his voice was firm, and left no room for question. his hands fiddled with the hem of your cotton panties as you lifted your hips to help him.
“mh. thats a good girl.” his praise alone made your breath stutter. you watched as he slowly pulled the soaked fabric down your thighs. you were undeniably wet. embarrassingly so. it was pathetic. pathetic enough that the sight alone drove him crazy. he let out a sharp hiss through clenched teeth, a smirk of pure hunger spread across his face.
“fuck, baby. haven’t even touched you yet. you need me that bad, mm?” he mocked. a cocky smirk played on his face, pride filling his eyes to the brim.
“gonna let me take care f’you?” his voice was nothing short of condescending. the kind that made you whimper in embarrassment but also shiver in excitement. you nodded, not daring to utter a word. obeying and submitting to his every word.
you were sure to get spoiled tonight.
— fushiguro megumi (jjk), NISHIMURA RIKI (enha), RINTAROU SUNA (hq), osamu miya (hq), hitoshi shinsou (bnha), KATSUKI BAKUGO (bnha), light yagami (dn), ryonosuke akutagawa (bsd), chuuya nakahara (bsd), EREN YEAGER (aot) + anyone you want to include !
• Dazai doesn't just cuddle. He tries to merge souls with you. He will drape every single limb over you until you are pinned to the sofa
• He won't stay silent. He’ll whisper dramatic nonsense into your ear or hum a little tune, feeling the vibration of your laugh against his chest
• His fingers are never still. He will mindlessly twist strands of your hair around his fingers, occasionally tugging gently to get your attention
• Every few minutes, he’ll tilt your chin up just to make sure you’re still looking at him. He has a deep-seated fear of people disappearing when he isn't looking
• He’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and just inhale. He says you smell like home (or something equally cheesy that makes you roll your eyes)
• This man has chronically cold feet. He will slide them under your legs to warm them up, ignoring your indignant shrieks
• Once he’s comfortable, you aren't allowed to leave. If you try to get up for water, he’ll pout and whine like the world is ending until you sit back down
CHUUYA NAKAHARA
• Chuuya is like a human space heater. Being near him feels like sitting by a fireplace. He’s all intense body heat
• He doesn't do "loose" cuddles. He holds you like someone might try to steal you at any second—one arm locked firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him
• Chuuya isn't big on flowery words, so he shows affection through physical nuzzling. He’ll press his forehead against yours or rub his nose against your temple
• He usually keeps the gloves on out of habit, but if it’s a particularly long session, he’ll peel them off. Feeling his bare hands as he strokes your arm is a top-tier experience
• Sometimes he’ll act like you’re bothering him at first ("Tch, I’ve got work to do..."), but within seconds, he’s melted into the cushions with a long, contented sigh
• If you fall asleep, he’ll wrap his coat around you and stay awake just to watch the door. He’s the ultimate bodyguard-boyfriend
RYŪNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA
• Akutagawa will never show affection in public. But behind closed doors? He is surprisingly needy (only if he trusts you so it probably took you like 2 years or something. there's absolutely no way you get him to open up fast, he's way too traumatized). He approaches cuddling with the same intensity he approaches combat
• Sometimes, he’ll use his ability to bring a corner of his coat over the two of you like an extra blanket. It’s weirdly soft when it’s not trying to slice people
• He's extremely shy. He’ll hide his face in your shoulder or chest so you can’t see the bright red blush creeping up to his ears
• He’s inexperienced with intimacy, warmth, cuddling, kissing, and any type of affection in general, so he’ll constantly glance at you with wide, uncertain eyes to see if he’s doing it right
• Instead of holding your hand, he might just tightly grip the hem of your shirt. It’s his way of making sure you stay close
• Once he finds a comfortable spot, he becomes a statue. He’s terrified that if he moves, the moment will end
RANPO EDOGAWA
• Ranpo doesn't cuddle you, you cuddle him. He will immediately flop his head into your lap and demand that you pet his hair while he eats snacks
• Be warned—there will be snack crumbs. He’ll try to feed you half-melted chocolate or ramune candy while you’re trying to be all romantic and stuff
• He’ll brag about his latest case, but his voice gets softer and sleepier the more you scratch his scalp
• He needs constant physical contact to feel grounded. He’ll also take his hat off and put it on your head
• He talks A LOT. He’ll tell you about how everyone else at the Agency is annoying him until he eventually runs out of steam and falls asleep mid-sentence
• He is a notorious blanket hog. He’ll roll himself into a burrito, and you’ll have to fight your way into the cocoon with him
• He gets a very smug look on his face when you initiate the cuddle. He knew you were going to do it (he’s the best detective EVER, after all)
MICHIZŌ TACHIHARA
• He starts off "cool," just leaning his shoulder against yours while you watch TV, but give him ten minutes and he’s practically in your lap
• He’s a nervous cuddler. He’ll fiddle with the hem of his jacket until you take his hand to calm him down
• He might squeeze you a little too hard, then panic and apologize
• He has a natural instinct to rub your back. His hands are strong, and he’s actually really good at finding the knots in your shoulders
• He likes the "legs intertwined, facing each other" position. He likes to look at you, even if it makes him blush so hard his nose bandage almost pops off
• He claims that if you ever tell the Black Lizards or anyone else that he’s a softie, he’ll kill you (that's obviously not true, he’s a goner for you)
• He likes to put one arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side so your head rests on his chest. He likes hearing his own heart racing because of you
• He’ll wait until he thinks you’re not paying attention to press a quick, rough kiss to the top of your head
AUTHORS NOTE: giggling wtf is this. take this while i work on other requests :D
— DAZAI OSAMU๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
immediately you jump in your boyfriend's arms, dazai's arms quickly pushing you back. he tripped over his own two feet trying to keep you from kissing him—screaming and throwing hands to keep you back.
"NO! NO—IM GAY!😰 STAY AWAY!!"
you couldn't help but cackle at his reaction, getting back on your feet.
you keep fighting him back grabbing at his arms to try and pry them away from his body—suddenly he pushed you back enough you fell over on your back; laughing as he just ran away.
— CHUUYA NAKAHARA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL!!"
"WHAT THE FUCK—"
catches you on instinct, only needing a split second to realize what you said until he dropped you.
you laugh and grab his ankle as he yells, tumbling down to the ground after you.
"NO! IM A TAKEN MAN—TAKEN!"
you and him fight, using all his might to keep you from pinning him down.
eventually he uses his ability on you🙌🏻😭 next thing you know your floating just above him—a cheeky smile on your face as you got a good look at him.
hat flown off his head, messy hair, and wrinkled dress shirt.
— ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
he screams. just screams in your face as you fall to the ground laughing; he holds your arms as you laugh at his feet.
it took him a moment to understand what you were doing and then when he came to realization—
you immediately went back at it again, trying to kiss your boyfriend who used all his might to keep you from getting close to his face.
"NO!! IHIHI HAVE A GIRLFRIEND—SHES SO PRETTY AND—AAH!😰"
eventually pins you on your stomach as he is sitting beside you, a leg keeping you from getting up and keeping your wrists behind you back; all while you're a giggling mess.
he has a goofy smile on his face as he lets you up.
— AKUTAGAWA RYŪNOSUKE๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST I—"
you don't even have two seconds before your arms are wrapped around in black and red tentacles; pinning you to the closest wall.
your boyfriend looks at you with a deadpan reaction—"are you five?" is all he would ask.
you eventually explained what you were trying to do, and you just wanted to see his reaction. as much as you should have just let this be the reaction he gave you—he agreed.
take two. saying the iconic line; you graze his shoulder blade before you at once again wrapped around his rashomon, flipped over and laid on your back in front of you. you blinked once, then twice—"ok aku, you can let me go."
silence.
"aku?..im done with my prank, you can—"
"RYŪNOKUKE AKUTAGAWA— YOU CANT LEAVE ME HERE—"
more silence.
