Lambs For The Slaughter

lambs for the slaughter

(mdni)

leon kennedy x reader

warnings: cult leader!leon, fem!reader, dub-con, mentions of a forced marriage, fingering, virgin!reader

a/n: THIS TOOK ME DONKEY YEARS TO WRITE. i'm proud of it though so idrc. there will also be a second part to this bc i have more planned. title is from fly on the windscreen by depeche mode (that song is leon's song trust)

please enjoy!!!

“Pitiful lamb, she must be saved before she falls into the darkness.”

The words are like an echo in your head, like it's your conscience speaking to you, but you know damn well that such is not the case.

You're pretty confused as to where you are, but all you know is that you can't move and people are chanting the same words over and over.

Gloria las plagas.

“Take her to the tomb and dress her in the marital robes.”

You want to open your eyes, but all you can feel is cold hands groping your warm body, and you can't help but shudder because there are so many of them gripping onto you.

“I shall show her salvation.”

The last thing you feel is a cloak wrapped around your naked body before you drift back into your comatose state.

–

Your eyelids feel heavy, drooping over your eyes as you slip into the real world.

You're in your bed, wearing your plaid pyjamas and looking (as well as feeling) like a mess because that dream was far too realistic.

Usually you aren't supposed to remember dreams, and if you had dreamt about a memory, surely you would remember such an occasion of being accused of ‘falling into the darkness’.

But ‘marital robes'? Odd, strange- even better, peculiar. You'd definitely remember a thing such as this, marriage is a big deal. You're already hearing the voice of your mother rattling on about ‘finding the right one’ just at the thought.

‘Whatever, you shouldn't dwell on such things’ is what you helpfully motivate yourself with. Dreams never make sense anyway, why should they now?

–

You ended up getting in such a state about it that it was to the point where you didn't even process that you were late for work.

Your manager greets you with a raised eyebrow as well as a heavy sigh at your slightly dishevelled appearance when you unceremoniously burst into his office.

You don't even apologise for being late, you just continue panting and making strange hand signals to show that you'd had bad traffic or something.

You're not even sure yourself what you signed (wasn't evening signing, it was just pointing and breathless words) at your manager.

It almost makes you wonder how you haven't lost your job. Maybe the pile of documents dumped on your desk is probably a benefitting factor.

–

Your work doesn't contain much effort, save it for the pointless meetings you daydream in, typing away reports, signing paperwork. Menial tasks.

Gives you ample time to think about that dream.

Well, not really a dream (despite your earlier evaluation on it being such). In your eyes it felt like a flashback, but you recall nothing about being referred to as a lamb, let alone a pitiful one either.

It's like a daze has washed over you the more you let it fester in your mind, an incantation of sorts that's making you reminisce on the dream like a broken record.

The chanting, that overpowering voice, the feeling of hot and cold, the hands, marital robes and the salvation. God knows what all that means.

You should just let this slide much like this morning, should just pretend everything is normal and fine when it's not, because you're good at that sort of thing.

You can't shake the niggling feeling though.

Gloria las plagas. It's a distant chime in your head, and suddenly your fingers are darting across your keyboard with a loud clack clack clack.

Glory to the plagues. Cool, maybe you should've learnt Spanish in school or something, but you would've forgotten it anyway.

The plagues though? The fuck is that?

You hurriedly clack away more at your keyboard like you had a strong purpose.

The Plagues are a breed of parasitic superorganisms which originated from a remote valley in the Iberian Peninsula.

Very insightful. Means fuck all to you, so you do a little more digging because this is getting slightly more concerning that your brain has conjured this up and it's somehow real.

Once again, you're clacking away at your bulky keyboard with more vigour, resulting in you hitting the ‘Enter’ key so hard you wince (and a co-worker narrowing her eyes at you for the noise).

Parasitic organisms, an organism that lives on or in a host organism and gets its food from or at the expense of its host.

Fun. Almost like getting pregnant is all your mind helpfully supplies, but you roll your eyes to yourself because your mind clearly hasn't recovered from the events of last night.

Oh well, you hope your manager or some random stranger doesn't see your search history and gets weirded out by your impromptu research lesson on Spanish and Biology.

Then again, you hope you don't seem dumb for searching up what a parasite organism is. And the Spanish.

–

You're going mental, you know it.

You needed to touch up your lipgloss and nature also called (you needed to piss), so you headed to the toilets and did your business, then headed to the mirrors to wash your hands and gloss up your lips.

You didn't think the power would suddenly cut just as you were to unscrew the cap of your gloss.

You're coated in darkness, uncomfortably aware now that you're alone in the bathroom as you let out a meek ‘hello?’ and all you're met with is a deafening silence ringing in your ears.

Maybe you're getting pranked on, there is a light switch in the bathroom, but then again, you never really speak to anyone at your work because they seem to gossip all the time, and you don't fancy losing your job over it.

Much to your surprise, the fluorescent lights suddenly flicker on.

Glancing at the mirror, your reflection is staring back at you, and quickly come to notice that your eyes are red.

You gasp and tense up at the sight. No longer do you have your natural eye colour coating your irises, but instead you have this crimson red seeping through.

Gloria las plagas, gloria las plagas, gloria las plagas, gloria las plagas.

Backing away from the mirror is the first thing you do, unintentionally dropping your gloss to the floor as you run your hands over your eyes in case you're just seeing shit.

Your eyes are still red, but blood drips down your face like tears.

Gloria las plagas, gloria las plagas, gloria las plagas.

It's the chanting, the same in your dream, but it's louder, closer, harsher, and it makes you put your hands over your ears and screw your eyes shut.

Gloria las plagas, gloria las plagas, gloria las plagas, gloria las plagas, gloria las plagas, gloria la-

A hand taps you on the shoulder, pulling you out of the sheer panic you were in to silence as you whip your head around to see who your saving fucking grace was.

