#Menophilia

[coquettexnightz]

- 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕 -

��� Day 12; Somnophilia: Stalker Season, Norman Reedus.

• Day 13; Menophilia: Smell It A Mile Away, Marko ( The Lost Boys )

• Day 14; Incest: Bossy Big Brother, Michael Gray ( Peaky Blinders )

• Day 15; Noncon: Babysitter Terror, Billy Hargrove ( Stranger Things )

• Day 16; Public: Concert Special, Slash ( Guns N’ Roses )

• Day 17; Vore: Virgins Taste Best, Marko ( The Lost Boys )

• Day 18; Spanking: Specifically Told, Alfie Solomons ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 19; Uniform: Short Skirt, Tall Socks, John Shelby ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 20; Step Siblings: Deceiving Big Brother, Henry Bowers ( IT Chap. 1 )

• Day 21; Tickling: “Now, Go To Bed.”, Alfie Solomon’s ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 22; Masturbation: Morning Welcome, Aemond Targaryen ( The House Of The Dragon )

• Day 23; Deep Throating: To The Wall, Dave Mustaine ( Megadeth )

• Day 24; Taking Advantage: The Stupid Cheerleader, Axl Rose ( Guns N’ Roses )

• Day 25; Pregnancy: Growing Inside Right Now, Tom Riddle ( Harry Potter Franchise )

• Day 26; Grooming: Stolen Child, Alfie Solomons ( The Peaky Blinders )

• Day 27; S&M: Corruption From The Dirty Boy, Joaquin Phoenix

• Day 28; Cockbulge: Best Friends Little Sister, Sebastian Bach ( Skid Row )

• Day 29; Incest: Just Real Close S’all, Eyeball Chambers ( Stand By Me )

• Day 30; Free Use: Wake Up At Dark, Billy Idol

• Day 31; Incest & Breeding: Nighttime Lullaby, Arthur Shelby ( The Peaky Blinders )

A/n; I changed maybe two or three of the topics because I had no idea what to do with them and they also weren’t very appealing per-say.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Thirteen: Menophilia - Jeongin/Jisung

Tags: vampire!Jeongin, fem!Jeongin, fem!Jisung, blood, blood consumption, period sex, cunnilingus

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Jeongin could smell it as soon as she walked into the apartment. She had just finished a long shift at the vampire centric club she worked at and nothing could have been better to come home to. The air was filled with a heady sweet aroma and it clung to her lungs like sticky syrup and coated her tongue like the stain of the blue candy Jisu always liked to eat. Jeongin’s gums burned where her fangs were already making their way out, pushing into her bottom lip. Insistent. They almost knew what she was smelling before she even did. 

Blood. 

Her mouth was watering and her eyes burned. She knew they must have been read by now. So strong and so enticing was the scent that it pulled her forward like a rope she had no control over. Perhaps she should have been concerned about why the smell of blood was so strong, but she was already too deep into craving it to even question. The scent drew her to the bedroom she shared with Jisu, and had shared with her since they moved in together a few months before. It only got stronger as she approached the room, the sweetness mixing with the warm, autumn spice scent that was distinctly Jisu. She was almost drooling by the time she opened the door. 

Jisu was sitting on their queen bed, a loose, light blue t-shirt hanging off her frame and soft sleep shorts that rode up high on her thighs. She was watching some anime on the TV and had a heating pad sitting on her lower stomach. The bedside table had a pile of her favorite chocolates and junk food, and suddenly it all made sense. The blood. Jisu was on her period. 

Jisu looked up and away from the TV when Jeongin took a step into the bedroom and her face lit up with that beautiful heart-shaped smile Jeongin loved so much. She felt a brief moment of clarity where butterflies filled her stomach at just the sight of her pretty Jisu. But then Jisu shifted and the smell of blood was back and Jeongin’s mouth watered. 

“Jeongin-ah, you’re back!” Jisu said. She patted the bed. “Come here, I want cuddles.” 

The rope pulled tighter and Jeongin stumbled forward and climbed onto the bed, crawling between Jisu’s thighs. “Unnie,” she mumbled, inhaling deep as she pressed her nose to her neck. “You smell so good.” 

She felt Jisu shudder underneath her and her thighs spread a little more. Jeongin groaned and grazed her fangs against her neck. “ Ah , Jeongin–” Jisu started, a hand going to hold Jeongin’s waist. “What–”  

“You’re on your period,” Jeongin stated simply, her tongue coming out to lick over the pulse point in Jisu’s neck. She wouldn’t bite her, not without permission, but she needed something, just a taste, just a hint. 

“Oh,” Jisu breathed, her grip on Jeongin tightening. “You can–if you want. It’s heavier right now so–”

Jeongin pulled back and Jisu’s cheeks were flushed, clearly a little shy. Jeongin wanted to eat her up. And not just because she was a vampire. “I can taste you?” she asked, resting her hands on Jisu’s hips. Her fingertips skirted underneath the hem of her shirt and brushed her skin right above the waistband of her shorts. Jisu licked her lips and nodded. 

“Yeah, you can,” she whispered. 

Jeongin’s throat burned and her gums throbbed when her brain registered that she would actually be getting a taste of Jisu’s blood. It was a rare occasion that Jeongin ever drank from her because she was too afraid she would lose control and hurt her, but this didn’t require any biting. Jisu was already bleeding for her. 

She dipped her hands into the waistband of Jisu’s shorts and reached around to squeeze her ass through her underwear. “Up, please. Need to take these off,” she said, and Jisu nodded dumbly, obediently lifting her hips so that Jeongin could pull them off. Her pupils were already blown and her lips parted. Jeongin loved how easy it was to get her riled up, to make her dumb on arousal before she had even touched her at all. “Good, unnie,” Jeongin praised, flashing Jisu a grin that displayed her fangs. They were already elongated and would probably scratch her up a bit, but they both knew Jisu enjoyed a little pain. 

Jeongin tugged her shorts down Jisu’s legs then tossed them to the side. She licked her lips hungrily as her eyes scanned over her soft, milky thighs. She wanted to sink her teeth into them. It would be so easy with how soft the flesh was. Jisu was soft all over, it would be like sinking her teeth into ripe fruit. But she would resist. Her meal was already prepared for her. 

“Jeongin-ahh,” Jisu whined, squirming a little under her gaze. Jeongin’s eyes flashed and she tilted her head, her smile growing wider. 

“What, unnie?” she asked teasingly. 

“You’re staring,” Jisu mumbled, glancing off to the side. Jeongin chuckled softly and ran her tongue over her teeth and placed her hands on Jisu’s thighs. She ran them up, delivering a couple squeezes along the way. 

“Sorry.” She wasn’t sorry at all. “You just look so pretty. And delicious. I wanna eat you up.” 

Jisu let out a shuddering breath and spread her legs more. “Please,” she whispered. Arousal sparked in Jeongin’s stomach and she felt wetness between her thighs as her core practically throbbed. 

“You don’t even have to ask. Want you so bad, unnie,” Jeongin said, licking her lips. She grabbed Jisung’s panties and tugged them down her thighs as well. She was wearing a pad instead of a tampon, which meant as soon as the panties were gone, the sweet smell of her blood became so intense that Jeongin’s eyes almost rolled back. She felt drunk on it almost immediately and she groaned. She laid down between Jisu’s thighs and nuzzled her face against her thigh and scraped her teeth along the sensitive skin. “Fuck, you smell so good,” she gasped. Her eyes were practically glowing red. 

“See if I taste better. Wan’ you to taste me,” Jisu said, desperation seeping into her voice. 

Jeongin didn’t even respond. In less than a second, she had turned from Jisu’s thigh to flatten her tongue over her folds. She moaned as she ran her tongue up through the blood coating her cunt. Jisu gasped above her and she grinned, an almost crazed look in her eyes as she began licking over her folds with vigor. “So good,” she groaned. The taste of iron mixed with sweet cinnamon and sugar coated her tongue and she drank it down like it was alcohol. She flicked her tongue over Jisu’s clit just to feel her thighs squeeze around her head, to hear her whimper her name pathetically. Then she turned her attention to her hole and thrusted her tongue inside. Her fangs grazed against her folds, but not enough to cut. Yet. Jisu’s legs kicked and she mewled. She tangled one of her hands in Jeongin’s long hair and grabbed it hard. Jeongin barely registered any pain, she was too focused on the intoxicating taste of Jisu’s blood (she was quite resistant to pain anyway as a vampire but that was irrelevant). 

