#port: smut

[kurokawaia]

DAY ONE - GUNPLAY 彡 Dazai Osamu

WARNINGS :: Port Mafia Boss Dazai!, x fem!reader, afab, yandere? dazai, controlling, Forced confinement, psychological manipulation, power imbalance, dark themes, dubious consent, overstimulation, gunplay, getting fucked by a gun on a desk, mean!dazai, slight choking, sucking the gun + more

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You are afraid.

You are anticipating Dazai's reaction to your plea, but you presume it will always be the same answer. You can hear his cold voice in your ear, but only just barely. His straightforward response was, "No, Belladonna."

You hesitate, then raise your fist to knock softly on his large office doors. One idea kept coming up in your mind: you wouldn't want to disturb Dazai if he was working on anything significant. You wouldn't want him to treat you badly again if you were interrupting him when he was busy.

You were unaware that papers were spread all over his desk in that room as Dazai wrote on them, making a faint tapping sound as he did so. He was not in the mood for any shenanigans today, which was bad for you. His eyes were as cold as ever as he moved between the piles of paper.

To avoid disturbing him, you enter cautiously, quietly, and slowly. You had to take a deep breath and pause before you could approach any closer since the room was so quiet. The air of Dazai made you question everything. 

He had been leaving early in the morning and coming home later at night, this has been happening for days. Ever since the workload had upped, Dazai wasn't even acknowledging your presence anymore. 

You can't stand how isolated you feel. You need a break from being alone, only if he would come back home earlier, or even stay just five minutes longer so you could see him before he left. You need Dazai, despite everything he has done and is doing to you.

"Osamu," you say gently as you go up to him.

His eyes briefly meet yours before returning to the papers because he doesn't want to be bothered.

You bite your lower lip as he gives you a quick look, but you can't tell if he was upset with you or his job, so you try again. "Since you've spent the entire day here, how about we spend some time outside? Just for a walk?" you ask again in a quieter, more tender voice.

His pen pauses in the middle of a stroke, and as you watch his tongue run over his teeth within his mouth, a soft breath escapes your lips.

He asks again, "You... want to go outside?" "Um...Yes," you respond, fiddling with your fingers all while staring at the floor. "J-Just for a short while. It's not easy being locked up here."

You recoil when Dazai drops his pen against the wooden desk. His eyes lift to meet yours as he relaxes in his chair, as the intensity causes your heart to leap. You hated that you couldn't read his eyes because you never knew if what you said would be well received by him.

However, you thought... at that very moment... that he-

"What did I tell you about asking such things?" he asks you, his voice so rasping that it sends chills through your body.

Your heart skips a beat as you blink. "Osamu, I only thought-"

"You thought?" Dazai responds with a wicked smirk that lacks any warmth. "You thought that it would be alright to rebel against me?"

In a single motion, he gets up from his chair, as you notice how he grabs his weapon that is lying on his desk. As you watch his thin fingers wrap effortlessly around the metal, your breath stops in your throat.

You're afraid.

You quickly revolt, your voice shaking, "I wasn't going against you," as you back off a step while he slowly walks around the desk towards you.  

"You are questioning my authority. You want to go outside while you are not allowed. That, Belladonna, is disobedience," he says, his brown eyes narrowing on you as he gets closer and his proximity becomes restrictive. "You know what happens when you disobey me, don't you?"

Your breath catches when he grabs your wrist and jerks you forward to where you are pushed against his chest. His fingers dig into your skin, firm but not painful... yet.

"I told you before, didn't I?" he breathes quietly into your ear. "You do not have to think. You only need to listen." His body clashes against yours, as your heartbeat accelerates rapidly. His grip is just strong enough to make you wince. "I-I'm sorry, Osamu..."

"Sorry isn't enough." He turns you around and sets your back against the edge of the desk. His hand reaches up to wrap around your neck; it’s not a tight grasp, but it’s enough to keep you from moving as his hot breath hits your ear. "You need to learn that you’re not allowed to leave. And I’ll make sure you remember this lesson." His presence is overwhelming, and it causes your heart to pound. "I do this to protect you, Bella," he murmurs quietly, pressing his lips against the shell of your ear. "So don't make me punish you again after this."

His fingertips brush your cheek, seductively light, as he pulls away to look at you. "Now, let's get one thing straight." His gaze burns into yours. "You will never question me again. If you want to be safe, you will do what I say. Okay?"

"Yes," you say softly.

"Good," he purrs. "So..."

When the gun's head presses against your chest, your breath shortens. "O-Osamu..." you moan, your body shivering with every breath.

"Shhhh," Dazai whispers, his free hand holding the back of your head as he buries his face into your hair, inhaling your sweet cherry shampoo. "I'm not going to hurt you, just going to teach you a lesson."

You stand there for a minute more, your pulse beating and your thoughts racing as the gun travels down your breasts, eventually ending at your lower belly. Immediately, your hands grab Dazai's shoulders and crush your head into his chest.

"I am sorry, Osamu. "P-Please, I am so sorry," you sob into his chest.

A giggle escapes his lips, as the hand caressing your head now combs your hair in an almost relaxed manner. "I'm not going to hurt you," Dazai says, drawing back and kissing the top of your head. "Trust me, Bella."

His hand travels down to your skirt, tugging the zip, causing the pencil skirt to tumble down your waist and to the floor. Dazai's fingers pull beneath your G-strong, his middle fingers moving up your folds, and you helplessly cry, burying your face in his chest once more.

"See, darling, I'm not hurting you," he coos, surprised at how submissive you were to him.

"Feels good," you say breathlessly. "M-more." 

Dazai shoved the gun deeper into your flesh, but it traveled lower, to your pelvis, but you couldn't think about it; the pleasure was too intense to bear. He tugs your G-string to the side, taking in the lust that glistened everywhere, practically flowing down your thigh. "Of course...Oh, Bella... you're soaked."

You bit down hard on your bottom lip; you were experiencing too many sensations at once, and your legs were about to give out. Then you feel him pull your underwear down your legs, the black fabric slapping your ankles as you slide out of them. 

"Take your shirt... off," Dazai says gently, his breath burning on your ear.

He raises his free hand to gently grab your throat, pressing lightly and feeling your heartbeat against his palm. Dazai swallows the knot in his throat. God, he loves to feel your heartbeat throb against any part of her body. You are so simple to manipulate, and he adores you. You're great for him.

You unbutton the simple white blouse as softly as possible, feeling Dazai's smile on your lips. Then he gently drags the gun up to your chest, between your breasts, pulling his hand away from your mouth and tracking the cold metal up your throat till it brushes against your lips.

Your breath catches in your throat. Dazai smirks.

"Suck, Darling," he adds, pleased by your reaction; he could tell you were scared of what he intended to do.  

Little did you know that the gun's safety was turned on, and even if it wasn't, he'd make sure not to pull the trigger. He needs you in his life more than he lets on.

You reluctantly open your lips, allowing Dazai to carefully put the metal inside it. "Good girl," he compliments, seeing the tears well up in your eyes once more. 

The praise causes your cunt to throb and your heart to swell. You swirl your tongue over the gun tip to ensure that the barrel is soaked. Surprisingly, it wasn't as unpleasant as you expected; instead, you noticed that it was quite cold and that the flavor was clearly metallic, something you were unfamiliar with.

Dazai experimentally puts the pistol farther into your mouth, causing you to choke, and you grasp his blazer tighter. He was proud of you for choosing him over the air, and you made him wild.  

He takes the gun out of your mouth, and you breath quickly, savoring the way the oxygen filled your lungs before you coughed slightly. Dazai admires the stream of saliva that leads to the gun from your lips, just as if you were sucking his dick.

You gasp as you feel the point of the pistol touch up against your swollen clit, your hands tightening on Dazai. He begins to gather the excitement flowing from your cunt around the pistol, the metal rubbing across your folds as you helplessly groan at the strange feeling.

"'Samu," you hiccup. "Please.."

"Hmm? "Please what?" he responds.

When the point of the pistol pushes into your entrance, your eyes widen and your walls tighten around the metal. "M-More," you whimpered. "Please."

Of course, he agrees to your request since it is only a matter of time before you realize there is a pistol going to be shoved in and out of your cunt. Dazai starts working the gun in and out of your moist cunt, watching your excitement flow down the pistol and onto the floor.   

"You're loving this, Bella, aren't you?" Dazai hums, angling the pistol to precisely strike your sweet spot. "My gun in your cunt," he says quietly, knowing what the reaction will be.

Tears puddle at your lash line; you'd be screwed if he pulled the trigger. You wouldn't put it beyond him; he'd let you to bleed out on the floor, and he'd probably enjoy it. But... he loves his gorgeous Belladonna so much that he couldn't let you go till you died. 

"Please, don't," you sob, both with pleasure and terror of being shot.

"Please what?"

"Please don't kill me," you begged.

"I would never, Bella," he says, slipping his tongue between your lips. "Just making you feel good." 

He accelerates the pace at which he is shoving the pistol, and you groan into his lips as he puts you on his desk. You were completely overwhelmed by all of your senses: his gun within you, his kissing you, and the way his hand was around your throat.

Dazai angles the pistol so he can toy with your clit while pumping the gun in and out of you, and you can't hold it for long. The coil in your gut was tightening, and you were not going to wait.

"Please, Osamu," you begged. "N-Need to come, please."

"Wait a little longer, or maybe I will just pull the trigger," he mutters into your mouth.

"N-No," you whimpered. "Please, I just' want to come, please, 'Samu."

"Alright," Dazai responds, thrusting the pistol farther into your cunt, which has tightened even more until you rip away from the kiss and fling your head back, a loud groan exiting your mouth. Your cum poured all over his palm and desk, soaking the paper underneath. 

"You know," he says quietly, "I push you because I need you to understand... no one else can keep you safe like I can." His thumb brushed against your lower lip. "This world is far too dangerous for you to be anything less than strong."

"I know I'm rough with you sometimes," he acknowledges. "But I can't afford to lose you. Not in a world like this. You are mine, and I do not share what is mine. And the gun's safety was turned on."

"The safety was on..." you mutter in surprise.

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An Even Better Mother

Warnings: Breeding, noncon, kidnapping, past abuse, tying wrist, threats and signs of depression - like not wanting to eat an having to be fed

Pairing: PM! Yandere Dazai x Reader

Notes: Wrote this in a plan, sorry! It's not very good bc it's not proof read! But enjoy. :)! (I'm a sucker for domestic moments !!!)

You weren't oblivious to it, you knew about the man watching you from across the bar, the café, your campus, hell, even your job. But the reality was that you lived in a small city, and as a "glass half full" kind of person, you chose to look at the positive sides. Besides, at that time, you had bigger issues to worry about, like how you were going to pass your classes that semester or how you were going to pay for your cramped, rundown apartment that month. Besides you enjoyed the rare doting of a man, and it helps that the man in the black trench coat had a nice lean build. And maybe even a nice face.

"Maybe I'll become a pornstar" you chuckle a bit to your phone. "Oh, I'd pay!" your friend teased. "I miss you babesss! Come home the kids miss you" you roll your eyes, "Paws and Riffords will be just fineee" you respond grabbing your bag, "Besides, I can't go back, I haven't even finished this semester" you sigh out. You waited for a reply, but one long pause later prompted you to look at your screen and to your dismay it's dead. Your grumble a bit before locking up the store. "During my late shift too, fuck my life" you whisper.

"Excuse me." a man says from behind you. "Sorry, we're closed." you don't even bother to turn around as you lock the main doors, "We open again tomorrow at 5 am-" you turn and find yourself faced to face with him. Now that he's up close you can really see how beautiful his face is, brown hair drooping a bit over his forehead and piercing- almost dead- brown eyes. Nevertheless, his facial harmony was quite gorgeous.

You want to say something, but you find yourself opening your mouth and nothing coming out.

He chuckles a bit, making you giggle, "I'm sorry, I'm not really here for your store hours."

You clear your throat, "Oh... Then-" you awkwardly smile and look to the side. You always kind of hoped he'd talk to you, and to be honest you sort of just thought he was shy, just like you. You, oblivious? No! Naive though...

"I was hoping I could walk you to the station and maybe treat you to a drink" he interrupts.

It was unfortunate that you physically felt your face brighten and eyes widen, "R-right now? " you ask sort of looking down at your uniform, given that it was just black on black- a turtleneck and slacks.

"I can come again if tonight isn't any good"

It had been a hot... couple of years since someone had asked you out so your face dropped a bit and your mouth twitched a bit downward. "N-no," you waved your hands to reaffirm him before you quickly dropped them when your mind told you to 'stop embarrassing yourself'. "Tonight is just fine. But, aren't most places closed? it's 12"

"I know a great place, it's not far from here. "He extends his hand out, and for a moment your heart skips a beat and you reach out to grab his, but this is only when you notice the bandages on his palm. You hesitate a bit as you scan his body. No, something wasn't right. His arms and neck are both wrapped with bandages.

'Who am I to judge' you think before awkwardly chuckling and grabbing his hand," If you say so!"You can't really remember anything after that, maybe the walk- but not much about what was discussed- oh, and arriving to a warmly lit bar before complete darkness.

You woke up gasping from air, must have been a bad dream. You turn to grab your phone off the nightstand, only to find that there is no night stand. In fact, your not even on a bed, just a mattress on a cold concrete floor...

"No no no" you repeat several times sitting up and grabbing the thick metal clasp around your ankle. Your vision is blurred with tears as you look down at your body and find that you're in some thin tank top and in shorts, and no longer in your uniform. "Fuck fuck fuck" your voice cracks a bit looking around the blurry room for something to explain what was going on. Floor boards creakng managed to get your attention, you whip your head around and try to make out the dark figure, "D-Dazai..." your voice cracks a bit as you whisper his name.

"I was beginning to get a bit worried." he says as he enters the dimly lit area his black coat shifting making a crinkle noise.

Before you could say anything that would make you appear even a bit brave, you breakdown into sobs and please, "Pl-please Idon'thaveanymoney I'monlyincollegeandI-I'mbarely makingendsmeet-" he raises a hand up and chuckles, "I know that." he approaches you making you shift your bodyaway from him. "You know when I first saw you, I just thought about how beautiful of a wife you'd be" you keep your eyes down at his hand, the one which he rests his weight on as he leans a bit closer toward you. "But then, I saw you struggle. I figured, I could give you a better life here than the one you have out there" you sniffle as you swallow the lump in your throat.

