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aww this is cute

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OKAY OKAY sooooo smau with teacher deku and teacher reader

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teacher!izuku // job fair

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"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

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how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

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well-

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mhphhh older bf aizawa 😣😝

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Omg ur bkg head imagine but make it him giving head for the first time 😵‍💫 im sure he’d be frustrated that he wasn’t getting it perfect but he’d eventually get there. Or even giving head to an inexperienced reader just to switch the roles up ;)

omg yes. i love this, he’d most definitely take his time to master it. i’ve been working on my writing style a lotttt, lmk if u like it<3

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You and Katsuki had been dancing around the edge of something more for a while now. The heat between you had been building, slowly, shyly, but never quite boiling over. You were both a little hesitant, careful with each other in a way that made every brush of skin feel more intense than it probably should’ve.

Tonight was quiet. Just the two of you in his room, low lamplight casting soft shadows, a blanket wrapped around your legs as you sat on his bed. Katsuki had been unusually quiet, which wasn’t saying much, he was always more action than words, but this felt different. Focused.

He’d been watching you, eyes dark and unreadable, until he finally spoke.

“Hey,” he muttered, his voice low, uncertain. “Can I… try something?”

Your heart jumped a little, and you tucked your chin down, already blushing. “o-okay,” you said softly. “What kind of… something?”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking away for a second before turning those intense red eyes back to you. “I wanna go down on you.”

Your breath caught, your face going hot instantly. “Oh…”

“I haven’t done it before,” he added quickly, almost defensively, like he had to get that part out before you assumed he was some kind of expert. “But I wanna. Just… if you’re okay with it.”

You nodded before you could overthink it, biting your lip. “Y-Yeah. I’m okay with it… I mean, if you’re sure.”

He stepped closer, gently nudging you to lie back as he settled between your legs. You were nervous—nervous enough that your hands trembled slightly as you helped shimmy out of your shorts. Katsuki noticed. Of course he did.

“You good?” he asked, his voice softer than usual, more tender. His hand rested on your thigh, thumb brushing over your skin.

“I’m just… a little nervous,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “I’ve never really… had someone do this before either.”

He blinked. “Wait, really?”

You nodded, eyes flicking away. “Yeah.”

Something about that seemed to ground him. Like it made things more real. He leaned in, pressing a small kiss to your inner thigh, and your whole body tensed.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmured. “You just tell me what feels good. I wanna learn.”

You nodded again, your hands gripping the sheets.

Katsuki started hesitantly. His lips brushed over you, then his tongue followed, tentative at first—like he was exploring something sacred. It made your breath hitch immediately, your thighs instinctively trying to close around his head. He pressed his hands to them, holding you open, but not harshly. He wasn’t looking for control—he was just trying to stay close.

His tongue moved in slow, cautious strokes. Testing. Learning. Every few seconds he’d pause, eyes flicking up to your face, checking if your breathing changed or if your hips twitched. You were trying so hard not to make a sound, embarrassed by how quickly you were getting overwhelmed.

“Don’t hold back,” he said quietly, his voice muffled against your skin. “I need to know what’s working.”

You bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut. “It… it feels good. I promise.”

But he could tell you were still holding back, and it frustrated him. Not with you, with himself.

“Tch… I dunno if I’m doing it right,” he growled under his breath. “I want you to feel good, not just say it.”

You looked down at him, heart aching a little at the furrow between his brows.

“You’re doing good, Katsuki,” you said, a little braver now. You reached down, gently brushing your fingers through his hair. “Just… right there. That part, when you move your tongue a little slower…”

He blinked up at you, then nodded like he was absorbing every word.

And when he did exactly what you asked, your breath hitched audibly, your hips jerking slightly beneath his touch. He groaned against you,like your reaction lit something up inside him, and started focusing all his attention right there. Repeating that motion, gradually building pressure and rhythm until you were gasping, your fingers tightening in his hair.

“Fuck, that’s it, huh?” he muttered, more to himself than to you, almost proud.

Your thighs trembled around his shoulders, and you felt the pleasure curl tight and hot in your stomach. You were overwhelmed and embarrassed and completely, helplessly undone.

