#projecting my period cramps onto him

[koifoxes]

kim dokja experiences true pain

inspo

[dailycharismadoodles]

Day 27

Today's Daily Charisma Doodle is: Barometric Pressure...

[sabrondabrainrot]

🩸🔆Woe Period Cramps Upon Ye🔆🩸

My period started and I did the very healthy and normal thing and gave him cramps too. Almost threw up at work 💗 The chair Sun was me at work for real.

Love ya Sun, this is like ibuprofen.

[gardenofhope]

are they really your favorite character if you don’t project your back pain onto them

[thedrotter]

re:kinder doodle dump part three !!! drawings with wildly different moods www they are more polished ans complete than my other doodles because. why not🥺!!!

[leexds-oc-chaos]

[mothhball]

for your drabbles requests: either jonathan or neil with a girlfriend on her period? i'm definitely projecting bc i'm on mine, but...whatever. maybe a little smutty if period sex doesn't gross you out? 😋

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane x  fem!Reader

Warnings | SMUT, PERIOD SEX, p in v sex, established relationship, pronebone

Summary | you’re going through it. Lucky for you, you have a very helpful boyfriend

Words | 1.7k

Notes | Thanks for the request!!! I hope this doesn’t feel too rushed <3

MINORS DNI

"You look like you're trying to melt into the carpet," Jonathan muses, leaning against the couch with his hip as he watches your sprawled-out form on the floor. You groan in response, almost getting comfortable before another cramp makes you wheeze and turn onto your side so you can curl up.

"Maybe I am..." you grumble, placing your hands over your lower stomach in an attempt to soothe the pain. Jonathan walks over to gently nudge your leg with the side of his foot, and for a moment you feel like roadkill that he's searching for signs of life. Then again, you really do feel like someone hit you with a car.

"It's bad today, huh? Come on, let's get you more comfortable." You work together as a team to peel you off of the floor, and his hands are gentle as he leads you into the bedroom.

"Are you up for a massage?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly your eyes light up at the offer, and he huffs out a chuckle. Your expression is answer enough, so he preps the space and puts a towel onto the mattress to prevent the oil from getting everywhere. Once he's done, he steps close to you for a quick squeeze, and as his arms are wrapped around you, he murmurs into your hair. "I'll go get you the cherry pit pillow, just lie down." You nod in response, reluctantly stepping back from the comfort of his body against yours to sink down onto the mattress, rolling over to lie on your stomach. The bedroom is quiet and warm, and the sheets still smell like your favorite detergent since you just changed them yesterday. For a moment, you’re lost in thought before another burst of pain makes you grimace.

The distant beeping of the microwave signals the impending arrival of pain relief, and you turn your head just in time to watch Jonathan pop his head into the room with a quirked brow and the warm cherry pit pillow in his hands. “Still alive? Good. I would’ve been annoyed if I did all this for nothing.” A smile tugs on your lips, and you gratefully take the pillow from him, placing it under your stomach so you can lie on it. Immediately, the warmth seeps into you, soothing the aching muscles and the organ that’s literally shredding itself on the inside.

“Thank you…” you sigh, meeting his sass with sweetness, which causes his sky-blue eyes to soften with silent affection. Jonathan grabs the bottle of oil from the nightstand before he climbs onto the bed with you, carefully straddling your thighs to reach your entire back. With a soft groan, you manage to tug your shirt off, and Jonathan rewards you by running his hands over your skin, feeling around for the tension in your muscles. He tuts, shaking his head as he caresses you. “Seems like I have my work cut out for me.” You nod in response, letting out a squeak when the cold oil is suddenly poured onto your back, but Jonathan’s hands are quick to follow, warming you right up again. He patiently works out the knots in your back, massaging your back from your shoulders all the way down to your lower back, and you moan into the pillow, feeling like clay beneath his touch as he kneads the stiffness out of your body.

But it seems like you’re not the only one enjoying the massage. After a while, Jonathan’s fingertips carefully tug at the waistband of your sweatpants, and when you turn your head to look at him from over your shoulder, you’re blessed with a perfect view of his rosy cheeks. His eyes meet yours, and he licks his lips before he swallows. “Can we..?”

Your eyebrows raise, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. “But… the mess?” you ask, pleasantly surprised when he huffs and shrugs off your worries.

