Listen, LISTEN, the only thing on my mind today is the little sweet moments that you share after sex or a long day with Katsuki Bakugo.

I CANNOT stop thinking about laying in a bed with Katsuki using your long nails to trace little patterns in the muscles of his back. The man has had an incredibly long day at work, for how intense his explosions are you can’t tell me this man is not out of place. His hips are probably unaligned and his back is totally fucked up. He’s constantly complaining about headaches because of how tight his neck has become. He’d never admit it out loud but his favorite part of the day is cuddling up with you or your aftercare from sex. You massage and trace patterns over his shoulder blades and lower back. Watching his abused, tense muscles relax under the soothing little scratches of your nails. Hearing him let out a breathy sigh or a little hum, enjoying the sensation. Nuzzled up in your neck, half awake, fighting sleep to keep you company. You’re all wrapped up in his arms and legs, with his warm body. You can feel his heart beating at a slow, calm pace against your skin. You place small little pecks on the top of his head or on his forehead. If he moves to look up at you, you use your eyelashes to give him butterfly kisses on his cheeks and nose. He’ll chuckle a little from the tickling sensation. And don’t get me started if you start to massage and scratch this man’s scalp. His eyes flutter shut and he’ll groan. He be in heaven with that shit. A gentle smile on his face and everything.😭 please I need this in my life.

bakugou isn’t afraid to love you openly here, in the morning sun.

note: title is lyrics from a zach bryan song <3 this has only been lightly edited, but I hope you enjoy! the line break thing below is from @/cafekitsune

bakugou slams his hand down on his alarm clock at 5:29 a.m., exactly one minute before the alarm is actually set to go off. you have been fighting off a cold the past few days, and after some warm soup and medicine he bribed you with a kiss to take, he’s a nurturer at heart, sue him, you finally were able to sleep. that last thing he wants is his stupid alarm to wake you up.

bakugou is a natural earlier riser. he likes to have time to wake up, drink some coffee, go to the gym and shower and still make it back to you before 8. when he looks over at you now though, he has a feeling that his morning routine isn’t going to be acted upon.

you’re sprawled across his bare chest, legs tangled up with his like a love knot. your face is squished against his bicep, mouth hanging open since you can’t breath through your nose at the moment. some drool has dried on his skin, and while bakugou usually is a clean freak, the sight endears him more than it grosses him out.

perspiration makes your skin glow slightly in the soft early sunlight. you had been running a low grade fever last night, but you still insisted on plastering yourself to him to sleep even though he naturally runs hotter than the average person. he knows you’ll complain whenever you have to unstick yourself from him, but he also knows later tonight you’ll snuggle up to him all the same.

looking at you like this, so soft and warm, he’s suddenly reminded of when he first met you. he was a brooding second year at u.a., a child who had been through far too much already, and you were in the general studies department. the school decided to partner up the hero courses with the general studies department for some assignment bakugou can’t even remember now. he got paired with you.

he remembers the guarded look in your eyes whenever you approached him for the first time, the way you softly introduced yourself, and the way you glared at him whenever he scoffed at you. he remembers being surprised, no one normally had the guts to do anything except take what he dished out. but you didn’t.

one night in the library, you finally hit your breaking point. you were mad and fed up with his attitude. the words you said to him still pierce him today.

“bakugou. you have the potential to make something of yourself, but your attitude is going to determine whether you’re great or horrible.”

you had rushed off in a huff after that, leaving him there speechless. he’d been chasing you ever since. eventually, fourth year to be exact, you let him catch you.

now, in bed with you all these years later, he isn’t afraid to be soft with you. he isn’t afraid to touch your face gently, like he does now. bakugou lightly traces the lines of your face with one calloused finger, lingering on the bags underneath your eyes that have deepened from your lack of sleep lately.

his touch makes you stir, and let a jumble of sounds that after years of practice bakugou can understand to be the question “what time is it?”

“too early for you to be up. go back to sleep.” is his response, gruff voice only a whisper. you let out a “mmmmmkay” and snuggle in closer, if that’s even possible. you both are already practically one being, but bakugo can’t find it in him to be upset.

with you in his arms, bakugou drifts back to sleep, morning routine all but forgotten.

katsuki is always so careful when he fucks you.

it’s more about the fear of himself than is about you being fragile. he knows you’re strong, but it’s just, he becomes so… unhinged when it comes to you.

it’s the way you milk him, he thinks. it’s the way your creamy walls suck him in—aching to be filled by him— before he even has the chance to fully submerge his tip. he swears he gets high off your pussy.

it’s why he has to be careful.

he’s not fully conscious. he gets easily lost in that blissful yet oh-so desperate state… dangerously so. he doesn’t want to hurt his precious baby. so he’s careful. he tries his very best to control himself. for katsuki is a strong man and he knows how easily his baby bruises.

