Bakugou “do It Yourself—no—i’ll Do It” Katsuki.

when u and katsuki get intimate, he makes sure ur both wearing ur wedding rings ‼️

Bakugou Katsuki could be insufferable when it came to going out.

"Kats."

He hums in reply, his eyes slowly drifting from his phone toward you. A small grin spreads across his lips as he notices your annoyed stance.

"Where are my heels?" You plant your hands firmly on your hips, staring him down. "Where did you put them, Kats?"

Bakugou Katsuki eyes trail slowly down your body, the question clearly slipping past his mind. His grin widens, and his eyes lift back up to your chest shirt.

Bakugou Katsuki, with a feigned look of innocence, finally meets your gaze.

"Sorry, what was that, ma?"

You roll your eyes, growing more irritated. To his disappointment, you cross your arms over your chest.

"Where are my heels, Kats?"

Bakugou Katsuki stands up from the couch and walks over to you, pretending to think deeply about whether or not he’s seen your heels today. He hid them.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you toward him effortlessly. You reluctantly let yourself fall into his embrace, still holding a frown as you look up at him.

Bakugou Katsuki begins fiddling with the hem of your top, his grin never fading.

"I don’t know, mama. Why do you need them anyway?"

You sigh, already realizing where this conversation is headed.

"I’m going out, Kats. It’s girls’ night, remember?"

He raises his eyebrows as if he’s forgotten your plans, but you know better. He hasn’t.

"Where’d you get your top from?" he asks, dodging the topic entirely.

Your eyes narrow, catching onto his game.

"You bought it for me."

Bakugou Katsuki smirks, his hands sliding up your back to gently cradle the back of your neck.

"Oh, yeah. It looks real good on you, baby. Wanna stay home with me and show me all your other tops?"

You sigh, glancing at your watch and realizing you're already an hour late to the get-together.

Bakugou Katsuki chuckles as you take his hand and lead the way to the bedroom. His hands start to unfasten your skirt, and he silently congratulates himself for getting you to stay home.

Bakugou Katsuki was insufferable when it came to being clueless. You were insufferable for letting him convince you every single time.

"I'll Pick the Prettiest Poison."

Dazai x implied fem! reader

a/n: first time writing ada dazai lets go 🙏 thank you @zxyzay54p for the idea 🫶

content: being one of dazai's girls, oneshot, i don't wanna make him ooc so ima explain a bit, the womanizer aspect of his personality is mostly getting smth in return, fling, suggestive, kissing, making out, implied nono time, im so sorry for writing this, it took me 30 minutes guys please, i think this is too suggestive im regretting my life

You don't care,

you don't give two shits that the man infront of you had been with God knows how many women, you don't care if he'd leave you crying after, right now - your stomach knotted and you felt hot and fuzzy, the taste of whiskey and Dazai's soft lips crashing against yours was the only damn thought in mind.

You don't care that the soft skin your hands cradled were once covered in the blood of the innocent, that the warm hands that gripped your hips once held another womans. There were a few things that came within spending your time with a lazy, suicidal obsessed detective; your pleasure, and your later pain. He'd be the warning of the town's talk, gossip filled with his alluring eyes and messy brown locks.

"You wanna know why I call you 'belladonna?', pretty?"

The man whispers against your swollen lips, his voice laced with estacasy and desire; you only pulled him closer by tugging on his black bolo tie, his large trenchcoat draped over you. "Because, a beautiful plant such as a belladonna could kill that of a person; I wouldn't mind dying with the the taste of your lips," he explains, hands snaking around your waist as his brunette locks poke your forehead from the proximity. "Even if they were stained with poison." Dazai's eyes darken with lust and intention, his own lips and neck were marked with your own lipstick.

"Shut up," you quip, wrapping your arms around his neck in a pure haze. "Just kiss me right now." the man chuckles darkly, leaning down to leave a trail of hot kisses down your jawline and neck, his lithe fingers tangling in your hair; basking in the warmth and sensation. "Needy, aren't we?" Dazai questions rhetorically, his lips pressing right against the spot behind your ear; making you stiffle a whine.

Dazai always treated you so delicately, as if you were made of glass. But even so, all the cautiousness never suited the former Demon Prodigy; one day, he'd be the one to shatter that glass. Who knows, maybe he's doing it right now? Maybe he'd break each corner of precious glass with your name engraved into it, but to him; you'd still be like a cracked mirror, reflecting a perfection so beautifully - or a masterpiece ripped at every edge.

"You have two choices, belladonna," he whispers, softly kissing the shell of your ear as his hands cradle your waist. "we stop now or," the detective chuckles lowly, his breath tickling your ear as he leans in to give you an ever so gentle kiss on the cheek. "take this further." Dazai rasps, his hands sliding to massage the back of your thighs. "You already know my answer, Osamu." you whisper, leaving a soft peck on his jaw; the man laughs in amusement.

