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kismetlotts · 24 days ago

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Kinktober 🎃 day six: Period Sex!

cw: period sex, talk of menstrual blood, public sex, use of 'Good girl', degrading talk, mentions of being owned you and Johnny, mentions of submissive and dominant Johnny, use of 'wearing your blood in honour', mentions of fem receiving oral sex during menstruation but no actual oral sex, creampie, mentions of aftercare and hinted aftercare, mentions of noncon and dubcon, mention of you having his kids, mentions of marriage/wedding

Johnny eagerly dragging you to the toilets of this local pub everyone around work was at. The captain and others were hosting a Halloween party, in hopes to get everyone together and chill outside of the stressful work environment you knew well. Decorating the interior with fake blood splats on the wall and luminous tape printed with the words ‘Do not enter.’ It was clear they had put a lot of effort into the little gathering, special Halloween cocktails and drinks being served, music- but none of that mattered as soon as Johnny set his eyes on yours.

The bathroom door slowly closed after being slammed open and Johnnys mouth slowly withdrew from yours. Ripping off the stupid store-bought black vampire cape, which was a poor attempt of making an all black outfit a costume, before dropping to his knees. Your flustered waffling and poor attempts to drag his face away earning nothing but a sick chuckle from his throat. He wasn’t listening to anything you were saying- he didn’t really care because he’d wanted you for so long and now nothing was stopping him.

Your body shuddered at the cold skin of his fingers, watching as they hoisted your white nurse costume up and over your thighs revealing the pretty little padded up underwear you were wearing- making his coy devilish smile grow an inch as he tugged your panties down. Oh, that’s why you were so embarrassed of him touching you, that’s why you were telling him no. It was that time of the month, wasn’t it?

He figured there was a deeper reason than you just not wanting him because he saw it in your eyes. The way your legs crossed at work whenever he’d walk in for a ‘check up’, the way you bit your tongue when he’d compliment you.

Resenting the urges you got to let him fuck on the job, you were a good girl and followed the rules tightly. No sex during work hours or in the work place. Tonight there was no rules, no work, no colleagues, just people getting together for a Halloween party. Johnny and you were both free to do whatever you wanted and Johnny definitely was not wasting anytime. He didn’t give a fuck about the party, he only came because he knew you would.

“Babe-,” He started but truly he didn’t know how to finish, the embarrassed look on your face making his heart melt. He wasn’t scared of blood, working in his department it would be ridiculous for him to be scared of blood and to be honest, it turned him on. Knowing no matter what your pink little pussy would leak it so shamelessly, it was adorable. Knowing you would paint his dick so nicely and let him wear your blood as a symbol of love and honour; honour to finally fuck and perhaps keep you as his gorgeous girl forever. The girl he’d been admiring for months.

He wasn’t scared of your blood, he was more scared of it not feeling good for you but knowing it would be extra warm and extra fucking wet it was getting harder for him to place your pleasure above his own. I mean, did you even deserve it? From the amount of times you’d pushed him away and told him no? Maybe somewhere deep deep down he liked the fact you were bleeding because his brain would trick him into believing he was the reason behind it. Hurting you and your pussy so much you were crying for him to stop. Pouring with blood he’d caused because you were a stupid, selfish little cunt. He had needs too and he was prepared to go to great lengths so they were being met. He’d fuck you through tears and screams, moans and whines- He just needed to fuck you at least once.

He’d kiss up your legs starting from your delicate ankles, kissing up your thighs and up the rest of your unclothed body until he reached your neck, quickly unbuckling his plain black jeans. His dick already so desperate to bury itself inside of you he felt if it took any longer he’d just have to bend you over and ruin you now. Fucking you rough and doggy due to his own impatience.

“Baby, it’s okay. A little blood don’t scare me- in fact please. Please let me inside you. Please let me make you feel good because you deserve it so much baby- oh yes you do bonnie. C’mon, please.” His voice, his whispers, the pure need and desperation of his begging made your eyes close.

“Please. Help me out, I know you want this.” And when that small nod left your head, eyes meeting his rushed, that was all the confirmation he needed to have his fun. Feeling his rough hands digging into the back of your thighs lifting you up against the wall and aligning himself to your hole greedily.

He was such a pathetic, dirty little loser. A dirty sod for letting you bleed all over him- a dirty sod for fucking enjoying it but after all, you were one too. He should be ashamed, should be disgusted at how his eyes stung with tears at how good you felt.

How loose and fuckable you were- sliding in so easily and creating the most erotic wet noises he’d ever heard. Your blood coating his cock, balls, pubes and thighs, the floor a mess with drips he’d obviously clean up later and he was so glad your eyes were shut right now- you would be horrified at the sight. The white rim of your dress caught in the mess and dyed red which feasted to his arousal- to his thirst.

All vampire jokes aside but Johnny was getting dangerously close now. His orgasm slowly building the more he pounded you against the wall, the urge to fall to his knees again and lap his tongue around your clit. Letting your vulnerable pussy coat his chin and face, reminding him that he’s yours- you own him. Nothing would be better than that but he couldnt bring himself to stop or to slow down.

He couldn’t resist his thrusts and mindless praises that were spewing out of his mouth and into your ears, cumming in deep and filling you up with his warm semen. His legs going weak as his body pressed you against the wall. Orgasm so good he almost dropped you. He’d look down at you, a cute panting mess as you covering your face, your little pussy swollen and probably aching. Your feminine tummy all bloated as you finally settled back to your feet, legs a little like jelly from how good he pounded you and an irreplaceable smirk present on his lips.

Thinking to himself about what a fucking woman you are before tidying and wiping you up, slipping his baggy t-shirt over your blood-soaked dress before grabbing your wrist and taking you home. One day you will be having his kids, whether you knew that now or will find out later. You were having his kids and you will be walking down the aisle and into his arms. You were Johnny's now, Johnny was yours- and neither of you were complaining.

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obxsprincess · 9 months ago

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I'll Remember you for my wiser years to come if you jus write vampire!Miguel eating pussy as if blood was never an option broski🙏

oh bless u anon… bless you !!! <33 I think I read the thot wrong hfvbhgcgh m’sorry !!… don’t be afraid to send more vampire!mig tho doll face <3

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sure other men had eaten you out before !! all messy n sloppy n desperate !! but… miguel eats you out because your are his pretty little meal… n its urgent n greedy n sososo blissful!!!

he doesn’t ever even need to stick his fangs into a sweet little doe, not when ur just that !!! but even fuckin’ sweeter…

n of course he can’t just sit back n watch his sweetheart mewling n whining from the your monthly fucked up pains :(( hand splayed above your pretty tummy n legs wide… shiny pain flickering in ur glossy eyes… n hes fucking craving his pretty girl…

“been fucking waiting for this mi amor… fuckk dioses santos arriba te miran“ (holy gods look at you)

devouring u with his eyes…

legs hoisted over his bulk shoulders n dainty tears brim ur fluttering lashes… your glistening sweet little cunt all wet n swollen n dripping in droplets of blood, smearing your plushy thighs !! n ur pink silky bed !!!

this is sososo new to you !! of course migs is a vampire but this??-

“m-miguel” he lifts ur dainty foot n drags his tongue along your ankle… “I-it’s s’dirty-” but his mouth just feels sososo good !! making ur nervous head all sweetly blurry :((

but miguels starving- you squeak as his glorious fangs nip at your pretty thighs !!! n the sweet mind melting smell of your crimson blood n slippery pussy had him going fucking insane-

“fuckk love- can’t you see what your fucking doing to me? lay back and breath mi alma- never gonna need to hunt ever fucking again-”

n when I say he dives in… he dives in!!!

tan chin n lips n teeth covered in ur delicious blood… tongue diving so deeply inside of u your sobbing n writhing… its absolutely undoubtedly filthy!!!

n miguels in heaven!! your pretty taste n your angel sounds n your blood… nipping at your puffy clit- n feasting on ur swollen fluttering folds… all sloppy n soso bloody n delirious!!!

