good boys that you just can’t help riding till they cry ♡ moaning, writhing and mewling under you as you drop your weight on him, the loud slapping of skin resounding in the room along with his voice and your amused chuckles. He’s cummed so many times he doesn’t know what’s going on anymore, delirious and spit bubbling from his mouth, rolled eyes, all he can pick up is the sparks of pleasure going up his body. His dick is a angry dark pink, your tight hole milking him so much he’s about to go dry. But it’s not any time soon. Because no matter how overstimulated, how much he cries, he is definitely not done anytime soon, the amount of cum he just spurt out is proof of that.
🐇- armin, chuuya, dazai, atsushi, ranpo, poe, angel devil, choso, gojo, grim/casper (adwd), jinshi, izuku (adult), tomioka, rengoku, MAYBE MAYBEEEE katsuki (adult and after fighting to convince him), amajiki, kaneki, reigen, kurapika, shinichiro, link (tloz), sebastian (stardew)
authors note: hi guys! Thank u for 300 followers and I’m sorry for not writing for so long. if u guys have other character suggestions please let me know! I don’t think these characters are solely subs but are willing to sub, I will write again soon! Also this isn’t edited I will edit any grammar mistakes soon :)
special thanks to my friend for helping me choose the characters 🫶
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 TWENT-YONE.: 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
Midorima had been restless all evening, you could tell. His shoulders never loosened, no matter how many times you reassured him, and his movements felt just a little too cautious, as if he were holding himself together by force. His room was neat as always, the folded blanket at the edge of the bed, the stack of books aligned perfectly on his desk, and of course, his lucky item placed carefully within reach. It was as if he needed order to anchor himself against what was about to pursue.
He had already set his glasses aside on the nightstand, though his hands trembled as they reached for you. When his fingertips brushed your arm, his touch was so hesitant it made you ache. “Y/N,” he muttered, his voice low, his anxiousness was definite. “Don’t misunderstand me. I simply cannot allow you to think I regard this as something careless, or that I would ever approach you with such shallow intent. I am aware that I may have… over prepared. Perhaps I am doing too much. But-” his words faltered, and his hand closed firmly around yours, his warmth betraying the composure he fought to keep, “…I want this to be perfect. For you. For us.” His words were clumsy, his body stiff, but the flush burning down his neck told you more than he ever could. You raised your free hand and grabbed his cheek.
“Shintaro..you talk way too much." You whispered before pulling his face down, your lips clashing against his. It was desperate, clumsy at first, then growing more deeper with every heartbeat. The composure he had clung to so tightly slipped through his fingers with each second that went by, and all that was left was feelings. Intense feelings. When things went further and clothes were finally being thrown to the side. He'd prep you just enough to make sure you were comfortable enough to take him on. Finally he put a condom on and looked at you, a faint flush painting his cheeks, hair messy from your hands. "I just want to confirm you want this before I proceed.." You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.. "We're dating Shin..of course I want it...do you??" His lips twitched into the smallest, most vulnerable smile. “…More than ever, my love. He said as he slowly buried his length within your walls, You snapped your eyes shut at the sharp sting of pain. Immediately, Midorima bent down, resting his forehead against yours, his breath uneven but his body frozen in place. He didn’t dare move, not even slightly until you signaled him to. Each move feeling so blissful for the both of you. He slowly increased his pace, not taking his eyes off you the entire time.
When it was finally over, he withdrew carefully, discarding the condom in the nearby trash bin before leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. Then, almost immediately, he reached for his glasses.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice, the nervous edge clear despite his usual formality. “I… hope I was not too rough. Was I… adequate?"
You smiled softly, brushing his arm. “You were perfect, Shin.”
A flush crept across his cheeks, though he gave only a small nod in acknowledgment. Rising from the bed, he retrieved a towel and returned, tending to you with meticulous care. Afterwards, he offered you the glass of water he had set aside earlier, holding it steady until you had finished drinking. When you were settled, the two of you remained together in the quiet, his back against the headboard, your head tucked against his chest. His heartbeat was still uneven beneath your ear, his hand resting lightly on your back. For a long time, he stared ahead, dazed, as if he could hardly comprehend that it had truly happened, that he had finally allowed himself to go so far, and that you had entrusted him with something so important. Only when your breathing softened into quiet snores did he finally glance down at you. His lips curved into a smile. “…I have never desired anyone so strongly before,” he whispered, his voice soft. “Not until I met you. I am… grateful my first time was with you.”
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Daiki Aomine
You weren’t sure how you ended up here, with Aomine in the quiet of his room, but the grin on his face told you he’d been waiting for this as much as you had. Especially with your gorgeous tits fully on display for him, nipples hard under his fingers. “Knew this would happen sooner or later,” he muttered, smirk tugging at his lips as he rolled one nipple between his thumb and finger. “Bet you’ve been waitin for this, huh?”
You rolled your eyes, your laugh coming out shaky,. “Are you gonna make me wait longer?” That lit the spark in his eyes. He crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you deep and sloppy, tongue sliding into your mouth. His confidence radiated through every move from sucking hard on your nipples until you gasped, fingers dipping between your thighs to rub your wet pussy. Two fingers sliding in with ease. “Damn… you're so tight already,” he mumbled, pumping his fingers into you, thumb circling your clit until you were moaning his name. His cock hardened against his sweats, and when he finally pulled them down, the sight made your stomach flip at how big he was. Lining himself up, he paused, just for a second. His confidence now disappeared. His eyes softened as they gazed over your bare body, flushed and spread out for him. “Shit… you’re so fuckin pretty.” He gave a nervous chuckle. He could not believe he was inches away from this. “I’m gonna put it in, alright?”
