#alpha akutagawa

[b3llair3]

The Unforgettable Moments of an Unlikely Match

Ongoing • fluff, smut in some parts, light angst, domestic sskk

Table of contents • Series Page

💗Part one • Uncertainty - Atsushi never learned how to nest, thankfully his boyfriend is there to help him through the process.

💗Part two • Unwind - Atsushi wrapped his arms around his boyfriend tightly, “Please don’t leave? I trust you, I want you and I feel like if you leave our nest it’ll break me.”The classification of ’Our Nest’ didn’t escape the alpha’s attention but he squashed the bubble of feelings that threatened to pop.

💗Part three • Unease - Atsushi smells another omega on Akutagawa, jealousy ensues.

Or: Akutagawa suffers the price of his omega’s wrath and pampers an exhausted Atsushi.

💗Part four • Unknotted - Atsushi has his first hormone assisted heat, Akutagawa prepares a special surprise just for his omega. Akutagawa takes care of his boyfriend, because with Atsushi it was second nature, as if they were bonded.

💗Part five • Unconditionally - Atsushi didn’t have it in him to feel embarrassed, it wasn’t his fault and the whole point of Ryuu taking care of him was to make him feel better. He nodded, “More please?” Akutagawa wanted to croon at how cutely he asked but followed his request. Submission always looked good on Atsushi.

💗Part six • Unhand - Atsushi’s first day back at the agency after his leave of absence and away from Akutagawa was more difficult than he had projected. It was never like this, they were never codependent, but now Atsushi felt physically weak and like part of him was missing; and it was only an hour into the workday.

💗Part seven • Unregulated - In which Atsushi’s body doesn’t care where he is or how inconvenient it may be, he needs his alpha’s knot.

[ikemenomegas]

I figure I should send something in for your 200 follower thing but I have no brain cells so just give me slut shit with Akutagawa. Consider it a free space, write whatever slut shit you want for him. 🖤

Babyyyyyy, the baby boy 🤩 Ryu (that's short for Ryunosuke 😉) Aku! Angry little spicy baby!!!!

This whole event has truly been an exercise in going "i think i know what that means .... do i know what that means [insert frantic typing]" So I really need you to know the ideas here came from an article titled "30 ‘Slutty’ Things Every Woman Should Do Before Hitting 30".

8. Join Tinder. And actually meet up with someone from Tinder for a meaningless fling.

Given that Ryunosuke is one of the more wanted men in the city, you know this is going to have to be quick.

"Why are we doing this again?" your mate asks you, even while he dutifully fills out the profile questions, tilting his phone so you can help him choose pictures.

"I'm curious," you reply.

"About what?" he sighed as the loading bar slowly crawled across the screen.

"If you'll see what I see. And what you see."

He growled faintly but you just rubbed your cheek against his shoulder.

"Do you want me to choose Alphas or--"

"Everyone. This is an experiment, Ryu, one mustn't show bias."

"It's Gokon," he said, skeptical. And yes, the speed-dating style app was a bit of a silly thing, but you wanted to see him try it. You wanted to see how many people he matched him. You wanted him to see it. And maybe you were being a little silly and trying to see exactly what kind of people he chose.

It's not as though you were worried about Ryunosuke leaving, there was just a part of you that was curious what he would pick out of a lineup. You were a given choice, but the others were a complete mystery.

You watched him swipe left and right, filling up the "room" he had been assigned. There seemed occasional similarities of features, but some choices were complete wildcards to you.

He alternately scowled and flushed as he replied to the chats, the timer in the corner of the screen ticking down until they each fell away into a little icon in the opposite corner. He sometimes asked for your help, and because you could never completely abandon the love of your life, even to a scheme of your own devising, you'd offer ideas for replies or flirtatious lines to send back, whispering them in his ear or murmuring them against his jaw just to feel him shiver.

When the time was up, the slightly stunned look on his face at the sheer number of matches offering themselves to him made you near giddy.

He couldn't see the wicked grin on your face, which was just as well when you leaned over his shoulder and asked, "Now which one would you pick for a threesome?"

Ryunosuke startled, the high arc of his cheekbones burning red. Before he could answer, the screen fizzled black.

You sighed, "Too bad." Looked like the local authorities had caught onto his profile being present in the app.

With expert efficiency, your mate broke the phone open and plucked out the chips inside, which Rashomon ate with a satisfied little grumble.

"I don't understand you sometimes," Ryunosuke said.

"You never had a fling before," you tell him, as you left the back room of the restaurant you had taken temporary refuge in. "And sometimes I don't think you know how wonderful you are."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't worry about it. I have you."

"But that's just it. You've only ever had me. I don't want you to miss out of things just because I'm here."

A hot biting note rose to the top of his scent.

The next thing you knew, you were being yanked around the corner by your wrist.

"Do you miss out on things?"

You blinked at him. "Of course not. Even if you got tired of me, I don't think I could ever fall in love with someone else. You're it for me."

Ryunosuke cleared his throat of a little cough, looking flustered.

You stepped close to his chest, into his space so your scents twined together. "Are you sure you don't want to try it? Take some pretty thing out for a walk, let them push you up against the wall. Depending on how far you want to take it, I could come and rescue you. You look very cute when you need to be rescued."

Ryu looked a bit like he wanted his coat to swallow him, a bit like he had a fever. He tried to clear his throat again and it came out as a strangled little squeak. His hands were so pliant in yours when you pressed your fingers in the spaces between his.

You pulled him further into the shadows, tucking close together to conceal his distinctive silhouette as footsteps clattered by the mouth of the alley, but passed with barely a pause or further investigation.

You mouth was right by his ear when you whispered, "Either way, just let me know."

You knew you probably wouldn't receive an answer for some time but you snickered at his discomposed little growl.

