#bungo stray dogs mori

[scaredpigeons]

A debt, repaid.

If you’d like, please read the sequel, A debt, recurrent.

BSD Ogai Mori x fem!reader

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Authors note: I do not under any circumstances condone the actions of this character. But I’ve realized that being able to interact with things that have caused me trauma in a fictional and safe space makes me incredibly horny. He’s so icky. And I’m so uncomfortably horny for him.

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: after he saves your life, you decide to offer the boss of the port mafia something he can’t refuse.

CW: consensual seggs, reader wears Lolita style outfit—but thats as far as I take it with that. Calls Mori a pervert a bunch. Oral over the panties, heavy on the dirty talk, groping. Reader is described as smaller than Mori, use of nicknames (darling, little one, pet.) pussyjob, cumming on the v and panties, just general nasty shit. Please read responsibly.

The leader of the port mafia doesn’t often enter his bedroom to find surprises. He prefers things to be well within his control, and you were far beyond it, much to his simultaneous pleasure and displeasure. 

“I—“ he starts, not expecting you to be sitting in his bed, not expecting you to be wearing… that. 

“Before you even start,” you cut him off. “If you take this too far, say some nasty perverted shit like I know you want to, I’ll leave immediately, but not before kicking you in the balls for good measure, boss or not.” 

He looks at you, dressed in a puffy pink dress— far too short with many frills and bows. His eyes wandered to your legs, tucked up under you and squeezed into stockings that ended at mid thigh, the lace white and delicate. Your hair was— oh your hair was in pigtails, with pretty pink bows and he knew exactly what you were trying to do. 

“What is it you’re doing, exactly?” He asks anyway, teasing you. 

You had the gall to look embarrassed, and he found himself thinking that you would look rather innocent and demure if it weren’t for that mouth of yours. 

“You… I hate owing favors to people, and I still haven’t repaid you for saving my life.” You looked down at your hands, twiddling with a frill on your dress, and oh, how he wanted to ruin you. 

“But what do you give the man who has everything when you have nothing?” You said, a bit smaller than before. You were shrinking. It seemed you thought he was displeased. 

“Yes, what do you give the man who has everything?” He stepped closer to the bed, removing his coat before throwing it on the chair beside him. “You decided on offering up… yourself?” 

You flinched, shrinking in on yourself once more and balling your hands into little fists. 

“Listen, I know I’m a little old for your preferences, you fucking pervert, but this is all I could—“ 

He cuts you off with a hand to your chin, and he marvels at how your eyes glisten, wide with confusion as he smiles down at you. 

“Assumptions, assumptions.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth at you, shaking his head. His thumb trails up against your bottom lip, loving the smear of the gloss you applied there. 

“Such fire for such a tiny little thing. Even in the face of exorbitant danger, you’re still letting such filthy words spill from such a pretty little mouth.” 

He tilted your head up, making the curve of your throat available to his gaze. 

“Yes. This will do very nicely, how thoughtful of you to cater to my perversion.” 

He’s mocking you, and from the sight of your face reddening, you’re very aware of that fact. 

“Well? What did you have planned, pet?” He asks, tilting his head with a devilish smile. 

You mumbled, unable to meet his gaze. Oh, how he loved how shy you were getting now that your actions were finally catching up to you. 

“Hmm? Speak up, little one.” 

“I was going to offer to… suck you off. I guess.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“How impersonal, darling. And here I thought you wanted to repay me?” 

You gawked, trying to rip your head from his grasp. 

“Listen, asshole. I think that’s more than enough to—“ you yelped as he tackled you to the bed, pulling you on top of him and making you straddle his chest in what felt like one smooth motion. 

You squeaked, flushing even darker as he ran his hands up your thighs, pushing up the dress and smoothing his hands around your waist as he squeezed, smiling up at you. 

“M-mori, I—“ 

“Do humor a perverted old man, won't you?” He leans forwards, making you squirm as he brings his face to the apex of your thighs, taking a deep inhale against the lace covering your core. “Ah, how I love the look of lace on your skin, little one.” 

He licks along the fabric, making you bite down on your lip to silence yourself as he fondled you. You’d come into this expecting to get him off and leave, owing him nothing. 

But this? 

“B-boss.” 

