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Hhhhh breeding with Hawks. You just, ovulating and being extremely needy and desperate the whole time, while he tries (and fails ofc) to not indulge you because he knows that as soon as he gets his hands on you, you ain't leaving until you're stuffed to the brim and your tummy has formed a noticeable bulge from his seed, and y'all are still too young and ambitious for a child.

tw for breeding n baby trapping

no because i'm a whore for hawks and breeding :((( he's always been able to convince you the two of you aren't ready yet, he's only 22 and at the beginning of his hero career! you understand right?

but you don't. you're constantly on him, begging him to fuck you full and raw. "'s ovulation day, kei, wanna- wanna have a baby," you tell him and he's so torn. torn between finally indulging you and sticking true to his fear of tying the both of you down with child. he looks at you, doe eyes just begging him to fill you up and he feels his heart tear in two when he has to tell you, "we can't, sweetheart. not yet, okay?" and your eyes well up in tears as you storm off to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. he sighs; it's not like he doesn't want to, god he does. he does want to, knock you up, give you whatever you want but he's afraid of the kind of dad he'll be, if he can provide for you and for his little baby.

and when he's knocking on the door to your room, entering slowly he spots you curled up on your bed, scrolling through your feeds. you look up at him, and your lip trembles, mouth full of apologies. "'m sorry i got mad, i di'nt mean to, i just-" and he's over by your side in an instant, kissing your tears away and shushing you. "don't need t'be sorry, dovey," he whispers. "i'm sorry i can't give you what you want." he kisses you deep and sorrowful and you let him.

and somehow this culminates in you lying before him, legs spread and cunt glistening as he sinks his cock into you. "i gotta pull out, okay, baby?" he says but it's lost to you as he bottoms out, your gasps twisting into moans as he rocks into you. he grunts, your pussy warm and wet and swallowing him whole that he wonders how in god's name he's gonna have the strength to pull out. keigo's always so vocal when he's inside you, whining about how tight you are around his fat cock, how pretty you look with your tits bouncing with every thrust. "feels so fuckin' good, baby bird, fuck."

you nod, delirious out of your mind, the only thing coherent being how bad you want to feel his cum in you, painting you white, painting you his. you hold him tight, arms looped under his, digging your fingertips into his back as he stretches you out, bullying your cervix with his cockhead. your toes are curling, breathing shallow. "kei- kei, i'm close," you mumble, the familiar fire in your core burning every time he rocks his hips against yours. "'m gonna— kei, fuck, please don't stop—"

"won't," it sounds like a promise, the way he's gripping the sheets, the strain in his throat. "i won't, never gonna stop, baby," and he hangs his head, forehead pressed against yours.

"cum," you whisper, eyes wide. "wan' you t'cum in me, please, please," legs wrapping around his waist, caging him in. he shakes his head, but his hips don't stutter.

"can't, dovey, can't get you pregnant— fuck," he groans, and you tilt your head up to catch his lips in a kiss, swallow his breaths. "lemme- lemme out, baby, please, i can't— can't cum in you, not yet—"

but you don't. you keep bumping your hips up to meet his, your ankles digging into the divots of his hips, locking him inside you. he could push you off, hold your legs apart and pull out but he doesn't, not when your pussy is drooling around him, fluttering on the edge of cumming. not when you're begging him, please, please keigo, want you to, need to feel your cum in me! please, please gimme it, gimme it.

"dovey," his voice quivers, hips slowing down with a wince. "lemme out. can't get you pregnant, please—"

you whine, shake your head, whisper to him, wanna have your babies. wanna make you a daddy, keigo. and as soon as he hears it he's gone. consciousness leaves his brain as he groans, hips beginning it pump back into you.

"fine." he seethes, arm coming up to grip your chin firmly. "fine, brat. want my cum? i'll give it to you." he pounds against your hips, pelvis hitting your clit with so much force you almost black out. he's rough now, fucking you into the sheets, not letting up even when you stutter a c-cumming, i'm cumming, kei—! in fact he groans at the feeling of your cunt gushing, clenching around him.

"you asked for it," he reminds you, hips beginning to stutter. "asked for this. to make you my little breeding bitch, yeah?" and you nod, pathetic and dumb, every little thought oozing out of your ears. "gonna give it to ya— give you as many fuckin' kids as you want. make such a pretty mama, i know it."

you're whining, nails digging into his back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. he's hiking your legs up, pressing your thighs against your chest to fuck you fuller, deeper. "want me to get you pregnant, dovey?"

you nod. he tuts, flicking your empty head gently. "use your big girl words."

"wan' it," you gasp, feeling his dick pound your insides incessantly. "wan' you to fill me up, gimme your kids. wanna be pregnant, keigo, please!"

he kisses you as he cums, making your swallow his groans, his whines as he buries himself to the hilt in you. he cums loads, thick and potent and white, filling you to the brim until you can literally see a bump from where he's stuffed you full. you gasp at the pressure, at the way cum trickles down your ass as he moves.

but he doesn't pull out. keeps his cock in you, muttering, take it, baby, don't waste a drop, yeah? as your eyelids droop. "pretty girl," he coos over you, curling you into his chest, softening cock still inside. "gonna be a pretty mama too."

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w/ Katsuki, Eijirou, Shoto

note: all guys written about are aged up ofc!!

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

he imagined how it'd feel but wanted to throw the part of his brain that was responsible for imagination cause it didn't feel like how he thought it would

jesus fuck this man creamed as soon as he felt himself going deeper inside you than usual

and the moment you swallowed around him??? he just hopes you won't be talking too much tomorrow cause you won't be needing your voice after this lmao

"shit, what the fuck baby..." he groans, back arching as you shake your head slowly, pushing yourself lower even more to push him deeper.

and the look you give him?? those glassy, tear-stained eyes you have as you look up at him???

god that shit absolutely causes him to break.

he'll run his hand through your hair, clutching his fingers on it as he thrusts his entire length inside you

he's cumming one too many times inside your throat

moans, grunts, even babling. you hear it all.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

loses his reason

he goes absolutely feral the moment he sees his hair tickling the tip of your nose

he'll look at you with this innocent, surprised look with wide eyes, raised brows and a small o shaped mouth

but fuck right after the situation is settled in his head, he's fucking your throat the same way he'd fuck your cunt roughly

he uses two hands to hold your head in place as he uses you warm little throat for his own pleasure

and oh god when he cums and you swllow around him? when he feels your already tightly little throat tightening even more around his length?

"you just keep surprising me every night with something new, huh?" he chuckles darkly, combing your hair up, taking the hair tie from your wrist to tie around your hair

he leans back, using his elbow to support himself on the bed. "put that little erogenous zone to work."

TODOROKI SHOTO

this man is all about soft grunts during sexual activities, but the moment you push his tip past your usual soft palate andpast that, letting it enter untouched waters, you got yourself a loud moan

not only does his moan resonate around the room for the first time since you guys started having sex, but it's also his first time cumming so quickly

you pull away, swallowing his load as you look up at him with wide eyes

"Did you just-"

"Open your mouth." He orders, pushing your lips open. "This little thing will be doing one thing tonight and one thing only." He pushes his cock inside you, slowly feeling as he pushes down your throat

"And it won't be talking."

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JUSTICE!!!!!!!!🐎🏈🏉🏊🚂

Pusher... Is pushed and punished

OK so this salt fic is very dark… There will be severe bullying and threats and demands of suicide, there will be blood too but please understand that this fic will be explained at the end… Also I got the idea from watching some meme’s to the song pusher.

Lila Rossi never thought she would go down like this… All because of her attempt to kill Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

It was all going well, she had made the class hate her… Except for Chloe and Sabrina, they followed her to the back and glared at them when they spoke bad about Marinette but she didn’t care! The girl was getting what she promised, then she took Adrien from her, once Alya gave up on helping Mari dating Adrien as she didn’t want to “Stop bullying Lila for being jealous of her connections” Alya turned to help Lila date him… And his father was forcing him to date Lila.

She didn’t get a reaction, Marinette just shrugged and walked away… That pissed her off, so to get back at her, each time Mari was alone, Lila would attack, a punch here, a kick there, a bucket of water poured on her here, trash dumped on her there she even tore her clothes once! And each time she got away with it because the class claimed she was being clumsy! Even better Adrien looked upset with Mari for causing a scene!!!

Now that was fun… But she wanted the girl gone, Marinette was still smiling, each time she harmed Mari, Chloe would tell the principal she called the police to investigate because “Mari couldn’t have been clumsy like that! These bruises were done to her!!” she then ordered her father to get cameras set up because it didn’t make sense for the girl to be soaked with water or covered in trash… Once Lila had grabbed trash from her place since the day she would do it had been trash day and Chloe figured it out.

So Lila couldn’t do much more now, but the class did and they were getting punished… Even accused of being the ones who attacked Mari when it was Lila, they denied it but there actions matched the ones Lila did… So they were suspended or given detention, Lila felt a little bad for them but it kept her safe though… But Marinette was still here and Lila Rossi didn’t like that one bit as she sighed while in her room.

She would need to get her hands dirty once again.

It wasn’t the first time she caused a death, in Italy she moved to 5 different schools before moving to Paris because she had caused three classmates to end there lives… While she had to kill two and were believed as suicides, and she didn’t mind that because it was easy, just claimed she being bullied by the student, her classmates claimed the same and then claim you think they ended there lives to say sorry… Simple right?

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Deep throat

summary: Mina bets you 1000 yen that you can't finish the ice cream you're eating in 10 seconds, you prove her wrong.

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word count: 2.1k

warnings: degrading, name calling

You and the 1A girls are in the lounge room with a few of the boys, watching TV and talking amongst yourselves. "I'm gonna go get some snacks, any of you want anything?" You ask, standing up.

"Can you get me an ice cream sandwhich please?" Momo asks, raising her hand. "Ooh! Ooh! I'll have an ice cream sandwhich too!" Hagakure raises her hand and you smile at gow adorable she is.

"Two ice cream sandwiches coming up!" You chirp, turning to walk to the kitchen. "I want an ice cream sandwhich too, y/n~" Mineta pokes your thigh when you pass by him.

"The fuck do I look like to you? A slave? Go get it yourself." You answer him, your voice monotonous as you keep your eyes in front of you, not once giving him a glance.

Mineta points at you and looks at Katsuki with teary eyes, "She- YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S TOO MEAN, BAKUGOU!" He yells to which the boys laugh at. "Tch." Bakugou rolls his eyes, returning his attention back to the TV.

When you come back, you have two ice cream sandwhiches in one hand and a vanilla ice cream in a stick in the other. You sit back down on your seat, handing the ice creams to your two friends, finally opening your own right after.

"Y/n, I have a challenge for you." Mina points, smile coated with something that screams 'bad idea'. But hey, your boyfriend's been rubbing off on you lately and now you can't seem to back down from even the smallest challenge.

"Alright, what is it?"

"If you can finish that ice cream in under ten seconds," Mina pulls out money from her pockets. "I'll give you five hundred yen."

"Look I may seem like the type who won't back down from a challenge but that's gotta be the most stupid thing-"

"I'll make it a thousand."

"Start counting, sister."

Mina hops off her seat, sitting right in front of you as she takes out her phone for the alarm app. "Ready?" She asks, her eye brows wiggling teasingly.

As soon as you nod, Mina taps on her phone. You feel the eyes of your classmates on you, suddenly they were intrigued by how this silly challenge would end.

It ended easily and quickly, to be honest. You tilted your head back and pushed the ice cream into your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat thought you continue to pudh it even deeper, stopping when you feel the wood of the ice cream's stick in between your lips. You use your lips as stoppers for the ice cream to stay in your mouth and you start to pull the stick out. Although the ice cream was a pretty big size and some of them squeezednout from the corners of your mouth, you casually wiped them off and swallowed the cold dessert.

