#bsd fluff

[poekaryote]

successful confessions! (friendzoning ver. here)

ft. dazai, ranpo, akutagawa, chuuya, nikolai + BONUS ATSUSHI!

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dazai. he’s tried to flirt with you before. actually, he flirts with you constantly—like a habit, like breathing. half of yokohama probably thinks you’re already dating.

but you never took him seriously. not really. and he understands why. it’s his fault. he’s too much of a joke to be taken seriously. too many empty smiles, too many lazy pick-up lines. he’s made a name out of playing pretend.

so this time, he wants to do it differently. no dramatics. no fake suicide attempts, no over-the-top metaphors. just him. just honesty.

the rooftop is quiet. the sun’s dipping behind the city, casting shadows across the edge of the building. he leans against the railing beside you, close enough that his arm brushes yours.

“you know,” he says, voice gentler than usual, “i think you’re the only person who’s ever made me want to stop playing around.”

you glance at him, lips quirking. “is this another one of your lines?”

he chuckles softly. “no. that’s the thing. it’s not.”

he pauses, gaze fixed on the sky. “i don’t expect you to believe me. i’ve made it pretty hard to take anything i say seriously. but… i think about you a lot. and not in the flirty, ridiculous way you probably think. i mean the quiet kind. the real kind.”

you blink, surprised. he’s not smiling. not like he usually does. his voice is steady, eyes focused, like for once, he’s showing you the version of himself no one gets to see.

“i know it doesn’t mean much, coming from someone like me,” he murmurs, “but i like you. properly. and if you’d give me the chance, i’d like to show you that i can be serious about you.”

your breath catches. he finally turns to face you, expression unreadable—but not guarded. not distant. for once, he’s not trying to be clever or charming. he’s just… trying.

you smile. really smile this time. and when you reach for his hand, he exhales, shaky.

“okay,” you say. “then show me.”

his hand tightens in yours like a vow.

ranpo.

he waits until the office is empty.

no one to interrupt. no one to tease. just you and him, sprawled on the agency couch, feet propped up, the remains of too many snack wrappers littering the table.

“hey,” he says, leaning sideways so his head lands on your shoulder. “so. big secret.”

you raise a brow. “yeah?”

he peeks up at you, eyes sparkling.

“i’m in love with you.”

you laugh, like he’s being silly. “that’s a bold way to start a joke.”

“who’s joking?” he says, grinning. “you’re smart and sweet and you always bring me strawberry gummies. i decided like a week ago. i love you.”

“ranpo,” you start.

“no takebacks!” he cuts in. “now it’s your turn.”

you pause.

“…my turn?”

he nods dramatically. “you’ve been staring at me like i’m your favorite puzzle. so come on. say it.”

you roll your eyes — but you’re smiling, cheeks flushed.

“fine. maybe i love you too.”

he beams. “knew it.”

and then he throws an empty candy wrapper in celebration.

akutagawa.

he thinks about you more than he should. that’s the first thing he realizes. he doesn’t understand it, not fully. love has always been a concept that felt distant, messy, something he didn’t believe himself capable of. he’s sharp edges. he's violence in a coat and gloves. not the type to fall in love, and certainly not the type anyone falls in love with.

but you’re different. you talk to him like he isn’t a weapon. you listen even when he’s quiet. and worse—you smile at him. not out of fear, not out of pity, but real, warm, genuine.

it terrifies him.

so for a while, he stays silent. watches from the edges. offers you small things—tea when you’re tired, his scarf when it’s cold, walks you home when the sun sets too early. he doesn’t have the language for affection, but he does his best with what he knows.

his hands are shaking.

you don’t notice at first — it’s cold, and he’s always a little stiff in winter. but when he reaches into his coat and pulls out a folded letter, the tremble is unmistakable.

“…i wrote something,” he mutters, not meeting your gaze.

you take it, unfold it gently. the handwriting is stiff and neat. it smells faintly like ink and metal.

you read it.

twice.

it’s… him. awkward and formal and painfully sincere.

“i do not know how to express this well. but i want you to understand. i care for you in ways that are unfamiliar to me. i would like to be more than your friend, if you allow it.”

you look up at him — he’s still not looking at you.

“akutagawa,” you say softly. “you don’t have to write it down.”

he stiffens. “…i thought i would say it wrong.”

you tuck the letter close to your chest. “you said it perfectly.”

he finally meets your gaze.

and when you step closer, take his hand, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years.

chuuya.

chuuya’s always been a planner.

he doesn’t just wake up one morning and decide to confess—he thinks it through. overthinks it, really. you mean too much to him to mess it up.

so he makes sure the timing’s right. that you’re both free that evening. that the weather’s good, his shirt is steamed, and his hair is cooperating. he even goes to the nice florist two train stops away just to get the bouquet you always pause in front of.

he’s a little overdressed—navy coat, gold buttons, sleek slacks—but it’s all intentional. he wants to look good for you.

when he shows up at your door, flowers in hand and a nervous smile tugging at his lips, he clears his throat like it might steady his heart.

“i was wondering if you’d let me steal you for the night.”

you grin, teasing. “steal me? sounds criminal.”

“just dinner,” he laughs. “and maybe a few things i’ve been wanting to say.”

he takes you to your favorite place. gets a table by the window. even remembers how you like your food. he’s all charm and smiles—until dessert comes, and his fingers tap once against the table.

“alright,” he says, quieter now. “this might sound stupid, but…”

you look at him, waiting.

he reaches into his coat pocket and sets down a small velvet box. not a ring, not yet—but a necklace. gold. subtle. elegant.

“i like you,” he says, voice low but certain. “more than i probably should. and i know we joke around a lot, but i mean it. i think about you all the time. you’re always in my head. and i want—i want to be someone important to you.”

you go a little still.

“you don’t have to answer now,” he adds quickly. “i just… wanted you to know.”

you lean forward, resting your hand over his. his breath catches.

“you already are.”

chuuya’s eyes flick up. “what?”

“you’re already important to me,” you say, smiling. “i thought it was obvious.”

he lets out a breath that sounds almost like a laugh—like relief.

“well,” he grins, cheeks warm. “i guess i worried for nothing.”

when he walks you home, he offers you his arm. you loop yours through it like it’s the most natural thing in the world. the necklace stays in your hand the whole way back.

he’s still grinning when you kiss his cheek at your door.

nikolai.

you don’t know what to expect when he drags you through the empty carnival grounds at dusk, laughing wildly about a “grand surprise of cosmically romantic proportions!”

“there better not be pigeons,” you mutter.

“just one,” he grins, bouncing on his heels. “but he’s strictly here for moral support!”

the carnival’s closed. long empty. you’re about to ask how he even got in when he waves a glittery ticket stub in your face.

“it’s not trespassing if you bribe the gatekeeper with a bag of cotton candy and a song about love,” he says, then winks. “besides. it’s for a good cause.”

he tugs you past ghostly snack stands and darkened booths until you reach the carousel—paint chipped, horses frozen mid-gallop, the whole thing quiet and still.

“ta-da!” he flourishes an arm. “romance!”

you blink. “…you brought me to a haunted carousel.”

“correction,” he says, hopping up onto the platform and pulling you with him, “i brought you to the haunted carousel where i plan to confess my eternal love for you, complete with dramatic lighting and perhaps a confetti cannon.”

“perhaps?!”

he spins around one of the horses, hands flared wide. “now imagine—me, you, one slow rotation, the soft creaking of aged machinery, and then—” he twirls dramatically, catching your hand and dipping you like you're in a musical. “—i bare my soul.”

you laugh, cheeks warm. “is this your way of asking me out?”

he pauses. still holding you. still just a little too close.

“…yeah,” he says, softer. “it is.”

your breath catches.

he smiles. not wide and ridiculous, like usual. just a small thing. honest. there’s a flicker of nervousness in it. something a little too real.

“i know i joke a lot,” he says. “i know i’m too much. but i mean it. i’m not playing around with this.”

you stare at him, heart suddenly loud.

“…i like you, too,” you whisper. “you’re not too much. you’re just—you. and i kinda love that.”

his eyes widen.

then, in perfect nikolai fashion, he whoops loud enough to startle three birds from a tree and pulls you into the tightest spin-hug imaginable.

“YES! i KNEW the carousel would work!!”

you laugh into his chest, dizzy with him, with the moment.

he kisses your forehead, light and fleeting, before pulling you up onto the carousel horse beside him.

“ride of your life,” he promises, already reaching for the controls. “confetti cannon pending.”

atsushi.

he doesn’t have a plan. of course he doesn’t.

he tried to make one—really, he did. even wrote a list of all the things he could do to show you how he felt. but the truth is, atsushi is terrible at planning things when he’s nervous. and nothing makes him more nervous than you.

so you get a knock on your door at 7:43pm. he’s holding a paper bag and two cans of your favorite tea.

