Not Me Feeling Bad For Bakugo When He Was Looking At The Picture On His Phone 😩

would u write nsfw abt ayano?

I could try

Donor 1.5.

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Part 1

Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, creepy themes, pregnancy, vomit, talks of infant death.

Summary: The events of the pregnancy set along the middle of the first part.

W/C: 2.4k+

2.5 Weeks.

Gojo slowly stirs awake, his eyes instinctively opening to be met with the blindfold placed over them, having him pushing the side off of one of his eyes to make sure of his whereabouts. He’s at his apartment, on the couch of the living room of his penthouse with the large glass wall before him informing him of the early hours of the morning given the barely visible spew of sunlight over the horizon.

He remembers having gotten back home late, sitting with you on the couch and insisting that he ‘wasn’t that tired’ before ending up asleep on the couch. He groggily starts to wonder why he was woken up and quickly receives an answer to his question upon the sounds of retching coming from behind him to his left; the direction of your room. Gojo quickly stands up and rushes in, barging through your room and taking his blindfold off in the process before slamming open the door to your bathroom.

“Get out!” You try your best to shout, embarrassed at being seen spilling your guts out in the toilet. “Leave!” You shout once again, throwing a random object at the door to close it right before you continue expelling your dinner while Gojo keeps staring through the door in astonishment. You’re throwing up. You’re pregnant. You have to be, what other explanation is there? He did it. He impregnated you. Him.

It hurts him that you’re in pain, so much, but he’s never been so happy about your misfortune, or happy at all. You’re actually pregnant, and he can’t do anything but smile maniacally as he continues to watch you throwing up down to the last bit of food and stomach acid you had. You finally step out of the bathroom after having brushed your teeth and rush into Gojo’s arms to which his eyes widen open even further, lips parted in surprise as he slowly processes what’s happening.

His arms slowly move to wrap around you and hold you tightly, wanting to never let you go. He can’t believe you’re actually hugging him. It’s been so long since you actually hugged him. The last time you hugged him was before his incessant flirting grew too much for you, before you’d had enough of him continuously asking you out, hugging you, touching, it was before you finally put a stop to his displays of affection.

This has to be it, you have to be pregnant, and pregnancy is getting you hormonal and screwing with your emotions. If he had known that getting you pregnant would finally make you pliant, he would’ve knocked you up ages ago. “What’s wrong?” He innocently asks, pulling back enough to look at your watery eyes. “I want to be pregnant.” You sob. “You’re not?” He asks with confusion, not understanding what’s going on.

“I don’t know! I don’t want to take the test and see it say I’m not, I want to be pregnant.” You cry, your words only assuring him that you are pregnant, why else would you make a big fuss about something so simple? “Don’t worry, how about I run to the store to get you a few test? How does that sound?” He asks in a reassuring tone. “No! I’m supposed to wait until my period’s late.” You complain, tears starting to leave your eyes.

“Don’t worry,” He repeats himself. “Come on, just wait for me here, I’ll be back soon.” He directs you to the spot where he previously was at the living room before rushing to the nearest store for pregnancy tests.

2 Months.

Your eyelids finally start giving out on you and start closing, ready to succumb to the overwhelming exhaustion your body’s been put through only to be jolted awake once again and being forced to sit back up and plant your feet on the floor, coughing harshly into the empty trash can while retching only for nothing to come out, instead feeling the clenching pain of the muscles in your back desperately trying to squeeze something out.

There’s immediately a pair of hands on you, one making sure your hair’s out of the way and the other trying to rub soothing circles at the side of your upper back, where your back muscles ache the most. Your body finally gives up and you slump back in the pile of pillows against the wall, the back of your head hurting from constantly resting it on the once soft pillows which now feel as hard as stone.

With your hands resting on your sensitive stomach, you close your eyes in frustration with tears starting to leave trails down your cheeks for Gojo to quickly wipe them off. You sniffle and weakly open your eyes, struggling to lift one of your frail arms to hold his hand in yours to show your appreciation. “It hurts.” You quietly cry. “I know.” He sadly stares at you, looking down to your stomach and hoping your pain ends soon.

