#uhg Dazai and chuuya-
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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 1 year ago
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Y'all I am never going to shut up about how pretty this episode was
First we have the omg The squeal I let out scenes
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To the aesthetically pleasing
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To the oh... oh holy- well shit
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byoopii · 9 days ago
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two sides of the same coin
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shewritesallnight · 2 years ago
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Cell Block Tango [BSD]
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YN is sick of listening to Dazai’s and Fyodor’s prison mind games. Locked away underground, she yearns for a distraction and decides that it’s time for a special game of her own. But can she keep control while playing against not one but two demons…
Rating: 18+, NSFW
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a/n: Spoiler alert for anime fans but if you are up to date with manga translations then it’s nothing new. For the sake of this fic we are gonna pretend that the prison suits are two pieces rather than the jumpsuit. We are also sticking to the manga version of the prison, not the hamster balls :p
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There was a dull throb at the back of her skull and she was pretty sure she was about to have an aneurysm. That or she was finally going insane. It had been bad enough that she was stuck in Meursault; but being trapped in a box between two maniacs made her mind spin.
How she got in this mess, YN wasn’t entirely sure, but she was willing to bet Chuuya’s entire wine collection that it had to do with one of Dazai’s little schemes. She had hoped to never find herself again playing pawn to the former Executive once he disappeared from the Port Mafia.
Apparently, that was just wishful thinking.
The Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia and the Demon Fyodor faced off in front of her. Sitting in ridiculous plexiglass cells like Hannibal Lector; and she had been graced with the misfortune of being stuck next to both, completing their little block in the shape of a U.
She had tried, when she first arrived, to question the males; an attempt at getting some idea why she had to be thrown in here. To no avail.
At some point, boredom pushed her to start a guessing game between the two of them to see who could recognize songs as she hummed the tune.
Dazai was up to date with the most current pop songs and seemingly a fan of country music. Fyodor was calling out titles before she even got to the second note of anything remotely classical or rap related.
She wasn’t sure if he called out the latter so quickly because he enjoyed the songs or he just didn’t want to hear them.
Once the conversations evolved to apparent mind reading, she left them to their devices. For all she knew they were absolutely bullshitting and toying with her mind as a form of entertainment.
She wouldn’t put it past them.
How long had they been going at it? Was it days? Weeks? It was so hard to tell in this place, though she had no doubt her two prison mates would know.
She craved stimulation, a new book, real music, or a conversation with a normal person. Hell, she was ready to attack a guard for a change of pace. Though they rarely came around save to drop off food and when they did, they remained silent and out of reach.
No doubt a stipulation to prevent any secretive communication to the outside world.
"97,462."
"4,475."
YN groaned, slamming her pillow over her face to drown out the ceaseless stream of numbers. It would put her out of her misery, if she suffocated herself with the pillow. Better yet, would be to suffocate the two of them.
She giggled into the fluff, building the scenario in her mind but frowned when her imagination came to Dazai.
The suicidal maniac would probably enjoy it.
"Uhg," with a huff, she dragged the pillow down from her face and onto her chest.
Her breath stuttered. A delicious jolt shot down her spine at the feel of the pillow brushing over her clothed nipples.
Were the prison uniforms that thin?
She tugged the pillow down another inch and her toes curled at the friction. She chanced a glance towards her cell block mates, still locked in their staring death match and spouting off numbers at a rapid pace.
Maybe they wouldn't notice. Or maybe she wanted them to, her face flushed at the thought.
Maybe she really was going insane.
Either way, it would be a much needed distraction and if it threw those two off their game while working off some frustration, even better.
Decision made, she returned her pillow behind her head and settled against the sheets. As a test she brushed her thumbnail over a nipple and keened.
Fuck, that felt good.
She slipped a hand under her top to cup her breast, gently squeezing, and groaned. Her other hand traveled down to rub over the clothed apex of her thighs.
Once. 
Twice.
Three times, just to feel the delicious friction.
She moved to tug on the band of her pants.
"What do we have here?" "What do you think you're doing?"
