➪ 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
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 !
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.
Dazai Osamu:
Dazai would only get baby fever if you two had been together for a while. That he trusts you with his being and heart. He’s lost so many others in the span of a few years, he doesn’t want to lose you too. Or a baby. A family is something that’s unknown to him. The closest thing he had to one was with Ango and Odasaku, but look how that ended up.
But when that video of a baby crawling over to her mama and papa came up on his social media feed one day, something in his mind just seemed to focus on ‘baby baby baby’. At the Agency, all he could think about was his future baby. The dark curls they’d inherit, and your lips and eyes. Kunikida could smack him for all he cared, but Dazai was the one with a girlfriend. And at home, one could say it got even more embarrassing there. Online shopping carts would magically start having baby clothes in them, and a music playlist with the title of ‘lullabies for future baby dazai <3’ appeared as well.
Of course, you ask why it’s popping up. Instead of being smart and playfully brushing it off, the fever grows to a whole new degree where he gets down on his knees in front of you and begs for a baby. He just wants a family of his own. Is it so much to ask for? Someone he’ll love unconditionally and that they’ll love him back. And wouldn’t it be the ultimate gift of your love? Something that came from the both of you and your shared efforts?
By the miracle of his persuasive words (and even more persuasive cock), you had agreed. Dazai could hardly wait for night nowadays where he’d try to stuff a baby into you. His baby. A family with you. The fever isn’t giving up, and a positive pregnancy test is his only hopeful sign of recovering.
Chuuya Nakahara
Chuuya gets baby fever very quick. It’s not his fault that he gets attached so early on in the relationship. You just complete him—the empty side where he questions everything. An answer to his purpose in life. You’re a goddess in his eyes, and he worships the ground you walk on. He also enjoys talking about you and showing you off. It’d be more impressive if he could show off a baby in your belly, though.
He blames it all on his subordinates. The fuckers are young—like him—and irresponsible. The Port Mafia is a soul’s last resort, and so one loses all sense of purpose and dignity. That leads to pregnancies, occasionally. The fathers are also usually part of the Mafia, and so when Chuuya saw the expecting parents walking around, he couldn’t help but think of you. Belly swollen with his seed, tits heavy with milk to nourish his child. He was a goner day one of the fever. The following weeks are discreetly spent reading articles about parenting, looking at cute videos of families and staring at your stomach a whole lot more now.
He tries to indirectly ask about your feelings on the topic when you’re both sleepily intoxicated on a Sunday. Snuggling up to you on the couch while his tired voice asks if you thought you two would be good parents. One hand rested absentmindedly on your stomach, kneading it slowly while you smiled and said yes. Of course, it didn’t mean you wanted one now or anything, but in the moment it sure seemed like you had said that you wanted his baby now.
That’s probably how you two ended up under the sheets, too drunk to remember protection as he prayed for a baby to be conceived. A pillow under your hips while his rolled against yours endlessly until his cum painted your cervix and walls white. He doesn’t pull out either, nor do you push him off. Deep down, he knows you want the same too. A mini-Nakahara.
Tachihara Michizou
He’s a mix of Dazai and Chuuya. He’ll get baby fever quickly after you start dating because he’s known you for so long. You two had been on the streets together for a while and joined the Hunting Dogs together. You’re his family, and he’s yours. It’s always been just you and him forever. Tachihara needs that security in order to even think about a baby of his own.
When he does, it’s when Atsushi randomly gave him a stroller with a baby in it. Tachihara had no clue on what to do when it started crying and Gin teased him for it, but damn did it look kinda similar to you and him. Then that pesky thought entered his mind after work as he tried to get it out. You’re both only nineteen, for Christ’s sake! And you haven’t even been dating for a year! Tachihara’s not going to ask you for one until you’re at least twenty-three together and still happy.
But lord, four years is a painful waiting time. But he knows you’re worth it. That the future baby is worth it. He’ll try and subtly to have you get baby fever too by going to parks more often where parents are fussing over their kids and he’ll make a comment about how you baby him like that and that your offspring will like him better. You don’t seem too convinced, but he’ll change that. Just like how he’s changing both of your future for the better.
His dreams consist of you and him raising a family in the peaceful countryside where no one will ever threaten you again. No crime or tragedy, just you and him. His biological family may all either be dead or hating him, but that doesn’t matter. You’re his family, and you love him.
Tetcho Suehiro
Tetcho doesn’t even know he has baby fever. All he knows is that he’s dating you—his heavenly angel. Everything in his life is good and normal. He has a job he deeply cherishes and loves, friends, and a civilian fiancée. The only thing he wishes for is to keep you happy and content with life and your relationship. A baby’s not on his mind for a while. Why would it? He’s got everything he needs.
But that one encounter with a child he saved from a criminal had him questioning it. The way it thanked him and hugged him got his fatherly side up and running. He thought it was just sweet of the kid to do so. Not that he wanted one of his own. Though his brain was different; insistent and pleading whenever he took you out on that one date and saw you help escort a lost child back to their parents. Tetcho’s a blunt honest individual, if you ask him something, he will most likely say the truth.
So when you see his adoring gaze at you, you ask him if he was okay and he just replies that he wants a baby too. One more thing to add to his life. You’re already engaged, he’s devoted to you forever more. He’ll take such good care of you and the baby. Money’s not an issue, and your relationship is stable and healthy. Isn’t it the best time for a baby?
He still doesn’t see it as baby fever when you tell him it. It’s just natural, right? Reproduction. He’d be a good father, he thinks. And he’ll tell you that until you give in and allow him to be a daddy-to-be.
Sigma
Sigma is also a goner day one. Coming from the Book has always made him feel out of place in the world. He has no mother, no father. No document of birth or a childhood He just came into being from words alone, and that makes him fascinated by you. He admires it, strangely enough. Your womb. The fact you could carry a baby just was stuck in his mind.
