#how to remove a menstrual cup

[plusyears]

Looking to learn how to remove a menstrual cup? Follow these simple steps for a hassle-free experience: pinch the base, gently pull, and empty the contents into the toilet. Easy and hygienic!

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[erosmutt]

　★　Haunted　⨟　D. Vader

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀❝The odor fills my presence, of freshly dug grave and death and night . . . these things are her essence. Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover . . . you are lust incarnate. In the sweat of my bed, the eastern sky hints of dawning. Alone and awake but exhausted I lie . . . oh how I hate the morning.❞

﹙characters﹚︰ Darth Vader

﹙pairing﹚︰ Darth Vader x WIFE!LILITH!Reader

﹙synopsis﹚︰Abstinence had been no issue for Vader, that is until you. Ensnaring his mind was much easier than expected, and so the two of you wed. Now, all he can do is sit idly by and watch as you enchant him. His mind deteriorates day by day, and as many times as he's tried to pull away, you reel him right back in.

﹙content warnings﹚︰blasphemy, use of god, goddess, savior, and priestess, Vader and reader both have a god/goddess kink/complex, period sex + oral, menstrual cycle is referred to as a 'moon time,' Vader is surviving without his suit on, blue eyed Vader my love

﹙word count﹚︰1.5K

﹙notes﹚︰ Happy Birthday to my sweet girl, Aurora. ♱ BUY ME A COFFEE? ♱ This was released early on MY PATREON. If you don't want to wait for releases, consider subscribing! The support encourages me to write more and provide more content for you all! ─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.05.03

"You look like sin."

Vader stands in the doorway of your shared chambers, watching as you stand on the balcony, looking out at the fiery, suffocating landscape of Mustafar. On the railing beside you is a bowl of red cherries, and when you turn around to face him, the lacy black number hanging off your frame swishing with the movement, he can see the blood red juice staining your lips, fingertips, and running down your inner forearm. "Ah, my love," you lick your lips. "You've returned."

He nods, pulling off his gloves, exposing his cybernetic limbs to your gaze as he makes his way to the bed where he sets down the parts of his armor he's slowly shedding one by one. "Yet again. I take it Piett took good care of you in my absence, yes?" He asks, finally removing his helmet, putting it on the dresser, accidentally knocking over a bottle of your perfume that he quickly stands back up.

When he turns to you look at you, you're staring at him, unblinking. "Come here," he beckons, holding a hand out to you. You make your way over, and his large hands find your hips, pulling you flush against him. "It's been agony without you," you murmur as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, tasting the lingering essence of cherry. "I can only imagine," he murmurs back.

He can feel that you're in pain through the Force, and the very thought of you experiencing any sort of discomfort eats away at him. "What is troubling you, my love?" He places a hand over your womb. "Your moon time has arrived, hasn't it?" Before you can even respond, he sighs softly, his breath warm against your face, gently ruffling the hair framing your face. "The pain of the cycle is natural, and it shall pass."

You let out a soft moan of discomfort, your hand coming up to gently cup his cheek, your thumb caressing the raised, scarred flesh beneath it. "It shall pass," you repeat, pressing a soft kiss to his chin. "I've told you..." you step back, and he steps forward, "...you can take this away from me..." you take another few steps until you feel the duvet on the bed against the back of your legs. "...don't you want to rid me of this curse?"

A shiver runs down his spine, and he swallows, trying to keep himself in check. "Bringing a child into this world is not very--" he cuts himself off as you lift a finger, signaling for him to be quiet. You sit down on the bed and lay back, propping yourself up on your elbows, and he immediately gets into position on top of you, his enormous form dwarfing you and his weight making the mattress dip much further than it should.

"My goddess," he whispers, voice full of reverence as his deep blue eyes search your face. An amused smile graces your lips as he exhales shakily. You can see the battle going on within his mind. he wants you, and he wants you now. "How pathetic," you chide, pushing him off you and climbing on top of him. You move back and lean down, leaving a trail of kisses down his beautifully scarred, pale skin. Pathetic? How dare you call him - Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith - pathetic.

In a swift motion, he turns the both of you over once more. He stares down at you, his gaze filled with a primal, almost animalistic need. He pins you down to the bed, his body once more covering your own, his strength easily keeping you restrained. He leans down, his breath fanning against your face as he speaks. "You want to be dominant, is that it?" He growls, his grip on your wrists becoming bruising.

You huff out a soft, noiseless laugh. "You worship the ground I walk on," you retort. "And you worship me," he shoots back, his head dipping down to your neck, his lips nipping gently at your skin. He's in a playful mood now, enjoying the banter. "I am your god," he murmurs between soft kisses. His words alone prompt a moan from you, your back arching up off the bed. "Yes,"

Vader smirks against your skin, the sound of your pleasure like a melody to his ears. He moves down to your collarbone, his teeth grazing your flesh, leaving a trail of gentle bites in his wake. "You belong to me," he whispers, hands releasing your wrists to move to your hips. "Say it." "I'm yours," you whisper back. "You're my owner, my savior, my god." His ego swells, satisfaction rushing through him at your words. He moves lower, getting comfortable between your legs. "That's right, and you will wear my marks to prove it."

"Haa, keep talking," you say breathlessly, body writhing beneath him. Just his words are getting you off, and it's simultaneously the most pathetic and most arousing thing he's ever witnessed. "My little priestess, so eager," he coos, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs, pushing them apart and lifting them over his shoulders. "Every inch of you... from your flawless skin, to your quivering body, to your sweet pleas... it all belongs to me."

The metallic smell of blood and the musky scent of your arousal hits him, making him moan and nuzzle his face against the sticky, drying mess decorating your inner thighs. He absolutely adores when you free bleed - you make it so easy for him to worship you.

"Maker, you are vile," you whisper appreciatively, your arm coming to cover your face. He lets out a dry chuckle. "And yet, you are just as filthy." He murmurs before his mouth is on your sex, his tongue desperately working at your entrance. "Ohh-- filthy?" You ask. "Vile," he echoes. "Disgusting, corrupt, pathetic," he reiterates before going back to it, eating you out like a man starved. "I can't stand you," you moan, grinding your hips against his face. He smiles against you, pulling back for just enough air to taunt you. "Yes, you can, you adore me,"

Vader swallows before licking his lips, his eyes half lidded and trained on your glistening cunt. "Say my name," he murmurs, "the one I gave you permission to use." "Anakin," you moan, heels digging into his back. "Your god, my love," he smiles. You cry out, trying to move away from him, but to no avail. He has an iron grip on your thighs, and he presses his face against you further, his tongue delving into your hole, his nose pressed against your puffy clit. "Gods, I'm close,"

He's ruthless, his tongue relentless. He revels in the way you're writhing, and he wants nothing more than to see you come undone at his hand. "Cum for me, for your god," he growls, his voice rough. The effect of his words is almost immediate, and you arch your back up off the bed, hands tangling in the tousled sheets as you come undone, drenching his face in bloody release. He laps up the mess you've made in your pleasure, greedily cleaning you. He moans as he tastes you, savoring your essence. He rises to his knees, hovering over you. "Look at me," he commands.

You turn your head and open your eyes, cheeks flushed, eyes glistening with unshed tears of ecstasy. The lower half of his face is covered in a sticky mix of blood, saliva, and your release, and you can't help but admire the sight. "Look at you, love," he murmurs, "so beautiful, and you taste exquisite." Your cheeks flush a darker pink. "Stop," you whisper, no conviction in your voice. "Why should I? All I want to do is worship you, my goddess," he reaches out, his metallic fingers brushing against your soft skin in a gentle caress of patterns. "You're divine."

"Take me," you whisper, unable to take it anymore. Obliging, he climbs over you, leaning down and capturing your lips with his in a rough, brutal kiss, all tongue and teeth, his body pressing down on you, the entirety of his weight nearly suffocating. While the two of you kiss, your hands rest on his thick biceps while his hands fumble with the waistband of his underwear. His cock, thick and heavy, bounces free, hitting his stomach before settling intimidatingly against your sex.

Vader breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he presses his tip against your slick entrance, spreading precum into the mess. He takes your thighs and guides your legs to wrap around his waist. "Don't tempt me," you whisper, "because I won't let you back out." He can't help but shudder with part fear, part arousal at the threat, knowing that you're serious.

"Your body is a temple," he murmurs as his tip prods your hole, already starting to slip in with ease, "a temple of worship, worship of you," his chest heaves as he pushes himself inside, the squelching sound that accompanies his entrance making the warmth in his lower stomach churn quicker, "my lover, my mistress, my goddess," he sheathes himself inside your warm heat to the hilt, and he lets out a strangled groan, "in which I'll leave a gift, just for you."

