#cw menstruation

[gaylactic-fire]

The Curse

Aka Hylia's favourite transmasc gets amnesia and forgets what periods are

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Looks like *someone* rolled a Nat 20 in a Persuasion check and is mighty pleased about it…

[goldsaja-hunters]

Saja Boys-Period Comfort Headcanons

*I have cramps right now so here's this

*Female reader, menstrual cramps, menstruation, mentions of smut

Jinu

-He was formerly human, and 400 years old, so he is aware of what you're going through.

-It breaks his heart to see you hunched over or in the fetal position when your cramps are particularly bad.

'I'm so sorry you have to endure this every month, babe'

-He's gentle with you, and summons up chocolates and snacks, as well as pain relievers, pads, or tampons (He really tries to keep up with the times here).

-He's secretly terrified of you when you're going about your day, cramping, and there's no pain relievers around. Your patience is very thin and you scare him.

-If you're up for it, he has researched that sex can help with cramps and he's more than willing.

'You're so sexy like this, underneath me. No, I want to. Let me please you, lay back—there we go.'

Mystery

-Why are individual GIFS of him so hard to find here?

-He's not totally clueless, he does know a bit about the human world. And his senses are sharp, so he can tell when you're on it, even if you don't say anything.

-Mystery is quick to summon up any snacks or pads you need, and he secretly loves how clingy you get.

-You remind him of a koala; it's adorable to him, really, how clingy you are during your menstruation. He kisses you and holds you tight, stroking your head.

'You just can't let go of me, can you? Come here.'

'I made you this.' And it's your favorite food and a cold drink—you could literally cry with how sweet he is.

-Mystery is pretty good at reading people, and he immediately gives you space if needed, and vice versa.

Abby

-He's low-key a menace; he's aware of the sex drive going through the roof during that time of the month, and he'll strut around shirtless sometimes.

-He'll even play coy about it too, smirking at you when you eye him as he's 'coincidentally' just looking for his shirt.

-I feel like he gives really good massages, I'm not sure why; so he'd especially love giving you shoulder or back massages, or if your cramps hurt.

-Abby is more than willing to cook for you or even bathe you if you're cramping up really bad. He adores the intimacy of it, and he peppers sweet kisses on your forehead and cheeks.

'Does that feel better, babe? I bought you that body wash you like, too.'

Romance

-HE'S A TOTAL SWEETHEART. He sensed it was that time for you, and is quick to get chocolates, pads, snacks, and a heating pad or pain relievers.

-Like Mystery, he knows when to back off if you're a little heated or if you need affection. He's not risking anything. He's terrified of you.

-One of his love languages is acts of service; he'll cook for you, massage your cramps, etc.

-He also reassures you that you're beautiful and whispers sweet praises in your ears when he's in bed with you.

-He'll purposely make the room a few degrees cooler if it makes you more comfortable.

Baby

-Also a menace; he secretly likes when you snap at him during your mood swings. You made him sleep on the couch for that.

-Jokes aside, he is very sweet and considerate. He makes such delicious smoothies for you, and also gets whatever snacks, pads, or tampons you need.

-Baby lets you lay on his chest when cuddling you, or he'll gladly give you space and do his own thing.

-He's not opposed to sex, especially after knowing it helps with cramping; he's at his knees and willing to please you if you say yes.

If not, he'll make sure you're comfortable and are eating and resting enough.

[ruesol]

John Price never really understood your humor. But it was the same for most older people. Especially when it came to someone as detached from the internet as John. It was a good thing your boyfriend had you to keep him updated with whatever new ridiculous term or phrase was popular.

“I can’t hang out today–nature’s punishing me for not being pregnant.”

It started as a fleeting joke. Something you and your friends always said whenever it was that time of the month. It had been ingrained into your entire group’s vocabulary after years of use. Now, it was just a casual way of saying, ‘hey, I got my period.’

It was odd to him at first. Why would the trees care if you’re not pregnant? he asked with a confused face, prompting you to giggle and kiss his bearded cheek. Fifteen minutes later, the man was enlightened on why you were blaming nature–Mother Nature to be more specific. You expected him to forget about it afterwards (like he did with most slang), but what you didn’t expect was for him to take it seriously. Not in the way you thought at least.

You were expecting more care from him–tip-toeing when you were sleeping, not cooking meat while you felt nauseous, and buying ample sweets and unhealthy snacks for you to munch on while crying over silly romcoms.

