you get to see leon in a few compromising positions as his neighbour, namely, domestic! older! leon kennedy 18+ mdni !! more of becoming leon's controversially young girlfriend.. unprotected p in v ﹏ fantasies ﹏ reverse cowgirl

you can’t open a jar that you need for an intricate recipe. so naturally, you enlist the help of your super buff super hot dilf of a neighbour except you’re greeted by…

‧₊˚ ⋅domestic! older! leon who opens the door in a loose white t shirt hanging from his shoulders, grey sweatpants that you have to physically restrain yourself from looking at, and for love of all that is mighty, his reading glasses— the smell of chicken noodle soup wafts in to your face but it doesn’t matter to you because in front of you, there’s leon. with glasses. and he’s so fucking hot. you look at him in complete daze for a solid few seconds. remember how you were fighting to not take a glance at his sweatpants? yeah, you lost. his imprint makes your eyes genuinely bulge because by the looks of it, this old man is packing some serious heat.

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quietly imagine bkg eating u out but he’s soooo hungry and eager for it and his big ass shoulders keep pushing at your thighs hunched over trying to get his face as deep as he can go in your pussy and you keep moving because he’s everywhere all messy and huffing and you’re not sure if he can breathe and you don’t think he’s doing it for you any more than he’s doing it for himself and you keep moving around so much he pins your legs down which only makes your back curl and your pussy easy access open to his face and he takes a single to second to look down at your face all out of breath, mouth slick with you with these sleepy half lidded eyes and he just looks annoyed at you, that he has to adjust you so you stop twitching and he says “i’m gonna keep you like this now, baby. stop fuckin’ movin’.” and he’s kinda in a mood you don’t even know why but you like him taking his stress out on you especially when he latches on your clit again and

✶ PEG HIM TO SLEEP!

He doesn't sleep.

He doesn't fucking sleep and it's driving you insane.

And it's not cute. No. It's 4 AM and he's still at his desk, screen glowing, and he hasn't eaten since— since when? Yesterday? The day before?

You want to throw his laptop out the fucking window.

You don't.

Because you know why he's doing this.

He's doing this for you.

The promotion. The overtime. The side projects he picks up like a stray dog dragging home scraps. The spreadsheet he updates every monthーsavings for vacation, savings for her birthday, savings for the ring, savings for the house, savings for her to never have to worry about anything ever— and you found it once, accidentally, when he forgot to close his laptop, and you cried in the bathroom for ten minutes because he's killing himself and it's your fault.

Not that he ever blame you. You know he's more likely to put a bullet in his own skull to say anything is ever your fault.

He'd just smile.

That exhausted, hollow smile and kiss your forehead and promise he'd come to bed soon and then stay up for three more hours.

Every night.

Every single fucking night.

But not tonight.

Tonight you've had enough.

He's been in there for sixteen hours.

He was in there when you left for work. He was in there when you came home. He was in there when you ate dinner alone, when you watched your show alone, when you went to bed alone, and now you're standing in the hallway in your sleep shirt with your arms crossed.

You push the door open.

He doesn't notice.

Of course he doesn't notice. He's got his noise canceling headphones on一the expensive ones you bought him for his birthday, the ones he said he didn't need but now wears like a second skull一and he's hunched over his laptop, shoulders up around his ears, left leg bouncing nervously.

There's a mug next to his elbow. Empty. There's another one on the floor. Also empty There's a protein bar wrapper unopened. He forgot to eat it. He forgot to eat.

He always forgets to eat.

You walk up behind him. He still doesn't notice. His screen is full of spreadsheets and emails and whatever the fuck he does at his job that he never complains about but is clearly eating him alive. His fingers are flying. His jaw is tight. There's a vein in his temple that's been pulsing for three weeks straight.

You put your hand on his shoulder.

He startles so hard he nearly knocks the laptop off the desk.

"Fuck一 baby—" He's ripping the headphones off, spinning in his chair, eyes wide and bloodshot and so, so guilty. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I was trying to be quiet, l just had to finish this one thing—"

"It's almost four in the morning."

"It's— what? No. No, it's like midnight, I just—" He checks his phone. His face falls. "...Oh."

