#it’s a period sex fic

[pretendfan]

{{{Time of the Month}}}

WARNING 18+ ONLY {minors DNI}

(A/N OK, so I wrote this for when I’m feeling horny/ on my period future me will thank me a LOT🤣 so I started writing and it escalated, it’s cute, funny and has a steamy helping of smut (period sex🩸) to finish! Can’t decide what Adrian gif to use, we all know how HOT he is in this scene💦)

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x F! Reader

(Summary)

The arrival of your period has you in a very bad mood to say the least, that is until your amazing boyfriend Adrian knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.

{it’s a period sex fic}

(Words)

5k+

(Warnings)

Period sex, oral sex (female receiving), Vaginal fingering, mentions of periods and cramps, bad jokes, Adrian chase gets it done, reader knows Adrian is Vij, established relationship cuteness…WARNING 18+ ONLY {minors DNI}

“I’ve had the time of my life..”

Having seen this film countless times whilst being fully aware of the problematic story line you couldn’t help but happy cry every single time that Johnny saved Baby from the fate of her being put in the corner.

Grabbing a tissue you wipe the tears away from your eyes which were probably bloodshot but you didn’t care because you were sulking.

Today was the first day of your period and you needed sugary sweets followed by any film you knew that made you cry, wallowing in your own self pity whilst taking painkillers for the cramps which were currently trying to rip you apart.

You knew your boyfriend Adrian was finishing work soon so you would have to call time on rewatching Dirty Dancing on repeat in favour of hiding in your bedroom or in the bath until your mood improved.

Of course you loved Adrian, every single little thing about him you adored but with the mood you were currently in you needed to be alone even though he wouldn’t understand that.

You suffered with heavy cramping that felt like someone was slicing you from the inside, which did nothing to help your headache or the inane urgency to either bite someone’s head off or burst into tears almost at will.

Once the credits rolled on the film you instinctively grabbed the remote and put it back to the beginning, one more time wouldn’t hurt, it was cathartic.

Pulling your hood over your head you try to hide under it as you hug yourself to your knees focusing instead on the opening of the film, then remembering how deeply annoying Baby’s older sister was in this, to finally recognising the mom from somewhere but you couldn’t figure out what show it was from.

You are pulled away from your thoughts when you hear keys in the front door, then seconds later Adrian appears in his Fennel Fields uniform with a brown paper grocery bag under his right arm.

“Ugh, Dirty Dancing?” Scoffs Adrian with a scrunch of his nose aimed in your direction.

“I’m allowed to like this movie-“

“Yeah, but there are so many better films, actually anything is better than this!” Adrian cuts you off with a chuckle as he pulls his work hat from his head, closely followed by the beige apron chucking them both onto the kitchen counter.

“Why do we have to have this argument-“

“It’s a discussion not an argument.” Adrian states watching you carefully as he then asks in a softer tone “So, if you’re sitting there crying over this film for the millionth time am I right in thinking that your period is here?”

“I don’t want to talk about it you don’t understand-“

“Hey! Don’t shut me out.” Adrian tells you walking away from the kitchen counter to bend down on his knees in front of you whilst you try to avoid his green eyes.

“Yes, I am on my period, I’m a mess, been literally sitting here all afternoon-“ You trail off realising suddenly how pathetic you sounded right now.

“Let me look after you.” Adrian states taking one of your hands in his rubbing his thumb in circles against your fingers, it was very distracting.

“I can look after myself.“ You remind him dutifully.

“I know you can!” Adrian cheers with a smile then states “ Baby you are amazing but when you’re feeling low I’m here for you, hell I’m here for you all time but right now in this moment. I want to be here doing all I can to make you happy.”

“I know, thank you.” You tell Adrian with a smile leaning forward to give him a kiss which he happily accepts.

“Let me run you a bubble bath!” Adrian announces, moving his lips from yours as he states this idea with a smile.

“Ok, sure.” You nod not wanting to say no to Adrian when he was trying so hard to think of you and anticipate your needs, it was something you weren't used to courtesy of previous boyfriends but right this second you welcomed it.

Perhaps a soak in the tub would help your mood and the warm water would definitely help your cramps which were relentless right now.

Heading to the bedroom that you shared with Adrian you pull out some pjs from your drawer and grabbing some new underwear you follow the noise of water running in your bathroom, thinking this would be bliss, some more time to collect your thoughts before spending the evening with Adrian.

But when you step into the bathroom you are surprised to see that Adrian has stripped out of his uniform and was standing there in grey fitted boxers, complete with a smile on his face.

“I’m in desperate need of a bath so I thought we could share one, and of course, I would wash your hair and administer cuddles when needed.” Adrian grins like that was the best idea ever, it did sound pretty good but you also wanted to be left alone.

“I kind of wanted-“

“Please let me stay with you!” Adrian cuts you off pleadingly whilst pulling that puppy dog face you knew that you could not resist, he was fully aware of this fact too.

“Ok, fine!” You state with a roll of your eyes that Adrian doesn’t see, he is too busy doing an impromptu happy dance, bouncing on his feet then quickly dropping his boxers, he kicks them off, stepping into the bath. He sits down happily, covering himself in bubbles as he grins back at you.

Your eyes glance over at Adrian who is smiling at you with his boyish grin because he clearly just noticed you checking him out, but could anyone blame you when he looked like that.

Adrian was deceptively tall and slim but underneath his clothes he was all toned muscles and those damn lines below his hips that always invited you to look at them then glance down, it was always torture.

Adrian liked to hit the gym nearby the apartment; this only occurred when he wasn’t working at the restaurant or out late at night serving his own form of justice as Vigilante.

You knew the cute guy in your tub was a killer but he just killed criminals, usually, and as long as he always came home to you then you were almost at peace with what he did.

Spending the littlest amount of time thinking it over, you knew Adrian was Vigilante and that was that, you could never change his mind to stop what he did, it was a part of him.

“You need less clothes to get in the bath, silly.” Adrian informs you bringing you back into the bathroom and finally away from your straying thoughts as ,with a shake of your head, you start to strip.

“Ha ha, super funny Adrian.” You tell him in a deadpan voice which makes him smirk back at you, his green eyes watching you as you pull down your old shorts that you probably looked ridiculous in but during the time of the month were your best friend.

“You’re so hot you're steaming my glasses up!” Adrian laughs as you take off your hoodie and tee shirt underneath to catch the cute smile appearing on his face as he takes off his glasses and places them on the side of the bath.

But you tell Adrian to turn around as you lose your period underwear (no pads or cups needed, what a time to be alive!) and even though you hear him grumble he does as he is told, then seconds later you step into the bath standing between your boyfriend’s legs.

Adrian dutifully moves so his back is now against the bath and you quickly sit down between his legs not too close that you were flush against his back, even though you kind of wished you were.

Dammit, being this close to a naked Adrian and of course on your period, you suddenly felt your pussy muscles throb which was good for your cramps just not your mood which takes an inevitable turn for the sexy.

Being horny on your period was both equal parts frustrating and fun but you also had to be feeling good to participate so one clearly negated the other, it was a bitch to say the least (fuck you Mother Nature!)

Right now you felt bloated, sore and of course horny as hell thanks to being near Adrian who was all lean muscles and cheeky smiles, especially when he had noticed you checking him out earlier.

Feeling Adrian’s warm and wet skin slide against yours as your legs brush against each other it makes you move your ass to get comfortable, which in turn makes Adrian groan, you bite your bottom lip in response from hearing the delightful noise.

“If you keep doing that we might have a problem.” Adrian chuckles as you shake your head but stop when you hear him say “But right now the focus is on you and I’m here, all night long.”

Adrian is true to his word as he washes your hair awkwardly with the shower head but it makes the both of you giggle, you completely forget about feeling shitty even if just for a few minutes.

Next Adrian watches as you wash yourself, noticing him leaning back from you even though his eyes are focused on your soft breasts covered in soapy bubbles.

“Your turn.” You twist around moving your knees up towards Adrian’s chest grabbing the cloth to clean him with but he takes your wrist in his hand pulling you closer as he deepens a kiss into your surprised lips, which once they get the memo seconds later, respond in kind.

Placing a kiss on the seam of your lips Adrian starts to send wet kisses down your neck, which feels really good as your pussy starts to flutter at the idea of this going further, causing a soft hint of a sigh to escape your mouth.

Instinctively you place a hand round the back of Adrian’s neck pulling him closer as he accepts this but when his head dips lower to kiss the top of your breasts  you have to push him away before it gets too much.

“I can’t-“

“We can stop!” Adrian states wrapping his arms around your middle as you turn round to face the taps again, despite your body crying out for more attention suddenly, because that kiss had sparked a flame right to your core leaving you with a thundering dull ache between your legs.

Adrian continues to cuddle you whilst you imagine his hands all over your body, suddenly consumed by the idea of him fucking you senseless, which was a specialty of his because the boy liked to fuck.

But period sex had never come up between you, Adrian usually approached with caution when it was that time of the month, respecting your boundaries and need to eat all of the cookies in the plastic tray, even though you always felt kinda sick afterwards

“Tell me what you're thinking about?” Adrian asks, hugging you tighter around your middle as he leans his firm chest into your back which makes you lick your bottom lip, but telling yourself to get a grip you decide to stand up in the bath instead.

“Or we can get out?” Adrian questions making you look back after literally jumping out of the tub to grab a towel, seeing the hurt look briefly pass across your boyfriends face which makes you feel awful.

“Here.” You hand Adrian a fresh towel from the cupboard under the sink which he accepts but a slow smile spreads across his face when he spots you checking him out, again.

His thick semi hard dick was just begging to be sucked, the very thought making your pussy clench around nothing so you look away before you did something stupid, what if Adrian wasn’t into period sex?

Considering the other things you have done as a couple you smile at that idea plus the fact Adrian was obviously used to blood so it wasn’t that far out there, just you knew from past history that some dudes were grossed out by it.

Adrian silently leaves the bathroom which was very unlike him to be quiet for that long. You just hoped that you hadn’t put him in a bad mood.

Quickly getting dressed into your most comfortable PJ’s which didn’t really excite the imagination, you start to feel conflicted suddenly thanks to being turned on after the bath, but you were also upset at the idea of annoying Adrian.

Hearing the TV on in the bedroom you walk in to see Adrian sitting on the edge of his bed studying something on his phone, he looks sheepishly when he spots you watching him.

“I thought we could watch a movie?” Adrian asks with a quick smile appearing on his face as he adds “But Dirty dancing isn’t allowed.”

“Ok.” You smirk back pretending to look sad which makes Adrian roll his eyes back towards the ceiling.

Not actually wanting to be left alone anymore despite desperately wanting that earlier you quickly dry your hair whilst Adrian looks from the TV, back to you, then back at his phone.

Choosing a mindless comedy to switch your brains off to and styling your medium length hair into a messy bun on top off your head, you finally join Adrian on the bed getting comfortable as you snuggle into your pillow.

As soon as the film starts Adrian begins talking over it, either quoting the scene perfectly or telling you who the actor on screen was even though you hadn’t asked him any questions.

Feeling an impending cramp attack you try to hide your discomfort but when Adrian looks up and spots the face you're pulling he puts his phone down and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Are you ok?” Adrian asks with concern in his voice which makes you both melt and feel turned on at the same time, what was wrong with you? Oh yeah, fucking period causing your hormones to rebel at the worse possible time.

You just nod and give up on moving away from Adrian’s body; you lean into him instead and he welcomes his other arm into the cuddle as he embraces you, smelling of fresh soap and his favourite deodorant on his skin as you place a hand on his thigh causing his muscles there to flex.

“I need words you know, baby.” Adrian states as you look away from the TV and he asks “Did the bath help at all?”

You laugh at this question then, noticing the confused look pass across Adrian’s face, you quickly add truthfully “ I think it has made things worse.”

“Really!?” Adrian cries out affronted by the idea which makes you smile at him whilst he looks a little put out.

“I will be ok-“

“Do you still have any cramps?” Adrian cuts you off with a question suddenly, eyes looking directly at you as if he was eager for your response.

“Yes they haven’t disappeared.” You nod in the affirmative still clenching around nothing as the pressure from the period had lit up all your nerve endings making you feel like you wanted to sit on Adrian’s lap and order him to fuck you.

“Well I’ve just read online that orgasms can help relieve cramps.” Adrian elaborates confidently with a nod in your direction.

“No shit!” You joke back with a laugh but stop when you see the eager look on Adrian’s face

“I mean,I could help you with that I would-“

“It would be too messy.” You cut off Adrian then add with a sly grin in his direction  “I usually just spend a few more extra minutes in the shower than normal to help myself out.”

“Damn, that’s hot.” Adrian nods with a wide smile but then states “ But isn’t sex supposed to be messy and you kind of drove me insane back there in the bath, and like I said earlier I am here to please you, in any way.”

“Any way at all?” You ask Adrian in a teasing voice leaning your face up towards him which makes his lip curl up into a smile, dimples framing his cheeks in the process, making you internally swoon at how pretty he was.

“Just let me know what you need.” Adrian replies feeling his warm breath as he rubs his nose against yours whilst inching his soft lips closer but he pulls back before you can meet him halfway.

“I need you to stop teasing me.“ You practically growl at him which makes his face light up with a smile that blinds you temporarily, until you finally add “Just use your hands and mouth to make me come hard.”

“As you wish.” Adrian quotes from your second favourite film of all time (The Princess Bride) which makes you grin as you lean forward aiming a heavy kiss right into his soft lips causing him to groan in response.

Placing a hand on Adrian’s chest you continue to make out with him whilst wrapped in his arms, feeling like there was no better place in the world than right here, but you were still feeling horny and this was just making the dull ache more painful.

Moving your hand up Adrian’s firm chest which felt smooth and delicious you slide your fingers around the back of his neck pulling him closer to you intensifying the kiss as your tongues press together and your grip on his neck gets firmer.

“Are you sure about this-“

“Yes! Just put your hands on me.” You tell Adrian who on cue snakes his hands around your waist as he moves you with ease into his lap your thighs straddling his which usually you loved but right now you felt a little cautious.

“You good?” Adrian asks, catching the look on your face as he moved his back further against the bed frame causing the bulge in his boxers to brush temptingly against your thigh.

“We haven’t done this before on my period and like I said it might get messy.” You tell him with a nod followed by an embarrassed smile.

“Do you really think I give a fuck about that?” Adrian asks in frustration, stating “ As long as you’re comfortable about this, I want to make you feel good, like you said with me using my hands and mouth.”

“I need this so bad-“

“Ok, so let’s make a fucking mess then!” Adrian cheers which makes you laugh but you stop when he moves you off him heading out of the bedroom.

Moments later he returns with dark burgundy towels which were both old and perfect as he grins back then says “Placing these on the bed because it’s time to please my girl.”

Smiling you kick the covers off the bed then watch as Adrian places down the two large towels then placing a hand on your lower back he moves you closer towards him noticing that cheeky glint in his eye that makes you grin back excitedly at him.

“So, where were we?” Adrian asks with a smirk but before you can reply he has moved above you, as you sink your back onto the bed, head on the pillows as your boyfriend looks down hungrily at you.

Seconds later he is kissing you again but then starts tracing his lips down your neck, down your front until he meets your tank top and grabbing onto the bottom he pulls it up as you help remove it over your head.

