♡Dazai's girl♡

Some of this is shameless smut and some of it is sappy and sentimental love fics so...

𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘

(if you don't write for him can you do chuuya?)

Breath Play + Dom/Sub with Akutagawa

Warnings ⚠️ Foul language, sexual themes, dom/sub dynamics, choking, akutagawa being sassy and mean!!

Working for the port mafia has always been a job of convenience. There was no desire on your part to do the job other than to get paid, no passion behind your position, no alterior motive. However, as you grew and climbed the ranks of the port mafia you soon learned that times change.

What was once a daily ruitine, a nuisance, was now the highlight of your morning.

You wake up, dress up in casual black pants and a black shirt alike, you get your morning coffee and you head to work for your assignment, but, recently someone new has been in the office waiting for you. Someone you practically pray to see each day.

"Good morning Akutagawa, sir." His eyes peeking up from the coffee he was stirring and for a Meer moment brighten with interest. The assassin.

See, he has notably began to desire seeing you each day as well. The way you smile cutely when you come in to say goodmorning, how your gaze frequently lingers on his long fingers and drops subtly to his legs when you notice how he spreads them in his chair.

He could just eat you up, and it excites him so. Ever since becoming a person of higher power among those in the mafia, he hasn't quite been able to tame his need to boss people around. To be mean.

And oh, it's so cute when he is mean to you.

You never take it too personal, the work isn't why you come here anymore. It's him. And to watch his face scrunched up in disgust as you overshare about a recent killing, to see his eyes darken with some emotion you can't quite place whenever you confess you've made a mistake. It soils your panties and you can't get enough.

And so today, you come in again, after being assigned to an assassination of a man who was unfortunately at your favorite coffee shop. And I mean, it's not like you could risk not getting coffee tomorrow so you decided the kill could wait. He didn't need to die today, it wasn't urgent.

Or so you thought.

Akutagawa didn't take so kindly to this news.

"You think your so safe just cause you walk around all pretty and sweet, don't you?" He hisses through a clenched jaw as you are trapped between his slim form and the wall.

Despite his thin build he dwarfs you, making you shrink further in your stance.

A hand flies to your throat before you can respond and what you don't expect is that next a sensation of pain arises from your now bare shoulder. He bit you. Another thing you aren't quite prepared for is the all but needy whine you let out at the feeling.

And you're soaked. You can't lie and say you've never dreamt of something like this, getting him mad enough to hurt you. It's not even out of lust per se. It's an infatuation that goes beyond surface level. You want to know what fuels that fire in his eyes. What makes this man so mean, so angry, so sexy.

"Oh? I see, you've done this on purpose." A smirk pulls at his lips. His eyes tracing the mark he's now left on you, a sense of pride welling in his chest. You are someone he can control, he can bully into submission. You take him seriously.

"No, akutagawa, sir, i would never." And he almost hisses at the sly glint in your eyes. You wanted this. You were testing and teasing him and he knew just how to fix it.

The hand around your throat tightened and began to lift you higher against the wall. A light feeling overwhelmed your senses as you lacked oxygen but it made the sensation of his touch so much more intense.

"What a silly little girl. Hmm? Thinking her boss isnt going to punish her?" His hand loosens for a second, he wants you conscious.

After a deep inhale though, he is squeezing again, not missing the way your eyes roll back and your thighs clench together.

"I see," he forces a knee between them, licking his lips as you roll your hips down onto him.

"Sir." It's a meer whisper yet it has him growing painfully stiff.

Brent Faiyaz quotes as MHA characters relationships

"I remember when you couldn't tell me a thing, now you talk so much it drives me insane."

With Bakugou Katsuki

Summary : Bakugou has always been endeared by you, even when you never said a word. But as time goes on he realizes how much a chatterbox you can be! (He secretly thinks its really cute.) Don't tell him i told you!

Warnings: Bakugou being kinda needy?, Fluff, pining, making friends!, One lil smooch, feeling as if there should be smooch but there isn't :(, bf! Bakugou at the end

When Bakugou first spoke to you, it was in the support course lab. You were biting your lip as you scribbled notes into your journal. So annoying. You were always biting your lip.

He noticed over the many times he'd walk past the large glass walls just to peer in at you. Also annoying. He could never just walk by, he had to check if you were there. And if you weren't he developed a small sinking feeling in his tummy. As though he wanted to see you.

He had, however, finally decided to actually join you in the lab one day in the middle of your second year. Apparently he deduced that if he just spoke to you once, he'd realize how dumb you are, and never again feel the need to stare at you as you work, or take in your plush lips being furrowed in concentration.

