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nanna-mi · 1 year ago
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I feel like I'm dating Osamu, but make him a cocky setter
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soukokuchild · 1 month ago
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I need to write a fic where the Inarizaki members hang out together and they randomly start to pretend Aran is a famous influencer or something like that. They start to say shit out loud like "guys, isn't he that guy from...?" "omg it's really him" "can we take a picture together?" (suna's suggestion) to get people's attention and take picture by turns. Unsurprisingly that shit works because random people of all ages approach them and ask Aran for a picture. Aran is too stunned to speak because what the hell did just happen while Atsumu and Rintarou are almost rolling on the floor laughing, Osamu pretends he doesn't know them anymore, Ginjima is regretting his life choices and Kita is talking about the influence of social medias with a couple of elders.
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gemkun · 1 year ago
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@yeonban said: i wish you would just look at me for two seconds. / Ango to Dazai... perhaps before they patched things up enough to start working together again after... you know. 😔 ↬ "CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?"
      ⸻       if   that   is   what   sakaguchi   ango   desires   ,   then   that   is   what   dazai   will   generously   bestow   on   him.   ❛   well   ,   what   now   ?   ❜   his   gaze   posits.   unflinching.   unfeeling.   accusatory.   a   typhoon   of   thoughts   muster   in   the   back   of   his   mind   ;   stirring   and   eddying   until   there   is   room   for   only   questions   upon   questions   (   why   ?   why   ?   why   ?   ).   tumbling   in   of   itself   ,   swelling   until   it   is   all   —   consuming   ,   devouring   at   every   crevice   and   rendering   any   thought   process   that   possessed   rationality   as   void.
  he   is   not   the   same   boy   as   he   once   was   ,   nor   is   his   companion   (   can   he   even   call   him   that   )   who   stations   himself   in   their   bar.   respect   is   all   that   prevents   the   defected   from   proverbial   lacerations   ,   from   summoning   violence   ,   from   —
  he   has   granted   him   his   mere   seconds.   and   turns   once   more   to   become   a   slave   to   his   drink.   only   in   these   precious   flavours   that   grace   his   tongue   ,   is   he   reminded   of   earlier   days   —   when   a   deck   of   cards   had   become   more   than   just   a   gambling   token   ,   when   a   pastime   had   opened   into   a   sanctuary   for   three   —   before   the   sinking   reality   dawns   on   him.   for   it   is   a   time   ,   long   gone   now.
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  ice   clinks.   ❝   i   hope   ango   isn’t   planning   on   begging   for   my   forgiveness.   after   all   ,   if   he’s   smart   enough   ,   he   won't   say   another   word.   ❞   he   smiles   ,   wearing   the   sheen   of   his   glass   ,   tipped   with   the   fine   edge   of   a   blade.   ❝   unless   he   really   wants   to   make   me   mad.   ❞
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cvntydazai · 5 months ago
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the regulars
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you catch the eye of two regulars that come to the diner you work at
pairing; dazai osamu x fem!reader x chuuya nakahara
word count; 3.6k
content warning; nsfw (minors do not interact!), threesome, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of suicide (it’s dazai obv), degrading (dazai calls reader a slut), lowkey meandom!dazai, softdom!chuuya, oral sex (m&f receiving), backshots.., reader is held hostage (not by dazai or chuuya), cursing, unedited writing, probably a lot more
authors note; my first post on here! i’m pretty proud of this!
the diner was almost quiet in the mornings, very few customers and even fewer employees were present. it was usually just yourself and the cook until around noon when the lunch rush hit, but that was okay with you.
it allowed you catch up with whatever hobby you had going on at that moment, this time it was crocheting. whatever online forum that promised you it was easy was lying, you could barely finish the small square you had started.
just as you were beginning to grow frustrated you heard the familiar ding of the diner’s door, alerting you of a customer.
the brown haired man was sopping wet, a dreary gaze in his eyes as he shuffled to an empty table and awaited your service. you jumped to, notepad and pencil already in hand as you approached him.
“i don’t recall rain being on today’s forecast.” your weak attempt at a joke flew over his head entirely.
“oh, it’s not raining. i was trying to die in the river.” the confession didn’t surprise you as much as it should have.
there was talk of a man who was always spotted trying to drown himself, you assumed it was rumors.
“hmm, didn’t seem to work out.” it was the only response you could muster for the bizarre statement.
he opened his mouth to respond but as he lifted his eyes to meet yours he stopped, mouth agape and eyes wide like he had a groundbreaking revelation upon catching your eyes. you cleared your throat, cheeks growing warm from his staring.
“i didn’t realize i was in the presence of someone so beautiful. how rude of me not to greet you with the respect you deserve.” a cheap compliment, but his confidence when saying it was cute.
“what can i get you?” you changed the subject, tapping your pencil to your notebook.
“your number, if it’s available.” with rolled eyes you sighed, he overdid it now.
“let’s start off with your drink, what can i get you?” with a bit more push you questioned him.
“whatever type of whiskey you have.” you hummed, quickly scribbling down his drink and scurrying off to grab it.
when you went to the back the line cook was there prepping for lunch, he only greeted you with a small smile.
his eyes widened when he saw the whiskey you were pouring into a glass.
“a bit early for that, isn’t it?” you snorted.
“it’s for a customer.” he didn’t continue but you could feel his judging gaze.
after delivering the odd man his drink and a bit more bickering you got him to finally order something. just as he was leaving the restaurant got busy so you didn’t have time to wave him goodbye before he was out the door. and that was it, you expected to never see him again.
your shift was usually from open to close, so you swallowed your odd interaction you had that morning and continued on with your day. you got through the lunch and dinner rush without issue and now it was just you and the closing cook.
this was a normal day for you, working long hours and making poor pay. the tips were nice, but did they make up for all the rude customers you face on a daily basis?
you hear the ding of door, it’s ring echoing through the empty restaurant. with 45 minutes until close you wanted to tell whoever was there to leave, but your moral compass fought back with you.
a short man wearing a long coat and a strange looking hat. he was alone, you were thankful for that. you didn’t need a large party right before close.
when he sat down you finally approached him.
“hello, what can i get for you?” he didn’t look up at you, his eyes still scanning the menu.
“just a beer.” a strange request to ask at such hour, especially with a bar being just a couple of blogs down the street. you didn’t voice these thoughts with your customer and instead went to fetch his drink.
when you returned you saw that he was writing down notes in a notebook that he quickly pushed away when he noticed you looming over him. you smiled, setting down the drink and also taking a seat directly across from the stranger.
he shot you a strange look, one that held a mix of curiosity and annoyance.
“we close soon, thought i’d keep ya company.” he scoffed.
“how generous.” laced with sarcasm but there was a small smile playing on his lips.
you two talked for only a little bit, you asked him about what he was writing but he mentioned that it was classified, having something to do with his job that he wouldn’t reveal. eventually you both had to go home as the restaurant was closing. you were surprised by just how fast the time had come and gone when talking to the stranger
“i can walk you home, if you want me to.” he offered, to which you smiled.
“i’m gonna catch the late night bus, but thank you mr..”
“you can just call me chuuya, it’s nice to meet you y/n.” he said, his eyes trained on your nametag.
and then you parted ways, that was what you assumed to be the last of him.
thoughts of the two strange men you met today danced around in your head until you finally succumbed to the exhaustion of the day, the exhaustion that would follow you into the morning for another shift.
the very next day, your next shift you were surprised to see the brunette from the last morning. he waved, noticeably brighter this time around.
“goodmorning!” he yelled, motioning for you to come over.
you complied as he took your hands and sat you down beside him. with little shame he flirted, his mouth moving so fast you could barely keep up. you were able to introduce yourself to him and he did the same, he revealed that his name was dazai.
“would you do me the honor of committing a double suicide with me?” he asked for the millionth time, his bandaged hands snaking up your wrists to hold you tenderly.
“you’re cute, but no.” and with that you shook him off, his hands flying back dramatically.
he stuck around for a bit longer, you made sure he had enough whiskey to keep him busy. sometimes you would catch his gaze as you worked and he’d flash you a pretty smile.
but the times when you would look and he wasn’t staring he’d usually be rubbing his finger around the rim of the glass with his other hand supporting his resting head as he stared out the window in deep thought. you couldn’t help but admire the man, he was attractive.
and just like yesterday he left during lunch rush and your day continued on. and into the night you would encounter yet another familiar face.
chuuya sat in the same spot as he did last night, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for you to approach him.
“seems like i have two new regulars.” you muttered under your breath as you made your way to him.
he ordered just a beer again and you once again sat down in front of him to chat. you were lucky he came in so close to closing so you usually weren’t even busy.
you chatted for a bit and then, just like yesterday you both got up to leave and he offered again to walk you home. you would just take the bus again.
this routine of your morning regular and your night regular became an almost everyday thing. sometimes one of them wouldn’t show and it worried you but they always showed up again the next day.
you got to know the two of them well, it occurred to you one day just how different they were from eachother. the only similarity was their love for booze, and how much of it they could drink.
somewhere down the line of this routine you started to catch crushes on both men. how scandalous, you thought to yourself. two men practically drinking themselves to death and you were swooning over both of them. who could blame you when they both gave you that certain look. chuuya more subtle than dazai by a long shot, but the ‘fuck me’ eyes they both gave you didn’t lie.
you shook your head, you shouldn’t be thinking these things about strangers that you barely knew. they were just customers, and that’s all they ever would be.
little did you know, they were both thinking the same thoughts about you. dazai hadn’t been able to keep you out of his head since the very first day you two met, for once he was glad his attempt at suicide failed him because it meant meeting you. chuuya was in the same predicament, he never planned on meeting you but once you hooked him in he couldn’t escape.
the pretty diner girl that has two very dangerous men roped in her smile.
when dazai came in the morning to the diner he was expecting to see you there, smiling and waiting patiently as always, but instead in your place was another waitress. he frowned, sitting down in his usual seat.
when the unfamiliar waitress walked to his table he immediately questioned her,
“where’s y/n? this isn’t usually her off day.” she seemed caught off guard, clearing her throat awkwardly.
