Awww So Cuteee!(⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

Oh my⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄..

"𝓐𝓶 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓯?" ༉‧₊˚.

↺ includes : dazai osamu & chuuya nakahara x fem!reader

↺ content warnings : nsfw content (mdni), threesome, double penetration, facefucking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (m &f recieving), hairpulling, dumbification etc

↺ synopsis : you had one too many drinks at a bar after getting dumped by your ex boyfriend on your birthday, and end up fucking the two most dangerous men you have ever met

↺ w.c : 2.7k+ words of absolute filth

↺ author's note : Ik I said this will be posted on the 29th but I kindaaa finished early...I honestly thought dazai & fyodor would win in the poll but I'm pleasantly surprised that chuuya won. Happy reading & I hope y'all enjoy <3 ps. this is supposed to be a bday fic for someone but I unfortunately could not find the ask so whoever you are, happy early b'day!

You squealed when Dazai parted your shaky thighs, licking his lips at your soaked lacy panties. "oh, bella, we barely even touched you and you're already dripping down there? naughty girl.." his voice dropped an octave, making you shiver. "quit yappin' and get to work, shitty dazai," Chuuya scoffed from behind you, gloved fingers pinching and pulling at your swollen nipples, coaxing little whines and moans from you. "you are just jealous that I'm the one about to devour her right now," the bandaged man shrugged, but still complying nonetheless. His fingers hooked under your panties and swiftly pulled them down, breath hitching as he watched webs of your sticky arousal cling to the thin fabric. Chuuya noticed that your attention was on Dazai and he wasn't having that. He turned your face to the side and smashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as Dazai nibbled on the insides of your thighs. Just how did you get stuck between these two unbelievably attractive men?

...You sighed, slamming your shot of Tequila down, the alcohol burning in your throat. "And he just broke up with me like that! On my fucking birthday too! What the fuck?" Your friend only patted your back, frowning, "girl, I knew he was no good from day one. let's just forget about him for now, yeah? try to enjoy tonight?" You nodded, a frown etched on your face. "Yeah, I know...but I really loved him, y'know? Even though he was terrible in bed," you giggled, nudging your friend's arm playfully. "How about we get you some real action tonight?" She wiggled her eyebrows, both of you chuckling. "Who should I go for?" You scanned the bar, looking for your partner for the night when your eyes land on Chuuya. The ginger haired man was at a corner, sipping away at his expensive drink, target locked. You touched your makeup up a bit before strutting towards him, giving him your best doe eyes when he looks up at you, "You here alone?" He smirked, "No, I'm here with some... colleagues. What about you, pretty girl?" You took a seat beside him, grinning as he poured you a glass of the 20 something grand drink, "I'm here with my friend, We're here to celebrate my birthday." He handed you the glass, "Oh, happy birthday. how's your night goin' so far?" You sipped on the drink, scrunching your face at the bitter taste of the alcohol, "Well...not to spill my life story or anything, but I got dumped today," he frowned, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder, "Sorry 'bout that, hon. Must've been an ass to do that on you birthday." You laughed, staring in his greyish blue eyes, "Yeah.." he leaned closer, his breath fanning over your lips, you could almost taste the 'aged monopole' on his lips—

 "chuuuuuuuyaaa~" Dazai interrupted you both with his sing-song voice, making you both jump. "What the hell are you doing here?" Chuuya gritted his teeth, clearly annoyed. You turned around to lock eyes with chocolate brown ones; oh, he was pretty. You could see a smirk splayed on his lips, winking at you before looking at Chuuya. "I thought I smelled a dog around here, and would you look at that? It's my dear ex-partner Chuuya!" The said man swung at Dazai, landing a punch on his stomach. "Oumph— I was wondering what you were doing with such a pretty woman," he said, taking your hand in his, kissing the back of it. "May I have the honour of knowing this pretty lady's name?" You giggled, "Of course, it's—" Chuuya cut you off by snatching your hand away, glaring daggers at Dazai. "Get the hell out of here, mackerel," Chuuya groaned. "This pretty lady has been through a breakup tonight, on her birthday, and I'm sure she doesn't need you annoying her to death too." Dazai only pouted, "Or are you just afraid that she'd leave you because of me, hmm?" He looked at you, smiling. "Trust me, baby. I can do much better than this malnourished ginger." You could see Chuuya's right eye twitch. "You really think so?" The brunette man leaned closer, towering over the both of you. "I know so." "Then let's fucking prove it."

...Everything after that was a blur to you. You didn't remember when you left the bar with them or when you entered the hotel. All you knew was that it felt so hot. It felt so hot when Chuuya pressed open-mouthed kisses on your nape and behind your ears, all while Dazai made himself comfortable between your spread legs. He shoved your panties in his pocket for later use, his tongue darting out to kitten lick at your puffy clit. He could feel your pussy throbbing on his tongue, clearly wanting more of his touch. Chuuya pushed the straps of your tight black dress down your shoulders, massaging your plump breasts while kissing you deeply. "Oh, you taste fucking divine," Dazai hummed, snickering when you clenched down on his tongue from the praise. "You like that, birthday girl? like it when I praise you?" You could only moan, nodding your head. The ginger man behind you flipped you over so that you were on your stomach, ass pressing against Dazai's face, and he moaned, calloused fingers spreading your cheeks apart as he slurped your juices up. Your cheek was smushed against Chuuya's dress pants, drooling on the expensive fabric. You could see the prominent bulge on his crotch, just begging to be touched. "Put that pretty mouth to use, darl'," he whispered, unzipping his pants and pulling his boxer's down, his cock finally springing free and slapping against his stomach. Your mouth watered; it was so pretty. Reasonable sized with a girth promised to make you see stars. The tip was flushed pink, precum pearling at his slit. You picked the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the large vein, making him hiss. He grabbed the back of your head, tapping his cock on your warm cheek, "Open up, hon." You happily obliged, sticking your tongue out for him to shove his shaft down your throat, making you slightly gag as tears prick your eyes. You gasped when Dazai pushed two slim fingers into your hole, your insides sucking them in eagerly. "There we go, sweet girl. Taking my fingers so nicely~" You cleched down on him at the praise, moaning around the fat cock in your mouth. The red-head shivered at the vibrations from your mouth. Tipping his head back slightly, fingers tightening their grip on your hair as you start bobbing your head up and down. It was messy; webs of his precum and your saliva was dripping down your chin, your mascara running down your puffy cheeks as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. Dazai scoffed when Chuuya smirked at him, successful in stealing your attention. He blew on your clit, making you jump. You tried to look back at him but Chuuya's grip was firm, patting your head softly before doing an experimental thrust in your mouth, tip of his cock nudging against the back of your throat. On the other hand, Dazai was getting lost in your cunt; skilled tongue swirling over your swollen clit, fingers curling against your g-spot, moaning into your pussy when you clenched particularly hard. Chuuya was now thrusting up into your warm mouth eagerly, holding your head down while muttering out small curses. He loved the way your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming feeling of Dazai eating your cunt like the best meal he's ever had while Chuuya fucked your throat 'till it burned, your lipstick staining his cock.

