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 !
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
Hiii I hope you're having a wonderful day!! I was wondering if I could request a bsd chat-fic or oneshot!! (Whatever U prefer) with Chyuua, dazai, Fyodor, tachihara, akutagawa, atsushi and Nikolai. (If U don't wanna do all those could U please at least do dazai, tachihara and akutagawa?!) With a fem reader, established relationship! Where she tells them that someone was being mean to her and she's really upset? (I just need some protective fluff, man... 😭😭😭)
Anywayssss!! I LOVE Ur writing SM!!! ITS LIKE MY COMFORT PLACE THANKYOU SM FOR POSTING ❤️❤️🥹🥹🥹!
╰› warnings ♯ fem reader, might be ooc, cursing, established relationships, use of petnames, tooth-rotting fluff, descriptions of murder and violence in akutagawa's part, description of raid mission in tachihara's part, verbal cruelty towards reader, emotional hurt, comfort, i suck with endings ⋆˚࿔
Hihi!! I hope you're doing great on this day! I'm so sorry this took as long as it did, something personal came up these few days!! Thank you so much for requesting this, it's soooo cute, I had sm fun writing this. Also I'm so honored you think so about my works, best believe it brings me motivation. Requests are open again btw!
Chuuya Nakahara
Many misread Chuuya Nakahara as someone too impatient to notice the finer details of a person. When in truth, Chuuya notices everything. The slight drag in your footsteps when exhaustion clings to your bones, the way your laughter sounds thinner on difficult days, the subtle shift in your expression before sadness has even fully settled in. Loving you has made him attentive to every little thing about you— especially the parts you try hardest to hide.
He discerns the negligible fluctuating mood in the atmosphere, noticing the gloom settling in the space where felicity used to occupy. The instance he set foot in the shared space of you and him, he uttered the same words he invariably did— "I'm home.", tiredly, said he. The roughness of his day can be distinguished from the harsh edges of his tone and volume, yet that was not what concerned him in this very moment.
His announcement reaped no response, no reply at all— the air trapped within the walls remained unbearably still, accompanied by the lack of any reaction, as though there was no other soul in this space other than the executive himself. But that wasn't the case, Chuuya knew better than such. The silence stretched on as he treaded further, his footsteps nearing the living room.
And that's where he found you, seemingly limp from where you lay on the couch. The television was muted despite being visibly turned on.
"Alright, enough of this crap." you heard him scoff, followed by the sounds of his soles heading towards you on the couch. The cushions sank for he now occupied the blank space next to you. "You know I don't like it when you're all upset. So? Talk to me, love." His gloved hand settles against your thigh, thumb tapping impatiently.
"It's just something stupid.... Nothing to fuss about, really."
"It's obviously something for me to fuss about if you're gonna be all pouty with me." Chuuya clicks his tongue, a habit of his in which he frequents when his frustration is not to be vented with fists. You perceive the familiar texture of his gloved fingers take ahold of your chin before you can look away again, tilting your face toward him with surprising gentleness. "Out with it, who or what pissed you off?"
".. Someone in your squadron.."
The concern etched across Chuuya's face sharpens into something far less gentle, a faint scowl settling onto his features as his expression darkens. "Who?" the words leave his mouth in a low mutter, his irritation evident in his vocals.
"No idea. Didn't catch his name."
"Tch. What'd he say?"
Silence lingers for a second too long before you finally answer.
"He called me your weakness." you mumbled so quietly he had barely heard the phrase. "Said I was dragging you down and that you'd be better off with someone stronger. On top of that, he had the nerve to call me a bitch."
"What kinda bullshit is that? That asshole— I swear I'll give him what he deserves." His hand slips away from your cheek, only to find your own not even seconds later. Chuuya intertwines your fingers without wait, grip secure and reassuring in a way only he could ever manage, in a way only he could ever sought to provide. For reasons you can name, his touch always carried a quiet promise of safety— as though the moment he held you close, nothing else in the world could truly reach you.
"You really let yourself get all bummed out over that?" the pads of his lengthy fingers glide against your knuckles as he continues- "Don't listen to idiots who don't know a damn thing about you. And if you even dared to think that I would agree with him, you're so goddamn wrong."
"But what he said was true in a way, I'm not saying that—"
"Listen to me, doll. What he said will never be true, get that?" The irritation lingering in his expression softens the moment your eyes meet his, dissipating to mutate into a kinder shape. "You're not some burden I'm dragging around, drill that in your pretty little head." he mutters, brows drawing together.
A beat of silence passes, you could only smile gently. "Thanks for easing my worries, Chuuya."
"Don't thank me yet, doll. What do you say you come with me at work tomorrow? Point out the dumb bastard who said all those things, yeah?" a smirk creeps onto his features, a telltale of the schemes in his head. "I'll hold them down with gravity so you could get a good punch, or two."
