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Ok I’m gonna do 1 or 2 reqs b4 this howeverrrr they shouldn’t take me more than two days max so I’m chucking up these ideas to see if anyone cares what goes first 😭 oh this is for the bsd guys btw!

I’ll do both of these eventually btw just wondered if one was more wanted than others

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It somehow escaped my notice that you have a "no top/dom reader" rule and I would like to formally apologize for my pegging request.

Omg please don’t apologise!!!! I feel so mean about this I’m honestly really sorry I haven’t actually replied, in truth I’ve been thinking abt it for a few days debating whether to go ahead and do it anyway bcus I hate to say no or be disappointing and honestly I really do appreciate anyone taking the time to be so sweet about it and it’s nice for people to request at all, even if it is something I’m unsure about. The reason I put off replying and apologising that I couldn’t do it or just doing it anyway was because I felt if I did it, it wouldn’t be my best work and it would lack detail which is what I typically think is a nice thing about my writing (not to big myself up) but on the other hand I really felt terrible for not doing it. Really tho, don’t apologise at all I love u for requesting either way and I’m rly sorry if this puts u off my work in any way <3

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can you do the 'fake bj prank' with bsd men? i love your work so much!

˙⋆✮ Fake Bj prank w bsd men ! ❀⋆.˚

Warnings: Suggestive themes, slightly explicit language in Ranpo's, gn!reader however implied reader has hair long enough to tie back, maybe slightly ooc but shouldn't be very noticable

A/N: Thanks sm for the req anon!! I'm so happy you like my work <3 Also i realise there's only 4 people here but I'm more than happy to add anyone if there's anyone else you wanted on here I can always come back and edit it, plus I was thinking about doing nikolai and kunikida anyway! Also I'm not massively familiar with this prank so if this wasn't the prank you meant please req again and I can re do it!

Dazai ♡

That classic smirk widens tenfold across his face the second your hands raise to pull back your hair, hands immediately fumbling for his belt buckle despite the fact it’s the middle of the day and you're both standing in the agency’s staff kitchen where anyone could walk in at any given time. When you bend over, head becoming level with his crotch he starts practically buzzing with anticipation, the telltale sound of a zipper reaching your ears as you straighten out to your full height once more. That eager look on his face is wiped clean the moment he sees the hairband between your fingers. You send him a questioning glance accompanied by a somewhat disapproving shake of your head, though you're fighting back an accomplished smirk at getting back at him for once, he’s not the only one who’s allowed to tease and today he had found that out. He’s probably noticed your failure at hiding an expression of such self satisfaction but he’s clearly too occupied with the fact you’ve pulled a stunt like this and left him standing with his belt and trousers undone in the middle of the agency. 

“Dropped my hair tie.” You present him with the object before finishing tying up your hair. As you snag your half finished cup of coffee from the countertop and begin to wander back to your desk, Dazai’s disbelieving sputtering reaches your ears as the heavy thud of stumbling footsteps follow you.

“Wha- bella! How could you do this to me! How am I supposed to concentrate on my work now? Unbelievable…”

Chuuya ♡

Pretty similar to Dazai for once, when he’s seated on the opulent leather of his desk chair with legs folded atop his desk and you suddenly duck into his vision, hair back in one hand and ducking under his desk, a cocky smirk paints itself across his features. He’s not one to care about you doing stuff like this in his office, you’ve done it before and he’ll take any opportunity to piss off Mori. He’s also one of the topmost executives in the port mafia and with power like his, no one would even give him a dirty look even if you’d been outright caught giving him head in broad daylight. 

He immediately snaps to attention, dragging his legs off the desk and manspreading in that way he knows you find hot, a single gloved hand toying with his belt buckle in knowing anticipation. He leans back, confident in his demeanor, so imagine the shock when you don’t even move towards him but pop back up off the floor and begin tying your hair up with a hair tie he hadn’t even noticed lying by his feet. You throw an oh so false innocent look, trying and failing to hide the twitching corner of your lips as you notice the smug grin slip off his face and morph into an expression of frustrated disappointment. He doesn’t say anything, but you swear you hear something along the lines of ‘fucking tease’ muttered under his breath as he swivels the chair to face the bookshelf on the opposite wall. 

“What did you think I was gonna do?” you question, though the teasing lilt never leaves your voice. 

“Oi nothing! What’dya take me for a perv!?” 

Ranpo ♡

Ranpo knows exactly what you’re doing before you’ve even begun to execute your so-called master plan. He noticed you were acting strange before you’d both left the early morning comfort of your shared space, trying so desperately to conceal the mischievous smirk that’s threatening to break loose onto your face as you fixed his tie, shoulders shaking with barely restrained laughter you thought you were hiding so well. He’s not sure why you fell under the impression that the self proclaimed ‘world’s greatest detective’ wouldn’t deduce you were up to something but he’ll play along with your silly antics for now, there’s nothing for him to lose or gain either way and better see you thinking you did something than present you with early disappointment. You can have this victory for once, his ego’s big enough to withstand letting you win every once in a while. 

You try to subtly drop a hair tie by the edge of his desk, right underneath his locked drawer of sweets and immediately Ranpo sees through your intentions. As you fill up a cup at the water cooler and circle back past his desk, he’s already pushing away from his desk just enough to leave you with an opportune gap, swivelling his chair in your direction and leaning back slightly. Your cup is abandoned on the edge of his desk as you bend over and for a split second, Ranpo is genuinely caught off guard as you teasingly rest your hand directly over his clothed cock and it has him wondering for a fleeting moment if you actually intended to go through with this. That surprise is then cut off the moment you rise again, batting your lashes innocently and sauntering away like you didn’t notice his wide eyes or slightly agape mouth.

Well you actually achieved the win over the detective this time.

Atsushi ♡

Poor Atsushi is sent into a spiralling descent of shock the second he realises the implications of the stunt you’re pulling. You’d wandered over to where he was sitting on the sofa during the agency lunch break, striking up mundane conversation about what you’d make together for dinner, or who would end up having to do certain chores. Your hair tie lay just in front of his feet where you’d planted it earlier with absolute certainty he’d slouch into the worn leather sofa like usual. He’s leaning back comfortably, gloved hands folded casually behind his head as a bright smile rests on his face, chatting away and totally unaware of how that demeanor will shift in the next few moments. He notices your eyes wandering a few times, and that smile drops slightly, concern colouring his features. 

“You alright?” He tilts his head, studying your face intensely as your gaze flicks back to meet his, dismissing his worry with a gentle wave of your hand and motioning for him to continue. Cue more content rambling, and as he takes a second to catch his breath, you put your, albeit a little cruel, plan into motion. You rest a tentative hand on his thigh, leaning down so you’re eye level with his crotch, gaze darting up to subtly gauge his reaction. His eyebrow raises in confusion before your hand creeps higher, furthering your meaning. Realisation dawns on him immediately and there's no hiding the widening of his eyes or the intensely crimson blush crawling up his neck and painting his face a vivid shade of red. You suppress a laugh, barely, snatching the hair tie from the floor and completing the routine by tying your hair up, ignoring the flustered sputtering of the man in front of you. 

“Wha- B-but why would you…?” You do end up feeling a slither of remorse, you may have broken him for the moment. You confess the prank to him before the guilt can eat away at you too much and he seems to take it in stride thankfully. He’s still blushing a bit as you leave the agency that night though. You laugh.

Thanks for reading!! All likes & reblogs r appriciated and feel free to req <3 Love u all x

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𐙚⋆.˚ Diluc NSFW headcanons ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, afab!reader, explicit descriptions of sexual acts, not proofread sorry, MINORS DNI !!

A/N: Decided I loved doing the Chuuya hc's so much I'd do some for genshin ♡ Also where r my diluc lovers he is so overhated </3 Need to put out some more genshin stuff tbh...

♡ Can be rough but highly prefers the closeness and intimacy of slower paced sex. As someone with a lot of issues surrounding losing people, I think he’d feel desperate to be close to you, getting any skin to skin contact he can to be assured that you’re really there and won’t go anywhere. Of course there’s days where he’s irritated after a hard day at work or he hasn’t seen you in too long so that desperation translates into frantic touches and heated desire instead of a need to be slow and savor the closeness of the moment, but overall I’d say he’s more inclined to be passionate however gentle. 

♡ Adding onto the previous hc, he really treasures as much physical contact as he can during sex. Always seeking out your hands to intertwine your fingers with his large calloused ones, pressing chests flush and securing you to him with strong arms, fixing his chest to your back, wrapping your legs tight around his waist or over his shoulders ect. You get the picture. It just makes him feel secure and the contact acts as a sort of grounding mechanism to reassure him that you’re there in the moment with him and you actually want him. 

