Long time no see everyone! It's been a long second, but I'm 'officially' back! Lol. If you don't know my name is Kirby, and I used to write fanfiction! Especially Chris Evans/captain America related.
I've had this blog for about 6 ish years, and I'm 21 now! Lol. I stopped getting on here because my blog was wrongly marked as explicit for the last 5 years or so. Which is why I stopped using Tumblr overall. But I logged in today (Nov. 1, 2022) and I'm unblocked!!!! I'm so happy!! I missed having a pfp and a background lol.
I don't write much anymore, I left that stage in my life, I was about 16 writing fanfics so my obsession has long since passed. I'm still interested in fanfics, just not Marvel/Chris Evans etc related. I mostly just write about my ocs or look up stuff related to the Sims4 lol 𤣠I'm more of a sims player now lol.
But, if you stuck around, thanks! But no more fics are coming out so you can unfollow, or reread what (horribly) written fics I still have left up lol.
Welp, this is it! Everything I'll reblog is gonna be all over the place so if you like it, stick around!
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dead tired today so I grabbed a coffee from the gas station & the guy greeted me by trying to say āis that everything ā but fumbled and said āe ga thebythinā and me trying to say āyeahā or āyupā just went āYIP!ā in response. No survivors
Pairing: summer camp counselor f!reader x summer camp counselor re4 remake Leon (Non zombie AU)
Plot: Now, a week after Leon āconfessedā to you and hasnāt had the chance to kiss you, he sneaks into the staff bathroom to get you alone and finally fulfill his desire to make you his. Nobody could catch you, right?
Word count: 2338 Words of pure smut
Warnings: shower sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, unprotected sex (stay safe), almost getting caught by Claire, pet names (good girl, baby girlā¦), reader and Leon coming twice, Leon coming in readerās mouth and lower back.
A/N: Hey! You guys really showed a lot of support for the first part, so as I promised, hereās a second part with a wilder Leon. Ngl I loved writing this version of him š³ I would like to keep writing with him, so please do send me messages with ideas you would like to read š«¶š»
P. S: This summer, I might work as a camp counselor, and tbh I would love to have Leon as my coworker š
Taglist -> @frogtape (let me know if you want to be added)
A week laterā¦
The tension between you and Leon grew even bigger after that last conversation you had with him at the entrance to the staffās cabin after the bonfire. But you havenāt had the chance of finishing what you started. At first, Leon thought it was a good idea to sneak out of the cabin in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping. You actually did it, but right when you were about to share your first kiss, the fire alarm went off by accident, cutting the whole scene short. The next day, you tried again, getting interrupted by Chris entering the small room where you kept the cleaning utensils. Two days later, you tried again, this time getting caught by a group of kids who were exploring the surroundings of the camp. Two days ago, you tried again, getting caught by Jill and Carlos, who forgot to take some fruits to carry to the next activity, and went back to the kitchen, where you and Leon were. It was like the universe didnāt want you to experience any romantic relationship with the blond man. Until today.
Afternoon activities were over, and Leon was nowhere to be found. You, on the other hand, were sharing some snacks with a group of kids and Claire, chatting about random stuff and choosing which songs you would sing at the karaoke session later that night. āChris should go with a Taylor Swift song, it suits him.ā Claire said a little louder so her brother could listen, a laugh escaping you all at his answer. āSure, girl!ā He said, snapping his fingers and doing that diva pose the kids loved to see from him. āI think Iām going to go look for Leon.ā You whispered to Claire, standing up from the seat on the wood trunk and shaking the sawdust from your hands.
The hallway to the bathroom was silent to your surprise, you thought Leon would be taking a shower, but it didnāt seem like he was. āLeon? Are you here?ā You asked, not expecting to get an answer. And just like you expected, the boy didnāt say anything. You were about to leave when you felt a hand grab your wrist from one of the shower cabinets, pulling you in and closing the wooden door behind you. āHello, gorgeous.ā Leon said with a smirk on his face, caging you against the door and between his arms. He obviously wanted to make sure you didnāt escape from him this time. āLeon, what the hell are you doing? Youāre going to get us fired.ā You complained, looking at him with fake anger reflected in your eyes. You wanted him as bad as he wanted you. And he knew that. āWe have unfinished business, remember?ā He said, getting closer to you, thin air separating your lips. āAnd you think the public bathroom is the best place to finish it? What if they catch us again?ā You complained. Your words were saying something completely different from your body, staying close to Leonās warmth, not even trying to push him away. āThis is the staffās bathroom, the kids are not going to come in.ā Leon excused looking at your lips. Only God knows what was crossing his mind. āWhat about Chris, Claire, Jill, and Carlos?ā You asked, Leon saying their names at the same time you did. āYeah, I know their names too.ā He said a little cocky. āThought you would like the thrill.ā He added, stepping away from you. But you stopped him. āWho said I donāt? Maybe Iām just enjoying watching you fight to not lose control.ā You admitted, pulling him closer again. You had to admit that this dynamic you both have of unbreakable sexual tension and constant teasing turned you on more than you would have ever thought. āWho says Iām about to lose control?ā He answered with a smirk, a fake confident tone coating his words. āCome on, look at you. You sneaked into the staffās bathroom and pulled me in when you heard me just to-" You started to say, but got cut off by the boyās impatience. āFuck, you talk too much.ā He said, grabbing your face and kissing you, finally closing the dense space that separated your bodies for so long.
The kiss was just like you imagined. You could still taste the caffeine scent from the coffee he had drunk a few minutes before disappearing, a tint of mint in the background. The kiss itself was rough, desperate, like neither of you could handle it anymore. His tongue didnāt take long to push your lips open, asking for permission to enter the warmth of your mouth. Soft moans came out of your throat, making you look even more desperate. āYou wanted this as much as I did, didnāt you?ā He asked against your lips. His voice was husky, a tone deeper than his usual tone. You just hummed in response, connecting your lips again in a hungrier kiss. This time, his lips didnāt hesitate to move to your neck, slightly biting the thin skin on your collarbone, the saltiness from the beach water still lingering on your skin. āD-donāt leave marksā¦ā You whispered between quiet moans at the feeling of his lips sucking your neck. āYes, maāam.ā There was something in the way he said those words that drove you crazy, a pool forming in your underwear. āCan I?ā He asked, tucking at the hem of your pants and shirt. You nodded, asking the same question at him and taking off his clothes too. His bare strong chest shone with the dim light of the room, making him look ethereal. His lips connected to your neck again, leaving a wet trail until your hard nipple. His hand was caressing your sides, teasing your skin with his fingertips. āLook at you, so damn desperate for my touch when the only thing Iāve done is kiss you.ā He said, looking at you, his hand getting closer to your entrance. Your breathing was heavy, trying your best to control your emotions so you didnāt look too desperate. But you guessed you were failing. āLeonā¦ā Your voice sounded more like a beg. āYeah? Come on, tell me what you want.ā He said with a teasing smirk. āYou know what I wantā¦ā You breathe out, trying not to get too loud. āI prefer hearing it from you.ā He said, still tracing soft circles on the skin of your inner thighs. āFuck you.ā You cursed under your breath. āThatās exactly what I wanted to do all this time, fuck you.ā He said, a wider smirk appearing on his face when he finally connected his slender finger to your wet core. A hissed gasp escaped your throat at the feeling of his touch, a little too loud. āShh. Be a good girl and keep it quiet, baby.ā He said, placing his index finger of his free hand over your lips as he entered two fingers into your throbbing pussy. You bit your lip hard and shut your eyes close, a wave of pleasure getting over you when you felt his digits curling inside you. āCome on, baby, look at me.ā He said, grabbing your face by your chin, forcing you to look at him. You never imagined Leon would be like this in the intimacy. But you had to admit you loved it.
He connected his lips with yours again when you told him you were getting close, muffling your moans into his mouth. You didnāt pretend to come so fast, but that man made you feel so damn good just with his fingers that you couldnāt hold it. You whined at the loss of contact when he pulled out his digits, licking them clean and finally tasting your scent. āYouāre so fucking awesome⦠coming on my fingers like the desperate baby girl you are.ā He said, connecting his lips again with yours, making you taste yourself on them.
Now it was your turn to make him go crazy under your touch. āYou donāt have to-ā He started to say, probably too desperate now to feel his dick inside you. But you cut him off by kneeling in front of him and pulling your hair up in a ponytail. āFuck you look so good like this.ā He said, looking down at you, remembering the wild thoughts he had a week ago when you kneeled in front of him to be at the eye level of one of the kids. But this time, you looked even better, obviously. You took his length in your mouth, looking directly into his blue eyes. As soon as his cock came into contact with your wet muscle, he couldnāt hold himself up, throwing his head back and groaning with pleasure. The way you looked up at him, right into his eyes, was deadly to him. Your hand grabbed the base of the hard muscle, your tongue tracing the veins that pulsed around his length. āF-fuck⦠your mouth feels so fucking goodā¦ā He said with a husky voice, a little louder than a whisper. He tried to look back at you, but once again failed to maintain eye contact with your puppy eyes. He felt like coming in your mouth if he connected his eyes with yours again. āY/Nā¦ā You loved how your name sounded in his mouth right there. āY/N Iām closeā¦ā He said once again, trying to pull you away. But you wanted him to be on equal footing with you. You wanted him to come undone just like you did. Your tongue played a little longer around his tip, getting a trail of low groans from him, letting you know you would achieve your goal soon. His white liquid covered your mouth, a string of saliva mixed with his cum still connecting your tongue and his tip, leaving him breathless, looking at you spitting the liquid out. āFuck, that was so good.ā He said, pulling you back up and connecting your lips once again. At this point, everything was a mess, but you didnāt care at all. All you wanted now was his dick inside you.
āLeon⦠please⦠fuck meā¦ā You begged him, not caring to sound desperate anymore either. He obeyed you, not really wanting to keep the teasing anymore. He was as desperate as you. He moved behind you, grabbing you close to his body. You could feel his wide chest pressing against your back, his cock teasing your wet entrance a little bit before sliding in. āYouāre still so wet, baby. You really wanted this, donāt you?ā He said, circling his tip around your entrance. His free hand was holding your butt, keeping it in place so you couldnāt buckle your hips against his without his permission. āLeon⦠stop it alreadyā¦ā You begged, your voice coming a little louder than what you would have liked. He let out a proud laugh, sliding himself in slowly. You quietly moaned his name, feeling a tight knot forming on your lower belly already. His breath was hot on your ear, whispering sweet little nothings to you. You felt your body melt into his touch with every slow thrust, your hands forming a fist on a strand of his hair you grabbed for support. His right hand found its way to your breast, playing with your hard nipple while the other hand rested on your hip, helping you keep up with the slow pace of his hips.