You jolted forward when a lubed finger pushed into your other hole, the feeling entirely foreign to you. Dazai's warm hand smoothed over your ass, giving it a playful smack, "Relax, pretty. You are gonna take the both of us, aren't you?" Your eyes widened, the both of them inside..at the same time— could you even handle it?

Chuuya patted your cheek softly, turning your attention to him, "You don't have to if you don't want to, we won't force you into anything." Your heart fluttered at his caring nature, hearts practically swimming in your pupils. You pulled your mouth off of Chuuya's cock, making him hiss. " 's okay.. I can take it," you whispered, making Dazai smirk devilishly, "that's my girl."

They switched places now; Chuuya between your pretty legs while Dazai eagerly thrusted up into your welcoming mouth, slobbering all over his cock. Your jaw was hurting from how hard he was shoving himself in and out, back arching like a cat's when Chuuya's long fingers brush against that one spot inside your walls. His tongue swirled around your puckered hole, making you squeal and try to kick your legs and fail, his hands firmly gripping them, "Behave," he growled into your cunt, making Dazai snicker. "How's she taste?" Dazai grinned, hissing when your tongue swipes over his slit. "Fucking amazing," Chuuya's eyes slightly rolled back, going drunk from your addictive taste on his tongue. Dazai's thrusts sped up, now hitting the back of your throat as you creamed all over Chuuya's face. He was glad your back was turned to him so you couldn't see him cumming in his pants like a pathetic teenager. "Came in your pants already?" Dazai laughed, cutting himself off with a groan as he holds your head down, cumming down your throat.

Dazai picked your already tired body up, placing you on his lap, telling you how good you did for them while kissing your tears away. "Now, get ready for the real thing," he smirked, slapping the tip on your clit before lining his cock up with your entrance. "Hope you're ready, princess," Chuuya uttered from behind you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, pushing your hair out of the way to kiss and nibble on your marked neck as Dazai pushed into with a wet 'pop!' Your jaw slacking as he buried himself to the but, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted out little praises. Your body was tense in Dazai's hold, clenching down on his cock when his fingers found your clit, trying to get you to relax and it worked as you went limp in his arms. Chuuya on the otherhand, was busy lathering lube all over his cock, pumping it a few times in his first before lining it up with your puckered hole. Slowly but surely pushing in, focused on how you moan into Dazai's lips, the smug brunnete swallowing your moans. "Does it hurt, doll?" He grunted, grabbing your hips for stability as he tried his best not to shove himself all the way in. "Hurts— hurts so good.." you slurred, eyes rolling back from the sheer pleasure of both of them inside you. His cock pushed fully past the tight ring of muscle, balls touching your ass while he shuddered, fingers digging into the plush of your hips so tightly that you're sure it'll leave bruises tomorrow. But you didn't care, not when you were stuffed full by these two men you had just met, creaming and clenching on their cocks. "God, she's clenching so damn hard. Aren't you, baby?" The man in front of you panted, fingers still rubbing circles on your clit, pinching the small bud when you whine and whimper for them. Chuuya turned your head around to face him, capturing your parted lips for a sweet kiss, rolling his hips experimentally and groaning when you tighten even further.

Your makeup had been completely ruined by the time they were finally starting to thrust in and out of you, the two of them perfectly synchronized with each other, as if they could read the other person's mind. Every time one of them pulled out, the other pushed in and vice versa. Your mouth formed an 'o' shape, clawing at Dazai's shirt as they worked you to your orgasm. Your brain couldn't function properly anymore, filtering out all thoughts besides the two men ravaging you right now, stretching out your holes and all you could do was lay there and sob out their names. "Oh shiit— did we fuck her stupid already?" Chuuya questioned, breathy moans and grunts leaving his swollen lips that were stained with your lipstick like his cock. "Sure looks like it, ah fuuck—" Dazai moaned, their rhythm slowly falling apart as their orgasm approached. " 'm gunna—" you couldn't even finish your sentence before squrting all over their cocks, head lolling back on Chuuya's shoulder as you twitched from the overstimulation. Dazai's hips stilled suddenly, shooting his seed deep inside of you, some of it dribbling out as he pulls out, some of it spurting on your cunt, coating your pussy lips in his release. Chuuya's arms hooked under your knees, bringing you to his chest as you screamed his name, tears flowing out of your puffy eyes like jewels. "Cumming— fuck!" He growled, slim hips pressed against your plump ass while he flooded your insides with his cum.