3. Give a blowjob when you shouldn’t.

I think Akutagawa would both do this and let it be done. He can be taught to lay aside shame, and it in fact would be very good for him. All of his mentors so far have controlled him in some way by shaming him for not behaving in the inhuman ways they instruct him in. If you can get him to let go of that, he would do the most unhinged slut shit including:

"You need to be on the top of the Ueno Exchange on the third," Dazai's melodious voice gave instructions on the other end of the line.

You sank deeper in your chair, untroubled, spreading your legs wider and twisting back and forth.

Between your knees, Ryunosuke whined, pleading silently for you to stay still. You caressed his face, carding through his feathery hair, praise and apology at once.

In his eyes was a faint remnant of that hungry need you had first seen years before, eyes fixed on where the voice that had once dictated his world emanated from. Far more present was the glassy haze of desperate arousal, matching the sheen of saliva around his mouth, which was around you. Still, you nudged the settings on the vibrator inside of him one level higher.

A muffled, aching sound was pressed in the crease of your thigh as your mate leaned forward, his fingers gripping the floor.

"What was that?"

"Just penciling it in." Which was a straight up lie because you knew better than to write plans like this down, but with the Demon Prodigy it was never unwise to lay a few false threads, just in case.

"One more thing."

"Hm?" You wrapped your hand around the back of your mate's head and pulled him further onto you, slowly, giving him time to tap you on the ankle to tell you stop if he needed to. He didn't.

"Bring Akutagawa," Dazai added.

You let silence stretch between you two, even though you suspected Ryunosuke's old mentor was immune to the discomfort of such things.

"Why?"

"You might need a guard," came the unconcerned reply, "and he's always been such a good dog."

The pressure of Ryunosuke's mouth became more insistent and you carefully swallowed down a hungry sigh.

"He's not a dog," you said clearly, and then you hung up.

There were tears in Ryunosuke's eyes. You didn't know whether that was because you were hitting the back of his throat or the exchange.

You held out the remote control. Your mate just closed his eyes, the tears falling free down his cheeks.

"You're so beautiful," you breathed wonderingly, and then you pressed the vibrations to the highest level.

He came, arching his back, his mouth coming free from you, throwing his head back with a high gasp. You used your own hand to finish, pointing your release onto the apex of his tightly pressed thighs where it mixed with his.

He remained that way, bowed, for long minutes as the vibrator pushed his climax long and hard until your mate was nearly humping the air, little sounds of near-pain falling from his mouth.

You slipped from your chair and gathered him into your arms. You felt the cruel pulsing of the toy in side of him push him right over the edge into another orgasm in the way he shuddered against your shoulder, hands tucked to your chest.

"You did so well," you murmured, slowly turning the vibrator down, as you offered him praise, both for withstanding being a witness to that conversation, and for his show of strength.

He breathed hard and ragged against you trembling from the exertion and the aftershocks. He groaned as you reached a hand down and coaxed his thighs open. He was so wet, your fingers slid into him easily, but you had a hard time grabbing the toy.

"Push for me," you coaxed.

You felt him flex around your finger, his head tilting back. You felt the toy but when you tried to grab it, it slipped back inside.

"Again," you soothed, running your hand through his hair.

"Hnrgh." He groaned, doing as you instructed.

This time, you pulled out as he pushed, catching the little vibrator in your palm along with a splash of slick. Ryunosuke panted, his head falling to your shoulder as you gently brushed your thumb around his opening.

"What am I, if not a dog?" His voice creaked, gravely.

"You're mine, Omega. As long as you need to be."

He sighed into your neck.

[Much later on, you could also pull this trick in reverse where you're performing fellatio on Akutagawa, but while he's talking to Mori. But instead of keeping his mouth busy as a sexy version of deconditioning, it's truly just slut business ;). Akutagawa is trying so hard to keep himself under control which involves a much different mindset than his typical calls from Mori, and Mori calls him out on it, resulting in a much more erotica type result where Akutagawa has to lie about what's going on while you try very hard to get him to come]

25. Play a game of strip poker with a large group of friends. - this one is crack being treated as... something, I just think Akutagawa has no physical shame, his is all psychological.

This one was not at all your idea.

Akutagawa was sitting very calmly, sleeves rolled up looking faintly amused every time you glanced up at him.

Higuchi was without her jacket or her socks and shoes. A subordinate of Hirotsu-san, as well as the man himself, and Nakahara-san were present as well.

Akutagawa had said they needed a dealer for a game of poker with full implication that you would be the house. He'd said nothing about you playing along with him. The atmosphere was relaxed, or at least as relaxed as any high level gathering of mafia members ever got. You were progressively suspecting however that this was Akutagawa's version of "meet the parents".

You just didn't know why it had to be a game of strip poker that you were losing.

"Oh, what the hell," you muttered. You'd already lost your shoes, your watch (to which Nakahara-san had just rolled his eyes), and your socks. You shimmied around inside of your sweater, unbuttoning the shirt inside and pulling it out to toss on the back of your chair.

The corner of Akutagawa's mouth turned up, ever so faintly as he undid the cloth around his neck and folded it neatly over his armrest.

"When does the game end again," you squeaked.

"When only one remains," Nakahara-san said forebodingly, scowling at his cards and then throwing them back on the table so he could start unbuttoning his waistcoat.

"Or we all get bored and give up. It's why we play so everyone who folds also loses. The game goes quicker that way. Don't worry," Hirotsu-san said, much more like the kindly grandfather he resembled, "it's nothing we haven't seen before. You're the only newbie."

Somehow, that didn't help at all.

You felt like you were going to combust. Everyone more or less kept their modesty, but it was like being at the sauna, trying not to catch anyone's eyes as everyone gradually divested themselves of their covering.

Hirotsu had lost three hands ago and then bowed out. His subordinate had gone after Hirotsu with a cheerful wave at Akutagawa. Higuchi was gamely proceeding, but her poker face was immaculate and you weren't sure if she was going to win the round or not. Akutagawa on the other hand had a few very bad rounds and was sitting shamelessly in his chair with his coat draped around his shoulder for warmth, but bare of everything but a criminally subtle pair of lace briefs. You weren't sure if Higuchi had even noticed, but she was sitting ramrod straight and the tips of her ears had been red for a full fifteen minutes.

