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soysaucefu · 11 months ago

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WHIRLWIND SEDUCTION

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

"With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. You're toxic, I'm slippin' under. With a taste of a poison paradise- I'm addicted to you; don't you know that you're toxic?"

GENRE: Suggestive

WARNINGS: Lots of kissing/making out, jealousy in Chuuya's, some of them are established relationships some aren't, mentions of injuries, implied sexual intercourse, oopsie Nikolai with his hair down, soft!Fyodor? Tecchou is the only one with wholesome intentions

SUMMARY: Under what circumstances do they seize you in a rough, impassioned kiss?

CHARACTERS: Chuuya, Jouno, Dazai, Nikolai, Fyodor, Tecchou

A/N: hi did you guys know I love them

4.01k+ words of kissing damn

ANGER/JEALOUSY

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

Chuuya often treated you with delicate care, as if you were a fragile glass that could shatter with just a touch, despite your consistent reassurances that you were not as weak as he perceived you to be.

He was acutely aware of his own strength, knowing that even the slightest touch from him could send someone flying into a wall. As a result, he always handled you with utmost gentleness, his fingers gently twirling your hair or his lips leaving soft kisses on your cheek. His actions reflected his desire to protect you and keep you safe, even if it meant treating you as something delicate.

But at this moment, Chuuya had you seated on his lap, his arms resting on your hips as he leaned in to bite and nibble on your neck.

"Chuuya...are you jealous?" you murmured, your hands finding their place on his shoulders. Before you could finish your sentence, he pulled you in for a kiss, grunting in a mixture of annoyance and affection. "Please—" he whispered, his lips still lingering close to yours, "-don't talk right now."

He gently rubbed circles on your hips, using the motion as a way to convey his apology for his current behavior. Deep down, he knew he had no right to feel jealous, or perhaps he did?

The sight of a stranger chatting with you and making advances while Chuuya ordered drinks at the pub caught him off guard. It wasn't what he had expected, and the feeling of discomfort it stirred within him wasn't welcomed either.

"Sorry, 'm just really pissed." he groaned, his voice laced with frustration. He pushed your head further into his lips, muffling any sounds of protest or pleasure that escaped your mouth.

With tender affection, his hands caressed your cheeks softly, appreciating the glossy texture of your lips and the flushed hue adorning your cheeks. "Still hooked up on it?"

He sighed, his head slumping into the crook of your neck as he held you close, his grip tightening in an attempt to find solace. His head nodded, a silent acknowledgment of his continued frustration as the scenes of the stranger persistently attempting to invade your personal space replayed in his mind. The memory fueled his irritation, stirring a mixture of protectiveness and possessiveness within him.

You let out a surprised hum as Chuuya abruptly stood up, effortlessly hoisting you over his shoulder. He began striding toward your shared bedroom, leaving his fedora hat behind on the couch. "Chuuya?" you called out, a mix of confusion and curiosity in your voice.

With an annoyed click of his tongue, Chuuya swiftly tossed you onto the bed. He leaned over you, capturing your lips in one last intense kiss, his teeth gently tugging at your lower lip.

He stares at your neck, adorned with love bites and hickeys. His eyes darkened with intensity as he leaned down, his lips hovering near your ear, his warm breath sending a ticklish sensation along the shell of your ear.

" 'Gonna mark you up, doll. Can't have anyone thinking they have a chance."

JOUNO SAIGIKU

In this one-sided argument, you found yourself doing all the lecturing while Jouno simply listened, his eye visibly twitching and his jaw tightly clenched. Despite his smile, it was evident that he was growing increasingly frustrated and irritated by your words.

He made a valiant effort to maintain his composure, but the way he responded to your words with that aggravating smile of his only served to further stoke the fire within you. "Are you mocking me?" you exclaimed, unable to hide your frustration.

He shook his head, his brows furrowing, yet he continued to smile, his honey-like silky voice that you usually adored now becoming a source of annoyance to your ears. "In no way am I mocking you, darling." he replied, his tone still laced with that infuriating charm.

"Then stop looking at me like that!" you raised your voice, frustration evident in your voice. "You act as if you don't take me seriously at all, always smiling and retorting. Do you even care about me, Jouno? Because it certainly doesn't seem like it—"

Your words were abruptly silenced by a sudden slam, leaving you startled and frozen in place. Jouno rose from his chair, a clear frown etched on his face. It was apparent that you had struck a nerve, pushing one of his buttons.

He strode toward you, his tall figure looming over yours, and you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of smallness under his gaze. Now, with him standing right in front of you, it became all too apparent just how furious you had managed to make him. His anger was palpable, and you couldn't deny the intensity radiating from his presence.

"Sometimes, you should use that pretty little head of yours to think properly," he whispered, his irritation evident in his voice. Despite his annoyance, his fingers maintained a gentle grip, hooking your chin to tilt your head closer to his face. "You have no idea how much I care about you, do you?" His smile returned, but this time it carried a hint of intensity as he roughly pressed his lips against yours.

His other hand swiftly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he continued to kiss you on the lips. "You and your- mmf- accusations—" he muttered between kisses. His hand wandered to the back of your head, gently encouraging you to move closer.

Parting away, he chuckled sadistically, sensing your rapid heartbeat and the rise in temperature of your body. "—maybe I should just show you how much I love you."

TENSION

DAZAI OSAMU

Dazai couldn't help himself. You looked absolutely adorable, stumbling into the agency with damp hair and panicked breaths, apologizing profusely for your tardiness, all because of the heavy rain that had chosen to grace you today.

With your clothes clinging to your form and water dripping from the hem, he felt a protective urge surge within him. He got up from his desk, abandoning whatever work he was pretending to do, and approached you with a sly grin.

"Seems like someone forgot to bring their umbrella," he teased, lightly tapping your nose with his index finger.

You huffed, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "It wasn't supposed to rain today! The weather forecast betrayed me."

He let out a soft laugh, removing his coat and draping it over your shoulders. The sight was endearing- his coat almost swallowed you whole, with the hem nearly touching the ground. He bit back a smirk, delighting in how you looked enveloped in his attire.

Naturally, you should've seen it coming too. He conjured up some pretext to tell your colleagues, then swiftly seized your hand, leading you to a vacant storage room. The door closed behind you with a soft click, leaving only the sliver of light from beneath the door as illumination.

His chest pressed closely to yours, the confined area amplifying the warmth between you. "Dazai?" Your voice was a mere whisper, a mix of uncertainty and a hint of embarrassment.

"Gosh, you look absolutely adorable," he murmured, giving you a small smile as his fingers brushed against your cheek. "Did you do this on purpose, hmm? Coming in late and taking a run out in the rain— do you realize how incredibly attractive you look right now? And dear lord, don't even get me started on my coat on you." His voice dropped lower as he leaned in closer.

His dark eyes sparkled mischievously as they locked onto yours, the closeness making your heartbeat spike. "Wearing my coat, all drenched from the rain... I've half a mind to think you're trying to drive me insane on purpose," he teased, his voice dropping an octave. His fingers gently traced the wet strands of your hair, brushing them behind your ear. "I must say," he whispered, lips hovering just inches from yours, "the sight is quite...enticing."

Dazai leaned in even closer, his lips brushing lightly against yours as he whispered, "Maybe I should properly thank you for the view, hmm?" His voice was filled with playful seduction as he closed the final distance, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that left no doubt about his intentions.

His kisses were slow and deep, filled with a raw intensity that sent electric shivers through your body. The storage room seemed to shrink around you as the kiss deepened, and the sensation of his hands on your hips and back only added to the overwhelming arousal that pooled in the pit of your stomach. You kissed him back with equal fervor, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you two.

His teasing smirk widened just a touch, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "Did you really think I'd be able to resist you, looking like this?" He leaned even closer, his warm breath fanning against your lips. "You, drenched, vulnerable, and wrapped in my coat— it's a sight to behold."

Swallowing hard, you tried to form a coherent response, but his proximity made it difficult. "Dazai, I didn't plan any of this.." you whined.

Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingers as you pulled him even closer. Every thought evaporated in the heat of the moment, lost in the intensity of his kiss. The world around you seemed to blur, leaving just the two of you in this stolen moment.

Dazai's kisses grew more urgent, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping and teasing. The sensation made you arch against him, the friction between your bodies causing a shiver to run down your spine. His name slipped from your lips in a breathless whisper, only fueling his ardor.

"Hold on— we're in the agency!" you protested, placing a hand against his forehead to gently distance his face from yours. The rapid beat of your heart echoed in your ears, especially as you took in his reddened cheeks, slightly parted lips, and that familiar smug smile lurking in his half-lidded gaze.

