Hello. I'm Larisa or Lari for short. I usually post Bungo Stray Dogs content here.
19 years old | She/Her
I enjoy animes like Bungo Stray Dogs, My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, One Piece, Naruto, Bleach, Attack on Titan, Death Note, Hunter x Hunter and more. Although I enjoy these, I will post mostly Bungo Stray Dogs. (Sometimes, but very rare, I might post from other fandoms of mine)
Some of my hobbies are reading, writing, drawing, listening to music etc. English is not my first language, btw!
reader thats having the worst day ever and like they get like enemies trying to shoot them(somehow broke in because one of the pm workers were executives were a spy)
And they reach for the gun killing all of the enemies and pm dazai goes "Well remind me to never get on your bad side" which gets him, well reader throwing the now, unloaded gun at dazais face grumpy.
(This was a awsome idea in my head)
Pairing: PM!Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader
Genre: Angst, sfw
CW: mild violence, mentions of gunfire, emotional distress, comfort, healing
Your day had gone from bad to worse in the span of an hour. The Port Mafia headquarters was supposed to be the safest place in Yokohama for anyone under its protection, yet here you were, cornered in a dimly lit corridor with three armed men closing in. The spy among the executives had leaked your location, and now bullets were flying.
You ducked behind a marble pillar, heart hammering, fingers already slipping into your coat pocket. The weight of the pistol was familiar, cold metal against your palm. You didn't hesitate. The first shot took the closest intruder in the throat. He dropped with a wet gurgle. The second man swung his rifle toward you, but you were faster, two rounds punched into his chest before he could fire. The third tried to run. You stepped out, aimed, and put a bullet through the back of his skull. The corridor fell silent except for the ringing in your ears and the soft thud of bodies hitting the floor.
Footsteps approached from behind. You spun, gun raised, only to see Dazai Osamu leaning against the wall with that infuriating half-smile, hands in his pockets like he hadn't a care in the world.
"Well, remind me to never get on your bad side." He drawled, eyes flicking over the corpses with lazy appreciation.
Your temper snapped. The gun was empty anyway. You hurled it at his face. He caught it one-handed without even flinching, the smile widening.
"Temper, temper..." He murmured, tossing the pistol aside. "All that adrenaline and nowhere to put it. How about I help you work it off?"
You didn't even dignify that with a response. Instead, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the corridor, leaving the bodies and the man behind you without a second glance.
The streets of Yokohama were cold and quiet as you made your way home. Your hands were still shaking slightly from the adrenaline, and the metallic scent of gunpowder clung to your clothes. You didn't notice the shadow that followed you at a distance, silent and watchful.
When you finally reached your house, you fumbled with your keys, the events of the day weighing heavily on your shoulders. The door clicked open, and you stepped inside, kicking off your shoes and letting out a long, tired sigh.
You didn't hear him come in behind you.
"You know..." Dazai's voice was soft, almost gentle. "Most people would at least lock their door after a day like that."
You whirled around to find him standing in your entryway, hands still in his pockets, but his usual playful expression was gone. Instead, there was something almost concerned in his dark eyes.
"Get out." You said, but your voice lacked the fire it had earlier.
"I followed you." He admitted, stepping further into your apartment. "And wanted to make sure you got home safe. After what happened..."
He trailed off, and for once, Dazai Osamu seemed at a loss for words. He looked around, taking in the modest furnishings, the way everything was neat and orderly despite the chaos of your day.
"You shouldn't have to deal with that alone." He said finally. "Even if you don't want my particular brand of help, you shouldn't have to come home to an empty house after something like that."
You sank onto your couch, the exhaustion finally catching up to you. Dazai moved to sit beside you, not too close, but close enough that you could feel his presence.
"Want me to make you tea?" He offered. "Or I could just sit here. Sometimes it's enough to know someone's there."
For a moment, the apartment was quiet except for the distant hum of city traffic outside. Then Dazai stood up and headed toward your kitchen without waiting for permission. You heard the sound of cupboards opening, the soft clink of ceramic mugs, and the gentle whistle of the kettle beginning to heat.
"I know I'm not exactly the comforting type." He called from the kitchen, his voice carrying that familiar lilt but softer than usual. "But even I can tell when someone's had enough for one day."