Your heavy eyelids widened when Chuuya lifted you up, now facing him. "What're you—" you gasped when you felt his cock prodding at your cunt this time, ready to fuck you to oblivion. Dazai gripped your hair from behind, tugging on it to make eye contact with you, "You didn't think we were done from just that, did you?" You whimpered at his low tone of voice, perfectly manicured nails digging into Chuuya's shoulders as he pushes into you again, your cunt fucked raw and sore. Bandaged hands spread your cheeks apart, groaning at the lewd view of his ex-partners cum flowing out of your hole. " 's too mph— much!" You babbled, wincing at Dazai pulled at your hair and landed a swift smack on your ass. "You can take it, honey," he bit his lip, slipping into your other hole with a loud groan, your eyes crossing at the mind-numbing stimulation.

"Shiiit— pussy grippin' me so tight," Chuuya moaned, throwing his head back as he thrusted into you vigorously. The three of you were rendered a drooling, panting mess; overstimulated and shaking as they bend and mold your body to their desire, turning you into their personal cocksleeve for the night and you loved it. Dazai's fingers found your nipples, pinching and pulling and the hardened buds, making you cry out even louder for them, slapping one of the soft mounds before flicking at your nipples again.

You felt something in your lower stomach turning, tightening as they thrusted in and out of your oversensitive cunt. Chuuya's hand suddenly wrapped around your throat, not gripping tight but hard enough to make you feel breathless and dizzy. Everything went white, you could hear ringing in your ears as you gushed all over them, your juices covering Chuuya's abdomen and dripping down his cock. A creamy ring had formed around the base of his cock, hands reaching everywhere they could before his hips stopped, his semen gushing into your walls and staining them white. Dazai came shortly after, burying his face into your neck as his cum filled your gooey insides.

Dazai laid you on your back gently, softly shushing your sobs as you clung onto him, burying your face in his chest. His hand was splayed on your back, rubbing random shapes on your sensitive skin. "Shh, my pretty girl. Did so well for us, hm?" He whispered, kissing the crown of your head while Chuuya got up to get a washcloth and a glass of water. He handed you the glass of water and some pills, "birth pills," he clarified, looking away bashfully while Dazai snickered. You didn't even realize how dry your throat was until drinking the cold water, offering your burning throat some relief. "I should probably lea—" you got cut off by Dazai pulling you back into his arms burying his face into your soft chest, "Why not stay? I'm not the type of guy to let a pretty lady go home alone at 3 am after having such an intimate moment." Chuuya huffed and nodded in agreement, laying next to you before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Dazai pouted, scooting closer and shoving Chuuya's arm off of you. "A dog should know it's place, you should honestly go sleep on the floor," Dazai joked. "HAAH?!"

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-SUNRISE-

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – NOTE♡: had a dream abt this few nights ago and decided to turn it into a fic lmfaoo

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – paring: prince!dazai x succubus!reader (fem.)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – synopsis: feeling bored out of his mind, prince dazai decides to summon a demon to fuck on the altar

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – tw//: SUB DAZAI🤭, bratty dazai, soft dom reader, riding, blowjobs/oral(m.), teasing, edging, overstim, demons/rituals, religious themes, exhibitionism, crying, begging, praising, mentions of teaching, caught(at the end), monster fucking(no literally cuz reader is a demon), slight bribery(mori💀), inappropriate use of the phrase 'father, please forgive me'

everything was perfect, the candles lit dimly enough to brighten up the dampened room, the pillars each with their own cross, the rows of benches empty; everyone out of sight; the night where everyone sleeps, he summons a demon. a book given by mori ougai, a local doctor from the frill town of the outskirts, lay out in his palms; dropping upon seeing the glaring pink light coming from the magic circle

"use it to your hearts content," he says, "you may relieve yourself, but don't overdo it." dazai rolls his eyes at the words from the doctor, "you know mori, I don't believe in folk tales. those are for the ones beneath the chosen ones," being handed the book anyways; mori ignores the prince's words, "ah- come again? you know it's not nice to talk about your money makers.. er- citizens of your land." with his nail underneath his other nail, picking at the dirt that amassed from his long journey to the town; without a shower. "do they matter?" dazai asks, "very," mori responded, picking up an unknown concoction from his desk drawer, "ughh!!!" dazai groans, tossing his arms and head back as his legs stretch out, "I'm so boredd!! mori give me that!" dazai points to the vial being held in the doctors hand and the older man shook his head with a smile; a smile that dazai could recognize, "now, now; see here, I have something for you," waving the vial around, "I'll give you this if you try out a summoning from that book." dazai gave the older man a confused look, "summoning?"

"yes, summoning."

"but why?"

"why, you ask? well, you said it yourself, folktales are only for the ones standing on the sides; but this is a summoning journal for the ones at the top."

"no way.." with eyes wide as saucers; the whole church lit up as the furniture got tossed around as the winds picked up speed. he didn't even know how there was wind in an indoor place, but who was he to complain when a hot beauty emerged from the blinding light. staring down at him, presumably mockingly, "and who do we have here?" her angelic like tone, one that lures men with irresistible beauty, "holy..." dazai couldn't believe what he was seeing, a literal demon has spawned. in the church. where the holy communists and holy capitalists live. the demon spreads her wings, a smile adorn her face, "such place to be summoned at is quiet the memorable experience, don't you think?" she flaps her wings. now on the ground, dazai could see more of her features. horns etched onto the side of her head;tail swishing around, the tip a heart shape;no clothes on at all;the mark on her abdomen, glowing pink;talons as sharp as an eagle. she notices his staring and does a little twirl, "stop staring!~" she giggles, "I might get addicted to the attention," having walked closer to him, the demon pulls on his belt, slacks becoming undone in the matter of seconds.

