rose

18 • she/her

[rosezai]

you can find me at pinkrosettes on ao3, i likely won't import my fics because reformatting them gives me a headache. dazai x reader fics coming soon trust🤞

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[mouthfroth]

‧˚꒰🩹꒱༘‧— nsfw ⊹ ࣪ ˖ oddly specific sex things—dazai x fem!reader — chuuya ver here

making you gush after your orgasm. after your orgasm rips through you, leaving your pussy clenching and fluttering in hypersensitive spasms, he doesn't stop right away—instead, he keeps you spread wide and ruined, softly kissing you at as he starts tapping his fingers lightly against your swollen clit and soaked folds, each little smack sending jolts of overwhelming pleasure through your overstimulated nerves—forcing fresh, uncontrollable gushes of your slick to squirt out in messy sprays that soak his hand and the sheets beneath you. he loves the way your hips jerk and your thighs tremble uncontrollably—it's either his fingers, or him rubbing his sensitive, leaking tip up and down your puffy slit, smearing your cum and his all over your abused hole before slapping it firmly against your clit a few times, the wet, filthy sounds echoing as it makes you gush even harder, your pussy lips parting obscenely with every sensitive twitch and spurt as he circles his cockhead right over your hole without pushing in, teasing the raw nerves until you're sobbing and flooding again.

kissing you through your orgasms. the moment your body shudders, he pins his hips flush to yours, and instantly his mouth is on yours with a hard, wanton moan. you come up for air? he drags you right back down. your lips get swollen, slick, red. your tongue slides against his with sloppy, wet sounds as his hips stutter against your soaked thighs. his teeth catches your lip lightly, pulling a bit before letting it go with a gentle smack. and as the peak drags out and your body starts to melt, his kisses slow—turning languid and indulgent, soft plush lips sucking gently at yours, still buried to the hilt inside your pulsing heat while he savors every aftershock. he might not admit it but he needs it. he needs your mouth on his.

fucked out under your touch. he's fucked silly, fucked you silly, and god does he get so pretty during and after—his eyes get glassy, kiss-bruised lips parted as he pants prettily above (or under) you, body twitching with aftershocks. his hair is damp with sweat, his bangs are out of his face, strands clinging to his temples—and he just looks so beautiful. it's so obvious how pussy-drunk he is—his pupils are blown, his face flushed a dewy red, and his eyes gleam with lust and something more. you stare up at him dreamily, taking him in. his long lashes flutter as he tries to compose himself under your loving gaze, heat creeps up his neck as if it's too much for him—he tries not to fuck your snug walls again because you're still sensitive, but his hips always betray him—he'll end up grinding his cum deeper into you until it's dripping out around his cock.

hands on the mattress. you have a thing for his slender, pretty hands (don't we all.)—the way they look so elegantly long and graceful, yet hold surprising strength, veins subtly tracing beneath his skin, hands that make your pulse race every time they brush your body. he knows, you know he knows. so he uses them. during sex, his finger teasingly sneak up your palm before lacing them together in that possessive, intimate grip. he grinds your joined hands slowwwly into the mattress with every snap of his hips—his bony digits squeezing yours while your walls clench around his cock. if he's taking you from behind, he drapes himself over you as his fingers trail along the back of your hand, before they wove though yours as his lips seal over your neck. he lives for the sensation—the way your hand tightens in his as each wave of pleasure blooms through you, nails digging into the back of his, or the way your grip loosens afterwards when you feel relaxed, thumb rubbing little circles over his skin—all makes his chest tighten.

not pulling away from your pussy. there's this thing dazai does when he's desperate and eating you out. he doesn't pull back. like, at all. his moans vibrate straight into your throbbing clit, low and filthy that make your hips buck against his mouth, the wet, obscene sounds of him sucking and slurping mixing with your desperate cries. even when he gets too carried away, his breaths coming in desperate, high, overwhelmed puffs, lungs burning for air, he doesn’t pull away an inch—he presses his nose harder against your mound while his hot exhales fan over your dripping cunt. the relentless vibrations from his groans send shockwaves through your core, pushing you closer to the edge as he devours you messily, tongue fucking into your tight hole and lips sealed tight around your swollen clit, refusing to stop until you’re shaking and gushing all over his chin.

"shutting" you up when you get too loud. not because he doesn't want to hear you—it's simply to feel your moans, to make you lose it—he crashes his mouth over yours in a filthy, desperate kiss—wet, sloppy, and deep—tongue fucking into your mouth while his cock drives into you harder. spit slicks down your chin as he swallows every whimper and cry like he’s starving for them. or he slides two fingers past your lips, forcing them deep onto your tongue while he rails you. you suck, moaning loudly around his digits, drooling on his knuckles, eyes rolling back as your cunt clenches around his cock so hard it makes his pace falter—his fingers thrust in time with his cock like he’s claiming both your holes at once—it never works though. every attempt just gets you louder, wetter, filthier. and maybe.. that's the whole reason he does it.

breathless laughs. there's this point when you're having sex, and he's seeing stars. especially if you're riding him like you're trying to suck his soul outta his cock. your hips lift and slam down into him, taking his cock over and over before he can even register the thursts, soft thighs tight around his waist—moaning and babbling his name repeatedly like he's something holy. and oh, he's memorized. so much that eventually he just gives up on trying to slow you down or worse, hold himself back and keep up his mask. he throws his head back onto the pillow, running his hand through his messy locks, letting out this breathless, delirious chuckle—like he's in heaven and is getting his blessings, "fuuuck 'bella, you're so good, so fucking good-", it doesn't take long before he follows it up with another chocked, drawn-out moan that makes heat pool deliciously in your tummy. you swear you could cum from his voice alone.

♡𐙚ּ ֶָ֢.

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[osamusghxst]

I need a minific of the reader giving dazai a flower. He doesn't look like he receives them ofte.

he definitely doesn't receive flowers nearly as often as he should, considering he hands them out constantly.

A bouquet is sitting neatly on your desk, beautifully arranged, and you didn't necessarily know who exactly was getting them for you, but you had a hunch. It's compiled of luscious petals, fully bloomed and vibrant hues of pinks, yellows, whites, and the deep green of the leaves contrasting expertly against them. You sigh, wistful, seeing these mysterious flowers pop up every now and then, no one bothering to fess up on if they did it - alas, it's a case you don't intend to solve if it meant continuing to be greeted with a fresh bundle to make your day brighter.

"These look lovelier than the last," Kyouka remarks, leaning over to peek at each individual flower. She leans in a bit closer to bury her nose in them, inhaling deeply at the sweet scent, and sighs heavily. "You still haven't found out who is giving them to you?" You shake your head, still wearing your grateful smile, fingers coming out to gingerly mess with the blue ribbon neatly tied around the vase.

"No, but I don't mind. Whoever is gifting them to me must know I love them regardless to keep doing so," you blush slightly, the realization hitting you that you have a secret admirer, and you have never felt more special.

"Oh, wouldn't you look at that," Fukuzawa stops long enough to admire your flowers as well, hands tucked away in his draping sleeves, and he exchanges a friendly smile with you. "Another bouquet? You must be quite loved." He bows his head to both you and Kyouka before stepping away, preparing for a client meeting, and letting that comment settle in your bones. It is the fourth month in a row that you have received these gorgeous gifts two to three times a week, and you haven't been able to figure out who has been doing it - again, you have a theory, but it isn't solid. Baseless, really.

"I wish someone would give me flowers," she pouts, her semi-monotonous voice changing in tone to reflect her envy. While it is said in passing, a mere outward thought, it does spark a bit of an idea for you, a way to try to see if you can find your admirer. As you mull it over, clicking your pen, a candid tune whistles its way into the room, belonging to the agency's troublemaker, hands in his pockets as he strolls in, and his feet automatically carry over to your desk, just as they do every other day.

"Oh, sweetheart, these are stunning!" Dazai sings, taking a longing look at your bouquet, and you watch the side of his face as small smile forms on his lips, and his eyes visibly soften, flickering in your direction. "Someone seems to have a huge crush on you." He chuckles, standing back up straight and leaning against the edge. You gaze up at him, head tilting, the corner of your mouth turning up some.

"Mr. Dazai, you're a good detective," Kyouka turns to face him, garnering his full attention. "Do you think you can help us find out who is gifting the flowers to them?" She gestures to the vase, looking at him expectantly, as if he has all the answers in the world. He hums, eyes sliding toward the soft petals, then back to her, avoiding you entirely.

"I'm sure if I set a trap, I could catch the culprit easy," he entertains, finally locking gazes with you, and something about him seems... lighter lately. His cheeks have more color somehow. "Would you like me to find out for you?" You shake your head.

"No, I worry they'll stop," you murmur, sheepish, smile now shy. "I like them a lot, I'd hate for this to be the last time I receive them." His eyes flash momentarily before closing, bowing his head toward you.

"But of course. I'd hate for that to happen to you too."

The next day comes, and you decide to enact your plan, stopping by the flower shop before work, and getting the prettiest flowers you could lay your eyes on. Upon stepping into the office, you're immediately met with a fresh new bouquet of the deepest shade of freshly cut red roses you have ever seen, and your cheeks flush to match. Suddenly, your peonies are meaningless. Your eyes dart to Ranpo, who is sitting at it his desk occupied by his handheld, leaning back in his chair, and you're well aware it's pointless to try asking if he knew anything - he's in his 'don't bother me' position.

"You brought flowers too?" Kyouka walks up to you, eyes glued to your bouquet, silently admiring how beautiful the blush pink is, itching to ask for one herself. You snap out of it, granting her a friendly grin as you carefully pluck one stem out, handing it to her.

"Yes, here's one for you, Miss Kyouka," you watch her already big eyes grow wider, hand hesitantly coming up to take it from you, before flashing you a grateful beam.

"Thank you so much! I'm gonna show Atsushi!" She takes off in the other direction, rushing up to her colleague's desk, and shows him the flower she has finally been granted. You can't help your gaze flitting off to the striking red bundle in the middle of the room, placed neatly on the corner of your desk, like all the others before; as always, there's no note, just a blue ribbon tied in a delicate bow around the crystal vase, and you wish you knew if this meant what you thought it did.