The clicking sound of the door made you freeze, his cock still inside you. āY/N?ā Claireās voice echoed in the bathroom, making you curse under your breath. āY-yeah, I-Iām taking a showerā¦ā You managed to say, feeling the growing smirk on Leonās face. Without warning, he started to move his hips again. Slowly, making you feel every single inch of his length going in and out of your core. You looked back at him with a death stare, begging him to stop moving, but he was enjoying the situation way too much. And you had to admit you were too. āOh, okay, did you find Leon?ā Claire asked from outside. āN-no⦠I h-havenātā¦ā You managed to say, biting your lower lip after each word to keep your moans in. ā... Okay then, come to the main room when you finish. We have to settle everything for the karaoke.ā She said, leaving the room after you hummed in response.
Once both of you were sure you were alone in the bathroom again, Leon took a faster pace, dragging louder moans from you with every movement. This time it was rougher, harder. āL-Leonā¦ā You whined, grabbing his arm wrapped around you for support, nails digging into his skin. āYouāre doing great, baby. That was so fucking hot.ā He said, thrusting harder into your pussy. You covered your mouth, tears forming on the edge of your eyes at the feeling of your orgasm about to crush you. āY-youāre the devilā¦ā You moaned, throwing yourself back to rest your head on Leonās shoulder. āI know you loved it.ā He whispered in your ear, biting your lobe softly and letting out a trail of low groans as he kept thrusting into you, sloppier as he reached his orgasm as well. His hand that was resting on your hips found its way to your clit, drawing imaginary circles with a fast pace. You felt his dick twitch inside you, pulling out right after and coming on your lower back while he kept playing with your clit, making you come undone as well.
The only thing that could be heard in the room was your heavy breaths, your chest rising and falling heavily, matching Leonās chest. āThat was amazing.ā He said, his eyelids heavy as he looked at you. āIt really was.ā You breathed, letting out a shy laugh when you noticed what youāve just done. āDo you think Claire noticed you were here?ā You asked, finally turning around to meet his eyes. āTo be honest, I donāt give a fuck if she did.ā He said, admiring you like you were a work of art. āLetās wash before they come back looking for both of us and it gets more obvious whatās going on.ā He added, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and running the cold water, making you curse at him when the jet of cold water fell directly on you.
Pairing: Summer camp counselor f!reader x summer camp counselor re4 remake Leon (Non zombie AU)
Plot: Working on a summer camp with your best friends was fun. Days by the lake playing water games with the kids, nights by the bonfire telling stories and eating burned marshmallows, evenings in the middle of nature. But, what happens when the door to your bedroom closes? And worse, what happens when you share that room with your long time crush?
Word count: 2664 words
Warnings: suggestive topics, sexual tension between reader and Leon
A/N: Hey! Long time no see. I know all of you will hate me for coming time to time to pop on your timeline but life is going kinda hard LMAO. I've started to write again (something big this time), so hopefully I'll be able to come back little by little and keep feeding you with delusion ⤠It's my first time writing with Leon so I hope you like it ā¤
P. S: Thinking about making a part 2 with smut, what do you think?
The sun hits hard over the camp. The joyful sound of kids chattering in the main dining room could be heard throughout the entire place. Chris, as always, was eating breakfast next to Claire, chatting about the day's activities when you arrived. "Good morning!" Your voice sounded so cheerful and energetic, like you were ready to take on the world with just a cup of coffee in your organism. "Morning." Leon's voice, on the other hand, sounded way too exhausted. You took your seat next to Leon as you did every morning, ready to devour whatever you could find on the table. You noticed Carlos eyeing a couple of papers with a concerned look.
"Everything okay?" You asked, biting a piece of toast. Carlos snapped out of his own world, looking at you and leaving the papers on the table. "Chris had the amazing idea of taking them to the lake to do some water sports." Carlos explained, sliding the papers across the table so you could take a look. The papers had a timetable with tons of activities to do on the lake. Water bikes, water gun competitions, water sliders, kayaks, and snorkels. "Chris, don't you think there are too many for them to complete in a single day?" You asked, looking at him with the same concerned look Carlos had a few moments ago. "They'd better get tired." Leon answered before Chris could. You rolled your eyes at his comment. It was true that dealing with 12-year-old kids could be hard sometimes, especially when they were as energetic as the ones in the camp this year. But you loved their young energy so much that you always tried to match it. Something very opposite from Leon, who tried his best not to sound too grumpy but failed sometimes when the situations got too overwhelming. "We don't need to do all of them, just keep them entertained." Chris said while drinking his coffee.
Leon was the type of guy to be really chill. The type of guy kids would look for when they were tired and wanted to lie down and sunbathe, listening to some crazy stories or the bad jokes he tells. Chris was the type of guy to do all the cool stuff. The type of guy kids would look for when they wanted to have fun while doing crazy sports, steal food from the kitchen at night, or play pranks on the rest of the staff. Carlos was the type of guy who loved board games. The type of guy kids would look for on rainy days when all they could do was stay in the cabins playing those old-fashioned board games. Jill was the type of girl who always cared for the kids' safety. The type of girl kids would look for when they had a problem with a partner or when they got injured. Claire was the type of girl to play music and sang at the top of her lungs. The type of girl kids would look for right after dinner, looking for some party buddy they could have fun with and play karaoke with in the main room. And then there was you, the type of girl to say yes to every single thing kids asked. 'Can we go to the mountain?' 'Yes!' 'Can we stay up all night?' 'Sure! Let me join you!' The type of girl that every kid loved. The type of girl who always lit up everyone's mood.
You had to admit that the owner of the camp did a really good job choosing you all as part of the staff. You really gave variety to the camp, and kids really had tons of chances to find their perfect match. "We should get going to get ready before they finish their breakfast and start messing around." Chris said already picking up his stuff and tidying his table spot. You kept going through the timetable, looking at the groupings and the activities Chris assigned you and Leon. You had mixed feelings when you saw your best friend pair you with your long-time crush. On one hand, you were extremely grateful that he had the consideration to put you together as you begged him to do when you found out Leon was joining the staff as well for this year, but on the other hand, you cursed under your breath. Lately, the tension between you two could be cut with a knife, and it wasn't a bad tension at all. In fact, it was a very good tension, but dangerous to be around kids.
Leon was never too touchy with people... but lately, he was a bit more touchy with you, without even noticing. A small brush of shoulders when you come across each other, his hand resting on yours for a bit longer when he gives you something. It's always something gentle, controlled. But evident for every adult. You, on the other side, try to play pretend. You tend to cross your arms when he stares for too long, play with the hem of your shirt, or tuck a strand of your dark hair behind your ear, even if it's not necessary, never breaking eye contact. When someone makes a joke in the group, his eyes wouldn't look for the person who talked; they would search for yours, waiting to see your reaction. Then, he would only react if you react as well. Sometimes you talk more than expected. Conversations getting longer without a reason, making you both stay at the front door of the staff's cabin until late at night. Leon also started to remember small things like how you like your coffee, what kind of activity you hate to do in the camp, so he offers to do it, what song were you singing a few days ago while doing the dishwashing with Claire. And then, there's the way he looks at you. Those looks don't occur constantly, but they do from time to time. He stares at you a second too long when you're sitting in front of him by the bonfire at night. He stares at you a second too long when you're laughing at something Carlos said. Thinking nobody else is noticing. But everyone does.
You and Leon changed your clothes and got ready to take your group of kids to the lake to go kayaking. "Do you mind?" You asked, handing him a bottle of sunscreen, turning around so he could put some on your back. He took the bottle, a little bit shyer than usual. The cream was cold, making you shiver a little bit under the dollops of sunscreen. "Sorry." He said once he noticed, maybe he should have placed the cream on his hand first and then rubbed it on your back. His touch was gentle, warm, like he was too scared of touching you, just in case you would break like a glass. "You can do it harder, I won't bite." You said, your words coming out of your mouth with a suggestive tone you didn't expect. Leon smirked, putting more strength into his touch as he extended the sunscreen over your shoulders. "My turn." He said, giving you the little bottle and turning around. You smiled, put the sunscreen on your hands, rubbed them together, and then placed them on his back. His shoulders were broad, his muscles tensed up with your touch. His back was covered in small freckles, making you look at it in awe at how cute you thought those little spots looked on him. "Done." You said, slapping a little bit on his shoulder to make him turn around. When he turned around and finally saw your face, he couldn't help but laugh. "You have a white spot on your cheek." He said, pointing at the small spot of cream that remained unwiped. You got closer to him, asking for his help to wipe it. You were close to his face, too close, dangerously close. His blue eyes connected with yours, slightly moving to your lips and back to your eyes. You mirrored his trail, looking at his plump lips as well. 'God, how bad I want to kiss him,' You thought to yourself, once again controlling your urges to do it. āY/N, can I go with the group of Carlos? I don't want to do kayaking." The voice of a girl snapped you both out of the little trance you fell into while admiring each other. "Evie, you know you have to ask Chris." You answered, kneeling down to be a little lower than her eye level. Leon looked at you kneeling in front of him. His mind was going wild, and if he didn't stop it, he would get you both in big trouble. "But Chris won't listen to me." The girl said with a concerned look. "I'll go with you then." You said standing up, grabbing the girl's hand, and disappearing from Leon's view.
The day went by smoothly. The kids were having lots of fun, and so were you. Now, the water of the lake was calm and getting cooler as you and Leon packed everything from your activity before going back to the camp with everyone to prepare for dinner and the bonfire session you did every Friday. You both were silent, but not the uncomfortable one. It was more like the one of enjoying each other's mere presence. "You look happy." Leon said when he heard you humming to your favorite song with a small smile as you packed the kayak paddles all together so it was easier to carry them back. You looked at him with a bigger smile. "It's been a nice day." Your face was illuminated just by the orange sunset in front of you, making it hard to see Leon's expression. "You're always this hype, aren't you?" He said with a shy laugh, admiring how good you looked in the sunset light. "You know?" You said going back to your packing task. "Rose told me today that her parents are getting divorced. She said that this is her happy place." You explained without looking at him. Even if you were not seeing his expression, you knew he had a concerned look. Even though he didn't admit it and he didn't look like the type of guy to grow fond of the kids in the camp, he actually cared a lot about them. "It makes me happy to know we help them feel good in the middle of chaos." You finished, finally looking at him. He was staring at you, but this time his eyes looked different. He looked so fond of you, like you were some kind of goddess and he was a mere servant adoring you. You felt your cheeks burn, avoiding his eye contact, your heart racing with every step closer he was taking. Once again, too close, dangerously close. "Hurry up before the sun sets!" You heard Chris call from a distance. "I think we should get going." You said locking eyes with Leon. He just nooded. But none of you moved for the next few seconds.