Dazai let out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against your skin. "Well, darling, isn't that what makes it all the more exciting?" He whispered, his voice dripping with mischief. His hand slipped to yours, fingers lacing together as he pressed another sweet, lingering kiss to your lips before reluctantly pulling away.

"We'll continue this at home later."

NIKOLAI GOGOL

"Why did you bring us here?"

You ask, nestled in the passenger seat as Nikolai maneuvers the vehicle. His hand grips the steering wheel, guiding the car (likely acquired through questionable means) into a vacant parking spot.

He lets out a soft laugh, running a hand through his tousled hair. For once, he appeared...ordinary. While he still sported his signature clownish pants, he paired it with a plain black shirt, his hair in a messy braid. The sight was refreshingly mundane.

"Well, any guesses on why we're here?"

Nikolai inquires, his gaze shifting to you as he props his elbow on the door's edge. A crooked smile graces his lips, his mismatched eyes scanning your form. You meet his gaze, your posture tense as you sit upright, your hands clenched into fists on your thighs. "Honestly, I haven't a clue. You rang me up in the dead of night, won't spill a word, and now I find myself in an empty parking lot. Planning on abducting me or something?"

His grin softens, amusement dancing in his multi-hued eyes. "Do I look like I'm trying to kidnap you?" He chuckles, adjusting his position so he's leaning slightly closer to you. The proximity causes a flutter in your chest, and you find yourself swallowing hard.

"You tell me," you reply with feigned bravado, holding his gaze.

Nikolai chuckles again, deeper this time. "I just wanted to spend some time with you," he murmurs, his voice low and soft. "Away from the chaos and prying eyes. Just us."

"You're behaving rather strangely," you remarked, a skeptical edge to your tone as you squinted at him. "And what's with that outfit? You look like...one of those guys you see at the gym."

"Are you implying I look attractive in this?"

"Cut it out."

Nikolai lets out a hearty laugh, his shoulders shaking with mirth. "Come on, I'm not that bad, am I?" He winks playfully at you. You roll your eyes, unable to suppress a small smile. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"Insufferably charming, perhaps?" He grins, leaning even closer. The casual banter between you both feels oddly comforting.

"More like insufferably annoying."

He leans in closer still, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Hmm, is that so?" he murmurs, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

Your throat tightened, your muscles growing tense. He was mere inches away, leaning in with his elbows resting on the back of your seat, creating a kind of enclosure around you. You found yourself at a loss for words, his proximity rendering you momentarily speechless.

Nikolai's gaze flickers down to your lips, his expression growing more serious. He reaches out a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek softly. "You know, there's a reason I brought you here," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate.

Your heart races in your chest, his proximity and touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "And what's that?" you manage to breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leans in even closer, his lips hovering just above yours. He whispers, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of mischief and desire.

"To steal a kiss."

A startled breath escapes your lips as his hand engages the lever of your seat, causing it to recline abruptly and sending you sprawling back with unexpected force. The passenger seat collides with the backseat, leaving you yelping in surprise as your back meets the cushioned surface with a thud.

"What the—" you exclaim, your voice rising with shock. Your eyes widen further as Nikolai deftly maneuvers, clambering onto your seat and positioning himself with hands braced on either side of your head.

With a mischievous grin, he gazes down at you, his braid cascading over his shoulder, its tips gently caressing the sides of your cheeks. "What a lovely sight," he whispers, savoring the twinkle in your eyes, the dim light from the streetlamps outside casting a soft, romantic glow through the car window.

He dips closer, capturing your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. A muted moan escapes him, feeling the sensation of you writhing beneath him, one of your hands threading through his hair, pulling him even closer.

A soft sigh escapes his lips as your fingers deftly remove the small pom-pom hair tie from his hair. It unravels, allowing his silky hair to cascade down like a curtain, providing a shield of intimacy for both of your faces. "Your lips tastes s' good.." he grunts.

He breaks away, his breath coming in heavy pants, a thin trail of saliva connecting your tongues for a brief moment. His cheeks are tinged with a subtle flush.

His lips curled into a smirk as one of his hands tilted your chin upward, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Hm, good thing the parking lot's empty, and the windows are tinted."

He chuckled, his eyes locking onto yours as he leaned down to whisper beside your ear.

"Looks like we have a few hours until sunrise."

FYODOR DOSTOEYVSKY

Perched on the rooftop bench, Fyodor's gaze wandered through the canvas of the starry night sky. Occasionally, his attention shifted to you, nestled against his side with your head resting on his shoulder. His pallid hands delicately wove between your fingers, engaging in a playful dance, and he gently caressed your knuckles while he listened to the soft hums escaping your lips.

"The stars are exceptionally beautiful tonight," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Fyodor nodded in agreement, stealing a fleeting glance at you.

"Indeed, they are."

A moment of silence enveloped you both, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hum of passing airplanes. Fyodor's gaze remained fixed on your eyes, captivated by how they seemed to mirror the stars, like tiny celestial beings dancing in the depths of your irises. His expression softened, and he stopped his ministrations on your knuckles.

With a chuckle, he turned his head to gaze at you. "Has anyone ever told you how ethereal you look, my dear?"

You blinked, fixing your gaze on him with pursed lips before breaking into a smile, shaking your head with a hearty laugh. "Yeah, you, of course."

He chuckles in return, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement. "Well, it's a sentiment worth repeating," he says, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Because every time I look at you, it feels like the first time I noticed."

And it's not the truth. Because he always sees— every detail, every nuance. Every time he looks at you, his breath catches, struck by your captivating presence. With every glimpse of you, the world's transgressions fade, and in his eyes, you remain the only pure essence he's ever known.

He draws closer, his lips poised to graze yours, but the instant your mouths meet, the sensation, the taste— it ignites an intense fervor within him. He releases a quiet, seductive murmur, his hand tenderly cupping your cheek, guiding your head into a more entrancing alignment, as if consuming your very essence, absolving all sins.

The intensity of his kiss grows, the deep connection causing your guarded posture to melt away. Your heart races as his fingertips trail from your face, gently resting at the nape of your neck, drawing you into the embrace even more. Breathlessly, you murmur his name, "Fedya— ", only to be silenced as his other arm encircles your waist, pulling you flush against him, leaving no room between you two, the warmth of his touch enveloping you completely.

"Hush now," he whispers between fervent kisses. A soft protest escapes you as you momentarily break away for air, but he swiftly uses his thumb to gently coax your lips apart, drawing you back into a consuming kiss, his tongue tenderly intertwining with yours.

Your protests turn into soft moans as he dominates the kiss, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip rendering you breathless. The world around you seems to fade as your senses drown in the intoxicating taste of his lips and the warmth of his tongue dancing with yours, leaving no room for words, only the electrifying sensation of his passionate embrace.

The gentle texture of your shirt elicits a frustrated groan from him, and his fingers slip beneath the fabric, seeking the comforting warmth of your skin. As his cold fingertips graze your body, a delightful shiver courses through you, not from frostiness but from the electrifying sensation of his touch. His thumb traces soothing circles on your hips, causing you to whimper softly amid the unending cascade of his passionate kisses.

His fingertips trace a path of fire on your skin, each touch igniting a new wave of desire. Every inch of you becomes hypersensitive to his caresses. The contrast between the coolness of his fingers and the heat bubbling up from within you is dizzying. With every teasing circle his thumb draws, your heart rate spikes, and your breaths come out in short, heated pants.

Each kiss becomes more desperate, more needy, as you both become lost in the whirlwind of emotions and sensations, the world beyond you two fading into a mere whisper.

With a gentle sigh, he withdraws, allowing you to nuzzle into the curve of his neck, your breaths coming in soft, contented pants as you both seek solace in the intimacy you've just shared. His fingers tenderly sweep your hair back, tucking it behind your ear as he gazes upon your flushed countenance, captivated by the allure of your post-passion glow. He chuckles softly, his lips pressing a tender kiss onto the crown of your head. "I'm not letting you go tonight, my dear. I think we've spent our time too far apart lately."

WORRY

TECCHOU SUEHIRO

Tecchou had never experienced such fear before in his life. He paced anxiously around the lobby, his gaze fixated on the floor as his hand clenched the hilt of his sword. His thoughts were a tumultuous whirlwind, all centered around you. The only information he had received was that you had been injured, your arm wrapped in a bandage.

