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gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (oh god. pet play, feet, degradation, sub!dazai, i just . god fuck)

dazai never behaves. you should know better than to expect it at this point. and yet, you catch yourself desperately guiding him towards the right thing, before he’s veering himself off course.

he never behaves, not on his own.

only when obedience is forced upon him. with words. with chains. with a collar.

it’s a pretty little thing, black leather, a heart-shaped metal with dainty handwriting engraved on it: ‘osamu’. he wears it with pride, with a lazy smile and flushed cheeks. it suits him, just tight enough to give the image of control. such a pretty little thing.

“are you going to be good tonight, my dear?”

from his knees, he offers you a giddy grin, half-focused eyes. a non-answer.

when you step forward, his heart lurches. “i said,” and he’s trembling with anticipation, “are you going to be good?”

hair dances before his eyes as he shakes his head.

“ah.” you sigh. “so that’s how it’ll be, then.” only when it’s forced.

when your heel lands between his legs, rubbing his bulge through soft boxers, his eyelashes flutter. he groans, low and sweet like honey. his head falls back, lips parted.

“you really ought to learn some fucking manners, pup.”

a harder press to his aching cock, and he’s panting. a shameless rut of his hips gives just enough friction along the arch of your foot, a sly smirk playing on his lips. such a pretty little thing.

a naughty one, too.

your gaze darkens as you loom over him. “what part of ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ don’t you understand?” harder. “you stupid fucking mutt.”

golden eyes widen, his tongue lolls out, head dropping behind his shoulders. he twitches and shakes under the pressure, a wet spot forming beneath your toes. he can’t even speak his usual quip, not when his mind is full of cotton and desire. not when the collar around his throat tightens.

“did you just cum?” disbelief and faux disgust lace the words.

through a hazy grin, he nods.

“ah. i see.” you lean over him, closing the space. “you’re always-” harder, harder, harder, “-such a fucking-” his cock twitches back to life beneath your heel, “-bad dog.”

a/n: genuinely do not look at me

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𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 . . .

diluc spared no effort in making her feel cherished on her special day. he spoiled her with a cascade of gifts, but the pièce de résistance was the towering stack of books he bought her. each title was chosen with care—some she had mentioned in passing, not even realizing he’d noticed, and others he had selected himself, imagining the way her eyes would light up as she turned their pages.

overwhelmed by the gesture, she had cried—silly tears, she thought, but how could she not cry when no one had ever made her feel so profoundly seen, so deeply valued? it was the way he noticed the things no one else ever did, the way he cherished the fleeting, insignificant comments she never thought anyone cared for. in his mind, they were treasures, because they came from her. he made her feel like the most important thing in the universe—because to him, she was.

with the utmost care, she filled the top shelf of one of the countless bookcases in their home library with the novels she'd been gifted. she was mid-reach on the ladder when she felt the warmth of his hands at her waist, steady and sure, pulling her from her task.

“luc..? i need to finish putting these away—” she began, her voice light but distracted.

“it can wait, my love," he murmured, his voice soft but insistent as he guided her down. "the celebrations aren’t over yet. allow me to show you just how special you are.”

art by dracoryss ♡

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JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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h-hands ……

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gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (oh god. pet play, feet, degradation, sub!dazai, i just . god fuck)

dazai never behaves. you should know better than to expect it at this point. and yet, you catch yourself desperately guiding him towards the right thing, before he’s veering himself off course.

he never behaves, not on his own.

only when obedience is forced upon him. with words. with chains. with a collar.

it’s a pretty little thing, black leather, a heart-shaped metal with dainty handwriting engraved on it: ‘osamu’. he wears it with pride, with a lazy smile and flushed cheeks. it suits him, just tight enough to give the image of control. such a pretty little thing.

“are you going to be good tonight, my dear?”

from his knees, he offers you a giddy grin, half-focused eyes. a non-answer.

when you step forward, his heart lurches. “i said,” and he’s trembling with anticipation, “are you going to be good?”

hair dances before his eyes as he shakes his head.