You were getting the distinct impression Nakahara-san just liked poker, but he was also winning and wore a truly ridiculous amount of layers.

That didn't make you less aware of how lovely Akutagawa was. You had never seen him in this state of undress, but now you were wondering if that was only because you'd been trying to be polite, chivalrous, and hadn't asked.

You all laid down your hands. It was Higuchi who barely seemed to relax. Nakahara-san just sighed.

Akutagawa blinked, barely a reaction and slid his fingers just inside the waistband of the last stitch of clothing he had on.

You flew out of your chair, feeling like every inch of your skin was on fire and completely forgetting about how little you had on yourself.

You put your hands on top of Akutagawa's. He looked up at you with surprise, as though he had no idea why you were out of your chair.

"Wh-what do we do after we're out of clothes," you scrambled for anything to explain why you were suddenly blocking him from the rest of the room.

"We don't usually get that far," Higuchi admitted, her voice very carefully without inflection.

"That's not true," Nakahara-san protested. "If you're still playing and you win you get to pick something to put back on."

Higuchi coughed once, very obviously.

Nakahara-san looked up, and went "Oh."

"Alpha you also lost," Akutagawa said, his low voice unaffected.

Nakahara-san stood up and stretched and gathered his discarded items. He was the only one in anything that would pass on the street. "It was a good game but everyone knows I was going to win. It was nice to meet you," he said politely, and then he walked out.

Akutagawa tried to rise and bid farewell, but Nakahara-san thankfully waved him off.

Higuchi was much less subtle, hurriedly pulling her blouse back on and tugging on her own sweater. "I'll be at headquarter's, senpai," she said, and then she too hurried off.

"Okay," Akutagawa said, leaning around you.

He looked back up at you one more time and then flipped over the cards in his hand. He thankfully still had his underwear on.

"You still lose," he said your name. "Take something off."

You just put your head in your hands.

[moccabunie]

lucid dreams 🌙🔮

When Chuuya left, Dazai broke into a million pieces. And then, two young boys knocked on his door.

☁ modern with magic

☁ a/b/o

☁ growing up together

(or: Dazai raising two pups while rescuing his soulmate)

[casper-perry]

Always Yours

author:

orphan_account, Wellthathappened (Cataclysmic_Calamity)

summary: AU where Dazai has been betrothed to Chuuya since they were both children—an arrangement that never particularly interested him—until their wedding night, when he sees the omega’s face for the first time.

[enby-mori]

Most of the stuff I write for omegaverse is Alpha4Alpha, and I simply can't find myself doing anything remotely close to Omega4Alpha.

[xxvulgvtz]

i think i have writer's block often because even my brain is scared of the type of stuff i would make, especially fanfic wise

[darke-faerie]

Happy one year to this fic! Ahh my 90th omegaverse fic! I had fun with this one!

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Rashomon (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Alpha Mori Ogai, Unplanned Pregnancy, Established Relationship, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Surprises, Idiots in Love, canon adjacent, Uncle Rashomon, Light Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Mentioned Hirotsu Ryuurou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Happy Ending, Mentioned Elise (Bungou Stray Dogs) Series: Part 3 of 200th Fic Giveaway! Summary:

Omegaverse - A/B/O

They never planned to have children, but what will they do when Akutagawa finds out he's pregnant and tells Mori he intends on keeping it?

~My 90th omegaverse fic!!!!~

[l1tw1ck]

bottom!ftm!omega!bunny!akutagawa x top!amab!alpha!wolf hybrid!reader

[event request] | afab language used

CW: Non-Con, Step-Cest, Yandere Reader, Knotting, Creampie

Akutagawa stops in his tracks, thanks to your hand grabbing the back of his collar. His tail frizzes up in surprise. “You thought I wouldn't find out, did you?” You growl. “How fucking dare you.”

“Let go of me you– you mutt!”

“What did you just say?” Your face darkens. He freezes in fear. He fucked up. “It's time for you to learn some manners.” You slam him onto the ground and pin him down.

Akutagawa struggles in your hold, refusing to go down without a fight. “Why are you doing this to me?!”

“Because you're mine.” You scratch off his shirt and then his pants. He looks at you in horror, unable to move. You spread his legs and free your length. “I thought it'd be fine to let you be free but clearly you can't behave yourself. I’m never letting you go free.”

He doesn't react fast enough, you're already forcing your way inside. “Your dad won't even notice you're gone. And I doubt anyone would look for you.” You watch as tears fall from his eyes. “I already have a place set up for us. You won't have to worry about anything anymore.”

“Stop!” Akutagawa shrieks as you roughly pound into him mercilessly. “You're disgusting!” He tries to attack you but you don't care, even when he manages to scratch you it doesn't make you stop.

“Don't lie. You love this.” You press down on his neck. “You’ve already come twice.”

“Be- because you keep touching me!”

“So you like it when I touch you.” You grin.

“No! I hate it!”

“You don't. You want more but you're too prideful to admit it. You want my knot, don't you?” You move so that his cunt grinds against it.

He shakes his head rapidly.

“I know you do. You’ll look so cute carrying our pups.” You make fewer but harder thrusts as you reach your peak. He sobs in dismay, squirming around in a fruitless protest. You ignore him and fill him with your seed, knotting him without his consent. He gives up, silently crying as he comes to terms with his reality. “I love you.” You kiss his cheek. He grimaces in disgust.

[rashoumon-homo]

Kinktober Day 31: Submissive and Breedable

Inspired by this post by iwamimimimi!

-> Prompts: Exhibitionism + Orgy

-> Ships: Shin Soukoku, Soukoku

-> Content Warnings: alcohol mention, omegaverse, alpha atsushi, omega akutagawa, beta dazai, alpha chuuya, mention of mpreg

-> 2.2k words

-> Click here to read it on AO3!

