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MISSED DESTINATION | s. yo, bnha ˗ˏˋ shindou yo x f!reader ˗ˏˋ wc: 2079 ˗ˏˋ nsfw (18+), nsfw (18+), alcohol intoxication, modern!au, taxi driver!shindou, unprotected sex, creampie, car sex, fingering, light exhibitionism, minimal masturbation, oral sex (f! receiving)

hera's kinktober: day 3 of 16. taglist form here.

you stumbled out of the club, smoothing down the front of your dress as you steadied yourself. the night air was cool against your face—a welcome contrast to the hot, smoke-filled haze inside the club.

your mind was full of the overwhelming need to be home, to satiate the dull ache that’d been growing in your core from the moment you took your first sip of alcohol, to dream up scenarios in your head since clearly no man in real life—or at least, in that club—could compare to your imagination.

frustrated, you stepped out to the curb, throwing your arm up in an attempt to call a taxi over.

this is what happens when everyone i go out with is cuffed, i guess, you grumbled internally, hoisting your slipping purse back onto your shoulder. you’d left in a hurry, telling your friends not to worry and that they should just meet you back at the hotel you were staying at whenever they felt ready to leave the club. at least i can shower first and have the room to myself for a little while.

a car pulled over in front of you, a sense of relief washing over you as you realized that you could finally go home. you held the top of your dress to your chest as you bent to open the door, being careful to not stumble at the curb.

“hi, can you take me to the ritz?” you asked, slumping down comfortably in the backseat.

“sure,” a voice as smooth as velvet replied. “is it just you, darlin’?”

you perked up at the use of the pet name, focusing your eyes on the man in the driver’s seat. sober, rational you would have texted your friends the license plate of the car, but the you right now was drunk and horny—looking for a suitable target.

the man glanced at you through the rearview mirror, and from your angle in the back, you were able to catch sight of the crisp, white button down he wore with the first couple of buttons undone, leaving just enough space for the sparkle of his silver chain to peek through.

your eyes flickered up, meeting his in the reflection.

“just me, love.”

he merely smiled before starting to drive off.

“so you’re not from around here, are ya sweetie?” he asked casually, keeping his dark eyes fixed on you.

“no, i’m not,” you responded lightly, letting the strap of your dress fall a bit as you relaxed into the soft leather, lolling your head back so that he got a good view of your neckline. “came here with some friends, but ‘m goin’ back early.”

he cocked an eyebrow.

“they all have boyfriends,” you answered his silent question. “clubs are boring if there’s no one to dance with, you know.”

“and by that, you mean that no one danced with you?” he laughed lightly. “don’t lie, sweets.”

“it’s true,” you huffed, spreading your legs comfortably. “why else would i be going back early?”

“mmm,” he mused. “i suppose.”

maybe it was the alcohol talking, maybe it was the touch you craved, maybe it was just recklessness and adrenaline racing through your blood—but a tiny, devilish voice in the back of your head was responsible for bringing your left hand to rest on your breast, and letting your right traverse between your legs. the little shame you had left made you shift your purse so that it sat perched on your lap—a shitty attempt at hiding your driver’s view from seeing your fingers dip below the hem of your dress and up to your panties.

“hmm,” you breathed. “it’s a little hot in here, mind rolling down the windows?”

“of course.”

the breeze that rushed in made your hair flutter about your face, your earrings sparkling and dangling cutely.

your little ruse was too easy to figure out, the little purse on your lap obscuring just his view of your fingers and panties. he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock straining against his pants.

your eyes fluttered closed, using the alcohol flowing in your veins as an excuse to let go and ignore your surroundings, focusing instead on getting your fingers closer and closer to the deepening wet spot in your panties.

through the mirror, he watched your lips part slightly, your chest rising with shallow breaths.

the bulge in his pants continued to strain until he felt as though he could take it no longer, and in a moment of desperation he unclasped his seatbelt, the sound of it clacking into place jolting you out of your haze.

“oh? isn’t that dangerous?” you asked sweetly, innocently peering at him as though the tips of your fingers weren’t drenched in your slick.

“don’t you worry, angel, i’m pulling over,” he responded, making up his mind in an instant. “since you looked like you needed some help.”

before his words could even fully register in your mind, he pulled over in a dark sidestreet, the gentle sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze filling the air.

slowly, you remove your fingers from your hole, hiding them under your purse as you watch him get out of the car and stride towards the backseat door.

“w-why did we stop?” you asked, a mixture of fear and adrenaline creeping through your veins.

“i told you already,” he replied, folding the front seats easily and pushing them forward before crouching in front of you, his face by your knees. “you looked like you needed help.”

he coaxed a gasp from you, spreading your legs forcibly, causing your already too-short dress to hike up, exposing your darkened lacy panties.

“did you really think you could get away with touching yourself in my backseat, love?” he cooed, rolling your panties down your thighs. “that’s cute.”

your breath hitched in your throat, the feeling of your bare ass touching the leather seat only arousing you further.

“you’re lucky i won’t charge you for staining my seats,” he chuckled, looking up at you with blown out pupils full of lust. “it’s okay, i understand—you’re just so wet, sweetheart, stains are inevitable, you know?”

you whimpered when he breached your entrance, the feeling of just one fingertip sending shocks throughout your body.

“and—god, you’re fuckin’ tight,” he nearly moaned, mesmerized by the way your walls clenched around his finger.

you watched his fingers slide in and out of you, letting yourself relax way too easily in this man’s—this stranger’s—touch.

keeping a steady pace as he pumped one finger, and then two, and then three into you, he spread your thighs further, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the insides of your thigh.

“you got awfully quiet, sweets,” he said, looking up to study your face.

“kinda,” you breathed. “kinda hard to focus, y’know.”

he grinned, pulling his fingers out and sucking on them, relishing the sweet taste of your arousal.

“oh, my bad.”

he ducked his head to press a light kiss to your swollen clit, flicking his tongue over the nub, holding your thighs down to the seat as you spasmed.

your breathing grew more erratic, closing your eyes as the heat in your core started to spread. his tongue flitted in and out of you, pulling spasm after spasm out of you as you failed to anticipate what he’d do next.

he lapped up your slick like a man starved, the muscles in his forearm rippling as he continued to hold you down.

