#ango sakaguchi x you

[kentocidal]

assistance

users: ango sakaguchi x gn!assistant!reader

internal warnings: pwp, established d/s relationship, praise, oral (m!receiving), gender neutral terms for reader, reader is implied to be ango’s assistant, spit mentions, semi public, subspace if you squint, ask to tag

internal notes: i’m caught up with the anime. lays on the floor and screams.

“hm? … yes, of course. the plan is in motion. i wouldn’t worry. you know i have things under control.”

fingers tapped idly against the crown of your skull. one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three.

“i need to log off for the night. i can’t discuss the budget, i don’t have the paperwork in front of me.”

the digits curled in your hair, tugging the slightest bit, catching your attention. his voice had that slight edge to it. he was tired. he wanted to be finished with this phone call.

you nudged closer to him, between his legs, resting your cheek against his inner thigh.

“we can take this up tomorrow. our work for today, at least, is finished. will that be all?”

your hands moved on their own, sliding up his calves and shifting towards his belt buckle. he didn’t stop you this time.

“alright. tomorrow, then. thank you-… yes. thank you. goodnight.”

you heard the line click. you heard ango sigh deeply and watched him fall back in his chair, pushing his glasses up on his head to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes.

you got his belt open and started making quick work of his zipper.

“are you alright?” he shifted back and returned his hand to your hair. you hummed softly in response, and his fingers curled tightly. a warning.

“yes, ‘m alright.” frankly, you felt like you were in a daze. you felt like you were floating, as you often did when you found yourself kneeling underneath his desk. a sort of different headspace, as ango had called it once in passing.

he pet your hair. “i’m sorry that it took so long. the higher ups had a few more questions than i had anticipated.”

you leaned into his touch before finally dropping your head to lick over the outline of his cock through his boxers. you could feel him, see him through the fabric; only half hard, his cock twitched at the contact of your warm, wet tongue through the fabric. he let out another sigh as you started to lap at his length over his boxers, unashamedly making a large wet spot in the fabric as you worked him to full hardness.

“you were very patient today. i’m grateful.” you could barely see him from where your head was poking out from under the desk, but you could hear the faintness of a smile in his voice.

you had done well. that was good enough.

you sat up from your ministrations and finally reached with hesitant hands to tug the waistband of his boxers down, watching the way his cock jumped up into the cool air of his dimly lit office. he hissed, quietly, and you licked your lips as you studied the sheen of pre on the tip.

his fingers pushed their way through your hair with little effort on his part. he didn’t say anything further; he knew that you understood.

you leaned forward and shifted your weight on your aching knees. how long had he been talking? how long had he kept his foot between your thighs, making you sit down on it? how long had he been stroking your hair or patting your head to put you in such a quiet, needy stupor?

you didn’t know. and you didn’t care. you were here to help and assist ango. he would guide you in the right direction.

your lips wrapped around the thick tip of his cock and sucked, and you reveled in the low groan you had earned from it.

his one hand stayed firmly planted in your hair while the other moved to cover his mouth with the back of it. it made sense that he needed to keep quiet; you were still in an office, in a government building. not that it mattered, but…

you started to bob your head, drool spilling from around your lips as you took more and more of him in your mouth. the tip of his cock bumped the back of your throat and you almost gagged, but the feeling made ango’s hips twitch.

you swallowed around him to make it easier, and his hand moved from your hair to your throat to feel where he was.

“there you go. much better. keep swallowing, ugh, fuck…” he mumbled into the back of his hand as your own settled on his knees to brace yourself.

your eyes were half shut as you peered up at him, at the way his glasses reflected on his forehead where he had forgotten them, at how his face was now flushed a shade of pink as he resisted the urge to fuck your throat. his fingers splayed against the soft, sensitive skin of your throat, feeling how his cock sunk into your mouth over and over and over again.

your mouth was hot, wet, your spit dripping down his cock and making a bit of a mess of his boxers. nothing that couldn’t be washed.

your movements, while searching for his climax, were slow and tender, your eyes fluttering as you tried to breathe through your nose, but it was so hard to focus. all you could think about was the weight of his cock on your tongue, the way he tasted, and the way he was looking at you like you were an angel from above.

his hips twitched, his cock jumping in your throat, making you gag and swallow hard. he gritted his teeth and swallowed back a moan.

“ah- shit, careful, i’m- gonna…” he trailed off as his hand moved to cup your cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone. you whimpered around his cock and he grunted and jerked forward.

you felt his cum drip down your throat and onto your tongue as you sucked at his tip to make sure you got every drop. ango breathed heavily and fell back in his chair again, still holding his hand to your cheek.

you pulled off of his cock with a wet pop, and his thumb was in your mouth immediately to inspect his spend on your tongue.

“good. didn’t make a mess.” he panted, and smiled softly at you. “swallow it all, then we can go home.”

you closed your lips around his thumb and swallowed as promised.

[annievrse]

types of kisses

multiple bsd x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb includes: dazai, chuuya, fyodor, ango c/w: suggestive content: chuuya & ango [mdni], fyodor calls reader dorogaya, dazai calls reader bella. a/n: oh em geee fifth post this week??? no ok ngl i'm feeding u before i lock in for my last semester :o surprise!!

DAZAI —ᡣ𐭩 you're so pretty kisses

"don't look."

"can't," dazai says, and you shake your head at the dismissal of your joke. he has a blindfold on, so you'd expect him to be a little suspicious and, by extension, unwilling to participate in your dumb antics.

the setting sun blankets dazai in a warm orange, making his skin glow and his hair the colour of rich chocolate. you're sitting on the floor, facing him, when you fumble with the ribbon as you glance at him. you've always known his beauty despite his distaste for such compliments.

once the baby pink satin is tied, you push onto your knees and waddle over to him.

you bump into him slightly, and he cowers away, hands up in front of his face. "what was that?"

"me, idiot. now be still."

dazai sighs loudly before relaxing, though his shoulders are still near his ears when he feels you pick up a chunk of his hair.

"you're not cutting it off, are you?"

you scoff, tying the hairband that holds the bow around the brown strands. "i would die if you cut your hair."

dazai nods. "good to know."

rolling your eyes and huffing in faux annoyance, you finish tying off the band and lean back to get a better look. you make a sound close to a squeal after you position it and then sit back down. you're basically bouncing with excitement.

"and... open!"

dazai rips the blindfold off with lightning speed, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "what did you do to me?"

tilting your head, you giggle. "nothing."

dazai looks to the ceiling before standing. he makes a beeline for the bathroom, and when he gets there, he groans.

you cheer when he returns to the living room. "you look so handsome!"

dazai's eyes widen, and his cheeks turn pink, his gaze everywhere but on you. "shut up."

you beckon him over to sit back where he was previously, the light a deeper amber than before. you stare at him; if this were a cartoon, you'd have hearts for eyes. he looks exquisite.

"stop looking at me like that, it's creepy."

"baby, you look so pretty."

dazai shakes his head. "you're the pretty one here, bella."

you lean forward and press your lips against his forehead. "my pretty baby."

dazai scoffs, but it's weak. you get back up on your knees and wrap your arms around his head, kissing the top of his head. his large hands grab your hips, and he pulls you closer to him. you lift his chin with your fingers and smile widely.

kissing his lips, you feel dazai relax under you. pulling back slightly, you press your lips to both his cheeks, forehead, temples, and nose. he scrunches his face, and a laugh escapes him, the sound calming your racing heart.

"you're the prettiest ever, osamu." you know he'll never see himself the same way, but you'll continue to tell him for eternity.

dazai sighs and nods. with his hand on the back of your neck, he pulls your face down to his. "whatever you say, bella."

CHUUYA —ᡣ𐭩 angry kisses

"—fuck," chuuya chokes out when you shove him against the wall. your fingers are twisted in the fabric of his dress shirt, his coat and vest strewn across his office.

"you said you'd come back uninjured," you say, and the grip chuuya has on your hips tightens. you bring his mouth back to yours, the kiss is hard and hungry as you pin him still as best you can with your pelvis.

chuuya pulls away slightly, his breath heavy and warm against your nose. "you think i go into things planning to get hurt? dumbass."

you furrow your eyebrows at his snarky response, but you're caught off guard when he flips you around, your shoulder blades hitting the wall. you glare at him, but your gaze hardly holds the malice you intend.

chuuya's eyes flicker between yours, and his fingers soften against your waist. your hands slowly unravel from his shirt, and you exhale softly, running your palms up his chest.