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[snail-day]

hi hi hi snail!!!!

i have a big question for you sorry if you've already answer it!!

how do you think, out of yandere man, who would infantilise the reader the most and in which ways?

idk i just had a really weird random thought that some of them could be really dramatic during your period, insisting that you need special care like massages/stretches and etc with which they will of course help cause they believe you are too silly to know such things and cant be trusted to do them properly on your own (we all know where it ends tbh...)

thank you in advance with each of your post i fall in love more and more with your blog (and platonically with you (with your consent))🌹

❄️

mwah mwah mwah

Love you ❄️ anon!!! Apologies if this is bad. 😔 im a bit blind right now but this invaded my thoughts more than I'd like to admit.

TW: Infantilization, slight smut, period care (in his way), Humiliation, Yandere behaviors.

This is so Nanami coded but!! He doesn’t infantilize you by calling you baby names or dressing you in frills (though he does sometimes pat your head a little too often, acting like you’re a particularly slow student who finally got the answer right). He does it by removing your choices (isnt that so sweet?), and making it feel like he’s doing you a favor.

It starts with your period, sure. You're tired. He gets it. So let him handle dinner tonight. Let him draw the bath, pick your clothes, rub the cramps out of your belly with slow, circular movements while chastising you about how you always try to push yourself too hard.

Nanami doesn’t trust really most menstrual products. He’s read too many clinical papers, knows exactly how common TSS is and how poorly most products are regulated. He doesn't like the idea of anything being inserted unless it's medically necessary, or unless he’s the one putting it there. (You always get so squeamish when he tries to put the tampons in)

Tampons? Too invasive for yourself to do and you won't let him do it. Claiming its gross. So what if he's licking his fingers afterwards. Its you. Menstrual cups? Never, too foreign. Pads? Uncomfortable, messy. Sometimes they're bleached. What if you get a UTI? No. It’s all too much risk.

So, he handles it.

He doesn’t forbid you from using them. Not exactly.

He just starts leaving alternatives on your side of the bed. Softer, organic pads folded neatly in a linen pouch. Washable, reusable, gentler for your skin. No dyes. No fragrances. “Better for your pH,” he murmurs softly. “Less risk.”

He always says it so calmly. So kindly. And it’s hard to argue when he’s already drawing your bath, one hand stirring the water to check the heat while the other rests briefly on your waist, keeping his silly girl beside him. You don’t even notice how often you stop making your own decisions.

He insists on helping with cleanup. Always has. Not in a humiliating way, at least not in his eyes. Gentle touches. No fanfare. Just his hands and his voice and the faint scent of sandalwood as he kneels between your legs, work sleeves rolled up.

“Looks like you bled yourself again,” he says softly, more observation than complaint. “No, baby, they don’t make heavier ones (they do). Just let me take care of you, okay?”

His breath brushes against your damp ruined panties, and your thighs tense without meaning to. You can almost see the need in his eyes at the bloody mess you made.

“Sit back,” he murmurs. “I’ve got it. You just look pretty for me.”

His thumbs hook the sides of your panties, sliding them down with ease, his fingers grazing your skin with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. He steadies you with palms braced gently on your hips, firm enough to say stay still. His eyes flick up to your face, reading every microexpression as his hands return to the mess between your thighs.

But it’s never just that. You know that now.

Because the moment your breathing changes, the second your thighs twitch or your voice falters, he notices. Doesn’t stop.

“Sensitive today, aren’t we?” he hums, wiping you clean with slow, gentle movements. Not cruel. Not teasing. Just... aware. Like he’s logging each reaction, committing it to memory. His fingers linger, just slightly. Press a little firmer. Trace lower until you're bucking into his palm.

“You’d rush this,” he says gently, brushing along your skin with the cool damp towel. "It's why I need to take care of you"

He shifts to sit more comfortably, one hand stroking along your inner thigh while the other continues cleaning you, soft cloth passing over your folds, too tender to be neutral. Then he sets it aside.

“Are your cramps bad?” he asks, thumb beginning to draw slow, soothing circles over your clit. The tone is so sincere it makes your stomach twist. Like he really wants to know. Like he’s trying to ease them for you, and not get you wet.

But the pressure deepens. His thumb shifts lower, brushing against your slick entrance. His breathing stays calm, even as yours slips into something needy and short. When your hips buck, reflex, nothing more, he catches them with one large hand and holds you still.

“Oh?” he murmurs, low and thoughtful. “Is this helping... or am I making it worse?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He’s already kissing your belly, then your hipbone. His mouth brushes the plush curve of your inner thigh, reverent and hungry all at once. His other hand strokes your skin, thumb ghosting over the softest part of you like he’s trying to memorize the way it twitches.

“You’re not in the right state of mind to take care of this properly,” he says at last. And his voice is so calm, even now. Even with his face buried so close, his breath making you burn.

“Not when you’re like this,” he adds, lips brushing your skin.

Slow, precise strokes of his fingers dipping inside, testing what makes you gasp, what makes your walls flutter, how you pulse around nothing. He’ll edge you with just enough skill to make your belly tense up, to dull the pain into something soft, flushed, wet. Then he’ll ease off.

“This is what you need,” he says, curling his fingers inside you as you pant out needy whines, hips twitching. “Not pills. Not pads. Not anything foreign inside you.”

And then he pushes in deeper. One finger. Two fingers. Three if he feels like you're ready.

Slow, deep. Curling gently inside. Then maybe more. His mouth. His cock. Something thicker. He’s already cleaned you. You’re already in his care. What difference does it make now?

“You poor thing,” he whispers. “You never know what’s good for you until I show you, do you?”

But then it never stops there.

He orders your groceries. He tracks your supplements. He installs a cycle app on your phone but shares it to his own device too.

And if you argue?

Nanami never raises his voice. He doesn’t fight. He just tilts his head and asks, “Why would you want to take unnecessary risks?” Or worse, he’ll go quiet, disappointed. A quiet so heavy it makes your chest ache. Makes you feel guilty. So how could you not give in?

Because you know he’s not doing this to be cruel. You know he’s doing this because he loves you. Because he doesn’t trust you to care for yourself, not because you’re weak, but because you don’t value yourself as much as he does.

He’ll pick you up early from work without warning. You say, “You didn’t have to,” and he kisses your cheek and answers, “But I did.”

He’ll reorganize your closet to make sure only comfortable things remain. “You looked so uncomfortable in that skirt. I got rid of it.”

He going to control your world without ever admitting it’s control. It’s just what you need right now. Just until you’re better. Just until you can be trusted not to neglect your own well-being. At least thats what he keeps telling you.

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 27

(Neige is a Mourning Dove Harpy, and often sings with other Mourning Doves in the early mornings, calling with them and cooing as he flies around Sage Island. Neige is a stress plucker, so he will occasionally have bald-spots on his neck where he had picked and plucked his own feathers. He usually tosses his feathers after molts, but has since been collecting and saving his feathers so he can use them to make something for the Human with them)

Warnings; ovulation, explanation of ovulation and menstrual cycles, less than behaved students, protective Platonic Yanderes, several yanderes, competing yanderes, more fluff, comfort chapter, selkie, hellcat, sphinx, harpies, minotaur, shadow-man, drider, plant Nymph, Nemean Lion, Gnoll, Werewolf, Shinigami, Unicorn, Kelpie, Water Nymph, Satyr, Fawn, merfolk, Cecaelia, Genie, Naga, Dragon, Vampire Bat,

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Things had settled down considerably when Malleus and the other students- those that came with Crowley and Diasomnia- left. The tension that had been in the air lulled and quickly faded away along with the icy cold. Thankfully, you had managed to keep Malleus calm and bring him back to reason without incident and you knew Crowley and the other professors were glad too.

You sighed, sitting back on one of the many couches with Grim as Divus was quite content to join you, looking as worn and stressed as you felt. Even Trein seemed to be counting himself lucky that Malleus was convinced to leave without incident. It vaguely interested you to see the professors in such a domestic setting as the all seemed much more approachable now that they were the ones guarding you. Part of you felt relieved to get a break from the intensity of the other students.

"Tea?"

You looked up somewhat startled to a cup of tea being held out to you. Out of politeness, you accepted the cup while Trein joined you on your other side, lounging on the long couch with a sigh.

"I had a few questions for you, if I may?"

"Of course Professor."

"Please, Trein or Mozus would suffice, (Y/n). No need for formalities in your own home."

"Force of habit, Sir."

"How often is your cycle? It would behoove us to plan in advance so your schedule can be addressed and so we are made aware ahead of time."

You sipped the tea to give yourself a moment to collect your thoughts, figuring one of the professors would ask eventually. At least they seemed far less influenced by your scent and by your ovulation, so they seemed safe enough to let your guard down around them. The tea was a nice herbal blend that was gentle and soothing in your throat.