Ever since upon entering your third week into pregnancy, you’ve been vomiting almost every day. It wasn’t too serious then, you still managed to keep some food and water down for part of the day but now, you’ve been sick for almost half a week, unable to keep even liquids down and with the doctor constantly coming to your shared apartment to test out different medicines, none of which seemed to suit you yet. “… I didn’t think it’d hurt this much.” Your weak hand rubs your belly.

“…” Gojo stays quiet, not knowing how to console you while keeping his head down, finding it hard to watch how your body slowly deteriorates, dehydration really sinking in and taking it’s toll on your body. You haven’t gone to the bathroom in a whole day, your body never letting anything past your intestines, and every time Gojo tries to get you to walk to uncramp your body, you often get light headed and dizzy to the point that he always has to keep his hands on you.

“Wait here.” He gives you a soft sad smile, letting go of your hand and leaving the room, his room. Soon after the incessant throwing up, he insisted that you move into his room so he could ‘take care’ of you, and in your sensitive state, you agreed. Not long after, he finally comes back with his hands behind his back, shutting the door with his foot and careful to not let you see behind him. He sits in front of you once again and reveals a small present box beautifully decorated.

“What’s this?” You ask. “I was waiting to celebrate the start of your next trimester, but… here.” He hands you the box, waiting patiently for you to slowly pull it open. “It’s a doppler. For the baby’s heart rate.” He explains, having you instantly growing more emotional. You take your time taking out the tube of gel in the box and gently applying some on the end of the probe before turning on the device and starting to rub it along your lower stomach.

You turn the volume higher with a sniffle and hear some type of static as you move the probe around, trying to find your unborn baby. Once you reach a certain spot of your belly, the screen picks something up and displays the heart rate with the speaker playing the sound of the heartbeat. You immediately let out a cry with your free hand cupping your mouth, crying into it at the quick-paced sound of your baby’s heart.

8 Months.

You pull at the zipper and unzip the small luggage case and start putting in clothes, toiletries and other stuff you’ll need when you finally go into labor. You’d just come back from baby and pregnancy stores with Gojo and while you started packing, he was taking an awfully long time to ready the baby car seat. While you had already gotten some clothes to fit your pregnant belly along your pregnancy, and most of the stuff that you would need, he thought otherwise.

Gojo insisted that you’d get everything new, as if the baby clothes gifted to you were used, and managed to convince you by talking about his copious amounts of money and how they’re just sitting there. You pull out of the next bag a small swaddling blanket and look at it longingly, observing the white gender-neutral color with fluffy round bear ears at the top with a pink center in them.

You thought it’d be more exciting if you didn’t know the gender until the birth, but Gojo being a drama queen said that he couldn’t handle the suspense and still to this day insists on knowing the gender. You neatly fold the blanket and place it in the also brand new luggage case and next pull out a regular baby blanket with ducks on, continuing to pack until Gojo walks in your still shared room.

“Baby seat’s ready.” He notifies. “Are you sure?” You teasingly ask without looking over at him, continuing to pack the last of your items. “I think you’d be surprised by how well I placed it.” He smiles triumphantly while walking over to stand next to you. “Sure.” You lightly roll your eyes, zipping closed the case and having decided to double-check the seat before placing your baby in. As soon as you go to stand, he’s quick to help you up, offering both of his hands and gently pulling you to your feet given the extra weight.

“Thank you.” You thank him in a soft voice, smiling to your stomach as you take a seat on the edge of the bed with him sitting as well next to you. “… What’s going on in that head of yours?” He brushes your hair out of your face, something that you don’t think too much of due to being entrances in your unborn baby. “In just another month… I’m gonna be a mom.” You rub your belly.

10 Months.

You cry against Gojo’s chest with your hands gripping his shirt tightly, his arms wrapped around you in hopes that the warmth of his embrace can ease you if even just a bit. Your enormous stomach standing in the way of him being able to properly hug you only serves as a reminder of your worries, making you cry even harder. 10 months pregnant and nothing. Your baby just isn’t ready to come out yet and you’ve already tried everything, or everything you could.