When it finally hit you, you couldn’t stop the soft moan that left your lips, your hips twitching as you cried out his name. Katsuki didn’t stop until you were spent, breathing hard, your legs twitching from aftershocks.

He pulled back slowly, lips wet, face flushed, looking a little dazed.

You covered your face with your hands, too flustered to meet his eyes.

He let out a soft laugh. “Oi. Don’t hide from me.”

You peeked at him between your fingers, your cheeks burning. “S-sorry. That was just… a lot.”

He smirked, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Yeah? Good.”

Then, softer, more genuine: “You okay?”

You nodded, heart full and heavy with affection. “More than okay”

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Could you write fluffy smut for akutagawa x fem reader?

yes yes ofc. there is such a shortags of akutagawa fluff. ngl this is slightly ooc.

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You and Akutagawa had been out all day gathering things for your new apartment. He was the one who took it upon himself to find the perfect place for the both of you, a beautiful space you’d been dreaming about for months. You’d spent countless late-night conversations talking about what kind of home you wanted, and somehow, he managed to get almost every detail just right. It was thoughtful, quiet gestures like that that made your heart ache in the best way.

Now, the two of you were finally moving furniture in. It was the first night you’d ever spend there together, and the air buzzed with something warm and new. You were both kneeling on the floor, reading the instructions to put together a canopy bed you’d fallen in love with. Between deciphering confusing diagrams and figuring out where each bolt went, you teased him for not knowing which part was which, and he fired back with dry, sarcastic comments about your inability to use a screwdriver properly. There was laughter, the kind that made your chest feel light, and even in the chaos, it felt like home already.

By the time the bed was finally built, both of you were exhausted, paint smudged on your arms, sweat on your brow, and just enough ache in your back to remind you of how much work you’d done. You glanced at him and smiled.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower. Join me?” you offered, tilting your head playfully.

He paused for a second, then gave a soft nod and followed you

Though Akutagawa wasn’t always comfortable being vulnerable, especially physically, he never turned you away. You’d spent the last two years slowly peeling away the layers of his guarded heart, and now, intimacy didn’t feel scary for him anymore. Not with you. He let you scrub his body with a loofah, your hands moving with gentle care across every scar, every sharp angle of him. You kissed his shoulder softly, and he leaned into it without a word.

After drying off, you slipped into a simple nightgown while he pulled on a pair of black sweats and a loose t-shirt. The bedroom was mostly empty aside from the bed you’d just finished building together, but it didn’t matter. The golden glow of the setting sun poured in through the big window, casting long, warm shadows across the floor.

You stepped into the room, looking at it all with a little smirk, and he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, resting his chin there as you both looked around at what would now be your space.

“Wanna try it out?” he whispered against your ear.

You giggled softly and nodded, leaning back into him. He turned you in his arms and lifted you with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you over to the bed. He laid you down gently and kissed you deeply, slowly trailing his lips down your chest. He lifted your nightgown, eyes flicking up to meet yours for silent permission. When you gave him a soft nod, he smiled, just barely, and leaned down, pressing a warm kiss against your clit.

The contrast between his mouth and the cool air of the room made you shiver. You let out a soft moan as he began to move his tongue slowly, lovingly, taking his time with you. One of your hands slipped into his hair, your hips lifting slightly to meet his touch. His voice was low and reverent when he whispered, “So, so pretty like this,” against your sensitive skin.

Right before you could cum, he pulled back and kissed his way up your body again, catching your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of you lingered between your lips, and you whimpered softly as his hips pressed against yours. He pushed his sweatpants down just enough, and rubbed his tip against your entrance, making you whine with need.

Slowly, he eased into you, giving you time to adjust, his breath catching at how good you felt around him. He moved at a gentle pace, savoring the moment—your soft moans, the warmth of your body, and the way the sunset lit your face like something out of a dream.

You both giggled now and then in between kisses, the kind of laughter that only comes when you’re perfectly content. When he came, it was with a low groan in your ear, his hands holding you close as you came with him. Your bodies moved together, perfectly in sync, in the bed you built with your own hands, your first real memory in this new life together.

Afterward, he laid on top of you, still catching his breath, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He kissed your forehead, softly, and whispered against your skin.

“I can’t wait to make more memories here.”

And neither could you.