"wha-!" she muffles his noise of suprise with a kiss. dazai could feel the tip of his dick being toyed with, her delicate fingers fluttering over it, occasionally giving him a stroke or two, "ha..~ oh- fuck!- hnng!~" throwing his head back as the demon slowly slides down with him, the two of them now sitting on the floor; the demon still teasing, "c'mon!!!" dazai whines, "i summoned you to fuck not to play!" rolling her eyes at his tantrum she starts stroking his dick, "suck or fuck?" she asks, "why not both?" she raises a brow; teasing smile on her face, "oh? does the lords son want to pay double the price?" she leans down, her head now next to dazai's dick, "after all.." licking a strip up his erect penis, "someone like you would be able to afford it, right?~" she opens her jaw wide, swallowing him whole, "!!!~♡" dazai's mouth went gape, as she starts bobbing her head. "wha- hgn.. HNGGN~♡ oh~ oh~ oh shit! wait- slow down! I might..-" barely managing to get out, dazai tries to pull the demon off his dick; sucking him dry seemed like her goal, but he wanted to savor every last minute of this pleasure. not listening to his pleas, she sucks; cheeks hollowing, dazai now flat on his back as he takes the pleasurable abuse. the blowjob was enough to make him feel like he's on cloud nine but not enough to make him orgasm; she was purposely giving him tiny kitten licks to his tip as soon as she pulled off him; to edge him as soon as she felt him do his final twitch.

dazai groans in frustration as soon as he's denied his orgasm again, "ughh!! you stupid slut!" he yells from the ground, "just suck and do your job!- GAAHHMNNN!!!~~♡♡♡" arching his back off the ground, he cums- white sticky substance shooting into the demon's mouth; swallowing every last drop. "oh- that was..." his chest heaves up and down as he heaves, "mmm~! yum~~" the demon grins in delight, licking her lips, "did- did you just?.." the demon nods her head, "yep~ i'm a succubus after all~" she winks playfully. welp that explained why the very first thing she did to him was suck him off. not that he was complaining though, dazai was very much enjoying being used as food. he might have to make time to visit that doctor again... to gift him an enormous amount of money as thanks. having now leveled out his breathing and regained his strength back, dazai gets up and reaches for his pants, "thanks for the good time! but i really have to get going-"

"where the hell do you think you're going?" he froze at the voice; so daunting and deep; threatening to rip his organs out alive. stopping in his tracks, dazai looks back towards the succubus who's glaring at him; murder on her mind, "um.." he says nervously, retracting his arm away from his slacks, "what's wrong?" she scoffs as she picks him up and tosses him over her shoulder? "woah-! hold on! wait, where- what are you doing???" dazai's mantra of questions were all ignored by the succubus aa she props him down on the alter, now kneeling down before him; head in between his legs as she takes his dick in her mouth again. dazai moans in suprise, "GH- Wha- what- OGH!~" he curls as he feels the intense sensation run through him; this time, she was slurping so hard he could feel his dick practically falling apart. his lips forming an o-shape as he cums, "GHHHH-~~♡♡♡" his cum shot down her throat, she took leisure in sucking him till all he let out was pained whines, begging her to stop as he couldn't take it anymore. with a pop, she pulls off dazai's poor penis, "hmph!!!" she huffed angrily, crossing her arms, "how dare you summon me and leave me high and dry!!" she scrunches, and dazai could only internally cringe. oh, so that's what this is all about.

"look.. im sorry, but i have an important event i can't miss today." dazai apologizes to the semen sucking demon. she glares at him even harsher, and he can't help but flinch. what's a human to a literal spawn of hell? okay, well, maybe there's not much difference between dazai and a spawn of hell, but he was still born human. dazai quickly took out his pocket watch and saw that it was only an hour after 3am, maybe. just maybe, he could do another round. preferably him fucking her though. "actually, maybe i can-" feeling himself being shoved down, he feels the demon straddle his lap, "can what? stay and feed me for the rest of your life?~" she teases him, grinding her soaking pussy against his dick. dazai hisses upon contact, in pleasure, "feed? sure, but not tomorrow.." he pants out, the effect of her arousal finally getting to him, "no." she repositions herself, aligning herself with his dick, "now," sinking her cunt onto his dick, both mewl in pleasure; dazai could barely formulate a single thought in his head, his eyes already rolled back as he's about to burst another load. she moans; hips never failing to stop; bouncing up and down, grinding forward, backward, sideways; never ending. "OH GOD-~~♡♡♡" dazai let's out a loud moan, "that's right, sweetheart, let it all out~♡" the succubus moans as she rides him into oblivion. one more, only one more clamp around his dick and he was seeing white, "OH~ F-FATHER!!!~♡♡♡" he cums, "P-PLEASE FORGIVE MEEeeEE!!♡♡♡~~" his voice cracks, shooting his seed up the demon's cunt. she revels in delight, spreading her wings as she cums as well- still riding out her orgasm as dazai is well into overstimulation at this point.

"pl-pleasseee!!" dazai begs, tired;overstimulated; can't help but need more of her; to ejaculate more. "what's the magic word?~" she grinds slowly, her pelvic rubbing against his, "i-" he feels her grinding slower, "NO-NONONO!! PLEASE!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEEASEE!!!~" he cries, frustration taking over his lithe form; he attemps to thrust upward, but the demon was using some kind of spell to hold him in place. "good boy~♡" she praised him, increasing her pace, dazai moans happily, but it still wasn't enough, "more!" he demands, but the demon only tsked in disappointment at him, "that's not what i taught you," he movements slowed again, and dazai was on the verge of crying. he could feel the eyes of the holy staring down at him with disgust, but he didn't care; never cared, so with one last attempt to regain control, the young prince opens his mouth; but was rudely interrupted by a long snake-like tongue running deep inside, exploring his cavern as well as thrusting it down his throat. dazai chokes and gags on the tongue, the slow grind of her hips never ceasing only made to fuel his anger more. despite having a spell on him, dazai attempts to thrash around- anything to gain closure, but of course, the demon had other plans. noticing his lack of response and will to fight, she rolls her hips in a way that would get him to forget about fighting back, but not enough to get off. "no~, no~, no~! bad boy!!" she humps him. that was it, the final straw that pushed him over the edge.