Upon hearing the nurse call your name, Tecchou's head snapped up, and he swiftly made his way to your room. With clenched fists, he opened the door gently, revealing you lying in the bed. A gasp escaped his lips, but he quickly closed the door behind him and rushed to your side. His fingers tenderly grasped your hands, careful not to cause you any discomfort. "You're okay," he whispered, the relief evident in his voice, and you could feel just how much he had missed you.

You smiled, nodding and chuckling at his behavior. "Yes, I'm okay," you giggled, watching as he placed your palm against his cheek, leaning into the warmth of your hand. "I'm not that injured, sweetheart."

"You were still hurt," he murmured, his fingers interlocking with yours as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

He looked up at you, his eyes misty with concern. "Even a small injury worries me," he admits softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. You chuckled softly, comforted by his intense care and affection. "I know, but I promise, I'm going to be okay," you assured him, watching the weight of concern lift slightly from his eyes. He nodded slowly, never once releasing his gentle grip on your hand.

He traced his lips gently along your skin, planting soft kisses, each one filled with tenderness. "I missed you," he sighed, his amber eyes locking onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. "I missed you a lot, and I'm so glad you're okay." His words were punctuated by a series of gentle kisses - your forehead, your cheek, and down to your jawline.

"Tecchou…" you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as he kissed near your eye, his affectionate gestures overwhelming you.

Your eyes widened in surprise as his hand gently cradled your cheek, pulling you in closer to press his lips against yours. It had only been two days without you, but he felt a desperate longing for your presence again. His mouth eagerly covered yours, muffling any noises that escaped your lips as he whispered between kisses, "Sorry, missed you so much," The air between you crackled, the desire palpable in the way his lips moved against yours.

Your whimpers and pleas only seemed to spur him on further. Tecchou's kisses grew more fervent, almost urgent, as if he couldn't get enough of your taste. He couldn't remember a time when he had been so openly passionate, so consumed by his desire for you. He let out a few guttural sounds, his murmurs unintelligible but filled with raw need.

He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged. You emit soft, uneven gasps, your eyes half-lidded as you gaze at him. He tenderly takes hold of your hands, showering your fingertips, knuckles, and palms with kisses, using your hands to push back his tousled hair. "I love you," he whispers, leaning in once more to capture your lips in another passionate kiss.

Your cheeks flare with warmth, a startled sound escaping you, which he effectively silences. He then releases your lips, nuzzling into the curve of your neck, his tousled hair cascading onto your shoulder. His arms encircle your neck and head, drawing you into a tight, comforting embrace.

"Next time," he murmurs against the curve of your neck, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. "Call me if you're in trouble, my love. I can't bear to see you here again," he softly adds, sealing his promise with a gentle kiss on your neck.

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soysaucefu · 11 months ago

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I don't know if you've found this one yet? I didn't see it on here and I knew I had reblogged it so I figured I'd share the link in case (sorry if I'm just silly and missed it though jyexgtgh)

https://www.tumblr.com/hauntedsol/727285270914973696

Omg THANK YOU there are so many other fics I couldn't find💔 I missed this fic so bad

#soy's asks

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soysaucefu · 11 months ago

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CAN WE STILL TALK TO YOU SOY BECAUSE WE'LL MISS YOU IF WE CANT💔💔

-drywall anon

YES YOU CAN‼️but I may turn of asks in the future if I won't be active anymore🥲

#soy's asks

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soysaucefu · 11 months ago

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OMG DUDE I WAS SO SCARED LIKE did they actually deactivate 😰

-drywall anon

Stop this is so embarrassing I literally had a retirement letter draft saved in my account that I was gonna post😭😭

I'm just gonna be reading fics and doing my own thing😋but I won't be writing anymore💔

Merry Christmas 🎄 sorry for being a Grinch😍

#soy's asks #STOP EVEN MY TAG IS GONE😭😭#end of the soy era guys💔#i miss u guys🙏

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soysaucefu · 11 months ago

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Can i request tecchou and his s/o having their first time

*sigh* opens incognito

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲

𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Smut but its very soft and fluffy

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Tecchou have been wanting to do it for a while now after your marriage. But oh! You don't have any experience when it comes to intimacy🤭 (scenario)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft sex, mentions of blood, Tecchou just admiring you (this is very soft and wholesome), protected seggs

𝐀/𝐍: Yall how do you write smut with a straight face😦...my hands are actually shaking as I'm typing this and my cat is judging me😭 IM ASSUMING YOU MEANT FIRST TIME DOING THE TANGO BUT IF YOU MEANT KISS IM SO SORRY😭😭Also I have no experience in writing stuff like this and it feels so embarrassing to type cock and pussy seriously😧

"Are you sure you want this?"

It started with a small kiss, with you and Tecchou cuddling on your shared bed before it escalating to your current predicament.

Both of you have been married for a while, with you taking your husband's family name as your last name.

His hand supported one of your thighs on his shoulders, trailing butterfly kisses up onto your flushed cheeks. He could feel your muscles tensing up under his touch, slowly kneading your thighs in an attempt to calm you down.

You nod slowly, too embarrassed to form a sentence.

"I need words, love. If you are having second thoughts about this just tell me and I'll stop." He reassures you, laying his forehead on your own and having a soft smile splayed on his face.

He hears your breaths turning softer, your lips trembling and your hands fidgeting on the collar of his shirt. You swallowed the lump in your throat and gaze at his him.

"I want this-" you said in a hushed voice. "But I-I don't know what to do and I'm scared of it hurting."

He understands your nervousness, his fingers grasping yours and his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your knuckles. He brushes some hair out of your face, fingers resting under your chin as he brings your flushed face closer to his.

"It's okay, if it hurts and makes you uncomfortable just tap my arm and I'll stop immediately."

Giving him the greenlight to go further on, you latch your arms around his neck, emitting small mewls as his mouth attacks your neck and collarbones with small kisses and bites.

His hands are massaging your hips, offering gentle hums and hushed whispers to comfort you. He slowly goes lower and lower, his fingers tugging on your undergarments.

"Can I take this off?"

You mumble a small 'yes', his hands sliding off the soft material that covered your skin.

He settled on tracing circles on your numb gently, trying to test the waters and getting you to loosen up a bit.

You flinched at the weird but pleasant feeling, clasping your hands on your mouth to hide the soft whimpers that came out of your lips. Using his free hand, he takes ahold of your wrists and pulls them apart.

"Let me hear your cute sounds, please?"

He doesn't stop his rubbing on your clit, your breath hitching and your back arching as your hands clench onto the sheet covers.

Tecchou wants to hear your sounds of pleasure, your body and mind falling apart from the sensation, drowning in the euphoric feeling and his name being the only words you can mutter.

He dips his head down, his tongue prodding at your core as you squeak at the intruding feeling.

"Aah- 'feels w-weird..."

He hums, his cheeks turning into a cute shade of pink at your cute whines, his large hands splaying on the side of your thighs as you arch and squirm.

You jolt when you felt his tongue hit a certain spot, a high pitch moan escaping your lips.

Tecchou resumes his actions, now knowing where your sweet spot was and continuing to stimulate that specific area. Your folds are covered in his spit and your own juices, panting as you feel a knot in your stomach forming.

You were confused with this new found feeling, your whimpers and moans getting louder each second as your dear husband starts to rub circles on your buds again.

"Nghn- Tecchou!...hah- I think I'm about to-"

"Just relax f'me, 'promise it'll feel good."

Your shaky hands find its way to his tuff of hair, entangling them with his messy hair as you feel the knot that formed in your stomach about to snap.

"C-cumming...!"

He groans as he feels you clench around his tongue, your legs trembling against his shoulders as you reached your orgasm, the sticky substance dripping from your core and some dripping from his chin.

He gives a few kitten licks, swiping his fingers on the sticky substance as he puts it in his mouth. "You taste so sweet, love."

He glances at your face, your eyes half lidded with your cheeks burning. Your mouth was slightly agape, chasing your breath as your chest rise and fall with a thin layer of sweat covering your body.

His own face was pink, a few droplets of sweat dripping from his forehead. He brings your face closer to him, diving his lips into yours as you both share a passionate kiss, swallowing up your whimpers and letting you get a taste of yourself.

You whined softly as he lets go, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips as you blush at his mindless staring.

He stared at you as if you were an art piece hung in the walls of museums, your face and body that could be compared with Aphrodite, your sounds as sweet and smooth as the relaxing classical music that would play in an art hall, his love and adoration swimming in the golden pools of his eyes.

He sighs, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he pepper kisses on your jawline.

"Your so pretty, m' pretty wife..." he mumbles out.