He pushed in slowly, hissing as your heat wrapped around him, every muscle in his body tensing at how tight you were. You whimpered at the stretch, biting your lip against the sting. He froze immediately. “You good?”
“Yes, Daiki,” you panted.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he muttered, forehead dropping against yours.
When you nodded, he started moving slow at first, then deeper, harder, until your walls clenched tight around him. The sting melted into pleasure, the burn addicting as his thick length filled you again and again. Your moans spilled out without restraint, his name tumbling from your lips over and over.
"God, you’re gonna make me lose it… keep makin’ those noises, baby." he grunted. His smirk came back, his pace quickening as he ventured down into you, groaning into your ear. “Shit… you feel too good, fuck. You hear that? That’s all you how damn good you’re makin me feel.” Your nails dug into his back as his thrusts grew rougher, the bed creaking beneath the force of his movements. He kissed you hard between grunts as his hips snapped faster, chasing both your highs. "Look at you taking me so well." When you finally clenched tight around him, screaming his name, it tipped him over. He buried himself deep with a low groan, as his release filled the condom.
Aomine collapsed beside you with a huff, sweat dripping down his temple. His arm draped lazily over your waist, his grin creeping back into place. “Not bad for my first time, huh?” he teased.
You laughed breathlessly, curling into his side. “Not bad at all.”
His eyes then slipped shut, his grip tightening on you as you both drifted off to sleep.
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Ryouta Kise
You could tell from the moment his lips touched yours that Kise was nervous. Normally, his kisses carried that signature confidence, like he knew exactly what he was doing. But tonight, his demeanor was different. “Y/Ncchi…” he murmured against your mouth, cupping your cheek with his hand. His golden eyes were wide, vulnerable. “I really don’t wanna mess this up. You’re… far too important to me to mess this up.” You smiled, lifting his hand from your cheek and kissing his knuckles. “Ryouta, it’s just us. You won’t mess it up, I promise.” He swallowed hard. “You say that, but my heart’s racing like crazy.” His laugh came out awkward, nervous, but he kissed you again, softer this time, as though trying to calm himself. When he pulled away, you looked up at him, cheeks flushed. “Ryouta… can I have this? Please? All we’ve done is kiss, and I want more.” The way you begged, your voice so soft and sweet, made his heart nearly burst. God, you looked so pretty asking for him like that. He let out a shaky sigh and nodded, smiling as he slowly stripped, the sight of his perfect body only making your need worse. When he slid into you for the first time, his hand clutched yours tightly, his eyes locked on your face. “Is this okay? Please… tell me when I should move.” You winced at the initial sting, squeezing his hand hard, and he froze instantly, panic flickering across his features. But once your grip loosened, he understood, moving carefully, his hips rolling slowly against yours. “Is this good? Am I going too fast?” he asked. “You’re perfect, Ryo-" Your words cut off into a loud moan as his cock brushed against your sweet spot deep inside you. Your back arched, eyes squeezing shut. Kise blinked, startled. “…Wait. Was that-?” He adjusted slightly, thrusting again, hitting the same place. Another moan spilled from your lips, louder this time. That was all it took. His nerves didn’t disappear completely, but a smirk tugged at his lips, his confidence returning with each sound you made. “That must feel really good, huh?” he whispered, his voice low, his hips snapping into that same angle again and again, determined to hear more.
Your moans filled the room, every cry of his name making his pace quicken as he buried himself deeper. “I love you so much,” he breathed, kissing you messily between thrusts. “My beautiful girl…You feel amazing around me… so warm.” By the time you reached your peak, clenching tightly around him, Kise was reaching his too, groaning against your lips as he came with you. He pulled out carefully and immediately grabbing tissues to clean you up.
When he finished, he collapsed against you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and burying his face in your neck. His body was still warm, as he whispered into your skin, his voice cracking with quiet laughter.
“…I can’t believe that just happened. With you.”
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Taiga Kagami
When you told Kagami you wanted to take the next step in your relationship, his reaction was immediate and completely Kagami. “W-what?!” he choked, eyes going wide. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he scrambled back a step “Y-you mean, like sex? Now?!" You couldn’t help but laugh as you reached out to grab his wrist before. “Yes Taiga.. It’s me after all."
“I know it’s you! That’s the problem!” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, his voice muffled. “I’m sorry..I really don't want to screw this up…” You squeezed his hand gently. “You won’t. You don’t have to be perfect. I just want you.”. He swallowed, his expression softening, though the blush on his cheeks remained. He held your hands tightly as he sat next to you. "You… really mean that?” You nodded, and his shoulders finally loosened. Eventually the kissing started. It was clumsy at first. But as the kiss deepened, so did his confidence. His hands, hesitant at first, grew firmer, sliding around your waist and pulling you close. “Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, voice rough but steady now. “Ive never done this so I don't know what I’m doing… but I swear, I’ll give it everything I’ve got. Just let me know if anything hurts alright?" You smiled softly. “Of course taiga."
From then on, the clumsiness faded into pure passion. He kissed you as he laid you down gently on the bed. His hand lingering in your whole body. You then moved his hand down to your aching wet cunt. And looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes. "Please finger me...Taiga."
“O-okay… yeah,” he muttered, swallowing hard as his fingers trailed lower. “God, Y/N… you’re so wet already.” He pressed a thick finger inside carefully, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. When you gasped, he froze. “D-did that hurt?”
