#period oral

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Do you ever think of sitting on your f/o’s face while on your period and grinding your bloody pussy against them while they moan in ecstasy at your scent and your taste and the mess your blood is making against their mouth and nose and cheeks, or are you normal? 🙂

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[nekrosdolly]

this is based on nothing in particular but i think vergil would eat you out more eagerly while you're on your period.

cw; afab sub reader, dom vergil, pussydrunk vergil, blood drinking, very brief pussy sniffing, cunnilingus, reader is written to have pretty gnarly periods, somewhat soft vergil to start.

blood has never tasted so good, flowing steadily from your sweet cunt in ichor streams and into his mouth. while he's never been fond of getting blood on his clothing from demons, or perhaps having it stain his coat (god forbid it taint yamato), this is different. you needed him and he wanted you all the same.

your periods aren't usually so bad, but it seemed to be getting worse. especially this month- it had to have been the worst yet. vergil had gone out of his way to make sure you were beyond comfortable, hardly allowing you to leave his bed- yes, his bed, not your own. he didn't want you to be suffering without him there to support you. the blue twin was uncharacteristically doting for the entire week. while he wasn't a fan of physical affection, he kept snuggling up to you in hopes that the inhumane temperature his body keeps would be enough to dissuade your horrific cramps.

he fed you when asked, made you plenty of tea that was supposed to help, and kept a good distance when you got cranky. the last thing he needed was you, pissed off at him for trying to help. though he wouldn't blame you by any means- he was suffocating you. within good reason, of course.

vergil had brought your immense pain up to trish and lady as inconspicuously as he could as a means of asking for help. what could he do to lessen your suffering?

"give her head," trish's voice is blunt. lady nods in agreement from her spot beside the tall, blonde woman.

"orgasms make periods shorter and less painful. we would know."

you're in bed, lying on your side with a heating pad tucked to your lower abdomen. your cramps were lessened thanks to vergil's efforts (the heating pad, some tea, and food,) but not quite gone. you're wearing one of his shirts and some very loose shorts made for sleeping when vergil walks in, and he all but pounces on you. it's embarrassing, how quickly he gets a semi just from looking at you in his clothing, in his bed, smiling at him.

sharing blood is intimate, right?

you're so sweet, looking over your shoulder at him with a little smile and meager wave.

"hi, verg," you hum politely as he shrugs off his coat and sets on the coatrack hanging on the back of his door. he settles on the edge of his bed to unbuckle each strap on his ridiculous boots.

"how are you feeling?" you turn onto your back to watch him undress, gloved fingers undoing the complicated buttons on his shirt, then unzipping it. underneath lies a black tank top and like a victorian man, you swoon at the sight of his collarbones.

"um, still a little crampy, but fine," he nods once, peeking over his shoulder at you. his fists clench, then relax.

"would you like my assistance?" he stands, peeling off his grossly hot, sticky leather pants that you love because they "hug his ass." you shake your head softly, closing your eyes as another cramp storms your uterus.

"you've done enough, verg, i'm alright-" a sudden weight over you cuts you off, feeling the bed shift beside your head and hips. when you open your eyes, your dear half-devil is on top of you and damn-near purring. his hair is starting to break free from its slicked-back state, a few strands falling over his face. he looks hungry, his powder blue eyes dark and murky.

"let me help," he rasps, one leg shifting in between yours dangerously close to your cunt, "allow me."

never a patient man, he fights himself to be calm as you ponder your answer. period sex has always struck you as gross. besides, nobody wants to fuck someone while they're literally excreting blood and chunks of flesh- or so you think. the minute you nod, he's pulling your shorts off, your underwear (and subsequently, your pad,) slipping down with them.

at first, you expect him to pull his boxers down, but your eyes widen at the sight of him slithering between your legs so he's face-to-face with your bleeding cunt. he's perverted in his own special way, closing his eyes briefly as he sniffs your blood-slickened folds, making you squirm. you open your mouth in hopes of telling him to quit being weird, but he beats you to the punch when he licks a stripe up your seam, thus drawing a moan from you instead.