“Jeongin, Jeongin, Innie, please ,” she whimpered, not even begging for anything in particular. Jeongin didn’t respond, too focused on thrusting her tongue deeper and collecting more blood on her tongue. Jisu always bled heavily on the first day of her period and Jeongin was in heaven . Jisu clenched around her tongue and more blood gushed from her pussy onto Jeongin’s tongue. Jeongin moaned as she swallowed it down and warmth spread through her body as the blood ran down her throat. 

“You have the sweetest blood, unnie,” Jeongin drawled, looking up at Jisu from between her thighs. Her lips were stained red with her blood and there was a small drop running down her chin. To anyone else, she would look terrifying. But not to Jisu. 

“F-fuck,” Jisu hiccuped as Jeongin dove back in. Each lap of her tongue elicited sweet moans out of Jisu and through her haze, Jeongin could feel the arousal pulse between her legs. Jisu’s thighs closed around her head as she licked over her clit again with a groan, the sound vibrating against the sensitive nerves.

 “I’m gonna–I’m close,” Jisu panted, and Jeongin could tell from how much she was shaking. Her Jisu was so cute. 

“Mmm,” Jeongin hummed against her, her tongue moving languidly over her folds. “Can come whenever, Jisu. Wanna keep tasting you though,” she said, a hint of a whine in her voice. She’d never felt warmer than she did now, a buzz running through her whole body. She really was intoxicated, and like an addict, she just needed more. 

Suddenly, she lifted her head and stopped eating Jisu out, which prompted a needy whine from her. “Why’d you stop ,” she whimpered. Jeongin licked her bloodied lips. She watched in awe as Jisu’s pussy clenched around nothing, begging to be filled by her again. A small drop of blood leaked out and Jeongin’s breath hitched. 

She didn’t say anything before taking two fingers and pushing them into her. Jisu gasped and her eyes went wide at the same time her body went rigid, but as Jeongin began to move her fingers, she relaxed. Jeongin loved every reaction Jisu had and it made the pulsing heat in her cunt so much harder to ignore. But she had things to do first. She needed to watch Jisu come and then get to taste the blood that would be on her fingers when she pulled them out. 

“Is it good, unnie?” Jeongin asked sweetly as she curled her fingers, watching with delight as Jisu shuddered and arched her back. 

“S-so good, shit , Innie,” she mewled. Her hips jerked when Jeongin went down again and began to licked over her clit with the tip of her tongue. She timed each flick of her with her thrusts and Jisu let out little ah, ah, ahs in response to each movement. 

Jeongin felt dizzy with her scent still permeating the air and she felt her gums burning again, aching to taste the blood she knew would be on her fingers. But she held herself back and focused instead on making Jisu feel good. Her whole body quivered as Jeongin touched her and her moans and whines became more frequent, bordering on incessant. The only pauses between them were her little gasps. 

“Hmmgg ah –I-Innie I’m gonna–” She choked on a moan as Jeongin sucked on her clit and she grabbed her hair again. “‘M c-coming nghh!” A high pitched moan spilled from her mouth as she spasmed, Jeongin continuing to fuck her fingers in and out of her as she did so. Jisu clenched tightly around Jeongin’s fingers and Jeongin grinned. She scraped her teeth along her inner thigh as she came, this time breaking the skin a little. Jisu shook again as she gasped, thighs tensing. 

“So pretty, unnie,” Jeongin mumbled, licking over the small scratch she had created with her teeth. She looked up at Jisu through her lashes and smiled. “Always make the prettiest sounds when you come.” 

Jisu whined and averted her gaze. “ Jeongin. ”

“What?” Jeongin continued to smile at her and planted a kiss on her thigh. Still maintaining eye contact, she slipped her fingers out of her and held them up. They were sticky with her blood and a drop from them ran down the back of her hand. Jeongin’s gaze turned hungry again and she licked up her hand, collecting the drop that ran down on her tongue. Jisu made an expression between cringe and arousal that had Jeongin giggling. 

“Can’t let any go to waste,” she said with a shrug. She popped her fingers into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them. Jisu watched her, her round eyes wide as Jeongin sucked the blood off her fingers. Her whole body tingled as she swallowed down the last drops and when she took them out, they were clean. 

Jisu barely gave her a second before she leaned forward and pulled Jeongin in for a kiss, uncaring that Jeongin had just had her blood in her mouth. Jeongin swallowed down the little whimpers she made as she licked into her mouth. They only pulled away after a moment to breathe, and if Jeongin had a beating heart, it would have stopped at the stars in Jisu’s eyes. 

“Wow,” Jisu breathed, letting out a shaky sigh. “That was good,” she said, giving Jeongin a smile. “I don’t even have cramps anymore.” 

“Good,” Jeongin said, giving Jisu’s cheek a kiss. “Maybe I’ll be able to keep them away the whole week.” She smirked and watched with glee as Jisu’s whole face went red. She would never get over how pretty she looked when she blushed. 

“Um yeah, I think–I think I’d like that.” 

Jeongin hummed, leaning down to kiss her neck. She sucked on the sensitive skin, very aware of the way her teeth dug into it. She felt Jisu shiver against her. “Perfect,” she said, pressing another kiss over the mark she’d left. “I was running a little low on blood bags anyway.” 

[btssmutficslovingfan01]

Day 13: Menophilia | Mid

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: (Incel?)Jin x fem!Reader

A/N: Shit I wish I was getting paid or somethin but legally can't cause it's fanfic....so....enjoy you kinky ass bleeding mfs.

🎃 I decide for you bitches 🎃

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The entire night he’d been calling you “subpar,” or “basic.” He told all his friends you weren’t up to his impossibly high standards and that you were “mid” because you had made out with one of his friends last weekend. You knew the rule however you defiantly ignored it because you didn’t give a shit.

“Man, fuck bitches who don’t give a shit about other girls. She is not a girl’s girl.” Jin said, while crumpling his beer can and crushing it with his foot.

“Hey Jin?” You walked up to him. “Can we talk?”

“Oooooo, you’re in trouble.” Jin’s friend, Cameron said with a snarky smile.

“Shut up, Cam,” Jin walked over to you, and stumbled up the small path between the fence and the house to reach you. “Yeah, what’s up Y/N?” He asked.

“I wanna make out,” You said bluntly. “With you.” Your first streak of courage jump started his cock, and as Jin was rocking his hard on, you leaned in and grabbed his hand.

“Yeah, sure.” He followed you, excited as you walked towards the bathroom with him in tow. A few people watched as you passed by but no one was paying that much attention. He kissed you square on the lips as you entered the bathroom, seeming a little too enthusiastic about it. You opened your mouth wider, garnering him more access as he grabbed your hips and kissed you. He set you down on the counter, and you gasped as he pushed himself between your legs. If it weren’t for the jeans, and the general layers separating you two, your genitals would be crushed together. 

You gasped as he trailed a hand up the side of your top and slid your bra up so he could feel how hard your nipples were with his fingers directly, his eyes closing as he had a handful but leaving them open as he watched you moan under him.

“J-Jin, what are you doing?” You groaned, feeling a clot of blood leak out of you at once. It was enormous, causing you to sit upright in discomfort. Jin, sensing something was wrong, stopped touching you for a moment, putting his hands at his shoulders as if he was holding them up where you could see them.

“Are you okay?”

“Um….in a moment,” You sat up and concentrated on trying to feel okay again. It was just a bit of blood, and that never hurt anyone. However it still felt like you were walking around in a diaper. Curse pads but you didn’t have any tampons on you and you didn’t want Jin to know that you were carrying a crime scene between your thighs. “I’m good. Just stomach cramps.” You partially lied, as you did cramp on your period quite often, but not at this exact moment. You just didn’t want to tell Jin what the real issue was.

“Oh, okay,” You pulled him in again for another kiss in hopes of distracting him. As drunk as you were, it still wasn’t enough for him to let it go completely. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Sorry.” You looked down.

“Hey…” Jin tilted your chin up so you could look at him. For 5’10” he was definitely taller than most. You would’ve thought he was 6’ completely, but he was still taller than you by comparison. “It’s okay,” The way his porcelain skin was flawless, his face shimmering in the dim warm lighting of the bathroom, you thought he looked handsome. He smirked slightly, before leaning in to kiss you. “You know, in this lighting you don’t look half that bad. You’re aight’.” You rolled your eyes. That sounded like something a douchebag would say, but at this moment you needed his lips on your again. He deepened it, before pulling your top off completely. Followed by you unhooking it and tossing it on a nearby rug before pulling him in with your legs and passionately tangling your fingers in his hair while you settled into a proper make-out session.