♡ King of foreplay. Will spend literal hours between your thighs, eating you out like a man starved until you’re shaking and pushing his head away. Gets an insane amount of pleasure from YOUR pleasure, knowing that he can take you apart and cause your body to react like that seriously gets him going, to the point he can struggle to exercise restraint. Also has pretty big hands and long fingers so when he’s got two or three buried in you, hitting your g-spot with every agonising thrust, best bet you’re coming at least twice before he’s even come close to fucking you. 

♡ If you initiate anything or imply you want him, that iron will is out the fucking window. The fact you desire him and wish to have him like that destroys him. It’s not that he feels unwanted particularly, especially not in your relationship, however feeling like he’s not the only one who initiates sexual situations takes a lot of pressure off him as it means you both desire each other in equal measure and that he doesn’t need to worry about coming on to you too often or not enough. 

♡ Praise. Going both ways, he’ll praise every little thing about you, from whispering reassurance and how beautiful you are to how well you’re doing for him and how good you feel, it doesn’t matter to him. He believes praising you so intimately shows you how deep his love for you goes and hopes you understand how important and seen you are. Also loves when you return the favor, calling him pretty or beautiful may make him bashful and a little shy but he appreciates it nonetheless. He’s not often insecure about his looks but knowing you think his scar littered skin is just as perfect as the rest of him amplifies his desire for you intensely. 

♡ Relatively quiet, isn’t loud in any aspect of his life and this carries over to the bedroom too. The loudest he’ll get is when he’s breathing out desire laden sentences to compliment you, other than that he’s all low groans and muffled grunts into your skin.

♡ I don’t think he’s all that experienced, with his childhood and losing his dad and then the time he spent away from Mondstadt, sex became one of his lowest priorities until he met you. Most likely a virgin when you got together, however he’s an unbelievably fast learner and will grow to know every sensitive spot on your body and everything that makes you tick almost immediately. He’s highly skilled in reading people and he’ll note how your body reacts to every touch, every feeling and will use that to his advantage. It’s almost unfair how quickly he can reduce you to a shaking mess. 

♡ You always end up with a myriad of various marks scattered across your body, deep red hickies that match the crimson hue of his hair trail all the way from your neck and collarbone to the inside of your thighs and several finger shaped bruises linger on your hips. He’ll kiss every single one in apologetic reverence when he notices, though you insist you don’t mind and if he’s apologising you should be too for the plethora of scratches painted scarlet on the muscled planes of his back. He never even realises he’s giving you all these marks in the heat of the moment but is always conscious to never hurt you to the point the pain overtakes the pleasure and would never intentionally hurt you.

♡ His hair comes down. Every time. Whether that be by your hands as you tangle them through his fiery locks whilst he’s going down on you with insatiable hunger or his own as he’s tugged out his hairband mid heated makeout whilst he’s trapping you against the wall or another item of furniture. (There’s probably not a surface in the winery that hasn’t been christened by the pair of you). Call him pretty or something along those lines with his hair down and you’ll find him quickening his pace and pleasuring you with desperate fervour. 

♡ He’s not very kinky as the intimacy and closeness of sex tends to pair with more vanilla activities, plus a lot of things like that such as bondage,roleplay ect. just doesn’t appeal to him in the slightest. He’s confident in the knowledge that vanilla sex doesn't have to be boring, there’s so many positions and things you can do together to bring different sources of pleasure into your sex life. He’s also willing to at least try anything you might suggest and he’ll try to enjoy it for your sake but is also firm on his own boundaries and won’t be swayed if it’s something he’s genuinely uncomfortable with. 

♡ Expect occasional check ins. He’s very big on consent and making sure your pleasure and enjoyment comes first over anything else, he’s not having a good time if you aren’t. He won’t ask before every single thing he does as he knows that can be annoying and also trusts that you feel secure and comfortable enough to voice any concerns you have or tell him to stop if you need. More often than not it’s simply a reassuring squeeze to your thigh and a “Are you doing ok?” or “Is this fine?” sometimes he’ll opt to send you a questioning glance instead.

Diluc my fav ♡ As always any likes & reblogs r appriciated plus my reqs r always open and i lovee getting new ones however please read my rules b4 requesting! Love u all xx

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Can you write some fluffy smut with Ranpo? Sweet and silly sex is too underrated in fandom and Ranpo strikes me as the type to wants a fun, chill time the most probably. Also I love him I guess. Thx.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Shared warmth ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, f!reader, soft sex, overly sweet Ranpo, explicit descriptions of sexual acts, not proofread sorry, MINORS DNI !!

A/N: I actually loved tf out of this request, I don't usually write soft & affectionate smut so it was rly nice to write something different for once! I think I strayed a bit away from the 'silly' side of it and really leaned into the soft, intimacy idea so sorry for that also assumed u meant f!reader so sorry if I got it wrong! Tysm for the req tho anon ❤︎

It had started innocently, with legs entangled under heavy blankets and hearts beating in sync. Your head against Ranpo’s shoulder whilst some detective show droned on in the background, one he’d figured out almost the second you’d flicked it on. It’s not like either of you were paying attention anyway. Ranpo’s glasses were long gone, probably tossed somewhere in the kitchen when he’d been rummaging through your cupboards for something sweet to eat, coming up disappointed when the best he could find was a rich hot chocolate blend. He’d made it anyway, complaints minimal to your surprise, but the concoction came up loaded with whipped cream and indulgent marshmallows. 

It was the height of winter, snow piling up on concrete doorsteps, freezing air creeping into every crevice of your home, only staved off by the saving grace of multiple heaters. Frost covered the windows, obscuring the outside world with cool detachment. As soon as you’d both returned from the agency, you’d dug through mountains of thick furs and blankets to uncover the softest ones you owned. Ranpo had discarded his usual cape and tie, tossing them over the back of the sofa, settling comfortably against a multitude of fur pillows to consume his sugar coated drink. 

“Do you want a specific one?” You questioned from your position in the hallway cupboard, tilting your head back to have a clear view of his body slumped into the plush sofa cushions. He looked like a cat like that, eyes half closed in cozy bliss, stretched out with long legs resting on the dark pine coffee table and one arm curled behind his head. He tilted his head in feigned reflection before settling on a decision. 

“The fluffy one.” He noted, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You gave him a blank stare in response to the mirthful smirk that was drawn across his features. 

“No shit sherlock they’re all fluffy” You retorted, finalising your own choice before tossing a walnut brown one over his lap. He gave a content hum, taking another long sip from his cavity inducing nightmare and tucking himself deeper under the cocoon of pillows and fur he’d found himself in. 

You’d lost your own coat and tie somewhere along the way, abandoned to the biting cold that was now nipping at your skin. Climbing onto the sofa next to Ranpo seemed like the obvious option, and curling up against him proved fruitful as the radiating warmth seeped into your tired joints like a soothing balm. He offered his mug your way, which you gratefully took, sharing anything sweet was a rare act of affection you would’ve been stupid to pass up. Taking a sip, the sweet chocolatey mixture sends a wave of creamy delight dancing across your tastebuds, all dusted cinnamon and frothy milk. You hate to admit it, but he’s a bit too good at making something that embodies the atmosphere perfectly. 

You pass back the mug, turning your face into the crook of his neck to burrow even further to his cosiness, like you’re trying to get under his skin. In turn, a grounding weight leans itself atop your hair that you register as Ranpo’s head. He sets his finished drink down onto the coffee table, forgoing a coaster as usual, before he leans back to uncharacteristically fold his arms around you and drop a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. Maybe the winter has softened him some. 

Hours pass in that bubble of familiar companionship, fleeting kisses exchanged every so often as Ranpo flawlessly debunks every single episode of the budget detective drama in seconds. Nothing feels as much like home as this, tucked safely in his embrace, every breath merged together as one. Limbs tangle and touches grow more adventurous, greedy hands sliding across every inch of clothed skin they can reach. 

Ranpo’s hands circle around your waist, anchoring you to his chest as lithe fingers draw lazy shapes into the exposed skin where he’s hiked your shirt up. A variety of blankets pool at your hips, slipping slowly off one side of your thigh to drag languidly across the cold wood of the floor. Ranpo’s face has found sanctuary in the dip of your collarbone and shoulder, his mouth slanting passively across the flesh, leaving featherlight kisses in a soft trail. 

“Are you even watching anymore?” You begin to ask, but it soon develops into a yawn as the combined body heat you’re enveloped in forces drowsiness into your conscience. He hums, muffled against your shoulder as another tirade of barley-there kisses follow. 

