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[bandaged-writer]

🍃 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦

• bandaged-writer ; laura, 23

🍃 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

• rules ; mdni

🍃 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴

• masterlist I : masterlist II

[bandaged-writer]

i think i'll make an account dedicated to jujutsu kaisen bc i'm obsessed 👩🏻‍🦯

[bandaged-writer]

this tag made me laugh so hard

the horny brings out the best in us 🫡

[bboricha]

➳ pairings: gojo satoru x afab!reader ➳ cw: not proofread, degradation, brat taming if u squint, marking, unprotected, mating press, overstimulation, dacryphilia if u squint, there's not a lot!!!

gojo has been touching you for exactly three hours now. kissing you, biting you, marking you, fucking you—you're not sure where this man manages to get the stamina to do so. because honestly, after the first two orgasms, you were already beat.

alternating between fucking you on his tongue, with his lithe, long fingers, and with his irresistibly girthy cock, you find your limbs losing strength as you bury your face into the sheets with no other choice.

he's pushing his cock into your puffy little cunt from behind, stilling inside you balls deep as he brushes away some of his pearly white strands sticking to forehead. he moves to take a swig of his water sitting on the nightstand, smirking against the bottle when he hears you swallow a moan from the smallest of movements. you can't help it, he's been feeling you up nonstop for so long now that it's simultaneously numbing and making you overly sensitive. and when he uses his palms to spread the fat of your ass apart, then using his fingers to get a good look at your messy pussy? you give the neediest whine that he's ever heard.

"does my stupid baby need to cum again?" he mocks, leaning down to cage you against his large frame. he snakes a hand over your chest, pulling your upper body towards his as he nips at your ear, leaving a mark just below the lobe.

"sato...ru... i—i can't take anymore—" he thrusts into you and you sob out, your cute, tight cunt spasming around his cock in response.

"you're just an ungrateful brat, aren't you?" his voice has gone cold and you hiccup, choking back more tears that threaten to fall. "even though i've been so good to you all night." he thrusts in again, drinking in your gasps and whimpers, babbling something about how it's too much or whatever.

he manhandles you into a mating press, pushing the back of your thighs up against your chest as he stares at the way his length disappears into your pussy sheen with slick, spit, and cum. he watched your hands fly up to your tear stained face, embarrassed at the state your in and he tsks, instantly ordering you to hold your legs instead to keep your hands from wandering. but for some reason, he's still unsatisfied when you oblige. little do you know that you're still too conscious for gojo's liking.

he can't help but wonder how you'd look like after another hour.

➳ an: assignments? what assignments

[lonelystarrs]

He’d Never Admit It…

You hated Gojo Satoru and he had a funny way of making it up to you.

Literally just wrote this lil Drabble on a whim :D

Senior high school Gojo x FemReader

Warnings: 18+ NSWF . Bullying . Gojo being annoying . Oral receiving (fem) . Sexual Theme. Minors DNI.

God you hated him.

The worst part is Gojo Satoru knew this.

He knew he bothered you and he used it to his advantage, his constant teasing and taunting, his ability to pop up wherever you were with timing that was almost suspicious. He knew when to appear, he knew how to push your buttons and he loved it.

Winding you up was enjoyable for him. He’d done it since he met you when he was sixteen and you got paired together for a small project. Even now at eighteen he wasn’t showing signs of letting up on what you’d call bullying, he was sure he’d miss it when you both finished senior high school, after all this was your last year so he was determined to carry it through until the end.

He’d pull your hair in the corridor, your head jerking back and almost falling backwards from the sudden unbalance, your arms would fly out in front of you as to try to balance yourself again. Sometimes he’d tug so hard you would fall back on your ass by his feet, he’d lean over you with his hands in his pockets. He could have caught you -but he never did.

“I’m handsome from all angles right?,”

Or

“What’cha doing down there?”

Would be his way of acknowledging it, of taunting you about it knowing full well it was his fault.

Thankfully you rarely did fall. More often you’d spin around he would also look around suspiciously like he was trying to find the source that did it.

“Did you see that? It disappeared around the corner!”

“I know that was you asshole!”

Gasping dramatically his hand flew to his heart, faking a pained expression at your accusation and insult.