It's a coworker, one you're sure you've never spoken to, but she's one of the less bitchy ones so you aren't too mad. She's got this look of concern in her face, forcing you to wonder if she's taken in your bloody eyes and if she decides to call an ambulance or something.

But she doesn't, she just gives you a smile and asks if you're okay, and all you can give is a shaky nod because you are definitely not fine.

When you do look back at the mirror, you look normal. But you don't feel it.

–

You're sitting criss crossed on your bed, reading a book. Not exactly a very interesting book, one that an old friend recommended, so it was likely that it wasn't destined to be anything special.

You feel tired, drained even. You did fuck all today, especially after the incident in the bathroom at work, you're still a little shaken. It had you unable to focus for the whole work day.

Even this shitty book can't keep you focused, maybe you need an early night.

You slap the book shut, without noting the page you were on, and toss it on your bedside table, uncaring of the painful clattering sound it shouts out to you as you rub your eyes and yawn.

After blinking a couple times, you glance at the clock with some disinterest.

20:43.

Yeah, definitely an early night. Maybe this is your chance to fix the appalling sleep schedule you've never been able to rid yourself of.

Wandering into the bathroom had never been such a sluggish experience, but you aren't skipping your nightly routine of washing your face and putting a little moisturiser on.

The cold water on your face seems to snap you out of something, forcing you sigh and grip onto the edge of the sink until your knuckles turn white, reluctance etched on your face

You don't want to look in the mirror, but you feel compelled too.

It's like a taunt in your eyes, urging you to look at your reflection because of your strict nightly regime, though you're more concerned about the fact that you gaze at your reflection and be met with bleeding out of your eyes again.

Plucking up the courage by taking a deep breath, you look up to the mirror. Never-fucking-mind about the bleeding eyes.

Black veins stem from your eyes and start trailing down your face, then to your neck, then arms and then hands.

Much like your previous experience, you don't panic. However, you don't back away from the mirror, but get closer instead.

Huh, not too bad. If these veins were just body paint you'd be rocking these for a Halloween party at fifteen or something. But you're not, and these veins are very fucking real.

The chanting hasn't started yet, and you almost feel thankful about it, though there's an ache that's becoming a throbbing pain in your head, and you can't shake it as the veins grow sharper on your skin.

Subconsciously, it seemed your hand had wandered near your face to have a feel of your face, only to be met with the feeling of slightly dry skin and no side effects from doing that action.

Until a gasp escapes you, and before you know it, you've collapsed.

A thud resounds in your ears, and you're fairly certain you've done some damage to the back of your head as you vaguely recall catching it on something.

Cold tiles penetrate your thin clothes as you lay on the floor, control of your body slowly fading in your head as your eyelids slip shut, the fatigue returning and suddenly being lucid was all too much.

The last thing you register is warm arms picking you up.

–

“You look lovely.”

You'll admit, you look rather fetching from what you can tell from the murky mirror. Black veins covet your skin with crimson eyes staring back at you, and all you do is smile.

Inwardly, you're freaking the fuck out. You (or Not You) look as pale as a vampire. Look as if You're dead. You're not though, you're very much alive.

“Don't worry, my little lamb,”

He's got your cold hand in between two warm ones, and you can't help but notice how pale you are.

Maybe you are dead, maybe you're in the in between, or maybe you're just cold. Whatever the fact is, you can't help but shiver slightly and move closer to his presence.

“I will show you the light.”

A blinding pain rushes through you, and your own shrieks ring in your ears.

“Do not resist my angel.” You are unsure of what you're resisting, but it hurts more than anything humanly possible.

“I will show you the light.”

–

You suck in a deep breath and sit up, like you've just got out of the water just before you've drowned.

Adrenaline flows through your blood, the drug making you hyper aware of everything around you.

You're on your bed, the bathroom light in the corner of your room reaches out to the shadowed gloom of your bedroom. And there's something on your head too, wrapped tightly too.

A bandage, seems as if you did hit your head pretty hard. You confirm that as you poke at different spots on the bandage and reward yourself with a painful wince.

“You haven't done any massive damage, just a concussion.”

That voice, a very familiar one is all you recognise as your head jolts up to the source of where it came from.

You're unsure of who he is, the hood of a purple robe obstructing your view of the man's face. He holds a staff, though he's too far in the shadows to get a proper good look at it.

“You…” He's the one in your dreams, you're sure of it. He can't be real, shouldn't be real at all, should be a figment of your imagination.

“You still resisted when I showed you the truth.” Truth? What is the truth? The only truth you know is that a strange man who's been making you go batshit in dream land is in your bedroom.

“I don't- I have no idea what you're on about.” That came out a little more sassy than necessary, but you're not really processing what the fuck is going on.

In response to your remark, the man steps out of the shadows and lets go of his staff for it to turn to dust.

In this light, you can see the faint glow of the light shine slightly on his face, painting the picture of his nose and lips. But then his hands reach up to his hood and pull it off his head.

You can't help but freeze up. The guy is hot as fuck, you can't deny. You feel like comically rubbing your eyes to check what you're seeing in front of you is real.

Of course the creepy guy has pretty privilege. Could be worse.

“I suppose I will have to form the ritual.” A ritual? Sounds fun, a great time even.

Slight snag though, you don't fancy being sacrificial meat for this guy, hot or not. Or maybe it'll be some weird mating ritual. You hope it's the latter.

“Your assumption is correct, for it is the latter we will be performing.” He can read minds as well, how amazing for you. You probably don't even have to talk anymore, but you quite fancy putting your words in on things.

“Why are we doing this ritual?” Just to emphasise the slight distress you feel, you get up off the bed, but it backfires when you stumble as a wave of dizziness crashes down on you.

Warm hands circle your waist, pulling your back toward a firm chest. Can't help but think you're in heaven because you've never been near someone so strong, muscular and hot.

Oh, and he's also hard. Can feel it against your ass and it nearly has you shuddering.

A breath coats your ear, it seems he's leant down to your ear and goes to mumble in your ear. “Because you resisted my gift,” He paused as one of his hands glided away from your waist to cup your mound. “And I wish to show you the light.”