“i’m sorry, i don’t know. she didn’t show up for her shift so i was called in, the owner tried calling her but she didn’t pick up.” something felt wrong, he felt it in his bones.
he excused himself, muttering something about only wanting to be served by you. just as he was standing his eyes caught a piece of paper hidden between the ketchup and mustard bottle that were displayed next to the menus on the table.
he took the folded up note and quietly exited the diner.
chuuya would experience the same oddity at a later time that day. he saw a different waitress and spotted the note.
and the note read that they were to both be at a specific location at a specific time.
said location was that of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. it would occasionally be put on dazai’s radar if he was looking out for stolen goods or missing people but for the most part no one paid attention to it.
dazai arrived early, surprised to see a particular short man already at the entrance of the warehouse.
“what the hell are you doing here, dazai?” chuuya interrogated first, his voice on edge.
“i could ask you the same thing.” dazai shot back, a pout on his lips.
at first dazai suspected chuuya was behind this, but when chuuya explained your description and that he was looking for you he understood almost instantly.
“someone must have been watching us, found the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.” chuuya spoke, dazai humming in agreement.
“well, if i’m stuck with you at least be useful.” dazai said, walking ahead into the entrance of the warehouse with a shouting ginger following behind him.
the exterior looked better than the interior. old construction equipment everywhere with strange stains covering the walls and floors, it was definitely abandoned.
chuuya worried for you, not because he feared that you were hurt but because this place reeked. he could hardly imagine you being here, sitting somewhere in a cold dark corner with a dangerous person holding you hostage.
“someone’s got a lot of nerve to target her..” chuuya mumbled to no one in particular.
“they do, which is why we’re going to take care of whoever did this and get my woman back.” dazai responded, keeping his eyes peered for any signs of you.
“your woman? in your dreams!” chuuya let out a loud laugh that he hushed immediately after hearing what sounded like a cry coming from deeper in the warehouse.
both men sprinted forward, stopping once met with the sight of you chained to the floor with a man peering over you.
he turned to dazai and chuuya, a wide grin on his face.
you could barely see the scene before you, your head fuzzy from whatever the stranger had hit you with to knock you out. you barely remember how it happened, you only recall waking up in the dark with the man who abducted you.
just like before, everything was fading to black, this time your mind at peace now that you knew help was here. you didn’t know if it was the police or whoever, you didn’t care. just being content that someone came for you, you let the darkness consume you.
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when you came to you saw dazai and chuuya standing over you, yet to see you were awake.
“don’t try to wake her up, she’s clearly exhausted, dazai. let her wake up on her own.” you heard chuuya’s voice along with a sigh from dazai.
“i just want to make sure she’s okay. especially after you carried her around like she was a damn ragdoll.” the brunette muttered.
“what else was i supposed to do? sit there and let that guy shoot at us?” you groaned, the loud noises not settling well on your ears.
everything went silent. both men stared down at you expectantly. you sat upright, wiping your eyes.
“dazai? chuuya? you two know eachother?” it was all you could muster, it made dazai grin.
“unfortunately.” chuuya mumbled, shoving away the arm dazai was trying to lay across his shoulder.
“i’ve got to say y/n, i’m hurt! i thought i was the only man in your life.” you ignored dazai’s dramatics, instead looking to chuuya for answers to where you were.
he explained the entire situation, after they “took care of” the person who abducted you, they brought you to chuuya’s apartment and have been waiting for you to wake up since.
the explanation made you realize just how awkward of a position you were in. you laid on the end of chuuya’s bed with the two men standing over you. you squeezed your thighs together and gathered your thoughts. this was not the time.
“this is a lot to wrap my head around.. why did they abduct me out of all people?” you knew you had been abducted and held hostage but you still didn’t understand why.
“oh, belladonna.” dazai cooed, his hand reaching to caress your cheek.
“they thought to take out our common weakness.” chuuya continued, his palm resting against the other cheek.
they didn’t need to finish their sentence, you already knew. the lingering gazes from both men at the diner, the flirting from dazai, the gentlemanly offers to walk you home from chuuya.
they were wrapped around your finger, they always had been. there was no more denying that fact, they had risked their lives to save you.
“i.. guess i should be thanking my saviors then, shouldn’t i?” a double meaning, they both knew it too.
“mmm, i think so. don’t you agree, chuuya?” the shorter man nodded in agreement.
dazai was the first to move, his hand that was on your cheek drifting down to your shoulder as he eased you further into the bed. you complied, wide eyes glancing between the two.
your back hit the cushioned mattress, dazai joined you on the bed, laying on his side as he peered down at your chest that held your racing heart. you saw chuuya kneel down and spread your legs further apart.
they both worked simultaneously, dazai undressing your top half while chuuya worked on the bottom. the feeling of their fingers grazing your skin left you overwhelmed, completely at their expense.
you were fully undressed in a matter of seconds, the cold air of the night nipped at your skin. suddenly feeling insecure you attempted to reach your arms down to cover yourself, dazai caught them, pinning them at your sides.
“don’t hide, beautiful. let us see you.” he whispered, his words holding authority that urged you to comply, you did.
chuuya’s breath fanned over your exposed cunt, shaky short lived breaths that told you he was just as nervous as you were.
“are you ready?” you nodded, closing your eyes in anticipation.
you felt his tongue make contact with your slit, a constricted moan left your lips out of instinct. dazai’s rough hand grabbed hold of your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes.
his warm brown eyes held a sinister glint in them. he dipped his head into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin around your collarbone.
the noticeable contrast between the two showed, chuuya’s sweet licks to your pussy against dazai’s rough sucking to your neck. a mixture of pleasure in pain, the perfect balance.
chuuya made work of your cunt, acting as if he’d never get the chance to taste you again. his tongue darting in and out of your hole at a rapid speed you could barely keep up with. his mouth attacked your clit next, sucking on the bundle of nerves.
“chu.. ah!” he added a finger to your hole, curling the digit inside of you to hit the places he couldn’t reach otherwise.
he could tell you were reaching your peak, keeping a steady pace to bring you over the edge.
dazai could tell too, so he pushed chuuya away from you.
you whined at the loss of contact, gripping dazai’s shirt as a weak attempt to beg for more. you caught sight of chuuya, your juices all over his chin. he shamelessly licked the finger that was previously inside of you.
“can’t let him give you your first orgasm, beautiful.” chuuya bit back a snarky comment, instead listening to the painful erection in his pants.
“switch me places.” dazai spoke, chuuya agreed with little hesitation.
dazai was now by your legs and chuuya sitting behind your head. the brunette was quick to flip you on your back and position you just where he wanted. your ass now in the air with him lazily rubbing his clothed erection against your ass.
your head dangerously close to chuuya’s crotch, your shaking hands gripping both of his thighs. while dazai took off his pants you hastily aided chuuya with his.
dazai wasted little time, aligning himself with your entrance. his hands gripping your ass while he began with his first thrust, one reaching so deep he nearly bottomed out. a grunt left your lips, squeezing chuuya’s sensitive thighs as a way to stabilize yourself.
you felt chuuya’s soft hands reach for your hair, massaging your head whilst shushing your whimpers that escaped with each thrust dazai threw into your aching cunt.
once a rhythm was found you put your focus on chuuya’s painfully hard member. his eyes on yours the entire time as he watched you lick the base of his manhood until you reached the tip. he guided your head down his cock, small praises leaving his lips the entire time.
“our pretty girl, being such a useful slut.” dazai spoke, landing a smack on your ass.
you attempted to moan but your lips were occupied, drool escaping your mouth with every thrust chuuya delivered into your throat.
the speed of their thrusts beginning to synchronize, you felt your core squeezing dazai harder. it only encouraged him, knowing you were close to your peak.
it was all so overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes as you attempted to take it all, to take all that dazai and chuuya gave you.
“so pretty.. taking us so well.” chuuya mumbled, wiping tears that began spilling from your eyes.
he looked at you as if you were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, despite your hair being a mess and your eyes being red from tears.
you were all close, that much was clear from the way dazai had began to shut up and chuuya’s silent grunts had turned into breathless moans. you were no better, one hand still resting on chuuya’s thigh while the other reached for one of dazai’s hands.
dazai’s hips sped up, squeezing your hand tenderly whenever he hits particularly deep.
he feels his orgasm creeping up on him, your tight walls leaving him a shaky mess.
he’s the first to come undone, his seed spilling into you with one finally push of his hips. his orgasm setting off chuuya, cumming into your warm mouth with a slew of curses leaving his lips.
you swallow every drop, chuuya wiping your mouth with his thumb before lifting your head up to plant a kiss on your lips. dazai still thrusting inside you, overstimulating himself to get you to your breaking point.
“m’ cumming!” you announced, heat pooling in your stomach.
“let go, belladonna.” and you did, cumming hard on his cock.
the room was filled with panting sighs and beating chests as you all collected yourselves. chuuya was the first to move, scrambling to his bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up. dazai cuddled you on the bed while chuuya cleaned you off, dazai stroking your hair whilst humming you to sleep.
you refused to let the tiredness take hold of you until both men were in the bed with you. when chuuya joined, you finally gave in to the sleep that was calling you.
you had never slept better, feeling safe in the arms of two strangers who had become regulars in your life.
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solemnvelvetangel · 4 months ago
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"One kiss is all it takes" - Where BSD men like to be kissed
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Notes:
July 3rd, 2024
Characters included: Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Tecchou Suehiro, Sigma
Word Count: 578
GN! Reader
Content Warning: Body insecurity in Dazai's part, minor haphephobia (fear of being touched) in Fyodor's part, Tecchou and Nikolai being horrifically down bad.
Self-indulgent. May do a part two?
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Osamu Dazai: Neck
Good lord-
His neck is long and thin, the skin is often red and irritated because of the bandages rubbing on them.
However, his neck is also very sensitive.
He feels shivers run down his spine if you kiss there.
Growing up, one of his insecurities was his body being very skinny, especially his neck.
