#if you cant be nice scroll on by

[anastacialy]

please dont put violent racists like timidsketch or anyone who equates someone not looking like them to the horrors of genocide (???????? wtf is wrong with that person) on my dashboard

alright, i'm gonna walk you through this real quick, much like i had to clarify for timidsketch. i'd love to just ignore this ask, since this feels a bit like sealioning (trying to start an argument knowing it'll make others look bad) but instead, i'll give you the benefit of the doubt. firstly, timidsketch is not racist, nor are they 'violent,' they simply misunderstood part of a poem. much like you misunderstood her reaction to said poem. not everyone is great at literary analysis. or reading comprehension. this is the piss on the poor website.

timidsketch, in her reaction to said poem, expressed that the genocide in gaza is horrific. and that gaining weight should not be seen as AN EQUIVALENT HORROR to genocide. because it isn't. this, the both of you clearly agree on. however, that was simply the part of the poem that was misunderstood. the poem wasn't saying that it was equivalent. the poem was highlighting that as a contrast, that there is so much more going on in the world than something so simple as the author's weight gain.

genocide (big, awful, horrible) VS. laundry to do (small, easy, a slight inconvenience at worst). simple as that.

you, anon, in your accusations, have also simply misread the post.

#timidsketch is a good person + i love her blog. one scroll through her blog will show you that timidsketch is simply #anti-fatphobia. dig deeper and you'll see she understands that fatphobia is also a tool of racism! intersectionality. wow. #the issue here is just that she reacted to part of a poem that seemed to be fatphobic. that's literally it. #i reblogged it to clarify for her that wasn't the poem's intent. #and you also seem to have GROSSLY misread what she was saying! ironic that your reading comprehension was actually worse than hers! #i'm sorry anon i'm really trying to be nice but this is a very frustrating ask to have gotten #everyone here agrees that genocide is horrific #my only remaining question is whether you (anon) care about fatphobia since you had pretty much no idea what timidsketch was trying to say? #which. no offense my friend but if you don't have any idea about anti-fatphobia have you like ever read a post of mine before? #anyway. i cant stop you from extrapolating an opinion about this situation but my god. please. re-read things once or twice before reacting #asks #anonymous

[nooks-cranny-mogai]

Here's Clover's advice for the day: block for any reason.

Break your DNI? Block

Make you even a little uncomfortable? Block

You disagree on something that, maybe your generally ok with disagreers, but they seem extreme or it comes up often? Block

Seem annoying? Block

Claims to be supportive/unsupportive of something but suspicious/reblogs dog whistles n shit? Block

Constantly dming you and you didn't sign up for that? Block

Doesn't respect your boundaries? Block

Not blank blog but has no views or anyway to tell if they break your DNI? Block

Mutuals with someone who breaks your DNI? Block

Constantly passive aggressive to others they dislike, even if it's not towards you? Block

Overly aggressive/violent towards those who are on both your dnis? Block

Immature to a degree that's just silently pissing you off? Block

Lies to you, even if it's innocuous? Block

Neutral on an issue that either has no moral neutral stance/shows compliance with serious issues/you feel strongly about it? Block

Have an extreme view of something you agree with but they support aspects you don't? Block

Seem chronically online and your not with that hyper vigilant crap? Block

Not getting your social signals that one or two dms/asks is not a contract for 6 to 10 to 50 a day? Block

They seem fine but their vibes are atrocious? Block

Wether you've been friends/mutuals for 6 days, 6 months or 6 years, you don't owe someone your space and content. Your blog is your space, you make it what it is, you decide what's on it. DNI violation and personal harassment is not the only valid reason to block someone. If you find yourself waiting and searching for a reason to block someone, just waiting for them to slip up again, just block them and be done with it. One small reason is reason enough. One suspicion is reason enough.

