#tw disphoria

[thesecondhandwoman]

I’ve got another one for you. Can you do Ambessa x NB Reader, where the reader is on their period and is dysphoric. Could you also have Ambessa use her hands as, like a heating pad?

Drink some water and take some time for yourself

-🧚‍♂️

THROUGH THE ACHE

Ambessa x nb!reader

Synopsis: It was that time of the month, and something that you hated the most, desperately wanting to forget that this single part of you clung more than any other, and it was difficult to remove. But even with that, the ache was always numbed by her, Ambessa’s, warmth.

Request: Anon 🤍

The streets of Noxus were colder than usual tonight. A harsh wind swept through the city, carrying the scent of rain and the rumble of distant thunder. Despite the looming storm, the streets remained busy as ever, filled with the clatter of boots against cobblestone and the low hum of conversation in the shadows. Yet, inside the grand hall of Ambessa’s estate, all was still and calm.

You sat on a velvet chaise, draped in a loose robe, with your arms crossed tightly over your stomach. The dull ache that had been with you all day had worsened, now gnawing at you like an unwelcome guest. It wasn’t just the physical pain of your period, though that was certainly bad enough—it was the overwhelming sense of dysphoria that seemed to surge with every passing hour.

Your body, which felt alien to you on the best of days, seemed to betray you even more now. The soft swell of your hips, the warmth that clung to your skin, all of it felt wrong. You weren’t sure why, not tonight, but it made every inch of your body feel like an unbearable weight.

You had tried to distract yourself with work, but it was difficult to focus. The constant twinge of discomfort was too much. You needed to retreat, to hide away, to not be seen—at least until the storm inside you had passed.

Just as you buried your face in your hands, a voice broke through the silence of the room.

“Little one?” Ambessa’s voice was soft, but laced with concern. “You’ve been hiding away in here for hours. Is something wrong?”

You didn’t lift your head to face her, not trusting yourself to keep your composure. The last thing you wanted was to make her worry about you.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you muttered, but even to your ears, the lie was thin. You could hear the soft rustling of her clothing as she approached, the swish of her long gown barely audible over the sound of her boots.

“You’re not fooling me,” she said, her tone warm and understanding. Ambessa was no stranger to observing people, she could read them like an open book. She knelt beside you, her powerful hands gently taking your own, urging you to look up.

Reluctantly, you did.

Her eyes, always sharp and calculating, softened when they met yours. “Talk to me,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face with the gentlest touch. “What’s going on?”

A quiet sob escaped you, one that you hadn’t been expecting. The tears weren’t just from the physical pain, though that was enough to drive you to the edge. It was everything—the weight of it all—the days when your body felt like a stranger, the times when your dysphoria crept up like a shadow, and you could never quite shake it off.

“I hate it,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I hate how I feel. I just want to disappear. Everything feels wrong. It’s not just the pain. It’s…” You trailed off, unsure how to put it into words. You had tried to explain it to others in the past, but no one had truly understood. No one had known what it felt like to have your body betray you so completely, to be trapped in a form you didn’t recognize, didn’t want.

Ambessa didn’t speak for a moment, her expression unreadable, but the warmth of her hands on yours never wavered. Then, as if deciding something, she gently pulled you into her embrace, guiding your head to rest against her chest. The scent of her—leather, herbs, and something sweet—wrapped around you, grounding you.

“I know it’s hard, little one,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing. “I can’t claim to understand what it’s like for you, but I can see the weight you carry. And I, I don’t want you to carry it alone.”

You didn’t say anything, your face pressed into the softness of her clothing, the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat filling your ears. For a long moment, you simply existed there, comforted by her presence.

Then, her hands—those hands that had so often been the instruments of power—shifted. They settled gently over your stomach, warm and firm, a subtle pressure that you hadn’t known you needed until that very moment.

“What…?” you whispered, confused.

“Let me,” she replied softly, her voice thick with care. Her hands stayed there, covering your abdomen in a way that was almost tender, but strong. “It’s not much, but I’ll keep you warm. I’ll help.”

At first, you weren’t sure how it was helping. The ache didn’t disappear, of course; that would be far too easy. But there was something soothing about the heat of her palms against your skin, something calming in the simple gesture. Ambessa wasn’t rushing to fix you—she was simply being with you, offering comfort in a way that didn’t demand anything of you. It was an act of care, pure and without expectation.

The longer her hands stayed there, the more the tension in your body seemed to fade. The sharp ache didn’t feel quite as unbearable. The feeling of being trapped in your own skin began to ease, as though the warmth of her touch was reminding you that you were still whole.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Ambessa continued, her voice steady. “You’re allowed to have days like this. You’re allowed to feel however you feel, even if you don’t have the words for it. No one can tell you how to feel, especially not me.”