So, feeling someone kissing him there is… Oddly healing to him.
Kissing on his neck is something that he craves on a daily basis.
Chuya Nakahara: Lips
Chuya is a simple man who likes to be kissed on the lips.
One kiss to the lips by his partner will have him down for the count.
If you bite his lip, his brain will explode.
He has no issue kissing you in front of people, they can stare if they want.
His lips are very soft, he always has chapstick on hand.
If you run your fingers through his hair and give it a slight tug while kissing him, his heart might give out right then and there.
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Back of the hand
I often pictured Fyodor having very large hands, as well as him having very long fingers.
They’re so pretty, how can anyone not kiss them?
When you first kissed his hand, he got chills and his heart started racing.
He genuinely thought he was sick or dying.
Typically, He doesn’t like to be touched because it disgusts him, but… he can make a few exceptions.
The feeling of your lips on his skin makes him weak.
He’ll melt if you kiss the back of his hand and slowly make a trail of kisses to the tips of his fingers.
Nikolai Gogol: Forehead
You would figure a mischievous person like himself would always be down to steal a kiss on the lips or on the neck, but… he actually likes to be kissed on the forehead.
He himself is not really sure why he prefers it over anywhere else to be kissed.
If you slowly push back his bangs before you do it, he’s gone.
If he’s sitting down and you tilt his chin upwards to get a better reach to give him a kiss on the forehead, he’s gone.
Call him a “pretty boy” or a “good boy” and kiss him on the forehead after? Gone.
To be honest, he’s gone if you kiss him anywhere in general.
Tecchou Suehiro: Lips
Tecchou is nothing more than a simple man who loves to be kissed on the lips.
He’s subtle about it, but he’ll always find an excuse to get a kiss from you.
He could kiss you all day, if you’d let him.
This man will kiss you on the lips like he is starved.
A hand pulling you in by the waist, the other on your cheek as he deepens the kiss...
His lips are so unbelievably soft.
If you tease him by acting like you're going to kiss his lips and then swerving to kiss his cheek or forehead or literally anywhere else, he gets mad.
Sigma: Cheek
Sigma loves being kissed on the cheek.
To best explain: it feels like praise in the form of physical affection to him.
Giving him a couple rapid kisses in a row on his cheeks will have him flustered.
When you kiss him on the cheek, he will always give one back.
If he’s sitting in a chair and you come up behind him, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and give him a kiss on the cheek from behind, it will have his heart racing.
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tender-rosiey · 1 year ago
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hiii! can i request for fyodor, dazai, and ranpo hcs about "the romantic things they would do to win your heart" ty!
“I WANT YOUR LOVE”
— how dazai, fyodor and chuuya try to win your heart
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a/n: i went through the five stages of grief writing this UHOFHO also sorry I didn't include ranpo; I hope you like it nonetheless <3 up next is husband!sukuna
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OSAMU DAZAI:
so, I wouldn’t say extravagant BUT I would say that it is pretty loud
like gives you a huge bouquet in front of literally everyone kind of loud
also literally shouts your name whenever he sees you, “AHH BELLADONNA, MY BEAUTIFUL Y/N HOW GORGEOUS YOU LOOK TODAY!”
the way he brightens up in your presence is also so obvious like eugh take your lovesick self away bro
he also has a special sixth sense that tells him that you’re close by
when he does get to you, he literally showers you with affection
also, you know when he ditches meetings? he would literally attend them just to be with you, if you’re there that is
same case is when he is running away from kunikida, my man chooses to live his last moments gazing at your beauty and then happily suffer kunikida’s wrath
exhibit a:
“atsushi, have you seen dazai?” kunikida asked as he and atsushi patrolled the streets.
atsushi shook his head, but quickly went to get you, who was busy finishing the taiyaki you got as a treat for yourself after a day of hard work.
however, looks like this travail won’t end so you look up at both of them and tilt your head lightly, “do you guys need something?”
atsushi doesn’t answer, but instead inhales deeply and screams, “DAZAI-SAN, Y/N IS HERE!” which you could bet that the entirety of the city heard.
it’s quiet for a while, but then you hear the sound of rapid steps and panting. the moment you look back, you’re tackled by the bandaged man who merely chirps a happy ‘belladonna!’ as the both of you land on the ground.
“here he is, kunikida-san,” atsushi says with a smile and kunikida nods thoughtfully then proceeds to scribble something in his notebook.
you do hear, amidst getting yourself squashed in a hug by dazai, kunikida mumbling something along the lines of “scream ‘y/n is here’ so dazai can appear”.
he literally doesn’t try to hide it, but that’s like in the very beginning of him falling for you
when he realizes that ‘crap it's serious’ and that he really did fall for someone
I feel like his way of trying to win your heart will change to be much more intimate and quieter
like he is still loud and chaotic on daily basis, of course
but you will find yourself sharing a lot of quiet moments where you just bask in each other’s presence
he gets protective as well, but like people can tell he IS being protective, but YOU can’t
not because you’re dumb, oblivious or anything, it’s just that dazai doesn’t want to make you feel like your relationship changed and low-key doesn’t want to make it awkward
a protective that makes you go ‘what’s wrong with dazai’ and makes the other person go ‘I need to run’
I also see him still getting you bouquets, but they will be accompanied with small notes
they could be like the following:
“you are so beautiful that I swoon for you.”
“I hope your day was as lovely as you are.”
“how can someone be this effortlessly gorgeous?”
of course, they still include comical ones
“I accidentally knocked the tomato soup on kunikida’s pants yesterday, and his face was as red as said soup from anger. you could say that ‘the time of the month’ was a bit harsh on him ;)”
I also feel like he will try to initiate conversations a lot more (idk how because like y’all already talked A LOT)
It’s just that he becomes curious about what you think of everything and purely wants to know more about you, your views in life and whatnot
you could be talking about the silliest things and he would still be so interested and fully indulge you
I see him also sharing with you places with beautiful scenery that he often goes to; it’s just so intimate and he WANTS to make you know that you’re special
he jokes and still flirts loudly, but there are quiet moments because he wants you to understand that you having a hold on his heart is no joke
FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY:
hm, it’s been a while since I wrote for him
so remember how I said dazai is kind of subtle in showing his genuine interest?
well, with fyodor you can’t even tell whether he changed or not
it’s just a normal everyday fyodor
BUT there some stuff he does extra
he gets protective, but just a little
so before, he used to glare at anyone who gets near you to hurt you which makes them quickly stop in their tracks, now he just instantly grabs their hand and threatens to kill them
another thing I see him doing is like taking you to places that he finds amusement in or like enjoys lol
that’s to show you off or show you a part of him in a more obvious way
he wants to show you his interests and see if they appeal to you as well or not
if they don’t then fak you, I mean then it’s fine cause variety is key
“fyodor.”
“yes?”
“couldn’t we go to a more entertaining place?” you inquire as you sip your drink and stare at the man who got you here in the first place.
fyodor smirks lightly, “whatever do you mean? this is highly entertaining.”
“1 year olds eating chess pieces is not my kind of entertainment, but okay.”
literally does stuff like this for giggles and his actual entertainment
loves messing with you but like lowkey
I also see him starting to compliment you more, like just smol compliments and sometimes you even have to read between the lines to get it
but sometimes he doesn’t even try to hide it
like nikolai could be doing god knows what, but just know it’s chaotic and sigma is trying to stop him but it just results in more chaos
and fyodor would just sigh and say something along the lines of “truly, an intelligence similar to y/n’s must be hard to achieve especially for you two.”
nikolai just laughs a laugh that screams bro stfu
sigma is just offend cause like why insult me while flirting with y/n?? tf did I do???
I also think that he will be more recognizing or acknowledging of your talents?
like with fyodor, I think the biggest sign of him liking you is accepting you as an equal and not treating you as a pawn or someone less than him
exhibit a:
“fyodor, shouldn’t this arrangement be discussed without someone like her present?” the man sneers as he looks you up and down, “she doesn’t seem trustworthy nor intelligent enough to keep up with our conversations.”
you hold back from responding and merely look at fyodor, who looks at the man in silence. he clears his throat lightly after he sips some tea and speaks up, “my apologies, but if anyone lacks in intelligence then it’s certainly you.”
both your eyes and the man’s widen at fyodor’s reply; the man is angered and he stands up abruptly, “how dare you say that?! It is more than obvious that I possess more intelligence than your subordinate here!”
fyodor raises an eyebrow in inquiry, “who said that she is my subordinate?”
the man is confused, and so are you, but fyodor pays no mind as he continues, “about the trust part, the only reason you’re going to do your end of the deal is because of the information I hold against you,” a smirk takes its place on fyodor’s lips, “meanwhile, her, I can give her a knife and she wouldn’t stab me, even in a million years.”
lmao if that ain’t down bad and blindly in love then idk
also, as we all must’ve guessed: he is pretty classic in terms of ‘flirting’ with you
but I do see him gifting you a rose of some sort and saying a smartass line like “even with its thorns, the rose is considered a sign of love and romance; is that to imply the hardships that come with loving someone?—“
boy shut yo ass and give me the damn flower
CHUUYA NAKAHARA:
chuuya is someone really honest so I think he will be really obvious and clear about wanting to win your heart
albeit a bit on the tsundere side sometimes but oh well
it’s still a lot more open that the others I have mentioned and feels very genuine
I also believe that he would want you to know that he likes you
plus I don’t think he can hide it well anyway
so he gets teased by everyone along with yourself
“ooo, who caught the heart of our badass mafia executive?”
and he would just grumble, “wow, i wonder who.”
of course, it’s a given that he would buy you souvenirs and gifts cause HEYYYY YOU DESERVE THE BEST
exhibit a:
“y/n, I need to give you something!”
you perk up at the voice and smile at chuuya, “yeah?”
he looks you in the eye for a moment before grumbling, face a soft hue of pink, and getting out the gift he got and placing it on your desk.
“aww, chuuya, you shouldn’t have!”
he crosses his arms and looks to the side, cheeks burning slightly, “yeah yeah, but I wanted to get you something.”
the smile never leaves your face and instead gets bigger as you see what’s inside. the thing about chuuya’s gifts is that they are always thoughtful.
