#menstration

[sm-baby]

Do yall ever just

[i-eat-worlds]

actually obsessed with “living weapon gets period for first time and thinks they’re dying”

[milkfreaker]

Stealing bc op is a transphobe <3 not everyone who menstruates/has a uterus is a woman, and pcos is an intersex condition

edit to add: you are a tar pit if you argue with me about PCOS/PMOS not being an intersex condition. 1) this is not what this post is about 2) it is widely accepted by the intersex community as such and we don't need the (abusive) medical fields approval

[danglingraspberries]

Day 6: Blood Kink

Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Reader

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It was indistinguishable, the irony scent of human blood—her blood. Carlisle was already starving, tracking a deer in the nearby forest to feed, but when his nose caught a whiff of her, panic ensued.

His ears, as he rushed back, heard a slew of soft curses and groans of pain.

Had somebody hurt her? How would they; he made sure they were housed deep in the forest. Although, he never put anything past other vampires when it came to the smell of human blood. Humans, also, prove time again to be different types of monsters.

Just as he reached their doors, his panic began to subside for some reason. He sensed no danger.

“Honey?” He followed the scent, nose picking up something a little different as well. “I smell blood. Everything…ok…?”

His words trailed off as he found her, curled up in the bedroom. rocking slowly against the covers.

“Yeah,” she practically whispered, “C-cramps…!” Her head pushed into the pillow a little deeper as a particularly sharp pain racked through her.

Carlisle understood then what was happening. “M’sorry, sweetheart. You take anything?” He sat next to her, rubbing soothing circles into her bare thigh.

She nodded, barely so, “Mhm.” She leaned into his touch, ice cold fingers cooling her overheated body.

He watched her quietly, still soothing her as much as he could. He then smelled as a small gush left her, hunger and ideas swirling in his head.

Carlisle looked at her, hand drifting up, “I could make it better,” he offered, “for a while…” he bit his lip, trying to calm the storm that swirled between his senses.

She turned, eyes sweetly peering up at him, “How?”

He regarded her gaze, seeing nothing but confusion and pain glossing them over. Carlisle handled her gently, turning her on her back, rubbing his hands along her hips, “Orgasm.”

She took a quick breath, chest rising as he kissed her thighs. He could smell her body wash and matching lotion, assuming she’d just gotten out of the shower.

Carlisle slowly shucked her shorts and panties, watching as her face urged him on, trusting his word as both her lover and as a doctor. He pushed her legs apart, head dipping to the inside of her thigh to kiss once more.

He pulled the little white string, her hole no longer stuffed with cotton. She whimpered at the sensation, hips bucking in response.

He was quick to discard it, then returned to his place between her thighs.

Carlisle withheld a growl, the smell of her blood becoming more pungent and strong. He knew some human men didn’t truly mind menstruation, but as a vampire and a man, he loved it.

The scent between her thighs was always inviting, but adding blood on top of that had Carlisle’s mind numb with greed.

It’s okay, sweetheart,” He stared at his meal, “you’re okay.” He took an experimental lick, tongue collecting small drops from her hole. The combined taste of her slick and blood had him reeling. He pulled away, regaining as much composure as he could.

“Carlisle…” She all but whimpered as yet another gut punching pain hit her, “…I need…!” She looked down at him, eyes begging just as much as her mouth.

He spread her legs wider, diving back into a meal that was way better than deer blood. He stuck his tongue deep into her, her hips bucking at the relief. He was getting the sap straight from the source, growling pleasantly when a smaller gush landed on his tastebuds.

Carlisle swallowed it all, one hand moving to grip the sheets below as he spread his lips and tongue all over her cunt.

As much as she was enjoying it, the temporary relief from pain, the heightened exposure to pleasure, she knew Carlisle was enjoying it just as much—if not more. If his sounds weren’t evidence enough, the way he was lapping like an animal, like a bear desperate for all the honey in a hive, was all the evidence she needed.

And when she felt her orgasm approaching, she gave a hard tug on his hair, pushing him closer as she ground her hips into his face.

He pulled away for a second to admire her disheveled state, arm snaking around a thigh so his fingers could play with her clit.