"Hmm, alright," he gives a satisfied hum, pulling you closer as the brunette leaves another gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Just relax then, just relax, 'bella."

boyfriend!dazai who...

poll has spoken; and boyfriend!dazai headcanons has won!! i will write all the ones on the poll, however they will be in order by most voted to least voted ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ small nsfw warning; nothing huge! unedited writing! PLZ ENJOY<3

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white = couldn't tag :[

who is a sucker for your touch and attention!! in a sexual way or not, he will beg for you hands on his!

who guilts you into hanging out with him; even when he knows your busy.

who will take a day off just to be with you.

who lives for your kisses on his neck, he may be major sensitive there but he only allows your lips to kiss it.

who loves it when you so what he asks of you, not even in a sexual way; he just loves how submmisive you are to his words.

who goes on the most crush dates he can think of; amusment parks, movie theaters, ice cream dates, even just movie night at home!

who begs you to do your makeup; even if it's just eyeliner, or blush to make you look pretty!

who holds you close to his chest when he sees you crying about anything. he hates it when you cry, you have no reason to when he's with you.

who doesnt take all your "insecure crap!" not in a rude way- no, no, no- he just doesnt see the point in arguing with you about it; your astonishing!! almost to perfect for this sad and evil world.

who will brag to atsushi about you; to the point the boy gets prettt sick of hearing it. [ however, he would love to meet yoi sometime ]

who hates to fight with you; however he will when needed to. he tends to leave you alone and wait for you to come crawling back to him...

who asks you to do a "double suicide" with him...hes dazai, of course he will. he will stop if you uncomfortable with suicidal jokes, on the spot!

who gets possesive when jealous. pulls you to his side when he sees another man/women try to woo you away from him.

who is broke asf and uses most of the ADA's credit card to pay for your dates/hang outs; or if you want this or that that you come across on dates.

who loves to play with your hair...he loves to comb his fingers through; short or long- putting it in ponytails, styling it.

who makes you feel like your on cloud nine when having sex. he loves to hold you while hes ontop of you and seeing the look on your face.

whos gentle...to a certain extent. he will get rougher; but he does it more the more you ask him to do so.

who has the best aftercare; he will rub any sore spots on your body, mostly your back, thighs, and sometimes ass or arms.

who teases you in bed by kissing your tummy before suddenly biting your inner thighs.

who doesnt mind being the bottom, as long as he gets to feel good he's pretty much at your will.

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? - G.S.

Synopsis. There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancé.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, Satoru’s blindfold gets used, overstimulation (male + female), lots of cum, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, making Gojo Satoru cum in his pants, breaking the bed, mating press, pet names (my girl), swearing.

Word count. 3.0k

A/N. Can you tell it’s ovulation week. PART 2 HERE. Art by @_3aem on x.

Ah~ It’s the 21st century, they should really make these curses self-exorcizing. 

It’s been a long day of dealing with countless curses and five droning clan meetings (all of which he missed, oops). Now, Satoru loiters around your shared penthouse apartment - waiting for you to come back home from work.

Hmm, maybe he’ll quickly drop by and see what the first years are up to? He probably didn’t have a class right now. 

But first, Satoru grins, opening the refrigerator to grab at the secret stash of sweets all the way in the back - something sweet.

---

It was odd to step into a tense silence suffocating your home - usually used to being met with whines of “how dare you take so long!” and “you won’t believe what that emo kid did today.” as soon as you walked in through the door.

Was Satoru running late on a mission today?  

It wasn’t surprising, the man had to be everywhere - it’s not like he always has the time to teleport and welcome you home. Yet, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off as you made your way into the kitchen.

Cursing whoever invented the work week, the cold air of the refrigerator hits you as you open it to grab a drink, wondering when your fiancé will be home.

Wait.

Tired brain distinctly noting the lack of that familiar flash of hot pink, you double-take as you glare at the back of the refrigerator - as if willing it to materialize in front of you. Where was that?

“That” being the gag gift your friends had given you last Christmas to playful wolf whistles. Some large slab of “aphrodisiac chocolate” - probably normal chocolate - that you’d skeptically thrown in with your secret candy stash for a rainy day. 

Satoru had ransacked your goods again, you sigh. But if he was home…then where was he?

“Toru? Are you home?” you call out in confusion, only to be met with a deafening silence. 

Concern etched on your face, you set the drink down to look for Satoru, footsteps thumping against the hardwood floors at each tense step. 

Approaching the bedroom, a low, unmistakable moan filters through the heavy door. Satoru.

Heartbeat racing and worry coursing through you, you cautiously push the door open - only to be met with a sight that makes your heart stop.

