I Don't Like The Song But I Love This Story!!! (๑-﹏-๑)

Fainted..

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."

Love this very much... Fainted... 😳😳😳😳😳

18+ mdni or I'll throw hands

For the love of all things holy please let Mirio put you in a mating press

He would be so happy to have you folded in half, your pussy creaming around his cock over and over while he brings himself to release. "Does my cock feel that good? Hm? You're so pretty like this, look at you, have I fucked you dumb yet?" Mirio would be pounding into you ruthlessly, your knees beside your head being held down by his hands, caging you in. He would have you covered in hickeys, bite marks, and bruises from his strong grip on you. Your mind would be blank, only able to focus on the stretch of his cock and the feeling of his hands on you, the burning sensation of the position you've been held in long forgotten and replaced with pleasure. "Fuuuck that's it y/n, want my cum? Want me fill you up hm? Wanna have you dripping my cum all day baby" he'd increase his pace and his groans would echo in your ears. At this point all you can do is beg for his cum, your eyes practically forming heart shapes when you try to focus on his. "A-ah Mirio, gnna cum again, too good, f-fuck" your hands would come up to grasp onto his forearms, not even able to wrap around half of them, leaving little crescent shapes from your nails digging in. Your pussy would clench as you come undone one more time around his cock, giving that extra push Mirio needs to cum. "O-oh fuck, that's it, just like that, fuck you're gripping me so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum baby, gonna fill you so good" and with that his thrusts would stutter while he rides out his high, his cum spilling out the sides of your pussy. Your voices would carry out leaving no secret as to what was happening. Poor Tamaki wouldn't be able to make eye contact with either of you for at least a week without flushing beet red🥺

Sorry if this sucks, I'm in a Mirio mood and uhhhh it ain't healthy anymore

She's singing my jam!!!! 🚀🚉🚸⛽🅿

Rock Star

I was feeling a bit of writer’s block this morning. So I went through my prompts and found this awesome one. It has a bit of angst.

  She lost her friends. The boy she was in love with broke her heart. No one in class apart from Chloe would even speak to her anymore. Lila’s lies had taken root in class, leaving Marinette in the back alone and abandoned. The worst part was that Marinette didn’t even know if she could be friends with any of her classmates again after the truth was exposed. In the effort to cling tighter to the coattails of someone who promised them the world, they had abandoned a childhood friend as if the friendship meant nothing; as if Marinette meant nothing. And as if that wasn’t enough, Akumas were getting stronger every day. Chat Noir was pushier than ever before. Most days it was all too much.

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So huge dick powers... :-)

I had a thot about thicc dick Bakugou and eye-

Pls help. My brain.

But like imagine Barbarian Bakugou that refuses every woman’s advances. A lot of girls will take offense when he says it, but he’s not insulting them when he says they can’t handle him. He’s saying that literally.

Every woman he had been with in a sexual sense before just could not fit him inside. Even after god-like prep. If he was lucky some might have been able to take his tip. One of them seemed to have a permanent limp after their encounter with him, and word spread across the land that if the Dragon King were to bed you as he desires, he would break your hips.

Don’t get him wrong, women’s hands felt good. Their tongues did too. But it just wasn’t the same as feeling the characteristic gummy walls a hot and wet pussy had to offer wrapped around him.

One day he happens to meet reader who is a bit of an exotic royal herself, though her status isn’t as formal as Katsuki’s.

And she ends up becoming his wife and queen because she’s totally up for his challenge.

Manages to take in half of him first try. He nearly goes feral when he realizes how much of himself he can actually get inside without hurting her. Fucking all day and all night for the next few days ensues, Katsuki nearly enchanted by the white ring your tightness leaves around his cock.

And when he cums he fills you up beyond the brim. When he pulls out, your pretty pussy is gushing with his essence for the next five minutes before stopping.

You are also the only woman who’s been able to fit him in your mouth without dislocating your jaw. He fucking loves the way you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours, cheeks stuffed beyond measure as you look like you’re about to gag when he wasn’t even in your throat yet.

You were his perfect little queen, and he wasn’t letting you go any time soon.

I imagine getting pregnant by him would scare a lot of people too. Most would think birthing his child is a death sentence.

But you don’t care at all~. You prance around, glowing even more than you did before, all the same~.