After about 30 seconds, Jin’s sweatshirt was on the floor. Your hands found their way up his abs as you kissed him, and grinned, as you both started stripping down. Then his hands reached your jeans. You bit your tongue, trying to keep him from pulling them off.

“W-wait, Jin..” Ignoring your protests, he pulled your pants down. His lips parted, forming a light “o” shape as he saw the small bulge in your underwear, the outline indicating you were wearing a pad. “I’m..kinda, on my period.” You said, embarrassed as you were almost completely naked, save for the panties.

“Yeah, I kinda noticed.” He said mockingly, his tone switched to one of passive-aggressiveness. You hang your head down low. 

“Should I just leave?” You wanted to die. This was the most horrible night of your life. Jin pulled down your pants, saw you were on your period, and now whatever little shred of dignity you had left was leaving your body with an audible fart. 

“Was that you?” Jin looked…amused. You looked up at his face after what seemed like a minute to find that he wasn’t angry with you.

“Y-yeah. Sorry. I get all gross and my body starts filling with gas…and I get really horny when I’m on my period and normally…can’t go further than kissing…” You started rambling.

“That explains it,” Jin smirked. “So that’s why you’re with me instead of Brian.” You tilted your head. He didn’t seem to care that you farted. At least it didn’t stink up the entire room.

“Brian? Oh no, yeah I just kissed him cause I felt like it. Why? You have a problem with me kissing guys on a whim?” You folded your arms.

“A whim, Y/N?” He put his hands on his hips, in his back pockets as he was still wearing his pants as you stared at him. “You call making out in front of the entire party a WHIM?” Jin rolled his eyes. “It’s like you don’t even care about how you make others around you feel.”

“I do,” You pouted. “Jin, did you think I was taking advantage of you tonight?”

“Now that you mention it, yes, Y/N. I actually feel like you are using me for my luscious lips and impeccable kissing skills.” He said with sass, which surprised you.

“Not at all. I think you’re just honestly really hot. Um…Jin, did you really….wanna have sex with me?” Now it was Jin’s turn to be put on the spot.

“Yeah. I didn’t plan for it but…I do admire seeing someone so…assertive, with what they want.” You let out a sigh.

“Sorry for ruining the night with my stupid period.” You could feel the blood inside you coming outside, pouring out every five minutes. Whenever you got uber-horny your blood flow also increased.

“Not completely,” Jin stopped you before you moved. He walked forward actually, trapping you between his arms and the sink, which you hopped off of in a feeble attempt to jimmy back into your jeans. “It’s just a little blood, right?” You shook your head. What was he saying? Your face was definitely hot now, you felt a little sweaty yourself at the thought of Jin going down on you in this state.

“Jin, I’m really hot right now. Please say psych right now so I can leave and forget this happened or…” Jin leaned in, kissing you again. He wrestled out a towel from the back of the cupboard on a shelf above you. 

“This one’s mine. We can use it in case things get messy.” You nodded as he placed it on the floor, on top of the rug as you sat down. Jin assisted you with removing your panties, his eyes fixated on your swollen clit, and red streaks of blood painting the inner and outer folds of your labia.

“D-don’t look so hard…” You blushed.

“Why? You’re gorgeous.” Jin leaned in, before diving in, tongue first into your pussy. You moaned, it was like Jin’s tongue unblocked whatever was stuck inside, as you felt a lot of things gush out, blood, cum, you couldn’t tell. Your thoughts were on one thing and one thing only: dick.

“J-Jin, s-stop!” You whined.

“W-Why?” Jin sat up, slightly leaned over. The bulge in his pants was making you feel things right on your bud.

“I don’t want your tongue, I want your cock. Now fuck me, please….I’m so fucking horny I can’t take it, I need you to fuck my period pussy until I can’t walk straight, please! I’m so fucking horny, I’m so fucking horny…” You moaned, your entire body feeling like it was on fire. The bundle of nerves in your lower stomach and your chest thrummed as one. You needed his cock. It was like you were cock-starved, depraved even. He stared at you with bewilderment. No woman had ever desired him this much. Let alone on the floor of his friend’s upstairs bathroom, on a towel under the sink.

“Fuck…” Jin didn’t have to be told twice. Like a good boy, he removed his belt, pants, and boxers, revealing his long, erect dick to you. He wasn’t as girthy as you thought he was, but it was long. You bet you could only take a little after the tip, unless he stretched you out. You gasped as he entered, the blood already acting as lubricant for his moist cockhead, which was covered by a pink condom. You wet your lips, watching his face as his eyes squeezed shut. It felt good for him, really good. He was fucking a girl on her period, of all things. His mouth was also stained with blood, along with his perfectly otherwise pale face looking like he committed murder or just had a steak dinner. You giggled a bit, feeling elated as he thrusted into you, knelt down as you had your legs on his shoulders. This angle was enough to where you could see all of him, save for his dick as it disappeared inside you and reappeared every so often he moved back. He was still a work of art, even with the dried blood on his cheeks and lips. “How’s it so tight?” He moaned, fucking you steadily now.

“Oh yes…oh yes! Fuck…” You moaned in reply, closing your eyes as he gave you exactly what you were craving. Your blood was staining the towel now, but there wasn’t as much as before of it on the towel. Jin had forgotten that part, as the condom was stained red as well now, and Jin was more focused on fucking the ever living shit out of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there, yeah, I want you to fuck my slutty pussy open, fucking stretch that shit out, fuck fuck fuck!” You moaned, your entire body clenching down on him and not letting go of his cock as you came, Jin staying directly where he was, his mouth open as he grunted, and filled up the condom. He took it off, standing up as you both had cum. He wiped his blood-stained lips and looked down at you with a smirk.

“Who knew that menophilia could be so much fun?”

[lonesurvivorao3]

Vita

I haven’t written anything for Kinktober (yet), so have a snip of my bravest prompt kink from last year: Menophilia. Is it my best work? Nope, but it’s not designed to be sat on and edited and reworked.

Wrapping a towel around herself, Shepard got out to greet him, kissed his scarred mandible, and launched into a rant that he only caught snippets of. A few minutes later, she turned to him and snapped, “Are you even listening to me?” He wasn’t.

There was an unusual stillness to the Turian who could never stay still, and he was rigid instead of relaxed. This was what Garrus looked like when he was peering down the scope of his Widow, and her heart started skittering.

As another cramp clawed its way through her abdomen, warmth spread down her thighs, and she sighed, staring down at the fresh crimson staining her pale legs over dried blood. Garrus’ subvocals flared with want, and as she looked up at him, she realised where his gaze had been fixed. She was right; he was predating on her. Sort of.

Heat rushed up her spine as she asked, “You like that, big guy?”

[mys1nn3r]

Today I got my period but I was so horny I couldn't keep my fingers off my little needy crimson pussy so I fingered my little pussy down to my knuckles in front of my mirror. And then I took my period red soaked fingers out of my horny pussy and remembered how much I loved finger painting as a little girl, how I dipped my tender dainty fingers in the red and pink colors, how much I loved my reddish and pink color palettes... I couldn't hold back from licking my menstrual blood off my soaked and wet fingers with my red wet tongue and tasting myself and licking my fingers clean of my menstrual blood and having the metallic taste on my tongue. Still horny from my own arousal I fingered my aching pussy once again only to sink my fingers back into my sweetest bloody little pussy. And when I looked in the mirror again, I brought my reddish fingers to my youthful pretty face and conjured a Glasgow smile on my beautiful face and I couldn't hold back a blissful smile, with a painted sinful smile made of my own menstrual blood on my beautiful face. I have never felt so pretty before.

[loganlostitall]

I did not expect to like this and just read it to support my bestie but ermmm. Well I’ve learned something today.

idk if this one is too weird for you and i‘m anxious, but,,,

negan going down on you despite you being on your period and we realize he‘s into it a lot

*deletes myself*

nothing is too weird for me babe. let me clarify.. there is NOTHING.. and I mean NOTHING.. I wouldn't let negan fucking smith do to me. xx

Vampire

Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving) while on your period, squirting

not the bloody mouth gif

"Not now, Negan." You turn away from him, holding your hand over the pain in your lower belly.

Negan slides into bed behind you, spooning you close. You can feel his erection pressed into your lower back and you wish you could please him, but you're too miserable to even move.

"What can I do to make it better, sweetheart?" He asks, bringing his hand down to your belly, replacing yours. The touch of his hand gentle rubbing you immediately relieves some of your pain and you relax into him further.

"Nothing.. but I.. want you to be satisfied." Your hand drifts behind your back, finding Negan's hard cock and rubbing it through his boxers.

