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bwabys-scenarios · 3 months

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Could I get a yandere meruem x reader on her period? Tyy <3

Prized Possession(NSFW)

Yandere!Meruem x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

A/N: I wasn’t sure exactly what you wanted so I did a lil nsfw fic, but if you want something SFW/headcanons/etc then please feel free to send another request with specification ^^

warnings: fingering, pussy eating, dubcon, public sex, period sex, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, Pitou treats you like their queen and pampers you, Meruem is HORNY, obsessive and possessive behavior

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It had been two days since Meruem had tightened the metaphorical collar around your neck, keeping you stationed on his lap at all times of the day. His nose stayed buried in your neck, and despite your cries to at least do it behind close doors, his fingers stayed buried in your pussy, lightly pumping into you.

“Shh, shh, my princess. This is for your own good, so don’t complain.”

He curled his fingers in your cunt, pressing down on your abdomen and humming lightly. “Soon… I can smell it.”

Meruem had never been the type to keep you too far out of his reach, but lately his version of love had been absolutely smothering. It wasn’t always revolved around sex, sometimes he would force you into the little nest of blankets and pillows he built for you, or hold you so tight you’d have to remind him of his strength while gasping for air.

He couldn’t stop purring as he ran his hand over your abdomen, continuing to say how “close it was”. You didn’t even want to know what he was talking about, but by the way you started to feel kind of icky and tired, you were beginning to understand.

And you were terrified.

Now, you liked Meruem. He wasn’t as cruel as others made him out to be, and he sure did have quite the soft spot for you, but he still was an inhuman monster that ate humans. And because of his inhumanity, his knowledge of the human body was limited, besides what he read from medical text books and the own way his semi-human instincts reacted to the changes in your hormones.

And that’s how you found yourself being awoken in the middle of the night to Meruem lapping at your cunt, a dull ache in your abdomen.

“Ugh… Meruem…”

He glanced up, his hands on your thighs. “My princess… did I disturb your sleep?”

Although his words sounded sweet, there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. If he wanted you to stay asleep, he could have made sure you did, but instead he decided to gently push at your abdomen as he continued to gorge on your pussy.

It was then you noticed the red on his mouth, and fit a fleeting second you feared the pain you were experiencing was due to him LITERALLY eating your pussy.

But no, it wasn’t anything like that. With another soft push on your abdomen, you watched as blood dribbled into his mouth.

“I knew it was close… how I’ve waited for this time of the month…”

You whined in embarrassment and pleasure, gripping the sheets as you felt his tongue push into your sensitive pussy. “P-please… too much…”

He didn’t stop, and you knew better than to push him away or complain too much. Meruem would never hurt you in anyway, but you knew that no amount of pushing or complaining would make him stop. It would just make him purr and push harder, just enough to put you on the edge of pain and pleasure. A vague discomfort, but not enough to hurt.

So instead of pushing or whining, you whimpered softly, gently stroking his face. He quite enjoyed that, his eyes narrowing in contentment. “Such a good girl… there you go, almost there…”

Meruem took great pride in his ability to make you cum within minutes of being between your legs. He was a natural from the beginning. Of course he was, he was king.

He stayed there, between your legs for what seemed like hours, each orgasm helping to relive the ache in your abdomen. Once he was thoroughly satisfied, he moved up to your face, rutting his hips against yours.

At this point he looked almost feral, his eyes peering down at you as his thick cock rested on your belly. He rubbed it against you, growling as he lowered his blood stained face to yours.

“Kiss me.”

It was only a for a second, but your hesitation caused him to growl lowly. “I won’t repeat myself.”

He gripped your chin, squeezing just enough to make you uncomfortable. You whimpered softly as you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his.

As soon as Meruem felt the touch of your lips, he relaxed. It wasn’t long before you felt his cock prodding at your pussy, and his tongue prodding at your lip.

You really didn’t want to taste your own blood, but you also didn’t want to be scolded, so you obediently opened your lips, just as his cock sank into your bloody cunt.

He allowed you to whine, for your nails to scratch his back as he began to fuck into you. Meruem had the power to stop you whenever he wanted, but he didn’t. How kind he was to you, how lenient he was with his little pet.

“Shh… be a good pet and take it.”

Meruem preferred to be as close to you as possible when fucking you. His instincts told him to keep you pinned down and still, to breed you when he started smelling the sweet pheromones of your menstrual cycle.

Nights like this were exhausting. He needed you so badly, his brain filled with the need to breed you until your belly was heavy with his seed. It didn’t help that you were crying out and moaning beneath him in this sensitive state of yours.

How he loved the sounds you made, the cries and whimpers, the moans and whines. You really were his little princess, the perfect pet to play with in his spare time.

But… at the same time, you were much more than that. When the royal guard suggested he start spreading his seed among the many human women at his disposal, he became angry and almost… guilty. He didn’t want to impregnate some woman he didn’t know, he wanted you and you alone.

Perhaps he did love you. He had read many books, some being novels on romance. Meruem didn’t really understand it at first, but after meeting you he just couldn’t get you out of his head. It was an unhealthy obsession, you were supposed to be a way to waste away his spare time, but now he was beyond attached.

As he filled your womb once again with his cum, he placed a hand over your belly. “My little mate… yes, that’s what you are, my mate…”

He lightly traced circles in your belly with his finger, his eyes soft. The urge to mark you and cover you in his scent was overwhelming. He felt so possessive over you, even though you only interacted with his Royal Guards, he still felt the need to make sure everyone knew you were his.

As your blood soaked into the soft sheets of your shared bed, he finally pulled out, humming softly. “Pitou.”

They were by his side in seconds, not reacting at all to the scene in front of them. Meruem pulled you into his lap, petting you as if you were his exhausted puppy, rather than the woman he deemed his mate.

“Bathe her, dress her, then feed her.”

Without hesitation, they nodded. “Yes, King Meruem.”

You whined softly as Pitou carried you in their arms. One hand was on the soft curve of your ass, and the other was in your hair, soothing you softly. You were their queen, someone Meruem ordered they worship just as much as they worshipped him, so they did just that.

“My queen, I see you’ve come into heat.”

Pitou set you by the bathtub, filling it up with warm water as they used a rag to wipe away the blood from your thighs. After all the access blood was gone, they placed you in the warm water. “Heat..? I guess… that’s what you would call it.”

You relaxed as Pitou washed your body, their hands grazing your soft breasts and thighs. “It seems King Meruem has successfully bred you. It’s an honor to bear the King’s young.”

You watched as Pitou caressed your belly, right over your womb. You weren’t sure how they would know you were pregnant, surely there was no way you were already. “The King’s semen is potent, you’ll be with child soon.”

Ah, that explained it. They just assumed since you and Meruem had sex, that there was no way you weren’t pregnant. You’d laid with Meruem several times before, but this time… he was really adamant about filling you up.

Pitou rinsed you before scooping you up as if you were just a kitten. They dried you off, grabbing a pair of panties for you with the pad already applied. It was a bit humiliating how much the royal guards babies you, but you couldn’t do much about it. Once you were dressed, Pitou purred softly, butting their head against your hand.

Meruem didn’t allow for much affection, but you did. You smelled so much like him, and as the queen you were the second best, and the only one other than Meruem that Pitou would be so docile for. “Mmph, my queen…”

You let them carry you back to your chambers, where Pouf and Youpi were waiting with a meal, prepared just for you. Meruem sat on your now freshly cleaned bed, reading a book. He looked up for only a second, giving you a knowing smile.

“Eat, you need your energy. You’re losing blood, so it’s iron rich.”

You sat down, Pitou laying their head in your lap as you ate. You were surprised at how lenient Meruem was with Pitou, but the ant just saw Pitou as nothing more than your pet, and his servant. The cat like ant purred and mewed softly as you petted their head. It was a bit strange, but it was the only physical contact you got outside of Meruem. The other two royal guards didn’t seem to like you as much, more like they put up with your presence to keep their king happy.

After you finished your meal, Meruem set his book down. “Come.”

Pitou set up immediately so you could follow Meruem’s orders. You stood, wobbling slightly, causing Pitou to shoot up and accompany you. They acted like a mama cat, grooming your hair as they guided you to Meruem’s side.

Pitou set you down, the kneeled next to Meruem as he pulled you into his lap. “Sleep, you need rest. Do not think this was the only breeding session, this process will happen until your heat is over.”

You knew that Meruem was a lot of things, but he certainly wasn’t a liar, and he didn’t over exaggerate. If he said you needed rest, you would.

You slid your hair on his chest, closing your eyes as he ran his hand over your hair.

You weren’t looking forward to this week at all.

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springtyme · 3 months

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x afab!reader (18+ mdni!)

word count: 952 - smut under the cut!

Can’t stop thinking about how Kyle would be the perfect boyfriend when you’re on your period…

He will always have a hot water bottle ready for you, and on the rare occasion that he doesn’t, he’ll use his hands, gently pressing his big, warm palms against your abdomen as he tries to soothe your cramps. He’s so attentive, never leaving your side when you’re in pain.

Whether it’s bringing you a cup of hot tea, a cosy blanket, or just holding your hand, he always knows exactly what you need. He’ll massage your back with gentle strokes, easing the tension and making you feel like the weight of the world is lifted off your shoulders.

He is a champ in the pad aisle, asking all the right questions about what you need. He won’t shy away from the “embarrassing” items and instead, he’ll confidently march through the aisle, picking up what you need, making sure you have everything you need to feel comfortable during your period. He genuinely finds men who are uncomfortable with the subject dumb and childish.

Back at home, he’ll surprise you with a thoughtful care package filled with all your favourite snacks, painkillers, and even a little assortment of pampering items like face masks and bath bombs. He knows that sometimes a little self-care goes a long way in soothing both physical and emotional discomfort.

He’ll give you all the cuddles you need, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. He understands the power of physical touch to provide comfort and reassurance, and he never hesitates to give you all the affection you crave.

These little acts of thoughtfulness remind you just how lucky you are to have him by your side.

He’ll shower you with words of love and encouragement, reminding you that you’re strong and capable, even when your body feels anything but. In his arms, you feel safe, loved, and understood. He is not just a partner, but a true companion who goes above and beyond to make sure you feel loved and supported. With him, every period becomes just a little bit easier to bear.

And even when your period is over, he doesn’t forget about your needs. He continues to show love and care, always prioritising your well-being. He understands that menstruation can sometimes leave you feeling drained and emotionally exhausted, so he makes it a point to be patient and understanding during those post-period days.

And if period sex is something you’re into, then he is more than willing to accommodate your desires. He loves any way he can provide relief for you and alleviate your cramps. He sees it as a way to connect with you and provide comfort during a sensitive time.

He approaches it with care and understanding, always checking in with you to make sure you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself. He is always attentive to your needs, but when you’re on your period he makes even more of an effort to make sure everything is perfect for you. He will make sure to take things slow and gentle (if that’s what you prefer). He’s understanding of any discomfort you may experience and never pushes you beyond your limits.

He never rushes you or makes you feel guilty for not being in the mood, but when you are, he is more than eager to please you. He takes the time to set the mood, dimming the lights and playing soft, soothing music in the background. He wants you to feel relaxed and comfortable in every aspect.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he will whisper softly in your ear as he kisses your neck, his hands gently exploring your body and finding all the right spots that bring you pleasure.