His hands tug at the hem of your shirt, grumbling at the thin material that's blocking his contact with you.

"Are you okay with going further? We can stop here if you'd like."

"I want you, 'Hiro. I want to feel you inside- please?"

His eyes widened at your use of his last name, letting out a surprised noise. He lifts his head up from your neck, getting over his initial shock before giving a quick peck to your nose.

"I'm gonna take your shirt off, ya? There's no need for you to cover up, m'kay?"

He pulls your shirt over your head, only leaving you in your bra while you felt a wave of self-consciousness swallowing you up. His eyes traced over your curves, etching your features in his mind.

You felt small and vulnerable under his gaze, your breath catching in your throat as he bores his eyes into your soul.

He lifts you up by the waist as you yelp at the sudden movement, dropping you onto his lap with your body facing him.

He can hear your heart racing under his touch, feeling a sense of pride that he was the only one that could make you feel like this.

He traces your body gently, a shiver making its way up your spine as goosebumps trailed your skin.

Click!

You gasped when you realized he had unclipped your bra, sliding it off your shoulders as your breasts fell into place. He pushes you slightly towards him with his hands on your back, ushering you to move closer to him.

His palms cups one of your breasts and fondles with it, rolling his thumps over the nipples as he makes use of his mouth on the other one.

Your hands are splayed across his bare chest, moving upwards to his shoulders and gripping it with enough force to stable yourself as you become weak and putty over the tingling feeling.

The heat pooling against your core was starting to feel unbearable, the friction of his clothed thigh flexing under you making it worse.

"'Hiro...want you right- ahng- now..." you buried your face in his hair, whining and fiddling with some strands of his hair.

You jumped when he gave you a small and soft bite on your breasts, murmuring a small 'sorry' before he lays you down on the bed again.

You watched as he unbuckles his pants, hands reaching into his pocket to pull out a wrapper before sliding it on. "When did you buy a condom?"

"Tachihara gave it to me during our wedding."

You giggled, remembering his comrades cheering and congratulating the both of you when he slid the ring onto your finger.

"This might hurt a bit, tell me when to move once you're ready."

He aligns his cock in front of your pussy, slowly sliding it in as the both of you let out a moan. Your thighs wrapped around his waist on instinct, your nails digging into his back as you hissed at the slight pain.

You felt something dripping out of you, before you could glance to check on what it was, Tecchou's hands covered your eyes and slams his lips onto yours.

You could smell the faint scent of metal, your body tensing up as you start panicking.

"It's just a tiny bit of blood, it's normal." He comforts you in a low tone, not knowing if the sight of blood would make you unsettled or not.

"What about the covers? Won't you feel disgusted?"

He shushes you with another kiss, "This is a normal thing to happen, and I'll help clean it up later." he mumbles into your mouth.

Deciding to put your worries aside, you signaled for him to start moving.

He starts off with a few gentle thrusts, slowly setting a pace as your cute moans and whimpers fill up the room.

You felt so full, your legs jerking at each thrust as your husband lets out a few hushed moans besides your ears, the tip of his ears turning red from the wet squelching noises from your pussy.

"Hah...you're squeezing me, re- ah- relax l-love." he grunts in beside your ears, seeing your face contort into one of pleasure. You gasped as his fingers traced your clit again, trying to make you relax with as much pleasure as possible.

"F-fuck, 'Hiro...! 'Feels so g-good-" He groans at the feeling of your nails scratching his back slightly, sweet mewls being the only noise he hears.

His hips stuttered in his movements when he feels his release close to approaching, with your cunt clenching him every few minutes as you moan out you're close too.

You shut your eyes with the familiar feeling blooming in your stomach, your hands moving to Tecchou's face as you demand for a kiss.

He stares at the golden band that wrapped around your ring finger, his heart swelling in content and his eyes soften at the thought.

You were officially his, and he was officially yours.

"K-kiss me, please."

He uses one of his hands to grab your wrist, kissing your palms before leaning in to kiss your lips.

Chu♡

He bites down onto your neck, attempting to muffle his moans as the both of you are about to reach your orgasm.

"Mmh- I'm so happy I married you, love. Such a pretty wife- my pretty wife."

"I love you- so s' much."

A/N: I just lost my entire dignity writing this💀 I like how my blog is all crack then suddenly BOOM

This monstrosity just drops out😨

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soysaucefu · 11 months ago

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WHIMSICAL MISCHIEF!

PM!Dazai x Gn!reader x Chuuya (Can be seen as platonic/romantic)

Genre: Fluff, crack

Summary: Shoplifting with your besties😍

Warnings: Swearing, all of you are idiots and Dazai is a menace<3 kinda ooc and there wasn't a plan for this so it's all over the place😔

"I'm so bored!" you whined, sprawled upside down on the bed with your head dangling off the edge. Dazai joined in, slumping down on the bed next to you, clearly sharing your sentiment.

"I feel you." Dazai groaned, mirroring your upside-down position. "It's been too quiet and uneventful lately. We need something to liven things up."

You let out an exasperated sigh, swinging your legs back and forth in the air. "I can't handle this boredom anymore. We need to find some excitement."

Dazai raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Well, we could always pull a prank on Chuuya. That would certainly add some spice to our lives."

Just as those words escaped Dazai's lips, Chuuya walked into the bedroom, holding a plate of toast in his hand. His eyes narrowed at Dazai, a challenging glare in his gaze. "I'd like to hear you say that again, you damn bastard."

"What the hell is that green stuff on your bread?" you questioned, your eyes fixated on his plate, a curious expression on your face. Chuuya settled down on the chair in your bedroom, his hands grasping the toast before taking a bite. "Avocado." he muttered; his words slightly muffled. "There's still half a slice in the kitchen."

"Where the fuck did you find such a fat ass avocado that half of it can cover two slices of bread?"

"I didn't, Akutagawa bought it."

You widened your eyes, shifting around on the bed to face Chuuya directly. "Akutagawa, going grocery shopping? That's a new sight."

Chuuya shrugs, continuing to munch on his brunch. "He bought a bunch of them. There's a whole box of avocados in the fridge."

You squint your eyes, turning your gaze towards Dazai, who had been unusually silent. "Dazai, did you instruct Akutagawa to buy a whole box of avocados?"

"Yeah, Dazai somehow convinced Akutagawa that we needed a whole box of avocados. I have no idea what he plans to do with them."

You furrowed your brows in confusion, turning your attention to Dazai, who sat there with a mischievous grin on his face. "Oh, you know, avocados are versatile. We could make guacamole, avocado toast, avocado smoothies... the possibilities are endless!" he exclaimed, clearly enjoying the chaos he had caused.

You shook your head in disbelief. "I can't believe you wasted half of Akutagawa's salary on damn avocados. Well, I hope you have a plan to consume all those avocados before they go bad." you remarked, unable to hide a hint of amusement in your voice.

Chuuya scoffed, finishing his last bite of toast. "Knowing Dazai, he'll probably find a way to incorporate avocados into every meal. Brace yourself for avocado overload."

Dazai's laughter filled the room, his head still hanging off the bed. "Get ready to have avocados for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for an entire month- yow!"

Dazai let out a surprised yelp as you flicked his forehead, causing him to slump to the ground with a pained expression. "Ow! Alright, alright, no more avocados!" he whined, rubbing his forehead with a mock pout.

You sighed in exasperation, crossing your arms. "Come on, Dazai. Put that big brain of yours to use and think of something fun for us to do. We can't spend the whole day talking about avocados."

"How about we go grocery shopping, but instead of shopping, we rob."

Chuuya and you exchanged a quick glance, your gazes intensifying and a shared smirk forming on your lips. In that moment, an unspoken agreement was made between the two of you.

"Alright-" you chimed in, your voice carrying a hint of excitement. "Deal."

"Chuuya is pushing the cart though."

"Hey what the fuck man?"

"Dazai, enough with the damn crab meat!" Chuuya's voice growled with frustration, his grip on the shopping cart tightening as he steered you through the aisle. Meanwhile, Dazai couldn't contain his amusement, skipping gleefully ahead and continuously tossing cans of crab meat into the cart.

You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, caught between Chuuya's exasperation and Dazai's mischievous antics. "Come on, Chuuya, let him have his fun. We aren't paying for this anyways."

Chuuya shot you an exasperated glance, shaking his head in disbelief. "I swear, you're just as bad as him."

"Chuuya, look! It's dog food!" Dazai exclaimed at the end of the aisle, pointing excitedly at a large pack of dog food. Chuuya raised an eyebrow, his hands holding a jar of pickles. "What?"