"IM SORRY!! PLEASE~~♡" dazai begs, crying; tears flowing, streaming down his cheeks, " 'M SORRY!!~♡" he's now doing his damn best to get his hips to thrust up, inside her soaking pussy, "FUCK!-- PLEASE, JUST!-" he wails, and finally, the succubus takes pity, "aww~ there he goes! aren't you such a goooooddd boyyyy???~" she smiles, now picking up a ferocious pace; instantly dazai cums, "GAHG-GGGHHHHHNNN-OOGG-EEE!!!!♡♡♡♡~~~" his hips finally being to lift in the air, thrusts inside the wonderful pussy as deep as he can, "GMHNMMMM!!!~♡♡" his feet are kicking in the air, as he strains his legs; back arches while his head is thrown all the way back, his eyes nowhere to be seen. his body twitched under the succubus, who only moaned as she was absorbing all of dazai's semen. "yes!~ yes;yes;yes!!~~♡" she yells in delight, her wings out and flapping, "that's it! good boy!!! cum! cum in deep!♡" with what little cum he had left in his sack, he spurts the last of it. dazai felt as if he was about to pass out, the sex having been more intense than he's ever experienced; feeling her move her hips up, his dick falling out; he tilts his head so he could see his cum; his own cum, dripping out of her along with her juices, "see all that?" she spreads her pussy's lips, "that's all your hard work~ good job!~♡" she giggles, and then topples down next to him, "do i have to feed you for the rest of the week?" he asks, but the demon turns her head and faces him with a devious smile, "for the rest of your life." dazai hums, content with whatever verbal contract he just agreed to. if it meant fucking good pussy everyday while relieving his stress, then he's all for it. dazai stares at the ceiling, nothing but the goldish hue coming from outside; it must have been sunrise already. silence consumed the atmosphere, he tilts his head to the side and finds the demon staring at him, "whats your name?" he asks, if he was going to go through a life long contract with a demon from the underworld he might as well learn her name. he could see her smile, possibly a genuine one, "y/n," he smiles at the name, "pretty. mine is dazai osamu." he sighs, just as he was about to pass the hell out, the sound of the church's door slammed open and there he heard his mother's panicked voice, "OSAMU! there you are, i was looking everywhere for you- WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"

oh, right, today was his father's birthday...

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"𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐀?"

note — ask, and thou shalt receive.

tws — explicit content, msub, teasing, degradation, cum eating, hair pulling, cowgirl, reader is meaaaan, bondage, choking, face-sitting, this is kinda filthy im ngl, i wrote this in 20 minutes so there will most definitely be errors, premature ejaculation, unprotected seeeex, dazai is pussy drunk but that's nothing new ... MDNI

"you think you're soooo cute, huh?" you raised a questioning brow, hands wrapped firmly around dazai's bandaged throat — and your pussy wrapped around his flushed cock. moans poured out of his mouth, which were all muffled by the sheer fabric of your panties stuffed in there — his lips wet 'n sticky with your arousal and his own spit.

he was so cute with his mouth shut — no more snarky and teasing comments you had to listen to as you rode him like your life depended on it. all he could do is moan and grunt around your pretty little panties while getting overstimulated over and over again. it was fucking amazing.

"feeling me up at work? seriously?" you scoffed, fingers tightening around his throat as you felt him gulp — cock twitching inside you as he tried not to nut right then and there. but god, were you making it so fucking difficult for him.

"don't you dare cum without my permission," you hissed out at the poor man, cunt squeezing down tightly as he bucked his hips up — trying to fuck up into you but to no avail, unfortunately. you giggled at his pathetic attempt to fuck you — "c'mon, this is so fucking embarrassing, honestly," you cooed — watching as he gazed at you through those pretty, long lashes that you were almost jealous of.

"fuck, you're such a slut, 'samu," you licked your lips — moving your hands from his neck to those chocolatey brown locks, tugging them hard as you can while bouncing on dazai's cock — watching as his eyes rolled back, his back arching as he moaned loudly despite being gagged — sticky white substance spurting into you and painting your walls white for the second time that night.

"oh you little...."

dazai groaned from the taste of your cunt — not at all minding his own cum dripping down your hole to his hot tongue. the combination of your slick and his load made him feel all dizzy — it was just so fucking lewd.

"enjoying yourself down there, baby?" you moaned, a grin spreading on your candied lips as you looked down at your boyfriend — eating your pussy out so nicely. fuck, he looked so ruined - his hair even messier than usual, eyes unfocused and hazy, pupils fully blown out, sharp nose bumping against your little clit as you rode his face to your desire, not caring if he could breathe or not — just like you knew he liked it.

i mean, how could you not? especially when you saw how fucking hard his cock got while devouring you like this — pussy gushing and creaming all over his face as he tried his best to lap it all up, not letting a single drop go to waste.

dazai felt like he was in heaven — hips twitching up everytime you grind down against his hot tongue, the lower portion of his pretty face completely soaked in your sticky honey — so fucking messy but he wouldn't have it any other way.

"o-oh fuuuhck — 'm close," you moaned — squeezing your eyes shut as you tugged on his wavy brown locks. the way you were using him solely for your pleasure — riding and creaming all over his face, had the man seeing stars — it felt so fucking good.

"cum, p-please, c'mon baby i know you can do it — cum on my face, please, " dazai spoke up for what seemed like the first time since you've started this — and fuck, his voice was so needy and desperate it had you gushing all over him, your juices being lapped right up by the man below you, who was basically on cloud nine at the moment.

dazai didn't stop licking and suckling on your cunt until he was sure he had cleaned every single drop — letting go of your clit with a wet 'pop!' as he let you come down from that delicious high.

you panted heavily, eyes snapping back open as you finally came to the right state of mind. you finally lifted yourself up, giving dazai some room to breathe properly, "oh 'samu, let's get you cleane—" your words died in your throat as you saw the creamy white substance all over dazai's tummy and thighs, and his cock dripping with cum.

he knows he should be embarrassed for cumming untouched from having his girl ride his face but all dazai could really think about in that moment was —

"fuck baby, i really need to rile you up more often."

