Tumgik
focksie · 1 year
Text
𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑
[Bakugou Katsuki]
[NSFW]
Reblog | Comment | Enjoy, ig
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Warning! Rough sex. Raw sex. Multiple rounds sex. Missionary sex. Teasing sex. Short sex. Sex.
Tumblr media
He's been waiting long. Too long. He received a prize for winning No Nut November, but the relief he got from pounding into you topped it all.
You moaned, groaned, and called out his name. Nearly breaking your back in an arch. Nearly losing sight because of how tightly you kept your eyes shut.
Ruthlessly mixing your organs into jelly, rearranging your entire anatomy. You were his to claim after an agonizingly long month of being teased, tested, and taunted.
"F- Fuck," he came again. Tears dammed at the overstimulation. His thumb never left your clit, constantly rubbing it in a contrasting manner to his rough thrusts.
Wearing his shirts. Cooking for him with nothing but an apron on. He was determined to win, for the sake of his pride. He never missed a chance to help you out with your needs. Finger fucking you senselessly. He won, eventually, at the end of November.
It had been a very long month for his poor desires. Ever since he had you on the counter, floor, shower, bed, or wherever he thought it best to fuck you dry.
Your tits bounced at his rhythm. One leg draped over his shoulder while the other was still shaking from your most recent orgasm.
Whoever says missionary isn't hot just hasn't done it with the right person. Looking into each other's eye. Seeing everything you're doing to the whimpering man. How he thrusted his cock deep inside of you.
It edged you on to cum again. Round after round. Until the condoms were done and he fucked you raw. The bed shook and screeched under both your weight.
His breaths were rigid, and he struggled keeping pace. You shut your eyes tightly and gripped onto the sheets beside you. A few final pounds and he let out animalistic moans. Your voice was hoarse at the number of times you called out his name. "Katsuki. Katsuki. Katsuki!"
He pulled his dick out and grinned breathlessly at his seed dripping from your bullied cunt.
His lips dipped down and kissed you lovingly. Butterfly kisses planted themselves on all your hickies and bruises and love bites. He muttered inaudible assurances of how much you meant to him. How much he needed you. How much he loved you.
You held his face above yours and stared longingly into his pretty red eyes. It made you smile. Then, you started to laugh.
"How many rounds did we do?" You chuckled as he fell to the bed beside you. You cuddled closer to him.
"Nowhere near enough to make up for all the shit you've been giving me," he referred to all the teasing, testing, and taunting.
You pecked his cheek. "We've got our work cut out for us, huh?"
Tumblr media
© all content belongs to estjbeaver '22. do not modify or repost.
Tumblr media
Mainstream
Bakugou
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
focksie · 1 year
Text
𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Put in requests for any Haikyuu Oneshots any of you might wish to ready <3
DM me (no requests via replies)
All characters welcomed
Can be both NSFW or SFW
2 notes · View notes
focksie · 1 year
Text
𝑵𝒐𝑵𝒖𝒕𝑵𝒐𝒗
[Bakugou Katsuki]
[NSFW]
Reblog | Comment | Enjoy, ig
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Warning! Teasing sex. Finger sex. Yeah... that's about it. Sex.
Tumblr media
Fuck, you were being a tease. You stood in the mirror of your bathroom and looked at your chosen outfit. That being black lacy lingerie.
A small recap: the friend group had agreed upon taking part in the no nut November challenge. Some were against it at first, but their egoes ended up giving in. Bakugou Katsuki, your boyfriend, just so happened to have been one of these unlucky souls.
It'd been a long and excruciating month due to the lack of intimacy. You could still relieve yourself should it be needed, but the poor stubborn hero simply had to bare with the discomfort of desire.
Fuck, you were being a tease. You were curious to know how long he could last before succumbing to your alluring tactics. The door to your apartment clicked open after you heard the keys jingle. It opened and closed and Katsuki called out that he was home.
"You hiding or something?" He asked, wlaking around and searching for you.
"Just trying out a new outfit I bought," you called out from the bathroom. "Uhm, mind checking and seeing if it's okay?"
"Tch. You need to stop spending your money or shitty fashion," he replied in his usual manner. Translated, he actually meant that he really wanted to see what you had gotten for yourself.
One final glance of confidence at your reflection and you left the bathroom. He was still in the kitchen, scavenging for ingredients to cook with for the two of you.
His back was turned facing you. You rolled your eyes and continued the conversation in the most casual way possible.
"I personally think this is the best one so far," you started, looking down at your langirie. He turned his head over his shoulder, then with surprised, wide eyes turned his whole body. "What do you think?"
Asked seductively with fox eyes. Slyly provoking him and knowing exactly what you were doing to him. He swallowed thickly. He combed his fingers through his hair.
"Fuck, you're such a fucking tease."
"No I'm not," your innocent play was what broke him. "What? Don't you like my outfit? I bought it specially for you..."
You were on the kitchen counter.
Your legs were spread out.
Your mouth being sucked at and kissed by Katsuki.
Fuck that nnn shit. He was going to devour you right then and there. You pulled away from the heated kiss and grinned.
"But Baby, what about the challenge?"
"Fuck the challenge," he kissed you again. "And fuck you."
"Please do."
The beautiful laced underwear was burned from your skin. Big needy hands touched you all over. From your back to your neck to your arms to your breasts. Wherever his fingers roamed, you pleaded for more.
Bretahless and panting you tried muffling your moans. His mouth cupped your nipples and gnawed at them as if he were a hungry newborn.
Red and purple marks were already decorating your neck and collar bone. Tits covered in bitemarks.
He lowered himself closer to a crouch, kissing butterfly kisses all along your stomach. The sensations had you creaming your pants.
A soft peck was planted against the singular fabric you had left on your body. His hand massaged your thighs and his eyes glared up into yours.
"Since when are you so patient?" You stuttered through rigid breaths. "Take it off already."
He stood back up, gripped your chin with his hand, and stared stoicly into your soul.
"No."
"Huh? What do you mean- ah! Shit!" Your words slummered together. Against the gabrick, aggressively rubbing up your slit, were his fingers.
"You can't be a tease without being fucking teased," he lectured.
It flew over your head, though. Nothing really made sense due to the chaotic madness that drove your lust to insanity. He wasn't gentle at all. You were grateful for the panties, otherwide you might've cum already.
His fingers kept rubbing and rubbing, irritating your clit closer and closer to sensational relief.
"Fuck," you moaned. A hand gripped at Katsuki's supporting arm that rested on the counter beside you. He didn't utter a sound and kept a firm gaze on your trembling form.
You tried moaning out his name but even that was a fail. Your legs tensed up and your toes curled. Nails dug into his skin and your eyes tightly shut.
He kept on going at the same oace until he knew every last bit of your orgasm had been rode out. Your pussy leaked cum into your panties. He could feel the dampness against the fabric.
You were breathless. "You're so mean." He could only snicker. When some sense of strength returned you reached for the waistband of his pants. He stopped you. "What? Don't want me to take care of your not-so-little problem?"
He placed both hands either side of you on the counter, trapping you competely.
"I agreed to this stupid challenge," he kissed you gently. "And I don't fucking lose."
Tumblr media
© all content belongs to estjbeaver '22. do not modify or repost.
Tumblr media
Maintream
Bakugou
Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
focksie · 1 year
Text
𝑨𝑫𝑯𝑫
[Kuroo Testurou]
[NSFW]
Reblog | Comment | Enjoy, ig
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Warning! Mentions of ADHD. Punishment sex. Rough sex. Missionary sex. Sex talk. A singular sex slap. Raw sex.
Tumblr media
"Y'know, when you said your girl was coming to watch us play, this isn't exactly what I had in mind."
Kuroo couldn't blame Kenma for 'teasing' him. You were at the practice match; physically, sure, but most definitely not in spirit. Your mind was drifting off to wherever the book you were reading lead it. Honestly, he dubbed you to be rather rude.
Only ever when the small crowd cheered did you look up from the used pages. It was your chemistry book, so nothing too exciting. Tests were coming up and you really needed to put in the extra hours.
Whenever a wistle blew on the court your eyes would glance up, each time to see the red team celebrate... only to see Kuroo's dissapinted look. But he had to understand! For him chemistry came like second nature.
You were struggling with it... just like how you were struggling to think later that night.
"Look at me," he demanded the impossible. Two fingers buried deep inside of you; your whole body twisted into inhumane positions. "I said look at me." A hand slapped your ass.
You finally looked into his yellow, gleaming eyes. "See? Not that hard to keep your eyes me, now is it?"
"Tetsu-"
"Shh," you were cut in by both the gasp of his fingers leaving you, and then also those very fingers pressing against your lips in a shushing motion. Your own juices were smeared onto your lips. "All you have to do, is to pay attention to me."
He removed his fingers and lowered his head. Starting by only kissing the corner of your lips, teasingly, to trailing butterfly kisses to your jaw and neck.
"Pay attention to me kissing you," he started licking and biting around your collarbone. "To me biting you," his lips moved down and down until a mouth cupped your nipple. "To me sucking you."
