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I'M LIQUID SMOOTH, COME TOUCH ME TOO ♡

FEATURING: D.OSAMU + FEM!READER

♡ his love doesn't come requited

CW: angst, unrequited love, one-sided pining, dazai is down AWFUL, erm a lil bit of red flags but this is dazai lets be fr

A/N: a rewrite of one of my first popular fics but better :33 originally for my blogs bday but im impatient af lmao

"♪ Or at least take my picture; 崩れてゆく前に ! ♪"

Dazai felt like he was drowning.

Plunged into a river like one of his suicide attempts, yet instead of his will to welcome death that weighs him down, something else tethers him to life. To climb out and thrash amoungst the waves and reach the shore just to live a few more miserable moments just because for a few moments, the sun had broken through the gray sky to shine its welcoming warmth.

You, he figured out soon after, was the sun that'd been hiding away for so long.

You were the ocean that lulled him other, fogging up his brain with nothing but your suffocating presence and the ache of an adrenaline-fueled rush to live, dragging him beneath the surface.

yet you couldn't figure out, it seemed, that dazai would much rather prefer to join the bones collecting at the bottom of your ocean's floor if it meant he'd be with you, linked back to you, when they find his body, so utterly tarnished and full of you.

dazai loved you, and yet you didn't reciprocate any of his adoration the way he wished you to.

he thought himself pathetic for it, frankly. pathetic for the way he'd chicken out of any confession, how his throat would seize in on itself and how his heart would falter in a measly attempt to protect himself.

from what? rejection? the disgust on your face when he spills out his hearts ugly contents for you to see?

he wouldn't blame you, but the thought of it made dazai sick.

yet he found himself outside your door, kicking pebbles underneath his show in the hazy light of your door light illuminating the night. in his hand, clenched around his fingers was a wilted bouquet of flowers. you mentioned these to be your favorite, and as soon as dazai got off work he had scoured the whole city in search of them in flower shops and fields.

he could just imagine your confused face, twisted in a hesitant, careful smile as you accept the flowers while you kindly dug his heart into the ground with your rejection.

maybe it wasn't a good idea to be here, maybe he should've left- yet dazai lifted his hand and knocked against the worn wood of your door as his heartbeat pumped through his ears, rushing blood drowning out any reasonable thought (or maybe that was just his utter infatuation with you, turning him into a fool that'll surely get swept away by fate)

shuffling was heard behind the door. the skin on his neck fluttered with the quickening of his pulse, already regretting it all.

the flowers. he looked at the flowers in hand, thought for one anxiety-ridden moment and threw them over the railing and into the bushes below. maybe you'd find them there in the morning on your way to the agency, wilted and weary from his wrenching grip on them.

finally, after a few moments where dazai was left in the sheer terror that was a man in love's thoughts, the door open to reveal you on the other side.

you spoke his name and yet dazai couldn't care less. what good was his name spoken in honeyed tones to the sight of you right now? it's not like you were wearing an extravagant ballgown, simply a shirt and some worn pants that told you were likely about to go to sleep before he impulsively barged onto your doorstep, and yet the sight makes him want to weep, to coax you into his hold and melt into your warmth and safety, like this was a familiar routine of his.

How he'd love to return home to you every day; the way your voice enunciates the syllables and vowels of his last name makes him wonder how his given name would sound, dripping off your lips in breathy sighs as he kissed you senseless-

"dazai, what is it? don't tell em you came here drunk." you crossed your arms, eyebrows raised and eyes concerned. his gaze shifted back to you and he managed to turn his lips up in a smile, though weak.

"ah bella', contrary to those scandalous lies kunikida's been feeding you I am in fact not a raging drunkard that terrorizes beauties like yourself." you nodded slowly, shoulders relaxing slightly. dazai noticed that.

"ah, well what do you need?" you tilted your head to the side and god, the warm orange light casted a glow on you that could only be described as heavenly; a place he never needed to see because why should he when it's right in front of him, yet he can't hvae?

fitting, for a sinner like him.

"I saw that! so you do believe kunikida's allegations against my good name!!" dazai whined, pouting as he getured towards your relaxed shoulders. though he jested, a warmth poured through him, the normalcy of his conversation with you relaxing him. dazai could imagine this conversation in a different setting, maybe in your kitchen as the two of you weaved around each other in something as domestic as cooking a meal, a proper meal that maybe he'd eat, not the canned crab and sake he'd grown accustomed to.

you giggled, leaning against the doorframe. "I don't, I'm only relieved 'cause your not like, about-to-pass-out-on-my-doorstep drunk." you gestured him inside, moving out the way for him as he shuffled inside. "what do you need?'

dazai looked around, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets. "remember when I put your keys in my pocket near the end of the day to hold onto them for you?" he waited for you to nod before continuing. "well, I think I might've given you my keys on accident as well." he chuckled. you nodded slowly, lips curved into an ''o'' shape.

"ah, wait here- my keys are in my room." you walked off into your room. shuffling and little mumbles came from your room as dazai stood there, panicking.

he needed out, he shouldn't have come, he shouldn't-

you walked back in, frowning as you flipped through your keys. "don't see 'em...by the way, why did you come in the middle of the night? what were you doing earlier?" you glanced up at him, placing your keys on a coffee table.

"i was getting drunk, as you accused me of.'' he teased, waving his hand dismissively. "ah, it's alright, I'll just lockpick my way into my dorm." you smiled and hummed, amused.

"that might look a little suspicious to a random passerby, don't you think? you wanna stay the night?" dazai froze.

no, no, no, no.

he couldn't. how could he? how could he spend the night in your house in a separate room, so close yet so far from you that dazai thinks the ache in his heart will swallow him whole, the lump in his throat will suffocate him and when doctors perform an autopsy they'll find your favorite flowers, the ones he threw over the railing, digging their thorns into his throat.

dazai wasn't a fool, he knew you didn't feel the same way. but how could he feel nothing but friendly, platonic love to you? when you're you, everything he's ever want and more, a precious jewel he doesn't ever deserve sullying with his bloodstained fingerprints.

dazai coughed, pulling himself from his spiral. "that sounds lovely, darling, but I think I'll place my bets on getting into my house." he flashed a grin at you, praying you couldn't see the way he wished to dip into a sob at the mere thought of not being able to have you.

you shrugged, smiling at him. at him. "mh, okay suit yourself." you pointed towards the door, chuckling. "now out!" dazai whined when you poked him in the shoulder, huffing indignantly.

"owww, ok!! no need to abuse me bella', you're so cruel..." dazai puffed out his cheeks as he walked out, throwing a careless grin as he shut the door.

he stood outside your dorm until the lock clicked on the other side. then he walked away silently, the chasm in his heart greater than before.

the breeze picked up into a gentle blow of the wind, ruffling his hair as he walked in silence. dazai could already imagine how it'd be tomorrow when he walked into the agency, how you'd look up at him and grin as you teased if he found a place to sleep last night and dazai would throw back another jest, whining about how he had to sleep in the cold when he really didn't but he only said it just to see you laugh. though he'd never admit the last part aloud.

there was a soft crunch under his foot. dazai stopped and looked down, removing his foot to see it-

your favorite flower, growing from the fissures in the concrete sidewalk, it's petals wilted and torn from his foot steps.

he stared at it. then, dazai walked away.

why couldn't you realise, that dazai would do anything if it mean you'd glance at him for a second with the love he never deserved, yet craved from you?

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!!

©Cheriiyaya 2024

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chuuya nakahara. the man you are. beautiful stunning powerful talented perfection in every media. chuuya day is truly the best day of the year. let's all celebrate chuuya for existing. thank you asagiri, harukawa, and hoshikawa for the beautiful creation that is chuuya nakahara.