I've blocked people for supporting the same shit I have but being annoying or performative about it. I've blocked people cause I found one word on their whole blog thats only used by proshippers. I've blocked people for being part of a fandom I know is toxic and them showing signs of being on the toxic side. Any small reason is enough and you don't owe that person "the chance to change/prove themselves". Not on the Internet. This isnt a parent or long time irl friend, this could be a person you dm daily or a person who liked a single one of your posts.

I'm tired of the social expectation that I should have at least 3 reasons to be able to block someone or a clear violation of boundaries. If you have bad vibes, I don't have to let you prove yourself or interact with me or my content. Yeah, it's nice to have the reasons but you don't have to have them. This applies to even irl interactions. So much weird shit I've been argued with about on places like tiktok or twitter have been benefited from me just saying, quoting a popular post from here " your either not having this convo in good faith or your world view is so warped from reality that there are days worth of things you'd have to unlearn for us to understand each other. This is pointless so it is here we must part" and a swift block in the ass.

Yeah, socially it's nice to keep contact with that one ex-coworker who never seemed to understand you two aren't friends, just acquaintances but the reality is there is no actual reason to keep that contact. That doesn't excuse yelling at them or insulting them or anything but they aren't entitled to your time and attention. Your not friends, slowly but gracefully, cut them off. Online people are not any different. I don't owe you conversation or attention or anything other than basic human respect. I also owe myself respect and if your constantly disrespecting me, even if unintentionally, I have the right to enact the consequences and block.

Idk why this is so controversial? Is it the 'tism??

#clover speaks #clover rants #i never understood the issue with just blocking #i dont owe anyone the 10 minutes it takes to search someones blog for shit #like if ur suspect i have every right to block #if i see one post im not scrolling for counter eveidence this aint court #im auto blocking #and guess what? i never lost sleep over people i quote unquote blocked for no reason #btw this isnt a vague #the points are ones ive seen but not with anyone i currently interact with #old quote unquote friends and acquaintances #i try to be understanding if theres potentially mental delay involved its always nice to be nice bu5 #at some point you have a right to exist without any person in your personal life #its this cool thing called personal space and everyones entiteld to it #i dont have to correct everyone i come across whose a bigot and i dont have to concede to community standards because social shit #i ran into someone who said inmates dont derserve medical help and guess what? #the 140 characters tiktok lets you have cant unpack all thats wrogn with that statement #so i just said their morality issues are not the problems of others and everyone deserves healthcare and moved on #Sometimes that person just wants to piss you off and no matter your quote unquote progressive activist status #you dont have a moral obligation to fix people #theres no way to fix everyone and many people here are not academically qualified to talk on the issues they do #many of us are not actually activists. most of us just reblog shit and thats supposedly activism #which it isnt and neither really is the weird statement that existing as a trans/gay/etc person is activism #which has some merit but the reality is that it applies a philosophy to all trans people that simply isnt teue #there are plenty of anti-trans trans people and its a weird cop op used by alot of us as to why you dont volunteer or donate any money #all lip service and reblogs with emotionally charged tags over issues you dont face 🤬 #imma stop im old man ranting but still oml

[meanieinspace]

... soo what The Elder Scrolls Online is telling me here that Vivec is a repressor

who, terrified by her vulnerability, constructed a hypermasculine, hyperviolent persona in pursuit of the false promise of royalty, power and invulnerability that she believed she could attain if she could take the place of her victimizer, the literal prince of rape and domination, and in that pursuit of power betrayed the only true friend she ever had

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#im half joking abt the repressor part but you really cant understate the utilization of gender in this context #plus it would be nice if a woman could have a more nuanced revenge story than usual its just more interesting if vivec is a woman #the elder scrolls