"Please... I just w-want to go home" you wipe the tears away from your eyes. You can hear him sigh and he stands himself up, "I'll be home in a few hours, the chain should reach the bathroom-"

"No, wait."

He turns to look at your pitiful face, "I'll be back""No! Y-you can't just leave me here!" you yell as he made his way up the stairs.

That evening he got home and sat on the mattress next to you with takeout in hand, his face seemed all too happy for someone who just kidnapped someone.

"Eat up, hun! I know this is your favorite" he places the white box next to you and he takes out another one placing it on his lap. Although he was right, you weren't in the mood to eat anything, especially anything from him. "I'm okay... " you whisper looking down at the plate.

You can hear him sigh and set his plate down. He gets in front of you and forces you to look at his face, "You need to eat." he says his face lost of any emotion. You look away from his stare before his grip tightens, "Hunny... You need to look at me when I'm talking to you. " you bite your lip before looking up at him. "I said you need to eat" he smiles with a bit of warmth. You swallow thick, "I-I'm not hungry" you whisper.

"I'm not asking you to eat. " he states kneeling down in front of you and grabbing your hand. You grunt as you try to pull it away, but he's surprisingly strong, "Now, what's the point of having a functioning hand if you're not going to use it"

"W-what are y-" he cuts you off, "So tell me hun, which finger make you learn your lesson." your heart rate quickens, "Ah, stop! Dazai-" he grabs your index and thumb, "Or maybe I'll go for two"

That was some time ago. Now you're upstairs looking down at the boil pot of potatoes as the rice cooker's timer goes off. The chain doesn't let you go very fast, but at least now it's upstairs. Sure, it lacks windows and your chain doesn't reach the front door, but at least now your not in that cold basement.

With a spoon you begin to cut uneven slices of potatoes- yes, a spoon not a knife after the incident that got your left hand broken. You squish the potatoes with a cup and add seasoning to your liking. You don't even notice him approaching you from behind until he crashes into you, holding you tightly and burying his face into the crook of your neck. Your startled of course and you almost just want to push him away, but the 7 weeks of recovering from a broken ankle really taught you that fighting him wasn't the best idea.

"I..." you cleared your throat a bit, "The house is mopped and swept, the laundry is folded and dinner is almost ready." you say as you continue to mix the pepper in. He grabs your hand and lifts it up to his face before kissing it, it makes your cringe. "Thank you, hun" you try to smile lightly, but your give him an awkward teary eyed smile.

Dinner is usually quite on your end, it's not like there's much to talk about and old habits die hard so you find yourself looking down at your plate mostly. "It's really good" his voice breaks the silence, "I'm glad you like it..." you whisper playing with your food. "Open wide" when you look up his bandaged hand held a spoon full of mashed potatoes and a piece of chicken.

You oblige and eat it.

Usually when he's done eating he stays behind to make sure you eat, not always, but sometimes. Tonight was one of those nights. When he gets impatient he grabs the utensils and feeds you himself. Tonight was on of those nights.

When he as done feeding you he grabbed the plates and brought them to the sink, you followed after him and began washing them, and he joined you. In silence you washed, and he dried the plates. He had never done this before, but you wouldn't dare question him. You couldn't help but think about what a nice domestic moment this would be if he hadn't...

"Come here, hun" he grabbed your hand and led you to the living room. He turns it onto some channel with a comedy playing before quickly getting up, "I'll be back" he kisses your head before leaving the room. Usually, you're not allowed to watch TV, but tonight was different. You can hear rummaging in the fridge, so you turn around, "Nuh uh hun, no peaking!" he shouts back. Quickly you turn around and look back at the screen. "Close your eyes, hun!" so you do and you silently grab your knees with anticipation.

"Okay, now open them." so you do.

A drink, no not just any drink, "A frappe?" you ask turning your head towards him. "It's been a while since you had a sweet treat, right?" you nod and grab it from his hand. It had been a while since you last drank an overly sweet caffeinated drink, hell, it's been months- maybe years even. Especially since you moved to Japan andstartes running low on funds.

"Thank you" you smile slightly before you began drinking it.

He lays a blanket over your shoulder before sitting next to you and holding you, tightly. Sure it bothers you, but you've learned to let the small things go.

When the movie ends you sigh, and silently dread going to bed. You begin to shrug the blanket of your shoulders before Dazai brings it back around you and carries you to the bedroom, now this was new.

'Is he trying to get on my good side?" you thought looking down at the carpet hall. He dropped you onto the bed making you bounce a bit. Quickly, he began to undo his tie with his hand while the other began to unbutton his collared shirt. "Osamu... " you say pushing yourself away from the edge he was undressing himself at.

"You've been so good for me, hun" he whispers grabbing your ankle and pulling you toward him.

Your eyes began to tear up, you feared he'd do this eventually. "No- NO! "you yell attempting to kick his lean body away. "Please, I've been good- so good! " you sob out, "I don't- I don't want to" he pins your legs down making you resort to using hands- mind you one is semi healed.

He begins to tear your shirt off, and you thrashing and grunt yelling for help in hopes that someone out there will hear you. He shushes you and slides himself onto your legs, caging them. You try to grab at his hair and scratch his face with your nails, but he's unfazed. Instead, he grabs your left hand and begins to squeeze his, hard. You shriek and focus your attention on getting him to let go.

Pinning both hands down he comes up to your red, tear stained face, "I've been patient" he kisses your mouth as you shook your head in an attempt to get him off.

You gasp for air as he let's your lips go, "You're such a good wife, I kept thinking about what an even better mother you'd be" he lays his head sideways on your bare chest to listen to your heart beat as you pleaded him to stop.

He looks up at you with a warm smile and with his tie he quickly binds both wrists together at the top of the head board.

"I'll make this enjoyable for you" he whispers as you tried to kick him away while he stripped your bottom half.

Your pleading fell deaf to his ears while his eyes scanned your practically nude body. His hands grabbed your hips as he kissed your pelvis and began going up, smothering the median section of your body with wet kisses. His hands slide towards your inner thighs and trace your entrance. You let a heavy breath out as you toss your head back and grip the silk fabric binding your wrists together. His middle and ring slowly enter your warmth while his mouth suckles on your neck. His thumb rubs circles around your clothes, you grunt when he bites into the column of your neck. Squirming, you attempt close your legs before his playful bites turn to violent chomps, "Don't." he orders, muffled by your skin. His fingers thrusted in and out slowly, increasingly drenching his fingers as they slowly glided in and out. "Let's see how many times I can make you come before I finish" he chuckles a bit as you whimper, he watches your stomach twitch as it tightens. Your toes curl, and his lips suck in your nipple and playfully grazes his teeth against the nub. "O-Osamu, please" your head tossed back you groan in a weak attempt to get him to stop. "It feels good, doesn't it?" he whispers, "You want this don't you?" you open your mouth but he cuts you off, "since you first saw me, you wanted me to fuck you so hard you come on my cock before I fuck a baby into you" you shake your head and the force in his fingers increase, curving them inward. You moan arching your back before coming on his fingers, but he doesn't stop. "So sensitive." he mumbles against your skin as your pussy twitches with each thrusts, "Who out there would take care of you like I do?" he grabs your face- now tear and sweat stained red with embarrassment- your chest in rising and falling heavily as he fucks your whole with his lengthy fingers, "Nobody, honey" you groan and come hard on his fingers. He watches as your Facebook contorts with pleasure never once blinking as you shut your eyes and groan with delight.

He brings his fingers up and licks them before smashing his lips against your. You squeal with disgust making him chuckle against your lips, his hands undoing his belt. When he's finally done, you're gasping for air. His hands grabs your hips as he aligns his tip with your gaping entrance. Whimpering, you close your eyes, "please" you plead out or breath.

The bed shifts as he tilts your body so he can plunge his cock in, which is what he does. With a heavy breath he glides in with a lewd squish, you toss your head back and sob with your mouth open as he begins to thrust in and out of your sopping hole. His width and length foreign to your pussy. You grip as harshly as you can to the bindings on your wrists to release tension. Your body shakes a bit with each thrust, his brown eye watching every little bounce of your tits and fat. The worst part was, it felt so good, but you couldn't stop crying. It was embarrassing, the way he moaned so proudly and how you let out broken almost bitten down moans. Both breaths in sync, the room was filled with squishing and panting as he drilled himself in to you. His cock began to twitch and his pace became much more needy as he sped up and chased his own high. He let out small, needy whimpers and short, shallow breath with each quick thrust. He held your body close as he released his seed into you, and you began to sob,but as much as he wanted to comfort you, he had bigger issues to handle. His fingers slide across your slit making your sensitive pussy twitch and shoved whatever had spilled out back in- plunging his index and middle fingers into your needy hole. You jolt and gasp at this feeling making him chuckle, "Oh~, my poor darling wants more?" he coos, "relax, it's just to ensure every drop stays in" he says like it was a fact you should've known. "After all, how else are babies made"

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jealousy - chuuya nakahara

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☆  character: Chuuya Nakahara

☆  tw: MINORS DNI 18+ sexual explicit content (fem reader) : jealousy sex, "princess", "doll", praises, idk yo I just love that man

☆ note: been ages lolz, anyways i'm trying to get back into writing so sorry if this is rusty UGHHH enjoy my loves *: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*

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Intimate hues of the lights adorned the halls were oh so perfectly framing your face as you talked - or rather extracted information - from  a member of the X party. Abundance and richness dripped from every corner of the rooms: candles flickering lazily, buffets on silver platters filled with caviars, smoked meats and fruits, champagne, and lots - oh yes lots of diamonds. It looked as if everything was too good to be true, a glittering illusion masking darker secrets beneath. And that’s exactly why you were there with Chuuya by your side on a mission to gain crucial information about X- said information specifically requested by Mori. There had been news going around town that they had been stealing shipments late at night, and that meant stealing from the Port Mafia’s ground. Crossing lines that they should've never crossed, unless they wanted to end up six feets under. 

You walked through the crowd, the slit of your dress went  up your soft thighs, as it almost reached your waist, letting people swarm over you like moths enamoured by the brightest flame.  It was as if all the lights in the room were on you, your gaze looming over the executive, needing just that last piece of information to finally call it a night.

The mission went even more smoothly than you thought, your hand slowly touching the man’s arm, a sweet laughter dripping from your parted lips at his joke. Every gaze was filled with a desire to touch, to know, to possess.

His attention was easy to catch. He leaned in closer, clearly infatuated, eager to please. But you kept your smile soft, your tone disarming, and yet beneath it all, your gaze was sharp, ready to extract the information you needed. You were so close, one more well-placed word, one more laugh, and you’d have the final piece of the puzzle.

Chuuya, who was sitting at the bar a few seats from you, narrowed his eyes, sharp canine poking from between his kissable lips. Downing a drink in silence,  his eyes held a barely restrained fury ‘Fuck’ He cursed under his breath, low enough that only the nearest patrons might hear, eyebrows cocking as the man seemed to be about to devour you whole. Leg shaking under the table, he impatiently taped the side of his glass with his gloved fingers. Said gloved fingers slick from the condensation of the drink. A droplet slid down the side of the glass, slow and deliberate, before landing with a quiet plop on the polished oakwood of the bar. He could hear everything: the ticking of the clock, the chatters all around him, but more so how your sweet voice responded to the man. 

He was losing control, and he knew it. This wasn’t just about the mission anymore. It was about you, and the way this man had dared to even look at you, there was no way he could ever get away with it. Chuuya had to remind himself over and over—it’s part of the plan, it’s part of the plan—but the jealousy clawing at him was winning. The thought that maybe you didn’t see him the way he saw you ate at him, and he was two seconds away from tearing the whole operation apart.

And then it happened. The man, charmed  by your smile, your attention, let his hand slide lower, reaching out to grip your thigh. You could feel the roughness of his fingers skimming across your skin, and your body tensed instinctively. Before you could even react, a sharp sound cracked through the tension—a gloved hand smacking the man’s away, so forcefully the slap echoed across the room.

‘Sir!?’ Confusion filled  the executive’s  voice, as his eyebrows raised, clearly not ready to back out so easily. You could  only sigh internally, it had always been like that. Every time you worked to get close, Chuuya lost his cool just before the crucial moment.  It would have been a blatant lie to say that it annoyed you, in fact you found his jealousy strangely endearing.

‘Back off asshole, she’s with me’’ Growled Chuuya, Cerulean eyes boring into his. His arm was  firmly wrapped around your waist, bringing you even closer, gloved fingers digging into your soft exposed  skin as if to reiterate his point. He looked absolutely breathtaking like this -  when his possessive side showed like that, you thought in a haze. His cologne mixed with his natural scent only made your head spin even more. 

‘I believe we were having a discussion - ‘ The executive stammered, trying to assert himself until he was cut by Chuuya’s rough voice. 

‘Shut the fuck up’

The Mafia executive spat, cutting him off mid-sentence. He clearly was not having it, and before the man could even say another word, He whisked you away upstairs in a closed room where he slammed the door shut. He clicked his tongue in irritation, unbuttoning the upper half of his shirt, unveiling a sliver of his ivory-white skin with each pop. He felt  like he was  losing his damn mind, needing to cool down for a second, everything becoming way too much way too quick downstairs. 

Your gaze never left  his, cradling your face in your arms as you laid atop the plush mattress of one of the many many rooms in this mansion. You could see the storm raging inside him, the jealousy, the protectiveness, the raw need. And you couldn’t help but tease him, just a little 

‘Chuuya, focus on the mission, would you?’

Your teasing tone did  not go unnoticed as a faint blush dusted his cheeks, his jealousy so clearly put on display. Freezing for a moment, he was suddenly hyper aware of every breath he took.Turning  around to face  you, he frowned.

‘I can’t stand seeing any of those pieces of shit touch you’ He was more than bold, cornering you against the bed. ‘Would you understand that?’ He raised an eyebrow, playing with your words. You couldn’t help but enjoy this. This desperate jealous side of him that you always saw on missions like these. Flickering your eyes to his lips, you smiled innocently. 

‘It's part of the mission Chuuya, how else do you want us to get that information Mori asked for’

He only gruffed, leaning against the wall beside you.

‘There’s just no way I can see that and stay calm, y’know me’

He raised an eyebrow, as if this was the most evident thing in the entire universe.