“c-close,” you said, strained. “‘m so close, please—”

he squeezed your soft flesh, as if to say go on, go on darlin’, you can do it, and you did, you came with a jolt, breaking free of his hold to wrap his head with your plushy thighs, moaning and panting as he helped you through your release.

the soft moonlight filtering through the window cast a pretty glow upon the light sheen of sweat covering your neck and chest, the city’s pretty night lights glimmering in their reflection on your skin.

he pulled away, watching you heave and pant, your half-lidded eyes looking down at him with an odd glimmer.

licking his lips, he smiled, about to move away when something compelled you to act, your hands reaching out to root themselves in his soft black waves, gripping and pulling him towards your face and locking his lips with yours in a deep kiss.

his tongue pushed past your lips, dancing with yours in a slow waltz as his hands explored the skin you hid beneath the fabric of the dress, trailing further upwards until he reached your breasts.

you could feel the hard bulge of his cock pressing against your leg and you reached for it, stroking it through his pants and growing more confident with your ministrations as he moaned into your mouth.

he pulled away briefly just to undo his pants, letting his cock spring free and swiftly moving to sit, pulling you onto his lap in the same motion so that you straddled him.

the buzz of the alcohol in your system caused you to register everything just a couple of moments late, only understanding your position when his cock was fully lined up with your dripping entrance, the head kissing your swollen lips.

there was a second where you could have sworn that time stopped, and you sat hovering above his lap, hands resting on his broad shoulders, dress straps hanging off your shoulders so low that your tits slipped out the top and the bottom riding so high that it lay about your waist, lipstick stains decorating his swollen mouth, two pairs of lust-filled, fucked out eyes staring into each other.

it was the only moment in which you felt your mind totally clear, and it really only lasted for a second—because in the next, he was inside you, fully sheathed in the comfort of your tight, wet cunt, wrapping him so tightly that each vein, each ridge of his cock found its place within your gummy walls.

breathy, light moans tumbled from both of your lips at the same time, mixing in the air as your juices combined in your core, his hands pressing bruises into your soft hips as he lifted and pushed you down onto his cock. your head fell back in pleasure and his fell forward into your chest, you drunk off the alcohol and him drunk off your pussy.

he latched onto your nipple, his tongue tracing shapes around the sensitive bud without losing pace, fucking you down into his cock.

“mmnh—god, pl-please don’t stop—!” you mewled, just barely holding onto his shoulders.

“don’t worry baby ‘m not stoppin’, not ‘till i feel that pretty pussy cream ‘round my cock, alright?” he breathed, his voice unsteady as he tried with all of his might to stop himself from cumming right then and there.

you babbled incoherently in response, too preoccupied with the sensation of being full, so utterly full of his cock that you couldn’t string two damn words together, and you fucking loved it. loved feeling like a whore, bouncing on some taxi driver’s cock in his backseat, moaning and screaming like the cumslut you were, uncaring—hoping, even—that someone outside would hear.

your sensitive cunt clenched and squeezed for all it was worth, feeling your pleasure about to burst at the seams as you approached your second high.

“fuck,” he said, gritting his teeth. “gotta stop doing that, ‘m gonna cum if you keep—”

but you were too high up to hear, or even care. his words went unprocessed, the knot in your stomach finally bursting, heat and pleasure and everything in between enveloping your body in a soft embrace. you came crashing down around him, letting your body slack in his arms, falling into the crook of his neck while your pussy contracted, milking him for his cum.

he felt his balls tighten, all too ready to empty everything they had into you, and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer from blowing his load into you, stream after stream of hot, thick cum coating your insides.

the two of you stayed put like that for a moment, catching your breath and letting your orgasms recede and fade.

“so,” he spoke, finally breaking the peaceful silence. “where was it that you were going, again?”

you smiled drunkenly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“your place?”

he laughed.

“sure thing, sweets.”

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Happy Father’s Day

Pairing: ID! Leon S. Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Warning/s: 18+ SMUT MDNI, p in v, unprotected sex, BREEDING, rough sex, creampie, mating press, praising, cockwarming, lmk if i missed anything

Note: It’s father’s day and Leon is the only daddy I know 🤪 sorry this is probably unhinged I just had to write this out rq sorry if its short- and i just HAD TO USE THIS GIF BECAUSE DADDY– also my breeding kink going brrrrr

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

You and Leon were once again entangled on the bed. His muscles tensed under your every touch, breathing becoming uneven and the grunts falling from his lips and yours- along with the hot sloppy kisses you shared.

“Are you really this needy?” He jokes, a little breathless as he sat up on his knees while you were all splayed out in front of him, the sight making him want to bury his throbbing cock inside of you already.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you stared him as he knelt before you, light sweat drenching both of your bodies but the glow of the afternoon sun hitting him–

It made him look like a fucking god.

But you had something else in store.

The moment Leon’s cock finally sinks in your drenched cunt, both of you moan out in pleasure as Leon supported himself to hover above you, your legs simply locking around his waist as he fucks you in missionary.

“So needy… squeezing me so tight already..” He chuckled, those blue eyes of his never leaving your face as he studied you with every slow thrust he gave.

You bit your lip and laugh with a slight heat to your cheeks.

“I just missed you..” You whisper against him as he moved his hips at a gentle pace. It was killing you. You wanted him to hold you down and fuck you till next week but no– this time you’d take your time, especially with what you had in store.

Leon probably didn’t have a clue what day it is, nor did he even care to as he was buried deep in you, but you knew.

Father’s Day.

Of course the two of you had talked about kids before but with your busy jobs, especially his, it was hard to find time to actually try for one. The two of you had been married for about three years now, settled into your new home and whatnot.

But you’ve seen the way Leon would watch as you two simply walked down the street and he’d spot some parents in the park- or anywhere really- playing with their children, picking them up, witnessing them with the brightest look on their faces.

While Leon looked like he longed for something like that, now with you on the picture. He wanted to have a family, with none other than you. His wife. But his job was a pain in the ass.

You wrap your arms around Leon’s neck, grazing your lip against his skin as you left hot open mouthed kisses, making him groan and put his chest flush against you as his movements slowly began to increase, making you moan out his name, hands tugging on his hair as your eyes rolled back.