He looks up at you, eyes twinkling in the moonlight streaming through the curtains. You thought he looked more youthful in this moment, something was brighter in his eyes. It scared and aroused you at the same time. 

But then his smirk was back, and the lines around his eyes grew more prominent, and you were once again reminded that this man was likely old enough to have fathered you. 

“Say my name again, pet. Not my title. I thought we decided to take a more personal approach?”” 

“M-mori.” You whimpered as he ran his nose along the fabric covering your clit. This fucker was hitting every sensitive spot without giving them the attention they were crying out for, and you were afraid that you were going to soak through your panties and embarrass yourself. 

He licks the fabric then, making you keen and writhe in his grasp. He lets you suffer with the muted stimulation and pushes deeper, tonging along your covered core with vigor. 

You squirm, grabbing at his wrists in an attempt to steady yourself, but he just flips you over, now hovering above you. 

He wraps his hands gently around your throat, not squeezing, but it's a jarring reminder of just who this man is, what he’s capable of. 

“Shall I continue, little one?” He smirks, so cocky, so egotistical you want to kick him. 

But god, if you aren’t wet. 

You nod, unable to meet his eyes. 

He squeezes his hands slightly, leaning more of his weight into them. 

“Say it.” He demands, still smiling. 

You feel like you want to deny him, want to kick and scream and tell him to fuck off, but you can’t. Strangely, you’re enjoying this, enjoying being under him, enjoying the look in his eyes. 

He saved your life, you owed him, but this suddenly felt like much more than the repaying of a life debt. 

“Please,” you whispered as you met his eyes. “Keep… keep going.” 

“And spoken so politely, too.” Mori said, taking his hands away from your throat. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying yourself.” 

You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest. 

“Keep pouting like that and I’ll find better use for those lips.” He said, sounding stern enough to have a tinge of fear course down your spine. 

He pulled your arms away, leaning down over you to pull on the bodice of your dress, mouthing at your neck. 

“So obedient,” he said, moving to your collarbones, tugging the dress down further to expose the swell of your breasts. “So charming. You make such a good pet. So entertaining for me.” 

You squirmed as your breasts popped free from the offending fabric, and his hot mouth came to claim them. 

He continued to tease you as he suckled on your taut nipples, making you moan and writhe in his hands. 

“You know, I’m glad I was the one who found you, who killed those men who were holding you captive.” He said between nibbles and sucks. “I got to see the satisfaction in your eyes as my scalpel cut into their throats.”

“Boss, please—“ 

He moved lower, kissing over the fabric of your pretty little dress. Over your stomach, down to your thighs, kissing the skin that was popping out from those tight, tight stockings. 

“And I hate to think how wasted your kindness would be if it were one of my subordinates who saved you,” he smirked, licking the hemline of your lace panties as he stared up at you, holding your gaze. “Would you have repaid them the same way? If it were Chuuya? What about Akutagawa? What about the lower ranking scraps of the mafia? Would you be so kind to them, too?” 

“No!” You shook your head, finally, finally starting to fall into the headspace he had been pushing you towards. He could see the tears forming in your eyes and he so desperately wanted to lick them up. “No, no. It’s just…” 

“Just… just what?” He hovered over your core, eyeing you darkly, watching you slip and fall. 

“Just… just you, just for you, sir.” 

He smiled, exhaling deeply against you. “Just for me.” 

He pulled back suddenly, making you whine as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it off the bed. 

“What is it, darling? What do you need from me?” He teased, wanting to see how far you’d go. 

Much to his pleasure, you lifted your dress further, your thighs squirming and rubbing together so lusciously that he caught himself licking his lips like an animal. 

“Please… sir. Please touch me.” You sounded so small, so broken with desire and it stoked the fire burning inside him. 

He unbuckled his belt, watching your eyes follow the movement as he pulled himself free, stroking along his length as he watched you.

“I’ll give you what you want, darling. Don’t worry.” 

You squeaked as he brought a hand down to lift your panties, shifting forward to run his cock along your folds as he let the fabric fall back down to cover the both of you, though with his size, it only really covered part of him. 

He threw his head back a bit as he thrusted himself along you, feeling your wetness coat the bottom of him, while the lace of your panties rubbed against the rest. 

You moaned so unabashedly as he pushed the hot head of his cock through your folds, running delicious pressure against your clit. 

