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daintyazra · 8 months

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Pretender

Goodbye. I am not your soulmate.

It’s heart-breaking, but I can’t deny reality,

Still, leaving your side is so hard.

-Pretender by Official Hige Dandism

Tags: Dazai x Fem!Reader, Dazai cranks up his self-loathing to a 100, hurt, break-up, angst, Dazai longing, before the events of entrance exam and after events of Port Mafia, Unedited

Disclaimer: I don't own BSD.

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It was a silent morning in your apartment when Dazai uttered this words to you, his girlfriend of two years.

“Let’s break-up.”

Despite the indifferent tone in his voice, your expression didn't change as you silently drank your tea. Were you too shocked to process this information? Or, perhaps you knew you'll be parting ways with him?

You gently placed the cup down on the tea saucer, before meeting your soon-to-be ex's gaze. "If you truly want me to bawl my eyes out, you shouldn't have warned me in the first place, Osamu."

Before fate pushed you two to meet, Dazai recently passed his entrance exam as the new detective for the agency, and to celebrate his success, he chose to go to Lupin. And at that bar, you were there, drinking by yourself. After few exchange of glasses and, he found himself fascinated with you.

“Wanna go out?”‌ You asked, lazily tracing the lid of your glass. "I'm serious about it."

Dazai looked down at his alcoholic beverage. He didn't know you well enough for him to warrant to have a relationship with you, but neither do you. If he pursued this relationship, maybe you would help him understand more about humanity.

“Sure,”‌ Dazai smirked. “Although I agree to it, I just want to give you a heads up that our relationship will be short lived and one-sided.”

True to his words, he had the front row seats of his love story turning into a one-man show ran by you. What he didn’t expect, you stood by his side for the past two years. He couldn't pinpoint on what made you stay, but he liked to think that it had something to do with his love for dramatic flair. Afterall, you were just there whenever he needed someone to lean on. You never failed him. Because of it, he learned how to fall for you.

Except, him on the other hand, he lost count on the many times he knew you're disappointed on him. At first, he thought of many ways he could make up for it by showering you with gifts and affections. However, the moment you nursed him back to health from the annual flu, it became clear to him that you were never meant to be his.

Dazai Osamu was never gonna be your soulmate, because of how selfless you were. Perhaps, for the first time in his life, he feared the concept of 'us' between you and him, especially with his dark past and his line of work. He rather have you be well and alive, instead of fearing the possibility of you dying for him.

It was a strange idea for him to come into terms with it which it took him another 365 days to accept it. He always yearned to die with a beautiful lady like you next to him, but, his love for you wished that it wasn't you.

“I'm sorry, love.”‌

Like always, his apologies were devoid of life and meaningless. You never flinched away or got mad at him for it. It made him wonder why you're indifferent with his aloofness. Maybe you're aware of his shortcomings, or your too blinded by your love for him.

"What's there to apologize for?" You got up from your seat, before grabbing your used dishware. "It was nice while it lasted."

After what it felt like an eternity, he had to go and get ready for his mission in the afternoon. He left your spare keys to your apartment at the coffee table, and you assured him that you would drop his stuff at his place later in the day. All that's left of him was to open the door in front of him and leave.

But, his feet was cemented on the carpet floor like it was telling him not to leave. He already accepted the reality it wasn't you on his side at the end, but why does his heart kept trying to deny the truth?

“Osamu?" He looked behind, and saw you tilted your head to the side. "What's wrong?"

Dazai gently cupped your cheek with his hand, and his thumb brushed against your skin. He noticed three things immediately that brought a small smile to his lips. Your eyes were getting watery and red. Your temperature was unexpectedly hot. Lastly, the sudden stillness of your breath as if you have forgotten how to breathe after he touched your face.

A question popped in his head. Were you putting that strong facade for the both of you?‌ Or, to convinced yourself not to look pathetic in his goodbye?

Your warmth, your laughter, and the sound of his name from your voice, he wanted all of them ingrained it into his memory. He knew he’s a selfish and cruel man who loathe life itself, but…for once in his life, he wished he could change.

And, If he had the power to choose a life line, he would choose a different version of himself with a different set of personality and morals. Yet, it made him wonder if you still love him despite him being an entirely new person. He wished he could say 'I love you' to you without any repercussions.

But, his wishes and playing around the scenarios of what-if's were all in vain as you were another chapter in his life that he needed to move on from.

“I don’t…want to forget you that’s all…” Dazai took a deep breath before he smiled bittersweetly at you. "You're still beautiful that it made me left breatheless."

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daintyazra · 1 year

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AFTER MISSION HOURS

a/n: mb guys, i cant escape the soft dom allegations i just love it too much. but gojo is a little rougher in this. wrote this as a result of the latest jjk ep and uuuhhhhhmmmm imma need him to be angry more CAAUUUUSEEEEE .....

wc: 2.2k (man wtf)

warnings: sorta rough dom!gojo, fem!reader, face-fucking, deep-throating, oral (m receiving), multiple rounds, unprotected sex, spitting on your pussy, praise, degradation, use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, creampie / breeding kink, aftercare and cute gojo at the end, n*sfw under the cut

“s— satoru?” you’re taken aback when he stalks through the door, almost making a dent in the wall from how hard he slams it open and the darkness of the front door light does his eyes justice in showing just how bright they are. albeit a little less blue and swirling with something darker and you’re taken aback when he finally walks up to you and seizes your wrist.

“’toru— you should go see shoko—!” you’re surprised when he whirls you around and nods his head towards the big sofa wordlessly and while you’re not a stranger to gojo’s outbursts when you’re arguing about how he needs to value his life more or when he’s uptight from a stressful meeting with the higher-ups, but never like this. frankly, you’ve never even had to courage to tell him all the times he’s stared at you with hooded eyes and a frown etched onto his face, you had to hold yourself back from jumping him.

but now he’s taking matters into his own hands.

you yelp in shock as he pushes you onto your hands and knees and you look back at how he kneels in front of your slowly soaking underwear. gojo plants his hands on your ass and kneads, bringing his nose right up to your pussy lips and licks a stripe over the fabric.

“so wet jus’ from that? fuckin’ slut,” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear and you’re ashamed to admit that you like it a little too much when you let out a small whine unknowingly. “oh? like it when i call you a little slut?”

he makes sure to spit out the last part and his anger and stress lowers a little just seeing how you wiggle your butt closer to him and a smile spreads on your face. there’s a little twinkle in your eye when you see the way your boyfriend’s hands make their way down to his pants but he stops short, larger hands wrapping around your waist to flip you over. thank god the couch was big, and he inches his way up your body.

“c’mon. take my cock out,” he’s staring at you from above, a sight you weren’t used to, rather more accustomed to having him below you but this new change sends chills right down to your core. you tug at his pants impatiently and satoru watches with a close eye how you scramble to pull down his underwear and the way your lips part slightly. gojo hums softly when you start stroking it to full hardness and the awe on your face is just so adorable.

“suck.” you didn’t need to be told twice, bringing his angry weeping tip right to your mouth to suckle the pre-cum out of it and your eyes flick up just as he smirks. your mouth’s so full of him, moaning around his length as you bob your head in the uncomfortable position. “all ya good for, huh? made just f’r suckin’ me off.”

this gojo was miles off from your loving boyfriend but you loved it all the same, nodding and hollowing your cheeks and using your hands for the places you can’t reach. your mouth and hands were no comparison to your tight cunt but they’re second best, so warm and pliant. you stare up at him before coming off and drool drips down the side of your mouth.

“fuck my mouth, satoru,” your pleading eyes are too much for him, both hands still stroking him non-stop as you mix in your saliva with his pre-cum, lewd noises filling the hall. “please?”

gojo simply laughs, a laugh that definitely says i should do this more, “sure, baby.”

and while his stress is immediately gone from seeing you beg, he’s not any more gentle as he lines his cock along your lips and holds onto the arm rests of the couch and fucks your face. the first thrust into your mouth, he moans out loud before his hips move quicker and quicker and you have hardly any time to adjust. your fingers squeeze his thighs with each ram into you, tip kissing the back of your throat you swear you can feel him in your stomach. you’ve learned to hold your breath even when your nose meets with his untrimmed pubes, eyes never breaking contact as he slams into you.