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Monster OC HC!! - ☆Boris Howlles☆

Relationship HC with Boris Howlles...

Boris Howlles who...When he met you, it was on a full moon, you walked home after a night with your friends when he came rushing towards you with his glowing eyes. And he probably would've killed you. He squeezed you so tight, dug his nails into your arms so hard he left scratches. But he whimpered and threw himself off of you before grabbing at his head, a few moments later he was looking at you, his angry shaped eyes looked soft and guilty.

Boris Howlles Who... when you came looking a few days later, he shunned away from you. He was a monster, Cursed from the day he was born to be a child of the night. To animal like and monstrous to be human, to Human like to be an animal. He expected you to bring a trail of angry humans with touches and pitchforks. But was interested in you, when all you asked was to 'boop' his nose.

Boris Howlles who... dispite his mean looking face and seemingly hard outter shell, comes to enjoy your company, you're his first real friend! And so he tells you everything! About how Shifters and werewolves are different! The reason vampires and wolves of any kind don't get along, how the moon cycles affect how intense his more animalistic features and tendencies are; he tells you how his favorite places to be scratched if his chest and tummy!

Boris Howlles who... in time gets more and more attached, one day following you home in the dead of night, not telling you he was there. Until you woke up the next day to see him standing hunched over into your fridge looking around for something to eat, he was so hungry :( he sat ON your table while you made something to eat, tossing him a steak you had in your freezer. He confesses his attachment to you. He wants to be a pack with you, he'd been alone for so long that now he just can't let you go.

Boris Howlles who... is always trying to convince you to skip work and stay home with him :) who needs stupid money when it should be free to live, so just don't go out and be with him! You have to explain that's not how it works and pry him off your leg to leave the house every single time. And when one day you come smelling like... someone else, he gets... jealous... more than he was comfortable with. He gets angry and pouty with you. He doesn't utter a word to you for the next hour, mad at you for leaving and mad you had the nerve to spend time with someone else! But then that anger shifts...

Boris Howlles who... wishes he was born a Shifter instead. He's angry at fate. He didn't have a human form, he could never walk down the street with you, never hold your hand without worrying about scratching you or accidentally pulling to hard and taking your arm off, he would never be able to... properly kiss you. Not with his stupid snout and sharp fangs. He realizes in that moment that he loves you, but you couldn't be with him. It wouldn't be fair... he only opens up to these confessions and insecurities after you sat next to his and scratched his chest and tummy for thirty minutes.

Boris Howlles who... is thrilled to hear you feel the same way! You'd tried to deny your feelinging thinking a human and a 'monster' like him wouldn't be okay, or appropriate. But he didn't care, and neither should you! He loves you! And he'll be loyal and trustworthy till the very bitter end. However that doesn't stop the jealousy and insecurities of his, one day you came home smelling like that Coworker of yours the one that while you can't tell, he can smell the last they left behind on you. And he wasn't very happy.

Boris Howlles who... that night fully bonded himself to you, and you to him. He tried to be soft... tried to start slow... he was much bigger than you, and he really didn't want to hurt you. But the more he thought of you being his forever and creating a soul bond with him made his so excited... and the idea of that coworker being lustful about you made his so angry :( he was relentless and his pace was unforgiving. His brain just repeated the words "Mine, Mine, Mine, Mate, Mate, Mate," over and over and over again. He didn't stop until you passed out. Unable to take the overstimulatuon anymore.

Boris Howlles who... the morning after made you breakfast... or tried to atleast, he's too big for your little cozy apartment and isn't used to how your human technology works. It's a little burned and bland but you appreciated it nonetheless, and he happily cuddles you the rest of the day off from work. Only stopping to take a shower when you questioned him on the red liquid splatters on his fur, he said it was from a while ago but that wasn't true. It was from last night after he made sure you were passed out! You won't be seeing your coworker the next day at work tomorrow because he just couldn't let them get too close to you, his sweet little doe. But, you didn't need to know that. :)

Art work of Boris is on my 2nd account @all-about-bride

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Stormbringer.

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Lollipop

Pairing: Juuzou Suzuya x Reader

Summary: You explain to Juuzou what a blowjob is after he asks you about a joke that he didn’t understand. Of course, Juuzou being Juuzou, wants to know what it feels like.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

Warnings: groping, mentions of castration, blowjobs

Word Count: 1.7k

“Can you take my shoes off?” Juuzou asked, plopping down on the end of your bed.

“Sure,” you said, shrugging off your work clothes.

After you changed into more comfortable clothes, you made your way to the bed and kneeled in front of him. Your boyfriend tilted his head, quietly admiring you as you untied his laces. You’d been together for roughly around six months. In that time you taught him about traditional relationship customs such as holding hands, hugging, kissing, etcetera.

He found that doing these things with you filled him with that same pleasant tingling sensation that he would get whenever you were around him even before you started dating. Although being with you helped him sort out his feelings, both about you and in general, he still had a lot to learn about his own self-discovery. He remembered something he’d heard earlier. “What’s the difference between having the same job for 20 years and having the same wife for 20 years?”

You raised a brow at the odd question but didn’t think too much of it. After all, with his lack of understanding of basic human emotions and behaviors, he didn’t really filter anything he wanted to say. “What?”

“The job still blows,” he finished the joke in his usual cheery tone.

You froze midway through sliding off his shoe and slowly glanced up at him. Sure he’d said some inappropriate and offensive things before, but never anything sexual like that. Honestly, you weren’t even sure he knew exactly what sex consisted of. Seeing the confusion practically plastered across your face, Juuzou explained, “Seidou told me that joke today.”

He nudged your thigh with his foot, urging you to finish removing his shoes. “I didn’t really get it. Do you?”

You pulled off his shoes and set them to the side, unsure of what to say. Figuring there was no way to sugarcoat it, your answer was blunt, “His joke was about blowjobs, Juuzou.”

He stared at you, big crimson eyes resembling that of a confused puppy. “What’s a blowjob?”

“Um,” your face flushed, “a blowjob is like…”

He nodded for you to continue, not understanding why you were so shy all of a sudden. You hesitated, not sure how he would feel about your next words. “It’s when someone sucks your dick.”

“Why?” he asked.

Damn him, you thought, couldn’t he see how uncomfortable you were? Your voice wavered as you answered, “Because it feels good.”

“Oh.” He seemed to drift away in thought which made the situation feel even more awkward to you. God, you felt like you could die of embarrassment. You debated getting up and leaving the room, avoiding him and pretending like this conversation never took place. While you were wallowing in humiliation, a subtle blush adorned Juuzou’s face as he leaned back on his palms. “Do you wanna give me a blowjob?”

His question washed away your unease but now a new nervousness was growing inside you. “Do you want me to give you one?”

He smiled boyishly and shrugged, “Sure.”

“Okay.” Your eyes trailed down between his legs.

“So,” he drawled, trying to relieve the tension, “How do we do this?”

“I mean,” you paused, “we have to get it hard first.” Your hand settled on his knee. “Can I touch you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

With his permission, you slid your hand up his thigh. Just as you were about to touch him, you stopped for a moment. Your gaze flickered back up to meet his eyes, to make sure that this was okay.

“Hurry up,” he whined, impatiently.

Leaving your doubts behind, you pawed at his clothed cock. His breath hitched at the feeling of your palm gently rubbing him. He couldn’t think of the words to describe what he was experiencing. This new feeling was strange and foreign to him but he couldn’t deny that it was very pleasant.

