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Well I jst started posting on Tumblr but there no way I can get more likes or anything so I though if u should start doing bakugo stuff anyways I love your posts they are so amazing keep going bestie<33

I say you should start writing because everyone has to start somewhere (if you’d like to that is). Also I started in January and things were pretty slow until maybe two weeks ago then i really started to gain some traction. I got a couple messages yesterday being like “can we be friends?” and when i said yes almost all of them told me they were nervous to ask because i seemed like i had a following. Which i guess i sort of do however i know that feeling and now that i’m in the other position i can tell you i don’t feel any different. Like obviously i’m exciting in increasing my writing ability and people enjoy it but i still feel the same excitement as i did when i hit 10 followers :)

also by the way up until yesterday no one every messaged me or did asks and let me tell you idk what happened i prolly manifested it but IT IS SO FUN I LOVE TALKING TO YOU GUYS AND YOURA ALL SO NICEEE!!!

another side note i’m about halfway to 1000 followers and i would like to do an event for when i get to 1000 if anyone is interested :))

i love this sm i can’t

girlfriend who ogles over bakugous muscles and he loves every second of it bc you’re his first gf (the first girl he ever actually liked really) and so he shows off for you. He loves it when you comment on how strong he is bc he worked so hard for it and he loves that you think it’s sexy :)

Authors Note: OMG OMG YES I AGREE (*♡∀♡)! Who wouldnt be obsessed with this man’s body? HES SO HOT OMG AHHHJSNDHJBEJK  (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

|♡| Muscles |♡|

Bakugo Katsuki x F!Reader

Description: Headcannons of you being Bakugo Katsuki’s girlfriend who is absolutely obsessed with his muscles, and he loves every second of it. 

Rating: Fluff

Disclaimer: Lil Bit of a Domestic Relationship, Established Relationship, Talk About Physical Looks

Word Count: 945

 Links:  Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List

Your boyfriend is a very proud man. Although Bakugo did have his fair share of insecurities, they all seemed to be drowned out by how load he boasted about what he was confident about. His body was just one of the many things to add to that list.

Bakugo worked hard to have his current looks, intense workouts, and strict diets to achieve what he deemed perfection. Besides clothes, one of the first things he brought when you two moved into your shared apartment was workout gear, claiming he could not function without it. This dedication resulted in a mouthwatering physic, big broad shoulders, defined strong arms, toned abs, thick muscular thighs, attractive from all standards making you feel like an especially lucky gal that you get to have a front-row seat to Bakugo Katsuki's good looks.

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♡ When you two cuddle, your favorite thing to do is squish his relaxed muscles. Early on in the relationship, it would just be his arms, squeezing and slapping the soft flesh and giggling when he would flex it to get you to stop messing with him.

"Look at you, all obsessive over me, tch.."

♡ You often lay with your head on his chest, smothering yourself in his pecs which are so pillowy and soft when he's not flexing them. Sometimes you even playfully bite them or mess with his nipples to which he will try to swat you away although he 100% is blushing and trying to hide how much you amuse him. You even bite his plushy thighs whenever the opportunity arises.

"What the hell? Ow! Shit, get off you fucking piranha, why the hell did you bite me!"

♡ You are always making some sort of physical contact with him, whether it's leaning on him for support or gripping his arm when walking. It's like second nature to grab onto him when he's around, and while sometimes he gets embarrassed due to PDA, the majority of the time he's proud, makes him feel powerful when you rely on his strength for simple tasks.

"Here, grab onto me before you fall down the damn stairs, you can try to fool yourself but I know how clumsy you can be."

♡ Whenever you are tired or in pain from an uncomfortable outfit choice Bakugo always picks you up without fail. He'll watch you struggle for a bit, laughing when you stumble before he wraps his strong arms around your legs and holds you so you don't go tripping and get a mouth full of dirt. It never fails to amaze you how easily he picks you up.

"Here, gimme your heels, I'll carry you. I told you not to wear those shitty shoes, babe, I knew this would happen. Tch, so stubborn."

