#Bungou stray dogs fluff

[chuulyssa]

cuddling with DAZAI is soft and sweet. no unnecessary touches, no rough kisses. it's just him and you at the moment, lying on his bed, the forgotten bedsheets scattered around you. he doesn't need anything more than your arms around his back to know that you're still there. that you're real. all he wants now is to enjoy the feeling of your breath on his neck, eyes closed and hearts syncing. he thinks he can lie here forever watching you sleep, but that you'd prefer it if he fell asleep as well :)

[osachiyo]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — 1.7k+ words, vampire!fyodor x fem!reader, fluff + n/sfw, virginity loss, spitting (not like u think lol), soft!fyodor, cunnilingus, blood, biting, etc • this surprisingly won the poll soooo here u guys go ! also i didn't originally intend for him to be a vampire but like the latest chapter did something to me.. anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni & NOT PROOFREAD

"fedya i —"

"hush, my dear, let me take care of you," fyodor hummed, smooth but warm voice effectively cutting you off. "it's your first time, after all — we can't possibly have this be an unpleasant time for you," he spoke calmly, reaching out a thumb to smooth the crease between your brows, "i've got you, angel."

you nodded, hesitantly — wanting to please fyodor but it seemed like he was dead set on making this special for you. "now," your train of thought got cut off by fyodor's rich voice once again, "do you trust me, myshka?" he murmured the words into your neck — inhaling the sweet scent of your body lotion mixed with your natural smell. "do you even have to ask that, my love?" you chuckled, soft fingers brushing away a stray hair from his face, tucking that piece behind his ear and he smiled, "no, but it doesn't hurt to ask, right sweetheart?" cold lips pressed themselves against your neck — before his tongue darted out to lick at the sensitive skin.

you gasped when he finally bit down on your neck, fangs etching themselves deep into your soft flesh, you could feel your face flush at the way fyodor's hands were trying to grab anywhere he could, until they settled on the small of your back, pressing you as close to him as possible.

"f-fedya.." you pressed against his chest when you started to feel light headed, immediately catching his attention as he pulled away — you could see your blood staining his vampiric teeth and running down his lips in a line. "apologies, my dear — i was simply drunk off of your taste," he licked his lips clean before pressing them against your cheek — merely brushing them against your eager lips for a second before pulling away. damn tease.

"why don't you take this off for me, hm?" long fingers brushed against the straps of your nightgown, his hands itching to just rip the flimsy piece of clothing off — but he had to be patient. he didn't want to rush things with you, after all.

you happily obliged his request, slipping the thin straps off your shoulder, before shimmying out of the dress. now only in your undergarments, you shivered from the night air hitting your sensitive spots. but before you could even complain, fyodor suddenly captured your lips in a heated kiss — your inexperienced ones struggling to keep up with his.

you didn't even notice he had you pinned on the bed until your back hit the mattress, your hair sprawled on the sheets like a halo around you — making you look like an angel in his eyes. "..beautiful," fyodor whispered against your collarbones, leaving small nips and bites there — his cool lips a great contrast to your heated skin.

"f-fedya," you moaned once his hands found your breasts, fondling the soft mounds in his palms before looking up at you with those amethyst eyes. "yes, my dear?" he grinned, brushing his sharp teeth on the side of your tit, restraining himself from biting you.

"touch me more, please," you begged, hips twitching up involuntarily when his fingers found your nipples, pinching the hardened buds between his lithe digits while pressing kisses between the valley of your breasts.

"i'd be a fool not to," he chuckled, happily obliging to your pleads. "let's take this off, yeah?" he put his fingers in the waistband of your panties, admiring the pretty little bow on the skimpy garment. it felt like he was unwrapping a present — your pussy.

he watched as strings of your arousal stuck to the fabric as he pulled it away, revealing your awaiting and untouched cunt to him. "absolutely gorgeous," he breathed out, the air fanning on your folds made your head spin. fyodor eventually took your panties fully off, chucking it somewhere on the bed, but his eyes were on you the entire time — on that perfect cunt.

"may i, darling?" fyodor licked his lips, trying his best to not just shove his head between your thighs — he needed you to say it, to want it as bad as he did.

"please, need you so bad right now —!," you whined, tossing your head back once he licked a flat stripe up your cunt, groaning lowly at the taste. "taste's s'good," he purred, gathering your slick on his tongue before dipping the pink muscle into your hole — almost tongue-fucking you.

"mmh," you tried your best to muffle the sinful noises escaping your lips — biting down on your hand so hard it's almost enough to draw blood, until you felt fyodor's cold hands pry it away — "i want to hear you, my love, don't be shy —" his tongue swirled over your clit deliciously, "sing for me."

and you did — back arching so sweetly while those intoxicating little moans and whines rolled off your tongue, all while fyodor's was moving in and out of you.

" 'm gonna cum — fedya, please," your hand found purchase in his soft ebony locks, tugging on it gently and hearing, feeling him moan into your cunt — sending vibrations throughout your whole body.

"please what?" he finally opened his eyes, mischief written all over his features as he worked his mouth on you. "what do you want me to do, pretty girl?" fyodor hummed, pulling away to spread your folds with his thumbs — before spitting directly onto your hole, watching the tight ring clench and unclench rapidly. how cute, he thought.

you gasped at the lewd show he was putting on, before reluctantly speaking up, "please make — make me c-cum, fedya," the tears gathered on your lashes finally fell, earning a soft coo from the man between your legs.

"is that right, my love?" he mused, reaching down a finger to collect some of your slick before plunging the long digit in — breath catching in his throat once he felt just how tight and warm you were. "cum for me, beautiful," that was the last thing he rasped before diving in — groaning unashamedly into your cunt. that was all you needed, the final push before releasing all over his face and mouth, drenching his chin down to his collar, and he wasn't even mad about it.

"oh oh go— gosh, feels s'good," you clenched your eyes shut at the unbelievable amount of pleasure, it was so good. fyodor continued to lick and gulp down all your juices, muttering praises in between.

once he finally pulled away, he finally took a good look at you and fuck — you looked utterly debauched. tits spilling from the bra he was yet to completely take off, the bite marks littering your skin and your face. especially your face — eyes glazed over and unfocused as little pants left your mouth, drool and tears running down your chin. you looked like a ruined mess — a beautiful ruined mess.

fyodor didn't waste any time before beginning to undress himself, he needed to fuck you — now. he could feel how unbelievably hard he was, it almost hurt how turned on he was, not that he'd ever admit how crazy you make him.

"you're ready," he breathed, before kissing you deeply — hardened cock rubbing against your folds and spreading his precum on them, mixing with your arousal. "so ready," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoisted you up, pinning you against the headboard this time.

"do tell if this hurts too much," he groaned, biting his chapped lips as he slowly pushed the tip in — feeling you contract around him nearly drove him insane. you gasped and writhed in pain as he entered you — but it felt so good at the same time, to be so impossibly close to the man you love — you didn't mind the pain too much, instead focusing on the blooming warmth in your chest.

that warmth intensified once you glanced at his face — usual pale skin now flushed, brows furrowed and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. he looked almost angelic — as if he wasn't a creature of sin.

fyodor's eyes opened and he caught you staring at him in awe, his lips twitching up to show a genuine smile — filled with love and warmth for you. only for you.

"you feel so good, moya lyubov," he almost moaned out — hips thrusting so sensually it almost had you rolling your eyes back.

"a-ah fyodor —!" you mewled so cutely when he brushed his fangs against your neck — so sharp they almost drew blood. "can i? please, milyy," he pleaded — and who were you to say no to him?

you didn't answer him with words, only craning your neck to give him more access — and he got the memo. sharp fangs sunk into your neck, making you tightening your grip on fyodor — his hips quickening their pace, now becoming desperate, and hungry for release.

the taste of your blood filled fyodor's senses — you tasted so good, so sweet he had to hold himself back from cumming immediately — he had to make his girl cum first, right?

your eyes shot open once you felt cold fingertips rubbing your clit in hurried circles, walls clenching even more on the vampire's length which had him muttering small curses in russian. you could feel yourself getting light-headed from the loss of blood — but it wasn't fatal, he'd never hurt you like that. "close, milaya?" he grunted, now licking up the blood dripping from the punctures on your neck — his eyes rolling back slight from the metallic taste.

"yes — yesyesyes —!" you squealed, gushing all over his cock, soaking the bedsheets in the process. fyodor couldn't last much longer either, your taste along with the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him had him cumming seconds after you — both of you moaning in unison as he filled you to the brim.

you yelped when fyodor slumped against you — for a vampire, he didn't have the stamina of one. "tired?" you breathed out, brushing some stray hair from his pretty face. fyodor only hummed in response, eyes opening to take in the sight of you underneath him — pants leaving the both of you. your hair was messy, dried blood and tears staining your skin. "so beautiful," he hummed, pressing his lips against your temple. "you did so well, my love," he praised, chuckling at the way you suddenly became so shy.

"get some rest, my dear — i'll have ivan make you something rich in iron. i may have took... a tad too much blood," he sighed, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. you could only nod absentmindedly, eyes fluttering closed as the tiredness finally got to you.

an "i love you, sleep well, beautiful girl," was the last thing you heard before slipping away in dream land.

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[fishii-writes]

physical touch - osamu dazai

flufftober 2024 - week 1 | flufftober masterlist

paring: dazai x gn!reader

cw: not proofread, very short, dazai is lovesick, dazai is also sick, reader is a lil mean but all in good heart, just taking care of a (love)sick man <3

a/n: one of my shortest fics!! and i'm very happy with it :3 hope you enjoy, i finished the chuuya fic and this fic in the same day what 😭 this was scheduled to be posted the next day so no double posting </3

word count: 360

“come baackkkk!!” dazai’s voice strains as he whines for you, his beloved partner, to come back to bed. that is, if you were there with him before that. as much as you wish you were in his arms, he’s sick. and it’s contagious, but you’re taking care of him since you know the idiot would continue to neglect his health.

“no, dear. you’re sick. if we both get sick, who will take care of you?” you respond in a somewhat tired tone, a sign starting and ending your statements. dazai merely whines out again.

“but what if we were sick togetherrrr? wouldn’t that be so romantic?” he giggles to himself like a lovesick teenager, even though he’s anything but. well, maybe he’s a lovesick individual, but still.

you sigh for what’s probably the hundredth time today. in the past hour, even. you sit down beside him on the bed, one hand holding a tray with some things on it, and the other resting on his head.

“you’re really something, y’know? and no, it wouldn’t be romantic to be sick together. stupid.” your fingers tangle within his messy hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp in hopes to ease the pressure on his head from his sickness. you can hear him hum in contentment, a soft smile on his lips. it’s a refreshing sight, compared to his usual cocky smirk. nevertheless, he just wants to be loved.

and you can respect that. you do respect that.

you shuffle closer, letting him rest his head on your lap. you keep massaging his scalp, until his body doesn’t look or feel as stiff. you lean down enough to catch a glimpse of his face for a moment, expecting to see him looking right back at you. but for what seems like the first time in the past week he’s been ill, he’s asleep. his lashes rest again his cheeks, not strained nor forced. it looks natural, he looks carefree for once. that’s a change you’re more than glad to see.

