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hi umm, I’m so sorry if I’m disturbing u, or anything, but COULD U PLS DO dating Fukuzawa moodboard? He’s from Bungo stray dogs

Dating Fukuzawa Yukichi <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I’ve been gone for so long I’m so sorry!!! I’ve been on holiday but I’m back again! >:)

whatchu think about dazai n chuuya smut when they're drunk? thanks hehe <33

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, sexual content, pet names (belladonna/'donna, darling, doll, babydoll, good girl) drinking, drunk sex, rough sex, degradation, praise, teasing, dacryphilia, overstimulation, orgasm control, oral (m receiving), hints of oral (fem receiving) at the end, throat fucking, hints of multiple rounds in chuuyas part, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, belly budge, gagging, biting, hickeys, bruises, afab reader. MDNI, 18+ NSFW bellow the cut!

(✦) summary: sometimes they get a little too drunk and they just cant hold them back from such a pretty thing like you. 859 words~

(✧) a/n: this is self indument lmao, wrote dazais part during my maths class. might write jealousy smut after this

(✦) pairing: chuuya x fem bodied!reader, dazai x fem bodied!reader (separately)

(✧) listening to~ Kiwi by Harry Styles

chuuya was practically on you the second he pulled you out of the bar, peppering kisses along your neck and up to your lips as he locked the car door, shoving you down into the back seat of his experience car, the windows tint combined with the nights dim lighting making it near impossible to see into the car. you could taste the wine on his lips, the man's drunken, dazed murmurs lost on your drunken, needy thoughts. "damnit.. need you s'much, doll" his words are muffled against your neck as his hands moved to unbutton your pants and tug them down your thighs, your underwear coming with. he chuckles as he watches you squirm as the cold air hits your exposed cunt, and one of his gloved hands grab onto your hip in a near bruising grasp, his other hand undoing his belt, letting it fall to the cars flooring with a thump, his pants and boxers slid down his thighs. his hands grab at your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he bullies his cock into your tight pussy. "shit, darlin', your practically sucking me in.. god I need you... you gonna be a good girl? gonna let me fuck you dumb?" his words are slurred and muffled against your neck as he bites down suddenly, your breath hitching as he sucks hickeys onto the exposed skin of your neck, pushing your shirt collar down to leave even more marks. your pressed up against the window as he fucks you, his cock bruising your cervix and your body getting shoved further against car door. his hand slides up you shirt, over your belly, pressing down on the bulge that disappears and appears everytime he thrusts into you, groaning as he feels you squeeze around him tighter. "gonna cum, yea? well, hold it. be a good girl and don't cum till I tell you so." god, he's so mean, you can't help but whines and claw at his back, grabbing the fabric of his dress shirt and vest between your fingers. he only continues to press on the bulge, near entranced as he watched him slide in and out of you, slick squelching sounds filling the car, the pressure he puts on your tummy only making the knot in your stomach coil tighter, tears welling in your eyes as you claw and beg for him to let you cum, that you need to cum. he only growls and thrusts into you quicker, and you have no choice but to come undone on his cock, painting his pants and the leather seats below you in your arousal. he cums soon after, fucking your overstimulated, abused cunt, and you swear you've never felt so full, the way his cum feels in you makes you almost drunk off of the feeling alone, though it might be the wine in your system. "you think you could go another round, babydoll?"

you don't know how you ended up in this situation, dazai inviting you over under the guise of wanting to hand out after work, only to find yourself on the floor of his apartment, mouth stuffed full of his cock as your eyes water and your nails dig into his clothed thighs. "fuck.. yes, just like tha.. that.." his bandaged hand threads into your hair, shoving you further down onto his cock, making you gag as the tip bruises the back of your throat, and he groans as your throat constricts around him. he holds you there, thrusting his hips up as he fucks your throat, head thrown back in pure ecstacy. "god, 'donna, you'd put a call girl to shame with the way you choke on my cock.. you look so pretty like this, like a damn slut with the way your swallowing me so eagerly.." dazai isn't drunk, no where near it, only slightly tipsy. but you, you are, and it's rather easy to convince you into things while your minds fuzzed over with alcohol, your limbs tingly and thoughts unclear. his hand suddenly shoves your head all the way down, and he cums down your throat, leaving you have no choice to swallow the salty, thick ropes that paint your tongue and throat white. his hand moves from the back of your head to your chin, and he pulls you off his dick, your mouth separating from his tip with a wet 'pop!' his thumbs wipes the mixture of his cum and your spit off your bottom lip, and he kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. your mascara is smudged, a messy cloud of black around your eyes from your tears, and he only smudges it more when his thumb swiped under you eye. "you're so pretty when you cry..." he flips you into your back, earning a high pitched gasp from you, shimmying your pants off and nipping at your inner thighs, holding eye contact with you as he licks a fat stripe over your clothed cunt, bitting softly at your clit through your underwear, a smirk on his lips and a glimmer of something in his eyes. "why don't I return the favor, yeah?"