Osamu Dazai
An impudent fool, one must be if one ever assumes they have the set of skills to delude the Osamu Dazai. And an impudent fool, you certainly are. A fool to believe you've successfully hid your worries from the gawking pair of eyes, a particular specimen of doofus to believe he had never noticed.
A desperate attempt was made to drown out his question, to have it blur into the background of clacking keyboard keys. "You knoooow," his words were drawled, "you've been awfully mopey ever since you came home, it's personally affecting me!" He remained unmoving from his location in the room, a place somewhere behind you that you don't dare to pinpoint.
A response, he did hope to get, but what reached his ears was the mere hum of a troubled mind. You offer nothing more than a pathetic excuse of a reply, an incoherent sound that leaves him sighing. With your eyes so stubbornly fixated upon the luminated laptop screen before you, it was easy for Dazai to slip his slim fingers around your wrist, gentle but demanding as he pulls away your hand from the keyboard.
The rapid typing gradually tapers off until silence settles across the room, broken only by the soft sound of Dazai breathing beside you. You tilt your head upward to meet Dazai's gaze, the chair beneath you creaking softly as he stands at your side beside the desk. Towering over you from where you sat, he leans down just enough for strands of dark brown hair to fall into his eyes, his attention fixed solely on you with an intensity far gentler than his teasing tone suggested.
"Now then, can we finally discuss what's gotten you all sulky? Hm?" Before you had the chance to voice out a disagreement, Dazai beat you to it. "Ah, ah— No denying it. Let me pry at your brain, kay, my belladonna?" His free hand slips around your remaining wrist before you can retreat back toward the safety of your keyboard. With a dramatic sigh, Dazai gently tugs you upright from the chair, guiding you away from the desk and toward the bed with an ease that leaves little room for protest.
The mattress dips beneath your weight the moment he settles you atop it. Only after making sure you're seated comfortably does Dazai lower himself beside you, close enough for his shoulder to brush against yours. One arm stretches lazily across the bed behind you while the other remains loosely wrapped around your hand, thumb absentmindedly tracing slow circles against your skin as though attempting to soothe thoughts you hadn't yet spoken aloud.
"There. Now, would you care to tell me what's bothering you?"
And just like that, you break. The composed façade you've manufactured, easily does it crumble in the face of your partner. All resistance fades away into the abyss beneath the warmth of Dazai's touches. "Osamuuuuu..," Your breath hitches softly as you lean toward him on instinct, forehead nearly falling against his shoulder. "I want to quit my job at this point...!!"
"Quit? Why would you say something so dreadful like that?
"My boss keeps giving me absolute bullshit! She's just so..!" The earlier softness of yours sags away to be replaced by irritation at the mere thought of her. "She's so mean to me, y'know that? Keep dumping workload after workload onto me, and always scolding me for getting things done sloppily! She's doing this on purpose, and she knows it!"
"Samu, I swear I didn't even do anything to her," you mumble miserably, leaning further into his side. "She just kept going on and on about how I'm talentless and annoying and—"
Your voice falters slightly.
"I dunno... it just got to me, I guess."
Dazai exhales quietly through his nose before tugging you closer against him. "Belladonna," he murmurs, resting his chin atop your own head "you do understand that none of the things that she says about you is true, right?" he chuckles, and somehow, manages a smile. "Do you want me to provide her a much needed scare? I can handle a bossy bitch, ask Kunikida about that!"
"No way. She'll just say I'm hiding behind my boyfriend."
"How distasteful! She's just jealous of you. People like hurting things they envy, and I don't blame her for envying you. Ah, my belladonna is just so perfect, just so utterly amazing!", says he with a cheery tone. It manages to sow a chuckle out of the depths of your throat. "You're nothing like what she says you are, remember that or I'll have to drill it in myself."
"Mhm, thank you so much, Osamu."
After that conversation, it takes less than a week for your boss to disappear from the company entirely. Dazai offers no explanation when you bring it up, merely smiling into his cup of coffee with an expression far too pleased to be deemed as innocent with the matter.
Ranpo Edogawa
A benignant, and good-natured person— is an incarnation that you have always toiled towards. You weave through every action of yours with such an ideal in mind, aiming to perform the warmth of a million suns, striving to provide a place of pleasantry. But sometimes, people possess a peculiar talent for dismantling your self-restraint piece by piece, until all that remains is the ugly edge of irritation.
The world you've been so kind to was not in the mood to reflect such a kindness back. Ranpo understood the scene the moment you returned from your case. To the detective, piecing it together was hardly more difficult than watching a murder unfold through a clear lens in real time.
