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Sskk cuddling in bed at night with the window cracked open to let cool air get inside the room

Atsushi's arms and legs transformed but his claws aren't out so that he can hold onto Akutagawa more, cover him in case of possible harm, legs wrapped around his hips, arms around his neck, one of his hands rubbing circles into the scar on Akutagawa's neck.

Akutagawa's legs are bunched up under Atsushi's, clinging onto his shirt, Rashoumon wrapping some tendrils around Atsushi, as if it's ready to become demonic armor for him, Akutagawa gently petting Atsushi's back while sleeping, Rashoumon keeping the blanket up to their shoulders.

And for a moment, all of their pains melts away. Because they're together, holding each other, ready to protect the other in any situation.

Being jealous of their child

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Ranpo X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humour, Comfort

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Shitty parenting (like, for real), bsd men/reader being childish af

Word Count: 2.7K

A/n: As you know I'm a sucker for fluffy romantic shit so-

Btw C/N stands for Child's Name

They're the one who gets jealous

↳Nikolai

From the moment you announced your pregnancy to him, Nikolai knew his life was about to turn into a horrifying nightmare. How the baby was going to have his share of attention from you, how your love was going to be divided between him and the baby; it was definitely an unpleasant event.

But things got a little better when the baby was born.

When the small, whiney creature was placed into his arms, he immediately stopped crying and his tiny lips curled up into a open mouth smile, making his teethless gums visible; like he could recognize his father's aura. Nikolai pouted at the sight.

That stupid baby.

That stupid adorable baby.

His baby.

Suddenly things weren't that bad anymore, because his mind started wandering around the imagination of him and his son, running away from angry Sigma as they held each others hand and giggled. They could annoy Dos-kun together, they could play pranks on people and laugh at their stupid faces when they realized what was happening. His son looked just like him, and no one could resist those big glassy golden eyes of his.

He could teach his little Dove how to fly, alongside him.

At that moment Nikolai suddenly felt butterflies flying in his stomach, but he forget an important point;

that his son took after him and he, was a jerk.

"Mommyyyyyyy! Dad ate all the cookies again!"

The words of your son made you look up to your husband who was sitting on the couch watching TV, and raise your voice a bit.

"Nikolai! Again? How many times have I told you not to eat the cookies I bake for C/N?"

Nikolai stared at your sons innocent face for a while, before looking back to you and pout. "Why not?" "Because you eat them all at once and I have to get my ass kicked making them again!"

C/N stood behind you as he gazed at his father. He always looked so innocent, so pure, so angelic; but not with that evil smile on his face; The evil smile that you've never seen, because he doesn't plan on showing you.

The little beast was watching him closely to rat him out.

Nikolai slowly sank into the couch as an idea popped into his mind. If that little beast could play dirty, then why wouldn't he show him a little bit of what he's actually capable of?"

"It's just that... You know what? Never mind" "What? What is it?"

You stared at your husband who was fighting back a smile with curiosity, taking a few steps to approach him.

"What is it baby? You know you can tell me anything" You said while sitting next to him, tucking his hair behind his ear. Nikolai sighed at your motion, and tried to avoid your gaze as he started talking.

"It's just that... I've been feeling a little left out lately, and... Ever since C/N was born... You haven't given me any attention. It just feels like... that... you don't love me anymore" "What? That's not true, baby! I love you both equally!" "Oh really? Then how come you never bake any cookies for me? They were used to be all mine! And what happened to our date nights? Hm? All gone when the baby came into our lives!"

You slowly became sad at his words. He was right. Things changed so much since your baby was born, and they weren't all good changes. Maybe you were focusing on your son a bit too much, to the point that you forgot about the love of your life. How unforgivable.

"Kolya... I'm so sorry... I guess I didn't realize how hard things must have been on you... But I promise I make up for it! I love you more than anything in the world after all. I-"

"More than him?" Nikolai looked directly into your eyes that got widened from his question. "What?" "I said, do you love me more than C/N or not?" "I... Well I can't choose-" "Yes or No, Y/N?"

You paused for a few second, before taking a glance at your son from the corner of your eyes and getting closer to your partner, Whispering in a really quiet tone. "Yes... Of course I love you more than him. You're my other half, after all"

He knew you didn't mean it. He found out about it the day you refused to have an abortion and decided to keep the baby, but this was enough for him; enough to teach his brat of a son a lesson.

"Good" Nikolai smiled as he used to do back when you first met, and opened his arms for you. "Now, a hug would be a good start to make up, hmm?"

"Sure, baby; sure" You slowly leaned to his embrace, missing the sight of him taking his tongue out and show the middle finger to your son, who was raising his fists to threaten him that he'll get back at him for this.

↳Dazai

"I want to marry you when I grow up, mom!"

C/N slowly hugged you and placed a small kiss on your belly, since it was the only place his lips could reach without help. You chuckled while running your fingers through his hair, smiling at your son which was literally the smallest version of your dearest husband.

"But baby! What are we going to do about your father then? Daddy will be sad if you take his wifey away from him. Don't you love your daddy?"

C/N's face turned sad a bit as he thought about his father being away from you. The little one was aware of how deeply his dad was in love with his mom, how he always wrapped his arms around her, trapping her in a long hug the minute he got home. Dad was crazy about mom, always had to be touching her in some way, always kissed her forehead gently before staring at her with his love struck eyes... it was the reason why he wanted to marry his mom after all;

His cute little mind was expecting a life like this in the future, marrying someone he was head over heals for and form a happy family with her.

"I... I love daddy but... I love you more! Besides, daddy can come to our wedding if he wants to!"

"Oh really?!"

the sudden appearance of your husband made you both draw back in shock, and turn to the door just to see him peeking through the door with a not exactly delighted expression.

"D-Dad? How long how you been standing there?"

"Long enough to witness this brutal act of betrayal!" He said dramatically as he always did, slowly walking toward you to place his hand on your waist. You rolled your eyes at him and subconsciously sank into his warmth more, making him smile a bit harder.

"Now now, C/N; Do you think you have a chance with my Belladonna?"

The boy looked over how your figure was sticking to Dazai's as if he was your savior, and a small sulk appeared on his face. "Why not? I'm more handsome than you are!"

"HUH!"

Dazai gave him a challenging gaze while he tightened his grip on your waist, smirking at his kid knowing he was going to end up crying in his bedroom.

"Then let me make it clear for you"

His confident tune made you shoot him a suspicious glance and protest to him arguing with his own child, but your voice was immediately cut off by your own shock from being lifted up into the air.

"OSAMU WHAT ARE YOU-"

"This is my Belladonna! You see her? She's my wife! My one and only love in this cruel world! I'll do anything for her! I'll protect her from anything! And I'll never let anything come between me and her! Not even you, you little brat!"

It was a matter of time before your sons shocked face burst out into gloom "Waaaaaaa daddy is so mean I hate you!"

He covered his face with his tiny hands while running off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind himself as his sobbing became louder.

You raised your eyebrows at your stupidly handsome husband.

"Happy now?"

Not that he needed to say anything though; the answer was written all over his gorgeous face. "Oh Yeah, Definitely"

↳Ranpo

Your red nails looked so majestic running around in those dark brown hair like that, slowly massaging the skin as you smiled down at, well, someone who was not him.

Ranpo sulked as his sharp gaze targeted you and C/N, who had his head laid on your lap while listening to your easy riddles that he could answer in a blink of an eye.

"So, another one. There are two doors. Behind one of them is a lion who hasn't eaten anything in two weeks, and behind the other one is a lab full of poisonous gas. If you had to open one, which would be your choice?"

"If I answer that correctly, would you give me more ice cream as reward?"

"Of course! My clever boy deserves all the sweets in the world!"

"Yay!" C/N smiled as he looked at you with excitement. "Then, I would open the door with a lion behind it, cause the lion is dead after being starved for two weeks!" "That's right! Mwah* You're my little detective! I'm so proud of you baby!" "Then can you add some cookies to the reward too?" "Sure! If you do all your homework" "Ok then!"

C/N got up and ran to his room to finish his math homework. You sighed, letting your head rest on the wall behind you, when you suddenly felt something on your lap.

"Ranpo? What are you doing?" You watched him with surprise as he tried to avoid your gaze by tilting his head to the other side.

"Ask me" "What?" "Ask me to solve riddles for you too!"

His flushed cheeks and whiney tune finally hit you. Oh! So your thirty year old husband was being jealous of his own son! How... expected of him.

"So you want more ice cream as well?" You decided to play dumb as you seized the opportunity to tease him a little bit, but he saw through you, as always. "No! I want you to praise me like you praise C/N! I can solve harder riddles than him! I'm the best detective in the world! not him!"

You wished you could say his nagging and childish behavior made you question your life choices, but unfortunately, those were actually the reasons why you fell for this adorable man in the first place.

"Fine baby, you're the best the detective in the whole world" You slowly placed a kiss on his forehead, slowly massaging his temple to make him blush even harder.

"Even better than him?" "Even better than him"

Ranpo let out a "Hmph" sound before looking back to you, and pouting at your satisfied expression.

"Y/N?" "What is it baby?" "I still want more cookies and Ice cream as reward, and they have to be more than his share"

You're the one who gets jealous.

↳Fyodor

This is wrong.

This is stupid.

This is childish.

This is illogical.

But this is still how you feel.

You're jealous of how your daughter is all curled up in his lap and he's so cool about it like it's nothing. Why isn't he shooing her away? Why? Then why is he always rejecting you whenever you get clingy while he is working?

You didn't want him to reject her. You just...

Felt left out.

"Look, daddy! It's me and you!" C/N chuckled as she held the paper up so her father could see it, but it was a bit too high and literally three centimeters away from his face.

"Oh, it's really pretty sweetheart" He said as he took the paper from her tiny hands, while caressing her pigtails with his other hand. The drawing was messy, but its cuteness could definitely make up for it. However, There was something missing; an important thing.

"Where's your mom then? You didn't draw her" He replied, slowly tilting his head to the front to meet his child's purple eyes that took after his. Her cute pigtails were kinda getting in the way of his vision, but they were too cute to shake off.

"Oh? I drew mommy earlier, But she was still caught up with housework so she told me to leave her alone until she's done. She promised she'll come see it later!"

Fyodor raised his head to look at you, but was met with an empty sofa instead. You were here a while ago, where did you suddenly went off?

"Darling, wait here. I'll go check up on your mom. Don't touch anything before I come back, ok?"

"Ok!"

Fyodor didn't see you leaving, but he had no trouble guessing where you were.

He found you in your shared bedroom, your coiled figure on the bed as you were hiding under the blanket. The sound of those familiar footsteps made you cautions, but you weren't planning on greeting him as you used to do.

Sure, housework.

"Myshka?"

Silence.

"Honey?"

Still silence.

He remained still, making you wonder if he was planning on something which was rather expected of him;

but the unexpected thing was how his arms suddenly wrapped around you as he crawled under the blanket.

"Hm! So, she's actually sleep" He whispered next to your ear, smiling softly while his thumb gently caressed your cheeks that were slightly red from... the warmness of the room? You wished he would think that way.

"Too bad... I wish she could join us in the living room"

The smile you were struggling to fight back finally beat you as it appeared on your face, but you were still not going to give in.

"Dear, may I say you're pressing your eyes a little too hard for someone who's actually sleep?" "No you may not, and I am sleep you're just being paranoid" "Absolutely! How can I question it when you're telling me yourself?" He teased, pulling you closer to plant a delicate kiss on your forehead, which was his one last move to surrender you; and your open eyes was proof that he succeeded.

"Hmph! You waked me up" You pouted, sinking into his embrace. He's chin was on the top of your head, fingers going through your silky hair as he inhaled the delightful aroma of your chocolate scented shampoo.

"My apologies, dear; what would you suggest to make up for it?" "Cuddles...? If... if you have time...? I mean, you looked like you have plenty a while ago!" Your sullen voice made him chuckle and press you in his arms a bit harder. "Of course. I always have time for you, wifey~" "Fedya!"

He knew how to make you feel butterflies in your stomach, he definitely did.

↳Chuuya

"So, which one of us do you like the most? Me or her?" You looked at your husband as you raised your eyebrows, daring him to choose the other option on the table, which was your daughter who was also standing next to you, with the same pose.

"Uh... I love you both equally?" He smiled thinking he just saved himself, but your dissatisfied expressions made it clear that this was not over yet. "That's not true! You have to pick one!" "Yes daddy! Tell mommy that you like me more than her!"

The little one held the bottom of his coat as he looked at him with puppy eyes, trying to manipulate him into choosing her; but the thing was that your sharp gaze was more powerful than those bluebell eyes of hers.

"I can't choose between you! You're both my girls!" "That's it, I'm sleeping in the guest room" "NO WAIT-"

Chuuya suddenly shifted you up with one hand as he did the same to C/N, pulling both of you back onto his lap. The cocky smirk on his face was more visible than usual, but you couldn't blame him because you were also shocked from how he was able to do such things without wasting any energy.

That handsome bastard.

"See? I have enough strength to hold both of you in my arms, and my love is no different~" He smiled, placing a kiss on C/N's cheek to prove his point. "There's enough love for the both of you. You're my favorite people in the whole world, ok? There's no need to fight over this! I'm all yours"

You sighed, picking his hat up to pull his ponytail.

"That was nice, but..." "Owww!" "Still not the right answer" "Damn it!"

Reblogs are wildly appreciated :)

Love Like Cherry Blossoms

—Series Masterlist

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Fantasy, Humor, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Cussing, NSFW content, Etc.

Summary: Y/n is a normal citizen with a normal life. Everything in her life goes as planned; work, home, eat, sleep and back to work; but things suddenly change when she switches bodies with a member of the ADA, by accident.

Status: Ongoing

One ⇝ Two ⇝ Three

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Chuuya Appreciation Club!

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Dom!Chuuya, Sub!reader, Some suggestive/NSFW shit under the cut, cussing done by me

Word Count: 1.6K

A/n: Head empty thinking about Nakahara fucking Chuuya

↳SFW

§ Ok I think we all believe that this guy is the best partner ever. I literally can never- NEVER see him as a yandere character and I always find yandere shit written for him ooc.

§ Chuuya can never be considered as a red flag. He is hella understanding, respects your boundaries af, will does his best to cheer you up if he catches the slightest sign of discomfort coming from you and last but definitely not least, his loyalty has no ends.

§ This guy has suffered a lot. You only need to read the novel "Storm Bringer" to get me. Like you have no idea what amount of patience he actually has. Sure, everyone considers him as short tempered and they aren't wrong, but the case is not the same all the time.

§ TBH this dude is a literal angel (of death). Have you guys watched the CD dramas? How he cares about Akutagawa and talks to him about Dazai, telling him to take care of his health properly so that he'll be able to work on gaining his tutor's acknowledgment. Or how he asked Kenji about Kyouka about whether she was alright in the agency. Chuuya hates betrayal, but still, that didn't stop him from caring about his underling, even though she was mafia's enemy now.

§ Have you... Have you seen that fucking body of his? 🚶🏻‍♀️IDK what to tell ya all this dude is flawless. His waist, those fucking abs of his, his hand, HIS COLARBONES HELP-

§ Caring and understanding af. Yeah he might not be like Dazai, reading people's mind in a glance, but he's no dumb either. At least he gives a fuck about how other people feel =| (Yeah fuck you Dazai lmao)

§ (I'm still a Dazai simp don't get me wrong but I'm just stating some real ass facts)

§ He's no yandere or sadist. He will cherish his S/o af, and I mean this. He will shower them in compliments, gifts, affection, anything he's able to do for you.

§ MATURE AF. He will never be in a relationship unless he knows he can make time for his S/o. If he's too caught up in mafia shit then he will try to ignore his feelings and might try to keep his distance from you, regardless of how painful it might be.

§ Reference to the wan ep where he was crying over a dog movie. He loves them so much but because he's always away from home he doesn't plan on getting one.

§ The most husband/boyfriend material of all the bsd boys. Like, you don't have to worry about him manipulating you, using you to get his way, or leaving you after he got tired. He's there for you all the time, unless you don't want him to be.

