#i miss dazai making cute faces

[ssaraexposs]

"Such a cute and polite kid. I wonder what he's saying":

The cute and polite kid:

[yayll]

~ a little something about Dazai slowly moving you in without you knowing ~

"Osamu, can I borrow a comb or something? I can't seem to find my hairbrush..."

You call out as you rummage through your duffle bag you brought to spend the weekend at his place. you do this as much as you can, it's lovely to spend time with the one you love... And also because he loses all sanity and rationality if he goes a few days without seeing you. You've been there before, and it's a nightmare for both you and anyone interacting with him. Poor baby!

He perks up, staring at you from across the room, chin resting on his palm and his eyes half-lidded. He's thinking about the day he hid that from you, along with a few other garments. He calls back, sounding scattered.

"Mm? Oh, you can borrow anything you want! Mine's behind the bathroom mirror."

"Okay!"

You open the mirror, and the shelf has not only your hairbrush, but one of your hair clips too. You tilt your head, calling back out.

"Nevermind! Found some of my stuff. Guess I left them here last time, heh."

He jumps at your new finding, quietly cursing himself for not hiding that before you came over. Dazai sighs deeply and immediately hops off the stool, beelining it to you. He clears his throat, playing dumb like the demon he is.

"Well, I think you should still use mine. Please, yours looks all old and yucky. If you keep using it all of your hair will fall out and you'll be bald and hate yourself for the rest of your life and nobody will want you! Except for me, of course~"

"... Um, I don't think so?"

"Well I do! Now, come on, let's get these silky locks in check."

He spins you around and immediately starts combing out your hair, humming a little tune to himself as he does so. He makes a mental note to hide the shirt and pajama shorts he kept last weekend too, that's for when he's alone at night. He also needs to make sure you willingly start leaving things, otherwise you'll freak if you're missing half your stuff. He's so gentle with you and having the time of his life, lightly dusting his fingers against the nape of your neck. He stifles a giggle behind that little smirk plastered on his face when you squirm a bit. He'll make sure you do it plenty of more times before you leave later. Maybe you'll finally beg like he's been wanting you to!

"There. All done."

He presses a soft kiss at the top of your head and you flash him a sweet smile. He could honestly pass out right there. And if he fell down, he'd be at your feet, and then he could be at your knees. Oh! And then you'd fuss over him and never leave his sight. And then... So so so cute...

You get a thoughtful look on your face, and turn to face him fully, popping his delusional little bubble.

"... Come to think of it, I feel like I always lose stuff at your place. You'll gather it for me if you find it, Osamu?"

At the mention of his name, he feels his entire body heat up. He blinks twice and tilts his head innocently. God, you look breathtaking when you're confused. He'll have to take a photo sometime for his album. You love posing for those, and he loves looking at you.

"Sure, but why don't you just... Leave things here from now on? You're here alllll the time, might as well just keep stuff here for safe keeping. I'll be the noble keeper of your things!"

You raise a brow, huffing into a laugh.

"Yeah? Is that what you want to be?"

His voice then becomes softer, needier, and dead serious. He stares right into your beautiful eyes, drowning himself in them. He mutters.

"For you, I'll be anything you want me to be. Afterall, I'm nothing more than a boy made of clay~"

You blush at that. Really hard. Amazing! he thinks. He reaches for your soft face that feels hot to the touch, cupping it inbetween his bandaged hands as he delicately rubs circles on your temples with the pad of his thumb. You wish you could look anywhere else right now because you're falling apart under him and he knows it.

"When you move in, you can do anything you want with the place. Especially with me."

"... Shouldn't we talk more about this another time?"

"Mmm no, not really."

He replies, his Hazelnut eyes go a little darker as he looks down at you.

"Hm, I think we should, cause you're too fast for me. You're like a Hare." You giggle as you say that, eyes twinkling.

"I like bunnies. I like you..."

He mumbles, going straight for your lips before you can say anything else.

Needless to say, you didn't get very far into the discussion after that. He wouldn't let that happen. And that's okay! He can adapt! He thinks he IS being a little pushy and a little too fast for your taste. He's sooo sorry, he'll take it slower next time. In between the sloppy kisses and the very indecent ways he uses his hands to toy with you, he desperately whispers in your ear one last time before he devours you fully.

"... We're staying together forever and ever, yeah?"

"Mmphhhmm..."

[chuellas]

Comfort Chain | Getting caught in the rain with them

⤷ Ft. Atsushi Nakajima, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara

Warnings | Fem!reader, terms of endearment used (bella, belladonna, doll, etc.), teeth rotting fluff, mention of blood in Akutagawa’s, total WC: 4.2k

A/N: Aaaahhhh I had sm fun writing these. Funny enough I had the most trouble with Chuuya’s :(

Atsushi (853 WC):

The torrential downpour has been going on for well over an hour now. A level four tsunami had been called around the same time and of course you were out during the time of the warning. 

You’ve been studying at this cafe a few blocks down from your apartment every day for almost a month now, it would have been longer, but you only just discovered the small gem. 

You wish you could say you went there for the quiet atmosphere, but if you’ ‘re being honest, there is some sort of agency in the same building that spends a lot of time in the cafe and they’re… rowdy on most days. No, you definitely didn’t come for the tranquility, what kept you coming was the cute white haired boy with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen. His eyes are always alight with glee when he’s around his colleagues, but you think you prefer to see the relaxed and almost somber look he wears when he comes down to the cafe on his own, a truly rare occasion, but something you’ve found yourself coming back just to catch another glimpse of it even though you’re pretty sure he has no knowledge of your existence.

So, you find yourself stuck in the cafe while the world around you becomes flooded, not wanting to take the chance of your expensive laptop getting drenched and completely ruined. You have far too many valuable resources and completed assignments there to let that happen. However, you’re stuck in a sort of predicament, you have to go home sooner or later to feed your cat. You can’t just stay at this cafe forever. 

You curse at yourself for not being prepared and at least bringing an umbrella. 

Maybe you can leave your laptop here with the shop owner and pick it back up from him when the sky isn’t dumping water onto the earth below it. You pack up your things, everything but your laptop and move to get out of the booth to talk to the old man behind the counter. You freeze when the front door to the cafe bursts open and makes you jump. 

Was that the wind?

You peer behind to find the cause of the comotion only to be faced with a soaked figure that you immediately recognize at the boy from the agency upstairs. He seems a little out of breath, as if he had just ran here from somewhere in the city and not from upstairs. The owner is the first to speak up as the white haired boy scans the room, like he’s looking for someone specifically.

”What the devil…Atsu-”

The boy doesn’t let him finish, his eyes landing on you and in an instant he’s striding over to you with purpose. “I’m so sorry, Uzumaki-sama, when I come back I’ll make sure to clean up all the water I tracked in but I needed to make sure she hadn’t left yet.”

You cluelessly look around to make sure it is indeed you that the boy is talking about, as if you aren’t the only one sitting in this cafe. You look back over to find him right in front of your table, arm outstretched with an umbrella in hand. Your lips part in shock at the gesture, this boy who you didn’t really know ran all this way from wherever he was in the city just to bring you an umbrella.

“Hi…Uh…I’m Atsushi Nakajima, we haven’t actually met yet but I’ve noticed you’re here almost every day around this time. It’s hard to miss you when you’re so pretty, y’know? A-and I’ve been wanting to introduce myself! But I always chicken out at the last minute but when it started to rain out I realized you were probably stuck here with no umbrella and…well…you seem really smart, I’m sure you can figure out the rest on your own…”

You blink, your mind trying to catch up with his rapid fire rambling. His words came out so fast they almost blended together. It seems Atsushi also hadn’t realized what he was saying because the same time it dawns on you that he called you pretty and your face flushes a bit, Atsushi’s face turns beet red.

You smile at him shyly and reach out for the umbrella he’s offering. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Atsushi.”

You introduce yourself and he seems to settle down and relax, just a dusting of pink spreads across his cheeks now. “Yeah, it’s nice to finally meet you too. Do you…Would you like me to escort you home? Just to make sure you make it alright! It’s pretty bad outside right now..”

You smile at him and let out an amused puff pair through your nose as you nod your head. “Yeah. I think I’d like that.”

Atsushi smiles widely at you, his eyes shining in that way you’ve come to adore. He takes not only the umbrella from you but your bag too. You thank the shop owner on your way out and Atsushi promises, once again, to be back shortly to clean. 

Akutagawa (776 WC):

The mission ended in a bloodshed, they always seemed to when Akutagawa was involved. His sharp tongue and usually disagreeable personality always makes your efforts in negotiations worthless. You could never understand why Mori insists that the two of you work together. It’s like Akutagawa cancels you out and vice versa.

Nevertheless, you both got the job done. Whether it was done peacefully or forcefully, it was still successful. Unfortunately for you, unlike Akutagawa, you weren’t gifted with a long range combative ability. Yours involves touching your targets, so things always get a little…messy for you. 

The two of you are wrapping things up when the heavy rainfall starts. The sound of the consistent and heavy pitter-patter from the rain hitting against the roof of the - now abandoned - warehouse is soothing. The tension in your body from your previous fight melts away with the melody each droplet creates. The sound almost puts you in a trance and suddenly you’re struck with the strongest urge to wash off the blood that soaks most of your clothing, the smell finally hitting you and making you want to crawl out of your skin.

Before you know what you’re doing, you’re moving towards the entrance of the warehouse and Akutagawa is calling after you. “Where the hell are you going? Were you not listening to me? The car will be here in 20 minutes.”

You weren’t listening, hadn’t even realized he’d been talking over all the noise. 

“I’m gonna clean up! Can’t go staining some poor unassuming mailman’s car, now can I? That would be rude, my dear Ryunosuke.” You look over your shoulder at him with a smile and eyes filled with mirth.

His own eyes narrow at you and he clicks his tongue in annoyance, which is nothing new for him, especially when your favorite pastime is pushing his buttons. You watch with sheer amusement when his brow pinches together and an expression of realization flashes across his face. You ready yourself for useless scolding on his part. 

When will he learn? You never listen to him. 

“So soaking the car in water is a better alternative? You’re going to catch a cold if you stand in the rain at this temperature, you imbecile.” Despite his words he follows you out of the building, covering himself with Rashomon so he doesn’t get soaked too.

You don’t respond to him right away, instead you take in a deep inhale and close your eyes to tilt your head up. You let out a long sigh of relief as you feel the heavy and hot blood wash away. It’s not the same as standing under a showerhead like you usually do, undressing in the shower so you can easily wash out the blood from everything all at once. 

No, the rain washing it all away somehow feels purifying. A funny thought considering you’re the farthest thing from the word — perfectly impure. There’s nothing wrong with it, you much prefer it that way. 

Trying to be perfect is overrated anyways.

You don’t know how long you stand there for, head tilted to the heavens in complete serenity. But you’re brought out of your daze when you suddenly stop feeling the rain rolling onto your skin. Your brow pinches together in confusion and you straighten your head to open your eyes only to find an extension of Rashomon now covering you too. You look at Akutagawa with a frown and he clicks his tongue again.

“You’re washed off, there’s no use in you standing in the rain any longer. Unless you planned on getting ill so you could leave me to do all your work for you.” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks to the side, ignoring the way your face lights up in amusement.

You coo at him. “Awe, Ryukun…Are you worried about me? You do care! This needs to be shared. I must tell Gin all about this-”

As you go to pull out your phone, Akutagawa uses his ability to snatch the device and easily crushes it. All you can do is look at him and let out a pathetic whine of complaint. Your lips are parted in utter disbelief as you gape at him.

You let out another noise in complaint and sigh. “What in the hell, Akutagawa? That was like the third phone this month, are you joking? You’re getting me a new one the second we get back.”

He still refuses to look at you but promptly lets out a scoff at your declaration and you can practically hear him roll his eyes. 

“Whatever…”

Your eye twitches at his response but, luckily for him, your ride arrives and narrowly saves his ass from your impending wrath.

Dazai (1268 WC):

You come to the conclusion that the universe is entirely against you on this shitty Monday morning. Nothing has gone right since you woke up. Your alarm never went off because your charger wasn’t plugged in properly, so you woke up late. Then when you finally got your phone on you’re met with 10 missed calls and 3 texts from Kunikida, a text from Ranpo, and 4 texts from Dazai.