You’ve exercised proper workouts for pregnant women, tried acupuncture, spicy foods, tried stimulating your own breasts which were far too sensitive to get anything but pain out of them, and still nothing. You know that stressing about it won’t help, but what else can you do? You can only handle so much, how else are you supposed to feel when so many complications can start arising; lack of oxygen, an infection, what else can you do?

“They’re doing it first thing in the morning.” Gojo brings up your scheduled cesarean in attempt to console you. You sniffle against his shirt and hold onto him tightly, trying to calm yourself with a few harsh coughs making it difficult. “Let me make you some tea.” He pulls away from the hug with a light frown, taking your hand and leading your waddling form from your bedroom to the kitchen.

Gojo, same as you, has been upset ever since your pregnancy started lasting longer, being just as worried for both of you. It’s been hard on him too, watching you try to somehow stay calm while knowing your baby could have stillbirth, a medical term that could never ease the blow of your baby’s possible death. You stand quietly as Gojo makes your tea, an unbearable silence surrounding you both with neither of you being able to look at each other.

“… Don’t worry, everything’s going to be alright.” He makes a poor attempt to console you with a hand brushing your hair away, being as upset as you are. “I’ve tried everything, everything I can, and nothing.” You sob with your eyes glued to the floor, your vision blurring from tears. He brings you in once again for a hug and holds you tightly, not wanting to let go as you continue to soak his shirt even further with your tears, feeling inconsolable.

You both stand together for a few minutes, the tea long forgotten and only starting to pull back when your arms feel tired, your arms lowering but still keeping your bodies pressed against each other. You feel him press his lips softly on your forehead and then lean his head into yours, holding you and hoping to make you feel better. “I’m sorry.” He quietly says, feeling himself starting to shed tears as well.

Opening your eyes to look at him, you see him already looking at you and take notice of his tears and slightly shaky figure, the sight making your heart ache even more. You reach up to his face and hold it in your trembling hands, wiping away the tears and looking at him with sorrow. He tries to narrow the space left between your faces with his nose gently bumping into yours to which your instinctively flinch yourself back, his hands on your body preventing you from putting space between you.

With your arms still on him, body pressed on his, and with the way you don’t push him away, he waits a few seconds to take in your unsure form, giving you time to move away if you wanted to, but when you don’t, he moves in closer. He notices how you slowly lean away from him but stop at a certain point to which he more than takes as an invitation, rather than noticing you can’t lean away any further.

You flinch when his lips touch yours, not yet kissing, but instead brushing together as if to test the waters, and when you don’t say anything to stop him, he moves to close the last gap between you… only for you to pull away with a harsh gasp. Gojo feels something inside him start to crack, his blood boiling and feeling like slapping you, but his thoughts are immediately shut down when he hears the sound of water splashing on the floor.

He freezes in place stiffly and does a slow scan of you, your hand clasped over your mouth, eyes wide staring between your feet, the dark damp spot on the cloth covering your lower region, and finally, the small puddle soaking your feet.

Are you accepting requests? If you do, can I request a Yandere! Satoru Gojo (or Yandere! Nanami Kento, you choose) pretending to be a gynecologist just to be able touch intimately his darling? I'm sorry for my English, it isn't my fist language. Have a nice day :)

Have a nice day too! My requests are open, I just don’t write it down because I’m a little scared of getting too many 😅 and your English is very nice, I’m really looking forward to writing this, thank you for requesting! 😁

Student Council Secrets.

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1980's! Student Council x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, fingering, katoptronophilia (arousal of having sexual activities in front of a mirror), degradation, hair pulling, spanking.

Summary: You study in deep thought your affairs with the members of the student council.

W/C: 1.3k+

You’ve always had a way of getting what you wanted, but being in the student council, you had to use less abrasive methods for your fellow student council members as opposed to how you operated in previous schools.

Joze Shiuba.

A most certainly endearing underclassman, being foreign obviously having helped in catching your eye. Your advances towards him were subtle enough to go unnoticed, unnoticed to everyone but him, after all, his youth didn’t help given the situation. You were pleasantly surprised when you caught him covering his lower region after having asked him to stay once one of the meetings was over. Everything else escalated rather quickly, leading you to learn how much of a pleaser he is.

