Ever thought about a sub who begs/asks for sex first, saying he really wants it or needs it all night long and all that?
And after getting what he demanded, he’s so smug and happy, enjoying every touch to the fullest. Though after some time, with each passing round, their grin starts to fade— suddenly he’s a fucked out wreck who has climaxed so often that a simple brush of your fingers against his heated skin was painful.
Yet you still haven’t stopped… still wringing out pleasure from his dry body. Now he’s begging for you to stop, to give him a small break!! Saying that he’s too tired to go on even more rounds. Crying and pleading so desperately now, even though he was the one who brought this upon himself…
What to do~ you weren’t anywhere near satisfied, but his whines were just too cute, “p-please… hiicc no ♡ no more r-rounds ah-ngHhn..!!~ c-can’t cum anymore.. ah-hnghHn ♡♥︎♡ m’so-sorry…!! Hurts… ah, please, I need a b-break…♥︎♡”
ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ teehee enhypen song title. read the warnings, if you don't like intox don't read it.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
Dazai is always a handful to deal with when he’s drunk. Sometimes he’ll be a mess, crying and wailing over painful memories of his past, almost inconsolable, begging you not to leave him no matter how many times you insist that you won’t. Other times, he’ll be giggly, tripping over his feet, knocking things over, making a fool of himself to get your attention. But the worst times (for your sanity) are when he’s horny drunk. Like tonight.
Dazai is currently flopped on your bed, rutting his clothed cock against your thigh, shuddering at the feeling, not caring that his pre-cum is smearing all over the inside of his boxers, practically having soaked through them.
You sigh heavily, dropping your head against the pillow. The task you’ve been attempting – getting Dazai changed into pajamas – is not going very well.
“‘Samu, please. Can you lift your arms up for me?”
“Haah, c-can’t,” Dazai pants, burying his head in your neck. “Please…been thinking ‘bout you the whole night…jus’wanted t'get home ‘nd touch you……nnnnngh…” Dazai slips his hand under your shirt, instantly grabbing at your right tit, moaning as he squeezes it in his hand. “Fuck…please, m’so hard…w-wanna have sex…” Dazai is babbling himself into a frenzy as he rubs himself against you.
“No, puppy. Not gonna have sex with you right now,” you state firmly, trying to pull your thigh away from him, to no avail.
“Whattt? W-Why not?” The way Dazai’s big brown eyes shoot up to you, watery and hurt, and his lower lip starts to wobble, truly almost does you in. You have to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe in through your nose, practicing your self-restraint. Reminding yourself that he practically had to be carried to your door by Kunikida and Atsushi, each supporting one arm, given how much he had drank at their little office party.
You had tried to get Kunikida to tell you exactly how much he drank, but the blonde man had just shrugged, annoyed, telling you he didn’t know. Apparently, three mixed drinks and one shot in, Dazai’s focus had shifted from trying to find creative ways to irritate Kunikida to slumping on his chair, babbling about missing you and needing to see you, and Kunikida had stopped paying attention to his coworker from that point on.
“D’you hate me?” Dazai slurs, his eyes already brimming with tears.
“My gosh, no, baby,” you laugh, ruffling his mussed up hair, “love you so so much. But you’re way too drunk.”
“Nnnnh,” Dazai whines, not liking this answer, and pushes his hips against you again, his eyes fluttering half shut at the feeling. You clench your fist and try not to think about how sensitive the alcohol has clearly made him. “Ahh…fffuck…d-didn’even drink that much, t-though…”
“Yea you did, I can tell. S’okay, puppy, I still love you. And we can still cuddle, if you work with me to get changed–”
“B-But I don’ wanna cuddle… m’too hard…it hurts…”
You grit your teeth, trying to look anywhere but into his teary eyes, or at the outline of his cock pressing against your leg, a wet spot already having formed on his pants from his precum soaking through.
“Okay, well…I can leave the room for a bit if you need to touch yourself?”
“No!!” Dazai quickly shakes his head back and forth, grabbing your sleeve in a panicked motion. “Please, I…p-please, no…don’leave…can’t be alone right now…we can cuddle,” Dazai clings onto you desperately, rubbing his head against your cheek in an adorable motion. “Wanna cuddle, please, don’t needa touch myself…wan'chu t’stay…”
You laugh at Dazai’s intense reaction, kissing him gently on the tip of his nose, and then on his lips. Dazai sighs into the kiss, and you pull away softly after a minute, stroking his cheek. He’s so flushed, and his deep, brown eyes are so glassy and unfocused. God, how much did he drink?
