Hi my favorite little kinky twinky, I'm back again because I have my headcanons, I'm currently writing this instead of analyzing the cultural impact gothic writing, has on our modern literature today. Because ya know unhinged headcanons about a fictional war criminal is so much important than my grades <3
*Fyodor likes to take cold showers, even though he complains about always being cold??
*Fyodor accidentally set his hat on fire...several times (lmao)
Fyodor hates the color beige like so much that he tour up every single beige item of clothing at a store once. (he got away with it.)
Fyodor is allergic to chestnuts
Fyodor didn't know what the omega versus was and asked Dazai randomly what it was, Dazai didn't explain it to him, but he bought a shirt for Fyodor off of Etsy that reads "I'm daddy's omega" He still doesn't understand the reference and wears the shirt.
Fyodor got harassed by Ranpo online for like WEEKS. Neither one of them knew who the other was
Fyodor listened to Mistki one time and hasn't fully recovered since
Fyodor hates whole grain bread
Fyodor wears mismatching socks because he likes to stress Ivan out because he's not "dressed properly"
Fyodor accidentally made mustard gas when he was cleaning his bathroom. (it actually does happen, don't mix chemicals.)
Fyodor thought Atsushi was like 13 for the longest time and still thinks people are lying when they say he's actually 19
Fyodor crashed a random couple's wedding and ended up Djing for them??
Fyodor thought Kenji was homeless and bought him food because he felt just the tiniest bit bad. Kenji is not homeless and just gave him free food LMAO
Fyodor can do long division but if you ask him to do it he's going to literally jump out of a window, he finds it annoying.
DAZAI HC
Dazai accidentally got so drunk he went missing for a whole week and was in Belgium working as a baker.
Dazai did cocaine by accident and ended up having to sign an NDA with the Chinese Government.
Dazai is a certified pre-school teacher
Dazai has hijacked a truck that was caring bandages and stole like a year's supplies worth.
Dazai hates the color purple with a passion, like if he didn't know how to shut up now, he will be ranting for HOURS about the goddamn color.
Dazai actually did try to kill Mori by poisoning his coffee, but Dazai didn't read the label and he gave Mori probiotics.
Dazai met the Queen of England and is now not allowed to Step foot in any territories of the UK.
Dazai has one of the highest scores in pokemon and brags about it to ranpo.
Ranpo gifted Dazai alcohol for his birthday and Dazai still hasn't drank it because he's sentimental like that
Dazai can barely cook himself food so Atsushi often comes over and makes food for Dazai.
Dazai doesn't know how to tie his shoe without the bunny-ear technique, like its the only way he knows how.
Dazai x gn!reader is now entering the FLUFF ballroom…
Content warnings: Dazai
The vacancy that hid in the covers of Dazais bed was something he had grown accomstumed to, the fridgid feeling of loneliness consumed him almost everyday. So when you came into his life, and engulfed him in a warmth he knew no one could describe- it just fascinated him. It was an addicting feeling that he chased every day.
No longer did he have to come back home and expect silence and a cold feeling of nothing that constantly had him at in a chokehold- it was now the opposite. He would feel you engulf him in a hug while whispering sweat nothings, the tender and soft touch’s that would be exchanged between you two- the intimate moments you shared would be cherished by him for longer than anyone could imagine. Anything you did would caused the butterflies in his stomach to fly freely, what an odd sensation- was it not?
The way you wouldn’t pressure him to tell you anything, the way you would lay his head on your lap gently brushing his coffee colored locks. Even if it was the other way around he would love it, waking up every morning to be met with a lovely smile from you- or even waking up to the smell of freshly cooked breakfast.
The thought of getting married had barely ever danced across his mind, never did it really occupy his thoughts as well as many other things did.
Dazai would never have thought you would stand there with a beautiful white garment draping over your figure as you walked down the aisle, bouquet in hand while tears threatened to overflow and fall down his cheeks.
Never did he think he would have someone to love, but as always- never think somethings impossible and always expect the unexpected. He had rejected affection, and he himself almost never held his heart in his sleeve but with you now present in his life, maybe it wouldn’t be bad to do such things.