You tilt your head forward, looking at Mina dead in the eye as you held up the stick in front of her and opened your mouth, showing off it's emptiness.

"5 seconds." You raises your brows, a smug smile infiltrating your lips. The smile doesn't last long when you notice the whole lounge room has gone quiet. You look around and see your classmates have surprised looks on their faces, the girls looked impressed and some of the guys looked away with red ears. Your boyfriend, Katsuki, looked like his life just flashed before his eyes.

"What?" You ask, giving the pink girl a raised brow. "Y/n..." she places a hand on your shoulder, "Be honest. How many boyfriends have you had-?"

"Alright, that's it!" Katsuki shouts, jumping from his seat and taking two long strides to you, bending over to places his hands around your waist, pulling you up to stand. "I already know what kind of questions you're going to ask her, alien eyes. Don't." He begins pulling you by your hand away feom the class. You stumble a few times, telling him to slow down but he doesn't listen. He pushes the elevator buttons, waiting patiently for it to open and when it does, he shoves you inside, his lips immediately latching on your neck.

"You like showing off to people how good your mouth takes cock, hm? You fucking slut." He growls into your skin, biting on it as his hands find their way in between your thighs, squeezing them.

You squeeze your thighs together, pulling your boyfriend closer as you rock your hips at the feeling of his hand teasing your dampening cunt.

"Look at you, fucking grinding on my hand like a whore. Is this who you truly are, hmm? You wanna be a sex slave for your master?" Butterflies erupt in your stomach at your boyfriend's choice of words. You pull him into a deep kiss, whimpering when the feeling of his hot tongue exploring your wet cavern and two of his fingers pressing against your wet folds overwhelm you.

The elevator dings and you whine as your boyfriend pulls away from you, walking to his door. He puts in his password, marching inside with you in toll.

"On your knees." He orders and immediately, without a second thought, you're on your knees. You can feel your slick dripping down your thighs and onto your boyfriend's floor as you watch him undo his pants, letting them pool around his ankles.

He shows off his strained cock inside his underwear, the tip causing a certain area of the underwear to go damp. You swallow thickly, your fingers making quick work of pulling his underwear down, his cock springing free.

You lick your bottom lip, taking his cock in your hands as you look up, pressing a kiss on its side. Katsuki hisses at the contact, his hand combing through your hair, tugging on it as you begin sliding your hot tongue up and down his shaft, following some of the prominent veins on his member.

"Stop fucking teasing and-" Katsuki lets out a strangled moan, "-and fucking suck my cock already."

He doesn't ask you to do so a second time, you're immediately taking his cock in your mouth, pushing your face closer to your boyfriend's pelvis as you feel his tip his the back of your throat. You hear him hiss, making you look up.

The way you look right now pushes Katsuki to the edge, his hips bucking as white ropes of cum are released inside your throat. Your hands fly to his thighs, you're completely taken aback by his sudden high. You lush yourself off, coughing a little as you wipe some spit and cum off the sides fo your lips.

"Baby, what the hell?" You look back up at him and you whimper. The look he has on his face right now, the red flush across his face and ears, the drool threatening to fall down the edge of his lower lip and his vermillion eyes that hold so much lust.

"You remember your tap signals?" He asks, chest rising and falling deeply. You nod slowly, feeling your cunt get wetter at the sight of your boyfriend being so turned on right now.

Slowly, he takes you by the head, pressing his cock on your lips. "Open up, doll." He orders and you follow obediently, taking his cock in your mouth. He pushes himself even deeper inside you, burying every bit of his length in your throat until your nose is against his unshaven area.

You look up at him with tears pooling your eyes, moving your head up and down, taking his entire length slowly again and again asbyour fingers begin teasing and playing with his sac.

Your eyes are on his face the whole time, the expressions he make; closing his eyes, biting his lip, breathing deeply and especially when he scrunches his brows together.

"Fuck, doll..." He breathes out, slowly rocking his hips with your pace. "You're such a cockslut, aren't ya?" He chuckles deeply, his pace slowly quickening.

"Ah, shit! You're making me crazy, doll." He looks down at you, his thumb caressing your cheek as his thrusts are becoming more relentless. Your throat begins to hurt but you can't stop, you can't seem to do the taps on his thighs cause you don't want to, it feels too good, his cock down your throat has your needy cunt squeezing at nothing and becoming even more needy.

Katsuki's loud moans cause you to moan as well, the vibrations pushing katsuki even closer to his high. One of your hands trail down your pussy, drawing circles and massaging it as you follow your boyfriend to his high, wanting to cum together with him.

"Doll I'm close, I'm so fucking-" you feel a knot forming in your stomach. You close your eyes, letting the tears fall as you listen to your boyfriend moan loudly, the knot becoming undone in your stomach when you feel his hot seed in your throat. Your pussy clenches ariund your fingers and you moan around his cock, your hips rocking back and forth on your own hand.

"You were touching yourself this whole time, huh?" Katsuki smirks, pulling his cock out of your mouth. He pulls you up by your arm, leading you to his bed. He pushes you on it, pressing his lips on yours. Both of your tongues dance in sync, the wet muscles pushing against each other as Katsuki's hand roams freely all over your body.

"Fuck, I can taste myself in you." He pants, licking his lips as a wide smile appears. "Want me to fuck you, hmm, doll? Want me to make you my fuck toy? My slut?" He shoves his hand inside your underwear, his fingers pressing against your entrance.

You whine, your back arching as your arms fly around his neck. "I'm already... your fuck toy," You moan when he pushes a finger inside you, "I'm already... your slut."

Bakugou just snaps.

"You already are, huh." He pulls his finger out of your needy cunt, roughly taking your shorts and underwear off of you. He throws them away, spreading your legs as he places his cock on your throbbing cunt.

"Want this cock, doll? You want it?"

You nod needily, biting on your lower lip as your eyebrows scrunch together. "Yes, 'Suki. I want your cock so fucking bad right now." You breathe out, gasping when you feel the head of his cock in your entrance.

Karsuki smirks and lets out a scoff, pushing his entire length inside you. You grasp onto the bedsheet, letting out a loud moan at the feeling of being so full so quickly.

"Color." He demands, folding both your legs as he positions you into a mating press.

"Green." You whine.

Katsuki snaps his hips into you, this kind of roughness is something you've never felt before. It feels too good, you feel so full and he's hitting your spot every single time, it's driving you insane.

"Oh! K-Katsuki! Fuck! More! More!" You moan out, your toes curling and your fingers digging deeper into the cushion. Your boyfriend snaps his hips faster and stronger, making sure his pelvis is hitting your ass.

"Y-you're such a fucking," he grunts, "slut."

"For you, oh fuck for you." You moan out, nearing your high. Your breathing begins to quicken as a second knot forms inside you. Katsuki hisses at how your pussy begins to clamp down on him, pushing him to his high as well.

"'Suki! I'm close!" You yell and Katsuki brings your ankle on his shoulder, kissing it before thrusting into you again. He holds onto your arm, the movement of his hips getting faster until your knot unties. Katsuki helps you ride out your orgasm, taking his member out and cumming all over your stomach and chest, decorating you with white ropes of cum.

The both of you pant, staying in that position for a few moments before Katsuki leans over, kissing you deeply.

You pull away for a moment, "Your friends." Katsuki looks at you with a raised brow, "What about them?"

"They're right outside our door."

Katsuki looks up at the door, lips tugging into a frown when he hears shuffling from the other side. "Alright," He says, putting on his clothes.

"Where are you going?" You ask, sitting up. "I'm about to teach some brats a lesson about privacy." He answers, smoke starting to come out from his hands.

"Hey, before that..." Katsuki turns around to look at you, "Can you please take care of me first?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

Katsuki immediately goes into soft mode and scoops you in his arms, taking you to the bathroom. "Anything you want, baby."

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spawn [demon Bakugo]

req: I didn’t know if you were doing them haha! But demon bakugo is on your list!! Also demon dabi works too! Either! But imagine summoning one of them because you’re a virgin and you’re curious but they take a liking to you, haunt your dreams, and try to impregnate you and shit! Oh and if you were religious maybe mocking you for being dumb and taking demon dick while praying to god- i just really like corruption and breeding 😔 taglist: @smol-floatyy @wholesomey-artist @moonlightinsanity @dabis-azure-songstress @jubilee40  characters are 20+. word count: 5118 contents: slight corruption (I tried), slight somnophilia, breeding, chubby!virgin reader, some religious aspects, demon Bakugo, slight dubcon, rough sex, size differece, slight dumbifacation

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you stared at the circle on the floor, frown deepening as nothing happened. the candles remained lit and they didn’t flicker oddly or go out. the summoning crystals in the middle of the circle didn’t move or glow aside from the candle light they reflected. you’d been waiting several minutes and nothing had happened yet, so you put down the old, dusty book and got on the floor, blowing out the candles and began cleaning up the dried leaves and crystals. you had little hope that this would actually work, but your disappointment still sat evident in your chest. 

it was a dumb idea, you thought to yourself, heaving a sigh as you put everything aside. just a dumb little idea that you let your curious mind think up, now there was a dark satanic symbol on your floor that you would have to scrub up later, but you couldn’t be bothered by that now. all you wanted was a nice, hot shower. 

as you let the water wash away the disappointment and whatever dirt you’d gotten on you from being on the floor, there was a strange creek outside the door. you looked at the bathroom door, half expecting something to happen, but when nothing did, you chalked it up to just being the house settling. you lived in a small, older home all alone. the place made weird noises all the time, so you just assumed you spooked yourself into thinking something was on its way to get you. there was nothing there, you told yourself. 

once you were dried off, you dressed yourself in a soft white nightgown and made sure to fasten your necklace around your neck. its tiny cross laid on your chest just above the swell of your breasts and you looked at yourself in the mirror, brushing through your hair before turning off the lamp and finding your way to the bed. 

that night you had a strange dream. a blonde man with devilish horns came to you in your dreams, a wicked smile etched into his face. he told you how pretty you were, how sweet. he cupped your face in his hands, his claws tickling your skin. his touch burned but you lent into it. he smiled at you and you felt warm. “you’ll make a fine…” you couldn’t hear the rest of what he said as a loud crack of thunder woke you. 

you sat up in bed, lightning striking and illuminating your room. nothing seemed out of place, but your body was sweaty and hot. you kicked off the blanket and laid back, staring up at the ceiling. sleep came fast and you were once again thrown into dreamland, where the demon man waited for you. 

as you slept, the room began to change. the candles still arranged on the floor lit up again. their flames flickered, but no wind came through the room. the book you had found in the attic lay open on your desk and its pages began to turn, slowly at first and then rapidly. they stopped as the cross hung over your desk turned upside down. the room became darker as the storm outside raged on, the circle on the floor glowing. you remained asleep as the portal opened and something crawled out of it. 

the following morning, you awoke to your room bright and sunny. you felt uncomfortably horny and hurried off to the restroom to clean up for the day, all without realizing what had changed. the candles were out just like you had left them, the dusty book and summoning items it told you to gather were still on your desk. everything was in its place, so when you came out of the bathroom, you picked it all up once and for all and put it away. 

you ate breakfast and got a little bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush and brought them to your room, getting down on the floor to clean up the circle. you wore a little pair of shorts and a tank top to clean in, your little cross dangling from your neck. you had decided that if you were going to go this far for the bedroom floor, you might as well spend the day cleaning. so that was what you did, distracting your mind from the strange dream you had of the demon man. you didn’t even feel the burning gaze of eyes watching you all day. 

you wiped sweat from your forehead as the day came to a close. you started dinner baking in the oven and hopped into the bathroom to take a quick shower. you could hear the rustling of branches outside as the wind picked up, and you thought to yourself that the weather had been so strange lately. come to think of it, you hadn’t remembered there being any reports of storms over the last few days, but you knew better than to let little weather predictions get the better of you. 

dinner was delicious and you wrapped up whatever was left and put it in the fridge, your little white nightgown flowing behind you as you moved through the house to turn off the lights. you brushed your teeth, then your hair, then scurried off to bed. in your dreams, you saw him again. 

it was the same man as before. burning red eyes taking in your plump figure, his wild blonde hair messy all over his head, and his horns that glinted as if winking at you. his voice was so deep, rough and enticing. his touch felt so real as his hands mapped out your curves. he would lift you off your feet and lay you down, speaking so sweetly into your ear. 

in your room, he stood at the end of your bed, his vermillion eyes staring down at you. he tugged the covers off of your body, exposing your form to him. you curled up as the cold night air nipped at you. your gown rode up some at the movement and he could see your cotton white panties. he already knew you didn’t wear a bra to bed because he had seen you get dressed. 

he began to crawl onto the bed, the heat radiating off of his body warming you up like a blanket. his tail flicked behind him, his wings closing against his back. he could show you whatever he wanted in his dream, knowing just his horns and claws were enough to scare you, so he hadn’t shown you his other appendages there. he didn’t know what you did for work, he didn’t care. he didn’t know where your family or friends were, but it didn’t matter to him. he knew everything he needed to know, that you were a virgin that lived alone and that your body was perfect for his objective use for it. 

he began to touch your breast through your gown, a smirk dancing onto his lips. he watched you squirm, lips turning down into a frown as you whined. your legs pressed together, but he pushed his other hand between their soft thickness and started rubbing your folds from over your panties. 

