#Nakahara Chuuya scenarios

[chuuyrr]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 .ᐟ

feat: dazai, chuuya, fyodor

ꨄ˙ CW(s): gn! reader, mentions of alcohol (reader is drunk)

ꨄ˙ SYNOPSIS: in which you drink too much and don't even realize that your boyfriend is your boyfriend or you might as well be drunk in love

in the dimly lit bar, the air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. you found yourself swirling the remnants of a colorful cocktail, the room around you blurring as the night progressed.

DAZAI sits beside you, and couldn't help but notice your flushed-pink demeanor, fueled by the drinks you had consumed, and giggles to himself.

in your tipsy state, you tilt your head, looking at dazai with a playful suspicion. the room spun slightly, and you sway on your seat, trying to focus on his face.

"you know," you slur, "you're a suspicious stranger. i bet you've got some secret agenda." you point an accusing finger at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

dazai, amused by your playful accusations, couldn't help but giggle even more, "oh, do i now? well, i'm just a harmless 'stranger' who happened to find the most adorable drunk person in the entire bar."

you raise an eyebrow skeptically, still not recognizing him, "adorable, huh? well, mr. stranger-fanger, you're gonna have to prove it." you cross your arms, a challenging smirk on your flushed face.

dazai, seizing the opportunity, wraps his arms around you with a mockingly serious expression, "see? no danger here, just a guy who appreciates adorable drunks."

you broke into a fit of giggles, melting into his embrace, "well, you're not that bad for a stranger, i guess."

completely unaware that the 'stranger' was, in fact, your boyfriend, you continued to enjoy the whimsical dance of laughter and teasing, creating a memory that would undoubtedly be cherished in the days to come.

"i'm gonna be serious though, i am your boyfriend," dazai says to you.

you blink softly at him, your tipsy-drunk state had somehow lead you to look at him as such. dazai blinks back before a grin starts to tug on his lips.

"do i have to remind my dearest? well, then. buckle up because you're in for a treat!" he says before he instantly starts peppering your face in kisses as he holds you tightly.

you immediately start to squeal and giggle as you are reminded of the constant kisses that your boyfriend would give you admist the alcohol in your system.

"osamuuu!" you say in a soft whine before he pecks your lips.

dazai grins even more widely at your cute little whine as he cups your face now, "that's more like it. goodness, such an adorable drunk you are, hmm?"

CHUUYA watches with a mix of concern and amusement as your cheerful demeanor transformed into a tipsy state.

as the night wore on, chuuya decides it was time to take you home. he gently placed his gloved hand on your shoulder, trying to capture your attention, "hey, it's getting late. how about we head home?" he suggests, his voice warm and caring.

however, in your inebriated state, you misinterpreted the situation. you gasp sharply before you squirm in your seat and whine softly, "nooo, i'm having so much fun here! plus, you can't take me home! i have a boyfriend!"

chuuya was flabbergasted, but he couldn't help but chuckle at your resistance afterwards upon seeing this, "come on, baby, i'm not a stranger. i'm your boyfriend, and I just want to make sure you get home safely."

now it's you blinking softly, looking at him with a mix of confusion and innocence, "boyfriend? really?" you giggle, completely unaware of the true nature of your relationship.

"you're being so silly right now, i almost can't with you," chuuya sighs, still laughing softly, "geez, i didn't know my baby can be this forgetful with this much alcohol."

undeterred, chuuya continued to coax you gently, his amusement growing as you stare at him in awe as you begin to pat his cheeks in your warm hands, "this pretty face is all mine?"

chuuya chuckles again, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he takes your hands in his before leaning in to press a lingering kiss on your lips and whispering, "i'm all yours, baby."

the night unfolded in a blend of laughter, warmth, and the endearing challenge of convincing you that the 'stranger' was, in fact, the person who cared for you the most, and you couldn't help but giggle even more into the kiss.

FYODOR observes your increasing intoxication with a measured gaze, a sense of concern clouding his usually composed demeanor.

as the night unfolds, you continued to enjoy the array of drinks that nikolai had generously provided you two. fyodor, recognizing the potential consequences, decided it was time to intervene. he places a hand gently on your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"dear, perhaps it's time to slow down," fyodor suggests, his voice calm and measured as he tries to get you to stop.

you looked at him with a tipsy grin, oblivious to the fact that fyodor was your boyfriend, "but nikolai is just being generous. no harm in a few more, riiight?"

fyodor's piercing gaze held a mixture of concern and determination, "i'd rather not see you regretting this tomorrow. let's enjoy the night responsibly," he insists, attempting to guide you away from the tempting allure of more drinks.

however, in your intoxicated state, you resisted his efforts, misinterpreting his intentions, "oh, come on! live a little, stranger!" you playfully tease, unaware that fyodor was the person you were romantically involved with.

fyodor couldn't help but hide a small smile at your playful antics, though he inwardly feels a twinge of sadness at being referred to as a stranger, maintained his composure.

he observes you with a subtle sadness in his eyes, a fleeting emotion that betrayed the depth of his feelings. still, he wasn't one to give up easily.

with a gentle touch, he cupped your face, making you meet his gaze, "remember, i'm the one who cares deeply for you," he murmurs with a faint smile, his eyes staring in yours.

"i may be a stranger in this particular scenario, but i am not to you," fyodor replies softly, realizing that your drunken state was proving to be a barrier. yet, he didn't relent.

the realization began to dawn on you, your intoxicated mind slowly connecting the dots, "wait a minute... you care about me? really?"

fyodor nods, his eyes holding a mixture of hope and longing, "more than you can imagine."

you blink softly, still processing the situation through the haze of alcohol. before you could react, fyodor leaned in, pressing a soft and lingering kiss against your lips. the touch was tender yet filled with an unspoken depth of emotion, an attempt to bridge the gap that had momentarily separated you.

as the kiss unfolded, a subtle warmth spread through you, and the fog of intoxication seemed to lift momentarily. the taste of familiarity mingled with the hint of sadness, creating a poignant moment that transcended the blurred boundaries of the night. fyodor then pulls away, his gaze searching yours for any signs of recognition.

there was a pause, a moment of suspended realization. slowly, your eyes widened, and a spark of recognition flickered within them. "wait," you whisper, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and clarity as you smile. "you're not a stranger, only my fedya kisses me like that!"

a soft smile tugged at the corners of fyodor's lips as the weight of being called a stranger lifted. the kiss had served as a catalyst, a bridge that connected the fragments of memory scattered in the alcohol-induced haze.

"my, my, how could you forget your fedya, dear?" fyodor sighs, shaking his head before he kisses your lips again and whispers, "traitor.."

ꨄ˙ A.N.: i feel like i might have written fyodor in an ooc-ish way, and if i did, i apologize !! haven't written for him in so long and i don't write for him as often as dazai and chuuya. this is also kinda silly i think now that i've finished writing this lol !! thank you so much for reading until the end (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[chososcutie]

“Stuffing You Like a Stocking !”

KINKMAS DECEMBER 3RD

synopsis: when an ill-placed bet had made their control you never knew they had been holding, snap!

word count: 2.7k

tags: threesome, anal, unprotected sex, oral (fem!recieving), mention of masturbation, fingering, size difference, etc etc

art creds on pinterest

─── ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ☃︎♡˖ ⊹ ₊ ݁. ❅ ─── ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ☃︎♡˖ ⊹ ₊ ݁.

you, and chuuya, and dazai’s friendship was something no one really understood but you three, bound together by something more blurry and messy than friendship.

it was clear in the way they held you, and their hand placement, that you were theirs, and only theirs, your connection running much deeper than casualty.

they were always so.. touchy with you, a hand absently on your thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm, pulling you to straddle their laps, even going so far as squeezing your tits teasingly, when you were distracted.

but all friends do that.

right?

and sometimes, when they would stay the night, all three of you would cuddle, you sandwiched between dazai and chuuya’s warm, bare chests, their soft breathing ghosting over you.

but they had never tried anything with you.

you understood, somewhere in the far recesses of your mind, that this wasn’t a normal friendship, but you refused to believe yourself until much later.

there had been lots of tension, over the last couple weeks, even more so than usual, with chuuya grabbing you any chance he got, and dazai constantly taking opportunities to pin you down, in the form of a wrestling match, or tickling fight, resting his heavy weight atop your body easily, mouth curved up lazily.

you would huff and puff, and tell him get off! and that you couldn’t breathe while squirming desperately, which would always result in dazai’s breathing to increase, a sudden stiffness forming under you, prodding you insistently.

of course, you weren’t stupid. you knew what was going on.

you just chose to ignore the signs until it was too late. much too late.

they had an understanding between them, chuuya and dazai, to not take advantage of you, and to not complexify things by getting sexual, no matter how much they wanted to.

and oh, how they wanted to.

the way your face would light up at the slightest things, your sweet blushing cheeks at their crude remarks, seeing you tip-toe up to brush your rosy soft lips against their cheeks in greeting, your perky breasts pressing against their chests when you hugged them, the warmth of your soft body and chubbed thighs all made them want you more.

and the occasional glimpse they would get of your body, oh if you could only see how feral it made them.

coming fresh out of the shower, smelling like vanilla and sweet things, a towel tightly wrapped around you as you closed the door a crack. they would sneak closer, eager for more, and watch as you dropped the towel, unveiling yourself to them. taking in your bouncy perfect tits, glistening and sheened with water droplets, your smooth supple skin, and your soft tummy leading down to the v between your legs.

practically panting with want like dogs, as they stared at you, feeling ashamed for seeing you in such a state without your knowing, but not enough to stop, creeping closer for more.

and if only you knew, how sometimes on a particularly tempting day, when you had either been wearing sleep shorts that barely covered your perfect, round ass, or wore one of their spare baggy shirts without a bra, your perky, taut nipples visible through the material, practically begging to be fucked stupid, how they would go home and.. help each other.

dazai’s hand wrapped tightly around chuuya’s weeping cock, stroking upward in hard tugs, with chuuya teasing the leaking slit of dazai’s, tracing over sensitive veins, while they both moaned your name helplessly.

no matter how much they thirsted however, they refused to make things complicated.

oblivious to you, however, things had already gotten complicated the moment the brunette and red-haired men had stepped into your life, and claimed you.

for there was only one way for them to truly end this unresolved, stretched taut restraint and call you theirs, and there was only so long until it happened.

.˚₊‧ ─── ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ─── ‧₊˚. ─── ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

knock! knock!

running over to open the door, chuuya and dazai await you, leaning against the doorstep, carrying what looks like an early christmas present, a bulging stocking filled with various candies and perfumes you liked, the two ever eager to vy for your attention.

“aww, thank you guys!” you open the door to welcome them in, giving each a hug, dazai clinging to you longer than usual, while chuuya’s hand slides to your hip almost unnoticeably.

as you shut the door, some of the little trinkets they got for you tumble out, the stocking overflowing.

“wow, you guys really stuffed this, huh?”

“bet we could stuff something else..” dazai retorts, mouth curved up while chuuya snickers beside him.

this in particular wasn’t what was different. chuuya and dazai were always making dirty jokes, flirting with you, with each other.

no, it was what you said after that sent them over the edge you had been inching them closer and closer to, for months now.

“not as full, you couldn’t.”

you weren’t really sure what came over you, whether it be that you weren’t really thinking too hard, or that maybe subconsciously, you had been wanting this to happen, testing them to see how far you could go.

chuuya and dazai loved a dare. and you knew that.

which is how you found yourself here.

bent over the nearest counter, chuuya’s palms roughly coming to cup your breasts, with dazai already yanking down the flimsy pair of panties you had been wearing under one of their baggy tees.

“hah.. y’don’t know how long we’ve waited for this, doll.” dazai groans into your ear, fingers sliding easily into your gushing cunt, absolutely coating them in your essence.

“and now that we have you, we’re not letting go.” chuuya growls, squeezing your tits hard for emphasis.

you gasp, arching further, dazai letting out a pleased hum as he tries to encourage you to arch further, lifting you by the hips to press you hard on the counter.

“think she can take us both, ‘chuu?”

you can’t see it, but you can practically hear the smirk in chuuya’s voice as he replies. “ 'course she can. after all, what was it she said about us not being able to stuff her full..?"

dazai chuckles darkly. "guess we just hafta prove her wrong, hm?"

quickly, he pries your legs apart, exposing your twitching clit to the both of them, the feel of cool air on your sensitive bundle of nerves making you whimper and wriggle your hips back into their grasp, desperate for more friction.

dazai's hands start gentle, tricking you into believing he would be soft with you, deft fingers sliding into your pussy to pump in and out leisurely, curling to find your g-spot.

meanwhile, chuuya is mapping out anywhere he can reach, a sense of desperation in him as he skims over your soft, supple skin, occasionally squeezing or slapping lightly.

you mewl, lashes fluttering as dazai's fingers begin to fuck into you ruthlessly, erotic squelching filling the room with every pump, your thighs already quaking with pleasure.

"m-more! more!" you gasp, trying to back yourself up further into him, which he responds to by licking the nape of your neck, husky voice rasping in your ear, "patience baby.. i want to enjoy this s'much as i can."

and then, chuuya's fingers disappear from where they were curled around your waist a second ago, and you're suddenly caught off guard by the feel of something hot and wet laving at you, slurping all your sweet juices from where it oozes out of your salivating cunt.

"chuuyaaa.." dazai whines, having been shoved aside. "i wanted to d'that!"

he laughs against your pussy, a deep rumbling that makes you shiver as it reverberates through you. "too bad.." he taunts, before resuming his small laps, getting a taste for you.

dazai grumbles something about greed, before your mind numbs with pleasure, unable to think about anything other than chuuya as he begins to run his slithery tongue up your folds, and over your pulsating clit, your sweet slick already dribbling down his chin.

you moan, spreading your thighs wider, as his fingers come to your asscheeks, gripping tightly at the fat, expert tongue slurping and sucking.

and then, a frustrated "fuck this.." is all you hear, before you feel rough desperate hands flipping you, gently laying you back before another tongue joins, immediately getting busy between your plush thighs, this one lapping at your syrupy slick with an urgent sort of fervency.

you thrust your hips up further into their faces, grinding sloppily as both men make out with your ravaged cunt, letting off lewd pops! and muffled slurps.

your eyes meet dazai's, and he's already pussydrunk, eyes half-lidded and dazed, with his mouth sloppily tangling with chuuya's as they fight for the sugary slick tucked in between your legs, mouthing over your clit faintly. both of their chins are glistening with your sheen, and as you watch him, he starts lapping faster, chuuya immediately matching the change in pace, as they eagerly devour you whole.

and you can't even warn them- you're cumming, hard.

so hard you think you black out for a second, eyes and ears fuzzy, as you spasm around their hot, invading tongues, relishing you with renewed vigor.

so hard you don't even realize you're squirting until a few seconds later, when dazai gasps in delight, mashing his face into your sloshing cunt, chuuya following suit.

you throb as they continue to lavish your convulsing pussy in sloppy kisses and licks, until you're pushing their heads away, entirely overstimulated.

