Story Of My Life

catching them fall on the ring camera

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: crack, fluff

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sleepyhead

Summary: MC wakes one night to a familiar problem. Someone else is also awake at that hour and he comes to comfort them. A short drabble about MC getting their period for the first time since regaining their human form in the Devildom

Satan x afab!MC

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content. Blood Mentions.

A/N: It's been a hot min since i've posted a part to this series, but I went about a different approach. I hope you like it! I actually really like writing for Satan. Feel free to request if you want to see someone specific! I am just going in order of the brothers otherwise. (besides mammon he was the first one I wrote for lol)

Part 1: Mammon

Part 2: Lucifer

Part 3: Leviathan

Only Human

You began to stir awake, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. You recognized this feeling, but it’s been awhile since you’ve had to come face to face with it. For the first half of your stay in the Devildom you were trapped in the body of a small sheep, so the issue of your period was not a concern…until now. As a wave of cramps came over you, you winced and checked the time on your D.D.D. It was only 3am, and you knew there was no way you could get back to sleep in this state.

You sat up slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes and decided to head to the bathroom. Thankfully your room had one connected so you didn’t have to share one with all 7 of the brothers. However, you were unsure if there were any much needed painkillers in the cabinet of your bathroom. You stumbled out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants in the process and made your way into the bathroom. You searched through the cabinet, desperate to find at least one pad or tampon that might last you through the rest of the night, however there were none to be found. You groaned, hoping there were at least any kind of painkillers only to be met with neither of those as well. Not even a damned ibuprofen… you thought. 

Another wave of cramps hit you as you exited the bathroom. You winced again, grabbing one of your blankets and wrapping it around your shoulders. “I guess I’ll go raid the boys’ bathroom.” you thought, dreadfully. You figured there wouldn’t be a hygiene product in sight, but there would at least hopefully be medicine you could take to rid yourself of the cramps. You gently creaked open your door and made your way down the hall. You tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake any of the brothers and alert them of your issue. As soon as you reached the bathroom, you stepped in and locked the door behind you. You began to rummage through the cabinets, but unfortunately there was not a single bottle of medicine remaining. You let out an exasperated sigh as you headed back to your room, accidentally shutting your door harder than you meant to. You sat back down on your bed, contemplating on what to do next. You heard your D.D.D go off on your nightstand beside you. 

MC, I heard you up. Are you alright?

You glanced at the message and to your surprise, it was Satan. What is he doing up? You reached for your phone and typed out your reply. 

You wouldn’t happen to have any pain medicine would you? Also what are you doing up this late?

….

….

Your phone dinged again.

Yes I do, why? Want me to bring some by? Are you okay?

I was just finishing up some studying.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help yourself from smiling. Satan was so dedicated to his studies and you truly admired him for it, but you wished he wouldn’t stay up so late. As you began to type out your reply, you heard a soft knock at your door. 

“MC? Can I come in? I brought you those pain meds.” 

You hopped up from your bed in a panic, he was already here?! I guess his room is only two doors down from mine though, you thought. “Y-Yeah, one second!” you squeaked as you stumbled to the door. You cracked it open and Satan’s emerald eyes were staring back at you. “Hi.” he smiled softly. His smile was contagious, and you almost forgot about the dull cramps in your abdomen. “May I enter?” his voice interrupted your thoughts. “O-oh, yes of course!” you said, stepping out of the way. You hugged your blanket tighter around your shoulders as you thought about how to explain your situation to the Avatar of Wrath. You watched as he stepped cautiously into your room, not wanting to invade your space too much. It had only been a couple of months since you took on your human form again and he was still somewhat shy around you. Finally, he spoke. “Not to be weird or anything but…I smell blood. Did something happen?” he said, his voice soft but full of concern. Your face immediately went hot. “I-I um…wait, you can smell it?” you said, embarrassed. Satan nodded and took a step closer to you. “What happened?” The floor was suddenly very interesting to you as you kept your gaze lowered. “I um…well…” you began. Your heart was pounding. “I got my period…and I have really bad cramps, hence the medicine…” your cheeks were burning now, and you peered up to see Satan with his arms crossed over his chest. “That’s all?” he said, clearly unbothered. “W-What do you mean?” you said, fidgeting with your blanket. Satan chuckled as he placed his hand on your hot cheek. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, love. Menstruation is a 100% natural thing for humans.” you blinked at him. “You mean that you…” “...Understand what that means? Of course, I studied up on human anatomy before you arrived.” he said, his face finally turning a shade of pink. You couldn’t help but to snicker. That was so like him, you thought to yourself. He’s so cute. 

