#bsd smau

[yoruuuuuuu12345]

— series 1: friends pt2

synopsis: pre established relationship messages with these characters… again.

consists of: denji, dazai, chuuya, gojo, aki, megumi

note: i have no fucking idea how to make a master list so deal with this…

these are supposed to be quick fun msgs for ur favs but i might possibly turn it into a storyline for each char if that makes sense. So just enjoy these snippets😇

[angelzai]

drunk texts - osamu dazai . . . .ᐟ

cw: silly drunk dazai

reid: alright alright a little sneak peak considering how the poll’s doing………

. . . .ᐟ

[sonder-paradise]

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 — 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

◊ characters. osamu dazai, doppo kunikida, chuuya nakahara, atsushi nakajima, gn!reader

◊ genre. smau(?), just random crack messages that reminded me of these losers

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

— 𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚

— 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

— 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

Fingers.

F!reader x whichever man you wanna read it as.

(First time doing an "any man you think fits" story, so-)

You were going to your local grocery store to buy your weekly supplies like you do every Saturday. It wasn't anything new, you walked down the isles and got done in about thirty minutes. You walked to checkout to see a new worker...Never seen him before.

He smiled politely at you as he started to scan your items. He has that fluid motion of someone who's done it for years... It doesn't make any sense...

"Cash or credit?" His words cut you off of your thoughts, looking up at him and handing him your credit card. "Credit, please."

After one swipe, it doesn't work. Not because it declined, just because it isn't working. So, he swipes it again. "Sorry, this happens sometimes." He says, now trying to scan it.

After a few tries, he finally gets it to work.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, mi amor." He says quietly, helping you to load the bags into your cart.

You couldn't help but notice just how nice his hands were, specifically his fingers. They were long, and they looked strong, too. Nails were perfectly trimmed. So, you decided to compliment him on them.

...

And that's how you ended up in the back of the store, his fingers plunging in and out of you skillfully, desperate moans flowing from your lips while he smirks.

"You like that, mamas? My fingers really that nice?" He says with a click of his tongue, thumb going to rub your clit while he adds another finger in your whole.

"Y-yeah— Fuck, how many t-times have you done this?" You ask in a chaste and hurried tone, struggling to keep your eyes from rolling back.

"I've done it enough times, to say the least. But, nobody's ever complimented my fingers before, so that's a first."

[night-dazai]

Just close yours eyes and picture this :

Your legs opened by strong arms "it's alright , I am mad and you love it when I am mad right ?" His voice low and dangerous. You could only sniffle a cry from the burning sensation your ass has and your hands tied with this tie . "Sorry will never do it again " you cried but those only made his Cock twitch more. Seeing that you got more wet "be quite , you had time to think but you choose this baby . Now shut up and take this Cock or else you are just gonna be wet the whole night without Cumming once . Want that ?" He asked flicking your clit making you wince and squirm "..n..no.." you said and closed your eyes to embrace his wrath and realised you would never make him mad again . "Bitch look at me "He said giving your chin a harsh pull making your eyes water you opened them " watch me fuck this slutty pussy and don't you dare take your eyes off unless you want my belt to your ass".

Sorry if it was too bad 😅

You can imagine any character you want but I will go with Gojo , Geto , Chuuya and Dazai .

[oikasugayama]

subm!ssive series: Kunikida

MDNI, sexts, established relationship, handcuffs, using him as a toy, riding, accidental no condom, Kunikida doesn't finish

you told Kunikida a few weeks ago that you want to experiment with being dominant in the bedroom, and after a long discussion of boundaries and things you’re both interested in, he agreed to be submissive for you occasionally!!

he quite enjoyed you seducing him and being bossy in the bedroom. he also liked amazon position quite a bit, but still isn’t interested in being penetrated so if you’re going to “fuck” him that’s the closest you’re getting at the moment

now you’re waiting, horny and impatient, for Kunikida to get home from work an explain what those texts were about

“Wow, I see how it is.” He chuckles. “No ‘hello,’ no ‘how was your day,’ just right into it, huh?”

“Yes-- what position do you want to try? I’ve been thinking about it all day, Doppo. I’m horny.”

He smiles almost bashfully and casually puts his hands in his pockets.

“Would you at least like to move to the bedroom first?”