[firebuug]

checked my bank account 8262848585 dead 15 injured

#WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE 3 DOLLARS. #ITS THE FUCKING SUBSCRIPTIONSSS BUT I NEED A SUBSCRIPTION TO KEEO MT ART FILES BACKED UP AND A MUSIC SUBSCRIPTION OR ILL KILL MYSELF #im going to go insane. and the gas money. and the food. and the pair of earrings and trinkets i got from ren fair because if i #came home with nothing for my last ren fair and my friends came home with a lot of stuff id kill myself of jealousy. #BEING ILL ISRUINING MY LIIIDE #how am i going to survive in the real world if i cant make 40 dollars last a WEEK #my friends need to stopctaking me places im so broke but i cant say no bc if i dont hang out with my friends when they go out i will end it. #GEAHHHHHHHHHH #WOLRD PLEASE BE NICE TO ME PLEAAASEEEE IM UNEMPLOYED AND IM SO SO TIRED AND BUSY ALL THE TIME #i need to start my commissions this week but literally every time i have free time im too tired and use it to lie down and scroll or i get #fixated on literally anything else i need to STOPPPP I NEED DISCIPLINE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #yelling into the void complete. i wil lgo on to change nothing about this becaude i have no discipline #vent #txt #delete later

[rox-of-iu]

book depository closing down. no nice things allowed.

#i cannot express enough just how much this upsets me #that was the only way for me to get books at affordable price thanks to the free shipping #because the prices here on overseas and indie books are pretty jacked up and the shipping from other websites is also very painful #so no winning #and we're not even mentioning that some books you just cant get here anyway #man im so sad actually heartbroken #they also delivered super fast the catalogue is expansive and the website overall was nice #man im glad i had the chance to pre-order my s/vsss special edition because without book depository i wouldnt had the chance at all #again. no way to get it here and the shipping from other website would make it very unreasonable monetary decision #with how our currency is holding up against others #oh well #guess ill just order t/housand autumns while i still have the chance :( #and light a candle for it #also fpr context i briefly looked why theyre closing and apparently they were bought by amazon in 2011 and now they are making cuts #so bd took the hit #edit. scrolled through the bd tag and seeing other non US/UK ppl heartbroken over it really hits o(-( #saying theyll order a lot now because they most likely wont order books online after that because the shipping just is so much pain #and yea that really do be it huh. man... #like ok i know theres maybe some other website out there that could work out well enough #but this was THE place #good prices and guarantee of quality with how big and long standing it was

[genderascendant]

I get where yall are coming from, but you have GOT to stop calling out and making fun of ace people who act cringe on your posts. I dont mean about genuinely harmful sex negativity and shaming, i mean about cringey “this seems acephobic” on innocuous posts and jokes. I know we sound insane, but if you weren’t 1) ace and 2) there for the ace discourse days of ~2016-18, you cannot actually imagine what it was like. There’s a reason we get up at arms about stupid jokes. Our ears are hyper attuned to the dogwhistles—over-attuned, sure, but like. Idk making fun of people for that is always gonna leave a bad taste in my mouth. At the very least hide the url of the person you make fun of.

#mine #aphobia #i know this sounds stupid and over sensitive. whatever #you genuinely cannot imagine what it was like #and also to quote that one tweet. why do i have to be less sensitive! why cant you just be nice! #keep scrolling or block and move on like. cmon #would it kill you not to make fun of someone being cringe. i thought cringe was dead

[lottieurl]

i need to spend less time on this site [starts scrolling]

#cant stop. i need another tumblr hiatus like. a fucking rebab #but also its just cause im SO nice and i wont just reblog 10 clexa gifsets in a row and fuck off #i will give you guys some TEXT POSTS bc i Care #ok truth is i like to scroll down my own blog and it bothers me when there's no text posts in between photos and gifsets #but still

[its--ali]

Hmmmmm FUCK the people who leaked the totk art book and god knows what else bc I'm not fucking looking at it no thank you SIR

#this is why we cant have nice things #zelda #tears of the kingdom #was notified of it yesterday by a video kind enlugh not to discuss or go into details #but was scrolling yt just now and the thumbnail of the short that i saw #if that was actually a spoiler im pissed #regadless im pissed #i wasnt even scrolling through shorts on my phone #i was on the yt app on my smart tv and it was just a line of random shorts so all you saw were still thumbnails #so thank god for that #man may 12th cannot get here fast enough