“A-Anyways, do you need anything else? Pads? Tampons?” he asked. You nodded graciously. “Y-Yes please. I really need some products, I didn’t exactly come prepared to the Devildom…” you said sheepishly as you glanced back down to your feet. Satan reached out his hand and lifted your chin. “MC, it’s okay I promise.” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go to the nearby DevilMart, they are open 24/7. In the meantime, take your medicine and lay back down okay?” You nodded, and took your hand in his. “But haven’t you been up all night already? You really should get some sleep…” Satan shook his head as he led you back to your bed. “I won’t be able to sleep while I'm worrying about you.” Your cheeks flushed once more, but for an entirely different reason. “T-Thank you. I really appreciate it, Satan…” The 4th born pulled your covers up over you and tucked you back into bed. “Of course, it’s really no problem. I’m here to take care of you now.”

[NSFW! Listen with earphones.]

Kakashi + You/Your OTP   :^) 

Translations are in the “Read More.”

This was borrowed from an an R-18 otome drama cd called “Inma: Volume 3.” I don’t have any links to the cd but I think you might be able to find it via a Google search. In any case, enjoy~

This is a counterpart to the “Sasuke + You = Smex” audio which can be found here. 

Continua a leggere

♡ thigh riding with kakashi - kinktober 2023 ♡

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summary: you and kakashi are helping obito move. when his van is too full, you have to sit on kakashi's lap on the drive to obito's new place. too bad obito is a horrible driver, and the road to the apartment is much rougher than you remembered. kakashi x reader. college au.

word count: 2452

content warnings: thigh riding, slight exhibitionism, cumming in pants, sexual acts in a van, embarrassment and humiliation mentioned in reader's thoughts, afab!reader (pronouns not mentioned)

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨ nsfw below the cut ୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

“Obito, there’s no room for me to sit.” 

He craned his neck around from his position in the driver's seat to examine your dilemma. You were right: there really wasn’t any room for you in the van. Kakashi was already squeezed into the only empty seat, and every other seat was occupied by whatever the fuck Obito insisted on moving from his dorm to his apartment. 

“Just sit on Bakashi’s lap,” he shrugged, already annoyed and tired from packing all day. He could barely see Kakashi’s hair over the TV that took up most of the middle row of seats, so Obito didn’t notice Kakashi flipping him off as he rolled his eyes. Despite your sour mood and sore muscles, you still managed to giggle at the sight of Kakashi being annoyed enough to give Obito any sort of reaction.

 You also giggled to hide your nerves, because the thought of sitting on Kakashi’s lap made you shiver with excitement, which was not what you needed right now. 

Mind over matter, you told yourself as you climbed into the beat-up van. Kakashi did his best to help guide you into the most comfortable, least intimate seating position for you both, which was you straddling one of his thighs and leaning forward against the seat in front of you. Was it comfortable? Fuck no; your back was already hurting from carrying boxes to the van all day. But any excuse to be this close to Kakashi was nothing to complain about, so you made yourself as comfortable as you could while Obito pulled out of the parking lot. 

“Sorry for squishing you,” you offered to him, turning your head just barely enough so you could speak to him. You caught a glimpse of him, and he looked uncomfortable, which made you feel even worse. “Just let me know if I need to move and I’ll do my best.” 

“Maa, you’re not squishing me,” he assured, adjusting his leg beneath you. The pressure against your core was noticeable and a tingle worked its way up your spine, causing you to blush. 

God, it had been far too long since you’d gotten off. Casual hookups weren’t your thing, and the last friend with benefits you had ended things because he caught feelings, so you’d been self-reliant for at least a year now. Your toys always did the job, but you wished a certain white-haired best friend of yours would do the job for you. 