You cried out in pleasure, hands fiddling with his hair, but he had other plans. "Pay attention to me pinning you down," he did as foretold, and you were left with wrists cuffed by his hands. "To me loving you." He glided down. "To me adoring you." Dangerously close to your pussy. "To me fucking you drunk."
Kuroo never was one to tell lies. Though he let your hands free, he spared you nothing but a few seconds to collect yourself. After throwing his jersey on the floor, one insanely hard dick was pressed against your throbbing clit.
"You see this cock?" Your eyes were all answer he needed. "It's like ADHD medicine. Helps you maintain focus."
Not even the strongest source of any calming pills could settle the heat that dashed your cheeks. There was no time for adjusting to anything. He mercilessly pounded into you like a bitch in heat.
Again and again, he reminded you not to go against his wishes. Again and again, you were punished for daring to priorities chemistry over him.
He started going feral and verbally called out the desires you were cursing him with. Groaning with each buckle of his hips until your tight little walls came all over him. He didn't care. He rode your orgasm out into overstimulation. He played his fucking heart out for you so now he'll fuck your fucking brains out.
Rigid breaths. Sloppy thrusts. Gripping hands. Shaking and twitching legs. Missionary has never been so hot. Warm seed filled you up; sticky cum dripping from your cunt.
He slapped his balls a few more times against your ass before standing still to catch his breath. His dick was still inside of you, being brewed in both your orgasms. he nearly fell on top of you, but his arms caught him.
He kissed you deeply. "Next time, you pay attention to me, yeah?" His voice was so much lighter. Kind and playful as you knew it well. You nodded your head and kissed him back. "Right!" He called out, getting on his knees and effortlessly turning you around.
"What are you-"
"C'mon, Chibi Chain. That was only the introduction. Time to tackle the elements of the problematic table. After that, we'll head on straight over to combining solids and liquids."
Tumblr media
© all content belongs to estjbeaver '22. do not modify or repost.
Tumblr media
Mainstream
Kuroo
Tumblr media
337 notes · View notes
focksie · 1 year
Text
𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕
[Bakugou Katsuki]
[NSFW]
Reblog | Comment | Enjoy, ig
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Warning! Halloween sex. Costume sex. Oral sex. Rough sex. Basically, just sex.
Tumblr media
You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked good, no one could deny that much. And your outfit just added to the dazzling sight.
No one could blame you, since you had every right the cosplay your boyfriend. Dating for quite some time and finally you've decided to wear a custom-made outfit of his hero suit. Guess there's a new Ground Zero in town.
Tight fit, spreading perfectly across your curves. Gives a wedgy, sure, but at least helps with forming an ass. V-neck, to say the least. The orange cross around your chest is about where the fabric stops. Green gloves, but no gauntlets. Bombat boots.
Then there's your hair and makeup. Hair teased and gelled, to create some sense of spikes. Eyeshadow and eyeliner used to create a mask. The rest was left for the sake of charm.
You heard the front door unlock and the jingling of keys. Bakugou came walking in, nose glued to the screen of his phone.
"Do we really have to go to this damn party?!" Were his first words. He blindly kept on walking to your shared room.
"Don't give me that. You're the one who insisted on going." You spoke, feeling a bit anxious as he walked into the room. He still didn't look up, though.
"Yeah, well, that was before I found out it was a fucking costume party." He sat down on the edge of the bed.
"If you want, we could have our own party right here." Personally, you've never been the type to jump at the slightest remark of a party or social event. You'd always just go wherever Bakugou went, and if he preferred to stay home, then you would do just that. You still wouldn't deny that you were pissed, though.
"Hmm," he responded, falling on his back with his arms covering his eyes. He was tired, you could tell. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling a bit disappointed that you didn't get to show off your outfit.
"You could've at least told me you were canceling before I got ready."
"You actually put on a fucking costume?" He snorted out, teasingly.
"Yeah," you sighed. "And it took forever as well." This is where your tone of voice changed. You were going to have a party one way or another. With others, or just with him... on that very bed... and who says you need costumes? Who says you need clothes?
"It's not that big of a deal. We'll do it some other time, just not now."
You kept on admiring yourself in the mirror. "I suppose. Maybe you could judge it and say if it's good enough then? For 'next time'."
"Ugh, fine." His arm lifted slightly and a sly eye peeked lazily at you. Your back was facing him, but your reflection was just as accessible.
His hand was gone in a second's time. He jolted upright and with wide eyes looked at you. Up and down. Anxiety kicked in, again, but you swallowed it back down. You turned around.
"I was kind of going for the Number One Hero vibe."
You had his heart racing. "Yeah, we're not fucking going to any shitty party."
He was on his feet a split moment later. Arms were wrapped around you and sloppy kisses welcomed you to the party. Like a spiked drink you could feel yourself losing sanity. Sloppy. Wet. Messy. He kissed you as if it was the last time, he'd ever kiss anyone. Hands were all over you.
"Fuck you," he spoke between kisses. "Fuck you for being so goddamn pretty." He kissed you again, losing trace and finding his own route to your jaw and neck.
You bit down on your lip then spoke breathlessly, "Just showing my support." You had his heart racing.
He bit and sucked and gnawed at your collarbone, adding to the Halloween effect of bruised flesh.
"Where the fuck is the zip?" He was getting frustrated, hand nearly clawing at your back. You snickered between muffled moans. Your own hands finding the zip. His hand cupped yours and together you pulled it down.
"Still going to ruin my outfit?" You chuckled.
"Only if you ruin mine." The two of you looked like twinsies, since he was still in his work clothes, aka, his hero suit. You nodded your head once, hands eagerly searching for his buttons or hooks or zips or whatever. "You look good in orange," he commented while you undressed him.
You were fucking pushing it when you looked up at him with doe eyes. "I look good in you. Just like how you look good in me."
Fuck the zip, he blasted the rest of your clothes clean off. You yelped at the sudden motion of him throwing you onto the bed. You were nude, completely bare. He crawled onto the bed, smashing your lips together for another kiss.
He finished undressing himself and was soon just as vulnerable as you were. His kisses trailed down. Again, at your jaw, neck, and collar bone, but then he went further.
Fondling and sucking at your breasts. Biting around your nipple in a way that would leave a mark. He absolutely devoured you and you grew hungry yourself. Time for the snacks to be brought out.
Across your tummy he softly kissed. Suddenly a stroke of a finger glided over your folds and clit. Arching back and verbal cries. Is this where you die? You wouldn't mind, though. Death by sex sounds so romantic.
A tongue started twisting and turning itself over your clit. Rubbing and pressing and licking all over the place. Your senses were on a high, concentrated exactly where he drove you mad.
Your nails clawed into the sheets. Your body reacted honestly to his every movement. You couldn't help it. No matter what you did, he would end up turning you to a zombie. You still had your combat boots on, you noticed. But then all logic sprouted to chaos in your mind.
You creamed all over his face. He licked it off. He licked you off. And he grinned like a satisfied beast. He kissed you again, forcing you to share that enjoyment of ecstasy that overflowed him when you came. He did that to you. He made you feel good, and it was boosting his ego.
Main course. And who knows, maybe there'll be dessert.
You yelped, again, when two rough hands gripped around your upper thigh and pulled you to the edge of the bed. With your ass being left for hanging, and feet on the floor, he walked towards the bedside table. You could see his hard dick and holy shit was it fluttering butterflies in your stomach. He got a condom and came back to where you were patiently waiting.
"This is so much better than any other party," you squeaked out, Bakugou grinning at your remark. "Did you at least like the costume?"
He leaned closer, kissing you sincerely. "You should wear it more often." You smiled into the kiss the instantly had a change in expression.
hands gripped tightly at his hair, pulling it ever so slightly. At some point you couldn't even focus on kissing him, because his cock was buried too deep inside of you.
He railed you mercilessly into the ground, breaking the break with every thrust. Buckling his hips in and out of you. Walls clenching around him. He was overstimulating you.
He straightened his posture, needing to grip your ass cheeks and hoist you up. With the leverage from his standing position, he fucked you into next Tuesday. It was wild. Vibrations of his own grunts and groans managed to electrify your insides.
His swollen tip somehow only growing more and more the closer he pounded to your cervix. Screw G-spot, he was railing down on every inch of your pussy. Repeating the motion over and over until you couldn't take it anymore.
Your body twitched and the purest respond came crying from your lewd mouth. Your walls tightened with excess, and you swore you saw double. It wasn't long before the rubber filled with his seed. He pounded three or four more times into you, testing both your limits.
When he pulled out the emptiness almost felt painful. Breaths were rigid and chests were heaving. Here and there you would twitch. He leaned over, again, kissing you with the softest and sweetest kisses.
He would always do this. No matter how hard he fucked you, even if its' into another dimension, he would pamper you with kisses. You looked into his pretty red eyes and wrapped your numb arms around his neck. He smiled.
"We should do Halloween more often."
"Fuck yeah."
Tumblr media
© all content belongs to estjbeaver '22. do not modify or repost.