He would surely thank Cupid for hitting you with an arrow, and luckily it was him who you fell for and no one else. Because now he had you all to himself, your precious smile, your little habits, everything about you made him feel so jubilant.
⁎ content: 18+, minors DNI! includes omegaverse, fingering, fluff
⁎ notes: first fic of kinktober!! for those who dont know yet: i used to be pussydrunkfyodor, but my account was terminated. i am starting over here, and this is the start of my new, revamped kinktober! omega fyodor has become my guilty pleasure, have fun <3 (art by the loml, @nameless-noodles)
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You had only gotten up to fetch some water, snacks, and painkillers, which took about five minutes. But those five minutes took about an hour of convincing the poor omega glued to your body that it was necessary, and you would be right back. He whined, repeating over and over how he didn’t understand why you had to leave, despite you rewording it as many ways as you could think of.
I swear I will come right back next to you, baby, I just need to run to the kitchen.
You need food and water to live, Fedya.
I also need food and water to live, darling.
His heat had been quite intense this cycle, meaning that you being out of his eyesight made him feel like the world itself was ending. The only reason he finally released you from his iron grip was because his cramps had reached their worst, and that pain was currently outweighing the emotional distress of you being gone. If only by the tiniest bit.
You asked if he wanted to FaceTime you while you were gone but he just shook his head and whimpered in pain, curling into a fetal position. Squeezing his hands tight and pressed your foreheads together, you swore up and down that you just wanted to take care of him, and you were never going to abandon him. He nodded and sniffed, so you tucked him in tight to his nest, covering him in all his blankets and surrounding him with pillows, before heading off. Running to the kitchen, you grabbed a tote bag and quickly tossed in as many water bottles, random snacks and sandwiches, and medications you could find. But still, when you returned to the bedroom slightly out of breath, you could hear quiet sniffles from the man buried underneath the mountain of blankets. You sighed deeply before shutting the door behind you and making your way over to the nest.
Sitting on the edge of the bed still holding the tote bag, you gently peeled back the covers hiding Fyodor’s face to look at him. Sure enough, his cheeks burned a fiery red as tears flowed from his eyes. You honestly figured this would happen.
“Fedya, baby? I’m right here. Can you sit up for me a little?” you cooed, using your fingers to brush his bangs out of his eyes. He just whined and buried himself even deeper into his nest, making you groan.
“Brat,” you muttered to yourself.
It took some gentle manhandling, but you were eventually able to bring Fyodor up to the surface enough to shove some painkillers and a bottle of water in his hand, watching with your eyebrows raised as he downed the pills.
“Drink at least half of that water,” you instructed, still mindful to keep your voice soft.
He tried to whine, but after telling him you wouldn’t cuddle with him until he drank water and ate a handful of grapes, he choked both down as fast as he could. You laughed as he handed back the half-empty water bottle with a sour look on his face, but held up your end of the deal.
Pulling off your sweatpants before returning to the nest – it got hot as hell underneath there – you climbed back into the little sanctuary with your mate you adored so much. After situating yourself back inside, you turned on your side to look into his sad eyes, offering a small smile.
“Hi,” you whispered.
He met your gaze and you could tell he was starting to cheer up thanks to your return, and you sighed in relief. At least he wasn’t upset for long.
Fyodor didn’t respond, just scooted closer to you, and nuzzled deep into your chest as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. You could feel the tension in his slim body melt away as he sighed, tangling his long legs with yours. For extra comfort, you began running your fingers through his soft, dark hair and pressing light kisses to his forehead. You smiled to yourself as he started to purr quietly. You laid there for a while, grazing your fingertips up and down his back and scratching lightly. He had subconsciously began sucking on your neck near one of your scent glands, and you had to hold back laughs as his teeth tickled your throat. He suddenly pulled his head back so he could look at you.
“What is it, darling?” you asked, brushing his hair out of his face.
You could tell he was about to say something, mouth ajar, but stopped himself with a hmph and averted his eyes.
“Fedya?”
His brought out his arms from where he had had them curled underneath himself so he could snake them under your t-shirt. Skin to skin contact was very important to him in his heats.
“Can you-“ he grumbled, cutting himself off once again. You used your index finger to lift his chin up, forcing him to look at you.