“mouth s’good— s-shit . .” gojo chuckles breathlessly when he hears you gurgle on his fat cock, feeling your tongue massage the base of his dick. the obscene gawking noises only gets louder when he pushes himself right to the limit, obsessed with how your eyes roll to the back of your head and you can make little noises around him. he gives a little quick glance to see your playing with yourself and he swears under his breath, pulling his hips back and letting you breathe. “filthy girl. jus’ need me so bad.”

“y—yeah satoru. wanna take your mind off . . work,” you mumble, eyes focused on how his cock twitches and leaks pre-cum from his tip and you just wanna make him feel so good — you’re not even that big on the whole housewife thing, but the way gojo treats you? you’d be on your knees all day if you could, taking his warm cum down your throat.

“yeah? cute lil thing you are.” he taunts, bending his body so he could be inches from your face even as you continue pumping him and he’s trying not to lose composure. his eyes bore holes into your face from how hard he stares at you, breath shaky as your hands move under his jujutsu uniform and all over his upper body.

“use me.” it comes so abruptly even you are surprised, knowing how you liked to be more passive in your sex life and still, this is your first step out of your meekness. “take it all out on me, satoru.”

gojo’s chest heaves and he silently pulls away to face your cunt, removing your panties and he really wants to give you everything slowly like he likes it. he wants to see you cry as he rocks into you with gradual grinds but when you tell him something as dirty as that — he’s doing anything but that.

“haah . .” satoru sighs at your clenching pussy, dragging his tip up and down, up and down your folds and just seeing your juices just flow and flow and he’s hypnotised, “careful what you wish for, darling girl.”

you barely have time to register his warning before he slams into you and you’re screaming. it’s easy from how wet you are and it takes a small while as you adjust to his thrusts and gojo uses your body like a ragdoll. he hovers over you as your legs are limp and unsure of where they should go. this little dilemma isn’t lost on satoru, grabbing your ankles and holding them as his hips move relentlessly and this has your hips lifting off the sofa; he easily reaches your g-spot like this.

“satoru— fucking g-god! satoruuu . . !” you moan at the roughness of his ministrations, thinking you were free from the assault when he lets your ankles rest on his shoulders but all he does is spit on your pussy. a perfect shot and he rubs it in with his thumb and it has you whining out loud at the sudden stimulation, “t-too much!”

“you can take it.” gojo simply mumbles, thumb drawing timed circles on your clit as he watches his cock disappear into you. “can do it when you’re clenchin’ around me this hard.”

gojo grins, sickly.

“ah! my pretty little slut did it again.” the names were an exact opposite from the softer praise you were used to, and still they have you biting your lips and giggling in between moans, letting him fuck you like the cocksleeve you are.

“breed me, ’toru. need it—!”

“that right?” gojo slams into you at the speed of an animal, clearly still high-strung from the mission and notices how you still are making sure he cums first. the thought makes his hips stutter paired with seeing your doe eyes as little pants leave your mouth and he needs to pull away from your clit to hold onto your thighs before he cums and cums and cums. your back arches at the feeling and a soft moan is heard from your lips at how it starts to fill you up.

gojo wastes no time to pull out and see his cum spill out of you before he’s doing a circular motion with his finger and you’re lying on your stomach like a good girl. you melt when you feel him scoop it all up, pushing the escaping cum right back into you and your head sinks into the cushions while your ass only pushes more into him.

“hol’ on, baby, got another load for ya,” this thrust is wet. you can basically hear his cum struggle to stay in you to the point where his cock is coated in a thin layer of white and you can only moan out for him from below. he shuts you up but pressing you deeper into the sofa, a harsh hand on your lower back and your ass sticks out more.

“thaaat’s it . .” gojo smirks, licking his lips as he watches your ass ripple from the contact. each drag of his cock into your warm, cute pussy, his eyes are there, and each spurt of your arousal and his cum as his pelvis meets yours, he’s searing it into his brain, “this what you mean by using you?”

you’re murmuring “yeah”’s into the sofa, knees and arms suffering from fabric burn from how much your body was moving, and yet his throbbing cock is just too good. your mouth falls open when satoru reaches around to rub at your clit again and your hands fly to hold onto his wrists, “oh— right there, ’toru . .!”

it’s all too much for you, the previous load of cum spilling onto the couch below you, the filthy sounds of slapping skin and the sloppiness of your pussy that it’s even having gojo moving aimlessly into you, rather just rutting in you messily.

“g’na cum again— f-fuck,” gojo swears as his fingers on your clit are more frantic to try to match his pace while he props a leg up onto the sofa and you thrash against his hold because his tip brushes against your cervix so good that you’re convulsing in the next second, whining and mewling as you cum all over his cock.

he can feel your cum and the sorcerer moans, switching to short, impatient thrusts into your tight cunt and his grunts merges with calls of your name, eyes scrunched up as he shoots his second orgasm into you. you try to grab at something as there’s the familiar feeling of his tip releasing ribbons of cum deep into your womb, but you come up short, settling rather to dig your nails into fabric.

“take my load like the cock drunk whore you are,” gojo grunts out lowly, grinding his hips into you just to get his last drops of cum into you and he has the audacity to massage at your lower back while your body’s still reeling from the intense high and yes, his anger is quelled a little but each time you’re with gojo satoru there’s always surprise ambushing you from every corner.

you gasp when he pulls you up and pulls you against his chest, moving his hips in an experimental thrust right into you and you’re sagging over his strong arms that hold you up, whining incoherently as you struggle to stay awake.

“alright, alright,” satoru laughs softly, pressing a peck to your cheek, “needa thank my baby for letting me use her.”

you barely manage a smile, turning back to him with a raise of your eyebrow, “can still go . . ’toru . .”

he hums, and pulls you off of him slowly, dick jumping just a little when he hears a choked moan leave you at the feeling of his cum dripping from your cunt but he steels himself, “hm, don’t think so, princess.”

you pout, immediately turning around to hug him close to you and gojo’s heart flutters at your cuteness. he sighs at your adamant stance, easily standing up with you wrapped around him and carrying the two of you to the master bathroom.

“let’s clean up and we’ll see if you’re awake enough to go again, alright?” satoru whispers to you before turning on the shower, and later when he’s stuck in the toilet tidying up his pubes (he saw how uncomfortable you were earlier) and he’s letting you take the bed first, there’s a perplexity and small fear that overcomes the male at the lack of answer when he calls out to you.

but gojo comes out to you slipping in and out of consciousness with only his shirt whilst hugging his pillow and he smiles to himself, getting dressed as quickly as possible and slipping in beside you. a soft smile is still plastered on his face when you naturally curl into his warmth and mumble out a soft i still had stamina, satoru.

“shh, go to sleep, baby,” satoru tugs you closer into him and he wonders if there’s any way to love you even more than he already does, “we have all the time in the world, silly girl.”

shibuya incident? tf is that?? never happened bitch

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daintyazra · 1 year

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the strongest

▸ gojo satoru x fem!reader

▸ 19k words (um. what)

▸ strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn romance, major angst, fluff, a lot of hurt/comfort

▸ warnings: gojo, spoilers for jjk ch. 65 onwards (gojo’s past arc) and set before jjk vol. 0, references to character death, blood, injury, violence, a bit of swearing, descriptions of trauma and grief, mention of a heart disease, mention of abandonment, mention of overdosage

▸ this fic was born out of my unending awe for the way yuuta’s story in vol. 0 was told because i unironically loved gojo’s line “love is the most twisted curse of all” when he theorized how rika was cursed. i started this fic in 2021 and continued to write for it, little by little, until i can finally say it’s finished. part of my soul rests in this for i love it more each time i reread it.

through a mission he initially perceived as a chore, gojo finds that protecting you was no simple task, especially when things like emotions, responsibility, and morality are thrown into the mix

gojo hates missions like this. it’s the kind where he has to practice patience, discipline, and a plethora of other textbook virtues he never got around to understanding. if he had a choice, he’d get a reassignment in a heartbeat—exorcising a hundred curses in a night seemed a whole lot better than this. after all, gojo works best with his one-track mind backed by his most simplistic philosophy: kill or be killed.

but in missions like this, gojo is constrained by a number of obligations. he has to tune into his surroundings, make sure no civilian is harmed, be mindful about damage to public facilities, blah blah blah. the stakes are higher when it involves other people, he’s told, but gojo couldn’t care less. everything a jujutsu sorcerer does is already for the sake of the world, so did he really have to be so mindful all the damn time?