“sleep well, love.” you press a soft his to his forehead, continuing to massage his scalp with what he calls, your “magical touch”.

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[togegiri]

✎ᝰ ❛ PORT MAFIA'S GUIDE TO BE A HOUSEHUSBAND! ❜ — dazai osamu. chuuya nakahara. akutagawa ryunosuke.

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ content. A simple guide on being a good househusband created by the port mafia members or should I say ex-port mafia member.

₊��⊹ ᰔ warnings. gender neutral reader. you/your and they/them pronouns is used. (name) will be used. tooth rottening fluff. there maybe some grammar mistakes. suggestive in dazai's parts. ( 3.5k words. )

note. I had fun writing this I hope you all will like it!

— THE SPOILING TYPE. 太宰 治 | dazai osamu.

[ “welcome home my darling~ lookie look, I didn't burn down the kitchen! our neighbor lent us her recipe for the castella cake you like, hehe aren't you proud of me? don't I deserve a reward, like a kiss! c’mon just a little for being a great husband for you~” ] 

You two met when you saw him terribly injured due to one of his missions. You first tried to stop his wounds from bleeding but the brunette haired man stopped you glaring and interrogating on what you were doing to him. You, being an honest citizen, said you wanted to help him. Reluctantly he let you help him, still suspicious of you. 

Though his suspicion stopped once you stopped his bleeding and helped him tend to his injuries. He's grateful for that and because of this he formed a friendship with you even though it was small. Due to this small interactions and many more in the past years you two have become a loving husband and lover. He still remembers the day you two met. 

He remembers it was a dark night yet in his words, an angel came and saved him. Exaggerating the events that has followed making you chuckle awkwardly everytime a stranger asked as they are met with this lovesick buffoons rambling about how amazing their lover is. 

After a few months of being married you worry about his job in the port mafia thus leading him to quit his job and become a full time husband for your sake. Living in a small apartment, being with you almost 24/7 and a shining ring in his ring finger that indicates you two will be together till death do you two apart made him the happiest man there is. 

Although he's good at loving you unconditionally, spoiling you with his kisses, and making you laugh through your everyday life, he's quite a terrible cook. You still remember the time he almost burned down the kitchen for trying to cook a curry. Also the time he accidentally burned himself. 

“Ouch ouch ouch!” the curly haired male said, touching his small burnt hand. You looked at him in worry as his eyes formed small tears in the corner, “oh, osamu I told you it was hot,” you scolded him as he pouted at this. “I'm sorry,” he sulked, making you chuckle, “cmon put your hand on the water,” he does as you were told.

“ne ne since I injured myself don't I get a kiss to make it feel better~”

“don't tell me you purposely did that just to get a kiss,”

“I could never do that~” 

He put a innocent front making giggle at his silliness, “still a no,” 

“Oh cmoooon~” 

What a whiny husband you have. 

Although sometimes he purposely injures himself just for you to kiss him better. In other chores he's quite good at, sweeping, wiping the windows, killing a cockroach, and many more. He especially loves it when its shopping day or your day offs because he get to have more time with his darling lover. 

Whenever you two are shopping together he already has a coupon for everything you buy. Solely because while you are out at your job he's out in the store looking for coupons or he's talking to your neighbors.

Your neighbors quite love your husband as they tell you how lucky you are for having a loving and handsome husband and a gentleman to boot too. He always talks to them like a gossipy housewife knowing all the tea in the neighborhood because of that.

Due to having good relationships with the neighbors. Everytime he asks for help on something such as cooking, or chores. A Lot of people are glad to help him or aid him with his problem. He also likes to talk to you about any recent gossip in the neighborhood. He always gets the bath ready whenever its almost time to get home. 

He will be pouty and sulky if you don't get home in time like you usually do. Running ahead to you once he hears the key clanking and hugging you tightly. You chuckle at this, apologizing to him for working a little bit late. 

“Sorry, I had to work a little bit late,” you awkwardly hugged him back as he hugged you tightly. “Sorry isn't enough you know, I missed you,” osamu nuzzled onto him inhaling your scent as you pat his head.

“I'm sorry,” you patted his head as he smiled, “you have to pay for it in bed tonight so get ready~” 

“w- wait osamu I still have work tomorrow,” 

“Sounds like a you problem~” he smiled cheekily at you as he peppered your face with kisses. You felt your whole face hot as you sigh at this, “fine,” he giggled cheekily. 

He loves spoiling you with food or anything particularly. Because of him being an ex-mafia he has enough money to cost him for life. He could've easily bought a mansion for you but he quite likes the small apartment you two live in. 

Whenever he's out shopping on his own he loves to buy the pretty clothes, or accessories his lover would like. He would secretly put all the gifts in your closet or anywhere you would first see it. He then would go on a rant about how you would look pretty on it once you ask what it is for. 

He loves making you bento's although some of his cooking sometimes looked half burnt or not even cooked well yet. Yet you still eat because it's from your husband. 

He will worship the ground you walk on and will do as you ask. He's like a lovesick puppy following you. His love for you will never falter so just come home and be in his arms where he will give you all his love, make you laugh, and feed you warm food even though it's half bad he hopes you'll like it. Afterall to be a househusband is to be able to make your lover smile and not make them cry a single tear. That is dazai osamu's motto.

His very own way of being a good househusband. 

“Welcome home darling~ would you like dinner? bath? or me~” He greeted you with a smile as you chuckle at this, the brunette male giggling as he saw you, “I made dinner and also baked castella its kinda half burnt though, you dont mind right,” 

“if it's from my husband I don't mind,” you said kissing his cheek, the ex mafia smiled at this. “Good! cmon cmon lets eat, I bet your starving my dear,”

— THE WORRYWART TYPE. 中原中也 | nakahara chuya.

[ “Why did you come home 10 minutes late? Nevermind that, are you hurt? Does your shoulder hurt, your back? want a message, or do you wanna go bath first? or do you wanna eat dinner first? I bought pudding for dessert, worried? of course I'm worried jeez, just go get a bath you stink,” ] 

The classic worrywart type, he worries about every move he does and every move you make, making you sigh in defeat at your husband. The two of you met as cliché as any shoujo manga, under a rainy day and seeing him passed out and injured. Being a good citizen you brought him to your home and tended him. Once he woke up he seemed to have a fever prolonging his stay at your house. Delirious due to his fever he seeked the warmth of your hands. The gentle fleeting touches you give him those days of his illness. 

The day he became not so delirious he became flustered at his past actions saying in a forceful tone to forget about those events. Without knowing it, you two became friends, then lovers, to a happily married couple. Figuring his job is filled with too much violence that may lead you to getting used by his enemies. He simply quit and became a full time househusband in your dainty little home. 

He gives you everything he thinks is best, that's the reason why you two have diamond rings, his love for you is like a diamond, never breaking and always shining. Whenever he feels lonely he kisses the ring placed on his ring sighing as he stops himself from calling you afraid that he'll bother you mid work.

He's quite the best cook too. He makes those perfect bento, neatly done and cooked right by yours truly. He also made those cute character bento like my melody and many more. Once he hears from you that you loved it he heart will swell from pride as he gives you a cocky smirk and the saying, “of course it is good, I'm your husband that means nothing but the best should be given to you.” 

He's quite strict at making your bento, the kind of husband who will make a good diet of your bento. He also memorized all your favorite desserts, food, vegetables, fruit, and what scent you like many more too. He wants the best of the best for you so he'll go all out for it. 

Even if he hides it, he does miss you every time you have to leave for work. Putting on a strong front which you can easily see as he hurries you to leave for work already.

“Did you bring your umbrella? the news said it'll rain you know,” the ginger haired male said as he stood near the door as you put on your shoes, “Yes I did,” he nodded at this.

“What about your bento? Do you have it?” you chuckle at his questions, “Yes I do,” he furrowed his brows seeing your tie crooked, “your tie is crooked wait a minute,” he goes closer to you fixing it loosening it a bit. 

“There, jeez your hair is still messy too,” he sighs at this taking a comb thats hidden in his pocket combing your hair, “there, now go before you get late,” you giggle at him as you began to step near the door as he then took your wrist. Stopping you as he forced you to look back at him kissing you in the lips softly. This caught you by surprise as he took off his lips to your own.

“Have a safe trip,” he says, a small blush coating his cheeks making you smile at him, “Thank you darling.” 

Although he's quite a worrywart and always on you about everything. He has his soft sides too. How he shamelessly shows you off around the neighborhood by his words. At first he was quite cold to them, not speaking a single word only giving them a few answers if they asked him to. 

Although when they started asking questions for his lover he became a little bit ecstatic talking to them showing off how amazing their lover is. Slowly everyone in the neighborhood grew to like him because of this. The auntie's around your simple house were always glad to help you two out on anything. Although you were more on the chattier side your husband was more on the silent side speaking when spoken to. 

He prefers making things for you to show his appreciation. While he does like spoiling you with his riches. He loves it when he,  the things that make you happy. Thus the reason why he took crocheting as a hobby. 

Like dazai, he loves it when it's the weekend because it means your day off and that means he gets to spend more time with you. Which always consists of you two baking, you learning how to crochet to get closer to your husband. You are making him learn more about your hobbies. 

He loves physical affection although quite a tsundere when he's the one asking for it thus him leading to be more on the acts of service type of guy. 

“No that's not how you do it,” you stopped your movements as chuuya pointed out the wrong way you crochet. He goes closer to you as he smiles showing you how it goes, “its like this,” you nodded your head.

“I see, thank you chuuya,” he smiles blushing a little, “welcome and..uhh..d- dont I deserve a reward for that?” at his bold words your eyes widen smiling as you gave him a kiss in the cheek making him huff in pride. 

He's very good at giving you messages, that's why he likes doing them. He loves it when there is a 50% off sale while he is rich from his former job. Nothing beats the feeling of having a 50% off. 

He's a soft man at heart he just builds cold walls that may take time to burn down. Thus the reason why he worries for you a lot. Being a househusband means ensuring your health and keeping you comfortable in this simple life of husband and lover of yours. That is Nakahara Chuuya's motto on being your house husband.

“I'm hooomeee,” you announced feeling drowsy and tired as chuuya walked towards the door looking at you worried, “welcome home, is everything okay? Do you want a massage? Does anything hurt?” 

You smile at him seeing his usual worrywart and dotting self to you, “yeah, I'm fine just tired from work, my shoulder hurts a little bit though,” he smiles, “cmon lets go dinners ready and your bath is ready too, I'll massage you once your done with your bath.”

“your the best,”

“hmp, I know that,” he huffs as you chuckle, “I love you,” 

“I love you too.”

— THE PROTECTIVE TYPE. 芥川 龍之介 | akutagwa ryunosuke.

[ “Did you take overtime again? How many times have I told you to not do that? Do I have to come to work and punch those scumbags to not make you work too much? hmp! its not violence it's about just teaching them a lesson,” ] 

Another classic nagging wife-like of a husband. The first time you two met was a rocky start with him trying to kill you solely because you were tending his injuries you hated how bratty he was saying he doesn't need any help but ended up passing out in your arms. You sigh at his stubbornness and tend to him for the past few days he was unconscious. You knew he was a mafia due to his all black get up and bloody clothes. 