“…hi,” he says, sheepish. “i, um. didn’t cook. but i remembered you said you were too tired to make dinner, so…”

you let him in, and he fidgets while you open the bag. inside: takeout from your favorite place. nothing fancy. just exactly what you wanted.

you beam. “atsushi…”

“you deserve good things,” he says, then winces. “i mean—not that food is the only good thing, but—i wanted to make sure you ate. and that you know i care.”

he looks like he wants to disappear.

you walk up to him and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “you’re the sweetest person alive.”

he stares at you. like you just reset the universe.

“i… i am?” he stammers.

you smile. “you are.”

you spend the night on the floor, cross-legged, sharing food and watching old cartoons. atsushi’s shoulders slowly relax. he laughs more. he leans against you once, shyly—and doesn’t move away when you lean back.

eventually, you glance at him, gentle. “you’re always doing nice things for me. why?”

he fidgets with the hem of his sleeve.

“because i like you,” he says, barely above a whisper. “a lot.”

you blink. “you… like me?”

he nods, cheeks flushed. “i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. i just—I wanted you to know.”

you set down your drink. reach for his hand.

“atsushi,” you say, “you make me feel safe. happy. seen. how could i not like you?”

he blinks once. twice. and then—like sunlight breaking through clouds—he smiles. full and soft.

“…really?”

you nod. and this time, he’s the one who leans in first.

a/n my nikolai part was kinda ooc at the end but erm that's ok 😓 and YAYAYAY ATSUSHI i love writing for him. he's only in this version because i'd never dare friendzone him my love augh

[spoksstuff]

they can be cuddly too 🩷

all credits to the original artist @anikenom on X

[chuulyssa]

⸺⸺ M A S T E R L I S T ⸺⸺

𝗚𝗨𝗜𝗗𝗘: ★ smut , ୨୧ fluff , 𓆩♡𓆪 angst , ☾ dark

𝙅𝙐𝙅𝙐𝙏𝙎𝙐 𝙆𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙉

𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 ୨୧ finding a secret of theirs [gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, nanami] ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 gojo somehow knows exactly when you need him ★ toji can’t wait for your period to end ★ gojo using his blindfold to tie you up ★ it's not sukuna's fault you're so irresistible

𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗦 arranged. [gojo satoru x reader] series tag #prince!gojo ── ★ ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 TELL ME I’M A LITTLE ANGEL, SWEETHEART OF YOUR CITY

𝘽𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙔 𝘿𝙊𝙂𝙎

𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 dazai ୨୧ baking cookies for them ୨୧ spanking them ୨୧ confessing to them ୨୧ how they act around their first crush ୨୧ cuddling with dazai ୨୧ beast!zai on your birthday ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 the past causes a hindrance in your present ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 too young to know it gets better, i'll be summer sun for you forever ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 you're so pretty, you're so popular ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 a reason to live ☾ stalker!dazai ★ dazai after coming inside u is fucking pretty ★ i might have to fuck her on the highway [public sex scenarios] ★ asking to sit on their face ★ a short break spent alone in secret won't hurt, right? ★ edging + breeding kink ★ new recruit in his hands ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

chuuya ୨୧ baking cookies for them ୨୧ spanking them ୨୧ confessing to them ୨୧ how they act around their first crush ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 beast!chuuya in love ★ i might have to fuck her on the highway [public sex scenarios] ★ asking to sit on their face ★ fucking your insecurities away ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

nikolai ★ i might have to fuck her on the highway [public sex scenarios] ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

fyodor ୨୧ spanking them ୨୧ confessing to them ★ i might have to fuck her on the highway [public sex scenarios] ★ asking to sit on their face ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

akutagawa ୨୧ baking cookies for them ୨୧ spanking them ୨୧ confessing to them ★ asking to sit on their face ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

ranpo ୨୧ baking cookies for them ୨୧ spanking them ୨୧ confessing to them ★ asking to sit on their face ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

sigma ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

atsushi ୨୧ confessing to them

kunikida ★ ୨୧ something about me got you hooked on my body [favourite body part]

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙋𝙄𝙀𝘾𝙀

𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 luffy ୨୧ jealous monster trio + law and ace ୨୧ 𓆩♡𓆪 comforting him post-marineford ୨୧ wherever you stray, i follow [clingy scenarios]

zoro ୨୧ jealous monster trio + law and ace ୨୧ wherever you stray, i follow [clingy scenarios]

sanji ୨୧ jealous monster trio + law and ace ୨୧ wherever you stray, i follow [clingy scenarios]

ace ୨୧ jealous monster trio + law and ace ★ ୨୧ it’s you and me, that’s my whole world

law ୨୧ jealous monster trio + law and ace

𝙈𝙐𝙇𝙏𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈

୨୧ im in your bra now >_< ୨୧ bath time ୨୧ ur too pretty ୨୧ hes touchy (and jealous) ୨୧ perverted but innocent ୨୧ hes in love ୨୧ hes NOT cute :< ୨୧ when you flirt ୨୧ hes pining ୨୧ group project ୨୧ hes clingy 24/7 ★ body worship ★ hickeys ★ breeding ★ helping you move on ★ when hes a gentleman ★ when hes so stoic ★ hes TOO big

𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀

[discontinued]

୨୧ l lawliet visits your cafe ☾ light as your yandere hcs ★ giving light yagami head under the desk / drabble ★ drunk and driven with light ★ behind the camera with light ★ kidnapped by mello ★ after dark with l lawliet

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

[moomuzan]

' IS IT CASUAL NOW?

dazai osamu chuuya nakahara ranpo edogawa

sum. needy! lover boys—your relationship is not labeled, not defined by any means, but, god, they need you like air.

notes. suggestive ⤸ bottom dazai, top chuu fluff ⤸ painfully unaware ranpo

“It’s pathetic how much you’re trying to cling to control,” voice low, your fingers hover over the buttons of his shirt. “Especially when you keep crawling back to me every goddamn time.”

Your gaze slices through the unsheathed bravado, zeroing in on the way Dazai’s breath hitches, that fleeting crack in his confident mask—enough to send a shiver of triumph through you. Shifting in his lap, you hold him in place, and momentarily, his eyes flash, a tell that would go unnoticed by anyone else, but you catch it. He’s slipping, unraveling under the weight of your presence, and you haven’t even begun to dig in.

One by one, you undo his buttons, savoring the deliberate slowness, relishing the burn of discomfort that begins to cling to the air around you. His fists clench at his sides, knuckles pale, but you know—oh, you know—that this facade of restraint is nothing but a thin veil stretched too tightly over something far more volatile. You’re pushing him, probing the limits of his composure, searching for the breaking point where he shatters into something unrecognizable.

“You know I’m right,” your lips brush his ear, warm breath hitching in the space between you. His eyes flutter shut, a futile attempt to block out the heat pooling in his stomach, the magnetic pull he can’t escape. Yet, the evidence is there; muscles tighten beneath your touch, every feather-light caress igniting something primal within him. He wants this, wants you—each moment a descent into madness and desire.

With tantalizing slowness, your hands drift down his chest, fingers grazing the taut skin of his abdomen. Dazai shudders in response, a sharp intake of breath escaping his parted lips as he remains ensnared. Doing so, he allows you to peel away the layers of his defenses, one agonizing inch at a time. And, heavens, he needs you to.

When silence reigns, you dig your fingers into the flesh of his waist. It sends a jolt of heat through him, and rather than recoiling, he leans into it, breath hitching and back arching, desperate. Every inch of him seems to scream for more, yet you hold him there—caught in a tormenting limbo between fierce control and reckless surrender. He wouldn’t fight it. Couldn’t.

Pathetic.

The shirt falls open, and you take a moment to truly see him. Rapid breaths dance in concert with the frantic rhythm of his heart, skin flushed with a heady mix of frustration and something darker, deeper. You pull him closer, inch by inch, and he is letting you. Naturally.

With him, it’s always been the same. Out there, he’s a viper, a reaper, the ice-cold mafia executive everyone fears. But with you? He’s nothing but a mess, ready to get wrecked by the same power he held over others. He never stays long, never talks much—too consumed by his unapologetic needs.

But he always returns.

“You hate this,” you say, voice a whisper but charged with a devastating clarity. “You hate that you need this. That you need me.”

Dazai’s jaw clenches, a silent protest etched on his face before his dark eyes lock onto yours—searching, undone, half-lidded. “You sure do talk a lot.”

Yet, despite his foolishness, the truth, raw and wounding, is this: Dazai does hate it. But not in the way he wants you to believe. He hates that he can’t stop wanting this, wanting you, wanting the sweet release of surrender. He aches for it in a way he can’t express, in a way he’s never allowed himself to feel. Years of cold stone walls, the need for control, and yet they suffocate him, a noose tightening around his throat, while the thought of letting go shatters him anew.

You lean in closer then, tracing the edge of his belted waistband, the final barrier between you and the truth beneath. He doesn’t stop you. No fight left, only an acquiescence that settles heavy in the air. What resides here is undefined, a feral dance of power and submission, untamed and dangerous.

