Regret | Leon Kennedy X Fem! Reader

Dad Sanemi finding out you're expecting again!

done and done! Also requested by @lisa-257

FINDING OUT YOU’RE PREGNANT AGAIN

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA X LUNAR PILLAR!READER!

A/N: a continuation of my Bundle of Joy series, in celebration of one year since its publication!

CW: 1.9k • MDNI • fluff • pregnancy mention • Sanemi and Reader are married • slightly suggestive in parts/references to sex

READ BUNDLE OF JOY HERE

It had been a normal day. You’d awoken well before dawn and departed Sanemi’s estate with a quick kiss for both him and your daughter before returning to your own to prepare your training yard from the group of new Juniors being sent for defensive training — your speciality as the Lunar Pillar.

That training had gone about as well as you’d been warned it would — which was to say, absolutely dreadful. Nearly all lower-ranked Slayers were close to passing out not even an hour into their defensive drills.

The only one who’d stood out was the young, eager Kamado boy, who’d offered to partner with to test his footwork.

“Excellent!” You praised as Kamado manage to parry another one of your attacks with a training blade. “The best I’ve seen today!” You whirled around his attempt at an offensive jab with ease. “In fact, I think —“

A sudden, splitting pain ripped across your head, whiting out your vision. There was a sharp, keening ring in your ears, and all at once, the familiar training yard of your estate faded away with a distant, worried call of your surname.

You did not realize you’d fainted until your eyes flittered open, and you found yourself blearily staring at the blue of the sky above.

In your periphery, you saw the clustered, worried faces of your subordinates, anxiously peering down at you.

Before you could ponder exactly how you’d ended up on your back on the ground, your mouth welled with saliva, hot and bitter, and your stomach lurched.

You’d barely managed to flip over to your knees before you began wretching. Between the great, shudderkng gasps of air you managed to gulp down, you did not see your crow take off from its nearby perch with a hurried beat of its wings.

You’re fighting to rise to your feet when the tension in the air noticeably shifts. A sudden electricity settles over the juniors, a hushed murmur snaking its way through the throng.

The crowd of Slayers swiftly parts around as the Wind Pillar furiously makes his way toward you.

You’re still crouched on one knee, hand pressed to your mouth in some futile effort to keep the contents of your breakfast from making a reappearance splattered across the dirt.

Your husband kneels down next to you, his warm, comforting hand resting between your shoulder blades. You fight the urge to lean into him; the morale of the greater Corps is just as important as their training, and it would only be undermined by the sight of a vulnerable Hashira.

But Sanemi knows how to read you better than anyone, and he must sense your hesitation. “Whoever hasn’t resumed training by the time I stand is being sent to my estate for obedience lessons.” He barks.

There’s a pause before he adds, “And I don’t use training swords.”

Though you’re fighting to keep from dry heaving into the dirt, you can’t help the small smile that forms on the corners of your lips at the flurry of anxious movement and the telltale sound of practice weapons colliding in choreographed defensive maneuvers.

Sanemi’s tone is much softer as he murmurs your name. “Can you stand?”

You manage a stiff nod. The white-knuckled grip on his hand as you rise on shaky legs would crush the fingers of anyone else that wasn’t him.

Sanemi’s hold on you remains steady as you stand, and he is right there when your knees buckle, his body pushed against yours to keep you upright.

Gently, Sanemi eases you back down to your knees. He squats beside you, his arm wrapping firmly around your waist for extra support.

Your eyes lift to his, and with a groan, you know his orders before he speaks them.

“Kocho’s. Now.”

You shake your head. “I have to finish their training —“

The Wind Pillar stands then, and though you cannot see his face, you can imagine the twist of his mouth; the hard look in his eyes.

“All of you!” His raised voice startles several of the junior Corps members, some dropping their training swords as they stand at attention. “Defensive training is finished for the day. Fuck off to the Love Pillar’s estate.“

You flick your eyes up to see the gaggle of young slayers staring wide-eyed and anxious at your husband.

“Now!”

The younger Corps members jolt into action, quickly putting away the tools and props you’d organized for the day and gathering their things.

Sanemi turns his attention back to you. He waits until the last of the trainees departs your Estate with a respectful but hasty bow, before he gathers you up in his arms.

“You must really feel bad if you’re not bitchin’ me out about carrying you.” Sanemi frowns as you loop your arm over his shoulder.

Your eyes remain squeezed shut against your nausea, and you managed nothing more than a grumbled shut up as Sanemi hastily makes his way toward the Butterfly Mansion.

You try and focus on Sanemi’s steady warmth as it bleeds into you; the familiar and comforting scent of sweet matcha that lingers on his skin, a welcome distraction from the way your head spins and aches.

The soothing hallmarks of your husband almost lull you to sleep, when the image of the other half of your heart — of cherub cheeks and a mop of white hair just like her father’s flashes through your mind.

Your eyes suddenly fly open, wide and anxious.

Your daughter. Because you’d been dealing with the bulk of junior slayers, Sanemi had been tasked with keeping your daughter occupied for the day. You’d last seen her earlier that morning at his estate, happily stumbling after a butterfly in her father’s garden.

You stiffen in Sanemi’s arms. “Where is —?”

“She’s with Uzui’s girls,” he’s quick to reassure, and he twists his head to press a soothing kiss to your temple. “I’d brought her with me to discuss training plans when your crow arrived. Hinatsuru offered to take her so I could check on you.”

It does little to soothe the pit in your stomach. “I don’t wish to burden them —“

“They insisted,” Sanemi says simply. “They all jump at the chance to watch her — Uzui, too.”

He wasn’t wrong; your daughter had the entire Uzui family wrapped around her tiny fist.

Sanemi squeezes your waist. “She’s fine — and she’ll be more than happy to see her Mama later. Let’s focus on getting you checked out for now.”

—

You arrive at the Butterfly Mansion in record time. You have to fight the Wind Pillar before he’ll put you down and allow you to walk into the Manor on your own legs.

Sanemi acquiesces, but his arm does not leave its stabling place on your waist.