He returned with two steaming mugs, setting one down in front of you before settling back onto the couch. The tea smelled like chamomile and honey, and you found yourself reaching for it without thinking.
"You handled yourself well back there." He said, taking a sip from his own mug. "Not many people could stay that calm under fire."
You didn't respond, but you didn't tell him to leave either. The warmth of the tea spread through your chest, and slowly, the tension in your shoulders began to ease. Dazai seemed content to sit in silence, occasionally glancing at you with those dark eyes that seemed to see more than they should.
"You know..." He said after a while. "I've been where you are. Coming home to an empty place after something like that. It gets easier, but only if you let someone help you carry it."
His words hung in the air between you, and for the first time that day, you felt something shift. The worst day ever was slowly starting to feel a little less terrible with someone beside you who actually seemed to care. Dazai reached over and gently took your hand, his thumb tracing small circles on your palm.
"Stay." You whispered, and he nodded, settling back against the cushions with a small smile. "I'm not going anywhere."
He promised, planning to stay for how much you need him to.
I know my stories are usually pretty short but I think this one is the shortest till now π₯Ή
about ur recent Chuuya ficβ¦French Chuuya π€€π€€π€€ *respectfully comes on the screen lol* (enough weird jokes, it was asome sorry If itβs ta too weird comment)
okay so hear me out..... chuuya x fem! pmreader and theyve been friends for years (since 15/16, so original of me ikπ₯Ήπ₯Ήπ) and the pm has a beach trip to celebrate the mersault mission and when they get there chuuya sees reader in her swimsuit (a 2piece bikini hehe, im self projecting bc i just got a bikini LMAO) and then pretty much reader taunts/teases chuuya on the beach and once they get home its chuuya being all rough yet loving with reader (smut w/ condescending praise + overestimation, and him using "doll" as a petname plsπ₯Ήπ₯Ή)
AND MORE FRENCH CHUUYA PLS I BEG I LOVE FRENCH CHUUYA. AND TYSM LARI I LUV YOU SO MUCH (β‘ΛΝ κ³ ΛΝ)
AHH it's been so long since I wrote smut storiessss... π₯Ή I hope I'm still as good at them as I was before lol π
French Chuuya π€€π€€
Also thanks for the request, Star! Love you too! (β ββ β’β α΄β β’β ββ )
Pair: Chuuya Nakahara x Fem!Pm!Reader
WARNING: Smut!!
CW: Rough sex, overstimulation, french Chuuya, oral (f!receiving), nipple play
Petnames: doll
French words translation: putain de merde = fucking shit; merde = shit; regarde-toi = look at you;
The Port Mafia's private beach stretched out in a golden ribbon under the late afternoon sun, the waves lapping lazily at the sand while laughter and the pop of champagne bottles echoed across the rented stretch of shore. Chuuya had shown up in his usual black swim trunks and an open shirt, and the second his eyes landed on you he stopped dead in the sand.
You were already in the water up to your thighs, the two-piece bikini clinging to every curve. Black triangles held together by thin strings, the top containing your breasts, the bottoms riding high on your hips. Water droplets slid down your stomach, catching the light, and when you turned to wave at him your smile was pure trouble.
"About time, short-stack!" You called, voice carrying over the surf. "Thought you got lost on the way to the beach."
Chuuya's jaw tightened. He'd known you since you were both sixteen. Partners in crime, drinking buddies, the one person who could push every single one of his buttons without getting gravity-crushed for it. But right now, with that scrap of fabric barely covering you, the old friendship felt dangerously thin.
"Keep running that mouth and I'll show you exactly how lost I can get you..." He muttered.
The rest of the night blurred into games, drinks, and stolen glances. You made sure he never got a moment's peace. Every time he tried to relax on a towel you'd saunter over, lean down so the bikini top strained, and ask if he needed help with sunscreen, then deliberately miss the spots that mattered most. When the group started a volleyball game you joined his side, brushing against him every chance you got, "accidentally" grinding your ass against his front when you jumped for the ball. Each time you heard the low growl in his throat you laughed, loud and bright, knowing exactly what you were doing.
By the time the sun dipped and everyone started packing up, Chuuya's patience had worn paper-thin. You caught his eye across the sand and winked, tongue flicking out to lick salt from your lower lip. His gloved fingers curled into fists.
