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MARRIED WITH TECCHOU
➪ request : “Married life with tecchou pleaaaaase” - anonymous
➪ other notes : i haven’t written in so long omg, non-edited, apologies ! this is also more like dating hcs… this is also so bad im so sorry
- being married to a fierce hunting dog, oh boy you’re in for a ride…
- you’re often woken up at the crack of dawn by the sound of the shower or tecchou clumsily slipping everywhere
- when he’s off to work, he always plants a kiss on either your forehead or your cheek
- the few times you want to send him off, he always tells you to go back to sleep
- you’re not often worried about his work since you know his strength is not something to brush off
- when you come back home, no matter how sweaty he is, he gives you a big hug, in which you probably have to push him off
- please never let this man near your kitchen unless you want salad with wasabi or plain pasta with mustard
- despite that, he’s interested in living a soft domestic life with you
- if it wasn’t for his pursuit to chase justice, he would have probably quit (if thats even possible) being a hunting dog to settle for a less demanding job
- it’s not that he doesn’t love his job, it’s that he loves you more
- that being said, you never have to worry about someone messing with you
- moving onto your home life, tecchou loves having soft moments with you as his job is full of chaos
- sometimes he just stares at you doing your daily activities, it might seem creepy but it’s a way he shows his love
- he likes helping around the house as long as it makes you happy
- i imagine he’d like having baths with you, not in a sexual way but he likes the heat your body radiates
- when you guys go to bed, expect him to hug you tightly throughout the whole night
- if you scoot away from him even a bit, he either scoots toward you or immediately pulls you back into his grasp
- alright enough of the fluff, onto arguments
- i don’t see you guys arguing often, but if anything, you’d argue about him being clueless
- but it’d be a short argument as you apologize for lashing out and he apologizes for not realizing how things are earlier
- still don’t know how you managed to manage this man when he’s in his own world 24/7
- you have no regrets though as he tries his best for both of you to live a comfortable life
Oc x cc againnn...
— bsd twitter links / visuals ! part... multiple !
featuring . dazai, mykola, kunikida, akutagawa, yosano + bonus (separate).
notices: fem bodied reader. make sure to log in to twitter ! i dont fw whatever the notes in the posts say so please ignore them ! this part includes multiple chars because my inbox has quite a few reqs of visuals with different chars so instead of spamming them i decided to make them into one single post. i couldn't help myself with the bonus sorry chat...
— dazai.
handjob while he plays video games.
picking up his pace ! make sure to keep up <3
he can be pretty rough when he's not lazy wants to be.
↑ some more.
choking you while fingering you. ughh i need.
llllloves using toys on you. he's so mean about it too.
on the agency's couch...
absolutely undeniably dazai coded.
— mykola.
he loves it messy. or making you a mess, you choose.
changing positions every minute cause he wants to try literally everything.
surely he can go deeper. and faster.
anywhere? anywhere.
loves dressing you up.
↑ and himself as well.
— kunikida.
loves having you give him a titjob.
sucking him off.
he is absolutely folding when you hug him during sex.
slow n deep.
he finally fucks you on his desk.
he's already trembling once in your arms.
— akutagawa.
please give him a handjob. he'll fold.
tries to keep his mouth occupied because he's not sure where to put it.
hugging him while riding him.
he's so gentle like you're porcelain.
this. just kiss him and cockwarm him and he's gone.
his everyday routine.
cuddly on the side <3
does not have a breeding kink however loves just filling you up.
morning.
— yosano.
riding her in reverse cowgirl.
sucking her strap while she holds your hair back for you <3
overstimming you with a vibrator.
↑ and making you wear her skirt while at it.
quickie in the agency's restroom when you're needy.
riding her.
fingering you n choking you.
sucking on her tits when she comes home after a tiring day.
+ bonus !
— chuuya.
after aftercare.
↑ some more.
you're both needy at work so he takes you to the pm headquarters' restroom to take care of it.
slapping your ass & rewarding you after.
this w him is justtt.
he decides to take the initiative.
part 1 for — dazai / chuuya / fyodor.
(ignore) requests that were for these characters utc !
Look who’s here
𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒜𝒟𝒜 𝒮𝒾𝑔𝓂𝒶
Character: Sigma
Warnings: N/A
After escaping & surviving the prison, Sigma joins Dazai at the Armed Detective Agency…
- Sigma has been through a lot to get to this point, where he can finally call something home
- He loves cuddles, in private of course but he still loves them
- not a huge PDA fan although he will hold your hand or give you a kiss on your hand/cheek
- Dazai will also tease him if he kisses your hand (etc.) just because he knows he can mess with you guys (no one can ever escape Dazai)
- Speaking of which, all of your coworkers approve of your relationship
- Kunikida is the only small exception, who only approves if you guys don’t fool around at work, focus on work and don’t just runaway when on missions together
- Sigma gets overly anxious on missions so you often join him to help calm him down
- Also if its an overnight mission you guys can cuddle all night before you start the main part of the mission
- Cuddling helps Sigma calm down because he knows your always right next to him
- Its definitely his favourite thing to do once a mission ends, just both of you two hugging in your pajamas
- You guys both have dorms at the ADA right next to each other, but you’ve given him the key to yours and you have his key
- Most of the time you sleep in his room although he does like going to your room aswell!