The Insect Pillar, thankfully, is home and able promptly guide you into a private examination room she reserves for your peers. A quick draw of blood into a glass vial later, and Kocho whisks back to her office to analyze it.

Sanemi sits with you the whole time, chatting with Kocho, his arm around your shoulders, his thumb turning soothing circles into your skin.

But the longer the two of you wait after the petite doctor leaves to run her tests, the more your anxiety mounts.

Your nerves must have begun to sink beneath Sanemi’s skin, for he’d left the examination room a few minutes prior in search of the Insect Pillar, nearly as desperate as you to know what she’d found.

He hadn’t yet returned, leaving you to chew anxiously on your thumbnail, your foot jiggling where it hung over the edge of the table where you sat.

Another minute or two passes, and then the door to the examination room flings open with a start. Faster than you can blink, the Wind Pillar is striding toward you with a broad smile on his face.

“What is —?” Sanemi’s hands — battle-worn and rough — are gentle as they cradle your cheeks, and he silences your question with a sweet but deep kiss.

“You’re pregnant,” he breathes excitedly against your lips, his forehead coming to rest against yours. “You’re pregnant. Kocho confirmed it.”

His eyelashes tickle your cheeks as he kisses you again and again, Sanemi beaming between each eager touch of your lips.

“That didn’t take long, did it?” You tease. “I mentioned wanting another child not even two months ago

“Who am I to deny my wife what she desires?” he grins with equal smugness and elation. “Especially when she asks so sweetly, all bent over for me —“

You clamp your hand over his mouth. “Shush,” you hiss, though you can’t fight your own smile. “Kocho can hear everything —“

“I knew it.” Sanemi boasts, stepping back to bring your knuckles to his lips, his eyes shining. “I knew when you asked for yudofu twice this week that you were pregnant —“

“I’ve always liked yudofu.”

“It was all you ate last time,” and his grin is broad. “Couldn’t get you to choke down anythin’ else for a solid month at one point. Drove me fuckin’ nuts.”

Sanemi’s lips press to your ear as he leans in close, his voice quieting to a sultry whisper. “And you’ve been asking me to take care of those pretty breasts of yours more frequently, haven’t you?”

Your cheeks burn a deep shade of crimson. It was true — they’d been aching and sore. So tender that you’d even contemplated foregoing the sarashi bindings you wore beneath your uniform shirt.

So you had; once, a few weeks earlier.

You hadn’t made it out of your bedroom before you’d been caught by your husband, bug-eyed and blushing as he gaped at your partially-exposed chest. Your uniform shirt had closely resembled his own without the security of your bindings, and yet you’d known, thanks to your skirt, that your attire likely bore a resemblance to that of the Love Pillar’s.

You’d both ended up late to training that day.

Since that day, Sanemi had been more than eager to continue helping after you’d insisted his hot mouth and expert tongue were capable of alleviating some of that tender ache.

You want to groan at yourself. It should have been obvious, once it was clear that your sore chest had not been heralding in your monthly cycle.

But before you can, Sanemi resumes lavishing you with his joyful kisses.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He murmurs against your lips, nuzzling your nose with his. “You’re a goddamn goddess, you know that? So fuckin’ beautiful.“

This time, Sanemi tilts your head so he can deepen his next kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth the moment you open for him.

“Thank you,” he breathes, thumb stroking your cheeks. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“You did just as much work as I did,” you chuckle between his slow, sensual kisses. “Arguably more.”

He pulls away with a light huff, the hand on your cheek sliding to cup the back of your head and bring you in tight against him.

“I ain’t ever gonna stop thanking you,” Sanemi whispers reverently against your hair, his fingers trailing up and down your spine. “‘M never not gonna worship the ground you walk on for makin’ me a father. Not in a hundred years.”

Whether it’s because your emotions are already high out of elation over your news, or because Sanemi’s words — so earnest and full of love — strike that soft part of your heart reserved for him and him alone, your eyes burn with tears.

And even Sanemi’s voice cracks as he whispers, “Thank you. Thank you for choosing me.”

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homewrecker!chuuya, dazai, kunikida, fukuzawa, sigma, fyodor, nikolai x fem!reader who's in a toxic relationship

tags. hardcore smut, sfw hcs (not rlly sfw hcs), nsfw scenarios, toxic (ex) bf, ur favs fuck you so good🤞, cheating, fingering, g-spot hitting, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, dubcon i think?, stalking, porn videos/photos, p->v, lying, no used protection, cuckholding, inviting third person, cowgirl, mating, doggy, cuffed and gagged, bondage gear, clit stimulation, praise/degration, spanking, revenge sex, sex ed lessons, oral (f/m), blowjobs, cunnilingous, nikolai eating readers pussy while carrying her on the wall, g-spot hitting, mentioned nikolai murdering your ex 💀, NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL, BANNERS/DIVIDERS MADE BY ME.

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00.1 #𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀

CONFUSED ASF.

honestly brought up the topic abt calling the police multiple times.

is so sosososo confused on why you don't want him to help you and take care of the man :(

you're his best friend, so why don't you ask him for help??

well... he gets his answer one day when your urgently call him to come over.

The door swung opened. There, Kunikida saw you dressed in your skimpy lingerie with a small smirk on your face. "Kuni~ So glad to have you join us for tonight's punishment!" Confused, Kunikida raised his brow. "Is there something wrong?" He asks, allowing himself into the coze of your home — shutting the door lock. You shook your head, "No, just needed you and my boyfriend for something today." Your boyfriend. Concealing his snarl, Kunikida clears his throat and asks you to lead the way.

When you open the door down the hall, Kunikida is met by a man handcuffed and gagged in a chair as well as... bondage gear..? "[Name], what is this?" Kunikida questions, anxious about what you were going to say next. You say nothing and drag him inside the room, locking the door shut before having him sit on the bed. You bend your knees, now eye level to Kunikida's crotch, and what you say next surprises the fuck out of him. "Let's cuck my ex?"