You promptly ignore the texts from the other two and call Kunikida back. The blonde informs you of Ranpo’s deduction behind your tardiness and you confirm. Luckily, the agency’s second in command is far more understanding with you than he is when a certain brunette is running late or calls in. 

That’s the only good thing you had going for you this morning.

After you get off the phone you try to take a quick hot shower but the plumbing has other plans for you. For some reason the water in the dorms’ building would not get past mildly warm. You were stuck taking a less than relaxing/calming shower. It was at that point you thought you had given up all hope for a decent day.

You’d be proven wrong and shown by the universe that you were sorely mistaken. 

You quickly get dressed and finally decide to check your messages as you stuff your feet in your shoes, a piece of toast hanging from your mouth as you have one arm shoved through your coat sleeve. You imagine that you look like a complete fool but thankfully you couldn’t care less. You balance everything as you unlock your phone, ignoring Dazai’s messages and opening Ranpo’s first. 

From Master Detective🕵🏻: Heyyyy u should wake up. Ur already l8. I let Kunikida know ur alarm didn’t go off this morning. Seemed to settle him down. YW. Call him when u wake up!

You type out a quick thanks to Ranpo and stare at your phone wearily as you work yourself up to open and read Dazai’s most likely over the top messages. On most days you’d find yourself smiling like a clown at the fact you had a message from him but today you do not have the patience. 

A pang of guilt shoots through you at your previous thoughts and promptly look for his contact, rolling your eyes with a fond smile as you see the heart next to his name that you don’t remember putting there.

Dazai-kun ❤️‍🩹 (Received at 08:17): bellaaaa why aren’t you here yet? :( 

Dazai-kun ❤️‍🩹 (Received at 08:23): kunikida-kun is now blaming me for your absence ꒰(˶◞ ‸ ◟˶)꒱ 

Dazai-kun ❤️‍🩹 (Received at 08:29): my bella hates me! you want me dead!! youre not here :( youre not letting me know where you are :( youre not even opening my messages :((

You have to stop reading for your sanity. The way he refers to you as his bella makes your stomach twist in knots and your heart flutter in your chest. It’s nauseating and far too early for this. 

You should have kept reading Dazai’s messages. If you had, you would have known that he warned you about the incoming storm set to hit at any moment. If you had, you would’ve brought the umbrella you always forget at home. But because the damn bastard made you so flustered with his previous message you didn’t. This is somehow his fault, you decide. He did it on purpose.

The universe truly hates you today.

About a fourth of the way there is when it starts. You aren’t even given a light warning of sprinkling, the downpour starts and it just continues to get heavier the further you get. You consider just walking back to your apartment and calling it a day before it had even really started but then you know Kunikida would have a fit. So you resort to running.

You’re not a runner, you never have been. You’re uncoordinated and have bad knees. An awful combination in running. 

At about the halfway point you notice a figure in the distance walking towards you. You can’t quite make the person out but you do have the rational thought of ‘who the hell is crazy enough to be out here in the pouring rain right now?’ As if you aren’t currently in the same position -- maybe even in a worse position because at least this person had enough sense to bring an umbrella.

As you grow closer to crossing paths with the person you notice he’s wearing a familiar light tan trench coat and you almost collapse from relief. You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy to see that stupid trench coat. You pick up your speed and within 30 seconds you’re crashing into your savior and he loops an arm around you as he steadies the both of you.

“Shame on you, Belladonna. You didn’t read all of my messages. Leaving me on read like that and making me worry.” Dazai looks down at you with a smirk and you already regret running to him. “But! I couldn’t just wait around. Oh no! I had to save my damsel in distress!”

You let out a snort as you roll your eyes. “That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?”

You certainly don’t like the smug smile that curls at his lips. “I’ve noticed that you always forget your umbrella. So, when you didn’t respond to my messages, I just knew you would forget your umbrella again and guess what? I was right.”

You look up at him, completely unamused. You were grateful and you would have expressed said gratitude if it weren’t for that stupid smug grin that you would love to smack right off of his face. So instead you kiss your teeth and look away.

“So, what? You want a reward or something?”

That was clearly a mistake, because he lights up at your words and seems to seriously ponder what he could ask of you. Hopefully whatever it is, it’s realistic. Although knowing him, it won’t be.

“A kiss?” His voice has gone soft and his expression is hopeful.

Your stomach and chest both do that thing they did earlier and how the hell are you supposed to say no to that when he’s looking at you with those wide brown puppy eyes. You chew on the inside of your cheek nervously. In your mind, the decision had already been made far before he even asked you for the kiss. You bring a cold hand up to his surprisingly warm cheek and watch as his eyelids and long lashes flutter at your slight touch. You guide his face down to yours as you lean up to meet him halfway for the second time today. 

You watch as his eyes slide shut in anticipation, you pause for a few seconds, lips just a breath apart as you soak in this moment and try your best to commit it to memory. Finally you let your own eyes slide shut and gently press your lips to his. It’s gentle, his movements are soft, as if he’s scared to hurt you by accident. His lips are slightly chapped from the way he gnaws on them but it’s surprisingly nice. You both get so lost in each other that he loses his grip on the umbrella.

You make a noise of surprise and your eyes fly open when droplets start to hit your already soaked hair, you separate from Dazai and he lets out a noise of complaint, keeping you encased in his arms. “Dazai- The- The umbrella, Dazai!”

Chuuya (1.3k WC):

“Forecast didn’t say anything about rain today…”

You blink a few times, trying to comprehend the scene before you. You just got out of the most horrendous shift of your life. It has been a bad day for you all around and to top it off you didn’t even have a chance to check in with the one person that would make you feel better all day. But none of that even matters because here he is, standing before you under the overhang for drop off and pick up in front of the clinic you work at. 

You blink again before finally processing his presence. “...Chuuya? What are you doing here?” 

You aren’t ungrateful. You aren’t. In fact, you’re elated to see him here after the day you have, his presence alone brings you comfort. It’s just this one little detail that nags you in the back of your mind. You don’t think you’ve ever told Chuuya the exact clinic you work at, so how did he know he could find you here? 

As if sensing your hesitation, the ginger explains himself by holding up his phone and shaking it gently. “You have your location on…I wanted to walk you home since it seemed like you were having a rough day.”

You look away sheepishly, forgetting you set your location services on after losing your last phone. You look to the side where the downpour of rain ricochets off the large puddle and bounces back onto the ground, never truly settling. Chuuya was right, nothing was said about the possibility of rain, but here the two of you were ready to walk back when clearly mother nature had something to say about that. 

The joke’s on mother nature, though, because you’ve always loved the rain. You grab Chuuya’s hand and tug him towards the direction of your apartment which, luckily, isn’t too far of a walk from your workplace. It takes you 15 minutes maximum to get home on foot. 

“Any chance you brought an umbrella with you?” You stop right at the edge, reaching into the rain and watch as it instantly soaks your hand.

You look over to the ginger in confusion when he doesn’t respond right away. The look on his face is conflicted and you have to wonder what’s going on through his mind to have him make that face. Your patient and wait for him to come back to you. You’re always patient with him, you learned early on that he needs it and you think he’s worth it. 

Chuuya focuses back in, his gaze now clear and on you — the look on his face tells you that he’s made a decision. “I didn’t bring an umbrella, but…there’s something else…”

“What is it?” You tilt your head at him curiously and Chuuya’s grip on your hand tightens for a moment. 

“I’d have to show you. Do you trust me?” A hesitant look flashes across his face and you wordlessly reassure him with a single nod. “Okay. Okay. It might feel odd at first, some people have even told me it’s made them a little nauseous the first few times.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, clearly not following what he means. “I don’t- I’m not following…What are you talking about?”

Your face is painted with a perplexed expression and Chuuya realizes he’s not making any sense. His nerves don’t usually take over like this, but when it comes to you they always seem to get the better of him. You watch as he almost deflates, looking at you like a lost little puppy. The ginger lets out a sigh and his grip on your hand tightens once again. 

“You trust me?” He asks again, this time with more conviction.

You nod your head at him. “Of course I do.”

Chuuya smiles at you and then a strange aura washes over the both of you. A subtle red glow blankets itself over you, it’s warmth relaxing your muscles. There’s a certain weight in the air that there wasn’t before. Chuuya examines you carefully, searching for signs of any discomfort. However, there aren’t any for him to find because you’re completely at peace with this feeling. It’s the first time Chuuya has ever witnessed anyone so at ease while his ability is activated. It takes you less than a minute to realize what’s going on — your lips part in shock at the realization. 

“You’re…You have an ability too?” You’ve only ever met one other ability user, that you’re aware of at least and that was years ago.

Chuuya’s brows furrow at your words and then they shoot when he puts it together. “Too? So, you have a gift? This will be easier for me to explain then. My ability is gravity manipulation. At this very moment I’m using my manipulation to keep the rain from touching us.”

As if to demonstrate, the ginger pulls you out from under the awning and into the rain. You gasp and tense in anticipation of the rain completely soaking you to the bone. When it doesn’t you look to Chuuya and watch as the raindrops bounce right off him only millimeters above his skin. Then you look at your own limbs and it’s the very same effect — raindrops bouncing right off as if you’re repelling them and you suppose you technically are. You stare in wonder at the red glow still emanating from your bodies and you smile softly.

You both start walking hand in hand in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Chuuya clears his throat. “So…You have an ability too? Can I ask what it is?”

His voice comes out almost robotic and you look over to him in concern. His whole body is stiff and he’s looking everywhere but at you. You purse your lips at him, confused by his abnormal behavior. 

An idea comes to mind and you smile at him mischievously. He doesn’t notice of course so you easily turn around and grab hold of his other hand. You tug Chuuya towards you and guide him into a dance. You spin around and take a few steps, guiding him into a coordinated dance.

You clearly take him by surprise, so much so that he releases his ability and suddenly you’re both being drenched by the downpour mid dance. You let out a surprised squeal and pause, then look up to the sky with your eyes closed and smile wide as you laugh in pure glee. You straighten your head forward and open your eyes to look back at Chuuya with a wide smile still plastered on your face. The ginger looks completely starstruck, his eyes gazing at you with an adoring glint in them. It makes you blush, his brazen attitude and intensity never fails to create butterflies in your stomach. 

“Hey, you wanna be my girl?” Chuuya pulls you in, rain still soaking the two of you but neither one of you could care less. 

His words register slowly but when they do, you’re speaking before your brain can register that your mouth is moving. “Do you mean-? Yes. Absolutely, I would like nothing more than to be yours.”

Chuuya is pulling you in and crashes his wet lips to yours. The kiss is deep, his lips melding with yours perfectly, just like they always do. His touch is gentler than usual but you can feel him restraining himself. When you pull away you’re both slightly breathless. His forehead rests on yours and your breath mixes together. You start to flush when you realize that the two of you just kissed so intimately out in the open. 

Chuuya senses your embarrassment and chuckles, a smirk settling on his handsome features. “Why don’t we hurry to your apartment, then we can take a nice hot bath together. How’s that sound?”

You smile softly and nod, it’s like he could read your mind. “Sounds like heaven.”

[chuuyasheaven]

Lovely wife on the surface, freak under the sheets !! (Fyodor, Dazai, Chuuya)

TAGS. F. Dostoevsky, D. Osamu, C. Nakahara (separately) / Wife! Fem! Reader, p in v, oral sex, Fyodor’s might not be as spicy as the other two, masturbating (Fyodor), teasing, pet names, slight praise and degrading, slight brat taming (Fyodor, Chuuya), breeding kink (Chuuya), mentions of getting prego (Chuuya), might have grammar errors, etc.

NOTES. First two finals were good, yesterday in the english one, there was a task of writing a story and guess what I did? I wrote a cringy angsty soukoku fan fic 😭 but yeah small Drabble to feed y’all pookies!!!

F. DOSTOEVSKY

Everyone thinks you and Fyodor are a good match, because look at you! His pretty little wife who does everything she’s told, never thinking of saying ‘no’ to her husband.

But sometimes, you like being a little disobedient just to get punished by him. So that’s why you probably were fingering yourself, the cold wedding ring adding more to the pleasure. When Fyodor caught you, your legs were spread and your wet cunt was on display for him, so he obviously knew that you let yourself get caught on purpose.