“There you go,” he breathed. “Such a good girl for me. So soft.” 

You squirmed, but he could tell you were doing your best to stay as still as possible. He hoisted your legs up, still fucking along the outside of you without reservation, thoroughly enjoying himself despite not being inside you yet. 

“M-Mori- its,” you choked, eyes blowing wide. “I’m gonna—“

“So pent up that you’re already there, pet?” He smirked, watching your eyes roll back as he kept the pressure, kept running his thick cock against you. 

And you came, oh did you ever cum. He watched as your body twitched and writhed, and he had to hold your legs tighter to keep you from slipping away. 

You moaned without shame now, crying out to him in your pleasure as he just kept going. 

“Good girl, so good. Keep taking it.” He could feel himself getting closer, the dual sensations of your slick folds and the lace panties were just too much, the visuals of you beneath him like this were too much. 

“Look at you,” he said rather breathlessly. Your hair was mussed, dress bunched below your tits and above your stomach, the white lace doing nothing against the wetness the both of you had created. You looked good enough to devour. 

“I’m going to cum all over this little pussy, all over these pretty little panties, and you’re going to sit in them while I decide what else I’m going to do with you.” 

You whined as his thrusts stuttered. 

“Oh yes. I'm far from done with you,” he breathed, leaning closer as he neared the edge. “So fucking good, so good for me.” 

You keened, another smaller, duller orgasm overtaking your shaking frame. That was what threw him over the edge, and he pulled back, lifting up the lace to stroke himself all over your wet folds, painting them in white. 

You twitched as he finished, body jolting in the aftershocks as he placed the panties back down over you, smearing his mess along the lace. 

“Wait here a moment, darling.” He said, pulling his belt free and tucking himself back into his pants. “I’ll go get us some water.” 

“You’re… not gonna get a cloth?” You mumbled, still in a daze. 

“Whatever for?” He said, standing from the bed. 

“To, you know, clean me up?” 

He smiled brightly, tilting his head and closing his eyes in what was surely a mocking gesture. 

“Certainly not. I told you, you’re going to sit there while I decide what comes next.” 

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The sequel piece, A debt, recurrent is now available. Dark content warning. Enjoy!

[nomorepinkcigarettes]

i'm a whore for mori.

[rosesanddracula]

OKAY PEOPLE, LISTEN TO ME

When I say Fukuzawa and Mori are TV Girl coded, I don't mean their clothing or their dynamic. JUST LOOK AT THEIR EYES.

LIKE-

TV GIRL MENTIONED.

I'm going to draw Fukuzawa and Mori like the TV Girl album. Please make edits of them on tv girl music, I'm so bad at editing 😞

[multi-babii]

okay but do we really think that mori would want dazai back in the pm?? like if you think about it, he knows that dazai is most likely gonna kill him especially if he forces him back into his orbit.

idk it's something that has been on my mind since the debate started

[killmebabyonemoretime]

Crappy but i love it

@leaderofthemafia

[rainy-thunderstorm]

This is very uncanon but funny

I love shipping Fukumori BUT when it's the "mini presidents trio" (Elise, Dazai, and Ranpo)

[I gave that trio that name because dazai was once the demon prodigy, Elise is very close to Mori being his ability, and Ranpo is very close to fukuzawa]

But I love just imagining the mini presidents pulling out mori's most embarrassing moments in front of fukuzawa, making Mori pale in embarrassment. And fukuzawa, is secretly entertained whenever it happens.

Like, for example!

\Mori and Fukuzawa are currently having a meeting, like usual, except the mini presidents had something up their sleeves, and begin humming a very cringy heartbreak song. Fukuzawa is slightly confused by it but pays no mind to it. Meanwhile Mori immediately recognized that song, and pales in embarrassment while trying to keep a cool expression./

[I like imagining that after fukuzawa and Mori's falling out, Mori acted like it was a breakup, and went through a whole emo phase. and Elise watched all of it and recorded all of it, and teases Mori about it to this day.]

[iwanttohugsigma]

Chuuya: *talking to Dazai on the phone* Stop fucking with Fyodor, he may end up catching you.

Dazai: It’s fine. Besides it’s fun fucking with the rat.

Mori: *walks up to Chuuya* Chuuya there you are. You said you had something to tell me?