§ Have you seen the amount of responsibility this guy has? Just give him one task, and he will do his best to make everything perfect. Even when the task is cooking. He will do his best or might make his underlings to be in charge of the food but still-

§ Will never harm you. In anyway. He might snap out sometimes and say some mean stuff, but he'll be feeling like shit afterwards so prepare for a hell of an apology with whatever it takes for you to forgive him. I'm not saying it's a good thing, but at least he's actually sorry =|

§ Tbh I can't see him having a breeding kink cuz as I said, he doesn't see himself in place to be ready to get a pet, let alone become a father. But if that happened? He'll be there for you and the baby.

§ BEST DAD IN THE WORLD. Thought you gotta look out for the baby cuz they might be spoiled a bit too much.

§ Loves you with his life. All he thinks about throughout the day is when he'll get home and make himself comfortable in your arms. Likes to be in charge, but there are some times when he's softer than usual and if you bring it up, he won't deny you. After the first time, he will be the little spoon half of the time, cuz he needs it and you both gotta receive love equally, right?

§ CUDDLES. CUDDLES. CUDDLES.

§ Cuddles with this man is life. I mean please he smells so good T^T if I ever get my hands on him Imma stick to him like his personal Koala bear for the rest of my fucking life.

§ His hair omg his hair omg please😭😭😭 Caress it. Brush it. Inhale its scent. Wash it when you're in the bathtub with him. Tbh he will be jealous of how you're obsessed with his hair lmao, but who's he to complain? As long as he's receiving attention and care from you :>

NSFW Content under the cut fuck off minors. (I don't give a shit if you read it I was no better myself when I was younger just don't interact lmao)

↳NSFW

§ Where do you think this man's height went, huh? That's right! His penis! 🚶🏻‍♀️

§ MF is so big lmao. Your reaction when you see it for the first time is soooo satisfying to him. He'll smirk at how you're looking at it being shocked, scared and excited.

§ "What is it doll? Like what you see huh?" "Can I suck you off Chu?"

§ SUCK HIM OFF

§ PRETTIEST MANLIEST GROANS EVER.

§ The only thing slipping out of his mouth is low pitched moans and endless praises. I mean how can he not praise you? You look so pretty down there, bobbing your head up and down on his length while staring at him with your pretty eyes.

§ "Look at you doll- Fuck, How could I ever be this lucky to have a filthy angel like you by my side? S-shit! Calm down a bit princess! We have all night and I'm not going anywhere"

§ He loves brat taming. Having control over you while you're shivering from his slightest touch? He's in for it.

§ Likes degrading, but will never cross your boundaries. As I said, you're his princess and you gotta be treated like one, hm? It's not your fault that you're head over heels for his fat ass cock, we all are and nobody can blame you 🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

§ Can we talk about his stamina please? ENDLESS. ENDLESS.

§ MF is strong af. Won't give up unless you reach at least three orgasms. Whether you want more after that or not, it's all up to you; but those three first orgasms are a must for this man.

§ King of aftercare. literally. Will do whatever, WHATEVER you ask him to. You're in the mood for food? will go out and buy you some. Care for a shower? You're in for it babe. Wanna chill in the bathtub with him? Oof! You might even have another round there. You just wanna get some sleep afterward? Help yourself! Rest your head on his arm and leans against his chest to hear his heartbeat getting faster and faster.

§ I think he would be into bondage. Your moans are the prettiest melody he's ever heard of, why not hear them a bit longer while enjoying the sight of you squirming under him?

§ But you're not gonna get yourself off completely tho. The only one who can make you come is him and only him. No man or toy has the right to do that except him.

§ IDT he would be into Heavy BDSM. Light spanking, blindfolding and tying you up is satisfying, but the rest is a no no. Doesn't like to see you in pain. If you're a masochist he might give you what you want, but the idea of hitting you isn't really arousing to him.

§ He will not get his way unless he hears you screaming his name. You have to moan ok? If you don't he's gonna feel like you're not enjoying this. He needs to hear you whimpering over how his cock is hitting your G-spot, how his fingers are running a marathon in your pussy or how his tongue is made for your swollen clit. If he catches you holding back your moans? Well, challenge accepted man. Will arouse you and arouse you until you're a crying mess. Crying of pleasure btw.

§ Speaking of his tongue on your clit...

§ FACE SITTING.

§ You have to come on his tongue at least once. I mean you look so pretty with your face all flushed up, desperately moving yourself on his tongue to get yourself off like a fucking whore, and your taste is more addicting than any kind of alcohol he's ever drank; you gotta give him at least one orgasm like this, right?

§ Say his name when reaching your orgasm and he will go feral.

§ His grp on your waist gets tighter and his pace faster than before, earning loud screams from you when thrusting into you through your orgasm. Likes to shut you up by kissing you, cuz your moans sound even hotter like that, silenced by his hungry lips.

§ Kissing is a must during the act. You're lips are never leaving each other unless you're in a position where your mouths are unable to make contact.

§ The man appreciates every inch of you, regardless of how your body shape is. Doesn't give a shit about looks tbh, as long as he loves you and you love him back, he's in for it :)

So yeah, let's worship the fuck outta this man together🚶🏻‍♀️

"What are you waiting for?"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Fyodor X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Format: Drabble

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.5K

A/n: Some soft Fedya content cuz I love him so damn much-

You tightened your grip on the blanket, tugging it up to your eyes as you hid your face behind it. You felt really guilty, imperceptibly ogling the man laying next to you with so much desire in your eyes. His long slender fingers were placed on the obsolescent pages of the book, gently turning the pages over to read the rest of the classical Mystery. He was right here, you could feel his body if you reached your hand out for him, but; could you?

Your mind starting wandering around the thought of him gently caressing your reddened cheeks instead of that bloody book, and maybe your hands could find their way to his silky hair that was free from his Ushanka, covering his ears. They looked so pretty, so soft, so shiny... Maybe, just maybe you could feel them between your fingers and get used to the pleasant fragrance of it.

He looked so cold despite being under the blanket with you; would he really mind the warmness of your tremulous body against his as you pressed yourself harder to his chest to express your yearnings for him?

Even the thought of his trifling touch made you shiver in excitement, which was enough to steal his attention to yourself. It was not like he hadn't felt your eager stare on him; he was just wondering how long were you able to last like that, but that was before he was met with your glassy eyes.

You were looking at him like a cute little puppy, desperately waiting for it's owner to feed it's desideratum of attention, or perhaps something more if he was feeling generous enough. Your pure angelic look made his heart ache for a slight moment; or else he would've held himself back from placing the book on the bedside table and opening his arms for you with a silent stare.

That was enough. Enough for you to through yourself in his arms like a starved person, wrapping your arms around him so tightly as if he was about to run away. His eyes got widened for a moment, but were slowly back to normal as a soft smile found its way to his gorgeous face. His arms wrapped around you as well, his grip getting tighter than yours to remind you who's in charge. Not that you needed a reminder anyway.

"Good girl Myshka, you've been such a good girl recently, haven't you?"

You couldn't really answer him since you were too busy devouring the intimate feeling of his touch, his hair, his skin, him; so you sufficed with slowly nodding and dipping your head in the crook of his neck even more.

He chuckled at your neediness, and started delicately running his fingers through your hair as he placed a small kiss on your temple, smiling at your gasp of his sudden display of affection.

Well, at least you didn't have any more wishes, for the time being.

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Thinking about Nikolai's body...

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Nikolai X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Thirst...?

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Suggestive content, NSFW mentions

Word Count: 0.9K

A/n: That smut I wrote got me thinking about this lmao. This man has such a fine body-

§The smirk on Nikolai's face is extensive when he catches you checking him out while you're both at the DoA meeting. It doesn't even count as checking out anymore. At this point, it's more like staring at him, having wild fantasies as your mouth waters at the sight of his fit body.

§ He knows you're always there, your eyes desperately following him around as he wanders in front of you on purpose. He loves how you easily get distracted by him, how you're eyes always find their way back to his clothed chest or even better, his thighs. He knows you're thinking about him as you're touching yourself at night, imagining the finger thrusting inside your wet cunt is his; but he also knows that its not enough, since your fingers could never be as long and slender as his.

§ It wouldn't take him long to drop a message, asking you to help him out with something in his room. It's 3 in the morning, it's not really appropriate to disturb people in the middle of the night; but Nikolai is tired. Tired of lying around for you, waiting to receive a hint. Besides, he knew you were awake, thinking about him while turning and tossing in your bed, with your panties probably wet from your filthy thoughts.

§ Nikolai has a lack of patience, so he's both delighted and smug when he hears a small knock on his door. He takes a look at his phone, realizing it hasn't even been five minutes since he hit the send button, and here you were, running to him as you got the slightest call. He opens the door and smiles as you accept his invitation by stepping in his room. He doesn't need to turn on the lights to know that your cheeks are burning red.

§ An enthusiastic offer leaves his mouth when you ask him what he needed to talk about. Your body freezes with shock and surprise, from how he knew about your not so little obsession with him, and how he looked pleased by it, rather than being slightly annoyed

"Let's make a deal Dove! Be mine and I'll fulfil every wish you have in that little head of yours!"

Well, how could you say no? When all you were doing these days was daydreaming about being his?

§ Nikolai smirks when you reach to touch his abs. He can see the way your eyes twitch with excitement when your fingers land on the warm skin, feeling every curve and arc under your fingertips. It tickles him how your hand is shaking as you press them against his chest, face brightened by how it doesn't sink into the skin. It feels hard, it feels safe, almost like home.

"P-protect me" "Say less, My Dove"

§ Having somebody clinging onto him in bed isn't really rare to him. He's experienced enough to know what women like, but it's different with you. You're not any random woman, you're his property. What interests him is how much you want to be his. It's like you don't want the freedom he's fighting for; the only thing you want is for him to imprison you in his embrace, and never let go.

§ You're so cute, suddenly wrapping your arms around him from behind when he's not paying attention. He pretends to be surprised, but you were never good at sneaking up to people; your little footsteps always gave you away

§ The only aftercare you ever ask him for is cuddling. It just feels so intimate when your bare chests are on each other, his hand slowly running through your hair when you try to sink into his embrace as much as possible. His body is so warm, he's unbelievably strong and well built; he has to expect a few pecks on his chest while you're leaning onto him.

§ He's just as crazy about your body as you are about his. It doesn't matter how it is or if theres bruises or stretch marks; the only thing he cares about is that it belongs to him. He loves it when you shiver at his warm hands roaming around your body, and how you lean a little closer to give him more access.

§ Your favorite place to sit, nap or basically live is his lap. He finds in endearing how you curl up against him as you plunge into his warmth, telling him his thighs are the best seat in the world. You adorable little pervert! How can you be so cute while asking him to get yourself off using his muscular thigh or his abs? You dirty little thing! Well, as long as you agree to be his personal doll...

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart. Strip out of your clothes then, Wanna see that pretty cunt of yours. I bet you're all wet for me already. Awwww! Look at you acting all cute and innocent! What's that blush doing on your face? You can't be shy while thinking about such lewd things at the same time, Dove. Do you want me or not? C'mon then, ride my thigh and let out some pretty noises for me. Don't you dare hold back your voice, or you won't be getting anything out of this body for a month"

Let's tease the BSD boys!

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Fyodor, Nikolai, Ranpo, Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Genre: Crack, Humor, Fluff

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Maybe a bit ooc? That's it ig

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: Some of them deserve it and some of them don't but what can we do <3

↳Osamu Dazai

"Osamu! I got you a present!"

Your Boyfriend looked up at you from his book, face brightening up as he saw the big red box in your hands. You were clearly struggling to hold it up, so he assumed there was something big and heavy inside. Not that he cared about that though; he was always delighted by the gesture, then the present itself.

"Awww baby! You didn't have t- What the hell?!!"

You let out an innocent chuckle, raising the small puppy you took out of the box as you took a step closer to Dazai who was staring at the poor animal with pure disgust and panic in his widened eyes.

"Oh c'mon 'Samu! Look at him! Isn't he the cutest? Look at how fluffy he is! Wanna give this little guy a hug?" "No! I want you to get this- this evil beast out of here!"

"Beast? Oh c'mon don't be like that big guy! You've always wanted a dog haven't you? Isn't that why you always refer to Chuuya as your dog?" "No? I call him that because I hate dogs and I hate him!"

The sight of Dazai actually being terrified was something so rare and oh, so satisfying. You wish you were recording this and you knew that Kunikida would thank you later on for it.

The dog took his tongue out, causing the bandaged man to let out a snort out of nausea, taking steps rearward to be as distant as he could be with his eternal enemy. What he didn't expect was feeling the wall behind him as his back stuck to it, letting him know he had nowhere else to run to.

"Osamu? Don't you wanna hug him? I went all the way to the pet store to get him for you! You're breaking my heart acting like this! If you don't hug him yourself, then I guess I'll have no choice but to throw him on you" You shrugged your shoulders, trying to hide the smug look on your face; but it was hard because of your huge evil smile.

"Y/n?" "Yes?" "If you do that I'll scream"

Well, who wouldn't want to hear the great Osamu Dazai screaming?

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

"Dos-kun Dos-kun! Look at what I found at the store!" Nikolai smiled as he placed the small toy mouse on the floor, pointing at it with both of his hands.

"Ta da! See? It's you! Even his skin has the same color as your hair!"

"Is that so?" Fyodor stared at the toy with a blank expression, then looked back to his co-worker with his eyebrows raised. "And how much did this thing cost you?"

"Doesn't matter! Was worse every penny! Look! It can move around too!"

Nikolai bent to wind the toy up, clapping his hands together with joy as it started roving around on the floor, making annoying noises.

"Look! Dos-kun is running away! Dos-kun is speeding up! Awww Dos-kun is moving toward Y/n-"

Bam!

A big hammer landed on the toy mouse, causing it to break apart, pieces scattering on the floor in front of your feet. Both men gasped at your sudden arrival, taken aback by what you just did.

"Wha-" "Oh I'm sorry! Was it yours Nikolai?" You smiled with fake shame as you placed a hand on your mouth. "Oops! Sorry! It's just that... I hate rats! I loath them so much! I can't stand any form of them, not even the artificial ones! I-"

Wizzzzz!

Bam! Bam!

You chuckled while pressing the hammer in your hand, making a gesture to look like a pro. "That should be enough to devastate it. Anyway~ Sorry for that Nikolai. I'll pay you its price though! Just send me the number!"

The men watched you walking away with widened eyes, and one of them put his hand on the other one's shoulder. "Dos-kun?" "...Yes?" "You should sleep with your eyes open at night"

↳Nikolai Gogol

"Kolya~? Where are you~?"

Nikolai's heart was filled with happiness when he heard your voice coming from behind. He turned around and opened his arms to greet you by giving you a tight hug, but immediately withdrew because it was dangerous, due to the scissor you were holding in your hand.

"Dove...? What is that thing doing in your hand?"

"Oh, this?" The innocent smile on your face was hard not to fall for, but somehow it made him feel terror instead of adoration. "I'm going to cut your hair for you! I just saw a video on youtube about haircuts, and one of them looked very nice in the end. I wish I could do it on my own hair, but I cant do it properly even with a mirror, and you have the nicest hair, So here I am!" You winked at him while moving the scissor in the air. "C'mon Kolya! Let's go to the bath room! Promise I'll be gentle~ Promise I'll make you look good in the end~ So, let me cut that pretty hair of yours!"

"Like... How long?" His expression had changed from cheerful to reserved, with hints of fear in his eyes; and this made you feel like you were on cloud nine, since you were the one who always got teased by him. "I'll cut it short baby, very short! Like any other guy's hair style these days! And I wanna keep your beautiful braid too! Maybe we can even sell it! I heard they pay well for fluffy long hair and make wigs out of them!"

"Is that so?" "Yes. That is it"

Nikolai smiled, took one last look at your hand holding the scissor, and then ran for his life.

"Hey- Nikolai where are you going! Come back! I wanna cut your hair!" "Get away from me you crazy woman! I won't ever let you touch my precious hair again!"

Of course he was, since he couldn't get a day without you running your fingers through his hair, but you didn't need to know that for now.

↳Ranpo Adogawa

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend enjoying himself, tasting the tray full of macaroons you made for him. It made your heart drop at how he closed his eyes every time he took a bite from the pastry, licking his lips afterwards as he stuffed his hand with another one. You hadn't even tasted them, brought them to him to brighten his mood which was ruined due to not having any interesting cases to solve today. You knew he had a sweet tooth, and you knew just the perfect way to cheer him up.

"Do you like them?" You placed a hand under your chin and watched him picking another one, leaving just one last heart shaped macaroon on the tray.

"Mhm! They taste really good! Almost as good as the one I bought from the bakery last week!" "I'm glad you like them then"

He smiled endearingly back at you, which made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You were overwhelmed with how cute he looked at the moment, and how proud he was at his talented girlfriend. Maybe it was the reason why you became stupid enough to think you can have the last macaroon, as you reached to grab it.

Smash!

Suddenly both of you froze, him looking at his hand, and you looking at your hand which was decorated with his fingerprints, with your eyes widened.

He... just slapped your hand away?

After all you've done for him? Really? So he can't even give up on one stupid macaroon either?

Ungrateful little shit.

Looking around while sulking, you're eyes was suddenly met with the perfect person, and the perfect idea popped into your head.

"Fukuzawa-san! Please come here for a bit!"

Ranpo immediately saw through your evil plan and tried to snatch the macaroon from the tray, but it was too late; Fukuzawa was walking toward you, with his eyes fixated on the pastry.

Ranpo felt like he wanted to die.

"I made these macaroons and Ranpo enjoyed them so much! He was so impressed with my cooking skills that he suggested I should bring some to you! As you can see, he couldn't hold himself back from eating them, so there's just one left. But he really wants you to enjoy it as well because you were having a really busy schedule these days!"

Fukuzawa observed the macaroon before looking at the detective. "Is that true Ranpo?"

Well, how could he say no? When he looked so delighted by the lie fact that he cared about him?

"Yes... I... Yes..."

"Well then, I won't turn your offer down."

When he put the macaroon in his mouth, you could clearly see Ranpo's hands shaking. You watched the president going to his office after thanking you, and chuckled evilly.

"Yeah, that's what you get for treasuring sweets more than m- Oh my god Ranpo are you actually crying?"

Well he was going to, until you make him dozens of macaroons to make up for your evil doings.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

You stood in front of your boyfriend as you proudly presented the little wine bottles filled with roses. He knew that he was supposed to praise you, call you a genius with so much passion about art and shit, but he just couldn't. All he could care about was how the bottles were not carrying wine instead of those stupid flowers.

"Babe...?" "Yes honey?" "They look... really nice... but-" "I know right? We can put them in the balcony! I'm sure it would look amazing!" "Right... but... What happened to the wine?"

"What?" You looked at him pretending to be dumbfounded, feeling a teeny tiny bit guilty from how you were messing with him. The wine was all in a barrel hidden in the closet, and you could cheer him up by showing it to him afterwards; so why not have a little fun now?

"The wine, babe" He was trying hard, Really hard to keep his cool; and it was hard, Really hard. "The bottles were filled with wine before I head off to work. They- They were really old- they were expensive- They were- I- Where is the wine Y/n?"

"Oh the wine you mean? Well I had to empty the bottles to be able to use them, so..." "You threw them away?" He cut you off as he prayed to god the answer won't be yes, but...

"Yes baby. I threw them away to fill them with red roses. Intelligent, right?"

Yes. You were very intelligent, since you found the perfect way to give the strongest ability user a heart attack.

"I- You- What the- Why- I need a dri- No, I need a smoke" He gripped his cheek as he tried not to snap out, going to the bloody balcony as he left you with the satisfaction of being able to successfully prank him.

Reblogs are wildly appreciated! :)))

"When I wake up, you'll still be here, right?"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Sigma X Fem!Reader

Request: "Hi<333 may I request prompt 18 from the event with Sigma? (preferably sub Sigma and Dom gn or fem reader<3) " ◜By lovely anon!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Fic

Warnings: Manga spoiler alert (It's a bit different from the real story line but the whole thing is kinda adopted from the manga), Explicit smut, Sub!Sigma, Dom!Reader, Usage of pet names (Pretty boy, Sweetheart, etc), Praising, Face sitting, Thigh fucking, Dirty talk, Cunnilingus, MDNI

Word Count: 2.1K

A/n: Can't believe I finished this in one sitting-

If it weren't for your greedy tongue exploring his mouth, Sigma couldn't have believed you were here.

536 Days. He hadn't heard anything from you for 536 days. Ever since he opened his eyes for the first time, you were with him. It was just a mission at first, you keeping an eye on the DoA's new toy so that everything would go as planned; but slowly, you found yourself feeling something for the poor man who was going through a lot, despite his young age. It was a blessing that he was born mature, you thought to yourself. Because you could never let a child be used as a small tool. But the real reason was... You were glad he was an adult so that your feelings for him weren't inappropriate, to say at least.

You didn't even want to think about your bosses reaction if he found out that you also took a liking toward the white haired man.

Sigma was no different. He fell for you even harder. Out of all people who had used him and then threw him away like he was nothing but a useless piece of trash, you were still there, keeping him company in every second he spent. Sigma liked to think that he wasn't just a task to you, that the reason why you were so caring and cautious toward him was that you felt the same way, and he was right; he found that about it the day you slammed your lips onto his, capturing them in a hungry kiss.

In that moment, Sigma was feeling alive, for the first time.

Everything happened so fast. You finding your way to the bedroom, kissing him with reassurance that this is not just a casual hook up, introducing him to the world of lust. And boy he was enjoying it.

But after three month, you left. You suddenly disappeared from his life, leaving no traces behind. He felt miserable, just like the times when other people took advantage of him. He knew that you had a reason, that you would never do this to him if you didn't have to; but it was hard to have faith in that belief, when he was surrounded with manipulative people.

Though now that you were back, he didn't have any doubt in your love anymore.

It was an exhausting day for him at the casino. Having so many guests and a lot of them were famous politicians seeking for a night of fun; incredibly tiring for him. As the amazing manager he was, he stuck around to make sure that great service was offered to the men; and that wasn't an easy job to be done when the guests were so picky.

He recognized your scent the second he stepped into his room. That expensive cologne he bought for you on your first monthly anniversary... Could it be? Were you really back?

Two hand appearing from behind, wrapping around his stomach seemed like it was true.

Sigma could ask you a lot of things, why did you leave him, what happened to you, how have you been, but there were more important things to be taken care off; like how he was yearning for your touch after his separation from you for so many days.

And of course you played along.

Your hands started exploring through his fluffy silver hair. Sigma felt your lips forming into a soft smile as you smelled his coconut scented shampoo, the one that he used to apply on his hair every morning on 6:30 am.

He hadn't changed at all. Not even one bit.

It was new, the way your tongue was pushing itself past his lips to crash with his. He groaned into the kiss when your thump started lightly rubbing on his cheek. He could worry about how you got this experienced in French kissing afterwards, but now he wanted to take his time to recreate every memory you had in this very same room.

If only he could live without air.

The kiss was broken by his ceaseless panting, but his hands didn't leave your body. They just switched places to your soft cheeks, and his eyes got locked with yours, sharp gazes burning each others body to the tip of your toes. He could see the way your eyes sparkled behind the dark clouds of lust, and it was incredible how he didn't need any lights to witness it.

"You really are back"

His voice was soft, with hidden hints of resentment in it. Of course he was mad at you. How could you leave him without saying anything and come back here like nothing happened? How dare you have such pretty eyes that makes him forget all the nights he gripped the pillow, pretending like you were in his arms?

You beamed as you leaned your forehead on his, staring into his gorgeous grey eyes.

"I am"

His fingers lightly caressed your cheeks.

"I missed you... So much. It's good that you're here, again"

The urge to have his head on your lap and tell him about everything you went through when you were apart was really strong; but it was hard to focus on that when his erection was poking your abdomen from under the clothes.

"I know baby. I can definitely tell how much you missed me"

That wasn't really kind of you to fluster him like this when you just had a reunion, but you couldn't really help it. It's hard to get rid of old habits, honestly.

"I- A- Stop teasing me y/n" He nervously nagged as he tried to cover up his embarrassment, but you both knew it was useless; since it was you. He couldn't hide anything from you, and sadly, you weren't the same.

"So... you miss me that much?"

Sigma recognized that smirk in a glance, and instead of rejecting you, telling you to go back to wherever the hell you've been for the past one and half years, his eyes twitched with excitement when he felt you hands finding their way to his crotch.

"Show me then. Show me how much you missed me"

"Fuck!"

A low pitched moan escaped your mouth when his tongue made contact with your clit again. His face was red from how your thighs were suffocating him; but he would never protest against it. Hell he would even kill for that addictive taste of yours.

"You look so pretty down there. Pretty boy. My pretty boy"

Now was not the time to blush, so he dug his tongue down your whole harder as he swallowed your sticky arousal.

"Just, look at you sweetheart; It's like youre tongue was- Ah- made for my pussy. Youre also having fun doing this, aren't you? I mean, there can't be any other reason for how you still keep going despite having a hard time breathing down there"

Sigma didn't really want to answer you, because what could he say? That he had jerked himself off at nights while imagining this? That he can never get enough of your sweet, tempting touch? He had rather not say anything. He just gripped your ass, pushing you forward to rub his tongue on your folds a bit deeper, which leaded to you moaning louder than before.

"Ride my face"

His firm tune surprised you a little, but it was a matter of time before your expression changed from shocked into a smug one.

"Oh? My baby is feeling greedier today?"

The lustful look in his eyes was enough affirmation for you.

"Ok then. Challenge accepted sweetie"

Placing your hands on the mattress, you started moving your hips back and forth to feel his hot muscle on your pussy even more. You had never done this before, and you regretted that so hard as the amazing feeling was sending you over the moon. The way his tongue was rubbing against your clit, poking at your sensitive spot every time you moved forward on his face; it was driving you nuts. Sigma felt proud when he sensed your body shivering on his face. He wrapped his palm around his girth and started stroking himself furiously as the view of you using him to get yourself off was too arousing to resist.

You felt your heart beating faster and with the way your thighs were shaking you knew that you weren't far from your release, so you suddenly stopped moving, making Sigma look up at you with curiousity in his eyes.

What he didn't expect to see was your heartwarming smile and your loving gaze pointed at him.

"I'm sorry... For leaving without saying anything. And I did miss you, more than you can imagine"

A small but passionate kiss was placed on his lips, then he felt you lying on top of him, closing your thighs around his cock.

You can't be thinking of...

"Let me make it up to you too, ok?"

A few strands of hair was tucked behind his ear, but he still couldn't break eye contact with you. Not with your penetrating eyes.

"Fuck my thighs baby. I owe you this"

Sigma had never been a fan of changes, but this one seemed to appeal to him; since he started thrusting in between your thighs, enjoying how the soft flesh of you thighs were rubbing against his member. He was frustrated enough from eating you out earlier, he didn't need to be told twice to release his frustration on your poor thighs.

But he wasn't the only one who was frustrated. His length was constantly brushing against your core, making your mind go numb. It wasn't like he was doing this on purpose, it was your own stupid idea of letting him have his way with you for tonight, so now you had to put up with it.

Didn't mean you couldn't press your thighs on his dick harder to feel him against your pussy even more.

Pants and moans were the only sound filling the room, and it was getting louder second by second. Even you had abandoned acting tough and gave up on holding your voice down, since you wanted to let him know that he was doing good, and you liked how your whimpers and his groans went so well together.

Finally, his cock twitched and loads of cum spread over the back of your thighs. You chuckled at the ticklish feeling of his hot arousal covering your skin, and captured his lips into a wet, open mouth kiss. He lifted you up a bit to have enough access to your clit, rubbing it harshly; and it didn't take you long to let out a loud moan and wrap your arms around his neck as your body shivered, your cum staining your inner thigh.

"Mhm... that was..."

"Amazing"

Your hands started roaming on his stomach as you leaned your head on his chest. The way his heart was racing made you smile brightly. This was all for you, and only you.

"Y/n?" "Yes honey?"

He sounded a bit insecure, speaking with a shaky voice like that. It made you raise your head a bit, only to meet a nervous gaze dancing in his eyes.

"When I wake up, you'll still be here; right? You won't suddenly disappear like the last time, will you?"

The reason why you did that... He had the right to know everything. It was an important mission and the higher ups had threatened you to do it clean and successfully, or else your loved ones would be harmed. You couldn't bare the thought of losing Sigma, so you had to do it. You had to get away from him to keep him safe. And of course you would tell him all that, but in the morning, when you're both feeling better and ready for a serious talk.

"I promise you one thing baby. I will never, ever leave you again. If I'm going anywhere, then I'm taking you with me. You have my word on that one"

A small sigh breaking out of his mouth was a good sign, and it made your heart drop at how he was relieved only by hearing your honest words.

"Promise?"

"On my life. We will never separate again, my love. Only death can fall us apart, even though I will fight against that too, till theres no blood left in my veins"

Reblogs are appreciated!

With a chubby reader

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Nikolai, Akutagawa, Atsushi X Fem!Reader

Request: "Hello! Do you think that when your requests are open you can do headcanons for Nikolai, Atsushi, and Akutagawa with a girlfriend who is a bit on the chubb side? This would really make my day because I am on the chubb side, and I don't like my body. Feel free to ignore this request if you don't feel comfortable with it! Have a great rest of your week, my dear friend!" ◜By lovely anon!◞

Genre: Fluff

Format: Headcanons + Scenario

Warnings: A bit suggestive on Nikolai's part

Word Count: 1.5K

A/n: Hey pretty! Sorry for getting to your request late. I was caught up with school work and my smutember event. Anyway I hope you like this, and don't forget to love yourself :)

↳Nikolai

§ ok

§ Nikolai... is a distraction.

§ He will bring soooooooo much chaos in your life that you would even forget about your insecurities.

§ And he already knows about everything going through that little mind of yours, cuz unfortunately, our clown is a smarty pants.

§ IDT that he will say anything though... Unless you bring the topic up. He will try to assure you that you are perfect the way you are through romantic gestures; cuz this way, you'll know that in his chaotic crowded mind, you're definitely there somewhere; and also to show you that your appearance doesn't matter to him at all.

§ MF will play drums with your belly😭😭 Like, you're lying on the bed scrolling through your phone, then he will pop out of nowhere and starts hitting on your stomach with his hands (lightly, he won't hurt you lol)

§ The chances are high that he might even blow on your stomach, making you scream and laugh. So yeah... TICKLING.

§ The dumbass will bite you at anytime, and in front of everyone. Is he trying to show others that you're his? Who knows tbh. But he will never stop, no matter how many times you whine and ask him too. Well, I mean why else would your cheeks be so squishy if he can't chomp them down???!!!

§ Man will by you so many dresses, and most of them are revealing. He knows how you feel about your body being visible, so he encourages you to wear them more often.

§ You won't be insecure for long when you're with this man.

"I'm not sure about this Kolya…" You murmured under your breath, looking at your reflection in the mirror. "This is... Not really suitable for me"

The tight black dress was showing off your cleavage, and was sticking to your body, flaunting all the curves of your body. You weren't used to wearing these kind of things. They weren't made for you. Not for someone with your physic. They belonged to a supermodel with a slim body and a killer waist.

"You think so? Because I don't" Your boyfriend smiled as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder while looking at you in the mirror. "I think that you look... Breathtaking"

Praises with Nikolai weren't really rare, but they were definitely genuine. You could feel that with your heart.

"It's just that... I don't know babe... Maybe I should wear something looser than this... I think that it doesn't fit me much"

"And I think you should go visit your eye doctor"

"Kolya! I'm being serious!"

"So am I!"

His hands tightened around you, pressing you to himself as he planted a kiss on your neck, making you giggle.

"I mean, how can you look at this beauty in front of you and say that you need to change? The only way you could do that is when something is wrong with your eyes"

You leaned your head on his, smiling softly while caressing his hands with your fingers. "You really think so?"

"Yeah! Plus... it's a bonus that I can admire your charm and get to look at these babies" "Stop touching my breast all the time Kolya!" "No can do! You're all mine~"

↳Akutagawa

§ This guy is also smart, but sadly, he doesn't receive a lot of credit for that.

§ If you've read chapter 144 of Bsd wan! manga, you knew that he's struggling with the same insecurities. Only he's thin and wants to be like one of those muscle dudes in the wrestling matches.

§ I also don't think he will make much remarks about your insecurity. I mean he will, but it's very, veeeeery rare. Gestures are not really regular with him either, but he's words are enough to make you believe that he thinks you're flawless.

§ I mean, you were able to take him out of his shell and make the man fall for you, and that is not something all people can do🚶🏻‍♀️

§ He's an honest guy and he doesn't waste his actions, so whenever he tries to comfort you, your heart flutters by his genuine words.

§ I'm sorry but I don't think he will tolerate other people commenting on his s/o, specially rude comments. And people do include your family🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

§ He will be touchy when you pretend to be sleep are sleep. He will caress your cheeks, your arms, your belly, everywhere.

§ He's the type of dumbass who's insecure about something, but get's shocked when he founds out that other people are insecure for the same reason. Hes gonna be like how can you even think that way? You're perfect! While looking at his thin figure, getting upset with how weak he is.

§ I think that he will draw your picture :) I mean, we all know that he's an artist and you're his favorite peace of artwork-

§ He won't show it though, so when one day you accidentally see it in his drawer, you will literally melt.

Your rhythmic breathing was one of his favorite melodies in the world. It had been always like this; him waiting for you to drift to sleep so that he could watch your angelic face, wondering how could he be so lucky to have someone like you by his side.

The touch of his fingertips were too efficient for you to keep up with the act, so when he started softly stroking your cheek, your lips formed into a soft smile, causing him to smile back.

"Idiot girl, wastes her time worrying about such nonsense. How can she not see how perfect she is..."

You were lucky that he still hadn't found out that you were awake, but he would if you start to cry from his words.

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, sighing as he felt so comfortable around you even though he was in his most vulnerable state.

He would try to be better for you, to make you feel loved and treasured even more.

↳Atsushi

§ Tiger boi😭😭

§ Yeah this dude needs more comfort than you do. He's seeking for the approval of a dead man🚶🏻‍♀️

§ Like Akutagawa, out beloved boy will also be surprised when he finds out about your insecurity.

§ But this baby is hella understanding, and is also big on words of affirmation. Will praise the hell out of you while blushing super hard. His attempts to make you feel better despite being shy makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.

§ I mean DID IT HURT WHEN YOU FELL DOWN FROM HEAVEN CUZ YOU CAN'T BE A HUMAN, NO NO NO.

§ He will talk to you about it. Will tell you the most heart warming compliments, how much he loves you, how he finds you so perfect, how its silly of you to even think about such things. You are his most important in the whole world, and you deserve to know that.

§ Is also big on acts of service. He won't buying fancy stuff cuz our boy is poor😭😭 But he will never forget to bring you flowers when he comes to your doorstep to take you on a nice date :>

§ He might think that it's he's fault too though... That the reason you feel this way is that maybe he isn't giving you enough love and care :')

§ Ok but he really finds it hard to believe. You are literally like his goddess and he worships you, and you have that kind of thoughts about yourself? Get out of here! You must be messing with him!

§ He will not give up unless you take over your insecurity. Will treat it like mission to make you understand how precious you are and will not give up unless you reach the understanding that you won't really care about other people's opinions, when you have him :)

Pillow talk has always been a must for you and Atsushi. It didn't necessarily have to include any talking; your gentle touches and loving gazes toward each other was way more than enough.

"How can you be this pretty y/n..." His quiet voice rang in your ear, earning tiny shivers from your body. He deepened his head in the crook of you neck even more when you leaned to his side, and tugged your hair behind your ear.

"It's just unbelievable how beautiful you are. I keep staring at you all day, I always cage you in my embrace at nights, and I still can't believe that you're real" "'Sushi, stop!"

You whined as you pressed yourself against him harder, sighing out of comfort while thinking you should be the one had to say all this to the other.

"I'm... not like that..."

"You are"

"I'm not!"

"Then you should see yourself from my point of view" His gentle hands caressing your hair were a huge distraction, but his words were literally getting recorded in your heart. You weren't surprised when you felt your tears staining your warm skin.

"I love you so much 'Sushi..." "And I love you more than any other thing in the world... And I can never get over how perfect you actually are for me"

Reblogs are appreciated! :D

Are you gonna kiss me or not?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Fem!Dazai X Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Format: Fic

Warnings: Explicit smut, Porn with a plot, Sub!Dazai, Dom!Reader, Rough lesbian sex, Passionate sex, Praising, Scissoring, Dirty talk, 69 position, Squirting, MDNI

Word Count: 3K

A/n: Here's a thank you gift to you guys for helping me reach 1.1K ;)

"So? How do I look?" The slim woman in front of you gyrated with snobbery, smiling sweetly as she gave you a better look of herself. Her long legs were manifested elegantly, feet covered with a pair of black high heels, exhibiting her smooth buttery skin. The short black dress embraced her breasts loosely, leaving the curves of it peeping from the corner. How did she look? Stunning, breath taking, gorgeous, heart breakingly attractive. You could say all that, any of that; but instead, you smothered all the compliments your had on your mind, sufficing with a simple answer hoping your eyes could speak up for you, so that maybe she could see the clouds of admiration or maybe obsession in them.

"Good. You look good"

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, sighing as she approached you with coherent steps. She still had her playful smile on, and it looked as tempting as ever. Her face was gorgeous. She was gorgeous.

"Help me take it off?"

Sure, as long as your fingers can "accidentally" make contact with her skin.

Your fingers trailed against her skin as you pulled the zipper down, revealing her smooth skin. You didn't rush things; in fact, you were taking it so long that you made Dazai smile as she watched you in the mirror. She loved how frustrated you became every time she got close to you, and since she was a huge fan of teasing, she never missed an opportunity to mess with your mind.

Clearing your throat, you took a few steps and tried to fight the urge to kiss the back of her neck. "You're done"

"Aww thanks y/n! You're a life savor! Now I can go to my date tomorrow night with the fabulous dress you lent me!"

"Yeah... You're welcome. It's nothing"

She ginned and ran her fingers through her silky brown hair.

"By the way... Can I ask you for another favor? If it's not too much?"

That look on her face... You knew it was not going to be a pleasant favor; but how could you say no to her? To that flawless face of hers?

"Yeah! Sure!"

"You're not even going to ask what it is? Haha. You like me that much y/n-Chan?"

Instead of answering her, you just looked into her hazel eyes and smiled softly. That was the only thing you could do.

"Ok then! I'm staying the night here!"

Oops.

***

The current position would definitely teach you a lesson.

You pressed your eyelids on each other, caging your breath in your lungs. Dazai was lying beside you on your bed, wearing nothing but a lacy pair of lingerie which she claimed she was gonna wear tomorrow night on her date. Apparently she was too lazy to walk to her apartment, so she wanted to stay the night here, with you, in your room, next to you, semi naked.

If only a thunder could strike you right through your heart at the moment.

"Ahhhh your bed is so comfy y/n!" She yawned while stretching her arms. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I'm just used to sleeping in my underwear, I can't go to sleep if I have more clothes on. I can sleep on the couch if you want me too!" "No it's fine. I'm fine"

Yeah, I'll probably have a heart attack in a few seconds, but other than that I'm totally fine.

"Ok then! Goodnight y/n!" "Good night Dazai"

And finally, silence filled the room.

For the next few minutes, nothing happened. Just you being drowned in your clouded mind and her being... quiet. It was actually weird how quiet she was. You knew she had a hard time going to sleep at nights. Was she so tired that she fell sleep immediately?

A small poke on your back proved you wrong.

"Y/n..." Her voice was husky, whiney, adorable. And her face and those sparkling eyes of hers...

"I can't sleep"

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Hug me"

She sounded sincere, but that didn't keep your eyes from getting wider.

"What?"

"Uh... I'm cold... So cold... Can't sleep like this... Pretty please?"

No. The correct answer to her question was no. You should have thrown her out a while go. No, you shouldn't have agreed to help her out for her upcoming date in the first place; but you made it this far, a few more steps wouldn't hurt any more than that, would they?

At least you can do something for your own sake, for once.

Dazai sank in your embrace once you opened your arms for her. She laid her head on your boobs, sighing peacefully as a calm smile found its way to her face. She didn't bother to break eye contact though, and nor did you. The only change made between you was your hand slowly caressing her cheeks.

Both drowning in each other's gaze, you let out a heavy breath and she leaned toward your hand more, drunken by the delightful sensation of it; and your hand was too kind to refuse her, even though it landed on the wrong spot this time.

You were too immersed in her intoxicating charm that you forgot about everything. How wrong it was for her to be here, how wrong it was for you to be dangerously close to her like this; but your mind was too numb too care now. All you could see was how her eyes shone under the streetlights coming through the window, and how soft and pastel her lips appeared under the touch of your fingertips.

Oh god. I think I'm gonna faint.

Maybe Dazai did sensed this, because the second this thought slipped through your mind, you felt her warm hand landing on your cheek. She started gently rubbing the soft flesh, heating it up more as if her hands were not warm enough to do the job.

Fucking liar. You're not cold.

But... Were you really not satisfied with how things turned out in the end?

A small peck on your thumb pulled you out of your thoughts, making you face her stare pointing at you. Her smile was gone and the look in her eyes was... thirsty. She looked as frustrated as you were, and it did made you feel good.

"Y/n..."

She leaned her forehead on yours, breathing heavily as she pressed her body on you.

"Y/n...?" "Yeah...?" "Why are you hesitating?..."

Why are you hesitating to drown me in infatuation?

"I... What about your date tomorrow?" "There's no date tomorrow, silly"

"What?"

You're voice gets a bit louder, but not enough to express your stun.

"What do you mean there's no date?" "I was just trying to make you jealous, that's all"

You would have pulled her hair if she didn't look that pretty.

"Are you kidding me?" "I'm not! I don't have a boyfriend! That was just an excuse to see you tonight"

Her giggles were music to your ears, but it was still upsetting how she played you all this time. Although you couldn't really be mad, when Dazai actually confessed that she was trying to catch your attention.

"You... You're unbelievable..."

"I'll take that as a compliment" She smirked and caressed your cheek once more. "So... Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

Before falling for her, you had always known that Dazai, was a real fucking menace. She was just a whore, sleeping around with every guy she had a chance with, only to leave them alone in bed the next morning. You were the only person who didn't give in to her, and that was just because of her stupid manipulation. You were sick of her games.

She's a big fat red flag. You should push her away and choke her to death; and maybe you will, if she doesn't behave well.

Dazai expected your first kiss to be quick. She expected you to shy away from her and let her be in charge, so she was surprised when you suddenly rolled and got on top of her, silencing her gasp by slamming your lips on hers.

The kiss was passionate, hungry, and somewhat rough. You were devouring every inch of her lips you could reach, hands roaming around her body, tracing over the lace of her panties. Dazai parted from you to catch her breath, but she had you thirst over her for too long, and you still hadn't got enough of her taste, so you caught her lips again, biting the bottom one and enjoying the sound of her delightful moans.

When you finally pulled away, she panted for breath as she looked into your eyes. She never thought you would be this good at kissing.

"Get on top of me" "...Ok"

She hadn't seen this side of you before, but she couldn't deny how much she liked it.

After both of you getting undressed naked, she slowly got on top of your head, sinking down carefully until she felt your warm breath tickling her crotch; but as you were about to have a taste from her, she started pulling your panties down while bending on your body, planting a kiss on your inner thigh.

So she's playing this game now huh.

Guess I'll have a chance to show off my skills.

She started making out with your cunt, almost making you moan immediately; but you took your time, slowly kissing her clit to her entrance. You could feel her body tense up and lean closer to your mouth, but you still didn't give in, sufficing with kissing her clit, only a bit longer this time. You heard her hissing and dipping her tongue inside of you to earn at least a whimper, but you turned out to be a tough nut to crack.

Still, you couldn't lie about how good she actually was at licking pussy; But she still had a long way to reach you.

Dazai gave up on receiving anything from you and focused on making you feel good, so she was stunned when your tongue suddenly embraced her bud, sucking on the soft flesh hardly.

Blood rushed through her cheeks as she whined loudly, pushing herself more into your mouth, greedy for more. You closed your eyes and started exploring her vagina with your muscle, delighted by the enormous amount of arousal covering her.

"Fuck you taste good, no wonder men can't get enough of you"

Dazai wanted to respond to you, perhaps with a flirty comeback, but she was too busy choking on her breath to do so.

You gripped her hips while sucking on her clit again, removing your tongue from it to slip it inside of her. Your fingers started rubbing on her clit, not too fast to make her come immediately, but enough to earn louder moans from her. She was trying, so hard, to lick you off to; but she just couldn't keep a steady rhythm.

"Fuck y/n! Y-you never told me how goo-ah!"

Something was inside her again, though it was not as warm and flexible as your tongue, it was longer and could reach a sensitive sweet spot. Your tongue was still on her, just a bit higher, sucking on her clit again.

Dazai was feeling dizzy. She could feel blood rushing through his veins and her heart racing, slamming itself to her thorax. She had never felt like this before- never this close, never this intimate, never this weak. She was absorbing all the warmth radiating from your body. She could feel her cervix drawing closer and closer, and it was way too different from all the experiences she'd had so far.

"Y/n..." She mumbled.

"Y/n!" She moaned.

"Y/n fu- a-ah- fuck!" She screamed, holding your legs tightly, releasing her cum on your face. The sloppy sounds of her arousal dispersing out of her entrance drove her crazy. She couldn't hold back anymore. Tears painted her cheeks as she cried out for breath, feeling overwhelmed by her explosive orgasm. Meanwhile you kept your mouth open, chuckling as you let her arousal land on your tongue, proud of yourself with the satisfying outcome.

When she was finally done, she didn't stop shivering. She stayed down there for a few seconds, then got off you, turning around so she could see your face which had turned red from how she was suffocating you with her pussy.

"Are... Are you ok?..."

Dazai looked... vulnerable.

Her eyes were glassy, her face was red-from both embarrassment and her release-, she looked surprised, worried, everything at the same time.

She looked extraordinarily beautiful.

And she was here, with you, on the verge of breaking apart.

She was finally yours.

You pulled her down and kissed her for the one hundredth time that night, emptying your mind with all the nights you both spent on different beds but in each other's dreams, and filling it up with her blood, her cum, her tears, her. Arms wrapped around each other, you rolled on the bed, tongues battling for dominance. Tears didn't stop falling from her eyes, even though she had them closed shot. Her tears were hot, like her body, her passion, her every gesture. You kissed her eyes and she cried. You kissed her cheeks and she whimpered. You kissed her chest, right on her heart and she gripped your hair, pulling you back up again. You kissed her on the lips and she kissed you back just as hungrily as you did, making up for all the times she had you becoming frustrated over the gap between you.

She was so close, you could feel her breaking apart in your arms and her tears never stopped falling, but she didn't want to let go. She has never ever wanted to stay so damn much in her entire life.

Maybe this was the pleasuring end she was hoping to achieve through her attempts of suicide, and there she was, finding it here, with you.

"I need to- to make you come too- please, y/n"

"Shhh…. It's ok honey. It's ok"

Placing one last kiss on her wet eyelashes, you exhaled largely as you adjusted yourself on her, positioning your womanhood on hers.

She wrapped her arms around your neck, kissing you gently this time, almost as gentle as the way you rubbed yourself on her.

"Oh!"

"It feels nice..."

"Don't stop please"

"I will never stop" You kissed her forehead affectionately.

Pushing up into each other, you both moaned softly as your clits made close contact again. She smiled at the sight of the string of your cum attached to each other due to your crotches rubbing on each other.

"Huh! That's so fucking hot..." "I know, right, love?"

"Call me that again" She didn't sound cheerful as she was a few hours ago, she sounded needy, but still adorable enough for you to give in.

"I love you so much, pretty girl. I'm sure you already know that"

"Oh god" She dug her nails in your back. "More, tell me more"

"I love you so fucking much Osamu. So much that I can't sleep at nights because my mind always comes up against a stumbling block; and that block is always you. I love you so much that I applied at your job, only to be able to see you everyday. I love- you- so much- that- fuck-"

Wet, hot pussies slamming on each other, you lost control of your words, tightening your grip on her as you speeded up. She pushes up into you, to feel your clit rub on hers. You let lust overcome you, giving in to the euphoria gifted by her body. You both whined and ground on each other, helping your orgasm clear its way out. She threw her head back and moaned louder than before, shivering as she desperately kept rubbing herself on you.

It. Just. Felt. Too. Good.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna-"

"Me too-"

"Come for me. Come for me pretty girl. Let me- Ah- Hear that pretty voice of yours again"

You felt closer each time you slammed your juicy pussy on hers, and you still couldn't get enough"

"Harder! Harder! Fuck!" She cries out again, body quivering as her orgasm also drew closer.

Close, closer, almost there, and finally.

When she was about to scream again, you crushed her lips with yours, moaning as loud as her, but in her mouth. Your mixed groan sounded so hot, but the hotter thing was your cum decorating each other's pussy. The kiss lasted for almost a minute, before you crashed next to her, gasping for breath.

"You can still lend my dress" You said between your pants.

"I told you idiot, there's no date"

"There's a date" You tilted your head toward her and smiled. "A date with me"

Dazai giggled as she kissed your cheek. "So you're finally asking me out?"

"I am. If I keep dragging my feet others will steal you away from me before I can even realize. Wear that dress for me Love, and maybe we'll end up here at my house, in the middle of the night, again"

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Getting to be your first time

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "Chuuya and Dazai with a fem reader that’s a shy virgin that has never managed to pleasure herself, that’s what’s on my filthy mind rn" ◜By lovely anon!!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Drabble

Warnings: NSFW! content, Pet names (Doll), Vaginal penetration, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), etc

Word Count: 0.7K

A/n: Eye eye captain!

↳Osamu Dazai

The way you try to hide your face as his tongue goes deeper inside you has him losing his fucking mind. Dazai has taken a lot of virginities, he's been lots of people's "first time"; but not once he had ever felt special, not like how he feels now.

He's amused with how sensitive you are, and how you refuse to let go of his hand despite facing the need to squirm around. He's told you to let go and don't hold yourself back multiple times, but you just don't listen;

it's like you're asking him to take the lead and show you how loud he can make you become, without actually saying it.

Dazai is having the time of his life down there. He loves it when no matter how much he eats you out, your pussy still gets wet with even more arousal.

He decides to be gentle with you, to not rush anything and go on slowly. He takes his time, leaning closer to bask you with euphoria as he makes out with your cunt, delighted by the way you moan whenever he pokes your clit with his tongue.

"O-Osamu... I- I think I'm..."

No. He can't hold back anymore. Not when you call out for him this prettily.

Dazai Osamu is one greedy man, and he does not hesitates to show it off. He slowly rubs your entrance with one digit while focusing on the sensitive spot on your clit, and spares no pain to suck on the tender flesh to earn louder whines from you. Maybe you're just as greedy as he is; or else you wouldn't throw your head back and push his head further to your core, making the poor man suffocate between your thighs. But he is not irritated even one bit; Running out of breath while he has you screaming for him in his last moments are a dream he lives to see it becoming true.

He will try to be good for you, and maybe you will let him take his frustration out on your tight little pussy tonight,

and for many more nights to come.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya can't decide if his pleased with the current situation, or annoyed.

Of course he's happy that he finally gets to have you all to himself, hell he will even refer to his current mood as "head over heels"; but it's not gonna work out if you keep hiding your face with your hands.

He gently grasps your hands and pulls them aside, revealing your gorgeous flushed face and an innocent look in your eyes that drives him insane. He just can't understand why you try so hard to keep him from seeing your pretty face and your cute little whimpers.

"Do you trust me, doll?"

Nod.

"Then stop holding back, ok? I wanna see you baby. All of you. You're so gorgeous sweetheart. Fucking breathtaking for me. So don't shy away anymore, alright?"

After seeing your nod of approval, he smirks and kisses your jawline as he starts rocking his hips back and forth again, satisfied when he finally hears your moans clearly. He hisses when he feels your hand approaching your mouth to cover it again, so he suddenly bites your neck.

Your loud whimper definitely fueled his ego, more than he expected.

Needy lips targeting the sensitive spot on your neck, attacking the warm skin with kitty licks and kisses are not exactly helping. You can't hold yourself from giving in anymore; digging your nails in his back while wrapping your legs around him are just making it more obvious.

Chuuya can clearly feel you getting closer to your release as your moans become louder and your grasp around him tightens, and he can't wait to feel your walls squeeze around him as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

He would have told you that this was not going to be the end of the night, but the fun must be saved from ruining, right?

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Getting to be your first time

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Akutagawa X Fem!Reader

Request: "Jesus christ i loved your drabbles of chuuya and dazai with a fem virgin reader, could you maybe write one for akutagawa?" ◜By lovely anon!!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Drabble

Warnings: NSFW! content, nipple play, vaginal penetration

Word Count: 0.5K

A/n: E-eh?? I thought it wasn't good enough- Thanks!! T^T

For the first time in his life, Akutagawa has no idea what to do.

He's always following orders from higher ups, doing the job exactly as he's supposed to. He has done the trickiest missions in the port mafia, but not even once he has felt nervous, the way he feels now.

He avoids eye contact with you as his fingers slowly draw circles on your clit, pressing his naked body against yours unintentionally. This feels intimate; so scary yet so close and somehow he doesn't wanna pull away, not when you feel so warm, soft and kind.

Heavy breathes and low pitched moans scaping your lips are getting into him. He knows you can feel his throbbing member against your womanhood and the urge to get swallowed by the ground is kicking into him, but he can't separate from you now; not when he's this close to name you as his.

The gentle touch of your hand has him coming back to reality, turning his head toward you so he can meet your face.

Your pretty face, swollen lips and reddened cheeks.

He doesn't know what to say when you quietly ask him what's wrong, so he just slams his lips on yours, capturing them in a hungry kiss.

He's needy, you're just as needy as he is, you two really are a match.

Adjusting himself on your entrance, he reluctantly pulls away and looks you in the eye for approval, but all he can see is love, desire, and of course lust.

You whine a bit and pull him back so you can taste his lips again, feeling him smiling softly into the kiss. You don't let him break the kiss, not even when he slowly pushes inside, earning a slow gasp from you but not enough to break apart from him.

"O-oh!"

"Am I hurting you?"

"No..."

"You can tell me if you want to stop"

You don't want to stop.

When you wrap your arms around him, he lets out a heavy breath as he starts thrusting in and out of you, with a gentleness that seems familiar but is actually brand new. You don't hold back anymore. You moan everytime his length reaches a particular spot inside, and he feels honored as your voice gets louder and louder.

Akutagawa can't hold himself back anymore. You sound so nice and he has to hear more of you. He has to see you in your most vulnerable state, to hear you scream when you finally reach your orgasm. That's all on his mind when he tilts his head downward and starts sucking on your right nipple, using all the strength left in his body to speed his thrusts up, and boy he's pleased when you whimper loudly and throw your head back on the pillow.

For once in his life, Akutagawa doesn't want this intimate moment to be over. All he wants to do is doing all he can to pleasure you, and trap you in his arms, forever.

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"Are you enjoying yourself, Belladonna?"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai X Fem!Reader

Request: "Dazai has such pretty and long fingers... not to mention they're quite sneaky and he's good at using them..." ◜By lovely anon!!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Drabble

Warnings: NSFW! content, Mild toxic relationship, Dom!Dazai, Sub!Reader, Fingering, Dacryphilia

Word Count: 0.5K

A/n: Hehe~~

"Are you enjoying yourself, Belladonna?"

Your incapability to form proper words has his lips curled up into a smirk, too massive to be overlooked, and he has no intention of hiding it.

How silly of him! Of course you can't answer. You're too busy moaning and squirming around to be able to respond to him. He's not even sure if you've understood the question or not.

"I've been dreaming about this all day, pretty girl. You can't walk around wearing short skirts with high stockings and expect me to play it cool. I was this close to bending you against my desk and take you right there, with all of our colleagues watching"

He's fingers have been scissoring you open for so long, yet hasn't hold back even one bit. The speed is the same if not more than before, and with the cocky smile he's wearing? He's not going to back down unless he has you releasing all over his digits, more than once.

"Or perhaps that was your true intention, hmm? To have me fuck you dumb in the office while other people were watching? Are you that much of an attention seeker? I'm talking to you, y/n"

He's so mean, such a merciless jerk but he's fingers are painfully long; long enough for you to put up with his shit, desperately attempt to nod while being the mess you are, too weak to trap your sobs and whimpers in your throat; and of course that gets him going.

"Awww, are you crying now, Bella? I'm really sorry, I guess I was being a bit irrational. Of course you would never do that, right? You know how possessive I can get when it comes to my belongings"

You're trying, so hard, to stop crying like a pathetic little girl, but you can't; not when the tip of his fingers caress your sweet spot inside so nicely with each thrust of them. You know you're down bad yet the intoxicated feeling of his stupidly long, slender fingers are too addictive and you can never get enough.

Maybe he was right; you really are one greedy whore desperate for his attention. But he knows that it's for him and him only, and that's enough to fuel his ego and accept you with open arms every time you come crawling to him like a lost puppy.

The only type of puppy he can never bring himself to hate.

"Keep it down a little, sweet girl? It will be embarrassing if we receive a noise complain tomorrow. You don't want Kunikida's angry face to be the first thing you see in the morning, do you? Look at you, baby! you've made a mess all over my hand and you haven't come even once! Even my bandages are stained! But I guess I can't be mad when you're this obedient, hmm? It's kinda my fault too... But don't worry, I'll be responsible this time and treat you like the good girl you are. You like that, don't you? To be my girl. My precious, unbelievably beautiful Belladonna"

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Drunk confession

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Crying, Sobbing, Drunk problems

Word Count: 2K

A/n: Wanted to write one only for Dazai but I couldn't help myself and now here we are :)

↳Osamu Dazai

It's two in the morning and Dazai can't sleep as always, filling these hours of loneliness with reading his manual of suicide over and over, waiting for the rays of the sun to peek through the curtains and set another day of his tedious life. Dazai is at his dorm alone and he scarcely has any guests over; which is why the articulate knocks on the door catches him off guard. He glances at the clock and approaches the door as possibilities cloud his mind. What's going on? Did something happened? Maybe the guild has attacked again? Or that rat Dostoevsky has made a move to play his schemes on Yokohama's ability users? Or...

When he opens the door, he expects Kunikida, Atsushi or perhaps a member of an enemy organization ready to kidnap him or pull the trigger right in front of his face; but behind the door It's just you, cheeks red from what he assumes is the effect of alcohol he can smell from ten miles away.

He stares at you, with a curious turning into calming look on his face before asking you to what does he own the honor of meeting you at this fine hour, but the answer he receives isn't verbal; it's a sudden attack of affection coming from a embrace taking his waist imprison. An embrace that was supposed to be tight but you're too zoned out to keep yourself on your feet let alone hugging the shit out of him.

"Y/n...?"

"Shhhhhhhhh~"

His heart can't stop slamming itself to his chest and he's almost happy that he doesn't have to hide his flustered face because you probably won't remember anything in the morning; but you're still hanging in his arms, face all grumpy and eyes half-lidded while not giving in to the comforting warmth of his embrace lulling you to sleep.

"Yooou bas...tard... ugh!"

It's ok. He has heard that from many people before, but you can't be here only to insult him and leave, right?

"Y/n? What-"

"Shut up! You annoying peace of work!"

He's wrong. That is the reason why you're here for.

...Partly.

"I'm here to... kick your ass! For all the trouble you've put me through!"

"Y/n stop shouting and calm down. What are you talking about?"

"You... You don't even know! You damned bastard! Stupid bandage wasting machine! You never let me get to work! I can't work with you! I'm... I'm quitting my job at the agency!"

Dazai doesn't get confused very often, so he's really impressed when he searches through his memories for any recall of him holding you back from your work, but he fails to find any.

"You still don't get it!?"

You want to punch, smash and kick the life out of him, but all you do is sinking into his chest more as you inhale his scent while whining with a whisper-liked tune.

"It's... I don't know either! It's just... Maybe your face! No... Not just that... I don't know... Maybe your hair too... Or the way you smirk when you mess with Kunikida... Or how you lie on the couch as you mumble the song playing in your headphones... Or... Or how you... How you... It's everything! Everything you do distracts me! And not even at work! It's like you're everywhere but not... everywhere at the same time... I don't know again... maybe... maybe I like you or something... ah... my head... hurts..."

When you finally lose conscious and fall asleep in his arms, Dazai holds you close to himself, hands lightly caressing your hair as he smiles at your fucked up state. He now has doubts if he wants you to forget, if he wants tonight to disappear in the shades of memories from the women he had spent some nights with no strings attached; but whatever he wants, he can't help but to smile at your pretty face and glassy eyes, and how you're so innocent yet such a loud-mouthed at the same time.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya has never been one to hold back from making a drunk mess out of himself, but when he sees you taking shots relentlessly, he knows he's the one to drive tonight.

Your face is hot but not enough to evaporate the tears that can't prevent themselves from falling on your cheeks, and you're not-so-quiet sobbing is kind of catching other people's attention but somehow Chuuya doesn't care, he just presses you against his chest harder and while not wanting to ever see you be upset like this, he wishes you would drink with him alone more often.

"I...hiccup* Can't take it hiccup* anymore..."

"Oh c'mon, you've been through worse y/n. Plus, we didn't have great losses. Accidents happen"

"Right! Says the most powerful ability user!"

Your grumpy expression makes him smile harder. Although it's wrong to hug your comrade like this, he still tugs you closer and lightly rubs your right cheek with his thumb, chuckling at your confusion.

"Huh! N-Now you're laughing at me!? You- You- You're supposed to help me out, Chuuya! I- If you're going to make of fun of me just leave!"

"Like I'm leaving you here when you're a crying mess! Did you forget your position? You're an assassin working for the mafia! Anyone wants you dead! Being alone here when you're vulnerable is another one of your shitty ideas! Besides, I will never leave you y/n, you already know that"

He's right. He has never left you even once on your own before.

No matter how many times you mess up on mission, how many times you get into trouble facing your higher ups or what time it is, day and night, Chuuya always comes to help you out. He's always been there, to be a shoulder for you to lean on when you're suffering from the pain, or to cheer you up after a long mission by bringing you your favorite snacks. He has always been there with you, in sadness and happiness.

Chuuya gets worried when he catches you staring at his chest silently, but the feeling disappears when your hands land on his cheeks.

"You're right... You've never left me alone..."

Words fade from his mind as you look into his eyes and then slowly lean closer, body still wobbly but determined to do this. He never expected you to make a move. He did wanted you, even though he could never drop a hint and he thought that maybe it was for the best if nothing ever happens, but now that you're this close to him, he can't think of anything negative let alone the problems this dangerous relationship might drag along with itself. He closes his eyes as your lips meet, wrapping his arms around your waist while tasting the bitter liquid left on your mouth, totally unfazed by the looks he knows you're earning right now.

Chuuya can always fight, but he rarely gets to kiss his bestfriend; so he might as well enjoy himself while he's at it, and maybe this won't be the last time he gets this close to you.

Only if you remember what happened in the morning, which Chuuya is gladly ready to remind you in case you forget, by capturing your lips in another kiss.

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

"I'm... cold..."

Fyodor doesn't hug his subordinates, nor does he pat them or let them sit on his lap, so... You could say you were somewhat special.

He sighs as he lightly pats you on the back, wrapping his cloak around you while thinking of scolding you as soon as you regain consciousness, never letting you lay a finger on alcohol. While he's kind of pissed because he never thought you could get this clingy since you're so shy and decent around him, but this feeling... This comfortable warmth that radiates from your body... It's nice. Nice enough to help him look over the fact that you were lying about being cold only to stick yourself to him more and whine nonsense he doesn't understand but lowkey tries to.

"You shouldn't drink this much at work, y/n. It will make us more trouble and we already have a handful of that"

Fyodor doesn't expect a response, or a proper one to say at least; and he didn't get one, if a small sob filled with regret coming from you doesn't count.

He glances at you from the corner of his eye to make sure that you're not crying, then looks back at the monitor again with his attention completely pointed at you. You're upset about something he's not aware of; he doesn't poke his nose in other people's private lives unless they're dangerous or his target of course, but for once in his life, he wishes he had paid attention to you more. Why? He knows, but it's so wrong and he doesn't want to push himself to say it out loud, happy that no one has ever asked him too.

