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It's that time again, where chocolate and cuddles are the only things that would make you feel better. But the question is: how would these men handle that? How would they handle your mood swings and tears and... other pleasures?

Well, why don't we talk about it.

Sol is a good start, isn't he?

He seems like the type of man to not care for someone's monthly problems... unless it's you, of course. You are his soulmate after all, so why wouldn't he care?

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Desperate need to take care of you. Doesn't matter what it is. Need a heating pad? He's already wrapping you up in a heating pad AND a heating blanket for extra comfortability. Need some chocolates and sweets? He'll feed them to you as if you were a goddess watching over her people. Aching for something to tickle your insides? There's no hesitation in that area from Sol.

Listen, we all know Sol is a big perverted simp, so I have no doubt that he'll eat you out while on your cycle (trust me, he will). As long as it's you, it doesn't matter, period or not, he won't mind getting down and dirty like that no matter how gross it seems.

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Sol's idea of caring for you while you are actively bleeding is making sure you don't get up to do anything for yourself. He'll practically live with you during that time just to make sure you stay in bed or on the couch. He'll even carry you to the bathroom and insist on helping you do everything, no matter how capable you are to do it yourself.

He'll cook for you, clean up after you, help you feel better in any and every way possible.

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? Chocolate, of course, but I can imagine Sol making you the snacks rather than buying them. One because it's saving both yours and his money (even though he'd spend his money on you if you asked) and two because he'd rather you eat his food than anything store bought.

Whatever is in the convenient store, he can make ten times better.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: Like I said before, yes. He'll give you all that you need, even if that includes his tongue and cock and fingers. He'll preferably use his tongue more than his other parts, honestly.

He wants to taste all of you, every part. You think blood is gonna stop him? Be for real. He'd probably relish in it all because it's from you.

That's how desperate he is to help you. Well, not just desperate to help you, just desperate to be with you. Around you. Anything that has to do with you is what makes him overly happy.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 7.6/10 -> Sol is an intense person, which makes things difficult sometimes. Overwhelming, even. Which isn't always a good thing, but not always a bad thing either. It just depends on how you perceive his help or how intense it feels.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

Sol has been in your apartment for a few days now, taking care of you, making sure you're well fed and taken care of. It was nice, being taken cared of for a change.

But since he's been here, you've felt... an overwhelming desire for him. Most likely because your inner organ that's bleeding is begging you to get a baby in you. But that's the last thing you ever want. So, you've done nothing about it, didn't tell him about it or anything. Not that that sounded like a pleasant conversation to have with the guy you've known for a short while.

Today felt worse than the other days. That aching part between your legs in need to be felt, to be relieved of this pain. You would've done it yourself, if only Sol wasn't around you twenty-four seven.

What made you snap though was when Sol had been talking to you about something that he ate one time that he found gross. He had stuck his tongue out for a moment, making a sour face. Yet your eyes darted to his mouth, his tongue, catching a glimpse of his tongue piercing. And suddenly, your holding onto his arm tightly, looking at him with such a desperate and yearning look that you've never made at him before.

"Sol, can you.. help me?"

He gave you this concerned look, immediately thinking about all the things that was wrong that you needed him for. "Of course! What is it? Anything you need?"

You swallowed hard, trying your best to put this request in a sentence. "I need... your tongue."

He blinked once, twice. "What?"

"You're always around, so I don't have any privacy to.. satisfy my needs. So, if you're going to be around me all the time, then you might as well help me. And also.... I want to know what it'd feel like, with a piercing on your tongue." You admitted to him, feeling a little embarrassed about saying the last part, how blunt you said it.

Yet he didn't seem grossed out from the request. Actually, it was quite the opposite. He seemed to be.. blushing? As if what you had just asked was flattering to him.

Suddenly, he pushed you down onto the couch, his hands coming up to tug on your pajama pants, starting to pull them down without hesitation. It made you blush in return.

"Yes. Anything for you and your comfort, Pumpkin."

As soon as he got your pajama bottoms and underwear off, along with what you were using for your period, he didn't wait for your reaction before dipping his head in between your legs, his tongue flicking out, the ball of his tongue piercing rubbing against your clit, making your legs jolt a little from the feeling, a sudden gasp escaping you.

Yes, Sol will do anything for your comfort.

𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

˜”°•.˜”°• ~~ •°”˜.•°”˜

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻: I cannon Sol with a tongue piercing.

The prince himself vs blood?

Doesn't bother him in the slightest. He knows it happens, so why would he make a big deal about it? But he'll always be sure to give you extra attention when it's your time.

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Calm reassurance. Crowe is a very patient person, especially when it comes to those he cares for deeply. So, when you two are hanging out at your place and you just start crying just because? He's there immediately, giving you his shoulder to cry on, letting you babble on about something embarrassing that happened to you in the fourth grade or about an old sad movie you watched a year ago that still makes your heart hurt just to think about the sad ending.

And he's just there, listening, occasionally nodding and gently rubbing your back in small soothing circles. That's who he was; this patient and calm man who always seemed to know how to calm your emotions.

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Crowe's way to take care of you is close to Sol's; cooking, cleaning, staying by your side in time of need. But unlike Sol, if you tell Crowe to stop, he would. Reluctantly, of course. He's rather stay with you but knows better than to argue back about it.

But, c'mon, would you really tell Crowe to stop? I'd say no. Hell, I wouldn't, honestly. I'd much prefer Crowe's help than Sol's (my opinion, ofc).

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? Whatever you ask for, he'll get. Something sweet? Sure, he'll buy you a pint of ice cream in any flavor you're craving. Something spicy? Totally! He'll make sure it's not overly spicy for you.

But if you ask him to make you something? He's on it! Doesn't matter what it is. If he doesn't know how to make it, he'll follow a recipe to a tee until he makes it exactly how you want it.

He wants to make sure you're well and happy. And it'll make him happy just knowing he could make you smile and feel better, and that he was the cause of it.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: If you ask him, then yes. Crowe doesn't want to push any boundaries with you, especially while you're on your monthly, which can make Crowe a little too clueless sometimes if you try to drop hints. So, there are times where you need to be blunt about it, even if it makes him flustered.

But once he knows what you want and need? Be prepared to have your world rocked.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 8.9/10 -> Though, Crowe is helpful, sometimes it can become annoying that you have to say all that you need. Not really his fault, he just doesn't want to get anything wrong.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

You texted Crowe and asked if he could come over to watch a movie with you. It wasn't really random or an out-of-the-blue idea, you two usually did these things together. But today, you didn't want to be alone at the moment. Especially from how emotional you were these past few days.

Not your fault though, it's what happens when you're a simple girl with a period.

And, of course, Crowe said yes. Why wouldn't he? He even brought a few of your favorite drinks and ice creams. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed. You picked out a movie that you know Crowe hasn't seen before, putting it in and sitting on the floor next to him, your backs to the couch with blankets and pillows surrounding you two. It was perfect.

You watched the movie together, eating and sharing the ice creams he brought over, sitting a little closer than you were just a few minutes ago, your knees barely touching now.

It was indeed perfect.

Until towards the ending of the movie, one of the dogs had tragically died from a mountain lion. It was a tragic ending to the movie, and one that maybe seemed like a bad idea to watch.

As the credits rolled, Crowe was about to get up to throw away the empty ice cream containers when he heard you sniffling. He whipped his head to look at you, finding you quietly crying—tears streaming down your face, your lips in a pout. His face became concerned, his response immediate. He reached out to you and gently grabbed one of your wrists, getting your attention.

"Hey, what's wrong?" His voice was gentle and filled with concern, but he had a feeling that he already knew the reason why you were crying.

"I-It's just, the ending, it's so sad!"

And he was correct.

He managed to stifle a small chuckle before pulling you closer to him, making you lay your head on his chest. "Starlight, it's ok... it was only a movie, my darling."

"A sad movie." You corrected him, sobbing softly into his chest, ruining his shirt with your tears. He held you against him, letting you cry in his chest, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder.

You cried on him for a few more minutes before it seemed like you've calmed down enough for Crowe to gently move you back, his hand on your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He had that same gentle smile on his lips, the one he always gives you no matter what you're feeling.

Without thinking, he leaned in, placing a gentle and very soft kiss to your lips; a kiss that was meant to soothe rather than to initiate anything more than innocence. He pulled away before you could really enjoy it, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, his lips just millimeters away from yours.

"My darling, I hate to see you cry. How can I make you smile again?" He asked softly, a near whisper of breath when he spoke.