“do you…like it?” you hear him mumble softly and just to hug him tightly.
“thank you so much! it’s amazing! I really love it!”
he stumbles over his words before yelling, obviously flustered, “t-that’s good! but you don’t have to hug me!”
“you don’t want me to?” you ask, slightly sad and chuuya wants to kick himself for making you like that.
“I DIDN’T SAY THAT EITHER!”
lmao, I love the guy
when you guys do get into a relationship, he is a lot less shy and open for affection but we are still not there yet hehe
something to add is that he also loves taking you anywhere you like
like either drive you there with his very cool motorcycle or you guys hanging out at some place
and like the places are…very extravagant to say the least
“so what do you think of the place?”
“chuuya, the walls are painted gold.”
“and?”
“chuuya, the fountain is dripping gold.”
“you don’t deserve anything less.”
Idk about you guys but I also think chuuya is a huge tease when he wants just not as horribly or as big as dazai
like just light teasing in general but it’s still so flustering; they’re things like:
“did the doll forget her keys again?”
“poor baby, want me to kiss it for you?” (but a lot less derogatory than when he said it to dazai 🤡; he really does want to kiss the pain away for you <33)
chuuya is rather protective by default so I feel like that won’t change, maybe amplified? but you can’t tell the difference because chuuya was always willing to beat some ass anyway
I see him being pretty attentive to your needs as well
like he has a bottle of water for you ready and maybe some food along with any personal essentials. he is a little grumpy when giving it to you, but it’s just to mask how nervous he is because of your smile
another thing, i think he does is write you letters
and they most of the time have poems? since you had told him about how he somehow (he did take offense to the word) has a good way with words
he also loves getting praised by you so it’s worth it even if it makes him a bit shy
now to end this on a cute note, the beginning phase of his confession included one of his poems accompanied with a rose
and its last lines were:
“once I believed love poems were foolish yet now I do nothing but dream about love”
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seoulmatez · 2 months ago
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— 𝑒𝓍𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ౨ৎ
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multicharacter (suna, semi, osamu, matsukawa, & atsumu) x reader. 0.9k wc. ノ sfw ノ angst ノ suggestive bits (in matsukawa's portion) ノ some jealousy and possessiveness ノ repost bc i am silly an deleted it > < sorry!
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ᡣ𐭩 SUNA is the ex that pretends you don’t exist. of course, it’s never that easy. he still sees you on a near-daily basis, but his behavior starkly contrasts how he used to act when the two of you were together. whenever he sees you, he averts his gaze, eyes turning to the ground or his phone—anywhere but you. when you’re mentioned in conversation, everything fades into background noise and when your name comes up, he’s cold enough to ask “who?” as if he never knew you at all. he doesn’t want to be as distant—as rude—as he is, but acting like none of it happened is easier than accepting the fact that he’s not over you. what you can’t see behind that foreign, newfound despondency that rintaro has adopted is that he doesn’t hate you as much as he lets on. he still looks at the pictures of the two of you he couldn’t bring himself to delete. he still hangs on to the one sweater you left behind in his closet. you’re still a heavy thought that’s constantly weighing on his mind.
ᡣ𐭩 SEMI is the emotionally confusing ex. he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do with his raging whirlwind of feelings. you broke up for a reason but he can’t help but want to keep in touch with you. he wonders whether or not he should hit send on the “i miss you” text he’s typed and retyped countless times in the dark of his bedroom. before he decides, he thinks about how humiliating it would be to stoop to that level, how painful it might be for you to have to read the phrase, how frustrating it is to be in this situation in the first place. though, the conflicting feelings racing in his mind aren’t nearly enough to outweigh the lingering love he has for you in his heart. he’s always been a little selfish. so without a thought to the consequences, he sends the message. his heart breaks a little more when the read receipt and a timestamp pop up in response in place of the reply he was hoping for. but he can’t be as mad as he wants because he’s never been good at holding grudges when it comes to you.
ᡣ𐭩 OSAMU is the partial-ex. even after the two of you are broken up, you’re still very much present in the other’s life. the dynamic is different from one of significant others, but not quite one of friendship. it’s as though your lives have been entangled to the point where you can’t live without each other. his family still adores you, still asks about you as if you never left. you still hang out with the same crowd. all his friends are yours and vice versa. everyone knows you’ve broken up, but they continue to talk about you like you’re still dating. they bring up your past so casually and with little regard to the fact that both of you are processing the events that played out less than a couple weeks ago. it makes things incredibly awkward, but the two of you are still civil despite the uncomfortable air that seems to follow you. though, at the end of each day he’s spent with you, he can’t help but wish that things were different. he wants to be able to hold you and kiss you—the way he used to.
ᡣ𐭩 MATSUKAWA is the ex with benefits. the first time was an accident. you were both still reeling from your break up and one drink led to another until the two of you ended up beneath the same sheets, heads throbbing with a combination of hangovers and regret the next morning. though, the regret never lasts more than a couple of days before either of you contemplates doing it again. it becomes a bad habit, the two of you only ever contacting each other when one of you is craving the familiar touch of the other. you convince yourselves that it’s convenient, that there are no strings attached and no feelings involved—that you’re still broken up and this is nothing more than physical. but the little arrangement issei thought would be helpful is only turning out to prolong the hurt he was trying so desperately to run from. because every night when you fall asleep with your back facing him, he’s forced to confront the fact that things will never go back to the way they once were.
ᡣ𐭩 ATSUMU is the ex that makes it known he wants to get back together. it doesn’t help that everyone still thinks of you as “atsumu’s significant other” and it’s even less ideal that he’s hellbent on keeping that spot in your life that was meant to be reserved for lovers. he’s an effective deterrent to anyone looking to pursue a relationship with you, constantly reminding them that the two of you used to be an item and showcasing how well he knows you. his compliments hold the same weight that they used to when they came from the bottom of his heart. beyond the joking encounters and the nonchalant smiles he wears around you, anyone can see that he’s changed since the two of you parted ways. he turns down the advances of potential partners, doesn’t revert to the shameless playboy he was before the two of you met, keeps an empty space on his dresser and in his closet saved just for you—all in hopes that the two of you were meant to last, that one day, you’ll come back to him.
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yayll · 3 months ago
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~ a little something about Beast Dazai and his coveting for you ~
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If you were a burning car, he'd call shotgun. Not that he needs another reason to crash and burn, but it would be nice for him to indulge just a little for once. He watches the fireworks from the port, a contrast to his usual prison in his high rise office back at Mafia headquarters. Where you are. He can't even handle being in the same building as you anymore, not when he gets like this. He should be getting back to work, solving bigger problems that torment him on a daily basis, but you take priority Every. Single. Time. Oh, this isn't supposed to be this way.
He sent you on your way earlier after you stupidly worried about his sleep schedule, or rather his lack of one.
"... I still don't know how you manage to keep us afloat, sir."
He almost cracks a smile at that. You little idiot.
"Because I have to, of course. You all make it easier on me in your own way, the mafia supports one another. It's all one grand effort, no?"
You tilt your head, your eyes full of dreams and promise. He wishes he could take the stars out of your eyes and keep them in his pocket for a rainy day. Everyday.
"You think so? I'm not too terrible of a subordinate?"
Hmm, you want reassurance. Cute. It's not in his nature to beg, but in that moment he wants to drop to his knees, wrap himself around your legs and praise the absolute shit out of you until you kick him away like the stray dog he is.
Instead, Dazai just exhales deeply, and clears his throat. His eyes are solemn, yet solely focused on you. His voice betrays the coldness he's trying to exude, it's too soft... too reminiscent of kindness.
"... You're not terrible at all."
He holds your gaze quietly for a long moment, and he can see the way you struggle to move on from that sentiment. For a brief shining moment, you can almost see Osamu Dazai, not this pathetic void he presents everyday. He wants to lean over and hold you, to beg you to tell him that he's real and so are you, and that he's sick and tired of feeling half alive.
You end up nagging him to promise he'll get some sleep tonight, and he lies to you, a small smirk curling on his lips. It's as cruel as he can be right now. Once you're gone, he simply looks down at the mess of paperwork on his desk, and he whispers to himself, a silent mantra on his quivering lips, his face between his hands
"... I promise, I promise, I promise."
He watches the fireworks come to an end, and he thinks about himself in the context of it all, dying to find absurdity in the mundane to match his own mental state. He tugs at the frayed bandages that stick out of the cuff of his suit, he has a nasty habit of picking them every time he sees you, as if he could ever afford the luxury of having a ridiculous schoolboy crush. It's time to change them, and it's time for him to go back home. He doesn't mean his office, not his pitiful empty bed, but you. You make it anywhere home. But you are not his, and he is unfortunately yours, so maybe he will go home and sleep. You would like that, and he really likes you.
The man in black begins to walk into the night, whistling a tune as his maroon scarf billows in the wind, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
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sassycheesecake · 5 months ago
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Hii I love ur blog and I was wondering if you could do hc's of salusa kiyoomi, komori motoya, atsumu miya, and hoshiumis type of s/o? Thanksss❤️‼️
Hello little cake! Of course I can! I hope it is to your liking ❤️
Kiyoomi Sakusa
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I am 95% sure Kiyoomi would have a s/o who is more on the quiet side yet still confident
Since he is dealing with loud teammates on a daily basis timeskip, he prefers it if it’s more quiet
Obviously his s/o can have their silly moments but they should know their boundaries
Kiyoomi would definitely look for a s/o who can take care of themselves, physically and mentally
His s/o would also have to bring great patience and understanding into the beginning of the relationship
It takes some time for the Outside Hitter to warm up to someone
But once his s/o has broken down his walls and melted off the ice-cold facade, Kiyoomi is the most attentive boyfriend
He cleans, he has impeccable hygiene and incredibly smart
He 1000% has a routine for how to do things at his home or how he spends his day, his s/o has to accept his busy schedule and adjust to it
THE BEST LISTENER!