It was painfully obvious to anyone who has the equivalent of three braincells. Every twitch of your expression, every upset sigh that left your mouth in secrecy, each and every pout of yours— Ranpo treats them as if they were evidence to a bigger picture, all of it laid itself bare before his emerald eyes with an embarrassing ease. The picture came to light in no time at all.
There was no mystery to solve here. Or at least, it was already unraveled the moment you walked through the door.
The master detective bided his time until the shine of dusk seeped into the Agency's office, with not a soul present except you and him. Everyone else has already finished their designated reports, excluding you for the simple rationale that your spirits are in the gutters.
"Ughhh, can you stop being all sad now? It's starting to disrupt my mood too, ya know! Really, can't a man eat peacefully without the atmosphere souring?" the man exclaimed from his signature spot behind his desk, one hand fraying in an exaggerated manner, whereas his other was buried deep into a packaging of chips. Not far from his own station, was your own desk— which is why you couldn't possibly comprehend the need to say such a thing with excessive volume.
The sound of aggressive typing dies down at last, leaving only the rustle of plastic coming from Ranpo's package of salted crisps. A sigh came from your own lips, one can say you've been anticipating this confrontation from the genius all along.
"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, Ranpo. Let's go home after this report so you can rest—"
"Ah tut-tut-tut!" The raven-haired man arose from the comfort of his seat, abruptly so, the chair groaned with how forceful he stood up. Wearing an inconvenienced expression, and with his hands folded, he treaded to your side from where you're sat. "I didn't ask for an apology, did I? Clearly, you're not the problem here. So don't even think about uttering a word of apology!" Ranpo jabbed a finger in your direction, placing himself on the wooden surface of your desk.
"It was your client from today's case that got under your skin, wasn't it? Don't let him get to you, he's a real pain to handle, even Fukazawa is hesitant to provide him service."
"Come now, fess up. No point in lying."
You release a breath you didn't even know you were taking ahold of. "He just... He just kept talking to me like I was incompetent. Can you believe that?! He treated me as if I was lower than him as a human, Ranpo!"
"I know. The man's just really set back in intelligence.", says he, and you feel your hair being toyed with by his worn fingers.
"I don't think I can handle another case from him. He called me stupid right to my face, who even does that to people?"
"Huh?! How much of a moron is he capable of being!" Ranpo stares at you for a long moment before making the most offended face imaginable. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard! Did he hit his head or was he born with half a brain? Unbelievable, I say!"
You stare up at him where he is looming above you, his leverage rooting from his position on your table. Evident through his movements, his disbelief, as well as annoyance. His next movements are as listed;
Ranpo reached forward without warning, fingers pressing into your cheeks until your face was awkwardly squished between his hands. The motion forced your gaze upward, leaving you no room to avoid him as he tugged you closer with surprising insistence. Then, leaning down just enough to invade your space, his narrowed eyes searched your expression with shameless scrutiny. His eyes are wide open to unveil the treasure of green hiding beneath his eyelids.
"Don't listen to people who are obviously less intelligent than me. Which is almost everyone, actually. And in no universe are you, (y/n), stupid! You being my beloved should already say so."
"Yeah— it's not like I believed him on that part.. But, I appreciate it, Ranpo. You're the best."
"...Haha! Of course, I'm just that great with this stuff. All in a day's work, really. So? Anything else you have to say to the greatest partner ever?"
"Oh, shut it."
Ryuunosuke Akutagawa
The mission had already ended roughly twenty minutes prior to the current time. Crimson spills had long since dried into ugly brownish tinted stains upon the fabric of your clothing, yet the evident scent of iron tickles your sense of smell nevertheless— blood and cruelty still stubbornly linger amidst the air between you and the pale man, clinging to your conscience with nauseating persistence.
The life of the city continues regardless.
You trail half a step behind Akutagawa as the two of you walk through Yokohama's quieter streets— accompanying you two, nothing but the faint howl of the wind, and the rustling of leaves. The moon shone upon the asphalt pavement with a mystifying, gentle gleam, granting the night and your path illumination. There were also streetlights flickering faintly overhead, but they fail at bringing forth the same beauty the moon does.
Despite the mission's completion, the words uttered by your target refused to leave you in peace, replaying themselves over and over with suffocating clarity.
Weak, he said.
A liability.
Nothing more than dead weight beside the renowned Akutagawa Ryuunosuke of the Port Mafia. Your dread roots from the fact that what he said is not so hard to believe.
A bullet had long since been embedded within the man's skull, yet the words he uttered before dying remained painfully alive within your own. Akutagawa still walks ahead, dark coat fluttering behind him. Normally, you'd sped up and closed the distance by now. You hadn't, and Akutagawa ends up noticing even if it were against his wishes to do so.