You swallowed hard, just realizing exactly how close you two were—you were practically on his lap, your upper body leaning into his, one hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle shift slightly.

What could he do to make you feel better? Well, you did have one idea...

"Can you.. kiss me again?" You asked softly, your heart starting to race a little in your chest from the request. "I like how you kiss me."

He blinked, his cheeks starting to warm, as if surprised and flustered from your request. But he smiled, a smile that was gentle but wider, as if happy that you asked.

"As you wish, my Starlight."

And without hesitating any longer, he leaned in again, brushing his lips against yours before fully kissing you once more. You leaned into his lips, your hands moving to his chest as you kissed him back, parting your lips a little, just enough to let his tongue in, kissing you deeper.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪, 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.

Geo isn't scared of a little blood.

Preferably, he'd rather not see it or even hear about it, but if it's you that's bleeding? There's no hesitation when he tries to help you. Though, helping and suffocating you are two different things (ahem-Sol-ahem).

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Quiet and calculating. He's already thinking of ways he could help you. Not in a dramatic sense, no, that's far from Geo's style. His way of helping is more subtle, silent, yet it speaks volumes in more ways than words could express.

He won't be around all the time, but if you called him for help? He's there in a matter of minutes. Even if it's the middle of the night, it may seem like he won't come over to your apartment, but he's there with things that he thought that you needed.

Pads/tampons, tea bags, an extra blanket. He's got it or will get it for you, even if he seems irritated to do it (he's really not, he just doesn't want to seem soft).

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Geo isn't loud about it. He's practical. Silent yet helpful. He'll make tea with honey for you and say it's for your cramps with that unreadable expression. He'll fluff your pillow when you get up to go to the bathroom. He's glancing over at you occasionally, silently making sure that you were fine.

That's how it is with Geo, silent yet observant. If you so much as even wince, he's there looking for the problem so he could get rid of it. If he let you sleep over at his place, he'd make you sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the couch. He won't let you protest. Your comfort is all that he cares about, even if he's cold and quiet, he'll definitely let you know he cares in small and subtle ways.

He's only there when you want him to be.

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? If you ask him to get you something from the convenient store, he'll say no. Not because he doesn't want to, but he just rather makes whatever it is that you were craving or something that he thinks would be good for you during this time. Something that's good for cramps, healthy, and also still tastes pretty good.

He'll make things that he knows how to make when he was in Japan. He'll cook it for you and if you like it, he'll remember it. Keep it. Store it. And then go on to the next dish for you to try.

If you don't like it? He won't make it again until you specifically ask him for it.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: No. Straight up no. It's not that he doesn't want to help you in that area, he's just not comfortable to do that while you're on your period. He'll give you the privacy so you can do it, but helping? Yea, no.

There isn't much else I can really say about this area.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 9/10 -> He seems to know almost exactly what you need, when you need it. Which makes his help great, but he usually seems reluctant about doing them. But that's just his personality.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

In the middle of the night, you had woken up to intense cramping in your lower stomach, painful enough that it was hard for you to move. The only movement you've made so far in the past thirty minutes was to turn onto your side to relieve some of the pain. Not that it was working.

You had your arms wrapped around your stomach, your knees curled up to your chest, effectively putting yourself in a ball. It had released a slight bit of pain, but not enough to make you feel better overall.

You stared at your phone that sat on the pillow beside your head, debating whether or not to call Geo.

Would he even be up? It was really late. Especially with the curfew, he probably would just say no and hang up. Sounds like something he would do. No. He would do something like that.

But you were in so much pain. It was becoming unbearable... Screw it. He can live without a few minutes of sleep.

Unable to take the pain, you slowly reach for your phone, careful not to hurt your stomach from moving too much or too fast.

You looked through your contacts, scrolling until you found his name and clicked on it to call him. You knew he wasn't a fan of calling, but this was more or less an emergency.

It rang once. Twice. Three. Your heart started to sink in your chest, thinking that he wasn't going to answer until you heard it pick up and his voice filling your ear.

"Do you know what time it is? What do you want?"

You couldn't stop the soft sob that escaped you, the sob of relief that he picked up but also from how your stomach felt like it was being punctured.

"Geo, I know it's late but.. I-I'm in so much pain. Can you come over? Please..? I–" You hiccupped. "Can't move, it h-hurts too much..."

