#bungo stray dog x reader

[tiredlilguy]

" Hush, baby... it's after hours."

a/n: i was horny for the dilf of the flags... Iceman, so now here we are. also yes, im using the hc that i made that he's italian, so there might be some terms in italian, i will put a key for ya'll (it may be somewhat incorrect, im not italian, sorry... please don't bash me) >:D

pairing: Iceman X GN!Reader cw: NSFW 18+ (if you are a minor, you will be blocked), half-proofread desc: some domestic smut with your lover ~~ key: ciao - "hello", or "goodbye" (in this context hello) tesoro - "darling" arrivederci - "until we meet again"

The smell of pepper and garlic.

The sizzling of a hot pan with oil.

The sound of vegetables being cut, and plates being set down.

It was the sound that Iceman was used to hearing the moment he walked through the door. At first, it wasn’t what he’d wanted. If anything, he wanted to cook for you in your shared home, but you insisted. After all, seeing how tired he was as he took off his gloves and simple outer layers. The way his hands reached to the ends of his sleeves, pulling the white button-up to his elbows, and how you could see his back muscles tense as he rolled the tension away in his shoulders.

Of course… that tension seemed to go away the moment you ran up and hugged him, burying your face in his chest and taking in his scent. He did the same for you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up closer to him.

Today seemed to be just like any other day, he announced his entrance from the front door, taking off his shoes and coat as usual. He worked his way down his vest, taking it and leaning it over a chair near the living room. He loosened his tie, but before he could turn around, your footsteps were heard as you ran down the hallway to hug him from behind. Iceman’s normally stern expression softened as he froze for a moment in your arms before turning around.

“ Hello…,” you said, muffled into his white button-up.

“ Ciao, tesoro,” he brushed his hands over your hair, pulling it away from your forehead so that he could leave a kiss on it. You did your usual, placing your cheek on his chest with an ear over his heart and letting in a deep breath. Your eyes fluttered open after you took in his scent. Iceman noticed your expression, slightly letting go of his grip on you as you gently pulled away.

“ You don’t really smell all that much of cigarettes today,” you commented, though your tone was a little melancholy.

“ Hm…? I guess I didn’t smoke that much today,” Iceman shrugged, thought upon hearing you let out a pensive breath, he continued,” I thought you didn’t like the smell of the cigarettes.”

“ I don’t, but…,” you placed your head back on his chest,” I think I’m just used to it… but! That’s not an excuse for you to be smoking more. You’ll die by the time you’re forty, baby.”

Iceman let out a small chuckle, one that he usually doesn’t let out unless he’s with you,” Don’t count on it, love.”

You both let go of each other, as he followed you over to the kitchen,” Anyways, dinner is done in a couple minutes. Go wash up.”

Iceman nodded, reaching back for his vest and folding it over his arm. You watched as he did so, particularly staring at his forearms… they were muscular, a little veiny, a couple of old scars and some hairs were visible. There was a visible twist in his forearms as he turned the knob to the bathroom door. You let out a breathy gasp, as you observed his arms. However, that didn’t go unnoticed by him, as he turned his head and raised a brow. A blush crept up on your face,” N-nothing! I think I just forgot the wine…”

He seemed to only shrug at your small flustered gesture, continuing to walk into the bathroom and shutting the door. Though… he had to admit and idea sprouted in his brain.

…

Usually after dinner, that meant that it was Iceman’s dedicated “listening music session”. He’d sit by the couch, play with the expensive record player and scroll through the shelves in hopes to find an album or song that he might like. Sometimes, he picks up the record and sings the notes to himself before nodding and placing it down on a pile of records he’d listen to that night. He was now setting up a record on the player, placing it on the turntable and letting it roll while brushing the dust off of the top. He then pressed a button, and the record started to roll as the needle automatically moved down. There was some white noise until a song from the album started to play lightly in the background.

You were across from him in the kitchen with both of your empty plates in hand and placing them in the sink. Turning around, you were reaching over to grab a pan until a hand gently grasped your forearm.

“ Enough of that, love,” It was Iceman who’s stopped you from continuing your tasks,” Let’s relax for a little bit.”

You slightly frowned, placing your arm down and looking up at him,” Mm… but I just wanna clean up.”

“ It’s just dishes. That can be done at any time,” Iceman tugged your arm over to the living room. Not being able to put up a stern face, you rolled your eyes with a smile and followed him into the living room.

He gently took you from the kitchen and over to the sofa where his music was gently playing in the background. You weren’t too familiar with the album that was going on in the background and more so focused on him. Iceman had let go of your forearm, sitting down and opened his legs. He tapped the spot in between them, silently gesturing for you to sit there. You followed, your back facing him as you sat down in between his legs. Before you could say anything, he wrapped his arms around you waist, pulling you up closer to his chest. His auburn hair was buried into your shoulder as he took in a long breath, taking in your scent.

“ Long day…?,” you muttered, your hands traveling to touch over his arm. Your fingertips gently traced over an old scar that had been there for quite a while. He’d told you it was from a long time ago, but never bothered to elaborate. You’d just assumed it had some sort of bad memory attached to it, considering that he’d always freeze up for a moment before letting you continue to trace over his scar. Iceman didn’t answer, only squeezing you tightly in response before letting go.

Silence lingered in the air for just a little bit. You had nothing particular on your mind as you let out a couple of deep breathes, on occasion humming the tune that was playing on the record player. You were in your own world, enjoying the strong embrace of your lover as you thought about your day. Eventually, your hums were interrupted by the feeling of Iceman’s hands on your hips. You froze up a bit, a shiver running down your spine as you felt a hot breathe on your neck.

“ Mm…,” you let out a soft whimper, as you shifted slightly in his lap.

“ What’s wrong?,” the heavy breath crept up your neck to your earlobe, making you shiver once more.

“ You’re just… uh- y-you’re hands…”

“ What about my hands?”

“ It feels good…,” you admitted, a faint blush went to your cheeks as you felt him circle his thick fingers along your hips. He slowly let his fingers slip under the waistband of your pants. You leaned back into his chest, your entire weight on his now as his tongue licked a small strip up the side of your neck. You let out a faint moan at his gesture his hot tongue leaving a trail of saliva on your neck.

“ Does it now…?,” Iceman hummed as he took another breathe in of your scent, the tip of his nose trailing up towards you jawline as he left a sweet kiss there.

“ Mhm… Love, wait- I…!,” you quickly whimpered as you felt him bite your neck. It was slightly forceful, yet gentle enough so not as to hurt you.

He quickly hushed you,” Hush, baby… it’s after hours. Just relax…”

Letting out a shaky breath, you nodded fulfilling his request and tried to relax against his hold. As he continued to nip at your neck, leaving purple and red colored bruises, his hands moved to take off your pants and undergarments, pushing them both down your hips and down to your knees, as they fell to your ankles revealing your lower half. You quickly shifted them off your ankles, leaving you bare. You shivered slightly at the feelings of his calloused fingers caressing the skin of your stomach and thighs, eventually reaching down to your knees and spreading your legs a little wider. He felt your hips jolt as you silently begged for more, but he stopped himself, teasing you by hovering above your now aching arousal between your thighs.

You looked over at him with a small pout, turning your head to meet his. He was so close to you… so much so that your lips were almost touching. You whispered out a small “kiss me” before smashing your own lips into his. He passionately kissed back, pulling away slightly to bite at your lower lip. You opened your mouth slightly, letting him shove his tongue to meet yours. His hands moved up to your now hardened nipples peeking out from your shirt. He moved to pull it above your chest, pinching at them, making you gasp into the kiss. Eventually, you both pulled away, a bit of saliva trailing down your lips.

Before you could catch you breath, you felt his fingers down to your entrance. His thick digits prodding at you, as if asking to open you up. You tensed up, body shivering as you panted out of desperation. Iceman let you pants for a moment, before shoving two fingers into your tight entrance.

“ Ngh… ah-hah!,” you felt yourself jolt as his gesture.

“ Feel good, baby…?,” he teased as his mouth reached your ear, nibbling on it slightly. You were about to respond when you felt his fingers curl up slightly, your back arching in response. You felt yourself sweat, your shirt feeling a little suffocating and uncomfortable as you desired for more of him. Almost catching your breathe, you were caught off-guard as he motioned his fingers once more. He let out an uncharacteristic chuckle,” I’ll take that as a yes, hm?”

You only nodded in response as he continued to prod his fingers further into your entrance. You felt everything… the way that his thick fingers felt. They were rough and calloused, and yet every detail seemed to touch every spot that almost made you feel like you were going to cum. He felt you tighten around his fingers, the tight feeling making him groan slightly. He continued to push his fingers into you, your moans getting louder and continuous as he did so. The further he pushed up, the louder you whined… He could feel himself get harder the more you whined and shifted in his lap. His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you down. If you squeezed your thighs together, he’d push them out, whispering to you,” Be good…”

And of course… you had to obey.

You felt the heat in your stomach become unbearable as he continued to finger you at a consistent pace… It started to become agonizingly slow to you, however, you already wanting to release. However, you had to be good for him. He was patient, slow, and somewhat gentle with you despite the way he looked. You appreciated that from him, he was able to slow down with you, able to handle you like fine porcelain.

Right now though, that slowness was started to kill you… and you’d wanted to beg.

“ I… hah, baby, can I- mm!,” you tried to ask nicely, but he toyed with your entrance, making it worse for you to speak normally.

“ Can you…?,” he asked back. Your boyfriend’s voice had started to become slightly raspier.

“ Can I… ngh c-cum… please? I’ve been waiting for so long,” you whined against his chest, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“ Hm…,” he teased you more as he pretended to debate whether or not to let you come. You fidgeted more, back arching as he tried to go deeper into you. You started whimpered against him, repeating the word please constantly, as you could barely hold yourself together.

“ Ok, love, you can cum,” he gave you permission, and you did so. Cumming quickly after that. You felt embarrassed as you felt your release, covering your face at the liquids that were coming out of you. Your moans filled the room, as Iceman let out soft breathes in your ear.

“ You ready?,” he asked, gently, wiping his two fingers on your thigh and moving up to move your chin to look at him. He gently caressed your jaw with his thumb. Still as gentle as ever, despite his deadpan face… You knew that he was a lot softer than he normally would be.

You nodded in response,” I-I think so…” You were a complete mess, sweaty and disheveled.

He quickly shifted you both so that you were now under him. You took your top off in the process, it meeting the other clothes that were now on the floor. Iceman sat up, pulling his sweatpants down to reveal his cock. You drooled as you look at him…

He was actually quite big. His cock being veiny, long and thick. The first time you both had sex, you thought you’d die, but rest assured, he prepped you beforehand. Now, you were currently prepared and ready without lube, and well… you still felt that nervousness build up in your chest.

And of course he wasn’t wearing boxers underneath his sweatpants…

God, you were going to make a mess. If not one a lot more than you’d already done earlier.

“ Tell me if it hurts, ok?,” he leaned down, placing a hand on your cheek to assure you. His tip met your tight entrance, the head already splitting you open. You let out a small hiss, and he kissed you on the forehead as an apology. You nodded, silently allowing him to continue. He shoved more of his length into you, filling you up all the way. You let out a loud yelp in response, but you wanted him to continue. He did so slowly, though, you’d already felt so full from him only being halfway in you.

Eventually, he bottomed out, letting out a loud huff. You winced at him practically splitting you open, but he let you breathe there, waiting for you to give him the go to continue. You did so, letting him move. His first thrust was gentle, as he let out a grunt at you tightening around him.

“ F-fuck…,” he said shakily, as he continued to move.

You moaned loudly as he continued to move, his hips thrusting into your entrance. Lewd sounds started to fill up the room, along with your moans and his grunts in response. He wasn’t very vocal himself, but on occasion, you could heard the small moan he’d let out. It wasn’t loud, but hushed enough near your ear for you to feel something rise in your stomach.

You walls were so warm and gummy, it was addicting to him as he rolled his hips into you. His forehead touched yours and he continued to go at a faster pace, chasing his own high. You felt yourself melt as he touched your sensitive spot, making you arch.

