#period mention cw

[fymo-blogs]

MY PERIOD HAS STARTED

/vneg

[habibisagi]

JUST GOT MY PERIOD AND JUST LIKE MY CRAMPS MY POSTS WILL GET WORSE 🫶

[the-iron-orchid]

Sleep prompts - 25 for Jinana/Julian 19 for Jinana/Nadia

[Sleepy Prompts]

25: “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

One set of eyes glows briefly in reflected moonlight as Jinana returns to the bedroom - Anjali, watching from her accustomed place, curled up on the foot of Jinana's side of the vast bed. But then s/he sees a second pair of of eyes, catching the light in a faint gleam as they slide open.

"Sorry to to wake you, love," s/he murmurs. "Go back to sleep."

Instead, Julian stirs, levering himself up on one long arm. "What's wrong, darling?" he asks, his voice rusty and blurred with sleep, yet sharp with concern.

"Just the monthly trouble. I took the tincture you made, and I've got the pillow Heron made for me." Filled with wooden beads, scented with lavender, and enchanted to give off a soothing warmth, it has also (rather charmingly) been made to resemble a ladybug.

Julian lifts the blankets for hir, pulling hir into his arms as s/he gets back into the bed. S/he curls up against him, the warming pillow against hir belly, his hands massaging gently at hir lower back. "Does that help, darling?"

"Mmmmhm." The tincture is fast-acting; soon hir eyelids are heavy, and even as the motion of Julian's hands begin to slow in his own drowsiness, s/he is asleep.

--- 19: “Stop fighting it. You need sleep.”

Her long, long hair is in an untidy bun, tendrils escaping all over; there is a smudge of paint on her cheek, which is otherwise innocent of makeup. A faint redness is creeping in from the corners of her eyes, shadows forming below. She has chipped one of her manicured nails, unnoticed.

She still looks beautiful.

When the inspiration takes her, she can work far into the small hours of the night. But it is rare that Nadia gets to indulge in her hobbies for such an uninterrupted period of time; it is even more rare for another to witness such a thing.

A soft curse escapes her lips as excess solder flows into the delicate joint she is making; quickly, she wicks it away. She then sits back with a sigh, rubbing at her eyes.

"You've been at this for hours." Jinana stands behind Nadia's seated form, kneading gently with her thumbs where neck meets shoulders and the muscles are tightest. S/he knows what it's like when hyper-focused on a single task, the hours melting away like minutes, but it does have its cost. "You should rest."

"I'm so close to being done," Nadia protests.

"Yes, but it will only take longer if fatigue causes you to make mistakes."

She groans, closing her eyes and letting her head tip forward to stretch the muscles of her neck. There is a brief, telltale jerk as sleep threatens to overtake her.

"Your body is practically crying for sleep. Stop fighting it." Jinana puts a touch of firmness in hir tone, and Nadia chuckles.

"Yes, Inquisitor." Her hands come up over Jinana's own, covering them entirely. "Will you stay with me?"

S/he smiles. "I will. Julian doesn't return until tomorrow... though of course, then I get to spend my time convincing him to sleep."

Nadia tips her head back, looking up at hir with a tired smile, then brings one of Jinana's hands to her lips, pressing a kiss to the palm. "Poor Jinana. Truly, we are all a trial to you."

S/he laughs. "As if I would have it any other way."

[oculusxcaro]

Another side effect of the experiments Khare underwent is that her cycles effectively shut down. She no longer has periods but is now infertile as a result of their genetic meddling.

[humanitysong]

"'Aight, I'm here in the tampon/pad isle, needle-noggin. What size pussy you wear?"

he is a pacifist at heart but wolfwood makes it hard to not occasionally wish to throttle the other. just a little. "...just bring a regular and super." he is never going to send wolfwood to the store again. for anything.

unprompted asks ( always accepting ) // @wolfcross .

[humofnight]

me, having recovered from Tummy Hurt disease: fantastic, I can start my week now.

my body: hehehe period time! let’s be acutely aware of some other internal organs <3

[kizzyedgelll]

i want to cry because i love men i trust so much?? i think i'm about to have my period lmao

[thetricktoholdingon]

I had pms cramps at the office today, which absolutely sucked because usually I can make myself feel better if I just lay on my back on the floor. But you can’t do that when you’re in the office because every 30 seconds or so I’d have people asking me if I’m okay

[clownyclaushoe]

blood red

art the clown x reader 🔞

afab reader, period sex, overuse of the pet name baby, but art is a baby - he's my babie boo. (i know i already added this to my other post and i don't want it to be like i'm spamming the tags but i'm actually really happy with this and i want people to see it. plus i NEVER finish fics this quickly so i'm happy about that. part of me feels like i didn't take this as far as i could have, if that even makes sense idk 😅😭)

you knew you were about to start your period all day. your cycle was always regular and there were the familiar pre-period symptoms like lower back soreness and a particular kind of fatigue. but you swear art could smell its impending presence every time. unsurprisingly, he would become animalistic, unable to satiate the craving over each of the five days of your period. it would've been too much for your drained body, if it weren't for the unshakeable pleasure he gave you each time.