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daintyazra · 1 year

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Can I request a webweave about love, rage and overall strong emotions?

romance, elaine kahn // schuyler peck // judas, k. wright // angels in america, tony kushner // poem of the end, marina tsvetaeva // a prayer, tathève simonyan

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daintyazra · 1 year

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and the darkness caressed me like my lover.

#books #reading #i love him #loss #love notes to no one #i love you #my love #books and reading #fanfic #book quotes #quotes

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daintyazra · 1 year

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I THINK I'M LOST AGAIN

7 days in beautiful Tuscany, 1 big wedding which would change the trajectory of your life. As Shoko’s maid of honour, your job was already demanding enough without bringing up the fact that you would be seeing your college ex again, Gojo Satoru, the best man for the same wedding— five years after his mysterious disappearance.

・❥・ex-lovers to ??, wedding au, no curses, gojo is misunderstood, reader is sassy, shoko and geto are tired, gojo is a secretive mf, yu haibara is a ray of sunshine, suggestive content, mentions of pregnancy, yn throws a punch here, everyone is unhinged, mentions of injury, heavy angst, mentions of class divides, language, mentions of murder, a car crash, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes, slowburn, mentions of cheating, reader and satoru were once engaged

𖨆♡𖨆 ceo!gojo satoru x female!reader

・❥・ wc: 2,4k+

The sound of the gurgling pipes overhead this dingy bathroom along with the bass humming underneath your platform boots were the only sounds your ringing ears could make out.

Silence, shattered and broken in between two best friends, came straight after her devastating question.

“What?”

When Shoko Ieiri asked you to be her maid of honour during one drunken night out in downtown Shibuya, there was nothing you could do but excitedly say ‘yes’.

The huge rock on her finger, a sign of her forever love with none other than Geto Suguru, was the star of the show for the entire evening, that you had zero suspicions as to why she tugged you into the club’s bathroom, a grimace on her dusky rose-hued lips.

“There’s something you need to know.”

Three shots in, you giggled, looking scandalised. “What? Are you and Suguru-hic-pregnant?”

Ieiri made a face, shaking her head in disgust. “Ew. Don’t manifest such shit for me. It’s about you, actually.”

Deciding to rip the bandaid faster than you could yell wait! Shoko exhaled out:

“Gojou Satoru. Remember him? I mean of course you do, you dated him. He’s um—he’s Getou’s best man for the same wedding… PleasedonthatemeIammsosorry.”

You felt like you were strapped in the back of a car going 200 down a highway.

“What?” you almost shrieked, piercing the dingy air with your disbelief. Not even a cold shower could sober you up faster than the mention of your ex-boyfriend.

Despite it being five years since you saw the white-haired demon, his legacy was astounding. Eyeing your empty ring finger, you swallowed harshly.

“Ieiri… why would Geto do this?”

He was your friend, too. Didn’t Suguru care for you? Wasn’t he the one there to pick up the pieces of your trust that Satoru fractured so casually one night when all three of you were out in a club?

“They’ve been friends since they were in diapers,” Shoko murmured, wincing when you groaned. “I’m so sorry. I tried to change his mind, but he’s adamant. He really wants Satoru to come with us to Tuscany.”

You had to lean against the sink, arms crossed over your chest to absorb this piece of news. “Does Satoru know?”

Even saying his name burned.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to even think of him since the night you found him…

Shaking your head to rid yourself of the thoughts, you winced.

“He does. But, Geto said he seemed pretty chill about it.”

When you didn’t say anything, Shoko reached out to you, rubbing your arm. “Come on. It’s been five years. I bet Satoru regrets what he did and he’s willing to at least be nice. Can you do this? For me?”

She twisted her lips into a pout and widened her eyes, the effect comical from her deep set eye bags late nights at the hospital gave her. You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes for a split second to ward off the migraine festering in your right temple.

“Fine.”

Sunshine split across her face like the dawn of a new day, and you sincerely hoped the twinge of resentment you felt flickering in your chest would not drown out her happiness.

Shoko deserved this. She went through so much to get this ring—from Getou’s stuffy upper class parents to his equally snobbish friends—and you couldn’t bear to ruin her hope.

You sighed. “But, if he’s creepy with me, I deserve the right to sock him right in his face.”

His stupid, handsome, fucking pale face. Your venomous thoughts spilled out onto your murderous expression, tinging them with righteous violence—you could never really hide your emotions from your best friend.

Ieiri laughed, throwing her head back and clutching her midsection. The pretty, blue pastel dress she wore for tonight’s announcement party showed off her curves and delicate collarbones perfectly. You loved her too much to ever make her sad, and forced yourself to swallow the apprehension, going through with the motions to see both your friends happy.

“Don’t worry, you know I’ll help you to hide the body. Always.”

You flashed her a smile and defrosted your stiff limbs to wrap one arm around her.

“And that’s why I love you so much… bitch.”

Lavish Italian sunlight spilled onto the marble floors, warming your white-tipped toes.

You stepped out onto the stone-tiled balcony and caught sight of Maki pushing Mai into the pool, her shrill complaints reaching the third floor of this glamorous villa. Fronds and ivy edged the walls, and the huge private pool would be the scene where Geto and Shoko would profess their lifetime love for each other. In the distance was a small greenhouse which grew the prettiest lilies you had ever seen—a flower native to Tuscany which held a huge meaning for everyone in your entourage.

When you had seen pictures of this gem on AirBnb, the first thing you asked Shoko was how much it cost. Your friend had then waved you off and shared that Geto would be footing most of the expenses—perks of a boyfriend who came from old money.

At least I have my own room to unwind and relax. It was good to have some time alone to yourself before the groom's party came. Shoulders aching and heart racing, you drew in a few deep breaths to centre yourself.

Mai was splashing water onto Maki, and from somewhere inside the kitchen, you heard Nobara yelling at them to not slip and fall. Chuckling to yourself, you almost didn’t hear a pair of footsteps coming behind you.

With your hair tousled, dark circles pronounced, and smelling of a 17 hour direct flight, you spun around and met a pair of crystalline ocean-blue eyes.

They were glazed over with a softness you had not seen for five years, though the same mouth you remembered kissing over and over again was puckered into a smirk.

Your breath was stolen from you, and it felt like someone had sucker punched you right in the gut.

Gojo Satoru stood before you in a neatly pressed suit and tie, looking like pure perfection under the warm, orange sunset, the shadows throwing his angular features into greater clarity.

“Y/N—”

Your feet moved you towards him before your brain could catch up, and he relaxed, as if expecting you to pull him into your embrace and welcome him back after what he did to you.

The long nights you spent crying, typing up a long paragraph to send to him only to delete it because you were sure he would ghost you—came flashing through your mind.

Satoru’s smile dissolved bit by bit when he noticed your tensed shoulders and clenched fists.

“Baby—”

Your fist flew right into face, knocking his smug grin right off.

“I can’t believe you would do something like this to him!”

Shoko wanted to sound angry, but you couldn’t take her seriously, not when she was holding a bag of frozen peas and had a flower crown perched on her head.

“One hour. I left you alone for one hour—”

“He started it first,” you muttered hotly, scowling at your throbbing knuckles.

