#mori ougai x reader

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

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

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

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

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

[iwas-tooru]

[missy-0-piink]

So finally, here’s the nsfw Twitter links for bsd

Be warned

Mori ougai

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6, Link 7, Link 8, Link 9, Link 10

Nikolai Gogol

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6, Link 7, Link 8

Paul verlaine

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5

Dazai Osamu

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6

Ivan goncharov

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6

Ace

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4

Chuuya nakahara

Link 1

[lavandulawrites]

The Wine Connoisseur

Yandere Mori x reader

Masterlist

Warnings: imprisonment, manipulation, slight mention of murder, Elise is Mori’s daughter

Word count: 716

Mori was a peculiar man. His love for the city admirable. He was cruel and calculated. His predictions never wrong. He never shied away from violence, but rather welcomed it. He valued ambition and loyalty. His daughter, (who you came to know after awhile where his ability, an extension of himself) was spoiled to the brim.

It had surprised you when you had asked him what he would do if he wasn’t the boss of the Port Mafia and he answered you truthfully. It might have been the expensive wine you both had in your system or the intimacy of you two, you didn’t know. He had looked at you with such earnest and gentleness “If I wasn’t the boss of the Port Mafia, I would have opened up an orphanage”. You had only looked at him in shock. To imagine the cold and calculated man could have a so tender wish like that m, almost seemed surreal.

You could never fully understand Mori and he never gave you the chance. He was an imposing figure who captured the eyes of everyone whenever he entered a room. He was undoubtedly a handsome man. His charismatic smile swooning woman and men alike. It wasn’t a secret that the woman of the Port Mafia all had a little crush on him.

When you first met him was at a wine conference. You and many others were completely unaware that the notorious Mafia was amongst the quest.

The black haired man was clad in a expensive black dress with dark crimson details which matched his eyes perfectly. He had eyed you all night long and finally approached you after he was down with his business. Even his gait was striking.

“Enjoying yourself?” his voice deep and smooth. In his was a wine glass filled with deep red liquid. He gently swished the wine and took a sip.

You two talked all night long about all and nothing. At the time you were completely unaware of his true identity.

Weeks past and you two became close friends, but you still felt that you didn’t know him. When you asked about his occupation he said he was a doctor. When you thought back on it, he had indeed been truthful. At least to a certain extent.

You threw your head back and glanced up at the ceiling rose. You were so lost on your thoughts that you didn’t notice the man behind you. Your eyes wandered to the person behind the couch. With your position everything was upside down. Mori smiled and chuckled at your position.

“I see that you like the new ceiling” he chuckled. “I am glad the restoration of this penthouse paid off”. He discarded his red scarf and took a seat beside you. He loosened his tie. It has been a gift from you before all this.

You sighed as you removed your gaze from him. “I still don’t understand why you go to such lengths. No matter how much money you spend on me, I won’t change my mind”. You change your position so you were more upright. “I still want to leave. I want to experience the world, not being locked up here like some damsel in distress” your eyes narrowed.

His lips curled up into a smirk. He hummed as his fingers drummed on the backrest. “You don’t know what you are talking about. What is it to explore? Nothing. It’s absolutely nothing. You have everything you need here and more. And regarding your desire to leave…” he moved closer to you “Believe me when I say I will change your mind. It’s only a matter of time. The human mind is rather fragile”. He filled the two wine glasses that stood on the coffee table with the wine he had brought with him and gave you one of them. He raised his glass. “To our future and our relationship” he clinked his galas against yours.

The wine rich and tasted awfully similar. Your eyes went to the bottle that laid in its silver ice bucket. It was the same wine you both shared at the conference all those months ago. Suddenly the sweet wine tasted as bitter as the bile taht had rose up your throat at the sight of your slaughter friends.

[waterkittywriting]

Arguing with Mori

Warnings: Mori in general, hitting, he's a lil possessive yk, age gap (reader is 18/19, Mori is 40), he's a bitch, not proofread, kinda unhealthy relationship

Characters: Mori Ougai

A/N: this is the only thing I can bring myself to write bc I've been obsessed with Mori recently. Sue me. This is heavily inspired by a scene in Lolita 1997 because that movie is fucking relatable and it's all I can think about recently.

"Alright, that's it."

The car screeched noisily as Mori pulled over, thankful for the relatively empty roads making it an easy task. You two had been fighting over something stupid - but you made it just a little too serious with that last comment.

"You want to disrespect me in my own car? Then get out. You can walk home yourself. I don't care." He hissed.

It was pouring out, and there was even some thunder. It was about 3 miles till you got home, not too long in the car but to walk? It would be terrible. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You scoff, staring at him with disbelief in your eyes. "It's 9pm, pouring rain, and you're gonna make a teenage girl walk home alone? Are you trying to get me killed you dickhead?!"