Meanwhile, you felt very discouraged. Between his sudden inhale and lack of an erection, you were starting to regret even entertaining the conversation, much less engaging with him physically. With the embarrassment creeping back in, you went to pull away. But before you could get too far his hand, pale and covered in red stitches, was placed over your own. “Don’t stop.”

His stitches brushed against your knuckles as he pressed you into him harder. You continued to grope his cock, this time with a lot more pressure. You were filled with mirth and excitement when you felt him harden in your grasp. It seemed he just needed a little more effort than most.

Once he was fully erect, you undid his pants while he pulled his suspenders off his shoulders. He lifted his hips so you could pull down his pants enough for his cock to spring free. When you finally saw it you froze. The problem wasn’t his cock itself, in fact, it was quite pretty. But the lower half of his anatomy was missing, replaced with a scar. You went to say something but you couldn’t find the right words.

“It’s not a problem, is it?” Juuzou asked, painfully aware of what caused your reaction. Although he expected as much, it hurt him to think that you may be disgusted by him. He had been hoping that you wouldn’t even notice even though he knew it was unrealistic.

You snapped out of your daze and shook your head, trying to seem unfazed. “No, of course not.” You meant it, you loved him in any way he came, it was just a shock at first that's all. But now you wondered if going further would be cruel. Would he be able to reach his peak or would you just be teasing him the entire time? Suddenly it made sense why he was having trouble getting hard. “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to make you cum. I don’t want you to be in pain if we start something we can’t finish.”

He was relieved that you didn’t think he was a freak. And the fact that you were concerned for him made his skin burn and his head go fuzzy. This time it was his voice that was shaky as he spoke, “Well, there’s only one way to find out right?”

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his pink tip making his cock jump. “Oh!” You licked a stripe up his cock before engulfing it in your hot mouth. “Ooo.” Juuzou giggled in delight when you began to bob your head. His stomach and thighs tensed involuntarily at the feeling of your mouth sucking and squeezing him.

Soon his moans changed from surprised ‘ohs’ to pleasurable ‘ahs’. When you looked up you realized why. His head was thrown back but you could still see his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. You wondered if he knew how feminine he could be sometimes, or if it was just a force of habit. As he rolled his head forward, drool dripped from the corner of his lips to his jaw and down his neck.

His crimson eyes met yours and he smiled seeing your mouth stuffed with his cock. He gasped when you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Oh! Do that again!” You dragged your lips up his cock and stopped at the tip, gently sucking and swirling your tongue. Then you dipped your head until your lips reached the base, using your tongue to massage the underside of his cock.

You settled into a slow rhythm, taking your time to stroke and slurp his cock. He brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear in an affectionate manner. “I really like the sounds you're making,” he said in reference to the sucking and slight gagging noise that echoed through the room. You hummed as if to return the compliment, the vibrations you sent through his cock drew more pretty moans from him.

His hips jerked as he felt a fire building in the pit of his stomach. “I-I think I might be close to cumming.” He was unsure but he didn’t know what else it could be. The pleasure he felt was now electric, almost becoming too much to handle. “It feels really good.”

Instinctively you brought up a hand to massage his balls before you remembered the scar. So instead you wrapped your hand around his cock. Pumping your fist around the shaft while your mouth worked at his tip. You found your answer when your mouth was flooded with his cum. It was very runny and you couldn’t tell if it was because of his castration or if that was just the way it was.

You pulled off his softening cock, swallowing his release and collecting what dripped from the corner of your mouth with your thumb. Before you could lick it off Juuzou grabbed your wrist. “Can I try it?”

With all of his oddities, you shouldn’t have been surprised. You let him wrap his lips around your finger, getting a taste of his own essence. His face scrunched up. “You drank all of that?”

You laughed, even in his after-sex glow he was still so unapologetically himself.

The next day when you both arrived at the CCG everything seemed normal. Until the elevator doors closed and you two were alone. He stared at you deep in thought. “What’s on your mind ‘Zuya?”

He leaned his body into yours, effectively pushing you against the wall. Before you knew what had happened his fingers were shoved into your mouth. Desire stirred within him as he watched with dark, lidded, eyes while your lips were wrapped around his fingers. A shiver ran up his spine when your tongue traced his stitches. When the elevator doors opened again he pulled away, a string of spit connecting from your lips to his fingers. Juuzou suggested with his usual peppy tone, “You should give me another blowjob sometime.”

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A while ago I wrote a list of The Fics I'm Proud Of because I am the number 1 Flamey hater and it forced me to say nice things about my work, but I've written so many more stories since then and I'm still a little hater, so this is

The Fics I'm Proud Of 2

Burning For You KNY. Kyojuro Rengoku x F!Reader. NSFW. Sex pollen trope.

I feel like I wrote this story in a trance lol. I just sat on my couch and managed to pump out nearly 5k words in like 2 days and I'm really proud of how it turned out. I think I did a good job of creating tension and yearning.

Radiance BSD Ryūnosuke Akutagawa x GN!reader. NSFW.

This is actually one of the only things I've ever written that I enjoy reading. I don't think I've ever written so prettily before and it's a story about getting a BJ.

Sweet Elixir KNY. Human!Sub!Muzan x F!Dom!Reader. NSFW.

I love the reader in this story (and its sequels.) She's such a badass and writing this was so much fun. Human Muzan will forever have a special place in my heart. I was disappointed in myself that the 3rd story, Sanguine Remedy flopped as hard as it did because he so deserved to live and get better and be a pain in the ass in love with his pain in the ass girlfriend but I don't think I did it justice. Still, Sweet Elixir and Bitter poison were good.

Belonging Death Note. L x F!Reader. Friends to Lovers. NSFW.

I was so sick when I wrote this. I lay in bed unable to sleep because I had a horrible head cold and just wrote and wrote and it came out good! I felt proud of myself when people complimented my characterization of L.

Someone To Watch Over You BSD. Ango x GN!Reader. Fluff. SFW.

Obviously I have to include my Ango on this list and it was between this one or Lipstick but I'm going with this one because there's so little fluff of this man. It doesn't have many notes but I'm happy with how it turned out. I think it's very cute and Ango deserves fluff as well as toe-curling smut.

Come Back BSD. Ranpo x F!Reader. Angst, fluff and smut. NSFW.

I hated doing this to Ranpo lol. He deserves nothing but love, but I couldn't stop thinking about it and I had to share my pain. I like my characterization of him (especially the attempted shower sex when he's all huffy and he just goes "Man, this is hard." lol I giggle to myself about that line all the time.)

Good Boys Get Belly Rubs BSD. Sub!Dazai x GN!Dom!Reader. NSFW.

I was so so scared to write for Dazai. I know he's a complicated character and a lot of people have very strong opinions about him so I was nervous about this one. But I really love the banter between Dazai and reader and I think I did a good job with characterization... I think.

Bad Pet pt. 1 | Bad Pet pt. 2 sub!Douma x F!Dom!Reader. Pet demon AU. NSFW.

I debated putting this on here because my relationship with this story is complicated to say the least. I don't have many nice things to say about it to be honest, except that I like how I write Douma. He's very comforting to me and I worked hard on this piece. I like the play biting scene though. It's cute.

Ok, that's it.

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“Who do you ship this character with” me and no one else bro. It’s me and them against the world

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I love chubby readers, like yes, you're loveable, and yes, you're soft !!!

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₊˚⊹♡ silly Fyodor facts!

disclaimer: sources of these are mostly bsd wan, mayoi, official guide books + interviews! more will be added with time!

❥ he's a scorpio [born on november 11th]!

❥ he's very indulgent when it comes to entertaining, for example, Nikolai; playing along when there's a game, and even playfully outsmarting Nikolai -> joking around while remaining a neutral expression

❥ he struggles with writing in Japanese, katakana especially [including his own name. help. cutie.]