But instead, you received more sensual touches and lingering stares at your lower abdomen. You’d often have to push him away from your sore and tender breasts. “You wouldn’t be so uncomfortable if you were pregnant, you know,” he’d often joke, making you choke or spit out whatever was in your mouth. He’d massage your back and take small breaks to palm himself as he imagined you requesting a massage because your belly had been feeling too heavy lately.

It was all too much. Too surprising. The two of you had never spoken about children, yet you felt like you had unlocked a different side of him. A side that was hidden away for your safety because now, the man was convinced that you needed to be with his child to satisfy Mother Nature.

“I don’t think we should disrespect Mother Nature like that. Don’t you agree, love?” he mumbled into your ear as he parted your legs with his big, rough hands. “I don��t wanna see you in pain. You’ve been punished enough.” He kisses your neck with fervent need–a deep and dark desire to fill you with his seed. You sluggishly try to push his shoulder to get him to stop leaning over you. “John–”

But the man’s strength prevents him from budging an inch. “Shh, none of that. You’ll take everything I give you,” he says as his cock nudges your entrance.

[jellynotbees]

Not canon because I don’t really give my characters menstrual cycles (because apparently most mammals just don’t have them) but I was cramping and had an idea lol

They would be in an established relationship at this point so lamb is safe to be close to Narinder btw

[the-overthinktank]

Something i see missing from birth control discussion is that it is used for treatments beyond pregnancy prevention. Like i am not in a relationship with pregnancy risk. But I'm on hormonal IUD because my body was growing little meat pearls of period tissue in my abdomen, and i had to get emergency surgery because one of them was twisting my ovary and putting me in excruciating pain. Now i don't have periods so my body can't do that. If i didn't have the birth control, my body would get straight to work on the meat pearls again.

[chrystal-ink]

The little things Shadow does for you (head cannons):

I feel like Shadow would take note of the things you like, literally he has a small notebook in his desk full of little notes about you what brands you like or which restaurants you like to eat at, and up to date list of books you’ve been meaning to read. you’re looking through his desk one day trying to find paper clips or something and find it your heart swells when you read it

If you’re working on a project at home he’ll bring you a snack or some water around the three hour mark and make you take a break to take care of yourself.

If he notices you’re stressed in a certain situation I feel like he’d get you out there as quickly as possible making some excuse as to why he needs to leave so that you don’t feel bad for exiting early.

He’ll leave notes for you if he has to leave before you wake up in the morning, they’re usually just factual not a lot of sentimentality on the surface but you can always tell they’re written with care and love.

If you wear a certain accessory like a piece of (jewelry ,hair tie, hair clip etc.) on the rare occasion when you’re not wearing it he’ll hold it inspecting it for any damage or wear he’ll inform you if it needs fixing.

He’ll remind you if you’re running out of any products you use and has a small stash of your essentials just in case you forget something.

If you’re a homebody he’ll try to get you out of the house at least one a day whether it’s going on a walk around the neighborhood or taking you out to eat as much as he likes spending alone time with you it’s not good to be cooped up in the house all day.

If you have a big day coming up he’ll make you go to bed early even if you don’t want to, sleep is important for your success after all.

He replaces your toothbrush every three months he doesn’t even tell you. you just walk into the bathroom and see a new one in the old ones place marked so you know it’s yours

If you menstruate he memorizes what products you use and makes sure to keep them on hand

He takes a small bottle of your (perfume/ body spray) with him on longer missions, your scent comforts him.

He doesn’t buy you flowers often but he will if he notices you’ve been down lately or you need a pick me up, they’re always your favorite flower and he spends a lot of time picking out the perfect ones.

[deathdetermineslife]

sometimes selfshipping means bluetoothing your period cramps to your f/o. thanks for handling those for me babe :) ily

[cvntoid]

Crime Scene

Roman's concerned about your performance.

under the cut: period kink, blood, coercion, dubcon, mutual masturbation (sort of), blackmail, chauvinistic overtones

Roman’s office is so sparsely decorated. 

It’s not the first time you’ve noticed it; it’s just always one of your first thoughts upon settling in, that he has no photos, no knick-knacks. It’s so barren and empty, nothing indicating anything of his person, his personality. Much like the man himself, it’s just… elusive. Empty inside.

