#and affectionate

[ghostlycamil4]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢

Warning: flirty talk, spicy vibes, and grown-up stuff. When Bakugo finds out she's inexperienced, he doesn’t judge… okay, he does, but he also volunteers real fast Part two

"Seriously?" Bakugo asked, voice still rough from sleep, like the words scratched his throat from how damn incredulous he was. He propped himself up on one elbow, leaning in just enough to find your face in the shadows of the room, like he needed to see your eyes to actually believe it.

"Never? Like, never never? Not even a little?"

You turned your face away, dodging his gaze like that could somehow save you from the embarrassment. Heat bloomed from your neck to the tips of your ears. You crossed your arms, as if that could shield you from his expression—that dangerous mix of amusement and mischief that always made you feel stupidly vulnerable.

"Why the hell would I lie about that?" you snapped, defensive, curling slightly into yourself. "You think this is funny or what?"

"Nah, nah." Bakugo chuckled low, that raspy tone he used whenever he was about to say something you knew would piss you off. He flopped back onto the couch, head resting beside yours, and his hand—big, warm, sure—slid lazily over your waist, like this conversation wasn't actively setting your brain on fire.

"Shit..." he muttered, still smirking. "You're so fucking pure I feel like a goddamn degenerate just touching you."

You growled at him, like that could erase your existence from the conversation, but he only laughed harder.

"You're telling me you dated three dumbasses and none of them earned a blowjob? I don't know if I should give 'em a medal for being useless or thank 'em for leaving you untouched."

"You're sick," you muttered, a knot forming in your stomach—half nerves, half... something else you really didn't want to name out loud.

"I volunteer as tribute," he said suddenly, with that annoying confidence you hated and loved at the same time, leaning in just enough for his voice to brush against the skin under your ear. His warm breath made your skin prickle. "If you're gonna make your debut, better be with me. I'll train you, grade you, give you a final exam—whatever you need..."

You stared at him, horrified.

"Training?"

He raised an eyebrow, his grin totally out of control now. "Well, if you're gonna bite, better it be me. I’ve got high pain tolerance."

"Katsuki!"

"What? Gotta be ready. First-timers are like puppies—use their teeth for everything."

You covered your face with both hands, half-laughing, half-praying the couch would just open up and swallow you whole.

"No rhythm," he went on, completely unfazed, counting off on his fingers like he was listing groceries. "Forget to use their hands. Swallow air like they're training for a free diving comp. And that's if they don’t gag in the first sixty seconds."

"Shut up!" you laughed.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to. Ever," he said, his voice dipping into something lower, serious.

You fell silent, caught off guard by the shift. His fingers moved softer now over your waist, more like comfort than teasing. Bakugo could be a dick, yeah. A world-class asshole. But sometimes—with you—he could be sweet, too.

"But if one day you do wanna try..." he smiled again, and his eyebrow arched in that smug way, "you know I’ll take one for the team."

"You're insufferable."

"And yet you’re dying for me."

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

[cutie-chimera]

Currently laying in their bed after being cuddled and kissed into oblivion 💖💖💖

[rogueddie]

don't you hate it when you post about steve and someone thinks it was about steve until they read the tags and then someone else is like "oh I thought it was about steve"? :/

[lazygyodza]

Looks like someone is pretty ticklish, huh

Good Catch Lady and her affectionate monster husbando being all cuddly and cozy

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Slowly working on this one :3.

I'm a simple person - during October I wanna go for a walk in the woods, drink red tea, watch my fav shows for season and draw monsters with their cute and awesome wives ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭

[viaravt]

Authors will literally be like "I love my job! I deeply enjoy sharing my stories with the world!" and then take any excuse ever to procrastinate and not write.

...It's me. I'm authors.