Your period is what first started his baby fever. When you first went through it shortly after your relationship began and he thought you were dying, you had to explain that you went through this every month unless you were pregnant. He offered to give you a baby, feeling bad for you. You of course said no, but he still has the offer up. He’s seen some pregnant patrons at the Casino, albeit rarely. Sigma wonders what you would look like carrying his baby. Letting him—a man not born quite like anyone else—do the honors of fathering your first child. Lord, he obsesses over it.
He has to sleep every night with his face buried in your stomach. When he falls asleep, he dreams of your future baby. It’s so bad for him. He needs to know he’s normal like everyone else. And nearly everybody can make a baby, right? If you really loved him, you’d let him try and make one with you too. To prove that yes, he’s human even if his origins are odd.
Sigma isn’t giving up. He’s a determined man with a goal in sight. He worked hard for everything he has in life right now, exhausting both his mind and body to the point of nearly insanity. A reward can be given to him, right? He’s heard Fyodor talk about God, and while he isn’t particularly religious himself, surely God will recognize his actions and give him a baby?
You find them in your coat pockets, tucked between the pages of books, slipped into your bag when you’re not looking.
Some are teasing.
“I saw you looking at me earlier. Falling for me already, bella?”
Some are poetic.
“If I leave before you wake, don’t think of it as me disappearing—think of it as me waiting for you in another moment.”
And some—the rare ones—are real.
A napkin from the café you both love, with only five words scribbled in his elegant handwriting:
“You make the world bearable.”
You never bring them up.
And neither does he.
Because Dazai will never say these things aloud.
But he knows you find them. He knows you keep them.
And that—that is enough for him.
💌 Chuuya Nakahara – What I Can’t Say Out Loud
Chuuya doesn’t write notes often.
But when he does—you keep every single one.
They’re never long, never dramatic—just small things, things he wouldn’t say aloud but still wants you to know.
Tucked inside your wallet:
“Buy yourself something nice. And don’t argue.”
Slipped under your coffee cup in the morning:
“You didn’t sleep well, did you? Take it easy today.”
And sometimes—the ones that mean the most.
Left beside your pillow when he has to leave for a mission before you wake up:
“I’ll be back soon. Be safe. I love you.”
(That one, you keep in your nightstand.)
Because Chuuya doesn’t say these things often.
But when he does—he means them.
💌 Fyodor Dostoevsky – Messages in Riddles and Ruin
Fyodor does not leave notes.
He leaves challenges.
You find them in the books he lends you—passages underlined, cryptic quotes with no explanation.
“Is it possible to love and still be cruel?”
“To know someone is to destroy them. Do you agree?”
Sometimes, it’s a chess move written on a torn scrap of paper, left on your desk, as if waiting for you to make the next move.
But one night—you find something different.
A letter, folded neatly, hidden under your pillow.
Not a riddle. Not a test.
Just one line.
“I will never ask you to stay, but I will always wonder if you will.”
And suddenly—you realize that even Fyodor Dostoevsky has things he is afraid to say.
💌 Nikolai Gogol – Do You Know the Magic Word?
Nikolai’s notes are pure chaos.
Scattered everywhere—on the fridge, in your shoes, attached to the ceiling somehow.
“What do you mean this isn’t the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you?”
“If I disappeared tomorrow, would you miss me? Trick question, I already know the answer. (You totally would.)”
“Do you know the magic words? (Hint: it’s ‘please give Nikolai a kiss.’)”
But then—there’s one that’s different.
No jokes. No games.
Just a single note, folded small, hidden in the sleeve of your coat.
“I know I make it hard to tell, but you are the only thing I’ve ever been afraid of losing.”
And for once—Nikolai does not ask you if you found it.
💌 Sigma – I Hope You Find This
Sigma’s notes are careful.
Neatly written, placed somewhere he knows you’ll find them but never where you expect.
Inside your favorite book:
“I noticed you like reading this before bed. Sweet dreams.”
Tucked into your luggage before a long trip:
“If you get anxious, just remember—I’m waiting for you to come back.”
And once—one that makes your breath catch.
A note he must have written long before he had the courage to give it to you, one that somehow ended up between the pages of an old journal:
“I think I love you. I don’t know if I should.”
When you ask him about it, his face flushes, his hands gripping his sleeves.
“You… weren’t supposed to find that one.”
But you’re smiling.
Because you did.
And maybe, deep down, he wanted you to.
💌 Ryunosuke Akutagawa – Words Are Not Easy for Me
Akutagawa does not know how to express himself.
So when you start finding his notes, you’re shocked.
A folded scrap of paper slipped into your bag before a mission:
“Be careful. Don’t be reckless.”
A small card tucked between the pages of a book he gave you:
“I don’t know what you like, so I chose something I thought was good. Let me know if I was wrong.”
A short letter, written in careful, deliberate strokes, as if he spent too long trying to make it perfect.
“I don’t understand why you stay. But I am trying to. I don’t know how to say this in person, but I… care for you. Even if I don’t always show it.”
(That one, you hold onto the longest.)
Because for Akutagawa, love is not spoken.
It is written.
In stiff, uncertain words.
In quiet, careful notes.
In ways he will never say aloud, but hope you understand anyway.
💌 Ranpo Edogawa – If You Need Proof, Here It Is.
Ranpo’s notes are ridiculous.
Written in crayon, scribbled on candy wrappers, left in your pocket when you aren’t looking.
“If you’re reading this, you owe me a snack.”
“I’m a genius, and you love me. What a great combination!”
“I know you miss me right now. Even if I’m in the same room. (Admit it.)”
But then—a different one.
