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“You only mad cause your fav character died” no, the ending was garbage and poorly written, rushed and threw all that amazingy built story to the trash. Dabi dying hurts, but what I’m more mad about is the way his death was utterly meaningless, the way his bonding with his family never focused on HIM but focused more at Endeavor and his atonement, how we were never shown a decent chapter to end the Todoroki family arc, nothing but only Endeavor’s sorry ass being supported and forgiven by his family (except my goat Natsuo). How we are shown so little of the society actually changing, and this series was about how everyone can be saved yet all the villains (who were abused victims of this society) died and never got justice.

His death makes me angry of course. But even angrier, the way all of this was so so poorly executed, it’s like the author got lazy, wrote 5 chapters and just called it a day. Disappointing

The Gift (2000)

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Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, who revels in the whirlwind of our past relationship, now faces the aftermath of your departure after you decided to cut him off. Fueled by a fiery concoction of rage and heartbreak, he struts into a darker, more sinister version of himself, leaving reverberations of chaos in every damn corridor of his existence.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, who'll be showing up uninvited at your new home because he heard you were moving on with someone new, the sting of jealousy evident in his actions.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, who'll be engaging in heated arguments and raising his voice out of sheer jealousy anytime he sees you happy. "You think you can just walk away and I'll let you? I'll make sure every step you take is a reminder of what you left behind!"

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, who will apologize for screaming at you with a warm hug after yet another argument he caused.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, for whom the training becomes a way of releasing his pent-up anger at himself, which sometimes leads to him overdoing it and pulling something or straining a muscle, but he refuses to go to the medbay in his agency because he knows you might be there.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, who can't get used to sleeping alone at night. For years you had always been there with him, and now that you aren't, the silence and the loneliness are deafening. He's still intoxicated by the memories of you, relentlessly holding onto the past and struggling to move on.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, who somehow finesses you into going out for a drink one evening when your new boyfriend is off doing whatever at the delegation, all in the name of talking and setting things straight. Surprisingly, you end up having a blast, reminiscent of the good old times, and, of course, you both get completely wasted. With the night still young, you both decide to hit the dancefloor.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, with his hands shamelessly exploring every inch of your body as you grind your ass against his crotch, completely oblivious to the impact it's having on him. Katsuki grunts throatily into your ear, a vice-like grip on your hip and waist, because subtlety was never his damn forte.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, whose brain's on the fritz, declares that it's high time for you to saunter your way back home. In the taxi he commandeers, he lounges on the back seat like he owns the place, a solid arm draped around your shoulders as your head lazily lolls on the crook of his neck. Amidst giggles and banter, you reminisce about the good old times.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, his other hand making a bold move between your thighs. Mentally thanking the universe for your choice of a short dress, he smirks as his rough fingers skillfully push aside the fabric of your panties to rub your folds slowly. You, under the influence, offer no objection. A wicked grin plays on his lips as he relishes the sensation of your wetness slowly covering his fingertips, and you can't help but let out an anticipatory gasp.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, who, the moment you two step into your swanky new house, wastes no time pinning you against the nearest wall. He swiftly tugs your panties down your legs, expertly wrapping your leg around his hip. With a hand that's practically shaking, he skillfully works on unbuckling his pants.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, who drives his cock into you, evoking a gasp from your parted lips. He's relentless, kissing and nibbling on your exposed neck, growling with satisfaction at the wetness and warmth of your ever tight pussy is enveloping his throbbing member.

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, who's railing you, going all in with a pace that's as fast and brutal as a damn hurricane. He has your thighs shaking as you scream his name. Your pussy clenches around his cock, practically begging for every drop of his cum, and he's more than willing to oblige, growling in your ear, "Yeah, bitch, just like that, taking my cock so well, just like back when I was your boyfriend. You miss my cock, hmm? Yeah, of course you do, tsch!"

Ex boyfriend!Bakugo, who unleashes a guttural growl like an animal as he finishes inside you, emptying his balls deep in your cunt until the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix again and again. Katsuki's seed spurts as the man kisses you with a hunger, sucking on your tongue. "I'll fucking make you mine again, doll."

Imagine dry humping with Bucky and he’s begging you to stop because he’s going to cum in his pants if you keep going, the both of you on the living room couch. Imagine you’re too lost in grinding yourself on him, rubbing your soaked panties all over him, letting your clit bump right on where the tip of this cock rests. Imagine he cries out, throwing his head back, cum soaking his jeans, his sensitive cock throbbing, practically squirting.

He’s moaning and nearly sobbing, trying to hold your hips still but you just grind down on him harder overstimulating him. His skin is flushed, sweat beading at his forehead, chest heaving as you press down onto his softening cock, forcing every bit of cum out of his cock as you reach your high.

Imagine he has to bury his face into your boobs, muffling his desperate whimpers, begging you to stop because his cock is too sensitive, arms wrapped around and clinging onto you, a prominent wet patch on his jeans from his load. 

Imagine he has tears streaking his cheeks but you can feel his hips rocking onto you from underneath, trying to rub himself onto you more because he’s a desperate little fuck - 

Sometimes you just don’t care anymore 🍂

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