- Eventually Fukuzawa or Kunikida might just say to move in together
- If your mission ends in the afternoon then you guys go on cute coffee dates in the cafe below the agency
- Although sometimes the agency comes down to join you all
NEED BSD MEN HEADCANONS WITH THEM EXPERIENCING BABY FEVER FOR THE FIRST TIME
like they see a baby on social media being cute or something like that and they're just like "oh....I??? want one?????"
I’ve been waiting for this one >_<
✧˚ · . BSD men with baby fever - dazai osamu, chuuya nakahara, tachihara michizou, tetcho suehiro, sigma
summary ⋆ ★ mentions of pregnancy, babies babies babies, fluff, established relationship (dating reader), SFW with implied NSFW.
💌 BSD Men & Handwritten Notes Hidden in Your Things ✉️
Because sometimes, love is found in the smallest details.
⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ ˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 .ᐟ
feat: dazai, chuuya, fyodor
ꨄ˙ CW(s): gn! reader, mentions of alcohol (reader is drunk)
ꨄ˙ SYNOPSIS: in which you drink too much and don't even realize that your boyfriend is your boyfriend or you might as well be drunk in love
in the dimly lit bar, the air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. you found yourself swirling the remnants of a colorful cocktail, the room around you blurring as the night progressed.
older ellie x reader ۶ৎ
matured content. pure smut with little plot. fingering. degration. choking. slapping. spitting. age gap. forbidden. ellie knows damn well your dad will kill her once he finds out she fucked you.
The sun hangs low over the rolling fields of your family’s farm, painting the wheat gold and the air thick with the scent of earth and hay.
This town, your town, is small, tight knit, and reverent—everyone knows your father, the man who holds the reins of power, his name whispered with equal parts fear and respect.
You’re his daughter, the untouchable jewel, draped in soft dresses and shielded by his iron grip, at twenty, you’re the town’s darling, but the weight of his protectiveness chokes you, a gilded cage you’ve spent years rattling against.
You hate the way eyes avert when you pass, the way no one dares speak to you without glancing over their shoulder for your father’s shadow.
You’re not fragile, not the doll they think, and the fire in your chest burns for something—someone—to see the real you, the one who’s restless, cunning, alive.
Enter Ellie, the new worker your father hired to mend fences and haul hay,s he’s twenty-five, lean and weathered, with auburn hair tied back in a messy bun, freckles dusting her sharp cheekbones, and green eyes that cut through the haze of your boredom like a blade.
She’s different—doesn’t bow her head, doesn’t stammer when you catch her gaze, her flannel shirts are rolled up to her elbows, exposing corded forearms scarred from a life of hard work, and her boots kick up dust as she moves with a quiet confidence that makes your pulse quicken.
You’ve watched her from the porch, pretending to read, your eyes tracing the way her muscles flex under her shirt, the way she wipes sweat from her brow with a smirk, like she knows you’re looking.
She’s a mistake waiting to happen, and you’re drawn to it, to her, like a moth to a flame, it’s a late afternoon when it happens, the sky bruised with clouds, the air heavy with the promise of rain.
You’re in the barn, ostensibly checking the feed stores, but really, you’re there because you saw ellie head inside, her toolbox clanking.
The barn smells of hay and leather, and the dim light filters through slatted walls, casting stripes across her as she kneels, fixing a broken stall door.
You lean against a post, your dress—a soft, white thing your father loves—clinging to your thighs in the humid air.
"Need help?" you ask, voice teasing, and her head snaps up, those green eyes locking onto you.
"You don’t strike me as the manual labor type" she says, her tone dry but her gaze lingering, sliding down your frame in a way that makes your skin prickle.
You step closer, deliberate, letting your hips sway, knowing exactly what you’re doing. "Maybe I’m full of surprises" you say, and she stands, wiping her hands on her jeans, her smirk dangerous.
"Careful, princess" she warns, but there’s no real caution in it, just heat, you’re close now, close enough to smell the faint pine of her soap, to see the pulse in her neck.
"Or what?" you challenge, and it’s like a match striking her hand grabs your wrist, not hard but firm, pulling you against her.
"You’re trouble" she mutters, but her eyes are on your lips, and you know she’s already lost, the kiss is sudden, bruising, all teeth and hunger, her hands gripping your waist as she backs you against the barn wall, the wood rough against your back.