“It was not! I’d never do such a thing, the only time I’m gonna pull your hair is if I’m behind you and-“

“-Shut up!”

You’d sputter loudly storm off flustered and he would cackle, you’d hear it even over your own stomping because it was the most obnoxious noise you’d ever hear in your life. 80 year old you would still stand by that you were sure of it, this pricks laugh would haunt you forever.

“Yo Satoru, picking on the weak again?”

You’d hear Geto as he joined his friend, after all he was never far behind. He’d let it happen even if he thought Gojo was going too far, even if you ended up with tears glistening in your eyes from Gojo telling you that you were weak and should give up. But Suguru never seen that Satoru wasn’t far behind to wipe the tears away in his own way.

You hated that he worked his way under your skin in a way that made you rattle on the inside until you physically felt like you were going to burst. How the combination of hate and frustration rose you to a level of frustrated need only he could give you. He’d wind you up to the point of tears only to kiss them away and lull you into releasing your emotions on him.

You hated those blue eyes that everyone loved -that everyone worshiped. You hated them even as they peered at you over the rim of his glasses, that were currently steaming up from his breath fanning against your clothed core. His tongue working a circle around your clit as his large hands pushed your skirt up to your hips.

“See? You’re so wet you sooo wanted this. Annnnnd y’wore these pretty panties knowin’ they’re my favourite on you~! So risky wearing these to school all f’me.”

“I-I didn’t wear them for you!”

“Oh? Y’wanna let all the other students to see what a slut you are wearing these during classes huh?”

“S-Shut up asshole!”

Gojo chuckled, feeling it vibrate on his tongue against you as he gave an opened mouth grin, blue eyes dancing in amusement.

You rolled your eyes and huffed out in annoyance, the hand in his hair gripped as you pushed him against you again, the legs over his shoulders resting down his back pressed him forward muffling his laugh. -He loved it when you stood up against him like this, took control and almost made him into a little pet. Maybe it was a phase he was going through as being dominated wasn’t his thing, after all he had a god complex and liked being known as one of the strongest around.

But there was just something about when you took the reins like this, it kinda made him feel better for upsetting you. Maybe it was a silent apology for pushing you too much again, maybe it was him saying that even though he is your source of upset that he can be the one to also be the source of your high.

He’d make you feel better, he’d always make you feel better.

He’d carry on teasing you everyday until you got so angry it would crumble into this situation -on the desk in your class room, in janitor cupboards or anywhere he could pull you in that was risky because he was cocky about it.

Your makeup had smudged slightly at your eyes from you crying earlier, his cheek still stung from the slap to his face and the hollowing of his chest over seeing you crying hadn’t quite left yet.

But it always got you where he wanted you -between your legs whether that be his face or his own hips nestled against yours watching you cry out under him.

Pushing that silly little skirt up to your waist, opening your shirt just enough to pull the flimsy bra down to suck on a nipple, just enough to watch one bouncing with each thrust.

He’d never tell you he lost his virginity to you, he’d never tell you that each time with you meant something and he’d never tell you that he’d hit himself internally for how he treated you.

He knew what he was doing but he just couldn’t stop.

You made him feel awkward, you made him feel insecure and you made him think things that contradicted his outer personality everyone knew him for.

The fact he was jealous today because he seen a guy flirting with you at the end of class, it annoyed him that he heard you say you were single, that no you weren’t dating Satoru because what idiot would.

So Gojo waited by the door watching the students pour out, his arms crossed, one leg bent with a foot pressed against the wall he leaned on and a frown on his face. You always were last out of the room because you hated crowds, when you appeared he span, grinning at you with his arms leaning on the door way blocking you from leaving.

He seen your face drop.

“Sooooo,”

You rolled your eyes and tried to push past him, he blocked again by swaying his body in whichever side you tried to leave from.

“Move Gojo, I don’t have time for you.”

Gojo hummed and lowered his arms walking at you, making you step backwards.

“M’sure you can find some time like you made for dipshit earlier,”

You sneered at him rolling your eyes,

“Jealous Satoru?”

“Pft, over a lil easy school girl like you? Nah, c’mon I have plenty of options.”

His eyes widened when your hand hit his cheek, he wasn’t even looking at you but over your shoulder shocked that you actually had just slapped him.