“ I think I’m gonna… fuck,” he couldn’t continue his words and he moaned out once again in your ear. You wailed in response, trying to say through babbled words that you were about to do the same. Eventually, you both reached your highs. His hot cum shooting inside you, spilling out as he pulled away you from entrance with a lewd pop. You were gasping, trying to catch your breathe.

Iceman quickly sat you up, pulling you into his lap,” Shh… breathe.”

You followed his exaggerated breathing, following shakily with your deep breathes in and out.

“ In…,” he said,” and out… Good.”

You felt yourself blush slightly at the praise, continuing to follow him as he helped you regulate your breathing. Eventually, your clouded eyes started to fall back to normal, as he held you in his lap.

“ You ok?,” he asked gently, moving the sweaty strands of hair away from your face. You smiled blissfully at him, moving in closer to his face,” Yeah, I’m ok.” He let out a soft smile, one that you’d usually never see, as it wasn’t very much like him to smile. Iceman moved in to do a small eskimo kiss, rubbing his nose against yours before kissing your nose, and then your lips. You giggled at his gesture, kissing him back on the lips. His lips eventually trailed down towards your cheeks and jawline excitedly, making your giggles turn into soft laughs. Iceman eventually stopped, placing a kiss on your forehead before putting his head over yours.

…

“ My love…” You felt a soft kiss on your cheek as you were being slowly woken up. You shifted away, groaning as you tried to get away from the sudden noise. Another kiss landed on your forehead,” My love, wake up.” You scrunched your nose as you eventually opened your eyes, being met with Iceman’s soft gaze.

He was already up and ready in his work attire, but had been kneeling down on your bedside. You rubbed your eyes,” Why am I getting up this early again…?”

“ Because I have work, and I don’t like leaving you asleep…,” he answered honestly, tugging you out of bed by the hand and over to the kitchen. There was already a mug with your favorite morning beverage in it, steaming hot for you to drink already. You walked over to it… well, more like waddled and sat down in the seat. The television was on, playing something in the background lightly.

“ Alright, I’m off,” Iceman placed a kiss on your forehead,” Arrivederci.”

He always loved kissing you on the forehead, you had no idea why… but you did find some piece in that in the morning. :)

[sahisan]

— bsd twitter links / visuals ! part... multiple !

featuring . dazai, mykola, kunikida, akutagawa, yosano + bonus (separate).

notices: fem bodied reader. make sure to log in to twitter ! i dont fw whatever the notes in the posts say so please ignore them ! this part includes multiple chars because my inbox has quite a few reqs of visuals with different chars so instead of spamming them i decided to make them into one single post. i couldn't help myself with the bonus sorry chat...

— dazai.

handjob while he plays video games.

picking up his pace ! make sure to keep up <3

he can be pretty rough when he's not lazy wants to be.

↑ some more.

choking you while fingering you. ughh i need.

llllloves using toys on you. he's so mean about it too.

on the agency's couch...

absolutely undeniably dazai coded.

— mykola.

he loves it messy. or making you a mess, you choose.

changing positions every minute cause he wants to try literally everything.

surely he can go deeper. and faster.

anywhere? anywhere.

loves dressing you up.

↑ and himself as well.

— kunikida.

loves having you give him a titjob.

sucking him off.

he is absolutely folding when you hug him during sex.

slow n deep.

he finally fucks you on his desk.

he's already trembling once in your arms.

— akutagawa.

please give him a handjob. he'll fold.

tries to keep his mouth occupied because he's not sure where to put it.

hugging him while riding him.

he's so gentle like you're porcelain.

this. just kiss him and cockwarm him and he's gone.

his everyday routine.

cuddly on the side <3

does not have a breeding kink however loves just filling you up.

morning.

— yosano.

riding her in reverse cowgirl.

sucking her strap while she holds your hair back for you <3

overstimming you with a vibrator.

↑ and making you wear her skirt while at it.

quickie in the agency's restroom when you're needy.

riding her.

fingering you n choking you.

sucking on her tits when she comes home after a tiring day.

+ bonus !

— chuuya.

after aftercare.

↑ some more.

you're both needy at work so he takes you to the pm headquarters' restroom to take care of it.

slapping your ass & rewarding you after.

this w him is justtt.

he decides to take the initiative.

part 1 for — dazai / chuuya / fyodor.

(ignore) requests that were for these characters utc !

[tmrajax]

men that would bend you over a counter and fuck you from behind while holding your underwear in their mouth, panting with muffled mumbles about how naughty you’ve been, leaving their lips. littering bruises on your pretty skin in the shape of their fingertips, purposely marking your skin in places it can be seen.

gojo, geto, inumaki, TOMURA, bakugou, dabi, hawks, SANEMI, tengen, chuuya, DAZAI, NIKOLAI, TACHIHARA

[klyette]

" PLEASE, ITS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH "

Hashtags # : dubcon , perverted man/men , handjob , naive ! reader , fem ! reader : you/your prns.reader having boobs mentioned n pussy , mentioned almost dying , boobjob , pervert ! character , multiple x reader , could be seen as an "au" depending on the character (s) !

Notes : ughh<<33 my pussy :x if u know what this smut is kinda inspired by, I love u <3

The Pervert! Who had a crush on you, his face flushing when he sees your tits pressing against your top, squashed against it. How he wishes it was his face between your tits or his hands squeezing them !

The Pervert! Who groans when he gets stabbed his lower stomach, his top teeth gritting against his bottom ones. You being the sweetheart, you are~ you helped him, getting him to safety, your cute hands touching his body and his lewd hands desiring to touch your ass.

The Pervert! Who grins when you aren't looking, he has the perfect plan to get you do what he wants, you of course will do it, you love giving him a helping hand. He does let out a groan of pain, the stab wound making it hard to think for a moment until your tits bring him out of the pain.

The Pervert! Who whine stay he can't fell his legs so you rub his ankle and he tells you more higher, your hands now rubbing his knee and he tells you higher so you go higher. Your hands rubbing near his crotch, he goes hard when he looks at you, your cute face focusing on him.

The Pervert! Who moans and groans, you smile and think that he is getting better when he is just getting harder, he feels bold so he moves your hand and you look in confusion. His hand unzipping his pants, you blink and your mouth opens in shock, your face darkens and you flush in embarrassment. He looks at you and puts on a sad face, pouting.

The Pervert! Who begs and pleas you so that you can save his life by giving him head, which he doesn't say out loud but he said that you will have to use your pretty hand to rub his dick so that he lives.

The Pervert! Who begs you "C'mon {name}... It's matter of life and death... You have to help me.." he said, faking a tear and you agree, being naive, and not understanding that you rubbing one out for him will not make him live.

The Pervert! Who throws his head and closes his eyes, groaning as your hand goes in a slow pace, he takes groans in pain so you can go faster. Your pretty hand wrapped around his dick, he groans some more in pain before he asks you if you suck on his tip.

The Pervert! Who leads how you suck, he says that you have to do it or else he will be in more pain, you suck and your confused still he finds it hot. Your pretty lips wrapped around his tip, your hand still stroking the rest of his cock, he groans in pleasure.

The Pervert! Who looks at your lips and your ass as you're on your knees to suck him off, your dress showing off your ass in great ways. He wants to hold your ass and make you bounce on his dick, his hands touching your pretty bottom as you go wild on him. Oh, so much pre-cum is leaking out~

The Pervert! Who stares at your tits, being more squashed in your top, he grabs your head and shakes you slightly so your moving. Due to that, your tits are slightly jiggling when your body moves, he lets out a growl at the sight.

The Pervert! Who has another idea when he sees your tits, he wants to cum on your perfect breasts. His white painting your tits, he groans in pain(faking) and says that what you are doing isn't enough so you panic and go faster. He finds it cute.

The Pervert! Who makes slight remarks about your tits, and giving hints that he wants them to rub his dick, your mouth forms a "o" when you realize, you bite your finger before you take off your top and bra. Your tits are out and you look away, he pulls you closer, your breast touching his tip and he groans.

The Pervert! Who makes you place your hands on both sides so he can place his dick between them, he grins and slides his dick in. His dick being nicely hugged by your tits, he tells you to move them so you do. He grips at his pants and makes you go faster.

The Pervert! Who doesn't warn you when he cums, shocking you when your face and tits are painted with his seed, some of it landing on your mouth. You blink and you pull away, your legs are trembling and your hands are shaking slightly. You fall back and your legs are spread, good thing you don't wear a short under your skirt because he can see your panties and sure are they damp~

#: CHILDE , shidou , gojo , TOJI , aiku , tengen , sampo , aventurine , kaveh , kaiser , solomon , asmo , dazai , nikolai + your faves + other fandoms !

©klyette : do not claim

[thewickedjazzy]

Level 3: Baby Fever [Breeding] for Kinktober.

ᡣ𐭩osamu dazai x afab! reader.

ᡣ𐭩Synopsis: you're thrilled to kick off the new kinky card game with your boyfriend, but you definitely didn't expect it to culminate in your first time going raw.

ᡣ𐭩Warnings: nsfw, mdni, 18+ content, smut with plot, breeding kink, mating press, bdsm elements, breathplay, alcohol consumption, profanity, kink and fetish themes, sexual challenges, pregnancy kink, unprotected sex, cum mentioned...etc.

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“Is everything set?” you ask, eyes locking onto your boyfriend’s figure as he places the last decently sized shot glass on the table looking you up with a mischievous smirk, sweet excitement sparkling in his brown irises.

“all set, my love.” he chuckles, enthusiasm radiating from him warm as the sunshine of spring as he rests both hands on the table in front of you, his sleeves rolled up and shirt fully unbuttoned.

you take a deep breath, feeling the exhilaration twisting in your stomach. tonight is the night you’ve been waiting for—a card game you’d eagerly anticipated all week: freak or drink. while the game is pretty straightforward, the risks and rewards are irresistibly enticing. each card drawn could push your boundaries, could strip you bare—figuratively and literally—just thought of it makes your thighs press together instinctively.

“okay, let’s start!” your voice betraying the nervous excitement that courses through your veins. you bite your lip as your hand hovers over the deck before pulling the top card from the pile, feeling the cool edges glide across your fingertips as you flip it over, eyes going wide at the challenge: “ sensual stuffing.”

you snort softly, caught between disbelief and laughter. “no way,” you scoff, shaking your head with a smile.

“c'mon, baby... are you shy?” dazai teases, leaning in closer against the table, eyes roving over your form, stripping you down before he even touches you.

you roll your eyes as the familiar rush of high heavens of pleasure pulse through you. “not shy, just... strategic,” you purr, smirking as your hands slide beneath the hem of your dress. the lace of your panties catches on your fingertips as you slowly drag them down, stepping out of them and holding them up, feeling the cool air hit the places where your warmth had been trapped.

with a sly grin, you twirl the delicate lace between your fingers, holding it up like a prize. “open up, pretty boy.”

dazai’s smirk never fades, his lips parting ever so slightly as his eyes flicker between your face and the panties dangling between your fingers. it feels exhilarating to push boundaries, especially with that brown haired-brat, who always keeps you on your toes.

you step closer, heat rushing to your face spreading a pink tint under the barrier of your skin as you bring the lace closer to his mouth. slowly, you press the delicate fabric past his lips, watching him hum softly, his tongue grazing the lace before biting down just enough to hold it in place, never breaking eye contact.

his smirk falters for a moment as he tastes your slick drenched panties, before he groans pulling the lace out of his mouth.

“two things that i love,” he murmurs, “you and how easily you get wet.” his tongue darts out, flicking over his lips, tasting the ghost of you still lingering there as he lazily draws the next card from the deck. it's obvious that his focus isn’t on the game but rather on you, completely.

he holds the card between his fingers for a moment, his smirk widening devilishly as he reads it aloud. “fuck yes!! 'body shot.'”

before you can respond, dazai’s grip tightens around your waist, hoisting you up effortlessly. the world spins for a second, your breath catching in your throat as he slams you down onto the couch, knocking the air from your lungs. you barely have time to gasp his name before his hands are on you again, fingers slipping under the fabric, peeling the dress from your body as if it were nothing more than a flimsy barrier in his way.

he doesn’t stop, brown irises completely dilated as he grabs the shot glass filled with your favourite amber liquid before tipping it ever so slowly over your chest. the cold alcohol spills onto your bare breasts and the sudden cold sensation makes you arch into him feeling a shiver ripples down your spine as the liquor trickles over your nipples, leaving a glistening trail.