Your mind is in overdrive, it certainly doesn't help that you've got a concussion, but he's got a hand in your very special parts. Whether he's hot or not, he should at least ask for permission. “Wait- wait I- stop-”

“Is something the matter?” You can tell he's grinning as he does this, and you can't help but gasp as he nibbles at your ear and rubs his hand over your mound, making you wetter than you've ever been before.

You look down and place a hand over his own to try and push him away, but it's only then that the black veins on your body have come back. “The veins-”

A hand clasps your mouth, and you can't help but moan and whine as he continues to stimulate your pussy. “Don't resist me, little lamb.”

Hope of resisting dwindles quickly after he commands this, as his hand moves away from your clothed clit to slip under your shirt and feel your tits. You can't help but suck in a breath as he pinches your nipple, then moves to the other to do the same.

“There- you see? It's not so bad, is it?” He's not wrong, you feel lightheaded and flooded in the feeling of pleasure, and all he's done is barely tease you.

His hand moves away from your mouth, no longer silencing you as it trails down to your pyjama bottoms and slips under it as well as your underwear, and all you can do is stare.

Tight circles are rubbed on your clit, and your legs are already weakening by the second from it. The only dignity you can save is by biting your bottom lip to suppress the light moans attempting to escape your lips. “Very sensitive, aren't we?”

It sounds like he's taunting you, almost driving you up the wall because this pleasure you're feeling is going to make you insatiable.

A finger plunges into your hole, and you fail to hold in the whine you let out, and neither can he suppress a breathy groan. “You're tighter than a virgin.”

You freeze in his hold at that revelation he stated, and in the reply, the bastard chuckles at you. Fuck him for sounding so sexy.

“Knew you were a good choice,” You actually can't help but smile at that. There's always a first for everything, and this was one of those things. And also having a strange man's finger in your cunt.

Said finger suddenly curls inside you, then slowly creeps out, then back in. The gentle thrusting of his finger makes your hands clutch at his forearms, digging your nails into it as you moan.

You hear a faint hiss from it, but his finger only moves faster, then it's joined by another. You can only gasp at the stretch because it actually hurts a little, so you dig your nails into his arms a little more for him to get the message.

His palm rubs against your clit, and it provides you with stimulation you could never get from your own hands because they're not nearly as big as his.

“Got my hand soaked,” He pauses, now angling his fingers so when he thrusts into you, his palm smacks against your clit, and in response you wail at the feeling. “Pretty little lamb.”

His words seem like syrup in your head as you chase your high, his fingers a catalyst for reaching it as they hit that spongy spot in you each time. “Can't wait to make you my wife.”

All coherent thought leaves you as you attempt to shout out a rebuttal at the words, all you let out are pathetic sputters and panting.

“What did I say?” Don't resist, that's what he said. But you don't want to be his wife, don't want to be part of what the hell he's got going on. “Be a good girl and listen.”

The chanting starts again. It's faint at first, but it gets louder and tempo quickens as you get closer to your high.

Gloria las plagas.

The orgasm is intense, you're convulsing and squeaking out a moan as your eyes roll to the back of your head, soreness spreading through your lower area and you're barely able to stand.

Slumping against him, you feel fingers still prodding at your lower area still, before they move away and up to your lips and slip inside your mouth, not even realising the strange taste that coats your mouth is your release.

Your eyelids slowly slip shut without you even realising. The adrenaline you've felt this entire time has run dry from your peak, the pillars of consciousness collapsing, tumbling you into the realm of deep sleep.

Cameras

~Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~

Word count combined for both parts one and two: 8277

PART TWO

Content warnings: smut, sexual content, stalker leon, obsessed leon, male masturbation times 2, female masturbation, panty sniffing, nude taking, breaking into readers place, exhibitionist seemingly unknowingly but knowingly both times, voyeurism? maybe, reader and leon never actually talk

!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!

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── “Conception” [Ryomen Sukuna]

Requested by anon — Hey, love ur writing. All the smut you've written for the jjk men is soooo hot. Would u be interested in writing feral ritual sex & breeding kink w sukuna? Like he's obsessed w the thought of his precious little queen having his child, but since he's a curse he has to put in some extra effort to make sure it takes & doesn't harm her. I'm just obsessed w the thought of the bid bad king of curses being soft for his little baby (& ofc the babymaking process). Love u and wishing u a good day.

Warnings — breeding, inflation, lactation, dumbification, dacryphilia, pregnancy. MINORS DNI.

Sukuna was a greedy man. Sure, he had his lovely queen, the only one who had ever managed to tame him. He never desired any forms of human companionship till you came in his way with the pretty little face of yours and an ever charming wit.

But he hungered for more, recently.

Sukuna had never even thought of having a family. He held no desire to procreate, but over the time, staying with you, learning about your own desires of a family someday— it grew over him like a disease. To see you with his offspring, his heir. The need to get you pregnant, the desire so primal in him that all he could think of was that. He was utterly obsessed.

So, now that you are in the privacy of your room, who were you to deny the king of his wishes? Sukuna always gets what he wants. And you learnt so when you saw that look of hunger in his eyes. He was so certain he'd knock you up tonight. And you were too, considering his actions.

"Look at you..." he growls, taking the sight of you all in, eyes glassy and desperate, sweat glistening off your pale skin as he pounds into you without a drop of mercy. Your lips tremble as wanton moans of his name escape your throat. "Meant to be a mother..."

All that occupied his mind was to see your belly round with his brood, to see how you'd glow with his child in your womb, to see how much more prettier you would you get with your tits growing heavy, your kimono tightening around them as they fill up with milk. With that thought and the feeling of you tightening around his cock, he releases into your womb, cock nudging against your cervix as he fills you to the brim.

It wasn't enough, of course.