❥ he bites his nails and fingers

❥ he got lost at a big train station and was upset about not catching his following train in time. </3

❥ he has a flower-shaped lamp on his desk!

❥ when shibusawa threatened to cry if they wouldn't wear the team outfits he put together, fyodor and dazai complied <3

❥ sellers pressured him into buying and eating roasted chestnuts..

❥ he likes sushi, ice cream, hamburger steak without egg and chinese food!

❥ he hacked the sushi restaurant's order system for his order to arrive faster..

❥ he owns a book named "Frequently Used Japanese"

❥ he has the tendency to silently stare.. [for example at poe, who got anxious in response]

❥ occasionally, he takes things very literally and responds accoddingly

[poe: if i were to breathe this air akin to broth boiling at the bottom of a hellish cauldron, i might get poisoned.

fyodor: to me it seems like there is plenty of room to breathe.

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nikolai: w- wait, what? you're really giving me something? is this some sort of illusion?

fyodor: no, it is not.]

❥ he enjoys listening to classical music and views it as a reward after a long day

❥ he prays every night before going to sleep

❥ he's fond of long hair on others and likes touching and braiding it, and tying it up

❥ he likes pretty people

❥ he's lonely and is aware that there's no one who supports him, to the point of saying "I am always alone. That is fine by me. Has been, and always will be."

❥ he wishes for the world to be filled with people "pure of heart"

❥ he would gift you a country for valentines day!

❥ he's anemic and describes himself as unhealthy

❥ he plays the cello and the erhu

❥ he claims he hardly feels any appetite [though he seems to like indulging in different kinds of food nonetheless; this might be him forgetting to eat on occasion rather than not liking eating?]

❥ he likes to have jam with his tea

❥ when asked to compare himself to a colour, he said "the white of the snow of my hometown"

❥ his biggest wish [and new year's wish!] is peace for humanity and blessings for the children

❥ he enjoys a dark and gloomy atmosphere and the nighttime scenery

❥ he, at times, braids strands of his hair, or puts it into a small bun or ponytail

❥ occasionally, he drinks red wine

❥ sometimes, he has a bit of a go-with-the-flow attitude; “Well, if Shibusawa-kun is happy, then I'm happy. I'm his friend, after all.”

❥ when he got the opportunity to, he wanted to try on a kimono; he's interested in different cultures

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imagine jealous Ranpo 🫣 he would turn so needy nghhh

WAAAAAA I need this immediately. My pouty baby boy. This turned out so much softer than I thought it would. I just want to take care of him!

Pairing: Ranpo x f!reader.

Content Guidance: NSFW. Jealous, needy Ranpo. Fingering. Cunnilingus. He cums from eating you out. Approx 1k words.

The Green-eyed Monster.

It really wasn't your fault. Ranpo knew just how easy Dazai found it to charm women. He'd lost count of the number of times the bandaged detective had gotten information out of ladies, disarming them with just with a little flirting, a smile, or a well-timed quip. He was smart, handsome, and devious, and so, when his heady gaze fell to you, Ranpo wasn't surprised at all by your reaction.

None of it was intentional. You couldn't control the way your face flushed when Dazai grinned at you, or how his jokes made you giggle. You couldn't help but feel flustered when he complimented your shoes and asked if you'd consider doing him the honor of stepping on his neck and cutting off his air supply. Of course you politely declined, but it didn't stop Ranpo from ruminating on it.

Solving crimes was nothing. Love... love was a much more vexing mystery.

He spent the rest of the morning battling with a constant weight in his chest and the nagging (and frankly annoying,) feeling that he needed to remind you that he loved you and you loved him. He needed to be touching you in some way just to feel like the world still had color; holding your hand beneath the meeting table during briefings, stealing you away for cuddles in the copier room. But no matter what he did, he couldn't shake that horrible ache.

So, a little while later, as you worked at your desk, Ranpo scooted his chair beside you and rested his chin on your shoulder. His pitiful pout reflected in your monitor screen, as well as the deep despondency in his eyes.

Bending your arm to affectionately pet his hair, you asked, "What's the matter?"

He couldn't put it into words. Not without sounding pathetic. So he simply let his face slide down until it was his forehead on your shoulder and his pout was hidden from you. And there you let him stay as you continued working, your keyboard keys clacking as his heart tore itself to shreds.

"You smell like caramel," you said after a while, your voice so gentle and tender.

Caramel... Soft. Sweet. Childish.

And what did Dazai smell like? Faded sandalwood cologne, whisky... manly things. Scents ladies found sexy.

Ranpo couldn't help but wonder if you subconsciously compared them that way too. Oh, you most assuredly loved Ranpo, but he still wondered if some part of you longed for Ranpo to be a little more Dazai.

It bothered him all day. He barely ate half of the dozen custard buns he brought for lunch and morosely nibbled on his Pocky on the walk home.

"Did something upset you today?" you asked finally when he sat picking at his dinner later that evening.

Ranpo simply sighed and leaned against you. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing if it hurt you."

He knew you weren't going to drop it. You always bugged him until he told you what was going on every time he got upset.

Folding his arms over his chest, he huffed, frustrated that he even had to say it at all. "Fine. I'm worried you don't find me sexy."

"Ranpo..."

"I'm not tall and mysterious like Dazai. You don't laugh at my jokes-"

"You don't make jokes..."

He paused for a second, letting that sink in. "Huh..."

"And for the record, I find you incredibly sexy. Everything about you... the way you look, the way you are, your smile, your laugh, your voice... the way you've been clinging to me all day." You took his hand and led it under the table, beneath your skirt. "You want to know how sexy I find you?"

He did.

Ranpo's breath hitched as he pushed aside your underwear, finding your pussy so warm and slick to the touch there was absolutely no denying any of what you said.

"You see how wet you get me?"

"Uh-huh..." he breathed, barely able to string together a thought. God, you were soaked, and just from a little cuddling. His heart surged as you let out a breathy moan, your back arching from the way he was stroking your clit. He pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck, relief tangling with desire. You were his. His.

He was on his knees between your thighs in an instant, not caring one bit if the desperate little whine which emerged from him as he tugged down your panties sounded pathetic. He needed you right now, and if he didn't get to taste you he'd go mad.

The taste of you always gave him twinges in his lower belly, and as he pressed his face to your pussy, he was so hard it felt like his cock was going to burst through his pants. He kissed your clit again and again, each kiss more heated and hungry than the last until you gasped his name. Oh, and how he loved the sound of that. All he wanted was to lick and suck on you, make you feel good. Nothing else mattered.

Your fingers running through his hair gave him tingles, the way you pushed your hips up against his mouth made him moan. Oh, you felt so good, you tasted so good. And you were his. His. His. His.

He moaned against your pussy as he came, his cock throbbing so hard inside his trousers it made him dizzy. And as he whined and mewled through it, you cradled the back of his head in your hand, grinding yourself against his lolling tongue, coming with him and gasping praises which made his thighs tremble.

"God, Ranpo, you're amazing. I love you so much."

"Yeah, I know," he sighed contentedly, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your belly. "Doesn't take a genius detective to figure that out."

[notenoughgauze]

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: the chronicles of a chance meeting between a certain suicidal detective and a stressed grad student. {fem!reader, canon compliant, romance, wc: 50k}

AUTHOR'S NOTES: SIDE A BEGINS! eeeeee this one is gonna be so fun, very light and mostly fluffy. i genuinely had the time of my life writing this i adore him so much.

