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gaylactic-fire · 5 months
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The Curse
Aka Hylia's favourite transmasc gets amnesia and forgets what periods are
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the-bees-cheese · 2 years
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friendly reminder to my AFAB folks with ADHD:
your medication does not work properly when you’re on your period
because of lazy, misogynistic research practices in the testing of ADHD medications, it has only been discovered recently that hormone imbalances during your menstrual period essentially cancel out the effect of your medication.
(if you want to know about the aforementioned lazy research practices, the scientists doing the testing for adderall and vyvanse only used male mice and AMAB humans to test them on because the hormonal cycles of female/AFAB test subjects “affected test results, causing data to be inconsistent”.)
so yeah, if you feel horrible and sad and like you can’t get going while you’re on your period, that’s why :)
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tangledinink · 6 months
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if I have to deal with it!!!! THEY have to deal with it!!!!
[ the gemini ]
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aquitainequeen · 19 days
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Because I am on the rack of my own hormones, I'm fairly sure Tolkien never considered the matter and I've always been curious about this:
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propertyofwhitney67 · 2 months
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"whichever requires them to do the least work" This lazy mf 😂
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He's such a lil weirdo and I need to lick him
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YES! I don't care if he makes me pay for it later, I need to be cared for.
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Why is he so cute bro
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Oh Kylar, my sweet baby. He'd cry if you made him choose
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Avery is a whore confirmed
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b-yyearns · 2 months
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need me a boy to hold me through p cramps, run his hand through my hair, hold me close and just give me cuddles, kisses and comfort; tellin me everything's ok</3
NBLM/MLM ONLY
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thornsnvultures · 3 months
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Vampire!Eddie massaging your back with his icy cold hands when your cramps are really bad. His firm touch works wonders, rubbing the tightness away as your hips rock back and forth over his face. His lips and jaw are coated in blood and slick, wet and messy as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you. They help minimize the pain as well, your mind going blank, melting from the overwhelming pleasure his lips and tongue bring you. The delicious suction of his lips on your clit, his tongue lapping you up from the inside so he can drink you all the way down. The way his fangs graze your delicate lips, just scratching the surface of pain but he's so careful to not take more from you than you can give him. Your arms shake from the effort of holding yourself up as you cry out again and again. When you're spent and limp, laying in his arms, Eddie wipes his face clean and peppers your face with kisses. You can smell copper and the earthy, sweet scent of your cunt on his breath. "So beautiful, angel," he whispers, lips pressed to your forehead, his arms wrapped tight around you. "Thank you for the delicious feast." It should unsettle you, but you just feel safe, warm even surrounded by his cold, lifeless touch.
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bunnelbaby · 11 months
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There are many reasons a regressor, dreamer, caregiver or flip may rely on diapers, such as:
✨ Incontinence, or the inability to control one’s bladder or rectum
✨ Menstrual cycles, as diapers are much more comfortable/less dysphoric compared to using pads or tampons
✨ Impaired mobility, which effects one’s fine motor and gross motor skills
✨ During recovery following a surgery, as not to put too much strain on their bodies
✨ Various medical conditions and disabilities where wearing them might be much more convenient
✨ Stress or anxiety
✨ Having a tendency of wetting the bed
✨ Nightmares
✨ Purely for comfort reasons, as they can provide a sense of security for the wearer
✨ To help one slip into their headspace or prevent any accidents when regressing, as they may have bathroom troubles in their regressed state
✨ Regardless of the reason, there’s no shame or harm in wearing diapers so long as you are comfortable above all else.
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daddyisastateofmind · 9 months
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This has been rotting in my brain, so you all need to suffer too:
*Pre-inversion, in a universe where Darlin' and Lovely menstruate*
Darlin: I just asked because Quinn liked it
Sam: First of all, do not compare me to that limey fucker. Second of all.....that is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard of
Darlin: He said that quite a few vampires like doing it, and that's why historically vampires were portrayed as preying on mainly women.
Sam: Literally no other vampire does that, Darlin'. Should have known he'd be into some weird shit like that.
Darlin: *shrugs* I just asked
Sam: So what, you'd just sit on his face while you were bl-
Darlin: Sometimes. He also like me to keep my tampons in the freezer.