You drag him unceremoniously to his room and shove him onto his bed into a sitting position, making him spread his legs so you can stand between them. He falls slightly and accidentally takes his hand out of his pocket, pulling something silver with it.

“Is that what I think it is?” you ask, staring at where he tries to hide his arm behind his back.

“In my research I came across a position--”

“--Doppo,” you say, cutting him off. You gently grab his chin with your hand and tilt his head up toward you, making him look you in the eyes. “Show me what’s behind your back.”

He gulps and tries to bite back a smile, but you can see the excited glint in his eyes. He slowly brings his arm up and lets the shiny pair of handcuffs dangle off one of his long fingers.

“Oh?” you ask with a smirk working its way onto your face. “Do you want me to tie you down, Doppo? To hold you still so I can do whatever I please with you?”

“Yes.”

“And what position do you want to be in when I handcuff you, Doppo?” you ask in a low, sultry voice.

“Handcuff my hands behind my back and make me lay on my back so it’s easier to hold me down,” he responds in a similar low voice. “Then do what you want on top of me.”

“Mmm, sounds to me like you just want to be tied up and used for my pleasure, don’t you?” You use your hold on his chin to push him backwards, making him lie down. He nods, watching you climb on top of him to straddle his hips.

“Use your words,” you tell him, beginning to unbutton his vest.

“I want to be used for your pleasure,” he admits. “I want you on top of me.”

“And do you want me to call you a good boy?” you ask as you start to slowly grind your hips down on his. “Do you want me to call you something meaner, like my little fuck toy?”

“Can I have both?” he asks politely even as his voice starts to get breathy as your movements get him hard.

“I guess that’ll depend on how well you behave, Doppo,” you coo sweetly, even as your hands finally clear his torso of his vest and shirt and slide up his chest to touch his nipples. He hisses slightly, as he always does given how sensitive his body is to your touch.

“You’ve made me wait all day, you know that?” You pinch his nipples between your fingers and roll them slightly. His face scrunches up and he sucks a breath in through his teeth.

“And now you’re not even going to let me hear you moan? You must really want to be my fuck toy because you’re sure as hell not being good.” You sit up and take your shirt off over your head, throwing it down so it covers his face. In the seconds it takes him to react and remove it, you get off his lap and shimmy out of your pants, leaving you only in your bra and panties-- a matching set of red lace.

“You look incredible,” Kunikida says softly, sitting up to get a better look at you and also slide off his shirt and vest.

“Thank you,” you purr, sauntering toward him. You lean in close, cupping the back of his head and guiding it forward to bury his face in your cleavage. He thinks he’s getting a moment to touch you as his hands start roaming your sides and back, but you only approached him so you could reach the handcuffs he left on the bed. 

You push him back when he places the first kiss on your breast, and he looks shocked and confused until you grab his wrist and open the first cuff.

“You have the key for these, right?”

“Of course. It’s in my pocket.”

“Good.” You straddle his lap and reach behind him to cuff him, pressing yourself as flush against him as possible. You finally kiss him for the first time this evening and immediately search for his tongue against yours. He moans when you grind against his bulge while sucking on his tongue; he’s always weak when you suck his tongue, for some reason. He can’t explain it, and he never expected to be into it, but it’s a little move you do that turns him on so much.

Kunikida immediately struggles against the handcuffs to make sure they’re properly locked, and he gives you a silent nod when he decides they are.

“Then my toy is almost ready for me to play with. Where do I want you?” You ask yourself, looking around-- he could sit against the headboard, or lay properly in the middle of the bed, or you could put him on the padded bench at the end of the bed.

You get up and instruct him to lean against the headboard-- he does eventually, having to roll over and crawl up the bed to get there without his arms. You crawl after him in a way you hope is seductively, swaying your hips and moving slowly like a cat stalking its prey.

His eyes are locked onto you and he licks his lips. “Do you seduce all your toys like this?”

“Only the pretty ones,” you purr, kneeling on his lap once more. You know he hates having his hair loose in bed but he’s in no position to stop you with the handcuffs on. “You’re definitely my prettiest one.” He grumbles slightly but ultimately doesn’t protest when you reach behind him and slide his hair tie off of his pony tail before spreading his hair over his shoulders.

As a reward for not arguing, you decide to finally, finally touch his bulge which strains painfully against his pants. You remove his belt, open his button and zipper and guide his dick through the hole in the front of his underwear. 

