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*Shuu sighs* I'm running out of Dadzawa ideas. -Shuu

😭😭😭 thats it. Its officially the end of the world as we know it. Planes are cascading down to the ground and skyscrapers are collapsing.

You sit in your house scared and alone as a mass of zombies claw at your door because suddenly, dadzawa inspiration is gone and its taken the light and hope in the world with it. 🛐

Okay yall as youre reading this im boutta clean the whole house and take some fatass nap and hope to the lord jesus christ that i wake up with some miraculous 1729747494 tumblr notifications in 6 hours 💀💀

Yall it is 9AM and it's my bed time i really on some raccoon shit

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:))

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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

Baku x reader - watches reader WHOOP ASS during training or in battle and relizes hes fallen for them.

baku gives me vibes of ass beating couple lmfao

PAKJSJNDND yeah watch how he falls in love with the most violent display of rage like "girl you speaking my language rn fr fr 😩"

Your resident power couple <3

And now ive got a name for this ficlet gosh im just so smart 😩

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Bakugo x Violent!Reader - Speaking my language

You're halfway through a particularly testing battle with todoroki, his eyes staring straight into your soul as he freezes every boulder you throw his way, putting a stop to any of your attacks before they can even get close. You can't even use your quirk to move the ground below him because he's just skating around on his ice like a fucking Disney Princess!

"Hey, Elsa, maybe if you stopped being a fucking coward, this match wouldn't be so boring for you! Stop skating! This isnt mother-fucking Winter Wonderland!!"

Your cussing only entices laughter from the bakusquad and frosty the snowman doesnt even pay you any damn attention whatsoever. He is starting to get on your last nerve.

Usually you're a more agreeable person, more of a doormat than anything because you don't like the thought of driving people away with boundaries, so it makes absolutely no sense when you snap and start cussing at the poor guy when all he's doing is fighting you under the instruction of Aizawa Sensei.

All of your classmates in 1-A are confused and a little scared, iida and izuku horrified by your sudden change in mood.

But you can't help but be absolutely infuriated as this bastard prances around in front of you like you're not even here! It's so frustrating and within barely half a minute you're absolutely fumin, red in the face and eyes narrowed in a glare that could pierce iron.

"You... You asshole! Absolute dickmuncher- you can suck my dick you fuckin' tide-pod looking ass, donkey feet lookin' ass, white crocs wearing, big-toe sucking, 'let it go' looking ass fuckface! DIE!"

In a blind rage, you throw every last insult you have at his face, along with a barrage of boulders made from the fighting ring you're supposed to be actually fighting on instead of using it for ammo.

Kirishima, Mina and Denki have just choked on their snorts and died together, meanwhile Izuku, Iida hide their faces in embarrassment and disappointment. Bakugou, however, has hearts in his eyes and a light blush on his face when he hears the string of curses and the powerful barrage of earth and rock, courtesy of your quirk, which had stunned the poor boy and allowed enough time for you to make a wild dash towards Todoroki and knock him out cold before he regain his bearings.

All you saw was red suring that fight so you may have gone a little overboard but the littlw shit deserved it. How dare he inconvenience you like that. The nerve.

Todoroki lays knocked out in a crumpled heap on the floor while you stand over him, panting and glaring at him while sweat drips down your face from all the running you had to do to avoid his attacks.

Katsuki watches in a daze as you win the match against that asshole, getting up clumsily to follow you when you stumble and limp away with a sour expression.

He might be in love.

You just kicked IcyHot's ass in a way that was so raw and full of power just like he wanted to, and the explosions of dirt and sand and wind when your boulders crashed into Shouto's ice attracted his eyes and attention much like the violence in your combat style.

When he finally reached you and saw you limping up ahead of him he called out to you awkwardly, still being his usual tsundere self when he speaks.

"Hey!- uh-... i-... fuckin'... -you were good out there. Against that asshole IcyHot... he deserved the shit you knocked out of him..."

You look back in confusion at the sound of Bakugou's voice, wondering if mayne he was talking to someone else until he locks eyes with you, a faint blush at his cheeks. You couldnt control the way your stomach swirled and yoir chest felt constricted, Katsuki just came to fucking complement you. What the hell? Is this a dream?? Fuck yeah.

You smile up at him, laughing and aggreeing until you stagger a little, falling to your knees. The blonde clicks his tongue at you as you fall, hooking your arm around his shoulders and helping you walk ehile you wonder if this might be the beginning of a budding relationship, Katsukis mind wandering to the realisation that he's holding you and blushing a deep red.

"Tch. Come on, dumbass. Time to see recovery girl."

Ta daa! I hope this was long enough and was along the lines of what you wanted! Thank you sm for the request i thought it was really fun to write- especially when i just got to roast poor todoroki like sunday dinner 😭😭

Aizawa x Student reader platonic

-Shuu

Okay! Thank you for specifying lol! I hope this is as good as you hoped it would be :)

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Warning: mentions of disordered eating...