There, sprawled across your bed in just his boxers, a delicate flush spread enticingly along his sculpted body, was your Satoru. 

Something about this scene felt more than a simple evening nap. The air was heady and thick with something. Maybe it was that familiar hot pink wrapper lying empty at the foot of the bed. Maybe it was the way Satoru’s usually vibrant eyes were half-lidded, curtained by his tousled hair. 

Or maybe it was his hand squeezing the large outline of his achingly hard cock through his boxers. Circling the dark spot around his leaking tip. Massaging his heavy balls. Teasing. 

“You’re home‘ he rasps out, voice strangled and snapping you out of your trance. 

“Wha- yes. Toru, what happened?” you sputter out, eyes locked on the way his cock twitched animalistically at the sound of your voice.

In the blink of an eye, Satoru’s gotten up from the bed, muscled arms caging you against the wall. His rock-hard erection presses into your front, precum smearing through his boxers against your work clothes.

“You’re home.” he repeats, sounding as strained as if he were about to snap any second. Losing his sanity with each breath that fans your hair.

You could feel the pulsing of your cunt as your eyes flit from the sheen of sweat decorating his body to the blindfold haphazardly hanging off his neck. Satoru finally raises his eyes to look at you.

Oh, he’s already lost his sanity.

Pupils blown, those blue eyes you love now a lustful black - a predatory glint in them that made a carnal part of your cunt twitch. His mouth spreads into a wolfish grin, teeth bared as if ready to eat you up. 

A shiver runs down your spine.

“Toru…you okay?”

“You’re home.” he breathes out, as if a prayer. 

“Satoru.”

The simple call of his name sealed your fate.

The buttons hit the ground before you realize what he’s doing. Ripping your shirt off, pulling off your bra, fisting your clothes in his hands as if it killed him to see you clothed. 

Too impatient - too starved - to remove your skirt, he pulls it to shreds off your hips.

“Woah- slow down there.” you squeal as he drops to Satoru knees, biting down on the thin fabric of your soaked panties, tugging with his teeth. You know he’ll buy you ten more to replace what he’s torn, but jeez where was the decorum?

“Can’t” he slurs, peeking up at you with dazed eyes. Was your Satoru even here with you?

“What?” 

“Can’t stop.” he murmurs lowly, voice sending vibrations to your twitching cunt. 

And before you know it, sharp teeth bite around your panties, ripping them to shreds. Looking up at you with hooded eyes, miles away, grinning devilishly around the soaked fabric in his mouth. 

Shit, what have you gotten yourself into.

Despite your thobbing pussy, you soothe “Now, Toru. Why don’t we just-”

“Shut up.” he mutters. And he does - words catching in your throat as Satoru dives nose-deep into your dripping cunt. Hot tongue urgently lapping at your juices, as if a man dying of thirst..

Nose rubbing your pulsing clit in rough circles, he breathes you in so sinfully, letting out a throaty groan as he does. He bullies his tongue past your dripping folds, stretching you, dipping in and out of your quivering entrance. Over and over. In and out.

You were losing your mind with each rough push of Satoru’s warm tongue. Dizzying pace forcing lewd whimpers out of your mouth that mix with the squelches of his mouth on your pussy. 

You buck your hips desperately into his face, and amidst his merciless abuse on your cunt, you barely notice the way he presses his body against yours. 

Shit, so this is why he’s so fucking feral - Satoru’s cock was painfully hard, swollen and throbbing against your leg. Fuck- you weren’t gonna be able to walk for a while.

He grind his hips into you, precum soaking your bare legs. With a low whimper at the back of his throat, Satoru’s tongue fucks you in a way you knew he wanted to with his cock right now. Rough and unrelenting.

Maybe it’s the harsh abuse of his mouth on your swollen lips, nose catching on your clit just right. Or maybe it’s the feeling of your slick dripping down the corners of his mouth, onto your thighs and mixing with the precum of his aching erection. 

Before you can even register it, you’re cumming all over Satoru’s mouth, grip tight on his white locks and hips riding his pretty face.

Greedily lapping at your quivering cunt, he moans as his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sweet juices pooling around his tongue. 

In the back of your mind, you recognize the feeling of Satoru’s warm cum smearing against your leg. Did- Did Gojo Satoru just come in his underwear while eating you out?

Sinfully, he licks at the mixture of your juices dripping down your legs, eyes closed as if tasting a delicacy. He was going to be the death of you.

As soon as your high bates, Satoru stands to his full height. Towering above you with eyes that looked like he wanted to positively eat you alive.

“T-Toru…are you okay?” 

But your fiancé stays silent, throbbing erection still straining painfully against his wet boxers as he shoves you against the cold wall. Rough hands on your hips, presenting your dripping cunt to him and arching you to his will.