An hour later, you were sitting by the fire, sticking marshmallows onto wooden sticks, ready for the kids to grill them on the bonfire. Hopefully, this time, someone won't burn any marshmallows, unlike last week. This time, Leon sat next to you, unlike last week as well. "Got your seat stolen?" You asked with a smirk forming on your lips at his answer. "Nope. If I need a certificate to sit next to you, I can go ask Chris to give me one." He answered, winking at you. He was the death of you. Every time he smiled like that, every time he looked at you like that. You felt your heart skip a beat and your knees get weaker. Everyone was finally sitting around the fire, telling stories, chatting, and eating marshmallows. But there was a question that caught you, and probably Leon, off guard. "Y/N, who's your crush?" One of the kids asked. You let out a loud laugh, guessing someone from the staff would shrug it off and save you. But to your surprise, nobody did. "Well... I don't have one..." You shyly said. You could feel Leon's dark gaze on you, hoping you would say his name or at least look at him. But you didn't. "That's a lie! You like Leon!" Another kid said, obviously aware of the tension rising between you two. Everyone started to chant your names, proclaiming both of you the official couple of the camp. Your cheeks burned even more when you finally looked at Leon and saw him with that faint smirk that drove you crazy drawn on his face, enjoying the situation a little more than you could have ever imagined.
You managed to avert everyone's attention to a completely different topic, but the atmosphere that involved Leon and you was completely different. The looks, the words said, the soft touch of his knee and shoulder against yours, everything felt heavier now. "Time to go to bed." Chris said, dragging a complaint from everyone. Even though all of the kids wanted to stay a little longer by the fire, rules were strict, and if Chris said ātime for bed,' they knew it was really time for bed. "Good night, guys, see you tomorrow!" You said with a huge smile plastered on your face, waving goodbye to the last group of kids who were heading to their cabins after tidying up the bonfire area. "Wait, let me help you with that." Leon said, offering his arms to grab the mountain of blankets you were carrying. "Thanks." You said, giving half of them to the boy. "I've been thinking about something." Leon said, breaking the silence between you two as you walked towards the staff's cabin. "You? Thinking about something? That never ends well." You joked, looking at him with a smile. "Very funny." He answered, slightly nudging his elbow on your side. "Shoot it then, what's going on inside that pretty mind of yours." You said curious, leaving your blankets on the bench at the front door. "What if once the camp is over, we go grab a drink together?" He said out of the blue, leaving the blankets on top of yours as well. "Is that Leon Kennedy asking me on a date?" You joked, not expecting his answer. "I said what if. Not sure yet." He said with a smirk, getting closer again. "What do you mean?" You looked at him, confused, not really understanding where he was trying to get the conversation to. "Back there, you said you don't have any crush, so... What if, right?" He said, breaking the space that separated you both by placing his hand on your cheek. "Well... What if I lied?" You said with a playful tone, a smirk threatening to appear on your lips. "That sounds better." He said, this time looking directly at your lips, not even trying to hide it anymore. It was going to happen, you knew it was. Finally, the moment you've been waiting for so many years has arrived. The moment you could finally get a taste of Leon's lips. You always imagined how it would taste. Something warm at first. Close, intimate, maybe something natural like the sweetness of the marshmallows mixed with the mint scent of the bubble gum he ate right after. Your eyes were closed, waiting for him to take your lips. But he never met your mouth. Instead, he reached for your ear. "What if we didn't do this in the middle of the camp where everyone could see us?" He whispered in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling of his hot breath against your sensitive skin. A bunch of butterflies set free from your stomach at his tentative words. It was going to be a hell fun of a night for sure.
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š thinking about re9!Leon Kennedy threatening to shave his happy trail 18+ Iām insane about him oml
Heās standing at the foot of your queen-sized bed in a pair of boxers, having just gotten out of the shower. āI think I might need to shave this off soon, baby.ā Your head instantly snaps up at his direction, dropping the book you were reading onto the mattress beside you.
You watch in silent horror as he runs his hand over the dark hairs that dust across his chest and down towards that delicious happy trail of his, his brows all pinched together in contemplation, even the thought of him considering it sent you into panic.
āAbsolutely not. No,ā you tell him, shaking your head in vehement protest as you shuffle to the end of the bed on your knees.
His eyes catch yours, and his frown softens into a grin. āLook at it, baby, itās getting out of control down here.ā He huffs in amusement, fingers still grazing over the coarse hairs, heart melting a little at the way your lips purse out into a frowny pout.
āItās sexy, Leon.ā You tell him, brushing his hands away from the sacred trail with a huff. āYouāre not allowed to just shave it all off.ā your fingers now toy with the waistband of his boxers.
He chuckles, cupping your cheeks between his big palms and tilting your head back. āNot allowed? What you gonna stop me?ā
āNo⦠but if you shave it off I-I-ā you pause, wracking your sleepy brain for a suitable punishment, āI wonāt have sex with you until it grows back.ā
āOh, fighting talk, huh? You wouldnāt last a week, babe.ā He replies smugly, knowing for a fact that heās not wrong. You barely survive when he gets pulled away by his ever-demanding job, always relying on those special homemade videos you both made.
You groan in frustration, and he coos down at you, running the pad of his thumb over your pouty lips to try and coax you to smileā but it doesnāt work, you seem genuinely heartbroken, and he would be lying if he said it didnāt amuse him just a little.
āCāmon⦠donāt look at me like that, baby, it needs taming.ā
You donāt answer, but your expression turns determined. You lean forward, looking up at him through your lashes as you press a wet kiss right over the hard ridge of his abs. His fingers slip into your hair, tightening a little at the roots, your name catching in his chest as you drag your tongue back up his firm stomach.
āOh Fuck-ā his voice comes out hoarse, ragged.
āPromise me you wonāt get rid of it.ā You tell him, dragging sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down to his V-line, and when he doesnāt answer right away, you pull back, scowling at him. āPromise me, Leon.ā
āYeah, yeah, I promise⦠Iāll keep it, sāall yours gorgeous.ā He breathes out heavily from above you, dick already hard and twitching to life against the thin fabric of his boxers.
āGood.ā You beam up him happily, tugging the waistband of his boxers down a little further with a lick of your lips.
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AN: is this a safe space to say I love big hairy men and women?
𣲠Dante looks unfairly good while training. Hair messy, sleeves pushed up, sweat running down his neck while he grins like the workout isnāt affecting him at all. Often just gets rid of his shirt for you to see his glistening abs.
𣲠Heās unbearable about push-ups. Counts yours dramatically. Smirks when you glare at him. Then casually does an absurd amount one-handed just to show off. Does a lot while you sit on his back observing his flexing biceps. When you're doing yours and you're about to collapse on the floor he catches you before it happens lifting you up effortlessly.
𣲠He absolutely flirts the entire time. Especially when youāre trying to focus. āCāmon, sweetheart, that all you got?ā "Do one more rep for me, I wanna see it" "You're doing so well, don't stop now, baby."
𣲠He stands behind you to āfix your form.ā Hands on your waist, shoulders, thighs, whatever he claims needs adjusting. Half actually helpful, half excuse to touch you. And you really had problems fixing anything when his mouth was so close to your ear giving you instructions in low, humming tone. If you get flustered, he notices instantly and becomes ten times worse about it.
š£²Dante is ridiculously encouraging underneath the teasing. He notices every improvement. Every extra rep. Every time you push yourself harder, every time your muscles become more visible. And heāll casually praise you in that low voice that makes concentration impossible: āThere you go.ā āKnew you could do it.ā "That's my girl."
š£²He has his favorites gym outfits you wear. He loved those tight ones that showed off your curves, revealed some skin and made his imagination go wild. he often insisted you worked out just in sport bra.
š£²During breaks instead of focusing on your own hydration, your eyes often wandered off to his throat bopping while he greedily gulped from the bottle, water spilling down his chin. After having enough he let's a satisfied huff and makes you drink from his bottle as well.
- Stretching together gets intimate fast. Mostly because Dante has no concept of personal space. One second heās helping you balance, next thing you know heās smirking down at you while your heartās trying to escape your chest. He can't get his eyes off you while you bend down or arch, his hands immediately landing on your curves. He can't help himself from giving your ass a firm smack each time. At times when he helps you stretch a bit past your limits and you let out some involuntarily groan, his mind drifts off to very filthy scenarios.
- He loves wiping sweat off you. Gently from your face, around your temples. Kissing it off from your neck. Even tasting it on your abs, sometimes getting way too carried away absentmindedly babbling something about licking you clean.
- And if you two are alone at gym, whenever he sits on some machines taking a break he pulls you into his lap always ready for a quick make out session between reps
"Dante... five minutes passed, go do your rep".
"Nah, screw it. Let's get back home and do some cardio"
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A/N - binged devil may cry in 2 days and I have another glorious white haired prince. Please lord I need him
Warnings - smut, p in v, dirty talk, degradation, semi-public fucking, fucking in a bathroom
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The bar was loud, smoky, and Dante had been running his mouth all night. Smirking over his drink, dragging his tongue over the rim of his glass like he wasnāt undressing you with his eyes every time you so much as shifted in your seat.
āYou always this mouthy when youāre turned on?ā you snapped, lips slick with gloss, legs crossed like a weapon.
He leaned in close, breath warm with whiskey. āYou always this bratty when you need to be fucked?
Next thing you knew, you were slammed against the bathroom door, his boot kicking it shut behind him. His fingers slipped under your skirt without hesitation, like he already knew what heād findābare and wet for him.
āFuck, youāre soaked,ā he growled against your throat, one hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye. āYouāve been teasing me all damn night.ā
You whined when he pushed your panties aside, two fingers sliding in without mercy. He didnāt slow, not even when you gasped, not even when your knees buckled. He just chuckled, low and filthy, and lifted your leg around his waist.
Then he was inside youāno warning, no gentle build-up. Just raw need, hips slamming into yours, the back of your head bumping against the cracked tile wall with each thrust. āThis what you wanted?ā he hissed. āTo be fucked like a slut in some grimy bar bathroom?ā
You nodded, helpless, nails clawing at the back of his coat. You moaned when he grabbed your throat, just enough to keep your eyes on his. āKeep those eyes open, baby. Wanna see how pretty you look when you come.ā
And you did. Shuddering, biting his shoulder, muffling your cries into his neck while he fucked you through it. He didnāt stop until he was spilling into you with a sharp grunt, holding you there like you belonged to him.
Synopsis . Youāre spending this fall season alone after your ex Satoru went and disappeared on you exactly one year ago around this time. After a long season of mourning, as youāre carving pumpkins and awaiting the nearing holiday, your ex in question returns... begging you to invite him inside for some reason.