After unbuckling his belt, your eyes never leaving his, your fingers slip beneath his pants. Dazai gasps as he feels your fingers brush against his sensitive skin, the touch tentative yet purposeful, igniting a storm within him. He’s lost, and he knows it—his grip on those carefully crafted emotions fading like whispers in a tempest. You’re unraveling him, thread by thread, and he can do nothing but surrender, over and over again.

“Your body’s betraying your wicked mind, dear,” you whisper, lips brushing his jaw. “Stop holding onto your selfish dreams.”

In response to your words and tightening grip, his hips lift subtly to meet your hand, the soundly inhale that escapes like a confession, the way his chest trembles with each shallow breath. It’s instinctive, a primal response that overrides the sharp precision of his mind, leaving nothing but raw need in its wake. He doesn’t just crave this—he starves for it, the hunger etched into the taut lines of his frame, his skin burning beneath your fingertips like kindling ready to ignite. Every nerve is alight, every inch of him unraveling under your deliberate torment, each brush of your hand pulling him deeper into a haze of helpless desire.

He falters further, a low, guttural sound slipping past his lips as his head tilts back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. His body answers you without hesitation, chasing every flicker of heat, every promise of release. The tension he carried like armor moments ago melts into something molten, spilling into the cracks of his carefully constructed facade. There’s poetry in his surrender, the way his body bows to you as if your touch were both a command and a sanctuary. He is undone, not just by touch but by the cruel truth in your gaze—the knowledge that you hold all the power he swore never to relinquish.

And still, he aches for it, again and again, day by day, for you, for the ruin you carve into him with every devastating touch.

The room throbs with heat, heavy with the remnants of desire and tension. The sheets cling to your damp skin, barely draping over the curve of your hip, yet even that scant barrier feels unbearable to him. Chuuya’s arm tightens around your waist, his hand sprawled possessively across your stomach, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. His lips—swollen and red from what just transpired—trail soft kisses along the curve of your neck, each lingering touch a silent claim that mirrors the grip of his fingers.

His mind flickers back, replaying moments etched into the haze of passion. The way his hands roamed over your body, desperate to map every inch of you. His gloves abandoned long ago, he’d let his bare hands glide over the smooth expanse of your back, tracing the delicate dips and curves of your form. Rough yet reverent, his touch had left a trail of yearning in its wake. Even now, the memory only sharpens his hunger.

Desire courses through him, a need far from sated. He has touched, kissed, claimed—but it isn’t enough. It never is. Every soft sound you make, every shiver beneath his fingertips, only deepens the craving that burns within him. He wants more. He needs more.

When you shift, muscles tensing as if preparing to rise, his grip tightens instinctively.

“Don’t,” he murmurs, his gravelly voice sending a tremor down your spine.

You freeze, glancing over your shoulder. His crimson hair is a wild mess, damp strands clinging to his forehead. His blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, smolder darkly, heavy-lidded and brimming with something raw and unfiltered. In this moment, he looks utterly wrecked—and yet entirely unyielding.

“Chuuya, I need to—”

“You don’t need to do anything,” he interrupts, his tone low, dangerous. His hand slides lower, brushing against your hip, igniting a pulse of heat beneath your skin. “Stay.”

The other hand presses against your stomach, grounding you, pulling you closer. His lips graze your shoulder, trailing down to the sensitive spot where your neck meets your collarbone, plunging you into a sea of sensation.

“This isn’t—” you begin, but your words falter as his teeth scrape lightly against your skin, followed by the warm glide of his tongue.

“I know exactly what this is.” Voice thick with desperate urgency, he adds “And I don’t care. You’re not leaving.”

Your breath hitches as his lips find the pulse in your neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. He doesn’t relent, kisses turning into nips, his teeth grazing your skin like he’s intent on branding you, ensuring you’ll remember this.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you whisper, though your voice trembles, unconvincing beneath the weight of his touch.

A low chuckle rumbles against your skin, his lips curling into a smirk. “Doesn’t it?” he drawls, his hand sliding up to trace the edge of your ribs. “Then why are you still here?”

Your silence betrays you. His hand moves, brushing the sheet aside entirely, tracing lazy patterns over your bare skin.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, brushing the shell of your ear. “Trying so hard to deny it, but your body’s honest, doll.”

His words melt the last threads of your resolve, the mockery within them tinged with a need he can’t voice.

“Stay,” he repeats, his breath hot and insistent. “Stay with me. Tonight.”

And as his arms wind tighter around you, pulling you flush against him, his silent promise is undeniable: tonight, you’re not going anywhere.

Ranpo exists in his own untouchable world, one of brilliance and ease, where the weight of actions doesn’t hold meaning, and consequences are but distant whispers. He’s blissfully unaware of the intoxicating effect he has on those around him—on you, specifically. Why would he question it? He doesn’t notice how your breath catches like a startled songbird when his hand brushes against yours, nor how his mere proximity unravels you, thread by delicate thread. To him, it’s all so simple, so natural. You’re here, by his side, and that’s where he believes you belong. He doesn’t need to ponder why that feel so profoundly right.

He sits far too close on the couch, the soft press of his thigh against yours sending ripples of awareness through you—an illicit thrill, though you both know it isn’t intentional. He doesn’t spare a thought for the way the air between you has vanished, charged with unspoken promises. His attention, as fleeting as moonlight, flits lazily over the file in his lap, fingers flipping pages he’s not truly reading, his mind adrift in its own vibrant sea. The golden glow of the lamp bathes his face, casting light over the unruly strands of his dark hair and highlighting the serene expression he wears like a crown.

You’re acutely aware of him, of the faint scent of sweets that clings to him, of the steady rhythm of his breathing, of every casual move he makes as if they’re notes in a symphony composed just for you. And then, without even lifting his gaze from the file, he takes your hand in his, his grip light yet possessive, as though it belongs there—as if the universe conspired to create a perfect fit between you.

“Hold still,” he murmurs absently, as if you’d moved at all. The deep, velvet softness of his voice rolls over you like a warm tide, pulling you under its spell, and before you can muster a response, his lips kiss your knuckles, warm and fleeting. His touch is tender, unthinking, like a gentle breeze brushing over your skin, yet it sears into your consciousness, igniting you from within. Your chest tightens, heat swirling in your cheeks, but he remains blissfully ignorant of the way you stiffen under the weight of his gaze. To him, it’s nothing—just a moment of thoughtless affection. He shifts slightly, leaning closer into your space, the warmth of his shoulder brushing against yours. His presence is consuming, enveloping you like a silken cloak—so achingly casual that it steals the breath from your lungs.

Ranpo pulls back just enough to allow the air to shimmer between you, eyes still glued to the paper, his thumb now tracing lazy circles along the back of your hand. The touch sends delightful shivers racing down your spine, but he doesn’t even glance up. And then, as if curious about the very fabric of your connectedness, he brings your hand to his lips again. This kiss lingers a heartbeat longer, soft and steady, his breath fanning across your skin, igniting butterflies in your stomach that flutter wildly.

“You’re warm,” he remarks offhandedly, his voice low and almost hypnotic, like the languid murmur of a summer breeze. “Maybe a little too warm.” Finally, he turns to you, and his green eyes twinkle with light amusement, a mischievous edge that makes your heart leap. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”

The words are nonchalant, drifting carelessly through the air, yet they strike you like lightning, leaving you flustered and helpless against the enchanting spell he’s unknowingly woven around you. He tilts his head slightly, studying you in that whimsical way of his, completely unaware of the way your resolve crumbles beneath his gaze.

Your cheeks burn as you nervously look away, praying he won’t see the vivid flush spreading across your skin. But he remains blissfully oblivious—of course, he doesn’t notice. He’s still holding your hand, still tracing slow, teasing patterns across your skin, still sitting far too close. He doesn’t realize the storm he’s ignited within you, fierce and unrelenting.

And yet, there’s a softness in the way he stays there, in the gentle cadence of his thumb moving in circles against your palm, in the way he breathes so steadily beside you, each rise and fall a hushed promise. He’s unaware, yes, but there’s an unmistakable thread of intention woven into his presence, buried deep within his unconscious mind.

You glance at him, trying to calm the tumult rage within your chest, but his face is turned back to the file, completely at ease in his world. He doesn’t see the chaos he’s left in his wake, doesn’t comprehend how every touch, every lingering kiss to your hand feels like a revelation, a realization of all the unspoken wishes you yearn to voice. But maybe, just maybe, some part of him knows—some deep, unspoken part of him that draws him close to you, closer than he’s ever been to anyone else.

And so, you let him stay, the warmth of his thigh pressed against yours, his hand loosely holding yours like it’s the most familiar thing in the world. Because for now, this quiet, undefined intimacy is enough. For now, he is more than enough.

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a/n: HELLO i am alive, no further comments. idek why i wrote this. and it’s probably highly ooc i‘m sorry (i am not, i need bottom dazai biblically) also, i couldn’t bring myself to make ranpo‘s part suggestive ㅤ:,) yikes but it’s, at least, cute. in a way ?