Tumblr media
Mainstream
Bakugou Katuki
Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
focksie · 1 year
Text
𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓
[Tamaki Keigo]
[NSFW]
[SPOILERS AHEAD]
Reblog | Comment | Enjoy, ig
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Warning! Spoilers. Slow burn. Drunken sex. Breeding sex. Desperate sex. Forgetful sex. Loveless sex. No strings attached. Plot sex. Strangers to Lovers Sex
Tumblr media
"T-This just in..."
You were seated in your usual spot at your usual bar, subtly listening intently at what the reporter had to say.
"T-This- I can't believe- "
She kept on stuttering over her own words. It annoyed you at first, but then you realized that gasps and sobs joined the baffled reporter. Curiosity had you looking up at the screen.
"I-" she cleared her throat. "This just in. Pro Hero Hawks seems to be having a struggle fighting against League of Villains member: Dabi. The blue flames make it hard to see b- but we should only hope for the- ah!"
The reported was attacked and the camera went all fuzzy. More people in the bar started whispering and gossiping; overall worrying about their safety. Many left while others tried to drown their sorrows away with alcohol. You just sat there, finishing your drink, looking up at the fuzzing tv.
Life never was something to brag about to you. Your quirk had gotten you exactly where your parents wanted you to be. You were a graduate of medical school, supported by your Regeneration quirk. Basically, you rebuilt lost or damaged DNA.
Later that night you walked alone in the streets of rubble, shit and death. Some newbie heroes took care of the job, though it lasted hours. Hawks ended up in the hospital, wings joined in the rusty evening sky as nothing more than ashes. You'd met him before and rather enjoyed his "company". Met at the bar, a few drinks in, then woke up entangled with feathers and sheets.
A shame, really, to see such potential burn in the flames of his rival. Fuck you, she scolded Dabi for being such a dickhead.
Time skip. He was discharged about two days ago, the fight being something of the past. Weeks were wasted in the hospital where the constant reminder of his disappointment haunted him. He was told to take things easy but being sober was forcing him to nearly lose his sanity. He left for a bar. A bar he hadn't visited in quite some time, and he wasn't sure why.
Everywhere he walked people would gawk and stare. Some would even try to encourage him, but that always ruined his day even more. People pitied him now. A hero, who was supposed to save them.
Wearing a face mask and cap he took a seat at the far back. He asked for something strong and patiently waited.
"Everyone's fucking stupid," he heard you say from behind him, seated at your usual booth. At first, he didn't think you were talking to him. "Either people or blind, or luck is finally on your side." You took a sip. He glanced through the corner of his eyes, but still couldn't see you.
"What now? You gon pity me or some shit? Call me out for being such a fucking disappointment?"
"Why would I do that?" He turned his head over his shoulder and looked directly at the back of your head. "You did more than what I ever could've."
"Yet I still failed." You scoffed and downed your drink, the notified waiter refilling it within moments. "Something funny?"
"Just you thinking you're so special," you could feel him lifting his brows and twisted your head to look at him. Your arm rested atop the booths. Both your faces were really close.
"I'm not-"
"But you are," you swallowed more comfort-juice.
"I'm not-"
"But you are," he stayed quiet to avoid irritation. "Stop thinking you're so special just because some villain whooped your ass. Life happens and there's nothing you can do about it... except laugh it off and call out: 'Fuck you too'," his eyes softened after a moment's worth of pondering. Then he started to chuckle amusingly.
"Have we met?" He then asked, voice a mixture of pure depression and pure delight.
You shrugged. "You've had many, but I'm a lucky bitch who was railed by the Pro Hero Hawks." A seductive grin grinned and he lifted a brow. Your glass rested on your bottom lip and daring eyes looked up at him. "Guess you were just having a shitty day and needed some therapy."
He reached for his own drink and downed the burning liquid. "Guess you pop up exactly when I need you most, huh." You snickered and placed your empty glass down.
"Are you saying you're having a bad day?" Fuck, you were being a slut. Your finger traced circles on his shoulder, ignoring the threatening glare he sent your way. "Maybe you need some therapy."
You looked at him. Fuck, you looked at him.
And that's how you ended up under him, begging for more and pleading for him to stop. Hands clawing at his back as his mouth sucked, bit, gnawed, and kissed away at your body.
Both naked. Both steaming hot. Both already dripping with sweat. Both horny as life itself. Where exactly? He said it was his place, but you didn't quite remember it being as such. Didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
Nothing mattered other than his slick fucking fingers stretching you out mercilessly. Your hands gripped at his hair and pulled, groans and moans syncing sexually. He added his thumb to rub your clit. Your back arched and a string of curses cursed their way out your mouth. The common stranger would never take you for being so verbal.
And you weren't. Unless it was a frustrated, animalistic horny beast busy railing you into the fucking ground. You came all over his hand, his fingers dripping soaking wet with the evidence you proved of being ready. He did that. He made you feel so good your body erupted with sensational orgasm.
"I think- I'm starting- to remember you," he spoke between sloppy kisses, ignoring his desperation for air. You kept on kissing him back.
"How so?"
He pulled away and flipped you over, forcing you into doggy style. He took a moment; a painfully short moment, just to take all of you in. "Who the fuck wouldn't remember something as incredible as you?"
Your head dropped with a childish grin. Big, rough hands tightly gripped your sides. Your heartbeat beat faster and faster at the anticipating expectation of him filling you up. You weren't a virgin when he fucked you before, but his size made you feel like tearing everything possible. It had you anxiously excited.
"Ha!" You responded to his previous statement. "You haven't seen the least of my incredibility," you boasted. Then you felt it. A massive fucking cock just brushing over your dripping cunt. It slid between your folds, massaging your clit with every up and down movement.
His chest pressed up against your back, mouth close to your ear. You felt his hot breaths. You felt his tongue wetting your lobe. Shivers. Fucking shivers.
"Then show me."
Fuck! What better word to describe what he was doing to you? With no mercy and no time for taking a breath, he fucked himself deep into you. Pounding endlessly until you swore, he reached your cervix. A repeated motion of buckling his hips and gripping your waist. It drove you mad.
Again and again, he thrusted into you and then for absolutely no fucking reason... he stopped. Dick buried deep inside of you, you were hoisted up and pressed against him. Your back against his chest. Both standing on your knees, only you had a twitching cock inside of you.
"Show me exactly what makes you so memorable."
When you made your remark, you meant it in two ways. You were incredible. Your quirk, to be more specific. And when he uttered those words, it somehow managed to slip out doubled meaning as well.
When all he got was sympathy, you proved to him that life was cruel and there was no point bitching about that. Yet you lightened something that he didn't even know was there. A flame, perhaps? A glimpse of... motivation?
His arms were crossed over your body, each hand gripping a tit. your one hand reached to cup his cheek, while the other rested atop his hands. His nose nuzzled into your neck, pecking it softly.
"If I did that, you might not want to let me go."
You wanted him. Before it was only a hunch and even now you could've just been under the influence of his arousal, but you wanted him. And not just in the sexual way. You wanted him. Desperately.
"You thought I was going to let you go?" He tugged at a string in your mind that sent flutters into your tummy. One peck to the cheek and you were back on all fours, gripping onto the sheets and crying out cries of pleasure. Bouncing along to his beat. Taking him in inch by inch. Like a hawk in heat, he made you his.
His thrusts became sloppy and breaths even more rigid. He was close. You gasped and yelped all at once, feeling the sudden attachment of his finger fingering your clit. Over stimulation. Complete and utter rapture. Glee that made you feel wanted and adored. How could he have such an effect on you?
Your walls tightened and pussy juices squirted all over his pounding cock. Hawks himself then joined you in orgasm and filled you with his seed. Hot, sticky cum dripped from your cunt, sweat mixing in with it.
You were exhausted. He plucked himself from your clingy pussy and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. At first, you fell face first into the bed. You then caught your breath and adjusted your position to look at him. He sensed it and looked back at you.
No words. He simply crawled onto the bed and wrapped big strong arms around you. Gently, he shifted both your weights to lay on your sides; snuggled up against him. You felt hot, sure, but you also felt safe. You heard him chuckle with little amusement.
"Last time I held you I could at least cover you up," he mentioned towards his lost wings. The fluttering burned and you had a heavy sensation dropping in your chest. He pecked your forehead, but let go when you looked up at him.
"I want to show you how incredible I am now." You've decided. His head titled slightly to the side in confusion and he snickered.
"Thought we already established that, kid."
You pulled your lips into a thin line, but then shook your head. Sincerity in your eyes allowed him to understand how serious you were, and his expression softened. He looked at you and maintained focus on where you were touching him. Over his chest, down his sides. Across his back... until you touched the roots where his wings once were.
He cringed or flinched; you weren't sure. One hand went to his neck, and you pulled him in for a kiss. Something to distract him. Something to comfort him. Intimacy. Affection. Passion. All synced along to the kiss. You worked your magic. He didn't notice.
When you pulled away his forehead touched yours. You felt gingerly at the roots of his wings. You smiled. You started to giggle. He looked down on you and gave you a questioning look. You simply smiled up at him.
"And that smile?" As reply you gestured towards the bathroom. In specific the mirror. He felt like there was something on his face or some shit and decided to get up. You sat there, excitedly waiting for him to open his gift from you. It was honestly the least you could do for him.