Pairing . vampire!gojo x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, loooots of biting, slight corruption, yearning, angst with a happy ending, vampire au, confessions, tinge of fluff, blood sucking, mentions of vampire!geto & hinted vampire!sukuna, begging, rough/make-up sex, a rather feral gojo, satosugu implications, dirty talk, dry humping, needy sex, filth, spitting, heās kinda pathetic, he cries when he cums, canon jjk references (heh), premature ejec, praise (he calls himself a good boy), edging, a series of apologies, breeding kink, creampie, oral sex (f!receiving), an insecure scarjo, orgasm denial, etc. / wc . 11.3k (I dont know wtf possessed me)
A/N: Has anyone watched iwtv? If so lmk if you catch my subtle reference to it in here ;) Banner from: "Infiltration! Agent on Edge." (Kinktober Masterlist.) [MDNI]
"Do vampires need permission to cum inside you?"
That's your Google search of the night as you sit at your kitchen counter, munching away on some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. You've got a pie in the oven and a recently carved pumpkin sitting a few inches away from you with a big ole' smile on its crafted face as you exhaust your free will via asking Google all sorts of questions.
What else were you supposed to do around this time of year to distract yourself from the fact that the love of your life literally disappeared on you exactly one year ago from today?
October was one of your favorite months to spend with Gojo and yet, he was still nowhere to be seen or heard from. The last thing you remember was him telling you he was going to buy some candy to prepare for the upcoming holiday and then... poof!
He never came back and you never heard from him again. Yes, you tried missing person reports and all sorts of things in that nature but, alas, no results.
Which brings you back to now as you sit here asking Google very important questions like, "Do vampires cum to the taste of blood?"
While that does sound like a strange thing to be typing into your search bar, itās Octoberākinktober if youāre on the right side of the internetāthese questions are of utmost importance! Last year, you did a search or two on werewolves and how they workā¦
Reeling back into the present though, your fingers are tapping away at the keys of your laptop, scrolling and clicking on all sorts of links to find your answer. These are the kinds of activities that keep you well distracted from just how lonely youāve found yourself feeling lately.
The rest of your house is cold, lacking the warmth of another body, quiet in a way thatād make some people lose their minds, and almost eerily still in some parts. There are rooms you havenāt been inside of in months since those are the rooms Gojo used to frequent most often and you fear that if you walk inside them, the ghost of his charming and brightening presence would still be lingering.
Even sleeping in your bed is hard without him sometimes. Itās the same bed the two of you used to share, after all. The same bed heās comforted you in with those big arms you swear you could still feel wrapped around you to this day. Everything about Gojo just⦠lingers around your house.
Sometimes you think you can still smell his cologne in the fabrics of just about everything, which is why you took it upon yourself to bake like crazy on nights like thisāhoping that the scent of fresh cookies and pies would flush his scent out of your nose for good.
That only ever worked for so long though. As soon as everything got cold, youād walk past the chair heād claimed as his own and feel like you were literally passing his ghost again. You didnāt even know if he was dead and yet it felt like it.
You tried to get over it via distractions like tonight butālike everything elseāthat never lasted long, if even at all. He was always dancing around in the back of your mind. Youād even find yourself glancing over to your front door, hoping that one day heād just appear. It was a pipe dream for you at this point, considering heās been gone a whole year now.
The two of you had even been on the road to getting engaged. You unfortunately found that out when you were cleaning out your previously shared bedroom and stumbled upon a ring he oh-so-poorly hid beneath the bed in some box he thought youād never get to. Now that? Oh, you were a mess when you found that ring.
It was by far the prettiest piece of jewelry youād ever seen in your life. So pretty that you have it displayed on your nightstand now as some kind of ghastly reminder of what your life could have been if Gojo hadnāt gone missing.
Sometimes you wonder if he ran off with that best friend of his⦠Yāknow, the one who you only saw at night and always seemed a little too close to your boyfriend? After all, it's not like you could locate him after Gojoās disappearance either. Maybe theyād run off together.
That was one of the last things you told yourself before really trying to move on. Now your home was more of a mere house than a place of comfort. Every day felt like something was missing and you knew what it was but you continued to distract yourself. Gojo wasnāt coming back and you knew that.
Or at least, you thought you did.
āā
About thirty minutes into your very intense Google searching, your oven chimes with a soft ding! that captures your attention, letting you know your pie is done.Ā
You slip out of your chair and pace over to the appliance, soon opening it and taking your freshly baked delicacy out with oven mittened hands. The warmth seeps past the fabric against your palms before you place the desert onto your counter and something deep in your heart twinges at it.
Satoru loved sweets.
You hated that your only distraction from thinking about him did nothing but pound the memory of him right back into your mind. Sometimes, when your longing gets really badālike now, for exampleāyou could feel his presence against you.
The way his hands used to trail around your waist, squeezing whatever skin he could before hugging you from behind, and then muttering into your neck about how much he loved you was a burning memory for you. Followed by this was always him tipping your chin up and then pulling your face back to kiss you. The way heād always smile against your lips still lingers to this day.
Itās been a year and yet all it took was taking one measly pie out of the oven for the tears to start welling up again. You should be over him now, truly. Yeah, you two were together for years but⦠you have to move on at some point, right?
The task seems impossible though. Youāve tried going on dates and meeting other people but none of them were him. No one talked to you like he did, teased you like he used to, barked out bright laughter and a series of giggles thatād fill up a room just as he did, andāmost importantlyāno one loved you like he did.
No one could love you the way Gojo did. It was impossible when he was the kinda man whoād give his life up if it meant saving you.
In came the waterworks as your own brain fucked you over. You snatched those mittens off your hands and flung them to the other side of the counter, your body leaning against its edge as droplets of sadness coated the clean surface below.
Just as quickly as youād wipe them away, they came rushing back twice as hardājust like the fragments of your time with him did.
Your sobs end with you bunched up on the floor a few minutes later, hugging your knees tightly as your back pressed against one of your lower kitchen cabinets. The worst thing about Gojoās disappearance was the fact that you didnāt know what happened to him.
You didnāt know if he was kidnapped, ran away, or even dead somewhere⦠Which left a burning hole of unknown in your heart that ached so thrummingly itād make your chest cave in and leave you numb with a sense of nothingness.
Simply āmissingā him was a severe understatement in regards to how you truly felt. His life had been far too entangled with what was once your own that without him, a necessary part of your very being was violently ripped away from you.
Silly Google searches kept your mind at bay for what, an hour or two? Then it was right back to the depressive air thatād made home in the space around your body.
Now you sit alone on your kitchen floor, craving the presence of someone whoād vanished out of your life.Ā
At every waking hour of the day, everything reminded you of that man. Working, trips to the grocery store, the rare outings with your friendsāwho found it difficult to spend time with you these days since you were too wrapped in your mourningāand even simple things like watching movies or going on walks.
The distant sound of pattering rain could be heard against the windows of your home and that only fueled the mood swirling about the air. That, and it also leaves you to think about how Gojo would always make light of situations like this.
Heād tell you how beautiful the rain outside was and make you appreciate natureās natural occurrences more than you ever would on your own. You specifically remember how both of you got each other sick because youād stupidly run outside in the rain and goofed around together like two love-sick fools.
The following week after may have been filled with nasally sniffles and hoarse coughs but, you mostly remember the cuddles and the warmth that came with taking care of one another.
For the nth time in your life, you miss times like that so dearly.
It takes you a while to push yourself up from the floor and the only real reason you got up was because youād heard a knock on your front door. You dragged yourself over to it and when you unlocked the door and pried it open slowly, you were met with nothing.
Nothing stood in front of you aside from increasing rain and distant thunder. Your eyes survey your front porch before you step out only halfway to make sure you havenāt received a late-night package or anything of the sort.
When you continue to find nothing there for you, a sigh fogs past your lips and then you enter your home again with a soft shut of your door.
You steadily return to your seat, the scent of baked goods still dotting your houseās atmosphere. The rain outside gradually grows heavier and heavier as the minutes drag on, the sound of agitated water beating against your windowpanes in unrhythmic waves.Ā
The little candle youāve got sitting inside your happily carved pumpkin glows and flickers its light faintly against your mostly clear kitchen counterāits softness a complete contrast to the way you were feeling now. While you lug your laptop closer, trying to dive back into those absurd searches, you end up making your way to Reddit and skimming over vampire biology.Ā
It was kinda funny how you could go from balling your eyes out one moment and then reading shit about vampiric ejaculation the next. But you suppose thatās how a lot of your days have been; sobs one second and something to distract you the next.
Your mouse whirs around your screen for a moment before you hear a clean, gentle set of knocks against your front door again. This time you freeze, barely turning back to stare at the door. It wasnāt as hesitant or faint as the first few knocks had been but, perhaps you were too tangled in your sadness to realize the first time.
It takes you a minute to move. Your mind is still a mess but, you wonder if itās one of your neighbors' kids messing with you again. After all, ever since Gojo disappeared, the kids whoād grown quite fond of him beforehand do try their best to stop by and check on you. Thereād been nights like this all throughout October as well where theyād knock on your door and then run off as soon as you opened it.
You knew they meant no harm by it so it never angered you. Hell, this time they were probably trying to get some early Halloween candyā¦
Chuckling wearily, you rise from your chairāpulse thumping in your fingertips all weirdly from the flush of mixed emotions swirling around inside youāand make your way to the door. Due to your slow walking, thereās another set of knocking and you sense the impatience oozing off of whoever stood outside, as if they knew you were stalling or somethingā¦
You press on your best, fake smile, expecting three kidsāYuji, Nobora, and Megumiāto be standing on the other side of the door eager for some sweets. You had plenty of pie and cookies to share anyway so, them stopping by unexpectedly like this wouldnāt be so bad.
Hand on the doorknob, twisting and steadily pulling it open with your eyes fixated downward, āYou guys know Halloween isnāt for another two weeks,ā You start off playfully, noticing only one pair of feet below before you begin to crane your gaze upwards, āR-Rightā¦?ā Your voice dies out in your throat and the world feels as though it stops.
Your footing shifts back against the floor and your hand leaves the doorknob to come up over your mouth and conceal the gasp thatās stolen from your lungs.
There he was.
Standing soaking wet on your porch as if heād only been gone a day or two instead of a year, hair a shaggier shade of white from the raināmoist strands clinging to his foreheadāand face a soft-set expression of somber. Those familiar blue eyes you only ever knew as sparkling and radiant seemed wracked with guilt and shadows of regret.Ā
Everything had felt so still in the moment. You couldnāt think, couldnāt breathe as you gaped all wide-eyed and unmoving at who-, or rather, what stood in front of you. You couldnāt believe what you were seeing.
Surely someone was playing a trick on you. Perhaps some really fucked-up prank?Ā
āS.. Satoruā¦?ā His name, unuttered from your lips for oh so long prior to this moment, comes out as a cracked whine of syllables.
Your gaze doesnāt miss a beat, catching the way his throat adjusts to swallow something down, the same jaw youād traced your fingertips over in the past now taut with tension. Then his lips part and a soft, āHey,ā works out of him, voice a tinge unlike the tone you remember fondly.