A helpless mewl escapes your lips when you feel him moving again. "S-Sukuna..." a whine escapes your lips. He tuts, a smirk forming on his face as he resumes thrusting into your oversensitive cunt. "Not so fast, my lovely Queen..." he says, a finger reaching to pinch and tug upon your hardened nipple. "Need to make sure I breed you well..." he says, his pace increasing as he speaks, "You'll be carrying our baby soon..."

"N-Ngh—! 'K-Kuna...'s too much!" you complain, your mind almost going blank when you feel him hit your cervix again. And again. And again. But he shows no sign of stopping. "You can take it, my queen....you must give me a child. An heir...." he softly brushes the hair out of your face as he pounds into you in a harsh manner till you feel a knot build in your stomach once again.

"S-Sukuna..Ahh...c-cumming...!" you moan as he increases his pace, making the knot of your stomach snap, squirting over his cock and making him chuckle darkly. "Mmm...pretty..." he says softly, not stopping his movements till he fills you up once again. His seed filling your womb for the second time for the day. You whine at the feeling, there was no way his plan to impregnate you was failing at this rate.

"Sukuna..." you mutter his name softly as he pulls out of you slowly, giving your forehead a soft kiss. Perhaps it was an apology on behalf of the long night he was planning ahead. Giving you a moment to prepare yourself, he watches his cum ooze past your pussy before he rams into your poor cunt again.

"S-Sukuna-ah! p-please...." you whimper, it was too much! but it was also only the beginning. He is a curse after all, he has to take extra efforts to make sure he impregnates you, no? "P-Please...too full!"

"Sssh...." he says, grunting as he feels the gummy walls of your cunt clamp over him. "You need to give me a child, my queen..." he says gruffly, wiping the tears that roll down your cheek. It's too much! "You're gonna make such a beautiful mother...belly round with my child. F-Fuck...gonna breed you so well tonight."

Another thick load, followed by another, soft praises escaping his lips, thumbs brushing your tears away. You were too full with his hot and sticky seed, too overstimulated, your brain mushed to the point you couldn't think about anything except being bred my him. About being pregnant with his heir. About fulfilling his desire. About making him a father.

Your belly appeared to bulge a bit from the amount of cum he's stuffed into you. Your womb overflowing with his seed. And yet— Sukuna wasn't satisfied. He kept going, and the last thing you felt was his cock still buried deep into your cunt, a heavy load released into yet again. He lies next to you, cock slipping out. His seed flowed out of you in large amounts as he brushes the strands of your hair from your face and softly kisses your forehead. "Rest, my Queen..."

Of course his efforts had paid out. And it was just what he imagined. You were glowing with his child in your belly, he simply loved to caress your round belly as he held you, praised you for carrying his heir —so incredibly proud of his queen and his little one that was growing in you.

He loved to see the tightness around your chest, the stains on your kimono as your breasts grew heavy. The blush on your cheeks when he told you he'd relieve you of the overflowing mess— slurping and drinking upon the sweet nectar greedily.

He absolutely fucking adored to see you crochet little clothes to welcome your little one, sitting on the bed with a round belly as you knit together a cute and tiny sweater for the to-be-coming-soon member with your eyebrows scrunched together as you poured your focus into it.

And when the little one was born? Sukuna never knew he could be so soft. He would spend his days with the little one cradled in his arms, his pride growing when he saw him perched upon your hip, walking around — just being the amazing mother he expected you to be. He would make sure no harm ever befell the two of you.

He now sits with the two of his only loved ones, with something on his mind again— maybe in the upcoming years, he could have more of this. A big family with his wonderful queen.

Sukuna was a very greedy man, after all.

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fouyumixuri

1 year ago

ME AND YOUR MAMA

Sanemi x reader

MINORS DNI. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME

CW: smut, penetrative sex, reader has a pussy and tits, handjob, Sanemi an asshole, drunk sex, enemies to lovers kind of?, there’s a slap somewhere in there but not during the sex

Word Count: 5,609

Yeah I wish I had a reason for doing this one.

You met Sanemi for the first time after becoming Mitsuri’s Tsuguko. Since you were always literally living with her, you saw Obanai coming over a lot. You didn’t mind the boy, and he didn’t mind you either, actually reacting rather warmly to your presence due to the sheer fact you were Mitsuri’s Tsuguko. He liked to think of you as his and Mitsuri’s sort of love child, as weird as that may seem.

However, since Obanai and Sanemi were so close, you would sometimes see the rather brutish boy while living in the Love Mansion while Obanai was visiting Mitsuri.

These sightings, however, were typically awkward, and you chalk that up to your first meeting.

You were at the hot springs enjoying yourself, when a sudden gust of wind had decided your clothes deserved a dip in the water as well. You looked at the pitiful clothing as it sunk to the bottom, a subtle “well fuck,” leaving your mouth as you dipped below the water to grab it. Shortly after, you head back to the Love Mansion, in nothing but your towel, to ask Mitsuri if she has an extra kimono you can borrow. Once you get there, you ask one of the hinoto in the mansion where Mitsuri is, and they inform you she had left to go eat with Obanai.

Well fuck x2.

You decide Mitsuri wouldn’t mind if you just borrowed one of her kimonos for the evening, in fact she always loves when you borrow her things, so she would probably be ecstatic about it. You head into her room, still wrapped in your towel mind you, and start looking for something to borrow. However, while shuffling through her clothes, you hear her door open behind you, and a low sound. Almost like a gulp? That definitely wasn’t Mitsuri.

Well fuck x3.

You turn your head and see a man, with wild light grey hair. He’s covered in scars. Jesus, he’s ripped. Somehow his chest is more exposed than yours AND Mitsuri’s. Wow his lashes are so long. Is he blushing?

“Hello, can I help you?” You utter, suddenly conscious of your lack of clothing as you try to be as normal as possible about the petrifying situation.

The man is absolutely red, eyes stuck on your face and not daring to go any lower out of sheer humiliation in his part.

“Is this,” he clears his throat so loudly it sounds like it must’ve hurt “Isn’t this Mitsuri’s room?”