He looks up at you with his red rimmed eyes.

"I'm sorry." he says again, quieter.

"Come to bed."

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Watching your man melt into goo and tears because of you is everything good in the world.

Your pretty legs wrapped around his waist, grinding your puffy clit over his throbbing dick who has not gotten any attention other than your puffy lips caresses around his shaft, plush ass sat on his hips as you got off on him while he laid underneath you— sobbing, in tears, drooling and thrusting upwards to get a bit of friction. This is where you wanted to be.

"B-baby, ah— hah!" A sharp gasp left his lips as his hands awkwardly hooveree around you, not wanting to grip your hips and leave bruises on your pretty skin. Such a gentleman. "Please, I— I can't... I need you..."

He weakly reached over to hold onto you. Not gripping, never that. Gently holding onto you: trembling fingers softly grasping your supple skin, desperately grinding you onto him to feel more of you.

"I need you... I need to— f-feel you..."

He babbled in between tears, looking so pathetic for a bit of your touch. And you couldn't keep teeling no to your baby. After all, he's been so obedient.

"You know I can't say no to you," you cooed to his face, kissing his tears away as you carefully lifted up, pressed his tip to your gummy walls and slid in all the way out.

You had him crying out moans and seeing stars. He could never get over how you feel.

HE NEVER lasts long when you're positioned like this-- straddling his hips and bouncing on his leaking cock feverishly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the warm, exposed skin of his neck.

he's whining like a dog, leaning in to your plethora of sloppy kisses and trying so very desperately to keep his mind off of his orgasm building low in his gut at an alarmingly quick rate.

as much as he loves when you ride him, it pushes him to the edge almost instantly; when you sink down onto him in one fluid motion, and when he feels your velvet heat fluttering around him in response to his pathetic noises of pleasure.

"toru..." you moan his name softly into his skin, which-- god, he loves your noises more than anything, he would die ten times over if it means he gets to hear your sultry sweet voice calling his name. "need t'try something–" you mutter in between your attack on his throat, hips never faltering their pace against his.

he manages to nod dumbly, brain practically mush at this point. all that's running through that big brain is you, and the indomitable, aching need to fill you up with his release. but he knows better than to cum before you, he knows how to be good. he knows you like it when he's good.

your hand snakes up to cup his sharp jaw, coaxing a little whimper from him. "open" you direct him, squeezing as if you can open his mouth manually.

despite the initial confusion at your demand, he doesn't wait. his kiss-swollen lips part, simply holding his mouth open paitently, no questions asked.

what he doesn't expect, is for you to muster up a large, warm glob of saliva, letting it fall to land on his eager tongue in an obscene string.

he moans, moans almost pornographically at the feeling of your spit mixing with his, closing his mouth and savoring the intoxicating taste. "oh f-fuck--" he feels his balls, heavy with cum, tighten up impossibly, pressing closely to the shaft of his cock.

he cums nearly instantly, and hard. his jaw goes slack, eyes roll to the back of his head, and he lets out a pitiful cry of your name. he bucks his hips up into yours a few more times, fucking his cum into you and making sure it stays.

you huff a disbelieving laugh, watching him moan like a whore and hump up into you. "satoru– did you just–" you trail off when his eyes meet yours. his pupils are blown out, blue eyes glassy and wide. how is it possible for the most pathetic boy you know to look anymore pathetic?

he's already begging, "can you– give me more? just do it again-- please" he whines, sticking his tongue out, a silent plead for you to spit into his mouth once again.

he's so desperate, desperate for anything that makes him feel even slightly closer to you, even though he's literally inside of you. and who are you to deny your needy boyfriend?

you sigh, pursing your lips to land another glob of saliva into his mouth, watching the way he instantly swirls the liquid around on his tongue, humming like it's the best thing he's ever tasted.

"god— that's so hot--!" he whines, clinging to you with lanky arms wrapped around your waist, swallowing whatever remains of the mixture of spit. you can practically feel that boyish, nerdy grin against your skin, a product of you giving in to whatever makes him cum.