n your just a sobbing little puddle of bliss :((

n he feasts for glorious glorious hours on end on his perfect innocent little mortal… n when your sleepy n overstimulated n mush cus !!!!!

he just flips his pretty meal over on your tummy !!! suffocating his tongue right back into ur drooling pussy… inhuman muscles glistening as he gets lost in ur essence…

of course of course vampire!miguel is absolutely pussy drunk on your pretty little heat… but what’s the term for being absolutely whipped on ur heady drippy blood??

n his white fangs drip in ur crimson droplets… <3

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#vampire!miguel #miguel ohara smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara blurb #miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel smut #spiderverse smut #tw period sex #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara

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shih-coulda-had-it · 9 months ago

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and how extensive was this practice

#bnha #tw spoilers #canon compliant AU where kudou and bruce passed OFA back and forth like a hot potato #because they needed to figure out (1) incubation period #(2) methods that work (sex included)#and (3) what kind of strength it stockpiled #bruce: you’re ABSOLUTELY sure you felt this secondary factor after yoichi died #kudou: yes bruce my god what’s the issue #bruce: well i don’t know if you know but some sexually transmitted illnesses don’t manifest until #kudou: IT IS NOT. AN STI.

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merakiui · 1 year ago

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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.

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beefrobeefcal · 2 months ago

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Like a Cigar feat. Max Phillips x menstruating!f!reader

Summary: You have cramps and Max has a holistic way that might help.

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader | Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 3,879

Content Warnings: dubcon (bc vampires and their hypnosis), reader is a menstruating person, period sex, poor managerial skills, if he were her boss there would be hr concerns, p in the v sex, neck biting, blood

Author's Notes: This came about from a discussion about periods on discord and this is dedicated to @noxturnalpascal and @strang3lov3's cat, Gizmo.

Thank you to @strang3lov3 and @noxturnalpascal for cultivating this with me, and to @bitchesuntitled and @jennaispunk for their eyes and love.

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“Dammit.”, you swore under your breath as you dug around in the cabinet under the bathroom sink.

Only one regular tampon and one panty liner were not enough to get you through the night. The iron-rich flood that was about to destroy your underwear had arrived and you were not prepared.

Moving out of your ex’s apartment and having to start again in a city you didn’t know was hard enough, but realizing at 2 am that you had no period products when all the signs and your health app had warned you this was coming nearly had you on the verge of tears.To top it off, you had nothing to dull the twisting aches of pain but an old sock and maybe some rice to MacGyver a heating pad.

You hastily shoved in your final tampon, slapped the panty liner in your underwear, put on some old sweatpants, grabbed your keys and headed out to your car.

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The speakers in the 24-hr Walgreens were blown out, causing John Dever’s Suzanne’s Song to sound like two sick frogs singing along to a car occasionally backfiring.

The cramps had really hit you hard en route, and you shuffled slowly to the Feminine Hygiene aisle. Turning the corner down that aisle, you saw a man. An extraordinarily well-dressed man at 2:16 am in a Walgreens.

You’d assumed that you would have seen a staff member or maybe another uterus-haver being in the aisle, but not this. The man turned from examining a pack of ULTRA tampons in his large hand and smiled wide, toothy grin and nodded at you. If you weren’t so exhausted and hurting, you would have been creeped out, or at least slightly unnerved, but in your iron-deficient and cramp-fueled haze, you nodded sluggishly and turned to face the wall of catch-it-all and plug-it-up products.

Your brain ignored the man and focused all your energy on picking the products you needed, bending slightly forward to try and lessen the pain in your abdomen. It wasn’t until you heard the deep inhale beside you that you clued into how close the man was standing to you now.

“Can I help y-”

“You’re bleeding.”

His tone was low and blunt, and carried the sound of the grin on his clean shaven face.

“Excuse me?” You turned to him with a wary scowl, feeling the inherent feminine rage start to boil up at his audacity.

“I said you’re in pain.”, he responded in the same blunt, grin-fueled voice.

You narrowed your eyes at him. It was then you realized just how well dressed he was; a light gray three-piece suit with a butter-yellow dress shirt underneath the vest. The gold cufflinks and rings styled him expertly and his hair was perfectly coiffed in a short, neat cut. He was extremely overdressed for the occasion of meeting you amongst the pads and tampons at this time of night.

“Who the fuck are y-”

“A period expert.”, he said while flashing a perfect smile at you.

You felt like you were about to be sold a used car with sawdust in the gas tank.

“A period expert?”

“Well, more of an expert in blood, but periods fall under the umbrella. And guessing by your being here at this hour, and you-”, he raised his brow and looked you over, his eyes darkened as he subtly flicked his tongue and wetted his bottom lip. “You look to be in the throes of Mother Nature’s cruelty.”

You took the lord’s name in vain under your breath and turned back to the neon coloured boxes of overpriced and taxed tampons, and clenched your jaw. You were not in the mood.

“I can help.”

“I’m sure you think that.”, you grunted through your clenched teeth.

You heard him hum a slight laugh; whether it was authentic or not, you couldn’t tell. What you could tell was that he was getting closer. As you squatted down, trying to alleviate your cramps and scope out the bottom shelf, his shoes stepped into your peripherals.

You stood up with an irritated sigh, and as you were about to turn to face him, to tell him to back the fuck off, you stopped. Or you were stopped. Stopped by some unseen force, making it harder to access your freewill.

“I can help.”

The smooth, deliberate tone was behind you and close enough that each syllable came with a breath that moved the hair at the base of your head, causing your body to erupt in a wave of goosebumps. Any and all irritation faded, and your senses dulled slightly. A warm, euphoric haze curled itself around you and all you heard was his words I can help bounce softly around your skull. From the corner of your eye, you vaguely noticed his hand moving in a slow, twirling motion.

His hands softly held your arms, just below your shoulders, softly squeezing and rubbing them soothingly, and he leaned in, taking in a deep breath.

“God dammit, you smell good. You smell like you’re in desperate need of some help and I am just the guy for you, sweetheart.”

“What are you - a… a gynecologist?” Your words were slightly drawn out, and to you, they sounded like they were spoken into an echo chamber.

“No. Not at all. Not a medical professional, but you could say I take a holistic interest in all things blood. And you’re full of it.” His voice sounded like it was eons away, echoing through space and time towards you, but based on his touch and the breath on your neck, you knew he was close. But the fog you were in made it easy enough for you not to care.

“My name is Max. Max Phillips, and I am going to help you, sweetheart.”

You sluggishly opened your mouth to say your name but he tsk’d you. “No… I don’t care about your name. I care about the current state you’re in.”

Max’s hand moved around your front to your lower abdomen and he pushed down with his palm. You let out a long, slow breath mixed with a groan, and he huffed a low chuckle into your ear.

“I know, sweetheart.” The mock pout on his face came though in his voice. “ It hurts, but I’m gonna fix this for you.”

His voice, his words, and his weird twirly hand movements had you sink further into the fog and it felt like a fever dream. Max seemed to move faster than your eyes could process it, flitting to the front and returning with a shopping cart, then loaded it up with what seemed like one of every kind, size, colour, and brand of period products - a smile on his face the whole time. You watched as Max walked behind the pharmacy counter with no objection from the staff, almost like they couldn’t see him, and he loaded up a white, prescription paper bag with several large scoops of acetaminophen and ibuprofen tablets. He then led you to the till where he paid for a ridiculously huge variety of pads and tampons, and some cheap chocolate from the impulse area by the registers.You carried a paper bag full of the painkillers as Max ushered you out into the parking lot, towards the backseat of his vehicle. But the whole thing felt like you were watching it unfold from above your own body and not actually participating.

Once you were seated in the back Max got in on the other side and flashed you another megawatt smile.

“Okay.”, he said with a gusto and slapped his hands together. “Let’s get started.”

He pulled the sack of pills out of your hand and tossed them into the front seat, along with the bags of items. In one swift motion, he grabbed your calf, turned and pushed you down, and your neck and head were at an awkward angle, butted up against the door handle and window

The haze that had enveloped you was lifting and the reality of the situation you were in was drawing on you.

