Hi! May I Request A Scenario Where Bakugo Is Helping His S/o With Homework, And He Keeps Yelling At Her

Time to fuckin sob wtf

We had to make an intro for my motion graphics class so I did the DDLC intro!

Casually Touching You

Whenever you were around Bakugou’s general vicinity, he couldn’t help but automatically put his hands on you. 

His hands found your waist to guide you around the room. 

His hands found your hair to flick something away from it. 

His hands covered your ears when you almost overheard Kirishima and the boys outing Bakugou’s feelings for you. 

The boy moved in orbit around you. You were his personal supply of stomach butterflies and the boy built an addiction to it. 

Thus, the Bakusquad christened you with a very special nickname: ‘Bakumagnet’. 

(Wanted to try writing shorter drabbles for a change because I have a lot of long chapters in the works. Also note to self this post breaks in the tags)

smut, 18+, mdni

nasty!toji who spits on your pussy while eating you out just to watch it slide down your puffy folds until it dips to your entrance. shoving his tongue inside your hole and fucking his saliva deeper inside, chuckling against you when he feels you clench around his hot tongue. “you like that, sweetheart?” words hot and thick against your sticky cunt.

toji gets impatient with not having an answer and pulls away just to spank your pussy. “asked you a question,” he barks in a sharp tone, catching your attention. you immediately squeal, voice breaking with a “y-yes! oh god, i love it, toji!” you can barely make out a muffled, “good girl” before he’s spreading your folds open wide, watching as you blossom pink and flushed for him before licking up your slit and sucking your clit directly into his mouth.

nasty!toji who lets his tongue wander when he’s going down on you, slipping inside your ass and feeling your pussy clench around his fingers that are still stuffing your cunt full. “quit squirmin’, mama,” he pulls his fingers out, coated in your slick, just to meanly slap your pussy twice before spreading your thighs further.

his tongue licking around your puckered hole, the one no one’s touched, “gonna let me be your first doll? want me to fill you up the way no man ever has?” his voice deep and rough, eyes flaring with something possessive, getting off on corrupting you.

nasty!toji who fucks you hard just to see you squirt on his chest. his thrusts are nothing short of cruel, swollen tip pushing against your abused g spot over and over again. you feel the pressure building, your thighs threatening to close from the intense feeling but toji won’t have it.

no, his calloused palms are shoving your legs apart and driving his hips even harder into the same spot. you try to warn him, voice wavering with each rough crash of his pelvis against your ass, but he only presses his hand down on your lower stomach, amplifying the sensation until you finally spray.

his chest is glistening from your gushing pussy and you feel a wave of embarrassment knowing you’re the direct cause for the sheen on his abs. before you can think too much about it, toji’s pulling out and diving face first into your cunt.

he licks at your folds, thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your juices continue to flood his face despite you trying your hardest to make it stop. he runs his face back and forth across your silky skin and groans hoarsely, basking in your taste as he shoves his tongue inside your pussy.

“toji!! s’ too much—fuck!” you cry out, muscles giving out as you try to push his head away. he pulls his head back only to spit on your pussy, giving her two more rushed licks before sitting up on his knees once more, stroking his cock and fucking you right back in the same rhythm, a dirty combination of slick and squirt decorating the lower half of his face, coating his lips and that damn scar you love so much.

nasty!toji who fucks you in missionary just to watch you cry. the way he rams his cock into you is nothing short of mean, his eyes half lidded in lust and his fingers intertwined with your own as he holds them above your head. you’re rendered helpless, forced to take every rough thrust of his hips even when it’s too much. your cunt begins clenching around him too tight, the slight pain that the stretch of his fat cock gives you growing more intense with each relentless thrust.

you can’t even help the big tears welling up in your lash line or your bottom lip quivering as you begin to pout at him. “t-toji, it’s too deep. fuck, you’re too deep!” you begin to whine out, head turning back and forth against the plush pillow, body being run for all its worth and feeling the twitches throughout your frame in an unfamiliar pattern—you’re at your limit. and he’s still not through.

“just gotta make sure i get all of it, you know this, ma,” his nose is dragging along the column of your throat, his balls slapping wetly against your ass as he ensures every inch of his cock is snug inside your overstimulated pussy. your eyes shut and the tears begin to fall, your heels digging into the dip of his spine to pull him even deeper, body conflicting itself and somehow still begging for more.

“there she is, that’s—shit—that’s my good girl,” he praises once he feels you pulling him in even closer, head pulling back to look you in the eyes before flattening his tongue against your jaw, licking all the way up your cheek and savoring the salty taste of your tears.