He listens to your cues and always encourages you to communicate openly about what feels good and what doesn’t. His main focus is always your pleasure and satisfaction. As he moves inside you, he does so with care and tenderness, never forgetting that your body may need a more gentle touch during this time. He takes his time, savouring every moment, and constantly checks in with you to ensure that you are enjoying yourself. With each thrust, he showers you with praise and encouragement, reminding you of your beauty and strength.

He knows that the release of endorphins during sex can actually help soothe cramps and elevate your mood, so he is determined to make this experience as pleasurable as possible for you. “You are so incredible, baby,” he will whisper in your ear, his voice filled with genuine love and admiration.

Afterwards, he’ll hold you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, as you bask in the afterglow. He strokes your skin lovingly, whispering sweet words of affection and gratitude. He wants you to feel loved and cared for, not just during your period, but always.

He will be so thorough and gentle with aftercare, making sure you’re comfortable and well taken care of. He understands that your body may need some extra care and attention after sex, especially during your period. He’ll help you get dressed if you need it, and then snuggle up with you, providing a safe and comforting space for you to rest and recover.

He never makes you feel ashamed or embarrassed about your period, but instead loves and embraces every part of you. He truly is your rock, your comfort, and your partner in every sense of the word. With him, every period becomes a time of deep connection and intimacy, reminding you that you are loved and cherished no matter what. He is a true gem, a partner who never fails to prioritise your pleasure and well-being.

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slvtforfiction · 5 months

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I love your blog. There’s like no Jake content out there. Could I request a Jake smut where the reader is inexperienced and shy🖤🖤🖤

☆ Ahhh thank you anon!!

☆ Ofcourse I can

☆ Jake Webber X Reader

☆ Smut

☆ Period sex!

☆ Masterlist

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

I laid in bed gripping my stomach whilst Jake was out.

My period cramps had been going crazy and I felt like someone was shooting me with an arrow every time one shot through my body.

I stayed with my stomach clutched tightly whilst I heard the door click open and Jake greet me as he walked in.

"Hey baby." He put down the bag before noticing what I was doing,clutching my stomach with a sorrowful face.

"What's wrong love?" He asked, "Fucking period cramps." I groaned out,he nodded and grabbed some chocolate out of his bag.

"Thank you" I muttered towards him he nodded with a smile filled with empathy.

He sat on the bed next to me rubbing my leg up and down trying to comfort me with futile attempts.

"Is there anything else I can do?" He asked me with a small smile as he continued to rub my leg up and down.

"Not really!" I said with a soft smile up at him,I knew there was period sex but I was a virgin and was sure it would hurt.

"You know I Uh-I read something online," he started to talk and I nodded my head hoping he was thinking the same as me.

"And apparently like sex is good for cramps? Like fingering?" He told me more of a question to ask if I was okay with where this was going.I nodded and smiled as he thought the same as I did.

"I'll be back then hang on." He told me before leaving the room.Whilst he was gone I propped myself up onto the pillows and sat up in the twin bed.

He came back with a red towel and I smiled at how much he knew,clearly having researched this before to help me.

He put the towel underneath me and asked if he could take off my shorts to which I nodded again,not wanting to speak much right now,I had always been shy and Jake knew that.

He began taking down my shorts as I continued to grip my stomach,though this time with less force as before.

"Let me take care of you, love, it's okay." He told me softly.That sparked something in me,realising how lucky I am to have this man.

"Are you still okay with this?" He asked me gently making sure I was comfortable,I nodded happily as he kissed my thighs.

“Are you sure sweetheart? I know it’s your first time,I know how nervous you’ve been.” He asked me again and I nodded my head.

This was my first time and I was scared,I had only dated Jake for about 4 months but I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my time on earth with him.

“I want my first time with you and only you.” I told him and with that he kissed me.

He kissed down my neck,worshiping my body and I completely forgot about my cramps that were killing me a moment before.

He then pressed one finger into my cunt and kept kissing my thighs as he pushed himself in.

"Are you okay, but I need words honey." He told me with one finger inside of me, "Yes,please." I whimpered out wanting the pain of my stupid cramps to go.

"Okay baby,tell me if you want me to stop." He told me knowing how nervous I had been to have sex at all.

I was a virgin but I knew he wasn’t and he was oh so gentle and made sure I was okay with everything he did.

I moaned out as he kept pushing his finger in and out making me melt and my cramps long gone.

I thought to myself about how his finger must be red with blood now but I was too immersed in pleasure to give a second thought about it.

I had always thought my first time would be as scary and painful as everyone else says but it wasn’t,it was nirvana.

I moaned out again as he slowly slipped a second finger in,by now my cramps had passed away for a while.

I lived in bliss as I felt my thighs shaking already."Needy baby?" Jake teased as I came around his fingers.

A series of moans came from me as I road out my high before panting to get my breathe back and leaned backwards.

He kept going,leaving me overstimulated but beyond happy that my period cramps were now nothing to even think of.

I babbled out incoherent moans and blissful tears from the overstimulation, crying out.

"I know baby,I know." He said quietly as if no one else was supposed to hear it,but I did and oh god did that almost send me into a spiral.

He was still going gently,helping me through each step and whispering sweet nothings to me before I threw myself into a spiral of an orgasm again.

I came down from my high as he removed his fingers leaving me whining for his touch again.

He left to go to the bathroom and grab some tissue paper to clean me up,he gently wiped my folds and went back to the bathroom to wash his hands and throw the tissue paper away.

He then went into the wardrobe and grabbed a panty liner and some panties along with some shorts for me.

I smiled at I watched him put the panty liner on perfectly before walking over to me. "Can I put these on you?" He asked so sweetly.

I nodded and he pulled the panties and the shorts up my legs securing them around my waist trying not to get blood on anything.

“Are you okay love?” He asked again for reassurance. “I promise.” I whispered back,already tired.

“How are you feeling?” He asked and I looked up at him. “I’m good,thank you,I’m sorry this was our first time.” I laughed and he looked down at me again.

“Baby don’t be sorry,you’re everything I’ve always wanted,I don’t care about the sex,I care about you.” He told me and I smiled to myself.

He pulled the towel away and threw it in the laundry basket saying something about worrying about it later,he pulled the covers over us and I cuddled up next to him with a smile as I fell into sleep.

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prismatica-the-strange · 3 months

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Anakin gives off the vibe of someone just fucked up enough to eat you out on your period. Especially when he lets the whole sith thing finally take over because "You need him" and he "Just wants to make you feel better."

This is the face of a man that gives zero fucks about getting his face bloody if it means he gets to feel your thighs around his head while you beg him for more.

There are very few guys I could imagine doing this, but even pre-sith Ani would give you period head.

If you try to tell him he'd find it gross, the little freak would just laugh and say "I think I'll be the judge of that."

I have this vivid image of him pulling away just enough to grin up at you all bloody, then leave a sticky red kiss on your thigh before diving back in.

He'd get off on it too. He gets off on eating you out anyways, but something about your embarrassment and/or getting to sooth that feeling does crazy things to him.

#I'm having Strange feelings #like normally this would squick me out but the idea crossed my mind with ani and it didn't sound unpleasant #prisma rambles #prisma self ships #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #anakin x reader smut #anakin skywalker x reader smut #period smut #period mention #blood mention #yes this came to me while listening to Not My Type: Dead as fuck 2 #i would by Graveyard Shift on vinyl just for that and LOUD

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hwangswhore · 6 months

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taken care of

pairing: hyunjin x f!reader

genre: smut (18+) mdni !

desc: hyunjin brings you some relief on your period.

content: period sex, mentions of blood & cramping/pain, aftercare, pet names.

ac: I’m getting my period so enjoy my brain rot :,)

hyunjin could always tell when you were about to get your period.

the way your appetite either doubled or diminished, the way your skin flushed pink and the cute blemishes you’d get on your cheeks that you’d whine about, and the way you would hibernate under your fuzzy blanket while he read his books cuddled next to you.

but the biggest giveaway was the way your eyes glazed over with lust and need when you looked at him.

hyunjin knew you always experienced terrible cramps and that a good orgasm always brought you relief from your pain. which is why the second he came home and saw your glossy eyes, he was instantly on top of you.

“shhhh, ángel, it’s okay, I’m here.” he whispered in your ear as he left warm, wet kisses down your neck. no teasing tonight , he was gonna make sure you were taken care of.

he laid out a warm towel straight from the dryer to help with the blood and double as a heating element to soothe your back from the cramps. he started messaging your feet and working his way up your calves until he reached your thighs. he left little feathery kisses on your inner thighs right near your pussy as he started to rub you through your panties. you were breathing heavily and sighing out his name while he continued to get you ready for him.

“I know, lovely, I know. I’m gonna give my sweet girl exactly what she needs.” he said with a kiss to your forehead. he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the drawer, sliding it down his leaking cock.

that was one thing you didn’t know; hyunjin was just as needy as you.

though it may sound selfish, hyunjin secretly anticipated for your period to come. not because he wanted you to be in pain, no, he absolutely hates to see you suffer. but because he loved to take care of you.

he loved that he had the power to take your pain away. to bring you comfort and peace through his body. to make you feel so good.

he loved seeing you go from a needy mess to a state of bliss, sighing and softly gripping his hair while he thrusted into you slowly and gently, careful not to hurt you.

he loved being the one to make it all better.

he gripped his cock and started rubbing his shaft up and down your wet folds up to your clit, knowing how much you loved the sensation. he kissed your neck and whispered sweet praises in your ear to coax you into complete relaxation before sliding his length into you all in one go. you let out a soft moan at the feeling, already dizzy from pleasure.

“sweet baby…” he kissed your lips sweetly. “you’re so beautiful, always.” he thrusted into deeply and slowly ,helping you completely forget your pain. your walls ached so good from the way he filled you.

“hyune..” you sighed out, running your hands through his hair. he tried to suppress his moans from how good you felt. “I know angel…I’m gonna make you feel so light.” he stilled inside you before bringing his fingers to your clit and rubbing small circles on you. he kept himself buried inside you while rolling his hips to help you orgasm.

after less then a minute, your entire body was trembling with pleasure as you came around him. the sensation made him release inside the condom, pulling out of you after being buried in you and nuzzling into your neck for a good 10 minutes.

he noticed your eyes flutter shut immediately following your release. you were about to fall asleep any second, you always did after period sex with him. he had to make sure he cleaned you before you got too comfortable.

“here baby, let me help you first.” you whined in protest, wanting to drift away. but you knew he was right. though practically numb, you lifted your tired legs to give him better access to you. he wiped you down with the towel before throwing it in the hamper in your shared bedroom. he put a fresh pair of underwear on you, already attaching a pad inside it, before he cuddled with you.

“I love you angel.” he pressed a kiss to your lips. you mumbled a response before drifting off to sleep, safe and warm in his arms.

#stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyujin imagines #hyunjin smut #skz smut #hyunjinsmut #hyunjins #period smut #kpop #kpop smut #stray kids

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nctstar · 4 months

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Hello!

I saw that your requests are opened so can you write something cute with a smut about period sex with Doyoung or Jaehyun?

Your writing is really good, congrats!!

hello! this is so late and you probably forgot about this already lmao but here it is! hope you like it <3 and thanks so much! appreciate the support.

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“You’re so cute. A real man isn’t afraid of a bit of blood, baby.”