Sam: .....you made him blood ice pops? O_O
Darlin: *now uncomfortable*...I didn't say I got anything out of it, he just asked me to and I -
Sam: Oh, Darlin'. Listen to me, I'm not judging you. I'm definitely judging him though. I don't know how any self-respecting vampire would actual-
Vincent walks in, tampon string hanging out of his mouth: Hey guys, what's up?
Sam: *nopes the fuck out of life*
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wtf-a-psychoanalysis · 5 months
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TW!! Menstruation, Periods, pain
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Usagi helps his boyfriend get thru the pain
He knows where to get the best pain medication in the hidden city
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willowsgrl · 1 year
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Does bully!Eddie freak out when his girl misses a period, whether being actually pregnant or just a pregnancy scare, or does he lean into the dad role?
Follow-up is he disappointed when it's just a false alarm and he didn't manage to get his girl knocked-up?
Im gonna give two options for this cause I'm just obsessed with every outcome tbh lol
18+ under the cut, MDNI!! Tw: Period talk, illusions to s*x, illusions to oral f!recieving while bleeding, pregnancy, mean!eddie
If he was already trying to knock her up he would be so excited when she told him she was late. He would drag her out of school to go with him to a pharmacy to buy her a test. When it came back negative he'd be disappointed but he wouldn't show it Infront of her when he saw her sad lil face. Instead he would pull her to him, whisper dirty things about trying again in her ear and kiss her with so much intensity, she could've gotten knocked up from that kiss alone lol
If he wasn't trying and it was a genuine scare I think this is the event that would set off his breeding kink. At first she would be so scared to tell him, cause at this point he's still an asshole bully towards her.
She would be in the library trying to hide from him, sat on the floor behind a dusty bookshelf in the back but he found her anyway. He stood over her, shaking his head and tutting. Fuck he was scary when he wanted to be.
"I thought I told you to wait for me by the bleachers, little one? Wanna tell me why I had to find out from a freshman that you're sat in the library crying?"
Fresh tears spilled over her eyeline, and she hid her face in her knees. She hoped if she looked pathetic enough he would leave. Instead she felt him sit beside her, and wrap his arm around her, forcing her to lean into his side.
"I know you think being emotional would make me a little sympathetic towards you but I'll be honest, the whole pathetic crying thing? Really getting me going, Princess." His hand forced her to look up at him, "Who do I have to thank for giving me the chance to see such a sight, hmm?"
She sniffled, and tried to wipe her slightly runny nose but he beat her to it, pinching the tip and wiping away any snot that came away on his jeans.
"Well.. you know how th- um, when we *ahem* ... In your van?? I let you use me??" He nodded, eyebrows furrowing "I'm late.."
He waited for her to continue but she didn't. It took him a hot minute to understand what she was trying to tell him and he moved his arm from around her when it all clicked. His silence made her cry more. He was absentmindedly rubbing the scruff on his jaw as he tried to process the news.
"How late is.. late?" He asked without looking at her.
"About a week? I don't know, I'm just scared.." sobs started overcoming her, and his arm instinctively wrapped around her and pulled her to his lap. He quietly shhh'd and rocked her gently trying to help calm her down. He'd never been so soft with her but right now she felt so delicate he just wanted to protect her.
"There's still time right? Lets not freak out until it's a sure thing, princess." She nodded into his neck, and just let him take care of her too emotional and embarrassed to stop him. That was until he started acting like himself again.
"I must be some sort of sex god if I get you pregnant the first time you ever have sex, huh?" He laughed into her hair when her crying subsided making her scoff at him, and grab her bag. She stormed towards the library doors muttering about how much of a pig he was under her breath.
It was literally the next day when her period came so all those tears were for nothing. The cramps this time around were a bitch though so she called in sick from school. Eddie also skipped but it was because he slept in after being awake most of the night thinking about her. At first it was all innocent like how he was gonna provide for them both, where would the crib sit in his room, how the hell was he gonna fit a baby seat in his van which lead to how would he fit her giant belly in his van... her belly.. her big round pregnant belly... With swollen sensitive titties to match..
And it was his. He had done this to her and now they were bonded for life. She truly would never be able to get away from him. Well after that the inevitable happened and he couldn't stop jerking it to the thought of her naked rounded frame bouncing in his lap.