Again, it would have to wait, since you are on a mission to fluster the gifter as much as they've flustered you. You go around the agency, handing a peony to everyone present, watching all of their reactions closely, but no one is acting nearly to the level as you do every morning you have a new bouquet of flowers. You even ensured to give one to Ranpo and Fukuzawa, who both were pleased to receive such a thoughtful and pretty gift, but you already know it was neither of them - it'd be too suspicious if you excluded them.

Coincidentally, you were left with one flower left, everyone accounted for having one sitting on their desk or in a small vase. All except Dazai. As you do another once over of the room, you realize he isn't there, and your brows furrow at his absence, swearing you had seen him earlier while passing stems out; however, that mysterious enigma of a man is nowhere to be found.

You shuffle off toward the break room, peeking in, only to see a few straggling secretaries talking amongst themselves as they prepare their coffee, and you take that as your cue to continue on. You glance here and there in different rooms, not seeing lingering bodies, definitely not his, until you catch the door leader up the stairs to the roof is propped open at the end of the hall. Your steps quicken involuntarily, climbing the staircase to the top, and see that door is propped open too.

Carefully you push it open, ensuring it stays open, eyes roaming until you spot the familiar trenchcoat draped over his shoulders as his back faces you, seeming to be lost in thought while he sits on an elevated ledge. You quietly walk up to it, the flower behind your back, and peek up at him, seeing the side of his face, and he appears to be elsewhere completely.

"Hey, Dazai," you gently call, but he doesn't react, aside from a smile forming that you catch in real time.

"Hi, sweetheart," he responds, never tearing his eyes away from his view.

"What're you doing up here?"

"Wanted some fresh air, time to think," he finally turns his head to address you, extending his hand out to help you climb up to sit beside him. Once hoisted up, you huff under your breath, plopping down, and he eyes the flower between your fingers.

"I got your roses," you blurt, staring ahead, to make yourself seem as aloof as him. It's not a total shot in the dark, but it isn't a confident guess either.

"Roses?" He plays coy, leaning back on his palms, head falling back to stare up at the sky. "I'd never give you roses. They're overused, cliche. Practically meaningless." He lists off all the reasons why he would never dare to gift you a bouquet of roses, and your brow lifts, head whipping in his direction. "Those, my darling, are carnations." He corrects, tone dropping down to a soft quiet, and his head lulls back to face you. You falter, not expecting him to confess this quickly that he, in fact, has been your secret admirer. You had your doubts, considering he was so good at pretending he had no idea about them, the thought of him coming in early to have them ready before anyone else never crossing your mind since he is always late and meandering about.

"Don't fret, it can stay between us, and I can keep leaving you flowers," he reassures, batting his lashes, and your heart flutters. Your line of sight drops down to the remaining peony, twirling it gingerly between your fingers, and he hums. "And who is that for? Someone else becoming my competition?" He asks so easily, as if anyone could actually compare, let alone compete.

"No," you shake your head, scooting closer to him, snapping some of the length off the stem until it was a short nub. He watches you do this, the pieces being tossed to the side, then is struck dumb when he feels your fingers gently tuck the flower in his ear. He maintains his cool composure, but the blood rushing to his cheeks gives him away. "Perfect." You whisper, framing some pieces of his hair more, hoping to make it secure. "The color makes your eyes pop." You compliment, and his lips part, gearing up to say something corny, arrogant, or even gratitude, but he's at a loss.

"Don't fret if you see everyone else with these peonies," you mimic his turn of phrase, his suddenly bright amber irises scouring every centimeter of your features. "They're all for you. Reminding you of me whenever you see them in someone else's hand." You lightly tap his nose, and he runs short on breathing, the language of flowers turning on him now, you playing him at his own game, and that organ hidden in his chest that he can so easily control is erratic. "You look cute with flowers in your hair, Dazai. Maybe I'll make you a flower crown one day." You giggle, deciding his silence is a good segue to slip back to the ground, scurrying off before you could embarrass yourself or have him say anything too flustering.

His fingers come up to cautiously touch the petals, caught off guard, and he wants to figure out how exactly to preserve this peony to stay in perfect condition forever to keep wearing, just so you can look at him like he is the only thing you'd ever want to pick in field for the rest of his life.

cutie pie :(

- ghxst

tag list//: @dazaisfavoritemistake @luanniidae @starr3i @grubluunch

[rosezai]

Hc of the day: 34+35 w/ Dazai (fem reader)

i just feel like dazai would f heavily with 69

like he gets to eat you out and be sucked off at the same time?? yes pls

if you're on top he will definitely squeeze and smack your ass

imagine lifting your hips to tease him and he sticks out his tongue trying to chase your pussy UGH what a pretty, needy boy

[moncoeurbrise]

"𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼—𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓽 "

⋆𖤓⋆˚࿔ synopsis: sea, salt, sun, and a coy brunette wrapped around your finger.

taglist / warning: 18+ content, nsfw, suggestive, eventual smut, angst ending, sorry not sorry makeout sessions, doomed relationship, repeated phrases are on purpose, the author is very sad and hates nostalgia, dazai is his own warning.

a/n at the end of work

Kissed, but only by the sun. Hiding under the sand, that felt like a warm hug.

  Being an illuminated muse under the rays, as the waves crashed along the shore—but drowning under someone else's gentle touch by night.

            Evening had fallen upon the city's coastline. The sunset reflected into the vast ocean that laid out in front of him.

  Truly, it was a sight to see—though, he preferred to watch the one that stood in front of him. Far in the distance. 

A seemingly small grin plastered across his face, as he rested his head against the palm of his hand. 

    Far enough, his attention drifted to the other side of the beach. The music that was coming from your side, more specifically

  It wasn't the loud upbeat music, or the splashing waters, but rather the way you didn't dance for anyone, only doing so for the joy it brought.

  Chasing the beat that thumped inside your heart. 

    Though, he wasn't a fool either. 

Not planning to rush in, hoping he wouldn't play the same mistake others made—he assumed you weren't in any relationship solely off the fact that the group you were with seemed to be a close set of friends, cheering you on.

  Watching how you shined more brightly to his eye against the soft sunlight, rather than the shades of deep orange mixing in with the vibrant rose colors. 

  Instead, he leaned back into a more comfortable position. 

      And then he saw another person, in similar attire—a close friend, he assumed, grab your hand abruptly and raise it up to the stars. 

Moving back and forth, footsteps matching yours, kicking the sand around.

  His interest peaked further, seeing how this friend of yours let you go in a quick, fast paced twirl. 

And you moved—moved with no boundaries. 

  You let the voices around you face into the background noise of the crashing shoreline. Hearing the music vibrating deep in your chest. 

  The thin white cover-up flowed like linen sheets in the wind. Some parts of it clinging to the dampened skin from the salted waters, scrunching at the curvature of your hips. 

The see-through fabric contrasting to the bright blue strings on your shoulder that made a small knotted bow in the back of your neck. 

  Catching wandering eyes along the coastline as you moved your hips in motions of small circles. Sinking low in with your movements—hand sliding down your own thigh, tracing the tempting path everyone else wanted to take. 

  Unattainable, even at arms length.

  Everytime you arched your back—everytime you let your head fall back to expose the long, deep line of your neck to the salted air, was daring him to come up to you in that instant. 

    Rolling your hips, knees bending to lower yourself down, hands on your waist. 

Head tilting back as an unexpected laugh came out—bringing yourself back up after nearly falling on the damp sand you were walking across to.

        You had caught his eye amongst the crowds—despite the amount of women who—while he knew, pretended to ignore their presence and glances. 

    When you're here, moving like that—inducing himself into a dream-world state with your view. How could he not want to stare at you forever? 

    He was observing how you were starting to get more in touch with your own feelings. 

The way you looked up at your friends with a playful bite to your lower lip—and a small wink sent separately to your friend as you approached another one who seemed to be dozing off. 

Wrapping your arms around their upper torso, pulling at them towards your direction. 

  Losing balance once the rising waves hit the back of your foot, and seconds later, dragged your friend down onto the incoming tidal crash. 

After the harmless attack, he kept watching as you stood up again, with grains of sand sticking to the sides of your face. 

  The sound of your laughter soon followed afterwards, though your friend on the other hand was spitting out the salt that she tasted on her lips. 

          The seagulls' cawings were heard in the distant palm trees, and the joyous screams of others around became invisible. 

After gaining your composure back, you were suddenly pulled to the side—hiding behind the group, as your friend leaned into your ear to whisper something, until the same group started to disperse again into different places. 

  She spoke the last word softly into your ear, hand covering her mouth from the side before pulling back and looking at you—and then in sync, finding the same “man” whom was referring to.

  After searching, your eyes finally caught him red handed after spotting him staring directly in your direction. 

  For a quick second—before breaking eye contact, you took in his presence. 

His laidback pose, abdomen slightly flexing through the fabric of his summer button-up, and glasses pushing his hair back—a few strands loosely falling onto his face. 

Fuck, he's hot.

    You swallowed in your nerves, completely ignoring the words of your friend—hoping he hadn't seen the way your cheeks flushed slightly through the confident facade you were putting up.

        Eventually, the soft sunset had dimmed to its lower, deeper shades. 

  You stood upright, stretching your arms outwards. “Let's go, I'm tired already.” You said, demanding almost as you brushed off the sand off your skin with slight uneasiness—still pretending that you didn't see him staring at you. 

    You were the ocean, and he was willing to drown in it. 

  Deciding to wait until the last moment to finally approach you. 

Though, he didn't even ask for your socials, but instead your phone number. 

  “Osamu Dazai, what about you?” He said, holding out his phone to you with a smile plastered across his face.

  Intrigued, you took his phone and typed the number in. Wondering to see where this would lead to.

  At first, your usual routine didn't change much.

  Until he started to step in more, taking up most of your week. 

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  Your phone remained untouched the entire night—lying on the bedside of your nightstand.

Sleek tall stone concrete walls, surrounded by tropical plants potted in a large muted pot

  Several notifications spamming each second—messages, videos received, a few phone calls. 

  Though only one name stood out from the rest. He knew he didn't have to send more than one message to catch your attention. 

A small but devious grin widened across your  face, clicking your tongue against the top roof of your mouth. Amused.

  What could he possibly want this time now?

  Another outing? Drinks by the beachfront? 

