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Sex with Bakugo is good, you decide. Not spectacular, but good. He likes to nudge his nose into your cheek and whisper little quips to urge you on, even as you lay there and take it. The way he cages your body under his is... gentle. Too gentle. Aggravatingly gentle. With his attitude, you thought he'd fuck you rough and raw, into the fucking carpet, but instead, he caresses. He delays. He kisses. He-

Bakugo rips himself away from you, all huffed breath. "Where do you go?"

His voice brings you back to the moment. The room shifts as your eyes adjust back on to him. His cock is still inside you, just barely, only the tip like it's a forgotten detail between you. Sex with Bakugo is good because it's warm. Sometimes, his hands literally crackle with heat around you.

Now, they pull away from you and the room goes cold.

"You went fucking dead behind the eyes." He gestures to his own face, like it makes everything makes sense. "This face like you're-- Like I'm--"

Unlike Hawks and his forehead kisses, Katsuki rubs his thumb back and forth in whatever space he can find. Today, it's your inner bicep, up and down with too little pressure.

Up, down, up, down. The motion clogs your mind. Sex already leaves your brain sticky with memories and the damn touch just adds sand to grind between the gears. You need to smile and ask him a question, something needling and clever, with just enough of an edge that he's turned away from you-

"Don't deflect."

You nearly activate your quirk on instinct. Too seen. He's got you pinned under his sight, when you'd rather be pinned by his body.

Sex is supposed to be uncomplicated. Hawks fucks you without preamble or pretext. Why does Katsuki insist on bringing emotion into it?

"Just tell me what's wrong."

"I'm thinking about something else."

"'cause I'm fucking you bad?"

You almost smile at that. "No."

Silence hangs about you as you wait for the following up question, but it never comes. Instead, Bakugo pulls fully away from you and rolls to his side of the bed, adjusting the sheets around him. You're left there, looking at the textured ceiling as he sighs to himself.

"Listen," he says. "These games you play, I- I'm not gonna fucking wrangle it out of you, but-"

He grumbles out a noise between a sigh and a groan.

"Fuck, girl. I like you. Let me like you."

This tickles a part of your brain. Likes you? No one likes you. People are fascinated by you, perturbed by you, obsessed with you, but they never like you. You're unsettling, disturbing, barely even human-

"You like me?" It even feels wrong to say, but Bakugo just shrugs one shoulder.

"Why else would I fuck you?"

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[maroonswan]

Hi if you ever find yourself in a relationship saying anything along the lines of "well I can't leave cause I would never be able to find something better than this because I'm trans/fat/aging/antisocial/unlucky" I beg of you to run. Please. You can find and build better but in order to do that you have to take the first step out the door. You do not have to endure abuse, mistreatment, or just plain incompatibility for the sake of a fraction of happiness. You don't.

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ILLUMINATION F/W Collection Lookbook by ENID  pt.1

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Bf!Kirishima Eijioro is the purest golden retreiver boyfreind! He's extremely sociable, loves the outdoors, and can't contain himself when he gets excited.

Yet, there are drawbacks to being with such a dog coded man. Part of that freindly attitude is that he's extremely curious and gets very persistant for answers when it peaks. Therefore, whenever something new arrives, he's determined to investigate it.

So, when you moved in with him, it was like open season. His brain neurons were on fire as he pried through all of your different iteams. You'd come home to find pairs of your worn underwear soiled and spread halfhazardly about the apartment. Your leftovers picked over. The trinkets in your workspace/hobby corner always out of place.

Yet, he was the worst about your cosmetics. Precious newly purchased iteams that were nearly worth their weight in gold were cracked open by unfamiliar hands and tampered with. That 1.5oz moisturizer that you use only for under your eyes? Half gone by tomorrow. Your special shampoo and conditioner? He uses it liberally. He takes naps wearing your bonnet, and for God's sake, he'd eaten like a good chunck some your shea butter before you were able to convinced him its not food safe!

You try talking with him about it, telling him how much they cost and how each are intended for a specific purpose. And, all the while, Eijirou acts like a puppy with a tail between its legs, giving you his most remorsful look as he repeatedly apologies and promises to replace each and every one of them, which he does succeed in doing with a few extras. You'll be stocked up for months!