You let out another audible breath, your legs spreading further open to welcome the soft hand between them. A small moan resonates from your throat while you lean back onto your arms, hands placed flat behind you as you remain sat between Joze’s opened legs, his clothed erection pressing against your bottom. His free hand gives your thigh small squeezes, taking advantage of the position of your legs resting over his own with little worry of someone walking in the student council room and peeking over the desk to spot you on the floor.

He focuses his middle and ring fingers to continue to curl against your g-spot with his thumb rubbing soft circles on your clit, just the way you taught him, all while remaining painfully hard in his pants. You reach for the zipper of his pants only for him to gently push your hand away, distracting you with a harsh stroke at the spongy spot of your soft inner walls, pushing you closer to your orgasm. “You não have to…” He quietly speaks, his words reminding you of how he mixes languages when he’s flustered.

Ken Kyonashima

A handsome young man who was quite easy to get acquainted with, though unfortunately, suffers from a bad case of obliviousness. He’s the only target you needed to be bold with, though of course; privately. Your most difficult case… as well as misleading. It was quite the surprise that as soon as you cracked him, he demonstrated that he knew exactly what to do, showing you that despite being obvious, he’s far from innocent, and calling him inexperienced would be a mistake…

You run your hands over the bare skin of his naked back, your legs moving over his own to pull him closer while his lips detach from yours to press heated kisses along your neck. His hips continue to softly move against your own, grinding onto you with the tip of his length prodding inside you. Your back arches off the floor, his arm hooking under it to pull you closer to him, pressing your stomachs together.

His other arm lowers himself closer to you, nearly letting his whole weight down on you to press your bodies which were stripped naked despite being in a classroom. With an arm wrapped around his back, your free hand trails over to his shoulder, continuing a path over his stretched arm to meet with his hand which is quick to take a hold of yours, locking its fingers with yours.

Reiichi Tanaami.

A cold and reserved attractive upperclassman who would’ve been impossible to break if he hadn’t already had an eye on you judging by the glances he’d steal at you. He was quite bold himself at the time you initially preyed on him. It ended up turning into a short-lived game in which you constantly misled him to frustrate him. He was quick to shut you off by saying he had no interest in games and straightforwardly asked if your wants were mutual or not.

A shaky breath leaves through your parted lips while your eyes flutter shut, remaining on your side with an arm folded under your head to cushion it from the firm movements against your body. “It seems someone’s enjoying themselves.” Reiichi comments with amusement, eyeing your pleased smile to which you respond with a moan while he somehow maintains his composure, though you know he’s having a difficult time controlling himself as well.

He holds onto your leg with a hand to keep it in place over his shoulder for a better angle while thrusting himself into you in a quick and steady pace, trying to keep the noise of skin on skin as minimum as possible. A hand instinctively goes over your stomach when he delivers a sudden harsh thrust, reminding you of his reach at your cervix before returning to press on it softer.

Daisaku Aragaki.

An enticing young man with an alluring dangerous persona despite his efforts to make up for his previous mistakes. A truly unique case; one that had you trailing after, following after, begging…all while he seemed to get off on it. He was the one to be constantly luring you in with false hopes only to leave you wanting- needing for more to which he only responded to once you became desperate enough.

“Look at you.” Daisaku speaks as you moan loudly, thankful for school hours being long over, leaving you free to let loose in the empty restrooms where he has you bent over one of the sinks. “Filthy girl.” He smirks before landing a harsh slap on your ass, his brutal pace punishing your hips which are already growing sore. His hand takes a hold of your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look at yourself in the mirror as you cry out.

“Harder!” You plead while he hammers the tip of his member against your cervix, his heavy balls slapping onto your clit as his free hand squeezes one of your ass cheeks in a bruising grip. “You’re disgusting,” He leans down to press his lips to your ear. “You think I don’t know you're fucking those other guys?” His words make your breath hitch in your throat. “This is all you're good for, slut.”