SEE: WATERLOO SERIES MASTERLIST READ: UNREAL UNEARTH SIDE B

INSTALLMENT ONE: ROMAN HOLIDAY

SUMMARY: you come across a suspicious figure laying unconscious on the beach near your apartment. concerned, and thinking that they might be dying, you bring them back to your apartment. a mistake, of course... or was it?

INSTALLMENT TWO: DRIVE

SUMMARY: against all odds, you come across dazai osamu again, and you somehow find yourself roped into being his date for an event celebrating the armed detective agency. you're not falling. you swear. (you're lying).

INSTALLMENT THREE: I WALK THE LINE (coming: march 15th!)

SUMMARY: an easy day of studying is interrupted when your boyfriend—yes! boyfriend!—shows up at your doorstep bleeding out. you think he's an idiot. you think you're even more of an idiot for falling in love with him. shit, did you really just think that?

INSTALLMENT FOUR: COMING DOWN (coming: march 22nd!)

SUMMARY: something is up. you know it. dazai is being far too romantic and you're absolutely not buying the excuses he keeps giving you. it's whatever, you think, you'll enjoy the fancy dinner and fancier hotel, even with the imminent threat of the looming bomb about to drop.

INSTALLMENT FIVE: YOUNG GOD (coming: march 29th!)

SUMMARY: after an agonizing two weeks, dazai finally returns to you and a much needed conversation takes place.

[notenoughgauze]

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satan with cuteness aggression. he's sitting in his room, face all pink because the love interest in the book he's reading reminds him of mc, so now he can't stop imagining him and mc as the couple. the couple then does something cute (like dancing in the kitchen or making art together) and satan can't take it anymore. he exhales, gently sets the book down, and tears his pillow in two.

[notenoughgauze]

ᡣ𐭩 ALWAYS!

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: taking care of a certain suicidal detective is thankless work—or so, that's what everyone says at least, including dazai himself, but you're not as convinced. (wordcount: 1.8k; sfw, mentions of dazai's struggles w depression & self-care; fem!reader)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: dazaiiiii <3

Dazai chronically neglects his physical health.

You don't know if it's on purpose or not, you don't think it really matters either way, although some of your coworkers beg to differ in the way that they chide you for "encouraging" his behavior when you go out of your way to take care of him when he refuses to do so himself. Kunikida thinks that he’ll never learn to take care of himself if he constantly has you there as a fallback, but you think it's a bit ridiculous to not extend a hand to someone who is clearly struggling. You know Kunikida means well for Dazai, and he often goes out of his way himself to help the man in his own ways, but sometimes it's not as simple as having to "learn to take care of yourself" and you fear that if no one's there to set him straight when he starts to disregard his health, it'll just turn into another suicide attempt and you'll all be scrambling to help him when his body gives in because it's too weak to sustain itself. 

Sometimes, he neglects himself in major ways. Frequently, you catch him going all day without eating, sometimes days if you don’t notice it right away, all because he claims that he’s not hungry. He rarely cleans his wounds properly after missions and they end up getting infected, and that’s always a mess because then he starts whining about "this type of death being too painful" and Yosano has to spend hours treating him.

Days like today, he neglects himself in minor ways—ways that he thinks he can get away with because no one cares enough to scold him over every little thing.

No one except you, at least.

It’s bitterly cold outside, the wind is harsh and dry, and the heat in the office has utterly failed. Usually, the president would let you guys go back to the dorms rather than let you suffer in the cold, but the case the office is handling is time-sensitive, and you need to at least set up the preparations for the infiltration mission that’s going to take place in a few days. 

Dazai is late, of course, and Kunikida is even more irritated than usual because if all hands were on deck for this, you’d all be able to head back to the dorm earlier. You’re a bit annoyed too, honestly, because your fingers are freezing and your nose is cold, but you figure that Dazai is going to get enough shit from Kunikida anyway.

The door to the office cracks open—speak of the devil, you think to yourself—and your eyes cut upward to where Dazai is peeking into the office, as if to see if Kunikida was waiting for him. Luckily, the president called the irate blonde and Tanizaki into his office to go over the specifics of the infiltration.

“Dazai,” you say, shooting him a flinty look. “You’re late.”

“Bella,” he tosses you a charming smile—one that never works, mind you, but he never fails to try. “I have a good excuse, you see.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” you press. “Let me hear it”

“Ha, well…” he trails off, and your expression drops when he finally steps into the office and you see he’s only wearing his thin tan trench coat.

“Dazai, what are you wearing?” you ask, appalled. You’re bundled up in your winter jacket and a scarf and you’re still freezing—and you’ve worn Dazai’s coat often enough to know that there’s absolutely zero insulation or protection from the winds. 

Dazai gives a look that’s eerily reminiscent of a dog that knows it did something bad, brown eyes just a bit too wide and the corner of his lips turned downward. He makes his way over to his desk, right next to your own, and you notice how he’s violently shivering, face bright red and lips so dry and chapped that they seem to be bleeding.

Your eye twitches in irritation, Dazai gives you a sheepish smile and then winces as his bottom lip splits and blood dribbles over his lips. 

“You’re an absolute moron,” you hiss and rise to your feet. “Sit down.”

You all but storm over to the break room, rifling through the closet to find the blanket you stored in there a while back for Kunikida when he decides to stay over at the office to finish up work. It’s fluffy, and warm, and entirely not meant for Dazai’s idiocy but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Yosano gives you an amused look when she sees you gathering the blanket in your arms as she passes by the break room. 

“You know, I bet he does this just because he likes when you fuss over him,” she says offhandedly, leaning against the doorframe as she watches you kick the closet door back shut.

“Well, it’s either fussing over him or letting him go off and get himself killed,” you scowl, making your way out of the break room back toward Dazai, who’s sitting dutifully where you left him.

“That’s so unfair,” Ranpo immediately complains. “I asked for the blanket earlier and you said no, you can’t just give it to Dazai because he’s your boyfriend.” 

“First of all, I can give my blanket to whoever I want, maybe you shouldn’t have stolen my tootsie rolls, Ranpo,” you say, ignoring the way Ranpo raises his chin indignantly. “Second of all, Dazai is not my boyfriend, he is just incompetent at life.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Ranpo scoffs. “The day you two get together is the day the entire office can finally be at peace. We’re sick of the pining.”

You gape, picking up a stray desktop tape and flinging it at Ranpo’s head. Ranpo dodges with a cackle, letting it soar past him and into the wall. You glare at him and return your attention to Dazai, not even saying a word as you bundle the fluffy blanket around him until it’s fully covering his thin, shivering form. 

You notice that his neck is still uncovered, both skin and bandages visible—red and frigid from the wind outside. Brows knit together, you unwrap your scarf from your neck and wrap it around his neck neatly.

You think it’s a bit cute the way he’s staring up at you, bundled in thick blankets and your scarf, but you’ll never admit that.

You frown as your eyes dart down to his chapped, bleeding lips. You dab at the wet blood with a tissue before letting out a sharp sigh, wandering back over to your desk and grabbing your lip balm from your drawer. You take a step closer to Dazai again, he watches curiously as you reach out to tilt his head up.

The skin of his cheek is cold beneath your fingers and you stroke it absently, trying to warm it up a bit, before you bring the lip balm up to your lips, biting the cap to take it off before dropping it back down in your hand and placing it in your pocket. 

Dazai is uncharacteristically quiet as he watches you bring the lip balm up to his lips. You trace the outline of his lips with the balm, gentle over where they had cracked from dryness and the cold. You can feel his warm breath against your hand and you try to ignore his proximity because no, Dazai is not your boyfriend, but sometimes you wish he is—for all of his quirks and as much as he frustrates you, you care for him desperately. 

And when he’s like this, pliant under under your touch as he lets you take care of him, watching you with wide eyes filled with an indecipherable, adoring emotion… You feel it all the more intensely.