“I don’t care,” he decides, setting his hands on your hips and gently circling your skin with his thumbs. “We have a towel, don’t we? And it’s all natural, so don’t worry about it. I’m not grossed-out, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He leans down, kissing the top of your head, and his grip on your waist tightens a little before he lets his hands wander a little. You can tell he’s getting riled up. He’s getting touchy.

“Alright. Hold on, I’ll be right back,” you promise, slowly getting up from the bed to head into the bathroom and freshen up a bit. Leaving your sweatpants and underwear in the hamper, you return to the bedroom bearing one of Jonathan’s favorite gifts – Your entire, very much naked body on display just for him. His eyes light up, and he welcomes you back with open arms, maneuvering you back onto your stomach with the cherry pit pillow beneath you. The warmth is even more intense now without your clothes in the way, and you let out a soft groan that becomes a little louder when Jonathan places open-mouthed kisses down the length of your spine.

“I’m oily, Jon –“ you gasp softly. He answers with a soft bite to your shoulder, and you can hear the rustling of clothes and the clinking of metal as he undoes his belt and undresses completely. His hands return to knead your flesh, and he leans down a little to whisper into your skin as if he’s directly speaking to the heart that’s beating within you.

“Shush. I don’t care. God… you’re so pretty. So perfectly human.” Jonathan lets out a sigh of relief as he eases his cock into your heat, eyes falling shut and lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He’s being slow with you. Careful as he pushes himself further into you, as if you’re a piece of fine porcelain that he’d cause to shatter with an overeager thrust. You hold onto the sheets, relaxing into the mattress as you’re gently squished between the warmth of your boyfriend’s body and the heated pillow. Once he’s fully sheathed inside you, he pauses once more to kiss and lick at your neck and shoulders.

“Tell me when,” Jonathan murmurs, rubbing a thumb up your lower back to make your muscles relax even further. Soon enough, you’re a comfortable puddle beneath him and give him the green light, much to his delight. He shifts to lean over you a little more, resting his hands next to your head as he pulls out almost completely to slowly push back inside. A light moan slips from your lips when his length rubs up against the fluttering walls of your pussy, making you feel every vein and throb. It’s a far cry of your usual sessions with him, and even softer than the lazy morning sex you often manage to talk him into.

“How does it feel?” he asks, setting a patient rhythm with every roll of his hips.

“Full…” you whine, turning your head a little to see him better. “But nice… It’s helping.”

You can tell this pleases his ego, and his lips pull up into a self-satisfied smirk as he leans down to murmur into your ear. As always, with this close proximity, the rich purr of his voice sends a shiver down your back.

“Mhm, I’m just your favorite painkiller, huh? You won’t even need ibuprofen once I’m done with you.”

This draws a little chuckle out of you, and Jonathan is delighted by the noise, brushing his nose against the crook of your neck before he kisses all the way up to your chin. His thrusts speed up a little, and he holds you close, sneaking one hand under you to reach for your clit. You gasp as soon as the pad of his index hits the spot, feeling how your body responds and your muscles squeeze around his cock. The weight of his body against yours, the warmth of his skin, and his soft breaths and moans in your ears couldn’t feel more heavenly, and you can feel how the tension in your core is starting to build up into a gentle crescendo with every circle he rubs around that delicate bundle of nerves.

“There we go, sweetheart. You’re squeezing me so well,” he praises softly, nipping at your ear as you turn your face to moan into the bedding. Jonathan picks up the pace, making sure to thoroughly fuck the tension out of your body, and as your orgasm washes over you, he grabs your hair to pull your head out of the sheets. He wants to hear you. Wants to see how your face twists with pleasure and relief as he slowly fucks you through your climax.

Letting go of your hair, he straightens up again, kneading your hips as he approaches his own release. Your pussy is still clenching down on him, and for a man who’s usually so composed, he looks quite disheveled at this point. And he knows it. Something feels different this time. Maybe it’s because the sex is so gentle, maybe it’s because you’re literally letting him in at such a vulnerable time, maybe it’s because the needle finally drops that, yes, he really wants this relationship to last.

Fittingly, it’s that pang of fear – fear of commitment that sends him over the edge, and he clenches his teeth as his cock spills his cum into you with every throbbing pulse.

The bedroom is quiet for a moment as both of you enjoy the buzz of endorphins and the smell of each other’s skin. Jonathan looks at you. Really looks at you. And he realizes how big your role in his life has grown over the years. Into an undeniably fundamental aspect of his existence. The fear in his stomach calms the moment you turn your head to blink up at him, blissed-out and smiling.

