(nsfw, 18+)

5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Pairing: Re4!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

Summary: Leon Kennedy is on his way to pick you up in 5 minutes.

Warning tags: SMUT SO NO MINORS, NSFW, porn with plot, car sex, roleplay of rideshare driver x passenger, ooc leon (he doesn't hit the car), masturbation (female), sex (p in v), public sex, creampie, image taken from google and edited by me

Author's Note: heeey, i had this on my draft sitting for so long and wrote this from 11 pm to 2 am, in a frenzy. i had so much fun writing, (not so much fun editing this picture let me tell ya), so i hope you enjoy it too!

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Leon Kennedy is on his way to pick you up in 5 minutes. 

You blink at the message sent to your phone, confused. You had just finished a good walk in the park and could definitely walk back home, no biggie. The weather had been great, not too warm or humid. Your husband had other plans, clearly. You pinpoint your location to your driver, excitement growing inside of you.  

Not even four minutes later, the black Range Over enters the park's gates, and you start giggling. Before getting in the car, you must laugh as much as you need, you think. If your husband was doing this, he had an excellent reason.

The car stops by your side, and you open the backseat door. Inside, a handsome and familiar face looks at you in the rearview mirror.

"Leon?" You hold back a laugh, simply giving a timid smile. Leon asks your name, and you confirm. "Would you mind if I rode in the passenger seat, Sir?"

Leon mumbles an inaudible "Not at all." You know just calling Leon "Sir" has already affected him. You close the back door, open the passenger's and jump right in. Leon is wearing a black baseball cap over his golden locks, and you control another urge to not chuckle. To complete the look, he wears one of his tight black shirts (which makes his chest looks huge) and the black pants you love on him.

Leon is staying in character: it is weird he isn't smiling at your presence, but you are to be blamed for this. He is trying, and it is your fault.

You were the one who revealed, while drunk, how interesting it would be to get fucked in a car by a rideshare app driver if, of course, he was Leon. You knew it was a silly fantasy, but Leon considered it a great idea to surprise you at the right time. And the moment finally came, when you left the house ready for a walk, wearing a green shirt and those tight pants. 

"Is the AC okay, ma'am?" You are taken aback by how serious and smooth his voice sounds.

"Mhm, yes, thank you, Sir." But two could play into that game.

You can feel Leon staring at your gym pants, going up to your shirt and cleavage. You lied: the car was a little too cold, and your nipples, protected by your bra top, were starting to get hard, a fact that didn't pass unnoticed by your driver.

"Are you sure you are not cold?" Leon asks again, his blue eyes struggling to stay focused on the road. 

"Maybe a little," You admit.

Instead of raising the AC temperature, Leon places his warm leg in your upper leg. Surprised by the sudden touch, you don't move as Leon caresses slowly. 

"This help?" Leon murmurs, and you nod as his hand starts raising up slowly. "How do you plan on paying for this ride?"

"I have no cash on me. Or cards," You whisper, your body shaking with anticipation. Your eyes wander outside momentarily, not recognizing the empty road you are on and not even caring.

"I guess you will have to pay me in another way, then," Leon sounds decisive, a naughty smile playing on his lips.

"What other way, Sir?" You pretend to sound nervous, despite your body warming up. 

Leon answers by firmly pressing his thumb against your clit, as the rest of his hands grab the middle of your legs. Bastard, who knew your body so well by now. He rubs circles through the fabric, an approval hum coming from his chest.

"I think this could work."

You moan back a frail "Yes," spreading your legs open so Leon can have easier access. Your worries about him hitting the car don't even come to mind: you would trust Leon with your life. And the windows are tinted, so fuck it. Your head falls back against the seat as Leon continues with the lazy strokes.

"Touch yourself. Pull your top up."

You follow as told, pulling your shirt and top up until your collarbone. The cold wind from the AC makes you wince a little, the seatbelt scratching against your bare skin. You don't mind, your nipples so hard Leon licks his lips with desire. He also notices your chills, and suddenly you have your husband back.

"Do you want to raise the AC, sweetheart? I don't want you to get sick, and my hand is quite busy down here."

You nod, raising the temperature before going back on, pinching your nipples, a fire spreading in your veins. Typical of Leon getting worried about you getting sick like he doesn't have his hand in the middle of your legs.

"S-sir...Leon." You moan desperately, and Leon grunts an answer. You think he might pull over any minute now, but Leon continues driving, despite his attention flickering between you and the road. 

"Take your pants down. And your panties as well."

You take your gym pants down, together with your panties. When you place your feet into the seat, Leon momentarily loses control of the car, causing it to jolt to the left, but he quickly retakes control. You are going to be the death of him, spreading your legs like that, your body turned to him.

Fuck, Leon thinks. You look adorable, sexy, hot, spread like that, your pussy wet and ready for him. Your chest is rising up, and your face is heating up. He wants to stop the car and take you now, but Leon is committed to giving you what you want.

"Let-let me check" You hide a smile when Leon Kennedy stutters, but your smile disappears when your mouth turns into an "o" while he rubs his index finger, starting from your clit down to your entrance. He pulls in just the tip of his finger before pulling out.

Leon tastes his fingertip as if savoring it, making your stomach drop. You are so fucking glad you aren't driving this car, or you both would be dead by now.

"It should be enough as payment," Leon declares, not hiding his proud smile when he sees you even more embarrassed. He wanted to grab his phone and record it. Maybe next time, he thinks. 

Without wasting any more time, Leon shoves two fingers inside of you. Your head goes back against the seat and the window, the cold feeling good against your warm skin. He rocks his fingers slowly, admiring your pleasure expressions. 

"Look at the mess you are making on my seat," Leon says, smooth and proud. You look down, your wetness even more evident against the dark seat. Leon doesn't seem to care, pumping his fingers fast inside you. 

"Leon," You moan, desperate.

"I know, sweetie, I know." It is your Leon back again. You barely know how your husband is holding up, keeping you safe as your eyes glance at the hard cock between his legs. Your hand tries to approach it, but Leon shakes his head, a blush rising on his cheeks. Not if we want to live, Leon thinks. 

"It is about you now, okay? Be a good girl and touch yourself for me."

"O-okay." You sob. You take your fingers into your clit, rubbing in a circular motion, squeezing Leon's fingers even harder. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the knot on your belly. You are so close now.

"Open your eyes. Open your eyes, sweetheart."

You hear the command and obey, your eyes focusing on Leon's blue ones. He shares the attention between the road and your eyes. He is sweating, his other hand holding the wheel with his fists white. You want to touch him so badly, it hurts. Leon is panting now, jerking his fingers fast inside of you, your movements in your clit following the speed. You moan his name over and over again, finally releasing the knot in your stomach. You cum, tears in the corner of your eyes, as your head falls back. Leon only stops when your whole body just relaxes against the seat. 

The car jolts when Leon finally pulls over and locks the car doors, but you barely seem to register a drunken smile on your lips. He pulls his fingers out, pulling them inside your mouth.

"This is my tip. Come on. Lick them clean."

You lazily lick his fingers back, still trying to catch your breath. When he considers them clean enough, Leon pulls his fingers out of his mouth, his eyes entirely focused on you and only you. Your Leon seems back, releasing you from your seatbelt to pull you into his lap. You can feel his dick against your ass as Leon rubs your back.

"You okay?"

"Mhmmmm. Where are we?" You ask drunkenly.

"I have no idea," He chuckles while you hide your face in his chest.

"That's why you didn't come in the walk with me, you were plotting, sneaky bastard."

Leon chuckles, letting you relax for a few moments. He looks outside the car for signs of human presence, but there is nothing, just trees. No other vehicle has even passed since Leon was driving on this road. He doesn't want to push you to do anything you don't want, of course, especially after how much energy you just used. You seem to understand, though, turning off the car.

"What are you doing?"

"Deciding for you. Come here."

You release Leon from his seatbelt, pulling him to the backseat. You finally kiss, Leon's body covering yours, his clothes reminding you he is too dressed.

"I probably won't last," Leon states apologetically. With his help, you undress him leaving Leon only with his black boxer briefs. Leon finally throws your bra and shirt far away. You want to argue those were your favorites, but he steals another hot kiss from you.

A car passes fast, illuminating Leon and your faces for a second before disappearing. It doesn't have to be an idiot to understand what is happening inside, especially with the now car's foggy windows. You pull his boxer briefs down, and his cock presses against your belly, causing you to chill. You lick your lips, adjusting your position in your backseat as Leon's forehead frowns.

"Hey. Don't worry about it: if it is the police, you can just show your badge and say it is a secret mission or something."

Leon chuckles, knowing you are probably right. He tries to say something, but you finally stroke his dick, just the tip, and Leon is trembling in your hands, his blue eyes glowing.

"Shit, sweetie, one second."

"We don't have much time, Leon." You argue, impatience. You wrap your legs around his waist with your back leaning against the window and the car seat. Leon stands kneeling in front of you, one of his hands at the window and the other holding the seat behind your head. 

Leon enters you slowly, causing you both to groan. Leon is much louder than you, and the car starts shaking as soon as he starts moving.

"Shit, you feel so good. You liked your driver that much?" Leon teases, his golden locks rubbing your face.