"ah ah, where ya going, darling?" chuuya smirks, coming up to stand between your legs. "that was just the warm up.."

and the next thing you knew- you were being lifted up and tossed right over one of their shoulders', being carried away, your body still bare and sticky from your orgasm.

before you can even prepare yourself, you're being thrown on the cushiony softness of your bed, mattress creaking and dipping underneath the weight.

chuuya is on you in an instant, with his hips sloppily grinding into you, the rough bulge of his cock apparent as he rubs it over your plush tummy, placing kisses all along your neck, and laving his tongue over the flutter of your pulse.

dazai quickly follows, stripping away his shirt and pants to reveal his long, throbbing cock, leaking pre-cum and thumping with veins, enormously towering before you.

it's slender, but it's long, impressively so. it reaches almost halfway up his stomach, and as he notices you staring, his mouth curves upward lazily, taking it into his hand to pump slowly. "like what y'see?"

you swallow, before nodding shyly, unable to look away as his fist tightens around the base, keeping half-lidded eye contact with you.

"come sit on it, then."

chuuya eases off you, and slowly, you inch forward, crawling over the bed toward him, arousal running down your trembly thighs.

dazai smiles with pleasure, stroking your hair as you come to straddle him. "good girl."

you throb at his words, and suddenly you can't wait a beat longer, aligning yourself as you lift your hips enough to drool your slick onto his pulsating, reddening, blushy tip, beginning to sink down slowly.

you both gasp at the same time, dazai's head falling back to reveal his slender neck, and adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

"fuck you're.. fuck." his hands come to your hips, and you shudder as you feel his cock pushing in to your cervix, hips trying to grind upward as he eases you down.

"s-so big.." you whimper, your pussy greedily sucking him down for more.

"you can take it." he gives you a lopsided smile, one that quickly breaks into a guttural moan as he finally bottoms out inside you, you sinking down on him to the hilt.

and as you both breathe heavily, he starts to bounce you slowly on his cock, eyes locked with chuuya as he groans from across the room.

"you shitheads are leaving me ouut!"

dazai's voice is a breathy moan, as he gestures him closer. "if you're so.. ah.. jealous, get in here."

and as you turn your head to look, making eye-contact with the absolute monster between his legs, cock full and swollen, you can't do anything but gape.

he was much more thick-set than dazai, length heavy and thrumming, fully on display for you to ogle at, red and angry-looking.

he comes closer, creeping behind you to grip your ass tightly, smirk plastered on his lips. "oh, sweetheart, you shoulda never made that.. hah.. bet."

and as he starts to lather his cock up in your gushing slick, making the first movements to push into you, you know then that it's not going to fit.

"hah... 'chu! s'too much! t-too much!" you squeal, pussy clamping tightly around dazai, causing his eyes to roll back, hands coming to your hips to still you.

"baby, don't do that, m'gonna cum!" he whines, hips jerking into you unsteadily.

chuuya huffs over you, trying to rock into you more, but as you feel his thick girth stretching you out to mold his shape, you just can't fit him. there's no room, especially with dazai occupying almost all of it.

"ya gotta loosen up f'me doll, c'mon.." he grunts, prying your legs further apart, a hand coming to smooth over the curve of your ass.

and then, dazai reaches for you, rubbing your puffy, throbbing clit gently to loosen you up, kissing your jaw tenderly. "c'mon, you can do it.."

after rubbing your sensitive nub and making you whine and squeal, chuuya finally manages to ease in a couple more inches, walls clamping tightly around him in welcome.

and what a sight you are.

dazai's hand lazily circling your clit, pussy stretched obscenely around both their cocks.

“m’ so.. hah.. full!”

“told ya, sweets.” chuuya grunted above you. “shoulda listened when you had the chance..”

“now, you gotta take it. take it alll, c’mon..” dazai’s trying to ease you up enough to slide chuuya's remaining inches in, but you’re struggling to breathe, barely able to hold yourself upright.

chuuya pinches and rolls your nipples from behind, while dazai toys with your clit, and with one final squelch, he manages to sheathe himself fully inside you. and when he does, the reaction is instantaneous.

unable to stop themselves after wanting and yearning for you for so long, the rough sound of skin against skin begins to echo as your body ping-pongs between them.

chuuya pulls your hips back into him, while dazai grips them from the front, both of your holes being used and filled like a fuck toy, for their own pleasure and amusement.

“mmh, what a slutty little pussy you have..” dazai teases, watching as more sheeny, dewy slick bubbles from you, your mouth open to let out heaving gasps and moans.

“did ya save it just for us?” he flutters his lashes at you, before pushing his hips up brutally, your insides practically getting rearranged by his thrusting length.

you whimper, eyes rolling back as sweat sticks your thighs to his lap, the filthy wet slapping of your skin sticking together extra noisy.

“you better hope ya did..” chuuya growls from behind. “because if we find out another man touched you like this, we’ll kill him.”

and for some reason, their blatant possessiveness only serves to turn you on more, tightening impossibly around their invading shafts as your breathing increases, head spinning with every mind-numbing thrust.

and when dazai's cock manages to hit that one spongey spot, you swear you're seeing stars as your body slumps back against them, tongue lolling out dumbly.

"look at her, 'chuu. such a cute little fucked-out expression she has." dazai giggles, pounding into you harder as chuuya slams you from behind, grunting in agreement.

chuuya pushes you down into dazai, arching your ass into him higher, as his thrusts turn sloppy and uncalculated, dazai bouncing you rapidly.

“andddd what a pretty ass.. too bad it’s all mine.” chuuya rasps.

"hah.. m'gonna.." is all you manage to get out, before it crashes over you like a tidal wave, head spinning with the force of your second orgasm of the night, practically just gushing all over their fat, weepy cocks.

"mmm.." dazai's head tilts back, hips lifting as he releases spurt after spurt of hot, white seed into your walls, so much of it that it begins to seep out in little rivulets down your thighs.

chuuya is close to follow, hot sticky ropes pulsing into you steadily, as they both moan, grunting into you about how good, how perfect you are, and how long they’ve waited for this.

and as you all come down from your highs, tangling yourselves into the blankets together, dazai tilts his head, resting it on chuuya's chest, studying you.

"you do know, you're ours right?"

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[sableeira]

the truth is the shapeshifting ability user gave themselves away by not using enough silly little pet names insults. And probably about everything else down to minuscule body language, facial expressions and tone of voice (“I know you thrusts” etc etc)

if you know where this scenario is from ily

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Like Ships in the Night…On a Train… (BSD version part 1)

Author's Note: Got horny. Thought about one of my favorite scenarios. Bon appetit 👍 Other installments are already in the works for different series. :3

Pairings: Sigma, Dazai, & Chuuya x male reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!characters, trans Sigma, chikan, grinding, groping, fingering (Sigma), nipple play (Chuuya)

Sigma

Why is this happening to him?! He's read the news headlines about creeps groping people on trains, sure, but he never imagined he'd be on the receiving end of that!

Sigma feels helpless as the mystery man hooks one arm around his waist, locking him in this position like a caged bird. Soon, he feels a touch on his hip, sliding down to his plush thighs as he's groped right here and now — standing in front of the train wall with his hands bracing himself against it.

Panic floods in as the stranger grabs his crotch, rubbing two fingers over his slit — you both realize something in this moment; Sigma realizes that his secret may not be safe anymore, and the dangers that come with that, while you realize that you can touch this guy more discreetly like this.

Your fingers make quick work of his pants, opening them up just enough to reach inside and touch his pussy again. Despite the fact that your victim is shaking, he's already a bit wet before you're even inside. You tease him over his underwear for a second, then dive even deeper and finally touch his bare pussy.

With all of his remaining willpower, Sigma whispers a quiet plea for you to stop, and you can practically hear the tears welling in his eyes. You ignore him, of course, already sinking between his folds and groaning at the wetness oozing out just from that.

A stranger is fingering his cunt on public transit, and no one else seems to notice. Sigma can only pray that you stop before things escalate, or before you realize he's a trans man…maybe his long hair fooled you into thinking he's a girl?

That line of thought is shattered as Sigma presses his thighs together, biting back a squeal as you fingerfuck him so rough that he squirts a little, messing up his clothes as a result. As he cums, you lean closer to his ear and whisper a “Good boy~” before you readjust his clothing for him and disappear, presumably exiting the train.

You left the man as a panting, confused mess in his little corner. Left to wonder who violated him in an almost gentle way, compared to all of the horror stories Sigma read about. His pussy was still wet, and he swears that he didn't enjoy that…but the memory won't stop replaying in his mind as he lay in bed, squeezing his thighs together once again…dripping…aching…moaning…

Dazai

How bold do you have to be to think you could get away with this? Honestly, don't you recognize the man that you're attempting to grope? Do you really think there won't be consequences?

Well, ok, hear him out… You're not being rough right now — if anything, you're actually touching Dazai rather gently. Hands caress his sides, hidden by his large trench coat, sliding across his clothed abdomen almost romantically. The most you've done so far is rub his hips, not even trying to go for anything more private (yet).

What's the harm in letting this go on, seeing just where this will lead? Dazai's pretty strong, not a big muscle man, but strong enough to hold his own when need be. If things escalate too much, or he feels unsafe, he can simply reveal who he is and threaten to call the cops on you. But for now, he'll just let this play out.

You take a step closer, pushing Dazai further against the window, and he seizes the opportunity to reveal your identity in the reflection…except your face is buried in the back of his neck so he can't actually see who you are…

Dazai feels your warm breath tickling his skin, and he can feel you… wait, are you sniffing him? Really? What a creep, smelling some stranger while you're touching him. Jeez.

That's not the only thing Dazai notices though — he also feels what he assumes to be your hard-on poking his ass now that you're hugging his body tightly. You begin to move, and this is when Dazai should stop you…but he can't deny how…nice…this all feels. Especially when you reach forward and grab his hand, clasping his with yours in a strangely soft display–

Seriously, what a depraved, obsessive, sad creep you must be to hold a stranger's hand while you're smelling them and humping them on a public train. That's just not normal, dude.

There's not much more time to question anything, as you grind against Dazai's ass until your movements stutter, then eventually stop altogether. And he can guess by your heavy breathing that you just creamed your pants without ever truly touching your victim.

'How sad. That guy could easily get off by humping another guy on the train — who knows what dirty fantasies were running through his mind to make him cum like that.' Dazai thinks, stroking himself in the shower while he pictures your fat package gliding in between his cheeks again.

Chuuya

Honestly, Chuuya surprised himself when some strange man came up behind him and trapped him in the corner of the train and he didn't say a word of protest. Perhaps the shock was what prevented his usual reactions?

Shocked at how bold you were for grabbing a Port Mafia executive by the hips and forcing his ass to meet the tent in your pants, that is. Do you really think this is going to end well? Are you just so stupid that you have no idea who Chuuya is, and how easy it would be for him to use his special ability to pin you to the floor and knock your teeth out?

You're either stupid or desperate, or maybe both, but Chuuya can't think about that too much when you're already humping him so boldly. Sure, you're somewhat hidden in the corner, but does no one pay attention to the obvious motions?

Not only are you grinding against him so hard that he's forced to his tiptoes, you're untucking his shirt from his pants and sliding your hands underneath like it's totally normal! Quickly finding his nipples and toying with them so roughly that Chuuya has to cover his mouth to remain quiet.

His smaller body jerks with your every thrust, forced to submit to this gross act of depravity or else everyone on the train will find out that Chuuya Nakahara is a public use slut. His reputation would be destroyed!

So, he lets you have your way with him — thrusting your clothed erection against the curve of Chuuya's ass until you cum, grunting right into his ear — and then a familiar chime signals the opening of the train doors, and you exit, leaving the little guy high and dry and completely disheveled as his cock leaks inside of his boxers.

Now, a Port Mafia executive doesn't have any need to use public transport — he could easily use a private car or even a fucking helicopter if he wanted to — but, Chuuya finds himself taking the same train at the same time again tomorrow. This time, he's already standing in that corner, facing the wall to conceal his hard, throbbing cock, and to advertise himself as vulnerable prey.

[literatureloverx]

BSD MEN x their first time meeting their darlings

Characters: Fyodor Dostoevsky, Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Nikolai Gogol, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

BSD MEN x fem!reader

Fyodor Dostoevsky

You and Fyodor met at the museum.

He noticed you from a distance, intrigued by your beauty as you stood before a painting for longer than most would.

Drawn by an irresistible curiosity, he approached you to hear your thoughts on the artwork.

To him, you resembled a beautiful doll, exquisite and delicate, with a mind that radiated compassion toward his complex moral code and a heart that was both truthful and sincere.

Your gentle smile captivated him, sparking an interest that went beyond mere admiration; it stirred something deeper within him.

The full scenario is HERE

Dazai Osamu

You met Dazai either in his Port Mafia or in his Armed Detective Agency era. I will go with the second option, because PM!Dazai is more complicated.

Dazai encountered you on the beach at dawn.

It had been another sleepless night for him, and he was wandering aimlessly, as he often did after consuming alcohol without a care for the consequences.

The cool sea breeze tousled his hair, and the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind.

Thinking the fresh air would help ease his slight headache, he walked at a slow pace, allowing the serenity of the beach to wash over him.

Scenario

As he wandered, he spotted a bench facing the beautiful water, where the dawn reflected brilliantly like molten gold. Without a moment's hesitation, he settled onto the bench, feeling the rough wood beneath him as he gazed at the horizon.

The sun began to rise, casting warm hues of orange and pink across the sky, but even that beauty couldn't quite pull him from the fog of his thoughts.

He yawned, a weary reminder of yet another night spent in restless contemplation, unable to escape the burdens that always seemed to find him.

A few moments later, someone sat beside him on the other side of the bench. His eyes widened in surprise as he turned to see you, a soft smile gracing your lips, almost apologetically.

The way the morning light played with your features was mesmerising, and for a fleeting moment, Dazai forgot the weight of his troubles.

Your gentle, melodic voice cut through the sound of the waves and reached his ears, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. "I hope it's okay for me to sit here? I also came to watch the sunrise."

The sunrise cascaded across your angelic smile, illuminating your hair as if each strand were made of stardust.

Dazai felt an unfamiliar flutter in his chest, a sensation he hadn't expected. He studied you, taking in the delicate way your eyes sparkled with the early light, and the calmness that radiated from your presence.

It was as if you were a breath of fresh air amidst the heaviness that often surrounded him.

"Of course," he replied, a hint of a smile breaking through his usually stoic demeanor. "I can't say I mind the company of such a beautiful young lady, especially at a moment like this."

You smiled, but didn’t answer.

As you both sat in silence, watching the sun rise higher into the sky, Dazai's mind raced.

The tranquility of the moment was refreshing, and he felt drawn to you in a way that was both thrilling and unsettling.

He was self-aware enough to know that this was no simple attraction he was feeling; it was something deeper, something he didn't quite know how to handle.

Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya likely knows you either from his childhood—perhaps through the sheep—or your family has loose ties to the Port Mafia, and you happen to cross paths by chance.

I prefer the second option because it excites me more and is easier to write. (I’m really excited about this and want to write a full story with various chapters, but unfortunately, I have too many requests to finish right now.)

You know those Wattpad stories where the main character's dad has ties to the mafia, deeply indebted?

One day, the handsome mafia boss appears out of nowhere, demanding the money back—or worse, the daughter of the man. Well, this is not how Chuuya operates. He is a gentleman, after all.

Due to certain circumstances, instead of Akutagawa, Chuuya—the mafia executive himself—takes on the mission to collect the debt.

The jewelry mart of the mafia is under his care, and he decides to handle the matter personally this time.

It's a rare move for him, but something about the situation tugs at his instincts.

He circles your house, a sleek black car parked discreetly down the street, as he assesses the scene with a discerning eye.

The neighborhood is quiet, almost too quiet, and he can't shake the feeling that something is off.

The thought of confronting someone who owes the mafia money doesn't faze him, but he feels a sense of responsibility creeping in.