You shift in your seat as another cramp rolls through your pelvis, low and aching as it is. It’s on a constant simmer, the cramping, the soreness. Your poor, swollen cunt - it’s always the first couple days that are the worst. Constant. You clear your throat as you swallow a little sound of pain and Roman’s watching, his face fixed into a look of… what? Disdain? His pursed lips, tilted just slightly. It’s like his face doesn’t know how to do anything but smirk. His brows pinch together and it’s handsome, albeit nerve-wracking. 

“Yeah, so, let’s cut to the chase. Not really into the whole… build-up of it all, you know?” Roman slices through the awkward silence, crossing his arms as he leans back in his seat. He regards you with that clever, dark gaze of his. “You’re fucking me today.”

“Excuse me…?”

Roman rolls his eyes, but there it is - the curl of his lip as he smirks, too pleased with himself. He spreads his hands in a gesture of mock-defeat, laughing under his breath. 

“Don’t get all excited, honey. That’s not what I meant. What I do mean, however, is that you’re fucking me on time, on… effort. I’m used to you being a little powerhouse. Today, you’re way slower on those reports, on the filing, on patching me through those very important conference calls. Ring any bells?”

“Oh, um - of course, I’m sorry, I… I’m just feeling a little - well. Not under the weather, but -”

“You gunna get me sick, or…?”

“Uh… no, sir, I’m… not.”

“Sir… mmm, I could get used to that,” Roman says, laughing as you blush the tiniest bit. “That’s really cute. So, if you’re not sick, but you’re not feeling well, what exactly does that mean? Explain it to me. I’m confused.”

“I’d rather not -”

“Okay - sweetheart?” Roman leans forward at his desk, elbows on it, ensnaring you in his derisive gaze. His eyes are so dark from your vantage point, and yet they’re still lit, still glittering with… what? Mischief? Something a little more dangerous, a little more uncomfortable? “We’re all fuckin’ adults, here, right? And I’m reeaaally not into the idea of catching some shit from you because you're being too weird to tell me about it. So spit it out, okay? Just fucking tell me. Now.”

“I’m on my period,” you say, blurting it out plainly. A slight flush rises to your cheeks, but you fight the intrinsic urge to avert your gaze, to cower from your own physical truth. You’re a fucking professional in the workplace - so fucking what if you have a uterus, if you're on the rag? He’s insisting, you’re obeying. If he’s grossed out, it’s his own problem. This is what you tell yourself in those milliseconds where his smirk twitches into a full-blown grin. 

“Uh huh. Well, that explains some things, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t think that’s -”

“So,” he interrupts, drumming his fingers along the surface of his desk. “You’re… let’s see - don’t sue me for guessing, by the way. Don’t wanna make you all touchy and twitchy. But I’m gunna guess from my basic understanding that you’ve been struggling through this past day or two because all that fucking blood is leaking from your brains down into your pussy. Right?”

“My -” You gape at him, taking another breath to form words, angry words, and he laughs a little in that irritating way he does - high pitched, absolutely ruthless in the way it cuts into you. 

“Oh, relax. Jesus fuck. Here’s the deal, okay? You’re struggling, you’re unfocused, and you’re starting to piss me off with all the catch-up I’m suddenly having to do because of it. So what’s gunna happen, is - is I’m gunna… make sure you feel…” Roman pauses and tilts his head a little, as if tasting the next words he’s going to say. It makes you nervous, heart pounding in your chest. “I’m dedicated to making sure you’re as relaxed and focused as you can be.”

“Oh… okaaay,” you say slowly, quietly. He’s scary like this. Eyes all black, shining like that. His fingers dance across the surface of his desk and your eyes are on them, watching them do their little walk to the top drawer, and by the time you’re looking back at him, your heart drops into your throat.

Roman’s eyebrows lift just so, and it’s another sign that you’re in trouble. That something is off. He pulls open that drawer and pulls out a velvet pouch of some kind, long, a pull-tie at one end. He sets it down on the edge of his desk and nods at it. “Come get it.”

On trembling legs, another cramp roiling through your tender body, you take the pouch and have an immediate pit in your stomach. “Um - Roman -”

“No, hey, don’t do that. Open it up. See what’s inside,” he insists, the tone of his voice shaped by the smile on his lips. He’s grinning, fingers steepled as he peers up at you from those tired lids of his. He looks like a creature. “Do it. Now.”