The ride back to the penthouse was silent except for the low hum of the car. You sat beside him in the backseat, still in the bikini under an open cover-up, thighs pressed together, skin still warm from the sun. Chuuya's hand rested on your knee, innocent at first. Then slid higher, fingers digging in.
"Don't think I didn't notice every little stunt you pulled today, doll." He said quietly, voice rough. "You're gonna pay for that."
You smirked, leaning closer so your breath brushed his ear. "Make me."
The second the penthouse door shut behind you, Chuuya had you pinned against it. His mouth crashed onto yours, teeth nipping, tongue pushing in deep while his hands tore the cover-up off your shoulders. The bikini top came next, strings yanked loose in one rough tug, fabric falling away to expose your breasts. He palmed them hard, thumbs rolling over your nipples until they stiffened under his touch.
"Fuck, look at you..." He growled against your neck. "Been teasing me all goddamn day in that thing. Bet your pussy's been dripping since the beach."
You moaned when his knee shoved between your legs, grinding up against the thin bikini bottoms. He hooked two fingers under the fabric and yanked it aside, sliding through your slick folds with a satisfied hum.
"Already soaked. Such a needy little slut for me, aren't you, doll?"
He didnβt wait for an answer. Two fingers thrust inside you at once, curling hard against that spot that made your knees buckle. You clutched his shoulders, hips rocking down onto his hand while he pumped them fast and rough, the wet sound of your cunt filling the entryway.
"Chuuyaβah! More!" You gasped.
He laughed low, condescending. "More? You spent the whole day acting like a brat and now you want more? Greedy fucking doll." His thumb circled your clit in tight, merciless strokes. "You're gonna take everything I give you tonight. Every inch. Every drop."
He pulled his fingers out, brought them to your mouth, and watched you suck them clean before spinning you around and bending you over the nearest surface, the arm of the couch. The bikini bottoms were ripped down your legs and tossed aside. You heard him pull down his trunks, the rustle of fabric, then the hot press of his cock against your entrance.
Chuuya didn't ease in. He slammed home in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight heat. You cried out, walls clenching around him, and he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder.
"Putain de merde..." He hissed in French, hips already snapping forward. "So fucking tight. Been waiting to wreck this pussy all day."
Each thrust was punishing, deep, the slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet penthouse. One hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so he could bite at your throat while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. He fucked you like he hated how much he wanted you. Rough, relentless, yet every filthy word that followed was wrapped in something almost tender.
"That's it, doll. Take my cock like the good girl you pretend not to be. Look at you, dripping down my balls already. Such a perfect little hole for me to ruin."
You pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, moaning louder when he angled his hips to hit that spot inside you over and over, his cock dragging against sensitive walls, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing tight circles that had your thighs shaking.
"Chuuya! Too muchβfuck!"
He only laughed, the sound dark and fond at the same time. "Too much? We're just getting started, doll. You teased me all day, remember? Now you're gonna cum until you can't think straight."
He pulled out, flipped you onto your back on the couch, and shoved back inside before you could catch your breath. Your legs were hooked over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he pounded into you, the new angle making stars burst behind your eyes. Every thrust punched a moan out of you. He leaned down, biting at your nipples, sucking hard until they were red and swollen.
"Regarde-toi..." He muttered, voice thick. "Look at how your pussy's sucking me in. So fucking desperate. You love when I fuck you stupid, don't you?"
You nodded frantically, words lost to the rhythm of his hips. He reached between you again, thumb pressing hard on your clit, and you shattered, orgasm ripping through you so hard your vision whited out. Your walls clamped down, pulsing around his cock, but Chuuya didn't stop. He fucked you straight through it, pace never faltering, chasing his own release while you twitched and sobbed beneath him.
"Merde! Gonna fill you up!" He groaned, hips stuttering. "Take it all, doll. Every drop."
He came with a low, guttural sound, cock throbbing as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside you. Even after he finished he stayed buried, rolling his hips in slow, grinding circles that dragged over your oversensitive clit until you were whimpering again.
"Still twitching..." He murmured, almost fond. "Think you can give me another one?"
Before you could answer he pulled out, dropped to his knees between your spread legs, and buried his face in your cunt. His tongue licked broad stripes through your folds, lapping up the mix of your slick and his cum, then focused on your clit with quick, precise flicks. Two fingers slid back inside you, curling and pumping while he sucked the swollen bud between his lips.