— KUNIKIDA DOPPO๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST IM A RANDOM GIRL—"
literally almost falls out of his office chair when you suddenly jump on him.
glasses half off his face as you lay down on his lap and smile happily up at him.
he questions the fuck out of you; "what do you think you're doing??!"
you quickly bring him up to date—and he's just staring at you. blinks once...then twice—immediately tried to get you off of him as you try to kiss him.
he is holding you back, grabbing your arms as you laugh up a storm—saying how this inappropriate behavior in the workplace, trying to scold while keeping you back at the same time.
"Y/N—THIS IS ENTIRELY INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR—OH NO, YOU DONT—"
i find it funny how he scolds you whilst playing along with you at the same time.
at the end of it, clears his throat—fixes his dress shirt and glasses and tells you to get back to work.
hey, he passed the test at least.
— RANPO EDOGAWA๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑
"THINK FAST, IM A—"
he steps to the side as you collide with the carpet beside him—face first.
he munches on his candy he held in his hand—watching you groan in pain and turn on your back.
"telling the world's greatest detective to "think fast" is one of the dumbest things i've heard you say.." he'll you as he kneels down, booping your nose with his finger.
you grab at his hand, pouting at him. "you want me to pretend you're a random girl—this is what you find entertaining? ...ok, ill entertain you—up, up." he taps your cheek as you both stand from the floor.
you stand a good bit away from each, not waiting for him to get ready you run at him again—only for him to spit the hard candy in his mouth to your face, thankfully hitting your forehead and you once again collapsed to the ground.
patting your head with a cheeky grin, he stands up and leaves you in your puddle of shame.
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 !
How would they react at first if they realized they like you?
✧ OSAMU DAZAI
Most likely, Dazai would act as if he’s joking. He’d be brutally straightforward, not letting you breathe too much in the agency office or finding any excuse to irritate you.
“I’ve heard our most beautiful colleague even has time for my documents too, isn’t that right, bella?”
Even if your heart sometimes beats faster when he compliments you or when he stares at you with that hollow yet intense gaze, Dazai still manages to annoy you far too often.
“You heard wrong.”
Snatching your mission report out of your hands, he made you flare up, rising from your chair to grab it back unsuccessfully.
“Or…I can help you draw your conclusions faster, bella! Trade for trade.”
His smirk grated on your nerves even more. You muttered, “I hate you.” though malice laced it.
Your eyes widened as he gripped your waist, your documents held above your reach while his gaze pinned you down, looking straight at you from above.
“Aww, I truly don’t wish to upset my favorite colleague.”
And yet, no matter how much Dazai jokes, avoids seriousness, or dodges his own feelings, if your life were ever in danger (even if sacrificing you would perfectly serve his strategy) he would never hesitate to save you. Excusing himself with the idea that he’ll surely come up with another plan, though deep down he knows he can’t admit yet that you’re far more important to him than you should be.
✧ CHUUYA NAKAHARA
Chuuya couldn’t stand you from the very moment you entered the Port Mafia at the same time you refused to put up with his arrogance, always firing back whenever he provoked you.
Chuuya barely managed to keep his irritation in check, to stop himself from rolling his eyes when Mori assigned the two of you on the same mission.
“I don’t contest your skills at organizing us, but do I really have to be teamed up with her?”
You answered with the same subtle tone, yet throwing provocation in his face.
“Afraid you’re too weak to keep up?”
And still, Chuuya was utterly stunned when he saw you in action. How resilient, how strong you were. His eyes widened in admiration. Catching him staring, you couldn’t resist teasing, even if his gaze made your own heart hammer.
“Like what you see, foxy boy?”
Chuuya narrowed his eyes in annoyance, even if a betraying flush crept up his cheeks.
But his hidden emotions would only come out when fear overwhelmed him. When your life was truly at risk, he would break completely. Confessing everything in a shaken, frantic voice.
“Don’t you fucking dare die, [Name]! Don’t you—Shit! I can’t lose you. I-I really—“
Your lips twitched faintly as your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion dragging you down.
“I know, Chuuya. I know. Me too.”
✧ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY
He would never say it outright. For him, acknowledging interest in someone is a colossal weakness, especially in someone working at his side. He would blame it on admiring your intellect, on your obedience, on nearly accepting that he actually trusts you.
Instead, his methods are far from moral.
“You know you’re the best one along my partners, right, [Name]?”
He tilted your chin up, smirking down at you, his eyes attempting to hypnotize you and nearly succeeding.
You smiled back, gaze dropping to his lips before returning to his eyes with that addictive, dangerous look.
“How can I help you this time, Fyodor?”
And still, he would not treat you as he does everyone else. Avoiding (logically, strategically — as he calls it) using you as a mere sacrifice.
✧ RANPO EDOGAWA
Ranpo was utterly confused at first. Why weren’t his deductions working? Why did his heart pound inhumanly fast whenever you stood too close? Why did his body warm up when you praised him for his insights, but not when anyone else did?
It took him a long time to realize he actually liked you, and once he did, the best solution was to confess. And yet… without you, he doubted he would’ve survived it alone.
One day, after a mission, Ranpo came to you, catching you off guard.
“Hey, Ranpo. Are you okay?”
“Why do you always care how I am or what I do?”
You blinked. Once. Twice. You couldn’t tell if his tone was harsh or curious.
“Ranpo?”
His hands twitched, and when his eyes slowly opened, soft in a way you had never seen, you froze.
“Tell me why. Because I’m going insane thinking I’m the only one seeing you in a way I shouldn’t. It makes no sense.”
When you kissed him, Ranpo forgot all the months of headaches this had caused him, melting completely into your touch.
✧ RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA
For Akutagawa, realizing he had feelings for you would be unbearable. Disgusted with himself, he’d rather lash out at you like a child whenever you were too “naive” for your own good.
“Are you fucking serious? Why did you come here? What if something happened and I wasn’t there?”
But the moment he raised his voice, he hated himself even more, especially if your expression showed the slightest hint of hurt. Frozen a second too long, he never apologized (not at first), choosing instead to storm off, guilt gnawing inside.
Yet, after a mission, when you came to clean and bandage his wounds with fierce determination, his chest throbbed violently. Your gentle hands touched his face, far too softly for someone like him.
“Why are you doing this? I only saved you because you were in my way.” His voice was low, yet not angry.
Your gaze met his as you murmured against his face, focusing again on his bruises.
“Every time?”
Your ironic jab irritated him, but he froze again when you leaned too close to grab another set of bandages.
“Because I trust you, Akutagawa. And because you’re stronger than you think. Scream all you want, but I know you have a good heart, Ryuu.”
His muscles tightened, eyes wide with fear and vulnerability. Overwhelmed, he couldn’t even move. All he managed was a weak scoff, hiding his gaze. Still, your smile start forming when you caught the blush on his cheeks.
✧ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA
Atsushi would be flustered beyond belief, confusing you endlessly at first.
If you hugged him too affectionately, he’d stammer an excuse and flee somewhere else.
If you were too sweet with him, praising him, he’d flush crimson and hide his face as quickly as possible.
But if there were even a hint of danger for you, he would be the very first at your side to protect you.
It would be impossible not to notice in the end—most likely kissing him after a heroic act, catching him completely off guard.
“[Name], what—“ You leaned into him, brushing your lips against his before resting your forehead on his. “Y-you like me too?”
You smiled, nodding and that was all it took for him to cup your cheeks and press his lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss.
✧ DOPPO KUNIKIDA
Doppo would deny his feelings outright, embarrassed to even clear his throat or tug at his tie as though he couldn’t breathe—only whenever you teased him about how responsible he was.
You leaned your head beside his chair, watching him so closely he nearly spilled his coffee. Smiling with your eyes shut, you spoke.
“You’re so serious sometimes, Doppo! Can I help you relax a little?”
“I-I… Nevermind. No! No need…”
You chuckled as he exhaled loudly, teasing him before planting a kiss on his cheek.
“A real embodiment of a husband, did you know that?”
He would be shocked and flustered the entire day. Still, it would be the serious push he needed to finally invite you out properly with every minute and place meticulously planned.
✧ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA
You wouldn’t realize it at first. Even though you’ve known him your whole life, if Fukuzawa ever noticed his feelings drifting beyond platonic, his instinct would be to create distance.
