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Drawing other characters: damn I always use the same angle Drawing ✨Hinata✨:

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slowly and quickly losing it, call me mama one more time PLEASE

miguel definitely follows your face and eyes when he’s fucking you. “look at me, mama.” n you’re trying, you rlly are, but he’s bullied his way into your pretty little pussy and he’s going feral so when you obviously can’t keep eye contact he makes you keep eye contact. follows your eyes and says “i know, mama, i know. this dick feels good, doesn’t it?”

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*internal screaming*

This gives me the vibe of a few HQ characters and I'm-

— ⋆ ࣪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆ ࣪husbands who want to hold your hands while they're balls deep inside you so they feel that wedding ring on your finger. them telling you how much they want to finish inside.. how much they want to fill up their pretty wife to the brim with their cum.

they tell you just how much they love you as they finish, pressing kisses across your face and whispering sweet praises to you.

Zhongli , Welt , Jing Yuan , Gepard , Hex , Vox , Thoma , Kazuha , Diluc

#kita shinsuke smut #kita.smut.reblog #haikyuu nsfw #sugawara smut #sugawara x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou smut #tendou.smut.reblog

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@semieitasmuse crying for you over this

Whenever Bakugou comes to wake you up, choosing to do it instead of letting you use an alarm, he always smiles so softly when you blink your bleary eyes open and the first thing you hear is "there's my girl"

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FINE AS HELL

Suggestive Kankuro with his face paint smeared?

Oof yes 😮‍💨

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cw: minors dni. suggestive but not overt smut. melodramatic pillow talk.

"do you think it's possible to love someone too much, izuku?"

izuku's a bit surprised by the question, evidenced by the wide-eyed shift away from staring at the ceiling while idly playing with your fingers rested atop his chest, and instead towards you. his freckled cheeks are still flushed with the afterglow of lovemaking and your head still swims with love and satisfaction; you smile at each other still. and yet there's something about the few minutes after sex where your body tingles and your ears are only attuned to the beat of his heart as you lay against his torso that makes you think. a little too much, really.

izuku pauses, but you're waiting for an answer patiently, and his gaze flits from your parted lips back to your eyes.

"no, i don't think so," he replies, voice soft.

you tilt your head in intrigue, and shift to prop your head up on your side. it's an uncharacteristically short response from him, and you wonder if he's tired or rather, if the question tires him.

"you don't think so?" you repeat.

with one arm, he pulls you towards him so that your body presses closer to his, and traps one of your legs between both of his thighs, happier that you are just inches apart and tangled together anew. every point of contact feels safe and warm, down to every ridge of muscle in his body and every roughened patch of scarred skin you can feel.

his voice is breathy still as he replies.

"i think i could still love you more," he says. you frown, cupping his face.

"are you saying you don't love me times infinity, izuku?"

he presses his forehead against yours. "even that wouldn't be enough."

you roll your eyes, but you're still beaming. he's distracting you again, and you find yourself admiring his curls, trying to count the stars in his eyes.

you blink and remember the question at hand.

"cheesy, but i'm serious."

he scrunches his eyebrows together in a gesture that's meant to be exaggerated and cute. you agree. "totally serious now," he says.

you snort through your nose.

"sometimes too much love is bad, right?" you say. "love makes you do crazy things."

"hmm... how crazy are we talking?" he asks. there's a peck of the lips that accompanies the question.

"destructive behavior maybe... like not eating or sleeping because you miss a loved one or are worried about them," you continue. as it comes out, you wonder why you can't let the moment be, but you struggle with this. the man in front of you, you love in a way that sometimes terrifies you, and you remember it in the dead of the night when you're alone or at times like these.

"are you trying to tell me you aren't eating or sleeping?" he asks.

you pretend to headbutt him and he laughs.

"no, but i am saying it scares me how much i love you sometimes." you admit. he looks at you again, really looks, and smiles.

"i'm flattered." he says and pretends to turn to sleep.

"izuku!" you say embarrassed.

he laughs, louder this time, then pulls you atop of him and hugs you tightly, tight enough that you can feel the air pushed out of your lungs, as well as some of your anxiety.

there's another moment of pause and he breathes out.

"i feel the same way, love."

you raise up slightly to look down on him better and again his gaze is fixed, eyes light.

he nods. "it's scary for me too."

you swallow hard, a small heaviness in your chest returning, the same one that sits when he doesn't call back on time or you find a new scar.

"i have dreams sometimes where i lose you."

it's suddenly hard to look at him, so you lay your head down, and he pulls the blankets better around you so that they cover your neck as he strokes your hair.

"how?"