"We should get some! It's a big pack, too!"

"Why the hell do we need dog food? We don't even own dogs."

Dazai's grin widened, his smile sending a shiver down Chuuya's spine.

"It's salmon flavored. Isn't that your favorite?"

As you sat in the shopping cart, uncontrollable laughter escaped your lips as you watched Chuuya's reaction unfold before you. His face turned beet red, and his veins seemed to bulge from his forehead as he struggled to find the right words to express his frustration. "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT—"

Dazai couldn't resist the opportunity to further tease Chuuya, so he playfully stuck his tongue out, mocking the frustrated redhead. In a mischievous move, he grabbed a random can of tomato soup from the shelf and called out to you, "Y/N, catch!"

Without fully processing his words, you failed to react in time, and the can of tomato soup came hurtling towards you with surprising speed, resulting in a painful bonk on your head.

"OW-!"

Amidst the chaos, the brunette couldn't contain his laughter as he sprinted away, leaving you and Chuuya in his wake. Realizing it was time for some retaliation, you groaned and called out to Chuuya, urging him to take action. "Chuuya, get him!" With determination in his eyes, the redhead nodded in agreement, swiftly yanking the shopping cart and taking off in pursuit of Dazai.

"I'm going to bash your head in a pile of dog shit!"

"Which ice cream flavor do you want?" Chuuya asked, presenting two buckets of ice cream, one filled with chocolate and the other with strawberry. Sitting in the cart, with Chuuya's coat wrapped around you, you shivered slightly from the chill of the refrigerator. Contemplating your options, you stammered out, "C-can we just get both?"

Chuuya nodded and placed both buckets of ice cream in the cart. Meanwhile, Dazai found himself engrossed in the culinary section next to you, his hands playfully fidgeting with the packets of sealed knives on display.

You gave Dazai a deadpan look, pulling Chuuya's coat tighter around you. "Dazai, stop staring at the knives and trying to open them."

Dazai huffed, tossing the packet of knives carelessly back onto the shelf. "No fun, I wanted to take one out and stab Chuuya."

Chuuya tried his best to contain his frustration, knowing all too well the disastrous consequences if he allowed his temper to get the best of him. He clenched his teeth tightly, resisting the urge to unleash his ability and potentially cause havoc within the Walmart. Meanwhile, you simply slumped in the cart, having grown accustomed to Dazai's constant antics and the resulting chaos they often brought.

"Say, Y/N, how about we have a double su-"

"Nahh."

Dazai's pouting expression remained unaffected as he confidently approached the cart and hopped in, disregarding your attempts to kick him off. You squirmed and thrashed, determined to reclaim your territory. "Hey, get out of the cart! This is my space!" you protested, trying to assert your authority.

Chuuya sighed in exasperation, turning his head to face Dazai and mustering the strength to pull him out of the cart. "Get the hell out of the cart, Dazai. I'm not pushing you around like a child!" he grumbled, his frustration evident in his tone.

You let out a surprised yelp as Dazai suddenly clung onto you like a koala, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He whined, directing his complaint at both you and Chuuya. "Hey, that's not fair! You willingly pushed the cart for them, but you won't push me?!"

"You're heavy!"

"I weigh like a feather!"

"GRAVITY MANI-"

"CHUUYA NO-"

As sirens blared through the city, the streets came alive with a chaotic scene. Police cars zoomed past, their lights flashing, while concerned pedestrians and store employees rushed in every direction. In the midst of the commotion, you, Chuuya, and Dazai found yourselves sprinting through the bustling streets, desperately clutching onto bags of groceries.

"Why are they chasing us?! We are using recyclable bags and not plastic!"

Dazai's laughter echoed through the air, his joyous expression contrasting with the tense atmosphere. In his hands, he tightly held onto cans of crab meat, seemingly undeterred by the predicament. Meanwhile, Chuuya's face glistened with sweat, his earlier agreement to the plan now causing him to question the sanity of their actions.

"Mori is so going to kill us."

"Screw that old man! He's the least of our worries right now- we have fucking 10 police cars chasing us!"

In a burst of frustration and adrenaline, you unleashed a primal scream, your fingers gripping tightly around a jar of pickles from one of the grocery bags. Determined to make a statement, you sprinted as fast as your legs would carry you, halting abruptly before hurling the jar with all your might at one of the approaching police cars. The glass jar shattered upon impact, sending a cascade of pickles and brine across the vehicle, momentarily disrupting the pursuit.

"WHAT THE FUCK? MY PICKLES-"

"FUCK YOUR DAMN PICKLES."

"GO GUYS GO!"

With each step, your heart raced in anticipation and a silent plea echoed in your mind. You hoped that once you reached the safety of the Port Mafia headquarters, you would be spared from Chuuya's fiery wrath for recklessly throwing his beloved jar of pickles. The consequences of angering the fiery-haired executive were not something you wished to experience firsthand.

"Get pepperoni blasted!"

Dazai's mischievous nature took over as he surprised you and Chuuya by grabbing a box of pizza and hurling it at another police car. You and Chuuya exchanged stunned glances, unable to comprehend how Dazai managed to acquire a box of pizzas amidst the mayhem. "When did you grab a box of pizzas?!"

"A magician never reveals his secrets!"

Your heart skipped a beat as a police car screeched to a halt nearby. An officer emerged, brandishing a megaphone, and his stern voice pierced through the chaotic scene. "You three kids, stop!" he bellowed, quickly relaying the situation to his fellow officers via his walkie-talkie.

"We have a suspect dressed as a toilet paper roll, another resembling the Lorax, and an individual attempting to devour ice cream." he informed them, his voice tinged with both frustration and amusement.

Yea, Mori's definitely gonna kill all of you.

"Do you think this is the best time to sui-"

"SHUT UP."

"ZIP IT."

A/N: Feel free to make your own version and if you do tag me I would like to see what creativity chaos you guys can bring🫶🏻😋

Also I just realized how different this blog is compared to my other blog, it feels like two completely different people😦

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soysaucefu · 11 months ago

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INTRICATE PAS DE DEUX OF THE SOUL

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

"And at that moment I questioned if I just wanted your company, or I wanted you to be mine."

GENRE: Romance

WARNINGS: One suggestive joke on Dazai's part (his part is kinda bad ngl), it got longer and longer💀

SUMMARY: Moments where you question if your platonic relationship meant more than that.

CHARACTERS: Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo

DAZAI OSAMU

Dazai spun idly in his chair, his voice carrying a tune from a random song as he paid no heed to the complaints of his coworker. Abruptly halting his twirling, he arched his back, leaning over the chair's edge to gaze at you from an upside-down perspective.

His eyes caught sight of your nibbled fingernails, your scrunched-up nose, and the furrowed creases in your brow, all signs of your annoyance. The incessant clicking of your mouse filled the air, accompanied by the muttered curses slipping through your lips.

His lips curved into a smile, catching you off guard as he spoke up. "What's got you so frustrated?"

Letting out a groan, you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance. When it came to computers, you weren't the most tech-savvy person, only familiar with basic tasks like copying and pasting or opening tabs. "I'm having trouble inserting my reports into the drive. It keeps showing me an error!"

Dazai's eyes gleamed mischievously as he swiftly jumped out of his chair, seizing the opportunity to escape from his work. "Let me take a look!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Without wasting a moment, he hurried over to your side, eager to assist. His usual carefree demeanor had transformed into one of focused determination as he prepared to tackle the computer issue.

As you were about to scoot over to create some space, you froze in place, surprised when Dazai leaned in closer. He rested his chin on the top of your head, effectively caging you between his arms. One of his hands gently covered yours, taking control of the mouse with a confident touch.

The closeness sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of comfort and anticipation. The warmth of his breath against your hair and the subtle scent of his cologne enveloped you, making it hard to focus on the computer screen.

"Hm... let's see." Dazai murmured, his voice lowering as his eyes fixated on the screen. You remained still, not daring to move a muscle, aware that any slight tilt of your head would result in contact with his shoulders. His hands, larger and warmer than yours, guided yours effortlessly on the mouse, creating a peculiar sensation in the pit of your stomach.

As Dazai expertly maneuvered the mouse and typed away on the keyboard, you observed his actions with a mix of fascination and disbelief. He seemed to possess an innate understanding of the system, effortlessly navigating through the folders and files.

Caught off guard by the unexpected graze of his fingers on your chin, your breath hitched, and your eyes widened. The sudden contact caused a jolt of electricity to surge through you, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand. Your lips parted slightly as you bumped into his shoulders, a mixture of surprise and confusion etched on your face.