"I'm not making you do anything. All I want is a simple apology and we can drive home normally, and pretend this didn't happen." He leans back in the driver's seat, taking his hands off the steering wheel.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You screamed. "Like actually, what is wrong with you?! You say you love me then all you wanna do is fuck! And when we have a normal argument, like a normal couple, you lose your shit and do things like this!" You were going to continue, but you were cut off by the most menacing look you'd ever seen him direct at you. You'd seen that face before, of course, directed at nosy subordinates or people who were doing him wrong, but never at you. Never at you.

You stop talking and move to unbuckle your seatbelt, ready to leave the car, but Mori stops you by wrapping a single hand around both your wrists, pulling them towards him before you could even unbuckle. "I thought you wanted me to leave." You snarled.

"Quite the contrary, dear. I would love for you to stay, but if you're going to keep acting like a little brat I might just shove you out of the car myself." He says smoothly, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Oh, so now you're holding me captive? You're a kidnapper and a creep? I mean seriously, what forty year old man dates-" you're cut off by a harsh slap on your cheek and a stinging sensation as he lets go of your wrists and sighs heavily, resting his elbow on the center console and his forehead in the palm of his hand. "God, you make it so difficult to love you sometimes."

You can't help it. Your lip starts to quiver and you start wailing as you turn around and shove the car door open, pushing yourself out of the car and onto the sidewalk. You begin to run away, you're not sure where you're going but you need to get away. Away from him. You're followed by the sounds of him calling your name and the door of his car opening and closing.

You don't look behind you but you know he's running after you, you can hear his footsteps and the heavy breathing until he finally catches up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him from behind. By now you're both absolutely soaked in rain water, your clothes sticking to your skin and against his as he holds you there.

You turn around so you can sob into his chest, choking and coughing out apologies into his wet jacket. Eventually he leads you back to the car, opening your door for you and buckling your seatbelt.

Once you're both buckled and in the car you're silent. Neither of you can bring yourselves to say anything. You know he's not going to apologize for hitting you no matter how guilty he may or may not feel. He never apologizes, he just brings you designer purses and beautiful makeup the next day and it's enough to get you to forgive him. It always is.

[mncxbe]

nsfw prompts 2+8+9 with Mori please 🥺💜

2– they're your superior (teacher, boss etc tw: power imbalance)

8– cuffing you to their bed (tw: bondage)

9– they buy you lingerie

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: he punishes you for stepping out of line

"Now look at you, darling. You're gorgeous" mused the man in front of you, his piercing gaze taking in your pretty figure.

You were cuffed to the railing of your boss's bed, wearing nothing but a lacy set of lingerie he'd so generously gifted you a few hours ago. When you found the package on your desk along with a note that instructed you to come to his quarters that evening, you knew you'd be in for a long night.

Mori walked to the side of the bed, taking a seat next to you. The mattress sunk under his weight as he leaned closer to your body, his fingers ghosting over the inside of your thigh. "Tell me, my dear, what shall I do with you? I heard about your little trip to the Ada's office today. What made you think it'd be a good idea to schedule a meeting with Fukuzawa without consulting with me first?"

"Sir, you see... I know you were busy so I thought it'd be useful if I–"

"If you act on your own accord. You can't possibly be this stupid." His words were harsh, contrasting with the gentle caress on your thigh. His digits dipped under the wristband of your panties, slowly spreading your slick folds.

You swore you could die of embarrassment as you fumbled for words, trying to find some sort of justification for your reckless actions. Now that you looked back to it, meeting with the enemy by yourself wasn't the greatest idea.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." you apologised, earning a low hum from your boss. "I'm sure it won't, my dear. It's important that you don't forget your place in this organisation."

His thumb circled your needy clit, making your body jolt in pleasure. The handcuffs dug into your skin as you squirmed and you let out a whimper, your brows knitting together.

God, you were just begging to be ruined. You looked so pretty in this new set, the fabric hugging your curves so beautifully. For a moment, Mori almost forgot that this was supposed to be a punishment. Leaning over your body, his lips hovered over yours as he pulled down your underwear. You lifted your hips to aid him, your eyes never leaving his.

"Y/N, you're lucky you're so special of me, otherwise your actions would've had more severe consequences" he said shortly and you could tell by the certainty of his words that he meant it.

Before you had the chance to reply, Mori lowered himself between your legs and licked a stripe of your cunt from your hole to your clit. When he looked up at you again you felt the arousal pooling in your core. He looked so painfully handsome.

"If you behave, I might let you cum tonight." he spoke in a velvety voice as he placed kisses along your inner thigh, gently sucking on your plump skin, marking you as his "So be a good girl and let me eat you out, understood? You have to make up for a lot of things."

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Hi!

I'd like to request something with Mori Ougai (bsd) being head over heals for someone in the port mafia (who has the same status as Chuuya, but I can't remember what it's called, sorry...). Preferably ending with smut.