[vorejuiceguzzler]

i <3 blocking tags

#its so nice to not have to scroll sooo fucking fast just to get past a trillion posts by someone who does like whatever it is #one piece especially with the netflix show(?) that came out for it #ik its very popular and people love it so much and i bet the story is really good #however. i cant look at them. the art style is So Not For Me and ive been seeing it for so long before this and its never once clicked #simply not for me :3 if u like it good for you !! #im just glad i dont have to scroll forever to get past lore and headcanons and art for something ik ill never watch

[hbsickle]

((o(;△;)o))

#when you commented something with vaguely upset undertones and spend an hour scrolling through your likes 3 day later to delete it #bc what if they take it badly?? what if i make them feel SAD? #I'm gonna cry i can't find it omhygod #it wasnt even that bad it just wasnt as nice as it couldve been i cant do this

[straawberries]

ahahaha. really scared right now this is serious 👍👍👍

I HAVE LESS THAN 3 MONTHS LEFT UNTIL IM KICKED OUT AND DONATIONS ARE AT THEIR ALL TIME LOW WHEN I NEED THEM THE MOST

i am less than halfway towards my goal of 2000 dollars to survive moving out, and at the moment, if current trends hold up, im.. probably not gonna make that amount. i dont know what will happen to me if im not able to safely move out, im a visibly trans autistic person living in texas.

for the love of god, please, if you can, donate anything, and if you can send this to like.. rich friends, or friends with nice jobs, or friends with money they dont need, because i could seriously use some help

im appreciating all the encouraging words ive been getting but.. while kind, words will only get me so far. i dont exactly have options for places to live, so the only place i can go if i dont manage to get enough to move out is on the streets.

i get seeing these posts a lot is annoying, i get doing something about it is annoying, i get clicking on a link and sending money is more than you wanted to do while scrolling tumblr, but if everyone who saw this post and had the ability sent me money, i might make it. things are looking bleak, and im looking everywhere i can for sources of income, but at my current pace.. im donezo without a miracle, i think.

C*SH*PP - @delilahswagga

P*YP*L - @delilahkill

i guess ill do the whole thing again

hi! im delilah, im a plural autistic trans girl in an abusive household in a shitty town in texas. ive been incapable of getting a job because no businesses are trans-friendly and i cant exactly pass as cis, i rarely have enough food in the house, and to top it all off, on june 1 2024 (my birthday, in less than 3 months) i am going to be kicked out onto the streets regardless of what i do. i have no options for places to live, i have no options for actual income, so i have to resort to begging on the internet. i know its annoying but.. i really dont know what else i can do that i havent already tried.

i promise to you, if your money goes to me and helps me survive, it wont be a waste. i have so many dreams that i am desperate to fulfill, im in a large polycule (the above banner is my polycule's "logo"/"flag") with people i love and people that love me dearly, and one day i want to live with as many of my partners as i can, and open a bakery with my boyfriend finn. i try to be the best person i can be, i try to help my friends when they need it (and plenty of my friends have told me ive saved their lives or made their lives much better) and. i just want to live. i dont know how to continue this without just sounding like im guilt tripping, so ill sign off here.

please dont scroll past this. share it if you can, copy the link and post it among you friends just to see if they can help, anything, for the love of god.

#plural #autistic #trans #transgender #trans woman #t4t #polyamorous #polyam #actually autistic

[salsa-di-pomodoro]

Whoo boy i finally figured out what about submas angst hurts me so much, even when it's not meant to be angst. As i suspected it is an inner problem of mine mixed with the lack of closure. What the fuck happened to make me so sad over characters who are alone. I know exactly what happened actually but nvm that.

