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theloveinc · 2 years
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I wanna read the showing bakugo ur boobies for the first time thing 🥺
this is all i got
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"Show me."
Bakugo glares at you from where he’s sat on the edge of the bed, torso leaned back, eyes that deep red now narrowed into pretty, black slits. You feel naked under his gaze, consumed, and yet the only thing that’s come off so far is the thin, white T-shirt you were wearing during dinner. 
(And his, the scar on the skin above his heart soft and pink.)
You shrug, turning in on yourself as your arms move to shield the skin that’s left barely covered by your bra. He’s never seen your boobs before, not that he hasn’t been interested, just that he’s always respected your hesitance.
It's a new relationship. It's new for you in general. For him, too.
"I will, I will, just... they're a little..." 
You pause, he interrupts. 
“Say it.”
"You know...” you gesture, eyes flitting everywhere but to his face, his spread thighs, and his… crotch, tight with stretched fabric, “…weird."
“Weird? Fuckin’ weird?” Bakugo pulls his lip up, eyebrows shooting to the top of his forehead in (what is so unlike him,) bewilderment. “Baby, my dick’s already hard. Whatever you got is good, I can promise.”
He leans forward, the tent in his pants tilting as he shoves a finger into your waistband and tugs your hips closer to his face. 
“Kat!” you whine, wiggling in his grasp, fighting against a force that cannot be fought against (lest your clothing rip or even worse, you run away and he lets you go). His hands creep up your sides, gentle enough to be stopped but steady in their path now that you’re standing between his legs.
“C’mon,” he rasps, not quite a beg but about as close as you’ll ever get, his bottom lip curled in one of the smallest pouts you’ve ever seen. He stares up at you, his chin brushing against your sternum, as a thumb finds a clasp and starts toying with it. “Lemme see.” 
You purse your lips, a hundred questions left unanswered at the tip of your tongue, about a thousand more insecurities exhaled in your breath... but nod, anyway. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let him undress you (more gentle than he's ever been)... then peak, just once, to find that he is already grinning.
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hansoeii · 9 months
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look at you, you're gorgeous!
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liquidstar · 6 months
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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theoldaeroplane · 8 months
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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.
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nikki-rook · 8 months
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smitten | adjective | smit·​ten deeply affected with or struck by strong feelings of attraction, affection, or infatuation
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alexxuun · 9 months
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Everyday, it’s a-gettin’ gayer~🎶
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ato-dato · 9 months
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Aziraphale please! He’s been through enough!!!
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mintytrifecta · 1 year
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[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all a very pleasant evening" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant passover". Next to bugs is a photo of a small stack of matzo and the cup of Elijah. ]
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In every FNAF universe William Afton can't count
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montanabohemian · 10 months
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if i see a single one of you pissed that your faves canceled an event or a con appearance because they're striking for fair wages then imma come for you in your sleep 🔪🔪🔪
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(direct that fury where it belongs: AMPTP and the execs)
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hansoeii · 9 months
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getting older can be so amazing? you get more familiar with yourself. learn tips & tricks for troubleshooting your own brain. trial & error helps you build routines that minimize discomfort, maximize reward. your preferences/interests don't get set in stone, but you do find out which ones are going to stay with you in the long-term, and which ones are fun but transient joys to appreciate in the moment.
you learn that the world is so much more complex than you were taught, and that that's okay, and that there's an endless supply of things you can learn or watch or experience or think about if you want to. if you're lucky, you loosen up, stop putting so much pressure on yourself. if you're lucky, you learn to recognize that negative inner voice, and whack it with a baseball bat until it hushes up. if you're lucky, you learn to treat yourself gently, not because you are fragile but because you are worthy of gentleness. (i hope you are lucky.)
and some things will change. some things will get better. some things will get good. and maybe you start to recover from the dehumanizing stress of childhood/education. maybe you learn the power of your own autonomy. maybe you learn how to walk away from bad situations (which is a superpower even if you don't realize it yet). and you get to choose your own clothes. and your own food. and which relationships to pursue! and what you do with your free time. and with your life (but don't worry you get to choose that gradually). and that's crazy! and sometimes scary. and extraordinarily, indescribably precious.
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hrokkall · 5 months
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"Sad Cat Poem" by Spencer Madsen
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sga-owns-my-soul · 7 months
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reblog to give ur mutuals a soft lil kissy on the head
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obsob · 9 days
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the joy of creation :3 !! (anything worth doing is worth doing badly)
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