You're one interesting little Myshka.

"I want to be of use for you"

Your voice is quiet, more like a mumble; but lucky for you, Fyodor has sharp ears.

"Hmm? What was that, dear?"

Your stare is pointed at the floor, but your mind is wandering around another place. Fyodor feels you wrapping your arms around him a little bit harder and a short pause before you speak up again, your voice a bit louder than before but would still count as mumbling.

"I... want to help you achieve your goals, sir. I don't want to be a burden to you. I want to be useful, even though the result might not really be something I would exactly like"

Fyodor knows everything. All the turns and twists of your little mind, all the intentions you have behind your little gestures, all the thoughts you smother behind your scrunched up face; but that doesn't mean he wouldn't like to hear you actually say it every now and then.

"Why? Why do you want to help me achieve something you're not looking forward to, Myshka?"

Myshka, a cute nickname Fyodor calls you with, which is kind of normal since you're a rat working under his watch; but you're the only one who gets to be called that. None of his other subordinates are called anything special. Just you. The tiny pathetic Myshka he likes more than his other subordinates. Why? No one knows, but no one really cares either.

Except for you.

I... I think that... I enjoy to see that you're relieved... And that you can... finally take a break...

Because you have nice goals and they make the world a better place...

Because... Because... I...

"Because I would like to see you smile, sir"

Fyodors coherent taps on the keyboard stops and you gain his attention again, only this time he doesn't try to hide his glance; he tilts his head and looks at you straightforwardly.

Of course you hide your face in the crook of his neck, and of course that makes his heart a tiny bit clench.

"Like... Not out of... I don't know... Mischief or anything... A relieved smile... A victorious one maybe?... Not one of those smiles you wear when you are bargaining with someone..."

"I understand what you mean, dear"

His voice is not enthusiastic but softer than before, with a hint of gentleness inside. It makes your figure looser on his lap, giving him access to do what he wants with you, as if he couldn't already.

And suddenly something unexpected happens. He plants a kiss on your shoulder, making you shiver and glue your chest to him harder than before.

"I too, would like to see you smile dear"

And I would like to have you by my side when that time comes.

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Public sex Ft. BSD boys

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai, Fyodor X Fem!Reader

Request: "your writing is delicious. could you do having a quick fuck with dazai in the bathroom until he cums all over your face and makes you lick it off? thank you and have a nice day!" ◜By lovely anon!!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Semi public sex, Vaginal penetration, Dom!Characters, Sub!Reader, Cum eating, Bondage, Fingering, Creampie, Oral (M receiving), Edging, Squirting, The mating press position, Dacryphilia, etc

Word Count: 1.4K

A/n: I'm not into exhibitionism, but the thrill of getting caught somehow gets me off🚶🏻‍♀️

↳Osamu Dazai

Dazai is a man of patience, it's the key to so many of his schemes after all; but sometimes he loses control over his actions, his desires stronger than his mind, leading the way.

When you two get paired up for a mission to go to a ball together, Dazai thinks of a fun night with you, having expensive drinks and then get a hold of some top secret information afterward, completing the task successfully; but when he sees you in that crimson dress wearing a sapphire necklace that hugs your neck perfectly, exhibiting your collarbones; he loses everything.

You somehow find your way to the hall's bathroom, locking the door behind you as he bends you against the counter to lift you dress up, and boy he's satisfied when he meets the sight of your wine lacy lingerie.

His desperate thrusts in your poor cunt never stops and you don't even care if other people are waiting outside the bathroom or are gossiping about your indecent behavior; fucking yourself stupid on his cock. You don't even bother to keep your voice down, barely listening to your boyfriend who tells you to be quiet because he has no right to say so, since he was the one who started this mess.

His grip around your waist is so tight that you know there's gonna be fingerprints on it tomorrow, and for once in his life Dazai doesn't laze around, putting his hands into better use as he starts rubbing your clit furiously while making a mess out of your pussy.

Feeling his orgasm getting closer, Dazai demands you to get on your knees and strokes his dick harshly, drops of his cum staining your beautiful, teary cheeks. He smirks as you open your mouth and swallow him as much as you get, and wipes your ruined mascara under your eyes, tasting his own arousal on your mouth.

Of course you did manage to get your hands on those top secret information, and although there was a roughly long delay in your mission, it was totally worth it.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya prefers to keep his relationship in private, avoiding any kind of gesture that would lead to making you a target as his s/o, but he also treats you like his royalty and almost never turns you down since you're his baby doll; so when you sneak into his office, locking the door behind you as you sit on his lap, all horny and whiney, he wouldn't say no to satisfying your needs.

After double checking the door to make sure that it's locked, Chuuya smirks when he spots your hard nipples and even though he doesn't have to suck on them anymore, that doesn't mean he won't. They're his favorite part of your body, after all.

He does all the work by grabbing your hips, humping you up and down on his length. From the way his eyes darkens you know you should keep your voice down; it's music to his ears but it's for him and him only, no other man is allowed to enjoy the sound of your pretty moans. But it's hard to keep quiet, not when he's so good at multitasking, mouth not leaving your breast, cock not leaving your cunt, hands not leaving your butt. Your grip on his hair drives him crazy, even though he should be the one doing that; but maybe tonight he can be generous and let you off this time, for the sake of it.

Chuuya speeds up his thrust as he feels you shaking and squirming more than before, and bites your bottom lip, groaning as you both come together. His pants are ruined- he could say the same for your lips, which kind of gives away what you were doing in his office for so long, but he doesn't care anymore; not when you look this pretty, with your hair down on your shoulders, body too numb to move even though he's the one who did all the work.

He whispers sweet praises to you and kisses your neck as you drape yourself over him, feeling blessed for the pretty, dirty angel he has in his arms.

↳Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai Gogol, is one huge fucking tease.

You try to walk steadily, while being mentally prepared for the next vibration to come from a press of his fingers. You have no idea how you agreed to have a vibrator inside your cunt while going shopping, but unfortunately for you, Nikolai can be very convincing at times.

"C'mon, Dove! It'll be fun! Don't you wanna experience new stuff with me?!"

No, you do not want to experience this kind of crap with him, but what's the point of regretting it now? The vibrator is inside you and the stupid, fucking remote is in his hands, and he seems to be very fond of pushing the button, to humiliate you in public.

You're literally in the middle of the shopping mall when you feel the toy vibrating inside your walls, and you're suddenly sitting on the floor, covering your face with your hands, earning a few glances from passersby. Nikolai feels a tiny bit of guilt- it's the seventh time this is happening and he has had his fun; so, if you would be willing to be compliant, he might be nice and free you from the pain, fucking you nicely on his cock.

He wishes he can guarantee that the teasing would also be over.

Nikolai drags you inside one of the shops and shoves you in a dressing room, not listening to your "Kolya! Someone might walk in" or "Can't you just teleport us to our home?"; because of course he can, but where's the fun in that?

You're pressed against the mirror, hand on your mouth while having his slender fingers inside you instead of the toy, and boy how unfairly better they were. Nikolai knew how to put his digits into better use, hitting that sweet spot inside you just right. You bite your lips when your cum stains his cock while he forces you to watch yourself as he takes you from behind, fucking you roughly, making the damn dressing room shake.

And when you're finally done, the shopkeepers are looking at you furiously, being obviously irritated by "How long you had occupied the dressing room", but they're mouths are all shot when Nikolai buys all of the clothes for his baby girl.

Nikolai Gogol is one huge fucking tease, but isn't that just lovely about him?

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is very very protective of you, as one of his belongings, and he isn't very fond of the idea of other people walking on you having sex, glancing at your perfect body; so he has to prepare the situation before getting down to business.

He has you under his desk, lips wrapped around his cock as he sends Sigma off to his way and makes sure Nikolai will be stuck in his mission for now, while you're enjoying the taste of his arousal. He feels you trying a bit harder when he's on the phone, so that maybe you can hear him making an inappropriate sound; but when he looks down at you with a threatening gaze, you know you're down bad.

Files and plans he has spent so much time to pull off are all scattered over the floor and you're on his desk, shaking and crying as his dick explores inside of your gummy walls. Fyodor isn't one to go so many rounds, but he knows how to turn you into a complete mess in little time. He's familiar with your body reactions, knowing where to suck, where to lick, and where to rub. Love bites are covering all over your neck while his right hand squeezes your breast and the other one keeps your knees glued to your shoulders, which is painful but the pleasure is too addictive to let go. He loves it when you cry for his mercy, begging him to let you come, that you can't take it anymore and you've learned your lesson; and after a few spanks, bites and kisses, he comes to conclusion that it's enough, and maybe you deserve to come now.

You scream when he finally shoves his cock inside of you again, a few thrusts of it enough to make you reach you release, your juices spilling everywhere. Sure, Fyodor prefers his desk to be not covered in cum, but how can he object? When he can show off to others how much fun he had with his little Myshka?

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"Let's find out together, then"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "Chuuya finding his s/OC’s sex toy(s)? 👁-👁" ◜By lovely anon!!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Headcanons + Scenario

Warnings: Bondage, Handcuffs, NSFW content MDNI

Word Count: 0.7K

A/n: Hehe~~

§ Chuuya... He is always respectful toward your privacy. Never pokes his nose in your business unless he senses that you need protection, so the only way for him to find your toys is you asking him to go through your things.

§ Let's go with this scenario. You're at work and you need something, so you ask Chuuya to go to your house and bring it to you, completely forgetting about the risk of him finding that exclusive collection of yours; and Chuuya, being the perfect boyfriend he is, decides to help his pretty, kinky girlfriend out.

§ Chuuya searches everywhere, but won't find the thing you wanted. Not wanting to miss a spot, he also takes a look at the under of your bed. There isn't that thing he was looking for, but a medium sized red box. A box that has a block ribbon on top of it, tempting Chuuya to go against his morals and take a look at your personal belongings... And boy was that a fine decision.

§ He finally brings you what you want but the look on his face? It's... different. Weird. Smug. Dangerous. Exciting. And that can be said for his words.

"Come home soon tonight. We need to... talk"

§ He doesn't really mean it tho. You won't be talking much. If degradation and loud moans doesn't count hehe~ But that sentence is scary as we're all aware of, so you're kinda anxious until you finally get home. When you go inside the bedroom where he's waiting for you, the smile he's wearing half assures you, until you lay eyes on a particular box of course. A familiar, bloody box.

§ Well, FUCK.

§ "Ah... that's... that's not mine..."

§ Chuuya shakes his head and raises one of his eyebrows (which makes him look a 1000 times sexier), his grin not leaving his face, but getting even bigger.

"Is that so?" "Yeah! I- I don't even know how they work!?"

§ That's when he slowly starts taking his gloves off while his gaze is piercing through your fucking heart, pulling the black ribbon to unravel the box with his bare hands.

§ "If that's the case... Let's find out together then, hmm?"

§ It's... gonna be a long night. Also good luck :>

You gasp as you feel the vibrator on your clit again, struggling to escape from the touch but Chuuya's grasp on you is tight, as if the handcuffs imprisoning your hands weren't enough. You can't see him- the fucking blindfold is getting in the way, but his hot breath burning you neck is emphasizing his presence, and that he's still not willing to stop.

"You've got quite the collection here, Sweetheart. I wonder why you never brought them up though"

His tongue wanders on your skin, licking the shell of your ear as he pushes the toy inside you, delighted by how you squirm on his lap, but never actually try to scape. He knows you can feel his hardened cock tangled in his pants, and he likes it that even though you're already fucked up, you try to rub yourself against his erection; but that has to wait for now. It's still the beginning of the night and there are many more toys in the box waiting to get their turn of exploring through your wet, gummy walls.

Chuuya bites your neck softly, on that particular spot he knows will make your mind go numb, and lightly spanks your ass. He's not angry but you should be more honest with him, and he hopes you'll be after tonight.

"You're so dirty, Baby girl. Not that I will mind though, not at all. I'm just impressed of how hard you were trying to hide these. You thought I would find it quirky, didn't you? I thought that we trusted each other enough to open up... But it's ok, people make mistakes; yet you can't run away from your punishment. So stop shaking around so much Gorgeous; hang in there a little bit and then maybe I'll give you the real thing afterwards. How's the sound of that?"

That... is definitely something worth waiting, and you do have all night, don't you?

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"Your eyes are mine"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai X Fem!Reader

Request: "Can Dazai please slide down to the bottom of the bed and kiss my thighs nothing smut I just want him to hug and kiss my thighs🥺" ◜By dear @confusedempath ◞

Genre: Fluff

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Suggestive content (C'mon he's kissing your thighs there has to be some spices at least)

Word Count: 0.4K

Attention, is something that DAZAI always has all to himself; so it's only natural for him to feel abandoned when you're drowned so deep in that bloody book you're holding that you prefer it over the company of your beloved boyfriend.

Dazai pouts, a big, obvious pout that is hard to be overlooked by anyone- except for you of course; and tilts his head to the side, scanning your figure with apparent dissatisfaction. You're so cruel, ignoring him when he's craving your notice this badly, and you're much crueler for doing that while wearing the pair of knee socks he's bought for you.

Eyes brightening with delight, Dazai approaches you, kneeling down next to the bed while lightly caressing your ankle, earning a glance from you.

"Osamu?"

"Hmm?"

Pepper kissing your ankles, he smirks when he feels a light vibration coming from your body. His lips go all the way to your knee cap, relaxed when they finally get to have a taste of your skin rather than the fabric of your black socks. You on the other hand, are the complete opposite of relaxed. You feel nervous. Excited and nervous because you've been together with him for so long yet a single touch of his is enough to turn you into a blushing mess.

"You should spend more time with me, Belladonna..."

A soft hum escapes through his lips as the cozy warmness of your inner thigh caresses his cheeks. Dazai is crazy about your thighs, how soft and kissable they are and how you melt in his hands whenever he's touching them.

Mouth attacking your body, the thought of holding back from tasting the soft flesh doesn't even cross his mind, sucking the fuzzy feeling radiating from your body like a vampire who's been starved for blood. He doesn't need to look at your face; he knows your cheeks are crimson red and your body's yearning for him to touch you more, more more till there's no spot left that haven't been marked as his territory.

"You've got a weird look in your eyes, Belladonna. Do you perhaps want something from me? Hmm... You're this desperate for my touch huh? Then how come you didn't say anything? There's no way that book's that interesting to keep you from asking me? You know I never refuse you, sweetheart. Don't give me the puppy eyes now baby. I'm still a little offended you know?... Yet, I guess I can forgive you, if you put that book down and chat with me. Remember Bella, Your eyes are mine; nothing else deserves to be laid on by them when I'm around."

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With a reader who's not used to affection

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "Could you do Chuuya, Dazai and any other characters ( idrc cus i'm pan ) of your choosing with a reader that's not used to affection and sometimes flinches / shivers in a reaction to them being touched :)" ◜By lovely anon!! ◞

Genre: Fluff

Format: Headcanons + Scenario

Warnings: Suggestive content

Word Count: 1.2K

↳Osamu Dazai

§ Dazai likes physical contact, and he also likes to tease; but he's a really understanding and loving partner once he starts a relationship with someone he loves too (Though it will take him a pretty long time to admit that he has real feeling for you but that's another story), so he won't be on the teasing part too much. Emphasis on "Too much". He will still tease you, brush his hand against yours when walking next to each other and eventually get a hold of it, surprising you with a light peck on your cheek especially if you're in public and rests his hand on your shoulder, all to see how your cheeks rose in light pink and of course, because he loves the feeling of your skin against his.

§ He won't force you into anything or suddenly throw himself on you (although he will get there eventually, that's inevitable lol); he starts from small, simple touches and takes his time, preparing you step by step until you fully get used to him touching you affectionately, and then he'll start touching you in his own ways hehe~ (stopping here, gonna keep this SFW)

§ Dazai is huge on kisses- He'll kiss you on the cheek while throwing some cheesy pick up line or a tatty compliment your way, planting small, wet kisses on your neck with his arms wrapped around you from behind in the morning when you're making breakfast for him, pepper kissing your face when you're all snuggled against him in bed at night; he'll leave you with no option other than to adapt to his touchy attitude because this man cannot keep his hands off you for a mere second, and also because you do like it, despite quivering every time he lays a hand on you.