“You know you can ask me anything, love. I will do anything for you.”
“Will y- will you croon for me?” he whispered before burying his face under the covers.
You laughed at the absurdity of the question – the fact that it even needed to be a question.
“Of course I will, you know that. All you have to do is say the words,” you assured him.
Hugging him tight, you allowed for the deep purr-like sound to rise from your chest. You could tell by the slowing of his breathing and the sweetening of his scent that it was calming him down. He found so much comfort in the vibrations but was always embarrassed to ask for it. You felt him start to purr louder in return – one of your favorite noises.
After a bit, his scent began to sweeten a little too much, and your mind began to wander. His pained moans confirmed your suspicions.
“Is everything okay?” you whispered. He groaned even louder.
“I’m…. leaking. A lot,” he replied, voice so small it was barely audible. He untangled his legs from yours so he could squeeze his thighs together.
“May I help?” You always tried to phrase things very gently to Fyodor in this state. If he got too embarrassed, he would stop speaking up at all, and taking care of the omega became next to impossible.
“Would you?”
“You know I always will.”
You gripped his thigh so you could hook it over your hips, allowing you better access, before your hands wandered lower. Being very slow and delicate about it, you made sure to ask is this okay? with every new movement.
Your hand eventually came to his lower back and began massaging the soft fat, making him moan. Gently inserting your fingers into the cleft of his ass, your fingers found his very wet hole. He was not exaggerating when he said it was a lot. The slick dripped out of him steadily, streaming down his thighs and gathering in the cleavage. You teased his hole to see how ready he was, and the way it gaped in response was all you needed to know.
Making sure it was well slicked, you slipped your middle finger into his hole, and the moan he let out was ungodly. You went slow to be able to assess how receptive his body would be; feeling no resistance, you pushed in the digit all the way to your knuckle. Fyodor was already whining and clawing at the skin of your back, and you had barely just begun. You allowed for him to adjust to the foreign presence before slowly starting to pump the finger in and out of him. He threw his head back at the friction he had so desperately been waiting for, and you smiled before pressing kisses to his jaw.
Not long after, you added your ring finger in right beside it, and his hole received it willingly. He whimpered and whined as you thrusted both fingers into him with increasing speed, attempting to angle them right enough to hit his prostate. It didn’t take long – you knew Fedya’s body well at that point. The second you made contact with his prostate his back arched into you and he whined even louder.
“More, please,” he begged.
“Do you think you can take one more?” you asked, continuing to fuck him with your fingers. He nodded ferociously, and you could feel him clench tightly around the digits.
Pushing in your index finger required no effort – you wondered how long he had been this needy before he ever said anything. You got a little rougher with the third finger added, transitioning between scissoring them to stretch him out even more, to pumping them in and out quickly.
He mewed as he attached his mouth to your throat once more, saliva dripping out of his mouth and beginning to soak your t-shirt. You just chuckled to yourself.
Your hand was absolutely drenched with the sweet-smelling slick at that point, and you could feel it beginning to pool underneath him. You briefly thought about how best to break the news that you would need to change the sheets of his nest soon.
You could tell he was reaching his climax as his erection was leaking through his underwear as well, and he tightened the grip of his leg wrapped around you, toes curling in anticipation. You increased your rhythm once again, and he moaned and tried to chase the feeling, desperate to ride your fingers.
“Do you want to come, Fedya?” you whispered in his ear. All he could do was moan in response. You caught his lips with yours, kissing him deeply as you fucked into him.
“I’m gon- I’m gonna-“ he could barely get the words out.
“C’mon, baby, come for me.”
He began rubbing himself against your belly, chasing the friction against his cock he so desperately needed. He kissed you back sloppily, all teeth and tongue as his focus wavered.
Not long after, he arched his back and cried out your name before he released into his boxers, and drenched your hand even more with the sweet substance as slick flowed out of him. You fucked him through the whole thing, only stopping when his body stilled. You slowly pulled out your fingers with a dirty pop, and he whined at the sudden loss of fullness. You couldn’t help but to bring your hand up to your mouth and suck the slick off your fingers. It was your favorite taste.