“Take it off,” he tries to demand, but his voice is awfully whiny now that you’re touching his hard-on. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tsk, gliding both of your hands up and down his shaft like you’re petting it. “You’ve made me wait all day to find out what you want me to do to you, and then you gave me something vague like ‘on top of me.’ I’m gonna do what I want and you’re going to sit there like the toy that you are. Got it?” Kunikida frowns, but you rub your thumb against the slit of his tip and he moans softly, his expression softening immediately.

“Okay,” he sighs blissfully, “fine. Use me.”

“Say you’re sorry for making me wait all day.”

“Huh?”

You push your panties to the side with one hand, and he looks down with a growing hunger in his eyes.

“Say you’re sorry,” you repeat slowly, “for making me wait all day,” you dip two fingers into your pussy easily-- you’ve been soaked all fucking day-- “to know what you want to do with me.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait, princess,” he says shakily, squirming under you. You know that if his hands were free he’d make you stop touching yourself and instead use his fingers. You want to tell him not to call you princess when you’re in control, but somehow it turns you on more now than it ever has when you were under him.

As a reward, you take your wet fingers from your pussy and shove them into his mouth. With your other hand you line his cock up to your cunt and greedily sink down onto him. He moans around your fingers as he sucks them, and he tries to say something but you ignore him and drown the sound out with your own loud, sighing-moan. 

“Ohh, yeah. I’ve been waiting for this all day. Don’t you understand how you tease me?” you ask, grinding against his lap, trying to bury his cock as deep as you can inside you. He mumbles around your fingers again so you finally take them out. “What?”

“No foreplay? Are you sure?”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, unintentionally clenching around him and making him moan. “Even as wet as I am and how many--” you bounce on his cock-- “times--” you bounce again-- “I’ve fucking-- said-- that you-- made-- me-- wait--” you pause and grind, rolling your head back and pushing your chest against his, “--you’re somehow still worried about me being ready to take you.”

“I just want to be sure,” he says quietly and you lean forward to kiss him.

“Oh, baby, trust me,” you say against his lips, “I’m sure.”

You return to bouncing on Kunikida’s dick, moaning loudly and freely into his face as you do. He tries to lean in to kiss you, but you keep him at arm’s length until he’s quite literally begging to get closer to you.

“[Y/N], please,” he moans. “Please let me kiss you. I need to-- ohh.”

You say nothing but use both of your hands to pull his face down into your cleavage. As you bounce your tits bounce into his face and he tries to kiss them, lick them, bury his face into them.

“Mm, Doppo,” you whine, pausing at the top of your movement so he really can bury his face in your chest. “You’re gonna fuck me, okay? I’m gonna move and tell you when to start, but you stay still, got it?”

“Yes,” he says, muffled against your skin. You swing your leg over and his cock slips out of you. He groans but watches excitedly as you turn around and kneel over him again so your ass is facing him and you’re leaned down on your elbows between his legs.

You back up and grind down against him without entering him, rubbing his wet dick between your sticky pussy lips. He struggles against his handcuffs, wanting so, so badly to get his hands on your ass, to trace that red lace or to make your skin as red as your panties, but he can’t and it drives him fucking nuts. (He knows he could get out of these cuffs easily if he tried, but he’s the one who wanted to try this, so he’ll be damned if he squanders this opportunity.)

Finally, when he thinks he can’t take it any more, you reach down between your legs and sink down onto his cock again.

“Okay, Doppo,” you say over your shoulder. “Fuck me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He plants his feet on the bed to give him leverage, and he starts thrusting up into you hard enough to shake the bed and send it knocking against the wall with every movement. He fucks you exactly as you tell him to, slowing down sometimes, speeding up, thrusting harder or shallower. He grunts through it, and as he sinks lower due to his movements you crawl forward, not letting him get unaligned with your needy cunt.

Finally you feel your orgasm prickling at the edges of your senses. You slide a hand between your legs and messily rub your clit with two fingers, letting the sensitive nub work your orgasm tighter and tighter in your core.

“Doppo,” you moan, starting to press back to meet his thrusts. “I’m getting close. Make me cum. You have to,” you babble. “You can’t stop until you do.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he huffs, takes a moment to adjust his position, and then thrusts his hips up as rapidly and deeply as he can, hitting the best spots inside you as his thick cock drags from your entrance all the way to the back of your pussy.