"i hate seeing you hurt," you whisper.

chuuya sighs and kisses your cheek. "i know. but i can't help it if some idiot shoots me."

your breaths mingle between you, and you finally acknowledge how swollen his lips are. you run your thumb over his bottom lip and watch it bounce back. your face warms smugly.

"i'm sorry, okay?" chuuya mumbles bitterly, but you see through his attitude. you smile and card your fingers through his hair.

"good."

slowly, the fire returns to his irises. "good?"

you nod, eyebrow raised. "you wanna go again, big boy?"

a sound comes from deep in his throat before chuuya steps back, detaching himself from you completely. he tilts his head and looks you up and down, and you pull at your clothes to straighten them out.

"don't get shy now, doll," chuuya smirks, pulling his bolo tie from his neck. "the fun's only just beginning, no?"

FYODOR —ᡣ𐭩 hello kisses

the front door of the safe house clicks shut silently, but you hear it from your spot in the living room anyway.

fyodor told you he'd be home in two months. it's only been one and a quarter, and this is the first you've heard the main door open. fear clutches your stomach and you shakily stand from the lounge.

"fedya?"

you try to steady your voice, but being alone, you feel helpless. taking one step toward the side table, you snatch the candle stand—it's better than nothing, but only if the intruder is human.

shuffling continues out of sight, and you tip-toe to peek around the corner. being stuck in this house has you reading countless novels, many horror. and it's a well known fact that the person who investigates first always dies, but here you are, feeling (almost) unstoppable with your brass weapon and a dream.

"dorogaya?" the familiar drawl has you dropping the candle holder, the clang of it against the wood floors deaf on your ears.

you laugh in shock as you rush toward fyodor. his cheeks are pink, but you believe it's because of you and not the winter wind outside.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. your breathless voice makes him shiver. fyodor laughs deeply, and his arms circle your waist, quickly picking you up. you bury your face in his neck, holding onto the feel of him so warm and familiar.

"mission finished early; had to see you before the next one."

he spins you around before placing you back down. you blink away tears and curse when one slips, but fyodor's there to wipe it away with his gloveless thumb. nudging his hand away, you push up on your toes to kiss him, your hands in his hair while his fingers press into your cheeks.

the house is silent around you, but you can't stop smiling, and fyodor's face displays the first genuine grin he's had in months. he pulls you closer to him, his heart rate slightly higher than usual. "hello, dorogaya."

you choke out a laugh amidst the onslaught of tears that decided to break past your waterlines, and the sound is music to his ears. "hi, fedya."

ANGO —ᡣ𐭩 heated kisses

"i have to get back to work."

you roll your eyes and pull ango closer by the lapels of his jacket. your lips explore his jaw, and his fingers desperately clutch the fabric of your coat.

"baby, please shut up," you say, pressing your lips to his. he groans into your mouth and sticks his knee between your legs; the feeling has you stuttering against him. pulling away to look down at where you rest on his thigh, ango throws his head back against the wall. you take it as an opportunity to press kisses down the column of his throat.

a strangled whine leaves his lips, the sound making your stomach flip. you push his jacket over his shoulders, and he does little to contest. when you lean back to glance at him quickly, ango has his eyes screwed shut.

you giggle breathlessly and whisper his name.

ango looks at you lazily before dragging his eyes to his wrist, where you know he's checking the time. the storage closet you pulled him into is unlike anything you've done with him before, but it didn't take long for him to warm up to the idea despite his usually stern nature.

"we have loads of time," you run your hands down his torso toward his belt. you can tell ango wants to disagree, but when you kiss him again, he turns to putty.

pushing his glasses over his hair, you continue your attack on his mouth, nibbling and nipping at his bottom lip. ango gathers you in his arms, pulling you higher on his leg and pressing your chest against his.

you pull your face half an inch away from his, panting, and swallow. his dark eyes follow your throat bobbing, and his tongue darts out to the corner of his mouth.

"god, i don't think i can go back to work." you giggle against his mouth and nod in agreeance, feeling the obvious bulge in his pants.

"be quick," ango mumbles, his chest heaving. he looks otherworldly when he's drunk on you. his hands slide up to your neck, and before you can do anything, ango presses a dizzying kiss on your lips.

"nevermind, we're going home."

[ilovechuuy4]

₊˚⊹♡ KINKTOBER WEEK TWO ๋࣭ ⭑ THIGH RIDING & RISKY PLACES

Specifically, Chuuya x reader, will add characters at the end for imagination.

Warnings; Semi-public, thigh riding / grinding, words of praise, degration etc etc, slight office "sex" not rlly. Rushed sorta-ish

A/n; I've just decided to do one bsd character and just put characters at the bottom if anyone else wanted more 'selections' or whatever i guess.

Quiet moans have filled the busy establishment behind closed doors. Why? Cause there you sat, body pressed against Chuuya's as you slowly grind yourself on his thigh. Your fingers dug into his shoulders that seemed too relaxed despite what y'all were doing. You weren't really into the whole "suggestive things in public" but recently Chuuya had been so busy and hasn't showed you any attention. That's how the two of you got in this situation now. Your needy, quiet moans as you rubbed up against him. His hand tightly gripping your hips as he tried his best to compose himself. The other hand scribbling words with a pen on paper that he was meant to do a bit ago. "Doll, you're quite needy today." He said softly, fingers rubbing the small of your back slowly.

"Mhmp.. Stop saying that, I'm not." You grumbled between soft pants of air. You weren't needy at all, why would he say that?! You just wanted his attention! You payed no mind to it, pleasing yourself as you continuously rub yourself against him, shivers rolling down your spine. Minutes later a loud groan escaped the ginger's mouth, slamming his pen down. "Damnit, take it off. Your pants." He demanded, unbuttoning them before jerking them off. He adjusted you on his lap, hands gripping your hips tightly. "Grind on me, sweetheart. Keep going." He hissed in your ear causing a rosey tint to spread across your cheeks. This escalated quickly, but you nodded, grinding your clothed rear against his growing erect, electing a quiet gasp from him. "That's it, so obedient, sweet thing." He cooed quietly.

"Mhmp.. Ah~ it feels good." You moaned, as you nestled your face into the crook of your lover's neck. Your teeth scraping against his neck slightly, dragged a moan from his throat, hips arching up into your own. A gasp escaped you at the much rougher contact but you allowed it, letting both of you ride out this ecstasy together. "You're doing so good, cmon, let me hear those pretty noises, baby doll." He spoke to you softly, though this had only been going on for a mere 10 minutes, you felt close to your peek. But you knew you can't spoil your underwear. "We have to stop, or go home. Something." You said between pants, eyes closed tight.

"Mhm? You're close, aren't you?" You teased, pulling the growing wetness on your underwear, rubbing it slowly causing your body to jerk a bit from the sensitive area. He was quite literally edging you and you hated it. Covering your mouth so no noises would escape, subconsciously grinding into his hand. A chuckle escaped his mouth as he pulled away from you. "Alright, let's get you home. You look like a hot mess. We can continue then, hm?" He said, rubbing the small of your back to chill you from your high. You nod standing up slowly.

other characters || ango, tetcho, tachihara, steinback

[rashoumon-homo]

Dating Ango HCs

Ango x Male Reader, SFW and NSFW

Request from @unprofessionalsimp

SFW

His contact for you in his phone is the only one that he puts an emoji on. It’s still Last Name, First Name like everyone else but yours has a cute emoji that reminds him of you

He blushes when you flirt with him and it’s so cute you can’t help but do it all the time

Your camera roll is full of blurry photos of him because you’re always sneaking photos of him when he’s distracted

He can be really distant when he gets home from work since it’s hard for him to let his guard down after hours of being on high alert, so you make an effort to distract him right when he gets home. Sometimes by telling him a funny story about the day, sometimes by making dinner, or sometimes by watching tv on the couch with him.