Taped to the corner of your mirror, written more neatly than usual.
“I never write things down when I don’t have to. But sometimes, I like to remind you that you matter to me. Even though you already knew that, didn’t you?”
And when you ask him about it, he just grins, stealing a bite of your snack.
“What, you wanted me to say it in person? Too bad, I already wrote it down.”
But later—when he leans against you, his head resting on your shoulder—
You hear him mutter, “Just so you know… I meant it.”
There’s something so endearing about the little notes left behind—playful scribbles tucked between pages, heartfelt words slipped into coat pockets, a simple “thinking of you” on a post-it by the coffee cup. Love doesn’t always need grand gestures; sometimes, it’s found in ink-stained fingertips and the quiet reassurance of I am here, I love you, I remember you. The smallest acts of love are often the greatest, not because of their size, but because of the thought woven into them—the gentle proof that someone’s heart lingers with you, even when they’re not there. ♡
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.
DAZAI sits beside you, and couldn't help but notice your flushed-pink demeanor, fueled by the drinks you had consumed, and giggles to himself.
in your tipsy state, you tilt your head, looking at dazai with a playful suspicion. the room spun slightly, and you sway on your seat, trying to focus on his face.
"you know," you slur, "you're a suspicious stranger. i bet you've got some secret agenda." you point an accusing finger at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
dazai, amused by your playful accusations, couldn't help but giggle even more, "oh, do i now? well, i'm just a harmless 'stranger' who happened to find the most adorable drunk person in the entire bar."
you raise an eyebrow skeptically, still not recognizing him, "adorable, huh? well, mr. stranger-fanger, you're gonna have to prove it." you cross your arms, a challenging smirk on your flushed face.
dazai, seizing the opportunity, wraps his arms around you with a mockingly serious expression, "see? no danger here, just a guy who appreciates adorable drunks."
you broke into a fit of giggles, melting into his embrace, "well, you're not that bad for a stranger, i guess."
completely unaware that the 'stranger' was, in fact, your boyfriend, you continued to enjoy the whimsical dance of laughter and teasing, creating a memory that would undoubtedly be cherished in the days to come.
"i'm gonna be serious though, i am your boyfriend," dazai says to you.
you blink softly at him, your tipsy-drunk state had somehow lead you to look at him as such. dazai blinks back before a grin starts to tug on his lips.
"do i have to remind my dearest? well, then. buckle up because you're in for a treat!" he says before he instantly starts peppering your face in kisses as he holds you tightly.
you immediately start to squeal and giggle as you are reminded of the constant kisses that your boyfriend would give you admist the alcohol in your system.
"osamuuu!" you say in a soft whine before he pecks your lips.
dazai grins even more widely at your cute little whine as he cups your face now, "that's more like it. goodness, such an adorable drunk you are, hmm?"
CHUUYA watches with a mix of concern and amusement as your cheerful demeanor transformed into a tipsy state.
as the night wore on, chuuya decides it was time to take you home. he gently placed his gloved hand on your shoulder, trying to capture your attention, "hey, it's getting late. how about we head home?" he suggests, his voice warm and caring.
however, in your inebriated state, you misinterpreted the situation. you gasp sharply before you squirm in your seat and whine softly, "nooo, i'm having so much fun here! plus, you can't take me home! i have a boyfriend!"
chuuya was flabbergasted, but he couldn't help but chuckle at your resistance afterwards upon seeing this, "come on, baby, i'm not a stranger. i'm your boyfriend, and I just want to make sure you get home safely."
now it's you blinking softly, looking at him with a mix of confusion and innocence, "boyfriend? really?" you giggle, completely unaware of the true nature of your relationship.
"you're being so silly right now, i almost can't with you," chuuya sighs, still laughing softly, "geez, i didn't know my baby can be this forgetful with this much alcohol."
undeterred, chuuya continued to coax you gently, his amusement growing as you stare at him in awe as you begin to pat his cheeks in your warm hands, "this pretty face is all mine?"
chuuya chuckles again, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he takes your hands in his before leaning in to press a lingering kiss on your lips and whispering, "i'm all yours, baby."
the night unfolded in a blend of laughter, warmth, and the endearing challenge of convincing you that the 'stranger' was, in fact, the person who cared for you the most, and you couldn't help but giggle even more into the kiss.
FYODOR observes your increasing intoxication with a measured gaze, a sense of concern clouding his usually composed demeanor.
as the night unfolds, you continued to enjoy the array of drinks that nikolai had generously provided you two. fyodor, recognizing the potential consequences, decided it was time to intervene. he places a hand gently on your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
"dear, perhaps it's time to slow down," fyodor suggests, his voice calm and measured as he tries to get you to stop.
you looked at him with a tipsy grin, oblivious to the fact that fyodor was your boyfriend, "but nikolai is just being generous. no harm in a few more, riiight?"
fyodor's piercing gaze held a mixture of concern and determination, "i'd rather not see you regretting this tomorrow. let's enjoy the night responsibly," he insists, attempting to guide you away from the tempting allure of more drinks.
however, in your intoxicated state, you resisted his efforts, misinterpreting his intentions, "oh, come on! live a little, stranger!" you playfully tease, unaware that fyodor was the person you were romantically involved with.
fyodor couldn't help but hide a small smile at your playful antics, though he inwardly feels a twinge of sadness at being referred to as a stranger, maintained his composure.
he observes you with a subtle sadness in his eyes, a fleeting emotion that betrayed the depth of his feelings. still, he wasn't one to give up easily.
with a gentle touch, he cupped your face, making you meet his gaze, "remember, i'm the one who cares deeply for you," he murmurs with a faint smile, his eyes staring in yours.
