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zanarkandskylines · 3 months

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Hiii just thinking about Bakugo x reader where reader’s in danger from a villain attack and Bakugo saves her heheh. And then the media’s eating it up like 😭😭

this is such a cute idea!! ✨

Accidental Damage

『♡』 pro-hero support fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ pro-heroes au | secret bf/gf ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: you've been swamped with work as a pro-hero support engineer, pushing 80 hour weeks over the busy season, and finally have a day off! bakugo, however, isn't so lucky and ends up getting called in for an emergency patrol during your movie date. instead of sitting at home, you decide to treat yourself and head out into the city. turns out, you probably should have stayed home...considering the fashion district you frequently visit was the villain-of-the-week's choice of attack. tags & warnings: mild violence, anxiety, cursing | lovers (bf/gf), fluff, emotional comfort, physical hurt, protective bakugo, reader doesn't have a quirk, reader's a badass, accidental pda, oops the secret's out now, bakugo treats reader like a princess a/n: wanted to change up the dynamic a little and make reader & bakugo secretly date from opposing sides of the hero world! i'd love to see more of the support class tbh ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 2,890 ꒱

It’s your day off! After working endless hours for the past month, you’re finally free of the frenzy of Support Request busy season. Spring is often the time that most heroes submit their upgrade and repair requests to their agency’s support team, resulting in a non-stop effort to get through everything in a timely manner. The agency doesn’t want to be responsible for a hero not being able to perform their patrol duties from malfunctioning hero attire.

The original plan of the day was to spend it in your apartment, watching movies with your bombastic hero of a boyfriend - Dynamight. Unfortunately, just like 9 out of 10 other times, he was called out on an emergency shift to cover for someone else.

Being the girlfriend of the number 6 hero wasn’t easy, especially because no one knew you two were even together.

The two of you attended UA High together in separate classes - Class A and Class H. You knew of one another, but never had a chance to talk outside of the occasional ‘hey.’ After graduating from UA, the two of you happen to be hired to the same agency in Tokyo as you were assigned to his support team. A few late night dinners, long phone calls, and plenty of flirty banter later, you started quietly dating the explosive hero. It’s been about two years and you’re happy as can be - secret or not. It wasn’t for any purpose other than to keep the media out of Bakugo’s personal life and focused on his hero career as it was common for the public to become judgmental and fans to get…protective, to say the least. The last thing you wanted to do was to risk his ranking or public image for the sake of labeling him as "taken."

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"Oh god fuckin' dammit," Bakugo cursed as his phone rang on loop, vibrating to the edge of the coffee table. Removing his arm from your waist, he frustratingly snatched it from the table before the final ring. You caught a glimpse of the caller ID before he answered and left the couch.

AGENCY EMERGENCY LINE

Aww...we just started the movie, you thought, disappointed in the timing.

It was unavoidable, though, considering he was in the top 10 of the pro hero circuit in a record amount of time after graduating from UA. He was damn good at his job and worked his ass off to get where he is today. You're so proud of him and all he's accomplished, but that doesn't mean that you hate how often they pull him back into work on his days off. He hates it just as much as you do.

You overhear a bit of the conversation as he moved to the hallway to take the call.

"Dynamight, we need to you to assist..."

"Spare me the damn formalities and just tell me where the hell you're sending me."

"It's downtown, sector 24, you'll be going along side..."

That's all you heard before he was out of earshot.

You never held it against Bakugo whenever this would happen, it wasn't his fault at all, he had a job to do and he was needed - that's all it was.

He returned from the hallway, a scowl on his face as he plopped onto the cushion next to you. You already know what he's about to say.

"I'm sorry sweets, I gotta go back to work." He leans over and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. "What a fuckin' week. Been lookin' forward to finally sitting at home."

You frown as you squeeze his hand reassuringly. "It's okay, the world needs the great Dynamight."

Bakugo groans in defeat, leaving the couch to run for the door. He's about to put his shoes on and grab his keys before he pauses, dropping his boots in the entryway and skipping back over to the couch. He bends over the arm and sits awkwardly on it as he grabs your chin, turning your face to his. He places a kiss to your lips and it leaves you breathless, like always.

“Love you, sweetheart,” he purrs, finger brushing along the top of your cheek.

“Love you too, Kats,” you respond quietly as his hand leaves your cheek. “Be safe, text me when you head home.”

He grabs his keys and wallet from the entryway, shuffling through it and placing his credit card back onto the table.

"Leavin' my card for you to take, baby. Go buy somethin' pretty for yourself."

And just like that, he's out the door and on his way back to the agency for the fifth time this week.

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Bakugo had a habit of not letting you pay for almost anything, no matter how much you protested against him - it was one of his ways of showing his love for you. He would often scold you for having somewhat of an overspending problem, but your motto was always “money comes back!” He’d roll his eyes and hand you his credit card, preferring to spoil you instead of letting you drag yourself into debt. You learned to stop refusing his offer to pay for things a few months into your relationship, knowing full well he'd never back down after he'd steal your card out of your hands or swap it for his when you weren't looking.

Might as well take him up on his offer and go shopping!

Strolling down one of the main streets of the fashion district, you pop into one of your favorite clothing boutiques to browse around. It's busy for a Sunday afternoon, but the crowds don't bother you. Whenever you came here, Bakugo would often wait a street or two over to avoid said crowds. He hated them, but never wanted to leave you alone, so he'd tag along in ways that made him comfortable.

You're flipping through a sales rack outside of the store when a sudden rumbling in the street catches your attention. An earthquake, maybe? A couple of people around you notice as well and stop what they’re doing to focus on the vibrations. A moment later, the street becomes riddled with panic as the entire crowd is rushing in the opposite direction.

Of course a villain would show up to ruin your shopping trip.

You always make sure for these type of scenarios that you keep a spare gadget in your bag for protection. Bakugo wasn’t satisfied with you carrying just a normal self defense weapon, so he helped (more so forced you to) craft a device that would allow you to “save your own quirk-less ass” if push came to shove. He knew how talented you were and dedicated to your craft, always thinking up new gadgets and drawing plans off the clock. He wanted to encourage you to create your own genius contraption rather than solely making things for the heroes around you.

Digging through your bag, you grab onto the make-shift object that resembles a pair of bracelets. You slip them on and push the buttons on the underside of each bangle - activating the mechanism inside. They cover your hands in a binding of metals that resemble armored gloves and crawl up your forearms and end at your elbows.

Time to see what these babies can do!

You laugh to yourself at the thought of calling your creations "babies." It fondly reminds you of Hatsume and how she would be ecstatic over her piles of support items she's constructed, constantly flailing around the support classroom with glee.

Your attention is roughly brought back to the villain landing a few stores away from you as a giant gust of wind forces remaining civilians out of his way. He's sporting a jetpack-like bag on his back, motorized arms poking out of it like a spider. He spots you out of the corner of his eye, immediately curious about your support gear.

"Oh? What do we have here?" He questions, gesturing in your direction. "Those look too high and mighty for a girl your size. Are you even a hero?"

You know he's trying to antagonize you and get under your skin, and unfortunately, it works. But if you can keep him distracted until a hero shows, he'll do less damage to the area and you can prevent unnecessary causalities.

"Who needs a hero when a 'normie' like me can kick your ass with my bare fists?" you instigate, praying that'll convince him to shift his full attention to you. It does, aggressively launching himself in your direction with his...spider legs?...and lands in front of you, bending over to level his eyes with yours.

"Those are some brave words for a bug like you."

You take a deep breath, steadying your stance before landing a swift right hook to his jaw, sending him soaring into the street. Your gloves make a soft hiss as they release the energy stored inside them.

Yes! God, that felt good. Is this how Kat feels?!

The villain clamors to his feet, seething with rage as he readjusts his set of translucent goggles.