“Such a naughty little wife, hm?”, Fyodor hummed as he slowly let his finger drag across your wet folds, picking up your wetness. “My, my, look at how wet you are, darling. Couldn’t even wait for me to come back, no? You know your fingers aren’t good as mine.”, he was right, his pale, long slender fingers could reach spots you never could on your own. “I know, but you took so long!!”, you whined, “Please help me out, Fedya.”, Fyodor chuckled, two fingers, going around your dripping cunt to avoid it. “I don’t know, a naughty wife who doesn’t follow her husbands orders shouldn’t get the pleasure they crave.”, wasn’t he right though? He specifically told you not to pleasure yourself when he wasn’t around, didn’t he?

“C’mon, Fedya, please!”, you begged him, moving around to get his fingers to touch your cunt at least once. “So desperate, aren’t we?”, he teased, a smirk making it on his face. “I’ll never do it again, promise. . You were gone for too long and I just missed you! Please, please, please, Fedya! Need your fingers in me.”, aw that’s cute, maybe he should give in to your pleas? “Do you think you deserve it, my dear?”, you better not lie and say something he didn’t wanna hear. “No but I’ll make it up to you! I will earn it.”, Fyodor really didn’t think of this answer, but went with it either way. “You’re gonna earn it?”, you nodded and sat up. “Promise.”, He was satisfied with that.

“Then come and earn it, love.”

D. OSAMU

Dazai wasn’t the possessive type, but when it came to you, his wife, then he might be. Especially when a man was flirting with you, even though you clearly have a ring on your finger! Luckily for you, Dazai was with you when this happened earlier. All that happened because of the dress you had on, a dress which was hugging your figure nicely, hell, if he didn’t know any better he would be flirting with you too!

Well, bless the heavens and the above for catching you before anyone else did, because you feel way too good than you should, he also had the privilege of ripping the very same dress of off you.

“You look way too sexier than you should, ‘donna.”, Dazai was working his tongue on your cunt, sending light vibrations to it by talking to you. You just nodded, being a little spent because this was going on for two rounds straight. “Oh, so you agree?”, he asks you, his hot breath moving further away from your cunt. “No, Dazai— don’t stop!”, you whined, but Dazai just chuckled deeply. “I gotta disagree with you on this one, sweetheart. . I think you’re rather divine, your taste especially.”, this teasing asshole, why was he asking you questions instead of making you cum for a third time. “My beautiful wife, thinking she isn’t sexy. . Maybe I need to convince her?”, Dazai was standing up, giving you the illusion of depriving you of your— much deserved in your opinion —orgasm. But no, he was far from done with you.

The amount of bliss you felt when he pushed his cock in you, nearly screaming of how sudden it was to you. “I think I already know how to.”, his hips started moving against yours while his hands were holding onto yours. Your moans were pulled from you again, you grabbed the sheets in the amount of pleasure he made you feel.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby. . Just keep being such a good wife for me, ‘kay?”

C. NAKAHARA

Before your husband, Chuuya, came through the door, you were backing him a small cake. Just like a good wife should, also wearing a cute apron with the saying “Kiss the chef”. All went well so far and Chuuya walked through the door, not to greet you, that is.

You are a good wife, but sometimes you can be a little deceiving. A prime example being those photos you sent Chuuya at least a hour before his work ended, photos which included you in his favorite lace lingerie with the caption “miss you”. And what was your reason? Just to tease him a little, maybe a little motivation to work faster to get home earlier.

He was impatient, he’s been waiting for a hour to get home to you, just to not even get to the bedroom. That’s right, he was gonna take you right at the kitchen counter. Chuuya took off your shirt to see you were still wearing the set, a smirk was curving up on his lips. “You’re still wearing this, doll?”, he asked you, since you were bent over the counter he couldn’t see your smile on your face, but he could hear your giggle. “Yeah, just for you.”, you admitted in a teasing tone. “Just for me? Well then allow me. .”, he replied, pulling your lace panties to the side.

Chuuya wasn’t going slow at it, he was basically going so fast and hard that the counter legit started to shake slightly. His hips slapping against your ass, your moans filling the kitchen along side by his groans and breathy cursing. “Couldn’t wait for me to— mhm, fuck —to come home, hm? Sendin’ me photos of you looking so perfect sayin’ you miss me.”, he groaned, all you replied with was a moan. “Such a little slut, you jus’ wanted to get fucked, didn’t you? Teasin’ me at work just for a good fuck.”, Chuuya could feel his orgasm approaching, your cunt clenching around him only sped up the process.

“Ch–chuuya— ngh!”, you moaned out his name in bliss, Chuuya sped up the pace. “Want me to cum inside you, baby? Want me to fill you up so fuckin’ good?”, he asked in a low mocking tone, waiting for a response from you. “Y–yes! Ah— please!”, his cock twitched when you gave him the permission. “Yeah? Gonna fill you up so much you’ll be leakin’. . ‘till you might get pregnant.”, he didn’t really mean it, did he? It was all in the heat of the moment, right? Nonetheless, it turned you on with the way he said it. A deep chuckle was heard from him as he felt you clench down again. “You like that, doll? You wanna get pregnant with our child— oh fuck —you’re squeezin’ me so tight. . You sure you want it?”, you repeatedly moaned a yes, making him smirk. “C–cumming!”, you almost screamed, the amount of pleasure being a bit overwhelming.

“Yeah, just like that. . Take it like a good girl, baby. Hm— keep clenchin’ like that so nothin’ spills, understood?”

Hi again 😋 hope y’all are well fed now :3

[chuuyascumsock]

Where Gay Goes to Die || Minors DNI

Summary: I have no words, and no apology because this actually slapped so hard. Let’s go lesbians lmao. Happy pride month.

Tags: Female! Chuuya Nakahara/Reader/Fem! Osamu Dazai, Afab reader, Threesome, Brief Voyeurism, Pet Names (Baby, Doll, Belladonna, Love, Pretty Girl, etc.), Classic Dazai-Chuuya Bickering, Fingering, Nipple Play, Hair Pulling, Face Sitting, Squirting, Strap-on Use, Slight Bit of Aftercare, Hints of a Poly At The End, Idk Maybe I’ll Make a Part Two, Haven't Decided, Honestly Downright Filthy Smut, Literally Wanna Be Stuffed Between Them Like a Sub Sandwich.

How you ended up in bed between your co-worker and her ex-partner from the mafia was a mystery to you. 

One minute you were having drinks with the ADA earlier that night before slinking off to grab another drink from the bar. And the next you were being complimented by one of the five mafia executives herself who was sitting nearby, Nakahara Chuuya. You’ve never had anyone so boldly eye fuck you while smoothly commenting on the way you fought during one of your missions— and against their organization no less. Chuuya was ethereally beautiful, her russet tresses fell over her freckled shoulders, sleek dress hugging her physique tightly to reveal her curves. The most captivating characteristic of hers had to be her heterochromatic eyes, soft blue and brown that sealed your fate as she dragged you away from the bar shortly after your interaction.

Dazai had only noticed your disappearance after she was finished with her Sake. Whining and complaining to Kunikida about how much she missed you, Kunikida scoffed and fixed her glasses. “The last I saw her was talking to the bartender.”

Dazai was quick to jump to her feet and trail off to the bar, only to find no one but the bartender there. When asked, the bartender nodded his head off to the back door that led to an alleyway with a small warning that you had left with a woman described way too familiar with Dazai. Not only was it Dazai’s ex-partner back in the mafia, but you had fought against her just the other day. Dazai felt off when approaching the door, weary of what to expect.

Entering the alleyway, Dazai hadn’t been expecting to see Chuuya feeling your soft body up with her gloved hands while shoving her tongue down your throat and vice versa. 

It took minutes for either of you to notice Dazai’s presence, too caught up in one another to see her staring you down as Chuuya had her way with you. The woman had tugged at the neckline of your tight dress, freeing your breasts to the cold air for the brunette to see before cupping and squeezing them. Your soft and cute mewls had both women wanting more as Chuuya’s lips captured yours again in a sloppy kiss.

Something in Dazai snapped and she knew that there was no more hiding her want for you behind sweet, charismatic smiles and adoring looks from across the office. She cleared her throat, a small gasp of surprise leaving you and not much of a reaction from Chuuya. 

“The hell do you want, shitty Dazai?” Chuuya nearly rolled her eyes as she kept your plush tits groped and spilling between her gloved hands. 

“What are you doing here?” You timidly ask, embarrassed for getting caught, especially with someone who was supposed to be the agency’s enemy.

Dazai kept her composure. “You were gone for too long so I came looking for you— but I see that you’re busy.” She completely ignores Chuuya for the time being.

“Sorry…” You whisper bashfully, head tilting down in shame.

“Well she’s perfectly fine, so you can leave now,” Chuuya grumbles, leaning forward to litter your throat with more hickies.

“I don’t think so— it’d be a shame for the president and Mori to find out what’s happening right now. Why don’t we talk about this at your place, hm, Chibi?” Dazai was clearly planning something.

And that something ended up with you sandwiched between both women in Chuuya’s king sized bed— Dazai’s long, manicured fingers stuffed in your cunt to the knuckles while Chuuya’s tongue entangled with yours, her calloused hand pinching one of your nipples between her fingers.

The loud squelching of your pussy around Dazai’s fingers makes your ears burn as you moan into Chuuya’s mouth, kisses growing messy and mostly tongue filled. Dazai grins in satisfaction as she presses a thumb to rub at your throbbing clit, enjoying every second of your soft walls clenching around her fingers. “Look at how cute her pussy is, Chuuya. Such a needy little slut— wanting both of us at once.”

Chuuya’s lips disconnect from yours, leaving a small string of saliva to break apart from your panting mouths. “Can’t you keep your big mouth shut for three seconds? You’re ruining the mood with your annoying voice,” She mutters in irritation at Dazai’s voice while looking anyway, her gaze glued to your slick pussy as Dazai’s fingers thrust back inside. Chuuya bites into her bottom lip at the scene momentarily before moving back to marking your neck up with love bites.

Dazai blissfully ignores Chuuya’s snippy comment, curling her long fingers to rub into a certain spot that makes your thighs quiver. “She’s so soft, I bet she tastes good too.” The brunette hums thoughtfully, her eyes trailing from your soaked pussy up to your eyes. “Do you?” She smiles mockingly, watching you stumble incoherently over your words into a muddle of whimpers. Her bottom lip juts out into a small pout as she continues to taunt you. “Oh, poor baby… can’t even talk— do my fingers feel that good?”

There’s a small wince as you feel Chuuya sink her teeth into your shoulder just slightly harder than the other bites when Dazai talks, most likely annoyed by how much more she was doing. Wanting more attention, Chuuya growls out, “Oh please, she’ll be crying over my strap compared to your lousy fingers.” 

“Toys? A bit of a cheater, aren’t you, Chuuya? Can’t satisfy her on your own?” Dazai finally responds, mockery evident in her tone.

“Keep talking and I’ll throw your ass out to walk home in the cold.” Chuuya glares at Dazai before she moves away from you momentarily to crawl over to her nightstand to grab out a bottle of lube, harness, and a relatively long dildo. 

Your face must’ve shown just how intimidating the size of the toy was as Dazai gives a light laugh. “Too big for you, darling? Bet you wanna keep my fingers,” She says in a sing-song voice, curling her digits once more. It’s enough to distract you momentarily from their bickering as you feel a familiar feeling building in your lower tummy.

“Relax, doll. It’s only eight inches,” Chuuya sighs nonchalantly, already strapping the harness around her hips and prepping the silicon toy with a thick glob of lube. The sight of Chuuya slicking the toy up with her hand only makes you clench tighter around Dazai’s digits.

“Well some of us aren’t as loose as you are, Chuuya-dear.” Dazai gives a faux innocent smile, malice clear in her eyes and tone. Her fingers falter a bit at Chuuya’s next words.

“You’ve got to be out of your damn mind to talk— you should be considered a fucking graveyard at this point with how many bones you’ve had in you.” Chuuya scoffs, slapping Dazai’s hand away from you as she grabs one of your ankles with her other hand to drag you to her.

You give a small whine, eyes hazy as your orgasm was ripped away from you. 