‘Besides, I’d rather use my fucking fist then let one of the these dirtbags breath the same air as you’ 

Gosh - It made your heart flutter. You leaned forward, almost tauntingly letting the silky satin drip down your chest, exposing your cleavage. ‘Yea? You would? Tell me more’

Chuuya narrowed his eyes at you, a faint blush back on his cheeks, as his gaze desperately tried to avoid the valley of your breasts so prettily put on display for him. 

‘Cut that crap already’ He paused scowling, regrouping his composure slightly before letting himself sit next to you on the bed. You taunting him was enough to send him to heaven and back. Not to mention the way your dress hugged your curves so perfectly, the material dipping exposing your curves - Stop. He had to control himself. 

‘I mean it…’ You were now the one who was bold. Your hand coming to rest gingerly on his thigh. He tensed, his whole body feeling as if an electric current ran through him. ‘I want to know what’s on your mind right now…’ You cooed, your eyes drinking in the sight of his flustered face. You’d had wanted him since forever, and now it was enough, you could not hold back anymore. Seeing his possessive side shine through in missions always aroused you more than you’d ever admit, but today was your breaking point — The faint glow of the candle light illuminating the side of his face, taunt jaw, pursed lips, and furrowed brow. He was beyond handsome, but that was no news to you.

The tension in the room felt thick, like a cord pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.You shifted slightly, the soft silk of your dress brushing against your skin, reminding you just how far you were pushing him. The material clung to you in all the right places, the slit revealing enough to make anyone pause in their tracks, but it was the way Chuuya looked at you that set you alight. His gaze burned with such want, that he felt himself getting dizzy with need. 

On the other hand,  you couldn’t help it. You loved testing him, pushing his limits just to watch him unravel. The way his jaw clenched, the subtle twitch in his fingers like he was fighting the urge to grab you, it made you delirious with want.

His sharp gaze, usually so bold and confident, held a tinge of timidness in the depth of it. Clearing his throat, his eyes zeroed on the way your thumb gently caressed his thigh, the sensation alone enough to send a surge of heat to his groin. It was as if he was at a loss for words,  a rare sight indeed. Years and years of longing for you coming to crash down on him like waves perpetually hitting the shore. 

‘You know…’ you purred, voice dripping with that teasing edge he loved and hated all at once, ‘if you can’t handle this, maybe I should’ve gone with someone else. Someone who could keep their cool on a mission like this.’ You just wanted to rile him up enough so that he could confess his feelings, and gosh — seeing the look in his eyes as his face snapped to meet yours. It was all too good.

His gaze  flashed, anger and desire swirling together in a dangerous mix. He shifted, grabbing your hand that once rested on his thigh  in one swift motion, holding it just tight enough to make you feel the strength behind his restraint.

‘You’d better not even joke about that’ he murmured, voice low and  eyes dark with barely restrained jealousy. ‘Am’ the only one who can touch you. Got that?’ His hand gently grabbed ahold of your chin, tilting it up to meet the seriousness of his gaze - and at that moment, you  wondered  if you pushed it too far. 

‘Touch me right now then..’ Your voice sent a deep shiver through every pore of his being. Chuuya's keen eyes flashed, pupils dilating with sheer lust as he took a moment to register your words. 

‘Yea? Sure’ you can handle it?’ His grip on your chin faltered until he pushed you down gently on the bed. You almost melted into a heap on the mattress, his nervosity seeming to vanish in one-go and you knew you were in for a ride. Chuuya did exhibit such a calm demeanour before you, yet his insides were twisting with a mix of want and apprehensiveness. Truthfully, he would have been lying if he said he hadn’t been dreaming about this moment for so long, and now that words had been spoken, holding himself back was not an option anymore. 

You felt your insides burn and turn as he lowered himself on top of you, cornering you between his body and the plush mattress. Your plump lips parting to voice your thoughts, but you remained silent as if in awe of the man above you: long ginger strands cascading atop his shoulder, cerulean eyes swirling with a twinkle of lust and his white button up slightly — oh so deliciously unbuttoned exposing the fair skin of his collarbones. 

He hummed, eyes taking in the sight of you sprawled below him, completely at his mercy. 

‘Hmm why you so silent now? Seems like just now you had so much to say’ He purred teasingly, leaning down to whisper against the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“So what is it? Cat’ got your tongue princess?’ You just looked so damn edible underneath him, that the Executive couldn’t help but trail his gloved hand down your face, until his thumb rubbed soothing patterns on your cheek, tilting your face slightly to make your gaze meet his. The way you gazed at him, looking utterly vulnerable beneath him, lit something inside him as he gulped down, eyes racking over your whole body, until it met yours again.

Even though his teasing tone, his eyes held such pure and raw affection for you, that you felt time stop for a mere moment. Swirling in his sapphire gaze was years of love, jealousy and pure lust.

‘Can I kiss you?’ He blurted out, biting on his lips as if using all his crumbling self restraint to wait on your answer. Chuuya would never do anything to displease you — you were his muse, his reason to go on, his soulmate: all he did in life was for you, to one day be able to call you rightfully his. He was a romantic at heart, but just for you.

 Leaning his forehead on yours, he held your face affectionately pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead 

‘You don't know for how long I’ve wanted this- how long I've wanted you.’ He exhaled, eyes closing as he felt you nod, allowing him to finally seal his lips with yours, and gosh at that moment he swore the heavens made you just for him. 

Fishing a hand through his strands, a desperate whimper of his name caresses your lips as his tongue delves into your mouth wasting no time. He smiles into the kiss pressing himself against you, his hand moving to grasp both your wrists, pinning you against the mattress. He doesn’t want you to move nor do anything, he just wants the whole mansion to hear who you belong to. 

‘Fuck-’ He cursed under his breath, letting off a breathy exhales, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his. At that moment you can truly say that Chuuya has never looked so gorgeous.

‘Need to taste you on my tongue doll- right now. ’ Oh- now he’s even bolder. Kissing was more than enough to send electricity racking through his being, but Chuuya was a greedy man when it came to you. After spending countless nights fisting his cock to the idea of his tongue buried deep into your soaked pussy he really can’t seem to be able to hold himself back anymore. 

Cutting straight to the point, all he cared about was tasting you, your own pleasure building his brick by brick. Besides, he swore he could most likely get off to pleasuring you—your pleasure his own.

You’re quick to hitch your leg up his shoulder, Chuuya’s breath hitching in his throat, fingers letting go of your wrists to instead dig into the subtle skin of your thighs. 

‘God- I could cum just from looking at you’ He cursed, and you see it in his eyes that he’s being truthful and it stirs the deepest blush onto your cheeks. Another moan of his name slips past your lips as he presses a series of kisses on your inner thighs, his eyes looking like he’s teetering on the verge of insanity, high on you and your scent. Lashes fluttering closed, he skillfully hooked a finger under your pantie moving it aside giving him prime view of your soaked cunt. 

‘Fuck- this wet just from kissing me, huh?’ He felt himself spinning, mind unravelling at the sight before him. You, on your back with your dress hitched up to your waist, a leg comfortably resting on his shoulder with your pretty pussy just waiting to get tongue fucked by him. 

‘How long you been wanting this, tell me princess’ He cooed such tease dripping from his tone as his eyes drank in the sight of your flushed face. 

‘Years..’ you confessed, as he chuckled the air that exited his lips caressing your drooling folds.

‘That’s it… that’s my pretty girl’ he purred, completely and utterly drunk on you, feeling you throb against his index finger collecting your slit, bringing it to his lips. He felt your fingers grasp his locks, gasps resonating throughout the luxurious room, before he slowly manoeuvred his finger up and down your slit, index delving into your cunt. His mouth gaped, as if entranced by the view of his finger disappearing into your pussy, your juices drenching him. It’s not long before he adds in his middle finger, almost salivating at the sight. 

‘Taking my fingers so well baby’ Chuuya praised, his tongue locked onto your pearl, pretty lashes of his fluttering shut, his hips grinding into thin air. Flicking his tongue against your poor fucked-out nub, Chuuya’s fingers were skilfully moving inside you, wasting no time to repeatedly abuse your sweet spot. 

’Mine — all fucking mine’ He possessively whispered, lips hungrily latching onto your clit, fingers relentlessly pumping in and out of you. You were bucking into his hand, à thin ring of cum coating his fingers. Eyes zeroed on your cunt so greedily swallowing his fingers, he babbled drunk on your pussy

’Made for me’ all of you, - Fuck’

Your body arched under him, every muscle tightening as the pleasure built and built, coiling inside you like a spring about to snap. Chuuya's fingers moved with such skill, as if he'd memorised your body long before tonight, knowing exactly how to bring you to the brink of release. His mouth on your clit, hot and demanding, had you squirming against him, but his strong hands kept you firmly in place.

‘Chuuya—’ you gasped, voice cracking with desperation. You were so close, oh so close to an  overwhelming climax. His name left your lips like a prayer, which only seemed to fuel him more, his grip on your thighs tightening as he fucked you with his fingers and  greedily ate you out like a starved man. 

Then suddenly, the  tension in your body snapped like a cord pulled too tight, and your orgasm washed over you in waves, pulling you under with such force that you could hardly breathe. You tried warning him, but you could babble moans of his name as your body trembled against him, and Chuuya never let up, his fingers still thrusting into you, dragging out every last ounce of pleasure until you were a shaking, gasping mess beneath him.

He groaned, feeling the way your walls clenched around his fingers, his hips grinding down against the bed in search of some kind of relief. He looked utterly drunk on lust—his face flushed, his lips wet with your juices, his eyes blown wide with lust and satisfaction.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful like this’ he rasped, pulling his fingers from you slowly, and bringing them to his lips to taste you again. He licked them clean, savouring the flavour of you as if it rivalled the finest wine.

You were still panting, your chest rising and falling with each laboured breath as you tried to come down from the high of your orgasm. Chuuya hovered above you, his body shaking with need, but he didn’t push you didn’t demand anything from you. He simply looked at you, as if the sight of you in this state of bliss was enough to satisfy him somehow.

Although,you wanted more- you needed him. After catching your breaths, you pushed him down, climbing on top of him. His eyes widened at your actions, a blush dusting his cheeks up to his ears as if he wasn’t just eating your pussy two minutes ago.

‘Need you inside me’  your hands made quick work of his dress pants as he sucked in a breath, eyes darkening further at your words. You could feel the hardness of him through the fabric of his underwear, the bulge leaving little to nothing to the imagination. 

‘A-Ah Fuck- wait-’ He cursed again, a whimper threatening to escape his lips as his gaze flickered between your beautiful angel-like face and your hand positioning him into your greedy cunt. A few strand of his long ginger hair stick to his face, cock already throbbing with anticipation to cum.

‘Won't last long I- got me so riled up earlier eating you-’ He bashfully mumbled, feeling beyond embarrassed only wishing that earth could open up and swallow him whole, looking off to the side. Cheeks now almost matching his hair. Truth was, he almost came from eating you out earlier, your soft moans of his name way more than enough to send him over the edge 1000 times over. 

His cock was so beautiful: flushed and leaking his precum dribbling down its shaft. Rubbing his tip against your soaked folds, Chuuya threw his head back against the pillow, eyes rolling into the back of his skull. His hands gripped onto your hips as if holding untold ear life, leaving crescent moon indents into your plush skin. He was desperately trying to suppress his moans and whimper, biting down on his lip almost drawing blood, until you slowly sank his length into you, seating on him.

A choked out gasp escaped his lips, curses filling the room, his hips gyrating upwards to meet your movements on top. 

‘S-So good to me’ He babbled out, drunk on your pussy, milking him, as if it was made to take him in. Cockhead kissing your cervix, he’s merciless, feets digging into the mattress to push his hips upward meeting your every thrust. Chuuya could revel in the feeling forever, whether it was the grip of your velvety wall around his pulsating cock, the way your lips parted shamelessly moaning his name like a mantra, or the way your tits bounced with every movement on his length. The pleasure was unbearable for the both of you already feeling your second orgasm creep out, impaling yourself on his cock at a faster and harsher pace. Your hands pressed against his chest leaning forward to bounce on him, and Chuuya swore he had been sent to the afterlife. 

‘C’mon baby- let me feel you cum on my cock-’ He choked out,and the words nearly sent you over the edge. His eyes met yours, and it was the way he gazed at you with such love  that finally gave you the slight push you needed to come undone on top of him. 

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the pleasure overwhelmed you, every thrust of Chuuya’s hips upward  sent shockwaves through your body, and you finally came on top of him. Fucking you through your orgasm, the redhead finally halted balls deep, knuckles turning white as he gripped your hips with sheer force enough to leave bruises indicating he reached his limit too. 

‘’C-Cummin-’’ He gritted through his clenched teeths, body twitched releasing thick long ropes of cum inside your pussy, his release flooding you with warmth. Collapsing on top of his chest, his hand tangled into your locks, slowly trying to catch his breath. He felt like his heart was right about to burst straight out of his chest. 

For a moment, everything was still. The world outside didn’t exist—there was only you and Chuuya, wrapped up in each other, your bodies still buzzing from the intensity of what had just happened.

And then, slowly, he cleared his throat, his eyes soft as they met yours. He wanted to say so much, yet his lips parted and his mind blanked looking into your eyes—your flushed face, parted glossy lips and doe eyes piercing right into his soul.You were so breathtaking, it completely made him lose his mind. Your fingers grazed the skin of his collarbone before you smiled softly speaking in a hushed voice

‘You wanna know something?’

‘Yea?’ 

‘If this is what happens when random creeps flirt with me on missions, I just might have to let it happen more often.’ 

Chuuya only chuckled, rolling his eyes, as his hand came to caress your hair lovingly. Pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead, he nuzzled your locks swearing that one day he’d make you his, and that this was only the beginning.

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Dazai: the human body has 206 bones

Dazai: plus one for me when I'm looking at a certain redhead

Kunikida,snapping yet another pen in half: DAZAI WHAT THE—

[lotomber]

Hear me owwwwt pm! Dazai with a teen mom reader (17 or 18?) and he became a an AMAZING stepfather but when bio dad comes demanding custody he insults dazai for only being the stepdad and not the bio dad….(I think dazai would beat the shit out of him lmaooo) BUT ALSO he decides to put a baby in YOU just to show everyone his sperm is better.

Dazai with a teen single mom!

T/W: Nsfw, explicit content, Teen mom Reader!(18y/o), Pm! Dazai, Shitty ex!, teenage pregnancy, rough sex, piv, semi public sex, voyeurism, breeding kink, creampie, mentions of murder, not proof read!