♡ It's always a sight to watch Bakugo cook, not only is he a master at it, but he often cooks with his shirt off when he's in the comfort of his own home. When this happens, you simply sit at the island counter behind him, getting a perfect view of his broad back flexing as he's wearing nothing but some sweatpants and an apron.

"Huh? Stop staring, dumbass, your fucking drooling. I slaved away to make you this meal so you better eat it, don't forget to compliment the master chef.''

♡  He always makes sure to pull out a stool for you to sit on while he works out, knowing you enjoy the view of him exercising. Bakugo is quite different when he's in the zone, face relaxed with only a slight twitch of his eyebrow, eyes no longer glaring and instead determined, mouth agape as he pants and on occasion smirks when he catches a glance at your expression. His muscles look so good, curves and ridges moving constantly as he pulls himself over the bar, handling his full body weight with ease. His skin is smooth, littered with battle scars which you took the time to admire every day.  Damn, you are so in love with this man.

"Take a picture, pretty, it will last longer."

♡ When Bakugo hugs you, to tease you he sometimes wraps his arms tightly against your back, laughing as you struggle to free yourself but he's just too damn strong, no matter what tricks you have up your sleeve you can never beat your boyfriend at this frustrating game he plays.

"Pfft, look at you, what's the matter, huh? I'm just too strong for you?"

♡ He often teases you about your attraction to him, smirking and wiping the sweat off his forehead with the bottom of his shirt just to give you a peek at his abdomen and chest, a sight which you enjoy thoroughly.

"And you call me a pervert. What? No, I didn't do it on purpose, in your fucking dreams."

♡ When you compliment his body or his strength best believe he will hold it against you, constantly teasing you about how good he looks to you or how perfect he is for you. He loves it when he receives any type of praise from you, you are always so genuine it makes him all giddy and proud that he worked so hard. Yes, being physically strong matters a lot in the hero world,  but he would be lying if he said he doesn't think about you whenever he creates a workout plan.

"Of course, you think I'm strong, baby, I mean who else would manhandle you in bed if it wasn't for thee Bakugo Katsuki."

♡ All in all, you definitely were a fan of his muscles and there were many sweet moments in the day to prove that.

Authors Note: Okay I turned it into kinda a drabble / headcanons? I hope you guys enjoy because I know its different then a more fleshed out story! If you would like to request this type of writing just ask for headcanons and I’ll now what you mean!! 

Also I’m sorry I didn’t post much this weekend, I planned to clear out requests but I ended up getting caught in some unfortunate circumstances <(￣- ￣ )> Don’t worry though, I will try to make it up and post through out the week!

Comments, asks, and interactions are my fav!! ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ

Hope you enjoyed <33 

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List 

Tag List: @katscki, @libidinous-weeb, @1-800-mocha, @krmtwnw

scarfing down cookies to make my heart less hurty

can anyone help me find the fic where you are at bogs band practice and you’re bored because everyone went out to lunch and he makes you come over and ride him please please please

pairing: bakugou x reader

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, implied smut? steamy make out session oops

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bakugou katsuki is, to place it bluntly, a work of art.

others would tell you otherwise.

the hothead with the telltale spiky hair of blonde was rough around the edges, unbelievably loud, paired with a temper that not even todoroki’s ice could cool.

his words came without a filter, and he’d say and do as he pleased no matter how it affected those around him.

so no, he was more viewed of as an arrogant son of bitch who had been blessed with one hell of a powerful quirk.

and yet, those little sketches of arrogance and snappy statements made bakugou katsuki, well, him.

again, bakugou katsuki is a work of art.

a fucking piece of art.

blistered with ashes and smoke, marred perfectly with his ambition shown through scarred skin and calloused palms.

red, red eyes that burn and scorch just like the explosions that emit from those hands. a deadly glare that could almost make people drop dead from the intensity of it.

so red that it rivals the fierceness of the sun, sharpened by his scowling face and the feral grin he offers.