He pushes the thought aside; his focus is on the task at hand.

Storming in with a show of force, Chuuya enters your home, flanked by eight other men meant to intimidate.

But everyone knows that Nakahara Chuuya is a one-man army.

Scenario

The tension in the air is palpable as he strides toward your father, who stands pale and trembling.

Without hesitation, he forcefully pushes your father to the pavement, making him bite the concrete.

"You've made a grave mistake," Chuuya growls, the weight of authority lacing his words.

Your father stammers, trying to explain himself, but the panic in his eyes only fuels Chuuya's anger.

As Chuuya raises his gun, ready to make an example of your father, a pleading voice interrupts him.

You, a young woman, are being held back as you desperately try to reach your father.

"Please, don't!" you cry, your voice breaking.

Your teary eyes strike right through his heart, leaving him momentarily dumbfounded. Here's someone ready to sacrifice herself for her family.

You.

In that instant, he feels something shift within him—a stirring he hasn't experienced before. He doesn't understand what is happening; he can swear he's never felt this way before, and it unnerves him.

"Who are you?" he asks, trying to mask his confusion behind a façade of coldness.

"I'm his daughter! Please let him go! Take me! Take me instead!"

Your words are infused with desperation and bravery, resonating deep within him.

Everything else—the chaos, the noise—fades into silence. He is entirely focused on you, captivated by your beauty and your courage.

Chuuya can't help but admire your spirit. You're not begging for mercy out of fear; you're standing tall in the face of danger, ready to take your father's place. It strikes him as both foolish and incredibly brave. The dichotomy fascinates him.

As he lowers his gun, the gravity of the situation begins to weigh on him. He looks at your father, then back to you, and realizes he doesn't want to be the monster in this story. Not before your eyes, at least. Not now.

"Enough," he says, his voice steady but softer than before.

He knows he doesn’t need to be doing this. He can take the debt in more than one way. He has many options, but he chose this one because it was the quickest. However…things changed.

Without a second thought, he lowers his weapon and releases your father, taking a step back. The shock in your father's eyes mirrors the confusion swirling in Chuuya's mind, but he knows he's made the right choice.

As you rush to your father's side, Chuuya feels an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him. You’re so…mesmerising.

The way you move, the way you talk, the way you cry…he could stand there and watch you for hours, maybe even days. In fact, he felt like he could watch you for all eternity.

He tries to shake this weird feeling off.

"Consider this your lucky day," he adds, turning on his heel, his heart pounding in his chest. "But next time, you won't be so fortunate."

Nikolai Gogol

He either encountered you during a mission, where you were merely an unusual target that intrigued him, or he met you before he joined the Decay of the Angels.

For the narrative, I would lean towards the idea that "he met you on a mission where you were an odd prey."

For Nikolai to become interested in someone (be it romantically or platonically), he would need to sense a connection between the intricacies of his mind and your understanding of this complex moral system.

You were likely an unassuming office worker, perhaps even a part-timer, blissfully unaware of the corruption that plagued your workplace and why it could become a target for a terror attack.

How naive of you.

When he sees your innocent, almost silly face, he would smile, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he prepares to do something whimsical.

Scenario

Nikolai approached you, flashing his trademark grin—one that held a hint of danger mixed with playful charm.

"QUIZ TIIIME!!! Guess what I'm about to do to youuuu, little dove?!—“

He moves forward, his nose almost touching your cheek. His theatrical chuckle echoes through the halls left behind.

The floors are covered with blood and shards of glass, and you’re the only one remaining alive—together with this madman.

“—Yes indeedy! I'll make you feel free like a true bird! Free from everything! I’ll free you from the cage of your emotions, so that you can live as a credit to our race, a truly free homo sapiens!!"

His voice danced with mischief as he leaned against the doorframe, tugging slightly at the ropes bound around your wrists.

"P-please..." you stammered, the tremor in your voice betraying your anxiety. He ignores your quiet plea.

"Do you happen to like birds, little dove?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. Your startled expression was delightful to him.

You nod, and he follows up with, "Why is that?"

You have no idea what this strange clown wants from you. The only thing you want now is to flee—to run away, to go home, to survive. You’re not sure how you’re going to reach that goal, but you’re willing to do anything.

That’s why you start making up excuses to occupy him with your chatter for as long as possible. You’re hoping to get rescued… or at least to receive his mercy.

"Some birds are free in that sense, while others are made to remain in their cages…"

Nikolai leaned closer, intrigued by your perspective, his whole presence threatening every fibre of your being.

"So you believe that some birds are meant to be clipped, little dove?"

"N-no," you replied, trying to steady your voice despite the flutter of panic in your chest. "They are meant to be free. But even if the bird is free to go wherever it wishes, freedom is nothing but an illusion.—“

You were scared, and you didn’t know if what you were doing was the right thing to do in this situation. Your voice trembled.

“—Because even if the bird is freed from its cage, it won’t be truly free to go wherever it wishes. The laws of nature still apply—it can’t abandon its flock.”

Your heart raced, and you felt exposed, as if you were revealing too much of your own fear. His unnerving heterochromic eyes scare you, you're trying to make something up, to avoid his gaze.

"—A bird that has never known freedom won't long for it; it is simply content with its cage and the comfortable life it provides—“

You aren’t sure if this is working, but he isn’t hurting you, and he’s certainly listening. You gasp as he tugs at the ropes again, speaking in his usual whimsical manner.

“Can you think of any reason why a bird born in a cage would crave freedom? A reason for the bird to detest its own—“

He giggles.

“…’comfortable’ cage?”

“I…I don’t see a reason for that to happen…unless that comfort turns into terror—"

His façade seems to crumble for a moment. Your voice wavers, the weight of his gaze amplifying your anxiety.

"—unless the bird has been abused in its very cage, sir..."

He stepped back, contemplating your words. The thought was foreign, yet it resonated with an undeniable truth.

Too real.

It felt way too real for him.

"You're quite insightful for someone so naive.”

"Please... just let me go," you whispered, your heart pounding.

He giggles again. It’s just one of the many unnerving qualities he possesses, as you recognize.

"I can't do that," he said softly, his tone shifting. "But I can promise you this—your voice matters to me now, little dove."

"After all," he added, his grin returning with a hint of mischief, "what fun would it be to let you go without revealing some of my tricks first? Riiiight??!!"

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

He either met you during a pivotal, life-altering event, like when he was gravely wounded (edgy and intimate), or in a more everyday setting, like a grocery store or shopping mall (wholesome and adorable). I’ll go with the second option, just as you’ve chosen.

He coughs as he takes the shopping bags into his hand, nothing more than some snacks placed inside.

He feels particularly weak today, and he knows it’s best if he returns to a safe space.

It’s time to go home.

As he walks, his thoughts swirl with a familiar frustration.

Weakness gnaws at him, contradicting everything he knows he needs to know—survival of the fittest, strength above all.

He can’t even enjoy something as simple as crisps without feeling the sting of inadequacy, a reminder that he constantly strives to prove himself strong despite the frailty he sometimes feels.

However, a certain someone might change this mindset of his at some point. It’s you.

Scenario

“Excuse me!”

The soft voice cuts through his thoughts, and he turns around, annoyance bubbling to the surface.

He dislikes attention, especially in public spaces. It serves no purpose, and as a mafioso, he values his ability to blend in, to move through the world unnoticed. Drawing any kind of attention to himself, especially when he feels vulnerable, is the last thing he wants.

He scans the area, irritation rising when he realizes there’s no one in sight. His first thought is that he’s hallucinating—another sign that he needs to retreat to his quarters before the nausea overwhelms him.

But then, out of nowhere, you appear. Right in front of him.

His eyes widen slightly, just enough to betray his surprise.

His shock is mild but undeniable as he takes in the sight of you, someone warm and inviting, standing confidently before him. What could someone like you possibly want from him?

Akutagawa’s gaze flickers over you, searching for a reason, a threat, something to explain why you’re in his path. The unfamiliarity of the encounter makes him uncomfortable, and his guard instinctively rises.

“You dropped this…”

Your voice, kind and genuine, takes him off guard for the second time. Two moments of confusion in a single encounter—he’s already feeling off balance.

It would be a sight to behold had you known who he truly was—one of Yokohama’s most feared mafiosos.

You’re holding out his handkerchief. The one he uses to cough into.

His gaze shifts to the cloth in your hand, then back to your face. The urge to dismiss you rises quickly, but as he looks away, something unexpected happens.

Your eyes meet his. His cold, grey stare, which normally repels others or leaves them frozen, meets your gaze, and for a brief moment, something inside him stirs. The sensation is strange—something between discomfort and intrigue—as if, for just a second, he sees you differently. Not just as a stranger, but as something… more.

He’s not used to this. The feeling tingles at the edges of his awareness, unsettling and foreign, making him question what it is about you that sparked this unfamiliar warmth in his chest. In that instant, he feels the weight of his ideals—the relentless pursuit of strength and dominance—shift slightly, as though something in him yearns for connection despite the ferocity with which he clings to his principles.

Akutagawa hesitates, caught off guard by the genuine kindness radiating from you. He can feel the knot in his chest tightening as he grapples with the implications of your presence.

He clears his throat, attempting to regain his composure. “… Thanks,” he mutters, his voice low and rough, barely above a whisper.

The handkerchief hangs awkwardly between you, and he feels a surge of irritation at the vulnerability it represents.

You smile at his gratitude, and he can’t help but find the expression both refreshing and irritating.

“You didn’t have to bother. It’s nothing important.”

You tilt your head to the side. What could he mean? Nothing important as in ‘just a handkerchief’? It looked expensive. It definitely didn’t look like something you’d throw away after using it once.

“I wanted to,” you reply, your tone light and genuine. “I couldn’t just leave it there.”

He narrows his eyes, instinctively defensive. “Most people wouldn’t bother,” he retorts, his annoyance flaring up.

Oh, he wasn’t trying to blend in at all. He was being impolite.“They don’t care about things that don’t concern them.”

Your gaze wavers slightly, making him feel uncomfortable, which catches him off guard.

“But I do care. Sometimes, it’s the little things that matter.”

He scoffs, an edge to his voice. He mumbles, ready to leave any moment. “Little things? They mean nothing.”

You either survive or you don’t.—Is what he told himself. He recognised that he stepped out of the line. The nausea surely wasn’t helping him.

“Maybe,” you say, unfazed, “but that doesn’t mean we have to give in to that. We can choose to be different.”

Akutagawa’s chest tightens at your words. What were you yapping about? Like that stupid weretiger. He shifts his weight, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

“You think you can change anything?” he asks, skepticism lacing his tone. He wants to leave. Your presence is making him feel uncomfortable.

“I believe we can,” you answer, your conviction steady. “Even if it’s just for one person at a time.”

His heart races, battling against his instinct to retreat into his shell. He studies you, trying to dissect your motivations, to find the weakness in your resolve.

“And you think you’re that person?” he challenges, his eyes cold.

“Why not?” you reply, meeting his gaze head-on. “If you’re open to it.”

His cheeks flush slightly. He feels an unexpected pull toward you, and he knows that he needs to leave. Now.

[fanon-canon-idfk]

WAIT POLY SKK SCENARIO THAT HAS BEEN ROTTING IN MY BRAIN FOR A WHILE…

GC WHERE MALE READER SENDS GOOFY AHH STUFF TO THE GC AND CHUUYA GETS SO ANNOYED

aftercare (if ur uncomfortable with the genre pls skip)

where like after masc reader is just too fkin tired to put le boxeres back on so he just sits there tired asf and chuuya is like dude we just finished out it back on 🧍 and ofc dazais gonna be goofy asf like “ooo look at mr show off over hereeeee”

ALSO ALSO…

M! READER THAT IS LIKE RLLY SLEEPY WHENEVER HE RECIEVES AFFECTION JUST LIKE A FEW KISSES AND HES GONE WITH THE WIND

imagine the use of “pretty boy” to m! reader ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

1ST SCENARIO

It was yet another day at work in the agency alongside your boyfriend, Dazai

Who was also texting your other boyfriend, Chuuya.

Meanwhile, you were focusing on finishing your work as your phone buzzed in sync with giggles from Dazai sitting in the desk beside you.

The moment you finished your paperwork you looked over to his grinning face with a lifted brow before pulling your phone out and reading your notifications:

Chu Chu 10:47 PM

What are you guys doing?

Osa 10:49 PM

Dying of boredom 💔

Chu Chu 10:49

So you’re doing nothing

Osa 10:50

Chuuya expects so little of me! I’m working very hard!!

Chu Chu 10:50

Whatever I’m going back to work

Ah so that’s why Dazai was giggling.

Such a shame though, he seems so bored again now without anything to do. (bc he refuses to do his work)

So, as the good boyfriend you are, you picked up your phone and started typing.

You 10:52

Don’t be a bully Chu

Chu Chu 10:53

Tf you mean bully???

You 10:53

Poor Osamu is crying now!!!

Right on cue, you hear Dazai giggling again with his phone in his hands. He looks up at you with a giant grin, mischief already riddling his complexion.

Dazai wheels his chair right beside yours and whispers something in your ear, causing you to nod and chuckle to yourself.

Dazai put on a sad face, a pout with some puppy eyes, (Literally this emoji 🥺) and you took a photo of him with your phone.

You 10:55

[Sent an image]

Chu Chu 10:55

Oh stfu

Osa 10:55

ITS TRUE YOUVE BROKEN MY HEART SLUG 💔

Chu Chu 10:55

I’m going back to work.

You 10:56

CHUUYA APOLOGIZE

Osa 10:56

APOLOGIZE

Chu Chu 10:56

STFU IM WORKING

Osa 10:57

APOLOGIZE‼️

You 10:57

APOLOGIZE

Chu Chu 10:58

OH MY FUCKING GOD

He loves you guys <3

2ND SCENARIO

Chuuya and Dazai had gone off to shower together after the 3 of you had an… intimate moment. You however, decided to shower after them because you were fucking exhausted.

Having two guys in bed with you is a lotta work, who knew.

You stayed laying down on the mattress, an arm over your face as your eyes started growing heavy. Ultimately, you fell asleep for a short nap.

In, what for you felt like a few minutes, Chuuya and Dazai had exited the bathroom with a new set of outfits on.

The second they laid their eyes on you Chuuya spoke up, “Oh what the fuck? You can’t even just put on your boxers??”

You woke up at the sound of his voice, situating yourself to rest on your elbows lazily as you looked back at them both. “Yup. Too much work..” you sighed.

Dazai chuckled, “Oh no, please, do keep yourself as comfortable possible~.” He smirked, eyeing your bare body admiringly.

“Ok- you, go fuckin shower,” he ordered, pointing at you sternly before turning around to Dazai.

“And you- stop fucking looking! I’m not going another round just because you can’t relax!” He shoves his hands over Dazai’s eyes, pushing him and himself out of the bathroom doorway for you to go in.

You sighed tiredly, begrudgingly getting up and grabbing yourself some clothing from the dresser. You groggily walked into the bathroom, leaving Chuuya and Dazai alone.

As you closed the door behind you, Chuuya removed his hands from Dazai’s face, revealing a pouting expression.

“What?” Chuuya questioned,

Dazai just responded simply, “Cockblocker.”

3RD SCENARIO

You were all sitting on the couch watching a movie, yourself sitting in the middle. Dazai had his head resting on your shoulder while Chuuya was locking hands with you.

It was late at night so it was normal for you to be tired, but you didn’t feel like falling asleep in the slightest quite yet, the movie holding your attention a bit too well.