It was hard being a single mother moreover when you were a teenager. Your boyfriend went MIA when you told him you were pregnant. You met Dazai when you were working part time and he was instantly drawn to you, something about you mesmerized him. It didn't took him long to befriend you and how could he leave you alone when you told him about how you work alone to take care of your toddler? He instantly offered to help you, you hesitated at first but contrary to your worries he was a loving partner and an amazing father to your daughter 'Hana'. He spoils her rotten, buys her tons of clothes and toys (afterall mafia pays him well), makes sure to pick her up from playschool when you are busy, and he just loves to play with her. One thing he really loved about Hana was the fact that she absolutely resembled you not her shitty father. At first it just started with his simple interest in you but as he spend more time with you and Hana he would desperately wish that you three could be a family forever, something he never thought he could have. And how could you not fall for him when he always did more than you could have ever asked for?

But all shit fell down when your ex came back crawling demanding custody of your daughter. You told him that your daughter only has one father and that is Dazai. But he just scornfully told Dazai that he was just being a stupid cuckold cause he's not even biologically her father and no matter what he will just remain a stranger. You were distraught by his shamelessness but you trusted Dazai when he told you he would handle this.

"Aah Sa-Samu slow down" But you didn't knew it would involve you bending over table in his office while his cock mercilessly pumps in and out of your tight cunt. How did you even get in this situation?

After dropping off Hana at playschool you got a call from Dazai asking you to come at his office. You thought it was weird cause he never really called you to his office. But as soon as you reached there he just bended you over his table, lifting your skirt to your waist while sliding your panties down to your knees. He pushes his whole length with one thrust filling you to the brink. You moan sharply and gasp for breathe as his pace does not falter.

"F-fuck donna you're so tight, so pretty f'me, just f'me." he grunts. You scratch the mahogany trying to gain some stability as the pleasure was overwhelming you. You try to muffle your voice but of course Dazai's didn't liked it so gave he gave a particular hard thrust making you scream.

"S-shit bella, so warm and tight, you want my seed right? I'm gonna knock you up full of my seeds!" you couldn't even comprehend what he was saying at this point anymore as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach and with a few more rough thrusts you came all over him.

"You like it bella don't you? I'm sure hana would also like a little sibling hmm right?." He grunts as there was a weird thumping noise from the back closet in the office. He increased his pace ramming more harshly than before as room is filled with the Squelching noises of your pussy and his wet balls. You feel him twitching as he shoot thick ropes of cum inside you. You gasp from the overstimulation as he keeps pumping his cock making sure you take his load well and it doesn't spill out.

All while you were unknown to the fact that your ex was stuffed in the back closet of Dazai's office. Before calling you over to his office he tied and gagged him, stuffing him in the closet. Why? Of course because dazai had to show your ex who you belonged to and that you will bear his children for him. He made him listen all this on purpose to remind him of his place before disposing him from this world.

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This supposed to be a drabble but it came out longer than expected anyways hope you enjoy it nonie! <;3

[violentdelights-violentendss]

Ryunosuke Akutagawa having to kiss you to keep his cover.

Pairing: Fem!Reader/Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Synopsis: The two of you need to pretend to be married for a mission, and when your cover was almost blown, Akutagawa could do nothing but press you to a wall and kiss you.

(Initially, this had been supposed to be for multiple characters but I got carried away…lmao… let me know if I should do other BSD men with this trope, and if yes, which ones)

Warning: NSFW

You and Akutagawa sat in silence in the sleek limousine, the thump of the wheels on the road the only noise. You picked at your expensive dress, making sure the, excessively long, slit in your skirt did not reveal anything you did not want to reveal. As you adjusted the black fabric, your eyes could not help but catch the fake wedding ring that sat on your finger. Well, fake as in you weren’t married, not fake diamonds. The glittering diamonds that resembled shards of heaven were very, very real.

Akutagawa was sitting next to you, trying to press himself against the side door to touch your body as little as possible. His elegant suit had made you stare when you saw him before stepping into the car: he almost never wore anything like that. He was wearing a similar wedding ring around his finger.

You two had been chosen last minute to pretend to be a married couple to sneak into the house of a rival boss to gather some information. The party he was hosting for his daughter’s engagement was the perfect excuse. Usually, other people would be chosen, and with more preparation, but a mishap had occurred suddenly and you had been thrown headfirst in the mission. You were reading the paper with your backstory while getting ready, memorizing that you two had met during an economics course at the Yokohama university and all the surrounding unnecessary details, just in case anyone asked.

The car rolled to a stop, and Akutagawa slid you a look, before stiffly taking your hand in his and placing it on his arm. “Let’s go, (Y/N).” He murmured, opening the door. You two stepped out, immediately feeling the gaze of the rest of the party-goers around you.

Nervously, you leaned against Akutagawa as you walked up the stairs. The eyes of the other couples walking alongside you did not help your already unstable feet in the heels. You almost tripped on the red fabric that had been delicately placed on the marble steps, but Akutagawa stabilized you by placing a warm hand on your waist.

You stepped inside the ballroom, and quietly gasped in shock: the room was breathtaking, carved windows with encrusted gold decorations, painted ceilings and mosaics on the ground. “It’s gorgeous,” you whispered, and Akutagawa nodded silently by your side.

You threw him a glance, elbowing him in the gut discreetly. He frowned at you. “You need to look more in love with me, Akutagawa and not stand there as if you were forced to be here.” You whispered, speaking through gritted teeth while a smile adorned your lips. The man next to you nodded, trying to subtly lean into you, pretending to search for your body warmth.

Truth be told, he was actually wanted to do so, holding himself back because he feared he would accidentally reveal something to himself he had tried to keep hidden: his heart thumped a little louder when you were around.

“Let’s get some champagne,” He murmured, starting to lead you to table. Right before you managed to secure to glasses for the both of you, a couple bumped into you, pushing you in Akutagawa’s unsuspecting arms. He froze, before he remembered he was supposed to be married to you. The couple had also clearly wanted to grab some champagne.

“Oh dear! I apologize!” The man said.

“Oh, no worries!” You reassured, grabbing two flutes and handing one to Akutagawa, almost propelling yourself out of his arms.

The man’s wife had been looking at your hand as it delicately held the expensive flutes, immediately grabbing it to observe the ring. “Oh, darling! This is a gorgeous ring!” She said, inspecting it.

“Oh, thank you.” You blushed, looking at Akutagawa with a shade of red on your cheeks.

“I chose one that matched her eyes,” Akutagawa spoke, so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. Your heart fluttered, and the couple could not help but swoon at the two of you.

You four talked for a few more minutes; well, you talked to the couple and Akutagawa simply stood next to you, nodding or echoing your words.

You then went your separate ways, and you and Akutagawa knew you needed to find the information. The two of you quickly slid to a more secluded area, knowing from the blue prints of the building that the owner’s office was directly above you, and you just needed to climb the stairs unseen.

“Let’s do this,” Akutagawa said, heading towards the stairs after you two had waited for a few minutes, making sure no distant echoes of steps reached you. You followed, the tapestry on the steps muffling the sound of your heels.

As the two of you were exactly halfway up the stairs, you heard movement coming from the office, and some shadows peeked from underneath the illuminated door, projecting eerie shadows on the wall behind you.

Akutagawa, who had been in front of you, noticed first. “Back! Back!” He hissed, and you spun around, starting to run down the stairs. But the staircase was so long that the door opened before you guys could reach all the way down. You only heard the creek of the wood, neither you or the people could see one another, since the staircase curved to the left. But you and Akutagawa had nowhere to hide.

You two shared a terrified gaze, knowing what to do: pushed by Mori, the two of you had agreed on various ways to escape uncomfortable situations such as these, and one of them, as cliché as it sounded, was to pretend to make out. Akutagawa had argued initially, and had only agreed when Mori had uttered his name quietly, the weight of his control hidden behind the single word.

You pressed yourself against the wall, letting the spaghetti straps of your dress slide down your shoulders. Akutagawa loosened his bow tie, and unbuttoned a few of the first buttons of his shirt, clearly hating every minute. You gulped as his pale skin shone in the moonlight. He then approached you, yanking your leg out from the slit, gripping your thigh with his fingers. You flinched, suppressing the real moan that threatened to escape your mouth.

“Sorry,” he whispered in your ear, before he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss initially had been just a peck, but both of you knew you needed to be more convincing if you wanted it to be true.

Akutagawa pulled back, before diving in with all his passion, secretly letting go of all the feelings he had been hiding for quite some time. The kiss turned heated, and soon, the hand that hadn’t been resting on your thigh, moved to your jaw, holding you in place as he dared to slide his tongue into yours. Your lipstick was smudged everywhere, and the whimpers that tumbled from your lips soon became real.

The two barely noticed the steps that had been approaching you, only breaking away from your kiss when someone cleared their throat next to you. You two broke apart, a string of saliva connecting your lips. It almost looked like crystal in the moonlight.

Your chest was heaving, pressing against Akutagawa’s with every shaky breath. Your fake husband’s eyes were wide, and your lipstick had smeared all over his face. Your unfocused gaze slowly zoned on the men that had “caught you”, and you almost felt your heart rumble out of your chest when you tumble out of your chest: it was the owner of the building, the one you had to steal information from, and a few of his most trusted men.

“Ah, young love.” He called, bringing his cigar to your lips. “Unfortunately, I regret to inform you that this area is restricted to authorized personal only.”

You tried speaking, but your words kept freezing in your throat. Akutagawa took the lead. “I am deeply sorry…I lost control. We’re…newlyweds,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically loud.

You leaned against the wall, barely registering what happened, only smelling and remembering Akutagawa pressed against you. You hazily watched as Akutagawa talked to the men, seemingly excusing himself. You closed your eyes, dazed, opening them to find only Akutagawa there, standing in front of you.

“Where..where did they go?” You asked, your voice shaky.

“I told them we would leave right away, simply needing to readjust our clothes.” He grumbled. “This is our chance.”

You nodded, trying to push yourself off the wall, but Akutagawa’s hand on your wrist stopped you. “Wait here. I’m going to make this quick. I’ll come back. And we’re talking.” He said, his dark eyes staring into your soul.

You tried protesting but your whispers were tears in a rainfall, and Akutagawa scampered up the stairs, and you slowly flopped down to the ground. Your eyes widened when you closed your legs: no, it couldn’t be…

You quickly eyed your surroundings, seeing only shadows hiding in the forgotten corners. You rapidly shoved your fingers underneath your skirt and between your legs, slipping one finger inside you. You slapped a hand on your mouth, half in shock, and half to cover the moan that was about to pour out of your swollen lips. Akutagawa had kissed you for just a few minutes, and had managed to make you soaking wet.

You leaned your head against the wall, angrily wondering why you had had to get a crush on the most cold-hearted person in the port mafia.

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Akutagawa appeared next to you suddenly, his face half in the shadows, rendering his eyes even more shrouded in mystery. Without talking, he grabbed your hand, starting to walk hastily towards the exit. You knew he had probably snapped pictures of whatever you guys needed, and had slipped out of there as quickly as his feet could carry him, leaving behind only his cologne as a testament of his presence.

The two of you walked down the steps you had used to get in, and once again, your stiletto got caught in red fabric. Akutagawa seemed to know that it would happen, and already had his hand firmly pressed on your hip.

The two of you glided down the Yokohama alleyways, resembling living fragments of memories that littered all Yokohama. The minute you stepped into Port Mafia territory, the darkness around you felt much safer, more welcoming, and the two of you slowed down your steps, slightly more relaxed.

“Did you get everything—”

Before you could finish, Akutagawa had pressed you against the wall in a forgotten alley, his eyes so dark they resembled a moonless night. He was unusually close, his breath caressing your lips with fragility.

“What did that kiss mean to you?” Akutagawa croaked.

“What?” Your words were unsure, unclear, begging anything or anyone to help you understand what was happening.

“What. Did. That. Kiss. Mean. To. You. (Y/N).” He asked again, his voice sharper, and his eyes slightly darker.

And suddenly, you understood everything, as if the moon had sent a star to whisper a hint in your ear. You could feel Akutagawa’s heart beating, his chest pressed so close to yours. His eyes weren’t dark becasue of anger, but because of fear. He was scared. Scared that you did not feel his same way.

You reached up a hand to graze his cheek, and Akutagawa flinched, already imagining that you were about to let him down kindly. You were far too perfect for him, after all. But his downward spiral was interrupted by your soft voice, a melody he would recognize even in hell itself.

“Everything, Akutagawa. It meant everything.”

You waited, staring deep into his eyes, feeling the pressure of the darkness surround you. You inhaled sharply when you saw Akutagawa’s eyes lighten, before he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. He timidly pressed against your body, delicately, almost afraid to hurt you. He pulled back to see your reaction, and when he saw you lick your lips, hoping to taste any drops he had left behind, his whole restraint crumbled to the ground.

Akutagawa passionately pressed himself against you, his lips crashing down on yours with fervor. Your two bodies were so close you could feel everything. Akutagawa almost went crazy when he felt your breasts against his chest. Your arms clasped his shoulders, trying to hold him even closer. Your lungs were burning, but you didn’t care, threading your hands in his locks, whimpering in pleasure when he rolled his hips against you.

“(Y/N)…if, if we continue I won’t be able to stop,” he whispered in your ear, his hands gliding down to your waist.

You shook your head as quickly as you could, your perfect hairstyle slowly giving in to the emotions of the night. “I don’t want you to stop.”

That’s all that Akutagawa needed to hear. Without wasting a minute, he yanked down your spaghetti straps, uncovering your breasts to his eyes. His hands reached to grope them, while his lips attacked your neck, sucking a hickey on it, claiming you as his. Your spread legs had made the slit in your dress expose your soaking core, and Akutagawa used that to his advantage, pressing his hips against you.

Both of you reeled in pleasure when his hard dick pressed against your sopping heat. You gripped his shoulder, while he held your hips, the two of you stopped kissing for a second, starting to dry hump each other. Akutagawa lifted your thigh, wrapping it around his waist, making his clothed tip rub against your already swollen clit.

You whimpered his own name in his ears, and he had to still your hips to prevent from cumming on the spot.

“(Y/N), I need to fuck you, right now.” Akutagawa slurred, his words mixing together from his lust.

“Please! Please do it!” You begged, trying to spread your legs even further, but the fabric of your dress stopped you. Akutagawa, noticing your struggle, used Rashomon to rip your dress further from the slit. You gasped, impossibly feeling even more aroused. “Akutagawa! That dress was expensive!”