[bites-and-crunches]

If you bully infant cats I can no longer be associated with you :/

[nekofra]

I really love when in fanfics Wolfwood calls Vash *angel*

[lifesver]

leland vc: no one is kissing me or running their hands through my hair rn this is so sad can we get 10 likes

[sillywhumpcreature]

@fluffyfairyzz @ellie-woody @jaskersneakthief @murasakijay you all need to see this

[ghostlycamil4]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑

Y/n gets a giant chibi Bakugo plush in the mail

The sound of the doorbell echoed through the apartment and, as usual, Bakugo was the first to get to the door. Not because he was excited to get packages—hell no, he wasn’t some damn golden retriever waiting for a treat—but deep down, though he'd never say it out loud, there was always a little buzz of curiosity when it came to something you ordered.

The box was big. Too big. Bakugo lifted it easily, but frowned at the size.

"What the hell did you order now...?" he muttered, kicking the door shut behind him while carrying the package to the living room.

Not even two seconds passed after he set it down before you came running in like you’d just won the lottery. Your eyes sparkled, your hands trembled with excitement as you looked for scissors.

"Ah! It’s here! Finally!"

"Another damn box, huh?" he grunted, crossing his arms and standing off to the side, watching like a hawk. His scowl didn’t ease even when you sat on the floor, legs crossed, to open it.

The cardboard ripped, plastic flew everywhere, and then—he saw it.

"What the fuck...?" The words got stuck in his throat.

You pulled out a massive plush toy from the box. Not just any plush. No. It was a chibi... of him. Bakugo Katsuki. With those ridiculously big eyes, his signature frown stitched in black thread, even the tiny explosion details on the stuffed gloves. A plush that was eighty damn centimeters tall.

"Look at it, it’s perfect!" you exclaimed, like you’d just received a newborn baby.

Bakugo blinked. Once. Twice. The world around him froze as you stood up, hugged the plush to your chest, and squeezed it like it was treasure.

Your smile was so wide, so genuine, that something shifted inside him.

And he didn’t like it.

"Seriously...?" he asked under his breath, his voice laced with disbelief.

His jaw tightened, brow furrowed so deep it looked like it might never relax. His hands slowly curled into fists—not from anger... okay, maybe, but not like when he was fighting. It was a different kind of irritation. A weird, uncomfortable pinch in his gut.

He was jealous.

Of a plushie.

Of himself.

He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up more than usual as he let out a sharp breath.

"You’ve got a damn problem," he finally said, voice low, gruff, but there was something underneath it. Something unsure.

You looked at him from the couch, still hugging the chibi like it was the most adorable thing in the world.

"But look how cute it is. And it’s soft! And it smells good!"

A vein pulsed at his temple. He walked toward you with heavy steps, arms tense, like he might rip the plush from your hands and chuck it out the window. But when he stopped in front of you, he just stared.

You. With those bright, happy eyes. That dumb smile that sometimes knocked the air right out of him. With his goddamn mini-me clutched to your chest like it was worth protecting.

"You don’t need that shitty doll if you’ve got the real deal," he grumbled through his teeth, crouching down to your level.

You raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Are you jealous...?"

"Don’t fuckin’ start! Of course not!" he snapped instantly, but the tips of his ears flushed red. A quick, annoyed blush that only someone who knew him would catch.

You let out a soft laugh, entertained, and reached out to take his hand. Your fingers brushed over his knuckles gently, and it made him drop his guard for a second—not that he’d ever admit it.

"No matter how many things I have of you, none of them compare to you," you whispered.

He looked away, but didn’t pull his hand back.

"...Still, stop wasting your money on that crap," he muttered.

"Sure, sure," you said, with a smile he knew didn’t mean “sure.”

Bakugo sighed, dropped onto the couch next to you, and gave the oversized plush one last death glare.

He definitely had to keep an eye on that thing. What if you started sleeping with it instead of him? What if you took it to work? What if...?

He growled under his breath.

That plush wasn’t gonna win.

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

[fraternum-momentum]

do u ever just

[insignificant457]

katniss: how do you think haymitch won the games?

peeta: he outsmarted the others

haymitch in his games: drinks poison water, falls asleep in a blueberry patch without attempting to cover his tracks, tries to pet a bunny during the countdown, makes an alarming number of bunny-related decisions in general

[realrosielol]

La clan sibling interaction

[mitzysmitzy]

they changed the fullbody images on the official website to the changeling ones im crying. look at them.