A large hand smacks the wall beside your head, plaster crumbling under his strength. Shit, if he keeps going at this pace then nothing in the house will survive Satoru - including you. 

You feel the cum-soaked fabric of his boxers grinding against your ass, his hands pulling and groping every bit of skin he can reach.

“Toru, take it off.” you whine out, words dripping in lust.

You don’t need to tell Satoru twice. With grace that he wouldn’t give your clothes, his boxers are on the ground, painfully hard cock hitting his abs. 

You can feel the slick dripping down your legs as you look behind your shoulder to see one hand wrapped tightly around his large cock. Pulling in slow, languid motions up to the furiously flushed tip. His heavy balls twitch as he thumbs the prominent vein along the side.

“I want-”

You can’t even finish your sentence before Satoru’s bullying his massive cock into your snug cunt. Plush walls desperately trying to adjust to his size as he sheaths himself in your hot core. 

You moan at the delicious stretch of your pussy. It’s not like you haven’t done this before - yet, where Satoru was usually suave in sex, right now it was replaced by pure, feral need. With his tip kissing your cervix as he pushed animalistically into your cunt - you didn’t know if you’d make it out alive. 

“Hah- Toru it’s too big. Ah! I can’t-.”

“You will.” he grits out, teeth clenched and brows furrowed. 

Satoru presses into you inch by fucking inch, groaning at the tight ring of muscles trying to both push him out and suck him in desperately. It was so animalistic.

It seems Satoru’s body moves before his mind, hips fucking into your dripping pussy recklessly. Harsh thrusts, not even pulling all the way out to ram into you as he usually does - as if he can’t bear to part with your wet core. His balls sting your cunt as they smack against you at his unforgiving pace, strings of slick and cum connecting him to you.

“Ah- So good f’me, my girl. Always- so good.” he gasps out at the heavenly feeling of your dripping cunt sucking him back in at each thrust. “Hngh! Mmm more. I need more. Need it so bad.”

Hands arching your back into him now grope the expanse of your skin, before wrapping around your body to lift you off the floor. 

“Ah! Toru, what- hngh-” you choke on your words at the new angle. 

Satoru’s body bows into you, cock still slamming inside you at a feral pace midair. Not even a hair’s breadth between your bodies. 

With one hand he forces you to look up at him, capturing your lips with his in a searing kiss. Pretty mouth sucking your tongue as he did with your cunt.

If you were in a better state of mind, you’d notice the slight glow tinging his lustful eyes. The electricity thrumming through his fingers. Yet you already knew - Satoru was absolutely losing it.

Your feet dangle off the ground as he holds you securely, length reaching impossibly deeper inside you. Prominent vein grazing that one spot over and over.

“Hngh- Oh my god, Toru. S’too much!” you pull away to whine. 

“Open your mouth.” he murmurs raspily. As if body on auto-pilot, your mouth opens, tongue lolling out for what he was about to give.

Satoru’s stream of spit is warm on your tongue, making you clench around his merciless cock. He lets out a drawn-out groan, eyes boring down at you, holding a glint of the same insanity he has when he exorcizes curses, “My nasty girl. Can’t get enough of you.”

You moan at his words, hands reaching behind you to grab on the blindfold dangling on his neck. “Toru more-” you gasp out, your tight grip causing him to bow his head with a groan, cock twitching ferally. 

“Fuck! More? You fucking want more?” he groans out, voice wrecked with pleasure. 

You let out a yelp as his teeth dig into your neck - hard enough that you were sure you’d have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was going to eat you up. Yet, your grip on his blindfold never waves, pulling him closer as he fucks roughly into your snug cunt. 

Ass burning at the friction of his pelvis. Pussy dripping onto your bedroom floor. Unforgiving. Gojo Satoru was unforgiving. “Ah! Toru s’good.” 

You both cum with strangled gasps. A low keen at the back of Satoru’s throat, and he’s pumping hot ropes of cum into your awaiting pussy. Tears stinging your eyes at your sensitivity, all you know is a wave of pleasure as you ride out your climax on the ramming of his hips and the how full you are of his seed.

His hand still draws hurried, desperate circles on your clit. You squeal at the overstimulation, tears clinging to yours lashes. “Toru- hngh!” you can barely get out the words, his hips slamming into yours mercilessly as Satoru milks his cock desperately on your quivering pussy. 

“Shut up. You said you wanted more. You’re gonna get more, my little slut.” he mutters carnally.

Ah, you can’t do this. You were going to fucking pass out.

“One- more.” he moans.

Your thighs clench around him, pushing your plush walls deeper as he lets out raspy whimpers with each thrust. “Hah- hngh.” 