“wake up, sweetheart,” he would mumble into your ear. your head turned as your back slightly arched. “wake up!” 

your eyes broke open and you looked up, seeing his wicked gaze staring down at you. his hands didn’t stop. they forced your legs open and pulled on your tit. “you’re so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you.” 

his voice is rough, but sounds like velvet and pure sin. you tried to move, but you were frozen in fear. he tched, dipping his head down to your neck and licking a stripe up to your ear. he laughed at you, watching you trying to struggle against him, but your body could only wither under his touch. he pulled his hands down, catching your nightgown with his claws on occasion, before he grabbed it and began to tear it open. it split up the middle and revealed your body to him. 

“so beautiful, so perfect. every curve, these thick thighs, your plump little body is already ready,” he spoke. he took in the sight of you, your wet little panties and nipples hardening with the cool air. a little glint would make him glare at your chest. 

his fingers would wrap around the cool metal of your necklace and he would lean down close to your face. fearful little tears would occupy your eyes, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. from your lips, he hears you mumble small prayers to be protected from this demon. “you little fool. there’s no god that can ‘save you’ nor will anyone else visit your room tonight. you’re mine, little virgin.” 

he tore the necklace from around your neck and burned it in his hand, making the impossible happen as ashes fell onto your sheets. you stared up at him, lips still whispering. he pushed his finger to your lips and shushed you before pushing two fingers into your mouth. “be happy I’m feeling generous tonight, little human. now suck.” 

you felt hot, pushed into a corner, and terrified. you felt like you only had one option, so you began sucking on the demon’s fingers, not too sure what you were doing. your inexperienced little mind and body were so confused, flushed, and quaking. regardless, you were wet between your legs and your heart was beating with more than just fear. you hated yourself for it, but you liked it. you liked sucking on his long fingers and his claws as they pet your tongue; you liked his rough and mean attitude as he told you what to you; you liked how big and scary he was… after all, he had been what you were looking for. 

his other hand pulled and tore off your panties, throwing the tattered material to the side and quickly forgetting about it. he pushed your legs further apart, making you stretch and open up to him in ways you never had before. he slapped your thigh and squeezed it, making you moan on his fingers as your tongue started to lick them and swirl around them. 

“it comes naturally to you, doesn’t it? I knew it would,” he mumbled as he looked down at your pretty virgin pussy. he knew what awaited him and he could hardly wait. he wore only a pair of baggy pants, his cock already straining against the crotch. it was leaking and throbbing, ready to be buried and to take what was rightfully his. he was ready to sin with you. “the name’s Katsuki Bakugo. remember it, sweetheart. oh who am I kidding, you’ll never forget it.” 

he pulled his fingers from your lips and listened to the way you panted, then squealed as he pushed his saliva covered fingers against your clit. he rubbed vigorously and roughly, watching your hips lift up and wiggle. it gave him a slight view of that fine ass he spent all day watching as you bent over and cleaned your little house. he’d almost mounted you so many times throughout the day but knew it was better to wait for witching hour. that was when the best fun started. 

he was too big for your bed, for if he were to lay in it, his legs would hang off the end. if he laid in it and spread out his arms, they would hang off the edges. he was just so tall and very well built. his chest was big, his shoulders were broad. his skin was beautiful, not a mark or blemish in sight. his wings couldn’t be contained by the room if he were to expand them and his tail was sly and quick, touching your leg and giving you goosebumps. 

he pulled his pants off and revealed to you his cock, rock hard and weeping heavily. you had never seen a cock before, but you were sure that it wasn’t supposed to look like his did. not for a human at least. he had a large cock with ridges and ribs up its shaft and a bulbous head that was red and angry looking. a large drop of pre cum fell from the tip and landed on your plush belly and it burned, then slowly cooled. he was ready for you and began to line himself up to your entrance. 

“wait,” you croaked out, finally finding it in yourself to speak louder than a whisper. he looked at you, a dangerous glint coming to his eyes. “I-I’ve never done this before." 

he smirked. "oh, sweetheart, I already know.” with one thrust, he was inside you, to the hilt and stretching your poor, tight pussy to its limit. you cried, new tears springing up and falling down your round cheeks. your hands shot up to take purchase on something and you caught his horns, holding onto them tightly and inadvertently pulling his head down toward you. he found his face buried in your chest and your pillows warmed him, so he happily took a bite and made you cry out again. 

you hadn’t even recovered from the new feeling of being utterly filled when he began to thrust into you roughly and wildly. all you could do was hold onto his horns as he pushed you up on the bed and fucked your cunt. he grabbed a hold of your hips and held onto them tightly, his claws biting into your skin. you couldn’t tell if they broke the skin, too many new sensations happening all at once, but you thought that perhaps they did, but you couldn’t tell if your hips were bleeding, and you didn’t care. 

you moaned into the nighttime, no real words making their way out of your mouth but the under tone of pain becoming pleasure was music to the demon’s ears. it made Bakugo go faster, his hips surging forward quickly into you while somehow still maintaining pulling almost completely out of your sopping cunt and pushing all the way in again, just to repeat. 

he grunted and growled in your ear, turning your brain to mush as the only thing you could really process was the feeling of your tight walls clenching around the ribs of his cock as they slid in and rubbed all the good spots. you were crying in no time and he gleefully, teasingly, licked away your tears. he hummed at their taste. “you’re enjoying this, huh?” 

you couldn’t even deny it, due in part to not being able to really form words again, but also because it was undeniable. you were really enjoying the pleasure he gave you. his thick, ribbed cock with all the little ridges that went from his base to his tip just hit all the right places. you had no idea what his cockhead was ramming into, but you loved it. 

he leaned back and put his hands on the underside of your thighs before pushing them up. he pushed them til your thighs pressed against your belly and they couldn’t go any farther, but he surely did try. you wailed at the stretch, feeling the burn as he made our knees nearly meet your shoulders, something you hadn’t thought was really possible. you almost hadn’t noticed the way his hips slowed, until they picked up their speed again and he was hitting deeper inside your wet cavern. his name started to fall off your tongue and your head lolled from side to side, trying to keep your wits about you. 

“you fold right into the perfect little mating press,” he muttered, looking down at you. your hands had fallen from their perch, his horns a little cold without your touch which made him pout. it was wiped away quickly though as your cunt squeezed him. “fuuuck, you really like this. you love it even. love having your sweet pussy fucked by demon cock. gonna fuck you hard and breed you harder.” 

his grunting of those words caught your attention and you lifted your head a little. you could feel was the way he slammed himself into your pussy and the way your breasts bounced. your gut began to twist up, walls getting tighter. something was coming but you had no idea what. you couldn’t ask because you really only had one question on your mind. “breed?” 

your soft, confused little voice made him laugh and he grinning down at you. “yes, sweetheart. breed. I’m gonna stuff this little cunt with all my rich seed and get you pregnant with my spawn.” talking about it only made him all the more excited and he started to hit harder into you, his hips colliding with yours almost painfully. his cockhead had been hitting something deep inside you, and he could only grin about it. “your little womb is gonna be mine! your plump little ass is gonna be all mine! your tits and their milk, all for my little hellspawn and me!” 

that twistiness in your gut snapped and you creamed on his cock, his words mixed with his rough treatment pushing you over that edge. you threw your head back and screamed with euphoric joy. your walls milked him and tried to ensure that he would stay buried deep in your unprotected cunt. you babbled his name off, begging, but he couldn’t quite tell what exactly you were begging for. regardless, he continued to pound your sweet honeypot. 

when you came down from your high, he positioned his hands on your hips, holding onto those sweet love-handles as his own hips began to stutter. he looked down at where he joined you, eyes burning hot with fires of desire. he thrust and thrust and thrust until it all came crashing down, and he pulled you toward him. your hips and ass were flush against his body as his cock throbbed and jumped, unloading his scalding seed into your cunt, right against your still quivering cervix. 

you felt the warmth fill you, mouth dropping open as little tears sprang up once more. you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe them away, moaning hoarsely and with heavy breaths. you looked down and watched, though you couldn’t see anything happen from where you laid. you could feel his hot breath on your breast, his forehead coming down on your shoulder, and you listened to him breathe. 

he stayed inside you and looked up, meeting your eyes. his pretty red eyes weren’t tired at all. they were excited and happy and wicked. he eased your legs down around him but he hooked them onto his hips, so you wrapped your legs around him and hugged him closer. you both groaned at the grinding it caused, but he smirked at you. 

his face came to your neck and he began to nip at the skin there. “you gonna be my pretty little baby mama?” 

you hummed and nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. you smiled at him when he pulled away just a mere few inches to look at you. he could tell just by looking into your tired eyes that you were going to be his forever, undoubtedly. and he loved it. 

he pet your hair down, keeping it out of your face but not caring if he messed it up. you were already a sweaty, sticky mess that would need another shower by morning. but he didn’t care. all he cared for was you and the absolute sin you’d committed with him. there was a long list of things your religion, former religion, had frowned upon but he was sure getting impregnated by a demon wasn’t on that list purely because no one had thought of it. yet here you were. 

you weren’t even able to think about your beliefs, your faith, your family or the church. all you could think about was Bakugo, and the way he smelled and the way he felt and the way he sounded. his low, deep grunts replayed again in your head, making you giggle and your cunt tighten up. 

he looked down at you, grinning. “oh, I feel you trying to milk me again. what are you thinking about, sweetheart?” 

you giggled again. “you.” 

“yeah?” he licked your breast and started grinding against you, cock getting hard again. “what about me?” 

“everything about you, but mostly the way you make me feel,” you tell him, biting your lip and closing your eyes. you moaned as he made short, shallow thrusts into you. you gasped, “please, I want more.” 

his lips spread into a wide grin and he leaned down, his lips teasing yours with a ghost of a kiss. “ask and you shall receive, sweetheart. tell me, just what do you want more of.” 

“Everything,” you answered and tried to pull him closer. “I need more of it all, more of your love.” 