"You little bitch!"

You brace yourself for impact by crossing the gloves in front of you, summoning a temporary energetic barrier to guard against his attack. The force sends you stumbling backwards, falling straight on your ass as you roll out of the way of a robot leg slamming down next to you.

Just keep moving, don't stop moving, remember what Kat taught you!

You're extremely thankful in this moment that Bakugo practically forced you to train with him. He was adamant on you having basic fighting ability - hand to hand combat, some karate, self-defense moves, and more importantly, staying in shape to outrun any villains. He didn't think you were incapable of handling yourself, he just wanted you to be able to kick some ass while doing it.

As you're zigzagging the villain, dozens of cameramen and reporters are flooding the scene, desperate to get the 'first look' on the details of the commotion. Your tunnel vision on the current threat in front of you keeps you busy, not noticing the massive media crowd forming around you on both ends of the street.

The villain jumps up, catching you off guard as he lands behind you, smacking you in the back with a robot arm with a loud thwap that sends you careening into a clothing rack on the street. A collective gasp is heard from the peanut gallery, clamoring over your safety for 'views.'

You may or may not have hit your head - unsure if you're dizzy from the fall or a potential concussion. Shaking yourself out of the haze, you scramble away from a follow-up attack from one of his mechanized tendrils.

"Aw, are you backing away from the fight you started?!" He taunts, arrogantly laughing at your defensive maneuvers.

In the distance, you begin to hear soft booms echo through the air, steadily growing in volume. You knew exactly who was rushing to the scene.

Oh buddy, now you're fucked.

You can't help the devilish smirk that crosses your lips, anticipating your hero boyfriend to show up and blow this guy into the pavement. In the interim, you have one final trick up your sleeve - literally - to give this guy a pre-beatdown of your own.

"Nah, just wearing you down so I can knock your ass out!" you boast, channeling your best "hero" speech.

With a few taps of your fingers on the metal gripping your forearms, the gloves begin to channel energy into the palms of your hands, lighting up with blue sparks as it charged. You needed an extra 15 seconds before they were ready to burst. The villain notices, swiping at your feet to knock you down before you can properly dodge. The breath is knocked from your lungs and leaves you gasping for air.

Boom, boom...boom!

You can tell Bakugo's almost here as the explosions get louder with each burst.

Just 5 more seconds...

"Yo, spider-freak!" Bakugo roars from atop a nearby building. "We can do this th' easy way or hard way. Your choice, jackass!"

He hasn't noticed you yet as your gloves begin to beep, signaling the charge is ready for use.

Perfect timing.

Getting to your feet is more of a struggle than anticipated as you're still recovering from the previous strike. Wobbling on jelly legs, you plant your feet solidly on the pavement to the best of your ability, bring your hands up in front of you and aim your palms at the villain. Your loud cackle catches Bakugo’s attention, sending a panic coursing through his veins as he finally sees you - shaking like a leaf with a grin on your face.

What the fuck is she doing?!

His train of thought is interrupted by your gloves firing off a massive burst of energy, hitting the villain square in the chest and slamming him into the ground, shattering his robotic accessories in the process.

Holy shit, those fuckers work after all.

Bakugo can't help but snort at your ballsy attempt to hold down the villain, feeling simultaneously proud and scared shitless that you'd put yourself in the middle of harms way for strangers - just like himself. He's blasting off the building and down to the street to wrap up what's left of this D-lister villain.

The blowback from the gloves, however, is way harder to handle than anticipated. As the gloves emit vapor and a sharp hissing noise, you're sent teetering backward, tumbling across the street until your body skids to a halt.

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Everything fucking hurts.

But holy shit, that was exhilarating.

There's sirens in the distance while you lay there, signaling that they're more than likely surrounding the asshole and taking him into custody. You groan and grumble while sitting up, propping yourself up on your elbows as a loud thud lands at your feet.

You know the sound of those boots anywhere.

"Dynamight?" you feign, pretending to be distressed after the fight. "Oh, you showed up at the perfect -,"

He cuts you off with a sharp quip, his voice gruff with a playful tone. "Shut the fuck up."

Bakugo crouches down as he's grabbing your wrists and hoisting you up onto your feet. He holds onto you for a moment while you get your bearings, wobbling like a baby deer. Once you're steady, he pulls you flush to his body and cups your chin in his gloved hand. Before you can protest his movements, he swoops down and your lips meet.

He's kissing you.

In the middle of the street.

In front of every single press company in the city.

In public.

You squeak against his lips, putting your hands on his chest to create space between the two of you as you pull away. He's perplexed at your hesitation until the realization whips him back to reality.

"Fuck!" Bakugo snarled, a pink blush creeping up the back of his neck. He was too caught up in the moment with adoration over your bravery that he...forgot he was on duty.

Cameras and reporters are rushing over, shouting a million different questions at the two of you.

"Miss! Are you a hero, too? What's your name?"

"Are you Dynamight's side-kick?"

"Dynamight, you saved the city once again! Who is this young lady in relation to you?"

"Are you worried this will affect your reputation with your supporters?"

"God, the agency is gonna fuckin' hate me for this," he growls.

Oh no. You just inadvertently tainted his reputation. He might get demoted...if only you had just stayed home today.

Bakugo turns toward the thousands of camera flashes and video cameras, arm slung around your shoulder.

"This is y/n, she's a support engineer from my agency and saved your asses today," he says confidently. "And she's my girlfriend, so don't get any wrong ideas about it."

What?!

The mob of media personnel begin speaking all at once to Bakugo again, shouting question after question.

"How long have you two been together?"

"Is she in training to be a hero, too?"

"That device was impressive! How did you manufacture it?"

"Do you have a quirk?"

You're standing there, dumbfounded that Bakugo just openly admitted to your relationship on live TV and to news reporters. You can't help but flush red over the barrage of questions, not used to this kind of interrogation in your line of support work.

He sighs, shaking his head as he removes his arm from your shoulder and moving to hold your hand.

"Quit it the questions, we're leaving."

With that, he parts through the crowd with you following behind, crossing over to the other street before letting go of your hand.

"Katsuki...are you sure you’re okay with this?" you ask timidly, aware that you can't take back what he said.

"Idiot, I don't lie about things like that. Now I get to show off my perfect princess."

You say nothing in return, just quietly squeal and do a little happy dance.

Perfect princess.

"Let's get your stubborn ass to the medical team, you look like shit," he teases, poking you in the forehead. "And we should probably tone back the output on those gauntlets, that coulda killed somebody - or you."

You hum in acknowledgement and follow him down the street, heading back to the agency together.

think of the gloves as, like, ironman suit type gear? how you can just pop them on and use them as enhanced fighting gear. hehe, a cute little panic fluff is always fun. thanks much again to @queenpiranhadon for the prompt!! 💜

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Mi Princesa

pairing: Sugar Daddy!Pedro Pascal x Pregnant!Reader

summary: Some morning loving with Pedro Pascal and his very pregnant wife, and maybe a little spice in the shower (DILF Warning ) Disclaimer 18+

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated🫶

Full Masterlist, Pedro Pascal Masterlist

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“Good morning mi princesa, and good morning mi amor” Pedro whispered bending down to kiss his wife’s 6 month bump, the coldness of his wedding ring making her flinch. “Baby, ya woke her up” She whined feeling the small fluttery kicks erupt at the tip of her stomach, her eyes still closed but her lips already aiming for Pedro’s, giving him one hell of a wet kiss. “I’m sorry baby, daddy wanted to talk to his princesa” He whispered gruffly, one of his hands sneaking up her sleep shirt to cup and squeeze at one of her swollen breasts, massaging it softly.