“Shit- Toru I’m-” Your climax hits you with a jolt, body twitching in pain and pleasure from the oversensitivity as your cunt flutters around his cock - not even being able to tell when Satoru’s orgasm ends and when yours starts. 

You feel a tear hit your shoulder, overstimulation too much for his poor cock as his seed coats your walls once more. It drips out of you, forming a pool on the floor as he pulls out - for only a second before you’re thrown on the bed. 

Orgasm-hazed brain barely having time to register what is happening before Satoru stalks towards you from the foot of the bed. Unhurriedly approaching you as you scoot towards the headboard.

Your pussy jumps exhaustedly at the sight of him - eyes darkened and narrowed at you like a predator that has spotted his prey. A devilish smirk stretches across his swollen lips, glossed prettily with spit and slick. 

Toru, I-I don’-” you words slur out. 

“One- one more, my girl. Please.” Satoru whimpers, throat shot from what transpired just before. His cock twitches, glistening with cum and slick, dripping onto the fresh bedsheets. 

As he looms closer, you wonder how the fuck Satoru was still holding up - was this all because of the chocolate? You have half the mind to wonder whether he was using reversed cursed technique to keep you both alive.

You mewl deliriously at the feeling of your legs being thrown on his shoulders. Eyes blown and face flushed your favorite shade of pink, he licks a long stripe up your ankles, voice cracking as he moans sinfully. 

Satoru’s flushed tip teases your entrance, dragging along your swollen folds. Fuck. Shit. Maybe you wouldn’t even mind dying if it was with his cock rammed in your snug cunt.

Barely even lucid, he thrusts harshly into you - your tight entrance readily sucking up his flushed tip. You both hiss at the sensitivity. Surely, one of you was going to pass out. 

Hand moving to grasp the blindfold around his neck, you pull him to you. Your hamstrings burn in protest as Satoru bends down to attach his lips with yours, moving down until you were folded in half. 

Tongue tangling with yours, half-lidded eyes bore into yours, fiery with an intensity that made you unsure if either of you would make it out of this alive. 

Heartbeat roaring in your ears, you don’t notice the crack! of the bed and neither does Satoru. Too caught up in desperately reaching whatever number orgasm it was this night. 

Moans incoherent, your body convulses, nails dragging down the expanse of his sculpted back as the bed creaks in protest. A strangled groan leaves his mouth, cock throbbing inside you - or maybe that was your quivering cunt. At this point you really didn’t know anymore. 

“Shit- ah! Fuck. I’m- M’cumming. M’cumming. Hngh- cumming!” he whines out, voice ragged and breathing unstable. Delicate tears streak down his face, dripping onto your quivering body below him. Salty.

You can only let out exhausted whines, too fucked out to form any proper sentences.

Hot seed gushing inside you again, it overflows out of you, cunt dripping and too full to take anymore. Yet, Satoru still fucks into you until he sees stars and his poor cock is cumming dry. You can barely even feel your climax, distant tingles and the only thing on your mind being Satoru Satoru Satoru. 

The air leaves your lungs as he collapses on top of you. Skin flushed and sticking to yours. Body twitching as his poor cock neverendingly shoots blanks inside of you. Which number was this even?

That’s when you black out.

Floating in and out of dreams of blue, blue skies and mini Satorus running around, you wake up with a start. Well, as much of a start as you could with your entire body aching as if you got run over by a truck - and then an entire zoo after.

Bleary eyes taking in your surroundings, you distinctly realize that you’re spread out on the living room couch. 

What happened.

“Hey, you okay?” a hoarse voice sounds from beside you. You could barely recognize it as your fiancé’s, words jagged from…whatever it was before.

“You…are you okay?” you rasp out, raising a brow exhaustedly. Satoru chuckles sheepishly, tenderly smoothing over the blanket placed on top of you. What a change from before - are you sure this is the same guy?

“Well…the wall is crumbling, we broke the bed, and I’m pretty sure my dick won’t work again for the next couple years.” he gets out in one breath. At your silence, he continues “And I think my favorite blindfold is out of commission.”

“...wow.”

“Wow.” 

“You lecher, you ate from my secret stash, didn’t you?”

“...”

A few days later, opening the refrigerator, you’re met with a wall of hot pink. A sticky note on top reading in Satoru’s hasty scrawl, “This time you take one too :D”

A/N. Wrote this while watching The Garfield Show.

Plagiarism not authorized.

Just thinking about going to a fortune teller and asking about your soulmate. Horrified second after because they're describing Bakugou, and you and him don't get along at all.

Sighing in relief right after when she mentions your lover having a scar in his right cheek, which Bakugou doesn't have.