Your dress rides up, and her calloused fingers find your thighs, hitching them apart as she presses herself between them.
"Fuck, you’re gonna get me in trouble" she says, but she’s not stopping, and neither are you, your hands tangle in her hair, pulling her closer, and she groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you.
She’s rough, unpolished, and it’s everything you’ve craved, a rebellion against the pristine cage of your life, her hands are everywhere, tearing at your dress, exposing your skin to the humid air.
"Look at you, all perfect and proper" she says, her voice low, mocking :but you’re just a little sinner, aren’t you?" The words hit like a spark, and you moan, arching into her.
She yanks your underwear down, not bothering to be gentle, and her fingers slide through your wetness, making you gasp.
"So fucking wet already" she says, smirking, and before you can respond, she spits—right onto her fingers, the act so filthy it makes your head spin.
She rubs it into you, slow at first, circling your clit with a precision that has you trembling, your hands clutching her shoulders for balance.
"You like that, huh?" she taunts, and her other hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze "town’s precious girl, begging for my fingers" She pushes one inside you, then two, thick and rough, stretching you open, and you cry out, your hips bucking against her hand.
She’s relentless, curling her fingers, hitting that spot that makes your knees buckle, her thumb still working your clit "look at you" she says, "Bet your daddy’d lose his mind if he saw you like this." The degradation stings, but it’s a good sting, feeding the fire in your chest, and you push back against her fingers, wanting more.
She slaps you—not hard, just enough to make your cheek sting, your eyes watering as you gasp, "greedy little thing" she says, and her hand slides to your throat, squeezing lightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make you feel her control.
Your pulse hammers under her fingers, and she’s watching you, her eyes burning, like she’s memorizing every flush, every shudder.
"Say it" she demands, her fingers slowing inside you, teasing, "say you’re a bad girl." You whimper, "I’m a bad girl" and she grins, wicked, before spitting again this time on your lips, the wet heat shocking you into a moan.
"That’s right" she says, and her fingers speed up, pounding into you, the wet sounds loud in the quiet barn, you’re close, so close, your body shaking, your thighs trembling as you grind against her hand.
Her grip on your throat tightens just a fraction, her thumb brushing your lips, smearing her spit, and it’s filthy, degrading, perfect.
"Come for me, little sinner" she says, and her voice is a growl, her fingers relentless, curling and thrusting, her thumb pressing hard on your clit, you come with a scream, your body convulsing, clenching around her fingers, pleasure crashing through you like a storm.
She doesn’t stop, working you through it, her hand slick with you, her eyes locked on yours as you sob her name, your nails digging into her arms.
She finally slows, her fingers slipping out, and she brings them to her lips, licking them clean with a smirk that makes your stomach flip.
"Taste like trouble" she says, and her hand on your throat softens, stroking your jaw as you pant, still trembling, she pulls you against her, kissing you slow, deep, her tongue tasting of you, and it’s softer now, but the heat’s still there.
"We’re fucked if he finds out" she murmurs, but there’s a grin in her voice, like she’s willing to burn for this, you nod, dazed, your dress still bunched around your waist, your body humming with the aftershocks of her touch.
requests in which skk decide they need a third
Half Measures ~
After an accidental and messy reunion with Dazai after two years, you - like you suspected - ended up with your clothes off. But when your tryst had an unexpected imaginary cameo by a friend of yours, you realised some things really never do change - and Dazai and Chuuya's competitiveness really does transcend time and space.
NSFW CONTENT - Dazai my little content warning 𖹭 alcohol mentions, reader n dazai n chuuya grew up together in pm, pm!reader - ada!dazai, droplets of angst, fluffy, cockwarming, f!reader riding, reader had chuuya-sex-tm during the years they weren't together, basically Dazai is competitive and gets off on reader talking about chuuya-sex-tm while they fuck :3 It's sweet really, I promise you. My pussy wrote this while I was sleeping. She kinda a good writer fr. 5.2k~
Perhaps if you and Dazai Osamu had a slogan, it would be no half measures. It was the same two years ago, and the same now. While he loved to weave his webs, leaving those none the wiser to find out later that he had a grand plan all along, there, ultimately, was nothing subtle about it.
— bsd twitter links / visuals ! part... multiple !
featuring . dazai, mykola, kunikida, akutagawa, yosano + bonus (separate).
notices: fem bodied reader. make sure to log in to twitter ! i dont fw whatever the notes in the posts say so please ignore them ! this part includes multiple chars because my inbox has quite a few reqs of visuals with different chars so instead of spamming them i decided to make them into one single post. i couldn't help myself with the bonus sorry chat...
— dazai.
handjob while he plays video games.
picking up his pace ! make sure to keep up <3
he can be pretty rough when he's not lazy wants to be.