"we gotta do that everytime, baby!" he peels his face away from where it was resting against your tits, and he gazes up at you, face flushed and glasses askew. "right? you liked it, right?" he's eager, large hands splayed across your back and rubbing the skin. he's so dorky, so whipped. and, unsurprisingly, his spent cock is still twitching inside of you.

he simply loves you too much to not want to taste every part of you, can you blame him?

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Summary: Simon overhears you say his dick is small.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected piv. Consensual freeuse. Traffic light safe word system. Your boyfriend fucks you rough (but lovingly) while you’re on the phone.

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You were being a good friend.

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I think when simon wants something, he doesn't stop for anything until he gets it. he sets his mind on it, letting it consume his every waking thought.

like one day, out of the blue, he decided he wanted to get you pregnant, but he didn't want to outright say it. that would be too crazy, but subtly trying to convince you to get off birth control—because he's not gonna tamper with what you take and potentially harm you—isn't that insane.

or how about stocking up on baby stuff? clearing out an old room in your house that he never got sound to doing like you'd asked him to. well, you got what you wanted, just not how you pictured it.

simon doesn't tell you he's doing any of this by the way. he just buys random shit, random little outfits, or bottles, or furniture he thinks your future baby will need.

the only thing he's missing is a baby, and maybe it's time you take the hint.

being a medic meant having to see the same gruffy man come into your office multiple times per week, or even per day. that man was simon "ghost" riley.

you've come to the thought that he might be doin' it on purpose just so he can see you, and this day was particularly different— which did not help his case whatsoever. you were doing your job as per usual, bandaging his wounds up so it wouldn't get infected and whatnot but another problem arised... quite literally.

a hard one in the crotch of his pants, strained and painful. it was begging for some action the more time passed. you tried to ignore it at first, but he didn't seem so well and you know wounds hurt him much less than the specific problem he's facing currently.

"simon? you okay?" you ask, hand carefully and firmly pressing the bandage on his arm.

he lets out a groan. "yeah, i'm fine."

"you don't look like it," you reply, giving him a knowing gaze.

"then why'd ya' even ask?" he glares at you. "just fix it already."

you giggle, quickly finishing your medical work on his arm before diving between his manspread legs and pulling on the zipper to reveal his underwear, cock becoming more prominent against the thin fabric.

but you know you had no time to waste, since there were others waiting for the both of you, so you pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring out in desperation.

there's a cheeky smirk that tugs on the corner of your lips, but you open up anyway, gently putting his hard cock in your mouth. you start bobbing your head back-and-forth, tongue scraping on the underside, pleasure coursing through his veins.

he lets out a groan of relief, trying to keep his sounds low so everyone outside won't hear it, while you're going ham— sucking and licking him all over. the taste of his cock floods your mind, only able to think about servicing him into climax. after all, your job is to maintain his health, no?

his breathing grows ragged, and you feel him getting closer and closer to release. quickening your pace, his body twitches before a generous load makes its way into your mouth.

gladly, you swallow the whole portion, wiping the sides of your mouth before jumping up to clean your tools and take in the next patient. "get out of my room, riley," you say condescendingly.

but he doesn't move quickly, only sitting there for a while, contemplating if his life had come to this type of humiliation.

"fine, fine," he says. "thanks for today, doll."

the nickname rings in your mind for a little far too long. then the thought comes soon enough.

what the fuck is wrong with him?

𝜗𝜚 you want to edge Megumi until he loses it… who knew it’d be so easy?

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The carpet of your apartment’s bedroom is soft under your knees and your hands are softer on Megumi’s bare thighs. Or, they were, until he thrusted up into your mouth and you dug your nails into the pale skin to keep him wincing at the mercy of your laving tastebuds.

You sulk up at him, lips stretched obscenely around his girth as he grips the sheets for dear life. “Please...“ he mumbles, cheeks pink. You smile coquettishly and yank your tongue away.

“Ugh-“ he moans, hand fisted in your hair as you pull away from his tip. Your tastebuds are salty from all the pre he’s exuding, shimmery slick that trickles down your face. He's so pretty, but he's also so slippery its almost difficult to get a hand around his cock.

