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when you confess to your crush only to get rejected, so your best friend steps in to comfort you <3

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the floor was a mess, phones and clothes hurriedly tossed off on it. the only sounds that could be heard were your pants and the creaks of the bed as it rattled with each thrust. your vision was blurry. you couldn't remember how you got here, or if this was even real.

he - your best friend - was on top of you, rutting in and out of you at an inhumane pace, occasionally muttering about how good you are to him and how your crush doesn't deserve the love you wished to give him.

you tried to reply, to tell him that he was right, your crush was a jerk. but instead you choked out a pathetic whine as he pinched your clit. he smiled, saying he was the one who deserved you more, because, well, look how well he fucks you. he can make you laugh, cry, whine, moan, all while muttering just a few phrases.

was this what you expected when you told him your crush rejected you? no. will you purposely get rejected again just to get this treatment? fuck, yes.

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DAZAI DAZAI DAZAI chuuya NIKOLAI fyodor GOJO SATORUU TOJI geto vanitas aizawa light MELLO levi EREN

"I Wanna Be-"

Dazai Osamu x reader

Summary: Rainy days are for remembering the good old moments with your bestfriend, who you have a lethal crush on, a confession of tears masked withing the downpour.

Word count: 1.2k

tw.: angst, angst with comfort at the end, fluffy end

The orange-ish dim glow of streetlights illuminating the vacant streets of Yokohoma, as the heavy rain clouds space out into the vast night sky, giving room for the moon to bleed out and shine like the sun at night.

He, too, was admiring the moon in all its shimering glory. Having a moment of silence for himself, he felt at ease, his soul is at peace while his mind is drowning in the sea of sorrow. His heart aching for the first time in years, that feel like centuries.

"Why didn't I react? What went wrong, I precalculated everything correctly? What...what went wrong? Why am I so cruel...I didn't mean to be cruel...I didnt mean to hurt you..."

The down pour, heavy, yet there's this weighing feeling deep inside you, a feeling of heartbreak rippingnyour heart apart in an agonizingly slow pace, a feeling that angers yet saddens that fast beating heart of yours that's being torn apart from the inside out, as if a secret that can't be kept for too long is fighting war battle for freedom.

You know the truth, or so you believe. He literally gave it to you, why must you... why must this stupid heart still long for someone who doesn't want anything to do with it?

Strolling along the soothing bay, admiring the city lights from afar, with your drenched hands in your, equally drenched pocket. The rain is pouring down harder, yet that seems to be the last of your concerns. The heavy rain clouds surrounding you is enough for anyone in close proximity to know that you're not doing well... unfortunately no ones near to make such discovery.

"Why did he word it like that? Did he truly mean it? He's never been so heartless in ages, let alone with someone as close as me...what have I done..."

The image keeps coming back in a series of constant replay, an unescapable nightmare.

The way soft lips spoke words your mind didn't process, because its full attention was on deciphering the meaning behind his eyes... those sky blue eyes that hold so much pain, so much wonder, so much knowledge...yet, the only emotion it displayed was...the lack of emotion. Blank. His eyes showed nothing, yes they were soft, and a faint hint of pity could be detected, but it's even more confusing wether that is self pity or not...

He was beyond shocked, taken aback, overjoyed even, yet something was holding him back...he felt guilty, he felt confused, he felt vulnerable, he felt as if he was letting you down...he knows you deserve someone better, someone happier, someone who's not an ex-executive mafioso who's currently working as a detective, not someone who drinks regularly and can't commit to staying alive. Ofcourse you deserved better! Even a foolish dog like Chūya would know that, so why didn't you understand?

Yet there you were, fighting back tears when he just left. He had straight up left you to cry on the cols, brittle side walk, with rain and tears pouring down your face.

Shutting your eyes in an attempt to drown out all of those useless haunting memories. Standing on the edge stairs, focusing on keeping a good balance, so you wouldn't end up drenched in dirty river water.

"Why is the water so...so soothing...maybe if I sit down and relax for a bit, I'll be fine..." body weight shifting from one foot to another as if you were loosing conscious, but due to the skull shattering heavy down pour accompanied by spine shivering gales. Stepping a step lower into the water, your shoes were completely submerged, a cold shiver shot up your spine as you froze in place.

It felt good, for now it feels tranquil.

Deep breath in, Deep breath out...

...a familiar, contrast to the weather's temperature, warm scent of cigarette smoke, a little booze...dull mint...green tea... and home. The smell of home.

And before you knew it, you let him pick you up bridal style, carrying your cold body all the way back up onto the main road, even there he didn't let go, gripping you tightly to his chest, avoiding eye contact.

He somehow managed to carry and hold up an umbrella over the two of your, fresh rain-water drenched, heads.

Facing each other for the first time in what felt like, eternity. You two have faced off many times before, but this...this one feels different. Drastically different.

Emotions come into play here, strong emotions.

He never meant to make you cry, he never meant to hurt you, yet here you were hesitating wether to hold him close or keep an arms length distance between you two. Even though the tension in the air was as dense as winter snow, he held the umbrella out for you, covering your head, exposing his own.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I am so sorry." Head held low, his voice strained, he was trying his best not to crack. His voice was shaky. Shivering, even though he was way better dressed than you for the weather.

Dazai Osamu, ex executive at the Port Mafia, currently working as a detective for the Armed Detective Agency, a man with mind that of hundreds, yet body of one. One of the strongest people in Yokohoma.Someone who drank his sorrow, his pain away...was here apologizing?

By this time, his hand was shivering, from the cold? Or the fear of rejection. The fear of loosing someone so close to him, his other half ( sorry Chūya), someone who, almost, knows every secret about him. He can't let you go...you know too much.

Embracing him as a form of apology was an unspoken rule between you two. Through out the years of hatred and comradery, whenever there was a disagreement you'd agree to disagree in a civil way.

He gripped you tighter, stronger, closer. Instead of his usual delicate and gentle manner, he was more...direct, blunt. His head resting on your shoulder, nuzzling closer into you nape of your neck, his breathing was unsteady, rapid. He is afraid of letting you go, he is afraid you'll leave, again, but for real this time...he...he wants you to stay. He wants you to be there with him. He wants you to be his, he finally processed the information, but by then you had already left him...he doesn't want that again.

The umbrella collecting rain on the ground, very well forgotten, while Dazai was being vulnerable, letting his guard down, showing that he fully trusts you.

"Please..." his voice croaked, trying his best to regain composure. " I'm sorry...don't ever leave me...I need you..."

Hugging you tighter, his voice was muffled, faint sobs could be heard from him. All you could do is reciprocate. Holding him up, kissing his forehead and whispering an endless string of consoling words filled with love and comfort, what he needs the most right now.

He needs you.

DazaiXReader Fluffy Angsty Smut Warning

“Dazai, are you happy? I don’t think I have ever seen you genuinely smile like that.” Mori asked as he watched him from the office chair grin down at his phone.

Dazai’s eyes flickered up and for a second Mori could tell his mind had wandered elsewhere then a small shake and he was back in the present. “I don’t know? Is this what this feeling is? She makes me crazy with it…” Dazai says quietly.

Mori observed him not sure if this was a good shift for one of his best enforcers. Though he still cares about those who worked for him so he gave a warning, “Don’t let this Y/N become a distraction.”

Dazai quickly lost the silly expression on his face and the cold stare he was used to returning. “Aww don’t worry! I’m still your ruthless hitman boss!” Mori nodded satisfied yet made sure to make a note of his unusual behavior just in case.

