#bakugou and dogs

[lysaisland]

better?

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You woke up in a still-dark room, with tangled legs and a cold nose. The window must still be open. You could hear your boyfriend’s soft breathing from behind you, each deep breath tickling the back of your neck.  The duvet must have slipped off during the night, your shoulder was freezing. You turned to switch shoulders, pulling the sheets up to your chin. The duvet crinkled as you moved into a comfortable position. Ahh, now this was better! You embraced the warmth. A low sigh. Your eyes drifted up to meet his face, barely making out his own open eyes in the blue dark.  “Aw sorry,” you whispered, “did I wake you?”  You felt an arm snake around your waist. He pulled you closer, burying his head into the crook of your neck. Warm, warm, warm was all that ran through your head.  “M’yes,” he mumbled into your ear. His voice was sleepy and a little hoarse, “y’not close enough.” You hummed in response. He turned to lay on his back, taking you with him. Chest to chest, breaths mingling, you let out a weak chuckle. Your arms found their place around his neck, as you laid your head on his shoulder. He still had a possessive arm around your waist. You heard the sheets rustle again as your boyfriend tugged them over the two of you. You pressed a firm kiss to his jaw. You could feel him tremble slightly at the gesture.  “Better?” “Better.”

➼ katsuki, touya & keigo

➼ atsumu, rintaro, hajime, tobio

➼ chuuya, ranpo

➼ ur faves <33

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[antiiqueness]

men that would bend you over a counter and fuck you from behind while holding your underwear in their mouth, panting with muffled mumbles about how naughty you’ve been, leaving their lips. littering bruises on your pretty skin in the shape of their fingertips, purposely marking your skin in places it can be seen.

gojo, geto, inumaki, TOMURA, bakugou, dabi, hawks, SANEMI, tengen, chuuya, DAZAI, NIKOLAI, TACHIHARA

[3wishesgenie]

Mean!Cowboy who you happen to meet one day at a bar with your friends.

Mean!Cowboy who buys you a drink while your already tipping out of your seat

Mean!Cowboy who looks at you crazy when you take his hat off his head and sit it on yours

Mean!Cowboy that you tell your friends whose taking you home for the night

Mean!Cowboy who smiles as he closes the door behind the two of you ready to give you the best ride of your life

[puppppppppy]

these two are so interesting to me

characters belong to @canisalbus

[sugarwarachan]

andy i am on my knees for a sero or aizawa bondage fic or a katsuki or izuku breeding kink

THANK U LUV U BESTIE 🫶🏼😘❤️

ANYTHING FOR YOU

(pls excuse the second breeding kink of the night high me is being hornayyyy)

katsuki + breeding - - im lowkey sweating and shrieking over this

18+

he doesn’t even realize how much badly he wants to knock you up until he sees that kid on patrol.

honestly, he doesn’t get it. some sniveling brat needed his help and held onto his hand - and now he’s cooking dinner and burning the fuckin’ meat because he can’t stop replaying a single thought:

he could have a brat of his own.

with you.

so when you enter the kitchen in his sweatshirt and those cute little boy shorts that cup your ass just right, what little control he has left evaporates.

“kats-” you squeak against his neck as he hauls you up onto the counter and settles your ankles over his shoulders. he cuts you off with a kiss.

“you look so cute like this baby.” pawing at the meat of your hips, he rubs his hands over your tummy and rucks up the sweatshirt to expose your tits. he rolls one nipple between his fingers and then sucks it in between his teeth. your hands tighten in his hair. “but i wanna help ya fill out this sweater more.”

you blink, and then smile at him widely. “is that what’s gotten into you?”

blushing fiercely, he shuts you up with another kiss. “yeah, that’s what’s gotten into me.” laying you back, he rests his weeping cockhead against your fluttering hole. “wanna fuck a kid into ya and make ya the prettiest mama in this fuckin’ town.” your pussy sucks him in like a vice. he falls forward and grunts against your neck, so deep in you he can see himself in your belly.

you can practically hear his smirk.

“ya gonna let me?”

[montesmithart]

Some of the chibi doodles I made for myself and others <3

[gojoidyll]

Boyfriends who get angry when you don't let them do stuff for you.

They give nastiest of glares and side eyes as you go about your day. Why didn't you let them get the door for you? They were already doing the dishes, they could of washed your dish too. For fuck's sake, let them help you put your coat on!!