He’s not big on PDA, even holding hands, because he worries people will try to use you against him or hurt you

You love kissing his forehead because he always closes his eyes and smiles without thinking about it

You take his glasses off for him when he falls asleep with them on (which is often)

Sometimes he puts his hair in a little half-ponytail to keep it out of his face and you think it’s adorable so you’re always begging him to do it

You have a cat together (or are thinking of getting one) but don’t want human kids

On one of your first dates, you mentioned the title of your favorite book (and then promptly forgot lol) - he said he hadn’t read it but would look it up. On your first anniversary, he gave you a copy of the book that he’d read and annotated. Most of the notes were about his thoughts while reading, but some lines were highlighted with a heart in the margin and there were notes like “this character reminds me of him�� or “I can see why he loves this book”

NSFW

The vulnerability and intimacy of sex is a really big deal to him

It took a longgg time to warm him up to the idea of having sex

You’ve both established safe words and make sure to check in regularly, even for vanilla sex

He’s a switch but prefers to bottom

He might not seem like it on the surface, but he can get really subby really fast

Discovered he likes being tied up - it’s exciting to him to be at your mercy since he knows you’ll treat him well

Occasionally likes being blindfolded, but on days when work is especially rough, anticipation can tip over into genuine fear. He’s had to use the safe word a couple times with that particular kink, although he does enjoy it if he’s in the right headspace

Generally doesn’t have a lot of kinks; prefers to stick with what he knows he likes instead of trying something new

Surprisingly quiet during sex - though that doesn’t mean he’s not enjoying it!

Sex with you is a stress relief for him

Compared to his work life, where he can’t trust anyone, letting you have control during sex is a way he likes to unwind

It took a while for him to get to the point of trusting you enough to let you have complete control in bed, but now that you two have that kind of trust in each other, he’s able to let down his guard and really enjoy himself

It’s honestly just all-around good for him to have someone in his life he can trust completely. And while physical intimacy might make that trust more obvious, he definitely trusts you in every area of his life.

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[queer-n-here]

dude im fucking madly in love with ango im not okay 😔

more ango when

pretty please

-🦅

Contents: Next morning stuff w/Ango. No established relationship, more like fwb.

Warnings: Hints of sex, but no smut, top male reader, mentions of biting.

Brooooo look at this fanart what is thisssssss

(Credits to the owner, I believe that is their pseudonym at the bottom right corner)

By the time you woke up, Ango was already out of bed.

Mission 'Cuddle with Ango first thing in the morning': Failed.

You groaned silently, sitting up and looking around the room groggily, wondering how you ended up alone in that achingly empty bed. It didn't take long before you saw him.

Ango was standing outside, on the balcony, and you pushed yourself out of bed to join him in your pyjama bottoms. He was holding a cigarette in one hand, and he turned his head to look at you as your bare feet padded across the room and closer to him.

"Awake, are you?" He said, taking a fag from the cigarette.

You nodded, still sleepy, and Ango turned around fully, making you trip over your feet.

Ango was wearing your shirt. Your shirt. Sure, yeah, he'd thrown his own coat over it, but that's not the point.

It wasn't even buttoned up fully, he'd only lazily popped four or five of them in before leaving the rest be. Some of the hickeys that you'd left on him last night were clearly visible against his skin.

And he wasn't even wearing pants underneath!

Steadying yourself against a wall, you cleared your throat, and went to stand beside him next to the railing.

"So," You started, slightly awkward. You were always awkward in the mornings.

Ango looked at you. "So what?"

"So, well," You shrugged, and slowly your usual casual attitude was coming back to you as the sleep finally left your brain. "How did you like last night?

His cheeks flushed slightly, but when spoke his voice was steady. "It was good."

You smirked. "Well, that I'm sure of. From the way you were reacting, I mean..."

Ango's flush darkened, and he smacked your shoulder, hard. You laughed, shaking your head at his antics.

"You know I wouldn't mind doing this again, right?" You said, turning slightly serious. "It was good for me, too."

He cleared his throat, nodding. "Yeah, okay."

You nodded back, turning to look at the view. It was pretty, the early morning fog barely settling to reveal the sunrise over the horizon. A sense of calm settled between your shoulder blades, and you placed your elbow on the railing to lean forward. Ango continued smoking beside you.

"D'you have work today?" You asked, disrupting the silence that had settled between you two.

"Hmm..." He tilted his head. "Not really, why?"

You straightened up and stepped closer to him, leaning closer in a way that made Ango's breath hitch visibly.

"Wanna go for round three?"

[yuugen-benni]

''The little things matter''

The little things are usually not noticed or even not understood, that's why they are special.

A polaroid camera. Ango always has an old camera nearby and in all the photos you are, gracefully engraved in that paper like a memory - something that since his birth he can never escape but escape from the memories he spent with the love of his life? No way. Taking photos means keeping memories, sensations, feelings, and for him that's literally it.

The ring as a pendant on his necklace. For a man like Fukuzawa who values traditions, the wedding ring is one of them, keeping it on his finger without fear, without regret, but there is only one situation in which he forces himself to take it off - when he draws his katana. There, blood symbolizes nothing more than death and bathing something so precious in it is like a curse.

Your name on the bandages. The dozens of scars on his body tell the story of the search for death, a search that Dazai has been doing for years, a natural thing for those who have suffered so much - although worse than the pain of the cut, is the pain of being seen cutting himself. Your name on the bandages was an attempt he created to hold back himself and not see you cry again.

The pin hidden in his uniform. To compensate for his blindness, Jouno has his other senses come first, especially using his sense of smell and hearing in the missions he is given - but what about touch? Being vulnerable to sudden changes in the environment, Jouno gets stressed easily and the only thing that comforts him are the embossments on the pin that you swore Jouno had lost.

Sorry for the sudden disappearance! My vacation is unfortunately over, now I have less time to write, but I still trying, XOXO

[frostlineprince]

i drew my own textpost

[constantly0lost]

Edging Ango till he cries would be so yummy because like, yeah he deserves good things and all the cuddliest of fucks, but also he should cry just a little bit.

I know he would look pretty with his face all flushed red.

The tears gather on his waterline, his eyes glossy as tiny pleas fall from kiss bruised lips. "Please... Please.... I-I've been good! I've been good, so so good!" He whines, trying so so hard to keep his hips from bucking up into your hand.

Your stupidly torturous hand, that's been keeping him from his peak for at least half an hour. Keeping him just inches from toppling over. It makes the tears spill, finally dripping into his hairline, his chest shuddering as he pleads some more, his hands knotting into the bedsheets.

You coo mockingly at him, and he chokes out a whine as you stroke him fast, harder than You've gone since you first started. His breathing stutters as hes finally tossed over the edge, and he's shockingly silent for a second... Two...

Before he screams, his eyes rolling back as he arches his back. His dick spurts wildly as he struggles to breathe properly, kicking in your hand as it and his stomach get covered in cum, breathing heavily and whining out thank yous.

Yeah, I think he'd be pretty :)

[dreamkidddream]

Pulling Them in for a Kiss || Dazai, Gin, & Ango

It’s been too long since I wrote for BSD so please enjoy and reader is gender neutral!

CW: a teensy, tiny bit suggestive (tagging it just to be on the safe side)

Dazai

Dazai is usually the one to take initiative, and he’s very physical with his affections. He’s not afraid to hide it either, always planting kisses on you or pulling you into his arms at any moment

He’s not one to be caught off guard, and if he does it’s rare

He knew you were planning to do something when you approached him with a smile that seemed too sweet- but he’s curious to see what you’re trying to pull off. He won’t stop you

Just know that you’re playing a very dangerous game- and he isn’t one to lose

Dazai could feel your eyes on him, and he could picture the gears turning in your head. You’re obviously plotting something- but he’ll pretend to let you have the upper hand. Could this be revenge for the little stunt he pulled at your doorstep last night? More than likely, but he couldn’t help it- it was so fun to tease you and see your reactions!

An amused smile played on his lips as he thought about last night- how flustered you were getting from just a brush of his fingertips, the denial of it, how close he was to pressing his lips against yours…

It was a fun little cat and mouse game you both were playing. Even if you mistakenly thought that you were the cat, Dazai was still enjoying himself.

But he had to admit, his patience was starting run a bit thin at this game. And he was ready to be selfish-

“Dazai.”

“Hm?” You stood before him, arms crossed. You tried your best to not look bothered, nervous, but the way your fingers tapped away and the fidgeting that you’re trying to hide made it apparent that you’re planning something.

“Can you give me your report on the Hanako case? I’m ready to turn it in.”

“Well anything for you belladonna.” He collected the papers in one pile and held it out to you. He came off nonchalant, but he was watching your moves carefully- did you really think you could catch him by surprise? He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

When your fingers brushed his for the papers, he let his touch linger as he spoke up. “That can’t be all that you came over here for, is it?”

He smirked as he heard your breath catch. You’re so easy to rattle.