You shook your head quickly, clutching his wrist. “No… keep going.” Relief washed over his face, and he added another finger, curling them slowly as he fingered into you. Your hips jerked at the sudden pleasure, a moan spilling past your lips. His pace then quickened, fingers curling deeper, his thumb brushing over your clit. Your cries filled the room, and Kagami leaned down, kissing you hard, swallowing each sound. “Shit… you sound so good,” he muttered against your lips, voice rough with need. Kagami then pulled back just enough to grab the condom from your nightstand. Hovering above you, condom now on his dick he whispered “I… I need you, Y/N. But tell me again you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” you whispered back,
“I want you, Taiga.”
That was all he needed.
He lined himself up, pushing in slowly. The stretch had you gasping, nails digging into his shoulders, and Kagami panicked instantly. “S-shit, am I hurting you?!”
“Taiga,” your smile soft even as you adjusted. “Just give me a second.”
He froze completely, arms trembling as he tried to stay still. “God… you feel so tight,” he groaned, his jaw tightening as he fought the urge to move. “I don’t know how long I can-" When you finally whispered “Move,” he let out a shaky breath and began to thrust, slow at first, then deeper.
Each time you moaned his name, his confidence grew, his pace rougher, more certain, his voice breaking between kisses. “Fuck, Y/N… you’re driving me crazy. You feel so good—I don’t ever wanna stop.”
he groaned, his forehead pressing to yours, sweat dripping down his temple. “God, you’re so… tight. I can’t-shit-I can’t hold back anymore.”
He kissed you desperately, groaning into your mouth as his hips thrusted harder. Every time your walls clenched around him, he cursed under his breath, his composure slipping further. “I’m-fuck-Y/N, I’m so close,” he gasped, voice raw. “Say my name again… please-"
“Fuck Taiga."
His hips driving deep one last time as he groaned your name, spilling into the condom. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was both of your breathing.
Then Kagami jerked up suddenly, wide-eyed. “Was I too rough?! Did I hurt you?!” His hands scrambled to cup your face, eyes darting over you frantically. “I-I was going too fast, I knew it-" You laughed breathlessly, grabbing his wrist. “Taiga. Relax. I’m fine. You were amazing.”
“…Y-you’re just saying that.”
“I mean it,” you whispered, kissing him softly. “Perfect. You were perfect.”
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Tetsuya Kuroko
“…Are you certain?” he asked, his voice calm even though he was slightly startled at your initiation to have sex for the first time. “This is important to me and I don’t want you to regret it.” You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I’m sure, Tetsuya.”
His expression softened, and he leaned forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, his hands moved carefully, unbuttoning and sliding away each layer of clothing. His fingers trailed over your skin as though he wanted to memorize every inch of you, pausing to linger over the curve of your hip and the line of your collarbone.
He then lowered his head, lips closing around your nipple as his teeth grazed gently, his tongue soothing the sting. Your back arched at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his pale hair. And the way he looked up at you, such innocent eyes doing something like this. It made you wetter by the second.
One of his hands slipped lower, sliding between your thighs, his fingers pressed inside you slowly, curling just enough to make you shiver. He didn’t ask if it felt good, he didn’t need to. The tremor in your breathing, the way your hips instinctively pressed into his hand, told him everything he wanted to know. When his mouth finally parted from your nipples, his blue eyes softened. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
"Definitley not anytime soon Tetsu." You said with a smirk. He nodded once with a small smile, without hesitation, and reached for the condom you offered. Rolling it on carefully, he positioned himself over you.
“This may hurt at first,” he said quietly. “I’ll be careful.” He slid into you slowly, his jaw tightening, his breath catching as the warmth of your walls took him in. He stayed still, his thumb brushing your cheek as his eyes stayed locked on yours. Only when you whispered “It’s okay” did he begin to move.
His thrusts were slow but as your body clung to his, his composure began to break. His breathing grew heavier. The sound of you moaning his name pulled him deeper, his hips thrusting harder. His hand moved to circle your clit in time with his thrusts, his quiet voice brushing your ear. “…You feel incredible.” When your climax hit, he followed soon after, spilling inside the condom then he carefully pulled out. He stayed there for a moment, kissing your skin, then discarded the condom.
He didn’t move far. Instead, he pulled the blanket over you, gathering you close into his chest. His heartbeat was steady against your ear, though his hand still trembled faintly where it held your back.
“…Thank you,” he murmured quietly into your hair. “I’m glad… my first time was with you.”
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Atsushi Murasakibara
You were stretched out on his bed beside him, the two of you tangled under his massive blanket. Murasakibara lay on his back lazily, one arm covering his eyes, the other draped heavily across your waist.
“Atsushi,” you whispered, pressing a kiss against his jaw.
He peeked at you with half lidded eyes. “…Hm?”
“I want you,” you said, your hand brushing across his broad chest.
His arm slid off his face, eyes widening slightly. “…Like… sex?” His voice was quiet and confused.
You nodded, cheeks warming. “Yes.”
For a moment, he just stared, lips tugging into a small pout. “…Y/Nchin… I’m too big. What if I break you?”
You shifted closer, resting your hand over his heart. “You won’t. I trust you.”
Something in his expression changed. The lazy air fell away, his jaw setting as he rolled on top of you, his frame caging you in. "Alright. But you have to tell me the second it hurts, okay?” When his clothes came off, your breath caught. His cock was huge thick, long, intimidating in a way that made your thighs press together. He smirked at the reaction. “See? You’re already scared.”
“I’m not,” you whispered, though your voice wavered. “I can take it, Atsushi.”
“That’s what you say now…” he muttered, but his fingers were already sliding between your thighs. He worked you open slowly, curling two thick fingers inside, his thumb brushing your clit until you were gasping. He kept it up until you grabbed his wrist, breathless. “I’m ready… I can take you.”