Yet helped him anyways because you just wanted to help him, it took time for him to open up and slowly burn down his tough walls. At Least 3 months of you two being ‘acquaintances’ to becoming ‘friends’ you chuckled at the times he was being cold to you. 

It took a lot of time till you two became lovers to the now husband and lover. Happily married and a small home in a small neighborhood. He's an alright cook, he's not good at it but he takes his time to learn things on cooking via cooking lessons by the neighborhood auntie's who graciously lend him a hand. 

He's popular with them because of how they thought he was an adorable husband for you. Although quite cold towards them the auntie's doesn't mind as they still coo at him. To be frank he didn't know how to be a good househusband.

He sucks at cooking, cleaning, and even being affectionate to you was a struggle for him. Though you didn't mind that, you let him learn at his own pace. Going to the neighborhood asking what laundry detergent is good for this specific fabric, how to iron clothes correctly, and many more.

“F- fuck… not again,” the raven haired male said furrowing his brows as he accidentally put too much force on breaking the egg that the shells wad put on the egg. He sighs as he takes another egg, breaking it not too hard, not too gentle, his eyes sparkle as he did it perfectly. 

“There,” he sighs as you look behind him, smiling and admiring your husband. He's so cute. Maybe you should give him something for always doing his best. 

The reason he quit being in the port mafia was because you like dazai and chuuya. He doesn't want to see you hurt and he especially doesn't want to see you being all worried and teary eyed to him. 

He hates messes, absolutely hates them and bugs too. He almost wrecked the whole house because he used his ability to kill a single cockroach who was flying and dodging his everymove. He was almost as his wits end at the single roach. 

While he has a lot of money due to being an exmafia he refuses to buy expensive ass vegetables and fruits that people overpriced in the mall. Every Time he's grocery shopping he's glaring at any overpriced vegetable, seasonings, etc. he lays his eyes upon. 

He doesn't like grocery shopping solely because he hates picking on which is far more good to have. This cabbage is nice but also this one too. Which should he choose? He always ends up thinking like that which makes him irritated. 

He furrow his brows looking at the two carrots, one in his right hand, seemingly with good color and quality, while the other is far more bigger and good quality. He glares at the carrots in his hands as the other people who feel his strong and intimidating aura.

Not to mention a man wearing all black with an apron and with his bitch face people start to back away in the vegetable aisle. 

Some people also misunderstand him there. How he was asking for the cornstarch flour but forgot what it was called asking the staff for the ‘white powder stuff' and the staff thinking it was cocaine. Thus the many reasons he hates grocery shopping. 

Just like Chuuya he is strict about your diet, he will go above and beyond for your bento's meals making sure everything is healthy there. He kind off has a grudge for electronic devices used for cleaning, like those small bots used for sweeping. 

When you bought that you swore he was about to start war on an inanimate object. He prefers cleaning in the old fashion way saying it's much cheaper and plus he cleans very good due to the neighbors teaching him about the many ways to clean your house. 

Speaking of cleaning because of the cleaning lessons the auntie's taught him in the neighborhood. He became a professional. Everytime you come home you swear your whole house was sparkling due to how clean it is. 

“Oh wow! you really outdone yourself dear,” you said in awe as you look at your spotless house making him huff in pride, “ of course, anyway go get a bath, dinners almost ready,” you nodded your head at his words as he forms a small smile at this. 

He hates it when you work overtime solely because he misses you and also hates it when you overwork yourself. 'If your work ends at 6:00 it ends at 6:00 okay? don't take overtime.' he says glaring at you, sending you off to work making you sweat drop at it. 

He spoils you with gifts while he was out shopping on his own. Passing by stalls and seeing things you might like and giving them to you directly without much of a word. He sucks at making things or being affectionate to you so he hopes these gifts will show how much he loves you. (Which is always expensive by the way, like diamond necklaces, Gucci bags, Prada things and many more.)

He sometimes calls you on work to see if you're okay and if you're doing alright, he can't help but worry for your safety and overall well-being. 

He once intimidated a coworker of yours because they were the sole reason you came home late for a whole week. He's awkward at it but he always tries his best to kiss you, hug you, and hold your hand. He still feels embarrassed for such things but he just needs time to get used to it. 

As for his motto, he truly doesn't know, he just wants to see you happy with him. Smiling only at him and being with him only. Does that count as a motto?

“You have everything you need right?” he asks standing near the door as you nodded your head, “of course,” he nodded, his eyes gazing away from you then back at you. 

You looked at him in confusion tilting your head to the side. As he took a step near you and closing the gap between you two. As his lips got in contact with your cheek. 

“Have a safe trip,” 

You smile at him, “thank you dear, I will,” 

“And don't take overtime got it?”

“Haha! I will not, see you,”

He huffs in pride, the color red coating his face. 

'I can't believe I kissed them like that,' thoughts of a man who has been married to you for years. 

[destinyisastar]

can i request dazai and tetchou (separately) reacting to their s/o (fem) putting a flower crown on their head saying "for my fave boii!!!"

i got this idea from....my head! ofcourse :3

please , no pressure, take ur time! :DDD

This is my first ever request! Thank you so much for requesting!!! I hope you enjoy!!! 💕 (I made a little scenario to go with it)

Characters: Osamu Dazai, Tetcho Suehiro

x Fem Reader

~❀~ A Crown for My Favorite Boy ~❀~

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OSAMU DAZAI-

 “Oh, my sweet, sweet belladonna we finally have time for ourselves!” He dramatically falls on the grass.

Dazai thought it would be a splendid idea to take you out on a date to the park…. while you both were working.

-FLASHBACK-

Dazai swivels his way to your desk placing reaching out to you, “Helloooooo my love!”

You don’t have to face him to see that he’s planning something mischievous.

“Hello to you too,” You peck his cheek and go back to typing on your laptop.

He pouts, “Pay attention to meeeeee!”

“Osamu, the day just started, won’t you at least do some paperwork?” You look at him for a moment.

He puts a finger to his chin in a thinking pose, “Hmmmm…... nope!”

You sigh.

Dazai suddenly jumps up from his seat, seemingly with an idea. “I just had the most magnificent idea!”

You look at him from your chair, “And what exactly is that idea?”

“We shall go…… on a DATE!” he says

You just stare at him.

“Osamu, we are in the beginning of the workday.”

“Even so my dear, my love for you goes knows no bounds!” he takes your hands. “Lets goooooo!” Pulling you out of your seat and racing to the door.

“Wait! Hold on samu!”

-END of FLASHBACK-

You smile softly at him, feeling the grass between your fingers. You take notice of the pink flowers near you.

You pick some of them.

“What are you doing, my sweet?”

You cover the flowers with your hand, “Nothing samu, just close your eyes for a moment.”

“Close my eyes? Ooooo I like where this is going.” He smirks at you.

You deadpan at him, “Not like that dummy, shut your eyes, okay.”

“Hmmmm, okay.” Dazai shuts his eyes.

You take a moment, “Okay, sit up but still keep your eyes close.”

Dazai hums as he sits up.

You place a pink and white flower crown on his head.

“There! You can open them now!”

Dazai opens his eyes feeling something on his head.

“A flower crown for my favorite boy!” You smile at him.

He looks up then down back to you.

“You’re the cutest girl in the world.” He leans down and places a kiss on your lips, with you returning the same gesture.

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TETCHO SUEHIRO-

Tetcho is sitting at the dining table with a bowl of rice with …. sugar... when you call out to him.

“Tetcho! Are you working this Saturday?”

He puts his chopsticks down, “No, I’m off that day, why?”

You walk towards him with your phone in hand, “Theres going to be a flower festival this Saturday, do you think we can go, please?!” You show him the website of the festival.

He grabs your phone, “It looks pleasant, yes we can go.”

“Yay! I’m so excited I’m going to go pick out an outfit right now.” You run back to your bedroom.

Tetcho smiles and goes back to eating.

-SATURDAY-

“Are you excited Tetcho?” you say to him while holding on to his arm.

He looks to you and smiles, “Yes, there’s a lot of different colored flowers, it all looks pretty.”

“I’m glad,” You look around at some of the stalls, “Oh look they have some snow cones! Let’s get some!”

You let go of his arm and walk to the stall looking at the menu.

“Hmmmm, I’m gonna get a strawberry one, which one do you want Tetcho?”

Tetcho looks at the menu, “I’ll get the same as you.”

“Can we have two strawberry cones one with shimichi please.” He says to the vendor.

“Shimichi?” questions the vendor.

“Yes, do you have any?”

“Well, yes but shimichi?” The vendor asks looking at you now.

You just nod.

“Coming right up then.”

The vendor gives you both the snow cones after two minutes. Both you and Tetcho walk towards a little hill away from the rest of the crowd.

“Its so pretty here!”

Tetcho nods as he finishes up his cone.

“Can you hold my cone for a moment please?”

Tetcho takes it, “What are you going to do?”

You smile at him, “You’ll see.” You stand up and began picking up yellow flowers. Once you gathered all you need you sit back down and get to work.

“Alright I’m all done!” You put your finished flower crown on Tetcho head. “For my favorite boy! A flower crown!!”

Tetcho gives you a soft look. “Your handiwork is incredible, my love.”

“Awww thank you honey!” he gives you a kiss on your cheek.

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Hope you enjoy! I had a little bit of trouble with Tetcho but it was fun :)

destinyisastar 2024

Word Count: 806

[kolyubov]

Rises the moon.

✧ pairing. Doa3 x gn!reader

✧ word count. 2k.

✧ contents. fluff, ooc doa3, relationships are not specified (this is not necessarily romantic, take it as you please <3), mostly self-indulgent. if I missed anything, please tell me.

✧ author's note. it's been so long since i posted anything,,, i hope this is good enoughwaaaaeuxjwunxsk

It was past midnight and the apartment was enveloped in silence. You couldn't hear anyone talking in the living room, meaning everyone was asleep.

To be able to enjoy a quiet rest in this place was rare. Midnights are the most bustling hours, when everyone gathers to discuss “important” business until early in the morning, before leaving for whatever they have to do.

Considering this, you could have had a nice sleep for once… if it wasn’t for the rain storming outside.

A sudden thunder crash caused you to abruptly wake up in the middle of your dream— Your heart thumping quickly against your chest and your breath coming out in heavy gasps. You felt disoriented for a few seconds until you eventually calmed down.

Usually, storms don’t scare you, in fact, they’re quite enjoyable along with a lecture or a movie, but not now when you're alone in your room and in the middle of the night, surrounded by the darkness and with your vision barely helping you to perceive your surroundings.

Among the dark, shadows shape into tall monsters lurking from the corner of your room, seemingly waiting for the right moment to lay their ghostly hands on you before disappearing after each lightning. The brief second of luminance makes you realize that those shadows are just that, no one was going to actually hurt you.

Yet, going back into the land of dreams was difficult under these circumstances.

You tried by closing your eyes, ignoring the “monsters” and the loud rumbling of the thunderstorm, and taking deep breaths to calm your unsteady heart but you just couldn't fall asleep. The unsafe sensation wouldn't go away, perhaps until the sun rises again.