“Still, maybe we should-“

“Already thought of that, beautiful.” He stroked your hair before reaching somewhere behind you to show you a towel. “Lay it out in front of you, pretty. Can you do that?”

pairing: doyoung x fem!reader

other members: nil

word count: 2.7k

genre: smuuutttt with a touch of fluff throughout

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! everything is consensual and implied that reader x doyoung has discussed boundaries and safewords prior to the scene taking place + discussion takes place throughout, talking about periods and cramps throughout (reader has painful cramps and these are described), period sex, hard & soft dom doyoung, use of restraints, oral (male receiving), crying during and after sex, sex pausing because of pain, reader is manhandled + held down, sir kink, degradation (use of slut, whore, brat), spanking, pussy slapping, begging, sexual punishment, reader slowly slips into subspace towards the end, intense orgasms, penetrative sex (unprotected - please be safe irl guys), use of good girl, fingering + clitoral stimulation, squirting, profanity (f word, s word once)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.

a/n: happy new year guys <3 YES IK I said I would finish the old requests by the end of the year but...it got crazier than I expected so...anyways here I am. new year same old me (but worse it seems). I thought the markhyuckno and dojaejung fic was the most graphic nasty thing I could write but...here we are :D

Your dutiful stares were enough to send him over the edge. Thick, glassy eyes rimmed with black and adorned by lashes as sensitive as butterfly wings, fluttering as you whimpered. “P-please.”

Doyoung stood so tall in front of you, you could barely make out the outlines of his face, ones you knew so well. His slacks smelled of laundry detergent, and you gulped as he used one hand to press your head to the front of his thigh, another unbuckling his belt. The scent elevated your senses, thighs squeezing around nothing in anticipation. Your arms and legs tied tightly behind you with silky black ribbons, just the way he liked it, you were forced to balance on your knees, your body seesawing as he prepared himself. A cramp hit you then, and you shut your eyes, breathing through your mouth, letting it pass.

“Keep your eyes open.” He sounded emotionless, careless, like he wasn’t even looking in your direction, but you nodded anyway, looking up at his face. Bits of light in the room was now illuminating parts of his chin, the sharp lines of his jaw and nose. The hand behind your head contracted, fingers digging into your scalp roughly. You gasped, parts of your scalp now throbbing as he pushed your open mouth onto him.

“Nghhh…” you gargled noisily, your eyes silently pleading at him to go easy on you. But he persisted, even as your hands curled into fists, fighting against the restraints as he used your mouth as he pleased. Tears and drool ran down your face and onto the grooves of your collarbone, and that was when the next cramp hit.

The pain was sudden and immobilising, like a lightning strike on the most sensitive parts of your body. Your whole body jerked, and Doyoung’s hand release from your scalp. You cried out, doubling over, and you felt soft skin all over your bare shoulders. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You began to cry softly, your stomach turning as embarrassment settled into your body. “Mmm, sorry, s-sir.”

“Shh, we’re not doing the scene right now, honey. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m sorry…” You rubbed your face on his shoulder, feeling his fingers quickly work to release you from your restraints. Once you did, your hands wrapped around his body instinctively, knees separated so you could sit on his lap. He patted your hair and upper back gently as you cried in his lap, the remnants of the cramp ebbing away inside your stomach. Once your breath slowed, Doyoung pulled your face away from him, but you still couldn’t look him in the eye. His thumb was gently circling the bare skin above the edges of your underwear. “Hey. This is for both of us to enjoy, right? If you’re in pain, we’re not doing it. And I’m not having fun either if you’re not, okay? Baby?” He kissed the top of your shoulder affectionately, and you felt your insides warm instantly, as if he had doused you in warm water. “Let’s get you relaxed and comfortable now, okay? What would you-“

“Doie, it’s fine. We can continue.”

“No, honey. It’s enough for today. There’s clearly something on your mind.” Your head snapped up to look at him, but there was no hint of frustration or anger lining his face. “It’s okay.” He rubbed up your arms, making you sigh inaudibly. “You don’t need to tell me right now, okay?”

“No, I…” You stopped, looking up and sighing, loudly this time. “I’ll tell you. I don’t know, I was just…embarrassed, I guess? But it’s not really a big deal, it’s just, well…something we haven’t really, um…” You were fumbling, playing with the bow on your bra as the anxiety rose up your body, threatening to silence you once again.

Doyoung’s plush lips pressed against yours, a clean, musky scent overtaking your senses. He squeezed your waist supportively as he pulled away.

You lashes fluttered as you spoke. “I’m on my period.”

Doyoung was silent for a second, maybe a second too long. Then, he sighed, resting back on his hands. “Oh, thank God.”

“What?”

“I thought you were gonna drop some huge bomb on me, like you had some weird fetish or something.”

“Doyoung!” You slapped his arm, making him laugh deeply. Your heart felt full as his face crinkled, your favourite feature on him being the way his entire face brightens when he smiles or laughs. You kissed his nose. “Thanks for not being weird about this.”

“Come on. Who would be weird about this? It’s such a normal thing.” Then, his face slowly dropped, darkened, and the worry started to creep again, tingling up the back of your neck. “Does it hurt? Is that why- oh.” He looked away, his hand slipping from your waist. “God, I’m such a jerk.”

“Wha- Doyoung, no. It’s not your fault, we agreed beforehand and, well, I thought the cramps would go away eventually! I mean, they usually do when I-“ You stopped, but Doyoung stared at you, willing you to continue. “What? What makes them stop?”

A blush crept up your cheeks, the exhilaration overtaking you as if you were 13 years old preparing to make your first sex joke rather than a grown woman who had just sucked her boyfriend’s cock for two minutes. “Um, well, you know. You know what they say about orgasms and cramps, right?”

Doyoung raised an eyebrow at you, before the realisation washed over his face. “Oh.”

You laughed awkwardly. “See, it’s so embarrassing, even if it’s not, technically. God, this is so weird. Let’s just finish here for today.” As you went to get off his lap, his hands pressed your hips down again, bare thighs slipping against his unbuttoned slacks. “I have a better idea.”

You looked into your eyes as your panty-clad core rubbed against the bulge of his cock in his boxers, making you shiver. “But if we do this…”

“Doie, are you sure?”

“Are you?” You nodded, almost too enthusiastically, which made him chuckle darkly. It was true that you were horny as fuck, despite the earth-shattering electric-shock level pain that was ravishing your body every now and then.

He grazed his lips on the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on your neck. “Good girl.” He gripped your ass with both hands, making you moan almost instantaneously. “We’ll play by the same rules we decided before then, okay? Promise me you’ll use your safeword, and tell me if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” You muttered a mh-hm, starting to get impatient and grind against him, but he stopped your movements in place. “Words, sweetie. This is important.”

“Y-yeah, Doie. Fuck, I w-want it – I need it, please, sir…” You bit your lip, grabbing his hands to push them away from your hips and let you grind against him. Doyoung let go, but he hooked his arm around your lower back, other hand spanking your clothed ass harder now. “Oh my God!” The sting took you by surprise, and as he stood up, his shoulder pressed against your stomach, giving you some relief from the dull ache that came every time you were on your period. “S-sir, where are we-“

The wind whooshed out of your lungs as he threw you onto your bed, the covers warm against your skin. As you caught your breath, Doyoung slammed himself over you, throwing both of your arms above your head recklessly. “So disrespectful, speaking out of turn like that.” You bit your lip in response.

As he rose above you, you yelped as you felt your world spin again. Lying on your front now, you tried to move onto all fours, but a hard whack to your backside stopped you in your place. You yelped, feeling him push you down onto the bed and spank you three times in a row. The third hit make you cry out. “S-sorry, sir!”

Leaning over you, trapping you in between his knees, you felt a sharp tug at your hair. Your neck bent backwards awkwardly as he pulled your face off the bed. “A-ah!”

“Naughty girl, hmm? And what happens to brats like you, baby? I want to hear you beg for it.” The way the word beg fell off his lips, like poison from a vial, made your legs shake in anticipation. The burn in your scalp was overwhelming, and you managed to make out, with shaky breaths, “Please, sir, please punish m-me.”

You yelped as he grabbed at the plush of your ass, fighting every urge to move. “Please, please, I need it, I need this.” He pulled the waistband of your black panties down to your upper thighs with one hand, landing hits as he let his other hand keep your face buried in the sheets. “Stupid whore. Grinding on me like my cock is all you can think about. Is that right, baby? Is my cock all that you’re good for, slut?” His words made you melt like butter, your heart racing as the arousal that was now collecting threatened to send you over the edge too early. “Ah- fuck! H-hurts…” Your voice croaked. Doyoung paused, but his hand still pressed you to the bed. Realising he was probably waiting for a verbal all-clear, you wriggled your ass teasingly. “Sir, please, I deserve it. I’m your brat, please, please punish-“

The next few hits took your breath away, and you wondered how all of this strength was coming from one arm. Your eyes watered as he travelled down your thighs before coming back to the curves of your bare ass, now probably red on impact. Your body began to fight the pain, your hands gripping the sheets to keep yourself anchored to the bed. “Fuck, y-yes sir, I’m all yours, please, please, take me.” You babbled nonsensically as you felt yourself relinquish control, wetness now dribbling down your inner thighs.

When he stopped, you felt yourself breathe out, and in one go, Doyoung lifted you backwards so your back was pressed against his. The first thing you noticed was the pad that lined your underwear, now on full display. “Oh shit.” You scrambled to untangle your legs to throw it away, out of sight, making Doyoung laugh. “You’re so cute. A real man isn’t afraid of a bit of blood, baby.”

“Still, maybe we should-“

“Already thought of that, beautiful.” He stroked your hair before reaching somewhere behind you to show you a towel. “Lay it out in front of you, pretty. Can you do that?”

He was slipping in and out of the scene with so much ease. Tears sprung to your eyes for the third time that day as you unfolded the towel, leaning over to open it onto the bedsheets. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” He didn’t hesitate as he laid you down on your front, aligning you with the towel properly. “You ready, my love?”

Nodding furiously, you felt him push you down on your upper shoulders with a tantalising amount of strength. “Stupid brat is always ready for cock, right?” You moaned, loudly, making him groan and slap your soaked core. “Ah! Fuck, s-sir.” You felt his engorged bulb run through your folds, so slowly, teasing you with an agonisingly slow pace. “You need this to put you in your place, right?” Another slap, this time hitting your clit and making you cry out. “And where is your place, baby?”

As he landed another slap, you cried out. “U-under you, sir! I belong under you, stuffed with your coc-“ He thrusted inside without warning, making you arch your back almost involuntarily. Your brain catching up with the sensations now running rampant through your body, you began to cry, the tears flooding your vision as your body shook with the strength of his hips.

He mocked. “Cock so good you’re crying, is that it?” Doyoung slowed, signalling to you that he needed some sort of verbal encouragement to keep going when you were crying. He was always like this, no matter how many times you assured him you would use your safeword if it was too much. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool slipping out of your open mouth. “Fuck, please, wan’ cum, please.” You managed to make out these words as you climaxed, white hot pleasure running through your lower body.

