tearing at a leyline root.  

Every damn month.

After washing up and chucking the wrapper into the garbage, you sank to the floor, doubled over.  Just a few minutes, you reasoned.  At least the floor wasn’t as cold as the land outside, the Palace wrapped in what felt like an eternal blizzard.  

Getting up a second time felt impossible.

Exactly what you didn’t need today.  Your schedule was packed, one diplomatic meeting after another, a day full of smiles and watching your words like a hawk over its prey.  

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, absorbing the radiating heat once you found the best position that took the edge off of the pain.  You knew you didn’t have to endure this.  Your lover had already worked through several viable options for precisely this reason; some permanent, others not.  Some months were better than others, though.  Not all of them were this bad.

“What are you doing down there?”

You didn’t have to pull your head up to know Dottore was standing in the doorway of the washroom, looking down at you.  This scene was nothing new.  The question was redundant, although teasing, and its answer was one you didn’t need to give.

Warm hands helped you up and supported you as you bit back a whine, your legs protesting.

“How long were you laying there?” Dottore asked, breath tickling your forehead.

“Not sure,” you replied.  “Hurts too much.”

“We’ll take care of that.”

“Dottore, I’m fine, I just need some time to—”

He kissed your forehead, silencing you as a hand pressed against your lower abdomen.  For someone with such a cold demeanor, he had the warmest hands.  Your muscles eased ever so slightly and you felt yourself slump a little.

“One of my Segments can take your schedule.  There’s no reason you need to bother yourself with the inane whining of the nobles that can’t solve their own problems.”

You relented, knowing full well that it was easier to just let him help than push back.  You didn’t have the energy, anyway.  He led you back down the hall to bed, pulling the covers back on his side and ushering you back under the protective warmth of the blankets with a kiss before leaving the room.

He returned with a small sampling of your favorite breakfast options before retreating into the other rooms of your shared quarters.  Within a few minutes, you heard the sound of running water and caught the scent of your favorite bath oil, too.  A scent that was no longer in circulation, one he’d developed himself when you lamented you’d been unable to find a suitable replacement some years prior.  

A bath did sound nice, you admitted.  Much nicer than a day full of meetings and grinning through your organs revolting against you.

You finished the small plate of food, savoring the last of the tiny and flaky peach-filled pastry that you still never learned the name of.  You heard the water stop and Dottore’s footsteps, the Harbinger returning again, this time with a vial containing a pearlescent liquid.  It was familiar, a usual anti-inflammatory compound that he kept on hand for these exact occasions, and therefore by now needed no instructions.  Or so you thought.

You held out your hand to take it but Dottore shook his head, his free hand gently holding your chin to keep your head steady.

“It’s not the usual dosage, darling.  A little will go a long way.  Open, please.”

You obeyed, opening your lips as the cold glass met your bottom lip and you felt the cool liquid across your tongue and down your throat.  It tasted sweet, like sunsettia.  Dottore capped the vial and placed it on the bedside table; he’d given you about half, you gathered, based on what was left.

Before you could ask anything further, Dottore pulled the covers back and slipped his arms beneath you, lifting you from the bed with ease.

“I can walk, Dottore.”

He silenced your protests with another kiss to the forehead.  “No one said you couldn’t, darling.”

You found yourself back in the washroom, heated tiles beneath your feet as Dottore lowered you back to the ground.  You spotted fresh clothes, a cup of herbal tea, and your favorite book; a new publication you hadn’t gotten around to reading yet.

“But what about the—” you gestured to the other room, where the sheets were stained, more appropriate for his lab than your bedroom.

“It’s nothing that needs your attention,” Dottore replied.  “For now, relax.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical.  His unmasked face was close to yours, mouth upturned in a playful smile.  Your lips met his once, twice, soft and eager kisses that you hoped conveyed your appreciation for the gesture and care.  His tongue brushed yours, all of once, before the Harbinger pulled away and helped you out of your pajamas.  

Out of habit, you bundled them to hide the blood, as though the man next to you had sensibilities too fragile for such things.  You saw him covered in viscera, elbows deep in a specimen you had no name for, among other things; he was quite literally the last person to be bothered by the presence of blood.

Dottore helped you into the tub, the heat from the water enveloping you.

“Thank you, Zandik,” you murmured.

At the mention of his given name, the one long forgotten, you watched as the tips of his ears turned pink.  

“Take your time.  I’ll come back and check on you in a bit.”

The warm water didn’t rid you of the pain entirely but the edge was already disappearing.  The medication, and maybe a nap together, would do the rest.

[jewellery-box]

The Story Of Menstruation (1946)

The Story of Menstruation a Walt Disney production through the courtesy of Kotex Products.