“No, actually-“ You softly put the papers back down, a flash of determination crossed your face.

“I’m finishing what you started.”

You pulled him by his bolo tie and smashed your lips against his. Dazai’s own eyes were wide as yours was tightly shut.

For once, he was caught off guard, and by the time he started to melt into the kiss and move to wrap his arms around you, you had already pulled away.

You didn’t look him in the eyes as you grabbed at the papers again, clearing your throat. Seems that you were still processing what you did yourself, “Now, if you excuse me-“

Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough.

You jumped when his wrist caught your arm, and you felt yourself being pulled back.

“Oh there you are-“

Kunikida stopped in his tracks, his words trailing off and a questioning look on his face.

You were trapped against Dazai’s chest, whose smile was unnerving and only making you sweat more.

Before Kunikida could even begin to ask what he was happening, Dazai was already pulling you away, claiming that there was a very important case that had to be solved that couldn’t wait any longer.

Gin

Gin’s senses are sharp- and they never fail her. Even when she’s not on a mission, she’s always aware of her surroundings, prepared for the moment when she needs to strike

But it still doesn’t stop her from getting flustered

Or rather- from you making her flustered

No one would have ever suspect that a high-ranking assassin like herself would be acting a schoolgirl being near her crush- and the same could be said for you

You love seeing Gin smile so much.

Honestly you just love seeing her.

She came off as delicate despite being able to easily end anyone with just a flick of her wrist. You would have never imagined that you would get this close to Gin- let alone fall in love.

Yet here you are, fingers itching to lace them with her own.

You chose a private space away from everyone else to watch the fireworks, high enough to get a good view and quiet to where you could admire her in peace. Just glancing at her now, raven hair cascading down her back with a soft smile with a glow from the flashing sparks- she always took your breath away, but this was to a new level.

And it awakened something in you.

“Gin.”

Her eyes flickered over to yours, and any hesitations that you had vanished in that very moment.

You clenched your fists and took in a deep breath, before willing yourself to grab at her hands.

She let out a small squeak, and could already see how flushed her cheeks were getting.

It was now or never.

Your eyes were shut tight when you pulled her forward and connected your lips.

Everything went still in that moment, and there were a million thoughts running through your head- how soft her lips were, how you can’t believe that you’re actually finally doing this-

When you pulled away, Gin’s face was completely flushed and head turned the opposite way. She couldn’t even look you in the eyes- not that you were brave enough to look at her either.

You were expecting her to move away and sprint to the other side, until you felt something on top of your hand-

You glanced down to see her fingertips meeting yours. You can see how they were slightly trembling, but she still laid them gently on top of yours.

Gin still wasn’t looking at you and vice versa, but it didn’t stop you from lacing your fingers together.

You both sat there gazing at the fireworks, while she gently gave your hand a squeeze.

Ango

Does Ango know anything besides work?

You’re a bit concerned- not only in how he works nonstop, but also in how little he was paying attention to you- it sounds petty, but it’s the truth!

It’s so easy for him to get consumed with his work with how much is weighing on his shoulders with his position, but you don’t want him to overwork himself either

Lucky for you- you knew how to make him take a break and a way for you to get your point across…

“Ango.”

“Just a second dear- I’m almost done with this report.”

You know that Ango has no simple job. The multiple hours that he puts into his work aren’t useless- it directly affects Yokohama, that much you know. But it wouldn’t do the city or Ango himself good if he keeps pushing him to the point of over exhaustion.

It’s been nights where he would tell you not to wait up on him and you do so anyway, seeing him crawl into bed mere hours before sunlight would come into your shared room. You were already concerned when it happened, and it only grew when it kept happening more.

There was to immediate threat that he had to focus on, yet Ango was never a procrastinator, already trying to be one step ahead of whatever problem would come next- which wasn’t bad, but it was when it was getting the way of his health and his relationship.

And desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Ango,” you placed your head directly in front of the screen and he jolted back. You took this moment of weakness to crawl into his lap, effectively straddling him.

Ango’s cheeks were progressively getting redder by the second, and the stutters that left his lips began to jumble together the more your hands trailed up his chest, reaching up to remove his glasses. You forgot how much you loved seeing him like this- seeing him unravel under your fingertips.

Before he could even try to understand what you were up to, you pulled him by his tie and locked lips with him.

His breath hitched and his eyes widened, hands hovering above your waist. You felt the tension in his body slowly leave as he sunk into the kiss, eyes closing and pulling you even closer.

When you both broke apart, you rested your forehead against Ango’s, who was panting lightly with his eyes unfocused. The tips of his ears were turning brighter (if that was possible), when you kissed him again.

“Come to bed with me?” You gave him another peck. “Please?”

“It- It is getting late, I could always finish this tomorrow.” He cleared his throat, trying to get himself composed again even if he was failing miserably.

Was it a bit of an underhanded tactic? Probably.

But you thought it was worth it when you were curled into Ango’s arms later on that night, both of you soundly sleeping.

[oikasugayama]

I wrote this for myself because it's my birthday and I love Ango. Yes, I made myself a little flustered with this. I love this animated man.

ango fluff and smut (: click here to read on ao3

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"Ms. [Y/N], can I have a brief word with you in my office?"

You look up from your work slowly, letting your eyes trail up the tall, slim frame of the man standing before you.

"Of course Mr. Sakaguchi, but may I ask what we'll be discussing?" you ask, standing and brushing your skirt flat. He watches you closely but you don't sense any malice.

"It's about your time off request." Mr. Sakaguchi turns on his heel and walks down the hall to his office. You aren't exactly his secretary, and he isn't exactly your boss, but given that you work on his contracts he does have say in your schedule, so to any eavesdroppers or nosy workers in the building it makes sense that he'd ask you to his office regarding your schedule.

To you, though, it doesn't make sense. You could see though his lie a million miles away.

As soon as his office door closes behind you, you tell him as much.

"My time off request was the best excuse you could come up with?" you ask mischievously, following him across the room to his desk. "That's a silly excuse. If you wanted some alone time with me, you could have just said so." He sits in his executive-style chair, and you perch yourself on the corner of his desk, crossing one leg over the other, leaning back on your hand to display yourself in front of him.

He reaches out instinctively to pet your thigh, letting his fingers prod against the hem of your skirt.

"Ms. [Y/N]," he says in a chiding tone that you know is him being playful. "You wrote in your request notes, and I quote--" he looks to his computer and reads, "--'It's my birthday and my birthday wish is to not work on my birthday and also for my boyfriend to spend the night with me for my birthday.'"

"It's a very reasonable request," you say innocently. "Did I mention that my birthday is tomorrow?" You smile. Mr. Sakaguchi looks at you, feigning being unamused.

"Yes, I got the message. You do know that if for some reason I hadn't been able to approve your request, it would have gone to the floor manager? What would he have thought about your unprofessionalism?"

"I can't pretend that's the most unprofessional thing I've said or done in this office," you say, laying your hand on his and urging it higher up your thigh. "Or should I say, not the most unprofessional thing we've done in this office, Ango?"

You watch as his tongue pokes out just slightly to wet his lips as he briefly thinks of what to say.

"After hours is one thing. Things that leave paper trails are another. You didn't actually say anything wrong so I'm not scolding you--"

"--Not that you could if you tried--"

"--but please next time you want my attention just say so. You don't have to send a form to ask me to spend the night with you."

"I know," you say softly, reaching out to tame a strand of hair trying to escape his typical pushed-back style. "But I wasn't going to let you forget this one. It's my first birthday since we've started dating and I'm very excited about it. I want you to come over after work tonight, and I want to wake up to you in the morning, and I want to spend the whole day with you."

"So you want me to take the day off as well?"

"Duh," you say, giggling after. "And you had two weeks to put that together because I submitted that time off request with plenty of notice."

He rolls his eyes and reaches out for you, wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you toward him until you have no choice but to slide yourself off the desk and onto his lap.

"Luckily your heavy-handedness had the intended effect. I'll be seeing you tonight."

"Promptly at 5:30?" you ask, bringing up a contentious point between yourself and your workaholic partner.

"Promptly," he starts, but looks away from you--his tell-tale sign of lying and/or saying something he knows you won't be happy about. "at 6:30. I have a little bit I'll have to do to prepare for missing work tomorrow, and I want to stop at the store before going to your apartment." You make a face somewhere between a frown and a pout, prompting him to say, "I promise I'll make it up to you."