Chuuya’s gaze falls back to a softer expression as she looks down at you, “I got you, doll.” Her hands move over to grab your hips and lift them until your lower back and ass are resting on the tops of her thighs, bright purple dildo resting between your ass cheeks.

“Well now you’re just being unfair,” Dazai complains, voice pitchy as she gives Chuuya a nasty look.

Before Chuuya could make a snippy remark about her leaving, you reach to lightly tap the brunette’s knee, signaling her to straddle your head. “Just so no one is left out…” You murmur, flustered.

“Well aren’t you just a sweetheart?” Dazai’s mopey expression washes away quickly as she shifts to make her way across the bed to straddle her knees on either side of your head. Her head tilts down to look at you, lips pulled back into a grin and lithe fingers threading into your hair. “You look cute between my legs, ‘donna…” 

Your eyes lull as your gaze drops from her face to her  cleanly shaven pussy, folds practically drooling with arousal which makes your mouth water. You nearly forget about the strap-on nudging against your entrance until it’s pushing in with no warning, the bulbous tip stretching you back open, though not as much as Dazai’s fingers had been. As your lips part to gasp at the sensation, Dazai is lowering herself down until your mouth is enveloping her, your tongue pushing through her folds and labia to lap along her tight hole.

You think you could drown in these women and let them fuck you until you’re nothing but a mindless, pussy-drunk slut for them, your hands coming up to grip into Dazai’s bandaged thighs and your hips jerking to take Chuuya’s strap deeper. And they don’t even keep it from you, letting you have your way as Dazai settles her weight fully onto you and Chuuya shifts to slip deeper into your aching core, walls greedily clutching around the dildo. Your moans are muffled by Dazai, your tongue laving through her succulent pink cunt, clit throbbing wildly against your muscle. She isn’t sweet like how it’s always described, a musky arousal evading your senses— but it isn’t unpleasant and it has you slurping noisily at her sloppy pussy loudly, making her moan and buck gently against your mouth.

It’s overwhelming how they both selfishly take as much as they give, Dazai’s free hand reaching behind her to rub your clit as she rides your face and Chuuya is sinking into you to the hilt and pulling away to create a tortuous pace, her hands gripping into the flesh of your hips. Your ears are muffled and you can’t tell if it’s from the pleasure or Dazai’s thighs pressing to your ears, hips rolling down to hump against your wriggling tongue.

“O-Oh, fuck, look at you… made for eating this pussy, huh, ‘donna?” Dazai groans, her fingers tightening in your hair painfully which causes you to gently scrape your teeth along her clit. She gasps and releases your hair slightly, fixing it almost apologetically and pets it down, her other hand now resting to cup your mound, middle and ring fingers gently rubbing circles into your clit.

You don’t let the stinging sensation in your scalp bother you when Chuuya’s pace picks up and her hips are slapping against yours, thighs jiggling each time she fucks the dildo deeper into your sopping pussy. That and Dazai’s insistent rubbing against your clit has that coil tightening in your lower abdomen once more. You wish you could see the way Chuuya thrusts into your eager pussy, the loud squelching of the dlido fucking into you being all you had to know how good she was treating it. 

“Shit… look at you taking it all, dollface— your pretty pussy is sucking me in so. damn. tight,” Chuuya growls, hips slapping harsher with punctuated words, your body jolting with choked breaths. 

“Don’t be so rough with her,” Dazai chides, not really caring about her being rough, but wanting to piss Chuuya off.

It works as Chuuya glares at Dazai and only picks up the pace, thighs stinging with each thrust as you feel her skin slap against yours and her grip grow tighter on your hips. “Don’t tell me how to fuck my girl, shitty Dazai.”

“Your girl?” Dazai humorlessly laughs out before letting out a small moan from your mouth sucking at her clit again. “Please— after this, she’s with me. I’m just nice enough to share this once.”

“Like hell, I made a move first, go find someone else to whore around with,” A huff leaves Chuuya, but her pace doesn’t change and neither does Dazai’s fingers against your clit. It has your mind reeling and body twitching, nearly teetering the edge of a climax— not that either woman noticed as they continued to bicker. 

“Well I SAW her first, I called dibs. Besides, she works at the agency with me so that means that she’ll be coming back with me anyways. You lose, face it, Chibi.”

“Doesn’t matter if you saw her first, you’re just mad that I acted before you did. You’re such a petulant child, can’t even handle losing to me for once.”

“That’s because I didn’t lose, she’s mine.”

“Oh, you fuckin’ bitch—“

Their arguing is cut off by a loud muffled whine from you and an orgasm that has your body shuddering deeply, your pussy creaming all over the purple dildo. A small, frothy ring of your cum forms around the base with each thrust, leaving the two women to finally quiet down as they watch, movements faltering to a slow pace momentarily.

“Fuck… I wanna make her squirt now,” Chuuya exhales quietly.

Dazai nods slowly before murmuring, “Finally, something we can agree on.”

You pick up on their muttering and let out a muffled groan into Dazai’s pussy in attempts to disagree, not sure if you were able to take another orgasm, but it falls upon deaf ears and their movements pick back up to a frenzied mess now.

You squirm beneath them, eyes squeezing shut and limbs spasming as they overstimulate your flushed pussy, folds puffy and clit thrumming as Dazai adds even more pressure to your sensitive nub. You try so hard to focus on Dazai’s rutting against your mouth, but it’s difficult when they’re double teaming you like this and Dazai takes over, allowing her hips to grind down on your face. Her clit bumps against your nose and your tongue occasionally slips into her clenching hole, serving her just enough as she tries to desperately reach her own climax.

“C’mon, hun, let go for us, yeah? We know you can come again— wanna see you squirt, baby,” Dazai pants out, her bangs sticking to her forehead from the sheen of sweat she was working up. You can’t see Chuuya, but you know she must look similar to Dazai’s state.

Your head feels like it’s underwater and you can’t help but give into what the two women want, thighs clamping around Chuuya’s waist as your eyes flutter closed and your second orgasm crashes over you more intensely to the point your ears start to ring. A stream of arousal squirts out, splashing against Dazai’s fingers and Chuuya’s lower abdomen. A soft gasp slips from their lips and Dazai can’t help but come at the sight, her viscous cum coating your tongue and slipping down your throat like honey. It’s a pleasant feeling and tastes almost like nothing with a hint of her scent, making you moan weakly against her as her hips falter to slow down but refuse to let up from your mouth, insides pulsing against your tired tongue.

It’s a couple minutes until you gather your bearings and Dazai finally lifts her hips, breath hitching at the string of your saliva and her cum connecting your mouth to her pussy that breaks when she pulls away. It nearly gets her worked up enough for another round, but she presses the feeling down and moves to lay beside you, clinging to your side and burying her face into your neck. 

Chuuya pulls out of you shortly after, slipping the harness off her hips and begins to clean up. She disappears off into the bathroom momentarily and returns with a small rag to clean your face off first of Dazai’s cum and then between your legs. The mafioso pecks your lips gently in comparison to her rough treatment earlier and glances at Dazai, throwing the rag at her lazily without a care. “Clean yourself up, would you?”

“What?” Dazai whines out, “How come she gets the princess treatment and I’m treated like a peasant?”

“Because you are one, you’re lucky I haven’t kicked you out at this point,” Chuuya clicks her tongue and turns her attention back to you and scoops you up into her arms. “I’m starting a bath, I don’t give a damn if you join or not,” She says to Dazai over her shoulder, leaving the brunette to complain about the unfair treatment she’s getting as she stumbles up to follow after the both of you. 

With your arms looping around Chuuya’s neck lazily, a small smile curls in your lips, knowing that this wouldn’t be a one time thing.

[livelaughlovesubs]

can you do a public sex w dazai and you get caught? idk how to request sorry if i sound rude

It’s alright dear, no worries. I hope you don’t mind it being on the shorter side :>

Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gender neutral

Warning: getting caught, teasing, stepping, clothed sex, biting, hair pulling

Features: poor kunikida

“Why don’t you come over to my place?”

That’s what he suggested, all of a sudden, in the middle of the day. Every other person would be slaving away at work, though he seems to have a lot of free time with his job. Wasn’t he a detective of some sorts? It makes sense, that kind of occupation isn’t consistent. Nevertheless, since today was your day off you decided to entertain his spontaneous idea.

You knocked on his door, looking around as you waited. His place… hah, the address he gave you was the armed detective agency though. Isn’t this his work place? The brown haired male ripped the door open with enthusiasm and grinned as he said, “you are finally here! Kept me waiting enough didn’t you?” Within the next few seconds, he pulled you inside and slammed the door shut. Then he pushed you until you sat down on the couch.

“Ugh! The hell’s wrong with you, dazai?” Without having a chance to react, he kneeled down and rubbed his face against your leg. “Haha, you took so long.” You twitched a little at his action, ruffling your hand through his hair to get a good grip, before you yanked on them. “And? Why so impatient? You didn’t mention a time.” Dazai smirked, he looked so scheming and all knowing, it was irritating. “You came at just the right time~ It’s my lunch break.” Suddenly he grabbed your ankle, moving it closer to his face and rubbing it against his cheeks. He didn’t break eye contact with you while doing that.

“What do you think you are doing, osamu?” A stern tone, contradictory to the previous light one. You noticed his bottom lips trembling a little, almost as if he was excited and ecstatic. Slowly, you moved your shoe away from his cheek but instead traced a nonexistent line down his upper body. First tapping his chin slightly, then grazing the tip of your shoe against his torso, from his chest to his pelvis. “You aren’t allowed to touch me without permission, you know that.” Instead of moving lower, you remained at his pelvis, right above the place where he desires your touch the most. “So? I did it anyway, what now?” How cheeky he was, luckily for him you liked it.

Not wasting any time chitchatting, you commented, “Fine, i can already guess what you want from me.” Afterwards you pressed your shoe against his crotch. “You want to do filthy things at your workplace? So naughty of you.” “Mhm, am I the only one though? You did came, after all.” Look at him acting all smart, what a headache he is. “This still doesn’t top you wanting to get caught by your colleagues.” What other reason would he have to do it here.

There was no response, or rather, it was an unexpected kind of response. The brunette only smiled a bit more, the corners of his mouth twitched. He licked his lips, eyes half lidded and bearing so much neediness behind them. It was so pathetic that you found it cute. So as a rewards you stepped onto his bulging dick with more pressure, having his entire body shudder in pleasure. “Ah-mhmm! Oh fuck- haha…” He yelped and wore a dumb smile, one that exposed his lust, if it wasn’t obvious enough.

The more it hurt, the more he loved it, and the more you stepped down, the more his face twisted into a blissful expression. Soon you noticed his pants getting a wet spot beneath your soles, as well as some of that dirty fluid clenching to you. “Why are you so needy today?” You mocked him, watching him shake while you intensify the pressure more and more. “NmMHN-aaAhh… i missed you?” That man said, already spouting nonsense. You smirked back at him, then raised your foot and stomped on him.

“GaAahhHH..!” An ear splitting sound erupted, echoing through the empty halls of the agency. Since no one was there, you didn’t think much about the volume. But as fate has intended, there was someone outside on the floor. You even heard the voice say, “who’s there?” Shit, what now. Should you just act as if nothing happened? Maybe he didn’t hear the screa-

“Didn’t someone scream?” You heard his voice erupt from the other side of the door. “Oh, it’s kunikida.” It seems like your partner knew him. Before you got any chance to talk to dazai about it, kunikida slammed the door open. He was so ready to chase out the intruders or whoever there was, if he didn’t just witness a scene he didn’t wish to see. Heck he didn’t even want to imagine it. “Ughh, dazai?! Go somewhere else next time.” Then that blond haired male just reprimanded his colleague and left without a word. “Haha, he was surprised huh? Well anyway, let’s just continue shall we?” Dazai suggested, but you firmly responded, “no. My mood’s ruined.”

He pouted so sweetly and begged you, but you stayed stubborn. In the end, he promised to make it up to you later, in a different way..?

[osachiyo]

'*•.¸♡ 'WHAT A TEASE ! ♡¸.•*'

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ various bsd men x fem!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ including! dazai, chuuya & fyodor

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ cw! teasing,petnames, mentions of spanking, nsfw, reader is a menace as usual, chuuya being done with reader, degradation, humiliation, mentions of choking, masturbation at work, threats of punishing reader etc, reader is down bad for fyodor because I'm down bad for this menace of a Russian man, toxic relationship (fyodor)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ summary! you're absolutely bored out of your mind at home. with nothing better to do, you decide to send your lover some frisky photos/texts/audios to make him suffer because why not?