"Monthly. The bleeding period marks an end of the cycle to begin anew. Ovulation is at the height of the cycle, meaning more fertile, not more interested in finding a mate."

"Mating isn't required for ovulation?"

"No. But there is a set timer on my fertility as a result. Every month marks another sex cell- we call these cells eggs- lost and most Humans have a set number of eggs. I still have years left on my timer, but it does continue to march on. When I am out of eggs, the cycle stops and I am considered to no longer be fertile."

"How long does the actual ovulation period last?"

"The height of it is only 12-24 hours. But the hormonal imbalance leading up to and after take a few days."

Trein nodded, sipping his own tea as he hummed watching the drink pensively. You watched Crowley walk over to the angled couch next to the one you were on, curling his legs under him like a great big bird perching. His talons ended in wickedly sharp points, and you vaguely realized he must have removed his shoes before settling. Divus spoke up next, his voice a relaxed drawl.

"So for at least a day everyone on campus will be attempting to burst the doors down. Lucky for us today and tomorrow are free of classes. I trust you've been keeping up with your homework?"

"As best I can. It has been a hectic first month. Goodness knows I've been attacked so many times it feels like years have passed."

Divus frowned at this, watching you for a long moment before he spun his red riding crop between his gloved fingers. A sudden glow came from the gem on it and you found your clothes had changed to comfortable lounge-wear in reds, blacks, and whites. While you examined your new clothes a sudden weight fell on your shoulders and you realized he had placed his fur over you. This must have been an act of extreme trust or protectiveness as even Crowley looked surprised with Divus' behavior.

The lovely professor patted the top of your head gently as he settled back down, almost insisting you stay put where you had settled. Trein seemed to be of a mind with Divus as the couch changed shape to a much more comfortable and plush piece of furniture, the large screen on the far wall adjacent flicked to life. As you got comfortable in the large and warm fur coat, you heard footsteps and turned to see Coach Vargas and Sam approaching with their arms full of snacks.

Grim purred excitedly and snuggled into your lap as a movies began to play, the professors all settling down around you.

~•§•~

"Can you believe this, Rook? Telling us- her sworn guards- that we can't be present to protect her during such a delicate time!"

The Harpy was ranting angrily to the Drider that accompanied him, Epel keeping pace next to the large Drider as they followed the Peacock. Naturally, Vil was furious he wasn't allowed to even accompany the others in confronting Malleus. He deserved the right to be there after saving those Royal Sword Academy fools that had let themselves be stabbed in the back by that prince. Instead, Azul and his two goons were selected to go.

He was so angry he could scream!

"I don't believe we have actually sworn to anything, Roi du Poison, merely agreed to accept duties should they fall upon us. Non, it would not be fair to claim we are sworn knights, but perhaps Mademoiselle Trickster would look upon us favorably if we did swear ourselves to her protection."

"We will have to do that when the duty to guard her falls upon Pomefiore. Which means you at least have a few days to shape up, Epel!"

The plant Nymph jumped at suddenly being called out, nodding quickly to the temperamental Harpy ahead of him. Epel had been busy thinking about the Human in question, remembering how soft her hands were holding his and the way she stood up for him so passionately. He wanted to protect her from everyone else and prove he can take on the protector role for her, so her soft hands never have to harden with work.

"O-of course, Housewarden Vil!"

"Don't think I've forgotten how you kept slipping back into your accent during the photoshoot despite my warnings."

"Right... Sorry, Housewarden Vil, I will work harder."

"As you should. We all need to be at peak when we finally have the right to guard her."

Rook and Epel both nodded, quickly agreeing with the proud Harpy.

"Yes, Vil!"

~•§•~

"To think, no one was selected this week! I thought we already proved we were trustworthy to guard that Mousey!"

Leona snarled and paced atop his sun-warmed rocks where he usually lounged in Savanaclaw, clearly in a bad mood. He was growling and his tail lashed behind him as he walked, not only angry at being cheated out of a day so that ridiculous Malleus could stop his bitch-fit, but furious he was not trusted at this crucial time. Nevermind the fact that the same dorm is not likely to be selected twice in a row, Leona was angry and felt cheated.

"I'm just sayin', Leona, maybe it's a good thing she's stuck with the teachers."

"And how," Leona roared, "is this possibly a good thing!?"

"Because no one else can get to her either, right?"

"..."

"If they're keeping us away, they're keeping everyone away."

"Ruggie, for once you actually seem to have a brain rattling around in that skull of yours."

The Gnoll huffed at the obvious insult, planning to steal all of the cash Leona had in his wallet as revenge. Jack was sitting nearby, unsure what was his rank now that Savanaclaw was no longer guarding the precious Human. It seemed like Leona wasn't keen to run him off, in any case.

"Isn't this a good thing for her too? I mean, yesterday was rough on her with the Overblot and the attack. I think she deserves some time away from it all."

"Oh? And you think the professors aren't just going to stress her out more?"

"No," Jack shook his head, his fur bouncing with his movements, "you saw how mad professor Divus got when you made her skip his class. And Trein is always praising her any time she answers a question in class. I think the professors all see her as their pup and are going to act like she is their pup. Even Headmage Crowley calls her his little chick."

"Annoying as you are, you have a point, Puppers. Nothing to do about it now."

Leona sighed and flopped down almost dramatically on the warm rocks, the tension in the dorm falling as the Lion returned to lounging. Of course, everyone was still keen to know who was declared winner after the interruption during the Spelldrive. Most of the Pride figured they would win, not even aware Malleus had been holding back during their game.

~•§•~

"Do you think we should tell Papa Hades?"

"Tell him what?"

"That she is in the middle of her cycle!"

"I mean, maybe, but Headmage Crowley said he has it under control."

"Come on, Idi-nii!"

Ortho whined loudly, making Idia look over at him from the game he had been playing with his online buddies, trying to set up a game with the more absent than usual MuscleRed. Idia figured everyone was just gonna let the professors handle it, no need for him to step in. Even if there was a problem- which there wasn't- he still had cameras all over that building and would be the first to know of any issues.

"What??"

"Aren't you the least bit worried about her?"

"She has the entire staff of NRC as her DPS, Tanks, and Healers, what would I be worried for?"

Ortho sighed, seeming to visibly deflate as his breath fogged up his mask. Idia was right, of course, but Ortho was still worried. He liked playing games with (Y/n) as well as talking with her about everything he could think of. It was only natural the young Shinigami was worried.

"Look, Ortho, we can video call her later if she feels up for it, okay?"

"Okay..."

~•§•~

"To think, those-! Those-! Those hooligans know (Y/n) is in the middle of her cycle and completely exposed to their vile thoughts!"

"Riddle," Trey tried to soothe the upset Unicorn who was prancing and pacing and tossing his head back and forth angrily, "I'm sure the professors have it well in hand."

"Do they, Trey? Do they? Absolute hogwash!"

"You saw Malleus return to Diasomnia, and there was no black sky or rolling storm so he left peacefully. Everyone else who could pose an issue couldn't possibly stand against all of the staff together."

Riddle stopped his trotting and pawed at the ground in frustration, ripping up a bit of the grass sod under his hooves. Even his tail was curling and flicking as he took back up his worried trotting pace. Riddle was working himself into a meltdown and even Trey wasn't doing much to help soothe the distressed Unicorn, though not for a lack of trying.

"-and if someone gets by them, what then? No matter what happens someone-"

Riddle was babbling at this point, occasionally kicking one leg back as he walked and stomped angrily. He was obviously no longer listening to any of the four who stood trying to calm him, muttering axiously and snorting every few steps. No matter what Trey said there was clearly no snapping Riddle out of his current mindset.

Cater had retired to lay along Trey's back, lazily looking at his phone as he checked the ever increasing follower count on (Y/n)'s magicam account. Cater was glad that the staff thought of adding himself, Vil, and Rook as page admins so the soft Human would be kept away from the thirsty messages sent by countless monster accounts. At least he could delete these messages and send the tame ones through for her to read.

"THE TREES!"

"The... Trees?"

"Yes, the trees outside of Ramshackle! How did I miss it? They're easily a way someone could get in and hurt dear (Y/n)! We must warn the Headmage at once!"

Riddle reared up, whinnying loudly as he took off towards the mirror, Trey tiredly following after with Cater tagging along on the ride. This left Ace and Deuce looking at one another before shrugging. They wanted to see (Y/n), sure, but they also knew better than to bother the teachers or her many guards. Maybe they would text and check in on her.

~•§•~

Azul sighed as he and the twins returned to the Mostro Lounge, feeling surprisingly worn even though they weren't the ones facing off with the Dragon. Even being around with that tantalizing scent in the air was all too tempting an offer to their senses despite the beast that stood guarding the soft Human. All three had a taste of those pheremones and felt their own bodies cry out in response, longing for a taste or just to submerge themselves in the alluring scent that taunted them.

