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springtyme · 3 months

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x afab!reader (18+ mdni!)

word count: 952 - smut under the cut!

Can’t stop thinking about how Kyle would be the perfect boyfriend when you’re on your period…

He will always have a hot water bottle ready for you, and on the rare occasion that he doesn’t, he’ll use his hands, gently pressing his big, warm palms against your abdomen as he tries to soothe your cramps. He’s so attentive, never leaving your side when you’re in pain.

Whether it’s bringing you a cup of hot tea, a cosy blanket, or just holding your hand, he always knows exactly what you need. He’ll massage your back with gentle strokes, easing the tension and making you feel like the weight of the world is lifted off your shoulders.

He is a champ in the pad aisle, asking all the right questions about what you need. He won’t shy away from the “embarrassing” items and instead, he’ll confidently march through the aisle, picking up what you need, making sure you have everything you need to feel comfortable during your period. He genuinely finds men who are uncomfortable with the subject dumb and childish.

Back at home, he’ll surprise you with a thoughtful care package filled with all your favourite snacks, painkillers, and even a little assortment of pampering items like face masks and bath bombs. He knows that sometimes a little self-care goes a long way in soothing both physical and emotional discomfort.

He’ll give you all the cuddles you need, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. He understands the power of physical touch to provide comfort and reassurance, and he never hesitates to give you all the affection you crave.

These little acts of thoughtfulness remind you just how lucky you are to have him by your side.

He’ll shower you with words of love and encouragement, reminding you that you’re strong and capable, even when your body feels anything but. In his arms, you feel safe, loved, and understood. He is not just a partner, but a true companion who goes above and beyond to make sure you feel loved and supported. With him, every period becomes just a little bit easier to bear.

And even when your period is over, he doesn’t forget about your needs. He continues to show love and care, always prioritising your well-being. He understands that menstruation can sometimes leave you feeling drained and emotionally exhausted, so he makes it a point to be patient and understanding during those post-period days.

And if period sex is something you’re into, then he is more than willing to accommodate your desires. He loves any way he can provide relief for you and alleviate your cramps. He sees it as a way to connect with you and provide comfort during a sensitive time.

He approaches it with care and understanding, always checking in with you to make sure you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself. He is always attentive to your needs, but when you’re on your period he makes even more of an effort to make sure everything is perfect for you. He will make sure to take things slow and gentle (if that’s what you prefer). He’s understanding of any discomfort you may experience and never pushes you beyond your limits.

He never rushes you or makes you feel guilty for not being in the mood, but when you are, he is more than eager to please you. He takes the time to set the mood, dimming the lights and playing soft, soothing music in the background. He wants you to feel relaxed and comfortable in every aspect.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he will whisper softly in your ear as he kisses your neck, his hands gently exploring your body and finding all the right spots that bring you pleasure.

He listens to your cues and always encourages you to communicate openly about what feels good and what doesn’t. His main focus is always your pleasure and satisfaction. As he moves inside you, he does so with care and tenderness, never forgetting that your body may need a more gentle touch during this time. He takes his time, savouring every moment, and constantly checks in with you to ensure that you are enjoying yourself. With each thrust, he showers you with praise and encouragement, reminding you of your beauty and strength.

He knows that the release of endorphins during sex can actually help soothe cramps and elevate your mood, so he is determined to make this experience as pleasurable as possible for you. “You are so incredible, baby,” he will whisper in your ear, his voice filled with genuine love and admiration.

Afterwards, he’ll hold you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, as you bask in the afterglow. He strokes your skin lovingly, whispering sweet words of affection and gratitude. He wants you to feel loved and cared for, not just during your period, but always.

He will be so thorough and gentle with aftercare, making sure you’re comfortable and well taken care of. He understands that your body may need some extra care and attention after sex, especially during your period. He’ll help you get dressed if you need it, and then snuggle up with you, providing a safe and comforting space for you to rest and recover.

He never makes you feel ashamed or embarrassed about your period, but instead loves and embraces every part of you. He truly is your rock, your comfort, and your partner in every sense of the word. With him, every period becomes a time of deep connection and intimacy, reminding you that you are loved and cherished no matter what. He is a true gem, a partner who never fails to prioritise your pleasure and well-being.

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daisynik7 · 4 months

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Pairing: Alucard x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: vampires, blood, periods, smut – cunnilingus during a period, vaginal sex (doggy), creampie

Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, thanks for all those who encouraged me by saying they'd read this hehe. Enjoy! Divider by @/ohmarigold!