"i may be a stranger in this particular scenario, but i am not to you," fyodor replies softly, realizing that your drunken state was proving to be a barrier. yet, he didn't relent.
the realization began to dawn on you, your intoxicated mind slowly connecting the dots, "wait a minute... you care about me? really?"
fyodor nods, his eyes holding a mixture of hope and longing, "more than you can imagine."
you blink softly, still processing the situation through the haze of alcohol. before you could react, fyodor leaned in, pressing a soft and lingering kiss against your lips. the touch was tender yet filled with an unspoken depth of emotion, an attempt to bridge the gap that had momentarily separated you.
as the kiss unfolded, a subtle warmth spread through you, and the fog of intoxication seemed to lift momentarily. the taste of familiarity mingled with the hint of sadness, creating a poignant moment that transcended the blurred boundaries of the night. fyodor then pulls away, his gaze searching yours for any signs of recognition.
there was a pause, a moment of suspended realization. slowly, your eyes widened, and a spark of recognition flickered within them. "wait," you whisper, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and clarity as you smile. "you're not a stranger, only my fedya kisses me like that!"
a soft smile tugged at the corners of fyodor's lips as the weight of being called a stranger lifted. the kiss had served as a catalyst, a bridge that connected the fragments of memory scattered in the alcohol-induced haze.
"my, my, how could you forget your fedya, dear?" fyodor sighs, shaking his head before he kisses your lips again and whispers, "traitor.."
ꨄ˙ A.N.: i feel like i might have written fyodor in an ooc-ish way, and if i did, i apologize !! haven't written for him in so long and i don't write for him as often as dazai and chuuya. this is also kinda silly i think now that i've finished writing this lol !! thank you so much for reading until the end (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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.
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.
Your impromptu reunion was no exception. The man had left to become a 'good guy' as it were, two years ago. Even the thought had you huffing breaths of joyless laughter when it crossed your mind as you brushed your teeth. Not because he had no good in him, oh no, he had tonnes of good. Shit covered gold is still gold, right? You'd always seen the gold, always cherished it, reminded him of it when he forgot. That's what you gave to the boys as you grew up in the mafia, dealing with shit storms of violence all day. You were their safe space, their reminder that no matter what they did, were ordered to do, they still had that gold inside. You seemed to find it effortlessly.
Did it mean you weren't mad, though? Mad at Dazai fucking Osamu of all people for being able to weazel out of the mafia at the behest of a dead friend and have a happy good guy life? No it fucking didn't. You were mad, pissed, angry and...heartbroken. but not because he didn't deserve it. Just because...that life wasn't with you.
Now all of this was discussed in no uncertain words, raised voices and snarks and huffs and tears, the last few hours, after you bumped into eachother underneath one of Yokohama's bridges. You didn't think Dazai bumped into anyone. But he seemed genuinely shocked to see you. Your filled out body, your beautiful face that made his heart ache uncomfortably in his ribcage, that scar he knew definitely hadn't been there before. His safe space, the only one that saw all the good, nourished it. The only thing he had never wanted to run from. You, that he left behind in the darkness.
They were a mess, these hours, because of course they were. Words weren't enough to express both your feelings, even if either of you were good with expressing them. But you managed. You had to. Because you never thought you'd see him again, before this.
So that's how you ended up in your apartment. He hadn't seen it, yet. Hadn't met your cat, either, who - despite hating strangers - hopped into his lap happily the moment he sat and curled up as if he belonged there.
Over lumpy throats, tight chests, and a two year old bottle of whiskey, more talking was done. And now you were in his lap.
I think you probably see where this is going, right? No half measures, always some grand finale. The point is, Dazai didn't plan any of this. But you, both of you, even before, even growing up, were never subtle. Always intense and a beautiful gorgeous mess of chaos.
So as you replaced the cat in his lap, clothes strewn across the sofa beside you, his cock nestled deep inside you after a round like it belonged there - like it never fucking left - you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. Even as the hurt feelings lingered. They would, for a while, you knew. He knew. But it didn't change the way you felt about eachother.
Dazai's head was spinning as he came down from your combined high. He could barely focus, fingers still trailing idly over your bare back, tracing patterns mindlessly onto your skin. He hadn't thought he'd see you again either. Not like this. Not anywhere but from an aching distance with you none the wiser.
He just needed you close, needed to keep feeling you, and not let go. He whispered, that hum of a tone you knew used to be reserved for you, soft, gentle.
“You’re...still amazing.”
You chuckled breathlessly as the words reached your ears, planting a soft wet kiss on his neck just above his bandages. Your heart felt warm. Tired, but warm.
"You thought I'd have lost my edge? I've only grown up, Dazai~" you murmured, fond, teasing gently.
He let out a soft scoff, and his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling your lips and breath against his skin.
He shook his head as you spoke, dark hair falling into his eyes a little. “Of course not..” he breathed softly. “You've not lost your sharpness, either.”
It was one of the reasons you just worked. It was as though you spoke in another language, a communication of smartass snark and wit that left others confused and bewildered when they tried with futility to keep up.
He closed his eyes as he spoke again, as close to reverent as the man could get. "I don't think I realised how much I missed your body until now."
The words made you clench a little around him, involuntarily, your walls tightening in a brief squeeze as you were reminded of your position. You let out a soft huff of pleased amusement, fond and sleepy sated.
"Mmh~ Others didnt quite match up?" You weren't sure why you asked, in fact you kinda wished you hadn't when it plopped out your mouth. But there was that lingering anxiety curled up in your chest that would take a while to ease. Thinking about him being with other people while he was gone made your insides writhe uncomfortably, albeit reluctantly, even if his cock was comfy inside you.
He felt the slight clench and let out a soft noise of pleasure, his mouth moving to your neck, trailing kisses on your skin. Each one a tiny message of affection. Of course there were other people. But no one like you. No one ever matched you.