Barbarian Bakugou would truly believe you are the strongest woman there ever was and would behead anyone he hears say otherwise about you.

Your baby with him is the chonkiest of chonkers, but it is what you love most in the world. A bubbly sweetheart that is so affectionate from birth.

You love to see the pride in your King’s eyes when he comes home from a battle covered in blood to a giggling ball of joy that makes grabby hands at him.

And the best miraculous ladybug salt goes to unmaskedagain. Applause... 🌟💚🌟🌟💚🌟💙🌟

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Truth is Subjective

            This post is based off a prompt by #galahadwilder. I give all credit to them for the idea.

This did not turn out the way I wanted it to. AT ALL. I completely missing the mark; or in this case prompt. I couldn’t figure out how to make it work like I had envisioned when I first read the prompt. And now I’m just like ugh. L

When Ladybug saw Alya frantically waving her down from where she was on top of her apartment roof. It was, nearly after midnight. She just finished off an Akuma. However, emotions had been running high among the students in her class so Ladybug didn’t hesitate to see what was wrong. Alya made not have been her best friend, or any type of friend, anymore but Ladybug was still a hero.

           A hero who was not happy to see Lila Rossi standing next to her.

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I ship felinette because Adrien is a spineless coward, thank everyone for opening my eyes...🌱🍯🌱🌱🍯🌱🐝🌱

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🌼🌱 Hi honey! 🌱🌼

New Lover

A certain someone bumps sees Ladybug detransform

Master Master List

(fyi, this is one of my older ones i’ve written.)

A year ago, Felix accidentally caught Ladybug detransforming into Marinette. When she saw him, she made him promise not to tell anyone. He only agreed if he got to know her better.

Weeks later, after multiple hangouts every week, Felix finally asked Marinette on a date. Eventually, those two became a couple. It took some time for her classmates, who still shipped Adrienette, but they eventually got over it, and shipped them two.

Now, Ladybug and Chat Noir are patrolling the city. Lately, Chat Noir has become possessive about Ladybug, but tonight he took it too far. When they ended patrol on the Eiffel Tower, Chat asked Ladybug on a date.

"Chat, I'm sorry, but I can't go on a date with you. I-" Ladybug tried to tell him that she already had a boyfriend, but he wouldn't listen.

"Ladybug why can't you accept my feelings for you? I've done everything for you! What will make you go out on a date with me?" Chat interrupted her.

When he stopped talking, Ladybug snapped. "If what you call, not showing up during akuma battles until I go out on a date with you 'doing everything for me' then I'd rather you'd do nothing for me." Chat was about to say something but Ladybug beat him to it. "The literal only reason why I never went on a date with you is because I already have a boyfriend. But even if I didn't, I still wouldn't go out on a date with you! You are a selfish human being that only cares for himself. I wouldn't be surprised if no one went out on a date with you in your civilian life!" Ladybug voice getting angrier and angrier by the second.

She was about to go off on him more until she heard him say something that he would soon regret.

"Since I can't have you, no one will. CATACLYSM!" Chat went to her chest, only for her to move out of the way. He was running at her, but when she moved away, he couldn't stop himself. He eventually ran into the walls of the Eiffel Tower. When he used his cataclysm, Ladybug went up to him and took away his miraculous.

"Chat Noir, you have been abusing the miraculous power, stalking me to find out my identity, and just tried to kill me!" Ladybug told him, in the coldest voice anyone has heard. "You are not worthy of having a miraculous. By being the guardian, I revoke you of your miraculous." Ladybug took away his ring, only to be surprised by who formerly owned the ring. It was none other than her former crush, Adrien Agreste. She was pissed to say the least. She yo-yoed away to go give the ring to Felix. She didn't trust anyone else with the power of destruction.

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The next day at school, everyone noticed Adrien's bad mood. No one but Marinette knew why. Whenever they tried to cheer him up, he would just flick them off and walk away.

When Marinette tried to cheer him up, he hit her as hard as he could. Marinette reminded him too much of him being Chat Noir, so he wanted that to go away.

Everyone saw what Adrien did to her, they stayed as far away as possible from him. He lost his best friend, he got less and less fangirls, and his grades started slipping.

Out of nowhere, an akuma appeared. Adrien just suddenly became happy. He knew that Ladybug couldn't use her miraculous unless the black cat's was activated. He didn't think that she found his replacement.