Even as the overstimulation sunk into your body, you gripped onto the sheets, throwing yourself back onto him, not wanting him to stop. “Please! Please fill me up, make me, ah…” His sped-up thrusts and quietened demeanour could only mean one thing. As you felt his hot cum inside you, he muttered deeply, throaty moans and gasps escaping him. “Good fucking girl. That’s it, gonna stuff you full of me, isn’t that right?” You nodded dumbly, the pleasure overtaking all of your senses. You snuck one hand down your body, toying with your clit, as if your body had a mind of its own.

Doyoung slapped the hand away, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them to your back with one hand. “Filthy girl.” You whined, but a screamed ripped itself out of your throat as Doyoung pushed two fingers inside you, thumb pressing directly on your clit. “Fuck, wait, ah, too much…” You tried to wriggle away, and he pulled out momentarily to slap you hard on your ass, the sting on your already sore skin making you jerk off the bed. He released you from his grip. “Get up. Now.”

You were shaking, half confusion and arousal clouding your vision as you high-kneeled on the bed. “Legs out and hands behind your back.” You complied, aware now that your core was exposed. One of his arms snaked around your shoulders, fingers dangerously close to your boobs. “So you can be a good girl.”

“Mmm, only for you.” You kissed the skin of his arm, the one in front of you, and gasped when he pressed his bare body close to you. “Not getting my cock again, slut. But you can come. Only when I say so. Understand?” His free hand gripped your chin, strong enough to leave bruises. “Y-yes, yes, sir!”

“Oh, and, these,” he slapped the thin skin of your inner thighs, left, then right, “aren’t moving.” You nodded relentlessly, the waiting driving you mad now. When he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep inside you, slow but firm, you gasped, engulfing the air as if it would help you ground yourself. “Fuck, I’m all yours, p-please!” His pace quickened, and it took everything in you to keep your thighs where they were. They shook almost painfully, and Doyoung stopped, pausing to spread your own fluids over your inner thighs. “I’m so close,” you cried softly, and Doyoung shushed you, pressing kisses on your shoulder. “Good girl, you kept still for me. You think you can soak the towel under us, baby? Hmm?” Your thighs pushed together at his words, but you snapped them apart again, hoping he hadn’t noticed. “Sorry, sir! I’m sorry!” You felt yourself slipping slowly into subspace, kept afloat only by the arm that was wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Doyoung cooed. “Obedient slut, aren’t you? It’s okay. We’ll keep going. You can come now.” You thanked him profusely as he rubbed firm circles on your clit. You gasped for air, random words flying out of your mouth without restraint. “Sir, feels so good, I- oh, I think I’m gon-, nggh, fuck, sir, it’s so much, please, please…” You came hard, seeing stars as you felt yourself let go completely. The feeling of the wet towel and your legs seemed to slowly bring you back to reality as you looked down, mortified. “Wait, did I…” your chest rose and fell. “Did I pee or something?”

Doyoung laughed delicately in your ear. “No, darling, you just squirted.” Your eyes widened as he pulled you closer. “You’re so pretty when you let go. We should do this more often.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Wow, I…didn’t think that was possible.”

“It’s gonna be hard to stay humble if you keep saying stuff like this, baby.” You laughed, anxieties lifting off your shoulders for a moment. You turned your head, moving your hair out of your face to kiss him deeply.

When you pulled away, he pecked you again on the forehead, cuddling you against his body. “So…you hungry?”

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thesakuragarnet · 6 months

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Only Stops A Sentence (Dabi X Fem!Reader)

Summary: Dabi does everything he can to try to make you feel better during your time of the month.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: heavy smut, Second Person POV, Dabi X Fem!Reader, established relationship, swearing

Word Count: 1,970 words

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: p3riod s3x, quirk use during s3x, bl00d k!nk, bl00d/m3nstrual cycle, dom top Dabi, bl00d as lub3, creamp!e, d3ad d0ve: do not eat, praise k!nk, dom/sub undertones, cunn!lingus, c0ck warming, vag!nal s3x, bl00d, s3x as pain reliever

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You’d always had particularly painful cycles, but this one was by far the worst. Nothing helped. Not medication, not heating pads, not even trying to get off with the shower head after you realized you started. Nothing was bringing you relief from the intense agonizing sensation in your thighs and nethers. You’d been curled up in a ball on the couch most of the day, in plain sight. Granted, everyone left you alone. They knew better than to mess with you during this time of the month. Toga, in particular, avoided you like the plague; though, this may have been for your own safety. The only person who acknowledged your existence was Dabi (or, Toya, as he had disclosed to you about a week ago). After all, he was your boyfriend and had been for quite some time now. You two clicked as cleanly as if you were two puzzle pieces. You understood each other in ways no one else had. He was very subtle about checking in on you throughout the day. Dabi knew something was wrong the moment he saw you squirming in pain on the couch this morning, and, a few minutes later, he absentmindedly tossed a blanket over you as he passed by on his way out the door.

After about half an hour, he came back with a heating pad, takeout, and a sad, ratty stuffed animal that looked like it had been forcibly wrenched out of a claw machine. He didn’t say anything at all; he didn’t have to. He simply left everything on the table, ruffled your hair, and walked back to whatever meeting the rest of the League was having. Dabi was never super sappy. Words meant nothing to him. People could say whatever they wanted, but, at the end of the day, words were empty; words didn’t always match actions. He preferred to do things instead.

The heating pad did next to nothing, but you were thankful for the food considering you could barely stand, so you didn’t have to leave the couch. Nonetheless, everyone went about the day as normal. There was some sort of mission, that you were obviously excused from, and, soon the day was drawing to a close.

…

You couldn’t sleep. You had no idea what time it was. You were just laying on your side, knees pulled up to your chest, eyes glued to the screen watching the late-night adult cartoons. The hideout had gone quiet, and you assumed everyone had turned in.

You hear the click of boots along the creaky floorboards getting closer and closer before you feel a hand on your shoulder and hot breath in your ear.

“You didn’t think I’d let you go to bed without me, did you?” Toya chuckles darkly before kissing your temple.

“Come on. Sit up,” He grunts, softly shoving your arm. You grimace before wordlessly shaking your head as another wave of incessant cramps strikes.

“That bad, huh?” He sighs before walking around to stand in front of you, blocking your view of the TV.

“Hey!” You protest before he clicks it off, shrouding the room in darkness, save for the thin, grim light of the street lamps leaking in through the window.

“I’ll carry you if I have to,” He says flatly, but you don’t budge. Dabi snorts, and you suddenly feel his arms around you in the dark, lifting you up and cradling you close to his chest. He’s warm. Much warmer and much more comfortable than the heating pad.

…

“Really? All that, and it won’t let up?” Dabi raises his eyebrow after listening to your rant about the abhorrent agony you’ve been wrestling with all day.

“Not even a little,” you groan, clutching your stomach. The two of you were in bed now. Well, Dabi’s bed. Nonetheless, you two might as well be sharing his room with how often you’re in it.

He chews his bottom lip, as if lost in thought, before his eyebrows raise.

“You know,” He murmurs, his eyes slowly becoming half-lidded as he looks you up and down, slowly sliding his hand up your thigh and resting at your hips. “There’s still one thing you haven’t tried.”

“Yes. I tried that already,” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you start to feel a separate ache. Your sex drive tended to heighten during your time of the month, and he wasn’t helping.

“You tried the shower head. We both know I give you stronger ones,” He rasps in your ear, his voice lilting on a low chuckle that sends a chill down your spine. You feel your face get hot.

“No. No, I’m so gross right now. You don’t want that,” you stammer, feeling self-conscious. You didn’t want him to be disgusted with you.

“Oh, I do. I know it’s a cliché, but a period only stops a sentence,” he whispers, his fingertips teasingly tracing along the waistband on your panties. He heats them up ever so slightly, and it feels good.

“If you’re so worried about the mess, go shower. I’ll get some towels. Lemme see if I can help you out,” He offers seductively, nipping at your neck.

…

He’s already lying in wait when you come back, your legs practically shaking from the pain as you stagger back into the room. Within seconds, he sweeps you off your feet, gently lying you back and pulling you to the edge of the bed. Toya gets down on his knees; he easily slides off your pajama pants before looking up at you for consent. You nod, feeling yourself sweat bullets as another shock of pain shoots through you. Slowly, he pulls off your panties and spreads your legs apart. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for a noise of disgust or for him to close your legs. You can already feel the blood starting to flow back out. Nonetheless, you look down to see him staring between your legs, as if he’s transfixed by some fascinating novel discovery. His eyes shift up slightly to meet yours, and you see the familiar glint of raw love in them, which makes your heart flutter. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly leans forward, hiking your legs over his shoulders before he dives between them. You tilt your head back reflexively, moaning as your feel his warm tongue gently tracing up and down your slit. He groans before his eyes close and he slowly slips his tongue inside you. You gasp at the sensation, not realizing you’d been craving it. Goddamn, it felt so good. Tenderly, he flexes his tongue inside you as he slips his hands toward your middle, gripping your pelvis to pull you closer and slightly heating up his hands. You gasp, eyelids fluttering as his tongue-piercing slides against your insides. He pulls away from you ever so slightly before his tongue dances up to your clit, and his name effortlessly falls from your lips as he starts sucking. His tongue gently traces over and over, stimulating all the right places as he teases you, and you look down to see his glittering blue eyes staring up at you with a primal gaze.

"Toya," You whisper breathlessly at each broad stoke; he deliberately takes his time with you, his warm tongue effortlessly teasing your clit. You ever so slightly buck your hips; your body craves more. You need him. You hopelessly need him inside you as much as you need air. Dabi sighs as he finally pulls away, wiping the thin trail of blood off of his mouth with the back of his hand as he stares down at you, eyes full of lust and love.

"You ready for me, princess?" He rasps as he climbs up, his throbbing cock pressing up ever so slightly into you. You nod, gazing up at him with pleading eyes, and a smug smirk spreads across his face as he slowly slides in.

"There ya go," Dabi groans softly as he smoothly slips all the way in, your aching cunt giving almost no resistance to him with the combined lubrication. A strangled whine leaves your lips as you feel his tip kissing the deepest part of you, and he chuckles darkly.

"Does that feel good? To finally have what you've clearly been wanting all day?" He teases, licking the dried blood from his lips. Air hisses from your nostrils as you fight the urge to completely submit to him. Dabi always knows what to say to drive you insane.

"Please," You beg, wishing he would just go ahead and rearrange your guts. Your lover just stares at you with half-lidded eyes, his hands tightly gripping your shoulders.

"Fuck, princess. You've never been this warm before," He sighs, fingernails ever so slightly digging into your shoulders as he shudders. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."

Then, he starts rocking his hips back and forth, and sparks practically fly across your vision. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through your body as he pulls back and forces himself deep inside you. The fleeting sensation of your hips pressed against one another every time he slips all the way inside drives you absolutely wild. You couldn't stop moaning even if you wanted to; it's goddamn euphoria.

"That's a good girl. Lemme fuck your pain away," Toya grunts as he picks up his rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting faster and faster. "Just focus on me, baby. Only me. Only me and how good this feels. How hard I'm fucking you. How you are mine."

You've completely forgotten about the agony plaguing you all day. The only thing you can feel is pure pleasure as he ruts up into you, both of your breaths coming out hot and heavy. You start feeling lighter than air, and a familiar warmth starts pooling in your lower back as you feel your insides starting to wind up like a spring.