“I’ll buy you ten more.” He grunted, caressing your thighs. He moaned your name when he realized you had soaked through your panties. He yanked your frilly underwear from you, and stuffing them in his pocket. He blew on his fingers to warm them, before shoving one, and then the other inside you, grunting at your tightness.

“Oh my god, you’re so wet.” Akutagawa almost whimpered, but he managed to control his tone. You threw your head back, when he touched your g-spot, falling forward against his shoulder. Akutagawa fingered you for a few minutes, making sure you were stretched out for him, giving one simple lick to your nipple as a shy tease. He had not meant to make you orgasm, but when you gripped his shoulder tightly, almost screaming his name, he realized what had happened. Your fucked out gaze went directly to his dick, making him leak precum.

After you had come down, Akutagawa did not weight to unbuckle his belt, appreciating your helping hands. You glanced down at his cock when he freed it, feeling yourself gush in anticipation at how gorgeous it looked, red tip and all. Akutagawa gripped his base, aligning himself with your entrance. He looked up at you, making sure everything was fine. His white hair almost glittered in the moonlight, and you could not help but feel your heart beat excitedly as you nodded affirmatively, telling him everything was fine.

With your reassuring gaze warming his chest, Akutagawa pressed his tip inside you. Both of you grunted, and Akutagawa had to stop himself before he blew his load straight away.

You pressed your lips to his, reassuring you everything was okay. Both of you kissed for a few minutes, Akutagawa scratching your scalp with his fingers, moaning into your mouth as he slowly slipped inside.

Akutagawa pulled away from your addicting kisses when he finally bottomed out, pressing his hands against the wall, leaning heavily against you. “(Y/N),” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your earlobe. He seemed to be calling out for you, needing you to reassure him that you were there, you were real. He was so afraid that this was a cruel joke of life, a dream he would inevitably wake from.

You clasped his back, caressing his quivering skin. “I’m here.” You croaked into his mouth, nibbling his lower lip.

Akutagawa started moving his hips, hiding his face in your neck. His hands blindly clasped your legs around his waist, using Rashomon to carry your weight. His tip managed to reach much deeper into you, and your moans loudly shattered the silence of the alley. If there was anyone scuttling in the alleys next to yours, they definitely knew what was happening.

Akutagawa started repeating your name incoherently, jackhammering his hips into yours. He hit your g-spot at every trust. His eyes were mesmerized by your bouncing tits, flicking the hardened nipple with his thumbs.

“Akutagawa!” You mewled.

Akutagawa went faster, gripping your hips so tightly he left bruises. He wrapped his arms around you, tightly pressing your chests together, the feeling of his dress shirt rubbing against your nipples being exactly what you needed to topple over the edge. You pressed a bruising kiss to his lips, kissing him so passionately you almost forgot your name.

Akutagawa caressed your mouth with his tongue, closing his eyes in blinding pleasure when you gushed around his cock as you climaxed, a cascade of your juices running down your thighs. His thrusts started to turn sloppy, and with one final thrust, sheathing himself as far he could, Akutagawa moaned your name as if it were a prayer, painting your walls white with ropes of cum.

The two of you stayed still for a few seconds, panting against one another, in a silent embrace that was worth a thousand words. Akutagawa’s hands caressed your arms, while you peppered as many kisses as there were stars in the universe on his flushed neck. Slowly, he slipped out of you, stuffing his cock back inside his pants. You winced, feeling his cum start to drip out. Not caring about his expensive shirt, Akutagawa used his sleeve to clean you up, quiet praises tumbling from his mouth.

His hands also slid your spaghetti straps back in place, eyeing the now torn slit that revealed everything he wanted to keep hidden about you. Akutagawa shrugged off his coat, tying it around your waist. Rashomon slowly let go of you, making sure your legs were safely on the ground before slithering back into oblivion.

“Akutagawa!” You called, feeling your weak legs start to stumble and your body starting to fall. Your partner came to the rescue, wrapping his arms around your waist. He was suddenly shy, and awkward, afraid that maybe he had revealed his heart to you too soon.

“Akutagawa, you’re truly the only person I would have wanted to experience this with.” Your words flew to his heart, erasing any doubt that could have sprouted, and you were almost certain you saw Akutagawa smile.

He couldn’t offer the same profound words, years of pain and betrayal blocking them before they even reached his lips, but Akutagawa offered you the closest thing he could to a love confession: “My house is nearby…would you like to come over?” His voice got quiet towards the end, and he hid his face in your hair.

“I’d love to,” You smiled back at him, and Akutagawa knew, that from that moment on, he would no longer be alone. When he intertwined your two hands together, he could not help but gaze at your fake wedding rings, hoping that, one day, they might become real.

[baby-tini]

Sitting in ADA!Dazais lap as he plays with your cunt, sobbing into his shoulder, your tears leaking through his bandages as him and Beast!Dazai have a conversation and PM!Dazai is just messing with the tv...

[deonsx]

Heeey! Thank you for your works !! 🖤🖤 I LOVE THEM I SWEAR. Can you write something with fem reader with ability kitsune x dazai? :D maybe someone else from bsd ? Hope this okay if not just ignore it~ have a good day :3 💅 (ps you’re so so sweet!!!!)

Heya~!! I love your drawing art as much, I hope you don't mind me asking for more dazai!! Love you girlll

If Dazai Have a Kitsune Girlfriend

Content: Nsfw

Dazai Osamu

• This guy is absolutely in love with your kitsune form and can't stop fantasizing about it. Every time he sees your fox ears and long white tail, he thinks about the fantasies he'll have with you at night

• He is a total contact addict and will definitely benefit from your talent. His hands never leave your tail, Even though you are angry with him, this man enjoys making fun of you

• Your ears and tail are really sensitive and your beloved boyfriend loves to take advantage of this situation, especially if you are not in your normal state during those lustful nights, that is, if you are in kitsune form... ohhh this man will kill you, he will definitely create a greater sexual effect than your normal state by pulling your tail

• Seeing his already adorable Bella as a kitsune means opening the doors of heaven for him

• He constantly compliments you and tries to embarrass you by talking about how much he loves your sensitive ears and how interesting your long snow-white tail is

• He did research about kitsune, bought a lot of books, did a lot of research about the past, tried to learn as much as he could about this beautiful form of yours, every night he was asking you a question, as if you knew more than this brunette, "My love.. can you grant me one wish.. ???" the brunette asked with his sleepy eyes, his hair disheveled, and his head resting on your neck

• You should know that he is saved as "My little fox" on his phone. He always wants to let people know that he is with you, or more accurately, that he has a kitsune girlfriend. He wants others to see and be jealous of this beautiful view as much as he does

• So what was this man's reaction when he first saw you in your kitsune form? He was completely crazy, he couldn't believe his eyes and was in ecstasy. What could he do, poor Osamu, when you were offering him everything that would make him want the woman he wanted even more?

Enjoy!

[gojozaiacc]

PARTING IS SUCH SWEET SORROW, Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya Nakahara x fem!!clingy!!reader

Summary: Chuuya had been called for a long overseas mission and his girlfriend isn’t ready to let him go just yet.

tw!! MDNI, smut, swearing, sexual themes, fluff, dazai mentions, adult themes

Note: this takes place when Chuuya is 18 around the time Dazai is still with the mafia!! :)) it’s slightly rushed in the end I apologise!!

5am was the time that Chuuya was supposed to roll out of bed and start packing. Recently promoted to an executive role just a mere 8 months ago in the mafia, he had found that being in that position required him to go on a lot of overseas missions-- though he supposed being the strongest ability-wise had a hand in the matter too.

Such as today. Mori had ordered him to go overseas again for a mission of 'high importance'- this time for 2 weeks. Chuuya didn't usually mind long missions overseas but it had gotten much more difficult when he acquired himself a girlfriend. Correction; a very clingy girlfriend.

Though he loved that about her. He liked feeling wanted by her and it's not as if he isn't clingy with her too. When he wasn't working he was at home- usually clung to her when she cooked for him or when they were watching shitty movies in bed. They're just two lovesick teenagers so it wasn't like they felt suffocated by one another.

However, there are definitely times when her clinginess can be slightly distracting- like now. He had planned to get up out of bed at 5am and be well on his way to the airport for at least 7am, the problem? y/n woke up before he could get out of bed.

At first, she hadn't done anything major, she had simply clung tighter to him and grumbled sleepily when feeling his attempt to shift off of the mattress. He had sighed and said he'd stay with her for five more minutes. Those 5 minutes turned into an hour the second she had made the decision to press a kiss to his jawline.

He had sighed and threw his head back against the pillow because he knew what she doing. She was trying to tempt him to stay longer. And for around 2 minutes it didn't work before it inevitably did. At around 5:45 they were already half-naked under the sheets- her having moved to straddle his hips to bracket him against the mattress.

In fairness, Chuuya should have probably seen this coming. When he had told her about the overseas mission the night prior he had seen it all over her face. Disappointment. She had pouted and complained about not being able to see him for 2 weeks- possibly even longer if the mission required it. He had simply drawn her into his chest to embrace her- allowing her to cling to him as tightly as she usually would.

He had anticipated her to hug him tighter to her side. To cling to him so tightly that she'd leave red indents on his sides. But he hadn't anticipated her climbing onto him and kissing him so affectionately that it would physically pain him if he were to pull away from her.

Hadn't anticipated her tugging his and her pyjamas away in order to connect their bodies on a much deeper level. Practically swallowing him whole with her arms around him- soft needy gasps leaving her lips whenever he would roll his hips up lazily into her. Continuing to kiss him even after they had reached their peaks until he was forced to break the kiss, panting.

"I have-"His words get cut short as she presses another kiss to his lips. --"to go, doll."He murmured against her lips, grunting as she rolled her hips once more.

"need to- shit-" he pauses again to let out a moan when feeling her shift on his lap- her mouth pressed against his jaw. He caves once more and finds himself rolling them over so she is pressed into the mattress and he is between her legs- his mouth pressing to hers so unbelievably softly. --"pack.."He breathes into her mouth- rolling his own hips forward to draw a soft noise of affirmation from her.

"D'you have to?"She whispered gently against his lips. --"Can't Mori send someone else?"She murmured, her hands moving to his back- fingers scratching angry red lines against his skin when he would hit that spot inside her.

"H-Have to, doll."He answers, moving his lips to her collarbone as his hand reaches beneath the cover to find her thigh and hike it up to his hips in order to hit much deeper- his movements slow and delightfully intimate.

"They need me and my shitty partner to deal with something."He sighed against her lips whilst squeezing her thigh comfortingly- feeling her tense up beneath him signalling her impending second release of the morning. A whimper left her lips and she moved her hands from his back to cup his cheeks and draw their mouths together again- kissing him like he was already halfway out the door. Though it did feel like it to her.

With a soft moan of his name and hers- they came apart together, panting into each other as they rode out their highs together. Her hands moved again to his back- caressing his freckled skin affectionately.

Chuuya's chest heaves as he leans his mouth up to press his lips against her sweaty hairline- not moving from her just yet. --"Please don't go.."She mumbled weakly to him causing him to sigh in amusement. --"I'd bring ya with me if I could, dollface."He hummed softly, his hand lifting to press against her cheek causing her to immediately lean into his touch.

"I'll be back before you know it, yeah?" he says, offering her a lovesick smile- pressing another kiss to her lips, forehead and nose before finally peeling himself away from her.

A sad and dramatic sigh leaves her swollen lips as she lay on the matress, pouting. A couple of hours, a shared hot shower and some speedy packing later and Chuuya was standing at their door- shrugging on his coat as he bickered with his partner, Dazai over the phone about being late to the meetup.

y/n stood in one of his shirts and her underwear- taking a moment to bask in how close they were in height meaning his shirt fit her perfectly. She stayed close to him, her arms wrapped loosely around his side as he hissed at Dazai through the phone for a few seconds before eventually hanging up with a 'stupid fucking Mackerel' muttered under his breath.

"Shitty Dazai's always late but the one time I'm late he loses his shit."He muttered in annoyance as he shoved his phone into his pocket and drew her closer to his chest. She giggled gently at his annoyed tone.

She had met Chuuya's partner before (much to Chuuya's dismay) purely by accident and quickly discovered that she found the bandaged man rather humorous. She couldn't exactly lie- she enjoys it when Chuuya bickers with Dazai over the phone- seeing Chuuya get so worked up and annoyed at his partner never fails to amuse her.

He sighed as he hugged her close to him- the watermelon scent of her shampoo comforting him. Forcing a smile onto her face, she lifted her arms to wrap around his neck. --"Don't be surprised if your shirts reek of me when you come back."She hums, carding her fingers through his hair affectionately.

A snicker is what she gets as a response followed by a shake of his head. --"You don't reek." he chuckles, his eyes crinkling as he laughs and moves one of his hands to pinch the shoulder of the shirt she wore. --"Steal as many as you like, pretty girl."He tells her.

She hums in acknowledgement as he leans forward to capture her lips in what was supposed to be a quick kiss but lasted slightly longer than he intended (mostly because of her). However, Chuuya knew he couldn't be any later than he already was otherwise he'd never hear the end of it from his annoying partner. Thus the second he felt her trying to tug him closer he was breaking the kiss to chuckle.

"I have to go."He repeats for what feels like the millionth time to her. She frowns but nods her head with a sigh. --"Okay...one last kiss?" She asks entirely too innocently for his liking. The amused smile never leaves his lips. --"Just one more."He mutters before connecting their lips once more- staying true to his word and disconnecting from her a mere 5 seconds later.

y/n's heart sinks as she watches him grab ahold of his shoulder bag. --"Call me when you land?"She asks as he pulls open their front door. He nods in response and turns once more to grab ahold of her face- pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead.

"I promise."He told her gently, stroking her cheek with his thumb briefly before taking the step outside. --"I'll see you in two weeks, love."He bids her goodbye with a heartfelt smile on his face and another kiss against her forehead.

She frowns as she leans against the doorframe, watching his figure disappear down the hall towards the elevator- she debated following after him but decided against it when remembering she was only wearing her underwear below Chuuya's shirt.

With one last wave from the redhead, he stepped into the elevator and he was gone. A sigh leaves her lips and she steps back into their shared apartment, shutting the door and immediately slumping against it with a frown on her face as she began her anxious 2 week wait for his return.