“You know sometimes I forget she exists even when she is in the same room with me.” Dazai returns to his rambling and Mori raises an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Mori asks, a bit confused. It seems this woman had him head over heels yet he feels this way.

“It’s hard to put into words…” Dazai mutters looking back down at the picture Chuuya had just sent him. Since he would be busy he had asked him to take her somewhere fun. Apparently they had decided on an aquarium. Chuuya had sent an image of her absentmindedly staring at a stingray. Her mouth slightly agape and eyes sparkling. He knew that face well it was the one she made right before she went on an overexcited explanation of something she cared about.

“Well who is on your list today boss?” Dazai put away his phone, tucking away the small bit of peace so that he could focus. Letting his thoughts numb down until there was nothing. Erasing the thought of her calling out his name just last night after letting him mentally break down a few more of her walls. The process to become the monster he was expected to be was taking longer than normal nowadays…

But he knew if he failed Mori would ensure that whatever bit of love he had found would be removed. Distraction… Please don’t become a distraction…

The Previous Night

Dazai was sitting on the couch completely focused on some show as the strange woman he let into his life sits quietly beside him. The room had been completely silent for over an hour yet he felt so at ease. It was an odd feeling.

So much so that his thoughts must have shown on his face because her finger was now pressed gently on his arm. Dazai smiled, “I’m ok, pretty girl…” She studies him for a few more seconds as if to read if that was the cause and then smiles back.

“Why do you do that?” Dazai was suddenly curious at the strange way she consoled him. Why wouldn’t she verbally ask him if he was ok? He clenched his fist when her face darkened as if caught in a horrid memory. “Tell me lovely. Please. I am not making fun of you. I am just curious.”

“Most people find it annoying because I ask too much. I guess this developed as a way to check on someone that was not too invasive and loud.” She said her eyes drifted away from his face and he frowned. He gently lifted her chin to face him again.

“They would get angry with you?” He asked and she just nodded. “Who?” Dazai flinched at his dark tone but he couldn’t control the urge to hurt those who had wronged her. This kind soul is jaded and haunted by her past.

“I mean a lot of people.” She laughs and he tries not to growl. Recognizing she was using humor to mask her discomfort. “Dazai, it's fine. I will get my shit together eventually.” Again she giggles but he doesn’t seem to think it’s very funny.

“It’s not ok Y/N.” Dazai muttered as he gently stroked her cheek. Her eyes widened in surprise at his softening demeanor. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that….” Dazai’s hand falls as he realizes he was more of a beast than human. He was not deserving of that sweet and cherishing look she had given him. He was not supposed to have someone like her care about him.

Suddenly she is kissing his face all over and he is completely knocked backwards. When her lips claim his he is breathless. When she pulls away all he can do is stare, mouth slightly parted, “Sorry I got carried away. I just couldn’t help myself.” She said, embarrassed. “Don’t look at me like that…” Again another small laugh.

Dazai feels her try to pull away but she had him entranced now and he was keeping her close. His arms encircle her waist and he pulls her on his lap. “Dazai!” She shouts playfully but he refuses to let go.

“How did I look at you?” His words are muffled as he presses his face against her chest nuzzling. Her heartbeat picked up and he could tell she had gotten a bit flustered by the way she pushed down slightly grinding into him. Dazai controlled himself but the sensation was making it hard.

“I don’t know; like as if I was the most precious thing ever.” Again sarcasm hid her fear, as if she was always mentally preparing for rejection. Not knowing that he thought she was too good to be true.

Dazai looks up at her and pulls her down so he could place a kiss on her shoulder. Holding in a groan when he felt her shiver. “To me you are.” He whispers into her ear and he watches her take a sharp breath. “I will never stop reminding you of that.”

“Dazai…” She called his name like a moan and he felt the tension snap inside of him from the simple sound.

“I thought I was already crazy but Y/N you somehow made me even more deranged…” His voice came out raspy this time his eyes felt heavy with lust. She squirms against him as his hands travel up her sides. She makes the cutest sounds as his hand travels lower now to squeeze her ass. “You can’t be so cute… It’s dangerous…”

Before she could respond he kissed her deeply. She whines into his mouth and her fingers now threading into his hair keeping him close until they both gasp for air. “I’m going to move you on your back now treasure…” Dazai said through labored breathing. She nods with no hesitation and it makes him lose his composure for a second. The way she trusted him…

Dazai gently lays her back and groans at the look in her eyes as she stares up at him. He felt like wrapping her up and shielding her from anything. The logical part of his mind told him the only real danger to her is himself. “Dazai…” Again she calls out to him and he curses to himself.

“You make it hard to regret what I have done…” He mindlessly mutters but she reaches out a hand, her thumb tracing his jaw and smiles. “I’m so weak…” He almost whimpers but pulls himself together as he removes her shorts. Her eyes widened, not expecting this so soon.

“Wait let me…” She begins to speak but he growls and covers her lips with his large hand. She mumbles and protests against his palm. He kisses the side of her neck tenderly enjoying the soft mewl sound she makes.

“Such a people pleaser my sweet Y/N…” He whispers and loves the way she shivers under him from his low voice. “You always are the one begging to take care of me. To make me feel good.” Though he is stopping her from speaking he sees the look of defiance in her eyes.

“Ah ah… don’t try to say other wise. I have learned your ways sweetheart. Tonight it’s going to be a bit different.” Dazai says endearingly and she freezes a bit. “Tonight you are going to tell me exactly what you want. Exactly how you need me.” He bites down softly on her ear. “Ok…”

Dazai glares down at her, the intensity telling her there was no room for her to be stubborn. She must have understood how serious he was because she simply nodded and he moved his hand. “I’m going to taste you now sweetheart. I want you to cum on my tongue. Crave it…”

Y/N adorably bit her lip in anticipation and a bit of nerves. He could see her mind scolding her and telling her to be self conscious. He also saw her fighting against the thoughts as he lifted her shirt above her head. He studied her body taking in every delicate detail until she pouted. “What is it?” He teased and she huffed.

“Well taste me then…” Her voice desperately hummed and it made him clench his fist. “You said you would do what I wanted…” He felt a sharp pang in his chest. Dazai thought maybe it was his god-like ego being taken down a peg. If anyone else tried to order him around he would have snapped. But in this moment he wanted nothing more than to give in.

“Let me spoil you a while first. I promise you will enjoy it.” Dazai whispered, his voice a bit distant. He leaned over her and they simply gazed into each other's eyes. Others may deem him a god but he was a simple and pathetic worshiper when it came to the peculiar being under him. “Let me kiss away my sins…” He muttered softly. “Wash them away with your sweet sounds…”

He gasps when she pulls down his neck and kisses him deeply. So much was said between them at that moment without any words. Both of them cling to each other. As if they were each other's life boats in a dangerous sea. Neither one is ready to admit all the harm that has been done to them or from them. It was rare to live in the moment but when they were together they grasped it with fragile hearts.

With each halted breath and messy swipe of their tongues they spoke everything they couldn’t say out loud. Both of them assumed this was temporary. Used to things being taken from them. “Now…” She whispered softly… “taste me now…” He groaned his hands squeezing her hip to hear the sweet sound that escape her lips.

He bit her neck and sucked harshly, enjoying her nails digging into his shoulder. “That’s it, mark me up…” Dazai growled, licking the dark bruise he left himself on her thin skin. He lost it when she started grinding up into him. “I had no idea my baby could be so greedy… So impatient…”

“You don’t mind…” She says softly pushing his head lower he takes the opportunity to suck and lick on each of her nipples. Her body arches up into his. “Do you?” She tries to seem confident but under the slightly threatening tone he recognizes hesitation. As if he would punish her for her brazenness. He ignores the anger that bubbled up thinking about who made her doubt herself in such a way.

Dazai slowly traces one nipple with a finger while his tongue slowly drags along the other. Then looks up at her, her eyes waiting for his response, dilated with lust he could still see that she had not given into it. “Not at all… use me please…” He growls and she groans. Her hand then pushes his head down lower and he gladly leaves kisses down her stomach.

He smiles against her lower stomach as she gets more aggressive. He sticks out his tongue and lifts up her hips. Then runs it along her already wet folds. He feels her body loosen up and open wider for him. He felt a fondness creep up and he increased his pace, now sucking at her clit. “This is what you wanted right…” His voice sounded strange and unrecognizable.

“Yes… yes…” Again she shoves him back down and he gives in gladly to her physical demand. Eating her out as if he had been starving. He sighs when he feels her cum on his tongue. Her body relax and head falls back satisfied.

“That’s not all is it?” He asks as his finger slowly traces the outside as his thumb now teases her nub.

“No…” She breathed, she looked down and a fierceness was in her gaze. “More…” Dazai contained the urge to fuck her then and there. Instead he pushed his long finger deep inside her throbbing pussy enjoying the whine she let out.

“Yes ma’am…” He moaned and began thrusting up rubbing along her spongy walls. Trying to memorize the feeling. His tongue back to lick along the outside as she bucked against him. He watched as she rubbed her nipples. The sight was so lewd he felt his mind slipping at the sight. His pants felt painful now as his cock throbbed for attention.

“Mmm…” Dazai used his frustration as motivation to see her cum once again. It did not take long to feel her cunt pulsate and a sharp scream of pleasure echoed off the walls. “That expression… only for me… I love it….” He sounded crazed but she smiled for him. Her hands reach up to cup his face and drag him back for a sweet kiss.

“Fuck me…” She whispered against his lips and he smirked. He stood up and undressed. She did not take her stare from him and it was breathtaking.

“How do you want me and where?” He asked, a bit embarrassed by how needy he sounded. This made her giggle.

“You're so cute. Look how badly you want me…” She no longer holds doubt in that tone as she sauntered over to him. Standing a few inches apart her hand runs down from his neck, down his chest to his stomach. Then finally they wrap around his hard cock, her thumb caressing the precum and spreading it along his tip.

He doesn’t complain no matter how badly his instinct was telling him to pick her up and fuck her against the closest wall. “Your being so good for me Dazai…” Her smirk was pure evil but he loved it. She stops stroking him and he can’t help but growl. Then she takes his hand and laughs, pulling him out of the living room and into the bedroom.

When she lets go he stands in the middle of the room waiting. His whole body tense like a predator ready to attack at any minute. His eyes watching as his prey climbs onto his bed. Those big innocent eyes and pouting lips were the most enticing thing in the world.

He watches as she gets on all fours and arches her body for him. “Fuck me from behind. I love when your fingers dig into my hips…” He did not need to question her clear instructions. Without a second thought he almost ran to the bed. He pushes her back lower and she spread herself wider pressing her ass against his hips in anticipation. “You make me weak in so many ways…”

They both gasp as he slowly pushed in. Her moans were now unbridled and she did not hold back as he buried his dick balls deep. She tried not to move away even though he knew his large size was pressed against her cervix.

“Move!” she snarls animalistically and all consciousness is lost. He yanks her up by the base of her neck and kisses her sloppily. Then drops her back down roughly taking hold of her hips. Relentless he pounds into her and she praises him as her fingers desperately grasp his sheets.

The way her cunt sucked him in and the sounds of her wetness being pushed around was maddening. He wanted to say how she was his and that he belonged to her. To break her mind so much that she agrees to it. “Dazai… hah… Feels so good…” She cries out and he realizes she has just as much ownership over him. That she had somehow broken into his space. That he would follow her anywhere.

Her pussy squeezes his cock and his head falls back. As she comes undone knows he won’t last too much longer. His body spasms and he begins to pull out but she whimpers, “No inside…” He holds on to her tightly shoving as far as he could go and releases, a strangled moan escapes his lips as he tries to keep upright. Both of them were sweaty and heaving for air.

He misses the warmth when he removes himself from her and they groan. Dazai lays next to her and she turns her head to look at him. Both of them smile as he brushes hair out of her face. “I’m not done with you mister…” She laughs.

“Ooo yeah…” Dazai teases and she nods cutely. He wants to tell her that he loves her. That he wants to shield her from the world but give her the world all at once. But he doesn’t because he knows they are scared deep down. “Where and how?”

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MIDNIGHT RAIN — OSAMU DAZAI ✧

↺ synopsis: dazai's melancholia is addicting.

↺ details: dazai x reader. nsfw. smut to angst. mentions of alcohol and smoking. established relationship.

↺ a/n: i'm actually so proud of the second to last line,,, you should read just for that specific line + thanks for 1300!

dazai's a stressed man — that's what years upon years of living in environments as active and tense as the mafia and the agency would do to anyone. so on the somewhat rare occasions that dazai softens around you, it's not a problem for you to oblige him.

ever since the two of you started dating, you haven't had a free night to yourself. nights that were once spent on the couch are now spent following dazai through the scarcely lit parts of yokohama, the only illumination of his figure being the soft rays of twilight bleeding from the sky.

on your little nights out, he never lets go of your hand. whether it's to tug you along cobblestone pathways or comfort you in the alleys you used to avoid, his fingers are always threaded through your own.

the more comfortable he gets with you, the more touchy he gets. dazai's arms seem like they were made to wrap around your waist, and you can't help but feel like a part of you's missing when his fingers aren't tangled with your own.

dazai's good with his words, and even better with his hands. only someone as adroit as dazai could make you see stars on your bedroom ceiling with just his fingers.

on nights when the agency works him like a dog, it's all you can do to keep your heart from melting when you see the way he falls asleep in your arms. for him, your touch is dangerously drug-like — something like a sedative, as he tells you the morning after.

dazai wouldn't have it any other way — he'd rather be addicted to you than to cigarettes or alcohol. and, lucky for him, he finds out after your first night in his sheets that you even taste better too.

one crisp evening after one too many glasses of whiskey, dazai's lips find their way to your collarbone, brushing across your skin in an almost ghost-like manner. the way he's holding himself back is almost painful to watch — the longing in his eyes plus the way he flexes his fingers pulls out a plea for him to just touch you from your lips.

one thing leads to another, and within a couple minutes your clothes are discarded to who-knows-where and all you can think about is how good dazai is to you.

and yet, even an hour later, he's holding himself back. despite being under the influence, dazai retains enough of his mind to resist the growing urge to fuck you to his heart's content. only after your pleas turn into full-on begging does he give in, deftly pushing your legs apart and sliding in effortlessly, mumbling praises on just how well you're taking him.

dazai eats you out like a man starved — when you convince him to fuck you with his tongue, he's ravenous. to him, you taste like heaven, and to someone who's certainly going to hell, he can't help but savor the taste of the paradise he'll never set foot in.

someone with such a tainted past like him doesn't deserve such a good girl like you. you shouldn't have to bear any part of the burden that rests on dazai's shoulders — it's not your fault he's so attracted to you.

that's a lie. the blame can only be put on you for being so accommodating, so comforting, so fucking perfect — at least, that's what dazai tells you from his spot in between your legs.

the pornographic sounds that the two of you make over the course of the night fluctuate every time one of you goes over the edge, mind swamped with nothing but thoughts of the other.

the night goes by too fast, marked by love-drunk kisses and nearly-spilt glasses of whiskey. neither of you has any idea how it started or how it'll end — the rumpled sheets tangled in between your legs is enough.

promises of i'm yours fall from both of your lips as the high starts to fade and your breaths start to slow, sleep tugging at the backs of your minds.

as the view around you fades to black, a last whisper slips through your lips. just before your eyes flutter closed, you relish the look of surprise on your boyfriend's face — it's exceedingly rare to catch dazai off guard, and for you, the person he thinks he understands the most to do so? impossible.

and yet the six words you murmur as your head hits the pillow leave dazai open-mouthed for a moment. he's speechless. the words themselves aren't much, but the meaning behind them is everything.

all good things come to an end — as a member of two of the most perilous organizations in yokohama, dazai knows this all too well. being surrounded by death and danger for half your life tends to destroy one's faith in destiny, and yet, as dazai watches you fall asleep on his chest, he dares to let himself hope against all odds.

all good things come to an end, but hopefully, this won't. he's invested far too much into this for it to crumble — if the worst happened, he'd never love again. it wouldn't be worth the risk, not if someone as perfect as you managed to slip through his fingers. he couldn't lose you, too.

so when he hears his thoughts mirrored on your lips, something in dazai's heart breaks. all his life, he'd been taught that permanence was a false promise. everything ended, good and bad, eventually. dazai had been taught to cut people off before they could hurt him, but for you?

if loving you was pain, then by all means, consider him a masochist.

"i hope i never lose you."

a/n: cornelia street is the best song off lover,, fight me. also yeah this is inspired by cornelia street but i wanted to make it more melancholic. i really enjoyed writing this ><

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Happy Dazai day :)

A small fluffy drabble for my favorite boy's bday :)))

Dazai X Fem!reader

Smut under the cut

Word Count:0.2K

The sensation of his cold fingertips on your soft skin, the shivers he was sending down your spin everytime he locked eyes with you;

It was different. It felt different.

He didn't want to let go this time. He wasn't doing this out of manipulation or scheme; or else there weren't any logical explanation for how tight his fingers were imprisoning yours.

Maybe you felt the same way. Maybe you were also drowning yourself in the aura of his deep chocolate eyes, without making any attempt to rescue yourself. Maybe it was the reason why were wrapped around his waist so tightly.

Maybe you also didn't want to let go.

Hi thrusts were as fast as before. Not because he wanted to get it over with, but to fulfil his desire for you, to make you his. It was crazy how thirsty he was for you, how his name sounded so perfect coming from your mouth, how desperately you were holding him.

To him you were delicate, unrealistic, and extremely shandy. Like a small fairy who came down on earth, just for him.

It was unbelievable how bad he wanted to protect you.

Yeah...maybe he could make an exception this time, and stay the night, only to cage you in his arms, more.

You would understand that, right...?

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Men whose favorite sight is you on your knees in front of them, gagging harshly as you struggle to take them all in. Their hand slowly reaches for your cheek, just to wipe your ruined mascara off your pretty face; admiring how your tears won't stop shedding from your eyes. Oh how well you're taking them, all dressed up in a nice laced lingerie that shows off your breathtaking skin a little bit too much, and how much they love your stubbornness when you take milking them down your throat as a challenge, and try to give them as much pleasure as you can. They can never get enough of your glassy eyes that's focused on them, trying to record every little groan you earn by sucking them off in your mind. Nothing would compare to the moisture of your wet mouth; and how the tip of their length hits the back of your throat every time you gulp their cock. Men who would whimper unconsciously as they worship their s/o's messy hair, wondering how they got this lucky to be stuck with someone as stunning as you.

"Look at you baby, taking me so well. You're such a compassionate one, aren't you? God, just like that baby; promise I'll return the favor and express my gratitude once you're done making me feel good. My my; didn't know you were such a crybaby. Are you that desperate for my cock? Fine then; I guess I can't- Ah- resist you when you look this pretty kneeling against me, can I?"

DAZAI, Chuuya, Tachihara, Ranpo, NIKOLAI, VANITAS, ATSUMU, SUNA, Iwaizumi, OIKAWA, Osamu, Sugawara, KUROO, Tendou, Kunimi, Inosuke, GOJO, Sukuna, GETOU, Baji, Draken, Mikey, MELLO

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

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Calling them "Daddy"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai, Akutagawa, Atsushi, Fyodor X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Suggestive content, Pet names (Baby girl, Dove, etc)

Word Count: 1.1K

A/n: Some of these are based on some TikTok vids I've seen before, so credit to them lol

↳Chuuya Nakahara

"Can you help me with the zipper, daddy?"

Chuuya choked on his wine as he started coughing rapidly, with you watching him having a big smile on your face.

"What did you say to me?"

"I said can you help me with the zipper?"

"No no after that" He shook his head and came closer to you, looking at you eagerly "What did you say after that?"

"Oh you mean daddy?" you rolled your eyes playfully, hands reaching for his bowtie to fix it. "What? Aren't you my daddy?"

"I'm your daddy" He grinned and pulled you closer to himself just to lift you up, which you collaborated by wrapping your arms around his neck. "I like that, keep calling me that"

"Ok daddy"

Chuuya was losing it when you planted a kiss on his cheek, as if your coquetry wasn't enough already.

"Yeah keep calling me that and we'll never leave the bedroom again, baby girl"

↳Osamu Dazai

"Welcome back, daddy" You walked toward your boyfriend and his colleague who were sitting on the couch in the living room. He raised his head with a smirk and stared at you smugly.

"Thanks, Bella. Daddy has had a very long day"

"Oi! Are you two for real" Kunikida protested with a sharp tune, only for Dazai to ignore him while stretching his arms out.

"Ugh I'm exhausted! C'mon baby girl, come give daddy a massage"

"I can't believe you guys. So shameless" Kunikida got up and walked away, with your eyes following him until he exited the room.

"Let's go to the bedroom now, shall we Bella?" The brunette beamed as he placed a hand behind your back, guiding you to your shared bedroom.

"Didn't you want a massage, Osamu?"

"You can do better than a massage, baby girl" His hand squeezed your ass from behind. "Also, call me by my name one more time and you'll get a hard punishment. You don't want daddy to be disappointed, do you?"

↳Nikolai Gogol

"This meal is so sour! Don't you think so, daddy?"

Nikolai raised his head from the plate, smirking at how lewd you were to call him that in a public place. He was also turned on of course, so he put his hand under his chin while staring at your face which had a hidden smile on it.

"You think so, Dove?" "Yeah! I can't believe how expensive it is when it tastes so awful! Seriously daddy, these people are trying to scam us. You should teach them a lesson"

"Oh I will do anything for you Dove" He got up from his seat, placing his head next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine every time his lips made contact with your ear. "I will kill them all. No one has the right to upset my Sugar cube"

"Oh daddy~" Placing a kiss on his cheek, you smiled innocently at the tall man beside you. "You would do that for me?" "I would" "Then, I'll have to show my appreciation to you somehow, right?"

"Don't you worry your little head about that" Nikolai caressed your hair while imagining all the things he was about to do to you in the restaurant's bathroom. "I've already figure out the perfect way for you to repay me, baby girl"

↳Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Akutagawa had literally zero experience when it came to dating before meeting you, so when he heard the word "Daddy" slip from your mouth, he only got confused.