Too bad he’d never be interested in someone like you. 

You lost yourself in thought, ignoring the feeling of Kakashi’s thigh between your legs, and focused intently on the song playing from the vans’ speakers. 

That is, until Obito hit the giant fucking pothole he always hit, despite it being in the same spot for months, causing Kakashi’s thigh to put some delicious friction directly against your clit. 

The noise you let out was definitely a moan. There was no doubt about it to you. Thank god it sounded more like a yelp of surprise and pain to Kakashi, but that didn’t stop you from blushing profusely.

“You okay?” he asked, leaning forward and gently brushing your thigh with his fingertips. There was concern laced in his words, which would have melted you at literally any other point in time; now, it was just making your current predicament worse, because you were imagining his fingertips doing something completely different.

You gripped the seat in front of you hard, nodding your head while refusing to look at him. 

“Y-yeah, I’m good,” you stuttered, your voice a pitch higher than normal. “The bump just startled me.” You knew he could tell you were lying, but this was not the time to discuss it. Not when you were straddling his thigh and so close to his cock. 

“Well if it gets too uncomfortable, please let me know so we can switch positions,” Kakashi offered as he squeezed your hip before letting it go. 

Your pussy was determined to betray you. His kind words, the double meaning of “switching positions” that had you thinking of riding him until you collapsed from exhaustion, and the tickle of his fingers squeezing the soft flesh of your hips had you clenching around nothing. 

You nodded again and leaned your head against the seat in front of you, willing your body to stop reacting to Kakashi’s body being so close to yours. The very back row of Obito’s van was the least smooth area to sit, so the vibrations were amplified, which had you white-knuckling the headrest in front of you and gritting your teeth. And of course, Obito was not a good driver, so the amount of bumps and jolts the van made only made you wetter and more horny and the most mortified you’ve ever been in your life.

“How you holding up back there?”

Obito’s words brought you back to reality. You’d been dissociating to forget about your current predicament, so you didn’t know how long you’d been on the road. 

“How much longer?” you groaned, craning your neck to see over the TV that blocked you from Obito’s view. 

He glanced at you in the rear view mirror and wiggled his eyebrows at you, which only meant one thing: he did this on purpose. That fucker. He knew you had a crush on Kakashi that you’d never do anything about, and he was always trying some stupidly concocted plan to get you two together. 

“Only about fifteen more minutes,” he sighed, winking at you before fixing his eyes back on the road. 

You groaned and let your head fall forward against the seat in front of you again. This was the horniest you had ever felt in your life. Your clit craved stimulation. The ache between your thighs had moved from annoying to downright uncomfortable. You were going to kill Obito after this. 

“You look uncomfortable. You can scoot back a little if that would help,” Kakashi offered, placing his hand on your hip again. His voice had a husky undertone to it, and for a brief, delusional moment, you wondered if he was as flustered as you, but quickly shooed the thought from your mind before you responded. 

“Yeah, I think that might help,” you admitted. Your back really was hurting from sitting like a cooked shrimp to avoid leaning back against Kakashi.  You were already in this situation and still had to help Obito unload everything, so there was no sense in making yourself suffer any more. 

Kakashi placed his other hand on your other hip and guided you further back on his thigh, closer to his body, and that’s when you felt it. Your arousal had soaked through your panties and your thin leggings, and the cold air hitting the wet spot sent a chill up your spine. 

Fuck. 

“Is that better?” he asked. Your voice was going to give you away, so instead of responding verbally, you just nodded without facing him. 

“Are you sure?” he pressed, tightening his grip ever so slightly on your hips. God damn it, you were going to have to answer out loud anyways. 

“Ye-“ you started to say, but Kakashi shifted under you to make himself more comfortable, and you whined. His muscular thigh pressed against your clit when he shifted and you couldn’t help the noise that escaped. 

His grip on your hips tightened, and you could’ve sworn you heard a groan rumble in his chest as he breathed. 