“Is that better, Fedya?” you cooed. “…Fedya?”
You pulled back a little to search his face, and sure enough, he had passed out, slumped against your chest. You just laughed and hugged him closer – he had been so agitated lately; he needed the sleep. Hoping to lull him into a very restful and long sleep you started to croon, and he snuggled impossibly closer to you. You smiled and peppered his slack face with kisses as you situated the messed-up covers and plushies around Fyodor, burying him deep in his nest just the way he liked it. You honestly could not love your omega any more than you already did.
TW: Sexually Explicit Content: fem!reader, dazai x reader, unprotected sex, cruise ship sex, face fucking, creampie, overstimulation, mild degradation/humiliation, breast play, foot grinding. WC: 3.2k words
☆Note: It's Dazai time
"Kunikida, look. That woman in the blue dress near the sushi station is totally checking you out." Dazai comments, sipping his cocktail.
"Oh, is she?" Kunikida self-consciously straightens his hair, brushing off his tuxedo.
"Nope, I lied.” Dazai says with a sly smile, earning a light blow from Kunikida.
"Of course, you did, good-for-nothing bandaged idiot." Kunikida scoffs. Everyone at the table laughs unanimously at Dazai's theatrics. It’s one of those celebratory nights full of laughter. The Armed Detective Agency is returning after a mission, on a cruise ship funded by Fitzgerald after a certain deal was made. So everyone is enjoying their time.
You can't help but marvel at how fancy everything looks. The dining hall is exquisite with crystal chandeliers, mood-lighting, and a special orchestra performing in the corner. The ocean is visible from the glass windows.
Dinner is a seven course meal with food from almost every continent; it includes sushi, spaghetti, rice bowls, kebabs, and more. And the dessert is a flawless assortment of pastries. Every dish is carefully crafted by professional chefs.
"Mmm..delicious." Ranpo hums appreciatively, tasting some shrimp with lobster sauce.
"Ranpo, looks like you've been eating all the appetizers." you chuckle lightly.
"Empty stomach, empty mind." he shrugs, lifting an explanatory finger. "Also, I ran out of the snacks I brought with me for the mission."
While you indulge yourself with ice cream, you feel someone kick you lightly with their foot. Looking under the table, you notice Dazai's playing footsies with you. As you look up, he flashes a playful smile.
Being a tease is a part of Dazai's nature. And you‘re another victim of it. He always teased you everywhere; stealing your pen at work, ruffling your hair, and more. Whether he was flirting with you out of attraction or he just found amusement in getting a reaction out of you, you had no idea.
You feel him kick his feet again. You decide to get back at him by kicking him back, but to your dismay, Dazai isn't bothered. He winks flirtatiously.
The foot strikes you again. But this time, it's on your thigh. And it doesn't feel as hard anymore. When you glance under the table to find out why, you realize Dazai's removed his shoes. He's teasingly poking your thigh with his foot, while he sports a casual expression on his face, explaining something to Atsushi.
Dazai's foot gets closer, squeezing in between your inner thighs and touching your underwear. He starts to rub his foot against your core. Your first instinct was to slap it away and scold him. But the friction of his foot on your sex gets the best of you, making you throb for more. So instead of pushing him away, you’re tempted to discretely grind on his foot to feel more of it.
You spread your legs a bit, giving him room to graze his foot against your clothed clit. A subtle smirk spreads on Dazai's face as you accidentally let a soft moan escape your lips. You earn a few glances from Yosano, Tanizaki, and Naomi too. Oh, you won't let Dazai humiliate you in front of everyone.
"Dazai, what are you doing?" you gasp, looking under the table. Kunikida promptly looks under, seeing Dazai's uncovered foot, he realizes something is up.
"Is he bothering you again?" Kunikida sighs.
"He keeps kicking me under the table. And now he's poking me under my dress with his feet. So perverted..." you murmur innocently with your lips pursed.
Ranpo shakes his head. "He's a bit of an idiot, after all. Don't mind him."
Dazai simply laughs lightly. "I'd say she's enjoying it. She's just too shy to let me know." Kunikida immediately whacks Dazai and tells him to act decent.