He looked at his reflection and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He turned to the side and looked back at where you were sitting on the bed, shrugging. You motioned towards the mirror again, this time he only turned his head to examine his side figure.
H-How?
His eyes were wide, yours were closed. His mouth was agape, yours pulled up in a smug smile. His hands were near trembling, yours were ready to embrace him again. There they were. At his roots.
Two little bundles of freshly grown, scarlet-red feathers. An unforgettable favor.
Tumblr media
© all content belongs to estjbeaver '22. do not modify or repost.
Tumblr media
Mainstream
Tamaki Keigo
Tumblr media
503 notes · View notes
focksie · 1 year
Text
𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎
[Todoroki Shoto]
[NSFW]
Reblog | Comment | Enjoy, ig
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Warning! Oral Sex. First time sex. Arranged Marriage Sex. Oral Sex (cause there's a lot). Sex.
Tumblr media
You'd known him since high school. You'd fallen in love with him, since high school. He barely even knew your name since high school. Now, by some miraculous joke, you're married to him. Wonderful, isn't it? Not if he was forced into the contract, no.
"You want something to drink?" You smiled softly and shook your head at his monochromatic words. He nodded his head slowly before walking to the side of the bed, close to where you were sitting on the edge. He sat down and started undressing, which obviously had you flustered. It triggered the realization of what was about to go down.
"Actually!" You blurted out, the two-toned-haired boy turning his head to look at you. "A drink would be nice. Something strong. Very strong."
He wasn't an idiot and got what you were trying to imply. He didn't blame you. Mere hours before you were wed to one another. Mere days before you were notified of this arrangement.
You blinked your haze away and looked at his approaching form. His god-like approaching form, might I add. You could gawk forever should you be given the chance. His dress-shirt was already buttoned down, exposing teasing amounts of his fucking ripped body. His hair was messy. His pants were wrinkled. He looked at you through hooded eyes. Oh, those eyes.
What you'd give to know what they were seeing. How he saw you and what he thought of the image.
Beauty. Intellect. Confidence. Stubbornness, mind you. If he had five words or less to describe the image he was seeing, that would be the perfect summary.
He gave you the drink and after clinging the glasses together, both chugged the strong alcohol. You knew alcohol usually took a while to kick in, but your mindset soon changed after those few swallows. So did his. He looked at you with much more honest stares, consuming every inch of your body as if it were the last meal on earth sitting before him. Fuck.
A certain area in his pants tightened, cruelly obvious to your angle. Your eyes had no filter, and you blatantly eyed the stiffening boner the poor lad had to deal with. The more you allowed your ideals to roam, the more alluring your gaze became. He watched you, not minding your stare. In fact, the lustful look in your eyes had him leaking in his pants.
You swore that if he'd looked closer into your eyes, he would've seen your fantasies play out like a hentai.
He wasn't standing that far away from you; arm's length to be precise. You both signed the contract, sure, but for the sake of decency you looked up. Like a baby doe begging at its mother. You looked at him, the boy you'd loved since the early stages of teenage years. He swallowed hard.
While still looking up your hand reached out, hooking a finger over his belt and edging him forward. One tiny step later and you nearly broke your neck looking up at him.
His breaths grew thicker, as if the tension had an effect on the atmosphere and evening air. You two were alone, after all, supposedly enjoying an excessively expensive honeymoon. You'd laugh. The wedding by itself was more than needed. You were still sitting in your wedding dress, might I add.
Slowly, but very surely, your fingers worked their way around his belt's buckle. A large and icy hand instantly gripped yours, stopping you from going any further.
"You should stop if you don't want to do this," he spoke with rigid breaths. So sweet, you thought and lifted your brows slightly. Your other hand gently removed his and you let his pants drop to the floor.
"Trust me. I want this," you fiddled with the hem of this boxers. "I've wanted this for a very long time... Shoto."
How could he decline such an offer? How could he ignore such a turn-on? His hands fell to his side, and he watched you dominate him. Your eyes left his and observed the bulge that created nothing more than curiosity as to the true size. The waistband stretched and his boxers joined his pants on the floor.
Should your reflexes have been any slower, and a massive fucking cock would've slapped you through the face. A finger tapped its tip, the noticeable twitch amazing you about as much as his length did. How the flying fuck was that going to fit inside of you?!
First, you rubbed it. You gently took long strokes up his shaft and cupped your palm in a circling motion around his swollen tip. He felt himself go mad. Still watching your every movement, his vision started to blur. He thought he was in the seventh heaven but was proven wrong.
You slammed his ass right back to earth and straight to the steam of hell, because what you did next felt unholy. He'd had sex before but nothing like this. Something about your soft lips and rough tongue had him cussing a string of curses. His tip was barely in your mouth and his knees were already on the brink of giving in. His mind was starting to succumb to his desire.
You took him in, tasting the oddness of his precum. Never in your life would you've imagined it to taste like that. Twisting and turning your head around his, you promised him pleasure. Again and again, until the softest little whimper motivated you to take all of him. You gagged. You brought your mouth back up and resumed your focus on his tip, nearing his first orgasm.
This is where the tables turn. Todoroki, though all the brain fog and intoxicating dugs (that is you) he came to realize how submissive he was under your touch. Not a fuck was that going to fly.
The next thing you knew, your hair was gripped tightly within his icy hand and your throat stretched at the welcoming of his cock. Again, and again your head bobbed onto him, urging his seed into your mouth. You gagged but encouraged him to use you for pleasure. A shaky motion indicated his proximity to euphoria.
Faster. Faster. His hips buckled into your mouth, a few tears damming up instinctively. Faster. Faster. His whimpers morphed into grunts and soon you were joining his reactions with soft moans. Your tongue added pressure and moment later warm, sticky cum was dripping down your mouth.
"F-Fuck," he stuttered, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. You had to adjust to the texture of his seed, but it alone had you dripping yourself. He knew this. He knew this very well. Barely given any chance to swallow, you were pulled to your feet. A hand pressed against your back, forcing you closer towards him, and another heated up beside you.
He threw you onto the bed, simultaneously sending flames to your dress. The act was so bold and unrealistic that you only came to reality when you were ass-naked, surrounded by the ashes of your wedding dress. You felt shy. You tried to cover-
"Fuck!" No time for feeling shy, you concluded. Next thing you knew your hands were gripping at the sheets beside you, body squirming at the unforgettable sensation.
A side glance to where he was stuffing his nose up your cunt, and you could see his sinister glare. This man knew what he was doing. He was driving you towards insanity.
First, he looked at you as if you were the last meal on earth, now he was eating you out as if you were the last meal on earth. Each flick of his tongue. Each such of your clit. Fuck! It felt so good you didn't even know how to fucking describe it!
"Shoto-" you tried calling for his name, but again your attempts at communication were cut hort. Instinctive reaction had you jerking upright, hand clutching at his hair. Even when sitting, he was digging himself deeper and deeper into you, easing his hunger. "Fuck- Shoto-"
He looked up at you. The fucking bastard looked up at you and seemed displeased. Your grip loosened and body fell back. No longer were you blessed with his mouth of your cunt, but rather his mouth on yours. Sloppy. Messy. Wet. Passionate. He kissed you like you meant the world to him.
To him there was you and only you. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. He had you tasting yourself, in attempts to share the sensation of how good you tasted. His kisses traveled along your lips to your jaw to your neck and there they fucking ruined you.
Hickeys of every size, shape, and color were spread out like a Picasso art piece on your body. You were the one at his mercy. The room echoed with your whimpers and soon filled with your cried of pleasure... and all he had to do was fuck you with his fingers.
For a moment he pulled away from your neck, looking at your side profile. "You're so tight," he remarked. But it was as if he was questioning it. You didn't respond with words; you didn't have the mental capacity for it. He answered himself, "It's your first time."
You nodded your head once, Todoroki still having his fingers pump into you mercilessly. Then he suddenly pulled out, forcing disappointment onto you for the second time. You opened your eyes and watched him support his own weight above you, hovering and towering alike. His eyes darted between yours, seeking out who-knows-what.
"You're a virgin."
"What of it?" You sounded offended that he was making such a big deal out of this.
"You've never done this before."
"Isn't that what 'virgin' means?" Your distaste in the conversation melted into his touch. His warm side caressed your cheek, his eyes a bit wide and his mouth slightly parted. If you allowed yourself to be influenced by wishful thinking, you'd say he was busy admiring you.
"I'll be your first." He kept on stating questions.
A few moments of no response passed. Then, you gently took hold of his left hand. All you did was touch his wedding band. Flutters of butterflies attacked your stomach. His heartbeat doubled and his throat dried out. You look at him sincerely.
"You'll be my only."
He was careful. He was considerately slow. He was influenced by your reactions to his every action. After hearing exactly what you had to say, and knowing what you meant to him, he felt his heart race with some uncanny emotion. But it wasn't unpleasant. He wanted more of it. He wanted to do everything the two of you did that evening again and again and again. And so much more.
Take you places. Share your stories.