You can only handle it for another minute or so before you’re cumming, bucking your hips down and grinding against him. You’re shouting his name, burying your face into the bedding to muffle it, though he wishes you wouldn’t. 

The way your pussy flutters and squeezes around him would usually send him over the edge as well, but he panics once he realizes he isn’t wearing a condom-- which he normally always does, and he tries his hardest to distract himself enough to prevent his own orgasm. He’s successful, though he’s also pissed at himself for forgetting.

You lazily roll off of him, making his still-hard cock slip out of you, working one final whine from you and a breathy moan from him.

“I’d like to keep going,” he says. “I need a condom first.”

You turn to look at him, glancing down at his wet-shiny dick.

“You didn’t cum?”

“I didn’t have a condom,” he says desperately. “We agreed we would always use them.”

“Well,” you sigh, rubbing your cheek against his bed as you get comfortable. “It’s a good thing I’m not done with you yet.”

[gettinshiggywithit]

「ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ʙᴜɢ (ꜱᴍᴀᴜ)」

Scenario:- telling your lovely boyfriend that you desperately~ need cuddles while he’s at work

Pairing(s):- Atsushi x gn!reader | Dazai x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:- smau

A/N:- this was inspired by a special someone.who will most probably know who they are after they see this☺️

↱ 🄰🅃🅂🅄🅂🄷🄸 ↲

↱ 🄳🄰🅉🄰🄸 ↲

Tagging:- @diagonal-queen @kemis-world

All rights reserved © 2023 gettinshiggywithit . Please do not repost, modify or claim as yours.

[midnight-pluto]

ROUND 2 : PG.00 — well shit

ROUND 2: dazai osamu x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: When you decided to attend Chuya's volleyball game, you didn't expect to see a familiar face. A face of someone you thought you would've never seen again; what's more annoying however, is seeing said face repeatedly.

TW: talks of a successful suicide

round 2 master list || next

OCTOBER 18 ; 18:07

IN ALL HONESTY, you were just there for the fact that you all were going to get ice cream afterwards. What you expected was for your team to win, everyone congratulates Chūya, then you both drive to get ice cream.

Your expectations came true, for the most part. Chūya's team won, but when him and other teammates were celebrating you catch a glimpse of a face you had presumed to have died.

Dazai Osamu. Now grown compared to the boy had once knew, still giving the same shit eating grin to a pissed off friend — not a mutual one this time.

Eyes locked onto him, afraid he was going to disappear on you like he had before, Chūya gently slaps your arm to get your attention, "What're you looking at?"

You simply point in the brunettes direction, still unmoving.

"What the fuck?" his eyes widen, two pairs of eyes now locked onto a man they haven't seen in three years.

A man they once knew.

His grin fell as he turned towards your direction, but there was nothing to be seen where you both once stood. "Huh, I swear I felt someone staring at me."

"What're you on about this time, Dazai?" the blond man raised a brow, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Don't worry about it, it’s no longer a matter that’s important to me,” he replied.

“You’re not as edgy as you think when you talk like that.”

Your grip on Chūya's shoulder loosened, as you both slowly turned towards each other. "There's no fucking way that was him," Chūya muttered.

"And here we thought he actually succeeded in killing himself," you huffed out, "Of course he wouldn't be lucky enough for that to happen."

"Well, I guess our night's been ruined," he sighed, kicking his shoes against the gravel, "And you teleported us without letting me change out of my uniform."

"Did you want him to see us or not?" you ask, looking at the frustrated expression on his face.

"I doubt he'd do anything in the first place," he rolled his eyes, "Clearly he wanted to cut all ties with us and start fresh at another school, don't know how he'd manage that with how popular he was here."

"I guess he did grow taller and doesn't have a broken arm this time around," you shrug, amused at Chūya's eyebrow twitch at the mention of height. "Still has that insane look in his eye though, don't know how anyone can miss that.”

Chūya sighed, "Well, people are dumb. Now I'm gonna go change." As he begun to walk away he felt your eyes trailing on his figure, "Don't worry! I'll be back in under ten minutes, you won't be waiting long."

"Good," you say, not loud enough for him to hear though; you didn't feel like shouting right now. Unlocking your car, you hop into the drivers seat and went on your phone as you wait for Chūya.