I couldn't find of you were open for requests or not, so sorry if this comes at the wrong time, and also okey if you decide to not Wright this, thank you either way

Doctor Knows Best (Mori Ougai x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼. 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁-𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝘂𝗻. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁! 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

If you’re being honest, you’re more surprised that he hasn’t pulled you from your position yet. 

  It’s been a while since you’ve had a real command from him. One that really required your status as an executive of the Port Mafia, anyway. If it wasn’t dealing with paperwork or handling intelligence or giving orders from the safety of a nice cushy, building, it was just simply lying around. Waiting for something to do. Waiting for a reason to be here. Of course, you know you still have use here. Your status as a senior member and your special ability is what got you to rise in the ranks so quickly when you were much younger. But you’re not getting any younger like this. You’re not being very helpful like this. As helpful as you know you could be, at least. However…

  “Breathe in for me, my lovely.”

  You’re positive Mori is too into the idea of you being helpful right now. At least, not after the incident.

  That’s really the only plausible explanation for your situation right now. That’s the only way you can explain how you ended up in his old doctor’s office in the Port Mafia’s base in just a nightgown after he heard you coughing over breakfast in your room. He even made sure to give you a personal escort and everything. That is to say, he took you by the hand and fussed over you every second of the way - even in front of your subordinates.

  Now, if it were up to you, you would have chosen to be anywhere beside his examination table with all the top bottoms of your dress undone and the fabric settling dangerously around your shoulders as he goes through his usual routine of diagnostics. You would have chosen to be absolutely anywhere- except this close to him. And at the moment? You’re more than exasperated enough to make it known to him.

  “Mori, I’m fine!” You insist with a frustrated huff. However, you do end up giving in very quickly and giving him a deep breath in and out as he presses the cool metal of the stethoscope against your skin. You keep your eyes adverted, not at all willing to give into his overly concerned self. But your compliance ends up putting a small smile on his face that you’re able to spot just out of the corner of your eye- something that warms your cheeks and flusters you greatly. Still, you’re not willing to go down without a fight. Even if the man you’re duking it out against just so happens to be your very, very smug boss. “The other doctor said I’d be good to get back in the field three weeks ago! You can’t keep doing this.”

  At your protest, Mori just lets out an absent hum. Almost as if he doesn’t have a care in the world as to what you have to say or think or do. But you know deep down inside that’s a line. After all, he wouldn’t be showing this much concern over your health after the explosion you were in a couple months ago if he didn’t care about you. He wouldn’t be ditching the fancy black suit in favor of a measly little doctor’s coat and old purple button-up if you were someone else. Because you know he hasn’t done it to anyone- not even the other executives.

  And that’s what makes you so upset. That’s what makes you so frustrated. That’s what makes things so unfair.

  “A second opinion is common practice in the medical field, my dear.” He responds to you easily as a look of concentration passes over his face while he takes your readings. And it just makes you want to scream with just how quickly he’s able to brush you off. Though it looks like the anger had crept onto your face a little more than you were anticipating. Because all too soon, he’s taking the hand he put on your shoulder to keep you still and cupping at your chin to turn your head to meet his red eyes directly, a tight smile on his face. “And it’s Dr. Ougai, sweetheart. Remember who you’re talking to.”

  You swallow a little nervously at his gaze, but in reality, you know you have nothing to fear. He’s been tough on you before. He’s been tough on you and your fellow executives plenty of times before. Yet one measly explosion and a moderate concussion later, you’re just now allowed to have unsupervised time in front of a computer. And that thought now only serves to annoy you further. Way, way, way further.

  “I know exactly who I’m talking to.” You bite out, half a snarl curling at your lips. Mori only raises an eyebrow at you- expression amused and a little too playful for your liking. But you don’t give him the time of day to suck the joy out of your rebellion. You’ve just about had it with his coddling. You’ve just about had it with his constant nagging and the way he looks at you. Like you need to be protected. Like walking out of that explosion wasn’t a possibility that came with your job. Like you couldn’t handle the lifestyle you’ve signed up for yourself. You’ve just about had it. “I’m talking to my boss. The one who refuses to give me orders and let me do my job. The one who keeps calling me weak by never telling me what to-”

  And unfortunately right now…

  “You want orders?”

  …he’s listening loud and clear.

  For the first time in a while, Mori addresses you with a sharp tone. One that reminds you of what it means to be in the Mafia. To be skating on thin ice. But it’s what you wanted. That’s what you asked for. So that’s what you get. You made your bed. It’s only right that you’d sleep in it too.

  “Yes.” You answer quietly, keeping your voice nice and even to avoid showing any emotion.

  “Yes, what?” He shoots back almost immediately. The amused expression that was once on his face is gone- replaced by lips set in a straight line and half-lidded eyes that present all the seriousness that you would expect from a mafioso. And maybe it’s because you’ve been out of the game for a while than you’d like to be. Maybe it’s because of all this coddling and hand-holding that he’s been doing with you. Maybe it’s all that and a combination of more that made you feel so soft. So weak. Whatever it is, you have no doubt that it’s the very thing that caused you to let out another nervous swallow despite your best efforts to hide it. One that he notices easily. One that he addresses just as easily too. “Say it.”