Bakugo chuckled, as if something about that was amusing. in a moment, he had you on top of him, cunt still stuffed full of his cock, and he was rested against the headboard of your bed frame. he licked his lips, looking at your tits as they sat in his face. he took one into his hand and brought the other to his mouth. “can’t wait to see my little hell brat sucking off of these.” he then latched onto your nipple and began sucking on it roughly. his hands kneaded the pillowy flesh. 

it enticed you to start moving, grinding down on him and bracing your hands on his shoulders. you moaned, that burning desire starting in your belly all over again. it was like hells fire was burning all over your body, pushing you to move against him and moan out his name so sinfully. you felt the smile creeping onto his lips as he continued to suck on your breast, causing you to moan deeply. 

his words came back to you, his promise to breed you and make a little “spawn.” you clung to him, your tit falling from his mouth as he tilted his head back, allowing you the space to lean against him. chest to chest, you began bouncing on his cock, going after that release that was steadily beginning to build up, but also looking for something else. you stared at him, lips so close to his but your breaths only mingled. his hands moved down to your hips and gripped them, helping your uneven pace smooth out. 

he could see it in your eyes, that desire to have more. “what is it, sweetheart? something you wanna tell me?” 

you moaned, trying to lean in further to reach his lips, but he wouldn’t finish it and smirked at you. “breed,” you said, softly demanding and begging at the same time. “breed me.” 

“oh?” he asked, biting his lip. you caught sight of his fangs and you nodded to him before he got his next question out. “you want your tight cunt bred? your womb filled with my hell spawn?” 

you continued to nod with your bouncing, letting yourself drop down on him a little harder. he hit so deep within you, battering against your innermost wall. the tight ring of your cervix got pounded, his cock knocking to get in and deposit another heavy load. 

“please, kiss-” you were cut off by your own moan as he pulled your hips closer to his, grinding you against him. you could only let out a pathetic whisper. “kiss me.” 

he surged forward, tightly holding your love handles in a bruising grip, and he kissed you while rocking you onto your back. he stayed inside you, buried deep, and he managed to slam himself into you deeper. you moaned against his lips and he drank it up, laying you on the mattress and holding you to him. he brought one arm up to wrap across your back and press your body to his. 

you felt every sensation. your sensitive nipples against his hard chest rubbed against his skin so deliciously, your cunt gripped him so tightly,  your quivering legs wrapped around him to keep him inside you so snuggly, and his tongue pressed hotly on yours. you let him take control and teach you, your tongues mingling together, loud moans exchanged between the two of you. 

he had loved your ass dropping down on him, but he needed to seed your cunt again, desperately so, after you asked for a kiss. a kiss was like a seal, joining you two together. it formed a strong bond that would never be broken, nothing, not even your silly god could break it. as soon as you asked for that kiss, he took his chance to make the bond with you and make you his. and now he would sow his seed, which would be another bond between you two but now it would be even stronger. 

his hips began jackhammering into you, pounding away at your tight, lovely cunt. he hardly left its warmth, keeping his tip close to your inner opening. you fell off the edge to your high fairly quickly after that, body convulsing and shaking under him. your head fell back and you screamed with the euphoric pleasure, holding onto him so tightly. your mixed spit connected you to him for a moment longer before it broke and fell on your collarbone, cooling after just a second. your body was on fire with the earth shattering orgasm he caused you. 

“say it again,” he demanded, grunting as he plunged into you. “say you want my hell baby.” 

“I want it,” you pant out, trying to repeat what you heard him say, but you couldn’t focus. his thrusts prolonged your orgasm, made you feel electrified and heated. your legs had little jolts with pleasure. “I want your baby.” 

“yeah you do,” he said with a wicked grin. his eyes rolled up with overwhelming pleasure and he stopped, his hips pressed into your pelvis so hard it hurt. he throbbed almost violently within you, spurting rope after scalding rope of his cum into you. you felt it filling you, burning you up inside and making you squirm. “fuck.” 

it didn’t stop for a few short minutes. he held you the entire time, muttering curse words and words of pleasure directly into your ear. when it finally ended and his cock softened, he dropped your hips to the bed gently, slipping out of you. your legs fell from around him and sat open, shaking as you tried to find the strength to move them more. once he popped out of you, there was a gush of fluids from your cunt, it leaked over your folds and down onto the bed sheets, making you shutter. 

he grunted, scooping up  what he could and pushing it back in. “I filled you up, be grateful and try to hold it all in.” you closed your legs and squeezed them, causing them to spasm some, and you looked up at him. 

he leaned down and pushed your hair back, kissing your forehead. “you did so good, sweetheart. it should take…” 

“and we’ll have a baby?” you asked, voice hoarse and soft and tired. 

he nodded. “We’ll know in a few days.” 

you looked at him confused. “no-”

“demons develop a little faster in the womb than humans.” 

you stared at him, processed that information, then nodded. 

he sat over you, on his haunches, his cock soft on his lap. he was disheveled but not out of breath. he didn’t even look tired. he was just relaxed, satisfied. his eyes roamed over you body and upon noticing this, you tried to cover up. 

“oh no, none of that,” he said, moving your hands away and taking the covers from you. he smirked down at your naked, plump body. “you’re too perfect to cover all of this up.” 

you were too tired to argue, eyes threatening to close just looking at him. you fought to stay awake, but lost the battle when your eyes finally fell closed and you entered a dream state, where you didn’t meet your demon lover. 

when you awoke in the morning, you were tucked into bed, naked but cleaned up. you sat up, but felt an awful cramp in your lower abdomen. you sat there, holding your gut as you remembered the night before and wondered if that was all real or if you had managed to dream it all up. you got up, muscled through the pain you felt, and found some clothes to wear for the day. 

you walked to the kitchen, your legs sore and feeling as though they were on fire, especially your thighs, but you tried to ignore that pain too. however, you quickly found out that you couldn’t ignore anything as you came face to face with a figure in your kitchen. 

your shirtless demon lover had made you breakfast and was setting the table as you walked in. he grinned at you and came over, whisking you into the kitchen and sitting you down. you felt an odd throbbing between your legs and you squeezed your thighs together, letting out a strangled moan. everything he made smelled so good, it made you so hungry. but your mind swirled with so many questions. 

“so last night,” you mumbled, looking up to him, “that all really happened.” 

he nodded and pulled up a chair right next to you, staring into your eyes with desire, lust, and something else. “yes, it did.” 

“and you stayed.” 

“We’re bonded for all eternity now. of course I stayed.” 

“and you bred me?” 

he leaned closer and kissed you. it was a hungry kiss that had you moaning. when he pulled away, he gave you a smile. “damn, I sure hope so. if not, I’ll just try again, and again, and again, until it sticks.” 

you found yourself smiling at him, your confusion lifting. you began to happily eat. “I’m pretty confident it took.” 

he put a hand on your plush belly and nipped at your neck, which made you giggle. “Me too.” 

you pushed him away from your neck playfully. “let me eat at least,” you said with a smile. you felt so strongly for him, so close to him. you couldn’t explain it very well, but you were pretty sure it was love. “then we can have more of that sinful fun.” 

“oh? sinful, huh? have I converted you?” 

“I think so, mister,” you tell him, giving him a quick wink before turning back to breakfast. he licked his lips as he watched you, very pleased with the woman he had found and surely was in love with. 

I find denji adorable, this is true vanilla sex mix with a little kink... 🍻🍺🍸🐾🍹

Twelve days of Smutcember 2022.

Day 7 - What’s to wait.

Denji (chainsawman) x Fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Smutcember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Smutcember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

finally I think it’s important to note, I might be a person who celebrates Christmas, however I know not everyone does so I won’t/try not to mention or reference any particular festive holiday in these one shots, out of respect for everyone.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: you help Denji fulling understand what he’s working for.

Word count: 811

CW: nipple/breast play, slight breeding kink, swearing, unprotected sex, first time.

“I have a goal to work towards…” Denji shouted as he fell off his bed onto his butt, you smirked as you stepped off the bed and climbed on him, “I know I’m not her… but don’t you want to feel what you’re working towards” you grabbed his hands and leaned into his face before kissing his cheek, “uhh… but… umm… I-“ Denji laid back, you straddled Denji’s hips and pressed his hands down next to his head, “tell me no… if you don’t want me say so… but…” you hummed and leaned down towards his ear, “if you say yes, I’ll keep you nice and warm all night long… inside…” you pulled back and watched as his face went bright red. “Yes, I want it… let’s have sex” Denji burst out and you giggled at his quick response, “you seem really eager… when you dreamed of this day, what happened first? Tell me your deepest fantasies and I’ll fulfil every one” you smiled and let go of Denji’s hand before running your fingers down his arms to his chest, “I… I want…” he muttered as he stared directly at your chest, “let me touch them… your breasts, please” Denji sat up and held your waist, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into your chest, “so soft” he sighed as his hands slipped under your singlet while he rubbed his face between your breast, “take your top off… I wanna squeeze your fun bags” Denji hummed and began pulling your top off, assisting him, you watched as his eyes light up at the sight of your bare breasts. “This your first time seeing boobs?” You smiled and gave them a little bounce “first time in person…” Denji spoke before roughly pressing his face back in between, the force of his face being pushed into your chest caused you the fall back and Denji to fall on top of you, his hands went to your breast and started to squeeze them roughly. Denji squeezed and kneaded your breast before rolling your nipples between his fingers, “I’m going to suck on it” he informed you before licking the erect bud, you moaned as he told your nipple into his mouth, Denji gave your nipples equal attention, it felt good better then he released. “You gonna put it in me or you just gonna play with my tits all night” you moaned as you wrapped your legs around Denji’s waist, “can I do both?” He asked and he pulled back, you nodded and chuckled watching him light up.

Denji pulled off his clothes and kneeled between your legs, he rubbed his erection, “wow… I can’t believe it’s finally going to happen” he said as he grabbed the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down in one swift motion, “so cute…” he leaned down, examining your wet cunt up close. “I can go in, right?” Denji asked and you nodded turning over onto your hands and knees, wiggling your ass and pushed back into him, Denji groaned before rubbing his tip around your entrance as if he was trying to find a way in before his tip finally found its destination, you both moaned loudly as he slid in. Denji started a slow pace has he praised your tight warmth, “holy crap… it’s so much wetter then I thought” he spoke excitedly as he rested his hands on your shoulders, “wait you said I could play with your boobs…” he hummed and gave your shoulders a squeeze. Denji’s pace continued as a strong slow motion, you felt his hands reach around you and grope your chest before he forcibly pulled you back into his chest, Denji roughly squeezed your breasts and sped up his pace, you moaned loudly as he groaned in your ear. “Be careful… you might just make a mess inside me if you keep going like that…” you hummed and focused on the slight tightness in your core, Denji groaned loudly as he breathed in your sense, “…you might just get me pregnant if you finish inside me” you chuckled and felt him twitch, Denji knew if he thought to much about what you just said he’d cum in an instant, but he couldn’t help himself… you’d let him cum inside you…? and you wouldn’t be mad…? Denji moaned at the thought of sewing himself as deep as he could, before pushing up into you roughly, Denji threw his head back and moaned out, “oh fuck!” He called as his cum spilled into you.

“I’m sorry I was the only one to finish” he sighed as he cuddled into your breasts, “it’s fine… I had fun” you chuckled running your fingers in his hair, “let’s do this again sometime…” Denji hums and you smiled, nodding before closing your eyes and waiting for sleep to over come you.

Day 6: Icy Hot Gaze - Satoru Gojo

Day no: TBA (Coming soon)

Smutcember Masterlist (Coming soon)

Now this is romantic!!乁( . ര ʖ̯ ര . )ㄏ乁 ˘ o ˘ ㄏ乁║ ˙ 益 ˙ ║ㄏ¯\_(☯෴☯)_/¯¯\_〳 •̀ o •́ 〵_/¯

Just one more time

Pairings: Di! Leon x fem reader

Wc: 6.2k

Summary: Your ex husband want to have his family life again, he needs it.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of alcoholism, exes to lovers(I guess).