blood has never been so sweet. mixed with the taste of you, he's in heaven. your legs hook over his shoulders upon his guidance, his tongue delving into your leaking entrance to taste more and more gore. plush thighs hug the sides of his head, making him hiss quietly as he forces them to part. red coats his chin, nose, and lips as he eagerly fucks you with his tongue, nails digging into your skin. drowned out beneath your noises of pleasure, soft noises of his own bubble in his throat.

you should've put a towel down, an afterthought that strikes you as he withdraws his tongue from your fluttering walls to lap at your clit with hunger only a vampire might have after tasting blood. your back arches, a cry leaving you when he sucks at your pulsing clit. he'd never say it aloud, but he loves getting you off. seeing you in such a pretty state, spread out or pressed against him, moaning until your throat was raw and tears spilled from your eyes all because of him- his tongue, his fingers, his dick, whatever it may be.

to vergil's disappointment, blood continues to seep out of you and onto the bedsheets instead of in his mouth, so he suckles on your clit until he's sure you're close before rubbing it with his thumb eagerly, forcing his tongue inside your cavern yet again. he growls into your cunt at the taste again, his mind hazy with the need to keep drinking you in. he can taste your arousal mixing with crimson, fueling him to keep going. the now sharp-ish tip of his tongue prods at your spongy g-spot, a pleased purr emitting from his chest at the way you're crying out for him to continue.

the hands on your hips gain a rough quality, his once-dull nails pricking into the soft skin of your thighs and dear god, his tongue- ribbed down the sides and pointed at the very end- fucks you masterfully.

"vergil," you reach down to take his hand, your climax fast approaching, only to find a scaly mass where his human hand once was. a quick glance downwards tells you all you need to know: he's triggering, albeit only halfway. sharp, glowing blue eyes meet yours and it's like he knows you're going to cum, your tight walls squeezing his tongue like they would his cock.

"i-i love you," you whine, a sound that falls short in comparison to the volume of the slurping and squelching filling the air. your hands grasping for something to hold onto as your climax fast approaches. your lover takes your hand in his clawed one with a soft grip. your head falls back against the pillow, squirming against his mouth. he purrs, nose nuzzling into your puffy clit. the vibrations send you tumbling over the edge.

with a cry, you cum hard on his tongue. he laps up your release and blood combined, a soft moan leaving him as he tastes you so sweetly. fire lights your veins, white-hot and all-consuming as he tongue-fucks you through your heady high, thighs shaking under his rough hands. he doesn't stop, burying himself in you until you're whining, pleading for him to stop with crystalline tears that he wants to lick away. with a soft tug to his hair, you pull him off and he allows you. but not before pressing a kiss on your overworked clit.

standing from between your legs, ichor coats his face from the nose-down. it's dripping from his chin down his neck, soaking into the collar of his tank top. it's enough to make you squirm under his gaze and pull your shirt down to cover yourself. red-stained (human) tongue pokes from between his lips to lap at the blood left on them, pale blue eyes boring into your own.

"...i'm going to get a tampon in," you mutter, getting out of bed on shaky legs and meandering to his en-suite bathroom. luckily, he's kept a small stash of period products for you ever since you started dating.

in the wake of your absence, his eyes travel to the tempting bloodstain on his bed. he has half a mind to lean down and nuzzle his face into it, perhaps try to suck the crimson from the stain in order to taste you again. he doesn't. instead, he waits by the bathroom door for you to finish so he can wash himself of your fluids, albeit reluctantly.

-

in the end, when he's holding your unconscious body against his in a tight manner, soft snores falling from your lips, he presses a ghost of a kiss on the shell of your ear.

"i love you," the sound of his voice is lost with the wind blowing through the cracked window, just how he would like it to be.

