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Synopsis: He became addicted after you popped his cherry! (previous part)
Tags: RE2!Leon x Fem!reader, no apocalypse AU, new relationship established, silly nicknames, Leon in love and needy, dry humping and lots of caressing, rubbing through clothes, cumming in pants, semi-public sex and more!
Note: This is the second part of the previous post! I just can't stop thinking about him and i needed to write it down😩 so I hope u like it as much as i do. Pleasee ignore any mistakes 💕
They always say getting involved with someone at work is a terrible idea, but what's so fun about it then? The point is, you and Leon have been secretly playing lovebirds for a whole month. Things had escalated, the first date turned into a second, then a third, a fourth, and more. You both smiled like idiots at each other and were definitely dating now.
But you decided not to say anything yet because Leon was still too new at work, and you preferred to avoid the first few weeks of gossip after a couple had been spotted at the station. It couldn't be that hard, right? Wrong.
You'd give him those eyes from across the room, flutter your eyelashes sweetly when he came over to ask for a file, and lean provocatively over his desk when you needed to explain something. Of course, it was easier to blame you when he wasn't doing any better.
Because this man seemed like a well-trained puppy. He'd look up at the clack, clack, clack of your heels as you walked down the hall, steal glances at your tight ass in those pencil skirts you loved to wear, and his cheeks would burn when he realized his hand had landed on your lower back as he passed you.
He'd find any excuse to see you. Need photocopies? He was there. Need help with a box of folders? He'd carry them. And he'd leave a hot coffee and a donut (with your favorite frosting) at your desk. And God, he couldn't keep his hands off you after that bathroom incident. So every chance he got, he'd try to touch and kiss you like he hadn't seen you in months.
"Your girl needs help downstairs, Kennedy." Marvin said, entering the room where Leon and some other officers were sitting. And he didn't need to say names or anything else, because Leon got up so fast he almost knocked his chair over, only to stalk out as fast as he could like a dog looking for its owner.
The room fell silent for a few loong seconds after confirming what everyone suspected, and then: "My ten dollars." Marvin claimed victoriously, extending his hand toward another, younger policeman. "Oh, hell no—" the other one complained, searching his pocket for the money.
Did Leon realize his mistake? Of course not, he was too busy rubbing up against you in the West Wing files room.
You were focused on finding some files before this needy man pounced on you. His hands were on your hips and his lips on your neck. At first, he was subtle, trying to get your attention. But the scent of your perfume and your body bent over like that seemed like an invitation to his horny mind.
"Leon, I need to finish this." you complained, trying to sound stern, but you didn't make any effort to push him away. "Oh, I need to finish too..." he murmured with a small, husky chuckle, laughing at his own silly joke. You would have rolled your eyes if it weren't for a particular thrust that pushed you further forward, making you gasp.
He dropped his forehead against your back, muffling his low, husky moans. His hands, too warm even through your clothes, caressed your tits with gentle impatience. Squeezing them, trying to hear you release small sighs. You were getting wet as you felt him rub and caress you like that.
You could feel the outline of his hard member rubbing against your ass, and if you concentrated hard enough, you could feel it throbbing subtly through the blue fabric of his pants. The head of his cock rubbed impatiently against you, starting to leave a small dark stain on his pants. Leon's cheeks burned with embarrassment at the thought of coming in his uniform, but fuck it, because he was already close.
"feels so good, baby..." he whined, pressing a wide-mouthed kiss to your cheek and pushing his chest against your back, wedging you between the desk beneath you and his body. His hands rested on yours, trying to hold on to something. "I wanna put it inside, wanna it so bad—oh, shit." he moaned more sharply, rubbing against you more insistently.
His hips contracted, thrusting pathetically as if he could break through the layers of clothing between you, and you arched your back even more just to tease him. All you could do was let out small moans and sighs, because no one knew how exciting it was to hear him moan against your ear and rub himself wildly against your ass. But it excited you even more knowing that you made him like this, you turned him into this desperate, horny thing. Because once you let him taste you, there was no going back.
"Oh, fuuck—" He moaned against your back, letting go of your hands so he could grab your hips and give a few small thrusts, before coming hard in his boxers. A broken moan escaped his lips, burying his burning face in your back in shame and panting like an animal.
"You're a pervert." you said, your cheeks flushed and breathless. You tried to sit up, but a hot, wet sensation against your ass stopped you for a few seconds. "Says the one who gave me a blowjob in the bathroom." Leon murmured, his voice bordering on shyness due to his own lack of self-control. Okay, maybe he had a point.