Least to say, Kunikida couldn't deny your request — with how wonderfully beautiful you are, bouncing on his cock. He groans, your insides felt absolutely amazing. "[Name]~ Just like that, rotate your hips just like that - Ghnn~" He places his hands on your hips. You turn back to look at him, a lewd expression hidden by your composed structure. "Oh fuck! Mhm~ Kunii~ Your cock is so biiiigg!" You moan — Kunikida, as an ideal man, never thought that he'd let his best friend cowgirl him in front of her boyfriend. But yet again, you did say that he was your ex right before he started.

So he doesn't need to feel guilty because of his morals, right? That set aside, Kunikida glances at your ex, his face full of snot and tears. He grits his teeth, suddenly feeling hard as hell when he realizes that you were close. Your pussy clamps hard on his dick, the pressure causing him to thrust upwards. "OH!~ Fuck!~ Kunikida!!!~" You mewl, loving this sudden surprise. "Shut it - you whores are always so damn loud," he finally let loose, thrusting up roughly every chance he got.

You squeal, legs shaking and head thrown back. You could hear the muffle yells of your ex, but you didn't care. You didn't want to fuck his pussy soaked wrinkled dick from other girls. So as a last farewell, you spread open your legs — wide. "Kuni!~ Kuni!~ Gonna cum!~" You warn a second before you came — your juices spraying everywhere in front of you. Seconds after, Kunikida came deep inside your pussy — breeding you right in front of your ex boyfriend.

00.2 #𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀

not much to say abt him since I didn't study up on his chara😞🙏

BUUT. fukuzawa would totally def be the type to let you come into his office at any given moment for his comfort :(

honestly wanted to murder the dude but remembered his principles and how he left behind that past, so he refrains from prying too deep into your business.

always there to lend a helping hand at tending to your bruises if you got any

even rubbing your clit to make you feel better on d-day of your break up:(

An audible groan came from you. Your legs spread wide open as you sat on Fukuzawa's lap. His fingers treading towards the depths of your lower half. "Fuku.." You whisper, turning your head to kiss him. He engulfs your lips without hesitation, his fingers finding your clit and circling around it slowly.

"There, there my lovely - he does not deserve you 'nor your love, my dear," he says softly into your ear. His raspy voice doing wonders to rile up your arousal. "It feels good~" A faint moan escapes from you as your fist clutches the fabric of his black haori — his green yukata wrapped around your naked body. "Does it? Then does this feel good as well?" He asks, his other hand on your breast, stimulating your nipple.

The soft tease of your privates sent waves of faint pleasure down your spine. "Hn~ Fuku~.. T-that - hic! Uh-huhh..~" You nod your head, unable to talk through your sobs. "Alright," he chuckles, fingers gliding back to your waist to bring your slipping body back up on his lap. "No need to cry, darling. That man does not know what he is losing." He wipes your tears.

Fukuzawa's hands grope at your breasts, softly and gently. "Break up with him today - you deserve better," he whispers into your ear, his fingers trailing down your breasts to your pelvic area. You hiccuped, feeling disarrayed. "But - Ghn!~" Cutting out any doubts you have left in your system, Fukuzawa flicks at your labia — his fingers making its way to your clit once again.

"You can. Don't let that man scare you." He starts rubbing at a rhythm he knows that's sure to get you squealing in his lap. "Fukufukufuku!~ - zawaannn!!" A long moan strides from your throat — his deep grumble faint. Fukuzawa uses his other to grab your cell, and the first looks for is your boyfriend's. As your high approaches it's max, you hear the sound of a phone ringing.

"As you cum, you're going to break up with your him," Fukuzawa whispers into your ear right before you heard your boyfriends agitated voice — never mind that. You feel his slender fingers slipping in and out of your cunt. The feeling excited you. "I - uh.. - 'M brea - Eehn!~ Breaking up with youuu!!~" You squeal, Fukuzawa's fingers being forced out with the pressure of your orgasm.

Fukuzawa hung up as soon as you announced it, rubbing circles on your stomach. "Good girl, you did so wonderful [Name]. See? There was nothing to fear."

00.3 #𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀

this most likely happened at his casino

like say one day he sees you and goes "ooo pretty girl - nvm she got a husband'

but he sort of js watches you through his screens or subtly follows u around??? man can blend in but bit perfectly

so imagine his reaction one day when he catches your husband cheating on u with another girl in ur bedroom while u were in the shower?

yes he saw through the cams

easy! do the same while he's in the shower ;))

after sigma showed you all the evidence of your husband's affair, you were more than willing to get fucked the same way. "Fuck!~ Sir!~" You moan his name, yelping when a hand collides with your ass. "Shut it. Or do you want to get caught?" Sigma tuts, more motivated than ever when he hears your lewd mewls. But in truth, Sigma was nervous — what if you hadn't reacted the way you did? What then?

Your pussy clenches tight around his dick, bringing him back from stress hell. "Fuuck~ [Name], your - female reproductive system feels soo goood~" He moans from behind you, a hand smacking your ass. "Ah~ Th-the fuck - Gnh!~ Did you just say?" — "I said your pussy feels good! Now shut the fuck up before your cheating scum of a husband comes out and sees how much of a slut his wife is," he threatens — a sharp thrust ripping a moan out of you.

"A - yes sir! Mhmm~" A hand shoves your head down into the pillow. You hear Sigma mutter something, but you didn't bother to pay attention to it — having such good dick drill your pussy was mind numbing. "Ahn!~ Heen!!~" — "Shut up!" Sigma hisses, his thrusts speeding up. "Did you hear that? The tap turned off - your husband is coming out soon. And you better cream my dick before he does."

You mewl from his roughness, starting to feel that long awaited build up tip over. "Si-gmaa!!~ 'M cummin!!! Please! I'm gunna! - " The door is slammed open amidst your very loud moaning. You hear a gasp, and an angry shout come from the man behind you guys. "Shitshit - Mrs. [Surname] - your pussy feels sooo good," Sigma groans, pushing his dick inside your pussy as far as he can.

"[NAME]! What the fuck?!" — "Quiet. Your wife is a busy woman," Sigma shuts him up, pointing to your convulsing pussy wrapped around his dick.