"You better," you mumble, leaning in to kiss him. He responds as he always does, kissing back enthusiastically as if your kisses are the air he breathes, while also greedily holding you in place by his large hands splayed across whatever part of your body he can grab--now being just barely above your ass with his right hand and the middle of your upper back with his left hand.

Two sharp knocks on his office door make you break the kiss with a sigh and the roll of your eyes. His actual secretary is asking permission to open the door--a code they worked out long ago before you and Ango used it to your advantage to have some alone time behind closed doors at the office.

You climb out of his lap and straighten your skirt, turning to him afterwards to make sure your lipstick--albeit a very subtle shade--hasn't accidentally transferred onto his mouth. He knows exactly what you're looking for and tilts his head toward you, making a kissy face then smiling closed-mouth, then making his neutral face.

"All good," you say, nodding. "See you tonight."

His secretary knocks quickly twice more, and you quickly cross the room to open the door.

"Sorry," you say to her, giving your best business-apologetic performance. "We were working out my schedule. He's free now."

She doesn't give you a second glance as you walk past her and back to your desk. If she's ever suspected a thing between you and her boss, she's never let on.

x

When Ango gets to your apartment at 6:25 that evening, the first thing he asks after giving you a brief kiss is “have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No,” you tell him. “I wanted to wait until you got here to ask what you wanted.”

“Good. Go relax. I’ll make dinner.”

A wide smile works across your face and you reach up on your tiptoes to give him another kiss. Instead of going to the living room or your bedroom like he expected, you sit at the breakfast bar, giving yourself the perfect view of Ango as he begins unpacking the things he picked up before coming over.

“That’s where you’re going to relax?” he asks, giving you an eyebrow-raised look.

“It’s the best seat in the house,” you say, flashing your best cutesy smile. “I can’t miss seeing you cook.” You lean your head on your hand with your elbow on the counter and pout. “It’s so hot.”

Ango’s face has never been able to hide when he’s flustered. Now his eyes widen, his cheeks redden, and he turns away from you.

“I’m just cooking, there’s nothing hot about it.” He says, unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging it off.

“Ugh, that’s one of my favorite parts,” you sigh, kicking your feet a little under your chair. “And now you’re gonna roll your sleeves up and it’s gonna be so hot.”

“Stop,” he whines, shoulders slumping. You bite your lip and try to get a glimpse of his face when he goes to the door to hang up his coat. Bright red, as you suspected. “You’re trying to work me up on purpose.”

“Of course I am,” you say in your overly sweet voice reserved purely for teasing your boyfriend. “It’s my birthday tomorrow and I’ve been a very good girl, so I’ve got all sorts of mischief I need to get out of my system before I turn 24.”

“I seem to recall several instances in which you were not a good girl,” Ango says, rolling his sleeves up just as you’d predicted. He seems to do it with an extra flourish in the flick of his wrist, putting on a bit of a show for you as he exposes his arms. One of your favorite words to call him--slutty-- is on the tip of your tongue begging to come out but he speaks before you can get it out, shocking you so thoroughly that you don’t speak for several minutes after.

“I prefer dessert after dinner, so if you could wait to be my brat until we’ve eaten, I would appreciate it.”

x

He never exaggerates when he says he’ll eat you for dessert. His glasses are off and his face is buried completely in your cunt, your wetness smearing all over his nose, his cheeks, his mouth, his chin. His tongue works vicious circles around your clit, as he stares up at you, demanding beforehand that you watch him, that you know who works you up so much that you become a babbling mess, unable to say even the few syllables of his name cohesively. His long, slender fingers pressing relentlessly against your g-spot make it all the more overwhelming, though he barely has to move his fingers because your twitching and squirming does most of that work for him.

He doesn’t stop until you cum twice from his tongue and fingers alone, then he finally stops, wipes his face sloppily on his arm and scoots up to you.

“Open,” he demands, and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for his fingers to land on and he slides them in, letting you taste yourself and clean him off at the same time. “Good girl.”

When you stop sucking, he pulls his fingers out and wipes your spit off on the leg of his pants. You look down and immediately see the straining of his dick against the inside of his pants. He always gets hard from eating you out, and it never fails to turn you on more. The way your bodies react to each other is intoxicating, and you want nothing more right now than to choke on his cock.

“My turn?” he asks, knowing exactly what you’re thinking given where you’re staring. You nod quickly and reach for his belt, but he stops you.

“Watch.”

He waits until you’re still, then sitting on his knees so you have the perfect view he slowly unbuckles his belt, pulling it all the way off and laying it on the bed rather than dropping it to the floor. Your heart flutters, hoping that means what you think it does.

His long fingers deftly unbutton his pants and unzip them, pushing them down just enough so his dick through his underwear has a bit of room to shift and try to move upwards. He hisses at the stimulation as he palms over it, letting it move and guiding it until you can see the head of it nearly poking out of the top of his waistband.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” he asks, licking his lips. You nod frantically, turning and moving around until you can settle yourself on your stomach right in front of him. He finally pulls his briefs down, hissing at the drag of the fabric down his shaft. “Go on, then.”

You hook your fingers under his waistband and pull his briefs down further, letting his balls out as well. You mouth down the side of his shaft, getting it covered in your spit and teasing him at the same time. You wrap one hand around the base of his shaft to hold him in place while the tip of your tongue teases along the shape of his tip, tracing each curve and the dip at the top. His fingers thread into your hair, and you know with just a bit more teasing he’ll force your head down and make both of you moan, but you move in before he has to.

You let his cock into your mouth, greedily accepting every long inch of him until your nose is being tickled by his pubes. He moans a pathetic whine of your name, and you bob your head shallowly, keeping as much of him in your mouth as possible.

“I still, ahh--” he whines. “I still can’t believe-- you can-- do that--” His breathing is unsteady and his voice trembles. As much as you love when he takes charge of you, you love making him pathetic at your touch even more.

You gently hold his balls in your free hand and tease your fingers over them lightly, feeling them twitch as he gets more and more worked up as you keep sucking, keep letting the tip of his cock bump the back of your throat, keep playing with his balls. His fingers tighten in your hair and he pulls, making your mouth slide toward the head of his cock.

“I’m not cumming in your mouth,” he says, trying his best to sound assertive again. “Don’t try it.”

You look up at him, and his eyes are screwed tightly shut, his teeth visible where he bites into his lip as you suckle, wiggling your tongue back and forth under him, trying your best to call his bluff. He only lets you play with him a little while longer before he’s gently cupping your jaw with one hand, signaling to you to stop. You obey, pulling back and watching cross-eyed as his dick leaves your mouth with a long string of spit connecting it to your mouth.

“You’re so good for me,” he says, petting your cheek. “And since it’s your birthday, you decide how we continue.” He lets go of your cheek and your hair, reaching up to unbutton the white shirt he still wears. You watch, licking your lips as his chest and stomach is slowly exposed. “I’m going to fuck you,” he says. “I’m going to make you forget your name. Do you want to be tied up? Do you want to ride me? Do you want to be under me so you can’t see anything but me?” 

After his shirt is gone and tossed to the floor, he gets up, taking off the rest of his clothes.

“Answer me,” he demands, standing at the side of the bed while you sit up form your laying position.

“All of it?” you ask, and he smirks.

“I knew you’d say that.”

x

By the time you finished and Ango was satisfied that he’d made you forget your name and everything else that wasn’t him, it was nearing midnight. He ran a bath for the both of you and kept his phone nearby while you were in it just so he could be the first one to tell you happy birthday as the clock struck 12.

In the morning he woke you up with breakfast in bed, and the entire day he spoiled you, giving in to your every wish. You went everywhere you wanted to go, holding his hand the whole way, anyone who could potentially see you be damned. He had a very hard time saying no to you on a regular day, and today it was simply impossible.