He grips your wrist gently, pushing your hand away. "Don't worry about me, baby. It's okay." He kisses the side of your neck.

"No, I want to make you happy.."

Negan chuckles. "Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea how happy you make me. Relax, get some rest."

"No, Negan.. I want you.." You groan, frustrated that your period hormones always makes you so horny and desperate. You may not be in the mood for sex, but you want to make him feel good. "I want to make you cum.."

"Yeah?" He breathes into your neck, whispering softly. "I've got an idea, baby. You trust me?"

You nod, patiently waiting to see what he's got in mind.

The covers peel off of you, leaving you cold and exposed in nothing but your tank top and panties while Negan positions himself below you, urging you to lay on your back and spread your legs in front of his face.

Your eyes widen as you look down at him. "Negan, what are you-"

"You wanna make me cum, right baby?"

"Y-yes.."

"Lemme eat this pussy then." He slides your panties down your legs and you arch your back, helping him get them off. You can't believe he actually wants this right now. You've never messed around with anyone while on your period, and your cheeks redden with embarrassment.

"Negan, I'm - I'm bleeding down there.."

"I know what a period is, doll." He smirks up at you, spreading you apart and licking his lips at the sight of your red, swollen pussy.

He breathes in deep, hovering his nose right above your opening. "Lay back and let daddy make you feel good, baby."

You obey him, leaning your head back against your pillow and shutting your eyes. He trails light kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to your center with each one. His last kiss presses against the crease of your bikini line before he slightly pulls his head back, eyeing your cunt as if he can't wait to dig in.

"My dick is hard as a fucking rock right now, baby... Just from the smell of you." His breath blowing against your clit as he whispers makes you shiver and you feel him spread your lips apart further before lightly dragging his tongue from your bloody hole to your clit.

"Mmm, fuck." He says against your clit, making it vibrate and your back arch.

His arms slide under your thighs, bringing his hands up to rest on your stomach as he pushes you down, not allowing you to move. Your legs are spread even further apart in this position and you lift your head up to look down at him.

He lightly licks at your clit as he stares up at you through his brows. Suddenly his warm mouth pulls away, leaving you cold and wanting more.

"Please don't stop." You beg.

"Wasn't planning on it, baby." Is all he says before his tongue dives deep into your wet hole, curling until it's flush against the walls of your swollen cunt. Your mouth gapes open as you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head and flutter shut at the taste of you.

"Negan!" You cry out as your hand drifts to his head between your legs and your fingers tangle and tug at his salt and pepper hair. He lets you push his head further as his tongue shoves deeper inside of you until you're sure it's soaked in blood.

He moves his tongue inside you so good that your hand falls from his head to grip the sheets beside you. You try to arch your back again but his hands are still firmly holding you in place, so you cry out loudly instead.

You lift your head again to watch him and he comes up for air, meeting your eyes. You instantly blush at the sight of your blood covering his lips and he grins lustfully, revealing even more red on his teeth.

"Negan, there's.. blood on you. All over you."

"Feel like a fucking vampire, doll... I need more." His voice is deep, desperate, and raspy as he watches your cunt, waiting for you to give him more of what he needs. "Push it out for me."

You flex the muscle in your pussy before pushing, immediately feeling a thick drop of liquid run down your slit. Negan groans as he watches the drop of blood slide down to your asshole before leaning in to catch it with his tongue. He swirls it around your tight hole before licking a stripe back up to your pussy.

"Oh my god.. Negan." You moan out, enticing him suck on your clit again. His tongue works against you eagerly as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. His left hand suddenly leaves your stomach, reaching underneath himself to stroke his aching cock.

"Negan - stop, I'm, I'm gonna cum!"

"Fuck. Me too, baby." He whines against your clit, working his tongue harder and faster.

The thought of Negan cumming sends you over the edge and a rush of warm liquid squirts out of you, making Negan quickly dip his head lower so it lands in his mouth. He lets out a long, hoarse moan as a mix of your blood and juices fill his mouth. He swallows every drop down with ease before going back for seconds, collecting as much as he can like he can't get enough.

Moments of him drinking, moaning, and licking you clean pass by before he finally comes up for air.

"Goddamn, girl." He says out of breath. "Fucking love this time of the month."

[coquettexnightz]

| Smell It A Mile Away |

- 18+ content, Menophilia! -

Every night, Marko met up with his best human friend. His only human friend. David had been telling him it was time to turn her, no matter if she agreed to it or not…but Marko felt the urge to wait for his mate.

One day, Marko could immediately smell her upon entering the boardwalk. He smirked and spared no words to his brothers before walking toward the sweet smell. He knew it was her time of the month, he was more than excited.

What he didn’t expect as he approached her, was for her to shy away and try to excuse herself.

“Sorry, Marko. I really should get going.” Y/n mumbled in embarrassment as she turned to walk away.

Marko quickly grabbed a hold of her arm, yanking her back toward him to where her back was pressed against his chest. “Why’re you blowing me off, little girl?” He snarled into her ear, never having been so rough with her.

Y/n knew that her best friend was a vampire, she knew all about vampires and how much they knew. She had hoped that Marko wouldn’t show up to the boardwalk tonight, but of course, he did. He would never pass up a time to hang around with his favorite girl, and she should have expected that.

For a second, as Marko acted clueless as to why Y/n didn’t went to be around him, she almost believed that he couldn’t tell that she was on her period.

“I’ve been here a while, Marky. You know I’m not allowed out too late, my brothers will come looking.” She pouted.

Marko pulled her into the only alleyway that wasn’t occupied by drugged out surf nazis. He softly pinned her against the stone wall, covered with missing kid posters. Which made her feel more than guilty.

Her stomach was pressed against the wall and Marko didn’t help by pushing his body closer to hers. He brought his hand to her stomach and slid it down to where her uterus should be, “You think I can’t smell it?” He giggled into her ear, biting her neck teasingly. Just hard enough to make her question if he had actually broke skin with his fangs. But he hadn’t. “You’re as fertile as you’ll ever be, baby. My sweet, fertile baby.”

“What’re you doing?” Y/n nervously asked as Marko slid his hand onto her thigh and slowly began to scrunch up her short, pleated skirt.

“You smell so good. It smells so good. So good that I smelt it from almost a mile away, isn’t that something? Hm, my innocent baby?” He teased her, his fingers slowly invading her thin, pink panties.

“We’re best friends, Marko. Please.” Y/n begged, fighting the urge to roll her hips forward into Marko’s rough fingers.

“I bet the boys can smell it right now, I know I do. Fuck— let’s have a taste.” He insisted, swiftly taking his hand out of her panties and quickly turning her around to press her back against the wall.

Marko maintained eye contact as he brought two fingers to his lips and licked the blood off, savoring it. “Oh my god.” Y/n mumbled to herself, almost not believing her eyes. If Edgar and Alan saw their sister like this with this— man…they’d probably stake them both.

“It just isn’t enough, Y/n.” Marko rolled his eyes, stepping closer to his mate and gripping the back of her neck, tangling his fingers into her hair. He used one hand to slide her panties down to her ankles, stepping on them with his boot. “Pick your feet up.” So, she did. Marko kicking her panties away and slotting his right leg in between her legs.

Slowly, he moved his leg back and forth, rubbing it against her bleeding pussy. Y/n moaned and leaned her head back to be closer to Marko’s hand. The feeling of his leather chaps against her bare mound felt way too good to be true.

“Shit. I’ll get you off, but not with my leg. It’s not like I’m a useless virgin.” Marko scoffed, shaking his head with a smirk as he got to his knees and used his strength to pick her up and lay her legs on his shoulders.

Y/n gripped his soft, curly, blonde hair and pulled at it as Marko immediately dived in. Sticking his tongue in between her folds and pushing his face as close as possible to her pussy. Y/n wasn’t embarrassed anymore and Marko was very eager to drink every last bit of her period blood. Any other vampire would get carried away and harm her, but Marko? He knew what to do, even if he was the youngest of the pack.

“Could eat this pussy all night long.” Marko mumbled in between licks. He gripped Y/n’s ass and pulled her so close to the point where all he breathed in was the smell of her and her blood. As Marko began to thrust his tongue into her, causing her to practically scream in ecstasy as she came, many people heard her pleasure filled pleads. But they didn’t stop to check, it was a usual occurrence between couples at the boardwalk. “Don’t you feel good? Knowing you’re the only girl I haven’t murdered and eaten for dinner?”

“Yes.” Y/n sighed, her hands slowly falling from his head. She gazed down at his smirking face, his nose, mouth, and chin covered in her blood. “Oh, Marko…you’re covered.” She whined, her eyes half way shut.