“What the fu-”

“You’re fine.” Max’s tone was as sharp as the pad of his finger pressed into the crotch of your sweatpants.

“You’re fine, sweetheart. I’m just helping.” His dismissive and snide tone began to push you back into that fog, but this time, you tried to fight it.

You tried to sit up, but his deep brown eyes seemed to darken into the shadows the streetlights threw over him. You stilled, your limbs feeling heavier as you stared into his eyes, dulling your senses so you could only focus on him. A car honked loudly at the intersection in front of the Walgreens’ parking lot, but to you, the sound of it was muted and dulled, and far away. You laid back again, neck and head squished up against the door, as he maintained eye contact.

“That’s a good girl. No need to fight it. I’m gonna make it all better.”

And you trusted him to do it. For some unknown, god-forsaken reason you trusted him.

In one quick movement, your sweatpants and underwear were down to your ankles. He hummed and his tongue jutted out the corner of his mouth as he struggled to get the second pantleg over your Birkenstocks.

“There we go.” Max tossed your clothing into the front seat and looked down at your core.

He reached forward and gave the now-rust coloured tampon cord a tug, seemingly trying to gauge how easily it could be removed.

When you made a small noise expressing your concern, his eyes darted up to yours. “Knock it off. I’m helping you, remember?”

His hand moved up your thigh, roughly digging his fingers into your skin to keep you still, and his other moved back down between your legs then tugged the tampon out of you. He smiled as he held it up, noting how weighed down it was already with your blood and he placed it on the centre console. His finger then came in contact with your copper-toned nub. Rubbing small circles, he looked up at you and leaned in slightly, his non-occupied hand moving in a slow circular motion in the air.

“Fuck…”, you managed to breathe out. Your own voice once again sounded foreign and far away.

He smiled at you with a tooth-filled, smug smile, and you watched as fangs appeared, lengthening his canines, and your immediate slight panic was tampered down by a well duh! feeling. Between the fog and his cool finger pad drawing tight, soft circles on your clit, you let the ebb and flow of the situation take over.

“Good. You got it. Just helping you out, sweetheart.”

Max pushed his middle finger into your wet, hot heat, eliciting a gasping soft moan.

He smiled and wiggled the tip of his finger inside you. “You’re too easy, Bloody Mary.”

Before you could answer, he pulled his finger out, pushed you further up against the door and crowded himself up against you; the angle your neck was at should have hurt, but whatever spell he had you under had you not caring about your current circumstances, and it also seemed to be dulling your pain. He pressed his body down on yours, his nose buried into your neck, and inhaled again. He groaned, his eyes rolling up into his head, then took one of your ear lobes into his mouth, gently sucking it.

You let out a sigh that made your body feel like a deflated mylar balloon, just barely floating along. But as Max became more engrossed in your scent, specifically your out-in-the-open penny-flavoured pussy, his control over you began to slip. The feeling of him sucking and licking and nipping at your ear and neck started to lose its muted sensation, and the haze that had wrapped itself around your mind was lifting. The clarity you suddenly felt as more than one of his fingers pushed into your hole made you suck in a staggered breath. He lazily pumped his fingers in time with the licks and sloppy open mouth kisses he lavished your ear and neck with.

Despite that clarity, you couldn’t stop him. He sounded so… euphoric. His moans and his grunts and his groans, hums and small huffs of delight were hypnotic all on their own. That and you had never had someone seem so engrossed in having you lay starfish and make you cum. At least, your ex wasn’t like that - he’d haphazardly finger you with untrimmed nails and rub your clit raw, spend three minutes panting and whining in your ear as his dick missed your hole like a fly not being able to find a window and then crowed like a rooster when he came… why did I stay with him? you thought.

Max seemed to sense your mind wandering to past events and he lifted himself, hovering over your cramped up torso against the car door. His furrowed brow seemed exaggerated by the shadows being draped over him, and the dim light of the streetlight outside casted eye shines on his black orbs. His fingers continued to piston in and out of you harshly. The discomfort of his rhythm paled in comparison to the outright pain of the cramps that had your uterus in a vice.

“Turn off your fucking brain or I’ll do it for you.”

You swallowed and nodded as best as you could with your chin crunched down against your chest, and he lowered himself back down, resuming his mouth’s work on your neck, and you felt a slight sting. You let out a soft moan, and in response he licked where his teeth had grazed you then hummed and grunted as he kissed and sucked the spot, the vibrations adding to the stimulation on your neck. As soon as you started to let yourself get lost in euphoria, you could feel your orgasm building.

“I can feel it”, he hummed, bringing his face to yours. “Can feel her quivering and shaking…”

You let out a panting mewl as his breath huffed over your face in a laugh. You clenched on his fingers and wanted to grab him to ground your body, but you couldn’t. It was like you had no control over anything but your breathing and everything was tingling with pins and needles, completely useless to you.

“Good… finally. Jesus, took your fucking time.”, Max said, rolling his eyes. He pulled out his fingers and shoved his fingers into his mouth, humming satisfied, and closed his eyes in relishment.

It was so abrupt. He took away his hand before you had fully come down and you looked up at him confused as he sucked on his fingers. His brows raised and his other hand came up, making a circular motion, telling you to get a move on with… something?

“Wha–”

“My fucking pants! These are a cashmere-wool blend and I saw the Wal-Mart brand, multipack underwear you were wearing, Bloody Mary - I know you can’t afford my dry cleaner!”

You stared up at him like he had three heads, not putting the pieces together.

He leaned forward and his voice dropped into a low, menacing tone. “I am not going to fuck you with my pants on, Bloody Mary. My hand is a fucking mess because of you so make with the no pants.”

“Shit…”, you muttered as you sat up, shaky hands pulling open the dark, expensive looking belt. “Do you want to have anything else taken off? Like your shirt or vest?”

He rolls his eyes and shrugs off his overcoat, then his suit jacket, then muttered, “You deal with the fucking buttons.” He opened his hands to indicate he was talking about his vest, impatiently raising his eyebrows to tell you he was waiting.

With your shaky fingers on his buttons, you clumsily opened one at a time. The bliss from your previous orgasm had subsided and the cramps in your abdomen came roaring back along with a wave of hot nausea. Max groaned in irritation and impatience, watching your face contort. His hand snaked around to the back of your head and gripped your hair.

Yanking down, he forced your face up to look at his. The shadows cast across this face seemed deeper, highlighting every crease and fold in his skin as he scowled at you. “Focus. I’m doing you a favour, sweetheart.”

You felt the warm, liquidy feeling begin to ebb and flow over your mind again as you stared into his eyes and your hands seemed to be under his control, deftly unbuttoning his vest and dress shirt. He still held you by the back of your head, hair scruffed like you were a feral cat and not a docile, hypnotized, bleeding human.

Once Max had his smooth abdomen on display, your hands moved back down to his pants, unbuttoning them then pulling the zipper down, getting a peak at the pair of dark blue - with little red umbrellas - European style briefs underneath. Under his control, you tugged them down, showcasing the impressive outline of his semi-hard cock. You raised a brow as you gazed down from the awkward angle from which he held your head and made a complimentary ‘huh’. Even if the circumstances were different, you’d have a hard time kicking him out for eating crackers in bed.

“Take a fucking picture next time, Mary.”

Your eyes jumped up to him and he scowled at you impatiently.

“My dick could be out, rammed into your bloody slash, kicking your cramp’s ass, but you’re being pretty fucking ineffective with your and my time.”, Max snarled. “So knock off the ogling and get back to work!”

The tone at which he barked reminded you of the manager you had when you were 15 with your first summer job at McDonald’s. He had chastised you for cooking the fries too long and berated you in front of the entire crew on your shift, and left you in tears, sobbing on the dirty staff bathroom floor. This time though, the beratement made your hole twitch and ooze, and heat bloomed in your pelvis.