his voice demands attention. undivided attention as it should be; arrogant and gruff. stupidly attractive.

and this piece of art? he’s all yours.

he’s so rough, sweaty palms aching from the work of the day grabbing ahold of your waist hastily.

you can’t even think. he’s too much, all over you at once with his blazing touch.

some of his touches are demanding, some of his touches are tender, but each and every one leaves a mark on your skin that makes you feel alive.

desperation like this strikes katsuki on rare days, but when these rare days do come around, it’s oh so passionate.

he’s home from a long day of patrolling and kicking ass, but the only thing on his mind since this morning is you.

it’s sickening but rejuvenating—the way he craves you like his life depends on it.

his lips are placing sloppy kisses on the expanse of your neck, trailing up your jawline.

“suki,” you gasp, hands scrambling at his shoulders. he had caught you off guard—you had barely registered the front door opening before he snatched you up.

he’s got you against the kitchen counter, and the edge of it is digging into the small of your back uncomfortably, but you really can’t find it in yourself to care about that—not when katsuki continues adorning your skin with his teeth and tongue.

“katsu-” you try again breathlessly, hands now trailing up his neck that tangle your fingers in his hair.

your attempt to properly get his attention fails—he takes your action as a plea for a kiss and his lips messily meet yours.

“mmph-!” and you meet him halfway like you always do, returning the force as you feel him run his tongue along your teeth.

the need to breathe makes you break away, and before katsuki can latch his mouth on you again, you tug on his hair.

he groans in response but finally relents, leaning back for you to lock gazes with him at last. (it’s so intense; the desire swirling within his makes you shiver.)

“what?” he snaps gruffly, terribly out of breath like you are. he’s eyeing your lips greedily.

“what’s-” you struggle to form words. (he almost smirks at that, but he’s a bit annoyed that you made him stop in the first place.) “what’s gotten into you-? sumthin’ happen at work? not that m’complaining…”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “nothing happened, dumbass,” he grunts, holding you closer. his skin glistens with sweat and there’s blush accompanying it, “just missed ya.”

and before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you again like you’re gonna disappear.

you tug at his hair again, but it’s to make sure he doesn’t leave you this time. not that he would; he busies himself with making sure not an inch of your skin is missed with his inspection.

you can’t help but squeal when he effortlessly lifts you up to sit on the counter, pressing forward so that he’s not touching you for even a split second.

your legs instinctively come to wrap around his waist and his hands seem to be everywhere at once.

“missed you s’much,” he gasps against your skin, “i’ll take care of ya, yeah?”

you nod pleadingly, lost in the scorching heat only bakugou katsuki can make you feel.

and bakugou katsuki is a work of art.

especially like this—all messy and madly in love.

so I was thinking of starting to write here on tumblr but i have like no idea where to even start

OMG DO IT BABE DOOOO ITTTT

just write what you like to read! that’s what i do because when you write things your familiar with or think about a lot obviously it’s going to come easier. message me and i can help you with more specific stuff if you’d like!

when the smut where the reader and the male character have an established relationship and it says no matter how many times you've done this before, you can't get used to his massive size

other than math (cause it kicked my ass) i am pretty proud of how my final grades are BC THIS IS PROLLY THE BEST THEY HAVE BEEN COLLECTIVLY ALL YEAR they weren’t horrible like a mix of As and Bs BUT WOOT WOOT

motivation first 1 1/2 semesters 📉📉📉📉

motivation last 1/2 semester to make up for the other ones 📈📈📈📈

Catching Fire

Bakugou x fem!reader

synopsis: not everyone like what they see in the mirror, but he’s there to love you unconditionally until you learn to love yourself.

wc: 1.6k

cw: ⚠️mentions of ed⚠️, self hatred, body dysmorphia, self deprecating thoughts, hurt -> comfort, characters are third years in hs so 18 (if i missed anything let me know :))

masterlist

you can picture whatever you would like but this is the dress i had in mind

You’ll never see yourself the way others do. No one will. You see how you're supposed to look all around you and by comparison, you're not the same. But beauty comes in all shapes and forms, it just takes some longer than others to realize it.