You’re starting to blush, embarrassment finally overtaking the initial shock, still trying to make the situation seem less weird as you respond “Oh yeah it is, but she’s out eating with Obanai. Did you need something specific?” You turn completely towards him and take a step forward “I could pass a message to her if you wa-“

He puts his hands up and interrupts you, averting his gaze to the ground, the wall, anywhere but you

“No no, it’s fine, I was just looking for Obanai anyway. Thanks.”

Sanemi quickly excuses himself and leaves the mansion shortly after. Heading to town, face red and petrified. All he wanted was to ask his friend when they were supposed to go eat, instead he got an eye full of some random girl’s ass AND he got stood up by his friend. He’s so pissed. And embarrassed. And kind of turned on. But mostly pissed. And embarrassed. When he finally finds Obanai and Mitsuri they look shocked. Then they remember they were supposed to be eating WITH him. Mitsuri immediately gasps at the realization and starts apologizing “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! We were so caught up in our conversation we completely forgot!” Obanai pipes in “Yeah, we’re sorry man- wait why are you so red”

Sanemi is so pissed.

He is so pissed but the mortification of what he just experienced is overshadowing his anger so he just gruffs out “It’s fuckin fine I’m fine,” and the three continue their meal like they normally would.

Ever since that fated day you two are EXTREMELY awkward around each other. Though you don’t see each other every day, it’s still often enough for you both to be consistently reminded of your first encounter. Even after learning each others’ names, and engaging in “small talk” (AKA you talking while he wishes he could teleport to anywhere but here) while Mitsuri and Obanai are off canoodling in the background, you are still stiff with the haunting memories of your first meeting together. It stresses Sanemi the fuck out, and his outlet for stress? Taking it out on you. Which wasn’t odd, but he was usually tamer around girls. Not nice, but tamer. With you? He was worse than usual. He was very snappy, and always completely cold and indifferent, and nobody knew why. Obanai and Mitsuri picked up on it, which led to Obanai asking him what was up one day, as the two boys were hanging out alone. After agonizing about it for a couple of minutes Sanemi came clean with Obanai, who laughed his ass off at how stupid the two of you were. Seriously. He also IMMEDIATELY told Mitsuri, who giggled and said “awe, oh nooo, no wonder they turn so red around each other, I thought they were in love.”

You weren’t.

After your first meeting with him, and him being rude to you every time after that, you could care less about his weird ass. You didn’t even care about how you could see his tight abs contract whenever he was training, or how his long lashes shaded his eyes when he looked down in thought. Nope. Not even when his chest heaved after a hard days work, sweat dripping and glistening on every detail of his scarred skin. None of that mattered.

The same way how he NEVER thought about the curve of your ass, or how your damp hair stuck to your breasts, or how your glossy lips pouted whenever he would snap at you. He NEVER considered what it would be like to touch that warm space between your legs and make you tremble for him.

Yeah you were both down bad.

It was driving Obanai crazy. Mitsuri loved it, she thought your guys’ little awkward courtship was adorable. Obanai hated it. He just wanted you two to fuck and get it over with already. “Maybe it’ll get Sanemi to wind the fuck down a bit.” He said.

So they decided to give y’all a little push. It was a team effort for them.

Obanai invited you and Sanemi to go out drinking with him and Mitsuri. Sanemi took some coaxing, but you were excited to see your two best friends and the guy you wanted to fuck, so you eagerly said yes. While you were getting ready you noticed Mitsuri doting on you extra hard, even going as far as doing your makeup and hair for you.

“What’s the point in me wearing makeup? We’re just going drinking” you ask, looking at the ground as she put eyeliner on you

“I’m wearing makeup too, I don’t wanna be the only girl all dressed up! Plus you’re so pretty! It’d be such a shame to not emphasize your features” she gushed over you a bit more, making sure to fluff your breasts a bit before grabbing your hand and skipping out of her room together. She made SURE your tits were out just as much as hers and although you were a bit confused by her sudden attention to detail, you felt pretty damn cute. Sanemi felt the same way, feeling his dick twitch at the sight of your pretty face and your tits nearly spilling out of your kimono.

The walk to the bar felt sooooo long, each time you would try to talk to him he couldn’t help but see your tits bounce with each step in his peripheral vision, so he opted to not look at you at all. Answering everything with short “yeah”s and “mhm”s. You couldn’t help but feel suddenly self conscious. You started getting down on yourself, ‘is he so unattracted to me that even makeup doesn’t help?’ And you suddenly felt like a clown for putting in so much effort just to be ignored. Meanwhile he was trying his best to coax his brain to think of traumatic events just so he doesn’t bust in his pants in front of you, God, and his best friend.

A couple feet in front of you two Obanai and Mitsuri are gossiping about you both.

“Why aren’t they talking?” The Love Hashira was frantic

“Babe, they’re idiots” he got his cheek pinched for that, quickly uttering “it’s trueee! But things will work themselves out! They just need this one little push.”

Mitsuri anxiously glances back, trying not to be obvious. When she sees the look on sanemi’s face, and the way you’re anxiously fiddling with the belt of your kimono, both of you blushing like virgins? She starts smirking. Turning forward and lacing her arm with Obanai before leaning over and whispering “You were righhhtttttt!”

“I knowwwwww!” He whispered back.

They were so in love it made you guys wanna puke. In an endearing way. It was like watching your parents kiss as a child, and it gave both you and Sanemi a slightly less awkward feeling.

“God, those two were made for each other.”

You think out loud

Sanemi nods and almost smiles, wearing a lopsided grin “They’re so in love it makes me sick.”

You laugh at his joke, making the couple in front of you look at each other with wide eyes, and making the poor man next to you almost buckle at the knees.

“Awww no way…maybe just a little” you reply with just a little bit of snark, which makes Sanemi warm up to you a little bit more. Not that you, or anybody else would ever know that, because he’s hell bent on staying emotionally constipated for the rest of his days. But deep down, underneath the constipated surface, he genuinely likes you. He was just VERY sexually frustrated. And an asshole. Plus his last crush died. He’s a little traumatized be patient.

