Hes So Nice To Him

i saw this one guy who inspired me

i wanna make an actual like tumblr blog for my various ocs but i dont want them to think im copying them..

fancy deku idk who this is i just know its danganronpa

SPOT THE DIFFERENCE LEVEL 600000000 IMPOSSIBLE 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

QUOTE OF THE WEEK RAHHH

"Hugely disappointed to learn what a baby changing station actually is. I thought I was getting a new one." -@pukicho

why is pukicho so funny idk they just are

hod dog

beauty. pure beauty.

harry potter au? izuku and katsuki through the years …

who tf u callin a toe

BABIESSSs

Tired

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uhm i might be obsessed

bakugo fanfics are littered all over my tumblr tl im literally in a community that centers around him (hi) my first c.ai bot was a bakugo bot (naturally)

i have a blanket with bakugo on it yeah uhm im definitely obsessed. anyways have these arts of bakugo i found out there (idk who the artists are but credits to them)

hi you found me <3

mmm baku fluff to feed me

you don’t even get a chance to put your bag down before bakugo is yanking you into his arms, grumbling something about how damn long you kept him waiting.

“katsuki—”

“shut up,” he mumbles, already burying his face into your shoulder. “just lemme have this.”

you sigh, but it’s hard to be exasperated when he’s clinging to you like this—arms tight around your waist, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt like you might disappear if he lets go.

“you’re so needy,” you tease, running your fingers through his hair.

he grunts. “so what?”

you laugh softly. “so nothing. it’s cute.”

his grip tightens. “ain’t cute.”

you can feel how warm his face gets, even if he’s trying to hide it against your neck. his breath is warm, sending a little shiver down your spine when he mutters, “kiss me.”

you smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.

he tenses. then pulls back just enough to glare at you. “babe. a real one.”

before you can even think about teasing him again, he’s already moving—cupping your face, leaning in, kissing you slow and deep like he’s making up for lost time.

when he finally pulls away, he stays close, forehead resting against yours. “missed you,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper.

your heart melts. “i was only gone for a few hours.”

“too long.” he huffs, dragging you toward the couch. “now shut up and cuddle me.”