PHONE CALL
dazai x fem! reader
smut, minors DNI (ageless blogs will be blocked)
dazai fucks you while you’re on the phone.
oral (fem receiving), degrading, slight humiliation, edging, dazai being kind of an asshole
dazai had you pinned against his bed, legs thrown over his shoulders. clothes had been long forgotten at this point, as the only thing you could truly focus on was your mind going blank.
one hand fondled your breast, squeezing and massaging it in soft circles. he rolled your nipple in between his fingers, pinching you gasped at his fast pace. meanwhile, his other hand diligently fingered your sweet pussy, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit while his two fingers thrusted in and out of you. he’d smirk every time he felt your walls clench around his slender digits.
you wanted to cry out, moan for him to let you release, but there was one problem.
dazai had dialled the armed detective agency on your phone. you called in sick today, but the president had insisted you at least attend the important meeting over the phone. and thats how you ended up here.
for now, he has given you the mercy of muting the call, but your embarrassment spoke volumes. he sped up the pace of his fingers, immediately causing your hands to fly up to your mouth covering yourself. dazai was quick to grab your wrists and pin them above your head, leaning in to whisper into your ear.
“now now bella, how will they hear your beautiful moans with your mouth covered?” he knew what he was doing, refusing to let your wrists go as his fingers worked tirelessly on your pussy. you were dripping by now, his fingers sliding in and out of you at a slick pace. you were ready to cum any minute now, but not when it was dazai pleasuring you.
“my pretty little slut wants to cum? hm? not till i’ve gotten a taste of you..‘’
much to your dismay, dazai unmuted the call. it was now up to you to stay quiet.
he lowered his head, throwing your thighs over his shoulders. he grins as he trails his head down your body, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. he teases your sensitive bundle of nerves with feather-light kisses, kissing the innermost corners of your thighs but not daring to eat you out. he wanted this to be slow. he wanted you to lose your mind.
his eyes gleam with wicked delight as he hovers mere inches from your throbbing pussy. he slowly, tantalizingly drags the tip of his tongue along your swollen clit, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. he dips his head lower, his tongue circling your entrance before slowly pushing inside. dazai moans against your slick folds, savoring your sweet taste as he works to drive you wild with need. he slowly and torturously running his tongue along your slick folds, savouring your taste like no other.
your hands covered your mouth. you wanted to scream and cry for him, tell him to go faster and beg him to let you cum, but not when you had people listening. dazai knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he loved it.
dazai groans hungrily as he dives in, his skilled tongue exploring every inch of your pussy. he laps at your sensitive flesh, delighting in the way you squirm and moan under his touch. his movements are relentless, driving you wild with pleasure as he savors your tangy taste. he sucks and licks with shameless abandon, working to push you closer and closer to the edge of release. he holds nothing back, determined to bring you to the heights of pleasure - and to torment you for his own sadistic delight.
he plunges his tongue back inside, stroking and teasing your most sensitive spots as his fingers grip your thighs, holding you firmly in place. dazai is relentless in this, determined to fill you with ecstasy. staying quiet was becoming unbearable. his tongue leaves no part of you untouched. he starts to suck ob your clit, knowing how close you were to cumming but refusing to let you. he sucks hard and then using his tongue to leave a long stroke up and down your folds. the noises of your co-workers was mere white noise to you. you could only focus on the way his tongue ate you out like a starved man.
after what felt like forever, dazai pulled back up. to your relief, he muted the phone once more. you took the opportunity to catch your breath, but apart of you knew he wasn’t done. he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.
“f-fuck. please, fuck i-i’m gonna cum..” you begged to him. he only smirked, knowing what he was doing to you.
“is that so? you’re such a pretty slut, if only they knew how obedient you are to me..” he placed a wet kiss on your neck. he lined up his cock to your entrance, ready to claim you. but he held back, purposely teasing your sensitive clit without granting you what you wanted so bad.
“look at you, so wet and needy for me…” slowly, sensually, he ran the tip of his shaft up and down your slick folds, eliciting a frustrated whimper from you. he chuckled darkly, reveling in the power he held over you. “you have to beg for it first.”