“Megs,” you say firmly, hand slowly moving on his cock, “you said you were okay with me edging you.”

Megumi’s hips buck involuntarily and he pants like a desperate puppy. “I am, but don’t you think you’re being m-mean?”

You narrow your eyes and squeeze around his tip, relishing in the choked gasp he releases when your thumb rolls over the sensitive skin. “I’ve only edged you twice, baby. Don’t tell me you can’t take it-“

“I can.” He protests, “just- it’s... a lot, okay?”

Laughing, you poke your tongue out again to lap up the extra pre dripping down his veins and Megumi shudders, abdomen shaking as his hands grip the mattress. “Oh- hhngh- fuck.” His bare chest heaves, fingers curled into the sheets as his eyes squeeze shut at just the feeling of your breath fanning across him, just knowing you're right there and still denying him the thing he wats the most.

“I thought you said you could take it for me.” You murmur in faux disappointment against his length, lips pressing messy kisses to the skin while he moans. “I can, I’m s-serious.”

Stuttering now? Wow, he must be close.

It’s a fact you take greatttt satisfaction in as you roll your tongue around the tip of his leaky cock, salt smearing obscenely over your mouth; his thighs tense and quiver when you hollow your cheeks, but it’s when your eyes flicker up to his that Megumi loses it.

He whimpers, long and stretched out and obscene, smacking his palm over his mouth to muffle the noise. You look so, so good; eyes wide and glassy, hands braced softly on his bare thighs, lips stretched out wide around his cock; you look like the physical embodiment of a wet dream.

He sounds so good you don’t want it to end- so, logically, you don’t let it. When you pull away suddenly, Megumi literally almost sobs, his trembling hands flying to cup your face before he even realises what he’s doing. “C’mon, you’re being so cruel.” He barters pathetically with you, “don’t be like that, please...”

Truth be told, you also want nothing more to than for him to cum and streak your tongue until there’s no more room- so, surprisingly to Megumi, you give in. Sort of.

You sigh dreamily, pressing your cheek to his thigh and running a featherlight nail up the vein on his cock. “Megs… you look so pretty right now.”

He chokes dumbly. “What?”

You smile and purr against him. “So pretty. Your cheeks are all pink, Megs, and your pupils are huge and your eyelashes are all dark…” he’s struggling to accept the praise, you know, but he’s trying so hard. It makes you pleased.

“I’m really proud of you, Megumi.” You coo, kissing around his base and resting your palm flat against his soaked happy trail. “You’re being so good for me, letting me do this, hm?”

His breath comes shaky, his hands even shakier when he grasps your face between them. As sincerely as he can muster when you’re nuzzling against his dick, he speaks softly. “Please?”

You weren’t lying- he really does look pretty. His teeth dig into his lower lip, pink skin dimpling beneath enamel as he struggles above you; hair sticks to his nape and his eyes are striking an unusual balance between begging and bliss.

Your eyes twinkle when you take him into your mouth again, warm wetness engulfing him so suddenly he can’t help but immediately cum. But it isn’t his usual orgasm, no- he doesn’t hold you gently through it or whisper cracked praises about how well you’re doing.

Something in him jolts out of its usual place and he finds himself holding you down, nose pressed into his pelvis as he gasps his way through the high like it hurts; you tear up, pools of liquid beading at your waterline. But this is exactly what you wanted, in a way; for your boyfriend to lose control so much he can’t help himself.

"Fuckfuckmommyfuckkkk-!"

Megumi feels bad (and embarrassed) about it almost instantly, yanking your scalp backwards as strings of cloudy saliva snap midair. You’re panting, wheezing a little, and he feels guilty- but not enough to stop himself from dragging his fingers into the slick mess and prodding them into your mouth.

“Sorry.” He breathes when he withdraws them, “I… don’t think I could help myself.”

You grin, flushed and covered in spit, as his hands pull you up and lie you back against the mattress. Something tells you he’s about to get his own back for your edging- not that you’re complaining.