With a sigh, he lined himself up, pressing forward carefully. The head alone stretched you wide instantly, it sharply stung as your walls tried to take him. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, and he froze.
“Y/Nchin… Am I hurting you?” He said feeling the need to pull out seeing you in such state.
Tears pricked your eyes as you shook your head. “Don’t… don’t pull out. Just give me a second.”
He groaned, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “…You’re crying. I don’t like this.”
“I can handle it,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Please… just stay.”
So he did. He eased in slowly, inch by inch, until he was barely halfway inside you and still, you felt impossibly stretched, completely filled. Your body clenched around him hard, making him curse under his breath.
“…Shit. You’re so small,” he muttered, his jaw tight, sweat beading on his temple as he fought to stay still. “If I move, I’ll hurt you.”
You whimpered, clutching at his arms. “Atsushi… even like this, I feel so full. Please don’t stop.”
His hips twitched, but he forced himself still, frustration flashing across his face. “…I want to, but I can’t go any deeper tonight. You can’t take all of me yet.”
When you whined softly, he kissed you, his massive body pressing you into the mattress. “…Next time, Y/N-chin. I’ll make sure you can take me. Every inch.”
Even with the slow thrusting, the sheer stretch had you trembling, wrecked on his size alone. And when your body shuddered around him, releasing from the pressure, he let out a low groan, kissing you hard.
When it was over, he slipped out carefully, cleaning you up with surprising gentleness before pulling you against his chest, curling protectively around you under the blankets.
“…I’ll prep you as much as it takes. One day, you’ll take all of me. So don't worry."
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Seijuro Akashi
The room was dim, curtains drawn, the only light was the golden glow from the lamp by his bed. Akashi had you pinned beneath him, his body pressed to yours.
“You are certain of this, love?” he asked, voice calm but just by looking at his eyes you can see he was a bit nervous.
“Yes, Sei,” you whispered, clutching at his shirt. “I want this. I want you.”
A soft smile tugged at his lips. “…Then who am I to deny your request?” His mouth descended, kissing you before trailing down your throat, his lips grazing your sensitive skin as his hands worked with to undress you. Every touch felt as though he had studied your body and knew exactly how to make you shiver. When you were bared completely beneath him, he stilled, his gaze lingering up and down. “Goodness…” he murmured. “You’re such a sight. Do you know how exquisite you are?”
When he finally slid inside you, it was achingly slow, his forehead pressed to yours, his composure cracking just enough to let a groan slip from his throat. His hand gripped your waist tightly, anchoring himself. “So tight… you’re holding me so perfectly.” His lips brushed the shell of your ear, voice low. “Almost as if you were made for me.” The words made you moan, your back arching as he began to move. Each thrust in your pussy was perfectly angled, and you cried out every time he brushed your sweet spot. His eyes never wavered from your face. The way your eyes starred at him so big and so pretty, especially when he was balls deep inside of you, it made his heart warm.
“You feel incredible, my heart,” he whispered, voice breaking into a groan as your walls clenched around him. “Every time you tighten like that… it’s as if your body itself is begging for me.” His rhythm sharpened, harder, his control slipping with each second
You gasped his name, nails digging into his shoulders. “Sound so gorgeous,” he praised, voice husky, “moaning my name like you belong to me.” Your breath hitched as he drove into you deeper, faster. His mouth captured yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries as he groaned against your lips. “Perfect. You’re perfect like this… trembling for me, my beautiful girl.”
By now his composure was unraveled completely as he fucked into you . “You feel so good… so warm. You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. No one else will ever see you like this. No one else will ever fuck you like this.” Your climax tore through you hearing him talk like that, your body clenching tight around him. The way you squeezed him broke the last of his restraint. He groaned your name, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it, burying himself deep as his body trembled with release, his lips dragging across your skin desperately as if to mark you everywhere. When it was over, he stayed inside you, chest pressed to yours. He kissed your temple, then your cheek, then your lips.
“…You are mine,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips. His eyes softened. “And I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
He was kinda surprised. He didn't expect 𝘺𝘰𝘶 out of all people to have something like this.
It was late at night. You had fallen asleep cuddling with him on your bed. He was staying for the night.
He got nosy. He wanted to find your secrets. Anything that could tell him more about you.
Before he decided to stop, his eyes landed on your nightstand.
He looked inside your closet first; nothing too interesting besides a few photos of you when you were a kid. He thought they were cute. He stuffed a few into his coat pocket.
Bingo.
Lots of people hide things in their nighstands. He figured he would find at least a diary of some sort.
He gently opens it, careful not to make any sudden sounds. He notices a small bag.
He picks it up. The bag was silky with a string holding the opening together.
He pulls it out and holds it in his hand, his eyes widening.
Not thinking much about it, he undos the string. Opening it and reaching inside to pull out whatever it is that's in there. It's smooth. It must be made out of silicone; he thinks to himself.
Holy shit.
He chuckles to himself in surprise. He doesn't mind that you have one no, but he didn't think you had one, It never crossed his mind.
His thumb presses the button. Making the toy buzz to life. Although it's on the lowest setting, it's still an intense vibration.
He goes through the different modes. Thinking to himself how you look using it.
After he's done. He looks over at you, chuckling again.
"I'm definitely going to ask about this later."
𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂
You were laying on your bed scrolling on your phone when you hear the front door open.
He comes into the bedroom, tired from work. You get up and hug him. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist.
"You're home early"
He chuckles "yeah, boss let me go home earlier than usual."
He kisses your forehead and walks to the dresser to get a change of clothes while you lay back down on the bed.
His head turns to look at you but he notices something on your nightstand.
"What is that?"
You look up from your phone in confusion, you follow his gaze and you freeze.