Adrian glances down at you with large eyes, pupils blown already as he dips his head placing his warm mouth over your soft breast sliding his tongue down to meet your pebbled nipple, the sensation against your skin making you shudder in anticipation.

“Does that feel good?” Adrian asks with a lazy smile whilst all you can do is nod, already lost in the moment, watching as he removes his glasses placing them on the small bedside table.

Adrian carries on teasing you with his mouth going far too slowly you wanted it faster as you tell him “Stop teasing me, normally I like that but right now I need-“

Adrian makes you forget what you were about to say as he grabs one of your breasts into his hand squeezing firm, but sure, that was exactly what you needed right now despite feeling sore you just wanted to be railed by him.

“You smell so good.” Adrian informs you moving back a little as he starts chasing hot kisses down to your stomach leading towards your shorts, his hands letting go of your breasts ghost over your skin as they reach their destination, your hips.  

Lifting your ass up in the air Adrian takes the hint as he starts to slowly move the shorts down grabbing hold of your underwear also, and soon both are off and quickly chucked down beside the bed.

Noticing the intense way Adrian is looking at you, you go to close your legs but he stops you placing two hands roughly on the top of your thighs saying “You are gorgeous.” Over and over which has the desired effect of relaxing you back into the moment.

Flattening one of his hands on your stomach  Adrian strokes his palm downwards until his thumb brushes ever so gently against your clit which sends a jolt through your body making him hitch a breath as you buck under his hand.

“Wow, someone’s sensitive did that feel good?” Adrian chuckles as you nod dumbly, arching your back whilst pushing your hips out showing him what you needed.

“More, I need more!” You demand with a sigh which turns into a gasp when you feel two fingers push your wet folds apart and he sinks them all the way inside, making your pussy wall clench hard around them.

“Fuck, I felt that!” Adrian groans which you mirror instantly when you feel his long fingers start pumping you and the feeling that this could be embarrassing evaporates because lust was clearly winning overall here.

“Don’t stop!” You tell Adrian, sounding out of breath as you close your eyes feeling the dull ache between your legs spread out into a warm heat that makes you smile to yourself.

“I want to suck on your clit so bad right now, let me eat you out please!” Adrian whines making you gasp as he abruptly stops fucking you with his fingers.

“Adrian you will get covered-“

Words escape you as you watch Adrian place his bloodied fingers into his mouth sucking hard as he licks them clean this makes your mouth fall open because it was so fucking sexy.

With a smug grin plastered on Adrian’s face he lowers his head placing a delicate kiss above your clit which makes you shiver, but seconds later he hits the right spot lapping his tongue across the bundle of nerves which makes you cry out in pleasure.

Placing both your hands on the back of his head you feel Adrian hold down your thighs when you realise you were wriggling about from the delicious sensation of his mouth over your pussy.

Swiftly gliding his tongue deeper inside you with every lick making you call out his name, when he hits a particular sweet spot that sees you careening over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out practically shaking as Adrian grips your thighs, keeping you in your place as he continues to lick your core whilst your orgasm crests and you feel weightless, the cramps turning pleasurable as you feel your muscles flutter then eventually still.

“Was that good?” Adrian asks, looking up, making your eyes widen as you look past the confident smirk and focus on the blood smeared across his face instead.

“You look like the joker.” You blurt out with a laugh making Adrian roll his eyes, used to your bad jokes as he grabs at one of the towels to clean his face as you hand him a wet wipe from your bedside table.

“Did you know the Joker is like legit in love with Batman?” Adrian begins whilst your still coming down from your high and he continues talking “He makes people he fucks dress up like him, you know, costume and all, he even plans to get caught every time he commits some heinous crime just in the hope Batman can punish him, with his dick.”

“Where the hell did you hear that?” You ask pulling yourself up into your elbows rewarding Adrian with a disbelieving look, the pair of you did have some weird conversations sometimes.

“It’s true! I heard it from Peacemaker.” Adrian informs you confidently whilst you just shake her head with a smile, clearly it was a lie then.

Noticing Adrian readjusting himself in his boxers you clearly spot the tent he was pitching so you pull yourself up into a sitting position hand dipping below his waistband to grab his cock firmly.

“Ah! That feels so good!” Adrian groans as he dips his head watching your hand pull him free from his boxers snapping his hips towards you so you begin to jerk him off slowly.

Moving your head forward you go to wrap your mouth around his dick but Adrian leans back and in a frustrated voice stutters “ I-I want to fuck you.”

“I thought you’d never ask!” You smile back at Adrian who grins as he shoves down his boxers throwing them behind his head, landing somewhere in the bedroom then he leaps back onto the bed landing beside you with a chuckle.

Placing a hand on your hip Adrian twists you round so you are laying on your front, lifting your knees up so you are on all fours as you feel the tip of his cock pressing gently against your soaked cunt, even your thighs feel drenched at this point.

“Stop teasing-“ You don’t finish that sentence because Adrian pushes himself deep inside you completely filling you up as he bottoms out  and you cry out in glorious surprise.

Gripping firmly onto your hips Adrian’s fingertips sink into your soft skin leaving marks you were sure to feel tomorrow morning as he fucked you at a punishing pace.

Dipping forward he laid draped across your back as he kissed the side of your neck then moving his mouth closer to your ear he said in a deep voice “ Play with your clit, tease your sweet pussy for me baby.”

You loved it when Adrian talked dirty and he knew that fact of course, playing on it as you move your right hand closer to your soaked pussy, shuddering as you ghost the pad of your thumb over your sensitive clit.

“How does that feel?” Adrian ask but before you can tell him he adds “Do you think about me fucking you like this when you’re alone in the shower, fingering your pussy whilst you imagine it being my talented cock.”

“Yes! I think of you licking my pussy and your thick cock, let me come on your cock please!” You beg out with a gasping breath that makes Adrian groan deeply as his thrusts start to lose momentum, he is starting to get strung out.

Wanting to catch up you start adding pressure to your clit as you rub two fingers around your nub in maddening circles which makes Adrian hitch his breath as he starts to fuck you hard again that relentless rhythm meaning that pretty soon you would be met with either your orgasm or demise, you couldn’t decide which yet.

“You're gonna make me come!” You yell as seconds later your wish comes true as you feel your pussy muscles clench hard around Adrian’s cock, as they start to flutter and spasm leading to him crying out as he finishes inside you, cursing under his breath as you stop  moving your hand, laying your head down onto the burgundy towel on the bed.

“Wow! That was so good.” Adrian sighs happily as he pulls out of you and you anticipate his next words, or him actually screaming because he was covered in blood but instead there is silence.

“You ok there?” Adrian ask affectionately, patting your bare ass making you turn round to face him widening your eyes as you see him.

“I’m ok, but look at-“

“What? It’s just blood.” Adrian shrugs edging off the bed he grabs at one of the towels with a smirk on his face as he looks at you and says  “Maybe we should have saved the bath till afterwards.”

“We can do that next time.” You smile shyly making Adrian chuckle back as he wraps the burgundy towel around his middle letting it hang low, showing off his abs and the lines below his hips that drove you wild, it truly was a sight to behold.

“So how are you feeling now?” Adrian asks you carefully, picking up his glasses from the bedside table and placing them carefully over his ears whilst readjusting them on his face.

“Tired but very satisfied.” You state with a grin which makes a faint blush appear on Adrian’s face.

“Good.” Begins Adrian with that smug look on his face as he asks “So, you don’t want to hop in the shower with me to clean up?”

Covering the other towel around your lower half you place some between your legs looking back up at Adrian you add “Ok, but only if I can show you what I get up to during those few extra minutes in the shower.”

“I can watch!?” Adrian asks in awe, making you roll your eyes but smile regardless at the excited look on your boyfriend's face.

“I might even have you help, you did say you would help me all night.” You tell him in a flirty voice which makes him chuckle back as you both walk to the bathroom holding hands.

“As you wish.” Adrian nods dipping down to kiss the top of your hand that you use to cup his face bringing him closer towards your lips once more feeling completely happy.

It was bliss, mood, what bad mood? You felt high on serotonin and crazy in love looking up at Adrian as he moved away to turn on the shower.

You felt safe, content and loved. There was no better feeling and you had Adrian to thank for being the world's best boyfriend, you needed to get him a medal with that written on immediately.

Someone needed to bottle up the essence of Adrian and sell it, he was amazing and all yours, sure he was a little fucked up but weren’t we all?

You had been put on this earth to protect Adrian at all costs and you were ready to face anything and everything with the guy in front of you.

“Come in! The water’s just right.” Adrian winks at you holding out a hand which you take, your mouth colliding with his as he pulls you tightly against his body, a hint of a smile teasing over your lips as his hands cling onto your waist.

Adrian was all yours and you needed every last  drop of himself he could offer you, because you loved him he had made your life interesting and your heart full.

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I think Leon (4make specifically) fucking away those awful period cramps is hot ngl. He's a babygirl like that and literally anything to make his baby feel better.

Like, i think he'd suggest or heck if asked he's just there wanting to make sure you're alright and comfy first and foremost but boy does he deliver. I love him what else can i say

MDNI/18+. NSFW. | cw: discussions of menstruation & period sex note: not everyone's menstrual cycles are the same or behave the same, some people have very harsh and violent periods and others can manage their cycles better. everyone is different and that is okay, and if this doesn't apply to your situation that is okay as well. this is merely a generalization of having intimacy during that time of the month. 🫶

PERIOD SEX YEAHHHHHHHHH. But yes anon, I love him too. I feel like obviously, Leon would be attentive and soft when it comes to comforting you on your cycle, but if the horny monster sneaks up on you he won't deny it. If anything, I think he'll be the one to try to suggest it or ease you into the idea because it could help you feel better. He only does things based off of your comfort level, so unless your cramps are really pissing you off, he'll leave you alone.

Leon is much more gentle and considerate when you're on your period, a bit less handsy, and pays more attention to reading your body cues. You don't have to ask him to do anything, he's already doing it before you have to open your mouth.

You're cold? He's getting you a blanket and wrapping it around you. Your cramps are beating your ass? He comes in with a bottle of Tylenol, a heating pad, and some tea sweetened just the way you like. You're hungry or you want some food? He'll get you whatever you want or cook something if you really ask for it. Your boobs are feeling sore? He's pushing your shirt up over your chest and using his strong hands to knead at your swollen skin until you feel better.

Whatever you want, you get, even if you're not entirely sure how to vocalize the things you need at the moment.

What you hate the most about your cycle is how badly you want to be near Leon, rubbing up against his firm chest and having his hands over you. The comforting touches turn into heavy petting as you bring your lips to his own, softly grinding into his pelvis and running your fingers through his hair. You can feel him get hard against you, your body more sensitive and on edge, the ache in your gut meshing in with the light cramping.

You want more, of course you do. You're practically vibrating over Leon's lap and he can feel it from the way you shift against him. But it looked like a massacre between your legs, and the last thing you wanted was to come off as an insane horndog. Pulling away from Leon's lips, you sigh in defeat as your hormones go haywire, about to move off of him completely before his hands keep you planted on top of him.

"You don't have to stop if you don't want to, I don't mind", he tells you with plump lips, caressing your cheek with one hand and the other touching your hip under your T-shirt.

"I know but...we can't do much anyways. It feels nice just kissing you", you said with a shrug, leaning forward to kiss him again and exhale a breath through your nose.

"Says who? If you want to mess around, we can you know? It's just me", Leon gives you a lopsided grin in reassurance.

"Leon, that kind of stuff...it's weird and gross, and messy...", you were giving him excuses, looking away from him bashfully but you couldn't ignore the way his words made your body warm up at the suggestion.

"Some people like doing things while they're on their cycles, something about it helping their cramps. I read it in a study a while ago", he said as if this was the easiest thing for him to imply. He did read a study that said something about sex helping diminish cramps, and he may or may not have asked Claire for tips on how to make you feel more comfortable on your cycle.

But period sex with your loving boyfriend? That seemed too farfetched and too much to ask for.

"If you want me to help you out that way, all you have to do is ask me. I won't judge you sweetheart", Leon cupped your face with both hands, looking at you with intense blue eyes. You looked into his gaze to find any sense of deceit, but all you found was his desire.

"You sure you won't find it gross?", your voice was more curious now, the arousal you felt earlier coming back stronger.

"You're talking to someone who kills monsters for a living, blood would be the last thing that bothers me", he chuckled, giving you one final kiss on your lips and rubbing the tip of his nose against your own.

"Want me to make you feel better?", he asked you gently, and the moment you nodded at him he wrapped his arms around you to mesh your body with his own.

He's still gentle as he has you with your back pressed into the mattress, a towel underneath you and your legs wrapped around his slim waist. Leon was fucking into you at an even pace, taking it slow and focusing on the way you tightened around him every time he pushed back inside you. With every swivel of his hips, he fills you up entirely before pulling his hips back, doing it again and again as he leaves kisses all over your neck.

Your body was more responsive to him, every nerve lit like a match and burning over like melting wax. You could feel him, smell him, not wanting to part from him for one second as you whined into his shoulder.

"Feel so damn hot, so good for me baby", Leon grunts against you, nipping at your chin and hitting that spot tucked inside you. You cried out underneath him, thighs beginning to shake as you felt your release building with every thrust he gave you.

Everything felt good, better than good, your body wound tight from the pleasure that made you roll your eyes and focus on Leon's cock filling you the way you craved. You didn't know if you should be thanking him or the study he read, but turns out they were right. This was much better than taking multiple Tylenol pills at a time, and as you came hard around him, your cramps were the last thing on your mind.