The first step to getting better was addressing the problem, but it became hard when your mind warped your thoughts into continuous self-deprecating statements made to tear you apart, rip you to shreds until you were nothing more than a sobbing body in front of the mirror. For you it was control, the feeling of trying to be able to regulate your diet and appearance was the thing that sent you down this spiraling hole in the first place.

But to you there was no issue, it was just trying to better yourself. Yeah, bettering yourself. What’s so wrong with that? And the more you justified it, the less farfetched it seemed. You had hidden it very well too, having the perfect excuses for your absence of eating, your routine of working out looking normal with how much you did it before, and the clothing that hid your body oh so well. And the plan was to keep this going until you finally saw the desirable woman you wanted to be in the mirror.

But plans can come crumbling down like an avalanche with one small disturbance. Yours was him, your boyfriend who loved you and only you unconditionally. Everyone else might think he is an asshole who wouldn’t know how to treat a girl if you gave him an instruction manual, but he was truly the only thing keeping you stable.

Trying to keep your new health regimen is hard with the brooding man hanging around all the time. You loved his presence, but the intrusive thoughts always ruined your good mood, “He knows,” “He’s only with you because he pities you,” “There’s a million prettier girls he would rather be with than you.”

Recently he had noticed your skittish behavior, whenever he would touch you, it was flinches and stiffness, so naturally Bakugou had wondered what was wrong. From then on out, he began to pay more attention to how you act, trying to find the underlying cause of your odd demeanor.

However, it wasn’t until he had asked you to a dinner date that he realized what your deal was. The blonde runs up to you after school ready to walk home with you, when he proposes the idea, “Hey I haven't taken you out in a while, how’s about we go to dinner. Somewhere nice and fancy.”

He turns to you expecting an answer. Before you could even think of declining, you see it. The devilishly charming boyish smile he holds just for you, only for you. And that is the only reason you say, “Yeah, that sounds nice, Katsu.”

“Tonight, good for you?” He asks eyes straight ahead. A small hum in agreement from you it all it takes to tell him yes.

Once at your doorstep, he moves just a tad closer to you, grabbing your face gently in his hand and speaks once more.

“I’ll pick you up around 7, ‘kay baby?” He goes to whisper in your ear one last thing before taking his leave, “And wear that little purple dress, ‘s my favorite on you.” one last kiss goodbye was all he gave to bid you farewell.

In theory, everything was fine, you would get ready, order a salad, skip dessert, then work it off tomorrow. Everything was fine. It would be fine, you still had control.

Figuring you had time to shower and do your makeup, you rushed upstairs to clean yourself off. The more time you had to fix how you looked in that dress, the better. It was all going fine and dandy until it was time for you to get dressed.

Pulling the lilac piece of cloth out of your closet was a lot harder than you wanted to admit but putting it on was a different story. Truth is, it fits you just fine, even a bit big on you. But that’s not how your brain spun it, your reflection staring back at you, the taunting figure in the mirror you so fearfully dreaded to see.

It should have taken you an hour to get ready, however the time pushing 6:45 has other ideas. By this point you have broken down completely, just sitting on your bed in front of the reflective glass, your silhouette looking right back at you. And before you could have time to worry about the number on the clock, the doorbell rang, signifying your lover's arrival. Damn him for being punctual all the time.

You make no move to answer the door, or even move at all, forcing your mom to open the door to your awaiting boyfriend. It feels like you're numb, you can feel yourself crying but at the same time nothing at all. Only the wet tears streaming down your face at an alarming rate.

“Hi Bakugou, it’s nice to see you again!” You hear your mother greet, “Y/N, Bakugou’s here for you!” And after a minute of no response from you she tells him, “You can go on up, I’m sure she’s probably just doing some last-minute touch-ups.” She chuckles. Katsuki heads up the stairs to your room and knocks on the closed door, only to get once again no response.