The single word has something inside your chest clenching.
Your top lashes are meeting your bottom ones with quick, uncontrollable flutters as your vision begins to blur all over again, this time too much to fight off. āYou-,ā Words choke in your throat and your head is shaking, āHow are-, I thought you wereā¦ā
Making up for the words you canāt seem to say just yet, he creeps forward, just a little. āI know,ā Gojo whispers tenderly, hand twitching at his sides to reach out for you. āI know, sweetheart. Iāā
āD-Donāt call me that,ā Everything was trembling; your voice, your hands, hell, even the clouds seemed to shudder with tears just as you were. Those words stung him just as much as they left your tongue with a harsh sting of reality.
That raw grief and anger that youāve been harboring for months is consuming you entirely now, spilling into your words, āYou disappeared!ā Youāre shouting, voice echoing out into the rainy night air. āNo calls, no texts, no⦠no anything. Do you have any idea what that did to me? I thought-,ā You catch yourself holding back on saying it for a moment but your sentiments get the better of you shortly after, āI thought you were fucking dead!ā
Sarcasm presses against his lips as they distantly twitch, the gesture so faint you almost miss it. Even unspoken, you knew Gojo wanted to say how it was obvious he wasnāt dead seeing as heās standing right in front of you, alive and well. You understood him better than he understood himself sometimesāeven after a whole yearāso what was unsaid still clung to your ears.
He steps forward again and you inch back, the heavy droplets of rain from his body wetting up your porch as he moves. Itās then that you notice how pale he is. Your porch lights catch him just right and your head tilts a bit, noticing the lack of warmth in his skin tone that felt⦠completely void of light or⦠as if the moon engraved itself into his very flesh.
And his eyesāhaving been darkened from just a few seconds agoānow seem to glint with something deeper and almost uncanny with a crystalline blue that shimmers beneath his white lashes.
Shaking off your overanalyzation of the man, you tell yourself it was nothing more than your grief playing tricks on your mind and making you see things that werenāt really there.
Your eyes were telling you that this was the same man you lovedāGojo Satoruābut somewhere deep in your tethered soul, you knew otherwise. A hallowed shell of the man you once knew couldnāt be standing before you or anything crazy like that, right?
That sounded ridiculous but even with a few words exchanged, something felt off.
āI-I know,ā Gojo murmurs finally, gaze drooping down to the floor. Even angsty and wet, his tall frame still managed to tower over your very being in a way that was once endearing but now felt haunting. āAnd Iām sorry,ā He continued slowly.
It was all so sooo sluggish. Every word dragged away from his mouth as if he were stretching each second out to make the rekindling moment with you last longer than it actually was.
He stumbles a bit closer and this time you donāt move back. Then his hand comes up to the frame of your door as his lanky body leans against it and his head flips up, hair flicking water all over the place before slicking back all messily. Then he weighs his head to the side in a way that has you⦠mesmerized?
Voice lowering into something coiled with desire, āJust⦠let me in, and Iāll explain everything,ā He promises. Though, thereās a twang inside you thatās telling you not to make things that easy for himānot after the year of heartbreak you just endured.
Your brows pinch together, āWhat? Do you know how torturous this past year has been for me? How⦠How painful? A-And you think Iām just gonna let you waltz back into my house after a single apology and acknowledgement of your own faults?ā You scoff, arms crossing under your chest and eyes rolling elsewhere. āFuck that, and fuck you. I want an explanation now.ā
A brief smile flickers over his unfairly angelic features, āYou mean our house, right?ā He asks half-jokingly, as if now was the time for such a thing. You could tell your claim over a home that you two once shared struck a nerve, seeing as heād breezed over everything you just said for a second. Gojoās forehead rests against the back of his hand a bit, āIāll give you an explanation and more if you just let me in. Cāmon baby, I.. Iām cold.ā He says carefully.
Your tears have sunken into your skin by now, halfway dried up and replaced with heated frustration. āSo was I for the past twelve months,ā You spat, āYāknow, seeing as you abandoned me. If you want to come inside so badly, justāā
āDo you want me to beg?ā He interrupts to offer, not waiting for a response. You stand there and watch the way his body gradually lowers and he slides down to his knees, now staring up at you with a gorgeous apologetic look in his eyes. All puppy-like and doleful, his gaze never leaves yours, āPlease, let me in, sweetheart. Hah, I canāt explain everything while māout here, itās too coldāIāll freeze to death.ā
It was weirdly comforting to hear he still had his dramatic sense of humor despite ghosting you for a yearā¦
Rolling your eyes again, āGojoāā
He suddenly utters your name, all longingly like a prayer on his tongue. Then you feel a connection somewhere below, looking down to see heās managed to pinch a fraction of your sweatpants in between his long fingers. āPlease? I want to explain, I really do, but youāve gotta let me inside first,ā He insists with a slight tug.
You stumble forward, your body exiting the warmth of your home as you stand an inch past your doorframe. And before you could argue or send any more curses his way, heās wrapping his arms around your legs and nuzzling his face into your thighs.
āI missed you,ā Gojo has the nerve to utter so lovingly that it has your mind raging wars again. After which you feel his nailsāthat seem as though they havenāt been clipped in foreverāslightly sinking into the back of your thighs to hold you closer to him. āPlease let me come in,ā He repeats like a broken record before looking up at you again, cheek mushed against your leg, āLet me come home.ā
The way he says that almost makes you want to burst into another fit of tears but you donāt. You inhale sharply and steel your emotions before glancing off with glossy eyes.
Muttering something you hopefully wonāt regret, āF-Fine.ā
At the end of the day, he was the love of your life. You couldnāt deny him no matter how much you lied to yourself.
āSay it,ā His tone is harsh like some sort of command and it makes you flinch slightly.
Youāre confused but, you sigh anyway, āYou⦠You can come inside, Gojo.ā
Youād think your recent search history wouldāve given you some insight as to why that may not have been the best ideaā¦.
āā
After a slight groan exited his throat, you could barely register what was happening before he tightened his hold on you and then stood up, throwing your body over his shoulder as if you were weightless.
Itās not like Gojo couldnāt do such a thing beforeāhe used to pick you up all the timeābut something about this was a little too seamless. It was rather supernatural the way your body hauled up over his shoulder as he walked into the house and then kicked the door shut behind him with a slight slam.
Not that you questioned that either.
You were far too busy carousing in the fact that Gojo, your ex, had just walked into your house again. It felt different, especially with a million questions unanswered. But, something in you was on the path toward healing.
Gojoās damp clothes brush against your skin and begin to wet you up slightly in the process of carrying you. Every step he takes only drips rainwater onto your floors and although you probably should, you donāt find room in your mind to care. His breathing is scarily quiet and evened, like having your weight on his shoulder truly did nothing to his body.
By the time he reaches your kitchen, the lingering thick scent of your pie hits his nostrils and brings that domestic comfort back into his body. The way he set you down on the counter and settles his body in between your legs to stand close and meet eyes with you is painfully familiar. Youād been in this position with the man thousands of times before, all for different reasons but always eye to eye with him no matter.
Gojoās palms rest against the cool of the counter outside your thighs, keeping you caged by his imminent frame. Heās close, too close. You notice the way his eyes are searching your face as if to recommit every detail to memory whilst he struggles for where to begin.
āGojo,ā You hum, voice wavering with more exhaustion than fear or concern. āI didnāt let you in just to stare at me. Start talkingāā
āFirst off,ā Your ex cuts off rudely, eyes boring into yours hungrily. āDonāt treat me like a stranger. You know me. Say my name.ā He commands.
You blink at him as the audacity of his words leaves your jaw tense. Scoffing in his face, āYouāve been gone for a year. Get over yourself. Iāll call you whatever the hell I want.ā
He jeers under his breath, plush lips twisting up slightly in the same way you remember it to before an argumentāsomething of which was pretty rare between you two, āYeah? So thatās the game weāre playing here? Youāre gonna sit here and pretend to be mad at me?ā
A humorless laugh escapes you, āYou really donāt think Iām mad at you?ā You question rhetorically with a slight cock of your brow, āYou were gone for a year, Gojo. A year.ā
āAnd I said Iām sorry for that.ā He replies blankly.
You couldn't believe his audacity, acting as if you owed him forgiveness. āYeah, because that makes up for itāā
āOkay, okay, listen,ā He sighs interruptingly, shoulders sagging, āI got into some⦠stuff.ā
You hated how vague he was being, your brows knitting together and your voice pointed, āWhat kinda āstuffā? Donāt beat around the bush, just tell me.ā
āItās uh,ā His hand lifts from the counter and meets the back of his neck to scratch, āItās kinda hard to do thatā¦ā
This was driving you insane-, he was driving you insane. Gone for a year just to come back and do nothing but confuse you even more? The number of scoffs thatād left your lips by this point was almost concerning, yet expected. āWhy?ā You ask him, hoping heāll stop dragging this out.
Unfortunately for you, Gojo canāt even help himself. His pupils travel your faceāso full of hurt and perplexityāand he carefully takes in your every shift in expression. Heād watched your face change from sadness to anger, and now confusion in only a matter of ten to twenty minutes. And to top it all off? His body was betraying him.
He was anything but focused on the conversation at hand, his gaze dipping down to your neck and then your collarbone area. Fuck, his mouth was salivating before he could control it. Then his ears were thrumming, the sound of your blood flowing beneath your soft flesh ringing throughout his senses and dazing his brain.Ā
Almost possessed, āIām a bit distractedā¦.ā He tells you in a voice so light you almost miss it, like he hadnāt meant to say that aloud.
You narrow your eyes, āBy what?ā
Gojo leans down suddenly, so close that his breath ghosts your skin. His nose grazes your neck and your pulse stutters. āYour⦠scent,ā He mutters, almost moaning the word. His voice is a pitch lower now, breathier, and you feel the heat of it sliding down your skin along with the drips of water from his body.
Your hands shoot up to his chest, the wet fabric cold beneath your palms, ready to push him awayābut he doesnāt stop. You cling to his soaked shirt, a familiar care flashing in your mind as you consider escorting him back to the bedroom you used to share so he could change out of these rain-filled fabrics and avoid sickness.
Despite the cold water coating his body, his breath is warm against your neck while something starved rumbles at the center of his throat, āFuck, I uhāhahh⦠I canāt really think about anything elseā¦ā He mumbles randomly before adding a faint, āGod, youāre dizzyingā¦ā
You blink, āW-What? Gojo, whatās wrong with yāā
āSay my fucking name,ā He grunts, voice pleading and raw all of a sudden. Then a whine laces in, and his teeth are sharpening, āPlease?ā
You hesitate. His back and forth between something commanding and something utterly desperate was gonna give you a headache sooner or later. āā¦Satoru,ā His first name on your tongue has him purring like a stray cat before you thread your fingers into his wet hair and then force him to meet your gaze. The moment your eyes lock with one another, you flinch. The azure in his gaze were so unfocused and glassy, completely drunken with something you couldn't quite put your finger on. āAre you okay??ā You finally ask.
