TOO GOOD BRO

GOD, i love chubby y/n being completely oblivious to how desperate their fav is for them like y/n is like "idk if they like me :/" while their fav is jerking off daily imagining their body bouncing on top of theirs and the delicious moans they would make :(

fuck a neck kiss i need my pussy in bakugou’s mouth 😞

:( bakugou just loves eating your pussy i’ll cry!!! he just comes home from work, maybe he’s had a shit day and he’s like “sit on my fuckin’ face.” grabbing you by the ass and putting his loud mouth to use— slurping on your folds provides him with stress release !!!! your moans like a little lullaby to him when he licks along the length of your slit, pushes your juices back into your hole with the tip of his tongue !!! katsuki is such a messy eater, pulls away from your cunt to show you his glistening cheeks and how happy he is to be between your shaky legs

YOU GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR THE INACTIVITY BUT TYSM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT?? SO MANY NEW FOLLOWERS OMGHWBHWVDBD! AND OVER 2K LIKES ON MUSCLES? THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! MORE TO COME SOON <33

Hi!! Would love to ask for a request for Bakugou comfort with cuddles under the moonlight.

For quiet,shy reader,that doesn't sees hope in the future and beauty on herself.

Thank you ♥️

I guess this is set in their days at UA, I’m thinking at the end of their third year. I’m sorry this took a while, I’ve been trying to work from the oldest to towards the newer ones, at least mostly. I feel like this turned out okay, even if not exactly as you asked

You had snuck out of your dorms to meet Bakugou in the clearing behind his dorm building. The clearing was surrounded by tall trees, but since it was a full moon, it wasn’t dark. You peeked your head out from behind a tree to see if Bakugou was already there. He was sitting almost in the middle of the clearing and looking up at the sky.

You tried to sneak up on him, but somehow he noticed your presence and turned his head in your direction.

“Oh come on. Do you have superhuman senses or something?” you complained playfully and stood behind him with your hands on his shoulders.

“Fuck yeah I do” he smirked. “Sorry I’ve been so damn busy. We’re graduating soon so the exams are a bother, on top of the internship too”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it” you said, but Bakugou could detect a hint of annoyance in your voice.

“You okay? You seem peeved about something” he asked, tilting his head back to look at you.

“It’s just… Do you think we’ll be together after we graduate? I mean, you’re gonna have your career as a hero, and I don’t even know what the hell I’m gonna do with my life yet. I probably wanna go to college, but it might be a bit hard with my grades, and I don’t want to be a burden to you either” you rambled and started pacing back and forth in front of him.

“First of all wow. Second of all, what the fuck are you going on about?” Bakugou asked with a weirded out look on his face.

“You know what I mean. I’m sure you don’t want someone like me for a partner, I’m a failure” you said, still pacing.

Bakugou grabbed you by your wrist, and basically yanked you down so you stumbled into his lap. He embraced you tightly, before loosening his grip to look at you with a very serious expression.

“I have no fuckin idea where you’re getting this whole ‘failure’ bullshit, but if I’ve ever given you the impression I think like that about you, I’m so fuckin sorry” he said.

“It’s not coming from you. It’s just… I don’t want you to have any regrets about me in the future” you said, not looking him in the eyes.

“Love, if you think I could ever regret being with the person I love the most in this whole fuckin world, you’re crazy” he growled, but the look in his eyes was soft.

“You’re sure?” you asked.

“Yes” he nodded.

You weren’t really used to someone being such a permanent fixture in your life. You usually felt like everyone just passed you by in life, never staying, and it often made you wonder if there was something wrong with you. Bakugou was different, he’d been there for you since you met in your first year at UA and you hoped the two of you would be together for as long as life allowed.

“I know that face, what are you thinking about?” he asked.

“I know this might sound a bit naive, but I hope we’ll be together as long as we live” you smiled.