He spoke against your neck, his voice soft and tired. “You know they didn’t.”
Your fingers tightened on his shoulders a little as he trailed a kiss moistened path down your neck, your eyes fluttering closed as you tried to focus on the sensation rather than the thoughts.
Perhaps each kiss was a small apology, for all the pain he'd caused as a result of his actions, his inability to bring you with him, and his incapability to handle contact with you the last two years knowing he'd break if he had.
"It didn't mean anything."
"I know."
Your own language again. Speaking in half complete sentences, picking it up as if he'd never left. You used to find it funny how others used to look at you, seemingly reading each others mind quick fire.
You did know. Your heart still didn't like it, though.
He hummed against your neck, the vibrations gently lulling. He knew you knew. His own heart was conflicted too. Filling the you-shaped void was never successful, of course, even if the physical act itself was somewhat pleasurable.
After a gentle teasing comment about you feeling the same inside, and you wiggling a little on his lap in response, his hands came to hold your waist tighter to keep you still - his dick stirring inside you with the subtle overstimulation.
After a moment, he paused, those brown eyes glinting in the dim light with a subtle hint of mischief and curiosity. "And...what about you?"
You knew what he was asking. Frankly, it was a conversation you'd rather avoid, but you'd been the one to bring it up because you were a dumbass, apparently. You always seemed to lose a few braincells when it came to him. He had too many to count.
You felt a blush creep up your neck a little, no clothes to hide behind, and huffed a bit indignant.
"A...bit. not as much as you, almost certainly," you said with a small chuckle. He always was a bit of a slut.
He chuckled at your blushing, ever finding your flusterment amusing, and his hand slid slowly along your hip. His gaze lingered on your body, taking you in. Re-memorising you. The achingly familiar, yet subtly new, curves and marks.
"You're not going to say who was in your bed while I was away?"
"What, you want a hit list?"
You asked the question rather dryly, raising an eyebrow with amused scepticism. It was a joke...mostly.
He barked out a laugh, and rolled his pretty eyes. You always were a smartass, and he loved that about you.
He gave you a small tap on your hip, and answered dryly, his tone mock-offended. "Yes. Is there a problem with that?"
"A little, sure," you chuckled. "I don't wish to be the cause of death for those who might suffer your wrath~"
His fingers dug lightly into your hips, and he bit back a moan at the way you were moving.
"Oh, come now...you're underestimating my self control," he teased. "You forget, I'm a model citizen."
"Oh yes, how could I forget. You're the good guy now, and I'm the one in the mafia~" the last word was emphasised with a spooky lilt.
He smirked, ever charmed by your sarcasm.
"Exactly. So you shouldn't doubt me, mafia princess~"
It earned him a grumpy huff and narrowed eyes, which was rather undercut by the fact you were cockwarming him while chatting idly.
After a few moments, him nuzzling and running his nose up your neck, he paused and raised an eyebrow at you slowly with a playful curious smirk. "And...a list, is it?"
You blushed again a bit, tucked into his neck, and let out another indignant huff. You really wished you'd kept your damn mouth shut.
"No...not really," you admitted. There weren't many people. It was rather who...
"Come now, you can tell meee~"
Dazai's tone was playful, amused. But he was genuinely curious, he did want to know. You'd said there were others. Who were they? Were they a one night stand or was it a repeat thing? The idea of anyone else touching you made his chest ache a bit, though he was fully aware he didn't have much of a right to it. It was understandable, you were eachothers person.
Another thing about Dazai, he didn't often let things go, especially with you. Realistically, you did not want to have this conversation with him still nestled deep inside your pussy. But this was you two. Stupid and messy and ridiculous.
You sighed, deeply, and looked up at him through your eyelashes, heart doing quick thumps in your chest.
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"Chuuya."
-
He couldn't say he was surprised. You three had been inseparable in the mafia, and Chuuya - while being a grumpy old chibi about literally everything else - had a soft streak for you a mile wide. But it didn't mean his heart was totally happy with it.
His eyes found yours again. "Chuuya, huh?"
Time to explain.
Your eyes searched his for his feelings, fingers drawing soft and idle patterns on his collarbone.
"Well... When you left we were both pretty shaken, fucked up. We only had eachother, y'know?" You paused for a minute, gaze tracing his face. "His wine might have had something to do with it~"
He was trying hard to keep his expression and his voice steady, his fingers tightening on your skin. The thought of you in bed with Chuuya, touching you, kissing you, having you was making him more than a little possessive.
Still, he couldn't deny that it made sense, that at the time when they were both so in pain, it was only natural that they'd seek comfort in each other.
He gave a soft scoff, his voice still somewhat even. "The drunken hatrack, I must question your taste~"
Your ability to read him was still sharp, despite the subtle rust on the edges from the time apart.
"Don't...be sad about it," you said, softly, lifting a finger to trace down his nose gently. "We all grew up together, explored together, yknow. It was...likely, I guess."
"I'm not sad. I'm just... not thrilled."
He felt a shiver go through him as your finger traced down his nose. The feeling was so familiar, so familiar it hurt. And it was exactly that. They'd grown up together, they'd explored their bodies and the world together. It made sense that they would be together in that time. But it didn't mean he had to like it.
"I know." You said. Soft, reassuring. And a touch guilty, despite it not being a fault or misstep.
"But...he's not the one inside me now, is he?~"
Had you forgotten he was still nestled deep inside your walls while you talked? He almost had, comfortable. But your comment, the discussion, that subtle intoxicating tease to your tone amongst the gentleness saved for him...it made his cock twitch with renewed interest. Your words had inadvertently triggered, awakened, something you knew all too well.
His eyes gleamed in the muted light, and he gave you a devilish smirk. "I'm more interesting than Chuuya, anyways."