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dividers by @/cafekitsune

whatchu think about dazai n chuuya smut when they're drunk? thanks hehe <33

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, sexual content, pet names (belladonna/'donna, darling, doll, babydoll, good girl) drinking, drunk sex, rough sex, degradation, praise, teasing, dacryphilia, overstimulation, orgasm control, oral (m receiving), hints of oral (fem receiving) at the end, throat fucking, hints of multiple rounds in chuuyas part, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, belly budge, gagging, biting, hickeys, bruises, afab reader. MDNI, 18+ NSFW bellow the cut!

(✦) summary: sometimes they get a little too drunk and they just cant hold them back from such a pretty thing like you. 859 words~

(✧) a/n: this is self indument lmao, wrote dazais part during my maths class. might write jealousy smut after this

(✦) pairing: chuuya x fem bodied!reader, dazai x fem bodied!reader (separately)

(✧) listening to~ Kiwi by Harry Styles

chuuya was practically on you the second he pulled you out of the bar, peppering kisses along your neck and up to your lips as he locked the car door, shoving you down into the back seat of his experience car, the windows tint combined with the nights dim lighting making it near impossible to see into the car. you could taste the wine on his lips, the man's drunken, dazed murmurs lost on your drunken, needy thoughts. "damnit.. need you s'much, doll" his words are muffled against your neck as his hands moved to unbutton your pants and tug them down your thighs, your underwear coming with. he chuckles as he watches you squirm as the cold air hits your exposed cunt, and one of his gloved hands grab onto your hip in a near bruising grasp, his other hand undoing his belt, letting it fall to the cars flooring with a thump, his pants and boxers slid down his thighs. his hands grab at your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he bullies his cock into your tight pussy. "shit, darlin', your practically sucking me in.. god I need you... you gonna be a good girl? gonna let me fuck you dumb?" his words are slurred and muffled against your neck as he bites down suddenly, your breath hitching as he sucks hickeys onto the exposed skin of your neck, pushing your shirt collar down to leave even more marks. your pressed up against the window as he fucks you, his cock bruising your cervix and your body getting shoved further against car door. his hand slides up you shirt, over your belly, pressing down on the bulge that disappears and appears everytime he thrusts into you, groaning as he feels you squeeze around him tighter. "gonna cum, yea? well, hold it. be a good girl and don't cum till I tell you so." god, he's so mean, you can't help but whines and claw at his back, grabbing the fabric of his dress shirt and vest between your fingers. he only continues to press on the bulge, near entranced as he watched him slide in and out of you, slick squelching sounds filling the car, the pressure he puts on your tummy only making the knot in your stomach coil tighter, tears welling in your eyes as you claw and beg for him to let you cum, that you need to cum. he only growls and thrusts into you quicker, and you have no choice but to come undone on his cock, painting his pants and the leather seats below you in your arousal. he cums soon after, fucking your overstimulated, abused cunt, and you swear you've never felt so full, the way his cum feels in you makes you almost drunk off of the feeling alone, though it might be the wine in your system. "you think you could go another round, babydoll?"