But after the war happens, you see him, see how much he has changed, how close you are now, and... the scar on his right cheek.

it’s clear the second virgin! Childe’s cock slips past your folds, that he’d get addicted to the feeling of your cunt. he’s so cocky, so well aware of his abilities, but fucking was beyond his area of knowledge, the red head knew you’d feel absolutely amazing, so warm and tight, trembling slightly at the mere thought while undressing between eager messy kisses.

“o-oh, baby, you feel so good” he stutters, bottoming out with a shaky exhalation from both the sucking of your walls around his throbbing cock and how absolutely beautiful you look underneath him, “i... can’t stop!”

Childe fucks himself into overstimulation, marking your insides with an immense amount of precum that eases the slide of his cock in and out your sobbing pussy, feet firmly planted on each side of your hips to reach as deep as possible, it aches, burns but he can’t and won’t stop, there’s tears brimming in his blue eyes, threatening to spill with each wet smack of his balls against your ass. it's so messy how much cum spills from your hole, drenching the sheets underneath, adding lubrication to Childe’s length that doesn’t show a sign of stopping soon.

and you’ll get addicted to him, to his cock, to his desperate kisses that break from whimpers unable to contain, to how moldeable he turns, all pussydrunk and needy to continue fucking you through at least a couple of your orgasms.

nsfw ahead !

sigma and dazai have been on my mind for a WHILE. which, obviously, has resulted into uhm,,, unholy thoughts 😁

therefore, imagine dazai taking you from the back, pounding into you and abusing your cervix with every thrust as you suck sigma off <3

and dazai is not making it easy for you to please sigma because he’s fucking you dumb, holding onto your hips like he’s holding on for dear life,, which he isn’t known to do. and sigma? sigma is a blushing mess. one hand lovingly on your head as you bob it up and down on his length, the other one across his mouth as he tries to hide his moans.

and dazai just speaks pure filth to you, smacks your ass and everything while sigma lets out quiet “fuck” ‘s and whines. dazai slides his hand down, rubbing your clit with one hand as you moan out loud, gripping the sheets. the dark haired man lets out a chuckle, pressing his lips to your ear “you like the way i’m fucking you, beautiful? feel good? don’t forget about my friend over there, okay?” he kisses your temple as he gestures to sigma.

and sigma’s ears go red “no no, it’s fine i— oh f..fuck” he tries to say before you lick his dripping tip. your eyes trail up to him, a silent chuckle vibrating against his sensitive cock as he whines, closing his eyes and looking away. “look at the effect you have over him, pretty girl. got him wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” dazai coos as he caresses your back, hips slapping against your ass.

and god, aren’t you just so beautiful? aren’t you just handling them both so well? that’s part of the filthy shit dazai whispers to you as he rubs your swollen clit, thrusting himself balls deep into you. and sigma agrees. he’s not going to say it out loud,, he’s too shy for it. but with the way you’re taking care of his hard-on, he could very well pass out.

your fingers trace patterns on sigma’s thighs, making him get louder, more vocal as he gets closer to reaching his peak. dazai, on the other hand, is aiming towards making you cum. he wants to see you fall apart because of him, wants you to know nobody else can fuck you this good. so he pulls out, like the annoying cunt he is and watches your hole gape and clench around nothing, making you whine impatiently.

“come on. let her have it” sigma says as he watches you squirm. dazai chuckles, a cocky smile appearing his lips “oh? think she’s not gonna make you cum if i don’t fuck her?” he teases as sigma rolls his eyes with a blush. “osamu.. please” you whine, looking back at him as he catches your jaw between his fingers.

“awww.. can’t refuse you when you ask me so nicely, belladonna. want me to fuck you stupid?” you nod impatiently, hand lazily pumping sigma as he watches the whole scene. dazai applies a sweet kiss to your lips, pulling away with a bite to your bottom lip. “only for you, pretty” dazai says with a wink as he parts himself away from you, slamming himself back into you.

soon enough your body shakes violently, as you yell his name. sigma takes a bolder approach, reaching for your face as he muffles your moans with a sweet kiss, tongue swirling against dazai’s previous bite. as you reach your high, dazai groans, gripping your hips tightly before painting your walls white with his thick cum, pulling out and watching it drip out from your aching hole.

your hand moves down to sigma’s dick as he whines against your lips, pumping his length before parting away from him “need you to cum too” and sigma bites his lip as you and dazai’s piercing eyes watch him. unfortunately for him, being watched only made his cock twitch in your hand as he gripped the sheets of the bed.

you got to work quick enough, kissing and licking at his sensitive tip as he begged for you to let him have it. his hips push up, fucking your fist as you chuckle, watching him rub himself in the palm of your hand “good boy, sigma. doing so well” and he whines, closing his eyes and throwing his head back before sticky ropes of cum shoot out from his mushroom-tip.

soon after you’re squished between the two as they kiss, praise and caress your body, taking care of you and making sure you aren’t hurting. sigma cannot stop thanking you, dazai cannot stop kissing all over you,, you’re so pampered, you’re their princess. until.. you know.. dazai decides to speak up.

“so… up for round two?”

“osamu, shut up”

Dazai/reader -> recording

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You assumed there would have been some survival instinct that prevented you from making deals with the devil, and yet you found yourself right by Dazai's side once again, his arm curled around your waist.

His hand lingered just a tad too low for it to be an entirely innocent touch; your cheeks felt hot with embarrassment as he guided you away from the crime scene, his smile sly.

Ranpo seemed to have solved the case already, anyway.

No one was going to notice you two disappearing into some shady alleyway.

Right?

As if somehow reading your mind, Dazai glanced at you. “You're not getting shy all of a sudden, are you, bella?” His voice had a teasing lilt to it; the corners of his mouth twitched up into a smirk.

You raised your shoulders in a shrug, uncertainty bleeding into your features. “I don't know, maybe we shouldn't—, I mean, we're here to support Ranpo, aren't we? We should just wait until we're home.”

“But where's the fun in that?”

You did your best not to flinch as, suddenly, his hand slipped underneath your blouse, lithe fingers pulling lightly at the lace of your bra.

“Besides, this way, you might not be supporting Ranpo, but you get to help me out in a special case. Isn't that nice?”

“I—, yeah. I guess so.”

“Don't worry your pretty little head about it, love. I promise I'll even be the one to explain to Kunikida where we ran off to.”

And, well, when he phrased it like that, who were you to protest?

Besides, you would have been a liar had you claimed that arousal wasn't already licking at you, having bloomed hotly in your abdomen ever since Dazai had begun to whisper terrible terrible ideas, promises, into your ear.

Despite having been in public, with Ranpo and some police officers mere meters away from you both, he didn't seem to have any issues with telling you in great detail just how he intended to make you come later; on his tongue and on his fingers until you were all but sobbing with pleasure, tears dripping down your flushed face.

Just the mere thought had you squeezing your thighs together in need and, while you had thought that Dazai, being the tease he was, had remained entirely unaffected by his own fantasies, that assumption was quickly proven untrue.

If he wasn't just as pent-up as you were, there would have been no reason for him to suggest a quick fuck in some dirty alleyway, after all.

“Alright, fine. Let's just be quick about it before anyone comes looking for us.”

Dazai chuckled, the noise soft. “Of course, bella.”

Mere moments later, you found yourself pinned face-first to a wall, the bricks cold against your skin, and you most likely would have complained about the more than uncomfortable position if it hadn't been for Dazai's fingers, which were quick to push against your cunt through the fabric of your panties.

“My, my, you're so wet already”, Dazai cooed, his voice sultry as he rubbed over your folds; you gave a low moan in response, your eyes fluttering closed. “That's quite naughty, bella. We were in public until just now, you know?”

You gasped as his thumb drew lazy circles around your clit, back arching on instinct despite the sensation still being dulled by your underwear. “Dazai—”

As if on cue, Dazai pulled away just a little, his fingers hooking underneath your panties and pulling to let them snap back against your skin. “Let's get rid of these, yes?”

God, you felt breathless already.

With a nod, you stepped out of your underwear and, before you were able to think about where to put it for now, Dazai all but snatched it from your hands, a smirk that never meant anything good on his lips.

“You won't be needing these for a while, bella.” Your panties vanished into one of his pockets, pink lace only barely peeking out, and your cheeks flushed with heat. His eyes sparkled with amusement while he flipped your skirt up, all but exposing you in damn public, though, luckily, no one seemed to be around. “Now, where were we?”

Before you had any chance to respond, one foot of his nudged your legs further apart, his grip on your hip keeping you balanced as you were forced to rest more of your weight against the wall.

Your breath caught in your throat when his free hand cupped your cunt from behind and, when he purposefully rubbed over your throbbing clit, a noise that sounded more like a sob than anything else left your throat.

“God, Dazai—”

“Quiet, love. We're not at home, you know?” he chastised, mirth dripping from his voice as two thin fingers were pushed into you with a wet squelching noise. Your thighs trembled. “If you're too loud, one of those pesky police officers might just come to investigate the noise he heard. You wouldn't want that, right?”

Despite the way you quickly shook your head in response — as much as you were able to anyway, with your cheek pressed to the wall —, you clenched around his fingers on instinct, wet walls pulsing, and Dazai chuckled.

“Oh? So you'd like that after all? My, how terribly naughty.” His breath was warm against your neck as he leaned forward, his lips ghosting over your throat in a mockery of a kiss. “I have no interest in sharing you, however. Not today at least. So try and be quiet, yes, love? Otherwise I'll have to gag you.”