Your touch lingers for a moment as you finish coating his lips with the lip balm before you finally let your hands fall to your sides. 

“Not dating my ass,” Naomi snorts from across the room, still blatantly watching the two of you, as if you were some reality entertainment. You scowl at her and throw a pen in her direction, she only giggles and tosses you a wink. 

You shake your head and take a seat back down at your desk, putting your lip balm away and about to go back to working on the research for the infiltration mission. Before you can focus, Dazai scooches his chair closer to you. 

His cheeks are still flushed pink from the cold, hair tousled from the wind, and his lips are shiny from your lip balm. He leans in a bit and you raise your eyebrows a bit in amusement. 

“Yes?” you ask quietly, lips tilted up in a small smile.

Dazai doesn’t answer for a moment, his eyes are glittering in a way that you know is dangerous but you don’t move away like you probably should. Instead, you stay still as he leans in a bit more and captures your lips in a soft kiss. It’s brief and gentle, no more than two or three seconds long, and his lips are terribly chapped and tasting of your lip balm, but it has your heart stuttering in your chest and your face feeling hot. You can hear Naomi gasp in delight, clapping her hands together, Yosano let out a deafening whoop of a cat call and Ranpo cry a loud finally!

Dazai leans back—his eyes are still shining and his lips are turned up. He looks as if he’s about to say something but before he can, the door to Fukuzawa’s office slams open and Kunikida storms out of it: “You shitty waste of bandages! You’re two hours late!” 

“Not now, Kunikida!” Yosano says loudly, intercepting the man before he can rip Dazai right out of his chair. She pushes him toward the break room, throwing the two of you a grin and a wink. You shake your head a bit in amusement.

The moment is ruined, but Dazai is undeterred, finally speaking up.

“Let me take you out later, bella?” Dazai asks, voice quiet and teasing as he rests his chin on his hand, leaning on his desk as he looks over at you.

You laugh. “The only place you’re going later is back to your apartment because you’re going to be sick, Dazai.”

Dazai pouts, over-exaggerated and dramatic but then he amends, a bit more softly, “Take care of me later?”

Your smile is gentle now as you reply with: "Always.”

[notenoughgauze]

Okay, dearest followers, be honest.

Which one of your fictional crushes do you truly believe that you could pull irl? Realistically. Taking all factors into account. Whether you were in their universe or not, up to you. But be HONEST.

[notenoughgauze]

BSD Men : When They Have A Wet Dream About You

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, Chuuya, and Sigma

❗WARNINGS❗: SMUT, MDI, wet dream, breeding kink, moaning, masturbating, arousal, groaning, moaning, public, praise and etc

Summary :They all start off with the wet dreams. They simply just have a huge crush on you

🖤DAZAI🖤

It would've been another normal day at the office if it weren't for you jumping on his cock. Nobody else was in the office, but anybody could've walked in at any moment. Dazai was sitting on his chair while you straddled his lap. Your tight walls were soaking his cock. You felt like heaven. If he relaxed even a little, he would cum instantly. He had to try his best to hold it in.

He couldn't help but moan and whimper. One of his hands was gripping onto your ass and the other was on your clothed breast. Your hands were messing up his hair and clenched tightly on his shoulders. Your moans made it hard for him to hold himself back from bending you over his desk. He wanted to fuck you vigorously.

"How were you worried about getting caught if your moaning this loudly~? Ngh~! So tight~" he moans

"I can't hold on much longer~ mmn~! god, I've never felt this good, Dazai~" you moaned

When you moaned his name, he almost came right then and there. He felt his orgasm and he was feeling a bit desperate. Using his hands, he made your hips move faster to quicken the pace. You moaned louder "Then cum on my cock, bella~ agh~! You feel too good~ I'm gonna cum so much~!" He whimpers

Both of your moans became louder and a couple more seconds later you came together.

Suddenly Dazai wakes up. He gasps a moan as he cums on his pants. His clenches tightly on his futon while gently arching his back. Ecstacy washed over his entire body. His body was hot and twitching from his climax. His cock throbbed aggressively inside his pants.

After he finished cumming, he was breathing heavily. His mind was blank, but as he calmed down from his orgasm, he remembered his dream about you. He wished it was real. He wish he could kiss, touch, feel you. It was like he needed you. Maybe he's only thinking this way because his mind is a little fogged up from suddenly waking up. He cleaned himself up before going back to bed. It took him a long time to go back to sleep because he couldn't stop thinking about you and the dream.

In the morning, he got up to get ready for work. He was still thinking about the dream. It felt too real to just forget about it. When he arrived at the office, he noticed that you weren't there yet. Since he didn't sleep well last night, he decided to sleep on his desk for a couple of minutes.He was woken up by someone shaking him awake

"Dazai, get up" you said in a soft voice

When he heard your voice, his mind went straight to how you moaned in his dream. He jolted a bit before looking at you

"Kunikida told me to tell you to do you work. Do you think I need to help you with your papers, again?" You asked him while raising an eyebrow and sounded slightly annoyed

He kept staring at you for a couple seconds. His cheeks had a small tint of pink. It didn't help that your hand was on his shoulder just like it was when he was dreaming about you "There's nothing I'd like more, Bella, but first I must go to the bathroom" he gave you a warm smile before he rushed off to the bathroom. You just looked him confused

When he made it to one of the stalls, he palmed his erection. Why did you have such a huge impact on him? His hands were moving on their own as his right hand began to stroked his cock. He wanted to stop but he also didn't. It felt too good. Images of the dream popped into his head, only fueling to his arousal and pleasure. He was panting quietly, trying not to be loud.

His hand was stroking his cock aggressively. He was so desperate to cum. He imagined fucking you like he did in his dream and cumming inside you. He didn't last very long after the thought of it. It wasn't even five minutes before he came. Cum was spilling out of his dick. His cock was Throbbing against his hand as he gasps. His cock was covered in his own cum, except, he only wished that it was covering your walls instead.

He walked back in the office to see you already doing some of his paper. You pulled up a chair next to his chair. He sat down and pretended nothing happened. He looked at you with a smile "if not doing my work makes you sit next to me, I might just never do it"

You rolled your eyes with a smile" I believe you, and because of that I'm never helping you again after today"

He gasps dramatically "that's so mean! But you said the same thing yesterday" he smirks while resting his head on his hand "do you have something to tell me?" He teases

You smirked and leaned towards him. His eyes widen slightly and his smirk went away. You rested your hand on his thigh which made him twitch. You chuckled softly before saying "You fucking wish"

You took your hand away and went back to doing his papers. He was dazed as fuck. He whined "don't play with my heart like that, bella" he cross his legs to hide his new erection, cursing himself.

You laughed "well, hurry up and finish your papers, idiot"

It's an understatement to say he's obsessed with you. He really hopes one day you can call him yours and he can call you his.

💚RANPO💚

He doesn't know how, but you were in his apartment and you were both on the bed. You were on top of him and riding him in a desperate way. His head fell all the way back, exposing his neck and Adams apple. His hands gripped your hips and digging his nails into your skin. His moans were loud but his whimpers showed desperation and how much pleasure he was feeling.

Your moans only made him tremble and closer to his release. "So amazing~ ah~! you feel amazing~!" You moaned

"I cant get enough of you~ mmn~! J-just like that, y/n~!" You suddenly jumped on his cock more quickly and rough. Pure ecstacy flowed throughout his body. You moaned louder and tightened more around him. "Y-y-yes~ ah~! don't stop~! I-im- gonna c-c-cum~!" He whimpered loudly

"Me too~! Mmn~ This feels so good~!" You moaned

His cock couldn't handle the pleasure of being around your walls anymore and came inside you. He arched his back and whimpered loudly. You did the same and came with him. His whole mind went blank for a couple of seconds. His breathing was shallow and his heart rate was quick. He suddenly woke up. It was morning and he was exhausted. He was beginning to move around, but felt something sticky in his pants. He looked down and saw the mess he made while he was asleep. He then remembered the dream he had of you and blushed.