When he finally woke up he couldn't be bothered making it to school so he drove to her house instead. He wanted to wait for her in her room until she came home so he could fuss her but when he climbed through the window and saw her, he was so excited.
"Hey mama.. not at school today?" He asked, kicking off his shoes and plopping onto the bed next to her.
She huffed in response and turned to face him.
"I got my period..."
His face fell and hers wore a look of confusion. Why wasn't he happy about that?
"So... Not pregnant?"
She shook her head, and prepared herself for his celebration but it never came. When she looked back at his face, he looked like a pouty child in a candy store being told no more sugar until after dinner.
"Well, we'll just have to try again next month, right mama?" He smirked and pulled her towards him, manhandling her so he was big spoon.
"What?" She was about to wriggle from his grasp when his large warm hand found her abdomen and added pressure to relieve some of her pain. A small moan of relief escaped her, and her eyes closed, willing to let him cuddle her until her cramps subsided.
"The idea of you having my baby drove me insane last night, Princess. God, you're gonna look so hot when the bump starts to show!" He began nibbling on her earlobe, "wanna try again now?? Picturing you pregnant has me hard again"
She scoffed thinking he was messing with her and shook her head.
"Don't be so gross, no one has sex on their period!! It's messy.."
"you got a towel? I don't care about a bit of blood, mama. Actually it'd be pretty metal to have hot bloody sex, dontcha think?" She couldn't see his face yet she could somehow hear the smirk he was wearing.
"Not now, Eddie. I have really bad cram- oof!" He'd interrupted by flipping her onto her back, planting wet kisses down her neck.
"Another reason to do it! I hear orgasms are a fantastic pain relief!" He winked and trailed kisses down her body until he reached her frilly pink pj shorts. Making full eyecontact with her, he slowly tugged them down waiting for her protest but it never came. He always listened to her in case she didn't want to but he did ignore her when she said it would be gross. He didn't care, he wanted her to c*m on his face before he got to c*m inside her again.
She didn't get pregnant this time around but she did learn he was right about the pain relief...
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tangledinink · 10 months
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the gemini egg saga, part three
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Donnie, trying to give Mikey dating advice: Ask her something.
Mikey: How are you?
Renet: Fine.
Donnie: Something personal!
Mikey: At what age did you first get your period?
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propertyofwhitney67 · 5 months
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My jealous ass could never, that bitch would have to be gone. He's mine now
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Pairing: Yandere!Mahito x AFAB!Reader
NSFW
Word Count: 2'133
Warnings: Yandere, Dubcon, Implied past noncon, Kidnapped reader, Captive reader, Denial of basic needs, Graphic descriptions of period blood, Descriptions of period cramps, Humiliation, Mahito is a fucking asshole in this. Dead dove do not eat.
Additional Notes: This is disgusting and I'm not sorry for a single moment.
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There were just over two hundred cracks in the ceiling.
Two hundred and three, give or take, from the ones you could see.
It was hard to be accurate from your position on the floor. The angle from your little corner combined with the dim lighting of the sewer did you no favors, but you had counted them all five times now.
It was something to do. Something to distract you from the horrendous, gnawing pain that wracked your abdomen.
You had been dreading this day. After two weeks in Mahito’s captivity, you were nervous, but after three? You knew it was no longer a matter of “if” but “when” your period would hit while in his “care”. Mahito liked you too much to kill you, at least for now. He had made that explicitly clear in his extremely chipper response as to why you were still alive, however part of you genuinely wished to join the growing masses of his experiments in the tunnels rather than go through this.
You had nothing. No pads, no tampons, and nothing that you’d normally use to cope with the pain. After discovering the magical combination that eased you through this hellscape with minimal suffering, you had never gone a cycle without it.
But now you were dealing with it in full force for the first time in god knew how long with nothing but the cracks in the ceiling to distract you, and god, what a poor distraction it was.
After the sixth round of counting you couldn’t take it anymore. You could feel the blood oozing through the material of your pants and the cramps were fucking unbearable.
 “I need a new set of clothes.”
Mahito hummed softly in curiosity, giving you a once-over from his spot in his hammock. “What’s wrong with the ones you have on now?”
“I just need new ones.”
“Need or want~?”
“Goddamnit, Mahito, please.”