His voice, laced with a mischievous tone, brought you back to the present. "Are you paying attention?" he teased, his gaze locked with yours, a playful glint in his eyes.

As Dazai leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear, he whispered teasingly, "Or are you preoccupied with thoughts of what these fingers can do—yow!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he let out a yelp and recoiled in pain, interrupted by the appearance of your stern-faced coworker standing behind him. Their scowl made it clear that they disapproved of the perceived flirting.

"No more distractions, Dazai. Focus on completing your reports or face the consequences." Their tone left no room for negotiation, signaling the end of the playful interlude.

Dazai let out an exaggerated sigh, turning his attention back to the computer screen, his playful demeanor momentarily subdued.

A soft giggle escaped your lips, despite the rapid beat of your heart. Grateful for Dazai's assistance, you turned to him and offered your thanks, a genuine smile gracing your face.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

"I don't understand, who does he think he is? All I wanted was a simple cup of coffee, but instead, he served me a hefty side of attitude!" you vented, frustration dripping from your words. Seated in the passenger seat, arms crossed tightly, you poured out your grievances to Chuuya, who attentively drove, his gaze fixed on the road. He nodded and interjected with occasional hums and brief responses, providing a listening ear to your grievances.

As you continued to express your frustration, Chuuya's brows furrowed in mild annoyance, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. He couldn't help but find your passionate rants endearing, even if he didn't fully grasp the gravity of the coffee shop incident.

"Well, sounds like someone needs a lesson in customer service." he quipped, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Forget about that lousy barista, we'll make our own damn coffee from now on."

The sound of your giggle filled the car, offering a momentary relief. However, as you pondered his words, your laughter faded away, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

'We'll make our own damn coffee from now on."

We?

Chuuya shot you a concerned glance, his raised eyebrow indicating his curiosity. "Is something the matter?" he pondered, his attention still fixed on the road as he maneuvered through the familiar streets of your neighborhood, searching for your house.

As you shook your head, you averted your gaze to the window, feigning interest in the pigeons fluttering by. You hoped to conceal the flush spreading across your cheeks, keeping it hidden from Chuuya. Little did you know, he stole a few discreet glances at you, using the reflection in his own window. His azure eyes carefully observed your sudden silence, sensing something amiss in your demeanor.

"Ah, my house is here." you murmured, your voice slightly shaky as you gathered your belongings and carefully packed them into your bag. Focused on the task at hand, you reached to the side, intending to unbuckle your seatbelt. But as your hand moved, your breath hitched in your throat, and your eyes widened with surprise.

"Alright, clearly something is wrong. What the hell are you thi-" Chuuya's words abruptly halted, his own face mirroring your astonishment. He had shifted his body, his elbows resting on the backrest of the passenger seat, bringing his face mere inches away from yours.

Your faces were in such close proximity that his breath mingled with yours, the warmth of his presence enveloping you. His soft bangs tickled your forehead, creating a tingling sensation on your skin. Time seemed to freeze as the two of you remained locked in that intimate proximity, suspended in a moment of wordless connection.

His azure eyes met yours, and you could see a faint blush spreading across his cheeks, mirroring the warmth that colored your own.

"You..."

His voice came out in a shaky whisper, his words hanging in the air. You couldn't help but notice the way his gaze seemed to linger on your lips, a flicker of desire and uncertainty dancing in his eyes. The sound of your own heartbeat pounded in your ears, drowning out any other noise in the car.

"I... I should get going." you managed to say, the words coming out with a hint of disappointment and embarrassment. You hastily reached for the door handle, your hand trembling slightly.

"...Yeah."

Chuuya nodded, his voice barely audible as he responded. His gaze remained fixed outside the window, but you could sense his stolen glances through the sideview mirror, his eyes betraying a mix of longing and regret.

You stepped out of Chuuya's car, your hand lingering on the door handle as you turned to face him. The words caught in your throat, and you nervously bowed your head, expressing your gratitude for the ride.

"It... It was my pleasure." Chuuya whispered, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze lingering on you for a fleeting moment before turning away. "Just call me whenever you need a ride."

You mustered a small smile, though your heart felt heavy with unspoken words. "Thank you, Chuuya. I'll keep that in mind." With a final nod, you closed the car door, your fingers grazing the smooth surface before letting go.

As Chuuya watched you walk away, his eyes softened, and a small smile played at the corners of his lips.

RANPO EDOGAWA

"Ranpo, quit ogling at candy and focus on the mission!" you quietly urged, vigilant for the target while simultaneously attempting to pull the green-eyed detective away from the enticing array of shelves stocked with sweets.

"I am incapable of fighting." he retorted, fidgeting with your pockets in a childlike manner as you glared at him. "Ya got any money?"

With a light smack on his hand, you clicked your tongue in irritation. "Even if I do, we won't be purchasing any sweets!" you scolded.

Gasping as the target disappeared from view, you swiftly seized Ranpo's wrist and hurriedly pulled him out of the store. In response, he let out a yelp and stumbled to keep up with you as both of you entered the bustling streets.

Skillfully maneuvering through the throngs of people, you deftly navigate the narrow gaps in the crowd, maintaining a vigilant eye on the target. Meanwhile, Ranpo trailed behind you, heedlessly pushing through the crowd.

"Ugh... it's so noisy." Ranpo whined, letting out a frustrated huff. "Do we really have to keep following him?" He pouted, clutching onto your coat with his fingers, determined not to lose sight of you—or perhaps himself.

"He's been maneuvering through the city like a snake, eluding all surveillance, including the police. If we can locate his hideout, we'll be able to solve this case more swiftly." you explained, emphasizing the importance of the task at hand.

Ranpo groaned and muttered an "okay." He knew deep down that he could have solved the case much earlier if he hadn't been so lazy.

Continuing to trail behind you, Ranpo absentmindedly gazed at the clouds or counted the pebbles on the sidewalk. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he swiftly tugged on your coat, pulling you into an alleyway. "Ranpo, what in the world—" you began, startled by the sudden move.

Your words were abruptly silenced as he placed a hand over your mouth, muffling any protests. You found yourselves in a narrow alleyway, with his body pressed against yours, and his other hand firmly pinning you against the wall.

"Quiet."

Complying meekly, you nodded your head, furrowing your brows in concern. He removed his hands from your mouth, replacing them with an index finger pressed against his own lips, signaling for silence. Slowly, he glanced behind him, his gaze filled with caution.

"Who... who is it?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. You gasped softly when he turned to face you, silently mouthing something.

"Sniper."

Both you and Ranpo remained frozen, not daring to make the slightest movement. The tension in the air was palpable, knowing that the slightest twitch of a finger could result in the sniper pulling the trigger.

However, as the moments passed, the closeness became suffocating. You could feel his presence pressing against you, his hands firmly planted beside your head as he tried to shield you from the sniper's line of sight.

Both of you flinched as the sound of footsteps reverberated through the alleyway. Ranpo's eyes widened, and your body trembled with fear. Desperately trying to steady your breathing, you instinctively covered your mouth, hoping to mask any sounds that might give away your presence.

The sound of a gun reached both of your ears, the click resonating and echoing in the tense atmosphere. You stole a quick glance at your companion, who appeared outwardly composed despite the circumstances. However, a droplet of sweat forming on his forehead revealed the underlying nerves and pressure he was experiencing.

In usual circumstances, Ranpo would be adept at navigating such situations, skillfully eluding enemies with his words or finding a means of escape before resorting to physical confrontation.

However, with you by his side, he couldn't afford to take any risks. The weight of your presence necessitated a different approach, one that prioritized caution and ensured your safety above all else.

As the footsteps grew louder, anxiety continued to mount for both of you. Ranpo's face contorted in thought as he leaned closer to you, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "I have an idea."

The man silently raised his gun, poised to fire, with a cigarette dangling from his lips. Just as he turned the corner, ready to take aim, he suddenly froze in his tracks.

Letting out a grunt of annoyance, he turned around in disgust, shaking his head and muttering something along the lines of "couples nowadays."

From the man's point of view, it appeared as though you and Ranpo were locked in an intimate embrace, with his hat conveniently concealing both of your faces.

In reality, Ranpo had his hand over your mouth, his lips merely grazing the back of his palm while his hat effectively obscured the true situation from view.

A nervous hitch in your breath caught in your throat, and your fingers trembled with a mixture of relief and lingering tension. Meanwhile, Ranpo discreetly cast a glance at the man, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. You both silently celebrated the fact that you had managed to avoid a potentially dangerous situation, dodging a bullet.