Early the next morning when the sun was still ages from shining its face, he sat upright beside your exhausted figure. He'd already cleaned you up, patting down affectionately at your tender areas. Some blood had him experience guilt, but he knew you were okay.
Beauty. Intellect. Confidence. Stubbornness, mind you. Fuck, the things you do to him. Arranged marriage, sure. Only goal to birth an heir for his family, if they really have to (sarcasm). He just knew that when he looked down at her resting self, he knew life would be good.
Fucking her and loving her. And it only took him one evening to conclude. First time's a charm, hey.
Tumblr media
© all content belongs to estjbeaver '22. do not modify or repost.
Tumblr media
Mainstream
Todoroki Shoto
Tumblr media
749 notes · View notes
focksie · 1 year
Text
𝑹𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚
〔Bakugou Katsuki〕
〔NSFW〕
Reblog | Comment | Enjoy, ig
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Warning! Rough Sex. Tied up sex. Sex language (degrading and shit). Sex Slaps. Sex Positions. Submissive sex. Sex.
Tumblr media
"You're a fucking slut for enjoying this," the vibrations of his arousement shocked your body. You could feel the need and desire that urged him closer to creaming his pants. "At least you're my fucking slut."
Call it a romantic gesture, to use something as intimate as sex as punishment. For a couple who enjoyed fucking each other's brains out, it fitted perfectly.
You yelped again at the final tightening of the restraints around your wrists and ancles. He did it with one hand, exposing a stretched-out sighting of a shirtless Bakugou. Fuck. He had you drooling in more than one area. His other hand, which could bear witness to his previous comment, was dug deep up into your dripping cunt.
What exactly did you do? Considering the helpless, vulnerable, and putty state you were in... did it really matter? It did to Bakugou. You could see it in his eyes. Anger, frustration, and lust. All swam around in those pretty red eyes of his. You could drown... just like how his fingers were inside your cunt.
They didn't move, instead only remained in spot, ever so often twitching in honest reaction. Just the slightest movement had you jumping, though. You were tied up and couldn't do a thing. Free for him to devour. Free for him to satisfy his hunger.
"Ah!" The cry came out louder than expected, in a breathless sort of way. Bakugou grinned. He grinned with pleasure.
"I knew you liked it, you fucking little slut."
Two fingers were now inside of you, stretching you out while Bakugou adjusted his position. Still he was only using one hand, the other being occupied with his pants. You tried looking down, to at least get a glimpse of his sinister look, but your brain was malfunctioning. Some nerves weren't properly connecting because of all your stimulation being fed down at your pussy.
In and out, keeping a constant pace. The thing Bakugou did that drove you absolutely mad, wasn't his fingers digging in deeper or pumping into you faster. No. What had you driven over the edge of complete ecstasy, was the way he parted his fingers inside of you.
It stretched you out. To the point where you could imagine his cock having the same effect on your body. No longer were they glued together by the slickness of your arousal. They continued making a scissoring motion.
Your back arched, chains clinging there where your hands flexed and tensed. Your knees tried bending instinctively, but you were held back. You could do nothing more than grip at your own flesh and try to muffle intoxicating moans. Bakugou got addicted real fast.
"Shit!" You called out, just as breathless as before, but with much more disappointment. Chest heaving up and down, desperate for air. You dared to look Bakugou in the eyes... those ruby red gleaming eyes. Satan himself.
He couldn't help himself. Dub him selfish, but just sitting there on his knees, watching what he was doing to you... fuck. Simply thinking of your moans and groans, wetness and squishy walls. Your eyes would roll back, and your tits would bounce every time your back arched.
Insanity. You fucking made him go insane.
You could hear his belt buckle cling to the ground. In response you slightly lifted your head but was forced to smack it back into the pillow beneath you. Big rough hands were scavenging all over your sweating body, gripping and fiddling wherever they could.
Your eyes closed shut, mouth syncing with his. Again, you could feel his vibrations shivering down your spine, entering your brain and shutting everything down. You couldn't think. All that was on your mind, was Bakugou.
The chains around your wrists chimed again, your fingers desperate to touch him. Over his shoulders, chest, back, abs, everywhere. Bakugou was built like a Greek God, and you were the lucky bastard to fuck him. The hell am I saying? He was the one completely screwing your brains loose.
Heavy and puffy breaths fogged around you the moment both gasped for air. The tips of his cream-colored locks tickled your forehead, noses almost touching. He was supporting himself with his lower arms, body pressed up tightly against yours.
When he looked at you and sought out some sense of consent. He tried remembering what had him at raging point, but your incredible body had his memories leave drunkenly. Your reactions stunned him. You were addictive.
"Are you still mad at me?" You had to know, since you hated it when he was upset with you. He kept on looking at you for a peaceful moment more, before grinning wildly. He slowly lifted himself up and stood towering over you, on his knees.
A warm hand gripped at your thigh, and you bit down on your lip. "No. But I'm gonna fuck you as if I still am."
All mortality left your soul at the sudden stretch of your cunt. No longer did you have to fantasise over his size. The sound of his balls slapping your ass echoed. Both your moans, groans, and grunts made a harmonious noise.
Two solidly slow times he thrusted balls-deep into your dripping pussy, struggling to maintain his instinct to devour you right then and there.
"Fuck," breathlessly he called, already sensing the caramel sweat dripping from his messy strands of hair. Chains clinged. You tried taking deep breaths. He looked at you, eyes closed and mouth parted. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he chanted the only word worth describing the sensation he felt... knowing that it was you laying underneath him. Open for the taking. Open for him to take.
"Katsuki?!" You suddenly called out, completely surprised and shocked, even, at his sudden actions. Your mind was slow. You barely processed what happened.
Heat warmed your ankle, but only your right ones. A booming sound exploded along with it, chains melting into the sheets.
"What are you-?!" Your words morphed into cries, again. Your free leg was thrown over his shoulder, hand firmly gripping your thighs.
"Shut up and let me rail you."
Practice what you preach, or what's the saying? Split seconds after his smirking demand and he continued pounding into you. In. Out. Rough. Fast. Mercilessly. He fucked your brains loose. He fucked you into insanity.
Your fingers curled into your palms, desperate to be set free to at least touch your lover. He wanted nothing of it.
Your breasts bounced accordingly to the pace he set. He kept a firm tempo, slapping himself deep deep deep into the slickness of your tensing walls.
Like a bitch in heat your body welcomed him. The expected pain faded. Euphoria intoxicated both of you.
"Gonna fill you with my fucking cum," he roughly spat. "Gonna fucking breed you until your fucking cunt can't take anymore."
"Katsuki-"
"Gonna make you mine."
His body folded over at his waist. Your free leg wrapped around his moving body, his mouth moving on yours. Sucking. Licking. Biting. Gnawing. Leaving marks of nearly every shade just scattered all over your neck, collarbone, chest.
"Mine. Mine. Mine," softly he grunted beside your ear, speaking to the tempo of his cock filling you up. For the slightest moment you swore his demeanor turned soft with a hint of care, oh but were you wrong.
He jerked upright and blasted another explosion over your tied-up ancle, setting it free as well. A gap had you gasping when he brutally pulled his dick out of you. Big rough hands gripped at your hips and in one effortless movement, you were forced onto your knees... hands still conneted in front of you.
"Ka-ah!" You simply couldn't get a word in. The leverage he had made his thrusts just that much powerful and encouraged. One hand started burning hot finger prints on your waist, the other gave you one loud slap against your ass.
"Who do you belong to?" He demanded an answer, never once letting his pounds slow or rest. He expected you to speak? Now?! He slapped you again, this time with a heated hand. "Who the fuck do you belong to?!"
"Y-You!" Your head jolted upright, neck nearly snapping and throat nearly tearing. Your hands were still gripping at chains in front of you. "I-I'm yours! Only y-yours!"
His pounds got sloppy and breaths rigit. It crept up on you. You didn't even notice the buildup inching so close. You were too busy trying to think of a sensible sentence that your orgasm surprised both of you. You cried out. You tensed and tightened. Your walls hugged his cock in a bearhug, suffocating it as it urged closer to its own high.
It was all he needed. Seeing you submit to him and seeing how he made you feel good... fuck. Next thing you know his chest was pressed up against your back, swollen cock filling you up with hot, sticky cum. His seed.
You fell limp, having only the chains at your hands keeping your face from the pillow. His breaths were hot, fanning against your ear. His arms were either side of you, slightly shaking from the stimulation.
The air was almost fully returned to your lungs when one of his hands reached out before you. Small sparks ignoted in his sweaty palms and your hands were set free. You fell completely limp but that same hand/arm caught you. His other arm supprted both of you.
Soft butterfly kisses tingled all along her upper back. She would've leaned in if she could, but honestly all energy was drained from her. He kept on planting soft kisses all over her back until he reached her neck then ear.
Softly he reminded, "Fuck yeah, you're mine."
Your side burned and your ass stinged. Your wrists were bruised and your pussy in pain. It was ignored, though. Your hand gently went to touch his, which was still supporting you. No words were exchanged.