Notes: this man have a choke hold on me, isn't even healthy anymore 😭😭

Today was another weekend like any other. Your youngest daughter was going to stay with her father, your ex-husband, Leon. He had already come to pick her up at your apartment and consequently took the little one to his house, as usual.

For now, you were getting ready cautiously, as you didn't have much free time, you decided that today you would go out with some friends, to relax and have fun, after all you needed it.

So you looked at yourself in the large bedroom mirror, admiring yourself in that tight red dress, which highlighted your curves in a gentle but incredibly sexy way. Your hair was tidy, loose, free in the wind, but with not a single strand out of place. Just as you took care of your make-up, you did it with all possible care, from eyeliner to lipstick, all the accessories you put on, which enhanced your beauty even more.

And there you were, admiring yourself in that mirror, turning around and around, it was just a hang out with your friends, of course, but it was the first time you'd given yourself a chance to go out since the end of your marriage to Leon, so it was an important night, to say the least.

Finally, you wore the cologne you always used, and the scent permeated the room and your clothes, sweet and warm, just like you.

One last look, and you were ready. Beautiful, stunning, as usual.

And then you heard a 'ding dong', at this point, you thought it was one of your friends, who had arrived earlier to pick you up? Maybe.

You leave your room and go to the door, but your expectation that it was one of your friends ends at the same moment that you hear a child's cry, which was all too familiar.

As soon as you open the door, you find Leon, staring at you a little blankly as he comforts the little girl, your daughter, who is crying inconsolably in his arms.

"Oh... I'm sorry... I know it was my weekend with her. But ever since I took her, she hasn't stopped crying. She wants to be with you." Leon says, his voice calm and low, as he rocks the little one gently, murmuring sweet words to calm her down.

"No problem, come in."  You offer, and he accepts without a second thought.

You quickly closed the door and turned your attention to the little girl, who was sobbing in Leon's arms.

"Princess, do you want to come into Mommy's arms?" You ask the little girl gently while stroking her brown hair.

The little girl nodded eagerly, raising her little hands for you to take her from Leon's arms.

And so you did, cradling her in your arms, as if her life depended on it. Leon had a worried, even sad look on his face. He didn't need to say anything for you to understand that he felt bad that he hadn't managed to make things go back to the way they were before.

"I don't want to go with Daddy anymore." The little girl whispered, her sobs muffled by the fact that she was buried in your shoulders, crying harder than you expected.

The phrase made Leon's heart bleed, God, how bad it felt to hear it from his own daughter. The words came out slurred from the little girl's mouth, but deep down, that's how she really felt.

"My darling, you know that just as mommy loves you, Daddy loves you too, mh?" You tried to console the little girl by saying these beautiful words, which meant everything, because it was the purest truth.

Leon didn't need to say anything. You knew he was trying to hold back his tears at that moment. You didn't even need to look at him to know.

He hated to think that as well as losing you, he could lose his little girl. And he couldn't deal with that thought. It was too much for him.

He couldn't lose the two people he loved most in the world like that. No, it was too much for him to bear.

The little girl just replied with a simple 'mhm mhm', her sobs had subsided, and she seemed to be calmer now, even though she was still crying.

Leon sneaked up to her, gently stroking her little head, running his fingers through her hair, gently caressing her. He didn't dare speak. He just admired how calm the little girl was in her mother's arms, and he wondered if one day he could give her the same comfort. If he could be a safe haven for her, just as you were.

And he couldn't help but notice how much like you the little girl was, her face was exactly like yours, she had her father's blue eyes, she was beautiful like you, her dark hair was just like her father's. But still, Leon always saw that she was just like you. But even so, Leon always saw a little piece of you in her, and he thought that was one of the most beautiful things in his life.

He let himself hold her little hand and gently stroked it with his thumb. Although his gaze was fixed on the little one, from time to time, he looked at you.

"I want to sleep in your room, Mommy." The little girl whispered, her voice was shaky, but she seemed calmer.

"Of course, sweetheart." You said gently, smiling at her as you carried her in your arms.

Leon followed silently, following your every step all the way to your room, feeling a little more relieved that your daughter wasn't crying anymore, at least.

You reached your bedroom, where you gently laid the little one on the bed, wrapping her in the covers, making her very cozy.

You lay down next to her, propping yourself up with one of your elbows, your other hand stroking her hair. You signaled Leon to sit on the bed, which he did.

And there you were, comforting the little one until she fell asleep. And so it happened, ten or fifteen minutes later she fell asleep, and from the way she let out little snores from time to time, she wasn't going to wake up any time soon.

There was silence, nothing but the little one's breathing, along with the two of you.

A few minutes later, Leon clears his throat, plucking up the courage to speak.

"Can we talk?" He looks at you with those blue eyes that, behind their kindness, ooze genuine sadness.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" You ask softly, staring back at him.

He shook his head, running one hand through his hair, "No. Nothing's happened, I just want to talk to you. Can we?" You knew him too well, and you could tell for sure that although he wanted to appear confident, he was apprehensive.

"Sure, let's go to the kitchen. I can make us both some coffee." You give him a gentle smile, even though you already had some idea of where this conversation was going.

He nods, gets out of bed, and follows you into the kitchen. The walk was silent, nothing but your footsteps coming down the stairs, and consequently walking down the corridor to the kitchen.

Leon takes the liberty of sitting down at the table, smoothing his temple in an attempt to calm himself down a little.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" You ask nonchalantly, picking up the ingredients to make the coffee.

"Us. I want to talk about us." As expected of Leon, he didn't go round in circles. He said what he needed to, and that was that. And it would be no different now.

You look at him, not angrily, much less upset. But intrigued, did he still have feelings? Even after all these months?

You don't answer him. You just start preparing the coffee, and then he says it again, "I miss you. I still have feelings. I still love you." And he didn't expect you to answer him, let alone throw yourself into his embrace as if nothing had happened. He just wanted to open his heart to you.

He followed your figure with his gaze, admiring your silhouette in the kitchen, seeing how beautiful you were. How perfect you looked that night.

"That dress..." He murmured, looking you up and down once again.

You look at him with a little smile, looking at the dress too, "It was a present from you, you gave it to me for my birthday, remember?"

He nods with a slight smile, as if he has a pleasant memory about it.

"I remember you loved it when you saw it. You looked like a little child when you saw it in the vitrine." He says with amusement in his voice.

You can't help but giggle, "And when it was later that day, you arrived in the dress. I remember that night so well."

And he smiled, a genuine smile this time, "Me too, your joy is one of the most striking things in my memory."

You smiled back as you poured the coffee into the mugs, carefully carrying them to the table where he stood.

"Thanks." He murmurs, holding the mug in his hands.

You nodded, sitting down next to him and taking a sip of coffee.

And you stopped to notice him, his neat hair, the perfume he always wore. His shirt, along with his jacket and baggy pants. As always, he didn't stop being handsome for a single second.

Plus, you couldn't help but notice the dark circles under his eyes and the slightly tired expression he had.

Your eyes wander to a small cut on his face, and you ask, "Another mission?"

He nods silently, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Do you think... we could try again?" He asks gently, but without looking at you.

You sigh, running your hands through your hair, before saying, "I don't know Leon... Things are complicated between us. Your work, your problems with alcohol. And it's just... complicated..."

He looks at you, those blue eyes that take your breath away every time that you could spend all day looking into.

"I know... I know I screwed everything up..." He admits between sighs.

You put your hand over his in a gesture of affection.

His eyes lit up, and he smiled.

"You know... I've been trying to change... I'm slowly cutting down on alcohol. Really... besides, I've been taking a break from work." And he seemed sincere. You had no reason to doubt him.

"That's good. That's great for you." A real smile appeared on your face, even though you had heard this phrase a few times before.

"I feel lonely without you." He finally says, sensitive words coming out in a whisper.

And in fact, it wasn't a lie. It was a reality. He said it from the bottom of his soul, from the bottom of his heart. You were his rock, the person he could share all the secrets, all the missions, all the shit that happened in his life. A confidant, who he could tell everything, and he wouldn't be judged. On the contrary, you would welcome him into your embrace, caressing him and advising him. Doing your best to make him feel safe, secure, so that finally, if only for a brief moment, he could just be Leon.

Without having to be the cool, cold, strategizing agent, no, with you, he was just Leon, and he just loved that.

He could be himself. He felt like that young man before things happened in Raccoon City, a normal man, with the woman he loved and the fruit of their love, a beautiful little girl.

With you, he felt free, to cry, to smile, to complain. For everything, he didn't have to fear, because you were a joy to him, you were what kept him sane every time he came home from those damn missions, every time he woke up in the morning, he couldn't wait to see your face beside him. Just to see you, sleeping like an angel next to him.

And you knew all this. You knew how lonely he felt, how closed off he could become. But you always found a way, a way for him to open up to you and trust you even more.

"I know... I know..." Was the only thing you could say because you also felt bad about the situation. How could you not? You had been hurt just as much as he had in this relationship.

"I know I made a mistake, I know. And I blame myself every day for it, but I wanted a chance. We can try, we can be a family again." This time, he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly.

You find yourself staring at the now empty coffee mug. The gentle rain was falling outside, and from time to time, you could hear the drops falling on the window.

For some reason, this comfortable climate reminded you of when the two of you would lie on the sofa and watch a movie cuddling. As if nothing else mattered. And you missed it so much now.

You face him, plucking up the courage to say, "What if it's all the same? What if our relationship ends the same way?"

They were fair questions. After all, despite being a man of his word, Leon might not keep his word. At the end of the day, he was a human being like any other, and he could make mistakes just the same.

He was quick to squeeze your hand and gently planted a kiss on your palm, "I swear, I promise you it will be different. I've changed, I'm trying my best to be a good father to our daughter. Just as if you let me, I want to be a better husband."

And that was enough to make your heart skip beats. You wanted to throw yourself into his arms, hug him, kiss him madly, as if nothing else mattered.

But your mind said no, but your heart screamed and cried out for him. How could you ignore him? He was the man you loved, right there, willing to try again.

"Leon... I don't know... it's not that I don't trust you, I just... get apprehensive, you know?" And you were being honest, but you still didn't have the courage to face him. And once again, you find yourself staring at the empty mug, looking for any other distraction.

"I know, I'm not asking you to forgive me now. You can take as long as you like, but all I'm asking is that you think. I want another chance, just this once." His voice was clear, full of affection.

And again, your body betrays you. You surrender to his words, an almost indiscreet smile appears on your face, God, you wanted him so much. Just as he wanted you.

There's no explanation, you're made for each other, you're soul mates, there's no other reason.

Those blue eyes, scanning you, looking for any sign, any little sign.

And as a way of trying to lighten the mood, you took your mug and his and washed them.

And for a moment, his eyes grew sad. He didn't want to let go of your hand, let alone have you move away from him.

He sighed audibly, leaning back a little more in his chair. His eyes didn't stop following you for a single minute.

A few minutes after washing the mugs, you lean against the sink, cross your arms, and look at Leon with a discreet smile. You're trying to find the right words to say to him.

"You can..." You stop talking mid-sentence, your eyes roaming around the kitchen nervously.

And that was more than enough to catch his attention, who approached you, standing in front of you.

"What? Do you want to tell me something?" Leon asks, with a clear tone of curiosity in his voice.

You smiled a little shyly, feeling like a silly young girl at the moment, "Can you sleep here?"

And that seemed to take him by surprise, but not in a bad way. It didn't take long for a broad smile to appear on his face, as if you had just given him news that would brighten his night, and indeed it would.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say." He gently takes both your hands, caresses them, and plants a kiss on each.