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: choi line x f! reader

warnings: double penetration + oral + creampies + anal + throat fucking + breath play

foursome with txt choi line 😵‍💫 beomgyu as the youngest gets to fuck your lil throat while yeonjun n soob get to fuck your cunt n ur tight ass <3 yeonjun gets ur pussy obviously bc he’s the oldest n soobin gets your ass.

you lose count of how many times you cream around yeonjun, mind hazy from how exhausted you were. soobin slips his cockhead right inside your cunt along with yeonjun’s and it makes you squeal, pussy stretched beyond it’s limits. he can’t help himself n thick ropes of his cum cover your pussy and yeonjun’s dick as his tip is forced from your tight hole.

beomgyu makes your vision go spotty so many times at one point you pass out, head limp as he batters your throat, cum spraying down your full throat that will later cause you to gag and choke when you wake up still impaled on his dick. he’s deranged and squeezes your nose shut time and time again, angling his hips upwards when he nears his release, obsessed with how cum dribbles out of your nose when your mouth gets too full.

[gojoest]

i love you period sex

[monstersinthecosmos]

did you ever wonder if naive little Andrei didn't have sex ed and only knew about sin and once he gets to Venice he's constantly worrying about getting pregnant but Marius thinks it's kinda cute so doesnt correct him

[rocals]

[sleaterkinnie]

support group for people with oral fixations who are fighting every day to not start smoking cigarettes

[ronanlynchbf]

and then an overwhelming sense of dread apear.

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

Mereel Skirata x Tomo (Cloneship)

@starwarsanthropology 's medic OC, Tomo got me so inspired, I couldn't let their precious boy's wishes to be unfulfilled >:3 Thank you for telling me about him, I really love his unhinged everything <3

Mind the tags before clicking the link!

[sassthatsarcasm]

OKAY Y'ALL DID THIS TO YOURSELVES

1629 AU: Leon is a farmhand working the Marner Estate and Mitch is the pampered socialite son.

THIS IS NOT GOOD!!! but enjoy :3

people to blame for this atrocity:

the director of that soft core gay porn sports betting ad

mm16 for his immaculate twink vibes

the various people in my notes who enabled this u know who u are

It’s just that he’s so sweet. Soft curls, full mouth, the delicate jut of his collarbone above the gentle untidiness of his shirt half-undone. Leon usually didn’t have time for these air-headed, privileged things, come to the country in the sweltering heat for their fantasy versions of slumming in. But – he’s sweet.

Leon – like his father and his father before him, ad nauseum – had been maintaining the grounds of the Marner Estate for what feels like all his life. So, he’s seen the Marner son grow into his limbs and his giant eyes and that stupid mouth, not that Leon was ever looking at his mouth.

Marner was the same as all of them. Mitchy, they called him – one of the carousel of soft, young things so tightly swaddled in their privilege Leon couldn’t believe they didn’t choke on it. Maybe they did and didn’t know that pain wasn’t pleasure. Mitch Marner laughed loud, took up space in the world without ever questioning if he deserved it. The world was his and he had Daddy’s fucking mansion to prove it.

For all of Leon’s thinly-veiled irritation, the Marners only ever converged on the Estate in the summer, when the baking sun drove them out of the city to breathe fresh country air. Still, he could usually minimise interaction with the Marner clan and spare himself a headache. There was just this way that moneyed folk laughed which sunk into his skin and made it sit uneasy over his bones. Maybe he was a snob - wouldn’t be the first time he’d been accused of it. They were snobs, too – wouldn’t ever dare to look the help in the eye.

So, for most summers of his life, Leon has been able to mostly avoid crossing paths with any of the Marners, especially the treasured son. He stuck to the edges of the grounds, rotating across the hedges in parallel to Mother Marner’s daily walks or the children kicking a ball around. Just the way he liked it.