[osamucide]

WHAT THEIR LOVE FEELS LIKE . . .

. . . ft. BSD men

⊹ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA . . . freshly steamed rice, sherpa blankets, the moon in the sky during the day, well-loved dirt paths, comfortable sweatpants, clean kitchens, perfectly made lemonade, finding a dollar in your pocket, gentle cat paws, scratching a lover's back.

⊹ OSAMU DAZAI . . . used books with vigilant annotations in them, jazz music, charm bracelets, quiet and steady streams, lined leather journals, light rain, flickering flourescent light, cracking the spine of a new novel, knowing looks, linking pinkies while walking, caramel drizzle.

⊹ CHUUYA NAKAHARA . . . boozy chocolate-covered cherries, leather car interior, red sangria, gold jewelry, peeled clementines, extinguished matches, the peaceful room next door to a party, counting a lover's freckles, cupping your hands around a flame, divine geometry.

⊹ AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE . . . star anise, black lace, fig jam, perfect puddles of rainwater, vanilla ice cream, soft distant thunder, silver jewelry, blackberry-stained lips and fingertips, tracing sweet words into a lover's palm, the moment of silence and peace when you pass beneath a bridge while it rains.

⊹ RANPO EDOGAWA . . . shortbread cookies, wool socks, poppies, stray eyelashes, strawberry jam, argyle and pastels, candied fruit, chess matches, foil-wrapped chocolates with sweet sayings inside, when a dog at a party likes you best, collections of old keys, shooting stars.

⊹ DOPPO KUNIKIDA . . . peonies, perfectly pulled shots of espresso, letters with broken wax seals, comfortable routines, toffee and brown sugar, freshly ironed clothes, finding something that's been lost, completed to-do lists, cats sleeping atop stacks of books.

⊹ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA . . . photo albums hidden in plain sight, flickering candles, the breeze on a cloudy beach, stars on a clear night, perfectly steeped tea, crackling fireplaces, a safety net, clean sheets and pillowcases, crisp mountain air, packing a lover's lunch in the morning.

⊹ SAKUNOSUKE ODA . . . steam from a bath, soft and implacable floral scents, typewriter font, concentric tree circles, fallen bird feathers, uplifting newspaper headlines, children's laughter, protective hugs from behind, stratus clouds like blankets over the sky, dreams that make you want to sleep longer.

⊹ ANGO SAKAGUCHI . . . brown italian leather, vintage cameras, subtle gemstone details, warm french bread, fancy bookmarks, polaroids in your wallet, tying a lover's shoes, laughing at everything when you've drank a bit too much, dried rosemary and blood orange and pomegranate.

⊹ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY . . . frost-covered cranberries, string music, coffee table books on classical art, accidental halos of light, perfectly toasted marshmallows, the crunch of fresh snow beneath your boot, coconut and dark chocolate, a stray cat trusting you to pet it.

⊹ NIKOLAI GOGOL . . . pistachio ice cream, mourning doves on a wire, strands of pearls, opalescence, sitting side by side at a piano, salt water taffy, blowing a perfect bubble with your gum, the television flickering as you sleep, cradling a lover's face, banana pudding trifle.

⊹ SIGMA . . . fresh linen smell, rose gardens, pressed flowers, sleek dress shoes, swan necks in the shape of a heart, satin and silk, bouquets in translucent cellophane, sleeves wide enough to fit someone else's arms in, lace folding fans, white chocolate truffles.

[strawbqq]

𝗕𝗦𝗗 𝗠𝗘𝗡 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗦 ✩

[Warnings: maybe a *bit angsty? 99% fluff.ᐟ✰] [Word count: 375 || 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂.ᐟ]🍓

°ᡣ𐭩ft. dazai, chuuya, tecchou

Dazai

please be gentle. my baby has been through so much trauma, even if he doesn't let on that much. has a unbelievable amount of trust for you see him in such a vulnerable state. this is a super intimate moment for both of you, as the marks are proof of his past, things he tries to cover up. you're shocked and a little terrified by the horrendous scars tracing down his otherwise covered back, and of course he immediately tries to turn it into a joke. he's grinning, acting like he's completely unbothered, but deep down? he's holding his breath at your reaction.

Chuuya

tenses up the moment you touch them. not because he doesn't like it, but because he's never had anyone touch him before with such tenderness. his body is trained for combat, and every first instinct is to be on guard. but he doesn't pull away. if anything, he goes still, and slowly relaxes after a while. leans into your touch as well without realizing it. he's used to people looking at his scars as signs of battle, of violence, of how dangerous he is. but you? you touch them like they're just a part of him. like they don't make him any less deserving of love.

Tecchou

at first, he doesn't react much. tecchou isn't the type to flinch or shy away, but instead sits there, blinking at you as if he's trying to figure out what you're doing. he lets you continue, though, no questions asked. he'll do anything for you, and this feels good. intimate. one time, you fell asleep while tracing his old wounds to see if any needed treatment, and he just sat there completely still. didn't move an inch because he didn't want to wake you. because if this is how you show love, then he'll return it tenfold.

a/n: i tried a different writing style for this one.ᐟ pls enjoy and reblog, i spent a long time making this, and ill feel motivated to write more if u do.ᐟ.ᐟ(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) pls, pls pls dont flop, im begging u tumblr i poured my heart into this one TT

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[mariaace]

Can i get a kiss, and can you make it last forever? (Bungo stray dogs man)

A/n:Why am i doing these? I have no idea. Do I have 10 reqs? Yes. Do i still decided to write this instead? Also yes.

Context:Type of kisses with bsd men

Warnings: Slightly suggestive at Dazai's part and maybe Jouno's? Chuuya's part is longer. (Can you blame me?)

Genre:fluff

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Akutagawa, Tecchou, Jouno, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

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Dazai Osamu

Dazai's kisses are flirty. He likes to pull you in your lap while you kiss and it often turns inot make out sessions. His hands are always wondering around your body any chance he gets. He often smirks in between kisses when you squirm. He also loves quick kisses, because he catches you off guard with them. If you get flustered easily, he would do it even more often than usual.

Chuuya Nakhara

Chuuya's kisses are passionate. He doesn't like quick kissed more than the normal ones. Of course, he still does them. But he would always prefer to take his time when kissing you. He puts a lot of passion in every single one of them. One of his hand is usually between your cheek and collarbone (somewhere in the area) and his other is on your waist. Most of the time if he doesn't takes his hat off it bumps to your head and falls to the ground. (At first he was embarrassed about it happening, but not anymore.). He also likes when your legs wrap around his waist, because that way you feel closer, while you kiss.

Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi's kisses are sweet. He puts all of his love into a single kiss. He loves giving you quick kisses, but he also likes the long ones, either way, he will actually show you how much he loves kissing you. His hands usually everytime have a different place, because he can't even decide where to put them. Every time after he kisses you, he tells you he loves you. Just to remind you. (Not that he didn't with the kiss.)

Akutagawa Ryonosuke

Akutagawa's kisses are careless. At first he was scared to kiss you. And to be honest, he kind of still is. His handa never have any idea where to go and he usually doesn't say anything particular after the kiss. He still kisses you so careless tho, because he knows that you love it when he kiss you, and trust me he loves it too. Would he ever admit that? Absolutely not. But you can feel it in the kiss, so.

Tecchou Suehiro

Tecchou's kisses are gentle. Let's be real, this man is strong asf, but he is also oh so gentle with you. His hands are always around your waist, even while kissing you. But is his grip tight? Nope. He holds you like you are a made of glass. Don't let me started on the kissing itself. Teruko once even asked you if you are scared of him doing something. He just is so gentle.

Jouno Seigiku

Jouno's kisses are rough. Yes, the complete opposite of Tecchou's. He bites on your lips, hands squeezing your body, pushing you against a wall, you name it. He's a sadist, what do you expect? Of course he never does it enough to actually hurt you, maybe just a little. But that's for your own pleasure trust me. He almost never kisses quick, because if those reasons.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor's kisses are cold. Not exactly in the aay you're thinking of. They are full of love trust me, but his hands and his lips feel a little cold on your skin and when he puts more pressure onto your lips and his grip, you might squirm a little. He will wonder around with his hands, not because he doesn't know where to put them, but because he loves your reactions to it.

Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai's kisses are funny. He smiles, giggles against your lips, tickles you while you kiss all of a sudden, pick you up out of nowhere, all kinds of different stuff. Quick kisses are soooo common with him, he does them often and out of the blue so it catches you off guard. If you do them to him tho, ohh be prepared to run, cuz he's already trapped you and showering with kisses.

Sigma

Sigma's kisses are simple. He gives the most normal kisses out of everyone, but somehow they always feel different. It sounds cliché, really, but you can feel the love through his kisses. Both of his hands are usually around on your cheeks or resting on your neck. Quick kisses are also common with him, but for the same reason. He likes them, because he thinks it's cute that every time he kisses a different place on your face.