Kiyoomi may not be the best advice giver but if you need to vent, man‘s gonna listen without interruption
Invites you to all his games and you need to wear his jersey
I headcannon Kiyoomi is a very jealous person fight me
Please no nicknames for him (his partner would get the famous scowl)
I can see Kiyoomi dating someone who does not have a lot of contact with other people in their work life, so probably IT or a writer for example
Tolerates medical field workers😂
Motoya Komori
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Motoya is on the tier list of golden retriever boyfriends
He’s so understanding, so cute and very romantic
I think it doesn’t really matter to Motoya what his s/o looks like or if his s/o is more quiet or more loud
Motoya grew up with Mr. anxiety himself, so he knows exactly what to do if you have panic attacks or suffer under panic disorders
But with every professional athlete, Motoya needs someone who understands his busy schedule and shouldn’t get mad about him going away for quite a while on away games or longer training days
Trust is everything to Motoya!
His s/o shouldn’t be a sarcastic person, Motoya would get annoyed by it eventually
Lowkey needs Sakusa‘s approval
Motoya has a high social battery, so his s/o should be able to handle lots of meet ups and social outings
His partner should be able to get along with his family, especially Sakusa since he is very close with him
Communication is also very important to Motoya, his s/o NEEDS to tell him if something is bothering them
Atsumu Miya
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Cheeky asshole (my bae)
I can see Atsumu going for either a confident person like himself or someone submissive
Either would work but it would be more compatible if his s/o would be more submissive (even in the bedroom)
His s/o would also have to be tolerant of his direct behavior and shouldn’t take everything he says directly to heart (Atsumu can be mean at times and if he’s mad or moody, his s/o shouldn’t be too sensitive about it)
Atsumu needs a s/o who is smaller than him, he is a big teaser and loves to be teased back
S/o shouldn’t be afraid of physical affection, Atsumu is BIG on pda (kissing in public, occasional butt squeezes)
His partner shouldn’t be too clingy, Atsumu is very dedicated to his sport!
If Atsumu loses a game, his partner should be respectful about him wanting alone time or comfort
His partner can be athletic or in not so top shape, yet he would probably prefer one that can somewhat keep up with his stamina and go on runs with him or even train with him
His s/o HAS to get along with his twin brother, if they don’t like each other, it’s an absolute NO-GO for Atsumu (he may never admit it out loud but Osamu is Atsumu‘s whole world besides volleyball)
Kōrai Hoshiumi
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Seagull boi
Would need a s/o who doesn’t mind his loud mouth
His s/o should be his number one fan and be quite feisty and a proud character
His partner should definitely be around his height or taller than him
Kōrai is a very competitive person, he would love to have a partner he can have bets with or fight against (like gaming, playing sports etc)
Kōrai doesn’t care what body shape his partner has, he will love them regardless
The bigger nerd his partner is, the better
Would have to be a big fan of animals, since his best friend is a vet and Kōrai occasionally has pets staying with him
Probably will adopt like 2 dogs with his s/o
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artsy-hobbitses · 1 month ago
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I've seen the headcanons with Megatron (ıt's delightful but i get a little sad at the headcanons involving Op and his blackling disease). I wonder if you have headcanons for Optimus or Strongarm Sideswipe ? 👉👈
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By popular demand, please enjoy this compendium of Daddimus headcanons!
Optimue Prime/Omar Parvez used to smoke while he worked in the Dead End (mainly due to the stress), but gave up the habit when he was demoted to a dockworker.
He's the long-suffering mediator between the souls of the twelve Primes currently locked in the Matrix which he now bears. It's not unusual to hear him seemingly talking to or negotiating with himself, and Prima and Megatronus' catfights comprise the majority of his headaches.
Omar doesn't like being called Prime, but accepts it reluctantly as a rank. Those close to him only refer to him as Omar, or Optimus on a more formal basis. 'Prime' is who he is to the wider world, and was a rank unwittingly accorded to him by Alpha Trion/Aillard Toussaint. This happened when Aillard, upon facing an increasingly megalomaniacal Sentinel/Sedgewick who was trying to fashion himself as the next Prime and had arrested him under sedition charges for associating with Omar and owning banned literature, told Sedgewick that Omar was "more of a Prime than you'll ever be." That was captured on recording, and went viral very quickly, and Omar was being associated with the rank 'Prime' at a time when he was still using 'Orion Pax' as a codename. Optimus ('the best' ie. 'the best of us'), was co-opted by his supporters to counter Sedgewick's attempt to fashion himself as 'Sentinel Prime', defender of order. It's not until Omar comes back from the dead with a strange bauble embedded in his chest that he starts going by Optimus -sigh fine- Prime, to distance himself from his a nickname given to him by a now-enemy.
He has a love for rearing pigeons passed down from his father, who built a makeshift dovecote on the roof of their apartment. The pigeons on Aillard's estate know his face and answer to his call when he goes out to feed them daily. He has each one named and tagged, and even without food, they still flock to him.
He is the imam of the Muslim Autobot prayer congregation which comprises Hotspot/Hassan, Trailbreaker/Tariq, Steeljaw/Salim, First Aid/Fatima, Ramhorn/Raminah, and later on Streetwise/Shamar.
As such with the info above, is usually the first person awake on the base on any given day.
Excellent in the kitchen. Loves making Tapsi (a Kurdish aubergine casserole) for himself as a post-battle treat, but also makes a beef stroganoff bonkers enough that old college buddy Elita-One/Alisa Ivanova, upon finally being able to land on earth after dealing with Liege Maximo's bullshit, immediately hauls Omar into the nearest kitchen so he can make that specific dish for her.
You'll notice that Ratchet/Ronan has a patch of dark skin on one side of his face (Inspired from Osamu Tezuka's Dr Blackjack). As part of his torture when he was captured and held by Bludgeon, half his face was flayed. After Omar rescued Ronan, he donated skin to him for a temporary allograft. However, even at a point where Ratchet was well enough to receive an autograft from his own body, he refused since his body had not rejected Omar's allograft, and he wanted to keep it as it was as a symbol of the deep friendship the two of them share and the sacrifice Omar made for him.
Omar keeps a sketch that Bumblebee/Benjamin drew of him on his desk.
He makes time for Ben whenever Ben is laid up in medical bay, whether it's reading to him, watching his favorite shows he missed during field missions together, or just humming to him until he sleeps.
He's a pianist who plays by ear mostly, and time spent with Ben includes playing during Ben's ballet practice. You can tell what his stress levels are by the tempo of the pieces he's playing---if he sounds like he's setting the keys on fire, he has grievances he clearly needs to work out.
Omar has in his possession the once-beloved water-damaged notebook in which Megatron/Morgan first wrote notes for Towards Peace in---he had wanted to return it to Morgan when he found it outside his precinct station, but was too late as Morgan had already been shipped to Messatine when he came to the mines. For a decade, he kept it with him, and when Morgan came back, he tried to return it. However, Morgan, while grateful for the gesture, refused to take it back and told him to toss it or burn it, as it was "penned by a witless, childish fool", which he wasn't anymore. Omar refused to do so, and it remains in the drawer of his study desk---when he's feeling quietly hopeless, he'll open it up and see the pages where he and Morgan in their youths had drafted ideas together for a better system, and he's back to the drawing board. He refuses to give up on the hope for a better world, or that the Morgan he knew is completely gone.
His mother was a journalist who had experience running an underground publication network in Iran, and it was from her experience that Omar collated and distributed the notes from Messatine written by Morgan, which made up the full copy of Towards Peace. In essence, for better or worse, Omar is the reason Morgan's words spread as swiftly as they did on earth.
He also has a Youtube channel specifically dedicated to a little book club Blaster/Brandon had encouraged him to open up, after Brandon one day invited him to speak on an Autobot radio show and the number of listened spiked significantly. On this channel, he usually reads from a book of the month and discusses its themes/characters, as well as fields questions about his favorite written works in general. He has also at times, chosen books that Morgan enjoyed in their younger days. Whether he knows that Morgan sometimes listens in on him is something he'll brush off, but on the off chance that Morgan does tune in… he still thinks about you, old friend.
Turkish tea fiend.
Green thumb from setting up an urban garden in the Dead End, regularly tends to the communal garden at the Autobot base alongside Sludge/Slavomir and Hound/Hale.
In his early days as Optimus Prime, suffered from internal burns, severe chest pains (he said it felt like the sun burning up in his chest) and shortness of breath after major use of the Matrix's powers in battle. Note that back then, using the Matrix's powers wasn't aways a choice he consciously made, as it treated him like a host and would react to/be triggered by serious threats. The only reason the Matrix stayed in him then, was because neither Ratchet nor Wheeljack could figure out how to safely remove it, and there was fear that despite the way it was affecting him, it was what was keeping him alive and was too ingrained with his neural network to be parted from him.
Per the above, he was actually in chronic pain which he was medicated for and hid very well, up to the point where he finally made contact with the volatile, conglomerated mess of Prime souls in the Matrix during a coma and managed to calm them down/'untangle' them.
There is a little cairn at the roots of largest tree in Alpha Trion's estate where Omar's pigeons most often roost, which he set up for his father, Mirzan, who was killed by his former mentor Sedgewick on charges of disseminating seditious literature. He's never been able to retrieve his father's body and consequently, give the man a proper burial, and he feels guilty about it to this day.
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appleinyoureye · 2 years ago
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BSD │ Sweet Dreams to the One I Love
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Summary: how they cuddle you to sleep! (and if they're a pain in the ass in the actual act of sleeping)
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Characters: Atsushi Nakajima, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Ranpo Edogawa, Tanizaki Junichiro, Akiko Yosano
Word Count: 702
Type: headcanons
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Atsushi
Since he’s never received any good forms of physical contact, at first he’s a bit scared. So frightened that he almost falls down from bed, because he’s afraid to be close to you. You need to introduce him to this type of feeling, slowly assure him that you’re not here to hurt him. Even if you’re really close on a daily basis, Atsushi’s still hesitant, since during sleep he’s completely vulnerable. But after a few nights together, he’s the most cuddly person on the whole planet. Big spoon, loves to hug you from behind and has that strong ass dead grip, not letting you go anywhere. He’s never slept so calmly before, and he doesn’t plan on losing it.