"Ne, Azul, d'ya think we're gonna get to guard Shrimpy soon?"

"I certainly don't see why not. Erikír's betrayal and Overblot certainly put us in good standing with her given we were who she sought out in times of strife. Leona was allowed to guard her after he proved himself, I don't see why the same won't be true for us."

"She sure smelled good though. Just wanna take a big bite and squeeze till she pops!"

Azul frowned at the swaying Eel that giggled to himself, biting playfully at the empty air in front of him. He had been in a considerably good mood following the brief encounter with (Y/n) and had not stopped talking about her. Similarly, Jade seemed to be lost in his own world, standing off to the side with his mouth open and his eyes closed.

Azul could tell immediately that both twins were affected by (Y/n)'s alluring scent and longed to return to the soft Human for another dose of that scent. Not like Azul was any better. He could feel the way he longed to reach out and grab her, holding her close to his chest while he nuzzled her neck. The things he would do if he were only allowed.

~•§•~

"Hey, Jamil, what d'you think made the wish work when (Y/n) made it?"

"Hm?"

"The wish. What do you think made it work?"

"I don't know, but don't you dare make another one or you might just wind up killing her on accident."

"But what if it means something?"

Jamil sighed as he tidied up his nest of pillows, Kalim's beautiful golden lamp shining in the center. The Genie was lounging next to his lamp, toying with the gem-topped lid and smiling absently. It had been on his mind ever since it happened last week and he wondered if it had something to do with the Human.

"I doubt it means anything. You can't grant another wish for her, that's final."

"But why? I'm sure it will be fine-!"

"Kalim! You kill anyone who makes a wish. Anyone. No matter how well intentioned you are, you kill them. Consider yourself lucky it didn't kill her. Not even being a member of the Al-Asim family would be able to save you from Malleus if you killed her. You are so lucky it didn't turn out differently. Don't tempt fate."

~•§•~

"Malleus?"

Lilia asked gently, approaching the sullen prince who sat looking out over the Diasomnia domain. Though he had agreed to leave at the behest of (Y/n), he still wanted to fly straight back and make that soft Human he adored accept him as her mate. His instincts roared and rattled in its gilded jail to be set free so that he may take what is rightfully his.

Malleus didn't even hear the other Fae approaching as he glowered and stared outwards. He wanted his mate and he didn't want to have to keep his distance, but those words kept repeating in his head and tormenting his every moment. The Dragon didn't know his beloved (Y/n) could ever look so angry like she did in that moment.

'I don't think I want to be part of your Hoard.'

Ice slowly crept up under him as those words repeated in his head and he clutched his chest in pain. Lilia took notice as well and quickly stepped in to soothe the Dragon. Though he wished she had done it differently and without threat, Lilia had to admit that (Y/n) handled Malleus expertly and he had no doubt she would fare just as well as his bonded mate.

"Malleus, I'm going to guess you keep hearing her threatening to leave the Hoard? She told you she wanted to stay so long as you could respect her space during her cycle. She still wants to be in the Hoard, she's just under a lot of stress right now."

"... It hurts, Lilia. I didn't think it would hurt so much."

"Love can hurt. Especially when you already love someone so much you just want to hold them close, but they aren't to that point yet. (Y/n) Isn't to that point yet, but she will be."

"What if she denies me? If she turns me away when I finally bare my heart to her?"

"She won't."

Malleus slumped into his arms, hiding his face as he fell to his knees at the window, his heart seizing in pain at the thought of what could happen. He didn't want to face the loneliness of his existence for much longer. It was a painfully lonely existence, the life of a Dragon, but now there was a light in his darkness, stars in his inky sky, the moon shining upon his face in the endless night.

The stars never seemed quite as bright without his darling love close by. The air was never as sweet. The whining of the wind was not as musical. Even his own nest felt so very empty and lonesome.

Lilia rest a hand on the Dragon's shoulder, laying one wing across his back to soothe him. It wasn't the embrace Malleus was craving, but he still took comfort from his friend, Hoard member, and caretaker. All the Bat could really do was be there for the Dragon while they waited.

~•§•~

You were cozy and extremely comfortable in what was now a cocoon comprised of Divus' fur, blankets, snuggly stuffed animals Trein insisted you take, and one happy boy Grim.

Sam was busy making a delicious smelling gumbo in the kitchen while you hummed along happily to the jaunty tune of the movie you were watching. It was catchy and bouncy in all the right ways that had you practically wiggling in your cocoon like a happy silk moth larva. The five men had been quite happy to show you all of their favorite timeless classics and you had to admit the beasts certainly knew how to swing.

For what felt like the first time in a very long time, you were able to just exist and enjoy what you were doing. There was no worry of gently navigating around the beasts feelings or the constant arms race they all seemed to be in for your affections. You could just vibe and snack to your heart's content, feeling so very protected in the large cuddle fortress you had made out of the couch.

Trein had even brought over Lucius who cuddled up to Grim and wrestled with the energetic kit. Even as the two napped in the growing pile of cuddle, Divus was the one to remind you to drink and move around every once in a while. Crowley had been trying to get Trein or Divus to give up their spot to no avail and pouted next to Vargas on the other couch.

If you could get more time like this, maybe things wouldn't be too bad after all.

[winchesterwild78]

Would I please be able to request a Dean x reader where they’re newly dating and she gets her period in the middle of the night while sharing a bed and leaks onto the sheets? Super embarrassed but Dean is as sweet as ever? 🙏🏻🩷 he also takes care of her when she feels like crap?

Absolutely! I hope this is what you were looking for. 🫶🏻

Chocolate and Comfort

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, menstrual cycle, embarrassment, Dean being a sweetheart

A/N: I do not own the rights to the character, but all work is my own. Don’t take it or use it. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated.

Minors DNI 18+

Two months. Just two months, but it felt like a lifetime of easy laughter, stolen kisses that lingered, and quiet moments that spoke volumes. Sleeping next to Dean felt as natural as breathing, our bodies finding a comfortable rhythm, tangled limbs a silent testament to the connection we shared. Last night was no different. We’d drifted off, the weight of his arm a comforting presence across my waist.

Waking up to his emerald eyes was becoming my favorite part of the day. This morning, they held that familiar spark of affection, a warmth that melted away any lingering sleepiness. But as we shifted, a dark stain on the pale sheets caught my eye. My stomach dropped. My period had arrived, unannounced and messy.

“I’m so sorry, Dean,” the words rushed out, my face burning with embarrassment.

He just smiled, that crooked, heart-melting grin. “Hey,” he murmured, pulling me close for a reassuring kiss. “It’s not a big deal. Totally natural, sweetheart. A little blood doesn’t bother me.”

I headed to the bathroom, still mortified, but his easy acceptance eased the edge of my discomfort. When I returned, the bed was stripped bare. Fresh sheets, smelling faintly of laundry detergent, were neatly in place. He was already dressed, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile.

The next few days weren't so gentle. The cramps hit with a vengeance, a dull ache that radiated through my lower back. Dean, however, was a constant, comforting presence. He brought me toast and ginger ale, endless cups of tea, and a surprising amount of chocolate.

"You don't have to do this," I mumbled one afternoon, curled up on the couch with a heating pad.

He just looked at me, a determined glint in his eyes. "Yes, I do. It's my job to take care of my girl." The way he said "my girl" sent a little flutter through my heart, a warmth that chased away some of the pain. I couldn't help the soft smile that tugged at my lips.

As the week wore on, the worst of it passed. The cramps subsided, the energy slowly returned. And as I started to feel like myself again, my mind began to wander. Dean’s unwavering kindness, his quiet care, had touched me deeply. A few ideas on how to repay him started to bloom, some sweet, some definitely on the naughtier side. A slow smile spread across my face. He had no idea what was coming.

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[clotheshorsepodcast]

The most important part of slow fashion is buying less new clothing and getting maximum wear out of everything you own! And the good news is...this is something EVERYONE can do!

Yesterday at the #UNFLNetwork annual meeting, @mrpatrickduffy talked about how many of us don't know how to care for our clothing properly...and how that's kinda helping fast fashion thrive! So for the rest of the week we are going to be talking about laundry around here.

Doing laundry carefully and thoughtfully is a key part of making your clothing last longer.

LAUNDRY MATTERS! And it is highly skilled. Some of us learned it from our parents and grandparents. And others (like me) learned it from books, blogs, and...making epic laundry mistakes along the way.

There are tricks and “rules” that you don’t know until you have learned them the hard way. Learning the hard way usually means a lot of destroyed clothing and linens. In 2023, Maggie of @selfmagnitude and Traci of @pryde.hantverk spent A LOT of time recording three episodes all about laundry, stain removal, and clothing care. And we got that series of episodes started by sharing our own laundry disasters. Lots of melted lip balms and candy, pens gone awry, clothing shrunk into doll sizes, and just utter destruction of beloved items.