It's things like this that while sometimes Kiri can sometimes be a little bit ...much, he's always be your goodest boy.

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Mike is a mix when it comes to sex and here’s why.

Some nights he can come home, rough night and he’s angry. All you know is your Bent over moaning his name as quiet as you can not to disturb Abby.

“Fuck yeah, you like that huh? Like it when I grab your hair you slut.”

When he’s in this mood pulling hair, spanking, anything’s on the table unless it involves like hurting you hurting you.

Then there are some days he’s tired and submissive.

Say you’ve been wearing this cute sundress but for him it drives him crazy. He thinks you look absolutely amazing.

Later on you catch him in the bathroom jerking a quick one.

“Oh baby boy.” He hears your voice and tries pulling up his pants. “No no.. sit baby. Get comfy.”

Not even 20 min later his pathetic, whines are releasing as he cums in your mouth. His legs shaking and the most erotic moans coming from him. “Come on, let me take care of you.”

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Imagine coming home after a rough day at work to wrap your arms around Kirishima's waist. Your gracious husband being so much taller than you; you're essentially burying your face his back. You can feel the muscles move under his tee as he laughs, broad sholders bouncing.

"Babe, that tickles." He says, words muffled in your ears by the thump of his beating heart. He's so warm and homie like this, prepping dinner for you both on a week day. Veggies and meat sizzling deliciously away on the stovetop so that you'd have a hot and healthy meal without ever having lifted a finger. Really, this talented charismatic man could be doing a million other things right now, but instead, he's here thinking of you.

It just makes you want to nuzzle your face into him more and drown in the clean but musky scent of his cologne. So, you do to Eijioro's disbenefit.

"Hey! Seriourlsy," He wheezed between uncontrollable giggles "if you keep that up I'm going to burn this shit!"

A serious concern, yes. But, you didn't really much care as your fingers worked under his top, darting along along his stomache and ribs.

Let dinner be ruined, let you have to order take out, if only you were able to stay with him like this forever.

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Sqeaky clean Bakugo Katsuki in love with a smoker? Nobody could seriously believe it, and Katsuki could hardly stomach this fact himself.

Every time he spied your packet of smokes, he couldn't help feel a little nauseous. Watching you light up gave him anxiety, and if you dared come in close right after a drag, his nerves would snap, alighting into a seriesof curses as he rebuked you for having such a nasty habit.

Yet, he'd still kiss you, wrap his arms tight around your back, hands grabbing at your ass before lifting you up so your legs could coiled around his waist.

"Nasty little brat," he'd breath into the hallow of your neck, biting his frustration into it.

Your flesh tainted by the smoke. He'd contemplate stopping as he could still taste the bitter tang of chemical from your tounge, smell the sour reek with every huff of your breath.

Disgusting, he knew.

But, the persistant longing for more out weighed his repungance as he continued to indulge further in you and the filth that consumed ever part of your body. He kissed it, licked it, and fucked it as if somehow through making love he would take it away, bathing you in his sweat, spit, and cum.

Yet, even after he'd given you everything, had drenched you in his essence until he reaked of yours, you'd still rise up on wobbling legs to go smoke another outside, dreamily sighing "That was great, Katsuki," before disappearing around the corner. Your voice raw from the punishing of your dirty throat.

Bakugo stroked the now empty space beside him, reflecting alone over the course of the night. Time seemed to pass so fast with you by his side. Now, he could feel the length of the agonizing eight minutes you were away.

It made him feel weak and pathetic with his need and resentment of you, his failure to control you. He has told you so many times before how he wanted you to quit. He just couldn't understand it, your continuing commitment to doing something that was literally killing you slowly everytime.

And, you were a such a girl as you did it to, almost ashamed as you shyly wandered off to bid your other master's call.

He wondered if you thought about the empty space you left beside him as you did so. Do you notice how your side of the bed had grown cold while you were gone?

Did you even consider that the longer you kept doing this, the less time you would have to spend together?

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details by Roberto Ferri

[maroonswan]

Imagine forming a domestic routine with Enji Todoroki. Most nights he comes back late, and you awaken from your dreams to sound of his footsteps coming down the hall. You close your eyes drowsily as you map out his path through the house by the noises such a big gruff man makes when he gets home, when he's trying to get comfortable. From slapping his boots down by the door in the foyer to the soft shuffle of slippers against the living room floors into the kitchen where he rummages for a snack or drink; the squeak of the down stairs bathroom room door, a rushing faucet, and finally his trudge up the stairs.