Regardless, you opened his message, leaving it open to read. But never replying

  Instead, you wanted to taunt him—by sending a quick selfie of yourself laying in bed. 

    Stomach flat on the bed, backside dipping in at the spine's natural arch. Displaying back at you, looking at the pic for a couple more seconds—hesitating for a bit, right before sending it. 

      Nearly two hours have gone by. Leaning over your kitchen island counter, in the dimly lit place. The warm ochre hues of the ambient lighting setting a tranquil mood—stretching out with a loud groan, until the sound of your doorbell rang throughout.

  Immediately, letting your arms fall to your side, stepping closer to the door. 

Though, not even daring to peep through the window on the side as usual.

  Knowing who was likely behind that door. 

    Even so, right before unlocking the door, you hurriedly ran over to the mirror hanging on the wall—tidying up your appearance, and then heading back over. 

  Upon opening the door, were you greeted by that same cheesy smile you were now familiar with. 

    He walked in—without shame, rushing to cup your face in his hands after closing the door behind him.  

Giggling under him as his lips crashed onto yours. 

  Head tilting backwards—back hitting the closest wall with a loud thud, and one leg hitching up as his hands traveled down to your ass.

  His knee nudging in between your legs,  sending that bolting electric feeling down your spine as he caused more friction. 

His possessiveness grasp never leaving, getting much of what he held of you. “What was that stunt you pulled back there?” He pulled back, leaning his face down to stare at you with his dark brown eyes—and a slight curve of his lip, trying to withhold a devious smirk.

  “What are you talking about?” You asked him, tilting your head down and looked at him through your fluttering lashes. “I didn't do anything!” You smiled slightly onto the shell of his ear as you got closer, head falling over his shoulder as the small giggle left your mouth. 

  “Yeah right,” His hands began to wander all over. Grasping at your upper waist, or wrapping around your hips bringing you closer to him. 

  Deepening the kiss, ignoring how the candles in the room flickered as they matched the same passionate flame that was in between you and him. 

“,God I fucking missed you.” 

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          One today, and another tomorrow— there was no limit to the greed that was consuming

  Through Dazai’s perspective, he'd describe you as an intelligent woman, but cunning. 

Sharp, always focused on your own desires. 

  The sun always seemed to shine in your favor either way.

    A captivating silhouette that would draw eyes over—so much so, they wouldn't hesitate to get down on their knees even if you just looked their way.

Yet, stomach sinking as people looked over, commenting on the way you appeared to the outsider’s eye. 

  After a while, Dazai figured that most people confused your kindness for a flirtatious expression. 

Expecting to get something out of it, they’d pursue right behind you—even if it was clear you were ‘near’ with someone; who stood right beside.

  But he wasn't jealous; rather amused. 

  Knowing that by the end of the night, you'd be in his bedroom leaving scratches on his broad shoulders that matched the same ones he left on your jaw.

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    “Look at you, clenching your fucking thighs.” Dazai emphasized the last part, slightly smacking the side of your ass. His tongue begins to lick your sex from the last round, trickling down your legs. 

Trailing from your bruised neck, stopping at your stomach to leave more marks, and then following down your stomach to your trembling cunt.

  The wetness of his tongue felt ecstatic. Heat radiating off your skin, needing more of him as he continued—though you didn't want to admit it and keep playing a fool to his face.

His arms hugged around your body as he flipped you over, pushing your thighs up to your chest as he hooked your legs around his shoulder blades. 

His body leaning in, his hardened boner slightly grazing over your wet cunt—tip teasing your folds. 

“Ngh~ Dazai-“ Your cheeks felt hot—embarrassed and ashamed from the last couple of rounds.

You nudged your face slightly into the pillows beside you, before he could grab your chin with his index and thumb fingers—gently, but then roughly turning your flushed, teary face over to look at him again. 

“What did I say? We are alone after all-“ He inched closer, nose nearly brushing against yours. “-Keep your eyes on me, doll.” 

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    He loved everything about you

  Skin glowing under the sun, cheeks burning—slightly flushed from the radiating heat, though the ocean cools you off later on. 

Seeing how the drops of water fell from your face, dripping down to your collarbone. 

  His teeth, nibbling at your neck. Dragging out soft whimpers as you tilted your head backwards, eyes rolling back as his hands made their way to squeeze your waist firmly. 

  If he could, he’d leave bites on every inch of your body if it was possible.

  But whenever he’d pulled his shirt off—you’d see the smaller ones you’d leave on his abdomen, following down his happy trail, and perhaps the same lipstick still smudged from earlier. 

On his back, were the red scratches against his sharp, lean figure.

  Proudly, he’d drive you around the coastline roads with the hood of the car down—his arm rested over your shoulder, and his other on the steering wheel. 

  Soft golden brown curls flying wildly in the wind's direction—the ocean’s mist spraying him occasionally at the waves kept crashing against the rocks below. Hugging you closer to him to prevent you from getting wet. 

  The ends of his hair, especially the ones in the front, would stick to the rim edges of his polarized sunglasses.

      If only others saw you through his eyes, unknowing that you were anything but whatever people said you were. 

Known as a wild girl—always desired by many but feeling pushed away from the nonsense situations they tried to compromise with you. 

Dazai knew that you didn't like anyone telling you what to do, unexpectedness was just as thrilling as the late nights at his house. 

  Though, something felt strange about him. For some reason, you felt almost scared of your own treatment being played back on you. 

Was he one to tame you? Or were you just letting him think he was? 

  Dazai knew a little more stuff about you than what most men preferred to indulge in. 

Terrifying a bit, to know that someone actually cared for what your interests were.  

Regardless, there were times where Dazai was left questioning your love for him, at night in his empty bed—his palm resting over his head.

After all, anything he never wanted to lose was always lost.

          No one was quite sure who made you into the person you are today. 

Some blamed the people you surrounded yourself with. 

But never those who dared—dared trying to change you.

      In the end, Dazai unfortunately was out of the picture. 

  And other men came rushing with their staggering, grand bouquets. In hopes of winning your heart. 

  The sun rose in your favor with each passing day. But the unfamiliar feeling that kept tugging at your chest was foreign—heavy. Were you feeling guilty now?

  If he had really been playing his way with your heart—the way you thought he might’ve been doing, then it was no mistake returning the favor? But was that the right decision? 

  A multitude of bouquets filled your arms, your favorite shade of a particular flower—though, they meant nothing to you if they didn't know how to handle the thorns that came with them. 

a/n: is it obvious i miss summer?

i genuinely dont know why i wrote this—i had gone to the same rock beach earlier that this was inspired by, and thought of this idea ;(

this also wasnt originally supposed to be in english, but i changed my mind

[fanon-canon-idfk]

Vampire male reader with Dazai ohh I need this comeback

Not the same one as the one shot fic just imagines:

His hands are so pretty. Boney and delicate like he’d never bared the recoil of a gun again his palms. So imagine being his vampire lover, kissing his hand in the private intimacy of your shared bedroom, then softly biting at his knuckles. After looking to the flustered expression on his face you only continued, gliding your fangs across the thin skin until he experimentally hooks his pointer finger around one of them. He admires the piercing tooth like a work of art, not the deadly weapon it is. Or perhaps that’s why it was art to him.

Imagine just being so hungry but never getting the time alone to get a bite. You weren’t allowed to bite strangers anymore since joining the agency, you forgot your blood packs at home that day, and Dazai was choosing today of all days to actually do his work! You weren’t the type to nag and complain so you left it alone, but you were still internally sulking in need. Imagining the way you’d steal the viscous liquid straight from Dazai’s veins when you were alone and he welcomed it.

Imagine finally getting home and just hugging him from behind before he could fully slip his coat off, bunched at his elbows in a painfully pretty way. You buried yourself into his collar, silently begging for permission to finally feed that day. He chuckles casually, like it was endearing to have a blood sucking monster begging for his blood as domestically as a pet.

Imagine how he’d drag you to your shared bedroom, pulling you on top of him as he undid his bandages painfully slow. He would cup the nape of your neck once he was finally done, pulling you to his neck and wrapping his other arm over your shoulders like he was cradling your head. His fingers would grip tightly at your scalp and nails would dig into your shirt as he felt your fangs pierce his skin just by the pulse point. He hardly let out a sound, just sharply taking in a breath because he was used to it.

Imagine how, despite hating pain, his thighs would tighten around you, holding you closer. How he’d hum unconsciously at the slightly pleasant feeling of your lips on his neck, imagining it more as the forming of a hickey than just feeding you. But, in that same right, he loved being the one who fed you. He was used to feeling expendable, like his life didn’t matter. He found bliss in that for a while. That was until he experienced how nice it was to be called upon when you needed him and then tenderly cared for after being drank from because it was more than just carnal need between you two, but emotional as well.

Imagine how he’d sigh tiredly as you pulled away from his neck, only to pepper gentle apology kisses to the now-dried-out wound. How you wouldn’t stop there because you felt he deserved to feel more loved than that. How you’d help him out of his work clothes and into your baggy shirt and some pajama pants after a nice bath (since he was too lightheaded to stand), then just continued the worship from there. Kissing along his scarred arms and thighs, even his stomach just to watch the way it would tense as he flushed.

The night wouldn’t end there as you’d of course have to make him a nutrient heavy meal to help him get his strength back the next day but when it did end he’d be right back in your arms. Safe in the clutches of a monster.

[mqdilen]

⭒ .๋ ࣭ ⊹ ˖ 「𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.」

fandom.: bungou stray dogs

synopsis.: yosano is obsessed with your breasts, so naturally she can’t take her hands off you for too long

pairing.: akiko yosano x afab!reader

cw.: !nsfw! established relationship, soft dom yosano, fingering, pet names, (light) orgasm denial, nipple sucking, kind of vulgar language

word count.: 1k (approximate reading time: four minutes)

og req here

yosano’s smile grows the moment she sees you step out of your shared bedroom, struggling to clasp the necklace around your neck. she doesn’t move to help you. not yet. her gaze drifts, lingering on your lips, then lower, pausing with clear appreciation.

your breasts look delectable in that crimson dress.