On your own volition, you pulled down his underwear to where his pants had landed mid-thigh and tugged both the rest of the way to his knees. Even though you were working as quickly as you could given the cramped conditions and the weird hold he had on the back of your head, Max still seemed to think you were moving too slowly and he shoved you back against the door and grabbed your leg at the knee, yanking your crimson core towards him.

“Finally.”, he grunted as he lined himself up and sunk into you. He wasn’t the biggest you’d had but he was thick and it felt amazing juxtaposed to the cramps. He let out a deep, low groan as his dick disappeared into you, feeling the hot, slick grip you had on him once he was fully seated in you.

“Please… fuck-move…”, you moaned, you eyes closed and brows pinched.

“Thank fuck you have manners.”, Max muttered as he started to slowly pull out and then push back in.

He kept the slower pace and at first you thought it was for your benefit, until you opened your eyes a crack then jumped - Max was staring at you intensely, mouth pulled into a tight frown. He looked like he was concentrating hard on something. He noticed you looking at him and he narrowed his eyes.

“Pacing yourself is important.”, he grunted out through clenched teeth. “It’s a good strategy in

not overwhelming yourself… and- fuck…” He stopped and worked to regain his composure. “And it’s effective to do something at a steady speed so you don-don’t get tired.”

Beyond the steady, rhythmic pace at which he repeatedly impaled you, his words made you want to recoil from him. He sounded as if Patrick Bateman wrote a ‘how to’ guide for managerial sex. It was clear he was enjoying this far more than he wanted to let on and his ‘pace’ was him trying not to blow his load quickly…

Which lead your thoughts down a tangent: do vampires have loads to blow? Is it like you imagined Edward Cullen’s cum being glitter glue-esque when you were 18? Was it like that neon green slime you saw at the Dollar Store? Was it just like regular cum but maybe Count Chocula flavoured?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the pinch you felt on the inside of your thigh and you caught Max glaring to you while he kept pace,

“Am I boring you?”, he spat out venomously. “I’m doing this for your fucking benefit, you know…”

You started to get lost in his eyes again, missing out on his face contorting as his features became gargoyle-esque. You only noticed when he began to quicken his thrust, becoming harsher and he leaned down almost nose to nose. The menacingly intimate proximity made your cunt tighten and flutter, bringing you right to the edge of another orgasm.

Before you could react, his face moved fast to your neck and he bit down. That was all you needed to set off the stick of dynamite in your pussy and you came hard, flooding any crevice or space that existed between you with your crimson tide.

Max released his bite and pulled back, mouth red, wet and dripping. “I bet you’re one of those leftists who just fucking loves unions.”, Max growled lowly, keeping up his brutal pace as he fucked you through your orgasm.

You have no idea why, but you nodded in response, panting a breathy, pained “Yes!” as you shook and cried out. His eyes rolled back and let out a groan turned high-pitched whine and stilled as he arched his hips into you, unloading whatever mystery goo vampires jizz.

Whatever vulnerability you thought might come post-vampiric sex never came, and before you could crawl out of the haze your mind was in, Max was wiping his crotch with your discarded leggings then fixing his pants and dress shirt. Then he was shimming your panty liner-saddled underwear and now-sticky leggings back on you. He opened the car door behind him, got out and walked around the vehicle. The door you were butted up against opened, and you fell back against him, and Max’s arms hooked under your shoulders and pulled you out, unceremoniously dropping you on your ass. He turned back to the car, pulling out the bags of pads and tampons he'd gotten and the paper bag of painkillers and threw them at you.

“There. All fucking better.”

Stunned, you watched him get into the driver’s seat and made the engine roar to life. He hit the gas and drove forward to the end of the lot then turned around. As he passed you to get to the exit, you watched as he picked up your bloody tampon and put it in his mouth like a cigar.

****

A month later, you woke up to the telltale twinge that heralded your period and as you rummaged under the sink through the ridiculous amounts of period products, you wondered if you should make a trip to Walgreens.

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ameliaenya707 · 5 months ago

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Wait wait, maybe of its not to much trouble~

You could do period sex with keigo? 😏

I love you annon ♥

Lemme bust this out rq

I had so much fun writting this actually

☆ Messy ☆

You found yourself laying on the couch, stuck in the fetal postion wincing it pain with ever sharp shoot of agony in your abdomen. Keigo had gone to work already, so you were all alone whimpering in pain as the news played in the background. Although you'd never admit it to yourself - much less him - you found yourself missing him, the warmth of his body and his touch. And in times like these when your damn uterus was tearing itself up you missed him the most. You could only see him on the news, him hanging around at the end result of a villain attack, holding some girl to his chest to comfort her. A slight tinge of jealousy filled your mind. Why did he kidnap you and go through all this shit if he was going to let dumb fangirls be all up on him?!

It all hit you too fast and a sharp ache spread down to your thighs. Tears brimming your eyes and you hopelessly clung onto the plush pillow, nails digging into the fabric as you squeezed your eyes shut in pain. Suddenly you felt something tickling the exposed skin of your neck, then your cheek. You reluctently opened your eyes to be met with the crimsion of Keigo's feather tickiling you. You almost entirely forgot about the necklace he made for you with his feather, adorning your neck. He could hear you through them, track your heart rate ect ect. He must have picked up on your agony.

You couldn't help but let out a giggle at how the feather zipped around, rubbing against your cheek. You take it gently in your hand, tracing your finger down its spine.

You glanced back at the TV, the news had changed to some disaster in Kamino ward but to your relief Keigo was no where to be seen on the sight. But your breath hitched when you heard the familiar jingle of keys. Something that used to be horrifying. The sound of the front door creaking open and the sight of Keigo when you peeked over the couch cushion.

"Dove, you should have told me and I would have stayed home with you," you frown when you hear him sigh, watching silently as he takes off his coat and discards his visor onto the coffee table. Now standing in front of you. Pretty amber eyes staring down at you, a twing of concern clouding them.

"M' sorry...it didn't hurt bad this morning...and I didn't wanna take you away from your work..." you mumble, averting your gaze from his.

Please no punishment.

You aren't sure you're in the mental space for the cage right now.

"I'm not mad baby, just worried. C'mon baby," he coos, sitting down next to you on the couch and patting his knee. Inviting you to sit on his lap. You hesitant before shifting to sit on his lap, your back against his chest.

You stiffle a giggle when his blonde hair tickles your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You gasp when you feel his fingers hooking under the band of your panties.

"No! It's gross, I'm all bloody and it's gonna stain th-" you stop abruptly when his hand slaps over your mouth, silencing any further protests. You whine as his hand snakes down further, jolting when he gives a small pinch to your clit.

"Just lemme make you feel better baby, promise it'll be fast dove." He mumbles, honeyed words seeping through your weak mental. His lips pressed against the shell of your ear. The pads of his fingers parting your folds and his thick finger sliding into you. Eyes squeezing shut the only way you could deal with the intrusion, your cunt clenching down on his finger as tears brimmed your eyes. He let you adjust to it, your breath calmed, the feeling still foreign but now distracting you from any previous cramps.

"One more, yeah? Think you can handle it baby? I know you can, you always do, such a good girl..." Keigo chuckles lowly, shoving another finger inside of you, pumping them in and out at a resonable pace. His thumb moving to rub against your clit. The feeling of his fingers numbing everything, the feeling of blood gushing out starting to feel hazy, your head lolling to the side and resting back against his shoulder as your eyes rolled back.

"K-kei please! Gonna cum please lemme cum!" You plead, knowing better now than to cum without his permission. Maybe today he'd take mercy on you and let you the first time you ask.

"Go ahead pretty girl, go and cum on my fingers." He nips at the flesh of your neck. The feeling of blood trickling down your skin and spilling out of your cunt drowning every throught out as your cunt clenches down on his fingers, the cord in your abdomen snapping and the waves of your orgasm washing over you.

You thought maybe he'd be nice but he pulls his fingers out of you, holding them infront of your face. Scarlet red mixed with slick dripping down his digits. He chuckles as your face burns with shame.