So he creaked the door open and entered the lab with an uncertain frown on his face.

When you heard someone enter you were expecting it to be one of your classmates, probably trying to get extra time on an assignment or help out a hero course friend. Your eyes flickered up, prepared to display a polite smile, but no words. You really weren't one for casual banter, and no one in your class spoke to you all that much anyway.

So you were fairly startled to see a large, muscular, and disgruntled hero course student stomping into your lab. His eyes were peircing as though he intended to speak to you and it made you quickly avert your own.

You'd only met a few hero course students in your time at UA, mostly in the regard of upgrading their suits and gear. They weren't the easiest bunch to be quiet around.

Generally full of energy and words spilling out their mouths like vomit, it was hard to keep up with them.

"Hey." The blonde grunted out, huffing as you simply gave a head nod and returned to your microscope. He was now finally able to see your full face. It was structured and pure, eyes glistening with curiosity for a second before retreating and your hair was kept nicely out of the way with a very large clip. Half up, half down. He could see your neck all the way down to where your lab coat came into view and was for some reason enticed to stare more.

"Uhm, I need to fix these." He gestured to his gauntlets, hoping to catch your eyes again.

When you heard him speak yet again you let out a frustrated sigh, and extended your arm. Signaling him to hand over the weapons.

He took a glance to either side of the room in confusion before walking further towards you. Were you really not gonna say a thing?

He watched as you examined his equipment, soft fingers smoothing over the burn marks and cracks that littered them before opening the control latch on the inside. You moved them underneath a magnifying glass and began looking at wires and circuits that he didn't even know could fit in there.

After further inspection tough you noticed it was just a leak in his collection pouch that seemed to the problem. And you spoke back to him for the very first time. He'll never forget it. "I'll return them tomorrow."

Before you set them to the side and continued to ignore Bakugou's presence, he stood there dumbfounded.

Why did your voice sound so quiet and calm? Unbothered even. And why did his heart rate pick up so much at just the sound of it?

_

The next morning, when he walked into Mr.Aizawas classroom he found a slick leather bag on his desk, finished with a small sticky note that read.

Don't go easy on them - y/n

Ps. They needed a new paint job

And when he opens the bag he sees a shiny coat of black lining his previously battered gauntlets, with one orange stripe across the bottom of each one. A smirk rests on his face. He's excited to overuse them, so that maybe he can go back to have you fix them again.

_

Six months later he gets the nerve to touch you for the first time. Bakugou Katsuki has come in to sit and watch you work. It's a new habit he's aquired. He realized overtime that even tough you really didn't speak all that much, you never told him to leave. And so he would just stare, watching as you added and refined his own gear.

Today is the first time he's seen you in two weeks. To you, this felt quite nice, you had grown so used to the large boys intense presence that you forgot how peaceful your work could be. Still, when he walked in today you felt your heart rate pick up, and noticed your own lips curl into a small smile.

You had been listening to a boy who usually worked with Hatsume rant on and on about his suit material and how you could theoretically enhance it. It had actually made you miss your blonde buddy from the hero course. He was always respectful of the quiet. His stare was brooding and intimidating, sure, but he never spoke more than a few words every now and then. Usually complaints that you learned to just roll your eyes at.

The boy in front of you was overwhelming. He had a very strong build but round cheeks and freckles. Very cute, but so energetic right off the bat. Usually it took you quite some time to speak your rants out loud to someone.

"Izuku." You wanted to startle him out of his rant by using his first name.

What Bakugou saw though, was his rival speaking to you. And then you using his first name. And gripping his wrist, a small smile on your face. And for some reason his chest began to ache. Stupid Deku.

"I'm sorry, L/n, sometimes i get ahead of myself, i just know that you are one of the very best engineers in this school and hoped to work together with you on thi-" his sentiment was cut short by a firm hand gripping onto your wrist and tugging you up from your chair.

You began to stumble forward, still startled at the sudden action and a deep glare formed on your face.

What the hell?

Some nerve this blonde boy had, to tug you all the way out of your lab and into the hallway for no reason. And its when you felt the urge to finally show him a piece of your mind.

One you reached a point of no return at the door to the front of the school, you swiftly tugged your arm back. He didn't let go, but his movement- to god knows where- was halted.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You overwhelm my schedule as it is, repairing and enhancing your hero gear takes up all the time i would otherwise spend on my own work and you don't seem to care one little bit. You just keep on coming back. Day after day, and yeah maybe you saved me from that absolute chatterbox back there but he's a nice guy, you just stare at me like a fucking wierdo. I don't even know your nam-" but your rant trailed off as you looked up to see him smiling at you quite fondly.