§ Loves to see you struggle when you want to give him a kiss as well, but this feels all new and you still find it hard to express your love for him through affectional gestures. The expression you wear whenever he catches you off guard with a kiss or perhaps a surprise hug has him walking on air, because you are so cute and he can never ever get enough of you. He has mixed feelings because although he wants you to get used to his touch, he also loves the affect he has on you. Don't even get me started on the shivers.

The documents you were working on were complicated, wordy and required a lot of concentration; but you were dazed ever since you woke up that day, and your boyfriend's lips on your ear shell were not exactly "helping".

"Mhm... Why did you stop typing, Bella? I hope I'm not distracting you from your work"

Did he actually mean it? Well, you had doubts about that.

"You kinda are right now, Osamu.

Dazai let out a deep breath and smiled when you shivered as your skin warmed up, lips brushing against the crook of your neck and getting pleased when he felt you bating your breath.

"Why is that, baby? I'm just minding my own business right now"

What was his business? To distract you from your work, or to get you all tempted? It didn't really matter; because either way, he was going to get what he wanted.

You.

"Maybe you should take a break and cuddle with me. I've heard that cuddling with your boyfriend can really help you ease your mind and relax"

This was the exact kind of stuff he would deceive Kunikida to fill up his notebook with, but in your case, it was mostly true. You could never deny how warm you felt when he was around, nervous but the kind that would make your heart flutter as his fingers traced down your skin.

"Yeah... Maybe I should"

Dazai smiled when you turned around and cupped his face to pull him closer, feeling deeply satisfied; not because of the fact that he won again, but because he got to feel your soft, warm lips against his.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

§ Chuuya is an extremely understanding partner as well. Given that his love language is acts of service, he might not realize it at first sight, but after a while he'll get a clue. No matter how much you've let your guard down, gasping and literally jumping in your seat when he places a hand on your shoulder is not a normal reaction.

§ He's the type of guy to blame himself for things that ae not even his fault, and this also happens in this case. Maybe it's because you don't want him to touch you, maybe he makes you uncomfortable and a thousand of maybes and doubts fill his head and make him insecure about the whole situation. He gets a bit distance at first, to give you the space you want to yourself; a space where he assumes he doesn't belong to.

§ It eventually hits him after a while, and makes him sad. Why aren't you used to doting touches? Because you didn't get them much. As your boyfriend, he feels responsible; so he showers you with love and compliment, and perhaps a loving kiss on your forehead or a possessive grip around your waist when you're out in public.

§ Chuuya starts teasing you once he feels that you've gotten used to his soft touches; not as much as Dazai would but still, since he loves to fluster you and he's only human (Or maybe not, but we're not here to talk about that). He won't do PDA since the risk of his enemies targeting you is high, but when you're alone in his office, you're not allowed to sit anywhere else other than your special spot, his lap. Having his arm wrapped around you while he's doing paperwork has become a habit of yours. Whenever you enter the room you automatically head to his chair and make yourself comfortable on his lap, where you'll always be welcomed; even when he has so much work to do.

§ Sleeping in the same bed is pointless unless you're in his embrace, right? His arms will be wide open for you to bask yourself in the warmth of his chest, to feel safe and secure because he will protect you, no matter what.

A nice night in winter should starts with a tasty meal, a cup of hot cocoa and end with your head on your boyfriend's lap when he's sitting in front of the fire place; although that part wasn't exactly planned by you.

It's pleasant to feel Chuuya's bare hands once in a while, delicately tracing down your cheeks to your neck. An comfortable silence is present in the room because you're both too drowned in your thoughts; Him thinking about how soft your skin is, like a new born baby, and you thinking about how much you don't want this to end, given how hard you're trying to prevent yourself from dozing off.

It's a battle between you and him, to see if you can keep up when his fingertips are so gentle, tenderly drawing meaningless patterns on your skin, your hair or wherever they can reach. After a few minutes you finally give in, drifting to wonderland, defeated by Chuuya's love and care. In the middle of your sleep you can feel his arms getting wrapped around you to carry you to bed, smiling softly when you feel his figure next to you, planting a small kiss on your forehead.

Everything feels so new, but with him by your side, you've got nothing to be afraid of.

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"Open your mouth for me baby"

"Do you know what happens when you misbehave?"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "hi! congrats on 500 🥰 for the prompts maybe chuuya + 1&5" ◜By lovely anon!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Fic

Warnings: Explicit smut, Rough sex, Creampie, Mean Dom!Chuuya, Sub!Reader, Degrading, Oral (M receiving), Vaginal sex, Doggy style, Dirty talk, MDNI

Word Count: 1.6K

A/n: I'm sorry if this sucks, I just wanted a get it over with.

Having gotten no type of attention for the past few days, you are exhausted.

No matter if it's on weekdays or the weekend, Chuuya is always busy with work. He gets one call from his boss and he runs to the port mafia like a poppy, leaving you all alone in bed in the middle of the night.

From the beginning of this not so stablished relationship, you knew that it was going to be like this. Chuuya's loyalty to the port mafia has no boundaries, in fact it's one of the reasons you fell for him in the first place; but now that you need him to be by your side and he's not, you're frustrated.

Today was finally his day off which you made him take. You were so excited for today, or else you wouldn't spend 2 hours in the shower, shaving and using all kinds of shampoos and lotions. You even put scented candles in the bedroom and decorated the bed with rose petals fighting the urge to start the date night from there, but you should have probably knew that things were not going to go as planned.

Now Chuuya is sitting in his office, attending an "emergency meeting" through his laptop, and you are on the couch wearing his favorite dress, drinking his favorite wine all by yourself. You want to cry so bad, but you also don't want to make him feel bad. He isn't doing this on purpose. Port Mafia isn't just his job, it is his one and only family. You don't want him to think he has to choose between the two of you; but you aren't really against letting him know how upset you are.

Suddenly an idea pops into your head. An idea that is risky, dangerous and everything; but is also too tempting to resist.

Chuuya is in the middle of the online meeting when he feels your presence. He raises his head and looks at you, but instead of a happy expression, he faces a big frown on your face. He has an idea of what's going on- you had talked about this matter before after all-, but you look way more upset than you used to be before. He would tell you to wait for him a little more if people couldn't see him through his laptop; but you aren't looking for an apology or anything, since you go down on the floor and start crawling under the table.

Now Chuuya is shocked, and when he feels your hand on his crotch, he sees right through your plan, but he can't really stop you, not even with his hand.

"ACKKK!"

Mori looks at his red face with a bit of concern and asks him what's wrong; but what can he say? His wife is trying to give him a blowjob and bites his hand when he attempts to stop her?

Down there, you are satisfied. happy. Delighted, if you may say.

You smirk as you unravel his length from his pants, smitten by how it's reacting to your small touches. Before wrapping your lips around it, you wonder if Chuuya is liking this or the other way around; but his body is kind of giving away the answer.

The red-haired man's jaw clenches as your tongue rolls around his tip. He has always been fond of the heads you've been giving him here and there, but he's not sure how to feel about them now. Though this makes no change to your attitude; you're still as greedy and professional ever, gagging on his length as you bob your head up and down, desperate for fresh air but the urge to teach him a lesson is strong; to the point that you would even give up on breathing.

Chuuya bangs his head against the desk as he finally comes, sinking his teeth in his bottom lip to prevent his groan from breaking out. You're still greedy and don't want to let go, keeping his still erected cock in your mouth; but you know if you don't ban yourself from one last lick, You'll make him whine and he will kick your ass afterwards. Moments pass and he still refuses to raise his head. It's like he finds the hard substance under his forehead comfortable, or that he doesn't want other mafia members to see him all red and vulnerable.

Whatever the reason was, you didn't have to wait long to find out.

"Chuuya-kun?"

Of course the mafia members were watching him.

"Pardon me boss, but I need to go"

That was the last thing he said before closing his laptop, and before you jumped up and ran out of the room, almost like a bullet firing from a gun.

You were fast for your own kind.

If only Chuuya was one of your kind.

It's a matter of time before he grabs your arm, humping you on his shoulder to carry you to the bedroom. Obviously he can hear you laughing, shaking, screaming, whining and even begging at some point; but he's just not interested. He doesn't even care when you gasp as he slams you against the bed and hovers over you.

A few shouts and scolding is what you're expecting to hear; but no, the silence doesn't get interrupted by anything, not even the sound of your breathing. It's just Chuuyas gaze piercing through your soul with his lips sealed, and you staring back with fear. What is going on in that little head of his?

Is he angry? Yes.

Is he planning on revenge? Probably.

Are you fucked? Oh boy, totally.

Will apologizing make everything right?

…No, but it won't hurt to try.

"Eh... Sorry?"

"No"

No. You can't just get away with that.

"You know... I worked my ass off all the week just to be able to spend today with you. I get that something came up and I had to work again, but it's not like I asked for it! Yet you don't give a shit and keep putting me under pressure"

A petite hint of guilt roses in your chest and makes you rethink the whole situation again, realizing he might have a point; but it's useless now, he doesn't wanna hear your apology. He seems to be interested in gaining another thing from you, and from the way his eyes have darkened with lust, you have a clue of what his demand might be.

Chuuya smirks, the kind he wears on his face whenever he's going to put a show on at work and kick all his enemies' asses and of course, whenever he's going to ruin you. The kind that would send shivers down your spin and make your heart race with excitement, realizing you're gonna get it good.

Maybe he's not that mad after all.

Boy you're wrong.

His cold fingers making contact with your lips gives you goosebumps, but they aren't as cold as his stare. That's on another level.

"Open your mouth for me baby"

All the confidence and the urge to get revenge drifts away from your mind and as you obediently open your mouth for him to coat his thumb with your saliva, you realize that you've started a fight that you will never win, because the grip Chuuya has over you is insane; just one signal from him is enough to have you crawling back to him like a lost puppy, desperate to be with his master.

"Do you know what happens when you misbehave, doll?"

You aren't in a comfortable position to think, even if you have a hint of the answer.

Not when Chuuya's tongue brushes against your ear like this, as if his hand roaming around your inner thighs isn't enough.

"Remember y/n, you asked for this"

"Chuuya- can't- I'm- I'm sorry!"

That was the last drops of your energy, which you foolishly wasted over pleading and begging, like it's going to have any influence on him.

Chuuya's cock relentlessly shoves in and out of your abused cunt, his hips slamming against yours as he takes you from behind. How many times have you come? You've lost counting after the fifth one, and from the looks of it, Chuuya's not planning on taking a break yet.

"What's wrong sweetheart? You were so impatient earlier that you couldn't even wait till my meeting was over. You just had to barge in and try to embarrass me in front of everyone. Regretting it already? But we've just started!"

He isn't exactly expecting an answer, but he does gets a loud moan as a response instead which he finds pleasant, although that's mostly the work of his dick.

Still, he won't miss the chance to tease you.

"I'm talking to you, slut" A harsh slap lands on your ass, making you moan louder "Did I fuck you too dumb to even answer to a simple question? Well, my bad"

Chuuya's good at multitasking, so he somehow finds the perfect rhythm for his thrust while rubbing your clit with his digits, as if his lengthy member exploring through your folds aren't already enough. Your body feels numb and you can't really think about anything- as you should be after three orgasms and two squirts; the only thing you sense is how your body is still greedy for more of him, with the way his cock inside you feels just right.

Chuuya does one last thrust and releases inside you with a soft groan, not high pitched but loud enough for you to hear, since he knows it drives you crazy; but the second he pulls out of you, you collapse onto the bed, trying to catch your breath. He smiles at the sight of his cum dripping out of your pussy, and lightly pushes it inside you, where it should be. He almost feels bad when you squirm at the feeling of his fingers on your entrance again.

"Well darling, I hope you've learned your lesson"

Yeah, you definitely did this time.

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"Either I'm insane or you were just masturbating in our living room"

"Open your mouth for me baby"

"Do you know what happens when you misbehave?"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Fyodor X Fem!Reader

Request: "HIIII I'm here for your September event ! God, I hope it's not too late and you'll take my request (and I hope you're having a good day). So I'll like 17, 1 and 5 with Fyodor. If it is possible a Fyodor... Not very nice, you know, a little psycho. OK it's weird, I hope you will accept T-T Have à great day !!" ◜By dear @concombre-2-mer ◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Fic

Warnings: Explicit smut, Porn with a plot, Orgasm denial, Yandere themes, Toxic relationship, Mean dom!Fyodor, Sub!Reader, French!Reader(Just pretend that you're French if you aren't lol), Lovesick!Reader,Heavy degrading, Praising, Slapping, Choking, Spitting, Dacryphilia, Fingering, Vaginal penetration, Pet names(Dear, Darling, etc), Name calling(Slut, whore, etc), Dirty talk, MDNI, Dark content dead dove do not eat

Word Count: 4.4K (I KNOW)

A/n: Ahhhh this took so long I am very, very sorry. Also, I hope I reach your expectations lol.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, a complicated, brilliant, dangerous man, with so many plans in his head.

You met him at a ball where your dad, the most powerful senator of France, was the host, and he was one of the VIP guests. The second your eyes caught a glimpse of the raven-haired man, your heart missed a beat. It wasn't just about his looks- although you could never overlook how attractive he was. It was the way he calmly witnessed everything and talked in a nice but also careful manner, or perhaps how he smiled elegantly while looking at other people blabbering, like he knew all their intentions inside out- which you found out later that he actually did; nothing can escape this mans sharp eyes.

Whatever the reason was, he had you fascinated by him from the very beginning.

You made the not-so-wise decision to approach him and start a casual conversation, which only made you more curious about this mysterious, fetching man. Your discussion that was supposed to be a short chit-chat lasted for hours, but it couldn't be any other way. You had the same interest, the same likes, the same taste in literature; it was nice having someone who understood what you were talking about and didn't look at their clock every ten seconds as company; nice, and rare.

When the party was over and Fyodor walked you to your room as the gentleman he was, he couldn't miss the hints of lust in your eyes, and how you were looking at him so desirably, hoping he would step inside the bedroom and spend the night with you; but all you got was a kiss goodbye on your cheek and a formal farewell.

That night you couldn't sleep. Between all the tossing and turnings, you thought about the ball. How you found the perfect guy, spent the whole event with him while others were laughing and drinking at the buffet, and how you got rejected in the end. Maybe he was just playing with you after all; just to get information about your father and to take advantage of you, like everybody else had done. He was never interested in you in the first place.

You were wrong.

Not about the information part. He did got the information he wanted through his intellectual methods and you carelessly gave it all away; but for the first time in his life, Fyodor found himself curious about someone, for reasons that weren't involved with his work. He didn't care about your father and his political status anymore, he wanted to know about you; which explained why your phone was ringing with an unknown number showing up on the screen the day after the event.

He asked you to give him a tour around the city and to accept his invitation to a lovely dinner as a thank you gift, and you accepted without giving it a second thought.

Nothing happened that night either.

You were frustrated. Everything was going great, he even smiled at your funny remarks a few times- actually, he was smiling the whole time, examining your expressions with a vague look on his face. But the second you arrived at your home, he was gone again, rejecting your offer to come inside for "a cup of coffee".

Who was this man? Why did he kept doing this? He was not someone you could read his mind easily, you had no idea what was going on through his head; all you knew was that you'd only known this man for two days, and you're already obsessed with him.

Given how many times he had humiliated you, it was stupid to accept his offer for another date the day after again, but you weren't really thinking anymore.

Just like that, you kept going on small dates with each other every night, and he kept refusing to come inside each time; but you were happy that you got to spend time with him; you could always open yourself on your fingers pretending that they're his afterwards. You could see a future for yourself with this man, living in a fancy house together. He would read to you when your head is on his lap, take a bubble bath with you in the bathtub, you could even get yourself a cat. A baby would be nice too, if Fyodor would be down for that...

Little did you know, you were digging yourself into a bottomless hole, which you'll never be getting out of.

Fyodor had the same thoughts as you.