Author’s Note: hi everyone! I decided to post this final Kinktober work as a tumblr fic as well as on AO3. I hope you all enjoyed Kinktober this year and have a happy Halloween!

♡ ♡ ♡

In hindsight, Atsushi should have known something was up the second Dazai invited himself over. The first hint was obviously that he came to Akutagawa instead of them both— Akutagawa could never say no to his former mentor. If Atsushi had been there, he’d be at least a little more strong-willed and maybe would have had the guts to turn him away. But no. That evening the three of them sat in Atsushi and Akutagawa’s shared living room and proceeded to watch Dazai drink them out of house and home. 

“Dazai-san, is everything… alright?” Atsushi asked for the third time, discreetly moving the open bottle of whiskey to the other end of the table. 

“Fine, it’s all fine, just spending the evening with my two favorite guys,” Dazai said, slurring his words a bit. “Drink something, loosen up.” He pushed his cup towards them, ignoring the fact that it was their alcohol in their cup, which he had poured himself uninvited. 

Akutagawa immediately picked it up and downed the whole thing in a few gulps. Atsushi gave him a look. 

“Ryuu, how do you deal with it when Atsushi blows off your plans for work?” Dazai asked offhandedly. “I imagine you’d take it pretty hard.”

“I don’t blow him off,” Atsushi answered for him. “We plan our dates ahead of time and if something comes up, we both understand. What’s this about anyway?”

“Bah, you’re no fun,” Dazai pouted. “I suppose it’s different with a mated pair anyway.” He eyed the bite scar on Akutagawa’s neck with a twinge of what appeared to be jealousy. “Deeper connection and all that.”

“Chuuya still hasn’t made a move?” Atsushi asked. 

“He tried a couple times, when he was in rut and lost control. But the bites don’t stick as well on betas and they ended up healing.” 

Prime conditions for a mating bite were when the pair had a coinciding heat and rut, but it was a bit trickier with an alpha-beta pair, or so Atsushi had heard. He hadn’t bothered to look into it much, since he knew Akutagawa was the one for him anyway. 

Dazai took a swig from the bottle, which had somehow made its way back to him. “Got any plans to knock up Ryuu?” he asked bluntly. 

“Dazai!” Atsushi admonished, as Akutagawa turned pink. 

“What? You’ve been mated for a year now, it’s only natural people should wonder.” He took on a faux-innocent look. “Or is Akutagawa not a properly breedable omega?”

Atsushi seethed. “Dazai, don’t make me kick you out of our home,” he warned. 

Dazai put his hands up in defense. “No, no, I didn’t mean any offense by it!” he lied. “It’s an honest question– it’s not like I’ve seen the two of you going at it before, not fully at least, so maybe Ryuu isn’t submissive enough or something like that. These things are common.”

Akutagawa looked a little hurt, though he hid it well. 

“I assure you, that’s not the case,” Atsushi growled. 

“Ahh, I see. Perhaps the problem is you’re unable to form a knot, then.”

Atsushi balled his hands into fists and snarled. “What exactly are you getting at, Dazai?”

“Nothing! I have no agenda whatsoever. Although…” he took a swig from the bottle, “you’re always free to prove me wrong.”

Briefly, Atsushi thought Dazai might be hitting on him, but then it clicked and he burst out laughing. “We’re not going to fuck in front of you, Dazai,” he said. “I don’t care how horny or sad or drunk you are, it’s not happening.”

“Oh, is that what he wants?” Akutagawa asked, amused. “A mating display?”

“Yeah, and he’s got some gall asking for it, as an unmated beta. Dazai, just go home and watch porn or something.”

“That’s really not it!” Dazai insisted. “I’m genuinely concerned about your sexual health! As a friend!”

“Maybe he’s telling the truth,” Akutagawa offered.

“Come on, are you serious? You’ve known him even longer than I have, he’s obviously just looking for a show,” Atsushi said. 

“But would it really hurt to just prove it to him? He did insult my obedience and your sexual abilities, after all. Above that, he is our superior.”

“Yeah, at work. Right now, we’re at home and he’s way out of line.”

Akutagawa leaned over to whisper in Atsushi’s ear, “Remember that kink I was wanting to try out with you?”

Atsushi blushed. “With him?” he hissed back. 

Looking a little shy, Akutagawa nodded. 

It would be the perfect opportunity to try it out… and with how drunk Dazai was, it was likely he wouldn’t even remember it in the morning. Atsushi sighed. “Fine, we’ll play along,” he said to Dazai, who wasn’t even pretending to mind his own business. 

“Excellent! I’ll just be here making sure everything goes smoothly.” Dazai reclined in his seat with the bottle of alcohol. 

Atsushi rolled his eyes. “Better move the couch, I guess.” 

Rashoumon shot out from Akutagawa’s coat and wrapped around the couch facing Dazai’s chair, then lifted it and moved it to the corner of the room. He moved the coffee table as well, careful not to knock over any of the dishes on it in the process. 

Atsushi knelt on the ground and extended a hand to pull Akutagawa down next to him. Akutagawa joined him, pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss. He cupped Atsushi’s jaw, letting him take the lead on the pace. Atsushi threaded his fingers through Akutagawa’s hair, tugging slightly on it if he moved too fast. They adjusted their position so Atsushi was reclined against the ground and Akutagawa sat in his lap, making out with him. 

“Boring,” Dazai said from the chair. “When are you gonna get to fucking?” He palmed his erection over his pants as he spoke, having the audacity to pretend what they were already doing wasn’t affecting him. 

Atsushi broke the kiss to glare at Dazai. “It’s called foreplay, jackass. Makes sense you wouldn’t be familiar with it.”

Akutagawa took the opportunity to kiss down Atsushi’s neck, sucking purple and red hickeys down his path. He started to unbutton Atsushi’s shirt, pushing it over his shoulder as he went. 