"Oh, right—did you need anything? Marvin said..." He was slurring his words, still dizzy from his orgasm. "Me? No, nothing." You replied, closing your eyes as you felt Leon straighten up, only to gently kiss softly your sweaty temple.
"Oh." He said, opening his eyes in realization. He screwed up.
just thinking about Leon horny and cumming in his pants makes me feel something, im sorry uhh 😩😩
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You used to joke with your friends that there was no way dick could actually make a girl go drunk on it— that kind of stuff only ever existed in porn. All dramatics and camera angles. No way it was real.
Safe to say that mindset quickly changed the second you started dating Toji Fushiguro.
After that first night you had sex — where he bent you over and pounded your cunt so deep you squirted twice on his dick, legs shaking, voice gone? Yeah. You stopped laughing real quick.
Because now, you were damn near a replica of those pornstars drooling over dick. Eyes glassy, thighs twitching and dripping with cum, and brain fogged up like he’d knocked something loose.
He had fucked you stupid. Literally.
And the worst part? You loved it. Loved the way he manhandled you, how he mocked you and talked down to you, made you feel like nothing but a hole to fill. The way he’d grab your face mid-thrust, make you look at him while he ruined you. “This all it took to get you slutted out for me? Dirty girl.”
It was almost laughable to think you used to have standards before.
Control. Maybe even restraint.
But Toji shattered that the moment he first split you open on his cock. Now you were cockdrunk and shameless, begging for him to fuck you dumb with tears in your eyes and slick dripping down your shaky thighs.
“Please,” you’d sob, voice wrecked, hips chasing every thrust like you were starving. “Need it, want your cock—want more.”
And he’d laugh. Low and cruel. “More?” he’d sneer, dragging his cock out slow just to slam it back in harder. Drinking in the way your mouth would drop open in an 'o' and your eyes would roll back as a breathless moan would fill the room. “You’re fuckin’ insatiable, doll. Nothin’ but a cockhungry slut now f'me, aren’t ya?”
And you were.
You never thought you could reach this level of horny in your life, never thought you’d crave sex like this ever. Not even in your wildest dreams—and yet here you were. Hooked on his dick.
So much so it wasn’t just when you two were fucking. It was constant. Lingering. Even when he was being sweet — brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your temple, calling you his girl in that low, possessive voice that made you wanna jump his bones— it made your stomach flip and your thighs clench.
Despite his intimidating, almost scary appearance, that beast of a man was soft with you. Gentle in ways that made your chest ache.
And god, that just further worsened your lust.
Because now it wasn’t just about the sex — it was about him. The way he looked at you like you were his favorite sin. The way he touched you like he knew every nerve ending by heart. The way he could ruin you with a single word, a single thrust, a single glance.
You used to joke. Used to roll your eyes at girls who claimed they were addicted to it.
Well—now you were one of them.
No shame. No denial. Just hunger.
Because being his mess? His fucked-out, overstimulated, whimpering mess?
That was your favorite version of yourself most times.
And so what if craving your boyfriend's cock like it was oxygen made you a littlee unhinged?
God forbid a girl have a hobby.
♡ princessxmin please do not alter, copy or translate my work !
you’d come with a friend—some half-hearted excuse to “finally be social,” and maybe see what all the hype was about when it came to guys like ryomen sukuna. loud, messy, over-sexed. tattooed hands and rings on every other finger. always the center of the room, always leaning too far into your space, voice sticky sweet with teasing when he called you shy girl like it was your first name.
you hadn’t planned on losing your virginity that night. not to anyone, and especially not to him.
but now you’re in his room. back against his sheets. his stupid pretty mouth pressed to your neck. and his hand? his hand is up your skirt like he owns the place. which he kind of does. king of this crusty dusty frat castle, anyway.
“you’re shaking,” he murmurs, palm spreading wide across your thigh. “nervous?”
you nod. tiny. you don’t know why he makes you feel so small when he’s not even that much taller than you. but everything about him is overwhelming. the scent of him, sharp and earthy. the way his eyes darken when you look up at him. the weight of his stare, like he’s already imagined the way you’ll sound when he fucks the breath out of you.
“you still want it?” he asks, voice low. surprisingly soft for someone like him. “you can say no.”
“i want it,” you say, a little too fast. a little too desperate. like a girl who’s been thinking about this for a while.