The feel of him throbbing and dragging in and out of your soaked walls only made you want it more. Your hands now snaked over his back, pushing his hips down further against you.

Leon felt you clench around him and he chuckled lowly. “God- you- fuck..” He couldn’t even finish his sentence because your cunt was pulling his cock in so deep.

“Shit..” He breathed out as he stared at you with a light furrow to his brows before his eyes closed shut momentarily. “I’m not gonna last long with you doing that- ah..”

That was the plan.

You moaned as his pace finally increased as he sat upright back on his knees, holding your legs apart as he snapped his hips against yours making your body jolt and his hand instantly reaching for your tits, cupping it with his hand and squeezing.

“So fucking beautiful.” He uttured underneath his breath as he went back to grab at your hips to steady himself as he pounds into you. Him lifting your hips up, making him hit a new angle that had you seeing stars and grasping at the sheets.

“Leon- oh fuck yes just like that.” You whine.

The way you were reacting to him as he fucks you never gets old. It was like the first time all over again and he grunted in response, working harder and pressing you against the mattress. His finger slipped in between your legs to rub against your clit.

“O-oh fuck..” You whine out, arching your back as Leon worked for both of your orgasm.

You almost get sidetracked as you could feel him already twitching inside you.

“I’m close sweetheart, need you to cum for me, yeah? I just need to feel you cum for me..” He whispered, leaning back down to lazily kiss you, tongues meeting sloppily as you moaned against the kiss.

You were close, he was too.

Your mind was already buzzing, eager to experience that high but you still had to act. “L-Leon- Leon..” You call out for him in between pants as you held onto his strong arms.

“Y-yeah sweetheart? Fuck I’m so close..” You hear him say but your next words stunned him.

“C-cum inside me..”

Leon’s hips stuttered as he stared at you wide, pupils dilated as he gripped a little too tight on your thighs. “H-huh what..?”

“P-please Leon..” You begged. “F-fill me up.. w-wanna have kids with you..” You were starting to get lost in the pleasure as you rambled on about having kids with him and you wanting him to stuff you full of his cum.

Leon’s brain buzzed and it felt like a switch had been turned on that had his nerves setting aflame as he let out almost a growl.

“Fuck, sweetheart..” He was still holding back from folding you and fucking you until you were dripping of him as he tried to gather himself. “Y-you want this? You want me to cum inside you? Fuck a baby into you? Holy- fuck- shit..” His mind was racing.

You couldn’t respond further but you tried as you nodded desperately. “Yes- Yes Leon!”

“Fuck- thank you sweetheart- gonna cum inside you-“ Leon couldn’t believe it- the tiredness was washed out of his body, replaced by the need to shoot his load in you, his eyes glued to your belly, his mind already engaged in scenarios of your baby bump growing and he lets out a loud grunt of exertion.

His newfound energy being put to good use as he suddenly lifted your legs up, folding you, his arms grasping at the back of your knees as he held you in place as you continued to clench around him.

“Thank you baby- fuck I’ve wanted this for so long..” he managed to groan out as he fucks even deeper inside you. “I’m gonna make you a fucking mommy- you’re gonna be so good…”

All you could do was moan out your replies as he talked to you that way, the coil in your stomach bound to snap. “Leon- I’m so close- p-please..”

“Hold on, sweetheart… wanna do it together..” he breathily says as he leaned down and captured your lips, you kissing back without thought.

“A-alright come on- let go for me sweetheart- fuck! I’m- ah fuck cumming!” He moaned in your ear as his whole body stilled, his thighs shaking a little as he finally came inside you, the feeling making him dizzy a little.

When it did, you cried out in pleasure as your body spasms against his. “Yes- oh yes..” You chant out along with his name as you held him close, rolling your eyes back as he twitched inside you, spilling the last of his hot ropes in your walls.

It took a while as Leon grunted in your ear, breathing out and leaving a kiss on your neck as he shuddered at the sudden sensitivity of his cock.

“That- thank you sweetheart..” He whispers, chuckling as he carefully tried to pull away but you shook your head and held him in place as you bought your legs down.

“O-oh? You want me to stay inside you..?” Leon asked, you really never failed to take his breath away.

With your mind clouded with pleasure, you nod and he shakes his head with a smile, brushing stray hairs away from your face as he was careful to lay beside you whilst keeping himself sheathed inside you as he lets you hike your leg around him. Both of you catching your breath and Leon still couldn’t believe what happened.

“Did you really mean that..?” He asks once his breathing calmed down as he looked at you intently. You blinked up at him and nod, leaning in and kissing his jaw as you snuggled against him, the feeling of being so full of him making you sigh in content. “Yes, I did..”

Leon broke out into a wide grin, sending a kiss to your forehead as he pulled you closer. It seemed like every worry slipped away from him in that moment at the thought of finally getting to have this with you. “You’re amazing..” was all he managed to say as he let his lips linger against your head.

Tiredness was seeping into you as your eyelids droop close, not without you saying one last thing to Leon.

“Happy father’s day, honey.”

He's handsome and funny, girls do love a guy who can make them laugh... 🎳⚾⛳🏁🏀

I love darkedge Percy with all my soul but by god I love silly smartass Percy for good contrast and balance XD

Now this is a fairy tale...3:)

A Dragon’s Bride

Dragon Prince! Bakugo Katsuki x Fem! Fae Princess! Reader

Fanstasy AU

***18+ Fic***

If you are not 18 years old, you are not old enough to ride. Please exit the line and find another. Thank you and have a good day.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, smut, soft to rough sex, light fluff. Characters are aged up, Bakugo and reader are the same age.

Word Count: 4.7k

Author’s Note: So I had this idea after reading other fantasy AU fics, and I just really wanted a soft Bakugo. I know he’s an angry moody mf but idgaf aight? I didn’t wanna get super descriptive with the smut, just cause I wanted it to be more like ‘lovemaking’ than just sex, you feel me? Sorry if the pace is a little weird, I didn’t spend a whole lot of time on this lmao. Anyway, here’s dragon boi Bakubitch.

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I'm so hooked for this guy, he is like the sensitive man we women want to comfort and love! He deserves full happiness!!! And he is so handsome and hot!:'((TT)=_=O_o(*_*)

We gotta get Leon to his vacation!! An actual, real relaxing vacation. I feel like he’s the type to splurge on a nice hotel and fancy accommodations, get a good treat for himself- and you!