~*~

You’re shaken back to reality by a hand on your forearm, having you looking over to the source with a clueless expression. “What is it?” You ask. “I called your name twice.” Reiichi removes his hand from your arm while you remember you’re in a meeting. Clearing your throat, you compose yourself to keep the formal facade for the time being and excuse yourself. “My apologies, my mind was elsewhere.” Your eyes trail to the pot of tea at the center of the table as a short-lived silence takes over.

“Is something wrong?” Joze asks to be met by silence, not knowing what to answer. “You’re still worried about last week?” Ken asks. “… Yes.” You lie, unaware of the look that Daisaku gives you through the corner of his eye, letting out a silent scoff. “She’s gone, it’s pointless to place more thought into it.” Reichii’s words remind you of the second-year student who killed an upperclassman after he had witnessed her committing murder before him.

Truth to be told, your thoughts couldn’t have been further away from last week’s occurrences which hadn’t slowed either of them down…

“Well, it’s late anyway, we should be leaving soon.” Ken interjects, successfully defusing Reiichi’s slowly escalating anger towards the matter. “Does anyone else have anything to report?” Reiichi asks, hearing words of negation in unison. “Very well then, dismissed.” Reiichi voice says followed by the light screech of chairs against the wooden floor before everyone exits one after the other through the sliding doors.

Joze is a submissive pleaser while Ken is a romantic partner who encourages giving and receiving equally as well as deep intimacy. Both Reiichi and Daisaku are dominant partners but whereas Reiichi is as precise in his sexual activities with you as in his everyday life actions; never giving you more than needed, Daisaku has no problem overstimulating you as much as possible, disrespecting you in every way possible as much as your body ached for.

All four of them are completely different… though they do have one thing in common; regardless of last week’s misfortune, neither of them had slowed down.

Hi I know it’s been awhile since you wrote bitter work but I really like it (I reread it like every week 😅) and I was wondering if there will ever be a part 2? Or if there won’t be another part then what do you imagine happening with reader and bakugo?

I AM SO SORRY! I COULD’VE SWORN I ANSWERED YOU BUT THIS IS STILL HERE 😱

Anyway, I have a few ideas of what I’d like to have on a part 2 but it’s not enough, so I don’t want to force it out. As of now, I don’t plan on making a part 2 but maybe I’ll change my mind 😅

Shared Pain 2.

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Part 1

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Lucifer x Male! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, whipping, physical abuse (depending on the view of the reader), crying, oral sex; ass-eating, rimming/rim jobs, light humiliation, voyeurism, cumming untouched.

Summary: Following the events of stumbling into Lucifer's scene with his brother, you take it upon yourself to receive the rest of the younger brother's punishment, receiving a reward in return.

W/C: 1.4k+

“Would you like to share his pain?”

“What?” Your chest clenches. “Would you like to share his pain?” Lucifer repeats himself, noticing out of the corner of his eye how Mammon’s body stiffens at the suggestion. “It’s quite simple, really. You’ll simply be taking his place.” Lucifer explains, causing you to swallow thickly. “… Okay.” You quietly agree, unaware of how Mammon’s eyes widen. Lucifer lets you take your time slowly moving to the bed, gently laying yourself on your stomach next to Mammon with your arms crossed in front of your face.

“Stay.” Lucifer shoves back down Mammon after he tries to stand. “What the hell? Didn’t ya say-” “I didn’t say you could stand.” Lucifer sternly states, glaring down at him until he relaxes his body on the bed again, still facing away from you. You look ahead of yourself and quickly feel a pair of hands slowly trace their way up your legs from your thighs to your ass, giving a small squeeze before settling at the waist of your pants briefly, yanking them down harshly in one swift movement, earning himself a small gasp.

“I hope you don’t expect me to hold back…” You feel his hands reaching your underwear, slowly dragging it down to rest under the cheeks, managing to get a peek at your balls. You feel a light graze along your ass, almost in a teasing manner, taunting you before finally landing its first strike with a loud slap, your mouth instinctively opening to let out a muted scream, your breath having gotten caught in your throat.