His gaze shifted slightly to look at your face, tears brimming in them and he felt somewhat guilty for thinking they always looked so pretty like that. You were trying to glare at him but it was difficult to combine it with holding back your upset.

He felt even guiltier than his dick hardened in his pants at the slap, the sting fired across his skin and a foreign rush ran through his body. New link -unlocked.

“Do it again,”

His voice lowered and he watched your eyes widen in confusion, the tension leaving them so a stray tear could finally fall and hang from your cheek.

“W-what?”

“Slap me again,” he replied quickly and firmly.

You’d tried to fight him but he easily walked you backwards until your legs hit a desk, a random one in your mind.

Gojo knew it wasn’t, he picked this desk particularly because this desk was the guy who was asking about you.

The whole spur of jealousy was what lead to this.

But he’d never admit that to you.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming Go-fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”

Satoru grinned against your lace panties as he sucked on your clit through them whilst rolling his tongue.

“Yeah? Gonna leave a mess over this desk pretty? Think you should leave a lil’message for’em tomorrow.”

Your hips lifted but he followed, making sure to wrap his lips around your clit and suck, his thumbs massaging your hips trying to keep you in place. His blue eyes drinking in as you leaned your head back one hand gripping the chair until your knuckles turned white, your other hand gripping his hair and pushing him into you. Your head falling between the space of the desk and chair.

Your back arched from the desk and he couldn’t help but skim his hands up your sides to grip them, thumbs now massaging small circles just under your ribs as his fingers rested in the arch of your back. Your hips started to roll and he knew to soften up his tongue so you could ride out your orgasm better, easing you down from your high instead of letting it just slip away.

He watched your tits rising and felt your ribs contracting as you let out soft sighs at his almost uncharacteristically considerate actions. -his silent apology was being like this with you, slowly dragging your orgasm out by lightly rolling his tongue on your clit. - wanting you to remember how good he could make you feel, that it wasn’t all bad because he knew his behaviour would upset you again tomorrow.

He felt your hips give the first twitch of over stimulation and he backed off, placing a kiss to your clit before looking down at the gradual wet patch appearing as your hole clenched around nothing.

Gojo frowned, perking his lips to a pout realising your underwear was in the way ruining his plan, hands moving down quickly he gripped the sides of your panties and pulled hard.

The sound of fabric ripping caused you to shoot your head towards him wide eyed at his actions.

“The fuck are you doing? Gojo!!!”

Your hands scrambled to his but he slapped them away with one hand, the other stuffing your panties into his pocket.

Your legs over his shoulders kicked at his back in an attempt to straightened yourself up.

Swiftly he shifted, using a large hand to pin your hips down by pressing on your stomach and the other towards your dripping hole, he circled it with his thumb watching the clear cum slowly spilling from you.

“S’not messy enough,” he whined, whilst pushing his thumb in feeling your clench around him and hands on his head trying to push him away.

“Looks like we gotta get another outta ya!”

The next day went it’s usual course, he’d find you first thing in the morning with Geto beside him and he’d tease you like he meant it. He’d watch the heat creep over your cheeks because you always got flustered the day after anything happened between you both, it would disappear gradually until you got angry again.

Gojo sat at his desk man spreading as usual, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he leaned across the table, consumed by boredom already and first class hadn’t even started.

“The hell is this on my desk?”

Brilliant blue eyes side glancing at the very guy who was asking about you yesterday.

“Man, what is that? Someone spill their juice on it or somethin’?”

“-Yeah maybe! It’s kinda sticky and smells sweet.”

Oh you really were sweet, one of Gojo’s favourites sweets in fact and it made burying his face between your thighs so pleasant.

Something else he’d never admit to you.

Satoru leaned back in his seat, swinging his arm behind it and twisting so he could look at you sat at the back with your face in your hands.

Whipping his phone out his thumbs moves quickly on the screen to send you a text and he enjoyed watching your face fall reading it, heat rising to those cheeks in a dusty pink.

Turning to glare at him whilst throwing him the finger.

Satoru > I told ya! You taste sweet! :p

God you hated Satoru Gojo.

[bsd-bibliophile]

“I don’t know what to say. I shall no longer respond.”