“Thanks for the help, Jon.”

“Anytime, love. Anytime.”

He brings his face close to yours once more, capturing your lips in a tender kiss and when he pulls back, it’s only by a hair. Like he can’t stand a bigger distance right now. Jonathan’s lips pull up into a tiny smile, brushing against yours as he speaks.

“I’m glad you let me be your home remedy.”

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[saytrrose]

Projecting my period cramps onto Kinger bc I subject him to all my horrors

[its-a-me-mango]

Projecting my period cramps onto him. Fuck you.

[monsterrous-arts]

Tired and in pain so I'm projecting my period cramps onto him

Bitch deserves it anyways

[dysfunctionalcreature]

welp it's that time of the month, time to project my period cramps onto Kevin Day....

Kevin curled up on Andrew's bunk with a hot water bottle rewatching his fav past exy games while trying not to cry 🥺 it's the only time Kevin will ask for chocolate from Andrew's stash and the only time Andrew will agree to share it

Neil is also Suffering™ because his and Kevin's cycles are absolutely synced up, but Neil's been thru so much shit that he isn't even phased by cramp pain

Kevin: taking pain meds as often as he possibly safely can and still being constantly weepy and shaky from the pain

Neil: doesn't ever take pain meds despite definitely being in pain because for him it's just not comparable to being waterboarded and having his face cut open

And Andrew (amab imo) is there, sharing his chocolate, and refilling hot water bottles (Neil gets one too even tho he claims he doesn't need it), and bringing Kevin tissues because he's the type that cries his whole period, and giving Kevin occasional headpats when he's really going thru it

[catscidr]

NEED MORE OFFICE DOTTORE PLEAAAAADE HBAUBGUDUHFIBOND

i. note — he’s my guilty pleasure im sry i js CRAVE this mf twenny four/seven ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) </3 ii. includes — dottore, afab! reader but no gendered pronouns are used iii. cw — im rambling again heyyy what's new. office setting/modern au, dottore is kinda creepy, implied stalking, obsessive behaviour, their feelings are mutual but dottore comes off too strong and reader is a bit dense, mention of periods, drinking/alcohol, implied drugging (but nothing happens). this sounds bad but its tame he's just a weirdo with a crush and is weird about said crush Trust Me

thinking about office senior! dottore using his status in the company to butt in and work on projects that you’ve been assigned. him slowly but surely worming his way into your life ever since he got a taste of you, unable to let you just be a fling, a one-time thing. he just has to ruin you in every way

he would definitely be sooo aware of your steadily blooming crush on him and would use it against you to then tease you to hell and back. this man knows how to toy with people! he’ll most definitely toy with you!!!

lingering touches bordering on unprofessional but still friendly if you squint, going out of his way to ask your opinion on things during a crowded meeting n putting you on the spot, stepping into the elevator at the same time as you to trap you n initiate small talk……

of course said “small talk” is always… a little weird… when it’s with zandik. he doesn’t talk about the weather, stocks, or whatever mundane task you were working on right before you went on lunch break.

no, he’ll talk about things he shouldn’t know about you, things he’d only know if you told him about them, or things that are just a little too… personal? but maybe you’re being a little uptight. maybe you just… don’t remember telling him some things about yourself. it’s not like he’s talking about anything super outrageous or controversial anyways, it’s fine.

“eating instant noodles every day for dinner isn’t good for you, it’s most likely the reason why you get such bad cramps during your cycle. i would recommend adding some leafy greens to your servings at the very least, or some tofu to help with your iron intake.”

what a weirdo…. but hey, he’s kinda right, maybe you should eat more balanced meals so you don’t keel over anytime soon.

office senior! dottore also often does creepy things but in a nice way? if that makes sense?

for example, when the team is brought out for drinks to celebrate another successful project, he’ll make sure to be the only one sitting next to you. you’ll be squished against the wall and his shoulder, beer in hand, your cheeks burning from the alcohol and the proximity between you two

he’ll keep an eye on you and your alcohol tolerance, but not in the way you think he will. he’ll encourage you to drink more, “you seem tense. here, here’s a refill” he’d say in that smooth voice of his. “oh? you’re stumbling on your words, are your nerves still acting up? have my drink.”