He shakes his head no indistinctly, lips pulling into a soft pout, āMāthirsty, sweetheart. So goddamn thirstyā¦ā
You blink, confused, and then snort with a half-smile forcing itself onto your features at his bizarre acts, āD-Do you want some water?ā
Your voice was making his body throb. Every part of your lips and subtle adjustment of your figure only amplified the sound of your blood running beneath your veins and he felt like he was seconds away from either passing out or doing something heād regret for the rest of his immortal life.
An actual whine threads out of his lips this time, completely broken as his eyelids seal shut like heās in pain, āShiiit, I shouldnātāve come here yetā¦ā
Colored completely confused, you just stare. You hardly know what to say, much less what to do now, āSatoru, can you please tell me whatās going on withāā
āFor fuckās sake,ā He snaps abruptly, and when his eyes open again, theyāre impossibly hued with an inhumane glint, āIām a vampire,ā He finally, finally admits to you, āIāve been gone for a year because I was turned, and if I immediately came back to you, I wouldāve accidentally killed you trying to quench my insatiable thirst.ā
His explanation hits you like a truck, leaving you frozen.
Your ex-boyfriendās a vampire now? And heās standing right in front of you after a year of avoiding you because he didnāt want to kill you?
Wait, more importantlyā¦
You let him into your house not knowing this?Ā
So much for all that researchā¦
The air between you both is thickened all over again and his voice breaks out along with him slipping away from your hold on his hair, face sliding back down toward your neck again, āGod, thatās so shitty of me, isnāt it?ā Gojo whispers tenderly. āLeavinā for a year and then coming back with that as an explanationā¦ā
As he speaks, his head steadily angles against your neck and you find yourself instinctively making room for him. Your fingers still run through his hair like second nature and you notice how, despite him being quite soaked, there isnāt a single shiver exuding from his body.
Perhaps he wasnāt lying. He really was a vampire.
āYou probably hate me now,ā Heās murmuring still, lips on your skin now. Then they part and you feel his teeth graze you for half a second before he grunts and shuts his mouth. āā¦Shit, I-Iām sorry.ā Even as his apology exits him, you feel his hands slide up so that his fingers could curl against your waistāclaws digging into you.
To which you flinch and shoot a hand down to his wrist, āFuck, Satoru, that hurts..ā You wince softly.
He frowns at your neck, āMāsorry..ā Then the other hand youāve got in his hair grips tighter before you yank his head away from your neck. Gojo moans shamelessly at your aggressiveness and his eyes are low with the desire to please coating them. āW-Wait, wait,ā He huffs, as if drawing him away from your neck would very well kill him any moment now. āI just⦠I need a taste, sweetheart.ā
Youāre staring at him blankly but something faint in your expression twitches. You were never good at refusing Gojoās begging. That was always your weakness. Even more now that he looks as though heād drop dead if he didnāt get some sort of nutrients on his tongue.
As you finally consider your recent research, you do know a bit more about vampires now than you did a couple hours ago. You know itās difficult for them to communicate when their thirst is clawing at their insides and driving them insane. With that in mind, you couldnāt possibly expect to have a proper conversation with Gojo when heās like this.
So, your grip on his hair finally loosens and you sigh, āOkay⦠What do you want me to do?ā
His pupils dilate as your words hit his ears and thereās a twitch from his cock already. You were so perfect, just as perfect as he remembered you to be.
Treating this situation like a delicacy wrapped in some sort of blessing, Gojoās careful with the way he draws his hands up and takes your face into his palms. He then leans forward and you blink as his lips touch your foreheadāa motion of silent thanks before he redirects his touch to your waist and drags your body closer to the counterās edge.
Your legs are nearly wrapped around him now but neither of you seems to care too much. Gojo hears the bumping of your heart growing faster as the distance lessens and the sound only makes his teeth ache to bare fangs. Thereās a noise simpering somewhere deep in his throat but you canāt really make it out and youāre too distracted by how he makes his way to your neck.
Gracefully, he lifts a finger to your chin to tip it up and then angles it off so he has room. The chill thatās induced from his breath on your tense skin is prominent. He hasnāt even answered your question verbally and yet you felt beyond nervous.
He should be able to quench his thirst without harming you, right? He wouldnāt drain you completely, would he? What if it hurts too much? What ifā
āI can hear your thoughts, you know,ā Gojo says all of a sudden, the words felt at your neck. āIād never ask to do something like this if I didnāt know what I was doing.ā
You gulp. āā¦You can hear my thoughts?ā
āEvery last one is like a dreamt sonnet to my mind,ā He voices thickly before wrapping his arms around you as if to keep your nerve-racked body steady against him. Then his tongue darts out and he laps over the area he plans to sink his sharpening fangs into, āNo matter how insignificant⦠or remarkable, I cling to every word in that pretty head of yours.ā
Before you can comment on his rather poetic way of saying he now possesses some type of telepathic ability, the warm spread of his lips followed by something honed is grazing your flesh. Your hands have found his shirt to clutch onto and that grasp grows tighter.
Gojo lets the two tips of his fangs prick your skin before he whispers, āThis will only hurt for a moment, then you will feel pleasure. I promise.ā
Your brows furrow. Pleasure? From getting blood sucked out of you? That doesnāt even sound righā
His teeth pierce through your neck before you could even finish that thought of yours. Your eyes widen and you yelp out in pain whilst his hands soothe over your waist with gently rubbing thumbs as if to coax you through it.Ā
The pain is rivaling something excruciating but because itās him, because itās someone you still believe to be the love of your life, itās a sensation you can almost ignore. Not completely, of course. You could still feel the very structure of his fangs lodged past the layer of flesh on your neck so that blood could pour out past them and travel to his taste buds. The initial bite has you holding onto Gojo for dear life and you swear it lasts forever.
Then those fangs retract and you feel his mouth cup the area, a slosh of blood and saliva coating that part of your neck before his tongue laps out at you. The skin there is tender given the wound heād just created but a strange noise slips out of you the moment he begins to suck.
Itās an eccentric sensation to feel someone suckling your blood into their mouth. The feeling can hardly be described at first outside of something strictly painful. But, just as heād told you, pleasure soon follows like the calm after a wild storm. Perhaps it was because of how his tongue navigated around the open wound as if heād mapped the region out time and time again.
And hey, technically speaking, he had mapped that area out thousands of times before this. Yāknow, back when he was a humanā¦
Reeling back into this moment, Gojo takes a while to quench his thirst and through every second you could feel your body responding in ways you werenāt quite expecting. You didnāt even realize you were coddling his head closer to your neck and where he was sucking until he groaned at the way your nails faintly scraped his scalp.
He tries to pull away for a moment to breathe but each time he does, a slim stream of your blood begins to trickle down and threatens to stain your shirt. To which heād dive back in and lick the sweet flavor back onto his tongue.
When he was a freshly-turned vampire, heād been told how the blood of a lover is sweeter than anything else on this earth and yet, he never quite expected it to be like this. āMmnh,ā Gojo moans unintentionally against you.
Every time he thought he was done, he just went right back in for more, beyond addicted to the thick liquid gushing out onto his tongue. The vampire only ever knew of one other thing to be sweeter than this.
But he hadnāt quite made his way down to that yetā¦
You think heās satisfied his thirst at some point but youāre quickly distracted when you feel his lips traveling up, bloodied kisses decorating the side of your neck as he peppers them into your skin. One of his hands dives into his pocketāas if prepared for thisāand he quickly pulls out a bandaid for the wound. Your grip on his hair steadily loosens and you shouldāve said something about how he started kissing you as if he earned the right to do so but, instead your head is tipping back as he makes his way to your jaw.
The bandaid he pulled out is pressed over your open wound and his hands then find the thick of your hips so he can force your body to be completely flush with his. Right then, you gasp out into the air with the way his cock is felt poking up against your clothed cunt. There are multiple layers in between the two of you but that matters little with the way he starts marking your neck with dark love bites and grinding up against you.
Gojo solely plucks away from your throat for one thing and one thing only.
As his head flies up and your eyes meet his, neither of you spares the other a word nor do you think before youāre doing whatās so severely natural. You know you shouldnāt be giving into him this easily, you know you should still be yelling at him about how hurt you are but when his lips are slotting onto yours and his tongue is transferring the taste of your blood into your mouthāyou canāt fathom a single thought outside of this moment.
Your face twists up at the metallic taste and he catches it, biting back a smile at your rather endearing reaction before pulling awayājust barelyāand clasping your chin in between his fingers to whisper, āItās not as sweet for you, is it?ā He whispers. You shake your head in response and he hums, āFigured⦠Thereās an easy fix for that though, just spit in my mouth,ā He breathes out suddenly.
Almost instantly, youāre taken out of whatever trance youād just been stuck in and blink, āW-What?ā
Gojo smiles faintly before letting his tongue lull out, āCleanse me, sweetheart.ā
As if possessed, you hardly know why you do just as heās asked and let a thick droplet of your saliva coat his blood-stained tongue within the next second. Then you watch the way he swirls his tongue around in his mouth, as if the liquid from your mouth truly absolved the taste of your blood and replaced it with something even sweeter.
Not many seconds after that pass before your lips are colliding against one another again and your bodies are moving in unisonāphysically proving the deep and utterly natural craving you both harbored for one another. Everything is sensual and desperate. Itās a wet ān messy glide of need through the act of making out that collides oh so heavily. Gojoās now clinging onto your hips again as if he were afraid heād be snatched away from you again, his body unable to avoid creating more friction just to earn those pretty whines heād missed so much.
And the moment you start moaning as if you missed him just as much as he missed you?Ā
Oh, he canāt even control his own body before heās scooping you back up into his arms and carrying you off into the living room, tossing you down gently on the couch. You try to gasp but he doesnāt even give you time to do that, his lips are crashing down into yours again and this time heās got your thigh against his palm and is tugging your leg up to rest at his hip while he grinds down into you achingly.
āS-Satoru,ā Youāre attempting to pull him back into reality and remind him that youāre not his girlfriend anymore and that he still has a shit ton of explaining to do!
Groaning to let you know he heard that, āSāthat so? Youāre not my girlfriend anymore?ā Gojo mumbles against your mouth, tongue still darting out to swipe over your bottom lip.
Your eyes are half-lidded and your body is hot all over, even with his wet clothing mashing against you and soaking you up. āItās been a year,ā You huff, āYou canāt just show up at my houseāā
āOur,ā He corrects testingly yet again.