—

Dazai Osamu, A New Hamlet

[bandaged-writer]

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗨𝗠.

feat. dazai, ranpo, chuuya, oda, nikolai + sigma

warnings. nsfw, lots of cum

note. i tried so hard to save my primos in genshin but scaramouche has me (and my bank account) on my knees

dazai who hastily pulls out of your cunt, pumps his messy cock and groans when thick spurts of cum land on your battered pussy. he likes to smear his cum all over, rubbing it around your clit and watching you squirm, moan and cum all for him. the view of your cum-covered pussy is enough for him to go for another round.

"my, my, you got rather messy down there, belladonna. spread your pretty legs for me. yes, just like that."

ranpo who thrusts his cock in-between your tits, sweet whines spilling from his lips as ropes of cum spurt from the slit of his cock. he pants heavily, eyes focused on the way his cum travels from your collarbone down to the plush of your breasts. fingering your nipples, ranpo swipes his cum across them with a lust-induced smile.

"now you're pretty enough to ride me. come here and take a seat, won't you?"

chuuya who shamelessly moans as he pulls your lips off his cock and cums all over your face. droplets of the sticky fluid paint your once red lips white, others trickle down the face he loves so much. he absentmindedly taps your bottom lip with the sensitive head of his cock, mind still blown from the high you gifted him with that skilled mouth of yours.

"could stuff that pretty mouth all day long. what a good little thing you are."

odasaku who presses his hips flush against your own and fills your cunt up with his cum. chapped lips meet your own in a messy kiss, his cock rocks into your gummy walls, fucking his cum deeper into your pussy. the sticky fluid oozes out of you despite oda plugging you, dribbles down his cock and balls. only when odasaku pulls out does he see the thin strings of cum connecting the blunt head of his cock to your sobbing cunt.

"god, i can't enough of you. only one more, love. need to fill you up one more time."

nikolai who's so drunk on your pussy that he doesn't even notice his cock slipping out of you and cumming all over your ass and the small of your back. your pathetic cries snap him back to reality and with a blush, he marbles at the beauty he's made of you. truly, you look absolutely ravishing covered in his cum.

"how unfortunate that i missed my chance in filling you up, but this..is rather satisfying as well."

sigma who's so embarrassed about fucking your thighs like a dog in heat and hides his face in your neck. the arousal of your cunt lubing him up, the heat of your thighs and your affectionate fingers stroking through his hair are enough to make him blow his load all over your thighs. he hugs you close to his body, shivers and groans.

"your thighs aren't enough anymore.. n-need your pussy wrapped around me this time.."

[sskk-manifesto]

Biggest shout-out to Sigma for being the most reletable character in the entirety of bsd 

[bandaged-writer]

𝗔𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔 [𝟬𝟰] — 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

pairing. mafia! dazai x executive! reader

genre. romance, mystery + smut

warnings. mentions of murder, unedited

words. 552

summary. Kouyou smiled, her lone eye twinkled. "You seem to forget that even fairy tales have happy endings."

notes. have y'all seen the jjk2 trailer? my bbys look so juicy 😭

previous || next || masterlist || ao3

Whenever spring rolled around, cherry blossoms, sliced in clean halves, silently fluttered to the ground, some fluttered onto the pond's surface. Even someone like Dazai found beauty in the blooming mafia garden which Kouyou tended to.

With the scent of white tea lingering in the air and the greens colliding with the pinks, one would never think that this little oasis was part of the mafia.

A smooth schwing echoed throughout the space, the sound of Kouyou sheathing her sword back into her makeshift umbrella. "I heard that you've been working together with [Name]," she greeted Dazai.

The two executives sat down at a small, rounded table where tea boiled in fine porcelain cups.

A sigh slipped Dazai's lips. His eyes were drowning in thoughts, a shimmer of uncertainty glimmering in the abyss. "This is exactly why I'm here, Kouyou."

The swordswoman tilted her head to the side and a fine smile graced her pale complexion. "Allow me to take a guess, Dazai," Kouyou mused, took a sip of her tea and then continued, "even the great Demon Prodigy feels something akin to fear, is it not?"

Dazai's face hardened, his jaw was locked. "..."

"Care to tell me what happened?"

And the entire story spilled from Dazai's lips like water from an overflowing sink. How you were shot and remained dead for hours until you suddenly..were not. How you smiled at him and told him that the scent of blood gave your assassin away. How you had deliberately kept information from him.

"Apparently two abilities had been at play. One possessed the ability to erase his presence and physical body. The second one possessed the ability to slow time down to nearly zero. That was how we were kept in the mansion," Dazai explained.

Kouyou took a glance at Dazai from the edge of her porcelain cup. Maybe the tea was still a tad bit too hot. "What is it you wish to know?"

Dazai folded his hands underneath his chin and let his hazel eyes flutter shut. He wasn't asking as an executive, but rather as someone who was curious and terrified alike. "I want to know what you know about her."

Kouyou didn't know any more than the rest of the mafia. During a mission, under her very own command, she was certain you had gotten shot by some lowly men and you had been proclaimed dead for hours on end. That was until you had gotten up and dealt with the matter yourself.

Back then, an ugly shiver had rolled down Kouyou's spine.

Kouyou set her cup down on the table, letting a lone blossom float into her tea. "I fear there isn't much I can share with you. But there was this one time..," she trailed off slowly and locked eyes with Dazai as she told her tale.

"After our mission, she was watching the heartfelt reunion of two lovers. [Name] cried silently. At the time, I was too stunned to ask what was wrong, but now..I guess even the devil is painfully human."

A beat of silence passed and a dumbfounded look settled down in Dazai's face. "..Why do I feel like you're telling me some fairy tale?"

Kouyou smiled, her lone eye twinkled. "You seem to forget that even fairy tales have happy endings."

if you liked it, a comment or rb is highly appreciated! 🫶🏻

taglist. @ashthemadwriter @96jnie @katatedge1

[bandaged-writer]

𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗪𝗘 𝗚𝗢 || 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

pairing. pm boss! dazai x reader

genre. beast au, angst

warnings. major character death, suicide, implied prior suicides

words. 1k

summary. dazai saw the end of the line for the both of you. "until we meet again, belladonna."

note. i'm an absolute sucker for the beast au and all of you have to suffer the consequences

"The only regret I have is that I will never get to read the novel you will write," Dazai sighed into the night sky. Below him, Yokohama's city lights twinkled with life bustling despite the late hour. The stars and the moon shine down upon him when he had fulfilled his purpose in this lifetime; to take Mori's place as the Port Mafia's boss and make sure that Odasaku would take his place in the Detective Agency.

A wistful smile graced his lips as he took a step back into the arms of certain death and for a brief moment, he had found peace in his rise and imminent fall. No longer would he have to play the cards of the antagonist of a story he had written himself, and yet, it had always been that way. The story of his life was haunted by the antagonist that he had painted himself out to be.

Such relief was of short duration as a pair of hands grabbed his wrist. He stopped falling.

"[Name]..?" Disbelief wrapped itself around Dazai's throat like a fine wire.

Tightly, your hands grasped his wrist. Face red and your body hanging over the edge, held by a mere thread, you called out his name in agonizing tones of sorrow and grief. "Dazai! Don't die, again! I'm begging you..," you trailed off. Tears rolled down the apples of your cheeks and dropped onto his face. "This once..live with me."

How cruel this world was that he created. As Dazai had swung the pen, he had calculated the risk of including you in the world in which he wanted nothing more than his dearest friend to live, write his novel and live the life he was once robbed of. Even for you, Dazai had written a fairytale of a life with a lover who could love you like he never could, a job you liked and all the smaller things in life you had always appreciated.

Not even Dazai could've predicted that he was rooted so deeply in your heart that you would overcome the power of the book he had made his own. Against all odds, against all the words he had squeezed into a single page, you had shattered his plan from start to finish. All he wanted was to die without causing trouble for anyone, but even in a different lifetime in which he was the enemy, the boss of the Port Mafia, he caused you nothing but heartache.

Dazai could feel it in your tears that dampened his face.

"Belladonna," he said with a smile upon his lips, "would you please let go?"

"How do you expect me to let go, huh?!," you screamed at the top of your lungs until your voice cracked. Pulling all your might together, you tried your best to pull Dazai back on the rooftop, but physical strength was never your forte. If anything, your feet slid two steps towards the edge whenever you took a step forward.

Huffs of air escaped your lips. "I don't care what world we live in! It won't change my feelings for you, you dumbass! You can't just leave me here! I need you!"

Dazai looked at you with widened eyes. Nothing but pain he caused you and you still declared your love to him like it was the first and last time and judging by the way you were struggling to save his life, it really was the first and last time he'd get to hear you say those words. His feet dangled in the air, his body jolted each time you'd stumble in despair and with fear in your eyes.

What were you so afraid of? Losing him? You should be glad to get rid of a person as twisted as he was.

"If you don't let go, you will die." Dazai saw the tips of your shoes. Silently, he basked in your touch even though it was stricken by fear, anxiety and everything that could cause one's heart to stop. "You don't want to die, do you?"

And then it hit you. You didn't want to die. But you refused to live in a world where Dazai never annoyed you by messing up your hair. A world in which he would never keep you in bed for five more minutes, a world in which he would never give you his favorite book filled with his own thoughts and marked lines that touched him.

"You're right. I don't want to die." The strength in your arms and legs was running thin and was enough for one last pull. You'd let this last tug of war decide your fate; or maybe this was merely wishful thinking, a dot of hope that you'd make it and hit Dazai over the head real good. "But I refuse to let you be the only one who dies tonight!"

Dazai looked at you with wide eyes as you pulled him up towards the edge, lungs out of breath and sweat coating your delicate hands. If you hadn't been so weak from all the prior pulling and tugging, then maybe you could've made it. Yes, Dazai thought you genuinely could've saved him, but you were weak.

And so it happened that Dazai's weight pulled you over the skyscraper's edge with a yelp slipping your lips. But even so, you never let go of his hand even though he could've begged you to do so. Perhaps, he had wanted to see you one last time and die by your side like he always used to say. Perhaps this was the benevolence of fate that bound your lives and death together like a rope.

"I'm sorry," you muttered as the air whipped against your face and pushed your hair out of your face. Dazai pulled you flush to his body, a content smile resting on his lips as he held you impossibly closer and fell towards certain death with you.

You clung to him. "In the afterlife, I vow to find you again.

Dazai saw the end of the line for the both of you. "Until we meet again, Belladonna."

[bandaged-writer]

no thoughts, just tecchou working out with reader sitting on his back princess style

[silversoulsociety]

Tetchou Suehiro

BSD s4 ✰ E12

[bandaged-writer]

spontaneously fell ill so there likely won't be any updates 🫠

[bandaged-writer]

𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 [𝗽𝘁. 𝟭]

what they gift you for valentine's day/white day [pt. 1] feat. dazai, kunikida, ranpo, chuuya + oda

nicotine consumption, teeny tiny bit suggestive for dazai's part

— 𝗱𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂

↠ if you were merely another hook-up, you can't expect anything from dazai. but in this case, you aren't just another one of his one-night stands, but a person dazai respects and loves and you bet he will pour his heart into it. ↠ it's the middle of the month and dazai's entire salary likely went into financing his..booze-drinking habits. likely will steal kunikida's credit card to get you something you will enjoy. kunikida lets it happen, because you're the only one who can keep dazai in check. ↠ dazai chooses an expensive-looking box of chocolates filled with cherry-flavored liquor. given, it's incredibly cliché, but worry not! he knows how to woo your heart or else you wouldn't be his lovely belladonna, right? ↠ contrary to popular belief, dazai is a pretty decent cook if he wants to. so once you finish your day at work, feeling like a raccoon that just hopped out of the bin, the scent of food greets you. dazai is actually in the kitchen, cooking and greeting you with a handsome smile of his. ↠ "welcome home, belladonna. come here, i found this amazing recipe which allows us to go to the afterlife together!~"

↠ you have permission to smack him over the head. ↠ that being said, dazai goes out of his way to cook your favorite dish and prepared a romantic dinner date at home. a few candles lit the table, a comfortable conversation about anything that comes to mind and him holding your hand lovingly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. ↠ a bit corny. insists on feeding you the chocolate he got you only to lock his lips with yours, sneaking his tongue past your lips and tasting the bittersweet flavor. a string of saliva connects his lips to yours and he grins. ↠ "you're right. the taste is not bad." ↠ when you look at him, eyes wide and lips glossy and parted, dazai knows he did a great job at making your heart pound. ↠ the rest of the evening is spent in light conversation and couple-ish shenanigans. and yes, he does take you to the bedroom later on. actions speak louder than words, or so they say.

— 𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼

↠ white day isn't something kunikida ever deemed to be of high importance. it was always another workday for him, but things changed the moment you stumbled into his life and gifted him a cute keychain (which he now carries on his notebook, mind you). ↠ you're so much more unorganized than him, so kunikida will possibly gift you a notebook with a schedule made for you. yes, he sat down for hours to create the most efficient and productive schedule for you. from waking up to doing your night routine, it was all written down. ↠ but what really catches your attention and has you smiling like a fool is the daily "give kunikida affection" at 6 pm sharp. it is so silly and yet so something kunikida would plan that it skillfully tugs on your heartstrings. ↠ "are you getting soft on me, kunikida?" ↠ "i'm nothing but a simple man." ↠ vehemently denies it when you point out the blush on his cheeks and yes, you should definitely kiss them.

— 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗽𝗼 𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗴𝗮𝘄𝗮

↠ ranpo gifts you a small bag of all sorts of candy. more specifically, candy that he knows you like and those sorts he deduced. otherwise, he wouldn't be the greatest detective in the world. ↠ the moment you step foot into the agency, ranpo comes running to you, nearly knocks you over and clumsily presses his lips to yours. he doesn't care about naomi's swooning, yosano shielding kyouka's eyes or atsushi letting out his trademark yell of surprise. ↠ all that matters are your sweet lips on his and the laugh slipping your lips ↠ "of course none of them are as sweet as you are, but it'll do, right?" ↠ your knees turn into jello when ranpo grins at you with nothing but affection and innocence alike. ↠ scratches his cheek as you mumble a quiet "i love you" only for his ears to hear.

— 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮

↠ chuuya is classy and gifts you a rather expensive brand of wine when you stop by his office to drop off a couple of reports. in all honesty, you didn't expect chuuya to return a thoughtful gift. flustered, you cough into your hands. ↠ "there's..no need for this. i merely had some chocolate left over and thought you might want some, as well." ↠ a smirk cracks chuuya's lips at the blatant lie you've just told him. "so you're saying that you didn't have a breakdown in front of higuchi, because you suddenly feared that i might be allergic to chocolate?" ↠ and you gape like a fish. that bastard eavesdropped on a very private conversation you had with a friend and he has the audacity to use your own words against you?! the audacity. ↠ "i-i can explain!" you blurt out and desperately search for excuses, but a single raise of chuuya's hand shuts you up immediately. to your surprise, he was blushing. who knew he had such a side to him? ↠ chuuya clears his throat. "don't mention it. i..quite like you, too. and because the chocolate was rather nice, i thought we could go out. at least once." ↠ your mind is spinning like a carousel and you fear you might get dizzy. maybe lady luck is on your side for once and grants your wish of going on a date with chuuya, your superior. ↠ "i would love that, chuuya." ↠ "be ready at eight. i'll pick you up, yeah?" ↠ oh, you totally are going to blush, kick your feet and twirl your hair when you get back home.

— 𝗼𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗼𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗲

↠ odasaku is a simple guy and as a thank you for your gift, he chooses a necklace that he knows you were eyeing when the two of you strolled through yokohama.

↠ he sits on a bench right next to you, your chin resting on your palms as you talk about how nice it'd be to roam the skies like birds do. it's when you pout that he shoved the little packaging into your line of sight.

↠ "eh? what's this?" you question, take the gift and look at odasaku owlishly.

↠ "a thank you for the book you got me recently. i thought you might like it." odasaku finishes his cigarette and tosses the butt into the bin next to the bench.

↠ of course you like it. it's the little piece of jewelry you remember spotting a while back. you can't remember why you hadn't gotten it yourself back then, but receiving it from odasaku was so much more meaningful anyways.

↠ he remembers such small details and it makes your heart swell with love and adoration. "thank you, oda." you say and press a kiss to his cheek.

↠ but it's not enough. odasaku gently tilts your face back to his own and locks his lips with yours. a kiss that tasted like cigarettes and a hint of rum has your heart pounding in your ribcage.