Atsushi stroked Akutagawa’s hair with a pleased hum. “So good, Ryuu,” he murmured. 

Akutagawa smiled up at him. He got off Atsushi’s lap and sat to the side of it instead as he unbuckled Atsushi’s belt. 

There was a matching clinking of belt buckles across the room, where Dazai was undoing his own and shoving his hand down his pants. 

“Whore,” Atsushi mouthed at him. Dazai grinned back and licked his lips. 

Finally, Akutagawa tugged Atsushi’s pants open and pulled his cock out. It was much larger than average, and he knew it. Close to ten inches hard, and it wasn’t even fully there yet. Atsushi raised an eyebrow at Dazai, daring him to say something. 

Dazai wolf-whistled. “Impressive,” he murmured. “Almost as big as my Chuuya’s.”

Atsushi scoffed. He would have made some scathing remark, but his breath hitched instead as Akutagawa licked a stripe up his shaft. Akutagawa suckled on the head, tongue swirling around the tip as he looked up at Atsushi. 

“He can’t really take all of that, can he?” Dazai asked. 

“He can and he will,” Atsushi said triumphantly. “I’ve trained his throat. He has basically no gag reflex now.”

To prove it, Akutagawa began to bob his head, slowly easing his way down Atsushi’s length. Sure enough, his nose was nestled in Atsushi’s coarse white pubes before long. 

“Damn,” Dazai whispered, stroking himself in his pants. 

At that moment, the front door banged open, startling all of them. Chuuya stood there, looking absolutely livid. His gaze went from Dazai on the chair, hand still shoved in his pants, to Atsushi on the floor, balls deep in Akutagawa’s throat. 

“What the actual fuck is going on here?”

Akutagawa pulled off, choking only slightly in his haste. “Chuuya-san,” he said hoarsely. 

“Not you. Dazai, explain.”

“Well, you said you wouldn’t be able to meet up tonight because of work, so I made plans with Atsushi and Akutagawa instead. And I was worried about their sexual health, so they kindly offered to demonstrate for me.”

Chuuya stopped him with a firm shake of his head. “I said work might run an hour or two late and that you should eat dinner without me. And don’t lie to me, you obviously made them do this for your own entertainment. The fucking audacity you have, ordering around an alpha and his mate…” Chuuya took a deep breath to calm himself. “It’s fine, we’ll just have to give them a show in return.”

Dazai paled. “Wait, what?”

“You heard me. Get on the floor. Hands and knees.”

Dazai hesitated for only a second, then scrambled to obey. He got on his hands and knees on a clear patch of floor, keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. 

Chuuya slowly walked around him. “So obedient,” he praised. He put a foot on Dazai’s back and pressed down, forcing him to arch his spine. “Good. Keep the position.” He knelt on the ground behind Dazai and hooked his hands under Dazai’s waistband, then yanked his pants down. The glint of a silver butt plug nestled between his cheeks caught the light. 

“Goddamn, you’re more of a slut than I thought,” Chuuya laughed, tugging at it. “Needed something to keep you full when you couldn’t have my knot?”

“Yes,” Dazai said quietly.

“Hm?” Chuuya twisted the plug. 

“Yes, sir,” Dazai corrected himself. 

“Good.” Chuuya pulled the plug out and dropped it on the floor. “Now ask for my cock. Nice and polite, like I trained you to.”

Dazai bit his tongue. He glanced over at Atsushi and Akutagawa, who were watching in wide-eyed amazement. This was humiliating, but it turned him on like nothing else. 

“Don’t look at them. Eyes down, and ask.” Chuuya ordered. 

Dazai looked back at the carpet. “Please fuck me. I want you to knot me and stuff me full of cum. Use me until you’re satisfied. Please, sir.”

“Very good. See, you do know how to beg like a good boy,” Chuuya said. He undid his belt and pushed his pants down. 

Atsushi’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Dazai wasn’t joking– Chuuya was about as big as he was. The beginning of a knot was starting to swell at the base of his dick. Clearly, he was just as turned on as the rest of them were. 

Chuuya grabbed Dazai’s hips and dragged him backwards to meet him. Since Dazai’s hands stayed on the ground where they were, his body was stretched out like a cat’s. Chuuya pushed the head of his cock against Dazai’s puffy rim. “Time to show your friends how submissive you really are,” he said, then thrust in. 

Dazai threw his head back with a moan. 

“So noisy,” Chuuya said, huffing with each rough thrust. “You like that? Like being used?”

Atsushi didn’t notice how hard he’d gotten until Akutagawa started to gently stroke him. He moaned softly and reclined back onto his forearms. Akutagawa looked up at him for approval, then eased his cock back into his mouth. Atsushi watched Chuuya fuck Dazai while getting his dick sucked, and he felt like he was fucking ascending. This was hotter than any porn he’d ever seen. 

“Ryuu,” he moaned quietly. He couldn’t help bucking his hips up into the warm, wet heat of Akutagawa’s throat. Akutagawa hummed softly, just how he knew Atsushi liked it. 

“Take it, you slut,” Chuuya said, with a sharp slap to Dazai’s ass. Dazai cried out and immediately came, leaking cum onto the carpet and the front of his pants. 

Atsushi felt his knot starting to inflate, so he tugged on Akutagawa’s hair. “Careful,” he whispered between grunts. 

The contrast between the way the two couples fucked was almost humorous– the rough, wild sex Dazai and Chuuya were having compared to the way Atsushi treated Akutagawa with tenderness and love as he sucked his dick. 

“Gonna cum,” Atsushi murmured. He moved his hand, giving Akutagawa a chance to decide whether to pull off or swallow. Akutagawa stayed on as Atsushi came, swallowing around his cock with each spurt of cum. 

When Atsushi finally finished (he was an alpha, after all, so it took longer than most), Akutagawa pulled off and wiped his mouth. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?” he asked. 