Shit. You forgot to put that away.
"Its- it's nothing!" You say nervously. But the blush on your face says otherwise.
He cocks his eyebrow and walks up to the nightstand.
He picks it up.
You yelp and scramble off the bed, reaching for it, but he holds it away from you.
"Doll, is this a..?"
"Give me that!" You continue to reach for it, your face flushed in embarrassment.
His face is red too. This was something he did not expect to see first thing when he came home.
"Yknow.. You didn't have to hide it from me. It's- it's okay." He mumbles out.
He hands it back to you. And you snatch it and shove it back into your nightstand.
The two of you stand in silence. But despite Chuuyas flushed face, he smirks.
"You should let me use that on you someday. It'd be interesting yeah?" He chuckles.
𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐
He already knows you have one, but he wants to see it for himself.
So when you show him your bedroom, he walks right in, Looking around. he See's your nightstand. He smirks.
He walks up to it.
"Ranpo what are you-"
"It's in here right?"
You freeze. "W-what?"
"Your toy."
You go silent. His smirk widens. Your face says it all. He reaches for the handle and opens it. Pulling the toy out.
"H-hey! Put that back!" You scramble over to him.
He turns it on. The sound of it's buzzing fills the room.
"How curious. I wonder how many times I can make you come from-"
"Ranpo!" Your face flushes. You take it from his hand and shove it back into the nightstand.
𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂
He shouldn't have looked through your stuff in the first place. He knew better. But his curiosity got to him.
It was normal at first, finding random things of yours, your collections, and pictures. Pretty much everything that you'd expect would be in someone's room.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. I should stop."
He stands in the middle of your room, arms crossed. His eyes fall onto your nightstand.
A bit more snooping wouldn't hurt.
He opens the drawer and sees a small bag. His eyebrow cocks as he takes it out, opening it.
He reaches inside and feels the texture.
"What is this..?"
He pulls it out, looks at it, and drops it onto the floor.
"What the-! Why does she have this?!" He yells. His face turning pink.
He quickly grabs it and stuffs it back into the bag before shoving it into the nightstand and shutting the drawer.
He stands back and adjusts his glasses.
".. I'm gonna pretend I never saw that."
𝑨𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊
"Hey Atsushi?"
The two of you are laying on your bed together.
"Yeah? What is it?"
You put your phone face down on the bed.
"Can you hand me my charger? My phones almost dead. It's in the nightstand."
He smiles "yeah sure."
He leans over your bed and opens the top drawer. Looking for your charger.
Noticing something pink, he cocks his eyebrow. After moving some things around, He sees it.
He doesn't notice what it is at first so he picks it up.
"What is this?" He thinks to himself. He then presses the button on it.
You freeze.
You know that sound. How could you not.
"Um.. Atsushi? What are you holding?"
He looks back at you and holds it up.
"This. What is it?"
Oh no.
How are you going to explain to him?
"Atsushi.. Put that back."
He notices the change of tone in your voice and puts it back into the drawer.
"The charger is in the second one."
He nods and opens it, grabbing it and handing it to you.
You take it, not looking at him to hide your pink face. But he notices.
"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"
You giggle "no no of course not. It's just.. That thing- it- it's a-"
He catches it. His face instantly heats up as his arms flail.
"Oh my God Im so sorry! I didn't know- shit I'm so sorry-"
You giggle "it's okay! I should've told you what drawer it was in. It's not your fault."
..
"So uhm.. how does it work?"
𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓
Fyodor is a very intelligent person, but with you, theres definitely some things he doesn't know about you. He knows you have secrets. Everyone has secrets.
But he wants to know all of them.
He spent the next couple of hours looking through your place. He had snuck in while you were gone at work. Although he didn't really find anything besides your collections and pictures.
Thats until he walks into your room.
There it is. Sitting proudly on top of your nightstand.
It surprises him a little, but nonetheless, he walks up to it.
The button flashes as it sits on the charger. It's been recently used. Perhaps before you left.
He takes it off the charger and inspects it, it's warm. Which confirms his suspicion.
"How very amusing." He says to himself, going through the different modes.
His thumb presses the button, making it buzz to life. He chuckles as the vibrations go through his hand.
Although.. He doesn't hear when you come into the room.
"Fyodor..?"
𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊
"Nikolai!"
He runs into your room with a wide smile on his face. He's always been curious about your room.
He immediately starts going through your stuff. Your body tense. You don't want him to find your..
He quickly opens your drawer and pulls it out. Your heart drops.
"Oh? Whats this?"
You run up to him to try and grab it, but he giggles and backs away from you, keeping you from getting taking it from him.
"Put that back!" You yell, face pink.
He turns it on.
"HA! it works! I'm definitely going to have some fun with this." He smirks at you. Making your face flush more.
𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂
You were in the kitchen, making some food for yourself and Sigma. He was sitting at the table, talking with you.
"Hey can you do me a favor?" You turn to him.
He perks up, smiling softly.
"Yeah sure. What is it?"
"Can you go into my room and grab my phone? It should be on my nightstand."
He nods and stands up. Walking out of the kitchen and down the hallway to your bedroom.
He pushes the door open softly, quickly finding your nightstand. He walks up to it. But he notices something next to your phone.
He stares at it for a few moments, trying to figure out what that thing is, before it clicks.
His face flushes and he quickly leaves the room with your phone. Heading back to the kitchen to give it to you, pretending as if he never even saw it.
𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂
"Well? What do you think?"
He walks in and looks around your bedroom, standing beside your bed.
"It's nice." He says simply.
You sit on the bed and talk to him about your room, the stories about your belongings, and about your collections.