“my, my,” she says with a playful lilt. “it’s good you didn’t wear that on our first date. i wouldn’t have been able to keep my eyes off you.”

with a small smile, you throw her a playful pose—exaggerated and unserious, though the way your dress hugs your figure makes her question your intentions. the deep v-neck of your dress plunges dramatically to your midriff, framing your chest just right. yosano raises an eyebrow but steps closer, amused.

“now you’re really teasing me, aren’t you, sweet?”

her hands find your hips with practiced ease, pulling you in. they slide up slowly, caressing your waist, fingers grazing the edges of your ribs. a small shiver runs through you.

“we’re already late, you know,” you remind her softly, arms wrapping around her neck.

yosano hums. “what’s going to change in a few more minutes?” her tone is light, but the intensity in her gaze is noticeable. “we’ll just say we were late for fashionable reasons. i’m sure the others will understand once they see you. i mean, look at you,” she brushes her lips against the shell of your ear. “you’re stunning.”

a warm flush spreads across your cheeks, and you press your lips to hers in response, your breath catching as her mouth welcomes you. the kiss is deep but restrained, careful not to smudge your lipstick, though you feel her desire through every soft movement of her lips.

your tongues meet, brushing against each other in a slow and deliberate manner. not a clash, but more of a glide; it’s slick, warm, and impossibly intimate, yet still feeling desperate. her hands stay on your waist, grounding you in the moment as you melt into her. then one hand drifts higher.

fingertips slip along the edge of your dress’s neckline, dipping just beneath the plunge, but never fully past the fabric. a gasp slips past your lips as she finds your breast, her touch light but palpable, thumb circling your perk nipple through the thin material. the dress does little to dull the heat beneath her irresistible touch.

you tighten your grip around her neck, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling away to catch your breath, lips slightly parted. your breaths mingle but yosano doesn’t stop.

her lips trail along your jaw, slow and reverent, before finding the tender space beneath your ear. she kisses you there, then lower, where your pulse becomes palpable beneath her mouth.

“i really don’t think we have time for this,” you whisper, breathlessly, but your voice lacks conviction.

she doesn’t answer. instead, she gently presses you back until your spine meets the bedroom door. the mild impact rocks your chest forward, enough to make your breasts bounce, caught by the tension of your dress. yosano chuckles low at the sight.

“that’s a view,” she murmurs, brushing her thumb again over your nipple, her gaze filled with desire. you let your head fall back, lips parting in a quiet whimper. and that’s when her other hand slides down, fingers gliding beneath the blessed slit of your dress and over the bare skin of your inner thigh. her hand stills.

“oh?” she breathes, tone rich with amusement. “what’s this, hm? no underwear?”

you glance down, your voice stammering slightly, “well, you could see the outline of it through the dress...”

yosano’s smile deepens, slow and sweetly wicked. “mm, i see. well, not that i’m complaining.” her fingers roll your clit in slow circles, coaxing out more suppressed moans as your body arches toward her.

your hands begin to wander aimlessly wanting to offer her some kind of pleasure in return for the overwhelming kind she’s giving you. still, you’re not sure your touch could ever compare to hers. but the fact that you’re trying is enough of a comfort—at least to you.

yosano’s hand finally slips past the plunge of your dress. she cups your breast gently, but firmly, squeezing with purpose. then, she pushes the fabric of your dress aside, exposing the plum flesh while her mouth trails kisses impossibly lower.

her lips find your perk nipple eventually, and she begins to suck on it. her tongue swirls over the tender bud, coating it with her saliva as she occasionally bites down on it, drawing a sharp gasp from you. your eyes roll back, and your knees begin to tremble as you feel your impending orgasm grows closer.

she can feel the way your muscles tense up and chuckles lowly against your skin, her mouth leaving your nipple with a wet parting sound. she pulls her hand away from your clit, her fingers slick with your cum.

the sudden loss of friction leaves you reeling, and you whine in disappointment as your orgasm slips away. “why’d you stop?” you ask, panting, and with a small pout. yosano doesn’t answer right away. instead, she raises her hand, fingers glistening, and offers them to you with a look that says everything.

you blush a little at the implied gesture, but reluctantly part your lips and take her fingers into your mouth, cleaning them slowly, as you taste yourself on her skin.

“now, now,” she murmurs, watching you closely. “we wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty dress, would we?” you swirl your tongue around her fingers the same way she did to your nipple, the corner of her mouth lifting. “such a good girl.”

your blush deepens at her words, and yosano eventually pulls her fingers from your mouth before leaning in for a kiss, wanting to get a taste of you. this time, she doesn’t care if she smudges your lipstick.

“it’s cruel to spoil one and neglect the other… i’ll make it fair later,” she whispers sensually against your ear while fixing your dress, giving you a teasing smile as her hand grazes the breast she didn’t get to. “sound good?”

you nod, still a little breathless, already hoping the two of you can slip away early. because the sticky heat between your thighs definitely isn’t going to fade on its own.

note.: my bbygirl needs more pretty icons... anyway, i’m not really happy how this turned out, but i really wanna work on my other drafts sooo– i hope you guys enjoy it! (i’m just a silly little perfectionist h a h a...)

↪thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! MLIST

copyright © mqdilen 2025 all rights reserved.

[rosezai]

PLEASE edge me before the event and keep me needy the whole time

[rosezai]

everything's chill until i think about my unhealthy homoerotic friendship

[neuary]

You're all I can think of, every drop I drink up.

MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!!

contents ⇀ Manager!Mc, AFAB reader, titsucking, fingering, handjob, B.Saja hates your guts (at first but then he starts fucking it), Lots of petnames from him and he calls you 'manager' a lot here, mentions of alcohol, lots of teasing from him, switch reader(and a lil of B.saja), I give him a name here because I refuse to call him Baby Saja the whole time.

side note — im also planning on making a whole lore about how Mc became their manager and yes im calling the reader mc bcs im a LADS fangirl and have grown used to it LOLL

Your impression of him had been sour. 

He'd often express great disliking towards you because a mortal human would be handling their group. And the fact that you made a deal with Gwi-Ma for this job just made you more irritating. 'Human greed as always.' He'd say, as if his words held no hypocrisy. But you'd always try to remain professional, putting up with his mean remarks masked as 'criticism' as well as the obvious glares whenever you're in the same room. 

He hated you and you did your best to work around that.

Your first proper interaction happened late at night when he found you drinking alone in the bathroom. You looked like a mess. Hair sticking out in different directions as tears stained your cheeks, the sight looked absolutely pathetic he just had to sit and watch.

You offer him a drink and he accepts because who says no to alcohol? Well not him.

He drinks with you, watching as you take in sips of the booze directly from the bottle. Nothing he hasn't seen before, human nature at its lowest point. You start to spill out your thoughts, telling him about how hard it is to be their manager, and even if he didn't care to listen you had to let it out as a drunken statement just for tonight.

He listens and may or may not have been reminded of his humanity. He still didn't like you, but you were tolerable as of now.

And from that point on, you'd both drink together late at night in the bathroom, time to time. He let it happen, maybe because the fact that you're drunk means you wouldn't be able to remember much of what he's saying. Or maybe because the company you both shared on the cold tiled floor just felt nice.

Then one night he enters the bathroom and he sees you there fully sober. "Hey." You greet him. Opposed to the usual, "Babbbyyyyyyy!" That'll leave from your lips every time you see a blur of blue hair in your drunken state.

"Not drinking tonight?" He asks, his expression blank as he sits next to you.

"No.. I'll just get a hangover and it'll make the job worse for me."

"We just ran out of booze didn't we?"

"Yeah that too I guess."

Silence falls between you two, and you soon ask him a sober question.

"What's your real name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Calling you 'Baby' is a little too awkward for me."

"With how many times you've said it, I'm surprised."

Your face flushes as you look down.

"I was drunk those times okay?.. But you don't have to tell me, It's not—"

"Daewon."

You look at him, surprised that he'd actually tell you. "So is it fine if I call you that now?"

"I don't really care." 

Is what he said, though he didn't expect to be caring about it at all now that he has you in his bed. Underneath him, half naked, your panties pushed to the side as his fingers pushed in and out of you. 

"Daewon..!" You'd say in between his thrusts, your face flushed and hidden behind your hands. 

The sight thrilled him, wanting to push you further. 

"I want to see you, manager." He coos, leaning down to tease you more. His free hand moves yours away from your face, you could tell how much he enjoyed your reactions with just his breathing alone. "Well aren't you pretty? Haha.. Want me to go faster?" 

"Mghh..! Please! Fffuck..!! I.." 

"Mm, yeah? What is it manager?" 

"Yyou're.. Aaahh..! Sssuch a prick..mmm!" 

"Watch it, beautiful. I'm the one knuckles deep inside this pussy, do you really think you should be speaking to me like that?" 

God he's such an asshole. But really, that only turned you on. Every taunt that came out of his mouth made you writhe and whine at the palms of his hand, the very same palms that groped at your body, taking your clothes off bit by bit, unclasping your bra as he asks if he can have a taste. 

It came out more teasing than asking though, the shiteating grin on his face as vexatious as ever. "Wanna taste you so bad gorgeous, you'll let me right?" 

"Just do it already..mmghh.." 

"Oh but it seems like you don't want me to." 

"Daewon, I swear to god—Aghh..!" 

You can feel the smirk that forms on his lips as he starts to suck on your chest. 

"You like my name a lot?" He kisses at your collar bone, "Gonna scream it out for me?" He licks down up until your cleavage, his other hand still working on making you cum as the other holds your tit directly at his tongue. He puts it in his mouth, sucking and lapping up at your nipple, letting it go with a pop as he gives the same attention to the other. You continue to whine complaining about the pace he's going, your pussy clenching at his fingers. 

The way your eyes sharply squints at his direction has every vein in his body quiver, the electrifying feeling of it pulsing up until his cock. He needed you, so bad but he still wanted to test how desperate you can get. 

"You're complaining a lot but this cunt tells me otherwise.. hah.. mm, show me how bad you want it yeah?" His hands take a break from fondling your breasts, leading you to feel the bulge in his pants. "Show me.. mm..ah.. I know you want to.." 

You hesitate, because you want to get him back thanks to how pent up he's made you. 

But the look he gave you leaves you torn with the options you had in mind. "Is it my turn to beg?" He chuckles, "You're so cute.. hah.." 