"5 stars. Ri-right there, baby," You answer, holding him close to you. Leon knew precisely where and how to poke you with the right intensity. You try to stay silent, focusing on the noises of your pussy and Leon's groans. As his thrusts become harder without you even needing to ask, another car in a different direction passes, this time much slower, his high beam on. Leon notices your worried expression, pulling your chin back to look at him, and biting your mouth.

"Let them hear. I want them to see you are mine. Come on." Leon changes the angle slightly, and you scream, squeezing his triceps. He is thrusting so hard you can hear the car groaning. You forget about the existence of other cars and everything else, focusing your eyes on Leon's.

"S-so close," You sob, and Leon takes his hand to rub your clit. It takes two strokes until your body arches from the seat, shaking. You moan incoherently, while you close your hands in Leon's arms, as a way to keep you from passing out. Leon soon follows you, biting your neck as he cums deep inside of you, jerking his hips until the very last drop.

You two remain breathless. Leon's hair is damp with sweat, and he looks a mess. You kiss his cheek, looking at Leon's arm flexing so he doesn't put his weight on top of you.

"Are they gone?" Leon barely registers what you are asking, finally remembering the other car from earlier. He has to pass his hand over the window to take the condensations, searching. It seems that they left.

"They are gone."

"Bring me up, Leon, please."

He nods and gently brings you to your lap, still deep inside you. You just need a moment to catch your breath. You rest against his shoulder again, a happy and small smile on your face.

"Well, this tops the cowboy experience."

Leon chuckles, relaxing his head against the seat. When he starts feeling sleepy, Leon lifts his head, finding you already napping.

"I have to drive away soon, sweetheart. Before you fall asleep completely, why don't you wear your shirt and pants, okay?" You murmur something inaudible, and Leon smiles. He finds your shirt under his seat and your pants in front of yours and helps you dress, you more asleep than awake. Next, Leon pulls his shirt on and his pants, swearing low when he does not find his briefs. Guess he is going commando, then. 

Leon leaves you half-lying in the backseat, placing your seatbelt before jumping back into the driver's seat. He gives you one good look, sleeping peacefully, before finding his cap on the floor and placing it on his head. It is time to take you home.

Don’t Touch the Bunny: Satan (part 2)

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns.

Smutty smut

Minors and ageless blogs DNI. 18+

Female reader

MCxSatan

Satan Part 1

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MC releases a wicked smile. Glancing down at the needy, glaring demon who returns his gaze upwards. She twitches between her legs and feels herself getting wetter. Satan is probably one of her favorites to get riled up. She knows anything with cats catches his attention, and she barely has to tease him before he’s ready. But the dangerous concoction of the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup and the Lunatic Pudding, PLUS the spell MC had placed on Satan to keep him still but lock his eyes? She’s done it now.

Satan must have noticed her anticipation because he tightens his grip on her wrists. It’s his turn to play. He presses into her body. She can feel his full length against her pelvis. Satan now in demon form, bares his fangs before sinking them into the side of her neck. He’s quick to lick and kiss right over his bite to ease any pain that he may have occurred.

“Mrrrrrr,” MC purrs towards Satan. A feral growl leaves his throat. You’re playing a dangerous game, MC.

His hand that was on her hip now around her throat, just enough to hold her against the table. He smashes his lips against hers. Abusing her in his kisses, not shying away from his tongue. She moans into his mouth as his hand releases her neck and trails down and rubs over her clothed mound. Teasing her over her pants, she bucks her hips slightly to chase the friction. But he is quick to steady her movements by pressing her hip against the table.

Satan tsks. So needy.

Satan releases her wrists only to uno his waistband and release his throbbing cock. He tugs on her hair and pushes her to her knees. She grabs his pants and finishes taking them off completely on her way down.

“Be a good little kitten.”

MC licks her lips and looks up at Satan. She gently flicks her tongue across his tip, making him moan. He’s staring down at her meeting her eyes. She licks up underneath his shaft. Satan thrusts his head back and inhales sharply. Keeping his hand within her hair, she grips his base and starts twirling her tongue around his tip.

Wraps her mouth around the tip at first. She can still get some teasing done before she knows he’ll have his way. Sucking and twirling her tongue around. Then catching him off guard, slides his entire length in her mouth. He can feel himself hit the back of her throat. She slides up and down his cock, quickening and slowly down her paces.

“Mmm, such a good kitty, taking me all in.”

Satan pulls MC up from the floor still by her hair, and slamming her against the table once more. She licks her lips. He tears off her clothing, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his waist. Running her nails down his back. Using him like a scratching post she promised. He growls into her ear and he thrusts inside her without warning. Both screaming out in pleasure.

Satan fully inside her, slowly pulling back teasingly. Then pumping just the tip in and out. Getting off on her squirming for more.

“Now who’s the one begging?” Satan smirks.

“Please, baby.”

“Mmm, so needy.”

He pumps into her roughly. Slamming their hips together. Fucking her at an unforgiving pace. The club echoing in their screams and moans. Squeezing her legs tighter around Satan as she feels her orgasm approaching. He can feel her walls pulsating around him, making him brink closer to the edge himself.

“Baby, come with me.” His pace becoming uneven. She clenches around his thrusting cock as she screams out her climax. Satan following shortly after, filling her to the brink with his cum. Continuing his hips back and forth, slowing down his pace, until they both come down from their highs.

Satan breathing into the nape of her neck. Both their arousal dripping down Satan’s thigh onto the floor. He gently slides out of her and steadies her back down to the floor. Keeping his hands on her hips. Her legs shaking.

He takes her face in his hands and kisses her passionately. Pulling back and gazing lovingly into her eyes. He knew how to give it rough, but he was also the most romantic with her.

“You doing alright, kitten?” Stroking her cheek. MC smiles sweetly and nods.

“I told you I’d do more than make you purr, now didn’t I?” He bites his bottom lip. This demon always makes her feeling like SHE’S the one drunk off Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup.

She could consume him all day, every day.

ME-OW.

Laundry Day: Sanemi X F!Reader

Tw: Olfactophilia/osmolagnia (sniffing/smelling kinks linked to body odor), F!Reader that is a Hashira (breathing style/appearance not specified). Implied and stated dirty thoughts, pining from the reader, ending in a more mutual pining.

A/N: This brain worm needed to be born. Hopefully I can crank out the 2nd chapter soon that'll be nice and smutty. Yall enjoy ><

Hashira meetings were efficient, in more ways than one. If there wasn't something that required immediate attention, there were many things that could be said and done at Ubuyashiki Manor.

One of the biggest things to tackle? Laundry.

The life of a Demon Slayer, especially a Hashira, was a grueling and gross endevour. And more times than not, laundry was the biggest task to overcome on days with extended down time.

To make this burden easier, the Hashiras would often rotate out 2 or 3 slayers at a time to help each other catch up on laundry. As bonus, this would free up other Hashira's time to run other errands or take some time to themselves. This time was no exception.

During this cycle, Mitsuri was to attend to women's uniforms, while Sanemi was in charge of the men's.

Being a hashira yourself, you never really minded laundry much. And, you knew that Mitsuri HATED doing it all alone...

So there you were, strolling up to the usual room where yours, Shinobu's, and Mitsuri's laundry would be. And as you were nearing the door, you take a brief pause. You felt something was a little... off...

As you stood by the sliding door, you didn't see Mitsuri's visage... but Sanemi's. This was strange, because you knew for a fact that the men's washroom was a completely seperate room.

You were concentrating intently, ensuring that you weren't detectable. Luckily, your breathing technique helped to make sure your footsteps were silent.

The sliding door was cracked, which saved you the trouble of having to open it yourself... And now, you were faced with an interesting sight.

Mitsuri and Shinobu's clothing were left in their packs, seemingly untouched... but yours was dumped onto the floor next to the wash bin. He was stooped over it all, rummaging. You were a little unnerved, but couldn't help but feel your chest tighten.

It certainly wasn't a secret that you had pined for Sanemi... but... why now, was HE the one being secretive around you and your things?

And that's when you saw it. You nearly gasped when he found a pair of your undergarments. Your face heated up as he looked to them, running a calloused finger over the delicate fabric that you wore just a day or so ago.

And, before you could even process it, you saw him bring it closer to his face, and inhale deeply. Your mouth hung open, throat parched. You felt the awkward impulse to look away, but you couldn't help yourself... it was like watching a house fire: you simply couldn't look away.

You felt yourself become even more flustered as you watched the imaginary weight fall off of Sanemi' shoulders. His expression was hard to read, but you did notice his expression softening, especially in his eyes. Before something darker clouded them... a murkiness you hadn't seen before.

You see him take a pause, before looking toward the sliding door curiously. You panic, backing away with a start. But for what it's worth, he didn't seem to see you.

You hear a sigh, and some shuffling, before Sanemi's footsteps approach the sliding door. Your mind races, and your body immediately launches into full stealth mode. You practically flung yourself around the corner, crouching low to the ground to wait for him to exit.

You hear Sanemi enter the hallway, before turning the other way. Surely he was heading towards the men's washroom... or his own room.

Your mind was racing, still reeling from what you saw-- or at least what you thought you saw??

But who were you kidding!!! There's only one reason he'd do something like that with undergarments like that... USED ones, in fact.