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Reblogs are highly appreciated!</3

@transmascaraa @dazailoveschuuya

[chuuyrr]

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

feat: dazai, chuuya, fyodor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ninasmovingcastle]

starry eyes, forever shall be mine

aquarius... aquila... orion...

you looked up at the boy with constellations on his cheeks, your beloved. you lay on his chest facing him as he drifted in and out of sleep. no matter how much he acted otherwise, he loved you tracing his skin. it made him feel beautiful, as gorgeous as the night sky. 

his bottomless eyes were barely open, yet a small smile spread rainbows across his face as you continued your pretend stargazing. even in exhaustion, he loved you more than anything. he kept his hands laced with yours as you praised him for all he had, regardless of if he was actually registering your words.

the gentle scent of chamomile tea wafted through his room and lingered on his irresistible lips, a memento from his day. his features were so perfect, it was hard to believe that he was of this earth. a being so ethereal had no place in a world like this. 

you cupped his face and simply gazed at him in admiration. 

he was just so beautiful. and he'd be yours until all the stars fell out of the sky. 

↳ venti, freminet, heizou, luocha, kaveh, atsushi, jouno, tecchou, lyney, ranpo, kinich, ororon, aventurine, blade

[syoounn]

How does it feel writing a fluff fanfic for a character knowing damn well they wouldn’t even look at anyone, let alone care

[arabella0001]

dazai smut when seeing y/n on the beach <33

cn: explicit sexual content. explicit consent. light sub/dom. dirty talk, rough sex. vaginal fingering. slight possessiveness. tsundere dazai but still dazai. fluff.

⟡ ݁ . ݁ fandom: bungou stray dogs

⟡ ݁ . ݁ pairing: dazai osamu x reader

It was a completely disastrous day to be outside. So hot that Dazai was nowhere to be found when you needed him.

“Dazai, where the fuck are you?!”

You heard his faint chuckle from the office, even though you were standing in the middle of the room with the door wide open. Dazai wasn’t there, he probably was in the “secret” room beside it. A tiny space, like the back storage room of a small shop, hidden behind the wall. A secret wine cellar. A hidden room designed to store whiskey with a cooling system connected to the agency’s electrical grid. It probably siphoned electricity, considering Fukuzawa didn’t know it existed.

You closed the door behind you, at least respecting the exception he made in letting you know about the place. Probably a trust test, knowing Dazai. You slid your hand between the shelves, struggling to reach the small panel until the shelves rotated silently. One hand on your hip, you stared at Dazai, lounging in an armchair, legs crossed, a half-finished whiskey in his hand, and a black feathered fan fluttering lazily.

“For whom do I owe the pleasure of this delightful rendezvous?” His smile was the same as always, his dark brown lifeless eyes fixed on you.

“Really, Dazai? You promised you’d come with us this time.“

He closed the fan and placed it beneath his chin, pouting dramatically.

“Hmm, something came up today… I think I was supposed to visit Sasaki, you know… the waitress? I think she has a soft spot for me.”

You widened your eyes in frustration, gesturing with your hands as your irritation flared.

“Dazai!”

His smile grew wider as he stood, brushing off imaginary dust from his pants before lifting his arms in surrender.

“Okay, okay. No need to get mad, bella. Even though this side of you has a certain charm.”

You blushed furiously at his usual flirting. You knew you weren’t special, but sometimes he caught you off guard. Still, you rolled your eyes, playing it off like you were just shy. Not that there was a small… tiny… chance you actually liked him.

Dazai stepped out of the room, glancing over his shoulder until you followed.

“I mean, how could I miss seeing Y/N in a swimsuit?”

Your eyes widened before you pushed him by the back, groaning. You typed the code faster to lock the door and rushed off to get changed, Dazai’s soft laugh trailing behind you.

His empty eyes stayed on your back a few moments longer, a wicked glint in them not entirely visible.

That skirt is a little too dangerous, my dear.

Later, you were chaotically busy setting things up on the beach. Everything had finally started to calm down.

Fukuzawa sat on a lounge chair, his gaze serious despite the likely childish conversation he was having with Ranpo, who sat cross-legged in the sand below him.

Tanizaki, Atsushi, and Kenji were arguing over who would be the one who try to catch the ball in their game 2vs1, and of course, Atsushi sacrificed himself. Although, he was thankful enough you all come here today for him, since he never had the ocassion to go to the beach.

Despite how she sometimes scared you, Akiko was the one you occasionally talked to—just small talk—but she helped you out with the organizing, especially seeing how flustered you were.

Doppo wasn’t the most fun at the beach, though he preferred judging the match from a lounge chair, while Naomi tried to pressure him into making Tanizaki win. But Doppo was too strict to fall for tricks.

And you… you ended up sitting—unintentionally (or intentionally, since you planned the setup)—next to Dazai. You already regretted it, given how often he complained about the heat, fanning himself dramatically. When you got irritated with his theatrics, he fanned you too, just to calm you down—which only pissed you off more.

Still, you hadn’t changed yet.

Not that he had. His shirt still covered his body, along with the bandages on his arms. Only his shorts and flip-flops gave him a more summery look.

Your hands trembled slightly on your beach dress, left in your two-piece underneath. The bottoms were a little too exposing, so you covered them with a swim skirt.

You felt exposed, and when you were finally done, your gaze went straight to Dazai.

He had no shame staring at you from head to toe, with long pauses that made your breath catch.

You shot him a glare—but that smirk (your weakness) already curled on his lips. He knew what he was doing, and you were reacting exactly the way he wanted.

You sat down while Dazai sipped through the straw in his drink, his voice feigning innocence when you asked Akiko to apply sunscreen.

“Why don’t you ask me? I’ve been complimented before. Apparently, I give great massages.”

You muttered a “Shut up” while Akiko started applying the cream on your back, a little robotically.

You lifted your head when he asked,

“Can you put some on my face?”

You furrowed your brows, analyzing his usual expression, trying to figure out his real motive.

“Fine.”

He closed his eyes in satisfaction, grinning wider.

You took a bit of sunscreen and hesitated before touching him, but eventually spread it across his pale skin. So healthy it annoyed you.

He hummed in approval, as if it relaxed him.

You gulped when you noticed he never looked away from your face, eyes gleaming with something too intense. You couldn’t avoid it anymore. You looked straight back at him.

You hoped Dazai didn’t see the years of hidden emotion behind your gaze. It felt like it was urging you to avoid it as much as possible.

“Close your eyes.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You finished, your fingertips trembling slightly at the end.

He cupped your hands off his face. Your cheeks turned red again, and you brushed him off quickly, trying to kill the tension. He’s such a fucking tease.

“Let me beat your ass at UNO.”

He chuckled, accepting your challenge.

“Anytime you want, bella.”

That stupid name.

After a full hour of draining your brain playing UNO, you threw the cards everywhere, furious at how he manipulated you by pretending to be a beginner.

“You’re the most annoying person I fucking know!”

“Oh! That’s good. At least I’m number one at something in your life.”

“Oh please. Like you care.”

You collapsed into the lounge chair, trying to seem relaxed, but your eyes were tightly shut and your brow furrowed.

Dazai placed a hand dramatically on his chest.

“How can you say that! You’re my favorite on the team.”

You cracked one eye open to glare at him right before Ranpo’s voice called out from the water.

“Y/N, where are the towels?”

Your face fell, mouth opening.

“For fuck’s sake, I forgot!”You jumped up angrily. “I’ll go get them.” You pointed at Dazai. “You. Stay here.”

He smiled at you again but didn’t respond.

You could feel your body trembling, your legs crossed, but still your hands were kept behind your back for support, crossed and fidgeting slightly. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, anxious, your eyes darting all over the room, distracted. After all the tension in your body over the hours, you finally had to calm down. Especially since, no matter how much you scolded Dazai with your eyes, he still liked to look at every part of your body, (especially when you bent over).

Dazai had a talent for always being vague enough that you missed the hints, like the one where you got agitated when Ranpo asked about the towels—turns out, that was planned all along.

He dropped them here, when you weren’t looking.

“Oh, hello again, Y/N!” His voice jolted you, making you jump a little, your gaze snapping over your shoulder toward him. He gave you a full-body scan and for some hidden reason, heat bloomed across your skin. Dazai, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice your state, which made you feel a little safer. He placed a hand behind his head, eyes closed, a naive smile on his lips. “Hope you didn’t wait too long for me.”

You gulped, seeing the moment his eyes were closed to scan his body instead. You couldn’t even be mad at him for now listening to you. Dazai was already here, seeing you unraveling. Unlucky—by the time you reached his eyes, he was already watching you. That look… you’d never seen it before. That’s the only reason you could explain why it cut your breath like that. Dazai sometimes felt… unreachable? Like he switched personas. One part of him was the joking, disturbing side that left you shocked with his suicidal humor. Another side was soft, caring—though sometimes it felt like he was just using you.

And this one? That glint in his eye. Frightening.