'SHIT SHIT SHIT shit! Why would those guys be here of all places? To make themselves feel better? That’s actually kinda pathetic… Are they seriously glaring at the back of my head right now?’

Sitting in the booth by yourself, you swallow another serving of ice cream down your throat, pretending to observe the color changing spoon that you were given.

‘Ah yes, the spoon is changing from pink to blue. How cool.’

Tasting the remaining ice cream left on the spoon on your tongue, you glance behind you to see if they had moved and meet Dazai’s eyes.

He was standing behind his friends admiring all the ice cream flavors, his face blank as he continued his make-shift staring contest.

Your eyes widened slightly, but your gaze slightly hardened noticing the intense look in his eyes. You shift yourself so your legs are no longer hiding under the table; ready to get up if he wants to try something.

“Dazai! What flavor do you want?” a voice interrupted, but failed to shake his gaze.

“Cookies n’ cream.”

“Okay!”

A few more moments passed and the frown you initially wore didn’t change, the only thing that caused you both to break your gaze was a white-haired boy handing Dazai his ice cream.

Unbeknownst to you, the brunette looked back only to be met with the back of your head.

You continued to munch on your now somewhat melted ice cream as you could hear footsteps approach your booth.

A sigh made you look up to see a familiar redhead sitting across from you again, “What were you even trying to do there?”

“What do you mean?” you tilt your head as Chūya scooped his ice cream into his mouth.

“That staring contest you both did. Hella weird,” he elaborated.

“The bitch was staring at me and I ain’t no pussy so I stared right back,” you shrug, “Shit, I finished my ice cream.”

STICKY NOTES:

im trying my best to not unintentionally make this an enemies to lovers

TAGLIST : @heeslovr @atlasnessie @cvidy @rattyrattyratty @chaos-inperson [ if you want to be added, send me an ask or feel free to comment! ]

[kxmikomrade]

Hello hello ma dear😌✨

I was bored and thought of something, ahem, so:

Dear waiter/cheff, may I order some pumpkin cake donut, chocolate Iced donut, Boston Creme Donut and Vanilla Iced donut with a smau?

How would they react recieving a message like; 'Would you like to double suicide, gorgeous🥰😉🤩?'

Just curious-

Anyways- hope u have a lovely day! ^^✨

🍁˖࿐ Suicide For Two?

Genre: Crack, Fluff Gn!reader Warnings: Suicide topic obviously, swearing, kunikida getting mad at dazai again Author's Notes: HEYY SKITT FUNNY HOW I GOT DIS DONE SO QUICK YET I HAVENT EVEN DONE UR FIRST GENSHIN REQ YET 😭😭 Da power of requesting for a fandom im active on ig 🤷✨ TY FOR REQUESTING THO <33 IT WAS FUN!! FEEL FREE TO REQ AGAIN :DD

Bsd Masterlist

Dazai Osamu

Nakahara Chuuya

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Gogol Nikolai

[puds-umbrella]

Be Risky or Be Risky (Chuuya Nakahara x Reader)

Is it really worth the risk?

[Note: @soleelia here's ya boyy!!]

[angelzai]

the less i know the better

. . . a dazai x reader x atsushi smau .ᐟ

based on this prompt courtesy of @kyozalot (´ω`)

. . . in which you’ve fallen head over heels for dazai! but . . . maybe the one for you is actually watching from the sidelines?

CHAPTER I: coming soon . . .

CHAPTER II: coming soon . . .

CHAPTER III: coming soon . . .

CHAPTER IV: coming soon . . .

CHAPTER V: coming soon . . .

CHAPTER VI: coming soon . . .

CHAPTER VII: coming soon . . .

. . .

hi all! smau incoming! and based on such a lovely prompt! i don’t have a planned schedule for posting - i will likely simply post as i crank each chapter out since i am both studying and working full time. i kindly ask for your patience and that you please also bear with me as this is my first shot at a multichapter smau. hoping this will be a fun adventure for all of us! stay tuned and comment if you’d like to be tagged <;3

[samutoru]

my love mine all mine - akutagawa x reader (smau)

"moon tell me if i could, send up my heart to you,"

synopsis : they share a common bond in their hidden lives. y/n, known as one of the school's popular girls and a social butterfly, conceals her messy home life. behind akutagawa's gloomy exterior lies a gentle heart, piercings and tattoos. in an unexpected encounter, they reveal their hidden selves to each other.

pairing : akutagawa x afab!reader

a/n - this story is HEAVILY based off of horimiya ! if this makes you uncomfortable, please DO NOT read this smau :) also in this smau, reader goes by Y/n Nakajima

warnings : none, suggestive in some chapters :D | smau contains : fluff, is suggestive, topics related to death, akutagawa is literally ooc BC HES SO HARD TO WRITE???

chapters below the cut ! | taglist is open for this series ! (please comment or ask to be added !