“please.. please i need your cock so bad dazai! i-i want you to fuck me… please..” you could barely speak, needing nothing but for him to pound into you like he owned your pussy.
he leaned in once again. “if you think about cumming without my permission, i’ll fuck you right in the agency office.”
with that, he unmuted the phone-call and pushed himself inside of you. he thrust his hips forward, burying his throbbing cock deep inside your welcoming heat. a groan escaped his lips at the sensation of their tight, slick walls enveloping him. luckily, the meeting was just about over, but at this point neither of you cared. dazai finally ended the call, letting you scream to your hearts content.
picking up a punishing pace, dazai pounded into you, relentlessly driving his cock home again and again. the sound of your bodies slapping together filled the air, mingling with their cries of pleasure and pain. "thats right, take my cock like the dirty slut you are," he groaned, voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “you were made for this, to be used and filled up by me.”
your pussy ached to cum, wanting to clench around his cock with your release. the sounds from your mouth was a mixture of moans, cries, and begging. his pace began to get sloppy, wanting nothing more than to plant himself deep inside of you. but he wasn’t going to make it that easy for you.
“you wanna cum? hm? beg.” he teased.
“please! fuck- oh- please.. please let me cum dazai! i can’t take it anymore.. fuck..”
he leaned down, planting one last wet kiss underneath your ear. “than cum for me.”
you screamed.
you felt your walls clench around his cock, your cum coating him perfectly. dazai planted his release in thick white ropes of cum, pulling out and watching your pussy drip full of him. he left more lazy kisses on your neck, bringing you back down to earth by his side. you gasped, your body warm and buzzing enjoying his warmth on top of you. but despite your exhaustion, something piqued your interest.
“now, about what you said about fucking me in the agency office?”
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"Can you be quiet for five minutes?"
AN: hello! i wrote this for fun, it's nothing serious or special, i just needed to do something with myself. hope y'all will enjoy it anyway lol (also, i had that one scene from shrek 2 in mind)
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Summary: the night wasn't peaceful for the ghoul because reader talks too much
Warnings: english is not my first language; reader is female; it was supposed to be more of a comedic oneshot; a lot of inner thoughts
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The night was getting cold. Chilly air mixed with the pleasant warmth emanating from the fire, touching your red cheeks. It was a nice feeling, especially after a whole day of walking in the brutal heat. The sun was killing you and the night was a nice change.
'I fucking hate wasteland', you thought to yourself every day.
Burning sun, disgusting monsters, crazy raiders or even that ghoul, literally everything could kill you any minute. It was hard to survive out there alone ans you knew that. Maybe that was a reason why you didn't ran away from him yet.
"So...", you couldn't stand the silnce anymore, "are you gonna finally untie me?"
You sat by the bonfire with your legs pressed to your chest, staring into the sparkling flames. Hands still tightly tied, of course. The other end of the lasso held the ghoul whom you met a few days ago.
He was sitting on the other side of the fire, leaning against a huge piece of something wooden. He looked like he was sleeping with a cowboy hat covering his face. The ghoul wasn't like anyone you've met before, but you weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. He did tied you up after all and have gave you no choice, but to travel with him to God-knows-where. On the positive side - he didn't killed you. And that was something unexpected.
"Hellooo..? Did you hear me, Mr. Ghoul?", you never called him like that before, but you wanted any interaction.
No response. Was he really sleeping or just pretending that he didn't hear you?
It was in his style, to be honest. Ever since you met him, he seemed cold, selfish, like he doesn't care about anything else in the world but him. Sometimes straight up annoying, sometimes kinda funny and nice in a twisted way. These mixed feelings made you somewhat intrigued.
"Listen lady" , he didn't looked at you. "I need some peace and quiet so no stupid questions or talkin', got it?"
"Oh, come on! We have been travelling for days! I'm not gonna do anything stupid", it was this time when he was just annoying as hell.
"I bet you won't, sweetheart", you knew he smirked under that stupid hat.
"So what, are you gonna keep me like this to what? Sell me for chems? Or eat me one day?", you spoke once again. "You know, both options are pretty problematic for you because, I mean, you are really planning to sell skinny, dehydrated girl and hoping for decent payment?", fake scoff escaped your mouth. "Keep dreaming. I am way more useful as a compa-"
By anything stupid you meant something like killing him or running away. First of all, he was very skilled and you knew that attacking him was suicidal mission. Second of all, you could try to escape, but you didn't know if it was even possible with this man and did you really wanted to?
On one hand, there were plenty ways for him to hurt you. Shooting, beating, selling, starving you to death or worse - eating you alive. It was something... common on the wasteland. People were doing everything to survive and as crazy as it sounded, you understood it, the ghoul knew it as well. But on the other hand, after raiders killed your parents, life became harder than before. You hated it and what you hated more was loneliness. You had none, no friend and no family left. Maybe it was delusional, but you hoped for befriending the ghoul and travel with him for a little longer. Or maybe he could help you made it to town where you could stay. In that situation you didn't have many options (it didn't work by force anyway) to consider or anything to lose, to be honest.
"Oh, for fu-", he straightened up, finally looking at you.