But it makes no sense to judge him. Because that would mean you’d have to judge yourself even harder, since that exact side of him was what attracted you most.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Dazai leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head slightly.

He snapped you out of your trance, pulling you back to the present. You looked away quickly, searching for clean towels in your shared cabinet.

“Ah, no! Sorry… just, you look good today, i guess. That’s all.” You flashed him a genuine smile over your shoulder, but Dazai could tell it was forced.

While you pretended to search those damn towels, your hands trembling slightly as they touched them, a ringing started in your ears and made your head dizzy. You heard his steps slowly approach, his voice lower now.

“Yes? How sweet. That’s rare, coming from you.” He snorted a little, his tone dramatically exaggerated, but the next line came out low, deep, whispered at your ear. His head tilted, his hands stuffed in his shirt sleeves. “I thought the same today. How cute you look.”

You felt a shiver crawl down your spine, your hands visibly trembling as you packed and unpacked the towel. “Y-yeah?”

Dazai raised a hand slightly, leaning in next to you and placing it over yours to make you drop the towel.

Your eyes met.

“Are you going to tell me something?”

Your cheeks deepened in color.

“W-why?”

When Dazai moved a little, you panicked, turning and leaning your back against the cabinet—only making it easier for him to be right in front of you. And he smirked, seeing every inch of your expression.

“That’s better.” He moved slightly closer, making your body tense up. His gaze was hard to read, the outside light behind him reflecting off the sides of his face and darkening his eyes. “Now, where were we?”

“D-Dazai? You’re acting a little weird… I don’t have anything to say!”

Silence. The only sound was the dripping from the sink, each drop hitting the basin with sharp impact.

“I don’t know if I told you this about me, but I don’t like lies.”

Your eyes widened, and your breath hitched when you felt Dazai’s breath on your skin—but not where you expected. It was on your neck.

You flinched, more from surprise than anything else, because you were extremely aroused already. You didn’t understand him, didn’t know what he might do next, so no mental pattern could help you now. But your attraction to him had always been there. So of course, when you felt his lips, you let out a sound of pleasure.

That only deepened his smirk.

“D-Dazai. What are you doing?”

His right hand rested gently on your hip while the other fixed behind your neck to keep it still. You tilted your head to give him space to leave those weak kisses, but at your reaction, Dazai bit your neck lightly at first, making your knees buckle. You didn’t even hiss—just moaned, which only made him bite harder. That’s when you hissed, placing a hand on his abdomen for support. The pain was sweet, but shame curled in your stomach when he looked into your eyes, confronting your hidden desire.

“You’re so easy to read, it’s cute. Desperate, but cute.”

His lips brushed your face, leaving shallow kisses, while his hand tilted your chin to the side. You couldn’t move. You felt weak in his hands, like you belonged to it.

“Such a poor thing. Did you think you were that subtle all this time?” His voice sounded sweet, but his words were laced with malice. The kind that delighted in how obedient you were. And that realization sent a jolt through you, making you smile.

“I didn’t w-want you to know.”

Playing innocent wouldn’t help you now, and Dazai knew it. His grip tightened on your hip. His smile faded, which scared you a little. His eyes dropped to your body, watching the goosebumps form in response. Your skin burned under his stare, and he enjoyed the effect he had on you. It sent a thrill through him.

You gaze dropped, didn’t think twice before speaking.

“I’ve always found your hands interesting.”

“Want me to show you what they’re for?” His fingers inched closer between your legs and you could swear your vision blurred. Your mouth felt dry, your arousal worsening, and the hardest part was trying to hold eye contact for more than a minute. But Dazai didn’t let you look away. He gripped your chin, forcing the connection.

“Tell me, bella.” It was unbelievable how weak you were since he touched you. You didn’t fully trust him yet, but the way he brought you to this state was enough to make you feel desperately in need of relief.

“Yes, please.”

Dazai leaned toward your mouth, satisfied with your begging, stuttering voice, while at the same time his hand cupped your pussy. You moaned, parting your lips, but he kissed you slowly, in contrast with his fingers dragging along your clothed pussy, down and up, then teasing your thighs.

You trembled against him, fighting the urge to close your legs. But he made sure you didn’t, using his weight to press one of your thighs aside and keep you in place. Your breath grew heavier, the feeling intense and hard to endure.

His lips were soft and full, dominating yours, making space for his tongue as he began to explore your mouth, twirling his tongue with yours.

His fingers found your clit and your hips bucked, making him chuckle. He started moving in slow circles, kissing you, pulling back just to tease.

“Seems like you don’t even care if someone sees us.” You flushed with embarrassment at the thought, remembering where you were. You looked at him accusingly, but he only grinned. He slowed down, making your expression twist in confusion before speeding up again.

“But you don’t want me to stop, do you, bella?”

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperate you were, so you just nodded. That flash in his eyes told you he liked the challenge. The impulse reflected in his finger, which dipped lower, testing your entrance and starting to push inside gently—though you were so wet there was no resistance.

Your mouth parted, your eyes widened, a louder moan escaping you, making you cover your mouth instinctively. His finger slid deeper, still slowly. Almost annoyed, Dazai lowered your hand, replacing it with his own, squeezing your cheeks. You didn’t listen. You didn’t respond the way he wanted. You were hiding your reactions.

That annoyed him.

“Don’t.”

“B-but—”

He added a second finger, stretching you more.

“I said don’t.”

Somehow, his darkened eyes shocked you. He had never spoken to you like this before. The dirty, concelead part of you completely submitted to this new side of him. His fingers turned rougher, breaking every last, rational thought into obedient fragments. You knew he knew exactly what he was doing.

“D-Dazai—”

His head lowered, exploring your breasts with kisses. He cupped one in his hand, kissing and sucking until he pulled gently at your nipple. Then he repeated it on the other, driving you mad.

“That’s more like it.”

“Please… please someone will come—please make me cum faster—”

His eyes widened mockingly, but his movements turned heavier at your plea.

“Oh? Greedy, aren’t we, bella?”

You nodded quickly. Your chest rose and fell with intensity—not just from the pleasure, but from how emotional it all felt.

“And what do I get in return?” Dazai mostly joked, just to see your reaction.

“Anything you want… anything—“

You were so close, and Dazai didn’t tease you long after that, bringing you to climax with his thumb circling your clit while the two fingers stayed deep inside. He gripped your chin again, tighter this time, forcing you to look into his eyes as your orgasm overtook you, spreading heat through your whole body while his gaze hypnotized you.

“K-kiss me.” You barely managed the words at the end of your orgasm.

It was the first time Dazai looked hesitant. The obscene image of you clearly affected him, almost an obsession took roots—but still, he gave you what you wanted, kissing you back with matching intensity. Dazai prolonged the moment, still fingering you slowly, until he pulled away just to taste your arousal on his fingers that left you breathless.

You dropped your swimming skirt in one swift motion, trying to steady your breath while Dazai smoothly stepped back. Ranpo shoved the door open with firm steps.

“Y/N? What’s taking so long?” His closed eyes squinted behind the glass in confusion, locking on the two of you.

Dazai was so unnervingly calm that it made you furious. He was too good at hiding. He smiled normally, already back to his usual silly demeanor.

“Did you know Y/N is a perfectionist? She struggled so hard to pick a towel for her friends.” Your hand twitched, barely stopping yourself from hitting him.

“Yeaah… right.” Ranpo murmured.

You slipped out of his space, grabbing a few towels at random, aggressive in your movements, and shoved them at Ranpo. Dazai followed behind, walking slowly.

But just before you all stepped back outside, he dragged you so fast you didn’t even have time to make a sound.

Only when your back hit the door. The changing room’s door.

“What the fuck—”

Ranpo, left outside in confusion, only noticed too late that no one was behind him anymore. Stillc he shrugged indifferently. Not my business.

Dazai’s eyes were anything but empty now. Those darkened pupils spoke only one thing.

“Not so fast, bella.” He turned you around roughly, one hand landing on your lower back and dragging down, sliding over your ass and between your cheeks, making your legs part instinctively in response. “After all, you promised me something, didn’t you?”

You gasped, trembling at his touch, arching your body back to chase his hands.

“You’re so mean.”

He chuckled, feeling how your pussy throbbed under his fingers, spreading your previous arousal from earlier.

“Am I?” Dazai didn’t believe a word, but he was always cautious. Always calculated. “Say you don’t want it, bella.”He massaged your ass, trailing his hand lower down your trembling legs. “And I’ll stop. I promise.”

His sweet tone was intoxicating, but his hands stilled. His body was so close, yet not enough for what you craved right now. You turned your cheek from the door, glancing sideways toward him. He could see you licking your dry lips, thinking. You hated how your voice came out stuttering again.

“I-I want it, Dazai.”

His smirk returned at the same with his hands. One came to your front, landing gently at your throat, resting there without pressure.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You moaned when you felt his hard cock grind slightly against you, frustrated by the fabric between you. You tried to move, to undress him, but he squeezed your throat just slightly, halting your silent plan—and you thanked him with another moan.

