stalker!dazai, who disappears more frequently during work at the ada, not because he’s slacking but because he wants to know more about you. he learns your habits both inside and outside the agency, like how you organize your desk, which cafés you stop by after work or during lunch, which routes you take home, and which streets you avoid.
stalker!dazai, who observes you every day and takes note of your cute little habits, how you pick your lip when you’re nervous, or how you always wait outside the shower until it reaches the right temperature.
stalker!dazai, who takes photos of you when you think you’re alone, like when you’re brushing your hair, when you change your clothes, or while you sleep. he keeps them hidden, of course—at least for now.
stalker!dazai, who sneaks into your apartment when you’re out. his fingers glide across the hangers in your closet, humming softly while he steals one of your fresh shirts. he cuddles in his sleep with it so that your scent clings to him all night. it’s soothing to him.
stalker!dazai, who not only steals your shirts but your used panties, collecting them. lacy pairs, cotton, even the ones you think are unflattering—he doesn’t care. he buries his nose in them late at night and wraps them around his dick while he jerks off, murmuring your name while he pretends it’s you he’s fucking. he especially loves the ones you’ve just worn, but acquiring them is sooo risky.
stalker!dazai, who loves laying down in your bed when you’ve just left, your sheets still warm and your scent still clinging to your pillow. sometimes, he ruts against the mattress just enough so a bit of precum stains it. the idea of you sleeping in the traces of him makes him feel so giddy and overwhelmed with desire.
stalker!dazai, who also likes using your stuff, like your cherry-flavored chapstick, your favorite perfume, or the lotion you use. sometimes, when he notices you’re almost out of one thing, he leaves a small package in front of your door and rings the doorbell, excitement rushing through him when he sees the surprise and happiness on your face. he disguises it as freebies the stores send out.
stalker!dazai, who slips into your apartment at night like it’s his second home. he doesn’t need to hush—he knows you’re a heavy sleeper, knows exactly when your breathing evens out. he lets himself into your room, relishing in the quiet intimacy, the vulnerability of you curled up under the blankets, completely unaware of his presence.
stalker!dazai, who before he even touches you, more often than not, just listens. the rise and fall of your chest, the tiny sighs you make in your sleep. he traces the shape of your face occasionally, brushing a loose strand of hair away. sometimes, he even rests his head on your chest, letting your heartbeat lull him, convinced it’s proof that you already belong to him. why else would it calm him so much?
stalker!dazai, who crawls into bed beside you, pulling you flush against him. your body molds into his, warm and pliant, and he buries his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent with shaky sighs. sometimes he just stays there, hard and aching, grinding against your ass slowly until he cums in his own clothes. on bolder nights, he lets his hands slide under your shirt, over your stomach, brushing your hardened nipples. he moves slowly, reverent almost, savouring every inch of your skin. he presses kisses along your jaw and neck, whispering “so perfect for me” even though you can’t hear it.
stalker!dazai, who eventually decides that just holding you isn’t enough anymore. he pushes your panties aside, fingers trembling as he finally slides into you, slowly, gently, careful not to wake you or hurt you. he moans into your shoulder to muffle the sound, your slick warmth making him dizzy. it feels right, like he’s finally where he belongs.
stalker!dazai, who always finishes inside, addicted to the way your unconscious body clenches around him, as if even your sleeping self knows to keep him close. when he pulls out, he watches his cum drip out of your pussy. in the morning, you wake up confused, wondering why your inner thighs feel so sticky, but you brush it off, thinking you must have had a fun dream.
stalker!dazai, who loves kissing you and marking you. you’re his, so why shouldn’t he let others know that you belong to him? besides, he adores those cute little sounds you make in your sleep, or how you whimper when he bites a bit too hard into your skin. he litters you with hickeys, sometimes where only he will know, like right under your jaw, high on your inner thigh, or at the curve of your hip where your underwear covers it perfectly. other times, he leaves them plain in sight, on your throat or near your collarbone, so you’ll wake up wondering, admiring, and tracing the bruises with your fingertips in the mirror, unsure of what happened or if you’ve hurt yourself somehow.
stalker!dazai, who grows more bold once he has memorized everything about you, how long you shower, and where the best hiding spots in your apartment are. he uses that to his advantage and wanders around in your apartment, simply listening to you humming under the shower or watching you while you change or cook, imagining you’re doing it all for him and him alone.
stalker!dazai, who finally starts leaving anonymous notes and polaroids of you sleeping or showering in your bag, on your bed, or on your desk at work. “you looked beautiful today.” or “you taste divine.” he enjoys you growing more paranoid and thinking twice about whether you locked the door or not. it makes everything just that much more intense.
stalker!dazai, who watches you get shakier each day, dreading going to work or falling asleep. your fingers linger over every new photo or note like you can’t believe they exist. he notices you jumping at shadows and growing restless in your sleep, having nightmares. instead of worried, he is thrilled, because the idea that you’re always thinking of him (or rather of a potential murderer) feeds his obsession.
stalker!dazai, who is ecstatic when you come to him one evening, feeling unsafe in your own apartment. trembling, you spill everything as tears well up in your eyes and you bury your face in his chest. he just hopes you won’t notice how fast his heart is beating right now and the small smile tugging at his lips. everything was going just like he planned.
stalker!dazai, who strokes your hair, cooing soft assurances. “how awful, bella… don’t worry, you’re safe here with me.” his voice is warm, soothing, laced with feigned concern. you cling tighter, soaking in the reassurance and warmth he offers, whispering, “...can i stay with you tonight?” and of course, he agrees, because what else would he say when you’re so prettily crying and clinging to him like this?
stalker!dazai, who when you finally relax against him and are almost asleep, dips his head low, lips brushing your temple, whispering almost too soft for you to hear “mine...” so you’re not sure if you imagined it.
stalker!dazai, who makes sure to keep you dependent on him and lures you further into his carefully crafted net of safety, because who else can you trust? who else can protect you? until one day, you won’t just be seeking comfort—but you’ll be trapped exactly where he wants you.
note.: i’m pretty sure some of ya all are gonna enjoy this (unless you’re not a freak as me) but yeah– just wanted to give you guys something before you starve and an update: i’m still working on some requests, an event, AND the kinktober fics so that’s why i’m not posting as much (not like i ever did lmao) i’m looking forward to october! ♡ ALSO, thanks so much for over 200 followers!! i’m definitely gonna do a 300 follower special! :)
↪thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! MLIST
hiiii angst anon here. Do you have any headcanons for ada dazai's wardrobe?
⌯⌲ hi there sweets! i have brought this up before, but i am more than willing to go into specific details because i'm so sick of that agency outfit. i said previously the "air force maxes" but i got them mixed up, so i fixed that here.
⤷ ゛shoes ˎˊ˗
he owns three pairs total
✃ white, 90s-style air force 1s - he tries as hard as he can to keep them clean
✃ black doc marten platforms - specifically the 8053 quad; he takes the most care of these because he actually bought name brand.