That was until you felt Dazai place a soft peck on your jawline, and you just instantly internally melted.

Your eyes started growing heavy like it was magic, you suddenly didn’t have the strength to even keep your head up! You laid your head atop of Dazai’s, his soft locks not doing you any favors.

You were at war with your eyelids, fighting to keep them open so you could keep watching the movie with your boyfriends.

Chuuya then looked over to you, noticing your battle to stay awake. “Are you falling asleep?” He chuckled, you replied stubbornly “No..”

He just laughed again, sliding his hand around your head and pulling you in to use his lap as a pillow. “It’s ok, pretty boy,” he smiled softly “just get your rest, we can always watch the movie again.”

Dazai watched the scene play out between you two, deciding to join in as he laid down as well. He rested his head onto your chest as he laid on top of you.

“Get your rest, handsome,” he teased, his words accompanied by another soft kiss, this time to your neck.

With that, you accepted your fate. Within just a few seconds, you were out like a light.

“Night sleeping beauty.” Chuuya whispered softly, lulling you further into sleep with a hand in your hair.

TYSM FOR GIVING ME THESE SCENARIOS THEY WERE SO CUTE ALSO HAPPY LATE VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE <33

[ilovechuuy4]

꧁Embarrassing things that happened in bed꧂

Chuuya Headcanons + Scenario

warnings; Minor descriptions of s3xual actions, ejaculation w/o penetration. Not rlly proof read.

A/N: GUYS I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING A LOT IDK WHAT'S UP WITH ME I GOT NO MOTIVATION BUT I'M GOING TO TRY TO GET A REQUEST OUT ON THE 28TH DON'T THINK I FORGOT BOUT U GUYS

Headcanons↘︎

• While making out, the first kiss would always make you burst out laughing so it takes the two of y'all at least 10 tries to actually start making out.

• Once you went down on Chuuya and he was feeling it TOO much and almost suffocated you(he apologized profusely after)

• He's definitely broke the bed while having sex with you(using his ability to reach deeper points) but it didn't stop him from continuing.

• Y'all have done it in his office and Kōyō had walked in on yall before scolding the two of y'all.

• Chuuya had gotten leg cramps once and you had offered to ride him the rest of the time.

• Blasting music in a private residence (like a hotel, say PM went on vacation) just to have sex with reader and yet the both of you were still audible.

• For getting to close the blinds/window and a neighbor hears/sees.

• Chuuya finishing whilst y'all are making out before penetration(After a long mission)

Scenario↘︎

Oh god, how long that mission was. You and Chuuya we're assigned a mission last minute and nobody was particularly "up for it" or in other words, you two were the only ones at work at the ripe time of 1 in the morning. It wasn't even a fun mission, it was one of this long dragged out mission. But at last, you and the ginger haired man finally arrived home at the time of 5am.

Once y'all enter the house, your thoughts began to roam of the images of Chuuya's body stiff clearly full arousal during the mission and you had to admit, it made you feel some sort of way. Chuuya glances over, slowly walking to you before embracing you from behind. The bulge in his pants was prominent against your body as he slowly suckled and nipped at your neck.

Soft whines and gasps escape your mouth, head thrown back against the others shoulder. "Mh-mhm~ Chuuya. The whimpers escaping your mouth and before you knew it, your back was pressed firmly against the closest wall. "Fuck, darlin'. I couldn't help myself. You just looked so damn pretty during the mission." This confession made your face blush a deep, wine red as you simply glance away slightly, god how you loved this man.

You felt the other cup your cheek and pull you in for a kiss which you greatfully accepted. Your hands gently cup his neck one thumb rubbing up and down his jaw line. You could practically feel the need radiating off of Chuuya as his tongue pushed passed your lips to explore the caverns of your mouth that he so desperately wanted to explore. You allowed it, yall's tongues danced in a harmony of passion and intimacy and before long, the ginger was getting touchy.

His hands found your rear, gripping it firmly as his tongue is plunged into your mouth tangled around your own. Your couldn't help but let you soft whimpers as you had to slowly pull away, panting. "Ha, sorry it was just, a lot." You murmur, taking deep breathes but when you look at your boyfriend his face is a bright red. You cock a slight eyebrow in curiosity.

"What's wrong?" You asked which made Chuuya look away, he seemed, embarrassed? "I- uhm." He stamppered over his own words, his hands gripping onto your waist as of now. "I'm nintey-nine percent sure I just you know. Came." Chuuya said before burying his face into your neck. You hadn't ever seen him in such an embarrassing state but you couldn't deny that it was kinda fun.

"You came? From making out with me?" You scoffed playfully glancing down and indeed, his pants were well, soaked to say the least. A red hue rose to your cheeks before speaking once more. "Maybe uh, maybe we should take this to the bedroom?" And once you suggested that the man in front of you lit up like a lightbulb, scooping you up in his arms with a chuckle. "I'd never deny such an offer, doll."

[saoirseyun]

NOW PLAYING — luther, kendrick lamar.

in which, chuuya has gone a little too overboard with early christmas gifts.

—Alright so you haven't have this in mind during the week before Christmas and thus that's on you to blame. Just thinking how it'd be no problem to stay up longer to watch one of those cheesy romcoms overnight pass 12:00 after a hassle in unwrapping the presents your boyfriend Chuuya bought you. (And all you did in return was gift him his favorite brand of wine imported all the way from its native country. How embarrassing, one would think, but Chuuya pretty much disagrees with your self-doubt and shame.) Only to end up being not far from drifting into a sudden sleep once the one hour mark hits. Chuuya was used to staying awake late at night, and now unexpectedly watching you struggle to keep your eyes open for long; irises dubiously focusing on the ceiling above as you remain lied down on his lap. "Y'know ya look like you're 'bout to faint..." Sounded closely to slurs as your ears couldn't pick up most of what Chuuya pointed out. Your head was practically intertwined with spinning itself! With deft fingers snake to the curls and loose strands of your hair—him stroking you—your body stirs lazily in its wake... An awkward yawn.

"...So?"

"So what? Y'er gonna pass out, angel." Which is the unfortunate truth, to put it bluntly. Just how stubborn could you be?

"...'s it my fault that your thighs 'so comfy?"

You cheeky thing, "C'mon! Seriously going to blame me?!"

Well, not having Chuuya right now means you'd probably end up staying awake until he has returned back.

"Uuh, yeah, you bought too- yawn- many gifts to count... It took an hour."

"Hah, 'don't act like ya don't appreciate it."

But of course you do. You'd be absolutely ashamed if you didn't, no? Spent so much only to keep you happy, it's the least that you could do in return other than gifting back—and Chuuya states that it's not necessary to spend on him in return and just let the mafioso spoil you rotten. He frowns, a knowing look as he studies your conflicted state.

"...Doll, look. 'f anything, 'm still grateful that I have ya. Swear, if it were up to me... 'f the world was mine, gonna take those dreams of yours and make 'em multiply. Got that?"

a/n; happy birthday... to me! I wanted to portray more of chuu's dedication this time of round for my birthday bc my s/o hates me rn and I hope I die (not proofread)

[aureatchi]

“I GET LOST INSIDE ALL THE STARS IN YOUR EYES, IT’S A GALAXY.” ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, nikolai, sigma

— how do the bsd men kiss you? (& other things.)

a/n. rev writes this knowing well she’s awkward w physical touch ‘n has never kissed a guy. hdjshsh.

info. fem!reader. fluff !! + a bit sugg. established relationships. kissing, making out. mentions of bsd s5ep11 spoilers for dazai. pinch of angst if you squint.

DAZAI loves to listen to you ramble. he loves listening to you pour out your mind’s lively ideas to him out loud, whether it’d be something super philosophical that could match even his intellect, or something insignificant like the tv show you were watching last night before you fell asleep, waiting for him to come home. he is fascinated by anything and everything you say—so much, he wants to shroud the part of your body that speaks with love.

Which, of course, applied when Dazai finally returned to you from Meursault, after what had seemed like himself or you trying to cross the infinite sea of time.

You ran towards Dazai, his face clear and unhidden from the full moon’s light. He stood there with the biggest smile on his face, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck and envelope his taller figure in your embrace, but oh, he shouldn’t assume and expect loving gestures so quickly.

Instead, he was met with a fist to his chest, a punch with quite some power packed into it. Not enough to actually hurt him, of course, but Dazai would react dramatically either way.

“O-Ow! Bella!? What was that for?”

He looked down at you, catching an emotion as intense as fire in your eyes as you met his concerned, honey-dipped ones back, realizing you were being serious. Your fist was still connected to his upper body, and he stole a quick glance to observe your state—good, she’s been taking care of herself; she hasn’t skipped her meals—before meeting your face once again.

You let him bathe in a few moments of anxious silence before you finally started shouting.

“You didn’t even warn me!”

“I had no idea where you were!”

“Do you know how scared I felt?!”

Dazai continued to stand in place, not backing away when you continued to throw feeble punches at his torso with every frustration you cried out, when tears started to fall from your eyes, and when you stopped boxing him to surrender into his chest but not holding your tongue just yet.

“You’re so stupid and insane for this one, Osamu. Prison?! And you couldn’t even get a telephone to…yknow? Call me? Talk to me? I hate y—”

“Shh.”

Dazai had cupped your face, and before you could speak anymore, he sealed his lips over yours. Immediately, you kissed him back, abandoning all anger toward him by his action.

His eyes were half-lidded as he admired how yours looked in the silver moonlight. Up close, you were encompassed in his signature smell of green tea and a hint of mint, tempting you to keep him close to you even more.

“I…missed you so much, ‘samu” you said in between kisses.

“I’ve missed you even more.” You were lifted off of your feet, legs wrapped around his waist, as Dazai continued to press his mouth onto yours. He meant what he said—he savored the feeling of your warmth on him and the taste of your lips once again after not having it for so long. And robbing you of the same bliss along with it.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make everything up to you, love,” he whispered as your hands found their way to sift through his soft, brunette hair. “I’ll kiss you as many times as you wish.”

“I’m sure you will even when I don’t wish,” you replied as you both pulled away for air, chuckling. “You’re not sly—we both know you kiss me to shut me up.”

“And I don’t see a problem with it?” he asked, his usual smug smile returning to his face before he gently peppered your forehead next.

“No. No, I don’t either.”

CHUUYA loves to spoil you. the top mafia executive spoils you with gifts, jewelry, accessories, breakfast…lunch…dinner, you name it. he also loves to spoil you with affection. after long days at work, he is always relieved to come home to the one good and comforting person in the world.

“Welcome home, Chuuya!” you greeted as you heard the front door open, the ginger-haired entering the house.

“Whatever you’re making smells delicious, doll,” he responded in a delightful tone, probably the first time he spoke so pleasantly all day.

You smiled. “I just finished making dinner.”

He walked toward you in the kitchen, pulling you into a hug.

“What’s up?” you replied, giggling at embrace as you wrapped your arms around him in return.

“Just missed you, that’s all,” Chuuya replied. “ You’re heaven-sent, yknow.”

You felt touched by his words. “I missed you too, Chuu,” you replied. “And I’m glad you feel that way. You deserve the best, and that’s what I’m trying to be.”

“Doll, you are the best. And you deserve the best,” he responded.

“Like this.” He gently lifted the custom necklace clasped around you. It was his present for one of your anniversaries, brought from some foreign country.

“But you deserve even more than material things.” He moved hair out of your face as he looked into your eyes.

He then moved closer to your face until his lips brushed over yours, and you could feel the warmth of his face.

“Something like this,” he said and then kissed you.

Luxurious as he was, his cologne smelled the same, completely engulfing you in his world. Chuuya showed you just how much you deserved by trailing his hands down to your waist, soothingly adoring every part. Meanwhile, his cerulean eyes gazed into yours, recording how pretty you looked to save in his mind.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.”

He felt you smile against his lips. “And you’re so handsome.” You broke away and then took the hat off of Chuuya’s head.

“You’re like…the person who can pull off the fedora the best.” You placed the hat on your head, his scent even more prominent on that accessory.

“You say that, yet I think I have competition now. Y’look cute with it on too.” Chuuya smiled, approving you with his signature hat.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Let’s eat now before the food gets cold.”

RANPO was very high-maintenance. you had to buy him snacks, you had to give him hugs, you had to do anything in the best wishes of the world’s greatest detective or else…he’d whine. and once he started complaining, he would not back down until you gave in. yet, however childish he was, you found him cute and didn’t love ranpo any less for his call of your affection.

“Ranpo! What do you need?”

Your boyfriend had run into the bathroom where you were trying to do your makeup, currently putting lipstick on your face.

“ ‘m really hungry,” he said, obnoxiously staring at you apply the red shade to your lips.

“Hungry? Oh, the snacks are in the pantry. I thought you’d already seen them?”

“No! I don’t want them!”

“Huh?” You paused and immediately turned toward him in utter disbelief that he had just declined his favorite food.

“Are you okay, Ranpo?”

“No!” He was unanticipatedly so loud that you flinched, accidentally running the lipstick off your mouth.

“…You’re not looking for snacks?”

“No!”

“Then what do you want?!”

“You!”

There was an awkward silence, and you noticed Ranpo’s face had gone entirely the shade of your lip as he stood, pouting.

It was apparent he was embarrassed for what he just blurted out. You almost wanted to laugh.

“You could’ve just asked me!” you replied with a chuckle in your voice. “Come here.”

Ranpo trodded toward you, still visibly frustrated.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“Well, first of all, you didn’t kiss me before I left for work this morning!”

You sighed, amused that he was whining so much because of that. And how he would never directly admit what he wanted from you—always making you have to solve puzzles and guess riddles to figure him out.

But it was also incredibly endearing how Ranpo took all your affections toward him to heart, no matter how big or small they were.

“Awh, I’m sorry I missed that,” you replied. “I’ll make that up to you.”

You kissed Ranpo’s cheek, stamping a red signature on the spot. You moved to his other cheek, and then his forehead, and then everywhere in between until he was covered in your smooches.

“Look!” you turned Ranpo toward the mirror for him to see what art you’ve created on him.

“You’re forgetting one place,” he said, turning his face to look at all angles.

“Really? Where?” you asked. He surely didn’t need anymore—his whole face showed proof you touched him everywhere with your lips.

“Here stupid, duuuuh,” he responded, kissing you on the lips. He moved your back to the edge of the sink counter, and then lifted you up to sit on it.

“Hungry, are you?” you giggled as he teased you with his tongue. “I avoided that spot on purpose, stupid.”

“Who are you calling stupid, stupid?” He ran his thumb over the stain your lipstick messed up on. You could feel him smirk.

“You, stupid! It was your fault after all. And look at your face!”

“Sweetheart, if you’re calling me stupid, you are too. One, you’re just stupid, and two, you’re stupid for being with me!”

You pulled back, laughing. “If I must be stupid to be with you, then I guess I’m stupid.”

“There’s a solution! If you call me smart, it’ll make you smart.”

“Fine, Ranpo. You’re the smartest person I know in this world.”

NIKOLAI loves surprising you. he finds your sudden reactions nothing short of adorable. which is why he caught you off-guard so much, so that he could see the cute responses you made, duh? widened eyes, mini jumps, and yelps were a few things he oddly took delight in.

Which is why the jester loves to surprise you with a kiss whenever he greets you. Though, whenever he does, you receive no warning. And you never know whether he wants to give you a simple peck on the lips or a full-on makeout session. It was expected to always be unexpected.

