blastattackgirl

[blastattackgirl]

pro hero bakugou would take you out to dinner like a gentleman. barbarian bakugou would have you for dinner, have you splayed on the table as he gets up on it on one knee, then the next. crawling on top of you with his mouth skimming your knee, dragging from your belly button, up your sternum, to your neck. smiles on your pulse when he feels you tremble.

[blastattackgirl]

3rd years! 📸✌

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????😭😭😭

[blastattackgirl]

Just reminder:

Fuck ICE

Death to Trump and his billionaire buddies

Always punch Nazis

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“pillow princesses are selfi-“ i don’t give a fuck !! does my girl just want to lay down and spread her legs ? i’m right there swirling my tongue around her clit and she won’t even have to worry about her legs cause i’ll place them on my shoulders !! my princess only wants to climb on my lap ? good ! she won’t have to lift a finger cause i’ll be the one pressing a vibe right to her sensitive spots. my lovely angel just needs to ask and i’ll do anything for her. and never forget about the bath after, that’s what princesses deserve !!

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my little brother tried to show me a "cool trick" where he entered my name and hometown into chatgpt and tried to get it to pull up my personal info like it did on all of his friends, then was absolutely shocked when it couldn't find anything on me

so. keep practicing basic internet safety, guys. it still works. don't put your personal info on social media, keep all your accounts on private, turn off ai scraping on every site that you can, enable all privacy features on social media apps. our info still can be protected, we have to keep fighting for control

[blastattackgirl]

"if you are over 30 on Tumblr the mental illness won" "the aging fanbase of Tumblr" motherfucker if you are over 30 and have been here the entire time it means the mental illness didn't win we are still alive WE MADE IT

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“National teacher shortage” is a fun way of saying that the USA has made a passion driven job so ungodly inhospitable that even people who “just care about teaching, not the money” don’t even care about teaching anymore.

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being married to katsuki and regularly spending time with izuku's adorable bug-eyed toddler who loves his uncle "kaccha!!" more than anything in the world would mean that the two of you are pushing your birth control to the absolute pharmacological limits when you get home

[blastattackgirl]

Listen one day I will write this elaborate story about a con artist who says they're a fortune teller or that they can speak to the dead. so they use the basic con tricks and tell people what they want to hear for a quick buck.

But in reality she can see a bit of the future because the dead never shut the fuck up about it

[blastattackgirl]

[blastattackgirl]

bakugou is so bad at dating in almost every single aspect. cannot voice how he feels. shit at texting. "talking" stage? what the fuck is that. not a smooth talker and is not being flirty. do you want to see him tonight or not. he might hurt your feelings a little bit. will tell you "y'look nice" in a very quiet, muttered voice, hours into your date, scowling. he might bring you flowers but he just sort of hands them off to you.

but he also tries to be a gentleman and is actually very respectful and would never lie to you and sees no point in playing with your feelings, any weird mind games, and shows you in all his actions—however awkward—that he really does care about you.

[blastattackgirl]

boyfriend katsuki doesn’t know, or care, about the difference between your wants and needs.

you’re out of your favorite lip gloss? it’s sitting on your desk the next morning, the exact shade, down to the brand, like he memorized it months ago.

you mention craving a drink in passing? he’s pressing the bottle into your hand within minutes, like it just magically appeared in his pocket.

you linger a second too long in front of a display window, eyes catching on a delicate necklace? its draped around your neck by nightfall.

when katsuki’s your boyfriend, the world bends to your desires. because if you want it, then in his mind, you need it. and katsuki always makes sure you have what you need.

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Thinking about Katsuki showing up on your balcony late at night, knuckles knocking at the glass door beside your bed waking you up with a surge of adrenaline.

He's tired from his hero work and he hasn't had a chance to see you in weeks, not that he was obligated, the two of you using each other for weeks.

The real shock comes to you as you see pro hero Dynamight glaring at you from the cold, welcoming him into your apartment and realizing quickly that you've been fuck buddies with a pro and this is how you've found out.

He doesn't speak, he's tired, utterly exhausted and for some reason his tired body brought him here. Normally, when he'd show up at the front door of your apartment, he was on you in a second, making your knees weak with teeth gnashing kisses.

Tonight he looks dead on his feet.

"You okay?" Your voice is feather soft at 3am and when he doesn't answer you decide silence is best for now. Grabbing onto his large fingers only made larger by his gloves. Guiding him to your bathroom where you crank the shower and turn the light on low.

Here you can see the blood, dust, and grime that sticks to his hero uniform, one of the long sleeves ripped or burned away. Hopefully from his own quirk.

Gingerly you start with his gloves. Pulling at the Velcro at his wrists, shimming them off slowly as if he were a startled animal. He just looks down at you with this look in his eyes you can place, you just know it makes your stomach churn with far too many emotions.