"Look what a mess you made baby,"

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bunnis-monsters · 1 month ago

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Shark Week

Male!Shark Hybrid x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 14th

Oct 13

Oct 15

summary: you decide to visit your boyfriend even while you’re still cramping and on your period… not knowing that he’d turn into a feral beast at the sight and scent of your blood.

warnings: reader is on their period, pussy eating, blood, belly bulge, breeding, two cocks, double penetration

Requests are closed, but my commissions are open!

When you showed up to the beach in a pair of lounge shorts and a tanktop instead of your usual bathing suit, he knew something was up.

He swam up, settling on a rock a few yards from the shoreline, observing you as you scanned the water to find him.

Before you could spot him, he ducked below the waves, only his dorsal fin poking out of the water.

It was the late afternoon, and next to no one was at the beach. If you squinted, you thought you saw a figure a ways down, but you couldn’t be sure.

So that means you and him would most likely be… alone.

You yelped when he popped up a few yards away from you, quickly swimming up and waiting for you to wade in.

“Hey…”

He tilted his head when you stayed on the shore, his dark eyes blinking before he smiled. Those sharp teeth used to terrify you, but now you ended up smiling back.

“Coming in?”

This made you sigh. Truly, you really wanted to go swim with him and spend time together… but you knew how sharks worked.

Mostly,

“Not today… can we just talk from here?”

He paused, his smile fading. “… why? You don’t want to touch me today?”

“No, no sweetheart it isn’t that-“

Your lover sulked, his tail swishing in the water as if he were a disappointed puppy. “No hugs?”

Your lip wobbled before your legs moved on their own. You found yourself waist deep in the water in seconds, your lover letting out a surprised grunt before curling his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest.

It didn’t take long for him to sense the blood in the water. His eyes went black, his grip tightening on your waist as he buried his face into your neck.

“Blood… were you hurt? Who did this?”

He growled lowly, his vision getting a bit blurry. “You have to get out of the water, I can’t control m-“

“I w-wasn’t hurt…”

Although his mind felt fuzzy, he tried his best to listen to you, noticing you had turned shy and quiet.

“I’m… on my period. I’m uh… bleeding down there…”

He perked up, his black eyes moving down your body to your shorts.

His body went stuff, and he began to rut agaisnt your pathetically, struggling to control himself. All he wanted now was to taste your blood, to feed on you and properly stuff you full of cum.

“N-not here!” you yelped, glancing around the beach.

After whisking you away to a safe spot, he lifted his lower body out of the water, revealing his two cocks has poked out of his slit in excitement. But he didn’t fuck you yet, no, his eyes were on your fat, bloody cunt.

He glanced back up at you. The sight of his sharp teeth so close to your pussy was a bit alarming, and you were unsure what would happen when he went into a feeding frenzy while eating you out… but god, you knew a few orgasms would help with your cramps.

He lapped at your folds, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head at the taste of your blood. After that it was history.

His face was buried in your cunt, lewd moans es aping his lips as he slurped and licked up all of the blood he could, and in the process was making you cum like crazy.

When he pulled back to look up at you, most would consider a shark hybrid covered in blood terrifying, but you thought he looked adorable. All blissed out from devouring your blood, a hand pumping at one of his cocks as the other rutted against your leg…

He really wanted to be inside of you.

The hybrid was nearly 4 feet taller than you, easily towering over your chubby frame. It felt nice, feeling his neck nuzzle into you and purrs rumble from his chest as his cocks prodded at your cunt.

You had taken both before, and with all the orgasms, you were able to take both cocks easily. The stretch was always uncomfortable at first, but he did his best to ease you into it.

The sight of your blood staining his lower belly and two cocks had them twitching. After fucking into you like the wild animal he was, he came buckets, making your belly bulge from how full it was of his cum.

Sex with him was always exhausting, but especially now that you were on your period. As you drifted off to sleep, he made sure you were safe and warm before leaving to catch you some fish.

You were his mate after all, and you’d be carrying his shark pups soon… you would need lots of strength to bear his litter~

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fuckmymunson · 2 years ago

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Can you do a story about Eddie having sex with the reader on her period then taking care of her!!!!

❥ a/n: Yes I can and sorry for answering this like a hundred years later—

❥ TW: 18+ smut!!! Period sex! Soft dom!Eddie, aftercare. Please give me some comfort I need it. Also, I get incredibly horny before I get my period so this is a bit self indulgent. Cozy ending because I'm a bit tipsy and so love starved 😁.

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Eddie's calloused hands are practically bruising your waist with his tight grip, his heavy breathings from behind you and the rather animalistic growls he exhales every now and then only make the coil in your belly (and pussy) even tighter and bigger and— oh fuck when he yanks your hair…

But he stops. Suddenly.

Abruptly.

Violently.

Making you whine in discomfort and annoyance.

"What the hell, Eddie?" You manage to ask, looking over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend whose eyes are big as plates— his brown eyes are fixated on your pussy, and all you can read in them is panic and nervousness. "Eddie?"

"Babe" He gulps but his gaze remains glued to his dick and your cunt. "Baby" Eddie exhales, visibly shaking.

"Eddie what's wrong?" You ask, resting your weight in your forearms. "You are scaring me"

"Y—You…" His eyes drift from your pussy to your face, and you witness firsthand how the color is drained from his face. "You are b—bleeding"

"I'm what?" You ask frowning, confused.

Then it hits.

The snarky replies at school, the uncomfortable feeling all day, the nausea, the stomach pain, the moody comments, and the unforgiving urge to fuck Eddie until his cock breaks in half—

"Shit, shit— shit" You curse and ran towards the trailer's bathroom, thanking God in his heaven that Uncle Wayne's at work.

You stumble around the trailer with uncoordinated steps as your wobbly legs make you look like a newborn deer. Locking the door behind you, you grab the box that you keep inside the mirror's cabinet, where your feminine products (as Eddie likes to call them) are kept.

Eddie follows you, naked as well. He knocks on the door holding back a laugh after he hears you fumbling with the pad's wrap.

He opens the door inviting himself in after the third knock. "Baby." He calls you, almost amused. "Did you just had your period while fucking?"

"Ugh, shut up" You throw him a death glare and he holds his hands up in defeat.

"I don't mind, sweetheart. It's— you know, your natural body uh, things. Yeah" He means good, but poor baby isn't good with words. "Although, now I can say I literally murder that pussy—"

"Edward, seriously. Shut up."

"Uh-Oh, first name calling. Yes ma'am" He nods and and knocks the teasing off.

"I'm sorry" You sigh, resting your hands on the sink.

"Why are you apologizing for?" Eddie frowns and tilts his head, a few curls falling over his face. "I literally don't care, princess. It's something completely natural"

"You don't think it's gross?" You ask with a pout.

"Sweetheart, nothing about you is gross" He chuckles and kisses your head, lovingly. "Well except when you eat with your mouth open, that is fucking disgusting"

"Thanks for ruining the moment, Munson" You roll your eyes. His hands caress your sides, stopping at your hips as he silently placed himself behind you in the bathroom mirror, towering behind your still naked form. "Eddie? What are you doing?"

"Nothing…" He says looking away, pretending to not be responsible or conscious of his hand sliding in between your legs, quickly finding your clit and circling it. "You know… I've heard that period sex helps with cramps and mood swings"

"Oh yeah, where?" You try to remain calm, but then he slides a finger between your folds, slick with a mixture of your wetness and blood. "Fuck— Eddie"

"Doesn't matter" He kisses your shoulder, locking eyes with yours through the mirror. "What matter is that, now that I know you are fine… we can continue…"

"Eddie, it's gonna be messy—" You try to protest, but when he sinks two fingers so easily...

"I like it messy"

He curls his long fingers making your wet pussy clench around them, you moan his name in a needy manner, making his cock twitch.