According to Geto, Satoru had decided to take the earlier flight to surprise Shoko, the both of them having not seen each other for the past two years. But, even the groom had no idea why his best man chose to stumble into your room when Shoko’s was right down the hall.

You liked to think he was there to spite you.

Ieiri sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “What exactly did he say?”

“He called me baby.”

The silence after your admittance burned hotter than a thousand humiliations. You came to the realisation of your hasty actions the very second those words left your grimacing mouth.

“And you punched him. Right in the face. For calling you baby?”

You could tell Shoko was barely holding it together, but in your defence, Gojo Satoru was a 6 foot 3 walking trigger for you.

“He doesn’t deserve the right to call me that.”

Shoko’s shoulders dropped a little at the sad note in your confession.

“Babe… I think it’s high time you try to let this go. Satoru is older now, and—”

“He didn’t even call me,” your whisper ricocheted around the room with the force of an armed squad, drawing the atmosphere right into the war’s heart. Your conflict unfurled like an old, bloodstained scroll, finally revealed for the world to see. Shoko had spent years trying to get you to open up about your fallout with Satoru with little luck.

This was the first time you were volunteering to give any information without any coercion.

You clutched your chest with two trembling fists, trying hard not to break eye contact with the floor in case the flood of sorrow collecting at your lash line would break their composure and slide down your cheeks.

“After I found out about him and Mei Mei… he stopped texting me. He didn’t even come to find me and we live just five minutes away from each other. He—” you broke off, biting down on your lower lip.

You felt the bed beside you dip, and a pair of calming arms surrounding you.

“He was an ass—I’ll give him that,” Shoko hummed empathetically. “But, you’ve done so much better for yourself now. You’re the Head of Production for Tokyo Today. You have your own apartment. You’re even thinking about adopting a puppy. You’ve got shit going on for you, Y/N, and I’m proud of how much you’ve grown. Don’t let a man from your past—a man like Satoru—make it all feel trivial, okay?”

You sniffed, nodding weakly. Wiping at your cheeks, you finally summoned enough courage to look up into your best friend’s gentle face. The beauty mark under her right eye always seemed to crinkle more when she smiled, and you adored how sweet it made her look.

“Thank you, Ieiri.”

She squeezed your shoulder, standing up.

“I’ve got to refresh that big, whiny baby’s cold compress, but once I’m done, let’s have a drink, okay?”

“Could I also have a smoke?” you asked in a timid voice, anticipating her to lecture you on the demerits of a tobacco addiction—never mind the fact that she smoked a pack in a day.

“Of course,” Shoko said, her smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. “I’ll let you bum one—on one condition.”

“What?” you asked, suddenly terrified. A million scenarios of blackmail flitted through your mind, and you wished you hadn’t opened your mouth to ask for a smoke, not when you explicitly knew how devious your best friend was.

But, her next words left you reeling in shock, wishing you could defy her even if it was her wedding week. You could never go through with it—your clenched jaw spoke volumes.

“Be nice to Satoru.”

For Shoko, you would try despite it feeling like you were swallowing a vat of poison anytime you looked at him.

You would try because unlike that selfish, white-haired bastard, you would never sacrifice someone else’s happiness just for a shot at your own.

“Jesus Christ, Satoru, which bridesmaid did you offend now?”

Yu Haibara’s chirp tone and inoffensive question that was wildly inappropriate at this time was not what the young CEO needed right now.

He grumbled, pressing the bag of peas to his swollen right eye. Gojo had forgotten how strong of a right hook you had.

In fact, Gojo Satoru had almost forgotten a lot of things about you.

From the fall of your hair to how the sunset looked painted across your skin, the foolish skip of his heart was a bigger sign of his crumbling feelings than any other emotion you might have elicited in him.

When Geto had told him you would be in Tuscany too, as part of Shoko’s bridal entourage, he shamelessly begged his oldest friend to let him be a part of his groomsmen.

The dark-haired heir had only laughed, sharing that Satoru had taken the words right out of his mouth—he was about to ask Gojo to be his best man anyway.

But, what Gojo never expected was that stupid slip of endearment to lay waste to his efforts to win you back.

Baby.

Four characters. One word. A world of meaning he could never forget no matter how much time had passed.

It brought him back to late night ramen dates around campus. Staying over at your dorm to study hard for exams which he aced effortlessly only because he loved seeing your face scrunched up in concentration.

Then, the party flashed in his mind.

The lights were blue. He remembered they were blue. There was a drink in his hand, or maybe he had two.

A girl was pressed flush to him, seductively grinding her hips over his twitching bulge.

The alcohol was strong, and it was enough to dull the voices clanging in his head, demanding for him to step away. Put a stop to this before he did something he would regret.

In his mind’s eye, he liked to imagine someone must’ve told you about his sins. That you didn’t have to watch him bend down and steal another white-haired girl’s lips as she giggled into his mouth.

That you didn’t hear how he broke down in the emergency room, screaming his head off with blood on his hands.

“Satoru?”

Suguru’s voice echoed through the tangled mess of his memories. He came back to find a room of men looking at him with varying expressions of curiosity and worry on their faces.

Plastering on his signature grin, Gojo nodded at Haibara, hearing the tail-end of his comment.

“Tough luck out there for us men, huh? She must not have been too interested in me, but you know what—her loss.”

He tossed in a cocky smirk for good measure.

Appearances are everything, Satoru—remember that.

His father’s voice echoed in his mind, unwelcomed and disagreeing with everything Satoru was feeling inside his conflicted chest. He chose to bury the sticky and dangerous emotions six feet under in favour of shrugging, putting on his best, cheerful grin and hoping no one would notice the wavering sheen of wetness glistening in his eyes.

“Oh well, la vita è una cagna, eh?* Welcome to Tuscany boys.”

*"life's a bitch, huh?"

continuing this series will rely heavily on feedback and reblogs my bad cause if this flops, i'm gonna go ahead and scrap it to focus on other schtuff kthxbye (i sincerely hope with every fiber of my soul that you enjoyed reading this)

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i miss her

why do i miss her so much, just tell me why

#books #i love you #reading #i love him #loss #love notes to no one #my love #anime #books and reading #fanfic

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daintyazra · 2 years

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my soul cried out to you, but you were unfazed, you stood by her while i was begging for your love, oh how cruel love is, it can make you so pathetic

i hate love

#books #books and reading #fanfic #my love #reading #love notes to no one #loss #i love you #anime #i love him #love poem

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daintyazra · 2 years

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manifesting lana to be on TheEras Tour 🔮

#lana is god #lana del rey #taylor swift

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daintyazra · 2 years

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Hell

Ft: Dazai Osamu x Reader x Fyodor Dostoevsky

Warning: porn without plot, dp, anal, creampie, threesome, blood, Fyodor being a sadist like he is, hint of jealous sex.

Notes: A side work ft my guilty pleasure - the demon duo.

Best with: Parade's Lust - GBF

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"No...more... Argh!"

You've long lost your ability to form even a proper word, as your holes were filled to the brim and abused without mercy by these two demons. You, sandwiched between them, look so small and fragile, to the point they just wanted to break you to pieces and then rebuild you the way they wish for.

Dazai's cock was deep inside your pussy, nudging against your cervix, kissing it ever-so-softly as his skilled fingers toys with your swollen clit. Behind you was Fyodor, who thrust relentlessly in your ass, not giving a damn about the fact that you won't be able to sit properly tomorrow, since he'd just use that as an excuse to 'punish' you.

The Russian's pale fingers were twisting and pinching your nipples, as his mouth latched onto your neck, leaving bitemarks here and there. But it isn't like the small, cute, purple-red marks Dazai left, he prefer to dig his teeth in your skin, like how a predator do. He would bite you so hard it'd bleed a bit, but he'd quickly fake an apology by licking at the wound, pushing you further.

"I really adore how you can fall under me, malyshka. Why don't you fall some more, hmm?"