“I’ll love you for the rest of my life, you can count on that” Bakugou said and placed a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

You didn’t feel so bad anymore, there was hope for the future after all, especially as long as Bakugou was by your side.

sorry yall im like fucking depresed or some shit 

i love haikyuu i wish volleyball was real :(

|♡|  Favorite Creators! |♡|

Here are some of my favorite authors on Tumblr! This is in no particular order and I just want to showcase some people who I reference a lot, gain inspiration from, or have played a huge part on my page! ALL TUMBLR AUTHORS HAVE MY HEART ♡ (⇀ 3 ↼)

@mushymushrxom​ - Skyler (^˵◕ω◕˵^)

This is the first person I started talking to on Tumblr! She means a whole lot to me, always so kind and encouraging when it came to me starting posting! I really enjoy her content, I love monsters and she is always so open to my ideas and request! Such variety and openness is hard for me to find. 100% recommend. 

@katscki​ - Amelia (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

Another one of the first people I started talking to on Tumblr! I sent her a message once and I am not gonna lie I was scared because I thought she’d be too important to talk to me but oh how I was wrong! Very supportive of me and shares my love of Bakugo, all her posts are so sweet and make my heart warm! 100% recommend.

@yuujispinkhair​ - Winter (*♡∀♡)

I was a silent fan of Winter’s page for the longest and only recently started interacting, but oh my god how interactive and friendly they are! She is always quick to respond to comments and asks and I strive to be as good of a writer as her. Love all their posts, but I can’t lie when I say I don’t have my favorites that I re-read when I am craving some Yuuji content. Perfect mix of sex and love. 100% recommend. 

@21-06-1996​​ - Rekha  (⁀ᗢ⁀)

Rekha is another one of those accounts where I was worried she was too important to talk but I was wrong! We’ve had minimal interactions but they all have been very pleasant. She posts often about a verity of characters and has superb writing skills.  100% recommend.

@libidinous-weeb​ - Lee (☆▽☆)

Lee is very sweet to me and is so friendly. They deserve more interaction and love on their page! I love how much they bring to my attention how I could make my writing more inclusive to everyone, it is feedback I value and appreciate. They are also very talented and I look forward to all their posts.  100% recommend.

MORE TO COME SOON...!

You tell tattoo artist Bakugou that you don't care what design you get inked into your skin you just want something in your collar bone.

So he tattoos his name in kanji and you can't read a lick of it but it looks good

IN LOVE IM SO IN LOVE HOLY SHIT

Comfort from the King

When you catch the flu, your Yakuza husband is there to take care of you.

Pairing: Yakuza!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: Mentions of flu symptoms, crime-related themes, Yakuza, there is some blood on Sukuna's clothes. All characters are of age. My blog is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This story is set in my Yakuza AU, but you can read it without reading the main story. All you need to know is that reader is married to Yakuza King Sukuna.

I wrote this for a request I got for Yakuza!Sukuna taking care of his wife when she is sick. I hope it can offer you some comfort! Get well soon! 

It happens pretty fast. Suddenly you feel dizzy and too hot, and an hour later a dull headache makes your head pound uncomfortably. The short nap you take on the couch doesn't help. You feel even more drowsy afterwards. You barely make it to the kitchen to get some aspirin and water.

A temperature check tells you that you have a fever. Great. Just great. You caught the flu, apparently. You slowly walk to the master bedroom, falling onto the luxurious bed with a pained sigh. All you want to do is sleep.

For a moment, you contemplate texting someone. Your first thought is Sukuna, of course. But you know that your husband has a lot of work today. He told you this morning that he has some important business in the casino.

You could also ask your bodyguard Nobara to come over. Or maybe Yuuji, your brother-in-law. But on the other hand, they have other things to do too. Nobara was happy about the free day and wanted to go on a shopping spree. And Yuuji has a lot of work with his arcades and pachinkos and the pizza delivery service too. You would feel bad about bothering them.

So you put your phone back down and tell yourself that you'll be fine. Sleep will have to do!

Several hours later, you wake up from a restless sleep filled with fever dreams. Your pulse is racing, you feel dizzy, and the headache is back, even worse than before. But you feel too weak to get up and get more painkillers.