They just about pull out their hair at how independent you are. It's so frustrating sometimes.

"Why won't you beat up that guy who was harassing your s/o???"

"Cause...," distant screams in the background, "they can handle themselves..."

Make no mistake, your boyfriend is definitely waiting for the day that you finally rely on him for a change.

Bakugou, Rin Okumura, Aza Chobe, Fushiguro, Kunikida, Chuuya, +your favs

[matteglaze]

Thinking abt Hybrid! Dabi, and a reader in need of a big scary dog

Hybrid! Dabi bites. That's the first thing you read on his plated-sign against the bars of the tiny cage he's placed in. After walking into this hybrid store, you made an immediate beeline away from all the cuter, softer hybrids. The ones with wagging tails, cute eyes, and friendly greetings and chirps. Those weren't the ones you needed. You need an intimidating hybrid.

Dabi bites. It's printed in big, bold red letters. Underneath that text, is basic information about his breed, age, health, and a brief summary of his behavior with his past owner. Underneath that, is his euthanation date.

'Has been roaming the streets for quite some time. Bit last owners hand so severely they were in need of medical attention. Aggressive.'

That's the summary of the sign, and you slowly avert your gaze from the sign to the hybrid inside of the cage. He's in his animal form, but his eyes speak volumes. It holds a certain type of understanding and knowledge that no ordinary animal can ever acquire. It's how you know the store isn't lying about him being a hybrid so that they'd be able to sell him for a higher price.

You take him in. Black, unruly fur, patches of it is missing— mostly near his torso, eyes, ears, mouth, and hands. A burn incident maybe?

You stare back at the sign.

He bites.

His last owner had to be sent to the doctor for immediate medical attention.

You turn your back around and keeping surveying all the pets.

You wouldn't go for such an aggressive hybrid. That tiny little text of his euthanization means nothing to you. You need a hybrid that will be able to protect you, not hurt you.

***

You end up going home with him, he's seated in the backseat of your car, muzzle strapped tightly to his maw as he sits quietly in the doggy cage provided.

When you're desperate, you rationalize, you do stupid things.

Or, when you have a heart, you do stupid things.

It was definitely that tiny text that made you take him in. That, and the burns.

That, and the slop the owners of the establishment were feeding him. If he's going to die, what's the point in feeding him properly? That must've been their reasoning.

When you finally reach home, and get to the point of taking off the muzzle, Dabi bites.

And he bites hard.

For the next few weeks, your hand is treated, and in another 2 weeks it's healed. There's a scar, similar to sharp canine teeth, that you think will never leave. You and him are similar in that regard, both with scars.

Dabi is agitated. Confused and agitated, or agitated because he's confused. You brought him back to your house, even after spending a long time staring at the clear warning sign on is cage. You brought him back, and you didn't even try to interact with him. Didn't try to put him through the same regime behaviour training that he had to go through in the past, and you didn't even send him back. He bit you, and you still treated him the same.

You ignore him most days, but you always leave a plate of cooked food by his door, accompanied by a glass of water or juice.

You are home often, you barley leave the house.

It makes him question, why you even brought him back in the first place.

Dabi is confused.

He finds out later that your ex is batshit, makes sense you'd want to stay safe inside. You're both closer than before, he thinks, but anything can be considered closer now that you aren't ignoring him. You talk to him about little things, or you just complain out loud. Your hands are never near him, and whenever he tries to move closer, your hands are always far.

He pretends it doesn't bother him, like how you pretend you aren't scared whenever his jaw opens.

For the next couple of months, Dabi finds himself trying to get on your good side. It's strange, he thinks, because usually it would be the other way around. Though, you have him treating you as if you were the frightened puppy.

(He can't help but think you'd make a good hybrid, and him a good owner. He wouldn't ignore you so blatantly as you had done to him)

"Hey." He calls, voice gruff and sore from the misuse. He can't remember the last time he even bothered speaking. He didn't have to use his words in most cases, but he finds that if he doesn't then the silence in the house can stretch on for long periods.

He doesn't like that.

And if Dabi doesn't like something, he's going to do something about it.

You don't seem surprised by his voice, instead offering a glass of your own water as you continue to stare at your phone screen, mindlessly texting your friends.

Dabi finds that you aren't the socially awkward type, and you would always go out with your friends when the time proved right. Though, that's changed after your ex.