You felt yourself sinking all the way to the floor, stooping over as you hold your flushed face. Sanemi was definitely a bit perverted... there's not a doubt in your mind about that. HOWEVER: you needed to know if this stimmed past you to the other Hashiras.

For a moment, you felt uneasy, knowing that Mitsuri and Shinobu would honestly kick his ass for this... but, your heart still fluttered at the thought that maybe, JUST maybe, he was secretly burning for you, too. And only for you.

You could barely contain yourself. The curiosity was killing you. You had to know the answer as soon as possible, or it'd eat you alive.

You waited a minute or two, to ensure you didn't see or hear anyone else, before briskly entering the laundry room.

While you're there, you may as well help Mitsuri get the laundry going... you start to sort the piles of clothes from the 3 Hashira's batches. And once you've fully sorted yours, you reached the conclusion you feared (maybe hoped for?)...

A pair of your underwear, for sure, was gone... BUT: Mitsuri's and Shinobu's remained untouched.

You didn't know whether to sigh in relief, or slap yourself silly. Your face was heating up again as you shuffled over to the washing basin. Maybe clearing your mind can help you rationalize things, and help you figure out how to confront your male peer.

You curse aloud, remembering that you'd still need to grab some water from the spring nearby--

"Oiiii~ someone there?" You hear suddenly, a familiar, sing songy voice cutting through your internal dialogue. You smile brightly as Mitsuri walks in, two large buckets of water in her arms.

"A-Ahh! Mitsuri-san! Thanks for bringing that in. I was actually coming to help you out a bit...," you stammer. But to your credit, you weren't lying.

Mitsuri all too happily dumps the water into the scrubbing basin and rinsing basin, giddy as she goes to hug you," Aww, I should be thanking you! You have everything already sorted! You've always been so sweet, Y/N-chan!" You laughed as Mitsuri nuzzles your cheek with her own, squeezing you tightly before pulling back.

"Well then, I'll gladly take the help! It'll be really nice to catch up with you too, after all this time Y/N-chan~!"

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After all the gossiping and scrubbing you've done, you hope to not lift a finger for the rest of the evening. But, watching the clothing billow in the summer heat made you feel accomplished.

Everything was hung and drying nicely, with hopes of being ready for tomorrow morning.

Mitsuri thanks you again for a job well done, and gives you the last of her sakura mochi to snack on (much to your protest). After bidding her well, you start to head to your room to relax until dinner.

As you continue on, your mind starts to wander again. Your eyelids grow heavy as the images run wild in your head. Sanemi didn't just take them by accident, no... he wanted them. He may have other plans with your undergarments, too...

Was it just a passing phase or an accident? A dare by Tengen? Trophies???

Your face turns a light pink at the thought. No, no, no... the way he breathed in and relaxed like that... was he-- would he--??

Your internal rambling was cut short, as you run face first into a firm chest. You reel back, reflexively apologizing before you tensing up. Sanemi was looking down at you, a half-hearted snarl on his face.

"Watch it, shortstack," he gruffs, curtly side stepping around you. You hesitate a moment, before turning a full 180.

"H-Hey!!! I actually... wanted to talk to you!" You blurt," I-Its urgent!"

Sanemi pauses, turning around to face you," Hah? About what?," he retorts, his eyes leering at you. You could feel his intensity more than usual, making you almost squirm under his gaze.

"A-Actually... I wanted to talk more... privately. I want to be discreet," you rasp out, trying to find your voice again. Why were you getting so shy now?!? HE should be the one that's embarrassed!!!

Sanemi huffs," Just bring it up at the meeting," he says dismissively, turning away," I'm sure whatever it is can wait until after dinner--"

Impulsively, you go to grab his arm, and in the blink of an eye, he has you by your wrist, halting your attempt to grab him. Both of you look to each other, one firmly and the other with a scowl.

"...Sanemi-san... for your sake, I would rather keep things... b-between us, for now. It's something... the others don't need to know about," you nearly whisper, though your tone is much more firm than before.

You look up to him, a glint of mischief in your eyes," It's a secret, if you'll have me..."

Sanemi, now seemingly interested, decides to let go of your wrist, turning towards you again,"... hmph. Well, I'm listening."

You sigh in exasperation, before shoving him playfully," Not here, dumbass!!! Somewhere more private!!" You spit back, your face hot and scrunched up.

Sanemi is quick to notice this, but also knows that the shove wasn't too serious. He sighs dramatically," Fine, fine... let's go to my room, then. It's around the corner," he states flatly, walking towards your destination. You're rolling your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. As if you didn't know where his room was. Wait... were you being a creep, too--!?

Your heart was thumping audibly in your chest, and it took a decent bit of concentration to calm yourself down. Ugh, this was a bad idea! An AWFUL idea!! You knew Sanemi's temper and how easily he gets worked up...

What was he gonna say if you confront him? Was he gonna flip out? Deny it to your face? Or would things take a more favorable route for you?

Your heart yearned for the latter, as the door to his room slid open. He stands to the side to let you in first, before following behind you. You hear the door come to a close, and an audible 'click' of the door being locked into place.

You were still facing away from him, calming yourself as you hear Sanemi sit on the floor.

"Might as well make yourself at home, since you wanna talk so badly...," Sanemi offers, though you didn't want to get that comfy just yet. You fiddled with the edge of your haori, before breathing in deeply.

You hold your breath for a moment, and exhale. Breathe... you're a Hashira, dammit. You deal with MUCH more troublesome things in your daily life.

You turn around after steeling yourself, and Sanemi is giving you a puzzled look. He gestures to the mat across from him, and you nod courteously as you finally go to take your seat.

Your eyes wander for a moment around the room. It's been a few hours since you've seen him steal your things... where would he hide it? The dresser to your right? In his own laundry bag? In his tatami--??

"Are you just gonna oggle at this room all day, or did you actually have something important to say?," Sanemi grunts pointedly, his eyes locked on you. He can sense something important was on your mind, but he couldn't get a clear read. So you'd have to take the lead on this, after all.

You sighed heavily again, your face heating up as you try to think of the best way approach this. Knowing Sanemi, he doesn't like beating around the bush.

"W-Well, Sanemi-san...," you start quietly, voice hardly above a whisper," I, uhm... was helping Mitsuri around the manor today..."

You notice Sanemi quirk one of his brows up at you, seemingly confused," Okay...?"

"A-And of course, with most of us having the evening free to spend the night here, I knew Mitsuri was gonna be doing the laundry, specifically hers, mine, and Shinobu's."

Sanemi's eye twitches. There it is.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat, sitting fully upright," A-And... all was going well, but... I noticed something a little off."

Sanemi was silent, waiting for you to continue. He was neither confirming nor denying anything at the moment.

You look to him, face hot and eyes intense, knowing you had a foot in the door,"... I know that I'm missing some of my things. I also know... that you were helping the other Hashira out with their laundry, too," you added, mentioning your male peers.

Sanemi scoffs, crossing his arms," Oh yeah? And are you accusing me of having something to do with your clothes being missing?," he retorts, his eyebrows still raised.

You clamp your fists tightly in your lap, your face shifting to a bright red," I-It's actually not a hunch, y'know...," you state calmly, trying not to crack under his gaze.

"...I know you took them. Because I saw you do it."

Silence.

A silence so thick, that you could carve it with your nichirin blade. You saw Sanemi's face visibly change, his incredulous expression being replaced with one of bewilderment and shock.

"I'm not sure I'm following here... I never touch the women's laundry," Sanemi snaps," Only the men's. And that's already gross enough," he adds, scowling.

You hold your ground, though your heart was about to beat out of your chest. You had no choice...

You immediately spout out a description of your undergarments. Down to the color and what the fabric was. The rips and frays it had... Sanemi didn't want to admit it... but he knew EXACTLY what you meant. You see his expression falter and shift again.

"... and here's the thing, Sanemi-san," you continue, scooting closer to the platinum haired man across from you.

"When I checked Shinobu and Mitsuri's laundry, neither of them were missing a thing. So it begs the question... why mine? And why did you take it with you?"

By this point, you were hardly a foot away, and sitting point-blank in front of him. Between this and your position between the door, Sanemi had a physical barrier between him and the exit... He wasn't getting out of this so easily.

You notice his eye twitch again, his cheeks tinging a dusty rose color. He narrows his gaze at you, tsking" I'm telling you, I wouldn't do something like that-- I didn't touch your damn stuff," he says defensively," Not to mention, thats a bold statement coming from my junior, Y/N-san--"

"I am neither your junior, nor being bold. We're the same rank, and I'm just stating facts," you snap back flatly, leaving him no room to budge.

Sanemi huffs in annoyance, not breaking eye contact with you for a second.

"Fine... while you're also a Hashira, you're also one of the newest..." Sanemi admits, as he leans closer. Your eyes widen, internally panicking as Sanemi inches closer.

"...and suppose that someone did go through your things, Y/N. And that Mitsuri's and Shinobu's stuff was untouched..."

His face was almost unbearably close, close enough to where you could feel the heat radiating off of him. Maybe he wasn't the only one who felt like they were on the hot seat right now...

"... what then, Y/N? What would you think about that?"

Your lip quivers at how low his voice gets. The way that Sanemi says this, it's like he's fully admitting to his little deed. Maybe he was egging you on...