Inside is a long, sleek glass toy. There’s no confusion whatsoever on what it is or what its purpose is, but opening it like this in his office in the middle of a workday feels like a fever dream. He stands up and leans forward across his desk, now, as if ready to conspire with you. 

“Pretty, isn’t it?” He runs a finger up the smooth length. It’s totally clear, anatomically accurate - the flare of the tip, crystal-like veins rippling over the shaft. “All that red’s gunna look really nice on it. And you, honey - you’re gunna go back over there and use it. Right now.”

“Roman, this is… so many levels of - I mean, I don’t even know -”

“See, that’s the problem. Stop thinking so fuckin’ much - you clearly aren’t in any condition to do that. Okay?” he snaps, taking you lightly by the wrist to tug you closer. You can feel his breath against your cheek and you’re trembling under his grasp, dumbly holding the toy as he glares at you. “Don’t fuck around with me. You’re gunna park your ass in that chair, lift those nice fuckin’ thighs up and spread ‘em wide for me, and you’re going to fuck your pussy open. Orgasms help cramps, right?”

“I can’t do that,” you say weakly, mouth going dry. He drops your wrist to grab your face instead, forcing you to catch his hot gaze head on as he looks into your eyes. He glances at your lips only a moment before he leans in and drags his tongue up over your cheek, instead, giving you the smallest shake in his painful grasp.

“I do not want to fire you. But if you’re unable to work, and you’re unable to even entertain me, then I don’t have any use for you, do I? Be a good fucking girl and get your fuckin’ ass in that seat. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” you say stupidly, stomach flipping, cunt pulsing. God, all that pressure - you have been ignoring it, just from sheer laziness, the inability to want to clean up after touching yourself. It’s been a few days, at least. Roman’s expression softens, but the cruelty has nowhere to go. It seeps into his smirk, eyes blazing deep in those big, endless pools of pupil. He reaches down with his free hand to palm his dick, clearly hard in his slacks. Fuck.

“Oh, yeah, there we go,” he breathes. He kisses the tip of your nose and lets you go, sitting back in his chair slowly. 

Walking back to the loveseat feels surreal; everything is going too slow, heartbeat pounding in your ears like a soft roar. The sound of Roman’s belt and zipper snaps your attention back to him and he nods, like he’s encouraging you to do the most benign and natural thing in the world instead of the way you unzip your pencil skirt with shaking fingers. It slips down your hips and thighs with a whisper, the smooth fabric hushing down over your tights. They roll down next, and then, cheeks burning, you hesitate. 

“Um - I… can you -”

Roman’s already touching his cock. You can’t see it, but it’s obvious as he stares, hungry, focused. “I’m about to see it all, anyway, honey. Panties off. Don’t care if there’s a pad or tampon or whatever - show me your bloody little cunt, now, okay?” He lifts his eyebrows as you continue to hesitate, tilting his head. “Remember - everything’s on the line, yeah…?”

Fuck. You pull your panties down and there you are, half naked and bleeding, the toy in your hand. Roman hums from where he sits, making a lewd sound of appreciation in his throat at the sight of you. 

“There she is. Very pretty, honey.”

You sit on his loveseat, ass scooted forward a little, lifting your legs up so you can rest your feet on the edge. It feels awkward and awful at first, being so splayed open like that, so exposed. Roman takes a breath and the sound alone has you opening your eyes again, brave enough to chance it. He’s staring directly at your cunt, jerking himself off. You wish you could see it, watching the way his arm moves, the way his eyes go fucking blank. He catches your gaze and shakes his head.

“This isn’t for you. That,” he indicates with a nod at your new toy, “is for you. I’m a man, and when I see a fuck-dumb pussy in front of me, it makes me hard. You don’t worry about this. Worry about doing what I told you. Now.”

God, you’re already pulsing despite the fear, the humiliation of it all. Slowly, you start to work the tip in and out, gasping a little breath as it starts to part you open. Slow, slow. Patient. Hanging your head back and closing your eyes to ease the act along, pretend he’s not there even though you can hear those little moans under his breath. 

The toy is thick - usually when you fuck yourself, it’s just your fingers, a smaller toy maybe. Clit-focused. This fills you in such a delicious way, the cool glass, so solid and unforgiving as you fuck yourself a little deeper. Your other fingers find your swollen, slick clit, biting back a moan when you start to stroke it. 