Even though Dabi feels some resemblance of guilt, he can't help but to be happy you're always at home with him. That he bit you, and you'll forever have a scar. Proof that he exists, if he's ever to kick the bucket. And he's glad your ex was shitty.

It makes impressing you really easy (makes doing nice things for you less embarrassing, if he words it like that).

"Hey" he tries again. This time you nibblie on your bottom lip, putting you're home down and looking up with him. An empty glass clutched in his hands.

"Let's go for a walk"

It seems strange, he thinks, this sort of dynamic between the two of you. Sometimes, he likes to think about if your roles were reversed. If anything, you'd probably be a support dog. Though, he quite likes how things are right now.

unedited, like all my thoughts

right now i am in a hybird phase!! save me dog dabi

also, as an added thing, when you're finally comfortable enough to touch dabi (with quivering hands, and eyes that dart to his face every time you think he isn't looking) you decide to wash him. when you do, you're surprised to find that his hair is white, not black

he says it's dye, but you know he's been mistreated in the shelter

(you don't bring it up again after that, but you always make sure to keep him healthy)

dog hybrid dabi save me..... aaaaaaaaaaa

[woahjo]

the first time the high lord katsuki touches you, he drags his fingers lightly over your clothes. his palms slide against your shoulders, your waist, your hips, and your thighs. he's careful to not overstep, moving slowly over your body as if any sudden movement would shatter the illusion.

he'd asked you to come look at something on his desk. a book or some other thing, and you'd obliged because you appreciate the things he shares with you. but you had stood so close to him, so close that katsuki could smell you, that he could lean forward a little and put his face in your hair.

"tell me if you don't like it," he'd mumbled, his voice tense and gravelly. there was a bite to it, a nervous one that he'd struggled to conceal.

then, he'd moved his hands to touch your hips. lightly at first, then with a bit more urgency. you had not turned around to face him, instead content to let him touch you this way. almost like worship.

his hands now roam gingerly over your clothing, catching momentarily on the heavy fabric before letting it fall again. he spends a lot of time simply feeling your shape, greedy hands that tremble with his desire to take you. katsuki touches you because you let him, because you want him to.

katsuki doesn't fuck you today, but he does other things. he lets his hand slip to your inner thigh and you part your legs with a small step to the side. neither of you speaks a word and the room is so silent save for your breathing that you could hear a pin drop. kirishima is outside of the door, but he won't enter unless he's called. the silence and secret of this wraps you both in a film you can't seem to break free from.

slowly, he pulls your dress up to run his fingers along the inside of your thigh, raising goosebumps along your skin and causing you to shutter and lean back against him. he sighs a little, leaning forward so that his breath hits the shell of your ear. then, he places a small kiss on your exposed part of your shoulder where it meets your neck.

then, his fingers dip to cup your cunt, pressing lightly until he finds the spot that makes you gasp and lean forward, bracing yourself with both hands on the table. his thick finger rubs circles into your slit, pulling aside your underwear to collect your wetness on his fingers before pressing it again to that sensitive bud.

you sigh, letting your head fall forward and katsuki steps closer to you, close enough that you can feel his hardness against your ass. he groans when he realizes the extent of your wetness, no doubt thinking about how long you've been like this, how long he's let you go unsatisfied and neglected.

katsuki doesn't make an effort to enter you, nor does he move his fingers from your clit. he just rubs circles into it, finding a pattern that makes you tremble and sticking with it. you sigh softly as he touches you, your skirt hiked up over his wrist and legs spread ever so slightly to give him room to pleasure you. choked moans and whines threaten to escape your lips and you can feel katsuki's face and breath beside your head, his eyes fixed on you as he watches your expression twist into one of mounting pleasure.

his hand comes up to brace your hip when you get close, pulling your body against him so that his hard cock is flush against you. it's a possessive movement and the roughest he's ever been with you, harshly jostling your body against his as if to have you close when you reach your peak.

you're leaning forward, fingers digging into the fine wood of his desk, as he repeatedly rubs at your clit, occasionally dipping to your entrance to collect your slick. you'd love for him to put them in you, to curl his thick fingers inside of your body until you cum, but this seems to be all he allows himself to do, as if he's holding himself back from ultimate pleasure.