#ovaryacted asks #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #I also wanted to write a full fic to this but I'm nervous lol #normalize period sex for those who want it obvi

[saleeba]

fool ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ betting on the phenomenon of unrequited feelings, you and jude have never dared to make the first move with the other until a reunion forces new questions to be answered.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, cursing, kissing, both jude & reader are pining idiots, fingering, p in v sex, marking, missionary, unprotected sex (jude pulls out but still pls practise safe sex!!)

a/n ♡ she's baaaack :D but first☝🏽alexa play fool by nct 127 !!!! the lyric "you’re a goddess but i’m a fool, what should i do?" was written for this fic in particular i just know it was :] anyway hehe this fic is based off this request so tysmm to anon for sending such an exciting prompt !! i hope yous enjoy 🫶🏽💗 WAIT P.S this isn’t proofread bc i lowkey am not rocking with it so i didn’t wanna put myself thru having to read it again & again … im sorry for any mistakes :’)

you had just gotten off work to a stream of relentless texts from your best friends’ groupchat — phone pinging off the rails whilst you were on shift, muffled buzzes from your bag making you wonder what on earth was worth blowing up in that whatsapp group on a random friday afternoon.

on the train back home, you tap open the green app, anticipating yourself easily spending the entire journey catching up on the three hundred-plus texts from your closest mates. you decide to start right from the beginning of the influx, thumb scrolling nonstop and eyes blurring from the rapid movement until they focus back on the screen where you stop, finally having reached the destination of the first text that set it all off. 

it was from none other than jude bellingham, and you were nearly embarrassed by the way your face instantly lit up upon reading his message. the groupchat’s golden boy had popped up after weeks of minimal contact, asking if he could take everyone for a night out tomorrow to make up for it, stating that he finally has some small gaps of free time between hectic pre-season schedules to allow him to do so.

it honestly warmed your heart that the first thing he wants away from football is to see you all. you’d been a band of good friends since the first year of secondary school, contact not necessarily strained as you all had a lot of love for each other but rather unspokenly reduced after leaving school two years ago and falling into busy university or career ventures.

instead of scrolling through to read and react to the plethora of follow-up texts after his, you ignore them and jump straight to typing your reply to his invitation, casting aside that nagging voice asking you: doesn’t that seem too desperate?

no, right? i’m just accepting his invitation, getting straight to the point, the convo ended half an hour ago anyway. you’re arguing with yourself now, feeling the need to give unnecessary excuses to nonexistent accusations. if you were to be honest with yourself, you were always self-conscious of the way you behaved around jude, even now debating on whether to add your signature heart emoji or if it’d come across as you trying too hard given your feelings for him; albeit them being feelings that no one knows about, not even him. you made sure for it to be that way.

with a mental note to get over yourself, you send an affirmative ‘i’m up for it!’, signature heart included, and quickly shut off your phone. heart beating so rapidly, you scolded yourself for getting so worked up over a mere reply and for definitely not getting over yourself. god knows how you’re going to handle seeing him in person. 

a sudden double buzz from your device does nothing to calm you down, instead dampening your hands with sweat when you grab it and see a pair of messages from him.

jude 🌟: heyy i’m so glad you can make it tomorrow :)

jude 🌟: can’t wait to see you!! ❤❤

he had messaged you separately for some reason and he had included two hearts… the overthinking starts for you again, without even beginning to think about what to reply this time, and you question why he couldn’t have just replied to you in the groupchat or why he couldn’t have just left the end of the messages with a ‘x’ like he usually does or why he would even say what he said in the last message. mind frantic and unable to clear itself, you thank yourself for having your read receipts turned off so you can have your mini meltdown without worrying about jude knowing you’d seen his messages multiple minutes ago. god, you were down so bad. 

you force yourself to open the messages app and send the most casual reply you can type.

you: can’t wait to see you too! ❤

you try to keep it short, sweet and nonchalant even if your fingers are itching to type more – more about how much you had missed him, more about what he was planning to wear tomorrow night so that maybe you could match your own outfit with him, more about your true, unfiltered feelings for him. it’s pathetic really; you hadn’t seen him in two years and the first thing you wanted to do was throw yourself at him, spilling all the secrets you’d been holding close for so many years. you leave it at that, put your phone on do not disturb mode and head on home, waiting for the long hours of friday evening to pass and saturday night to arrive.

***

and so saturday night rolls around and you just about finish touching up your makeup and smoothing out your dark blue dress before the doorbell rings, and you’re whisked away to the club by a couple of your girlfriends. 

as soon as you step your high heels into the building, you’re met with the sight of flowing booze and the noise of noughties r&b beats bouncing around the brightly lit walls. dragged by the hands of your friends, you find yourself standing next to a booth at the back of the club, the rest of the group now welcoming you latecomers with a loud cheer.

“finally, girls. you took your time!” one of your male friends remarks, ushering you all to sit down.

“oh god, what have we missed?” you beam, trying to scan the group amongst the strobing lights to catch a glimpse of the person you were really there for. 

“nah, you’re just in time because… first round’s on mister madrid!”

the callout breaks your friend group into a raucous holler as your gaze fixes onto the six foot-one footballer who stands up with an amused grin and a sigh of feigned defeat. your heart quickens and your smile turns into a state of near disbelief over how good jude looks right now – graphic white t-shirt hugging his biceps in all the right places and hanging over a pair of smart-casual black trousers.

“yeah, yeah, anything for my groupies,” he winks at no one in particular but your brain almost convinces you that he was looking at you while doing it. you send a shy smile his way just in case but what he says next has your mouth running dry. “help us out, will ya, y/n?”

you hesitate for a second too long for your liking, stumbling over your words while your friends peer at you. “uh… uh-huh, yeah, of course.” you answer as quick as you can, standing up on your feet slowly as to not trip over your now-shaking legs and send yourself flying into jude, and to avoid embarrassing yourself more than you think you already have.

he responds with a grateful smile and you follow him to the bar where he places an order for a round of drinks and some shots to be delivered to the group by the two of you. there’s an odd unfamiliarity to the silence between you both and you realise that you aren’t normally this quiet around jude, and neither is he around you; you would always joke that he’d be eligible to talk for england if he wasn’t already playing football for them. he’d retort with a comment about how his ears could almost fall off with the amount of chatting you do, and you’d dryly reply with a ‘well, they’re too big for your head anyway. look at the size of them!’ the pair of you were always as thick as thieves in the eyes of everyone else. which is why you didn’t expect it to be like this, especially after two years of not seeing each other – there was so much you wanted to catch up on from his world and so much you wanted to share from yours. you decidedly gain some courage and take the initiative to spark some conversation, get something going at least.

“soo, how have you been, then?” you’re both facing the bar, your head barely tilting in jude’s direction to indicate that yes, it is him that you’re talking to and not some random like he assumes you are with the way you’re positioned away from him, eyes just about turning to steal a glance of his figure but not to hold eye contact. “how’s la vida española?”

jude finds amusement in your sudden flaunt of the spanish language, a smile breaking out on his face, unseen to you since he’s still facing the same direction that you are, preoccupying his eyes with the myriad of bottles on the shelves while his mind searches for an apt reply.

“yeah, it’s been great, i think i wanna stay there forever,” jude laughs, his fingers tapping on the black surface of the bar. you can’t help the selfish feeling of your heart dropping at his confession. “i miss you, though, y’know… a lot.” 

this one confession forces your whole body to turn itself towards him, eyes now chasing after his to seek some form of sincerity, to see if he was just messing about or if he really meant what he just said. he shifts his head to face you now, a bashful look painted onto his features. the expectant silence says it all really; of course i mean it. 

you gulp and decide to break the quietness with a sarcastic, jesting “ugh…”, jude’s face dropping at what he thinks is genuine disgust from you. you realise your attempt to denounce the awkwardness has backfired.

“oh my god, you dickhead, i’m joking,” how is it that mere moments ago you were shaking at the sheer real-life presence of him but now you’d transformed into having this confident playfulness? and all of it without a drop of alcohol in your system as well – you’re quietly proud of yourself. “i missed you too, jude… a lot.” you coyly repeat his words. 

upon your turn of the confession, the bartender sets down your drink orders and the two of you wordlessly carry the trays over to where your friends are situated, the silence way more comfortable now that you’re both basking in assurance, unbeknown to the other that your hearts were racing at a hundred miles per hour.

***

not even two hours and an innumerable amount of shots later, you’re all a drunken mess; definitely not a surprise to a single one of you. what is a surprise is the way you’re strewn across jude, right leg wrapped around his left, head on his chest, swirling and sipping from what’s clearly an empty glass to any sober, sane person. you grumble and mutter a complaint about the lack of liquor in the booth, taking it upon yourself to head to the bar and order another round for everyone.

“i’ll come with you,” jude announces over the pounding of the music, standing up so quickly that his next five steps are staggered and he has to cling onto your arm to steady himself. “i’m fine, i’m okay.” he assures nobody that asked.

the two of you stumble your way into the path of the bar, determined to drink until the sun comes up and forget every strand of stress until the hangovers come knocking. jude’s soft grip on your arm has you being led in the opposite direction all of a sudden, though. 

“uhm, where are we going?” you question, head still turned to where the bar is located, about to ask him if he was so hammered he couldn’t walk in a simple straight line to get to where you’d planned to go. “jude?”

he’s silent, save for humming his way to his desired destination, and you question if he even knows where he’s leading you. before you make the choice of going along with him or leaving his clearly confused self to go cop your next cocktail, you find yourself in the disabled toilets, pushed up against the sink with the door not even shut properly, gasping at how rough jude is handling your body compared to his soft touches from before, and how close his face is to yours, warm breath fanning the skin of your lips. you weren’t strictly against it all but how the hell have you ended up like this? The alcohol and the questions come at you fast, dizzying your brain but you can’t help but feel so keenly anticipative.

“i’m sorry, i just…” he pulls away from you, eyes fluttering closed so he can re-evaluate his actions, exhaling through his nose as if he was letting go of all doubts before continuing. “am i okay to do this?” he places his hands on your waist, pushing himself back into your space, his full lips more or less about to take yours. you have to refrain from letting the effects of alcohol take over your tongue and uttering back with a breathy ‘you can do whatever you want to me’.

instead, you answer with an earnest, eager nod, inviting his lips to finally do that one thing you had been dreaming of for so long, to kiss yours so silly that they’re left with the imprint of him. and jude does just that.

his mouth takes in yours so determinedly, shyness and hesitation now long-dissolved feelings for you both as your hands find home around the back of his neck, pushing his head further onto you, feeling the need to taste him more and more until you’re both consumed by each other. 

it’s a messy makeout, noses bumping and teeth clashing, but it’s oh so hot, the way he gasps into your mouth from breathlessness and pleasure, running and gripping his large hands over the material adorning your waist and hips as the need to rip it off you nearly overtakes him. to you, he’s so utterly intoxicating that a gallon of alcohol would pale in comparison to how dizzy his skin on yours makes you feel. 

you release a moan at the meagre thought of jude all over your body, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue over yours, filthy noises of wetness and carnality from the both of you reaching high pitch as jude somehow simultaneously pushes you against the sink and pulls you against his chest, his manhandling of you getting you even more hot and bothered before you’re both interrupted by the hub of people passing by and huddling right outside the bathroom, their self-occupied shouts and cheers dragging you out of the bubble that the two of you had wrapped yourselves in, almost sobering you up on the spot.

you push jude out of your way, gentle but abrupt, and give him a look of apologetic regret. “i-i’m sorry,” you say, jitterily walking past him and exiting the room without a second glance or word, heading straight to the booth where your friends are hollering and hurraying, occupied with shot-drinking contests. 

your girlfriends offer to go home with you when you lie and tell them you’re not feeling very well, but you decline them, instead telling them to have fun on your behalf and letting them know that you’ll try to text them once you get home safely. you can tell they’re confused by your shaken state and the absence of jude but you grab your bag and make your exit before the interrogation can even begin to brew.

you manage to grab a taxi back home, surprised by how competent you are despite the alcohol in your bloodstream and confusion in your brain. on the way there, you can’t stop the bouncing of your knee nor the racing of your psyche, asking yourself how and why whatever went down with jude went down like that. you curse at yourself for being so impulsive in starting and finishing the whole ordeal with him in the way that you did – you don’t know if it’s the empty, depressive drunk thoughts or just clarity from the whole jude thing that makes you feel like there’s no coming back from this at all. you feel like crawling into your bed and never coming out from it ever again. 

the taxi driver has to call for your attention multiple times until you reach earth again and pay him the journey’s fee. you go skulking all the way up to your front door, only letting out a breath that you feel like you’ve been holding since the beginning of the night once the door shuts behind you.

the rest of the night is quiet and orderly for you, telling yourself to not invite any more chaos into your brain and to simply drink some water and to go to sleep. waking up tomorrow morning is going to be painful in more ways than one.

***

you spend the rest of the weekend nursing a ferocious hangover and a frazzled heart, only contacting your friends to tell them that you got home fine and to joke that you probably need a century or two for this hangover to be gone. you thank the high heavens that they don't bring up the topic of you and jude 

you try not to think too much about jude, you really do, but sunday night has a couple of taps landing you on the instagram app and you learn that he’s already back in spain, pictures of him in training sliding across your phone screen on his story along with selfies with his teammates. usually, you tap that small red heart at the bottom and hope that he sees it amongst his millions and millions of notifications, a tiny ritual of yours that now has you feeling so pathetic that you don’t dare to do it anymore.

running a hand over your weary face, you set your phone down and opt to nap the night away, finding comfort in the non-intrusion from your friends and the no contact from jude, hoping to keep yourself busy and distracted with whatever the work week brings.

a ring from the doorbell rips through your flat just as you’re organising your pillows, forcing you to stop what you’re doing and ponder who could be at the door on a sunday while the clock ticks some minutes past one o’clock. you don’t recollect ordering any food nor are you expecting a delivery, especially not this late. 

trudging your way to the front door, you open it to find jude bellingham standing there and you feel an instant pang of regret, wishing you had peeked through the window to see who it could be, wishing you had pretended to not be in, wishing the ground would open up right now and swallow you whole  – anything to escape the confrontation that you’re now having to face. your face heats up with embarrassment and nerves but you manage to rupture the silence before your mouth can turn dry. 

“j-jude, hi,” you try and keep your greeting as polite and cordial as you can, even when all you really want to do is to chase him off your doorstep. “what are you doing here?”

your query has jude visibly gulping, hands fiddling with each other as he attempts to hold eye contact with you, his vision a bit blurry from exhaustion. “y/n… sorry, can i come in?”

you oblige, holding the door open wide before you guide him to the living room and invite him to sit down on the plushness of your sofa, settling yourself on the opposite end of it. you silently prompt him to say what he came here to say with a nod of your head. 

“uhm, i’m sorry for turning up unannounced, and so late…” ever the courteous. “i had to sneak away from the lads and catch the last flight to here so it was all a bit down to the wire.” he lets out a small, uneasy laugh.

you cut off his rambling with a curt “what do you want, jude?” you don’t mean for it to sound so rude but you still hold the attitude of wanting to get this over and done with, already feeling annoyance at yourself for even letting him into your home. 

“right, yeah, i actually wanted to talk about what happened on saturday,” he goes back to fiddling with this thumbs, eyebrows furrowed but he avoids looking at you this time. not that you can blame him because your own vision shifts to anywhere but his direction. “i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable a-and please tell me if this is inappropriate, but i haven’t stopped thinking about last night, i haven't stopped thinking about you, i-i’m sorry, i know this is all so silly and you probably don’t even feel the same bu-”

you stop him right there, this time with good reason as you can’t bear holding back your real emotions, not when he’s practically given you the green light to spill the contents of your heart.

“no, jude, i didn’t feel uncomfortable at all,” you assure him, gaze now on the footballer in front of you and you almost can’t believe the words leaving your mouth right now. “i wanted it to happen, i’m glad it happened, you know, i think i’ve had dreams about it happening,” you try and offset any tension with a timid chuckle before turning quite pensive. “i really like you, jude, i have for a long time… god, sorry, this is so embarrassing.” you return to making light of the situation you’ve put yourself in, the timidness sinking back in as quick as the relief lifts you up. 

jude moves closer to your now-cowering body, knees touching as your heartbeat surges with worry and self-consciousness all wrapped up into a tight, miserable ball. he puts his sweat-dampened hands into yours and squeezes in silent assurance before raising them up to his lips and laying a chaste kiss on the heated skin.

he can’t help but break out into a sweet smile, eyes threatening to crinkle at the edges. your face is still sketched with tension and now confusion has joined the mix.

“i can’t tell you how long i’ve waited to hear that from you, how much i needed to hear it,” your eyes meet his, widening in surprise a little. “i’m a fool for not telling you sooner… i like you, y/n, i really like you.” he repeats your own words back at you, leaning in with a smattering of amusement dancing in his vision. 