Through animated drawings and diagrams explains the physiology of menstruation, suggests methods of care and hygiene, and encourages a healthy attitude toward the process.

[let-your-chaos-explode]

Hii can i request a comfort fic abt lady lesso and professor!reader, they're in a relationship and r has really bad cramps and a headache from their period and leo comforts r? Needed this bc I'm on my period rn and the pain omg

Tender Comfort

The way the light was filtering through the broken window of your classroom was easily the straw that broke the camel’s back regarding your outlook on the day. Which didn’t start great, considering you woke up in a puddle of your own blood. And then had to proceed to teach idiot students all morning on an empty stomach because you were too busy cleaning up to make it to breakfast on time. 

And now, the light slanting through the dark classroom contrasted too sharply for your gritty eyes and fueled the headache creeping in from your sharply dropping hormones. The brightness of the rays seemed to glitter against the dust particles floating in the dingy air, giving you the worst aura. 

“Professor Y/N, are you alright?” A young Never student asked from the front of the class. 

You shook your head and tried to blink away the floating squiggly lines that clouded your vision, but the movement only made the migraine flare up your neck. 

“Class dismissed. I want a three page essay on the effectiveness of poisons administered over time on my desk before class next week.” 

As the last student left the class, you allowed the rigidity of your posture to deflate and you melted into a trembling heap on your desk. You swallowed thickly against the bile bubbling in your throat. 

“That bad, huh?” 

You turned your head and cracked open an eye to find your girlfriend leaning casually against the door frame. Her long legs were crossed at the heels and she looked entirely too comfortable lurking in your doorway. 

It was all you could do to simply blink and groan in response. Lady Leonora Lesso sighed and pushed off from the frame, gliding to your desk. She hitched one leg over the corner and half sat on the wood next to your face. You moaned in relief as her cool fingers found the pressure point at the base of your skull. 

“Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.” She whispered, releasing the pressure and allowing blood to flood back to your brain. 

“I can’t, Leo. I have classes all afternoon.” You argued. 

It was your second year teaching here at the School for Good and Evil. And though you had quite settled into a good routine, you still felt the irrational need to prove yourself worthy of your position. It had taken an entire year for you to muster up the courage to ask the infamous Lady Lesso out on a date. She had laughed and told you it was about damn time. She was wondering how long she would have to wait before having to make the first move. 

“Come on.” Leonora urged again, pulling you up from your chair. “Let me take care of you.” 

What kind of monster would you be, to refuse?

Your body gave in and you allowed her to guide you through the halls back to your chambers, a steady hand at your lower back the whole way there. The weight of her palm was grounding, and every now and then her strong fingers would knead at the tight muscles as the cramps angrily flared from low in your abdomen, reaching all the way around to your spine. 

She led you directly to the bathroom upon entrance to your quarters. As you toed off your boots, Leonora began to fill the porcelain tub with steaming hot water. 

“I’ll be back in a bit.” She said as she passed you a towel. 

And she was true to her word. Not long after you had settled into the heat, she re-emerged with a soft knock against the door. 

“I come bearing gifts.” Leonora spoke quietly, opening her palm to reveal two paracetamol and a glass of water.  

You choked back the offerings swiftly, eager for some relief from the pain. 

“I will be covering your afternoon classes.” Leonora murmured into your neck as she kneeled beside you. 

You didn’t have the energy to argue. She conjured a cup and began pouring the hot water over your neck and shoulders. The cascading warmth helped to relieve some of the built up tension you held there. She then moved to your hair. With deft fingers, she pulled the pins holding it in place and let it tumble down. Her long, painted nails scratched at your scalp as her other hand poured water over your hair. A soft whimper escaped your lips as she began to lather shampoo through your locks. New words were needed to describe the feeling in a world where magic already exists. Your whimpers evolved into contented moans as the pain and discomfort faded into pleasure. 

“Let’s get you into bed.” Leonora hummed as she rinsed the last of the soap from your hair. 

“What would it take to get you to join me?” You purred, threading your fingers between hers. 

Her chuckle was low and seductive, even as she pulled away. Leonora turned back and held out the large and fluffy towel. You stood languidly, rising from the water with false confidence but ever so emboldened by the way her eyes followed the droplets as they trailed down your skin. You wrapped the towel around yourself and gratefully took her offered hand. You dried quickly under her watchful gaze and reluctantly dressed in the nightclothes she passed you. 

In a gentleness shown only to you, Leonora tucked you into bed and with a glowing finger, drew the curtains, plunging the room into blessed darkness. 