"Now, let's return this fat cock exactly where it belongs… fuck— that's it" He thrusts without warning, his dick slides even easier than before. Eddie moans at this new sensation, it's so warm, so wet, so good. "Good girl, always so sweet and precious, you really know how to please me"

Eddie wastes no time, resuming his unforgiving pace. His balls slap against your clit in the most delicious way, making you whine and moan and cry and fucking gush around him. He looks down again, this time completely and utterly hard as a damn rock at the sight of your sweet pussy clenching around him. He doesn't care at all about the blood, he feels so fucking amazing that you trust him enough to do this.

His right hand releases your waist and yanks your hair again, forcing you to look in the mirror.

"Look, princess. Look at yourself, being fucked like a naughty girl. Spread your legs a bit more yeah— oh that's it, good girl." He gives your ass a few playful spanks, enough to send sparks to your pussy. "Shit— can feel that little messy cunt clenching around me, you gonna cum, bunny?"

You nod desperately, mumbling. "Yes, yes, please. Let me cum Eddie" Not only begging with your words, you beg with your eyes, half lidded, glossy and breathtaking. "Please baby, lemme cum, need it so bad"

"Cum, cum for me sweetheart" He slaps your ass harder this time, the pain sending you over the edge. "Fuck yeah. What. A. Good. Little. Whore." Every word is punctuated with a snap of his hips, prolonging your orgasm.

The wetness in between your legs mixed with the blood runs down your thighs, but the sight of it makes him swallow so hard and cum so hard inside you. Eddie groans and slams his cock all the way in, painting your walls with his sticky load.

Between pants and giggles, Eddie kisses your shoulders, grinning like an idiot.

"I love you so much, sweetheart" He murmurs with pure adoration, helping you take a seat at the edge of the plastic tub of the trailer. "Lemme take care of you okay? I can wash your hair and all"

"Eddie, you don't have to" You say, blinking slowly as the sleep starts to possess your body. "And I love you too, darling, I really do"

He is a man of word, after all. Eddie scrubs your hair, massaging your scalp, kissing your neck, your shoulders. Rubbing your bodywash all over your soft body, caressing every inch of your skin, worshipping it and not only bathing you with your favorite products but with adoration.

"Night, princess" He kisses your nose, now safely wrapped in two blankets.

"Night, my love" You whisper kissing his lips and resting your face on his chest, listening to his heartbeat rocking you to sleep.

God, this is true love ♡.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson being the sweetest boyfriend #tw: period sex #eddie bittie babie #omel answers!#omel is writing!

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years ago

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'Til You Cannot Speak(Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, PERIOD SEX, PERIODS, MENSTRUATIONS, BODILY FLUIDS, BLOODY SEX, cannot stress that enough, Sukuna is FILTHY, unprotected sex, creampies, cunnilingus/fem receiving oral, bloody oral, PERIOD SEX!!!!, kind of AU since Sukuna isn't in Yuji's body

word count: 1.4k

pairings: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

He’s kind of tired of listening to you bitch and complain about your cramps. Every time it’s your time of the month, you get so bitchy. He knows you can’t really help it, but he also knows that he has everything in his powers to be able to help you. And still you’d rather complain and play coy instead of just coming out to ask him.

So one night, while you’re a few days into your period, you’re lying on the bed after a bubble bath to try and ease your cramps. Sukuna comes in after you and he sees you lying there, just basically being offered up to him. He licks his lips and saunters over to you, pressing one of his hands on the back of your thigh.

“Sukuna!” you squeak, pulling out one of the earbuds in your ear that is presently entertaining you. “You’re home early,”

He smirks, “Awh, you been missin’ me?”

You roll over on your back, your pretty doe eyes looking up at him. He’s so hooked on the way you always look at him like he’s your god, which he pretty much is. You nod your head, then you tell him how much you’ve missed him. He smirks once more, then licks his lips as he begins to spread your thighs.

“How about I make it up to you, pretty little slut?”

Your cheeks redden, “W-wait, you know I’m on my period.”

Sukuna laughs, “That hasn’t stopped me before, and it won’t now.”

With your cheeks burning even more, Sukuna crawls onto the bed. He rips that little fluffy towel off your pretty body, and he gets quite the eyeful. He almost gets love drunk on seeing you naked. His cock gets so hard as you whimper. His knuckles brush against your glistening cunt, and he groans as he sees the slight pink tinge in the wetness.

“You think a little blood will keep me away from your sweet cunt?”

His words make butterflies flutter in your tummy. You’ve never been with someone who was so willing to fool around when you were on your period, yet you know that Sukuna isn’t just any somebody. He is the king of curses after all. You feel him rubbing your folds with his fingers now, just making you leak out even more of your nectar. Then he leans in, his tongue stretched to taste that first flow of your juices.

“Mmmm, you taste so sweet. My little slut always tastes so good.”

You whine and buck your hips up, hoping to get just a bit more stimulation. A gasp is ripped from you as Sukuna pushes you down on the bed forcefully and he bites your inner thigh. He looks up at you, a warning look glowing in those eyes of his.

“Don’t be fuckin’ greedy, got it?” Sukuna warns, and you know he will not warn you again. “Don’t be a fuckin’ brat. I’m helping you out.”

“‘M sorry, Sukuna. Just…it feels so good.”

He laughs at you, mocking your cute little noises. He always loves having you at his mercy. He knows he can be rough with you as much as he wants. Right now, he wants to lose himself in the taste of your bloody cunt. Sukuna isn’t sure if you taste sweeter when you’re on your period or when you’re ovulating. Either way, he always gets to taste you.

A growl rumbles through his chest as he continues to lap at you, and all the dirty and filthy things he says gets muffled by your slick. He loves to talk with his mouth full, His eyes flicker up your body and he’s filled with this excitement and giddiness when he sees just how fucked out you are just with him licking your pussy.

“How cute,” he praises in a mocking tone. “Don’t tell me you’re going to tap out already,”

You whine, “N-no, ‘want more, please.”

He pulls away from you, and you see just how wild and feral he looks. There’s blood dripping down his chin and he doesn’t even wipe it away. Instead, he pushes your legs so that your knees are pressed against your chest. Sukuna smirks at the gorgeous way you just open up for him, even when you’re bleeding like this.

“Just like a bitch in heat, hm? You’re always so obedient,”

The words go straight to your swollen clit, and Sukuna giggles darkly when he sees how your pussy is just twitching only from the filthy words he says to you. He loves that he has this effect on you. With one hand, he keeps your legs pushed up and with the other, he opens his pants. Your eyes widen when you see his thick cock spring out, and you feel your mouth water at the sight of him even if you’ve seen him a million times.

“Heheheh, good girl…yes, such a good girl for me.”

Sukuna strokes his cock a little lazily, and he watches you squirm to try and get closer to him. He knows that you crave a good fuck whenever you’re on your period. Something about your hormones changing and the pain in your body. You just want to be able to relax and feel good. Sukuna knows he’s got a duty to keep his little lover pleasured and fucked out whenever you’re in this state.

You gasp as you feel his cock bullying its way into you, and you cling to him as he bottoms out in one quick thrust. He smirks at your cute little expression. It’s hard sometimes for him not to just blow his load right then and there when you look so damn adorable. Even if he did cum quickly, he knows he can just keep going and going.

“Mmmm, fuck you feel good,” Sukuna mumbles, and he begins pressing kisses all over your neck.

His hips rock fast and hard, his pelvis basically digging into yours as he pounds himself into you. The whole time, your juices and period blood just gets smeared all over his lower abdomen. Sukuna’s eyes snap down to where the two of you are connected and he couldn’t be happier with the sight of the mess he’s creating with you.

“Yes! YES! That’s it!” He cries out, his voice full of lust.

You can barely hang on. Every thrust has his cock sliding so deep inside of you. It bruises your sweet spot and cervix, rendering your brain into mush. You can’t even think straight. You’re just letting him fuck himself into you, over and over. There is an obvious sound of wet skin slapping together as Sukuna fucks you fervently.

“Gonna pump my seed into you,” he purrs in your ear. “Wouldn’t you love that?”

You whimper, “Please, ‘kuna…”

He chuckles, “Nah, I need you to tell me what you need. Use those words, baby girl.”