“tch.” he smirks. “knew you were filthy underneath all that polite shit.”
you squirm. his thumb presses to your clothed clit like he wants you to. he kisses you again, but this time it’s deeper. wetter. he licks into your mouth like it’s a meal, like your lips are sweet and he’s starving. and when you whimper into it, he groans against your tongue.
“you ever let a guy touch you like this before?”
you shake your head.
his grin grows sharp. “good.”
he pulls your panties down slow, like he’s savoring it. you try to squeeze your thighs together, but he pushes them apart with both hands and settles between them like he belongs there.
and god—when he looks down at you, he looks hungry.
“you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he mutters, running a thumb through your folds. “bet you’re gonna taste even sweeter than you smell.”
he says it like it’s a fact. like your pussy was made for him to devour. and then, without even waiting, he lowers his head and does exactly that.
your whole body jolts.
his tongue is hot and flat and everywhere. he licks into you like he means it, moaning low in his throat when your hips jerk up toward his face. his fingers spread your lips and he sucks your clit into his mouth like he’s trying to memorize how you sound when you cry out his name.
“sukuna—please—i—”
“shh,” he mumbles against your cunt. “just let me eat.”
and he does. he doesn’t stop. not when you cum the first time. not when your thighs clamp around his ears. not even when you’re whining from overstimulation and begging him to slow down. he pulls another orgasm from you like it’s easy. like it’s what he’s best at.
when he finally sits back, his lips and chin are soaked. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at you like he’s ready to ruin you entirely.
“you ever seen a dick before, sweetheart?”
you blink, dazed. “um… no.”
he laughs. “fuck. you’re killin’ me.”
you watch as he strips off his shirt, then undoes his belt with one hand and pushes his pants down just enough to free himself. your eyes widen—he’s thick. long and veiny and already hard as a rock.
“yeah,” he says, grinning when he catches your expression. “you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”
“that’s not very reassuring,” you breathe.
he leans down to kiss you again. slower this time. almost… sweet.
his mouth is soft against yours, but there’s heat behind it—like he’s trying to press something into you without saying it out loud. it’s not hungry like earlier. not cocky. just warm. his palm cradles your cheek, thumb brushing over your jaw as his lips part yours, slow and lingering. like he wants you to feel it. like he wants you to remember.
you kiss him back because you can’t not. because your body is still buzzing, and your thighs are still trembling, and the ache between your legs is starting to settle into something that feels like a craving. your hand slides into his hair without thinking, fingers twisting in the soft pink strands as he pulls away just enough to look at you.
he’s staring again. that intense, unreadable kind of stare that makes you squirm even when he’s not touching you. his eyes flicker down to your mouth, then back up to your eyes, like he’s trying to decide what to do with you next. like he’s still hungry but doesn’t want to scare you.
and then he smiles.
not the smug one. not the frat-boy grin he wears like armor in front of his friends. this one’s different. smaller. tilted. like he’s looking at a secret and he’s the only one who knows it.
“still okay?” he murmurs.
you nod, but the way your chest rises and falls gives you away. he notices. of course he does. his hand slides down your body again—fingertips grazing your collarbone, the dip of your waist, the curve of your hip. he stops when he reaches your thigh, palm resting there like it belongs.
his hand slips down, past your hip, between your legs, fingers brushing through the slick heat of your cunt like he already knows what he’ll find. he groans, almost to himself.
you want to hide, but there’s nowhere to go. he’s all around you. all you can do is bite your lip as his fingers glide through your folds again, spreading the wetness up toward your clit and circling it slowly. the motion makes your thighs twitch, your back arch, breath catch in your throat.
you nod again, smaller this time, and your eyes flutter open to see him staring down at you. completely focused. no trace of a smirk. just him. just sukuna.
he shifts his weight to one forearm and reaches between you with the other hand to guide the thick head of his cock to your entrance. you tense without meaning to.
“breathe,” he says, low and even. “don’t rush it.”
you try.
the blunt pressure of him pressing against your cunt is overwhelming. he’s warm, and so much bigger than you thought—your body resists at first, muscles clenching up from instinct, nerves fraying at the edges. but he doesn’t push. not all at once. he lets you open up around him, inch by slow inch, shallow thrusts that ease him inside while his hand rubs soothing circles against your hip.
it burns. not sharp, but enough to make your eyes water. your fingers dig into his biceps, and he pauses. stills. watches your face.