He felt gross, not because of having a lewd dream but because of the gross feeling he made in his pants.He cleaned himself up and put on clean clothes to go to work. He was sitting at his desk and couldn't do anything besides think of you and eat his snacks. He stared blankly at his desk until you randomly threw some candy on his desk and slightly startled him.

"Thought you would like them" you simply said and gave him a smile

He looked at the candy and smiles "ooo~ someone's been thinking about me" he teases as he looks at you

"If anything, it looked like YOU were thinking about something or someone" you tilt your head at him "what were you thinking about?" You asked

He blushed since he couldn't tell you the truth. He began to whine "I'm simply bored!" He made an excuse

"That doesn't answer my question-" your sentence was cut off as he fake snores

You sighed and dead panned, but you just ruffled his hair and went back to your desk. When you ruffled his hair, he slightly leaned more into your touch. After the dream, he wanted to feel more of your touch. He wanted a real touch from you and not by some dream that his unconscious made for him. Before you left completely, he stopped fake snoring and said "give me a head scratch, y/n. That felt nice" he made another excuse

You chuckled "I'm guessing you haven't washed your hair and there's just a bunch of dandruff in it" you teased

He looked offended as you giggled at him "what are you talking about? Look at YOUR hair" he teased back

Now you looked offended "your hair is greasier than mine" you began to laugh

He smirked at you "you know that's not true. Compared to yours that is" he put his hands behind his head and laughed

You gave him an offended look, but he knew If he wanted you to scratch his head he'd have to apologize "I'm just kidding, y/n, but please scratch my head for the world's greatest detective" he smiled at you

You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled "just for a bit"

you began to scratch his head. He had a soft smile on his lips and sighed softly. He loved your touch. He felt at ease and comfortable when you did. You stopped scratching his head "now get to work" you smiled and walked away

He sighed and laid his head on the desk as if he was tired and bored, but he just didn't know what to do with himself besides just think about you, but he smiled to himself softly. Hes never felt so disappointed yet relaxed and happy. He didn't like this feeling, but for some reason, he couldn't help but think it also felt nice.

💜FYODOR💜

It was in the middle of the night. You sat on his desk with your legs spread apart and he was in-between them. His cock was feeling your tight, wet walls for the first time. His legs were slightly trembling. His body only felt immense pleasure. He fought the urge to cum by closing his eyes and focus on something else just for a few seconds. He gripped so harshly on your hips that he'd probably leave bruises there. You moaned softly while gripping onto his shoulders. Your hand was clenching his hair. He moaned softly as well

"amazing- ah~ oh, lyubov~" he had a soft smile on his face.

He loved seeing how good he was making you feel. He loved how you were both one. He loved this moment. "So good~ faster, Fyodor~" you moaned in a pleading way

He pressed his forehead against yours and chuckled softly. His pace became faster and you both moaned louder. Your walls tightened and twitched around his cock. He was deep inside you and hitting all the right places. You arched your back as he kissed your neck "so beautiful~ your mine now, love~" he moans against your skin

"I-im- going to- c-cum~!" You moaned

"Me too, love~ ngh~ don't hold back~" He went faster and just as he was about to cum, he wakes up while breathing heavily. He cums in his pants as he gasps. He closed his eyes and felt the ecstacy go throughout his body. When he finished, he was panting heavily and slowly remembered the dream. He sighed from slightly being disappointed in himself. He got up and out of bed. He realized it was 3 am and decided to go take a cold shower.

It was morning now. He was working on his monitors and you saw him. He seemed to be focused as you walked towards him. "Good morning, Fedya"

He realized that you were there and looked at you with his normal calm face "good morning, y/n" he looked at you as you walked towards him

"Have you been working all night again?" You sigh slightly disappointed in him as you begin to sit on his desk

He noticed you sitting on his desk and remembered that that's where you were sitting when he dreamed of you last night, but he ignored it "I couldn't sleep"

You hum in response, understanding his reason, but you smirk "were you dreaming about me weren't you?" You joke

His eyes widen slightly but he decided to joke along too "wouldn't you like to know" he teases

You chuckle "how rude, and I was going to make you breakfast, but I guess you don't deserve it" you get off the desk

He chuckles "I'd appreciate it if you did"

You sigh to pretend your annoyed "I guess I will" but before you left you kept looking at Fyodor's face.

You noticed how tired he look and he looked back at you He didn't say anything but was curious as to why you were staring at him. You tilted Fyodor's chin up slightly to get a better look at him. He looked at you with a slight surprised look. "you need some sleep, Fedya. After you eat, go sleep" you told him softly. You just cared about his health

You walked away and left him slightly Flustered. He smiled to himself softly . He loved your touch and how you cared about him. It seemed like this crush wasn't going to die down any time soon.

💙ATSUSHI 💙

You were underneath him. Your hands were on his back and his forehead was on your shoulder. His hands struggled to hold himself up from the overwhelming pleasure. He moaned loudly but so were you. Your moans were beautiful. It was a way of you telling him that he was doing a good job at satisfying you. Your skin was soft and your body was perfect just like you. Your walls made him unable to think about anything else besides you. His pace was fast but gentle. Your legs were wrapped around his hips to feel him deeper inside you. Every touch you made on his skin was just pure pleasure to him because he was sensitive.

"Your so beautiful~ mmn~! how did I get so lucky?" He whimpered

You put a hand on the back of his head "this feels good~ ngh~ don't stop~" you moaned

His pace became faster and a bit rougher. He wanted to treat you gently and give you a perfect experience. You arched your back slightly and scratched his back gently. You kissed his neck and shoulders lovingly as if you truly admired him and his body.

"Your doing good~ mmn~ just like that, Atsushi~" you moaned against his skin He gasps slightly

"Your so perfect~ ah~ i- can't hold on anymore~" he whimpered

"Me too~ ah~ don't stop~" you pleaded

His thrusts became faster. The pleasure was unbearable for him now as he lost his limit and came and you soon came with him. Your body's were trembling and your hearts were pounding. You moaned loudly and he was in pure ecstacy.

He opened his eyes and was sweaty. He saw it was morning, but he felt gross and sticky. He looked down and saw a wet stain in his pants and immediately remembered the dream. He felt disappointed and embarrassed. He quickly got up and changed and put his dirty clothes in a washing machine. He even took a quick shower to clean himself before work.