So you’re like that, huh?

“D-Dazai.”

His grip on your throat was light, barely reducing your already heavy breath, while his other fingers slid across your back, smoothly undoing the knot of your bikini top. Your breasts responded instantly, aching for attention—but he ignored them for now, focusing on your ass instead, squeezing and massaging it before delivering a small slap.

Your thighs twitched, trying to close, chasing the sting—an involuntary sign that you liked the pain.

But how much?

Dazai slapped the same spot again, harder, then again, the same treatment repeated.

Your whines filled the air, but you only pushed more of your face against the door, parting your legs and arching your hips toward him. So he slapped harder. Multiple times. Until a tear slipped down your cheek.

His hands soothed the area, but when you turned to look at him, he was already kneeling behind you, eyes locked.

His expression was serious. His breath heavier. And his eyes? Only hunger.

He was affected—truly—by your obedience.

You felt his warm tongue glide across the bruised skin, your eyes going glassy at the sight in front of you. Then, his firm hand pushed your head back down, keeping you in place, while his other hand bent you slightly forward at the waist for better access. He kissed your ass slowly, leaving small wet marks wherever he wanted. The sting was long gone compared to his earlier slaps, and he made sure of that by licking around your pussy too while his fingers teased your swollen clit.

“F-fuck, Dazai! Yes, p-please… more, m-more!”

Your voice came out muffled, but he heard you. That was the moment Dazai returned to himself—at least a little—realizing how far gone he’d been, completely immersed in holding you down and doing exactly what he wanted to your body.

He stood slowly, his mouth and chin covered in your arousal, glistening. You turned subtly, eyes pleading. Asking for permission without words.

He didn’t react, not even when your trembling hands tried to undo his belt.

Only when he saw the struggle in your hands did he take it from you, lifting your wrists gently and bringing them behind your back, tying them with the belt. His breath brushed your face as his lips softly touched yours during the process, and you could only stay still in response.

“My pretty girl listens, right?”

You nodded eagerly.

“And she’d tell me if something didn’t feel good, wouldn’t she?”

You swallowed, wondering what was on his mind. You nodded again. But Dazai still didn’t move.

“Yes, Dazai. I’d tell you anything.”

He sighed, amused, but something inside him startled. He felt something old flicker inside his chest. A feeling he hadn’t welcomed in a long time. Possessiveness.

He kissed you quickly, lifting your leg at the same time before moving to your throat to make you still, kissing down to your ear.

“Yes? And who else would you tell?”

Barely able to breathe, eyes shut tight, you mumbled back,

“Only you. Only you, I promise.”

The hand not holding your leg returned to your breasts, squeezing them, tugging at your nipples until your eyes met again. It had been fun up until now to tease you. But he was still human. And he hadn’t expected you to be this easy to break. Also…he wouldn’t admit it, but you weren’t just anyone to him.

But, that’s a weakness he couldn’t afford you discovering.

Maybe he could forgive himself just this once, when he pulled his cock out of his pants sooner than intended—and though your lips parted in admiration, he chose to save that scenario for another time. Instead, his precum smeared from the tip between your folds, wetting you more, though you didn’t need it.

Dazai let his mouth fall open at the same time as yours, feeling the stretch as he slid in. His breathing was hard to steady for a moment, pulling you closer by the leg and accidentally sinking in deeper, making you both moan. Dazai’s moans were so sensual, they made you feel hooked, bewitched. He wasn’t the type to hold back if something felt good enough to make him react.

He let you adjust, your walls reshaping to take him in before his thrusts pushed deeper—slow but steady. Dazai’s hand found your neck, pulling your back toward him, forcing more soft cries from your mouth.

“Mmhn—“

One of his fingers slipped into your already open mouth, stretching it. His other hand smoothed over your ass before slapping you, harder this time—exactly how you seemed to like it.

“F-fuck, Dazai.”

He groaned, feeling how tightly you squeezed him. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping hard to pull you against his chest, making you gasp.

“Who taught my pretty girl to take it so good, hm?”

“Y-you.”

Dazai was never dumb. Quite the opposite, he’d read you from the beginning. His plan was simple. He’d break you the way he wanted, train your responses to belong only to him, so no one else could ever reach you the same way.

You tried to move your tied wrists, the belt holding them behind your back, spreading yourself more for him; but you struggled.

Dazai’s wicked smile widened, mocking you.

“Aww, poor baby. Do you want me to free you?”

He loosened his grip on your hair, his thrusts slowing just enough for you to breathe and speak.

“Y-yes, please baby—I wanna touch you! Please, D-Dazai.”

“Mhm.”

He slid out of you carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you, then untied your wrists and turned your weakened body around. Dazai was being generous for your first time with hime, since you’d behaved so well. But you shouldn’t get used to that.

His sinful eyes matched yours. Still, it was clear he held all the control. He nuzzled into your neck, whispering against your earlobe.

“Come on, bella. Hold on to me.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he gripped both your thighs, lifting you. He was stronger than he looked, surprising you with how easily he moved with you. He filled you again, making you bury your face in his neck for support before you barely meet Dazai’s lowered, focused gaze. Both of your mouths were open, breathing each other’s air.

“Y-you’re so deep in m-me—You fill me so good, so good—”

He groaned, rewarding your words with rougher, more powerful thrusts.

“And you have such a good pussy, bella.” You felt his teeth on your neck, biting harder that made your cries louder. Your screams were delicious to him, only making him want to fuck you deeper. “No one even comes close.”

His sudden praise nearly made you cry, your walls clenching hard around him, making Dazai hiss. His hands moved between your bodies, then shoved you harder into the door for support. Your swollen clit sent a jolt through you when his fingers started circling it, coaxing you toward your orgasm—because even Dazai couldn’t hold out much longer.

Your hands cupped his face, brushing over his lips while you cried out his name. His wild, untamed eyes made you spiral closer and closer. You just prayed no one would come in now, since the door was trembling under the impact of his thrusts.

“So deep, you’re so deep—”

You kissed him, and Dazai let you have that moment, especially when he felt you come. Your legs trembled, shaking around him. He dragged your orgasm out a little longer with his fingers before stopping his circling on your clit. Only to grip your thighs roughly and started fucking you again, harder, chasig his own orgasm.

He had to clasp his hand over your mouth because you were screaming way too loud.

“Shhh, baby.”

In one swift motion, he lifted you and came over your stomach and lower abdomen, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as he groaned. Your arms were wrapped around him, hugging him tight while his breath was still irregular, trying to calm himself.

After that, he start lowering your trembling legs. Still, he kept an arm around your waist to hold you upright because you couldn’t walk yet from how sore you were.

You looked away shyly after that, feeling ashamed. He hadn’t looked at you yet, and for a moment, you felt embarrassed when he even turned around from you.

You felt exposed, wanting to disappear from the room entirely.

Then he came back behind you. You lifted your tired eyes toward a mirror and saw him come closer again.

He turned you around, fixing your vulnerable expression with his too-serious, unreadable face before tilting his head.

“W-what…”

He grabbed some paper towels, cleaning his release off your body, then picking up your clothes and helping you dress. His fingers were gentle over the bruised skin he’d left, making a quiet mental note to care for them later. You swallowed, not trusting your voice to say anything. He sensed it, of course he did. Your anxious state of mind.

After finishing, he raised his hand and touched your cheek lightly with his thumb.

“Even I, I’m not that cruel, bella.”

You nodded, and he smiled a little at that. But Dazai couldn’t stay too long in a serious, sentimental mood. It was the time for the other persona.

“I heard you suck at swimming. That’s why you didn’t go in the water until now.”

Your eyes glinted with affection, even though you rolled them and shoved him lightly so you could open the door.

“I’m pretty sure I could drown you if I tried.”

He furrowed his brows behind you, following. Then, his voice turned excited.

“I like how that sounds. Do you want to do it with me?”

You shot him a glare over your shoulder.

“Dazai!”

He gave you that annoying tilt of his lips right before you opened the door, letting Dazai see your entire silhouette. The sunlight poured in, rays spreading around your body like an angelic glow—despite the unholy things you both had just done.

Like he said…You should never know about this weakness.

Or at least not until he finishes investigating you.

And testing you. Again and again.

Maybe then.

𓆩♡𓆪 a small scene afterwards

You cursed out loud, breathless, at a bratty Ranpo, blaming him for pushing your head deeper into the water, even though Dazai had already swum toward you, pulling you gently back to the surface.

His graceful hands brushing over your hips from behind. You looked at him through the wet strands of hair clinging to your face, and he leaned in, whispering near your ear.

Even though he was far enough to not seem suspicious, his words made your skin prickle. Only Ranpo stared at you a moment too long before finally deciding to look away again.

“If these people weren’t around, I would do terrible things to you.”

A chill ran down your spine, your heart beating faster at the dark way he said it.