“Not really, what is there that I haven’t already solved? Don’t tell me you actually enjoy this?” He throws a single glance at the tv, barely disguising his boredom with the cliches that keep flashing across the screen. 

“Well no but…” Your reply is lost in your throat as Ranpo looks up at you with an expression that can only be described as mischief embodied. His hands grow daring, travelling slightly further down the curve of your back with each inhale and exhale, coming to rest on your ass. You raise a questioning eyebrow at his ministrations, arms linked at the nape of his neck, twirling short strands of hair between your fingers. He merely squints his eyes further, giving you a customary smile. In the next split second, you find yourself deposited in his lap, chests flush, thighs bracketing his and eyes widened in surprise. 

Piled up blankets slip off and land in a haphazard lump in front of the sofa, leaving the cold to begin its descent on your body once more. The heaters have ceased their useful task in keeping the tremble from your frame, leaving your only option to cling to Ranpo and seek his heat for your own. It works to a relatively decent extent, but without the fur coated protection of your blankets both you and your raven haired lover are wracked by subtle tremors, victims to the icy air of your apartment. 

“Getting cold there sugar?” He smirks knowingly, self indulgent hands pushing your shirt even higher on your back, exposing more skin to the freezing cold. Goosebumps erupt along the expanse of your flesh as your shivering grows more violent with each inch revealed. 

“I know a way to warm you up” 

A questioning glance sent in his direction morphs into realisation as Ranpo completely slides off your shirt, baring your bra to the invading cold. He smirks as you press yourself as close as physically possible to his chest, fighting off the cool air by grasping onto him like your own personal heater. Your bottoms soon follow, hips lifted off him for a fleeting moment to discard the offending item somewhere near his own cape that had been lost earlier. As you’re left shivering in your underwear, the comprehension that he’s most likely had the motive to get you like this, pliant on top of him, since the second you’d walked in the door dawns on you. 

Gauging the unfairness of the situation, Ranpo practically fully clothed while you sit perched in his lap, bare skin exposed to his observant gaze, you fumble with the buttons of his shirt in a half hearted attempt to gain some leverage in what’s shaping up to be a struggle between playful caresses and familiar intimacy. He laughs at your feeble attempt made with shaking hands and for once decides to have mercy on you, aside from his regular teasing, to aid you in sliding the ivory cotton off his shoulders. He comes to the immediate understanding of just how cold it really is in the open air of your shared apartment, but that prideful smirk never once falters on his face, the perfect image of calm undisrupted. 

Once his shirt has been successfully removed, you smooth your hands over the hard planes of his chest, tracing his shoulders with featherlight brushes of your fingertips. Skin to skin, separated only by the fabric of your bra, you notice the cold doesn’t seem to bite as hard, tingling warmth slowly crawling through your veins at the feel of Ranpo’s skin against yours and his skillful hands charting a path down the curve of your back, around your stomach and they’re skimming the inside of your thighs, mischievously teasing the soft fat of your thighs. 

You bring your lips to his in a soft, tender kiss, slanting your mouth over his with growing desperation as his fingers toy with the edge of your panties. You can feel his growing smile against your own until he’s sliding his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a muffled moan from your throat as he deepens the kiss. Fervent kisses only go on for so long before Ranpo slips a single finger into your heat, stroking through the pooling slick with knowing technique. You gasp and break away from his lips, hooking both arms behind his neck to grasp aimlessly at the jet black hair curling at his nape. 

“Hm? But you’re so warm here, maybe I was mistaken thinking you needed warming up…” He muses outloud, smirk still in place but you can now see his lips are kiss bitten, smudged with colour at the corner of his mouth where your lipstick rubbed off. His finger circles your clit, pressing teasing circles against the sensitive bud as you buck your hips up into his hand, chasing more of the addicting pleasure that’s shooting up your spine. Nimble fingers glide through your soaked folds, straying occasionally from your entrance to press agonising circles against your clit. 

“Ran..” You whine low into the crook of his neck, turning your face to press your lips in a gentle trail across the chiseled bone of his collar. He responds with something akin to a sigh, half suppressed laughter at your impatience, half fondness at your sweet gestures. He slides a single finger right where you need him without another word, curling and prodding at your tight walls with aching slowness. After giving you a moment to adjust, a second joins, digging deep to thrust into the spongey spot that has stars bursting behind closed eyes. You keen out, burying your face further into his solid shoulder. 

“Well that’s no good, I can’t hear the sweet sounds you’re making for me now” He feigns a frown, using his free hand to tilt your chin up, meeting his gaze as his ring and middle finger continue to slide in and out of your gushing pussy with a filthy wet sound each time they withdraw. Your forehead comes to rest against his own, unusual affection swirling in the emerald pools of his eyes barely discernable with your close proximity. The sheer intimacy of it all is overwhelming, the gratifying feeling of his fingers brushing up against your g-spot with each painfully accurate thrust, the gentle kisses dropped to your shoulder like petals landing on your skin, the tender desire in Ranpo’s gaze, boring straight into your own. His thumb brushes lightly over your clit, once, twice and you’re falling apart. 

He takes you apart piece by piece, calculated touches working you through your orgasm as devastating pleasure floods every inch of your being, body trembling, though this time not from the cold. As the remainder of your high seeps out of your body, muscles turning limp and pliant against Ranpo’s, he withdraws his drenched fingers from your sopping hole, and as if he were the devil incarnate, brings them to his lips with a self assured smirk and swipes his tongue across them, soaking up your arousal with each filthy lick. You observe with wide eyes, half in disbelief that he’d do such a thing, half noticing the soaked fabric of your panties isn’t getting any dryer. 

“Sweet, like you sugar” He comments, tapping your hip in a signal for you to move back to your original position on the sofa, but not before he’s hooked two fingers in the hem of your underwear to finally peel the slick drenched garment off your dripping pussy and down your hips. His own trousers are swiftly unbuckled, dumped unsystematically on the floor, followed by his boxers as he layers his body atop your own. 

His weight rests comfortably against you, skin to skin, and the frosty air doesn’t even register to your hazy mind. The warmth of Ranpo’s hands caressing every inch of your body lingers, heated ardor dimmed to something parallel, like familiar desire. He drags his heavy cock through the slickness clinging to your folds, catching the head against your clit with every lazy roll of his hips and sending pleasure induced shivers up your spine that have you moaning out into the comforting blade of his shoulder. His smile has dropped from his face, replaced with softened eyes and tender glances. 

The need for words is abandoned, the second another one of your sugar coated moans push past the barrier of your lips he’s pushing past the tight ring of muscle, sinking his girth into your pussy with a considerately slow pace, giving you time to adjust to every inch of his thick cock. His hips land flush against your own with a deep groan, pressed as deep as he can get, cock kissing the entrance of your cervix. Your moans entangle simultaneously with Ranpo’s own breathy groans, both voices half muffled against the skin of one another. 

His hips rock against yours with cherished languidness, pulling out only halfway so as not to detach his body from yours for too long before thrusting back in to hit the spot deep in your walls that has you twitching, letting out half concealed breaths into his skin. His breath is warm on the shell of your ear, each shuddering moan filling your senses with Ranpo. Thoughts of him consume your mind until all you can think about is how perfect it is now, here, with him pressing comfortably into you and sending your mind spiralling into pleasure untold. The faint ‘clap’ ‘clap’ ‘clap’ of his hips colluding intermittently with yours reaches your ears, pelvis and hard muscles of his abdomen grazing your clit each time Ranpo thrusts back into you to prod at your g-spot again. The sheer pleasure has you slowly drawing closer and closer to the edge of bliss, feeling his cock twitch as he stills inside you to press his lips against yours in a chaste display of affection. 

“Ngh..getting close..” he breathes against your ear, both arms coming to rest around the small of your back, merging your warmth as one, your legs locked behind his hips, arms around his neck. You’ve never felt closer than this, both teetering on the edge of soft euphoria, entangled bodies translating to entangled souls. You’re still panting heavily, chest rising and falling with each barely suppressed moan as the blinding pleasure of your second orgasm creeps up on you. His pelvis brushes your clit repeatedly, causing your walls to clench and tighten around the girth of his cock, eliciting yet another muffled groan to erupt from Ranpo’s throat as his pace increases slightly, chasing both of your highs as he all but attacks your most sensitive spots. 