But. Recently, he’s felt eyes following him as he makes the rounds and, when he looks up, Leon finds himself meeting those wide blue eyes, sitting pretty over flushed cheeks and that mouth that seemed to always be hanging open. Marner’s eyes would usually dart away first and he’d walk away quickly but Leon, day in and day out, would feel him on the periphery, following him around. At first, Leon is angry – his family has served the Marners faithfully for generations and he wouldn’t let a pampered, spoiled child doubt his loyalty to that legacy, if not to the family itself.

Then, the Marner kid gets bolder, eventually getting into his business everyday and asking inane questions about lawn maintenance and the different scientific names for the flowers scattered across the grounds. Leon watches Marner’s tongue trip over the word ‘scientific’ with a sceptical eye and wonders what the fuck the kid is up to.

Kid. Hm. Logically, Leon knew Marner could only be a couple of years younger than him but something about those eyes made him seem so much younger than he was, like he’d never had a care in the world. And really, Leon should have known that was the beginning of it all, or perhaps the end of it. He can never resist a wide-eyed creature too shy and sweet for its own good.

-

So, Leon didn’t think it would end up this way. These pretty, young things, they always look, taught to view things not theirs as things to want. Leon’s not an idiot – it’s been weeks of this, and he knows how to read the heavy-lidded looks Marner keeps sending him across the fucking topiary, what it means when Marner’s mouth goes, somehow, even looser when Leon lifts his shirt to wipe off his brow. Also, no one is that fucking interested in lawn curation, not even Leon. But he didn’t think it would actually lead to this, Leon pressing the Marner heir into the wall, calloused hands on slim wrists. Not knowing if it was the heat of the air or the heat of their bodies pressed tight that made sweat break of sickly-sweet over his skin.

Those shining eyes, staring up at him, the blue joy of them shadowed with something that intrigued Leon, God help him. The surprising strength of his whip-thin body. The unexpected thickness that Leon’s hands find when they skim across his thighs and arms and shoulders. And for all his sweetness, the way Marner gasps and claws his hands into Leon’s back, greedy in the way all rich boys were born to be. He’s pressing Leon so tight against him – Leon’s rough work shirt and his beard turning Marner’s exposed skin red, looking so tender that Leon’s mouth waters.

It’s the sting of his nails in Leon’s shoulder, the clamp of his teeth in Leon’s neck, that prompts him to get a little mean about it. Another thing about Leon: he can only handle so much sweetness before he reaches into the core of it and twists, see if can tease the worst out of someone in a race for pleasure.

Leon pushes his body even tighter into Marner, pinning his wrists against hips. Marner’s head shoots up, eyes wide, and his mouth slackens around a soft little sound of want.

“What do you need?” murmurs Leon, feeling the rumble of his voice against Marner’s chest.

Marner whines. “Anything, please, anything.” So eager for it. Leon kisses his neck and Marner’s head shoots back so abruptly it hits the wall, his desperate breaths fanning across Leon’s forehead.

Leon smirks. “Do you even know what you need? Has anyone ever shown you?” Marner’s cheeks flush, not out of arousal but embarrassment, and his eyes cast down. “I bet you don’t. I bet you’ve been good, kept your hands to yourself. But –” Here Leon takes Marner’s chin into his hand and firmly guides his face up until he’s looking at him again. “Those eyes. You’re a hungry little thing, aren’t you. You can’t hide from me.”

Then, surprising Leon, Marner’s eyes harden into a steely look of determination. “So, show me what I need.” Marner leans up, capturing Leon’s mouth in a breath-taking kiss that he feels down to knees. “Make it good for me.”

[gojoest]

cant stop thinking of satoru offering to help relieve you of period cramps . either using his mouth or his fingers or his cock . all he wants is for you to feel comfort as you go through your monthly satan's waterfall ohmygoddlfkfkf

he serves as your custom made painkiller. tbh out of all the options he best likes going down on you + using his fingers while he’s at it, he just needs to feel you on his tongue yk bc he’s quite obsessed with the way you taste when you’re on your period :( if he fucks you with his cock he is going to wipe it with a hand and lick you off it

[brainrotcharacters]

because I'm in the trenches on day 2 of my period, I feel the need to maladaptive daydream about period comfort with Porter thank you

[peanutbutter-doodles]

Eat You out tonight MDNI 18+

You whimpered and moan as the man is going down on you, licking your insides, moving his tongue in and out as he eats you out. You grip the sheets tighter and tighter each more as your core is getting more hotter.