Aizawa x Student!Reader (Platonic)- Only Rice?

You werent really eating. At least not as far as Aizawa could tell. He'd had his eye on you for a while now, first noticing your rather strange behaviour during lunch break when you sat on your own and didnt eat anything except for plain rice.

He found it peculiar that you would eat so little during your break, and it didn't help when all you wore were baggy clothes. He couldn't help but find it suspicious, but he hadnt said anything until one day you didnt eat altogether, worrying him greatly.

All you ever ate was plain white rice, and he never saw you eat anything else, and the way that your baggy clothes dwarfed your short, thin form made you seem much smaller than everyone else. His eyebrows furrowed in worry as he wandered away to see Present Mic and All Might, wondering what they would have to say about his suspicions.

Meanwhile, you sit at a table in the corner of the lunch room playing subway surfers on your phone, completely oblivious to the way aizawa is worrying over you. You had stupidly left your lunch at the dorms on the kitchen side and you couldnt muffle your mournful sigh, having really been craving rice for the past month.

It's another silly food obsession that will be replaced with something else any time now, you're sure, since you often go through phazes of craving your favourite food, only to then get bored of it and become obsessed with something else instead. This time, it was white rice. Boring, but so fluffy and sweet that you could literally cry if you tasted it again.

But alas, it sits on the counter a few buildings away because of your forgetfulness, and you just can't be bothered to go and get it. Curse your scatterbrain.

Once lunch finishes and the lesson after it ends you breath a sigh of relief, puffing out your cheeks like a hamster and readying yourself to leave when suddenly you hear Aizawa call your name with a troubled look on his face.

Oh oh. Aizawa Sensei never looks troubled. This spells bad luck. You fidget with the sleeves of your oversized school shirt, about to start rambling out random apologies for minor offenses like not replacing the toilet roll and using the last of the butter in the dormitory fridge until he clears his throat, waiting for the last of the stragglers in the class to leave.

"(-), I'm... worried about you. Answer me truthfully. I will know if you're lying. As your teachwr, I'm here for you and you can confide in me for any of your problems. I want to help you, but to do that, i need to know what's wrong..."

He pauses, his tone sounding heavy and full of genuine concern, which is rare even in worse circumstances.

"When was the last time you ate something?"

Your breath hitches and you blink in confusion, having not expected that question at all and doing a bit of a double take as he stares down into your soul.

You respond with a visibly confused expression, making Aizawa wonder what might be going through your head. Maybe you don't realise there's something a little concerning about your eating habits?

"Uh-... t-this morning? Why? Whats wrong? Have i been poisoned?!..."

Aizawa sweat-drops a little at your forwardness, though he is at least a little glad that you've apparently eaten this morning.

"Calm down, no, you haven't been poisoned. But- why didnt you eat at lunch? I only ever see you eat the bare minimum. And, frankly... I think you're suffering because of it. You seem very-... thin- lately..."

He hesitates to comment on your appearance, but he is genuinely very worried about you, since he came to the conclusion that you have some kind of eating disorder, and he know all about how dangerous the effects of these disorders can be.

You stare up at him in shock, your eyes widening as you finally realise what's going on, relief flooding your face.

"Wha-?... OH-! Ohhhh-... that makes sense now- listen, i know it looks weird, but please believe me, Sensei, when i say that i'm actually doing very fine. I just left my lunch in the kitchen this morning on accidwnt and uh-... might've been a little too lazy to go and get it..."

The conversation continues a lot like this, with Aizawa giving you a suspicious stare as you defend tour strange behavious, only now realising just how strange they are now that you're being called out. Oops.

Eventually you compromise with your poor, worried Sensei, offering to go and get your lunch now and eat it in front of him, and you both settle on that, the old man feeling a little better and more assured that you're not suffering all alone.

By the time you actually do manage to finish your food Aizawa Sensei is quite a bit more assured of your wellbeing, while you convince him that you're actually quite normal in size since you've always been kind of small. Though the conversation diverts to the clothes that shroud your form, and just maybe you let slip to Aizawa the fact that you only wear loose clothes because Mineta makes you feel really uncomfortable. But you only tell him that because he gives off very safe, parental energy, and you feel comfortable talking about it with him.

And just maybe he is silently fuming when you mention that it's not just you who feels genuinely unsettled by his presence, but it is in fact all of the girls in 1-A that feel this way.

Nobody knows where Mineta Minoru is the next morning, and nobody really wants to ask. And when the school cafeterias added plain white rice as a dish to be served on its own, along with a few other class favourites, noone thinks anything of it. But you do. And when your smile is a little brighter the next time your eyes meet your Sensei's, he feels acomplished as a teacher.

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