© 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ─ do not copy/translate/repost and/or recommend any of my works on different platfroms under any circumstances. reblogs greatly appreciated !

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍' 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 ! — d. osamu

. note — 18+ content, fem!reader, thigh fucking, orgasm denial , teasing, reader is a pillow princess, cum (a lot of it), dirty talk, unprotected sex, somehow got really soft at the end + etc. not proofread

ps. this is so self indulgent i actually want him to do this to me so bad :( anyway forget i said this was supposed to be a drabble.

"I'm telling you, darling— you have the most perfect thighs,” Dazai groaned, slipping his cock between your thighs— rubbing himself on your cunt. “G-god, ‘samu — please just p-put it in already mmh!” You whined, empty pussy clenching around nothing while a bandaged hand reached down to grope and fondle your tits. “Shh, you have to be patient, sweetheart,” he moaned, throwing his head back as he teased your dripping entrance with the tip. You clenched in response— almost making him slip in but he was too quick, immediately pulling back as he felt you trying to suck him in. “Fuck— n-naughty girl,” a strained laugh left him, you could tell he was trying his best to keep his restraint.

“Heh, too much for the Dazai Osamu?” You giggled, before getting cut off by your own gasp as Dazai threw your legs over his shoulders— “oh, my pillow princess wants to be an impatient brat now? Hmm.. Fine then, no more playing nice.” his smirk made you nervous, what was he up to?

"oh yeahh— just like that, sweetheart—" Dazai grunted, dragging his twitching cock back and forth between your thighs— basically using you for his pleasure. Pathetic cries and whimpers left your pouty lips everytime his cock would nudge against your clit — almost slipping in before he cruelly pulled back, and repeating the action.

And the worst thing is— he refused to make you cum while he came so many times already, almost shooting blanks at this point. The sticky substance was everywhere— on your thighs, on your cunt, stomach, in your cunt— dripping down to your ass and onto the sheets, making a mess on the once perfectly made bed.

He'd do this thing where he'd fuck your thighs, thrusting his cock between them until he's on the brink of cumming— before pushing only the leaky tip past the tight ring of your cunt and shooting his load inside. It was so messy and downright filthy — the way he'd pull back after to watch his cum gushing out of your tiny hole, the sight alone was enough to have his spent cock spring back to life— and he'd go back to doing it all over again.

You felt like you were going insane— the torturous feeling of having your orgasm ripped away from you had you sobbing, begging Dazai to just fuck you— let you cum. But of course, he didn't listen— only chuckling mischievously before grinning at you, reminding you that you brought this upon yourself.

"Begging me already, sweet girl?" His tone was playful, but mean— making more tears escape your puffy eyes. "Please— 'm s-sorry—!" You gasped as the tip of Dazai's cock caught against your throbbing clit— making more of your slick gush out of your cunt. "Hmm..." He pretended to think for moment, fingers rubbing his chin to add more effect. You whined when he reached the same hand down to rub and flick at your clit, you know he could feel it throbbing like crazy by the way you felt him twitch against your thigh.

"Fine— since my girl wants it so bad, hm?" He wasted no time in pushing himself inside of you— your plush walls sucking him in immediately, basically milking him for all his worth. "Oh— fuck, how're you s-still so damn tight—" he laughed with a gasp, biting down on his bottom lip as he tried not to bust right then and there. But you were making it so damn hard for him— from the way your cunt was clamping down on him to the sight of your pretty face all blissed out as filthy moans left your lips.

Dazai knew that he wouldn't last long by the way you were basically clinging onto him— but he had to make you cum first, you earned it, after all. His fingers sped up on your clit, soft lips pressing sweet kisses on the shell of your ear as he fed you his cock. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, urging you to let go for him. "Fuuuck—! Just like that, pretty girl. Oh yeah, cum- cum f'me, baby—!" He got cut off by your high pitched squeal, as you gushed all over him— finally reaching your peak, and god was it amazing.

Dazai came with a deep moan as you squeezed down even tighter on him— covering your insides in white for the last time that night, shuddering as he spurted the last bit of him into you.

He pulled out soon after, both of you moaning at the loss of contact, while his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your plush hip. "Did so well for me, love," he cooed, brushing away the stray hairs off your face, before peppering your soft skin with kisses, fluffy chocolate brown hair tickling your cheek. His heart fluttered at the sound of your sweet giggles, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. Eventually your giggles died down, eyes now heavy with sleep as you muttered your last words before falling into slumber, "I love you 'samu.."

God— you were so good to him, he thought, sighing in contentment while kissing the top of your head, "I love you too," he muttered before rolling over next to you, "sweet dreams, love," he smiled, as his heavy eyelids finally shut.

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SNOWFLAKES & MARSHMALLOWS . . . a winter evening with you makes dazai realize what he’s been missing out on.

ft. dazai + f!reader, christmas time, lots of kisses, a little suggestive for a sec

“ow, ow, ow!” dazai sticks out his burnt tongue, glaring down at your mug of hot chocolate. his big brown eyes are shimmering, lips pouty. “it’s so hot!”

“it’s mine,” you poke his forehead, and he whines your name. “are you okay?”

he puckers his lips expectantly in lieu of a response. they lift up into a smile as soon as your mouth touches his, his giggles vibrating against you. “i’m all better now.”

your fingers brush against his as you take your stolen drink back. the sip of hot chocolate was enough for something warm to settle in his stomach, but he suspects the fuzzy feeling that’s been lingering in his chest since earlier that day is because of your company.

the christmas lights draped across the street had been especially pretty on the way home, bouncing off your skin and your big eyes as you looked up at him, intertwined hands swinging in between the two of you. you had given him your scarf when you saw him shivering, reached up on your tiptoes to wrap it around him; you said you didn’t need it, that he was there to keep you warm.

he thinks you look just as pretty now, bundled beneath a blanket, your legs intertwined with his. the fake tree you insisted on getting sits in the corner, emitting a warm white light around his little dorm.