However, you had some kind of idea that could help you sleep.

You sat on your bed for a while, contemplating the storm through the window that doesn't seem to end anytime soon and trying to gain the courage to leave your room.

Maybe this idea wasn't the best one you could have, but it was the first thing that came to your sleepy brain, and it's not like you were in the mood to think of any consequences due to what you were going to do.

With a light groan, you leave the comfort of your bed and grab your fluffy pillow in between your arms. The wooden floor cracks under your feet as you make your way to the door of your room then carefully opening it, peeking through the small gap, making sure no dangers are around before stepping outside.

Luckily, the hallway was slightly illuminated with one lamp that hung from the ceiling— The old wooden floor cracks under your deliberated steps as you make your way to his room. Once you stand in front of it, and just as you place a hand on the knob, another sudden thunder makes you jerk in surprise.

Was that a sign from God to not do this?

Without properly rethinking —also too tired to think of any potential risks— you twist the knob, and immediately your eyes land on his sleeping peaceful form; almost completely wrapped with a blanket but letting you see his face. His lips barely parted and his eyelashes rested over his cheeks.

It's not every day when you see Fyodor sleeping on a comfy mattress…

Until now, you had always seen him working day and night underground, sitting in front of his bright purple monitor screen and typing away weird codes or messages that seemed impossible for you to deceive. And if he was not working underground, instead, he was taking a stroll through the city or drinking tea in some restaurant that picked his curiosity.

But sleeping didn't seem to be like a normal activity for him to do.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, hm?”

Fyodor's groggy voice makes you snap out of your thoughts. Now he’s looking at you with a gentle smile as you stand on his doorframe, gripping your pillow awkwardly as you wait for some type of permission— And almost as if he’s reading your mind, he motions for you to come closer with his hand.

The mattress sinks under your weight as you get into the bed and place your pillow just beside his. Wasting no time, Fyodor wraps his blanket around your frame. And it takes some time for you to realize that he's gladly sharing his personal space, which adds to another unusual thing he's doing tonight.

“I couldn't sleep.” You mutter, as he pulls you closer.

“Why's that, dearest?”

“The storm…”

A small chuckle escaped his lips, finding adorable the fact that you needed company just because of a mere storm. Though, he knew the answer even before you said it.

One of his hands —usually cold— is now warming up your cheek, cupping it and rubbing small circles with his thumb as if to soothe you, to tell that he’s there for you without any words needed, simply light touches and whispers shared in between the two.

And for a small second you return the gesture, gently tracing the dark circles underneath his eyes as you scan his features; his thin eyebrows, his purple eyes, and his nose before finally stopping at his lips— His lower lip a little bitten and red.

Unconsciously, your own lips twitch upwards as your mind clouds with the idea of kissing every inch of his pale skin, having him softly laughing underneath you.

To hide your smile, you rest your head against his chest, pressing your ear to where his heart is. The soft thud makes a gentle symphony, a calming sound, that allows any tension left in your body to slip away. Fyodor’s presence fills your senses, making you forget about the rain violently storming outside. Something pulls you closer as your arms wrap around him.

Fyodor doesn’t complain of the proximity, instead, his slender fingers play with your hair, twirling it around his digits or untying knots that were made while you were sleeping before the thunder strike woke you up.

It’s not a surprise that your eyelids eventually start feeling heavy, with all the sweet caresses and the warmth provided, your body is ready to resume your sleep, enveloped in the most comfortable shelter you could ever ask for—

“Oh…”

One of Fyodor's hands cups the back of your head tenderly, pulling you flush against him as if to avoid someone from snatching his most precious thing.

“…What’s wrong, Fedya?” You want to pull away, but a high-pitched giggle comes from behind you, accompanied by the sound of rustling the sheets.

Seems like we have company.

“What are you two doing sleeping without me? That's mean… Leaving a friend out is not nice, dovey.” Nikolai grumbles as he climbs to the bed, lying on his side and hugging you from behind, “Why not come to me when the storm startles your peaceful sleep, hm?

The jester seems not afraid in the slightest to have physical contact with Fyodor, or anyone really…

You can feel his hand removing Fyodor's from your head before he nuzzles against the crook of your neck; the tip of his nose brushes up and down your skin purposely to tickle you. Oh, how much Nikolai loved hearing your giggles as you squirmed around his bear hug, it made his heart almost beat out of his chest.

“I do not recall asking you to show up in my room, Nikolai.” By the tone of his voice, Fyodor doesn't seem pleased with the additional company taking space on his bed and ruining your peaceful encounter.

Nikolai’s hands trail up your ribs, and without any warning, he begins tickling you— not stopping even as you try to pry them away among laughs.

“Dove, you’re not gonna make me leave, are you?” He whispers against your ear, voice whiny and you are almost completely sure that he's pouting right now, hoping you at least feel pity for leaving him out, “Tell Dos that you want me to stay…”

But just by eyeing Fyodor, the answer is more than clear on his face. Refuting his words to let Nikolai sleep with the two of you is most likely ending with you and the jester being kicked out.

“C'mon, C'mon! You're scared of the storm, aren't you, birdie?” Nikolai pecks your cheek and pets your hair dramatically. “Poor baby! Shouldn't we help this frail dove together, Dos?”

“There's no need for that.” Fyodor's patience is going thin.

Nikolai clicks his tongue in annoyance, sitting up on the bed with his arms crossed like a child and glaring at Fyodor for a while, trying to convince him just by holding eye contact until he gives up, knowing there’s no room for negotiating.

“Fine, I'll leave… Gosh, you're such a killjoy.”

As he slips out the bed, muttering curses under his breath, Fyodor sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. It's not the first —and definitely not the last— time he has to put up with Nikolai’s behavior.

God blessed him this time, it seems. He didn't need to make too much of a fuss to make Nikolai leave.

When the door opens and the jester intruder is ready to leave in order to resume the calming moment that Fyodor was truly appreciating, instead of leaving, Nikolai throws his arms up in the air excitedly.

“Dear Sigma! What a great surprise!”

The casino manager stands in the doorframe, rubbing one of his eyes. It appears like his sleep was interrupted as well.

“Uhm… Could you guys keep it down, please? I woke up because you're so noisy and I'm trying to—”

Sigma didn't have time to finish speaking before he was dragged by Nikolai, tugging on his sleeve and pulling him to the bed. Fyodor’s bed. Then pushing him down to the mattress as if he was nothing but another plushie added to the collection.

“Gogol! I didn’t come here to have a sleepover!” Sigma complains, rolling his eyes before meeting your gaze, and giving you an awkward smile.

Then meeting Fyodor's.

Something didn’t seem to add up.

“Am I… missing something?”

“This little dove needs our help, my dear friend! You see, the storm ruffled their lovely feathers so they needed to shelter in our embrace.”

Sigma raises an eyebrow at the jester’s words, and even if he's stuck in this —unwanted— situation it's not difficult to understand the message. He sighs, lying back on the bed and holding your hand, “It’s going to be okay, angel.”

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before bringing it to his lips and placing a soft peck on the back of it. He cares about you more than he hates having to deal with Nikolai.

The four of you managed to fit in Fyodor's bed with little space in between. Nikolai's head is now resting on your chest, him in between your legs, his arms around your waist. On the other hand, Fyodor and Sigma were lying on each side of you, either playing with your hair or stroking your hand. Any soft touch brings you closer to dozing off.

Fyodor mutters a small apology because of his "friends" behavior. His fingers graze your palm before he locks his fingers with yours as well. Silence slowly begins flooding the room; you feel perfectly safe with them around, so you close your eyes, letting your body relax.

“Oh! I have the greatest idea, how about we have a sleepover and do our nails and—”

“Nikolai.” The three of you called his name almost as if grounding a child; making the jester frown and pout.

You couldn't suppress your giggles, thinking that this might be the first —and the last— time you'll have the three men from the same dangerous organization sleeping together in the same bed only because they care about you, in their own way.

The storm slowly fades away, forgotten in the warmth of their embrace.

When waking up the next morning, you'll have to face the pain in your limbs from being entangled around them… And wondering how you and Fyodor ended up in between Sigma and Nikolai's hug.

© 2024 pinklacydovey — Do not copy, repost, or recommend my works on other platforms. reblogs are welcomed and appreciated!

[sleepingdeath-light]

how he confesses to his s/o hcs ; fyodor dostoevsky

requested by ; anonymous (event)

fandom(s) ; bungou stray dogs

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; fyodor dostoevsky

outline ; “hi hi for your 4.4k event can i request how undertaker, choso and fyodor would confess to reader ^^ congrats on the milestone btw!! (*^ω^*)”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

first thing’s first but it is going to take fyodor quite a while to come to terms with the fact that he has feelings for you — that’s not to say he’s oblivious to his own emotions or wilfully ignorant of how his mind and body react to your presence, just that he’s not going to act impulsively on what may be just a fleeting infatuation and, instead, will give himself plenty of time to consider his feelings and, if he comes to the conclusion that he wants to act on them, to plan how he intends to woo you

… or, rather, how he intends to get you to confess to him because it’s fyodor and there’s a snowball’s chance in hell of him ever letting himself be vulnerable in front of anyone

even the person he plans to marry one day

and unless you know fyodor incredibly well and are incredibly good at reading the most minute changes in his facial expressions and body language (unlikely unless you’re actually dazai or at the very least extremely similar to him), it’s damn near impossible for you to tell that his feelings for you go beyond an appreciation for your work ethic and contribution to the d.o.a, meaning he has plenty of time to go through with his planning and such without anyone suspecting a thing

(outside of maybe a bit of teasing from nikolai, but after spending more than a few consecutive minutes around him it’s easy to tune out the utter nonsense he says as white noise — or, for you, to dismiss it as his usual weird teasing)

now, moving onto the whole confession thing itself because, in typical dostoevsky fashion, he ends up settling on a whole convoluted plan to get what (who) he wants

the first phase of his plan involves a lot of research (stalking, really) so that he can learn everything there is to know about you (likes/dislikes, allergies, relationships, routine, medical history, hobbies, exes, etc.) — both so that he’s able to present a version of himself to you that you’re sure to find impressive and attractive, and to reaffirm to himself that his feelings for you are real and unshakeable and not based on some false version of you he created in his head, for example

then he starts to shift around your schedule so that you’re spending more time in his company, incrementally increasing his one-on-one interactions with you until you’re so comfortable around him that you’re confident enough to question him on his methods and engage in actual conversations with him — setting the stage very effectively for the two of you to be able to have a relationship as equal partners in the future (he wants to take you as a lover, a spouse, not as another unquestioning devotee like ivan)

after that it takes a few months for the two of you to go from colleagues to somewhat friendly to actual friends, and even longer for him to start noticing signs that point to you developing actual romantic feelings for him (which, naturally, occurs before you realise you have a crush on him yourself), but fyodor is a remarkably patient man who has nothing but time on his hands so he doesn’t mind the wait

but being patient doesn’t mean that he’s above teasing you here and there both because fyodor is kind of an asshole who likes to see you flustered, and because he is, after all, trying to get you to confess your feelings to him so that he doesn’t have to do the whole ‘being vulnerable’ thing — so, yeah, expect to spend however long being teased by your boss until you finally crack and say those sweet little words that you’ve been swallowing back for weeks

and once you finally, finally, confess he will be quick to reciprocate with a brief but shockingly heartfelt ‘and i, you’ before pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles and asking you out on a date that he knows for certain you’ll love (because of all the stalking research he did)

(the more traditionally romantic declarations of love can wait until after your first date)

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

General Headcanons with DOA Boys

Headcanon: General headcanons of stuff I think they will do Pairing: Fyodor x reader, Nikolai x reader and Sigma x reader Genre: Fluff, lowkey crack A/N: Thank you dc person for that one fyodor headcanon. →Masterlist

Nikolai

He probably likes to eat mud for fun and force everyone to eat it

You both secretly sneekout of the hideout and visit beaches at night, having deep conversation which would end up with him filling your shorts with sand

he likes to place insects and rats in your closet stating it is a harmless prank. Not even Sigma is excused from his pranks

Nikolai irrespective of being a prankster would gift you with ice-creams and bakery goods [to lactose intolerant ppl, he gives u popsicles]

that was until he decided to prank you once day and put hair in your food

Never fell into his 'get in hole' game. You got stuck in it for 40 days without food and water. No kidding.