"What?"

"I said what do you want for dinner, daddy?"

His eyebrows twitched and he looked at you with perplexity in his eyes. "Why... Why would you call me that?"

"Well... What do you think?" You winked at him playfully, finding his reaction cute.

"Is it because I remind you of your dad?" "What? No! Ewe!" "Then why else would you call someone daddy other than your biological father?!"

"You know what just forget it" You shook your head with a soft smile and went back on cutting the onions again, thinking you had a lot of things to teach this charming inexperienced adorable man.

↳Atsushi Nakajima

Drops of blood shot out of his mouth the second he heard you calling him "Daddy". His face turned as red as a tomato, blood rushing to his veins from embarrassment.

"Wha- Why- I- stop messing with me y/n!"

"What?" You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling playfully while giving his neck a small lick. "You don't like it when I call you daddy?" "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that..."

"Awww! Is my daddy being shy?" Shortening the gap between the two of you, you got closer to him until there were only a few inches between your lips. He was still embarrassed, but there was a new feeling growing inside him. A new one that made him impatient when you took your time to tease him.

"Don't be like this, daddy. You like it when I call you that, don't you?"

Yeah, as inappropriate as it was, he would be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"C'mon daddy, show me how much you like it when I call you that"

"You're going to be the death of me y/n" is what he says before slamming his lips on yours.

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

"I'm sorry that I spilled water on you, Fedya" You said with fake embarrassment, standing in front of your husband who was sitting on the couch. He was a tiny bit irritated, but he didn't want to make a fuss about it.

"It's ok. Be careful next time"

"That's it?" You reply curiously "Aren't you gonna punish me for being distracted, daddy?"

Fyodor's eyebrows rose with surprise, but soon a small smirk found his way to his lips. "Oh? So you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking abou- Woah!"

He suddenly pulled you on his lap, starring into your eyes as his thumb caressed your bottom lip gently. "You're being naughtier than usual, Myshka. Is that how desperate you are for my attention? To the point that you're willing to ruin my clothes? Maybe you do need to be punished"

Well, that night you definitely did got the attention you were yearning for.

Reblogs are appreciated!

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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"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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TW: NSFW content, nipple play, Suggestive content, Established relationship

Men whose obsession with your boobs gets a bit out of hand.

Whenever he comes back from work, he plants a kiss on your clothed chest saying "Hello boobies" after giving you one on your forehead. He's totally unfamiliar with pillows, and he doesn't plan on getting to know them, because why would he? When he can lean his head on your boobs, wrap his arms around your waist and listen to the calming sound of your heartbeat?

When he's having his way with you, you can't help but to moan at the way his tongue rolls around your sensitive nipples, until you're yearning to feel them against your lips. He knew that your boobs were like drugs, but he never knew they were the most addictive kind.

You flinch whenever his hands find their way to your breasts in public and scold him about it later; but he just can't help it! It's right there! And it's all his! Why wouldn't he appreciate what's his?

He laughs, cries and breathes into your breast. They're his comfort zone and no one dares to blame him.

So, how can you be insecure about them? When he cherishes them like his life?

DAZAI, Chuuya, Ranpo, NIKOLAI, Jouno, NISHINOYA, SUGAWARA, KUROO, LEV, Bokuto, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, GOJO, Itadori, Todo

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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Love Like Cherry Blossoms

—Osamu Dazai X Fem!Reader

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.

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Fantasy, Humor

Warnings: Mentions of male genitals, Coming out of coma, Body swapping

Word Count: 1.5K

A/n: This chapter is based on the webtoon "Turn to prince charming", which is where I got the original idea from. It's available on webcomics if you're interested!

Series Masterlist ⇝ Part Two

Vacuity.

It's what you've been feeling for... How long? You're not exactly sure, but it seems to be quite a while from the looks of it.

This place seems... Unfamiliar. Numb, senseless, and disturbing. You're floating around in a blank space you don't recognize, the light is blocking your vision and no matter how much you struggle, you can't move a single inch. This torpidness is illogically painful, you want to cry but there's no such thing as tears coming out of your eyes. It's only fear, tediousness, and irritation. But what hurts the most is...

You don't know what to do to free yourself from this nightmare.

Wake up.

It's a new voice coming from behind, and it feels so holy that you almost think it's a figment of your imagination and turn a blind eye to it; but you keep hearing it continuously. It's calling out to... You probably, since you're the only one who's present; but that's why you're confused.

Someone else has stepped into this dismal dimension.

...Actually, no; he was probably here from the beginning. He's been watching you from the very start, and after all the time you tried to run away from the blinding lights, now he wants to offer you a hand and help you out.

About time.

You look around, desperately searching for any sign of life and moving thing, but there's no one here except you, yet the voice doesn't stop echoing in the space.

Wake up.

You want to take his hand and run away with him, but you can't see any hand stretched out to hold yours and help you up. His voice comes from a very close distance, like he's whispering it next to your ear. Even though you cant see him, it doesn't scare you; it caresses your soul, comforts your broken heart, and kisses your spiritual scars.

You want to see your savior.

You cry out for him. Your throat stings and you cry out again and again, but nothing changes; except for his sentence becoming longer.

You should wake up.

And that's when you finally meet his cold, gorgeous hazel eyes; and through his bright, rueful smile, you suddenly realize the truth.

He isn't your savior.

He's just another victim.

"I know that it hurts, but you need to wake up"

When your eyes finally shoot open, the lights in the room bothers you again; but in the brief second you caught a glimpse of the room, you recognize the white walls, a packet of serum hanging on a metal pile, and the figure of a white haired boy sitting next to your bed, dozing off.

A hospital.

But I don't know this person.

You look around the room for any sign of familiarity, but when you don't find anything again, a frustrated sigh escapes you lips.

Well, at least I can move around now.

Careful not to wake the man up, you get out of the bed and drag the metal pile with you to a door you assume is the bathroom, which turns out to be right when you open it. You feel a bit dizzy that might be actually the result of your long coma; but there's another strange thing as well;

you're taller than you used to be.

Shaking your head to the side, you shrug your shoulders and unzip your pants to get rid of the pressure coming from your full bladders; but just as you're about to sit on the toilet, something new catches your eye.

A penis.

You giggle lightly and take a look at your member again. People were right! It sure is small when it's not erected. It has the same color as your skin and It kind of looks weird too... But at least it's shaved! Not completely though... But you can work with this too. And also...

Now you can pee while standing up!

Maybe life is showing its kind side to you again.

You mumble your favorite song as you take a piss, excited when it goes right inside the toilet. You're so good at aiming! If there was ever a competition about who can shoot their urine right inside the toilet, you probably would have been the winner, although this is actually the first time you're trying this out.

Wait.

You look at the penis again, and your blood freezes in your veins, because the last time you checked, you were definitely a woman.

Did you... get gender bent? Maybe they had to... turn you into a guy to save your life? What a pile of nonsense! Even if that's true...

Why are you taller than before?

You get up as fast as you can and run toward the mirror, and when you look at yourself, you're met with a foreign face of a brunette man with dashing looks. What shocks you more is his eyes, the same eyes you saw before you regain consciousness. You later realize that the voice you heard before is also his; but now, all you try to do is to scream, which results in a strident sound reminding you that sadly, men can't scream, and also in two people barging inside the bathroom- one of them is the one you saw earlier, and the other one is a white haired young boy, who's wearing an expression like he's been worried sick.

"Dazai? What's going on?"

Dazai?