“fuck...’samu,” you whimper, thighs instinctively clenching as he watches the liquid pool at the curve of your breast.

without hesitation, his lips are on your naked bud, tongue flicking out to lap up the trail of alcohol all over your aerola, relishing the feeling of his mouth hot against your chilled skin as he slurps up every drop with a fervent hunger, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive nipples, taking his time, to admire the way you writhe beneath him. each flick of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core, juices already starting to slick your thighs.

“you're a moaning mess when we're just getting started?” he pulls away with a low chuckle, stretching his arm to draw a card from the nearby table.

you’re barely recovering from the high of his touch, breath coming in short, needy gasps, “ugh—show meee,” you whine, making a grab for it.

“holy fuck—” the burnet curses under his breath, pausing for a moment.

“whattt?” you pout, leaning closer to catch the words on the card. 'breeding'. oh no! you’ve always been so careful—always on your pills, always using protection. you never let yourself slip, never let caution fall away. but this time? you can’t help it. the temptation eats you alive, a desperate, yearning desire to feel every inch of him, raw and reckless. what if it’s even better than you imagined? what if it’s a pleasure so intense, it leaves you breathless, trembling, and utterly undone?

the thought rushes through your mind and before you can fully process it, you feel his cold fingers dig into your bare skin again lifting you from the couch. needless to say, the next thing you hear is the bedroom door swinging open. suddenly, you’re being pushed down onto the bed, the soft mattress beneath you bouncing with the force.

“listen baby, we’re not just gonna try for a baby tonight. we’re gonna make one.”

once he says that with a whisper, your cunt clenches around nothing instinctively, you part your lips to utter something— anything.

“aa—’samu?” you manage, breathless, as he climbs onto the bed, hovering low, his hands press the mattress on either side of you.

“you’re gonna take all of me tonight, hmm?... spread your gorgeous legs baby—uh, fuck yes, just like that.” his large palms push apart the plushy gates of thighs and spread you wide by your perky ass cheeks, giving him a clearer view of your flushed folds.

no amount of imagination could prepare dazai for how much you're leaking right now. juices soaking your pillowy folds, and he can not move his eyes away from you. it's like he's been craving this very moment a long time ago.

“ahh... i've always dreamed of this moment, filling you up with my seed, ngh—!” you never expected to crave his thick, hot cum to fill you this much, but with the way he hangs above you now? mop of brown hair tickling the tip of your nose while his gaze locks on your spread-open thighs and puffy pussy—so ready to welcome his angry flushed cock, his pants hang low, barely clinging to his hips, just under the heavy weight of his balls.

“’s-samu—” you gasp, barely able to breathe his name. oh god, he's losing it, going absolutely wild just hearing his name drip so sweetly from your glossy lips. you feel it before you see it—his thick, swollen tip pressing against your slick entrance, throbbing and red as it starts to push inside your tight, resisting cunt.

“gonna wreck that pretty little pussy of yours,” he growls, head dropping forward to rest on your soft alcohol stained breasts “stretch it wide, make you my slut.”

“ffffuck- this feels better than i imagined—” he exhales sharply, trying his best to resist the urge not to slam his entire lengthy cock deep inside you.

you thrash under his touch, the languid, torturous rhythm making your hips buck toward him, seeking any sort of friction. “nngh—samu-please... more,” you gasp, eyes fluttering closed, head spinning from the combination of enthusiasm, desire, and his tip teasing your entrance.

he cannot help but hug you to his chest, feeling your heartbeats ripple through your ribcage and mingle with his own, he pushes several more inches through your sopping folds, your hips buck up involuntarily circling them over his cock, listening out for the lewd noises that sounds from both your sexes rubbing against one another.

drops of thick precum oozing from his cock finding solace between your gooey walls, the sensation of his bare lengthy cock slipping slowly inside you is ethereal.

finally he slams his entire cock through your fluttering cunt with a throaty groan, jaw completely slack as he gasps next to your ear shoving both of the legs to your chest from beneath your knees, completely folding you in half and sinking his cock deeper and deeper inside you. the full stretch makes your cunt clench and thighs spasm before trembling against his palms.

and oh god, the feeling of dopamine surging through you as technicolor bursts of pleasure dance behind your eyelids. you know your boyfriend's body all too well—his cock is more long than thick, with most of the heft in his swollen, heavy balls, slapping against your doughy ass with each thust. but this time? it’s different—this time, there’s no barrier between you. it’s raw. his bare cock filling you up to the brim in ways you’ve never felt before, and you can feel almost evey ridge, every vein of it pulsing between your tight, slick walls, making your nerve-endings buzz with pleasure.

“you feel that baby? ngh— you want me to make—oh shit—your pretty pussy leak with my cum hmm? put a baby in you?” he says in a low bristling tone making you swallow his cock even more with his words.

the constant hitting of his tip against your spongy spot is too much, but you can't push him from this position, even when your pretty nails are scaping his back, nothing would push him away.

“our baby's gonna have those pretty eyes of yours? and those sweet, soft lips?” he purrs gently, as if he isn't rearranging your guts and bottoming out inside you with a harsh, resounding slap of skin on skin, his heavy balls smacking against the curve of your ass as he drives himself deep to the hilt almost breaking the bed as it creaks beneath you from the force of his thrusts.

“’sammuuu ahh— t’much mngh fuck—you're insane.” you cry out frantically, voice hoarse, body jiggling like jelly with each harsh thrust.

“stay with me, babe… mmff— it’s only been thirty minutes..i know you can handle more.” he murmurs, his forehead pressed against yours, lips forming a soft ‘o’ shape. “ goddammit mngh—you ready to be a mama?” with that, he begins a fast, deep rhythm inside you, his slender hips delivering the perfect stroke.

each thrust has his tip brushing delightfully against your cervix, making your cunt spasm wildly as each thrust sending your essence to splatter against his abs, slick and messy.

“fuck- s’tight and perfect,” dazai growls deeply, pressing his weight against you as he slips his tongue into your mouth, capturing your swollen pink lips and swallowing your moans and whimpers with your knees positioned on either side of your chest.

dazai osamu, the devil that he is, the man who has cradled your heart in his hands, is giving you the best night of your life—guiding you to meet whatever divine force dwells above the clouds as he fills your gooey hole so perfectly.

“mmph shiit—’s-amu..’m clos-e” you cry as he keeps hitting into you roughly, his pelvis grinding against your swollen clit as he grunts ferally into your mouth.

“yeah? gonna let me cum so hard inside you, baby?” he drawls against the sensitive skin where your jaw meets your neck, before gripping your ankles and pressing them back near your ears, his cock sinking into the endless black hole between your thighs, as if he's being consumed by the gravitational force of your cunt.

“gonna make you pregnant... fuh-k—your pussy feels so good mmph holy fuck—i love you hahh.. i fuckin’ love you,” he groans as his vision starts to blur with white-hot pleasure, his balls tightening almost painfully and hips stuttering as he pushes deeper into you, the sloppy heat of your tight walls squeezing every last drop from him. the moment he feels your walls spasm around his twitching cock signalling that you're cumming a throaty groan leaves his chest, spilling hot thick globs of cum inside you—and you couldn't help but unconsciously count the amout of pumps he's feeding your delicious cunt with. seven.. eight.. nine.. ten??—holy fuck! twelve? his cock pulsing with every shot as he kept going, pushing more and more of his release into you till tears cloud your vision.

his breath starts to subside, body finally beginning to relax as the intoxicating pleasure starts to fade into a hazy afterglow. he lets out a long, shaky sigh, pulling out leisurely, your soft whimper catching his ear as his softened cock slips free from your stuffed entrance with a slick 'plop' sound.

his eyes fix on the sight of his cum slowly dripping out of your now-so-wide cunt, a trail of white drops of ambrosia running down toward the bedsheets before he scoops some of it up with two fingers, pushing it back inside you again.

you instinctively grip his wrist tightly still breathing heavily, however you don’t stop him, in fact, your body shudders at the sensation as he gently plunges his fingers deeper, making sure every last drop stays inside as he watches, fascinated with how your trembling body accepts it all again.

he lets out a breathless chuckle as he glances at the nightstand, reaching for his phone, he then opens the camera app, focusing on you before snapping a picture of your dripping pussy.

“ugh ’samu, what are you doin’?!” you groan, trying to catch your breath.

“i'll save this for when our kid's old enough and say, 'this is how we made you.'”

“please don’t tell me you’re starting a scrapbook!” you breathe out, rolling your eyes, still trying to steady your racing heart.

“and ruin the surprise for our kid? tsk..never! i’ll keep the best bits for a bedtime story instead.” the burnet chuckles lowly, his hands tenderly massaging your trembling legs, fingers digging into the soft skin.

“that’s one way to guarantee therapy bills in the future.”

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tw // 18+ nsfw, vaginal, brat taming, impact play & daddy kink

he has you bent over the bed when he slips it inside your sopping hole from behind, sloppily palming your clit while relishing in your obscene moans. your stomach stirs and you bite down on your lower lip, trying to deal with his length jammed into your tight walls.

you're given some time before he inquires, "no 'thank you, daddy'?" his hips gradually begin to move against yours, wringing out another moan from you, "what happened to those perfect manners, sweetie?"

your eyes twist shut at how his frim cock drags against your tender insides, too enraptured by the feeling to aknowledge his question. for which you were promptly punished by a quick slap to the ass, causing you to hiss, as he grabs a hanful of your flesh.

he scowls, "guess i need to fuck some sense into this dumb pussy, yeah?"

atsumu, yaku, OIKAWA, kuroo, HAWKS, dabi, baji, HANMA, dazai, kunikida

[kurokawaia]

❛ SHE'S PASSED OUT ❜

‧��˚. 𝐹𝐸𝒜𝒯𝒰𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 :: Dazai x Fem!Reader, Chuuya x Fem!Reader, Atsushi x Fem!Reader, Fyodor x Fem!Reader, Ranpo x Fem!Reader ༊*·˚

⋆·˚ ༘ * WARNINGS :: (overall warnings, will be specific in individual) passing out during sex, praise, degradation, overstimulation, creampie, no protection, missionary, prone bone, cow girl, riding, doggy, slapping, begging, slight? choking, SOMNOPHILIA, oral -> female receiving, hair pulling/tugging, use of a safe word + more (total word count 5.7k+)

𝒫𝑅𝒪𝑀𝒫𝒯 :: Passing out during sex with bsd men (bc it's too overwhelming) and having to get tapped back in .ೃ࿐

‧₊˚. HONEY'S NOTE :: if this isn't your cup of tea then simply scroll past. I do not condone this behaviour in real life, this is purely fictional, meaning it isn't real.

m.list | bsd m.list

‧₊˚. DAZAI OSAMU :: missionary, prone bone, overstimulation, cervix fucking, no protection, he's kinda mean here, creampie, slight somnophilia -> fucks you slowly while your passed out before you come back in, pet names 'bella' 'belladonna' + more? (WC :: 900+ )

Your body shuddered under him, causing your grip on his hands to weaken. Your hips were secured, and then his power hoisted you onto your knees as a bicep encircled your neck, lifting your head.

Your head was lifted from the futon with as you weakly propped yourself up on your elbows, the grip was not firm.

You arched your back heavily, able at last to sink further into his embrace. Dazai leaned over, drawing you near to him and initiating a messy, moist kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting out grunts as he absorbed your sounds of pleasure. Dazai moaned in satisfaction, praising you for taking him so deeply as he intensified the pressure on your back. He observed as your ass pressed against his lower stomach, gazing at your cunt with dark irises.

Watching as your strides pulled him in, creating a luscious white halo of desire around his .

"I'm bringing you immense pleasure, am I not?" Dazai moaned, his head tilting down, sweat forming on his forehead as he witnessed you unraveling and shaking from his cock, soft moans escaping your full lips.

Dazai moans, "I'm going to satisfy you completely."

"Please, I want to come," you plead, craving the release, your desperation evident as tears flow down your flushed face.