You groan as you roll onto your left side and press your burning face onto your pillow, hoping that the silk bedding will provide some comfort.

It's already dark outside. The city lights sparkle in the near distance, a million little lights in countless skyscrapers, joined by neon signs and the busy Tokyo traffic.

Usually, you love this time of day, when the city turns into this colorful sea of lights. But tonight, you can't see the beauty in it. Instead, the lights hurt your eyes, and you turn back onto your right side, facing away from the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The penthouse lies in darkness, except for the dim lights in the hallway, which buzzed to life when the light sensors noticed the growing darkness. It's completely quiet in here. How late is it?

Your hand pats weakly at the pillow in search of your phone. You find it and lift it with a shaky hand. Almost 8:00 pm. You slept so long, yet you feel like you ran a marathon. Your whole body aches, and you feel cold sweat on your temples. The fever must have gotten higher. You are so cold, your body is trembling slightly and your teeth chatter as you pull the blanket tighter around yourself.

A sudden longing hits you, making tears gather in your eyes. You want Sukuna here with you. You feel so sick, so weak, and all you want is for your big and strong husband to pull you into his arms and hold you.

Just as you finish that thought, you hear the faint sound of the elevator door opening. Sukuna is home! Almost as if he sensed that you were thinking of him. Sometimes you think he has some secret superpower like that. He always seems to know when you need him.

His velvety voice calls out:

"Darling, I'm home! Where are you?"

"H...here...in the bedroom."

Your voice comes out hoarsely, followed by an immediate cough. You press a hand to your chest as your whole body shakes from coughing so hard when your husband's familiar tall and muscular figure appears in the dimly lit doorframe.

"What's wrong? Why are you in bed?"

Even in the almost dark room, you can see his eyes sparkle as he fixes you with an intense, searching gaze.

A second later, he crosses the small distance between the door and the bed with several long strides. The mattress dips lightly when he sits down and leans over you.

A large hand lands on your arm, warm and comforting. And then Sukuna's low voice speaks soothingly to you,

"Are you sick?"

You nod slightly as Sukuna's hand wanders to your forehead, pressing gently against it. He makes a soft sound, a light gasp, before taking his hand off your forehead and wrapping his strong arms around you, to pull you into his comforting embrace.

"Poor thing, come here! You have a fever, hm?"

You can't stop a sob from escaping your lips as you snuggle bonelessly into your husband's arms and press your face against his buff chest. He feels so warm and solid, so comforting.

You inhale his scent. Expensive perfume and traces of cigarette smoke on his suit. He probably had to meet a business partner in one of the backrooms of the casino. There's also a faint iron smell indicating that your husband had some rather tough business to deal with today.

It should be terrifying to smell traces of blood on your husband's clothes. But it isn't. Not to you. Not when it comes to Sukuna. You know his job. You know everything about it and about him. The King can be ruthless and deadly with the ones who threaten him and his loved ones. But here with you, he is the most caring and loving man you have ever met.

"Kuna...I'm so glad you're home."

It feels so good to be in his arms and snuggle against his broad chest. One of his hands comes up to pet your hair soothingly.

"If I had known you were sick, I would have come home sooner. Why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't want to bother you at work. It's just a fever, Kuna. I thought a bit of sleep would be enough. It's not like you could have done anything anyway."

At that Sukuna pulls slightly away to look at you. His large hand cups your chin and gently tilts your face upwards, making you look at him.

You're still feeling dizzy, and everything looks a bit blurry to you at the moment. But you still admire the handsome face in front of you.

Sukuna is beautiful. A face that would be far too pretty for a Yakuza boss if it weren't for the black filigree lines showing everyone how powerful this stunning man is. But he looks at you with nothing but love in his gaze. His pretty maroon eyes glitter in the dimly lit bedroom as his thumb rubs over your bottom lip in a tender caress.

"I am the King of Tokyo. I can do anything."