“can i kiss you?” the question leaves your lips faster than you can even process it in your brain.

jude wastes no time in replying with a firm pressing of his mouth on yours, deepening it within seconds, the need to cement his feelings for you being told through the way he cradles your head in his hand, leaning you back onto the arm of the sofa to further intensify the kiss. your lips move along with his, the soft weight of his body pressed against yours making you whine into his mouth in ecstasy.

he lifts off of you with a puckering of his swollen lips, the both of you taking the chance to draw in some air and attempt to regulate your breathing pattern.

“please take me to the bedroom,” you beg, breathless from the sheer sight of his dark eyes and pretty pout. there’s no fight nor denial from jude as he picks you up and prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, quickening his pace once you point in the direction of your room.

he lays you down on the bed so gently, lips latching onto yours once again before they travel down your jaw and over the warm skin of your neck. the light touch of his fluttering eyelashes married with the pressure of his soft lips has your head spinning, hands tentatively laid on top of your sheets since you don’t trust yourself to not grab his head and bring it back to your lips. his fingers tinker with the waistband of your pyjama trousers, stretching it off your skin before he asks permission to peel them down your legs. 

once they’re cast away in some corner of your bedroom, jude divides your legs by the underside of your knees, tucking himself into the now available space between them, turning onto his side and resting on his left forearm. he leaves a small kiss over your covered cunt and you try your best to not just clamp his head in between your thighs and smother him with your growing wetness here and now. 

“need to get you ready, baby,” the sudden mention of the petname has you throbbing, squirming even more when he traces a line from your clit down to where there’s a small damp spot forming on the dark material of your underwear.

“jude, please,” you whine out, lifting your hips in a desperate bid to get the boy to strip your lower half completely. 

he shushes you in his own charming way, making sure to comply with your demand by getting up onto his knees and discarding your soaked panties in a matter of seconds, the cold air generated by his large hands whipping them off you hits your exposed pussy, making you hiss through gritted teeth.

jude returns to the gap between your spread legs, sitting back but still on his knees, his higher position causing you to shift onto resting your body weight on the palms of your hands in order to peer at his actions – which start with him re-tracing that same teasing line from your aching clit to your hole with his thumb, the feeling now so intense on your unclothed skin. he hums in what sounds to be satisfaction when you throw your head back in pleasure, taking it in his favour to slip his index finger into the tightness of your pussy. 

you release a guttural groan at the feeling of finally having some part of him inside you; you of course don’t want this to be the only part but you’re still so very grateful, so fucking grateful he’s now rubbing at your clit in delicious rounds, thumb tracing circle after circle while his fingers form a pair, pistoning in and out of you so easily due to the way your cunt douses itself with every move of jude’s. 

“fuck, baby,” jude moans at the sight of his soaked digits every time they barely pull out of that pretty pussy, his thumb torturing your sensitive bud increasingly so, the cries and whimpers spilling from your lips an incentive for him. “feel so good and tight around my fingers, can’t imagine how you’ll feel around my dick.” 

his words have you absolutely reeling, writhing against his hand to try and chase that moment of release. 

“please, jude, i’m so close,” you’re warning and demanding at the same time, almost begging him to not stop or even think about moving his fingers out of you. “god, please, i need it,” 

jude suddenly retracts both of his hands, leaving you bare and empty. “no way, baby, need to have you cumming on my cock or not cumming at all,” he comments with a shake of his head, denying you the opportunity of leaking your cum over his hand. upon seeing your bewildered face, he makes up for it by putting on a show of licking your juices clean off his fingers, the digits popped inside his mouth and dragged right back out with a low moan, him praising the way you taste. 

“move up the bed for me, angel,” he orders, watching you while he stands up and unclothes himself as quick as he can. you scoot backwards, legs still spread open like they’ve been locked in that position, before pulling your oversized t-shirt off of you, chest void of a restricting bra . “good girl,” he praises, crawling up to hover his body over your laying one, cock in hand as your legs come to wrap around him. “are you still okay with this? we can stop at any point, okay?”

the sincerity of his voice has you melting. some would remark that the bar is in hell for you but the truth is that you hadn’t been with anyone like this for more months than you could count on your hands. you've been touch-starved and lacking words of affirmation for so long, and you needed something to be only about you for once. 

“i’m more than okay with this,” you smile up at him, nodding to make your approval fully known. “and yes, i know i can stop you if i need to.”

jude reciprocates the same smile before leaning in and smothering your lips with his, pushing his cock into your tight wetness, so tight that your pussy almost pushes him back out, not used to being penetrated by something so thick.

“oh my god!” the feeling of tightness/fullness has you both gasping out the same thing at the same time, erupting into quiet giggles when the two of you realise your matching reactions. 

jude’s mouth finds its way back home in the embrace of your lips and you swear this is heaven, the way his cock slides in and out of your sopping cunt, set at such a perfect pace, the slight friction causing you to grow even wetter – the filth of it all contrasts so well with the sweetness of his muffled moans and tender kisses on your neck, moving down onto your collarbones and tits.

a particularly harsh thrust of his cock has your back arching, chest pushed up to his heated face, and he takes this golden opportunity to wrap his lips around your erect nipple, spending a good while sucking and tugging on the skin around it. you’re amazed at how his cock doesn’t relent inside you, the speed still so quick and consistent even when he’s so occupied in painting splotches on your tits with his mouth.

“there,” he pants out, pulling his head back and marvelling at his own creation. “now, there’s no doubt that you’re really mine.” the smile he gives you is a killer.

you whine at his declaration of you belonging to him, scratching at his shoulders and calling out his name to indicate that it’s all too much for you, that you’re so, so close to cumming on his cock and really giving him what he wants rather than pleasing yourself. you figure that’s you gone now; you’re more willing to put the boy above your own needs because you’re down that fucking bad for him.

“fuck, jude, i’m gonna cum!” you sob, your moans becoming more frequent and higher pitched, legs starting to shake from the intoxicating mix of exhaustion and delight. you’re frantically chanting “please, please, please” into his mouth which parts to swallow your whimpering, wet lips kissing your trembling ones. 

“go on, baby, cum for me, cum all over this cock,” he groans out, eyes squeezing shut when the feeling of your pussy clamping down tightly on his thickness proves too much to handle, face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. he knows you don’t need his permission, he would’ve let you orgasm as many times as you wanted to, would’ve let you use him like your own personal sex toy, but the words were only there to keep you going when his hips felt like faltering – he needed you cumming on his cock like he promised before, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up himself.

a final scream rips from your throat as you cum hard around jude, pussy clenching and pulsating around his cock so sporadically you thought you were having two orgasms at once. jude can’t handle it anymore, pulling out with a myriad of moans as he pumps his shaft with a hand, decorating the expanse of your lower abdomen with warm, white liquid. you’re still squirming, slowly trying to wheeze out the remaining whimpers from your lungs which you’re finding hard to do with the way jude pants and moans above you, the boy so spent he can’t help but breathe like he hasn’t had access to air for the past hour.  

he flops down by your side, arms and legs sprawled like a starfish, chest rising and falling as he attempts to recuperate from the mindblowing sex you two just had. the image is so unserious that you can’t stifle your giggles but you decide to take another step of courage to lay on your side resting your head on his shoulder, fingers stroking his abs and playing with the curly hairs of his happy trail. 

the room is quiet now with the scent of sex wafting through your nostrils on occasion but it’s the most comfortable silence you’ve experienced with jude, the feeling of his hot skin on yours so soothing to you.

after a period of panting, jude clears his throat and your ears prick up at the presence of sound. he turns his head towards you and you lift yourself up and off him out of instinct – you want full attention on him.

“i don’t want this to be a one-time kinda thing, y’know,” he proclaims, biting his lip from saying too much in one go.

“what, is this your way of saying you want round two already?” you joke, nose crinkling at the way he rolls his eyes playfully.

“shut up,” he delivers a poke to your side. “i mean, well, i don’t want either one of us to see this as a spur-of-the-moment thing, i just…” you look at him expectantly, silently telling him to continue. “i want you to be my girlfriend, y/n.” 

you’re nearly knocked back by his words, wondering if they’re real or if you’re simply just hearing things. you thought dialogue like that, coming from him, was only reserved for your imagination, kept secret and only spoken to you in late-night mental scenarios that would comfort you on your way to slumberland.

you let out a laugh that’s an odd mix of relief and disbelief, quickly replying “yes, yes, of course” to his awaiting face, which releases a look of relief itself before jude captures your lips with such passion you’re both knocked back onto the plush pillows, giggling into each other’s mouths until your hands find themselves running down the defined muscles of his abdomen and over his hardening cock.

#girlies i’ve never had alcohol in my life so i hope the way i wrote reader & jude being drunk was ok !!! 🫶🏽 #then again i’ve never had sex in my life and i write extensively about it so u know . 😭😭😭 #guys imagine if before every smut fic i wrote a disclaimer like ‘guys i-i’ve never had sex before but i hope i did okay with this 🥺🥺' LMAO #ALSO omg im sorry abt the inconsistencies in tone + tempo i legit wrote this over a 5 month period + came back to it at times when i didnt #feel like writing + i was just tryna get to the good bit iykwim ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) #˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗ #˗ˏˋ 💬 ˎˊ˗ #jude bellingham #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #football imagine #footballer smut #footballer imagine

[jakescaravel]

Scarlet Flavor

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 2,338

Warnings: Period sex, blood, slight blood kink, very very slight breeding if you squint, oral (f receiving), masturbation (f), toy (vibrator), penetrative sex, slight feelings of embarrassment (handled very well), kissing, slight mentions of pain (it's just cramps),

You love doing nothing all day. You love freedom of it. The calmness, the control. You can simply do whatever you want whenever you want. You absolutely adore your perfect boyfriend Jake, but this morning had called for a little alone time so you now lay upstairs on your shared bed.

Your legs are spread wide with a tiny blue vibrator between them, rolling over your clit again and again. The feeling is indescribable. Like white hot electricity coursing through your veins with every drag of the cool silicone. 

Your breathing deepens and your hand comes down to twist gently into the sheets. You’re close and soon your hand loses its grasp on the toy, instead turning the speed up, just letting it rest there. The new setting causes your hips to arch off the bed and tiny moans start to escape you. 

Just as you feel your orgasm start to take over, the door opens and you drop the vibrator in shock, shutting your legs tightly. Jake stands before you with an assumed expression, his lips curling into a smirk. You scramble to turn off the whirring toy, but he grabs it from you before you can, inspecting it while his head shakes back and forth in disapproval.

“Baby…” His hand comes over his heart as his mouth drops. He’s just bullshitting, pretending to be scandalized. You roll your eyes through a laugh.

He takes a step closer. “What are you doing?” The toy clicks off.

“Nothing.” You say through a shy smile. You’re not embarrassed, not in the slightest, but there's still something mischievous in nature about getting caught. 

“It seems to me… and god let’s hope I’m wrong, that you think this little piece of plastic can get you off better than me?” He throws the toy on the bed as his knee climbs up, letting him crawl towards you.

“No.” Is all you can manage as your eyes lock on his devilish smirk as his hand slides up your bare thigh just shying away from your heat. 

His other hand comes up and together they part your thighs as your head turns to bury itself into the cushion. His hands drop from your legs and his face twists in concern.

“What's wrong baby?”

Your voice comes out smaller than you would have liked. “I’m on my period Jake.”

His hand reaches out and cups your chin, turning you to face him. You’re met with his smiling face as he reaches closer, bringing you in for a kiss. You melt away immediately feeling his soft lips on yours, his sweet taste. 

He stays for a moment before pulling away to whisper into your mouth, “okay let’s do it.”

You look up into his eyes, so inviting, so kind, but still you feel too vulnerable, too insecure. You close your legs slowly and give him a small shake of your head. He pouts adorably and you can’t help but giggle.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m all bloody.” You say, scrunching up your face and crossing your arms.

Turning on his exaggerated British accent he says, very loudly, “You think Blackbeard was afraid of a little blood!!?” 

You can’t help but laugh at his antics. His lips curl into a comforting smile when he sees that he’s made you laugh. Returning back to the Jake you know and love, he whispers to you again. “You don’t have to be shy, it’s only me.”

You think for a moment. You’ve just showered so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad… but then again, what if he sees you and thinks you're disgusting? What if he thinks he can do it but then sees you and gets grossed out? The thought makes you want to curl up into a tight ball. 

He watches your thoughts flow through your head, bringing his finger up to tap at your temple. “Don’t overthink it sweetheart, I make you feel good, let me do that.”

His hands push your thighs apart again and he moves his head down to kiss along the exposed bit of stomach. His mouth is so warm and wet that you let out a moan you can’t control. He looks up to you with a satisfied smirk.

“Ok fine, just- please just-” It’s hard to say the words, they feel weird coming off your tongue. “Just use your hands or at least don’t get it on your tongue.”

He gives you a slow nod and brings his head further down until his lips are ghosting just above your clit. You can feel his breath on you and it makes your pulse race. Finally he closes the distance and wraps his plush lips around your already sensitive bud. You yelp and lift your hips up to meet him. He sucks in, lapping his perfect tongue over you once.

His name falls from your tongue as your eyes shut tight. He increases the pressure, running his tongue in slow circles around you. His hands come up to massage the inside skin of your thighs making you melt further into the bed. You open your eyes to see his closed and brows knit together in concentration. 

It’s remarkable how perfect this man is. How dashing handsome, how funny, and how willing he is to do whatever he can to make you feel good. You really truly love him.

Your thoughts are cut off by an unpleasant ache deep in your stomach. It builds until it feels like a dull knife is twisting its way through you. “Oww.” You groan and he stops his movements at once.

“What's wrong?”

“Cramps, just hurts.”

His head lifts up farther to look straight at you. “I’m sorry baby, do you want me to stop? I can get you a heating pad or something?”

“No no, please, keep going, I'm ok.”

He takes a pause, obviously thinking about what to do, but he follows your command, letting his head fall back down to lap at you once more. Your hips buck up into his face and he buries himself further, increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Jake, fuck… feels good.”

His lips curl into a smile around you and his eyes flick up to yours as he extends his tongue, licking a slow stripe up your clit. The visual itself is so hot that you moan just at the sight of it. After a second, his still extended tongue dips down to your entrance, running back up until you can see a red streak painting it. You cringe at the sight, turning your head away once more, smiling bashfully into the pillow. 

“It’s okay doll, don’t be shy. You taste goood.”

You look back up to see him spreading the scarlet paint around your bud, stretching back down to collect more. The added slick feels amazing, but you can’t shake the slight shame that comes along with it.

“That's so…” You start, deciding to shut your mouth when you can’t exactly think of what it is. 

Gross? Maybe. Hot? Absolutely. 

He smirks again and sinks his face down until the tip of his nose is nudging at your entrance. He brings his face back up proudly, showing you his new color. Your cheeks flush at the sight and he goes back to lapping at you hungrily. 

His movements become more sloppy as your mouth opens, letting you desperate whimpers and whines. His lips and tongue run over you up and down, nudging at your clit with every movement until the better half of his face is covered in your mix of juices. It’s so incredibly dirty, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t extremely turned on by the obscenity of it all. 