Dazai
Dazai likes to cuddle before sleep. He rubs your back, arms, plays with your hair and loves to pepper your skin with tiny kisses. He also wants all of this in return. However, once you say the final “goodnight”, everything changes. This little bitch turns around so that you’re facing his back, gripping the duvet as hard as he can. You can be sure that he steals most of it to himself, and that there’s no way of taking it back, because after only a few seconds you can hear him snore (you also know that he’s only pretending, but there’s nothing you can do about it). Hug him from behind and hope that the night will be a warm one, because you’ll be completely fucked otherwise. 
Kunikida
He’s not a big fan of cuddling. Little gears keep turning in his head, thoughts on a loop: “It would be kind of inappropriate. Would it be improper?” It’s not like he doesn’t mind it and it’s not like he doesn’t like it too. It’s just… confusing a bit. When you go to sleep though, he lays flat on his back, one arm stretched in your direction so that you can lay on it. Kunikida doesn’t even hug you fully with it, just the fact that it’s there should be enough. Oh, and he talks in his sleep. Like a lot. He babbles about his ideals interchangeably with scolding Dazai.
Ranpo
Ranpo wants you to cuddle him if that makes sense. He wants to be pampered, so scratch his back, stroke his arms and play with his hair. His head is full of ideas so he needs something different to focus on to fall asleep, and the way you rub his skin helps him just perfectly. But be prepared that as much as you may love this guy, you’ll hate him during the night. He’s everywhere on the bed, spreaded like a cat on a hot summer day. One leg hanging from the side, the other on you, left hand high above his head, right, no matter how many times you smack it away, keeps slapping your face. It’s not an easy night but at least he doesn’t snore, right? …right?
Tanizaki
Weirdly enough, he looks like he’s the most normal of them all. He’s just a guy that wants to cuddle before sleeping with his loved one beside. He hugs you, talks about his day and asks about yours. Tanizaki listens to you very carefully, playing with your hair and stroking your leg with his. If you can’t fall asleep he even offers to hum you a song. He likes to be a big spoon and a small spoon, but his all time favorite position is on his back, your head on his chest, while he hugs you closer to his body.
Yosano
She likes to have you close. She will hug your arm close to her body, expecting that you’ll play with her hair as she tells you about stupid people she has had to deal with at work. After Yosano gets sleepy, she forces you to turn around, and big spoons you, her arms tightly closed around your body. Just as Atsushi’s big spooning feels as if you’re hugged by a koala, in Yosano’s case it feels as if being manhandled by a gorilla. Her grip is so strong you can forget about going to the toilet in the middle of the night – she doesn’t plan on letting you go before the first rays of sun enter your bedroom.
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nikolaiismysugardaddy · 2 years ago
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When you can't fall asleep - headcanons
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pairings... gn!reader x Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo
fluff! - short scenarios
I apologize for any mistakes in advance - english is not my first language!
Hope you enjoy! xx
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Dazai Osamu
You were tossing and turning in your bed, trying to fall asleep, but even the clock ticking kept you awake. Dazai was sound asleep next to you, and it pretty much pissed you off. He was facing you with his back, peacefully snoring. You bit your lower lip and hugged him from behind, burying your face in his messy hair. You remained in this position for several minutes. Your helpless attempt made you let out a huge sigh. 
Dazai woke up when he felt your huge exhale in his hair and slowly, carefully turned around. "What’s the matter, belladonna?" He asked while yawning. "Did you have a nightmare or something?" His words were blurry; he was still half asleep. 
"I wish." You sighed again, even more painfully. "I can’t fall asleep." You rolled on your back and looked at the ceiling. 
All of a sudden, Dazai snuggled up to you. "I can feel you’re annoyed. Come, come, hurry!" 
You couldn’t guess what was on his mind, but you blindly followed his order and made yourself comfortable in his embrace. You felt a tiny bit better. 
"Now, close your eyes, bella, and focus on my voice." He tightened his arms around you. You could hear his heartbeat in his chest. "One little sheep. Two little sheep…" "You know I’m not a child anymore, right?" You giggled a bit. 
"Sssh, don’t interrupt. Try to relax, okay?" He said in a very gentle tone. You nodded to his chest, but you still feel confused about whether this would be helpful or not. "Now… One little sheep. Two little sheep. Three little sheep." You felt your eyelids get heavier. His voice was somehow calming and soothing. "Four little sheep. Five little sheep. Six little sheep." You let out a silent yawn into his chest. "Seven little sheep. Eight little sheep. Nine little sheep." He gently caressed your back while counting; you felt sleepier already. "Ten little sheep…"
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Chuuya Nakahara
"Chuu, I can’t sleep." You suddenly turned to the ginger, who held you in his arms. You couldn’t tell if he was already asleep until he spoke up.
"Me neither. But…" He stopped for a moment." Wait here." Chuuya pulled out his hands from under your body. "I’ve got a great idea to solve this problem."
He carefully walked out of the dark room. You could hear some glass shattering from the kitchen. In a few minutes, he came back and crawled to the bed. 
"Gimme your hand!" You hesitantly reached out your hand. He placed a wine glass in it, and you heard some gulping sounds. 
"What the hell, Chuu?" You asked doubtfully; you were pretty unsure about the success of this idea.
"Don’t be so picky and trust the process. I’ve heard that drinking red wine before bed helps you fall asleep easier. So, cheers." He raised his glass and toasted with yours.
"I heard drinking on a daily basis is called alcoholism, you know?" You gulped down your drink, then burst out laughing as you heard him choking on his drink from the surprisingly harsh comment. 
"You’re ungrateful. I just wanted to help you, you know, Y/N? And this is what you say in response?" He poured another glass for the both of us. 
You drank up your wine again quickly and put the glass down beside the bed on the floor. You crawled into Chuuya’s lap like a kitten. "Sorry, Chuu" You said in a blurry, sleepy tone. "But… I feel sleepier, you see…" You yawned and curled up even more. 
Chuuya’s huffish attitude washed away as he heard you mumbling. He kissed your forehead and gently caressed your back. "Told you, you ungrateful little…" He smiled warmly in the dark as he heard your breathing paced. 
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Edogawa Ranpo
Ranpo quietly sneaked into your shared bedroom; he was working late again. He stopped for a moment in surprise that you were still wide awake, reading a detective book in bed. "It’s pretty late now, ain’t it, Y/N? Why are you still up?" He sneaked in beside you under the blanket. He leaned in close to get a good look at what you were reading. "Well, at least your choice of book is good for falling asleep quickly. The main character is…" You quickly placed your palm on his mouth. "Ranpo! We've talked about this hundreds of times already. I know you already know who the culprit is in every book I read, but you see, I want to find out myself. So please." You looked up at him with a terribly exhausted look on your face. His emerald green eyes widened even more. 
"Okay, okay, but…" He gently held your hand, which had been on his mouth moments before. "What’s the-" He lightly shook his head, like he had found out the problem himself. "You can’t fall asleep, right?" 
"So that’s the reason why they call you the Greatest Detective in The World." You giggled because of your own teasing comment. "The answer is obviously yes." A huge sigh escaped your lips, and you couldn’t hide the weary look on your face. 
He looked deeply into your eyes and frowned his eyebrows; suddenly, Ranpo turned around and drew out the nightstand’s drawer. He clamorously rummaged through the drawer until he took out a small metal box from it. 
He looked like a little child when he gave you the box. "I think this could help…" He pouted. 
You were a bit suspicious when you opened it. The box was filled with lavender flavored sweets. "I read in an article that lavender helps you fall asleep, so I kept some here for, you know… just in case." 
You were overwhelmed by your happiness since Ranpo never offered his treats to anyone. A huge, warm smile spread across your face, and you leaned in to give him a light peck on his cheeks. "We can share, Ranpo.” His eyes immediately sparkled at the generous offer. “And… thank you."
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hopelessdazai · 1 year ago
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B, J, M, Z with Chuuya and Dazai??
of course anon!!
Nsfw alphabet B, J, M Z.
contents; nsfw obviously, dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, fem reader, minor breeding kink if you squint, switch reader, chuuyas a thigh guy tm, pegging.
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Dazai Osamu -
B = Body part ( Their favourite part of you )
i'd say dazai is very much a boobs guy. if he's taking you from behind he takes a big enjoyment to fondle them while he rams into you. and if you count your eyes as a body part, that'd be a tie for first place. he just likes seeing them glimmer anytime something gets you excited.
J = Jack off
he probably doesn't do it that often. dazai has a speciality where he can get ahold of you pretty much whenever he likes, and as much as he's horny on an almost daily basis, I think he'd rather save his cum spills to fill you up with. but he will absolutely do it so you can come finish the job.
M = Motivation ( Turn ons )
dazai can be turned on by just about anything you do. you're so hot and he'll be drooling over you like some teen boy learning about a girls body. he'll go especially crazy if you're wearing one of his shirts, and even better if you have thigh highs on. he's a basic guy.
Z = Zzz ( how fast they fall asleep after )
he doesn't fall asleep that fast, but it also depends on what you did. if you were on top and drove him insane or pegged him, he'll pass out a lot faster then if he was the one plowing into you.
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Chuuya Nakahara -
B = Body part ( Their favourite part of you )
if you asked him to choose on the spot, I think he'd simply pass away. he loves so much of you and there's barely anything he can pick as a singular. but chuuya will have his hands on your thighs more then anything else. for no reason, he swears!!
J = Jack off 
poor baby goes on a lot of long missions. he tries not to, there's a thought in his mind that it's unmoral to do so, that he has a pretty girlfriend at home and he can just wait to shoot his load into her. but sometimes it gets desperate, you send him a risky photo of your shirt hitched to show your stomach and thighs, and chuuya's excusing himself back to the hotel room on a case of 'emergency'
M = Motivation ( Turn ons )
hes not difficult to turn on, but he's also not the easiest. something that makes him want to fuck you so badly would be general making out, especially if you're grinding onto him and whimpering into his mouth. he'll go absolutely feral.