[honeyscara]

❝Dress ❞ – Chuuya. N

-bungo stray dogs

Synopsis: you asked chuuya to go dress shopping with you for a port mafia event. During the event chuuya ends up getting into a fight and snaps at you. However he makes it up to you in some way

Content: MDNI!, chuuya x f!reader

"Please come with me" you pleaded

You were asking your boyfriend to accompany you to shop for a dress. The port mafia was organizing a function and you urgently needed a dress for the function by tomorrow. Your friend was unavailable so you had no other choice than to ask your boyfriend, chuuya to accompany you. He didn’t seem too thrilled about it but agreed nonetheless and the two of you left your apartment.

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"chuuya, do you like this or this?" you asked while showing him two dresses.

One dress was a wine-coloured, sleeveless dress and the other was a short blue bodycon dress. Chuuya looked up at you from his phone. He thought for a moment before responding, "the wine coloured one"

"okay I'll go try it on"

You walked towards the dressing rooms and pulled Chuuya with you even though he was protesting. The shop was pretty much empty since it was morning. There was no one near the changing rooms so you told Chuuya to wait in front of one of the rooms.

After you put the dress on you turned around to look at yourself in the mirror. The dress looked really good against your skin tone and the wine-coloured dress hugged your curves perfectly. You were still nervous because it's been a while since you last wore a dress like this. It was a little revealing for you.

So you decided to ask Chuuya what he thought about this dress. You peeked outside the room, looking for Chuuya. He seemed busy on a call. Probably one of the mafia members called him.

"chuuya please can you see if this dress is okay?" You called out to him.

He mouthed 'one minute' as he was on a call but you pulled him inside the changing room anyway.

"I told you-" he was about to tell you off but paused when he saw you in the dress. His eyes widened and you could almost swear that there was a hint of blush forming on his face. He was mesmerized.

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"chuuya sir are you there?" the voice on the other end asked.

"y-yes uh I'll call you back" he said before quickly hanging up the call.

"Is this fine? do I look bad?" you asked him as he wasn't saying anything. He was just staring at you.

Chuuya was speechless. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, seemingly lost for words. He took a step towards you and grabbed both of your shoulders tightly.

"you look so fucking beautiful" he finally said and you knew that he meant every single word.

You couldn‘t help but smile widely.

Chuuya stared into your eyes for longer than usual before finally letting go of you.

"Isn't it too revealing?" you ask nervously

"not at all..you look so pretty darling," he said softly and placed a kiss on your forehead.

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"chuuya I'm ready let's go" you said stepping into the living room.

Chuuya was drinking some wine while waiting for you. He placed the wine on the counter and walked over towards you.

"you look so stunning" he commented while spinning you around, making you blush.

"aww thanks chuuya, you look handsome too," you told him while admiring your boyfriend's outfit.

He was wearing a white button-down shirt, black blazer, his choker and of course his pretty hat with chain. It suited his sharp personality, his whole outfit made him look very confident and sophisticated. He looked absolutely handsome.

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After you reached the venue, you and Chuuya went to your respective group of friends for some time. Chuuya was talking to Lippmann (let's just imagine that the flags are alive) and you were talking to Gin. A few minutes into the party you heard a huge crash coming from behind you. It sounded like someone was flung across the room.

You turned around to see some new mafia member on the floor and Chuuya was standing in front of him. Chuuya held his collar and picked him up. He struggled to free himself and was trying to kick Chuuya away.

"Not again.." you sighed and ran forward and tried to calm Chuuya down.

"stop," you told him but he shook off your grip and hit the guy again.

"Chuuya I said stop!" you yelled at him and he threw the guy back down on the group.

Now everyone's attention was on the three of you. Some people whispered things to each other while others were staring intently. You could feel the tension rising.

You pulled Chuuya outside before he could say anything else. You gave Gin and his other friends an apologetic look. Gin just gave you a small nod and the others simply smiled at you reassuringly.

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You walked outside with Chuuya in silence. The night air felt nice on your warm skin. You breathed deeply to clear your mind before turning to Chuuya. You were a little upset at him.

"Chuuya what the hell was that? You have to learn how to control your temper" You raised your voice a little

"Please shut up," he said frustratedly and kicked a stone on the sidewalk.

His anger wasn't directed at you, but at himself for getting so worked up again.

"chuuya-" he began but he cut you off

"Just shut up" he yelled at you angrily.

This was probably the first time that you’ve heard him shout at you like this. Although he was short-tempered, it was rare that he ever got angry at you. However, he soon regretted yelling at you when he saw your face. He realised he messed up. He wanted to apologize but didn't know what exactly to say. You're mad and rightfully so. You weren't wrong in calling him out like that.

"I'm going home," you said coldly after a long silence.

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You were going to leave with gin but Chuuya didn't let you. He felt guilty for yelling at you but didn't know what to say. You weren't talking to him at least not for now. The ride back home was extremely silent with you being more silent than usual. After reaching home you walked to the kitchen counter to get a glass of water. Chuuya followed you inside, locking the main door.

Suddenly you felt two pairs of hands around your waist. It was Chuuya's. He turned you around to face him and pushed you against the counter, his body pressing against yours. You were frozen in place. Your heart was beating so fast. He leaned close to your ear to whisper "Sorry"

Your lips parted slightly and your breath hitched in your throat as Chuuya kissed your neck gently. Your head was spinning and your knees felt weak.

"Sorry," he kept repeating again and again while leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck.

You felt his tongue grazing over your sensitive skin. Your breathing became ragged and you gripped onto his shirt tightly.

"chuuya.." you managed to get out.

He stopped kissing you and moved closer, brushing his nose against yours. His breath mingled with yours and you inhaled sharply in response. You were about to speak again but he silenced you. He pressed his lips firmly against yours and pulled you against him. Your heart started beating faster again, this time it wasn't because of his soft kisses.

His hands went down to your dress as he started pushing it upwards slowly. You could feel his hands sliding underneath the dress and running along your thighs. His hands clenched around your flesh a little tighter. You whimpered quietly at the sudden feeling of his hands on your exposed skin, it sent a shiver through your whole body.

"c-chuuya I'm s-still m-mad at you" you said in between the kisses

"I'm sorry" he pulled away and you stared into his eyes. You could see the regret in his eyes.

"I don’t want you to be upset with me...I promise I will try to control my temper... please...darling I love you so much.." he begged you to forgive him.

"fine.." you smiled and kissed him on the lips.

He lifted you and placed you on the counter. The items on the counter fell onto the ground but you didn't care, you just wanted to feel his warmth on your skin right now. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed your dress up even further.

"you look so pretty princess... but I bet you'll look even prettier with it off" he smirked playfully as he looked at you.

"no, I don't" You felt a blush creep up your cheeks and you buried your head in the crook of his neck. You could feel his chuckle reverberate through his chest.

"hmm..then let me prove it to you," he said and held your chin, making you look at him.

His lips met yours passionately once again. He slowly pulled the straps of your dress down while kissing you. You shivered a bit when the cool air hit your bare skin as you weren't wearing a bra. This type of dress didn't require one. He began trailing kisses down your neck to your chest while saying how much he loved everything about you. You felt so comfortable with him that you forgot everything that happened earlier.

His touch sent waves of pleasure throughout your entire body and you felt yourself melt under him. Your arms had found their way under his shirt, grazing across his abs making him suck in a sharp breath. His hands were resting on your hips as he continued trailing kisses down your chest.

"so pretty" he whispered in your ears while you blushed.

He laid you gently on the counter and kissed you again. Chuuya was lying on top of you and continued to press soft kisses all over your body. His touch was gentle, he seemed to know exactly where to kiss and what to do. Your heart beat rapidly when he kissed your lower abdomen. He continued making his way down your stomach and slowly slid the dress off, letting it drop down to the floor.

He traced his fingers over your thigh lightly. His touches were so soft and loving that your body was shaking from pleasure. Chuuya's hand slowly inched its way up and he started kissing the inside of your thighs. Your whole body was trembling from ecstasy.

"c-chuuya i-i..." you moaned, unable to form any words.

"Shhh..just relax princess" he whispered against your skin.

You closed your eyes as he took the last of the garment. His kisses had grown gentler now and his fingertips grazed your sensitive spot. You couldn't keep your hands still anymore, you were gripping onto the kitchen counter for dear life.

[crazybiscuit]

Siren Song

Pairing: PM!Osamu Dazai x PM!Reader Summary: Dazai was used to seducing women and throwing them away when he no longer needed him. He never expected he'd be the one on the receiving end... Warnings: MDNI, smut, angst, unrequited love, toxic relationship, reader has siren abilities, mentions of murder and mafia business Word Count:  2442 Credits: @saradika-graphics thank you for the divider! A/N: Sorry guys, I was too drunk to finish writing this last night since I played a drinking game with my friends while watching Twilight. I am not a lightweight and we drank champagne, so I hope this gives an idea of how bad the movie was (it's still a guilty pleasure though). Also, I’m AroAce so my intention isn't to depict aromatic people as manipulative pricks. This is just depicting a toxic relationship between two people, in which one of the members happens to be in the community. Anyways, enjoy!

Relationships between coworkers were never a good idea. Especially when the parties involved members of the Port Mafia, which wasn't renowned for its HR department. However, Dazai supposed this didn’t really classify as a proper relationship anyways. It was purely physical, but that was still enough to cause trouble.

And he had to remind himself of that fact every time he would find himself pinning you down in your bed, trying his best to ignore the emotions building up in his chest with each sweet gasp of his name falling from your lips.

Dazai wasn’t a stranger to casual sex, if anything, he considered himself an expert at using people’s feelings for him to have a fun night. What he wasn’t used to was someone flipping the script on him and that was exactly the situation he found himself in when he first met you.

At first, he’d simply pursued you to piss off Chuuya (who like most other members developed a small crush on you due to your ability) and as a challenge for himself to see if he could seduce a siren. He should’ve quit the game he started the moment he managed to steal a kiss from you. No… Actually, he shouldn’t have even started because the moment he got a taste of you, he couldn’t stop.

Your ability didn’t work on him, so he had no clue what made him eagerly push you against his desk as he tugged your hair or pressed you in the small corner of the supply closet, hands wrapped around your throat to keep you quiet. Maybe it had something to do with your face or body. He’d often seen your true face each time he touched you, nullifying the illusion spell that you’d cast, and he wouldn’t deny you were pretty. But he found many women easy on the eyes and never felt the urge to pathetically whimper out their names as he clung onto them desperately for release.

Dazai had finally come to the conclusion that his love for you likely was a cruel joke from the universe. Anything he would never want to lose was always lost. It was something he had learned early on in life and as he grew older, it began to hold more truth than he’d like. His feelings were stubborn, however, and he couldn’t help but find himself alone with you too often.

Tonight, you had finished a mission on Mori’s personal orders and you got home in the early hours of the morning, long before the sunrise. You weren’t disturbed or surprised when you noticed your door open ajar. You didn’t even reach for your pistol as you entered, instead, kicking your heels off and addressing the man you knew was here, “Back again?”

Dazai’s dark eyes remained on the revealing dress adorning your figure, mildly irritated with himself for feeling jealous of the man you murdered last night. He knew Mori had only assigned you to this case to spite the executive and he hated to admit the punishment was working, “How was the mission?”

“Fine,” you stated dryly as you removed the gun tied around your thigh, along with the empty vial of poison, not caring of the man’s stare, “A little too easy if you ask me.”

Dazai looked away for a split second, staring into his glass of whiskey before finishing it swiftly, “Hurry up and shower. I’ll be waiting in bed.”

You rolled your eyes but made no attempt to disobey him as you walked to your bathroom. You didn’t bother to shut the door, fully aware of the wandering eyes on you as you slowly undressed and turned on the hot water.

By the time you entered your bedroom in your bathrobe, you found the brunette sitting on your bed, flipping through one of your catalogs, “You should consider buying me a new nightgown or lingerie one of these days.”

Your comment was obviously meant to be playful but even with the laugh falling from his lips, you can tell it doesn’t reach his eyes, “I don’t really like the idea of clothes I bought ending up on the floor of a stranger.”

You paused as you dried your hair, lowering the towel slightly. You weren’t stupid, you had obviously noticed the subtle differences in his behavior since your first meeting. You had noticed his strange insistence on assigning you to missions that had nothing to do with him when he first realized his feelings. This flipped when he couldn’t help himself by visiting your apartment at least once a week and he began recruiting you for his own missions, which caught the attention of quite a few members.

Not only that, but his behavior and expressions had also shifted enough for you to notice he had developed feelings inappropriate for your arrangement, “If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you were jealous, Dazai.”

“Trust me, I’m not,” you both knew the truth but pretended to be oblivious. It was easier that way…

You dropped the towel on your chair and made your way towards your bed and you felt the urge to remind him of your relationship, “That’s good… I wouldn’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

The comment stung a little but the man effortlessly shrugged it off as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down next to him. You could already tell what he wanted and you closed your eyes before he even pulled you close enough to kiss. This caused him to groan in mild frustration, seeing how unaffected you were with these encounters but he quickly pushed the feeling away as he began to push the emerald-colored silk off your shoulders.

“You shouldn’t be taking direct orders from Mori, you’re my subordinate.”

You stared at him stunned for a second and bursted out into laughter, “Do you realize how crazy you sound? You aren't the boss… At least not yet.”

“I don’t care,” he mumbled against your collarbone as your nightgown finally fell down to your waist, exposing your bare body. 

You dismissed the comment, tilting your head back slightly for the brunette. His hands were wrapped around your waist and your own ran through his dark curls, “What do you want tonight?”

“Shouldn’t you know that already, mind reader.”

You let out an annoyed sigh as he ruined the mood. You weren’t even going to indulge him with an answer since you both knew your mind manipulation ability didn’t work on him, “Quit being snarky and let’s get to the point.”

His jaw clenched, a small frown making its way to his face but he stayed put, his hair tickling your neck as he began trailing kisses up your throat. Your fingers found their way to the ends of his eye bandage and you carefully untied it as he began marking your skin. Another sign that he was more comfortable with you than he’d like to admit. The gauze fell down when he pulled away for a few seconds.

“How was the mission? You didn’t give much details,” you sighed, his lips on your pulse. You could tell this conversation wasn’t sparked out of mere curiosity.

“The usual. I was sent to clean up after…,” you hesitated slightly. You assumed Mori hadn’t given him details of your assignment and you weren’t about to throw Akutagawa under the bus, “A member failed to kill a witness during a raid: a politician. Luckily, they’re always easy to manipulate.”