You giggled, letting yourself be carried away by the moment. Meanwhile, the rain was getting worse outside, and the weather was getting a little worse outside, but that only made it more comfortable inside your house.

"So... shall I take you to your room? It's getting late." Leon tells you, but you both know it's just another excuse for you to cuddle and spend at least one night together.

"Yes... we can go there." You take his hand, gently guiding him to your room.

However, he stops you, soon carrying you in his arms. Carrying you in a bridal style.

"Leon... you don't have to..." You whispered, but it was clear that you loved being cuddled like this in his arms.

"I want to, please. I want to feel you in my arms." And he gave you a light kiss on the forehead, snuggling you even closer into his arms.

And you never ceased to be impressed by him, the way he carried you so easily, even when you were pregnant, he carried you as if you were just a feather.

And to be honest, he loved it, loved how lovely you felt in his arms, how safe he made you feel.

After a while, you both arrive in the bedroom, only to see your daughter sleeping peacefully in your bed. She looked like a little angel.

"I'm taking her to her room." Leon whispers to you as he gently sets you down.

And soon he too carried the little girl up to her room, not taking long to return. And as soon as he walked back into your room and saw your figure sitting on the bed, looking at him with that adorable smile, he couldn't help but let a sly grin escape.

In the blink of an eye, there he was, embracing you as he gently laid you down on the bed, holding you tightly in his arms.

"You have no idea how much I miss you..." A muffled voice comes from Leon's lips as he rests his head on your chest.

And you start playing with his hair, stroking it from time to time.

"I know... I miss you too, Lee..." And his heart fluttered when you called him that, the nickname you gave him yourself, and he loved it every time you called him that.

He squeezed you tighter, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him. Not in a rough way, but strong enough to hold you in place. And on that cold night, you felt that your bed was warm, and more than that, it was cozy, inviting. And that's just because Leon was there, that's all. He had that effect, that effect on you, if the two of you were together, even the worst of situations became tolerable.

"You don't know how self-controlled I am. All I want to do is kiss you, you're stunning tonight." And you could feel his fingers moving gently on your hips, making little circles.

You giggled again, "I think I can imagine."

He smiled along with you, starting to kiss and nibble your neck affectionately, without rushing, just doing it passionately.

You let out a heavy breath, clinging tighter to him. At this point, your heart was pounding. You felt like a teenager again, feeling silly and youthful.

And in an even gentle way, he began to caress your thighs, giving them light squeezes.

While he was still kissing and nibbling on your neck, which gradually became more intense.

"That's good, Lee..." You let out a slight gasp, which was basically music to his ears.

"I know, babe. I know." His teeth drag across your skin, a sensation that could easily give you goosebumps.

His hand went under your dress, giving him the opportunity to caress your bare skin, which made him even more aroused.

And you let a soft moan escape from your lips, as soon as you felt his warm hands touch your thighs. And you realized how much you missed him, how much you missed his touch and his love, and of course, so did he.

And slowly, he began to move upwards with his mouth, going all over your neck until he reached your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses. Soon, he was on your cheeks, and finally, pressing a hot, passionate kiss to your lips.

The way you two kissed, while romantic, could be considered thirsty because you wasted no time in sliding your tongues into each other's mouths, deepening the kiss quickly. As if the two of you couldn't wait another second.

"Fuck... I've missed you so much." He says in a husky voice, his thumb rubbing your lower lip affectionately.

And frankly, the way you looked at him, the way your lips were parted and you were gasping for breath, was enough to fill his body with lust.

And once again he captures your lips in a sensual kiss, now beginning to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass, pushing you even harder against him.

"Leon..." You moan into his lips, letting him squeeze and caress your body however he wants.

He gives you a little smile, biting your bottom lip in response.

"I'll make it worth your while, don't worry." He whispers, now he's playing with the flaps of your panties, gently caressing your soft skin.

And you took the liberty of sliding your hands under his shirt, feeling his strong, chiseled chest. Your fingers explored every corner, as if for the first time, and you could bet he was enjoying it, the way he let out sweet whispers against your lips.

And he broke away from you for a moment, only to remove his shirt and jacket, making you salivate at the privileged view of his chest.

"You know I love it when you look at me like that, don't you?" He teases, as he watches you bite your lower lip.

You sit on the bed, leaning on his waist as you kiss and lick his chest, just the way he loved it.

And you can see the lust shining in his eyes, a fervor that wouldn't cease any time soon. He put one hand in your hair, smoothing it while saying sweet words of encouragement, because more than anything he wanted you to continue.

And slowly you reached for his belt, and you could already see the bulge forming in his pants, and you used your fingers to caress the spot, eliciting a soft grunt from him.

And there you were again, giving him soft, gentle kisses over the bulge in his pants, just as a way of teasing him even more, and he seemed to be enjoying it, as his hips trembled from time to time.

And when you finally removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, leaving him with just his boxers. He took a deep breath, in a way to contain himself, to regain his composure.

"No... no, darling." With a slight push, he lifts your face, making you look at him, you had a confused expression, then asked, "Don't you want to?"

He smiles and nods, "I want it more than anything, but tonight, tonight I'm going to pamper you. I'm going to pamper you from head to toe."

And with that he lays you back on the bed, standing over you and whispering sweet words, "Tonight I'm going to make my redemption. For making you feel alone in this marriage," he begins to kiss your cheeks, pressing your body against him.

"Tonight I'm going to show you how loved and adored you are by me, understand? I'm going to do what I should have done at our marriage."

And with that, he kissed your entire face, your cheeks, forehead, lips, nose, every corner of your face.

His hands danced all over your body, caressing and squeezing, massaging every tense spot on your body. He wanted you to be completely relaxed because he was going to take care of you tonight.

You just nodded, letting yourself be carried away by him, letting him take complete control of the situation because at the end of the day, you didn't give a damn. You needed it as much as he did.

He pulled your dress up to your waist, and you felt the cold air hit your bare skin, but it soon passed when you felt his big, warm hands on your thighs. Massaging each spot, kissing and nibbling lightly, and drawing moans from your lips.

"God... you're going to ruin me like this," You teased, looking at him with a playful smile.

But his naughty grin was the perfect response, "That's my intention, baby."

And a lovely sound falls from your mouth as his fingers barely touch your wet surface, and you can feel your soaked panties.

He kissed and nibbled your inner thighs, dragging his tongue there from time to time, keeping one hand on your hips, to steady you, and the other stroking your core over the cheap fabric of your panties.

Involuntarily, your hips began to move against his hand, desperately seeking more friction.

"My pretty girl, are you that wet? Just for a few touches, mh?" He teases, sliding your panties aside with one of his fingers, threatening to put it inside, the tip of his finger caressing your entrance.

"Mhmm..." You whimpered, looking at him with a sly face, almost begging him to continue.

And he giggled, sliding your panties down between your legs, taking them off and throwing them in a corner of the room.

And there was that vision of paradise in his eyes, your pussy wet, dripping, all because of him.

He just laughed again, shaking his head, "You know damn well I can't resist you." And without giving you a choice, he buried his head between your legs, holding you firmly by the hips, preventing you from squirming.

"Leon.. God." You moaned shyly, feeling him give you sloppy kisses all over your intimate area, sliding his tongue around the spot, making you even more excited.

"My baby is always so wet for me, always ready for me. You're a naughty girl, but I can't complain." He smiles, sliding his tongue into your center, almost starting to enter your entrance.

You gasp, your body arching at the delicious sensation of his hot muscle working on your needy cunt.

With his thumb he stroked your clit, making circular movements, calm and firm, he knew exactly where to touch you.

"Fuck... Leon..." You whined, putting one of your hands on his head, pushing him towards you.

He grunted, but didn't complain. On the contrary, he grabbed onto your legs and started fucking you with his tongue, without the slightest mercy.

"Holy shit, oh... oh..." You moaned audibly, thrusting your hips against his lips looking for more contact, as if that were possible.

You felt so close, head empty and heavy, body hot and bothered. You were close, but so close. And he didn't help either, he ate you like a caged animal that hadn't had a meal in months.

"Cum on my tongue, go on. Do it for me," and once again he planted lazy kisses on your intimate area, licking and kissing, not stopping to caress your clit for a second.

And to finish, he pinched lightly on your clit, dragging his tongue all over your pussy, which was enough for you to moan his name out loud, pushing him against you even more. Your thighs pressed against his head, and he loved it.

He loved it when you held him like this, giving him the opportunity to continue kissing you after orgasm.

"Oh...oh... God." You whispered, your lips parted as you breathed heavily, your body trembling and sweaty. The sensation was too good, impossible to regain consciousness that quickly.

"Good girl, you taste fucking good, you know that, don't you?" Leon says, licking his lips and wiping his fingers, licking slowly to feel the sweetness he loved so much.

You smile at him, still catching your breath from the intense orgasm. And before he did anything else, he finished taking off your dress, taking off your bra with it.

And now you were completely exposed to him, and you could see that gleam in his eye, an unusual hard-on, which he only felt for you. Only you.

Without wasting much time, he removes his boxers, and his member almost jumps out. Hard and ready, with a little of pre-cum running down the head of his dick.

"You're perfect, just perfect." He murmurs to you, looking your naked body up and down, masturbating at the sight.

"Be good to me and spread those beautiful legs, mh? Can you spread them for me, princess?" And as if it were an order you obeyed, spreading your legs and giving him the perfect angle.

"Yes, good girl." He pressed your knees together, directing them towards your chest, slowly fitting himself into you.

And it worked like magic. He positioned himself between your legs, stroking his member before putting it into you, little by little, centimeter by centimeter.

You both moaned as you felt him go all the way in, stretching your tight, velvety walls.

Soon, he was all the way in, leaning some of his weight on you, holding onto his elbows, while you wrapped your legs around his hips, preventing him from moving away.

"Fuck, I've already put a baby in you, and you're still this tight," He growled in your ear, starting to thrust harder.

And all you could do was mumble things here and there, most of which made no sense. You had no control over yourself at this point, you just wanted to surrender to him, and that's what you did.

Skin colliding with skin, you scratching his back as his name kept escaping your lips, and he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

And he'd leave you whimpering loudly as soon as he hit one of your sweet spots, the way he'd hit that spot, he knew all your weaknesses, when he could and couldn't touch, what it's like when to touch, he knew perfectly.

"What about these tits here?" He teases, while with one hand, he caresses and plays with your nipples. Stretching between his fingers, it was a little uncomfortable, but it was good in a way.

"Ohh..mhmm.." All you could say was as soon as he put his warm mouth on your right breast, and his hand caressed and massaged the left one.

His tongue curled around your nipple as he sucked on your breast like there was no tomorrow, and it was sure to leave a mark the next day.

All you could hear in that room was the moans of pleasure, the bodies crashing against each other.

And with a 'pop' noise, he removed his mouth from your breast. Smiling at you in a cheeky way, seeing how surrendered to him you were.

"You're close, aren't you? Why don't you act like a good girl and cum for me, Hm?" And God, those words could get you off the ground in a matter of seconds.

As a way of stimulating you further, he starts massaging your clit in circles, helping you reach your limit even more.

"Leon... ahhh. Leon." You moaned desperately, nails digging into his back, legs wrapped around him as a way of holding on even tighter. You can be sure that tomorrow those nail marks would be clearly visible on his back.

"Yeah, come on, fuck - if you keep squeezing me like that, I'm going to cum too." He grunted, grinding his hips into you.

He was losing himself more and more, your pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter, and you could feel his cock twitching in you, more and more.

"Mhm.. Leon, I'm gonna cum." You murmured, feeling your body go further with his touches.

As a quick response, he started thrusting even faster, his cock slamming into your deepest places, hitting your g-spot again and again.