Your body tightens around him as he quickens his movements, effortlessly adjusting to the rhythm while your cries of pleasure grow louder.

"Oh, bella, bella, bella," he chants in your ear, followed by a deep groan that caused your insides to tighten around his.

You are unable to grasp any thoughts that flooded your mind.

"Come on, bella," he muttered and you convulsed around him as your climax engulfed you, your legs trembling under his increased pressure.

His didn't decrease, making you whimper from being overstimulated, but Dazai aided in it, his movements of the hips still pushing against mine, assisting me in enduring my climax as he pursued his own. Letting out a moan, he pressed his lips to yours once more while thrusting his hips forcefully against you, releasing his seed inside you which made you gasp into our kiss.

And as you sensed more of his cum filling your fertile womb, coating your inner walls in white, you could almost imagine your belly swelling from the sheer amount of his cum inside you already inside you.

"Osamu!" you gasp when he wasn't stopping, lifting your body, manhandling you to your back.

Dazai groans, "Quiet, bella."

Your hands were now pinned above your head with one of his hands, all you could do was tighten your legs around his waist and arch your back further into his advances. Although, you weren't quite sure how much you could hold out now. Your body is aching so badly, and you could feel a haze floating around your body as you become weaker.

Whimpers left your throat, your clit throbbing with a painful need for more as his pelvis made contact with your bud with every thrust. Your head was lolled back, at the pleasure coursing through you, his thrusts got rougher, so rough your breasts bounced with every hit.

Your walls continued to squeeze him tightly, your whimpers filling his ear and you indulged in the way he let out breathy groans into your neck. A gasp leaves your mouth and so did Dazai as you both came again, thrusting his cum deeper inside your walls.

"See, Belladonna," Dazai teases. "Doing so good."

Fingers digging into your waist tighter, his cock twitching restlessly inside your gummy walls. He keeps thrusting into you without stopping. You could feel the cum slipping from your pussy, and your whimpers grew louder, walls clenching around his length.

"Wait," you moan out, beginning to see white dots and black in your vision. "'Samu, wait, slow… sl-"

You clamped down onto his dick, squeezing him down tightly as you came again before you fell limp underneath him, he didn't seem to notice at that point. His head thrown back, thrusting into your cunt. Dazai's fringe was stuck to his forehead as he breathed heavily. A frown comes onto Dazai's face when he realises something, your squirming has stopped your your legs have fallen limp to the futon.

Looking down, a smirk comes onto his face, his thrusts becoming slower, but not ever leaving your cunt, watching your breath hitch with every thrust. “Oh?” he says softly, his voice curious, "My girls passed out on me."

“Now, now, belladonna,” he murmurs, his tone playfull, kissing your neck, leaving red hickies all over your collarbone. “This isn’t exactly the time to take a nap, is it?”

He taps your cheek lightly, his cock still thrusting in and out of your cum filled pussy. “Come on, wake up. You can’t leave me alone now, bella."

As you start to stir, your eyes slowly opening, Dazai’s smile brightens again. “Ah, there she is,” he says softly, leaning closer as his fingers gently brush your hair back from your face. “You know, belladonna, passing out during sex? Tsk, tsk, how dramatic.”

Your head feels heavy, and you blink up at him, disoriented. “Osamu…?”

"Shhh, bella," he coos. "'was taking good care of you while you fell asleep on me."

His thrusts speed up and you cumso hard, it feels like every system is shutting down. "'Samu!"

It’s as if that orgasm took his edge off because he takes his time now, dragging his mouth over your stomach, kissing the curves of your breasts. It wasn't too long before his own cum spills inside your pussy, a white ring forming around the base of his cock, his and your own cum mixed in.

"I think I should make you pass out more," Dazai smirks down at you.

‧₊˚.NAKAHARA CHUUYA :: mating press, somnophilia, overstimulation, passing out during sex, use of safe work (red), breeding, no protection, cumming multiple times -> not managing to say it before passing out, praise, degrading? + more? (WC :: 1.2k+ )

Your body folded into a tight mating press under Chuuya's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Chuuya's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.

"Chuu," you mewl out through sobs. "It's too much."

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt, you see stars every time you gush around his cock.

Chuuya lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your moan, and you had the same effect on him.

"You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You're going to take me, sweetheart, going to take everything I give you.

"Feels s' full though, Chuuya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. Chuuya drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done.

But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

"Sweetheart, please," Chuuya whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Continue f'r me?"

"'mmmm m'kay, be gentle," you huff. "So rough before, Chuu."

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of your needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Chuuya was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Chuuya was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, my love," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Taking it real good, such a slut."

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Chuuya's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.

You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but… Too much, Chuuya. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, sweetheart, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster, and your knees and thighs ached being pushed so close to your chest and head.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Chuuya."

Chuuya hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.

"Good girl, taking me so deep," Chuuya groaned, pulling away from your mouth.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Chuuya groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Chuuya groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.

His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper, but Chuuya didn't seem to understand your predicament, you were so fucked out, your mind running laps in stars and your vision blurring. You began to see stars in you peripheral vision. "Slow down! Chuu! Hurts!" you managed to whimper out but you could feel yourself slipping. "Re-…."

You head falls limp to the pillow, a scrunched but peacfull expression falling on your face, Chuuya was too pussy drunk to even notice for the first couple of seconds. He feels your hands slip from his hair, that's only when he notices, when he really looks at you. Chuuya's eyes widen in absolute confusion. Chuuya freezes mid-motion, his sharp blue eyes widening.

“Oi—!” he blurts out. He pulls back immediately, his hands already reaching for you, shaking your shoulders gently but firmly.

“Baby? What are you doing?” His voice is a little rough around the edges, panic creeping in, though he’s trying to keep it together.

For a second, he stares at you, as if not fully believing what just happened. Then, his concern takes over, and he shifts his position, sitting up straighter, cradling you in his arms. His fingers move to check your pulse.

“Dammit… come on, wake up,” he mutters under his breath, tapping your cheek lightly. “This is not the time to be passing out on me.”

Finally, you begin to stir, your eyelids fluttering as you slowly regain consciousness. “Thank God,” he breathes, his hand moving to stroke your hair as he hovers over you.

Your vision is blurry, and you blink up at him, still dazed. “Chuuya…?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he replies quickly. “You passed out, idiot.”

“I-I did…?” you ask, embarrassed, as you try to sit up, but Chuuya holds you down gently.

“Whoa, whoa, easy there,” he says. “Don’t try to get up too fast. You scared the hell outta me, y’know that?”

You nod weakly, still embarrassed. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

“You don’t need to apologize, but damn, don’t pull that on me again.” He pauses, his hands resting on either side of your face as he leans down, his forehead pressing lightly against yours. “Just… rest for a minute, alright? I’m not going anywhere.”

"I did try to say the safe word…. but i…."

"I'll make sure to be more focused next time, sweetheart, sorry, baby," he apologises.

‧₊˚.DOSTEVESKY FYODOR :: somnophilia, doggy?? bent over a desk??, rough sex, cockwarming, degredation, pet names (both him and you) 'myshka' 'fedya' "lyubov' 'shlyukha' + more? (WC :: 1.6k+ i got carried away hahaha)

God, you didn't know how long you've been sitting here for, your back flush against Fyodor's back with his cock snug inside of you. Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. Why did he more than usual all of a sudden?

Not only was the amount of paperwork bugging you, every time you move, it could be only a slight movement, you would instantly come on his cock. Fyodors cock was nudged so deep inside you, resting right against your cervix.

The only problem was, was that every time you did come, Fyodor's arm, which was tightly wrapped around your waist, got tighter, rendering your more from movement.

"Myshka," Fyodor hums, his mouth close to your ear and you pushed down a moan. "You are making it very hard for me to do my work."

Forcing down a mewl, you managed to reply, "S-Sorry, Fedya."

"You are? Well... you are making quite the mess as well," he continues, his hand moving lower and you hold your breath in anticipation.

You immediately cover your mouth with a shaky hand, your legs trembling further as Fyodors skilled fingers began to press down onto your sensitive nub.

"F-Fedya," you moan muffled again your palm.

"You're being loud as well," Fyodor mummers, almost in a disappointed tone. "Can't have that now, can we?"

It only took a few singular moments to which you were now getting bent over his desk, a loud gasp falling past your lips at the action. Documents go flying everywhere while Fyodors cold hand trails up the back of your thigh, hiking your skirt up higher to your hips, getting a better angle to see your cunt.

He hums in thought, seeing how that his pelvis and lower abdomen is soaked with your cum, now dripping down his balls.

"Fedya, please," you whimper.

"Please, what? Myshka?" he hums, wanting to hear your answer.

"Move, please, F-Fedya," you replied, all you wanted was for him to begin to move.

"Alright," Fyodor says simply. "I'm gonna do as I please, and your going to take all of it."

Your eyes widened and before you could register it, he pulled out, just so his tip was insight your seeping hole before slamming into your cunt.

"Fedya!" you moan, your hands were now pinned to your back, his singular hand holding your wrists while the other digs into the flesh on your wait, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Fyodor's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"Look how you take me in," Fyodor grunts. "Such a good shlyukha."

You sigh in pleasure at the degradative praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped in an abasement way, you savoured his words struck him so deeply. In a way he never wanted to call you anything else. But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't.

Fyodor's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside. Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Fyodor rolled his hips into yours.

A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides. Fyodor's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

You couldn't, your legs were spread widen and you were pinned to the desk His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of my needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Fyodor was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Fyodor was filling me up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment.

"I'm listening, Myshka, don't be so loud," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Found it haven't I?" Fyodor hummed.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Fyodor's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.

"Y-yeah," you sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, Fedya. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, how contradicting he thought your words were, you were denying your body the release that you so desperately needed.

"Looks like you pussy is saying something else," Fyodor added. Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. Your body trembled beneath him. Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Fyodor hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.

"Good Myshka, taking me so deep," Fyodor groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper. He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with purple iris'.

Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock Fyodor groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

A satisfied smirk came onto Fyodor's face as he watched those tears that welled in your fluffy lash line spill down your smooth cheeks.

"Such a good little- shlyukha," Fyodor groans.

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate.

"Such a good myshka," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"Please, please, please.""

"Go ahead," he moans and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.

His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, only he doesn't stop. It was too much, his balls slapping relentlessly agasint yoru clit and his cock hitting your soft spot every singlt time, it's too much.

You began to see black, white and yellow spots dancing in my vision as he refused to slow down, chasing his own high but before you. could even register, you were out, gone, asleep, knocked out, passed out.

Fyodor immediately noticed, because eyour loud racket of moans had completely ceased and a faint frown touches his lips, though no panic flashes across his face. Fyodor tilts his head as he removes himself from your cunt, more interested know in you.

“Hmm...” he murmurs under his breath, his long fingers gently brushing against your neck, checking your pulse. He lingers there for a second, his touch cool against your skin, you never fail to surprise him in the most interesting situations.

“Fainting, are we? How curious,” he whispers softly to himself. He’s not hurried, he leans down slowly, his breath ghosting over your ear. “Wake up, my dear,” he commands in that smooth, hypnotic tone, his fingers now softly stroking your cheek. Slowly, you start to stir, your eyelids fluttering open.

The disorientation hits you first, but before you can sit up, Fyodor’s hand presses lightly on your shoulder, keeping you in place.

“Easy now,” he says in that low, velvety voice of his.

“What… what happened?” you ask, your mind still fuzzy. He smirks, just slightly.

“You fainted,” he explains. “The intensity of the moment must have been too much for you.” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you try to move, but Fyodor’s hand remains firm on your shoulder, preventing you from getting up too quickly.

“I-I’m fine now,” you stammer, trying to shake off the disorientation,

“Are you?” he asks. There’s something in his gaze—something almost predatory—as he watches you, but his expression remains calm, composed.

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers cool against your skin. “Rest for a moment,” he says softly, his words carrying an air of command that you instinctively obey. “Your body clearly needs time to recover. We wouldn’t want a repeat of this, now would we?”

You bite your lip. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—”

“No need to apologize,” Fyodor interrupts smoothly, his smile deepening. “It’s... fascinating to witness your vulnerability like this. But don’t worry,” he adds, leaning in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “I’ll keep you comfortable for now, Myska, before I take you again."