In the slides above, I share my biggest laundry lessons, all gleaned from menstrual cup fails, late night french fries with too much ketchup, bike accidents, and way too many liquified Burt's Bee's lip balms.

What have you learned about laundry over the years by doing things the wrong way first? Tell us in the comments!

And p.s. you can find those laundry episodes anywhere you listen to podcasts, on YouTube with captions, and at clotheshorsepodcast.com Start with episode 152!

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey, single dad to a tweenage girl here. She's reached the age where she's likely to start menstruating soon. We've had some good discussions about what to do and the various products available. But: something I keep seeing/reading is about "not being old enough to use tampons". What does that actually mean? Is it a real thing? When is "old enough"? She asked me, I didn't know and couldn't find out, so I'm asking you. (Also: where does the time go??? I swear she was taking her first steps only last year or something...)

hi anon,

thanks for asking about this! I've heard from a good number of parents here but I'm not sure if I've ever heard from a dad before, or at least not any parents who identified themselves as such. what a neat first!

I'm also seconding the flying of time; my nephew isn't quite a year old yet but every time I see him I'm shaken by how much he's changed even in a week or two since our last visit. he'll be crawling soon and I'm not ready.

now, here's the thing about tampons: if your kiddo is old enough to want to use them and confidently insert and remove by herself, then she's old enough to use them.

most of the objections to younger children using tampons stems from concerns about preserving the hymen or even outright claiming that tampons can "take" someone's virginity, both of which are bullshit. treating tampons as if they're somehow sexual is, to put it lightly, absurd, and most people who have used them would attest there's very little similarity between using a tampon and having any kind of sex.

the only other reason I can think of as a potential cause for concern would be making sure your kiddo is old enough to remember that she's wearing a tampon and needs to switch them every 8 hours. you know your kid better than me (and would likely be the one to remind her, if she needs it) so I'll leave that up to the two of you to decide together.

understandably the idea of putting something in their vagina can be scary and uncomfortable for a lot of new period-havers, in which case the issue is not your daughter's age but her personal comfort and preferences. she may want to start with pads and graduate to tampons (or other inserted collection methods, like menstrual cups) later, or maybe she'll always prefer external methods like pads or period underwear. either way, it's a matter of her personal preference.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Boyfriend

A/N: as requested by @yukizaldi. Sorry it’s kind of shit. I haven’t written in a bit and I feel like I’ve forgotten how words work. warnings: smut. **** It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that every committed boyfriend, must, sooner or later, have the period routine down. And Matty fancied himself an expert. As much of an expert as a heterosexual man who has never had a period can be, anyway. He took pride in his system. He kept track. He remembered the flowers and the chocolate. He refilled hot water bottles without being asked, kept the pain killers on hand, happily drove to the drugstore, or ice cream shop, to get tampons and sugary desserts. His strategy was always to get ahead of things before they could happen. Have everything she could possibly need within her reach, so she’d never feel the need to even ask. All that left is the cuddles and Lowe stomach rubs. That part wasn’t restricted to bad period days, though. Matty always eagerly  provided that. 

But, one thing he learned the hard way was that, even for a biological reoccurrence that took place every month for decades of a woman’s life, a  menstrual cycle can, not only be unpredictable, but make her unpredictable, too. 

“Take off your pants.” She panted, into his mouth, kissing him, and biting his lip. 

He mewled, softly, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. He didn’t get very far before  his hands were crushed by the weight of her hips rolled against his, pushing him against the wall. 

“B-baby….s-slow down.” 

“Shush, Matty. Please. No talking. Just fucking. Okay? I- I’ve been waiting for you all day.”

And how could he not be flattered that his girlfriend wants to jump his bones the very second that he walks through the door?

She got down on her knees, her hands pushing his out of the way and pulling down his waist hugging pants. 

She rubbed his clothed, half hardened cock, listening for his hissing and reveling in the slight bucking of his hips. She felt her mouth watering at the prospect of having him between her lips. 

“Gonna take you out now��”

Matty nodded, eager, cursing, hotly, under his breath. “Christ.”

Slowly, her hand wrapped around him, working him with deft flicks of her wrist, until he was stiff, ready to burst against his own stomach. 

She took him in her mouth, her tongue rubbing the underside of his tip while her hand tugged lightly on his balls. 

“FUCK!” Matty’s legs shook; his palm slammed against the wall in an attempt to steady himself, his hips reflexively. Thrusting into her mouth. “Sh-shit. Sorry…”

She didn’t seem to mind, though, her lips smiles around his cock. The sight so sinful it almost undid him right then and there. Encouraged by his moans, she moved faster, sucking him harder, to the rhythm of his flustered cries and the contracting and relaxing of the muscles in his stomach. 

“No, no, no- stop, stop.” Matty begged, frantic. “If- if you don’t stop, I’m- not gonna make it to the bedroom.” His face turned red. 

***

Matty winced, feeling her grind into his lap. Their lips crashed together, needily, as his hands felt around for the hem of her top. She let him remove her t shirt; his arm snaked around her back to unclasp her bra. The discomfort she felt when the underwire slid from underneath her breasts  sounded a warning in the back of her mind; but she promptly dismissed it, her desire for him outweighing any and all other feelings. 

Matty’s hand cupped her breast, his thumb swiping over her nipple. She jolted, her body tensing up, and not in good way. Waiting for the worst of the pain to pass, she leaned into him again, her lips finding his neck. 

Matty’s hands roamed her body, cradling her back at first, then resting at her neck, before sliding, slowly, down her sides, his fingers tracing her skin. He squeezed her hips, his body instinctively rolling into hers. She felt a wave of cramps hit her, interrupting the needy pleasure of being entangled with him and yanking her out of the moment. She moaned, in a way that sounded closer to pain than pleasure, giving Matty a brief moment of pause. His eyes reluctantly pulled open, watching her searchingly. When she showed no signs of slowly down, he dismissed his doubts, giving himself back to her, his hands reaching for her again, cupping her breasts, squeezing them slightly. his thumb pinch her right nipple. 

She winced loudly. “Ow no- ouch!”

“Sorry- fuck- was that not…”

“No, no. It’s fine.”  She looked down at her breasts. 

“Okay, I’m no mind reader but it was decidedly not fine. It did not sound like the ‘ouch’ of a fine person. Sounded like the ‘ouch’ of someone in pain.”

Her hands cupped his face, attempting to pull him in seductively. Another wave of cramps hit her, and despite her best attempt to stay calm, he could see it in the way that she squeezed her eyes. 

“Baby, no- hang on a minute- no.” As much as he loved being kissed by her, he wouldn’t budge. 

She groaned. Mumbling something under her breath and laying her head on him. 

unexpectedly, he felt a strange dampness against his chest. His brows furrowed, looking down, “babe?”

The sob she’d been holding escaped her lips. She burst into tears. 

“Oh my- fuck! What’s happened? Are you alright?” Matty panicked, his hand tilting her face up to meet her eyes. “What is it? What’s going on?”

“No-nothing.” She sniffled, rolling her eyes. Both at his concern, and her own dramatic tears. “I’m just- I ….want…” she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. “I’m so fuckin horny. I want to cum so bad.”

“So- you’re crying?”

“No, genius!” She hit his forehead against his chest as if against a walll. “I wanna fuck you so bad but also- I feel so - my tits are so sore. And….I feel so gross and bloated. I’m tired. My legs- feel like I’ve run a marathon. And then a 10K. And then walked up a mountain. But I’m just….so- “

“Horny?”

“So. Fuckin. Horny.” She whined. 

As if her words had flipped a switch within him, Matty’s entire demeanor shifted, wasting no time in providing her with comfort. His hands rubbed her lower stomach as she rambled on about the various, sometimes conflicting, symptoms of periods, expressing in graphic detail all the things that she wished she could do to him if it weren’t for the alarm levels of exhaustion that she’d been plagued with. Matty did his best to be a listener. But he was never good at hiding his amusement, letting his giggling get away from him occasionally. 

“I’m sorry, darling.” He whispered in her ear. “Wish you’d said something sooner.” 

“I don’t- I don’t want the cutesy stuff.” She stated defensively. 

“What?”

“I- know what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna try to make me feel better and feed me chocolate and watch a romcom and get me a hot water bottle….i don’t want that.”

Matty frown. “Hey! I thought you liked when I did that!”

“I did- I do….sometimes. Just- not right now.”

“Right.” He nodded. “Well, what- what do you need right now?”

“Need to cum.”

“I can-“

“But I don’t feel sexy.”