Anger and sadness suddenly overcame his face, when he saw his replacement. King Chat, the new replacement's name, was much better than he would ever be. And with his improved abilities, they finished akumas faster than Chat Noir and Ladybug ever did.

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When Gabriel found out about Adrien's grades slipping and him hitting Marinette for no reason at all, he decided it was best to homeschool him again. Adrien didn't mind, because he could finally forget his past as Chat Noir, Plagg, Ladybug, and his princess.

Adrien was watching the news when a question from the news was asked to Ladybug and King.

"Are you guys dating?" Adrien thought that they weren't considering what Ladybug told him the night he lost his miraculous

"I already have a boyfriend!"

Adrien was happy to know what the answer was going to be to that. But it turns out, he was wrong.

"Yes we are dating! I love him!"

"I love her."

Upon hearing this, Adrien's heart shattered. He had lost his lady to someone who was obviously better than him. He lost his princess to his cousin. He lost his friends because of him bullying Marinette. He had no one that loved him anymore.

He turned off the tv because he didn't want to hear anything else. That when he started to regret the night he tried to kill Ladybug. He lost everything just because of his obsession with her.

Here's a story with some inspiration by an author of tumblr, miggiisdumb, she also has a Twitter account. Her sexy black female characters are awesome, ok here's the story; Bakugo gets new neighbours. Dawyne The rock Johnson who is a quirkless but badass firefighter, he once saved the president of Japan's life and was given a pardon and asked to move to Japan to help their fire fighters. The rock is married to a quirkless African American who was adopted by Koreans and an excellent health cook, her name is kkul, they named her honey because she's a sweetheart. They both have an older son who is a wrestler and lives in America, They're 4 daughters; migeria, Camilla, diamond and princess. Migeria, the eldest of these triplets is like her dad but she somehow develop a quirk, anything she eats becomes healthy nutrition for her body so she never gets fat, she's a badass like her dad who kicked Katsuki's ass. Camilla is a strong and brave girl who wants to be a therapist, she's quirkless but doesn't care, like her sister and father she can kick ass. Diamond, she's a fighter and has a smile that glows like the moon, gorgeous eyes that shine like diamonds and training to be a quirkless doctor. Last is princess who loves pop music and wants to become a quirkless pop star, she can kick ass like her sisters and father.

This gives Katsuki a reality check that even quirkless people ain't weak or useless, so he begs the rock to train him. Izuku also gets trained by Migeria who sees Izuku as a little brother, Katsuki and Izuku beefed up and later meets Kirishima who joins in their training and becomes beefy like them. There are many oc pairings in this story of different nationalities, there will also be lemons in this story.

Pls allow me to borrow this character and create a fanfiction...

Merry Christmas!!!🌙

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐈𝐕

Pairing: DBF!Leon x Fem!Reader

Tags: vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, cunnilingus,

Summary: Leon is called away to a mission in Spain before Christmas and you wait anxiously to see if he'll make it home in time.

“I’m going to try my hardest to finish in the next couple days,” Leon reassures you over the phone. He’s been away for two weeks on a mission in Spain since a rogue military faction started snooping around for remnants of Las Plagas. You pace Leon’s living room; ever since you two got together, you spend a lot of time waiting at his place. You tell your parents your ‘house sitting’ since they still don’t know you’re secretly dating him, though sometimes you wonder if your father at least suspects and isn’t saying anything. He never questions what you’re doing anymore. As soon as you say you’re going to Leon’s, he simply smiles and nods, never pressing you for further details. 

You flop onto his bed, twirling your hair in your fingers. “Think you’ll be home by Christmas?” you ask, hope rampant in your tone, the holiday only one week away. Your eyes glance around the bedroom you share with him more often than not, lingering on photos of you two placed in simple frames all over. You smile to yourself, feeling the warmth from the happy memories. 

“I wanna be there. I’ll do everything I can, baby.” 

“I’ll make sure your house is nice and Christmas-y for when you get home,” you promise, already envisioning so many decorations, it’ll be like Christmas threw up all over his house!  

I’m sure you will, sweetheart,” Leon replies with a chuckle. 

You hear gunshots ringing in the background, causing your heart to race wildly. “Leon!” you choke out, plagued with worry.