It’s been a little less than a month since you waltzed into the desolate castle nearly ten miles from your hometown. You’ve heard the rumors about it through whispers on the streets and drunken confessions at the bar. It’s Dracula’s estate, the bearer of demons and disaster, though he has since perished. It’s been told that the deed was done at the hands of his own son, Adrian Tepes, better known as Alucard. Surely, you had to check this out for yourself to see if the legend stands true.

What you didn’t predict was falling for the allusive charm of the son of Dracula. That you’d be living here as a permanent resident and take the role as Alucard’s forever human plaything. And that you love it. You love him. In the span of a few short weeks, you’ve completely abandoned your mundane life to share your exciting future with this dhampir. It really is something out of legends.

Tonight, you lie in bed with him, snuggled close to his body. His breath tickles you, his fangs barely grazing skin as he presses delicate kisses along your neck. You giggle, running your hand through his silky hair, tugging him back to kiss him on the mouth. “Adrian,” you whisper, sucking on his bottom lip.

His fingers are nimble on your thighs, inching their way closer and closer to your arousal until you grab at his wrist, stopping him. He looks at you, confused. “What is it, darling?”

Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment, turning your head the other direction to avoid his brilliant gaze on you. “I’m bleeding,” you answer meekly.

“Bleeding?”

You nod, confirming it, still too shy to look him in the eyes. He contemplates for a few seconds, understanding what you’re trying to say to him. Then, he laughs softly, giving you a delicate smooch on the cheek. “Oh, sweetheart. You think that’s going to stop me?” He nuzzles your ear, voice low and sultry. “I’m even hungrier for it now.”

Your cheeks burn, simultaneously flustered and aroused as he quickly positions himself between your legs, his golden eyes burning into yours, full of lust and desire. He tugs at your undergarments, already a dark spot of crimson leaking through it. Without hesitation, he sticks his tongue out, lapping at it for a taste before puckering his lips to suck on the damp fabric. He hums, delighting in the taste of you, of your blood. The mere thought of it makes you dizzy but seeing him smirk at you with your ruined panties between his lips has you aching. “Touch me, Adrian,” you beg, voice trembling.

He pulls your underwear down your legs, breath warm on your loins as he speaks. “Touch you how, sweetheart?” He knows exactly what you want, but he’s going to torment you just a bit for almost denying him this pleasure. “Like this?” He licks a stripe on your clit, causing you to squirm from the sudden contact.

“Yes, Adrian, fuck!” you cry out, your shout echoing from the high ceilings of his bedroom.

“You want me to taste you, is that right?” he taunts, giving you another stroke of his tongue, this time slower and more deliberate.

You nod frantically, clutching the sheets beneath you. He smiles, kissing the plush of your thigh, relenting his cruel teasing. “Of course, my love. I’ll give you whatever it is that you want.” He slides down, his mouth at your wet cunt, glistening with fresh blood and arousal. He licks his lips, ready to indulge in this fine meal you’ve laid before him.

His thumb rests on your throbbing clit, massaging deep circles into it while he laps at your slit, consuming every single drop of you. Soon, his lips are smeared rouge, his fangs stained red, his pristine skin blushing scarlet, completely enthralled in devouring you. He bucks his hips against the bed, desperate for friction on his hardening cock. A guttural moan emits from his throat as he fucks you into an orgasm with his tongue and fingers, eager to drink all of your juices up.

“You taste divine,” he purrs. “May I keep going?”

And who are you to deny a vampire of their deepest desires? You give him a weak nod, spreading your legs wider, body already quivering from ecstasy. He pleasures you into three more orgasms until your brain is mush and your limbs are limp against the sheets. Finally, he finishes inside you, taking you from behind, fucking his seed deep into your womb. He watches with a wanton gaze as he pulls out, cock dripping with your combined mess.

Alucard really is a legend, and you’re more than happy to have found that out for yourself.

#alucard castlevania #alucard x reader #alucard smut #alucard x you #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes x you #adrian tepes smut #castlevania netflix #castlevania smut #cw periods #tw periods

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shdo-xplosion · 1 year

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HEAT • e. todoroki •°. *࿐

warnings: stepcest, periods, period sex, fingering, infidelity (not really dwelled upon), use of “daddy”, enji is a human heating pad *1.3k words

notes: its about to be that time of the month *sob sob* and i am in a bad brain mood that makes me wanna do nothing except cuddle with my heating pad so here we are! manga cap colored n edited by moi (*꒦ິ³꒦ີ)

Enji hates seeing you like this, his little angel, overtaken by fatigue and pain. You’ve been lounging on the couch for most of the day, moving from one position to another in hopes of finding temporary relief. Enji had been eyeing the calendar in preparation, picking a few things up from the nearby store so that you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty head.