‧₊˚.NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI :: slight cockwarming, cervix fucking, use of {y/n} cowgirl. side fucking (idk what it's called, it'll come to me lmao), missionary, passing out, needy Atsushi, inexperienced Atsushi, begging, him being rlly worried, apologieses sm + more? (WC :: ~800+ )

Atsushi is a whimpering mess under you, he didn't know what to do as you bounced on him, his cock was pulsing inside your walls while his hands pawed and gripped tightly into your thigh and hip. His cock was constantly hitting that sweet spot inside you, causing you to moan out every single time his dick hit your cervix, fuck, your legs hurt so bad but you really want to come. 

 Whimpers escape Atsushi's lips effortlessly, legs trembling as your ass comes into contact with his body, hitting his balls which made him throw his head back in ecstasy.

Your thighs are burning, you let out a strained moan slips past your lips. "{Y/n}," he whimpers out in broken syllables, he was so fucked out, but he still looked so effortlessly pretty, his white choppy hair splays out on the pillow, purple and yellow eyes screwed shut in pleasure. 

 "I know, baby," you moan out, knees about to buckle, you so wanted to keep on going but they gave out, knees hitting the futon, his cock fully nudged into your dripping cunt. 

 Atsushi's grip tightens on your hips at the sudden movement, the coil in his stomach tightening so much he just wanted to cum so badly but you had stopped moving. "Please," Atsushi stutters out through tight lips, he was trying to move your hips but your thighs were aching too much. 

 "Gimme a sec," you reply breathlessly. 

 "Baby, no I can't wait," he whimpers. 

 He opens his eyes and was met with the most ethereal sight of you, your head was thrown back as your chest was heaving in air, catching your breath, your breasts pushed together as your hands were on his lower abdomen. 

And... God... the mix of his precum... your arousal on his pelvis made the coil tighten in his abdomen again, seeing the bulge of were his cock is in you soft, tight cunt. You lift your hips once more about to grind down on to his dick, but Atsushi has other plans. 

His eyes were wide with pleasure as he sat up and pushed you down, making sure his cock was still snug in your tight heat. A surprised gasp leaves your mouth and before you could say any thing, before you knew it, you were on your side with Atsushi holding one of your legs, cock going deeper into your spongey walls. 

 Then, his mouth was on yours, tongues tangling with each other clumsily while Atsushi's hips rutt into your own. Your moans getting swallowed up by his mouth, you were on the edge, every time Atsushi's cock pounds into your soft cunt, it hits your sweet spot and his pelvis grazed your clit every single thrust. 

"So good, baby, you're doing so well for me," you praised, stars were blurring your vision and tears were spilling past your lash line while he began to move faster, the coil in your tummy was so tight, you need to cum so bad but it's too much.

"Atsushi," you sob. "Wa-Wait... S-Slow down!"

Atsushi couldn't hear you, all he could hear were your moans, the sound of the lewd squelching coming from the contact between your pretty cunt on his cock. He began to thrust harder and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he then starts sucking and biting on your neck. 

"Please , let me cum," Atsushi whimpers against your neck. "I've been so good, please."

"Baby, you can but please, slow..." your head and vision began to become blurry and those were the last words that spilled from your mouth when you fall limp against the futon.

Atsushi immediately noticed that your tight grip on his hair and arm had loosened. "Baby?" he called out, his eyes widened when he notices your peaceful expression and how you looked like you were asleep. But he frowned and nibbled on his lip, you weren't asleep, you passed out he realised.

He gently slipped hic cock out from you cunt and worriedly scanned his eyes over your body before gently tapping your cheek. "Baby," he whispers.

Groggily, you open your eyes and see Atsushi, a breif flicker of confusion crossed your face before you realised what happened. 

"You fell asleep, baby, or passed out is the better way to say it..." Atsushi confirmed.

A soft teasing smile comes onto your lips, "That just mean your too good at this, baby." Looking down briefly, you see that he's still painfully hard. "You want me to help," you coo pecking his cheek.

Atsushi's cheeks flare red. "You don't have too! I know you probably would be tired."

"You don't need to worry, baby," you reply teasingly, kissing his lips, your tongue intertwining with his and in between breaths you say. "I know you need my help, my pretty boy." 

Your hand squeezes the base of his dick and he gasps into the kiss, then you make sure he will finish all nicely. 

‧₊˚.EDOGAWA RANPO :: oral -> female receiving, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fingerwarming??? (if thats a thing lmao), fingering, passing out, getting tapped back in, praise, begging, hair pulling + more? (WC :: 1.2k+)

Stretched down beneath Ranpo, with your head thrown back against the soft pillow beneath your head, your legs slung over his shoulders. Additionally, a little pillow was placed beneath your hips, so if Ranpo felt like eating your cunt, he could take as much time as he liked. After a demanding day of bothersome cases, he would extract every orgasm from you with his tongue and fingers. You are his favourite sweet after all.

"Ranpo," you whimper out as his nose bumps against your clit, tongue lapping at your soaked folds.

"Mmmmm," he hums against your clit as he moved his mouth from your entrance, the vibrations causing you to gasp out in pleasure.

You don't know how long you have been here for, but you do know that Ranpo had drawn out three orgasms from you, an hour you thought, he had you here for an our. As much as Ranpo loved to eat you out and indulge in your essence, he loved to edge you, so you'd be squirming under him.

Arching your back, your cunt only pressed further into Ranpo's face, you just wanted to have your release, you body was aching, aching so much. You could see stars every time he curls his fingers into your sweet spot, but he wasn't doing that right now, his fingers were just resting inside your tight heat.

"Ranpo," you whine subtly, you just wanted him to hurry up, but he was taking so long

Every stripe of his tongue on your clit made your body shudder, so much so that you felt as if you were doing to pass out. Although, you thought that if he would go any faster, you would in fact pass out, so you were in a bit of a predicament. Going slow, just made you exhausted and any faster you would pass out.

"You'll be alright," Ranpo reassures, of course he'd know that you'd be alright, he is the smartest, isn't he?

"I don't… don't think I will," you moan.

"Yeah you will."

Gosh, he was so hard to talk back to.

A whimper leaves your mouth when he places a kiss on your clit and your thighs clench around his head. You attempt to arch away from the overwhelming sensation but Ranpo grip keeps you in place.

"Ranpo," you moan out. "Feels so good, making me feel so good."

He loves praise and you love giving it to him.

You could feel Ranpo smirk against your drenched folds. "C'mon, you gotta say more than that, sweety," he urges.

Once more, Ranpo's nose brushes up against your delicate clit, and your grip on his hair tightened. A satisfied sigh seeps through him into your folds as a mewl from your full lips. As he sucked your clit between his lips and flicked your sensitive bud with his tongue, Ranpo was eagerly moving his head in motion to get a full dive into your cunt.

You whimpered before answering, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, "Mmmmm~ you're the only one who can do this to me, Ranpo, you know me so well, making me-- feel s' good," you slur, drunk on pleasure.

His tongue climbs up from your wet hole to your clit while you let out a moan. Your thighs tighten around his head as a result of his advances, and as you grind down on his face, a moan echoes through your clit.

Your lips were filled with chants of his name, and he relished every moment of it. Ranpo's two fingers inside your cunt began to move once more, you eyes widened, your back further arched into his face, thighs clenching tighter around your head.

"Ranpo, f-feels s' good," you moan, tears welling in your lash line, he was making you feel so good.

His finger pressed up against that soft spot inside your walls. Ranpo was slow with his pace as he curled his fingers every time he entered your cunt, along with sucking and licking at your puffy, sensitive clit.

"See taking it so well," Ranpo moans against you, refusing to rut his hips into the futon, this was your pleasure, not his own.

A moan arouses from you and your hips grind themselves onto his face. He let you for once have some sort of control over the situation, and he decided that if you came quicker he'll let you do it more often. "That's it," he praised.

You cry his name through broken letters, and he moves more quickly and needily, and the one hold he had on your leg tightens. Your fingers encircled his locks to prevent him from moving and force him to breathe more deeply into your folds as your tummy coil tightened.

The grunts just served to tip you over the brink, and when he pressed his tongue firmly against your clit, you let out a low-pitched scream. Your stomach coil parted, drenching his face in liquid.

With your soaked pussy flowing out from your swollen folds, he carefully withdrew his fingers. You softly mewls in overstimulation and plants a kiss on your clit before going right back in, but faster and your thighs clamp shut.

"Ranpo!" you moan, chest heaving. "Too much, sensitive, wait!"

"Just one more," Ranpo moans, hips rutting into harder into the futon, he too wanted to cum, you looked so pretty here and tasted so divine, he just needed to.

You really couldn't do it anymore, well you wanted too but you could see the black dots and stars covering your vision. You believed you could endure. But you couldn't as you fell limp under the detective. Your thighs loosened significantly and the strong grip you had on Ranpo's hair went slack, and your back fell flat to the covers.

Ranpo immediately notices and pauses, lifting his head from in between your thighs and seeing your peaceful face. "Huh?" he mutters, blinking in disbelief. "Really? “This isn’t some trick, is it?”

He pocks your cheek and watches your head loll to the side and a murmur leaving your lips. "She passed out. That wasn't something I saw coming." Ranpo said in disbelief. "Hey, wake up,” Ranpo adds.

You open you eyes, disoriented and groggy, you could feel Ranpo hovering over you and you squint your eyes slightly, as you were confused at what he was doing. His face was closer than usual his green eyes staring into yours, almost as if he was making sure you were okay. (it was obvious he wasn't about to give you a kiss so you were confused at what this man was doin).

"Finally," he sighed in relief. "I thought you were going to sleep through the whole thing."

You blinked, confused. "W-What happened?" you murmured, trying to sit up, but Ranpo gently pushed you back down.

"Hold on, don’t move too fast," he said, his tone soft. He sat back slightly on the futon, watching you closely, he didn't want you to faint agasin. “You passed out.”

"I… I did?" you say in shock

Ranpo nodded. “Yep. One minute you were all into it, and then you were asleep. Didn't see that one coming. You really know how to keep things interesting," he added.

You blushed, embarrassed and unsure of how to respond, but before you could say anything, Ranpo continued. “Don’t worry, though. I checked everything—you’re fine. Probably just overdid it a little.”

"Next time, maybe try not to pass out on me, okay?" he teased, but as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Take it easy for a bit. I’ve got you. You can go to sleep now, I've cleaned you up, maybe go pee though."

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@stunies i know you wanted windbreaker but you can always try out this 😔 (even though u don't know none of the characters... thats okay though)

[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˶)

[melliemell]

Pairing: Dazai x f!reader

Contents: NSFW, car sex (unfortunately for Kunikida), breath play, dazai levels of whining, but he always gets what he wants doesn't he, Approx. 1.5k words

“Don’t even think about it,” you breathed, grinding your hips against Dazai’s. His mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut as a moan left his lips before it turned into a strained laugh. Dazai guided your hand to his neck. He bit at your lower lip playfully, languid thrusts drawing out your pleasure with every deep stroke. 

“Pretty please?” Dazai whispered to your ear, his lazy smile widening as your fingers grazed the bandages he always wrapped himself in. “I’ll be a real good boy about it.”

“You’ve been anything but for the last half-hour,” you retorted. “I’ll think about it.”

Dazai pouted, his trademark gaze of innocence returning. He knew how to get what he wanted; even if it required you to play this game of fetch every time. Instead, you ground your hips down, enjoying the friction of him bottoming out in you.

The parking lot was empty this late, keeping your undertakings pleasantly obscured under the roof of your car. 

You weren’t meant to be here, precisely. 

Nor Kunikida’s car– it was supposed to be back hours ago. But then again Dazai was ever the opportunist; why waste a perfectly good vehicle when you’ve already used it the whole day to spy on a client? Might as well give yourself a treat for a job well done.

Dazai brushed your hair to the side, teeth sinking into your soft skin. You couldn’t move much, your hips straddling Dazai’s and the steering wheel digging into your back with his every thrust. He was keeping you in place, not giving much of any opportunity even as you wriggled and panted against his lips. 