The mysterious hole is filled with nothing but junk.😭😭 very questionable junk

You both love to prank others though.

"Let's plant the bomb under Sigma's bathtub" "Extra points make it filled with pink glitter"

Sigma was covered in pink glitter for thirteen days.

But! Personally Nikolai would be one of the best cuddlers in the manga/anime

The first time he wore normal clothes instead of his usual multi layered buisness clothing, you were in tears. How could someone pull such simple clothes so fashionably?

You like to braid his hair. Even if you suck at it, he would wear your braiding loud and proud.

"Ahh quiztime! Who braided my hair?" "Sir this is-" "Wrong answer," boom "it's my love YN who braided it, you are no fun"

And that's how the city's McDonald's got blowed up.

overall he is a good insane boyfriend, so 10/10 cause I love him 😋

Fyodor

This man

I swear he is fine asf but would probably learn all the instruments you like so he can play it to you when you are kidnapped by Dazai most prob.

he is a Lil more insane then Nikolai so he would probably boom North Korea cause he was bored. [NK people i am jk-]

"what did you have for breakfast" "I don't know" "wrong answer" And the next moment you know, South of Yokohama got blowed up

He is the most broken richest man you ever met.

he can't buy clothes for himself or even upgrade the doa office but will gift you a wholeass country as a Birthday return gift.

you force him to wear dresses and paint his nails, 😭 but my man is so down bad that he is sub in this relationship.

"Sir we have bombed the tunne-" "Good verywell" "🧍🕯️" 😭 nah cause they are hella scared when he wears makeup.

He would probably take you to fireworks only for you to realise he is bombing the area again.

"fyodor, we talked about this" "No" and he proceeds to boom everything

he isn't much of a hugger and probably tries to runaway when you try to even touch him, but mf would suffocate you in his sleep with his hug

He probably had tried giving those evil laughs, but the moment he did that, he choked on air.

Me and a person on my server were having a convo and they said "He probably bites his nails to much and they are really short"

he owns a pet rat but denys it

honestly, he is a 10 but he is a terrorist who likes to bomb everything up. But he is your boyfriend and he is hot.

Sigma

-Are you the man of the relationship or he is?

he is more of a 'please don't kill anyone sweetheart' rather then supporting your actions and being a 'lets commit arson dear YN'

Mf is rich asf. He would deny it ofcourse and then proceed to shower you with silk clothes, Gucci , prada comfy…..such a sugar daddy

😭😭hear me out, he is a ball full of sunshine and anxiety but he wouldnt hesitate to kill anyone who does wrong to you or his casino.

-"Sigma am I your first priority?" "Yes-?" "Is the casino your first priority?" "Yes-?" "Me or the casino?" "Yes"

He probably cries everytime you ignore him.

HE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.

once Nikolai kidnapped you for fun and man did Nikolai end up being half bald.

Sigma wants you to stay away from fyodor, because the last thing he knows is that he want to give fyodor a bombing partner.

Atp he doesnt want you to interact any of the DOA members, because little did he know, you will grow more insane with them.

I like to imagine you knowing Dazai and mentioning it to Sigma on occasions, and oh boy Sigma wanted to kill the man when he first met not because you talked a lot about him, but he would probably be the reason why you pull questionable strunt

10/10 Mama Sigma

He also doesnt allow you to run away freely in his casino, for all he knows is that you will cheat and win all the games.

He is so restrictive

You both probably or possibly may have this convo:

"BUT FYODOR GIFTED HIS S/O A WHOLE ASS COUNTRY, WHY CANT I GET THAT PLUSHIE??" "You cant cheat everytime to get the plushies" "BUT-" "Fyodor is a terrorist, we are not like them" "LEAST HE GIFTED HIS S/O-"

Your arguments probably never make sense to others, but its for you and Sigma to know.

Also he gave up on scolding you every time you try to eat casino coins.

He is such a 'I am trying to keep my S/O mentally sane' boyfriend, even if he needs to go to therapy. 8/10 bf material

Guys get a Sigma. Sigmas never disappoint.

A/N: Btw the discord server if you wanna join is here.

[osamufication]

enigma

pairing: dazai x reader

warnings: none, just soft fluff♡

wc: 520

a/n: i wrote this when i was sad lol

Dazai is, to most, an enigma. 

His true feelings and motivations stay locked in a safe, so much so that even he forgets who he really is at times. Those who tried breaking open the safe were laughably unsuccessful. There have been those he tricked into thinking they really knew him, only to be left alone in the dark. 

But you didn’t try, you didn’t judge, you trusted him. An unwavering trust Dazai had only ever felt from one other person in his life. It took time, and patience, but eventually Dazai simply handed you the key. He allowed you to finally look inside that infinitely brilliant and broken mind of his. 

You place your mug of tea on the ring-stained coffee table before taking a seat amongst the cushions on the couch. You pull out your phone, deciding to indulge in a while of mindless scrolling. You rhythmically swipe and and sip your tea, late afternoon sunbeams lighting up the room. 

A while passes, the sun almost entirely disappearing over the horizon, when the front door clicks open. You smile softly as Dazai wanders in, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his coat. He greets you with a tired grin, “I’ve missed you today darling.”

You scoot up to give him room to sit beside you, “Looks like you had a rough day, wanna talk about it?” 

He shakes his head, “Not particularly, no.” He glances down at you, a playful glint in his eyes, “But I know what I do want.”

Before you can ask, Dazai unceremoniously flops down on top of you, making you screech. You want to scold him for scaring you, but his gleeful laughter stops you. He buries his face against your neck, leaving a soft kiss against your skin. You weave your fingers through his hair and tug softly, fingertips softly rubbing into his scalp. He lets out a long, slow breath, his body fully relaxing against yours. 

“You’re far too good for me.” He mumbles.

“Don’t talk like that, Osamu.” you flick his ear softly.

He gasps loudly, “I never thought my dear beloved would resort to physical abuse! I take it back, you're terrible.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes, “Says the one who pinned me down and tickled me for five minutes until I nearly peed myself.”

Dazai starts laughing again, almost obnoxiously loud. In fact, you’re almost sure if anyone else heard him they would think he is obnoxious. But to you, his laughter, his smile, his jokes, and even his dramatics are worth the world. You’ll never understand why he chose you, why he handed you the precious key, but you’ll always be grateful that he did.

“Hey Osamu?”

To most, Osamu Dazai is an enigma. The man is notoriously hard to read, one can never know what he’s thinking.

“What is it darling?”

Even so, one look into his tired brown eyes and you know; you can hear his thoughts loud and clear.

“I love you.”

But you can’t deny, it feels indescribably wonderful when you get to hear him say it.

“I love you more.”

[nejiverse]

I know that this could be kinda imposible, being in the bsd universe, but imagine s/o has parents, can i request hunting dogs meeting their inlaws?

MEETING THE INLAWS

Jouno, Tachihara, Tecchou

I thoroughly enjoyed writing this lol. Fem! Reader

cw: just the boys embarrassing you (both intentionally and unintentionally)

775 words

When you told Jouno your parents would like to meet him, he had no objections at all

You had to make him pinky promise that he wouldn’t do anything to embarrass you because he had a really bad habit of doing that, he enjoys seeing you all flustered and embarrassed

He greets your parents normally with a handshake and a warm smile which makes you hopeful that everything would go smoothly

Spoiler it doesn’t

He’s comfortably sitting on the couch next to your mother as he rambles on about every single embarrassing thing you’ve done

Your mother on the other hand is doing the same thing except only telling stories of when you were younger

It’s as if both of them had a vendetta against your or something

“Mom please stop..”, you drawled out the last word of your sentence as you attempted to drag Jouno off the couch and out the door.

You two had stayed long enough and you were tired.

“Actually that reminds me of another time Y/n wasn’t looking where she was going”, Jouno remarked.

You knew what he was gonna say cause he always brought it up 25/8

You glared at him. “Don’t you dare!”.

“It was on a cold Winter’s day that—”, you placed your hands over his mouth, telling him to shush.

Your mother only laughed.

She didn’t need to know that when you two were walking idly one day that you were on your phone and weren’t looking in front of you which ended up with you bumping your head against a sign pole and a big bump on your forehead which Jouno laughed hysterically at every morning he saw it.

He did try to warn you but you were too immersed in your phone.

Your mother didn’t need to know that though.

Tachihara is seen as a quite confident person but upon mentioning your parents wanting to meet him, he’s a nervous wreck at first but eventually he’ll calm down

He just wants to live up to the expectations your parents had for him cause if they didn’t approve of him, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself

His words are endearing

He promises them that he’ll take good care of you and that he’ll never make you cry

He’s very tense until you place a reassuring hand on his

“I would do absolutely anything for your daughter!”

If for some reason your parents didn’t approve of him best believe he’d get on his hands and knees and literally plead

“You’ll be fine, they don’t bite”, you patted Tachihara on the shoulder.

“I dunno. I’d say they would if worse comes to worst”, he began wringing his hands.

When you noticed this, you took on of his hands in between your own and placed a kiss on his knuckles, resulting in a light shade of pink coating the apples of his cheek.

“You haven’t even met them yet, how would you know?? Just calm down alright?”.

As expected, your actions and words were able to calm him down.

Tachihara was polite throughout and had his way with words. So much so that your parents immediately took a liking to him.

“See? All your worrying was for nothing!”.

He was smiling like an idiot all the way home.

Tecchou is very formal about it

Like boy’s on his knees and everything

He ends up saying a lot of things that embarrass you but he doesn’t do it intentionally, he trying alright!

He firmly believes that all his respect should go to your parents since they were the ones who created you (his words not mine)

Tecchou immediately sat on his two knees and bowed his head.

Your parents blinked at you but you only avoided their confused gazes and put a hand over your face. You knew you should’ve warned him before leaving home..

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. L/n”.

Your parents were reluctant to as but “For..what?”.

Techhou raised his head and placed a hand on his chest. “For creating such an amazing woman like Y/n. I’m forever grateful”.