You’re barely able to let out a shaky breath before another crack of the whip fills your ears, this time forcing an audible scream out of you. The frequency of the whips quickly picks up, having you burying your face in the sheets in attempt to muffle your screams. In no time, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, streaming down to soak the covers your hands grip onto tightly while your limbs quiver in pain.

The whip continues to land piercing stings on your already bruising skin for a few minutes, thin lines of its strikes having formed. Loud cries start mixing with your screams of agony until you have trouble breathing, the noise of your struggles to breathe letting Lucifer know it’s time to end your punishment. Once the whips cease, you feel your limbs relax, taking in choppy audible breaths for a moment before feeling something lightly grazing your cheeks again, having your stomach clenching.

The fear quickly dissipates when you receive the feel of a hand rather than the leather whip, giving soft caresses in attempt to soothe the pain, failing to do so and instead leaving burning traces along the tender skin. “You did so well.” You hear Lucifer whisper in your ear, making you aware of the warmth of his body leaning over yours and getting you to turn to look to the side to him, your gaze getting caught elsewhere instead.

Looking at Mammon staring at you with a somewhat embarrassed and sad expression, you wonder for how long he had been staring, missing the way his hips lightly grind into the bed. “I think you’re due for a reward.” Lucifer’s voice breaks your attention towards Mammon. Lucifer’s gloved hand moves your head forward and presses it down softly, as if to tell you to not move it from its place while he sets aside the whip.

As you finally feel yourself catching on to your breath, hearing shuffling in the background, you feel your pants along with your underwear being slowly dragged down, having you instinctively clench your thighs to prevent them from being dragged further down. “Now now, there’s no need to be difficult.” Lucifer speaks from behind you, fanning out breaths in the process, the warmth landing on your burning ass cheeks

Your body stiffens and your eyes widen, giving you no time to take in what’s happening and immediately feeling his wet tongue lick a slow stripe from your balls to your puckered hole after spreading the mounds. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing your opening without pushing in, his ears picking up on the shaky breath that leaves past your lips while noticing from the corner of his eyes the light tremble of your arms.

His arms wrap over your lower back to keep you pinned down as he returns to your balls, sucking softly at the skin to which your mouth falls open to moan in response while your eyes flutter. Lucifer looks over to his brother, seeing the lower half of his face concealed against his forearms crossed in front of him while he stares at you, involuntarily humping slowly into the bed his already painfully hard member.

Your body moves on its own to push itself closer onto Lucifer’s face who sucks one of your balls into his mouth, making you groan as you bury your face into the bed while attempting to grind onto his face, feeling your length hardening against the bed with precum slowly starting to leak from the tip. Your thighs squeeze together as you whimper, feeling his teeth biting down before moving higher up, grabbing handfuls of your ass to spread the cheeks open and settle at your clenching hole once again.

His tongue traces circles around your puckered hole, teasing you again as he smiles sadistically at the thought of his next action. You gasp at the feeling of him spitting on your hole with your cheeks burning from embarrassment while he smirks, content with the reaction he elicited from you. He presses his tongue against your hole, applying pressure to slip past the tight ring, finally shoving his tongue inside of you, taking you by surprise with a breathy whine escaping you.

You stick your ass out for him more with your legs spreading apart, uncovering your now fully hardened member dribbling more precum on the bed. His tongue struggles to swirl around your tight insides and thrust in and out of you, bringing it back in his mouth after every few strokes to take in the taste of your inner walls while the tightening in the pit of your stomach grows harder to ignore.

While Mammon watches the scene unfold before him, he becomes aware of the wet spot his precum has formed on the sheets, the soaked area starting to wet his lower stomach while his erection throbs, desperate to be touched. One of Lucifer’s hands manages to reach your hair, yanking your head back to pull it off the bed and hear your uncontrollable moans getting louder, babbling noises of pleasure without being coherent enough to be able to warn him of your release quickly approaching.

“I- I- I-” You moan with your eyes rolling back, a loud groan coming from deep within your throat as you cum with a twitch of your member, shooting your release on the bedsheets, emptying your balls. His hand releases your hair, letting your entire body slump deeper into the bed with your face falling back onto the covers while he continues to lick at your hole, bringing you down your high and leaving your softening length soiled.