You guys finally got to the bar, and immediately ordered some sake. They forced you and Sanemi to sit next to each other, making you both blush and fidget awkwardly. Once the drinking started, you and Sanemi started to loosen up a bit. Not with each other, though, you both just started talking to mitsuri and Obanai. Suddenly you got too excited, talking to the Love Hashira about something funny you remembered, and lost your balance slightly, bumping into Sanemi. With a little liquid courage in him, he was brave enough to steady you with both of his hands uttering a gentle but gruff

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm,” you look up at him with your flushed face, your glossy eyes gazing up at him through your pretty lashes and reply with a small “Thank you.” He feels his dick throb in his pants and panics. He quickly pushes you off of his body and steadies you back on your seat before ripping his hands from your body as if you were scalding hot. He’s stressed as hell with both of his hands on his knees mumbling “Don’t fucking mention it,” albeit, a little more aggressively than he meant it, he’s just so fucking frustrated, and he doesn’t know what to do. He wants you so bad but he doesn’t know how to initiate anything romantic, so he just suffers in his own little sexually frustrated hell. And you DO NOT make it easy on him. However, you slump a little at his attitude, wondering why he always has to treat you this way. Mitsuri notices how sad you look and before your drunk girl tears can start she ushers you to the bathroom. She grabs your hand and forces you to skip all the way there with her, making your mood brighten just a bit.

Whilst in your own little girl bubble together, she looks at you and says

“Soooo…”

You raise an eyebrow at her “Sooo…what?”

She suddenly stopped walking and grabbed both of your hands, swinging you in front of her gently before whispering to you

“What’s up with you and Sanemi?”

You start to pout “is it that obvious?”

“YES!” She says a little too loudly, earning looks from a couple drinkers who are still close enough to hear you “you both turn so red and get so awkward around each other!”

“I wish!” You admit, the alcohol erasing all caution about your crush on him “He totally hates me…”

“Not from what Obanai tells me!” She says in a bright little whisper, “Cheer up. He’s got a rough personality, but he does like you. We can both tell.” You try not to roll your eyes at your sweet, sweet friend, but you can’t help but feel like she’s just trying to spare your feelings. You give her a little smile and say “Okay, okay. Thank you.” She nods, hands you her hair comb, and says “Go cool off a bit in the bathroom, fix your hair a little, and come back out when you feel as pretty as you look tonight.”

You can’t help but hug her sweet ass. You both have a little drunk girl hug moment, giggling and doting on each other, before you both finally let go. Mitsuri skipping back to the table, and you entering the bathroom to fix yourself up again. You splash a little cool water on your face, which helps you sober up just the tiniest bit, smooth down your hair a bit, and after a couple of minutes of deep breathing, you head back out there, getting back to the table, just to see Mitsuri and Obanai getting ready to leave.

“Hey, where are you guys going?”

Obanai looks at you and looks back at Mitsuri, her being mostly carried by him and barely conscious.

“She’s had a little too much to drink, so I’m just gonna take her back to my place so I can keep an eye on her,” he hoists her up in his grip a bit, “…make sure she doesn’t choke on her own puke.”

You nod hesitantly, not because you doubt Iguro, you know he would never do anything bad to Mitsuri, you just didn’t know where this left you and Sanemi.

“Sanemi, d’you mind walking her home?” Obanai speaks, gesturing to you with a slight jerk of his head. Sanemi sputters “Wha? No way, she’s a Tsuguko she can walk herse-“

“Don’t. Be. An ass. Just walk the poor girl home.” Obanai snips at him, before hoisting Mitsuri up on his back, and piggybacking her out of there.

Sanemi grumbles and drags his hands dramatically down his face in exasperation. You can’t help but feel awkward and kind of hesitant about walking home with him. You both sit there in silence for a couple of minutes.

“Hey, don’t worry about walking me home, I’ll just tell them that you did. Don’t worry about it.”

He sighs dramatically in response “Shut the fuck up. Let’s go.” He stands up straight, tosses some money on the table, and grabs your hand roughly before walking towards the exit. As rough as his grip is, you can’t help but blush because this is the most physical contact you guys have had with each other. Most of the walk back was spent with you both silently blushing, and holding hands, painfully wishing that the other wouldn’t bring it up.

“Sanemi, you’re going kind of fast, I can’t keep up.”

“Shut up. You’re fucking fine.”

His grip on your hand tightens. You frown softly to yourself the rest of the way back. The speed of his pace evidence enough that he would rather be anywhere but here, anywhere except next to you. It sucks wanting to be with him. You start to think bitterly to yourself.

Once you both get back, he walks you towards the door to the mansion, stops slightly right of it, and roughly tugs you from behind him to shove you towards the door.

“There. You’re home for fucks sake.”

He turns to leave, but you’re fed the fuck up at this point. Even when he’s drunk he’s still an asshole.

“Why do you always have to be such a dick?”

He immediately stops, pivoting around and stomping towards you, making you back up until your back hits the wall. He slams both of his hands on the wall behind you, trapping you between them.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

You glare up at him “Why the FUCK are you such a DICK all the time?”

He scoffs with his brows raised, and starts to mock you “Oh, what, somebody doesn’t blow smoke up your ass about how hot you are for once and suddenly your whole night’s ruined?” The way his speech is slightly slurred is the only telltale sign he’s just as drunk as you.

You make a bewildered face at him.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Is-is this about that one time?”

He also makes a bewildered face at you.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talkin about that time when you walked in on me!”

His whole face turns red and he finally moves his arms off the wall in favor of covering his face with his hands and screaming into them.

You watch on with indifference, if not slight confusion. Eyebrow raised at him as he’s doubled over screaming by himself.

“I think you’re the worst thing that’s happened to me since I became a demon slayer”

You interrupt his meltdown with your own little outburst, honestly you just wanted to hurt his feelings too for once. However, this causes him to straighten up slowly, and inhale before removing his hands from his face.