The destination doesn’t matter because with you around, most of his time is gonna be spent between your thighs anyways (unless there’s a nice secluded beach for… adventures. ;) )

i had like a prophetic revelation regarding this so here i am

this got a little long, lol

NSFT below. 18+ ONLY.

cw: exhibitionism, cunnilingus, p in v sex, creampie, breeding kink if u squint

Leon loves taking you places with the nicest fucking accommodations. Leon wants room service, he wants fancy fucking restaurants on site with a dress code, he wants a big stupid honeymoon suite with a hot tub bath and a big beautiful ocean view--literally just because he can.

And Leon gets loose on vacation. Relaxed beyond belief. He keeps himself controlled with his drinks, mind you, he wants to make sure to remember everything. He's the guy that makes sure you two get selfies at every given opportunity.

But what I can't stop thinking of is Leon being the little shithead that he is, and he tries to rile you up at every opportunity. You're lounging by the pool? Leon is oh so helpful and ready with sunscreen! And he's rubbing it across your back, pushing his thumbs into your muscles, dipping just a little too low toward the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms.

Conversely, he slathers it over the backs of your thighs and gets a little too close to the dip between them, knuckles maybe even brushing against you in a way that is incredibly inappropriate.

"Leon. Public pool."

"What? I'm just helping."

Or maybe you take that beach access and get into the water. Leon hugs you from behind, tucks his head to your chin, and he rocks with you and the movement of the waves. Meanwhile, his fingers have, decidedly, moved under you suit now and are trying to test your limits. He hears you huff, sees you open your mouth.

"Already looked. Nobody's around."

He's right. You sweep your gaze and the closest guests are far enough away to be pinpricks. His fingers pass over your clit a few times before you hear voices cresting the dunes behind you.

Leon tries to take you to that fancy restaurant on site. You both get so dressed up, so beautiful, and when you get there, Leon screwed up the reservation and made it for tomorrow night.

"We'll get room service," he says, shrugging.

So you do. You sit together in the room, watching the sun touch the waves, and you order the nicest things on the menu. It's not the lobster you would have had at the restaurant, but it's still good. Leon makes sure to order a nice bottle of wine, even though its not his taste, and you share it.

Leon can barely focus on his dinner, because now it's your turn to be a shithead. You take long breaks between bites to drag your hand up the inside of his thigh, finding the tent in his slacks. You press at him, just barely providing friction, before returning to your meal.

"Honey."

"Hm?"

Leon grins. He shakes his head, hair framing his handsome face, and you almost abandon your meal completely. After another round of your teasing, Leon does.

His silverware clatters. He picks you up from your chair and thuds you down onto the bed.

"You're a tease."

"I learned from the best," you shoot back.

Leon bites down on his lip. "That you did."

And then he's covering you. Tearing off that nice outfit, popping a seam or two, and he doesn't stop until he has you mounted on his face. His nose buried to your pelvis, his mouth lapping hungrily at your cunt, and your hands braced on the headboard of the bed.

Leon keeps his palms fixed on your thighs and pulls you tight to him. No hovering. He hates it. And he sucks your clit, flicks his tongue in long, noisy strokes until you come all over his face.

And while you're still shaking, he presses you onto your belly. Ruts into your still-fluttering pussy with groan. Drops his head to the back of your neck and breathes, "Fuck, you're gonna kill me one day."

"Don't sound so excited about it."

"I am excited about it." Leon laughs into your skin as he fucks into your tight, soaked cunt. "What better way to go?"

And you laugh, but it's cut off but your moan as Leon hefts your hips up, tilts you so your face is pressed firmly into the mattress with your ass in the air as your walls coax him deeper, flexing, milking. He's all whines, growls, and he feels like heaven inside of you. "Leon--ah, fuck, please." You arch your back, moaning. "Come inside me. Need it."

"Shit--yeah." His voice is eager. "That what you want? Full of me, dripping on the sheets?"

"Won't let it drip," you mutter, a smirk forming on your face. "Keeping it all."

"Goddammit--" It's unexpected, enough to snatch his soul from his body as he comes; his hips stutter, and there's a high-pitched moan of shock as he pumps deeper, cock bowing as he drains himself into your warm pussy. You can feel the way it coats you, hot and thick, and you claw lightly at the sheets.

Leon pulls out, and he stands on wobbly legs. He runs his hand over his forehead and sighs. "God, you are unbelievable." He catches a glimpse of his food, and he reaches over and grabs some, still staring at your form while he takes a bite. You roll over onto your back. You cross your legs. Keeping it all. Leon has to look up at the ceiling to keep his dick from getting hard immediately.

"You're welcome," you retort. You stick out your hand, and Leon passes you something to munch on. There's a knock on the door.

"Room service!"

"In a minute!" Leon scrambles to make himself decent, and he kisses your head. "That's dessert."

"I thought I was dessert."

"You can be," Leon promises. "Night's still young."

So hot...

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Leon experiences a good dose of jealousy.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: Leon (RE6) x fem!reader, unprotected sex, creampies, jealousy, hair pulling, overstimulation.

Leon swears he isn't a jealous man, he is an adult and responsible man. Jealousy he considers silly, for insecure or stupid guys. And he's nothing like that. But there's something about how his fingers seem to tingle every time another guy gets too close or talks to you like he knows everything about you. They don't know you like he knows you, no one does it like he does.

He hates how they make excuses to touch you, brush your shoulder or your hand, maybe.

He hates how some turn their head to look at the pretty little thing walking hand in hand.

Hate how the coffee shop worker down the street smiles too much at you or draws a little heart next to your name on the coffee cup.

He hates all that shit.

But, wait, he's not a jealous man.

So, why is he ramming you like he hates you? Like you did something wrong? It wasn't your fault that man tried to get a few smiles out of you by making dumb jokes. That man even had the audacity to run his fingers through a lock of your hair.

The same hair he was pulling mercilessly right now, clutching his fingers between your silky soft locks and burying your face in the sheets. Too bad, he won't be kind tonight.