“Eh? What about your other princesa?” Y/n winked biting her lip, softly moaning at the feeling of his cold hands on her tits, he was always so gentle with her; almost as if she was made of glass. “Mm can’t forget about her, but you’ve been upgraded baby, tú eres mi reina”

“Hmm sounds sexy what does it mean?” Tracing the side of his face she felt his hand fall back down to her rounded stomach, a habit he had picked up over the past few weeks, along with the belly kisses and telling his baby-girl stories. “Means you’re my reina, my queen, and this little girl, is our princesa”

“God could you get any sweeter, sexier and even more handsome Pedro” She squealed using her energy to hoist herself up to straddle him, even with her stomach in the way, she leant down as best as possible to pepper kisses all over his neck; giggling once she felt his hand on her ass, softly drumming against it with his hand. “Oh shit, I may have peed a little” She said suddenly sitting up, knowing damn well how much her precious princess loves using her bladder as a cushion, sending her to the toilet multiple times an hour.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your waddle?” Pedro whistled watching her speed waddle into the toilet, a hand on the small of her back as she sent a glare his way, sticking her tongue out at him. “ah baby don’t get like that with me, I can’t stand it when mi reina gives me that face” Pedro sighed springing himself out of the cotton sheets, following his wife like a cute little puppy, just watching her wash her hands and brush her teeth. “Stop giving me those eyes, Mr Pascal” She warned spitting out the rest of her water, reaching behind him to pull on the water heater,

“What eyes Mrs. Pascal? The eyes you fell in love with? The eyes you look into while-“

“Yes yes, those eyes, now help me” She smiled widely holding both hands up in the air, watching on as Pedro pulled his shirt off her body, hearing him wolf whistle once he saw her nude body; acting as if they hadn’t been going at it like rabbits due to her raging hormones. “Come on daddy, don’t ya wanna shower with the mommy?” She smirked slowly stepping into the shower, her hands rubbing over her stomach as she tilted her head cutely, knowing damn well what it did to her sugar daddy husband.

“Mierda, the things you do to me woman” He groaned quickly ridding himself of his shorts and t-shirt, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist to bring her side flush against his chest, the gruff of his facial hair softly scratching against the top of her head. He could practically feel the heat coming from her wet centre the more he felt up her wet body, taking his sweet time to kiss and grab at all his favourite spots (which was basically everywhere) Taking his time to kiss at her breasts, her stomach, her arms, even bending down to kiss at her thighs.

“Please Pedro, you know what you’re doing, s’not fair” She sighed stomping her foot lightly, furrowing her brows as his tongue licked stripes up her neck and into her mouth; causing her to moan into his hot wet open mouth. “I need you daddy, please” She whined using the nickname that started their relationship in the first place, on that dodgy sugar baby site. Her hand leading his down to her already swollen clit, directing his fingers to rub slow soft circles on her button.

“I’ve got you mi vida, got to help my princesa’s mama, mi reina” He whispered kissing her lips then her cheek, his fingers moving at a steady pace as he felt her grasp onto his forearms for balance, her forehead leaning against his chest.

“I-i’m close baby, so so close” She whispered kissing his pec, gasping when she felt his fingers sort through her holds, swiftly inserting a finger into her snug hole; with one finger at her clit simultaneously. “Let go for me mama, i’m right here, let go for me gorgeous girl” He sighed against her temple, feeling her clench onto one of his fingers as she shook against him; her legs slightly trembling. “Good girl baby, feel and taste you so good” Rubbing her folds gently to let her ride her high, he slowly removed his hands, licking them clean as he looked into her eyes.

“You’re crazy Pedro, but I love you so much for it” She breathed out, clearly out of breath, her body fully leaning onto his for support; before wincing again when she felt an extra strong kick being delivered to her ribs, her little girl was finally awake again. Pedro’s hands immediately rushing to her stomach, shushing his little baby at the same time, he was in awe at her sheer strength. His lips meeting the stretch marks on his wife’s belly, his eyes marvelled in awe at how beautifully they were spread on her skin, the marks telling a story of how she was carrying his baby, their baby. Their princesa

“mi princesa, no le hagas daño a tu madre, she takes such good care of you, making sure you’re safe and healthy in her amazing beautiful body. Take care inside there okay? You can kick papa all you want when we meet you, but for now stay calm mi princess, te amo mucho”

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no le hagas daño a tu madre = Don’t hurt your mother

PSA: This was so cute to write I loved it so much🫶 So I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

*All Spanish came from online as i’m not fluent, if something needs corrected please let me know :)*

See you guys at the next update 🫶

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ashxxgyu · 4 months

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*sighs* why am I awake

#it’s 6:30 am and I have no reason to be up this early I-#♡₊˚ princess’s diary・₊✧🧸

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marklease · 8 months

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♡ masterlist! ♡ about me ♡ info

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NCT Dream Texts insecure about your nose (9-4-2023) left something at their place (9-5-2023) sick in their car (9-6-2023) jealous dreamies (9-7-2023) calling them d@ddy (9-8-2023) when you’re sick (9-9-2023) gamer!dreamies (9-10-2023) accidentally sent a live photo (9-11-2023) bf jisung texts (9-12-2023) bff dreamies flirting, soft (9-13-2023) fwb gamer!hyuck (9-14-2023) reader is bad at cooking (9-15-2023) love languages (9-16-2023) hickeys (9-17-2023) crushing BFF dreamies (9-18-2023) when a guy is rude you (9-19-2023) bf!renjun texts (9-20-2023) princess treatment (9-22-2023) BFF dreamies hate your bf (9-26-2023) clingy bf and separate beds (1-7-2024) bff walks in on you changing (1-14-2024) 🆕✨

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Coming soon...

🌕 bf!renjun texts🌕 princess treatment🌕 bff dreamies hate your boyfriend 🌕 brother’s-bestfriend!jaemin 🌕 accidentally confessing to bff dreamies 🌕 coming over to comfort you 🌕 fwb!dreamies

#guys how long does this list need to get before i organize it #nct dream #masterlist

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minki-moo · 8 months

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♡‧₊˚ 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡‧₊˚

pairing ♡ bang chan x f!reader tags ♡ bf!chan, dom!chan, sub!reader, corruption, fingering, (f.receiving), multiple orgasms rating ♡ e for explicit w/c ♡ 1.5k

a/n ♡ soooo the drabble turned into a full fic :) and yes i was projecting again who's surprised

you and chan haven't been together for too long, only celebrating your 6 month anniversary recently. because of your inexperience in relationships (and sex), you asked chan if you could take it slow, not wanting to rush things and potentially becoming overwhelmed and ruining your relationship.

chan, being the amazing and understanding person he is, was completely fine with it; he loves you and wants to make sure you feel comfortable with him.

however, things started to change as time went on. the less than subtle stares from chan whenever you borrow his hoodies (they reach to your knees so you never felt the need to wear pants under them), and how his hands tended to linger whenever he held you.

you also realized feelings inside you whenever chan did certain things, like when he only wore sweatpants and a tank top around you or when he stretched and you caught a glimpse at his abs.

you always brushed off these feelings, feeling too embarrassed to bring them up, even though you know you shouldn't; chan was experienced and he wouldn't feel weirded out that his girlfriend has these feelings for him.

one night, chan invited you over to his place for a little pizza and movie date. you (once again to his pleasure) wore one of chan's oversized sweaters and snuggled up to him on the couch, oblivious to how you were affecting him. you constantly shifting in his lap was getting him worked up. he wondered briefly if you were doing this on purpose; knowing you, you probably had no idea what you were doing to him.

while you were entranced by the film, you felt chan's arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to his chest, feeling his growing erection on your back.

"chan-", you whisper shyly.

"shh princess, focus on the movie."

you stiffen up a little as chan's hands find their way to your thighs, now slightly exposed. gently gripping them, chan pulls your legs apart, exposing your clothed pussy.