“Oh yeah? What a privileged life you live, to have some guy who doesn’t want you be the worst thing that’s happened to you. Do you know what everyone else here has BEEN through?” He starts slowly stalking towards you, making you back up to the wall again. “Seems like we’ve all earned our places here except you, doesn’t it?” He stops about half of a foot in front of you “You think I’m the worst thing that’s happened to YOU? You dumb fucking bitch. You’re fucking delusional. Just you wait. Being here will-“

It all happened so fast.

Your palm stung from smacking him, he suddenly went silent, then he looked at you. Cheek bright red and stinging.

Then, he was grabbing your ass and kissing you. It was so, so desperate, too. As soon as his lips came into contact with yours, his palms grabbing handfuls of your ass, he groaned. You kissed back immediately, of course, your hands taking purchase in his hair and grabbing at the roots gently. He parted from you, panting for a second as he moved to suck on your bottom lip. His hands pulled you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you into the Love mansion. He stumbled drunkenly down the hall towards the rooms, you parting from him and quickly whispering a

“hereherehererighthere”

Once he gets to your bedroom door. Then he slides it open, steps inside, and immediately slams it it shut. He lowers both of you to the ground, himself on top of you. He removes his right hand from your ass and places it on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb gently. He stops kissing you just to speak with your lips still touching

“Fuck…wanted you for so long,”

He’s rutting his rock hard dick against your pussy, your kimono exposing you panties and leaving very little separating you from him. He starts feverishly kissing you again. He bites your bottom lip then runs his tongue across it, pulling away to give little kisses to it as his horny little apology for being rough with it. Runs his tongue along the roof of your mouth, just to lick the inside of your teeth and make you shiver. His left thumb sneaks under your panties, and starts rubbing at your pussy. He rubs at your slit, and accidentally touches your clit making you jump. He stops moving and pulls his tongue out of your mouth to look down at you, going back and rubbing the same spot, making you whine soooo sweetly for him. He leans down and sucks at your neck, rubbing your clit again, this time a little rougher, making you moan and your hips do a little jerk against his touch. You feel him smirking as he switches to suck on the other side of your neck

“Right there?” He huffs out, his voice is so low and raspy in your ear, as he rubs another little circle in your clit, making you moan once again as your panties start to dampen his hard cock. He groans at your reaction

“Ohhhh yeah…it’s right there isn’t it baby…your pussy’s slobbering all over my dick, it must feel so good” at this point he’s rubbing it mercilessly, and you’re panting and grinding against his touch letting out a breathy

“Yes baby, right there baby,” and god if your breathy little voice doesn’t send him over the edge. He leans back on his heels and hooks both hands into your panties before roughly tugging them down your legs, looking down with his face bright red and his eyes glossy and desperate for you. His eyes watch as your pussy drips down your ass and onto the floor, and he whimpers at the sight.

He whimpered.

You can’t help but spread your legs for him, and the sight of you doing that before him makes him wonder what he ever did that made the Universe think he deserved this. He groans as he looms over you, the sight of him like this makes all your blood rush to your pussy.

His hairs disheveled, his shirt baggy and showing his buff, heaving chest. His mouth open and panting, his eyes pitiful and screaming “I’m sorry I just wanna put it in you so bad” the sight of him reduced to this alone is enough to make you cum. He kisses you again, leaning on one hand and using the other to thumb at your nipple. You both moan into each others mouths once he touches it, and he stops kissing you so he can start sucking hickies onto your chest. The feeling of his rough lips against your tender skin making you moan. You place your hands on the back of his head, a silent plea to not stop, as you start rubbing your wet pussy against his clothed dick. He groans pitifully against his mouthful of your tit and you feel his dick throb against you. You can’t help but let your jaw slack at everything going on right now. You continue grinding against him and his pops off of your tit, leaving a huge mark on it, and he starts licking at your nipple, tweaking the other with his hand. You moan and jump at the sensation, and he looks up at you with those pitiful eyes again, half lidded as he takes your nipple into his mouth and starts sucking on it, groaning into your skin when he feels how wet you get on his dick after he does that. You grip his hair at the root and pull him off your nipple with a loud and wet pop, and he lets out a guttural groan at the sensation. Your tits covered in his spit and hickies, and his toned body heaving against yours as he pants.

“Sanemi…” you reach your hand under the waistband of his pants and grab his painfully hard dick, forcing a broken moan out of him

“I need you so bad.” You whine back at him. He nods breathlessly, and you start pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Watching his large pecs and the harsh lines of his abs twitch with excitement as he pulls his dick out, making you raise your brows in aroused shock.

He’s so thick, his cock so heavy that even though he’s the hardest he’s ever been in his life, it’s still weighed down by his sheer girth. His dick starts weeping precum and it drips down to your clit perfectly. Before he can do anything you lean up and grab it, drooling down onto his dick and jerking it as you look up at him, rest your chin against his abs as he looks down at you. God the face he’s making is so fucking hot, his lips are slightly colored from your lipstick rubbing off on him, and he just looks so utterly pitiful as he lets out a string of broken moans and sobs, the sight of your pretty face looking up at him as you jerk off his dick reduces him to a little puddle of desperation, and he quickly cums at the sight in front of him, shooting ropes onto your chest and grunting out a loud

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck-k yes please,” he wheezes in desperation as you start jerking him faster, overstimulating him “pleaseeee, yes pleeeassee fu-uck fuck yes, ohhhhh, oh God” his eyes start rolling back as he puts one hand on the back of your head, and the other on your cheek

“Let me put it in. Please, need to be inside you”

He starts leaning you back down, positioning himself over you, resting on one elbow with his hand behind your head, and placing his other hand over the one you have still holding his cock before he starts pushing the tip inside of you. He tightens his grip on your hand as he teases his head in and out of your hole, forcing some high pitched moans out of you, and getting a couple of throaty groans out of him as well. Your pussy sucks his whole tip inside, and you both whimper pitifully. He takes his hand off of yours and rests it next to your head, stroking your hair lightly as he starts slowly humping his dick into you. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a little desperate “mhm” for every inch that he sinks deeper into you. When he finally gets balls deep, you feel his entire length twitch, as he whimpers a little choked-out-high-pitched “fuck” and takes in shaky breath. You’ve been panting and moaning, desperate since he started fucking himself into you, and the feeling of his fat balls resting and twitching against your ass has your head spinning and your pussy squeezing him even tighter.