Chuuya: I hope you like anal asshole because that’s what’s about to happen to you!

Mori: *panicked* Chuuya!?

(If you want to know this was a story from an old friend. Makes me laugh to this day)

~Kira~

[ashieeeesh]

Theory on The day i picked up dazai. Idk spoiler plot?

I feel like the reason why dazai just gives out the information on the poker game is because he knows that odasaku will join in the end of that abduction. Dazai literally said that odasaku's place is a grey area Like i think it was mori's idea to recuit oda like why would dazai go all that trouble and somewhere along the way oda just lit smt inside of dazai that made dazai attached to him so he didn't mind him doing all that crap

Also, I felt like the reason why dazai on the SIDE B was so emotionless is to not let oda come close to him and push him away from him

I am physically unwell

But that's just my theory 😭😭

[melluvsuu]

hello, go argue with the wall. mori is not pedo, he got mistranslated as pedo and the actual author is asexual. open ur minds pookie

also asagai is a lolicon 😋✌️

[l1ttlerat]

Mori Ōgai alphabet — B

Birthdays:

On your birthday Mori takes you shopping wherever you want and buys whatever you want — no limitations. After that he will take you to a 5 star restaurant and lets you order anything, it's your birthday after all. And if you thought that was all, no. He has a bouquet of red roses with hand-written birthday card waiting for you on your bed, box of chocolates to go with them, ofcourse.

[thateldribitch]

Vita Sexualis

Okay, I just came up with an interesting theory about Vita Sexualis. There's a good portion of the fandom that reduces it down to "Mori is a pedo," but what if the idea of a child representing his sexuality is not based on what he's attracted to?

What if, instead, Vita Sexualis represents how he views his sexuality. It's a child because he represses it in favor of accomplishing his goals. There's no room for love and loving relationships in the Mafia, or in the army--according to Mori, anyway.

Mori feels more comfortable expressing sides of himself with Elise--not as a weird sexual ((very illegal and immoral)) thing, but as a way to let go and be himself. Elise, instead, is his wish to be open and to love, something he's buried deep, deep down. So he treats her like a child and spoils her in a weird sense of... self care, I guess? It may not even be conscious.

What made me think of this? The episode of Wan where they're trying to figure out a body double for Mori. Elise drools over Hirotsu in a Mori costume. Brain went: Haha Elise has a crush, wait Elise is part of Mori, does that mean Mori likes how Hirotsu looks-- is Mori attracted to Hirotsu?

And here we are.

Anyway, through Elise, he can express his attraction. Elise drools over Hirotsu. Mori is gay as hell.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[ratsupremacyisreal]

❥･•𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓲

▸𝙱𝚂𝙳 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟻, 𝙴𝚙.𝟺

✧·····················*﹡❋ ❋ ❋﹡*·····················✧

[rosesanddracula]

I have so many Mori headcanons, so I decided to share 5 with you. I'm just pointing out that I imagine a Mori who is not weird like in the manga, in a universe where he would be nice and Elise would be his daughter, so no hate please.

1. First, I like to think that he is goth and that his favorite band is the cure (it's a bit cliché but shhh) // (wtf, cliché in English is really spelled like that? I don't really speak English well, I use a translator, so sorry if some sentences don't make sense)

2. I think he has some piercings...like A LOT of piercings ( I imagine him with a tongue piercing, one in the eyebrow, snake bites, many in the ears, bridge, septum and one in the n!ppl€ ) // ( idk if I should censor this word or not )

3. I think he plays guitar and violin, and has a red electric guitar

4. his favorite music is "Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want" by The Smiths

5. he loves space, planets and all that, the planetarium is one of his favorite places (if you ship fukumori, I think Fukuzawa could CLEARLY take Mori to the planetarium). He also really likes films, I think he's really passionate about cinema, and he really likes Tarantino films.

(Et s'il y a des français qui veulent avoir les headcanon en français, hésitez pas à me le dire)

little pastel drawing btw, because I love pastel

[tomsawyer-but-transgender]

Mori ougai as zhongli....

[little-blurry-stars5]

scientists will look at any panel of mori and go "what deep sea creature is this"

[thelowlysatsuma]

chuuya: yeah okay so dazai is in prison

mori, without hesi-fucking-tation: