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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏. 𝐏𝐌!𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢- 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Summary: Dazai thrives off control, meaning your smart-mouth is a big no-no. Unluckily for you, he knows just how too break you down. (Kinktober Masterlist)

TW\CW- Dazai is 18, Dubcon, Degradation, Humiliation, Blow-job, Threat of Murder, Hair Pulling

You were young when Mori took you in, he told you that your abilities showed promise for the Port Mafia and that you would be one of the most useful members if you were trained right. He put you under Kouyou first, with the thought that you'd be more comfortable with her, given that she can be quite kind and more patient- then the other members are anyway. It didn't last very long for you though, given your attitude problem, you were quite the hard little thing too tame. So when Mori told you that he was putting you under one of his executives, you weren't too fazed too say the least. You assumed it would end the same way it did with Kouyou; a loss of patiences. But the man crouching in front of you, as you kneeled, had more then enough. Holding your face in his hand and squeezing, making your lips form into a pout, as he stared you down, eyes blank, giving nothing away.

"You just don't listen, do you? You know-" he looks to the side for a second, before his eye makes contact with you again, "when Mori gave you to me- too train of course, I didn't think... you'd be such a mouthy little bitch, ya know?" He tilts his head at you, his pointer hooking under your chin, lifting your head up slightly. His lips form into a faux pout before he lets go and stands up straight, his full height feeling more like a threat then anything as he uses the tip of his shoe too lightly kick your knee with the command of, "up." With eyes glaring deep into his own, your shaky knees lift you from the floor as your arms come too wrap around yourself, the wanted feeling of comfort lacking as you're pushed down to your knees again, the choked gasp leaving your lungs as your knees meet concrete. The pain leaving you breathless for a second as your eyes shoot shoot shut.

Dazai lets out a long sigh before he speaks again, "you know that's not what "up" means. Dogs don't walk on their hind legs, try again." You bite your lip as your head bows, teeth sinking into the soft flesh before copper meets your tongue. Putting your hands on the floor, palms flat, as you fix your stance, knees digging into the artificial stone as your shins and feet stick out straight behind you. You hear him hum in contentment, head still bowed in humiliation before you feel his hand fist your hair and pull your head back, eyes starring up at him before he leads you, by your hair, out of the room. There's an immediate struggle from you as he pulls the door open, your pulling back, hands shooting up to his own hand attempting, too push it away.

The pain is white hot as he tugs at your hair, the pain leaving the spot sore, your eyes squeezing shut as your hand is pulled away from his own and continues too pull out the room, your hands shooting to the floor again too keep your balance. There's lackeys walking around and starring at you when you reach the main floor of the Port Mafia, their feet frozen as their hands stop too watch you be dragged into Dazais office. It's spacious, the room mostly empty except for his desk and a couch by the wall. His hand doesn't leave your hair until he's sat in the chair behind his desk, your knees burning and cut up from being dragged through the base. One of his hands tilt your face up, he breathes in before exhaling as he lays his head on his fist.

"You're resilient, I'll give you that. You know... usually I have disobedience from my subordinates corrected within minutes- not even... but, you still continue too be mouthy and.. I'm really tired of it. So, since you can't keep it shut, might as well put it to better use, yeah? Open." Your brows furrow in confusion before his hands move towards his pants, undoing his belt and popping the button on his pants open. Your eyes flick down to his hands, mouth going dry as you start too back-track on your knees. His eyes don't leave you as he pulls his pants down slightly, hand grabbing at your hair too keep you still as the other pulls his cock out. You squeeze your lips into a thin line as you look away from him. He hums at you as the hand that was in your hair moves down and his nails dig into your cheeks, lips opening slightly as he rubs the head along your lips, pre-cum leaving them somewhat glossy.

"Bite me and your brains will be all over my floor." That's the only warning you get before his cock is shoved down your throat, throat tightening as it attempts too force out the intrusion. His head tilts back with a groan as his lips part slightly. The hand that was squeezing your jaw shoots to the back of your head, grabbing at your hair as he forces your throat too take him deeper. His hips buck up as you gag around him, your hands quickly grabbing at his thighs as your nails dig into them. His eye opens as his head tilts back down too watch you, his hand bobbing your head on his cock, your tongue tracing the veins on the underside of it. His tongue digs into his cheek as your head begins too bob on it's own, your eyes flickering up to stare into his own as you dig your tongue into his slit, he hisses as his adams apple quivers and he pushes your head deeper, his hand forcing you too stay there as tears prick at your eyes from the invasion of his cock down your throat.

His hand pulls you closer, causing you too scoot forward a little too relieve the pain before he lets you pull back a bit, your hand wrapping around him and jerking up as you take a couple deep breaths in. When you've gained some air back into your lungs, you let your tongue roll out and flick at the slit of his cock, before your lips wrap around the head and you suck. Your eyes tilt up to his own again as spit drips down the shaft of cock and you take him back down your throat, before his hand is fisting at your hair again, tugging at the roots as he gets tired of the accidental slow pace. Your eyes pinch as his cock rams the back of your throat, pace keeping up as he pants slightly, nails digging into your scalp, causing you too cry out around him, the vibrations around his cock causes his stomach too clench as he continues too use your throat.

"F- fuck... guess I know what you wer- mphm... were doing when you were out on the streets, huh?" Your nails dig into your thighs at the comment, eyes getting cloudy from the on-coming tears as your cheeks flush in humiliation. He chuckles down at you, it's dark and albeit a bit breathy, it still gives him his desired reaction; shame. His hand continues too move you back and forth as his legs spread wider and his tongue swipes against his lips and he swallows, eye rolled back before he rips you backwards by your hair. Your eyes shoot open as you look up at him, his once free hand is now fisting his cock, pre-cum flowing from the angry red tip and he's groaning aloud before his teeth sink deep into his lip before his hand is patting your cheek with the command of "open." It's milliseconds after your jaw has dropped that his cum is drenching your face. The sticky white substance spraying on your cheeks and some getting caught up in your lashes and hair.

It takes him a couple seconds for his breathing too calm down as his hand continues too lazily jerk his cock, milking it for everything it has. When his chest does stop heaving, his eye flutters open again and his head tilts forward. His eye looks you over before he slips his cock back into his pants and zips them back up, redoing his belt. He swirls the chair to the side, his feet under the desk as he grabs a pile of paperwork, barley giving it a once over as moves the chair back towards you and leans down a bit as his lips twist into a sick grin.

"Give these to Chuuya for me, hm? I'm sure he'd love too see how pretty you look right now."

This!!! And he'll force himself too tear up a bit when he sees the slightest ounce of hesitation from you. He'll plead his case, stating that he's been working all day and that he can't possibly continue when you look so good, sitting across from him, you have too understand!!!

dazai absolutely uses his big brown puppy eyes to convince you to let him nestle his dick inside you while he works. he just can’t focus without the heaven that is your warmth wrapped around him. it’ll only be for a little while, he promises !

Okay, but like imagine Mikey or Dabi with an older reader... they're probably brag that they cam pull older women and call her miss or ma'am, and if they called her babe they'd probably correct it going "but I guess that's not appropriate because I'm the baby here!"

With Mikey, I do think he'd brag about it, specifically Racer!Mikey, he'd see it as an accomplishment in it's own way. Also, Mikey likes too be taken care of and he's quite immature, so with an older reader, she'd let him know that he can't act like a child consistently and will help him with maturity, I also think him being with an older woman, it'll help him gain a new view of the world, like Kanto!Mikey, she wouldn't take his shit, she's grown and has enough experience too see a red flag, so I think he'd mellow out quite a bit.

With Dabi, I really think he'd like an older reader as well, someone with maturity and experience, I don't mean just for sexual purposes but also emotional, he'd want a person in his life that is emotionally mature enough and can understand his experiences especially with family, and if you have a similar situation within your own family, he'd feel a bit more connected with you because of that. I also think while he's not someone too give up control easily, Dabi would like too be taken care of, especially if he's had a particularly hard day, maybe dwelling on his past traumas, he needs someone too take care of him every once in a while.

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐. 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢- 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Summary: Having you laid out all pretty for him isn't enough anymore. (Kinktober Masterlist)

TW\CW- Baji is 26, pussy-eating, cunnilings, AFAB reader, multiple orgasms.