Atsushi glanced over at Chuuya and Dazai, who were still going at it. “Yeah,” he said with a smile. “I wanna take my time with you. Show you how much I really love you. As hot as this is, it’s distracting me from what I really want to focus on.” He caressed Akutagawa’s cheek. 

The two got up quietly, so as not to interrupt the others– though at this point, a bomb going off couldn’t stop them. 

“You do realize Dazai was totally projecting when he was insulting you earlier, right?” Atsushi asked, tugging Akutagawa to the bedroom. 

“Absolutely,” Akutagawa said with a rare smile. He kissed Atsushi on the cheek as they slipped into the bedroom and closed the door.

♡ ♡ ♡

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[nxathyx]

Chuya with a flirty s/o? 😃

I ddidn't write it as necessarily flirty but more so as s/o being that one person who jus rizzes everyone up so I hope you enjoy (????)

Slightly suggestive jokes and comments on my part, cursing (reader has my sense of humour I'm so sorry)

°he's so tired of your shit— (he loves it)

°he's never listening to any request you say like "could you look over there for a second?" BECASUE HE KNOWS

°anyway once you played "whistle baby" and then looked at Chuuya, at his crotch and then said "I can whistle your baby"

°he stood up and left.

°he's legitimately scared of you meeting Dazai because what if you start rizzing up Dazai instead of him☹️☹️

°he blocked you on tik tok and Instagram because he hates the reels and tik toks you used to sent him (he still isn't escaping the and he secretly loves them) (not the weird alpha x bts ones though or the weird Wednesday addams ones)

°he actually loves how you act though because it makes him feel appreciated, however once you called him "pookie bear" to which Tachihara and Akutagawa looked at you two like you were fucking insane and he had to explain it (you're like beasties with Tachihara now🙄🤚

°once he tried to do it back but gave up mid way through and just picked you up and carried you two the bedroom where you (consensually and not too harshly) got your insides literally flipped upside down

°once you had rizzed him up infront of Dazai and he legit wanted to bury himself underground

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

hi!! first of all thanks for the name! and second how would alpha!akutagawa react to his omega purring and scenting him and just overall fussing over him as a way to comfort him when his lung condition acts up?

~pups anon

cw: omegaverse

Alpha!Akutagawa appreciates the concern but thinks it's unnecessary though he does enjoy the attention they give him. He normally wouldn't let anyone fuss over him without some attitude but let's them spoil him just a bit when they bring him stuff to eat and invite him into their nest. He practically melts under their touch as they scent him and comb their hands through his short hair. Though he doesn't feel well still he'll try to scent them back to show his appreciation.

[b3llair3]

I decided to take the Sskk omegaverse series off anon!

My Ao3 account is here

[twinksintrees]

can’t stop thinking about platonic scenting in omega verse au’s

omega atsushi approaching preheat and feeling all hormonal and jittery and so kunikida let’s him linger closer than usual and will scent his jackets to help him feel better

ranpo would latch onto someone regardless of his status. like if he’s an omega he’s latching onto his besties, if he’s an alpha he’s latching on/keeping an eye out for them, if he’s a beta he’s latching on just to be a calming presence, even tho he can’t really scent them or purr or anything.

alpha chuuya helping an omega akutagawa

omega dazai x omega chuuya x alpha kunikida

alpha atsushi x omega akutagawa

[moccabunie]

beneath the moonlight

“Oh, wait, hold on,” Atsushi cuts off his babbling. “You are still the same annoying punk, what are you talking about?” “I have fangs, and I drink blood and I've been unalive, Sushi.”

He just needs Atsushi to understand a simple thing.

Fic status: completed | Word count: 20K | Characters: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi

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Ichiyo would have bet all the money in her pocket that the man before her had been an Alpha… no he was just a wolf.

Warnings: smut, age gap, swearing, Higuchi x DILF

Notes: here’s your Fukuzawa and Higuchi fic idk why but this came to mind first. Only term used is Alpha not beta, omega etc. I aint getting into that hole

Tagging: @daffodilsinspring

Ichiyo I didn’t like to presume another Wolf’s rank, especially when they were older than her.

She didn’t like to presume because people often thought she was low ranked, thought she was just this weak thing Alpha’s would walk all over.

It wasn’t like the humans didn’t do that, wasn’t like those who didn’t have something beneath their skin didn’t think of her as less.

Though it amused her, Mori never once questioned her skills… though that might be because she bit him when she was younger- in her defence he had just sliced open her grandfather's throat- but he had never downplayed her abilities, never once questioned her role in the organisation he'd overtaken.

So why everyone else deemed her unimportant? Who fucking knows.

She shook her head, thoughts no longer clouding her mind as she wandered through the small bar, following a scent like the dog she was.

It was a nice smell- something woodsy, hinted with cinnamon.

It was always a treat to find another wolf- they weren’t extinct or anything but for the most part it was a clan-based power, something so far beneath the skin that having an ability on top of it made it easier to hide some days.

She was stronger, faster, could hear, taste and smell better.

But of course, only Mori knew that she had an ability and Mori was the only Wolf in the port mafia she’d ever snapped at- ever shown her hand too. Sometimes she thinks she should do the same to Hirotsu, another wolf who thought she was below him… though he was much older compared to her.

The downside to being a wolf was heats. A feeling that was hard to ignore and regardless of her feelings towards a mortal man and since she wasn't taken and he'd never... aided her (why would he? Akutagawa doesn't know what she is) she found solace in finding people who would forget about her later- it made it easier.

Ichiyo paused beside a table, head tilting as she took in the man who had been calmly sipping his sake. Metallic blue eyes l locked on her just as her rich brown had.

Of all the scents to follow. Of all the scents to ignite that pool of heat in her belly.

How on earth did she find herself with him- he had to be an Alpha as well and two Alpha’s in heat were bad news.

“President.” She said, blinking owlishly at him, his scent spiked the second she said his title.

This was a bad idea. She needed to turn around and leave the bar, leave the man to his drinking… they were the only wolves here after all.

“Higuchi- correct?”