"You're sssoo.. mmghhff..ffuck.. I hate how good yyyou.. aare at thisss.. aaa...nnmmhhh.!" 

"Flattery won't get you anywhere but my cock, gorgeous... Haha.. Keep going, yeah?" 

He pulls your hand onto the tent in his pants, making you more feel more hotter than before. He felt big.. No, he is big. With a face like his you wouldn't expect it at all, and the way he's looking at you suggests that he's intent on making you remember that. 

"Feel that? That's all you." He smiles before kissing you, his lips traveling down to your collar and chest once again. He groans at your touch, smiling against your skin as he feels you give in to his request. "Mmhh.. That's right.. Stroke my cock." 

You place your hand at the base of his bulge before going at the hem of his pants, taking his cock out. You start out slow, teasing him back by grazing your fingertips onto his shaft, softly going up and down. 

"Please. You can do better than that." He whispers directly at your ear, his words coming out more as a demand. 

"You can beg better than that." You bite back, earning another smile from the demon. His fangs are visible as he bites at your shoulder without warning, slobbering it up after with kisses and licks. 

"So it is my turn after all. 'Want it fifty-fifty, is that it?" 

"Mmghh.! ..ahh" You could feel his fingers press harder into your pussy, his thumb bundling up your clit to stimulate you further, "Daewon..ahhh just..mmghh.. ffuhh.. fff..fuckk..!" 

"Fffuhh..ffuuuhh?" He mocks, quickening his pace, "ffuuuckkkkk you? Haha.. mmmghh, that what you want from me, gorgeous?" 

You felt even more flushed with the names he keeps throwing at you, unable to keep up but still unwilling to drown into his control. 

"Yeahh ahhhggg... So what iff..I do?.. You're supposed to..mmm do what I say anyway..ahh.." 

"If you're gonna be so demanding you should try not look so good while getting fingered by me, manager.. haha." His voice was a low, wicked murmur, his breath hot against your ear. Each word sent shivers down your spine, making you arch into his touch instinctively. He chuckled darkly, a sound of pure satisfaction.

"Mmm, you're so responsive, manager... I can feel you clenching.. Craving more." 

You could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently into your palm, a silent promise of what was to come. He was teasing you, pushing you to the brink of desperation with his slow, sensual thrust. He just needed you to beg for it. To really beg for it. To scream your desire out to him so he can finally have you right then and there. You wanted it as bad as he did didn't you? Your pretty face says it all as he tries his hardest to hide the look on himself.  

He drank in the sight. The desperate need written plainly across your features, the hunger that mirrored his own. The thought of it made him twitch, knowing he could reduce you to this state with just his touch and teasing words. His ego swelled at the realization, cock throbbing with anticipation. His lips brushes against yours in a ghost of a kiss, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat radiating from them. He moves back onto your breasts, the slick of his drool drips down, his eyes stuck to yours. "Come on, gorgeous... mm.." He places a peck on your nipple, "Don't hold back now. I want to hear you scream my name like you mean it.." He heavily sighs, "Fuck, the way you look at me, like you need me more than your next breath... it's fucking intoxicating."

His fingers held both your tits in place, allowing him to suck and lick as he pleases as the other continued stroking and circling your clit. He could feel the slick heat of your arousal coating his fingers, and it took every ounce of control not to simply surge forward and bury himself inside you.

"Daaaewon..mmmm aghh fffuckk..!"

"Tell me how badly you want it, manager. Beg me for it." His voice was a low, dark rumble, sending vibrations through your chest. He nipped at your chest, soothing the sting with a flick of his tongue before pulling back slightly to search your eyes. "I need to hear it.." The tone of his voice almost let out a crack of neediness. 

"The way your pretty face flushes, the way you tremble and moan so sweetly... it's driving me insane. So be a good girl and give me what I want, yeah?"

He punctuated his demand with a sharp thrust of his fingers, pushing deep and curling against that perfect spot inside you. His thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit, the dual stimulation pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. He was close, so fucking close to snapping, to giving in to the urge to just take you. But he needed to hear you say it. 

You soon snap, having enough of his teasing. 

But you didn't dare beg. Hell no. 

You retaliate, squeezing at his cock so suddenly, not enough to hurt but to get a reaction from the demon. His eyes shot open, lips letting go of your breasts as he lets out a strained moan. "Aghhmm..!? What the fuck are y..! Ahhhgg..mmm.." 

You rub your thumb over the tip of his dick, stroking him every few seconds as you switch between both actions. He starts to pant like a dog, too immersed from your touch to even notice that you've switched positions with him. A strangled moan tore from his throat, the sound a mix of surprise and pleasure as your hand tightened around his aching cock. His hips jerked forward, seeking more of that delicious friction, and he found himself momentarily short of words.

"Nnngghh... fuck..." He gasped out, his voice ragged and raw. The feeling of your thumb swirling around the sensitive head of his cock sent electricity up his spine, making him shudder and groan. He was so fucking hard, his dick twitching and leaking, desperate for more. 

The power dynamic had shifted, and the realization sent a thrill of excitement through him. He gazed up at you, eyes glinting with a mix of annoyance and arousal. A smirk tugged at his lips, slowly spreading into a wicked grin. "Hahh.. Playing hard to get? mm.. I didn't tell you to do that..hah.." He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you down against his straining erection. He rolled his hips upwards, grinding against your slick heat and letting out a low groan.

You visibly react, shuddering at his length that's underneath your sex. 

"You think you're sooo clever hm? Haha. You have no idea how dangerous it is to tease a demon like this." His voice was a low, seductive rumble, his eyes glinting with predatory intent. 

"Your cock is telling me otherwise." You compose yourself, tugging at his cock sensually. He hisses, the friction making him even more aroused. "Haha.. mgh.. You're sooo cute." You mock, copying the tone of his voice. 

He made no move to reclaim control, instead letting you continue. He arched into your touch, his body trembling with the effort of holding back, allowing you to set the pace. It was a small victory, but a sweet one nonetheless. You could feel your own heart racing in your chest, your breaths in each other's faces as you come closer to have a quick taste of his lips. 

The air was thick with the scent of sex. He could see the hunger in your eyes as you gazed down at him, and it only fueled his own desire.

"So, what now, gorgeous?" He looks up at you, placing a hand on your lower back. 

You remove his touch on you, pinning his hand onto the bed, the back of his head thumps against the headboard. 

Breathless, you gaze down at him as you shift to strip your panties off "Now.. ha.. You sit there and take it." 

He found it adorable. So fucking sexy how you think you could boss him around like this. And honestly he's going to let you. What a sweet little mortal 'putting him in his place' like this when she can barely glare daggers at him in her state. 

"Do your worst princess." 

You crumple up your undergarments, shoving the fabric into his mouth without a second more to spend. He looked very shocked, rightfully so but his cock only felt more harder in your fingertips. 

You position his erection underneath you. Slowly, you sit down, feeling his size sink and throb inside you. You couldn't help but squeal, voice becoming higher in pitch as your breath gets heavy. You convulse onto him, your body fluttering, almost cumming on the spot. 

You move, his cock slipping in and out of you easily because of how soaked you got from his fingers. The sudden motion startles him, his hands fly right at your hips, gripping intensely. 

"Mmmgghhfff..!" The sound of his groans were drowned out by the panties gagging him shut. Your panties, fuck they tasted so good. They tasted like you and he can't wait to bury his face into them. 

"You're such a prick.. mghh.. Always.. haa.. being sso difficult." 

You say in between moans as you ride him, bouncing on his cock. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth around the fabric gagging him. The way you moved on his cock has Daewon mentally reminding himself to hold back, your slick walls gripping him like a vise, made it impossible for him to feel genuinely irritated. 

"Always making..ahh hhh.. Things so difficult for me.. haa.. fuckinggmm.! ssadist.."

He bucked his hips up to meet your downward thrusts, driving himself deeper into you. It was hard not to show the visible look of pleasure across your face, but you made sure to not break, still glaring daggers at him even with the fast pace of your breathing. You muster up a handful of self control to get a handful of his hair, tugging him towards you as you bite into his lip before removing the undergarments in his mouth. The cotton white panties hangs between your teeth as you pull away from him. He lets out a deep sigh, his breathing still shaky, matching yours as well as the way you move on his cock. 

"Aww..haaha.. I wanted to keep that." He grins, drool dripping from his mouth. His hands move to caress your back, a silent praise emitting from the skin ship. 

You drop the panties, using both hands to grip at his shoulders. 

You refuse to give him the satisfaction of a response from you, quickly shoving your tongue down his throat to shut him up.  He kisses back, your sounds clash together as he devours you like a starving man. You keep going, writhing as the taste of him engulfs your mouth like fire. The flavor of sweet mintiness spreads. 

He's the first to pull away, not bearing another second apart from your tits as he instantly smothers them with sloppy kisses. You tug on his hair, groaning curses and fucked out phrases that you don't even realize you were saying. His name felt so good on your tongue. "Daewon.." You'd whine. 

"Daewon.." 

He starts to go faster, fuckinh into you more. 

"Daewon ahh.." 

You match his pace, compelled to experience release. 

At this point you couldn't tell who was in charge, you both gave into your own hormonal urges, ravaging each other like animals. 

"Fuck...O ffuuck.. You feel so good, manager.." He whispers, still having his mouth pressed against your breasts. He just can't get enough. "I'm so close.. ahh.. hhh ha.."  

"Yyyeah? mmm.." You attempt to taunt him. "Already? hahahhh..." 

He laughs, pulling you closer to him, your tits flushed and pressed against his neck as he looks at you with a determined expression, grinning knowingly. "Look me in the eye and tell me.. ha.. you're not as desperate as I am to cum." 

Your smug expression falters, amusing him further. 

"Tell me, manager.." 

"Just..ahhh... mm..kkeep fucking me." 

He lets out another laugh, his smile wider as he thrusts harsher into you. 

"Yes ma'am." 

The pace intensifies and both your expressions drop into uncontrollable pleasure, eyes rolling back as well as squeezing shut once the orgasm in you snaps. Both of you grip on each other as if for your dear life. He felt so good, he felt so fucking good and you didn't know if you hated that he did or not. He was definitely sure however, that you felt the closest thing to heaven. Like a bottle of alcohol, he's sure he'll be getting addicted soon.