  “Yessir.” You tell him, nearly slurring over your words in order to get them out in time. Back straight and tall. Eyes forward. Body stiff. Like a good soldier should. Like a good soldier should. But that’s the thing. That’s the thing about him that you didn’t get. It’s the fact that he didn’t want a soldier.

  “Good girl.”

  He just wanted you.

  You were slow to understand that until the final second. But the second you heard the purr of his compliment, you can’t help but feel it. You couldn’t help but feel like you had melted. Softened up a little bit. In a way that you’d like. In a way that Mori appreciated.

  And of course, as seconds passed by, things became more and more clear to you. After all, you think there’s very little that needs to be explained when your doctor and your boss all but tear the stethoscope from his ears and toss it elsewhere in favor of surging forward and wrapping his arms around you. And you know there’s even less to be explained when those warning arms start creeping up the back of your nightgown and settling a little dangerously on your hip. And even less than that his deep, velvety voice is no longer spouting compliments. Instead- they’re pressing themselves against your neck and your collarbone and your shoulders and the valley between your breasts as he makes quick work of tugging down your already scandalously low-hanging dress even lower. In between the kisses he presses to your lips, of course. 

  And by the time your mind catches up with your body, you swear everything about you is overheating. The mere sensation of rough fingertips brushing over your bare skin- taking extra care to trace your new scars and your faded wounds- it’s enough to send you whining. And the mere sensation of his lips against your body- the little nibbles and the softness of his lips spreading here and there- it’s enough to send you squirming. Breaking you down and building you back into his image. Almost as if every time insisted you see a doctor or you take a break or you hold off going back to work was all in preparation for this one moment.

  “You want orders, princess?” He asks you finally, and you are not sure you have enough fire in your belly left to answer like the mafioso you’re supposed to be. Not that he cares. Not that he wanted that anyway. Because he wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of making you soft and pliable and desperate for his approval and his commands if that’s what he wanted for you, now would he. “You want to be my good girl?”

  As if that switch that was flipped on inside of you is now up and at full force, you start nodding your head like a mad woman. Like this was what you made for me. For following his orders. For following his lead. Whether it’s killing in his name. Whether it’s moaning his name. As long as he tells you to do it. As long as he commands you to do it. Then’s enough for you. In fact, it’s more than enough for you. 

  “Then lay back and open your legs for me, darling.”

  After all…

   “You can do that for your Doctor, right sweetheart?”

  …Dr. Ougai knows best.

[yandere-romanticaa]

I don't think some people understand just how absolutely terrifying Mori is and I want to talk about it.

When you meet him it will most likely be in a casual place such as the street or the mall with Elise by his side, naturally. The little girl takes a swift liking to you and basically demands Mori to convince you to play with her and he obeys. It is honestly a little humiliating seeing a grown man beg for something like that but it is endearing in its own little way. Feeling bad for them both you agree and promptly make your way towards the playground where the three of you spend the day together, responsibilities be damned.

Before you know it, the physician and his daughter become something of a semi often occurence in your life.

Mori himself is silly - tripping all over his words, especially if Elise says something to him. There are times when the little girl says some of the most concerning things totally out of the blue but Mori always manages to shut her up, which feels out of character for him.

It feels like some sort of secret that you really should not hear but you decide not to pay any attention to it. Everyone has secrets to keep, a skeleton or two deeply hidden in their closets, you don't judge Mori for this.

He is greatly pleased with your easygoing attitude.

Mori often sits in his pitch black office, the scent of fine chocolates and cigarette smoke lingering in the air as his subordinates give him their reports but his mind is elsewhere.

He's half paying attention to the executive's words as he grabs a tiny heart shaped chocolate from the pristine red box, its surface shining brightly against the light that is lit close to him. He pops is in his mouth and savors the milky flavour, the sweet strawberry centre giving it that extra delightful kick which he oh so craves.

Mori indulges in the sweets and thinks of you as he does so. Yes, this is something you would love.

The gifts start pouring and pouring, each one more extravagant than the last. They range from fine sweets, good wine, beautiful clothing and letters which detail the senders feelings towards you. The sender never bothered to sign the letters but always made sure to add something like I'm always watching or Sleep well.

It was creepy.

You tell Mori about some of the gifts that are left on your doorstep but never go into full detail as you're too nervous of scaring him off. The older man always somehow manages to laugh the entire sitation away and tells you to not so worry so much. Don't you know that some people would kill to have someone so helplessly in love with them? He sits on your couch, legs crossed and with a cup of tea in his hands, which you served him of course. You talk and talk and his words give shallow comfort especially as time goes by.

Was he being too forward? Did the gifts not suit your preferences? With a sigh he just waves off his men, all while thinking to himself "Ridiculous, of course they love it!"