He starts with a slow drag out of your pussy, his whole body trembling with need but he’s trying so, so hard to be gentle with you because he knows once he loses himself in this he’s not gonna stop. And he slowly slides himself back to the very hilt. He doesn’t wanna hurt you, but he’s been waiting for you for so long and you feel “fuck you’re so tight and fucking wet oh my god.” He tilts his head up and his eyes flutter open and look down at you, he swallows hard. The thumb on the hand he still has on the back of your head starts stroking your hair, the hand that was next to you now stroking your cheek as he looks down at you so deep and vulnerable, his cheeks still flushed as he starts grinding with his dick still buried inside you, rubbing against your g spot and cervix as his base rubbed your clit so sweetly

“Fuuuuuuuck Sanemi, oh god” you keen underneath him, you bring one hand up to his face as you start stroking his cheek gently too, your other hand gripping harshly at his pants. You’re both moaning and panting while maintaining eye contact, and you can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the intimacy and vulnerability of it all.

“Is…is this okay?” He asks you, all breathy and raspy. His voice goes straight to your pussy and you whine a shaky

“Mhmmmm”

You wrap your legs around his waist and try to pull him impossibly deeper

“I’ve wanted you for a long time too”

You say, and god your voice is oh so sweet and light with arousal.

“Really?” His cheeks get redder, he starts grinding harder against you as his thumb that was stroking your cheek goes lower to start rubbing your clit

“Ah! Yes! Wanted you so bad!”

He smiles down at you and god he looks so soft, so beautiful, fuck. The way he’s rubbing your clit makes it burn with pleasure and you start bubbling little praises for him

“So good”, “so big”, “you’re so pretty, nemi”

He’s blushing and he stops grinding into you just to start pulling out and and thrusting into you, slow and soft, his abs flexing as his chest rubs against yours. He shifts and and accidentally changes the angle of his hips, so when he starts thrusting directly into your g-spot and your pussy clamps down as you squeal with pleasure, he stops, worried that he’s hurt you

“Oh fuck, ‘r you okay?”

“Yes please, please, please don’t stop. Fuck. Right there keep going please baby”

He just looks at you, eyes half lidded and pussy drunk as he nods and starts thrusting harder into you, right into that little soft spot inside you. Your pussy drooling around his cock so much it drips down to his balls and makes a disgusting squelching sound everytime he buries himself into you.

He groans, deep and raspy at the sound

“Fuckkkkkk”

He starts rubbing your clit faster, looking down at you with his sweet, red, and fucked out face

“Cum on it…” he’s panting, his voice raspy from being so loud “…wanna see the look in your eyes as you fall apart. For me.” He starts picking up his pace, your tits bouncing with each thrust and your drawn out moans punctuated by his rhythm. You feel the heat flooding in your pussy and your cheeks, placing both hands on his shoulders to ground yourself,

“Nemi, Nemi,” you let out a wet sob “gonna cummmm” he lets out a depraved moan that pushes you over the edge he feels your pussy squeezing and squirting all over him. You scream as your toes curl and your legs tighten around his waist. He gasps and whimpers out

“Yesss…please, fuck, oh god…” he’s still humping himself into you, getting more and more desperate for his own release, the after shocks of your orgasm making your pussy squeeze the life out of him and he whimpers

“I’m ‘bout to cum…please…please…let me do it inside” he starts rubbing your clit faster, overstimulating you in hopes you’ll let him claim you like this. Your legs shake around him, hands still on his face as you nod “do it, baby, empty it as deep as you can. Want it so bad” he lets out the saddest, hottest broken sob as he empties himself balls deep in side of you. His whole body’s shaking and he’s moaning and whimpering as he grinds himself as deep as possible and fucks his cum deeper into you while he comes down from his high. He finally collapses, and you both are panting, sticky, and completely spent after you first time together. He brings his arms around your waist and rolls off of you, subsequently pulling your body on top of his instead, and moving one of his hands to your head to rub it gently. You’re both still catching your breath, as he finally speaks

“I…I’m bad with words.”

You lift your head off his chest to look at him, he’s looking at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact for now.

He continues “But…I’ve liked you. A long time. ’m sorry I didn’t say anything before,” he takes a hand off you momentarily to vaguely gesture to you, “,this. But I hope that you still…i don’t know…” he trails off, starting to feel embarrassed by the vulnerability and not comfortable enough with the feelings to express the properly.

“I like you too.”

He finally looks at you following your response, and he sits up a little, with him leaning back on one elbow to look at you and you leaning forward on your elbows to look at him.

“I know we both have our…rough spots but,” you continue and place one hand over his

“maybe we could work on them? Together?”

In a rare, soft moment with him he laces his fingers with yours and nods. You both smile sweetly at each other, in the beginnings of a puppy love together, and sit in silence for a bit

“Sorry I slapped you, by the way.”

He snorts and ruffles your hair, you giggle and try to swat his hand away.

“It’s whatever, you’re lucky it was hot.”

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The next day, as Obanai is bringing Mitsuri back, they’re walking down the hall to her room when your door opens up, and out emerges the two of you. Covered in fucking hickies with your hair a mess smiling like fools. Obanai immediately has to slap a hand over Mitsuri’s mouth as she starts to guffaw at the state of you two, Obanai at a loss words.

“I…can’t deal with this right now,” and he continues dragging a chortling Mitsuri back to her room so they can gossip about what the hell they just saw.

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