His eyes wander the room, looking at your stuff till it lands on your nightstand.
You follow his gaze, confused at first, till you see it. You forgot to put it away last night. You curse to yourself and scramble to it, quickly shoving it into your nightstand.
The two of you sit in awkward silence for a few moments before he eventually speaks up.
"What was that?"
Your face flushes. "Uhm- it's.. It's a- yknow.. Toy.."
He stares at you blankly.
"I see."
..
"Ill pretend I never saw that." He says with a faint blush on his face. Trying to cover it with a cough.
𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚
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I apologize if the grammar isn't the best and that its short, I wanna be more consistent with posting so this was kinda rushed. But I hope it was enjoyable!
The wind bites at your cheeks as you pull your borrowed jacket tighter. Dazai had insisted you take it after you shivered for the third time on the patrol.
“You look… adorable,” he murmurs, hands tucked in his own pockets, eyes hidden under his hat.
“Adorable?” you snort, adjusting the oversized sleeves that swallow your hands.
“Yeah,” he says, stepping closer. “Like someone I need to keep warm.”
You glance at him, heart skipping, and he smirks. “Don’t get used to this,” he says, but his voice softens. “I like seeing you like this.”
Even with the wind whipping around you, and the chill in the streets, the jacket feels warmer than ever—because it’s Dazai’s.
CHUUYA NAKAHARA જ⁀➴
You hadn’t meant to grab Chuuya’s coat, but it’s cold tonight, and the sleeves reach past your fingers. He notices immediately, a frown flickering across his face.
“You’re wearing my coat?” His tone is accusatory, but there’s a softness in his eyes.
“Cold,” you shrug, zipping it up.
Chuuya exhales, walking closer. “Tch. Can’t argue with that.” He drapes his scarf over his neck, eyes lingering on you.
“You look… good in it,” he admits quietly. “Even if it’s huge on you.”
You blush under his gaze. The oversized sleeves brush your hands as you move, and Chuuya can’t help but hold your shoulder lightly. “Don’t catch a cold, alright?” he murmurs, and you know he means more than just the chill.
RANPO EDOGAWA જ⁀➴
The jacket is far too big for you, sleeves sliding over your hands as you tug it tighter against the cold Yokohama air. Ranpo watches, head tilted, his trademark smug grin in place.
“You know,” he says, adjusting his hat, “you look very… competent. Even in that oversized coat.”
“Competent?” you echo, glancing down at yourself.
“Yeah,” he says, leaning casually against the wall. “You’re ready for a night patrol… and you look adorable doing it.”
You feel heat rise to your cheeks as he smirks knowingly. “Ranpo…”
“I said competent,” he teases, stepping closer. “But if you insist on blushing like that, I might have to… keep you warm myself.”
The wind swirls around you, but somehow, wrapped in his jacket—and his gaze—you feel perfectly safe.
RYUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA જ⁀➴
The sleeves swallow your hands, the collar brushing your cheeks, and for a moment, you almost forget the cold.
Akutagawa stands silently beside you, hands in his coat pockets, eyes scanning the streets. Then he notices the jacket.
“You’re wearing it,” he states flatly, though there’s a faint edge of something… softer, hidden in his voice.
“Yes,” you murmur. “It’s cold.”
He steps closer, hands brushing yours as he adjusts the collar so it fits snugly. “…Don’t get sick,” he says, voice low, almost shy.
Your heart skips. “I won’t,” you whisper.
For once, the usual tension in his shoulders eases. Standing together, the jacket between you, the cold seems irrelevant. He might never admit it outright—but this gesture, his concern… it’s all the warmth you need tonight.
DOPPO KUNIKIDA જ⁀➴
You try to walk fast to keep warm, but the oversized coat Kunikida lent you drags slightly behind your stride.
“Slow down,” he chides, adjusting the zipper. “You’ll catch a cold. And then we’d have paperwork.”
“I’m fine,” you reply, tugging at the sleeves.
“Don’t argue,” he says, stepping closer. He tilts your chin up with a careful hand. “You’re not fine if you’re shivering.”
You catch his eye, feeling the firmness behind his words. “Thank you,” you murmur.
Kunikida nods, stepping back slightly. “Just… stay warm. That’s an order, and I don’t tolerate excuses.”
Wrapped in his coat, you can’t help but feel how much he truly cares—organized, strict, but utterly yours tonight.
ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA જ⁀➴
The night air is sharper than usual, and the borrowed coat swallows you completely. Atsushi notices immediately, frowning softly.
“You look… small in that,” he says, but his voice is gentle.
“It’s big,” you admit, zipping it up fully.
“I thought it might keep you warm,” he says, stepping closer. “Yokohama nights are cold. I don’t want you getting sick.”
You glance at him, heart fluttering. “Thanks…”
He smiles softly, fingers brushing your arm as he adjusts the jacket so it fits better around your shoulders. “I just… want you to be safe,” he murmurs, and you realize the jacket isn’t the only thing keeping you warm tonight.
FUKUZAWA YUKICHI જ⁀➴
The borrowed coat feels surprisingly heavy, but the warmth is welcome against the chill of the evening. Fukuzawa watches you adjust it, expression calm but eyes attentive.
“You’re wearing my coat,” he observes, voice quiet.
“Yes,” you murmur, trying to zip it fully.
He steps closer, hands briefly brushing the fabric to smooth it over your shoulders. “It suits you,” he says. “Better than I expected.”
You blink. “Really?”
“Really,” he replies, tone steady. “Keep it on. Don’t catch a cold on my watch.”
Standing beside him, chest to chest just slightly, the wind seems insignificant. The coat is warm, yes—but the quiet attention, the unspoken concern in his voice, is warmer still.
FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY જ⁀➴
The coat hangs loosely around you, sleeves too long and fabric soft against your fingers. Fyodor tilts his head, a faint smile curving his lips.
“You borrowed it,” he states simply.
“Yes,” you answer. “It’s cold.”
“Indeed,” he murmurs, stepping closer. His hands hover for a moment before lightly adjusting the collar so it sits more comfortably around your neck. “…You mustn’t catch a cold. That would be… inconvenient.”
You laugh softly. “Inconvenient for you?”
He regards you thoughtfully. “…For both of us,” he admits. The coat isn’t the only thing shielding you tonight—the care behind it is subtle, precise, and entirely Fyodor.
NIKOLAI GOGOL જ⁀➴
The sleeves are almost comically long, but Nikolai doesn’t seem to mind. He grins, hands on his hips.
“You look like a little hero in my coat,” he teases, tilting his head.
“I feel like a walking marshmallow,” you reply, pulling the oversized sleeves down.
“Nonsense! Marshmallows are soft and sweet,” he says, leaning closer. “Just like my favorite person.”
Your heart skips. He adjusts the coat around your shoulders dramatically, as if preparing for a theatrical photo. “There. Perfect! Now you are protected… by me!”
And standing in the middle of the cold Yokohama street, you realize you’re warmed far more by him than by the coat.
SIGMA જ⁀➴
The borrowed coat is stiff in the shoulders but comfortable against the cold. Sigma’s eyes soften as he notices how it drapes over you.
“You shouldn’t be shivering,” he says quietly.
“I’m fine,” you murmur.
He steps closer, sliding a hand to adjust the collar over your shoulders. “You’re not fine if you’re cold,” he insists, voice gentle but firm. “…And I prefer you warm.”
You glance up at him, heart fluttering. The coat may cover you, but his attention, his care, feels like armor. Against the night, the wind, and everything else, you feel safe—because he is here.
SAIGIKU JOUNO જ⁀➴
The jacket swallows your hands, but you smile anyway. Jouno frowns, obviously worried.
“You shouldn’t be out here shivering,” he says, stepping closer.
“I’m okay,” you reply, tugging at the sleeves.
He adjusts the coat around your shoulders, fingers lingering slightly. “No. You’re not okay if you’re cold. My coat… and I are staying with you.”
The warmth from his hands is enough to make the chill disappear, and you realize that even the oversized coat couldn’t keep you warmer than his presence does.
TETCHO SUEHIRO જ⁀➴
The borrowed coat hangs heavily over your frame, but Tetchou doesn’t comment—just watches. Until he notices you shivering slightly.
“You’re wearing my coat,” he says quietly.
“Yes,” you murmur, zipping it up.
He steps closer, adjusting the collar with a practiced, gentle touch. “…Don’t get sick. You know I can’t let you do that.”
You look up at him. “I’ll be fine.”
“…Good.” His hand lingers on your shoulder, grounding you. “Just… stay warm. That’s all I ask.”
Even in the cold Yokohama night, standing beside him in his coat, you feel protected, cherished, and… exactly where you belong.
Hii! Never requested anything before haha. Would it be possible to request characters x fem reader who's foreign? Like, she can speak Japanese but sometimes she'll mix up words or just forget stuff, you know.
I don't really mind what characters, maybe Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida, Atsushi? If not it's fine!!
a/n: cuteeee😭 tysm for requesting! so honored to be your first request🙏
Since idk balls about Japanese I looked up words that are homophones
૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ content [fluff]: fem reader, reader is foreign, reader has a bit of trouble with speaking Japanese (same), Kunikida yapping about ideals.
Ft. Atsushi, Chuuya, Dazai and Kunikida
[🐾] Atsushi is very gentle towards you, as usual. Being a bit shy, he was a little hesitant to correct you when you mixed up words.
[🐾] You mixed up the kanjis for “はし” (Hashi) on the store list.
You wrote “橋” (Bridge) instead of “箸” (Chopsticks).
If Atsushi didn’t know about your previous history he’d start asking everyone in the Agency why you need a whole bridge.
[🐾] He did buy the chopsticks. After he came back he placed the grocery bags on the counter, getting ready to start organizing everything.
[🐾] “Do you need help?” You come up behind him.
[🐾] “Sure, thank you. Sorry for bothering you.” He thanks you a little awkwardly. It’s pretty weird, as Atsushi was already quite comfortable around you.
[🐾] When both of you are done putting the groceries away, Atsushi turns to you. “I have something to tell you…”
[🐾] You turned to him, a confession? You always felt some chemistry with Atsushi.
[🐾] “Don’t get me wrong, I know you’re a very hardworking woman, but…”
[🐾] You intently stared at Atsushi
[🐾] “I don’t mean to insult you, but you mixed up the kanjis for chopsticks and bridge!!” He blurts out, probably expecting to get an earful from correcting you.
[🐾] “Ah, really? I’m sorry, I still mix up words sometimes. Could you show me what’s the correct one, please?”
[🐾] “Sure!!” He happily answered before writing down the correct kanji on the paper.
[🐾] You thanked him. Turning towards him, you said “could you take a look at this phrase?”
Atsushi seemed very happy to help “Yes, which one?”
You wrote down “アツシはとても可愛い猫です。” (Atsushi is a very cute cat).
As he read that, his ears went pink “I think you meant tiger… let me help you.”
Atsushi rewrote the phrase, erasing the cute part.
“敦は虎だ。” (Atsushi is a tiger).
“Huh? No, I meant that you’re a cute cat, actually.” You innocently say.
Atsushi’s face turns red “I’M A TIGER!!!” He protests.