“God, look at you,” Roman mutters, and beyond your own pulse, your own breaths, you can hear how wet his cock is as he fucks his fist. “Messy fuckin’ slut. Making a mess on my couch, you know that? You’re dripping on the fucking floor - fuck. Oh, fuck. You’re so red, sweetheart.”

“M’sorry,” you breathe, sighing such a dreamy little moan that Roman gasps. You thrust the toy just so, dragging over that magic, plush spot inside of you, over and over and over, and oh, god, you’re going to cum. “Roman - I’m close…”

“Yeah you fuckin’ are. You gunna cum for me? Say it, f-fucking - mmm, say it, c’mon. Just for me.”

“Gunna cum for you, Roman,” you whine, fingers moving faster. Your thighs shake, fuck. You can feel yourself dripping, feel it rolling down your flesh, soaking into the seat below you. The world falls away and it’s just the two of you panting, making little sounds in your throat, cursing under your shared, manic breaths. You tilt the toy juuuust a little, gasping sharply as it fucks into that spot in a way that makes that coil in your body finally burst. A wave of heat and release rolls up from the basin of your hips, all the way up, all the way down as your toes point. “I’m fucking - I’m -”

“Good, you sick little slut. Fuckin’ bleeding on my floor - fuck - oh, fuck.” You open your eyes to watch Roman’s expression turn into an agonized display of his own pleasure, lips parted, brow knit in concentration as he thrusts into his own hand, his free hand clutching the arm of his office chair. He grunts and growls rhythmically with each obvious thrust, and the sight of it makes your cunt clench even harder against that toy. 

A moment of catching your breath and idly rubbing your clit through the last of the aftershocks has you feeling completely drained, and… oddly enough, refreshed. Roman watches, tracing your slick red folds and parted pussy lips with his gaze, the way the toy is covered in your gore, your cum. Committing this to his memory so he can summon it whenever he likes. 

Getting re-dressed is embarrassing and clumsy - you don’t know where to set the toy, don’t know how to deal with the blood that’s dripped and smeared between your thighs. Roman sighs and rolls his eyes, plucking a tissue box off his desk and twitching it impatiently toward you. 

“Clean up best you can. You’ll be fine. Don’t be fuckin’ weird about it.”

Under his unflinching gaze, a hint of that smirk, he takes clear pleasure in the way you fumble and flush pink, the way you try to mince and hide from him as you wipe up and pull yourself together. 

“I should really make you fucking lick the mess up, you know? Both the crime scene you left on my couch, my floor… and the mess you made me make over here, too. Make you crawl on your fuckin’ hands and knees like the dirty bitch you are and take some responsibility for your actions for once,” he muses, and the way his eyes glimmer has you afraid. He shrugs a shoulder and waves the idea away, like he’s doing you another kindness. “Oh well. Problem for some other grunt, huh? Lucky you, I have some very discreet connections.”

“Thank you… um, thank you, Roman,” you say slowly, unsure of whether he wants the thanks or not. He smiles at you, but it’s devoid of any warmth whatsoever. It makes you shudder a little and he laughs. 

“Mmm. Hey - don’t forget your new friend, there,” he says gently, handing you the pouch with the soiled glass inside of it. 

“I - I can’t just walk back with this, where am I gunna -”

“Not my problem,” he says firmly, smile faltering. “I just did a very nice thing for you, you know. I care about your comfort. So now that you’re feeling a little more… clear-minded, I want you to use your fucking brain, okay? Get back to work. Wouldn’t wanna make you stay overtime to teach you any more lessons. I’m not your fucking daddy. Figure it out.”

As you open the door, trying to hide the sheathed toy under your arm til you can sneak it into your purse, Roman clears his throat. 

“One more thing - I want you here the same time tomorrow. Don’t forget my gift.”

[tangledinink]

if I have to deal with it!!!! THEY have to deal with it!!!!