✃ standard "blackest brown" dress shoes that he wears for work attire and agency ceremonies - he actually needs to replace them but refuses until there's a sizeable hole (poor)
⤷ ゛shirts ˎˊ˗
prefers baggy, 2-3 sizes too big for him
✃ they are either plain, solid colors or some type of vintage band tee - sometimes, he does not know the name of the band, the design was just cool
✃ does not spend more than ~1,600.00 yen ($10.00 USD) on a shirt - he visits the thrift or secondhand stores often
✃ wears predominantly black or darker colors - if he has a partner, will wear their favorite color
✃ layers - he wears the long-sleeved thermals underneath in the fall and winter, usually plain or off-white, and they're only one size bigger
✃ likes the thumb holes in the sleeves
✃ owns button-ups only for work - standard white, off-white/cream, varying shades of brown, and varying shades of blue
✃ thinks the short-sleeve button ups are dorky - mocks people who wear them, saying "it pairs well with a sweater vest and pocket protector"
⤷ ゛sweaters ˎˊ˗
he actually really likes sweaters
✃ likes them thick and soft - he's thin, he needs all the warmth he can get
✃ cable knit is preferred
✃ no turtlenecks
✃ likes creams/off-whites and varying shades of browns - owns only two black sweaters he saves specifically for special occasions or winter first dates
✃ gets them only one size bigger - sometimes won't bother with bandages if he is wearing them except around his neck
⤷ ゛jackets ˎˊ˗
zip-ups > hoodies
✃ oversized
✃ thumb holes
✃ varying shades of grays - has one in black because it was a gift from kunikida
✃ doesn't actually ever zip them up
✃ pockets - he likes extra hidden pockets for useless stuff
✃ does not own a raincoat - "all coats protect from the rain"
✃ has one pullover hoodie because yosano got it for him - it had the same design as a band he wore on his shirt once; never listened to their music
✃ does have one other nicer trenchcoat for the winter - it's suede because "that's what well-put together adults wear to keep warm"; he thrifted it
⤷ ゛pants ˎˊ˗
✃ baggy - do NOT try sticking him in skinny jeans
✃ prefers jeans - khakis/slacks are only for work
✃ likes standard blue jeans, no matter the wash, white, and black - not really interested in the "distressed" look
✃ cargo pants "go with the sweater vest people"
✃ owns tripp pants - is very proud of these additions to his wardrobe
✃ pockets - to hide more useless stuff
✃ do NOT give him shorts
⤷ ゛lounge ˎˊ˗
✃ sweatpants - they're all old and have holes in different places but refuses to buy new until they are literally falling apart (poor)
✃ old shirts from when he was younger - he also purchased oversize so these technically just fit; also have holes and stains
✃ has a few pairs of pajamas sets - saves them for special~ guests; refers to them as "jammies"
✃ sometimes just sits in his underwear - "i'm alone, what does it matter?"
⤷ ゛bonus ˎˊ˗
✃ only wears boxers
✃ hates dress socks
✃ doesn't like ties
✃ loves chains dangling from his jeans - the more chains the better
✃ chain wallet
✃ studded belt
✃ misses his flip phone - he didn't like switching to a smartphone but "gotta keep up with the times"
✃ paints his nails if he's bored - color doesn't matter but he also has black on hand; he doesn't do a good job
✃ only knows how to style his hair because yosano taught him - gets lots of compliments on how "fluffy" it looks
✃ wants his tooth diamond back but kunikida keeps calling him a tool whenever he mentions it
✃ wraps his bandages up to his knuckles and creates a makeshift thumb hole
just honestly looks like those early 2000s losers ૮꒰ ˶ ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝— when your lead singer boyfriend; osamu dazai, reminds you that his love can be so dangerous ּ
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dead dove do not eat, theres a plot, dacryphilia, jealousy, slight ch0king, mild bl00d, possessiveness, manhandling, makeup s3x, degradation, face slapping, reminder; this is not a healthy relationship.
note: had to re-upload this because it glitched the first time... this is finally out my notes drafts AO3
Artificially scented, billowing black smoke filled the gaps in the air—dark, like the withering roses that once flourished and bloomed with life, in the crystal vase that sparkled against the sunlight that entered through the windows.
Lips stained, cherry dark—plump, pouty. Similar to the soft, perfume—fragrancing your every outfit. Appearing nearly flawless.
Doing anything you could possibly do, to appeal more to your lover.
Quietly waiting in an empty palace—your mind, embracing a solitary lifestyle.
His love being something you were able to call mine.
Though, loving him felt like trying to hold onto the summers breezing currents— you knew it was there, but you werent able to grab ahold of it.
Even if you did managed to possess his heart, you failed to keep his presence beside you.
You knew Dazai couldn’t be around all the time. His entire work revolved around collaborating with others.
When he did agree to having you by his side—he meant on the sidelines, hidden—not ruining his image of being the desired, lead singer, and electric guitarist.
Your life with him had blurred into several thin white lines, spending late nights with a half empty—amber filled liquid bottle, and always attempting to remind him of your full existence.
Not only when it was necessary to him, or his benefit.
You knew he was loyal, wouldnt ever betray you.
But despite your trust in him, the familiar sting always returned everytime he was swarmed by fans— admiring him. Though, you kept burying the feeling, terrified of sounding insecure. Even if it did hurt to watch him welcome the attention.
It would ruin his image after all if he didn't.
But like many others, you were drawn into his mystery. But being with him didn't mean understanding him. Learning to live with his shadows, finding peace in the fact that he was yours, while others could only dream.
Bright red roses always occupied your hands after every show—backstage. A glint of tenderness filling his eyes whenever he had looked up from the stage—eyes meeting yours.
The same fondness whenever he glanced over to you stood in the corner while he was packing up— awaiting for the day of his next show to come.
He was always ready with his things in his bag, always ready to leave.
———
Currently in a bar, as he played the guitar slowly, you sat behind— distanced away from the majority of the crowd that stumbled closer to him.
That was the heavy price you had to pay for loving a legend— he belonged to everyone.
Even from the opposite end of the room, tucked away with the other members, you struggled to keep your eyes off of him, yet terrified that a single look might give you away to the watchful crowd.
Tensions were rising, turning off the music that he played in your mind. And instead, focused on the man sitting beside you— who also downed a shot glass of golden fire alongside.
He swallowed hard, his focus shifting back to you— gazing at the crowd surrounding Dazai.
“-Must be tough, you know—you and him.” He raised his eyebrows, feeling quite pitiful of the current relationship you held with the star.
There was a bit of awkward silence that filled in the gaps, your head lowered down, looking at your shoes for a moment.
"...My friends who know, they think my life is so cool..." you murmured, “...being with him..."
Though, you stop for a split moment, trailing your view toward a fan leaning in too closely. Dazai grinning, from one ear to the other as he signs a poster.
You shake your head, pulling your eyes away, completely ignoring what you had just said right now. "Nevermind, it dosent even matter..." You disregard your feelings, turning back away from the sight.
“You literally get to just sit there and look pretty.” Silence falls in between the shared space between you and Chuuya— the man beside you.
The ambiance of the room filling in with the clinking sound of the ice in the remaining leftover of the drink—continuing to swirl it around while you held it from the edge.
“Trust me, I bet he's even as oblivious to your flirting with other men.” He chuckled, raising the glass up again before taking another long sip.
Even amidst the rainfall that clouded your mind, you still laughed softly at Chuuyas remark—...he was the only one who knew of your scandalous behavior, and still kept quiet about it.
From afar, Dazai glanced back up—immediately darting his eyes over to you; giggling, a smile spreading across your face and your hand covering your mouth.
When the person who blocked his view finally moved over, he saw the culprit.
From Dazais perspective, he wasn't irritated, but was rather disappointed to see the sight.
Though, he already knew he wasn't going to let this slide so easily.
Not this time, at least.
———
Your heart rushed, pounding against your chest with every passing second. Mind racing, as he carried you over his shoulder. Hand spread out, grabbing your thigh tightly—dangerously close to your ass.
You tried squirming out of his grasp as he got closer to the door, but his grip didn't falter. “Hey! I said—I said I was just kidding!” You pounded your fist against his back, that being the only thing you were able to do. “We’re you really?” He said, kicking the door wide open.
“—Cause it didn't seem like it.” He threw you onto the bed, hitting the mattress harshly as you landed on your back.
You tried to recollect yourself and scoot away, but his tall, dark presence hovered over you immediately.
His knee propped up in between the space that was separating your body and his—pushing you back down onto the mattress. Hands caging you in from trying to run away on either side.
“You wanna joke around?” He looked like a maniac, grinning widely as he leaned in closely—never breaking eye contact. “—After pulling that shit earlier?” He whispered into the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine
Dazai was a frightening man.
Although he didn't expect full loyalty from you, behind closed doors, that lively attitude shifted to a much darkening, terrifying one.
The look in his eyes was dark; predatory. His usual soft, golden brown eyes that now only reflected the deepest shadows in his iris loomed over the frail, weak for him, and obedient girl he knew.
But you didnt protest against him or anything, only slightly trying to nudge your foot against his chest to push him off— instead, he grabbed you and placed you back into place.
His hair fell down over his forehead, framing his face; the dark, pale moonlight behind glowing against his silhouette as he towered over you. “Osamu!-Baby—Hold on-“ But the shadow in his eyes never faltered, only deepening as he bore them into your flickering gaze.
Unable to maintain the intense eye contact he held.
He closed the distance between you and him.
Lips crashing into each other—roughly savoring each taste as he slid his tongue in deep, touching the roof of your mouth as he groaned into you desperately. Eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, his nose grazing over your skin as he tilted his head further to the side, pushing your head back into the space below.