0.1 - eraser  "Oh! By the way, a friend from another school asked me for your phone number, what should I do? Do you want me to give it to him?" Yosano added as she stopped to look at your expression. You spaced out in your thoughts and hummed, "Hmm, he didn't ask himself so no, turn him down for me okay?" You answered as you began to fidget with your pencil. "Nakajima-san" A voice interrupted, you watched the black haired boy pick up an eraser from the floor. It was your eraser. "You dropped your eraser," The boy continued as he held out your eraser, you grabbed your eraser from him and thanked him. 

0. 2 — partner?

Akutagawa held his head down and his hands in his own. As always, Akutagawa would have no partner in the end. He hated the whole "partners" thing. He waited in the back of the class waiting for the moment your teacher would realize he didn't have a partner.

0.3 — this side of me

So we feel the same? I guess that makes the two of us?

You placed the glasses of tea onto the table infront of Atsushi and Akutagawa, but Akutagawa started to speak again. "It kinda feels like 'This time is just for me' That's the type of feeling that I get," He said as he smiled.

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taglist : @tyunhyukamyloves

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

I have an idea for a smut with an anime dude...

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Your boyfriend was already in shape. He looked great, no doubt.

But when he offered to eat you instead of junk food to, "lose weight," you didn't exactly say no.

(And that's basically my idea. Now, tell me, which character should I use?)

[oikasugayama]

subm!ssive series: Ango

MDNI, sexts, established relationship, EMPHASIZED mommy kink, whiny+submissive ango, soft dom reader, cunnilingus, cum eating, amazon position (click for illustrated reference), creampie

It’s the natural progression of your relationship for you to become the more dominant one. Ango is inexperienced in love so he’s prone to neglect you without realizing it. You, however, are not one to let a good thing slip away so when he gives you the cold shoulder or acts like a brat, you force him to verbalize what’s bothering him and stop taking shit out on you.

More often than not the issue is stress from work and fear that his enemies will hurt you, so you spend a lot of time “taking his mind off” these things and “helping him destress,” ;) which also helps him manage his fears. However, he’s never had the most creativity or confidence in bed, so things gradually turn to you becoming more dominant here as well.

You’re in bed when Ango gets home from work. The door slams shut behind him, his shoes and briefcase thump to the ground, and he quickly makes his way to your bedroom to find you.

You sigh happily, languidly smiling at him when he rushes through the doorway.

“Hi baby,” you say softly. “You’re just in time.”

He watches in awe as your sticky fingers gently pat your messy pussy, leaving trails of cum and wetness in the air between. He nearly falls to his knees right then and there seeing you all spread out and waiting for him.

“Come here,” you coo, holding your sticky hand out toward him. “I need you to clean this off.”

Ango rushes to your side, gently grabbing your wrist and holding it steady as he slips your fingers into his mouth. His eyes flutter closed and he moans softly as soon as the taste of you registers on his tongue.

“Good boy,” you say encouragingly, sliding your free hand up your naked body to caress your tit. You tug your hand away from him after a few seconds of his slurping and licking all of your slick off of your hand. He whines, trying to hold your wrist still.

“If you want a taste you need to use your words, Ango.” He opens his eyes and looks at you in his pathetic, tired, needy way, and you can already tell how this night is going to go. He’ll be putty in your hands the whole evening and crying by the time he finally cums.

“I want another taste of you, mommy. Please let me eat you out.”

“Of course. But you need to take your suit off first, and hang it up so it doesn’t wrinkle. I don’t want to have to iron it again.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, quickly shaking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He stares hungrily at your body-- especially at your wet cunt-- as he undresses and hastily hangs his suit in the closet and puts his dirty clothes in the hamper. When he comes back to the bed, crawling up to you from the foot of it, he’s completely naked, just as you are.

“May I please?” he asks, laying between your legs, his face right above your aching pussy.