He gripped your waist tighter, his eyes darkening in the dim lighting. His fingers trailed up your stomach achingly feather light, and came up to your chest, tracing lazy circles. His touch was more possessive than he intended. Not that he cared.
"I bet I feel better too~"
You made a soft sound of pleasure mixed with exasperation, and rolled your eyes, shooting him an unimpressed look that said 'seriously?' The comment was hot, and so damn him. This guy, honestly. Always the same.
"You're so..." You chuckled. "Ridiculous."
But you hadn't caught on yet, had you. The danger you were walking into? The way his cock started to stir more than before, filling itself slowly as it stayed nestled deep inside you. His smirk grew cockier, cheekier, and he nipped at your neck.
"Ridiculously charming, you mean~"
His fingers wrapped around your waist, tighter. He pulled you down a little further onto himself, sighing a pretty breath through his lips as you felt even tighter around him.
He looked up at you through his eyelashes, his tone turned teasing again. "Don't deny it. I bet Chuuya couldn't make you feel this good."
You let out a soft sound of pleasured surprise as he shifted you deeper, fingers gripping a little tighter onto his shoulders. You were sensitive, having had sex and then cockwarmed him for like 20 minutes already. But it felt so good all the same.
"Dazai, I don't really want to discuss the details of sex with Chuuya while I'm sitting on your dick," you said, as if that wasn't rather obvious.
He let out a soft sultry chuckle, and his hands wandered more, firmer, his touch soft and yet so possessive and greedy. You could hear and feel his breath shake slightly as he breathed you in. He felt needy for your body, for your attention. And this was only making it worse. Or better~
He leaned in and nipped gently at your neck again, his voice a low, teasing tone. "Oh? Why not? Scared I'll out-perform him?"
You whined quietly, hoping this wasn't what you thought it was. You knew that look, those eyes, that voice.
"Are you seriously getting competitive with Chuuya when he's not even here?" You asked, in a little breath, feeling his now much harder cock poke your insides almost playfully as it twitched. It was so him, so them. They just had to one up eachother even if one of them was balls deep inside you and the other had no idea.
He gave you a soft bite, chuckling against your skin. He always loved it when he riled you up a bit, when you got all flustered. And he was getting excited...
His hand slipped under your thigh, fingers tracing along your skin. He rolled his hips languidly upwards and pulled you closer against him deliciously. "I'm just curious, don't get all annoyed~"
He paused. He was deliberately provoking you, poking gently, he just couldn't help himself. He let out a another sigh, a bit of neediness, and his voice was playful - but also serious. "I want to know everything about what you did with him."
That's what gave it away.
Your hand in his hair paused it's idle patterns briefly as the few braincells you had left untouched by the lustful haze rubbed together to realise what was happening.
You pulled back just a little to meet his gaze. His pupils were blown out a bit, brown honeyed pools half lidded and a little hazy with affection but also this conflicted lustful glint, not dissimilar to when you used to see him get a little sadistic.
"Dazai..."
His expression turned just the tiniest bit sheepish, his cheeks lightly dusted with a hint of pink, but his eyes still held that playful glint. He knew what you would say, what you'd ask, what this was. He leaned in again, nuzzling against your neck.
"Maybe~"
You felt the tips of his long fingers trace over the bumps of your spine, down from your nape gorgeously slowly over each one. He knew he was pushing it, but he couldn't help but feel territorial, jealous, thinking of Chuuya. You and Chuuya. And well...he'd always been a little masochistic. "What of it?~ he murmured, giving you a small bite on your shoulder to gently rile you.
You let out a whine at his bite. His words and that beautiful soft melodic tone seeped into you and curled deep in your tummy around where his cock still stuck now achingly hard inside you. He and Chuuya, all three of you, always had tonnes of sexual tension. Among other types. So it wasn't so far off that he could be a bit aroused by this...that you could be a bit aroused by this...
"mph, you're weird," you breathed in a sigh into his neck, your warm breath running over his bare and bandaged skin as you closed your eyes, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.
He could feel you squirming in his lap, and a soft moan escaped his lips. Dazai's fingers gripped your waist, holding you still. He leaned against you, his body moving to grind his hips up into yours.
His voice was a bit breathless, but there was a smirk to his words. "You already knew that. You always liked it, anyway~"
He couldn't help but be a cocky little bastard, even now. He was feeling playful and way too turned on, and he wanted to tease you a little bit. He knew he was being a bit much, but it was fun.
His fingers retraced their steps and cupped the back of your neck, his teeth lightly nipped at your jaw, and hummed. "It's hot, thinking of you with him."
A soft moan from your lips. A shuddered sigh. A lift and gentle roll of your hips so his cock peeked out just a little to shift back in through your folds achingly slowly. His words were unravelling any reservations you had about this weird mental cuck chair he had himself in. Replaced with arousal curling in your gut and making your skin hot where he touched it.
"mmh, you think so?" You hummed, face turning and burying in his hair. It was ridiculous. A messy heart-aching reunion after two years, hours later ending up like this. But it was so you.
"even if you're jealous?"
As your hips rolled he let out a breathy groan, and he tightened his grip on you. This was crazy. You made him crazy, and the way your body felt against his after so fucking long was making him a bit desperate.
"That's what makes it fun.~"
He could feel you slipping, starting to play along with it. He adored that about you. You'd always put up with and indulged in his little kinks and fetishes as no one else would. You went along with him in just about every aspect of life. It just spurred him on. That's his girl.
"It gets you going too, doesn't it?" He murmured, his lips brushing against your own in a parted smirk. He ran his nose up the side of yours, teasingly. "Thinking about Chuuya touching you..."