Your hand weaves into his hair, pulling him closer to you while he licks you through it. He slides his tongue into you while his nose nudges over your clit and he picks up a curling movement. 

“Fuckk, I’m gonna cum Jake.” 

“Right on my tongue, I wanna taste all of you.” He rushes out before connecting back to you with such force that you feel his skin hitting yours. He carelessly rolls his tongue around you, all over until you’re no doubt covered in red. 

Every sinful flick of his tongue brings you closer and closer and you feel yourself right on the edge. Your grip in his hair tightens as your thighs start to shake, hips bucking up closer to his mouth.

He can tell you’re close and his movements pick up speed, the wet sounds growing in volume, but at this point you can’t seem to care in the slightest. 

He moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending you over until you’re rocking up to meet him. He sucks and licks at you and your legs start to shake violently. Jake extends his tongue again, running up and down to collect your arousal before bringing it up to your clit once last time, swiping over it making you jerk up before settling back down into the soft bed.

Your breathing evens out and he lifts off of you to sit up. His nose and mouth are covered in a shiny red and he gives you an evil looking smile. Your cheeks flush a similar color and you watch as he fiddles with his belt buckle.

“That was so fucking hot baby, thank you for letting me do that.” He speaks earnestly and his smile softens. You can see the flat of his tongue is a deep red as well.

“That wasn’t like…” Again you trail off, not deciding how to finish your sentence.

“Nope. I want all of you, whatever form that may be.” He flashes you a handsome smile, running his tongue over his lips then over his teeth, staining them pink. 

You cast your eyes away from his with another deep blush forming on your cheeks, but your eyes land on his cock, now hard and ready in his slowly pumping fist. You take in a breath at the sight of it. Without a word, he inches closer and drops his cock, letting it sway in the air while his hands come up to your legs.

He pulls them up until they are being held in the air at the perfect angle for him. He tightens his grip as he leans his hips forward, cock grazing your entrance. He lets out a huff, his eyes glued to your cunt. He tries to angle himself to slide in but his cock misses by an inch, instead sliding up to rest along your clit. He lets it drag heavily along you before lining up once more.

This time, the head gently pushes in and he sucks in a breath through gritted teeth. He stills for a moment then snaps into you in one swift move until he’s buried to the hilt as far in as he can go. It makes a loud squelching sound along with your matched groans of pleasure. 

He feels so deep inside you that it’s the only thing you can feel. He starts to move in and out and you watch his cock get slowly painted red. He’s looking too and his lips curl up in amusement. 

He picks up a steady rhythm, sliding in and out with ease hitting the back of your walls with every thrust. 

“You’re so fucking warm, you feel amazing.”

He pulls out again and lets his cock run over your clit once more. You bite your bottom lip, suppressing a moan as he begins to slide in once more. He dips in an inch then slams into you again, emitting a similar wet sloshing noise that makes your cheeks flush.

“Look at you, you’re just sucking me right in. Do I feel good baby?”

You look back up to see the darkened blood driying on his face. He watches your eyes widen at the sight and he simply chuckles. 

“Do I look pretty with you all over me?”

You giggle nervously and he looks down to where your bodies meet. “I bet it's not as pretty as this pretty pussy. She’s all mine.” He emphasizes his words with a pointed thrust that makes you cry out. He starts pounding into you and your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, pulling him as close as possible.

The new angle has him hitting you deep with every thrust and soon you feel your body starting to submit to the pleasure. He must feel similarly because you can feel him start to lose his rhythm. He angles his hips up and snaps into you a few more times before he cries loudly and you can feel his cock twitch wildly, spilling into you making you feel even warmer. 

He thrusts his cum deeper into you, holding it there as far in as it’ll go and your legs clench around his waist as it washes over you. Your hips buck up on their own accord as your hands stretch out to him, even though they don’t reach. 

His name falls from your lips as you squeeze around him. He hisses and pulls out of you while you continue to shake and sputter soft sounds of pleasure. He sets your hips back on the bed and soothes a calming hand over your stomach, letting his fingers fall down to graze over your clit. Your hips jerk up softly at his touch and he smiles.

“You’re so responsive. And so so pretty.” His eyes glimmer and you feel your heart melting at his words.

“I love you Jake.”

“I love you.”

He bites his lip as his hand fists over his cock making it shine a similar crimson color. He shows you his hand and quickly places it over your stomach, huffing out an immature laugh. You look down in horror at the hand print adorning your stomach.

“Jake what the fuck?” You look back up to his face and burst out laughing. He’s such an idiot, but he’s perfect. 

“Come on, let's go take a shower.” 

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#jake kiszka #jake x reader #greta van fic #greta van fleet #smut #romance #fluff #period sex

[short-honey-badger]

Cramps and Cream Pies

hellooo my JJk ladies. This may be a bit niche, but I am currently on my period and couldn't get my mind off Dead Beat Dad Toji. He's just too fine. Anyway! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings! SMUT. Period sex but it's not graphic. Shower sex. Vomit is mentioned. It's Toji. He's nothing but a red flag. Breeding Kink too.

@goth-mami-writer who giggled with me over the title ❤️

Fushiguro Toji could hear you retching from where he was lounging on the couch. It was your time of the month, and it seemed to be hitting you harder than usual. He usually wouldn’t bother with helping you, or even asking if you needed anything, but listening to you cough and groan made his chest feel tight and guilt eat at his black heart. He sighs loudly and rises from the couch when he doesn’t hear any sound coming from the bathroom after a while, worrying for his girlfriend making him move his lazy ass. 

Toji finds you curled on the floor, arm tight around your abdomen, and a pitiful expression painted on your pale face. He leans in the doorway, crossing his arms and giving you a look of sympathy, even if his words do not match his expression.

“You look like you feel like shit.” 

He is rewarded with a glare, though it’s less effective than a wet kitten. 

“Thanks, Toji,” You sneer and roll over with a groan, not wanting to look at the asshole you call a boyfriend.

“Thanks for stating the obvious.” 

The elder Fushiguro huffs and rolls his eyes at you, and then shoves off the door frame to kneel by your side. He slides a hand into your sweaty hair, blunt nails gently scraping along your scalp. You sigh and press into the touch, finding comfort in the surprisingly sweet action. 

Toji rolls his eyes at you again and slides his hand away after a moment. You whine at the loss of his touch but are soothed soon after when your lover scoops you up in those thick arms you love so much and cradles you close to his chest. You shove your face in the crook of his neck and focus on your breathing instead of the feeling of your insides twisting into a pretzel.

“Poor babygirl,” Toji coos softly and kisses the side of your head. He holds you up with one arm and reaches for the shower faucet, flicking it on and turning the knob to your preferred temperature. He checks the water after a moment and then carefully sets you down. 

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up so you don’t smell gross, anymore.” 

You pout at his mean teasing and undress as quickly as you can. You can’t deny that the hot water feels amazing when you step under the spray, and your shower gets better when Toji joins you moments later. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, his big hand splayed along your lower stomach. His other hand curls along your hip, and Toji presses his face against yours. 

Toji holds you for a while, but he is a simple man, and having you all wet and pressed against him has the mercenary’s cock swell with blood. Toji is shameless in the way he grinds against you, dick pressed into the small of your back. 

“Ya know, I heard that sex can help with those cramps. Lemme fuck you, baby,” The elder Fushiguro growls in your ear and the hand on your hip slips further around, fingers easily finding your clit and pinching the sensitive bud meanly. 

“Gah! Shit, Toji~,” You hiss his name, head falling back to rest against his chest. You open your eyes and find your lover gazing at you, green eyes half-lidded and full of desire. You nod once, easily giving in to the dark-haired man when he puts just enough pressure on your clit to make your legs tremble. 

“Mhmm. You’re such a good girl, baby. Gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock,” Toji mouths at your ear, teeth catching the lobe and nipping it harshly. He nudges your feet apart, dropping the arm that he has around your waist so that he can push you forward and down at the waist. He grabs his cock, guiding his length forward to slide the fat head of his dick through your folds. 

Your hands find the shower wall, holding yourself up as Toji parts your pussy and bullies his way inside your cunt. Your lover is thick, so the stretch is a bit painful, but it only enhances the pleasure that Toji gives you. He lets you adjust for only a second before he starts up a brutal pace, cock dragging along your walls and relieving that awful pressure that has bothered you all day. 

Toji grips your hip, fucking you back on his cock as he grits his teeth. You are tight, feeling like molten lava around his dick, and Toji never wants to leave. He leans down, lips finding your ear as he snarls filthy promises into your ear. 

“I’ll make sure that you miss your next period, yeah? You want that, Mama? You want me to fuck a baby in you?” 

You nod franticly, your body on fire as your orgasm finally crests and shatters through you. Your wall constricts, squeezing his cock like a vice, and Toji curses loudly, the suddenness of you coming dragging him down with you. You milk his cock, hungry for more, and your lover eagerly gives it to you, grunting and hissing like a damn animal until his spent dick slips from your puffy folds.

You feel much better, your insides and womanly bits having settled down for now, and the two of you catch your breath, only yelp when thick fingers find your clit, rubbing harshly and causing you to jolt forward. You turn and look at Toji, feeling dread well up when you catch the wicked look on his face. He pulls you in close for an awkward kiss over your shoulder and then reaches behind him with his free hand to adjust the cooling water.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you baby?” He rumbles and smirks against your mouth, “You’re wrong if you don’t think I’m not going to stuff you full.”

#reader insert #fanfic #fluff #jjk fic #jjk smut #toji fic #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji fushigro x reader #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #anime smut #period sex #period cramps #period fic #jujitsu kaisen

[bettyfrommars]

Bloodstream

vampire!eddie x supernatural!fem!reader

from the Death Becomes Us au

18+ONLY, smut, period sex, (f) receiving oral while on their period, unprotected p in v, wet dream, blood, the pet name 'sweetheart', drinking blood.

wc: 3.4k

Reader in Death Becomes Us is also supernatural and has some physical scars that are mentioned in this. Eddie is her neighbor in a trailer park filled with vampires, in a town where vampires are basically a tourist attraction. Bits of these things are mentioned, but this can easily be enjoyed as a stand-alone.

ALSO, this is pure smut that does not progress the story one bit 😂 So, if you'd rather skip it, you won't miss any crucial information.

I've had several requests for vampire!eddie smut and, even more specifically, vampire!eddie with a reader who is on their period, and so this was born. I've had this sitting finished for so long, I wasn't sure I would post it.

You hadn’t realized you’d drifted off to sleep on the sofa in front of an episode of The Twilight Zone until a knock at the door made your adrenaline race into action.  It was a dark, moonless night, and the only illumination in your trailer was from the television, a string of tiny pumpkin lights along the window, and a flickering candle on the counter in the kitchen.

The time on the VCR said 11:46 and you got to your feet with caution, figuring it had to be a vampire at the door—you just weren’t sure which one.

“It’s me. Eddie,” his voice was a mumble out on the porch.

The sound made your heart stutter.

“What do you want?” You asked, pausing with your hand on the doorknob so you could look out the peephole.  He was standing back a ways, hands in his pockets, elbows out, and a black shirt unbuttoned down his chest. He looked particularly dressed up, as if he’d been hustling the unsuspecting wealthy widows down at the country club.

You watched him smirk at your question.  “Can’t a neighbor come by and say hi? I saw your TV was on.”

You gave a quick glance down at what you were wearing, making sure you were decent, but also to make sure you didn’t have crumbs all over you from the dry cereal you were eating earlier.

 “I haven’t seen you around all week,” you got flustered after you said it, not wanting it to sound like you were waiting around for him and counting the minutes.  

“Yeah,” he gave his lips a generous lick, wetting them until they were shiny. “You realized I was gone? Does that mean you missed me?.”

There was no formal understanding or commitment between the two of you, but also, there was something unspoken that compelled you to worry about him when you didn’t see the whites of his eyes for a few days.  

You opened the door and inclined your head, motioning for him to come in, and moved back so he could step in off the porch.  You’d already invited him in once, and unless you rescinded that invite, he could technically come in whenever he wanted.  

He waltzed in like he owned the place, picking up small things as he went to inspect them, looking around as if trying to catch you in the act of doing something.  You were just about to offer him some of the NuBlood you had in your cabinet in the event of a vampire guest when he stopped abruptly and took a long, violent inhale, and held the breath in his puffed out chest.

His eyes narrowed on you and began to darken.  He sniffed the air again, and then his eyelids fluttered a bit as if he’d caught a whiff of heaven.  The tip of his tongue shot out from between his ejected fangs.

“It’s that time of the month huh?” He asked it very casually, like a doctor might, and at first you wondered what he was referring to, but then you felt a sudden wetness in your underwear and a pang from your uterus.

“You can smell it?” You asked, stepping away.  “I didn’t even realize that I—” 

“You just started,” he told you in the same matter-of-fact way, turning on his heel.  He walked over to the vanilla sugar candle, hoping it would mask the scent so that his cock wouldn’t come to attention right there in your trailer because his mouth was already watering.  “Maybe I should come back another time,” he gripped the side of the counter so hard, he almost broke a piece of it off.

“Um, it’s okay, just, well, give me a second to—” you were about to walk by him on the way to the bathroom when his arm shot out as a barrier, catching you at your chest.

“No, stay,” he whispered.  When your eyes met, you wondered if he was using that glamouring technique on you to make you do whatever he wanted, but then you remembered that you were impervious to vampire powers.  

He took a step, closing the distance.  You could see his abnormally slow heartbeat under the cold, pale, tattooed landscape of his throat.  He tilted his chin up an inch as if exposing it more for you, watching with attentive eyes as you drank in the curve from his jaw to his neck, to the collar of his shirt.

“Like what you see?” Cocky and bold as ever, but this time, he was really asking.  He really wanted to know.

You ignored his question, searching his face.  “Why haven’t we ever kissed before?”

He choked at that abrupt outburst and attempted to smirk, but then cleared his throat.  “Would you like to change that, sweetheart?”

“Maybe,” you stepped so that your leg was touching his, and his plump pink lips parted, eyelids drooping, anticipating your next move.  Eddie opened himself up to you, pulling his shoulder blades back so that you could have his chest and throat, accepting whatever offer you had in mind.

"You're so cold," you mused, and then you were moving in, putting your warm mouth to his throat, relishing the smooth, cool flesh on your lips.  You flicked your tongue out to make him groan a little, his hands moving to dig his fingers into your hips.  He smelled like Ivory bar soap and fresh earth and vanilla musk, with those soft, nicotine undertones.  

“I might be on the verge of melting,” he slid one hand between your legs and the damp heat that was building there.  You nipped at his cool skin, sucking it through your teeth, while your hands worked up his ribs to find his nipples with your thumbs.  

“I was wondering when you’d finally take advantage of me,” he offered a low chuckle. The laugh had a bit of nervousness in it, though, and his voice cracked at the end.  

You could feel the vibration from his sound, licking a stripe up until you found his chin.  He dropped his head, catching your mouth with his, and there was nothing practiced or cautious about the kiss—it was messy and desperate, and his ringed fingers found a home between your legs, making you moan.

The blood was seeping through your clothes, and for sure there was a stain through the material of your sweats by now. 

“Your smell is making my mouth water,” he broke free from the kiss to put his forehead to yours, but his fingers continued moving in circles on the right spot.  You blinked up to find that his eyes were closed.  “It’s probably not a good idea for me to be here right now," he bit out, reluctantly.