but you’re never one to make things easy on him, are you? he admires that about you most of the time, but you just don’t realize how dangerous you can be, do you?

you’re simply ignorant to it. yes, that’s it! you have to be. it’s the only explanation.

why else would you be taking katsuki’s hand in your own as he’s fucking you (carefully, of course). you’re desperately grasping to take control of his arm as he now has to shift his weight to keep his pace and position. he curiously obliges you. how could he not, especially when you’re this fucked out already.

you drag his hand up along your body until his hand is at the base of your throat. it’s when he feels your hands squeeze around his and a satisfied moan escapes your lips that he truly grasps what you’re doing. you want to be choked.

the realization has a guttural moan leaving his lips as he feels his balls tighten at your debaunched behavior. he picks up the pace, sloppily thrusting into your greedy cunt as the hand choking you grips you like no other.

he can’t control it. he’s squeezing so hard you’re sure there will be bruises to have to explain later. but you don’t care. you’re seeing stars right now. you both are.

warbly moans leave the both of you in harmonious bliss. katsuki swears you’ll be the death of him as he struggles to breathe by the sheer magnitude of his climax. but what does such a trivial matter like breathing mean to him? to either of you?

you’re both far too gone in the highly intoxicating drug that is love.

Y'all remember "cops aren't supposed to kill guilty people, either", right?

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to die beneath the rubble of their homes.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be shot with expanding bullets that cause massive tissue damage leading to amputation.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to have their flesh burned away with white phosphorous.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve their fishing boats blown up.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to see their husbands and fathers executed in front of them along evacuation routes.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve an anonymous phone call threatening to destroy their lives and families.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be detained for years without charges.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be tortured, starved, and sexually assaulted in prison.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be deprived of water.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve their olive trees to be uprooted while they look on.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve sixteen years of blockade.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve to be prevented from traveling for lifesaving medical care.

Palestinians who have done something wrong don't deserve this genocide.

Adding to OP:

Palestinian children do not deserve to get kidnapped by the occupation forces and get labeled as "prisoners".

okay why do I think Bakugo would be a godsend at eating pussy. This man could eat you out for hours and could be crying and squirming and this man just says “You can take it..be a good girl for me hm?”

to be honest he’d probably make you squirt pretty easily too.

In the middle of Yuta’s little house tour, the pillow sized bunny plushie catches your attention. “Aaww! So cute! I didn’t know you had a stuffed animal.”

His heart nearly leeps out of his mouth when you walk towards it.

“A-Ah-!” Yuta sprints to the couch, snatching the plush up and above his head before you can even touch it, eyes wide and panicky. “Y-yeah! I’ve had it since forever! Guess I can’t bring myself to give it away yet, hahahahaha…”

You’re a little puzzled by his strange behavior but decide not to insist on it. Wolves are possessive of their belongings anyway, and you figured Yuta was also a little embarrassed that you saw it out in the open so suddenly.

“Hey, I don’t judge. Everybody finds comfort in different things.” You hold your hands behind you, twirling a little. “Still, it’s pretty cute how you like bunnies- and you obviously got a type.”

“Eh?” Yuta’s ears flop like he’s deflating, stance finally relaxing even though he’s still a awkward. “What’d you mean?”

You grin, nodding your chin to the plushie he holds to his chest. “It looks like me.”

Seemingly proud with your teasing, you turn to explore the rest of his house, leaving Yuta frozen in place, lips parted and staring at your back. He looks down at the plushie a second after and gulps.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “yeah it does.”

-specially when it’s squished to the mattress by his hips with his cock grinding over the fuzzy cotton tail, sweat dotted on his forehead and tongue lolled out with the burning need to sink his teeth onto something- someone soft and fleshy. Humps it so hard that it shakes the bed and gets him a noise complaint the next morning.

Shaking those thoughts away, Yuta puts the plush back on the couch and follows after you. Thank goodness he had the foresight to wash it with scent repelling detergent. He’d be mortified if you found out.

It's raining and it's thundering this morning, so I was thinking, haha.

Imagine living in a cabin in the woods with werewolf Bakugou and the two of you cuddle on the furs of your nest one rainy morning. The smell of wet earth invading your nose and the rain pouring down in torrents outside, while daylight shyly streams in through the glass windows.

Right now, there's nothing in the world that makes you feel safer. The loud rumble of thunder doesn't scare you like in the past, not even with your sensitive hearing. Not now, not with your lover's arms wrapped around you, tracing the outline of your arms and bare back with his fingers, claws lightly grazing your skin. Your eyes are heavy again and you struggle more and more to keep them open, with your head on his chest, his heartbeat putting you to slumber.