“Come for me..” He huffs out, tightening his hold on you. “You’re close I can feel it.. come for me please” His sweetened words send you over that inevitable edge, keening out as his rhythm becomes messy and uncalculated, lost in the pleasurable embrace of your walls surrounding him. You gush around him, biting softly into his skin as he continues thrusting into you, chasing his own high with desperacy. It doesn’t take long of him fucking deep into your snug walls before he’s following you over the peak of pleasure, stilling his movements inside you, shooting his seed as far as it can reach, throbbing and pushing your combined releases deep into the consuming warmth of your pussy.

You simultaneously collapse, his heavy weight slumped against you, lips slanting atop your own, pressing several lazy kisses to the flushed skin of your face. You groan under the full pressure of his body, shoving weakly at his shoulders in a futile attempt to shift some of his weight off your tired limbs. He hums contentedly, not showing any indication of moving any time soon, that all too knowing smirk resuming its usual place on his features. You give up at his expression, resting your boneless arms around his back as he burrows further into your warmth. You’ll move later.

Well he was right, he knew a way to warm you up.

Thanks for reading!! My reqs r now empty so dying for some more lol <3 As usual all likes and reblogs r really appriciated! Love u all xx

[v4mp1r1cs]

Hi!! I've really enjoyed reading your fics and headcanons so far and I was wondering if you could do a chuuya fic where he has a breeding kink? It's completely fine if you don't want to! This is my first time making a request btw <3

˙⋆✮ Chuuya w a breeding kink ⋆˚࿔

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, f!reader, explicit language, breeding kink (obviously), explicit descriptions of sexual acts, MINORS DNI !!

A/N: Hii anon!! tysm for being such a sweetheart ♡ This was actually so fun to do honestly kinda loved it ^^ I think I got a little bit carried away with the foreplay bit but I promise there is some breeding kink in there !

You’re fumbling with the keys in the door, frantically trying to fit them in the lock which is proving difficult with Chuuya pressed against your back, leaving heated open mouthed kisses in a fiery trail down from behind your ear to the nape of your neck. You let out a pitched whine when he slants his mouth against a particularly sensitive spot, Chuuya smirks, sucking down harder. Finally slotting the keys in the door you throw it open. The second you step in the door he’s back on you, slamming it shut and pinning you against the cool wood to press his lips to yours in a fervent kiss, clashing teeth and unrestrained desire. His tongue traces the seam of your lips and they part to welcome him, a low moan rumbling from your throat as the kiss deepens. His hands wander across the expanse of your body, beginning to hike up the swirling skirt of your dress, sliding his fingertips up to grasp at the flesh of your hips. 

You break away, chest heaving as you pant for air, though Chuuya takes this as a sign to mouth hungrily at your neck, leaving deep crimson marks littered across your skin, descending to your collarbone. Bruises form in his wake as he groans at the taste of you. Your dress is slipping off your shoulders now, bra visible as it dips low. Patience wearing thin, Chuuya tears impatiently at the fabric, ripping it off your body and carelessly tossing the scraps somewhere behind him. 

“Wha- Chuuya!” you shriek, watching the luxurious fabric tear away. “I’ll buy you a new one” he states, swiftly continuing to kiss along your skin, before you feel the sharp poke of canines, the only warning received before he sinks his teeth into you. You let out an audible gasp that morphs into a breathy moan, fingers going to grasp helplessly at the ginger locks at the nape of Chuuya’s neck. He bites again, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough so indents of his teeth are left marked along your shoulders and the slope of your neck. Your moans ring out into the large expanse of your apartment, coupled with Chuuya’s groaning at the sound of your saccharine voice whining out his name. 

He withdraws, enough to lean his forehead against your own, panting from the lack of oxygen. He presses his lips to yours again, yet this time holds none of his earlier heat and passion, only sweet tenderness. It’s chaste but the way his fingers trace gentle circles against the fat of your hip, the other hand coming up to cup the back of your head, tell of the pure love he fails to put into words. The tender moment only lasts for a second, before he’s lifting your entire weight against him, forcing you to wind your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. 

You can feel the bulge straining against his trousers pressed up against your ass, subtly grinding down onto him as he heads towards the bedroom. He all but growls against you at the feeling, burying his face in the crook of your neck to leave another aching bite. The bedroom door swings open and Chuuya marches straight for the silken sea of sheets that is your shared bed, depositing you on the crumpled fabric. His boots thump against the floor as they’re tossed away, followed by his signature hat, then his tie until all that’s left are his trousers and a half open shirt. His now bare hands glide up your sides, grasping your cheeks to coax you in for another consuming kiss that leaves you breathless and dizzy with passion. His tongue slides against yours with desperate fervour, giving chase where yours relents. You moan into his mouth and he drinks it up, chest heaving with restraint and desire. 

His mouth leaves yours to travel downwards, reaching the cups of your bra, deft hands reach around your back as you arch deliciously into him, undoing the clasp with practiced ease. He runs his thumbs over the lace concealing your breasts before throwing that too over his shoulder to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He immediately attaches his mouth to your nipple, tongue swirling around the hardened peak. You gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure courses through your veins. He moves between your breasts, lavishing each one in equal attention while his fingers tease the other simultaneously. You’re writhing under him, arching and clutching on to keep yourself grounded, feeling the moisture pooling between your thighs.

Your clothed cunt brushes against Chuuya’s bulge, and his breath hitches. You roll your hips up into him again and he groans deep and unrestrained against your collarbone. “Fuck doll…” he breathes. He continues to paint a fervent path of desire down your stomach, little do you know he’s imagining you full of him, stomach swollen with his child and it has his mind racing with breeding you, so full, so his. He moves down to settle between your thighs, planting arduous kisses tainted with reverence on the inside of your thighs, working his way up until the latest press of his lips against your saccharine skin lands in the junction between the end of your thigh and your core. You whine out, hands fisting in his auburn hair in a weak attempt to drag his face where you need it most. He smirks up at you, face painted in mirth but there’s no mistaking the utter hunger laced in his eyes. “Patience baby..” he murmurs, lithe fingers hooking in the waistband of the tiny lace panties you definitely wore to tease him. 

He drags them down your legs agonisingly slowly, nudging your hips up with a single crook of his finger to slide the fabric off to join everything else that's been discarded. Only then do you realise Chuuya’s still half clothed, so you nudge the soft cotton of his shirt off his shoulders in a signal for him to take it off. He notices your intentions and raises up onto his knees to strip it off before he’s back on you, dragging you by your hips to the edge of the bed and prying your thighs apart, strong hands gripping the pillowy flesh to rest them atop his shoulders. 

A deep groan erupts from the back of his throat seeing you exposed and soaked, slick coating your cunt. “Fuck you’re dripping…, all for me yeah?” You whine in response, feeling his breath hot against your core. “Stop teasing Chuu..” You mutter, turning your face into your hands to hide the growing blush crawling up your neck. As the words leave your lips, Chuuya doesn’t hesitate to dive straight in, lapping from your entrance to your clit like a man starved. He moans into your heat at the taste of you, the vibrations of his voice sending pleasure sizzling up your spine. His tongue swirls and teases your clit, leaving you gasping and hips bucking, desperately seeking more. Arms hold steadfast around your thighs, preventing any attempt at escaping the sparks of pleasure bursting across your skin. He skillfully maneuvers his tongue in long hurried strokes from your entrance to suck on your clit, though his technique becomes messy the more he gets absorbed in the way you’re crying out, legs trembling in their place on his shoulders and voice growing slightly hoarse. 

You’re getting close. He can feel it in the way your grip on his hair borders on painful and your moans raise in pitch. “Chuu! Please oh fuck- don’t stop please” God you sound so sweet begging for him, he couldn’t begin to imagine how you’d sound begging for him to fuck you full, breed you until his release was dripping out of you for days. He loosens his grip on one thigh, bringing his finger to trace your hole while his tongue doesn’t let up on your clit. He slips in a finger and the sound you make causes him to moan deep, delving into you with renowned fervour. He adds another, curling and prodding at your walls until he hits a spongey spot that has you screaming out his name into the consuming darkness of the bedroom. 

Chuuya can feel your walls clenching down on his fingers, tighter the closer you get. You’re trembling with untold pleasure, tiptoeing on the edge but not quite making it there. “Come on pretty girl, come for me” He commands, sending another vivid wave of pleasure coursing through you. With the combination of his tongue on your clit and his finger pressing repeatedly against your g-spot, the next thrust against that soft spot sends you over the edge, orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. You come hard, juices coating the bottom half of Chuu’s face and drenching his wrist as your back pulls taught like a bowstring, clutching auburn hair like a lifeline. 