As the taller man speaks up, you wonder if you recall knowing anyone named "Dazai", who you've been mistaken for. But maybe this isn't a mistake after all- maybe it's time for you to face the truth;

that you've switched bodies with some guy you don't even know.

Yet you still got a question to answer.

Looking at the blonde's stressed face, you bite your bottom lip with discomfort and let out a worried gasp.

"I... I have a penis, and I look hot"

His teeth grit.

"No Kunikida! Don't hit him!"

Dazai on the other hand, is having the time of his life.

"C'mon ladies! What are you afraid of? Hug me a bit tighter!"

Your friends share a confused look between each other and tighten their grip around whom they assume is you, but is actually a perverted man with handsy manner.

"Ahhhhh, I nearly died. What a tragedy indeed! Aren't you all happy that I've survived? You can express your happiness by giving me a kiss, you know. I won't mind it at all~"

For someone who's been in a coma for nearly two weeks, Dazai sure is energetic. The doctors were all so taken aback that they got him a blood test to check if he's feeling alright or not, but everything was normal, except for his behavior. Well, yours, to be specific. Your friends have never seen you so... weird; yet they don't say anything because you're back, and that's all that matters. Nearly.

Dazai is feeling blessed. At first he was disappointed since he was literally at death's door but somehow survived; but all those negative feelings faded away when he looked down and saw two pair of boobs on his body. His lips curled up into a wide smirk, and then called out for the people outside, bringing him to his current situation.

One of your friends caresses his hair and looks at him with pure concern. "Y/n... Are you really ok? We wanted to sue that scumbag who hit you with his car, but he also got lapsed into a coma and we weren't sure if you wanted us to... "

Scumbag? Oh! They're talking about him.

"No need to do that, pretty! I'm sure he's a decent man with pure heart and killer looks— besides, accidents happen, right?"

"Oh? Sure... Apparently he's waken up too by the way! You might not wanna sue him but we can go to his room and kick that careless ass of his! Why don't you wanna sue him anyway? These careless people piss me off— he nearly took your life!"

Dazai feels a tiny bit guilty. All he wanted to do was to mess with Kunikida, and what better way than stealing the key of his new car? Although he was caught in the act and had to turn on the engine in order to run away from a shouting, raged Kunikida, forgetting the fact that he doesn't know how to drive a car. He eventually lost control of the car and all he thought of doing was to pull up the car, to avoid crashing into anything.And of all people, you had to run in the middle of the road.

All Dazai saw before his head hit the windscreen was you, collapsing on the ground, your head getting struck against the street corner.

"No need... Actually, if his colleague— or whatever, comes here, shoo him away somehow. Tell him that he's one hundred percent forgiven but I don't want to see them ever again, ok? Especially if the guy's name was Kunikida"

Right. For now, all he should do is relax, enjoy himself and avoid everyone until things get calmer.

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So, I don't know where the hell this came from but I did something.

TW: NSFW content, Friends with benefits, Unstablished relationship, Vaginal penetration

Needy, needy boys.

He's always been taken for a playboy. He comes over in the middle of the night, gets what he wants and then you'll never hear of him...

...until he's in the mood again. Then he comes back with a straight face like nothing happened, everything's fine and he's not treating you like some kind of doll he only plays with whenever he feels like it. And you're stupid, so fucking stupid as your arms are always open, welcoming him into your little corner of solitude.

But after a while, something happens. His smiles are more genuine, his embrace feels warmer than before and most importantly, when you wake up in the morning he's there, already up, staring at your face with a somewhat unknown look.

Then he's gone again. His absence lasts longer than usual. You don't know if you should text him. Would you come off as clingy? This is probably a bad idea. If he wanted to hear from you he would have at least given you a ring. Are you done? Is he abandoning you for someone else? Someone prettier, with bigger eyes and a smaller waist... Doubts and insecurities fill your head, days turn Into months, hope gets lost in your sleepless nights until that night, that one night that makes you feel everything and nothing at the same time.

After receiving that one text "I'm outside", you run to the door to see if you aren't dreaming and this isn't just a figment of your imagination, and there he is, standing in front of you, looking all different. Good different or bad? You can't really tell, and you know what? You don't feel like putting much thought to it either.

He slams his lips onto yours, your clothes are taken, torn apart laying on the floor, you somehow find your way into the shower, the cold water makes you gasp and cling onto him even more. You're soaked under the water but you don't feel clean, body tainted with lust and desire.

Things are happening fast but it's not the same anymore. There's no mind games this time cause he's so needy and been dying out of starvation. Instead of his teeth sinking in your skin it's his kisses, penetrating your flesh, your blood, your soul. He's kissing your soul and you're holding him with a deathly grip, never having enough. Nobody talks. It's just meaningless sinful sounds and kisses, kisses, kisses. He's so needily passionate and it's beautiful; making you feel whole, significant. His lips trap your bottom one and suck it in. He's breathing loudly, you've been kissing for quite a while now but every time you try to part he doesn't let you. It's like he wants to die, drown in your kisses, or perhaps he finds them more addicting than oxygen.

It won't be long till you feel your release approaching and he feels it just as precisely as you, you've literally become one now and he knows your body like the back of his hand. He puts his skills into use and thrusts rapidly, taking his frustration out on your cunt and you're fine with it. He's been deeper than this before but it's never felt this intimate. All his actions are rushed and you know he's not going somewhere; he's just suddenly so needy and you adore it already.

You're shaking, he's shaking and with another thrust, you're gone. Your body is still caged in his strong arms, but your soul has fallen into the land of euphoria. Everything feels numb, the water that's now marking your skin red, the pain in your back, your chest, your heart. It's just him, him and you're in love, glad that he's in love too. You scream as he keeps thrusting through your orgasm and he moans in your mouth, loudly. It's needy, so needy, but so stunning that you can't complain.

When you come down from your high, he finally parts away. You're both panting and desperate for air but there's something miraculously. You look at each other and he's eyes are talking, it's proof that he wants, you needs you, can't get by without you. Looking at this messed up man under the cruel whips of hot water, you find yourself in love. Ah what a beautiful feeling it is, to be able to love and to feel loved. He's with you now, you won't be waiting for him anymore, he'll always be here, that's what you're thinking.

But the next morning he's gone, and this time for good; because you made him feel something,

That he doesn't deserve you.

DAZAI, Ranpo, NIKOLAI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, Kuroo, SUNA, Osamu, Shinazugawa, UZUI, GOJO, Fushiguro, Geto, EREN, MELLO, Vanitas

What if I...

—You make a tempting, unexpected offer; how are they going to react?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

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

Warnings: Suggestive content, mentions of giving blowjobs (whether it'll happen or not is up to you lol), unstablished relationship (you're just friends, but are you..?), rushed writing

Genre: Humor

Format: Drabble

Word Count: 1.6K

↳Osamu Dazai"

Listen y/n..." Dazai cooes at you. "I'm a little bit busy with... uh, work; so I don't think I'll be able to accompany you on this mission"

Shaking your head to the side with frustration, you bend a little on the desk, gazing into his Hazel eyes to show your desperation "Oh c'mon Dazai! You're not seriously gonna make me go to this tiresome mission by myself?! They're all politicians! It's gonna be boring as hell!"

The pile of paperwork on his desk are making you question your eyesight, but you know Dazai better than that. He probably saw it coming so he placed them there on purpose to prove his point.

...Not that it could exactly be called a "point".

"Listen..." Your voice is so low that only Dazai can hear it. "There must be some way for me to change your mind"

His expression doesn't change one bit, still looking through the documents for nothing, pretending to be occupied. "Sorry to burst your bubbles, but I really can't—"

"What if I suck your dick?"