Until you intervened.
“Even if you’re the President of the Agency, that doesn’t mean you can boss me around however you want, Fukuzawa!”
He sighed, rising from his desk and walking toward you. His hands folded beneath the green yukata under his black haori.
“It’s necessary to separate these matters. Our personal lives shouldn’t affect our work.”
“Oh, so you’d rather push me aside? What does that have to do with what’s between us and our personal lives?”
For a fleeting second, you caught Fukuzawa’s eyes widen.
“It’s not that I’m pushing you aside, [Name]. It’s simply—“
“You’ve developed feelings for me, haven’t you, Fukuzawa?”
He was not a man who lied. So he chose silence. Only action. He raised his hands slowly, his knuckles brushing your cheek gently. Devotion glimmered in his eyes, tangled with restraint.
✧ SAKUNOSUKE ODA
Oda was a serious man, respecting anyone who respected him, kind whenever he could be. And yet, when he realized his behavior toward you was different, he didn’t hesitate to speak—awkward as he was. For him, communication was the best solution.
After a long day, he waited for you, one hand hidden behind his back, ready to offer you a flower regardless of your answer. Apologizing or celebrating together.
“Oda?”
He swallowed, hesitant but steady
“If I’ve got the wrong impression, or if this makes you uncomfortable, please tell me. No pressure. I just want to confess that…I like you…and that I’d like to know you better.”
His thoughtful sincerity filled your heart more than you ever expected.
✧ ANGO SAKAGUCHI
Difficult. He was torn between avoiding the whole ordeal (such a headache) and admitting that he was helplessly drawn to you.
Still, one hint from you was enough to tip the scale.
After a few glasses of whisky, you convinced the bookworm to join you on the dance floor.
At first, he preferred to just watch you, leaning against the bar. But then, under his breath, Ango murmured, “Fuck it.” When you crooked your finger at him with that dangerous smile, he surprised you — his lips pressing onto yours, cupping your cheeks right there in the middle of the dance floor.
✧ SIGMA
Sigma would panic at first, afraid to ruin what he had with you, yet guilt gnawed at him for keeping such a secret.
His voice sabotaged him.
“I need to confess something.”
“What’s happening, Sigma?”
Your worried look only deepened his guilt. His head lowered.
“I’m so sorry…I hope you don’t think I’m a horrible person, or that I had any ulterior motives. You’re such an incredible person… and I’ve…developed feelings for you. I know it’s inappropriate—“
“Sigma…” Your shocked voice made him lift his gaze. “I wouldn’t have thought… And… I—I feel the same way.”
Now it was his turn to be shocked.
“You do?”
You nodded. Silence stretched between you, until both of you smiled, meeting halfway in a slow, gentle kiss.
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: a morning together with them.
𝐂𝐖: female reader, slightly suggestive in dazai’s part.
# wc, 2,9k total
𑣲 osamu dazai
your morning didn’t start how you’d liked it to.
‘…bella. wake up.’ you faintly felt a hand ghosting over your thigh, and warm breath tickling the shell of your ear.
a hand patting your thigh repeatedly woke you out of your half asleep state.
‘goodmorning, belladonna.’ you heard dazai say in a tone that’s too bright for this time of day, especially for him, considering he’s never fully awake until 11 am.
‘…what time is it.’ you asked groggily, stretching your limbs with a groan to rid your body of any remaining sleepiness.
‘4:30’ you could hear the smile in his voice when he said it, like it’s the most normal time to wake up. which it definitely isn’t.
‘4..am?’ you questioned, voice eerily calm. deciding to not let your developing irritation get the best of you. ‘mhm, couldn’t sleep,’ dazai wrapped his arms around your waist tight. pulling your back flush against his chest.
you felt his lashes flutter against your nape. ‘darling,’ your voice was steady, unwavering. not allowing him to hear the anger boiling in you.
he hummed, signaling for you to continue.
‘why the fuck. did you wake me up at four in the fucking morning ‘cause you ‘couldn’t sleep.’’ he didn’t give you a reply, nuzzling his face further in your neck. which was the worst possible thing he could’ve done right now.
you rushed yourself out of his embrace, shoved him on his back and straddled his lap, leaning over so you’re face to face with him.
it all went by so fast he had no time to react, his hands instinctively flew to grip your hips since he got a faint idea of what you were planning.
his idea was far from correct, ‘cause you saw the split second his hands made the move to reach for you. you pinned them above his head with one hand. your grip tight so he won’t squirm away, not that he will anyway. he loves it when you manhandle him.
‘where in hell did you get the idea to wake me up, when you’re the one who can’t sleep, huh?’ god he loves it when you’re all riled up like this, because of him.
‘ah, i jus’ missed you bella. wanted to hear your voice.’ that was the worst excuse you’ve ever heard. almost nothing can be important enough to be woken up at 4 am for.
‘don’t give me that bullshit. don’t ever fucking wake me this early again unless you’re on the brink of death. got it?’ you sneered, gripping his chin harshly to keep his attention on you.
his expression was so inappropriate for the situation. his face showed nothing but bliss, you can probably see hearts swimming in his eyes if you squint heart enough, and his lips are slightly parted.
this was so fucking irritating, you were on the verge of screaming at him and he’s liking this, you manhandling, straddling his lap, and god, that expression on your face.
you were about to give him his last warning, but then you heard a sound coming from dazai, an unmistakable moan. and you felt something poking at your inner thigh.
it all clicked now. ‘osamu what the fuck!? are you seriously hard right now?’ you were genuinely speechless, does he really get off from this shit?
‘ ‘m sorry bella, y’re just so hot like this.’ his voice was low, and you heard a slight whine in his tone.
‘ew! ‘samu, what the hell is wrong with you!’ you scrambled off of his lap and sat back on the bed next to him.
‘don’ go baby, please?’ his voice came out no louder than a whisper.
this was absolutely not your intention when you got ontop of him, trying to teach him a lesson. but everything you said went in through one ear and out the other. he didn’t hear a word you said.
you laid back down, still slightly horrified at his intentions. and ofcourse he wrapped his arms around you, pressing himself against your body.
there was no way in hell you were going to give him what he wanted, so you went back to sleep and let him suffer on his own.
𑣲 chuuya nakahara
chuuya’s favorite way to spend a free morning is to go out and get breakfast with you.
but when the weather’s bad, he settles for making you breakfast at home.
today is such a day, the downpour never ceasing to stop. raindrops pattering against the large window in the bedroom.
chuuya woke up early, like usual. he’s gotten so used to waking up early that it’s rare for him to still be asleep after 8 am. even on a day off.
he’s laying on his side so he’s face to face with you. one arm under his head.
lithe fingers brushing a few stray hairs from your face. his fingers ghosting over your skin. his fingers traced your features with a featherlight touch.
you look so adorable like this, hair all messy from tossing and turning, a very small smile on your face, your soft skin in it’s bare glory, no makeup to cover it up.
he loves seeing you like this, it feels so domestic and intimate.
his thumb was trailing over your cheekbone when your lashes fluttered open. ‘mornin’ baby.’ you stretched your arms out foward, wrapping them around his neck while you’re at it.
you pushed yourself closer to him, his body radiating a comfortable warmth on you.
one hand moved to your waist and the other settled on your thigh. his hand lightly sqeeuzing the skin.
you inched your face close enough to give him a quick kiss, and rested your head on his pillow. ‘goodmorning chuu, you sleep okay?’ you asked him, fingers tangling in his copper strands.
‘mhm, always sleep good when y’re next to me.’ he said, voice low and groggy.
‘ya wan’ me to make you breakfast?’ he asked you, azure eyes staring into yours.
you nodded, and so he got out of bed. he stretched his arms out, showing the insane definition of his back muscles, it was a sight that could make you drool on the spot.
he snatched a pair of sweatpants from the armchair, put them on. and made his way to the kitchen, with you following after him a minute later.
he told you to sit on a barstool at the kitchen island and that he’d do all the work.
you absolutely adore watching him cook, even if he’s just cutting up fruit or frying an egg. he looks so good with just an apron on and no shirt underneath.
breakfast is done relatively quickly, your favorite meal and some cut up fruits along with a cup of coffee. sweetened just the way you like it.
he hangs his apron back on the hook on the wall and sits on the barstool next to you.