“Okay, angel, calm down. I’ll stay.”
You kiss him on the cheek and pull him into your side, decidedly giving up on the idea of changing him into pajamas. Dazai snuggles against you, wrapping one leg around you.
You get maybe a minute of peace, trying to ignore Dazai’s cock twitching against your leg, before he starts to softly hump it against you again. He tries to keep it subtle, but he can’t control the whine that bubbles up in his throat at the friction. You sigh heavily, and he tries to fight the haze in his brain to think of a convincing point.
“B-but, y’know…I was jus’ drinking because it was our office party…Kunikida a-nd-hic-Atsushi are drunk too…and R-Ranpo…we all wen’ out for drinks t’gether…”
You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend, struggling to follow his logic. “Okay? Does it look like I’m planning to have sex with Kunikida or Atsushi?”
Dazai looks outraged at the idea, as if it wasn’t his drunken logic that led to the question.
“Nooo…p-please donn’t…o-only s’posed to have sex with me….”
“Of course I won’t, ‘Samu," you laugh, "I’m all yours.” You frown at Dazai after a minute, though, seeing the genuine confusion and hurt in his eyes behind his somewhat playful pout, and you plant a gentle kiss on his lips. “Hey, look at me. I love having sex with you, you know that. This had nothing to do with not wanting you." You feel better as you watch the anxiety leave his eyes, his tense shoulders relaxing. "Love you so much. You’re just too drunk to know what you want right now.”
“Nnnn…s‘not true…want you.. so bad..” Dazai buries his face in your neck, gently sucking on your skin there. He tightens the leg wrapped around you, scooching up a bit, picking a new spot on your hip to hump his cock against. He moans into your neck, right under your ear, panting softly at the feeling. Each pant is punctuated by a quiet, breathy whimper. His breathing against your skin gives you goosebumps, testing your self-restraint, and you bite your lip harder.
“I know, ‘Samu. And if you still want me in the morning, we can have sex then, okay? As much as you want.”
“.. ‘course I’ll still wanchu in the morning,” Dazai whines softly into your ear, “always want you.”
“Good. Then you can wait until then, yeah?”
Dazai pouts again, a few tears spilling over his lash line, and you force yourself to look away so you don’t cave when he cries.
“Dazai,” you say more sternly, patience running thin, hoping calling him by his last name will snap him out of it.
He looks a bit taken aback, but persists anyway. “B-but mom-my I-…*sniffle* I..”
“You what?”
“it rreally hurts…i need you mommy…” he mumbles, before breaking, letting out a soft cry into your neck. “plllease, i t-trust you…c-cant sleep like this. dunno what to do…”
Something in you snaps. You groan, throwing your head back, before you turn to him, roughly grabbing a fistful of his fluffy, brown hair in your hand, tugging his head back so he’s forced to look up at you.
Dazai’s eyes blow wide at this, and he moans loudly, his tummy flipping, more blood rushing south.
“Fuck, baby. You’re really not making this easy for me, are you?”
Dazai nods his head, starting to drool at the feeling of being manhandled by you, cock twitching hard in his pants.
“Haa-aahh…pllleasse–oh fuck, please touch me… wan’your hand…*hic*ple-ease, I’ll do anything…”
“Yeah? You don’t want my mouth, puppy?”
Dazai whimpers at the idea of your warm mouth wrapped around his sensitive tip, but still shakes his head.
“Nnnnh…nuh-uh…w-...wan’chu ta talk to me…” he slurs, grabbing your free hand that’s not laced through his hair and bringing it down to his aching cock, closing your fingers around it under his.
Dazai hardly has time to process the pleasure that radiates through him at the contact before you yank your hand away from his cock, slapping him clean across the face.
The moan that rips itself from his throat could have come from a pornstar, and he stares at you, open-mouthed, panting, face painted with shock.