"do you want to feel good, princess? i can make you feel really good, ok?"

his sweet, innocent sounding whispers made you shiver. at that moment, you wanted chan to touch you, you wanted to feel good even if you didn't know what he would do to you.

you nod, giving chan your silent permission to keep going. he starts kissing your neck, occasionally sucking the soft, delicate skin. as your arousal builds up, you start desperately seeking any friction on your now wet pussy, but chan's large hands kept your thighs apart.

god, this was so embarrassing. the way chan had you like putty in his arms was almost laughable, but you couldn't help it. all the doubts you had about going further with him disappeared, only to be replaced with need.

"c-channie...."

"don't worry. i have you princess."

before you can say anything else, chan moves one of his hands closer to your pussy, moving so slowly you almost whimper in anticipation.

when his hand reaches its destination, his finger slowly rubs circles on your swollen clit, making you quietly moan and lean back into him.

chan bites your neck, forcing a yelp out of you. he had to stop himself from groaning at how cute you sounded, how helpless and needy his touch made you. it made him want to do more dirty things to you, things you never thought of doing. moving his fingers faster, he thought about how cute you would look on your knees, looking up at him with your innocent look as he guides his cock in your mouth. how fucking adorable you would look pinned down on his bed, begging to cum as he fucks your pussy, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

your grip on chan's thighs tightens as something starts to build up in your core, threatening to spill over at any time. the faster chan's fingers go, the more your legs start to shake. the only things coming out of your mouth are whines, soft moans, and the occasional "channie".

"gonna cum princess?". chan's voice sounds deep yet breathy. "let go for me ok? i promise you'll feel really good."

following chan's instructions, you relax fully into his touch, slowly coming undone. your body writhes in his arms, almost screaming as your orgasm hits you.

"that's my good girl, you did so well for me princess."

the praise makes you giddy in your post-orgasm haze, but you're not able to process it as chan picks you up and takes him to his bedroom.

he places you on his bed, and takes off his clothes one by one. his hungry gaze never leaves you, making you feel small and submissive.

"now baby", he crawls so he's on top of you, his hands situated beside your head, "that was just the beginning. we're going to do a lot more ok?"

you nod.

chan runs his hands on your body, your sweater riding up to expose your stomach and now soaked panties. he moves his way down to your thighs, taking his time to admire a part of you he's fantasized about for so long; the urge to put his head in between them and ravish your sweet, dripping cunt is high.

but he has other plans, lifting up your hips and pulling your panties down. the sight in front of him could make him cum right there on the spot: you spread out on his bed, in his clothes, and your pussy on full display. he's almost sad that he's the only one who can see you like this.

almost.

chan takes his finger and runs it through your folds, another whine leaving your mouth as he brushes over your sensitive bud. without warning, he slips his finger inside of you and starts slowly thrusting, making you gasp.

"it's ok baby. i need to stretch your pussy if you're going to take my cock." he chuckles as he feels you tighten and your eyes widen at his words.

"you like that, princess? you want to feel my cock inside you?" he slips another finger inside you. "you want me to tell you how good you are for taking my cock?"

his fingers pumping inside you and his words bring you closer to the edge. "channie, please. 'm gonna cum again."

chan removes his fingers from inside you, leaving you empty to your disappointment. but its not long after that you feel his cock head enter your aching hole.

"channie, 's too big. you won't fit."

"i will princess." he rubs his thumb over your clit, your hips unconsciously grinding into his touch. "i'll make it fit"

with one quick thrust, chan's cock is half way inside your wet cunt, the feeling making him let out a groan; it was so much better then he imagined.

the sudden stretch made your back arch, your mouth open in a silent scream. the feeling was so different, and the burn made it slightly uncomfortable. but the feeling of chan's hot cock inside you made it worth it.

"ch-channie-"

"god, you feel so good princess". he hides his head in your neck, grinding his hips and forcing more and more of his cock into you.

he finally bottoms out, his pelvis flush with yours. the feeling was nothing like it was before. you can feel chan's whole cock inside you, warm and pulsing as the tip brushed against your sweet spot.

"channie, 'm so full, 's too much."

"you can take it, princess."

chan starts to move his hips, moving almost frantically as he thrusts inside you. the punched out moans you make only encourage him to move faster, your reactions making it hard to not cum.

but he refuses to. he will take his time with you. he needs to see you fall apart on his cock, until you've cum two, three, even four times.

the feeling from earlier starts to build up again, your orgasm approaching too quickly for you to handle.

"channiechanniechannie 'm gonna cum."

chan moves his hips faster, helping you chase your orgasm. "cum for me princess. show me how good you are and cum on my cock."

that was enough to make you literally explode. you see stars as your pussy clenches on chan's cock and a scream leaves your mouth, only muffled by chan's lips on yours.

"that's it, princess," he says in between kisses. "god, you did so well baby. you'll cum for me again, ok." his last statement was more of an order than a question.

still blissed out from your high, you notice chan is still very much hard inside you, slowly moving and making you gasp at the sensitivity.

"channie, please i can-"

he snaps his hips again, cries leaving your mouth as he picks up the pace again.

"c-channie please i c-can't anymo-"

"one more time, ok? you can do that for me, right princess? just until i fill you up with my cum."

a/n ♡ this is probably my fav so far i love it >-<

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something permanent, pt. 6 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call the cops i stg

reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers or triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, forced daddy kink, forced breeding (and therefore pregnancy), corruption/training, dubcon

in other words, dead dove: do not eat !!! you have been warned and you are responsible for your own media consumption.

chapter index: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7

word count - 5.9k

description - reader hasn’t been herself since finding out she’s pregnant. leon decides a little sunshine might do her some good.

tags/warnings - yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), pet names (princess, angel, doll, pup, etc.), forced daddy kink, corruption/training, stockholm syndrome, reader is in captivity, also reader is pregnant now (sorry to spoil it for those of u who haven’t read pt. 5 yet), mentions/descriptions of dissociation, sundress shenanigans, public sex (p in v), creampie, breeding kink, housewife kink, praise, dumbification, dollification, food/eating mentions, i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything

a/n - guys i’m literally soooooo sorry it took me forever to write this lmfao aaaa i know i’ve said this like 40 times but the past month was just super busy and chaotic for me in like every single aspect of my life </3 but it’s here now and i hope it was worth the wait ;w; ily guys and thank u for being so patient and sweet and supportive srsly it means the world to meeee

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Remember that scene in New Moon where Bella just sits in front of a window for three months straight?

That’s what you felt like.

The days passed by in a blur as you laid motionless in bed, then weeks, all spent staring at the blank wall. You couldn't stop thinking about it.

Leon's unfiltered grin as you sat curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, knees pulled tightly to your chest, hands clutching your hair at the roots as you sobbed. He rubbed your back and kissed your face and shushed you for what very well may have been hours. Time hadn't exactly felt real since you found out.

After a while he carried you to bed, figuring you'd tire yourself out eventually. He knew this wasn't going to be easy for you-- you could only be so brave-- but it did break his heart to see you so... corpse-like, for a lack of a better descriptor. You laid so still in bed for so long, refusing to get up for anything that he would make sure to double check you were breathing every now and then.

For the first few days, he let you have your fit. He knew you were just scared, just exhausted by all that resisting... his poor, frightened little princess. But you would come around. You had to.

Now it had been weeks and he couldn't stand to watch you wither away anymore, especially not with his baby in your belly.

Leon put a hand on your shoulder from behind, rubbing you softly with his thumb. You hadn't reacted, so at first he figured you were sleeping. When he leaned over your still form for a better look at your face, he noticed your eyes were open, bloodshot and dry, staring off into space with a dead expression. Had you even been blinking? It felt like a shot to the heart.

"Sweetheart..." He whispered softly, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. "How are you feeling?"

