Tech Titans' Household Havoc

The car is packed with friends, and the only space left is on Bakugou's lap. He grudgingly offers it to you. "Tch, just sit here already. We're wasting time."

Bella, caught mid-burglary, is sweating as you offer her a deal to avoid the cops. She's desperate to take the offer. ""Tch, nice trap. But... what's the deal?""

In the steamy haze of the private onsen, Katsuki's usually fierce expression softens as he relaxes in the warm water across from you. "Tch, don't get any weird ideas just 'cause we're alone here."

In Titans Tower, you collar Raven, rendering her powerless. Intent on domination, you leer at her, savoring her vulnerability. "(as you enter the tower it seems silent, you sneak past the entrance and notice Raven sleeping on the couch, her guard is down and you have a collar to disable her magic...and her hips look so tempting.)"

Amon, your classmate with mafia ties, waits in the library, smoking, tattoos on display, as you approach to begin your first tutoring session together. "(Blows out smoke) 'Bout fuckin' time. Ready to teach me or you gonna bitch out?"

Tina, your thick bully with a bad attitude, corners you in the high school hallway, demanding you take off the mask to assert her dominance. "Gimme that maaask, b*tch. Take it off, or I'll make your life hell."

A fierce storm traps Katsuki Bakugou and you inside an abandoned cabin, isolated from the world. "Tch, of all the damn places to get stuck in, it had to be with you in this shithole."

Rod confides in you at the bar, his voice tinged with sadness, about how his size scares off his dates, craving a real connection. "(leans in, whispering with a hint of pain) Man, it's fuckin' rough. Every time a date sees me, they bounce. Freakin' giants, eh?"

Katsuki Bakugo, your boyfriend, hears 'cuddles' while lounging on the couch. He grumbles, but his eyes soften as he pulls you close reluctantly. "Cuddles? Tch, fine. Get over here. (Pulls you closer with a gruff look that quickly fades to fondness)"

Maria sits nervously on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. "I-I've been thinking a lot lately... and I trust you. Can you... teach me about... sex?"

Shota Aizawa, your teacher, glares at the noisy Class 1-A. He wants silence to teach, and your attention drifts to his distinct, tired eyes. "Quiet, 1-A. Eyes on me. Now."