“taste so sweet when you’re cryin’ for it. this poor little pussy can’t get enough even with all your whinin’,” his words are punctuated with a rumbly chuckle before he begins lapping at the opposite side of your face. his wet tongue moves slowly across your skin, the humiliation causing soft sobs to fall from your swollen lips but his hips never stop moving. his leaky tip rams against your cervix with each thrust while he presses a wet kiss to the corner of your eye. “so pretty when you cry, just makes me wanna fuck a baby into ‘ya.”

nasty!toji who can’t help himself from eating his own cum out of your pussy. he’d long since lost count of how many times he felt your cunt flutter around him, coming over and over from his insatiable desire to fuck you for all he’s worth. he didn’t give you time to recover after an orgasm, and if you’re honest, you can’t be sure you can tell the difference between one ending and the next one washing over your overstimulated body.

toji had inhumane stamina and sex happened to be one of the places it showcases the best. he can go for hours, never getting bored of your broken moans ringing through his ears or that frothy ring of your cum that coats the base of his dick. but when he does finally come, it doesn’t mean he’s anywhere close to being done with you.

nasty!toji fills you with so much of his cum that it can’t possibly all fit inside of your poor, abused pussy. it spills out even with him still driving his hips forward to push it deeper, making a mess of your thighs and his heavy balls as it overflows. toji simply doesn’t care and groans out in a raspy tone as he feels his orgasm last longer than normal, his cock somehow still filling you with more of his hot, sticky load.

when he eventually pulls out, he’s immediately dropping to his stomach and pushing the backs of your thighs towards your chest. you’ve never looked so messy before, he’s sure of it, as he licks up the thick stream of white pouring out of your sloppy folds. his eyes shut as he revels in the taste of your combined cum, bumping your clit with his nose while his tongue laps at your quivering entrance as he cleans up the mess he made of you.

Happy anniversary to Dabi’s reveal as Touya in the manga back in 2020 which broke the internet and even surpassed the US elections 🤭

You just had to be there 🙏🏻 this is the power this man holds and he is not even real

Bunny Izuku deserves a little kiss. As a treat.

yes, he's such a sweetie

Imagining holding bunny!izu in bed, it's lazy slow day where you have nothing to do and can just lie down with your baby. Izukus head is being squished by your arms as you lazy twirl your fingers in his fluffy head, letting your finger get caught in one of his many frizzy curls.

Occasionally when you laugh you scratch his head with a smile on your face from whatever was on TV, his foot patting and kicking against the bed when you scratch that one spot behind his ear just right. Both of his ears go down at the blissful feeling. A small huff leaving him as his nose twitches.

Sometimes you watch him closely and see the way he looks at TV, he's a curious little thing and sometimes you wonder what all can he really understand. It's not like he does much learning. He reads, and he can talk. That's pretty interesting for a hybrid from the woods. You take a long look at him and see the way he blinks oddly. One eye closing before the other one does too

It completely caught you off guard. Does he always blink like this? Was it just him being extremely relaxed??? Is this a normal thing?? Your mind just asked so many questions causing you to giggle. The sweet noise making his ear twitch towards you as he slowly strains to turn his head from your tight hold to look at you.

He looks at you and blinks normally, batting his lashes at you as if he were asking you something. you seen his nose twitch and his eyes search your face, those stupid big beautiful eyes. He was such a handsome little... big thing.

Suddenly you got a rush of cuteness aggression. No words were said as you hold him tighter and messily kiss all over him. He whined and tried to move from your grasp at first due to being startled before he immediately relaxed as you kissed his nose. It was wild to think he got stunned or in some sort of trance when you kissed or even booped his nose. Cute little factor about izuku you suppose.

You plant one last kiss in between his eyes, you see the way they slightly crossed to look at the spot you planted a kiss. His ears immediately flopping down to both side of his head, his small fluffy tail wagging and he just scooted closer to you.

He's a little lovesick idiot.

Please , one where Reader and Jake wanted to take things slow by dry humping

(I might actually go crazy)

hot. I need this man so bad it’s NOT even funny do not play with me anymore.

⚠️ smut (mdni), dry humping, curse words, cumming in pants, nerd!jake x popular reader ✉️ wc. 1043

Jake’s glasses slide down the bridge of his nose again, and you watch him push them back up with a quiet sigh. His pencil moves quickly, writing numbers and formulas like he’s actually enjoying this. You, on the other hand, are five seconds from throwing your textbook out the window.

You flop back onto your bed with a groan. “Jake. I’m dying. I can feel my brain leaking out of my ears.”

He doesn’t look up. “You said you needed help with derivatives.”

“I said I needed you. Not math.”

That gets his attention. He blinks up at you, cheeks already turning pink before he even opens his mouth.

“I—uh—I mean, we haven’t gone over limits yet, and I thought maybe we could…” He trails off as you crawl off the bed and settle right into his lap, legs straddling his thighs.

“Can’t we take a break?” you murmur, resting your hands on his shoulders.