Keisuke Baji loves everything about you, but if you were too ask him what his favorite thing about you were too be, he'd say his favorite thing about you is how you taste. You'd believe him, he always has his face buried between your thighs anyway, so it makes sense, but... there's something about tonight, he seems feral tonight. The tell-tale being how deep his nails are digging into your thighs, like he can't get enough- and he truly can't. He doesn't feel like his tongue is deep enough or his face is close enough- none of it is enough for him. That's why you're sat on his face, your thighs squeezing tight around his head as he holds you down on his mouth by your waist. His tongue rolling your clit as you hump against his face and pull at his hair, long and pretty, tangled around your fingers as your back arches and he attempts too push his face up closer to your cunt.

Growls rumbling deep from his chest as his eyes slip open and they meet your own, they're crazed as his tongue delves deep into your warm walls and he keeps trying too pull you closer. It's almost like he can't comprehend the fact that you can't get any closer- like he doesn't understand that his tongue can't reach any deeper, or maybe he just doesn't want too understand that it's physically impossible. But he keeps trying anyway, as he spreads your lips apart, sucking on you as you arch your hips closer to his face, hips desperately trying too get him deeper. His big hands squeezing at your waist as he guides you up and down on his tongue. Using his tongue too fuck you as if it was his cock that you're riding, continuing too move you against him, his nose nudging against your clit. Your grasp on his hair is tight, you know he's gonna have a headache later by how hard you're tugging on it, the thought of ripping it from the root pops up in your head but it quickly passes as his tongue continues too attack your clit; relentlessly.

"There you go baby, ride my fucking tongue- shiiiit there you go princess- good? Is it good?" He's breathless, his pupils are dilated and he's crazed as he continues too drag your abused cunt across his face. He's panting against your cunt as he continues too bounce you on his tongue, his face is drenched in your slick, so soaked it's dripping down his chin and bleeding through his shirt. His nails are so deep that when he slides them down to your ass and you look down, there's scratch marks, drops of blood sliding down your ass and staining the bed sheets more so then your own slick as he lays a heavy slap across the fat of your right ass cheek. It's too much as he pushes you closer to your third orgasm that night, building so quickly that your abdomen is starting too hurt and you're unsure if you're trying too pull him closer too get his tongue too slow down or if you're just yearning too get that point, too feel that euphoric feeling again. Your hands quickly pull away from his hair as they readjust to the back of his head, still trying too pull him closer, before going to your chest, only to, seconds later, brace against the wall. It's hard too sit still. Hard too calm your racing heart from the overstimulating to your cunt. Spreading and kneading your ass apart as he keeps eye-contact with your face as soft little growls fall from his lips and he's nuzzling the tip of his nose into your clit.

He's leaving open-mouthed kisses from your clit to the opening of your pussy, harshly sucking at your clit as you cry out, tears welling up in your eyes as your stomach sucks in on itself. Your head tosses back your tongue hangs out and spit slides down to your tits. One of his hands stays on your ass as the other groups at your tit, smearing your spit over your nipple before he roughly tugs on it and your hips buck into his mouth. He's preening when he feels your cunt convulse around his tongue, his eyes are going wider as his tongue moves faster, you know you're close but you know it's not for you- it's for him. As soon as he tastes the first pool of your cum on his tongue, he's moving and it's quick. You're on your back before you can even think as he's throwing your legs over his shoulders and he's spreading your pussy open wider with his thumb as his tongues shoves itself back in. He's gulping it down, he's not breathing as he continues too dig his face deeper into your pussy, warm tongue sucking up your slick, leaving hickies on your clit, the bud becoming quickly overstimulated as he continues too tongue-fuck you through your orgasm. But he's not stopping, not even as you push at his face, your body thrashing as you shake your head at him, but he won't stop, too pussy-drunk too realise it or maybe too un-caring, especially as he continues too lap at you before speaking in a raspy panicked voice.

"Let me go again baby- fuckin' please baby- I need it, I really really do baby please!"

GF!DABI???? EXCUSE ME?!?! (GF!Dabi is all I need in life 😩)

GHOSTFACEDABI IS THE DEATH OF MEE

When r requests gonna b open 👊👊

Early November!!! But... if you, ya know... wanted too send thirst in (specifically Dabi please guys I'm so desperate, my head is racing with thoughts of him and I need people too send in the most depraved shit-) you absolutely could!!!