The slip-up left before you could catch it, and you watched in what felt like slow motion as his expression shifted into sinful delight mixed with intrigue.
You’ve never begged him before. Not once. Not unless he made you.
“Really?” He sat up and turned his body towards you fully - leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Now what could be so dire, I wonder?”
A particularly nasty cramp hit at that exact moment, and it took everything to keep from doubling over and letting him see you like that, but your pain tolerance was not good enough to keep such a display from showing on your face.
He saw it clear as day.
“Oh?” He tilted his head. “Are you sick?”
“No, but I genuinely would rather be.” You muttered, hugging your abdomen and closing your eyes while taking a few deep breaths through your nose and exhaling shakily through your mouth.
The crunch of debris could be heard as Mahito got off the hammock and strode over to you. You opened your eyes in time to see him crouch down to your level.
“You’re pale and you keep wincing, you’re sick.”
“I’m not sick! I’m just-” You cut yourself off, taking a moment to collect yourself since the growing exasperation in your tone was only serving to add to Mahito’s excitement over the whole thing.
Might as well rip the bandaid off…
“I’m on my period.”
He blinked, processing the information for a few seconds before he threw his head back and started laughing. The sound was sharp, and it echoed around the room - making you flinch back with a deep frown.
“It’s not funny.”
“Oh, you have no idea how funny it is.” He replied, still giggling as he spoke. “Your period?”
You grit your teeth to the point your jaw ached. “My menstrual cycle, it comes every-”
“I know what you’re talking about.” He said, dismissing your words with a wave of his hand and leaning in closer to you - analyzing everything. “Never thought I’d have a human around long enough to witness it, though.”
Humiliation burned in your face, but you kept eye contact. “Are you going to help me or not?”
Mahito clicked his tongue and lifted a hand to poke at your stomach - easily maneuvering around your attempts to bat it away. “Why should I get you new clothes when you’re going to bleed through those too?”
Another wave of cramps passed through you, causing you to hiss through your teeth. “So you propose I should just sit in my own blood?” Indignation practically dripped off your tone as you seethed.
He shrugged as he changed his position so he was sitting cross-legged in front of you. “You could always take them off,” He smiled. “I won’t mind.”
Of course. Of course, that would be his solution to your problems.
“I’m good, thanks.” You muttered, not bothering to hide the disgust on your face.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” He said as he rested his chin in his hand. “Besides, the longer you sit there doing nothing, the more blood is going to soak into your clothes.”
If looks could kill he would’ve been buried ten times over, but Mahito’s smile only widened in response.
“It’s your choice~.”
Damn him. Damn him to the deepest pits of hell or whatever godforsaken crevasse he crawled out of.
But he was right.
The humiliation felt like it was going to swallow you whole as you reluctantly hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your pants and underwear and pulled them down in one go, refusing to look him in the face the entire time you did so.
The tangy smell of iron hit the air immediately.
“Wow, you bleed a lot.”
His comment did absolutely nothing to help the way you wanted to simply curl up into a ball and cease to exist, and you placed your bundled-up clothes in front of your lower half to preserve some form of modesty.
“Will you help me now?”
He chuckled again, “Now how can I help you if I have no idea just how much you bleed?”
You returned your gaze to him, glaring daggers. “What?”
“I need to know the right stuff to get since clothes aren’t the only thing you need.” He replied so casually that you wanted to strike him across the face. “I’ve read human menstrual products aren’t… what’s the phrase? One-size-fits-all when it comes to flow.”
A twitch went through your eye. “I flow heavy.”
Mahito snorted, rolling his eyes after. “Obviously, but I need to know how heavy.”
You continued to stare at him, waiting for him to elaborate on exactly what the fuck he meant by that.
He smiled. “Let me see.”
…Oh.
The simmering humiliation-based anger quickly turned into nearly excruciating self-consciousness, and you pressed your thighs together tightly.
He sucked on his teeth and went to stand up. “I guess you don’t really need my help, then~.”
“No, wait!”
You hated it. The desperation that coated your words as you said them. Mahito only paused and tilted his head at you in that horrifically condescending way he seemed to enjoy so much as he waited for you to comply.
“...How long do you have to look?”
He tapped his chin and looked up in faux thought before giggling again. Like this was all a game, and to him it probably was.