“I better go, baby girl,” Leon says suddenly. You can hear rustling, like he’s moving quickly. “Love you.”

“I love you, too, Leon. Please be careful!” you cry, tears pooling in your eyes. The line goes dead and, as always, you never know if it’s because he hung up or something awful happened. You won’t know until he calls again. It could be hours… It could be days. You take a deep breath and sigh, hands trembling as they hold your phone, eyes staring at the screen with Leon’s image and contact information still displayed. “Just come home,” you whisper to that digital picture. 

In an effort to distract yourself, you make a trip to the local hobby store to find some decorations for Leon’s house. Your mood lifts slightly as you wander the store, picking out every tantalizing Christmas decoration you see, filling the large shopping cart full before you’re even half way through the store. You glance down at your haul so far; reindeer, Santas, porcelain houses, lights, fake snow, candles, garland, nutcrackers, bows, stockings, ornaments, even a few gnomes dressed in holiday garb. You return your gaze to the aisles ahead…and then…in the distance, you spot an eight foot tall synthetic tree, decked out in colorful LED lights and your eyes shine like a small child padding down the stairs on Christmas morning to see all the presents that good old Saint Nick left for them. Beaming, you rush to the nearest employee and ask - no, beg - them to help you get one of those magnificent trees. The twenty something year old worker clearly suppresses an eye roll - not that you’ll let it get to you - and tells you he’ll ‘check the back’. After a few minutes, he returns and tells you there are no more of the trees you wanted in stock. “The closest we have in stock is a nine-footer,” he explains, his tone detached and apathetic, as though he'd explained the lack of stock a dozen times already today and couldn't muster any more effort.

Unwilling to let this Grinch steal your cheerful attitude, you gleefully exclaim, “Oh! I’ll take the nine-foot one, then!” You practically jump up and down. 

“Great,” the worker replies, coldly and turns on his heel, heading back to the stockroom. You bob your head and sing softly along with the Christmas music playing overhead. Finally, the worker returns with a flatbed carrying your beautiful tree. 

After struggling to get it into your car, eventually you strap it to the top and carefully drive back to Leon’s place with your massive purchase of holiday decorations. You link your phone to the stereo in his living room and start playing more Christmas music, along with which you are all too happy to sing. You immediately start putting up the nine foot tree. With tender, loving care, you add lights, ornaments, and tinsel. You string more lights along the mantle of his fireplace and garland on the banisters. The small statuettes you bought find places on his coffee table and end tables. 

Throughout the afternoon, you’re constantly checking your phone to see if Leon has called or at least texted. Nothing. You know he must be pinned down somewhere. He will always let you know he’s okay when he can. You clasp your hands together in a silent prayer for his safety. 

Meanwhile…

Leon forces himself to breathe quietly as militia men scour the decaying laboratory - the one that used to belong to Luis. He stays hidden behind a cabinet, clutching his handcannon in position to fire if needed, but he’s hoping to avoid a direct confrontation, not that it wouldn’t be the first time he’s faced down a hoard of enemies…and it wouldn’t be the first time in this location, either. Flashbacks from that day he came here to rescue Ashley Graham back in 2004 fill his mind. That was long before he met you, before you changed his whole goddamn life. Christ, he misses you. He misses the warmth of your body pressed against his; he misses your smile; he misses your laugh, your kisses, your warm, wet mouth around his-

“Hey! Check over there!” one of the men commands, pulling Leon from his reverie. Fuck, he thinks to himself as he hears heavy boots approaching his hiding spot. He cocks the powerful magnum, ready for a fight. Some big burly motherfucker pokes his ugly head around the corner of Leon’s hiding spot. He growls, bearing his sickly teeth which are quickly blown to pieces by the bullet fired from Leon’s weapon. Shit, can’t catch a break. Guess we’re doin’ this, Leon realizes. He pushes the large man’s limp body away and gets into position, ready to take out anyone else who dares come his way. Nothing, absolutely nothing, will keep him from returning to his girl. 

Back at Leon’s place, you decide to bake some cookies, hoping to have a nice treat for him when he gets back, as if you didn’t practically buy out the store’s entire stock of Christmas decorations. You inhale the warm, homey smell of the delicious dessert, soothing your weary heart, which still worries for Leon’s safety. You take a deep, centering breath, reminding yourself to trust in Leon’s abilities. 