And it certainly didn't take much to do so.

You hold yourself firmly, taking a quick glance to his lips before making eye contact again. While your throat was completely dry, you felt like you were practically drooling.

With how close you were to him, you were able to fully admire his features you liked the most about him...

The warmth radiating off of his body was just inviting you in...you felt yourself losing your resolve to hold back.

" I'd think...this person may be fixated on me, I'd suppose. But most of all, I'd be glad..."

You reach a hesitant hand upward, going to rest it on Sanemi's chest. You could feel his heart pumping steadily underneath his broad chest... knowing that it was racing just as much as yours.

Sanemi makes no sudden movements, but that hazy look you saw from before was starting to return to his eyes as you were nearly a careless brush away from his lips.

"...I'd be glad... because I've had eyes on you too, Sanemi."

kinktoberfest • lactation/pregnancy

character: armin artlert

show: attack on titan

word count: 1.1K

content + themes: nipple play, missionary, praise kink, finger sucking, squirting, calls reader mama, daddy’s used, crying (not dacryphilia), breeding

📝: I truly underestimated how hard it was to keep a drabble under 2K words yet how much work they are. Posting every day isn’t realistic but I still got yall! 🫶🏾

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they say that pregnancy for some is an extremely difficult time..the weight gain, the insecurity that comes along with it and the amount of pain sometimes isn’t worth it. Not to mention the weird cravings some develop. But for others…others have the time of their lives. They get told they’re glowing, that they radiate beauty and that bringing a new life into this world was a wonderful thing. You, fortunately, were on the latter end and were enjoying every second of it. Being a new mom for the first time was frightening but your loving, doting man was more than happy to help ease any discomfort. But that wasn’t the only thing he was willing to lend a hand with…

“Oh my gosh…right there. Please, you’re in my spot, baby. Don’t stop!”

“I know, I know…but I gotta slow down. We don’t wanna hurt the baby, angel.”

a soothing, cooing voice responding to you during what could only be described as passionate, raw..amazing sex. The very same love making that had landed you up in this predicament in the first place! A night of heavy drinking and fucking between a wife who despised protection and a husband who had an insatiable breeding kink. It was only a matter of time before the man you married only three years prior and had been in love with you since high school, Armin Artlert..would knock you up. He constantly talked about how he wanted to get you pregnant. How beautiful you’d look with his baby inside of you and that he’d ensure you never had to lift a finger to do a thing as long as you had him. After all, regardless of whether you bared his child or not, you were going to be his spoiled princess. A kept woman, deserving of a soft and easy life; who’s biggest decision of the day would be if you took the Benz Truck or the Audi to brunch with your girls. Any and everything you’ve ever desired was yours..sometimes you didn’t even need to ask. That’s why you felt zero qualms about carrying his kid. But it was once you were pregnant, did those intense feelings and sweet gestures increase tenfold. Especially sexually..he truly couldn’t keep his hands off of you! So you’d find yourself surrounded by rose petals on a soft, plush mattress. One he had prepared just for you.

“Armie..you’re not gonna hurt me, promise. The doctor said it was fine. So please—haaaa! Keep going.”

“Whatever you want, angel..I’ll give it to you..give you all this dick—fuck!”

your shrill voice cried out, pleading with your husband to continue pounding your pussy. At the moment, he had your legs pinned as far as they could withstand..surprisingly almost behind your head with his fingertips kneaded into your supple tits. They were swollen with perfectly erect nipples; they were so beautiful..so much so, he had teased them for nearly an hour whilst fingerfucking you on the couch. His lips latched around the swollen buds..gently mashing and massaging that sensitive flesh to drum up the one thing he craved more than anything. Which was to see them lactating. You had a preconceived notion that only women who had already given birth could do that but you were proven wrong when he began to squeeze at those nipples, gently suckling and rubbing circular patters on them with his thumbs. A few moments later, he felt a dampness underneath and was shocked to find that you began to emit milk… “oh fuck..that’s so sexy..” continuing his little onslaught on your breasts. He was enamored at this point and couldn’t get enough. Fast forward and his fingertips were back on them, working as a guide as he thrashed his cock around inside of you. “Mmmmph!! Arminnnn…” slamming it into that fertile little cunt. “My pretty baby…doing so fucking good f’r me. Taking daddy’s dick like this..fuck, I’m so proud of you.” The thought of breeding you once more, despite already being pregnant, was getting him incredibly aroused! Those icy blue eyes peering down at you with absolute adoration..

“You want me to nut in that pretty pussy, mama? Get you so full all over again?…fuck…you’d like that, huh?” The answer was already a given, apparent by how tight you were squeezing him and the tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. “Yes, daddy! Keep fucking me right there—shit!” You were so cute, he couldn’t help himself! Just as he posed his question, you’d whimper yet again when another stream of that translucent liquid came spouting from your nipples, which he’d swiftly swoop down to catch the remnants of in his mouth. “That’s ittt! Good girl…” simultaneously, sending you into hysterics as you squirm underneath him. To reward you, his thumb would glide in between those lips and you’d gently suckle them as a way to pacify your cries. That round belly bouncing against his pelvis with each smacking stroke..along with a membrane of silky slick. “You’re so wet, baby. ‘Feel so good on my dick…I love it.” Bringing forth absolute delirium from your man. He couldn’t hold out much longer and he damn sure couldn’t hold back. Not when you sucked him into those fleshy walls as if it were nothing…as if you never wanted him to leave it.

“I’m coming, baby..oh my God.. ‘m so close..wanna come in your pussy, please.” Those pathetic whimpers followed by his hand clutching the headboard. Your legs began to tremble from the immense pressure. Both of you shaking and whimpering; bated breaths leaving both of your mouths. Hovering over you, Armin huffed and cried out, urging you to release first. Reluctantly halting in his tracks after pushing him away. Suddenly, he’d be met with a shower of sweet nectar, raining down his abs. It was obvious that you couldn’t take another second so he’d clutch your calves and pin them back, feeding you a couple more sharp strokes just before he reached the end of his own stride and before you knew it…

“Ohhhh fuuuck..oh my God.” That voice rising in pitch as he allowed his throbbing cock be milked for all its worth and those heavy balls be drained and devoid of every bit of that nut. Slowly pulling out and watching his seed spill along with it..he’d soon after collapse to your side and gently sandwich your head between his hands.

“I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re having my baby.”

LIES, LIES, LIES — #RYOMENSUKUNA

sypnosis: sukuna never expected you to break up with him out of nowhere. you blocked him through everything. now he stalks you on your social media, starting to wear less and going out with people he never met before.

#content: ryomen sukuna x fem! reader. 2.5k words. petty sukuna. mature language. heavy making out. he used to be a fuq boy. this was supposed to be a drabble but oh well. wrote this while listening to telekinesis, marvins room, ball w/o you, and hotline bling. not edited too lazyyyy ehh

ryomen sukuna is so petty. and anxious. sukuna's anxious now that you are no longer his. for him, you are. you'll always be his. but not for you, no. not after you broke up with him out of nowhere. is this his karma for breaking too many hearts before?

he never posts about him going to parties or having fun in general. but these nights, he does. he shows everything in his instagram story because there's a chance you're watching him.

he wants you to watch him have fun without you. he'll do just fine without you. don't blame the man for acting petty, you broke his heart after all. but what sukuna did not know is that you were doing the same thing.

you blocked him the day you broke up with him. on all your social media. so on the same day, he made a burner account. how long has it been? you broke up with him — 5 weeks ago, he tried going after you the first two weeks, but it didn't work. he hasn't seen you in 3 weeks now. he checks it every hour of the day. he just wants to see. one thing about you is that he knows you don't post. so when he saw the colored circle around your picture he immediately clicked it.

it was a video of you. you wore his favorite dress. that short red sparkly dress. it was his favorite color, you knew that. you were holding a liquor in your left hand while singing along with the background music.

what's the title again? — ah. best i ever had. fuck, you really were the best he ever had. you're all he ever wanted. before, he'll be the only one to see this. again, you never post pictures or videos. instead, you send them to sukuna. you claim that he's the only one who should see them anyway. but now that situation has changed, you're showing that beautiful face to everyone. not just him.

the next slide is a picture of you and your friends — who are these people? he knows all your friends. new people? he doesn't know what's happening in your life now.

how the fuck did you even get to where you started?

where were you? at a party? friend's party? club? does it even matter, at the end of the day you were having fun. now, he's more uneasy than ever. you wouldn't sleep with anyone, right? you know better. you should. you could sleep with half of the world, you still wouldn't forget him. you'll always know him. you don't need anyone else.

he shouldn't text you. you wouldn't want that. no he won't text you. he'll get over it.

he’s not texting you.

sukuna what the fuck did i do wrong baby

sukuna answer

sukuna where are u

you ???

sukuna let's talk

sukuna we need it

you we ??? u mean u need it lol

sukuna i miss u

sukuna please let's talk

you fine, pick me up

you [xxx-xxx]

you found him waiting for you just outside your friend's house. he looks good. so much for a guy who's miserable without you. did he lie about that too? that he's miserable without you? he looks just fine. he was wearing a black compression shirt. he was at a party before this, you know that. you stalked his socials after all. who was he trying to impress? who did he fuck this time?