[mncxbe]

Hello! I really enjoy your posts they are really nice to read or re-read! I was wondering if you could do Fyodor headcanons (you could add chuuya dazai and more if you’d like) but fyodor x Gn!reader headcanons and how they would get ready for the holidays? Maybe make gingerbread houses or set up lights together? Feel free to ignore! :3

your ask just made me realise how close Christmas is goddamn~ I loved writing this. hope you like it anon♡♡

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓, 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ silly

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𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

☆ I'm gonna start off my saying that Fyodor most likely isn't particularly interested in the winter holidays, but he enjoys spending time with you. as long as he sees you smile, he's happy

☆ he's a big fan of baking; gingerbread, cupcakes with white and red frosting, deer shaped cookies. he loves it. although he doesn't always get involved, he spends hours on end by your side in the kitchen

☆ as for lights I think he likes those simple golden fairy lights; the flashy ones exhaust him fr

☆ hates to admit but he lowkey enjoys christmas movies; there's something extraordinary soothing about watching those sappy, same script films. it's a break in his routine

☆ I see him playing christmas music on the cello; but don't make him listen to commercial songs on the radio, he'll throw it out of the window

☆ he tells you stories about Russian christmas traditions or any other culture really

☆ he loves cuddling up to you under fluffy blankets while you two enjoy a cup of tea

☆ he's a sucker for the scent of oranges and cinnamon, so he'll buy some scented candles and place them around the house

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

★ you guys know those advent calendars with little chocolates for each day of December? yea, he has one of those

★ Dazai has never had the luxury of doing such mundane things as a kid; the Port Mafia isn't exactly a place to celebrate Christmas. so he puts a lot of effort into everything

★ loves to hang colourful lights around the house and other little ornaments (striped socks, christmas globes with that fake, glittery snow)

★ one evening he shows up with cookie shapes and asks you to make gingerbread with him

★ a marathon with Christmas movies is a must; you two sprawled on the bed with a mug of hot chocolate while the films roll in the background

★ he kisses you under the mistletoe every morning to "practice for the Christmas evening kiss"

★ he definitely wears a santa hat or reindeer horns while decorating the house. and knows "All I want for Christmas is you" by heart (it started off as a joke but he can't stop)

★ keep the mulled wine away from him

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒐

☆ because of work he's often too busy to help you decorate the place, but his heart swells with joy when he comes home one evening and finds your shared apartment nicely adorned with lights

☆ I feel like he also prefers more dimly lit lights, or even candles

☆ does his best to find time to bake something with you. he's a big fan of Panettone and sweetbread with sugar frosting

☆ buys you early presents for sure, to compensate for his absence

☆ look me in the eye and tell me this man doesn't wear fuzzy Christmas socks

☆ loves listening to jazzy music while you two spend time together. period

☆ he may not be that involved in the decorating process, but he does spend Christmas with you and does most of the cleaning after

[night-dazai]

requesting an ango x reader where reader gets hostage and ango just flips the hell out because he hasn't realize his s/o has been kidnapped for 2 days and his ass is so overworked he didn't know 😭

In the end he gets back to his s/o safe and sound 💕

Note: Sorry took a lot longer almost a month, was not feeling so good for the past weeks.

Let's Go Home :

Tags: angst, kidnapping, comfort and fluff

Heavy eye bags, dead eyes, messy hair sweating in an air-conditioned room. Ango stood staring at the big screen in front of him, people near him froze seeing the hacked screen where you lay on the floor beaten and bruised. Dress torn, bleeding from your lips and a little from the head and unconscious your body lay while someone angled the camera to your puffy face strained with tears and blood “Release him, Jay whom you arrested a week ago if not she is done for good “ a voice said showing your face and chuckling another voice spoke .” Hey hey she is such a beauty lets not let it go to waste “ hearing that voice few more voices broken into laughter as the screen went black.

Coughing and wheezing you slowly open your eyes, which hurt. Your entire body hurt but your head hurt even more and so did your hands which were tied behind your back as you sat in the chair trying to look up at the men looking at you. “Your bf sure loves you I think he looked so horrified, “ one said. Words were heard but it was hard to process “Ango….” you thought “Sa….me” you mumbled before fainting once again recalling that night ……………………………….

“It is my fault …it is my fault “ he mumbled to himself holding his head and almost tearing his hair out. Ranpo was looking at the files he had shown about Jay while the director of ADA was talking with Mori “It has been 2 days, it is very risky now but since they showed she is alive …we can try I guess” he said while the director just listened staring at Ango.

His heart was beating fast, very fast for the past few hours and all he could imagine were the worst possible things those men could do to someone like you. A normal person who has no idea what about the cruel underground world.”If only I took her calls, if only…..I was there …”

“I should have never fought, even if I did I should have gone and said sorry. I should have not left her alone … She is not involved in this world at all ……” he thought his nails scrapping his scalp when a bandaged hand yanked it from his hair “Enough we found a location if Ranpo’s guess is the right its to best to go fast, “ he said.

Ango could hardly process what was happening, he tried searching for you for hours but had no clue but the moment the mafia and ADA joined hands it was in 4 hours they found your location, was he too tired to search, was he angry at himself for not taking your calls ? he did not know but he knew one thing “ they are going to regret it “ he said following Dazai and Ranpo out.

“Please take it I am sorry “ you kept thinking clutching the phone as if it were your life you kept calling your lover “Please ango I am sorry “ you mumbled keeping it close to your ear as the ring went and went and said the person had not taken the call. Tears ran down your face, you both fought yesterday night when he came home late for the 1000th time according to you “I was forced to work okay “ he said rubbing his temples indicating he was annoyed “If you do not want me in the house.... fine “ he said in a low tone and before you could react he had left the house and did not come home in the morning also.

In the morning when the doorbell rang, you ran to it thinking about how to say sorry, but something told you to take a look at the window near it and there stood 5 men one with a gun talking to the others.

Running inside you hid in your closet and called your lover but he did not take the phone, and it did not take long for the kidnappers to find you and here you were fainted all bloody and beaten up thinking how you shouted at your already overworked boyfriend “ I am sorry …” was all you could think.

“No more ..it hurts ….” when your whole body pain was felt again as you slowly started to gain conciseness you just wanted to rest. But no people were screaming and shouting, there were some harsh words “What was…was it…..” you paid a little closer attention “ Chuuya!” said a loud voice “she is in that room “.

The voice sounded familiar but you could not place it on anyone and instant gunshots were heard, but you could not move or do anything and at this point, your body was on the verge of collapse “ Ango…..be safe….” you thought and fainted as you a bright light in front of you.

The room door which burst open had Ango rushing into you while destruction and chaos were behind him. His hands skilled but trembling untied you from the chair, and he slapped your face gently “Wake up…wake up…y/n….” he said but you did not wake up.

Ranpo came in and stood at the entrance, he knew Ango for reasons and many knew him for various reasons but none were good. They have seen him smile and laugh but not one person has seen him this devastated. Dazai smiled a little standing next to Ranpo “ he found some he truly loves I guess “ he said.

Ango was rocking your cold body mumbling “You are safe …please see me y/n ..open your eyes please” his eyes were wet with tears “Let's take her to the office and get her treated “ Dazai said placing a hand on hso shoulder .

Your head had a sharp sting “Again….” you thought “Voice…just voc-Ango ?” you mumbled slowly opening your eyes. The room was brightly lit it took your eyes a few seconds to adjust but once it did you saw your lover.

Ango was talking to the director or ADA and Mori while the doctor lady from ADA was adjusting your IV “Ango..” you mumbled again a bit louder gaining all their attention.

He rushed to you, holding your hand “Y/n..yes me I am here ….i am here “ he said. His voice broke as he kept saying sorry, his hands were trembling. You have never seen your boyfriend like this and you also did not like this. You wanted to tell him it's okay and it's not this fault, you wanted to comfort him but your throat hurt at the thought of speaking loud.

Collecting any strength you had you pulled him closer by his shirt, hugging his neck you kissed his cheek “ I love you …” cough ..” home.. let's go home “you said. Your words made the man lose all kind of control and sob in your weak little arms but it felt so strong and warm as everyone left the room.

[judasgot-it]

Hey! I Hope You’re doing well, I just wanted to request a prompt real quick!! :)

If it’s not too much of an issue, can you do Ango when he gets home to his s/o after a really rough and long day, and reader just offers comfort to him, making sure he’s alright and he ends up crying.

If you don’t think this is a really good idea you can disregard it, anyways, thank you and have a good day/night! <3

DW if you think your idea isn't 'good' - this is an x reader blog, this is the writing equivalent of going to wafflehouse at 3 am and being served by a raccoon. There are no bad ideas here <3.

But back on that angst GRIND sorry bout the late response btw I was traveling and then I had college but >_<

Scenario: Comforting Ango after a long day at work. TW: Men crying, Dark era

Ango felt his eyes burn in his sockets from exhaustion. His neck strained to keep his head up as he stared ahead at the screen.

This was his usual if anyone asked.

He was one of the best there was. He had memorized almost every file he had come across - it was frightening, considering he only needed it for a moment. He could work like a machine.