you don't know how you ended up in this situation, dazai inviting you over under the guise of wanting to hand out after work, only to find yourself on the floor of his apartment, mouth stuffed full of his cock as your eyes water and your nails dig into his clothed thighs. "fuck.. yes, just like tha.. that.." his bandaged hand threads into your hair, shoving you further down onto his cock, making you gag as the tip bruises the back of your throat, and he groans as your throat constricts around him. he holds you there, thrusting his hips up as he fucks your throat, head thrown back in pure ecstacy. "god, 'donna, you'd put a call girl to shame with the way you choke on my cock.. you look so pretty like this, like a damn slut with the way your swallowing me so eagerly.." dazai isn't drunk, no where near it, only slightly tipsy. but you, you are, and it's rather easy to convince you into things while your minds fuzzed over with alcohol, your limbs tingly and thoughts unclear. his hand suddenly shoves your head all the way down, and he cums down your throat, leaving you have no choice to swallow the salty, thick ropes that paint your tongue and throat white. his hand moves from the back of your head to your chin, and he pulls you off his dick, your mouth separating from his tip with a wet 'pop!' his thumbs wipes the mixture of his cum and your spit off your bottom lip, and he kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. your mascara is smudged, a messy cloud of black around your eyes from your tears, and he only smudges it more when his thumb swiped under you eye. "you're so pretty when you cry..." he flips you into your back, earning a high pitched gasp from you, shimmying your pants off and nipping at your inner thighs, holding eye contact with you as he licks a fat stripe over your clothed cunt, bitting softly at your clit through your underwear, a smirk on his lips and a glimmer of something in his eyes. "why don't I return the favor, yeah?"

masterlist!

dividers by @/cafekitsune

Now, I don't write for Atsushi but.. there's just this sick part of my brain that goes, yandere Dazai and Atsushi in a poly with reader and, in pure Dazai fashion, he just puts all these fucked up, corrupt thoughts in Atsushis head about keeping you to themselves.. that the world is dangerous and filled with ugly, vile human beings that want too harm you... take you away from them.. and poor baby Atsushi, he's already had so much go wrong in his life.. so much trauma in that head of his that he constantly has flashbacks of.. he loves you.. and Dazais never lead him astray before, he must be telling the truth, that the only way too keep you safe is.. with them.. Atsushi's so sorry, but it's for the best..

𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒜𝓊! 𝒩𝑒𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝐹𝓊𝓀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓌𝒶 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 [𝐹𝑒𝓂]

“Growing up I was quite… lonely. I looked a lot like my mother, so Fukuzawa didn’t look at me. Or rather… he couldn't bear himself to look at me. He always preferred Ranpo and now that I’ve grown up, I understand why. But just because I understand doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, I just got used to it."

"I think back on the child I was and wonder how I turned out like this. Was there anything I could’ve done to change how I am now or was there really nothing I could do because it wasn’t my fault I turned out like this?”

"Hmm? Why do I call my father by his last name? Why not take a guess?"

“Every and all information is available at the right price.”

"Would you like to gamble with fate? How much are you willing to wager?"

"You'll lose your mind trying to understand mine."

"You've gotten weak."

"What's the prob? Dog."

"Morals? What's that?"

Character info:

Birth certificate name: Y/n Fukuzawa

Current legal name: Y/n L/n

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Ability: Cyberpunk

Vigilante name: Himitsu

Famously known names: The Damselette, The Fallen Angel, The Gambling Queen, The Queen of the Underground, The Smiling Shadow

Signature characteristics: Glowing purple eyes, Purple and Black Kitsune mask, Mechanical wings that are white on the left and black on the right, Purple and black gambling cards she leaves at her victims bodies

Backstory: Became a vigilante at 12, instantly gaining fame and support for assassinating men with pedophile and rape charges who are roaming freely, thus earning the name The Damselette. Is later seen at night clubs selling and gambling information, essentially becoming an information broker, thus being the Queen of the Underground as she is able to provide any information at all, even well known figures in the underground go to her for information. No one has ever seen Himitsu's real face completely as she is always seen wearing her signature purple and black kitsune mask, the most people have seen is her lower face. Also gained the name, The Gambling Queen, as she has never lost a gamble. The name, The Smiling Shadow, came from how her purple and black kitsune mask has a unique design in which it seems as though the mask is smiling widely.

Current life: Being the hacker/coder for the ADA. While also being Himitsu as her secret second life.

Close Friends?

pairings: fyodor dostoevsky x reader x nikolai gogol

contains: fluff, crack

wc: 370

a/n: RAWWHHH made this sily fic for a friend, also 'mas' means bro (it's javanese)

When Fyodor was sitting while reading and drinking his tea, surprisingly appeared a portal and a confetti 'popped' directly on his left face. He doesn't show any expression and continues what he's doing. Shortly after appeared another one on his right side. Fyodor doesn't respond, because he's used to both of your behaviour. Without any warning, the door to his room opened as if it had been broken into!