"Sleep, my little one." he purrs, and it reverberates through your ear, voice rusky, but still soft. Only for you, no one else. And you finally give in.

You are safe, your mate is here.

Guys, I'm sorry that I'm a lil inactive here lately, I really appreciate all of you!

Angie ❤️

Reading this has made me rabid

Here's some notes on some of the upper body muscles so you, artist, don't need to look them up

They are not medically accurate, just enough for artists to know the necessary muscles and how they work together

I 100% recommend doing the last exercise I did to be able to actually place the muscles

Here are my notes on the lower body muscles

cw: hybrid bakugou, needles but medical, it’s a little horny if you squint

Big scary dog hybrid Bakugou that’s scared of going to the vet. It’s one big ordeal when the time comes around for his checkups. Owner Kirishima starts being extra nice, buying his favorite treats, cooking his favorites meals and Bakugou catches on immediately- refuses to be dragged out of the house on the treaded day.

An absolute nightmare to the doctors because he comes in with his ears already pinned back, all gum and teeth in terrifying snarls. And if any kind of needle is brought out he loses it, tears down doors or throws people out of doors. Someone has probably lost a finger, or put in a cast even. Poor Kiri is going broke from paying the collateral damage.

It seems like a never ending cycle of changing doctors (that are willing to face this hellhound) until Kirishima finally gets to your clinic. You have his file and Bakugou comes into the office all muzzled up, growls rumbling deeply and feral eyes locked on you, but you just smile kindly to both owner and hybrid, telling them to take a seat.

You pick up your clipboard. “So, says here that Bakugou is due for a rabies shot.”

Kiri nods, sweating. He can feel Bakugou shaking beside him. “Y-yeah he is. Is it okay for you to do this alone, doc? He really doesn’t like needles.”

“Of course! It’ll be quick, barely even a pinch-“

When you pick up a syringe, Bakugou’s eyes go wide in blind panicking rage, and the next moment you’re pinned down on a table with a loud bang. Face to face with a snarling hybrid that would’ve went for your throat if not for the muzzle on his face.

Kirishima nearly flew out of his chair to grab Bakugou’s arm, hastly trying to pry him off you, horrified. “I’m so sorry! Oh god! W-We can reschedule for when he calms down!! We’ll leave for today-“

But to both their surprise, you just laugh. A lighthearted, cheery sound despite the situation as you wave Kirishima off. “It’s alright, he just caught me off guard is all.” You then look at Bakugou who’s still glaring and baring his teeth, smiling up at him coyly. “All this over a little needle. I’m not gonna bite you, Bakugou. No need to be scared.”

His ears go flat, offend that you accused him of being scared even tho it’s true, and the moment the situation diffused for a few seconds gave him the chance to really look at you. The unbothered look on your face, your cheeky grin, your legs kicked uselessly on the bent of his arms, your body folded under him.

Slowly, still guarded, Bakugou moves away to let you sit up. “Thank you.” You breathe, patting your tussled hair back in place.

Kirishima is not sure what to make of this, holding on to Bakugou’s arm in case he flips again, but it does not feel like the same hybrid he had to wrestle out of his car to get here.

You give Bakugou his shot without any more commotion, only a scrunch of his nose and a low growl, done as quick as you had promised. The finishing touch was a bandaid with smiley faces on it, and you rub the side of Bakugou’s arm encouragingly, beaming. “Good boy~! It wasn’t so bad, was it? Don’t go giving your owner a hard time.”

He still huffs at you, in halfhearted defiance, but when your fingers brush over his fluffy pointy ear to scratch behind it, Bakugou melts into a slouch, tail wagging behind him as you praise him some more, more than docile.

Kiri, flabbergasted, can only assume he doesn’t have to circle through doctors anymore.

laying on reiner’s chest just sobbing as he fingers you so harddd :(( he’s pressing kisses to your forehead, muttering little “i know’s” to you in the most soothing voice. he thinks it’s so cute how youre searching for comfort in the person who’s disrupting it. your tears wet his shirt and your arms are pinned to your back by one of reiner’s beefy arms. he’s pressing you so hard against him, easing your squirming. his fingers constantly press at your cervix, reaching deeper than you ever could. the stretch hurts to bad but feels so good. your clit bumps against reiner’s hip. you can feel everything and nothing all at once, your mind going so hazy you can’t even see straight. you’re just sobbing n droolin alll over his chest, letting reiner do whatever he wants to you.

%% jean kirstein bf hcs !!

pt 2

contains: sfw and nsfw, implied fem!reader (no y/n), established relationship, soft jean teehee, jean’s horse cawk, nothing too graphic tbh

— who knew a fucking stallion will be the one who’s going to bring me back from the dead .

sfw

nsfw