what he does do for you is certainly enough, though. soon, he's crowding your body, his figure hunched over yours as you twitch and writhe against him. he keeps his fingers firmly rubbing at your clit, soft circles that grow more intentional with each twitch of your hips against him. then, you tense up and sigh deeply, then tension in your body fleeing as you cum hard against his hand and rut your hips into his fingers.

katsuki watches and groans softly as you finish, still moving his fingers and breathing heavily in your ear until you collapse forward against the desk with overstimulation. your legs tremble and squeeze his hand between your thighs and your breath comes heavily and quickly. he breathes like this too, as if he's just exerted some great physical force, and you can still feel his cock twitching against you in his pants as the fingers on his free hand dig harshly into your hips.

katsuki doesn't move his hand until you've stopped your twitching, content to leg you squeeze it between two plush thighs. then, he removes it, briefly holding your skirt up and peering around you to see the supple flesh of your leg, before letting it drop. you exhale a breath you hadn't realized you were holding and katsuki lingers behind you for a moment before letting his head fall forward to rest against your shoulder.

neither of you says anything about the reality of what you've just done. it's a great crime. one that is not easily undone should anyone find out about it. the two of you sit in silence as it settles over you.

[kacchanthebride]

[bruciemilf]

Something about Izuku calling Bakugou his man. Throws up and dies for one thousand years!!!

They don’t have pet names for one another, not really. Kacchan was so deeply rooted into Bakugou’s identity he adopted it as second name. It doesnt fluster him anymore.

He doesn’t call Izuku anything but Deku, - now for the irony of it. His heartbeat gets excited when Izuku says he likes it, — but he’d like to. He was gonna make this dating stuff his bitch.

Izuku takes to calling him sweetheart, thought. It’s also for the irony.

(“No,” Izuku would deny later, convicted and clear, “it’s because you have a sweet heart, and I won’t let it get hurt again.”)

But that’s it. Or so he thought.

It wasn’t until Izuku called him that.

“My man bought me this All Might keychain the other day! Isn’t it so cute?” “My man could do that with his eyes shut and a broken arm.” “If I die, my man’s gonna kill me.”

It’s like a dog whistle. Bakugou would simply fall to his knees and the Bakusquad give one another looks of understanding.

Does Bakugou also purposefully gets himself in potential danger just to hear Izuku’s voice deepen with possessiveness, protectively hold him to his body, shielding him from the threat?

“Get your hands off my man.”

Maybe so.

[antiiqueness]

sugar daddies who buy them and their babies matching red bottoms.

laying on his pristine black leather couch scrolling on your phone with your legs hoisted up on his lap, his pretty hands massaging your feet, you make a comment of how cute you think couples who match shoes are, and he goes all out with it. humming a little with a nod of agreement before immediately going to safari and looking up christian louboutin and purchasing the both of you a pair. letting out a small chuckle when you make a follow up comment on how you two should get matching converse. “sure sweetheart.”

seeing the way a cute little smile plasters itself on your face when he says he got the two of you a matching present days later, sitting you down atop the lavish dining room table and telling you to close your eyes as he gets the box, allowing you to open your eyes once he opens the box and grabs the first heel out, kneeling down and grabbing your foot between his long fingers gently placing the shoe on your pretty foot.

kissing up your legs as he puts the second heel on your other foot, commenting about how gorgeous you make them look, and about how cute the two of you are going to be wearing your matching shoes.

GOJO, geto, TOMURA, DABI, bakugou, HAWKS, CHUUYA, FYODOR, pm dazai, mori, tachihara, giyuu

[dokjas-lostselfpreservation]

"wow!! my favorite character is very complex!!" i said with joy.

i was then shot 57 times.

[puppyaulait]

Flower shop x tattoo shop (and the little emo gang)

[eggsdrawings]

barking buddies 🐾

[with-my-calamitous-love]

REASONS NOT TO END IT ALL:

1) all the unreleased songs from your favourite artist

2) all the dogs and cats waiting to be loved by you

3) GOTTA OUTLIVE THE HATERS

4) THE HATERS GONNA BE HAPPY IF YOU DIE

5) potatoes. boil them, mash them, fry them up till golden and crispy

6) we got 2 more fnaf movies to go

7) dr. pepper

8) you have so many hugs left to give and get

9) you might eat your favourite meal tomorrow

10) keep telling yourself “not today.” one day you won’t have to.

please, REBLOG + ADD MORE REASONS!