“Sorry, yeah. I’m sure,” you said shakily, absolutely mortified. You really considered asking Obito to just pull over so you could walk back to your apartment and scream into your pillow. Up until now, you were just suffering in silence, but Kakashi, the boy you’d been in love with for the last four years of college, heard you whimper when his thigh pressed against your pussy. There was no coming back from that. 

Kakashi let go of your hips and didn’t say anything, only leaned back against the seat and breathed deeply. 

Great. He was upset with you for being horny. You’d ruined any sort of chance of ever being with him at this point. 

As you were mentally chastising yourself, Obito hit yet another bump in the road. You were clenching your jaw so hard you thankfully didn’t react, but you weren’t prepared to hear Kakashi whisper “fuck” under his breath as you involuntarily slid backwards just slightly. You knew what caused the reaction too: your ass was now pressing against his semi-hard cock. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, grimacing to yourself. This was now the worst case scenario and you felt horrible for putting him in this position. “Help me scoot back up.” 

But his hands found their way back to your hips again, keeping you from moving away from him. 

“Please don’t.” 

You thought he was messing with you. There was no way he just said that. Was this a part of Obito’s sick plan? Did he convince Kakashi to go along with this, to make you think Kakashi liked you? This was a new low for Obito. You’d always joked around with each other, but never like this, and never with Kakashi. 

You turned around to tell him not to joke like that, but you’re met with an unexpected sight: Kakashi, cheeks flushed, breath labored, looking like he’s seconds away from cumming in his pants. 

“W-what?” you asked, completely caught off guard by his demeanor. He was always collected, so seeing him begging you to keep your ass pressed against his crotch couldn’t compute in your brain. 

“I’m so s-sorry. Just pl-“ he was cut off by another bump in the road, causing him to curse and squeeze your hips so tight you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. “Shit. Just please keep pressing against me like that. God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

His pathetic pleading went straight to your core, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips to chase the feeling you’d been fighting this whole drive. You gripped his knee for stability and paused, your heart racing and brain foggy from your lust-fueled haze. 

After several deep breaths and a sliver of mental clarity, you whipped your head back around to check in the rearview mirror, making sure Obito couldn’t see you when you lowered your head. The music was loud enough that he couldn’t hear you two, and the TV was shielding you and the lewd acts you were about to commit. After your thorough examination of the situation and making sure you had whatever sad excuse for privacy you could call this, you slowly ground your pussy into his thigh again, causing you both to gasp. 

“Is this what you want?” you breathed before you ground your hips down over and over in the same spot, pressing your ass against his cock every time you did. “Fuck, Kashi. This feels so good.” 

The shame you felt was immeasurable. Here you were, rubbing your clit on your best friend's thigh in the back of a car. Your face felt hot from embarrassment and arousal. Stopping this would probably save you at least some fraction of dignity, but you didn't care. Your body was in control now, and it was chasing a high you'd been craving for years.

“D-don’t say things like that,” he begged, digging his fingers into your plush hips. His voice sounded so ruined, a stark contrast to his usual controlled manner of speech. You desperately wished you were facing him so you could stare at his beautiful face and watch the whimpers fall from his mouth. “We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

You knew the letdown would happen sooner or later. It was just inevitable. You also knew he was right: you shouldn't be doing this. But with your body acting as the driving force behind the determined roll of your hips, rational thought was currently taking a back seat.

“I know, but I’m so close,” you whispered, your voice sounding so pathetic as you held back your moans. “If you never want to talk to me a- ah fuck - again after this, I understand.” 

Kakashi pulled you back towards him, your back now flush against his chest, as you continued to ride his thigh from your new position. His heart was hammering in his chest, beating so hard you could almost hear how its rhythm increased when he dragged you closer.

“That’s n-not what I meant,” he groaned quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist. You could feel him slightly thrusting against your ass, his hard length pressing into your soft flesh. “I meant we shouldn’t do this because I don’t think I’ll be able to ever look at you again without imagining how your ass feels against my cock.” 