And you did. With every second passed, you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in Hell, the Hell these demons created just for you. Dazai doesn't enjoy the feeling of being left out, not one bit, so he tightened his grip on your hips as he changed his rhythm to sharp, accurate thrusts.

Your back arched into a beautiful curve, making more ways for Dazai, as his fingers never stop their ministration on your throbbing clit and his cock continuously hitting that sweet spot would make you see not just stars, but the whole fucking universe, you could feel your next wave of release drawing near.

Fyodor too, doesn't enjoy the way his little mouse focusing on Dazai wholly, so he tilted your head in an almost painfully angle to claim your lips, swallowing every moans and sounds you have to offer, that is, if you still remain conscious enough to form words.

With one final hard thrust, your knot exploded, your vision went white, fingers desperately holding onto Dazai, head empty as you creamed Dazai's cock. The two kept on fucking you through your-who-knows-how-many orgasm, chasing their own high. Their thrusts, even though slowly becoming erratic but never once lost their accuracy, plus, Fyodor was still biting your neck all over again and again while Dazai stimulating your already swollen, needy bundle of nerves.

"Tell me, (y/n). Who is better? Me, or him?"

Dazai rasped, oh how you wish you could've seen him right now, and he wished for you to see him as well. He wants you to carve this scene, to burn it, implant it in that little mind of your so you know who is fucking you right now, who's making you feel this good you're on the verge of losing your mind.

They came almost the same time, and so did you, as painting your inner walls white with their seeds, you could felt your juices mixed with Dazai's, coating his cock again. Yet they never cease thrusting as they rode out their own, and your orgasms, fucking you even dumber.

And they did. They fuck you until your stomach was overflowing with their cum, to the point if you squint hard enough you could see it getting swollen.

They fuck you until your vision went black, and when you woke up their cocks, still balls deep inside you, but this time with Dazai taking your ass while Fyodor enjoys your pussy.

They fuck you until you were too dumb to even comprehend what was happening anymore, until you can't do anything but moans out broken syllables of their names like a mantra.

And they will continue to fuck you until you can settle the score for them, since it always ends with a draw. For more nights to come, you'll have to tag along with these demons until you made out your mind...

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NNN#4 - A fox's mischief

Ft: Yandere!Kitsune Dazai x Reader

Warnings: DARK CONTENTS INCLUDED, yandere!Dazai, kitsune!Dazai, kidnapping, dub-con, breeding kink, virgin!reader, gaslighting, dead dove do not eat, pretty heavy Japanese mythology theme, mind break?

Notes: This is written under the perspective of an Asian person who's currently living and studying in Japan, Western audiences may have trouble understanding, do me a favor to either click back if you feel uncomfortable, or try google them if you don't fully get any concept in this piece. And fuck off if you're tryna file a complaint.

Main reference: Yotsumegami - Reunion

Best with: Domineer & Fantasy Note - HI3 (sfw parts only)

Words counts: 4048 words (plus explanations)

"Ever heard of Yomotsu-hegui(*)? Legends said that if you ever gone to the other side, never consume anything, not even a single drop of water. Shall not, you will never be able to return."

You've been told a lot since you're young, of how you should pay respect to the gods, how you should stay away from the evil spirits. Even when you've grown up, you never once forget what you were taught. In this land of countless gods, there isn't anything as 'too careful'.

Yet it seems that you've payed respect to a rather troublesome god, I daresay. Foxes are known for their mischiefs, and so is kitsune. It still felt like yesterday, when you went on a field trip with your school in Kyoto. You were young and dumb, i mean, any kid in high school would be like that, no? So instead of staying inside your shared room like you were supposed to be, you decided to snuck out with some other students and joined their bravery contest. One by one finished the contest without any problem, well except for some occasionally screams from your teammates and sounds of laughter came from those who're responsible for scaring the participants.

It was at that moment you knew you fucked up. Their cheap costume and skill wasn't that scary, yet somehow the moonlight had made it much more scarier than it intended to be, (fake) blood dripping down the monster's face (mask), not to mention the (fake) claws shining like daggers waiting to slice your flesh.

You immediately dropped the light, running for your life with a howl-like scream. When you calmed down, you were already lost in the forest nearby. It couldn't be helped! You were still a young girl and all, who wouldn't be scared seeing that?! When you were frantically looking for a way out, you suddenly noticed a small shrine with a fox statue, desperate time calls for desperate measure. You stood there, bow your head and clapped your hands, trying to be as sincere as possible, praying to a god no one knows.

You wanted to get out of the forest, but as you were told, equivalent exchange is important, so whenever you're praying for something to a god, you need to give something in return. Like when you visit a shrine, you need to bring some 5 yen coins to put in the offering box. But you didn't have anything with you right now, so you prayed that if they get you out of the forest, you'll bring them some inari-zushi(**) to return the favor.

And it seems that your prayer works, for not long after, you finally found the way out, and it leads you right to where your friends are. It was more than lucky that you all were able to safely return to your rooms without being noticed.

Next morning is your free time, students can go purchase souvenirs for their family or friends, but you have to return before lunch to make it in time for the train. After snatch some snacks and local treats for your family, you stopped by and get the inari-zushi you promised, but the problem is how do you find that shrine again...

As you were pondering, wind starts to blow, as if it's trying to lead the way. Following the leaves down your foot, you found the shrine with the familiar fox statue. It really is memorable, since not everyday you see a fox with bandages. Placing the offering under the fox's feet, you bow down at the statue.

"Thank you for helping me! I've brought the offering like I said last night, hopefully it'd be to your liking!"

When you're finished, the leaves, once again led you the way out. What you failed to notice was someone, or rather something was looking at you back then.

A few years had passed since then. You've graduated and is working for a company now. But life didn't seem to like you that much. You never loved your job, and neither do you love your boss or your coworkers. Not to mention it's a black company. (***) Shitty life, shitty work, and worst of all that you can't rely on your family nor friends.

You were heading back from work that night as you saw the familiar shrine near your apartment. It may not help, but again, desperate time calls for desperate measure. You look for some coins in your wallet and threw in a 5-yen coin as usual. You pray not for a new, better job, but instead a life without worrying. You've had enough with this depressing life, supposedly. But you know that you'll still have to wake up tomorrow and head to work like everyday, maybe until you drop dead.

The next day when you were on your way to the station, as you walk past the familiar shrine, you suddenly collapsed. Was it due to the all energy drink diet? Or was it due to the fact that you've been working overtime for the whole month? Or maybe it was due to your 2-hours sleeping schedule? Whatver the reason is, nothing matters now as all you can remember was darkness.

The sounds of leaf ruffling wakes you up. Slowly open your eyes, you saw yourself under a cherry blossom tree. How long had you been out? Days? Weeks? And how did you get here?

“Oh! You’re finally awake!”

A man approaches you, a kitsune, to be precise. He has fox ears on his head, and nine fluffy tails behind wagging happily. You’ve heard about him in old tales, but it’s the first time you get to see a kitsune in flesh like this.

“Ah, I forgot. You must be hungry, here, take this.”

He shoved a fresh peach in your hands, not letting you say anything. It looks so delicious, plus, your stomach was growling like you haven’t ate for days, so inevitably, the hunger took over before your rational thoughts could. You mumble a ‘thank you’ before munching on the peach. The sweet taste felt so refreshing, and it made you feel so content, plus, it filled your empty-for-who-knows-how-long stomach.

“Feel free to have more, there’s plenty after all~”

One after another, each bites took you further on cloud nine. Like you were an angel relaxing amongst the cloud. It isn’t exactly a ‘healthy meal’, but at least it’s better than those energy drink you gulped down everyday.

“Thank you for the meal.”

“You’re welcome~ Ah, right, how rude of me. I’m Dazai Osamu, but feel free to call me however you want~”

“Dazai-san…”

“Yes? May I have the honor of knowing your name, my lovely lady?”

“I’m (y/n)…”

“Well then, (y/n)-chan, now that you’re full, shall we go for a walk?”