“are you sure you want to drink that?” he sighs, draping a bandaged arm over his eyes. “you could hurt yourself. i’ll sacrifice myself and drink it for you, if i must.”

the sound of your happy hum makes him peek at you, whipped cream dotted on the tip of your nose, eyes bright as you pull your mug away. “it’s so tasty!”

he cups his palm against your cheek to tilt your face towards him. he kisses the whipped cream away, but it’s nothing compared to the plush of your lips when he presses his mouth against yours; you taste sugary sweet. “i can think of something tastier.”

you let out the dreamiest sigh as he kisses you, and he swears you could melt right between his hands. he nibbles on your lower lip, trying to ignore how dizzy he feels when your tongue presses against his own. you trail your fingertips along his jaw to pull him closer, his own inching up your sides, greedily taking in as much of you as he can.

“this is the first christmas eve i haven’t been alone,” he kisses you in between sentences, lips curled into a bittersweet smile. “if i’m not careful, i might get used to it.”

“you’re going to have to,” something tugs in his chest as your hands drift to his nape, touch tender as your fingertips trail along his neck, toying with the edges where his bandages overlap. “because i’m not going anywhere.”

the pads of your thumbs feel like velvet as they trace his face, cradling him with more care than anyone else ever has. he’s starting to miss your pout, his heart fluttering at the thought of getting to kiss it off your face, and inches his hand back towards your mug.

“‘samu!” his lips part as he steals another sip of your hot chocolate, a defense already brewing as he licks the melted marshmallows off his lips. “it’s snowing!”

he blinks. he’s already so much colder when you dart away from his side, even when you leave behind the blanket and your mug is still warm in his hand.

“come here, hurry!” you smile back at him over your shoulder, bouncing on your legs like a child. you hold your hand out, grabbing for him, and he intertwines your fingers with his as soon as he’s in reach.

he slides his arms around your waist and beneath your shirt, settling them against your bare stomach. he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, peeking up just enough to see the flurries outside. against the streetlights, they almost look like they’re glowing, little stars falling down to the grass and melting away.

you look at him, eyes shining with the reflection of the tree’s lights before you gaze back outside. “isn’t it pretty?”

he squeezes your hands and nods, but his eyes are glued to your profile. “gorgeous.”

BSD MASTERLIST

Interview About You

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader ♡ Tags: Established relationships, aged-up characters

Reporters couldn’t stop asking Dynamight about his new arm candy. Nobody recognized your face in the most recent paparazzi photos, but the implications of your open affection was clear as day. His fans couldn’t believe a random person snatched Dynamight out of nowhere.

His latest interview (the only one he agreed to) was entirely centered around you.

“Who is this mysterious girl?” the interviewer asked. “The internet’s dying to know! And how long have you known her?”

“You don’t get it?” Bakugou asked. “She’s mine. And I’ve known her for years.”

The live crowd went wild with speculation.

“For years?!” The interviewer’s mouth was agape. “Nobody’s heard anything about this woman during your entire hero career. Did you meet her back at U.A.? Were you always in love with her?”

“Yes and yes,” Bakugou replied. “So if her old boyfriends hear this, now you know to back off! ‘Cause she’s with me.”

You cringed as you watched the live show from home. You knew you shouldn’t have encouraged Bakugou to take the interview, but you thought you could convince the boy to behave for once. Still, his devil-may-care attitude was why you loved him.

“Can’t you give us just one more hint to her identity?” the interviewer asked. “Or to your relationship?”

“No! Now piss off!”

At this point, you wondered if Bakugou enjoyed sliding down the popularity rankings…

im sorry i CANNOT stop thinking about being BEAST dazai’s sweet lover, to have such a dangerous and terrifying man absolutely WHIPPED and head over heels for you….. he treats you so so gently, kissing every part of your skin like a place of worship <3 sitting on his lap so patiently as he finishes work, you’re just too good to him !! 

he gets so dizzy when he fully realizes that you’re actually real and that you’re here with him, he gets drunk off of your smell and any amount of contact you give him. he starts to get so handsy with you, he can barely help himself.. but you’re so sweet and that’s why he knows you’re gonna be good and help him ! he knows exactly how to rile you up and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you feel like you’re in heaven when he fucks you, he may be selfish but he’s not completely cruel (at least to you)

And Honestly I Can't Believe I get to call You Mine -- D. Osamu

contents: girl dad dazai, fluff-ity fluff, children, established relationship

A/N: Girl dad dazai? girl dadzai.

Dazai peered carefully into the crib housing his three month-old daughter, as if she'd awaken from the quietest creak of the floorboards. He rested his chin on the railing, brown irises staring at the pudgy newborn splayed out on her back. It was strange, seeing this new life that was half of him; normally he'd say that anyone who shares half of him was cursed, and while that sentiment remains he feels...a strange warmth in his heart. A foreign affection that tugged his heartstrings taunt and he couldn't help but reach out to the sleeping baby. His baby.

Dazai always felt afraid to hold her, even after she was born he hesitated before picking her squirming form from your arms. But it felt so right. He brushed his fingertips along her soft cheeks, softly prodding at the doughy fat and he felt a bit of him melt when she let out a soft yawn at the gesture. She looked like you, the hair and face shape were reminiscent to you but he couldn't deny the similarities that she had to him, the same honey-toned eyes and button nose that told her paternity.

He thought for a moment before dazai scooped her up from her crib, shushing her soft coos of sleepy confusion as she stirred. "shh, okay? Go to sleep sweetie..." He softly bounced her on his lap, kissing the fuzzy wisps of hair adorning the crown of her head.