MINORS DNI OR I WILL THROW YOU INTO THE OCEAN!!

: ̗̀➛Dazai Osamu

You and Dazai have been dating for about one year and a half. The relationship was very sexually active but neither of you minded, really. You two enjoyed it very much in fact. So clearly the sex was never boring with Dazai. He knew exactly what spots to hit, if you'd like it hard or soft on that particular day and so on. But there was something you both did not try yet and you figured why not try it today?

Dazai was at work, spending his time at the Detective Agency. While you, on the otherhand, were at home bored out of your mind. You texted Dazai two hours ago, asking him if he had lunch yet. He responded with a "yes, have you eaten yet?" You responded in the affirmative and that was it. No more texts exchanged after that. You stare at the messages with a furrowed brow, missing him already. You got up from the sofa with a sigh and turned the TV off, then proceeded to head towards your bedroom when you remembered something. You bought a cute pair of lingerie last week which you haven't shown Dazai yet..a devious smirk appears on your face. You just had the perfect idea to cure your boredom.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

Dazai was getting an earful from Kunikida when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He waved Kunikida off while pulling his phone out of his pocket. The blonde man, clearly very pissed off, was about to swing his right arm at Dazai when he suddenly gasped with his eyes as wide as saucers as he looked at whatever was on his phone. Kunikida raised an eyebrow as he leaned forward to see what surprised Dazai so much but the brown haired man shoved his phone back in his pocket but this time with a very serious face. He looked at Kunikida blankly before excusing himself to the bathroom. He got up from the chair and stormed off to the bathroom while trying to hide his raging hard on as best as he could. He slammed the bathroom door closed behind him as he reopens the image of you in the cutest fucking pair of lingerie he's ever seen. The cute little straps of the top piece digging into your soft flesh so sinfully and hugging your figure so fucking deliciously. He wanted to fuck you in the lingerie so bad, make you scream his name so loud that you'd get a noise complaint afterwards. Dazai could feel his breath quicken the longer he stares at the photo. You also sent him a text saying "I miss you, 'samu :("

What a little minx you were! But it's okay, two can play this game.

After a few moments of waiting, you heard your phone ping. You open it quickly to see what Dazai said and-

It was a video of him jerking his cock. His pants unbuttoned and pulled down to his knees. His hand stroking his cock and his thumb swiping over his slit occasionally. You could hear his soft grunts and moans of your name echoing from the bathroom walls through the video. His stroking got faster as his moans got louder, his hips thrusting up to meet his strokes. Precum dripping from his cockhead in beady pearls as he throws his head back with a particularly loud grunt. You could see his cock twitch one, two, three times before it spurts out milky cum all over his hand and thighs. You lick your lips. God you wanna taste him so fucking bad.

Did you really think you could tease Dazai without him getting you back? Silly girl.

: ̗̀➛ Chuuya Nakahara

You absolutely adored your boyfriend Chuuya. He was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. Your sex life with him was quite spicy as well. Even if he was busy most of the time, he would still squeeze in time for you and you appreciated his efforts very much. But you couldn't help but feel lonely without your hot-headed boyfriend keeping you company tonight. You twirled the glass of red wine in your hand, the deep red liquid swirling around in the glass as you sigh. You set the glass down gently and take your phone, opening the camera. You took some cute photos of yourself in the deep red slik robe Chuuya bought for you. As you were about to take another photo, an idea pops in your mind. Now, you love your boyfriend very very much. But you also love to tease the absolute shit out of him. So you undo the robe, your cleavage now very apparent as you angle the phone just right. You know Chuuya goes wild for your boobs and you’re gonna take advantage of that fact.

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Chuuya was in the middle of beating the shit out of a dude when his phone pinged. He pulled out his phone abruptly, shocking the man. The enemy then took this opportunity to shoot at him when Chuuya swung at his jaw, dislocating it as the man falls to the ground. Chuuya scoffs then looks at what you sent him. His eyes widened in surprise as he stares at the photos of you showing your beautiful breasts off. The deep red material of the robe barely covering your mounds. He could see your hard nipples through the fabric. He could also see light purple bruises and bite marks adorning your chest area and it reminds him of the night before. The night where he worshipped and kissed each inch of your body as he thrusted into you. He replays the scene over and over again in his head. The gorgeous scene of your back arching as his tongue circles over your erect and swollen nipples. His hand toying with the other one he couldn't take into his mouth. Chuuya could feel his mouth watering from looking at your delicious breasts. He couldn't wait to get home. But you had to be punished for teasing him like this. He left you on read as he heads over to your shared apartment, he was in quite a rush while doing so. He could not wait to get his hands on you. Just you fucking wait.

: ̗̀➛ Fyodor Dostoevsky

Your relationship with Fyodor was...interesting to say the least. You were more like a pet to him than a lover. But you didn't mind, didn't mind at all actually. Your obsession with the said man forced you not to care. He could call you a desperate little slut for doing absolutely anything to receive a shred of his affection and you would eagerly agree with him. But he was actually quite nice to you. Most of the time, atleast. But you were more than okay with that. As long as you got to stay with him.

Usually you would try not to mind his absence too much as he didn't like it when you whined and begged him to stay with you. He claimed that he was busy and didn't have all the time in the world for you. You understood, of course. But tonight...tonight was different. Tonight you felt so fucking needy and you needed to have Fyodor touch you. Your gooey and dripping hole was begging to be filled. But the problem was that Fyodor was not home to satisfy your burning desires. Fyodor's sex drive was quite low but he did enjoy indulging in you from time to time. You needed him right now. You had a hidden stash of sex toys that Fyodor never found out about. You couldn't figure out how he didn't know about it though, considering he knows every single detail about you. But maybe he did know and just never brought it up? You decided not to think about it too much, giving into your need of sexual pleasure. You dug up a purple dildo from the box. If you remembered correctly...ah yes! It vibrates too. You quickly sit back on the bed, your back leaning against the headboard as you hit record. You place the phone so it shows your dripping pussy and your upper thighs spread apart and take a deep breath. Hopefully this can get home a little bit faster.

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Fyodor was staring at one of his many screens as he plotted his master plan when- ping! His phone lit up with a notification. He took his phone and opened it, immediately taking him to his messages with you. He sees a 7 minute video sent by you. The raven haired man leans back in his chair and hits play.

His eyes widened a bit when he saw the view in front of him. Your legs spread apart, showing your glistening pussy to him. He could see everything. He could also hear your laboured breaths as you bring a purple dildo close to your cunt, rubbing it on your folds then spreading your pussy apart with your fingers before dragging the vibrating dildo from your clit and then down to your hole. He could see your hole clenching over nothing as more of your sweet nectar spills out of it. Fyodor could feel his pants tightening around him, his member erect against the material of his pants. He sucks in a breath when you slowly insert the dildo in your hole, whining his name out in the process making him clench his phone between his lithe fingers. He watches the video fully. He watched as you pleasured yourself without him. He watched as you touched his pussy without his permission. He watched as you came all over the once pristine sheets, soaking them with your cum and slick without his fucking permission. He watched as you moved the phone to your face afterwards, sucking the dildo off, cleaning it with your tongue as you would do with his cock.

Fyodor sent you a text reading, "I hope you enjoyed yourself, myshka. Because you're not cumming for a long time. You're in for a long night tonight, you slut."

Congratulations, you were absolutely fucked.

©sachiyoh- do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

TAGLIST! @luvyein

[syoounn]

•A little scenario saying they are handsome

•Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Sigma

(Part 2)

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Dazai placed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. He just got home, and it's not surprising he'll get so cuddly.

While he's busy feeling your warmth.. you were staring at him and admiring his features.

Dazai lets out a heavy sigh, shifting his position to face you. He looks at you sleepily but quickly becomes curious when you don’t look away from him. After a moment, he chuckles.

“Hmm.. bella, you’re either staring at me cause you love me or cause you hate me. Which is it.. hmm?” He asks, still keeping his voice low.

"Nothing.... you just look handsome.." You said.

Dazai smirks at your bluntness, scooting closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

“Oh, so you think I look good, hm?” He asks, playing with a small strand of your hair.

Dazai snickers, his smile broadening.

“If you keep that up, I might have to kiss you again, and this time, it probably won’t just be on the corner of your mouth~."

He plants a quick kiss to your forehead and then shifts so his forehead is pressed against yours.

"That’s not threatening.." you said.

“It wasn’t meant to be, Bella.” Dazai sighs softly. “But maybe I should threaten you.” He teases mildly, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

"Ah.. not again.." You said, and those smirks of his are clearly not a good sign.. or not?

“Maybe.” Dazai purrs, running his fingers through your hair and stroking the side of your face. “You seem a little wound up. Maybe I should calm you down?” He smirks teasingly.

“Or I could tease you, make you feel more wound up, then give you a little release, just for fun.” Dazai chuckles softly, kissing your forehead and then your nose. He moves to your eyes and kisses each lid of each eye before settling back on your lips and kissing you again.

He draws back after a moment, his lips moving to your ear before returning to your lips after he has had his fill. His lips move to trace the shape of your body with every kiss, every touch. He is taking his time.

You've ended up being his tonight.

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Chuuya is lying next to you in bed, and one of his hands rests against the side of your torso; he’s staring at your sleeping form. He can’t help but feel an urge to caress you, but he tries to resist the temptation so as not to disturb you while you’re resting. Eventually, he ends up kissing the top of your head sweetly.

"Chuu.."

Chuuya lets out an amused chuckle when he realizes that you’ve half woken up by the time he kisses you. He snuggles in close to you. He closes his eyes, sighing contently for a moment.

“I missed you.”

As you've finally been able to see him.. he always looks so attractive. You can't help but want to praise him more.

"Chuu.. you look so..-"

“Tired?” He cut off your words and chuckles. “I’m sorry… I had to deal with this little rat… he was all kinds of annoying… I should’ve just beat ‘em up and left… "Instead, I had t’sit down and talk to the bastard… ugh…”

"Handsome.. i said.." You continued.

Chuuya’s face immediately turns as red as he buries his face into your neck, his cheeks puffing up.

“D-..Doll...” He muttered, seemingly too embarrassed and flustered to speak. Your comment caught him completely off guard.

After a moment, Chuuya slowly lifts his head back up, his face still flushed as he stares at you. His eyes flit to your lips before meeting your eyes.

“...are you trying to make me blush, Doll?” He asks, his voice still a bit higher than normal. A small smile is plastered on his face.

"No.. I'm just saying the truth.." you said.

Chuuya chuckles softly, his heart skipping a beat by the way you’re gazing at him. His arm tightens around your shoulders.

“...you’re so darn cute sometimes.” He mumbles softly

Seeing you slowly getting more sleepy, chuuya chuckles softly, not realizing that you’re already almost asleep.

He notices the yawn you let out, so he pulls you close to him, wrapping his arm protectively around your waist so your head is lying on his chest.

“Sleep, Doll. I’ll hold you so that the bad dreams don’t getcha.”

You've slept safely and sound tonight.

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Staring while your partner is working maybe is not helping him focus. You wanted to cuddle with him but can't due to his work and, how can you not adore his attractiveness?

The longer the stare gets, the more Sigma's face would start turning pink. Sigma is a naturally shy guy, so when it comes to affection, he tends to blush like a tomato. The more he blushes, the more he tries to cover the blush as he gets all flustered.

"cough cough..."

He tried to distract himself, but it didn't work. He was just too attracted to you. He was really tempted to pull you into his arms and kiss your face.

At the thought, he blushed even more and tried to cover his face with his hands as he chuckled out of embarrassment. He had to fight the urge to do something rash.

"You know you're making it difficult for me to do my job when you look at me like that." He said with a soft smile. His hands were placed on your waist as he looked at you.

You're so handsome.." you said giggling.

His heart did a flip every time he looked at you, and whenever you said that he was handsome, his heart felt like it was going to melt.

The urge to push you into the wall and kiss your soft lips... The urge to run his hands through your hair...the urge to just stay in this moment with you... He had to fight against it all. He chuckled softly again as he cleared his throat.