You chuckle, it’s always the same reaction, minus the red face, when someone calls him a cat.
“Let me try again.” You grab the pen, writing down “敦は世界で一番可愛い虎です。” (Atsushi is the cutest tiger in the world).
Atsushi, feeling uncharacteristically bold, grabbed the pen from you “Let me correct it.”
“私とデートしませんか？” (Would you like to go on a date with me?)
After that he glanced at you, his whole face red. You didn’t reply for a few seconds, making him overthink his actions
“I’m sorry that was a very bad joke!!” He covers the paper with one hand.
“No, I’ll go on a date with you. We should get ochazuke.”
Atsushi seemed very excited to go out. Both for you and for the food.
[🍷] Chuuya seems quite hot-headed but he’s surprisingly patient with you. Is it because of his crush on you? Not really, he’s always been on the patient side when it comes to your troubles around speaking Japanese.
[🍷] It was a day off for both of you, naturally Chuuya invited you to eat at a fancy restaurant with the premise of having something very important to tell you.
[🍷] Chuuya ordered wine for you two, but the waiter accidentally brought only one glass.
You looked up at Chuuya “Oh, they forgot to bring another…” The word seemed to have slipped away from your mind.
“Another what?” Chuuya asks, not noticing that you didn’t have a glass.
You tried to say what a glass was used for, but seemingly all of your Japanese vocabulary was gone.
You used your hands, drawing the shape of a wine glass in the air.
“Huh?” He cocks an eyebrow.
You notice that your gesticulation was pretty silly when you could’ve just pointed at the man’s glass.
“This.” You said, pointing towards the object you wanted so much.
“Oh, I see, the waiter forgot to bring you one.” He states before calling a waiter over and politely asking for another glass for you.
“Next time you can say ワイングラス (wine glass).” He looked over at you.
After that moment, he served you both some wine.
Soon enough the mood shifted towards a romantic setting
“I’ve been meaning to tell you this… I find you to be a very elegant woman, would you like to-“
Chuuyas phone starts ringing, he apologizes to you before going to check it. “Incoming call from mackerel!?” He mutters, very irritated now.
As you turn your head, you can see a grinning Dazai through the window.
[🩹] “ 彼は私を「包帯の無駄」と呼んだ。(He called me a waste of bandages)” Dazai sighs to you
[🩹] “Waste of… what? What does 包帯 (bandage) mean?”
[🩹] Dazai wasn’t surprised. He knew you had a bit of trouble with Japanese still. And he always took the opportunity to mess around with you “You don’t know what that means?” He asks, stepping closer.
[🩹] “Not really, I’m sorry. I still have a bit of trouble with vocabulary.”
[🩹] “Do you know what ‘蓮の花’ (lotus flower) means?”
You nodded “Lotus flower, I heard you call a woman that the other day.”
Dazai seemed caught off guard, his attempt at flirting with you died out pretty quick.
“I see…” He seems a bit bummed. “You’re very attentive, ベラドンナ (belladonna)…” he completes his statement.
“Belladonna has a very similar pronunciation to the actual word, maybe you should try again some other time, or just be more direct.”
Little did you know this was all part of Dazai’s plans.
“Well, would you like to go on a date together?” He smiled.
[✒️] Kunikida values his ideals, of course he always corrects your mistakes. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mean to insult you. He just wants to help you.
[✒️] You two grew very close as a result, Kunikida always helping you out, you liked being around him… and you also liked him.
[✒️] You were telling him about what you ate for lunch: Italian-style fried octopus.
“Octopus” is also a homophone with “kite”, both sharing the same pronunciation. You accidentally swapped the kanjis of the homophones. Instead of writing “蛸” (octopus) you wrote “凧” (kite).
So your text ended up translating to “Lunch was great, I had some Italian-style fried kite.”
In less than 40 minutes, Kunikida was slamming your doorbell “ARE YOU OKAY!?” He asks in his usual rigid panic.
“Yes, I’m fine, why?”
“Why did you eat that!?”
“Fried octopus…?”
Kunikida realized he took your mistake literally. He adjusted his glasses and straightened his hair “Well, I what has gone wrong.” He clears his throat
“Wrong?” You ask confusedly
“You mixed up the kanjis, it is a fairly common mistake for homophones.” He starts “If you want to have the ideal level of fluency in Japanese, you should start taking some lessons-“
“You were a teacher right? Can you help me with it?” You ask, pretty much just trying to get free Japanese lessons for free.
“A math teacher, but I can still help you with Japanese.”
“Sure thing. Wanna come inside tho? You look pretty disheveled for the usual Kunikida.” You step closer, gently adjusting his tie.
“…” He didn’t reply for a bit, his face going red as his hand went to adjust his glasses once more, as he usually does when he’s nervous.
In the end, did the ideal Kunikida enter your home?
╰› characters ♯ Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, Atsushi Nakajima, Edgar Allan Poe
╰› warnings ♯ fem reader, might be ooc, cursing, established relationships, use of petnames, threats of violence toward a cat (joking), dazai's normal semantics abt suicide but toned down, enabled jealousy, crack fic, no cats were harmed in the making, mild profanity once again ⋆˚࿔
you send them a text saying you have fallen inlove with a mysterious gentleman on the sidewalk, it was just a cat all along!
Can you guys tell I had lots of fun with this lmao??? This smau is longer than usual so I separated them (Ranpo and Poe will be on a separate post linked below) Based on this req right here.
Chuuya Nakahara
Osamu Dazai
Atsushi Nakajima
Ranpo Edogawa and Edgar Allan Poe
ahem ahem, so only 30 pictures allowed per post.. so view Ranpo's and Poe's part here!!