His grip was still firm on your arm and he liked the feeling of your soft skin against the rough pads of his fingers. As he looked down onto your previously upset face he noticed how the glare faded into a look of confusion. Lips parted as you stared deep into his eyes.

For a second you tried to avert your eyes, but realized you really weren't done looking at him. His eyes were no longer glaring as they usually did, they were almost at a neutral placement and they were all over your face. You could feel them move as if they were touching your skin. Tingles running over your cheeks and nose and down to your lips.

The feeling made you trap a bottom lip between your teeth, rolling it to replace the sensation.

He huffed. "It's so annoying when you do that." He whispered.

And you furrowed your brows as if to ask 'what?'

"Bite your lip, your always doing that. Which is funny cuz you never seem to be using 'em."

You immediately dropped your lip, looking up to see if he was actually upset.

"I mean, i don't really know you."

"Not for lack of trying." He rolled his eyes and yet continued to stare down at you with something along to fondness. It was quickly masked, however, with a tsk, and a frown. What a silly boy you'd become friends with.

_

However, today is the first day Bakugou Katsuki will actually live in a house with you, and boy does he wish he'd let you keep quiet all those years ago.

You won't shut up! The whole drive over ranting about how cool the new decor you bought is gonna look, and how epic - yes, as a 25 year old woman you are unironically using the word epic - it'll be to have your own lab at home!

"And babe, don't even get me started on the new rugs that came in yesterday. I bet they are waiting just outside the door, and yes, they are fully vegan, no animals harmed in the making, i know that's a big thing for you-" he is just staring straight ahead and contemplating how the hell he is gonna spend the rest of his life sharing a bedroom with this monstrosity he's created.

"-which is actually really funny because it's not like you don't eat animals on a daily basis, it's wierd you wouldn't want one in your home. I mean technically at least it's going to good use once it's died- not that i think animals deserve to die for rugs, they totally don't. I mean unless they are jerk animals because i swear that bitch ass Chihuahua we saw on our run the other morning would look real nice as a rug right about now. The nerve of those ugly ass dogs.."

And he is fed up. It's just barely endearing enough how you pretty much talk to yourself that he lets it go for a while. Now though, you need to be quiet before this young pro hero starts blowing up random shit on the street.

"Y/n!" He pulls the car to a quick stop, jerking you forward in your seat. You are now stopped in the middle of the road, with your large boyfriends piercing eyes glaring into you.

It makes you shy away a bit, almost apologetic about the incessant need to talk all the time around him, given that you really don't talk to many other people. Almost.

"You know I'm right about the dogs...." He hears you mutter, like a child trying not to get in trouble.

For a second, it works, a small laugh falling from his lips. "I know you are excited and shit, but please for the sake of your own life, be quiet until we get there. " He pleads at you, a look of exhaustion covering his face.

"Did THE DYNAMITE, just say please to me!?" You sass back at him.

"tch, i liked you more when you never talked to me." He's trying to play coy like he hasn't completely lost all anger when it comes to you. Pretending in all these years you've not become more than a best friend to him. You're his safe place, just as he is yours. The same way you don't feel the need to be quiet around him, and always want to hear what he has to say. He doesn't feel like youll only take him seriously if he's mean. If he's scary. He knows how much you believe in him and so with you he is free to be at peace with himself.

"Mmm," you lean over the center console to plant a quick kiss on his pouty and grumpy lips, " i like you always." You whisper in a tone that's almost sultry, sending a shiver down his spine, and causing a beat to skip in his heart.

Brent Faiyaz quotes as MHA characters relationships

"I remember when you couldn't tell me a thing, now you talk so much it drives me insane."

With Bakugou Katsuki

When Bakugou first spoke to you, it was in the support course lab. You were biting your lip as you scribbled notes into your journal. So annoying. You were always biting your lip.

He noticed over the many times he'd walk past the large glass walls just to peer in at you. Also annoying. He could never just walk by, he had to check if you were there. And if you weren't he developed a small sinking feeling in his tummy. As though he wanted to see you.

He had, however, finally decided to actually join you in the lab one day in the middle of your second year. Apparently he deduced that if he just spoke to you once, he'd realize how dumb you are, and never again feel the need to stare at you as you work, or take in your plush lips being furrowed in concentration.