"Sigh, I can't focus at work when I look at you. My mind just gets filled with romantic thoughts..." he mumbled.

He slowly took hold of your hand and placed a kiss on it as he slowly started pulling away. A defeated sigh.. escape him as he gently held your hand and sat down in his big chair while pulling you on his lap, wrapping his slim arms around your waist with a soft smile. He really couldn't resist his darling, You were so cute and warm and so...perfect for him.

You've ended up watching him work with cuddles.. it's a win-win.

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[whathorselegs]

Fic Recs!

One more list to end the year with, this time spreading the love to my fellow writers by making a list of some of my favourite fics I've read this year!

(To be clear I wrote none of these, these are my recs)

So in no particular order, have some amazing fics!

1 - A Lonely King's Lullaby (The Life Most Missed is a Life Unlived) by cherrior ( @chuuyanakaahara ) A Kunichuu fic set Pre-cannon and Pre-relationship about how Kunikida meets Chuuya. Plus a cute kitty!

2 - Twilights Embrace by SparkyIceblaze ( @starlightshadowsworld ) Ever wanted Dazai to show up at the airport to hug Atsushi and punch Fyodor? This is the fic for you!

3 - Baby I Know Places We Won't Be Found by Calmlb ( @calmlb ) Dazai is turned into an infant thanks to a mysterious ability and now Chuuya has to look after him. This fic will pull at your heart strings.

4 - Push On Through by yoursminehourss ( @yoursminehourss ) A Chuuranzai fic where Dazai is experiencing a new level to his grief when he realises he's the same age Oda was when he died. His partners comfort him. (also the title is based of one of my favourite Twenty One Pilots songs)

5 - Exposure Therapy by UnicornPopcorn14 ( @unicornpopcorn14 ) A platonic soukoku fic about Chuuya and Dazai hugging in the most unconventional and aggressive ways. Teen Skk are at their brattiest and pettiest, won't admit they care about each other stages in this and it's beautiful. (Read tags for warnings)

6 - Looking Up At You by Lyx_Jade ( @lyxjade ) Kunizai fic where Dazai remembers that Kunikida is taller than him and he likes the view

7 - So Give Me All Your Poison by c_ffeine ( @cffeine ) Soukoku AU where Dazai is a food tester for poison and Chuuya is a high ranking official who's done with his nonsense

8 - Take My Forsaken Heart (And Keep It Safe For Me) by hoshikotoba Chuuya cant bury his depression any longer and starts having destructive thoughts. Dazai helps him through it. (Read tags for warnings)

9 - A Face Like Glass by forest_raccoon ( @sensitiveheartless ) Soukoku fic were Dazai and Chuuya face off against a very haunting ability. This one's both a comic and a fic!

10 - The Road Not Taken by TopHat69 AU where Dazai decides to take Chuuya with him when he defects from the mafia.

[shadyteacup]

CAN WE HAVE A PART 2 OF BOY BYE

Free

Part 2 of Boy Bye

You sighed as you heard the door rattle ever so slightly.

It had been 2 weeks since Dazai walked out on you and it has been… peaceful.

Or so you had hoped.

The ache in your heart only grew as the days went by, but you weren’t going to text him, let alone call him.

He had been such a loving boyfriend these last few months, that you had almost thought it was a prank when he asked to break up.

You were strong and independent, you didn’t really need him. Or so you told yourself everyday, as you tried very hard to ignore the dull pain in your chest.

A click brought you out of your thoughts, making you jump slightly on your seat at the sofa.

This can’t be actually happening, you thought to yourself, as you heard the door creak open. You were seated at an angle that blocked your view of the door, but you weren’t exactly worried about your safety. Because you knew who the intruder was.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t be calling the police, Osamu.”, you spoke into the silence.

A low chuckle was heard, followed by a messy head of brown appearing before you.

“Because, love,”, he said, making you roll your eyes at the nickname that he didn’t deserve to call you anymore.

“I’m not breaking in! I simply, forgot!”

He stood there, grinning like an idiot, holding up a set of random keys, cheeks blushed and eyes droopy.

“Forgot what?”

“To carry the right keys, of course!”, he said, burping at the end, making you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

“Just, how drunk are you?”, you asked, worried as he almost tumbled onto the floor, unable to stand still.

“Just a little!”

You groaned at his idiotic grin. This was going to be messy.

“Whose keys did you flick?”, you asked, hoping to return them to their rightful owner tomorrow.

“Keys? What keys? I don’t know any Mr Keith”, he declared, sauntering up to the space next to you and collapsing.

You froze up as he nuzzled his head on your thigh, his long arms gripping onto you as if you might disappear any second.

In mere seconds, you heard snores, and sighed to yourself.

How did he expect you to move on if he kept doing things like this?

You looked down at his head, and a small smile formed on your face as you saw how his cheek was smushed up against your thigh, and his pink lips naturally formed a cute pout as a result.

God. You missed this so much.

Hesitantly, you raised a hand and lightly grazed over his hair. The curls tickled the tips of your fingers, and you could almost cry at how comforting that felt.

You always loved him dearly. Even when he would have his random bursts of cold, distant behaviour, you gave him space and welcomed him with open arms when he came back to normal. You knew he was like this because of his trust issues, and his childhood wasn’t the best, so to speak.

He would always be sure to pamper you with love after his cold spurs.

But this time, when he wanted to break up, you didn’t see that same wall that he usually built around himself; you sensed indifference and dislike. He truly didn’t love you at that moment, and that scared you.

One of the only reasons why you didn’t want to even try to rekindle your relationship with him, is because of how scared you were of his expressions that day. He truly felt absolutely nothing but dislike for you, and you could feel it.

How is it that the same man is lying here, on your couch, with his head on your lap, lovingly nuzzling into you in his sleep?

“You must have a split personality…”, you mumbled, toying with individual curls of his dark hair.

“Or maybe, it’s more of a bipolar disorder?”, you wondered, lacking any actual knowledge of either mental illnesses.

You just wanted some reason to defend his hurtful behaviour. Some reason to let him in.

But maybe, there is no reason. Maybe, it was all just an elaborate lie, that he spun to cure his boredom.

The thought was too painful to entertain, and a tear slipped down your cheek.

You decided to just ignore these thoughts, and enjoy the moment of calm while it lasts.

Dazai groaned as he stirred awake. He had blacked out last night, having spent the night getting kicked out of multiple bars for having drank too much. He couldn’t remember much, except for the occasional sob of your name as he clutched a glass of whiskey on the rocks. He hadn’t felt such emptiness for a while.

He begrudgingly opened his eyes, only to still at the sight.

There you sat, asleep, neck bent in an uncomfortable position. He felt your hand in his hair, and decided to just stare at you.

He observed the smooth, silky skin he adored so much, and how it bent inwards after your cheekbones, narrowing towards your chin.

He smiled at the tiny freckles, and adored the pink of your lips. His smile faded as he noticed the dried tears on your cheeks, and the remnants of your maskara staining a path below your eyelashes.

He was the reason for your tears. He hated himself.

He raised a hand, and hesitated. Did he deserve to touch you after what he had done? Did he deserve to wipe your tears, to push your hair out of your face and to comfort you?

“Osamu..”, you whispered, still deep in slumber.

He usually loved the way you said his name.

But this time, his heart hurt at the pain in your voice.

He silently retracted his hand, which was only inches away from your face, and tried to get up. He wanted to get out of here before you woke up, hoping that you’d chalk it up to a weird dream.

He, stupidly, forgot about your hand in his hair.

You jumped awake, eyes wide and heart pumping. Your swift gaze landed on him, stilling.

You didn’t say anything, and he could see that you wanted to say something. He hoped you would, he silently begged you to.

But you didn’t.

He finally got up, and adjusted his shirt. It felt weird sitting next to you on the sofa where you had both spent countless nights cuddling, watching movies and enjoying each other’s presence.

You both spent some moments in silence, hating to accept that you liked the proximity.

You finally broke the silence as you cleared your throat, ready to take the initiative.

“Please don’t break in again.”

With that, you got up. He watched as you searched for something, and looked at you puzzled when you picked up a set of keys.

“Return these to their owner.”, you said, handing them to him.

He scrunched his brows, not knowing what any of that meant.

Did he break in? Whose keys are these? Why aren’t you addressing the real issue here?

“Did I.. break in?”, he asked, his voice deep and slightly raspy.

You sighed at the state of him. How could he sound so sexy and yet make you want to cry your eyes out? How could he not remember anything? Were you a joke to him? A joke of a person that he can use and throw as he pleased?

“I’m not your plaything, Dazai.”, you mustered up the courage to say to him, watching his face darken.

“You can’t keep doing this.”

He averted his eyes, and nodded.

“Please, just..”, you hated the way your voice cracked. You took a moment to calm your throat, and push the emotions away. You couldn’t afford to cry right now.

“Please leave.”

Dazai clenched his fist at your words. He hated the way you were holding back tears, tears that you would probably spill the moment he’s out the door.

“I’m sorry.”, he said, getting up and collecting his things off the floor.

You watched, hands hugging your torso, as he grabbed everything.

He stepped towards the door, when you called out to him.

“I’m asking because I want closure.”, you began, “Why?”

He froze, not being able to meet your eyes.

He hated himself.

He absolutely loathed himself.

“Because,”, he said, still avoiding eye contact, “you don’t deserve to be with a cheater.”

You couldn’t hold it anymore, having feared this.

Tears freely occupied your cheeks, sliding down and staining your top.

“Was she worth it?”, your voice trembled, making Dazai close his eyes in shame.

“Nothing can truly be worth it, y/n.”

You watched him disappear behind the door, and felt numb.

Maybe this was what you needed: the truth, the keys that can finally set you free from the chains around your heart.

Authors note: I’m truly sorry lol

[yu6mi]

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY!

₊˚⊹♡ Includes: Dazai Osamu.

sypnosis: being touched by you seems like a dream.

A/N: this is pure fluff but also suggestive??? so careful w that!! i think I CAN'T TELL IF THIS IS TOO SHORT OR NOT HELP im way too sleepy

Touch. It morphed into different feelings depending on the person who initiated it. 

If it was hard or rough, it would hurt. If it was soft and tender, it felt good. If someone you hated touched you, you hated it, too. But if someone you loved touched you, you loved it, too.

Touch was difficult to understand; some people hated being touched, while others loved being touched.

It was strange that someone so touchy felt this flustered just by a singular, gentle touch from someone who hated touching anyone.

Dazai didn't know if he could put the emotion he was currently experiencing into words. Because 'love' was a strong word for someone who had the reputation of a liar. He didn't even know if he was allowed to have such feelings for someone— or something. Well, it didn't matter to him right now. Too focused on his thoughts.

Why?

Well, because delicate, warm fingers were tracing the shape of his humanity, touching his body like it was some type of delicate work of art. Experimenting between firm touches and tender caresses from his jaw to his bandaged torso. Dazai's hands are placed on your hips as your legs are splayed across his lap. At this point, the air is barely clinging to his lungs, and he feels like the only thing he's breathing is your affection.

You kiss his cheek again and again. Lipstick stains showing your existence in his face.

"You're surprisingly touchy tonight..." He muses, drawing soothing thumbs on your thighs. You nodded with a smile before gently attacking his bandaged neck with tender kisses, pressing softly. Like he would break. 

"Am I really?" You muttered so delicately that it melted his heart. He released a small chuckle in reply. "I just missed you too much."

One of his hands went to her cheek, caressing it softly. Her head moved slightly to press a singular small kiss on his palm; he couldn't help but compare her to a puppy being caressed. "I can tell."

Dazai was sprawled over his futon with you on top of him, pampering him after a particularly long mission, kissing every place your lips would find, caressing every part of him just to feel him. Tattooing her kisses on his collarbones while getting rid of any fabric that separated their hearts.

"Are you comfortable?" She whispered closely, her back arched on his lap, her lips on his ear. He couldn't have been better.

"You're so pretty, 'Samu.." She sat back again on his lap, and whispered for only him to hear. Her index finger was drawing hearts over his stomach. Making Dazai shiver at the not-so-innocent action. "Though, you probably already know that."

How nice it seemed to be able to dote on someone. "I do, but I like it when you remind me."