#personal #yeah im not putting this in the tag #idk man it just feels so trivial in retrospect that it seems hard to believe it fucked me up this bad #and yet here i am #i found a pattern in my blorbos and the one thing they have in common is theyre alone and lack closure. #i guess the one thing that protected me with the others is that we as the players/audience had closure before the characters #in this case we know fuck all about what's going to happen and the hope is destroying me. give me an answer gamefreak it can be an answer i #don't like but i can grieve about that. i just need an answer #i cant grieve for something that hasnt happened and the hope that it might not is getting too heavy #im supposed to be over my period induced moodswings and yet here i am. reading a single sentence that upsets me #that isnt even framed as angst #basically first thing in the morning #and fucking crying over it for like half an hour #i need to fix myself. how the fuck do i do this #uhh anyway if any of my mutuals or ppl i know see this. howdy. dw about me i am experiencing some of the horrors #but i know they cannot truly hurt me permanently and that i will be fine. just having a healthy dose of dramatics <3 #so you dont like need to do anything about it. like a nice word of support would be cool but my feelings r not ur responsibility #so you dont need to worry you can also just scroll past :)

[strafepanzer]

shoot your shot

k.bakugo | collab intro + m.list

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! prohero!bakugo, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, alcohol, dubcon if you really squint

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: idk dude sorry

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: hbd king! make sure to check out the other writers on the m.list and enjoy!!!

Among the thousands of replies, your pfp caught his eye.

anyone will do, huh?

Bakugo reads over the words a few times. Sure, his alcohol-induced thirst trap selfie was… out of character, but this from you?

Surely, it's an impossibility. He rubs his eyes and falls back into the black, plush leather of his couch, clicking your profile and scrolling through it. You're the quiet girl with the nice tits from insurance, the only person at the agency that he has anything remotely akin to a crush on.

You were there tonight in electric orange and black, stuffed into a booth with the other agency girls; your group sporadically sent him drinks-- those damn daiquiris-- and judging from the laughter pouring out of your booth, you all enjoyed watching him down them.

The one and only Dynamight downing bitch drinks? Hilarious, apparently.

The night got hazy, but he vaguely remembers getting you one-on-one at some point, remembers flashes of your smile, runs of your laughter, and your birthstone pendant hanging on a gold chain just below your collar bone.

Your delicate fingers on his forearm.

His teeth grind together, nostrils flaring as he reads over your words again, fingers flexing before he gropes his bulge. Your voice, seemingly teasing, rings through his brain melodically, but no matter how hard he closes his eyes, he can't remember the interaction.

What did you two talk about? Were you flirting with him? Fuck, did he miss his chance? If he concentrates, he can see the shimmer of your lipgloss reflecting the neon lights in that shitty bar, but everything else is radio silence.

A ding, then a notification flags across the top of his screen: 1 Photo Attached. He taps it and bites his bottom lip.

You're smiling at the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign in front of expensive looking double doors. Familliar double doors. He recognises the gold embellishments and black glass tinted so dark, its impossible to see through from the outside.

A selfie in front of his apartment building.

Another sound and,

Typing…

Typing…

Typing…

Appears in the chat. He feels stupid just waiting, but if you're really coming onto him, he needs to not scare you away.

gonna buzz me up, mr hero?

He's on his feet at an almost embarrassing speed, unlocking the front door and sending you his floor and room number in the chat.

Then, he paces, pours himself a glass of water, and waits.

Your knock is faint, and he wonders if you've sobered up some, briefly hesitating at the doorknob. He looks through his spyhole and sees you looking this way and that, shifting nervously and fiddling with your hair.

He tugs the door open and leans against it, eyes staring you down. You blink and take a short breath, eyes scanning his naked torso, briefs, muscular thighs--

He clears his throat. "You look nervous."

Your eyes on his leave him a little starstruck. Sure, youre pretty to admire from afar, but up close? He's stupid for getting wasted and forgetting what he said to you.

"Liquid courage has thoroughly worn off." You agree with a nod and a nervous yet dazzling smile.

Fuck, he's so done for.

"Just to be clear, you hit me up." Bakugo says, opening the door and giving you space to enter. "I'm not holding you here against your will."