“talk to me,” he says, voice quiet. “you want to stop?”
you shake your head immediately. “no. just—don’t move yet.”
he doesn’t.
he leans in and kisses your temple. then your cheek. then the corner of your mouth. his hand strokes your thigh gently, grounding you. and the longer he stays still, the more the sting starts to fade, melting into something thicker, heavier. the ache of being full. stretched. claimed.
your body adjusts. slowly. trembling at first, but growing used to the weight of him.
“you’re doing so good,” he breathes, forehead resting against yours. “fuck, you feel good. tight little pussy grippin’ me like she doesn’t wanna let go.”
you whimper at the sound of it—the filth in his voice made worse by how soft he says it. not taunting. not cruel. just honest. reverent, even. like he can’t believe you’re letting him have this. letting him in.
you shift your hips, just slightly, and the movement pulls a hiss from his teeth.
“you okay?”
“yeah,” you breathe. “keep going.”
he does. slowly. rolling his hips in shallow, careful thrusts that make your breath catch all over again. he watches your face like a man obsessed. like every twitch of your brows or gasp of your mouth tells him something he needs to know.
you didn’t think sex could feel like this.
you didn’t think sukuna could feel like this.
his rhythm is steady, hips drawing back and sliding in deeper each time. your cunt flutters around him, wet, hot, and messy, and the sound it makes, so sticky and obscene, has him groaning low in your ear.
“fuck,” he grits. “gonna ruin you.”
he already has. your legs wrap around his waist without thinking, ankles crossing at the small of his back to pull him closer. deeper. he groans again and dips his head to your throat, mouthing at the sensitive skin there, biting just enough to make your back arch.
his cock hits something deeper now, and your breath stutters.
“that’s it,” he mutters. “there she is. right there, huh?”
your fingernails dig into his back as he keeps fucking into that spot, slow and mean. your nerves are raw again, pleasure crawling up your spine in hot little sparks as his pace picks up.
“you gonna cum for me, baby?” he pants, rubbing your clit in tight circles while he fucks you through the growing pressure in your belly. “wanna feel this pretty pussy squeeze me. give it to me.”
you nod, desperate, dizzy, tears threatening to slip past your lashes as the pleasure tips you over the edge—and you break.
your orgasm floods through you fast and hard, thighs shaking, breath hitched, pussy fluttering around him like you were made for it. sukuna doesn’t slow down. doesn’t stop. he fucks you through it, watches you fall apart like it’s his religion, his reason.
you hear yourself sob his name. a weak, shattered little sound.
and sukuna—he kisses you. he kisses you like he’s never tasted anything sweeter.
you’re still shaking when he groans into your mouth.
your cunt is pulsing around him, like your body doesn’t know how to let go of him. like it doesn’t want to. every time your walls flutter, his breath catches. every moan you spill into his mouth has him swearing low under his breath, hips stuttering against yours like he’s fighting the urge to lose it.
he’s still holding back. still trying to fuck you slow. you’re not sure how long he can keep it up.
“fuck,” he rasps, forehead pressed to yours. “you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. so warm… so tight around me—shit.”
his voice cracks on the last word, guttural and half-choked. he’s sweating now. his back slick under your fingertips, arms braced beside your head, and his thighs trembling just barely with every thrust. he’s close. so close. but he’s still watching you—eyes flicking between your face and the way your body grips his cock with every roll of his hips.
you don’t even think before whispering, “wanna feel you cum.”
and that breaks him.
his next thrust is deeper. harder. he buries himself all the way inside, cock hitting your cervix as he groans deep in his chest, raw and unfiltered. you feel him throb, cock twitching as he cums hard inside of you—hips jerking once, twice, like his body’s still catching up to the wave crashing over him.
he doesn’t pull out right away. he just stays there, shaking a little, mouth slack and forehead resting on yours while he rides out every last pulse of it. his weight feels good. the room is quiet except for your breathing—yours fast and shallow, his deep and heavy like he’s been sprinting.
and then—he laughs. a breathless kind of laugh, hoarse around the edges, like he can’t believe what just happened. “holy fuck,” he mutters.
you can’t help it—you giggle. dazed, still out of it, but lightheaded enough that the sound bubbles out of you naturally. your body feels like melted wax. warm, soft, spread open beneath him like you belong there.
sukuna lifts his head, looks down at you. he’s still catching his breath, but there’s a glow to him now—flushed cheeks, damp hair sticking to his temples, that smirk of his curling back into place, but slower. softer. like the fight’s gone out of it.