“ah.” you sigh. “so that’s how it’ll be, then.” only when it’s forced.

when your heel lands between his legs, rubbing his bulge through soft boxers, his eyelashes flutter. he groans, low and sweet like honey. his head falls back, lips parted.

“you really ought to learn some fucking manners, pup.”

a harder press to his aching cock, and he’s panting. a shameless rut of his hips gives just enough friction along the arch of your foot, a sly smirk playing on his lips. such a pretty little thing.

a naughty one, too.

your gaze darkens as you loom over him. “what part of ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ don’t you understand?” harder. “you stupid fucking mutt.”

golden eyes widen, his tongue lolls out, head dropping behind his shoulders. he twitches and shakes under the pressure, a wet spot forming beneath your toes. he can’t even speak his usual quip, not when his mind is full of cotton and desire. not when the collar around his throat tightens.

“did you just cum?” disbelief and faux disgust lace the words.

through a hazy grin, he nods.

“ah. i see.” you lean over him, closing the space. “you’re always-” harder, harder, harder, “-such a fucking-” his cock twitches back to life beneath your heel, “-bad dog.”

a/n: genuinely do not look at me

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funni sunday

He and march are pretty much an underrated duo imo

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I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - @teddybeartoji meow

I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can i be your knight mickey please please i’ll wear the best armor you can pick it out you can kiss me with my helmet on i’ll be sure to get one where you can still see me smiling please please please plleeeaaseeee

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you and mickey @teddybeartoji

CKDKCKDJNCNDJDKDJD yes but it’s me sending it to mickey :333

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gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (oh god. pet play, feet, degradation, sub!dazai, i just . god fuck)

dazai never behaves. you should know better than to expect it at this point. and yet, you catch yourself desperately guiding him towards the right thing, before he’s veering himself off course.

he never behaves, not on his own.

only when obedience is forced upon him. with words. with chains. with a collar.

it’s a pretty little thing, black leather, a heart-shaped metal with dainty handwriting engraved on it: ‘osamu’. he wears it with pride, with a lazy smile and flushed cheeks. it suits him, just tight enough to give the image of control. such a pretty little thing.

“are you going to be good tonight, my dear?”

from his knees, he offers you a giddy grin, half-focused eyes. a non-answer.

when you step forward, his heart lurches. “i said,” and he’s trembling with anticipation, “are you going to be good?”

hair dances before his eyes as he shakes his head.

“ah.” you sigh. “so that’s how it’ll be, then.” only when it’s forced.

when your heel lands between his legs, rubbing his bulge through soft boxers, his eyelashes flutter. he groans, low and sweet like honey. his head falls back, lips parted.

“you really ought to learn some fucking manners, pup.”

a harder press to his aching cock, and he’s panting. a shameless rut of his hips gives just enough friction along the arch of your foot, a sly smirk playing on his lips. such a pretty little thing.

a naughty one, too.

your gaze darkens as you loom over him. “what part of ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ don’t you understand?” harder. “you stupid fucking mutt.”

golden eyes widen, his tongue lolls out, head dropping behind his shoulders. he twitches and shakes under the pressure, a wet spot forming beneath your toes. he can’t even speak his usual quip, not when his mind is full of cotton and desire. not when the collar around his throat tightens.

“did you just cum?” disbelief and faux disgust lace the words.

through a hazy grin, he nods.

“ah. i see.” you lean over him, closing the space. “you’re always-” harder, harder, harder, “-such a fucking-” his cock twitches back to life beneath your heel, “-bad dog.”

a/n: genuinely do not look at me

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yes that blond twink is going to save me

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sketch requests: DAZAI in a dress :3

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nerdjo

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A STUDY IN → CHUUYA & CHILDE (insp.)

a chūya a day. 188/★

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you call dazai a filthy mutt while fucking and he starts rutting into you harder

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anyways . good luck to everyone pulling today :33

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chuuya and ajax huh? ehehe

CKDKCMDNCNXN RISU PLEEAAASSSEEE i am not immune to these stupid little gingers with their stupid little attitudes and their stupid little faces and their stupid little smiles and their-