You twist and squirm more every time his tongue goes deeper inside you, feeling his face come closer to your dripping cunt as you become even more wet. It's only been like a few minutes but god it feels like hours. Feeling his fingers grip your thighs, His nails digging into you, You hearing him say the dirtiest and filthiest things when he goes up for air for a few seconds even feeling his fangs nip your skin as well.

''A-AH!'' ''G-gene b-''oh!'' ''Carefulllll ohhhh!''

''Don't worry, i will~'' he said as he chuckles a little as he goes down back more relishing in your moans and the way your becoming undone before him. Loving the way How you taste, Fluids coming out nonstop, etc. He was surprised at how you said yes to him to let him do this to you when your currently on your period.

Just a few hours before this, both of you were cuddled up together on the couch watching a movie. The movie was getting tensed and a bit steamy, you both started to make out and get heated as the movie continue on. Both of you couldn't ignore it as you push gene down on the soft cushions, making out more as he gripped your hair and yanked it.

You fucking loved it as he yanked it more each time till he went down on your body leaving marks and bruises in his wake till stopped at your crotch. He can smell it even taste it as he just looks at it even though you were still covered, you were wondering why he stopped until you remembered you are on your period. He looked at you with lust in his eyes. He was going crazy on the inside but he managed to control himself as he spoke.

''Y/n...May i?''

You stare at him when he spoke, you never had anyone eat you out before when your bleeding but from what a few women had said about it, it feels extremely good and can help relieve your cramps once you've orgasm. So, after a few minutes of thinking about it you said yes and gene double checked to make sure you wanted this.

Now here you are, Half naked while laying on the bed surrounded by soft cushions, extra blankets that gene put there to help you be comfortable as he's going to town on you as you approach your climax.

''GENE!!!'' ''F-FUCK I'-IM!!!!'' You screamed as he goes deeper and deeper hitting your core. As gene bit down and plunge his tongue deep against your spot, you finally reached it. A white light flashed before your eyes as you came and squirted.

You laid completely still for a while slowly breathing from the intense session, ''That felt amazing...'' You quietly mumbled. As you were slowly Recovering, you felt movement as gene moved himself to lay by you and your eyes widen at the sight. His face was covered in fluids dripping with your blood, you look at his eyes quickly and they are covered in it as well.

You feel embarrassed of how much you came and how much it is on gene. before you can say anything he says

''You Taste good, Sweetheart~'' He says as he licks his fingers and while you cover your face from embarrassment.

''Um...Thanks...'' You Blushed

''Do You want a taste?''

''n-no but thank you.''

''Was it good for you, Y/N?''

''Yeah...''

''Would you like it we do this again sometime?

''Yes please.''

He smiles and lays with you for a while as you both take in each other before he gets up and cleans you off plus putting new sheets on and getting you some food and water. You sit in his lap eating the stuff he got for you while he's giving you compliments, compliments that are very sweet like you did good sweetie, Beautiful, etc to this-

''Such a Squirter~''

[mifunebooty]

Why are they playing Saltburn at work (I work in a senior home)

[agustdiv1ne]

i have this idea but i fear u guys might think that it's gross

[bittwitchy]

sometimes life w a v high pain tolerance means im still in pain but quiet abt it to not bother other ppl and sometimes it means im in such horrific pain for literally no reason (there is a reason oft just related to afab insides so ppl dont care) but i have to go to work anyways bc calling out is bad and somehow its ‘so brave’ to work while wanting to die as your insides torture you it feels like youre burning alive and your organs are breaking but hey we gotta go earn that dough right