That was your queue to butt-in cause if you didn’t, who knows what words would come out of his mouth next.

“Woah would you look at the time! We have to go”, you chuckled haphazardly, pulling Tecchou behind you.

“Go where Y/n? It’s eight pm—”.

“Shh!”.

Despite the fact Tecchou was a bit over the top sometimes, you still found it a bit endearing.

Masterlist :)

[chuulyssa]

Hi Can u do prompt number 1 for sigma:3?

Hope u have a great day/night and thanq for existing(seriously I love ur writing too much it's just so hcufdir7tcurdohx5esigviydiuvugg)

↷ A/N ─ aww ilyt nonnie <3

★ PROMPT ─ 1

!! FT. ─ sigma

─ wearing his clothes

Sigma sat on his chair in the casino, his eyes glossing over CCTV cameras from around the area. Suddenly, he spotted you, and you seemed to be coming straight into his office.

You wore a long white coat and black pants. Your hair was parted in the middle. Sigma flushed lightly. It seemed that you had stolen from his wardrobe again.

You entered his office, scanning over the clothes he was wearing and letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Just how many of those coats do you have?"

"Forget that," he mumbled, cheeks still warm. "Why are you wearing my stuff again?"

"I've told you already. It smells like you."

"Is this how couples show love?" he leaned back in his chair. "You sniff me in your free time?"

"That's not what I meant," you huffed, walking to the back of his chair and engulfing him in a tight hug, to which Sigma let out a surprised gasp.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, please don't choke me."

"It's called cuddling!"

"Right, sorry."

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© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[osachiyo]

"i'm so sick and tired of you always downplaying everything!"

"i fucking hate you right now, dazai"

the sentences ran through dazai's mind repeatedly, a painfully numb feeling he hasn't felt in a while blossomed in his chest. he almost didn't notice the deafening sound of glass shattering ringing through his apartment, shards of glass breaking through the bandaged skin of his hand.

he couldn't bring himself to care about the blood dripping on the carpet from between his digits — he felt so empty, so damn guilty ever since you slammed the front door shut without saying a word to him. were you really going to leave him?

the thought alone made dazai clench his hands into fists, nails digging into his palms, resulting in more blood spilling out of the gashes in his right hand, knuckles turning white from the pressure.

a pang of.. something he couldn't distinguish hit his chest once he remembered your tear stricken face — eyes red from frustration and hurt.

you were for sure leaving him.

youwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghimyouwereleavinghim —

his eyes widened when he heard the front door click open — "hey.. i'm ba —!"

you gasped once you saw dazai standing in middle of your living room, blood and broken glass staining the once pristine carpet. "osamu what the fu—" you were enveloped in a warm embrace before you could even finish your sentence — "please, fuck — don't leave."

your boyfriend's voice was uncharacteristically shaky, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if it was his oxygen.

"babe i.. i just went to get some ice-cream to cool us both off," you lifted the bag of ice-cream in your hands, showing it to dazai. he blinked once, twice, before his shoulders slumped in relief — "oh thank god."

"thought you were leaving for real," he breathed, kissing your cheek gently.

"listen, dazai. i would never leave you like that — i love you, for god's sake!" you reassured him, wrapping your arms around his neck after setting the bag aside. "..even though you were being an ass.."

"i'm so sorry, baby — shit, i promise i'll do better," dazai pleaded, smoothing out the slight furrow between your brows, "say what — i'll take the day off tomorrow so we can go on a date, 'kay? wherever you want."

"hmmm.. i'll think about forgiving you. but first, let's get you patched up. how'd you even get yourself hurt like this?!"

that's how it always was with dazai — one moment he'd have you fuming and crying tears of frustration, but then he'd have you peppering his face in kisses as you two exchanged sweet words. you knew your relationship wasn't the healthiest — but you wouldn't change it for the world.

note. i'm so bad at writing angst, sorry if this sucked 😭

[fishii-writes]

gift giving - chuuya nakahara

flufftober week 1 | flufftober masterlist

paring: chuuya x gn!reader

cw: not proofread, intended lowercase, chuuya isn't at home, just fluff, chuuya gives reader lots of gifts, pet names ("love", "my darling"), kisses, hugs

a/n: first flufftober fic!! :3 feel free to leave suggestions for upcoming fics, or ask to be in the taglist! i love reading comments so go crazy :3 enjoy!! <3

word count: 716

a soft light peaks through the curtains of your shared bedroom with the man of your dreams. in a sense, he really is “of your dreams”, since he’s rarely at home. but nevertheless, it feels like he’s always with you.

there’s no point in moping his absence, you know why he’s not around and that’s okay. the best you can do is continue your day until he calls you, or comes home.

with that, you groggily sit up in your bed, stretching your arms above your head as you yawn. a good sleep, could’ve been better if it was in his arms. but nevertheless, your day must and will go on. usually, if he gets time, he texts or calls you around the afternoon, somewhere near lunch. it’s still around nine o’clock in the morning, so you make up your mind and finally get out of bed. one step closer to battling whatever today brings.

your day goes as usual, slow at times but it picks up the pace to meet the afternoon with a smile. it does, the clock striking around three o’clock. no text. it’s okay, maybe he’s busy. you walk around your shared apartment with him, hands tracing the ever empty feeling walls that box in your hallway. you grab a glass of water, fix your bedsheets, water the plants inside your home and even stare at the ceiling fan. why hasn’t he texted? you could always text first but... but?

ah, that’s right.

well, there’s no point in ruining your mood over something that might be a small misunderstanding, so you decide to pass time by taking a walk. you take a small side bag, the house keys and your phone, then open the front door. you’re about to turn to take your shoes from the shoe rack on the side of the entrance when the door stops in place. you nudge it, trying to force it to move further. to no avail. you sigh, managing to squeeze yourself out the gap the door was able to open. there, you see what had budged the door in place.

boxes. small boxes and a bouquet of flowers. your favourite, at that. hesitantly, you kneel down, picking out a small card from the dozen of flowers beautifully arranged in that bouquet. it reads;

“i’m sorry for not being around. but i got a break, if that’s something you’d wanna spend with me?”

you look up. there he’s standing. he, of course, as in chuuya nakahara. maybe it fazed you so much that you couldn’t think straight or react properly, since you just stayed kneeling in front of the boxes, confused. but the moment a soft chuckle escapes his lips, you stand back up as quickly as you could and jump over the boxes. you wrap your arms around him as you both fall to the floor, laughing.

“so, whaddya say, love?” he asks, helping you stand up and giving you a proper hug. your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, even though it’s only been about two minutes.

“yeah, i wanna spend your break with you. if you’ll take me, that is.” you press a soft kiss to his cheek, as he wraps one arm around your waist. you gesture to the boxes on the floor, confused.

“what’s all this, though?” he just smiles in response.

“gifts for my darling.” he ruffles your hair, kissing your cheek as you did his.

“if you were coming home, you didn’t need to bring so much…”

“its my way to show you that i was meant to send these out over a period of time but i sent them to the post office, not our house so they never arrived on time. but here they are now, plus the flowers.” he laughs, and you join in, in a way that light-heartedly mocks his clumsiness. you love him for that, though, so its okay.

“yeah? my best gift is that you came home. now lets go inside, you must be tired.” chuuya tightens his grip on your waist slightly, wrapping his other arm under your knees as he lifts you up, carrying you through the front door and into the lounge room. you can’t help but laugh, it’s all too charming of him to always play the prince.

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© fishii-writes 2024

[iovetecchou]

Pairings... Tachihara Michizou x Reader

Contains... fluff... banter, playful bickering, kisses, slight angst, with comfort! smut, friends to lovers, sharing a bed, soft sex, consent!

AFAB Reader.

2,905 words.

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" Tachihara scoffed. You and your coworker, Tachihara were hauled up on this bullshit mission. It had already been two days since you both got sent out. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong did.

"We'll take it. Yeah, yeah... you have a nice night too." You took a quick glance at the passenger side of the car where Tachihara resided. "Well, should I keep driving to this hotel, or is it a bust?" You questioned. Averting your gaze back onto the road ahead. He let out a short sigh before he spoke up.

"Oh, we got it alright. There's just one small fuck-up. The room only has one bed. There's no way in hell I'm sleeping on the floor again." Tachihara averted his gaze. Glancing out the window as he muttered under his breath. Your face flushed slightly at his clarification. You... and Tachihara were going to share a bed tonight?

You see, this wouldn't be a problem in the slightest if you were just regular comrades. But... you weren't. You've been by Tachihara's side ever since you were kids. He always stuck up for you and kept you safe. Then when he got established into the Hunting Dogs, you followed in tow. You felt the need to protect him and keep him safe too. That's why you followed him blindly through anything and everything. 

He was your whole world. You both had no one else you could fully trust in this fucked up world besides each other. It was an unspoken thing. But... Tachihara knew how much he meant to you, and you knew how important you were to him as well. There was just one last, teeny tiny detail... 

You were undoubtedly, and irrevocably in love with him. 

As you pulled up to the hotel parking your crappy rental in the furthest corner of the lot, your nerves grew tenfold. You hid your feelings for Tachihara for all these years. You knew it was going to be extremely difficult to play it cool while lying beside him tonight. "Y/n, c'mon... I'm exhausted! Grab your things, chop chop!"

He teased, offering you a sly smile before he made his way to the front entrance of the shifty hotel. You took in a shaky breath before making your descent toward your inevitable impending doom.

You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you made your way through the crummy hotel room. "I call first dibs on the shower, y/n," Tachihara exclaimed. Ruffling your hair playfully before making his way over to the bed. He placed his small duffle atop the stiff mattress. Grabbing a change of clothing. You watched him intently before you unfortunately remembered-.

"Shit! Michi, I lost my duffle at that place we camped at last night. When our cover got blown." He scoffed, meeting your gaze before he stated,

"Are you shitting me? Y/n, this is my last clean shirt!" He waved the cotton tee in your direction to emphasize his point further.

"Well, excuse me for forgetting to grab my things mid-ambush! Would you have rather I gotten shot, hm?" You quipped out. Stomping in his direction. Now standing face to face with a semi-irritated Tachihara.

"Of course not… you idiot! Here, you take the shirt. But you're shit out of luck when it comes to underwear. There's no way in hell I'm giving you my last pair of clean boxers too! Then I'd be prancing around the joint naked… do you want that?"

Your chest blossomed with warmth at his words. Of course, you wanted to see that, but it's not like you'd admit to it! Tachihara examined your face as it grew a deeper shade of red as the seconds passed. He cleared his throat before he tossed his clean cotton shirt over your head. Making quick strides toward the restroom.

"I'll be quick, just don't snoop through all of my things while I'm gone, y/n, or I'll seriously be pissed!" He blurted out before he slammed the door behind him. You scoffed, pulling his shirt off of your head. Regaining your sense of sight. "What a jerk! Like I actually care to go through his things…" You thought out loud. Staring down at the article of clothing for a brief moment before letting out a deep sigh.

Tachihara, on the other hand, was a complete wreck on the other side of the bathroom door. His cheeks were flushed as his heart continued to pound against his chest. You got so shy the moment he mentioned being naked before you. He was only joking, but you looked so… flustered? Just what kind of reaction was that? This couldn't mean that you might actually… have feelings for him as well, right?