But soft silicon discs and organic chocolate can only do so much. You keep swapping out your heating pad for the full heated blanket, keep curling up only to get up and walk around, and Enji can only take so much whining. It’s not that he’s irritated—never with you—he just hates seeing you in pain.

“Come here, baby,” he sighs, taking a seat on the far end of the couch and patting one of his humongous thighs.

You look at him with a hesitant sort of hope, “are you sure, daddy?” waiting for him to nod before scrambling over and slotting yourself on his lap.

You sit facing him, chest to chest, your head resting on his burly shoulder as Enji allows his hands to heat up. He slips them under your threadbare shirt, placing them on the small of your back just over your kidneys. Your relieved sigh comes out as more of a moan, your body melting against his.

Enji has gotten better about keeping his hands off of you, his precious step-daughter. What started as a curiosity turned into an accident that formed a habit. A very bad habit. It isn’t illegal. You’re in your twenties for Christ’s sake. But, it isn’t right. Enji shouldn’t be touching you like this. But, you want him to, especially on days like this.

“I know you’re the number one hero n’ all,” you hum, nuzzling against his throat, “and your job is to fight villains, but… I think your true calling is period relief.”

Enji laughs deeply, slowly working his thumbs into your back. “I don’t do this for just anyone, you know.”

“I know, I know.” You place a feather light kiss to his neck, and Enji damns himself when he feels his cock twitch under you. “Just saying. If hero work doesn’t pan out…”

He doesn’t respond, trying to stay in his right mind as you shift over him. You get comfortable where you lean against him, legs parted on either side of him, and for a little while Enji just sits and watches the asinine drama you have playing on the TV, rubbing small circles into your muscles.

It isn’t like he’s had these feelings since you were young. You and your mother came into his life when you were nearly 18 already, and his mind didn’t start betraying him until a few years after that. Enji isn’t sure if it’s the slew of worthless boys you keep bringing around to meet him, the constant threats on your life, or his own struggle with mortality, but something has Enji going a little crazy in recent months. Something is giving him an insatiable need to protect and take care of you. To make you his.

He doesn’t look at you the same way he looks at his other children, nor does he see you the same way he saw Rei or how he sees your mother. You're something else entirely. Quirkless but fearless, a force to be reckoned with yet so easy to be brought to your knees when it’s your dear daddy asking.

It was just a one time thing when you came home crying after a break up and Enji helped you forget about that stupid boy. Just a special occasion when you got all dressed up for the gala and Enji took you in your bedroom after everyone else had gone ahead. And, all the nights he saunters into your room while you’re knuckle deep in your pussy, trying so hard to get yourself off—that’s just so you can both get some rest. He doesn’t want you like that because it would be wrong. No way for the Number One hero to behave or think. They’re just little lapses in judgment here and there.

“Daddy?”

Enji grunts in response, toes curling at the sound of your voice cooing such a suggestively innocent title.

“Still hurts,” you whisper.

He warms his hands against your back a bit more, palms probably an uncomfortable temperature to anyone who isn’t seeking heat therapy.

“Any better?”

You shake your head, rubbing your face back and forth into his neck. “Inside. It’s…” He can hear your teeth slide against one another as you clench your jaw tightly. “Just hurts.”

He feels the way you spread your legs further, bearing down on him. It isn’t subtle. You may not be saying it with your mouth, but you’re all but rubbing your covered pussy over his hardening cock, a silent plea.

“You think that’ll help?” Enji questions, well aware of his baritone voice and the effect it has on you.

You shiver in his lap and nod. “S’long as you’re gentle.”

Tilting his head to the side, he guides your chin on his shoulder until you’re eye to eye with one another. “Aren’t I always?” Enji hasn’t always been known to be a soft man. In fact, his reputation has always been about being cruel, harsh, with no room for mercy. Things change over time, though, and even if they hadn’t, you would be the exception.

He helps you off of him so that you can shimmy out of your cloth shorts and panties. You tell him these are special made for periods, to absorb blood, “but if you want me to put a disc in really quick…”

Enji hushes you, fighting not to roll his eyes. “I’m not scared of a little blood, honey.”