and once you get to the point where you’re leaning over the table, head resting on your arms, only then will he start to actually take care of you.

he’ll place one hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles to help ground you from your dizziness. scold you for drinking so much, all while everyone else at the table glances at you with concern (or as much concern as other drunk and tipsy coworkers can muster)

“you shouldn’t have drank so much if you knew your alcohol tolerance was this poor.”

and the shadow of a smile on his face will turn into something more sinister when you frantically get up to rush to the bathroom. you immediately stumble to the floor, dizzy and disoriented. too dizzy and disoriented.

he’ll catch you before you fall as coworkers express their concern for you, only then noticing how bad your state had gotten now that face-planting directly onto the tatami floor of the bar was a feasible outcome

a chorus of surprised “woah!”��s and “are you okay?” ring out, conversations growing quieter as everyone stares at the stoic, scary superior holding up the rookie that got completely plastered at a work event. some are silently judging, but most are ogling zandik

your cubicle neighbor and work buddy gets up from her seat, stumbling on her way to help you stand up. though she had indulged you in gossip about him before, something about him holding your suspiciously drunk body up made alarm bells ring in her head.

“i’ll take them home,” he declares, voice colder than ice. no one really notices the hostility in his tone, too tipsy themselves to notice zandik’s obvious favouritism towards you. “enjoy the rest of your night.”

...and he diligently brings you to your flat, catching you before you stumble on your feet and trip over nothing. the trip was a struggle for the both of you, though more so for you than for him considering he had anticipated this outcome. maybe next time he should reconsider before giving you so much to drink.

[tatteredtoby]

so incredibly sleepy. But. Ftm reader (Highschool au) with unsupportive parents x Simon (theater/theatre au as well)

A Panic/Anxiety attack will be described, so will transphobia and very uncomfortable sensations. Self misgendering, as well. (This is targeted towards myself!) If that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to click the back button.

Angst that turns into fluff

Agluff!

You had bought a binder without your parent’s permission, and had been keeping it in the dressing room for the show. It was opening night, and you were playing a male character. Nothing could go wrong. You felt the adrenaline pumping, you were shaking out of excitement, then you remembered, your parents would be in the crowd that night.

Your chest starts heaving. Your vision blurs after it darts around. You land on the ground, backing into a set piece and hiding behind it. The happy shaking turns to terror induced shaking.

Your director yells out “5 minutes before show people!” Before noticing you. Oh Ms. Emily. She was so incredibly supportive. She gasps as she notices you, since you startled her with your heavy breathing.

She shuffles out onto stage, taking center and facing the audience.

“We have a small problem backstage. The show will be held back a few minutes, I am very sorry for this inconvenience.”

SMALL????

This was not small. Your world was closing in on you. It felt like Jell-O or Oobleck was being poured over you, or you were being cemented into a wall against your will. The binder only made it worse. It tightened around your armpits and sucked in your chest, which made the caving feeling worse. You fiddled with your costume before throwing off the excess pieces.

You barely notice the tall stature coming into view before you’re pulled out of deep water by two costumed hands.

“Hey, hey, im here, it’s me. It’s Simon. What’s wrong, can you say it or is it too much to talk about?” He gently utters, kneeling closer to you.

You barely babble out, “‘s too much..” Before your vision starts to go in and out. He notices. You’re swaying too much for it to be your normal rocking. He latches his hands onto you and pulls you into his chest, like a life raft after drowning at sea for centuries.

“I’m right here. It’s okay. Your parents won’t even notice. You can tell them that it was a casting issue, and you were just cast because of how they liked your auditions performance, alright?” He whispers, rubbing your back very gently.

“I gotcha. I gotcha.” He mutters, holding you closer to him. It feels like this hold is meant for a wounded dog, not a 17 year old gir-boy.

He cups your face like he would a wounded pigeon. He’s got eyeliner on. Specifically on his waterline. His cheeks are dusted with powdered blush. His arms are covered in black cloth, specifically for his role as a Crow. The entire show was written by you, only taken up by Ms. Emily and practically blocked by you in its entirety. You played Satans Cat. (Two little city animals who are a contrast difference to eachother go on a journey that changed them forever, or smth. Idk. Sleepy.) He wore big wings with straps on his thumbs to keep in place. You wore cat ears and a tail. You felt so good in your costume. You had many costume pieces to hide your chest, and you just looked so boyish all around.