And there you go, your head goes blank, your body writhes and you let out a loud moan, calling out his name. Your body arched sharply, crashing into Leon's chest. I don't even need to tell you what a mess you've made of his cock, your fluids making it even wetter.

All he did was give you a satisfied smile, crushing his lips against yours, giving you a hot, sloppy kiss.

And now he pressed your legs against your chest, putting you in a mating press. Smashing his cock into you, hard and deep, he was searching for his own limit. And it certainly wouldn't be long because of the way you held him, your warm, wet walls sucking him inside, like the most impure image in the world.

And with one final thrust he finished inside, letting moans and grunts of pleasure come from his lips. And there was the scene, he filled you with his cum, which was deep inside you. And it was a strangely good feeling, you felt full when it happened.

And as soon as he'd finished, he lay on top of you, crushing you with his weight, but he was still holding on so he wouldn't fall all over you.

And there you both were, covered in a thin layer of sweat, panting and bodies glued together, still connected in the most intimate way possible.

"I fucking love you. Do you hear me?" he whispers, looking at you with the gentlest, most adoring eyes.

You smile, a tired but satisfied smile, "I know, I love you too." Sincere and simple words that came out of you, but that left him in a state of ecstasy.

He was quick to bring your lips together in a passionate kiss, embracing you gently.

That's what he wanted to hear, he needed reassurance, reassurance that he could try again. That he could win you back again, and he wouldn't stop until that happened.

"I'm going to make you mine again, my sweet wife." He murmurs into your lips, full of affection and tenderness.

You giggle, running your hand through his dark hair. You knew how insistent he was, and that he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

And after a few more kisses, he lay down next to you, tired of holding his own weight. And then he took your left hand, where you wore your wedding ring, then grabbed your ring finger and played with it.

"I'm going to make you wear a wedding ring again, do you hear me? I'm going to make you marry me again, no matter what I have to do." He smiles gently, giving your palm a few kisses.

"I'll wait for that, Kennedy." You tease him in a playful way, pinching his cheeks.

And for a moment, he thought, and then began to speak, "You know, how about tomorrow we spend the day together? Me, you, and our daughter? We can watch some movies in the morning, and in the afternoon we can go for a walk in the park." He suggested excitedly, hoping that you would accept.

And you smiled so broadly that you couldn't hide it. You grabbed him in a tight hug.

"Of course, of course. It'll be great." You answered him just as excitedly.

And then he put your hair behind your ear, holding your face with both hands, then he began to talk in a more seductive way, "And in the night, we can go out for dinner. Just you and me, what do you think? I can call Claire, and she can stay with our daughter. And we'll both have the whole night to ourselves. Sounds good?" He knew you too well, and of course you wouldn't reject his proposal, not even if you wanted to.

You nodded eagerly, hugging him once more.

He smiled, returning the hug.

"Let's go to sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a great day." And he was going to make sure of it, you bet.

It wasn't long before the two of you were cuddling, getting lost in each other's caresses. The familiarity of being safe in your lover's arms made you fall asleep quickly, just as he fell asleep right after you. He couldn't ask for more. He was close to you, and he would try anything to make your relationship work this time, and he would make his promise count.

Because this time he was going to be the man you needed, the husband he should have been, he was going to do the right things this time. He was going to make you the happiest woman in the universe, just as you, just by being close to him, made him the happiest man in the world.

Wow, this is amazing... X(X-(:0

Don’t Pull My Strings- ML Prompts and One Shots 8

Ok so here’s the story featuring Puppet Queen and Marionette. I worked them into a request for my friend, @naruwitch​, where Marinette and Luka get akumatized and Adrien learns his inaction and bad advice has serious consequences. I had a lot of fun writing this so yay me. Also I’m closing requests for these prompts for a little bit. I have a few I need to catch up on so I’ll reopen requests when I’m caught up but I’m not sure when that will be. Anyway hope you guys like this :)

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Tears rolled down Marinette’s face as she held onto the lucky charm Adrien had given her for her birthday. She was sat on her chaise lounge with a number of her handmade dolls near her. She had a Volpina one on the floor, along with the Bubbler and the Lady Wifi doll. She had been talking to them as if they were their real life counterparts. She was trying not to bottle up her hurt as she knew it wasn’t healthy. Normally, it worked but today she was finding it harder then usual. Today in class, Lila had claimed that Marinette had attacked her and had been bullying her. As a result, Alya and Nino had renounced their friendship with Marinette and turned their back on her. They completely believed Lila’s lies about her supposedly bullying her and told Marinette in front of the whole class, including Miss Bustier, that they would couldn’t be friends with a jealous bully like her, which in turn had caused the rest of the class to turn against her, expect for Juleka. She had been the only one who tried to point out that it wasn’t Marinette’s normal behavior. Sure, she had her moments when she got jealous of people but always got past it. As usual everyone ignored her but the real blow had came when Marinette tried to stick up for herself and tell them the truth. Hoping that Adrien would tell the truth, she turned to him and asked him to tell them. Adrien, however, didn’t. She wasn’t sure if he panicked or if he just didn’t want to call Lila out but he turned around and said that he didn’t know what she was talking about. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he then pulled her aside and told her to drop it, telling that ‘they were just lies’, that 'no one was getting hurt’ and long as they both knew, it didn’t matter if Lila was lying or not. She didn’t stay after that. Despite Miss Bustier calling for her, Marinette rushed home and straight into her room, where she cried for a few minutes before taking out her dolls. She tried to talk them, telling them about how she felt but the real string of betrayal had come from Adrien. Since she didn’t have a doll of him, she took out the lucky charm he had given her but instead of talking, she just began to cry again. In a simple act of trying to 'keep the peace’, he had broke her heart in two. She jumped a little as she heard a knock on her trapdoor.

“C-Come in?” The trap door opened and to her surprise, Luka climbed through. As soon as he fully in the room and the trap door closed, Marinette rushed over to him, throwing her arms around him. He caught her and held her close as she began to cry.

 "Ssh, it’s ok, Melody,“ He whispered, leading her back over to her chaise longue. Marinette let him sit her down before he sat next to her and held her close to him. "Juleka messaged me and asked me to come by to check on you. She didn’t tell me what happened but mentioned that you ran out of the school in tears,”

Marinette nodded as she held onto him. He frowned a little as he held her, stroking the top of her head.

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breeding kink with leon bc :3 i love him

also um working on a theme but i am pretty busy these days yk. i’ll try to post more sorry about that!! its friday now so :3 it’s more of a short drabble to get myself back into writing

no warnings, fem!reader, lots lots of cum bc i love breeding kink. and size kink btw

Leon didn’t think of himself as a family man. quite the opposite, he never thought of starting a family. but.

the thought of filling you up with his cum switches something in Leon’s mind at the sight of you full of cum. it’s primal, almost.

sometimes, after a long mission, he just puts you in mating press, legs on his shoulders, pressing them to your chest. you feel hazy, head empty with how well he’s filling you up. his hands are holding yours so tight in a protective grip, fingers twined with yours, his head buried in your shoulder as he fucks you in missionary. Leon loves missionary because he can kiss your pretty face, be close to you, put his head on your chest and suck on your breasts. Leon always knows how to make you feel good, with his cock pistoning in and out of you at a ruthless pace.

“Fuck, gonna fill you up, knock you up yeah? you’d look so pretty with a swelled belly.” he speaks to you with that hot, breathy tone, making your heart flutter at the mere thought, too. Leon’s voice is something that never fails to arouse you further.

Leon’s going on autopilot at one point. just pure desire to stuff you full, breed you until you’re filled to the brim. he pulls you into a deep kiss, arching his hips to massage your cervix. he makes sure to not go too rough though, to not squish you under his weight since he’s so big compared to you. his hand moves from yours to rest on your belly, gently pressing it to feel his cock sliding in and out of you, feeling the bulge that’s forming on your lower abdomen. fuck he swears he’s about to cum just from feeling this.

“Gonna stuff my cum in you, goddamn, you’re so pretty, love you so fucking much, taking my cock so good.” he pants out, pulling you into a deep kiss and taking your hand in his again. to Leon, holding hands during sex is a habit. he always does it, needs to feel you, touch you, reassure you this way.

he feels you squeezing him so well, his fat cock making you see stars and eyes roll back. he feels proud of himself whenever you’re like this, it’s just so damn hot. he’s swelling inside you, his length throbbing as he’s reaching his edge. he’s rubbing your clit, fingering you so you cum before him. he always makes sure you cum before him, and if he does cum faster, he makes up for it with his mouth, fingers or just pumps into you until you cum.

only when you cum, he’s thinking about himself. he bursts his white seed into your warmth, emptying his balls deep in your guts. he pulls out of you after a moment, just admiring the sight of his cum leaking out of you. he pushes it back with his fingers, making sure everything stays inside before pulling you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“You’re killing me, baby. Love you so much.” he whispers into your ear, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

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the story of love: going back | daminette

summary: marinette returns to college francois dupont.

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Marinette inhaled deeply as she stood in front of College Francois Dupont.

Damian noticed – he was far too observant sometimes – and placed a kiss on her temple. “Everything’s going to be okay, Angel,” he promised.

Marinette believed him.

As she walked into the school with Damian, everyone stopped what they were doing to stare unabashedly at her and Damian.

When she walked by, Marinette could hear people whispering, dating Damian Wayne and our Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Dating him?

But she ignored them.

**

“Ms Dupain-Cheng, please reconsider your transfer-” whimpered Mssr. Damocles.

Marinette interrupted him sweetly. “With all due respect, sir-” which means none at all, you sniveling idiot, “I am not going to change my mind. Now, please, hand me my transfer papers.”

With a trembling hand, Damocles finally gave the papers to her. “You will have to go back to your classroom, to collect your belongings,” he said faintly.

Marinette was well aware that the only reason he wanted her here was to make his school more popular – not because he cared about her. He never did.

As she and Damian walked out of his office, Damian gave her an appreciative smile. “You handled that situation amazingly, Angel. I’m proud of you.”

Several students stopped to gawk at them when he said that.

Marinette giggled softly and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, Dami.”

“Are you sure you want to go to your class?” asked Damian worriedly. “I could get your stuff for you, if you want.”

Marinette stroked his cheek fondly. It was nice of him to offer but she had to do this herself. “No, Dami. As much as I would, I can’t. I need closure and so do my classmates.”

Damian scoffed at the mention of her classmates. “Your old-” he emphasized the ‘old’, “-classmates need nothing of the sort. I would like to make the pay for what they did.”

Marinette smirked slyly. “Who said you can’t?”

Lila Rossi had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on.

That morning, while she got ready for school, she expected everyone to welcome her and worship her feet when she walked in.

What she wasn’t expecting was the cold glares and derisive sneers she got from literally everyone in the school.

Like, had Hawkmoth sent another akuma or something? Because otherwise she was going to have a chat with him about it.

When she walked into Mdm. Bustier’s class, Lila hoped at least her sheep would believe her grand tales of Prince Ali’s palace but no one gave her a single glance.

In fact, everyone, including Mdm. Bustier, was glaring at her.

Mdm. Bustier eyed her coldly and asked, “Would you like to explain your lies, Lila?”

Before she could come up with another lie, Lila was interrupted by none other than her worst enemy.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Lila smirked victoriously. No matter if her lies were discovered.

She could pin this on Marinette.

Marinette walked in confidently into her former class.

Seems like everyone was about to gang up on Lie-la, she thought with spiteful amusement.

You could hardly blame Marinette though. Lie-la had made her life a living hell for quite some time now. It was nice to know she would be paying for it.

She was snapped out of her not-so-nice thoughts when Alya yelled, “Marinette!”

The glasses-wearing girl tackled her in a hug – as if they had never stopped being friends, as if she had never ignored her, as if she hadn’t bullied her.