you also appreciated and loved how art wasn't horrified or disgusted, as many men, even friends and an ex-boyfriend, had been at even the mere mention of the dreaded p-word.

art stepped behind you, placing his hands over your hips, moving them around to your bloated belly, his touch firm but gentle. you nearly swooned every time exerted such restraint, knowing the supernatural strength he possessed, how he could tear your heart out of your chest as easily as one flicks a speck of lint from their sleeve.

you leaned back into his embrace, knowing what was on his mind. "baby, i'm only spotting. i thought we'd just have a quiet, cozy night, hm?" you say, sweetly, looking at him with big, doe eyes.

he nuzzled at your neck, his right hand shifting to the crotch of your sweatpants, fingers flexing just right to press the menstrual pad against your clit. he knew you weren't being truthful. sometimes it was just too much fun not to tease him a little.

"oh, art," you whimper, eyes rolling closed, imagining the grin spreading across his face at hearing you sound so needy for him already. but the truth was no matter how tired, sick, or busy you were, you always were needy for every part of him - and he damn well knew it too - his fingers caressing every inch of your flesh; his mouth pressed against your pussy; his tongue fucking so deep inside you; and his cock -- his long, thick cock, thrusting inside you at an unrelenting pace, able to hit your gspot with ease.

he walked you over to your shared bed, tugging down your sweats and underwear to the floor, pausing for you to sit on the bed for him to remove the unwanted clothes, taking a moment to notice the mess you'd made and to sniff at it, the intoxicating metallic scent filling his nostrils all the more. you lie down and art gets on the bed, kneeling between your legs, gripping your thighs and gazing down at your pussy, blood collecting between your folds. art licked his lips and wiggled his brows.

you laugh, shaking your head at your ridiculous clown boyfriend. "don't make me wait any longer, baby. i know you love how my blood feels, how it tastes."

he nods, tilting his head, his right hand moving to gaze along your puffy pussy lips, fingertips pushing between your folds, and down to slip the middle and ring digits inside you, your wetness and blood making the motion smoother. he curls his fingers to stroke your gspot while thumbing at your clit.

"oh fuck," you circle your hips to meet his hand. "another finger, please, baby, please." art obliges you, knowing how much you love feeling so full of him.

he slips the index in along with the other two, stretching you so much as he continues to fingerfuck you, pushing you closer to orgasm.

"you're so fucking good, baby, ahh. don't stop -- don't you dare fucking stop." you gasp, gripping his shoulder.

he pauses his hand deep inside you, continously pressing against your gspot, and you swear you feel just a fraction of his supernatural strength - the slight pain adding to the pleasure - his face contorting to a snarl with the effort.

you come, your body thrashing - not unlike art's victims- as he resumes thrusting his fingers inside and out, watching his blood covered digits. as the warm flicker of your climax passes, you lie back, catching your breath in the afterglow, orgasm helping ease your cramps.

art pulls out his red soaked fingers, raising them to show them off with a wave, and you can't help but be reminded of the song, red right hand. you tell him and he silently laughs, throwing his head back and smacking his knee. then he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking at the blood, and shimmying his shoulders.

"why don't you put that mouth to better use, baby?" art goes wide eyed, gaping at you, and it could've been mistaken for genuine coyness, but you knew better. it was apparent from your first time together that he knew exactly what he was doing.

he leans down, nearer to your pussy and sniffs the even stronger scent of your menstrual blood, then ducks down to attach his mouth to your pussy, sucking and licking at your labia, ravenous and rough.

"oh, art," you exclaim, on the verge of tears, "you're so good for me, baby. the fucking best."

the praise urges him on, and as much as its true that art does what he wants, when he wants, you've come to learn he also loves following direction and seeking approval - at least from you, laps up appraisal like a puppy.

he flicks his tongue over your clit while staring up at you, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to bear.

"i'm close, baby, you're gonna make me come all over your sexy face."

you let out a squeak as art closes his lips around your clit, sucking hard.

"oh my -- fuck," you gasp, your back arching as your second orgasm grips you like a vice. art's hand trails up your body to squeeze at your tit, and you moan like a whore for him, only for him.

his tongue plunges into your pussy, fucking your hole, and your orgasm intensifies somehow, in a way that only art could do, and you're gushing into his waiting mouth.

art tilts his head up enough to grin and show the smears of blood all over his face, and dripping from his mouth. you giggle at the sight, somehow falling even more in love with him, he endears himself to you so much. he gently nibbles and kisses at your inner thigh, as a sign of gratitude.

"you're welcome, baby. and thank you."