He made it to work and started to do some papers on his desk. He noticed that you weren't there yet. After a couple of minutes he heard "good morning, Atsushi" you smile at him

He jumps at bit and blushes slightly "o-oh g-good morning, y/n" he stutters

He couldn't even look at you, but you didn't pay much attention to that. You noticed how red Atsushi was and got concerned for him "are you alright, Atsushi? Your cheeks are red" you tilted your head

He couldn't be blushing because you did literally nothing, right? He blushed more and looked at you "u-uh yes! I promise you I'm ok" he stammered a bit and afraid he was gonna make it obvious

"Are you sure? Do you have a fever?" You gently put your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature Your touch made him blush even more

"i-i I'm sure, thank you!" He grabbed your hand and placed it on the desk. He still didn't make any eye contact with you

"did I do something wrong?" You asked worried

He looked at you shocked. He was finally making eye contact with you "n-no! It's just- i- " he looked away for a second "I've just been ... Stressed" he made a small excuse

You looked at him with a bit of worry "then...let's go out after work. You deserve to have your mind free of whatever makes you stressed...if that's ok" you asked

He looked at you and blushed. You seemed to really care about him "i- I'd love to" he smiled softly

"We can buy some tea on rice. You love those right?" You smiled back

He looked at you with so much appreciation. How did you remember that he loved tea on rice? He gave you a warm smile "I'd love that" He loved how you appreciate him, notice his abilities, and comfort him when he can't do so himself. He can't thank you enough for everything you've done and made him feel. He really does like you

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were both in his apartment a d on his bed. You were on top of him and jumping in his cock. His head was on the pillow and his back slightly arched. His eyes were closed and a small smile was on his lips as he moaned. You were finally where he wanted you to be and you seemed to be made for him. His hands rested on your thighs. Your hands were on his chest to keep yourself balanced. Your moans were so beautiful and such a turn on for him. He couldn't stop looking down at where you two are connected and how well he fits inside you. Everything is perfect.

"God, your so beautiful~ ngh~ I've been waiting for this for so long~" he groans

You chuckle softly "I've been waiting for you too~ ah~ this feels amazing~" you moaned as your pace became quicker

He suddenly flipped you over and got on top of you. He kissed your neck and started pounded into you. You gasp a moan and clawed his back. He thought you were so cute like this. He couldn't hold back anymore. He couldn't handle your tight walls anymore

"F-fuck~! I'm gonna cum~ y/n, I can't~" he groans as he struggles to hold on a little longer

"Im at my limit too~ mmn~ t-too good~!" You moaned

After a few more thrusts, he came inside you. His body was overwhelmed by peak pleasure and his arms were trembling. You came with him and both moaned loudly. He woke up in his bed slightly sweaty and hot. He felt sticky and wet in his pants. He looked under his blanket to see a wet spot on them. He felt disgusted yet disappointed, but only because he wished the dream was real. He went to clean himself and went to work.

You and him were partners for a mission Mori sent you both on and he seemed a bit more extreme. He seemed more pissed off and annoyed at the thugs you two had to deal with. He basically beat the shit out of them in less than a second and seemed to be in a rush when there was no need to be. He couldn't even look at you in the eye, hell, even in the morning he seemed to not necessarily ignore you, but he seemed to have something in his mind.

After the mission you finally spoke up. You were walking beside him "Is there something bothering you, Chuuya?" You asked with concern in your tone

He jumped a bit when you finally spoke, but he just sighed "yeah, is it that noticable?" He was honest

You giggled softly "You just seem more pissed off than usual today"

He looked at you confused "what does that mean?"

You laughed "well, whats been on your mind?" You asked curiously

He blushed and looked away from you "nothing important"

You rolled your eyes, not believing his words. You threw small punches on his shoulder "your lying" you whined slightly

He scoffed and rolled his eyes "well, I was just pissed because I wanted something to be real but it wasn't"

You didn't exactly get what he was saying "what do you mean?"

He stopped walking "you know when you want something but your too afraid to reach for it?" He asked softly while looking ahead of him and then looked at you. His eyes were soft and kind

You blushed slightly and thought about his words "I know exactly how you feel"

He blushed a little more. The way you looked at him made him think you were so cute. He looked away from you and you chuckled softly

You nudged him gently with your elbow "let's go out to drink! It's all on me" you wink at him playfully with a smile

He laughed a bit "alright, if you insist"

He would never admit it but he liked it when you nudged him or punched him gently. He always thought it was cute and he didn't mind the physical contact either. He realized it was a bit cold outside since the sun was setting and you didn't have a jacket or long sleeve. You were hugging yourself to try to warm up your body, but he then puts his jacket around your shoulders. You looked at him blushing.

He was blushing slightly while looking away "you idiot, why didn't you bring a coat?"

You laughed a little "thank you, in fact, good luck getting this back" you teased and smiled brightly

You two were bickering after that, but he loved these kinds of moments. He seemed happy with where his relationship with you is at, at the moment, but he hopes it soon becomes more.

💛SIGMA💛

You were both in the sky casino inside his office. You were sitting on top of his desk and he was pounding into you. Your foreheads were pressed against each other. He was panting and softly moaning and so were you. His eyes were closed as he was trying to focus more of the pleasure of your wet, tight walls and how it stroked his cock way better than he expected.Your arms were wrapped around him and his were on your hips. Your legs wrapped around his to push him deeper inside you and to keep him closer. He then put his hands on his desk and began to scrape the wood with his nails, leaving scratch marks on it.

He then suddenly began to kiss your neck and collarbone "God, your so perfect~ mmn~ I want this to last forever~" he moans against your skin

You held the back of his head "it can, Sigma~ mmn~ your mine and I'm yours~" you moaned

His thrusts became rough and fast. His hips hitting against yours and making a loud clapping sound. You both moaned louder and gripped onto each other more harshly. He decided to kiss your lips passionately as he thrusts quickly. He was at him limit and he could tell that you were too. Your moans were muffled by the kiss, but they were getting louder and louder. After a few more seconds, you both came together.

He then abruptly wakes up from his dream. He feels a wave of pleasure come over him and clenches his hands against the sheets. It felt like heaven and pure bliss. He groans deeply and breaths heavily. After his orgasm, his mind was only thinking about the dream. He felt disgusted with himself in more ways than one. He also didn't like that he had to change his clothes and clean himself up. He felt sweaty and tired from the intense climax and decided to get out of bed to deal with the mess he made.

It was finally morning and you noticed that Sigma seemed to be ignoring you. He doesn't want to but he can't even look at you in the eye without his body having a reaction whenever he does. He would have a hint of blush on his cheeks whenever he saw you and walked the other way. By the end of the day, you decided to go to his office and confront him. It wasn't out of the norm to just randomly walk into his office to chat with him since you were both just that close to eachother.

You walked into the office and saw him look immediately uncomfortable when he saw you "u-um what are you doing here? You can't be here I'm really busy-" he says slightly panicking

You ignored his words and just spoke up "did I do something wrong? If I did please tell me" you asked worried and nervously

He looked at you surprised, but then he looked away with embarrassment. He looked away "n-no, you didn't do anything wrong" he says softly

"Then why have you been ignoring me?" You were genuinely asking

He looks at you surprised again and then just sighs "I just- I didn't want to-" he couldn't make up an excuse, but then he saw you and you seemed really devastated.

He then gets up towards you and grabs your hands gently "I promise you, I'm not mad at you and you did nothing wrong...I'm sorry, for making you worry" he sounds genuine

He stared at your hands while he said these words but then finally gained confidence to look into your eyes. He blushed more, but he wanted you to believe his words. You blushed and then looked at your hands that were being held by his.

He then quickly let go of them "s-sorry, I shouldn't have done that" he scratches the back of his head and looks away

you smiled and scoffed "it's fine, I didn't mind" He looks at you with blushed cheeks.

You looked back at him for a few seconds but then quickly looked annoyed and kicked his leg gently, but still make him wince in pain "don't scare me like that, idiot. I thought I did something to hurt you and you just wanted to ignore me. Just tell me you don't like me"

He widen his eyes "n-no! That's not it! I really like you- I mean- not like that, but you know what i mean-" he sighs deeply trying to calm down "I'll make it up to you" he said calmly and seriously

You punched his shoulder gently "you better. You got me scared for nothing"

He sighs in a relaxed manner "of course, I'm sorry again "

You smiled softly "just.. don't do it again"He smiled back at you.

He liked thought you didn't mind touching his hands and that you seem to genuinely care about the friendship you two have. He hopes one day he can actually call you his