Z = Zzz ( how fast they fall asleep after )
chuuya is a very sleepy guy. he'll manage to keep himself up long enough to do Aftercare, but after that he's passing out on your chest and snoring like a brass band. and that man is NOT letting go in his sleep, so good luck both waking him up before 4pm and getting to work.
- Zai
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gemkun · 1 year ago
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      ⸻       when   it   came   to   this   specific   child   ,   the   assigned   case   had   seemed   hopeless.   but   impossibilities   were   moulded   into   reality   by   the   capable   hands   of   one   bright   mind.   metaphorically   speaking   ,   for   the   darkness   stuck   to   him   ,   irremovably   lingering.   the   very   same   that   drills   into   his   bound   project   from   twin   eyes   ,   strapped   for   what   was   termed   as   a   safety   precaution.   a   security   measure.
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  the   end   ,   he   tells   himself   ,   justifies   the   means.   such   were   the   strategies   mori   —   san   prescribed   him   with.   ❝   why   ?   ❞   tinged   with   mockery   ,   the   flick   of   his   tongue   dances   as   a   flame   would.   and   a   finger   grazes   ,   feigning   interest   in   his   handiwork   ,   trialling   his   hypothesis.   ❝   take   a   guess.   ❞   applying   pressure   on   a   shard   ,   he   observes   the   reaction   as   always.   how   boring   would   it   be   to   waste   all   his   precious   time   for   nothing   to   report   back   on   !
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˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ'ㅤ𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 ?ㅤ'ㅤ—ㅤwas what the child so badly wanted to say as bleary eyes cannot help but look over newly forming red blotches nestling themselves alongside older, darker spots. Dazai - niichan did SCARY and AWFUL things too. How come he never got hurt the way that they did ?
⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤTERROR had their voice in a vice grip though. They dare not speak against the DEMON PRODIGY; the man who cared more for the mafia's interests than anything else. Though, they do manage to muster a few words.
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⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤWhy do you need a REMINDER ?ㅤ❜
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waskatoshi · 1 year ago
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GOOD LUCK SAMU!
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Miya Osamu x F!Reader
Hogwarts Au! [+18] BratTamer!Osamu, Bratty!Reader, Spanking, Nipple play, Fingering, Clit Slaps, Blow Job, Unprotected sex. Hints of jealous and protective Osamu.
Osamu is feeling like everything in his life is going wrong, so he asks his brother a little bottle of liquid luck, felix felicis.
Miya Osamu was well aware that his luck had been running rather low lately.
His books had disappear.
His broom had gone insane.
A bludger hitted him in the stomach.
He didn't know what he had done to deserve all of this... maybe he got out on the wrong side of the bed, or someone may have cursed him, but what he did know in fact, was that he needed to get his luck back, and quickly.
In five days, his house was going to play against the regent three year champions of the quidditch cup, Gryffindor.
Slytherin needed to win this year competition no matter what, their honor was at stake.
Osamu was day and night analyzing his strategies, weaknesses and good sides. He had come to a simple conclusion: They needed to beware of the lions most dangerous player, their seeker.
His most talented opponent was his own brother. Miya Atsumu.
Osamu was unusually nervous. He wasn't like this on a daily basis, but with his current luck, surely the bludgers would plot something against him.
While Osamu was daydreaming in the couch of the common room, a girl entered trough the Slytherin portrait. When she realized the dazed state of the boy, she approached silently from behind, covering his eyes with her hands once she was close enough.
— Guess who?- She asked in a funny voice.
— Oh, it's you.
You smiled and sited right beside him.
— Whats with the long face?- Osamu looked at you with tedious eyes. He then proceeded to tell you everything about what was happening to him.- Yeah maybe you need to find a four leaf clover or something like that.- You joked. But Osamu didn't laugh. "Thats it!" He thought to himself
— If i don't have luck, i need to make my own.- He murmured. After that, Osamu left the common room without saying anything else.
— Good luck Samu!
[...]
Osamu went straight to the library to find what he was looking for: His roommate, Oikawa Tooru.
The dark haired boy was the only person who would help him with this kind of thing, because Osamu wasn't sure of what he exactly needed, but Oikawa would surely know.
— Oikawa!- He yelled in a whisper, bewaring of the old creepy librarian.
Osamu stopped in his tracks, next to him was Toorus girlfriend: A Ravenclaw girl who was too immersed studying to play attention to him. Her head was down with her hair hiding her (probably serious) expression.
Would she snitch on him if she heard something? Would she get him in trouble? As his mind raced in thoughts, he heard a very silent snoring: It came directly from her. She was asleep. In the library.
Oikawa patted the chair beside him, inviting his friend to take a sit.
— Is something wrong?- Asked the brown haired boy. Osamu proceeded to tell him everything he was going through. At The end, he asked Oikawa if there was anything that could bring him luck, or at least, something to recover the luck he already had.- Mmmm. Maybe a little bit of Felix Felicis could help. But it's very difficult to make, so you can't ask a normal student for it, let alone a teacher...
But Osamu knowed exactly who could help him. He thanked Oikawa and went straight to Gryffindors dorm. A few minutes later, the blond twin peeked through the Fat Lady portrait, making sure his brother was there.
— I received your message, I can get the potion with one of my friends, but you would have to wait, at least two days.- Osamu nodded and said:
— Ok, i will wait.
[...]
Two days later, his brother went to the Slytherin chambers with a little wooden box. Those two days were Osamu longest days in his life.
His socks had dissapear.
He failed herbology class.
Osamu was so excited, he hurriedly went to his dormitory again to open up the box. The package was cute, it had a yellowish color and a few words written all over it. A message could be read, courtesy of Atsumu.
"you can drink it in one go or save some for the match, good luck (:"
Osamu thought to himself. The best thing to do would be to take little by little every day, so he pulled out the little vial and taked a sip. He waited a few seconds to the potion to make something, but he was disappointed when he noticed that he didn't feel any different from before.
He putted the box under his pillow and went out to the common room. There he saw how you and your best friend played magical chess, and strangely enough, Osamu sat next to you.
— Do you want to go for a walk around the school?- he whispered in your ear, taking you by surprise.
— Y-Yes! Of course. Tsukishima!- you shouted across the room.- Come play against Atsumu's new girlfriend.
— I'm not his girlfriend! - the girl said while blushing.
As you both left the common room, you began to talk fluently. You two have always gotten along, not exactly friends, but rather good classmates or even teammates, but one thing was clear: both felt some kind of tension whenever you two were left alone.
Osamu felt unusually light, changing the conversation from topic to topic and overall going with the flow. Maybe the potion had finally worked?
Without noticing, both reached a dead end.
When you turned around, ready to leave, Osamu tooked your hand, waiting for something. He didn't know exactly what he was expecting, but out of nowhere, a door popped out of the wall.
Surprised, both passed through it. It was a room you had never seen before. It looked like the Slytherin common room, but with a double bed in the middle.
You both heard whispers nearby, so you rushed into the room and closed the door behind you. Osamu began to look around, touching and watching everything. Once he was too bored to continue, he threw himself into the bed and sighed tiredly. Moments later you imitated him, smiling.
After a few comfortable seconds of silence, Osamu took your hands in his own, and timidly began to play with your fingers.
— Samu...- You whispered.
— I really like you.- Your cheeks turned bright red at the sudden confession. Your mind going blank for a few seconds.- I-i don't know why i'm saying you all this, but i just needed to say you that.- Osamus voice was waivering, almost as if he was loosing his strength.- Maybe the potion?
— Its okay, Samu. I, I really like you too.
Osamu looked at you straight in the eyes as he timidly caressed your cheeks.
— Can i?- He asked quietly. You nodded, and moments later, he began to kiss you. His lips were soft and his hands rough, a really nice contrast that went well representing Osamus personality and actions.
Both let yourselves go for what seemed like hours. Without noticing, you ended up sitting on his lap, with Osamu's hands under your skirt squeezing your ass. You were ready to take the next step, but Osamu had other plans.
— We should go back.- He said breaking away from the kiss.
—Don't wanna.- You murmured approaching his lips yet again.
—Do you think I want to do it?- Said the boy frustrated. His dick was hard against his trousers, poking your entrance through the layers of clothing.- We need to go back. We will continue this later.
[...]
Osamu had the last bit of potion left in his hands.
He had save it for the Quidditch match against his brother. So when the day came, while all the houses were eating breakfast and talking, he poured the remains of the potion into his cup of coffee.
—Samu!- Shouted his brother, calling him to come over to his table. Osamu walked to the Gryffindors section and smiled to his brother teammates, wishing them good luck and making a little bit of small talk.
When Osamu returned to his seat, he saw you. He smiled and playfully patted your head as he tooked his place besides you. He threaten to kiss you, but he waited for you to finish your cup of coffee.
Cup of coffee?
Osamu widened his eyes in pure shock.
The coffee you were drinking was his, the one that contained the remains of the potion.
— Shit! No! Did you drank it all?
— Mmm? Yes. What happened? I can serve you another cup if you want it that bad.
— No you don't understand! Do you feel weird? Do you feel different?
— Naw I'm good Samu. We should hurry up, we need to win this game. And I promise you, I'm gonna catch the snitch before your idiot brother!
Osamu wanted to die.
It wasn't your fault that you drank the coffee that contained the last drop of Felix Felicis, it was his.
His bad luck had comeback.
[...]
The match was in a constant draw.
Osamu was doing his best trying to keep you safe of the bludgers and the Gryffindors attackers, but he was still worried of the potion side effects.
Nausea? Headaches? What would happen to you?
In just a second, Osamu lost you out of his sight.
You were now floating higher and higher than everybody else. Atsumu was right below you following the snitch. When suddenly, you jumped in the air, falling onto Atsumus broom and catching the snitch in the process. The crowd gasped in surprise. All the Slytherins shouted from the stands, yelling your name and jersey number.