But he didn’t move, and you curled your thumbs into his belt loops to catch him if he tried.  He rolled his forehead back and forth across yours, making your noses brush while the pads of his fingers applied more pressure.  

“Have you ever—” you trailed off, words catching in your throat as his hand breach the elastic of your bottoms.  “---done this while someone was on their—-”

Eddie paused with his fingers on the skin of your lower belly, making their way down.  He pulled his head back to get a read on your facial expression, but you were one of the few people in the world that was a mystery to him.  “I’ve never had the pleasure.”

“Won’t it be…messy?” 

“I like messy,” and then he chomped his teeth, biting the air between the two of you, before moving in to find your lips again, cupping the side of your face with his hand.  His mouth did not close in on yours fully, but the tip of his tongue came out to catch your top lip.

You were up against the kitchen counter now, and you latched onto Eddie’s strong arm, encouraging his hand further down.  You gave a muffled cry into his mouth when the pads of his fingers found the wetness seeping through your underwear.

It was too wet to be pure arousal, and just then the coppery tang scent hit the air, making Eddie suck in a sharp breath.  “Blood from the uterus lining is some of the sweetest there is,” he growled the words, bypassing your underwear so that he could dip a finger down through your folds, rings clicking together.  You pulled down on his arm like a lever until one of his fingers was sinking inside of  you, making you gasp. Your walls clenched him, and you begged for another finger, “more,” so he obliged.  

“The way you’re gripping around me—fuck,” Eddie said against your lips. 

Your knees trembled as he fucked his fingers in you a few times, twisting them, curling them in deep, and then he started to pull out, slowly.

His eyes were pure black when his lids flicked open; tips of his fangs peeking out from between parted lips. 

He brought his fingers up into view, and they were glistening with your crimson gift, dripping down his knuckles, and he admired the sight.  You wondered what he would do, at first, but then you watched those digits disappear deep into his mouth, lips sealing around them at the base.

He swallowed a few times, and then sucked each one individually, cleaning up the drips on his hand with a greedy, quick tongue. When he was done, there were signs of his feast in the corners of his mouth, and in the shadowy flicker from the candle flame, it looked like he’d just devoured something smothered in barbeque sauce.   

“You taste so good,” he breathed, forehead on yours again, his hands making fists in the material of your sweats, arm muscles tense, using all of his willpower not to rip them from your body. His tongue lashed out, tip beckoning in little curls, and you met the need with your own, tasting yourself on him.

It didn’t take long for you to be on the sofa in the living room with your sweats off and Eddie kneeling between your spread legs; a multitude of scars from ankles to hips on full display.  He looked up at you first, eyes a pure, marble black, and you nodded, scooting hips forward so he could push your legs further apart.  

A bit of tinted drool shone at the edge of his chin as his mouth found the mound of your arousal over your underwear, licking and sucking over the fabric, tasting you, nipping with his teeth.  His tongue flattened out and dragged long and hard up your slit, making you cry out under your breath.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, sucking your bottom lip in through your teeth.  Your pussy was literally aching for him, throbbing under the weight of his licks.

You had a hungry vampire between your legs, and he could snap your leg off at the hip like a twig if he wanted to. He could bite down on your femoral artery and drain you without breaking a sweat. 

Your menstrual juices were painting his chin when he sat back to pull your underwear off and get rid of the final barrier, staring up at you as he did so.  You sat forward, and he thought maybe you were going to push him off, but you held his head with both of your hands, guiding him in.  “I want to cum in your mouth.”

His head lowered without pause, with the tremble of a grin on his soft lips, and he kissed your cunt first before you felt his tongue sink into your hole. Low moans were coming from deep in his chest as he fed, taking generous swallows.  You rocked your hips up against his face and held his head there, whining when he moved his mouth up to roll his tongue in circles over your clit.  

“Oh god, Eddie, oh fuck,” you shuddered.  

He’d been starving for you for so long, not only for your blood, but for your scent, your pheromones, your taste. He wanted to kiss you from the inside out, he wanted to swallow you whole again and again, and still have you left over. He wanted you to know his secrets, to see the darkness in him and not be afraid.

You pushed his mouth off of you, for a second, to find that he was panting and pussy drunk, and you could see your reflection in his two black pools.  You ran your thumb down his lips, catching the mess, and then pushed the thumb into his mouth, and he moaned, closing his eyes to suck it clean, one sharp fang dragging along your flesh.  

You locked eyes with him, jaw going slack, and he dropped back down again to draw a few deliberate licks through your folds, fingers digging into your thighs.  

With a gust of determination, he decided to switch the position. Eddie went to his back, flat on the ground, and pulled you with him so that you were on your knees above his head, straddling his shoulders.  

Staring up at your pussy, he buried two of his fingers into you again and muttered, “god, you’re so fucking beautiful open wide for me like this.” He watched your hole spread out as a drip of blood rolled down his palm. 

“Sit down,” he murmured, removing his fingers so that you whimpered, clenching on nothing. “Sit all the way down, pull all your weight on me, sweetheart.”

He coaxed you where he wanted you, his strong hands firm at your hips.  You went down until you could feel his nose nestled at your clit and then his tongue darted inside of you with supernatural force.  He fed on you for a few seconds, and then he was sucking at your bundle of nerves again, humming as he did so.

“Eddie! That’s—I’m so close,” you rolled your hips and grabbed some of his hair in your fist, making him mumble with pleasure.  You braced your other hand on the ground at his shoulder to anchor yourself, even though you knew he had the strength to hold you.  You were all but suffocating him now, bucking against his face.

 Eddie could feel your sweet bud under his tongue get hard and he knew you were close.  His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking arousal in his jeans.  

“I’m gonna cum…fuck, I’m cumming!” It was then that the velvet walls began to crash around you, and your hole rippled at his chin.  You arched back and released into his mouth, losing control.  Between the cum and the blood, you felt like he owned a part of you know—you’d given him a potent cocktail that no one else would ever know the pleasure of.

He didn’t want anyone else to know the pleasure of it.

He let out a sound that was part man, part beast, and pulled the cheeks of your ass apart so that he could retrieve every drop from your slit, slurping as he did so. He drank while you came back to earth, trembling, moving your core back and forth over his face.

You went to crawl off, to move away and give him some air, but he locked you in place.  “I’m not done,” his voice was muffled.  You giggled at the sound of his lips smacking, but then you quivered at the way he continued to lap at your slit .

Once his grip loosened, you moved to get off of him completely, but he coaxed you back to sit on his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.  

When he lifted his head up, his chocolate eyes were human again, his pale skin smeared with blood; down his chin, across his cheeks, even the tip of his nose.  He bit down on his bottom lip and sucked it through to catch some of the excess, giving a contented sigh.

You reached behind you to feel the outline of his cock straining in his denim. 

“Yeah?” He asked, searching your face as he moved to undo his belt buckle.  “You want that?”

You nodded, at a loss for words at what was happening. Once you heard his jeans unzip, you sent your hand down to breach the elastic of his boxers, salivating when you found the wet tip.  “Can I?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie reach down over your legs to push his jeans down further, releasing the thick, hard length. “You don’t even have to ask.”

He lifted his head to watch  you line his cock up with your dripping hole, and when you began to ease down, your warm, wet walls contracted around the head and Eddie hissed.  Your mouth opened as you sank, needing the way he stretched you out to the point that it was almost painful.  

You gasped as you bottomed out, meeting his hooded gaze.

“You know, you can have this whenever you want,” he breathed. “This is all yours.”

“All mine? No one else’s?” You were riding him now, teasing him at the tip with a few muscle clenches before dropping all the way down again.

You lowered your torso so that your bodies were pressed together and Eddie bucked up into you deep and slow a few times. 

Your lips were an inch or two away from his, and you watched his eyes go black again as another hunger seized him.  “Tell me,” you pushed. “Tell me that you belong to me now,” you purred.

Somehow, you could feel another orgasm mounting when the smell of your blood on his lips crowded your senses.

He slotted one hand at your jaw, thumb cradling your ear, and with the other, he coaxed your hips down to take him deeper, and his thrusts snapped up to meet you.

“I’ve always been yours,” he whispered it around a hard swallow, just before your mouth came crashing down, tasting yourself on him, wanting to inhale his words so they could feed you in a different way.  There were tears building for some reason, and you blinked your eyes open to meet his gaze, to see if he was emotional too.

And then, you woke up.

It took you a full minute to adjust to the harsh, unwelcome morning light as you became aware of the full sun exposure of your bedroom. 

You coughed a few times, feeling the wind get literally knocked out of you when you realized the truth of the situation.

You’d had too many vampire Eddie sex dreams to count at that point, ever since you’d ingested his blood that night after you were attacked, but this one in particular left your heart heavy and your pussy aching.  

Normally, you’d have to reach for your vibrator to finish yourself off when you woke up from the throes of one of those wet dreams, but this time, you only felt sad, and the desire for pleasure was gone as soon as you adjusted to reality.  

You hadn’t fallen asleep in front of the tv, Eddie had never come knocking, and the two of you had never so much as kissed.  You also had not caught a glimpse of him in over a week, since he’d taken you to visit Sacrament, the vampire bar in The Upside Down.  You’d seen a different car at his place a few times, probably just popping in to take care of his cat, but other than that—nothing. 

You wondered where he went at night, and you wondered if he ever thought of you.  

In real life, you wanted nothing to do with him, but these vampire-blood induced dreams were really starting to mess with the integrity of your resolve. 

Also, you realized that you’d just started your period.

You stood wearily from your bedside and carried the remnants of a familiar disappointment with you to the bathroom, and then the kitchen, angling for some coffee to make it better.  You poured water into the Brewmaster you found at a thrift store and flipped it on to percolate while you went to water your one plant in the window. 

Your eyes lifted groggily to look outside as you hydrated your potted friend and noticed that Eddie’s GTO was parked out front of his place.  The blackout curtains to his trailer were all pulled shut so tight, you couldn’t get a glimpse inside, so at least you knew he was home.

Suddenly, you were flooded with a sexually frustrated irritation that made you curse his name into the void.

Part 7

#vampire!eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson series #eddie munson smut #period sex #tw: blood #vampire sex #Death Becomes Us #True blood au #vampire eddie munson #Spotify

[ohbo-ohno]

thinking about ghost with his puppy reader who is on their period. but ghost just keeps calling it their ‘heat’. and it’s not cramps, it’s just her being needy to be filled. his puppy might be confused but ghost is way more versed on how to properly take care of her

mean and semi-dark ghost below the cut <3 cw for implied noncon pet play and period sex

ghost refusing to give you any painkillers or real comfort because you're not really on your period, you're in heat :( you don't need drugs to help, you just need a cock in your cunt. he'll fuck you as often as he can (might even take viagra or smth to fuck you for hours, totally gaslights you about how needy and desperate you are)

makes you stay in the cage unless he's fucking you because he doesn't want you making a mess everywhere in the house, leaving a trail of blood for him to clean :( fucks you while you're eating from your bowl to "plug you up" and then makes fun of you and shows you how much blood is on the floor

tells you it's your fault you're in heat anyway :( need to get you pregnant, need to make sure it takes, so you don't have to suffer so much every month :( when you cry over his treatment of you he coos and holds you close, tells you don't cry, love, it won't be much longer now. i know, i know, you just wanna be pupped, hm? it's alright, don't cry now, we'll have you growing my babies in no time

#asks and answers #ghost riley x reader #dark fic #can you tell im actually Not into the idea of period sex like at all lol #bo writes

[aspiring-pansy]

If you don’t want to read about period sex turn away now lol.

Two little bites from my ineffable wives nun fic I’m working on. Let me know what you think

#period sex #ineffable wives #good omens #fem aziracrow #fem aziraphale #fem crowley #nun aziraphale #nun crowley #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #good omens writing #my writing

[livyjh]

Not Sorry

Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: period sex with Joel. (Condoms are somehow available. Don’t ask. I don’t know either. Use your imagination ❤️)

A/N: short period fic because I’m currently on mine. I almost made this really really filthy but I got nervous bc I didn’t know how everyone would feel about blood. Let me know if you’d like to see a dirtier version 👀

The dirtier version: here

Joel Miller Masterlist

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“We don’t have to, baby.” You smile up at Joel as he looms over you.

“I want to.” He grins and leans down to kiss you.

“It doesn’t gross you out?” You raise a brow.

“Jus’ blood.” He shrugs.

“Alright. Be my guest. Let’s put a towel down, though?”

He nods and gets up, grabbing a towel from the bathroom. You get up and he lays it down on the bed, a dark blue towel to protect the sheets.

You’re both already naked from the waist up, so you pull down your pants, eyeing the pad in your underwear to see how heavy the flow was looking right now. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t exactly light either.

Joel mirrors you and finishes undressing himself as he watches you get into the bed with your hips and ass on top of the towel.

He climbs onto the bed between your legs, getting you both into the same position you were a few minutes ago.

He leans down to kiss you as his right hand reaches down to brush two fingers over your clit. You shiver at the feeling, clenching around nothing as your hips bucked up.

“Need it that bad, huh?” Joel’s fingers pressed harder as he rubbed circles around your bundle of nerves.

“Always n- need you, Joel.” You stutter the words and nod before you kiss him.

He smirks against your lips, his hand moving further down to press against your entrance. You knew you were going to be extra wet, the blood acting as a lubricant of sorts.

He pushes his middle finger inside you and groans at the feeling of your soaked pussy. You bite back a moan, loving the way his thick digit slipped into you so easily.

As he starts to thrust his finger in and out, you start to breathe heavy. His lips move away from your mouth as he plants kisses along your jaw, down to your neck.

His scruff against your skin is heaven as he kisses your throat. One of your hands is on his shoulder, the other traveling up to play with the hair at his nape.

He adds a second finger, stretching you just slightly. You tilt your head back in pleasure, hips rolling up for more. Joel took this as a hint to add a third finger, making you whine as he picked up the pace.

“Fuck…” you breathe the word, tugging his hair gently.

He growls against your collarbone as he curls his fingers, finding that spongy spot inside you.

“Joel!” You cry out his name, toes curling and chest heaving.

“That’s my girl. C’mon.” You feel him smile as he continues his ministrations.

“Please.” You gasp, pulling his hair harder.

He groans in response, biting down on your neck as he gets rougher with his hand. “Need to cum, Y/n? Gonna cum on my fingers?”

“Y- yes. Ohh!” Your whole body tenses as you tip over the edge, orgasm wracking your body.

“Atta girl. Fuck.” He leans up to kiss your lips again, making you moan as he gradually slows his hand.

You feel his fingers pull out and you look down to assess the damage you’ve done. His first three fingers were covered with a thin layer of your juices mixed with blood.

“Sorr-“ you start.

“Uh-uh. Don’t apologize.” He shakes his head and wipes his fingers on the towel beneath you. “Told you, I want this.”

You gulp and nod up at him, smiling a little. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom from the drawer, sitting up on his knees to open it. He pinches the end, unrolling it over his thick cock. You lick your lips while you watch, excited to have him inside you.

He positions himself over you, supporting himself with his left arm as his right hand guides his dick to your dripping cunt. You look up at him sweetly through your lashes, spreading your legs wider.

