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"We shouldn't be doing this," Aizawa says, the pads of his fingers pressing into the squishy skin of your cheek as he grips it with one hand, prying your lips off of his. "This is- it's inappropriate, you're my-"

You kiss him again, and despite his objections he reciprocates. His beard tickles you, not quite as scratchy and unkempt as when he first hired you. He has time to take care of himself now. The bags under his eyes- well, they're still there, but much less deep and purple. You know that taking you on as Eri's nanny is the best decision he's made in a while. And with the way you can feel him beginning to grow against your thigh, perhaps the worst as well.

"That's what makes it fun," you say, trying to convince him as your hands snake into his hair. "That's what makes it sexy. Fucking the hot, young babysitter- it's a cliche for a reason, Shota."

"Fuck," he grumbles, nipping at your lip. "Fuck. I'm not that guy. That's not me, I don't fuck younger women who- who I pay to care for my child, I-"

"You're a man," you moan, gripping his hair and pulling it taut. "A man who's been lonely for too long. Wouldn't it be nice to have a wet, hot cunt to sink your cock in?"

"Was this your plan all along?" He growls, walking you back against the living room wall. "Put on your sweet little dresses and take care of my daughter just to seduce me?"

"No," you giggle, arching into him as your back meets the wall. "I'm too good at my job to just do it for a fuck. Getting you to bend me over the sofa and rail me is just... An added perk."

"You're a minx," he says, defeated. "I shouldn't do this."

"But you will... Won't you?"

In a movent so quick and smooth you'd think he was getting laid nightly if you didn't know better, he hooks his hands under your thighs and hoists you up, his erection pressing against your cotton panties. You whimper at the contact, trying to buck against him for an ounce of friction.

"And burn in hell for it."

I'm imagining something like this- Hear. Me. Out.

After the war, you left to America to finish your studies there and you became a hero.

Years later, you return to a UA reunion, meeting all your old friends

And when Bakugou sees you, he just questions his entire life, he's about to get married, move in with what he thought was the love of his life, but of course you had to come back, as well as those... those feelings! He never got the chance to say goodbye, to proper mourn the lost of touch with you, and he just thought the crush he had just... died.

But of course not, you had to return and... change everything, like you always did.

So now he was just having an identity crisis, asking himself if he wants to get married or... or not.

He can't just throw everything he built now, no, he can't. So he decides to have a talk with you, give his... enormous crush of you a proper funeral and even bury it, but when you told him you felt the same way he just-

Cut to next morning, you sleeping on his arms, and he just stares at the ceiling recalling everything that happened yesterday. Oh god. He's so screwed

the extended version ;D

Before the war

Izuku: Kacchan, would you–

Katsuki: The hell do you want, nerd? SHUT UP! *does the thing anyway*

After the war

Izuku: Kacchan, would you–

Katsuki: Yes, I would absolutely do anything for you, baby. What do you need? Want some katsudon? Open a hero agency together? Move to the countryside? Get married? You name it!

giving head to a guy you actually like is such a joy, seriously

it’s like “thank you for making me laugh, i hope you like your tip at the back of my throat” 

i want to play with her hair while her tongue plays with my tip

With all of the bad things going on in the world I give you: good rich person bakugou.

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Bakugou who uses family wealth for good. In an effort to be more hero like, he strolls down the streets of Mustafu giving home cooked food to the homeless in the street.

Bakugou who uses at least two weekends a month to donate time to a soup kitchen near UA. With all of the inflation and animosity in the world, he gives back the only way he knows how: acts of service.

Bakugou who gains a rapport with the locals simply by checking in. Asking one of the regulars he checks in on how her sick son is doing with the medicine he paid for.

Bakugou who was raised by his mother to never make fun of those less monetarily fortunate.

Bakugou who goes out of his way to defend those being picked on for reasons out of their control; picking up trash near makeshift homes, going to protests of anti homeless laws, and starting arguments with assholes in the street that make jokes.

Bakugou is too observant for his own good, noticing one of the boys he always sees in the park wearing clothes a little too small on his little frame. Who sneakily sparks a conversation and discreetly slips a note and some money into the boys pocket to not embarrass his family.

