#cun*nilingus

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Imagine asking Angel to have sex with you on your period, so you won’t get pregnant. He tells you he’s a vampire, so you don’t have to worry about it. He’ll also eat you out. If you want.

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Imagine Edward thinking you smell mouthwatering.

He hadn’t caught a whiff of your aroma when you were casually checking him out earlier, but you were standing right in front of the fan. Your scent wasn’t so much wafting as roaring in his nostrils. And then you sat down next to him. He nodded at your “hey, Edward.”

While you prepared to take notes, the vampire caught glimpses of your daydreams. Namely, you sitting on his face. The bloodlust abruptly disappeared. Edward thanked God you were scanning the whiteboard, hand gripping your pen, and unaware of the venom rushing to his nether regions.

An image of his cool fingers gliding into you was too much. Edward covered his gasp, disappointed when he realized there was no secretions on his hand. You continued jotting down notes, oblivious (for now) that a vampire was fantasizing about his wedding night.

Note: This scene was always funny to me, but now I (hopefully) made this request funny in an inappropriate way.

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Imagine suspecting Stu’s the killer and warning Billy, who tries to seduce you into forgetting. You almost forget yourself until you consider that almost nobody would want to believe their goofy friend could secretly be evil. Then Billy offers to eat you out.

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Imagine inviting the dream ghost to take a seat on your face, earning you a mouthful of sweet ectoplasm, after she goes down on you.

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Imagine feeling more amorous than usual when while visiting the Härga. 

Pelle credited the summer solstice, also citing his belief you two were soulmates because of astrology. You vocally agreed, but internally figured it didn’t matter what time of year you came; the land itself seemed to be calling you. Yes, the lush greenery was breathtaking, but you were sure Härga was just as gorgeous in fall or winter. 

Your boyfriend smiled softly. “The land’s fertile and so are you.” 

While the others take Ingemar’s magic mushrooms, Pelle pulls you aside for some fornication amongst the trees. Once you were sure the thicket hid you from your friends, you playfully pushed him against a tree. Eyes shut, locking lips and embracing Pelle, the rest of the world faded away. His warm palm against your sex reminded you where you were. You opened your eyes and started to lower yourself when he shook his head. 

“Let me make love to you.” 

“We don’t have condoms.” 

“It’s a safe day for you,” Pelle soothed. 

Was that true? You couldn’t recall the exact date of your last cycle. Your thoughts were so hazy. You could feel your heartbeat in your vagina. You considered yourself lucky Pelle was the kind of boyfriend who took note of such things. 

Pulling your pantie/s to the side, Pelle lovingly rubbed then spread your folds. “______, I’ll pull out, okay? I want to eat you out afterwards so I’ll pull out. Is that alright?” 

You felt bark against your bare back. I feel like I had one of your friend’s shrooms, you wanted to tell him. 

“It’s so beautiful here. Okay.”

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Note: Three-ways with villains. 👌🏻

Imagine Red Eye and Lash deciding to give you a “test drive” to see if you’d make a good throuple. 

Too bad you had no say in the decision. 

Lash’s painted smirk held your attention until her bare butt began its descent to your face. She wasn’t completely naked, unlike Red Eye. He had told her to keep the gloves and chaps on. 

Though I guess the eyepatch counts as apparel. 

You hoped he was also going to wear a condom. The idea of him ejaculating inside you... Was his member scaly and, if so, how well would you be able to feel its scales stimulating your hole? 

Lash’s lower lips gave your mouth a vertical kiss. Red Eye climbed onto the bed. Your thighs were thrust apart. Just as you hoped his privates didn’t feel as calloused, two hardnesses prodded you. Your own protuberance stirred. You were so startled, you gasped. His girlfriend took a break from grinding her pearl against your nose. 

“Surprised? Why else did you think we’re on the market? There’s more than enough of him to go around.”

The lovers then went on to explain that it was okay if you couldn’t get both off; you could fellate him after eating pussy.

“It’d be nice having someone else help with the sucking,” added Lash with a laugh. “Red Eye takes so long to get off.” 

An image of her forcing you to take a hemipenis in your mouth alongside her popped into your head. And got you hard.

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Note: Haven’t written period stuff in a while lol.

Imagine realizing Jerry Dandrige is a monster.

In your room, you contemplated how you would tell your housemate. Consumed by this unpleasant thought, you jumped when she stuck her head in.

“______, didn’t you hear me call you? Come on down.”

You were still crafting a mundane retelling of your interaction with Jerry as you followed her. Not mundane as in “boring,” but mundane as in “believable.” You wanted to tell your roomie the truth so bad. He was a type of predator. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that.

“Hello, ______.”

Jerry ceased tapping on the side of his chair and sat up to look at you. You refrained from answering. You turned to your housemate, who shared (or so she thought) a knowing look with you, smirked at Jerry, and left the room.

“Has she been converted to one of your minions?”

He chuckled, but didn’t answer. And didn’t get up like you’d hoped. If he got up, you might’ve been able to unroot yourself from the carpet.

“We have the living room to ourselves.”

The way Jerry casually drummed his fingers against his thighs made your skin crawl.

“Can you call what you do night after night ‘living’?”

This time he just smiled, shaking his head like he thought you’d either said something surprisingly clever or unsurprisingly stupid. It was hard to tell with Jerry. You were barely acquainted with your neighbor yet you wished he was a stranger. At least then you’d have an excuse to defend yourself. Why did he have to get to your housemate before you could warn her?