Jake goes still. His hands hover in the air like he doesn’t know what to do with them, and his eyes dart everywhere but your face. “You—um—this is… kinda a lot.”

You tilt your head. “Do you want me to move?”

“No!” he blurts, then clears his throat. “I mean—no. You’re okay. I just… you know I’m not really good at this.”

“I know,” you whisper, brushing your fingers through his hair. “And I like that about you.”

His ears turn red. “You do?”

“Mhm.” You shift slightly, and he sucks in a quiet breath. You feel the way his thighs tense beneath you, how his hands finally settle on your hips, hesitant but there. “I like how you’re always so focused. I like how you think too much. I like that you didn’t try to kiss me until I made the first move.”

He lets out a shaky laugh, eyes finally meeting yours. “You’re really not helping me focus, you know.”

“That’s kinda the point.”

He swallows hard, and you can feel the way his breath hitches when you lean in closer, noses brushing. He’s nervous—you can see it in the way his lashes flutter, the way his fingers curl slightly into your waist—but he’s not pulling away.

“Do you want to stop?” you ask softly.

He hesitates. “No. I just… can we go slow?”

You smile. “Of course.”

And when you kiss him, it’s gentler than usual. Slower. But you feel him lean into it this time, like he’s starting to want more too.

You pull back just enough to catch your breath, your fingers trailing along his jaw. His cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from your kiss, and when you look at him, his breath is shallow, eyes wide with the mix of confusion and desire that’s clearly taking over him. There’s a tension in the air, thick with anticipation, but also the weight of hesitation.

“I like being close to you like this,” you whisper, your voice barely a breath against his lips. His chest rises and falls under your touch, and you can feel how fast his heartbeat is through his shirt. Your hands drop from his face, trailing down his chest to his waist, where your fingers brush against the waistband of his jeans. His body stiffens beneath you at the contact, and you smirk, feeling the subtle shift beneath your own body.

You pull him closer, your hips pressing into his, and the instant friction between you two makes you both freeze for just a moment. It’s so slight, but the pressure is undeniable—the way his body reacts to yours. You feel him—hard, firm against your thigh, and the realization hits you like a jolt. He’s reacting to you, and even though he’s still hesitant, you can see the battle in his eyes. He’s not pulling away, and that’s enough to make you want more.

“I think we should stop,” Jake whispers, his voice trembling just slightly. “I—I’m not sure…”

But before he can finish, you grind against him—slow, deliberate, and enough to make his breath hitch. The feeling of him pressing against you makes everything inside you ignite. You throw your head back, your manicured fingers tangled in his hair as you feel the heat in your core grow. You’re not sure if it’s the way his body is reacting to you or the fact that he’s still holding back, but it makes you want to push him further, to see how much more he’ll give you.

His grip on your waist tightens immediately, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of your shirt, pulling you even closer. His head tilts back slightly, and you notice the way his chest rises faster, as if he’s trying to regain control, but it’s clear he’s losing it. The way his body tenses and the heat radiating from him—he’s not immune to this, not by a long shot. 

You can feel it—the unmistakable pressure, the hard length pressing against your hip. It’s not subtle, not when it’s this close. He’s reacting, and you can feel it against you, his body betraying the hesitance in his voice. It makes your heart race, knowing that despite everything, he’s still here, still with you.

“Jake,” you whimpered, your lips brushing against his ear as you move against him again, this time a little more firmly. You can feel him his cock twitch under you, and the sound he makes—low and almost broken—sends a rush of heat through your own body. You bite your lip, resisting the urge to moan yourself. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to feel good, you know?”

His breath hitches again, and you see his hands tremble on your hips. He’s still holding back, still unsure, but the way his body moves against yours is enough of a confirmation. You press down again, this time with more force, feeling him hard against your stomach. It’s there, unmistakable, and you can’t ignore the way your body reacts to it.

You watch him closely as you move, his chest heaving, his eyes flickering between you and the space between you. His body reacts to yours in ways that make it clear he’s trying to keep his composure, but you feel his control slipping more with each press of your hips against his. It’s a slow build, but it’s building, and it’s all-consuming.

He shifts beneath you, his hands sliding from your waist to your back, pulling you closer as his hips jerk upward slightly. It’s subtle at first, but then he does it again—slow, hesitant, but more purposeful this time. You gasp, and the movement sends a shock of warmth through you, a tingle spreading throughout your body.

You can’t hold back anymore. You rock your hips harder, pressing your body fully against his, and the feeling of him—so hard against you, so real—makes everything inside of you ignite. His breath catches in his throat, his hands gripping your back like he’s trying to anchor himself to you. The pressure builds, and you feel a wave of heat between your legs, the undeniable ache growing stronger.