“Fuck,” you whined, your high quickly approaching. His filthy words were making you feel even more humiliated by what you two were doing, but they also made you so much wetter. Your head fell back against his shoulder and you drank in the beautiful sight of him looking so desperate to cum, and that’s what sent you over the edge. You clamped your hand over your mouth to stay quiet as you came, your thighs trembling around his leg from your orgasm. 

“God, you look so beautiful when you cum,” Kakashi whispered, his thrusts against you becoming more erratic. “I never thought - f-fuck - I’d get to see you like that.” His arms tightened around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. “I just wish I could’ve heard the s-sounds you make.” 

“Maybe we’ll just have to do this again sometime so you can hear me,” you teased, rolling your hips one more time against his cock. Your sultry words were his breaking point. He covered his own mouth with his hand, whispering curses into his palm as he rode out his high beneath you. 

“Do you really mean that?” Kakashi panted after a minute of trying to calm down enough to speak. His fingers absentmindedly traced in various patterns on your leggings, the sensation bringing both of you back down to earth. 

“I think this conversation is best to have after we help Obito finish moving and we're not limited to the backseat of a shitty van," you said with an amused smirk as you felt the van slow to a stop and park. Kakashi nodded in agreement, placing a kiss on your temple before you two had to exit the van. 

You sat up and peered over the TV, only to be met with Obito’s piercing gaze in the rearview mirror. He didn’t say anything, only raised his eyebrows at you before getting out of the van. 

He definitely heard you two.

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read part 2 here!

The joke was twink death, for the record. Anyways the trio as adults, they all went off to different unis & colleges :)

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗘'𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

it all started as a joke, a very, very bad joke.

naturally, depending on who, because you had no intention of offending leon, and he was in no way offended by a single joke about him being old, because yes, he periodically putted on glasses and squinted without them, and yes, he just periodically acted like a grandfather — be it the way he eventually began collecting discount coupons at a certain supermarket, scratching the slightly dark stubble on his chin as he studied them, furrowing his brows, or whether it was the way he periodically began reading newspapers, sitting on the sofa in plaid pajama pants and some t shirt, casually wrinkled and slightly raised, exposing his soft abs and light tummy.

all sorts of small, newly formed habits in leon became the reason for your playful teasing that he was just like an old man, not that he was young anyway, working as an agent perfectly made him rough around the edges and allowed him to freely leave his work post to spend the rest of his days in the warmth of the house and the softness of your embrace — little by little losing his athletic form, gaining a little softness on top of his abs and sides, as well as some pain in his limbs, such as a crunching sound in his back every time he stood up after a long time in one position.

every time you giggled softly at every tiny change in him, stealing his glasses, making fun of him for how he demanded them back in a relatively stern baritone — «sweetheart, ugh, give me my glasses back, please», or sitting on his lap while he was reading another newspaper, or even a book, pressing your cheek to his chest and fidgeting your nose against his stubble, purring in love — «you're such an old man, leon!» causing him to grumble and pinch your cheeks, playfully offendedly defending his honor, breaking into a warm smile — «still young enough, darling»

and oh yeah, he's still young enough that he can easily prove it by fucking all the jocosity out of you, so why not give it a try?

you should have known better before you crawled into his lap while he relaxed watching the news, and you should have kept your sharp tongue behind your teeth as you snuggled up to him, purring and barely holding back the giggle, that is noticeable even to him, while you joked with him again — «my old man watching some boring news again?» tracing his neck with your hands and tilting your head to the side, blocking his view of the TV.

so you found yourself on his hard lap as he fucked your warm, wet pussy with fast and hard thrusts, his hands gripping your ass tightly, groping and massaging the flesh as he moved you up and down his long cock, each thrust hitting your spongy spot, making you drool and whimper in pleasure, looking into his eyes before closing yours in pleasure.

you press yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling his shoulder, seeking comfort and intimacy in his relentless thrusts as with each new movement your juices coated his cock and balls, increasing the slick feeling.

the living room, against the muffled sounds of the TV, is filled with the rhythmic slaps and squelches of leon's sharp thrusts, he moves you up and down his lap, slamming into your sloppy cunt with unrelenting force, his muscular thighs tilted at right angles, bumping your cervix, forcing you to cry from a mixture of pleasure and bliss — «l-lee! s-so good, ohh! please leon!»