Still, his usual cheeky grin remained on his face as he swam away, the black shirt stuck tightly to his back now, soaked and clinging to his shape,leaving your flushed face floating alone in the water. Honestly, at this point, you might as well wear a full red swimsuit. It’d be the same as blushing this much every time you saw him.

You groaned internally.

But somewhere underneath it all, a small flicker of hope had started glowing quietly inside your chest.

[raenosu]

just thinking of Dazai in ur lap

Dazai x y/n genre: fluff, comfort oneshot Dazai randomly lays on your lap for the first time.

You close your computer after an exhausting day of just typing out report and paperwork in the ADA, and you can finally cozy up on that couch 10 steps away from your desk that’s been calling your name for the past 5 hours. You finally get up and do a little stretch before walking up to the very snug looking sofa right in front of your eyes.

You plop right onto the couch and lay there in silence as you start daydreaming. That was until— “plop”! You feel a very hard and heavy thing on your head and your eyes unfold to see the sight of Dazai, your boyfriend, on your lap and snuggling you like he hasnt seen you for 80 years.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you stare at Dazai, all cute and bundled up on your lap like a baby. And well, it was his first time doing this. He didn’t really ever approach you with physical affection, but it was nice to see he’s trusting you a little more.

His eyes turn up to your face and he smirks, clearly seeing your still in-shock face implanted onto your face before booping your nose and then going back to cuddling you like there was no tomorrow. You could tell he was tired, because if he wasn’t he would be teasing you to the brim of how your ears flushed red and your surprised face looked like that of a horror movie.

You let him lay there in your grasp, and soon enough, your eyes close and you doze off just like your boyfriend.

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Ppl need comfort sometimes including me

[spoksstuff]

[read from left to right]

That's so foolish, Jinko 😐 *keeps watching* *secretly enjoys it*

all credits to the original artist @anikenom on X

[chuulyssa]

── ★ 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐘 !

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 — bsd men and public sex scenarios

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 — smut

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎──‎‎‎‎─ tw intended lowercase, public sex, exhibitionism, edging, begging, use of pet names (doll, love, angel etc), praise kink, cockwarming + fingering in fyodor's part, voyeurism + choking + nipple play in nikolai's part

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — dazai, chuuya, fyodor, nikolai x reader

𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 is always ready for sex, whether it be in the comfort of your bedroom or the last seat of a movie theater. you cannot physically count the number of times you've asked him to dick you down and he has cooed in reply, pulled you into a random corner, ridden your panties to the side and pried your legs apart with a smile. that, however, doesn't mean there aren't times when you have to beg for his fat cock. he is quite a nuisance, even when the two of you have to make it quick, locked up in a public room. he enjoys watching you flailing your arms around in a silent tantrum, unable to moan or groan or whine, afraid of being heard by others.

“now now bella,” he says in a sing-song voice. “if i give it to you now, and you end up being so loud that the others hear, it will be bad, won’t it?”

he watches you rub your cheek against his bare cock, throat dry from the hardness which he refused to let you suck.

“i’ll be quiet, i promise,” you say. “please please, can i have it?”

“you always say that, dolly,” he strokes your hair lovingly and you lean into his touch. “but we both know you never keep your promise. i would like you to hush for me, alright? we can be as loud as we want at home, but not here, hm? the president is in the next room; it’s a very important meeting, okay?”

you nod vigorously, and he chuckles.

“ah now you know i’m weak for those eyes,” he pulls you up and sits you nicely on his cock all in one go, clamping a hand over your mouth as your eyes widen at the forced penetration. “we’ve got an hour, baby. let’s make it nice and slow, yea? don’t want anything to spill or make a mess, hm? easy now, doll. ride me like a good girl, but quietly.”

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 doesn't mind pissing off mori in ways more than one. he cannot recall how many times he's fucked you in his own office in various positions, and so messily too, just to see his boss's reaction. he, unlike dazai, doesn't have to be quiet though. it's his building, he can do whatever the fuck he wants, shove his cock down your throat wherever he wants. but he likes to go at a tantalizingly slow pace. he knows he can take his time. he's not gonna get 'caught'. his subordinates know better than to intrude on his business. it's just you, spread-eagled on the table, and him, rutting his hard cock inside you.

“you like it, yea? then why don’t you say it?” he groans in your ear. “you can tell me whose pussy this is, can’t you? why don’t you say my name, doll? whose girl are you?”

“y-yours, all yours,” you hiss and he gently pushes your face back into the mahogany table, the smell of fresh wood and sex clouding your senses.

“what’s my name?”

“chuuya–”

“chuuya what?”

“port mafia executive chuuya nakahara and the owner of my body,” you breathe. he's taught you to say that whenever he asks you that.

“good girl,” he says proudly, smile faltering for a second as he adjusts his pace. “you gonna come, baby? i can feel you. come, come on this cock, we’ll let it get on the floor and table, just to have some fun, yea?”

you widen your eyes, and he chuckles, gloved hand coming to pinch a nipple.

“no objections. mori's office or not, i decide what i do with my pussy.”

you shuddered. he's not afraid and it's seen. because after all, who's gonna fire him?

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 isn't always the one to initiate sex, much less one in public. then again, your numb cunt and shaking legs are testimony of how well he does when he decides to. public sex for fyodor meant shoving you by your hair down on his cock, pretending to be interested in the ramblings of fukichi while you were sucking him off under the table. when he feels he has to reward you for good behaviour though, he allows you to perch on his lap, your panties shifted to the side as he nests his cock deep inside your warm pussy, offering his ideas while the others don't bat an eye at the unusual approach of the mastermind.

he drums his fingers on the table, sliding them down to pinch your clit. your eyes widen, neck snapping around to look at him as he continues to look ahead. from the corner of his sly smile, he mutters, “i’ve told you to stop moving so much, havent i, angel? or would you like to leave the meeting? i wouldn’t mind either way. you’re distracting a hard-working man.”

you frown at him. “i’m not moving around–” your angry whisper is cut off by a finger slipping inside your already filled cunt, stretching it out even more. you hiss loudly, fist clenching around his cape.

“quieten, printsessa, or i might have to send you away. you’re not being very good now. i’d like to have a word with you after the gathering departs. in private.”

you scowl and turn back to staring at a wall in front of you, when you feel his finger escaping your soaking cunt. sighing in relief, you barely anticipate the slight jolt of his hips as he forced his cock deeper inside you for the fraction of a second before bringing it back in place.

your eyes wander frantically to see if anyone noticed the act. nobody did, thankfully, or maybe they had learned not to intrude on his business. either way, you will pay the price for boredom in the next thirty minutes.

𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗜 is similar to dazai when it comes to enthusiasm related to public sex. he's into voyeurism, a bit much for your liking, but he swears by your name he won't do it if you don't like it. but you don't miss the way he casually lifts your skirt up to check your ass out, or how he sticks a finger inside your cleavage line to harden your nipples. he has always wanted to be free, and what defines freedom more than sex in the back of his car, where the windows are open and any passerby can hear the commotion, wild and alive like never before?

“but kolya, we have to be quiet, we can’t just–”

“hush, my little birdie. do as i say and you won’t be in trouble,” he lays you down comfortably on the seat before proceeding to bang the shit out of you. your meek attempt at stifling your moans by covering your mouth is unsuccessful, and highly futile, he thinks. “now why would you do that, my dove? why would you not bless my ears with your heavenly sounds? let me hear them, dove, please.”

“kolya–”

“yes yes yes love, just like that,” he coos praises into your ear. “but you can go louder, can’t you?”

his mouth sucks on one of your nipples, begging you silently to give him more, to say more.

“please tell me how i make you feel, dove. i might die.”

“so good, kolya, so good.”“yes dove, now can you tell the whole word how i make you feel? please? for me?” he fastens his pace to force moans out of you, hand reaching to your throat to make you say his name. “want the whole word to know you love me, dove. that you’re mine. all mine.”

and his demands grow sinister by the moment with threatening consequences.

“whoopsie, no dove you’re gonna have to keep it in for now. can’t let you come unless i see you beg for it, now can i?”

it was always a long night of satisfying sex with him.

[lumiraette]

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𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒑!𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆

[𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰] wc: 244

Dazai can never beat the high maintenance allegations. He needs you with him at all times. I mean what would he do without his belladonna, he's convinced that if you leave his side he'll die.

That also translates to the bedroom, his long slim fingers have to be on you during ever moment of your love making. He needs to know that you're real. But his way of always having his hands on you always ends up in you being oh so overstimulated. I mean you need to feel as good as you make him.

He loves when you orgasm. His mission every time you two have sex is to break the record of how many times he can make you cum. Not to even mention he has such a high sex drive. He needs sex like all the time. And oh boy his stamina you could be going for hours if you have the right amount of time.

Most of it is just him between your legs coaxing one orgasm after another. Once he's satisfied in how many times you've come all over his face then and only then will he sink his cock into you.

But if you think that once he comes inside you that you'd be done, you are dead wrong. I mean you made him so pent up with the sweet whines that came out of your mouth. So why wouldn't he need to cum 2-3 times inside you?