Mori thinks you're just shy. You just are not used to someone paying so much attention to you, especially to the extent that Mori is. He has eyes and ears everywhere, your apartment is under constant surveillance and not to mention that the apartment itself is bugged, allowing Mori to hear you speak and do your other daily activities.

He knows you better then you know yourself.

It does not take Mori insert himself in your life in more personal ways. No matter who, Mori always somehow manages to make the people around him look worse than he is and in a flash he orchestrates the downfall of your whole entire life. You lose your job, your home, your friends and family no longer speak to you.

Some, if not all are dead but you don't need to know that.

That is when he comes to you, when you are at your weakest, your most vulnerable. He drops the silly act like a mask and his true colours are exposed.

Mori Ougai is a monster.

But, would you rather sell your soul to a monster or be left in the streets alone, unloved and penniless? Truly, your life would be so much easier if you just submit to him and look, you don't even need to do that much! Eat the food he feeds and wear the nice clothes he gets you and you will be golden!! Just, be still and pretty, alright?

It's honetly so jarring to see Mori's personality shift - one minute he is the silly doctor you met and grew to like, the man who says dumb things in order to make you laugh, the man who was willing to beg on his knees for you to just please, wear this cute outfit, it is going to look so good on you he promises!!

And yet, the next moment he is cold, cruel and calculating, the head of the Port Mafia. He is a man of his word and his subordinates greatly admire and fear him, yes, fear. Do not forget that Kyouka literally started shaking when she saw him after she left the Port Mafia, almost everyone who is in close contact with the man is never the same person they were once before. He will make himself out to be the best possible option and you know that he is the reason why your life is in shambles but that's not even the worst bit.

It is the fact that you have two options. Do you go to the streets and die in the darkness, be it from starvation, dehydration or murder? Or, do you stay with Mori who all but guarantees your safety and comfort, under the condition that you can never leave?

He knows you hate him and he is perfectly content with that. You will choose him in the end, you always will.

That is what keeps you both up at night, one with glee while the other with terror.

🕊️ TAGS: @yanroma, @oneoftheprettynerds, @rosemary108233, @itssara-chan, @gettinshiggywithit, @ophticcus

[beneathashadytree]

Heyy can I request 57 and 63 for Mori Ogai smut? For your event ofc💓

SHAMELESS - MORI OUGAI X READER

Warnings : dubcon (reader is coerced into it, but they secretly want it), Mori is a perverted underwear thief, unprotected sex, no prep, some objectification and degradation, belly-bulge, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : smut born from hell

Word count : 0.8K words

Additional notes : I hope you like this one, nonnie! It’s very… different than anything I’ve ever written, but hopefully still somewhat enjoyable🫣

Prompts : “I knew you were secretly a pervert, but this…!” “You say that, but all I hear is ‘more, more, more.’”

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“Oh my fucking God,” they choked out from the doorway, a horrified expression on their face as they looked at their boss where he lounged in front of them.

Sprawled all over the bed, it didn’t seem that the interruption bothered him in the least. There he was, amidst their rumpled sheets and looking perfectly at home intruding on their bedroom, a smirk on his curved lips and his long hair splayed out on their pillow.

But perhaps most alarming of all, was the fact that he’d pulled his hard cock out of his pants, and wrapped a fistful of their underwear around his leaking tip. If they looked closer, they’d notice that he’d already stained the fabric with his cum.

“Cat got your tongue?” His voice came out a little breathy, no doubt from the exertion of his… activities.

Their face was a bright red, feeling more embarrassed than the culprit himself was, apparently. “I’d worn those! They’re used!”

“That’s the whole point, my dear,” Mori chuckled, sitting up enough to look at them with his hungry eyes. “All the better to pretend I’m fucking you through them. And they smell… divine, I must say.”

They started feeling a little dizzy. “I knew you were secretly a pervert, but this…!”

“Is exactly what you’d like me to do to you, isn’t it?” He began to stroke his cock up and down once again, the slick sounds almost pornographic, as were his groans of pleasure. Even through his haze of lust, he managed to meet their eyes with a challenging look. “You want me to fuck you full with my cock, don’t you?”

“N-no, I—“

“Come, now,” he huffed out with a mirthless laugh, fucking their underwear in his fist. “You expect me to believe that when your own feet dragged you over here?”

Indeed, they’d walked over to the bed without even noticing it. It was almost like they were in a trance; unable to look away from his weeping, flushed tip, or the underwear stained with the pearlescent sheen of his previous release. Something about the sight knocked the wind out of them, and they hated every bit of it.

Now close enough for it, Mori used his other arm to drag them down onto the mattress beside him. “Take the one you’re wearing off right now,” he ordered. His smirk was anything but pleasant, but something about him right now demanded that they do just as he asks them to.

“Why?”

“I will either fuck you through it, or fuck myself with it. Which will it be?” he snapped at them, impatiently.