You didn't respond. You couldn't. You'd screamed and cried until your throat went hoarse. There were no words left to speak anymore.

Leon sighed, brushing your hair away from your face, putting his ear up to your back just to make sure he could hear your heartbeat, hear your breathing. "I know you're scared, princess, but this is going to be so good for us, for you," He spoke against your warmth. "You're going to be just fine, I promise. I'm here for you every step of the way."

Once again... you didn't respond. He'd said it all many times before. You just huffed out a short, hardly noticeable breath from your nose, blinking slowly, gaze still fixed on the bare wall ahead of you.

Still, Leon persisted. "Come on, baby, let's get up, now... You wanna go sit outside for a while? Take a bath, have something to eat?"

You shook your head so slightly he barely registered the movement.

He was trying so hard not to be angry with you, but you'd been refusing to move for weeks now and the longer you kept it up, the more worried he felt about the baby. You'd barely had a bite to eat or a sip of water since you found out, something that pained him deeply but he thought you would snap out of it. He had no idea how to proceed. He wasn't expecting it to be like this. With the precious cargo you were carrying, he couldn't bring himself to get too rough with you, but he couldn't just sit back and watch you rot, either.

With a measured breath he sat back, taking a step out of the dark, stale bedroom to collect himself where you couldn't see him. He didn't want you to feel like a burden, too.

Leon paced the house as he wracked his brain for a solution. He could drug you, but he didn't want to risk it now that you were pregnant. If he tried to hold you down and force feed you, not only would that make things leagues worse, it was possible you'd hurt yourself trying to fight him off of you like he knew you would. This was shaping up to be his biggest hurdle with you yet.

While he was unsure how exactly he was going to pull it off, Leon had a feeling it might cheer you up a bit to get out of the house. You would be safe as long as you were with him, and maybe if you realized what he would be willing to grant you for good behavior, you'd feel more incentivized to pull yourself out of this slump.

Whether you wanted to or not, however, he knew you needed a bath and he didn't plan on taking you anywhere until you'd at least had that. He had an inkling it would make you feel better, too.

Leon took a deep breath to collect himself and prepare for you to fight him before he returned to the bedroom.

Unsurprisingly, you still hadn't moved. He approached warily, kneeling at the side of the bed directly in your unmoving line of sight. Your eyes were so vacant, it was like you were looking through him. Leon brushed a lock of your messy hair away from your face before speaking softly, "C'mon, pup. Let's take a bath, okay?"

You made an unintelligible noise of disapproval but otherwise didn't react. He was actually a bit shocked by how easy it was for him to scoop your limp body into his arms and lift you from your place on the bed.

What he didn't know was that the fight had largely drained out of you now. Like, seriously this time. You weren't stupid-- you knew this was the end of any slim chance you might have had to escape. You knew he was scarcely going to let you out of his sight now that you were carrying his child. You knew every safety precaution and escape prevention measure he'd already implemented was going to ramp up by roughly ten thousand percent. This was truly the end for you, the nail in the coffin of the life that once was. You were at his mercy now and you knew it.

So, you figured, why try at all? If he was so intent on controlling each and every aspect of your life, then why not let him? Why not make him? You couldn't care less about yourself anymore. You didn't even feel like yourself anymore. Every last ounce of autonomy you had left had been consumed by him.

Those were the only thoughts trudging through your dizzy, muddy brain as he sat you on the countertop, trying to undress you as you slumped into his shoulder. It was all you could bring yourself to think about as he lowered you into the bathtub full of water that was just a little bit too hot. By the time he began cupping the scalding water in his hands to wet your hair, you felt as though you were watching it all happen in third person. You weren't you anymore, you were Leon's dumb little helpless puppy, and that's all you would ever be.

You were brought out of your trance a little when you realized, seconds later, that he'd asked you something. "Hm...? W-What?" You said weakly, voice hoarse as he scrubbed you with sweet smelling soap.

He smiled softly, shaking his head as he repeated himself, "I asked if you feel better, sweetheart. Do you?"

"Oh..." You trailed off in thought for a moment. Did you? Did it matter? "I guess," You whispered flatly. "T-Thanks."

"Good," Leon hummed, running a soapy washcloth over the expanse of your back. You were getting a little bony and it was making him nervous. "How would you like to go out with me today?" He asked.

It took you a second to respond, given that was a question you never expected to hear from him in a million years. You turned to look at him almost suspiciously through your wet hair. "Go... out?" You rasped.

"Mhm," Leon nodded, rinsing the washcloth with water so he could wipe away what was left of the soap. "I think it'd be nice to get out of the house for a while, don't you? You've been so good for me, princess. You deserve it."

You nodded eagerly, gazing up at him through your lashes. "W-Where are we going?" You asked.

"I don't know, sweetheart, where would you like to go?"

You could have vomited just from the sudden influx of excitement. Not only was he taking you out of the house, he was giving you the choice of where you wanted to go. You wished you had more time to strategize, but you had a feeling he would catch on to your impure thoughts if you took too long to answer him, so you spewed out the first thing that came to mind.

"I-I wanna go to the botanical garden," You blurted out. "I wanna walk around and look at all the flowers."

Leon hummed in thought for a moment before pressing a kiss to the crown of your freshly washed hair. "You wanna go look at the pretty flowers, princess?" He asked, lips brushing against you.

"Mhm," You nodded, toying with the surface of the water with your fingertips.

"I think that sounds really nice. What a good suggestion, sweet girl," He agreed, brushing his lips over your temple before reaching for the plug to drain the bathtub. "But... I need you to promise me two things before we leave, okay?"

Leon reached for the fluffiest pink towel he could find before helping you slowly get up from the tub, wrapping you up with a soft kiss to your forehead. A bit faint just from standing, you wobbled on your feet as you blinked slowly and answered him, "Okay..."

He wrapped his arms around you to steady you, bringing the towel up to dry off your hair, "Number one, you hold my hand at all times, no matter what," He began. You expected the next request to be just another way to say 'no running off' but were surprised as he continued. "Number two," He said, "You have to eat something before we leave."

"M'not hungry..." You sighed, taking his hand as he led you back into the bedroom.

"Well, that's too bad, sweetheart," He replied, messing up your hair playfully. "You gotta eat something, or no botanical garden. It's non-negotiable."

Leon helped you to sit on the bed as he rummaged through the closet for you. His eyes quickly landed on a thin white sundress of yours, one he'd taken a liking to when he first saw you wear it... from a distance. But that was before, this is now, and now you'd be wearing it while pregnant with his child. He thought it was perfect.

He laid out the dress neatly on the bed next to you as you brought your towel up to dry your hair. The sundress was soon joined by a pair of frilly white socks and and comfortable white shoes. Leon always dressed you quite femininely but this was... pastoral. You eyed the outfit with an unreadable look on your face as Leon began applying lotion to your freshly showered skin.

Leon was always adamant about your post-bathing ritual. It was no secret he loved to take any opportunity he could find to pamper and dote on you, and while it might have been something that seriously gave you the creeps just a few months ago, it had come to be something you looked forward to every day. It was nice to be so thoroughly cared for, to have someone who would pay such close attention to your every need.

And it wasn't so bad having a strong, handsome man like Leon rubbing lotion into your naked body.

You recoiled at the thought, turning your head away as if you were worried he could hear what you were thinking. Cheeks going red, you busied yourself continuing to pat your hair dry with the towel.

Leon raised an eyebrow, kissing up the length of your leg as he began the transition from lotion to a light sunscreen-- he couldn't have his poor darling burning up in the sun, after all-- and there was a certain knowing gleam in his blue eyes as he asked, "Something the matter?"

"Mm-mm," You hummed, shaking your head. "Just spaced out for a second."

He nodded slowly, an air of playful suspicion to him now. Sometimes you wondered if he really could read your thoughts.