Matty scratched his head. “May I ask….what- how do you feel?”

“Sweaty and huge and like my feelings are half my body weight and also hungry.”

He giggled, taking her in his arms and kissing her. “Very well. I can work with that. I think.”

****

Matty emerged out of their master bathroom, smelling, nauseatingly of a strong mix of essential oils, like the local Lush store had exploded on him. 

“Warm bubble bath should be ready any minute, m’lady.”

She rolled her eyes, hiding her blushing face. “M’lady? Really?”

“Can I get you anything to drink? Something to take into the bath with you perhaps?”

She shook her head. 

“Very well then.” He glanced at his wristwatch. “That give us about…well, I’ll have to do my best work, but I’m up for a challenge.” He grinned at her suggestively. 

“What-“ before the realization dawned on her, he’d picked her up in his arms, tossing her playful back onto the bed. “We’re gonna need a towel for this. Spread your legs for me.” 

[iamlostonthepathoflife]

propaganda i fell (and am still falling) for:

a rogue collection of things that have improved my life / big sister advice (?) that i cannot pass on because my brothers are smelly boys who won't LISTEN

satin pillowcases. (ALSO bringing my own pillowcase with me when i sleep over at friends n stuff ? i get acne if i breathe the wrong way, ik this is so extra™️ but SO WORTH IT ??? ) also extra pillowcases means you can change it every few days, such a win

buying books secondhand and giving them away: listen, in a different lifetime i have a whole home library to myself and super nice editions of everything, alas, i live abroad in a 4-person house share. The room is tiny, i need space to breathe. Found out that giving away books is sooo easy when i've thrifted them (also the process is so fun ??) so i bullied my friends into a book club of sorts, aka, whevener i go home i bring them a few books each which means i get to unhaul all the ones i've read AND it's emotionally easier bc ik the book is going to a new loving home AND then when they read it we can discuss the book togetherrrr. Also found that now when i'm thrifting books the selection process is influenced by 'which one of my friends would read this' which means i've gotten out of my reading comfort zone a lot more. Also nice to spend less / reduce my carbon footprint and support charities in the process. If i see a new book in a bookshop i tend to take a pic of it and add it to a digital tbr (more below).

keeping track of the books i've read (digitally): I use notion bc there was a handy template that allows you to turn this into a timeline but basically, i store my 'wanna read/tbr' on there. Super helpful to keep track of what i want to read / own (i usually just look at my bookshelf but i mean the books i still have back home) and have read across a specific time period. I use literally 3/4 tags (classics, modern fiction, non fiction, etc) n i don't write reviews bc ceebs (but i could!). I have a theoretical library everywhere with me!

calvin klein underwear. Let me tell you something LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. This predates the Mingyu obsession. I bought a pair of their tanga/g string in highschool (2015) and they only got a hole in them this week in the year of our lord 2025. As a strong VPL (Visible Panty Line) hater i'd highly recommend.

l'occitane sweet almond shower oil. (AGAIN, I'VE LOVED THIS SINCE WAY BEFORE THE MINGYU CAMPAIGN I SWEAR. I'm fr*nch you guys). Never bought it for me, would gift it to my mom for her bday and christmas (anything from that range, really). Ofc my friends saw me salivating at the Mingyu campaign and bought me a bottle for my bday ?? i've been rationing this bc it's spennyyyy but i love itttt).

spf50+: wear some every single day. used to hate sunscreen (again, acne prone) until i figured out double cleansing was needed to remove it AND i found some actual nice ones (european sunscreens sucked ass until v recently, been mostly using korean sunscreens and honestly >>>)

avoiding fragranced skincare : hate hate haaaate anything with fragrance that goes on my face. stings my eyes, irritates my skin, u know the drill.

using a menstrual cup: there are some downsides (can be annoying to sterilize / if you get surprised by your period and you don't have it with you it's tough) but this has CHANGED MY LIFE. Been using it for 7-8 years now and the amount of money (and plastic) i have saved by not buying tampons or pads regularly is insane, i haaaate how drying tampons are and how messy pads can be (don't get me started on the smell of oxidised blood ??). Also they hold SO. MUCH. LIQUID. Used to have to layer a pad and a heavy duty tampon to get me through the night (which was also bad regarding toxic shock syndrome), this is just too convenient.

finding a physical activity that's FUN: i spend an unhealthy amount of time dancing salsa every week. light cardio, hella steps, fun stuff, i feel like i'm learning something, the people are great. This has expanded my comfort zone sooo much. Obviously can't be my only form of exercise bc it's not really building muscle but it! still!counts! Also, great to trick my brain into doing other forms of exercise. Running ? Eh. Running so i can improve my dancing stamina ? YEA. Going to the gym ? oof. Lifting weights so i can prevent injuries and perform better ? HELL YEA. Cannot recommend dancing/ social dancing enough - especially as a tall person. Cannot express how much control i feel like i've gained over my body / i have better posture. Obvi i still feel hella insecure at times but it's been so helpful!

doing gel polish myself: gotta preface this by saying that a) DO YOUR RESEARCH bc trust me you do NOT want contact dermatitis b) it can be an investment. Got my nails done for about a year before i decided to buy the materials and give it a try. There is such a learning curve but i've genuinely been enjoying the process / it feels creative / sparks genuine joy every time i see my fingers (the magpie in my brain loooves the shiny stuff). Using a peel off base has been a game changer for the removal process/ to keep my nails healthier/ forces me to do them again before they look too overgrown. Will try making my own press-ons soon, i'm very excited by the design possibilities hehehe

packing cubes: i got cheap ones and even then, i cannot express how convenient they are when you have to live out of your suitcase for a month bc they keep things in order aaaaaah i hate having to refold stuff, they just look so NEAT.

to be continued

[dyingroses]

The One Who Makes Her Kingdom Fall

So this is an accompanying peace for my Owling fic, that takes place post God Games.

Btw Tethys is Athena's paternal great aunt (so the aunt of Hera, Zeus, and the other 4 as well as sister to Rhea) and maternal grandmother.

(updated April 7th cuz fuck Zeus!)

Ares said the words they were all thinking. A fear too terrible for Hera to voice but that hung so heavy.

"Everyone out!" Zeus ordered, thunder rumbling loudly. And deadly.

Hera had to guide her sons and stepson out, while not wanting to leave herself.

"Aphrodite, make sure Ares doesn't leave until I have come back and Zeus has calmed down," Hera told her daughter-in-law/stepdaughter/niece once Ares was back in his palace.

"Of course," Aphrodite responded.

"Thank you," Hera said, taking the moment to cup Aphrodite's cheeks and give her a kiss on the head. She couldn't stop and hug the poor thing that had just watched her father brutally attack her sister. Not right now.

Hera didn't know what to do but she couldn't do nothing. And who do you go to when your lost and upset except your loving mother . . . . If you're fortunate.

Hera opened the door to her mother's house to find her in the hall with her sister. Tethys. She hadn't seen Tethys in over a thousand years. Not since Athena had arrived. And still Tethys looked at her with great concern and compassion.

"Hera?" Rhea said, cupping her daughter's face and trying to wipe her eyes. But Hera removed her mother's hands.

"It's Athena! She's hurt! You have to go now! She's in the arena! Don't let anyone know I sent you I don't want him to hurt the others but she she - go please! Go!"

"I'm going, love" Rhea replied.

Tethys came over and gave Hera a hug. Hera finally broke down in Tethys's arms.

Hera heard an exceptionally loud thunderstrike and bolted up. Moving on instinct.

"Hera!" Tethys screamed, following her dear niece, "Hera! What's going on?"

Tethys was trying to be strong for Hera but fear was running through her veins the moment she heard her granddaughter's name mentioned.

As Zeus slept he was haunted by visions of what he had done. The fear in his daughter's eyes. The pain. The sadness. He saw her lying in the Arena, still and covered in ichor. Then lying in her mother's arms still and covered in blood, a stillborn infant. With the second strike she had fallen on her side, ichor spilling out of her temple, not moving. Just like when she was four. He saw how she desperately reached up to him from where she had collapsed on the ground, and through the tears and ichor begged him for the release. At the same time he saw the four year old, bleeding and crying, reaching out from under a pile of armor, calling for her mother. What have I done to my little girl!

Zeus got up and ran to the arena only to find that Athena wasn't there. Just a puddle of ichor and some burnt feathers. No! No! She can't die! That's not possible! Please! Zeus's heart screamed. He then noticed three pairs of golden footprints around a trail of ichor leaving the scene. Zeus followed the footprints to Hera's palace and her infirmary. He ordered an attendant to tell Hermes to go release Odysseus and tell Apollo to come treat his sister.

He saw his daughter lying on a bed, soaked in ichor, exhausted yet grimacing in pain. Hera and Tethys were holding her hands and trying to whisper comforting words to her, while his mother treated her wounds.