“Sleep. There will be plenty of time for other, more vigorous activities once you are feeling well.” She said as she dropped a kiss to your forehead. 

You muttered darkly your disagreement but settled easily into the nest of pillows she had arranged for you. Truthfully, you were exhausted. And you wanted to be in peak shape when you were able to show her just how grateful you were to her for taking care of you. 

Your eyes grew heavy in the dark. Unable to resist the call of sleep, you allowed them to close. You would make it up to her later. 

[rookfeatherrambles]

I forgot

What having a period is like.

How it makes me feel less than I am. Made For a Purpose I wish was obsolete. Blood has a smell, it turns my stomach, it makes my heart pound and my stomach sicken. I am no longer safe in this body. My temple is my prison. My skin is constricting, suffocating, too much sensation and too much there.

I want to claw my true self out of this gore and tell him "you are more than this flesh" but right now. I cannot see it.

I cannot see it.

[dorkydiaz]

i have taken meds and my cramps still feel like i’m literally being stabbed. this should be illegal.

[dejwrldarchived]

i can sense it’s about to be shark week for me because i am nauseous but craving hot cheetos, brownie with french vanilla ice cream, & a greasy cheese pizza

[alieinthemorning]

Old Pains, New Comforts [Getou Suguru | Gojo Satoru]

Content: Polyamory, AFAB Reader, Menstrual Cycles, PMMD, No Curses AU, Self-Indulgent, Hurt/Comfort, POV Second Person, Switching POVs, I Wrote This While In Pain, Crying

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

Remix: Pain, Pain Go Away

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Today, you found yourself waking up at the ass-crack of dawn, pulling yourself from your partners' embrace, scrambling around the room for two specific items, and rushing into the cold bathroom.

Your underwear was soiled.

You quietly groaned into your hands. You really hoped you didn't bleed through to the sheets. You also really didn't want to go back in there and check, not only because you were embarrassed, but because this was your first cycle since living with Satoru and Suguru.

But you had to, so you quickly cleaned yourself up, cleaned the soiled panties (laying them on the side of the tub to dry) and took a deep breath before reentering the bedroom.

The light was on, and the sheets were off. Satoru was standing by the bed, scrolling through his phone, and Suguru was nowhere to be found (you assumed that he was in the laundry room).  

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Are you okay?" Satoru asked as he approached you, his voice was soft and slow. "Do you need anything?"

You took a step back, shaking your head that was tilted toward the ground. You didn't see the way that Satoru visibly flinched, lips tugging downward.

You wanted to run back into the bathroom, but it was your mess to clean (or finish cleaning, in this case). You turned to the dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of sheets (at least you didn't bleed through to the mattress).

Things were very awkward, even when Suguru returned (pulled away from him when he tried to reach for you). You still weren't ready to breech the conversation just yet, so you grabbed your phone and charger and relocated to the living room.

Today, you found yourself waking up at the ass-crack of dawn, pulling yourself from your partners' embrace, scrambling around the room for two specific items, and rushing into the cold bathroom.

Your underwear was soiled.

You quietly groaned into your hands. You really hoped you didn't bleed through to the sheets. You also really didn't want to go back in there and check, not only because you were embarrassed, but because this was your first cycle since living with Satoru and Suguru.

But you had to, so you quickly cleaned yourself up, cleaned the soiled panties (laying them on the side of the tub to dry) and took a deep breath before reentering the bedroom.

The light was on, and the sheets were off. Satoru was standing by the bed, scrolling through his phone, and Suguru was nowhere to be found (you assumed that he was in the laundry room).  

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Are you okay?" Satoru asked as he approached you, his voice was soft and slow. "Do you need anything?"

You took a step back, shaking your head that was tilted toward the ground. You didn't see the way that Satoru visibly flinched, lips tugging downward.

You wanted to run back into the bathroom, but it was your mess to clean (or finish cleaning, in this case). You turned to the dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of sheets (at least you didn't bleed through to the mattress).

Things were very awkward, even when Suguru returned (pulled away from him when he tried to reach for you). You still weren't ready to breech the conversation just yet, so you grabbed your phone and charger and relocated to the living room.

Satoru furrowed his brows as he watched you leave. "...what was that about?"

"First cycle, and it's a bad one." Suguru sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "We're—and by we're, I mean you, are going to have to be very patience for these next few days."

Satoru just blinked at him, then shrugged. "Well, it's a good thing I took off today, then."

"I wouldn't have—" Suguru sighed again, this time more deeply. "You know what. You're just gonna have to learn." Then he pulled the back the duvet, "Come to bed."

"What about, Honey?"

"Darling will come back, when Darling wants to come back."