He moved his lips against yours, pulling on your soft, taintful ones. His sunk his teeth onto the soft flesh, biting down—feeling a warm liquid trickle inside your mouth as Dazai sucked on it. A small trail staining your bottom lips and chin with the dark blood.
You pulled away, moving your head over to the side but he only leaned in further—grazing your ear, heavy breathing as his chest panted.
“You wanna play games? Be someone else’s fucking, dirty slut.” He asked, in a hushed voice. Enjoying the sight, the way you trembled under him.
You faced him again, noses inches away from eachother.
Swallowing hard, with your eyebrows furrowed at him. “-Maybe I do—“ Dazai cut you off early, retreated his hand back, and brought it back forward quickly in an instant.
His hand hitting the side of your face, hard enough, causing you to look back to the side—hair disheveled, mouth agape as a small whimper escaped. The sound echoed through the quiet room, only filling the warningful silence that followed afterwards.
The contact left a stinging pain behind, lingering with a mark; an slow, growing imprint of his palm left behind.
He grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing you to look up to his long, steady gaze. "Youre fucking pathetic." he spat, letting go and throwing you back onto the mattress.
You fell on your forearms, nails clutching to the surface below— forgetting how strong Dazai could be at times. He pulled you by the coller of your shirt, legs placed over one another to balance yourself— revealing your lace black panties from underneath your denim skirt.
He forcibly guided you back forward to him, clutching onto his shoulders to support yourself.
Your eyes flicker from his right and left one—staring down at you, "You wanna say that again?" His teeth gritted through the question, though his expression seemed more relaxed.
He wasnt annoyed at you, but instead irritated at the fact someone could assume they could have you
"—I hate to see you like this, "
He whispered, his gaze softening, "—but you got to stop acting like you're someone else's whore." And again, another, slightly less harsh slap, echoing in the room again.
Tears were beginning to form in the corner of your eyes, blinking rapidly to prevent the drawing twin streams of silent cries that threatened to spill— and dripped down from your face onto the arms that held you.
Mascara beginning to water down, clumping together on the bottom lashes. Cheeks flushed of natural warmth, ashamed that you were physically getting off from this.
You pressed your lips together, staying silent for a while; looking down for a bit until you decided to raise your head back up to him.
Your mouth opened but the words didnt come out. Eyes gleaming, blurring your vision while to him, appeared glossy.
Instead, Dazai cut you off and placed a tender kiss on your lips, shutting you up, once again.
With an amused look on his face, he continued to press sloppy kisses on your soft lips. Your lipstick rubbing off on him slightly, as you felt a growing smile spreading.
His fingers moved delicately against your skin, running up your blouse.
You tried followed along, trembling fingers trying to reach for his shirt, but were faced eith his daring brown eyes looking at you instead—pulling away, while his hands came uo to yours, pinning them above your head.
His body weight causing you to fall back down.
The way the blue moonlight shined on him made him look stunningly striking. Pointing every detail this pretty boy had on him.
Leaning in closer, he pressed your lips together. Closing your eyes, while muffled noises surrounded the room, decaying into the kiss you two were experiencing.
With his other hand, he cupped your face, bringing the kiss down to your cheeks, slowly trailing it towards your neck.
Gasping out a moan once he began to nibble on the tender, fleshy part of your collarbone.
He continued to use his teeth, drawing out hitched breathes in between his amused snickers. "Please- 'Samu"
He released your hands, tracing the outline of your waist. Smiling against your neck as he began to draw in closer to the side of your neck—right below your ear as he whispered sweet nothings.
You could feel the heat rising up, the way your face warmed up knowing that the possibility of seeing fresh, dark spots were likely tomorrow morning.
His teeth leaving small jagged marks, making sure they were prominent enough for someone to look at you from afar, and know you were his already.
Shit, he was fucking crazy, insane—handling you roughly with little to no gentleness. “Fuck- Please 'Samu!” You spoke out, barely able to speak out rhe words that came out in uneven, exhilarating pants.
He lifted himself up,
“Hm? Please what?—” He said, glaring at you directly, his head tilting in a mocking way. "—C'mon baby, use your words." He spoke, teasingly while glaring at you, his sadistic ass grin never wavering.
You tried to speak up, but couldnt— too dazed out of your mind, eyebrows drawn together while you frantically shook your head.
He noticed quickly, enjoying the sight, knowing only he could see you like this, especially under his touch. Dazai caught your face in his brutally harsh grip, forcing you to look into his deep, hauntingly grounding eyes.
He rubbed circles on the temple of your face, grazing over the tear stains that were left behind. Frowning, though not pitiful. Silently demanding of more.
The playful look on his face had dimmed down to a serious, stern one. "Need I remind you? You're fucking mine."
He squeezed your face, flickering his gaze on yours. Blinking rapidly, before closing your eyes shut, avoiding his intense stare.
You nodded in response, whimpering involuntary biting your lips, tasting the bitter metallic ting on your bottom lip— trying not to choke out into sobs. "Thats right baby, all mine." He cooed
His hand left your face, lowering itself down below. Beginning to trail his long, slender fingers, teasingly around your aching cunt.
Tugging at the delicate lacey pattern of your panties, before sliding them down your legs and throwing them off to the side.
The sudden touch of his cold, bony fingers lapping around as they made contact with your warm skin. Shivers running your spine, unexpectedly hitching your breath in ragged gasps.
He teased your entrance, throwing your head back as your chest heaved breathlessly. Stomach twisting at the sensation. Fuck, why the fuck were you getting off to this...
His eyes deep lidded, driving you crazy as he slid one finger inside your core, the corner of his lips rising uo slightly once he had seen the way you reacted. "Shit! Oh- my god!" You screamed, head slightly raising up but he had pushed you back down with his other arm— his elbow on your shoulder blade pressing down.
He covered your mouth with his hand, sliding one more finger inside, squirming under him while he kept you pinned down.
Your muffled sounds filling the silence throughout the room.
Echoing back as he curled his fingers inwards, using the tip of his thumb to caress your cl!t (gotta censor this one for tumblr, im on thin ice)
"Mphm!'-" Was all he could hear, apart from the way your wet core sucked his fingers in nicely. "Youre already practically drooling on my fingers, bella~ Why's that?" He continued to move his fingers inside you, watching as you mentally screamed inside your own mind.
"I- cant!" You panted out, hardly audible. His hardening length beginning to grow more visible.
"Can't what? Tell me- Im listening, Im here."
He kept up with his fingers, wanting to see more, hear more- fuck, he needed more of you.
For a second, he stopped— slowly removing himsrlf, leaving you with the absence of digits as they left your cunt, feeling empty of his touch.
The way he looked at you with dark intent was frightening.
You knew he wasnt here to play games with you. Concerningly enough, you were more highly aroused by this side of him
He nudged the tip of his hardened length in slightly, brushing it against your wet folds, before pushing back, and thrusting himself all in with one single push.
A singular, broken yell escaping your mouth, until he repeated the same tactic over and over again, slowly. as he made you wrap your legs around his waist.
Controlling every movement.
Feel- mph, so good." He groaned, starting to fasten the pace.
His hands holding onto your hips, bringing you closer to him "Hah- 'Samu, slow- down!"
Your walls kept clenching around him, feeling every vein pulsing, gasping sharply with broken moans— screaming his name out. His cock twitched inside with every push deeper inside.
"Thats right- hah...you can take it all." He lingered into your ear, "Dont-hah, stop! 'M my-go-hah!" You yelled out, while his one hand that held your face lowered back to your open neck.
Fire surrounding him, as he wrapped his fingers tightly around your throat, pressing light pressure.
His hips moved forward, drilling into your cunt. Keeping you locked in position, thrashing under him. Hands coming up to his forearms, clawing at them as his grip tightened, cutting your airflow for a few seconds before releasing entirely.
Strangled, sharp whimpers rolling off your tongue, unable to form complete thoughts in your pretty little fucked up head— the dizzying, high drive swirling in your mind, desperately trying to ride your heightening storm of your arousal while he pounded deeper inside, "-m close—" Filled the rooms atmosphere, his thrusts becoming less coherent, struggling to keep up. "Wait— gah— too... much..."
Your fingers helplessly dug onto his shoulders and upper arms, trembling as lewd noises rolled off your tongue as he kept fucking into you.
His pace becoming less steady, carelessly whining when his length ached for release.