You let out a small sob as you felt his fingers circle your clit again, with hard, firm strokes. Asking, no, demanding that you give him another orgasm. Which one was it? The second or the third? You were already too fucked up to be able to think of anything else.

"Come on, aren't you smiling anymore? huh?" He asks, almost indignantly. His heavy breathing brushed against your back, feeling him settle in so he could keep up with the brutal rhythm of his cock quickly burying itself in your pretty pussy. If you were a little more conscious, you'd start thinking about his words. What the hell is he talking about? You don't know.

But he knows, and he knows it well.

"What's the matter? H-Have you already gone dumb for a little attention?" his words dripped sarcasm, annoyance. His fingers released your clitoris, running his hand wet with your discharge up your abdomen to cup one of your breasts.

"Leon-! D-Don't stop, don't stop..." You mumbled completely dizzy without paying attention to his words, burying your flushed face in the unraveling sheets. Your fingers clutched at the sheets as if your life depended on it.

No matter how rough, you loved it. What more would a girl want than for her big, big boyfriend to ruin her tight little pussy? Exactly.

"I'm the only one, r-right? This pretty pussy belongs to me, I'll take care of branding it." he murmured, straightening her back a little. His hand released your hair, finally. Lowering both of his hands to your hips.

"Hold on, babe. Fuck-" He said, almost teasingly and you knew he had that cocky smile on his lips. His fingers dug into your hips, starting to push back your body to meet his onslaught. You could swear you could feel it in your stomach.

His head fell back and his jaw relaxed, lost in the ecstasy of the pleasure of your wet, tight walls fluttering around his cock eager to hit that sweet spot inside you. That spot that only he knows. Only him.

He furrows his brows as he feels his dick begin to jerk inside you, quivering as he stretches your walls like his favorite activity. He lowers his narrowed eyes, heavy with pleasure to your pussy watching the semen from his previous loads splatter your thighs from the force of his thrusts. What a mess, right? He was a disastrous man. He would be almost embarrassed if you caught him in the middle of his little tantrum.

"Oh, Honey, Honey, Honey..." Leon's hoarse huskiness became almost sticky, feeling his brain melt as his dick ached with how sensitive it was, its dripping tip focused on being able to give you another load.

"God, God, this pussy... This-Fuck..." He couldn't even finish his sentences. His gasps echoed in the room, along with the slaps of his full, straining balls slapping against the wetness of your skin.

He leaned forward, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and pushed his chest hard against your back, pinning your body in an almost animalistic way so he could empty his balls inside you. You heard him moan in an almost embarrassed way, you could tease him later.

His hips kept thrusting little thrusts, almost in an agonizing way trying to push more of his thick cum inside you, wanting to fill every space of the pussy he loved so much.

His little punishment didn't go very far, because the one who ended up fucked and with his balls as empty as his head, was him. You've got this man ruined.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: special mention to @ilylovelyz thanks for the idea and the support 🫶🏼💕💕

(💌) bye, bye !

Blush and fainted... ¯\(°_o)/¯

I…I need slightly skeevy Bakugou falling so deeply in love with you that he thinks of so many ways to trap you with him. The first, and most appealing, is getting you pregnant. So he hides (read: throws) away your birth control pills and next time he’s balls deep in your cunt he ignores the small pleas of “Katsuki I forgot to take my pill today”. That just get him rock hard and fucks into you even harder. He can picture it: ur soft breasts swollen and heavy, and ur tummy round and plump with his HIS kid. The kid would have ur wonderful curls and his eyes and he gets so overwhelmed he shoots ropes of cum into you.

cw: smut, mdni 18+, dub-con ? ( tagged with non-con too ), baby trapping, forced breeding, bakugou throws away birth control, scummy!bakugou and fem!reader.

:(( scumbag boyfriend!bakugou keeps you folded like a little deck chair, shivering as he forces himself brutally into your plush little pussy— probably stops wearin’ condoms too, especially after he’s chucked out your birth control— you’re so hot, so fucking tight around him with that stupid piece of latex outta the way...could you blame him now for breeding your little hole? surely you couldn’t, if you knew how it felt to have you wrapped around him like that, there’s no way you would blame him.

‘n besides, katsuki’s gotta keep you for himself. can’t have anyone rocking into your perfect pussy the way he does, getting his tummy slicked up with all that you leak— your fingers curling in his hair while you beg him to stop but your face pleads him to thrust there— right there. hitting the spot that makes the world a little clear and the sunshine a little brighter and butterflies dance in your lower belly.

“please don’ cum in me ‘suki,” you’re tellin’ him, begging him through your feather light and whiny gasps, your eyes are fuzzy and your mouth open wide with pleasure, taunting bakugou to spit in it and fill up a second hole with all of him. “gotta pull out, kay? don have any pills...forgot to take it—!” the heel of your foot starts digging into his lower back so hard that if he really wanted to pull out, he couldn’t. you’re practically begging him to trap you, keep you tied down with his brat and so is your warm little cunt. oh you want it so bad, he can tell by the way you greedily suck him in with every draw back of his hips— gummy walls clinging to every vein on his fat cock.

“why baby? you wan’ it, you wan’ it so fuckin’ bad,” he grunts, sharp teeth bearing down on your pretty neck— lewd slapping sounds twisting with the sex scented air, you keep on going to him. keep on gushing from between your puffy pussy lips and clawing at his back to bring katsuki closer and closer until your sweaty bodies are pressed up against each other. “you love this cock, you love me, don’t you?”

and of course you say yes, through ugly babyish tears and weak nods, making katsuki’s heart swell because his sweet girl loves him that much that she’d give him a baby? even if he threw away your pills and told you condoms you were for extras, you still loved him enough to cry on his cock and clamp down on him with a vice fucking grip that could milk the life out of him if he wasn’t holding back enough to make you cum too. calloused fingers flick at your swollen clit, rub and pinch your raw cunt until you’re arching your back and screaming for more more more.

you’re so good, you don’t even know it, body telling katsuki everything he wants to hear as he fucks you— shoves himself deep inside your wet walls, cockhead ripe with pre catching on every ridge. you want this baby, your body screams when your tits bounce at every thrust bakugou gives you— making him imagine how gorgeous they’ll be when full with milk for his shitty kid. he grips your thighs with his same rough palms, thinking of how doughy and pudgy they’ll become as you get rounder and rounder with his baby. he’ll wanna fuck you so bad, even more so than before— see if he can squeeze another brat into your cunt along side the one he’s about to give you.