Her body froze at the overlapping voices. Caught, like a deer facing off with two wolves. 
She flicked her eyes first to Dazai then across to Fyodor. The duo had their gaze burning into her. She could only imagine her appearance to them. One hand hidden beneath her shirt with the other poised to slip beneath the fabric of her pants.
"I-i,” she paused. 
Honesty was out of the question, there was no way she was going to tell them that she was so bored that she accidentally made herself horny with the idea of them watching her masturbate.
A half-truth then, just enough to placate them.
She cleared her throat before speaking again, “While your little numbers game has been stimulating. I crave a more carnal distraction.”
Not breaking eye contact with the Russian, she slid her hand into her bottoms. YN bit her lip to keep from moaning when her fingertips brushed against her clit.
Was the base of his neck turning red or was that a trick of the prison lights?
"Tell me, Bella," her eyes darted to Dazai, "who brought about these carnal desires?"
Neither of them.
She hadn't been thinking of anything but the sweetness of release.
Lies.
Both men were at the forefront of her mind. It was no secret that the two of them were quite handsome in their own aggravating way. It wouldn’t be the first time she had thought about-
Annoyed, she huffed out a quick, "The both of you seem to be skilled at guessing games, why don’t you figure it out?”
She knew she made a mistake when his eyes darkened.
Holding her gaze, Dazai spoke to his rival. "Shall we find out which one of us makes her pant like a common whore?"
Heat rushed to her face.
"Seems a pointless competition when we already know who it is."
Dazai’s eyes cut to Fyodor and she felt the tension settle around the three of them. 
Taking advantage of their distraction, she took the time to take in the two figures. Dazai had a prominent tent in his pants. While Fyodor sported a large bulge; his very real flush had darkened at his neck, she wondered how far down his chest the color spread. 
It was intoxicating.
The idea of these two men arguing and turned on because of her. She felt a rush of wetness at her entrance, slipped a finger in, and moaned.
She didn't notice when she became the focus of their attention again or that Dazai had pulled his cock from his pants. Nor did she notice how Fyodor tugged his bottoms down mid-thigh and started rubbing at his own.
She was lost to the brush of her finger against her inner walls until Fyodor cut through the haze with his words.
"Myshka, look at me."
She looked up to Fyodor and sucked in a breath. He leaned back on his bed with one hand, the other working around his cock. From what she could see, the tip was the same pretty red color and smeared in precum. 
Dazai had stood, now leaning against the corner of his cell, fully facing her. She had a clearer view of his cock and could see his fingers run across the prominent vein underneath.
He looked delicious and she clenched at the view. She wanted to wrap her lips around the head and swallow him down till she felt him at the back of her throat. 
As if reading her mind, Dazai smirked. He picked up the pace of his hand when a small sigh fell from her lips.
"Do you imagine my fingers replacing yours? Reaching places you can only dream of?" She whined, eyes closing to get lost in the scene.
Yes, she wanted it.
"She would prefer my tongue working her open, tasting her until she screams." 
"F-fuck," she stuttered at Fyodor's words, curling her finger and imagining his tongue in her. 
She couldn't decide which scenario she liked better, riding his face until her body gave out or seeing Fyodor below her, worshiping her cunt from his knees. 
Dazai clicked his tongue, “It would take more than your slimy appendage to ready her for me. Don’t you think Bella?”
He tapped his tip against the plexiglass. “Let’s see how well you prepare for me. Add another finger.”
Shimming off her bottoms, she kicked them to the floor of her cell. Following his instructions, she slipped in a second finger. It was tight and she knew it wouldn’t be enough to let him in. 
Breathlessly, she began scissoring her fingers, stretching herself.
The feeling was glorious.
She wondered how he would feel, hot and heavy inside her. She’d be lying if she said she never thought of it, of him taking her against the wall at headquarters. It made her whimper, adding in a third finger.
The action wasn’t lost on her audience.
“So desperate for my cock that you can’t even wait for directions. How impatient of you.”