You let yourself fall to the bed and turned to lay on your back. Soft, gently hands cupped his cheeks, while his was still supporting him, hovering over you.
The two of you stared longingly into each other's eyes. His were warm, welcoming, and burned with passion. Yours were caring, affectionate, and in love. Both leaned in.
You pecked his lips. He pecked your lips.
"I love you."
Tumblr media
© all content belongs to estjbeaver '22. do not modify or repost.
Tumblr media
Mainstream
Bakugou Katsuki
Tumblr media
616 notes · View notes
focksie · 2 years
Note
Happy New Year, foxy!! 🎊 🥳
happy new year dazai’s cum 😌😌
4 notes · View notes
focksie · 2 years
Text
welcome to focksie’s disastrous page‌ !
Tumblr media
���𝚒 ! 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚡𝚢
𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎:
-> 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
-> 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝:
-> 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 -> includes all my works
-> 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 -> includes what and who I write for
𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝:
-> 6 feb
-> she/her
-> entp
-> mathematician
𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 !
22 notes · View notes
focksie · 2 years
Note
nsfw
hiding away in a closet as to not get caught by the enemies but dazai decided to be a menace and make you ride his thigh so you have to stifle your moans, could you write a scenario about this? thank you!
closet
Dazai Osamu x Reader
warnings -> NSFW, language
a/n: yes, anon, yes. great mind, anon, great mind. requests are closed
reblogs are appreciated <3
Tumblr media
if you had to choose one word to describe your situation right now, it would be uncomfortable. you love Dazai with all your heart, you really do, but in situations like this, you wish you could just sew his mouth shut. wether it be because of the filth he’s spewing into your ear or the teasing words that just won’t stop. and the worse part, is that it gets you all worked up.
you didn’t choose to be here. you were forced into this tiny closet by your own mind, to avoid making contact with the enemy. and honestly, you praise your critical thinking skills but at the same time you hate yourself for falling into Dazai's trap. you think for a second that maybe he had this all planned out, ending up in a closet, pressed closely into each other.
he's got your body pressed into his, both of your legs spread between his thigh, giving him leverage of teasing your cunt. you silently curse yourself for wearing a skirt, the only thing that had been available. which gives dazai more leverage, your clit being separated, from his pants, by your thin thong.
as you're lost in thought, trying to figure out how to get yourself out of the current dilemma you're in, you're immediately brought back to reality when dazai flexes his thigh. you bite your lip to keep your moans intact, but the way you clit rolls along his thigh already indicates that, that scheming bastard has you right where he wants you.
"Dazai, do not start with your shit," you warn when you feel his hands wander down to your clothed waist. "But my belladonna! This is the perfect opportunity for you to test your self control!" He whispers enthusiastically into your ear. you lightly smack him over the head and he winces.
you're about to scold him, but he covers your mouth with his hand, smirking and putting a finger over his mouth to indicate that you need to be quiet. that's when you hear it. the faint noise of the enemy's guards. Dazai's hand slowly leaves your mouth and you try to calm your beating heart. then he begins.
Dazai presses your body impossibly close to his; he's kissing your neck as you sit comfortably on his thigh, trying to maintain your last bit of sanity. "Dazai," you interrupted yourself with a soft gasp when you feel his hands start to guide your hips up and down his thigh.
"Shh, my darling. You don't want us getting caught do you?" you shake your head and bury yourself into Dazai's neck. you try and gather your thoughts to whisper back a snarky comment, but the feeling of your covered clit sliding up and down Dazai's thigh is too much.
"Dazai," you mumble into his neck, "we really shouldn't-- ah!" Dazai pushes your head further into his neck when he hears the footsteps get closer to the closet that you're located in. "I know it feels good, my love, but you need to be quiet," Dazai's raspy voice against your ear has you soaking even more.
the feeling of almost being able to get caught excites you. maybe it's the fact that right behind the closet door there are people who can easily discover your current rendezvous with a simple pull. or maybe it's how you have to stay quiet or you're fucked even more than you are now. either way, it riles you up and of course, Dazai's enjoying every moment of this.
he continues to move you on his thigh, you nails clawing into his shoulders. he can feel the damp stain forming on his pants and based on the way that you're whimpering into his shoulder, he can see that you're close to reaching an orgasm. your body locks in when you hear the footsteps stop right outside of the closet, the guards continuing their casual conversation.
Dazai grins when you lift your head out of his shoulder, eyes wide, like you're a deer that's been caught in the middle of the road. he smirks to himself when you throw your head back in pleasure, trying to control your breathing. the friction of your wet clit on his thigh becomes exhilarating.
"Dazai--" you stop when you feel his hand behind your head, pushing you into his neck again to stifle your moans. "'m close, 'm gonna cum," you whine into his neck. "Shh, belladonna, I know," he tries to lower your voice. it takes one last motion of up and down, and you tensing up, legs shaking and your teeth biting into Dazai's neck, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
Dazai chuckles as he lets go of your your waists, his hands rubbing your back. you lift remove your head from his neck, heart racing and chest heaving up and down, as you try to control your panting. " I know you enjoyed that," Dazai says and you can already see the smirk on his face, despite not even looking at him.
"Dazai, shut the fuck up and figure out how to get us out of here, please. I'm to fucked out to think," you pant softly and he giggles. "Hmm, belladonna... I'd watch my tone if I were you, we're far from done."
© all content belongs to focksie 2021. do not modify or repost.
1K notes · View notes
focksie · 2 years
Text
fate
Dazai Osamu x Reader
warnings -> angst
a/n: just something random I came up with :3 requests are closed
reblogs are appreciated <3
Tumblr media
you're not supposed to be here. you know you're not supposed to be here. but just as fate has its way with everyone, it seems that tonight your feet were led by fate, as you stand before Dazai's door. your ex coworker's door. yes, ex coworker. Dazai's time at the port mafia was never really spent alone. he was always with chuuya, or Mori, or you.
friends with benefits. no strings attached. that's what it was supposed to be. did it end up just being that? no. did both parties catch feelings and were then torn apart by that stupid thing called fate? maybe. all that you could feel right now, was the embarrassment crawling up your spine. and not to mention, you were soaked.
you just couldn't do it anymore. the absolute horror of being in the port mafia. at the beginning, you had no choice. poor, no parents, you had no choice but to join the port mafia. the killing, the brutality and all things bad, you had no choice but to cope. and your coping mechanism? dazai. of course, it wasn't always sexual, the both of you being teenagers, you were close. good friends. best friends
that is, until you got older. feelings started to bubble up within your chest and before you knew it, the both of you couldn't keep your hands off of each other. which is ironic, since you decided on the 'friends with benefits' label. therefore, when dazai left, it came to no surprise that you were heart broken. you only string of hope had left you.
so, when you just couldn't do it anymore, you ordered your henchmen to find his address and then one day you popped. that day was today. you had seen an innocent child been killed by the port mafia's hands and you just couldn't do it anymore. why did he get to leave? why didn’t he tell you? why did he leave you?
after work, you ran through the rain to his address, curious and desperate for his touch, after a dreadful four years without him. so here you were, soaking wet from the Yokohama rain and face red, awkwardly standing outside his door. you hadn't knocked or rung the doorbell or anything, however you did come to the conclusion that this was stupid.
he’s probably forgotten about you. he obviously didn't care, since he hasn't tried contacting you. so with a blood red face and shaky hands, you turn around. your feet are heavy and the pounding sound of rain has taken over your hearing as you dreadfully move your body away from his door.
"Y/N?"
you immediately froze at the sound of your name and at the sound of that voice. your brain tried to register wether or not you were become delirious because of the exhaustion or not. with stiffed shoulders you slowly turned towards that very familiar voice. your eyes were met with wide brown ones, an expression of shock.
"hey, dazai," you said softly and giggled awkwardly. "how've you been?" Stupid. You shouldn't have asked that, now he's going to think you're mental. your thoughts got the best of you, and before you knew it, you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. "you're tired," dazai states, looking deep into your soul.
your eyes are tearing up, fat tears threatening to fall. "I-" your voice fails you, the inability to speak over takes you. you head falls onto his chest and sobs violently escape your throat. Dazai's arms are quick to slither around you, as he pulls you closer. "why did you leave me?" you sob into his chest, and all he's able to do is stroke your hair, water dripping down his fingers.
the two of you stand in front of his door, holding onto each other as the rain pours onto the roof above you. "I can't, dazai. I can't do it anymore," you say between hiccups, your head still pressed against his chest. "I know, darling. I know," he sighs back, patting you like he used to. it feels so familiar, so natural.
for a second, it's perfect. for a second, the two of you are one. and for a second, the two of you are long lost lovers, finally reuniting. when dazai grabs your chin, looking at your red puffy eyes, you hear the words you've been waiting for. "join me," he says, eyes sparkling. your heart can't help but jump, butterflies forming.
perhaps fate isn't done with the two of you yet.
© all content belongs to focksie 2021. do not modify or repost.
207 notes · View notes
focksie · 2 years
Text
welcome to focksie's masterlist !