As he finishes, he detaches himself from you, wiping his face with his gloved hand and staining it, standing from his spot and moving to lay on top of you, hearing a muffled ‘oof’ coming from you. He pulls your head back up with his hand under your jaw and licks up a trail of drool you hadn’t noticed on the right side of it. His other hand with his dirtied glove goes to grip at the whole underside of your jaw to tilt your head uncomfortable far back to capture your lips in his in a wet open-mouthed kiss.

He shoves his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your remains on him and grips your neck possessively. A small whimper interrupts your sloppy kiss, having you both pausing your actions and breaking apart to look to your right and see Mammon facing straight ahead with his hands clasped over his mouth and eyes clenched shut. His hands muffle a moan of relief and his body relaxes, his eyes remaining closed while Lucifer’s body leaves yours, stepping to his brother.

His hands grab Mammon’s hips and roll him over to the right, eyeing the large wet spot formed on the bed, a small white puddle in the middle of the darkened sheets. You both stare at him in silence, taking in his tired frame, seemingly about to fall asleep with his spent softening length resting over the drenched white hair on his glistening lower stomach as he dozes off.

Hi !! Not a request but i love ur works so much ,, have a nice day !! :) <3

Thank you, you too 😁

Midnight Relief.

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Belphegor x Fem! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, somnophilia, dub-con, vaginal sex, squirting.

Summary: Belphie is having a hard time sleeping and makes his way to your room to receive a different type of help than expected.

W/C: 1.2k+

“Y/N, are you here?” Belphie quietly asks while walking through your doorway, hand resting on the knob. He had just recently sent you a text stating that he couldn’t sleep and asking if he could sleep with you, but after getting no response, he decided to go over and check on you. “Oh, what’s this?” He innocently asks, closing the door behind him and approaching your sleeping form on the bed, eyeing the naked leg peeking out from under the covers.

His hand reaches forward to slowly push back the sheets, uncovering you and leaving your arms to hug the blanket. He takes in how his previously thought lost sweater rests on top of your body with nothing but your underwear covering your privates, thinking to himself just how… pliable you look. His fingers reach forward to gently trace lines along your thigh with the back of them, just barely caressing the skin and seeing how you shiver in return, goosebumps rising in your skin.

His cow print pillow is set aside on the corner of your bed before he carefully climbs on top, straddling your legs while trying to not wake you. While keeping himself up with a hand pressed on the mattress, his other one lays flat on the top of your thigh, running up and down the skin with the tips of his fingers slipping below your underwear. He continues his movements to test how deep asleep you are, successfully eliciting no reaction for you.

A hand fully slips into your underwear and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it in his hand and pulling it apart from the other cheek, no doubt having your puckered hole instinctively clenching. He grabs the waist of your underwear and slowly pulls it down, your underwear soon thrown to the floor, long forgotten while you unconsciously turn to lay on your stomach more, your sleeping body being familiar with what’s happening.

Belphie runs a thumb over your lower lips teasingly before spreading them to see the slightly dampening hole. “Hmm, what a cute little hole…” He sleepily smiles, prodding at the entrance with the tip of his thumb just barely slipping in, feeling your insides trying to suck him in while more slick escapes you. The rest of his hand moves to cup your mound with his thumb sliding between your folds a few times, resting on your clit afterwards to rub slow circles on it.

The pad continues to press on the nub, slowly adding more pressure the more circles it draws, pressing down harder to which your body responds by leaking more slick. A small moan leaves through your parted lips while your insides clench on nothing, starting to crave the feeling of being stretched. Belphie returns his finger to your opening, instantly feeling more wetness having collected around and spreading it to your folds.

Your soaked core makes him aware of the sudden tightness on his lower region, his pants feeling more constricting than previously. He traces back to the hole, nudging at the entrance briefly before slipping in with ease, the feeling of you swallowing him making him all the more painfully hard. While his thumb slowly thrusts in and out of you, teasing you, he sits back on his calves, his free hand going to his pants to unbutton them, pulling the zipper down and pushing them just below his ass along with his underwear.