and at the end of it, you’ll be stuck at home with leaky breasts and a bouncing baby, waiting for your scummy boyfriend at the end of everyday with a kiss and meal on the table all for him. bakugou needs that, he can’t just keep his desires in his head anymore. so he lets loose, languidly thrusting into your cunt even after you’ve squirted and your release is sloshing around between your bodies. the bed creaks below you and your cunt spasms so hard you might push katsuki out of you— it’s too late to say no now, you’ve been asking for it for so long now.

forehead pressed against yours, bakugou’s blonde hair sticking to your sweaty faces. “gonna cum, gonna fuckin’ cum, better take all this cum...yeah? yeah? fuck yeah,” his speech is slurred, tuning out all of your shouts and moans of protest that give away how much desire you still hold for your boyfriend. and before you know it, his balls stop slapping against your ass when he stills his hips, emoting a fresh load of his hot cum into your awaiting and abused cunt— bakugou thrusts once or twice more to make it stick, lining your fertile womb with potent white until some of it spills out like cream against his softening shaft— keeping your body trapped under his.

Like a bitch slap in the face!!!!X-(

A Lady’s Scout (and the Salt within her Soul)

A Lady’s Scout (and the Salt within her Soul)

   Marinette doesn’t know how the rumors started. Oh scratch that, of course she knows how the rumors started. Hell, she encouraged them herself!

   She was pissed, and rightfully so. Her friends had all left her, betraying her, forgetting her, leaving her behind for Lila. A single incident turned into multiples, and Marinette ended that same week in the back once more, now a permanent resident of the back row. All it took was a few crocodile tears from Lila to Miss Bustier, complaining about sight problems. But of course, she just needed to be a little closer to the board. Like Marinette’s spot kind of close. But it’s fine, because Marinette can sit with Nathaniel, and aren’t they such good friends?

   Marinette didn’t even try to complain, already knowing that she’d lose. And so she ended the week in the back, silently fuming as Alya didn’t even bat an eye at the change.

   And it only continued. Days turned into weeks, and the weeks never ended. Suddenly Marinette was being forgotten, abandoned on an island, watching in vain as her classmates were left in awe of Lila’s latest ‘travels’. Sure, she had Nathaniel, but he was wrapped up in his comic most of the time.

   So Marinette became wrapped up in her own little world of designs. Without her friends by her side, Marinette found herself with more free time than she’d had in months! (It looks like Lila can bring some good into her life!)

   The first creation was a fox themed shirt, styled after Rena Rouge’s costume. Bold orange merged seamlessly with a creamy white, little embroidery creating a picture in the corner for searching eyes to find. A little fox, prancing among the flowers. A little fox, searching for something.

   A little fox, searching for the Miraculous she’d never get again. Because why would she? Why would she, when she was no longer dependable? When she was no longer trustworthy, no longer loyal? When she’d forget Marinette for the next best thing?

   So maybe Marinette was a little bitter, but who could blame her? And besides, why would she want to keep a fox that betrays her when she could have a friend who would silently stand by her side, or rather sit there, and come up with his own little illusions each and every day?

   Fennec debuted three weeks after Marinette is exiled to the back, on a sunny day that does little to represent Alya’s mood.

   Marinette presented the shirt on that following Monday.

   “Th- thank you, Marinette,” Alya said, eyes widening as she gazed at the shirt. “But why is it fox themed?”

   “Oh, you reminded me of Rena,” Marinette said with a wink, but there was no smile on her face. There wasn’t one on Alya’s, either, but only teary eyes.

   Later, Marinette would look down at Alya and be met with skeptical, questioning eyes. But the eyes turned away quickly, downcast.

   Marinette watched on from her spot in the back, eyes searching for flaws. She found them in her partners, and she created.

   Next came a hoodie. A soft green, with a hexagonal pattern stitched in with darker thread. A hood, large enough for an old friend to hide his head in, even with a hat on.

   He was protective, but not of Ladybug. Only Rena Rouge, only ever Rena Rouge. But Rena was gone, and so he would be, too.

   Luka swapped teal for green, becoming Protecteur. Her protector. Because he’d never harmed her, he’d never betrayed her. He’d always been there, a silent support, and now he could be the same for Ladybug.

   When Marinette gave Nino the hoodie, his eyes locked with hers, an unusual trait.

   “Hey, what’s up with the Carapace theme, dudette?”

   “He was just like you, wasn’t he?” She asked, and then she was gone, hidden in the back.

   It’d be hard to miss how he tensed from so high up. Perhaps it was good, being forced to the back.

   A bee themed skirt was made quickly. Light and simple, the white skirt had little yellow bees buzzing along the hem. Cute, yet impractical. Focusing more on looks than on functionality.

   Yes, that was the way Marinette worked out her stress from Queen Bee, from the hero who never was, and never would be forevermore.

   She presented it before she chose a replacement, and was met with weariness.

   “You never give me gifts, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloé pointed out bluntly, eyes challenging. “What’s with the skirt?”

   “Oh, I just thought you’d like a little keepsake,” Marinette responded, already turning away.

   Three days later, a new bee was chosen. Monarch rose up, a force to be reckoned with.

   Kagami was all too happy to take up the mantle, to take out her stress on the poor Akuma victims. She was honored to be chosen, and Marinette was happy.

   Her team was chosen, fixed to her liking. She was protected, she was safe, no longer relying on classmates who would only let her down.

   And the rumors spread. From Alya and Nino, whispering to one another about what the gifts could mean. To an accidental comment near Lila, who used it as fuel to spread her fire. Because if Marinette knew…who’s to say she isn’t acting as some sort of scout?

   “Ladybug and I had a falling out,” Lila explained with a flip of her hair. “I didn’t approve of the idea, so she and I had a spat.” She smiled at Alya, all sugar and sweetness. “I’d never replace someone like you…but Marinette would encourage it.”

   Alya had glared at Marinette the rest of the week, and the whisperings picked up.

   Chloé learned from Lila, and came marching up to Marinette immediately.