"Close," You stutter, sweat dripping down the both of your bodies as he rocks your fucking world, and your hands find their way to his back. Toya gets more aggressive when he feels your nails scratching, carefully avoiding the scars and only raking down his healthy patches. Moans tumble out of your mouth in a rapid-fire manner, and it makes Dabi crave more of you. So much fucking more.

"Come for me. Come for me, darling. I wanna watch you completely fall apart when I come inside you," Dabi huffs, a faint red tint glowing on the unmarred skin above his cheekbones.

"Come inside me, please," You pant pathetically, pushing against his thrusts to get that much more of him inside you. Your lover plunges erratically over and over, and his breathing comes out in rapid exhales.

"You gotta come first. Come first, and I'll fill you up like the good girl you are," His husky voice commands in your ear, and it tips you over the edge.

"Toya, FUCK!" The horny whisper of his real name breaks off into a scream of cursing as you feel the pleasure wreck your body; spasms of oxytocin wash over you and absorb your pain. By the third contraction, Dabi releases, his eyelids fluttering as he empties into you with a quiet gasp. You shudder at the feeling of him pulsing inside you as your muscles involuntarily relax, and he promptly flips the both of you over so that you're lying on top of him, his hands gently tracing circles on your back. You indulge in the feeling of your chest pressed up against his and the sensation of his cock still twitching inside you.

"Feel better?" He chuckles under his breath, and a lovestruck smile plays at your lips.

"Much better," You sigh, nuzzling into his neck as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep.

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pinkkittysaw · 9 months

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WHAT GOOD IS A SWORD THAT NEVER GETS BLOODY?

pairing: clive rosfield x plus sized f!reader

summary: clive helps you relieve your cramps in the best way possible

word count: 3.6k

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI you will be BLOCKED!) established relationship, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it) period sex, blood kink, breast/nipple play, finger sucking, spit, praise, dirty talk, petnames (love, darling, sweetheart, etc.), clive is hairy and uncut

a/n: i wrote this entire thing with my pussy and i will never regret it!!!!!!!!!!! written during a time when i was achy and in pain. this is uhm, very self indulgent DJDJDJDJDJ.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

You’re on your side, curled in the fetal position, groaning in pain, when Clive comes into the room. Immediately, he’s by your side, caressing your arm gently. "What’s wrong, sweetheart?" he asks, concerned. ‘"Cramps" is all you can mutter in response. "Ah,"

Clive wasn’t used to dealing with periods. Before the two of you started dating, he hadn’t had much experience with them. Sure, Jill was around frequently enough when they were children, but she was never keen on sharing those intimate details of her life with him.

His soothing ministrations on your arm continue as he asks, "Would you like me to run a hot bath for you, love?" "The water should help ease the aches and pains. I can even give you a massage if you’d like."

"That sounds like heaven," you beam.

He plants a kiss on your temple and says, "I’ll get started on it right away and fetch you when it’s ready." Clive leaves for the bathroom and begins filling the tub with hot water, returning a short while later.

"The bath is all set up for you, darling. Come on, I’ll help you up." He brings you to your feet, and the two of you walk to the bathroom.

The warm scent of vanilla fills your nostrils as you step into the room, your eyes fixed on the steaming, bubbly water. "It smells lovely in here, Clive," you comment.

"I'm glad you like it." "One of the vendors sold me this scented oil while I was out. She said it was good for muscle tension."

"Oh, I'm sure she did," you mumble under your breath. You knew the vendor that he spoke of and her "desire" to "help relieve his tension." On more than one occasion, she made a point to flirt with him in your presence, despite knowing you and him were together. Clive, being who he is, is none the wiser. Always the gentlemen, you suppose.

You're pulled out of your thoughts as he continues, "Plus, you're always lighting those vanilla candles around the place, so I figured you'd like the smell."

You smile in response to the sweet gesture. "Thank you, Clive," you murmur before kissing his cheek.

"Of course, now let's get you settled before the water gets cold, hm?"

He helps you undress and carefully places the garments aside. Taking his hand, you're guided into the hot water. As you sink into the tub, you're met with instant relief.

"You feel alright?" he asks.

You nod in response, "Most definitely."

"Good," he bends down to kiss the crown of your head and is quick to follow you into the bath. Soon after ridding himself of his clothes, he takes his place behind you in the water. It's a tad cramped inside due to his huge stature, but you enjoy the skin-to-skin contact nonetheless.

"Would you still like that massage, or have your cramps subsided?" He caresses your hip under the water, rubbing small circles with his thumb. You turn around to face him and deliver your best puppy-dog eyes and signature pout. "Massage please?"

"Alright," he chuckles, leaning over the edge of the tub, grabbing a large vial off the floor. You can't help but roll your eyes at the sight. "Is that another one of your gifts from the vendor?"

"Yes, it is darling," he pauses to unscrew the lid. "I was told this was good for the skin, and I thought it'd make a good lubricant for the massage."

"Clive," you whine. "You know she only gives you free stuff because she's into you."

"Is she?" he smirks. "I haven't noticed."

You sulk at his words.

He puts the vial back down on the ground and grips your chin lightly, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Come now, darling, don't pout. You're the only woman for me," he places a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose, then cocks an eyebrow. "Now, do you want to keep talking about the vendor or would you like me to give you that massage?"

"Massage," you grumble, turning your back to him.

His laugh is hearty, and the sound reverberates throughout the bathroom. "Sweetheart, I only visit her to get supplies for you," He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your torso. "She's the only person in the hideout that sells the type of stuff you like." He trails kisses down your neck. "I promise I don't have eyes for the woman who sells us our toiletries."

You burst into a fit of giggles, with Clive's facial hair tickling your skin. "Alright, Alright. I believe you."

A few moments pass before you sheepishly ask, "Will you still give me that massage?" He presses one final kiss on your neck, smiling into your skin, before responding, "Of course, darling."

He reaches for the oil once more, pouring some into his hand before lathering the slippery substance between his fingers. "Can you lean forward for me? I can't reach your back at this angle." You nod as you maneuver your body forward a bit, resting on the edge of the tub.

"I’m going to touch you now, alright?"

Clive is gentle as he slides his oil-slick hands down the sides of your plush body, trailing them from your shoulders to your lower back. The light sheen of sweat and steam from the water helps his hands glide along. When he reaches your hips, he presses hard circles into your back with his thumbs, causing you to groan. He smirks to himself and continues putting pressure on the area until he decides to slide his hands back up your spine. He begins to massage your shoulders as well, his strong and calloused hands expertly working out the knots from pent-up stress. Clive continues to knead any tension built up in your aching body, moving down your neck, shoulders, and back.

"Oh yes," you gasp.

"Clive, you're so good."

He clears his throat. Smooth hands skim down your sides once more, softly grazing your breasts. His nails gently rake down your back, causing you to shudder.

"Clive," you whine, "you’re gonna get me all excited."

"That's the point, love, to make you feel good." He stops all movement of his hands, pulling you close to him once more. It’s at this moment that you feel something prod at your lower back.

"Clive-" you jerk forward, a bit surprised at his sudden arousal.

"Can you blame me, darling?" He murmurs into your ear.

"With all the sweet sounds you were making and the way you were saying my name," you feel his facial hair brush against your skin once more; it's prickly as he plants additional kisses onto your neck and shoulder.

"You know, Cid told me of another way to help alleviate cramps."

"Oh yeah?" You smirk, "And what’d he tell you?"

"I think it’s best to show instead of tell, my love."

"But first-" he heaves as he gets out of the tub, "let’s get you dried off." As the contents of the bath drain, Clive helps you to your feet. He grabs a few towels before saying, "I'm going to get everything ready."

"You stay here and dry yourself off, alright?" He gently cups your face with one hand before planting a sweet kiss on your forehead that gives you a warm feeling in your tummy.

You whistle at him as he turns to leave the room, admiring the sway of his hips and ass while he walks. A soft chuckle is heard as the door swings closed behind him.

You pat yourself dry with the towel to the best of your ability before stepping out to your shared bedroom. It's then that you see Clive perched on two towels that he laid upon your bed, legs spread wide while he strokes himself. His foreskin glides along his ruddy tip while he pleasures himself.

"I'm sorry, love."

"You got me all excited; I just couldn't help myself." He pants, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as he begins to work his cock even faster at the sight of you.

You're unsure of how, in all of Valisthea, Clive didn't find himself attractive. Everything about him was beautiful in your eyes—the scar that adorns his left cheek, the tinge of pink on his face when he's aroused, the flex of his biceps as he jerks himself off, his broad chest speckled with dark body hair, getting denser as it flows down his abdomen, culminating into a furry happy trail before diverging off again to his somewhat unruly pubes and pretty erect cock. The sight of him, especially when he's vulnerable like this, makes you drool.

You're snapped out of your thoughts as his voice picks up. "Enjoying the view?" he smirks. The look on his face comes across as a challenge, taunting as he eases his grip on his cock, letting you see the consequence of his arousal. His cock is wet and leaky as his pace slows, soft moans escaping his lips.

"Fuck," you murmur, biting your lip at the display. You saunter over to where he sits on the bed. "I always enjoy you, Clive."

A soft smile adorns his face as he pats the spot in front of him, "Come sit, darling, let me make you feel good."

All of a sudden, you're hit with a bout of hesitation. "Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask. "You won't think it's gross?" A small frown flashes across his features as he stills the movement on his weeping cock. He turns to face where you stand on the side of the bed, caressing your plush hip with his opposite hand. "Sweetheart, what good is a sword that never gets bloody, hm?" You’re about to protest when he cuts you off. "Before you start, I am aware of how cliché that sounded, but that doesn't mean I'm any less sincere. I love you. I care about you and your pleasure." He pauses to gauge your reaction, and seeing that you're still apprehensive, he continues. "I hate to see you in this type of pain. If this," he gestures between the two of you, "isn’t something you want, then we don’t have to go through with it, but rest assured, I’ve been fighting in battle for a long time. Some blood isn’t going to bother me, love. Especially not if it’s from you." His tough hand gives your hip a reassuring squeeze.

You ponder what he says for a moment before giving a tentative "Okay..."

"Yeah?" The pitch of his voice increases. "You want me to make you feel good?" He nuzzles his cheek against the soft skin of your stomach, his facial hair scratching against you.

"Mhm." You nod, carding your fingers through his shaggy hair. He pats the empty spot on the towel. "Good, now come sit, darling." You crawl onto the bed and sit in between his legs, your back facing him. You scoot backward until you're met with the familiar feeling of his cock against you.

"Can I touch you, sweetheart?" He asks. A soft "yes" is mumbled out in response. Clive's hands descend on your body once more, grazing his nails on the sides of your plush form. The sensation leaves goosebumps in their wake, followed by a small shiver. He gives an airy chuckle, then makes his presence known on the sensitive skin on your neck, leaving soft kisses on it before gently suckling on the skin.

"Clive-" you moan.

"Lean against me, love. I want to try something."

Following Clive's command, you rest against him, the soft hairs from his chest tickling your back.

"Spread your legs a bit, darling."

You spread your legs, albeit bashfully, and expose your warm heat to the cool air as Clive continues to litter your neck with kisses.

"Feeling alright so far?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good," he plants one final kiss on your neck before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing the vial of oil once more. After rubbing some into his hands, he skims the sides of your full figure, reaching up toward your tits.

"Is this okay?" He asks.