"you look grumpy." you plastered a smile on your face greeting him, "let's go there, it's quieter and it has uhm — privacy." you pointed at the empty dark garden. sukuna did not answer he only followed you, both of his hands tucked in his pockets. what time was it? — 11:05 at night. sukuna didn't look drunk. or high. he usually does when he goes to a party.

"what?" he starts, "what?" you asked back. he should talked. he was the one who rushed here. he was the one who bought you here when you should be having fun inside.

"you dressed up well." you feel his eyes on you. his observing you. you quickly look away. avoiding eye contact. you feel shy. you haven't seen him in almost three weeks. he hadn't stared at you like this in weeks. it's not like he has a chance.

"just talk about what you wanna talk about," you stated. you want this to be over with. because if this will continue, you know damn well, you'll be swayed.

"why?" he asked. that's all he wants to ask. a simple why. he just wants to know. he looks at you, his eyes never leave you. his not begging you with his words. it's those eyes that are begging you to speak up.

you loved sukuna. no, you love him. you spent the past weeks without him thinking about all his lies and cover-ups — all the things they said about him. you're insecure. maybe that's why. maybe being with sukuna is harming the insecurity more. because the more you're with him, the more louder you hear the voices of others insulting you.

you recall that first woman's voice, what exactly did she say again — "sukuna. your boyfriend. how long do you think he plans to keep you as his plaything?" then another one, "sukuna's funny. he really tries so hard to keep the girl by his side like he won't leave her when he gets bored." this one you overheard on the way to the bathroom. "you think sukuna loves that girl?" this one you also overhead, it was a full conversation bashing you, "probably not, his favorite one, maybe? we all know he never sticks to one."

he never sticks to one. sukuna gets bored easily. plaything. of course you try not to listen to them. they're not sukuna, but, they keep replaying, it's not like it's all a lie. before — sukuna had his way around girls like this. he is not the type to call a woman back the next morning after hanging out with them the whole night. he never likes commitment, the only commitment that he has ever done before you is his tattoos.

these thoughts eat you up. you broke up with him after a week of contemplating. you did it through a phone call. you might sound like an asshole but it was a decision for the sake of yourself. you hanged up before he can even speak.

but it didn't really stop there — he showed up to your work the next day. you pushed him away. then he shows up to your class. outside the building. again, you pushed him away. every time he comes he brings food, flowers, bears, and gifts. you claimed that he just wasted money. he was persistent.

he continued for two weeks. after that, he stopped showing up. you wondered if he was tired. he must've been.

you stalked him using your burner account that night he stopped coming. he was at a party. having fun. you also watch the stories of his close friends. just to get a glimpse of him more — he really was having fun. you swipe to the next post, it's a group picture. his arms around another woman. he has that cocky fucking smile on his face.

sukuna was back to being who he was before you. that night you cried your way to sleep. — did you even sleep? how can you sleep when he's out with other girls?

you stayed a mess for days. this night, your friend begged you to attend her birthday party. you decided to go. you needed it anyway. a night away from sukuna.

it was really supposed to be a night without sukuna. but you can't seem to — escape him.

"you and i." you start quietly finding the clear and right words to use, "we don't work."

he scoffs, "how the fuck do ya know that?"

he's always been a hard person to talk to, he's hard-headed. "because you're you. and i'm well — me."

sukuna knows you too well. he can tell that you're nervous. why are you nervous? you must be lying. he observes you — again. you're fidgeting. no. you're not lying but you're not telling him everything either.

"you haven't answered that question yet."

your eyes that are fixed on the ground glare at him, "i just answered, you have a hard time understanding."

he hums clearly not impressed, "why? tell me. then i'll decide if we break up or not."

"that's not up to you to decide, you know, you're being unreasonable again."

"talk 'bout being unreasonable, eh? who broke the relationship without one proper reason? it's clearly not me, baby."

he's frustrating. sukuna will always be frustrating.

"they —" you start. you can't help but pout, you don't wanna cry tonight. not with this pretty makeup on. but you're sensitive. you don't want to talk about this. you don't want to remember what they all said. you really did love him after all. you can only hold so much.

he noticed, he's observant. he takes a step closer to you, "hey — fuck — are you crying? don't . . baby . . hey it's okay you can tell me, okay?" he holds one of your hands and he wipes the little tears that are rolling down your eyes.

he knew it. there's something. something is bothering you. something you're not telling him. he wishes that he can kiss those tears away. he wishes that after this you'd come with him home. who dares to make his baby cry anyway?

"uhm . . they've been talking," you sniffle, "a lot about us — our relationship — me. saying a lot of mean things. and i don't like being treated like that suku. i hate it so much. they always say that — you're not really serious and that you'll fuck me over." you stop for a second taking a look at his face — is he mad? he looks glazed. his holding your hands tighter now. " . . and it's not like i don't trust you . . you know — it's just that i don't wanna constantly deal with them because i'm so fucking tired."

"then don't listen." sukuna calmly says. that's new. you expect him to react . . mad, annoyed, or hostile even. that's more likely his personality. but sukuna cares about your sensitivity. it wouldn't be a good decision for him to scream at you and scold you. he simply cares. "don't fucking listen (Y/N)"

sukuna understands now. for you, he does. he might be a asshole sometimes but he can be a decent guy if you need him to be.

"it's not your fault, baby, i'm not blaming you, i'll never do that. nothing is your fault."

he finally let go of your hand shortly and then pulled you into a hug, a tight one. ryomen sukuna is yearning for you. he lets out a sigh of relief. it's gonna be fine now. he'll fix everything. "don't listen to the lies, i swear, they're all lies." he continues, "they're not me, dumb, that's what they are."

"it's not even just that — you. you're such an asshole. you replaced me too fast!"

"when the fuck did i? woman."

"you keep partying with another woman. i saw everything, you know." you state grumbling at the pink-haired man, he chuckles, sneering "stalker."

it was all worth it. him being petty is worth it.

"you fucked that girl that you met at the party?" you asked hopeful for a no.

"hmm i'm no cheater, baby." he says proudly, "you know that better than anyone. i posted that for you to see. wanted to act petty, you know."

it was silence after that. you want to kiss him. the brooding vibe that occupied the space earlier is gone. the feeling is familiar now. it smells like sukuna now. maybe it's his expensive high-end perfume or maybe it's just him urging you to come back home to him.

"i only want the best for you. i promise. i'll do anything for you. can you just come back to me please? it's all me, just don't go." sukuna's truthful, "don't walk away, okay? we'll be just fine. i don't wanna lose this with you. listen to me once and not them. everyone thinks that they know us, they know nothing."

it's hard to believe that before this sukuna was that asshole who fuck and go. it's hard to believe that before you sukuna did not know how to love. how can you ever leave him when he loves you like this? this man who literally carries your groceries, he took the time to memorize you, all of you. he never left.

maybe that's why you had to give up so fast. because how deeply can you fall in love with him? you don't think can handle the pain of the things they said happening.

but after everything, he tells you that it's not your fault.

"kiss me, please."

it didn't even take a second for him to move, he let go of the hug and held your neck. he started slowly. it's like your lips are made for each other. how can they move so perfectly? you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

you opened your mouth letting his tongue in. his tasting you. he hadn't done this in weeks. he pulls your waist closer as he moves forward. he bites the bottom of your lip causing you to let out a moan only for him to push his tongue back in tasting every corner of your mouth.

he's craving for it. his hands traveled down your back to your ass as he rests his hands then gripping your butt cheeks. "miss you so much. you have no idea. all i can think about is your face, cunt, and your ass. i swear."

"sukuna, not here." you pull him away before he can do anything more, "let's go home first." you continue.

he smiles, cheekily, he won you at the end of the day. "ya fucked anyone when i wasn't around? your ass better makes sure no one touched you while you're wearing my dress. wearing my dress in front of these men with micro-sized dicks."

he knows though, even if you don't answer, he knows already. he knows that you wouldn't touch anyone other than him.

"oh, by the way, how do you plan on making up with me? you did break my heart. should i tie you up and blindfold you?" he stops, "or no, should i make you ride me till the morning? that sounds better does it?" he continues, "strip tease sounds nice though. face sitting also is nice, we don't do that often."

this man is a menace. his making a decision like his life depended on it.

"ahh fuck it." he grins, "doll face, i've made up my mind. let's do all of them hmm."

The bride and the ugly ass groom

But it's the mirror universe

begging megumi to fuck you

summary: you beg megumi to fuck you with just his tip while yujis in the same room

warning: soft dom! megumi, afab! reader, established relationship, cute megumi, choking, slight manipulation (if you squint), semi-public sex, cockwarming, dumbification, praise, unprotected sex (please wrap it kids), breeding kink, marking kink, dacryphilia, more

word count: 1.2k

"please gumi ill be good 'n quiet for you i promise" you writhe against the raven colored boy.

you and megumi were sleeping over at yuji's place after a copious amounts of alcohol. the concerned boy demanded that you two spend the night as you two were unfit to drive back home, and had already begun laying out the blankets on the floor. the two of you managed to get comfort on the empty spot on yuji's floor whereas yuji got couch privileges, his limb hanging from the edges, stating it was wrong to let the two of you sleep alone while he slept in his comfortable bed. the stubborn brat reigned victorious.