00.4 #𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑

is honestly not surprised by how toxic your relationship is

he knows that you're a person who's easily manipulated by those you care about

an absolute doormat you were

fyodor understands the emotions; fear and sadness — but what he doesn't do is sympathize for those who has it

when you came crying to him about how your boyfriend wouldn't have sex with such an inexperienced woman, he knew now that this was the perfect opportunity to teach you the sex ed you didn't know

Fyodor's nimble fingers dangle down your jawline, your face clutched in his palm. "Open your jaw, Angel." Though what intended to sound like a gentle reminder, served as a command by the male above you. Opening your mouth without complaint, you let him guide your lips to the tip if his dick.

"Now remember," his soft voice echoes through the room. "Tongue first, swirl it. Then suck the tip." Doing as he says, you start off slow — the hand softly petting your head encouraging you pick up your pace. "Mhm~ Very good," Fyodor groans, watching as almost half his dick gets slobbered up by you. He smirks, the advice he was teaching you was to specifically pleasure him, and only him. But of course, you didn't need to know that. Not when you were following his instructions so good.

"Angel~ Such a good girl~" He moans when you start engulfing his cock whole. "Ghic - Mhm - Fwyo," you gurgle, choking on his dick. Despite that, Fyodor understood everything you were trying to convey. "Don't worry, darling. 'M close, you can breathe till then." A hand picks at the root of your hairs, massaging your scalp as praise.

You whimper, your oxygen level starting to get low. Attempting to get him off quicker, you use your hands to jack off the remaining visible skin. Fyodor hisses, an audible moan leaves his mouth when his dick twitches. "Angel - just like that~ Keep doing that, good girl - fuck - Ангел!" As his lips part, he slips in a foreign word to you — a jaw dropping grip held tightly on your scalp as he came.

Because of the tight space between your head and his hands, you were forced to stay where you were, taking everything his dick had to offer. After a minute or two, Fyodor leveled his breathing and peered down. Your etched tongue and wide-eyed expression made him tingle a bit — "God - [Name]..." he heaves breathlessly, caressing your hair. Oh ‐ Fyodor was going to teach you well all right — your boyfriend is surely going to love your newly learned techniques once he's done with you.

00.5 #𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈

BRO. THIS GUY.

being dismissive of your situation is not like him at ALL.

so yk what he does??? straight up murders the man and dumps him into the river to free you

then what do he do after that??

go to your place, relax, make you laugh, and get you to feel better abt yourself! — I mean, not like you weren't already feeling good, your ex of a bitch is finally gone from your life

and nikolai does give you the best night treatment of all time too;D (totally not my make up for the lack of nikolai)

"Fuck! Nikolai!~" You cursed, burning pleasure filling your veins as you were slammed onto the wall. Your legs were wrapped around Nikolai's head as he ate you out, using his surprisingly muscular strength to carry you with ease. His tongue danced around your labia and into your folds, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. "Niko..~ Do something!" You whine, pushing his head further down in an attempt to feel more than the teasing tingling bits of pleasure.

He pulls away, a toothy grin staring right up at you. "Nu-uh," was all he said before planting a kiss on your thigh. " 'M gonna eat this pussy out like hub star~" — "Then hurry the fuck u-p-oghnn!!~" Your back arches off the wall, his tongue digging straight into your cunt. "Niko-Nikoniko!~ Th-at..~ Don't stop!" You plead as you moan. The white-haired man smiles against your pussy, his tongue roughly fucking into your sopping cunt.

"Ehn!!~ Fuck! Right there~" Grinding your crotch on his absolutely slobbered face, you release a long train of squeals. Nikolai curled his tongue, trying to find your g-spot. It took a few tries, but he knew he got it when you flinched and started squirming in his arms. "Fwucking sluut~" Nikolai's giggles were muffled by your cunt — but that didn't stop him from giving you teasing comments.

" 'M not!!!- Oghhh!~" He smiles, knowing that you're close. " 'Yer gunna cum on my tongue 'n nothing else!" He says happily, slurping up all your juices before shoving his tongue back inside with full force. Curling with such vigor, that tiny piece of flesh was hitting all the right spots in your pussy. "Nikolai!!!~ Nikolai!~ 'M - 'M -- Cu - !!!"

Without warning, a blast of your juices spraying onto Nikolai's face, blinding him for just a moment. He shuts his eyes, eager to keep going until you're whimpering in overstimulation — "Was I a better muncher than that stupid boy toy of yours?~" He asks, through his lopsided and arousal slobbered smile. But before you could answer, you felt yourself being pulled off the wall and thrown onto the bed. Oh man, tonight was gonna be a long night of relaxation.

00.6 #𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈

give him credit, dazai is trying his best not to shoot him on site — fingers itching the trigger on the gun in his back pocket.

he literally stalks him and takes photo/video evidence of everything your boyfriend does — threatening to show the world about his infidelity to the world.

sure, people in Japan wouldn't care as much as people from the west but at least women know who to look out for.

so that's what he ends up doing — exposing him to the world and tagging his company, his hookups, his family, everyone that dazai could get his information on.

you, on the other hand, came crying to dazai's doorstep when you were blamed for everything.

perfect — he thinks. now that you were here, he'd show you how much of a douche your boyfriend actually was.

"[Name]~ Come on, I know you can do it," Dazai purrs into the nape of your neck, his hot breath fanning your ear. "I - 'M trying! Hn~" You moan uncomfortably. Being shoved face down into the sheets wasn't the idle position for you, but who were you to complain when you were getting dicked down so good.

Dazai thrusts inside your cunt slowly, forcing you to feel every vien and crook his dick had to offer. Your body shook, his dick plunging straight into your core — almost hitting your cervix. "Mhm~ Darlin', you feel so good," He praises. "Dazai..~" You mewl his name, your body responding to him well. Dazai's hand presses your back, forcing your face to dig deeper into the pillow. "Your boyfriend won't mind if I fuck my children into his girlfriends womb, hm?~"

"Heii!~ Y-yes he wouldhnn!!~" You grit your teeth, pleasure racking up your body as he rotates his hips slowly. Dazai made an annoyed grunt, "What?" He makes a sharp thrust. "That's not what he told me the other day." He says, shocking you. "Huh? - What does..nn~ That mean..?" You ask — questions full of doubt starting to take over. Did your boyfriend not care about you anymore?