Tachihara had been crushing on you ever since you were kids. You were the first person to trust him completely. You cared about him and always made sure he was okay. After spending every waking moment with him since you were young, you knew Tachihara like the back of your hand… and that filled his chest with warmth beyond belief. You both had such a devotion to one another. It was unlike anything he's ever experienced in his whole life.

He wanted to be by your side and protect you always. But he was unsure how deep your love for him ran, and he'd rather die than admit his feelings to you. Only to find out it's one-sided.

"Alright, the bathroom is all yours now if you wanna-"

Tachihara's mind froze the second he saw you. You were sitting atop the bed, flipping through the channels on tv. That would have been fine and dandy any other time, but the only difference now was that you were wearing his shirt. Only... his shirt. Your bare legs are on full display for him. Causing warmth to bloom in his chest and tummy.

"It's alright, Michi. Too tired to shower, I'll take one in the morning." You said between a yawn. Climbing beneath the covers only moments later. Tachihara caught a quick glimpse of your panties as you lifted your legs to bury them under the covers. He averted his gaze so fast. The last thing he needed was a raging boner right before he got in bed with you. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable in any way.

He switched the light off before he made his way to the bed. "Scoot over, wouldya? You're hogging up the whole bed, y/n!" He chuckled, lifting the covers before lying flat on his back beside you. You both sat in comfortable silence for a few moments longer before Tachihara glanced over at you. You were shivering, rubbing your legs together for warmth from beneath the covers.

"Oi, y/n, c'mere. You're shaking." He reached out to you. Turning on his side and pulling you into his chest so you were now face to face. Your breath hitched as you felt his chest press up against yours. His strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You continued to shake in his embrace. "M' fine... it's nothing... you don't have to do all this if you don't want to..."

You muttered. Looking anywhere but up at Tachihara's face. The amber-haired man was slightly taken aback by your words. You were acting... strange. "Y/n what's up? You're not acting like your usual self." He whispered, bringing one of his hands up to your chin. Tilting your face up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Y/n what do you mean by 'i don't have to do this if I don't want to'? You can be so hard to read at times. I'll always look after you. You know this."

He moved his hand that cupped your chin up to your cheek. Caressing it gently as he waited for your response. "It's just... I don't want you to feel like you have to do these things for me... just because we're always with each other. You don't have to force it, really..." You said in a hushed tone. You sounded so defeated. It pulled at Tachihara's heartstrings.

"Y/n... you aren't forcing me to do anything. I love you. You know this. it's you and me against the world, remember?" He was firm in his declaration. Voice not wavering even for a second. Your heart was set ablaze the moment those three words slipped past his lips.

I love you.

You bit your lip in frustration. Drowning in the thick silence for a few moments more before you spoke up.

"But I think we love each other in different ways..." 

Tachihara halted his movements against your cheek. Letting what you just admitted sink in for a few moments more. "Y/n... what do you mean by that?" He held his breath awaiting your response. Trying his hardest to make out your expression beneath the stale, dark room.

You were tired of hiding. Exhausted from pretending you weren't completely in love with your best friend, Tachihara.

You took in one last shaky breath. Finally meeting his gaze amid the poorly lit room before you took that leap of faith.

"Michizou... I'm in love with you. Always have been."

Your words rang through Tachihara's ears. It felt as though time just stopped completely for him. Was he already dreaming? Or did you really just confess that you were in love with him? 

"Listen, I understand if you don't feel the same. But, I just thought you should know-."

Tachihara didn't give you another moment to finish your sentence. In an instant, his lips were against yours. He caressed your cheek gently as he poured all his love for you into your shared embrace. Your eyes were blown wide from the sudden affection. Was Tachihara... really kissing you right now? You had to pinch yourself from beneath the covers to make sure this was in fact real life. He pulled back for a moment, panting against your lips before he spoke up.

"Y/n... I've been in love with you ever since you came into my life, all those years back. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. I didn't want to lose you if you ended up not feeling the same way." 

Your body moved on its own. Tangling your arms around his neck before you pulled him in impossibly closer. You smashed your lips against his once more. Experimentally swiping your tongue across Tachihara's bottom lip. He took the hint almost instantly. Parting his lips further for you. You took his gesture as a sign for you to continue.

You unhooked your arms from around his neck, never once breaking the kiss. Your hands found their way to his midsection, tugging at his boxers gently. Tachihara pulled back from the kiss for a moment. Stopping your hands in their tracks. He peered down at you before he asked, "Y/n are you sure you want this?" You took in a deep breath, smiling to yourself before you spoke up.

"Michi, I've wanted this so badly, for so long. So please, I want to be closer to you, I need to feel you inside me."

The last of his resolve crumbled. In one swift motion, you were beneath him. Tachihara hovered right above your frame now as he craned his neck down. His lips found your neck, leaving small kisses from your jawline all the way down to the base of your throat. His hands made their way under his cotton t-shirt that still adorned your frame. Pushing the article of clothing all the way up your torso, before inevitability pulling it over your head.

Tachihara trailed his kisses further down in between the valley of your breasts. He attached his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it gently as you mewled out. "Fuck... Michi- so good..." Your words encouraged him further. His deft digits found their way to your other nub. He tweaked your nipple between his fingers, never once letting up on his movements against your other breast.

Tachihara's free hand found its way to your panty-clad pussy. His breath hitched as he ran a digit up the expanse of your cunt. The feeling of your arousal soaking through your panties made his cock twitch to life. "Shit... you're so wet. This all for me?" He couldn't help but tease a little. A bright smile found its way to his features as he awaited your response. Hooking his thumb under the waistband of your panties. Slowly tugging them down your exposed thighs.

"Yes, Michi... only you. Please, I need you so badly." You whined in frustration. Desperately begging for more pleasure. Your hands traveled further down his waist, moving past his torso as you palmed his stiff cock through his boxers. Tachihara cursed under his breath at the sudden friction. Grinding against your hand ever so slightly. "Fuck, baby... you have no clue the effect you have on me." Tachihara whispered. Letting his lithe digits explore the expanse of your bare pussy. He experimentally pushed one of his fingers inside your tight cunt. Fingering you gently as you writhed out in pleasure.

"Ah, so good... so fucking good Michi..." You whimpered, pushing yourself down on his finger that was now buried deep inside you. It was a silent plead for more. Tachihara took the hint, slowly adding one more finger inside your welcoming heat. He felt you twitching and pulsing around his fingers. Tachihara's head was spinning. His cock was throbbing with anticipation as he continued to plunge his deft digits into your needy cunt. Curling his fingers on the drag down each time.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Tachihara whispered, craning his head up to examine your blissed-out face. Your eyes met his amber ones in the dark before you babbled out, "Too fucking good, Michi- please fuck me. I need it so badly... I need you so badly." How could he ever deny you when you asked him so sweetly like that?

Tachihara wasted no time freeing his throbbing cock. He gently pulled his fingers out of your heat. You whined at the loss of his digits inside you, but that empty feeling only lasted a few moments. You took in a shaky breath as Tachihara lined his dick up to your entrance. He slowly pushed himself past the tight ring of your pussy. You both whined out as you finally became one.

You felt overwhelmed in the best way possible. You were completely embraced by your one and only love. You dreamt about this exact moment countless times, and the reality of the situation was far better than you could have ever expected. 

"F-Fuck, baby... you're squeezin' me so tight... feels so good," Tachihara grunted. Experimentally pulling his hips back before plunging back into your drooling pussy. You both whined out in unison. Your hands found their way to his face, and you slowly caressed his face. Thumbs gently played with his studded earrings before you spoke up once more. "More, please..."

Tachihara's ears were ringing. You sounded so precious when you asked him so sweetly for more the way you did. It made his head spin. Your wish was his command. Tachihara began delivering slow but deep thrusts into your pussy. He scored his bottom lip with his teeth at the intense feeling of your wet cunt squeezing around his dick so snugly. "Ah, you're so deep inside me, Michi. I can feel you stirring up my insides."

His cock throbbed from deep within you at your words. He was getting close, but he wanted to make you cum more than anything. In an instant, His one hand snaked between your bodies. Thumb found your clit as he began making quick precise circles against your bud. You moaned out at the delicious friction. All of your senses were overloaded by him, and you didn't mind it, not one bit. You felt your own orgasm steadily approaching. "Shit, baby... m' getting close... you just feel too fucking good. You're so perfect for me. I love you so much, y/n."

His words made your heart flutter, and your stomach swirled with warmth. "Michi, I'm gonna cum... kiss me- please!" You didn't have to ask him twice. In an instant, his lips were against yours. You shared a messy but passionate kiss as you came undone. You were pulsing and twitching around his cock harshly as you came. Prompting his own orgasm to wash over him. He moaned against your lips as the first ropes of his cum shot inside you.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure at the feeling of being filled up by your one and only Michizou. You felt his length twitch for a few moments more inside you before his hips stilled. He pulled away from the kiss slowly. A small string of saliva connected your lips as he panted harshly. "That was... amazing. You have no clue how long I've been dreaming of this moment." Tachihara admitted, smiling down at you brightly from within the dimly lit room. You couldn't help but return the gesture. Smiling up at him widely before you wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling him impossibly closer to your chest.

You began carding your fingers through the messy tufts of his amber locks. He sighed at the wonderful feeling of your fingernails grazing against his scalp before you spoke up.

"I love you more than anything, Michi. Forever and always."

This is for my lovely may flower! happy birthday, darling, I hope you're having a wonderful day and never forget how much I love you! @lovingbsd

[kruven]

— Chuuya can't help but fall deeper and deeper in love with your hugs. (Hugs are the best, after all)

Chuuya loves you.

He loves everything about you.

And he loves your hugs.

The first time you hugged him, he was baffled and thought that was an assassination attempt, because not the first time it would have happened.

It was not the first time he was hugged, but the way you wrapped your arms around him, filled with love -which he hasn't experienced much- yet again and again he wanted you to hug him.

Was it selfish? Probably.

He wanted to wrap his arms around you too, to make you feel safe like you do to him.

But what if he pushed you away? Accidentally? He didn't want that to happen!

He wants you too hug him. A place which feels like home to him.

And today he gathered enough courage to hug you.

He hoped it would make you feel safe, and loved. Closing his eyes, he smiled and so did you.

[insomniaticdreamer]

IDEAL DATE — KUNIKIDA DOPPO

Synopsis: Basically this is a small continuation of this story written by @selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs

Warnings: none, pure Fluff although this is OOC, This will possibly be the worst thing you will ever read-

It was the weekend, this day had finally arrived, the same day that you had been waiting for, not only for you but also for the blonde man who was deep in thought.

Technically, he should have been combing his hair now if he wanted to go to the end of the date that he had organized perfectly for this day, but he simply stared at nothing while making small jumps with his leg, showing that he was nervous.