But it had to eventually catch up with him.

He wasn't ready to stop working. He could type with his eyes closed - which he was currently doing so they could rest, if just for a second.

When the next thing he'd known, he was there. There.

The smoke, the heat on his skin. There was a voice he knew but couldn't make out the face of.

Someone was shaking him, vaguely he was aware that it was a dream but he couldn't open his eyes. He felt completely frozen.

Ango was stuck.

There was a man telling him that he had trust in him, with brown hair and blue eyes - older than he should have. Ango remembered him looking like a child.

He missed how he smiled like one - here, he was only able to give him a small tilt of the lips. He trusted Ango though, clearly, from how close he was. Burning.

The shaking had gotten rougher, there was a voice he couldn't place. A young woman who didn't belong in a bombing, who wasn't there at the bar.

Ango knew she didn't belong there. Her hand shook his shoulder, which rocked the glasses that sat on the bar.

He was back at Lupin's.

The man from the bombing wasn't there. He was supposed to be - a seat was there for him, with a drink he knew he loved. Whiskey, with ice that was melting too quickly.

But instead it was Ango, alone -

, and Dazai.

Dazai was saying something, angry at him.

He remembers how his face had twisted so horribly that day. Like out of a horror movie he had watched you once -

But Dazai wasn't saying the words he had said.

It was that woman's voice.

The next thing he knew, he was up.

He had stepped into reality, seeing a young woman staring at him, rather concerned.

She wasn't Dazai.

She was staring at him, blinking at him with large, doe-like eyes.

Her long dark hair was in a neat bun, and her clothes were actually appropriate for the government building they were in.

A normal person. Who for some reason was waking him up, concerned about him right now.

"Ango. You need to leave, there's a fire evacuation right now."

Oh.

He never registered that noise until now.

That wasn't the bomb.

Just a fire alarm.

Ango rubbed his eyes tiredly, feeling how his eyes were wet. Was he crying? His hand pulled away days worth of dead skin on his oily skin.

He needed a shower.

"Ango."

"I know, I know. I'm leaving. I think -"

Ango stood up, his vision spotting as he stared around the room. It was nearly empty, with his computers and the damn ringing surrounding the two of them.

"I think I'm gonna go home right now."

"What?"

The intern looked at him, trying to hide how baffled she was. This was most likely the first time he has voluntarily left his desk since she had started working there. This would be shocking for her.

"Just let everyone else deal with it. Don't worry."

"Oh. Well um. Have a good day, then?"

Ango stared past her, his walk down the hallway was aimless. Automatic. He knew the way, but only through muscle memory.

"Yeah. I hope you do as well."

That's the response he knew he should give. But he could barely croak it out of his throat.

Really, he just wanted to scream. Maybe cry. Something more than the monotone feeling he was locked in.

-

The ringing never left his ears. Tinnitus had never left him, which didn't do him good as he walked alone. Even as he stepped into his empty apartment, all he could focus on was the high-pitched wail - like a radio he could never shut off.

It was thanks to gunshots, which he really hadn't had the luxury of hearing in years.

He hadn't held one properly in a while. There wasn't a real need for him to shoot when he was good at his job. It was cushy compared to what he did in the past.

But today felt like years ago.

"Hey."

Ango wouldn't admit that he jumped at hearing your voice from behind him.

Your arms were happy to hold him, your face burying itself into his shoulder. He forgot how cold he was.

"You're home early."

Ango nodded, staring down at his feet as he toed off his shoes. He didn't want to think anymore, not as his face felt a little too hot.

Your hands reached up, pulled at the fabric around his chest.

"Did you decide to finally give yourself a break for a change?"

Your breath was right against the shell of his ear, making it burn.

"Yeah. I guess I did."

He turned around, looking at you. He tried to smile from behind his spectacles, covered in so many smudges he forgot how to see clearly.

Ango could still see your eyes.

"Do I look that miserable?"

He gave a weak laugh, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"You look awful. When was it the last time you slept?"

"I can't remember. Doesn't matter now, does it?"

You shook your head, holding onto his waist firmly.

"No. I think it does. To me it does."

Ango nodded along. A part of him didn't believe you.

That part was burning him alive from the inside, threatening to spill over from his eyes. His throat felt tight, making him eat his dry tongue.

"Let's lay down."

He followed you like a doll. He let you drag him to your shared bedroom, coddling his head to your chest like a prized stuffed toy. To the best of your ability to encircled your body around him, your legs warming up his cold skin.

You took off his glasses, putting them to the side. Gently you tugged your thumbs along his skin, gently massaging his brow bone and the wrinkles you could see slowly forming.

"I love you."

To you it was lighthearted, your voice light as you were more focused on curling your fingers along his hair.

To Ango, those words allowed him to curl into you fully, his face burying into your chest - and despite him trying to stop them, he felt his face get wet and hot with tears, his throat stuttering as noise desperately tried to come out of him.

He was burning.

His scalp was burning as you ran your nails along it. His skin burned as his clothes felt tight and rough in the wrong places.

Somewhere his chest burned, as he held in his sobs. Bile wanted to come up from how hard he held them in, nearly convulsing with the force of them.

He felt you lean down, kissing his forehead.

"You can cry, you know? You're safe here."

Ango forced himself to take a deep breath in before he muffled his scream in your shoulder.

Ango let himself burn, just for a little while.

He was here, and not there.

He had to tell himself that as he forgot the sound of his own voice.

Guess who's back babyyyy >_> anyway I kinda experimented here hope it was jarring I feel like I write a lot of intimacy but no action and such so I wanted to try some variation so excuse it if it's rough, I've never written a dream sequence before

[pfpanimes]

⌕ bungo stray dogs • ango sakaguchi.

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[pillow-anime-talk]

Nsfw 41 for ango from BSD for fem reader

Maybe their married idk

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; hot romance; smut; ango as a workaholic; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual acitivities, oral sex (female receives), fingering, desk sex, kisses everywhere, squirting, no condom, creampie, a bit of dirty talk, pet names

includes: female reader ft. ango sakaguchi {bsd}

authos’s note: i am sorry you waited so long, but i started working in mid-august, and i am also on an internship and i just don’t have much free time to write stories :(

41. “Of course. I am yours. Only yours.”

It was a quiet afternoon; September was a transitional month between warm summer and rainy and windy autumn, so today was a sunny day, and at the same time a gentle rain had been falling since the morning, which watered the plants in a natural way and also was a nightmare for women who had washed the windows or hung up the laundry at balcony the previous day.

However, you were proudly walking in the middle of the sidewalk with an dark blue umbrella in your hand. On the way, you only stopped at a bakery for two oatmeal cookies with dark chocolate, and then you got to the well-known building without any major problems. In this huge place, guarded by two security guards, your husband, Ango, worked. You had known each other for over a dozen years, and you met at university, when you chose the same field of study. At the beginning, your acquaintance was based on quick ‘Hellos’ and ‘Goodbyes’, but during one integration trip you became a little closer to each other and at the same time became friends. Then, during your second year of studies, you became a lovely couple and a few months after writing your diploma theses, he proposed to you. Your relationship was textbook and problem-free, and your arguments consisted of very domestic things like: taking out the trash, dirty dishes in the sink, and hair in the bathtub drain.

Everyone at Ango’s work knew you well, so they greeted you with a smile and a slight nod of the head. The woman behind the reception window didn’t even have to ask for your name or last name, she only nodded, saying that your husband was in his office and filling out the documents that had recently been delivered to him. You thanked her and wished her a peaceful afternoon – since it was almost 5 p.m. – and then headed to the right floor and then to a room you knew well. You knocked three times as was your custom and then went inside.

When Ango saw you, he merely tocuhed his glasses with a slight smirk, inviting you to sit right on his lap. You hadn’t really seen each other since last night, as your partner got up quite early and after a quick see you later kiss (while you were still asleep), left your cozy apartment twenty minutes from downtown.

“... I brought you a cookie, honey.” You giggled gently, placing the paper bag on the wooden desk right next to the stack of large books, papers and the black monitor.

“Thank you.” He replied, his soft smile was still visible. “How was your day, love?” And this simple question consumed you for the next half hour.

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At some point, between eating a delicious cookie and drinking a cup of tea from the coffee machine under the window, and a short conversation on the phone with Hana – the woman from the ground floor, from the reception desk – that everyone had already left the office, you were seated on hard, slightly too cold wood, and your bare buttocks slid across its surface, soaking it from time to time.