As soon as Leon was satisfied with your skin care, he watched as you stood to get dressed before beckoning you into his lap so he could brush your hair. You felt a familiar warmth pooling between your legs as you slid into his lap. Screwing your eyes shut in an effort to regroup, you silently cursed the universe for making you feel so sensitive today. You had a feeling it was a symptom of your... condition.

The fact that your body had betrayed you in so many ways made you want to scream. First your brain began to soak him in like a sponge, then your womb accepted his seed. Now, as if it were some primal monkey brain shit at play, you were finding yourself more and more infatuated with him by the day and you were hardly even that pregnant yet.

You sat stiffly in his lap as he gently brushed out every last little knot in your hair, careful not to tug too hard, pressing the odd kiss to your shoulders every now and then. It would seem your pregnancy had softened something in him, too-- not that you were really surprised. After all, this was what he'd wanted since the day he laid eyes on you for the first time.

Your internal commentary was interrupted by his voice as he finished up brushing your damp hair. "What do you want to eat, honey?"

You shrugged apathetically. "I don't care. You pick," You mumbled.

It wasn't an easy task for Leon to ignore your apathy. He was really worried about you, but he didn't want to stress you out, either, not any more than you already were. If handling the bulk of your decision-making for a while was what it would take to get you back on track, he would do it gladly-- not that he wouldn't do it regardless-- but he ached to see you smile again. He missed your sweet personality. He missed the light in your eyes, or whatever was left of it after all these months of captivity.

Leon took hold of you at the waist to lift you from his lap so he could stand and lead you downstairs to the kitchen, a hand at the small of your back the whole time you walked. He took notice of the fact that you hadn't even chanced a look at the sliding glass door like you normally would. You kept your head down and just followed his lead. He wasn't sure whether he should feel proud of your obedience or more deeply worried about your lack of concern.

He lifted you up into a chair at the kitchen island, pouring you a glass of juice to keep you occupied while he decided on something to make for you. You sipped idly at the juice, confident it hadn't been tampered with given you watched him prepare it for you.

"What are you most excited to see at the gardens?" Leon asked over his shoulder, cracking two eggs into a pan. He was trying to keep you engaged, distracted from whatever thoughts were swimming around in that little head of yours.

You shrugged again. "I'm just excited to go outside, honestly," You hummed, taking another sip of juice.

Leon nodded. "I think it'll be good for you, sweetheart. You need some vitamin D," He agreed, as if it wasn't his fault that you were in this position to begin with. It didn't go over your head but it didn't phase you, either-- you were used to the irony of it all by now. He continued, "What's your favorite flower?"

You resisted the urge to make a sideways comment, to tell him he should know that already since he clearly knows so much about you. Biting it back, not wanting to ruin what was currently shaping up to be a pretty good day, you answered simply and honestly, "Bleeding hearts."

"Hm... pretty and pink. I'm not surprised," He smiled softly, putting two slices of bread in the toaster as your eggs cooked.

You let out a little huff of breath that was easy to mistake for a laugh, and Leon did. His smile grew as he assumed you were feeling better already. It wasn't long before he presented you with a plate of eggs and toast, something he figured would be bland enough not to upset your empty stomach but would still provide you enough sustenance to be walking around in the sun for the afternoon. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes when he provided you with colorful plastic cutlery to eat with, clearly made for children. His safety measures for you were already multiplying each day since you'd returned three positive pregnancy tests.

As much as the thought of eating something made your sour stomach twist up into knots, the thought of Leon forcing you to eat something made you even more violently ill. Again, you decided not to test his patience today. You picked at the food on your plate with a shaking hand as he rubbed your back to encourage you, and it wasn't long before you switched into an entirely different mode of brain function in order to complete the task. Seconds melted into minutes as the food disappeared slowly from your plate and your eyes glazed over into a blank expression. Leon didn't seem to notice.

Well, that, or he didn't really care as long as you were doing what he'd asked of you.

You were halfway through your second piece of toast when you were gripped back to reality by the sound of his voice once again.

"Good girl," He hummed lowly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Doin' so good for me, aren't you?"

You nodded vacantly, casting a weak smile at him. It was in that moment you realized that last half-slice of toast was the only thing left-- for the first time in months you'd actually cleared your plate. Leon could barely contain his pride.

As much as it irked you to play by his rules, you had to rationalize it somehow. You weren't the only one eating anymore.

You quickly brushed off the thought, preferring to act as though you weren't pregnant at all, for your own sanity. If you put too much energy into thinking about it, it'd ruin your day, and all you really wanted right now was one day to pretend this wasn't happening, to pretend Leon was just your sweet, well-meaning boyfriend taking you out on a date, to pretend this was normal and you'd asked for this.

To pretend you weren't growing a piece of him inside of you.

When you came to again Leon was helping you put your shoes on. The journey from the kitchen island to the front door passed by in a blur and now you were in his passenger seat, Leon's warm, broad hand on your thigh as the sunny city rolled by through the window, music playing quietly from the speakers. Without even realizing it, you squirmed into his touch, subconsciously enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours, the feeling of connection. It stirred something inside you that was just a little too confusing to address right now.

"It's pretty out today," You said, now trying to distract yourself from your own brain.

"It is, huh?" He asked, lip upturned in a handsome smile as he squeezed your leg in agreement. "You picked a good day to go look at the flowers."

"Mhm," You hummed, sitting up in your seat just enough to get a better view of the landscape around you. "What day is it?" You asked.

Leon quirked an eyebrow at you curiously. "Wednesday," He said. "May 31."

"May 31," You repeated to yourself in a near whisper, and he watched as the cogs turned in your head. "We've been together for... five months?"

"Six," He corrected you gently, thumb caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh. "Six months, princess."

It was odd to think it'd been that long since you'd last slept in your own bed, but at the same time, it was a little jarring to know it'd only been that long. As far as you were concerned, you could have been under his roof for a full year now, but no... only six months. Less than a school year, a season and a half, just two thirds of a human gestation period. You swallowed dryly as you made the realization that you would likely be birthing Leon's child just weeks after the anniversary of your capture.

The universe can be quite cruel with its timing.

Moments later the botanical gardens came into view and you could hardly sit still. Leon was soaking in your excitement, glad that his plan to get you out of the house was seeming to work. He hadn't seen you literally squirm with excitement since... well, since before he actually took you in. It was a lovely sight and it restored his faith in his own ability to support your well-being.

Leon parked the car and looked over to you, putting a hand over yours to grab your attention as you reached to unbuckle your seatbelt. "Sweetheart," He said, "Do you remember what you promised me?"

You nodded impatiently.

"I want to hear you say it, doll," He added.

"I promised to hold your hand the whole time, no matter what," You recited his instruction back to him, squeezing his hand as if to drive the point home that you understood and planned to obey him. "I still promise."

Leon smiled softly, taking the keys out of the ignition and gifting you a sweet kiss for being so smart. "Good girl. Let's go, then."

He was quick to circle around and open your door for you, taking your hand tightly in his own as the two of you began to walk. The entrance to the botanical gardens loomed tall and green overhead, a twisting arch spotted with blossoming flowers in several different colors. A gentle breeze carried the sweet, fragrant smell with it, blanketing the surrounding area with a floral aroma that was impossible to miss. It was summer.

You were practically dragging Leon along behind you as you charged forward eagerly, drawn to the scent and the sight of life. Given most normal people were at work or at school in the middle of the week, the two of you had most of the gardens to yourselves save for the odd retired couple here and there. It was quiet and beautiful and perfect.

"Slow down, princess," Leon laughed softly, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you in closer to him. "The flowers aren't going anywhere."

"I know, I'm sorry," You couldn't quit beaming as you spoke. "I'm just so happy..."