"y/n, yuji is literally right there" megumi mutters against your sweet skin, his grip tightening on your hips which never stopped its slow and pain pace against the fabric of megumis loose sweats. you flushed your back to megumi's bare skin, feeling his warmth seep through the thinness of the shirt you were wearing. wanting you to be comfortable, megumi loaned you his shirt so that it could effectively cover you as you wished to sleep comfortable. in this case, that meant wearing nothing but megumis large shirt and your underwear. you felt his hands gently push his shirt up so that they could pool at your waist, the warmth of his hands leaving goosebumps in their wake. "please gumi need to feel you 'nside me" you whined as you leaned your head into his shoulder, letting megumi leave wet and sloppy kisses along your neck. "baby i know i miss feeling your cunt around me but it'll be too loud" you aggressively shook your head, "you can go slow baby please promise ill be quiet" you pleaded as you creeped your hand between the two bodies, gently palming megumis hard cock in your hand, "please gumi promise ill make you feel good," megumi shook his head, burying his head into your shoulder, whining at your touch. "we cant, baby" you frown as you start rubbing at the full blown erection under your palms, threatening to pull at the drawstrings at his waist band. "please gumi what if you just put the tip in, just need to feel you" you whine, shoving your hand down his pants now to wrap you warm hand around his cock. a gentle gasp leaves his lips as he buries his head deeper into your shoulder, "shit okay baby but just the tip"

you aggressively nod your head and you smile at your win. as the words leaves his mouth, megumi reaches down to pull his cock out of his sweats. his hands moves to push your soaked underwear aside where he brings his swollen tip to your cunt, dragging your slick across your slit. your arousal quickly coating his tip as you feel it run down your thighs and ass, properly ruining the blankets you two were laying on. "shit youre so wet for me baby" you moaned at his words and you were quickly met with megumi's fingers into your mouth, silencing your sounds, "you said you'd be a quiet girl," you mumbled a muffled "m sorry gumi" as he continued with his movements, painfully slowly rubbing his swollen cock at your slit, staring at the way more and more slick was produced and getting enchanted by your cunt. impatient you wiggle your ass against him and softly push yourself against him, earning a small laugh from the boy, breaking him from his trance, "sorry baby i was just looking at your pretty pussy, ill give you what you want now" gumi said as he slowly shove his tip into your cunt, only pushing in an inch into you but stretching you out. the stretch was teasing and intoxicating as megumi slow rocked his hips into you, effectively fucking you with the tip of his cock. he pushed his forehead into your shoulder trying to control himself from shoving his cock fully inside you and taking you right here.

you felt yourself grow more and more needy as you push yourself closer to megumis warmth. after a few minutes of the painful teasing, you felt megumi stretch you out deeper, unsheathing more of his cock into you. "fuck baby you feel so good around me, so perfect for me" quickly you felt your tight walls completely engulf megumis hard cock. soon, he bottomed out into you, slowly fucking you with his entire cock, softly panting into your ears. "im sorry baby i just cant help myself," you nod in approval as megumis pace quicken against you. soon, megumi was fucking you, forgetting how the pink colored hair boy was peacefully sleeping 10 feet away from the two of you. you felt your eyes rolling back as megumi bit into the softness of your shoulder, attempting to muffle his own moans at that point, his hands gripping so tightly around the plushness of your thighs, you knew they would bruise by the morning. "fuck im gonna cum baby" his lips spoke against your skin, nodding as a response before megumi took his finger out of your mouth to gently wrap around your throat, squeezing at the sides. the familiar lightheaded feeling came rushing to your head as a dumb smile appear on your face, drool slightly escaping from the corners of your mouth. "feel 's good 'gumi, youre filling me up 's well" you breathlessly spoke, megumis cock putting in a a dumb slut haze, "fuck fuck fuck" megumi chanted into your shoulder as the room was filled by the soft wet slops of your cunt and his cock. " 'onna cum on your cock" you threaten, the familiar knot forming in your lower abdomen and your walls squeeze megumis cock harder. with tear pricked eyes, you felt your release rush over you as you came on megumis dick, your arousal spreading along his crouch and soaking everything in the area, "fuckkkkk m cumming m cumming" you whined in sobs as you didnt feel megumis pace falter as he focused on his on high now, "fuck im gonna cum baby, where do you want it pretty girl," his grip on your thighs tightened and he snapped his hips into yours, "'nside oh god please fill my cunt with your pretty cum please gumi" you spoke in stupid chants, officially fucked dumb. "god you get so stupid when my cock is inside of you, pretty girl" he panted into your ears before pushing his forehead back into your shoulder before feeling his own high wave over him. "fuck fuck fuck im cumming" he chanted as he groaned and let his cum shoot deep inside of you, completely letting your walls milk every last drip out of him before you felt his grip on your neck loosen. "good boy gumi" you panted in smiles as megumis pace slowed and the two of your arousal stuck to your bodies. you felt megumi urge to pull out before you quickly put your hand on his thigh, stopping him from doing so. "stay gumi, i wanna feel you in me still" he nodded before fully pushing himself back into your slick as the two of you quietly moaned at the stimulation.

megumi left trails of gentle kisses at the expose site of skin on your neck, making sure leave litters of pretty purple marks that served as memories. you two soon fell asleep like that, with the best sleep you two had in a while.

anyway. going to intentionally not watch the last 20 minutes of the anime so I can pretend like sanemi is actually married 2 me

haha i do that without rewatching it

yeah

LOVEY-DOVEY !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. ddlg, daddy dom/little girl duhh, leon feeling guilty for no reason, age gap, princess parts used once, an abundance of pet names, honestly just icky sappy smut, typical stuff like penetration n oral, praise kink

note. haiii :3 so insanely embarrassed to post this it’s insanely icky and soft for me .. but ignore typos as always :333 rbs n feedback greatly appreciated :33 crossposted on my ao3 clitkiss as usual, this is like very.. ddlg like he dresses u at one point but it’s only mentioned briefly

You and Leon are trying something new. Now, he’s no stranger to it, his moonlight trysts with Pornhub show that he’s an expert at it in fact. But that was back in his late twenties. Op in Spain made his brain go funny, and maybe it’s ‘cause Ashley is the perfect subject for it - DDLG that is. She batted her lashes up at, clung to his arms, and she needed him, relied on him. In turn, he spent his days balls deep in videos like Daddy’s Little Girl Punished For Staying Up Past 8 PM, and even classier ones like Big Cock Daddy Fucks Tiny Tit Teen Girlfriend Till She Squirts (ANAL + THROATFUCKING)! Even the occasional Step-Daughter Chokes On Step-Daddy’s Fat Cock While Mommy Sleeps! Very tasteful, very nuanced, very discreet. So yeah, not to brag, but Leon’s kind of a porn connoisseur. Dabbled in every category.

The DDLG thing got boxed up and shelved away quick. Made him feel guilty, post-nut clarity set in the second he’d milked himself dry. Then he’d lay there for hours with a sticky palm and a heavy heart. Hasn’t thought about it in years, these days Leon’s more into Busty Dom Mommy Pegs Scrawny, Ugly, Sissy Slut In Business Suit! and if he’s really feeling up for it Stupid Fucking Bitch Takes Two Dicks At Once! The titular bitch actually only took one dick at a time despite the two dicks present, quite misleading in his humble opinion. No more creepy daddy stuff though. Those days are over; he hasn’t thought about it in twenty years give or take. Claire sent him this ‘Get porn sites taken down for women blah blah blah’ petition, he signed it, clicked out of the tab and got down to watching some silly slut get fucked within an inch of her life.

It’s more of a boredom thing. Honest. Leon watches porn to fill in gaps of space throughout his day; he nods his head thoughtfully when the man so affectionately titled Blue-Collar Bear slams into the Preppy Spoiled Twink. This is all getting away from him, the point is, Leon hasn’t thought about the dreaded topic of DDLG for literal decades. Then you walk in, and Leon’s sat there listening to you prattle on about Pompompurin and Chococat, an entire lineup of characters that he now knows off by heart.

Oh, is that right, sweetheart? Cinnamoroll’s a puppy, not a bunny? Wow, I didn’t know that, baby, fascinating ain’t it? Miffy‘s from the Netherlands, god, she’s gotta be careful over there in Amsterdam, honey. They don’t call that place Sin City for no reason, the red light district is no joke. Oh, I see, she’s from Utrecht? Ah, guess she’s safe then, I’m glad. What’s her name? That’s your favourite, Cogimyun? That’s a mouthful, ain’t it? She looks like a cloud. No? She's not? She’s a what-? Made of wheat flour? Oh! Well, that’s real funny, baby. Bet she don’t do well on windy days.

You don’t tell him outright. But he knows. Leon tries to tell himself that you’re just like this, that you buy cutesy, girly stickers to make yourself happy, that you fill his bedroom with soft toys ‘cause you simply like ‘em, turn them around when you fuck as a joke. But it’s clear, the headspace you’re left in after sex gives it away, haven’t let the D word slip so far, Leon’s banking on it being soon though.

He pets your head before you leave the house one day, you beam up at him, apples of your cheeks rounded with how hard you're smiling. “Love you, daddy!” You chirp all too loudly, jaw dropping open a moment later at your own blunder. Then you skitter out the front door unnervingly like a deer with CWD.

