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awwww thank you that’s so sweet :))) it’s always nice to hear stuffies like that cuz i constantly doubt everything i do but hey don’t we all hehe

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saw your “I’m gonna retire from writing post”, and while that’s definitely a lol mood I do hope you’re okay. Your writing has been really fun to read and enjoy, so I hope you have the same joy I get while you rest from it. Best wishes

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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.

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bakugou x fem!reader

Bakugou loves his cuddly girl. He lives for the moments when he’s doing paperwork in the office and you trot in all sleepy like, climb in his lap and curl into him. You’re like his own little koala bear and he can’t get enough of it.

His most favorite thing however is cuddling at night when you’ve had an extra long day. Ughhh he adores when you do a biggg stretch and then roll back up in a little ball next to him. His poor baby just wants him to hold her and Bakugou will be DAMNED if you don’t get what you want.

You had just woken up from a good nights sleep with your lover holding you against him in his strong, stable arms, when you suddenly feel stiff and need to stretch. Your limbs span out into a star shape, one leg going over top of bakugous and the sudden movement wakes him up slightly.

He opens his eyes to see you retreating back into your cuddly little ball form against him when he speaks, “big stretch huh, baby? did ya sleep okay?” he coos.

“Mm shlept sho good shuki” you slur against him, too comfortable to move so your words aren’t misshapen. He chuckles against you and once again wraps you up in his arms to hold you tight against him once more.

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my joints hurt

i need some raunchy smut

i need more of this

and katsuki’s a bitch. he jokingly mocks y/n’s moans after their done.

“you know our neighbors are gonna file a complain about you right?”

“katsuki?!!? why?? what did i do????”

“ahhh— oh my god! fuck! katsuki! fuck that’s so good! ahhh! i’m gonna—”

“i hate you”

does it with all his body weight on you and kissing up your neck. he smells like you and it’s making you feel woozy. hand on your waist to hold you tight close to him and he’s so equally cute and annoying.

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Saw this and thought would Bakugou be a good dancer?

this was not what i was expecting when i opened the link but yes YHIS MAN IS SUUUCHHHH A GOOD DANCER.

Probably because he was forced to go to fashion events with his parents when he was a little boy and his mom would dance with him standing on her shoes so she could lead.

I imagine him being good at all sorts or dance even though he really only pulls out the slow dancing for you. He’ll come home to you making dinner or having just got out of the shower and will spin you around dipping you throwing out a, “hey baby missed you extra today”

LIKE UGHHH domesticity of it all is so attractive. But yes. this man can dance.