Chuuya works you through the aftershocks, languid licks to your clit as you come down from your high. He removes his fingers from your sopping hole, dragging his forearm across his lower face with a debauched smirk. You’re still boneless against the bed when the telltale sound of a zipper reaches your ears. You sit up on your forearms and watch as Chuuya works down his trousers and then his boxers. His cock is painfully hard, standing flush against his abdomen and scarlet at the tip. 

“Giving you a show doll?” He teases, noticing you watching as he comes to rest his weight on top of you once more. His cock rests against your soaked cunt, and he begins to inconspicuously grind against your folds, catching the head on your clit, eliciting a breathy whine from you with each teasing drag through your slick. You hook your thighs around Chuuya’s hips, pushing up into him. His breath catches and he breathes out a low moan into the crook of your neck. “Hah- shit baby..” his voice comes out muffled against your skin. You roll your hips teasingly into him again, impatience getting the better of you. You should be done after the orgasm you’ve just had, but one is never enough with Chuuya, every pleasure induced firework that bursts behind your eyes just leaves you aching for more. 

He shifts so his cock is teasing your entrance, coated in your release, before he begins to press into you, both simultaneously moaning at the feeling of his girth stretching you and the clamp of your walls around him. His head drops back to your shoulder, biting and marking every inch of unclaimed skin as he slides into your constricting warmth, inch by agonising inch, so you feel the mind numbing pleasure of him stretching you out. He’s not huge enough so that it’s painful, but his cock fits so tightly in your walls he’d argue you were made to take him. Once his pelvis sits flush with your ass, he sets a relentless pace that has you gasping and legs locking behind his back. His hands go back around to grip your thighs, pushing them flush with your shoulders and into a mean mating press. You let him. He draws back so only the tip remains inside you, before slamming back in with passionate ferocity, weight pressing you down as he fucks you so viciously your eyes roll back into your skull and you lose every thought except the euphoric feeling of him pouding you senseless. 

Your thoughts are consumed with Chuuya, to the point you barely register that he’s begun babbling something as he fucks you like his life depends on it. You strain your ears to hear what he’s saying, trying to drown out your own broken moans and the blood rushing in your ears from the sheer pleasure. He’s still got an iron grip on your thighs and you’re sure there’ll be a multitude of fingerprint bruises lining your hips tomorrow. “Fuck fuck gonna breed you until you can’t fucking walk-” “You’ll feel me for days hah-” “Gonna fill you up, mark you as mine- shit I’m close-” He’s mindlessly rutting into your sopping cunt, and through his barely intelligible babbling you feel yourself growing closer and closer to your second orgasm, though with the pace Chuuya’s set you’re not sure it’ll be the last. 

His cock hits that spot inside you again and again, as he folds your legs even higher you aimlessly grasp at the underside of your thighs, and he brings one hand down to thumb at your swollen clit. A blinding wave of pleasure washes over you, pushing you over the edge as you clench impossibly tight down onto Chuuya, trembling with overstimulation as his pace doesn’t slow once, fucking you desperately through your orgasm, chasing his own. With the dual combination of your choked moans and the feeling of your cunt gushing around him, it’s not long before he’s spilling deep inside you, hips stilling against yours as his fingers dig into the fat of your hips. He ruts into you, fucking his seed as deep into your cervix as he can fathom. “Shit- Fuck chérie, tu es si serré, si chaud” He groans, panting heavily over you as you shake with aftershocks. 

You gasp after a few moments, feeling him draw back out, before setting a slower pace, no less arduous but considerate of your already overstimulated state. He fucks into you slow, a white ring of your combined release forming at the thick base of his cock. The sight making his cock harden again. You whimper as his lithe fingers continue to toy with your oversensitve bud, already bringing you closer to another orgasm. His hips speed up, fucking you deeper into the matress with intense desire. “Not enough- need to fuck you so full” He moans, pressing down harder on your clit as you come again, vision turning white as you shake and tremble, gushing desperately around him. “Fuck ngh! Chuuya- fill me up please please” you echo his earlier words, moans erupting from your throat in broken segments, voice weakening with each one. His eyes widen with your lewd words, hips stilling for a split second before he growls into your skin, biting just that bit harder and slamming into you with a strength you’ve never seen in him before.

You lose count of the amount of times Chuuya pushes you over the delicious edge that night, fucking you senseless until the only thing your mind can conjure up is him. He never lets up on the mean mating press he’s folded you into, fucking each of his loads into you with mindless desire. By the end, your spent cunt is soaked, evidence of both yours and his desire pooling out of you and onto ruined sheets. Your body is heavy, legs like lead weights finally released, only to be spread wide as Chuuya watches his own spend dripping out of your swollen pussy. He presses two fingers to your entrance, pushing it back into you as you push at his wrist with a hoarse whine. He laughs low and undetected before coming to rest next to you, drawing the duvet across your exhausted body, folding you against his chest with reverence, such a different demeanour to moments before when he was fucking up agaisnt your cervix so hard you swore you could feel him in your lungs. 

“Well, hope it takes huh doll?”

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Could you do 'first time' headcanons for doing the ahem..deed with Chuuya? X

˙⋆✮ First time headcanons with Chuuya! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, mostly gn!reader I think but it does go into f!reader at a few points, explicit language, Virgin!reader, explicit descriptions of sexual acts, implications of sexual acts, MINORS DNI !!

A/N: Thanks so much for being my first req anon!! I wasn't sure whether you wanted first time in general or just first time with Chuu so I went for reader being a virgin, sorry if that's not what you meant! Loved doing this tho it was so much fun so thank youu ♡

✮ Since it’s your first time, he’d be so gentle, making sure you’re comfortable and getting pleasure from what he’s doing. He wants you to feel safe and able to voice your needs and what he should or shouldn't do. Chuuya just wants to be a safe space for you, so you can fall apart beneath him in a way you enjoy. 

✮ He’s an intensely passionate lover, meaning he may struggle at times to contain just how much he desires you, leading to him getting carried away at times. He’s apologetic afterwards and would always stop if you’d asked, but he fails to hide the tiny smirk on his face knowing it was him that brought you to the height of pleasure so many times. 

✮ During your first night together I think he’d try to exercise a fair amount of restraint, not wanting to overwhelm you when the experience is quite new to you. Unless you asked him to stop holding back, then it’s an entirely different story. 

✮ His foreplay is insane. I’ll die on the hill that Chuuya is an obscene munch and derives so much pleasure from getting you off, both with his hands and his tongue, but he can’t deny watching you squirm and cry out when he tastes you for the first time makes him feel almost euphoric. He’ll stretch you out so good on his fingers you’ll be soaked and writhing by the time he finally fucks you. 

✮ More on the fact he gets off on your pleasure, hearing you moaning out for him, especially his name, turns him on so bad. Every whine and shaky breath does not go unheard by him, and it spurs him on just that little bit more every time. 

✮ I think he’s relatively vanilla, like he’s not without some kinks which can dip into kind of freaky at times but overall I hc him as pretty tame. Especially on your first time though he’d dial it down to a minimum so just to keep it easy and intimate for a first experience. 

✮ Hugely intimate. He’s unbelievably romantic in everything to do with your relationship anyway, therefore it’s not a surprise that for your first time especially, he makes a lot of time and goes the entire nine yards with the classic rose petals on the bed, candles ect. He knows he can be really fast paced and with his demanding work life, quickies become a weekly ritual a lot of the time, however he wants so badly to make you feel appreciated and treasured, so you understand through gentle caresses and whispered words that he cares. 

✮ Three words. French dirty talk. I know it’s technically a fan hc HOWEVER there is actual reason behind it so I’m going with it. Chuuya would be all sweet, dishing out lines like “une si bonne fille pour moi”, “continue à te cambrer comme ça, merde, tu as un goût tellement bon” and “Putain, magnifique, tu me fais me sentir si bien que je vais te ruiner jusqu'à ce que ta chatte se souvienne de ma forme.” (used google translate for this, sorry to any french ppl if it’s wrong) 

✮ He knows his strength quite well, so controlling his pace doesn’t pose too much of an issue on your first time, especially considering the combined atmosphere of intimacy and tenderness that’s been established would put him in the kind of more slow paced, gentle mindset anyway. However the second you beg him for more, he’s all sloppy open mouthed kisses and pounding you into the bed like it’s done him a disservice. His stamina also reflects this, he can go for literal hours without needing a break, he’ll read your body to know when you’re getting worn out though, he doesn’t want to push you too far over your limits.

✮ Marker. When you wake up the next morning, expect to see millions of angry red marks across your entire body, hickies covering every inch of bare skin from your neck and collarbone to the inside of your thighs. Bite marks scattered across your skin and finger shaped bruises splayed out on your hips. That doesn’t mean he goes without though, Chuuya’s back is lined with flaming red lines and potentially dried blood where your fingernails have clawed into his muscles alongside a few bite marks in the junction between his neck and shoulder. 