“I bet they are,” you gasped as he suddenly pressed you into the mattress, clearly not wanting to hear anymore. He expertly unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it on your floor, leaning down to taste your lips. You were quick to reciprocate the gesture as your fingers loosened his tie, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

He eventually pulled away, both of you breathing heavily, and the rest of his clothes soon found themselves on the hardwood floor, alongside your nightgown. His bandages also found their way off his body, a rare occurrence even when it came to sex (or any interaction for that matter).

You sat up, pushing him back a little as you reached into your drawer. He knew the protocol, despite being on birth control, you asked him to wear a condom for safety. He didn’t mind obviously, he was used to this. What really stung was seeing the various different brands and sizes, reminding him that he was just like all of your other playthings. He wasn’t special and he interpreted it as a lack of trust on your part. Obviously, he was known for sleeping around but if you cared enough, you would’ve known that he stopped that a few months into knowing you.

He didn’t vocalize his complaints, laying back down on the bed as you got on your knees in front of him. He could hear the sound of the package opening and shivered as you rolled the cold rubber onto his cock. You didn’t waste your time, your hands slowly stroking his cock as your lips gently pressed kisses against his thigh, causing him to let out a sigh, eyes closed as he relaxed further into the mattress. 

His hand found its way into your hair as you finally wrapped your lips around his tip and he groaned softly, grabbing onto your roots. He stayed fairly quiet as you bobbed your head up and down at a leisurely pace. The man could tell you were teasing him and frowned in annoyance, thrusting his hip. You let out a small gagging sound as he pressed your head further down onto him but adjusted to his length quickly, being accustomed to his impatient behavior.

He took control, fucking your mouth like a toy as you sucked his dick, face scrunched up as he focused on the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him. It didn’t take long for him to feel himself approaching his release and you moaned onto his member, knowing he would cum soon as his thighs trembled faintly. He hissed, pushing your head as far down as he could, hitting the back of your throat as came.

You pulled away, licking the flavored lube off your fingers as you stood up to grab a towel. The lanky man stayed on his back for a while, ignoring the dreadful sensation in his gut, ashamed of how quickly he’d give into pleasure just to be near you. He sighed, removing the condom and tossing it in the bin as he waited for you, finally sitting up and leaning against the bedframe. 

Once you were back, you cleaned him off and opened your bedside drawer once more but you hesitated for a few seconds as you stare at the boxes. Dazai frowned slightly, wondering what was wrong but before he could ask, you straddled his lap much to his shock, “Wha–”

You kissed him, tongue pushing past his lips, smiling in satisfaction. It wasn’t often someone could surprise the Demon Prodigy. You briefly pulled away, looking at his stunned expression, “I figured there’s no point wasting another one.”

“You taste like bubblegum,” he remarked, unable to think of anything else to say in the moment as you aligned his tip with your cunt. If he was stupid enough, he’d assume this meant more than it actually did. You let out a small snort at his comment as you slowly sank onto him with a gasp.

 “Yeah, it’s a new brand. Like it?” you mumbled, holding back a moan at the sensation of him stretching you out.

“Don’t use them with anyone else,” he ordered without thinking, head resting against the wooden frame as you took him inside of you bare. He knew this was most likely going to be a one time thing, so he was hoping the condoms would solidify his need to prove his importance to you even if he knew it wasn’t true.

You ignored him, eyes closing as you took him balls deep, a soft moan escaping your lips at the sensation. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, causing you to grind against him, “Fuck…”

He took a deep breath, trying to control his heart. You’d always been more vocal than him in bed but he had a feeling you mostly did it for your partners. It was the same thing he did when he hooked up with someone for information, acting in the specific way he knew they’d like.  He couldn’t deny that he found it attractive but it was yet another reminder.

His nails dug into your waist as he tried pushing aside his feelings and he began helping your set a pace to ride him. You wrapped your arms around him, head tipped back as you whimper out his name. He grasped this opportunity and kissed the top of your chest before biting into it, hoping to mark you even more. He’d always noticed the sweet taste of your skin and the pleasant smell. If it weren’t for his ability, he would’ve assumed it had something to do with your siren spell.

Your moans and whines only grew louder as Dazai picked up his pace, relishing the sensation of fucking you without protection. Honestly, his delusions were telling him that if he filled you deep enough, you would get pregnant and you’d finally be his. He clung to the stupid thought, thrusting up into your cunt, small groans muffled against your skin as he screwed his eyes shut in concentration.

You reached down for your clit as you watched him through half-lidded, sensing that your night would end soon. The brunette’s eyes snapped open in annoyance as he slapped your hand away, “The hell do you think you’re doing?”

You shivered at the cold tone of his voice, clenching around him from the sterness and you gasped out in shock as his finger tip replaced yours. It took only a few more seconds for you to slump against him, body shaking as you cried out his name. He bit his lip hard in response, feeling the tight grip of your cunt on his cock, causing him to draw blood as he pushed himself as deep as he could before cumming, filling you with his warm seed.

You both stayed entangled for a minute, catching your breath as you recovered. Unsurprisingly, you were the first to pull away, standing up and grabbing the emerald robe on the ground to cover yourself.

“Feel free to shower before you leave, Dazai,” your voice was nonchalant as you stepped out of the room to fix yourself dinner, “I’ll take mine later.”

[justcallmesakira]

PORT MAFIA RANPO WHO... {2}

Sypnosis:

PM! Ranpo x reader

Warnings: guns, established relationship, gets suggestive, lovebites, implied smut, reader is a bit shy and timid type (not like y/n tho1)

Genre: romance, suggestive

A/N: back with pt 2 guys!!! i litterly have 0 motivation to do this shit but welp I LOVE PM RAN- wait no nononononon i hate ranpo i hate him he sucks !! stop it sakira you cant simp for him AAAAAAAAAHG

Port mafia ranpo who confessed to you just when the agency got in trouble so he gets to spend more time with you and the agency gets in trouble too, he barely cares about them, the only thing he wants to lay victory on is you

Port mafia ranpo who sends you buckets of sugary sweets and bouqets of dark red carnations to remind you that a floret of a deep shade of crimson symolizes posession

Port mafia ranpo who makes sure whoever hurted you or hurts you in the future in any way gest to know just what torturous things the great executive can do

Port mafia ranpo who only giggles when his subcordinates stare at the separate box of candy on his table which has a certain ada member`s intial on it

Port mafia ranpo who will soon enough gaslight you into moving in with him because it keeps you much closer to him! Cant let his treat astray to the dogs

Port mafia ranpo who shamelessly flirts with you on the gatherings of the pm and ada even when you try pushing him away to let everyone know what both of you are he doesnt care about the conflict which could happen at all

Port mafia ranpo who is a lot intense than he acts, just because he always acts cheeky and all doesnt mean he is any less powerful

Port mafia ranpo who calls you to his office in the middle of the day and makes you sit on his lap as he working, He just loves to see you squirm because of him!

Port mafia ranpo who always has an eye for you so when you tried to take a glance at what his working on he simply write on the piece of paper "My eyes are over here sweetheart" which instantly shakens you up

Port mafia ranpo who loves making you flustered in every way possible! whether its a hickey or a lovebite, or just a penthouse! He knows every thing you like. And i mean everything

Port mafia ranpo who intentionally marks you on places where it is obvious to see so everyone knows who you belong to what? he cant eat his own candy now?

Port mafia ranpo whos extremley rough in bed especially after a long day of handling idiots, so dont be surprised if you cant walk tommorow!

Port mafia ranpo who will make shifts and mistakes in your routine so he can appear wherever you are and call it concidence he just wants to spend time with his lovely little candy

A.N: hopeyallranposmpsenjoyedthiscrap

Tags!: @terururuko @typcallysid14 @little-miss-chaoss @biscuits-spooky-corner

Divider crds!: @cafekitsune

[lotomber]

can you write abt pm!zai just eating fem reader out (+more if you want....) 😭

Naughty girl!

Pairing: PM! Dazai x fem! reader

Synopsis: He was out on a mission for a week so you decided to relieve yourself but he caught you!

Warning: Nsfw, Masturbation(f), Oral(f receiving), Overstimulation, MDNI, not proof read!

Your boyfriend was out on a week long mission, you knew he worked for the mafia but what bothered you more was his occasional absence due to his work. You missed him whenever he was away for long but you understood the nature of his job so you never said anything but tonight was different you were feeling a bit too desperate for his touch but he was not there, and it was tormenting you. So you decided to relieve yourself, you were lying on your bed in sheets half naked just in your bra and panties, you slipped your hand in your panties making lazy circles on your clit, thinking about his finger and tongue. "Ahh Dazai Mhmm~" whining his name as you were feeling just too desperate and aroused that it was almost painful, you didn't even noticed the sound of the main door opening as you kept moaning his name, increasing the pace of your fingers. when suddenly the bedroom's door opened you froze for a moment as you noticed him standing at the doorway looking at you with a smirk.

"Looks like someone is a bit too... horny for their own good! I thought I heard a noise in here but I guess it was just you being naughty~"

"And whose fault do you think it is?" you pouted trying to cover your embarrassment.

"So... I guess you really missed me huh? looks like I need to make it up to my bella~" he says with a sly grin, teasing you playfully. He removed his tie and threw it on the floor along with his coat approaching you. He pulled you into a long, deep kiss, one full of passion, as his tongue clashed with yours. As you gasp for breath and wraps your arms around him tighter, pulling him closer for more. He moves down leaving wet kisses all over your body reaching your core as he noticed the wet puddle you made. "Tch now I know what you like to get upto when I'm not around."

"Samu please I need you!" You begged him.

"Hmm not like this bella, you need to be specific in what you want~" Normally you would never give in to his teasing but right now you were just too desperate.

"Your tongue please just I can't take it anymore!" as soon as you finished he pulled down your slick covered panties and sliding his tongue on your wet folds. "Ahh f...fuck!" You let a low dragged moan as you felt relief wash over you after all your finger could never do what his tongue can. He collects your slick on his tongue before moving it on your clit in a zig zag motion slurping all your juices making you a moaning mess. You clench his hair pushing him as he claws your thighs leaving crescent marks on them. "Mmm~m Samu ah I'm close!" He just continued sucking and plunging in your pussy as you come all over his face. He licked clean all your mess before gently nibbling on your bud as he thrusted his two finger in your pussy, you let out a yelp from the over stimulation. But he continued thrusting scraping your gummy walls.

"Just relax darling, we haven't even done anything yet! So just let me do all the work and make it up to you, so you won't ever think about being a naughty girl behind my back~"

[deonsx]

PM!Dazai Boyfriend

dazai x female reader

Content: Gun play, spicy talk,teasing

Not: I hope you like it. English is not my own language so there may be some problems^^

• usually when he gets home after a busy day at work you'll be all he wants (but don't expect it to be a normal night of course)

•If you live in the same house there will be an item to kill all over your house (kitchen knife the hammer in the bathroom is the screwdriver under the pillow and a ton of guns in the drawers)

•Everyone and as you know, everyone knows him as "demon prodigy" but when you see how childish he is from time to time, you can't help but feel doubtful about it

•While he spends good times with you at night, he will keep the handcuffs, ropes and guns with him, every sound that comes out of his mouth makes him stronger

•”slut” “little whore” These are the names he used for you on hot nights

•he loves to tease him ready for you to beg me and do anything he won't stop until i give him what he wants

•Kissing biting aggressive moves hard slow fast tight or relaxed all of this will depend on his mood or your current willingness

• Public Sex: home, kitchen, bedroom or any place, just any place where you and him are together is suitable for him, no matter how indifferent he may seem, he always checks around for you he likes quick things but prefers long and slow wine

•you can never escape from him he is always on you he is serious about his job but he loves physical touch when he is in his office

•You come home at the same time because you work together at night. He likes to cuddle, but the spoon position is his favourite

•kisses are deep they always taste like mint and wine

Request Are Open

[slimyalienfreak]

OMG HIII I'VE BEEN DYING FOR ANOTHER MARIO EXE WRITER UHM- *ahem* if it's alright with you could I request some NSFW headcanons for our boy Devil Mario (from Powerstar if you don't know him), or MX if that's okay? Fem reader please! I don't mind if it's just a few headcanons or an NSFW Alphabet but I figured I'd request it!

Devil Mario + MX Smut Alphabet

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

Finally got a NSFW for Mario.EXE. Honestly I’ve been looking to do one of these just didn’t know how to start it. I did both Devil Mario and MX because I honestly didn’t know who to choose plus I love them both. Also I did NSFW Alphabet, I was originally going to do headcanons but I was already too deep into the alphabet that I’d figure I’d finish it. Hope you like it. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not Mentioned But Reader Is Referenced To Be Female

Warning: ⚠️NSFW/Smut Content Ahead: If You Are A Minor Or Uncomfortable With This Stuff Don’t Interact/Read This.⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Devil Mario + MX

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by GothiccMothie (For Devil Mario) on Twitter and Emil-Inze (For MX) on DeviantArt + Banner by sayevue (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

+ Devil Mario -

I honestly think it depends on the mood he is in. Most of the time do expect him to be a bit to himself that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you, he does still ask if you're alright he’s just stand off-ish. But if he wants to have more of a personal time with you then he’ll be more open to care about you. If he has harmed you he’d make sure you're patched up before he does anything else.

+ MX -

I feel like MX would be caring towards you after the two of you did it. He knows that there is a difference in size between the two of you so he knows that he can come across as rough sometimes. Literally as soon as you finish climaxing he has you close in his arms letting you recover in his arms as he does the same. Maybe gently rubbing your back as comfort as he sees your body trembling from the aftermath making him slightly happy to see you like that but still concerned in a way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

+ Devil Mario -

I feel like he likes every part of your body. He doesn't really have a specific favourite because he likes your body in any shape or form. But if he had to choose he’d probably for the thighs or stomach. Don’t ask me why he does, he just finds those specific parts of your body attractive. As for his body I like to think he likes his hands the most. Seeing where he could place them on your body. Ranging from your throat, chest, legs wherever he pleases.

+ MX -

He’s definitely either an ass guy or a tits guy don’t question me on this. When he’s lost in the moment as he’s focusing on how good you feel he’s all up there either feeling your ass or playing around with your breasts teasing you even more as he has his dick inside of you. As for his body I also like to think he likes his hands the most. Just like Devil Mario he likes to see his hands all over you. Mostly either your ass or breasts as I said before but he likes to keep his options open.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

+ Devil Mario -

When it comes to cum I think he rather have his cum inside of you not on your body. He doesn’t mind if it’s in your mouth or inside your pussy if it’s inside of you it’s staying inside of you. He prefers doing that because he likes to think that that’s how he claims you, showing that you belong to him. He doesn’t see the point if he cums outside of you where it could easily be wiped off.