   “Lila says you’re some kind of hero scout, huh?” Chloé said, shoving her face into Marinette’s. “What, are you some kind of goody two-shoes who talks to Ladybug, crying when someone upsets you?”

   Marinette raised an eyebrow. “Me? Why, I do nothing of the sort! I’d never complain to Ladybug like that.” She smiled, fully aware of the searching eyes. Aware of the awe stricken gaze Nathaniel sent her way, of the shock in Nino’s eyes and pure hatred in Alya’s. “I wouldn’t complain, but if she does come by for advice…who am I to lie?”

   She saw how Lila glared, teeth grinding. She saw how her classmates reacted, some with excitement, others with worry. Unsure how to feel, unsure how to act.

   Fennec, by then permanent much like her Bee and Turtle, questioned her during patrol, right in front of Chat Noir, Protecteur, and Monarch.

   “Hey, Ladybug?” Fennec asked, eyes full of nerves.

   “Yes, Fennec?”

   “Is Marinette some sort of hero scout for you?”

   With those words, Ladybug saw how her three teammates paused. Protecteur and Monarch seemed shocked by the words, Chat Noir just leaned in closer, waiting with baited breath for her answer.

   “She is,” Ladybug replied easily, knowing the rumors would spread, knowing the rumors would lead to hatred and excitement and an alibi. (Because how could Ladybug’s scout be a hero, especially Ladybug herself? It just wouldn’t be possible!) “I tried giving her the Fox Miraculous back during Sapotis, but she suggested a friend of hers. They were good, so I asked her for a Turtle recommendation. Carapace worked well. She thought Queen Bee could redeem herself, so we gave Chloé a shot.”

   “Why did you replace them?” Chat Noir asked. “If Marinette suggested them, why would you change your mind?”

   “They stopped being reliable.” Ladybug shrugged, twirling her yoyo. “They left Marinette alone to be isolated. They let their friend be threatened by a liar, and when Marinette finally admitted it to me? I can’t have people who act like that.”

   “Did she recommend us?” Protecteur asked, and Ladybug smiled.

   “You three were the first people she could think of, and she had shining recommendations for all three.”    She saw the way they reacted. Monarch smiled, Protecteur beamed, Fennec looked ready to have a stroke…and Chat Noir seemed pensive, eyes searching for something.

   Marinette went to class the next day, and things had changed. For some reason, Max, Kim, and Alix were being extra nice to her. For some reason, Adrien spoke directly to her, despite having shied away the moment Alya got mad. For some reason, she felt like she was being watched. It was more than usual, more than when Lila first spread the rumor that Marinette was a hero scout.

   But it didn’t click on why until Kagami spelled it out during lunch.

   “They want to be heroes, too,” Kagami muttered, inching closing to the bluenette. Luka dropped into the spot beside her, and Nathaniel quickly sat across from them, setting his bag in the last remaining spot.

   “So they think I can help with that?” Marinette questioned, an eyebrow raising.

   “You are a hero scout,” Nathaniel pointed out, cheeks tinted red with embarrassment. “If you deem someone worthy, Ladybug will give them the Miraculous.”

   Marinette glanced around, saw the way Kim eyed her, expression eager as he waved excitedly.

   Of course. Her one time Roi Singe…and the Pegasus and Bunnix to follow. They knew she had a say, and so they were sucking up to her.

   Marinette turned her gaze away, focusing on her true friends. “I only tell Ladybug about the real heroes,” she muttered, missing the way her three friends blushed.

   That night, she was itching to create, and so she did. A monkey inspired sweatband, with a tiny, comical version of Xuppu stitched on the inside. It only took a few hours, and Marinette was happy with it.

   Kim jogged up to her as she walked into the classroom, still beaming. “Hey, Marinette!” He said happily, as if he hadn’t ignored her, too. “Want to hangout soon? I have a track competition, you should come see it!”

“I can’t,” Marinette replied dismissively, “but here’s a good luck gift.” She pressed the sweatband into his palm, and watched him stumble as he realized what it meant.

“Oh…okay,” he said with a frown, deflated and hurt. He moped over to his seat, allowing Max to console him.

By lunchtime, Max seemed nervous, glancing at Marinette with panicked eyes. He seemed to be calculating, consulting Markov. Whatever he realized, it was enough to set him on edge.

   Two days later, he was sure of his results. Marinette came up to him, and she smiled coldly.

   “I made you these,” she said, and set a pair of sunglasses in his hands. “I thought you’d like them.” She turned, ignoring the way his eyes dropped, and then paused. “And don’t worry, they’ll protect your eyes from dangerous napkins.”

   Later that day, Marinette would sit at home and laugh at her comment, then continue on to start one of her final gifts.

   Her class was chaotic. Half of them followed her around like she was Lila, trying to do favors for her, trying to get into her good graces, trying to be someone special in her eyes. Many of them stayed far away, however, hiding from her sight, unsure if they should hate her or hate themselves, unsure what went wrong, unsure of what to do.

   And then she had her actual friends. Nathaniel, Luka, Kagami…

   And, according to the school, Ladybug.

   Alix became pushier. The young girl practically bounced like a rabbit as she’d follow Marinette around, trying to prove herself. She thought she was in the clear, that the future was set in stone. She owned the watch, after all, so it was rightfully hers, right?

   Marinette presented her with a hat, light blue with a little white pom pom on top, and Alix froze.

   Later that day, Ladybug made a trip to Alix’s house, and she left a perfect replica of the watch behind. Perfect, of course, except for the lack of a certain bunny-themed Kwami.

   Alix didn’t show up for school the next day, and Marinette didn’t bat an eye.

   Just like that, her team was complete, and justice had been served.

   But Marinette wasn’t done.

   No, because there was one last thing to do. One little thing.

   Marinette donned the Mouse, one last time. She split herself up, until a dozen little Multimice were running through the school. She snuck into each class, gathering information. Looking for future options.

   And playing her final card in the game she’d been playing for months.

   Her class was silent as Miss Bustier took attendance, eyes on their teacher as Multimouse slipped underneath the door.

   “Marinette?” Miss Bustier asked, eyes curious, and Multimouse raised her hand, as if on autopilot.

   “Here!” Her little voice squeaked out, and then she gasped, covering her mouth.

   But it was too late, she’d been ‘found’. Miss Bustier stared, wide-eyed, crouching down to see her student on the floor.