✮ Absolute king of aftercare, doesn’t give a fuck about how tired he is, you’re probably worse off knowing his stamina, runs a bath with about a million expensive salts and oils or at least a shower if you just want to sleep. He makes sure there’s a drink on your nightstand too. He’ll give you one of his shirts to wear and won’t let you go for the rest of the night, arms wound tight around you. 

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✧.* Snapshots . *. ⋆

Summary: You send the bsd men a suggestive pic while they're at work! Including: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya & Edogawa Ranpo <3

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Fem!reader, explicit language used, highly suggestive themes, explicit descriptions, mentions/implications of sex, depictions of explicit images, MINORS DNI !

A/N: Reqs open per usual plus to note I actually rly enjoy people giving me prompts or just random thoughts in general! Love u all and enjoy <33

Dazai Osamu ♡

It’s so common for Dazai to click away on his phone during the work day, not really doing any work, just finding a way to pass the time. Therefore no one even throws so much as a cautionary glance his way the second he slouches back in his chair at the meeting table and fishes his phone out of his deep trench coat pocket to resume tapping away at the keyboard. He spends about five minutes playing an intense game of snake, or so it would appear by the unusually concentrated look on his face before it buzzes in his hands. 

Kunikida decides to then take this moment to send a threatening glare in Dazai’s direction, ungrateful for the disruption, before resuming whatever he was lecturing everyone about. Dazai doesn’t know. He hasn’t paid mind to a single word that’s left the blonde’s mouth since he stepped foot in the room. 

His attention flits away from Kunikida’s deathly stare and opens the message under your contact, some embarrassing nickname he’s put it as for the week. You’ve lost count at the plethora of odd names Dazai’s opted to change your name to, one week it’s ‘Bella dearest love of my life’ and the next it could simply be something mortifying like ‘cutie pie’. It ends up relying on Osamu’s frequent mood swings, for better or for worse. He still never lets it go that yours for him is just ‘samu <3’. 

He doesn’t expect more than a ‘what do you want for dinner?’ or ‘how’s your day?’ So imagine his surprise when the image that greets him is his gorgeous wife, splayed out on your shared bed, hair spread out like a halo beneath you, scantily clad in delicate black lace. His favourite set, he notices. Sheer stockings cling to your thighs like sin, giving way to intricately detailed panties sitting perfectly on your hips. His eyes flick upwards to take in the enticing sight of your breasts covered only by the thin material of your bra, granting him the view of your nipples that immediately has him half hard in his ivory slacks. 

Dazai’s typical cocky smirk grows tenfold as he attempts to discreetly adjust the now uncomfortable fabric of his trousers. He knows he’ll be met with another infuriating lecture from Kunikida if he just up and leaves again, though he’s not sure how much longer he’ll retain the patience to sit through this monotonous meeting now he knows just what’s at home waiting for him. Like a miracle, the meeting begins to wrap up, reminding Dazai to praise whatever god is looking down on him now, then repent for what he’s about to do once he reaches his apartment. As everyone files out to head off for lunch, he’s hastily forming a reply before practically dashing out of his chair. 

New message from Samu <3: “Aw my gorgeous bella! Ur so sexy, how awful of you to tease me like that at work naughty girl xx Don’t start without me omw x”

Nakahara Chuuya ♡

Chuuya’s phone isn’t even near him when you message. He’s left it haphazardly discarded on the plush leather sofa opposite his desk after he finished pacing frustratedly on the phone with Mori. Another stupid demand he doesn’t see why a subordinate couldn’t do. Hell, get Akutagawa to do it for all he cares, he’s got enough fucking paperwork to last him through the next three lifetimes. Chuuya’s already getting irritated with the fact he’s still at work, well past the time he usually gives up and returns back to the comfort of your home together where he can, mostly, try and forget about the port mafia. 

He’s a little surprised his phone hasn’t so much as buzzed in the last hour, typically you’d check in to assure he was safe and not out on another reckless mission late at night. He doesn’t have much time to ponder the absence of your messages, finding himself quickening his pace to try and bypass as much paperwork as physically possible in the next half an hour. 

As if his thoughts have materialised, his phone then chooses to vibrate and consequently slip off the edge of smooth, expensive leather. Chuuya glances up from his mountain of work to notice the fallen object, finding himself debating whether or not to risk picking it up at the chance it’s Mori again. Though he relents, it would be unnecessary to ignore you when he’s already neglected to update you on his altered work schedule. 

As he snatches his phone from the velvety carpet and slumps down onto the sofa, his phone is languidly flicked open to reveal something that could only be described as temptation photographed. 

Jaw clenched in restraint, Chuuya’s already slamming the heavy door of his office shut, nearly throwing it off the hinges as he tosses his coat over one shoulder and heads straight for the sleek black sports bike tucked away in the car park. You must have known what you were doing to a man, covered only by one of his shirts, half open, displaying everything that’s his. One hand dipping between your parted thighs to areas softer still, just enough to tease, not to reveal. 

.  .  .

You’re lounging on your stomach in bed, still draped in the soft cotton of Chuuya’s shirt, when a single, abrupt message pings at the top of your screen. 

Chuu: “Don’t move.” 

A knowing grin makes its way onto your face. His abrupt response tells you all you needed to know. You feel slightly guilty for resorting to such a tactic to get him to stop working, but not enough to quell the anticipation coiling deep in the pit of your stomach. You toss your phone to the side and return to your previous position. You’re not kept long before the loud bang of the front door being thrown open rings out and the thundering of hurried footsteps creeps closer to the closed bedroom door. It too, falls victim to Chuuya’s strength, allowing you a clear view of him standing in the doorway, shirt disheveled and bolo tie loosened. 

He all but pounces on you, tearing off the remaining buttons of his shirt, sending the black spheres firing off across the room. The shirt you once wore now hanging off one arm for dear life as Chuuya plants desperate open mouthed kisses down your neck and further into the valley of your breasts, leaving marks blooming like red petals in his wake. 

Maybe that photo did more than you expected.

Edogawa Ranpo ♡

A crumpled sweet wrapper lands atop the smooth wood of Ranpo’s desk as the ada members all file out for lunch one after the other. He would’ve gone, maybe visited the bakery nearby to scour their multitude of cake and sweet options, however he’s only just filled the drawer of his desk with more and the lecture you gave him before he left for work this morning whilst straightening out his tie is still fresh in his mind. He’s content with the round swirls of rainbow tinted sugar he’s just unwrapped anyway, either choice would’ve hardly made a difference to him. 

As he begins to munch away on his ‘unhealthy’ lunch, his gaze wanders across the office, absentmindedly searching for something to pass the time. He comes to the realisation it’s no fun with no one here to annoy. Maybe he should’ve gone out after all. The office does seem unnaturally quiet, none of Kunikida’s yelling rings out and Dazai’s complaints are absent from the space. Only the sound of gentle fluttering as the curtains sway in the breeze of the open window dances along airborne dust particles. 

This peaceful silence is then suddenly disrupted by a shrill ring of a message tone. It goes off once, twice, before the silence fills the empty gaps once more. Ranpo reluctantly drags himself out of his chair at the noise, locating the forgotten phone by the rough area the ringtone came from. Only then does he register that it’s his phone, the small heart sticker you’d adorned it with peaking out from its hiding place on the floor. It must’ve slipped out of his pocket on the way in from a mission earlier. 

He scoops it up and then unceremoniously drops into the worn ivory leather of the office sofa to check it. It’s you. The contact ‘Sugar’ stands out at the top of his screen, prompting him to lazily flick open your messages. 

He’s greeted by a lustful image he wasn’t expecting to see today, the plush skin of your bare thighs, spread wide to display the glistening heat of your pretty pussy, two fingers buried deep inside your core. He quirks a single eyebrow at the sight, taking a moment to absorb the picture before he’s up from the sofa, depositing his lollipop in the nearest bin and stalking to the agency bathroom. He’s lucky no one remains in the office, otherwise he’d be facing a hefty workplace indecency charge for what they would've found. 

He’s barely in the stall before his trousers find themselves at his knees, one hand wrapped around his flushed cock, catching a bead of pre-come that drips down the shaft, the other swiftly dialling your number. 

Incoming call from Ran: “How mean, having all the fun without me. Made me throw away my sweet, could at least send me something else, maybe you could bend over or-”

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When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

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⋆˙⟡ A sunday kind of love ♡

Summary: Random scenarios about mornings with some of the genshin men! (gn!reader) <3 Including: Diluc, Venti, Kazuha & Kaeya!