Strands of hair falling over his face more with each thrust. Beads of sweats falling off, dripping down onto your soft, impacted skin
Your back arched off the surface below, attempting to say his name, but it turned into a strangled sob. "Stop... can't... breathe..." You barely managed out, his knuckles turning white, a low grunt vibrating against your entire body.
"Coming! —fuck..." Deep groans fell from his lips, head falling back, facing towards the ceiling of the room. Your hole tightened around his length, the sudden ectastic sensation crashing over you.
Instead of slowing down, his pace became frantic; your hissing pleases and squeezing cunt sending him completely over the edge, shattering his control.
Thick ropes of his warm liquid flood inside, painting your insides white—rutting his hips forwards, twitching and shaking until hes completely fucked out fully.
Filling you up with his cum, slowly riding his high. Fucking his seed inside your sore, aching cunt, making sure not a single drop of it was wasted.
Released the threatening chokehold he had on your throat, chest rising as he controlled his breathing.
He kept his pulsating cock buried inside, collapsing on top of you— holding you in place, back pressed against his torso while nudging his head in the crook of your marked neck.
Leaving one final peppering kiss with a sharp inhale of your scent. "M'mm sorry— if I...hurt you..." He muttered in between a broken moan.
His arms slid further across your waist, holding you tighter against him, like two puzzles pieces fitted together.
You dragged your shuddering fingers through his hair, further sinking his face deeper in between the space. "I just— I dont want anyone else to have you..." He whispered gently, closing his eyes.
But before he could finish what he was saying, you glanced around the room with half lidded eyes, restlessness consuming your focus.
The outside view from the window remained dreary, dreamlike, of the stars in the far distance. "Goodnight Osamu." softly uttering.
For once, you werent alone— though, while you laid with him in complete blue shadows, you silently prayed in your head he'd stay a little longer.
"Goodnight... I love you..." He mumbled, the last part being left unheard as you fell into a faded slumber.
Tags: fem! Dazai Osamu / fem! Reader, lesbian sex, pet names (darling, princess, sweetheart), praising, fingering, slight teasing, making out mentioned, nipples getting licked (guess who), neck kissing, hickeys?, overstimulation, dirty talk, porn w/o any plot idk, strap use (first time writing this), ooc? Dazai, might contain grammar errors, rushed, SHORT., etc.
Notes: @heluvaku idk bruh enjoy !!
All you remember is going to some random club after a messy break-up, only trying to have fun. After being there for like 2 hours just sitting there on the bar, you noticed her. A beautiful woman, long brown locks resting on her shoulders, few bandages covering her body and her pretty red lips. Feeling entranced by her, you got closer to her. If only you knew what you got yourself into, not like you complained, the complete opposite actually. .
Back at her place you guys were kissing eachother passionately, she was on top of you while you laid under her, her red lipstick smudging your lips. She let go of your lips, looking at you seductively. Dazai lowered her head again until her breath was hitting your neck, leaving a few kisses and maybe hickeys here and there. Deciding it was enough, she was looking at your chest, from which she took the shirt off, your tits out for her to suck on. Her warm breath hitting your nipples before it disappeared inside her mouth, sucking on it and teasing it with her tongue. "Feels good, darling?", Dazai asked before going down on the other. "F–fuckkk.", was all what left your mouth.
Your nipples were drenched with her spit, even some of her smudged lipstick on your tits. Since you were only in your panties right now, she let her fingers trace over your body until she stopped at your panties' waistband. Only to leave it on and slid between your legs, pushing your panties to the side for easy entrance. Dazai's fingers were long and slim, her moves were delicate, making you feel like you never have before. With some moans slipping from you, she curled her fingers to unlock more. "Ah— D–dazai. .", you managed to say, she looked at you with a teasing expression. "What is it, sweetheart?", you gulped before answering, her fingers hitting your cervix.
"I'm g–gonna—", you gasped before your climax washed over you. How did you cum that fast? Probably because no one made you feel so good, not even your good for nothing ex boyfriend. "Good girl, think you're ready for the main course?", you automatically nodded immediately, she stood up and went to get something. When Dazai returned, she held a strap, you never knew you could wet this fast. As she finally got everything set, she inserted it into you, slowly and gently first so you could adjust. You never knew that there were sizes like that. While she waited inside you, she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, after she just let her finger run up and down your thigh.
Soon you gave her the sign to move and she did, going slow at first. It felt so good, barely even started and you were already a mess. The way it hit spots you didn't even know about drove you crazy. As Dazai picked the speed up, you got louder, with the orgasm from earlier you were already sensitive enough. "D–dazai, please. . f–feels good– hah!", her grip on your waist got slightly harder, pleasure starting to take over her. "F–fuck, keep moaning my name like that and I'll never stop, princess.", in middle of the heat in the moment your phone rang, but you didn't hear, Dazai was your main focus right now. Dazai noticed but didn't say anything, she needed to make you cum again. Your cunt clenched around her strap signaling that your second release was nearing itself.
"I'm not gonna stop until you're going dumb on me, alright, pretty girl? I'm gonna make you forget about everything but me. ."
Tags: Dazai Osamu / afab! Reader, perv! Dazai?, semi–public, throwing in some degrading, some praising too ig, mirror sex?, might contain grammar errors, short drabble, etc.
Oh my god, this is so relatable. But imagine this. . .
You're working with Dazai in the agency, just minding your business, thinking about finishing all your reports. But Dazai? He's thinking about bending you over his desk and fuck you raw, until you're just babbling his name, until you've cum multiple times just for him. Soon all the hard work was done, even before lunch time! Dazai could either wait for the lunch break to come before bending you over or take you inside the bathroom of the agency, right now.
It's quite pathetic, sure, but he couldn't wait another hour! He just threw out some excuse and dragged you outside to the bathroom. Inside, he locked the door behind him and smirked evilly upon you. Before you could properly react, he bent you over the sink, pushed your panties to the side and slid inside you pretty easily. Giving you mere five minutes to adjust, he drilled into you mercilessly. All you could do was watch yourself in the mirror as Dazai fulfilled his needs. It wasn't long until Dazai started to thrust faster, trying to reach both of your orgasms.
"Dazai– ngh!", you moaned out, only encouraging him to thrust even faster. Your moans got louder as his cock kept hitting your sweet spot. The next thing you know, is his hand covering your mouth. Don't get him wrong though, he wants to hear you but can't risk getting caught! It wasn't long until you drooled into his hand from all the pleasure he gave you. "Look at you, already drooling like a slut. I'm almost done, pretty, keep being so good for me. .", with the last thrust, Dazai came right inside you, making you also gush around him.
"Oh, it's already lunch, how about another round, hm?"
You ringed the bell and waited, with a pizza in your hand as you sigh. You didn’t get payed enough for this, but this was the best you could do at the moment. While you were rethinking your life choices, the door opened. A really handsome guy stood at the door, looking at the pizza then you and then down on the pizza again. You weren’t gonna lie, that guy was so pretty you kinda just stared at him.
“Uhm, here’s your pizza, sir.”, you asked the guy who was lightly smiling at you. “You’re really pretty for a pizza delivery,”, this just came out of nowhere but you appreciated it.
“Yeah, thanks. That would make seven dollars.”, you looked at him and gave a small smile. He was thinking about something and then spoke up. “It’s pretty late, how many do you have left?”, you just sighed and just straight up told him. “No, you’re my last.”
He smirked, thinking of something which kinda annoyed you. Couldn’t he just give you number and pay after? “You must be tired of delivering all day, you definitely deserve more than seven dollars.”, you were flattered that he was more considerate than your manager, then he continued to speak.
“How about I give you the tip? You can come inside and place the pizza somewhere.”
Well, turns out he wasn’t talking about the tip but rather about his tip, the tip being inside your hole. But were you complaining? “Feels good, right?”, seems like a tip is still a tip in the end of the day! A sudden spank was landed on your ass which whipped you back to reality. “I was askin’ you, pretty. Is the tip good?”, he asked again rather sheepishly. “Y–yes! Oh, shit—”, you moaned in response.
He was speeding up, saying nasty things to you while absolutely destroying you and your hole. “Delivering pizzas ain’t the only job you’re doing good at, is it? Taking me this good— fuck. .”, your head was in the pillow and your ass in the air, perfect position for some random dude you were supposed to be delivering to. “Such a slut, spreadin’ your legs so fast for a tip.”, your customer laughed. “Y–you were the— ngh— i–it was your idea to— ah!”, he thrusted really deep, interrupting you completely. “And who said you that you couldn’t deny this? So don’t try to blame me, baby.”, ‘baby’? You barely know this guy! But still, he has you moaning and clenching like someone he’s fucked multiple times before.