Two days before Christmas, you finally hear from him. “Hey, baby girl. I'm coming home!”

You shriek with joy, jumping up and down in his living room. You spend the day meticulously cleaning the place, making sure it's perfect. 

And on Christmas Eve, near midnight, The door opens, his face marred by fatigue and restless nights, but still handsome as ever. The soft glow of the fireplace illuminates his features in a warm hue. “Baby…” he whispers, his voice barely loud enough to hear. Tears pool in your eyes, your nose tingling as emotion overwhelms you. You rush toward him and throw yourself into his embrace. 

Just like that, with the love of his life in his arms again, Leon feels whole once more. He crushes you against him, soaking in your warmth, soothing his aching soul. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your unique scent. It reminds him why he fights, why he continues to battle the evils of the world, because, as bad as things are, if he can make it a little better for you, it’s worth the pain and effort. For a while, you simply hold each other, the crackling of the fireplace and the quiet whispers of the cold winds outside the only soundtrack for your heartfelt reunion. When you finally part, he gently cups your face and presses his mouth to yours in a tender and passionate kiss. The softness of your lips is a balm for his wary heart. Your tongues slide together in perfect synchrony, a dance of love and devotion. 

You finally break for air, gazing with longing into each other's eyes. “I missed you so much, sweetheart,” Leon coos, his voice cracking slightly from the weight of all his emotions. 

“I missed you too, Leon,” you reply, pressing a delicate kiss to his nose. 

He smiles, his tense muscles finally relaxing after the long and grueling mission. “Hey,” he begins, his voice smooth like butter again, “got something for you…” He bends down to pick up a box with a bunch of holes in it. You look with curiosity at it, certain you hear it…whimpering? A giant red bow adorns the top. He holds the bottom while you lift the lid. Inside is a small, fluffy white puppy, looking up at you with innocent, golden eyes. It yawns, inadvertently showing off its sharp little teeth. Adorably ferocious, you think to yourself. 

“Leon…it’s…” You try to speak, but feel too choked up. Your hands carefully reach in to pick up the helpless ball of fur. Holding it in your arms, it sniffs you cautiously before licking your face, drawing out a genuine, joyful grin from your lips. 

“You remember me telling you about that dog that helped me out all those years ago?” Leon asks. After you nod in affirmation, gently scratching your new friend’s furry cheeks, he continues, “I found him again. Had a litter of pups around. This one was the runt; he wouldn’t do well on his own in the wild, so I brought him home. Thought he could keep you company while I’m away. Merry Christmas, baby.”

Tears fall down your face at the thoughtful gift. “Oh Leon! I love him!” you exclaim, kissing him deeply once again, your soft pup nestled between the two of you. 

After settling the pup - who you decide to name Buddy - into his new home, you and Leon share a bottle of champagne to celebrate his safe return. You clink your crystal glasses and snuggle together on the couch while Buddy snores softly, fast asleep on the recliner. 

Hearts yearning to share the most intimate of connections, Leon lifts you into his arms, bridal style, and carries you to the bedroom, the champagne glasses long since drained of their titular contents. He lays you on the bed with infinite gentleness and crawls over the top of you. He kisses your lips then peppers kisses all along your cheeks and jaw. He pecks a few more just below your ear before whispering, “I love you so much baby. More than anything. I fucking need you.”

You moan softly, cunt getting slippery with your essence, arousal growing, unobstructed. “Leon…I need you, too. I love you!” Tears pool in your eyes again as your feelings for him overwhelm you, yet again. 

He hums his approval at your response, hand gently lifting your shirt, grazing your perfect breasts as he removes it entirely. He growls hungrily as his eyes take in the plush mounds. “Missed these two, as well,” he adds with a smirk and kisses both breasts before taking one hardened bud into his mouth. 

Your teeth take your lower lip between them, biting gently as pleasure begins to fill you, originating from the gentle nibbles on your tits. You can feel his cock hardening, throbbing against your thigh through his pants. He sucks on the fat of your breasts, definitely intending to leave hickies there. Your hands reach down to tug at his shirt. His mouth releases you for mere seconds, long enough to whip his shirt off and throw it across the room. He continues to kiss his way down your taught stomach. His hands grab the waistband of your sweatpants and panties, pulling them down and off, effortlessly. “My Christmas feast…” Leon growls and pushes your legs apart. His thumbs part your wet folds and he looks hungrily at your glistening, pink sex. He licks his lips before diving in, hot, open mouthed kisses claiming your neglected pussy. Your hips roll in time with his expert licks, angling your clit toward his tongue. He closes his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking on it like it’s a rare delicacy. Your abs tighten as your body begins to respond on its own, your back arching hard and your head digging into the bed. Your hands death grip the sheets, nails nearly cutting through the fabric, a mind numbing climax imminent. 