To prove his point, he guides you back to his lap, slipping two thick fingers between your folds. Enji doesn’t push them further, just gathers the warm fluid coating your lips, teasing your hole with it. You grip his shoulders, face scrunched up.

“I’m going to give you one now, hm?” he warns, slowly delving his middle finger into the heat of your cunt. You take him easily, aided by your arousal and blood. As promised, Enji is slow and careful as he stretches you, watching for your expression to relax before adding his second finger.

“Alright, turn around, sweet girl,” he softly commands, waiting for you to face outward before guiding your hips down to meet his. Your body tenses when his fat cockhead slips into you, and Enji holds still so that you can adjust to his size. He lets you set the pace from there, delighting in the way that you slowly ease yourself down on his cock. Little by little, inch by inch, your walls spasming around his length until you settle right in his lap.

You let out a shaky breath, legs trembling, but it all goes away when Enji ushers you to his chest, letting you lean back as he places his hot hands over the lower part of your tummy. The angle has his cock pressed against your front wall, spongy tissue swelling around him, and just like that you find your relief.

“Feels so much better,” you say. Your voice isn’t slurred or all pleasure-rich despite Enji being able to feel your body’s reaction to him. No, you are content, at peace after a full day of discomfort.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod and giggle, “need to remember this for next time. Who needs Midol when I can just have this cock?”

Enji groans, shifting his hips to push his tip straight against your cervix.

“You can have it whenever you need, angel,” he mutters, brushing his lips over your shoulder and expertly kneading the tender skin of your hips. “Just say the word and daddy will come to your rescue.”

2023 ©️shidou-x. please do not plagiarize or repost my work in any other platforms.

#enji todoroki x reader #endeavor x reader #endeavor smut #enji todoroki smut #bnha x reader #tw periods #tw stepcest #tw pseudocest

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aquitainequeen · 2 months

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Because I am on the rack of my own hormones, I'm fairly sure Tolkien never considered the matter and I've always been curious about this:

#tolkien #tolkien elves #tolkien legendarium #menstruation #tw periods #tw menstruation #j.r.r. tolkien #middle earth #lotr #elves

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zorosdimples · 5 days

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you’re about to have sex with your fave for the first time and you’re thrilled; it wasn’t exactly planned, but dinner went well, and you’re back at his place (trying not to rip each other’s clothes off the second you step through the doorway).

before you meet him in his bedroom, you go to the restroom, and are horrified to discover that your body clearly hates you because you just started your cycle. it’s obviously not how you envisioned your first time together, and you’re worried that you’re going to have to call off the night’s activities.

it’s embarrassing—walking into the bedroom and not quite meeting his eye when you explain to him that it’s your time of the month. but what’s perhaps even more embarrassing is the way that he cocks his eyebrow and tilts his head in confusion.

“that’s not a problem for me,” he says. “is it for you?”

you quickly shake your head. “oh—um, i just don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

he takes a step closer to you. “is anything off-limits?”

you let out an exasperated chuckle. “what do you mean?”

“is it okay if i still go down on you?”

you can’t help the way that your eyes widen and your knees shake. “you want to go down on me even though i’m bleeding?”

he closes the gap between you, hands coming to rest heavily on your hips. “why do you sound so surprised? i want to enjoy all of you. a little blood won’t hurt me.”

#poorly worded idea!!!!!!! being hword about blood #guys i have been bleeding for 3 weeks so im going to be extra weird about blood #tw periods #cw periods

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ghouljams · 5 months

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IM SORRY BUT DID WITCH GO CONFRONT PRICE NAKEDDDDD????? OMG THE LITTLE MINX ❤️❤️

Well if she'd gotten dressed she wouldn't have been able to angrily point at the mark. And I think the whole exchange goes very... bad lol

You storm out of your room and smack Price's arm, he coughs on his tea, attempting to keep it from spilling as he set it down to look at you. His eyes move over your body like he isn't sure where he's supposed to look, or what he wants to look at the most. You point at his name still curling affectionately over your hips, cradling your womb. You are fuming. Price's eyes stick to the letters like glue.

"You put your name on me?" You can't believe he'd do something like this. Well, actually you can. This tracks more than you'd like it to, but it's the principal of it. Price can't just slap his name on you and call it done. He doesn't say anything, his eyes boring holes into you, black eating the edges of his icy irises. You take that as a sign to continue. "So, what? Instead of me, responsibly, trapping my magic so I don't get eaten I'm supposed to rely on another fae seeing your name on me and getting scared?"