Jake groans, low and guttural, his hands now firm on your hips, urging you on. His body is moving with yours now, the rhythm slow and deliberate, and you can feel every inch of him as he shifts beneath you. It’s like a slow burn, building little by little, until the tension is unbearable. You can’t help but move against him, faster, harder, chasing the feeling that’s building between you both.

His breath is ragged now, and you can see the way his chest rises and falls with the effort of holding himself together. His hands are sliding down, fingers skimming the fabric of your jeans, and for a moment, you think he might pull away, but instead, he pulls you closer, grinding into you with more urgency. His lips find yours again, desperate and hungry, as the pressure between your bodies intensifies.

You feel the tension in him now, the way his body stiffens, the way his breath hitches in his chest as he tries to control himself. But there’s no holding back now. His hips move faster, and you feel it—his release building, the pressure in his body mounting with each movement.

You can feel Jake’s breath shallow against your lips as his hands grip your hips tighter, urging you to move against him with more urgency. His body is reacting to yours in ways that make your heart race. You press your hips down, the friction between you two building the tension higher, and with every movement, you feel him grow harder beneath you.

“Oh gosh—I’m gonna cum” you breathe out, your lips brushing his as you continue to move against him, your body pulsing with the rhythm. You can feel his restraint slipping, the control he’s been trying to hold onto fading with each second.

His eyes darken, the mix of hesitation and desire clear in his gaze. “Fuck, YN…” His voice is strained, almost desperate. He’s trying to keep it together, but the way his hips snap up against yours says otherwise. “I—fuck, I can’t—”

Before he can finish, you rock your hips against him one more time, and that’s all it takes. His body stiffens, a low groan escaping his throat as he cums inside his pants, warm sticky liquid spilling everywhere. Your eyes roll back as you feel the warmth through the fabric of your clothes from your orgasm, the tension breaking between you both, leaving you breathless and tangled together.

For a moment, the room is quiet, just the sound of your breathing filling the air. Jake’s hands are still gripping your waist, holding you close, as if he doesn’t want to let go.

“You okay?” you whisper, your chest rising and falling with each breath. You’re still pressed against him, his body still warm beneath you.

Jake looks up at you, a mix of surprise and satisfaction in his eyes. “Yeah…” His voice is rough, the words heavy with the aftermath of everything that just happened. He gives a soft laugh, shaking his head. “That was… unexpected.”

You smile softly, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. “I told you… we could take it slow.”

Jake smirks, pulling you in for one last kiss, this one slow and lingering. “Slow… but not that slow,” he mutters against your lips.

i have an idea!! could you write something about sukuna taking babykuna to her first daddy daughter dance? 🥹

oh this made my heart soft.....thank you for requesting <3

it wasn’t often that sukuna did things quietly. he was a man of big gestures, loud proclamations, and—if the mood struck—petty celebrations just to rub in a victory. but this was different.

it started when babykuna saw you and sukuna dancing in the kitchen one evening. you weren’t doing anything extravagant, just swaying to the soft hum of music playing from your speaker. sukuna had one arm around your waist, his fingers lazily tracing shapes on your back, and babykuna watched from the hallway, eyes wide with interest.

the next day, it happened. sukuna had just gotten home when babykuna marched up to him, very serious.

“papa.”

he looked down. “yo.”

she huffed. “we must dance.”

sukuna blinked. “…we must?”

“yes.”

a pause. then he smirked. “you tryna challenge me, kid?”

babykuna narrowed her eyes. “no.” she pointed very dramatically. “you must dance with me. like how you do with mama.”

ah.

so that’s how sukuna found himself in the living room, with the lights dimmed, holding his daughter in his arms as ‘cariño’ by the marías played softly in the background. babykuna, dressed in her favorite pajamas, scrunched up her face in deep concentration, her tiny hands clutching onto his much larger ones, trying to mimic how she’d seen you dance with him.

sukuna, at first, played along with mock seriousness, humming the tune as he swayed them gently. but then, somewhere between her little giggles and her determined little frown, his expression shifted— from amusement to softness.

he was dancing with his little girl. his baby. and one day, she wouldn’t be this small anymore.

nearby, mr. pickles the maine coon and baby the orange tabby were sitting still, watching the scene unfold. mr. pickles, ever the wise old man, was probably contemplating the fleeting nature of time. baby, however, was staring blankly ahead, absolutely void of thought.

and you were standing in the doorway, watching them, clutching a kitchen towel like it could physically hold in your emotions. because, damn it, if you didn’t feel like crying.

sukuna caught your eye. his signature smirk softened into something quieter, something fond. and then, with babykuna still in his arms, he tilted his head towards you, offering a silent invitation. your feet moved before you could even think. before you knew it, you were joining them, swaying together in the middle of your home, the warmth of your family pressed close.

and for once, sukuna wasn’t the loudest thing in the room. for once, he let the moment speak for itself.

Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck

he's gonna act super cute