“Leon! I’m cumming! Fuck! I’m cumming!” you cry out, the pleasure worth the wait you had to endure while he was gone. Orgasm ripping through you, he pins you in place with his strong arms while he continues to lick you though your waves of euphoria. As you pant, gasping for air, he kicks off his pants and gives his aching dick a few strokes, precum leaking from the tip. He pushes your legs apart again, which practically fall open whenever he looks at them. 

“Can’t wait to be inside you again, sweetheart. Not at home until I feel your perfect cunt wrapped around my shaft,” He guides his throbbing cock toward your willing entrance, notching the tip past your eager barrier. He drops onto his hands above you, arms caging you in as he slides further inside, the familiar sensation of his thick length filling your tight channel and kissing the entrance to your womb like a warm embrace, a feeling of completeness. “Fuck…you’re so goddamn tight, baby girl. Never gonna get tired of this,” Leon purrs. His mouth connects with yours once more, pouring all of his pent up love and passion into the heated kiss. With tender thrusts, he begins to move inside you. Your eyes roll back in your head as his cock rubs your g-spot, teasingly slow. You moan and whimper, begging for more with incoherent babbles. “Yeah, baby girl. You want more? Want me to put a baby in you, honey?” His mouth returns to your neck, licking and sucking, his own arousal and need growing beyond his control. 

His words make you arch into him even more, the thought of him impregnating you is once again a potent aphrodisiac. “Yes! Please! God, I want it so bad!”

He groans at your impassioned affirmation. He begins snapping his hips forward hard, your tantalizing breasts jiggling with each movement. He withdraws nearly completely out before slamming back inside you again, driven by primal instinct, an innate desire - no, a need - to breed you, to watch your belly swell with his child, to claim you in every way imaginable. He laces your fingers together, pressing them gently into the mattress. His rhythm is frenzied and irregular as he begins chasing his own high. As you cum a second time, you tense, hard, then cry out as your walls collapse on his dick, sucking him in deeper. With a guttural, rough moan, Leon thrusts into you one final time, filling you with his hot, sticky seed. For a long time, he simply remains buried inside you, unwilling to sever the connection just yet. He pulls you with him as he rolls off of you, deciding to keep himself warm inside your delicious heat for the night. “Need you to cockwarm me, baby girl. Been too damn long.”

Your pussy quivers weakly as the last remnants of your orgasm trickle out of you. “Always, Leon. Merry Christmas, baby,” you coo softly, running your fingers tenderly through his hair. 

He closes his eyes as you caress his scalp and rub it gently. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he replies, wrapping his arms tightly around you, pulling you close as he begins drifting off to sleep, comfortable and happy for the first time since he left for the mission to Spain. 

Farmer Clark

something just snapped at me when I saw this picture. I mean look at this picture

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Genre: SMUT, 18+, sir kink, breeding kink, female receiving

Notes: I saw this picture on Pinterest and yeah, I got carried away. Ah, to be on a farm with Clark.

The sun was blazing on the hot Metropolis day. Clark's farm was standing proudly on the hills surrounded by nature. Green hills were holding the fruits of the labor of Clark's blood, sweat, and tears, making produce for him and you for the following year. Y/n walked out of the barn, watching Clark throw a ball of hay over his shoulder as if weighing 2 grams. Maybe for him, it did. His muscle shined from the sweat that glistened on his slightly tanned skin. His pecs tensed every time he pulled, hauled, and threw something, anything, around the farm.

The man was a god walking among mortals, and you felt your mind fill with lewd images of him. His hand held the wrench as he knelt down in front of his tractor, trying to fix minor damage, a damage he told you about, but you could not concentrate on that as you saw his biceps move with each swing, tug, and pull. Observing him kneel like that gave you more ideas and wants. Wishing you were the one sitting there and him kneeling in front of you, eating you out until you see the stars, and he was so good at that. 