What Dazai said is not completely wrong. You did enjoy the feeling of his foot grinding against you, adding pressure to your sensitive clit. But there's no way you're going to admit that in front of your co-workers. You have a reputation to maintain.
"I did hear her moan a little." Yosano laughs, making your cheeks heat up. Dazai tilts his head to the side, resting his chin in his hand as he continues to gaze at you with a smug smirk on his lips.
"That wasn't me." you dismiss with a wave of your hand, looking away. "I'm going to the bathroom." you drink a little water to calm your nerves before you head away. But that was a lie. You didn't have to go to the bathroom.
Instead, you head out to the balcony of the ship to get some space to think. You sigh in relief as you look at the beautiful water down below you. The ocean breeze blows your hair past, the air smells so sweet and salty.
It was a little funny throwing Dazai on the spot, giving him a taste of his own medicine. Until he got you back again. Now all your colleagues would probably think there's something going on between you and Dazai. Which isn't totally wrong.
There has been some sexual tension brewing between you for the past few weeks. But you haven't even slept with him yet. You start to wonder again why Dazai would tease you so much. Of course he did it to others, but he seemed to particularly enjoy doing it to you.
Was he actually attracted to you? Maybe he is. You start to consider whether you'd like to reciprocate his feelings, if he had any. He's definitely easy on the eyes, with lovely coffee-colored brown hair, dark eyes, and a sunny smile.
And you've wondered what those lanky, lovely fingers of his could do in bed. But he's a terrible tease and it would be nice if he straight up admitted his attraction rather than playing games.
"Fancy seeing you here." It was that voice again, the playful singsong ring to it. Dazai Osamu. When you turn, you see him smiling cheerfully, striding over to you with the cocktail glass in his hand.
"This doesn't look like the bathroom to me." he comments with a hand on his chin.
"I know. I just like looking at the ocean and catching some fresh air."
"I see. So...tell me the truth. Are you angry at me?"
"Why would I be angry?"
He pauses, taking a sip from his cocktail glass and gazing at the boundless waters, deep in thought. "I just feel you've been avoiding me. Running off from me at dinner, rejecting my offers to refill your drink."
"I've been quite respectful, Dazai. I don't think we need to get too touchy-feely. We're just co-workers." you say gracefully with a smile.
"Oh? Do co-workers grind on each other's feet at dinner?" he leans in closer, speaking in a high-pitched, mocking voice. "And do you think I see you as just a co-worker? That a professional relationship is all I want from you?" He squeezes your nose affectionately.
"Well, all you do is tease and send mixed signals.."
"And why do you think I do that?"
"I don't know." you shrug, furrowing your brows.
Dazai snatches your jaw and slams his lips on yours for a kiss, pushing you up against the wall of the balcony. He props a leg up next to your side and places a hand on the wall, cornering you. No pranks, nothing. After he pulls away, a smile spreads on his face.
“Oh!” You catch your breath, surprised by his sudden advance.
"Do you get why I tease you now?" he breathes against your ear. "I've wanted you for a long time." he says, nursing your cheek with his hand. "But you're so dense, you can't take an obvious hint." he laughs, his tone becoming lighthearted.
Dazai isn't wrong about your naivete. He's grinding his foot on your underwear at dinner; something that he doesn't do to even Kunikida. What more of a sign do you need to know that he's attracted to you?
"Oh..." you widen your eyes, unsure how to respond. "But why didn't you tell me straight up?"
"There's no fun in that." Dazai shrugs. "I don't mind making our relationship a bit unprofessional." he winks playfully.
"A fling with a co-worker isn't worth risking my job. Especially not with a manwhore who flirts with every woman he sees." you murmur under your breath, turning away from him. Dazai hears your comment and lets out a chuckle.
"Do you think I sleep with every woman I flirt with?"
"Yes."
"Not quite. I just try to charm them to get what I want. The woman at the cafe? I just didn't have enough to pay for my tab, so I wanted to distract her and make her forget about my bill. With Sasaki? I just wanted to annoy Kunikida."
"And that's supposed to make it better? So you're probably just using me as well." you say with a frown.
"Aw, do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Dazai says with faux sympathy. "Don't worry, you're a little special to me, you know?" Those last words about how special you were made your heart soften a bit.