You watch his lips part, smoke pouring from between them. Not with the usual weight that makes it flow like water, this smoke lifts and floats around you. You cross your arms over your chest to keep from smacking him again. Ignoring you is a new low for him.

"Price," You snap, and it does seem to snap something in him. Price surges forward, hands gripping your hips to pull you in to meet his lips as they press against your stomach. He slides out of his chair to trace his mouth over the letters painted on your skin, to press furtive kisses along the lines of his mark. He rocks back onto his feet, crouched as he stares at you with such appreciative longing you can't think of what you were mad about.

You remember when his grip shifts and he hauls you over his shoulder like a sack of flower.

"You are in so much trouble," You press, trying to sound stern as he carries you back towards your room.

"Not as much as you are." He tells you with all the cool of a forest fire.

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ciematis · 3 days

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bloodhound starring yuuji itadori.

content warning: no pronouns used, but reader is implied to be dfab.

reader is dealing with their period/pms.

roughhousing/fighting (they are training), scent kink, yuuji and reader are 18+, sukuna is here too yuuji. funky (very slight) mind-control/subtle influence aspects. perverted thoughts. reader is annoyed by everything. no penetration/sex. yuuji smells you ovulating lmao? begging (from yuuji). dry humping. idk i was just writing shit and the plot got outta hand.

Yuuji’s changed since Sukuna came along.

Not something you acknowledged at first - of course, it would be within reason to anticipate some degree of pushback from the curse. A never before seen bond between human and … less-than-benevolent spirit was sure to have some stubborn aftereffects. It seems that little whisper of a king took care to extend his influence more permanently than you’d appreciate, frankly.

Yuuji’s senses have been unnaturally keen as of late. Not the ‘notice your new haircut’ kind of attentive - that natural knowledge that comes with closeness - but,

eerily observant. Sukuna’s cohabitation of Yuuji’s body seemed to have bolstered his olfactory systems in bizarre ways. Or maybe the curse had just gotten attached to the scent of your flesh.

Like when he noticed when you ran out of lavender shampoo, you started using citrus. Or when he shouted in front of ‘Gumi and Nobara about how you definitely changed your perfume. Weird shit. Mr. Paying-Too-Much-Attention just tried to brush it off.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was keeping tabs on you. He tried to be completely normal otherwise - even apologized about the perfume; though Megumi and Nobara ensure you never hear the end of it.

But he’s doing it again right now. In the lull of your training, he seems stunned for a moment; seemingly overtaken by the presence of something around him. When you ask ‘what?’, he responds with a question.

“Do you smell that?” He huffs the air like he’s starved for it, the genuine curiosity bouncing around in his eyes confounding more than it intrigued. His eyes are half-lid, dogged and low, like a bloodhound taking index of nearby quarries. He’s paused your flow, stopped your energy, and besides; “The only thing I can smell is you.” You scowl. You stand with your arms akimbo, lips subtly quirked in irritation. He looks gagged by that response, but keeps breathing deep; lids fluttering delicately to half-lids.

“Yuuji.” You go to cross your arms, glaring daggers. “Yuuji, c’mon, I need you to focus.” “Mmn." His nose wriggles; it's a little cute. "But it smells so good… You sure you didn’t bring food in here? I can’t focus with that- ah - smell.” He seems labored by it, but it’s not so strange for Yuuji to be incredibly dramatic about most things. “It smells like…mhn.” Failing to describe the scent, you rapidly find yourself disinterested in his little moment. But he’s insistent on having it.

He licks his lips til’ they shine under the fluorescent, fanged teeth poking from his upper lip as he makes a face. A brutal, not-quite-smile, then something else, reserved as he retained the barest hint of control. He looked feral, like a wolf twitching with pent up aggression, holding out for the fawn to tottle past.

You occasionally envied his inclination towards the eccentric- frankly freaky sometimes- but sadly, at present you lacked the patience. You’re not playing games this week, and definitely not today.

It feels like everything and everyone’s been pissing you off for like half the week. Nobody seems to be on the right timing - no, not even Nobara, who seems more to your speed even when you’re in a bad mood with the rest of them. Nothing happened (you think) to make you feel angry, this pent up, but you think the others have noticed and politely adjusted their behavior. Giving you more space during breaks, keeping conversations to polite banter and short chats, getting you snacks…

Oh, now he’s starting to make you a little hungry. That’s what you think it is, that low simper in your belly as your vexation grows; tired of his antics. “Stop fucking around, man. I know this shit comes easy to you - or whatever - but I’m not letting you get me behind on training. Stand up.” The demand in your voice doesn’t seem to inspire motivation. Rather it just makes him annoyed, his brows now furrowed as he (bordering on obsessively) sniffs the air. Gets a whiff of something beautiful. Like blood pumping through veins, decadent, succulent, dripping, and raw. Rubs a bit of drool from his lips.