[ the gemini ]

[thebrothel]

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Ooooohhh you know what I’d love to see? Vamp writing a lil ficlet for his fave housemate 😗

no strings (18+) 🩸

Night Walks Joel x f!reader, by Vamp 🍆

Joel hasn't seen you around in a few days. He reaches out, and you say you're just tired. In other words, he should be a gentleman and come there unannounced. He brings your favorite meal and can't help but notice an empty Victoria's secret bag on the floor. He doesn't say anything, but you see him eyeing it and you lie, "it's not anything sexy." Before the two of you settle in to watch a movie, you go to the bathroom and Joel peeks in the bag. There's a receipt for 80 pairs of period panties, and a fancy card that says,

"Ladies, Please give them a try, my treat. I got all styles and sizes. You're going to love them. More comfy than than tampons, and they don't get in the way. Your friend, VJ "

Night Walks isn't mad at all, because he knows his buddy Vamp only wants the best for all the readers.

Now that Joel thinks about it, one morning, he was on the phone with you and he had you on speaker. When you asked the girls if anyone had a tampon, Vamp did a full body wince and dropped his cereal spoon, splashing milk on himself.

Now the two of you lie down to watch a movie or take a nap, with Joel spooning you. Careful not to make you uncomfortable, he rubs his hand gently over your hip, then around front. The pantyline is more extended than usual, a boy short shape that comes down almost mid thigh. The silhouette must be sexy as hell. He caresses your lower abdomen and teases his fingers along the front of your joggers until you moan "mm" and move in a way that gives him more access.

He slips his hand into your pants, but not into your panties yet. He just wants to feel them from the outside first. As he explores their smooth, full coverage, ultra absorbent shape, he murmurs in your ear, "thought you said it wasn't sexy." With a feather light touch, his fingers glide over your most sensitive place.

The fabric is so perfect and comfortable that you almost forget you're on your period. But Joel doesn't, because his nostrils have bloomed open to accept the most beautiful fragrance in the world: the woman he cares about, on her most special days.

Finally, after all this teasing, Joel hesitantly slides his fingers into the front waistband. The silky, black fabric is perfectly stretchy enough for his hand, and the sight of his knuckles in your panties is a turn on for both of you. You're perfectly comfortable and welcome his fingers right between your legs. He slides them from your clit to your entrance and back, cupping your mound with his palm. You're so slippery, he can't tell what's blood and what's arousal, and he's not sure which is better anyway. Out of curiosity he takes his hand out to look at his fingers and it's a mix of blood and clear slick. He sniffs his digits and swoons,"Hell yeah."

"you like that?" You ask him and he says, "Fuck yeah. I love it baby." He becomes ravenous, and grinds his huge erection against your ass. He fingers you more enthusiastically trying to gather as much as he can to slurp down.

Finally, you give him what he wants : the good stuff, straight from the spigot.

He has you laid back with your knees in the air. Pulls your joggers off. Then he admires you in the period boy shorts and they unironically look so goddamn hot he almost cums in his pants. He pulls them down and says, "ohhh, fuck you're so hot" before burying his face in your beautiful bleeding cunt, just the way nature intended. He's gentle and responsive to your cues, paying attention to your hand in his hair.

Once he's made you cum a few times, you can't take it anymore and plead for his cock inside you.

"Yeah. You need this cock?" He offers.

"god yes. Please, Joel. There's no tampon to take out or anything. You can slide right in and make me whole. Slide into the cloak of my blood and arousal for you. Let it wrap all around your big fat cock."

Joel groans and pushes his cock into you. "Hell yeah, you feel so special this time of month, and always."

"yeah, Like that, oh God," you pant. "More."

You both breathe heavily with with Joel fucking you just how you want until you're both satisfied.

A beautiful, perfect night, and a game changer for your menstruation game.

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Love you, Anna!! tysm for playing 💕💕

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p.s. this is NOT period panties slander. the madame loves them.

[gaylactic-fire]

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[still--kicking]

people who have heavy periods deserve financial compensation fr because mine are generally pretty chill but every now and then I have one that's worse and I just want to curl up in a ball and disintegrate

god knew I was not his strongest soldier he took one look at me and was like ugh this one would be sooooo annoying about having difficult periods, just give them a bad one a couple times a year to keep them humble

[trashland-llamas]

Venetia

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Reader who wants to keep her period on the down low, not telling her teammates out of desperation. To appear normal instead of feeling like she was on the brink of death. She had done so well, going to bed an hour earlier. Hiding her craving for chocolate behind a simple excuse to bake. Claiming she was taking over the counter pain meds for a migraine and not cramps.