He laughs darkly, knowing how much you wanted him inside you already. So, he starts to push forward, pressing into you.

The stretch was incredible, making you let out a string of moans as he sheaths himself inside you. His right hand comes up to cup your breast, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your nipple.

“Please move, baby.” You beg him.

He grins at you and slowly pulls out before suddenly slamming back in.

“Joel!” You keen at the feeling, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Fuckin’ warm… and wet.” He leans down and nips at your earlobe, pinching your nipple. He thrusts again. Then again.

“Always soaked for you.” You breathe.

“I know, good girl.” He licks the shell of your ear and you shiver violently.

Your nails are digging into his shoulder at this point, your other hand tangled in his short curls.

It’s loud, how wet you are, Joel fucking your bloody, aroused pussy. It’s almost embarrassing but you’re too turned on to care.

He’s moving quickly, eager to get you both off. His right hand moves away from your breast, down your stomach and to your clit. He presses his thumb against it before rubbing it in small circles.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” you whisper quickly, chasing your release. You’re getting closer by the moment.

“That feel good, sweet girl?” He’s panting as he fucks you into the mattress.

“S- so good!” You whimper as his thumb adds more pressure. “Don’t stop.”

He’s grunting with each thrust when his hips start to falter, losing rhythm but still moving fast.

You pull his face up so you can kiss him, whining loudly when you came. “Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel-“ you repeat his name as your orgasm washes over you and makes you arch up into him.

“M’right here.” He reassures you, cumming himself a moment later. He groans low in his throat while he keeps thrusting, eventually slowing to a stop.

As he pulls out, you feel a little liquid pour out of you, making you moan softly at the sensation.

Joel gets up carefully, disposing of the ruined condom before getting back into bed next to you. He cuddles up next to you, hoping you’re able to leave the towel on the bed until morning, worrying about it later.

“That wasn’t… like, disgusting for you?” You ask, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

“Felt real good, actually. Uh… better than usual.” He admitted.

You smile to yourself at his confession. You were glad this wasn’t something you’d need to be afraid of doing anymore.

#fanfic #fanfiction #smut #imagine #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel the last of us #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #joel x reader #joel tlou #joel miller x you #TLOU #tlou hbo #period #period sex #the last of us #the last of us hbo #soft!Joel Miller

[sleepy-wyvern]

This is annon because I don't want this on my Main blog. Would you be comfortable with writing Eddie Munson × female!reader having period sex? In the " I have heard that it helps with cramps" kinda way ?

Sure thing Nonny I gotchu! I forgot to include in my FAQ that I don’t mind period blood. Somehow that totally escaped my brain while writing it lol. Thanks so much for sending in a request dolly, no worries about being anon at all. I thought this was the perfect excuse for some shower fun, I hope I do your request justice and that you enjoy!

"For Science" Menstrual Comfort

Eddie Munson x female!reader SMUT

CW: menstrual topics, playful biting, unprotected sex 18+ explicit minors dni

Tags: period sex, fingering, p in v, shower sex, curvy reader

Pet names: baby, darling, sweetheart (no use of y/n)

Word count: 2.1k

You snuggled up against Eddie, slowly shimmying your ass against his crotch as you reposition yourself. 

Today you stayed home from work because of your menstrual symptoms, and although you insisted it was okay Eddie wanted to be by your side at all times. He cooked you breakfast himself, he learned exactly the way you liked it down to how much milk and sugar in your tea or coffee. He also took out the trash, swept the house and watered the plants. He even had a load of laundry in the washing machine, trying to do everything he could think of to lighten your burdens.

You knew that today Eddie wouldn’t bring up the prospect of sex to you because although there is never a time he would say no to you, today was about what you wanted solely directed by you. It was increasingly difficult for him to not initiate something as you lay in bed together, your ass up against him, feeling the way your curves fit perfectly into his grip around you. He wondered if you were doing it on purpose to test his resolve. 

“You know Ed’s…” you trail off your question. 

Seeing you so vulnerable filled him with a sense of protection, he wanted to hold you there, keeping you safe from the world. He’d give you anything you wanted, and desired you somehow even more. But he kept his eyes on the tv, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear and burying his lips into the top of your head to distract himself. Just say the word, and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. 

“Uh huh?” His attention quickly shifts from the show and onto you. 

You tugged at your shirt nervously. Today you wore an oversized Metallica shirt you had stolen from Eddie along with some old pyjama pants you had. You decided to try period panties instead of your usual tampon or pad this time around, wearing old pants just in case. 

His hand was underneath the fabric of your shirt as you requested, slowly massaging your pelvic region to try and mitigate your cramps. Something about the hold he had on you drove you mad. You knew enough was enough and you had to do something about it. 

“I think I wanna take a shower,” you rubbed your lips together. 

“Okay, yeah, sure darling whatever you need,” as he loosened his grip on you, you immediately missed his touch and were reminded of the aching pain in your body.

He lifted your weighted blanket off of you both, the cool room air making you shiver. You reluctantly stand, motivated only by your plan you had hatched in your head.

Eddie pauses the show for you before going to grab your towel as you make your way to the bathroom. He sets the towel folded neatly near the shower and takes his lighter out of his pocket. You smile to yourself watching his thumb flick a few times before a bright orange flame sprouted up. He brought it up to the candle you had sitting on the counter top, filling the room with your favourite aroma. 

He turns to you then, his eyes darting around the room as he does wondering if he missed anything. “Alright, did you need anything else?” He asked, his eyes finally landing on you. They were large and brown, looking at you with warm love. 

“Ed’s, I’d like you to join me,” your cheeks turn pink as you blush and he’s taken aback by your request. He tries his best to not accept it too hastily, to show you he wasn’t just doing this to see you naked. 

“I’d love to,” he replied and he was just happy to wash your hair and scrub your back. But you wanted a little more than that. 

“You know Eds I was thinking,” you trail your fingers along his waist and unseat her his waistband, tugging him towards you. You could already see the bulge lift in his pants. 

“I read online that sex is good for your period” your eyes look up to meet him and a wicked grin grows on his face. 

“Oh is that so sweetheart?” He licks his lips after he speaks, pressing them together. 

You undo his belt buckle as you smile back at him. You’ve done it enough times by now you could do it with your eyes closed. Plus you knew it drove him mad the way you stared into his eyes while you dropped the belt to the floor with a light thud and clink of metal against the tile. 

His hands slide underneath the fabric of your oversized t shirt “well, I guess I could oblige,” he sighs pretending to be as uninterested as possible with a sly smile on his face to let you know he was being playful “you know, in the name of science.”

“Yes, of course,” you giggle as he pulls your shirt up and over your head, something he had wanted to do the entire morning knowing you had no bra underneath. 

You pull him closer to you again, undoing his jeans quickly, unzipping his fly and feeling yourself getting wet for him. 

He pulls his hellfire tee up and over his head while you shimmy out of your pyjama bottoms, feeling your wetness against your thigh. He was sure to flex his arms and shoulders in the way you liked as he did, showing off his torso for you. 

You smiled teasingly back at him before turning to get into the shower, letting him have full view of your ass.

His eyes move down your body hungrily “wow,” he whispers tracing the curves of your body with his eyes. 

You enter the shower feeling the warm droplets touch your shivering skin. Brushing your hair back with your hands you let the water flow over you. Before long Eddie joins you, first laying his hand gently on your waist as the water dampens his hair. Quickly his desire takes over as he grasps at your love handles. 

You turn to face him, the water trickling down your back as you do. You wrap your arms around his neck and your lips meet in a loving, heated kiss. His hand moves to your breasts as he gently runs his fingers over you, careful due to your increased sensitivity. You tilt your head back as he toys with your nipples, moving his lips to your neck. He trails kisses beneath the droplets of water before gently sucking, his other hand pulling your body into his. 

You let out a gasp of air, the faintest moan as he nibbles at your neck, thumb swirling against your skin. He moved his fingers down between your legs, feeling how wet your entrance was. He smiled with eyebrows raised as he brushed his fingers against you. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, giving your ear kisses “you just always overtake me with how lovely your entire body is.”

You giggle at him, a little flustered by his response “you know you don’t have to flatter me like that, you already have me here naked” you turn away from him then, letting the water hit your face. 

“I know,” he wraps his arms around your body and you can feel his hard on pressing against your butt “but that won’t ever stop me from worshiping you like you deserve,” he whispers lovingly into your ear. 

You bend your body over, grinding your spread ass up against his crotch. He grabs at the roundness of your ass cheeks as you do, unable to resist. He brings his fingers to your entrance before easily plunging in, making you let out a moan that was louder than you intended, sending sparks through Eddie’s entire body. 

You spread your legs eagerly for him, granting better access. He moves his fingers inside of you lovingly, testing different motions to see what elicits the best response out of you. The feeling was no less than divine but you wanted- no, needed- more of him.

“Ed’s,” you whimper, hands pressed against the wall of the shower. 

The water flowed over your arched back and you felt it dribble down your thighs. You turn your head to catch a glance at him, his wet hair pressed against his neck. He looked into your eyes sweetly as he continued fingering you and you knew he’d give you anything you wanted. 

“I want your cock,” your lip quivered as you spoke “please,”

“Whatever my baby wants,” he ran a hand lovingly over your back sending chills through you.

You close your eyes letting the sensations take over, feeling his tip slowly press against your throbbing cunt. You were glad the wall was there to steady you as he slowly, yet easily, slipped into you. The tight pressure never felt so good, distracting you from everything else. Your body shakes as he fully enters, hitting the back of your cunt. 

“Is-is that okay?” Eddie stutters, grabbing at your ass. 

“Mmhmm” you mumble before realizing he may not hear you against the rushing water “keep going,” you say louder this time. 

He pulls out a little before sliding back in, pushing you against the shower wall, this time letting out a loving moan. He takes this as a good sign of encouragement, thrusting in and out more, motivated by every movement and every sound you make. He was gentle at first, afraid somehow being on your period it would hurt you. But before long he was grunting as he held your ass, ramming into your slippery cunt. 

Your sweet high pitched moans sounded like a song against his deeper grunts and thigh slapping against the water. It was a perfect combination, an irresistible one and it had Eddie feeling like he would finish before he should, so he slowed to a stop.

You were curious as to his intention, opening your eyes to watch him. The sight of him inside you made you squirm as he offered you a shaken lustful smirk. He moved his fingers to your cunt, rubbing against you until he found your clit. 

Closing your eyes again you let out a moan “yes-yes! There there,” you beg him, biting your lower lip as he runs circles over your clit. 

Your mouth droops open as he toys with you, letting out quick gasps of air. His cock throbs inside of you as your walls tighten against him enjoying the attention. You felt your pleasure building up as you clench your fingers against the wall, he starts thrusting into you again, slowly as sure to not interrupt his finger work. 

The feeling was too much as it pushed you over the edge of orgasm, as your cunt clenched against him he knew you finished. He moved his fingers to caress your back instead. 

“Good job baby,” he whispered, the words fluttering through your chest. 

He continues to thrust into you, faster now. Your body presses into the cold shower wall, still limp and numb from pleasure. You bring a hand back to your ass, squeezing it and spreading it for him, pressing back into him. 

As the feeling in your cunt returns you moan in overstimulation doing your best to keep from squirming. He grabs your hips to help as he grunts, he lets out a gasp and you knew he was there, cock twitching inside of you as he released his orgasm into you. Your heart beats in your ear drums as you let out a deep breath of air, feeling satisfied and filled with him. 

He pulls out of you grabbing at your waist as you straighten your body. You turn to face him with a large smile on your lips. 

“Have fun darling? Cause I sure as hell did” he laughed with joy in his eyes, pulling your body up against him.

Your bodies touched in a warm loving embrace, he never felt so good as the water ran down you both. He held you close and tight with strong loving arms and your cheek pressed into the tattoo on his chest. 

“My cramps are gone” you say against him, grinning wildly. 

“Well well well, guess we’ll know what the doctor orders for you the rest of the week,” he kisses your forehead as you laugh.

You look up into his brown eyes, his hair caked against his forehead in wild wet curls. You fake a disappointed sigh, betrayed by the upward tilt in the corner of your lips. 

“I guess if it’s what the doctor says I need,” you reply before sharing a deep, loving kiss. 

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As always, hope you have a great day my lovely reader!

💙💙💙💙

-Wyv

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[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Caught red handed

Miguel x Spider-Reader (gender neutral but AFAB)

Warnings: Period sex, oral, fingering, some pred/prey, stalking?

Summary: Miguel catches your scent and it activates something in him.

I know he's not a vampire but just let me play in the space rn ok?

It was just a precaution. He looked into every spider person that joined. He just had to be sure they weren't going to be a problem down the line. That's the only reason.

"Keep telling your self that Miguel." Lyla chirped over his shoulder. Her smug smile grating on him. She was right of course, which only made him more furious.

Miguel had spent the whole day watching you through the screens. Peaking in on your cannon events at first but it'd slowly moved towards obsession. He had to know everything, see everything. He watched you at home, your civilian life on public transport.

He watched you at your day job, inches away from his screen, dark circles sickly looking under the yellow light. Miguel watched you smile at coworkers whilst gripping the control panel until it cracked. Then you were making excuses to swing off, protecting your world from villains.

A loud buzz snapped him from his focus. An anomaly, an anomaly in your universe! He didn't even consider sending anyone else and was through the portal before he'd even checked what it was.

He arrived in an explosion, pouncing to a near by wall, claws digging into the concrete. It was a green goblin and a rather futuristic one at that. He whizzed above in the night sky, cackling wildly and throwing orange grenades with reckless abandon. Dammit he should've arrived better, he cursed preparing to pounce.

Then there you were, tight body suit and graceful movements, spinning through the air. Webbing shot out, catching each bomb before they went off, gathering them to swing right at the goblin. Miguel was impressed, you were leagues beyond a lot of the other Spiders but that came with your years experience.

"Hey Miguel! Hope you like 'em extra crispy!" You quipped as you swung past him. He groaned, rolling his eyes. Of course you were still a Spider after all, the annoyance came with the territory.

He moved to follow before something stopped him. A scent unlike anything he'd smelt on you before. At first the copper tinge worried him, had you been hurt before he arrived? No there was something under that, a sweet ambrosia that had his head spinning.

"Welp that was easy!" You chirped landing in front of him. Miguel was only vaguely aware of the portal you opened, dropping a bound and swearing goblin through. "Hope none of the Spider-teens are through there right now," You continued but all Miguel could focus on was the buzzing in his claws, his teeth.

"You know cuz of the swearing... hey you okay bud?" Your voice drifted closer, the smell intensifying. Miguel doubled over and you were by his side in an instant.

"Don't" Miguel yelled, your hands freezing before they reached his shoulder. His body shuddered, the scent was all around him. He dug his claws into the building. He could see your feet stuck standing horizontally as you watched him.

"Oh no..." Lyla began before her hologram fizzled away. Sure Miguel had been around other Spider-people when they were on their periods but this was something more.

"Do I need to call someone..." You began, inching forward again. A fresh wave of the scent crashed against Miguel. Any resistance he had was hanging on by a thread.

"You need to run." He strained, finally meeting your masked face. You looked startled, frozen on the spot, a deer in headlights. "NOW!" he roared.