A shaky pretty sigh escaped your parted lips, brushing hot against his - eyes fluttering closed. Your mind, at his words, unwillingly but conveniently provided flashbacks of the nights you'd ended up pressed against the wall, red hair tangled in your fingers, leather gloved hands hungrily running over your body as if they couldn't get enough.
"Mph...a little," you mumbled. "He was kinda good, y'know~" A rather gross understatement. Another roll of your hips, languid, achingly slow, cock sliding out just a few inches to press steadily back in. You could play along. Tentatively. Seeing that he was enjoying it.
He felt something tighten in his chest at your words, like something was clutching at his heart a bit, but he was still enjoying himself. He wanted to know the details, wanted to know everything, see it through your eyes.
His fingers dug into your hip, keeping you moving, his own hips starting to respond. He thrusted upwards into you a little harder, his tip kissing your cervix pulling pretty breathy noises from his mouth. He moved his head to your neck again, his favourite place, his nose nuzzling the skin. A soft hum, tone huskier, lower. "Good, huh?"
"Sometimes it was kinda lazy," you murmured into his ear. You could tell he was struggling to muster enough focus to talk, one of the only times Dazai was rendered more speechless. So you did the talking, working with him as he rocked you up and down, your clit touching and sticking gently to his pelvis with each descent. You wanted to give him some more ammo. You didn't mind talking if he was getting worked up, after all.
You bit into his neck softly, leaving a little wet stripe over the sting as your hands drifted over his chest. "But sometimes it was like...pissed off, stressy, aggressive. Y-you know how he gets...if something pissed him off during the day~"
Dazai moaned again as you bit him. Despite the softness of your quickening movements, the languidness, his head was spinning with need. He nudged his nose bridge into your jaw, breath brushing across the skin on your throat. "Oh I know~" He pulled you closer, your breasts against his chest, pressed closer, closer, closer. "A little rough sometimes, too, huh? That sounds like him."
He couldn't help it, the idea sent thrills up his spine. This heady mix of slightly possessive jealous teasing arousal combined with the feeling of you again, a feeling he had missed for fucking years, was driving him a little insane. He wouldn't apologise. He knew you wouldn't ask him to. "mmph...you like rough."
You moaned in response, eyes fluttering closed once more as your hand slipped into his hair, steadying yourself in his sensual rolling that was just as perfect as it was overstimulatory.
"S-sometimes. Ngh - I did more, then. I was pissed that you we-re gone and, pissed a-at mori for making me do your fucking jobs. We got our anger out l-like a-ah that."
His chest ached with guilt, but also with this weird possessive need. He loved you, and he was glad you had someone.
His fingers dug into your thighs as he fucked up into you with a bit more speed, more force. His eyes heavily lidded with lust watched your breasts bounce prettily, your kiss plumped lips apart and panting softly.
"Did he leave any marks?"
You whined as he leaned forward and started kissing along your neck and collarbone with renewed hunger, as if he was determined to leave some along with the ghosts of those Chuuya had potentially left. He didn't care how pathetic he sounded, he needed to know. He was letting this side out, this small masochistic possessive side that wasn't present very often. And he was nothing if not competitive.
"Fu-ahh," your eyebrows drew in at the centre as he shifted his angle ever so slightly to hit deeper, each push of him through your spongey walls making you huff and moan. It was hard to keep talking at this point. But you did your best. "Ngh-he...he liked leaving hickeys on the...nginside of my thighs."
He cursed through a moan into your neck, his mind instantly going to Chuuya leaving those marks there, spreading your legs and trailing his tongue over the flesh. He hated it, needed it. He nipped hard on your neck, as if in response, outdoing him.
He thrusted up harder into you, still sensual rolls but harder, more needy, more hungry. With each one his arms and hands now cradling you, holding you like you were precious and gorgeous pulling you down onto his weeping cock that was nearing its fucking limit. He wanted you shaking and breathless when he was done.
"I bet you looked pretty, all marked up for him."
You whimpered into his mouth. A mess. You were both overstimulated, whiney, breathy messes. But this was you. Never in moderation, never a half measure. Some things never change.
He was close. You could feel it. Hear it in those gorgeous fucking sounds coming from his lips, higher pitched, breathy, into your neck as he rested his forehead there. His long cock twitched over and over, your walls automatically responding by squeezing gently, trying to coax out his high.
He loved your cute little sounds. His brain was mush. "Mmph...f-fuck. You're so-ah-good~". Seeing the ever composed Dazai come undone and needy for you was always unreal. He had one final question, murmured strained and raspy into your skin.
"Did...ngh- did he come inside?"
The mixture of the question, being with him again after all this time, the Chuuya bullshit, and his fingers finding themselves between you, rubbing gorgeous circles on your sensitive nub, had you crashing over the edge and falling into bliss. You whined and buried your face in his shoulder, his arms snaking further around you as he kept the now stuttering pace as you rode out your high, leaking, squeezing his cock. "y-eah...yeah ngh."
That was all he needed. With a broken throaty whimper he felt a hot rush of ecstasy, and release, starting to fill you, spilling into you as he couldn't maintain the rolls of his hips anymore. Your arms came around, still coming down yourself, essentially cradling him as he worked through his orgasm, feeling your tummy warm up with him spilling inside you.
His body was shaking a little, just clinging to you, head buried in your neck with panting breaths slowing with the time and as both your orgasms receded like the tide. His weary and pleased, overstimulated, cock gave a few last gentle spurts as it nestled and softened once more comfortable inside your walls.
He always had been a bit of a mess after sex. You could only take it as a compliment. It made your heart swell with affection wildly, even as the reality of what you both just did came down over you both like a light rain shower.
"Did we..."
"Yeah...yeah, we did." He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him at your question, kissing your neck lazily as his head began to clear and the clouds revealed how ridiculous that was.