He released his grip on your mouth and glanced towards the roof, confirming that the sniper was no longer present. "Huh, looks like we managed to fool those two." he murmured to himself, a sense of accomplishment in his voice.

Meanwhile, internally, you were still processing the intense moment you had shared, your heart racing. Trying to regain composure, you smoothed down your hair and made an effort to calm yourself down, though the adrenaline from the encounter continued to pulse through your veins.

He turned his gaze towards you, that familiar cheeky smile returning to his face as he let out a playful giggle.

He was no fool, and you were well aware of that fact. It was clear that he knew exactly what he was doing, and it seemed like he derived great enjoyment from the thrill of the moment.

"Ranpo—" you began, but he promptly shushed you, his actions carelessly yet gently placing his hat on your head and giving a few pats to reassure you.

"How does it feel," he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "to be in such close proximity with the greatest detective?"

"Ranpo, we could have almost died-"

"Oh well, at least I got to fake kiss you."

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soysaucefu · 11 months ago

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ETHEREAL DEVOTION

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

"Within the delicate threads of your scars, I find the purest form of beauty."

GENRE: Fluff/Comfort

WARNINGS: Mentions of scars, kissing, Bram has his body, mentions of suicide attempts, slight manga spoilers(?) for Bram

SUMMARY: Kissing their scars while they are in your embrace.

CHARACTERS: Dazai, Bram, Tecchou, Chuuya

DAZAI OSAMU

It feels weird for him to be so vulnerable, a former executive who was feared by many now being cradled up in a pair of warm arms. His body is littered with scars from missions or his attempts with suicide, covered up with the thin wrapping of bandages. To be so bare in front of you without those layers covering his arms- it felt weird.

Why were you so gentle with him? He has done nothing to be treated so well, nothing to be blessed by your affection and praises every day in the morning.

The looks you gave him weren't one of disgust or pity, but a look of understanding and adoration- something he can't grasp on why you would look at him with such love.

"Don't be ashamed, 'Samu." you muttered out, glancing at him as your hands pinned one side of his hair behind his ears. "There's nothing 'ugly' or 'disgusting' about your scars."

You gestured for him for a hug, opening your arms slightly in case he does not wish to do so. Dazai slumps into the welcoming embrace after a moment of shock, hiding his face into the crook of your neck as he sighs out.

You don't know his full past, but you assured him that you would love him unconditionally either way. Dazai is a smart man, but he could never figure out your reasons for loving him.

He feels you bringing up his arms to your view, flinching slightly when he feels your lips pecking them gently. "Belladonna?" He lifts his head slightly, his heart beating in his chest as he feels his breath quickens when you continue to shower his blemishes with kisses.

"Your scars are the prettiest thing I've ever seen." you smiled, pecking his forehead as he flinches under your touch.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not, I promise."

You pull him closer, squeezing him slightly when you hear his ragged breaths, humming a soothing tune and tracing shapes on his back. "I love you, Osamu. I love everything about you, and your scars are part of you too. I don't know what you've been through, but I want you to know that I'll love you either way."

Dazai wasn't one to cry or show any signs of vulnerability to anyone. But this- this was enough to make his nose turn a shade of red and stammer as he tries to not let out cracked voices. "Please, don't lie to me- don't leave me."

"I won't, dear." you pressed a few quick kisses on his neck, where some faded imprints of ropes were left behind. His shoulders were trembling slightly, and his fingers were fiddling with the hem of your shirt. It wasn't quite audible, but you could hear him trying to breathe from his mouth to hide the tiniest sniffles.

"I love you. Thank you for being with me, thank you for everything." Dazai whispers out, the slight crack evident in his voice.

Maybe being vulnerable in your arms was something he needed.

BRAM STOKER

To be showered in affection is something unexpected. He was a vampire, and his kind wasn't well liked amongst the humans. Those scars that were on either side of his cheeks were the aftermath of some battles he had faced from the hatred, and you kissing them was odd- but welcomed.

"I don't get why you like them so much." Bram grunts out, closing his eyes when you continued to kiss his cheeks, making him slightly blush from the contact. "You look cool with them."

"What's so cool about them?" he inquires, raising his eyebrows at you when you lean onto his chest. You say nothing, making him furrow his eyebrows when you just stare up at him. "You humans are so weird." he sighs. You hooked both of your hands together, playing with his fingers as you giggle when he groans at your antics.

"You're so cute, it's funny."

"Are you judging how I look?"

Bram glares at you, pinching your cheeks as you wail out in response. "I'll bite you and you'll see how funny it is." he threatens playfully, both of you knowing he would never. You sat up, huffing at his threat and gripping onto his arms to stop him from pinching. "Stop it."

"Stop making me like that and I'll stop it."

"Making you what? I'm not even doing anything!"

"Making me feel this way." He silences your hums of confusion by hugging you, something he has never initiated before. He notices your surprise at his actions, making him pursed in lips in contemplation. Did he really deprive you of his affections that much?

You nuzzled into his chest, the corner of your lips quirking up. He wasn't the warmest heat conductor, as his body was naturally cold. You shifted on his lap, perking your head up and staring at his face.

"I know what you're going to do." he warns.

"And I'm gonna do it." you laughed out before attacking his cheeks once again with kisses. Bram doesn't retaliate, allowing you to do so despite his constant grunts of faked discontent. He shuts his eyes gently when you started peppering kisses everywhere on his face, humming in response when you placed one kiss near his eyelids.

It's a foreign feeling, to be looked at with such admiration when all he's faced throughout his life was hatred burnt into the people's eyes. To be in the confines of the comfort of his manor with you giving him so much love was something he needed time to get used to.

You leaned back to take a look at him, his eyes softening at you. "You're such an odd being." he sighs out, grabbing one of your hands to kiss the back of your palms.

TECCHOU SUEHIRO

He doesn't get hurt easily, but that doesn't mean he has none. There are some bruises and cuts that never fully healed, leaving marks behind on his back or hands. He doesn't mind much, as these were proofs of the battles he had went through and came out as the victor. he finds it confusing on why you like to kiss them so much though.

Tecchou steps out of the shower, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead as he tries to dry it with his towel. Another towel was wrapped around his waist, being mindful to not drip the water everywhere on the floor.

You opened the door to your bedroom, the door creaking slightly to note out your presence as Tecchou turns to look at you. He notices you widening your eyes slightly, tilting his head in confusion. "Something the matter, love?"

"Tecchou, your back." you pointed out, drawing his attention. His gaze shifted slightly as you mentioned it. "Oh, the marks?" You nodded, stepping closer to him and discreetly closing the door behind you.

It was the first time you've seen the scars, only seeing the ones that were on his hands. "Did you get them recently?" you asked, your eyes taking a quick glimpse at each slash that were embedded into his skin. He nods his head, continuing to dry his hair. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt."

The scars were already in the process of healing, now being only a few shades darker than his skin tone. "How did you get them?" you murmured out, giving him a glance as you silently asked for permission to touch his back. He gives a firm nod in return, slightly shivering when he feels your fingers tracing his spine and connecting the trail to his markings.

He proceeded to recount the harrowing missions that had left their mark upon his body, finding solace in the comfort of your attentive hums and nods. As your nimble fingers delicately traced the contours of his back, a soothing sensation washed over him, reinforcing the connection between his stories and the gentle touch of your fingertips.

His words faltered and ceased as he felt the tender press of your lips upon his wounds. A soft gasp escaped his lips, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture of affection.

"Go on, continue." you whispered, a giddy smile playing on your lips. Tecchou nodded, attempting to focus on his narrative despite the distracting pecks and adoring gestures you bestowed upon him.

Standing behind him, you resumed tracing his back, a mixture of admiration and playfulness in your touch. It elicited a ticklish sensation that he couldn't help but try to suppress, for while he enjoyed your affectionate display, it tested his ability to maintain composure and carry on with his story.

Your eyes widened in surprise as he swiftly took hold of your wrist, twirling you around and drawing you into his embrace. He held you close, his voice barely above a whisper as he apologized for the sudden movement, burying his face in the depths of your hair.

He blinks when you took his wrist and brought it up to your wrist, now kissing his rough palms as he only stared at you. "Sorry, you're too pretty."

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

There is some slight scarring on his hands that are covered up by the gloves he wears daily. He doesn't care about them, in fact, he takes pride in the scars. However, he turns into a puddle whenever you take the gloves off and start kissing his knuckles.

"What are you doing?" Chuuya hums in confusion when you laid on him, your hands stripping his gloves off from his hands. He arches one of his eyebrows, his hands sliding them towards your cheek as you nuzzled into his palms.