Under his lecherous stare, they could only reach out with wobbly arms and try to take off their pants. It seemed that they’d take too long, however, because no sooner had they stripped them off did he grab them by the hips.

“W-wait,” they cried out, as he unceremoniously shoved their underwear out of the way enough for him to slip his cock in the space created. “Sir, please, slow down!”

Mori shook his head, nudging his cockhead at them and wetting their entrance with his own mix of arousal and release, and watching as their eyes screwed up with a mix of sudden pleasure and worry. He paid their words no heed, as he could see just how much they’d wanted this from the way they pushed back onto his cock, as if begging him to do it faster.

And so he obliged them, and his own carnal desires. With one move, he’d shoved his cock inside them all at once, filling them to the brim and causing them to cry out his name, sobbing curses into his neck as they fell ontop of him. Clicking his tongue, he listened as they tried to formulate pathetic words of protest.

“F-fuck, I can’t… oh God! H-hurts,” they sniffled, digging their nails into his shoulders as he immediately began to pound into them, without so much as a care as to how they whimpered and their body jerked with every rough thrust. “I can’t take it… mmm, fuck!”

“You say that, but all I hear is ‘more, more, more,’” he chuckled, “You’re squeezing me like you never want me to pull out. And you expect me to believe you can’t take it?” His grip on their hips was merciless, and sure to leave a bruise by the morning.

Their insides felt like they were being molded to fit his cock; to be his perfect little fucktoy. His brutal pace was dragging the most pathetic whines and cries of protest out of them. He looked away from their tear-stained face, his dark eyes flitting between the sight of their belly bulging with each thrust, and where their drooling hole kept sucking his cock back inside them.

“You like it so much, and it’s killing you,” he laughed at the realization, something akin to wicked delight in his voice as his hips snapped up to meet their wobbly humps on his cock, “You want me to fuck you stupid, and you hate it.” All light vanished from his eyes, and he looked almost cruel as he met their gaze. “Good. I like my playthings messy.”

Taglist : @wifeofkyojuro @girlypowhat8 @the-foreigner

[yukikogazingthestars]

Fukuzawa and Mori with a S/O who is really into skincare.(Separate)

TW: None

Genre: Fluff

Mori

That man is an ex-doctor so he knows what ingredients work with what skin type.

He will take you to the best of the best aesthetic clinics.

If he doesn't know or has no time for skincare shopping, he will ask Kouyou to take you.

He will buy every gift set from every luxury brand for you to find out which brand works better until you've found the best one.

He will stare at you whenever you apply skincare or makeup until you ask " What's wrong with you?"

I doubt he used his own skincare but after seeing you're too stunning and elegant after the usage of skincares, he will want to use them too.

Of course, he will sneak your facial mask and put on his face telling how the facial masks are so relaxing

His favorite will be green tea with calming effect and collagen since he's in his 40

( He's getting older and he doesn't want people age shaming him in his back)🤣

At night, he and his S/O put on facial masks , lie down on the couch and have some quality time.

Fukuzawa

Unlike Mori, this man only knows shower gel, shampoo and deodorant.

He always sees his s/o applying so much liquid and oil on her face but he never knows what those are.

One day, his S/O ran for groceries and he's alone in the house, that's when he let his instructive thoughts win.

He rushed to the bedroom, picking up the pretty bottle one by one, smelling them one by one.

Finally, he decided to apply them on his face. Don't worry, he has seen you doing it every day so at least, he remembered the routine.

You came back and saw your husband sitting on the chair with a book.

( Something's wrong with him ) You thought quietly and stared at him for 2 or 3 minutes.

And then, you giggled.

"You used mine right? "

Fukuzawa didn't answer but his tomato face admitted what he did. You decided you should gife your husband.

Next day,You gifted him with a set of skincare which was released especially for middle aged men.

Now, you're even jealous of him because being 20 years younger than him, his skin is now better than yours , glowing and glowing.

[ha1taniwh0re]

BSD TOPICS

‼️Spoilers,ped0 mentioning, mafia content?‼️

Ready for hate once again

So im back at watching BSD and im currently at season 5, so I want to talk about some things I see on tik tok recently.

Mori effect

We all know about Mori's "children". Dazai, Yosano, Elise, Q and how Mori traumatized them. First Dazai, he was traumatized before he even met Mori so Mori didn't traumatized him but he did gave him some bad memories(aka killing ex boss Infront of Dazai), Yosano wasn't really traumatized directly by Mori. Mori is a person who will try not to make much mess, he would rather make one person to lose mind than millions of people lifes. Let's remember that ADA and PM have same job, they protect Yokohama's people, ADA is light and Port Mafia is dark so Mori isn't really heartless, he killed ex boss so millions of people wouldn't die just like in war(The leader of an organisation is at the pinnacle of the organization and, at the same time, he is its slave. The leader must be more than willing to commit any atrocity in order to insure the survival of the organization.). At the time yosano was traumatized by Mori she was in war. That experience is already traumatising, her ability was really helpful but it wasn't just Mori who traumatized her but also a soldiers too. They started to hate her at some point because of her ability Mori is doing what anyone in military would do if they were in Mori's position while they are in the middle of the war. Elise, elise is his ability. Yeah yeah she was a young girl before Mori transformed into little girl, but now she is just an ability and Mori controls her how he wants she can't be really traumatized as ability, she doesn't seem like she remembers that she was a real person before. Q is indeed traumatized by Mori too but most by Dazai, Dazai was the one who locked Q.