Im so sorry, I hope this was worth the wait yall <3

—neuary

[elsfawns]

　　　　　　　 𝑤𝑒𝑡.

‧₊˚ ⋅   ❤︎ 　 . . . 　KINKTOBER MASTERLIST .ᐟ to act on her most intimate urges, vi would so be getting fired. it's just that she can't help herself—a job like this makes one's appetite grow, and your tiny bikini made vi so suddenly aware just how hungry she was—so the best she can do is dream.

♡₊˚ 　──── 　1.3k. lifeguard!vi x sub!reader. sexual fantasies, mainly vi's pov. public sex, risky sex, squirting. fingering + oral (receiving). servicetop!vi. femme!reader. vi is kind of pervy, and extremely cocky. reader's body type is not described at all. poolside sex... minors do not read/interact.

blistering golden hour sun reflected over the pool, honey-bright streaks of light blocking vi's vision as she surveyed the water. barely a soul was in sight and yet she'd been out there sweating like a dog for hours, blocking her eyes from the sun's rays with her hand. but that was the day she saw you for the first time.

with a warm beach right next to the resort, who needs a pool? the damn thing works like a ghost town. only the tidier souls allergic to sandy feet lurk the poolside. souls like you, who bathe in sun and cool off in tepid water.

a much needed break had finally ended for vi, and she was walking back to the pool when she saw you perched on the sun-lounger with a pair of luxury glasses on your head and white towel in your lap.

it was like the world stopped turning for a moment. abrupt and without warning; your appearance knocked vi off her feet, and she caught herself on a deckchair. she did her best to play it off, running a hand through fuchsia hair and sauntering past you with her muscles flexed.

were you looking at her beneath your shades? were you? or were you really, truly, innocently contemplating another dip in the pool? vi prayed it was the former. perhaps you had great pokerface, or maybe you quickly steeled your smirk before she saw?

but then you stood. your towel slid from your legs and into the place you had just been sitting in, and you shuffled your sandals off your feet. but all that vi could think—and later would dream of—was the body she saw.

smooth skin as far as the eye can see, shining under summer sky. your outfit of choice unnecessary in vi's honest opinion—how dare you? lilac stretched across your hips, the matching top cupping your tits. you turned and vi got an eyeful of supple ass.

she wanted to tell you it was inappropriate. she should have. her boss would have wanted her to. the pool is a public place, somebody could have seen you, even been made uncomfortable—not that vi agreed a woman's body or clothing is ever the problem—absolutely not. but you were breaking rules...

and nobody was around.

she should have given you a stern warning for her own sake, at this point. but her mouth was dry and her cunt so wet, just as your skin was becoming as you stepped into the pool.

she couldn't say a word.

didn't want to.

but if she did—and now she was thinking about it—she would have softened it with some suave comment or wink. maybe she'd have got you giggling. she didn't even know what your voice sounded like yet, but she already wanted to hear you moaning. and that was stupid. so stupid. she wanted to do things she'd be fired for.

vi sees pretty women at work all the time. but you were a masterpiece. she wanted to meet your parents just to congratulate them on creating such beauty.

she didn't know you. but now, you were unknowingly the centrepiece of vi's longstanding lust. with this dull job she had been bored, she had been starving.

now you were sitting on the step, leaning back against the lip of the pool like it was your own, and vi was thinking about what your conversation would feel like. she knew she would be hot and stuffy inside talking to you. she already felt as such while watching you.

would you be cracking a sly grin, beckoning her closer, teasing her for being so distracted on the job? calling her a perv, telling her you saw her eyes linger on your chest for a second too long?

vi rolled her shoulders, stretched her arms, and tried to tell herself to stop it. to stop thinking like that. to at least think about it later, when she could relieve her throbbing clit.

in fact, she was willing herself to.

but she couldn't.

she couldn't, you were just too perfect. droplets of water sitting on your shoulders, cheekbones shimmering in the sun.

your head turned in her direction for a single second and even though she couldn't see below your sunglasses, she knew you had to have looked at her. it wasn't delusion, no; your lips quirked.

in her mind, it was more than that, though. it was some witty quip leaving your lips, a smile on them that she'd bow to on sight. if you were to have risen and taken a seat on the ledge, she would have dove in between your thighs.

vi now could only dream of helping you slide your soaked thong down your legs, taking a peek at what lied between them. even flicking her eyes back and forth from your pussy to your face, her expression charming as her hands were grasping your hips. oh, how she'd have been so at peace if it were real...

being a total fucking creep right now, vi thought. but you tempted her like eve's apple, ripe and fresh, free of blemish and divinely sourced.

you would taste so good. you would quiver the second she took a little taste, the kind of cute response vi yearned for in every girl she took. maybe you'd let out a little scratchy gasp, and she'd tell you, 'awh, baby, i'm only just getting started.'

no space would be left uncharted by warm tongue. the pink muscle would slide through your folds, lap up your juices. so refreshing, sweet, and slippery. maybe you'd take a fistful of her hair, mess and pull it, or simply sit there and whimper with your hands clenching at the concrete tiles.

now vi was really getting heated. her hands clenched at her sides and her eyes moved down your body again. she was starting to feel lightheaded in all the stress—the summer heat clinging to her, the blood rushing to her cunt.

and you were none the wiser, no idea that vi was thinking of toying with your body until, perhaps, you coated her biceps with something more than just sweat.

she thought hard about it. about wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking, a couple of fingers (two, maybe even three) sinking into your waiting hole. in her mind, you'd be so worked up that it would be easy to do, yet still clench down on her fingers like you didn't want her to ever pull them out.

and that's when she'd really get to ruin you. vi would ask you to stop being so shy, just let it all out. she'd tell you what her name was so you knew what to scream, she'd plunge her fingers deeper with every thrust and slurp up whatever she could of your dripping cunt.

and vi just knew that you would get exactly where she wanted you to. she knew you'd fall apart like every other girl does. she knew you would be good, you'd come moaning breathlessly, squirting your release over her. and still, vi would lap up every last drop. thrilling, daring, risky. just what she loved.

she shivered. fuck am i doing? soon a family arrived, and vi was pulled out of daydream. the workplace equivalent to receiving a text in the middle of watching porn, really—vi sighed deeply, and her attention only fell back to you when you stood and got out of the pool, wrapping your towel around your body.

vi felt that you were slipping through her fingers. she couldn't stop you from leaving. couldn't issue any warning about unsavoury bathing suits anymore, couldn't harass you in the middle of your relaxing day.

she would only have to dream of you now. to commit the curve of your waist to memory, and think about you later.

and after a relaxing swim, you slipped your sandals back on and gathered your rattan shoulder bag. on the way back to your hotel room, you passed a lifeguard with cheeks pinker than her striking hair. you wondered why, but ultimately your heart softened.

poor thing; the heat must have been getting to her.

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔   𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆   . . .   ౨ৎ 　hello pretty... who else likes cocky perv!vi ??

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[velvetsserenity]

TONGUE PIERCING + PUBLIC SEX FT. VI | KINKTOBER DAY 3

content warnings: tongue piercing, public sex, piercing kink, semi-exhibitionism, alcohol use, risk of being caught, oral sex, dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, power play, light restraint, public orgasm, desperate silence, smug domme, praise and taunting

KINKTOBER'25

You should’ve known better than to say yes. Every time Vi asked you out for drinks, it ended in trouble. She got loud, reckless, hands everywhere. And yet, when she leaned on your doorframe earlier with that grin all pink hair, cocky smirk, and promise of “just one drink” you agreed anyway.

The club was already thumping when you arrived, bass shaking through the floorboards, neon lights flashing against chrome and glass. Bodies packed the dance floor, heat and sweat thick in the air.

You spotted her immediately. Of course you did. Vi had claimed a booth in the back, lounging like she owned the place. Two glasses already sat on the table, one half-empty, one waiting for you.

“‘Bout time,” she called, waving you over with a grin. The lights caught on the barbell in her tongue as she spoke, a flash of steel every time she licked her lips.

You slid into the booth across from her, eyeing the drink she’d shoved toward you. The amber liquid glowed faintly in the neon haze. You lifted it, took a sip and nearly choked. Strong. Strong enough to burn all the way down.

Vi laughed at your face, tipping her own glass back with ease. “C’mon, don’t be a lightweight.” Her words slurred just slightly, not from clumsiness, but from the heavy alcohol she was already buzzing on.

You frowned, leaning in closer. “You’re already drunk.”

“Tipsy,” she corrected with a wink. Another glint of the piercing. “Loosens me up.”

Your gaze lingered on the flash of metal in her mouth. You tried not to imagine what that piercing would feel like dragging over sensitive skin but the thought planted itself anyway, hot and insistent.

Vi caught the look and smirked wider. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, tongue flicking out deliberately to toy with the piercing. “You keep staring at it, babe. Wanna find out what it feels like?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at her boldness. “In your dreams, Vi.”

“Already had those dreams,” she shot back instantly, winking as she tipped her glass again.

You shook your head, determined not to give her the satisfaction. Instead, you sipped at your own drink. It burned going down, sharp and strong, loosening something in your chest with every swallow.

The minutes blurred with neon and bass. Vi kept talking, leaning close across the table, her voice louder than it needed to be. You tried to focus on her words, but every time the lights hit just right, you saw it, that glint of silver against her tongue. She played with it constantly, clicking it against her teeth, rolling it slow across her lower lip.

You told yourself not to stare. Not to imagine the cold shock of steel flicking over your skin.

But the alcohol worked fast. Warmth spread through your limbs, your head buzzing just enough to make your gaze linger too long. You caught yourself watching her mouth again, heat curling low in your stomach, and looked away quickly.

Vi noticed. Of course she noticed. Her grin stretched slow, cocky. She leaned back in the booth, draping an arm over the seat, studying you like she had all the time in the world. “You keep sayin’ no,” she drawled, tongue poking out just far enough for the piercing to gleam under the lights, “but your eyes are telling on you.”

You flushed hot, biting your lip, staring down into your half-empty glass. The bass rattled the table, your pulse quickening with it.