‘chuuya. are you seriously going to watch me eat?’ you held a forkful of food to your mouth, about to dig in to the meal he prepared for you with care.
‘can’t a guy admire his gorgeous girlfriend, hm?’ he teased. you couldn’t fight the blush creeping on your cheeks at the compliment.
you were happily munching on the food he made, telling him about your week through bites.
‘was it good, doll?’ he picked up your plate and put it in the dishwasher, only now making a cup of coffee for himself. ‘mhm! was delicious.’ you walked over to where he stood at the coffee machine and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.
‘c’mon chuu, let’s get back in bed. pretty please?’ you knew he never said no to you, so you expected nothing less than him taking your hand. leaving behind the cup of coffee to go cold.
𑣲 atsushi nakajima
atsushi love love loves waking up to your pretty sleeping face. he may even love it more than ochazuke, which is hard to top.
your face is just so freaking adorable when you’re asleep, he just wants to pinch your cheeks from the cuteness overload.
your hair is all messy, sprawled over the pillow, your lips are pursed together in the cutest pout he’s ever seen.
his arms wrap around your waist, careful to not accidentally wake you.
sunlight poured into the room through the thin curtain, giving the room a pretty orange hue and comfortable atmosphere.
he was staring at your face so intently, he barely noticed your body twitching just slightly.
your eyelashes fluttered open and you imagined noticed him staring, even through blurry vision from having just awoken from your slumber.
‘baby,’ you said, voice rough and laced with remnants of sleep, making him shriek audibly. ‘…yes!?’ he was very caught off guard to say the least.
‘you’re staring.’ you said with the straightest face he’d ever seen from you, were you mad he was staring?
he immediately started apologizing profusely, so you slapped a hand over his mouth to stop him from throwing out apologies like it’s an olympic sport.
‘don’t apologize for that ‘sushi.’ you said, cupping his cheeks with both your hands, thumbs caressing his cheeks gently.
‘-sorry!’ another apology. he laughs awkwardly, concerned why your face looks so disappointed.
‘sweetheart, i’ve told you so many times. you don’t need to apologize for so many things. i know you mean well.’ he was about to blurt out another sorry, and you saw it, so you shut him up with a soft kiss on his lips.
‘i’m serious.’ you say, voice stern. not to lecture him, but to make sure it gets to his head. ‘..okay.’ he says shyly.
‘you’re just really pretty.. couldn’t help myself.’ he blurts out after a moment of silence, it makes you giggle. ‘you’re so cute, atsu.’ you pinch his cheeks, exactly what he wanted to do to you earlier, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
his heart swells at how cute you’re looking right now, a happy expression on your face and a bright smile from simply pinching his cheek.
atsushi loves mornings like this with you so much, waking up to your gorgeous face is something he wants to do everyday until you grow old and wrinkly with him, and even then he’ll love you more than anything.
𑣲 ryunosuke akutagawa
waking up together with akutagawa is rare. he doesn’t sleep very often, or he’s already up and about for his demanding job.
even getting him to rest is nearly impossible, you’ll have to strap him down to the bed if you want him to get very well needed rest.
and sometimes he comes home from work in the early morning, like today.
you woke up since your throat was as dry as the desert, and on your way to the kitchen you ran into akutagawa. who was on his way to your shared bedroom.
‘[name].’ he said, slightly surprised from you walking into him. nearly dropping your empty glass from the impact and shock.
you steadied yourself on two feet before properly greeting him. ‘hi ryu,’ you greeted him with a tired smile.
‘why are you awake at this hour.’ he inquired, his gaze moving to the clock on the oven to check the time. 5:43 am.
‘got thirsty, why are you back just now. thought you had a short assignment.’ you retorted with a yawn, your tone had a slight hint of annoyance.
‘went longer than i anticipated,’ he brushed past you, too tired to argue with you about him getting home later than he promised to.
this wasn’t new behavior or anything, you know he doesn’t like talking about his job so you never press on it.
he looks exhausted. his movements are sluggish and his eyes have dark bags underneath them.
he takes his coat off, hangs it on the clothing rack, and walks past you again. this time heading for the living room.
you know what he’s doing. he’s not letting himself fall victim to slumber. he’ll stay up reading his book until it’s an appropriate time to wake you up.
‘ryunosuke please.’ you stand infront of him, a hand on his shoulder so he won’t attempt to leave so easily.
‘what,’ he knows you care for him, and sometimes it’s too much for him. why do you insist on staying with him all these times? he knows he’s not the easiest person to be around, he’s stubborn, and doesn’t want anyone to worry for him. especially you.
‘just come to bed with me, please. you need to sleep.’ the hand on his shoulder falls down to gently hold his hand.
you’re looking at him with the most doe-eyed look he’s ever seen from you.
he doesn’t say anything. ‘i’ll make sure you’re safe, ryu. you need to sleep. i’ll wake you up in a few hours, promise.’ he lets you guide him back into the bedroom.
you’re right. he really needs sleep, he can’t remember the last time he got a full eight hours of shut eye, it’s definitely been weeks.
he lets you tuck him under the covers tightly, and wrap your arms around his waist, his head tucked under your chin.
his arms also wrap around your waist. holding you very close against him to let your bodyheat seep into his colder skin.
you press one kiss on his hair and mutter a goodnight to him, muffled by his hair.
he drifts off into a peaceful slumber, the thumping of your heartbeat easing all his worries.
the morning didn’t go as you imagined, but you’re happy akutagawa’s finally asleep.
𑣲 ranpo edogawa
ranpo refused to get out of bed. yes it was his day off, but it’s nearing noon and you want to spend time with him out of bed.
‘ran, would you please get out of bed? i’ll make you breakfast.’ you stood at the foot of the bed, pleading for him to get out and spend the day with you.
but he wouldn’t budge at all.
nothing you said or promised made him move so much as an inch.
you told him he could stay in bed for an hour longer. said hour has long passed already, you promised to run to the convience store for snacks and then he’d be out of bed. he stayed in the same exact position when you returned.
‘c’mere, sugar.’ he opened his arms for you to join him. you hesitated for a moment, but caved and settled beside him, safe in his warm embrace.
he shoved his face inbetween your tits the second you laid down.
your hands move to scratch at his scalp with your nails, he absolutely loves it when you do that. he loves having your hands in his hair, whether it be playing with the hair at his nape, scratching his scalp or simply carding your fingers through the soft black strands. he loves it all.
he could definitely fall asleep like this, his arms and legs wrapped around you like a koala, your nails lightly scratching his scalp, the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you take, and the rhythmic thumping of your heart nearly lulling him to sleep.
but he can’t. you’ll kill him if he falls asleep now. he’s already slept out for longer than you want him to.
you can’t even blame him if he falls asleep right now. if you were in his position you’d definitely snooze a little too.
but you really needed him out of bed, you weren’t going to let him sleep the entire day away since it was a rare occurrence that you both had a free day, so you decided to use up the last option you had to convince him over.
‘ranpo,’ ‘what.’ ‘if you get out of bed in 2 minutes, i’ll let you sleep ontop my chest, kay?’ having a head on your chest isn’t very comfortable, but you know he loves it. your chest is better than any pillow in the entire universe.
he immediately shot up from his very comfortable position, eyes wide open to convince you he’s fully awake now.
you can’t do anything else but laugh out loud at his immediate switchup.
‘hey! what’re you laughing for?!’ he shot you an accusatory glare. he knows it’s him your laughing at, but why?
‘-i can’t— believe- you folded, -so easily!’ you were laughing so hard it hurt to breathe, and he just stood there like🧍♂️, his shirt completely crinkled.