ADA member transfer to PM

Where to start here? There are some of things that are hinting on Dazai being next boss. Mori predicted that Dazai will be boss at 23(now he is 22), Dazai took off his blue thing off (that was sign that he is with Ada), Mori not sitting in openings and Dazai is scene before that and after. All ADA members having white background in outro s5 but dazai has red. And much more that I saw. People also said that Dazai won't be a person will be back to PM because of Oda. Let's remember that Oda was famous mafia member that never killed someone. So Dazai can be like Oda and he is still keeping his promise to Oda but also he will save ADA people from being in PM.

Better villains

BRO YOU GUYS COULDN'T HANDLE THESE TWO AND YOU WANT "BETTER" VILLAINS. They are THE BEST villains you guys just see one wrong thing and you become blind af. You saw for Mori being ped0(still bad not defending) and never saw anything else but he just is soooo not important. If he wasn't important he wouldn't be still alive. Fukuchi was SOOOO GOOD never could guess he was fifth member. Poor Tachihara became blind T^T

[father-of-port-mafia]

Hate to break it to you boss but the “unpleasant rumours” about the mafia and the agency associating with each other are more then confirmed. It’s not our fault. Junichiro is just really pretty

- @midwinter-momento

“Oh unpleasant rumours, huh?! So..should I talk about Dazai-kun and Chuya-kun or about Akutagawa and Atsushi?!...

*grinning widely*

“Or do you want me to tell you about Fukuzawa-Dono?!”

[missy-0-piink]

Mori doing everything he can to get you to love him, but it seems to never work. No matter how much time or money he spends on you, you dont seem to care. He's grateful for the nights you spend with him because of how rare it is. You push him down on his bed having your way with him. You smack him, spit on him, and make him feel small. By the end of it he's crying. Begging for your love. You let him curl up on you while you dote on him, finally giving him love. But by the morning you're already gone and just as cold if not colder than last time.

I love toxic reader <3 <3

Omg stop I love needy mori who loves reader

But honestly I don’t think I could do it 😭

I’m just not a mean person even this ask is making me think “oh poor baby 🥺”

But also it’s such a high to see mori so needy and desperate for your affection. Fuck, he’d do anything just to get you to spend time with him- if sex is the only way, then he’s sure as hell going to do it

He’d try things he doesn’t even like the thought of, all with an enthusiastic tone just because he wants time with you 🥺

He’d let you humiliate him, degrade him, practically torture him, just for that fraction of time that you take care of him

He melts when he hears your sweet tone, your gently hands running along his body, scratching softly at his scalp.

He clings to you like a koala, hoping that this moments will never end.

Sometimes he tries to force himself to stay awake, but he’s always so exhausted by the end that he never succeeds staying up past you.

And each time he wakes, you’re gone, and he’s left wondering what he’s doing wrong.

🙁

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hey! Hope you’re doing good. May I ask a scenario about Mori Ougai x reader where reader used to work at the mafia, and they dated but reader decided that she didn’t want to be part of the mafia anymore so she leaves the mafia and Mori but later she finds out that she’s pregnant and Mori finds out too later

Bungou Stray Dogs: Mori Ougai x Reader

It was a beautiful sunny day in Yokohama. Not a cloud in the sky. Perfect for the park.

You sit on a bench and watch your daughter play with some of the other children, but mostly alone, in the sun. Enjoying a few moments of peace & quiet.

Moments like these were few and far between.

“I thought you were never going to come back here.”

You felt a cold chill run up your spine at a familiar voice behind you. A big, dark cloud rolling back into your life. “My sister died. I had to come back and settle her affairs.”

“My condolences.” Mori replied. Moving from behind your bench to sitting right beside you. You weren’t sure if that made him more or less dangerous.

“Don’t bother. You never liked her.”

“Condolences have no manner of like or dislike. They are just condolences.” He replied. “Besides. She tried to keep us apart.”

“Don’t blame her. You drove us apart not my sister.”

“We seem to have very different opinion of events. As always.”

To the casual observer, it looked like they were having a calm, polite conversation. No one would be aware of the tension between them. Nor could they be aware of their unique abilities coiled inside each other ready to strike.

It’s funny. There was a time you remember not long ago that you were desperate to be with one another. Now you were just desperate to get away.

“She is mine. Isn’t she.”

