#esp the body

[alphacinder]

it be finished!!!!!!!!!! the gnarliest garb!! woohoo!!!!

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[quinn-joseph]

Hayden Christensen as Clay Beresford — Awake (2007) dir. Joby Harold

[bacchuschucklefuck]

space sweepers but they're delivery people and are at no point on screen through the entire movie

[luminarai]

dog owners vs cat owners: the immortal gay edition

[sophsun1]

I will always remember that scene where Brian sees Justin admitted to the hospital after Justin was bashed. I once read a quote from a director that said to always keep the camera rolling for 30 seconds after you call cut. That’s what they did. There’s a close-up of Gale and he was so in his own sorrow that his nose and eyes began to pour. I don’t think he was even aware they called cut.

[avephelis]

just wanted to say it's really awesome seeing the positive reception to chunky mikey LOVE YOU ALL 🧡🧡

[puppyeared]

Big cat

[autismsupersoldier]

a non-exhaustive list of my dunmeshi cast headcanons, as well as a fun exercise in censoring genitals in creative ways. below the cut you can see a list of notes and explanations. hope you enjoy as much as i enjoyed watching the anime!

important to preface:

now, lets get into it.

thanks for lookin! here are some sketches too:

some more falins because shes my favourite!

[ruporas]

wolfwood redraws (ID in alt text)

[future-dregs]

Your brother has come back to you.

It seems impossible. But you test him and you test and you test him, and he keeps coming back true.

Your brother is back.

But you dont know his body.

His smile seems the same, but he doesn't meet your eyes the way he used to.

He smells almost the same, and he still likes it when you pull into him and bury your face against his neck, making yourself small again.

But theres a scent underneath that didnt used to be there, like hot metal and blood.

You think he can smell it too.

He washes more often.

You run your hands over him but no, you dont know this body at all.

Neither does he.

It scares you both.

Wheres the scars from when you were children? The crooked nose and fingers from too many fights? The spidering silver line across his forehead that marked something you'd never forget?

His skin is as smooth as a child's, and you shudder because of it.

The first wound you stitched up for him, that didnt heal well but he wore with pride because "Chicks dig scars, Sammy" and because that was you, you on his skin? That's gone, replaced by a stranger's handprint, branded in.

You hate it.

The only mark left on your brothers body is from someone else, and you HATE IT.

You want to cut it off, but he watches you differently with a knife in your hand now, like he's afraid of it, and you can't bear that so you don't.

The two of you spend afternoons minutely examining his body, looking for anything familiar. He's always completely naked and you wish it were erotic.

Instead, it just feels like grief.

[thatdiabolicalfeminist]

kinda sucks as an immunocompromised & high risk person that i have to deal with people's negative reactions to me masking & refusing to go into crowded places unmasked

because now it's gauche to care about covid

i know humans are social animals but we also have enough cognition to understand when our emotional impulses are at odds with our knowledge of a situation!!

so why after all these studies and statistics is it considered embarrassing to try not to get or spread the single most disabling disease of our time??? a disease that has killed so many people, directly and indirectly??

[eloiscbridgerton]

Eloise, Queen of Comedy™, in Bridgerton Season 3

[s1x-foot-deep]

scene from the radio drama+Great Soft Jelly-Thing concepts

[microscotch]

i was playing w the singles @ the community pool and circe literally walked right into the camera like that as i was staring up the empty sky, about to press pause.

what in the name of instagram posing

[greelin]

i keep saying “i want plant-based chicken that tastes like actual chicken so bad” as if i even remember what real chicken tastes like