“Yes.”

“What are you doing here?”

Could he not smell it? Did he not notice how enticing he was at current- hell even the normal human women in the corner were drooling over him.

“Wanted a drink… caught a scent instead.”

His nose twitched, eyes widening slightly like it had just hit him.

She was breathing slowly, keeping calm and collected as she spoke to Yukichi Fukuzawa.

“Ah.”

Really white wolf? Just ah.

“I should go.”

“Have a drink.” The words were out his mouth before he had thought them by the look on his face.

She cocked her head to the side.

“Two alphas aren’t a good combination.” She sniffed, ready to accept defeat. If he fought her he’d win- human or wolf.

The look on his face told her he had no idea what she meant. Of course, she didn’t look like she could lead a pack (she did but that was a different story) but that just made people underestimate her which she supposed was a good thing.

“I’m not an alpha.” He said quietly. “But I wouldn’t mind a drinking companion.”

She blinked. Seriously?

She slowly moved into the chair across from him.

“You aren’t?”

“You are?” He laughed.

“Yes. Let me guess you don’t believe it?”

“My line of work didn’t have me around other wolves very often. I can't say I’ve spoken to a pack leader that wasn’t my own before.” He admitted. "Even then- I'm no longer in a pack so I do not have need of an Alpha."

A cup appeared before her suddenly, sake already present.

“So when Mori called you a lone wolf… he meant it?” Fukuzawa nods.

"He wasn't always a wolf-" The president began.

“I’m the one that bit him.” The admission was out before she thought more if it. Fukuzawa hummed, if he was surprised he didn’t show it. “He’d just killed my grandfather and I was an angry brat with fuck all control... whoops.”

She found his laugh did something to her- a fluttery feeling in her chest.

"That would be why he never told me how he turned then."

"No one wants to admit defeat by thirteen-year-old girl." She shrugged, bringing the beverage to her lips.

"Your grandfather... was he...?" She already knew what the question was and she'll admit surprise not even Hirotsu has figured it out.

"The old boss?" He nods. "Yes. Mori was going to keep me in the mafia no matter what- a big fuck you to the old man."

"Now he really can't get rid of you." Fukuzawa laughed again.

"Nope... means I can give him orders though... if you ever need some blackmail on him."

"I'll remember that." And he would, she could scent no lies in that regard.

"Good sake." She said after a beat of silence.

"Yes." They didn't know what to do now, a lull of awkward tension settled. "I come here often for it."

She should have left beforehand, being so close when he smelt so good and they were both in heat was going to be a disaster.

How was he so calm... was it because he was older? Did they get easier when you neared middle age? Was it like menopause did it just fucking stop?

Downing the last of her drink she stood, hand digging through her bag for some yen to give the older man.

"I should go- thanks for the drink." She nodded, passing him the money she had found.

His eyes seemed to darken just that little bit as he raised his hand to push hers away.

"No need, it's on me."

His hand was still touching hers.

She should pull away first, but his scent was getting stronger and no doubt hers was too.

~~*~~

She really should have left the second she'd found out who's scent she had followed. Ichiyo really needs to learn that sometimes running away is a good thing.

But who was she to complain when the older man's mouth was on hers, when their clothes were nowhere in sight- strewn across his dining room floor.

Who was she to complain when she had a sword master's body pressed against her own, lifting her up with such ease that she practically moaned into his mouth.

Next thing Ichiyo knows she's on a bed, his bed, with no intention of leaving it any time soon. She heaved, watching him with wide dilated eyes. She was surrounded by his scent and while she would prefer to leave hers on the men she slept with she couldn't deny how nice his was... how similar it was to her own- earthy and warm.

She rolled them, the president of the Armed Detective Agency now beneath her- his head hitting the pillows with a soft thud. His eyes were just as dilated as her own.

"You want control?" He questioned, quiet enough to not ruin the mood- how could it? His voice was practically liquid sex right now.

"I want pleasure." She replied, rolling her hips against his own- she was soaked and he wasn't even inside her yet. At least he was hard she supposed, she could feel just how much he wanted her right now with each little movement.

"That I can give."

"This isn't a good idea is it?" She asked, leaning forward, her nails dragging down his toned stomach towards his cock. He hissed as her hand wrapped around him- shit he was big, not that it mattered in the long run, good dick was good dick.

"No, it isn't." His hands rest on her thighs, nails digging into her skin.

"So long as no one finds out I suppose." She sucked in a breath as she settled back, a deliciously painful stretch following until she was fully seated. She moaned.

He let her choose the pace, a sentiment she appreciated but she knew she'd grow bored of if this ever happened again (she shook that thought away faster than it came). Her hands were flat on his stomach, fingers digging into the firm line of abs he'd had hidden beneath his usual Yukata as she lifted her hips and dropped down until she was flush against him. His fingers dug into the fat of her thighs, nails biting her skin and leaving moon shaped marks in their wake.

She'd be bruised for sure.

She felt him raise his knees behind her, giving her some leverage and somehow going so much deeper. Ichiyo swore as he bucked upwards and growled. Brown eyes stared down at blue as she pushed herself back against his thighs, one hand moving towards her clit while the other grasped her breast.

Well, if the male hadn't been turned on before (which he absolutely had been) he certainly was now as his scent permeated the air and she's sure hers had surged right back as a wave of pleasure overcame her. One orgasm down.

The next thing Ichiyo knows she's on her back again, the larger man towering over her, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist as he began thrusting- just that bit faster than she had been.

He growled, mouth trailing over her jaw, her neck, her chest- tongue darting to swirl around her nipple before doing the same to the other.

She snarled back as her nails dug into his skin, no not dug, clawed. She could feel the marks she was leaving behind as his hips moved against hers.

She wouldn't admit it out loud, but this was the best heat yet. Who knew she just needed to get into the ADA President's pants for a good fuck.

His lips met hers again with urgency, muffling both of their moans- just in case anyone heard them, questioned them.