Tethys had helped raise Zeus, she was like a second mother to him, but he hadn't seen Tethys in several millennia, not since he had eaten her daughter. And still the looked of hatred she bore upon him hurt his heart. Tethys launched herself at him. Hitting him over and over again with her fists Zeus was surprised at her strength. He caught her by the neck and was about to throw her to the ground but was soon doubled over by a throbbing pain inside of him!

"HERA!" Zeus shouted, knowing she was using her powers to inflict the pain of menstrual cramps on him. But before he could get to her Tethys blocked him.

"How dare you come here! You monster!" Tethys screamed at him, "Is it not bad enough that you took my daughter from me and kept my granddaughter from me but now you've - you've!"

Tethys couldn't continue her rant as her sobbing became uncontrollable. And there are very few sights more heart-wrenching than seeing your mother sob.

Athena began to writhe as Rhea applied an ointment to her wounds.

Zeus made toward her infirmary bed but Tethys returned to her place by her side. Blocking Zeus.

"I'm sorry, baby," Rhea crooned, "I'm sorry, it will help, I swear."

"You're being so brave, baby girl," Hera told Athena.

Athena fell still after a fit of writhing in pain. And in a state of emotional distress coupled with blood loss and the delirium of analgesics she asked, "Mommy, if he eats me, will I see you again?"

[plusyears]

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[choccyhearts]

lemme be feral and imagine vampire!eddie replacing your menstrual cup...

(obvs cw for NSFW, oral sex (afab receiving), blood kink, blood drinking, eddie loooves ur period (lil freak <3) ) porn no plot

you've been with eddie, your vampire boyfriend, for about a year. he was very patient with you, never pressuring himself on to you or making you try something you didn't want to do. he had all the time in the world.

so as you got further into your relationship and explored each other's bodies and minds, you grew more and more trusting of each other. you allowed eddie to show you things and do things to you you never could've imagined. your soul is bound to him, and he lives to show you all the pleasures the universe and him have to offer.

this means he isn't scared to get dirty. he likes it, actually. he loves sex that ends up with the both of you covered in spit and sweat and cum, and whatever other fluids he likes to play in, it warms his heart.

since the moment he met you, he craved just a taste of your blood, even just a little droplet. it's his instinct, cut the guy a little slack. anyway, he knows menstrual blood isn't quite the same as the delicious fluid flowing in your neck, but the thought still hardens his cock.

the thought of you allowing him to taste such a taboo and shameful part of you -- it drives him insane. to see you sat upon his face, his eyes gazing at you full of lust and love, he would die a happy vampire if you cut off his airways with your bloody cunt and scent and suffocated him. of course, if he could die, that is.

and so, here you are, standing next to the bed where eddie awaits giddily. he looks at you with hungry, lustful eyes while beckoning you to climb on top of him. you swallow, nervous about if eddie will change his mind.

but the way he grins from ear to ear once your pussy spreads open above his face gives you reassurance. eddie had offered to remove your tampon for you, but you wanted to do it yourself. it wasn't that you didn't trust him, but you used the time to psych yourself up. you did want to do this, but after living in a society where men, and even some women too, can openly express their disgust towards periods and everything that comes with it, of course you'rea little hesitant.

but your eddie was different -- very different -- to other men. he wasn't grossed out easily, especially when it came to you. and he loooved intimacy, the private moments the two of you shared that only you both knew about. and he loved blood so he's not gonna reject it because it happens to come out of your pussy -- if anything, that makes it even better!

and now, this same man is licking his lips seductively, big brown eyes shining up into your nervous but excited ones.

"you always take my metaphorical breath away when you're above me," he kisses the insides of your thighs. "like a sacred figure for me to worship. you belong right here, on top of me. i am your throne, amor."

if there's anything eddie knows how to do, it's how to make you crumble with just his words.

"thank you," he kisses your mound, his chin brushing against your clit. "for giving me this bountiful feast, of which i am going to destroy."

he smirks up at you, his fangs shining in the moonlight. you shiver as you slowly lower your body down. eddie holds your eye contact as he takes the first lick; a long, overdramatic flick of his pointed tongue. you shiver again, and he smirks, licking you again.

you feel some liquid drip out of you, and for a moment, you believe it's slick that's built up due to your boyfriend's teasing. but, the way eddie takes in a deep whiff from your cunt and exclaims an airy, "aahhhh!!!!", tells you right away it was blood.

"and the feast begins," eddie coos. he licks each fang before diving into your bloody cunt. he starts off licking broad strokes along your entire vulva, but soon focuses on your clit, wrapping his lips around and sucking. occasionally, he'll use his pointed tongue to circle around the little pearl of your clit making you involuntary squeal, jump, and pull his hair harshly.

he carries on, letting you tug, knowing even if you ripped his hair out, he wouldn't even flinch. you could smack his face (which he encourages😃), and he'll whip his head right back into place and let you do it again with a big, fat grin on his face. why? because he is so. fucking. pussy. whipped.

also because he's a strong ass masochistic vampire.

so yeah, go ahead, buck your hips, fuck his face, trap him and squeeze him between your legs, he'll be begging for more. and especially now -- as you're grinding your clit against his beautiful nose while he fucks your messy hole with his tongue, he's cool with being tugged around and dirtied. speaking of --

the mixture of blood and slick begins to slide down the sides of his mouth, down his face, but he doesn't stop. the mixture starts to run down his chin and up his nose, but he doesn't stop. instead, he snorts up the little droplets of your juices while sucking directly from your hole, literally drinking from the source as though you're a juice box.

you whine and tremble, both utterly aroused and weirded out. at one point, you feel a blood clot drip out, and eddie doesn't even flinch, instead continuing to drink. you gasp and try to wiggle away, wanting ask if he was okay but instead eddie spanks you and says, "it doesn't seem like you're finished yet and i know i'm not, unless i am mistaken?"

"no, you just swallowed a blood clot -"

"sorry to break it to you, sweet cheeks, but your little clot is not the first i've ever swallowed," eddie says in his typical cocky tone before flashing fangs at you again. a visual for you to remember your boyfriend is a literal vampire.

your eyes widen a bit when you catch that glimpse of the bottom half of eddie's face. he looked like he either just finished a pie eating contest or eating someone... both not too far off. but genuinely, it looked like he had been beaten up. but eddie specifically asked for your heaviest day so he could get messier, so you guess it was safe to say he got what he wanted.

"now, would you like me to continue?" his tongue runs back and forth along the bottom row of his teeth while his eyes look dead set on yours, making you feel small despite you being the one on top. but that's just him -- it's in his nature to make you feel prey, and you enjoy being his little prey he gets to hunt over and over again. it always ends in him allowing you to overpower and tame him, letting him love, protect, and pleasure you. all he desires is your desires.

you nod, "please, darling. need it so bad. need you so bad."

"always," eddie sets a soft kiss against your inner thigh.

"always," you repeat.

eddie grabs your ass and uses it to position you over him the way he wants. he loops his hands over your thighs and continues to lap at your drenched cunt. you claw at the wall as he sticks his tongue inside you, pushing his face so deep into your crotch trying to get his tongue to go as far as his cock can. your eyes roll back as your lids flutter, a groan ripping from your throat.

eddie spanks your ass twice on the left cheek. he pulls back licks your clit, snaking a hand between your legs. he spits on one of his fingers before slowly teasing your hole. he slips it in easily and moves it, following the speed of his tongue.

you whine and grip his hair again.

"would you like more, pet?"

"mhmm."

"sorry? i do not speak slut."

"eddie, darling, you're covered in my period blood. you are literally a bloody whore."

"you're god damn right, baby!"

he continues licking, slipping in a second finger. his heart warms each time his hand brushes against the soft skin of your inner thigh. it's a silly, boyish thing to notice considering the situation, but he still takes the time to admire your body and feel thankful to be allowed to be with you in such a way.

after what feels like an eternity, you slowly lose steam, feeling too overstimulated to keep going after four orgasms. you softly tug his hair and sluggishly drape your body over his head.

"eddie...can't," is all you manage.

eddie hums in response and slowly pulls you off of him. he lets his hands drag against your skin up to your face, relishing in how blissed out you are. his eyes shine with happiness and pride, glad to have made you feel so good, especially after you were so worried.

"oh, my pet, you were perfect as always. for allowing me to drink such delicious and sweet nectar from you, i would like to keep worshiping your body if it won't disturb you?"

you lay on your tummy, arms tucked to your side, head facing eddie next to you. you feel the drunken smile on your face and warmth on your cheeks, eyes closed, and your heart swells as you process that your lover wants to please you even more.