Dazai helps you up, he held your hand as he takes you for a tour in his land, or so he claimed. As you two left the forest, the peach trees nearby didn’t went unnoticed.

Going up the stairs, you two were about to head towards a torii gate, but you suddenly stop midway. This was too good to be a dream, to the point it worried you. Maybe you'll wake up anytime now, on some hospital bed if you're lucky enough, or maybe on the concrete sidewalk still. You decided to test things out by pinching yourself, it hurts, so this isn't a dream?!

You still have to work, you have your rent due in the corner, you still haven't get to drink at your favorite place. You still have too many things needed to be done, so why are you strolling leisurely like this? You aren't allowed to.

The brunette noticed you stopped and turns around,

“What’s wrong? Are you tired? Should I carry you?”

“Dazai-san... I don’t think I can stay any longer. I have to return.”

His expression quickly darkens. His grip on your arm suddenly felt so tight to the point it hurts.

“Where do you plan on going? You have nowhere to go, isn’t that right?”

"I...do..."

“Don’t lie to me. I’ve been watching you since that night when you got lost in the forest. That’s right. I saw how you struggle everyday to wake up, I saw how you barely make ends meet. I saw those empty energy drink and pre-made food in your trashcan! I saw how you never get to sleep properly! I carried you here when you collapsed at the shrine back then!”

It shocks you, not only because he was the one helped you back then, but that he’s been keeping an eye for you ever since. You couldn’t protest, he was right. You had a terrible life, so why do you want to go back? Why should you go back?

“(y/n)-chan, don’t forget, you were the one who asked for this. You asked for a better life, and I’m going to give you that. You don't have to try your best here, you don't have to pretend like you're alright, you don't have to cry every night to sleep here. So why bother going back?"

“Even if you want to go back, you can never return. I take that you must have been taught about Yomotsu-hegui, no?”

Shit. You recall the peach trees you saw on the way here, so those peaches he gave you…

“You must’ve noticed the trees. They were meant for you to see, by the way.”

“You… I…”

“That’s right! Now you’ve belong to this side, I’ll never let you go.”

His fluffy tails embraced you, pulling you closer to him. He held you in his arms, whispering to you those sweet words you’ve been longing for,

“I’ve set my eyes on you since that night, (y/n). Think carefully, isn’t living here much better? You won’t be sick, don’t have to be, what was it that you humans blabbering about? Ah yes, a corporate slave. You don’t have to constantly worry about rent or food. You never had anyone to rely on, hadn’t you? You have nothing to worry here, I’ll take care of you, sweet (y/n).”

What he said isn’t wrong. Not to mention you’ve always hated your job, hate the way you had to force yourself on packed trains every morning, hate the way you had to lie to your parents whenever they asked how are you, since that one time you told them the truth, they had shouted at you that it’s all your fault, so you had to take care of your own troubles.

Compare to that, living here might be better after all… Plus, you can’t turn back now, considering the fact that you had consume this side’s food. You can no longer return. So why not just accept it as it is?

You suddenly felt so dizzy, your vision blurring, and your whole body felt so limp they could collapse anytime. Everything happened too fast you couldn't comprehend what was happening, it felt like that time when your blood sugar dropped from that consecutive 2-days overtime working.

"Oh? It's kicking in, I see! Worry not, my dear (y/n), you're one of us now. You'll adapt soon enough~"

Before you could process the meaning behind his words, you had long forgotten why did you have to return. What was it again..? Dazai seems to be enjoying this hazy, delirious state of you as you slowly blending in with this side.

After a while, you had regain your vision, but you still couldn't stand straight, maybe it was because of Dazai's tails are restraining you, you can't even recall what you were doing before you got here anymore. By now, Dazai was already holding you princess style, those fluffy tails still wrapping around you, acting as a kind of restraint.

"What...am I doing..."

"I'm escorting my bride to my, no, our shrine, of course!"

"Your bride..?"

"My, have you forgotten already? It's you, (y/n)."

Passing the torii gate, deep in the forest lies a small shrine with a fox statue. Isn't it too small for a house? But when you two went behind the statue, which acts as a 'gate' that only reacts to his power, his real house revealed. It's a traditional Japanese house, and judging by the looks seems that it were build for quite a while ago.

Heading straight towards the now shared bedroom, Dazai gently sat you down on the mattress. The haze still lingers as you look up to him with half-lidded eyes.

"After tonight, you're mine and only mine. I won't let anyone else have you, (y/n)..."

Dazai whispered as he leans in to claim your lips. His hand held your head in place, his tongue slid past your lips, entangling with yours. As the kiss deepened, his other free hand went to unbuttoned your blouse. Even though you were too carried away by the kiss, you could still feel something hard hitting against your stomach.

At one point when you couldn't endure the lack of oxygen any longer, you tried your best to push him out, as you two parted, you could easily see a silver string connects you two. His lips move down slowly, dropping rain of kisses on your now exposed neck. As he nibbled on your collarbone, Dazai gently tugged your bra as a way of asking for your permission to remove it. You just nodded and before you know he had pushed you down the mattress, your bra, along with the blouse had been thrown into the corner.

By now, as he left trails of kisses and some bitemarks on all over your neck down to the collarbone, his hands were fondling your breasts directly, when his thumbs grazed your nipples teasingly, you almost let out a moan, but you had bitten your own lips to supress them. And Dazai didn't like this, at all. So he decided to step up his game. His skilled fingers focused on your nipples, pinching ever so lightly before suddenly twisting them. It felt so good a moan slipped out, and Dazai took the chance to slide his thumb in between those pretty lips of your so you won't get a chance to hurt them any further.

"Don't hide them. Let me hear your voice, (y/n). Only I can hear those sweet sounds you make."

Of course, as a gentleman, or so he claimed, Dazai didn't neglect your lower lips for long, as he left your breasts, he told you to lift up your hips, and you complied, so he can take off your skirt.

"My, already this wet? Maybe I don't have to prepare you even, and I've only played with your breasts. It's a shame to leave them so soon, considering how they fit my hands perfectly, but I can still enjoy them, since you're mine now, righttt~?"

His free hand circling the dampened materials, moving slowly to your clit before pressing down suddenly, making you gasped. Dazai only stop teasing when you begged him with teary eyes,

"Please... Dazai..."

"Call me by my name, bella."

"Osamu... I want you... I need you so bad, please?"

"Nope~ You can do better than that, kitten~"

"P-Please... I want to feel you inside me, your fingers, your tongue, anything, Osamu... Make a mess out of me, pretty please?"

"Well, who am I to say no?"

Your last piece of clothing, your last wall of defense was thrown away just by that. Dazai gave you a long lick along your slit before sliding it in, lapping at your juices like it was the best sake he had had for years. His hands held down your legs so it won't clamp down as his tongue swirling around your walls, you can even see his fox ears moving excitedly as he continues to eat you out like he never had a meal for days and your cunt were the only food he has.

"Osamu... M-more...! Ngh-!"

Dazai hums as a respond, sliding his tongue out to suck on your clit as he pushes a finger in. One is clearly not enough, so the second soon found its way through your slick folds. He occasionally switch between scissoring and curling them up inside you, hitting that spongy spot he knew will drive you crazy. To add up, his thumb lightly brushes your swollen bundle of nerves when he leans up to kiss you.

Muffled moans and the squelch sounds your pussy was making filled the room. Your pussy felt like it's on fire, the pleasure was too much to handle, as you feel your orgasm drawing close, Dazai suddenly pressed down harshly on your clit, swirling it around. You came with a scream-like moans muffled by the kiss, after what seems to be an eternity, he finally parted, as you were struggling to regain your breath, you could saw Dazai slowly removes his kimono, revealing his bandaged body.

"What's under those bandages, Osamu?"

"I... I'll tell you when the time comes, (y/n)..."