Ichiyo raised a hand, tangling it in his silver hair as another hard thrust sent her spiralling. Fuck every movement was driving her insane, maybe it was the sake, maybe she was just delirious from her heat but... she had no idea how long they'd been at it.

Fukuzawa pulled away just as another orgasm was approaching and smirked. Stupid middle-age-man stopping her mid-

He flipped her, chest pressing into the soft cotton sheets where his smell overwhelmed her senses- in the best way. Her hands grabbed at his sheets, nails most likely cutting through the fabric as he enters her once more.

"Fuck." She whined as his thrust had her face pressing into his pillow.

His hands were on her waist, her hip, pulling her back against him with every thrust and maybe it was just her imagination, but she could have sworn he was going deeper.

He was leaning over her now, one hand still gripping her hip, the other holding his weight right beside her head though his forehead was now resting between her shoulder blades.

One sharp roll of hips after the other and she could feel herself tumbling, growling at the older man above her, taking her quite literally like a bitch in heat. She growled at the feeling of teeth along her back.

"No teeth President." Her teeth clacked together in warning- he grunted in return as another hard thrust pressed her into the pillows.

"Sorry." He huffed out against her skin.

She whimpered, that well of heat and pressure in her lower belly was returning again and going by the less rhythmic thrusts of the sword master he was close too.

"Good-fuck." She groaned out as white began to speckle her vision, her body falling limp in the man's hold as he pulled away- his release spilling across her lower back.

She heaved out a breath as her body melted into the bed- Fukuzawa now having padded towards his bathroom to get a washcloth to clean them both up with. He returned in no time to clean her up (how nice of him) before returning with the washcloth to the bathroom once more.

With a huff she sat up, eyeing the room for her clothes before remembering that they were practically thrown about his home.

"Do you need anything?" Fukuzawa questioned as he pulled on a robe.

"To find my clothes." She barked out a laugh and stood slowly (legs wobbling just that bit but she wouldn't say that aloud).

"Wait here."

So she did.

Not even five minutes later and she was dressed and ready to sneak her way out of the ADA dormitory- or whatever the complex was.

"Goodbye." She said nodding to the man- leaving a hook up was always the most awkward part. At least he nodded back, some recognition that this was irregular for them both.

And so Ichiyo left the home, footsteps feather light as she snuck out of the ADA's complex hoping to whatever god that no one noticed her- it was one am hopefully no one did.

How unfortunate it was that she didn't see the vibrant green eyes scrutinizing her from above.

[play-rough]

So, this is about your classification AU, but not exactly about Chuuya and Dazai, so feel free to ignore this if you don't wanna answer lol

Have you ever thought about the classification of the rest of the ADA (and how that might influence their interactions with Dazai)? Personally, I love Little!Atsushi and Little!Ranpo, as well as Caregiver!Yosano and Caregiver!Kunikida, but I was curious on your takes.

Also, if you do think there would be other littles in the ADA, do you think there would be playdates once Dazai is back on track with regressing (probably after reconecting with Chuuya)? If so, would Dazai be more social because the other littles are people from the ADA that he cares about?

Yes! I do plan on doing some one shots that take place in the early days of Dazai joining the ADA (i just like writing in between when manga exists, it’s easier to play around canon events don’t touch me timeline don’t come for me)

Straight off the bat i go back and forth whether i want atsushi to be a little or an alpha and then vise versa with akutagawa. Right now i am thinking little atsushi and alpha akutagawa, but i could also totally see the classifications swapped. I’m not as confident in my sskk writing so I’ll probably tackle them separately in their own fics eventually too. I do think atsushi would have larger range of ages regresses to just depending on how safe or emotional he feels, I’m thinking from ages 2-8. Most of the time atsushi is really active and rambunctious and just wants to play, kind of kid you take to a park and just let him run around. He does drop smaller if he’s feeling vulnerable or upset, or if he just needs extra attention. He likes playing pretend and he always plays games at the playground that end up roping in a bunch of other kids like pirates or warrior cats and everyone loves atsushi and wants to be his friend 🥹🩷 and akutagawa as his seemingly reluctant grumpy caregiver that actually loves him sm and is there in a millisecond if atsushi scrapes his knee or if it looks like he’s getting bullied on the playground

But for the rest of The Ada:

Kunikida would absolutely be a caregiver and he would take it upon himself to look after Dazai once the office finds out he’s a baby. Ranpo’s main caregiver would be fukuzawa, but kunikida often babysits him too because they’re all a family. Pretty much everyone in the ada sees kunikida as their nagging older brother, even if they’re not little, but once Dazai is in the picture it’s easy for kunikida to work taking care of him into his schedule.

Ranpo is a little, and I do think Dazai and Ranpo would play well together once dazai’s classification is exposed and he loosens up a bit. I think Ranpo would be a chunky block Lego kid (the big ones for little kids because kunikida fears choking even though Ranpo is pretty good about keeping things that aren’t candy out of his mouth) and Ranpo will build things and Dazai will help by separating all the pieces by color so Ranpo has an easier time color coordinating his tower. Ranpo would be a good older brother, he’d be nice and plays gentle with the baby.

Yosano would be an alpha (she is when the healer goes in with the GUN) but she cares about her whole ADA family and is always looking out for them. Dazai’s immune system is bad, and it’s lucky that they have such a great doctor on staff. Adult Dazai avoids yosanos office (he dodged his initial physical exam) but he at least realizes yosano means no harm, baby is terrified of her office. Yosano is real patient and goes slow with Dazai when he’s little and sick, and eventually the baby learns to trust her too

Fukuzawa is an alpha and he’s very protective over his agency members. He insists ranpo cannot go home by himself when he’s little, so he will usually take him home with him after work (kunikida takes Dazai home and then atsushi when chuuya comes back into Dazai’s life).

I love early Ada days when the agency is small and the stakes aren’t as high and there’s time to just be a family and i will write fics for them soon 😭🩵