You didn't hear anything for a single second before you heard some rustling of some kind of fabric on the other end of the phone. But you didn't hear him say anything. You waited until you heard a beep from your phone. You checked it only to see that he hung up.

He... Hanged up. On you. In your time of need. You let your phone drop from your hand and onto your bed.

You should have known he wouldn't have come, that he wouldn't be interested in helping you while you were bleeding.

You couldn't stop the tears stinging your eyes, couldn't stop the tears falling down your face and onto your pillow.

Maybe you'll just... deal with it. The pain. The hurt of Geo not coming to help you.

You can do that, can't you?

You didn't know how long you've been crying for. Five minutes? Thirty? An hour? But eventually, you had exhausted yourself enough to fall asleep, still curled up in that ball form on your side.

You didn't know how long you've been asleep for, but you could feel someone shaking your shoulder gently, as if they were trying to wake you up. When you didn't move, you suddenly felt someone carefully shifting you to make you sit up, only then did you wake up. Startled, blinking to make your eyes adjusted to the dark, letting you see that it was just Geo in the dark, sitting on the edge of your bed.

Geo... He came? Were you dreaming? Probably not, not from how his touch was gentle yet firm, as if making sure you don't fall over.

"Geo?" You said his name softly, a soft question that silently asks what he was doing here. Even if you were the one to call and ask him to come.

He didn't say anything as he reached over to turn on your lamp on your nightstand, grabbing a cup of some warm brown liquid in it and handed it to you.

"Drink it." He ordered, though it wasn't his usual sharp edged tone, but something softer. Gentler. Only barely there.

You didn't question it as you brought the cup to your lips, taking a small sip from it. It tasted like peppermint and honey.

As you took your time drinking the peppermint tea—the only possible thing that makes sense to what it is—Geo got up and moved around your room, grabbing your heating pad and plugging it in, turning it on so it can warm up. He reached into his pocket, taking out a bottle of pills that helps with cramps and stomach pains. He opened it and handed you two to take with your tea.

And you did.

Geo has said nothing as he grabbed your heating pad once it was warm enough, bringing it to you and finally speaking.

"Move your arms."

You did, lifting them enough so he could put it around your stomach through your sleep shirt.

The pain in your stomach has almost disappeared, but some still lingered, which was normal.

As soon as you were comfortable, he climbed into your bed, grabbing your tea and setting it aside on the nightstand and turning off your lamp light before making you lay down only to plop himself down on you, his head on your stomach, just a little below your chest, his arms wrapping around you.

You blinked, surprised by his... cuddle. But you welcomed it, gently placing your hand on his upper back, feeling him stiffen slightly but relaxed immediately.

"Go to sleep." He muttered against your stomach.

You couldn't help but smile a little, closing your eyes.

Even when you had doubted Geo, you were happy that he came.

He always will when you are in need.

𝔸𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

Hyugo Sugimoto and blood? Please.

That man has spilt more blood than you could imagine, so if you're bleeding? That's nothing! Although he will be frightened of you. That's the main reason why he's by your side more often during this time. Out of fear a little. Fear that you might throw something at him if he's not with you in these moments in need.

𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖: Panic overdrive. Not because he's scared of the blood, oh no, like I said, he knows about the whole bleeding thing happens every month. And, like before, if he were to be scared about something, it would be how easy you would be to anger very quickly. So, he's gonna avoid that at all costs.

Which means he's going to be your personal little... well, let's just say what it is. Slave. You can ask him or tell him to do whatever you want him to, and he'll do it.

I didn't say he wouldn't like it. Because he will. If it's you bossing him around? Yea, no doubt about it he'll get his rocks off to you being so in control while bleeding out and being in pain. It's like you're a hot girl boss to him.

He's the type to be like "Period!~" and snap his fingers as an attempt to make you laugh (honestly, I don't know about you but, it'll work on me).

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕖: Hyugo can be a tiny bit dramatic about it. He's coming by with different type of pads and tampons (you didn't answer his texts fast enough), pain killers, whatever heating pads and blankets he could find that he thought you'll need (even if you already have one).

Hyugo is waiting on you hand and foot. Ready to do the next task you have for him, ready to take on anything you throw at him—literally and figuratively.

