#I’m also sleepy

[oleredacted]

Sleepy lad

Needs dad

[purplestrawberrywerewolf]

Y’all want a fake zukka texting story just cuz I’m bored?

[bottom-lexa]

I deserve to write smut and work on my AU’s. I don’t deserve to be stuck revising for dumb exams. This is transphobic.

[silvercaptain24]

im sleepy but my brain is full of thoughts so i cant sleep but im too sleepy for any of said thoughts to be coherent. anyways on an entirely unrelated note do you think wars' burn scars came from his first encounter with volga or a later one. im thinking about them in general because being lit on fire does not sound enjoyable

Oooohhhh-

That’s-

Oh angst time.

WHAT IF IT’S BOTH.

[deityofhearts]

feeling sad and sappy, thank you to all my lovely friends and mutuals and followers for always being so sweet 💖💖💖

[majikuriboh]

I’m at a party right now

[soupfather]

Erm, what the flip guys

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one morning you cling to satoru’s back and sleepily plead for him not to leave for work and he feels closer to killing the higher ups than ever before

[lunarcrown]

Ok so @redstonedust made THIS POST about it seeming like many people had a bedroom in scarland EXCEPT scar, which made me draw this lil thing of him just sleeping on a random scarland bench:

But it was lowkey so sad so aqua was like what if impulse found him while on a nightly round to check the evening announcement and saw scar and REFUSED to let him sleep on a bench anymore!!! And luckily enough, he’s got a brand new office right nearby with a big ol bed for all of them!! And who would Scar be to pass up Impulse cuddling to boot??

[sappy-detective]

my boys..

[pupkashi]

we all know gojo loves pda and will absolutely place sloppy and obnoxiously loud kisses all over your face in public,, but no one talks about how he absolutely will respect any and all boundaries you have </3

oh you don’t like kissing in public ? no problem ! he’s content and grinning ear to ear just holding your hand and having you close !!

he’ll stick to making you giggle and putting his hand softly on your lower back in crowds, whispering in your ear how pretty you look today, squeezing your hand when you tell him he looks handsome

you don’t want to cuddle during movie night because there’s guests over ? no worries, he’s sitting next to you with his thighs pressed against yours and he has your pinky’s looped together <3

the shared blanket, stolen glances and muffled giggles and enough for him to feel just as loved and warm as any other form of pda would

because as much as he loves pda and showing everyone you’re his, he loves you more and puts your boundaries and respecting you above everything else <33

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[pleuro]

self portrait (but it’s the sims)

simself by: @literalite

[catliker49]

Fancy tie! Hoho!

I did this doodle a week or so Ago I had just forgotten to post it, haha :O) Procreate is such a pain to use!! AH!!

[timethehobo]

Chilling and waiting for the new roadmap.

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou asks you to join him during one of his photoshoots for a pro hero campaign. he doesn’t understand the point of it, nor why he has to only be in his underwear, but he doesn’t mind it much when he gets to look over to your shy little face.

you’re propped up in a corner on an old couch, laptop perched in your lap, its glare bright despite the way you never really look at it. you’re supposed to be catching up on some work, but you’ve been distracted by the glorious sight that is the love of your life.

when he looks at you, do you duck down, eyes suddenly focused on your screen again. it only makes him smile a little, step away from the assistant of the photographer who comes up to him, calls out your name.

“Huh?” your head whips up with a quickness neither of you expect, goes to show just how invested you really were with your work. but Bakugou only grins at you now, jerking his chin over to you as he grabs the bottle of oil the assistant was trying to pour over him.

“C’mere and gimme a hand, won’t ya?” he asks you, boyish smile gracing his face as he tilts his head at you. immediately, your face warms as you put together the request that’s suddenly dropped in your lap. everyone in the studio looks at you, with both envious and excited gazes, and it only makes you shrink in on yourself.

“I hate you.” you mutter under your breath when you finally rise up from your place on the couch, which he somehow hears. but Bakugou only laughs at you, grabs you by the waist when you’re close enough to kiss you breathless in front of everybody, before he’s handing off the oil to you.

“Such an attention whore,” you whisper when you’re close, the air between the two of you thick. everyone tries to look away, give you guys a bit of privacy, but it’s hard when such a soft and amused look passes over the usually rough and hardened hero’s face.

“Only for your attention.” he grunts back to you, holding his arms out for you to start dripping the oil down his skin. it’s a sensual gesture, the softness between you two sliding into something more, something that you only ever reserve for the bedroom.

you tip the bottle over his shoulders until it drips down his chest, massaging it all in with your hands in crude, circular motions. you can see the way he bites his lip, ignore the way he looks at you down the bridge of his nose lest you two create a scene not meant for the public eye. you gather more oil, warm it between your palms, kneeling in front of him to help massage it into the defined muscles of his stomach.

you ignore the twitch in front of you, swallowing thickly, glancing up to Bakugou who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet. you mouth at him to behave, but he only grins, something feral.

“We only need it above the waistband.” the photographer suddenly calls out, snapping you back to attention. you stand on shaky knees, nodding with your eyes casted low, ashamed, that your freak of a man had you doing something so…so—

“Go wait in my dressing room, yeah?” Bakugou asks you, pulling you in close to peck at the corner of your mouth. “Gonna wrap this shit up.” he promises you, and you can only nod silently, mind going a mile a minute. but before you go, you remember to grab the oil. just in case.