You didn't have many opportunities to meet him face to face and take a closer look. Beautiful eyes spoke more than thousand words, that's for sure. The most noticeable thing was the lack of a nose, but aside that the face was handsome. You could imagine how he looked like before the ghoulification. In fact, you always thought that people were exaggerating with their disgust towards non-feral ghouls. They were still humans, right?
"You asked me a milion questions already, while I couldn't ask you one", you heard the irritation in his voice. "You better don't cross the line"
That silence was overhelming. Sure, the sound of camfire was nice, but your thoughts were getting weirder and weirder. You needed something to occupy your mind and because you weren't the best at small talk (or starting a conversation at all) you came up with the stupidest idea.
Classic threating. You rised your tided hands, palms facing him in surrender. It wasn't the right time to ask about the future and you didn't wanna cross the line, at least not that night. He was looking at you for a moment, making sure you wouldn't ask anything else and returned to his previous position.
You stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking about and you couldn't read him. Not before, not now and probably not in the near future. He seemed like he could always read your mind while being completely unpredictable to you. What he thought about you? What was his plan? You should be very scared or just scared? Many questions were running in your head, but you couldn't find answer for none.
"What it's like to be a ghoul?", you mentally slapped yourself, but there was no turning back now. "I mean, how did you become a ghoul? It was quick or it was a long process? My parents never told me much about ghouls"
Deep, long sigh escaped his mouth. He looked at you again, not bothering to move his body. Even someone like him lacked words and strength for you.
"Did someone ever told that you talk so much?", a ghost of a smile crept across his face.
"Actually, yes, my father told me that once", you smiled proudly.
"No lesson learned", you quite enjoyed his harsh voice with strange accent. He definitely didn't talk enough. "Can you be quiet for five minutes?"
"Hm, I'm afriad no, Mister", then it striked you. "I don't know your name! I won't shut up until you will told me your name. Wait, you do have a name, right?"
"Yes", you felt annoyed again by his lack of cooperation.
"Well..? You know my name, even you don't use it, may I know yours?"
"Cooper", the ghoul hide his face under the hat again. "Now, let me rest for a while, will ya?"
Bright smile appeared on your face. That was what you called a progress. It was genuinely a cool name and suddenly you started to wonder if he liked yours.
"But...", you heard a growl from under the hat, "we will talk about what to do next? I know how things works out here, but... We don't have to be enemies. I know you want to survive and I don't wanna be your prisoner forever"
You were on thin ice and for the first (and not last) time in your life you couldn't gather your thoughts. You wanted to tell him a lot of things in one go.
"I'm not your enemy, sweetheart, you don't have to worry. Now sleep or I'll have to shoot that pretty face"
You noded quietly. You knew that tomorrow you would try to talk to him again, still hoping for some sort of cooperation or agreement. Your life was on the line, after all. Not to mention that he called you pretty and even another threat couldn't take it away from you. Maybe that was the sign that he doesn't mean no harm to you, there was a hope, at least.
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Dunno if you're still accepting writing prompts but I have one: Adam has been losing considerable weight and most at the hotel notice this while he's surprisingly unaware of it. He's under a lot of stress from not only trying to get redemption to go back to Heaven, he's dealing with issues of Lucifer being present there, finding out that he's not as straight as he once was, so dealing with internalized biphobia, religious guilt and reoccurring trauma since Luci was the catalyst for most of his issues back in Eden. Charlie, Lucifer, Angel (Husk by proxy) and even Vaggie are the most concerned about him and are trying to decide how to address it without him getting defensive. But because he's Adam, he needs to be told directly. Even though she's sure it will end badly, Vaggie decides to address it and it seems like Adam's surprisingly taking it well, but he looks so distracted and distant. Vaggie pushes just a little bit and suddenly Adam explodes basically the gist is: "Why did I have to like Lucifer of all people?! I don't want to like him! He ruined my life, he took away everything I ever loved!" Unknown to either one of them, Lucifer is listening in and he just looks so...despondent and leaves.
Vaggie helping Adam would be a special experience. She has every reason to hate the guy but has come to like him.
Hearing about Adams new found feelings for Lucifer, thinking he's gay and is going through the emotions she can relate. She remembers the way she felt when she was figuring herself out and how her devine felt about heaven once she was in Hell. It's a mind fuck.
Lucifer hearing that he is part of the reason Adam is like this would be conflicting. He'd be happy that Adam feels the same but guilty that he's the reason he's hurting..... Again.
So he would give him space, maybe too much and THAT would hurt Adam cause now he thinks he did something.
It would take a long while before they finally sit down together and talk things out and give them a fair try.
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