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤: What kind of snacks would this man get for you? I believe Hyugo would go all out on the snacks department. Like, excessively. He's coming over with bags of take-out from different places and from the convenient store while also baking you any kind of dessert you want. It's literally overkill when he comes over with snacks and food.

Though it's never too bad when you got enough food to last a week. Just gotta eat it before it goes bad. But, hey, saves you spending money on groceries for a hot minute.

As far as you know, the snack department is covered. So, you don't gotta worry about that when it comes to Hyugo.

𝕊𝕖𝕩?: Most definitely. If you ask, you shall receive. Doesn't matter where you want it, he's there, prepared, ready to take on the red sea (I'm sorry, I couldn't stop myself-).

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 9.3/10 -> Everything he does is overkill. But it's better to be overprepared and to be underprepared. Sometimes it can be a little much, but that's just Hyugo being Hyugo. He does everything with a little flare and dramatics.

But you love it.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

Hyugo had invited himself over to your apartment, claiming that he could "sense" that you were in need of his presence. You weren't.

But you couldn't deny his help. This way you could make him do all the things that you feel lazy to do. Like doing your dishes, cleaning your apartment; really everything you could think of.

Except for cooking for you. Unless it was something VERY simple, you shudder at the thought of him in your kitchen cooking.

When you couldn't find anything else for him to do around your apartment, you decide to let him do more... personal things for you.

Hyugo was kneeling before you while you were sitting on your couch, letting Hyugo give you a foot massage. Why? Because it felt good. And Hyugo seemed happy doing it.

Any excuse to get him to touch you, really. And he was good with his hands. Really good.

You were scrolling on your phone, not really paying attention to him as he continued his gentle touching through your sock.

He was humming softly, his thumb gently pressing into the arch of your foot. He looked up at you, expecting any sort of pleasurable sound from you, only to see you not even paying attention. He frowned slightly, pressing into a pressure point on your foot, making you yelp and try to jerk your foot back, only for him to hold onto your ankle.

You gave him a bewildered expression, confused by the sudden uncomfortable pressure. "What was that for?"

"You weren't acknowledging me."

You blinked. He didn't say anything, did he? Not from what you could recall, you would have heard him.

"You didn't say anything."

He stopped massaging your foot, just holding your ankle as he kept looking up at you. "No, but I'm working very hard on trying to make you feel good."

You raised an eyebrow at him, blinking once. "Well, you are."

He stared up at you for a moment before his hand moved from your ankle to your calf, leaning in to place his cheek on your knee, giving you a pouty expression, puckering his bottom lip for effect.

"You didn't sound like it was feeling good. You're supposed to make noises when you feel good."

You gave him a deadpan look, silently asking if he was serious.

"I don't need to make any type of sound just for you to know if I feel something." You told him, crossing your arms over your chest.

He kept that pouty look as he kissed your knee softly.

"You're no fun..."

Then an idea struck him. Suddenly, he stood up enough to grab your thighs, gently but firmly tugging you closer to him, his hands making your thighs stay open for him. You gasped loudly, not expecting him to move so quickly.

He smirked at your reaction, leaning in close enough for his hot breath to fan against your ear.

"I bet I can make you make some.. special sounds.~"

Your face suddenly felt hot, the place between your legs starting to ache from how low his tone was, how seductive he sounded.

You swallowed hard but didn't pull away. You wouldn't let him see how flustered he made you. Though you had no doubt that he already knew.

"Oh? What makes you so sure that you can?" You asked, tilting your head back enough to make him look at you.

His baby blue eyes scanned your face for a moment before smirking at you again, leaning in close enough for your noses to be touching. One of his hands moved up your thigh, so close to your center.

"Are you challenging me?"

You were. You so were. "Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?"

"You definitely do."

You couldn't retort back when he suddenly closed the gap between you two, kissing you deeply and hungrily, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as his hand moved higher up to the waistband of your pajama shorts.

You tried to suppress the sounds that were trying to escape you, kissing him back just as deeply. It didn't help that his fingers were threatening to slip past the waistband. His tongue pried open your mouth, pressing past your lips to explore.

Then it happened.

A very soft and small whimper broke free from your throat. And he heard it.

He pulled back quickly, panting softly to catch his breath, a slow smug look appearing on his face.

"I think I just won."

You glared at him. "Bastard."

"Only for you.~"

You groaned but wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to make him kiss you again, or to make him shut up. He obliged.