So he creaked the door open and entered the lab with an uncertain frown on his face.

When you heard someone enter you were expecting it to be one of your classmates, probably trying to get extra time on an assignment or help out a hero course friend. Your eyes flickered up, prepared to display a polite smile, but no words. You really weren't one for casual banter, and no one in your class spoke to you all that much anyway.

So you were fairly startled to see a large, muscular, and disgruntled hero course student stomping into your lab. His eyes were pricing as though he intended to speak to you and it made you quickly avert your own.

You'd only met a few hero course students in your time at UA, mostly in the regard of upgrading their suits and gear. They weren't the easiest bunch to be quiet around.

Generally full of energy and words spilling out their mouths like vomit, it was hard to keep up with them.

"Hey." The blonde grunted out, huffing as you simply gave a head nod and returned to your microscope. He was now finally able to see your full face. It was structured and pure, eyes glistening with curiosity for a second before retreating and your hair was kept nicely out of the way with a very large clip. Half up, half down. He could see your neck all the way down to where you lab coat came into view and was for some reason enticed to stare more.

"Uhm, I need to fix these." He gestured to hit gauntlets, hoping to catch your eyes again.

When you heard him speak yet again you let out a frustrated sigh, and extended your arm. Signaling him to hand over the weapons.

He took a glance to either side of the room in confusion before walking further towards you. Were you really not gonna say a thing?

He watched as you examined his equipment, soft fingers smoothing over the burn marks and cracks that littered them before opening you control latch on the inside. You moved them underneath a magnifying glass and began looking as wires and circuits that he didn't even know could fit in there.

After further inspection tough you noticed it was just a leak in his collection pouch that seemed to the problem. And you spoke back to him for the very first time. He'll never forget it. "I'll return them tomorrow."

Before you set them to the side and continued to ignore Bakugou's presence, he stood there dumbfounded.

Why did your voice sound so quiet and calm? Unbothered even. And why did his heart rate pick up so much?

_

The next morning, when he walked into Mr.Aizawas classroom he found a slick leather bag on his desk, finished with a small sticky note that read.

Don't go easy on them - y/n

Ps. They needed a new paint job

And when he opens the bag he sees a slick and shiny coat of black line with one orange stripe across the bottom of each gauntlet. A smirk rests on his face. He's excited to see how he can overuse them, so that maybe he can go back to have to fix them again.

_

Six months later he gets the nerve to touch you for the first time. Bakugou Katsuki has come in to sit and watch you work. It's a new habit he's aquired. He realized overtime that even tough you really didn't speak all that much, you never told him to leave. And so he would just stare, watching as you added and refined his own gear.

Today is the first time he's seen you in two weeks. To you, this felt quite nice, you had grown so used to the large boys intense presence that you forgot how peaceful your work could be. Still, when he walked in today you felt your heart rate pick up, and noticed your own lips curl into a small smile.

You had been listening to a boy who usually worked with Hatsume rant on and on about his suit material and how you could theoretically enhance it. It had actually made you miss your blonde buddy from the hero course. He was always respectful of the quiet. His stare was brooding and intimidating, sure, but he never spoke more than a few words every now and then. Usually complaints that you learned to just roll your eyes at.

The boy in front of you was overwhelming. He had a very strong build but round cheeks and freckles. Very cute, but so energetic right off the bat. Usually it took you quite some time to speak your rants out loud to someone.

"Izuku." You wanted to startle him out of his rant by using his first name.

So if I can request dom momo x fem reader from mha could you do 1 and 9 where the reader has been teasing momo all day so momo punish her

Hi yes for sure !

Hints of Shoto x reader but not rlly enjoy!

Being a hero is hard. It's requires devoting hours and hours of your day to doing good and protecting those at the hands of evil. Some participate in this practice of heroism because they enjoy that sensation brought by helping others, some just do it for the fame and money. But no matter which path leads you to being a hero, evil always lingers below the surface.

Not one soul can spend so much of their life being good without a tingling reprocussion. A hidden desire, a dirty secret.

And you were Momo's. Her dirty little secret. That despite all day wandering around acting as her cute little sidekick with a decievingly rough interior, she had you here, tied up at home begging for her to touch you because you're sorry you were bad, you didn't mean it, truly.

It's just that you missed her. And her touch, and her cruel words, how wet they made you. You missed watching her body linger above you like a taunt, being completely out of control. And you are even more sorry that you are such a desperate, greedy slut, that you resirted to flirting with her bestest friend, pro hero Shoto.