“You alright now?” He asks, tone in his voice evident he’s trying to hide the fact he noticed you glancing for a prolonged period of time.

“Yea. I’ve got some time..I’ll go splash my face with water.”

“You’ll be alright, Felid.”

“That I will be, Corvus.”

————————————————————————————

very sleepy atm. I’m projecting as well. Felid comes ffrom the name for cat in fancy. Look up cat. And for “Corvus” look up Crow. I don’t got time to explain it.

Cramps kicking me in my stomach ballsack. This some bullshit.

[sugar-omi]

TRANS MASC COVE TRANS MASC COVE (sfw +nsfw hcs pls,, id love your thoughts)

NO BC NOW YOU'VE PUT THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD N I NEED HIM DESPERATELY eta while im in the middle of writing: after this i... i can no longer hold onto my fem!cove thoughts. n i am eating up trans!cove like a starving ANIMAL.

tags : SFW + NSFW, transmasc (ftm) cove, switch cove/reader, some mentions of body/gender dysmorphia, im sure theres 1 transphobe walking around sunset bird so the smallest mention of that clown

SFW

i've been seeing a lotta top surgery scar tattoos on my twt timeline lately, and pls some of them i need for myself bc they're so!!!! pretty!!!!

so i can definitely see him getting tattoos there

not because he wants to cover em up, i just think he sees so many flash sheets over time that he's SOLD

mmm i wanna say that fem/afab!cove would have small boobs

or B cups at most

either way, i almost wanna say that his boobs before surgery wouldn't bother him as much unless someone was sexualizing him or he was exercising n his boobs were bouncing too much or smth like that

even then its usually complaints of, "ugh, this bra isn't supportive..." or something like that

ofc he still has his moments

i also think he only binds sometimes, rarely

doesn't do it often since it's often hot outside, or especially if he's sporty, its uncomfortable

(also looked it up just to be sure) but since he's always on the beach its inconvenient/unnecessary to wear if he can't wear it in the water

but like i said i think he'd be pretty flat/small anyway, so i think he's okay

mm definitely doesn't give up having long hair, or wearing the occasional dress/skirt ofc

but will correct one of the old sunset bird residents if they try and say "see honey, it was a phase, you're wearing a dress today!"

also idk abt yall, n this is more of a general thought, but i feel like step 2 cove's impulse control is. deathly low.

so one day, he has long/long-ish hair

and the next he has a mullet, wolf cut, or buzz cut.

he's so chaotic to me pls

now i've had fem!cove on my mind for weekssss now

so i'm not just saying this

but cove is still buff

thick muscly thighs, NICE ARMS. REALLY NICE ARMS

mm so i feel like he looks pretty androgynous or masc anyway

now im projecting here.

but cove has irregular periods, n they're pretty heavy most the time

or lasts awhile (ok im done projecting. sorry cove</3)

also think he deals with cramps (IM SORRY COVE)

i think his period is the biggest trigger of his body/gender dysmorphia too

although i think fem!cove would hate her period anyway altho tbf who doesnt

he'd definitely appreciate some comfort!!!

bring him another heating pad, your comfiest hoodie or blanket and snacks

he's very happy for the thoughtfulness and the company

step 2 cove would definitely be moved by such thoughtfulness... he's in tears

so after the first time it's a trend to spend time together in his bed, watching movies or something while he's cuddled into your side or next to you in a cove-rrito, all sleepy n comfy...

NSFW

had to stop writing the SFW to write this bc i had a thought

cove laid out all pretty... his chest rising and falling and he's all teary eyed as you're between his legs, eating his cunt until he's seeing stars.

pls his cunt with be so sensitive, and he'd be so pretty to fuck

would shake so much too

his thighs quivering so bad he clamps around your hand

you'd have to hold his legs up so he doesn't nearly flatten your head between his thick thighs

"y/n!" cove cries, his hands tangled in your hair and he's trying so hard not to squish your head between his thighs, but your tongue is flat against his sensitive clit, sucking and bullying the poor button while your fingers make a loud, sloppy mess of his hole.

he whines, hips shaking in your hands.

you tighten your grip on his waist, your fingers digging into the flesh, grumbling irritably around his clit but cove just cries out a loud moan and slurred word, torn between your name, a cuss word, and a cry for god.

you pull of his clit, your fingers still curling against that spongy spot inside his sloppy walls. "stay still, you're gonna crush my head..." you start to kiss his thighs, small kisses turning into you sucking deep hickeys into his tan skin, and that turning into biting.

cove gasps for air, his eyes fluttering closed as he squirms.