It was rare to see him hesitating, like a role reversal even. But that asides, you didn't want to force him, so to ease the awkwardness in the air, you decided to take the lead for a brief moment, leaning towards and pulled Dazai in your arms. It was now your turn to rain kisses upon him. From his forehead, to his cheeks, down his neck, you make your way towards his bandaged torso, but before you could make your way further, Dazai has stopped you and offer to return the favor.

He began from your forehead, next was your eyelids, then down your cheeks, and finally he claimed your lips for who knows how many times in the night. Moving up, he kissed your ear, not forgetting to bite ever so gently, teasing you even further. Sliding down your neck, he peppered kisses around before lifting your hand up, kissing from your wrist to your palm. For a moment you've thought he looks so much like a prince in the shining armor from the fairy tales.

The brunette place one on your waist, before he spreaded your legs once again, kissing and nibbling at your thighs, not once breaking eye contact with you. Yes, he wanted you to carve this in your mind, that he is taking your first, that he will be the only one there for you, that tonight, when the deal is sealed, you'll become his and only his.

Dazai couldn't hide the excitement in his voice as he slowly inched himself inside you. He noticed the discomfort look on your face, and he leaned over, offering a hand to held yours, as he sucked on your breast as a form of distraction.

"You're taking me so well, (y/n)... Just a little bit more..."

"Y-Yeah... I'll try..."

As soon as he noticed your cunt loosening up a bit, he pushed himself into you even further.

"T-Too deep! Osamu..!"

"It's all in, you did well, (y/n)..."

For his side, he was trying his best not to move right there and then, truth be told, he had long dreamed about this, his cock buried deep inside your folds ever since you set foot in the forest years ago. Now that you're in his arms, you won't let anyone, or anything else have you. You're his little wife.

He kept your mind occupied by playing with both your swollen clit and nipple, and if you squint hard enough, there seems to be some impatience in his acts. The fluffy tails behind couldn't hide their master's true color as they wagged around happily.

"Mm... I think you can move now, Osamu..."

He had been waiting for this moment, as he quickly obliged your request, placing your legs on his shoulders as he almost pulled out completely, only the tip remaining before abruptly thrusted into you.

"Ah! N-Not so hard...!"

But your pleads fell on deaf ears as his cock kept on abusing that same spot when he fingered you before, each thrust harder than the previous, as if he wasn't just trying to knock you up but trying to knock your soul out of your body as well.

One of his hand found its way to your clit, and he began to toy with them, stimulate you even further. The shared bedroom now filled with moans and gasps, the sounds of skin slapping and his low groans. You were far too deep in the pleasure to notice his ears twitching excitedly, as Dazai himself is close to his release as well. That moment when you feel his cum filled you, your familiar knot snaps as well.

"C-cumming..! Take it all, (y/n)!"

"O-Osamu! I'm- ah!"

Dazai remained inside you for a long while before slowly pulling out, a string of your mixed juices shines like silver under the moonlight. He leaned over, placing kisses on your teary eyes. Even though that seems to be a gentle act, the kitsune has something else in store for you. He quickly sat you on his hard cock, not once caring about your fucked out state, he slide himself into you once more.

"No...more..."

"More, you say? Your wish is my command~"

Dazai grips your hips as he began to bounce you on his cock, fucking his cum all the way into you again. In this position, he could reach even further as his tips kissing your cervix harshly, sometimes he randomly thrusted from below, coaxing gasps out of you. Those fluffy tails now wrapped themselves around you, acting like they were supporting your body, but at the same time holding you close to him.

You were already sensitive from your previous orgasms, and with Dazai kept on sucking and biting on your nipples, you could felt the third one coming so close.

"Ngh... You're... Clenching around me so tight, (y/n)... Do you want my cum that badly? T-then be sure... Ngh... To take it properly..!"

His rhythm became faster and more erratic as you two chased your releases. With one final sharp thrust, you two came at almost the same time. His hot seeds painted your inner walls white as your juices coated his cock.

Dazai leaned over, kissing the tears away before he slid down to claim your lips once more. When your lips parted, he pulled out slowly, your mixed juices dripping down due to gravity, but Dazai quickly used his fingers to push them back inside.

"There we go. You wouldn't want to waste them, right (y/n)?"

The sensation made your walls clench around his fingers again, you inwardly cursed your body for acting on its own.

"Oh? Aren't you an eager one? Don't worry~ I'll be sure to breed you thoroughly, and we still have plenty more nights to come after all~"

Just the thought of being filled over and over again with his seeds made you shivered, with both fear and excitement. And the night is still young...

Explanations:

(*) Yomotsu-hegui: Legends said that the livings and the deceases belongs to two different worlds, with Sanzu river as the barrier. Consuming the deceases' food or drink, by any means shows that you've fully belong to the other side. One may feel relatable with the story of Persephone having to stay in Hell due to the fact that she had consumed some pomegranates Hades gave her in Greek Mythology.

(**) Inari-zushi: It is said that the fried tofu are one of kitsune's favorite. They like fried tofu in general, and so this was invented. It's fried tofu wrapped rice balls, lit. meaning is fox sushi.

(***) Black company: While specifics may vary from workplace to workplace and company to company, a typical practice at a black company is to hire a large number of young employees and then force them to work large amounts of overtime without overtime pay. Conditions are poor, and workers are subjected to verbal abuse and "power harassment" or may vary to sexual harassment in some cases, (bullying) by their superiors. In order to make the employees stay, superiors of black companies would often threaten young employees with disrepute if they chose to quit. This is often seen in Japanese society, even though it was reported that the gov are trying their best to reduce the numbers, yet they still increases, suggestion due to the working culture.

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TODAYS LEARNING CURVE: SELF CONTROL

MDNI | wc. 0.1k

PARING: Various x Fem! Reader

SYNOPSIS: maybe flirting with your lover's rival wasn't the best idea.

CONTAINS: overstim., fingering, bondage, dumbification, vibrator usage, orgasm denial

“You still with me baby, or are you too fucked out to speak?” a light chuckle is released from his mouth. “Y'know, you wouldn't be in this situation if you weren't going around misbehaving. Did you enjoy getting me all riled up, hmm” he questioned. Once he didn't hear a responce a harsh slap to your pussy has you choking out in pain.

“I'm talkin’ to you y/n''.

You tried so hard to force the words out, you truly did. However the way he has you lying on the bed with your arms bound behind your back and legs being spread oh so beautifully for him made it so hard to answer. Pinching your puffy clit with the pads of his fingers, has you twitching “P-please no mu-h, m’sorry'' the words tumbled out of your pretty lips so pathetically. Eyes red from the tears streaming down your pretty face “t-too much” you choked out. Movements from your pussy came to a stop and you slowly tried to pry your eyes open, blinking away the tears.

He pulls his hand from your cunt and slowly licks his fingers holding your gaze. “You didn't answer my question, princess” he said lowly. “Didn't mean to” words finally came mumbled out, trying to find the strength to sit up to see what he was doing. “You didn't mean to, hmm” he repeated, words leaving a bad taste on his tongue. “We both know that's a lie baby, just be honest.” he said while looking at you.

“Well, that's okay. We can find a different way to make you talk”.

Confusion settled on your face, as he yanked you towards him. “What are yo-” the words barely left your tongue as a small device was suddenly pressed to your clit. A loud sharp moan was ripped from your mouth as you attempted to move away from the strong vibrations. “M’SORRY, PLE-AHH” eyes rolling to the back of your head as your tongue lolls out of your mouth and drool slides down your chin. That familiar build up in you comes so fast “cu-”

huh. Looking at him with pure shock a small why comes tumbling out. “Hmm, isn't it obvious? What makes you think you can cum like you usually do?”. Him alternating between the vibrator being shoved in you and his fingers rubbing against your clit, it was all too much. Tears streaming down your face, words repeatedly telling him to slow down and to let you cum falling on deaf ears.