WC: just over 750 each

A/N: This is my first time posting writing in this format but I ended up thinking it wasn't too bad! Please lmk if there's anything I could improve on for next time :) Also can you tell I'm awful at dialogue lmao >.<

Diluc ♡

Sunlight streams through gaps in the curtains, the sky giving way to the golden glow of early dawn. Warm light trickles through window panes onto yours and your husbands sleeping figures, tangled together in a sea of silken sheets. Pearly clouds drift across the horizon, making way for the blazing sun to rear its head, marking the start of another day. The glare that peeks into your shared bedroom causes you to stir awake, drowsily blinking as you emerge from a hazy slumber.

A heavy weight rests across your waist as you register an arm wrapped around you, anchoring you down into the plush pillows of your bed. You’re tucked against Diluc’s chest, pressed flush against his warmth. You draw back slightly, taking a moment to study him in the soft gleam of early morning, his crimson hair undone, cascading down around his broad shoulders like waves. The flaming red contrasts his alabaster skin, each exposed inch littered with scars that vary in size and reason alike. He appears almost peaceful like this, vulnerable in a rare moment of calm. He’s so often burdened, the result of his overwhelming workload and his troubled past, however that makes the simplicities of times like this all the more comforting. 

You press a chaste kiss to his jawline before attempting to slip from his embrace, resolving yourself to make the most of the morning by surprising him with coffee before he inevitably forces himself to get up and take on another torrent of paperwork. You move to untangle yourself from the infinite expanse of silk, carefully slipping from his embrace to avoid rousing him from his sleep just yet, however are swiftly halted by the presence of a hand upon your hip. Diluc loops his arm around you once more, gently coaxing you back into the alluring warmth of your bed. 

“Going somewhere?” He murmurs, voice deep and gravelly from sleep. He barely opens his eyes to question your motivations for rising at such an hour, still half dazed from his abrupt awakening.  Tempted by the heat radiating off his body, perhaps a result of his pyro vision? You relent to his hold, slotting your frame back into its previous position between his arms. You can feel him tracing his calloused fingertips against the smooth flesh of your thigh, the roughness of his hands evidence of the physical work he does, both as head of the dawn winery and the so called ‘darknight hero’, though you know how much he loathes such a name.

“Hm?” You hear him hum, returning your thoughts to the present. 

“S’early ‘luc, I was letting you rest for at least a bit longer.” You mumble, turning your face up to meet his eyes before dropping a tender kiss to his cheek. He returns your gaze, corners of his mouth turning up into a hint of a smile at your actions. 

“While I appreciate the gesture, I’d rather you stay here, I don’t recall any pressing matters waiting for us” He remarks, the ghost of a smirk solidifying on his face. 

“You say that like I’d oppose you love.” You counter, taking his words as an invitation to sink deeper into his gentle embrace.

It was a rare opportunity to spend a morning like this, just you and Diluc in your own little bubble, if only for a few extra hours. You often found him gone by the time you arose, his undisputable sense of duty compelling him to attend to matters as soon as possible. Having the occasion to simply have him at home, where he belonged, was a reward in its own, often serving as a reminder to appreciate each moment spent together, to cherish every memory made. 

Comforted by the tenderness of his touch, you lean up to place your lips against his. He hums in satisfaction, bringing the hand that wasn’t on your hip to cradle your cheek and deepening the kiss. His kisses are slow and you can feel the drowsiness of his actions through them, however you can still feel his affection in each movement of his lips against yours as you melt into his touch. He pulls away after a few long seconds, only slightly though, just enough for you both to breathe and feel the smile on his face. 

You turn your face downwards, pressing several lingering kisses against the slope of his jaw, letting out a puff of laughter when you feel him shiver beneath your touch. He senses your amusement with his reaction, tilting your head up to claim your lips once more before rolling back to lie against the scattered array of pillows beneath him. You follow, laying your head atop his chest and resting a hand on his collarbone, tracing gentle patterns into the bare skin. 

You begin to grow languid once more, barely sensing Diluc drop a kiss to the top of your before your eyes fall closed and you succumb to the throes of sleep once more.

Venti ♡

A gentle breeze drifts across the room, tussling Venti's hair and causing his eyes to gradually flutter open. As his eyes try to adjust in the morning light, he awakes to find the space beside him empty, the cream sheets drawn back as your figure has fled the alluring comfort of you and your husband's bed. He frowns at the lack of your presence, ruffled by the anomaly that was him waking up alone. In the year you’d been married, practically every day began the same, with you gently coaxing him awake by littering his face with featherlight kisses. 

He cast a glance out of the ajar window, allowing him to see the sky painted with the vivid hues of dawn, golden sunlight barely peeking above the horizon. A groan escaped him, he didn’t want to have to leave the warm allure of sleep or his bed just yet but he would have preferred to spend one of his free mornings dozing with his wife instead. Resolving himself to drag his body downstairs, he languidly threw back the covers and slowly wandered out into the corridor.

You had risen early that morning, the glow of sunlight luring you out of your dreams. It was unusual for you or your husband to leave the bed before at least 9am, so waking before the sun had fully risen was almost unheard of. You’d decided to allow Venti another few hours rest, before you crept back in to gently shake him awake. You were pottering about the kitchen, setting a teapot onto the stove and tidying up, discarding empty bottles of dandelion wine that were scattered about the shared space from throughout the week, evidence of all the late nights spent filling the house with laughter and whispered secrets.

It was from these nighty confessions you’d come to know of Venti’s true identity, him having spilled the secret of his godhood while under the influence of several bottles of wine, amongst other things. You’d taken it as a drunken ramble at first, however, after relaying the moment to him the next morning, he’d simply laughed ; eventually leading to the truth of his existence coming to light. To say he’d been at least a little bit surprised by your reaction to the information would have been an understatement. To come across such an individual that would take such significant news in stride, not feeling the need to act reverent in his presence, being an opportunity he’d scarcely seen in his time. 

The memory surfaces in your mind as you survey the wine bottles, causing a wistful smile to spread across your face. You twist the sapphire gemstone around your ring finger, admiring the way your wedding ring sparkles in the sunlight. The deep blue shimmers like the waters of the ocean, mysterious and uncharted. 

“Ehe, thinking hard there windblume?” Arms sneak their way around your waist from behind as you feel a yawning Venti drop his head onto your shoulder. You start, not having heard him creep down the stairs during your extensive period of reminiscence. You soon relax into his embrace, sinking back into his hold as he drops lazy kisses down the back of your neck to the tops of your shoulders. 

“Mm you scared me love,” You hum, tilting your head back to meet his eyes, “When did you get up? I was making us tea” , meeting your gaze, Venti gives you one of his frequent cheeky smiles before dropping a kiss to your forehead. You feel him graze his fingertips up your waist before settling them at your sides, holding you steadfast to him. 

“I was awoken by the loneliness of being abandoned by my beloved,” he huffs, though he fails to hide the amusement seeping into his tone. You let out a puff of laughter at his reasoning, not surprised at his antics, even with the early hour his mischievous and teasing nature in full force. 

He nuzzles back into your neck, allowing you to gauge the lingering tiredness in his motions. You soften at the realisation, turning in his arms to twirl the loose aquamarine tendrils of his hair between your fingers. Its fallen from its braids, mussed and unruly from sleep, making it difficult to run your hands through it before encountering a knot. You notice his ministrations begin to slow, each tender press of his lips against your collarbone becoming more spaced out as the minutes pass. 

“Do you want to go back to bed?” You question, continuing to comb through his hair to no avail. He murmurs something unintelligible against your shoulder, not bothering to lift his head to answer your inquiry.

 “Ventii~” you drawl, urging him to vocalise his wishes. He’s barely holding himself upright now, weight pressing you down more with each second. He’s completely stilled his motions, practically half asleep against you. 

You shake your head, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips, however contrasting the smile that blossoms on your face. He makes no move to provide any indication of an answer now and it's becoming hard to ignore the dull ache in your muscles from attempting to stop him from collapsing on the spot. 

“Venti I can’t hold you forever, I’m about to drop you.” 

At your insistence, he finally wills himself to reluctantly pull away from you but not before clasping your hand in his and all but dragging you to the sofa. You suppose a few more hours of sleep couldn’t hurt.

Kazuha ♡

Faint light bled through the sheer curtains of Kazuha’s quarters aboard the crux, enveloping the cabin in a golden embrace. It shone light a gentle caress upon the visible half of your face, the other side being firmly nestled against the chest of your lover. Habitually, he’s already risen, half resting against the headboard with his bandaged hand tracing gentle paths along the angles and curves of your profile. He skirts along the planes of your shoulders, noting the myriad of red marks blossomed like flowers cultivated from passion along the surface of them. The winsome sight almost sends him into the same unrelenting state of mind he found himself in last night and while he wishes nothing more than to spend the rest of your day without moving an inch from his bed, he fears you may struggle to stand upright already and placing more strain on your sore muscles may end up an oversight on his part. As he moves back upward, your eyelashes occasionally flutter when his nimble fingers veer too close to them, however after brief stirring you remain within the enticing throes of sleep. 

He’s reluctant to rise from his position, though the solid wood of the headboard is beginning to push uncomfortably against his shoulder blade. Loathe as he is to disturb your rest, it would prove troublesome to have to deal with yet another agonizing ache if he keeps this up. With this information in mind, Kazuha traces his hand downwards to give a tender nudge to your own shoulder. You must not have been in too deep of a sleep, most likely a result of his previous ministrations, as the subtle touch causes your tired eyes to flicker open and furthermore pull away from the comforting warmth of his bare skin. 

“Hm..?” you quietly murmur as you begin to distinguish dreams from reality and realise where you currently are. You take a single moment to adjust and take in the soft ivory cotton of the bedsheets and the moderate breeze causing the curtains to sway back and forth in an entrancing dance. Kazuha takes this fleeting moment of realisation to adjust his position to sit upright, avoiding the strain his previous arrangement would have brought upon his body. Noticing this change, and hesitant to be apart from his affectionate hold, you briskly seek out his form once more, content to now lay your cheek upon his chest and resolve to close your eyes again. 

“Has the exquisite nature of the morning not provided cause for you to remain wakeful?” he questions with a slight smirk tilting the corner of his lips, though his actions contradict his words as his hands seek to wander across the expanse of your body once more, a soothing caress through the dips and valleys of any area he can reach. You hum lowly, finding relief in his touch as it soothes your aching limbs, feeling tempted to succumb to sleep with the combination of his movements and the warm glow of sparkling sunlight scattered across your languid form. You know that if there was any real need to be up today he wouldn’t have indulged in you until the early hours of the morning. 

His hands continue to wander, though eventually he settles on lazily running his fingers through your hair, coaxing out each stubborn knot he encounters. Your hair’s a wild unruly mess, most of it insists on protruding from your head at haphazard angles or being stuck to your forehead where your sweat from last night has dried. You bat his hands away from your head, somehow finding yourself slightly embarrassed with the state you’ve wound up in. 

“No  need to be bashful love, what with how I witnessed you last night” Kazuha states at your actions. You audibly groan at this, turning your face even further into his chest to avoid having to see the mirthful look on his face at this remark. You hear him chuckle under his breath before permitting his hands to continue their previous motions and work through smoothing down untamed sections of your hair. 

“Tease…” your voice comes out muffled against his skin. You’re not sure whether he heard you or not, either way it seems to elicit another half-subdued laugh from him. The sunlight filtering in seems to have dimmed slightly, causing the warmth radiating from it to dissipate alongside it, leaving you to feel like the shower may prove a steadier source of heat. You go to lift yourself out of bed, away from your place draped across Kazuha, only to be met with an expression half smug, half questioning. 

“Shower.” You note plainly, heading for the door, only to register soft footsteps following after you a moment later. It’s now your turn to throw a confused glance over your shoulder. 

“Shower.” He repeats back to you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Your brow furrows slightly at his words, though you soon relent, realising he most likely wouldn’t move on the subject, even though you're now convinced there’ll be less showering done than previously anticipated.

Kaeya ♡

Darkness blanketed the cozy expanse of Kaeya’s official quarters, soft sunlight forbidden entry by the heavy velvet curtains that laid still against the windows. Silence settled over the space like chalk white snow across a winter landscape, only occasionally permeated by the soft sounds of quiet even breaths and gentle snores. The world was soundless in the early hours of dawn, only the tender whispers of the wind winding through the walls of Mondstadt. The navy sheets of Kaeya’s obnoxiously large bed were unruly, pulled free from their usual pristine appearance, woven and folded around both tangled forms like a secret sanctuary. Familiar warmth occupied every hidden corner of the room, twined into every atom of every surface. 

Kaeya’s cerulean hair was undone from its usual ponytail, splayed like an ethereal halo around his head on the pillow beneath him. His golden earring long gone, tossed carelessly onto the first surface he’d laid his eyes on when he returned home yesterday evening. Eyepatch also forsaken with the lack of need to keep up public appearances, his deep tan arms wound loosely around your body, enveloping you in a surge of soothing warmth. Yours were tucked up in the space between you in return, one hand splayed out against the bare expanse of his shoulder, the other resting lazily against his chest. 

He’d returned back to your shared space soon after a few drinks in the Angel’s Share, uncommon as he often wound up spending excess time drinking into the night. He’d wandered in looking utterly exhausted and one glance up from your cozy spot near the fireplace warranted you to place your book down in anticipation of his next actions. He’d all but forcefully yanked his earring and eyepatch off in a rare display of impatience, throwing them off to the side and not bothering to watch where they landed. Swiftly followed his fur lined coat, landing in a muddled pile on the floor, then his boots. With this silent display of irritation he wordlessly trudged over to your space on the sofa, proceeding to slump unceremoniously against you. This sort of uncomposed behaviour was highly out of character for your lover, a far stretch from his usual flirtatious and calm nature. 

He’d hidden his face in the crook of your neck, huffing out a quiet sigh as the tension bled out of his muscles. You’d brought a sympathetic hand to card through the silken tresses of his hair, gently coaxing out the hair tie at the base of his ponytail. It remained that way for an unmeasured amount of time, not a word exchanged in the warm glow of candlelight. You wouldn’t push for answers just yet, solace seemed to be the foremost priority. 

And that’s how you’d wound up in this position. Huddled together in the shared warmth of each other's heat, dozing effortlessly in the safety of his embrace. Safety, security. Maybe that’s all he’d really needed. Archon knows he deserves that, at a minimum. 

You’d tentatively made a move to leave the comforting space underneath the endless tangle of sheets, intent on going to prepare coffee and breakfast as a simple gesture for Kaeya to awake to, though you didn’t get very far before a languid arm was sloping around your waist to lure you back in. Relenting, you became buried underneath the duvet once more, to be met with tired lidded eyes gazing into yours. Lost in the depth of his beguiling eyes, you barely registered his almost incoherent mumbling as you shook out of your reverie. 

“Hm?” You inquired back to him.

“Where were you going..?” He’s still mumbling quietly, though now it’s proving even more difficult to discern his words as he’s returned his face to its new favourite location against the velvety skin of your neck. You manage to pick out the rough outline of his question, these factors aside. 

“I was going to make you breakfast, unless that’s criminal now?” You joke lightly to him. It wasn’t supposed to be funny so you easily mistake the minor shaking of his shoulders for gentle sobs. Panic stricken, you grasp his cheeks and turn his face upwards to meet his gaze, only to let out a sigh of relief at the soft smile painted across his tired features. Your tense muscles melt once more after reaching this realisation, allowing you to relax back into the enclosure of his body, settling one hand against the back of his shoulder blades to trace careful shapes into the skin there. He lets out a drawn out sigh at your motions, slumping back against his pillow and permitting his heterochromic eyes to flutter closed again. Kaeya sinks against you, drawing you impossibly closer, as if to fuse together. 

“Stay…” He murmurs. 

Well a little while longer couldn’t hurt.

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Main masterlist ♡

☆ Genshin

☆ Bungou stray dogs

☆ Ouran host club

☆ Love and deepspace

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Bungou stray dogs masterlist

ᯓ★ Hunger - Chuuya Nakahara x gn!reader

ᯓ★ Snapshots - Dazai, Chuuya & Ranpo x f!reader

ᯓ★ First time hc’s - Chuuya Nakahara x gn/f!reader

ᯓ★ Breeding kink - Chuuya Nakahara x f!reader

ᯓ★ Shared warmth - Ranpo Edogawa x f!reader

ᯓ★ Fake bj prank - Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo & Atsushi x gn!reader

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ᯓ★ A sunday kind of love ♡

ᯓ★ Diluc NSFW headcanons ♡

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Well after 5 months welcome back infatuation 😭 honestly sorry for the fact it took this long and that it’s so short… promise the next one will be a lot longer in compensation

Also thinking of adding it to tumblr so lmk if anyone has any thoughts on that

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Btw sorry for inactivity but just wanted to update that I am still trying to work on the next chapter of infatuation in case anyone's wondering lol