You swallow hard, your brain trying to catch up with the information you're receiving. Your orgasm is impending, and you find it hard to say anything to Sukuna as you feel the pleasure building so deep in your tummy. You lick your lips a few times, and Sukuna goads you on to tell him what you want.

“N-not fair, ‘m gonna cum…”

He enjoys seeing you like this. He loves to fuck you stupid until you can’t even think straight. One of his hands slides down your body to begin rubbing your swollen and aching clit.You yelp as the pleasure builds to something so intense, you’re panting and begging and not even making much sense as you babble on about how you’re cumming and how good it feels.

As your silky walls begin milking Sukuna, he feels his own climax coming on. He can’t keep his eyes to one place for long, as all of it is so debaucherous and filthy. Your little hole is leaking such beautiful fluids along with that sweet menstrual blood. And your face is so cute as you are already fucked out.

“Tell me you want my cum! Say it now!” Sukuna growls, and you shudder.

“I need it, ‘kuna. Wanna be filled with your cum.”

That’s all he needs to hear before he’s exploding so deep inside of you. The filthiest growls and groans come from him, and he begins to tell you how good your little cunt is. He fucks his cum so deep inside of you, pushing it deeper and deeper until he rides out his high. Once he’s satisfied, he pulls out and begins rubbing his blood-soaked cock to your folds.

“What a good girl you are,”

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dark-and-kawaii · 7 months ago

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ok but what if........ .. .... zevlor period sex

idk im in a mood

୨♡୧ Our Sweet Zevlor ୨♡୧

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I’m not going to lie I almost wasn’t able to do this for you anon *cries* because I damn near pressed the delete button by accident!! *sighs* I didn’t though thank god, I hope you enjoy xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Major Comfort | Blood | This Man Loves You

Zevlor is such a gentle soul, he’d be hesitant at first, his hesitation born out of genuine concern for your well being. He fears that engaging in such activities during your time of pain may add to your discomfort. Moreover, the sight of you bleeding fills him with sorrow, he despises seeing you struggle, that you bleed and there is nothing he can truly do to ease your suffering until the days have passed.

It’s the tears in your eyes and the way you beg for him that move him, prompting him to carefully position himself above you, his gaze filled with adoration. With tenderness, Zevlor enters your bloodied snatch, aiming to alleviate your cramps and satisfy your needs. Softly, he shushes you, assuring you that he is there for you and will do whatever it takes to provide comfort.

His hands caress your body, his touch filled with warmth and affection as his cock stretches and fills your aching pussy, his hips grinding slowly to ensure maximum pleasure as his tail wraps around your leg, the tip of it rubbing soothingly over your clit. Zevlor makes sure to thrust in and out of you in a slow and gentle fashion, his claws trailing down your body and his lips peppering kisses all over your skin.

The wetness from your arousal and the blood staining his shaft causes the tiefling to feel a strange pleasure, but he pushes that to the side, he wishes to satisfy your needs. Instead, his eyes lock on you, taking in the way your face contorts into expressions of bliss and how you pant and moan his name, “Zevy~”.

You bury your face into his chest, taking in his scent and relishing the heat that his body gives off, allowing it to warm you, “m’you’re so warm~, s-so good~”.

A purr rumbles in his throat as Zevlor presses his body flush against yours, his cock rubbing against your g spot, eliciting a cry of his name, "Z-z-Zevy~!".

With his cock deep inside you, Zevlor continues to gently thrust he keeps his face close to yours, whispering sweet words and nuzzling his face against yours while his tail flicks behind him.

The way your blood stains his cock causes him to feel a bit of shame, he is supposed to be caring for you, not taking pleasure from the blood that leaks from your cunt. He can’t help but feel terrible that he has become aroused by this whole situation. You’re so slick like this though, his cock sliding in and out with ease, it feels so so wonderful to be inside you during your period.

Your eyes flutter open and you notice his expression, one of confliction, a mixture of lust and sadness. With a smile, you reach up and cup his cheek, causing him to lean into your touch, his tail now brushing against your body.

"S’okay, Zevy, i-i-it doesn't hurt~." Your eyes never flutter close as he begins to thrust faster, a sign that he is starting to get lost in the pleasure. Small infernal curses leaving his lips

"You-you like it, I can see it, l-l-look at me." The tiefling does so, his eyes filled with need, "Y-you don't have to feel ashamed. M'love you Zevy, m'want to feel your cum in me.”

A deep moan escapes Zevlor as he grips your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. It feels so good to be inside you, even more so when he can feel his milky seed mixing with your blood, creating a sticky mess that is a sign of his love and devotion to you.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #Zevlor #zevlor x tav #zevlor x reader #zevlor bg3 #bg3 smut #tw period sex

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inkdrinkerworld · 2 years ago

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comfort

pairing: dbf!hotch x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

cw: smut, dbf!hotch, period sex, fluff to smut to fluff, mention of cramps, 18+ONLY, MDNI

You should’ve known your dad would send him over. You really should’ve with the relationship you have with them both.

Your father hated leaving you alone, and when you’d gotten your period that morning and told him you were in a lot of pain, you really should’ve expected Aaron to be coming over when he was finished with work.

You had transformed the living room to a sort of blanket fort, old disney movies playing on the tv as you laid in your fluffiest pyjamas under the heavy duvet.

“Angel,” Aaron calls and you tip your head back, brows pulled quizzically.

“Did dad send you? ‘Cause I told him I’d be fine.”

Aaron toes his shoes off and drapes his jacket over the back of the sofa.

“He did say to come check on you, said you’d been having bad cramps.”

You’d known Aaron long enough that this kind of talk didn’t bother you, plus you were a grown woman, period talk no longer seemed as uncomfortable as it did when you were younger.

“I was, got my hot water bottle though, and chocolate.” you show Aaron the half finished block of chocolate, he laughs at how little remains.

“Good, I’m staying the night.” he admits and you smile wide and then temper it.

“You’re as bad as he is, I’m a big girl.” it’s teasing enough that Aaron rolls his eyes and hums.

You’d said the same thing a week ago when Aaron had been gone and you’d made yourself come on the phone with him.

If your dad knew that, he wouldn’t be too keen on sending Aaron to check up on you- but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Are you? You’re sat watching Sleeping Beauty.” you hide your face in your covers and Aaron chuckles. He pulls your shoulders so you’re laying in his lap, Aaron’s hands rubbing through your hair as the movie plays on.

About halfway through, your water bottle ran cold and your cramps were almost demonic in their pressure.

There wasn’t much Aaron could do, but he tried to get your mind off the pain.

“Want me to refill it?” he asks softly, feeling your tears hit his dress pants.

“Please, I really can’t move.” he’s no stranger to how debilitating they’d gotten as you’d aged, Aaron remembers a couple months back when he’d carried you to the hospital because the pain seemed never to cease.

When he came back, you were putting on another movie, wiping your tears and sniffling.

“Here,” you took the bottle with a grateful smile, setting it on your stomach with a pleased sigh.

Aaron had meant to bring up another solution, a solution you’d both tried a couple times when you were alone like this.

He just wasn’t sure if you were up to it and despite how much it had helped, Aaron wouldn’t bring it up when you hadn’t even hinted.

You’d been thinking of it though, your mind running to how Aaron had helped you last month when your cramps had been awful and overwhelming.

You were halfway through Cinderella when Aaron had undone his shirt and patted your head, “I’m gonna go shower angel, I’ll be twenty minutes.”

“No,” you mumble, holding his hand making him pause. “Not yet. I want to try the thing,” you admit and sit up.

“Sweetheart,” you crawl into his lap then and Aaron sighs, holding you close to his chest. “What thing?”

Maybe it was a little mean to make you say it when Aaron knew what you wanted.

But he’d always been just that little bit mean enough to make your belly churn with excitement every time.

You rock your hips into his, groaning softly at the friction.

“Can we do what we did last time?” you ask and Aaron tilts your chin upwards, eyes peering into yours.