Your husband’s tongue brought you to the brink of orgasm without any problem, and his hands gripped the skin of your thighs and calves. From time to time you felt his fingers pushing against your hot walls, and soft moans escaped your lips, muffled by your own hand. A feeling of uncertainty and at the same time excitement and joy bubbled in your mind and heart. At some point, your orgasm was so close that you tightened your legs around your husband’s neck, apologizing to him after a while.

Your pussy was throbbing, and although oral sex was an amazing alternative to regular one, at that moment you wanted nothing more than to have your beloved, long-term partner’s cock fill you to the very back of your uterus and fill you with cum until the last drop. At that thought, a few trickles of your juice wet Ango’s two fingers and his chin again.

“...Tell me what you want.” He said from between your legs and you just tilted your head back, biting your bottom lip between your teeth. “What’s going through your pretty head?”

“Ango…” You muttered, breathing raggedly. “Please stop. Enough of this. Just fuck me already.” The desperation in your voice was palpable and visiable. The dark-haired man only raised the right corner of his mouth. “Please...”

“You’re mine, right?” He raised an eyebrow slightly and you immediately nodded. Perhaps too fast and too chaotic, which could look comical from a third-person perspective.

“Of course. I am yours. Only yours.” You assured the twenty-five-year-old, and he smiled more clearly. “Ango, please. Baby.”

A few moments passed, too long for you, before your husband lifted his body and then rested both of his hands on the sides of your buttocks. He leaned down slightly to kiss your lips, swollen from biting, and you moaned once again that evening, feeling not only the taste of coffee without sugar and milk, but also yourself. Your hands immediately tangled in the unnaturally soft hair and your thighs tightened around the man’s waist. You felt his erection against your pussy and you almost died when his right hand cupped one of your breasts. Your bra was far away from you, as were your pants and lace panties. Ango was still in his clothes, although his belt was loose and his shirt had lost its white buttons.

“Make love with me.” You said shyly. Your voice was like a small cat begging for some attention. Your husband just chuckled under his breath, kissing you once again on the lips and then on the forehead before sliding his pants down to his ankles along with his black boxers. His cock glistened with precum, making your pupils big. “Ango...”

He ran the wet tip of his dick over your entrance a few times and you almost screamed at how much he was tormenting and toying with you. It only took a moment for you to melt between his fingers, but luckily after three seconds his cock entered you without any problem. You never needed lube, the overwhelming arousal gave you enough lubrication.

The room became stuffy as your breaths mixed together and your bodies hit each other, causing the desk to creak. You felt your pussy pulsating from the inside and your clit slapping against his pubic mound. Your husband’s cock was fucking you as good as ever, and the fact that you were having sex at his place of work added a strange but interesting edge to it all. Everything around seemed exciting.

A few moans, gasps and grunts later, the desk was getting wetter and wetter, your juices dripping onto the wooden floor, slightly lighter than the furniture. Your teeth bit into the skin of your husband’s neck while he tightened his grip on your waist, ass and thighs, sometimes your neck and hair as well, although he wasn't a fan of pulling them. He hit your g-spot with the greatest precision and didn't spare you a few hickeys, which after a few minutes proudly decorated your breasts and cleavage.

When you felt the distinct slap, you squirted like clockwork, making your pussy tighten even more on your man’s cock. He let out a long growl and then rested his forehead against yours – they were both sweaty and red, just like the rest of your faces: ears, nose, cheeks. He moved inside you a few more times, causing a few drops of cum to fall onto the wood between his legs, and then he sighed, tired.

“... We have to clean up.”

“Yes. We have to.”

[sinshinsin]

Secukupnya.

[Se • cu • kup • nya]

In English: enough

Minor DNI!

We all failed, raise your drink and grieve together.

TW/CW ?? slight mention of unhealthy obsession (not healthy, don't do it), lewd scene, hazy depiction of how obsession works, borderline to unhealthy relationship, profanity, mentions of sexual harassment, reader didn't have a good relationship with their family, mention of abuse, mention of neglectment, mention of prostitute, mention of death, logical fallacy that would hurt your brain, mention self harm scar, at this point this whole fic is a trigger warning

Character/fandom !! Ango Sakaguchi | Bungou Stray Dogs

Further Information !? [GN!Reader] [Reader and Ango is inside a relationship] [Universe where Ango is not that overworked lmao] [Reader and Ango live together] [Ango-centered] [2nd POV]

You're tired, and he's tired of seeing you tired.

Ango hates it, every time you went home crying. As he asked you why, you'd answer it's your toxic workplace, shitty colleague and perverted boss. Yet, you still went to your workplace every morning as if nothing happened. As if your boss didn't just throw you a nasty look yesterday.

Ango hates it, every time you shout when your family calls you just to cuss the shit out of you. After the call ended, you would tell him how bad your family is. And how they didn't support you, calling you a failure, and constantly comparing you to your cousin whose according to them is doing much better. Yet, you still consider them as your family and relatives. As if your father didn't went to jail three times for abusing his family. As if your mother won't neglect you in the past and sell herself.

Ango hates it, whenever your 'friends' would comes up to you and tells you how they need your help. Only to betray you over and over again. Ango also had enough of your friends' attempts to take him away from you just because he worked at the government and makes a lot of money. Heck, he didn't have the heart to betray you no matter how much Botox injections they had on their ass or lips. Yet, you still adore them and helped them.

No, no, he didn't hates you. He hates how the world fuck you off entirely. At first, he'd comfort you by cuddling or brewing a cup of tea. But as the time goes, the hell of life you've been living gets worse. Your boss 'accidentally' touched your ass, your family starts to sent you death threats and your toxic friends almost killed you but then they brushed it off by stating they're joking.

But then, Ango realized. He didn't have that much power to stand up for you. He's a coward. Surely Ango won't abuse his power in the government to defame your boss for him to get fired. And it's too risky for both of you to just "fuck it, let's move to another country". As there's a lot of people that would shoot his head off if they could.

Ango wants to live with you happily forever, that's all he wanted. He wants you to be happy as a baby. He hates how you have to cry on his chest almost every night.

But then, it struck him. What if he just took you from those shitty people? What if he just lock you up for him alone?

"Hmm? You want to do it right now?" You said as both of you were cuddling. Despite his subtle blush, Ango eagerly nodded. It's one of the rarest night where you won't come home crying. Just physically tired. "Fine, just go slow on me okay? I'm kind of tired." As you giggled when Ango carried you to your room.

His eyes laced to your face as his hands delicately unbuttoning your shirt, how blush blooms on your cheeks from either embarrassment or lust. Once both of you had undressed wholely, Ango traces his hand on your left hand. How his finger accidentally brushed on your scar, you winced. But he interrupted with a quick and quiet apologize.

"I'll put it in, okay?" As he saw a little nod, Ango pushed his member inside you. You moan as if he never did it to you. The voice is a blessing for the man behind you. As he started to move, you muffled your mouth with a pillow. God, he loves you. Ango wants the whole world to know he loves you.

His eyes admire how your body curls up whenever he thrusts, how you moaned almost on every time he touched you. His right hand traced that delicate line on your back, he could swore that you're the eighth wonders in this whole planet. As Ango start to picks up the pace, you yelped. "Ahn! Hun, I-I love you!"

Those three words were enough to activate whatever inside his brain, making him rougher. Ango can't help, but to moan at the sensation. The sounds of wet skin slapping and your moans filled the low dimmed room. The moonlight was the only one who knew your shenanigans that night, how two adults running away from the cruel reality of the world they're living and how a couple expressed their feelings to each other with sex.

As Ango felt he's running around the edge, he closed the gap between his chest and your back. He sniffed your scent, your natural scent. His hips started to move out of rythm, hence your uncontrollable moan. You sound perfect, you're just perfect.

"I-I'm close ...."

Between your breathy whimper, you answered "Me too," was enough to make him go wilder each thrust. The scent of your body was getting stronger, as if it's enveloped his whole sense. Ango closed his eyes, as he can't think about anything except pleasuring you.

You howled his name at your climax, the same time he reached his ejaculation. The moments felt like hours, both of you enjoys it. But as you came down from your high, you lay on your right side. As he calmed his breath, he spooned you from behind. "I love you too," was whispered on your ear.

As you drifted to your dream, Ango buried his nose on your hair.

"This world is a burning trash, I'll protect you from it. You're mine, mine alone."