With the source of sound being your moans you weren’t really able to warn him about your upcoming orgasm. “Yeah, wanna cum? Wanna coat this tip in a pretty white? Hm? Shit—”, you cumming without any warning caused him to cum too, ropes of white cum being shot inside you. Breathing heavily, especially you since you needed to process what just happened, he giggled drunkenly.
This completely unrelated and unrealistic, but imagine being on a mission with Chuuya where he gets tied to a chair, his hands also tied behind his back. And after every enemy was defeated, you happened to realize you were in an abandoned place, not a soul around. And Chuuya looked so.. good tied up, so you couldn’t help but ride him before freeing him. Enjoying his praises and low grunts as you fucked yourself on his cock with your panties pushed to the side!!
OR!!!
Going to help Dazai since no one in the Agency was available at the moment, again completely unrealistic and unrelated, seeing him tied up with his hands also tied to the back. You loved the sight and sounds of him whimpering, the way he would raise the volume of his noises when you slightly choked him too. His cheeks covered in slight sweat and blush as he cums inside you at least twice, you guys have all the time in the world, there’s probably enough time to make him cum inside your cunt once more, right?
Or maybe i do like seeing guys being tied up and looking pathetic while i ride them..
18+ smut warning: gn!reader has a bad day and an oral fixation.
꒰ྀི১ daydreaming about gamer!dazai helping you with some stress relief ໒꒱ིྀ
When Dazai greets you at the door, all smiles and excited you’re home, it immediately vanishes as he hears soft sniffles and sees your eyes faintly red and glassy from previously shed tears. “Hey.” He soothes, his hand reaching out to carefully swipe away your tears from your glistening cheeks. “What’s wrong? What made my darling cry?” He steps closer, preparing to wrap you in a hug, but you start closing in on yourself, shrinking away, and he stares down at you with furrowed brows.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you whisper, voice hoarse, and seeing you like this makes his heart ache.
“Tell me what you need, then,” he carefully reaches out once more to wipe the corner of your eye while you take your shoes off and set your coat to the side. “Do you want some space?” You hesitate to answer, thinking about it, mulling the idea over, until you shake your head. “Wanna watch me play my game?” He tosses a thumb over his shoulder, vaguely in the direction of the TV where his game is paused on the screen. Your gaze flickers from it to him, then shrug. You stare up at him with your big, wounded eyes, shining still from your obvious crying, and his head tilts.
“You gotta talk to me, baby,” he whispers, and your gaze quickly downcasts. Your finger comes out, gently poking his lower abdomen, then just as swiftly pulling away. You’re shy, never able to actually say what it is you want, making him have to guess unless you use one of your tells or special hand signs and motions. However, he does know what this means, and his hand cups your face, thumb caressing your tear-soaked skin and nods. “You wanna change first? Get comfortable?” You fidget some in your spot, thinking quietly to yourself some more, before deciding to start undressing at the door: your pants drop to your feet and shirt gets tossed down beside it, leaving you in your underwear. He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead then leading you to the couch, where he removes his pants and boxers before sitting down on the cushion.
You look over him, dick soft and lying oblong on his pelvis, his balls hang heavy between his thighs, and you instantly stoop down to your knees to comfortably situate between his legs. You tear your gaze away enough to look up at him, seeing his hands pick up his controller again, sinking further into the couch, then gently rakes his fingers through your hair. Politely waiting for his permission. “Go ahead.” He softly encourages, gingerly guiding you in, and your wet lashes bat up at him as a silent ‘thank you’ before placing a sweet kiss to one then sucking it in between your soft lips, tongue rolling around, and your body’s tension is already relieving itself. He sucks in a small breath, nails scratching at your scalp to add to your comfort, and his dick twitches some as it starts to grow. “You poor, sweet darling thing.” He says with sincerity, but it still comes off a bit condescending, as if speaking to the last kitten stuck behind the window of the adoption center. “Take all the time you need, okay?” You nod, sighing deeply, still looking up at him with your big, grateful eyes — admiring him — and his hand withdraws once he knows you’re alright so he can focus on the game he’s been stuck on all day.
He lets you sit there quietly, the only sounds coming from the lowered volume on the TV and your light sucking and licking, occasional soft sighs slipping from both of you, and somehow he has all the focus in the world to get past the difficult boss fight he had been trying to beat. Whenever there’s a cut scene, or he’s able to press buttons with one hand, he’ll reach the other down to rake his fingers through your hair, pet you, hold your cheek and caress you, eyes glued to what’s happening in front of him while you help yourself to continue occupying your mouth. Sometimes you’ll stop, just let it sit on your tongue, gazing up at him with intense adoration that it makes your heart swell and pulse in your chest, just so overwhelmed with love and joy that he allows you permission to do this. You know it’s weird; you kept this a secret from him for a long time — he only found out after you sucked his soul right out of his body one night and made him see God that you can’t keep your mouth off of him, only to then send him into orbit again. Which also explained why you were constantly chewing gum, straws, toothpicks, plastic utensils, wooden chopsticks, and sometimes even to-go cups would be riddled with your teeth marks.
Having a boyfriend that doesn’t mind you mouth-warming his cock and balls in a moment of weakness for some type of comfort is essentially a miracle to you.
Your eyes catch his dick getting harder, growing and standing tall in front of you, and you get a bit antsy, wanting that in your mouth instead. You carefully release his well-attended nut, moving toward his shaft when his palm firmly presses on your forehead. You squeak, confused, gaze trailing up to meet his stern one, and his scarred brow is lifted. You widen your eyes, as big as they can get, making yourself look pathetic and pitiful, but you know better than to think that would work on Dazai of all people. Immune to puppy dog stares and tantrum pouts.
“Be polite,” his soft, gentle voice doesn’t match at all with the expression on his face. “Love on the other one before you get greedy.” He instructs, his hand gliding down to cup your jaw and lower your mouth to his other ball, even guiding you closer to it until your nose presses to the base of his dick. “It’ll still be here, hard and waiting for you, when you’re done.” The one good thing about how you can suck and lick and warm him for comfort is you can do it for hours, giving him so much pleasure and edging him, especially when he’s in the zone with one of his games. He has an internal race with himself, to see if he can reach any accomplishments before he busts.
You nod, apologies written all over your features, before giving the neglected one a kiss of its own then gingerly sucking it into your warm, wet mouth, your soft tongue tending to it the same as you did the other. His lashes flutter briefly, fingers back in your hair, and you rest your head on his thigh as your eyes close. Relaxed, listening to the subtle clicking of his button smashing, unintelligible speaking from cut scenes, and muffled, soft moans he is trying to hide from you.
“You’re so good to me, Osamu,” you finally decide to speak, the first sentence out of your mouth for hours, just to go back to circling your tongue around on the underside, spit and saliva dribbling down your chin and the couch and to the floor. At this point, he abandoned his game, staring blankly at the ceiling with hooded lids, lips parted with his small panting huffing out since you had gotten more aggressive with your mouth. You have been going back and forth between each ball, following his orders to be polite and tend to both, and the tip is the angriest shade of red from all of your edging. Trying to be a good boyfriend and not slam his dick down your throat when you’re upset.
“O-Of course, baby,” he breathes, voice shaking, fingers wrapped in a vice grip on the cushion under him, knuckles white. “Anything f-for you-you, my darling. Whatever… whatever helps.” His dick twitches and leaks, feeling his ball get sucked on harshly, your tongue lulling around it, everything so wet and warm, and his eyes squeeze shut. He will say one thing about this fixation you have: you are the best at giving head, and he’d sooner die than deny both of you your fix.
woke up thinking about this, idk why.
dazai masterlist
divider from tsumiinum here on tumblr
tag list//: @dazaisfavoritemistake @luanniidae @starr3i @grubluunch
Id like to request: being stuck in an elevator the one from the ada with dazai.
dazai is just ragebaiting while the reader is trying to call for help.
Then by the time they are rescued are almost caught freaking.