You came again almost instantly, thighs clamping around his head, back arching off the couch. Chuuya didn't let up, he kept licking, kept fingering you through the second orgasm, your cries turning hoarse, body shaking uncontrollably.
When he finally pulled away his mouth was shiny, eyes dark with satisfaction. He stood, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and carried you to the bedroom. The sheets were cool against your overheated skin when he laid you down, but the reprieve was short-lived.
Chuuya stripped the rest of the way, climbed over you, and lined up again. This time he slid in slower, letting you feel every inch, but the pace didn't stay gentle for long. He hooked your knees over his elbows and started fucking you deep and hard once more, the headboard knocking against the wall with every thrust.
"Gonna keep you like this all night, doll..." He panted, sweat dripping down his chest. "Fill you so many times you'll be leaking my cum for days. Every time you sit down tomorrow you'll remember exactly who this pussy belongs to."
You could only moan, nails raking down his back, body caught between pleasure and the sharp edge of too much. He leaned in, kissing you messy and deep, swallowing every sound you made while his hips kept their relentless rhythm.
"Such a good doll..." He whispered against your lips. "Taking everything I give you. Cumming so pretty for me. Love watching you fall apart on my cock."
The night stretched on in a blur of positions and orgasms. He fucked you on your stomach, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades while the other reached under to rub your clit. He had you ride him, hands gripping your hips, forcing you to bounce even when your thighs burned. He bent you over the bathroom counter, mirror fogged, watching your reflection as he took you from behind. Each time you came he praised you in that condescending, affectionate tone. Telling you how well you took his cock, how pretty you looked when you cried from pleasure, how he was going to ruin you for anyone else.
By the time the sky outside started to lighten, you were boneless, covered in bite marks and hickeys, cum leaking down your thighs. Chuuya pulled you against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other stroking your hair.
"Still with me, doll?" He asked softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You managed a weak nod, voice hoarse. "Yeah⦠fuck, Chuuya."
He chuckled. "Good. Rest for a bit now, doll."
By the time he finally let you rest, you were a shaking, cum-drenched mess, and he held you close, murmuring soft French endearments against your hair while his fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin.
Sorry! Things have been... really busy lately. Between Agency work, paperwork, and Dazai-san somehow turning every normal day into a disaster, I haven't had much time to think of anything worth posting
I kept telling myself "I'll make a post tomorrow." and then tomorrow became... several tomorrows
I'll try to be a little more active when things calm down. Thanks for checking in, though. It honestly means a lot that someone noticed I disappeared
...Please don't let Dazai-san know I admitted that online
Oh no guys... Gulps...! Who knows... Maybe you do know who I am.... I feel like you do though... Hah... Heh... Gulps.. π₯Άπ₯Άπ₯Άπ₯Άπ₯Άπ₯Ά
Cruel like the way Dazai called Oda "odasaku" but he said his enemies have no right to call him such? π
I look forward to seeing you too......... But WILL you see me...? π€π€π€π€π€¨π€¨π€π€¨π€π€¨π€π€¨π€π€π€¨π€π€¨π€π€¨π€π€π€¨π€π€¨π€π€¨π€π€π€¨π€π€¨π€π€¨πΊ
YES! TO THE STRAY DAWGS..!! π π π π· π₯
AHH I feel more confident on my guess now ππ₯Ήπ₯Ήπ
Can I dm you to see if it's really the person I guessed? π₯Ήπ₯Ήππ«ͺ It's okay If you don't wanna and you're still scared of me ππ
About the 'cruel' part, don't joke like that again or I will actually turn in the big bad wolf and eat you. πΊπ°π«ͺ
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Thy words were so delightfully unhinged that I laughed until mine ribs protested rebellion. "What is the name of this planet? Andromeda? Nay... Earth!" Verily, I know not whether thou wert possessed by genius or blessed by the sweetest form of madness, yet I cherished every syllable as though it were writ by angels who had consumed far too much coffee.
And then... the drawing. I know not what noble deed I committed in a former life to deserve a soul such as thine, yet I shall spend this one attempting to repay even the smallest fragment of thy kindness. Thou hast turned a simple return into a memory I shall carry within mine heart for many a year.
From the very depths of mine heart... I love thee, dear mootie
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