A small laugh comes from her as Dazai sits straight. He gently kisses her nose and presses his forehead against hers. Like no amount of proximity seemed to be enough for them.

Their lips were only inches from touching, their warm breaths caressing each other like a soft wind. Her fingers meandered to the belt strap of his pants, causing him to blush and hide his face in the crock of her neck. Pressing a gentle kiss on it, trying to hide how nervous he actually felt. Because it was you.

A low groan came from him as soon as you touched his boxers. He couldn't help it, you felt so right against him. Dazai shallowed thickly, and with a smirk, he asked. "What are you doing, hm?"

Though, he stopped smirking when he saw the confused puppy expression that was on your face. Before a small, cute smile remplaced it. "Isn't it obvious?"

"I'm trying to wake you up."

The sunlight of his small apartment greeted him as soon as he opened his eyes. Little creases of confusion plastered themselves on his face as he tried to figure out what you meant. Though, he didn't need to.

His phone rang with the call of his partner, Kunikida. And he couldn't help but sigh as he gently slammed his heated face.

With rosy cheeks and a warm body, he groaned. He should've known, It was too good to be true.

With a pounding heart, he hugged his pillow. Trying to fall asleep again.

Maybe, if he tried hard enough, the dream will continue. He can endure a scolding from Kunikida, but only if dream-you gives him a sweet, lovely kiss.

[yayll]

Soo umm maybe angsty request but a reader who works at the agency but misses her old life? Like, family or her old self. If you wanna and like the idea!! Have fun💕

i know this is a thousand yrs late and i am so sorry abt that but also. thank you for trusting me w this request i rlly took it to heart and i cracked these damn knuckles and hopefully wrote something you'll like :') i had fun, angel. MWAH.

- a little something about emotions and Dazai's way of perceiving yours ~

"Aughhh..."

You're groaning at your desk again, face down and resting your forehead on the cold wooden surface. Lately, it's been the same cycle. You come to work and the day goes by in a blink of an eye, and suddenly... There is nothing else to look forward to but to do it all again tomorrow. It's been tough, with the agency constantly bombarded with cases and quite literally saving the world, you've forgotten to call home every week like you used to. Now it's every other month, if at all.

There are times when you go on your lunch break and think about how ordinary your life used to be, how you used to spend your time doing the opposite of what you do now. Joining the agency was a wonderful turning point in your life and you wouldn't trade it for the world, but sometimes it felt like there was too much happening, you were falling behind and not connecting enough with the foundations that made you, you. It was an overstimulating nightmare.

Your co-workers were so talented and caring and it felt like a family with the way you all worked as a unit and watched out for each other, yet the intrusive thoughts about you never quite fitting in wouldn't leave your mind. Or your face, for that matter.

This is where Dazai knew he had to get involved.

He could tell your mind was elsewhere, and he hated that. You were supposed to be wherever he was, even if you didn't fully know it yet. He constantly perceived you from across the office where he slacked off work as usual, but this time it wasn't to await his next grand revelation... It was to figure out why you seemed so distant. So far, yet so close. You always laughed at his jokes and antics, all a part of his attention seeking persona around the agency, but he could hear the way your laugh seemed to die down in your throat as if it burned to even make a sound. He recognized it as the kind of burn whiskey left behind in his own throat when he had his occasional drinks at Lupin after a particularly hard day. Dazai knew the feeling of ruminating, of feeling stuck in the past and how it could keep you from existing in the present if not dealt with properly. But he wasn't exactly the shining example of dealing with one's feelings, not when he was a walking contradiction, which is why he hesitated to bring this up to you directly.

Of course, that didn't stop him from trying, not when you're groaning so adorably within earshot.

Not when he would do anything for you to drop that fastidious attitude that won't give him the proper time of day. It was pathetic and selfish of him, but it was sincere. With a fixed smile like a Cheshire cat, he prances towards your desk and stands there for a solid minute before you realize the familiar entity looming over you.

You slowly look up, dark under eyes are the first to properly greet him, along with that cute clip in your hair that's barely holding it all together. He thinks you look even cuter this way even if you were at your worst, and that made him feel a tad guilty... just a tad. He clears his throat softly as a deceptively cheerful voice pours out of him.

"Hi! You're looking awfully exhausted today."

You hum, a weak smile adorning your lips. You didn't want to smile at all, but it was a force of habit, so why not use it on the biggest clown you knew?

"Yeah? That's real observant of you, Dazai."

His heart races as you poke back, what a precious creature you were. He responds with faux indignance, rolling his eyes and the whole bit.

"Uh yeah, of course! It's why they pay me the big bucks, silly. You should try being like me sometime."

"Ah, is that the only thing I should try being? Not very original of me, I must say."

His smile drops to a more sly smirk as he shrugs, sighing dramatically while casting his gaze elsewhere for a moment.

You should try to be mine, he thinks to himself.

He doesn't deserve that honor, but it's the truth and he can always count on delusion.

"Eh, who cares about originality? That's what writers use as an excuse to torture themselves. It's no fun, You might as well jump off a bridge with me instead."

You raise an eyebrow at that, your fake smile becoming a bit more genuine now.

"I think I'll pass on that, Dazai."

He pouts, and you hate that he resembles a puppy with the way his eyes comically droop.

"Such a shame. I was hoping we could share that experience together. It would be quite the work bonding exercise, don't you think?~"

You nod, your voice laced with what he hopes is a playful retort, but it is much too deadpan.

"I'm sure it would."

"You know, you're surprisingly hard to torment."

You hum once more, shrugging as you look back down at the files on your desk, unable to hold his dark eyes that seem to penetrate your very soul.

"... Well I suppose I could say the same about you."

Before you know it, you feel his warm breath against your cheek, having leaned down to your level to murmur in your ear. It's velvety and far too intimate for the middle of the workday, tempting like the devil himself.

"Like I said, we could always drown our sorrows in the river. That always helps."

You slowly turn your head to meet his gaze, a slight flush begins to burn your cheeks and you wish you hadn't turned at all. It's sick the way every once in a while he'll test your boundaries to see if you'll let him in, if you'll see past the charm and the self destructive tendencies that might just seal his fate one day.

But you need him right now! And you clearly need a bit more of a push rather than just jokes, so he makes a point to grill you until you have no choice but to run into his hypothetical arms. In that instant, he catches your phone light up, the word 'MOM' is as clear as the red that spreads through your face.

Ah, so that's it.

"Seems like you should take that."

Your eyes widen as you flicker between him and your phone. Shit.

"Maybe later. I'm not really in the headspace for a call right now... Might go out for some lunch and get some air."

"I like air. Perhaps we can get some together? You might have too much and need someone to resuscitate you."

You snort softly and immediately feel embarrassed for being so casual out of your own human weakness. Yet somehow Dazai's ridiculous jokes always manage to get you to play along and forget that very embarrassment.

"CPR involves air, Dazai. You'd kill me in the process."

He clutches his chest, letting out a dreamy breath.

"Ahhh. Romantic, don't you think? I'd follow you immediately, of course~"

You shake your head as you stand up to walk out for your much needed reprieve from the inescapable thoughts you can't shake.

"You're impossible."

He stands back to give you your space and sticks his hands into his coat pockets, beginning to follow right behind you. He taps your shoulder when your back is fully turned to him, clearing his throat as he says your name in the most sinful way.

"Ahem. You forgot your phone."

You freeze in your tracks. You want to so badly do what your mind is screaming to do, but you can't bring yourself to do it. The battle between wanting to grab that bit of normalcy you miss and wanting to avoid it like the plague is the fear of the commitment to acknowledge it. You slowly turn to face him holding out your phone for you and yet again... It stings when he looks at you like that. Like he actually cares. It makes you feel drunk on the sensation of being seen on a deeper level, the butterflies in your stomach keep saying so. You sigh, and mumble back.

"Leave it. I don't need it right now."

He steps a little closer, way too close for comfort. His voice drops to a more serious tone, yet it's nothing but gentle, firm. It's a Dazai you don't think you've ever heard except when on a mission. Even then it always felt performative. But not now. He takes your hand in his bandaged one and holds it out for a moment with your palm facing up. His desire for you to make amends with your troubles is far more important than proper customs, so he needs to do this and do it now before you drown any deeper and he loses his self control.

He can save you even if you're too stuck in your own self pity to see the brightness of your own future. How you shine like a diamond in the rough, if only you'd just let yourself live in the now. He whispers to you.

"I think she'd like to know how you're doing. Family, they're the only normalcy you can have sometimes... Especially in this line of work. I think you know that."

You gaze into his dark eyes, and for the first time are not afraid to hold eye contact as you realize you actually want to hear more. Finally, a real piece of him is being shown to you?

"... Is that something you relate to, Dazai?"

He almost winces at that, a flashback of two friends he once considered family flash into his mind. Maybe today is a Lupin day. He could imitate your angelic laughter as the whiskey burns his throat. He hides all of this with a nasty little smirk, elusive as ever as he lies through his teeth.

"Absolutely not."

You seem a bit disappointed at first, but before you can dwell on it too much, your thoughts flicker back to the phone call you realize it might be time to make. Your mood is instantly different. Hopeful, even. Dazai places your phone in your palm, slowly closing your hand into a small fist. His hand lingers on top of your knuckles for a second too long, and you realize you are, in fact, unable to keep looking him in the eye like this or else you might just collapse knowing he'd catch you. The concept alone is intoxicating.

"I'm gonna take this, okay?"

His smirk softens, almost boyish with the way he instantly relaxes and reverts back to his usual self. The mood shifts back to how it felt before, and Dazai nods in reassurance.

"You go get some air. I'll be here."

He waves you off as you flash him one last smile before exiting the office. That'll keep him going for a while, he thinks. You look so beautiful when you're full of life, he hopes it rubs off on him too. He stands there for a long time in deep thought, simply smiling at the floor. At some point your hair clip fell out without you noticing, and so he picks it up, pocketing it. He'll consider this the consummation of your relationship.

An hour passes by and you walk back into the office, eager to tell Dazai about your call back home and how refreshed you feel. That he was right, and you wanted to share this new found perspective that he helped you approach and conquer. You find the office is completely empty, and when your eyes glance at your desk, there's a sticky note left on one of the many trinkets you display on it. You read it out loud to yourself.

"You long for the past, so perhaps we can recreate it. Maybe a nice long walk by the river, or we could always try a more private solution.

Either way, I'm at your mercy.

- Osamu"

You can't help but want to kick your feet at the little heart he doodled next to his messy handwriting and make a mental note to properly give him your contact info next time. You'd make sure to take a call from him, because you know he'd make it worth your while.

He always does.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛

Headcanon: Daily life of you dating them. Ft Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai and Ranpo

A/n: accept this as a payback for being gone for to long. Miss you guys, how have you been?

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

PORT MAFIA

MASTERLIST

Dazai:

You need to deal with him fr to much.

Can see him ordering drinks during you dates, specifically asking the waiter to bring two straws only to see him drink it from both.

Are you even dating him if you both haven't already taken couple quizzes on the Internet.

This mf istg. LIKE you are about to kiss and he would bump his forehead with yours.

Either he is 10/10 romantic or will be the worst lover in history.

Aww but imagine, if you are in bad mood and insecure or stuff, or saying why you hate your self, he would overhear that and list you things he likes about you. Cute, BUT STOP HIM BEFORE IT GOES FOREVER.

Never leave him alone at home. This man would bring those glow in the dark stars and paste it all over your room. THE LIGHT SO BRIGHT IT BLINDS YOU EYES.

UwU that gives him and you a reason to sleep together on the couch.

You both tried to set up yourself as avatars on games, trying to get your virtual self together only for Dazai's avatar to turn into a bread and commit arson.

Chuuya:

Can imagine you both raking up leaves and jumping into them.

he trying their best to be quiet while you are taking a nap.

This man gets into a heated argument with someone begins threatening them, only for you to pick him up and toss him over your shoulders walking away while he still shouts.

10/10 perfect dynamic couples

You both will visit a field of flowers as a dating spot and thinking you have time to take photos but then both of you end up laying in the field together and picking beautiful flowers for each other. Bonus when both of you make flower crowns for each other.