"the usual. kidnapping. explosion..." you can feel him breathe out before the next one, "using you to hurt me..."

you can feel tears prick at your eyes with the waver in his voice.

"i don't like who i become in those dreams."

izuku holds you just a bit tighter and kisses the top of your head.

"they're just dreams," you extend an olive branch without letting your imagination run too wild. your izuku is sweet and means no harm... but has the potential to cause a lot of harm, with the right motivations.

"i'd act exactly the same way," he says, and there's a finality to it that that almost scares you, especially when he releases his hold on you. rather than worry about it, you fish for his hands and hold them tightly.

"don't hurt yourself for me," you murmur.

"don't hurt yourself for me, either," he answers.

you look up at him, pressing your chin into his breastbone. he smiles. you reach and kiss him again.

your heart is still.

perhaps you love each other too much. but it's the same for both of you, and that is just right.

#izuku x reader

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selfshipping is soooo beautiful we are all out here like "this fictional character DOES love me actually and we ARE dating and they KISS ME" and everyone is like YEAAAAA LET'S GO!!!! THEY LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!! there's just something about Allowing Yourself To Be Loved. i think it's nice :)

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CAN YOU SHARE YOUR IZU THOUGHTS W THE CLASS?! 👀👀👀

hes such a whore when he's under you... dopey, wet eyes that that barely stay open because God it feels so good to be ruined by you--

its the only time he gets to be pushed around and taken control of.

youre so demanding with him and, fuck, he's gonna give it all to you

#izuku midoriya smut #izuku.smut.reblog

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Stunning as always

Nanami 🫠

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Kissing Strangers (pt.2)

Denki x f!Reader

wc: 1,364

cw: reader wears a dress, kissing, spit, oral (f!receiving), fingering, choking, praise, degradation - unedited

uhhhhhh it got worse?

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It became a kink of some sort for you, since the first time he proposed the idea at a party, to watch your boyfriend kiss strangers.

He liked the game, the chase, and he especially liked finding ways to inflict arousal onto you from the other side of the room. And you — you had come to accept that maybe you were a little perverted to watch the exchange from your corner, sitting there all squirmy and needy and wet.

This time, it wasn’t so much of a stranger he was locking lips with. He let you take your pick once again, and you had your eyes on the host of the party, some hungry piece of you rearing it’s nasty head when you pointed out his best friend, silently making eye contact with Denki to see his reaction, the curl of his smile and that glint in him.

Excitement for the chase had already begun to overtake him.

You wish you didn’t care so much, but watching him work his magic this time had you bewitched. From your spot on the sofa, you let your hand press into the seat cushion between your legs, wrist pressing to your clit in a downright shameful attempt for friction as he swapped spit with your choice of prey for tonight, none other than Sero Hanta.

You should feel wrong for it but it’s hard to care with how captivated he makes you, the feeling spiking straight through you and to places you couldn’t touch how you want to, not in the middle of his friend’s house party. There’s only so much you’d be willing to do where people can see, and being by yourself has you lacking the confidence Denki gives you with his lack of care for who sees what or what they think.

You need him to take care of you.

And as if watching them make out wasn’t head-spinning enough, the instruction Denki gave was different this time. He didn’t just want you to watch; “Meet me upstairs, second room on the left.”

Whatever the surprise he had in mind for you, the wait feels like it stretches on longer than any other time before. Hanta tugs on Denki’s hair, and they’re making out so fiercely, like they have truly gotten lost in the moment, the party a distant thought.

Like Denki forgot about you.

And yet it winds the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter still and it’s sick, it really ought to make you feel like a pervert, but you can’t hear the voice in your head that used to care over the roar of your heartbeat and the bass-heavy rap beats blasting through the living room.

When Denki eventually finds his way back to planet earth, he’s dazed and glassy-eyed, searching for you until he finds you, eyes picking you out and zeroing in on your tells; you’re desperate for your turn to taste him, and he knows, his insatiable grin the last thing he flashes you before he walks away.

It takes you a few seconds to scramble back to reality yourself as you watch him slink from the room, deeper into the house.

“Meet me upstairs.”

You follow, weaving through people a lot less gracefully than your boyfriend, squeezing past people dancing and making out and the crowd blocking the bottom of the stairs as they talk.

The whole way, you’ve only been able to keep momentarily glimpses of Denki as he moves farther and farther out of sight — a shock of his hair, the shoulder of his jacket, the colour of his sneakers. But now, you’re facing down the door, second on the left, and wondering what sort of plan he had cooked up ahead of time without you knowing.