Her words sank deep into your chest, bringing with them a sense of relief you hadn’t known you needed. You realized that you had been carrying this burden not just in your body, but in your heart too—this constant fear of being a burden to others, of not being understood, of being less than because of how you felt. But Ambessa didn’t see you as less. She saw you as someone worth caring for

You inhaled deeply, the scent of her and the heat of her touch grounding you. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore,” you confessed, your voice small but steady. “I don’t want to feel broken.”

“You’re not broken,” she said, her voice firm but kind. “You’re human. And you deserve love, just as you are. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

The sincerity in her words made your heart flutter, and a wave of warmth spread through your chest. Slowly, carefully, you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, finding solace in her strength.

Ambessa didn’t pull away. She held you there, her hands still gently resting on your stomach, her presence enveloping you like a shield from the world outside. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, just breathing together, the warmth between you a silent promise that you would never have to face the world alone, not as long as she was by your side.

When you finally pulled back, your face was streaked with tears, but you didn’t feel ashamed. You felt safe. You felt cared for.

Ambessa smiled softly at you, her eyes warm, her hands slowly pulling away from your stomach. “Do you feel better?”

You nodded, wiping away the last of your tears. “A little,” you said, your voice softer now. “But I think I just needed you to remind me that I’m not alone. That I’m okay. Even when I don’t feel okay.”

“I’ll remind you as often as you need,” Ambessa said, brushing a hand through your hair in a rare show of affection. “You’re more than okay. You’re everything I need, my beloved.”

The words—so simple, so profound—touched you deeply. In that moment, with Ambessa’s arms around you and her warmth still lingering on your skin, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as broken as you had once thought.

You were loved.

And that, for tonight, was enough.

A/N: [immediately starts bawling]

[tampic0w0]

"Ur a HuMan, aNd NoT An AnImAl, u dOn' T fEeL LiKe aN aNiMaM"

And yet, if you knew to what extent I feel like an animal locked in a cage, in this cage that we call "corp human" inside, I can't do anything, I can't climb a tree like a binturong, I can't run long distances like an African wild dog. I can't do anything... If you only knew how much I miss my real body, my animal body. I no longer have fur, no more fangs, no more rounded ears, no more claws, no more tail, I lost everything and it's certainly not today that I would find it again...

[digenerate-trash]

Happy birthday to me.

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

i went to the doctor today and had to wear a normal bra instead of my binder 💀 and then she didn't even listen to my loungs with the medical thingyy, so i wore a normal bra for the sake of nothing 💀💀💀

[lvl8warlock]

how I feel after taking off my binder

((I don't have photoshop. Someone draw a frown.))

[hotpersonsstuff]

I try my best not to look at my body too long due to dysphoria and all that jazz. But I just saw new stretch marks on my hip. And- idk how to feel about it..

[nazkarcito]

shit trans comic with sad ending

[the-last-hipopotamovolador]

Can we all pretend that whatever i choose for my pfp is how i actually look like in real life? Is a win-win for everyone. I can pretend to be boyish and good looking and you see my pfp and think "wow what a handsome guy" or "what a cute dude".

[xadchhh1]

my transgender experience;

Most of the time I feel bad about my gender but I think it's more because of how I present myself to people

What I used to do is tell people that I'm a trans woman and then I explain to them why I'm not feminine yet

but after a while it gets annoying, you know? and now I just said that I'm just gay so I don't have to explain myself (because I told myself that I should explain to people)

I don't care, it's not important to me what people think of me or the perception they have

I know that one day I will be a transwoman and I will skip that kind of situations

When I transition I wanna feel comfortable because that's what matters to me , feeling comfortable at that moment of transition. I've always had my own way of doing things, I shouldn't be like other trans women, I'm my own unique person and all the things that I will live, including transitioning, will be my way because its MY life

I see it in a positive way and I said all this just because I like to express myself, say what I think, how I see things and how my experience has been not being someone cisgender

(I just realized I sound angry so to not end on a bad note I'm leaving a picture of myself that makes me happy because I put on a wig that I really liked and the song I had playing in the background while I was writing this "SOPHIE — It's Okay To Cry")

[kai-ovillager]

☆~* Guapoduo college au hc, g!Roier trans masc gay e g!Cellbit assexual gay, eles passam a semana nos dormitórios do colégio, mas nos finais de semana podem ir pra casa, é um sábado a noite e o g!Ro liga pro g!Cell pra encontrar ele naquela praça de sempre, pra eles se verem

• Não vou por o g! Por motivos de preguiça, mas é sobre os ***personagens*** e não as pessoas reais!