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I literally just want to get on my knees and give bakugo the best head he’s ever received. I know he’s a groaner too😔 like imagine giving 22 year old bkg head for the first time. He doesn’t even know how to act, the poor guy 😔😔

yesss. katsuki is most definitely touched starved so he’d be excited of one touch trust lmao.

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You and Katsuki had been dating for a few months now. Things were going well, comfortable, familiar but not too far past the surface yet. You spent a lot of time at his apartment, just hanging out, lounging on the couch, laughing over dumb stuff or silently enjoying each other’s presence. Tonight was one of those nights.

Katsuki was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the couch with a controller in hand, deeply focused on a round of Mortal Kombat. You were curled up nearby, half-watching the game, half-lost in your thoughts. Lately, something had been tugging at the back of your mind. You and Katsuki hadn’t gone past heated makeout sessions and the occasional wandering hand, but the tension between you had been building steadily. He never pushed things forward, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t thought about it. A lot.

You glanced over at him, watching the way his jaw clenched as he played, the way his strong fingers gripped the controller. He looked good like this, and the temptation finally bubbled over.

Quietly, you moved over to him and dropped to your knees in front of where he sat. You wore a soft smile, tilting your head as you looked up at him. At first, he didn’t notice, too focused on the game. But when your fingers ghosted over his belt and began to unbuckle it, he stiffened, his breath catching in his throat.

His eyes finally flicked down to you, wide with surprise, his cheeks already flushing. You leaned in a little closer, your voice barely a whisper.

“Is this okay, Kat?”

He blinked at you, stunned into silence for a second, then gave a small nod, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His face was bright red, but there was no mistaking the way his body responded to your touch.

You slowly undid the button on his jeans and tugged them down just enough to expose the firm lines of his hips. You pressed a soft kiss against one side, then the other, smirking when you felt him shiver beneath your lips. He was already growing hard, his arousal undeniable, and it made you smile.

You spit into your hand and wrapped it around him, stroking him gently, letting your touch tease and warm him up. His head tipped back against the couch, his chest rising and falling a little faster now.

When you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, flicking your tongue lightly over it, his hips jerked involuntarily. A low groan escaped his lips, and one of his hands flew to your hair, gripping it but not pushing, just grounding himself.

You gradually took more of him in, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm, the room filled with soft, wet sounds and Katsuki’s increasingly desperate sighs and groans. He was gripping your hair tighter now, his muscles tensing as you picked up the pace. He was close, closer than he expected.

“Shit, I’m gonna—fuck—” he gasped, voice strained.

He tried to warn you, tried to pull back, but it happened too fast. His whole body shuddered as he came hard, legs trembling as he spilled into your mouth with a loud, unrestrained moan. He looked completely wrecked, chest heaving, head tilted back as he tried to catch his breath.

“Didn’t mean to…” he muttered, eyes flickering down to you with a mix of embarrassment and awe.

You just smirked, licking your lips as you looked up at him. “You’re fine. I wanted to.”

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i’ve decided to start writing again, i haven’t in a hot minute due to life being crazy but shit happens. who would y’all like to be written about? send in any asks!! i’ll tag characters i’m interested in writing about.

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bf sukuna head canons

cw: fluff!! most likely ooc

an: sorry for being inactive, I haven't had much motivation for anything!! I may start writing for jjk cause, yeah. sorry for how ooc this may be, I can't seem to get a good grasp on sukuna's character

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bf!sukuna, who likes to see you mad, this man will find out what makes you mad because he finds it cute when you yell at him

bf!sukuna, who sucks with conversations. he enjoys silence with you, but he also enjoys hearing your voice. he sucks at starting conversations with you, so he'll take the comfortable silence, but when he figures out that asking about (interest) gets you to talk for hours, he'll find out every little thing your interested in.

bf!sukuna, who doesn't understand the point of cuddling or sharing the same bed until you fell asleep on his lap one time and nuzzled into his neck. from that day forward, you weren't allowed to sleep by yourself

bf!sukuna, who loves taking baths with you, he loves it when you wash his hair and scrub him with care and tenderness.

bf!sukuna, who can't handle when you praise him. he'll tell you to shut up even though he loves hearing it. if you praise him on his strength, it's different. he'll soak in praise about his strength. but telling him he's doing well? he's a good partner?

bf!sukuna, who watches intently as you try on clothes he bought you. loves to see your face light up when you try on something with good pockets

bf!sukuna, who can't help but smile when he sees you cooking or doing anything domestic. he loves it when you both get ready at the same time. he loves movie nights you plan. he loves it when you talk to him while folding clothes. he loves helping you fit the sheets on the bed.

bf!sukuna, who loves biting you when you're doing something. talking on the phone? he'll kiss down your shoulder and nip and bite at you till you pay attention to him.

bf!sukuna, who isn't good with emotions, but he'll pay attention to your every reaction to see how you feel.