“You sure?” he needs you to be, as much as there’s attraction between the two of you, Aaron sometimes needs the reassurance that this, with him, is what you want.

It always will be, if you’re honest with yourself.

“Mhm, please Aaron.” he keeps you in his arms are he bounds the stairs to your bedroom, reaching for your towel and laying it on the bed before setting you atop it.

“You have to be patient.” he instructs gently, brushing your hair from your face before going to get the bin from your bathroom.

“They’re starting to hurt again,” you whine, and Aaron feels horribly about it, but he needs you to be comfortable above all else when this starts.

He sets a bottle of castor oil and peppermint oil on your bedside table before standing before you again.

“I’m gonna make it better okay, sunshine?” you nod, lifting your hips to help Aaron drag your shorts off along with your underwear.

“It’s gonna pinch a little remember?” He spreads your legs and finds your clit to distract you.

“Please Aaron,” you beg and he lines up with your entrance, pushing in slowly as he rubs at your clit, watching with pride as your body leans into his touch. “So good.”

Aaron moved slow, his body hovering over yours as he pushed into you, dragging pleasure from your body easily.

His lips kiss at your cheeks, jaw and temple, soft sweet words whispered into your skin.

“Fuck I’m getting close,” you cry, hands clawing at Aaron’s back as he focuses on rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Aaron, Aaron.”

His name is a pretty chant along with soft swears and cries of pleasure.

When you do come, Aaron stills, letting you soak his cock, groaning when your cunt becomes impossibly tighter around him.

“God, baby, you’re gonna make me come in you.” he whispers, hips snapping into yours once more. There’s something to tell of his precision and care even while he chases his own release.

“Please Aaron, I want it,” you do, you want it terribly. Your hands cup his cheeks as he spears into you, his pelvis brushing your clit with each thrust making you whine and squeal.

“Please come in me,” you beg, leaning upwards to lick at Aaron’s mouth, teeth nibbling on his lip, dragging his bottom lip into your mouth. “Please fill me up.”

Aaron’s hips buck and he claims your lips with a harsh, “Fuck you’re so good to me.”

He fills you up, and rubs your clit just a little to pull another orgasm from you because he could.

His nose nudges along your cheek as you both come down from your highs.

“Better?” he asks, large palms stroking at your cheek and jaw.

“So much,” you groan as he pulls out of you, using the towel to clean you up a little before helping you sit up. “Thank you.”

You lean in for a kiss that Aaron is more than happy to grant, hand leading your jaw as he deepens the kiss.

“You’re more than welcome, sunshine,” Aaron speaks the words to your lips and then pulls away, “Ready to shower now?”

Aaron is gentle as he showers with you, not letting you lift a finger to help him as he opts for your lavender shower gel rather than your usual oat and honey scent.

“C’mon angel, now isn’t time to be shy.” he says as you try to discreetly get your pad on.

“Shush,” you say, your hair hiding your cheeks as you bite your lip.

Aaron laughs at how whiny your voice sounds.

“Can we go back down? I want to finish Cinderella, and I wanna watch Anastasia after.”

Aaron chuckles as he slips into his forgotten pair of boxers from your last weekend together.

“Of course, we can order something to eat too. And maybe that giant chocolate chip cookie thing.”

You put on another pair of fluffy pyjamas and when you reach for your hair, Aaron lowers your hands and reach for the strands himself.

“Maybe?” you tip your chin backward and give Aaron a sad pout.

“Stop that,” he mutters, knowing he’d be purchasing the stupid chocolate chip cookie because of that look.

You laugh when his hands comb through your hair and braid it back rather than elaborating.

“I wonder what dad will think if he finds you here in just your underwear.” Aaron pinches at your ass as you walk in front of him.

“Nothing, cause he won’t see. Plus, I only care what you think,” he pulls you into his lap when you sit on the sofa again, the duvet covering you both soon after.

“And I know you love me in as little clothes as possible.” his words are whispered into that spot below your ear making you shiver.

“I should’ve played harder to get,” you joke but Aaron doesn’t find you funny in the slightest.

His teeth sink into your neck, “Brat,” he mumbles and you giggle. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x yn #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner fanfiction #tw: period sex

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 8 months ago

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Can we get smth w cyprus and period secks 👁

Tw afab reader, Cyprus is a fuckin nasty man, with period blood and stuff, dub con,

Cyprus doesn't mind getting messy. The laundry services downstairs are free, after all. He only needs to buy his own washing detergent, which doesn't cost too much as the cheap ones does the job.

You would think that your period would put him off, but he's more of a dog than ever before. He would get excited, your blood would be a natural lube to prepare you with, the air would reek even more of sex and menstrual fluids. Cyprus would go down on you the same, having blood dribble down his chin and all over his chest. He would still fuck you with the same intensity despite having crimson painting all over his body, his bed, your body and even the fucking walls.

He will make you forget about your period migraines and cramps, making you cum over and over again; your body and brain will be molded to the shape of his cock and any pain will be either translated to the pleasure of orgasming or become strongly associated with it. Your uterus would contract tremendously during climaxes and empty its contents quicker. Instead of the usual 5-day shedding, your period will now last on an average of two days. Sometimes even one, because Cyprus literally fucks the uterine lining out of you.

He has an animalistic appetite for your blood clots sliding out of your pussy, you try not to gag when you realized that he would swallow them whole. It's not like you were given a chance to think anyways, he will have you cumming almost every few seconds while slurping up whatever you give him down there.

When he's finally done with you for the day, the room would look like a brutal murder scene. The slaps between his hips and yours were so vigorous that there were splatters of blood that reached the blades of his ceiling fan. Scarlet would paint your body and his as if someone poured a gallon of viscera on the two of you. The sheet that was once dry and off-white is now completely soaked and gored. Blood would crust his fingers and hair.

A triumphant grin would make its way to his handsome face, his teeth were heavily stained red, and his jawline tightened with dried and fresh blood. It's almost like you're looking at a cannibal who has just finished his dinner, he doesn't come close to looking this sanguinary after his most brutal fights.

You would push him away in the end, because his aftercare involves him kissing you on the lips and cuddling. It's gross and nauseating to be covered in rouge like this, but Cyprus doesn't mind. He loves it.

You and he would need to spend the next few hours cleaning up, though. You would be grumpily grumbling as you scrubbed the walls with a wet cloth, trying to get rid of your viscera. Whereas your boyfriend would be whistling to himself, enjoying his day while he balances himself on a step ladder; trying to clean the soiled blades of his ceiling fan.

You're grateful that he would be the one who brings down the bloodied sheets and fabrics because your nervousness and anxiety would make it look like you're trying to cover up a reckless homicide poorly. You couldn't believe that your body expelled that much redness without you dying from blood loss. But then again, it is to be expected. You're squeezing out around 5 days' worth of menstrual blood in a few hours.

It usually takes a few cycles to even get most of it out, his neighbors know that if he's hogging the machines for an unusually long time, that means he managed to fuck his girl during her period. Hence, they would cheer loudly, sometimes the noise even reaching upstairs. Where you would be mortified while mopping up the messy floor.

Cyprus would prepare dishes that mostly consist of lean meat, as he knows you need iron and protein to replace the blood that you lost. He would be happy, praising you as you were such a good girl to him. Cyprus would run you a hot shower, prepare cups of chamomile tea, and massage your back after the sex. Which may or may not lead to him eating you out again, ruining all his hard work to clean the sheets.

Well. At least you get to save money on painkillers and sanitary products.

You sighed, good thing he already told Jane that you're not coming in tomorrow. You don't know if you have the energy to work after that... blood fest. Especially when you're still sitting on your depraved boyfriend's face, his tongue still drilling into your exhausted cunt.

You shuddered every time he licked those sensitive bundles of nerves, frowning at how blood started pooling around his ears and soaking the blanket. You couldn't hop off him, his fingers are digging into the flesh of your thighs, forcing you to use him as a chair.

You hope that no one needs to use the washing machines later tonight.

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