Sukuna’s been chittering in the time you weren’t. A faint locust buzz crescendos into airplanes flying overhead, a mantra tittering in the back of his head over and over again.

It’s you. It’s you, It’s you, It’s you, It’s you. Sukuna didn’t have to tell him that, really - he’s not that dumb - but forgive him for wanting to pretend like you’re not making him tent his sweatpants. He’s been smelling you all week - and after that argument with you and the gang on Tuesday, apparently nobody else noticed anything had changed. Granted, it’s not like he hates it; quite the contrary, actually…

You smell too good. Like a forbidden delicacy; savory and not too sweet. Oh, if only he could get you on his tongue. The thought is as foreign as it is tantalizing. He’s quick to assume Sukuna has something to do with it - but when he’s still having those thoughts when Sukuna hasn’t spoken to him in days, he’d think it irresponsible to not take some accountability for it. He scowls to himself, glancing at you in his periphery as you practice your striking form.

(You dance through the air, the power in your thrust brought forth from the entirety of your body; each muscle, moving in perfect sync. The more you work yourself up - the stronger the scent of you gets. It’s like a pheromone, wafting irritatingly through the space, driving him fucking mad -)

“Your yearning is pathetic.” Yuuji’s mouth goes dry as Sukuna’s mouth splits open a space behind his ear; but you must not hear him - too busy slicing through nothing. “I’ve never understood playing with your food. If you’re strong enough to take the sorcerer - they’re yours to be had.” He reflexively goes to shut him up.

You’ve barely wanted to be near him all week. Or any of the gang, really. You’ve been acting differently, too. Quicker to anger and cutthroat, more territorial - less affectionate. You’re only training together because you pressed him for it, like you were dead set on showing him up.

He thinks you’re doing fine. (Sukuna thinks it’s cute how hard you try).

You step too close and Yuuji’s head snaps to you on cue, and for a moment you think something’s wrong. He’s perched low down, searching you. Considering you, staring you up with that look. You recognize it - better suited to a battlefield and carnage - but it’s good to know he’s finally paying you attention. A full-minded, beady-eyed focus, as if you were a spirit in need of exorcism. He looks hungry for it.

You shuffle back reflexively, too wired to go down to some low-blow. “Oh? You ready to get back to it then?” You resume your offense, leaning into your stance as you watch Yuuji stagger to his legs almost drunkenly; and yet not taking his eyes off you. He balls his hands up into fists, feet shifting into position. “Yeah. I think m’ready. If you are.” His curtness is greatly appreciated, though you can’t help but quirk your brow at his change of pace. You squat lower, tighten your grip on your training weapon.

You push in at the same time. The point of contact - his fist and your naginata - disappears in a void of darkness. Tendrils of black jut out in all directions, and all you hear is the crrrr - ACK! of your wooden instrument; split clean in two as the ‘sharp’ end goes flying and leaving you with the blunted shaft. He’s on top of you as soon as you recover, reaching forward with a quick jab you barely dodge.

The sweat runs off your forehead as you dart backwards, swiftly slamming the wooden handle down into his skull. The naginata cracks into nothing. He is hardly winded.

He reaches out for you and you dive to the side, throwing up your arm to shield your chest before Yuuji nearly caves it in.

“-shit!”

You’re gasping, nearly falling on your ass as the force of Yuuji’s kick knocks the air out of your lungs.

“- ah, fuck -”

There’s a feeling besides fear, there. A sudden shuddering in your limbs and a faintness in your head that makes you drop low to the ground, your legs wobbling ever so slightly,

before they give, the blood rushing away from your head as a new pain blooms deep within your stomach. It joins the one in your chest, tormenting you.

Yuuji’s on top of you when your vision returns from black (did you close your eyes? You hadn’t noticed), half concerned and half… well -

He’s got you pinned to the training mat below, weight audaciously pressing into your stomach as he plants himself firmly on top of you. There’s something hard down there, jabbing insistently into you that perplexes you for only a second; until his face tells you everything to know.