   “M- Marinette?” Miss Bustier asked, and Multimouse shook her head.

   “No, no, of course not!” But it was too late, wasn’t it? Marinette was never a good liar, was she?

   “You’re Multimouse?!” Alya shouted the question, hands slamming onto her desk. Lila, beside her, stared, but the stare quickly turned into a dangerous glare.

   “I, uh,” Multimouse sighed, curling in on herself. “Fuck.” She turned to face Miss Bustier. “I…I guess I’ll explain, but just wait a second. I’d rather do this at full height.”

   “Okay?” Miss Bustier nodded, still baffled. “What do you need?”

   “Oh, just my other me’s. They should be here right about now.” As if on cue (oh they were definitely on cue), the other Multimice came darting under the door, making their way to Multimouse. They went up to her, quickly combining into one normal-sized Multimouse.

   “Woah,” Nathaniel whispered, eyes shining with excitement. The rest of the class seemed to feel the same, any negative feelings forgotten (well, except for one certain girl) in the moment.

   “Why were there so many?” Rose asked, eyes searching for any others that may have stayed small. “What were they- you- doing?”

   Multimouse laughed. “Wasn’t it obvious? I’ve heard the rumors, guys, I know what you think.”

   She watched how they paused, how their mouths dropped and their eyes widened.

   “You were looking for new heroes?” Adrien asked, speaking up for once in his life, and Multimouse shrugged.

   “Ladybug wanted new blood. Sent me out to search. She’s done it a few times, dropping the Miraculous off so I could get stuff done.” She looked to Miss Bustier with the sweetest, most innocent smile she could ever give, and said, “I hope you understand why I’m late so often. I couldn’t exactly tell you the truth, it’s supposed to be a secret after all.”

   “Of course,” Miss Bustier said, and Multimouse smiled wider.

   (So maybe it’s a partial lie, but Marinette was sick of getting detention for saving the goddamn city every day.)

   “How long has this been going on?” Alya asked, hands shaking as she held onto her desk, as she struggled to not grab her phone.

   Multimouse made a show of pausing, of tapping her finger to her chin before smiling. “I’ve been sneaking around since Carapace’s debut. After that, Ladybug wanted me to search more often. It helped her get a grasp of what goes on in the world. She can’t have eyes everywhere, but I can.” She giggled, then frowned. “It’s been tough, having to hide this for so long. I had to hide from Chat Noir, too, in the beginning, in case he got possessed. If he only focused on Ladybug, he couldn’t go after me during my secret missions. I nearly lost the ability to use the Miraculous when I revealed my identity to him…oh no.”

   “What?” Adrien asked. “What’s wrong?”

   “I suppose Ladybug won’t use me any longer.” Multimouse hugged herself, looking out the window. “She can’t, not anymore.”

   “Why not?” Nathaniel asked, looking hurt.

   “You all know my identity. I can’t be a hero, it isn’t safe. Especially when Ladybug’s stalker- shit.”

   Like a conductor of an orchestra, Multimouse played them once more. She struggled to hold back her smirk as the class went berserk once more.

   “She has a stalker?” Adrien asked, slamming his hands on the desk. “Who is it?”

   Multimouse shrunk back. “It- it’s not my place to say. Ladybug said to be nice, that she can fight her own battles.”

   “Is someone hurting her?” Nino asked, and Multimouse just took another step back. “Who?”

   “I really shouldn’t-” but the class is wild now, and they want the truth. So Multimouse sighed and pulled on her jump rope, opening up a hidden phone. “Alright, I’ll call her.” She hit a few buttons, then nodded. “She’ll be here soon. I should go…Ladybug will want the Miraculous back.” One last sad look to her class, and then she leaped out of the window, sneaking up to the roof.

   One quick change later, Ladybug hopped into the classroom, eyes narrowed.

   This time, Alya pulled out the phone, finally unable to control her desire for footage. “Ladybug! Ma-”

   “Multimouse,” Ladybug cut off quickly.

   “Multimouse told us that you have a stalker?” Alya asked. “Who is it?”

   Ladybug raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you know? You put her on your blog every single week, after all.”

   Alya froze, and so did Lila.

   “I- I’m not-” Lila tried to start, but Ladybug was ready.

   “Lila Rossi has been claiming many things since she got to Paris. I’ve heard claims of her being Volpina, a superhero. I’ve heard her claim that she was a better hero than me, and that she and I are best friends. She’s been Akumatized multiple times, and I’m not quite so sure whether or not it’s just to get close to me. She has tormented my scout, ostracizing her and claiming that I would support her, that I would listen to her. Lila Rossi has created an illusion in her mind that I owe her my friendship, and that my scout has done her wrong, and I would never trust someone like her.” She glared at the girl, at the camera. “There is one good thing Lila Rossi has done. She has been a wonderful test for my previous temporaries in order to see where their loyalties are. Other than that, she has been stalking me, creating up stories, and ruining lives.” She glared at Alya. “Now, if that’s all you want, I must go find my scout. She seemed rather upset, and I’d rather not fight my favorite civilian.”

   Then she left the room, and she didn’t come back for the rest of the day. Instead she stayed home, claiming she felt sick, and let herself relax.

   She created her final design.

   When Marinette came into class the next day, she wore a beautiful pink dress, embroidered with little gray mice. The message was clear, and Nathaniel seemed disappointed. Adrien did, too, but Marinette wasn’t sure why.

   She was greeted with apologies, with promises to be better. With questions, wondering how she’d managed to be Multimouse for so long without raising suspicion. With admiration, as their friends realized who the true friend of Ladybug was.

   And Marinette just turned away, turned to her true chosen heroes.

   Later that day, rumors of a heroine in a dragon’s red were heard, and if Ladybug was suspiciously absent…

   Well, the other heroes enjoyed patrolling with their scout, and the world was right for one more day.  —– And with that, I have finally written this fic! Thank you to @liamnl for letting me use this idea, it was really fun! (To be honest, I wasn’t sure how to end it, so I figured Marinette could get her last revenge and call out Lila once and for all.) I hope you all enjoyed it! <3

1st Hugtan now this cutie, why are precure babies so adorable and make people go crazy cuteness overload!!!!!??????????