"Yes, Clive- please," you start to fidget in his hold.

"Okay, okay," he amusedly chuckles once more. Slowly but surely, he begins to fondle your tender breasts, massaging them with his warm, calloused hands and getting them slick with oil.

"Fuck," you moan, digging your nails into the meat of his hairy thighs.

"Yeah?" He goads, nuzzling his face into your neck and biting the skin playfully. Agile fingers work toward your pebbled nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and index finger. He continues squeezing the soft flesh; though your breasts are achy and sore, his touch feels so good at the same time.

"Can you lift your hips a bit for me?"

You do as he asks, gripping Clive's thick thighs to steady you. You lift your hips a few inches off the towel, allowing your back to fully rest against Clive's chest.

"That's a good girl," he murmurs into your ear.

A whine escapes you, and though you can't see his face, he smirks at the sound. Reaching toward his hard cock, he guides it to your wet slit and effectively starts rutting against it. The head catches on your puffy, neglected clit with every pass.

"Founder, oh fuck," your breath hitches, and you start rolling your hips in time with his languid thrusts against you, relishing in every bit of pleasure he lets you take from him.

Clive grunts "You’re so wet for me already, love." His cock is coated in a mixture of your blood and arousal.

He speaks against your neck, "Did a little heavy petting really get you this excited? Hm?"

Heat rushes to your face at his words, and a batch of warmth starts to grow in the pit of your belly. You can't find it in you to speak for fear of being unable to produce anything but pants and moans, so you nod aimlessly instead. He gives a soft exhale that sounds a lot like the beginnings of a laugh, clearly enjoying watching your head bobble up and down.

His efforts on your breasts don’t waver, choosing to juggle one in his hand while continuing his massage of the tissue.

"Please, Clive," you pant. "I need you so bad, need your cock, need you inside."

The rhythm of his hips slows. "A bit impatient today, aren't we, love?" He grins. "I need to make sure you’re prepped, that you’re good and ready to take me."

"Please, I wanna feel you so bad." Your whines increase in frequency. "I’m fine, I promise."

"Alright, darling, lay on your side; I’ll take care of you." You roll over onto your left side, supporting yourself on your elbow.

Clive gives a few quick pumps to his cock before lifting your right thigh and pushing it toward your chest. You notice some smeared, stray blood where he's gripping the meaty flesh of your leg.

"Clive, your hand—" you begin to speak. He looks down at his fingers, stained lightly with red. He nuzzles his face in your neck, his soothing words quell your worries. "I know, it’s alright. Just relax, okay?" He pauses. "We can clean up afterward. Right now, I just want to help you feel better." You don't know why, but the sight of both of you covered in your own blood arouses you. A thought to unpack for another day, you suppose.

He guides the tip of his cock to your entrance. "I’ll be as gentle as you need me to be; we’ll go at your pace, okay?" You nod in response.

With that, a squelch can be heard as he slowly pushes himself inside you, both of you groaning at the sensation of him filling you up. He stills his movements, giving you time to adjust to his size. "Just let me know when you want me to start moving, darling." He worms the arm not holding your thigh under and around your torso, pulling you right against his chest. His lips find their way to your shoulder, placing gentle kisses on your warm skin.

A few more minutes pass before you speak up, "You can start moving, Clive." You’re so full; his thick, heavy cock stretches you to the brim. He pulls out slowly, leaving only the tip inside you. Every heavenly inch of his cock drags along your walls.

"Fuck." You clench down on him, and he groans in return.

"So good," he exhales. "Your pussy’s so good for me." His thrust back into your heat is slow as you moan in unison again. "She's kind of greedy, though, isn't she? Sucking me in like she doesn't want me to leave," he teases, speaking right into your ear. You can’t help the wanton moan that escapes you as you rest your head against his shoulder.

"That’s it, Just focus on feeling good." He pulls out to the tip once more. "I’ll take care of everything else." His kisses on your shoulder resume as he maneuvers the hand holding your torso to grope at your tender breast.

"Eikons," you whine.

His pace picks up ever so slightly, but it keeps its gentleness, not wanting to hurt you. His hand alternates from fondling your breast to grasping at other parts of your supple flesh, pulling you as close to him as he can, as if he wants to live in your skin.

"I love your sweet cunt so much, baby," he groans. "So soft and warm, she always makes me feel so good." All that can be heard from you is soft mewls and pleas from the continued pleasure. The effect of his words on you is almost too much to bear. Almost.

"I love getting to take care of you like this, making you feel good."

You take the arm that’s wrapped around you and bring his fingers to your lips, kissing the tips of each one before sinking the middle and ring fingers into your mouth, sucking on them softly.

"You’re gonna kill me, love."

You drag your tongue along the slit of his two fingers, forcing them to part at the base, licking the space in between as you keep sucking. Clive groans at the sensation. "Fuck, sweetheart," he mumbles, pressing his digits down on your tongue, causing you to gag slightly. Your eyes brim with ears as he reaches further into your throat. "I'm not going to last if you keep this up, and we can’t have that now, can we?" Saliva dribbles down his fingers and onto the rest of his hand as he pulls his digits from between your lips. His slightly pruned, spit-soaked fingers move from your mouth to your neglected clit, rubbing it in soft slippery circles.

He readjusts his grip on your thigh; the blood from his fingers and beads of sweat from your leg cause him to slip. He pushes your thigh even further toward your chest allowing him to reach even deeper into your sensitive cunt. The stretch of your leg muscle causes you to whimper.

His pace increases even more but never becomes rough. Damp coarse hairs from his navel rub against you as his balls give a soft "tap tap tap" to your ass. An even more prominent wet squelching sound mixes in with yours and Clive's moans. The volume and frequency increase as he continues to make sweet love to your sopping pussy.

"You hear that, darling?" he smirks. "You hear the sound of your sweet cunt?" he heaves, panting as he thrusts into you faster and faster. "I think she's enjoying this."

You're reduced to a mess of whimpers and pleas, unable to form proper sentences as you beg him to give you that sweet release. "Please, Clive, please, please, please. Wanna cum."

"I’ve got you, sweetheart. Cum on my cock, make yourself feel good."

With the last of your strength, you turn to meet his eyes as you mumble, "K-kiss?" Your emotions are running wild, and the smile that Clive gives you in return almost brings you to tears. "Of course." He leans down, and you meet him in a sweet, sloppy kiss. "Come on, baby," he says as his fingers hasten the circles on your clit. You moan into his mouth as you cum, and he continues to kiss you through it, letting you ride your high.

Clive’s thrusts begin to get uneven and sloppy at the feeling of your release. The hand that was on your clit now finds purchase on your soft tummy, enjoying the soft, squishy feeling underneath his fingertips. "I love you so much, sweetheart, so much." His hand squeezes at the soft flesh of your belly as he hunches into you, leaning in for one more kiss before pulling out. He fists his cock eagerly to climax, the sight of his cock being covered in your blood arouses him to no end. "Fucking-" he groans while he cums, his warm seed coming out in spurts while it drips down your ass and thighs. "Fuck," he gasps.

It takes him a few minutes to catch his breath, enjoying the feeling of your body as he holds you close.

"Are you feeling any better?" He finally asks.

You turn to face him now, giving another sweet kiss to his lips. "Definitely," you respond.

"Good, I'm glad I could help," he pauses for a moment. "Stay right there." Clive gets up and leaves the room, returning with a warm, wet washcloth. He wipes the leftover blood from your body as well as the smears left on his hands before tending to the cum on your backside.

"Alright, here's my plan," he pulls you into a sitting position. "How about we get washed up for real this time, and I'll make you something warm for your tummy?"

"That sounds lovely, as long as I get to cuddle you too."

He grins as he helps you make your way to the bathroom once more. "Of course, sweetheart."

#clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield smut #period smut #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy smut #final fantasy xvi x reader #final fantasy xvi smut #final fantasy 16 x reader #final fantasy 16 smut #x reader #smut #chubby reader #chubby x reader #periods cw #✰ミ angel writes

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petitelepus · 4 months

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Okey so I really wanted to be first 😈

First of all, WELCOME BACK HIHIHI 🤭💓

Hope you doing well!

I am most excited about "Loner's unexpected journey" 17 but anyways

I was thinking.. maybe like, swap au??

(I am starving for demon Sanemi-)

But yeah, maybe like.. demon Sanemi and reader on her period LOL

Or if you're not comfortable with that, maybe some fluff with Sanemi (like, headcannons maybe) (or if you find the idea interesting you may do that for more characters you'd like!) Like, uhmmm, reaction to reader slipping on the snow in the winter and embarrasing herself

(bonus points if reader has skirt on 😈 HAHAHA)

Anyways why is my ask so random like wth 😭😭

But overall, don't feel pressured to write anything, take your sweet time~! 💓💓

AAAH, THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! I'm happy to be back and I hope I can make you guys happy!

WARNING: Oral Sex, SMUT, Period Sex, Period Oral, Female Reader, Demon Sanemi, Blood Drinking

Sanemi was a ruthless demon. Ruthless but still smart and stubborn as Hell. He was one of the nine strongest demons there ever existed and he had to act like one and listen to his Lord's orders. The white-haired demon didn't have many if any memories from his past as a human but he did keep one thing with him from his time before turning into a demon.

You.

You may have been lovers in one of your earlier lives, and Sanemi never forgot your face, or voice, no matter how many times you were reborn. He told you every time and in every life how the two of you used to be a couple, but he would do this only when you turned ripe for him to snatch.

You always reacted in different ways to him when he would kidnap you from your current life and take you to himself. In one life you fought against him and that had proven to be a short life for you. After that life, Sanemi had sworn to keep you alive and make you fall for him again and again.

This was one of those happy lives where you accepted him as he was, a man-eating demon with some temperament issues.

Sanemi had been out hunting for a couple of days and had left you alone in your little home in the middle of the forest where no one could find you and try to "save" you from the demon.

He was returning home, but he froze as soon as he stepped into the small garden that you diligently kept in good shape.

With his heightened demon senses, he could smell it, he could smell the blood in the air. It was extremely faint, but it was there.

Sanemi called your name as he rushed inside and you peeked your head from one room as you heard him come back home.

"Oh, you're back early!" You called as you put the basket full of clean laundry down, "How was-!"

"Are you hurt?!" He asked, making you flinch because of how loud he was, "Eh?"

"I can smell it…! I can smell the blood…!"

You blinked in confusion until you realized what he meant and you blushed as you closed your legs under your kimono.

"It's… It's my time of the month…" You admitted in embarrassment as you averted your gaze from your partner. Sanemi blinked. Despite being a demon even he forgot things as simple as periods.

Any wise man with some decency would have let the talk go and given you some time and privacy… But Sanemi wasn't a decent man but a ruthless demon.

He had just recently eaten a foolish Demon Slayer who thought that they could take him out on their own, but the scent of blood, your blood made him hungrier than he had ever felt before.

Sanemi moved quickly, grabbing you and carrying you to your shared bedroom where he lowered you on your bedding.

"Sanemi, what has gotten into you!?" You shouted, but your demon lover just growled like a wild animal.

"Shut the fuck up!" He snapped as he spread your legs open, the smell of blood intensifying. The strong demon smirked as he licked his lips, "Shit, you smell absolutely divine…!"

"Sanemi, I'm on my period, you can't go down on me!"