The comment could be arrogant, said to a business partner. Or threatening, said to an enemy. But here in your bedroom, it is said with an amused tone. The typical boyish smirk spreads over Sukuna's handsome face, and he adds:

"You know you are always more important to me than anything else. So for the future, keep it in mind: You call me or text me when you aren't feeling well, ok? And I will find a way to help you. Either I come home to you and look after you myself. Or if that isn't possible, I send someone over. Nobara is literally always on stand-by. And Yuuji would be very willing to take care of you too, you know that. Please get it into your pretty head: You never bother me. I will always take care of you, no matter what. Even if it just means bringing you soup and aspirin."

You feel the corners of your lips lift in a soft smile, despite your exhaustion. Your heart feels so full.

"You're the best husband."

Sukuna blesses you with one of his genuine smiles, so dazzling and pretty that it still makes you stare in rapt fascination anytime it happens.

He leans closer again and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek as his strong arms envelop you once again in his comforting embrace.

"Get some more rest, darling. And I'll make you something to eat."

You can only nod as your husband's strong hands gently make you lie back down on the bed. You mumble a soft thanks before drifting off to another round of sleep as the exhaustion wins again.

The next time you wake up is when Sukuna walks back into the bedroom, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of freshly cooked soup and a large glass of water, and some more aspirin.

He must have taken a shower because his pink hair is slightly damp, and he changed into comfy grey cashmere sweatpants that ride low on his hips. He doesn't wear a shirt. Even in your current drowsy state, you can't help but admire the sharp v-line and the defined abs and pecs. A strong body full of gorgeous muscles and filigree tattoos.

A body that is very warm and comforting when you are snuggled against it twenty minutes later after you finished eating your soup and your husband carried you bridal style to the bathroom and back to bed before handing you the pills and the glass of water, watching you with a stern but loving gaze to make sure you drank everything.

And now he is hugging you from behind, keeping you warm and making you feel loved. You sigh happily and close your tired eyes.

Sukuna is so big and strong. His hugs always make you feel safe. But tonight, it feels even more comforting than usual. The fever makes you feel weak and over-emotional, tears welling up all too easily because of the exhaustion, pain, and overall feeling of helplessness. But here in Sukuna's arms, everything is ok again. 

He is warm and comforting. He is your home, just like you are his. Even his voice is soothing to you, a low and tender whisper:

"How are you feeling, my love?"

"Hmmm, still lousy, but your soup and your hugs help... maybe I should have really called you."

"Yes, you should have. Don't hesitate to do it next time. You're my Queen and my wife. You're my everything. I love you. I want to take care of you, darling. Always."

And you know that it is true. Because Itadori Sukuna is a man of his word.

"I love you too, baby. Thank you for taking care of me."

You can feel him smile against your neck upon hearing the pet name, and his muscular arms tighten around you even more as he pulls you against his firm body.

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. This is part of the package. See it as my all-inclusive deal. And you are the only one who gets all the benefits."

His words make you chuckle, but it turns into a loud yawn. You put a hand on top of Sukuna's, where it's resting lovingly beneath your breasts.

"So tired... 'm gonna sleep again... g'night, Kuna..."

"Good night, my love. Get well soon."

And this time, you fall asleep in your husband's strong arms. His muscular, firm body is pressed tightly against your back, strong arms holding you safely in his embrace while soft lips trail gentle kisses over your neck, and his low velvety voice whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Words of love and affection that are even more precious somehow because they come from a man who is feared by everyone else in this city. But not by you. Because to you, Sukuna is your lovingly devoted husband.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope this little story can give you some comfort! Yakuza!Sukuna always makes me feel better. There's just something about a powerful and dangerous man like him going all sweet and caring for the ones he loves that makes me weak! It was nice to write for Daddy Kuna again :)

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

BRO OMG I LOVE THIS

‘dress slutty, i can fight’

notes: thank u for the idea anon! i love this cliche hehe

content warnings: insecurities, mentions of previous harassment/catcalling, pet names (baby, my sweet, etc), protective boyfriends, suggestive in ushijima’s, kinda angsty

featuring: iwaizumi, atsumu, bokuto, and ushijima

thank you for reading!! likes, reblogs, follows, and general feedback are all appreciated💗