The latest questions are centered around Anat Schwartz, an Israeli who co-authored several of the paper’s most widely circulated reports, including the now well-known and scrutinized December 28 article headlined: “‘Screams Without Words’’ How Hamas Weaponized Sexual Violence on Oct. 7.” Independent researchers scrutinized the online record, and raised serious questions about Schwartz. First, she has apparently never been a reporter but is actually a filmmaker, who the Times suddenly hired in October. You would expect the paper to look for someone with actual journalistic experience, especially for a story as sensitive as this one, written during the fog of war. Surely the paper had enough of its own correspondents on staff who could have been assigned to it. Next, the researchers found that Schwartz had not hidden her strong feelings online. There are screenshots of her “liking” certain posts that repeated the “40 beheaded baby” hoax, and that endorsed another hysterical post that urged the Israeli army to “turn Gaza into a slaughterhouse,” and called Palestinians “human animals.” (Just this morning, more evidence emerged online; Schwartz apparently also served in Israeli Military Intelligence.) Finally, one of her co-authors on two of the reports was Adam Sella, who is her nephew.  Let’s pause here. What would happen if the Times suddenly hired a Palestinian filmmaker with no journalistic background, who had recently publicly “liked” posts that called for “pushing Israeli Jews into the sea,” to co-write several of its most sensitive and contested reports? 

[...]

There’s another related example of how the Times has botched the sexual violence story. One of the first Israeli organizations that arrived on the scene of the Hamas attack was Zaka, a volunteer group that recovers dead bodies. On January 15, Times reporter Sheena Frankel wrote a positive profile of the group; she included 3 or 4 sentences of criticism, only to quickly dismiss them. This site had already raised serious doubts about Zaka weeks earlier, pointing out that “the organization’s volunteers have systematically given false testimonies, and continue repeating them to journalists on behalf of the Israel government.” Then, on January 31, the Israeli daily Haaretz published a long investigation, that highlighted “cases of negligence, misinformation and a fundraising campaign that used the dead as props.” Haaretz cited one Zaka report that said a volunteer had seen a murdered pregnant woman, with the baby still attached by the umbilical cord — before concluding that the incident “simply didn’t happen.” At this stage, there are serious doubts about many aspects of Israel’s overall account about October 7. Only a genuinely independent and impartial investigation might some day get closer to the truth. But meanwhile, at the very least the New York Times must publicly recognize its errors, and assign new, unbiased reporters to try to clean up its mess. 

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Imagine:

Being part of The Croods and Guy liking you.

Guy is honestly one of the cutest animated guys ever. How could I not make an imagine about him?

(Y/N) juggled the shell that Guy gave him with some rocks. He heard someone sneaking up behind him.

"Don't." He heard someone breath out.

"Wow. You're really good." Guy chuckled, getting into pace with him.

"Thanks." He replied, letting the rocks drop. Guy glanced at Belt.

"How'd you learn to juggle?"

"Juggle?"

"Yeah. It's what you were doing. Tossing things." Guy explained hurriedly. (Y/N) hummed, giving him the shell back.

"Keep it. You seem to like it." Guy smiled. (Y/N) glanced at him.

"You're cute, you know. Eep called you a boar." (Y/N) told him, smiling at the memory.

"Yeah, she was really scary." Guy mumbled.

"I'm guessing as the oldest you're the most laidback?" Guy looked at him. (Y/N) shrugged.

"I'm not like Thunk who's scared of everything or Eep who's curious.. Sandy is a wild animal." (Y/N) chuckled.

"I guess I'm laidback."

"I like it. It's cute like you." Guy said, nervously.

"Was that a.. 'joke'?" (Y/N) asked. Guy shook his head.

"A compliment."

"What's that?" (Y/N) tilted his head.

"When you say something nice.. About someone. I was trying to flirt with you but..." Guy sighed.

"Flirt? What's that?" Guy squeaked as Eep poked her head between them.

"It's um... When you like someone so you try to uh, get them to like you back." Guy's voice got higher towards the end of his sentence. Eep blinked and stepped away. (Y/N) chuckled.

"I like you too, Guy."

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