Tumblr media
keep in mind that this is all fem!reader, as I only write fem!reader
requests are closed, but if I reopen them -> read this before requesting <3
please let me know if something doesn’t work
文豪ストレイドッグス(bungou stray dogs):
Dazai Osamu x Reader
-> Not Mine (NSFW)
-> Encountering a 'Pick Me'
-> Stress Ball (NSFW)
-> Fate
-> Closet (NSFW)
Chuuya Nakahara xReader
-> Hot Headed (NSFW & angst)
-> Encountering a 'Pick Me'
呪術廻戦(jujutsu kaisen):
Ryomen Sukuna x Reader:
-> Must be Nice (NSFW & angst)
ハイキュー!!(haikyuu):
Tsukishima Kei x Reader:
-> Tsukishima Kei as a parent headcannons (fluff)
-> Heartbreaks & Dumb Exes (angst)
Kenma Kozume x Reader:
-> Family Christmas (fluff)
Kuroo Tetsuroo x reader:
-> safeword headcannons (fluff & NSFW)
Oikawa Tooru x Reader:
-> safeword headcannons (fluff & NSFW)
Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader:
-> safeword headcannons (fluff & NSFW)
163 notes · View notes
focksie · 2 years
Note
*slides in your inbox politely* Dazai taking out his stress on me after a bad day at work 👀 (if possible the reader works at ADA to.) Totally cool if not. I read your fic 'no mine' and I'm in love 💖
stress ball
Dazai Osamu x Reader
warnings -> NSFW, language
a/n: plsssss @dazaiscum I am in love with your username <3 and I hope you enjoy :) requests are closed
reblogs are appreciated <3
Tumblr media
dazai, in general, is a very relax person, and so when he's stressed, he'd often make jokes about the situation at hand to lighten the mood. very little people have actually seen dazai stressed, you being an exception. of course, with him being your boyfriend and all, it would be normal for you to see him stressed. and so when you do, you have no problem offering yourself to him as a stress reliever.
dazai is quite difficult to outsmart, however you can see right through him. which is why you're not surprised when he pounced on you the moment the two of you walked through your door. not lots of things cause dazai to get stressed, however the constant routine put together by kunikida causes him to tick just a bit. especially since he's too lazy to actually do all of the paperwork himself. which then ends up in him slowly sliding the paper towards Atsushi's desk and then Atsushi politely declining and insisting that he should do the work himself. Hence dazai is left with no choice but to do the work himself.
as he's sitting at his desk, actually doing the work himself, you notice the way his eye twitches as he looked down on the pile of paperwork he has to do. you notice the way his hand shakes with frustration when after two hours, he only gets half way through the pile. and you notice the way he subtly glances at you, every now and then, to get his mind away from the living hell in front of him.
by the end of the day, when work hours are finished, you end up with a very irritated, stressed and annoyed dazai. so of course, being the wonderful girlfriend that you are, you don't mind at all when he pushes your legs to your chest, putting you in a press, and fucking your brains out, releasing all the pent up stress on you. in fact, judging by the way you're eyes are rolled back and the strings drool falling pass your lips, you actually love it. and due to dazai's observing gaze, he notices immediately.
"My, my, belladonna, you're quite the slut! Creaming all over my cock as I use you as my stress ball."
he says it in a condescending tone, as he snaps his hips harder into your pussy. a strand of pleads leave your mouth and he chuckles, "fuck, I bet you do like it, my whore." the degrading words have you clenching and creaming around his cock, much faster than expected. dazai grunts at the feeling and pushes your legs even more against your chest, splitting you open. "Ah!" you yell out as he continues to abuse that spongy spot inside your cunt.
"Hmm, belladonna, you're gonna make me cum," he mutters against your ear as his hips speed up. you can't help the pleads and moans bubbling up from your throat, as your cunt constantly clings against his cock. his hips come to a sudden stop against yours as he grunts. you let out a scandalous moan as you feel dazai's hot cum released inside of you. he stays still for a while, both of you catching your breath's.
"fuck, thank you, belladonna," he says softly as he pulls out, watching his cum leak out of your fucked out pussy. you hum in return, a small smile on your face. dazai slowly wipes up the cum with a tissue before he flops down next to you. you laugh as he groans into the pillow, saying something about unfinished paperwork and kunikida's scolding.
when you realize that a couple of days ago kunikida told you that this whole week was just gonna be paper work, tingles run down your back, excited for tomorrow night.
© all content belongs to focksie 2021. do not modify or repost.
2K notes · View notes
focksie · 2 years
Note
hey i saw your request post and decided to ask you to make a headcanon for dazai and chuuya's s/o reacting to them having a pick me girl friend? the friend then just bothers s/o and say that they are not compatible with them and says they need a s/o who has the same interest thank you!
Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya encountering a 'pick me'
->Dazai Osamu x Reader
->Nakahara Chuuya x Reader
warnings-> language, nothing really
a/n: tysm for requesting, I hope you enjoy <33 requests are closed
replogs are appreciated <3
-> Dazai Osamu
you know, having a genius as a boyfriends really is helpful 99.9% of the time.
the day started ordinary, you both woke up, got dressed and headed work.
first thing that happened was that kunikida scolded you both for being late, which you ended up blaming on dazai, who was so dramatic about it, "but my belladonna! you are the one who refused to let me go in bed this morning!"
which was a complete lie, in fact he refused to let you go
so, as punishment for being late, kunikida sent the both of you to go buy supplies for the agency, which you happily agreed to because at least he didn't give you extra paper work (not that dazai would have done it anyways)
the two of you get to the shopping malls and the first thing you do is get ice cream. insisted by Dazai. "baby, you know we're technically on work duty right now yeah?"
"ah, it's just an excuse to spend more time with my belladonna <3"
you are dating a man baby
so fast forward and you're done with the shopping, after three and a half hours. why? because someone kept on getting distracted by bandages sales.
when you're done, you go put all the shopping bags in the car and as you're doing that, Dazai decided to get more ice cream. "here you go my love!" "Dazai, this is our third round of ice cream-"
you take it anyways because you love him so much <3
so now you both are sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying your third round of ice creams.
your mindset is so very calm and peaceful and you're convinced nothing can go wrong as your laughing at dazai's stupid suicide jokes, that include ice cream. yes, his new plan is to commit suicide by drowning in ice cream
that is until you see her
"shit, dazai, hide me!" you whisper scream as you plunge yourself into his neck, trying to hide your face from the girl that everyone hates
dazai is so confused, but the moment he's about to ask, you hear her annoyingly fake high pitched voice, "Oh my! Y/N is that you?"
"fuck me," you whisper as you slowly remove yourself from dazai's neck, who by the way, caught up on what's happening and is shining like the sun, beyond amused
"hey Aiko," you say through gritted teeth, a forced smile on your face.
"My oh my! Who's this man next to you! Don't be a hag, Y/N, introduce us!"
you have to physically stop yourself from pouncing on this woman and beating the fuck out of her.
you open your mouth to reply, but dazai is quicker than you, "She doesn't have to introduce me, I can do that myself. Dazai Osamu, nice to meet you."
you're quite terrified. even though Dazai has a smile on his face, you'd have to be dumb to mishear the very obvious threat behind his words.
"oh wow! Y/N how'd you manage to pull him? he's wayyyyyy out of your league, and wayyyyy to attractive for you"
she giggles after saying that, twisting her fake blonde extensions around her index finger, acting all innocent
all the color of your face has been drained. anyone can see that you're now visibly upset.
Dazai's just smiling, but if looks could kill she'd be dead, twice
"you know, if you want something better, I'm free tonight. I'm sure Y/N has my number, you can ask her for it," she says eyeing you up and down, "I'm not as... basic as all the other girls."
Dazai can't help but let out a chuckle, he finds this very entertaining.
"no thank you, I don't waste my time with worthless whores like yourself. my love is so much more than just manicured nails and fake hair. next time, before opening that worthless mouth of yours, get your facts straight<33"
you have to bite your lip in order not to laugh at her expression. Aiko is frozen in her spot, mouth open in shock.
"would you please move? you're blocking the view," Dazai says with a chuckle
she replies with a mumble of 'whatever' and walks away, her heals clicking loudly on the cement.
"Dazai! I could've handled it! That was going overboard!" you scold him.