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atsushi

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part two of this

cw: oral!fem receiving, he cums untouched, idk what else.

☾ "when you look at me like that, my darlin' what did you suspect?" ☽

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a week had passed since you kissed him. you both hadn't brought it up again. you didn't know what to say, but that didn't stop over much you thought about it when you lay in bed at night. why hasn't he brought it up? did it not mean anything to him? you haven't really spoken to him since then either, but this evening you were going to a movie premiere with him as his plus one. it would be quite fun to watch a movie he stars in since you haven't taken the time to watch any of his flims yet. but you also had no clue on what to wear.. and you also wanted to see him.. so you decided to call him to "get more information about the event.""

"hey, osamu"

"(your name), always a pleasure"

"ha well, what's the dress code for tonight?"

"the most slutty thing you can find."

"...really?"

"just messing with you!"

you couldn't help but laugh a bit

"you're an idiot, but for real, what do I wear?"

"how about I come over and help? hm?"

"...sure"

you finished up the phone call. guess he's coming over. you got up and made yourself look a little more presentable so you wouldn't look like you've been rotting in bed all day. about fifteen minutes later, you heard a knock and went to open the door. you waited for a moment by the door. you didn't want to look like you've been waiting excitedly for him after all. you waited a moment and opened the door, seeing dazai there with a smirk.. and sunglasses, hm.. he looks quite handsome with them on. "sorry, I have a strict no sunglasses rule in my home." you said sarcastically as he came in, taking off his shoes. "well, donna' these aren't normal sunglasses. they help me spot beautiful women!" he said, taking your hand and leaving a kiss on the back of it. you felt your face heat up, ugh this asshole. "..dumbass." you muttered playfully as you both walked up that stairs to your room.

"your closest is a masterpiece!" dazai spoke with a happy tone, making you giggle. you were a singer, of course you kept nice clothes. "thank you, but aren't you supposed to be helping me?" you teased. he laughed as he took a dress out of the closet. "I'm here to please, of course. try this on!" you looked at the low-cut dress.. and took it to the bathroom with you.

you came out in the dress and looked at yourself in the mirror of your room. dazai looked at you with such fascination as he came up behind you. he slowly wrapped his hands around your waist. "see.. this hugs you well.." he brought his hands to your hips. "I don't think I'd be focused on the movie if you came in this.. so wear it." he whispered the last part against your neck, making you shiver. he gripped your hips and pulled your back against his chest. you turned your head to him, your face too close to his. you breathed against his lips. "...kiss me." you whispered out. "so demanding-" before he could say much else, you kissed him. he immediately kissed you back, running his tongue across your bottom lip for permission. that you quickly gave to him. you traced his hands on your thighs, pulling up the skirt off the dress as his tongue danced with yours. he turned you around fully towards him, his chest pressed against yours as you both stumbled onto your bed, not breaking the kiss.

the kiss slowly grew more heated as he gripped your thighs and kissed down your neck, making you whine softly for him. "I want to tatse you." he whispered against your neck. "please" you breathed out. he gripped your chest and kissed down it, lifting your dress up to your hips. you pulled the dress over your head as he kissed down your stomach. he kissed against your clit through your underwear. you gasped. he drank up all your sinful sounds as he pulled your panties to the side and dipped his tounge into your wet cunt, moaning from the tatse as he did. your back arched up as he continued to bury his face in your pussy. he laid his against your clit and started to pump his fingers in and out of you, making you squeal and squirm. he clawed at your thighs and moaned against you as if this was more pleasure for him than you. you pulled at his hair making him groan and speed up as you came. he pulled up, your arousal all across his face.. he looked embarrassed? you didn't understand till you looked down to see the wet spot on his pants. "osamu, did you really..?" you panted out, still out of breath. before you could finish he kissed you roughly.