You were walking down the hallway to your room with a basket of clean laundry when you suddenly heard the all-too-familiar cheery, charismatic voice.

“Dove being productive, hm?” he chirped.

You scanned the entire room with your eyes, but you couldn’t see Nikolai anywhere, even though there was nowhere to hide.

“Kolya?”

“Hehe…I think it’s time for a quiz time!! Where am I?

“Am I here?” You heard a swift movement to the right of you, but as you turned, nothing was there.

“Orrr, here?” Now, you felt something brush your left side, but once again, when you turned to look, you were greeted only by Casper.

“How about here?” His voice was suddenly quieter but closer, more intimate.

You felt his frame against your back.

“Kolya!” you jolted in reflex, dropping the laundry basket—not expecting Nikolai to appear right behind you—but then, he surprised you even more by turning your face to the side and crashing his lips into yours.

He was so tall that he could easily lean over you to kiss you from behind your back.

You made a muffled squeal, and in the next moment, Nikolai had you against the wall with your hands above your head.

He stared at you as if nothing else in the world mattered because he already knew the reaction he would get out of you. You felt so shy and vulnerable under his complete gaze, but Nikolai was also mean—he didn’t allow you to move an inch to save face.

He wanted to enjoy the full show.

“H-hey! You can at least blink…” you blurted out when he finally let your face go, though he immediately grabbed you again seconds after.

“Hm? What’d you say, dove?” he asked, kissing you again. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were so soft and tasted like candy—how could he not be greedy for more?

“You’re so cute, baby!” he exclaimed when he finally pulled back. You were panting—Nikolai showed no mercy when he wanted you to himself.

But you still smiled in return when he gently bopped you on the nose with his mouth, a stark contrast to what he just did.

“Ah, did I get carried away?” He only then noticed you out of breath. “Sorry, I just missed you so much!”

“It’s alright,” you replied, hugging him, the scent of strawberry cake lingering on his body. “Though, whatever happened to a hi; hello?”

“You’ll never get anything boring from me, dove,” Nikolai giggled. “That’s one thing I’m certain of.”

SIGMA treats you like the most precious thing in the world, a princess. you need your shoes tied? oh, he’s on the floor with the laces. you need to go somewhere? he’s driving you there. you want to visit the sky casino? he would rig all the games so that you’d win every time. sigma is sweet and polite—he would always make sure you are fine with something before going ahead with it.

“How about here? I think this is a nice spot.”

“Okay! Let’s set our stuff here then.”

You and Sigma set down everything you brought for your evening picnic on the hills. The spot he had pointed out was directly in front of the sun setting behind the mountains, its golden glow bathing the earth in the day’s final hour of light.

Once all the food was organized on the blanket, you took out a couple of ribbons from your pocket.

“Do you want me to help you?” Sigma asked as you tried to figure out where to put them in your already-styled hair without a mirror. He noticed your struggle.

“Oh! Sure,” you replied with a shy smile, and immediately after, he was behind you, taking the braids in your hair and tying the ribbons onto those.

“Thank you,” you replied when he was done, and when Sigma stepped back, he smiled in admiration.

“Of course.” He took your hand as you both sat beside each other.

“It’s so pretty here.” You turned to face the mountains, the sun halfway below the horizon. “You were right; this is the perfect spot!”

You looked back at Sigma, but it seemed like he paid no attention to the view at all. His eyes were only on you.

“…Sigma?”

“Y-you look really pretty,” he said, eyes not leaving once you made eye contact with him.

“…Can I kiss you?”

Immediately, you felt your heart melt because your lover was so innocent and lovely. You had been together for months, yet he was still asking for permission to kiss you.

“Of course, Sigma! We’re literally dating, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

“O-okay!” You giggled at his smitten reaction.

You closed your eyes and puckered your lips in a dramatic act of preparation.

It seemed you had been mistaken, though. Because, he had kissed you on the forehead.

“O-Ohh—oops, I thought you meant-”

But then, Sigma’s lips were over yours. His hand that wasn’t holding yours gently guided your face towards his. His touches were all tender, expressing how much he adored you.

You wrapped your own free hand around his neck, pulling him closer. You opened your eyes slightly to take a peek, seeing his own were fluttered closed under such pretty eyelashes, and his expression content, basking in your comfort.

It was as if you and him finally breaking away was the moon’s cue to rise. The sun had set entirely by the time you were done, shades of warm-toned colored clouds left as a trail.

“That was sneaky of you, Sigma,” you laughed, cheeks warm and your head a bit hazy from how everything in the setting was so dreamy. “You tricked me by going for my forehead first.”

“I wasn’t going to kiss you straight-up like that! It was intimidating, you just waiting!”

You laughed some more, seeing his own cheeks tint a light shade of pink. “Come on, let’s eat.”

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[coolyiooo]

What BSD Men Do When Your Desperate For Them

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

❗Warnings❗: SMUT, MDNI, breeding kink, begging, cock warming, public, overstimulation, whimpering, moaning, groaning, quivering, trembling, rounds, masturbating, dirty talk, squirting, praise, degrading, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

Ever since you came to work, you have been so horny for Dazai. You thought you could wait until after work, but it seemed impossible. Without thinking much about it, you went towards Dazai and dragged him out of his chair, making him and everybody else startled. 

He asked you what was wrong but didn't answer and pulled him into the bathroom, basically tossing him on top of the toilet seat, which made him grunt. You straddled his lap and roughly kissed him, hearing a muffled yelp coming from him that turned into quiet groans. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and your hand pulled him deeper into your lips, clenching his hair.

His hands caressed your ass and thighs, which soon slid up and down your back, trying to feel more of your body.You were both moaning silently in the heated make out until you pulled away "I need you so much, Osamu. I can't hold myself back. please fuck me" you said while grinding your hips against his

He instantly picked you up and slammed your back against the wall, kissing your lips in a needy matter and moaning into it. You grabbed his hand and slid it under your underwear, Dazai understood what you were saying and started to rub your clit.

You pulled away from the kiss to moan "Mmn~ Osamu~ I need you inside~"

You slid your hand into his pants and stroked making him moan "Oh, Belladonna~ I didn't know you could ever be so desperate for my cock~" he slightly smirks

He takes off your pants and lowers his to reveal his hard dick "I love this side of you, Bella~ look how hard you made me"

He aligned the tip to your drenching cunt making you sigh deeply in satisfaction. He started to tease you by sliding the head of his cock against your folds, making you whine that he hasn't pushed himself inside yet

He chuckles quietly "I would love it if you beg a little more for me, bella~ tell me how much you want me to fuck you"

Usually you'd probably give him a 'are you fucking kidding me?' look, but all you were focused on was getting his dick inside you and you already lost all dignity

You pulled him closer to you as you kissed his bandaged neck and chest "please Osamu, fuck me hard. I need you so much it's all I can think about right now. please make me cum" you pleaded against his skin

He immediately plunged his cock inside you. Both of you almost cumming from the amazing pleasure and moaning loudly. You felt the other twitch aggressively. Dazai didn't waste any time to fuck you at a fast pace. You already felt like you were at your limit.

You gripped harshly on his shoulders while moaning loudly "O-Osamu! I-im g-gonna~!"

Right as you finished the sentence you came on his cock, squeezing him more tightly and screamed a moan from the euphoric release you've been waiting for.

God you turned him on so much. The way you looked right now made him throb aggressively inside you. He whimpered as he also felt his limit.

He still fucked you even after you came "NGH~! you came on my cock immediately? so naughty Ah~! Oh Bella~ f-fuck your squeezing me so tightly~ I'm going to cum~!"

"I-inside~! Ah~! Inside 'Samu~ please~!"

With your begging, he shot his cum inside you, making you cum again and squirt on him. You both moaned and whimpered loudly, digging your nails into eachother from the intensity. You were both in pure bliss.

Your vision went blurry and legs were numb while his legs trembled almost like he's about to drop to his knees.You both breathed heavily trying to calm down.

While panting you said "that's felt amazing" You laid your head against the wall with your eyes closed that soon shot wide open when Dazai rammed his cock into you at a quick pace, already hard for you again. You gasped a moan

"Ah~ Look at what you've done to me, y/n~ agh~ you feel so good I can't stop mnn~! I know you want more so let's keep going~!"

💚RANPO💚

While working at the ADA. You got extremely horny and you didn't know what to do until you remembered you have a cute bf. You looked at Ranpo and saw him eating snacks

You just stared at the man until he noticed you staring. When he finally noticed your stare he immediately knew what you wanted, but he just kept staring at you.

You were getting slightly frustrated that he didn't say or do anything until he slowly started to smirk and got back to eating his snacks

You looked at him in disbelief and realized he's just fucking toying with you, so you thought 'you know what? Fuck him' and left your seat to go to the restroom to solve your own problem, kind of stomping your way out.

His eyes followed you and he knew what you were going to do

When you got inside one of the stalls and sat down, you slid your hand down your pants to and rubbed your clit. You'd never self pleasure yourself at a public restroom, but you've also never been this horny and didn't care, only thinking about having an orgasm.

You felt how wet you already were and let out soft moans from the awaited pleasure you've been craving. After awhile you heard the door slam open, making you jump."You certainly didn't waste any time"

you noticed the voice and saw Ranpo's shoes under the door "Open the door, sugar" you could sense him smirking

You didn't move" I thought you cared about your snacks more" you said with attitude

Suddenly you saw Ranpo crawl under the door, startling you again while blushing "Jesus! Couldn't wait a minute?" You raised your voice

"Oh, so you don't want my cock? I'm pretty sure your fingers can't compare to me. It's written all over your face" he smiles

You looked away knowing he was right. He put a hand on the wall that was behind you and leaned towards your ear "tell me you want me, sugar~"

He placed a hand on the hand that you used to masturbate, then slowly slid his hand under your pants, grazing over your clit.

You whimpered quietly "it's not that hard, sugar~ just tell me how much you want me" he smirks widely

You gulped "I need you so much Ranpo. Please fuck me. I want you inside me and to make me cum please" you begged while blushing

He then pulls you up to your feet and pushed your back against the door, lifting one of your legs to put around his waist. He kissed your lips while he unzipped his pants, kindly kneeing your cunt. You then started to pull down your own pants.

He slides your underwear to the side and placed the head of his cock at your entrance, feeling how dripping wet you were "someone was desperate" he said in a low voice before he slammed his cock inside you.

You moaned loudly and immediately came on his cock, clenching tightly on his hair and shoulder. He whimpered from how good your pussy twitched against him and how tight you were.

He gave you a couple seconds to calm down, then started to fuck your cunt, making you moan and whimper "R-Ranpo! So good~ ah~! your doing so fucking good~! Mmn~ don't stop!"

You felt him throb inside you from the praise. He whimpered and panted "Y-your squeezing me so much~ i- I'm going to- mmn~"

He wasn't expecting to feel his release so soon, but the more you praised and clenched him, he couldn't hold back. He thrusts suddenly became sloppy and fast until he came inside you with a loud whimper.

His body trembled and basically let himself fall into your arms. Your arms were holding him up as you started to feel his cum drip out of you. He was panting heavily .

Out of no where, you pushed him on the seat and got on his lap, lowering your hips onto his cock. Ranpo laid his head all the way back as he moaned. You begin to jump on his cock that was becoming hard again.

"Ah~! So good~ I need more of you, Ranpo ngh~ please lets do it again~"

He whimpered loudly from your words as he held onto your hips tightly to help you move faster. His cock hit deeper inside you and your cunt soaked his cock from your cum and his. You both moaned from the amazing pleasure.

"Mhmm~! More, sugar~ don't stop~ mmn~ I need more of you too~!"

💜FYODOR💜

Your boyfriend has been working a lot lately and hasn't had enough time to have sex with you. So naturally over time you got more horny and couldn't even self pleasure yourself because he forbid anybody or anything else to make you cum besides him.

You were extremely pent up and decided to just interrupt him while he was on his five monitors. You wrapped your arms around him and whispered in his ear "Fedya, Im so horny"

He stopped typing and took a minute to process what you just said. He then turned his head towards you with no expression "Darling, not right now. I'm fairly busy-"

You interrupted his sentence and grabbed his cheeks to make him look directly into your eyes to show him your serious "No Fedya, I N e e d Y o u inside me right now" you basically ordered

His eyes widen slightly for a split second then he smirks while tilting his head "You need me that much, myshka~?"

You blush "Y-yes, It hurts Fedya, Please"

He thought about your request for a couple seconds before responding "Come" he said while patting his lap for you to sit on

You began to straddle him and looked into his eyes. He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a kiss, making you sigh from satisfaction. He grabbed your ass and forced them to move against his hips. You started to moan as he started to get hard

When he was ready, he told you to remove your pants, which you complied, as he zipped down his pants to free his cock. You got back on his lap and kiss his lips again.he lifted your body to align his cock against your entrance and eventually sank your hips down on his dick.

You moaned loudly, the pleasure was already amazing. You were about to jump on his cock when he suddenly held your hips down "Don't move, love" he said calmly

That's when you realized he was planning for you to only cock warm him. You whined "Fedya, please"

"You said you just needed me inside you, correct?" You saw him smirk widely

"But, Fedya-" He put a finger up to your lips to silence you

"Be patient until I'm done with work"He then began to work and act like he wasn't even inside you.

You were dazed but decided to just wait and see what happens, but every once in awhile you felt him throb inside you which felt amazing, considering how sensitive your cunt was just by being pent up. The more you thought about it the more your cunt squeezed and twitched against his cock which only made him throb more. The sensation was becoming too much for you and you felt electricity flow throughout your body.

You suddenly squeezed his shoulders and came on his cock while whimpering loudly. His cock felt how wet and tight you got from your orgasm and you felt his cock twitch more aggressively. He sighed deeply, trying to fight off the urge to fuck the shit out of you, but he composed himself

"Myshka..Did you cum without my permission?" He said with dark eyes

You hugged him tighter "I need you so much, Fyodor please! Please cum inside. please make me cum. I'm sorry that I came without your permission, but please fuck me"

He didn't do or say anything for a long time which made you nervous. You were about to say something until he started to force your hips to ride his cock

You moaned loudly from the pleasure of overstimulation "Y-yes oh my God yes~"

"Mmn~ so wet and needy~ hah~ clenching down on me~ your such a filthy little thing for me, myshka~" he smiles at you

"Y-yeah~ ah~! your the only one who makes me like this~"

"Ngh~ I've told you to never disturb me while I work and you've cum without my approval. You know what I have to do, myshka~" he suddenly pulls himself out of you

You whimpered "Please punish me later, my love "

He smirks at you "Let's play a game. You have one minute to satisfy me. If you win, I'll drop my work and comply with your needs, and if I win, you'll have to wait until tonight or longer."

Before you could process his condition, he spoke again "Your time begins now"

You Immediately started to jump on his cock roughly. The chair you were both sitting on kept rattling from the motion. You moaned his name and showered him with praises loudly to hopefully send him over the edge "Your so deep Fyodor~ mmn~! your the best man I've ever been with~ ah~! no one has made me feel this good~!"

He felt a heavy wave of pleasure go throughout his body "Ngh~ Myshka~"

He closed his eyes to focus on how amazing you felt. To tell you the truth, he was pretty pent up as well. He let out small groans to try and hold himself back from being loud. His cock twitched more and got bigger. It felt amazing and you felt your release coming "I'm going to- Can I cum? Please Fedya~" you moaned

He responded to you by forcing your hips to move faster on his dick. He gasps as he also found his release and you whimpered loudly. You both came at the same time, twitching and breathing heavily. His hot cum coated your walls. It's what you've been waiting to feel for so long.