‘that’s so stupid.’ he was sulking now, arms crossed over eachother and his lips formed into a pout. if he stomped the floor with one foot he’d literally be like a kid throwing a tantrum ‘cause their mom wouldn’t buy them any more candy.
although you could’ve spent a few more minutes laughing your ass off, if you didn’t console him now and promise to buy him snacks, he’d be sulking for days on end and that’s something you do not want to experience again.
you walked over to him so you stood opposite of him.
‘ ‘m sorry ran, you’re just so cute sometimes!’ you cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips, making his pout slowly fade and turn into a small smile.
‘fine.. but don’t laugh at me like that again! and for the record i’m cute all the time.’ he said, whispering that last part. likely to himself. but you definitely heard it.
you gave him his snacks later to stop his complete sulking, and he comfortably fell asleep on your chest that night.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: hope you all enjoy this (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵)
rewrite of this
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cw: MINORS DNI—explicit sexual content, gn!+afab!reader, a lot of anonymous sex, dirty talk, BIG DICK MEN, probably a good amount of ooc, some questionable dynamics/dubcon that can be read through the lens of roleplay and/or prior consent. character-specific warnings—chuuya: public sex, penetration; dazai: penetration, riding, creampie; kunikida: professor/student, oral (m!receiving); fukuzawa: secretary/boss, office sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking; atsushi: HEAVY DUBCON WARNING, stuck, perv atsushi, penetration; akutagawa: blackmailing if you squint, degradation, choking, penetration; oda: penetration; ango: public sex, penetration, riding; nikolai: dubcon, home intruder f!masturbation, penetration; sigma: a tiny bit of perv sigma, oral (f!receiving); fyodor: priest!fyodor, religion/blasphemy kink, christianity-specific, oral (m!receiving)
reid: putting my dual major in journalism to work by subtitling these like bad porn videos. little not so thought out drabbles many with no definitive ending just silly whore thoughts. some are more stupid than sexy but either way i hope you enjoy because this was a blast to write HAHAHAHA
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⊹ CHUUYA NAKAHARA—HOT GYM BUDDIES CAN’T WAIT UNTIL AFTER THEIR WORKOUT TO FUCK!
“Yeah, that’s a lot better. Look at you, you got it,” the pretty redhead mutters, his hands still firmly on your hips as he spots your squat. “Give me one more, I know you can.”
The praise prompts you to draw in a deep breath that has nothing to do with your next squat; anyway, this gorgeous man, kind enough to help you with your form, believes in you. So you bend once more, squatting down, down, and pushing back up—until on your way back up, you feel your legs begin to buckle.
“Woah, woah.” It’s sweet how concerned he sounds as his hands fly up to the bar and his feet nudge you forward to help you replace the weight on the rack, but his hips end up pressed to yours, and you’re gasping. “You okay?”
You’re fine, caged between him and the bar as he leans over your shoulder to glimpse your face that’s flushed from exertion. Only exertion, surely, even though your ass is pressed firmly to his pelvis. He doesn’t seem hard, but you can still feel it, and it feels big.
“Yeah,” you breathe, moving to duck under the bar, but it’s low and you’re feeling a little dizzy, so you teeter backwards into him, and as his hands find your waist again. “Yeah, I’m about to be done anyway.”
“You should really stretch after maxing out like that,” he suggests, turning you around. “Don’t wanna be hurting, do you?”
But you can only look into his intense eyes and shake your head lightly before he’s easing you to the ground on your back, settling each of his knees over one of your thighs, and slotting his shoulder beneath your hamstring. He pushes forward, gently, slowly, looking to you for anything wrong; and there isn’t.
There’s nothing wrong, except for the fact that you can feel his huge dick against your pussy through both of your shorts.
It’s all you need to start moving blindly, reaching down for his waistband, pawing at his neck, mashing his lips to yours, and he doesn’t hesitate to do it back—he lets up on your leg only to slip your shorts off before your ankle is back over his shoulder and he’s grinding the head of his cock into your wetness.
“You gonna let me in, baby?” he pants hotly, looking down at you squirming beneath him. “Yeah, I know you will—you’re strong, you can take it.”
His tip catches on your clit, and you gasp before he’s plunging into you, setting a brutal pace. “Oh, fuck!”
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groans. “So fuckin’ tight.”
He hits the inside of you perfectly, his soft ginger hair falling loose from its low pony—you wish you knew his name so you could scream it, but you settle for moaning, panting, cussing, as he throws your other leg over his shoulder and drills into you on the gym mat. ⊹
⊹ OSAMU DAZAI—MY OLDER BROTHER ALMOST CAUGHT ME FUCKING HIS BEST FRIEND!
“Shit—I’ll be back, gonna go shower this off. Asshole.”
That was what your older brother, Chuuya, grumbled at Dazai before scurrying off to the bathroom. The three of you had just gotten back from getting ice cream, and Dazai had the brilliant idea of snatching Chuuya’s cone from him and sticking it in his hair. Cursing ensued the entire walk home.
And Dazai popped the tail end of his cone in his mouth and grabbed for your wrists as soon as your brother was out of sight, which leads you to now—in the living room, on the couch, bouncing furiously on his cock as he grunts.
“Osamu—be quiet!” you plead with him, but you’re moaning, too.
His lips fall into a grin. “Don’t worry, cutie, I can still hear the shower—fuck! Just keep—keep doing that, you feel so fucking good.”
So you reinforce your grip on his shoulders and slam your hips down to meet his, over and over, drawing sinful sounds from both of your bodies as you’re separated by a single thin wall from your brother—Dazai’s best friend, who would probably murder both of you if he found out you were fucking.
And then the water turns off. You muffle the choked cry you let out into Dazai’s shoulder, so damn frustrated that you won’t get there, not before Chuuya comes back—but Dazai’s flipping you onto your back, grabbing you by your hips, pulling you into him with such fervor that you almost shout.
“Need it, baby, I need to cum in this pussy—”
“Osamu!”
But even you can’t tell if you’re egging him on or warning him to stop—with no sound buffer and Chuuya undoubtedly coming back any minute, your body decides for you that you need it, too, you need to cum and you will, no matter how much your mind protests; your eyes flick nervously up to the hallway when they’re not rolling back from how Dazai’s rearranging your guts.
“He’s gonna come back—unh—and you’re gonna sit here with my cum in you, and he won’t even fuckin’ know.”
He’s digging his nails into your hips and ass, making you twitch, reaching down to rub your clit hard, and when you cum, clenching around him, he shoves his palm over your mouth and spills into you with a last few wet smacks.
Dazai’s scrambling back into his pants as footsteps pad down the hall; he all but throws himself at the other end of the couch as you curl up, dressed but fucked silly, focused on not letting the evidence of what just happened gush out of you and leak onto the couch.
“Fuck was that noise?” Chuuya mumbles, sauntering out as he’s tying his wet hair up.
“Hm? I don’t know, I didn’t hear anything.”
When Chuuya turns toward the kitchen, Dazai tosses you a wink. Your face burns as you feel yourself leaking. ⊹
⊹ DOPPO KUNIKIDA—COLLEGE HOTTIE SUCKS DICK FOR EXTRA CREDIT!
"You do realize I'm going to have to fail you," your professor informs you, looking into your eyes with a little regret. Truthfully, you've always been personable in class and shown promise as a student, and he's disappointed. Not in you, just in your poor academic performance during your final semester.
"There has to be something I can do to make up for it," you nearly plead, hands clasped together on the edge of his desk as you look to him with hope. You know you've been slacking, but you need this class to graduate.
"I don't know—" He sighs your name, clearly confliced. Your attendance record is less than impressive these days, and Kunikida's enforced a strict class participation policy throughout his years of teaching—as well as no extra credit—something he makes clear to all of his students in all of his classes, and you especially should know better after taking his classes for four years. "I don't know. Like what?" Maybe you can do a few credits in the summer and still walk at graduation, or pick up an internship. But he wants you to take the initiative and accountability.
He doesn't really know how to protest when you're slipping out of your seat and sinking to your knees as a spark starts to gleam in your eyes. You rattle off a few academic ideas for posterity, but ultimately find your hands sliding up his thighs and fiddling with his belt.