His gaze is hazy, like he’s coming off that high but not quite - got your arms pinned above your head even if he no longer needs to use that kind of force. His face is red, blushed from ear to ear, and your analysis is momentarily interrupted by his voice cutting through the silence.

“Well, I won,” He huffs, rocking his hips a little. “Don’t I get a prize? Y’know - for winning?” He leans more to your level. You’re in no rush to buck him off - the pressure doesn’t feel that bad; actually.

"What?"

Your voice is breathy and incredulous when you fully come to.

“You want a fucking cookie or somethin’?” To your amusement, he nods excitedly. One of his hands leaves yours to slowly trail down your front. That focus still hadn’t lifted from him, his attention concentrated solely on the line he’s driving down your stomach.

“Yeah, something like that.”

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megistusdiary · 20 days

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woke up uncomfortable because i'm on my period, but it got me thinking of period sex with arlecchino, tbh.

(tw: period sex, afab and transfem arle mentions)

i think she would have no qualms with fucking you while you're on your period. it's just blood, plus it's from you, and she loves you dearly.

why waste multiple days a month being unable to fuck you, when you can both play around during then?

if she's also afab and has periods, she would also do the same on her period. orgasms ease cramping pain for her, and a twisted part of her likes seeing red on your skin.

if she's transfem (pre-surgery), she would happily fuck you, watching red coat the more pale base of her cock when she eases it in and out of you.

she prefers to be clean usually, but she doesn't mind a mess only if it's you. plus, she'll clean you both right up afterward.

a nice, warm bath followed by a quick shower. and she knows you won't say no to that.

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nebulousmedic · 4 months

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Sometimes you just gotta give your faves cramps, yknow?

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strawberry-cowmilk · 8 months

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the brothers buying period products for mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, but mc is able to have periods. not proof read

content warnings: periods, this too is lowkey a joke post (the brothers have no idea what they are doing)

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Lucifer

when you ask him to buy you some period stuff he didn't think much of it, how hard could it be?

first he picks up some other stuff like snacks and maybe a plushie but then he gets to the period aisle

lucifer thought there would be one type of pad not eight whole shelves of different stuff

he didn't want to look like he had no idea what he was doing so he grabbed one thing that looked good to him and left

that thing being the thickest, longest maxi pad under the sun

Mammon

he looks up on his ddd 'how to help a menstruating human' and he goes all out

mammon goes to the mall and buys you everything that was on his phone, whether you actually need it or not

when he finally got to the period products he was shocked, he wanted to call you and ask what you usually use but he wanted to do it on his own to look good

so what does mammon do? buy every type of pad and tampon in every size, every cup, every period underwear and arrive home with five large bags full of stuff

Leviathan

he's not too happy about having to go outside but he wants to help you (he can't go ordering your stuff on akuzon)

levi actually asked you to send a picture of what product or products you usually use, it's just his luck that everything at the store was sold out and he has no idea what a good alternative is

he buys one small chocolate bar so he can leave the store with less awkwardness and calls you for help before going in again and (hopefully) getting the right thing

he adores you, but he doesn't wanna do that ever again

Satan

he thought he knew what to do but your ddd keeps getting spammed by satan sending you photos of single products asking 'is this it?'

eventually after product number 15 he gets frustrated and asks you to tell him what he needs to get

even with your instructions, satan still had to ask an employee at the store for help

after he finally got his hands on the most important stuff, he quickly gets you some snacks and a book

Asmodeus

he's been with menstruating partners before so he felt like he would be a little more educated on the matter compared to one of his brothers

asmo was wrong because this man accidentally got incontinence pads instead of pads for periods

he got the wrong thing a whopping five times so he went back and forth between the store and house a lot

if you're feeling up to it he'll let you soak in his bath to make up for taking so long

Beelzebub

he's so sweet for getting you the biggest teddy bear he could find (it was half his size) and every snack under the sun you like

but when it comes to buying the actual period product? he doesn't know what to do

like mammon he just buys a bunch of stuff hoping you find something useful

said stuff includes literal tissue paper, a sponge and a towel but also actual useful products made for periods

Belphegor

he arrives at the period aisle and just stares at the shelves for five minutes before calling you for help (he didn't even look at the stuff closely he saw a ton of stuff that looked the same to him and internally panicked)

'you need a maxi pad? what color is the box there's a lot of types. wait, blue? what font are the letters? okay I've narrowed it down to three boxes'

in the end he had a pretty good hunch of which product you needed but still felt like he did something wrong

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tkwrites · 28 days

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Let the Cleaners Deal With It - Quinn Hughes x Sarah (ofc)

Photo from Pinterest

Title: Let the Cleaners Deal With It

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (OFC)

Warnings: Periods, Menstruation, talks of blood, and embarrassment. If I missed something, please let me know.