─ ♡ ─ " ELEVATOR MAN " ─ ♡ ─
⌗ SUM ― you just had to get stuck in the agency's elevator with your most flirtatious co-worker of them all, osamu dazai. hey, maybe he'll get your mind off the situation with his charms? or...worsen it.
⌗ CW ― mild suggestive themes, elevator make-out , teasy! dazai, somewhat of a tsundere reader, grinding, hair tugging, work make-out, dazai has an unhealthy crush on you, dazai is a sub for a few seconds.
ℒ. NOTES ― i love this idea, dazai would make out with his crush in the elevator when it's stuck. listen to this song ( linked ) while reading, im giggling ! thank you for the request babes ( ◜‿◝ )♡
the screeching sound of the elevator coming to an immediate halt caused you to topple on your heels. you gasp as you trip over your ankle and fall into the chest of the only other man in the elevator, "my~ fallen head over heels for me already, belladonna~?"
of course, out of everyone in the agency building you just had to get into the same elevator as dazai this exact moment. well, it's not you had planned for the elevator to come to a stop.
you pushed his chest as you stood up, scoffing with a glare you sighed loudly. "that didn't sound good." ignoring dazai's horrible attempt to flirt with you you pushed the buttons for different floors, but they dimmed low until they stopped glowing.
you clicked the emergency button ― nothing. not even a soft ding. the numbers of the elevator disappeared as well. at least the light was still on.
dazai hummed from the other end of the small space, "well well~ looks like fate has decided we need a little alone time~"
your head whips in his direction, "dazai. not the time!"
"time for what?!" he asked innocently, that infuriating teasing smile resting on his lips. "time to let this opportunity slip through my fingers? i think not, my sweet~"
you groaned, rolling your eyes you take your phone from your blouse. "i'm calling for help."
the smirking brunette leaned against the mirror, hands in his coat pocket lazily. "oh, go ahead, call them. maybe they'll come save in about what, an hour? two hours? just enough time for you to finally admit you enjoy my company~"
you felt the nerve in your brow twitch, grumbling to yourself when you couldn't find a bar of signal in this damn elevator. you jabbed the comm button over and over, maybe as a way to release stress or anger that radiates off the bandaged man. praying someone in the building will answer it. "this is not how i wanted to spend my friday evening!" you complained, a soft whine escaping your lips.
dazai kissed his teeth with a mock awe. "aw, really? i think it's quite romantic~" his voice was laced with honey-sweet which was mixed with that silky tone that always made your stomach twist. "Just two co-workers, in this small enclosed space ― hope you're not claustrophobic donna~" his giggle almost triggers your fight instincts right then and there. "trapped together, the tension rising―...oh, is that a blush i see~?"
"―the urge to strangle you is rising!" you snapped.
he only smirked at your sudden reactions, weirdly intrigued. "oh, promises, promises~" waving you off mockingly he sighed. "violence suits you, bella~ gets me all riled up!"
you ignored him and the stupid blush on your cheeks. they were hot, but not burning. fight him, name! is what you told yourself. this wasn't the first time he's flirted with you before, oh no, you were very used to this. but you could always run or push him away, however this time you had no where to run away...to push away. not even another person to shield your flushed cheeks behind.
looking back at your phone, you still had no signal. not even one bar. of course, OF COURSE! you rubbed your temples, sighing with a hint of annoyance. dazai perked over your shoulder suddenly, scaring you as he suddenly spoke close to your ear. "no signal? oh no! guess we'll just have to keep each other entertained until someone comes rescue us, hm?"
you gave him a side eye, "well, coffee-breath! if your idea of entertainment is testing my sanity, your already doing a good job at that!"
"oh, come now, belladonna~" he purred, dragging a finger up the length of your arm. "you make it sound like i'm annoying~"
"you are annoying!"
"your cheeks say otherwise~"
your breath hitched, shrugging your shoulders you pushed him off. "don't start, osamu!" he pouts, "oh, don't be like that, donna~ you wouldn't want me any other way!"
you glare at him, only now realizing just how close he got to you after pushing him back. as said before the elevator wasn't that big to begin with but right now, it felt microscopic.
his eyes were bright with tease, lips tugged into a playful smile. "what's wrong? you look nervous all of a sudden."
"i'm not nervous!" you cross your arms, skin grazing with his coat as he leans forward. his chest almost touching your arms.
"then why can i hear your heartbeat beating louder?"
you tried to hide the neatness in your cheeks, "just because―your irritating!"
he chuckled lightly, almost pleased with himself. "oh, admit it! you can't resist being stuck in this elevator with me~"
you opened your mouth to deny it ― but the elevator creaked once again causing you trip again into his arms, gripping his biceps. he himself grabbed your arms to steady himself on his feet. you didn't even realize you were touching him until you felt his muscles shift beneath your hands and that stupid grin on his face as you looked up to glance at him.
"oh, touchy are we~"
"shut up osamu!" you hissed, about to pull your arms away from him ― you felt his fingers grip your wrist and twist you back into his chest. your shirt pressed up against his bolo tie as he leaned close to your face.
"make me~"
you felt every nerve in your body break, your patience wearing thin. here this man was, holding you like you weren't seconds from losing it and he's teasing you like this?
the audacity is cruel, but the smirk on his face is worse.
"oh no, did i make my belladonna angwy?" he pouts, not trying to hide the patronizing. you felt your nerves snap, about to retort back until he did the inevitable.
he smashed his lips with yours, wrapping his hand around your waist to pull you closer to him. your hips hit his softly as his other hand travels up to scrunch your hair desperately.
he tugs it gently, forcing a groan into the kiss. and he ate it all up, your neck hurting in all the right places at the grip he at at the back of hair.
god, he waited for this moment. to get you this close to him alone. it all fell into place. does it make you think he did this on purpose? alas, we shall never know. however that was not on your mind. what bad your mind racing was when he licked your bottom lip, fast and begging.
you both pulled back to gasp for air, a strained noise left your lips.
"dazai―"
"ssh!" he hushed you, pressing a finger to your lips. "just kiss me, please?" he didn't wait for you to respond verbally, the way you melted into his arms was all he needed to continue.
hot breaths escape your lips as he pulls away to breath, only to go right back to kissing you. messy and hungry. lips smacking against each other echo through the walls. his tongue forced its way in your wet caves, marking you with his hungry dominance. hands wandered down to grip your hips, instinctively you grinded into his crotch. a desperate whine ripped through his throat, biting back a whimper as you grind his hard length.
"are you fucking hard?" you grumble into his shoulder, your nails digging into his coat from behind. he didn't even try to deny it, nodding into your neck. "can't help it. ngh~ you make it impossible~"
pulling away he locks his eyes with yours, sweat building on his temple you smashed your lips into his again. passionate and dedicated now, soaking in his taste.
when you were about to open your mouth to let him in again, the elevator suddenly creaked again. this time it started to move down in a smooth motion. the numbers illuminated once again. and the floor levels appeared at the top ― but dazai didn't care, even as you pulled away and loosen your grip on his coat.
"no, don't pull away, just a few more seconds."
"osamu, someone will see!"
"please, grind into me again!"
"osamu!"
"let them see, god please just one push!"
"you kinky-"
"please!~"
the chim of the elevator indicates those waiting that it has arrived to their floor. as the two doors open, kunkida takes a pause before stepping in. his eyes widen at the sight of you and dazai, both sweaty and standing opposite sides of each other.
dazai's dress shirt was wrinkled, bolo tie loose and his coat was half off his shoulder while your collar was up, once beautiful maroon lipstick sneered across your and dazais lips, shirt wrinkled just as worse as dazai's.
the idealist was speechless for a few moments until he awkwardly cleared his throat. fixing his glasses he gripped his book in his hand before he spoke.
"please...keep your personal life outside of work hours...and for god sake, make yourselves look less...disarranged?"
well, at least dazai and you made it official the next day.
(nsfw rec :3) can you do needy dazai? like how in a lot of atsushi fics he doesnt wanna stop and asks 'one more time' 500 times.. can you do a dazai fic like that? (or chuuya)
₊⊹ 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗬! 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 ੭
SUM ― just dazai being a pathetic loser who begs to be fucked over and over.