It was always just kissing. Someone else, and then you, the idea of his hot tongue seeking yours after being in the mouth of a stranger, their saliva still fresh off his lips, made you crazy. Made you want more of him.

Denki had been smirking something mischievous all night, though, the more you thought of it.

You don’t hesitate, entering the room with his name falling out of your mouth.

“Denki?” You close the door behind you, stopping in your tracks as your eyes track around the room, taking in all its familiarity. “What are we doing in Sero’s bedroom?”

He doesn’t speak as he stands from the bed, infuriating smirk never leaving his pretty face, reaches around you to lock the door and tugs you over to get you sitting right where he wants you.

As soon as your ass hits the mattress, he’s pushing you onto your back and spreading your thighs for him.

“Denki—what-?”

The words fall short as you watch his fingers slide up your thighs towards your sex, under the skirt of your dress, the pads of his fingertips tracing through your folds. He hums at the damp cotton of your underwear, pushing it aside.

Then he pauses. Makes eye contact with you from down on his knees, and you know he’s got something naughty in his head. He’s looking all too amused, leaning forward over your clit, hovering above it where you can definitely see what he’s doing.

It’s quiet now you’re in this bedroom, shut away from the rest of the party. So quiet you can hear as he rolls the saliva around inside his mouth.

It’s salacious when he opens his mouth, letting his tongue drip spit onto your clit. There’s so much of it, more than usual, and you can’t take your eyes away from the clear string or the fucked out look on his face.

He spits what’s left onto you, taking pride in the way you whine. “Denks.”

“Yeah, babe?” He swipes his fingers through the wetness, pumping the spit into you and spreading you open on two digits. “You like getting warmed up with Sero’s spit all over your pussy?”

He sucks your clit, already swollen lips closing around it, moaning as you clench down on his fingers as he keeps fucking you with them. His other hand slides up your body, groping a breast over your clothes.

He’s overeager, working his tongue on your clit, and it’s wrong. It’s so wrong to let him give you head on his best friend’s bed after kissing him, but it feels so right, so exciting.

“You like that, don’t you? Such a dirty girl.” He gets up from his knees, twisting his fingers inside your soaking pussy as he re-situates himself over you, hand moving from your breast to your neck. “You love it.”

You only moan in response as he thumbs over your clit, slowly applying more pressure as he squeezes your throat.

“Gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah? So fucking sloppy, all because you liked watching me and Sero kiss? You’re so nasty.”

The more you squirm, the more he presses into you, his hard cock nudging your thigh, and when you cum, bucking against his hand and incidentally grinding his cock on your thigh, he holds you down, firm with his hand on your neck, restricting your movement and your breath when all you want to do is moan and whine.

He groans, watching your eyelashes flutter and your mouth gape as you try to breathe. You’re so pretty, and you’re all his.

“You fucking love being a little slut for me, don’t you? You’re such a pervert.” His hold loosens, letting you take a sharp inhale. Denki kisses you, stealing your breath again before you can even catch it. “Good girl.”

You sigh, holding onto his arm as he pulls his fingers out of you.

His lips coast over where you can still feel the pressure of his fingers, leaving kisses where the skin might bruise tomorrow.

You watch as he pulls away from you, hands tucking under your knees to lift your legs towards his shoulders.

“Be a good girl and don’t moan too loud for my cock, someone might hear what we’re doing.” He laughs, laying his palm flat on your chest, smoothing it up and over your sensitive throat. “Or I might think you like being choked.”

#oh hell yeah #denki smut #denki x reader smut #kaminari smut #kaminari x reader smut #denki.smut.reblog

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And and and and lemme just say this:

If you think your fave wouldn't nuzzle their nose right into your pubes with a hunger you didn't know they could possess for your most private parts, you've got another thing coming.

And yes, this applies to ALL of your faves.

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Is the ATLA fandom still alive at all? Because booooy do I wanna write about Sokka x Zuko

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#criminal minds and law & order svu have more completed watch-throughs than i can count at this point #and i shaved my head once back in 2015ish? #i loved it #my big chop era

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SCREAMING THIS FROM THE TOP OF MY LUNGS I NEED HIM INSIDE MEEEEEE

i can post cause dash is dead i want present mic stupidly bad in the most insane possible

#present mic.smut.reblog #present mic #present mic nsfw

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Mar got me thinking so

Your blorbo writes smut about you...what are the tags on said smut? Non-con? Monsterfucking? Spit?

#whoooooooooo baby #breeding and squirting for absolutely goddamn sure #probably dacryphilia too mhmm #damn and dumbification ohhh yeah they love it when I get cock-stupid

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every time a fat girl wears a shirt that shows her belly an angel gets their wings reblog if you agree

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