He put his hand on your cheek to make you look at him. You looked so cute when you were a mess. He panted while smiling at you. "Seems like you've won, moya lyubov. Let's move this to the bedroom shall we? You've gotten me all excited now so take responsibility"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You started off the day very horny for no reason. When you go to work it was hard to keep your mind focused since all you could think about was your bf being inside of you, but you didn't want to bother him, even the sight of him was too much for you. So you decided to go lay on the of the couches to keep your head out of the clouds.

You were reading a book. You were still pretty horny and it only got worse when all of a sudden Atsushi decided to be with you. "Hey, y/n!" he kissed you forehead with a warm smile

You felt your body jolt as arousal flowed through your inner thighs. Your eyes widen slightly with blushed cheeks."How are you feeling, y/n? You've been kind of distant today. Are you sick?"

He put a hand on your forehead to check your temperature, but you grabbed his hand and without thinking, slid it under your underwear and placed it on your clit, making you moan quietly.

His face turned completely red "y-y/n-!" You covered his mouth with your hand "I need you Atsushi. Please, I can't handle it anymore. I want you inside me right now" you begged with pleading eyes

He seemed too stunned to speak. You decided to not wait for an answer and just drag him into a storage room. You began to kiss him roughly while palming his clothed dick, earning a muffled moan from him.

He pulled away "wait, y/n, what if someone finds us?"

You began to kissed his neck "so what if they do? Your all I can think about right now" you pulled away and looked him in the eyes "so please fuck me"

He looked at you with a bit of a worried expression, but after some thinking, he gently kissed your lips again. His hands were on your hips as he slowly pushed your back up against the wall. Your hands were busy taking off your own pants that soon unbuckled Atsushi's belt. After his belt was off, he unzipped his pants to free his hard cock.

All of a sudden he picks you up. Your back still against the wall and your legs wrapped around his hips while his hands were busy carrying your body. He placed the head of his cock on your entrance and then rammed it all inside you. You both whimpered loudly from the impact "y-y/n~ your so tight~ mmn~ it almost hurts~"

"Please, Atsushi fuck me hard. It already feels so good~" you pleaded

With those words, he pounded into you aggressively and fast. His cock hitting your womb and fueling you with pleasure. You kept moaning his name as he kept whimpering. The way his cock slid in and out of you, hit your g-spot, and how he whimpered made you find your climax quickly

"Atsushi~! Ah~! Don't stop- mmn~! I'm going to cum~!" You moaned before aggressively cumming on his cock

Your cunt squeezed him tighter and twitched. It felt like a vibrator and he too found his climax. You both moaned loudly. His cum filled you up and it only made you want more of it. He was breathing heavily from his release.

He then gasps when he felt your hips move against his sensitive cock. "Don't stop, Atsushi~ you feel too good~ I need more of you"

It was like his body had a mind of its own and decided to fuck your brains out again. You both moaned from overstimulation kicking in "y/n~ you feel amazing~ ngh~! How can I stop when you beg for me like that~?"

Your mind was clouded with arousal that it only made you think of the pleasure and you squirted on him "y-yes~! Atsushi~" you moaned loudly

He didn't stop though, he only whimpered louder "can't stop now, y/n~ ah~! sorry, it feels too good~ mmn~! let's stop until we can't cum anymore, okay?"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

The whole day you've been thinking about getting fucked by Chuuya, but unfortunately he was out doing some typical mafia executive business. You couldn't wait all day and decided to go help him out on his mission, with Mori's permission ofc.

You eventually found Chuuya. He was in this small house and in a fight with three men. You knew he could deal with it himself, but he was toying with the men and taking his sweet time. You couldn't sit and wait for him to be done playing with these men and suddenly swooped in and shot the men dead in two seconds.

It startled Chuuya immensely, but when he saw you, he was honestly a bit more relieved "d-doll? What are you doing here? And I could've handled them myself"

"You were taking too long" you responded while walking towards him and putting your gun away

He scoffs "You still didn't answer my question, doll. Why are you here?" He reached his hand out to put it on your cheek, but before he could even touch you, you pulled him into an aggressive kiss startling him again.

You pulled away and looked into his eyes "I need you so bad, Chuuya. I need you to fuck me hard please. I want you inside me"

He blushed with wide eyes "Wha- right now?" He asked in disbelief

"No, Chuuya, tomorrow" you responded sarcastically

You grabbed his hand and dragged him into a bedroom that was part of the small house y'all were in. You pushed him on the bed and got on top of him kissing his neck "I need you, Chuuya. I can't think of anything else but you, please" you pleaded while grinding your hips against his clothed cock.

He groaned lowly "b-babe, you sure you didn't hit your head or something?"

"No, you just can't make me think straight" you responded while kissing his skin

He blushed "you need me that much?" He asked, almost like he was talking to himself

He didn't wait for you to respond and flip you over on your back and began to kiss your neck "well if you need me so badly how could I resist? Your so sexy when you beg for my cock, doll~" he smirks

He then pulls your pants off roughly and lowers his own to free his hard dick "you see what you've done to me?" He pulls your hips towards his "this belongs here" he said before he plunged his cock inside you and immediately hit your g-spot

You came instantly on his dick from the euphoric sensation that you've been so desperate for. You arched your back and moaned loudly. Chuuya's eyes widen "already? You really were desperate for me, huh, doll? G-god your clamping down on me~"

He starts to pound into your cunt. Both you moaned from the sweet feeling. He throbbed inside you and your quivering cunt sent shivers down his spine.

"So good~ mmn~ Chuuya, it feels so good~ agh~! I want your cum so bad~ " you moaned while scratching his clothed back

Your words turned him on so much "you want my cum?" He asked tauntingly

"Uh-huh~ mmn~! I need it~!" He moaned from your words and went at a faster pace.

You moaned more praises which only fueled his arousal. Your cunt rubbed his cock too good that he already found his limit. With one last thrust, he shot his cum inside you, grunting loudly. You came again when you felt his cum, whimpering.

He was panting and trembling slightly. He looked at you and your eyes were slightly closed and your chest was going up and down from breathing. Your hand moved to his soft cock and stroked him softly, making him jolt and gasp.

"I want more, Chuuya" you whined with pleading eyes

You felt him becoming hard again. He looked into your eyes "How could I say no to you when your begging me like that~? I'll fill you up as much as you'd like"

[retroaria]

★ unlikely trio

⟡ ݁₊ what it was like working with osamu dazai and chuuya nakahara as port mafia operatives ₊ .⟡

platonic!dazai + chuuya x gn!reader | this is definitely based on 15-18 y/o dazai and chuuya! they are both executives and you’re under them but still high ranking. use of y/n btw. this is short i just wanted to do some silly hc's for my favorite boys :)

• | BSD M.LIST | reblogs are apprectiated! | •

⋆˙⟡ chuuya hates to make you the mediator, but dazai insists. when these two are locked in on one upping each others level of arrogant asshole, dazai seeks you out to be the final voice of reason just so he can see which of them will be scolded the most - he knows they’re both being stupid. because of his vulgarity, chuuya usually gets the shorter end of the stick in these competitions (competitions that exist only in dazai’s head btw)

D: “Did you see that!? Chuuya just bit me!”

C: “I did not bite you, i’m not some kind of wild animal.”

D: “No, I think you’re a creature far more sinister actually…”

C: “If you don’t shut the hell up I’ll actually bite your head off.”

D: “You see! Y/n! Someone has to reprimand this feral beast.”

Y/N: “Chuu~ you can’t just say you’re gonna bite his head off…”

C: “HE STARTED IT AND HE LIED!”

D: “My accusation doesn’t seem too far off for someone who just threatened to orally behead me, read the room Nakahara.”

⋆˙⟡ pushing and shoving each other to get through the doorway first. you or chuuya usually assume the role of line leader but when it comes to making an entrance dazai can’t help but weasel his way in there with an annoying amount of force. this doesn’t necessarily pertain to you, as dazai does this when it’s just him and chuuya as well…or anyone really - he’s gotta make a grand entrance.

⋆˙⟡ letting you win at arcade games just so chuuya feels like the only one who couldn’t beat him.

⋆˙⟡ you being the only thing that could get those two to sit down and have a normal meal together. they know you mean business when you invite them out to eat so they put their big boy pants on.

⋆˙⟡ you and dazai coming up with dangerous but efficient plans that chuuya spends the entirety of the mission refuting. alternatively: you and chuuya coming up with safe and well thought out plans that dazai spends the entirety of the mission ruining.

⋆˙⟡ they both go to you to talk about their troubles id think, although dazai does it in a much more sly manner; not really telling you anything but just wanting to have someone to talk to. chuuya really lets it all out on you, he’s a a bit of a trauma dumper when he feels he can be. sometimes one of them will walk in on you when you’re with the other and they both look at you feeling so betrayed.

D: “I can’t believe you double booked…today is MY DAY.”

C: “Shut it freak, I had plans with them first you’re such a little brat.”

D: “So cold…I’ll have you know I was invited.”

⋆˙⟡ dazai spends a lot of time trying to get you to understand the way he thinks. he’s totally emotionally and mentally stunted though, so he ends up speaking in riddles and not getting his point across as smooth as he’d like to sometimes. chuuya doesn’t explain his thought process to you at all and then gets mad when both dazai and you aren’t getting what he’s putting down.

⋆˙⟡ they both feel the need to get your opinion on big decisions they might be making concerning operations. dazai will dance around his proposals and take in your reactions based on the little info he gives you. chuuya tells you the situation straight up and asks what you would do if you were him.

⋆˙⟡ dazai feels that you need very little protection and can handle things on your own, his logic is that you couldn’t have gotten as far as you did if you weren’t capable. chuuya sees you as one of his valued subordinates and will go out of his way to ensure your safety (though he doesn’t do that for anyone else but if you died who else would protect him from dazai’s emotional abuse?)

[chuuyrr]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒 .ᐟ

feat. dazai, chuuya, fyodor

ꨄ˙ SYNOPSIS: bsd men as girl dads to their daughters

ꨄ˙ CW(s): f! mom! reader, established relationship (married to your lover ofc), fluff, short scenarios, not proofread

DAZAI was humming the quiet melody of his 'certain' song as he cradles his little one. the baby in his arms was sniffling, crying softly and practically looking at him with tearful brown eyes that resembles his. he gently hushes and cradles baby sonoko in his arms, his soothing hums a lullaby in the quiet room.

sonoko was a captivating blend of both you and dazai. with her dark hair that mirrored dazai's locks and the bright twinkle in her [color] eyes reminiscent of your own, she was practically a living canvas of your shared features.

dazai gently rocks baby sonoko in his arms, whispering soothing words to calm her cries. the soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the room, creating a serene atmosphere. he cradles her close, the warmth of his embrace a comforting haven.

"hush, my little one," he murmurs, his voice a gentle melody. "there, there, sonoko. daddy is here." dazai presses a tender kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with paternal affection, "no need for tears, little darling."

he softly sang a lullaby, the words weaving through the air like a protective cocoon. as the room embraced a peaceful stillness, sonoko's cries transformed into quiet sniffles.

dazai continued to sway gently, cherishing the precious moment of connection with his baby girl. he places her head against his chest, manipulating his heart beat into a calming rate to ground her with its sound.

you lay in bed, exhausted, but you find yourself smiling in the calmness of the night as you see your husband and daughter share a quiet bond, the world outside fading away. dazai's love for sonoko radiated in every soothing touch, a promise to always be there, hushing away any fears or tears that may come.

"you're doing that thing with your heart again, aren't you?" you whisper softly to dazai, quietly giggling.

dazai glances at you, still cradling the fruit of your love to his chest, he gently strides to your side and presses a lingering kiss on your forehead, "yeah, i am."

"i still don't get how you do that though, but it works, doesn't it?" you say softly as you see how your baby girl is all calm now.

you extend your arms to reach for sonoko but dazai gently refuses to do so, and he shakes his head as he insists, "shh, let me look after her. you go get some rest, darling."

"are you sure, osamu? sonoko can get a bit fussy," you ask softly as dazai uses his free hand that wasn't carrying sonoko to gently push you to lie back down in bed and pull the blanket over your chest.

"i'm certain. please, my love. you're exhausted from feeding her and looking after. it's daddy's turn to take over, okay?" dazai chuckles softly as sonoko began to coo and pat her tiny hands against her daddy, "we're ok."

"okay," you giggle quietly as you look at your husband and daughter, "try not to give your daddy a bad time, okay sonoko?"

sonoko merely coo and giggle at the sound of your voice before they intensified in volunme when dazai started to tickle her sides and pepper her cute round face in kisses, the rain of affection from her father making her happy.

CHUUYA sighs, holding baby saika in his arms as her cries echoed through the room. he paced around, trying to replicate the comfort saika found in her mother's presence—your presence.

although your child resembled very much like you, she got her traits and personality mostly from chuuya. she even throws quite the fuss when she was upset, and chuuya only realizes it now that you're away for a while.

"shh, saika, it's okay. come on, now." he whispers softly, his voice a mixture of reassurance and longing.

despite his best efforts to spoil her with affection, saika's cries persisted and he feels a pang of helplessness, "mommy will be back soon, little one. until then, it's just you and me, okay?" chuuya continued to sway, his touch tender and caring.

but saika's cries merely intensified, and chuuya's frustration grew. he couldn't replace the warmth and comfort that only her mother seemed to provide.

chuuya's heart sank as he looked down at his precious little one, her tear-filled eyes gazing up at him with a mix of sadness and yearning. he felt a wave of helplessness wash over him, an ache in his chest as he desperately wished he could ease her distress.

"come on, saika," chuuya whispers softly, his voice a blend of sorrow and affection. he cradles her even closer, tracing gentle circles on her back. "what's making you so upset, huh? don't you want toys? food? sweetheart, please."

saika's tiny lips quivered, and her cries persisted. chuuya's usual fiery determination waned in the face of his daughter's tears. money and gifts meant nothing in this moment. though he had her spoiled with everything and anything, she didn't seem to want any of those things as she would only squirm, kick and throw those things away in a tantrum.

in a moment of realization, chuuya gently sets aside the lavish toys and the carefully prepared food. he holds saika to his face and he looks into her teary eyes and finally, he understood the true source of her distress.

"it's not about the toys or the treats, is it, saika?" he muses softly, a smile forming on his face. cradling her up in his arms, he held her close, focusing on the simple act of giving her his undivided attention.

as he spoke soothingly to her, chuuya sensed the shift in saika's mood. her cries slowly gave way to sniffles, and she looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes. realizing that what she craved was the connection with her daddy, chuuya embraced the simplicity of the moment.

"dada's right here, baby," he whispers to saika, pressing a tender kiss on her cheek, "i got you."

in that instant, the room was filled not with the extravagant gifts he could provide, but with the warmth of a father's love that proved to be the most comforting of all.

he bounced her tenderly as he swayed around the room, the rhythm calming her sniffles. chuuya presses another soft kiss on her forehead, and saika's tiny hands clung to his shirt, finding solace in the familiar embrace.

as you entered the room later on, a tired yet content smile adorned chuuya's face. his hair was tied in a low ponytail with stickers and traces of food decorated his face. in his arms, little saika peacefully slept, nestled against his chest, her [color] hair braided with small butterfly clips.

chuuya looked up, and his eyes softened at the sight of you, "hey there, love," he greets you quietly, careful not to wake saika, "we had a little adventure, but someone decided it was time for a nap."

you couldn't help but giggle fondly at the adorable scene before you. the stickers and food smudges on your husband seemed like badges of a day well spent. saika, oblivious to your arrival, continued to sleep soundly in her father's arms.

quietly, chuuya rose from his spot, carefully transferring saika to her crib. as he joined you, he sighs happily and captures your lips in a tender kiss, "looks like our little one just wanted some dada time today." the exhaustion in his eyes was overshadowed by the joy of the shared moments.

