YAYYYAYAYAYYA REQUESTS NSMSKXJJD

YAYYYAYAYAYYA REQUESTS NSMSKXJJD

Imma get right on those as soon as i feed my annoying ass cats 🏃‍♂️💨

Also! I can take requests for bleach and there was another one i forgor about

Ill edit this when i remember⚰

Edit: yu yu hakusho as well <3

DONT WORRY BRO, IF I FIND IDEAS KM COMING TO YOU

JAKQODJJDJEBD <3<3<3

I love yall bc i just woke up and its 7pm and ive gotten such good feedback on my writing already 💕💝💘💓💖💗

YOU! YES, YOU!

IF YOURE LOOKING FOR FANFICTION OR HEADCANNONS, FEEL FREE TO ASK ME! ANYTHING AT ALL! PLSPLSOLS IM HYPERACTIVE AND NEED TO WRITE ⚰

I ALSO DONT MIND DOING REQUESTS FOR NARUTO, DEMON SLAYER, HAIKYUU, KUROKOS BASKETBALL, FAIRY TAIL AND BLACK CLOVER (PLS I LOVE BLACK CLOVER SM 😭)...

I AM AT YOUR SERVICE! IF THERES ANOTHER ANIME YOU WISH TO BE INCLUDED, LET ME KNOW AND ILL SEE WHAT I CAN DO 😙

Do u right for sub bakugou?x And if so then needy Bakugou begging for us on his knees

If not then little spoon Bakugou:))

-🪆

Ofc!!! I live for subby bakugou <3

You gave me two requests that were pretty similar so imma answer them both in one but asjdjjdjdqjkekdjjdncbbfncasnsn pls im so excited

And i also need some lil spoon bkg so fo sho im adding it in :p

Okay get into it

Also im writing fem!Reader in this but if you want a male reader version i would be more than happy to oblige :3

This will take place when katsuki and reader are in 3rd year and are 18 :)

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Sub!Bakugo x Reader <3

Katsuki's been impatient and fidgety throughout the entire day. From spinning his pencil around his fingers and breaking it to shaking his leg and zoning out during class.

You havent seen Katsuki this frustrated in at least a week. Maybe it was the tough training with Aizawa Sensei and Izuku this morning that's put him out of sorts, but whatever it is, it must be really bothering him.

You cant help but wonder why.

The day goes on like this, Katsuki occasionally snapping just a little worse than usual, yelling a little louder, glaring a little harder, and everyone's walking on eggshells.

Now you're understandably fed up. Worried, but fed up.

You and Katsuki have been working together on improving his temper. In fact, thats how you both became a thing in the first place. You were all sunshine and rainbows and happy- go- lucky until he watched you almost lose a match to IcyHot in some stupid competition and lose your temper.

And man, did you lose your temper. He watched in a stupour as you glared and cursed and rushed into the fight like some sort of cornered animal. He fell in love that day.

You were so good at being the public favourite and yet you were still a powerhouse in battle. He needed to talk to you and see what the fuck was up for himself.

That brings us back to today.

At the end of the school day you immediately got out of your seat and walked up to Katsuki's desk, where he sat, still putting away his notes and getting ready to leave.

You can't help but feel your heart melt at the look of frustration and upset as his eyes lock onto yours. The poor thing. It was kind of obvious from the start that he was frustrated at something, but you cant help but raise an eyebrow and smirk. He wasnt upset at the training, or maybe stressed at the classwork, no.

He needed to get his rocks off. This idiot.

Wordlessly you walk pats him, ignoring his glassy eyes and flushed cheeks and the way that you're the only person he hasn't snapped at today, and only offer him a jolt of your head to signal for him to follow. And he does.

Good.

You would not allow disobedience. He would keep that damned temper in check or suffer the consequences. Poor Katsuki doesn't ever want to do that again.

He follows you through the halls and toward the forms without complaint, and luckily his friends dont want to intercept him and talk to him, for fear they might be incinerated.

You don't see the way his eyes rest on your form, atching every detail into his brain and undressing you with his eyes, dilated black pupils following your hips while they sway irresistably in front of him.

He whimpers quietly behind you as you both reach his room. And it's nice doing this in his room rather than yours, because it feels so good to not only command the fiery blonde, but also his safe space as well. And it works both ways because he feels safer in his space. You get it.