“you good?” he asks.
you nod. “you?”
he chuckles again, pulling out with a soft groan. you wince at the sudden emptiness—already missing the way he filled you. reaching for a towel off the floor. it’s… surprisingly clean. you blink at that.
he gently wipes between your legs, not looking at you too closely while he does. like if he makes it a thing, you’ll start feeling awkward about it. but the way his touch lingers a little too long at your thigh says otherwise.
when he’s done, he tosses the towel aside and flops back onto the mattress next to you, arm tucked behind his head, bare chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths.
you stay quiet. he doesn’t push.
the silence settles. not uncomfortable, but not familiar either. like standing on a bridge you’re not sure you’re supposed to cross. and then, just when you start to turn your head toward him, he breaks it.
“you were really fuckin’ cute,” he says.
you blink. “what?”
“before,” he continues, smirking without looking at you. “all shy and squirmy. you were tryna act like you weren’t already soaked for me.”
you roll your eyes and nudge his shoulder. “you’re so annoying.”
“uh-huh,” he says, stretching an arm toward you lazily. “get over here, though.”
you hesitate. not because you don’t want to. but because what does this mean?
still, your body makes the decision for you, rolling into his side and letting him wrap an arm around your waist like it’s the easiest thing in the world. his skin is hot. the room smells like sweat and sex and faint traces of his cologne. and when you settle your cheek against his chest, his fingers move without thinking—tracing lazy shapes down your spine.
“you’re gonna be sore tomorrow,” he mumbles. almost apologetic. almost smug.
“i know.”
he pauses. then: “…you ever think about doin’ this again?”
you look up at him, but he’s not looking at you. his gaze is on the ceiling now. casual. but his jaw’s a little tense, and his throat bobs when he swallows, like he’s not as relaxed as he wants to seem.
you wait.
he finally glances down at you.
“not with anyone else,” he says. “just me.”
you blink.
“i mean—” he stretches again, like he’s shaking it off. “not sayin’ it’s a thing or whatever. just… if you ever wanna do it again. or stay over. or sleep in. or like… let me cook you pancakes or some shit. y’know. no pressure.”
you try not to smile too hard. you fail.
“…what if i want pancakes and sex?”
he grins, all teeth. “oh, baby. now you’re speakin’ my language.”
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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY. a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy. feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios. )
SETTINGS.
[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.
[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.
[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".
[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.
[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.
[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.
[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.
[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.
[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.
NEW TERRITORY.
[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.
[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.
[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.
[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.
[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.
[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.
[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.
[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.
[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.
[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.
HEATING UP.
[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.
[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.
[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.
[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.
[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.
[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.
[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.
[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.
[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.
[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.
[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.
UNRAVELING.
[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.
[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.
[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.
[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.
[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.
[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.
[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.
[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.
[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.
[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.
[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.
[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.
[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.
COMING DOWN.
[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.
[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.
[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.
[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.
[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.
[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.
[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.
[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.
MDNI / 18 + ; contains: AFAB reader, sexual themes, p in v sex(unprotected), creampie, squirting
“oh f-ffuck – !”
it wasn’t like you meant to find yourself in this predicament – shoved and crammed into a brick wall in an alleyway, cornered by a much taller man in a red coat. his hips didn’t stutter in your quaking state, and he could only acknowledge you with a groan.
it all managed to happen so fast, when you stumbled out of a club, giggling whilst drawing away from your friends for the night. the sidewalks were familiar, or maybe your instincts kicked in to carry you down the pavement in a way that you could only deem as a miracle the next, headache-filled morning. then, as suddenly as you had stepped from the bass-boosted stoop, you found yourself cornered in an alleyway that was occupied by what you could only identify as creatures.
you didn’t even have any time to scream or react as they lunged at you, halted by a sword almost as tall as you, and a body facing yours with a grin. he’s tall – practically a whole head taller than you, with snow-white hair and big arms. he made quick work of the things, their blood and gore splattering at your feet. something within you … liked it, quite a bit in fact; you couldn’t be sure if it was your fuzzy - brained state or your adrenaline running high – but you wanted to give your rescuer something of a proper thank you.
which landed you here, in the man’s big arms, one leg bent at an angle you didn’t even know you were flexible enough for, practically pleading for more, your form supported by his hands on your ass. the plush of your thighs and arms squeezed him in a way that had his fair features flushed, an image you wanted seared in your mind forever.
he’s able to maneuver you up and down his length, groaning at the way your pussy grips his entirety. through another groan, he rasps, “jeez, this is quite the thank you – what’s your name?”
you mumble it outward for him, although it’s more of an utterance through jagged, fucked out huffs – it’s as though you can feel him all the way into your lungs. through the haze and warmth you can’t find it within yourself to satiate your curiosity for his name, but it's like he can sense it.