Leon smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You don't need to apologize for being happy, baby," He said. "That's all I've ever wanted, you know that, right?"

You nodded, turning to him on your tip toes to give him a kiss.

It would seem that some time spent outdoors was something you both needed sorely. You were soaking up every last ray of sunshine like it was your job and Leon was taking immense pride in your obedience. Every last thing about this was the exact image of what he'd hoped for with you-- an afternoon stroll through the botanical gardens, his seed inside you, your hand in his, all smiles... It really was all he'd ever wanted.

"Look at these ones, daddy," Now it was your voice breaking him out of his train of thought. Leon looked over to see you burying your nose in a bush of baby blue hydrangeas. "They smell so good," You said, eyelids fluttering shut as you breathed in the air around them. You couldn't help but think they reminded you of the color of Leon's eyes. Perhaps that was why you were so drawn to them.

Leon drew in beside you, bringing one of the soft blue blossoms up to his nose. "They do, huh?" He grinned.

"Mhm," You nodded, your slight attention span being snatched up quickly by something you saw in the distance.

The paths through the garden wound up like a maze, each walkway communing around a carved marble structure, tall white pillars that circled around a statue of a woman. The statue depicted her draped in cool marble robes that hung from her body like water, a bundle of various flowers cradled in her arms. It was a fitting piece for such a place, surrounded by bushels of bright white roses.

"So pretty," You marveled, mouth agape as you rushed over to where the path opened up into that precious, artful sanctuary. Soft golden sunlight graced the curvature of the statue and the petals of each surrounding flower, the textured pillars cutting shadows in thick stripes over the marble and greenery.

Leon tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, hand on your hip from behind as he spoke into your ear to regain your attention. "Look, angel," He pointed to your left, directing your eyes over to a little nook in the pathway. "Bleeding hearts. Your favorite."

You gasped excitedly, tugging at his hand as you went barreling over there. The little pathway curved a few feet down into a dead end, a tunnel of carefully manicured bushes lined with your favorite flower blooming in abundance. Your eyes went starry and wide as you took your time appreciating each and every blossom to the very back of the tunnel. Leon followed close behind, basking in your expression.

At the end of the tunnel was a waist-high, standing placard. You were just looking down to read it when you were startled by Leon coming up close behind, gripping your hips firmly.

"Are you having fun, princess?" He asked lowly, nibbling at the shell of your ear, broad hands feeling over the thin fabric of your dress.

You nodded, blushing. "I am," You answered, and you were being honest. "T-Thank you, daddy."

Leon hummed with approval, warm breath casting over the curve of your neck as he spoke. "You're very welcome, sweetheart," He said, lips tracing lightly over the junction of your neck and shoulder, raising goosebumps in their path. "Been so good for me, haven't you? Such a good, sweet girl for your daddy..."

His hands continued to wander, one feeling up the texture of your dress until it reached your chest and the other slipping beneath the hem at the middle of your thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat, cheeks burning at the feeling of his fingertips dancing slowly up between your legs.

"W-Wait..." You sighed softly, thighs shifting around his hand. "What if someone sees?"

Leon hummed with indifference, dragging two fingertips over the seat of your panties, making you shiver. "Let them," He said. "Let them see just how completely you belong to me, huh, pup?"

You keened into his touch, planting your palms on the placard in front of you to maintain your balance. Becoming quickly drunk off of his affection, you tried one last time to convince him otherwise. "Won't we get in trouble?" You asked.

He responded with a low chuckle against your throat, like you were ridiculous for even asking. "I'm not worried about that, angel."

You wanted to ask why not but the question died in your throat when he pushed your panties aside and sank a finger into your wet folds, dragging slowly up until he brushed over your clit, making you twitch and purr. Subconsciously your hips rutted back toward him, bumping softly against his own, and he couldn't help but chuckle under his breath at how needy you were already. It took him all but two seconds to connect the dots as to why you were so sensitive for him.

The thought alone made his pupils dilate with lust, nearly swallowing his cobalt irises whole. He clamped his teeth into your shoulder dominantly, rubbing slow, hard circles into your jewel. You moaned, quickly biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to keep quiet.

Now it was his hips knocking impatiently into yours as he grew harder and harder beneath his jeans. You were so needy for him because you were pregnant with his child and finally, finally your body understood down to a cellular level that you belonged to him, that you needed him. The hand of his that was toying with your breast slid down to rest on your stomach. You weren't quite showing yet, but that didn't matter. He could feel his seed growing inside you, he could smell it on you, taste it on you. Now more than ever you were full of him.

"Mine," He growled into your hot skin, two fingers sinking into your slick hole without warning. You gasped, knuckles briefly whitening on the edges of the metal placard as your head swam with bliss-- it was only a couple of seconds before the sting melted away into pleasure as he pumped in and out of you. "All fucking mine..."

Holding back every last little noise, you didn't want to risk opening your mouth to speak. You bucked into the palm of his hand eagerly, beckoning him to continue, craving the full feeling of being stuffed with him.

Luckily for you, Leon was equally as anxious to get to the good part. He brought his hands away from you just long enough to unbuckle his belt and free his hard, weeping cock, flipping your dress up over the curve of your spine before he drove hungrily into your dripping pussy.

You couldn't stay quiet anymore. Your jaw dropped open with a high whine as you drove your hips back, pushing yourself back up against him until he was buried inside you as deeply as he could go. The palm of his hand quickly found your stomach again as he began pounding into you, the sound of skin on skin flooding the otherwise silent garden.

You mewled breathlessly, steadying yourself against the placard as your vision went blurry with need. "D-Daddy--"

"I've got you, pretty baby," He grunted into your ear, putting just enough pressure on your stomach to allow the both of you to more intensely feel the way he fucked into you. "My girl... my fuckin' girl. You're gonna be the prettiest mommy in the whole world, you know that? I'm gonna knock you up over and over and over again until you can't fucking stand it anymore, until you're begging me to stop..."

A deep shiver rolled over your body, fanning the flame that was growing inside you. You couldn't just feel how wet you were, you could hear it with every meeting of Leon's hips against your ass. You cried out an unintelligible string of curses and repeats of his name as a bead of your own arousal ran down the inside of your thigh.

"That's it, you like that, don't you, princess? My perfect little dolly, taking everything I give you and loving every second of it," He continued, littering your throat with bites and wet kisses as he spoke. "Gonna make you my wife and fuck you full of my babies and you're gonna love it. I can't wait until you start showing... then everyone will know you're mine."

The hand that was holding your hip just a second ago ghosted over your stomach and down between your legs, the pads of his fingers quickly finding your pearl. Your knees buckled a little as he began toying with you, rubbing in circles with various applications of pressure and speed until you were clenching around him, sucking his cock deeply into you until you could feel the swollen head of him knocking against your cervix. Tears welled up in your eyes as the pleasure continued to build and build and build in your core, each and every snap of his hips nudging you closer and closer to the edge.

If his words were true-- and you had a feeling he was serious about what he'd said-- then perhaps the future ahead of you wasn't so grim. He'd well and truly claimed you and as wrong as you knew it was, you felt electric, babbling and crying out in pleasured whines as he fucked you in broad daylight. You found yourself thinking that maybe you could get used to this.

Leon's teeth sank into your shoulder as your walls pulsed around him, tears spilling out over your cheeks as your vision went white and you soaked his cock with your release. Only seconds later you felt him shudder behind you as he buried himself into you down to the hilt and stuffed you full of his load.

He was whispering sweet little praises in your ear of a job well done while you floated back down to Earth, your vision clearing up again with time as you both caught your breath. He stayed inside you for now, pressing gentle kisses over the bite marks on your neck and shoulder. Once the world around you was in color again, everything just a little more vibrant to you now, your eyes focused on the placard you were perched on.