Suddenly, you gently bit down onto his palms, causing the ginger head to jolt and shrieked out in surprise. "What the hell?"

A soft, contemplative expression graced his features as you interlaced your fingers with his, a gentle connection between your hands. His eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and tenderness when your lips met the reddened skin of his knuckles, leaving soft, delicate kisses in their wake.

Chuuya's cheeks flushed with warmth, a flicker of frustration crossing his features as he muttered a curse under his breath. He couldn't help but feel his defenses crumble, a softening of his typically stoic demeanor, all from the tender touch of your lips against his skin.

"What's with your fascination for my hands?"

He murmured, a tinge of exasperation lacing his words. He averted his gaze, unable to meet your eyes as his cheeks flushed. You, however, found his reaction utterly endearing. Holding his hands tenderly in yours, you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Gah! Let go!" Chuuya grunted, quickly retracting his hands from yours and using them to cover your face. His palms pressed against your eyes, while his other hand covered his own mouth. Though you couldn't see his expression, you could feel the slight tremble in his hands, a clear sign of his flustered state.

"Can't I shower my boyfriend with affection?" you playfully whined, swatting his hand away from your face. Chuuya gasped in surprise as you leaned closer, your hands gently holding his chin as you showered him with sweet kisses all over his face.

"H-hey! Stop that!"

Normally, it would be him adorning you with kisses all over your body; for you to be turning the tables on him was shocking to him, as the furthest you did so was a quick peck to his lips.

You paused your playful antics, now comfortably straddling his lap with a satisfied smile. Chuuya's breathing grew heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His flushed cheeks glared at you, his teeth gritted in embarrassment and a mix of other emotions. "You- ugh-"

Chuuya sees you fiddling with his fingers once again, glaring at you as a warning. You ignored him, now drawing patterns with his scars as you gaze at them softly. "You have such pretty hands, Chuu." you whispered out, now kissing each of his fingertips.

"What's with all the affection today?" he managed to breathe out, sitting up while being mindful not to let go of your hand. You shrugged, settling yourself on his chest. "Nothing in particular, I just missed you a lot."

His gaze softened, a hint of warmth creeping into his eyes, and the corner of his lips twitched ever so slightly. "I've missed you too."

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OPULENT ENVELOP

VARIOUS CHARACTERS X GN!READER

"Your kisses intoxicate my senses, a euphoria I yearn to savor endlessly."

GENRE: Fluff

WARNINGS: Slightly suggestive, making out

SUMMARY: How are their kisses like?

CHARACTERS: Fyodor, Dazai, Nikolai, Chuuya

FYODOR DOSTOEVYSKY

Fyodor's kisses are a profound experience, filled with genuine passion. He cherishes the closeness shared between you, and each kiss is a reminder of the privilege it brings. He delights in leaving you breathless and weak, reveling in the way you surrender into his embrace when your lips meet.

You find yourself nestled in Fyodor's embrace, your legs wrapped around his waist as you engage in a passionate exchange of kisses. The intensity of his affection surprises you, knowing how rarely he reveals such vulnerability. Sensing the opportunity, you fully indulge in the moment, cherishing the unexpected display of closeness and savoring every stolen kiss.

"What's the reason behind your sudden clinginess today?" you softly whispered between breathless kisses, your hands gently caressing his shoulders. Fyodor's response came in the form of a deep hum, pulling you even closer to him.

As he pressed his lips against yours, you mewled softly, your pleas escaping in hushed whispers, urging him not to cease the intoxicating exchange of affection.

"Well, do you want me to stop?" he teased, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as you fervently shook your head. "That's what I thought." he whispered in a low, seductive tone, guiding your head closer to his, effectively muffling the sounds of pleasure exchanged in the passionate kiss.

As your lips moved in sync with his, Fyodor's hands traveled along the contours of your body, exploring every curve and dip with a gentle yet possessive touch. His fingers entwined in your hair, tugging lightly, eliciting a soft gasp from you that only made him smirked further.

DAZAI OSAMU

Dazai's kisses are tantalizingly teasing, as he would lean in close only to withdraw the moment you reciprocated. But when he finally succumbed to your pleas, he relished in the opportunity to explore, slipping his hand under your shirt to savor the sensation of your bare back against his fingertips. He likes to swallow up your whimpers and whines, teasingly biting your bottom lip just to hear you yelp.

You couldn't help but whimper into Dazai's mouth, your hands trembling as they roamed across his chest, craving more of his touch. His relentless kisses kept coming, each one more intoxicating than the last. Meanwhile, his fingers traced a maddening path along the center of your back, eliciting sweet, melodic noises from your lips that only fueled his desire further.

Dazai gently withdraws from the kiss, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he observes the rapid rise and fall of your chest, and the rosy hue that adorns your cheeks. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you, breathless and flushed from the passionate exchange of kisses, finding immense satisfaction in the effect he has on you.

Dazai's eyes gleam mischievously as he leans in closer, his voice low and husky. "You look absolutely ravishing when you're all flustered like this." he murmurs, his breath tickling your skin. "I could kiss you like this all day, watching you squirm under my touch."

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as his words send shivers down your spine. The intensity of his gaze and the way he holds you in his embrace ignite a fiery desire within you, leaving you craving more of his affection.

With a playful smirk, Dazai's hand glides down your side, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your hip. "But maybe we should take a break-" he suggests, his tone laced with a hint of mischief. "We don't want to exhaust you too soon, my dear."

NIKOLAI GOGOL

Nikolai's kisses are a delightful blend of playfulness and spontaneity. He effortlessly lifts you, pressing your back against the wall; his lips, soft yet demanding, engage in a passionate dance with yours, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth, leaving you breathless and craving for more.

Behind your back, you found yourself being ambushed by Nikolai, his arms swiftly encircling your waist in an unexpected embrace. "Did ya miss me?" he playfully inquired.

Before you could even utter a word, he materialized completely out of his portal, his arms wrapping around you as he effortlessly lifted you up and pressed you against the nearest wall. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Because I most certainly did" he whispered huskily.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his sharp canines grazing your skin with a delicate pressure that sent shivers down your spine. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you felt the sensation of his lips and tongue, leaving a trail of feathery kisses and gentle nips along the sensitive skin.

You could hear the faint sounds of his sucking, the vibrations of his hushed words reverberating against your neck as he murmured through muffled noises, "Been thinking 'bout you all day- missed you so much."

Seizing the opportunity presented by your parted lips, he pressed his mouth firmly against yours, his tongue deftly sliding in to engage in a passionate kiss.

The exchange of warmth and intensity between your tongues ignited a wave of desire within you, prompting you to instinctively clutch onto his shoulders for support, your fingers digging into the fabric of his clothing. "Nikolai—" you whined softly.

"Sorry dove, been missing ya lips all day."

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

His kisses are a mix of sweetness and passion. Whenever he bids you goodbye before embarking on a mission, he never fails to leave you with a lingering kiss, wishing you luck. With mischievous intent, he teases you through his tender touches and fervent kisses, aiming to leave you flustered and blushing.

Despite the commotion of footsteps outside his office, you and Chuuya found yourselves locked in an intimate embrace within the confines of his workspace. The urgent sounds of his subordinates searching for their elusive boss reverberated through the door, adding an exhilarating edge to the stolen moment.

"Chuu, they're searching for you-" you managed to gasp, your fingers entwined in his vibrant orange hair. The anticipation and danger of being discovered heightened the intensity of the situation, making your heart race with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Ignoring the impending interruption, Chuuya pressed you further against his desk, his hands possessively gripping your waist as he claimed your lips with a hungered kiss. The sound of footsteps grew louder, approaching his office door, but he showed no signs of pulling away. His lips moved against yours with a fervor, his breath mingling with yours in a heated exchange.

"Let 'em search," he murmured between kisses, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "I'm more interested in what we're doing right now." His words sent a shiver down your spine, fueling the fire of desire that burned between you. "C'mon, Mori will be pissed if he finds out you're delaying the mission." you chuckled at his not-so-pleased face.

With a gruff grunt, Chuuya reluctantly pulled away, bestowing one final smooch upon your lips before readjusting his hat. His frustration evident in his voice, he muttered under his breath as he directed his attention toward the door, stealing a lingering gaze at your dazed expression.

Chuuya opens the door, meeting his concerned subordinates with a composed expression. "Let's get going." he commands, effortlessly concealing the recent intimate moment from their prying eyes.

However, his subordinates couldn't help but notice the telltale signs of his disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, giving them a clear indication of what had just transpired.

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