“Give me your glasses,” you say, holding your hand out to him. He takes them off quickly and places them in your hand. You take your time inspecting them-- making sure they’re not cracked, not too dirty-- and folding the arms closed. You reach to the side and set them carefully on the nightstand, then turn back to him and reach down, pushing his hair back from his face.

“How was work?”

He whines loudly, shifting his crotch against the bed. He doesn’t want to talk about work, just wants to get straight into the action, but you love teasing him.

“[Y/N]--”

“Who?”

“Mommy…”

“Good boy. Answer my question, Ango. How was work?”

“It was fine,” he says, glancing from your cunt to your face. “I finished a heap of reports about the last incident with the Armed Detective Agency,” he answers absentmindedly, not really able to focus on explaining the mind-numbing tasks he spent the last 8 hours doing.

“That’s good. Did you have to save them from trouble again?”

Ango whines again, his lip wobbling slightly. He can’t take his eyes off your cunt now and he licks his lips before he answers. “I was cleaning up after them. They didn’t technically do anything wrong, but I had to… prove it… mommy, please,” he whines, acting like he can barely hold himself back. You can tell that the second you give him the OK he’s going to dive in.

“Please what, Ango?”

“Please let me eat you out now. Work was really boring, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I want to make you feel good, mommy.”

“Hmm…” You run your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly in the way you know he likes. He nuzzles his head up into your hand and his eyes flutter closed again. You pretend to be thinking, humming a couple more times as you scratch his scalp. Finally, your hand stills and he looks at you.

“Okay,” you say, pushing his face down to your cunt. “Make me cum, Ango.”

His tongue immediately lunges out to taste a fat glob of your wetness and cum-- he knows you’d been playing with yourself before he got home; you’d been sending him pictures for an hour. He wants to know how many times you’ve cum already, but there’s no way in hell he’s stopping to ask you now.

He selfishly slurps up as much of your heat as he can before he finally points his tongue and  starts flicking it back and forth across your clit. He’s very knowledgeable when it comes to your body-- he knows exactly what it can take and what it can do. By the way your hands tightern in fistfulls of his hair and your breath hitches and your hips buck up to meet his face, he thinks you’ve probably already come twice, and now he’s determined to give you your third orgasm.

“Mm, Ango,” you moan, grinding your hips up into his mouth. “Good… good boy.”

His face burns with a blush but he also feels prideful and driven because of your praise. He wraps his arms around your hips, locking them together over your stomach to hold you in place. One of your hands pets his while the other stays in his hair.

He flattens his tongue and draws fat, lazy circles over your clit and hood, making you whimper each time he flicks over a certain, extra sensitive spot. He notices almost immediately and targets that spot next, flicking back and forth relentlessly, trying to work you up fast so you’ll praise him again.

“Mm… Fuck… You’re so good with your tongue, Ango.”

He moans into your cunt and buries his face further, almost lovingly nuzzling into it, getting your juices all over his face from his nose to his chin. He moves back to your clit and slurps and suckles on it given that it’s nice and swollen from your previous abuse of it. Your moans turn high and whiny. Your nails dig into his hand and claw at his scalp.

Cum, he thinks. Please cum. Please, please, please.

It takes a couple more minutes of fast licking and suckling but you do cum hard, grinding up against his face which you hold in place with both of your hands. He loves being used like this, loves when you ride his face even when he’s laying between your legs. He’d let you use him for your pleasure any day, more than happy to make you cum as much as you want.

When you finally let go of him, he doesn’t immediately get up. He kisses your pussy all over, from your clit down to your taint and back up. He spreads his kisses around your inner thighs, then dives back in, unable to help himself. He once again licks into your cunt, trying to slurp out as much of your cum and wetness as he can.

“Ango, stop,” you whine, squirming. “I wanna fuck you. Get up.” You whine again. “I need to be wet to get your dick in me, you dummy.”

“You’re always perfect,” he mumbles against your pussy lips. “So perfectly wet and tight and warm. I don’t deserve how perfect you are.”

“Oh, hush,” you sigh, petting his hair. “Get up and wipe your face, pet.”

Ango gives your pussy one last kiss and greedy lick before he lets go of your hips and shakily gets to his knees. You immediately look to see how hard he is, and just as you expected, he’s not only hard but he’s already oozing pre-cum.