CW ― NSFW , dom! reader , bottom! dazai , needy! dazai , porn w/o plot , dazai cries , dirty talk , orgasm denial , humiliation , fem! reader , begging , heavy teasing , spitting ( you spit in his face ) ᭪
ℒ. NOTES ― you asked, i answered. thank you for the request this was honestly the best thing that happened to be all day 🫶🏻
oh, oh when he asked to be bottom you weren't expecting such a needy man to be under you so quickly. first it was him begging for you to ride him, hes been in a mood all day at work and he couldn't take it anymore.
he admitted he was in the bathroom longer then usual because he was masturbating at the thought of you, fucking himself only made him more desperate. it's 8 in the fucking morning, atsushi is even concerned whats wrong with him.
he asked you, and you smirked to yourself, eyeing the bandaged man whose head was practically glued to the desk as he fought back literal tears as he rubbed his legs together from under his desk.
you teased him the whole day ― accidentally touching too close to his groin with your knee, ghosting your fingers on his skin, teasing him by whispering his ear. you were honestly killing the man, until the two of you got home.
pulling you into the bedroom he got on his knees and begged into your thigh, almost crying, already unbuttoning his pants.
"please, belladonna.. i can't take it anymore...ah~, i need you!"
you couldn't fight back, you agreed on one condition.
"don't cum until i say so, okay baby?"
which brings you to the present, 10mins later, you're riding him and he's losing his mind. your hands grip his hips, his head is thrown back to the sheets and his own hands grab at your bare ass ― grunts pout out of him, that turn into small moans when you go faster.
his dick is clenched hard against your folds, sweat drips down your forehead as you feel him knead your skin. "bella, bell- ahAa~!" you hummed happily, biting your lip as you lean over his lean body ― your face is inches away from his, your lips ghost his jawline as he tossed his head back once again.
you shushed him, chuckling against his lips as you slowed down. the whine that ripped through his throat was enough to get you all riled up. "don't..don't..ughaha!!" he groaned, biting his lip to control himself. "please! please, don't stop, b-bella!~ i ―" you cut him off with a kiss, soaking in his moan as you rolled your hips again, your hands roamed up his bare chest, bandages loose on his skin. you teased his nipple, pinching it softly and chuckles into the kiss when he moans, raw and vulnerable.
"awh, does someone like this?~" you purred in his cheek, your fingers spread across his nipple like it belonged there. his only response was a strained cry, for more or not ― you don't really know, but something inside you told you he was loving this...but he needed more. your free hand travels back down to grip his hip, his body jerking to the touch when you thrust into him again, "remember... no cummin' unless i say so, mmh?"
he whines, letting the whines fly out he finally started begging, actually begging. "belladonna... gorgeous, please! more, faster, faster please! let me cum, please! i'll be a good boy, please ― AhaAH~ ah, yesyesyes, just like that!"
you cooed, mocking him ― he looked so pathetic, it was perfect. his body melted at your touch, his lips quivered and his skin was hot. face red, eyes dilated ― he was yours. all yours, you can do whatever you want with him.
"how pathetic." you spat in his face, literally, your siliva drools down his lips. "aren't you just a nasty dog, aren't you osamu? what would the agency think if they saw you like this? all needy and beggin' me to fuck you harder. tch, you greedy little thing.~"
he won't tell you to stop, he craves this. he loves this. faster, fasterfasterfaster! but don't let him cum until he's been a good boy...bad dogs get punished, and masturbating in the offices bathroom? he never learns, does he?
"you want to be a good boy?" he lets out a desperate cry, a raw whine, as you pull out of him and tease his tip with your dripping entrance. he babbles out pleas, random pleas it's not even english anymore.
"stay quiet for 10 minutes, and maybe ill let you cum~" you winked, moving down his legs you sat comfortingly between his legs, his length throbbing at your touch. you blow gently over his tip, smiling hungry at the jolt that shook the whole bed. "oh, how sensitive you are, hm?" kissing his tip, he broke. tears rolled down his cheeks as he begged you, begged you to get on with whatever you wanted to do with him, but you don't. you like seeing him like this ― desperate, pathetic, needy. "but osamu," you licked up his length slowly, his hips arch off the bed and falls back with a strained whine as he balled his fists into his hair. "you already failed at being quiet, that's another 10 mins of this, just for you~"
your soft, evil chuckles echoed out his staggerekd breaths and whines as you continued to edge him for the rest of the night ― you both called in sick the next morning.
I don't know if you get a request, but if bsd men had a baby fever??? [They finally achieve their goals😅(I'm talking about dazai, Fyodor and Chūya or something😭)]
BABY FEVER (Headcanons + scenarios for DAZAI, CHUUYA and FYODOR)
A/N: Don’t worry, I didn’t disappear this time. Awfully sorry for how long it took, and I'm still not happy with how it turned out. But oh well, I hope you all enjoy!!! (and I think this is the first time I wrote for Fyodor...and I may have gone off on a slight religious tandem)
Genre: Smut, kinda fluff in headcanons?
Content warning: swearing, p in v sex, overstimulation, breeding
Synopsis: After they see you interact with kids, they notice just how motherly you are…and have this overwhelming urge to breed you. Headcanons are sfw, but scenarios are…more spicy
Dazai:
You both see a lost child in a mall
You and Dazai were just ambling around the mall (more like Dazai had dragged you along with him because he was “overworking” himself at the agency and he apparently needed a break)
Of course you had relented, because let's be real, there is no way you’re getting any work done with an overgrown panda clinging onto you and annoying the hell outta you (but he’s your overgrown panda so it's fine)
So, you’ve done some shopping, and forced Dazai to carry your bags cuz if he dragged you to go shopping, you’re totally forcing him to do at least this for you (good, you should make that lazy bastard do some work)
But then, just when you were about to leave, you hear sniffling noises
You turn and see this cute, little one wiping away their tears, but they just can't stop crying
Slowly, you approach the child whilst Dazai just stares – he couldn’t care less about this kid who was wasting his alone time with his darling Belladonna
But when Dazai sees how you coo so lovingly, and cradle the child in your arms, instantly calming them down with minimal effort, it's as if some imaginary switch was flipped on inside Dazai
Would you act like this if it were his child?
He couldn’t believe how he didn’t notice before how nurturing, how motherly, you were before
Now, he wanted to see you like this more – to see how you would act with your belly swollen with his child, or how you would tenderly rock a baby that resembled his and your features in your arms
Perhaps he’d have to do something tonight to make this dream a reality...
Scenario:
“F-fuck Osamuuuu...slow down!”
Your desperate plea is ignored by the man who has you in a mating press, thick cock stretching you until you feel a tickling pain behind the numbing pleasure, but who were you to complain? Dazai’s soft pants in your ear are driving you crazy with desire as his hips continue to move at an inhumane pace, and you swear with how impossibly deep he’s attempting to stuff himself inside you, you can feel him in your throat, stealing your broken breaths. Tears rake its way down your cheeks, as you claw at his back desperately.
“P-please! Ugh...t-too much!”
You don’t know what’s gotten into him, with how he’s been fucking you non-stop for well over half the night, no breaks and no checks. He’s stuck in his own world, desperate, desperate for something that you have yet to find out.
It's what he’s been saying for the majority of the night, but if the creamy ring around the base of his cock didn’t signify how many times he’s begged one more, then I don’t know what will. You can feel him everywhere, his cock thrusting again and again until your pussy is filled to the brim, both your juices starting to leak out due to the sheer number of times Dazai has cummed in you now.
But he still doesn’t stop.
Euphoria hits you like a drug, mind going blank as your eyes roll back, your cunt spasming rhythmically around Dazai and you cry out from the overstimulation. But your bandaged lover merely keeps going, whimpering pathetically against your neck as he’s spitting out half-formed sentences,
“G-gonna cum...be a good girl...take it all, yeah? Fuck, gonna...knock you up, my sweet ‘donna!”
Your eyes shoot open at his words, finally putting together his actions and intentions through the blissful haze. And hearing those words makes you cling more tightly to Dazai, unintentionally trying to pull him closer, and he laughs breathlessly in your ear as he whispers sensually,
“Oh my, you clenched real hard when I said I wanted to fuck a child in you...who knew my precious girl had a breeding kink.”
Each thrust is filled with raw power, feeling harder and deeper than before, and by now, all thoughts have flown out of your head, replaced by the intense pleasure only Dazai can give you. One, bandaged hand slithers down your body to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles until your scream in pleasure, intensified by the warm feeling of Dazai’s cum filling you up once more. Finally, you come down from your high, but as your body relaxes, you notice the brunet’s wicked smirk. And you feel the delicious dread course through your body as he utters one word.