He kisses you before heading out to kill people, while you lie still in bed trina cope up completing your education degree he can never have. (Lets be real, they are 22, people are finishing college at that moment and not killing people for fun-)

You tried to connect to his Wi-Fi and jokingly put your own name in as the password.

WELL that actually worked and you are connected to his Wi-Fi. (STFU ITS NOT CRINGE ITS FLUFF)

Nikolai:

THIS MAN likes stealing your phone to change your phone's wallpaper into cursed pics from your Pinterest. 10/10 morning trauma

He helps you dry and brush your hair after a shower and visa versa.

Normalising playing on the swings at a small playground that nobody goes to anymore because that's what two sane persons do.

Hands down, both of you tried to cross your kitchen playing three-legged race.

Never let this man draw. You both will be drawing each other and man will breakdown just because he cant lift a pencil. HOW CAN YOU LIFT A MF GUN THEN??

Once you and him were stranded on a raft in the middle of a lake. DONT ASK WHY.

Ranpo:

You have to tie balloons around his hand so he doesn't get lost in the crowd.

JUST IMAGINE-, He has a french fry in his mouth and dares you to steal it from him. and when you try to do it, he puts the whole fry in his mouth and makes you kiss him. 10/10 RIZZNPO.

Thanks to his amazing direction skills, you both get lost in IKEA.

HUJFDISF He will touch your face and tell you its really soft while he gives nose kisses!>>>

Presuming you can knit, he forced you to make a very very very long scarf, only for him to make you sit beside him and share it. (No dazai, that cannot be your rope)

Thanks for reading! I am thinking to change my writing theme. But either ways Do vote if you like ig? Byee lysm :D ๑ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY ๑PORT MAFIA ๑MASTERLIST ๑HEADCANONS

[icedemi]

Hello! I saw that you had open requests and I would like to request one: the reaction of the ADA guys (The president, Kunikida and Dazai) when they see that their s/o has a nipple piercing. I would also love Oda's reaction, but take it as a plus :)

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 !

˒ 🍥 ៸៸ feat ; fukuzawa , kunikida , dazai !

cw : sfw content? , nipple play , fluff(ish) , lmk if i missed anything !

AN : at the end !

dazai : hes absolutely obsessed with your piercings, he always has his hands up your shirt tugging on them. he loves the sweet whimpers and cute little gasps you make !

he wants to get matching ones, but isn't too fond of the pain it'll bring...

——— 💋

kunikida : you had just gotten them pierced, they were super sore.. so what better way to keep your mind off of it then to tease your beloved boyfriend whilst he's at work ?!

you snapped a quick photo of your nipples with their newest "accessories" and sent them to kunikida, eagerly waiting for his response..

after what felt like hours of waiting, you received a full-blown essay from him.. you couldn't help but giggle just imagining how red his face is..

"do you know how inappropriate this is? i could never look the president in the eyes ever again if he saw this... wait.. when did you get those pierced?! are you in pain? make sure you clean those well, can't have you getting any infections.."

"my lunch break is in half an hour, do you need me to pick up anything?"

——— 💋

fukuzawa : he noticed your whiny voice over the phone when you asked to have a few days off work, he wanted to make sure you're alright so he decided to come home early.

he saw you laying on the bed in your shared bedroom, you didn't look sick?

"what're you doing? i thought you said you were sick?"

you explained to him that you had gotten your nipples pierced..

"i wanted it to be a surprise for our anniversary..! pretend to be excited when you see them 'kay..?"

he couldn't help but smile as he kissed your forehead. "of course, sweetheart"

AUTHORS NOTES : okay sooooo, totally forgot this was in my drafts, had this rotting here for like a week.

tysm for all the support ily all !!!

been super unmotivated recently so sorry if my writing is ass !!!!!?2!2!2! AAAAA im losing it.

© icedemi 2024 don't steal translate re-upload etc. reblogs r appreciated 💞

[toohappi]

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗪/ 𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 - ★

‘Im so happy you’re here with me,Nakahara’

A little fic I wrote for a friend and decided to post it here!!

Minor sexual content but just thigh riding + gender neutral reader + probably not a canon reaction but yk.

ʚɞ ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱

Chuuya wasn’t seen as a very affectionate individual to some,that didn’t mean he didn’t care, more or so he just didn’t know how to perceive affection,physically at least.

He’d prefer to scold you and help you while doing so or awkwardly hold you, it was cute because you knew he was trying and you’d do anything to keep helping him slowly open up more.

One thing he didn’t mind and found himself loving the most about you though were your lips, they were always so warm and inviting anything you placed a kiss on him, whether it was his forehead, cheek, lips, neck, anywhere really he didn’t mind.

He enjoyed the warm and inviting feeling his lovers kisses gave him. It made him feel sweet, it gave him a sense of security.

You were the most affectionate out of the two, you weren’t really interested in sex but didn’t mind it when you found it happening, as long as you two were near each other indulging into each others warmth it was alright, He didn’t mind it when it was you.

Speaking of sexual activity Chuuya wasn’t known for being a pervert, sometimes when it came to you he didn’t know what to do with himself, and sometimes he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, he wanted to touch you and indulge the best way he knew how. For you he’d definitely try.

One particular night he’d gotten home from late, sometimes he would since he’d have to deal with Dazai, you were aware of his line of work and didn’t get upset about it when he’d come home late some nights. When he came home he’d always make sure to shower and then come look for you.

When he realized you weren’t here he was bummed out. It was one of those nights when you came home late also. Since you weren’t here he just decided to freshen up and wait for you In bed. Turning on some show he had no intentions on watching, just something to pass the time till you came home.

You walked in about an hour after him, taking off your shoes and leaving your bags by the door, too lazy to care. You walked up the stairs absolutely exhausted as you walked into the room, it was dark , the only light being the tv illuminating his orange hair. you softly smiled grabbing your pajamas and undergarments and headed to go shower, you stayed in for a few and then got out, drying off and throwing on your clothes as you walked into the bedroom, going and dipping into the bed next to the orange haired boy.

You layed down and almost instantly he clinged to you he’d missed you so much and seeing him cling to you made you smile.

“I missed you idiot”

He spoke first,voice soft and low from the exhaustion, you nodded, whispering something that he guessed was an “I missed you too” as he buried his face into your soft neck, taking in the sweet fresh smell of his lover he’d missed so much. You tapped his thigh,softly asking if he wanted to lay on you.

he got a little flustered at the question but said yes as he climbed ontop of you, you took a second to admire how absolutely ethereal he looked in this moment.

His pretty ginger hair he usually kept into a ponytail now out and hanging slightly past his shoulders and his bangs covering his eyes slightly, if you hadn’t known him he could’ve easily been mistaken for a pretty girl, his soft features in the dimly lit room, the only light being the tv had been on.

Compared to Chuuya you were bigger, he was a good 5’3 but argued that he was taller than that and that you were “simply just too tall” and you were a good 5’6-5’7 , not as tall but tall enough to tower over him slightly.

You took more time to admire the fact that he’d been wearing one of your shirts, you could tell by the way it was slightly oversized and hung off his shoulders in a way that gave him a messy/distraught sleeper look. He bent down giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, you’d always appreciated his small kisses and loving gestures, you took your soft hand lightly grabbing his chin and placing a soft kiss on his lips, you intended for it to be short but Chuuya wasn’t going to let that happen, you softly smiled against the kiss, taking a second to speak

“I missed you so much, Nakahara”

You spoke between the kiss, his name sliding off your tongue so sweetly in a way that made him melt, your tone and voice it’s-self was enough to tip him over the edge, he gave a soft groan.

one hand holding his waist as you sat up still holding him on your waist, taking your other hand to join on his waist.

He didn’t mind and infact he loved it, he took his hands wrapping them around your shoulders deepening the kiss further, parted his lips a bit and you took that as an invite to slip your tongue through, exploring his warm mouth, soft , sweet lips colliding with yours with a perfect fit, as if his lips were made to fit perfectly against yours, for you and only you.

He was growing needy, and you wanted to feed into it, unfortunately still too tired to engage in “those” activities you decided to shift him slightly so he was hoisted on your thigh, hands still on his waist, sliding under the shirt he was wearing to hold onto warm, bare skin, lightly gripping his hips and helping him grind against your thigh, the gesture caught him off guard and he let out a soft whimper.

Cute.

It wasn’t rare for him to make those sounds but it also wasn’t too common, so you’d do anything to relish in those moments and do whatever’s possible to hear more of those sweet sounds. His lips still against yours trying his best to keep them connected as he grinded feverishly against your soft thigh, he let out a series of soft whimpers and heavy breaths.

“You feel good love? Are you enjoying this”

A hint of tease seeping through your voice, he wanted to speak but his mind was hazy and too far gone to try to think of a response, a gesture so small driving him so insane, just the fact you’re touching him and indulging in such a way makes his brain cloud and mind hazy. He loved it and he loved you.

He pulled away from the kiss,chest heaving and body hot, his bangs sticking to his forehead with soft pants escaping his lips, as he buried his face into your shoulder letting out gasps trying his best to contain himself. Knowing you didn’t mind the noises but he still found being so vocal embarrassing, you softly moved your hands to his lower back and softly rubbed, his body trembled from all the pleasure he was feeling.

“Mm close”

He was able to say softly, chest rising and falling as he continued to grind so eagerly against your leg, he was so,so cute.

You let him grind as hard and fast as he needed, he threw his head back riding it out, chest heaving and knuckles white from gripping onto you so hard, a loud moan escaped as he trembled when he finished riding it out, you softly smiled, just watching him in the heat of the moment, soft bangs stuck to his head and soft skin now damp from sweat, adorable.

He fell slack into your arms breathing still heavy as he tried to recollect himself.

“I love you”

He said before he drifted off, breathing slowly steadying as you rubbed his lower back, you softly smiling kissing his head and whispering a soft “I love you two” as you layed back drifting off with him in your arms .

✩

[intheticklecloset]

I MISS MY BABES, SKK. CAN YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A LEE CHUUYA WITH LER DAZAİ??? i think chuuya cant take when someone blows at his ear that's the idea! thank you:333

Dazai’s blowing on Chuuya’s ear and eliciting such a squeal as to put the loudest pig on Earth to shame was purely accidental – it really was!

They’d been on a walk – something Chuuya insisted upon despite Dazai’s desperate desire to stay inside and lounge on his day off – when the detective noticed a piece of dandelion fluff cutely trapped just behind his ear. He’d only intended to help out by blowing a puff of air to dislodge it, but the way Chuuya spasmed and nearly lost his footing made him stop in his tracks and stare.

“Chibi?”

“Not a word!” Chuuya snapped, turning to face him with a pink flush to his cheeks and that adorable scowl he got when he was embarrassed. “Not one fucking word from you!”

Dazai bit his lip more as a mock showing of compliance than an attempt to hold back his smile, which he did not. Instead of speaking, he hummed knowingly, which only seemed to make things worse.

“Shut up, okay?! I know!” Chuuya huffed, turning his back and crossing his arms. “I’m stupidly sensitive, even the smallest things make me freak out, it’s totally ridiculous—”

Still without a word, Dazai gently wrapped his arms around his partner’s shoulders from behind and hugged him gently. “Mm-mm,” he hummed in disapproval, shaking his head.

“On second thought, you not saying anything is almost making this worse,” Chuuya muttered. “So fine, say whatever you wanna say.”

“Yes, you’re really sensitive, but that’s one of the things that make you so adorable, chibi,” Dazai said softly, briefly squeezing him again. “Just because I like to make fun of you doesn’t mean I think it’s stupid. You’re just fun to pick on.”

Chuuya huffed, but his blush darkened, and Dazai smiled and gently blew on his ear a second time.

“Shit,” Chuuya whimpered through a helpless giggle, scrunching his shoulders defensively. “Don’t do that, asshole.”

“But it’s cuuuuute,” Dazai whined, immediately in playful mode as he hugged his boyfriend from behind and blew tiny puffs of air on each of his ears, making him snicker and squirm in place, only half trying to escape. “And you know you like it, Chuuuuya~”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhuhuhut up,” the redhead complained, but his bright smile gave him away. He held onto Dazai’s arms around his shoulders but didn’t try to fight him off. He knew he was being obvious, but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now. Dazai had told him he was adorable like this. And, well…

Who said he didn’t like being called cute from time to time?