“I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” He asked happily, picking her up off of his shoulders and standing up. Moving to hold her in his arms.

“You’re unbelievable.” Y/n commented, wrapping her arms around his shoulders lazily and pressing her cheek into his chest.

“Didn’t hear you complaining when I was nose deep in your pussy, now, did I? Now, come on, let me bring you to your brothers.” Marko smiled after using his leather sleeve to wipe most of the blood off of his face.

“They’d kill you.” She scoffed, calling his bluff.

“Let’s just see, come on.” Marko giggled, pulling her softly by the hand and leading her through the crowd. His brothers not too far away, all watching with smirks. They knew tonight would be the night.

[hashitobiweek]

Day 3: A/B/O • Falling in love • Menophilia

Mod got lost in the date of scheduled posts😅

Please don't let this stop you from sharing your work. All of them will be reblogged and masterlisted 💙

[oenis-fridays]

remembered the word menophile… beautiful word it might be The best one

[blkkizzat]

*TURN SOUND ON & UP :)

JJK MEN (GOJO, TOJI, CHOSO, GETO, SUKUNA, NANAMI) X READER

case files: doppelgänger curses have been running rampant and causing chaos around tokyo impersonating everyday civilians including sorcerers. jujutsu society has set up veils and your boyfriend has given you strict orders not to lower them to let anyone in the house but him—but how do you know if it’s really even him?

report notes: I love this game! If you haven't played go play a few rounds @ thatsnot-myneighbor[DOT]io (it’s free and all online). —last up: Sukuna!

kinktober 2023-2024 m.list | original teaser

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙱𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂:

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟷........... THE STRONGEST

alias: 𝚐𝚘𝚓𝚘, 𝚜.

visitor log: its midday and your clingy-ass boyfriend—gojo satoru—should be hard at work right getting rid of these doppels not knocking at your door—gotta be a fake... right?!

classifications: bimbo!reader (canonverse of otaku!gojo's bunny!reader), yandere-esque Gojo, nipple play, recorded sex, lots of sex toys, dirty talk, panty theft, extreme overstim + slight omorashi.

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟸........... THE SORCERER KILLER

alias: 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘, 𝚝.

visitor log: an extra toji fushiguro should be double the trouble and double the fun but neither likes to share, you know for sure which ones your toji—but do you really even care?

classifications: bratty!reader, brat taming, breeding, baby trapping, hair pulling, spit play + creampies, jealousy, grump!toji, daddy kink

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟹........... THE CULT LEADER

alias: 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚘, 𝚜.

visitor log: you shouldn't have even been watching the gate bunny, that's much too hard for you! so when you inevitably fuck up, your cult leader boyfriend—geto suguru—has the perfect punishment planned for you and your pretty pussy wait..in front of his entire congregation tho!?

classifications: dumb bimbo!reader, canonverse of nerd!geto's bunny!reader, cult rhetoric, dark themes, sensory deprivation/amaurophilia, punishment, humiliation, shibari, edging, overstim, exhibitionism, toxic jealousy, possessiveness, yandere Suguru, drugged sex, cnc/free-use reader, mentions of orgies/group sex and a bit of forced breeding.

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟺........... THE SORCERER SALARYMAN

alias: 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒, 𝚔.

visitor log: your sweet boyfriend, nanami kento, promised he'd come visit you tonight bunny. awe baby, don't cry, you're sure that's actually him at the door but you'll run through your checklist just to make sure, won't you?

classifications: error 404—case report not found (finalizing)

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟻........... THE BIG BROTHER

alias: 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚘, 𝚌.

visitor log: crazed with quarantine boredom, you can't help but to tease your naive lil' roommate—choso kamo—but you'll know when to stop before it goes too far—or have you already let the real Choso in?

classifications: mommy kink, affectionate cruelty/cuteness aggression, begging, teasing, virgin!choso, creampies, masturbation, panty theft, mentions of menophilia.

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟼.......... THE KING OF CURSES

alias: 𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊, 𝚛.

visitor log: thinking no curse would be stupid enough to enter his palace, when the king of curses comes home to find you fucking his doppel it's not going to end well for either of you—R.I.P. your pussy sis, any last words?

classifications: error 404—case report not found (finalizing)

𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙳.𝙳.𝙳. 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙱𝙻𝙺𝙺𝙸𝚉𝚉𝙰𝚃

— 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚁𝚂: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽.

xoxo 💋

report notes: yo so this was meant to be about 4k total and instead it turned out to be 4k per story so i'm breaking it up (fully completed 3 and making last minute edits on the others, so staggering them out). Consider this a kinktober all on its own lol (still doing stuff left over from last years though). btw—everyone who asked on my official taglist, kinktober or the teaser will still be tagged on each individual story but you can comment below if you haven't asked to be tagged already.

©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

[decafdoodlez]

The Fox one is SO real… 🙂‍↕️🩸🤍

I don't know if this has been done before (so if it has I apologize) and it may be a dead meme, but I have to preoccupy myself when I have downtime at work somehow and what better way then to make stupid period memes while I am ON my period??? :D

Ren:

Lawrence:

Strade:

Celia:

Derek:

Mason:

Fox:

[reiderwriter]

reiderwriter's Kinktober mlist '23

Hi everyone! I'm super excited to announce that I'll be partaking in kinktober this year! It's my first year as a writer on tumblr and AO3 so I'm excited to give this a go!

I'll be posting (almost) a fic a day for the 31 days of October. All of them are Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader, and the details about each fic/kink can be found below the cut!

Because the tumblr algorithm doesn't reward daily posting and will probably shadow-ban me for posting daily (thanks to everyone who gave me that advice), I'll be posting everything on AO3, and only crossposting here twice a week. I know this isn't ideal for some of you, but I will go back to regular posting after October!

Let me know which day you're most looking forward to (me and day 1, 7, and 30 👀)!!

Without further ado, the masterlist!

tumblr uploads* || ao3 uploads

Sun 1st - Hate Sex - Mean!Dom! Spencer

Mon 2nd - Leather - roommate! Spencer

Tue 3rd - Collaring - pt.2 Black Cat reader

Wed 4th - Prostitution - sub! Spencer

Thu 5th - Titfucking - sub! Spencer

Fri 6th - DubCon - Reupload on AO3*

Sat 7th - Breeding - FWB! Spencer

Sun 8th - Virginity - coworker! Spencer

Mon 9th - Stripping - sub! Spencer

Tue 10th - Sex Toys - sub! Spencer

Wed 11th - Blindfold - soft dom! Spencer

Thu 12th - Somnophilia - dom! Spencer

Fri 13th - Menophilia - perv! Spencer

Sat 14th - Orgasm Denial - mean dom! Spencer

Sun 15th - Panties - DBF! Spencer/Hotch Daughter! Reader

Mon 16th - Temperature Play - dom! Spencer

Tue 17th - Make-up Sex - I Can See You pt. 2

Wed 18th - DP - dom! Spencer

Thu 19th - Spanking - Professor! Spencer

Fri 20th - Uniform - dom! Spencer

Sat 21st - Watersports - dom! Spencer

Sun 22nd - S&M - coworker! Spencer

Mon 23rd - Intercrural Sex - perv! Spencer

Tue 24th - Face sitting - munch! Spencer

Wed 25th - Praise Kink - dom! Spencer

Thu 26th - Edgeplay - dom! Spencer

Fri 27th - Daddy Kink - dom! Spencer

Sat 28th - Breath Play - coworker! Spencer

Sun 29th - Masturbation - cowork! Spencer

Mon 30th - Free Use - dom! Spencer

Tue 31st - Soft/ Vanilla - coworker! Spencer

*a reupload of a fic that is already posted here on tumblr (I don't have any other ideas for DubCon rn, rip)

*tumblr uploads are either based on existing requests (Tuesday posts) or longer 4-5k word fics with more plot than just porn (Sunday posts).

[thesassypadawan]

Blood Sucker (Sam x GFReader)

Summary: It’s the night of your campus' big Halloween party and you (plus your emo bf) were all excited to go to it, until…your favorite monthly monster decided to haunt early.  Too bloated and in too much pain, you opt out…telling him to go without you.  But, to your ghoulish delight, he decides stay in with you…help you through this like the good little blood sucker that he is.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Menophilia, oral, mission, mentions of blood, those cheesy plastic vampire fangs, and…Sam’s skilled tongue and chubby pierced dick.