Dazai chuckles, another calculated thrust sliding over your g-spot. Like he could he read your thoughts, he pats your ass softly. "Aw~ 'M, so sorry, dear... Has he not been telling you of all his bitches he's been fucking behind your back?" And right on cue, you start to thrash in his grip. "Shut up! No, he didn't! Osamu - I swear to god -" — "Then what's this?" Cutting you off, Dazai shoves his phone in front of your face and starts swiping on the multiple photos of girls being dicked by your boyfriend.

You froze, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Was he really doing these things behind your back?... "Poor [Name], so naive.." Dazai thrusts slowly behind you. You sniffle, "He.. - How long?" — "A week after you two started going out," he says, dragging a thrust. Dazai then swipes onto a video of your boyfriend and a girl in the same position as you and him — pressing play, he sets the pace and rhythm to match your boyfriends.

"See that? How he thrusts inside his bitch like you never existed?" His words stung, the moans of your boyfriends stung, everything stung. "If he's fucking her like that then..." A powerful, deep thrust came from him. "Then he wouldn't mind this, now would he?" You sigh, pleasure starting to consume your senses again. "Yeah.." You moan.

Closing your eyes and letting your head fall back onto the pillow. Dazai smirks, playing the video louder — thrusting faster to have your moans drown out the video. He could feel your cunt squeeze his dick — a painful groan escaped his lips. "Fuck - [Name] keep squeezing like that." His thrusts now shallow and fast. "Hiinnn!!~ Osamu!!~ Osamu!~ I - Can't -" — "Hold it," he orders, his sloppy thrusts becoming vigorous.

"Ha~ Mhm!~ 'Sam-'samu!!~" You squeal, legs giving up as you came — your pussy squeezing him so tight he only had a second to bracr himself for his orgasm. "Fuuuck~..." He groans next to your ear, dutifully creaming your insides. "Haa~ normally.. I'd call you a bad girl and - hgn~ Punish you, but..." He pulls out, flipping you over on your back and spreading your legs. He watches as his cum oozes out your pussy, and grabs his phone.

He angles the phone to capture his still hard dick along with your pussy and fucked out face. "This seems like a fitting punishment enough for another person." He laughs. Going to your boyfriends number and sending him the picture, captioned; 'Be prepared to raise my children;)’

00.7 #𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 (fic bonus!)

anger. anger was all he felt every time he opened his door to see your swollen eyes and packed backpack whenever you and your boyfriend had a fight.

"shit - you okay?" he would ask as he settles you in, bringing you a cup of hot chocolate to sip while he runs you a bath.

and when you tell him you're fine, he calls bullshit but doesn't pry you further, wanting to get you as comfortable as possible at the moment.

"why don't you leave him? you're friends with the fucking mafia for fucks sake." he groans next to you, a cozy blanket. a bit too intimate for friends but it didn't matter if you two were close friends.

"it takes time. besides, i love him too much to leave him like that." you would reply back, leaning your head on his shoulder. the action not helping him stay in his lane.

it starts with small and subtle actions. things your boyfriend would refuse to do, chuuya did with/for you.

it made your heart swell every time, and just when chuuya thinks he's finally got you in his grasp — you go and happily announce your ex's fake ass apology.

this irks chuuya to the fucking core. what the hell does that serial cheat have that he doesn't? he's got money, looks, hell — the goddamn loyalty your ex lacks.

but every failed opportunity eventually combines into a one in a life time chance, right?

You sniffle, the alcohol intoxicating your system was finally reaching its peak. you glance at chuuya, his red face from the intensity of the situation and the wine from moments earlier made you fell swell inside. "Chuuya," you tug on his sleeve, making him look at you. "What? Wanna talk shit 'bout that dick more? -" — "- I think I love you."

Chuuya froze — was he hearing things right? Or was it just the alcohol buzzing his brain? "What?" He asks, still unsure of what he heard. "Thank you," you corrected your mistake, turning away when he attempts to lean closer to you. "No - I heard what you said. You said you loved me," he insists, taking you by the arm when you try to get up. You shook your head, invulnerability starting to wall up. "No, I didn't."

"You did." He repeats, dragging you back down into his lap. Though you couldn't see him, you could feel him burying his head into the back of your neck. "You love me," he whispers again — like it was some sort of affirmative confirmation. You stayed silent, afraid of what you might say next.

But what happens next is a blur. One thing happened that led to another, and another, and another — A groan falls next to your ear. His lips pursed, giving your ear a soft kiss before moving down to where your neck was. A line of hickies was the aftermath of the marking attack. "Chuuya," you say.

"I know," he says back. Stripping you of your clothes while trying to unbuckle his belt at the same time. You took pity on his struggle and took off your own shirt, unlacing his belt for him with a few twists. He stood on his knees, drunkenly watching with only one goal in mind — to take care of you.

"Lay down for me," he commands — your nimble fingers pressing against his chest as he circles up your waist, unclipping your bra and tossing it aside. Listening without a complaint, you lay still — the humming buzz from the wine, making you feel light-headed and impulsive. Chuuya's fingers make it to the waistband of your underwear, pulling on the elastic to stretch it — dragging the piece of cloth down your legs.

The cold air presses your labia — a foreign feeling from the lack of sexual activity between you and your boyfriend. And Chuuya knew that all too well. So when his fingers approach your lips, he's careful to gently touch it. You whine, the feathery feeling of his fingers rubbing your folds wasn't giving you enough stimulation to feel pleasure.