Postponing your orgasm was becoming somewhat of a speciality of his, especially with how grumpy it got you the longer he played around. That was what he wanted, more often than not. Predicting your actions was easy, and knowing how far to push to reach your breaking point–

easier.

Then he might get what he wanted. 

Your hands drew him closer, your focus waning as the pressure built up again. You weren’t going to let Dazai ruin this one too. Maybe it counted as giving in or perhaps you felt like you were taking control this time, but…

Delicate fingers trailed around Dazai’s neck, making him shudder the moment he realised what you were up to. He wanted it, of course. As much as it annoyed you how desperate he would get only to have your hands wrap around his throat, the pressure building with every second.

You knew he liked the thrill of it. The suicidal maniac in him was ecstatic–playing with life like that. You on the other hand felt your worry building every time he so much as looked at you with that pleading gaze. It was only a play, no real harm behind it.

Plenty of people were into breath play, and yet…it felt different. 

It scared you, sometimes—just a bit.

“Change of heart?” Dazai’s eyes were hooded. He looked beautiful like this, flush all the way down his chest. His hand trailed up your thigh, gripping tightly.

“We make a deal?” you asked, arching forward. He was easy to bargain with, like this. “I do this, and you give me the best orgasm I’ve ever had? No half-assing here, Osamu.”

Dazai fluttered his lashes and his grin turned vicious. “I do as you please, oh great beauty of mine.” And you could only blink your eyes closed, hands wrapped around his neck in preparation.

Dazai raised you up suddenly, his cock slipping out of you.

“Wh-at?” you asked, grabbing into his shoulders for balance. 

“I’m a fast worker, what can I say?” Dazai smirked. 

His hand went to your entrance, drawing slow steady drags of his fingers against your wet pussy lips. The moment his fingers entered you, a shudder crawled up your spine. 

You weren’t sure where he was going with this. His fingers made quick work, moving within your walls and twisting to your sweet spot often enough to make you dizzy. You almost forgot what you were meant to do with your hands.

“Fuck,” you said, trying to force your attention back into focus. 

Dazai was looking at you, enjoying every second of it. 

A few more strokes and his hand pulled away, only for his cock to enter you again, sudden and filling. Your thighs clenched around him, breath coming ragged. The fingers now covered in your wetness went to skilfully move over your clit, thumb rocking back and forth in time with Dazai’s every thrust.

You had to remind yourself to breathe, eyes back to Dazai’s face. He was watching you, head thrown back as a smirk tilted his lips. You could have been a sight to see for all you knew.

But that didn’t bother you.

You reached up, tracing his jawline with both hands before going lower. Dazai’s whole focus was on you, every detail engraving itself in his mind as you wrapped your hands around his neck. 

Such delicate work under these circumstances wasn’t ideal. You felt Dazai try to swallow under your hands, the pressure barely there to distract him. But he knew this was only a warmup. It takes time for you to ease into it; this wasn’t the first time you were hesitant to do this.

Dazai’s cheeks reddened. Slowly, ever so slowly, your pressure increased, and you marvelled at the way Dazai moaned weakly from the sensation of literary being suffocated. 

Dazai’s eyes fluttered shut, head thrown back as his hold on you waist tightened.

He was beautiful like this, so vulnerable and entirely at your mercy. 

You tried to regulate, watching his every twitch and grunt for the air he lacked. You were bringing him to the brink only to relax just enough to get his bearings back together. 

Your legs were trembling from the strain, seeing as Dazai’s trust became sporadic, trying to force out as much of his strength into fucking you. Your lower belly tingled with your release which was steadily building up. 

Dazai’s thumb didn’t stop, his hand going down to your entrance to gather more of your wetness before coming back to stroke at your clit. You could barely breathe at this point.

Dazai looked at you, choked sounds falling from his open mouth even as his upper teeth bit into his lip. He was having the time of his life.

“Good boy.” You smiled, diving for a kiss as your hands squeezed firmer, swallowing Dazai’s whine as your tongue trailed inside his mouth. Saliva trickled down his chin, making him a bigger mess with every second.

You felt his legs spasm, the tension increasing. Your pussy clenched around him, just the way he liked before he was near.

You held him, not letting go even as his belly fluttered, twitching with every strain to push his orgasm forward. You forced him into the seat, Dazai’s neck bared prettily as you hovered over him, the sound of your kissing filling the air almost as much as his rapid trusts as he struggled to reach you. 

“Come on, pretty boy. I’ve got you,” you panted against Dazai’s lips.

Pleasure seeped in, not suddenly this time, but a steady buildup of more more more–and you were cumming, cunt fluttering around his cock enough to force Dazai’s eyes open, staring wide at the rooftop as a pitiful moan vibrated right from his chest. You felt his cock twitch inside you a moment later, his spent shooting inside you, warm and thick.

You only loosened your hold on him when you were sure he was coming down from the high. Dazai’s head lolled to the side, eyes still closed as he breathed hard between coughs for air. He looked utterly exhausted, his face pale with overstrain. He barely had the strength to move, let alone slip out of you. 

Not that you could help, flopping against his chest to breathe in his musky scent. The air around you was hot, almost foggy. Like in those sappy romance movies where the couple run away to their car to finally have some alone time.

Except this one wasn’t yours.

You pulled yourself back, reaching with a groan for your phone. 

“Whatcha doin’?” Dazai asked, kissing at your shoulder. He looked so pretty as he blinked at you, face serene. 

“Looking for a nearby car wash,” you said, forcing your eyes to the screen. 

A silence before Dazai’s hearty laugh filled the space. You looked at him, eyebrow raised. 

“Were you expecting something else?” 

“Not in the slightest,” Dazai said, clearing a tear from his eye. He still smiled when he said, “Kunikida sure has a great friend in you.”

“In both of us.” You leaned in for a quick peck. “Seeing as we’ll be splitting the bill.”

Dazai groaned but it didn’t sound as sincere as he would’ve liked. He pulled you in close, pouting all the while as you pretended not to notice him. He got his way this time around, it’s not like he had much to complain about. 

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 TELLING THEM THEY'RE PRETTY!

FEATURING: dazai osamu, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol

SUMMARY: telling the bsd boys that they're pretty! (wordcount: 3.5k; sfw; fem!reader)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: i had cute dividers but this won't show up in the tags if use them D: ! i had sooo much fun with this! i hope you guys enjoy! :D

DAZAI OSAMU

You can’t seem to drag your gaze away from him. 

As a long day of work comes to an end, you rest your head on your arms and lean on your desk. Kunikida is still tapping furiously away at his computer, Tanizaki and Naomi are whispering about something together, Ranpo is sorting through his candy, and Atsushi and Kyouka are looking through files. But your eyes are tracing over Dazai Osamu as he leans back in his chair, lazily spinning and bobbing his head to the music he’s listening to. 

The setting sun casts an ethereal glow over him, his lips idly turned up and his lashes brushing his cheeks as rests his eyes waiting for the day to end. Dazai Osamu is pretty—you’ve always acknowledged that—but there’s something about the peace of this moment, the domesticity of the office and the ambience of the lighting that has you utterly enraptured.

He looks so at ease, and Dazai Osamu is never at ease. Even when he throws up that clownlike mask of his and spends his day entertaining under the guise of joy and humor, you can always see the strain in the corner of his eyes and lips. It’s subtle, almost imperceptible really—if you were anyone else, you’d miss it, but you’re not anyone else, much to his displeasure, because you know he hates how easily you can see right through him.

After a few minutes, Dazai peeks his eyes open—and you’re almost breathless, because his eyes are like melted honey beneath the sunset, warm and gentle, glittering with amusement. You think you can stare at him forever and never tire of it.

He rolls his chair closer to you, resting his forearms on your desk so that your arms are brushing and laying his head down on them so that his face is mere inches from yours, matching your position. There's a smile on his lips, soft and teasing as he whispers, "You've been staring at me for five minutes."

"Mhm," you agree, voice just as quiet as if to not disturb the tranquility of the office. You can feel his breath light against your face from the proximity he's laying at and you can smell peppermint on his breath from the candy you’d seen him swipe from Ranpo’s desk earlier when the other man had gone to speak to Fukuzawa.

“Is there something on my face?” he asks playfully, dark eyes glimmering as he waits for your response.

You can tease him back and say yes, as you usually do and is probably what he expects—and you fully intend to do just that but the words that leave your lips are not that. 

“You just look really pretty today,” you say softly, watching as his eyes widen just a bit at your words, pink dusting his cheeks. 

His lips part to say something but no words leave them. He opens and closes them a few times and you marvel because Dazai must know that he’s pretty from all of the attention he gets from women, so you don’t understand why he’s so thrown off hearing you voice it out loud. You don’t think you��ve ever seen him genuinely speechless before now.

“So you don’t think i’m pretty every other day?” Dazai pushes his bottom lip out into an over-exaggerated pout, recovering swiftly from your words, though you expected nothing less from him. But you can’t help but note that his cheeks are still a bit pink and there’s something indecipherable in his eyes.

“Prettier than usual,” you amend and watch as the flush on his cheeks darkens and he instead resorts to completely burying his face in his arms with a frustrated groan.

“I am supposed to be the flirt, bella,” he complains, voice muffled by his arms as he hides his face from your view. He cannot hide the way his ears have gone bright red, and you have half a mind to reach out and tug at them

You lift your hand to your lips to hide the giggle that rises to your lips, scooching your chair a bit closer so you can knock your shoulder against his. 

“I’m not flirting,” you say. “Just stating a fact.”

He turns his head to the side, just enough so that he can give you a heavy side eye—you can only barely see the red hue coating his cheekbone. 

“Not mutually exclusive,” he says grumpily, and you lean down to press your lips against his now exposed forehead, smiling softly as his eyes instinctively flutter shut and his body relaxes as the touch.

Then, you receive a pencil to the side of your head. You yelp as your hand flies to where it had made contact with you, scowling at your assailant who is none other than Ranpo, smiling widely as he waves at you and then motions to Kunikida, who is red faced and staring at the two of you. You can’t tell if it’s in embarrassment or anger.

“Not during work hours,” he snaps, and you realize that he’s definitely embarrassed, so you share a short look with Dazai, who has regained that mischievous look in his eyes as he glances over at Kunikida and back at you.

Without saying a word, or giving any other sort of warning, he leans in to press his lips against yours. It’s a short and chaste kiss, but his lips are soft and taste of candy, and you think you might be able to kiss them forever if you get the chance.

Now you’re the one flustered, you can feel heat rising to your cheeks as you stare at Dazai, who is evidently thoroughly pleased to not be the one uncomposed if the unscrupulous grin on his lips has anything to say about it.

He tosses you a wink before rolling his chair back over to his desk, animatedly complaining about Ranpo and Kunikida being lonely and bitter and getting in the way of Dazai’s chance at true love because of it—you only roll your eyes at his dramatics, as you usually do when Dazai goes off on tangents, but it’s with much more fondness this time. 

•••

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

You are not listening to a single word that he’s saying. 

It’s a dangerous situation to be in with Fyodor Dostoevsky, you’re sure he’s noticed by now and he will be petty enough to finish his brief about his plans and your involvement and then ask you to repeat what he said, but you just can’t focus. 

He tied his hair back, you note, still quite a bit awed by the sight. There are two locks framing his face and his bangs are falling between his eyes, but the rest of his hair, which has grown a bit long in the weeks that he’s been ardently preparing for the final stages of his plan, is pulled back into a lax bun. 

He looks so casual, and Fyodor Dostoevsky never looks casual. He’s dressed in a turtleneck and loose pants as he leans back in his chair. There’s a folder resting on his lap that he’s idly flipping through and he keeps glancing up at you occasionally, pale lips flat and violet eyes disapproving, but you just nod along to his words even though you know that he knows that you’re not paying attention. 

And you think, distantly, that you probably should be paying attention because he’s talking about your upcoming mission and what you should expect from it but you figure you’ll be fine—it’s a simple infiltration mission, nothing to worry about. And you’d much rather prefer to appreciate Fyodor’s rare repose than to listen him droll on about boring topics. 