Notes: Happy Kinktober all you, lovelies! 🖤🧡

A little something for a lovely anon! It was truly a pleasure to write this! I had a lot of fun with it, cannot not emphasize that enough!  Hope you like it and to see more of your lovely requests in my inbox! 💗

- Loud, lewd sucks and slurps fill…bounce off the walls of your festively decorated dorm room.  As he messily devours; groans as he savors the bitter, metallic taste.  “Sammy, stop!  It’s too gross!  Going to make a mes-”

- “Shut up you, little brat,” he growls into your aching core.  Grip on your thighs tightening, black nails sinking into your soft flesh.  “Said you were hurting too bad to go.  Begged me for help.  Well…”

- Spreading your legs wider; he licks yet another long stripe up your swollen, sore pussy.  “I’m being a good boyfriend…”  Pushes them back, closer to your chest.  Holding you still, pinning you to the pumpkin patterned sheets.  “…. and doing exactly that.”

- Hovering above, caging you in with his arms.  He smirks down at you…  “Besides, you ruined my night.”  …mouth, nose, and chin glistening with your crimson blood.  The sight making your stomach clench, walls flutter in excitement and slight revulsion.  “Least you can do is give me this.”

- Like a kid left unattended with his candy haul, he dives in greedily once more.  Burying his head between, pressing heated kisses to your plush pillows.  Lips envelope your sensitive bud; circling, pulling it a bit roughly.  Grunting when your hips reflexively buck in response.

- Blue eyes barely peek over your neatly trimmed mound, while he drags his tongue through your folds…rims, prods at your raw, little hole.  Coating it in your tinted slick, mixing it with his saliva to create a salacious lubricant.

- Delving deeply, plunging fervently.  Massaging, reaching places you’re sure he hasn’t before.  Lapping at that certain spongy spot; eliciting the sweetest, filthiest moans from you…making the pain ease just the tiniest amount.

- Cheeks grow flush, heat pools and builds up inside you.  “B-baby…ba-baby,” you stammer.  Thighs starting to tremble and shake.  While your fingers lace, tug weakly at his tuft of blue hair; trying to pull him off, yet closer at the same.  “Baby, s-sto-”

- Hot breath washes over your now empty cunt when he exhales in frustration.  Nips you with his cheesy, novelty fangs; the plastic scraping deliciously.  “Said…” 

- Abruptly he pulls away, sitting back on his knees.  Sinister look plastered on his face, as he lands a strong smack to your fat bottom…grabs your ankles.  Forces your legs to bend further to the point of them nearly touching your ears.  “Shut…up…”

- “Stop being a whiny bitch…”  He grumbles; grinding, teasing you with his chubby cock.  Stud on his tip catching occasionally on your clit, speeding you towards what feels like a sinfully good orgasm.  “…and let me make you feel better.”

- Surging forward, yanking you into him.  Thrusting so hard, you’re seeing stars. Wailing out pitifully… “Sam-Sammy!!!”

- His drives are wild, erratic. Sloppily pounding, ravaging your poor pussy.  Chasing after both your highs…your relief.  Those stupid fangs hanging out over his lips; bright red glob trickling down, making his skin appear paler in the candlelight.  “Fuck you’re tight…”

- Balls slap heavily, wetly against your ass from his rough pace.  Covering, painting your ass in your own blood; sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.  “So fucking warm…”

- Speeding up, inked neck strains deliciously.  Bottoming out each time; he slams, bullies your cervix over and over.  “Shit…going to turn me into one of those fuckers who loves this…”

- And all you can do is whimper, mewl; gummy walls desperately clinging to his length.  “Better tell me when the next is…”  Hands fisting the sheets, turning white.  “Going to keep track…”  Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you teeter close to the edge…to finally having sweet release from your cramps.  “Come back every month for more…”  All thanks to your little blood sucker.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @jediavengers, @valyna27, @jameskellysgirl, @decaffeinatedunicorn,  @xoxo-hayden-fangurl-xoxo, @laoif, @xhunnybeeex, @morganellison2007, @vaderswifey, @anisangeldust, @fredswrite, @fuckmyskywalker

[merakiui]

eden.

yandere!rollo flamme x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, nsfw, non-con, captivity, obsession, menophilia/period sex, vague references to the story of adam & eve note - a self-indulgent paradise crafted by rollo's generous, gracious hand.

Silvery slivers of moonlight spill through the space in the curtains, illuminating the fluffy sheets you’re currently entangled in. A sharp sting in your abdomen rouses you from your dreamless slumber, so agonizing it causes you to slowly curl in on yourself. Miserable and defeated, you groan and bury your face in the neighboring pillow. Now muffled, the sound can only carry on for however much capacity your lungs possess. It eventually fizzles out into a solemn, silent resignation that forces you to accept the third day of the monthly curse that is the menstrual cycle.

It’s a natural facet of your biology, but that doesn’t stop you from moping when you register the slick sensation between your legs.

This wouldn’t be an issue if he got me pads or tampons, you think, bitter with resentment and worn to exhaustion even though you’ve only just woken.

Awkwardly, you attempt to sit up and pull the covers back to check the damage. Rollo’s sheets are always spotless and fresh; he washes them every two weeks on Sunday afternoons, dedicated to following his schedule down to the letter. But then the pain persists, stabbing through to your very organs, and you resume your pitiful fetal position in hopes that the severity may abate.

It does, but you think you’re just tricking yourself into believing so.

You can feel the blood soaking through your white nightgown, and the sodden fabric molds itself to your rear in a very unpleasant way. Shuddering, you blink back tears.

I wanna go home.

Home, as it happens, has felt less and less temporary with each passing month spent in Twisted Wonderland. You’ve come to associate the familiarity of Night Raven College and its student body with comfort and contentment. It’s your home away from home. A long, long way from home. But it’s all you’ve ever had since the Dark Mirror beckoned you forth, and it’s served as your solace for a while.

Initially, you felt trapped and alone, uncertain of your fate and what this could mean for your life. But now you realize that no amount of feeling stuck at school could ever compare to this—to real confinement.

Your capture and, subsequently, your captor’s inexplicable infatuation are the result of arbitrary observation. In his frigid, heavy-eyed stare, you fit the criteria for a definition of purity he has constructed for his own abstract conduct. Untouched by magic, unable to conjure even the simplest spell, you are the speck of hope within Pandora’s box—a blessing enshrouded in sin.

“It must be taxing to live amongst mages so often,” he had said, as if to extend sympathy.

Foolishly, not quite understanding where those words were coming from, you replied in jest, “Believe me, it is. The amount of times I’ve nearly been caught in the crossfire when my friends get into heated arguments… Yikes.”

Rollo Flamme is a righteous man, and thus it is his duty to build a pristine paradise for you. An Eden of his own creation, its sole purpose to safeguard you from the pollution that is magic and, by extension, mages.

But purity cannot be found here, for Rollo is a devil in this garden. Potted plants adorn the floor; it’s something of a floral jungle, filling the room with perfumed scents and pretty sights. You’ve made note of their habits—of every flower that wilts and rises once it’s watered, of every petal that pries itself open under the moon’s glow and closes come sunrise, of every stem that’s trimmed to prevent excess.

Rollo Flamme prefers tidy spaces, so this well-kept garden is sterile and peaceful. You’ve likened it to a morgue filled with dead things—or soon-to-be dead things, as most plants cannot thrive forever no matter how diligent the botanist.

He barked a humorless, monosyllabic laugh at your declaration. “Unless you’ve chosen to view yourself as a rotting corpse, which you are not, your comparison is both unwarranted and untrue,” he muttered, and that was the final utterance of that subject.

Conversations with Rollo are always impossible, which is why you’re dreading this next one when he turns the key in the lock. The sound is like a gunshot in an empty room: explosive. As if echoing your discomfort, your cramps worsen in their intensity and you suck in a shaky breath through grit teeth. You hear the door shut and lock, sentencing you to an exchange with an unwanted warden. He walks into a mostly serene scene, his glacial gaze sweeping across the room to pick apart any interruptions in this slice of Shangri-La.

“I’ve brought dinner,” he announces, and you lift your head to peer at the tray in his hands.

“I don’t want your grapes and croissants,” you spit. “I want something warm.”

“It is warm.” Stepping closer, he sets the tray on his desk. You spy wispy tendrils rising from a bowl of soup. “Sit up and eat before it goes cold.”

You attempt that, halfway up on your elbows, but then your abdomen tightens and you slump back into the sheets. “Hurts,” you whine, clutching your stomach.

Rollo sniffs at the air, brows furrowing. His shoes click out an even rhythm against the floorboards, stopping at your bedside. Without ceremony he yanks the duvet away and you hiss at him, humiliated even though it’s normal. Your skin prickles with a chill, and it’s made even worse when you see the fiery glint in his eyes—the perceptive sort of glaze that overtakes his pupils when he’s observing you. His eyes crawl down your figure, stopping at the stain sullying your satin nightgown.