+ MX -

MX on the other hand doesn’t mind where he cums as long as it’s on or in you in some sort of way he’s fine with it. He has the same reason as Devil Mario just shows it a different way. To him it shows that you're his no matter how hard you try and wipe yourself clean. The fact you let him do it just proves his point. But he does prefer to cum inside of you but doesn’t care either way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

+ Devil Mario -

For Devil Mario he definitely has some things he keeps to himself. He doesn’t necessarily outright state what he wants until he's about to do it with you. That said he’s definitely had some thoughts about fucking you. In grave detail as well. You two can literally have an innocent conversation then he starts thinking about filling you up with his cum not stopping even when you're begging him to stop. When his mind goes to the gutter it goes down deep.

+ MX -

I like to think that MX is pretty open about what he wants. He’s not the type of guy to keep what he wants to himself. If he wants to do something to you regardless of its nature he’s going to tell you. So do expect him to randomly just tell you how he would like to fuck you in this and that position. Saying what he is going to do to you once the two of you are alone etc. He isn’t afraid to say it and he enjoys the reactions you give off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

+ Devil Mario -

For Devil Mario I really think it depends. I think it really depends on what Mario did before he got possessed by the boos. For Mario he’s got to be at least somewhat experienced and knows what he is doing to pleasure a woman. For Devil Mario I doubt he would care about doing it with someone due to his focus on getting the power star until he got into a relationship with you. That’s when he actually considers doing it but regardless he knows what to do, whether it being the boos learning it from Mario or they were actually aware of it. He knows what to do.

+ MX -

Now for MX as much as I don’t want to call him a virgin I’m not exactly going to call him a sex god either. He really hasn’t had the time to sit down and just fuck someone because he’s too caught up with his latest victim. So when he gets with you he definitely takes the time to get used to it. That being said though, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Just because he isn’t some sex machine able to get with someone to do it with him in a minute doesn’t mean he’s not clueless. He knows what to do to get someone moaning and panting; he just hasn’t had the chance to actually do it until he’s with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

+ Devil Mario -

For Devil Mario I like to think he either likes doggy-style or face-off. For doggy-style he feels like it gives him more access to you. It shows him that he is the dominant one between the two of you. He also likes it because he can easily grab your hair or neck, forcing you to look at him and arch your back, making his cock go deeper inside of you. For face-off he likes it because he gets to see your reaction to him fucking you as he holds you tight and to take his cock in deeper inside of you.

+ MX -

MX likes any position where he can see your face. Positions like Missionary or Cowgirl where he can see your face turns him on so goddamn much. Seeing the way your face scrunches up from him thrusting into you, the way your eyes roll back every time he slams into you makes him really happy even tempts him to go rougher on you. He also likes it when you're on your back. When you're in that position he likes to place your legs against him so he can angle himself deeper inside of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

Devil Mario is very serious when it comes to doing it with you and even preparing both you and him to do it. He doesn’t see this as something to joke about before, during or after. He wants to show how serious he is about this and wants you to return the favour as well. If he needs something he’s going to tell you. He’s not going to find a way to hint at it, he's going to be honest. He thinks that it’s a basic sign of showing that you're being completely serious about it.

+ MX -

For MX he’s the same as Devil Mario. He’s also very serious about doing it with you during each and every single part of it. He might act like some cocky bastard outside of it but as soon as either one of you suggests it he goes all serious about it. Considering every single point of both his and yours desires. If he wants to do it a certain way he’s going to tell you and if you want to do it a certain way as well he would like you to tell him. He doesn’t see the point of doing it if no one is going to take it seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

He’s definitely well trimmed down there. Mostly because it was like that before but even then he keeps it up. He doesn’t really like it getting too bushy because it annoys him a lot, he’s also very mindful if you like it or not. So if you don’t mind it then he puts up with it, if you do then he doesn’t mind trimming it down. As for the colour I like to think it’s slightly darker then his hair down there but only by a few shades or two.

+ MX -

For MX I like to think he prefers having it cleaned down there. He doesn’t really know why he just thinks it looks better like that. But there have been a few times when he forgot to trim and it has become a little bushy but not a lot. It doesn’t really bother him if it does the only reason he really does it is because of habit. For when he lets it grow it out it’s definitely the same colour as his hair. I don’t really see it being any lighter or darker down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

+ Devil Mario -

Like in Aftercare I think it really depends on his mood. Though most of the time he can be gentle with you. He knows he can be rough with you but he can’t help it. He likes having his dick inside of you, the way you throw your head back as you moan out his name turns some sort of switch inside of him and it makes him so incredibly horny. He straight up grabs your breasts, pinching your nipples as he buries his cock deep in you while you desperately grab onto the nearest thing to you. Whispering dirty things into your ear which makes you flush up.

+ MX -

Just like with Devil Mario. He’s aware of how rough he is also considering his larger size compared to you. He does try his absolute hardest to be gentle around you, he honestly is but you just feel so goddamn good around him. After a while he will increase the pace and will go rougher on you. Though he makes this up to you by praising you for taking him so well. Wiping the tears from your eyes from how rough he is going.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

+ Devil Mario -

I feel like he isn’t the type of person to masturbate. Since he was too focused on gaining the power stars he hasn’t really had the chance to just sit down and let himself go. He doesn’t care about himself, he only cares about reaching his goals. Even when he has started dating you he doesn’t masturbate. If he does need to express his sexual desires he has you now so he doesn’t really see the point in touching himself.

+ MX -

I have a feeling MX is the same as well. He doesn't really masturbate. He doesn’t see the need to mostly because he is distracted with the shit he usually does. But I also like to think that maybe he considers it when he starts dating you but just like Devil Mario if he does need to express his sexual desires he can just go to you so regardless he doesn’t bother himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

+ Devil Mario -

Bloodplay + Knife/Swordplay + Degradation + Masochism + Brat Taming + Edging/Orgasm Denial + Breeding + Marking + Multiple Orgasms + Abrasions + Bondage + Body Worship + Power Play etc

+ MX -

Size Kink + Degradation + Praising + Brat Taming + Breeding + Cum Fetish + Dacryphilia + Multiple Orgasms + Power Play + Scratching + Biting + Edging/Orgasm Denial + Choking etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

+ Devil Mario -

I feel like Devil Mario is more of a person to do it in a secluded area. He prefers to personally show you that you belong to him. He might be willing to do it if he’s in that mood or he wants to show someone that you're his then he’ll do it no questions asked.

+ MX -

I mean he’s willing to do it anywhere. It’s pretty much isolating with only the two of you, maybe whoever his next victim is. Though if he wants to have some personal time with just you and him then he will go to a secluded area but other than that he’s willing to do it anyway.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

+ Devil Mario -

I think he gets turned on seeing the scars he gave you the previous time you two did it. He can’t help it. Even if the two of you aren’t even doing it if he sees your body and hickeys, bruises, scars etc he immediately gets a hard on. He can’t help but connect those to the events and how much you were moaning because of him.

+ MX -

He definitely gets off to you trying to take his cock. He’s much bigger in many ways compared to you thanks to his origins. He’s aware that it may be impossible for you to fully take him in but he likes it. The way your body is trembling as you let out some whines before he even has the chance to start fucking you it turns him a lot sometimes he has to resist the urge to just shove it in but he wants to give you a chance to let your body get used to it so he holds off.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

This pretty much goes for the both of them but any of those weird/disgusting fetishes. They rather find something that the both of you enjoy instead of one or the other.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

I think he prefers to be on the receiving end compared to the giving end. Not that he doesn’t like giving you oral he loves it. He loves just holding your body down with his hands gripping on your waist as he continues to eat you out despite you already cumming once. But he also loves having his cock practically being deepthroated by you, your eyes tearing up as you try not to choke.

+ MX -

I think MX likes being both on the receiving end and the giving end. He’s kind of the same as Devil Mario when he’s giving you oral he likes to probe your clit with his tongue practically teasing you till you're practically begging him to make you cum. On the other hand, he likes keeping a firm grip on your head as he guides your head up and down his cock, making you go at the pace he wants even if you're struggling to do it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

Do expect Devil Mario to be a bit rough with you. Although he does have some moments when he takes a second to actually feel you wrapped around his cock but he goes right back to fucking your roughly. Pinning your hands above your head as he buries his cock inside of you.

+ MX -

MX does try to go gentle at first but as the time goes on and he starts to lose himself in the pleasure between the two of you he does go more rougher than what he started. It’s kind of an unconscious thing he does. He just feels really good that he wants to feel more from you that he doesn’t even realise how rough he’s being sometimes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

He doesn’t like doing quickies. He prefers taking his time to feel up all of your body from top to bottom. How is he going to do that if he needs to be quick? If he wants to do it he’s going to do it when he knows both you and him have all the time in the world to do it no matter what.

+ MX -

I feel like MX isn’t the biggest fan of quickies either. He isn’t the type of person to rush things. If he absolutely had to then he guess he has to but he much prefers having the time for the two of you to do it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

For the most part Devil Mario doesn’t take the risk that often but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened. Once in a while he’s willing to do things that might be considered if he finds interest in it or you find interest in something then he’s more than willing to do it. Who knows? It might be a new turn on for either of you.

+ MX -

On the other hand MX absolutely loves to risk trying new things. He’s always finding ways to turn you into a sobbing mess so you can bet he will just casually bring up wanting to do something if you or him like it then he’ll continue doing it. If neither of you are the biggest fan of it then he’ll stop.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

+ Devil Mario -

He’s pretty above average when it comes to how long he can last. As for the amount of rounds, he can go for a while. He can go for a few hours if he wants to but that's pretty much the limit and he isn’t stopping till he knows he can’t take any more.

+ MX -

MX is definitely something. He’s an absolute beast in everything like stamina. He can last all night possibly longer if it’s particularly good. He can go for many rounds that it’s kind of hard to remember because you’ve practically lost your mind to the pleasure. Just like Devil Mario he isn’t stopping till he knows he’s done which who knows how long it could be.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

+ Devil Mario -

He doesn’t have any toys. As I said a few times he doesn’t really have a chance to have some time to himself. Plus even if he did he doesn’t use them on himself. He either prefers to use the toys he does have on you or use his own body. He mostly prefers the second option.

+ MX -

Just like Devil Mario he only owns a few at least enough to be considered a collection. Although he doesn’t use it on himself he absolutely loves to use it on you. He loves to use the different toys he does have to tease you or make you cum loads of times before he uses his own cock to make you cum again.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

+ Devil Mario -

He’s an absolute tease when it comes to you. He likes to put you on edge making you think you have the chance to finally release only for him to deny it admittedly it brings a shit eating smirk on his face. He will eventually give it to you but for now all you could do is wish for the time to come as soon as possible.

+ MX -

MX is also an absolute tease. Maybe even more than Devil Mario. He likes seeing you beg for him. He finds it really cute and hot at the same time. He can and will keep you on edge however long he wants until he’s ready to see your body shatter after finally being able to let go. He might even do it over and over again if he feels like it before actually giving you what you want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

+ Devil Mario -

Devil Mario can be quiet if he wants to. But I think it mostly depends on how he’s feeling. If he’s doing it in a public area he does try to keep it down unless he purposefully wants people to hear the two of you. But with just you and him he’s more than willing to raise his volume. The most you'll hear from him is probably groans from him at most.

+ MX -

I think MX is the type of person who can control his volume he just chooses not to. He wants everyone or what people are there to hear the two of you just going at it, he’s got absolutely no shame in it. If they got a problem with him fucking you then they can go screw themselves. Even when he’s supposedly trying to be quiet he’s still creating noise. He’s all up in your ear moaning and groaning as he’s praising you for taking his cock in.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

+ Devil Mario -

I personally headcanon Devil Mario to be Demisexual/Demiromantic (totally not self projection). Mostly because I personally believe he doesn’t actually experience either sexual or romantic attraction unless he’s close towards a person and luckily said person is you. That's when he’s actually considering having a relationship with you both romantic and sexual.

+ MX -

I like to think MX is surprisingly very clingy when he’s doing it with you. He likes having you close regardless if it’s for sexual reasons or not. He’s also quite talkative during and when he’s close to cumming. He likes telling exactly what he’s going to do once he does. Asking if you're ready for it? Do you want to feel him filling you up with his cum? Etc

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

+ Devil Mario -

I’d like to think Devil Mario is just above average when it comes to dick size considering he’s just a possessed version of Mario so whatever size Mario is so is Devil Mario. Personally I believe he’s around either 7 or 8 inches long and 5 inches thick.

+ MX -

MX on the other hand he’s definitely very large. I mean he is canonically very tall and considering his origins his size is definitely big as well. He's pretty much big everywhere including dick size. Personally I believe he’s around 13 inches long and 9 inches thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

+ Devil Mario -

I like to think his sex drive is pretty low. Of course this doesn’t mean he doesn’t or hasn’t experienced sexual desire. It just happens more so when the two of you start dating and actually spend time together. As I said before he doesn’t really have the chance or even consider doing anything romantic or sexual due to him trying to get the power star. So when he’s with you his sex drive does improve a bit.

+ MX -

He surprisingly has a high sex drive. I mean he is mostly up and about chasing after victims and that helps with your sex drive though he is able to control himself. Like with Devil Mario he doesn’t really have the chance to express it or consider it till he’s with you but overall his sex drive is still the same before and after dating you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

+ Devil Mario -

Pretty much stays awake until he’s sure you're asleep. After everything the two of you went through he wants to make sure you're alright before he does anything else. He’ll be there for you as you drift to sleep. Even after you’ve fallen asleep he’s still up for at least a little while before even considering resting himself.

+ MX -

Assuming if he needs to sleep he’s the same as Devil Mario. He pretty much stays awake until he knows you're alright. His top priority as soon as the two of you are done is to make sure you're alright. Making sure you're okay even with how rough he has been. He likes to hold you in his arms with your head against his chest as he helps you fall asleep and keeps you like this till you're awake. As for him I’m not sure if he even needs sleep. If he doesn’t he stays up just relaxing with you in his arms. Regardless if he does or doesn’t he likes the time the two of you have just in each others arms.

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