"Wanna bet?" He asked, and you realized that he was completely serious about what was to happen if you didn't turn him down.

…But did you really want to do that? You didn't know which one of you was worse, him for wanting to eat you out while you were on your period or you for getting excited by the idea?

"F- Fine, but only this one time!" You yielded and your partner smirked harder as he reached over and removed your linen cloth-covered underwear. He couldn't help but admire the dark red spot in your underwear before he threw them over his shoulder and pushed your kimono up until your bare sex was before his face.

The smell of blood was even stronger and he couldn't hold himself back any longer, no, he grabbed your hips, nails digging into your soft skin as he went down and gave your bloody sex a long hard lick.

"Sanemi…!" You whimpered, feeling extra sensitive due to your period and your meek little voice went straight to his head and pants.

The demon didn't hesitate as he buried his face against your sex, eating you out like you were one of his victims, but minding his teeth also. The last thing he wanted to do was to actually hurt you.

He had to try and remember that you were a meek little human and humans didn't heal like demons did. You wouldn't be able to grow a limb back like he could and you would get scars unlike him. All the scars you could see on him, he got them all as a human before he turned into a demon.

"Ah!" You gasped as his nose prodded your clit as he sucked your juices and blood. Sanemi moaned against you, taking his hand and inserting two of his fingers into your tight bloody sex and twisting them-!

"Sanemi!" You cried out as your hips bucked towards his face without your permission. You were so close, he could tell, the demon could read you like an open book and you were by far his favorite one.

"That's it…!" He growled as he kept twisting those fingers of his inside you, "Cum, cum on my mouth…!"

"I- I-!" The words got caught in your throat as the coil in your tummy snapped and pleasure washed through you. You were crying, you were that sensitive, but Sanemi didn't seem like he would stop eating you out anytime soon. No, you were sure he wouldn't stop eating you out unless you did something to it.

"Sanemi, please, no more!" You cried out as your hand went down and you twisted your fingers into his white hair, "Please!"

Oh how he loved to hear you beg, no matter what. Finally, the cruel demon decided to give you mercy and with one last lick, he pulled away. You blushed in shame at the bloody sight on his face, but he just licked his lips like he had a delicious meal just now.

"Which day are you on?" He asked suddenly, much to your confusion, "Huh?"

"How long you've had your periods now?" He clarified and you hummed as you tried to remember when they started, "Oh, uh, couple days now. Why?"

"Good. That means that I still have at least 3 days time to eat you out as I please."

You blinked, "You're kidding."

Sanemi smirked, "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

Oh fuck, he was serious.

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bwabys-scenarios · 4 months

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vampire kurapika thoughts? :D

Vampire Kurapika HCs SFW/NSFW

!!REBLOGS OPEN!!

warnings: period sex, creampie, breeding, pussy eating

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SFW

-he is very hesitant to bite you. if you tell him it’s okay, and that you even want it, me may nibble you. although he LOVES the taste of your blood, he gets anxious hurting you and feeding from you in a way that could potentially harm you if he takes too much. he prefers to feed from you in… other ways.

-he is COLD to the touch, so he has a bad habit of snuggling up to you and putting his hands under your shirt to get warm. vampires can only feel warmth when touching humans or consuming blood, so let’s just say he’s very touchy.

-he’s been alone for centuries, forcing himself into a life of solitude out of fear that he would be hunted down, or that he would hurt someone. so when you, the cutest human he’s ever seen wants to spend time with him, he gets clingy and FAST

-Kurapika is so clingy, following you around at night and watching over you. you end up changing your sleep schedule a bit so you can be up with him more often, since he rests during the day. he doesn’t sleep, but gets a bit lethargic and wouldn’t be in the mood for anything but cuddles. so if you want you want to do any sort of activity with him, it has to happen in the evening to the early morning when he’s awake and energized

-again, this man is clingy and he is TOUCH STARVED!! he wants constant attention and affection, even if he’s a bit shy asking for it. he’s been alone for so long, and he loves you so much! please give him all the snuggles and kisses he wants :(

-his protective and possessive tendencies border on yandere. you’re his treasure, his precious little angel, he won’t let anyone take you away from him.

-he has a few cat like behaviors. first, he purrs! it’s so cute, but don’t point it out or he’ll become self conscious. another thing he does is knead at any of your soft spots, like your tummy or thighs. anything that’s nice and soft and perfect for squishing! he also tends to curl up with your forehead warmth like a cat as well :3

NSFW

-This man… period sex… ugh…

-he was absolutely terrified at the thought of losing control and feeding on you, so when he smelled the delicious aroma of blood on you in the middle of the night he panicked. he tore off your clothes to find the wound and try to help you before his mind was taken over by his thirst… and found the source. your pretty pussy was drenched in blood. he wasn’t an idiot, he knew what a period was, and he was just awestruck at the lovely sight before him.

-safe to say he ate your pussy well into the night, giving you gently kitten licks and soft sucks to your clit. you woke up with the pain in your abdomen feeling slightly better, and your boyfriend looking up at you from your pussy adoringly. “so good… mmph…” he purred, his mouth and chin covered in blood.

-not only is he scared to drink from you, he was also scared to have sex with you. he sees you as an angel, a pure being, and having sec with a creature of the night such as him was an act of sin. it didn’t take long for him to sink his cock into you after you begging and whining for it, but he felt bad after :( he got over it, though, when he saw how cute you looked with that satisfied smile on your face

-he makes love, and is always putting your pleasure first. he can be a bit rough and forget his strength when he fucks into you for the first few times, but he’s never had sex, and all those centuries alone really wear down on a man :( he just wants you so bad, his vampire instincts telling him to stuff you full of his cum to make more little vampires

-all he wants is to make you happy. he adores you, and your face, fucked out and satisfied turns him on to no end. you just look so cute all full of his cum!

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simpforniallhoran · 6 months

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WHY ARE THERE NO VAMPIRE PERIOD SEX FANFICS

I need vampire period sex fanfics

#vampire x reader #period smut #please make vampire period sex fanfics

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normalmenace23 · 8 months

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Warnings!

Period, smut, dubious consent.

Slowly she walked around one HomeTree's roots, not trusting yourself to lift her legs. This morning she woke up to her period in her human body. No biggie, to deal with the problem, she took the extra wrapping of cloth that she hidden and went about her day to link with Jake.

But to her dismay, her Avatar body had a period TOO. Completely unprepared, she tried to find things to help her avatar. Not finding any cloth, she remembered when she stored her cargo shorts somewhere, and it took her a while to find them. Hiding in a tree, she was thankful she didn't throw away, and quickly found leaves to use to prevent soaking the shorts, and tried finding Tsu'tey, praying he won't be pissed at her.

"You are late!" Hissed the person she was thinking about, his glare making her want to cry. Especially since the cramps were starting. "Sorry Tsu'tey, it won't happen again!" She said quickly, hoping Tsu'tey won't pick her pained and nauseousness expression.

Of course, nothing goes her way. Tsu'tey faltered for a second, before snarling in her direction. "Why do you smell of mating cycle demon?!"

"Where did you get that conclusion?! "We don't have a heat cycle!"

Tsu'tey prowled up to her, and started sniffing her. "Hey, that is weird!" Before she can protest, he looked in her eyes.

"You in heat." He said so convinced.

"I'm not! "It's just I'm bleeding!" Tears were slowly forming in their eyes, and her throat was constricting.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

"There is no blood on you." His voice sounded a bit deeper.

"It's a demon thing, can we just drop it?" she asked, hoping. He didn't say anything, and he started to show her a path. Oh yeah, tracking today.

It has been a HOUR, and her cramps were starting to make her whimper in pain. She bit her bottom lip and started to taste the droplets of crimson.

The whole hour she felt the heated glare of Tsu'tey, and she didn't know why that made her so flushed.

Today hasn't been her day.

She was crouching, pretending she was studying a track, but in reality she didn't want to stand. Her lower parts made her hurt.

"You're in pain," Tsu'tey crouched in front of her, his face aligned in front of hers.

"Happens when you have a period." She bitterly said, wishing she wasn't born with a uterus.

"Period? "Is that your heat cycle?" He thought aloud, looking at her with subtle curiosity.

"No!" She said abruptly, causing Tsu'tey to widen his eyes.

"No, it's just that humans born with a uterus have their period when they don't get pregnant. "We shed our lining, causing us to bleed down "there."

She tried explaining in the easiest way possible, hoping it won't disgust him.

"I see, so your mate is not taking care of you properly?" He asked, his eyes angry.

"What-?"

"If your mate cared, he would try his best to make sure you don't bleed by getting you pregnant. "It's your heat cycle."

"I don't have a boyfriend, and second, I told you it's not a heat cycle!"

He wasn't getting it. Not at all!

"You can fool others, but not me." He lunged from his crouching position, knocking her down in the process.

He pinned her wrists above her, started sniffing her neck, and slowly started to move his head down her body, inhaling like he was a smoker.

"Your smell smells like a bitch in heat." She whimpered at his words and closed her eyes in shame. It was true, she was thinking about Tsu'tey ever since the heat cycle thing in the beginning.

He started to pull down her cargo shorts, and immediately she started to struggle.

"What about Neytiri!?" She started to babble excuses on why they shouldn't. he already has a chosen mate, they could get caught!

"It is an honor to help fellow Na'vi with their heat. "Heat is sensitive and a vulnerable time. "It is not mating, and considered bonding time."

A hitch in her throat.

He pulled down her cargo shorts, revealing the soaked red leaves.

"So you weren't kidding." He glanced down, pulling away the leaves, showing her blue pussy, contrasted from her red blood.

"I wasn't lying!" The tears started to form again.

"I will help you through this."

"You don't have to! "It's fine, honest!" She started to say, with a blush on her face.

"I want too."

She didn't know on how to respond to that.

He parted her sticky folds, and she eeped from the embarrassment. "There is a lot of blood, demon."

With one hand, he held two of her wrists, the other he pinned her leg away from the other.

Mortification erupted her entire body, being so exposed like this.

He started to nip her inner thigh, slowly leaving kisses down her leg, then started to lick her pussy.

The sensation was new, she never had sex during her period, nor had done anything sexual with her avatar body.

She moaned when his giant tongue teased her entrance. With a hitch of Tsu'tey's breath, he started to shove his entire face, almost smothering himself, into her pussy, trying to make his tongue deeper.

With a startled scream and moan, she started to grind on his face.

The cramps were forgotten.

"You taste divine," Tsu'tey brought up his face, blood covered on it. With direct eye contact, he started to lick off the blood around his face, and eventually his fangs.

She shivered at the sight.

"is your pain forgotten demon?"

"A little, thank you."

"Not good enough."

"Huh?"

"Let me take care of you. "Just take it."

#Na'vi smut #Tsu'tey x Avatar reader #Tsutey #navi x avatar #Period smut

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noahjustcried · 4 months

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Sagacious (Service Top!Reader x Sub!Emily Prentiss)

part two of the slightly cohesive Shrewd series.

Warnings: NSFW MDNI 18+, Not gonna lie this one is raunchy, angst, period sex (I didn't spare any details so... if it makes you uncomfy DO NOT READ) , emily snaps at reader, gets kinda fluffy, emily sheds tears, reader being an adorably understanding bean

You were basically brain dead at the moment. The only sound that could be heard was the rushing of your blood in your ears. The only thing you could see was Emily with a blank look on her face but piercing eyes that told you exactly how she felt.