“MAS FEDYAAAA!”

Fyodor was looking at you full of revenge, but he only gave you a soft smile.

“Don't call me 'mas', name-san.”

“Oya? whatever you say..”

You let out a sigh, while Fyodor continued reading his book. You walked to his side and wrapped your right arm around his shoulder.

“What are you reading? Seems interesting,”

“Fedya-kun?”

“Mas Fedya?”

Fyodor clicked his toungue as a sign of annoyance. Afterwards, a man with white hair in braids appeared, Nikolai Gogol.

“name~ why are you here? you left me..” uttered with his dramatic face and tone. He immediately ran beside you, hugging around your neck. His face was full of envy and jealousy.

“Are you.. cheating?! You rather choose Dos-kun over me..?”

“If they preferred me, what's wrong?”

Fyodor joins in on the conversation too, holding the hand you clasped around his shoulder. You, who is currently between them being sandwiched is just silent, don't know what to answer. Your face immediately becomes red after what Fyodor said. You and Nikolai didn't have any relationship other than being close friends. Even though you both were really close and always flirt with eachother, but there wasn't anything special. It's the same with Fyodor, you guys are just close friends. The three of you are just close friends sigma too.

Well, it's normal that they both fight over you for their interests, but you didn't expect this

“Kolya, Fedya.. haha..”

“Look at their face. What do you think?”

“Waaa! Name-san, you're adorable!”

Nikolai immediately embraced tighter, and trying to release you from Fyodor. Fyodor realized what Nikolai was going to do, he immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, holding it. You just stay silent, let them both fight over you. You softly smiled and gave up.

“God, thank you for everything-”

“MY NAMEE!!”

“Name?!”

thank you for reading mwah mwah <3

what, darling?

pairings: fem!dazai osamu x fem!reader

wc: 340

contains: pinning, petnames

a/n: who's back⁉️ fem!dazai the women ever?? also for my friend again~ i have 0 knowledge of knifes.

An ordinary day doing the mission given by Port Mafia. You were given a mission to meet someone, well, someone you used to be partner with. You slowly walked to the sketchy alley, standing there afterwards. You looked at your watch, you were there on time. Footsteps, humming were heard. You turned around, looking at the figure that was walking to the alley, Dazai Osamu. A smug face was plastered on her face, her figure slowly reaching to you.

“Well, well, well isn't it the Dazai Osamu?” you commented, hands resting on your hips. She just chuckled, her arm waving at you, “Miss me, darling?”

“Me? Missing you? In your dreams.” you replied, your right hand slowly reaching under your skirt, pulling something that's hooking around your upper thigh.

She saw your hand going under, she smiled while looking at you, “Tsk, tsk. No violence, darling~”

“Why would I listen to you?”

“Because I know what you're trying to do.”

She was right, she was your partner back then, your closest friend for you lol. You gave her a small smile, before pulling a knife with your right arm, your left arm pushing her on a wall, pinning her. You took the knife around her throat, both of you having an eye contact. She saw this as a joke, while you saw this as a serious chance. You slide the knife around her throat to cut her bandages.

“Oh? You should’ve took me to a date first, love!” she joked, her face showing an excitement expression rather than fear.

You clicked your toungue in annoyance, rolling your eyes at her words. The knife on her throat was slowly deepen which showed a bit of blood coming from her throat.

“Stop calling me that.”

“What, darling?”

“That.”

Her face was now slightly dramatic of your sentence, wanting her to stop calling you petnames. She took her left hand on your right cheek, caressing it.

“Aw~ what's wrong with it, love? You don't like it?”

“I never said I didn't like it!”

Thank You for feeding us Sapphic Femzai lovers 🫶 your portrayal of Femzai had me giggling and blushing would you consider posting more releated Femzai content in the future?

kisses and hickeys

pairings: fem!dazai osamu x fem!reader

contains: suggestive, marking/biting, kissing, petnames

wc: 373

a/n: for femzai for my scrunklies!!

“So you do like it, huh?” she said in a teasing tone, still caressing your cheek.

You sighed letting go bringing your knife back under your skirt. You took a few step back, looking at her afterwards.

"Sure, ‘Samu.”