“Now that I’ve been made welcome, I’ll probably drop by quite a bit.” Ah. Vampires did have to be invited in, after all.

“Speaking of ‘drop,’ or should I say ‘drops’?”

An immaculate finger pointed below your waist. Driblets of blood streamed down your thigh. You stared at his ring while heat rushed to your face. You were so preoccupied, you’d forgotten to replace your tampon after tossing it.

Jerry stood up. “How about I clean you up?”

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Imagine the Demon Purger deciding whether to start with you or Ben. 

You’re both so cute. The way you grabbed your boyfriend’s (?) hand in fear was so cute. He hopes you’re a couple. He’s never had a couple before, consensually or not. Good thing the miscreant’s wearing a mask, in case he met either of you after this... 

The Demon Purger shook his head, which was enough to send a shiver through your body. Your guy just remained paralyzed. His previous victims never, ever made him feel infatuated. Obviously, neither of you were purgers and... It was better just to get it over with and fuck. What if he used your secretions as lube, before taking your boyfriend? 

But if I start with her, he realized, I’m gonna wanna finish inside.

Restrain the guy, make him watch? 

I’m going to bang your girl, the Demon Purger decided. Then make you eat her out. Eat my cum. Out of her. Yeah.

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Imagine being Kline’s secretary and meeting up with Grigori in the saucer ride instead of your superior. 

As you relay the mayor’s message the hitman can’t help but be distracted by your outfit. It wasn’t supposed to be particularly alluring, but the base was a sausage fest. The lighting inside the ride was interesting. He wondered if he could get away with flipping your skirt up and relieving some stress. 

No protection, Grigori remembered. He couldn’t even risk getting any fluids on your nice clothing. 

A mental imagine of you allowing yourself to be picked up, swinging your legs across his shoulders, and grinding yourself against his face completely drowned out your words. You begging to guzzle his- 

“You know what? I’m just going to get the mayor,” your sweet, frustrated voice broke through his daydream.

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Imagine admitting to Max that one of the reasons you like dating him is because he’s mature enough not to belittle you over your period. And he initiates menstrual sex.

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Imagine your boyfriend’s face falling when he goes to rescue you from Gabriel and sees the cyberterrorist contently eating your pussy.

“This is like having a pinecone shoved in my ass,” said Matt for the second time that day.

“You can ask Thomas to put something else there, if you want.”

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Note: Continuation of this.

Robin paused for half a second too long and was sprayed with a blast of pheromone dust. He looked taken aback, until the villain took hold of his chin and made him look at you.

“Bruce? Bruce!” you called out. Batman was trying not to be killed by Bane. Two feet landed next to you. “Dick?”

“______,” he breathed, before dropping to his knees and seizing your bare hips.

Unlike Bane, Dick was a more considerate lover. Or, at least you assumed he would have been a considerate lover if Ivy hadn’t spritzed him with your pheromones. It wasn’t very considerate to plant kisses on your hips in the middle of a fight. No matter how gentle. Your attempts to pull Robin’s head away from your pudendum were futile. Eyes half-lidded, he tongued your hole before closing his eyes and really going to town. Bane’s c/u/m was being licked up at an alarming rate.

“______.”

You shivered at the sound of your secret identity but froze when you felt a pair of lips on your neck.

Not you too, Bruce... you internally groaned. “Wait, where’s Bane?”

A grunt answered your question. Poison Ivy grinned at her henchman before shooting you a smirk. There was nothing you could do as Batman used your thighs to get off and Robin continued devouring your freshly used puss/y.

Bane was hardening again already. That member with the dark, thick veins was going to be back inside you soon. And your hypnotized teammates didn’t have a problem with that so long as they could use you as a cum-dump themselves.

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Imagine Leatherface crushing on you and attempting to express his love with cun-nilingus. You’re being held captive by the Sawyers, and there’s not much to do, so you give into his advances. At least until your period starts up. Too bad he already got a taste.

Note: Sawyers and red wings just go together.

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Imagine Harry seducing you and the Green Goblin corrupting you.

For such a sweet, virginal girl, you sure were quick to be lured into his bed. Well, you were still sweet. It warmed his heart how trusting you were. After going all the way for the first time, you were quick to rid yourself of any lingering clumsiness. By initiating sex as often as possible. You were so coy about it, too. A certain gentle touch to his arm or shoulder alerted him to the fact you were in the mood. Sometimes you even gave it to him at Oscorp. Those times were fun. For your sake, he made sure the quickies were discreet.

She really is sweet, the Green Goblin mused from between your thighs. The transformation had clearly shocked you, but you still let your boyfriend’s tongue attend to your cl!t. You squeezed your eyes shut.

The lapping stopped. You opened your mouth to say something. Then you felt something hard press against your parted lips. Taking his c0ck, your lids lifted just a bit.

“I overheard you on the phone. ‘How could you do this? You know how much Harry needs your venom.’”

Your eyes shot open.

“I’m not-” Harry paused to grunt, shoving himself deeper into your maw. “-sure how you met Spider-Man, or even if you know his identity. But once I’m done eating your puss/y you’re going to help me find him. And we’re going to make him pay.”

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Imagine Roman convincing you and Peter to let him watch while you two have period sex. To nobody’s great surprise, the upir asks to eat you out afterwards. But neither you nor Peter were expecting Roman to want to clean off the werewolf’s d!ck, too.

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Imagine Mr. Slausen using his telekinesis to make the mannequins hold you down in the chair while he goes down on you.