"What? No, yeah, I totally take the blame on this, one million percent." You agree, stepping into his apartment. He watches your ass in that tight dress as you walk past him, savours the scent of your perfumed skin while you're in his vicinity. "I just thought-- oh my gods," you turn to face him, embarrassed. "This is ridiculous, isn't it? I thought you were like... sending me signals at the bar."

He probably was, but he cant fucking remember.

He gestures for you to follow him into the living room. "I was wasted."

"You grabbed my ass and called me sexy." You laugh, kicking off your heels before stepping onto his carpet.

"Fat fuckin chance, sugar tits." He grumbles, embarrassed by his drunken antics, but then you're grabbing his hand and tugging him back half a step. Before he can even gasp, your lips are on his, your hands pulling him down to you, your tongue running along his lips.

"Yeah, you called me that, too." You breathe, nose to nose as you stare into his eyes.

His hands finally find your waist. "I didn't think you'd be this forward."

"This is how forward you were with me at the bar." You frown then, head tilting to the side. "You honestly don't remember? Now I feel like a predator."

He laughs, then, something full bodied and joyous. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're the prey here."

All logical thinking flies out the window the moment his lips meet yours again. Your bag drops to the floor as he devours you, hands bunching up that little orange dress at your waist and lifting you to wrap your legs over his hips.

You moan when he grinds his length up against you. "Oh my god, are we doing this?" You ask, his mouth assaulting your neck, littering it with kisses and nips as he walks you to his bedroom.

"It's my birthday," he rasps, revelling in the taste of you, the feel of you. It's one thing coveting something, but it's another to finally have it in your hands.

"Happy Birthday, Katsuki." You kiss him on the top of his head, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck.

"Being cute isn't gonna make me go any easier on you." He promises, dropping you onto his bed. You just laugh and pull your dress over your head, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"I came prepared to go down on you, but this kinda feels like you want a little more from me." You admit as he tugs off his briefs and covers you with his body.

"What gave you that idea?" He grins, palming your tits and dragging those battle worn hands down your soft torso to rest at your hips. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"What? Yes." You breathe, reaching down to ghost your fingers over his throbbing cock. He hisses before you grip it properly, with purpose, and begin pumping him slowly with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Fuck," he curses softly, making light work of your panties and kissing you, bucking instinctually up into your hands. "I need to be inside you," he demands huskily, biting down on your lip and looking into your eyes for permission.

"Y-yeah, I want it," you nod feverishly as his fingers test your wet heat, rubbing and probing before sliding in.

"Shit," he huffs as you throw your head back, his fingers exploring you and stretching you out. "Fuck, I can't wait, are you good to go?"

"Stop talking and fuck me, Katsuki," you moan, laying there with your chest heaving and lipstick smudged.

His hands grope your thighs, pushing them up and opening yourself to him. With a curse at the tip of his tongue and his teeth in his bottom lip, he lines himself up and pushes forward.

"Oh--" you moan, before your hand slaps over your mouth.

Bakugo let's you silence yourself while he adjusts to the toe tingling feeling of being inside you. It's heavenly, but it feels like sinning. He pulls back a little before pushing forward, notices your free hand fisting his scarlet sheets beside your head.

After a few more testing thrusts and he stills inside you, his body covers yours, those big, calloused hands drawing up your forearms to interlock your fingers beside your head.

"I wanna hear you cry while I ruin you, pretty girl. You okay with that?" He asks lowly, voice almost a growl.

"Fuck, oh fuck, Katsuki it's so big," you babble, bordering incoherent already.

A feral grin grows on his face. He's gonna fuck you stupid.

"It's okay, baby, you can take it, I know you can," he mumbles condescendingly, kissing your nose gently, then your lips. "As a present, for my birthday."

He can't wait any longer, hips rocking into you, shallowly grinding, searching for that spot deep inside you that makes you moan. You're already gasping, eyes watering as your mouth hangs open, fingers flexing in his grip as your chest starts to heave.