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Your day so far has been terrible. Worse than terrible, like you burnt down a village in the eleventh century and now you’re being forced to reap the consequences in painful modernity. Firstly, your lecture was so boring you actively fell asleep at your seat and a girl had to nervously poke you awake with a pencil before you tripped over your own feet in a bid to get out as quickly as possible; then, a car drove through a puddle and splashed you with muddy water, and finally your shoes rubbed through your socks and now you have a fresh blister. It's rubbing against the heel of your shoe with every painful step, and you grimace as it stings.

All you want to do is go back to your dorm, slather yourself in bubbly bodywash, moisturise and pass out in your cosy bed. Unfortunately, you’re pre-booked into a movie night with your best friend, but you’re sure he wouldn’t mind if you cancelled, right? Megumi’s always been understanding, after all.

“Hi Megs!” You say into your phone- he picked up on the third ring, how punctual of him- “I’m super sorry about this, but I’ve just had an awful day and I can’t come over. I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine.” He says back, voice crackling over the speaker. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon instead, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “thanks!”

On the other side of campus, Megumi Fushiguro is annoyed. Significantly. Because now you aren’t coming over, how is he supposed to indulge in those little squeaky gasps you let out at a scare and wrap his arms around you when you jump into them?

Not that he’s perverted, or anything, though.

Okay, maybe he is a little perverted, but that’s between him and… well, his tens of thousands of nightly viewers that pay to watch him fist his cock stupid.

arguments with simon don't happen often. but when they do, they're devastating.

it's almost always about you doing something wrong in his eyes. not doing it the right way. his way.

you see, he has a map of everything. everything that will happen and should happen. if something deviates from his plan even a little bit, all hell breaks loose.

but it's not the way you might think. there are no throwing hands or screaming matches. maybe he yells once. only once. and that one time is more than enough to shut you up for the entire day. the venom in his furious voice does the job really well.

then it's quiet. dangerously quiet. alarming, almost. he goes completely silent. but that's not what breaks you the most. it's that he avoids you. completely. as if you don't even exist. he takes himself away from you and leaves you aching for him for far too long.

and in times like these, you realize how utterly cruel he is.

you spend the whole day in your own space. alone. cold. grieving. longing for his warmth. for him to notice you just once. but it never comes. not even a glance.

you don't know when the tears begin to fall as you stare at the shattered pieces of your heart. you miss his embrace. his eyes. him.

until the throbbing ache in your head and the exhaustion pull you into a deep black unconsciousness.

and when night falls, he's engulfed by shame and regret of what he's done upon witnessing your devastated state.

then he's finally pulling you into him as you both lay in bed, trembling hands tightly holding on as if he's afraid you'd vanish from his arms at any moment, plagued by the thought of you finally realizing you deserve better than him.

and he's chanting an endless string of apologies, forehead pressed to your temple. as if you're the only thing surrounding his world, encompassing his whole mind and soul, a deity he's praying to, begging for forgiveness.

your throat feels tight with a persistent lump that's accompanied you the whole day as a few stray tears leave your eyes and dampen his skin too, clawing at his already aching heart.

"you break my heart, si."

your first words to him on this cursed day, the pain and sorrow in your broken voice clear as day to him. he curses himself for hurting you. again.

"i know, love..." he says, "promise i'll be better."

he prays that you believe him.

you take in his words. will he really?

eventually, you reach for him and turn to face him. you finally look into each other's eyes for the first time after that damned fight.

both you and him, hearts broken and souls wounded, promise to be better for each other and get through it together.

“RIDE COWGIRL…”

✧˖ K. Bakugo x reader

✧˖ mdni, 18+

The barn was quiet except for the soft creak of old wood and the distant lowing of cattle outside. Late afternoon light slanted through the gaps in the walls, painting long golden stripes across the dusty floor and the high pile of hay

Bakugo had thrown a couple of thick, worn blankets over the hay, it was soft enough, still warm from the sun, it smelled like dry grass and him.

You were already naked from the waist down, shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, nipples tight from the cool air and the way he’d been looking at you. Bakugo laid back against the blankets, boots still on, jeans shoved down just far enough to free his cock.

It stood thick and flushed against his stomach, the head shiny where he’d already stroked himself while watching you undress. His black hat was tipped low, shadowing sharp red eyes that never left you.