Fuck it, you think, you'll be out of here soon enough. Plus, Kunikida's always been kind, compassionate, understanding, and sexy—too invested in his field to even notice that handfuls of students on campus would throw themselves at him given the chance. Maybe he'll finally understand, you muse to yourself, as you work his hardening cock out of his dress pants.
He chokes out your name when you take his length in both of your hands; he's all the way gone when you're swirling your tongue over his tip, giving in to your little idea for extra credit sooner than he'd ever admit to himself.
"Oh, fuck—" He's staring up at the ceiling of his office in pure bliss because his student is working hot, sloppy kisses down the underside of his cock. His hands twist into your hair, and you gaze up at him, doe-eyed, as his head falls forward and he looks at you through his glasses. "Keep going. Don't fucking stop."
He's trying not to thrust into your mouth when you fondle his balls; his pretty blond bangs are dampening with sweat, and you can't take your eyes off him as you bob your head faster, hollowing your cheeks around him and moaning at the taste of your professor's cock heavy in your mouth. He twitches and jumps at your attention to detail—your fingers raking tracks down his thighs, your frantic tongue, your fluttering lashes and sugary moans, gags, and slurps that are music to him.
You know, as he falls apart more and more by the second, you won't have to worry about this class anymore.
"Unh—uh, yes, oh, fuck, we'll work something out, yeah, gorgeous? Just don't stop—d—don't stop, don't fucking stop, I'm gonna cum down that pretty throat, yeah, and we'll get it all figured out." ⊹
⊹ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA—NAUGHTY SECRETARY SEDUCES HOT BOSS!
You're perched on his desk when he returns from the meeting—Yukichi, your boss, who, lately, you can't stop thinking about climbling like a tree. You're sure your coworkers see it, too, but you're his personal assistant; no one gets to be as close to him as you, and he trusts you.
Which is why you'll put the moves on him today.
He runs a hand through his silver hair—obviously stressed—sighing as he pulls his office door shut and turns to you. He speaks your name, holds a few papers in your direction, begins instructing you on what he needs from you next.
But you know better what he needs. The papers that make their way into your hands are quickly forgotten about on his desk as you uncross your legs and hop down, sauntering up to place on hand on his arm, the other on his chest.
"Sir, you look so tense. Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do?"
He makes his way to sit down in his office chair, disregarding your touch in a way that has you following after him like a puppy in need of attention.
He doesn't answer, but he also doesn't protest when you settle between his knees beneath his desk and push his yukata and haori up to pool around his hips. His dick is thick and veiny, even soft; when you spit in your hand and begin to work him up and down his mouth falls open with a sigh, and he grows at least two inches as he hardens beneath your grip.
You didn't think you'd be able to fit his absolute monster cock in your mouth, but you find yourself, throat open, with your nose pressed to his happy trail as you swirl your tongue and breathe through your nose frantically; he holds your face down, speaking very little but making up for it with the way he grunts hotly in that deep, rough voice as he bucks into the back of your throat.
"Unh—ugh..."
You breathe through your nose as his hips fall into a brutal pace; his hands on either side of your head keep you pinned in place as he uses you, takes his stress out on you. Your fingers massage his balls, and you can't help the way you hum around him when he twitches in your mouth.
Yukichi pulls out of your jaw and you gasp for air, wiping the spit that drips down your chin with the back of your hand, but he's not done. When he does speak, it's demanding, low, and it makes your cunt throb with need.
"Get up. Get up, sit on the desk. 'Need to fuck you."
You do as you’re told, open up for him with no hesitation, smiling as he works his fat cock into you—yeah, his stress will be gone in no time with the way he fucks your hole so hard and fast that you shake with each creak of his desk. ⊹
⊹ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA—STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR WITH MY SEXY NEIGHBOR!
"Ah! Atsushi, open the door!"
"Um," he frets, punching the button until he's sure it'll break. If it's not broken already. "I—I can't, it's not working!"
Not working? Is he fucking serious? You're trapped in the door—all you did was try to reach back out for your bag you'd set by the elevator and now you're stuck, by the waist, between the two sliding maneuvers, your bag dangling from your hands.
"It's supposed to have a sensor! It's not supposed to even close when someone's on the threshold!" you cry through your teeth as you try to squirm out. Atsushi's mind is already working, though, over the way you're pinned in half, wiggling your ass as you struggle against the industrial strength of the elevator door. "Atsushi, help me, please call someone or something—"
But his hands are on your hips, pulling backward, and you can't help the noise of surprise that slips out of you.
"Atsu', I seriously don't think that will work, please, just call—Atsushi!"
His hands shake as he slides your pants and underwear down your thighs, exposing your ass; he tunes out your protesting as he undoes his belt. You hear the clink of it hitting the ground, you feel his fingers dipping into your cunt from behind, and he cannot be fucking serious.
"I'm sorry," he cries like it's out of his control—he feels like it is. "I'm sorry, you're so hot, you're right here, I've wanted this for so long."
And you feel yourself beginning to drip at his desperate tone. You can't fucking believe it—this is depraved. This is some shit you would've never expected from the sweet, cute boy in the apartment across the hall who helped you drag your bedframe and couch from this very elevator to your room but here he is, prodding at you with his pathetically leaky cock while you're stuck in the damn elevator door.
And you'd be frustrated with how your body reacts, but as he slides his dick along your cunt, drenching himself in your wetness, you can't help but arch back into his touch.
"Atsushi, you have to fuck me, please."
And he does, fast and unpracticed—he whimpers for you, tells you you're all he thinks about when he jerks off; he confesses that he looks through his peephole when he knows you're leaving for work or school just to get at least one glimpse of you everyday to fuel his imagination, and you gush around him, the pain of the door trapping you falling irrelevant, drifting out of your mind, as he buries his face in your shoulder and humps into you like an animal, pounding against your cervix.
"Fuck, that's right, so good, so, so good—better than I could've imagined—agh, fuck, that's right, take it all, take it, take it, take it...!" ⊹
⊹ RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA—HOT BABE HAS NO MONEY, LETS THE DELIVERY BOY DESTROY THAT PUSSY!
You rifle through your wallet and hum when you come up short. "Um, I... know you said you don't have a card reader, but I don't have enough cash."
The delivery boy looks at you with little more than boredom until you invite him in.
"Here, let me look in my room—I might have more stashed somehwere..."
He stands over you, searching you with his curious gray eyes as you dig through a drawer, a bag, another bag, only to come up short again. You even peek under your mattress for good measure, but you're just out. You turn to him sheepishly.
"I, uh... I don't have enough, I'm really sorry."
"Well, I can't leave without some form of payment," he deadpans, and you try to think of something, anything—you have a few giftcards for other delivery services, some jewelry—but he's letting his bag fall off his shoulder and grabbing you by the hips before you can register what he means.
You end up face down, ass up on your bed as a compromise, his hips rutting into you from behind as he holds your wrists behind your back. Ryuunosuke his name tag read—you're quick to adopt a way around that mouthful, moaning out, "Ryuu, Ryuu, please!" as he splits you open and calls you a whore.
"Fuckin' slut—"
When you're able to glance back for a second you can see his pretty black hair swaying with each rough thrust, and you're sure he's hitting your lungs—he's so fucking deep inside you, and you're gasping, moaning for more.
"—so eager to—unh—take this dick. Probably hiding your cash somewhere."
But whether you are or not doesn't matter; your eyes are rolling back to the hard smack of his hips against your ass and the white-hot pleasure that rolls through you every time he plows straight into your g-spot, and he's throbbing inside of you at the way your cunt grips him. Your pizza's getting cold on the counter in your kitchen, but you don't care—not when he bunches his fingers up in your hair to arch you back up to him so he can wrap his other hand around your throat.
You hold onto him as he bends you, pulling air down into your lungs when you can, and his gravelly voice barrages you with more words that make you gush around his cock.
"Gonna let me cum in this pussy so you don't have to fork over a few bucks for a pizza? Pathetic."