Was he nervous? HE?! THE MOST RIGHT AND CALM MAN IN MOST SITUATIONS, WHO RISKED HIS LIFE…NERVOUS ABOUT A DATE?!. Yes

It really wasn't just any date, Kunikida really had a huge appreciation for you and he felt good being with you, since you helped him in those unbearably painful and dark times, even when you didn't know it was like that, you helped him feel better, to feel a joy that I have not felt for a long time when he was immersed in that world full of nothing but them

He came out of his thoughts suddenly, because of the view he had of the sky in his room it was still the afternoon of this weekend, without being distracted anymore he grabbed the brush and began to pass it through his long hair, being careful not to make painful pulls. After a few minutes he had finished. and his hair was impeccable, he went to the bathroom to basically clean himself

As the water ran his thoughts attacked him again, this time it was more about his nerves about this situation he was facing, he shouldn't have felt nervous, right? He was sure that everything would turn out well, he was racking his brain to make a perfect plan for this day, it had to go well for the most part, so…why was he feeling nervous?

Is this how teenagers felt when it came to going with the person they liked? He was never really a teenager in love in those times, since he was more focused on other things to pay attention to his heart.

In his time as a teacher, some boys came to lose his advice so they could confess to the girl they had fallen in love with. He gave some advice that may or may not have worked but now he was in that same situation, being with a person for whom you have feelings, is that what it felt like to be someone in love? Like, fall in love very hard

Soon he came out of the bathroom after everything he had to do, his hair was dripping with some water, although first he looked in the mirror to be able to decide something...

He was again on the edge of his bed, in total silence, so he was listening lightly, you were already awake and you were getting ready just like him, since he had told you that they would go early to their date while the others were sleeping or were They just woke up and wouldn't get out of bed for a while.

He grabbed the dryer and started drying his hair, while you were already getting dressed, today was a particularly cold day so it would be better to wear warm clothes, you were already there soon, but something was missing, your hair, what you are most picky about.

You got to worry a little too much about your hair so it was an ordeal to fix it in a way that was pleasant to you and you could spend 15 minutes with just your hair, you were so focused on your hair that you didn't realize the presence behind

—You are worrying too much about something very insignificant— Said the voice behind you, you saw him in the mirror, Dazai, he was smiling warmly as he approached you.

—I really don't expect Kunikida-kun to care too much about your hair, but if you care too much, give me a moment.— His hand took the brush from you and began to comb your hair delicately and even put in some small hair pins, It could be said that he was not the best at hairstyling but he could defend himself with his decent work.

Soon he put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently while he smiled at you through the mirror. He knew you were nervous. Anyway, this is your first date in your entire life, so you wouldn't know for sure what to do, but you were confident that everything would happen. it would turn out well

You were already ready to leave so Dazai gently pushed you until you were out of your room, his lips moved but his voice didn't come out, he had only told you "have a good time" while he smiled confidently.

As soon as you came down you saw Kunikida in the living room, while he was doing some things waiting for you, Actually at this time almost no one was inside the house since they were doing other things outside either in the patio or somewhere else. only something caught your attention.

He was dressed formally for a date and for a particularly cold day like today but that wasn't the most important thing.

He didn't have his hair in its usual low ponytail, he had his hair down and fell like a waterfall down his back… Did he always have his hair this pretty?…

—You look beautiful— Your voice is somewhat choked, pressed against his arm, nervous. —I didn't know you were that cute—

Your sudden grip and your words pleasantly surprised him but he soon relaxed and smiled softly.

—Not as much as you— he whispered softly so that a few seconds later he gave you a small kiss on the forehead. —Ready?— At your confirmation he put his arm so that you could grab it as you walked towards the front door to leave.

You could see the cloudy sky and the people in warm clothes as you walked towards your destination, you clung to Kunikida's firm arm.

You couldn't really look at him directly, it was your first date with a person, you were very worried about doing something that would turn out badly.

Although you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, the tip of his nose was a little red as well as his ears were red…CUTE, seriously, how can this straight and naturally calm man be so ridiculously cute?!

Kunikida, although on the outside he had a calm and serene face, inside he wanted to faint, but it is a special occasion for you and he will swallow any treacherous feeling and is determined to do that.

They soon arrived at a cafe, comforting, perfect for a date and for a day like this, they both ordered their own, while they waited for what they had ordered they were in a comfortable silence and you were able to take a better image of him.

His hair had a few strands in front that framed it beautifully, as well as how he was dressed, everything about him looked…perfect, ideal.

Your heart started to pound as you got slightly nervous about the whole situation. After thinking so much, you looked at him directly and started to speak.

—It's a nice weather today— you smiled softly as you looked at the cloudy day. —I had no idea a coffee shop like this was so close, how much effort did you put in for a simple date?— You added, teasing him a little playfully.

He was slightly surprised, a simple date?! No-, if he could he would tell you that this was not a simple date, but he can't

—Huh, It's not like the cafe is very hidden, plus I thought you might like it— He replied as he gently adjusted his watch on his wrist, looking more relaxed. —I hope I made the right decision—

—You made a perfect decision, I love it— You smiled even more, praising his decision to bring you here as a first date.

They continued talking about different things until their order arrived, between chat and chat he stopped when he saw what was in front of him.

You had a spoon full of your dessert in front of him and on his lips, he muttered something as he watched you tease him. Soon he did what you expected and took the spoon, letting you feed him.

—Very sweet— a grimace appeared on her face as he sipped her plain coffee, complaining a little about how sugary the dessert was.

You chuckled —maybe— and continued eating.

The meal continued pleasantly, with giggles and chatter and the occasional playful tease that eased his nerves and brought you and him closer together. At one point he excused himself to go to the bathroom to wash his hands because they felt sticky from a candy of yours.

You were at the table, smiling tenderly as you sighed, you looked like a teenager discovering love and so it was, you were discovering love. Maybe with the best person with whom you could discover it

You started to get distracted by the cafeteria, employees and two girls, apparently friends, talking, one girl didn't seem to understand but was listening to the other.

Then you turned your gaze back to the street, waiting for the blonde to be ready.

Said blond who was in the bathroom yes, he was washing his hands but he was also dying of nerves, Especially when he remembered how you gave him your dessert, he was afraid he would die right there because of how fast his heart was beating.

He gently rubbed his face and patted his cheeks lightly, everything should be fine, he pulled out his notebook and opened it right to the page where he had planned this date, after organizing his ideas, he left and went with you more confident.

He helped you get up from the table and you paid for the food just to leave, again he let you hold on to his arm as you walked, Soon you two arrived at a park, there weren't too many people.

You sat under a tree, continuing with your talk, you were doing something while he was more distracted looking around and talking until he felt it and it made him react.

You had made him a small crown of flowers that were near you.

—Now you are the prince of the flowers.— Your words came out between giggles as you looked at him tenderly.

He blushed slightly and apparently wanted to say something like that but nothing came out, he just stayed silent and looked away somewhat embarrassed, making you laugh more.

Although seeing him like this, with his arm resting on his leg because of how he is sitting on the grass… he… he looked almost like a painting.

The dark purple sky with an orange stripe on the horizon made her hair match everything. He didn't look out of place there, if you saw a photo of him without context, you'd really think he was from a fairy tale.

But no, he is real, he is a fairy tale that really happens and what is happening with you.

You soon remembered something and smiled, it would be ideal for now and this first date for the two of you.

You stood up abruptly and grabbed his hand which scared Kunikida a little but he followed you, letting you take the reins of whatever it was you two were heading towards.

Although they were going away from the plan he had made, he trusted you.

you two crossed several streets until reached a small gaming site, not only virtual but also more physical. Kunikida was a little hesitant but he followed your game.

You and him spent a good time there, going from game to game. The image of Kunikida playing was strange, but it was also cute and welcome. He even won a stuffed animal…now he is your two son…his name is Carlos.

Now you and the blonde were in more physical games, which made Kunikida be more careful because he knows how strong he is, because- god, he can knock over a table with one kick and easily subdue people.

Now you yourselves were in a game circuit, with many inflatable things, passageways, ropes and you were playing hide and seek.

childish? Yes, but undeniably entertaining, especially in a place like this. You are now the one hiding from him and he is now looking for you.

He carefully walked through the entire circuit while taking in everything in his sight, looking for you, almost like a predator with how meticulous he is being.

You were going uphill, going through passages and more, until you ended up in a small tunnel-

—This place is very labyrinthine, isn't it?…— although his casual words were silenced by your sudden gasp.

You stumbled from the small scare, although the small crash against the inflatable floor never came since the flower prince caught you in time.

—Don't do that! You almost scared me to death.— Your nervous voice as you hugged him gently, relaxing

He apologized with his eyes and soon you left that labyrinth holding hands and with your flower crown somewhat damaged, but it still looked cute.

Amongst all the lively places and games you stopped at a place where you could do different thingsl

Between small laughs and good times you left there, obviously without forgetting Carlos, who was safe in your arms while Kunikida was next to you watching the small stuffed animal.

You two began to make clay figurines that with their faces were crying out for an end to their suffering, not even Dazai would go to such extremes of wanting to end it.

After the poor horrible plasticine figurines that were at least horrible together, that was the only salvageable thing they had, after that you started painting

Kunikida made a painting of a small landscape with colorful flowers of different colors and a small lake, the same landscape that he dreamed of when he was in the empty Yokohama.

You made a painting of some adorable, chubby ducklings, one with flowers, basically both ducklings were you and him, something cute that he probably wouldn't discover until a few days later.

And so several hours passed, from game to game and from activity to activity, spending fun and calm balanced moments, there came a time when in a game you could see more of that beautiful version

His hair was spread out on the surface, his flower crown previously made by you was worn out, Some flowers were missing half of their petals and simply vanished amidst all the activity that you two were doing.

Hours passed filled with memories that made both of you smile when remembering this first date.

When you came out you saw that it was night and that it had started to snow a little, you continued on your way…mostly

Before getting home you took a detour because you went to see the stars among the snowflakes, you went to the place where you and the others always go to the picnics and spontaneous camps that you do, going a little deeper into the forest.

You two spent a while watching the stars in the cold of the night, although he didn't feel the cold, he felt very warm.

He saw you out of the corner of his eye, seeing your ears and the tip of your nose reddened by the cold while you had Carlos in your arms perfectly hugged and smiled very softly, you were pure tenderness.

Although he noticed your slight trembling from the cold and he acted without really thinking about it.

You felt arms wrap around you, Kunikida was hugging you from behind, lightly resting his head on yours, At that he covered your hands with his own.

You looked up, meeting his gaze behind his glasses, soft and tender as he hugged you and held your hands with the same softness and tenderness, his cheeks flushed just like his ears, cute, very cute.

You simply looked back at his hands, masculine hands that held your smaller ones firmly and that could never match their size, hands that will keep you safe today and always.

Overall, for the blonde you are worth it even if he has to risk his life, it would only be a small price to pay if it means protecting your smile, Same smile that shines in a unique way and that he would even say came to that empty world and to those sad days that even took away his ideals, until days ago.

He dreamed of this day, the day he could hold you close, protecting you from the cold and now it's no mystery to you that his heart is beating too fast.

You stayed there, at night watching the stars, he was hugging you and Carlos, recapitulating the wonderful day you and he had today.

Definitely....an ideal date

(this is horrendous, a calamity worthy of being a capital sin in the deepest hell)