Called it. Made a bet on it even. Leon takes fifty out of his savings account, owes it to himself. You looked awful upset, he sends you a message, tells you to be safe, text him when you meet your friends. You do. Somehow, even the message is clipped. Poor baby, you’re embarrassed. The colour had drained from his face when you said it. You’d noticed for sure.

You’re younger than him, much younger. Too many years younger. An age gap that makes his head spin. Leon tries not to dwell on it, but it gets real hard. Claire’s always down his throat about it. When you go out in public together, he’ll sneak a hand in your back pocket and get stared down by every passer-by. He’s been asked if he’s your dad before. Blow to his ego. Considered botox and filler for the entirety of the following week. Certainly not your dad, possibly your daddy. Now you’ve cemented that in place - you want Leon to be your daddy, and he’ll fill those shoes.

Even if it leaves a bad taste on his tongue, even if it makes his skin crawl. Leon is willing to lay down his life for you half of the time, best thing that ever happened to him, so what harm is a little DDLG gonna do? He just needs to get comfortable with it, refamiliarise himself with all the lingo. How hard could it be? The guilt? He can get over it, even if it clings to him like a festering scab.

When you come back home it’s late, he barely hears your footsteps. You’ve learnt how to make yourself scarce when returning on late nights, Leon’s a light sleeper. A jumpy one at that. He smells jasmine when you pull back the covers, the mattress dips and he turns to face you.

“Fuck!” You gasp, brows pinched together, he runs his thumb over the divot that’s formed between them. “You scared me, Leon.”

“Not that ugly am I?” He juts his bottom lip out, it pulls a laugh out of you, and that makes him smile. You were emanating gloom and doom the second you stepped into the bedroom. Clear skies now.

“Never, you’re sooo handsome.” You kiss the tip of his nose, smear pink Vaseline on it.

“You know just what I wanna hear, don’t you, baby?” Apart from daddy. He’d make the joke, but you’d likely flip out. Leon shuts his mouth. He’s gotten better at doing that lately. Must be the effect you’ve had on him. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“About today—“

“Leon.” It’s a warning.

“Baby.”

“Leon.” Clearly you want to brush it under the rug. “It was just a slip-up, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, so can we just drop it?” Uh, woah, someone’s defensive.

“Baby, it didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Leon strokes your cheek, his cold hands warmed by the heat of your dewy skin. It made him mildly uncomfortable. That’s ‘cause he grapples with all these I’m a dirty old man that deserves to be crucified, Claire’s right I’m a fucking cradlerobber, I should let her go, I’ll be dead by the time she’s ready to get married thoughts. You’re this pretty young thing and it makes him tremendously nervous.

“I saw your face, Leon, I’m not stupid.” You’re getting huffy now, fluffing the pillows and turning away from him.

“Babe, I was just surprised, pinky promise.” Leon sticks his pinky finger into your line of sight, there’s silence, then the sheets ruffle and you’ve lifted your hand, shorter pinky wrapping around his.

“Like, pinky swear, Leon?” You sound so small, so scared, his heart aches.

“Baby,” he coos, “light of my life, angel, apple of my fuckin’ eye, sugar, dollface,” you hang onto every word, eyes getting bigger and wider by the second, “I knew the minute you showed me those Sylvanian Families.” You smack his chest and he laughs in your face.

“You’re an asshole and I hate you so much.” When he touches your cheek again, you’re burning up, he places a kiss behind your ear. “Stupid old man.”

“C’mon, baby, you think I’m dumb? You gave them names.” The Persian Cat triplets are named Serena, Nate and Blair. From Gossip Girl of course, he didn’t know what that was. Tedious is his review. Leon thought Henry, Tommy and Jimmy were more fitting names. You didn’t understand the reference. “You buy ‘em little plates and forks and cups, they’re living better than us, baby.” And that’s a fact. You splurged on a Red Roof Country House. Far nicer than his apartment, once empty, now filled with junk like that. No, it’s not junk, it’s his baby’s stuff, trinkets that make her happy.

“What if I just liked them?” You’re glaring at him, cutely of course, everything you do is saccharine.

“Just adds up, don’t it?” Leon gives you a big, wet kiss on your pouty lips. Tastes roses. Literally. He just swallowed a bunch of pink Vaseline. “What I wanted to say ‘fore you got all pissy on me,” he swallows the lump in his throat, fuck it, how bad could it go, he’s just making his favourite girl happy, “I don’t mind tryin’ it out.”

Rules are implemented the following morning, albeit loosely. Leon doesn’t have a lot of control over things, the DSO has jurisdiction over him, got him by the balls. And in turn, Leon’s just learnt how to take it like a good bitch. You handed him a pink glitter pen and a page from your Hello Kitty notebook. Asked him so sweetly to make a general set of rules, so you know how to be a good girl for daddy. Leon sprung a boner so fast he got nauseous. And that’s not even the sex part of this arrangement. He uses his black ballpoint pen, pink glitter isn’t his thing. Plus, it doesn’t show up on the paper.

You giggle when he hands them over to you; Leon’s ears flush pink. He’ll get better at it, swear. He wants to do well for you. Wants you to feel satisfied with his quote caregiving unquote.

It starts off slow, you hand him your toothbrush in the morning, Leon blinks at you in pure and utter befuddlement. You say Ah! like you would at the dentist and he gets it. Leon sits you on the closed lid of the toilet seat, making sure to get your molars, your canines, front teeth, and all the remaining ones. Five seconds each. Or he tries at least. You’re quite meticulous in this headspace, letting out a disgruntled noise when he fails to be precise.

Then you sit on the mat while he showers, like a puppy, didn’t even notice you were there until he opened the sliding door. “Hi there, babydoll.” Leon wraps a towel around his waist, “whatcha doin’ down there?”

“Waiting for daddy.” You tell him plainly, then trail after him as he gets ready. Right. He’s gotta pick out your clothes. What if you don’t like them? You’re so fussy with your style, spend hours tossing piece after piece out of the wardrobe, stomp your feet when the blouse you wanted to wear is in the laundry. Right now, you’re totally placid, lifting your arms when he asks as he puts you in a ribbed pink sweater and the frilly skirt you’re so fond of, knee high socks per usual, Mary Janes to finish it off. Oh. Yeah. This is bad. He’s in deep. You’re too cute. He thinks he wants to be your daddy forever.

“My dad’s been wanting to see you, Leon.” Ashley’s all grown up now, which makes him feel a bit sappy. Hypocritical really, he’s got a college girl back at home calling him daddy.

Dad… Daddy, I love you, when are you coming home?

Leon blinks to clear his mind, gives Ashley a plastic smile. “How’s he been?”

“Oh, you know how it is, he got a little sick over Halloween, but that guy, he’s always up and kicking.” Ashley brings a vanity out of her pocket, reapplies her lipstick. “Overall, he’s been good.”

Good girl, am I a good girl, daddy?

Jesus Christ, get a grip, man. “I’m glad, should take a rest that guy.”

“I know!” Ashley moves her plate to the side and lays out her entire makeup case on the table, picking out mascara. When he looks closely, her round mirror is printed with a vaguely familiar cartoon bunny. “He never listens, hasn’t been President for decades and he just works and works and works. That’s why you should call, tell him to take it easy.”

“What’s her name?” Leon frowns, jabs his thumb towards the compact.

“My Melody!” She answers, grinning at him with her pearly whites.

My Melody, Kitty, Keroppi, and Mimi, did you write that down, daddy? And there’s—

“Aren’t you too old for that, Ash?” Leon raises his brow, he’s not serious though, and she can tell.

“Hey, I liked Sanrio before it was cool in 2004, okay?” She tosses it all back in her clutch. Ashley’s too nice, if it were Claire she’d bite back with Aren’t you too old for your girlfriend, loser? And that would shut him up. “It was nice seeing you, Leon, I wanna meet your girlfriend next time, she seems sweet. And don’t forget to call dad, I’ll drop his number later.”

Call dad… Daddy? Daddy.

“Leon, don’t you think Chris looks like our dad?” Claire’s hijacked the DSO break room once again, she’s in town for some TerraSave presentation thingy. He wasn’t listening. Eyes glassed over as he gazes endlessly at her phone screen.

Dad. Dada. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy.

“Huh?” Leon says dumbly.

Claire levels him with her stare. “You’ve been out of it today, what’s up?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs nonchalantly, wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. “Just didn’t sleep well.”

“Uh huh.” Claire’s not convinced. Shit. She totally knows. She sees right through you, Leon. She knows what dirty shit you’ve been up to, can see the shame on your face, and she’s building her case against you. “Anyway,” she begins, voice holding onto it’s suspicious edge, “I was saying, I found this photo album of our parents, doesn’t Chris look so much like dad?”

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Fuck. He needs a lobotomy. Stat. This is taking over his fucking life. A sizable chunk of his brain was removed in his sleep, and it’s been replaced by pink mushy goo. Different to the pinkish brain matter that resides inside one’s head. More a glittery pink goop that morphs into the shape of you. You’re jumping around in there, sliding down the sulci and fissures in his brain, lodging yourself deep in his mind. Making it your playground.

“You’re fucking impossible to talk to, Leon. You know that?” What’d you say Claire? He can’t hear you over the impossibly disgusting, perverted thoughts running through his mind.