You shot off, the sound of your web shooter firing away from him. It was a mistake, Miguel realized it the moment you moved. He should have got you to walk away, slowly, maintaining eye contact or through the portal. Now you were a rabbit and he a fox

He didn't even know when he moved, just that he chasing you. Claws raking through metal and stone as he tore his way after the scent. He needed it, he needed you. His whole body seemed to ache and the dull throb in his crotch drove his feral pursuit.

For your part you ran well, moving quickly, silently, shifting directions to try and shake him. You couldn't know how stupid that was, no matter where you went he could follow the scent.

You swung silently into an abandoned warehouse, darting quickly past the pungent chemicals. The idea came as you'd ran, in both the dark and quiet it'd be easier to hide. If your theory was correct too, the bleach should mask you.

What was happening? You seen Miguel loose it before, anger blinding him as he tore after a villain but this was different. You'd not been fighting, so why would he be after you? He couldn't want to hurt you.

You were plastered to the wall, chest heaving in... fear? No you'd never been afraid of Miguel. Sure he had those fangs, claws, height but he was kind past his gruff exterior. He had a melancholy about him that made your heart ache. No you weren't scared, you were excited?

"Y/n... I know your in here... come to me Conejita" Miguel purred through the gloom the sound coursing excitement through your veins.

Miguel's eyes worked best in dark like this, he could clearly see the pungent chemical vats. His clever girl, you were hiding where that sense would be diminished. Still he wasn't thrown. If he was closer he'd smell it again he was sure. So he kept his movements were slow, quiet, stalking around the catwalks as he searched.

There was an intensity to him you'd never seen. Shoulders swaying like a panther as he continued his search. You stilled as much as you could, breath held as he passed bellow. Stuck to the ceiling was your best bet you supposed, he had a harder time scaling walls that you did.

Still the excitement bubbled in your stomach, a heat beginning to pool at the thought of being caught. It made you feel guilty, something was wrong wasn't it? You shouldn't be so excited to be caught by your friend, he wasn't in his right mind surely. He passed through a door and you let yourself fall silently to the ground, turning to sneak off again.

"Querida" his voice breathless against your ear. You squeaked, turning to face him. He towered over you, breathing rapid and hot against your mask, eyes zeroed in. Your arm flew up to sling your escape but he caught the wrist. Miguel pulled your arm up over his head as you now dangled inches from his face. No quip came to mind.

His mask was gone, pupils blown as a cheshire grin exposed dripping fangs. In a moment you planted your feet on his chest, his grip loose enough on your wrist to slip out. Springing off, you landed a few meters away but your escape was short lived.

His body slammed into yours, one arm encircling your waist and pinning your arms to your side, the other pulling you even closer to back into him and gripping your thigh. The claws tore at the fabric as he held on tight but didn't graze the skin. He was plastered to your back, hunched over your form, nose pressing against your throat.

"Tesoro, mi tesoro, why do you resist?" He groaned out, his hard member pressing against your rear. You couldn't help but gasp as his hand slid up your body. He paused to massage a breast, earning another sweet noise from you.

Still your feet stumbled, toes scraping for purchase on the ground you'd been plucked from. You were stronger than him, the spider bite made sure of that but in this position it'd be hard to free yourself without hurting him. That and your own resolve was melting away moment by moment.

"I've seen the way you ogle me at HQ, you want me too..." He growled against your suit. It frustrated him, too much between you both. He pulled your mask off first, admiring the flush in your cheeks and messy hair in the reflection of metal container ahead. If you looked this good already he could only imagine how good you'd look when he was through with you.

"You're not thinking straight Miguel" You hissed through teeth as you felt fanged teeth scrape against your throat. They were sharp, nicking a tear into the neck of your suit. Miguel stilled a moment, arms still tight against you.

"I've wanted you since we met." He confessed against your throat before pressing warm lips to the searing skin. "Please...mi amor" He continued, kissing up to your ear. Your breath shuddered out, feeling limp against his loosening hold.

He was giving you an out, enough room to escape if that was what you really wanted. His claws drawn in, head turning into his shoulder.

"Miguel..." You shifted in his hold and for a terrible moment he felt like you would leave. Instead you turned, weight still resting in his arm. Your arms now free you lifted hands to cup his cheeks, each point of skin against skin burning.

He melted into your touch, turning his face to kiss into your palm. His eyes half lidded as he searched your face for an answer. Your eyes were cast down, staring intently where his lips met your skin. He shifted forward, your hands yielding to the movement.

You kept your eyes locked on his, skin tingling and a gnawing need growing stronger. Your eyes darted back to his lips for just a second before he surged forward.

Miguel's kiss was desperate, hungry, making up for lost time. He stepped forward swiftly backing you against the cool metal behind you. You gasped and he used the space to explore further into your mouth. His weight pressed against you pinning you to the vat.

It was intense, overpowering, his fangs gently moving to nip at your lip. He was still in control, holding back from tearing skin but he could still felt that burn in his mouth.

His hands roamed, squeezing and caressing their way to your hip, savoring every sound he swallowed from you. Before he tugged the garment down.

"Wait." You turned your head, breaking his kiss. He stilled, waiting for your rejection. "I...um..I'm on...like Aunt flo..." you were cut off by his sudden laugh. It was light, teasing, an almost cruel chuckle.

"I know." He met your eyes again amused by the way your cheeks flared. "Can I?" he breathed against your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin.

"Yes." you moaned out as Miguel swiped his tongue against the light bruising. His hand dipping down between your folds, gathering the blood before running a thumb over your clit. You moaned his name, head flying back. God if he heard nothing more for the rest of his he'd be a happy man.

Miguel took advantage of the fresh unmarked skin you'd bared and continued his work marking it. He continued dancing his fingers through your heat, circling around your hole before delving a finger in.

You felt like putty in Miguel's hands, molding yourself against him as you arched off the cool metal as his thumb circled. The finger curled and you felt the tension in your stomach rise, the heat in your skin almost unbearable.

Then he withdrew causing you to mewl. He chuckled again his other hand holding your chin to face him. Then he brought the other hand to his lips, tongue lapping the blood from his fingers.

He watched chest swelling at your darkening eyes as he cleaned each digit. As much as he wanted to tease you the scent had done nothing to prepare him for the taste. This cock straining hard against his suit twitching.

"God I need to taste you." he moaned. Suddenly shifting letting your feet touch the ground again. If it wasn't for his vice grip on your hips, you were sure your buckling knees would have failed you.

You went to protest but his mouth was already against you and your words died in another keening whine. His nose pressing against your clit, shifting as he mouthed and drove his tongue inside you. His own groans and growls vibrating against you.

A knot tightened in your abdomen and your hands flew out to drip into his hair. He growled more, his nose brushing again and again against your sensitive bud until you snapped.

Your knees gave, only held up by his face and hands as you came. Waves of pleasure blinding you further in the gloom as he continued to eat you out through your orgasm.

After the last shudder left you he withdrew, hands trailing up your body to keep you upright as he stood again. Half lidded you kept your eyes on his, chest heaving. Your period smeared across his lower jaw, painting his lips. You both leaned together before a buzz startled you.

Both watches blinked to life, a call to return to HQ ASAP. Miguel stepped back, making sure you were secure on his feet before he let go. Whatever interruption this was he was going to kill them. His mask shifted over his face, before he pressed to answer.

You stood dazed as the portal rumbled open, pebbles drifting into the air as Miguel stalked over to his exit. He paused at the last moment, wide chest heaving and illuminated in the neon glow.

"I'll be right back."

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #spider man #across the spider verse #my fics #period sex

[levmada]

(Not me currently ovulating and meandering over to your latest fic after reading the asks that you answered about it)

I’m… I’m just… really not sure if I’ll be able to form another thought in my head that doesn’t involve being bred by kitty Levi… good god that may never leave my mind ever again…

i had this ready, but this was a very convenient ask👁 not kitty levi... but maybe youll like this.

finally.....the awaited third installment.. to my period sex series... dldr

link to piquant | link to crimson

//period sex, toys (vibrator), praise, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), creampie (f!receiving), dirty talk

“Wider for me.”

You hug the pillow to your face and groan as Levi inches your thighs further apart behind you—not out of pleasure, but the way moving jostles the dull ache behind your lower half.

“Shh…” He presses down on your back, encouraging you to arch, and strokes your hip in comforting circular motions. “It’s gonna feel better soon.”

The round head of the vibrator reappears on your clit, and you don’t need to look to know it’s slathered in a thin gleaming sheen of red and cream. He kept that nestled in your cunt, and made you keep it buzzing still while he laid out the towel and all but strip-teased you. Now you find yourself on your belly, your knees folded underneath you.

You whine, “Please… Please…”

“Don’t worry. I have you taken care of,” he says softly, and tender vibrations buzz to life. He nudges it close and rolls it in sweeping motions.

Your eyes squeeze shut, you uncontrollably rock into it, whining. Your cunt squeezes around nothing. “Put it in. Please.”

The only other thing you need besides the vibrations is to be filled, for the cramps to mellow and ease after a good fuck. You were hesitant before—Levi was the one who suggested this—but you’re irrationally desperate, willing to bed on your literal hands and knees.

He slots his knees outside of yours as his touch vanishes, and a soft sigh can be heard from behind you. You know he’s pumping himself in preparation to push in. “Levi.”

His hand comes down on your ass, just hard enough to make it jiggle before one thumb opens your cunt. “I’m getting to it. Look at you… you’re already dripping. Cute.”

You groan in frustration, rocking forward on the vibrations and reaching down to help pin your cunt open. “Enough fucking around, baby.”

You swear, he shakily chuckles, which dies as his round cockhead pushes past your rim. The breath you didn’t know you were holding collapses in a gasp. Your cunt clamps down, and a harsh curse sounds off behind you.

His hand moves from your cunt to your hip before he’s shoving inside, burying right down to his balls. The relief is instant and enormous. You grind out a moan. What Levi lacks in length pins open your cunt perfectly, filling you out so your silky walls clamp down, feeling every ridge as he pulls back. He gives you a smooth, deep pace from the start, making you unable to swallow a cry, an even louder one as the vibrations increase several notches. You cling to the pillow so you don’t evaporate, tensing. it’s so much more intense with vibrations nestled against your clit, and he’s teased you relentlessly.

“Feel better?”

You pant. “Levi Levi Levi—”

“So much tighter like this,” he groans, pausing to grind his cock in deep. When he starts fucking you again, the blunt slaps of his balls on your cunt join the buzzing of the toy. You’re louder than both.

The combination is mind-blowing. You can barely get out a warning before you turn rigid like steel and bend your back into a perfect arch.

Levi’s jaw drops open as the sea of silky heat surrounding him clamps down tight. It’s so wet it nearly ruins his rhythm, and not just from your gush.

When he pulls out, his cock is coated in sticky cum painted in wet red. His teeth grit. He slams back in, out, taking his time. He doesn’t pause—he knows he’s going to pull much more out of you before you can’t take anymore, and before he falls apart.

With your cheek pressed into the pillow, you keep that slack-jawed expression of utter bliss as the vibrations ebb, but he keeps fucking you with powerful snaps of his hips. Sweat shines on your temple. He shifts—hugging your hips with his thighs so you’re pressed underneath him, and bracing his hand slithered in your hair—which dramatically shifts the angle. You cry out your loudest yet, shivers wracking you every time he buries his cock.

“Close!” you squeak. A few thrusts later, you gasp from the bottom of your chest, he switches the vibrations to the highest setting, and you shriek out your second climax.

“There you go,” he moans, his head threatening to fall back. It feels like you come so much harder the second time, and you’re still not done with him. He strokes the strong vibrations through your slit, and makes himself groan loud and heavy as they tease his cock, close to where you’re connected.

“Fuck, fuck—!” You scramble for the sheets to hold onto, wrangled between your fingers. It's all you can say.

He pistons his cock in and out, finding a much more brutal pace with his hips. His cock is coated now, dripping onto the towel underneath, and there's barely any friction left.

He pulls out, shivers at what he sees, and visibly throbs as he takes the corner of the towel and cleans himself of a stringy red clot, along with much of the wetness.

Your crane your neck, gaping in confusion.

“It’s your fault,” he tells you indulgently. “So wet I can’t even fuck you anymore.”

He switches off the vibrations and puts aside the toy, then pushes three fingers into your cunt. They go easily. “You’re just dripping for it, huh?”

“Mm, I can’t… I can’t help it,” you pant out.

His fingers are thickly coated in sticky cum and blood when he pulls them back out. He uses them to direct your face towards him. You gape.

“That’s right. You’re just a messy girl. And I plan to make it worse.”

He drops your chin, smearing the rest on your hip.

“Fuck, Levi, you’re so dirty—”

"Whose fault is that?"

He cuts you off by sliding back into all that heat. Despite wiping a lot of it off, your cunt squelches embarrassingly loud as he picks up a slow, dragging pace. You gasp, scrambling to spread your shaky legs again.

This time, he takes his time working you up, between shallow rocking until you mewl, and then burying inside with a faster and faster rhythm. Draped over your back with his palm scrubbing your clit, you fall apart once again with a ghostly moan, whimpering, shaking as your climax rams through you.

He doesn’t stop. Blood like wine smears your belly, and up as he scoops your tit into his palm. Your nipples are rock hard, and you jolt when he pinches.

“Now do you feel better?”

You moan, and blather something incomprehensible around the drool pooling in the sides of your mouth.

“That’s okay, you don’t need to say anything,” he rambles. “I can hear you just fine.”

He realizes with startling clarity that he’s close as the words make your cunt tighten up on him again. He spits a curse and sits back on his haunches, his knees bent outside yours. His cock is nestled deep inside, and with both hands on your hips, he pulls you, rocking back and forth, using you. You hiccup a strained whine and push back, trying to fuck yourself.

“Can you give me one more?”

“Ye—uh-huh.”

Fucked out of your mind, and still willing to please him. With a renewed sense of purpose, he slams back in and pulls your back against him, nearly sitting up as he sinks back into a quick pace, though his rhythm is nearly dissolving. Your hand latches onto his hair, and the sweet sting makes him whine into your sweaty throat. He throbs thickly, feels himself rising.

You breathe in a wrecked whine. It sounds like you’re weeping. “So close—”

“Then come.”

He can’t say if you fall apart first, or him, just that your cunt is holding him like a vice when his balls raise and empty, shooting liquid heat deep inside. You moan, loud and wrecked by his ear as a groan slips out past his loose jaw. His brows are pinched as he unloads inside you, and just when he thinks he’s done, his cock pulses, and more shoots inside. All this fucking, and he’s barely been paid attention. He’s been pent-up, and it all comes unraveling now.

You both collapse to the bed in the aftermath, your panting the loudest sound in the room. He pulls himself up, and as his softening cock slips from your hole, crimson gush and thick milky cum dribble down your thighs and his cock, making a mess below. A thick amount of pride glows in his chest. “How about now?”

“S-So much fucking better,” you breathe into the pillow below, breathless.

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What if…cozy Astarion and Eleanor period smut?

#feeding alligators fic #these two shitheads #might write astarion and the forbidden nibbles #it’s period sex #there’s no advil in faerun #cramps fekkin HURT #know what helps cramps? #act 3 astarion would be so delighted