Alya seemed to be oblivious to the fact that her hug was one-sided. Marinette’s arms stayed firmly and stiffly by her side.

When Marinette gave no response to her, Alya finally backed away and looked at her – really looked at her – which meant looking at her stony expression.

“Marinette? What’s wrong?” she faltered, looking at her classmates for help.

And suddenly, they were all clamoring at her yelling about how good it was to have her back and how much they missed her as if they had never broken her heart. As if they weren’t the reason she spent hours wondering why she wasn’t enough for them. As if she they weren’t the reasons she spent innumerable nights crying herself to sleep.

Marinette could feel the anger building inside her body and was currently trying to resist the urge to let it out while simultaneously attempting not to get akumatized.

Hawkmoth was a man without a life and she wasn’t about to show weakness to the likes of him.

Completely ignoring her silence, her classmates and teacher (with the exception of Lila, of course) continued without abandon until finally, finally they shut up and by their fearful expressions – she knew why.

Showing the first semblance of emotions since she got to this hellhole called a class, Marinette flung her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him recklessly – completely ignoring her former-classmates as they had before and had continued to do so for years.

“Miss me?” Damian whispered against her lips.

Marinette nodded fervently. “The sooner we get out of here, the better.”

It finally, occurred to someone named Adrien that Marinette hadn’t said a word since she entered this cursed classroom.

In a voice that would have had her blushing mere months ago, he asked, “Mari, why haven’t you said anything? Aren’t you happy to see us?”

And then suddenly, the rest of the class was asking favors from her: Mari, will you give me a leg up (Literally everyone); An interview (Alya); A business deal (Adrien).

That was what tipped her over the edge, and judging by Damian’s smirk he knew it too.

Alya was shocked to see the anger that blossomed on Marinette’s face when Adrien said that.

“‘Happy to see you’” she snarled, eyes practically radiating pure anger. “You all could go and rot in hell for all I care.”

Rearing back in fear, Alya said, outraged, “What? But we’re your friends, Mari. How could you say something like that?”

Bad move, darling.

Marinette spun towards her, fists clenching. “Friends, huh?” she spat the word out. “Then where were you when I said Lila was lying? Oh, that’s right…you didn’t believe me!”

Using her momentary pause, Alya interrupted. “But you didn’t have any proof-”

“I was your best friend, Alya, you’re supposed to believe things like that without question.” Marinette glared at her. “And even if you didn’t, you were supposed to do some research about it, weren’t you?”

“But you were jealous! Jealous of your crush on Adrien!” Alya didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for what she said. She half expected Marinette to blush then and there.

It only served to make her angrier. “Yeah? Then who was the one to plan Kagami and Adrien’s date, huh? Me, that’s who!” Marinette advanced like a lion, Alya being the prey. “Then, pray tell me, how could I be jealous when I planned his date with another girl?”

Alya had no answer to that.

Marinette poked a finger into her chest, managing to look bigger even with her short stature. “I”ll tell you why. Because you. Were. A. SHIT. Best friend.”

Alya flinched at every word, knowing somewhere deep, deep down that it was true.

Adrien thought it was time to intervene.

Alya one of the most bull-headed girls he knew – though it served to be a flaw in this case, he thought regretfully – looked like she was going to cry.

“Marinette,” he said gently. “I think you need to calm down before you attract an akuma.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because he was her next target and Adrien couldn’t help but feel a little frightened. Especially, when the Wayne was standing there with a cocky smirk.

“Before I attract an akuma?” Marinette mimicked furiously. “Well, guess what, Adrien, ever since you told me to use the ‘high road’ I attracted 26 akumas because of you!”

Adrien flinched at her volume and Wayne’s sudden glare.

“What do you mean?” asked Rose, sweet Rose.

Marinette looked at him with a terrifying smile. Adrien felt his heart sink. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well for him.

“Adrien,” she said with an eerie calm. “Knew Lila was lying the whole time.”

The class was only able to stare at him in silent shock.

Marinette smirked at him so coldly, Adrien shivered. “And if you’re so concerned about people getting akumatized, then why the hell didn’t you stop your ‘best friend’ Chloe Bourgeois from causing more than half of the akumatizations in the whole of Paris?”

Adrien had nothing to say.

Because he knew she was right.

Caline Bustier did not like the direction this discussion was going in.

The whole class was hounding on Adrien like a pack of dogs and Marinette – her once role-model – was the cause of it.

What happened to the sweet girl she knew?

She didn’t realize she said it out loud until everyone had descended into silence.

Marinette shot her an icy glare. “The ‘sweet girl you knew’” she encased that in finger quotes. “-was a doormat, Bustier.”

Caline flinched.

Ignoring her discomfort, Marinette continued being brutally honest. “That girl would spend nights awake doing jobs for her friends – which you forced her to do – for free, the only payment being a ‘thank you.’ That girl let you dump all of your responsibilities as a teacher on her.”

Caline tried to protest against that. “I didn’t-”

“-dump all of your responsibilities on me?” finished Marinette. “You did. I was the one to plan all the class trips when it should have been you. I was the one to look after the class though it was your job. So tell me Bustier, how is it not?”

Seeing as she had no response, Marinette continued, the fire blazing brighter than ever. “And that bullshit about being the bigger person. Absolute rubbish. Forgiving and forgetting doesn’t make the bully stop. It encourages them. You’re a shit teacher Bustier and you don’t deserve to be one.”

Caline flinched when she heard Marinette use that profanity.

It didn’t make it any less true.

Marinette felt lighter than she had in years. It felt freeing to let all those feelings out.

“Now,” she said, sweetly as if she would have done before. “To the rest of my former-classmates. I hate you, and I hope I never, ever see you again because you all absolutely suck.”

She felt a spiteful sort of satisfaction when she saw their shocked faces.

As Marinette held her hand out, she asked, “My stuff please?”

Lila’s head was reeling. What the hell was happening?

She expected Marinette to accept those idiot’s apologies, not blow up at them!

Nothing was going her way today.

Except for one thing…

Lila allowed herself a tiny smirk when she saw a purple butterfly floating into the room – straight towards Marinette.

Oh no you don’t.

She launched herself up onto a table and trapped the akuma in between her arms. By then, the entire class had noticed her acrobatics and fallen into silent horror when they saw what she did.

But she didn’t care.

After beating Ladybug, Lila would take both of the miraculous and rule the world! She was astounding, wasn’t she?

As she inserted the akuma into her bracelet, she smirked. “Hello, Hawkmoth,” she purred.

“Mdm. Rossi, do you mind?” he hissed through their connection. “I could finally akumatize my target and you came in between.”

Lila felt her heart stop beating in shock. “What?” she gasped. “You want Maribrat to defeat Ladybug? I am so much better!”

She stamped her foot for emphasis, ignoring the people in the room.

Hawkmoth sighed as if she was a 2-year-old child throwing a tantrum. “Don’t you see Mdm. Rossi?” he said with exasperation. “You were only a pawn and perhaps a slightly useful weapon in my game. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was my ultimate akuma to defeat Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

Leaving Lila to drown in her outrage, Hawkmoth swiftly guided the akuma from her bracelet and into Marinette’s purse.

Marinette stiffened as she felt Hawkmoth assert his control on her.

“Princess Justice,” he crooned. “I am Hawkm-”

Through his usual spiel, Marinette heard Damian pleading her not to give in.

“-Angel, you need to fight him.” Damian was saying, ignoring her idiot class’s shock at seeing him speak.

Hawkmoth taking no notice of her thoughts, continued. “I will give you the power to make everyone who has wronged you pay-”

Oh, hell no.

Marinette spoke to him for the first time, interrupting his speech. “Does that ‘everyone’ include you, Hawkmoth?”

Taking his silence as a cue to continue, she said, “Because, honestly? My life was a million times better when you didn’t even exist.”

Regaining his tongue, Hawkmoth smoothly said, “Perhaps, after you have made everyone one else pay and have got me-”

“Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous?” Marinette scoffed. “As if. Unless, of course, you’re willing to let me make you pay first.”

Marinette knew he wouldn’t do that.

“Absolutely not-” Hawkmoth tried to finish and persuade her but she interrupted again.

“Then I don’t give a damn.” Marinette growled into the connection. “I will not get akumatized for nothing.”

She examined her purse lightly. “And, just to be clear, I wouldn’t have accepted your akuma anyway.”

Ignoring Hawkmoth’s protests, she continued. “If you try to akumatize me or anyone else in this room, Hawkmoth, I’ll find you and make sure you pay. Starting with a hunt for your head.”

That was not a threat to take lightly.

With that, Marinette tore a teensy-weensy piece of her purse and smirked victoriously as the akuma hurriedly flew away.

Hawkmoth wouldn’t bother her for a while.

As she walked out of the class, Marinette made a mental note to put a restraining order on Alya and Adrien because she had a feeling they wouldn’t leave her alone.

That night, Adrien felt lonelier than ever. After Marinette had left the class with her boyfriend, his friend – no former-friends – made him an outcast.

Which essentially meant he didn’t have any friends except for Chloe.

Adrien expected some kind of support from Plagg, but the only thing his kwami said was, “I told you what to do, kid. You didn’t listen. You made your own bed – now its time to sleep in it.”

The irony was not lost on him. Adrien had never made his own bed in his life.

He was startled out of his thoughts when the last person he was expecting to come jumped into the room.

Ladybug.

Adrien jumped out of his seat and rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Ladybug!”

Only, there was something wrong with his lady. Her pretty blue eyes were ice cold and she wasn’t smiling at all. “Chat Noir,” she said stonily.

Adrien opened his mouth to respond but he was unable to speak when he realized what she said. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he said nervously.

“Save it.” Ladybug walked closer to him. “I asked Tikki who you are.”

Eyes brightening, Adrien beamed at her. “Does that mean you’ll show me who you are?”

Ladybug hugged him. That was not a response he was expecting.

Nevertheless, Adrien hugged her back, bathing in her scent.

His ears registered her saying, “I’m sorry.”

And the next second, his ring was slipped of his finger and she was smirking at him. “that I’m not sorry, at all.”

Adrien gaped at her. “My Lady! What are you doing? Why are you taking my miraculous away?”

His Lady eyed him critically. “I’ll tell you why. Because you are not fit to be a miraculous-holder. Adrien Agreste, you have misused the miraculous of the Black Cat for your own selfish gain putting the civilians of Paris in danger.”

“But My Lady! We are meant to be!” Adrien whimpered.

“No we are not.” Ladybug said harshly. “This is exactly why your miraculous is being taken from you. You cannot accept the fact that it is not true.”

Adrien was on his knees now, begging. “Please, My Lady. You can’t do this.”

“I can and will.” Ladybug did not look in the least sorry. In fact, she looked relieved? “Because Adrien Agreste you are not worthy of the mantle of a superhero.”

And she launched herself out of the window. With his final friend. With his freedom.

Adrien cried himself to sleep that night, unable to understand why his Lady to his miraculous.

The next day, Marinette felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. Finally.

She didn’t realize how much her former-classmates’ actions were bothering her until she let it all out.

When she walked out of the bakery, she saw Alya and Adrien loitering by.

“Marinette! Will you-” “Marinette! I’m sorr-”

Marinette interrupted them both. “You both are meant to stay 20ft away from me. Didn’t you get the papers of the restraining order?”

They both refused to meet her eyes as they backed away slowly. Alya because her parents would murder her if she did anything else and Adrien because, well, he needed to keep Gabriel’s reputation squeaky clean didn’t he?

**

As she walked out walked on the Parisian sidewalks with her boyfriend’s arm around her waist (whose hand, she might add had a new silver ring on it), Marinette felt that she could take the world on with Damian by her side.

Bring it on Hawkmoth.