“Carlisle!” Her head was upturned to the sky, free hand fisting the sheets as her other pushed him back down. He answered by speeding up his pace on her clit, tongue still delving into her body with no intention to stop.

Then, without warning, she let out a long moan, legs quivering around his head as she finished. She damn near humped his face, no doubt smearing blood and orgasm on it. Of course, he didn’t mind, helping her through her orgasm until she was pulling away.

He popped up his head, eyes immediately catching her flat against the bed, chest rising with every breath, eyes fluttering to fight off sleep. He smiled softly, feeling satisfied for helping and for the snack he was granted.

Carlisle licked as much of his face as he could reach before disappearing into the bathroom to clean himself off properly.

When he returned, with a new set of underwear and a pad, he wasted no time placing both where they needed to be, patting her stomach softly after he pulled the panties up.

Carlisle then took his place beside her, pulling her body next to his to cuddle.

She brought her head into his chest, loving how his cold temperature cooled down her hot body, “Thank you,” she whispered, digging her forehead deeper. She let sleep capture her then, exhaustion finally winning against her best efforts.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he kissed her the crown of her hair. He held her a little tighter, chest buzzing happily as her breathing slowed.

[naoyaxme]

Older brother! Naoya helping his baby sis through her period

waking up with a period is the second worst thing a woman can experience in her life : the unwanted wetness through the folds making it impossible to stand up without messing up the already bled through futon, the tummy ache tugging at her insides impossible to ignore.

She's too frustrated to get up and clean herself, thankfully older brothers are made to carry their sisters, bridal style, and help them get washed.

Tooth brush in one hand, she feels a whole lot better as the morning soreness is appeased by the bathtub's salts and Naoya's hand on her scalp as he washes her hair , feel like a warm blanket on a chilly september night.

"is this really necessary, can't you sit somewhere else?" Who's he kidding? When she gets this pouty it's impossible to resist any of his baby sister's request, even the ones he'd flat out say no to on a wrong day. "Fine. Stop looking at me like a kicked dog and get over here."

sitting on older brother! Naoya's lap, free bleeding on his hakama pants because laying down hurts too much and baby sister needs physical contact in these moments, no matter his protests.

"Forget it. I'll clean them later." Because his sister's comfort level are much more important than complaining about blood soaked pants.

"What?" he knows that look already : the defeated brows, the fat of her face rounding the plump cheeks in a cute pouty look " Yes, we can buy your favourite snack later, will you be quiet?".

Eventually she lulled to sleep whilst the heavy of her brother's hand rubbed in circular motions, keeping the numbness at bay.

[mysharona1987]

[burningsolarsystem]

I hate periods. Fucking hate them. But sometimes it feels like I don't have the right to complain. So, I guess imma give some love to those whose symptoms might not get attention.

Obviously, sympathy to those who get debilitating cramps. I'm lucky mine are average.

Shout out to those who have mental disorders who symptoms get worse with their periods. My depression and anxiety always seem to spike when I'm on mine.

Shout out to those with chronic illness who get flare ups and worse symptoms when on their period.

Shout out to those who are like me who get upset stomachs and digestion problems when on their period. I know for me, it feels like having a stomach bug on a good day. I've had times where I've questioned if I ate something bad because my stomach is rolling like it did that one bout of food poisoning I got. (It was minor food poisoning, don't worry)

Shoutout to those who get strong cravings, but I also want to shout out to those who lose their appetite or desire to eat when on their periods. Sometimes, I feel like I'd rather die than eat anything.

Shout out to those who experience hot flashes. I don't get them often, but they suck when I do.

Shout out to anyone who gets a period. There are so many symptoms we don't talk about that make things suck.

Your issues are valid. Even if they aren't the ones mainly talked about. Even if they aren't "severe enough." Even if you can function fine but are still experiencing discomfort. You are valid and your discomfort or pain is valid. You can complain even if you aren't one of the people who get extreme cramps. It's okay. You are valid.

All the love and sympathy to you.

Feel free to reblog with any other symptoms you experience that people don't seem to talk about.

(And sorry if this seems too much like a vent. I am, probably obviously, on my period and suffering.)

[marionmabelle]