Atsumu landed both of you safely in the ground, asking you if you were okay, but immediately after your answer he stomped out of the pitch. Murmuring insults to himself.
Everyone was happy, everyone excepted Osamu. What crossed through your mind?! Were you insane?!
As the Slytherins cheered you, Osamu followed the team from behind. Furious.
The tradition dictated that after winning an important quidditch match, all the slytherin team needed to go to the prefects bathroom to celebrate the win. They usually went without clothes, but this time, all the boys were wearing their bathing suits, due to the female presence of this year.
Osamu was in a bad mood. He didn't want to be there. But when he thought about you being in a tub surrounded by half naked men, he decided that he needed to go.
Your teammates jumped into the hot water, celebrating with butter beer and candy, but Osamu waited until you finished changing.
While leaving the cubicle, everyone saw you happily enter the bathtub. You were wearing a little bathing suit that complemented your skin color a little too well. They were all stunned for a few seconds, but upon hearing Osamu scratch his throat, everyone began to ignore you, or at least ignore your boobs.
Osamu approached you from behind silently, holding your waist with his strong hands while whispering in your ear:
— You are going to say that you feel bad, and we will leave this party.
— But Samuuu.- you whined. He looked at you with a serious expression, waiting.
You got out from the tub, excusing yourself with a silly lie with Osamu behind your back.
And there he saw it: a big purple bruise was starting to form in your ass. He blinked a few times, processing it. What's that from falling onto Atsumus broom? Was that from another guy?
As both of you dried yourselves up, and put some clothes on, Osamu grabbed your hand and started dragging you into the same corridors the magic door appeared the last time.
— I'm going to cure your bruise with magic.- Said Osamu in a low voice. He was absolutely fuming, not only did you drink his potion, you also putted yourself in danger.- Go and wait by the bed.- Silence overtook the cozy place, the only thing that could be heard was the soft crackling of the fire place.- Look, I'm pissed about what you did in the pitch. Yes, we won the game, yes, the potion helped you, but you saw what happened at the last minute. The effects runned out and you fell really hard onto Atsumus broom.
— Yeah.
Osamu sighed, trying to relax himself.
— Now, now. Lift your skirt, I'm going to heal you.
— You just want to see me naked.- He blinked a few times. Were you always this irritating? You were testing his patience a lot today.
He crouched down besides your legs. The position was, intimate but it was the only way he could possibly make the spell correctly.
—Now.
—Okay.- you lifted your skirt, instantly smiling when Osamu chocked in his own spit.- I was going to say you that i didn't have any panties on, but i guess that's what you wanted the whole time.- Osamu closed his eyes. The sight was... seductive, but in the end, you were making fun of him. Thats how you wanted things to be? Okay, he would play along, and nicely.
He grabbed your ass with his left hand and smiled as you hissed down his touch. He putted a little bit of pressure to the bruised area and said:
—Pass me my wand, I'm gonna cure this bruise, but I'm gonna leave my hand prints here if you don't behave. M'kay?
—Okay.
— Episkey.- The boy murmured while watching the bruise on your ass disappear.
As you turned around, he saw your juices dripping down your thighs. You laughed, trying to play confident, bringing one of your hands to your entrance, and opening it up to show him your gaping hole. Osamus mind exploded. Were you always this dumb?
He standed up, his dick hardening in his pants. You gulped, suddenly feeling nervous. Closing the distance between both of you, Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you wince in pain. He laughed at you for a brief moment.
— Can I?- He asked. You nodded, agreeing at what you thought was obvious. In contrast with his sweet words, his tongue was practically forcing its way into your mouth. Saliva dripped down your chin and your breath was stuck in your nose. The kiss was too overwhelming.
Was Osamu still mad? You tried to test that, biting his lip with such force that it made him bled. He opened his eyes, astonished.
— You should have listened darling.- The boy threw you onto the bed, cleaning his mouth as you falled comfortably on the white sheets. He was just so hot: his hair was disheveled, his lips swollen, everything about him was amazing.
— How are you going to teach me? Spanking me?
— Yeah, exactly.
You had seen Osamu make many expressions, but none of them were like this. His eyes were clouded with lust, but still piercing enough to make you nervous. The boy approached your figure once more, grabbing you strongly by the jaw and ordering you not to bite. You nodded, feeling small next to him.
Both began to kiss again, continuing with the intensity of the first kiss. Osamu released your jaw and proceeded to lower his hands over your bust, squeezing your breasts roughly. He began to undo the buttons of your shirt one by one, but with how impatient you were for him to fuck you, you taked the shirt off for yourself.
Osamu spent some time playing with your now exposed breasts, biting your nipples and kneading them with his strong hands. Oh how much of a mess had you become. Breathy moans and swollen lips suit you really well. You tried to strip him from his clothes, but Osamu declined.
—Naw, I'm fucking you like this.
—Please Samu. Its not fair that I'm the only one nude here.
— Well its not fair that you drank my potion, so hurry up and get on your knees.- You complained, but still followed his orders. Palming his dick through his trousers you began to tease him a little bit, undoing his black belt and buttons, but taking your sweet, sweet time.
Osamu was growing impatient, so he himself bringed down his underwear, making his dick jump right in front of your face.
You let out a surprised squeal. You doubted that all of that could fit in your mouth, but you were decided to make him curl his toes and moan for you, so you started licking his tip with little kitten licks, savoring the taste of his precum and sucking his balls, but without taking him completely in your mouth. Osamu sighed, pushing his shaft into you.
— Stop that of you want to cum tonight.
You started bobbing your head up and down, trying to take all of his length but it was impossible. Your eyes became teary and you legs a trembling mess, you wanted him to fuck you so, so bad.
— Enough.- said the boy, making you stand up. He manhandled your body so you were lying down over his strong legs. Osamu began stroking your ass, playing with the fat of your thighs and the hem of your skirt. He smiled to himself, would you get mad if he..? Then with a sharp hit, he slapped you. With a loud moan, you squirmed in his lap. Your skin was stinging, but surprisingly, you didn't dislike that. What you did dislike, was the fact that Osamu was laughing at you. He gently caressed the reddened area, asking you if you were okay continuing. You nodded, but the boy wasn't happy about it.
— Use your words. Don't be dumb.
— Yes, I want to continue Samu.
— Perfect.- The boy continued the cycle a few more times: First spanking and then stroking the area.
— See? I told you I was going to teach you a lesson. If I tell you to open your mouth you oblige. If I tell you to scream my name, you do it, it's simple.- You nodded again and again. Blabbering things Osamu didn't understand.- Is it hard for you? Are you too dumb?- He maneuvered your body so your back was against his chest and started touching your pussy with light feathered touches, as if he was getting revenge for your previous teasing. He played with your swollen clit and hardened nipples, licking and saying sweet things in your ears.
— Please Samu. Fuck me please.
— I'm prepping you doll. Let me finger you a little more and you are ready to go. M'kay?
—No Samu, I'm ready please.- You plead with tears in your eyes. You couldn't endure this for too much time. Osamu sighed, slapping your clit with his left hand. The sudden pain made your body jump forward, moaning at the pleasure. He coated his fingers in your juices, thinking what he was going to do.
He made you go on all fours, positioning his dick into your entrance and slowly entering you. He hissed at how good you feel, stroking your now reddened ass and thighs. Meanwhile, you couldn't form a single thought. The only thing in your mind was how full your pussy felt.
Osamu was telling you something, something you couldn't quite catch on, but he began thrusting into you. His thrusts started nice and slow, letting you adjust to his girth, but as the time passed they became fast and strong, making you loose the balance in your hands, and it consequence, making you fall head first into the bed. Your moans became muffled by the soft pillows, but you could still heard Osamus grunts and moans.
— Such a pretty doll, wish you could be always this good. Apologize for taking the potion and I'm gonna let you cum.- Nothing.- Hey? Are you listening?- He grabbed your hair, making you wince in pain.
— M' sorry Osamu, am sorry.- you cried out.
— Yeah that's what I like to hear.
His trusts became irregular, he could feel the knot in his stomach tightened and his abs tingling, so he reached between your bodies and started playing with your swollen clit. Pinching the little bundle of nerves and slapping it a few times. That was the last push you needed to come. Your vision became full of stars and your pussy clenched around Osamus dick.
— Fuck.- He muttered. He wanted to prolong your orgasm as much as possible, but if you continued to spasm around him like that, he would cum deep into your pussy, so he needed to relax himself.
The thought was exciting, he imagined your little hole full of his cum. Would you get mad? Would you cry even more?
But with one final trust, Osamu pulled away, cumming all over the curve of your ass.
As the boy tried to stabilize his rapid breathing, he saw how much of a mess you had become. Your thighs quivering, his cum dripping down your ass and your pretty pussy glistening with your own juices.
— Need to drink that potion again.
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atsumu miya, tokyo's friendly neighbourhood spiderman and waseda's number one setter, u19 worlds team setter, spammer at atsumurocks6578 and top 5 draft pick hopeful for the v-league. currently majoring in business because his parents wanted him to have a "backup" if sports didn't go his way. a celebrity on campus. here on a full scholarship.
osamu miya, the "guy in the chair" against his will for his twin brother. majoring in culinary sciences, but at this point knows more about tech than he wants to. rooms with sakusa so he won't drop a nuke on atsumu on a daily basis.
sakusa kiyoomi, philosophy major because he figures he'll make it with volleyball so he could pick up any major he wanted. twitter is a foreign concept but osamu's easing him into it, has gone viral on tiktok thanks to thirst trap edits. scholarship child.
suna rintaro, kinesiology major and atsumu's roommate (is paid in food by osamu for his sacrifices), also here on varsity scholarship and a prime pick for the v-league draft. questions his choice to go into sports every day, and wishes he could play games all day. kodzuken fan.
bokuto koutarou, literature major, censored on social media by his media team, is undergoing PR training but unsuccessfully since he falls for twitter scams too much. the "like these tweets for a fun animation" are the bane of his existence since he keeps liking them, only to be disappointed :(
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