“Again.”
Chuuya:
You’re a kindergarten teacher + he visits for the first time
You, my darling (Y/N), happen to be at work – teaching your small class of adorable angels – when your beloved husband’s head appears through one of the classroom’s windows
(How is he tall enough to reach?? XD jk)
You signal to our short king to wait 5 mins until your – and the kids – lunch break
5 agonising mins later, the small ones all toddle out and an impatient Chuu-chuu toddles in (sorry...not)
But just when you were about to kiss the husband who had left for a mission two weeks ago and had only returned now, a small cry of pain came from the back of the classroom
You push the mafioso away, and it's safe to say Chuuya is a bit miffed judging from the scowl/pout on his face
Chuuya watches as you expertly take the child in your arms and cradle them reassuringly, asking them what the matter was
And suddenly, your gentle voice fades into the background as Chuuya feels his pants tighten
Fuck, Chuuya doesn’t think he’s seen anything that’s as hot as his wife comforting this child like she’s been doing it all her life
But you know what would be hotter? If it were their child – if you had been consoling his child in your arms like that
And Chuuya knew that if he stayed even a second longer in that stuffy classroom with you and your soft smile, he’d pounce on you right there and then and never let go until he knew his child has been brought into existence
Muttering a quick excuse about needing to go to the PM HQ, he successfully escaped, leaving you confused about his sudden change in demeanour
Don’t worry, my dear, you’ll understand soon enough...
Scenario:
You had barely walked through the door when a ginger slammed you against the wall and growled out,
“Do you know how much I’ve wanted you since I saw you earlier today?”
And you figured he’s acting like this because of his mission, but you’re proven long pretty quickly when:
“Chuuya, please! W-wait...aaaaah!”
Your nth orgasm of the night causes you cunt to spasm uncontrollably around Chuuya’s fat cock, as you gasp at the sheer intensity, pleasure consuming you. But Chuuya still doesn’t stop, if anything, he speeds up even more. Usually he’d be done by now, preferring to spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking. But not today, not whilst his cock is effortlessly bullying your eager hole as he tightens his grip and angles his hips perfectly to hit that sweet spot to make you see stars.
“C-chuuya! Ungh..what’s the...what’s the matter?”
His blue eyes hold you captive to his gaze, as he whispers against your soft skin,
“Gonna make you the mother of my kids, my queen.”
And the way you whine at his words, revealing your desire to be bred by him, was all the consent he needed to get rougher. Chuuya lost control at the desperate gaze in your eyes and began to fuck into you with abandon once more, lewd noises filling the air.
“C-chuu-aah!”
Your pornographic moan makes Chuuya swell even more in your hot cunt, as the plap sound grew louder and faster. Chuuya’s dick hits all the right spots, drawing you closer to the inevitable edge, and your whimpers reach a beautiful crescendo as pure pleasure courses through your body, stars exploding behind your eyelids. Your pussy clenches around the thick meat inside you, and Chuuya groans against your neck as his seed spills, painting your insides white, marking you, claiming you.
“Shit (Y/N), that’s it, baby...yesss. Gonna see your tummy swollen with my kids.”
You chuckle weakly, delirious from the stuffed feeling, and you move to get up, wincing when Chuuya slides out. Your cheeks turn crimson at the feeling of his cum erotically leaking out, but suddenly, you feel a muscular hand push you down, and two fingers scoop the semen from your entrance, pushing it back into your sore pussy. Chuuya offers you a raunchy smirk as he whispers darkly,
“Neither of us are going anywhere until I knock you up for sure.”
Fyodor:
Kids running around in casino
Fyodor was usually a very calm man – someone that many people though had infinite patience – because he rarely, if ever showed his emotions
But that was not the case today where these kids in the casino were running around wildly – disrupting the poor man’s careful planning
The only thing that’s holding him back from getting rid of all those kids forever is his beloved (Y/N)
There was no way he’d bash in the skulls of infants whilst his soft lover is nearby – oh no, he’d need to maintain his façade of a man with some sort of virtue
But you being the perfect, observant person you are, immediately notice your Fyodor’s patience coming to a dangerous end, and so you quickly whisk away the child that would have become the Russian rat’s victim
Fyodor’s gaze follows you as you clap your hands to grab the attention of all the kids, and with a cheerful demeanour and encouraging smile, manage to distract them enough to keep them from disturbing Fyodor
But Fyodor was now distracted by his lover, who was easily keeping the kids company, and he couldn’t help but wonder if you’re this good at calming down brats, you’d be a great mother to his children
Those amethyst eyes darken with lust, finally planning his next moves but it had nothing to do with taking over the world
Scenario:
(myshka = mouse) – a personal fav nickname of mine teehee
You’ve never seen Fyodor’s predatory eyes glean with such filthy desire before. A man of God, who vowed to rid the world of sin, but isn’t such unfiltered lust, sin too? And like the deity he says he is, he reads your mind perfectly and answers your unasked question,
“Silly girl, God cannot sin.”
He stalks towards you, all graceful and elegant and you scamper backwards until you hit the bed. But Fyodor doesn’t stop advancing, not until he’s looming over you with a predatory smirk. And it only takes a few more seconds before both your clothes come off, and even hours later, both your bodies remain unclothed.
Fyodor and you were both too busy wrapped in each other. Squelching noises filled the air, and his condescending voice only made your cheeks grow hotter, and your pussy wetter. Fyodor’s cock hits your sweet spot with an uncanny precision that had your back arching and eyes rolling back in pleasure, desperate mewls tumbling out of your mouth.
“Fedyaaa! O-oh, God!”
“Yes...call for your God.”
He’s struggling to keep his groans of pleasure as lazy amethyst eyes lock with your own, but the arrogance in his face is unmistakeable. At least Fyodor had some illusion of control but you? You were fucking ruined by the man on top, tears of ecstasy dripping down your face as your face stretched in a permanent ahegao, only the thought of your God filling your head.
Lithe fingers pinch the pearl between your legs cruelly, a sadistic smile lighting Fyodor’s face at your desperate cry for mercy, but just like the last few times, he simply ignores you, letting you ride out the burning pain of your orgasm. Finally, it seems as if the torture ended when Fyodor releases your shaking legs, and you tremble as you sit up on the bed in between gasps for breath. You feel your cunt clench at the piercing glare he offers it, feeling the thick liquid drip out lewdly, but then his wicked eyes find yours, and the blood drains from your face at his next words,
“Oh myshka, how naïve of you to think we’re done here. After all, I have to make sure you’re truly pregnant with my child.”
(cw: afab reader, smut hcs, edging, dom/sub dynamics, she might be a bit mean here but maybe i'm just soft)
(found this beautiful femzai panel on pinterest, creds unknown but if asked to remove i will)
dom gf! dazai who absolutely does not let you come without permission. Sometimes she lets you come every day, sometimes you don't get to for weeks - whatever the case, it's her decision.
dom gf! dazai who gets so turned on watching you beg and cry for her to let you come when she edges you. "Why would I let you come when you're so pretty and needy for me right now?"
dom gf! dazai who keeps you so on edge and sensitive when she wants to deny you that your clit throbs whenever she so much as touches you.
dom gf! dazai who will play with your pussy whenever she's bored, absentmindedly stroking your clit through your panties while the two of you are watching a show.
dom gf! dazai who plays with you in public. It gets her off seeing you try to keep yourself together while she fingers you under the table. She will absolutely tease you for the noises she caused.
dom gf! dazai who makes you cockwarm her strap while doing mundane things like reading or watching TV and whispers things like "sit still, puppy," when you squirm or whimper. She'l occasionally buck her hips up into you or roll your nipples between her fingers and act like she has no idea why you've gotten so desparate all of a sudden.
dom! gf dazai who slaps your pussy if you ever come without her permission. Makes you count, too.
dom gf! dazai who most of the time doesn't let you touch yourself when she's away on a business trip. She just can't trust you not to accidentally finish when she's not around! However, if she's in a good mood or you've been exceptionally obedient for her, she'll let you on the condition that you video call her so she can watch your pretty cunt quiver while you edge yourself for her.
dom gf! dazai who touches herself in front of you to punish you. She doesn't let you touch her or yourself - she just makes you sit and watch her come as much as she wants knowing full well you don't get to until she says the word.
dom gf! dazai who makes sure you know your orgasms belong to her and only to her <3