Eyes shooting you a shocked gaze and hands staying still, it seems like he's completely lost interest in the paperwork. He's looking through your soul and the moment his lips start moving, you know you've won the battle.

"For... for real?" "Yes, for real"

The surprised face is all gone and instead, there's a totally new face now; a smug face of a man who's gonna team up with you for the mission and get a little prize in the end.

"So when do we leave?"

↳Chuuya Nakahara

"Listen Chuuya, with great looks comes great responsibility. There's a reason why you're this hot!"

The red-haired man looked away as an attempt to hide his flustered face, his voice still gravely. "Stop it y/n. I'm not gonna be your model for the photoshoot"

"Why not? You're the perfect choice!" "The answer's no! Get over it"

"Hmph! You're no fun" You crossed your arms and pouted as you leaned to the chair. You couldn't make heads or tails of it. Why was he so against being your model? You were just gonna take a few photos of him wearing casual clothes and maybe some light makeup. It was for your photography class and you were supposed to take a pic of somebody under the rays of sunset. With Chuuya's red hair and blue eyes, it would be a breath taking pic. He just looked so pretty under the sun.

As Chuuya took the bottle to sip from it, you found yourself desperate enough to give it one last shot.

"What if I suck your dick as a payment?"

And then the explosion happened. Chuuya's hand snapped, the bottle fell on the floor and drops of wine literally squirted out of his mouth. He was coughing so strongly that you rushed over and started hitting him in the back like he was some kind of ketchup bottle. His face was crimson red, but whether it was from choking or embarrassment, you couldn't really tell.

When he finally came down and caught his breath, he placed his hand on his chest and looked at you with eyes the same size as a baseball, meanwhile you looked at him miserably with the word "sorry" written all over your face.

"So... is that a yes?" "NO!"

Well, at least you nearly killed him.

↳Jouno Saigiku

"Ok I don't know why you're refusing. I'm just giving you the opportunity to make up for your mean attitude by doing something nice! You know, to go to heaven, like me and other nice people, Teccho for example"

Jouno was still expressionless. He merely sipped his cup of coffee and placed his hat on the table. "I appreciate the offer, but after a lifetime we definitely need a break from each other"

"Ugh you jerk! C'mon it's a piece of cake for you! You've arrested plenty of people before! You're smart, you're strong and I came to you for help which shows that I'm really desperate!"

Your relationship with Jouno was... questionable. He teased you, had a tendency to piss you off all the time, but somehow you were friends. The weirdest type of friendship that had ever existed, probably.

"I can see that. See I do wanna help you out, but I just love seeing the new you"

Shaking your head to the side, you leaned back to the couch. A hard case was given to you and you really didn't want to blow it up, but you needed help, and everyone else were busy. Except for your horrible friend here.

"Jouno, Jouno, Please..." You took his left, gloved hand. "I need you! I'll do anything in return! I'll team up with you and insult Teccho for a whole year! I'll write every one of your reports! I'll even suck your d—"

Jouno didn't hear your voice anymore. In fact, the only thing heard in the room was pure silence, and of course your heartbeat.

You were shocked.

He got his hand out of your grasp, placing it next to your head. His other hand found its way to your lips, softly caressing them. Meanwhile you didn't say a word, just stared at his handsome face and swallowed your saliva.

"Hypothetically, if I help you out, how far would you go to make it up to me?"

Forget about your friendship. You weren't that close anyway.

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

"I'm going to go to my parents' with my boyfriend tonight"

"I thought you didn't have a boyfriend, dear" Fyodor tilted his head to the side to gaze at you.

"I don't! That's where you come in!"

Nikolai exchanged a look between your nervous expression and Fyodor's smile, and pouted. "Hey! Why didn't you ask me instead?"

"Yeah yeah, if I ever wanted to give them a heart attack you'd be the first person I'll go to" You sighed and looked back at Fyodor. "So? Would you please help me out?"

Fyodor was sitting next to you on a chair. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "Ah... I'm not sure about that. Wouldn't it make our relationship awkward?"

"No! No not at all!" Your voice was rushed and shaky. "You see you're the perfect choice for this"

"Hmph!"

"Shut up Nikolai. I mean, you're tall, you know how to talk to people— in a satisfying way, ah, you know what I mean, you're handsome, you have very pretty hair, you have the most beautiful violet eyes I can stare at until forever..."

His brattish smirk made you shut up and give a few embarrassed coughs. Your flushed cheeks weren't exactly helping you out at the moment.

"Eh... So you're the best in many ways... Now, would you please help me out?"

Fyodor gave Nikolai-who was also smirking- a meaningful look, and his smirk got broader. "I will think about it"

"What's there to think about? You get to have a free dinner and also have a great time! My dad has the same taste in books as you! I'll even suck your dick at the end!"

You suddenly shut up and stared at the two men with eyes the same size as a racket ball. Now there was also two pare of knitted eyebrows along with the smirks. Nikolai's winking and muttering "Yeah baby" didn't help you loosen up at all.

Fyodor leaned closer until the phrase "personal space" lost its meaning, staring at you. His pretty eyes were sparkling, making it harder to steal your gaze from them. His voice was as gentle as the sea breeze, the perfect melody to caress your ears.

"So... I'll get to date the most beautiful girl in the world, spend a whole night with her and then get something afterwards?"

You were so drowned in your thoughts that you couldn't utter a single word. This moment was magical, making you wonder if he were going to seal your lips with his, totally forgetting about Nikolai's presence.

...Until he started talking.

"Do you guys want me to leave the room? Cause there's no way I'm doing that"

↳Nikolai Gogol

"...Which is why clowns are so fragile and have strong emotions!"

You shook your head with disappointment. "Yeah yeah, get it. But that doesn't answer my question"

"What was your question anyway?"

Ugh.

"Would you please babysit my cousins with me?"

"Hahaha! I remember now!" His face brightened with joy. "Well, no"

You leaned closer to him miserably. "Oh c'mon Kolya!"

"Sorry dove, I just don't get along with children. Not a fan"

"But they're triplets Kolya! I can't handle them on my own!" At this point you were literally begging. "Pretty please?"

"Triplets? Ha! Another reason for me to say no"

Well, that was it. You were going to be alone with your naughty cousins for four hours and then hand a burned house and probably only one of the boys back to your aunt because you lost the other two.

"Unless..."

Ah! There's still some hope left.

"You offer me something in return?"

Nikolai's face was dangerously close to yours. His smile was bright, but his intention didn't seem to be. Although that didn't scare you. It only made your body numb with excitement and through your clouded mind, you somehow put two and two together and blurted something out.

"Eh... What if.. What if I suck your di— Woah Nikolai what are you doing?"

A chuckle left his mouth as if something simple had happened, but this wasn't simple. He had just lifted you up and was carrying you bridal style to your bedroom.

"You took the hint all by yourself. How about that, my naughty dove?"

"K— Kolya! Where are you taking me?"

Your red cheeks only made his smile broader. "We're gonna get your clothes changed, go to your aunt's aweful house, babysit your horrible cousins, and then get ready for a night of fun"

↳Sigma

"So... How's the best manager in the world?"

Sigma's stare was still pointed at the documents. "I'm not planning a birthday party for your friend y/n"

"What are you talking about?" You smiled cunningly, lightly caressing his arm from the other side of the desk. "Can't I just compliment my incredible friend? Who happens to be an expert in planning and managing stuff?"