Dazai chuckles, making you yelp when he steals another kiss. This time, you deepen his kiss, running your hands through his soft brown hair. Dazai hooks your leg up, prompting you to wrap it around his waist.
"Dazai...stop teasing.." you moan, leaning your forehead against his and wrapping your arms around his neck in an embrace. You're finally giving up your thoughts of work, giving into your desires.
"Mm..let's take this somewhere more private. Someone might be horrified if they walk in on two people fucking on the balcony of a cruise ship." he snickers.
He scoops you up in his arms, pressing needy wet kisses to your neck as he carries you to his cozy cabin on the ship. After he twists a key in the hole, you get to witness the beauty of it; it's perfect. The room is equipped with everything: a refreshing view of the ocean, paintings on the wall, a mini-fridge, a television, and more. Fitzgerald certainly has taste.
"Can you help me unzip my dress?" you murmur meekly. Dazai reaches over, yanking the zip down with one hand. You let your dress pool to the floor. You climb into his bed, wearing nothing but a black bra and underwear. Dazai joins you while he's fully clothed, only lowering his trousers a bit to give you access.
"Can I?" you reach your hands out, eager to palm at his length. Dazai chuckles smugly and nods.
As Dazai leans back into bed, you wrap your lips around the tip, kissing it. As you run your tongue across his tight slit, licking the precum spilling out, he lets out a moan.
"Fuck, you're good at this." he exhales sharply.
With a satisfied smile, you continue to take more of him in, rolling your tongue up and down his shaft. With light touches, you start to rub his sensitive balls as you slide up and down his shaft.
Dazai couldn't be enjoying himself more. A beautiful girl sucking him off in bed while he has a splendid view of the ocean, what more could he want? His eyes slide over to your tits and ass wrapped in your lingerie, darkening with lust. He lightly rocks his hips back and forth, careful not to overwhelm you.
You start to take him till his cock head hits the back of your throat, making you moan against it. Dazai pulls out, letting out a deep breath.
"Mm, you're something else. Lie down for me, belladonna."
You lay your head on the soft pillow. Dazai starts trailing kisses up your thigh, reaching your most sensitive spot. Sliding your panties to the side, he starts slipping his tongue through your folds, making wet noises of satisfaction as he enjoys the taste. You yelp and moan.
"Ah! Feels so good." You furrow your brows, biting your lip as he tastes you. Dazai loves tasting how sweet you are, listening to your lovely moans. He traces a finger teasingly along your clit, slowly inserting it in your slit and making you squeeze hard. He was so skilled at hitting the right spots. If he fingered you any more, you would come all over him.
"Ride my face." Dazai mumbles, leaning on the bed and placing hands behind his head in relaxation. You follow through, slowly sitting on top. He grabs your hips and starts dragging you across his lips, sliding his tongue through your cunt. You're throbbing with desire at this point.
"Do you want me to put it in?" Dazai asks, to which you nod immediately. Dazai rolls over, pinning you to the bed. Lining his flushed out length with your slit, he bottoms out inside of you, exhaling as he feels how tightly you squeeze him. Your pussy is wet and warm for him.
"Oh, it's so..thick." you moan. As lanky and lean as Dazai's body is, that is how thick his girth feels. It touches you in all the right places.
"Aw, am I too big for you? You can take it, right?" he smirks, causing you to shiver.
With a teasing finger, he brushes against your sensitive nipples, feeling the nubs harden up under his fingers. He buries his face in your neck and starts kissing you as he rocks his hips slowly against you, extracting a soft moan with each motion.
"Mmh...fuck..Dazai..." you moan, slipping your tongue into his lips and enjoying the sensation.
"Keep moaning my name like that and you'll make me come too fast." Dazai says with flushed-out cheeks and a teasing smile. In the heat of the moment, the pace of his thrusts start to speed up.
He hooks your leg up on his shoulder so he can take you deeper. The sound of skin smacking skin and needy moans from the both of you fill up the room, making their way past the ocean.
"Nngh!" you moan again, closing your eyes in pleasure and wrapping your legs around him. Dazai pulls out of you, lying on his back.