"c'mon my belladonna, I saw the way you were trying not to laugh! you were enjoying it as much as I was!"
you giggle in response, nodding your head to agree with him
"besides, no one gets away with insulting you"
he'll always be there <3
-> Nakahara Chuuya
shame, that poor girl
because chuuya loves you so much, he often buys you expensive gifts, such as designer dresses and very pricy jewellery. you almost always wear the gifts he buys you to work
for some background, you also work at the port mafia. you're one of the top assassins and the top female assassin
everyone knows and doesn't know that you and chuuya are a couple
they've seen how the two of you interact and how he treats you, so they just assume that the two of you are together
but at the same time, they're to scared to actually ask
so therefore, everyone knows and doesn't know
however, there are a couple of people who know about your relationship, mori, kouyou, elise, the akutagawas and a couple of others
so, when you and chuuya are set up to interrogate an absolute whore, it comes to no surprise that chuuya's up on his feet ready to defend you at any moment
unfortunately, you have to start the interrogation alone, since chuuya had an executive meeting
you walk into the room and you've already lost your patience
the girl, named Aimi Tanaka, is slouching in her chair, chewing her gum extremely loudly, and is on her phone, almost like any 14 year old mean girl
you let out a sigh as you mentally prepare yourself for the frustration you're about experience
"good morning, miss Tanaka. I'm here to interrogate you about you boyfriend, Hiroto Ito," you say as you take a seat
"uhm... no. ex-boyfriend, actually," she says, taking a selfie and not even looking at you, still busy on your phone
"right," you mumble as you start questioning her. the first part of the interview went shit, she's barely able to look up from her phone as she's caught up on social media
even when you threated her with a gun, she didn't care
just as you were about to start screaming at her and emotionally fuck her up, Chuuya walked in
"right, I'm here, what are we dealing with?" he asked as he sat beside you
only then, Aimi decided to look up from her phone, giving Chuuya a hungry look. you didn't even try to mask the disgust on your face. she put down her phone, just to look at Chuuya
"well, hello," she giggled, as she pushed herself forward to give him a view of her clearly implanted breasts
Chuuya didn't even hear her, never less look at her as he placed a kiss on your cheek as a greeting, "What have you gotten out of her?"
you let out a sigh, head falling down on the table in despair, "Nothing, Chyuu. absolutely nothing."
only then is when he looked at Aimi, and he immediately understood why.
she was pushing her tits together and batting her eyelashes at him. she's realized that the two of you must be dating, since he had given you a kiss before
just as chuuya was about to threaten her, she started speaking.
she looked him dead in his eyes, mouth curling up into a smirk, "isn't it exhausting having a boring girlfriend?"
you stared at her in shock, looking at chuuya as he clenched his jaw in anger, but she continued.
"I mean... she's not even pretty! I bet I could give you everything you want and more."
after that, she giggled and gave you a dirty look, "and by the looks of those Louboutins and that Chanel dress she's wearing, I bet you'll be able to keep me happy as well."
Chuuya slammed his fists down onto the table and the girl flinched
"what an absolute whore," he said as he got up, pulling you by the hand and leading you out of the room
before he left, he looked at her fearful face, smirking down at her as he said,
"I don't fuck cheap pussy"
you laugh at his statement as he closed the door, his arm wrapping around your waste, he smashed his lips onto yours. he could feel you giggling into the kiss
"God, I love you," you said against his mouth and he replied by pressing his body harder into yours
Gin awkwardly stood outside, waiting for her next command
Chuuya turns to her, "Deal with her."
she gave him a curt nod and went into the room
the last thing you heard was the screaming of Aimi's voice as you and chuuya went to go eat lunch at a luxurious restaurant
anyone with a brain won't fuck with you becuase they'll know that chuuya will rain hell upon them <33
© all content belongs to focksie 2021. do not modify or repost.
2K notes · View notes
focksie · 2 years
Note
Hello, may I request angst to smut + chuuya with their s/o during an argument like spanking please.
hot headed
Chuuya Nakahara x Reader
warnings -> language, NSFW, filthy shit, angst
a/n: hi lovely ! thank you so much for being my first request <3 i hope you enjoy <33 requests are closed
reblogs are appreciated <3
Tumblr media
you know, it wasn't supposed to be like this. if only chuuya wasn't so fucking possessive, maybe it would have ended differently. but you'd be lying to yourself if you said that you didn't like this position you were in right now. you were draped over his knees, ass red with how many times he had spanked you, forcing you to say 'thank you, sir' after each smack. how did you end up here? all because of your own stubbornness and pent up frustration you had with chuuya.
you work for the port mafia, one of the best assassins there. you knew that, mori knew that, yet chuuya wouldn't stop with his 'you need protection' shit. you were independent, so why couldn't he see that? did he look at you like you were some five year old? in reality, chuuya knew you were a strong, independent woman. however, that did not cover up the fact that you're his girlfriend. he didn't look at you, like any other member of the port mafia, no. he looked at you with love, and fear that he might loose you. which is why Mori rarely ever puts you two together in missions.
he knows that the emotional connection you two had would make it difficult to work with each other and you'd get in each other's way. not to mention, you won't be able to stop bickering. everyone knew that you loved your independence, so can you just imagine the disaster that would unfold if you two were put together. and since chuuya is an executive, with much more power than you, who also happens to be your boyfriend, you would not appreciate him telling you what to do.
but unfortunately, mori had no choice. looking at the given information and the stats, you two had to be put together for a mission. now the mission was a success! but it was how it became a success that matters, not to mori of course, if it's done it's done, but to the relationship you had with your boyfriend. you were fed up with his shit, him rudely shunting you around. today, he made damn sure you saw him as a boss and not a boyfriend, which pissed you the fuck off.
you had both gone on the mission, with backup men, and you being you, you quickly came up with a plan to eliminate the enemy. however, chuuya disapproved, pointing out each flaw in your plan. and when you insisted that your plan would definitely work, he shut you down immediately and came up with his own plan. worse part, was that his plan was much more effective and efficient than yours, not that you'll ever admit it. however, what bothered you that most was how rude he was with you, in front of your underlings as well. the whole thing just made you fucking angry. who did he think he was?
meanwhile, chuuya felt the exact same. he didn't like when people looked down on him, so when you had insisted on your plan, he had to make sure that you know your place. needless to say, everyone could feel the tension coming from you two. after the mission, you both calmly (or so it seemed) walked back to chuuya's penthouse. the two of you still hadn't spoken a word since the incident had happened. as you walked through the door, you waited patiently for chuuya to close it before you popped. "what the fuck is wrong with you?" you spat bitterly.
now, in hindsight, you regret saying that. "choose your next words carefully, pretty girl," he said coldly, staring into your soul, taking off his hat and putting it on the table. at that moment, you were way to frustrated to care about consequence, "no, you do not get to fucking do that right now." chuuya was becoming more and more angry by the second, "it's not my fucking fault your plan was fucking shit," he said, his face close to yours as he had angrily walked up to you with every word. next thing you knew, your hand made contact with his face, sending it into another direction.
you immediately pulled you hand away, both hands coming up to your mouth to cover your gasp. "baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't think I'd do-" before you could even finish your sentence, chuuya began to laugh. not a cute funny laugh, but an intimidating one that already had you thinking about how he was gong to punish you. "no, pretty girl. you weren't thinking," he said, right before his lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss. teeth crashing against teeth, tongues fighting for dominance, which he had won. and that’s how you ended up where you are now.
his hand made contact with your bare ass, sending stinging sensations up your spine as you let out a yelp. "thank you, sir" you said with a tremble in your voice. you could hear chuuya smirking as he replied with "no problem, pretty girl, it's what you deserve" after what seems like an eternity of him abusing your ass cheeks, he finally decided that you've had enough. not to mention, it's quite hard to miss the wetness dripping from your cunt. before you know it, he yanks your naked body up against his fully clothed one. "Have you learned you lesson, baby?" he asks in a mocking tone. "yes, sir. I have learned my lesson," you repeat as his hand cubs your cheek, his thumb collecting the sticky tears beneath your eye lids. "good girl."
the next moment, he has you up against the wall, fucking into your clenching cunt like a wild man. "yeah? you like that you fucking slut?" all you could do was drool against the wall as you frantically nodded your head up and down. "of course you do, dirty slut," his words have you creaming around him in a matter of seconds. and he doesn't stop there, "who the fuck gave you permission to cum?" a bubble of incoherent apologies leave your lips and it does nothing but boost his ego.
"chuuya!" you moan out as his hips speed up. "fucking slut, creaming around my cock," he grunts against your ear and before you know it, you're cumming on his cock again, milking him for everything he has. "Fuck!" his hips still as he pours his hot seed in your cunt. he stills for a moment, letting you both catch your breaths. When he pulls out, his fingers push his cum back into your cunt and you let out a whimper. he has to catch you when he lets go, since your knees had given out a while back. "whoa, pretty girl, I got you," he whispers as your arms find away around his neck. he picks you up and carries you to your shared bed. he doesn't care that you're all sticky and sweaty, he just needs to be close to you.
as your dozing off on his chest, he decides to speak, "I didn't let us go through with your plan, because I know you would've gotten hurt." he says it so softly it's like a silent confession, much more than enough to please you. you hum in response, "you know I love you, but I'm never again going on a mission with you ever again." you feel his chest vibrate beneath you as he laughs, an unspoken agreement.
© all content belongs to focksie 2021. do not modify or repost.
758 notes · View notes
focksie · 2 years
Text
requests are now closed, but if they open, this is who I write for <3
Tumblr media
feel free to request fluff, angst or smut (yes, I will accept filthy shit <33)
please keep in mine that I only write fem!reader
and if you want, feel free to message me about random shit :)
文豪ストレイドッグス (bungou stray dogs):
Dazai Osamu
Nakahara Chuuya
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Akutagawa Ryūnosuke
Ranpo Edogawa
Kunikida Doppo
Nakajima Atsushi
My Masterlist
enjoy <33
103 notes · View notes