"seems like it," you say softly as you wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss once again, "but hey, you did good. thanks for looking after saika."

"don't mention it, we're in this together. i can't have my darling wife do everything. you deserved a well-rested break today," chuuya whispers against your lips as nuzzles his nose against yours lovingly.

FYODOR cradled his precious lyubov on his lap, her wide eyes filled with curiosity. with a tender smile, he began to read from a novel, his deep yet gentle voice resonating through the quiet space.

"once upon a time, in the turbulent depths of the human soul, there lived a complex character named raskolnikov. he grappled with existential questions, much like the profound mysteries we face in our own lives," fyodor narrates, his gaze shifting between the words on the page and the wide-eyed innocence in lyubov's eyes.

as he continued reading, the intricate plot and philosophical undertones of the novel intertwined with the gentle rhythm of lyubov's breathing. fyodor couldn't help but adapt the narrative, transforming it into a bedtime story that echoed the complexities of morality and human nature.

lyubov, oblivious to the weighty themes, giggled in delight at her father's animated expressions. fyodor, in turn, savored the precious moments, cherishing the bond he was cultivating with his daughter.

as lyubov listened to her father's storytelling, a contagious giggle bubbled up from within her. with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she pointed at the novel in fyodor's hands.

giggling at the sight of her father's earnest storytelling, little lyubov couldn't contain her innocence as she pointed at the pages in amusement.

lyubov, with her jet-black hair cascading in waves down her shoulders, bore a striking resemblance to her father, fyodor. the deep purple hue of her eyes mirrored his own, reflecting a shared intensity that seemed to peer into the depths of the human soul.

yet, amidst these echoes of her father's traits, her features held a delicate familiarity, capturing the essence of her other parent—you. the gentle curve of her nose and the subtle arch of her eyebrows were reminiscent of your own distinct features too.

in a moment of quiet amusement, you turned to fyodor, your husband, a playful glint in your eyes, "isn't she a tad too young for stories like that, darling?" you ask, your laughter blending with the warmth of the dimly lit room as you enter your baby's room.

fyodor, with a gentle smile, glanced at lyubov, who had now nestled herself comfortably against his chest, before looking at you, "perhaps, my love," he replies, his voice carrying a touch of self-awareness, "but the beauty of storytelling is that it grows with the listener. however, if you insist, then i suppose i'll find tales more suited to her age, tales that will weave the magic of childhood without delving too deep into the complexities of the human psyche."

as lyubov cooed and giggled in response to your shared laughter, fyodor couldn't help but join in the merriment.

with a twinkle in his eye, he gently teases, "my, my. look at this, darling. it seems our little one has a taste for the profound, even if the words are a bit too deep for her tender age. perhaps we have a budding philosopher in our midst."

"perhaps, fedya," you say with a playful glint in your eyes, your lips curving into a smile.

you and fyodor share a tender kiss, the laughter lingering in the air as a sweet reminder that, in the midst of literature's complexities and parenting's challenges, there's always room for joy and lighthearted moments in the embrace of family love as lyubov was still nestled in fyodor's embrace, she continued to babble and gurgle, her infectious laughter filling the room.

ꨄ˙ A.N.: sonoko's name came from one of the dazai osamu's actual children. saika translates to fortune with its kanji meaning happiness and the moon. it was inspired by the poems of upon the tainted sorrow and the moon of the actual nakahara chuuya, but i purposely alluded the name to happiness instead. lyubov means love, and it is also the name of one of the actual children of fyodor dostoevsky. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ꨄ˙ TAGGING.: @chuunai @aureatchi (っ'ヮ'c) ₊˚⊹♡ !

this is a queued post by the way . . .

[chososcutie]

“Dares”

featuring soukuku the sillies (∩^-ڡ-^∩)

꒰ ─ ｡‧˚ʚ🍷ɞ˚‧｡ ┈ ｡‧˚ʚ🍷ɞ˚‧｡ ─ ｡‧˚ʚ🍷ɞ˚‧｡ ┈ ꒱

art credit: @spirthx on pinterest

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tags: drinking, lap dance, teasing, threesome (kinda?), fingering, etc etc

word count: 2.4k

KINKTOBER OCT. 25 ～(へ^^)へ

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓏊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚・・・・ ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓏊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚・・・・ ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓏊 ໒꒱ ‧

“Fucking can’t believe Mori made us do that.” One of your partners, Chuuya takes a long swallow of his drink, the burgundy wine rapidly disappearing from the cup as it slides down his throat.

Dazai scoffs slightly, lifting a glass to his lips as well. “Idiot, you barely did anything.”

He instantly turns, outraged. “Huh? What do you mean, shithead? You’re the one who just stood until the very end when I needed your No Longer Human ability!”

“Guys.” you sigh, already exasperated and tired from a long day on a mission for the Port Mafia with your two moron partners. “Let’s just have a few drinks in peace, without fighting.”

Chuuya glares over to where Dazai tauntingly sips his drink, an insufferable smirk etched across his face.

“Okay..” he finally grumbles, settling back into his seat.

“Let’s play a drinking game!” Dazai suddenly says, grinning mischievously as his gaze slides over to you.

"Drinking game?" you say dubiously, taking another drink.

"Where are you gonna get cards, doofus?" Chuuya shakes his head in disbelief at Dazai's vulgar tendencies.

"Don't need them." He has a certain look in his eye that, after working with him for so long, you knew meant trouble.

Chuuya studies him for a long moment, then with a sigh, leans back, his throat bobbing as he takes a long, contemplative drink. "Enlighten us." he finally says.

Dazai grins in victory, your hesitant expressions the first sign that you're going to give in to him. "Someone gives a dare, and if you're not willing to do it, you have to take a shot."

Chuuya tilts his head, seeming to mull it over. "Simple enough. I'm in." He glances over to where you're staring disdainfully at the two men.

"I guess I'll play."

At Dazai's triumphant expression, your expression narrows. "You two perverts better not turn this into anything overly dirty."

Chuuya, ever the gentleman, nods immediately. "Of course."

Dazai simply laughs, beginning to fill the shot glasses for each of you.

After pouring a generous amount into each, he sits back, clearly excited at the prospects laying ahead. "I'll start!" he says eagerly, and you and Chuuya exchange loaded looks, turning back to the man in front of you.

"Chuuyaa~" Dazai sing-songs, causing the ginger's eye to twitch in irritation. "Do a suggestive dance or take a shot."

"What the hell, man!" Chuuya practically snarls, reaching for the shot glass and downing it in an instant.

Dazai simply smirks, almost twirling his hair with giddiness. "Knew it. You're gonna be so drunk by the end of this, you won't even be able to walk straight."

You roll your eyes at their banter, starting to get annoyed. “Dazai. Kiss Chuuya or take a shot.”

Delighted, he turns to face Chuuya, beginning to lean in, before Chuuya slaps him away. “Idiot.” he growls, though you can’t deny the faint pinkness tinting his cheeks. “Just take your shot.”

As the game progresses, and you all become more and more tipsy, the boundaries of the game become more and more blurred as it quickly turns into something more suggestive.

Dazai turns to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “Give Chuuya a lap dance, or take a shot.”

Chuuya scoffs and you sigh, accepting your fate as you slide yourself over to sit on his lap, not wanting to become blackout drunk.

He stiffens, eyes wide. “I t-thought you were gonna take the shot.”

You toss your hair behind your shoulders, adjusting on his lap. “It’s fine, Chuuya. Dazai’s an idiot, and I don’t want to take any more shots.”

His breathing becomes slightly heavier and he simply nods, spreading his legs wider for you.

Dazai watches intently, his eyes fixed on you as he slightly shifts in his seat. “For a whole minute.”

You shoot Dazai a scowl which he responds to with a wink, before you begin to move atop the red-head.

Your hands come to his shoulders to support yourself and his hands fly to grip tightly on to your hips as you shift and arch your back, grinding over him.

His hands glide up your thighs, and the moment becomes more intimate as your breathing becomes slightly heavier and Chuuya stares at you, in a trance. You can feel his bulge straining underneath you, and can’t deny the fact that heat was beginning to blossom in your core.

The alcohol makes you hazy, and the minute is up before you realize, Dazai quickly ushering you off his lap, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes. “Okay, okay. Wrap it up.”

Chuuya lifts his hips, adjusting himself with a scowl pointed at Dazai. “It was your idea, shithead.”

Dazai waves him off. “Yeah, yeah. You gonna go, or just sit there bricked up for the rest of the night?”

Chuuya quickly looks down, shifting again as he practically spits out. “Take a shot off of Dazai or take two shots.”

Intrigued, Dazai turns to you eagerly and you slightly fold your arms over your chest with a frown. “I said I didn’t wanna take any more shots.”

Chuuya rolls his eyes, still trying to hide his growing erection. “Just do it.”

Turning away, you grab the shot, and to Dazai’s delight, tilt his chin up, placing the cool glass into his open mouth.

Dazai’s eyes close and you press your mouth on top of his, feeling his soft eager lips against yours.

Carefully, he flips you over without breaking the kiss, and the alcohol from the shot glass fills your mouth.

He draws back quickly, taking the shot glass out of his mouth, and saying, “don’t swallow,” before capturing your lips again, his tongue slipping into your mouth and coaxing the liquid into his throat as he drinks up every drop.

Drawing back, satisfied, he wipes his mouth. “There. Now you didn’t take a shot.”

Slightly flushed, your lips still parted, you look over to where Chuuya is watching, an indecipherable expression on his face. “I’ve got a dare.”

Dazai looks over indignantly, his cheeks slightly flushed from the moment you two had just shared. “It’s not your tur-”

“Since you enjoyed it so much, why don’t you kiss Dazai passionately for two minutes, without breaking apart.”

Dazai looks absolutely ecstatic at the idea, not even giving you a second to process Chuuya's words before he pulls you by the waist against him, crashing his lips to yours and slipping his tongue past your lips.

The heat of his mouth overwhelms you, and he pulls you tighter against him, and it’s just then that you feel how hard he is. You know you should stop now, before things escalate more than they already have, but you can’t, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him harshly against you, eliciting a soft whine from him.

“Two minutes are up.” a cool voice breaks into your trance, as you quickly draw back from Dazai, strings of saliva connecting you both.

But he’s not looking at you. He’s looking at Chuuya with a smirk on his face, and it’s then that you realize you’ve become a sort of competition between the two, to taunt and see just how far the other will go.

And the worst part was judging from the pulsing in between your thighs, you liked it.

“Chuuya.” Dazai says, voice smooth and indicative of trouble. “Your dare is to finger y/n.”

The room falls completely silent, save for the thud of your heartbeat as you stare at Chuuya, slack-jawed.

He sighs, reaching for the shot glass, unamused. “I’m not gonna-”

“What?” Dazai taunts. “You don’t like her?”

You tilt your head at Chuuya, a little hurt.

He quickly glances at you. “Of course I like her, you moron, it’s just that unlike some people I have morals-”

“Or, maybe you’re just scared. Can’t imagine you can do much with those fingers, being as short as you are.” Dazai continues on, unperturbed, clearly aiming for Chuuya’s weak spots. "I, on the other hand would do a great job. In fact-"

At this, Chuuya immediately springs up, growling out a harsh, “Fine! You want me to so bad, then I will! We'll see who does better!” Turning to you, he lifts you up onto the bar table, his tone turning more gentle. “Lie down for me, doll.”

You comply, blushing as you feel yourself heating up at his words and the promise of what they were both about to do to you, arousal seeping out of you.

Dazai leans over you, eager to watch how this would play out. Chuuya immediately starts stripping you out of your Port Mafia uniform, unhooking your bra and inhaling slightly when your perky breasts spill out, pebbling instantly. He leaves you in just your lacy pair of black panties, pausing as his fingers hook in the waistband. "Is this okay?"

When you quickly nod, in one sharp tug, he rips the panties off of you, and you're truly bare for the first time in front of them, exposed and vulnerable.

Dazai is the first to react, smirking as he runs a hand up your thigh. "Who knew our partner was hiding such a pretty pussy from us?"

Chuuya is quick to slap his hand away. "It's my turn, asshole."

Gently, he spreads your legs open to reveal your sopping cunt, his breathing becoming heavier at the sight, eyes glued to the obscene sight of you all laid out for him. Reaching one hand between your plushy thighs, he circles your entrance, before dipping a finger in to test.

At the soft whine you let out, already wet enough for him to plunge his entire finger into you easily, he inhales sharply, looking over to Dazai. "She's so tight."

Dazai's eyes are heated as he watches, an obvious tent in his pants, but he still remains just as arrogant. "What, can't handle it? If you wanted me to help-"

As Dazai steps closer, Chuuya shields your body, adding another finger to stretch you as he uses his other hand to push Dazai away. "Just watch and learn, idiot."

And that's his only warning before he begins fucking you with his fingers full-force, pumping in and out of your squelching cunt, as he adds pressure to your clit, pressing harshly enough to make you squeal.

As your back arches off the table you're spread across, trying to squirm, Dazai's quick to hold you down, his hands splaying across your waist.

"Fuck, chuu," you whine, as his finger begins rubbing your puffy bud in quick circles, his fingers only speeding up.

While you're distracted by Chuuya, Dazai's hands begin to wander, moving up your body slowly, before cupping your tits and squeezing.

Your hips stutter, thighs clamping around Chuuya's hand, and he instantly pushes them back apart, one hand holding them open wide as Dazai begins kneading your breasts, flicking your nipples teasingly while cooing at your soft moans and whimpers. "Too much?"

As you open your mouth to answer, Chuuya delivers a particularly forceful thrust with his fingers, and you can only let out a broken whine.

You can feel your stomach coiling, signaling your fast-approaching orgasm as Dazai's hands get rougher, pinching and squeezing you tightly.

"Well Chuuya, she hasn't come yet I'm starting to doubt your abilities-"

"Can you put your mouth to use for once, and shut up!" he grumbles, his pace increasing as he gets more worked up by Dazai's antics.

"Chuu, wait slow down I'm..." Before you can finish, you feel Dazai's hot, wet tongue laving over one of your nipples before taking almost your entire breast into his mouth.

And suddenly you can't hold back anymore, arching yourself into both of their addictive touches as warmth quickly coats Chuuya's fingers, seeping between your thighs, while your cunt flutters and convulses around his thick fingers.

He slows, pulling them out, before gently tapping your cheek, wanting you to open up. As you do, your tongue lolling out obediently, he shoves his slick-covered fingers into the warmth of your awaiting mouth. "Suck them clean." he commands softly and as you do, your tongue sweeping across his fingers to taste the tang of yourself, he groans softly.

"Okay, that's enough, Chuuya." Dazai, clearly wanting in on the action, shoulders Chuuya aside to stand in front of your sweat-sheened body, his hands coming to brush along your hips and waist, mapping out every inch of skin he can reach.

Chuuya leans back against the table to watch, one hand coming to palm the large bulge straining against his pants.

Dazai's fingers aren't as thick, but they're longer, as he gently traces the outline of your pussy, ghosting his thumb every now and then lightly over your throbbing clit.