"Why did you stop?" you moan, needy for more pressure inside of you.
"I didn't say we had to stop." Dazai smiles. He taps his thigh and waves his hand, signaling you to get on top. When you scoot closer, he pulls you into his lap, hands wrapped tightly around your waist.
You hold his length, rubbing it back and forth on your folds to tease him like he did to you. After Dazai loses patience, his hands move to your hips to guide you down, stretching you out again.
"A-aah!" You shift your thighs a bit, trying to get into the perfect position to ride him. You stop when you feel him hit your sensitive spot, letting out a soft moan. Dazai pinches your nipple with his finger, tapping your hip.
"Fuck, please, start moving when you're ready, belladonna." he groans. You start to rise and fall on him, letting out sweet sounds that Dazai can't get enough of. Soft whimpers that turn into loud, desperate moans as you quicken your rhythm.
"Nnngh! Osamu..." you moan long and drawn-out, making him curse under his breath. You move your fingers down to rub your clit as you ride him, until Dazai grips your wrist to stop you.
"I'll take care of that." he whispers. With a sly smile on his face, he starts massaging your clit while you ride him, pressing wet, lustful kisses to your neck as he does so. He starts thrusting upwards as you ride him to feel more of your cunt wrapped around him.
"Ah...gonna come...." you breathe, tightening your grip on his chest. He starts to rub your clit with more pressure, quickening the pace. Finally, you grind down on him once more and release your slick all over him, gasping for breath.
You moan and scream his name so loudly, you hope that the ocean waters absorb the sound somehow. When you slow down, Dazai grabs your hips and thrusts up into you, wanting to feel more of your cunt squeeze him. He hits your cervix once in the heat of the moment.
"Oh! Too much!" you cry, overstimulated by the sensation. Dazai kisses you on your cheek, stroking your hair affectionately.
With concern in his eyes, he says, "Sorry, belladonna. You just feel so good..I can't control myself." he laughs. "Let me know if I'm hurting you." He then slows down his strokes, feeling your walls pulse against him.
"It's fine." you laugh lightly, grinding down on him to savor the pressure. Dazai gently rocks his hips into you, just enough to make you feel him throb inside you, but not hurt you. Hungry, mindless fucking turns into slow-burning lust.
You drink in all the pleasurable sensations around you; the taste of wine as he kisses your lips, the breathtaking view of the ocean outside your balcony, everything.
Eager to please Dazai more, you start bouncing on him again with an unrivaled speed. Your mind wanders as you think of how to talk dirty to him in bed, turn his mind on enough to make him come fast.
"Dazai..I've wanted to do this with you for so long.." you moan in his ear.
"Yeah?" he chuckles smugly. "Tell me more."
"I think about you at night before I go to sleep." you rise and slam down on him once again before you continue your sentence. "Sometimes I want you to drag me into your office and take me on your table." you moan.
Dazai has a self-satisfied smile on his face while he's throbbing harder inside of you than ever before.
"Mm..just like that. Tell me how badly you want me." he thrusts up into you sharply, eliciting a noise that you would never want anyone in your family hearing. "Why didn't you say so?" he pinches your cheek affectionately.
"Because you're such a tease." you whine, speeding up your bounces again.
"A-ah..alright...where do you want me to come?"
"Inside." you moan. And you don't need to tell him twice. He releases warm ropes of cum inside, thrusting his hips a few more times to fuck the rest of his cum into you. You both moan simultaneously at the overwhelming pleasure of it. Finally, Dazai pulls out and presses a kiss to your lips, massaging your hips.
"That was quite an exercise. Should I get some ice cream for us from the mini-fridge?" You nod your head.
He returns with a bowl of ice cream, flopping onto the bed. He lies down so his head sits right between your breasts, casually enjoying his dessert. His phone rings. It's a call from Kunikida.
"Kunikida! What's up?" he says cheerfully.
"Dazai, where have you been, leaving in the middle of dinner? And what kind of tomfoolery are you up to, running around with your female coworker?"
"Oh! Belladonna is with me, of course. Don't sound so bitter just because you haven't been getting any lately, Kunikida." Dazai holds the phone over to your lips. "Right, bella? You were acting all shy during dinner, right? Tell him how good I fucked you."