“As long as I need.”
No. Not probably. It definitely was.
Damn him.
You couldn’t even look at him, not wanting to see what kind of vile excitement pulled at his stitches as you moved your clothing to the side and slowly but surely parted your legs. Your gaze was transfixed directly on the wall behind him as he made himself right at home - settling on his stomach with his face far too close for comfort from the most intimate part of you.
The silence was the worst part of it all. What was probably only seconds felt like hours and you made the mistake of looking down to see him just… staring at your cunt. Looking at it with wide eyes akin to a kid spotting a prize at a shitty pop-up carnival game as menstrual blood dripped from you.
His hands felt like ice when one closed around your thigh and the other swiped two fingers through your folds, causing your body to jolt backward in response.
“What the fuck are you-”
“Helping.” He stated simply as he slipped two fingers inside you without so much as a breath of warning.
It made your body seize and your hands shot to his shoulders out of reflex, but you knew better than to try and shove him off. Instead, you gripped onto him, stabilizing yourself as you were forced to endure it.
You just had to endure it.
“Huh.” He hummed, already deep in thought - marveling at the sight of your blood coating his fingers every time he pulled them out and plunged them back in at a horrifically languid pace. “You feel different when you’re like this.”
It felt awful. An achy, churning sensation that added to the usual discomfort you felt whenever he decided to touch you like this. Every time he crooked his fingers he made horrible scooping motions whenever he pulled them back out, and you could feel the excessive wetness as it left you.
It was disgusting. Repugnantly nauseating, and yet he also knew how to play you like a fucking fiddle as he did it. The mortification welled in your soul like the tears that welled in your eyes, and your knuckles went white as they gripped the fabric of his shirt to deal with the building pressure.
“This isn’t helping.” You said, breath catching on the last word.
“Is it not?” He asked, faux ignorance mixed with mirth as he lifted his head enough to look you in the eyes. There was no obvious expression for once, but you could feel the way his soul taunted yours. “Pity, I read orgasms supposedly helped with the pain.”
A whine slipped from your lips as he curled his fingers again, stroking a part of you that should’ve been reserved for lovers. For someone who cared for you as much as you cared for them.
Instead, you were reminded of just who it was between your thighs when you felt him smile against you - stitches bunching against your skin as the motion of his fingers repeated over and over and over again.
“Then again, you’re not quite there yet, are you?”
The sound that left you was strangled, a mixture of a grunt and a whimper that only added to the coil of what you could only describe as despair in your gut.
You refused to call it pleasure.
Each quirk of his wrist was like fire turned liquid with how it burned in your veins. It only grew hotter when he split you open with another finger, causing your hips to jerk against him. He only laughed and pinned them in place with another set of hands.
“Never mind, it looks like you’re particularly sensitive when you’re like this~.”
The curses you wanted to call him died on your tongue as his efforts doubled, blurring the line between disgust and euphoria even further until it finally came to a head. You could feel it in excruciating detail - the pulsing of your walls as they contracted around his fingers and your climax washed through you. The predisposition set upon you by your cycle amplified everything. The good. The bad.
The repulsive.
“There!”
Mahito’s cheerful voice was almost as jarring as the sensation of him pulling back and sitting on his haunches, withdrawing his fingers from you and leaving you with a worse ache than before.
Again you made the mistake of looking at him as he held up his hand, his fingers dark red with a thick glob connecting his middle and index together in a maccabe web.
Bile rose in your mouth and you had to quickly look away in order to prevent yourself from emptying what little stomach contents you had onto the floor when he placed the fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.
“Are you done?” The question was bitter, full of resentment and utter shame as you waited for your humiliation to be complete.
There was that awful silence again, hanging in the air until it was broken by the sound of shifting clothing immediately followed by the sensation of gravity taking hold as you were pushed completely onto your back.
“Not yet,” Mahito answered, eyes gleaming as they stared down into yours - unyielding and completely merciless. 
If eyes were windows to the soul, you couldn’t bear the clarity in how he looked into yours.
And your gaze shifted back up to the ceiling, beginning to count once more.
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lilybug-02 · 2 months
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Just had some people sit next to me. A guy and a girl. They were on the topic of menstruation.
The girl likened periods to a once a month oil change. No truer words.
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