You were so sweet, so kind and lovely. He liked it that you were actually smart, but lost all your senses when it came to him. You were sweetly stupid and it made his heart clench every time he had to drag his feet out of your alley to head back to his empty, cold apartment alone, but it was all part of his plan, and the only key to it was patience, because he needed to make you desperate, to the point that you would kneel and accept everything he tells you to, not needing to be told twice.

And it happened. You found yourself to be at Fyodor's beck and call, agreeing to his every word without putting much thought to it; Even when he asked you to run away with him.

You were skeptic of course; not enough to reject his offer, but you needed to hear him saying it was ok, it was the right thing to do. And he did, assuring you that your parents would never let you come with him if you tell them beforehand, that it's the only option you've got left and you will eventually visit them after a while.

How could you refuse when he was the one asking?

You didn't hear anything from your parents until a few days later, when the tragic accident of fire that had devoured the home of the great senator and the occupants alive got all over the news.

You haven't seen Fyodor for over one week.

Months have passed since the "accident" and your so called "get away", but things have gotten worse, if even changed slightly. You've been kept in a small apartment ever since, and haven't caught a glimpse of the sun for so long, not even through the windows.

Fyodor said it's for your own good, that people who killed your family are after your blood and you need to stay somewhere he can protect you, but you're not sure if sealing the windows are really related to that. You don't have a key to the apartment, even to the rooms; Fyodor has set many ground rules of things you should and should not do, and it's frustrating.

Your patience knows limits, and it might already be at it.

You're lying in front of the TV, with a bowl of ice cream in your hand, looking at some romantic movie in your own language. You watch the people laughing, dancing, making love, but the only thing you feel is one single emotion.

Envy

You're envious of other people. How they go on fancy dates and end up fucking in a public bathroom, while you haven't even kissed Fyodor yet. You don't have the faintest idea why he asked you to come with him in the first place. That's what Fyodor does to you, always keeping you in the dark and only coming back when he decides it's the right time.

Him, not you. Your opinion does not matter one single bit.

Sighing, you turn the TV off and put the empty bowl on the table. You're already way too depressed, you don't need to see other people's happiness and regret about your own choices.

But that's the problem. You don't regret anything. You don't regret taking Fyodor's hand when he offered you a dance at that part, you don't regret spending time with him and having wet dreams about him at nights, you don't regret agreeing to come to this place;

you even know that he was the one who slaughtered your entire family, but you decide not to think about anything other than him because sometimes, ignorance is a bliss.

As you lean back to the couch, you wonder where your boyfriend- if you can even refer to him as that, is right now. What might he be doing? Is he planning another murder? Is he on a date with another poor woman to manipulate her, use her and then just throw her away like she's worth nothing? Is he holding her hand and whispering sweet promises about the future to her?

Ah, you just remembered.

His hands.

Fyodor has long, skinny hands and stretched, pale fingers. You admire the way his veins lay bare under his skin when he holds a coffee mug or writes a letter. His nails are always cut shortly, exhibiting his smooth skin and how he takes care of them. His hands are cold, not at a shivering state but cold enough for you to offer him your gloves, or just hold them to warm them up.

God, you can't wait to hold his hands again, and to feel them inside you once he finally gets around to it.

Sliding your hand in your pants, you close your eyes and imagine how his fingers would curl up and massage your sweet spot, dragging pleasure outside of your cunt. Will he be gentle, taking his time, making love to you? Or is he the kind to be rough and would make you scream his name by the end of the night? It's your call, since this is all an illusion and he isn't actually here.

Fyodor hates masturbation. He told you that once you brought the topic up on one of your dates. He thinks that it's pathetic, useless, and offending to a person's partner, But Fyodor isn't here; it's only you and your pitiable moans filling the room.

You whisper his name as you scissor yourself open on fingers that are actually supposed to be his, but unfortunately, they're attached to the pathetic body of yours. Tears find their way out of the corner of your closed eyes, staining your cheeks, and you wish he was here to wipe them off your face, plant a kiss on your forehead and say how well you're doing for him.

I miss you so much, Fedya…

You feel getting closer to your orgasm as your fingers speed up, but the sensation isn't nice, not as much as it would be when he's the one helping you out; yet this is all you're going to get for now, so you shouldn't complain and just take it.

With a cry out of his name, you come. Arousal covers your fingers and you have no choice but to clean them up with your mouth. Your whole body stings and you just lie there, panting and half way through crying. What would he do if he was here? Would he scold you? Punish you? Or say something like...

"What are you doing?"

Until a few minutes ago, you thought that when he comes back, you'll jump into his arms, kiss his face over and over while telling him how much you've missed him, and that he should bring you along with him everywhere he goes; but now that he's actually here, you just want this to be a mirage.

It isn't.

You desperately open your eyes and tilt your head toward the doorway, only to look at the tall man standing there through your blurry vision.

Fyodor is as handsome and terrifying as ever. There's a bouquet of roses in his hand, and he's wearing his usual outfit, an Ushanka and a black cloak. Everything looks the same as ever, except for the look on his face.

You expect him to be angry, to shoot daggers your way; but through the violet shades of his penetrating eyes, you find another emotion; one that intimidates you more than his anger and sends shiver down your spin.

Disappointment.

You stay silent and keep staring at his figure with widened eyes. Fyodor doesn't scold you. After a few seconds, he slowly walks toward you and places the roses on the table, standing next to the couch.

"May I take a seat?"

You want the ground to swallow you whole.

"S-sure, do as you wish"

He calmly makes himself comfortable on the couch, while you nervously curl yourself up against your side. Feeling like you need to explain yourself, you want to say that it's not what it looks like, but you know you would only tie yourself up in knots. Besides, it's exactly what it looks like, and Fyodor isn't stupid.

With an expressionless face, he points at the flowers on the table.

"These are for you"

Roses are your favorite type of flowers. Sitting there with your legs crossed and your arms wrapped around your shins, you sense his thoughtful gesture to be a slap in the face. Guilt and fear makes your heart ache yet you don't have the guts to start crying again.

You didn't want him to come back. Not like this.

"Ah, thank you..."

He couldn't have heard you since you mumbled so quietly, but he's got sharp ears. You look unsure when you stretch your arms out to pick the flowers up, but when you sniff them, your face brightens up with delight.

"They are lovely"

"So, care to tell me why you were calling out for me like that?"

He's not going to let it slide, is he?

"Nothing. Where have you been?"

"Answering my question with another one? I see"

While you struggle to breath, he takes his Ushanka off and places it between you, and all you do is watching him carefully for a reason you're unaware of yourself, but he probably is, since he's a mine of information and knows every twist and turn of your brain.

"To answer your question, I could say I was tying up a few loose ends. But fill me in, dear; was I hallucinating earlier? Because, either I'm insane or you were just masturbating in our living room"

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but words seem to have been erased from your mind and your tongue doesn't roll in your mouth as it did before. When he doesn't hear a response, he flashes you a pitying look and shakes his head.

"No comeback? You're not even denying it"

How long was he standing there anyway? Was he there from the beginning? Because god, if he was then you don't want to face him ever again.

"You know dear, I thought that we should wait until we were in a better place; but if you're so eager... I shouldn't keep you waiting for so long"

Ah, what?

When he catches you staring at him, like you're unable to believe your ears, he merely smirks; standing up and taking the direction to your bedroom.

"Aren't you coming, sweetheart?"

"I'm... coming..."

You don't have a clue of what is going on, still, you've waited for this moment from the year dot; you won't be letting it pass this easily.

As you enter the bedroom, the sight of Fyodor taking his cloak off catches your eye. He takes a peek at you from the corner of his eye, only to find you standing next to the wall awkwardly.

"What are you waiting for? Get undressed"

"...Ok"

Stripping out of your clothes, you feel slightly embarrassed when your whole body is exposed to him for the first time, and his eyes scanning you up and down are not exactly helping.

Fyodor pauses a little, like he wants to say something but he's not sure if he should; then looks you in the eye.

"Get on the bed"

You obediently listen to his demand and lie down on the bed, getting excited when he follows you to hover on top of you. He gently cup your cheek with his hand, and cracks a smile.

"I don't think I've ever told you how pretty your eyes are, Darling"

You blush at his sincere comment that gives you enough courage to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down a little so that your lips are only inches apart. The idea of you initiating the kiss doesn't even cross your mind; Fyodor is the one in charge and he has to have control over everything. Thankfully, he's kind enough to not push you away this time, playing along by attaching his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. And you kiss him back with so much desire and longing, like you did every night before going to sleep in your imaginations. You won't be doing that anymore, now that you have the real thing.

Not only Fyodor doesn't stop you when he senses your hands on his body, trying to unbutton his shirt, he even helps you out with some of them. You smile into the kiss when you feel a certain "something" pressing against your core, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"You sure get cocky, But I don't blame you dear; you certainly taste nice"

"Mhm... Touch me more, Fedya"

The mans face breaks into a mischievous grin. He places his hand on your collarbone, lightly rubbing it with his thumb.

"You want me to touch you more, Darling? Where do you want me to touch you?"

His hand roams down on your body, until it reaches to your boobs, And cups one of them.

"Here? or..."

You let his limb wander on your body, thrill taking over you as you anticipate where its destination might be. A soft moan skips your lips when he finally cups your womanhood, fingers teasing your clit.

"Maybe here? Hmm?"

"Fedya…"

"Yes, honey?"

You look at him with plead through your dewy eyes.

"Stop teasing and just give it to me, ok? I've been waiting for so long..."

Fyodor briefly examines your face and his small slowly fades away. You feel shaken by his sudden change of mood, wondering if you said something wrong.

"I will; but, do you think you deserve to be touched? You looked like you were having so much fun with your own hands back then"

As his gaze pierce through your soul, you find yourself to be in dire straits. Despite the position you're currently in, you know you should rack your brain and say something acceptable, or else you won't see the light at the end of the tunnel, or even tomorrow anymore.

"I'm... Really sorry about that... I guess I was just under so much pressure, you looked like you weren't attracted to me and you were gone for a quite amount of time... But It won't happen again, You have my word. I really am sorry"

As you wait for him to react to your genuine confession, his stare becomes more gentle, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.

"I know you are Darling, I know you are"

His fingers lightly rub circles on your clit to make your mind go numb while he deeps his face in the place between the pillow and your ear, making you shiver every time his lips brush against your earlobe.

"Tell me y/n; which feels better? My hand or yours?"

You choke a moan out as his digits slide inside with the help of the arousal from your lewd activity earlier. They are longer than your fingers; longer, professional, and more importantly, they belong to him.

"Y-yours of course, Fedya"

"Good girl. That's what I thought"

Fyodor doesn't hurry anything. His moves are calculated, and with each shove, his fingertips hit just the right spot. As you whine and hold him closer, you think about something more exciting. When he can make you feel this good only using his fingers, god helps you when he unzips his pants and opens you up on his probably lengthy cock...

Which makes you brave enough to ask him, because if he fingers you for a little longer, you'll probably come and the chance to make him feel good will slip away from your hands.

"Fedya honey..."

"What is it, Love?"

"I need to feel you inside me"

His smile looks dazzling.

"Aren't I already inside you, dearest?"

"You know what I mean!"

Pulling his fingers out, you almost regret asking him to do so, but you try to comfort yourself since he's gonna stuff you with something better and you won't be feeling empty for long.

"Alright then; but first, open your mouth for me baby"

Deeming he probably wants to clean his digits up, you part your lips to help him out, but instead of fingers, he leans closer and abruptly spits in your mouth. You're stunned, but you still swallow it down your throat under the proud look in his eyes.

"So perfect for me, Myshka. Now, lie down and relax. Let me handle things from this point"

As if he wasn't already.

You can't believe your eyes when he uncovers his member from his pants. It's not the thickest cock, but the length is definitely quite something.

Fyodor smirks as he catches you staring. He adjusts himself on your entrance and casts an eye on your expression.

"Does my darling like what she sees?"

"Yeah..."

"I bet you'll like it more when I'm fucking your cunt"

Yeah, no shit.

With a bright groan, he pushes himself into your hole. Your pussy is slick enough to devour his dick, but also tight enough to send pleasure his way. He has a breather before thrusting in and out you, find the steady rhythm and the perfect place to hit inside, making your eyes roll at the back of your head.

While Fyodor does everything, holds you in place, sucks hickeys on your neck and rubs your right nipple with his fingers, all you do is whine, hug him tightly and hover your legs over his back. You would've felt disturbed by how cold his body was; but you don't feel troubled, not even the slightest bit. There is no way you would feel like that when he makes you feel so warm inside. Its not just about fucking- it's about him, coming back to you, to understand the pain you went through, and make the most memorable night as a reunion. In this cold bed, you find your body and your heart getting warmed up by this Russian man's love and affection.

Fyodor fastens his pace at plunging in your pussy, meanwhile his tongue rolls around on the sensitive spot on your neck. It's unbelievable how he knows your body like the back of his hand while this is the first time he gets to lay a hand on you. You don't know whether to moan at his cock pounding inside your tight cunt, or at how he doesn't stop marking you up as his belonging.

"A-ah... Fedya… I'm getting close..."

"I can feel it, love. C'mon darling, Come for me. Show me how much you like it when I make love to you"

His praises send you over the edge. You feel so close, this unholy feeling is so addictive and you never wanna let go. Your body is firing up, you start shaking and you're only a little away from your release; which you'll surely get there soon, with Fyodor whispering sweet things in your ear.

"You're doing so good, Milaya…"

"So pretty for me, sweetness"

"Come for me, baby"

"Come for me, beautiful"

"Come for me"

"Come for me"

"Come for me"

You are literally on the verge of breaking apart on his cock, one second away from releasing all over him and make a mess out of his lower abdomen. You close your eyes and ready to feel the orgasm wash over your stress and sorrow and make you complete again; but in a split second, you feel a tremendous amount of pain, due to the sudden emptiness of your hole.

You feel miserable when Fyodor's length leaves your orgasm undone, and when you open your eyes to know the reason, you're met with the emotion you were searching for not so long ago.

There's the anger and daggers he was saving from your stare, to let them appear at the right time.

Now.

"Do you think you deserve to come, y/n?"

All the warmth you were feeling a while ago, all the heat and certainty was gone; now it's only fear and pain, germinating in your heart, making your chest ache.

His look is dangerous. It's not just anger. It's everything. Fury, disappointment, disgust. For the first time since you met Fyodor, you feel so scared, to your fingertips.

His grip around your throat snaps you back into reality.

"I'm talking to you, slut. Do you think you deserve to come? After what you were doing on my couch, shamelessly touching yourself like some common whore?"

You don't say anything. You can't. You can't even breath. You can't even if he let's go of your throat. You just want to die.

"Ungrateful little bitch. You're so full of yourself. So needy and pathetic. It grosses me out. What do you want me to do? To treat you like the princess you are? To turn a blind eye to your scandalous behavior and make your every wish come true? You think you're still in your daddy's house?"

"N- no- no- I- no-"

His hand finally let's go of your throat, but just as you're about to gasp for breath, his palm lands on your cheek.

"Don't talk back to me. I didn't give you permission to talk yet"

You only stare at him with disbelief, unaware of the tears that have been falling from your eyes from the moment his attitude changed.

It was never about you.

Never about affirming you.

Never about comforting you.

From the very first moment Fyodor set foot in the house, he came to torture you.

"Do you know what happens when you misbehave, precious?"

He knew what you were doing. He has always known.

And yet, you love him with every inch of your soul. With every breath coming out of your lungs.

"Worthless woman. I should throw you out in the streets, where you belong to. You'll die eventually, if some guy doesn't rip your throat apart. Is that what you want, woman? You want freedom? Help yourself! Get out of my sight and never come back again"

"No! I'm sorry! I won't ever do that again! I promise- !- Please! Please- I swear- Please believe me, Fedya!"

Another slap, landing on your other cheek.

"Don't say my name with that filthy, disgusting mouth of yours. Know your place"

You don't say anything anymore. As he keeps stabbing you with heartbreaking words, you only sob and bite your bottom lip so that your whimpers wouldn't interrupt him.

Fyodor looks at your pathetic state, and clicks his tongue. He gets up and picks his clothes from the ground, shooting a warning glare at you.

"Now, I want to see you try to masturbate again"

And with that, he leaves you in the bed, shattered into pieces.

It will never be about you,

And you hate yourself for not hating this, until the day you die.

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