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hope you all enjoyed! 🖤❤🖤❤

© angeljeonjkk 2024

[tanuki-kimono]

Cw: We are going to talk here about periods, and sex education in the past. Read this note according to your own sensibilities :)

How women dealt with periods during Edo period, article by shunga enthousiast Shungirl who made a paper pad following instructions found in makura bunko 枕文庫 - ie ancient sex books illustrated with erotic ukiyoe.

One of such makura bunko is 渓斎英泉 Keisai Eisen's 閨中紀聞-枕文庫, first published in 1822. It details Chinese remedies recipes for menstrual pains and irregularities, give tips about sex, and information about menstruations and pregnancy. From a modern point of view, some beliefs are outdated, but it was then such a bestseller it went through several reeditions.

Several words were apparently in use during Edo era to designates menstrual period: keisui 経水, gekkei 月経, tsukiyaku 月水, etc.

When girls went throught their first period, their females relatives or nannies would taught them how to deal with them. One method was to use paper as sanitary products (please note people without easy access to paper probably dealt with periods differently).

__________ 御馬 paper pads

Sanitary pads, such as the one recreated above by Shungirl, were then called mima 御馬 (probably as a pun on true "mima" which were then fine horses own by noblemen, or attached to sanctuaries as mounts for gods etc) or simply ouma お馬 ("honorable" horse).

Ouma were made from inexpensive recycled paper called Asakusagami 浅草紙. Sheets were folded 8 times, tied with twisted paper strings (koyori 紙縒), and then wrapped with another layer of folded paper. It was secured once again with paper strings.

Part of the strings could be left long so to tie around the waist, or/and pad was hold into place by wearing fundoshi 褌 loincloth (which would also help prevent leaking on inner tights).

Asakusagami quality was low (it was also used as toilet paper) so paper pads had to be changed often, meaning you had to fold quite a lot of them to go through your period!

Shungirl folded the pad above following instructions found in the book 実娯教絵抄, which provided several other "models":

__________ 詰め紙 paper tampons

Another method for dealing with periods were tampon-like paper bundles which were inserted into the vagina, the 詰め紙 (tsumeshi? I am not sure of the reading).

This method may have first appeared in red-light districts (?). Beside its use for periods, prostitutes also used those tampons as method of contraception (OP has an interesting article on this subject).

By the end of Edo period and into Meiji, paper tampons were widely used even by women who were not prostitutes - despite voices branding this method as unsanitary.

__________ About girls' coming of age rites

Menarche (first period) was an important milestone for girls, and was celebrated as such via specific rites (shochō o iwau 初潮を祝). Those differed a lot from places to places, and also depended on social status.

Celebrations would concern close family, but often spread to wider community who could received for example a festive meal (sekihan 赤飯) for the occasion (some Edo era senryû poems stress how mortifying this publicity could be!).

Interestingly, some traditions were also pretty sweet: in some places, mothers would sew 3 stiches into their daughter's underskirt (koshimaki 腰��き) as a good luck charm, hoping their periods would last only 3 days <3

Those rites were part of coming of age traditions (seijoshiki 成女式) which marked the start of a young woman adulthood. Another example is the blackening of teeth (ohaguro お歯黒) which usually started around 16-17 years old.

Celebrating menarche publicly was a way of advertising that the girl was no longer a child and would "soon" be a bride. Yet, if menarche often took place around 13-14 years old, in reality it was somehow unusual to have girls married so soon!

Before marriage, especially in non-noble/samurai families, young women often started their sexual life via flings or yobai 夜這い ("night crawling" ie pseudo-secret nighttime encounters) before any wedding actually took place.

[habibisagi]

got my period today so my oliver posting might get worse 🩷

[al0m]

this was supposed to be something else entirely but I couldn't get this stupid joke out of my head vensvdndb

*magma doodle blasts you*

[autisticenbydonnie]

[bunnelbaby]

There are many reasons a regressor, dreamer, caregiver or flip may rely on diapers, such as:

✨ Incontinence, or the inability to control one’s bladder or rectum

✨ Menstrual cycles, as diapers are much more comfortable/less dysphoric compared to using pads or tampons

✨ Impaired mobility, which effects one’s fine motor and gross motor skills

✨ During recovery following a surgery, as not to put too much strain on their bodies

✨ Various medical conditions and disabilities where wearing them might be much more convenient

✨ Stress or anxiety

✨ Having a tendency of wetting the bed

✨ Nightmares

✨ Purely for comfort reasons, as they can provide a sense of security for the wearer

✨ To help one slip into their headspace or prevent any accidents when regressing, as they may have bathroom troubles in their regressed state

✨ Regardless of the reason, there’s no shame or harm in wearing diapers so long as you are comfortable above all else.

[lowcallyfruity]

Hello

[sttoru]

im telling u, out of all the jjk men, sukuna would be the least bothered by fucking you whilst you’re (heavily) bleeding on your period . i can guarantee you that that man does not give a single fuck about the blood staining his cocks & groin area in general — hell, perhaps even likes it that way. he’s a nasty individual