Dazai never imagined himself with kids of his own. Sure he was good at calming fussy babies and making children laugh but a child of his own? He didn't know if he wanted to make an innocent soul bear the weight of their father's sins, to bring a child in the world only for them to have the tainted blood of a criminal, of a murderer running through their veins and poisoning them slowly.

But sitting there, with the cutest baby giggling and cooing in his lap as she grabs his shirt in her pudgy little hands, dazai realized that maybe, he didn't have to live the life of burdening his daughter with the days he long since left.

©Cheriiyaya 2024

a language only you speak

synopsis: wife privileges with bakugou katsuki are very much real.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

the agency is bustling with its usual chaos—sidekicks rushing from desk to desk, phones ringing nonstop, and the occasional explosion from the training hall shaking the walls.

in the center of it all, katsuki katsuki sits at his desk, arms crossed, scowling at the stack of paperwork he’s been putting off all morning.

his brows twitch in irritation, but before he can push the papers off his desk and call it quits, the door swings open with a force that makes a few nearby interns jump.

“katsuki!”

your voice slices through the noise, effortlessly commanding attention.

sidekicks freeze mid-step. pro heroes pause in their conversations. even kirishima, who’s used to your entrances by now, watches with barely contained amusement.

the only person who doesn’t seem at all surprised is katsuki himself.

he exhales through his nose, tipping his chair back just enough to get a good look at you as you stomp toward his desk. his scowl softens—just a little.

“the hell are you doing here?”

“you forgot your lunch,” you say, placing a neatly packed bento box in front of him with a pointed glare. “again.”

there’s a beat of silence.

katsuki clicks his tongue, eyes flicking from you to the box. his fingers tap against the desk like he’s debating whether to take it, but the hesitation is brief.

with a grumble, he snatches it up, pulling it toward him like it’s a classified mission briefing.

you cross your arms and watch him open it, waiting for his reaction. it’s all his favorites—seasoned rice, grilled fish, a few side dishes you made just the way he likes.

he doesn’t say thank you, but you know him well enough to recognize the way his eyes linger on the food, the almost imperceptible shift in his posture.

he’s pleased.

you reach over, brushing your fingers against his collar, smoothing out the slightly rumpled fabric.

the agency watches in stunned silence, waiting for the inevitable explosion, but it never comes. katsuki lets you fuss over him without so much as a grunt of complaint.

that’s when kirishima, ever the instigator, speaks up.

“hey, dynamight,” he calls from across the room, arms crossed with a grin. “how come you let her do that, but if I even breathe near you, you tell me to ‘fuck off’?”

kaminari jumps in immediately, pointing an accusatory finger. “yeah! I tried to fix your mask that one time, and you nearly murdered me.”

katsuki pauses mid-bite, eyes flicking up. the office is dead silent, waiting for his response. his expression is unreadable for a moment before he speaks, voice low and deliberate.

“is your name y/n?”

kirishima and kaminari exchange glances. “uh…no?” kirishima ventures.

“are you my wife?”

kaminari snorts. “pretty sure we’d know if we were.”

“then shut the fuck up.”

the office settles into a stunned silence after katsuki’s blunt response, eyes darting between him and you like they’re watching a rare phenomenon unfold.

kirishima leans back slightly, arms crossed, brows raised in something close to admiration. “huh.”

kaminari tilts his head. “so that’s just...how it is?”

katsuki doesn’t answer immediately.

he focuses on his food, chewing deliberately, as if debating whether this conversation is even worth his time. you know he hears them, though.

you can always tell when he’s listening, no matter how much he pretends not to.

kirishima rubs his chin thoughtfully. “that’s so manly, bakubro.”

katsuki scoffs, finally looking up, crimson eyes sharp.

kirishima waves him off, unfazed.

“nah, I mean it. I always thought you just had rules about personal space, but it’s not that. it’s just—you let her do whatever because she’s her.”

a pause.

katsuki clicks his tongue, shoving another bite of rice into his mouth, but his silence says more than words ever could.

you smile, resting a hand on his forearm. “he’s a little soft, but only for me.”

he glares at you. “I’ll kill you.”

“you won’t.”

his jaw ticks. you’ve won this argument before it even begins.

kaminari shakes his head like he’s watching something unfathomable. “man…you’ve got it bad.”

“I don’t ‘got’ anything,” katsuki grumbles, shoving his chopsticks into the rice with unnecessary force. “i just don’t see why you extras are actin’ so damn surprised.”

“you literally detest people touching you,” sero points out.

“yeah, people,” katsuki snaps. “she’s not ‘people.’ she’s my wife.”

and that’s the thing.

to them, it’s unusual. to them, it’s something to gawk at, something to be shocked by. but to katsuki, it’s just natural. it’s not about ‘privileges’ or exceptions—it’s just the way things are.

he’s never even thought to explain it, because there’s nothing to explain.

he doesn’t let anyone mess with his uniform, but you can straighten his collar.

he doesn’t let anyone borrow his things, but you can use his shampoo.

he doesn’t let anyone get too close, but you can curl up beside him and steal his warmth like you belong there.

because you do.

katsuki quirks an eyebrow, setting his chopsticks down. “you done interrogating me now?”

the others exchange glances, like they’re debating whether they’ve gotten enough material to fuel their endless teasing for the next month.

kirishima seems to understand there’s a line he shouldn’t cross—not because katsuki would explode (though, let’s be real, that’s still a possibility), but because this is something real.

kaminari, on the other hand, is kaminari.

“so, like…” he leans on the nearest desk, a slow grin spreading across his face. “if y/n asked you to wear, I dunno, a stupid matching sweater or something, you’d do it?”

katsuki barely spares him a glance. “no.”

kaminari looks at you. “he’s lying, right?”

you tilt your head, pretending to think. “hmm. well, he did wear that ridiculous apron I bought him last week.”

the entire office perks up.

katsuki’s expression darkens. “you said you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“I said I wouldn’t tell anyone why you wore it.”

and the office rises in roars.

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dazai sleeps like a princess. i know it. i know he does.