Vi tilted her head, smirk sharpening. “So, what’s it gonna be, princess? Keep drinkin’ and pretending you don’t wanna know… or let me show you exactly what this piercing can do?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. But when your eyes finally lifted to hers, the look was enough, heat flushed across your face, your breath uneven, thighs pressed tight together under the table.

Vi’s grin widened. “Knew it,” she whispered, smug as sin.

Before you could think of a protest, she slid off the booth seat and disappeared beneath the table. The bass shook through the floor as her hands found your knees, prying them apart with an easy strength.

“Vi—” your voice cracked, half-warning, half-plea.

“Shh.” Her laugh was low, muffled in the dark space between you. “Ain’t nobody payin’ attention.”

She shoved your skirt up, fabric bunching high on your hips. Her breath hitched when she saw the damp patch on your panties, and she leaned in to press a slow kiss right over it.

“Fuck,” she muttered, lips grazing the soaked fabric. “You’re already this wet? And you were frontin’ like you didn’t want me?”

You bit down hard, stifling the whimper that threatened to break out.

Vi’s laugh vibrated against your cunt. “Cute. Tryin’ to keep quiet.” She dragged her tongue across the damp fabric, the cold press of her piercing catching perfectly against your clit even through the thin barrier. The shock made your thighs tremble, your hands gripping the edge of the table hard.

She kissed the inside of your thigh next, teeth grazing your skin before her tongue followed, slow and deliberate. The piercing traced little circles against the sensitive flesh, making you shiver.

“Bet you can feel that,” she murmured against your skin, her voice muffled but dripping smug satisfaction. Another hot lick, the stud pressing in again.

Vi chuckled low, the sound vibrating against your clit. She closed her lips around it suddenly, sucking hard, piercing grinding directly into the sensitive bundle of nerves. The shock made you bite down on a cry, head tipping back against the booth.

“Mmm, yeah,” she groaned, pulling back just enough to talk, her lips wet against you. “Bet you wish you could scream right now, huh? But you can’t. You’re in public, baby. Everyone’s just a few feet away,” she flicked the stud across your clit, hard, and you jerked in her grip, “and here you are, letting me eat you out like it’s nothing.”

She sucked again, harder, piercing rubbing mercilessly, her tongue swirling tight circles until your thighs were trembling. She didn’t stop talking, didn’t stop teasing.

“Stay quiet for me, gorgeous,” she murmured, her words punctuated with another slow drag of her stud across your clit. “Don’t give us away. Just sit there, smile pretty, and let me make you cum.”

Your nails dug into the table, your whole body taut with the effort of holding back as her piercing worked you closer and closer to the edge.

Your whole body tightened, every muscle trembling against the ropes of Vi’s grip. Her mouth worked you mercilessly, tongue circling, piercing flicking your clit over and over until you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The orgasm ripped through you hard, sharp, your hips jerking against her face as you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out. Heat flooded you, your slick coating her tongue as the piercing pressed one last perfect grind against your clit.

Vi groaned low at the taste, holding you through it, sucking until you were shaking, until your thighs squeezed helplessly around her head. Only then did she finally pull back, lips wet, chin shining in the neon light filtering under the table.

“Fuck yeah,” she whispered, grinning smugly against your thigh. “Knew you couldn’t resist this piercing.”

And then like nothing had happened she shoved your skirt back down, gave your knee a quick squeeze, and slid out from under the booth. She plopped down across from you, snatched her drink, and tipped it back in one easy motion.

Her grin widened as she caught the look on your face, flushed, still trembling, desperately trying to steady your breath. She licked her lips slowly, the silver glint of her barbell flashing in the club’s lights.

“What?” Vi asked, feigning innocence, leaning back against the booth like she hadn’t just eaten you alive under the table. “You look hot, babe. Maybe it’s the drinks.”

a/n: is this considered semi-public or just public? cus idk anymore..

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[oceanaesthete]

Chuuya Nakahara loves it when his woman knows her worth.

He doesn't really show it.But He loves it when you act sassy,he loves it when you act on your attitude.It's the fact that you are comfortable enough with him to act up and know who you are,how much you're worth.

He would never admit it.Sure;you two try to avoid arguments with communication,but it doesn't work all the time.And he is obsessed with it when you respond to the arguments with the same temper as his,even worse.The second you raise your voice,clench your fists,he shuts up.Whatever his girl says.

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Chuuya sat quietly on the couch,not a single sound.The neckline of his shirt slightly undone,the fabric creased,tie loosened around his neck.His gaze never leaving yours,lost in your frustrated expression.Lips lightly parted,cheeks heated up from the alcohol he consumed at the bar.

"I don't know who you think I am." You raised your tone,the frustration clear in your face,you weren't going to let him talk,you weren't going to let him interrupt.

"If you are getting off that work,you are coming home.You are not going to that damn bar,you are getting your ass to this house." You pointed your finger to his chest,fists clenching to hold back. "Don't make me fight a man.You know who's words go around here." It wasn't even your house,yet you didn't care.The message you were going for was clear.

No,he wasn't complaining,he wasn't waiting for the yelling to end,he wasn't acting like a bratty child that just got grounded.

He was so fucking turned on by your yelling.

"Yes ma'am."

[universesweetheart]

Eye Contact (Dazai x Reader)

Kinktober Day 4: Blindfold my work crush gave me the ick so i am crushless My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

Osamu had set the mood, he went all out tonight, it was the first time since you both got together. Insisting you wanted to go slow with your new partner.

When you walked into Osamu’s apartment, his place was decently tidy, candles lit, and a diffuser that you were sure you once saw on Kunikida’s desk. Petals sprinkled on the bedsheets, and a single heart chocolate on each of the pillows. 

Your boyfriend was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs sprawled wide, and smiling. “What ya think?” he gestured around the room.

“I think you’re extra but it’s cute” You joined him on the bed, pecking his kiss softly, “I love it, babe”

The detective smiled and let out a giddy chuckle, “I knew you’d like it, Bella”

He takes your hand and kisses your wrist, then your knuckles, soon enough he’s pulling you onto his lap. Eyes exploring your face, “I want you so bad right now” he whispers against your skin, placing soft reverent kisses on your body. “Been thinking about this moment all day” another soft kiss on your shoulder. 

Flipping you over and gently laying you down as he cages you under him, lips finding yours in a slow kiss. “You are beautiful,” he rasps whilst he’s kissing down your neck, leaving hickeys in his trail.

“I’m going to take this off now, kay?” Osamu said whilst kissing along your collarbone, “May I have this honour?”

When you nodded, he smoothly undressed you, pausing and staring at your body, at your bare breasts exposed to his eyes. 

“I am such a lucky man,” he’s leaning down and plopping himself face first into you, face squished against your soft mounds as his greedy mouth licks, sucks, and bites. Drawing delicious sounds from your throat as he does. 

Osamu props himself up on his elbows, kissing your tummy and then dragging his tongue down to your hips, biting the soft flesh there. He is so slow and teasing and borderline torturous. 

And you think he’s going to eat you out now but then he’s kissing back up your body, leaving you frustrated and whiney. Osamu revels in those sweet little whines that you make.

“Osamu, you tease”

“Hmm, can’t I enjoy my woman on our first night together?”

A small pout formed on your lips, making you boyfriend lean down and kiss you passionately. Swallowing your sounds, stuffing his tongue down your throat. By the time you pull away, your lips are swollen.

Osamu settled between your legs, he’s still fully dressed, the fabric of his pants pressing deliciously into your heat. Making you clench around nothing.

“I need you, right now, please, Osamu, baby please” you beg but your boyfriend doesn’t relent. Instead he smiles wickedly, and kisses you.

“I’m all yours, Bella” 

Whining and pulling him closer, you kiss him back with equal passion and want. He breaks the kiss, looking at you with adoration, “I want you to keep your eyes on me”

“Okay,” you looked at Osamu’s tender eyes, your own going back and forth between his for a few seconds. Confusion swirling in your own as you look at his left eye, then right eye, then left eye again “Osamu?”

“Hm”

“I don’t know which eye to look at” you bite back a laugh, burying your face into your lover’s neck, your failed concealed laugh vibrating against his skin.

Osamu joins in with your laughter, hugging you and rolling over with you, so you’re on top of him. “Bella, I’m trying to be sexy here”

“You are sexy Osamu, you don’t need to try” you kiss each of his cheeks.

He smiles, sitting up with you in his lap, “Let’s try something then… to help with your dilemma”

You watch your boyfriend with an intrigued look as he gets up and stoops down, getting something from the nightstand bottom drawer. 

Dazai stands up and holds out a red silk blindfold, smirking “May I?” 

“Yes”

He steps closer, one knee sinking into the bed as he leans forward and secures the fabric around your eyes. 

“I miss your beautiful face” you tease, hands coming up to wrap around his waist and pull him on top of you. 

“You’ll survive, my darling” he pulls you forward, making you welp in surprise. Osamu spreads your thighs and settles between them.

“Focus on my touch… on my voice” his voice is like silk, you feel them deep in your bones. Your skin tingles when he dips his head and kisses your inner thigh. 

You can feel his smile against your skin. Skin that is flushed with heat, “Osamu, I need to feel you”  

“But you are feeling me, Bella” 

“You know what I mean” you squeeze your thighs around his head, he moans wantonly at the action. In retaliation he bites your inner thigh, dangerously close to your heat. 

The detective lazily traces his fingertips up and along your thighs, then further up against your lips, using his index and middle finger to spread you open.

You clench around nothing, heat burning your cheeks, suddenly you’re grateful for the blindfold secured around your eyes. 

Dazai smiles as he takes in your pretty little cunt, clenching around nothing. He lets a globe of spit fall from his mouth to your fluttering hole. You whine as you feel the wet against your heat.

“Osamu” you groan in frustration, hands gripping the bedsheet tightly.

“Mhmm?” The detective lazily traces his fingertips around your labia, flicking your clit when he’s finished. He sighs like a man who just came from a long day of field work and settles between your thighs. He lifts one of your legs and places it on his shoulder, bandaged arm pressing over your tummy to lock you in place.

A needy whine slips out of your lips, you wanted to cuss him out right now because of course he was taking his precious time whilst you were dying to feel him.

Osamu finally, finally, connects his mouth to your awaiting heat. He uses his thumb to lift the hood of your clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as he kisses it. 