You wonder if he much quieter on stealth missions; he might as well be a freight train! But, then the bedroom door silently swings open and you know he's here, eyeing you in the dark, checking if he's waken you. For his sake, you try to slow your breathing and still the smile that tickles at the corner of your lips.

He's loud, but he's sweet.

Yet, he's not stupid. Despite your attempts to pretend, he knows his delicately light sleeping wife is awake. Therefore, he doesn't need to feel guilty as he climbs on his side of the bed and scoops you in his arms, listening for you little "surprised" gasp. You do know how to tease him as you snuggle more comfortably into place, breathing in his musky scent and savoring the new warmth radiating from this wall of muscle. Your old man yawns out a goodnight with a quick kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep himself.

It means the world to you every time he comes home.

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Kirishima Eijiro, who's obsessed with eating your pussy from the back. Has a special body pillow just for you, to help you comfortably maintain your little arch as he kneels behind you, adoring your magnificent shape. Corse calloused hands gripping each side of your ass. Nails and fingers digging firmly into the flesh to split you down the middle, pulling your pussy lips apart to expose your hidden center like a peach. He's salivating, kissing your pucker asshole and down your taint before his tounge teases your pussy, so close to sliding in but not enough to give you the relief your craving as the tip collects the first strands of your sweet essence. Your impaitient whimpers only continuing to stir the tease inside him before his lips gracious latch upon your clit. You're going to get exactly what you asked for. And, you're not going anywhere until he finishes giving it to you.

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18+ only - minors dni

This man has me in such a chokehold, and I just need a real one to give it to me just like that 😫 💦!!!

cw: gn!reader + Pro Hero!Kirishima Eijiro + unprotected sex + creampie + love bombs+ manhandling

Don't fight me because I know how you girls like tussle, but you can not tell me that Pro Hero!Kirishima doesn't use at least some of his moves in the bedroom. Safe versions of course. But still, in the heat of the moment, he tends to manhandle, twisting you into all sorts of positions. One of his favorites being the sleeper hold. If you muscles lose stamina after what feels like hours of being locked in a full nelson, Kiri will happily give your sore thighs a break by flipping you face down on the bed and pinning you in the signature hold. Through gritted teeth, he's begging you to hold out just a bit longer as he's so close. His hips making his approaching orgasm clear as he pistons wildly into your tight quivering heat.

Your head is swimming from the limited amount of air as the heavy weight hero fucks you stupid, having you trapped right where he wants you. A thick muscled bicep squeezing into the delicate hallow of your neck as he tells you how good you're being and how much he loves you. Each harsh thrust of his perfectly curved thick cock shoving you forward just for Kirishima to pull you right back, making you scream and your eyes roll back; lips contorting into those embarrassing o-faces. You'll never know how badly he wishes he was able to record each and every one of them.

It's so hot and exhausting. But, Kirishima has the endurance of a work horse born to breed as you cum over and over again until you finally pass out. Your hole giving his big dick one last squeeze that has him seeing stars every time as he fills you with his cum.

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Miguel O'hara, who silently claims you by falling asleep with a hand tucked between your thighs every night. Bottoms or no bottoms. Sex or no sex. He just needs to touch you there. Makes him feel so relaxed to have your precious soft pussy cupped in the palm of his calissused hands; a clawed finger carelessly stroking ever so delicately aginst your slit and along your pussy lips, making your breath catch whenever the tip mistakingly catches aginst your swelling clit. All he needs is to hear you mewl with need if you desire more of his touch. Harder, deeper, faster, directed toward your pleasure as you whimper, clutching onto the flexing muscles of his arm as you cream right into his hand. Yet, otherwise, it's just nice to feel you, to finally get to rest with his pefect little girl, knowing in his heart that you're not going anywhere.

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✞ 666 ✞

[maroonswan]

Oh yeah? Could a pillow princess do this? *Tries to ride you before getting tired and just whining into ur neck*

[maroonswan]

men who are gentle in bed until you tell them you love them and they fuck you like an animal