“Ah, you’ve leaked.”

“Obviously,” you snap. “I did this yesterday, too. When are you going to get me pads? Or tampons? I’ll even take a towel at this point or toilet paper. Anything is better than this.”

Rollo shakes his head. “You’re perfectly fine as you are.”

“Free bleeding like this is filthy and unsanitary.”

“So I’ll simply clean you.”

You drag your hand down your face and groan. “Rollo, please. It hurts, and it’s wet and uncomfortable.”

“You’ve illustrated these points more than clearly.”

“So then… Then do something about it!”

He narrows his eyes at you, silently taking issue with your demand, before he hums his consideration. His face settles into something neutral while he removes his hat and shoes, dutifully setting them in their respective places.

Rollo surprises you when he climbs onto the bed, kneeling over you with the tiniest trace of a smile.

“Spread your legs. I’ll have a look.”

Fresh horror blooms on your already distraught countenance. You bickered with him over this yesterday when he’d brought a wet rag to your inner thigh, seething at you to stay still while he wiped you down. You’d wrestled with him for ownership of the rag, insisting in panicked huffs that you could do it yourself. Your slap had rung out in the silence, rendering Rollo stiff with stormy emotions. He’d relinquished the rag, scoffing at you for being ungrateful and resolving to scribble in his diary for the rest of the day—a prisoner to his own silent treatment.

Now, as his cold fingertips creep up your legs, you feel less hungry and more sick.

Weakly, you shake your head at him, sinking deeper into the pillows. “I… I can do it myself…”

“With what? The nightgown you’ve already dirtied?” He tilts his head at you and smiles an odd smile. You can’t place it, whether it’s smug or sweet, but it soon becomes the former when he throws your words right back at you: “That’s filthy and unsanitary.”

“You don’t have anything either,” you retort, only to grimace once more.

Rollo exhales through his nose, amusement flashing in his dreary eyes. “Because I’m not going to clean you. Not yet.”

Ice crystalizes within your veins, and the tension in your legs slackens enough for him to pull them apart. “What?”

His hands stray dangerously close. You stiffen, nerves tangling with panic. “There are ways to alleviate menstrual cramps. You should be aware of them, so I see no need to go into detail.”

“I know, yes, but—” You swallow thickly and push his reaching fingers away before they can curl around the hem of your nightgown. “Rollo, please don’t…”

“You’ll feel better,” he assures you matter-of-factly, whispering the words like that will change anything. “This is better than medicine and safer than magic.”

You shift beneath him, unsettled. “A… A hot compress will do. Y-You’ll get yourself dirty. Also! A-Also… If we don’t wash the sheets soon, it’ll stain.”

“Let it. It will serve as a reminder to both of us. A reminder that, though you may ruin these sheets with all manner of bodily fluids, they will still remain pure.” He lifts your nightgown, leaning close to your ear while palming at your stomach. You angle yourself away from him, eyes squeezed shut. “It’s because you’re perfect and clean, untainted by magic, that you are able to exist here. I envy you…”

His bare hand is cold against your warm belly and it travels lower, his fingers hooking around the waistband of your panties. You stifle a whine, tears welling up behind your eyelids.

“Rollo…”

“Even your voice…” He inhales deeply, high off the scent of you—metallic and pungent, a natural musk more enticing than any flowery perfume. “Everything about you is so clean, even the very blood that pools between your legs… Just a moment in your embrace is enough to wash away the layers of filth that accumulate on my person. Perhaps you might even manage to scrub beneath my skin, wash out every ounce of magic that rests within… Would that I could, I’d break myself into pieces so that you may reassemble me—build a better me. A me without magic. If only…”

His other hand slithers into yours, squeezing tight. You’re arrested by the strain in his tone when he speaks next, so full of yearning and desperation. Covetous. Shameless.

“If only.”

“R-Rollo, please stop…”

“Yes… Yes, of course,” he babbles, nodding to himself. “I’ve likened you to a concept—to purity alone—but you are more than that. The embodiment of it… An angel. Otherworldly, immune to the poisonous effects of magic… Yes, that is what you are. An angel bereft of flaws.”

He fishes his celestial-patterned handkerchief from his pocket and presses it to your lips next. Your eyes snap open to find him now much closer than before, and you have but a moment to brace yourself before he leans in. The kiss is indirect, the both of you separated by the cloth, but the intention is there. It sticks to you even after he’s lowered the handkerchief. You are too pure and he is too filthy, which is why your lips must never touch.

Contradictory because he’s kissed you before.

Rollo drags your blood-soaked panties down to your knees. You shudder like a frail leaf caught in autumn’s harsh breeze.

“I’ve saved you—freed you!—from those…those villains. So you must allow me to indulge.” He shakes his head, his licentious, lustful stare smoldering to such a scorching degree it brands impure, unhealthy love upon your bare flesh. “I will indulge because I have been nothing but agreeable. This—” his fingers brush your slick folds, testing the waters— “is a wonder no magic could ever hope to reproduce. This is just you. Perfect, pretty, pure you…”

Experimentally, his digits dip shallowly inside. You flinch and inhale a sharp, frantic breath, your stomach somersaulting and knotting itself all at once. Complicated feelings stir within you as you writhe under his invasive touch. Your effort to escape is halfhearted; it’s too painful to move, so instead you attempt to clamp your legs shut. He tuts at you and slips his hand out from your hold to pet along your thigh.

“There goes a certain tale,” Rollo says, breathless as he continues his patient exploration. His eyes rove over your pussy like he intends to imprint it in his memory, and he doesn’t shy away from the crimson rivulet that runs down his palm when he sinks his fingers in further. You grit your teeth, melting against the pillows like an angel stamped in snow, and your free hand strangles a fistful of sheets. “In which a pair lived together in paradise, but it was temptation that ultimately led to their downfall. It is a doomed narrative.”

You’re breathing heavily now, your eyes flicking from the ceiling to the many plants that surround you on all sides, each one in full bloom. It feels as if you’re on a bed-turned-boat in a sea of greenery.

A sea of divine fertility.

With a skillful curl the two fingers delve deeper, pressing up against your gummy walls. Against your better judgment, you whine, loud and bawdy. His touch soothes, but then it stings. It makes you want to peel yourself open and step out of your skin so that you may subject it to a vigorous washing. It makes you despise the scent of flowers. It makes you fear the sound of the bell as it tolls unfailingly every single day. It makes you wish you’d never opened your mouth to respond to his words all those weeks ago.

Tears slip from your lash line. “Stop… Please stop…”

“Perhaps this is that same story made modern. Perhaps you were sculpted specially for me and I for you.” A third finger joins the other two working you open. Paper-pale skin is coated in brilliant vermillion, the very color of ardent desire. “Perhaps we are destined to fall together, born anew in someplace purer…”

The slow, steady drag of his fingers is more tempting than the ripe redness between your thighs, and you force yourself to gaze sidelong at the soup sitting abandoned on his desk. He plucks at each of your tangled, dewy strings, unraveling them with graceful strokes, and you’re pulled along on the blissfully uncomfortable current, treading between someplace grounded in reality and fantasy.

From above, at the bird’s eye view, you have become a garden for Rollo’s twisted whimsy.

You return to yourself when he eases his fingers out, stalling for a silent beat, before he thrusts them back in in one fluid motion. It punches the air from your lungs, has you throwing your head back with a weepy howl. He watches this with fierce scrutiny, curious at a clinical level.

“You’re beautiful,” he admits, spreading his fingers inside you. “My world. My panacea. My angel.”

“No… No, no.” You sob, your chest heaving with every wail. You can smell yourself on the air, the sharp scents of iron and sweat. Your pussy weeps blood, devastated at the hands of a monster, and yet it can’t stop affixing itself to him. A mold meant to suit his design. “Please… Please take it out.”

A shadow of contemplation passes over Rollo’s flushed countenance and then he’s reaching over to dry your tears, dabbing at your face with his handkerchief. “You’re okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore, right?”

You shake your head in protest rather than respond, chewing your bottom lip to shreds. A feeble whine slips through and you arch into him when his thumb presses down into your clit and prods at your hood. It happens all too fast. You tighten and loosen all at once, your mouth dropping open and eyes rolling back. The sheets are soaked through and properly soiled now, but that fact doesn’t lessen the seismic ecstasy that drapes itself over you like a veil. Your vision whites out and you fall, fall, fall through the waning vestiges.