His teeth sink into your shoulder, his other hand reaches down to torture your neglected clit, and you're sure he's gonna break you over this, your hot delivery boy who just so happened to have the idea to fill you up as payment. You pant his name desperately between thunderous moans—you're gonna cum soon. ⊹
⊹ SAKUNOSUKE ODA—THIS PLUMBER FIXED MORE THAN JUST MY PIPES!
"Okay, that should do it." The man stands up, back to a height at which he towers over you, and you lean on the doorframe to the kitchen as he shuts the cabinets beneath your sink. "It's all movin' again."
You were in your robe when you answered the door, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't run to the bathroom to fix your hair and swipe on a little lip balm while he was working. Really, you hadn't meant to try to fuck the plumber. But this man was gorgeous, with his auburn hair, stubble-lined jaw, large hands, broad shoulders. You felt your eyes widen when you first laid eyes on him, and now you'd been throbbing thinking about what those thick fingers could do other than plumbing.
You pull your robe tighter around yourself, hoping to subtly accentuate the outline of your body. "Thank you so much, really, I don't know what I'd have done without the sink."
"Probably used the dishwasher a lot more," he cracked dryly, and your previous words suddenly feel stupid, but it only serves to make him hotter.
"How should I pay you?" You stride over to him. "Cash?"
"You can just pay online." He looks tired, but he has a well-meaning smile on his face.
You look a little incredulous. "Really? I can't—do you accept tips? Seriously, top notch work and super quick. I can't not thank you."
"I'm really not supposed to take tips," he drawls, running a hand through his hair. You find yourself biting your lip; you can't look away from him. You must look like a rabid animal right now, but you can't help it.
He doesn't tear his eyes away from yours.
"I mean, unless..."
Those three words are what find you on your back in your bedroom with your robe thrown open, the sweet and efficient plumber named Sakunosuke standing at the edge as he impales you on his cock. He worked you open with those fingers first, fast and harsh, just how you begged him to, but nothing could've prepared your weeping hole for the stretch of his fat dick—and now he's pounding into you, his hands clutching your waist as you hold your legs open for him to thrust deeper, deeper.
“Oh, shit. Unh—so wet—“
His groans come from his chest, deliciously—he looks a little like he knows he shouldn't be doing this, but your cunt is sucking him in like it was what he was supposed to come here for all along. You spasm and clench around him and he throws his head back, your whole body rippling as his strong hips and heavy balls smack lewdly against your ass with each thrust.
“Mmph—fuck—break that sink of yours more often, alright?” ⊹
⊹ ANGO SAKAGUCHI—I JOINED THE MILE HIGH CLUB (EXTREMELY RISKY)!
The man you met in the airport bar—oh, he’s pretty.
He's even prettier in your mind when the pilot announces phone permissions now that you're in the air, and the first notification your phone receieves is from him.
I have an open seat next to me in first class. Come visit.
You don't hesitate for a moment. You stride forward from the economy section, past the flight attendants who protest at you flimsily to search for his seat number—you see his unmistakably gorgeous hair, his glasses, his sharp side profile as he speaks to an attendant, catches you in his peripheral, and then shoos her away.
There's hardly niceties before one of your legs is slung over his knee and he kisses you with fervor. You don't think too hard about the people around you—none of whom can actually see you but without a doubt will know exactly what's happening in a few minutes—as you grind down onto his thigh, bite his lips, draw soft gasps from him when your knee nudges his bulge.
Before you know it, his cock is free and he slides your underwear to the side so you can sink onto him; he groans shamelessly when your wet heat envelops him completely, causing heads to turn in your direction, but you just brace your knees against the airplane seat and your hands on his shoulders make quick work of milking him of everything he has.
He kisses you, hot, heavy; he smells good, he smells expensive, and you tear his dress shirt open to rake your nails down his chest as he grabs your hips, letting his head fall back and a full-bodied moan into the cramped air of the plane as he does so. You lift up to let him thrust, let lewd smacks resonate throughout first class, and with your chest in his face he rides your shirt up to latch his teeth to one of your nipples; you echo him, moaning unabashedly, running your hands through your hair, gripping him as people look on.
"Fuuuck, yeah, feels so good," he praises from beneath you. "Knew I had to fuck you from the second I saw you." His eyebrows draw up in concentration as he looks down at where your bodies meet and continues fucking up into you hard. "Hah—listen to that cunt cry for me. You like being watched, huh? Gonna let me fuck you 'til the plane smells like sex? Huh?"
You nod, messily, desperately, and he quickens his pace ever faster, pulling you back down into a sloppy kiss.
An attendant awkwardly approaches in the aisle, but the gorgeous man who's destroying your insides just holds up a palm, shoos her away again.
"Fuck—so sexy. Keep takin' this dick." ⊹
⊹ NIKOLAI GOGOL—LUCKY INTRUDER GETS TO FUCK HORNY VICTIM!
You're splayed out on your bed, two fingers stuffed deep in your cunt—and he's just surprised you didn't hear him breaking the lock on your front door.
When you meet his eyes, you're so glazed over with pleasure that you barely miss a beat, your gaze only blowing wide when he peers around your bedroom doorway. His snowy white hair, his sharp features—you can't find the sense to be alarmed at this unfamiliar man, the one holding your laptop and—is that your wallet?
Doesn't matter—they're clattering to the ground, another factor here you can't find it in yourself to care about as his gray eyes are locked onto you fucking yourself open on your sheets. The sheen of sweat that covers your skin, your desperate moans as you grind your clit against your palm, the obscene squelching that comes from your wet cunt—they all serve to propel him over to you, prompt him to dig his already-hard cock out of his pants as you just watch, beg him with your stare to come fill you up. You're so lucky he's here, really—you look like you're struggling to get deep enough with your pathetic little fingers; he guesses it's only fair that he repay you for the material goods he's about to rob you of and pawn off on whatever sucker will buy them for cash, right?
"Right? I'll help you out—" He gives his cock a few pumps as he positions himself between your legs, "—looks like you need it, sweetheart."
You can only bite your lip to supress the moan that leaves you as he enters your cunt and lifts your fingers up and out of you by your wrist to swirl his tongue around them, lick them clean. He's huge—even your third and fourth fingers weren't enough to prepare you properly for the burglar’s dick in your needy pussy, so you let out strained combinations of gasps and screams when he starts to drill into you mercilessly. You can't help the way your ankles link behind his back, the way you reach for him—and he smiles wickedly when your eyes roll back.
"You like having a stranger's cock deep in your guts, huh?" he speaks between deep sighs and grunts. You can only babble your incoherent agreement, your laptop and wallet forgotten, the actions of this man forgotten, everything but how desperately you need to squirt all over him forgotten—you reach down and rub your clit, play with your nipples as your mouth is frozen open as you moan, moan for this man who's just broken into your home. "Uh—yeah, you're gonna like takin' all my cum, too, I bet." ⊹
⊹ SIGMA—MASSEUR HELPS HIS SEXY CLIENT RELIEVE STRESS!
"Oh, yeah—right there," you groan softly as the heel of his palm meets the center of your back. You've been looking forward to this full-body massage the whole week, and this man was not disappointing.
He works his way down your back, twisting knots out as he goes—his lithe fingers feel like heaven against you, overworked from hours at your desk hunched over your computer.
But it's a full-body massage, as mentioned before; when his fingers dig into the plush of your asscheeks, you can't help the groan that leaves you.
"That okay?" he inquires; you think you hear a shake in his voice.
"More than okay," you reply, thinking you could fall asleep as he works you into relaxation. You could close your eyes from how good it feels, or you could peek behind you and see his face burning with blush at your sounds. You do the former, but smirk a little at how sweet it is of him to check in.
He checks in again when his hands are inching your underwear down, and you tell him of course, he's the professional.
He's still the professional when he climbs up on the table behind you and buries his flushed face into your cunt. You arch up and back, crooning, as his hands stay massaging you, spreading you apart, kneading your ass with career expertise and plunging his tongue into you with enthusiasm.
"Oh! Oh—feels good," you breathe, grinding back into his face, onto his nose. He laps at you happily, this masseur you've barely looked upon for a total of twenty seconds, but you can't lie to yourself and say you didn't think he was pretty when he led you back to his room; he hums into you, sending you shivering, twitching. "Please, more."