You really are gorgeous like this, panting and wanton beneath him. Ideally, he'd make you cum a few times before he does, but he's been half mast all fucking week, and he really can't wait to fill you up.

"Sorry, baby, I can't hold back anymore." He kisses you deeply, before letting go of your hands and pushing your legs up, hands gripping the backs of your knees, then bruising at your thighs.

He licks his lips, pulls out, and hammers back in. You yelp, but he does it again, setting a pace that wouldn't be sustainable for your average man. It boosts his ego that he's gonna ruin other people for you, but the little breathy ohmygodkatsukifuck that leaves your lips while you scratch at his back is probably going to ruin other women for him.

Shit, your smell, the way you taste and feel-- you're sucking him back in when he tries to pull out, pussy hellbent on milking him before he's done with you. He kisses you while he fucks you, sloppy and messy and wet, and in moments you're a howling mess.

He swallows your cries as your whole body tenses, but he doesn't let himself cum with you, fucking you through it instead.

"Nonononononono..." you mutter, fingernails digging into his traps as you shake your head, pushing him away. "Stop stop, I'm gonna--"

Bakugo's heart flutters, grin feral. "Gonna what? Gonna what?" He grits, continuing to fuck you.

"Gonna-- hnghh!" You tense again, and as he fucks back into you, hot, wet squirt splashes against his groin, dripping all over the both of you and darkening those scarlet sheets maroon.

"Oh shit," he breathes, the feeling of it, the sight of you, the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours sending him over the edge as he fucks his cum into you, filling you up.

You're still mumbling incoherent nonsense when he collapses on top of you, your hands over your face in what he comes to realise is mortification.

"I'm s'sorry, oh my god, what was that? I'm so embarrassed, I--"

"Hey hey hey, are you crying?" He frowns prying your fingers from your face.

"I wet the bed in front of you!" You almost shriek, but he's just glad you're not crying. "Not just any guy, but you!"

"Yeah, and it was the hottest thing ever." He grins, feeling calm for the first time in a long time. "Fuck, I don't even care how the PR team are gonna react; getting you to squirt on me makes it worth it. I'm guessing you don't do that often?"

"Often? I never do that."

"Baby, that was hot as hell." He kisses you, then rolls over, bringing you with him.

"Happy Birthday, I guess?" You smile then, resting on his chest, drawing a finger over one of his more jaggered scars. "You don't remember what you said to me at the bar, do you?"

"I remember your tits?" He shrugs, still riding that post-orgasmic high. You laugh, and when you don't elaborate, he taps your chin so you look up at him. "What did I say?"

You start getting a little shy again. "You asked me on a date, said you were gonna take me somewhere, anywhere I want."

"I did, did I?"

"Mm, then you kissed me and claimed it was your birthday present from me."

"Fuck off," he chuckles then, embarrassed. "What a loser."

"Then I saw your... proposition online..." You mumble, eyes back on that scar.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm deleting that post, but my offer to you still stands."

"Even though you don't remember making it?"

"Baby, I just filled you with my cum, and I'm feeling like I'd like to do it again real fuckin soon. And maybe even again after that." He pulls you closer, so you're straddling him properly, your lips hovering over his. "If you'll let me."

"I don't know if that's your twisted way of asking me out or if you're looking for a fuck buddy." You pout.

"You wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked, slightly shocked at the thought. Shocked, but not against it.

"Yeah, I do." You smile, that so pretty smile.

"Well shit, when are you moving in?" He asks, half joking.

You laugh, kissing him on the cheek. "Shut up, do you mean it? You really wanna date me?"

"Yeah, I do." He says, heart hammering in his chest.

"Good, thats-- that's good."

"It is, isn't it? Now that we have that outta the way," he sits up, keeping you in his lap. "Round 2 in the shower?"

"You'll have to carry me, I still can't feel my legs." You smile.

"Maybe the bitch drinks weren't such a bad idea, after all." Bakugo grins, pulling you close in a slow, deliberate kiss.

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