Emily had been short today. Aggravated even. And you couldn’t put your finger on why. Her steps were heavier as her heels clicked around the precinct while she gave orders and built a profile. She’d even dressed differently. Usually she’d throw in some sort of bold color to her outfits: a red shirt, a blue blouse, a cream sweater. But not today. Today she had on that black turtleneck, and black slacks. She looked ominous.

You weren’t allowed much time to analyze before she was barking orders at you and rushing you to the M.E.’s. You confirmed her stiff attitude with Penelope on the way to the examiner’s.

She’d agreed Emily was acting pissy.

“You seem focused.” JJ muttered sarcastically when you got back to the precinct and immediately collided shoulders with some beat cop in the hallway.

“Like a laser.” You replied not even sparing her a glance as you passed by her.

The woman was harder to read than the Necronomicon when she wanted to be. And she hadn’t had an actual conversation with you in three days. You couldn’t reach her. Until you reached the hotel.

The brunette handed out everyone's key cards in the hotel lobby before making an excuse to take the next elevator claiming she’d forgotten her bag, though it was in your hand. You were standing away from the rest of the group glaring at a vending machine in the corner of the lobby and missed the interaction. Well you hadn’t missed it, you avoided it. And you weren’t glaring at the vending machine you were glaring through it at the reflection, Emily’s reflection.

“Y/L/N, are you gonna buy something or what?” Her voice had an edge to it, one you hadn’t earned.

You took a deep breath before replying. “I’m good," You turned on your heels and glared at her more directly. Your eyes scanned her figure then her face, “Are you?”

The older woman huffed dramatically, her shoulders falling and her hand came to rest against her forehead in what you could only assume was ever-building frustration. “I’m fine, here.” She stalked towards you, her footsteps still heavier than usual. She held out the card with the hotel’s logo printed on the front. You took the card between your index and middle finger.

“Emily...”

“Don’t start.” She interrupted before striding toward the elevator with you trailing after her.

“Em—“you tried again when the elevator started moving.

“For fucks sake, can you not!” She snaps. Her voice was pitched upwards and she was avoiding your gaze.

You cleared your throat before sucking your cheek between your teeth, chewing in thought.

“You’re frustrated.”

The woman trilled her lips, her palms came up to her face and she buried her face inside her hands. “I’m not frustrated, you just don’t seem to know how, or when to shut up.”

You raised your eyebrows, your lips were curling upwards. You could take her words personally but that wouldn’t benefit anyone right now. the doors slid open with a ding. You followed close behind her a few steps removed.

Your room was across from hers, perhaps just another way for her to keep an eye on you. she liked having you under her nose even if she didn’t claim you outwardly.

You watched her click her door open and without a second thought you handed her her bag before shoving her forward gently and basically forcing yourself into her hotel room. The door clicked shut behind you.

She had already opened her mouth to curse, yell, scream? You weren’t sure because the words never made it out of her mouth because you slapped your hand over it. When she brought her hands up to slap you away you nabbed her wrist continuing to back her up until she was in the center of the room, the bed a foot or two behind her.

You gestured for her to be quiet then dropped your hand from her pink lips. Your voice was soft yet assertive as you spoke. you stripped your jacket off your shoulders. “You are frustrated..or stressed. I don’t know you suck at communicating but the point is you are not fine. You have been bitchy, and combative all day if it isn’t one thing it’s another.”

“Bitchy?” Emily challenged. You could tell her repetition of the word was not due to a lack of clarity, it was a challenge, or mercy. A chance to take it back. You wouldn’t.

You bent down and ripped your loafers off your feet before shedding your overshirt, leaving you in a pair of patterned slacks, black socks and a black tank top. “Bitchy.” You reiterated. “And it got me thinking..."

"...Three days of silent treatment; I was left with nothing but time to ponder.” You grumbled, gathering the top layer of your hair and tying it behind your head.

“It didn’t click until I saw you getting all watery eyed on the elevator.” Emily was lost for words as she watched you fall to your knees in front of her. She knew what you were planning to do, and she couldn’t let you proceed. So, when your long fingers met her belt buckle she stopped you.

“I can’t.” She cracked. “I’m uh—” you waved her off.

“On your cycle? I know.” You nodded firmly your eyes meeting hers with nothing but lust, determination, and something much softer. “Let me take care of you.” You purred, pulling her belt free from the buckle and working on the button and zipper.

“Y/N,” she whimpered. Literally whimpered. “I’m bleeding, that’s unsanitary at the very least.”

“Emily.” you reassured. “I don’t care.” You tugged her pants down to her thighs then past her knees. “But if you say no we can stop right now and just go to sleep, or if you actually want to be alone I’ll leave right now just tell me what you need so I can help. Her eyes had begun to water again her lips pursed together as her hand came up to your cheek.

“You don’t have to do this, baby.” She whispered, sniffling immediately after.

“I want to. More than anything in the world. I want you, all of you everyday of the month, blood isn’t gonna get in the way of that, not for me.”

You watched her carefully scanning her tear stained face for the first time in days you saw that light in her eyes again. She nodded at you and you grinned a Cheshire grin.

You started with her shoes this time tugging them from her feet then doing the same to her pants and turtleneck she was near bare. Left in a navy blue bra and cotton panties to match.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” You muttered guiding her the last foot until her knees met the comforter and she took a seat.

You placed a kiss on each thigh. Before you reached for the waistband of her panties. She stopped you.

“I want them on.”

“Okay.” You smiled softly and instead of going with your original plan you placed a hand over her diaphragm and applied pressure ushering her into lying down.

“Just try to relax, darling.” You drawled letting your hand caress over her tummy. Rubbing against it as your other hand teased between her thighs which she had clamped shut. You sighed some frustration of your own trying to boil its way to the surface.

You brought your hand to her right bosom and gave a soft squeeze that left her knees trembling.

“Sensitive?” You inquired, slipping your fingers below the material and groping at the flesh again

This time you could feel her pebbled nipple scraping your palm. You ran a thumb over it, which sent a shiver down the older woman’s spine and made her clamped thighs fall apart slightly.

When you looked up at her face she was already looking down at you with her lip tucked between her teeth as she nodded in response.

You purred, dragging your hand further up her thigh with an open palm. Your left hand came to rest over her cotton covered mound, a curious thumb softly ghosting over her puffy labia. Your right thumb did something similar to her nipple.

A high hum vibrated from the older woman’s throat, a moan muffled by her bitten lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Emily.” You purred as you pinched her nipple gently. Sensitivity was fun, until it wasn’t and you didn’t want to hurt her, not in any way she wouldn’t enjoy, though it was entirely too soon.

You felt her cunt throb against your teasing thumb and smirked pushing her panties aside and parting her lips with two fingers. You smiled at the little string hanging from her entrance and leaned in experimentally. You inhaled, her sweet scent enveloped your nose. You placed a small kiss on her pink button and felt her thighs twitch.

“Emily?” You called. Voice barely above a whisper. Her head popped up from where she had relaxed it on the mattress. “Why don’t you go in the restroom and take this out for me, darling.”

You suggested softly while giving the string a minute tug. She looked as if she wanted to argue or maybe she didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t care.

She cleared her throat and sat up despite her reservations, which had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact she was overthinking. “I don’t know if—”

Your eyes darted to the wall behind her head. You felt it was time to reiterate your point. “Go in the restroom and take the tampon out so I can devour you the way you deserve, please.”

Emily’s eyebrows raised while you quirked your head daring her to challenge you. You sighed after another thirty seconds of staring. “Okay, you know what.”

With that you rose on your knees to kiss her lips, your thumb making circles against her clit, causing her to moan into the kiss as you worked her up. Your lips slid from hers to her cheek then her jaw, you nipped at her ear lobe and felt her clit pulse, so you did it again and again until she wouldn’t stop pulsing against you. Her hands placed on the mattress propping her up as you worked her over with just your thumb and her swollen bundle of nerves until she was trembling at the touch.

“Three,” you whispered, brushing her clit faster. “Two,” she moaned out into the open air as you added more pressure, her eyes squeezed shut and her arms trembling under her weight. All while your pointer finger was wrapping itself in the string dangling from her entrance.

She was close. You could tell because her arms were faltering, about to give out any second and her legs kept trying to clamp shut around your torso, though you wouldn’t let her.

You watched her arms give out and her back arch, soon after her heels were digging into your back to pull you closer.

“Please.” She whimpered out.

“One.” You breathed and tugged the string until the bloody cloth was free and her legs clamped around you as your ministrations on her clit pushed her over the edge.

“Oh! Fuck!” She cried. You tossed the tampon in the nearest bin from where you were sitting and you grinned leaning forward to finally indulge.

Your tongue dipped into her entrance hungrily. The metallic taste not deterring you in the slightest. In fact, with the way you were slurping and sucking at her labia and entrance Emily was fairly convinced the taste was spurring you on, though she was more focused on the pleasure your tongue was bringing to her, and here she thought your fingers were amazing. Which , they are but this, this was something else and it was driving her crazy.

She hadn’t stopped cumming and her juices as well as your saliva were smeared across your face and beginning to drip past your jaw.

“You taste so good, baby.” You pulled away but only to use your fingers to spread her puffy pink folds apart.

“Holy Fuck!” She expelled before tumbling into another fit of moans as you sucked at her clit and flicked it with your skilled tongue rapidly. Her own hands came up to squeeze at her heaving breasts. You had to close your eyes or you’d have another accident like last time.

One of her hands tugged at your hair and ripped you away from her folds much to soon and Emily almost came again at the sight of you, your perfect hair messy and flowing between her fingers, your flexed jaw, and hungry tongue lapping up her blood and arousal that was smeared on your lips, your hands flexing on her thighs, and your dark eyes glassy and hazy mind only on one thing: her pussy.

The way you were eating her made her think you forgot that the organ was attached to an actual person.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” She whispered dragging you atop herself and leaning up to kiss your swollen, blood stained lips.

“Thanks, mami.” You breathed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand ungraciously.

“Better now?”

A smirk slid across her cheeks as she chuckled. “Much.”

“Good.” Your hoarse voice breathed out resting your head on her milky thighs like the perfect forbidden pillow.

"You have to learn to let me take care of you. You can push me away as long and as far as you want, I will always be here to take care of you."

"Always?" came her broken whisper her eyes watering again as she brings her slender fingers to stroke through your hair and massage your scalp delightfully.

"As long as you'll have me. Until the day you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you want nothing to do with me. I'll be yours." You mumble confidently, planting an affectionate kiss on her thigh reveling in the feeling of her fingers stroking your scalp.

Her other hand comes up to her own face and swipes away the stray tears sliding down her cheeks as her heart flutters. "Okay." She replies softly pulling the covers up to cover the both of you your head under the blanket as you drift off to sleep with her fingers still stroking your hair as you rest on her thigh.

#noahjustcried #emily prentiss smut #bottom!emily #bottom!emily prentiss #top!reader #sub!emily prentiss #sub!emily #dom!reader #period smut #period sex

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Kinktober Day Thirteen: Menophilia - Jeongin/Jisung

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

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

Blood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, you can,” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

“What, unnie?” she asked teasingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jisu whined and averted her gaze. “ Jeongin. ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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