“Aww you're calling me that again!” she smiled, going closer hugging you. You just stood there, letting her embrace you into her arms. Her head was at your shoulder, which is near your neck. Before you said another word out of your mouth, her lips was attached on your neck. You immediately covered your mouth with right hand, while the other hand was around her neck. What's weird, you didn't even tried to push her away, it's like you accepted her doings. At first she was just giving pecks on your neck, but slowly starting to bite, marking you. Covering your mouth with your hand wasn't enough to hide your moans, you bite your lower lip, little blood coming out. After a moment, she looked up seeing you hiding your noises, she wasn't happy about it. She smirked before connecting her lips to yours, going for a kiss. The kiss wasn't even passionate, it was just full of lust. Your arms fully around her neck, trying to deepening the kiss, and it worked. She saw this as an opportunity and bit your lower lip which let her toungue insert your mouth. Her hands caressed your body, slowly reaching under your blouse. You mewled on the kiss, while she continued to fight for dominance. Then your kiss was released, both of you took a breath after the kiss earlier, saliva connecting. Her hands were caressing your body, it felt like heaven.

“a-ah, ‘samu..” you moaned, your face was fully red.

She chuckled at your expression, her hands were now resting on top of your bra.

“Aw! Look at you, being a goodgirl for me~” she said in awe, suddenly squeezing your chest, which in response you let another moan.

She only chuckled hearing your noises, it's like music to her ears. She enjoyed every second of this moment, she hold your chin making you look at her.

“Do you want to continue, love? If you do, please dont hide those noises from me, okay? Good girl~”

“ 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 .”

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character : dazai osamu

context : dazai falling for readers who’s gender-fluid (could be read as female or male reader)

authors notes : I thought about this like at 4 am with one of best friends and told my mootie patootie (@riiwrites ) and the forced me to writer at gunpoint /hj

warnings : ooc, implied bisexual dazai (literally the reason why I thought of this idea LMAO), gender neutral pronouns/no gender mentioned, probably not even proofread,, the more i write about it seems to lean into afab!reader,,, yosano mentioned, lmk if I missed any!

,, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓. 𝜚

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈, you wouldn't think he'd short-circuit over the "smallest" change. you, the reader, identify as genderfluid. normally, you dress in a more masculine style, favouring suits and ties or sweatpants (if too lazy go dress up ‘formal casual’ and oversized shirts to hide your chest. however, after a hard-fought victory taking down yet another criminal organisation, the city decided to honour the agency with an invitation to a fancy party at city hall. the thought of dressing up for such a grand occasion made you excited, and you decided that embracing your feminine side for the evening wouldn't hurt.

a few days prior to the party, you and yosano went shopping together. she suggested the outing under the excuse of needing new clothes, but it was clear she just wanted to gossip. after hours of browsing, she picked out a simple dress—a simple yet elegant dark red gown with a daring slit up the side of the leg. to add an extra touch of style, she insisted you pair it with a black choker that contrasted beautifully with the dress. you, on the other hand chose a classic suit that hugged your body nicely, you chose to wear black heels (they only added like one inch to your height) and again for extra style you added a silver chain that went around your belt loops.

on the night of the party, you put on a little makeup, nothing much but enough to enchance your features. your hair, usually in a simple style, was styled elegantly to complement your look. as you glanced in the mirror, you felt a surge of confidence and anticipation.

arriving at the party, the atmosphere was electric. the chandeliers sparkled above, casting a warm glow over the room filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and soft music. your colleagues from the agency were scattered around, mingling and enjoying the celebration. you spotted dazai across the room, his usual playful smirk in place as he chatted with a group of people.

as you made your way over, his eyes landed on you, and for a moment, he seemed to freeze. His usually quick wit and smooth charm faltered, and you could see a flicker of surprise and admiration in his eyes. He approached you slowly, his usual cocky demeanour replaced with genuine awe.

“well, look who came all fancy,” he commented on your appearance, “trying to impress someone with those charms.”

“not really, unless a certain person is, then maybe i am.” you replied back with a simple smile and small fade of red on your face.

He just hummed as he looked away, seemingly flustered by your comment.

you couldn’t help but chuckle at this sight, the ‘dazai osamu’, the ever-confident flirt, rendered momentarily speechless by your sudden appearance. What a sight to see.

authors additional note : ending kind of sucks ass but it’s okay

word count : 474

reposts are welcome but do not steal my work!