Rolling your eyes, āWhatever, our house, suck my blood, and then try to fuck me like you havenāt been gone,ā You scold seriously with your hands at his chest, pushing his body up to create some sort of distance. āI donāt even know what happened to you yet-, or, how you became a vampire...ā
āAnd yet you let me kiss you,ā He points out. āWe can get into the details later, sweets. Right now all I wanna do isāā
āYou donāt get to leave me emotionally wrecked for a year and then come back into my life trying to fix it with your dick,ā You say with finality.
That seems to strike the right nerve.
āTch, fine,ā He moves his hands to the bottom of his shirt and slowly lifts it up all slut-like to reveal his marred body, one thick painful-looking scar stretching out across his abdomen as if his body had once been split in half or something like that. āSāThis what you want, huh?ā He asks meanly, as if he was trying to hide the shame he felt from his tethered body beneath anger, āWant me to tell you how some seven foot, four-armed freak ripped me to shreds? How it was Suguruāwho I know you never likedāthat found me at the last inch of my life and then saved me?ā
Your gaze trails down his figure and even though itās clear by the aggression in his outburst that heās ashamed of what heās showing you, you canāt help but gawk at the man presented to you. Even with nasty battle scars all over his skin you still found him as attractive as everāif not more so now than you did before.
You gulp and let out a soft scoff, āJesus, Satoruā¦ā
Then he flings his shirt across the room and his palms relax against the couch at the sides of your head, caging you under him, āIs that what you wanted to hear? Does that satisfy you?ā Gojo asks in a voice threading onto something broken, āOr⦠do you also need to hear how I only stayed away for a year because I was too much of a coward to come back to you like this?ā
When you finally meet eyes with him again, you notice his are coated with tears and the sight immediately makes your heart lurch in your chest as your expression falters. You couldnāt bear to see the love of your life looking at you as if he was wrapped in a disgusting cloud of something shameful and hideous. Gojo Satoru, of all people, looming over you now with a look on his face that said he was abashed to show himself to you like this.
Your hands instinctively shoot up to his face, cupping his cheeks into your palms and pulling him closer to you so that your thumbs could wipe his lower lashline where the fluid had welt up. It wasnāt water, no. It was yet another reminder that the man before you was no longer human as a reddened liquid pricked the corners of his eyes.
And yet, despite it all, he was still as beautiful as an angel before you.
The thought fluttering around in your head makes his lips twitch up into a saddened smile, āYou canāt⦠You canāt yell at me, think such pretty things about me, and then expect me not to crave you the way I do.ā He mutters.
Still wiping his bloody tears away, āAnd you canāt come home to me acting as though I wouldnāt have accepted you exactly as you are. Iām not mad that youāre a vampire, Satoruāyou know that. Iām upset because you left me to think you were dead. I mourned you.ā
āI know,ā He whispers for the nth time, turning his face into your palm and kissing it delicately, āI know, Iām sorry. Iām unsure how many different ways I can say that but I mean it, Iām sorry I didnāt tell you anything.ā Gojo expresses in that breathy voice of his. Then his gaze trails elsewhere, āI tried to, honestly. The first thing I wanted to do when I was turned was run back to you but⦠if Iād done that, I couldāve accidentally killed you. I had new powers I couldnāt control a-and⦠I canāt even begin to imagine a life without you, sweetheart. I only exist where you do.ā
Your heart aches and his words are starting to feel like a cursed apology, āIā¦ā
His hands come to your wrists for a second before he pulls his face out of your hold and leans all the way up.Ā
In his mind, heās cursing at himself for not coming home sooner. Heās been in control of his powers for months. Hell, heās even been lingering outside the house on multiple occasions. All those times you felt as though his ghost was haunting you? He was actually there, somewhere off in the distance connecting with you via silent entries on your mind.
āIf this is too much,ā Gojo begins whilst looking off to the front door. He was going to do it again, run away and avoid facing you as he is. āI can leave. If you canāt handle or accept all this now then just say the word and Iāllāā
You cut him off sharply, your voice trembling through gritted teeth, and a hand of yours coming up to tug him back down to you, āSatoru, if you ever leave me again, Iāll drag you out into the sunlight and let your ashes decorate our lawn.ā
āWell, shit⦠t-thatās a bit of an oxymoron, donāt you think?ā He chuckles nervously in response. When he notices you find humor in that too, and your lips twitch to fight off a smile, his head tilts dotingly, āDid you miss me that much, sweetheart?ā
You glare at him, āYou can read my mind, you know the answer to that already.ā
In reaction, Gojo eases his way down to you again and his mouth ghosts yours, āDoes this mean I can kiss you again?ā
āJust once more,ā You lie so obviously through the same lips that are meeting him within the next second.
This time the connection is softened with all the desperation of two people whoāve been starving for a year. His body is slow to sandwich down against yours again and itās as though the depressive weight on your shoulder was finally lifted again.
Gojoās lips are tentative and loving now as opposed to the messy, desperate movements from before. His grunts are lighter at his throat and your tongues dance in and out of one anotherās mouths in a familiar rhythm. You were finally feeling whole again.
Your other half had returned to you and although he was different and although the two of you should probably be taking this a lot slower than you were, one year without any sort of stimulation mixed with grief really does something to the human body.
You donāt even know when your legs wrapped around Gojoās waist or when he started grinding his hard cock down against your clothed cunt again but you do know it feels better now than it did a few minutes ago. Perhaps itās because most of the tears and heartfelt confessions were out of the way.
Or, maybe it was because the movement of his body against yours was something you accepted now.
Not that this means you wonāt tease him in between kisses to cover up the worked-up noises at your throat. āI still hate you, yāknow,ā Youād whisper, though Gojo heard the baselessness in your words.
āYeah?ā He snickers, smiling softly against your lips before the shape of his cock pressed right up between your steadily drooling folds and slicked panties, āWant me to suck your clit as an apology next?ā He offers.
You gasp at his crudeness, āSatoru!ā
To which he only grins and tilts his head a little, eyes low on yours, āYouāre laughing but māseriousā¦ā
āIām not letting you fuck me that easilyā¦ā Your hand readjusts across his chest and you push him away enough to look down at his scars again, āYou just got back.ā
Gojo groans and lets his eyes roll at your claims, āAnd weāve so much lost time to make up for.ā He protests, hand coming up over yours as he whorishly guides it down his chest, āPlus⦠Iām a lot stronger now.ā
You cock a brow as your gaze flicks back and forth between the sharp abs against your palm and his gradually blushing expression, āSo?ā
A snarky grin spreads out across his rose tinted lips, āDonāt you wanna test out this new strength of mine? Cāmon, you were just wondering how vampire bodies work and now youāve got one right in front of youāwilling to do anything to heal what heās broken.ā
You grit your teeth and he stops your hand right against his pelvis, letting your fingers tease the veins that trail down to the same cock rubbing against your cunt through many tiresome layers of clothes.Ā
It doesnāt take much more for you to give in, āI hate it when you sweet talk meā¦ā
āYou love it,ā He argues.
Your hand slips down all of a suddenācatching him off guardāand snags onto the waistline of his pants, fingertips teasing beneath the fabric. The sound of his breath hitching doesnāt go unnoticed and when you look up, you feel yourself throb at his reaction.
Gojoās jaw has fallen open slightly and you see him fighting with his fangs as if to keep them at bay. They keep sharpening slightly and then retracting in tandem with his fluttering white lashes as if he were fighting his own lust.
Smirking, āHey, Satoruā¦ā The moment your voice hits his ears, you watch his fangs uncontrollably elongate in raw reaction to the sound. āWhy do your teeth keep doing that?ā You ask with faux innocence.
Gojo lets out a long and heavy breath of air before swiping his tongue over his teeth and clicking his tongue, āThink of it like a vampiric bonerā¦ā
You snort, āWhat? Thatās a thing?ā
āObviously,ā He replies sassily. āAnd I canāt even control it, every time you touch me, Iāā
You purposefully start peeling his pants down to reveal more of his carved V-line to your greedy eyes and earn an aroused hiss from the man. Itās not until you pull the fabric down enough to expose a sliver of his needy cock that Gojo snatches your hand away and pins it up above your head.
Low and heavy, ā...Is this your way of saying youāre ready to make up for lost time or what?ā He sears, eyes glinting with a primal desire for you, whoās laid all too prettily beneath him.
A slip of drool decorates his bottom lip and his fangs seem almost sharper than they did before, bared with another low hiss exiting his throat as you answer him with one shy nod of your head.
āāā
And approximately six minutes later heās in between your legs.
What can you say, youāre an easy woman when it comes to your ex-boyfriend Gojo. That, and itās been a whole year since youāve had sex! Do you know how crazy that drives a person?
Well, when your ex began kissing downwards and rubbing his thumbs greedily against your inner thighs before spreading them out, you just couldnāt help but give in entirely.Ā
āGoddd, I missed my girl,ā Gojoās moaning now, āLook at her, just as sloppy ān wet as I remember. Mwah,ā He presses a nasty kiss to your soaked pussy lips, a glistening mess of slick stringing in between the connection as he continues running his mouth. āMmnh, did you miss me, baby? Yeah? Yāmissed āToru, didnāt you?ā
Then heās expertly tonguing his words deeper into your cunt as if to prove a point, the lathering licks from the pink muscle echoing all throughout the living room. You wanted to hate how easily you sprawled your legs out for him but, he was your boyfriend after allāat one point, anyway.
Plus, heās unfairly good with his tongue.
Back arching up and mouth left agape, āS-Satoru⦠I hated when you-, mmgh! T-Talked to my pussy then, hah.. what makes you think I like it n-now?ā You ask in between breathy moans.
Thereās a constant thump from his hips as he humps his hard cock against the couch, aching for some type of friction again whilst he suckles your clit into his mouth with wanting fervor.Ā
Sloppy and uncaring of how debauched he is, āI dunno, maybe the way sheās suckinā my fingers in like the slutty girl I remember her to be,ā Gojo husks out in that arousend ān raspy baritone of his before prying his mouth away and replacing it with two thrusting fingers that waste no time stimulating your g-spot, āAināt that right, pretty?ā He snickers, watching your pussy gush out more aroused slick against his skin, āOhhh, thereās the spot, huh? Yeah, I still remember.ā
āP-Please shut up,ā You moan as your eyes cross a little. Youāve got a hand flying down to his wrist as if to guide his fingers where you want them but your light grasp is futile since he seems to remember every tender spot inside your honeyed walls, āFuck-, youāre so embarrassingā¦ā
āYou canāt say that while youāre cumming on my fingers,ā Gojo points out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Sad thing is, you didn't even realize the gluey mess that was quickly decorating his fingers in thick uncontrollable globs. āKindaā hypocritical if you ask me..ā He adds with a cheeky smile on his face.