When you two first met, he used to get flustered by your flattering comments, but now Sigma's eyebrows only jumped in surprise. "You... can, but it won't change my mind"

"Pretty please?" Dropping the act, you got up from your seat and stood next to him, putting both of your hands on his shoulders. "I really need your help. I don't have a clue about this and you're the only one I know"

"I'm sorry y/n, but I'm caught up with work. You know that the casino is very busy this time of year, there's nothing I can do"

You sighed and sat on the chair again, desperately thinking about a way to convince him. What would make men do women a favor...

"What if I suck you dick?"

Sigma was still staring at the documents, which made you wonder if he had heard you, but his eyes were not the same. They were widened. He slowly lifted his head and looked at you like he was about to chop off his hand and stick it down his ass, and that made you finally realize it.

"Oh I forgot that you're three years old! I mean you haven't even hit puberty yet. Oops. My bad"

Yeah, Sigma needed new friends.

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this is (no longer) a one time thing, I got bored and a little tipsy, decided to take a ask I sent to one of my favorite creators and post it on my account instead.

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, sexual themes, virginity loss, praise, degradation, dazais his own warning, dacryphilia, overstimulation (?), if I missed anything, let me know! NSFW 18+ under the cut, MDNI

(✦) summary: what's it like to lose your virginity to two of the finest men in Yokohama? 424 words~

(✧) pairing: dazai x reader, chuuya x reader (separately)

(✦) (a/n): I apologize, I keep editing this post, I can't decide how I want the layout and I'm not used to posting on here

(✧) listening to~ baby said by måneskin

imagine losing your virginity to chuuya or dazai.

Chuuya would be so gentle the whole time, honored that you chose him to take your virginity, making sure you cum by his hands or mouth at least twice to prep you, thrusting into you slow and deep to make sure he doesn't hurt you, praising you the entire time with a sweet, loving tone, his head buried into your neck as he peppers your jaw and face with kisses, praise falling from his lips as he fucks you senseless. "good girl, y're doing so good f'me. god, you feel heavenly, squeezing me s'tight. what a pretty sight you are, spread out under me like this." he practically worships you, kissing you all over, leaving soft bites and marks on your skin, his head shoved in the crook of your neck as he cums with a low moan, just barely heard. he's got you all wrapped up in his arms after, holding you and peppering your face till you're giggling sleepily, asking if your alright, if he hurt you at all while he cleans you up before falling a sleep with you in his arms, murmuring a soft "love you, s'fucking much, doll." into your ear before he slips into a dreamless slumber.

Dazai would only smirk when you tell him your a virgin, fucking you raw and sensitive just to watch the tears form in your eyes and feel you squirm beneath him, only laughing when you beg him to slow down, that it hurts, making mocking (he wouldn't actually mock you, he loves you far to much for that) comments as he only fucks you rougher. "awh, poor baby, so worked up. you're taking me so well, are you sure your really a virgin? you're practically sucking me in, what a needy little cock drunk slut you are f'me, only me." his bandaged hands grab at your hips so tightly, nails leaving crescent moon indents on your skin, his grip near bruising. your nails rake down his back, between his shoulder blades, creating red, angry lines that only make him fuck into you harder, a mocking grin on his face as he kisses the corners of your eyes, taking away the tears that brim in your eyes, only to pull out, just the tip remaining in you before he slams back into you, watching the tears bubble in your eyes once more with a teasing, degrading comment. "you cryin'? oh, poor thing, fucked so dumb you can't even say anything broken babbles of my name. such a stupid, pretty little thing."

masterlist!

dividers by @/cafekitsune

Masterlist!

this belong is on hiatus, I'm no longer taking requests. this used to be a hobby to take stress away, but it's instead adding more stress. taking a mental break, I don't know how long it'll last.

fluff - ♡

smut - ♧

angst - ♤

dark themes - ♢

drabble/imagine - ❇

head cannons - ※

full fics - ✢

I do not write character x character, though nearly anything else is on the table for me to write! I may feel uncomfortable with certain requests, and seeing as writing is a coping mechanism, I will reject requests if I feel needed! I am not obligated to write what you ask of me. thank you!!

strictly ❝Bungo Stay Dogs❞ at the moment, I apologize if that disappoints anyone. I may start to write for ❝Moriarty the Patriot❞ if requested.

❝Chuuya Nakahara❞

virginity loss - ♧❇

what's it like to lose your virginity to two of the finest men in Yokohama? 424 words

drunken sex - ♧✢

sometimes they get a little too drunk and they just can't hold them back from such a pretty thing like you. 859 words

jealous sex - ♧✢

what happens when someone gets just a little too touchy feely when they're around? 1283 words

❝Dazai Osamu ❞

virginity loss - ♧❇

what's it like to lose your virginity to two of the finest men in Yokohama? 424 words

yandere dazai - ❇♢

a peculiar volunteer at the pet shelter, one who has a distaste to dogs, seems to know a little too much about you. 324 words

drunken sex - ♧✢

sometimes they get a little too drunk and they just can't hold them back from such a pretty thing like you. 859 words

jealous sex - ♧✢

what happens when someone gets just a little too touchy feely when they're around? 1283 words

yandere dazai smut - ♧✢♢

oh, when you finally agree, although with a little bit of help from being under the influence, who is Dazai to say no? 519 words

❝Fyodor Dostoevsky❞

virginity loss - ♧❇

what's it like having your virginity taken by the russian rat? 540 words

jealous sex - ♧✢

what happens when someone gets just a little too touchy feely when they're around? 1283 words

dividers by @/cafekitsune

Masterlist!

this belong is on hiatus, I'm no longer taking requests. this used to be a hobby to take stress away, but it's instead adding more stress. taking a mental break, I don't know how long it'll last.

fluff - ♡

smut - ♧

angst - ♤

dark themes - ♢

drabble/imagine - ❇

head cannons - ※

full fics - ✢

I do not write character x character, though nearly anything else is on the table for me to write! I may feel uncomfortable with certain requests, and seeing as writing is a coping mechanism, I will reject requests if I feel needed! I am not obligated to write what you ask of me. thank you!!

strictly ❝Bungo Stay Dogs❞ at the moment, I apologize if that disappoints anyone. I may start to write for ❝Moriarty the Patriot❞ if requested.

❝Chuuya Nakahara❞

virginity loss - ♧❇

what's it like to lose your virginity to two of the finest men in Yokohama? 424 words

drunken sex - ♧✢

sometimes they get a little too drunk and they just can't hold them back from such a pretty thing like you. 859 words

jealous sex - ♧✢

what happens when someone gets just a little too touchy feely when they're around? 1283 words

❝Dazai Osamu ❞

virginity loss - ♧❇

what's it like to lose your virginity to two of the finest men in Yokohama? 424 words

yandere dazai - ❇♢

a peculiar volunteer at the pet shelter, one who has a distaste to dogs, seems to know a little too much about you. 324 words

drunken sex - ♧✢

sometimes they get a little too drunk and they just can't hold them back from such a pretty thing like you. 859 words

jealous sex - ♧✢

what happens when someone gets just a little too touchy feely when they're around? 1283 words

yandere dazai smut - ♧✢♢

oh, when you finally agree, although with a little bit of help from being under the influence, who is Dazai to say no? 519 words

❝Fyodor Dostoevsky❞

virginity loss - ♧❇

what's it like having your virginity taken by the russian rat? 540 words

jealous sex - ♧✢

what happens when someone gets just a little too touchy feely when they're around? 1283 words

dividers by @/cafekitsune