But unfortunately for her, Jason finds out from their shared bathroom. Confused when he comes across the discarded pad hidden in its wrapper. Trying to identify where the weird smell was coming from. 'Hey, can I ask you something?' He doesn't bother to knock before entering her bedroom. Realizing how fatigued she looks. Having heard pained whimpers before he entered.

‘Yea, what’s up Jay-jay?’ Trying to play it cool. Reader had yet to find a comfortable position to lie in. One that didn’t annoy the fuck out of her back but also didn’t make her worry about leaking through her pad. All but giving up at this point. Jason wasn’t completely clueless when it came to periods. He had spent some time around women. 'I saw a pad in the trash, and it was kinda stinking up the bathroom. It's the time of the month for you, isn't it?' There was a striking pallor regarding her appearance. 'I'm just glad you didn't use the word loins, but yes.' If anyone had to know, she didn't mind Jason knowing. Jason would at the very least not be mad that she insisted on being so independent.

'Why did you think I'd use the word loins?' Jason is more amused than shocked by Reader's snark. 'I don't know, the fact that you mostly read classic romance books. Surprised you haven't tried dressing like Fabio yet. Oh wait, that's just Discowing,' Jason knew he should've expected she’d have a long list of insults lined up for him. 'Okay, I get it. You're probably in a shit ton of pain, if not discomfort. So pretty please, let me help however I can.'

She held out a tiny stuffed animal. ‘It’s one of those that can be microwaved. Should take one minute in the nuker.’ Jason fails to hide his laugh but he does take it from her hand. Going down to the kitchen. Giving Roy and Artemis a look that said to mind their beeswax.

Reader had drifted into a half-asleep state. Eyes fully opening when she felt Jason place the warmed plush on her stomach. ‘Hey, sleepyhead. Hopefully that helps with the cramps. Need anything else?’

‘Can you keep me company?’ Came her request. One that Jason readily agreed to. ‘Yeah, I’ll stay. Get some rest,’ having them lean up so he could slide in behind them. Leaning against the headboard with Reader using him as a pillow. The heated plush now trapped between their bodies. Slipping a hand under her shirt to press circles along the muscles in her back. Humming a lullaby that his mom used to sing to him. Jason smiled when he heard her begin to snore.

‘You realize I do enjoy books outside of the romance genre?’ Jason questions her sleeping form. Not expecting a response as the question was rhetorical. Even his family had shoehorned him as the romance aficionado. The layout of the room hadn’t changed at all since he had last been in it. The bed is still flush to the side of the wall. A bookshelf next to it, right under the window. Doubly acting as a nightstand.

Cataloging her books, he picks up a random book. One of Neal Shusterman's—Bruiser. As time goes on, Jason begins to read some of the passages out loud. Glad that his experience staying perfectly still during stakeouts came in handy for something outside of vigilantism.

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Okay, so I was waiting until I had more information before I said something, but this is what the last 2 months of my life has been like. Content warning for discussion of uterine shenaniganry.

In August, start having bad, random cramping, which is weird, because I'm in perimenopause! I talk to my doctor and we think it's probably just T-related bullshit. We start me on vaginal estrogen, but I'm aware that cramping can mean uterine cancer, so I push to get my pap smear six months early.

My doctor's office (not my actual doctor) fights me on it. I fight back. Originally, they wanted to schedule me for March, then December, and I said, nah, I'm not waiting, because if it is uterine cancer, that shit is aggressive. So we got the test done. Irregular findings, so we go for an ultrasound.

As this happens, the cramps get worse, until I am feeling like I'm in the early stages of labor all the time.

Long story short, I have a golf ball of a fibroid sitting in the top of my uterus, and I've since found out that my grandmother had a hysterectomy for the same thing about my age.

So, here's the advice bit:

Unusual cramping, if you have a uterus, should be treated as if it might be Something Serious. Don't brush it off. Insist your doctor take it - and you - seriously. If your doctor doesn't take you seriously, please fire them and get a better one if possible.

Ask your parents to tell you as much as they know about your grandparents' and aunts' and uncles' health. In the last week, I've found out about A Lot of things I should have known a long, long time ago. Like, the number of things I've learned that I should have known has become an inside joke with a certain circle of my friends.

Get your pap smears, y'all. The sooner you find problems, the sooner you can deal with them.

Anyway, I probably can't evict all this bullshit until January, and I'm in a lot of pain basically all the time. So y'all are gonna have to forgive me if I'm a little distant and tired.