He snickered as you tightened around the digits instinctively. Entirely unhelpfully, your mind provided you with the thought of him forcing your own panties into your mouth and, God—, you really had to get a grip.

“Please”, you whined, voice breathy, “Come on, Dazai, stop teasing—”

At this point, your arousal was sticking to your inner thighs with how much you were gushing, your clit was aching with need, and, despite not being able to see it, you just knew Dazai's smirk widened at your plea.

“Ah, well, if you ask me this nicely, belladonna; how could I possibly deny you?”

Moments later, after he crooked his fingers inside of you on purpose once, rubbing over that one special spot, he pulled the digits out, only to push his dick into you a moment later.

The fat head of it spread you open, bullying its way into your cunt, and, luckily, you were wet and needy enough to be able to handle the stretch even without lube.

Dazai gave a low moan as he bottomed out inside of you, narrow hips flush with your ass, and you whimpered; your back arched into an elegant curve. God, he always filled you out so well, and you rolled your hips back against him, trying to get more stimulation, more pleasure. Needy.

“You really are impatient today, love.” Dazai's chuckle was mocking enough for your face to grow hot. His fingers feathered over your spine, the touch barely there yet everything you were able to focus on apart from how your chest was heaving. “Usually, you would have never agreed to doing this out here. What did it for you, I wonder? When I told you I want you to sit on my face that badly? Or the fact that I said just that in public?”

He already knew the answer and so did you; your high-pitched mewl was enough of a response. Seconds later, he pulled out only to thrust into you again, setting a hard and fast rhythm so very unlike his usual teasing pace; you cried out each time the tip of his cock hit that one spot inside of you, causing your sight to blur.

“Dazai”, you choked out, your voice shaking just as much as your body was, “Fuck, Dazai—”

One of his hands suddenly slipped underneath your skirt yet again, rubbing steadily over your clit; the direct stimulation had you flinching, though there was nowhere for you to go, not with the wall and Dazai's larger body caging you in from both sides.

“Ah, you're so tight, bella.” The raspy note to Dazai's voice made you shiver with pleasure. His following chuckle made you all but burn up from the inside out, liquid heat underneath your skin. “It's almost like you're sucking me in. Quite a greedy cunt you've got there.”

The words were terribly humiliating; tears welled up in your eyes from embarrassment alone. Despite wanting to respond, the only coherent thought you managed to think of was Dazai's name, which you were steadily choking out, your voice high-pitched.

Steady circles were drawn around your aching clit, feeling like overwhelmingly much and too little at once, though, seconds later, Dazai paused in his movements.

Suddenly, there was an odd clicking noise; it took you a few seconds to place it, though once you did, a whine caught in your throat. Your brows furrowed into an unhappy frown as Dazai snickered, mirth all but dripping from his voice; just like your arousal was dripping down your thighs, sticky and wet.

“Smile for the camera, yes, belladonna?” he crooned, smirk evident in his tone alone, and, God; instead of doing just that, you were quick to hide your face in the crook of your arm, though Dazai's triumphant chuckle told you he already got a good shot of your fucked out expression.

“Dazai—, don't be a jerk, don't, ah—”

“Oh, quit whining, love. It's not your face I'm filming right now, that's for sure.” Dazai merely laughed in response, breathy and low.

His dick twitched inside of you as you whimpered again, the noise pitiful. His pace was slower than before, though he at least kept thrusting into you; a quick glance over your shoulder revealed that, now, his phone was angled between your legs, and you clenched around him on instinct at how terribly lewd that was.

The thought of him catching everything on camera — how wet you were, how needy, how your cunt was all but speared open on his dick and what embarrassing noises steadily fell from your lips — caused heat to lick at your insides, the thought humiliating yet terribly arousing, and Dazai chuckled.

“You take me so well, don't you, bella?” he crooned, fingertips ghosting over the curve of your hip. “Such a good girl. It's like you're made to take my cock.”

Suddenly, he once more rubbed over your clit, his thumb pressing down on it, and you cried out as you came, your sight blurry.

Moments later, Dazai reached his own orgasm, though you were too out of it to notice anything but him eventually pulling out and buckling his trousers back up.

Another clicking noise; you didn't even have the energy to protest as Dazai snapped some more pictures of your cunt, now loose and gaping around nothing. Pearly globs of cum dripped out of you and down your thighs; your face flushed with heat.

You vaguely noticed that your skirt was smoothed out again; your legs felt unstable as you stood upright again, clutching onto his arm for support.

“That lovely video will certainly keep me company during lonely nights.” Dazai's smirk was cheeky. Then, he reached into his pocket, only to spin a piece of pink lace around his finger. You all but sputtered at the sight. “Ah, and this will too, of course.”

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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."

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