Satoru pouted, looking between the bed and the door. He knew that Suguru was insanely good at reading people, and could trust his judgement, but he also was worried about you and hated going to sleep without at least making sure you were okay before going to bed himself.

"Satoru."

That tone wasn't up for debate, so he begrudgingly joined Suguru in bed. It took him a long time to finally fall to sleep, unfortunately.

He hoped you were doing okay.

You didn't end up coming back to bed that night. You only returned when he and Suguru were in the bathroom, slipping under the covers and turning away from the door.

Satoru frowned and glanced at Suguru, who shook his head, continuing to get ready. He followed suit, but wasn't happy about it.

Satoru decided to disregard Suguru's words once he left for work (and wasn't there to give him the disapproving side eye).

So, a few hours later, he woke you up. "Honey, how are you doing?"

Your face soured at his question, and you only shook your head in response.

"Still bad? Okay, what can I do?"

But you just shook your head again.

Satoru frowned. "...alright, well, just let me know if you need anything, okay?" You gave him a tiny nod.

He stopped himself from sighing, he was going to have to take what he could get.

Which was nothing, after retreating into the living room, you never once called for him. You didn't even leave the bedroom for food (or cuddles).

And then he realized that maybe the reason why you weren't asking for him was because you just weren't use to it. You had dealt with this kind of pain alone (even while you were dating), and you never had anyone to lean on, but now you had him and Suguru, and you should know that you can lean on them no matter what.

With that in mind, he stood, determined to help you.

However, you shut him down, time and time again. Until finally his pushing made you snap.

"Just leave me alone!"

And so he did. He kept himself busy (caught up on work, ew) while you did whatever it was you did while you were on your period.

And then Suguru was home. Satoru had spent his entire day doing noting, but fretting over you.

Maybe Suguru was right, maybe he should have just gone to work (haha, no, fuck that) and just left you to weather the storm like how you usually did.

The thought still left a sour taste in his mouth.

"So, how was it?"

"Really didn't want me around." Satoru sighed as he watched Suguru shrugged off his coat. "Which I get. Kinda figured it out later, that help isn't really something Honey is used to—but..." He sighed again.

"But you want to help, and being pushed away hurts." Suguru finished as he stopped in front of him, placing his hands on his hips. "You know you have to be patient, Satoru."

"I know, I just wish..."

"...I was stronger enough." His voice was soft, but you were able to hear him.

You had finally gotten yourself together (more like tired of being alone and in pain) and decided that you were finally ready to take the hand Satoru extended to you, but—

Hic—

Blue and brown eyes found you standing at the top of the stairs, on hand gripping the railing, the other scrubbing angrily against your face.

Suguru rushed forward, immediately asking you what was wrong, but as you opened your eyes to answer him, you noticed Satoru had stayed back. He was obviously torn between coming to you and staying back like you had asked earlier in the day.

Suguru placed a hand on your cheek. "It's okay, we're okay." You shook your head at his words. "I promise, it is—now go." He moved pass you, patting your back. "Kiss and make up."

You pouted, fiddling with your fingers, but nodded nonetheless. "Okay. I trust you, Sugar."

You slowly made your way down the stairs, keeping your eyes on the floor in front of you. Until a second pair of feet stepped into your line of sight.

You started by grabbing his hands that were balled up at his sides, letting him know that it was okay to touch you. Then you slowly lifted your watery gaze, met his own, and you crumbled.

"I'm so sorry!" You cried as you pulled him in close.

"It's okay—"

You shook your head, pulling back slightly. "It's really not. I should've tried to talk with you at least a little."

"Well, yeah, but this is something really new for you, and I shouldn't tried to push you. I should have waited for you to come to me."

You chuckled, "And I wouldn't have. I'm stupidly stubborn when it comes to my period." Then you placed a hand on his cheek. "So would you be a darling dear, and please get me some crackers and tea, so we can snuggle on the couch?"

He smiled, bright and wide. "I'd love to."

Can you tell that I'm currently on my period and in pain and honestly and can't really even think straight, but wanted to get this out for my baby's birthday? Oh and also because I really wanted to write a period fic that's a close reflection to my own periods (which tbh the PMMD tag is really for me and not the reader (yet lol).

Because that's totally not what happened, not at all, no, haha

Anyway, I'll come back to this at some point when I'm not being plagued with the period-brain smog.

Side Note: This isn't his actual birthday fic, that'll come out later.

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[cyazurai]

Don't read below if you don't want to think about lady problems.

Second period this month (nothing wrong, just that January's was super late and went into February)... so far this period has been easier, but I've had a horrendous headache every day since Sunday, and I'm ready for it to be DONE now. 🙄