Next you grab onto his heavy gauntlets, careful to set them down easily when you hear them slosh with sweat that he'd later deem too old and dangerous to keep but for now he lets your hands work. Manicured fingers undoing his grenade belt, placing them on top of his bracers, then the piece at his shoulders, before bending over to grab his steel knee pads.

Hooking your finger into he tongue of his steel toe combat boots, undoing the knot and loosing the strings while gently guiding his weight to one foot and then the other to remove them. Then again, pulling off his socks with ease placing them in your dirty hamper even if they'd make the whole thing smell like caramel and musk.

Pushing the hem of his shirt up, revealing the hard plans of his body. The one he earned through hard work and resolve. Discipline that he executed in every aspect of his life except with you.

He helps you by raising his arms until that too ends up in the basket in your linen closet. As if you'd do the laundry for his hero uniform.

Like he belonged here. Solidifying the fleeting thought when you pull his pants and boxers down, tossing them in before shutting the closet door.

When you go to leave he grabs onto the crook of your arm, still looking down at you from the corner of his eye with that sad, angry and almost numb look, like his eyes were dying embers.

"You'll stay." Only Bakugou has the ability to pose what is normally a question into a statement, a command and yet he doesn't sound demanding tonight.

So you stay, turning back around and when you realize he isn't getting under the burning hot stream of water, you begin to strip from your underwear and one of his old t shirts you managed to steal.

Grabbing onto his fingers, stepping into the shower and when the steam hits his back he audibly groans, similar to the sound he makes when he sinks into you.

After a few long moments you let your hand grab at the nape of his neck, pulling him to you as you later your heavily scented shampoo in your hands. He tries not to let his cock jump at the domesticity, at the idea that he'll smell like you for hours after.

Let's your nails rake at his scalp and lather his hair before you force him to rinse, repeating again when you decide he's dirty enough for a second wash through.

Lathering the conditioner with care and making him step just out of the stream as you grab your body wash. Another sigh leaves him as he watches you. He knows from your perspective all Bakugou can see you as is a sex object, a cock sleeve, but from the second he first slipped into your heat it was anything but.

It's why he kept coming back.

You drew the line in the sand after the second time, "fuck buddies don't catch feelings right?" "Right." He had confirmed gruffly, like he didn't already think he was falling for you. He knows it seems he always left right away but eventually, over the past few months, he left some things. That shirt you peel off your pretty skin not too long again for starters. He'd cook you meals for the week with the excuse that it was so you'd stay healthy enough to take his cock.

But really he was tired of seeing the evidence of take out or quick meals in your trash can and the bags under your eyes. Since he's been leaving the prepped containers for you, your health has seemed to improve.

It stings when you go over his shoulder, a small gash he didn't know he had and you care for it gently.

"It's deep." Concern in your tone as you talk to yourself, "It shouldn't need stitches...."

Your brows are furrowed up, biting your pouty bottom lip between your teeth as you think. But all he can think about is you, you, you.

And how you make him feel and how the last thing you said to him, although you truly do not remember, is I love you while his hand was around your throat.

The three words claw up his, raw and biting tired of being shoved down deep into his belly where butterflies die the second they're born.

"I love you." It slips past his tired tongue, his body weak from the sight of you combined with his 48 hour on call shift.

You look up at him, shocked, tears pricking your eyes in disbelief as you blink furiously, "What?"

A bit of his roughness returns to his stiff limbs, fingers grabbing at your jaw like he does when he doesn't approve of your response when you fuck.

"I said," He's growling, brushing his nose gently with yours, "I love you."

He doesn't give you room to reply or reject him, his lips finding yours, pressing hard enough your teeth gnash against his. Tongue claiming his stake on what's his making you sigh into his lips as the realization hits you.

Maybe, just maybe, he's always loved you.

[blastattackgirl]

i really cannot stop thinking about arranged marriage victorian au with bakugou where he kind of. just. takes you from your shitty fiancé.

his family has money and he's a well-respected vet from the war and he's a little reclusive but everyone in town knows him and you've never held much conversation, but he's seen you for years, sewing dresses for his mother, and it only takes one look at the split in your lip and your puffy, tear-filled eyes to march right up to your parents to offer—more.

whatever your piece of shit fiancé offered them, he promises three times as much: money, security, safety. he'll take care of you and them; the estate is big enough, there's two other homes on the bakugou land. it'll be a scandal, but—he's been to hell and back and this is nothing. he'll put your fiancé six feet in the ground if he says one word of objection—in fact, he's hoping he does, just to give him the reason.

it's a no brainer, for everyone involved, and he's not afraid of the heat it will bring, the changes that will come into his life. he never thought he'd be a married man, honestly, but he's not afraid. he's not.

at least until he's standing in front of you, with the scars on his face and tremors in his hands, choking on his proposal right before your eyes.

[blastattackgirl]

hey gang. not gonna lie to you, i have been unable to think about anything other than bakugou having a wet dream about you for days.