His footsteps halt their collision with the pavement, they stop completely. "You allow the ramblings of an already deceased man to bother you." He turns around to face you fully. "The words of a man like him are worthless. You should know there is no reason to dwell any further."
"Huh? I'm totally fine, Ryu! I do appreciate it though."
“Don’t lie.” His voice remained flat, almost unimpressed. “You’ve never been particularly good at it.” Akutagawa stepped closer afterward, the distance between you shrinking when subjected beneath the weight of his stare.
"Tell me, did you truly believe what he said for even a second?"
Silence answered him.
No reply came forth from your lips, yet the hesitation lingering within your expression was answer enough. Akutagawa clicked his tongue quietly at that, irritation flickering briefly across his face before vanishing just as quickly beneath his usual cold composure.
The insult left his lips with no genuine cruelty.
He stepped closer afterward until the suffocating weight of his presence settled directly before you. Black fabric stirred faintly at his side, Rashōmon shifting like a living shadow in response to its master’s displeasure.
"That man died groveling in his own blood,” Akutagawa continued coldly. “And yet you allow his final words to linger within your mind as though they hold meaning.”
"The opinions of the weak hold no value. He is the weak one, not you." A pause, as though he might regret his next words. "Why else would I value your feelings if I hadn't thought so in the first place? You're strong. Hearing it from me should be enough." Without another word, he reached down to take your hand, the gesture stiff— almost unfamiliar— coming from someone like him.
"The next time someone's phrases bother you, they'll be met with Rashōmon's blade. Have I made myself clear?"
Michizou Tachihara
Smoke curled upward before dissipating into the cold twilight air, the bitter scent of nicotine lingering faintly against your senses. It was not a habit you often permitted yourself to indulge in, cigarettes had always been more of an occasional vice than a genuine addiction— yet tonight felt deserving of small exceptions. The exhaustion settled neatly beneath your limbs. The condescending insults of a prideful man who you wished would be lying dead several streets away gnawing unyieldingly into the back of your conscience.
You crushed the burning end of the cigarette against the ashtray resting atop the balcony railing, watching faint embers crumble into mere ash. Leaning upon said railing, you feel the cold wind hit your face. Then came the sound of approaching footsteps. From the confidence in the stride, you're able to deduce exactly who's soles are hitting the floor.
“Yo—” Tachihara grimaced faintly as he stepped out onto the balcony, one hand shoved lazily into his pocket while the other rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Ugh, hey there, pretty.” His gaze flickered toward the cigarette between your fingers before settling properly on your face. “You okay?”
"Kinda not."
"Yeahh, I'd guessed as much. You don't smoke unless you're upset.", uttered he whilst stepping into place beside you. "So..? You wanna talk 'bout it now or..—"
What reached his ears first is a sigh, then the words— "Some asshole kept screaming at me during the raid mission earlier. Damn bastard kept yelling about how I was just in the way."
“That asshole serious?” The irritation in Tachihara’s voice is immediate, though it softens slightly the moment he notices your expression. “C’mon,” he says, bumping his shoulder lightly against yours. “Don’t tell me you actually listened to that bullshit.”
"Of course not... But—", your voice stammers. "I-i don't know."
Tachihara clicks his tongue. The gleam of the moon endowed his stature with an elegance you've never witness him adorn. "Hah? The guy was obviously a prick, (y/n). People just start barking the second things get messy." You barely had time to react before his fingers closed around your chin, turning your face upward with surprising care hidden beneath the roughness of the gesture.
"I'm sure you did great, yeah? Trust me, if you were actually useless, I’d be the first one saying it." His grip loosened slightly, though he made no move to pull away entirely. Instead, his thumb brushed once against your cheek in absent thought before he seemed to realize what he was doing. It was only then did his touch leave your skin.
The cigarette remained untouched between your fingers, ash threatening to collapse at any given moment. Ironically enough, the supposed comfort you sought through nicotine had begun to fade the instant Tachihara stepped beside you.
Perhaps escapism had never truly existed within the smoke curling through the air.
Perhaps it had been standing next to you all along, clad in a military green crop jacket that has beige fur around the collar.
You giggle, "I think I'm starting to prefer this comforting side of you."
Tachihara snorted immediately at that, though the faint redness creeping onto his face betrayed him almost instantly. He looked away with an annoyed click of his tongue, one hand coming up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck.
"For real?" he scoffed. "You think you'd like me even when I'm beating up that son of a bitch you're talking 'bout?"
"Hmmm," You pretended to think for a moment before straightening slightly from the railing. "I think I'd love you more."
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When people see you two in public, they can never guess that you are together. They prefer to keep things private and your friend always joke around asking you how you can date such a distant person. But they don't see them in the privacy of your home, without the pressure of all the people around. Then, they're always around you, always a hand on you when they listen to your rambling, giving you kisses and taking care of you.