Chuuya swats away your hand from your clit, tsking as he does so. " 'M the one taking care of you - trust me, m'kay?" He soothes you, placing your hand back down to the side before readjusting his position. Chuuya was now hovering over your body — his already lubricated fingers pushing in one at a time. Your breath hitched, toes curled, and lashes futtered. "Ch-chuuya~..." You moan his name, the foreign feeling being washed away by a new sense of tingling pleasure. "Don't moan my name just yet - we haven't even got to the fun part," he says, his lone finger curling over your sensitive spot.

"O-okay - Hc!~" Another finger entered you. This time, the burning stretch was more noticeable. Chuuya notices your slightly scrunched face and bends down to give you a chaste kiss. "It's 'kay," he mumbles on the corner of your lips. " 'Tis only gonna hurt for a little bit - I know pain like this will soon turn into ecstasy for my girl when I do this." He curls his fingers, both brushing over your g-spot while he does. "Ghn ~ Hic -" Your eyes roll up slightly, the sudden bundle of pleasure hitting you like a boulder.

"Fuck - Fuck~" You drunkenly moan, the back hairs of your nape zizzing up from the chill. "Mhm, keep doing that," you command, letting out another loud moan when Chuuya rolls over your g-spot again. "Clit stim?" He asks, already rubbing your nub with another finger — but really, there was no point in him asking if he was just going to go ahead and do it. "Sh-it ~" A moan came from you, your head tilted back.

After a few more curls of his fingers, you felt that pressure in your abdomen that you craved for so long. "Chu-Chu- 'M gonna - Cu - Hnn~" His fingers picked up the pace when he heard your little warning. "Cummin'?" He chuckles, his fingers rubbing your spot. "Chuuya!~" You moan his name, feeling your approaching high climbing the coaster faster. "Fuck - can't believe I get to experience this. So fucking pretty - 'yer so damn beautiful." He praises. A combo that never ended well with holding out on your orgasms.

Your back arches, feet kicking the sheets as your hands desperately grasp for anything it can. "Cu-Please~ 'M - " — "Cum for me," Chuuya orders, his final swirl causing you to spiral. The peak of the coaster now falling down. "Shiiit - pretty girl." Chuuya spoke as he watches you drench his fingers. Once you were done with your high, you look up at Chuuya — his face glaring with glea. "Hi."

"Hi. How was it?" He asks you, rubbing soothing circles on the side of your leg. You laid there, reflecting on what you just done. Letting your best friend finger the fuck out of you even though you had a boyfriend. Oh fucking — what a damn predicament you were in. "I -.. I don't know." You admit, the awkward feeling of post orgasm hitting you. In a way, you felt guilty. Cheating on your boyfriend like that — but at the same time you felt giddy. The pleasure of sex finally being given to you by your best friend.

"Don't think too hard 'bout it," he picks up your hand and kisses your knuckle. "I'll be a better baby daddy then that fucker ever was." He winks with a smile, bringing your hand down to his twitching cock.

"I'll be a better baby daddy then that fucker ever was." Was the last rational thing you heard before you started stroking his cock. His breath hitched — a sigh of pleasure escapes his lips. "Fuck - you really know how to stroke a cock," he chuckles, watching as you smear his precum around his dick. "Hm~ Maybe you just never had a good stroke before," you tease his tip, a bubbly smirk donning your face.

He grins, stopping you from doing anymore and pushing you down on the bed. "Maybe - how 'bout you show me how good pussy feels next," he challenges, pushing inside your already stretched cunt. "Oh fuck! - Chuuya~" You moan, his dick curving perfectly inside your walls. "Hnn..." He grunts above, throwing your legs over his shoulders. "Finger fucked the shit outta' you earlier. Now my dick is gonna do the same," he pulls out just to the tip and gives you a harsh, first thrust.

Angling his thrust perfectly on the first try, Chuuya groans when he feels your walls clamp tighter. "Shiiit - baby you feel so fuckin' good." You moan at his praise, the feeling of his dick so snug inside was making you tear up. "Mhm!~ Chu - Hic - Good! Soo guuudd~" You slur on your words — Chuuya dicking you down better then any man that has even touched you.

He smirks, rotating his hips, watching as your eyes water even more due to the slight intoxication from the wine earlier. "Hnn~ Wait - 'Tis not enough." You whine, your head drooping to side. Chuuya curses. In normal circumstances, he'd tell you to ease up and love you slowly — but now? well, now the alcohol wants him to go to pound town on your pussy. And he was going to do exactly that.

Chuuya pulls out to the tip again, slamming his hips against yours as he thrusts inside. This time, instead of getting you adjusted to his cock, Chuuya fucks you with vigor. "Fuck!~" You moan, back arching off the bed a little. "Bitch wanna get fucked like the little cheating whore you are? Shit - I'll give ya' the same fuckin' treatment as porno hires." Threat or not, it was fucking hot. You loved the dirty talk and rough treatment Chuuya was giving you.

Folding you over, Chuuya picks up his pace — his dick now ghosting out of your entrance as it fills up your cunt every millisecond. "Chuuyya~ Chuuya!~ Chuuyaahnn!!~" He hears you sputter his name — drool dripping down from the corner of your mouth. Chuuya sees and sticks his fingers inside your mouth, moaning at the sudden clench of your cunt. "T-Toooo muuuchh!!!~" You gag on his fingers, tongue webbing around them.

"Nah - you said you needed this," he lied, putting words into your mouth. "So don't go fucking wailing like a damn hurt dog - remember, you were the one who pounced on me like a cheating little slut." He exaggerates on the last three words like it was his bragging rights. "C-can't!" You twist your body, the overwhelming pleasure building too much on your abdomen. Chuuya cooed, mockingly. "Yes, you can, sweetheart. Don't let my dick get in the way of your creamin'."

A loud moan escapes Chuuya's mouth as your pussy latches onto his dick — dragging its velvety walls so nicely. "Fuuuckiinn---ggg shiiiiit - [Namenamename] - making me feel so - Ghn~ Fuck! Good~" — Hiinnnn!!~ Chuuyyaaaa!!!~" You both spew nonsense at the same time, the wine finally taking its toll on your conscious control.