Sometimes, you think if he just kept his mouth shut all the time, he’d be perfect. But you think you’d miss his sharp-witted comments and the lengthy debates the two of you have after a few glasses of wine.

He looks extra pretty tonight, even beyond the casual hairstyle and clothes and his uncharacteristically relaxed demeanor, and you think it’s because of the way the flames of the fireplace are casting an enchanting orange and red glow over his face. It makes the violets of his eyes burn alive in a way that they usually don’t, you’re far too used to the glacial visage they take whenever he puts his attention on someone. Every time he glances up at you, you swear that you can get lost in them.

“… And you are not listening to a word that I am saying, are you?” 

Fyodor is giving you the heaviest side eye as he finally calls you out, expression unamused. His brows are furrowed and his pale skin is taut with thinly veiled irritation.

“Of course, I am,” you dismiss, waving your hand. “Infiltration mission, detective agency, get close to the tiger boy.”

Fyodor looks distinctly unimpressed by your words, brows deepening—you figure you must have spoken wrongly, you probably shouldn’t have been so indifferent, and you bite back a sigh before reaching forward to press two fingers between Fyodor’s eyebrows, as if to forcibly smooth away his annoyance.

He blinks and draws back, out of reach of your arm, and then casts you an even more irritable look.

“You’re not taking this seriously,” he accuses. “This mission will be dangerous, you’ll be at risk of being exposed every moment you are in the agency and if you are exposed-“

“Your plans will be ruined,” you finish, forcing yourself not to roll your eyes. “I kno-“

“You could be killed,” Fyodor corrected, voice cold and sharp, and you look back over to him. He looks unusually intense, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the appearance that the flames of the fireplace are giving him as they flicker dangerously across his face or if it’s because he’s that displeased with you being distracted. Either way, you find your mind drifting again because wow. “Dazai Osamu is not a man to be taken lightly. When he manages to figure out who you are and what you’re doing, we will need an immediate extraction plan.”

“Careful, Fyodor,” you drawl, watching as his violet eyes narrow briefly, “almost sounds like you care.”

Fyodor’s lips twist but he doesn’t respond. You raise your eyebrows, he looks away. Your eyes shoot open.

“You have a bigger role to play,” Fyodor finally says, but he’s no longer looking at you. “You cannot be killed yet.”

“Yet,” you repeat, amused. Fyodor’s jaw tightens, he doesn’t look at you, his eyes are trained on the fireplace to the side of the two of you and you can vaguely see the flames reflecting in his eyes, burning ardently against the familiar violet.

You lean forward again, shifting off of the couch to sit on the coffee table between the two of you so you can reach him. You reach forward to brush your knuckles against his cheek—he doesn’t move away this time, but his eyes cut to the side to watch you carefully.

You don’t say anything for a moment, absently tucking one of the locks of hair framing his face behind his ear. His hair is soft, freshly washed—for once—it smells faintly of lavender and vanilla and you wonder if he stole your conditioner.

“You look very pretty tonight, Fyodor,” you say quietly, and then smile. “It’s hard to focus when you look like this.”

The expression Fyodor directs toward you is extraordinarily blank, except for the faintest specks of pink that glare compared to the pallor of his face. 

He shakes his head, looking away from you yet again. 

“… You cause me much suffering,” he murmurs, and somehow, you know that might be the closest you might get to an admission of love from Fyodor Dostoevsky.

You smile to yourself. “And you to I,” you say, voice a bit teasing, and then you add, “Now, can you tell me again what to look out for?”

The moment is ruined. Fyodor’s eye twitches and he’s giving you that unamused look again, and you think having him repeat himself might be a mistake because now you’re even more distracted, but Fyodor sighs and starts on his lecture again so you force yourself to listen.

It takes about three minutes for him to release a sigh of utter suffering when he realizes that your eyes have glazed over yet again. 

•••

NIKOLAI GOGOL

Nikolai has a wild sort of beauty about him. He’s unpredictable and dangerous, and it’s widely apparent in his frenzied laughter and chaotic behavior. His eye glitters and his teeth gleam sharply beneath the glow of the moonlight as he waves his hands around, animatedly describing to you all of the details of the things he’s been doing while you were away. 

Fyodor’s masterplan has involved Nikolai apparently taken upon an infiltration role at the ministry of defense—you think it’s a bold move for Fyodor to use Nikolai for such a tenuous mission, but he’s apparently been having the time of his life with it. Though he thinks his boss is deplorable and one of his coworkers has evidently pissed him off beyond repair, because now he’s telling you about how he’s been ‘pranking’ the man in righteous vengeance. 

You think Nikolai’s idea of pranking varies from yours, because you’re pretty sure him using his ability to break into the man’s house constitutes a crime not a prank. But you don’t have it in you to make that distinction when he’s so excitedly telling you about how every day he’s been going into his house to move around all of his stuff and hide some of his belongings to make the man squirm. He’s succeeding outstandingly in his ambition, if the videos he’s waving in front of you have anything to say about it. 

You watch as he frantically scrolls to the next video—“this one is the best,” he claims, as he has for every video thus far. You watch with an amused smile as his dark-haired coworker steps into his apartment and nearly starts crying when he realizes that all of his stuff has been moved again, scrambling for his phone to call the police, who have—according to Nikolai—apparently already told him multiple times that there’s nothing they can do about it. The video is shaking wildly, as if the person filming can barely hold the camera straight, and you’re convinced that’s exactly what it is because you can hear Nikolai’s muffled laughter coming from recording.

Nikolai naturally finds it much funnier than you do, half-way keeling over as he wheezes, his laughter shattering the peaceful night. The two of you are sitting at a park near the apartment that Fyodor had leased for you for the duration of the Yokohama operation. The moon is high in the sky, casting a bewitching glow over the lake in front of you and there’s a chill in the air—it’s a nice night all around, you think there will probably some frost dusting the grass in the morning but the cold hardly bothers you now with Nikolai pressed to your side as he laughs himself into a near-coughing fit over his harassment of his coworker. 

“Why aren’t you laughing?” Nikolai suddenly complains loudly, scowling at you, but even then he keeps having to bite back residual laughter whenever he glances back down at his phone. “It’s funny.”

“It is funny,” you agree. Nikolai gives you a look as if he doesn’t believe you. “It is.”

“Then why aren’t you laughing?” Nikolai accuses doubtfully, and then adds, even more accusatory, “You hate me.”

You’re not sure why you aren’t laughing, honestly. Usually you’d be burying your face into his shoulder trying to smother your snickers, because even though you might not entirely agree with Nikolai’s idea of a prank, you can still find some humor in it. Because it is kind of funny. Kind of. 

But then you realize that you’re probably not laughing because you’ve been spending most of the night admiring Nikolai rather than listening to him prattle on about his escapades and watching his poorly recorded videos, so you can’t fully appreciate the humor in the videos. With his cheeks flushed from copious amounts of laughter and his eyes glowing with excitement, you think he’s very pretty tonight—Nikolai is always pretty, but the angle at which he’s sitting leaves the moon haloing behind his head, and maybe it’s just because you’ve missed him the past few weeks when you’ve been abroad dealing with a territory dispute with Tolstoy, but you think there’s something special about tonight. 

“I don’t hate you. I guess I’ve been too busy admiring you,” you finally say, a playful smile on your lips as you tilt your head to the side to look at him. “You look pretty tonight.”

Nikolai blinks, eyes wide and owlish as he processes your words. The longer he goes unresponsive, you acknowledge that a quiet Nikolai is far more unnerving than a loud and erratic Nikolai, you’d expected a more… theatrical response to your comment. A swish of his cape, him leaping to his feet with a twirl and an agreement, even just a wild laugh; instead, he looks away abruptly. He doesn’t even just look away, he physically turns his whole body away from you. 

You blink.

“Nikolai?” you ask, a bit astonished when he literally ignores you. You lean forward, trying to get a look at his face, but then he swivels around even more and your lips part in shock. “Nikolai.”

You’re only met with a face full of his soft white hair, impeccably braided, as per usual—you have half a mind to tug at it hard to try to get a response from him, but you aren’t in the mood for the lewd comment that would likely spill from his lips after. 

“Koly-“

“Poor me, poor me,” Nikolai suddenly cries loudly, “The little koshenya mocks me when all I do is try to make her laugh. Poor me, poor me.”

His hand flies to his face, melodramatic as he bemoans your alleged cruelty. You stare at him, mind trying to piece together what exactly is happening—Nikolai is always hard to predict, but you feel like this is a bit strange even for him, and that’s saying something. 

“… What?” you start to ask but Nikolai has thrown himself into a loud and theatrical tirade about how he doesn’t deserve such injustice and how he was only trying to make you laugh, and how it’s so, so cold-hearted of you to taunt him when this is the first time the two of you have seen each other in weeks. 

Nikolai is impossible to bargain with when he gets like this, so you only sigh and tilt your head up to the sky, his words flying in one ear and out the other as you wait for him to settle down on his own. 

Instead, you swear the world is against you because rather than settling down, he becomes increasingly more noisy and distressed, and his accusations become even more asinine. Now, he’s saying that you’ve always had it out for him and how you weren’t laughing at his jokes because you hate him and want to report him to the police and how he should tell Dostoy about your betrayal, or better yet, he should stuff you in his cloak and leave you there?

You side-eye Nikolai heavily as he continues on, slightly alarmed, but brush off the casual threat as just Nikolai being Nikolai. You don’t know how to shut him up, you think you might be out here all night listening to him, and now you’re the one bemoaning your fate because how did a simple compliment turn into this. 

Finally, an idea strikes. 

You brace yourself, questioning your sanity and your entire existence before you interrupt him with a loud, “Quiz time!”

Nikolai goes silent instantly, head snapping toward you, eye even wider than before. 

You think you’ve hit an all time low as you say, “Was I trying to mock you before?” Nikolai opens his mouth to respond but you cut him off before he can. “What’s that you say? I wasn’t? Ding ding! We’ve gotta winner!” 

You think Nikolai might be having an internal crisis. He’s staring at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time in his life—his lips are parted, his eye void of the usual mischief dancing in it. He looks as if he wants to say something but he doesn’t know what. 

You let out a long breath as you go to speak up again, but before you can, his eye is glittering again, sharp and dangerous, and his lips are curving up into a slow smile. 

Nikolai inhales and then he takes a complete one-eighty as he bursts into loud cackles and says, “Ahahaha! I knew you loved me!” as if he wasn’t just lamenting your irrational hatred for him moments before.

Your eye twitches. He begins a second tirade, this one far more embarrassing for you than the last. 

You regret everything.

[literatureloverx]

Random things BSD MEN would say to you / about you:

“The frills look very beautiful on you, мышка. You look like a divine being sprung from a scandalous rococo painting.”

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, age unknown, secretly drooling over his wife.

“I thought I was going to DIE without you, bella~! How could I let another second pass without your lovely presence blessed upon my very being?!”

—Dazai Osamu, 22, walked in on his girlfriend changing into another dress for the night because he couldn’t (didn’t want to) wait any longer.

“Damn. My girl is so hot.”

—Nakahara Chuuya, 22, the biggest fan of his girlfriend, dumbfounded by his lover’s beauty and currently trying to comprehend why his pants feel so tight.

“I brought you a gift! Would you like to guess what it is, dove?! Guess! What do I hold behind me?”

—Nikolai Gogol, 26, holding a bunch of white roses behind his cape, which he himself painted red with blood (his methods are questionable).

“I did not expect to see you here. What are you holding..? Oh….t—*dry silence*….thank you. It wasn’t necessary.”

—Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, 20, trying to hide the soft blush creeping upon his cheeks and ears. He finds it thoughtful and endearing *cough cough* that you’ve prepared him a bento box.

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[chuulyssa]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 !

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 — bsd men and their favourite part of you

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 — smut and fluff

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — dazai, ranpo, kunikida, chuuya, akutagawa, fyodor, nikolai, sigma x reader

𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 loves your thighs. he loves to lay his head on them and rest, drowning himself in your soft skin, away from kunikida's screams and his piling work. they are his comfort, sometimes he catches himself squeezing them when he's thinking of a new plan or contemplating his existence. he likes the feeling of your clothed thigh, and how you shake his hands away when he does it in the middle of an important meeting. but dazai is dazai, and he reminds you of that by burying his face in between your thighs for two hours straight. poor you.

𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗣𝗢 likes to slide his fingers along the curvature of your waist in his pastime. it feels awfully nice to grab you by it when you're least expecting it, and even nicer to hike your shirt higher when you're not looking. ranpo is usually an unimpressed man because he correctly guesses his way out of everything, but his pupils dilate whenever you wear tops that show your waist. it's as if you're asking him to kiss you all over the magnificent curve. keep going and he might reward you with it :)

𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗔 has been in a dilemma for long. although his ideals called for liking conventional body parts in his lover like the eyes or the lips, he is very much inclined towards the movement of your hands. just watching your fingers flex around your pen while you filled in paperwork, or the back of your hand resting on your table lazily leaves him stiff in his seat. he can't keep his eyes off your fancy nails, and he likes to pepper kisses around your knuckles when the two of you are alone.

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 thinks he can spend eternity staring at your ass. it's perfect from all angles, and even better to touch. the way his fingers dig into the plush skin make his throat go dry, and he wishes nothing more than to eat you out every single time he catches sight of your butt. he's not the best at controlling himself, but sometimes circumstances force him to, such as in battles, when you're fighting an enemy, chuuya decides to take a break and check out your ass for a few moments for good luck.

𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔 fell for you the hardest when he saw the love you held for him in your eyes. they are of the prettiest shade, he thinks. he stares into your eyes whenever you're alone, they bring tranquility to him. he feels he can be lost in them forever. there's something about watching them scrunch up when you laugh, or roll back when he's rutting into you. akutagawa likes that he can tell how you feel just by looking into your eyes. he believes it enhances trust in your relationship.

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 won't admit it, but all he ever wants to do to you in his free time is mark your neck. he's a busy man, and it's not always you two end up in bed, so nipping at your neck is one of the few things that seems as intimate to him. he loves it when you recoil under his kisses, and he loves it even more when you have to walk around with the bruises he made because you were unable to hide them. fyodor might have been a vampire in one of his lives, but you're not complaining, are you?

𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗜 buries his face into your boobs at every chance he gets. he enjoys watching your nipples harden at the slightest provocation, and he gets off watching your boobs bounce when he shakes his head into your chest. he always gives you back hugs and leaves his hands suspiciously close to them. nikolai likes to squeeze your boob and pinch your bud, cackling at the frown on your face and kissing it. he has a hand on your chest even in non-sexual moments. the feeling of your skin so vulnerable under his touch makes him high.

𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗠𝗔 thought he was in heaven when he kissed you for the time. the taste of your lips was a luxury to him, and he might have melted had you not held onto him so tightly. he wants to cherish that feeling forever, so he always gives you kisses and quick pecks whenever you're nearby. when he's stressed, he gives you a long kiss to ease it and forget. when you're stressed, he coddles you and gives you small kisses. your lips have become comfort to him. he thinks it will be nice if you were his last kiss too, just as you were his first.

[4unnyr0se]

❥ men and their office siren

warnings: fem! reader, office siren! reader, perversion, lewd thoughts, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, mentions of bondage, mentions of breeding, incredibly lewd language, hickeys

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 522

Men who fall in love with their local office siren. Their boring desk jobs become something to look forward to daily because you would be there gracing the monotonously grey cubicles with your beauty and sickenly sexy high heels.

Men who instantly got hard whenever you would walk by in your tiny little pencil skirt that barely covered your ass and those thin black stockings that looked so fucking tearable. Your perfect posture is even more elevated with those red-bottomed heels you proudly strutted around in, no doubt a gift from a previous boyfriend. Or maybe a current boyfriend. He didn’t care. There was no ring on your finger. 

Men who fantasize about fucking you at their desk when lunchtime rolls around. When the office is empty, except for the two of you. How he so longs to grab you by your skirt collar and rip it in half, the buttons of your tight blouse flying in multiple directions. He craves the feeling of your tits in his mouth and his fingers curling deep inside of you, your slutty screams rolling like honey off your tongue as you cum on his fingers like a good girl. But he isn’t finished with you, not at all. He rips the fabric of your stockings and slams his aching cock inside of you, not even bothering to use protection. He shoves all of his stupid stationery off the cheap desk, so you’re sprawled out like a slut, practically screaming as he rips you in two with his massive cock. He cums inside you over and over and over again until you’re whimpering and begging him to stop. His hand is wrapped so deliciously around your throat. His eyes are glued to his cock disappearing inside your greedy pussy.

Men who thought they would never be able to fuck their pretty office sirens until the pretty little thing shows up drunk at his doorstep one day, still in your work clothes. He wastes no time in throwing you onto his bed and tying your pretty wrists above your head so you can’t run anywhere. Who ruins you while you’re still in your pencil skirt, littering your neck with hickeys that would be impossible to cover up. Men who can’t stop spewing filth from their lips as they fuck you so desperately, and you take it so gladly.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum again inside of you. You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you, princess? Oh, such a good little fucking slut you are, taking all my fucking cum. It’s gonna be leaking out of you for weeks.”

“You dress like such a fucking slut every single day, it’s only fair that I fuck you like one. Clenching around my cock like a slut, yeah? Don’t worry, pretty girl. I won’t stop fucking you until you pass out.”

“Fucking take it, fuck! Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Getting fucked by your coworker with those heels still on your feet? I should take a picture and email it to everyone; show them what a slut you’re being. Maybe someone will wanna come over and get his fill, hm?”

KENTO NANAMI, timeskip! tetsuro kuroo, shiu kong, doppo kunikida, SHOTA AIZAWA, timeskip! daichi sawamura, timeskip! keiji akaashi, choso kamo, RANPO EDOGAWA, loid forger

[tmrajax]

sugar daddies who buy them and their babies matching red bottoms.

laying on his pristine black leather couch scrolling on your phone with your legs hoisted up on his lap, his pretty hands massaging your feet, you make a comment of how cute you think couples who match shoes are, and he goes all out with it. humming a little with a nod of agreement before immediately going to safari and looking up christian louboutin and purchasing the both of you a pair. letting out a small chuckle when you make a follow up comment on how you two should get matching converse. “sure sweetheart.”

seeing the way a cute little smile plasters itself on your face when he says he got the two of you a matching present days later, sitting you down atop the lavish dining room table and telling you to close your eyes as he gets the box, allowing you to open your eyes once he opens the box and grabs the first heel out, kneeling down and grabbing your foot between his long fingers gently placing the shoe on your pretty foot.

kissing up your legs as he puts the second heel on your other foot, commenting about how gorgeous you make them look, and about how cute the two of you are going to be wearing your matching shoes.

GOJO, geto, TOMURA, DABI, bakugou, HAWKS, CHUUYA, FYODOR, pm dazai, mori, tachihara, giyuu

[whatyousae]

sometimes he wonders how did he get so lucky, all the nights he stayed awake to admire your face under the moonlight glow. all the times he thanked the gods for giving him the love of his life.

how he swore he will become the person who will accompany you through your sickness and wealth, to become the father of the children you'll have in the future. pinky swearing with you even if it seems silly to him.

then why couldn't he move? you're bleeding in front of him yet he couldn't do anything. legs staying in place as he watches the light in your eyes disappear, he could have done something. he promised that he would protect you whenever.

then why are you gone? he promised, he pinky swore with you. a simple promise that he couldn't even keep. all those memories of your laugh that were the music he always wanted to hear, or the smile you always wore even in the darkest times.

or how he blames the gods for taking you away from him so early, he was there yet he couldn't do anything to prevent your fate. maybe if he continued to pray to the gods begging them to give you back it will finally become true.

he is one of the strongest isn't he? then why couldn't he save the person he deeply cherished?

demon slayer: TOMIOKA GIYUU, shinazugawa sanemi, iguro obanai, akaza, KAMADO TANJIRO

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[oikasugayama]

YOU CATCH HIM M@STURBAT!NG

NSFW, for adults ONLY, MDNI or I'll block you. No idea how many parts this will be. Let me know which BSD men you want to see ;)

pt. 1 Fyodor, Poe, Chuuya | pt. 2 Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Dazai | pt. 3 Ranpo, Akutagawa, Ango | pt. 4 Sigma, Mori, Tetcho | pt. 5 (finale) Atsushi, Nikolai

Fyodor

Walking in on him touching himself is REALLY surprising because he doesn't seem the type to masturbate, in your mind. You straight up couldn't imagine him touching himself until the very second you walked into his office and saw his bottoms around his ankles, his top hiked up around his chest, and his hand furiously pumping over his pale dick.

His head is thrown back, eyes closed, mouth lazily hanging open. You've never seen so much skin on him before. He's PALE pale which makes the brightness of his mouth and tongue and the tip of his cock seem so much brighter.

"oh love, yes, yesss" he moans, and your whole body flushes red with embarrassment and arousal at the same time. You shouldn't be seeing this but you're having a hell of a time turning away from him. You need to leave the room. You need to go. You need to turn around.

"y/n," he purrs, tilting his head and opening his eyes half-way, looking so fucked out and erotic. "do you like what you see?"

You can't formulate an answer, you're standing in the doorway short circuiting, trying to make words but only noises come out

"since you're standing there I thought you might be interested," he says as slow and calm as ever. Even jerking himself off his voice doesn't hitch or raise or speed up and it's honestly really hot right now. "Care to join me?"

"i-i, um... I'm really s-sorry, f...fyodor."

He moans softly biting his lip while still staring straight at you.

"say it again," he purrs. "say my name."

"fyodor..."

"again," he moans, hand working faster.

"Fyodor."

you walk in and close the door behind you.

Poe

You two scheduled a hang-out at his place but despite how many times you knocked on the door, he wouldn't answer...so you try the doorknob, and hey, it's unlocked! You've been to his place many times, you don't mind letting yourself in and don't suspect he'll mind either.

After you put your stuff down and take off your shoes, you register a quiet noise coming from a different room. you sneak closer and realize two things: it's crying, and it's coming from poe's bedroom

you open the door and rush in without thinking. "poe! what's wrong, why are you-- OH FUCK"

you rushed right into him kneeling at the edge of his bed, bouncing on a dildo and not crying, whimpering, moaning.

he calls your name and you can't tell if he meant to moan it but he absolutely moans it and he sounds like a wreck and he looks pathetic and fucked out, and you feel it when he says your name.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been this, I'm gonna go home--" you say, turning and rushing out of his room. he calls your name after you, multiple times, moaning and moaning and moaning--

you sink down against his front door, still slightly able to hear the sounds of him moaning and whining from his room. you're so horny now, absolutely drenched through your panties/rock hard in your pants. You know you should leave, you know you shouldn't still be here, but he never told you to go, he just kept saying your name...

a few minutes later, after the noises have subsided and the apartment has gotten deadly quiet, his bedroom door creaks open and he slowly peeks his head out. he must be crawling still because he's near the floor.

"[y/n]," he sighs, "I didn't want you to find out like this."

it takes you a second to collect yourself, but you manage to ask "find what out?"

"that i... i think about you... a lot..."

Chuuya

you're on a PM mission with chuuya and several other PM members. you've got to share a room with chuuya, but at least you have separate beds. it's fine. it's whatever. until.

until you wake up one morning--the clock on the bedside table saying it's only 6:23 a.m.--to the sound of a rhythmic slapping, some occasional huffs, a-- a moan?

you sit upright in bed quickly, your head turning toward chuuya's bed.

"are you fucking serious?"

"what" he huffs, and through the tiny bit of daylight creeping through the curtains you can see movement beneath his sheets.

"are you jerking off right now? dude we're sharing a fucking room."

"you were asleep," he says defensively. "not like you noticed yesterday."

"dude!!!"

"get over it, it's fuckin' natural," he says and his voice is getting tight and higher almost like he's biting back a moan or getting close to cumming.

"it's disrespectful when you have someone in the same room, chuuya," you say softer, subconsciously still trying to hear the sounds he's making. you're embarrassed at how intrigued you are

"i'm not stopping you," he says. "you can jerk it too for all i care."

"to what... to you jerking it?"

you can almost hear the smirk in his voice when he says "I never said anything about that, so you thought that up all on your own. is that what you're into, pet?"