a low, rumbling growl escapes his lips in response as he leans closer, his voice hoarse and filled with a certain roughness — «love how your old man is fucking you, sweetheart? ngh — of course you love it» he grabs your hips, guiding and moving them along his lap, ensuring that every inch of his cock is buried deep inside your greedy pussy, dragging his cock in and out with deliberate slowness, enjoying the feeling of your warm wetness.

the relentless pace continues as leon rams into your loose hole without pause, he grabs your ass harshly, forcefully pulling you even closer to him, causing you to gradually go limp under his relentless assault, and desperately trying to hold on to something, you scratch his back, searching for some semblance of control over the overwhelming pleasure.

his powerful thighs slam against your ass, leaving red marks and fingerprints on your plush skin, the thick tip of his cock pulsates in your heat, the intense stimulation makes your walls clench around him like a vice, and the sensation alone makes him groan deeply, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction sliding from his lips with a guttural growl — «that's it, darling, squeeze a little more, good girl»

he feels the grip of your walls obediently tighten, bringing him closer to the edge, and suddenly he slaps your ass harshly, causing your skin to tremble and your body to shake in response to the rough contact of his palm with your sensitive skin.

the slap, combined with the pressure of your vice like grip makes him orgasm and leon lets out a deep primal moan, throwing his head back and his body tensing as he continues to pound into your warmth, sending shivers down your spine and down to your legs, causing them to twitch.

with every thrust he pumps his hot cum deep inside you, and when he releases his load, your hole throb and leak slickness, climaxing right after him, mewling, moaning deeply and burying yourself into his shoulder, feeling your toes curl and your spine arch as he still thrusts slowly, rolling his hips and pronouncing with some kind of obsession — «gonna keep it as a reminder about how good this old man is fucked you, yeah? so you'll watch what you say next time, sweetie»

after that, your body goes completely limp, giving in to the all consuming pleasure that overwhelms you, not even really noticing how leon leans down and gently kisses your temple, his touches are gentle as he caresses your bruised ass, gently whispering, registering your slightly dissatisfied whines and whimpers — «shh, it's alright, i got you.. your old man is here, sweets»

he glances down quickly, noticing how wet and slippery his pubic hair and shaft have become, staining his pants with evidence of the heated encounter, mentally smiling before continuing to stroke you, cooing tenderly and covering your face with an airy scattering of small kisses.. looks like jokes will have to wait for a while, unless, of course, you want another lesson on how to keep your mouth shut, right? ‹𝟹

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BRO??????

I feel like you just sent me the "no lube, no protection" paragraph that people put on those Gojo edits LMAO

im stealing this thanks nonnie

thinking about leon kennedy and how he talks you through another orgasm and how he's just the softest dom - 🐀

i love love love gentle dom leon so much <3

“c’mon, sweetheart, you can give me one more, can’t you?”

his voice is gentle against your ear, evading your senses in such a way it has you feeling just the slightest bit overwhelmed by the sensation of it all. it was a stark contrast to the way his fingers pistoned in and out of your drooling cunt. it had been difficult to keep still after the second orgasm, and the third one had left leon with no choice but to keep your legs pried apart with his own. confusion plagued your mind, only managing to seep in passing waves amidst the rampant pleasure.

“leon, can’t,” your words were slurred as your body trembled, thighs trying their absolute hardest to clamp shut around his incessant hand. “too much, too much, please-!”

the soft coos and gentle shushing had you keening, eyes rolling back at the curl of skilled fingers, thumb unwavering against your swollen clit.

“you’re so good for me, so pretty,” leon grinned as he watched your back bow for the umpteenth time that night. your cries of ecstasy reverberated in the otherwise quiet room. as you came, body shuddering and writhing about in the comfort of his arms, leon eased you through the aftermath of your climax. chest heaving, your eyes finally slipped shut. your thoughts had finally cleared, coherency beginning to front itself once again.

“one more time?” leon’s hand went to rub at your thighs, taking pleasure in the way you canted into his touch. “let me see you cum on my cock, baby.”