"that would be nice..." you breathe out.

he grins and lies next to you, molding his naked body against yours. if there's anything eddie loves, it's skin to skin contact. he loves it because it's one of the few things that makes him feel like he's alive. you've slowly gotten used to how cold he is and have come to enjoy it, especially after energy draining sex sessions like right now.

his right hand wanders your skin as he kisses the expanse of your back. he touches you like you were a sculpture, capable of breaking easily. he hums as he loves you, so content he thinks his heart will kick back up.

"i'm going to die if i ever lose you," eddie whispers against your skin.

"so will i," you respond.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Tw: reader is gender neutral here but there will be scenario where reader has afab anatomy

Whenever you hug Yves, he will smoothen your clothes after, adjusting it so you're well kept.

He will be the first to notice a faint wrinkle on your shirt, or if the hem of your clothes are a bit higher up on your body than usual, or when there's a speck of dirt on you, or when your hat is a bit lopsided.

Yves wouldn't bring your attention to it, though. He would be asking you about your day while he fixes them for you. Only if you manage to put a very egregious stain on your top or pants (Ie., spilling a whole cup of black coffee onto yourself), will he start to react- but it depends on your personality.

If he knows you're already feeling terribly ashamed about it, and you're coming to him for help, Yves would be sympathetic and assured that it's alright. He will swiftly give you a new change of clothes that he somehow managed to fit into his impossibly spacious handbag. He wouldn't scold you for being careless nor will he comment negatively about it. He would simply console you with a hug and a kiss, before letting you go to face the world, with him right behind you.

If you're someone who loves to be mothered, then, he will gladly nag your ear off, gently and lovingly admonishing you to be careful in the future as he works hard to fix the situation. Yves would speak in such a way that only makes you feel completely cared for, he wouldn't make you feel bad for "inconveniencing" him. If anything, he's upset that you're inconveniencing yourself!

He wouldn't hand you a fresh change in this instance, seeing that you're quite proud of your blunder.

If given the chance, Yves would love to pick your daily outfit for you! Everything would be suited to your style and comfort, you will have a newly washed set every day; you wouldn't have to think about how you're going to appear to others, Yves had you covered.

If you don't pay enough attention or barely have a backbone, you will find yourself being dressed by Yves each morning. Especially when you're already living with him, all you have to do is raise your arms up and he will remove your pyjamas for you. He buttons up your blouse effortlessly and quickly. Insert one leg into your pants at a time as he kneels and holds it out for you.

If you never said no to him, he would be putting your socks on for you and slipping your shoes on your feet. He already ties your shoelaces for you whenever it's undone ever since you and him got close; Yves would have you distracted by making you talk or otherwise, as he crouches down to secure your shoes. This is to ensure that you never questioned his habits of babying you.

Whenever you're about to brush your teeth, he would fold your sleeves up for you, so that you wouldn't get them wet. Likewise if you're about to eat or do anything that involves the wrist. It's automatic, he would do it for you even though he fully knows you're capable of doing it yourself.

You wouldn't realize how dependent you are on Yves until you got your sleeves wet because he wasn't around and you had forgotten to roll them up. You wouldn't know how to fix your neck tie, or even make an appropriate knot. You keep tripping over your loose shoelaces, you wear mismatched socks that are inside out and your fly is constantly unzipped because Yves would be the one who zips it without you realizing.

Hell, you probably wouldn't even know where to find fresh sets of clothes since Yves handles everything.

If you don't keep yourself in check, you would find yourself unkempt, disastrous and overwhelmed whenever Yves isn't around you. Because you had forgotten how to be independent. Be sure to remind yourself regularly that you are capable of doing many things on your own. You should be doing many things on your own.

Especially if you have a uterus; if you let it fester, Yves would be applying your menstrual pads on your underwear, removing and disposing of your used sanitary products for you. He would even skillfully insert your tampons if you let him, you wouldn't understand how he could do it so quickly, painlessly and unnoticeably. Whenever you do it yourself, it's a long, uncomfortable and messy process.

He shows that he cares and loves you in ways like these that could very easily get out of hand. Where you would feel like he has robbed you of your autonomy and agency. That is why, you will have to say no to him at points.

But please do so gently yet firmly, as most of the time, he wasn't intentionally trying to treat you as if you're paralyzed from the neck down. It was mostly instinctive and reflexive; he wouldn't ask or hesitate, he just does it. Which frequently leads to you becoming so confused to the point of speechlessness.

Yves would earnestly apologize if he overstepped some boundaries, keeping in mind to refrain from doing such things again. Though, the disappointment in his eyes is undeniable whenever you have to stop him from coddling you to a catastrophic degree.

[ashe-smash]

cw: implied gochi x reader, (afab) reader who menstruates, period sex, no mention of birth control or protection, tiny mention of breeding kink kinda ?

A/N: Idk what this is, it’s just been sitting in my drafts for ages and I need it to not be rotting there anymore. It’s not unedited but it’s been sitting around for a while so there may be overlooked mistakes.

Thinking about how Saiyans probably aren’t phased by a little blood during sex when it’s your time of the month.

Specifically thinking about Goku.

You’re curled up in bed waiting for the pain reliever to kick in. Goku comes in, particularly riled up about something- probably coming off the heels of a training session or fight.

Goku’s libido is just as insatiable as his appetite. He’s got all this energy buzzing around inside him and this opportunity is far too perfect to resist to expel it. “Chi said you weren’t feeling well.” He says as he slips into the bed with you.

“Cramps.” You whine. You should protest about him being sweaty but he's all warm as he snuggles up to you. You really can’t bring yourself to complain about it but in your lethargic state, you really can’t bring yourself too.

You’d change the sheets and take a shower after a nap.

His hands are big and warm and feel nice when he kneads your hips and tummy. But you do whine a little when he starts getting a little handsier. Goku wasn’t exactly what you’d call subtle, especially in situations like this.

“We can’t- I’m on my period.“ You squirm, but wriggling out of his hold is a lost cause. Honestly if you weren’t as hazy, you’d have realized he probably already knew that- saiyans have a very sharp sense of smell.

“And?” Goku presses the heel of his palm into your soft stomach.

That makes you pause. Goku isn’t an idiot, but sometimes- unless it involves fighting, some things just slip his mind.

“M bleeding.” You remind him.

Goku shrugs around you. “You really think a little blood bothers me?” Your face wrinkles. Periods are completely normal bodily functions but they’re still… gross. His nose meets your cheek, nudging it. “It’ll make you feel better won’t it?”

You’re eventually bullied onto your front with a pillow under your hips.

(We’ll skip having to remove menstrual products, can you imagine having to explain what a diva cup is to him?)

He certainly wouldn’t mind eating you out either, you’re glad you can’t see him cause it’d be just too embarrassing. Now, I firmly believe Goku eats pussy as eagerly as he eats anything. Blood isn’t going to change that, you’ve seen him eat raw meat before.

He doesn’t stop when you cum either. It’s too much and you have to beg him to move on, not that he needs much convincing to slot himself into you.

You’re so sensitive and the slide of his cock against your walls is so much more. You just have to lay there and take it, but that’s okay because you don’t have that much energy to do so. The pressure of his weight on your hips eases the ache there.

Goku is always a little unintentionally rough. He gets overeager and forgets himself. But you can tell he’s trying to be gentle.

By the time both of you are satisfied and Goku flops down next to you so you can see him again, he looks feral. Blood is smeared on his cheeks, his hands and up his forearms. His pelvis looks like a massacre and based on the stickiness on your thighs, you’d hazard a guess that you look similar.

A cheeky grin cracks over his face before he rolls over closer to you, forcing you into a kiss. You’re tired, too tired to continue to fight him. “You’re so nasty.” You whine.

“Feel better now, sweetie?” Goku pulls your sticky sweaty body to his. He kneads at your hip and tummy best he can with one hand, the other wrapped around you to keep you close.

“Mhm… better but gross…. And tired. We need a bath and then a nap?”

He stretches a little. “Gimme a minute.” You pout at him. It’s not a matter of his stamina, he’s just being a bit lazy. Wants to have you close for a little longer, even if you’re absolutely filthy- and not in the good way. Sticky.

ChiChi would surely scold her husband for staining the bedding, even if technically it was you that caused it. She knows it was only a byproduct of her husband’s meddling, and would never blame you for it. Send you off for a hot bath while she makes him strip the bed for washing.

Goku joins you for round two of course, followed by a snack and the nap after. You won’t admit it aloud, for fear it’ll only encourage him more but you do feel better.

He’ll also tote you around cause you don’t feel good but he will try to steal off your snacks. And lay on you. And joke (you think it’s a joke, he does not) that he can help make your period go away for a while if you let him.

Extra: I think Saiyans know when you’re going to get your period. Just instinctually- they’re all about emotions and the moon and stuff ?

Divider by me (@/ashesmashe)