He plants a kiss on your cheek, lighting up with joy at how flustered you get at the crude comment. As you get up to leave, reaching for your dress that Dazai slipped you out of, Dazai grabs your hand.
“Don’t leave. Spend the night with me here in my room.” he says with a charming smile, pressing a kiss to your hand. And so you do. How could you resist that?
♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!dazai, vaginal sex, mirror sex, praise, some teasing, little bit of biting, unprotected sex, mentions of a creampie
♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.4k+
𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄. it’s so embarrassing. you feel like hiding but there’s nowhere for you to go. not when you’re in dazai’s lap with your legs wide open in front of one of your long floor mirrors.
“what’s with that shy look huh?” dazai asks with a teasing tone. he’s speaking so casually that you may have forgotten that it was his cock stuffing you full of you weren’t being forced to look at the reflection of it. “don’t you like seeing yourself”.
your answer comes out in the form of an action. unable to stare at yourself anymore, your gaze shifts away oh but dazai won’t be having that. immediately he’s softly yet firmly grabbing your chin and directing your attention back to the mirror.
“now, now, don’t be like that” he coos, thrusting up into you a little faster. that only makes your ordeal worse. now not only are you forced to watch his dick slip in and out of you, glistening with your slick, but now you can hear the sloppy noises you’d cunt is making. “i don’t see what the issue is” dazai continued. “you’re beautiful. don’t you see that?”.
all you can do is whimper as he lets go of your jaw and uses this same hand to reach down and rub circles over your clit. he’s really not trying to mock you. you truly were the most beautiful thing in this world. the only reason he didn’t want to leave it. was it so wrong for him to want you to see what he saw?
“tell you what” dazai hums, licking at your neck. “you keep those gorgeous eyes on your pretty little pussy and i’ll make you cum. how does that sound, darling?”.
you manage to utter out a choked “o-okay”. seeming pleased at your compliance, dazai starts bouncing you on his cock a little faster. he’s impressed by how well you stay loyal to the agreement. there are times where you look like you want to turn your head but your need to cum overpowers your humiliation.
before long dazai feels your gummy walls convulsing around him. “oh? is my sweet darling about to cum?” he muses. “we’ll that’s okay. you’ve earned it. go ahead”.
moaning in relief, you take advantage of the granted permission. not holding yourself back in the slightest, you make a mess all over dazai’s length. all the while he’s whispering sweet nothings to you as he gives your earlobe an affectionate nibble.
“that’s it. very good. you saw your face didn’t you? look so pretty when you cum” dazai praises, not pausing his thrusts. “uh, uh, don’t look away just yet” dazai tsks when your head falls forward tiredly. “we’re not done. keep those eyes glued to your reflection until i cum too. 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐃”.
Hello its me again, flora! my old blog pussydrunkfyodor was terminated, so i am starting over here. this also means that my kinktober i had planned will likely have to be altered timeline wise, as i will need to spend the time rebuilding my blog. i plan to get out the same fics as promised before, but i cant promise a specific timeline. i really appreciate your guys' flexibility, and i love all of you who interact with my content so, so much. as a thank you, there will likely be some bonus hcs and fics thrown in too. love you all💕
reminder: all fics are 18+, minors DNI!!
☆ FIC ONE: Anything for You (Fyodor) ☆
your mate fyodor is in heat, and he is very, very needy.(omegaverse, omega!fyodor, fingering, fluff)
☆ FIC TWO: Best Friend's Brother (Chuuya) ☆
you and chuuya have a complicated past. what happens when you're forced to be in the same room? (semi-public sex, hate sex)
☆ FIC THREE: Pretty Girl Like You (Fyodor) ☆
fyodor always said he didn't want kids, not that he didn't want to make kids. (breeding kink, overstimulation)
☆ FIC FOUR: Don't Tell a Soul (Dazai) ☆
dazai cannot get his mouth off you, even at work. (cunnulingus, public sex, name calling)
☆ FIC FIVE: Fall Apart for Me (Fyodor) ☆
fyodor loves you, but he would do anything to make you cry. (dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation, breeding)