Dicentra, known as "bleeding hearts," are native to eastern Asia and North America. Part of the poppy family, these unique plants bloom in the Spring with pink and white heart-shaped flowers.

Bleeding hearts are said to symbolize unconditional love, but also heartbreak and sadness.

You didn't have time to digest the irony of that as your attention was pulled back to the matter at hand-- Leon slowly pulled out of you, cum leaking from your spent hole as he fixed your panties and dress. He buttoned his jeans and fastened his belt again, holding out his hand for you to take, a smug smile on his face as he asked, "Wanna look around some more?"

It took you a second to register his words, but finally you nodded, smoothing your dress down over your thighs before taking his hand, allowing him to lead you out of the little tunnel of bleeding hearts. It was hard to pretend like your legs weren't wobbly, and even harder to act like you couldn't feel the sticky pool of warm cum growing in the seat of your panties with every shaky step you took.

It was a lovely afternoon. The two of you enjoyed the serenity and color of the garden for another hour or so before deciding to call it a day.

Leon was feeling pretty proud of himself as you drifted into a content nap during the commute home. Looks like he'd pulled you out of that slump.

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sunflawyer · 1 month

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"... I miss you."

just a little something because i miss drawing them so so much... (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ trying something new from my usual artstyle, i think im liking it so far! took 6 hours though...

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thepenguinwriter · 2 months

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°• The main cast + Lucifer ♡ Wholesome Lust •°

°• Fem!succubus!reader •°

~ Contains; fem!succubus!reader (obv), spoilers for ep 6 (at Vaggie's part), vague mention of Valentino, mention of depression, wholesomeness, all relationships platonic except for Lucifer's

~ All gifs from @/atttwoood (except for the Lucifer one)

~ Small tw; possible eyestrain/bright colours for the gifs

°• Charlie •°

- ♡ She's absolutely DELIGHTED to meet another hellborn

- ♡ Especially someone from a different ring

- ♡ She may be the Princess of Hell but she, surprisingly, doesn't travel her realm much

- ♡ She loves hearing about your culture, which is why you often end up telling her stories

- ♡ And we know demons from Lust are the only ones who have Asmodean crystals and are able to traverse to the human realm

- ♡ When she finds out, she squeals and begs to hear tales about what life on Earth is like

- ♡ She knows nothing at all about it apart from the tales of creation, but that is not much

- ♡ You don't believe hellborn demons can be redeemed, but you stay at the hotel. For her sake.

°• Vaggie •°

- ◇ Oh boy, was she MAD when you showed up at the hotel

- ◇ She's a fallen angel, she knows jackshit about different culture in Hell, so she is absolutely confused when you tell her you were born in Hell

- ◇ She thought Charlie was special for that??

- ◇ You explain that you're a succubus, to which she can only become more defensive

- ◇ All she's heard of your kind were dreadful stories about you sucking life out of men in their sleep, or something along those lines..

- ◇ She only agrees to let you in after her dearest, Charlie convinces her

- ◇ It was after a stressful day when you were both alone in the hotel parlor, sitting in silence

- ◇ You were fidgeting with a strange ring so she asked you about it

°• "Oh, this? It's an Asmodean Crystal!" •°

- ◇ After the confusion for her wore off you explained to her what they were for, and she listened in stunned silence

- ◇ A demon able to go to the living world? How is that even possible?!

- ◇ Whenever you return from a visit to the human world, you always bring her a small trinket

- ◇ She coos quietly and gives you a hug. She hates to admit it, but she's warmes up to you.

°• Angel Dust •°

- ♡ The first thing that caught his attention was the fact that you were from the Lust ring

- ♡ He immediately started questioning you about what it's like there

- ♡ Given his circumstances with Val, he was shocked to hear how nice you described it

- ♡ He always jokes with you about him actually belonging there, but he really does wish he could go with you for a visit

- ♡ But of course, sinners are stuck in the Pride ring. Bummer.

- ♡ You always make sure to bring him something from your home ring though if you visit

- ♡ A little knick-knack, if you will

- ♡ He's even more intrigued when you tell him about the Asmodean Crystals

- ♡ He pesters you with questions constantly about how the world is currently going

- ♡ You can't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.

°• Alastor •°

- ♤ Oh, what's this? A hellborn demon?

- ♤ He is INTRIGUED

- ♤ He isn't a big conversation starter, so he only ever talks to you when you come to him

- ♤ But he enjoys your company quite a lot, actually

- ♤ He, like Charlie, loves hearing about your culture and myths surrounding it

- ♤ He isn't really interested in the Lust ring itself, but you make it sound so good it's hard not to listen

- ♤ One morning he invites you to drink tea with him

- ♤ It was then that he noticed your unusual ring and asked about it

- ♤ When I tell you he is fascinated, I'm understating it

- ♤ But he isn't interested in prying about the living world like Angel

- ♤ In his opinion, technology has ruined many things already

- ♤ You roll your eyes a bit at his dramatic speech, but a smile is plastered on your face.

°• Husk •°

- ♤ In all honesty, he does not care a single bit about where you came from

- ♤ As long as you don't bother him, you're alright in his book

- ♤ You often come to the bar and talk to him, which is why he knows so much about you against his will

- ♤ You absolutely tell him embarrasing things you've seen humans do while drunk

- ♤ You might even try seducing him if you're really wasted, but he shuts that off quickly

- ♤ He starts seeing a lot of similarities between you and Angel

- ♤ You're basically the more mentally stable version

- ♤ He doesn't pry about your life at all

- ♤ He's just glad to have a... somewhat stable drinking buddy

°• Niffty •°

- ◇ Niffty's just a clueless chaotic gremlin

- ◇ She's very curious and asks a lot of questions, but you bet your ass when you start answering, if she sees a bug she will run off without hesitation

- ◇ Girlie's attention span doesn't exist

- ◇ She's trying, but she can't help it

- ◇ But one thing that REALLY interests her is your weird, shiny ring...

- ◇ The whole time you're telling her about it, she's staring at it with the BIGGEST sparkling eyes

- ◇ She keeps it safe from the other residents because she views it as such a special thing

- ◇ She's CONSTANTLY cleaning it too, to keep it bright and shiny!

°• Sir Pentious •°

- ◇ To be honest, he's been here for such a long time and he's still SO DAMN CLUELESS about everything

- ◇ He's so interested when you tell him you're from the Lust ring

- ◇ Mostly because he has literally no idea what you're talking about

- ◇ You tell him everything and you see his gaze gradually lighting up more and more until they're as bright as christmas lights

- ◇ He probably did not notice your crystal ring at all actually

- ◇ But after you explain it, he can't talk about anything else

- ◇ He CONSTANTLY, and I do mean constantly, pesters you with questions about the Lust ring, the human world, being a succubus, etc. In his own awkward way

- ◇ Man is so awkward he just does not know when to stop

- ◇ You're so interesting to him, he cherishes you more than anyone else.

°• Lucifer •°

- ☆ Lucifer never thought he'd find love again

- ☆ Especially from someone who's hellborn

- ☆ But here you were - a simple succubus, sweeping the King of Hell off his feet

- ☆ He could only hope his second wife wouldn't leave him like Lilith...

- ☆ You, surprising to him, are very understanding regarding his trauma and depression

- ☆ Hearing you talk enthusiastically about your home ring always brings the biggest smile onto his face

- ☆ Meeting your new step-daughter was quite awkward at first, but you got along surprisingly well

- ☆ You take him to visit the Lust ring on special occasions

- ☆ He is always amazed, no doubt

- ☆ For a long time, he thought all of Hell was a mistake, all his fault

- ☆ But ever since he met you, he's glad he offered the apple to Eve.

Hello my dear readers! I tried a new format, what do yall think? 👀 anyway this took me SO long, like literally 3 hours or smth so. Hope u enjoy!

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