Then his two digits are hastily scissoring your insides to prepare you for whatās to come as he knows you havenāt been with anyone else since heās left and although your insides are exactly as he remembers them to be, he almost feels as though youāre squeezing his fingers tighter than you ever have before.
And the way your gorgeous slick spurts out at his every word has him smiling way too proudly, āAll that arguing and yelling ān yet all you needed was a couple of fingers to get you to act right again, huh?ā Gojo says cockily.
You groan through gritted teeth as your soft walls clamp around him and your legs twitch to shut and run away from the pleasure you were receiving, āY-You know, mmgh, damn well youāre the one who was actinā wrong,ā You argue back, hips steadily reeling away from him.
Scoffing at the cute attempt, Gojo quickly brings his other hand up to your hip and snags your body right back towards him as he dives his mouth back down against your clit and signs the letters of his name out around your clit in what feels like cursive. Drooling against the twitching bud profusely as if every drop of your taste was coaxing him towards something premature.
And it was, Gojo felt his plumped cockhead jumping in between his constant humps against the couch, smearing precum all over his boxers and leaving a sticky mess of need that he knew heād probably be embarrassed about later. Especially since it only takes fingering you to one more orgasm for his own to come crashing over him like a tidal wave, creamy cum soiling his crotch awkwardly.
Then it gets worse because you notice, you see how his eyes gloss over and watch the way he starts crying at how blissfully good it feelsāas if heād been holding it in for a while prior to now. Broken mutters of, āFuck that feels sāgood,ā Tiptoing past his slobbed lips before he plucks his fingers out of you.
Youāre a mess yourself but heās definitely far worse. Staring up at you with tear-stained cheeks, Gojo merely takes it a step further and lets you ogle the way he sucks your taste off of his fingers and rolls his eyes back in the midst of doing so.
After which heās operating like a male beyond possessed and steered by his own lust. Itās been way too long since heād been inside you and if you thought his cock would soften after one pathetic orgasm then you clearly underestimated a few things about him.
Now, sex with Gojo as a human was one thing in itself but sex with Gojo as a vampire makes you feel dirty.
Minutes later and heās got his cum lathered dick sprung out and slapping against his abdomen, smearing his own mess against his skin whilst he takes one hand and uses it to pry your thighs apart againāhis other set of fingers wrapping around his heavy girth and giving himself a couple of needed and lazy strokes.
His body was on fire and he felt as though if he didnāt stuff himself past the twitching spread of your pussylips any second now, he would die of a different kind of thirst that wasnāt exactly vampiricā¦
When he starts angling himself up against your cunt, mushroomy tip scribbling his milky seed against your folds, his fangs begin to sharpen again. āI missed you s-so fuckinā much,ā Gojo groaned as his cock finally began to slide past that stubborn ring of resistance heās sure missed him just as much.
The way your glossy folds stretch around his blushing head is enough to make his eyes glint with that burning hunger of his again andāone moreāyouāve never felt like a slut more than you did right now.Ā
āDid you miss me? Huh? Tell me,ā Gojo would whisper out. Of course, you canāt tell if thatās to you or pussy, whoās heās busy caressing messy rubbings against as if that would ease how difficult it was to take him in. It felt as though he got even bigger than you remembered him to be and hell, maybe he did. āI need to hear it, pleaseā¦ā
You nod hurriedly and your body is itching to pull away for a moment to breathe, āY-Yes, I missed you, Satoru⦠ohm-mygodd, I missed you sāmuuch,ā You whine out into the air convincingly enough to urge his hips into suddenly snapping forward.
The two of you choke out the same moan in sync and his head falls back, āOhh f-fuuck,ā Gojo voices hotly. Then he rolls his head so that his eyes could fall down on you and make sure you werenāt struggling to take his cock too badly,Ā āYeah, I missed you too⦠ā He coos, āThought about you everyday, sweetheart...ā
Between the breaths he was unintentionally fucking out of your lungs, you manage a breathess, āDid you? Or d-did you just think about⦠hahh-, fucking me?āĀ
He smiles almost wickedly, āBoth, my love.ā Then heās down against your ear in the next second, fangs grazing your skin, āI only dreamt of being inside you like this again. Hah, look at youuu.ā He purrs whilst glancing down and watching the way his dick glides almost all the way out of you so unfairly gorgeously. Then, Gojo snickers, āMissed me sāmuch you wonāt even let me go, how cuteā¦ā He comments, tip still poking against your entrance.
āSatoruuuu,ā You begin to whine at the lack of him inside you and he doesnāt waste any time making it up by taking your legs into his hands.
āI hear you sweetheart, relaax. Mānot pulling out, just wanna..ā He palms the underside your thighs and pushes them up, up, up so that your legs are sandwiched snuggly to your chest, āTheree we go, now I can fuck this pussy properly,ā He accentuated with a simple, yet brutal push into you again.
His long cock snags deep against the plush insides of your enveloping pussy and the way heās got your body pinned to the couch and completely unable to lift or even move a muscle to escape his thrusting has your moans coming out in stammered breaths.
Gojoās length is greedy ān one big, messy mess against your insides, hitting that spot to make you see streaks of blinding white stars in seconds. The constant slap of his heavy balls against your skin plows throughout the room and you were being stuffed to the brim with him up until you couldnāt even think about anything else.
The only time you get some type of break is when he hauls your left leg up and starts pumping his veiny girth at a new angle, his head turning and lips meeting your calf. Then Gojo starts licking the skin there, one leg wrapped around tightly as his hips hammer forward and your body jerks in tandem.
āJ-Just one more taste, sweetheart. Please,ā He whines suddenly, trailing his eyes over to your cockdrunken state, āI wonāt make a mess this time, promiseā¦ā
You could hardly make out what he was saying considering how dumb heād fucked you on his cock so, all you do is give him one messy nod of your head and the next thing you feel his im driving his fangs into your leg.
The pain is nowhere near excruciating this time. If anything it feels good, so good that youāre squirting around his shaft with that translucent liquid before you even realize it. Your moan is loud enough to fill every hallway of your house and Gojoās losing his mind all the same.
Smiling into the wound heās actively creating, āYouāre so sweet,ā He praises, his other hand moving from your thigh and over to where his cock is pumping in and out of you so that he can press down. āFuckinā delicious⦠Does that feel good, baby?ā He asks in between his slovenly laps, āA-Am I still makinā my girl feel good, huh?ā
āY-Yes āToru,ā Your voice is hardly there but even if youād thought those pretty words out, he wouldāve reacted all the same.
Groaning, āFuuck, I missed that nickname.ā Then your gummy walls start squeezing around him again and he feels his cock trembling for release, āAah, b-baby⦠māgonna cum,ā He whines honestly, āYou feel too-, fuck, n-no.. you taste too good, Iāmā¦ā He finally stops sucking and lets himself gulp your blood down his throat, eyes widening in sheer bliss before he looks down at you carnally. Voice many pitches deeper, āSweetheart, you gotta let me cum inside you.ā Gojo huffs.
You finally break out a smile as your mind makes enough space to think about your searches from earlier in the night and your hand grips onto the couch a little tighter, āMmgh, ahh⦠y-you need my permission to do that, huh?ā
āFuck, donāt tease,ā He whines again, eyes glossing over again whilst his thrusts grow erratic, āP-Please donāt fuckinā tease me⦠J-Just say I can⦠fuuuck⦠baby, please.. please?ā
āYou could always-, mmnh, pull out,ā You giggle cockdrunkenly.
Gojo groans as if you just cursed at him and his hips snap forward with more vigor, fucking a drooling head of curses into you hard enough to have your vision numbed with stars again, āYou really think I can-, hahh⦠go a year without beinā inside this pussy and-, fuck.. not breed her when I get back?ā He asks, mind barely even present in this conversation.
All he can think about at this point is filling you with his seed and fucking something dangerous into you. Perhaps if heād done that a year ago, he wouldāve never taken so long to returnā¦
āSātoru,ā You babble as drool trickles down to your chin and he starts repositioning slightly again.
āLet me cum inside,ā Gojo huffs whilst folding you back into the meanest mating press, āSweetheart, let me fuck my cum into you, pleaseā¦ā His voice cracks into something beyond submissive as his eyes fight a crossing, āI-I canāt⦠pleasepleasepleaseāā
āSatoru!ā You gasp out instead of saying what he wants to hear.
To which he takes a slightly different approach and comes up to your ear again, āIāve been a good boy for you havenāt I?ā He asks so abruptly that it catches you entirely off guard.
āW-What?ā You stammer cutely.
āReward me,ā Gojo demands in return, leaning up just a little to look you dead in the eyes with want pouring out of their blued haze, āLet me breed this pussy again⦠I-Iāve earned it, yeah?ā He questions adorably. To which you shake your head and his body shudders. Making him grumble, āYouāre killing me, sweetheart.ā
A smile breaks out across your face and you chuckle breathlessly, āI-I know..ā
Gojo moves suddenly and his hands snake under your entire frame, grabbing at the fats of your ass before he steadies himself on the couch and starts pulling your body up to meet his bruising thrusts, the couch beginning to shake and even shake violently as he does so.
Youāre a mess of drool and faint tears as he does that, the feeling of his thick cock prodding at the syrupy hilt of your pussy in a French-kissing manner has you gasping for air and clawing at his back hard enough to leave more scars. āāToru-, ohmygod,ā You cry out, āO-Okay, fuuck.. you can cum inside meā¦ā
āUh-uh, you can say it better than that,ā He opposes. You hate the way he always manages to get precisely what he wants out of you, āTell me what I wanna hear, what exactly do you want me to do, huuh?ā
āYouāre s-so fuckinā⦠shit-, a-annoying,ā You mumble before finally, finally giving in, āI want you to breed me, āToru.ā
āThereee she is,ā And then itās instantaneous the way his cum flushes out into your cum, each drop fucked deeper and deeper into your tight cavern to make sure it takes. āNever gonna leave you again,ā Gojo whispers lovingly to contrast the carnal movement of his hips whilst his cock thrashes against your womb.
Your fingernails are still lightly lodged into his back but you manage out one heavy breath of, āYou better notā¦ā
Which lets you know that, apparently, the random Reddit thread you scrolled through was wrongā¦
Vampires do, in fact, need permission to cum inside you after all!
A/n: This is gonna have a lot of parts, so I'm making this so I can just put them all in one place.
After decades of infection slowly eating away at him, Leon S. Kennedy is saved by Elpis, an advanced antiviral found by Grace. It doesnāt just heal him, it rewinds the damage, restores his youth, rebuilds his strength⦠and leaves him aching for a life he thought heād never have.
That life is you.
His wife.
His home.
His safe place after every nightmare.
But healing a body doesnāt instantly heal a heart, and Leon must learn how to live again with a partner who refuses to let him face any demon, past or present, alone
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