“Hey pretty, it’s me, you ready to go?” He says in a soft voice, not wanting wandering ears to hear his words. Yet again he is met with silence.

“Baby? Can I come in?” It's only then do you croak out a small yes and he opens the door to your dark room. “Ya ready? I got us a reservation at this killer new place, can’t believe I even scored us a table!” He laughs out. However, when his rarely excited nature isn't reciprocated, he really starts to worry.

“What’s wrong baby?” His voice filled with concern as he slowly makes his way to kneel in front of you to get a better look at your face. Once he sits fully, he notices the stream of tears that falls from your eyes rapidly.

“Hey hey hey, what’s goin on why're ya crying?” He sounded almost scared, forcing his hands to move up to wipe away your tears.

“... I don’t like it.” It came out quieter than you had intended it to.

“What don’t you like, baby?” he asks, setting his hands on your thighs to rub comforting circles into your legs. But if he thought the scene couldn’t be any sadder, Bakugou’s heart slows at the sight of you pointing at the mirror towards yourself.

He sees the eye contact you make with your reflection, and how it spurs more tears from you. Not just a steady flow of them now, but gut-wrenching sobs that tore you apart.

“I-I hate g-getting up and seeing my-myself... a-and those g-g-irls are so-o much prettier t-than me. I-m so f-fat and no m-matter how m-m-uch I try to w-work it off, I’m s-still ugly. A-and I’m s-so hungry, Katsu,” You make a move to look at him in the eyes while he watches you try to work through your words, he doesn’t want to pressure you into speaking, but his heart has never been so broken looking into your saddened eyes.

“What do you mean you're hungry, y/n? When’s the last time you ate.” That question brought a moment of silence. Too ashamed to answer him, you looked pleadingly into his eyes, silently begging him to not have to answer.

“Baby, c’mon tell me when the last time you ate was.” He grabbed your hand and moved to sit on the bed beside you to try and seem more comforting. But even with his heartbeat throbbing in his ears he still heard the pitiful sounding answer that came from you.

“I- I um, I woke up around midnight b-because my stomach f-f-felt so-o hungry a-and I ate a little s-s-omething then...” You sniffled out

“So- so you haven't eaten in over 19 hours?” He asked dumbfounded.

“I don’t wanna feel like this anymore, Katsu,” The hurt in your voice could be heard by anyone, but it pains him seeing you feeling so miserable, and that he didn’t notice something sooner. Bakugou pulled you into his arms and held onto you tight as if he were going to lose you. “I just wanna be pretty, I wanna look like those other girls. Why can't I be pretty?” Your voice choked once more as you sat perched on his lap, holding onto him for dear life.

“Baby listen to me, and I really want you to try to believe me when I say this. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Most girls would kill to look like you,”

He takes your hand in his, “Look at your hands, they might be a little banged up, but that’s cause they help people, you save lives with these hands. And I love how they feel in mine when I hold them, how they're so much smaller. And I love how your legs wrap around me when I give you piggyback rides home from school, and oh my god you have the most perfect ass, baby, it’s the best when we cuddle, gives me something to hold onto. I love your lips when they kiss down my neck and make me feel loved. And I love how you look at me with those beautiful e/c eyes of yours when you're looking at me like you wanna marry me. You are so pretty y/n, and I mean that.” He makes his way kissing you softly before laying down on your bed.

You weren't thinking about getting makeup on your pillow, or how you both were fully dressed up, only about him being there with you.

The first step to getting better is addressing the problem. But with Katsuki there with you, it might be a little easier than you thought.

A/N: i’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while because i used to have an issue with my relationship with food and how i look and i still sometime struggle with insecurities but it has gotten a lot better over time. I just wanted to write something that may be comforting to that feeling. Remember you are beautiful no matter how you look compared to someone else. Beauty standard change all the time and what my be considered pretty this year may not be the same next year, so don’t define your self worth based on societies norms on the beauty status quo <3

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