"Quiet, mutt."

Pearly white teeth peek from plump lips to bite and worry at the skin, bruising it just barely. He really is in his subspace already.

He knows the drill. As soon as the door clicks shut he's on his knees and his hands are glued to his thighs and my, does he look absolutely precious like this. The evening sun leaks through the window and and makes his eyes look like paintings, his hair gold and glowing as it reflects the sun and his skin smooth and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

"You're absolutely gorgeous like this, Katsuki. But who said you could look at me?"

He almost feels his heart throb at the compliment. Its not just repeated truths like when people like to tell him how strong he is. No, your praise is genuine. His chest swells with pride, because your opinion actually matters to him.

Immediately he glues his eyes to the floor, bright red and biting his lip so hard he can taste the faint tang of iron.

"What do we say, boy? When we do something we're not supposed to?..."

Your prompt has him swalloweing down the lump in his throat along with his pride and he quickly apologises. Progress. Now it's your turn to feel your chest swell with pride.

"Sorry, master".

His voice is shaky but the words come out without a stutter and lacking hesitation, causing a smile to tug at your lips.

"Good boy."

Every praise you give him has his legs and arms shaking and if he had a tail it would be wagging right now, you're sure. Its not really a surprise though, since his pride and stubbornness and ego was a result of the constant praise he was given by others as a child. It makes perfect sense that he want it from you. You're his everything.

He's already sporting a hard on, and it's average in size, but god forbid you tell him that. He can keep his dignity. For now.

Its so easy to want to adore and pamper this boy to the best of your ability, but you've done that before and continue to show him this affection, now is not the time. He wants you to be mean.

He whines like a kicked puppy as you appear in front of him, only your shoes coming into his field of vision at the moment, and his breathing gets heavier. The twnt in his pants twitches obviously and a little wet patch is starting to form where pre is drooling from the tip and soaking through his briefs and his school pants. It makes him feel icky.

But it feels so good. He feels pathetic as he lets you take the reigns. He feels like he's at your mercy, and that's because he is.

"Now, was there something you wanted to say?"

Hes breathless as he rambles, finally all9wed to speak his mind and beg for you like he's needed to since last week, stuttering and stumbling on his words in an attempt to beg you for your touch.

"P-please- master, i'll be good! Please, just- touch me! 'Need you, need you- 'm so close! Just want you! Le' me touch you, please-"

You cut off his rambling with a foot to his crotch, slowly stepping on it and watching as he gasps and falls apart on the floor, just like some kind of dirty mutt. He drools and humps into the sole of your foot, which presses down mercilessly and causes shiny tears to fall down the blonde's face while you reprimand him.

"You really think you deserve to cum? After frightening your friends and hurting their feelings? After worrying me over something as insignificant as your dick, do you think you deserve it?"

He doesnt answer, too busy sobbing and begging you for more as he grinds his hips furiously against your foot, creaming his pants when you press down even harder. The stain on his pants expands and a glob of white leaks through, sitting at the tip of his still erect dick and his face is the look of pure pleasure.

You lean in to wipe up a little trail of drool as he jolts with the aftershocks of his orgasm and grinds against you to ride it out. Yet, he's still begging for more.

"P-... please... I wan' more- wanna fuck- want you, please let me-. Le' me fuck you, master, 'm sorry I was bad. 'M sorry. Please. Please, please, please... I need it-"

It's honestly difficult to understand his horny rambling but you get the gist, and with a pleased smirk you order him to sit on the bed with his back against the wall, and to get his dick out.

His cheeks go very red at your wording but he has no complaints, eager to please and be pleased as he eyes your breasts that are hidden away behind that stupid shirt. He hates that shirt for hiding you away, imagining your soft, smooth skin shining in the light as the curvature of your breasts influence his wet dreams. He moans loudly as he finally undoes his fly, his blush burning down his neck and to his chest as he sees the state of his underwear. He can't believe he came in his underwear like a virgin. That's fucking humiliating.