"fuck, y/n, please..." he mumbles, tugging at the bedsheets.

you stop the assault on his thighs, leaning up on your elbows so you can give cove a kiss, your lips lazily moving together...

anyway... horny aside for a moment<333

mm i could see cove not getting or really wanting bottom surgery

i think trans cove would be pretty comfortable with his body's appearance overall

and he's probably read into it a lot since it's not like he hasn't thought about it, i could just see him probably deciding its not something he wants

ARGGHH HE'D BE A DEMON WITH THE STRAP THOUGH

ahh. cove holding you down or folding your legs against your chest while he slams his hips against yours...

his strap hitting your poor prostate / cervix, he'd coo about how cute your whines are and that you're making him leak

would definitely upset he can't fill you up w cum

especially if you wanna get pregnant, rambles about how much he wishes he could fill you up with his cum again and again and again...

arghhh fuck imma lose my MIND

definitely takes advantage of those squirting dildos

can at least admire how you look oozing milky lube

omfg definitely wakes up all excited to tell you if he dreamed about it too...

has an array of straps

we already know he has a tentacle dildo or two deep in his closet...

yeah tries them out on you

"don't get tired yet, i have one more.. and it has a knot!!!"

he just likes to experiment on you a little~~ bit <333

ohh please tell him he looks handsome/sexy while you're giving him head

he'll die.

FUCK HE'D GO CRAZY IF YOU RIDE HIM TOO I KNOW IT

yeah he's still the same cute, secretly horny, big crybaby pookie <3333 i love him pls

[jazzy-art-time]

Projecting my period cramps onto Jeden

because I hate him and he deserves them more

[sathanasslut]

Hello, Ghost fandom :,)

I don't use this app nor do I write fics, but goddammit for swissdew I will do anything. So here we are-

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dewdrop / Swiss

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Trans Dewdrop, Gender Dysphoria, Period pain, Bathing/Washing

Word Count: 1,290

Read on Ao3 or below the cut!

Dew’s fingers curl in his own hair, tugging hard. A distraction from the other pain, the worse pain. Another groan slips from between his bitten raw lips, smothered by the pillow at his face as he curls further into his bedsheets. It hurts.

Tears well in his eyes, and he doesn’t even have the energy to chastise himself for his vulnerability. He needs a hug, but he knows he’d flay anyone who dared to see him in such a shameful position.

Dysphoria claws at his stomach as the cramps only seem to intensify. Even worse, his mind slips to the dampness of blood between his legs, staining his boxers. He wants to gouge his nails into his stomach, anything to distract from that pain.

“Fuck. Off.” He sobs into his pillow, his arms wrapping around his abdomen in a futile attempt to self soothe.

“But I just got here…” A soft voice teases, his tone a mockery of disappointment. Dew tenses, his head whipping around to face the apparently open doorway.

“Swiss.” He growls, trying to feign anger as the humiliation of being caught in such a vulnerable situation grasps at his throat.

The multi-ghoul doesn’t respond verbally, only pushing the door shut and pointedly clicking the lock as he steps over to Dew’s bedside. Every one of Dew’s base instincts is screaming at him to grab ahold of Swiss’ hand and drag him onto the bed, force him to spoon him and cuddle him and pander to him until the pain goes away, but he restrains himself. It’s humiliating enough as is, no need to make that even worse by giving in to such ridiculous urges.

“Dewdrop,” He hates the way Swiss says his name, like’s actually concerned about him. “Stubborn bastard. What are you doing suffering alone like this?”

If he wasn’t preoccupied by the sensations of his reproductive organs dismantling themselves, Dew would have clawed Swiss’ face off for that kind of comment.

“Fuck you mean?” He hisses, a snarl curling at his lips. “Can’t you leave me fucking be for a moment, let me deal with my shit before you come in here and bitch at me?”

Swiss rolls his eyes, his larger frame leaning over Dew’s bed. A part of Dew keens at that, the sight of someone he cares for towering over him not as a threat, but as an emblem of protection.