You remember the pooling of slick in your panties as you watched rage bubble behind her cool and aloof eyes. You hands carresing shoto's strong arms as you "admired" the intricacy of his quirk. How deep the ice in his veins could penetrate you just from touching him.

"Well, watching you fight earlier made me so curious about how much your quirk can really do, I mean. When you train all alone how can you learn the extent of your power....right?" And Momo was practically growling at your despite her silence, she was daring you to touch him again, to dirty her little hands on his bare, sweaty chest, as if she wasn't out working to provide for you and your filthy desires.

"You think it's okay to act like a needy little slut at my work place? Hm?" A quick but strong slap wracks your head as your body aches from being practically webbed to the wall by various ropes and restraints.

All you do is let out a moan.

"Please fuck me, mistress, please Momo, 'need it." Your eyes are watering. You've been here for hours, by now even the soft breeze on your clit from her pacing is stimulating enough to make you moan.

She stops in front of you, body still clad in her hero suit, because she just loves knowing how now, you aren't the woman she's been in love with since her early hero days. Not her wife, the mother of her future children, not her best friend and purest ally, no.

Now you are just Creati's slutty, dumb sidekick, who can't do anything but beg to be fucked over and over.

When her eyes become level with yours a piercing feeling shoots through you. You fucking love this woman.

" You wanna get fucked, go ask shoto then, right? He's.." she slips a soft finger through your leaking folds. "So manly..." and she thrusts it harshly I to you elliciting a scream, "right?" She pulls away.

"No, no, baby, m-mistress, he's nothing , he's nothing, nothing-" and you just keep mumbling about how much better she is. Dumb slut brain doing at it can to prove your worth.

Until suddenly you feel a harsh slap to your clit. "Come back to me baby, real quick, look at my eyes.." she is worried for you, just a bit more than she's angry with you. She needs to know that her wife is still somewhere down behind those deeply glared over eyes.

"Give me a color please?" She pets your face and you know if you say green she will immediately smack you right across it.

"Yellow.." you breath out, regaining sanity.

"Why are you yellow baby?" She is genuinely worried, she wants to watch you crumble but, she doesn't wanna lose you. But she doesn't even know how to react when you let out a childlike whine

"Because you won't let me cummm!" Face screwed up in a frown as you wriggle against the restraints.

She scoffs, "what a slut, you wanna cum? " you nod.

"Beg."

"I have been-"

"Y/n." She states sternly

And you do. Until her mouth is on your sensitive clit and you are cuming in seconds from how sensitive you are.

Getting through these one by one <3 E5= extreme bondage

As a child it was always an important fact that no, you could never have too many toys. Ever. You loved playing and obviously since toys are something to play with there never seemed to be enough of them. It was a reasonable ideal at the time.

Now, however, at 25 years of age, you were just learning how detrimental too many toys could be. Getting into a relationship with bakugou, you knew parts of his sexuality would be extravagant, just like the man himself. It didn't seem out of the picture that he'd remain aggressive and mean to an extent and naturally certain kinks made sense to you.

You loved him. So much. So 9f course you endulged him, and to be fair, it wasn't really that hard of a bargain. He made you feel incredible and inconceivable amounts of pleasure. He fed off of what made you moan, couldn't breath right until he knew you were satisfied.

But bakugou grew a hunger after he met you. The natural amateur aspects of bdsm were enough for him initially, ocasional tying of your wrists, degradation mixing in with his praises and power dynamics. He was satisfied with that. Until he realized how addicting it can be, the power. The control he had, that you gave him. The sweet and lewd moans you let out, pleas for him to relieve you.

That's how you find yourself here. Overwhelmed. Overworked. At 9pm on date night, when you should be at a dinner reservation. Arms tied above you, legs spread and bound to your arms, body aching. Hanging from a single bar on the ceiling of your basement, which he had specifically designed for times like this. Perks of marrying a pro hero you suppose.

There is a piercing pain shoving it's way through your body with how the Hitachi vibratory is attacking your clit and how his fat cock is splitting you open. The upward thrust of his hips is the only slight relief your body is given from holding your weight. Which isn't much help considering you are still physically shaking from the repeated orgasms and you think it's been enough.

You must have been down here for at least an hour he's gone through so many different toys you've lost count. Bullet vibes, butt plugs, clamps and clips and dildos, it was so much.

" 's too much, baby."

"Suck it up sweetheart, you're the greedy bitch who couldn't go all dinner without begging for my cock- fuck," his jaw clenched as his pace speeds up.