But it doesn't take long for him to get over it and pull out his weeping dick, the red tip shiny and swollen with neglect and abuse, his balls twitching while he tries not to stroke himself and within seconds you're crawling on top of him. He grins victoriously as you undo your shirt but he knows to keep his hands to himself until you say so, already close to cumming again when he watches slim fingers and well manicured nails undo the buttons of your shirt.

His impatience is almost getting the best of him as he convinces himself not to lunge forward and rip that damned bra off with his teeth, and he knows he did well when suddenly the bra is off and he's met with the sight of your smooth, round tits. He drools at the vision in front of him, eagerly letting you guide his hands to cup your waist and one of your breasts, a hungry, lustful look in his eye making another wave of arousal flood your panties. His reactions are instantaneous, as expected of a future hero, as he shoves his face inti your chest, moaning and praising them, telling you haw big they are, how soft they are, how good they taste, et cetera. You smile and practically purr at the better mood he's in.

He sucks loudly on one of your tits, closing his eyes and grinding his hips up against your thigh, nursing on your chest in an almost comical way, and his desperate mewls fill the silence of the room while you let him finger you. He hits your g-spot on purpose, trying to satisfy his master as best as he can while a thumb rubs at your clit, causing your legs to shake and tremble as they lay spread over his hips.

After a few more fingers you tug his hand away, hearing him whine at the loss of the warm feeling around his fingers, but he still doesnt separate from your chest as you push your panties to the side and take his dick inside of you, wet noises filling the room. You're well accustomed to the stretch of him so there's no pain, and only gasps of pleasure fill the room as your boyfriend finally gets to bury himself balls deep into your warmth.

Katsuki is incredibly vocal and his voice is hoarse and hot as fuck as he fucks into you from beneath you, muttering and purring about how good you feel.

"Fuck! So good, so, so good- pussy so tight 'round me... sucking me in. Gonna fuck you- g-gonna cum... yes! Yes, yes, yes! You're so wet, master- so good-! Ah-!"

And if you press a kiss to his forehead after a breathless chuckle he's too into it to notice, only whining like a pornstar as his balls throb, still basically attacking your clit and when you tighten up around him, pulsing against wet, heated flesh he orgasms with you. Tears run down his face and he gasps loudly, a string of spit connecting your nipple with his mouth when he cums inside of you, the fluids filling you up and leaking around where his cock is nestled perfectly inside of your soaked cunt.

His eyes are glazed over and he's deep into his subspace as he finishes, his dick throbbing inside of you, and you can't hide your smile at the endearing sight of your boyfriend falling to pieces beneath you.

As you pull away he only shivers slightly, his tongue and limbs feeling heavy with exhaustion and his mind now much more clear. He usually likes to keep you close after sex so you know not to go off and leave him in bed during aftercare, so you simply tuck him in and press yourself to his back, spooning him and massaging his lower back while he sighs contentedly, quickly falling asleep in your arms.

Hey hey hey! I hope this was as good as you hoped for and i really enjoyed writing subby bakugou, and i just had to add in some of the mommy kink in there with the tiddy sucking bc im 😭😭😭 yeah

Anyway, if you liked it lemme know, and if you wanna send a request please do <3

can wr get baku begrudgingly doing something with you (tsundere style) like skincare?

Coming right up!

I adore the idea of bkg with the full facemask and cucumbers on his eyes with a robe

He is a self care bitch all the way and you introduced him to it 😩

He owes you everything

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Bakugou x Reader- Self Care?

Its hard, being this fucking pretty. For real. Flawless skin and well manicured nails, plus nourished hair comes from hours of self care each week.

And Katsuki learns this the hard way when suddenly you're walking into his dorm room while he's studying, carrying an entire bag of products that you fully intend on using on him.

"Spa day!!"

Your voice is loud and chipper and full of love as you dump the bag to the side and embrace the stunned-silent blonde excitedly.

Lord, he's not ready for this.

"Fucking what?"

Eventually Katsuki.Exe reboots and kicks back up into action, scoffing at you as he slips his hands to your waist, giving you a pointed glare.

"Spa day!"

Katsuki's glare is ineffective, Katsuki returned to pokèball!

You remain unfazed by his harsh words and irritated mumbles, dragging him to his bed and seating him down, and a part of him makes the windows error sound as you walk into his room and scuttle around it like you fucking own the place.