"Mhm," he mumbles, releasing one of your asscheeks to lay back beneath you and insert a long, thin finger into your pussy; you sigh, you settle onto his face, and his tongue speeds up in this new position in a way that rips a high moan from your lungs.
Not hunched, but arched, the stretch feels heavenly on your back in combination with the way he pumps another finger into you; you graciously sit up, throwing your head back, begging, pleading for more until his tongue settles into a tight back-and-forth rhythm over your clit. "Please, please, please—"
You grind against his nose, your moans become more erratic, and you dig a hand into his hair as your hips move in dizzying circles over his head.
"Cum for me?" he asks, muffled by your pussy; you'll ride him until his face is soaked. ⊹
⊹ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY—CONFESSING MY SINS ENDS IN HUGE CUMSHOT ALL OVER MY FACE!
“And I’ve been terribly, terribly lustful, Father Fyodor,” you say with regret. “It consumes me. I really never used to be like this."
"Temptation lurks everywhere," the priest sympathizes. You can barely see him through the grate, but his soft, forgiving voice sounds close to you. "The Devil and his army are constantly exploiting our vulnerabilities to try and turn us to sin, but worry not, child of Christ; we're human. I'm here to guide you. Continue."
You shift on the wooden seat in the booth, crossing your hands tighter over your lap. "That's really all. It's been very concerning to me. I think about it... I think about it so much."
"About what?" Father Fyodor prompts, and you bristle even more at being asked to elaborate.
"Sex," it barely comes out as more than a whisper. "I can't help it—it's everywhere. It leaves me feeling so... exhausted and frustrated, and the only thing that helps is... Well..."
But you're met with silence. You know he wants you to go on. You're here to confess, after all.
"...touching myself. I do it at least once a day. It's like a burning within me—nothing helps but—but—cumming all over my fingers." Your voice is laced with shame—the throbbing of your cunt as you talk makes you feel all the more guilty, and you can only imagine how he's shaking his head. "That's all. That's all."
"You'll do penance," he says, comfortingly. "When we bring our sins to the Lord and repent he cleanses us of them."
The grate pops out of the window, and you see the the waist of his alb as he speaks his next words.
"You'll take communion, now—" the cinctures around his waist fall undone beneath his hands, and the alb is hiked up to reveal a leaking cock, pretty and pale and bobbing in the air of the confessional. "—and be saved from the flames of perdition.”
"Yes, Father, please. Anything to be saved." But your mouth waters in a way that you know has little to do with your thirst for salvation.
"Take this; eat. This is my body," he recites the scripture as his length reaches through the window; your hands, eager and already on the threshold, accept him willingly. As you wrap your mouth around him, he groans, and it's like seraphim singing their holy, holy, holy.
"That's it—child of God, follower of Christ; I absolve you of your sins," he gasps as his tip hits the back of your throat which was begging for forgiveness moments ago. His hands reach through the window to stroke either side of your face, and then hold you in place to fuck your throat. "The Lord will forgive you for this." ⊹
note.: i decided to get started on kinktober early since i’m a slow writer. i put the prompts together myself (i didn’t follow a specific list), but feel free to use them if you’d like—no credits needed.
also, this is my first time participating in kinktober and writing for characters i’ve never written before, so apologies in advance if there’s room for improvement.
that being said, all works are porn and written with afab! or gn! reader. please read the tags carefully before proceeding to read a fic in case there is a kink you feel uncomfortable with.
WORKS WILL BE POSTED WHEN OCTOBER BEGINS ֶָ֢ᐟ THIS IS JUST AN OVERVIEW FOR NOW. [SLOW UPDATES]
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DAY ONE.: cockwarming / begging / cockbulge ❤︎ ꒰ ranpo x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWO.: somnophilia / creampie / dub-con ❤︎ ꒰ yan!dazai x afab!reader ꒱
DAY THREE.: threesome / double penetration / shower sex ❤︎ ꒰ dazai x afab!reader x chuuya ꒱
DAY FOUR.: lingerie / lap dance / club sex ❤︎ ꒰ chuuya x gn!reader ꒱
DAY FIVE.: teasing / scratching / nipple play ❤︎ ꒰ ghost!dazai x afab!reader ꒱
DAY SIX.: recording & taking pictures / stockings / finger sucking ❤︎ ꒰ kunikida x gn!reader ꒱
DAY SEVEN.: mutual masturbation / cum licking / messy sex ❤︎ ꒰ verlaine x afab!reader ꒱
DAY EIGHT.: vouyeurism / adultery / outdoor sex ❤︎ ꒰ atsushi x afab!reader x akutagawa ꒱
DAY NINE.: exhibitionism / biting / blood play ❤︎ ꒰ vamp!dazai x gn!reader ꒱
DAY TEN.: sex pollen / hair pulling / rough sex ❤︎ ꒰ tachihara x gn!reader ꒱
DAY ELEVEN.: scissoring / squirting / mommy kink ❤︎ ꒰ yosano x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWELVE.: body worship / praise kink / mirror sex ❤︎ ꒰ dazai x afab!reader ꒱
DAY 3TEEN.: face fucking / tit fucking / kneeling ❤︎ ꒰ ranpo x afab!reader ꒱
DAY 4TEEN.: overstimulation / handcuffed / ignored safeword ❤︎ ꒰ nikolai x gn!reader ꒱
DAY 5TEEN.: a/o/b verse / breeding kink / hickeys ❤︎ ꒰ atsushi x afab!reader ꒱
DAY 6TEEN.: intoxication / riding / car sex ❤︎ ꒰ chuuya x afab!reader ꒱
DAY 7TEEN.: dacryphilia / degradation / corruption ❤︎ ꒰ fyodor x afab!reader ꒱
DAY 8TEEN.: wet dream / quiet sex / aftercare ❤︎ ꒰ dazai x afab!reader ꒱ ̗̀➛ might include traces of dub-con
DAY 9TEEN.: pegging / pet play / collaring ❤︎ ꒰ kouyou x gn!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY.: tentacles / suspension / gagging ❤︎ ꒰ monster! akutagawa x afab!reader ꒱ ̗̀➛ might include traces of non-con
DAY TWENTY-ONE.: scent kink / service kink / face sitting ❤︎ ꒰ sigma x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-TWO.: shame kink / coming untouched / dry humping ❤︎ ꒰ beast!dazai x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-THREE.: oral sex / spit play / semi-public ❤︎ ꒰ poe x gn!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-FOUR.: choking / hate sex / wall sex ❤︎ ꒰ chuuya x gn!reader ꒱ ̗̀➛ might include traces of dub-con
DAY TWENTY-FIVE.: glove kink / ruined orgasm / sensory play ❤︎ ꒰ piano man x gn!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-SIX.: spanking / punishment / anal sex ❤︎ ꒰ chuuya x gn!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-SEVEN.: edging / voice kink / dirty talk ❤︎ ꒰ dazai x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-EIGHT.: age gap / size kink / slow sex ❤︎ ꒰ oda x afab!reader ꒱
DAY TWENTY-NINE.: shibari / sensory deprivation / wax play ❤︎ ꒰ ango x gn!reader ꒱
DAY THIRTY.: gun play / non-con / forced orgasm ❤︎ ꒰ yan!albatross x afab!reader ꒱
DAY THIRTY-ONE.: cnc / knife play / power imbalance ❤︎ ꒰ mori x afab!reader ꒱
BONUS ONE.: public sex / teasing / humiliation ❤︎ ꒰ chuuya x afab!reader ꒱
BONUS TWO.: foreplay / food play / handjob ❤︎ ꒰ atsushi x afab!reader ꒱
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note.: there is a possibility that i might change a few things (though unlikely) and that i won’t be done until october, since i’m starting college soon, but i’ll try my best! worst case scenario, a few fics will be posted in november.
also, please be aware that everything written is purely fictional and that i would never condone some of the kinks like non-con or dub-con in real life. if you know someone who’s experiencing similar (sexual) abuse, don’t be afraid to help that person.
↪thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! MLIST
