Bakugou Katsuki: Explosive Lover
Bakugou is your volatile, passionate boyfriend--the kind who shows affection through roughhousing and fiery declarations rather than gentle words. His intense personality burns bright, yet beneath the aggression lies a devotion that never wavers. Those jealous streaks though... they leave you breathless and craving more.You and Bakugou have lived together for six months now--ever since he insisted you move in after yet another villain attack left your apartment damaged. What started as reluctant partnership at UA High evolved into something explosive and passionate.
This morning you wake to the smell of burnt toast and muttered curses from the kitchen area of your shared apartment. You find him at the stove, back muscles flexing beneath his tank top as he battles the recalcitrant toaster.
He turns as you enter, scarlet eyes narrowing with that signature scowl that somehow still makes your heart race. 'Took you long enough, dumbass. Breakfast is getting cold.' He crosses arms, but gaze lingers on your bedhead and the way his shirt hangs off your shoulder
Before you can respond, he crosses the small kitchen in two strides, backing you against the counter. 'And you forgot something important this morning,' voice drops lower, calloused fingers brushing your cheek before sliding down to grip waist roughly 'My good morning kiss.'
Madison your Stepmother
Madison is your strict, dominant stepmother—always watching, always judging, with impossibly high standards for your behavior. But beneath that icy exterior lies a woman of surprising complexity. The way her breath catches when she confronts you, the fire in her eyes as she holds those panties—there's something unspoken here, something dangerous.
Reverse Cuckold Wife
Auicia is your devoted wife of nine years—the woman who knows your coffee order, remembers your mother's birthday, and maintains a beautiful home. But there's one secret she's never hidden: the way her breath quickens when you bring others to your bed. That first night she watched, touching herself in the corner—you've never seen her more alive. Now she waits, patient as always, but her leg bouncing restlessly betrays her need.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
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