“I love how much you love eating me out,” you say to him as he sits on the edge of the bed and uses a tissue to clean his face. You reach over and trace lines between the moles on his back. “You’re such a sweet boy. I wanna make you feel so good, baby. You deserve it for being such a good boy.”

“Thank you,” he says, tossing the tissue away and turning to face you. “I love you.”

“I love you more. Come here and lay down.” You sit up and get out of the way so Ango can take your place laying in the middle of the bed. He does so, immediately spreading his legs and holding his knees up slightly, knowing which position you’re going to go for.

You kneel right against his ass, your thighs bracing his to hold them further up. You lean down over him and kiss him, also taking the opportunity to push your breasts against his flat chest, knowing that he likes the feeling of your heavy tits on him. You make out with him, both of you panting and moaning softly into each others mouths as you start slightly humping his ass, leaving a small wet patch against his skin where your dripping cunt touches his skin.

“I need you,” Ango whimpers against your lips. “Please fuck me, mommy.”

“I’m getting there, baby, I promise.”

You pull back from his mouth and look down at his cock laying against his belly. You hold it gently and spread his precum around his tip, getting him wet and messy as you start to drag your hand up and down his shaft. He moans softly, biting his lip as he watches you.

“That feel good?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“You want me to put it in?”

“Yes, mommy, yes yes yes,” he pants, eyes widening, his hands reaching out to caress your sides and help you balance as you finally shift so you’re on your feet, crouching above Ango’s cock. You take it in your hand and point it up and slightly back so you can lower yourself onto it. You throw your head back and moan with your mouth hanging open.

“Ango, fuck. You have such a nice, big cock. It fills mommy up so good.”

Ango moans too, hands tightening on your waist. “Thank you, mommy. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He babbles on, thanking you for fucking him as you start humping him, using his cock as if it’s yours. You make sure to hold his knees up and apart the way he does to you on the rare occasion he takes control, basically folding him in half as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“Touch me, Ango,” you tell him breathlessly after a moan-filled couple of minutes of humping him. “I know you wanna play with my titties.”

“Yes,” he sighs happily, reaching out to cup both of your breasts in his hands. He pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers, trying not to let them out of his hands as you keep fucking him. Your tits jiggle in his hands with every thrust and he feels his mouth watering at the sight of it. He wishes he could get them in his mouth, but it’ll have to wait for later.

You readjust your position, finally tired of squatting over him. You gently lower yourself onto your knees with his cock still inside you, making sure he doesn’t yelp or yell out or suddenly get hurt by the way your angle changes and makes his cock point down between his legs.

He only moans and keeps looking at you with love-struck pussy-drunk eyes, so you consider yourself good to continue. Now that you’re kneeling behind him, you can glide your hips back and forward as if grinding on him while riding, but since you’re behind him your thighs smack his ass with every thrust. You push harder, fucking yourself faster on his cock, making your skin slap against his, sending jolts through his whole body that have him shaking up and down on the bed from the force of your movements.

“Mommy,” he mewls, high and throaty. “Mommy, I need to cum. Please! I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in!”

“Cum in me, baby,” you tell him through gasping breaths. “Fill me up. Show me you love me and give me all your cum, Ango.”

By the time your hand has reached up to flick at his perky nipples, he’s already spilling deep inside your pussy, painting your walls milky white in thick spurts. He moans your name, and mommy, but mostly your name as he cums, and as he comes down from his high all he can whine is “I love you, I love you.”

You raise yourself up and let his softening cock slip out of your cunt. You both watch as his cum dribbles out of you and lands on the curve of his ass.

“Good boy,” you coo, swiping his cum up with your finger. You suck it into your mouth and taste him, humming happily. “You even taste good. That’s ‘cause you’re my sweet boy, huh?”

[gettinshiggywithit]

! 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦-𝐧𝐨𝐦-𝐧𝐨𝐦-𝐧𝐨𝐦-𝐧𝐨𝐦-𝐧𝐢𝐚! (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐)

Scenario:- sending the bsd boys this

Pairing(s):- Dazai x gn!reader l kunikida x gn!reader

Type:-smau

Genre:-fluff

Parts:- 1 | 2

A/N:- as suggested by @ashthemadwriter,here are a few more characters!Hoping to do more!

-> Doppo Kunikida

->Osamu Dazai

Tagging:- @diagonal-queen

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