“Until you learn some self control, you're not allowed to cum... I’ll engrave it into that small brain of yours, who you truly belong to. Gonna make it so you're unable to think about anything else aside from me”

Characters in mind while writing: ace, zoro,law, draken, grimmjow, suna, gojo, sukuna, dazai, kenpachi, aizen, eren, (insert ur fav here)

A/N: y’all this was so fun to write. this was originally supposed to be part of a mini series i’m working on but i want you guys opinion on this 🫣 luv you

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Reposting the Dazai work bc the reblog is messing it up <3

The Man Behind the Smile

Dazai Osamu x Mâle Reader

You had been working at the ADA for about 2 years already, knowing all of your fellow coworkers well, especially the two you’d gotten closest with,

Kunikida Doppo and Dazai Osamu, the two you’d been partnered with in your time here.

One free day off from work, you were called by your coworker Kunikida,

“Y/N, could you please do me a favor?” Kunikida spoke politely over the phone.

“Of course, what’s up?” You asked, urging him to continue.

“Dazai hasn’t shown up to work again, he said yesterday he was going to some bar, please check his dorm and sober him up for work.” He spoke, the hidden desperation to find his coworker hardly being disguised.

“I’ll check on him, Kunikida, don’t worry.” You reassured. “Thank you, Y/N” he thanked you before hanging up.

You began getting dressed to walk over from your dorm to your friend’s, which was a short walk from your own.

When you reached his door you were about to knock, before you realized his door was already cracked open.

You immediately pictured the worst, reaching for the weapon you kept hidden in your pocket for self defense.

You breathed in deeply before slowly opening the door and quietly scanning the apartment.

There was a room littered in stray empty and half empty alcohol bottles, and your friend laying right in the center of it all as you saw his body rise and fall from slow breaths, reassuring you he was alive.

You sighed before walking over to the man whom you’d presumed was asleep from the alcohol intake.

When you reached him you sat behind him and leaned over him to wake him up, a hand already placed to shake him awake.

But then you saw he was perfectly awake, but still clearly very drunk. His face was red and his eyes were hazy as he hugged a nearly empty bottle tightly.

He slowly looked up at you and shifting to slightly face you. As he squinted to make out your face from the dizziness you saw his eyes widen.

Then and there was an expression you’d never seen on your friend’s face.

He looked shocked, heart-ached, and relieved. So much emotion on a man you’d hardly seen be truly authentic.

“O…da..?” He whispers out shakily as his breathing gets quicker and his face gets more and more emotional.

He quickly sat up and faced you fully, then grabbing you and hugging you unbelievably tightly.

“Oda! Odasaku..” he cried out, his left hand grasping at the back of your head to try holding you closer as if you’d vanish in thin air.

You hesitantly half hugged him back with one arm “Dazai..? What’s the matter?” You asked, now very concerned for your friend’s behavior and who this Odasaku was.

“I missed you.. so much.. I’ve worked every day to be a good man I promise..” he spoke slowly, as if fighting back any more emotions he could possibly pour out.

Your heart ached at his words, ´a good man’. You had no clue what Dazai had been through but you felt so much sadness at just how much he seemed to hold on.

You knew you had to tell him it wasn’t what he thought, that you weren’t this man he spoke of, to snap him out of it.

But you couldn’t do it, not to him..

“I’ve.. missed you too, Dazai” you played along, hugging him back fully now.

“I know how hard you’ve worked, you’ve done good. I’m proud of you, Dazai. You are a good man.” You had no clue what you were saying, if you were even being accurate to the role, but it seemed like what he needed.

He let out a shaky breath, he stayed holding you in complete silence, only his shaking breaths and rare quiet whimpers filling the silence.

Then you felt his breathing settle and slow, his grip on you loosen, the weight his body leaned on you.

He had fallen asleep in your arms, you laid him back onto his futon gently, holding his head to tuck a pillow under it.

You knew you’d have to make an excuse to Kunikida later, but that was at the back of your mind for now.

After looking at him one last time you got up and began looking for a trash bag to collect all the bottles.

After collecting each one by one, empty or not, and throwing them away in the dump outside the dorms, you took to checking his kitchen.

He lacked any food at all in his fridge or cabinets, but a package of instant ramen you could make do with to help him out when he woke up.

You quickly cooked it and placed it into his microwave to heat when he woke up.

You then simply grabbed a cup from his sink, washing it off before filling it with water to place on the table.

While you were at it, you took to silently doing his dishes as well.

When you’d finished you walked back over to his sleeping form, noticing he was still in his full attire along with shoes.

You carefully took off his shoes, coat, vest, and necktie to make him more comfortable. Folding each garment when you were done and placing his shoes at the door.

Just then you got a call from Kunikida, he was likely checking in since you hadn’t called him back.

You walked outside the dorm to answer the call. You calmly explained to Kunikida the excuse that Dazai was too sick from the night before to make it to work, reluctantly Kunikida accepted it and hung up.

You sighed before walking back into the dorm. As you finished silently closing the door behind you, you heard a voice call to you.

“Y/N..” Dazai muttered, voice raspy from clearly just waking up and feeling sickly.

“Good evening, Dazai.” You greeted him as if all was normal as to not make him uncomfortable as you walked to him and sat by his side.

You continued on, “I made you some ramen and got you a cup of water if you’d like. I also hope you don’t mind but I did your di-“ he cut you off with a hand lazily pushed onto your mouth.

You looked at him confused, he stared at you blankly, no fake smile or anything, just Dazai. He gestured a finger to his lips as he made a shushing sound.

He then threw his head into your chest, his hand falling from your face.

You wanted to say something, but you understood that this wouldn’t be something Dazai wanted to talk about, you felt you owed the man a break.

“Could you help me to the bathroom..? Please..” he muttered quietly, but enough for you to hear.

Without hesitation you began lifting his limp body from his under arms as you slung one over your shoulder and began dragging him to the bathroom and then began starting him a bath.

You sat him on the floor to prop him against his bathtub, “I’ll go get you some more comfortable clothes.” You offered before walking out quickly.

You came back with a large long sleeve shirt and sweatpants you found for him along with underwear for him. Expecting him to ask you to leave so he could bathe, you began leaving the bathroom before your hand was quickly and tightly grasped.

“Dazai..?” You questioned him, not understanding what more he needed.

He didn’t say a word, he just tugged on your arm weakly and gestured his head toward the bath.

“You want me to.. help you..?” You were unsure if you were right and hesitated to say it, but Dazai nodded slightly before he gestured to undoing his shirt buttons.

“Are you sure..? Do you really feel comfortable with this..?” You asked him, searching for reassurance that you wouldn’t make him uncomfortable or overstep. He just nodded again.

You just nodded back then sighed before beginning to undo his shirt, then slipping it off his bandaged arms gently.

He gestured to his pant button much like he did with his shirt. You breathed in deeply before hesitantly undoing and removing your friend’s pants.

You then paused and looked to him again, wanting to be there for him but not go past what he asked of you.

He placed a weak finger against the waistband of his boxers and nodded to reassure you.

Out of respect you looked away from his lower body as you slipped off his last layer of clothing leaving him in his bandages alone.

You refused to look at him as to not make him uncomfortable. You felt his warm hand on your shoulder as you looked over and straight into his eyes.

He pulled at your shirt and gestured into the bathtub as he wanted your help getting in.

You understood as you looked away once more before lifting him up again and gently placing him into to perfectly warm water.

You stayed looking away, but Dazai grabbed your hand once again and gestured his head to the shampoo and conditioner as he wanted you to wash his hair.

You still couldn’t understand this, did he just gain this much trust in you? Is he just feeling that low? Is he planning something? You couldn’t understand this out of character behavior of his.

And yet, you washed his hair, you dried him in a towel, you dressed him, you carried him to sit and eat, you fed him, you helped him drink his water, and you carried him all the way back to his futon.

But most importantly, you stayed. He asked you to stay with him, and you laid right by his side.

Perhaps it was just his mood, or maybe Dazai secretly loved you and took the chance for affection, or maybe he just needed someone and couldn’t put it off anymore.

Either way, you stayed. And from then on, you’d vowed to always stay. Dazai needed you.

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