"Mgh, was just a dress- fuck kastuki,"

And that lands you a smack to the face, "just a dress, you know damn fucking well what that shit does to me, you did it on purpose huh baby? Wanted to pretend I'm the bad guy when really you're getting -ugh - just. What. You. Want." He's punctuating his words with thrusts now. Making your toes curl and eyes shut.

I'm choosing to use a language and accent that applies to me personally since I am French. I would not like to offend anyone by lewding their accent or language.

Anyways🤤🤤🤤🤤

TALK TO ME.

When daichi first met you he immediately noticed your accent, it's what has drawn him to you from the start. When he bumped into you that Saturday on his morning jog he couldn't help the feeling that shot through him as you struggled to say a proper apology.

That night he went home thinking about you. Your voice, body, sweat dripping from your collar bone and he decided he'd run that path everyday if it meant seeing you.

He didn't expect you to start running it together. Then other places, then right up to his front door, sexual tension dripping from you like sweat.

"Will you then let me in" your accent roused, mouth inches away from his own. He swore the improper grammar and pronunciation had him bricked. He wondered if he could make you scream like that. If you would swear in French as he held you down to the bed, fucking you brainless.

You knew it too, the effect you had on him. So when he pushes the door open you are quick to catch his lips and shove him inside. Shedding your running gear as fast as you could. Wanting to feel those large and skilled hands on you.

He is rough with your body, squeezing and pinching your fleshy hips and ass, lips wandering all over your body as you moan for him.

But it's when you mutter a quiet "Je veux te baiser," and he doesn't know what it means but in that instant he can't hold back anymore.

JUST BREATHE

He is dizzying. You can't tell he has been waiting for this moment all fucking day. He gets to forget about your dumb bratty mouth and simply listen to you groan and beg for air. He could fucking kill you right now, still all you care about is how sexy he looks. His veiny arm flexing around your throat, cutting off your airway and his sweaty abs, tired with how hard he is ramming into you.

Dabi smiles a sinister smile when he feels your throat cunvulse in a gasp for air. That's the spot. Je aims his hips to try and hit it again. Make you crave air more than his dick in you. But you don't.

Not with the heavenly sick feeling that pounds in your head at the lack of oxygen, and the orgasm enducing way air fills you so pleasantly when he lets up for a second.

It's thrills the blood flowing through your whole body and suddenly ever sensation that was previously numbed is so so much more intense. Suddenly there is a pulsing beat in your cunt and a pressure building in your stomach.

MESS.

It isn't even intentional with Dazai. He isn't conscious of it. The mess, I mean.

The way your spit is still dripping off of his cock as he lines it up with your cunt. Unsurprisingly that too is a mess of sweat and previous orgasms.

It's not his fault you are such a greedy, dirty slut that he doesn't have time to be sanitary. That his face is still stained with bits of dirt from a hard day at work, and his chest is gleaming with a sheen of sweat. Dazai isn't aware of it. But God he loves it.

How demoralizing ge can be. He makes you feel like an animal, because look at you. Panting beneath him withyour tongue hanging from your lips as you mumble incoherent begs for more of him. His touch, his taste, his cock.

"God it's so sexy how you get like this for me.." He grunts as he presses down on your stomach, pushing harder and deeper into you to elicit some reaction other than your cute and dirty blessed out face.

"Ohg- fuck, such a dirty, dirty-"

Hid words get cut off by the growing urge to claim your lips in a feverish kiss as he plows into you.

His skin is so wet that when it touches yours he feels himself stick. Still, his lips come to yours and his tongue pushes through them. Becoming one with you.

𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖐𝖞𝖚𝖚

Where he kisses you (hinata, bokuto)

I missed you (bokuto)

The things he never tells you atsumu suna

𝕸𝖞 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝕬𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖆

A moment of intimacy (bakugou)

Killing Me Softly 2

"I remember when you couldn't tell me a thing, now you talk so much it drives me insane" (Bakugou)

𝕭𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖞 𝖉𝖔𝖌𝖘

To love him (dazai)

Haikyuu

Giving birth (sakusa, suna)

It's just dinner (daichi)

Accent kink (daichi)

Dad (ushijima)

Interview (tsukishima)

My Hero Acadamia

Pussy Eating (todoroki)

Breath Play (dabi)

Extreme Bondage (bakugou)

Punishment (yaoyorozu)

Bungo Stay Dogs

Pregnancy reveal (dazai)

Tease (dazai)

Coffee (dazai)

Gone (dazai)

Messy (dazai)