Your heart drops into your stomach at the realization.

It doesn’t hurt anymore.

“You’ve done well.” He slides his fingers out, and the gooey squelching wrings a shudder from you. This time he grants you one of his rare smiles—the authentic, sincere kind—while he presses the pads of his fingers to his upturned lips, dyeing himself in your essence. You blink through encroaching tears, an ocean that obscures your vision and fuzzies his figure.

His fingers dig into the plush pudge of your thighs, thumbs rubbing soothing circles along your adductors. You open yourself again, involuntarily blossoming in this garden of iniquity.

“Good,” he praises again, whisper-soft. “You’re only permitted to be this way with me. Anyone else would simply tarnish your sweetness. They’d take advantage of your ability to cleanse even the foulest of filth. But I…”

Rollo, still clothed and now libidinous in his impatience, fumbles to pull himself free. His throbbing erection presses against your stomach, the final piece to force this puzzle to completion.

“I will always lay myself at your altar.”

You beg him not to, but every objection goes unheard. His hips connect with yours; he’s holding back, if only just barely, pressing onwards slowly, his breath coming in huffs and grunts. To savor it. To know the feeling firsthand and engrave it into his very being, from his fingers to his toes. To immerse himself in the red rain of a shackled angel.

To color a picturesque paradise in cardinal sin.

Just beyond the windows of Eden, swathed in midnight luminescence, a glorious city set aflame burns bright, overtaken by fiery flowers.

[tetta-kissaki]

somewhat hyper specific kinks i think each tr guy would have and why

hello everyone i have spent weeks thinking abt this and making a list so if this post does okay i might do a few more parts of this hehe. cw for most of these HGNSJFND

takemichi- starting off with some wild cards: bdsm and cbt. have u seen him in a fight? he absolutely does not back down, and he’s not much different during sex. like i know he wants to show his girl how strong he is and that he can take it.

chifuyu- autogynephilia. don’t really have an explanation for this one it just feels right JGNSJFNS

mikey- macrophilia. he’s only 5’3. he’s a little guy. i feel like the invincible mikey getting dommed by a much bigger and taller woman would absolutely rock his world LMAO

draken- everybody in all the discord servers i’m in have all unanimously agreed with this one. he’s into watersports. he just loves the feeling of his girl pissing on his cock.

baji- i feel like he’s into acarophilia, aka scratching. he’s into marking in general, but he will absolutely break the skin on your back and make you bleed. he likes receiving, too- especially if his girl is wearing acrylic nails.

mitsuya- he’s so generous. his girl is so pretty that he can’t just keep her to himself! he’s also very loyal to his friends even though they want a piece of her. so what does he do about it? he loves cuckolding. she just looks so beautiful letting his friends do whatever they want to her. who is he watching you with, though? draken, mikey, and hakkai are his favorites, but if any of his friends ask, he’ll say yes.

hakkai- hear me out- heterophilia, aka the idealization of non-straight people who are “straight acting”. weird one, i know. BUT on hakkai’s wiki it says he dislikes effeminate people so it just makes sense to me.

nahoya- pet play! he’d be the best puppy. he’s energetic and playful, loves when his handler pets his hair, looks real cute in a collar and leash, and he whimpers :)

souya- menophilia. just the smell of his girl’s period blood drives him crazy. he can slide his dick inside of her so easily when she’s on her cycle, and he loves the feeling of it. he loves the taste of it on certain days, too. he read somewhere that sex can help ease the cramps, so he’s not just doing it for his own pleasure.

taiju- do i even have to explain why i think taiju would be into chastity?

kokonoi- i bet u thought i was gonna go with some kind of money kink but nope! he has a foot fetish. he gives his girl money to get pedicures, buys her nice heels to wear, gives a mean foot massage, and loves the way they look in nylons.

inupi- knife and blood play. this one might be a bit on the nose because he’s always carrying that pocket knife around, but come on. he has a whole collection of custom knives specifically for bedroom use and you can’t convince me otherwise.

kisaki- he’s into erotic hypnotism. he loves a submissive girl and he wants her to feel as relaxed as possible and as good as possible.

hanma- autofellatio. he’s a tall, lanky dude. he could do it.

kazutora- similar to chifuyu’s, i don’t really have anything to back this one up. it just makes sense. he’s into stygiophilia, which is arousal by thoughts of hell and eternal damnation.

ran- he takes really good care of himself. he has a specific skin care routine, gets his hair done frequently, and showers twice a day. he looks good and feels good, so of course he’d wanna watch himself masturbate or fuck his girl in front of a mirror so he can see himself! he’s into katoptronophilia. he even has a mirror on his ceiling above his bed.

rindou- he’s into voyuerism and degredation and i will die on that hill. maybe his girl is a bit of an exhibitionist who likes to spice up even the most mundane activities. she’ll flash her tits at him anywhere and everywhere. god, she’s such a slut, but she’s already got her tits out in front of god and everybody, so she might as well just take her top all the way off. a delicious combination of kinks to have in my humble opinion.

sanzu- he’s unhinged and a freak. he’s into peodeiktophilia. he gets off on flashing his dick at people. frottuerism, too.

izana- primal play. he’s fast and also a little bit crazy. he would absolutely love to chase his girl in the woods.

kakucho- say it with me eveybody: mommy kink! he’s pretty dependent on his girl and she makes him feel safe and loved. this is kinda teetering on the edge of age play, but he also loves to suck on her tits.

shinichiro- that man definitely has a praise kink. giving specifically, but i’m not sure if there’s a different word for that. idk about u guys but i’d absolutely fold if i heard the words “you’re doing such a good job! i’m so proud of you!” come out of his mouth.

naoto- roleplaying with naoto would go so hard. he’s good at it! he works in the law enforcement field, so he knows how to play the role of a cop who needs to punish his naughty criminal girl. he’s got the props, too!

tags: @arlerts-angel @fountain-baby @dcsiremc @trevengersprincess @ringsofsaturnnnn @sleazymac-n-cheesy @duckykisaki @hrtsriri @reiners-milkbiddies

[mrsdesade]

Homelander and menophilia 👁️🫦👁️

Hi dear, thanks for your patience! I can happily offer some headcanons about this, I'll try to keep it sfw as possible for not being banned. These headcanons delve into a dark and disturbing aspect of Homelander's character, my fav thing ever to be honest💕

Homelander's bloody passion headcanons

A fetish for the macabre: Homelander has a deep-seated fascination with blood, finding it both beautiful and intoxicating. This fetish often manifests in his romantic relationships. Perhaps he's drawn to the raw, primal nature of blood, seeing it as a symbol of life and death.

Blood-related gifts: He might give his love interest gifts that are related to blood, such as dark red roses, ruby jewelry, or even vials of his own blood.

Blood-written love letters: He might write love letters to his partner, using blood of his enemies as ink. The contrast between the romantic words and the macabre medium would create a disturbingly beautiful effect.

Blood-infused perfumes: He might create a custom perfume using his partner's blood as a key ingredient. The scent would be a constant reminder of them, even when they're not physically present.

Dark fantasies: Homelander has dark fantasies involving blood and dominance. These fantasies often revolve around his partner, and he might subtly hint at them during intimate moments. His fantasies often involve him as a dominant figure, controlling the situation. Blood might symbolize this power dynamic, with him being the one who inflicts and controls the pain.

Bloodplay during intimacy: Physical intimacy with his partner often involves some form of bloodplay, whether it's a small cut or a deeper wound. He finds the sight and smell of blood incredibly arousing. He might engage in more elaborate bloodplay, like using blood as a lubricant. These acts are not just about physical pleasure but about a twisted form of bonding. Blood bath are more than welcomed. As well he might believe that blood has aphrodisiac properties, enhancing his sexual desire and pleasure.

A Perversion of love: For Homelander, love and violence might be intertwined. He might believe that the more extreme his actions, the deeper his love for his partner.

Blood rituals: If you share this interest with him, he might engage in private blood rituals, involving your blood. These rituals could range from simple bloodletting to more complex, almost sacrificial acts.

Blood-Related Nicknames: He might give his partner blood-related nicknames, such as "my crimson queen" or "my scarlet rose.''

Blood-stained keepsakes: Homelander might collect items that have been stained with his partner's blood as a way to keep them close, even when they are apart.

Blood as a bond: He might believe that sharing blood with you creates an unbreakable bond, a connection that goes beyond the physical. This could be a particular way for him to feel loved and accepted. A sick promise of eternal loyalty and devotion.

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Thanks again for the request, enjoy! Kisses kisses! 💕