"-pass me the...Y/n...Y/n?" Clark brought you out of your daze, noticing your head snap and your eyes trying to find him, finding him on the floor, lying on his back, looking confused, his hand reaching for yours. Giving him your hand, he chuckles.

"As much as I love to hold your hand, your hand can't unscrew a 5-inch bolt. Pass me the tool there."

With a slight blush on your cheeks, you pull away, taking your hand away from his grasp and handing him the appropriate tool, crouching down and sitting on the hay-filled ground, watching him do the work. Work you knew nothing about, you loved being around the farm, and living that quiet farm life, enjoying it with Clark. Relishing in every moment with him in this life, every early morning even though you hated to get up sometimes, every day off when you ran across the field while Clark chased you, every kiss that was stolen away from you while you were trying to make an apple pie, every time riding the tractor while he drove enjoying the bumpy ride. 

"-in your world..."

"Huh?"

Snapping back, you see Clark in front of your face. "I said, 'You really are in your own world, darling?' That is what I said."

Laughing awkwardly, you look at him, seeing the smile on his face, his eyes fixed on you, and his big strong hands caressing your tights. Clark saw the glint in your eyes, he felt your heartbeat quicken when his hand inched a bit higher towards your waist, caressing unhurriedly as if trying to make you say it. To say what you want. What you want him to do to you.

"You know that I can feel you, sweetness. Every breath that stops in your throat, every whimper that you muffle, each gaze you throw at me. Therefore, you can tell me, darling. What do you want?"

Clark was playing the long game as much as you did. But on a much higher level. And he looked so delectable like that. Muscles on display, just wearing the overalls, he was playing every single character in your favorite romance books. And you wanted nothing more than to skip to the best part, but you needed to speak, as thinking too long might not help. He is a hero, but reading minds was not his forte.

"I want you, Kal-El. I want you to have your way with me." 

Leaning into him, you kiss him, wrapping your hands around his neck, scratching the baseline of his hair, nipping and tugging. Clark felt himself shift into more of his primal urges, and the kiss was the fuse that started it. His nose filled with your arousal as his hands began to remove bits of your clothing; unlike Clark, you had more clothes on yourself. Sitting in his lap, you felt his length harden, your hips sway back and forth, and you continued to make out. The motion takes a new direction as Clark picks you up in his arms, laying you gently on the ground, the hay starting to make your skin itch. Pulling away, Clark breath out 

"Put this behind your back." He offers his jacket, and you happily take it, placing it on your back.

Laying comfortably on it, Clark stops to take you in, your heart, your body, your whimpers, and at that moment, he wants to devour you.

"Darling, will you let me eat you out?"

You can simply whimper as your legs want any friction as they rub together. Removing your pants and underwear, Clark's face is in front of his other favorite pair of lips(as he said), and for once, you didn't mind the view. Clark was face down, ass up, and after his perfect face was his perfect ass sticking in the air. His blue eyes looked into yours, and you felt his tongue lick you, so slowly and sensually, like a feather touching your skin. 

"More, Clark! This isn't enough." You say as you cup your breasts, fondling them, trying to add more sensation. 

"I just started, pet. Believe me, I will have my way with you. I will corput you." Clark stated as he started his work. Licking up your folds, tracing each curve, fold and dip you had to offer. All of his tongue work leading to your clit, sucking with a harsh motion making you yelp and arch your back. Clark knew what he was doing to you, but you had no idea what you were doing to him. Sure, he was in pain as his cock was painfully hard and his balls heavy, needing to be emptied inside you, to breed you but for now, seeing you like this and that just being the start gave him some satisfaction. His fingers found your backside as they toyed with the rim making small circles on the entrance.

That feeling to you was different, your first time of him doing that and still being so gentle. The sensation started to bubble in you feeling a climax nearing extremely close. 

"Clark, I am close. Stop."

At the word, Clark stops and looks concerned "Are you okay? Was I too rough? I know we didn't talk about anal-" You laugh at his words as you bring him up to you, kissing him passionately, telling him in the kiss that everything is perfect. 

"What I mean by 'Stop.' was that I do not want to cum like this, but I want to cum together." 

Clark looks at you and chuckles himself.

"You had me worried there, missy. But what you ask, you shall receive since you have been such a good girl."

"Yes."