Summary: When Quinn wakes to Sarah frantically cleaning after unexpectedly getting her period, he insists she let the cleaners deal with it.

Word Count: 750

Comments: Thank you to the Lovely Anon who requested this. Your request came in, and my mind immediately started whirring.

I saw you like fancfic ideas. for the Quinn and Sarah series: Maybe Sarah gets her period at an inconvenient place and Quinn helps her deal with it. Or maybe she bleeds through while she’s sleeping and he’s super sweet about it. Major fluff

Let the Cleaners Deal with it

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

It was too early for either of them to be up. The city lights were still visible through the windows, the inky night sky spilling out behind their artificial glow. Even still, Sarah was up and rustling around. From her movement, she sounded almost frantic.

“What are you doing?” Quinn asked. His voice was groggier than he expected and he cleared his throat.

“I'm just - cleaning up.”

“What?” he asked, sitting up.

She blew a harsh breath out of her nose, “I got my period.”

With an ice cube in one hand and paper towels in the other, she was trying to work the blood out of his soft, expensive sheets.

Now that his eyes had adjusted to the dim Quinn could see the small spot on the gray-blue material. Scooting closer, he reached for her hand, stopping the frenzied way she was attacking it with the ice. “You don't need to do that. The cleaners can get it out.”

She made a noise in her throat, pulled her wrist out of his grasp, and continued on. “Quinn I got blood on your sheets. It's better to get it out now while it's fresh so it won't stain,” she said, pressing the paper towel down to soak up the blood and water.

This time, he reached out and took the ice cube from her hand. He regretted it immediately. Even though it forced her to stop, he didn’t have anywhere to put it. Now it was melting, cold water trickling between his fingers

She finally looked up and met his eyes, embarrassment all over her pretty face.

He knew he was still partially asleep, but he didn’t know why she was making such a big deal of this. It’s not like she could help it. “Why are you so worried?”

“I'm twenty seven years old. I've been getting a period for thirteen fucking years. I should have a handle on this by now,” she said, arms crossing over her chest as her shoulders shrugged almost to her ears as if she were trying to hide.

Quinn rubbed his eyes, willing his mind to wake. “Didn’t you tell me last week that your IUD makes it so your cycle is hard to predict?”

“Yeah.”

“So how would you know it was coming?”

“I don't know,” she said, exasperated, throwing her hands up.

“Do you need anything? Tampons or whatever?”

“No, I had a disc in my bag.”

“Do you have cramps? Do you need me to get you some Tylenol or get you off?”

She arched an eyebrow.

“What? Isn't having an orgasm supposed to help with period cramps?”

“Yeah, but why do you know that?”

“I've had other girlfriends, Sar,” he reminded gently. “I know because they told me.”

She wrinkled her nose, not liking to think about his past girlfriends.

“So no cramps? Or yes, cramps?”

“No. I don't really get them anymore with the IUD. I'm just really fucking embarrassed,” she said, her free hand covering her eyes.

“This is just your body doing what it does, except it didn't give you any warning,” Quinn said. “I promise the cleaners can get it out. They’ve gotten all kinds of stains out of my clothes before.”

Her shoulders dropped, almost defeated.

“Come back to bed,” he said, scooting back to his side, and wiping his hand on the duvet cover.

“The sheets are all wet now,” she said, pressing the paper towels in again, attempting to soak up the moisture.

He tsked. “Guess you’ll have to sleep on top of me then,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

She laughed and threw the paper towels in the trash can.

Slipping under the covers, she didn’t get on top of him, but she did crowd into his half of the bed.

“Thank you for being so understanding about this,” she said, her voice quiet and chagrined.

“It’s not like you can help it,” he said, rolling onto his side so he could pull her against him and tuck his nose into her hair.

She tried to fall back to sleep, but it didn’t come. She couldn’t get his casual invitation to get her off out of her mind.

“Quinn,” she whispered a little later, trailing her fingers up his arm.

“Hmm?” His voice was low and sleepy.

“Does that offer to get me off still stand?”

He huffed a laugh into her hair, even as his hand inched down her stomach. “Did those cramps set in?”

“Something like that.”

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