It’s a question you were waiting for but hoped you wouldn’t have to answer. “Yes. You don’t seem surprised.”

“The eyes.” Ah, yes. He had you there. You had to look into them every day and be reminded of the man you once loved and left. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You would make me stay.” ‘Make’ was a strong word. Sure, now he would have made you, but at the time he would have just encouraged you to stay. Told you sweet nothings about the life you would have together as a family. Say all the right words to have you keep the baby. And you would have fallen for it, and you would have stayed. “But I didn’t want my child to grow up born a criminal.” There were no innocents in the mafia.

You expected Mori to put up a fight. To argue with you. To yell, to scream, to do something. You never expected him to just get up and prepare to walk away. “I would like to send you money.”

“We don’t need it.” You had a good job doing enhanced ability consolations in the city you were living in. A city which you didn’t want Mori to know.

“Can I meet her?”

“I would rather you didn’t.”

Again, to your surprise, Mori doesn’t put up a fight. “Give me a call the next time you are in town.” Which you both know will be never.

Still, you lie to each other and tell him, “I’ll do that.” Before Mori walked off and disappeared into the crowd.

A few moments later your daughter ran up to you. Red face and a little out of breath. “Who was that momma?!”

“He’s an old friend.”

[nomorepinkcigarettes]

i'm a whore for mori.

[cerebralinvasion]

yandere february event day 15

“Love is patient. I, however, am not.”

you stood stiffly at the doorway to mori’s office. how was it that you kept finding yourself here? despite how much you hated being around your boss, it had slowly become a near constant. you had always tried to draw as little attention as possible. do your very best on missions, stay careful not to cause any problems, follow all commands from superiors, and never speak unless spoken to. it was the perfect recipe for keeping your head down and laying low in the port mafia. and yet, day after day you found yourself being called to have visits with the leader himself.

the first time was the worst. having a direct request for a meeting from mori had scared you shitless. you had no idea what it meant for you. which executive had you managed to piss off that badly? you were, unsurprisingly, entirely confused when all that occurred was a casual conversation. the way he carried himself implied that something deeper than discussion of your day was at hand, but you’d never be able to read mori well enough to know what that possibly could have been.

the second time wasn’t nearly as bad, but it terrified you nonetheless. mori didn’t exactly have a habit of being predictable. you had no idea if this next meeting would run in a similar fashion as to the last or if something much worse would go down. it ended up being quite the same, elise was there this time. you were careful to give the girl some of your attention while there. nervously asking her about her drawings. it wasn’t until near the end of your visit that mori offhandedly mentioned something about being a single father to the girl. how it’d be nice to have another parent in her life. you thought it was a weird thing to say, not only because she was an ability and not a real living being, but also because even if she was an actual human, why would he be telling this to you of all people? you tried not to question it.

today was the seventeenth time you’d been called into his office. it wasn’t as scary as the first, but you were careful to keep your wits about you. as much as you wanted to grow comfortable in the space you’d been spending so much time in, you couldn’t help but feel it was a bad idea. this was still the leader of the port mafia that stood in front of you. and you still had no grasp of his true intentions. to allow yourself to grow too comfortable could prove a fatal mistake.

“ah, so glad you got my invitation. have a seat.” mori’s voice called out.

you did as asked, gently placing yourself in one of the two cushioned chairs around the coffee table. a beautiful view of the city stood before you.

“how can i help you, sir.” you still didn’t make eye contact, staring pensively at your hands in your lap.

“still as aloof as ever, and we’ve met how many times?”

“seventeen, sir.” even though the question was likely rhetorical, you answered promptly.

“right, and despite how many meetings we’ve held, you’re still as formal as the first. you can relax around me, you know. i don’t bite.” the grin on his face was almost wolf-like.

“you’re my boss, i just try to remain respectful.”

“hm. it’s been over a month since our first meeting, hasn’t it? and you haven’t warmed up to me at all. i guess it’s true that love is patient. i, however, am not. i've found myself growing weary of this drawn-out courting.”

“love?” your eyes widened slightly and you met the man’s eyes for the first time since you entered the room. your face read as nothing but entirely confused.

“that’s right. i’m surprised you hadn’t picked up on it sooner. i thought i’ve been making my preference for you quite clear. but that’s alright, some people just require a bit more candidity than others.”

“i- i’m sorry sir but i don’t know if i- um- this feels like a sort of-” you sputtered, stumbling over your words. this is not what you wanted. nothing about attracting the boss of the port mafia would help you continue to stay unnoticed and out of trouble. but considering your situation, flat out rejecting him couldn’t be a smart idea.

“i’m sure you’re aware that you don’t have much of a choice here, yes?” he cut off your pathetic attempts at forming a statement. “but don’t think of it as a negative thing. you’re quite capable, i’d hate for that talent to be wasted, and you’ll receive far more benefits within this organization than you did previously. the kind of benefits someone of your skill level deserves. i’ll make sure to take good care of you.”