After this continues on for another minute or so, you begin to get impatient, trying to tug his hand closer. " 'samu pleaseee.."

"You heard her, shithead! Touch her!"

Dazai's lips curve up at Chuuya's tone, but he obeys nonetheless, his fingers finally dipping into your sopping cunt.

You practically sigh in relief as he pushes one lithe finger inside you, immediately finding your sweet spot as he curves upward slightly, causing you to grip tightly onto Chuuya's sleeve.

Dazai pouts his lip out at you mockingly at your reaction, before shoving another finger into you, stretching you so deliciously as he reaches farther than you've ever been able to get with your own fingers.

You whine, desperately trying to clamp your thighs together, still sensitive from Chuuya's earlier ministrations, all of it becoming too much but unable to with Dazai keeping your thighs perfectly spread to fuck his fingers in and out of you relentlessly, slower than Chuuya but much deeper, until your eyes are practically rolling back in your head.

"Samu! Slower.." you slur, your hips shifting to try to get a reprieve, already close to falling off the edge again, just from how fast this was all unfolding.

He slows slightly, but before you get a chance to breathe, scissors you wide open with his long, slender digits, instantly causing you to buck your hips up pathetically as you gush all over his fingers.

He continues curving them up until you're desperately trying to move away, and only then does he finally pull them out, satisfied.

You pant softly, closing your eyes, thinking that maybe you were finally going to get a break after all of this, before suddenly the feeling of two shadows looming over you breaks you out of your euphoric haze.

You open your eyes to reveal both of them beginning to unbuckle their belts, their pants tented to reveal imprints of two very large cocks. "W-what?"

Dazai's eyes are hooded as he breathes heavily, eyes dropping to your breasts hungrily. Chuuya laughs. "What? You didn't think we were done already, did you?"

Dazai surges forward to press you into the table. "The question is, can you take both of us?"

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[sableeira]

You know how “the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” is used as an expression for love confessions? It’s said that Natsume Soseki came up with it after overhearing a student translate “I love you” to Japanese in a very literal sense. While there is no source confirming that this exchange actually happened, I still think a scene referencing the expression with Natsume randomly appearing would be hilarious

[grimm-writings]

rainfall

…ft! dazai, chuuya, fyodor x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, some hurt/comfort on dazai’s, headcanon format, rainy day off with the boys!

…wc! 308 ; 369 ; 345 = 1022 

…notes! i don’t think i’ve ever seen fluffy idiot content of fyodor. i must rectify this.

Dazai

Dazai treasures rainy days more than anything.

“Oops sorry Kunikida, I can’t come in to work!!! Rain is just sooo heavy you know?”

The office is literally down the block he’s just not bothered

Who needs work when he has his beautiful partner?!

That’s what he whispers to you with a giggle and a grin as he nuzzles into your back.

Most times, that’s all it really comes to: a sleepy Dazai, cute compliments, and being lovingly held against your will.

Other days, it isn’t so easy.

He’s like a rock. The only notion you have that he’s awake is one of his eyes staring at the window outside, at the rain.  He doesn’t even message about his absence in advance this time – that’s up to you.

He isn’t as snuggly, but he doesn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around him and holding him.

Eating isn’t exactly something on his mind on these sort of days.  Even with that in mind, he’s always sure to quietly thank you when you hand-feed him meals.

Those days are difficult, but you make them easier.

“You have work today, right?  Don’t bother with the dishes,” Dazai calls out to you from the bedroom.  The clattering of the porcelain couldn’t exactly be hidden, you admit. Dazai sighs as you continue washing and drying.  New weight on the bed behind him makes him aware of your presence a few minutes later.  Your arms wrap around him without hesitation. “You don’t have to stay,” he says to you when the silence becomes too much for him. You merely snuggle further into his bandaged body.  “Yeah.  I want to, though.” To his own surprise, Dazai relaxes into your touch and words. “...Well.”  He smiles for the first time all day, softly, and his eyes linger up to the rainfall again.  “If you say so.”

Chuuya

Days off are all too rare in Chuuya’s line of work.

As soon as he’s free, he’s tiredly at your side, and he is not leaving.

Seriously he is … so clingy when he’s tired.  Whether you’re shorter or taller than him, prepare for his arms to be slung over your shoulders and his face in your hair.

Mention it to him and he’s grumbling all crabby lol.

You’ll have to wake up in the mornings to his work clothes sloppily discarded throughout the hallway to your room.  He wanted to conk out STAT.

He insists he’ll pick it up later (when he’s getting dressed for work again)

Rainy days aren’t exactly anything that stops him from working, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take the opportunity to call in for a day off once in a while.  He can almost hear the smile on Mori’s face over the phone telling him to enjoy it.

He’s fairly average at cooking when he eventually does get up, maybe sometime in early afternoon.  If he’s too sleepy though?  …Yeah, keep him away from the heat.

Overall, it feels… super domestic having these free days with him.  He wouldn’t mind this every day, if the opportunity presents itself.

If you knew you’d be greeted to this, you would have woken up a little earlier to at least catch him. “Mornin’!”  Chuuya leans back against the kitchen counter, breakfast on the table between you two.  A tired smirk is on his face, proud of his cooking.  Simply dressed in his work shirt and his boxers, the look of him is just too much for you to handle right now. You walk over to give him a small peck on the cheek, thanking him gently.  As you eat, wondering what it’d be like if he could make you breakfast every morning, you glance up and point a fork at him. “After this, I want some snuggles for at least another hour.” Chuuya couldn’t stop himself from scoffing playfully at your ‘threat’, resting his chin on his palm.  “Well… I’ll see what I can do.” You smile, digging back into your food.  You know he wouldn’t let you go once you’re back under covers.

Fyodor

It all started with you judgementally asking if he even has a life outside his work.

You didn’t expect him to get so offended, but his glance over and raised eyebrow gave you all you needed to know about his answer.

The next morning, you didn’t expect to actually have him be beside you as you shake slumber off you.  He’s almost always at his computer by the time you’re up.

It’s not as if Fyodor is neglectful in any way, he’s just … a little peculiar in his habits, for lack of any nicer terms.

Before you could even ask, he’s already greeting you in a gentle voice, tacking on a sweet nickname on the end of it.

Oh.  Oh he was awake the whole time.

This is a competition to him.

You could almost sigh in disbelief.  For someone supposedly so intelligent and wise, he sure has his moments.

Rainy days with Fyodor are spent with him suggesting activities to do together, but it’s very obvious he just put “at home activities” in the search bar and clicked the first link.

You don’t remember having this many board games.  How did he do this.

The night comes to a close as Fyodor sits with you in his lap, finishing up some professionally recorded opera of sorts.  You couldn’t understand half of it, but Fyodor laughed at it a few times, so it must have been good.  His chin rests on your shoulder and you can feel his smile. “So, did I prove you wrong?” “...What, about having a life?”  You can’t help but roll your eyes.  “You sure proved something alright.” Fyodor hums, sarcasm dripping from just that single note.  “You should treat me more fairly.  I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.” You would bite back with another retort, if not for Fyodor twisting his neck so he could peck your lips before resting back against the chair. Trying to ignore the flush of your cheeks, you sigh.  “You’ll get it with practice.” “Ah, so there IS a next time.” “Shut it.”

[chiliyue-archived]

Sitting on his lap

Includes; Dazai, Chūya, Nikolai, Jōno

Requested ! [Bsd M.List]

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—DAZAI

" Belladonna, come sit on my lap~" Dazai had crooned to you, his cheeks tugging into a familiar expression of amusement. Before you could even protest, cotton hands and nimble fingers hooked around your waist, beckoning you close to his chest with just a couple of mere couple tugs.

" Osamu - you have work to do." You attempted, though you hardly resisted when you felt his chest press against your back, the tip of his nose nestling in your hair. And counterproductive to your words, habitually, you sunk into his embrace.

It didn't help that Dazai made quick work at finding purchase at your hips, running his index fingers over the clothed spot in a manner he knew would make you indulge to his needy touches. He chuckled as you exhaled deeply, surrendering to his actions.

" Hmm, don't underestimate me, love. Surely I can do both." He hummed nonchalantly, his grip unwavering as he opted to pepper kisses along your shoulder. You could feel him smirk as you failed to suppress a shudder, muscles stiffening beneath his saccharine affections.

" Besides, having a pretty you to keep me company? Why I call that motivation." He quickly interjected as you glanced over your shoulder, sending him a skeptical look comprised of pinched brows and pursed lips. Distractions would be a better term, you reckoned.

Dazai showed little signs of letting you go, arm encircled around your waist and all but enveloping you against him. His legs also hooked around your own, occasionally swaying your locked limbs back and forth.

Had it been up to him, you could foresee yourself always being within his clutches, smothered in sweet kisses that nudges did little to cease. In that reverie, it wasn't entirely unappealing - until you acknowledged his camaraderie.

" Good thing Kunikida isn't here. Otherwise, you'd really be in big trouble." You muttered, casting an uneasy glance toward the door. Even as the words hung in the air, you contradicted yourself, fully immersing against him and allowing the warmth of his chest to reverberate along your spine.

If anything, his grip tightened in response to your light quip, leaving you entrapped as he pressed a peck to the crown of your head. His voice took a complacent tone.

" Even if he did, 'Bella, don't think I'm ever gonna let you go."

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—CHŪYA

" Hey Chū, can I sit on your lap?"

The question had caught your lover off gaurd, his grip on his pen stiffening to an unceremonious halt. Given his expression; a light rose expanding from his cheeks to the tip of his nose accompanied with the flutter of his eyelashes, you had almost assumed he was going to say no.

Very quickly, however, your concerns were met with swift reassurance as Chūya meekly nodded his head. It was followed by a terse answer of " Go ahead." Wordlessly, he accommodated himself on the elaborate cushioned chair, motioning you to join him with a shy flick of his hand.

His grip was tenuous at first, resting at your hip as his other continued to sway his pen. He let out a prolonged breath as you sunk into his embrace, arms draping over his shoulders and pressing your chest against his own. He wondered if you could hear his heartbeat spike as you squished your cheek against him.

" Comfortable?" He asked, his voice a little daunt with the proximity of the situation. He continued to shift a bit more until you replied with a satisfied hum.

With little results, he attempted to quell his thumping heartbeat, no doubt echoing through your ears as you nuzzled into him for the nth time. Yet against his own rationality, it hadn't even occurred to him that his own body arched forward, seeking to eliminate all spaces between you.

Flustered but undeterred, a soft sigh left him as his pen continued to work on the documents littering his desk - though his fingers moved rather aimlessly as his eyes kept glancing to your figure. You could feel his breath prickle your temples, lips just shy of the skin as he pondered for a moment.

Suddenly, he paused, favoring to instead tug the glove off from one of his hands before slipping that very limb beneath the hem of your shirt. Though shaky as first, tender motions traced out your spine, the pads of his finger slightly cold to your sensitive skin yet in a manner that was oddly soothing. He chuckled softly as you squirmed at his ministrations, his movement persisting at a tantalizingly slow tempo.

For the rest of the evening, Chūya made due with working with one hand whilst the other continued to rub at your back comfortingly. And of course - he took every opportunity he could to steal a glance, feeling a sense of pride - and a touch of hidden possessiveness- that you felt safe in his arms and that this was something he alone would share with you.

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—NIKOLAI

You hardly managed to get a word out when you found yourself caged within the heat of Nikolai's arms, the limbs deftly circled firmly around your waist.

" Kolya-?!" You sputtered, the name muddled as one of his hands rested on the back of your neck, effectively pulling your cheek against his chest. In a couple of movements you found yourself situated on his lap, gloved fingers lazily rubbing at your sides.

" Don't fret too much, doll." He lightly chastised, an all too familiar grin coming to his lips. " Indulge me for a couple minutes, no? I believe you'll find yourself to enjoy this." He mused against your temples, voice reverberating along your skull.

You really could do nothing more than to slump your forehead against his chest as his fingers aimlessly ran along from the point of your shoulder down to your elbow. He watched with an increasingly growing gleam as you slowly succumbed to his pokes and brushes.

As you reclined your head against his shoulder, you could faintly make out a hum resonating from his throat, adams apple bobbing as he spoke; " See Dove, I kept my promise." A satisfied look etched on his features, taking note of your pliant state, muscles loose and relaxed.

The sound you made in response was muffled, cheek and hand settled over his sternum.

Your ears caught the sound of a light-hearted chuckle, gloved hands trailing to cup with your cheeks and puckering up your lips involuntarily. His gaze remained locked on yours, the intensity making you shift around with little avail - not with your body pressed against his own, both of your legs dangling off the edge.

With his hand remaning on your cheeks, he veered you in a for a kiss, gentle lips pressing on your own. He lingered there for a moment before withdrawing with a pronounced "Mwah!~" He watched with a broad grin as you sputtered over your words, lips still fully puckered with nothing but a playful glare that you can send him.

Nikolai let out an exasperated sigh, bringing you close to the clutches of his embrace once more and settling his chin to rest on the crown of your head. His mind drifts as he stirs other wondrous ideas for later use, gaze flickering down to your figure.

He observed with little words as you ultimately snuggled against his chest, arms slipping around his shoulder and eyes shutting close in serene verity.

He remained like that, having you sit on his lap as his fingers played with your strands of hair, coiling it with his pinky and watching it unwind.

Even as seconds and minutes melded together into a sloppy time frame, he relished having you in his presence for as long as that persisted.

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—JŌNO

He can hear the pitter patter of your shoes as you approached him, the sound amplified in his sensitive ears. His head was already perking toward your direction before you could even have the opportunity to mumble a word. His brow quriked, curious to what you may want.

" Can I sit on your lap?" The question left your mouth, a sheepish undetone hidden. Well, he certainly wasn't expecting that.

Much to your disappointment, you were met with prolonged silence as Jōno took in your inquiry. You were fully prepared to be met with a hard cold denial until...

"... I suppose." The hunting dog replied, fixating on your habits; the light fidgeting on your fingers against his sleeve, the subtle thump of your heart or how you exhaled in relief when he didn't deny your request. How cute, he thought inwardly.

He pushed the chair back, wincing as the legs of the furniture grated on the floor. Though that keening ache hasitly vanished away as he felt your back press to his chest.

The raidence of your warmth was evident, proliferating from his sternum and to the tip of his fingers that set his nerves ablaze - yet not in a way he would click his tongue at in mild annoyance - instead he allowed for that warmth to accumulate, pricking the pads of his fingers.

His grip was tighter than usual, hands busied at kneadning your skin, letting out a nonchalant sound as his muscles loosened slightly by the passing second. It was almost a complete change in his demeanor, the ambiance coaxing a gentle smile to your lips as you reclined into his bulky form. He hadn't failed to notice how you slightly snuggled into him, a soft hum escaping you as you did.

" You are incredibly clingy sometimes." He added; however, his indicated nothing serious about his statement, even if it held merit to some extent. Yet contrary to his sentence, Jōno pulled you closer to him with small tug, thumb swiping over the pulse point on your wrist - a habit he had acquired in response to fuming emotions that only stirred whilst in your presence

" Right, I'm the touch starved one." Your playful retort was earned with a gentle pinch to your forearm. Before you could pout too much, however, you felt his lips brush against your forehead; the curve of a satisfied grin present, fully resigning to your snuggles and sugared endearments.

" I suppose we're both guilty of that allegation."

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A/n; sorry for my absence, I didn't like the drafts I had for this originally and kept editing it. Still don't really like it but oh well 💀