The second he gets home, Leon is on you. Face between your tits, knee keeping your thighs open, kissing you breathless. “Daddy!” You giggle, delighted by the wave of affection.

“Babydoll,” Leon rubs his stubble against your cheeks to hear you squeal, “Daddy missed you so much.”

“I missed daddy sooo much too!”

“Oh, yeah? How much did you miss daddy?”

You stretch your arms as wide as they go. “This much, daddy!” Fuck. Holy fucking shit. He needs to start going to weekly mass again.

“Yeah?” Leon peppers kisses all over your little face, forehead to your neck, “what’d ya get up to?”

“Mmm,” you hum, tapping a finger against your lip thoughtfully, “coloured, ate ‘n got sleepy, daddy.”

“What an eventful day that is, baby.” Leon kisses your nose. “You colour something for daddy?” He needs to put his dick in you before he explodes.

“Mhm,” your lashes flutter when he sneaks a hand up your loose sweater, hanging off your shoulders, swallowing you up, “I put it in daddy’s office…” Your breath hitches when he rolls your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Daddy’s gonna hang it on the fridge tonight then.” Leon mumbles, too busy shoving his naughty hand down your pyjama shorts, cupping your mound. Your fingers tremble as you lift the hem of your sweater, baring your tits for him, he takes your nipple into his mouth. Bites down to hear you gasp. Latches on like a damn baby, groping the other tit roughly.

“Daddy,” you whimper, and the sound alone makes his dick twitch. Leon pulls off with a pop, spit dripping down his chin.

“I know, baby,” Leon coos, “daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Dirty old man! blares Claire’s voice in the back of his mind. Leon can’t find it in himself to care. Watch this, bitch. “You want daddy to play with your princess parts, babydoll?” You heard that right, princess parts. He’s been sucked in that deep.

You nod, brows pinched together as you bunch up the sheets in your curled fists. Leon clicks his tongue, presses a kiss below your belly button. “Words, baby.” He reminds you, his tone delicate, only lightly chiding.

“Need daddy… need him to play with me,” it’s barely a mumble, but Leon takes it. He knows how jumbled your head gets in this mindset. Poor baby, play with your clit and it turns you all stupid.

Leon gets to work. He’s been waiting for it all day, to get his mouth on this perfect cunt. He spreads you out, urges you to go wider, as far as you can. Licks over the fabric of your cotton panties, his nose nestled against your swollen clit, sucking on the wet patch on the gusset. The constant nudge of his nose against your clit is making you antsy, your chest rises and falls, your fingers itch to tug at his hair, but you’re an obedient girl so you keep them down by your sides. Clutch at the sheets till your nails break.

He continues to lick and suck at your leaky centre through the fabric for an eternity. You have your complaints, but you can’t say no to daddy. That’s, like, against the rules. So Leon has his fun, maybe a little too much fun. You let out a strained noise, and enough is enough, you’re being so good for him, so patient. His little girl deserves a treat. Once you’ve creamed your panties that is.

“God,” you toss your head back and melt when his tongue flattens over your bare folds, he’d thrown your panties into the laundry basket a minute prior, good aim.

“Hey, give me some credit, baby,” Leon takes a break from tongueing you down, “God’s not doing shit down here, it’s all your daddy.”

That makes you giggle. Then you call out daddy so sweetly his brain blanks. He spits on your sticky core, you’re wet enough, but Leon likes it sloppy, wants to feel your mess dripping down his chin. His teeth scrape your clit, pulls the hood back, kitten licks it, kisses it three times for good luck.

“Don’t cover your mouth, baby,” Leon places a big hand on your hip, holds you in place, “Daddy didn’t say you could do that.”

“Sorry… ‘M sorry, daddy,” you whine, the hand once clasped over your mouth falling limp, and you’re moaning like a fucking pornstar. He can’t handle it. That word does something to him, something evil and degenerate.

He pushes your cushiony lips together, pinches your clit when it sticks out, makes the nastiest sounds known to mankind. Messy eater. Schlurping, schmacking, gulping. What he’s gulping down? God knows. Two fingers slip into you, knuckle-deep, wriggle around, scissor you open, his palm mashed into your clit. Leon’s face is resting on your plush thigh, admiring his own handiwork. Your slick cunt, drooling all down his wrist, covered his face in it, now you're cumming in messy spurts.

“Atta girl,” Leon croons, lays it on thick with the praise ‘cause he knows you get shy about this, “that’s right, dollface, just let it all out for, daddy, huh?”

Panting, you curl into yourself, kick your legs a little when his nimble fingers find your sticky clit, he can feel you throbbing. “No more, daddy.” You beg, rubbed raw from the back-to-back orgasms.

“Too much, baby?” Leon’s hand comes to cop a feel, his nose pressing into the nape of your neck. “Can you get daddy off?”

The energy seems to zap back into you within an instant. You nod, head bobbing up and down like it should be doing on his dick. You love having your mouth full, keep his cock down your throat till you go numb. Suckle on it with pride and integrity. You gaze up at him with those eyes, heart-shaped pupils and all, blowjob eyes.

“How’d you want daddy?” Leon asks, you roll over, laying flat on your back, you want him like that? Alright, naughty girl. With your head between his meaty thighs, Leon guides his weeping tip past your swollen lips, you lap at the slit, collecting droplets of his precum on your tongue.

“Shit,” Leon gets out through gritted teeth, covers it with a cough, he shouldn’t really be saying bad words, not setting a good example for his baby. The suction is crazy, feels like he stuck his dick into the tube of a vacuum cleaner. Your cheeks hollow out as he thrusts his hips forwards, tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag each time. Still take it like a champ though. You always do, his good fucking girl. “Doin’ so damn well, baby, makin’ daddy cum.”

Your little hand comes to rest on his abdomen, Leon eases up, lets his fat cock slip out of your mouth, he thinks you’ve had enough, but you go for his balls instead. Open your mouth wide as you try to fit ‘em in your mouth. “No chance, baby.” Leon smiles, patting your head, you lick along the seam and his dick is fucking throbbing. Hail fucking Mary. “Not gonna last, babydoll, can daddy fuck you now or ya need a break?”

You nod, he raises a brow, “No, daddy, I’m fine, daddy. Need daddy in me so bad.” You croak out, throat sore from the time spent with his cock lodged in your windpipe.

That makes him groan. The non-explicit dirty talk is fuckin’ weird, turns him on in ways he can’t explain. He loves when you dance around the word pussy, can’t say cock, makes it sound even dirtier. Maybe it’s the control aspect. You can’t say those words ‘cause daddy said so, ‘cause Leon said so.

His dick jumps the second he tries to slide in, bumps against your sensitive clit, shit, that hasn’t happened since he was twenty. Leon grabs your ankles, kisses one before he throws them over his shoulders, uses one hand to guide his dick to your sloppy hole and the other is intertwined with your smaller one. Tender, sappy, sweet. Oh, don’t make him tear up, princess. With age he’s softened up. For you Leon has softened up. Brought back part of who he was before it all went wrong.

“My pretty girl,” he pets your cheek like he does the neighbour’s well-fed cat, and you lean into it all the same. He fills you up so well. No matter how much Leon plays with your pussy, there’s always a stretch, and he can tell by the look on your face. Nose scrunching, lips parting, letting out a sharp breath as the weight of his cock knocks against your cervix. “All done, baby.” Leon tells you, and you open your eyes, sit up on your elbows to see where the two of you meet in a sticky, squelching embrace. “Well done, baby, you’re such a big girl, takin’ all of daddy, aren’t you?” Leon presses his hand down on your lower tummy, his cock angles upwards so he can hit that spongy spot deep inside, the one that makes you sob. “Is it there?”

The cry you let out is the confirmation he needs. He bullies his cock into you, fucks you rough ‘cause he loves you. Making love is for mornings, when you’re sleepy and pliant, nasty fucking is for after work. When he’s pent up, when you’ve been on his mind all day. Leon pulls out, only his tip keeping your cunt spread open, then he slams back in, and you begin to sniffle, squeezing his hand so tight you cut off his blood circulation.

“Daddy,” You drop his hand, nails clawing down his back, his lonely hand suffering from a severe case of pins and needles, “daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy!” It’s the only thing you can say. Stuffed your cunt and your head is full of him too. Leon adores you. Prettiest girl in the whole world and you’re here speared on his cock. Dexterous fingers find your clit once more, helping you reach the edge.

“You can do it, baby, don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Leon dips his head down, kisses you and swallows up your sounds, stringy spit keeping the two of you connected. Red string of fate or whatever. “Daddy’s right here, daddy loves you.”

All it took was the L word, and you’re squirting. Pushing his cock out, dripping down his heavy balls, digging your nails into his back, chanting daddy like your life depends on it. And Leon can’t take it, he’s been ready to bust the second he got home, his stomach contracts, spills his seed into your wet cunt. Messy just how he likes it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Leon lets his full weight drop on top of you.

You grunt softly, “Heavy, daddy.”

“Yeah, I know, gimme a second.” Leon grumbles, teeth tugging on your earlobe. “How’d you rate me? Five stars? Ten out of ten?”

You yawn into his hair, “Stop bein’ silly, daddy.”