But you do, really, because you own Katsuki's heart.

So his room and everything in it is yours <3

You throw a fluffy, white bathrobe at him and he catches it easily, begrudgingly admitting to himself that it is really soft agains the skin of his dry, rough palms, damaged and scarred from so many years of making explosion after explosion.

You're gonna be paying a lot of attention to those hands.

Anyway.

"Just lay back, because you have no say in this, babe. Take some time to relax. It'll be difficult getting to the number one spot if you sleep like shit and look like grease and unwashed teenager... slef care is important, Katsuki, if tou want to be the best."

"You fucking what?"

You're met with some pretty unsavoury language as a result of that but whatever, he knows you're right, and he really is grateful that you have his best interests at heart. You're constantly doing everything you can to aid him in his strive for the number one spot. If you were anyone else, he'd tell you to fuck off and die, but you're different. You're not trying to help him out of pity, or because you think you're better. You don't treat him like a child.

You just love him.

And he loves you too.

So he sighs, sucks it up, and puts on the damn bathrobe because he knows you have a point.

"You're not supposed to wear it with a full set of pyjamas on underneath..." you mutter, sweatdropping.

Nevermind.

"F-fucking-.. huh?! Just fuck off already! Im not undressing for you! What is this some kind of prank?! You filming me, you fuck?!"

After that fiasco is dealt with, katsuki is finally in the bathtobe after getting a stern whooping from you, wearing his boxers underneath and blushing as you climb on top of him, dressed the same.

Theres nothing sexual about this moment though, as you place a loving peck to his remarkably soft, bitten up lips and start to paint his face with a cleanser, taking all of the impurities from his skin and casting them away with one of your many microfibre towels, and he offhandedly wonders just how much money you've spent on this stuff.

After the cleanser comes the exfoliant, and after that comes the clay mask, and suddenly, he's blind. You've really just put fucking cucumbers on his eyes...

He doesn't complain though, because it feels good to have the very one he wants to build his entire future around massaging his face so delicately it could actually put him to sleep. He adores you, and the feeling only intensifies as his heart pounds in his chest at the feeling of your hands encasing his, exfoliating and moisturising the skin.

And if you give him a manicure while he's pretending to be asleep, he says nothing, even as you clip his cuticles and apply oil to the tips of his fingers and his nails so gently, painting them with clear nail strengthener. He feels like a pampered puppy, and he adores the feeling of your fingers running over his, now, soft and healthy looking skin.

You purr happily as he lets you preen him and clean him up, running your fingers through his scalp and his hair with a conditioner that you use frequently. It feels like you've won some kind of prize, because he would never let anyone as close as you are, and the little moans he releases are like music to your ears while you give him a scalp massage.

Once you're both rinsed clean and dry, you cant help but let him touch and caress your legs like he's just seen magic at work. Seriously, how the fuck are they so soft? Would his be like this if he shaved?? How does it feel when you have smooth legs as you lay in bed? He's heard you go on and on about how it's the "softest", "most heavenly" feeling in the world, but how true is that? Should he try???

Life's not worth living if you can't make Katsuki doubt everything he's ever known.

He's so adorable as he tries to wrap his head around the feeling of shaved legs, his brows furroed and his eyes trained intently on each pore, each freckle, each bruise...

And you say nothing when Katsuki drags you back to his room the same time next month to do the exact same thing again, relishing in his self care with you. You're not surprised either when he paints your nails for you expertly, the little pigtails you put in his hair spiking out like little blonde explosions behind a plain black headband.

GUYS IM BACK AFTER A LONG, 2 YEAR HIATUS

And i am doing requests so pls pls pls send me some cus im in the mood to write baes 😋

Am currently taking requests for mainly mha/bnha because i am stuck in an obsession with it atm

I will write for aizawa (i mainly like to write platonic fluff with like a sad student reader or something though) but ill write smut too (just not with a student 💀

I will also write for shinso, denki, katsuki, izuku, todoroki and iida

I also prefer angst with a happy ending, i wont do x dead reader because i just dont have the heart 😧

But plsplspls gimme some random requests to do and ill have fun with them <3

I can also write for yu yu hakusho and bleach! Dont hold out on requests please, i want to be absolutely flooded with them! 😍