"Fuuckfuckkfuckfuckkk~ 'M cummin - Shit I'm -" Chuuya whines, the pleasure overtaking him, his rhythm stuttering and his dick twitching uncontrollably inside your pussy. You couldn't even speak anymore — all sorts of voiced thoughts were replaced by moans. "Shit - you cummin'? Can feel you squeezing the shit outta' my dick..." He grunts.

After a couple more thrusts and Chuuya's fuse fucking blew. He was cumming so hard his eyes rolled back and he had to clutch you to keep himself grounded. Once he opened his eyes, he was met to the sight of your fucked out, twitching body — and a lovely creampie! Hopefully, your boyfriend doesn't mind the fact that you two didn't use protection.

hi. I hate this post.

villain and violent, infant and innocent.

|| POST-WAR! TOUYA TODOROKI X READER||

smut, hurt/comfort,

UNEDITED / UNREVISED !

warnings: he lives on as touya, he lives in the todoroki estate, pet names (baby, ma, brat) , needy touya, shoto makes an appearance at the end..

When you and Touya get intimate, it’s usually in doggy style. So when you ask him to do missionary for the first time, he hesitates.

“uh- you sure we can’t just do it from the back?” he scratches the back of his head and puts out his cigarette. He sits at the edge of the bed you were lying on and you crawl from behind him, hugging him from the back.

“pleasee Touya, we always do it that way!” You pout and rest your head against the bare skin of his shoulder. It was rough and calloused due to the purple burns on his skin. He placed a hand on your head followed by a sigh.

“fine, brat.” He turns around and places a small kiss on your forehead, you were already in your underwear and he already had his shirt off. He then takes off his joggers and throws them onto the floor.

He kisses you on the lips and it slowly starts to grow passionate and needy. You tangle your hands in his hair as he goes deeper making your back touch the mattress underneath.

Touya kisses your neck as he makes his way to your tits, undoing your bra.

“so gorgeous, ma.” He whispered as he kissed your hardening nipples.

“touya.. i need you.” You shyly say and squirm a bit.

After a while of prepping he finally puts himself inside you.

“ah- fuck, you’re so wet.” His head is looking upward and he places his hands on your hips and starts to thrust. He starts going faster and you notice he still hasn’t looked at you.

You put both your hands on his cheeks and make him look at you, and for the first time ever during sex, you two make eye contact. You give him a soft smile as you moan.

“y-you’re soo beautiful, baby.. a-ah!” You close your eyes and can feel the high coming, but don’t let go of his face. Then all of a sudden his thrusting gets slower then comes to an immediate stop and slips out of you. You feel a warm drop fall onto you and you open your eyes.

A sight to behold, Touya holding his face and looking down. You immediately sit up and make your way to him. Removing the hands from his face you see tears falling down his face. Immediately you take him into a hug.

Your chests are pressed together and your skin was slightly itchy due to his. But you didn’t care. You pushed the back of his head into your neck and kiss his hair lightly.

His whole life he has been invisible, the older he grew more of his skin turns scarred, the more staples he inserted into himself, the more villainous he became. Yet, you didn’t care. You stayed, you saw him, you loved him, you thought he was beautiful.

“do you wanna talk about it?” You say breaking the silence. He shakes his head no and stays silent. You don’t poke at him to tell you. He would talk when he was ready. Your naked bodies stayed holding onto each other.

“i love you.” He says barely above a whisper but you heard him. You always do.

“I love you too, Touya.” You pull back and kiss his lips softly. When you part, you press your forehead against his and smile.

“c’mon let’s go get you some water and maybe even something to snack on.” You giggle as put on a black silky robe. Then picking up his forgotten boxers and joggers. You tried to help him put it on but he wanted to do it himself.

“I’m not a baby.” He sighs as he closes the door to your shared bedroom in the Todoroki house.

“You certainly act like one sometimes.” You smile and intertwine your arm with his. Walking to the kitchen together. Touya sits on the kitchen island stools as you talk about stuff that happened recently while watching you boil some hot water.

As you were about to put the noodle packets in, both of you hear footsteps approaching and turn back to look. You were greeted with a half red and half white haired boy.

“thought you were at the dorms this weekend, sho?” Touya turned around and pouted because your alone time together was interrupted.

“sorry, forgot to tell you guys. i’ll leave you two alone.” The highschooler says and was about to turn and walk out.

“wait! i’m making instant noodles, you want some?” you politely ask your future bother-in-law. He turns back around and nods, taking a seat on the left side of Touya.

They make small talk until you serve them their portions and you sit on the right of Touya. That’s how you three spent the next hour or two.

Talking and laughing while eating noodles, and for the first time ever, Touya felt like he belonged. Like he served a purpose in the world, and it was to make the people he loved smile.

He wasn’t Dabi. He was Touya. He wasn’t a weapon. He was a human. He wasn’t a villain. He was innocent. He was loved.

I wanna fuck this man dry

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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.

OH MY GOD!

when they fuck you so good that you accidentally say “oh my god” during sex.

pairings: lucifer, satan, simeon x gn!reader (separately) contents: nsfw (+18), unprotected sex, praise, silliness, rough sex, degradation (satan), oral (m!receiving, satan), pet names: baby (lucifer, satan, simeon), little lamb (lucifer), love (satan), name calling: slut (satan)

sometimes, lucifer fucks you so good that you think you might actually be seeing those pearly white gates of heaven. the way his cock drags in and out of you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot as he throws your legs over his shoulder and presses you down onto the couch in his secret study.

you gasp and writhe underneath him, clawing at his back, and all you can think is lucifer, lucifer, lucifer as the sound of your breathy moans and skin meeting skin fills your ears.

lucifer buries his face in the crook of your neck, murmuring praises into your skin that makes your walls flutter around his cock. his hands are wrapped around your body, caging you underneath him.

you think you might die. the knot in your stomach tightens, and you push your hips up in frantic movements, meeting lucifer’s thrusts, chasing your peak.

lucifer kisses your throat before putting his forehead against yours. ruby eyes pierce through you as you knit your eyebrows together.