Muffled profanity slipped from Fyodor’s lips as she raised her shirt to her collar, exposing her breasts, to pull at her nipple.
She couldn’t hear their harsh breaths, but she could see them falling apart. Dazai’s forehead fell against the wall, his hips thrusting forward to fuck into his hand. 
Fyodor had leaned forward over his legs, one hand still working his cock while the other fondled his balls.
They continued talking, feeding off each other and the display of her body before them. Speaking into existence all the sordid little fantasies she kept tucked away in the back of her mind.
She would have thought they really did have the ability to read minds if they hadn’t spoken of other darker desires. Words that sat heavy in her core and pushed her that much closer to the edge.
She had never seen either man look so disheveled; and she had never wanted anything more than to be in the same cell as them. To hear and feel their words across her skin as they pounded into her.
“N-nhg” Her teeth clamped down on her lip to prevent the syllables from escaping, a name hanging on the tip of her tongue.
She hissed at the pain but was thankful for it.
When did she start to lose control?
There was no way she was going to give into their twisted antics. She would not say either of their names. No matter how badly she wanted to give in.
She struggled to muffle another moan, pleasure building at her center. A thought drifted across her mind, maybe she could tip things back into her favor.
If they wanted her to call out a name, she would.
It would have to be someone they both knew. Someone who would affect both men.
Someone like- oh.
Like him.
She teetered on the edge, palm grinding against her clit-
“Come for me,” they uttered at the same time.
-and she free fell into oblivion.
“Ah-h-Ango!” she cried out, eyes rolling back as her back arched off the mattress. 
Her thighs trapped her wrist while her walls fluttered around her fingers; barely registering the sputtered choke and subsequent snarl in the background.
She collapsed to her mattress, liquid and loose, and took several deep calming breaths then turned towards her audience. 
Dazai’s cum dripped down from where it splattered against the plexiglass, he looked pained. His hand next to his head in a fist.
A quick glance to Fyodor revealed his hands were covered in his release, a displeased look on his face as he watched her.
Pulling her fingers from her core, she made a dramatic show of slurping and sucking the digits clean, tugged her shirt down, and turned her back on the two.
With a flip of her middle finger towards the demonic duo, she pulled the blanket over her body and settled in to sleep.  
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BONUS:
There is a saying, that if looks could kill...
Ango had never understood those words more than in that moment. 
He felt the crushing glare from the two demons on the monitors as if they were in the same room as him. Suddenly, he was very glad to have them locked away.
All the wall monitors of the intelligence room were focused on the three cells, as they had been, since the moment the prisoners had taken their first steps into Meursault.
Sure, he had expected to witness some private moments but to witness that and for YN to call out his name at the end.
There were alarm bells going off in the back of his mind but it didn’t matter. He never dared to dream that she could- that she would- 
His pants felt tight, uncomfortably tight.
Ango could feel the burn of all the eyes in the room, pointedly not looking in his direction.
The triple agent’s face was in flames, a hand covered the bottom half of his face. Trying and failing to maintain a sense of normalcy after the show.
And what a show it was.
The servers would have to be wiped. It could complicate things if he was implicated in whatever Dazai had planned.
Yes, they would have to be wiped. 
But Ango wouldn’t put it past his former friend to have a secret message slipped in. Dazai’s heart rate would need to be compared to the video and decoded. Just in case.
Ango would have to take a copy of the video home to thoroughly examine it.
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Fun Fact: Ango was the one to arrest YN. Babygirl knew what she was doing when she fed him to the wolves 💅
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amaneyuqi · 4 years ago
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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years ago
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*Inhales* Bruh...
Looking through a Bsd one-shot fic on Wattpad to add a new book to read during no motivation hours.
finds one I haven't clicked on yet, only scrolled for a minute....
Opens up
sees title of one-shot
oddly familiar
starts to read...
oh?
This is....
mine?
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Don't be shy
Here's the link
https://www.wattpad.com/1150523167-bsd-x-reader-oneshots-cuddles-and-a-meal-dazai-x
tagging the moots and others cause I really want this taken down
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