His mouth covers your pussy and he sucks the soul out of you. You cry out, thighs tensing against his head. He is relentless with his laps and sucks teasing little soft bites, more his teeth grazing your clit than actual bites. 

It feels so good, he takes you up to the highest high and then holds you there, never giving you that sweet release you crave. Osamu does this a few times, messily eating your pussy without stopping until you’re close to exploding and then he draws back, placing soft sweet kisses around your slit and inner thighs to bring you down. Then he’s repeating that same tortuous cycle again until you’re screaming and crying for him to just let you cum. 

“If you want it so badly, beg for it” 

Oh, he’s so mean! 

“Please, I need it, pleaaaseeee” you’re whining and crying out his name, the blindfold wet from your tears. Your hands reach out for him and he threads his fingers with yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips and kissing it.

“Need what, pretty?”

“Need to cum” you whine out, thighs trembling from your muscles tensing and untensing to relieve your frustrations. 

“Pretty girl wants to cum?” he muses, connecting his mouth to your core again, attaching his wanting mouth around your clit and hallowing his cheeks to create a suction that adds the perfect pressure to your sensitive buds. 

Your peak builds again, stomach twisting in that delicious way that signals you’re about to release and for once Osamu lets you, never stopping as you release into his mouth. He drinks up your cum and continues even after you become sensitive. 

Too sensitive.

It’s too much, all at once and your poor little clit can’t take anymore. You buck your hips and try to wiggle away from his mouth but he grips your thighs and holds you down as he continues to lavish you like a madman.

“You wanted to cum, right?”

Damn bastard!

[wesam-22]

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[killuasimp000000]

KINKTOBER DAY 3

OSAMU DAZAI—TEMPERATURE PLAY

Warnings

TEMPERATURE PLAY , bottom!dazai x gn!reader , edging , begging , nipple play , ice cubes , blow job , reader has cold hands

“Darling-! It’s so fucking cold!”

Dazai breathing hitched, his back arching as you put the ice cube on his nipple with your mouth. His eyes fluttered shut. You chuckled lightly at his response, while wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock.

Dazais hips bucks up into your touch ever so slightly, your thumb slicking over the precum on his tip. He groaned . You let the ice cub out of you mouth, letting it slide down Dazais chest.

“Belladonna-..you’re so cruel,”

Dazai whined playfully, but there was a hint of desperation in his tone. Just the feeling of the ice cube rolling down his burning chest, your cold hands on his aching dick, made him tremble. Your hands slowly started moving as you put another ice cube in his on his hardened nipple. Dazai let out a sigh his cock throbbing and twitching in your grasp.

“Come on , belladonna..Just a bit faster”

He was getting impatient, his hips desperately trying to get some more pleasure out of your slow hand. You smirked, agreeing to spoil him a bit more. You suddenly increased the speed of your hand. Dazais body trembled, his hips snapping into your hand. The sight was absolutely beautiful, Dazais body arched lightly, the grin on his face flattering ever so slightly and his voice, his damn voice, moaning and breathing heavily.

You took another ice cube rubbing it on his hardened nipples, his body twisted and turned, trying to escape the coldness of the cube.

“Shit-! Darling, too cold! It’s too cold!”

You grinned, drawing hearts on his chest with the ice cube. Dazai was shivering, inhaling sharply, his body shaking lightly beneath you. He looked fucking adorable, whimpering because of the cold. You would think he hated it, if it weren’t for the fact that his cock was twitching, while precum dripped from his tip.

You let the ice cube roll down his V-line, his abdomen twitching underneath it

“I’m close, belladonna, just a bit more”

Dazai moaned, his hips rolling into your touch, he couldn't take more of this, your cold hands felt wayyy to good on him, just like the ice cubes on his chest. It was all so cold but so fucking hot as well. How was he supposed to take this teasing for much longer?

And you? Seeing Dazai in this state, just grinned as you let go of his needy dick.

“You’re a damn tease.., don’t you think that was a bit rude, darling?”

Dazai tried to say in his usual playful tone, but it came out as a frustrated groan. Why wouldn’t it be? After you just touched and teased him like that? Dazais hips were still moving up ever so slightly to get even some type out of friction out of your hand.

You smiled at him, taking an ice cube and putting it into your mouth. Dazais body froze at your action, looking at you wide eyed. You weren’t seriously gonna do what he’s thinking off, right? He snapped out of his thoughts as one of your hands grabbed his thigh, going down to them.

“Wait-, Belladonna-,…not ye- FUCK-!”

Dazais body practically seized as you put your cold mouth on his wet tip with the half melted ice cube. His eyes were rolled back, his moan so loud you probably startled the neighbors. Dazai was babbling incoherent nonsense as your freezing mouth wrapped around his beautiful cock.

The feeling of the ice cubes melting against the sensitive base to the tip was wayyy too much for Dazai. His loud moans, slowly turned in desperate whimpers. He couldn’t even warn you when he came into your mouth with surprising strength, the cum cooling down rapidly because of the ice cube.

“I swear, you’ll fucking ruin me..”

Thank you for reading, if you liked this then feel free to request similar things for other characters!

[universesweetheart]

Fresh Set (Dazai x Reader)

Kinktober Day 1: Foot Fetish First time doing kinktober lets gooooo My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

Entering the apartment, your eyes immediately zoned onto your boyfriend, sprawled lazily on the couch. Smiling, you approached him and plopped down beside him.

"Hi"

"Hi" he smiled, arms latching onto you, peppering your face with soft kisses. Whispering how much he missed you against your skin.

"Got my toes done" you stated, kicking off your shoes and resting your legs on his lap. 

Osamu lifted your legs, taking in your freshly done toes with interest. "This colour was meant for you, Bella" he lifts your leg higher, kissing your toes.

You wiggle your toes against his lips. The wiggle instigated a cheeky little bite from your lover, making you gasp almost like you were offended.

"My bad, Bella, let me make it up to you" he muses, his tone was a telltale sign that he was up to no good.

"Osamu." you warned.

"Yes?"

Oh, damn him and his honeyed voice for making you so weak in the knees!

Before you know it, the detective took your big toe into his mouth, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it.

"You're so disgusting"

He erupted into laughter, smiling with your toe in his mouth. He looked so ridiculous and smug. Mostly smug.

When he released your toe, you instantly pulled your feet away. Osamu cages you with his body, slotting himself between your thighs, shamelessly pressing his hard on against your heat. 

"If only my lover would indulge me in my fantasies," he whines

You stared at your boyfriend, waiting for him to go on but, obviously, he would draw out the suspense. It wouldn't be Osamu if he didn't.

"Oh beloved, grant me my final wish before I leave this earth"

"Out with it"

"Okay! Jerk my cock with your pretty, suckable, toes" He wiggles his eyebrows comically. He leaned down and pressed a soft reverent kiss against your collarbone, “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

"I hate cherries, but fine"

He grinned, happy to finally have his way with you. Wasting no time, he unbuckles his pants and pulls his cock out and stroked it a few times.

Long and slender with a pretty little tip that was dripping precum already.

"I don't even want to know how long you've been fantasizing about this"

He smiles and kisses your leg, guiding your feet onto his lap, hands rubbing your feet softly, almost massaging them.

"The lube is on the coffee table, give it to me"

You looked at the table, spotting the lube bottle on the table. "Suspiciously convenient" 

Osamu took the lube from you, squirting it onto his cock and spreading it around. He did the same with your feet and claimed he wanted to taste the lube, then proceeded to suck your toes again. 

He starts guiding your feet up and down his cock, teaching you what pace he wanted and then releasing you to do all the work on your own.

The heat of the moment takes over you, seeing the way your boyfriend's face flushes and his brows furrow every time you experimentally move your feet. Was he actually into this? 

His head was thrown back against the couch, neck exposed and hands tightly gripping the couch pillows  

"Bella, don't..."

Confusion is written all over your face but you continue, one stroke, two stroke and then he's moaning wantonly and spilling all over your feet, all over your freshly done set. 

White covering your newly done nails

"Did you just..."

"Yes"

"It hasn't even been five minutes"

"You're too sexy I'm afraid" he pants breathlessly, biting down on his lower lip as he catch his breath.

Once Osamu regains his composure he grabs your feet and licks it clean with his tongue. Holding your gaze as he gets into it, putting on a show for you. 

"You really are disgusting"

He smiles and kisses each feet, hugging them to his chest

"You should get your toes done more often"

"For you to bless them by coming on them"

"Yes, beloved. Now, gimme a kiss"

"Get away from me" and you're leaning in and connecting your lips with his.

[osachiyo]

thinking of dazai with a choking kink . . .

imagine riding dazai so good— his hands on your hips as you bounced on his cock, his face buried in your tits, licking and sucking at your nipples. "haah— feels so- so damn good, babe—" he'd moan, smothering his face all over your tits, his drool covering them in a sticky, wet, sheen.

"yeah? you like this, baby?" you panted, grinding your hips in circles— making him throw his head back. your fingers were tangled in his fluffy brown hair, tugging at the roots softly, feeling him throb inside of you. his lips smudged with your lipstick — sucking and biting at every bit of flesh he could reach, his hands now kneading and pulling at the globes of your ass. "doin' s'good," you praised, planting kisses on the exposed skin of his neck, down to his collarbones — before reaching back up to press a sloppy kiss to his lips. the kiss was all teeth and tongue— no coordination or rhythm, only carnal desire.

but then— then you wrapped one of your hands around his neck— squeezing just hard enough to have his eyes rolling and fuck, he never blew a load so quickly in his entire life. his eyes were blown with lust as he stared up at you, hips twitching from the force of his orgasm as he panted like a wild animal. what the actual fuck.

his cum was gushing out of your cunt because there was just so much— the creamy substance spilling on his thighs and onto the floor, making a mess. "i—"

"did you just cum from that?" you cut off whatever he was going to say, amusement laced in your voice as you let go of his neck, his skin flushed with arousal and slight embarrassment. "listen, i honestly d-don't know what.. happened..." his voice went quiet at the last part of his sentence as you picked up your pace again, now slowly grinding your hips— feeling his cock stir awake inside of you.

you reached for his neck again, now with both hands— "do it again."

(god i love pathetic!dazai)

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