↠ and when you're a flustered mess, the ghost of a smile tugs at odasaku's lips. he's such a lucky man to have you by his side.

tagging. @wildnya

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

Funny theory that since it’s canon in the light novel that Kunikida can shoot Dazai with a weapon made from his ability and it won’t hurt him, I like to think when Dazai’s really pissing him off he just whips out his notebook, shoots him point blank and keeps walking.

[bandaged-writer]

𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 || 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

pairing. dazai osamu x f! reader

genre. drabble, suggestive, friends to lovers-ish

warnings. groping, lots of touching, mentions of dazai's womanizing habits

words. 800

summary. these things feel better, because he understands you.

note. highly self-indulgent bc dazai brainrot goes brr. inspired by that one scene between makima and denji btw shsgdgd

"It's horrible! I just can't seem to woo any woman, anymore, [Name]!," Dazai whines with his back slouched over his desk. Paperwork is skillfully ignored by his non-existent work ethics, but at least the sunset dips his face in pretty orange hues and paints a handsome face that you can't help but look at.

You hum. "And how is that my concern, Dazai?," you question while your fingers cease dancing across the keyboard of the laptop and shut the device.

"You're my best friend!," the brunette reasons much like a child would and his words drown out the ghost of your chuckle. "And that's why it's your job to listen to my agonizing troubles!"

You don't recall any clause in your contract that tied you to said commitment to Dazai, but it's exactly that relationship that allows you to understand him on a level that goes deeper than the many masks he wears on a daily basis. Although you can't hope to beat Dazai at a game of chess, you know why his love life is as disappointing as it currently is.

He can refuse it all he wants, but there's no way you can't tell. Hazel eyes linger on your form for a beat too long, hands that are always on some part of your body even if they caused nothing but the usual mischief and the pang of jealousy shooting across his face whenever you'd give Ranpo or Tanizaki your dedicated attention. Dazai isn't as mysterious as he'd like to believe, but you also know that he would never confess his feelings.

At least, not yet.

You push your chair back, trut around the office desks until you stand in front of Dazai who watches you with feline eyes. He awaits your next move, anticipates the string of words that could only ever fall from your smart, but oh-so-sweet mouth.

No, he shouldn't think about how sweet your mouth would taste when you're his friend.

"I have once heard that these types of things feel better when you understand the person in front of you," you say with a charming smile upon your lips and reach for Dazai's wrist. Guiding his palm to your cheek, you nuzzle the warm skin and press a subtle kiss to the middle. He watches you with keen hazel eyes, but you don't miss the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat.

"Tell me. Are my lips chapped or soft? What does my skin feel like? Are my fingers long or short? Does it tickle? Does your touch make me nervous?" All those questions you fling at Dazai's head remain unanswered, but you don't want any either. What you truly desire is for his focus to be dedicated solely to you and you can see it in his eyes that the gears in his head are spinning.

Dazai is awestruck by the way you wrap your lips around his thumb and bite down on it. Pain is as far away as the limits of the sky, yet he can feel them pressing into his skin and saliva dampening the calloused skin; calloused from holding guns, knives and all those burdens life brings along. The little gulp of your throat, the shimmer in your eyes. Everything that usually slips Dazai's attentive gaze now held his attention and he doesn't think he can ever forget the way he takes his thumb out of your mouth and wipes it across your bottom lip.

"It feels good, doesn't it?," you ask and stand in-between his legs.

Dazai nods his head. "It does."

Slowly, you tilt your head to the side with the same calm smile and bring his hand to your breast. Dazai squeezes the flesh underneath his sweaty palm and gulps down the confusing feelings in his throat. He's blinking more often, his heart pounds behind his sternum.

He can't understand what is happening to him. Countless women had found their way into his bed and underneath his sheets only to fade in the morning like the temporary bliss of obtaining something of materialistic value. Dazai is no stranger to his fingers in someone's mouth, his hands on their body, but he never once took the time to map them out. Whether the skin had scars, whether it was warm or cold, whether he genuinely enjoyed getting all touchy-feely like this.

"..You're going to be the death of me," Dazai rasps out and pulls his hand away from your boob.

You lean in, pop into his personal bubble and look at him with eyes that clearly, obviously yearn for him, but he is still so very distant. So very much out of your reach.

"Do you understand now? The reason why you feel so cold in a warm bed is because you don't understand them."

[bandaged-writer]

HUGS FOR U

KISSES FOR U