(ekkk just smut this time. I kinda wanna make a part 3 to see where I can take this)

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!!

angelzai -> osamucide .ᐟ

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imagine being mad at chuuya and grabbing him by his choker. he'd fold.

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I saw that you wanted to write some angsty smut.

Could you write a fic where Dazai thinks he has a happy relationship with the reader but they end up leaving him the next morning without notice

Also I love your writing (●'▽'●)ゝ

yes, yes, yes! and thank you, sm baby

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☣cw:oral!fem receiving, riding, ooc, abandonment issues, dazai is used to it

it's been a good few weeks since you and him started dating. quite honestly, it was very spontaneous. you had met him at a bar and ended up heading home with him, but you found yourself never leaving his apartment.

you both had spent the day playing board games, teaching him how to bake, and painting even. dazai found himself attached. there was just something about you. the way you smiled and laughed with him, the way our eyes would light up when every time he said your name, how you'd bite your lip when he yapped about things...

as the evening came around, he found himself on top of you, kissing down the soft skin of your neck. "please..never leave, I love this." he whispered against your neck as he gripped your wasit as if you could disappear any second. the way you didn't reply and just continued to let out soft sighs as he kissed and nibbled against your neck made his stomach drop, but he didn't comment on it. he lifted your tank top slowly as he started to kiss down your stomach. you threw your head back as he kissed your clothed clit. he was so gentle about it. "maybe if I make her feel good, she won't leave after this.." dazai thought to himself. he wasn't dumb. he saw the way you didn't reply. "hey, eyes on mine, pretty." dazai spoke making you keep eye contact. he was trying his hardest to ignore the feeling in his gut. he pulled your panties to the side as he licked against your clit and held onto your waist tightly. your sinful moans filled the room as he ate you out like it was the last time he'd ever get to taste you. "d-dazai im close." you whimpered out to him, he sped up the movements of his tounge, moaning against your clit as he did. he felt your thighs shake and he drank up every last bit when you came. he kissed back up your abdomen and brought you into a deep kiss so you could taste yourself on his tounge, you gripped onto his hair tightly as you tounges clashed.

you rolled over on top of him as he worked to get his pants off without breaking the kiss. you lowered yourself down on his flushed tip, dazai looked blissed out as you did. dazai nuzzled into your neck as he moaned against you as you rode him slowly. he rolled his hips up into you as your chest flushed against his. "you feel so fucking good.. please stay" he breathed out. once again, you didn't reply. he stomach dropped once more, and he once again didn’t comment. you pulled his hair as you got close once more, making him groan as you he slide into you faster, on hand on your hip, guiding your movements. you contracted around him as your back arched and you came. it was such an intoxicating sight that he came right after. you pulled yourself off his length, and you both laid limp against each other. he fell asleep satisfied, but he couldn't stop the feeling in his stomach that you wouldn't be here when he woke up..

he was right. he woke up cold and light. it took him a good second to realize you weren't there, but when he did, he stood up and walked downstairs quickly. maybe you were in the kitchen? bathroom? but no. ".. fuck," he muttered as he searched for his phone and called you. straight to voice mail..! great. just great. he's too blame. why did he think you'd actually stay. why would he allow himself to get attached to some girl from a bar!? her smile!? oh god, he was so stupid. as he listened to your voice mail a few times he finally actually left a voice mail.

"hey.. it's dazai! your boyfriend.. I think? anyway, if you're getting this.. please call back.." he said in a shaky voice before hanging up. he headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. he got in, the burning hot water going over his bandaged skin, as he brought his hands to his face. he obtained something and lost it once again. it will always be this way.

(GAHHH, I NEED TO GIVE HIM A HUG)

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ur writing is so good but it physically pains me so much to read them with the font you use for writing 😭😭

ahhhhhh I'm sorry 😞 I think your talking about

this

i don't really like it either, but I like that it's small. idk. I'll try to switch it up, tho

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🙏🫶

Does anybody know of a fic where Dazia drags chuuya out of the Mafia? I really wanna read one like that but I can't find one.