Clark towers over you, his muscles shining from the overhead lighting and casting an intimidating shadow on your body.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." You reply.

Your body tenses as you feel his cock tapping your clit, teasing you. His hips push forwards with a slow, agonizing pace, your walls making way for his massive length as he nestles deep inside you, finding the warmth and spark he wanted. Placing your hands on his shoulder, you let yourself relax and enjoy the moment. His hips moved back slow as ever, making you whine at the loss of his fullness. Clark chuckles darkly

"I knew you wanted me to fuck you. But today, I am not doing that." he says while looking deep into your soul "I am going to breed you." he proclaimed, slamming his hips into you, the sensation dilating itself to a maximum in a second. Taking a fast pace, you saw his eyes closed, focused on what he is feeling and giving you as his ears are filled with your moans and pornographic sounds filling the empty barn. 

"I will make sure you are full of my cum. No matter how many times you will carry my child." he voiced, his hands keeping yours in a gentle touch while his hips proclaimed you. 

Hearing his statement, you felt a fire stir in you. You and Clark talked about having kids and occasionally having baby fever but nothing so sure came from his mouth as of seconds ago. 

"Yes! I want your babies, Clark!" you screamed out, giving him an inkling that you, too, wanted this life.

His hips continued to snap into yours as his fingers found your clit rubbing it, pressing just hard enough for you to be closer to your climax. 

"Then if we want a baby...we need to cum together. What do you say, missy? Are you close? I can feel you squeeze me tighter and tighter." 

At a loss for words, you shake your head up and down, shutting your eyes and feeling the inevitably snap in you as you came. Clark's pace slowed as he rutted into you, letting himself fall beside you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you inhumanly close.

"You really make me crazy. You know that, darling?" Clark said, kissing your neck, leaving a few hickeys in its wake. You watched him carefully pull out as he grabbed his overalls to clean you up. You pull away from him, saying "Those overalls are the reason we are in this position. Don't you dare ruin them." 

Clark looks at them, confused "They are just overalls." 

Standing up slowly, still feeling full, you say, "Those are the sexiest overalls I have ever seen." 

With a naughty gleam, Clark throws the overalls over his shoulder " Then I will have to find another way to clean you up."

I have a audio file on farmer Clark in the making if you want to hear a snippet of it CLICK HERE.

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shower sex w leon PLEASE

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fem!reader

i feel like re4r leon would be most into shower sex. like when he gets older, the bed is good enough. he doesn't gotta be doing all that to take you there. and when he's younger, he's down for it occasionally but like it's sloppy and needy, a sporadic thing that happens when he's really aching for you.

i think re4r, he's busy all the time, y'know? he's in the prime of his life, and he's constantly being whisked all over the world on one mission or the next. he doesn't always get the time to do things right, to really make love to you like he wants or at least pound you into the mattress like you need.

so the shower will have to do, right?

it starts off under the guise of efficiency. it's just more practical to shower together. but it doesn't take long for that facade to fade away.

he stands behind you, toned body flush against your back. he noses at the back of your head while his arms slide around front to glide over your belly and up to your tits. he squeezes and gropes them before shuffling you over to the sleek tile wall.

he'd been at half mast since seeing your bare form, and with a few strokes, he's rock solid. one hand holds your hips in place while the other is on the back of your neck. you whine, your cheek going numb as it squishes against the hard surface.

"that's my girl. letting me have you anytime, anywhere i want," he grunts before slipping between your wet folds and sliding in.

the hot water still sprays down onto the two of you, and everything is louder. moans echo and skin claps against skin. it feels so fucking good, but it's also torture, not being able to see your lover like this. you can only imagine him behind you, blonde locks soaked and limp against his forehead. the bulging muscles in his biceps glistening with beads of water. his thighs flexing as he pumps into you hard and fast.

"pretty angel for me to use when i need, yeah?" he mumbles while his mouth connects with the base of your throat.

shower sex is quicker than usual with leon, but he gets you to the finish like always. he angles his hips upward and jabs that little spot that causes you to almost fall over. he cums too, some ends up inside, some splats down onto the floor and swirls down the drain.

you're like a doll in his arms afterwards, limbs limp and pliable for him to maneuver how he pleases. he holds you close to his pillowy chest and presses messy kisses across your face before getting you cleaned up for real.