“you gonna cum?” he asks, feeling your walls clench around him. you nod weakly, and lucifer clicks his tongue.

“use your words, baby, come on,” he says, and you whine, your mouth parting open in an “o” as lucifer’s hand snakes down to play with your genitals, pushing you further to the edge.

“yesss, fuck, i’m gonna cum, luci,” you reply, arching your back into him. your eyes roll back, and you can practically taste your orgasm. you’re such a babbling mess, so lost in the waves of pleasure that you don’t even realise when the words slip from your tongue.

“oh my god, luci, i’m–“ you gasp when lucifer immediately withdraws from you. a pathetic whine leaves you as you reach for him, feeling your orgasm slip away.

“why did you stop?” you ask, pouting at him with lidded eyes and lucifer huffs with knitted eyebrows.

“repeat what you just said,” he says, and you blink at him once, twice, then the realisation hits you.

“oh, i’m sorry, luci, i didn’t mean–“ you stutter through your apology. lucifer shakes his head and grabs your hips, turning you around.

“repeat what you said,” he says, and you try to brace yourself on your hands, only to have him grab your wrists and pin them behind your back. your upper body sinks into the couch as you attempt to look back at him.

“luci,” you gasp, and you’re rewarded with a playful smack on your ass. “come on, little lamb, you can do it.”

“oh my god?” you say, and it comes out more like a question than anything else. lucifer hums behind you, and you feel his tip prodding at your entrance.

“hmmm… what a silly thing to say. i guess i’m going to have to fuck you till you can't remember that foul word, huh?”

next thing you know, lucifer thrusts into you in one long, mean stroke, and you moan loudly into the couch. he doesn’t ease you into it, as he begins to fuck you at a toe-curling pace that makes tears roll down your cheeks.

he doesn’t relent until you're reduced to a whiny ah! ah! ah! whenever he bottoms out, along with shaky calls of his name.

—

satan bounces you up and down on his cock, his eyes trained on where your bodies meet. you’re a whiny, sensitive mess and you’re not exactly sure how long he’s been fucking you, as his hands are digging into your hips, and he uses you like his own personal toy.

you love it. it’s dizzying the way he uses you as he likes, fucking you to orgasm after orgasm until you can do nothing but wrap your shaky arms around his neck and moan into his chest.

satan laughs, and he watches you come apart on him, splitting you open. your bodies are sweaty and sticky, and your combined cum drips down onto the sheets underneath him.

“you look so perfect like this, love. you’re truly made to take cock, aren’t you?” he says, and you pull away from his chest to look at him with lidded eyes. the sight of your fucked-out face makes him groan, and he lifts his hips to fuck into you at an even rougher pace.

you cry out and desperately cling to satan’s shoulders as you feel your last pieces of sanity slowly slip from your grasp.

“satan, oh my god, you’re so big,” you cry out, and satan groans as you feel his dick twitch inside you. “what the fuck did you just say?” he asks, and you shake your head, moaning into his shoulder.

“oh my goood,” you whine, and satan groans before pulling out of you. you eyes fly open, and you try to take him in again, thinking it was an accident, but satan swats your hands away.

“you little slut,” he says and guides you down on your knees between his legs. you pout and look up at him with doe eyes, but you don’t complain when he slaps the tip of his cock against your lips.

“why are you saying his name when you’re with me, huh?” he asks, green glinting in his eyes like pools of poison. you stroke his cock with your hand. “i’m sorry, baby, i didn’t mean to,” you reply, and satan glares at you.

“guess i’m going to have to fill that mouth, huh?” he says, and threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you onto his cock. he forces you down on his length, ignoring your choking and the tears brimming in your eyes.

“can’t run your mouth when your mouth's full of cock,” satan says as he guides you up and down his length, smiling at you. “now be good and take it, alright?”

—

simeon thinks you might have ruined him. every moment spent not fucking you is time wasted, if you ask him. you feel so heavenly, so warm and soft. with you underneath him, gripping his sheets, and moaning into his ear, he thinks you might be his true salvation.

you look up at him with stars in your eyes, your lips parted as soft moans slip from you. “fuck, sim, you’re doing so well for me,” you moan, and simeon whines as you feel his dick throb inside of you. you flash him a fucked-out smile and simeon's dick twitches again. in this moment, he thinks you might be the angel out of the two of you.

you run your fingers through his hair, tugging it slightly. “such a good boy, always fucking me so well,” you sigh. your legs are wrapped around his slutty little waist, and you tug him closer to you, feeling his cock reach depths that make you throw your head back. pleasure courses through your veins and your legs are beginning to feel like jelly.

“nnngh, yes, right there, baby,” you say, and simeon kisses you as his cock repeatedly hits your sweet spot. he tastes sweet, as your lips languidly move against each other, before you pull away, gasping for air.

“feels so good,” he whines into your mouth, and you coo. you pull his sweaty hair out of his eyes and cup his face.

“hmmm, baby, keep fucking me like that, yes.” you gasp and thrust your hips up, meeting him in the middle. you choke on a moan, your eyes rolling back as you get closer and closer to your inevitable end.

“oh my g– god, sim,” you whine, and simeon buries his head in the crook of your neck, crying out your name. his thrust grows meaner as he fucks you into the sheets. you gasp at the sudden change of pace as his hips slam into yours. your nails dig into his shoulders as you try to stay sane, but it's impossible. “sim, s– slow down,” you gasp, and he shakes his head. his hands dig into your hips, keeping you still as he loses all sense.

your orgasm washes over you unexpectedly, and you arch your bag into him as simeon fucks you through it, crying into your shoulder.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he whines as he cums inside you, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. he keeps thrusting at an erratic pace, riding out his high, before he practically collapses on top of you, still holding you close.

“you good?” you ask, still breathless, and simeon shifts so he can look up at you.

“please don’t ever say his name while i’m balls deep inside you again,” he replies, and you giggle at his words, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “shit, baby, i’m sorry, it just slipped.”

perse’s note: obviously you can go the angsty route with this as well, but i don't feel like writing angst, so here’s this unserious piece instead. <33

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