“Dew.” Swiss’ voice is more stern than usual, that usual teasing tone almost entirely eradicated. “I could smell the pain in your scent from the hallway. Either you talk to me and let me help you, or I’m telling Papa.”

Dew bristles at that. Swiss finding out was enough, he’ll do anything to prevent any more people getting involved in this horrendous situation of his.

“Fuck you.” He spits out, but the anger he’d intended in his tone is eaten up by the agony in his abdomen. “Shithead. Fuck are you even gonna do, growl at my period until it goes away?”

That makes Swiss pause, his movements stilling for a moment. He knows how sensitive of a topic this is for his little bandmate, and it’s not one he’s all too helpful around. Rain has always been the most understanding of Dew’s struggles with gender, and only the girls would understand how to physically help something like menstruation. But in the name of Satan that was not going to stop Swiss from at least trying.

“What do you want?” Swiss asks, cutting in again before Dew even has a chance to answer. “Other than to be left alone, because we both know that’s not happening.”

Dew huffs, rolling his eyes. It doesn’t distract Swiss at all from the obvious signs of distress the fire ghoul was displaying, especially the way Dew’s claws curl into his oversized sleep shirt more and more at every new cramp.

“...A bath.” He answers, finally. Swiss feels a small sense of relief, at least Dew isn’t kicking and screaming and physically forcing him from his room. It’s progress, Swiss remembers how closed off the smaller ghoul used to be even only a couple of years ago, this sort of intimacy would have been entirely out of the question then.

“A bath.” Dew can’t help but feel a little comforted by the genuine relief in Swiss’ voice, as if he’s truly happy he gets to help Dew. “I can do that.”

As quickly as he entered, Swiss is once again out of sight, scampering around Dewdrop’s ensuite to find all of the things to make a bath for the little ghoul. He runs the water until it’s nearing hot enough to scald his skin right off the bone, just how Dew likes it, then plugs the drain and waits for it to fill up as he fumbles with clean towels and cloths and bath soaps.

Finally, the bath is filled, bubbles are swirling, and candles are lit. Swiss walks back into the room, cooing Dewdrop’s name.

“Sweetheart, do you want me to carry you?” He smirks a little, unable to resist teasing the little ghoul at least a tiny bit. The adorable glare he gets in response makes it worth it, but he does feel a twinge of guilt when he sees a small wince of pain cross Dew’s face. “Seriously, you don’t look in any state to walk.”

Dew simply looks away from him, avoiding eye contact, and that’s all the answer Swiss needs. He scoops the little fireball into his arms and spends every step to the bathroom revelling in how perfectly Dewdrop fits in his arms.

He props Dew against the edge of the bathtub, deftly removing his clothes with the precision of a man that’s dealt with this exact shirt and boxers combination hundreds of times already. Dew pays no mind to being stripped by his fellow ghoul, but feels a twinge of humiliation when he sees Swiss’ eyes catch on the blood coating his thighs.

“Poor thing.” Swiss murmurs, without any kind of teasing or condescension to his tone whatsoever. “Let’s get you all cleaned up, hm?” He smiles softly as he lifts Dew into the bathtub gently. Dew’s heart twists at the genuine concern evident in Swiss’ eyes.

There’s a moment of silence as Dew acclimates to the temperature of the water, trying to push away the thought that Swiss had found exactly the right temperature for him, even better than he usually can himself.

He sinks a little deeper in, watching as strands of his blond hair turn to a soft brown at the touch of the water. Then, he feels an all too familiar touch against his shoulders, massaging softly.

“You don’t… have to do that.” Dew almost whispers, his voice almost swallowed by the flourish of emotions he was trying to tamp down.

“I want to.” Swiss’ voice is almost equally as soft, compelling him to lean back into the touch and embrace the comfort wholly. Soon enough, Swiss’ hands wander. Though, it’s not in the way Dew has become accustomed to.

There is no roughness or desire within these touches, just gentle massaging and lathering soap into his skin. Dew’s mind goes blank at the unfamiliar sensation, letting his head rest against the bathtub and his eyes fall closed as Swiss’ hands caress his chest and abdomen, the pain from before reducing to nothing but a hum under his skilled fingers.

Swiss indulges himself and allows his hands to span Dew’s chest as a small purr rumbles through his small body, feeling the vibrations ever so clearly and being filled with a sense of pride knowing that it was entirely him that drew the purr from the little ghoul.

“After this, I’m spooning you to sleep.”