↑ some more.
choking you while fingering you. ughh i need.
llllloves using toys on you. he's so mean about it too.
on the agency's couch...
absolutely undeniably dazai coded.
— mykola.
he loves it messy. or making you a mess, you choose.
changing positions every minute cause he wants to try literally everything.
surely he can go deeper. and faster.
anywhere? anywhere.
loves dressing you up.
↑ and himself as well.
— kunikida.
loves having you give him a titjob.
sucking him off.
he is absolutely folding when you hug him during sex.
slow n deep.
he finally fucks you on his desk.
he's already trembling once in your arms.
— akutagawa.
please give him a handjob. he'll fold.
tries to keep his mouth occupied because he's not sure where to put it.
hugging him while riding him.
he's so gentle like you're porcelain.
this. just kiss him and cockwarm him and he's gone.
his everyday routine.
cuddly on the side <3
does not have a breeding kink however loves just filling you up.
morning.
— yosano.
riding her in reverse cowgirl.
sucking her strap while she holds your hair back for you <3
overstimming you with a vibrator.
↑ and making you wear her skirt while at it.
quickie in the agency's restroom when you're needy.
riding her.
fingering you n choking you.
sucking on her tits when she comes home after a tiring day.
+ bonus !
— chuuya.
after aftercare.
↑ some more.
you're both needy at work so he takes you to the pm headquarters' restroom to take care of it.
slapping your ass & rewarding you after.
this w him is justtt.
he decides to take the initiative.
part 1 for — dazai / chuuya / fyodor.
(ignore) requests that were for these characters utc !
can i request a scenario where mori’s naughty s/o wakes him up with a blowjob?
Genre: NSFW
Tags: Blowjob, Deepthroat, Facial
A/N: I gotchu, anon! I guess you guys really enjoy making me sin here ( ・ั﹏・ั) Anyway, here is your order! I made it extra nasty for you hehehe. Enjoy enjoy~
***
You shuffle around on the comforter, the early sunlight leaking through your eyelids. You strained your eyes open and saw the calm skies outside. You crouched down as you feel the cold morning breeze seeped through the thick sheets. You hear a low sigh and you turned to your side to see Mori’s peaceful face.
You smiled. He looks best like this, in your opinion. You never get tired of seeing him sleeping, looking just like a guiltless man resting after a day of hard work. You imagined the both of you as an old couple who settled down in a peaceful countryside, with a lake house and a wheat field. You have your own art room where you spend your slow afternoons painting away. It’s a picturesque scene straight out of a movie; and a scene that would stay in one because you know you’ll never fit the timid housewife role, you’re far too naughty for that.
Studying his innocent form, you realized how much it excites you to see how vulnerable he is. Mori has always been the one to hold the reigns in your relationship. He’s always in control and always on top: of you and of everything. You wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to turn the tables on him for once. You bit your lip as you stare at his lips, remembering all the times you’ve tasted it. Your eyes wandered down his body and found another part of him that you enjoy tasting.
You carefully pushed the comforter down on Mori’s form, stopping when you’ve eyed his pajama pants. You unconsciously licked your lips as you make out the impression of his bulge on the thin fabric. Your eyes flicked at his face one more time, checking if he’s coming to it but it seems like he’s still deep in sleep so you made your move towards his crotch. You slowly lay by his side on your stomach and propped up on your elbows before undoing the ribbons on his pants. His pajamas rustled as you gently palmed his cock as if coaxing it to wake up before his master finds out. You pull down the band with caution and gingerly took his cock out of its confinement.
You didn’t waste your time and softly stroked him up and down, rubbing the tip every now and then. Your eyes glistened and desire already started to build up in your pit, you’re already practically drooling just from remembering how it feels to have his cock in your mouth. Before you even know it, you’re leaning in. You stuck your tongue out and slowly licked the head, the faint salty taste hitting your taste buds in an instant. You continue licking his tip for a few more times before enclosing your mouth around it completely, gently sucking and swirling your tongue on it.
Mori hummed softly and your eyes nervously shot up at his face, fearing that you’ll have to end your little game before you’ve even enjoyed it, but he’s still asleep. You stayed still for a moment, just for good measure, before continuing to suck him. He didn’t move an inch since then and you lost yourself in popping the plump muscle in and out of your mouth. Your saliva gathered at the corner of your lips as you withdrew from his cock. You readjusted yourself in your position and looked up at Mori as you drag your tongue from the base of his cock and up to his shaft, the velvety texture of his skin smoothed on the ridges of your tongue and his musky scent filling your nose. You licked every inch of his diameter as much as possible given your position on his side. With his cock now fully erected in your face, you moved your hand down to cup his balls. You glanced up at Mori once more, when you’re sure he’s still snoozing, you pull yourself up and kissed the tip of his cock before your mouth descended on his length.
This... was not on my list of things to draw. Anyways,
a chance to relax ? it's less likely than you think