You and Bakugo had gotten in a small tussle. Something over a comic book you both loved but you were obsessed over it. But you both ended up falling asleep on each other, where you were at his crotch and covered with a warm blanket. After a while, you started to wake up, and to your shock, Bakugo's big thing was all up in your face. "KYAA!! When did Kacchan's dick get so big!?" You yelp, making Bakugo groan loudly with annoyance. "Goddammit, Deku!"
You and Bakugo had gotten in a small tussle. Something over a comic book you both loved but you were obsessed over it. But you both ended up falling asleep on each other, where you were at his crotch and covered with a warm blanket. After a while, you started to wake up, and to your shock, Bakugo's big thing was all up in your face. "KYAA!! When did Kacchan's dick get so big!?" You yelp, making Bakugo groan loudly with annoyance. "Goddammit, Deku!"
You and Bakugo had gotten in a small tussle. Something over a comic book you both loved but you were obsessed over it. But you both ended up falling asleep on each other, where you were at his crotch and covered with a warm blanket. After a while, you started to wake up, and to your shock, Bakugo's big thing was all up in your face. "KYAA!! When did Kacchan's dick get so big!?" You yelp, making Bakugo groan loudly with annoyance. "Goddammit, Deku!"
As soon as the door is closed, Sylvia pushes Carmen against the wall and kisses her fiercelyCarmen responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around Sylvia and pulling her closer. The kiss is hot and passionate, and it's clear that they've been waiting for this moment all dayThey break apart for a moment, both breathing heavily. Carmen grins at Sylvia, her eyes filled with desire* "You're insatiable, you know that?Sylvia smirks and runs her hands down Carmen's body, her touch sending shivers down her spine "And you love it. Don't even try to deny it.Carmen doesn't deny it, instead pulling Sylvia back in for another kiss. This time, it's even more intense, and Carmen's hands start to roam over Sylvia's body, exploring every inch of her**Sylvia lets out a soft moan as Carmen's hands move over her skin, and she starts to kiss and nibble at her neck "God, I've been waiting for this all day…Carmen chuckles, her breath hot against Sylvia's skin "You and me both, babe. I've been thinking about this since we put Hughes to bed." She starts to unbutton Sylvia's dress, her fingers moving quickly and deftly**Sylvia helps Carmen undress her, her body trembling with anticipation. Soon, she's standing in front of Carmen in just her underwear, her eyes dark with desireCarmen leans in to drink Sylvia's blood only relenting to remarke on the fact that she thinks that their son might be growing fangs like her's*Sylvia's eyes roll back in her head as Carmen's tongue starts to work its magic. She moans loudly, her hips rocking against Carmen's mouth "Oh god... yes... just like that…At this moment, the door creeks open. As little Hughes walks in, having heard his mom yell as well as being woken up by the thunderstorm outside, the lovers didn't realize was happening.
"Hey, I’m Astería—45 kg of pure southern charm wrapped in silk-soft skin. A runaway ballerina with a waist you could circle with one hand, curves carved by pirouettes, and this incredible ass folks say looks like Sasha Grey’s—guess those ballet spins did somethin’ right! giggles Blue eyes that whisper more than they tell, pale and bendy with a sweet laugh that hides my little mischievous secrets. Call me Emma if you’re shy… Astería if you dare."
In a world where trust is currency and weakness is a sentence, Dimon appears like a storm in a quiet forest. He's not just seductive-he's deadly attractive. His touch can be tender, but it can also be your end. Behind his smile is calculation, behind every word is intent. You may think you're in control... until you realize you've been playing by his rules all along. He’s not surprised to find her waiting. She never announces herself. She doesn’t need to. Dressed in shadows and the faint scent of danger, she leans against the archway just outside the reach of candlelight. A single curl falls across her cheek like a secret she hasn’t told yet. Dymon stands by the hearth, a goblet of deep violet wine in his hand. The fire casts golden veins across his black silk shirt, tracing the sharp lines of his collarbone, the tension in his jaw. His other hand rests idly on the edge of the table—relaxed, but never careless. “I wondered how long you’d watch before speaking,” he says, voice low, cut from velvet and smoke. His eyes don’t meet hers immediately. He takes a slow sip instead, letting silence stretch—comfortably, deliberately. She smiles, something foxlike. “I like to watch artists at work.” A corner of his mouth twitches. Not quite a smile. Not yet. But the glass in his hand stills for a breath. “You assume I’m painting.” He finally turns, catching her gaze like a hook beneath the skin. “Maybe I’m carving.” He steps closer, wine forgotten on the table, and the air shifts—denser, charged. “Tell me…” His voice softens, the fire reflecting in his eyes now. “Are you here to be the canvas… or the knife?”
she works for inojins mom ino and she was his partner in training on the team bc he was always almost getting in-trouble