• Perdão qualquer erro de digitação! Tá tarde :")

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Era uma noite fria, mas não daquelas que caso quisesse ficar do lado de fora, precisaria de uma blusa muito quente, era uma noite calma, o céu estava claro e as estrelas estavam bem visíveis, Roier tinha certeza de que aquela era a primeira vez que viu tantas estrelas no céu com seus próprios olhos! A sensação era incrível

–Esse lugar é realmente especial – diz Roier em um tom calmo, aquela praça guardava muitas memórias

–Realmente, muito já aconteceu aqui – Cellbit diz enquanto se aproximava de Roier, que estava sentado na grama fria, contemplando a imensidão do céu

–Foi aqui que a gente se conheceu, não foi? – disse o mexicano, relembrando aquela doce memória

–Foi sim – Cellbit responde – Eu estava tomando café sentado, jogando uma partida de xadrez sozinho, e você chegou, perguntando se podia jogar junto... – o brasileiro completa, descrevendo aquele dia em que seus olhos se encontraram pela primeira vez, e tudo pareceu finalmente se encaixar

Cellbit se senta ao lado de Roier, que deita no ombro do loiro, agarrando seu braço, enquanto ele buscava sua outra mão, para poder segurá-la e mantê-lo mais perto ainda

Eles se mantém daquela maneira por um tempo, compartilhando um silencio confortavel e aquele carinho tão especial e confortante

–Por quê me chamou aqui ao invés da sua casa ou da minha? Eu percebi que você tá meio tristinho hoje – Cellbit diz, ele conhece seu namorado, sabe quando ele não está bem

–Você... – Roier suspira – Eu não te mereço... Você merece muito mais do que eu posso te oferecer...

–Ei, guapito, isso não é verdade – Cellbit se vira para Roier, colocando uma de suas na bochecha de Roier, que apoia o rosto na mesma – Você é a coisa mais especial que já me aconteceu, eu não tenho de que reclamar de ter você por perto, e tudo que você me oferece é muito mais do que eu sequer já tinha sonhado com!

Roier não responde, algumas lágrimas começam a rolar por seu rosto e ele busca o abraço de Cellbit, que corresponde, mantendo-o seguro em seus braços, dando assim a chance para Roier tirar toda aquela dor do peito

–Des da primeira vez que eu vi você, quando você escolheu falar com uma pessoa aleatória que estava jogando xadrez a sós na praça, quando a gente saiu juntos pela primeira vez naquele café pequeno perto da sua casa, e todos os outros segundos que eu estive com você, eu sabia que eu queria ter você ao meu lado para sempre

Cellbit afirma, confortando Roier com palavras

– Sabe... – Roier diz –Eu achava que você não iria gostar de mim por eu ser... sabe... trans... tive muitas más experiências com outras pessoas por causa disso, e fiquei com medo de tentar mais uma vez... – Ele completa, ainda abraçado à Cellbit

–Oh meu bem – o brasileiro diz, fazendo um cafuné no namorado –Eu te amaria até do avesso, cis, trans, não-binário, gênero-fluido, demiboy, independe, eu te amaria des de que fosse você, e eu te amo, porquê você é você! E é isso que te faz especial, seus olhos, seu jeito, sua risada, sua companhia, sua presença, você é o que te faz especial para mim! – Cellbit completa, enquanto olhava o namorado nos olhos, o acariciando e confortando enquanto falava

Roier então abraça-o novamente, deixando novamente aquela dor sair de seu peito, deixar aquele sentimento de tristeza e invalidade ir embora, trocando-os pelo amor que sentia sobre seu amado, e o mesmo sentia sobre ele

–Obrigado gatinho – Roier diz, em um sorriso gentil e genuíno –Eu não sei o que seria de mim agora sem você

Os dois então se aproximam, se beijando em diversos selinhos apaixonados, e depois indo até a casa de Cellbit, onde eles passam a noite juntos, com o conforto e o amor um do outro, sabendo que independente de tudo, os dois se amariam, porque independente da aparência, forma, gênero ou qualquer coisa, seriam eles ali, e era isso que importava

Fim *~☆

[tanuki-yuki]

Vent art again, but this time alittle bi more comical lmao, so here you go, disphoria demon

[1ntrvrt-shdw]

most days I feel like I don't have a name... like my birth day does NOT feel right, but I can't find one that does

[d0llyxtears]

Pretty boi ~

Still experimenting with gender identity/expression. I’ve been very very dysphoric lately and my family isn’t helping… so to elevate some of the discomfort I cut my hair and tried some masculine makeup…. Sadly I can’t wear my binder today because it’s being washed ….

Body/social dysphoria is really kicking my ass lately….

[digenerate-trash]

Being a pussy boi is great!

until its not :(

[nerdyfairy]

Tô whoever posted LGB shit under the gender dysphoria tag, I wonder if you slept well at night because I sure didn't because I dread for my life because of people like you

Also I hope you die in a fire btw

[only-a-flower]

i'm prolly gonna be back from my (parent-forced) "mental health" break soon.

:)