He was a little embarrassed, but also didn't care all that much. He rested his cheek on your shoulder as he looked up at you with a sleepy sort of grin. "That might have been a bit much."
You could have burst out laughing, but you managed just a sleepy exasperated chuckle, shaking your head as your hand came to run through your hair. "Yeah, no shit."
He laughed softly, his hand tracing down your spine lazily. He gave you a cocky grin, his expression lazy and satisfied.
"You're going to be feeling that for a bit, I think~"
He sounded rather pleased. Of course. Though he'd probably be sore as well. He pulled you closer, settling you into him as he leaned back against the sofa.
"Suppose I should have gone easier on you~"
That earned him an amused huff across his chest as you settled comfortably against him. You would need to get off soon, deal with the inevitable mess between your thighs. but for a moment you just...wanted to be close to him. seemed like he needed the same.
"I never thought you could... get off on thinking about me with Chuuya." You said, eyes lifting to his with an amused look of curiosity.
He let out a short amused scoff. "I wasn't exactly planning on it."
Dazai didn't really have the energy to try to defend his actions. Though he might not have anyway even if he did. You always did accept him for his quirks, like he did with yours albeit you having less. Safe space, even for this.
A dramatic wistful sigh left his lips. "Chuuya truly brings out the worst in me~"
You laughed softly, shaking your head. He really was ridiculous. Though your expression was filled with rather too much affection to be healthy. You'd had a good time, even if it was freaky.
"We are not telling him about this."
"Definitely not."
The thought was a rather horrifying one. For Dazai at least. The man would never hear the end of it if Chuuya found out that he'd essentially cucked himself in his mind with an imaginary version of him as he fucked you. Even if it was for competitive one-uppery. No thanks.
He let out a soft tired sigh, nuzzling into your cheek affectionately. "Our little secret."
He pulled away a little, eyes lifting to yours with that mischievous glint. "You know... If you ever mention this, I'll be forced to silence you with aggressive and enthusiastic methods. You likely wont enjoy it~"
You huffed, lifting an eyebrow. Two could play that game.
"I suppose I'll have to hold it over your head as blackmail material just in case you get any cute ideas about abandoning me again."
He chuckled at the idea, and his hand drifted up higher, lightly trailing over your ribs. A smirk played at his lips, his tone soft and lightly playful. "As if you could ever get even with me."
Though his expression sobered, then, eyes following his hand almost thoughtfully as it travelled over your beauty he knew so well. "I'm not going anywhere. Not anymore."
At the shift in tone, your heart did a gentle flutter, eyes softening along with it. Though before you could let the emotions linger, maybe say something soft and loving back, he smirked a little.
"Besides...can't go off somewhere and let the chibi have you can I?
Your mouth dropped open in an exaggerated display of offence, and you huffed. Honestly.
"You're such a dick."
"I know~"
"You can't meet me again after abandoning me for two years and then make a joke about you only staying with me to beat Chuuya."
"Why not? You like me when I'm a dick~"
Legend has it people can still hear you bickering around Yokohama at all times of day. You were a chaotic gorgeous ridiculous mess. And you never did anything in half measures.
Thankyou for joining me for...whatever this was >:3 ~ reblogs and interactions are always cherished deep within my soul !! 𖹭
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~
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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.
You hushed a moan as the head poked on your throat and you swirled your tongue a few times before slowly but harshly sucking on him, your head bobbing up and down. One of your hands stroked the remaining part of him that you couldn’t take in due to your angle, while the other continues to massage his balls. Your saliva gathered at the bottom of his shaft as you lively slurps on his cock, your tongue relaxed at the bottom of your mouth and your cheeks hollowed whenever you suck his tip on your way up. Your eyes lidded as you let yourself loose, your mind clouded with lust and abandoning any effort of discretion.
You tasted the rich, warm liquid you desired for mixed in with your saliva and you moan in delight as you swallow it down. The thick taste of Mori’s precum coated the insides of your mouth and your own sex throbbed with excitement. Your actions became more frenzied; your tongue sticking out and licking about, your head bouncing faster on his cock and your hands rapidly moving along in coordination. Your eyes now shut tight as your surroundings drowned out of your consciousness, you even failed to notice Mori’s low grunt as he slowly wakes up.
You were busy swirling your tongue around Mori’s swollen tip when all of a sudden, strong pair of hands grabbed your head and forced you back down. Your eyes widened in surprise as you feel Mori shift to his side and promptly thrusts his cock in your mouth. You gripped on his thigh as he held your head firmly in place as he fucks your face without hesitation. You let out lewd cries as the head of his cock hits your throat deeper whenever he thrusts forward. Mori reached down further to hold on to your neck, burying his cock completely in your mouth. Mori’s cock barely reappears out of your lips as his hips bucked tightly, causing you to choke lightly on his mighty length. Mori moaned wantonly as your throat tightens around him as you gag on his cock. His hips pushed deeper and deeper into you, your eyes watering from his roughness. Mori threw his head back and voiced out satisfied moans as he let his orgasm take over. He spurts streams of warm cum down your abused throat and you swallowed the thick fluid eagerly, ignoring its unique flavor.
Mori had enough self-control to grab a fistful of your hair, pull his cock out of your mouth and shoot the rest of his load on your flushed face, making you yelp as it made contact on your skin. Mori breathes out heavily as the last bit of his cum leaked out of the tip of his cock. He guided your head once more towards his pulsating erection and you licked him, not wanting to waste a single drop. Mori’s grasp on your hair loosened as he catch his breath, muttering quiet curses every now and then.
When he regained composure, he looked down on your face, streaks of his white fluid still covering your features. “Good morning, you little devil,” he said with a light chuckle.
You licked a leftover cum on the corner of your mouth and smiled back. “Good morning, boss.”
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