He reaches inside the soft material and pulls out his hard member, giving himself a few lazy strokes with a soft pleased smile at the sight of his finger disappearing inside you as precum drips from his tip. He finishes with a harsh curl towards your g spot, receiving a groan from you, almost waking up. Your leg is hiked over your blanket while you leisurely slip back to the depths of your slumber, exposed to your lover who slips the tip of the head of his member through your soft insides with a small moan.

Your mouth falls open with a quiet gasp while his erection fully pushes inside you, the tip effortlessly reaching your cervix, making a small pause before shoving the last inch in. A small grunt escapes your mouth at the ruthless action, your hands weakly gripping at the bedcover and brows lightly knitting together while Belphie lets out a light chuckle at your reaction, grinding his length against you in attempt to press deeper the already harshly compressed head.

He moves to place his right leg between your own, resting his heavy balls on the top of the inside of your left thigh, having them brushing against your puffy folds. He starts drawing back his hips, gently doing so a few times to coat his length in your liquids before moving at a faster pace. His left hand grabs at your ass, pulling the cheek aside for better access, his other hand landing a slap on your right thigh and grabbing a fistful of it while starting to clap his hips against yours.

With his balls dragging along your thigh, he pants while plunging into you at a quick pace, desperate to empty his tight balls into you. With his thrusts becoming harder, you start to rouse from your sleep, your eyes blinking open with the first thing you notice being the moans you’re letting out in an even rate and the wet trail of drool having streamed down your cheek.

Your mind quickly catches up to your body and processes the feeling of your lower half being impaled by something, the pleasure crashing into you and having you moaning loudly, alerting your assailant of your awoken state. “Oh, hello there.” Belphie casually greets with an innocent smile, purposefully slamming into you to give you a hard time responding, the feeling of his cock seemingly reaching your guts clouding your mind.

You grit your teeth with your eyes rolling to the back of your head with a strangled moan while you hold onto your blanket tightly, your ass jutting further out to welcome him in deeper with a loud groan. “Fuuuuuck.” You helplessly moan at the coil in your stomach tightening at an unbearable rate, your lover feeling near his release as well.

“Ah- Ah- I- I- !” You moan in tune with his movements before clamping down almost painfully tight on him, a muted scream attempting to leave your mouth as you erupt on him, your cum gushing on him and soaking his pelvic muscle. “Ah!” He moans, stilling himself deep inside you and flooding your insides with a grunt while clenching his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut.

You remain still with your mouth agape and eyes wide, taking in how his cum fills you, his dick twitching inside you and balls clenching and unclenching against you. An audible sigh leaves him once he’s come down his high, letting you know he’s finished while you focus on catching your breath, your eyes falling shut once again. After regaining his composure, he lazily opens his eyes and smiles at the sight of your spent body, feeling warmth filling his chest.

He slips his soft member out of you with his release escaping your insides and pooling on your thigh, bending over your body and pulling your face towards him with his hand to sloppily kiss you. “Good morning.” He smiles almost cheekily. “Mn.” You hum in response without opening your eyes, too tired all over again. You hear him let out a soft chuckle before he settles behind you, falling asleep as well almost instantaneously and leaving you both soiled.

Yandere Simulator Masterlist.

Main Masterlist

202x

Ayano Aishi

Imagines

None Yet.

Headcanons

SFW

Ayano Aishi With Yandere S/O

NSFW

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Ayato Aishi

Imagines

SFW

Yandere No Sutoka

NSFW

Yandere No Sutoka 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

SFW

Ayato Slowly Falling For Ex-Best Friend Who He Previously Attempted To Murder

NSFW

None Yet.

Budo Masuta

Imagines

None Yet.

Headcanons

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Budo Masuta A-Z NSFW List

Umeji Kizuguchi

Imagines

None Yet.

Headcanons

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

Umeji Falling In Love

NSFW

Umeji Kizuguchi A-Z NSFW List

1980's

Student Council

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Student Council Secrets

ayato aishi smut? love your work btw 💪

Thank you! I’ve been thinking of a part 2 to yandere no sutoka with smut but I’ve been working and writing other stuff instead 😅