“names dante, feel free to scream it, babe,” he’s grinning, you can hear it, and it delights you how much his humor seems turns you on.
a notably hard thrust of his hips has you choking on air and whining, bucking into his hips wantonly accompanying a particular gush around him – undoubtedly painting the front of his pants. “oh – dante!”
“oh fuck,” he almost hisses, head tilting backward with a stutter of his hips. “where d’you want me to cum?”
“a - anywhere,” you say it without thought, though you can’t help the feeling that ignites in you with the thought of him finishing in you – like gasoline on top of a fire. “you – you can finish in me, too, if you want –”
his hips cease within you, a final throb sending another wave squirting from you with a whine. he’s got you pressed against the brick, hands shifted to your knees to fold you as far outward as you can stretch. for a moment, the two of you huff in the afterglow of the moment, dante staying within you and twitching.
“man – didn’t think your thank you would be that … wet,” he huffs with a satisfied chuckle. “think you can stand on your own?”
absently, you nod your head, two shaky legs set down on the ground, arm still snaked around his neck for support. with gleaming, starry eyes, you look back up to him. “wanna walk me home?”
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the thing that bothers me with 7 deadly sin based characters is when they cant decide if they embody the sin by suffering from it or by drawing it out of others. ie. if your gluttony demon is a guy who loves eating then your lust demon should be a gooner sex pest. and if your lust demon is a seductive girlboss then your gluttony demon should be a 5 star chef. does this make sense.
i know this has been done several times before, but if by chance any of the following questions appeal to you specifically, you've come to the right place! this meme contains NSFW content, so adults only please! ♡
afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?
beg — do they like making their partner(s) beg? do they like begging their partner?
body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?
clothing — do they like to have sex fully or partially clothed, or do they prefer having sex naked? would they ever move an article of clothing aside for stimulation/penetration (ex. pulling their panties to the side for penetrative sex)?
cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?
delay — do they like having their orgasm delayed/denied? do they like delaying/denying their partner(s)' orgasm?
dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?
drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?
dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?
eyes — do they like to be watched while they're having sex? do they like to watch others having sex?
fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?
g-spot — do they like g-spot/p-spot stimulation? do they prefer giving or receiving it, or does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like to stimulate the area with toys?
hair — do they shave or wax? do they let their hair grow out?
humiliation — do they like being humiliated or degraded? is there anything specific they like being humiliated or degraded for? do they like humiliating or degrading their partner(s)?
impact — do they like spanking/being spanked? whipping/being whipped? hitting/being hit? any other kind of impact play not listed here?
kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?
lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?
location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)?
lube — do they use lube during sex? how much of it? do they like flavored lube and/or lube that brings particular sensations? can they become naturally lubricated enough to not need lube during sex?
marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners?
music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?
names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?
orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?
positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?
praise — do they like being praised? is there anything specific they like being praised for? do they like praising their partner(s)?
queen — are they a size queen? do they prefer length, girth, or both? do they like textures?
restraint — do they like being restrained? do they like restraining their partner(s)? are they into softer bondage or more hardcore BDSM?
sensation — do any specific sensations turn them on? are they into hot wax? ice? tickling? specific textures? anything else not listed here?
sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?
size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?
sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?
stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?
strip — does your muse like stripping for their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) strip(s) for them? do they like their partner(s) stripping them naked? do they like to strip their partner(s) naked?
style — do they like it rough? do they like it soft? do they prefer fucking or making love? do they like a hard and fast pace, a slow and gentle pace, or does it vary/depend on the situation?
top or bottom — are they more of a top or a bottom, or are they more versatile? does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like penetrating or being penetrated more? do they like giving oral or receiving oral more? do they like stimulating or being stimulated more?
tease — do they like teasing their partner(s)? do they like being teased? how do they like to tease/be teased?
toys — do they own sex toys? how often do they use them? do they prefer using them on themselves or their partner(s)?
turn on — what turns them on?
volume — are they loud, quiet, or somewhere in between during sex? do they get louder over time? are there any activities that affect their volume during sex? do they prefer a loud or quiet partner?
wet — do they like bath/shower sex? would they have sex in other bodies of water (pool, lake, ocean, etc)?