“No. Bad puppy,” you grip his hair harder, swinging a leg over him to straddle his lap, slipping a finger under the bandage around his neck and using it to draw his face in close to yours, so your lips are brushing against each other. Dazai doesn't think he's ever been more turned on, his breath coming out in sharp little pants. “If you want me to touch you so bad, you’re gonna sit still and be good. You don’t get to just grab my hand and put it where you want. Are we clear?”
“Yes ma’am,” Dazai gasps out with no hesitation, nodding as best as he can through your tight grip on his hair. “M’sorry, fuck…jus' got excited, y'make me so excited–” he tries to press his lips against yours, and you pull him back ever so slightly by his hair, tutting at him.
“What did I just say? Are you listening, or just thinking with your dick?”
“haah…ow…m'sorry...pleaase…c-can I kiss you? Please?”
“Good boy,” you coo, rewarding him by loosening your grip on his hair, allowing his lips to melt into yours. Dazai can hardly think, so intoxicated by the feeling of it (and the alcohol).
“Thank you,” he pants between kisses, “thankyou, b-been waitin’ t’see you all night-ngh~”
Dazai practically cries with relief when you finally pull him out of his pants, helping him kick them off, resisting the urge to tease him for the massive wet spot on his boxers. Not that he'd be able to feel humiliated at this point, anyway; he's way too far gone.
“Pleeease,” he slurs, hips bucking into the air, “please touchme, please—ahh~”
Dazai keens as you wrap your hand around his aching cock, his head slamming back against the headboard, jaw going slack. “Oh fuck, ohmygod…”
You stare at his hard cock, eyes blown, marveling at the sheer amount of precum that’s coating it – so much that if you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought he’d already came in his pants. Not to mention how flushed and sensitive he is.
“God damn, what did you ask for in your drinks at that party? Viagra?”
Dazai shakes his head, your joke flying right over it. “Jus’ miss you–m-missed you so much. Ngh- p-please, cn’you ride me?”
Forgetting his earlier promise, Dazai’s hands fall to your hips, weakly trying to pull you up on his lap so you’re pressed against his cock.
“No, puppy, not until you’re sober. Jus’ be happy I’m touching you, okay?”
You shift up on his lap anyway, tightening your grip on his cock, and Dazai seems to accept your answer, his eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure. “Ha–aah…okay, mommy…shit, I…can I hug you?”
“Of course, baby, c’mere.” you open your free arm and Dazai throws his arms around your shoulders, slumping into you, breathing in your scent and feeling himself relax. You giggle softly to yourself, knowing that he wouldn’t have been able to handle a minute of you riding him in this state, despite what he wants.
After a minute or two of stroking him at a steady pace, you notice that your boyfriend has been uncharacteristically quiet, aside from the shaky moans he’s been letting out, and you pull back ever so slightly to look at his face.
“Osamu? You alright, angel?”
Dazai looks at you with hearts in his eyes through the haze of his intoxication, so relaxed and out of it, eyes slightly teary, and lips slightly wet from drooling on your shoulder. You slow down your strokes, lifting your free hand to gingerly wipe at his mouth, before gently kissing away the couple of tears that have fallen down his cheek.
“Hey. You still with me, love?”
Dazai nods, whining at the way your pace has slowed, and rocks himself up into your hand a bit. “M-hmm. M’here. ‘Jus sleepy. P-please–” Dazai hiccups, pressing his forehead against yours. “please don’stopp, it fffeels good~”
“Okay baby, not gonna stop. Jus’ relax. I’m right here.”
Thinking it’s probably time to wrap this up with how sleepy and out of it he looks, you speed up your pace, concentrating your strokes around his tip. Dazai jerks under you, moaning against your mouth, his eyelids half-closed.
“Mommyyy,” he slurs, gripping your shoulders a bit harder, “ffeels good…c-can I cum f’you?”
“Of course, love, go ahead. You’ve been so good. Cum for me, pretty, let me see you fall apart for me.”
“Nnngh-” Dazai nods, whimpering louder. “Thankyou~ hah...I–...m’gonna…nnnngh…g-gonna cum for you mommy, gonna–ah-”
Dazai’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw falling slack as he relaxes his tummy and just lets his orgasm wash over him. His pretty cock spurts his thick seed all over the two of you while you press kisses onto face and whisper gentle praises to him, quite pleased with how quickly he came, and how little fuss he put up about you not riding him.
He really is so beautiful- there's something so blissful about watching his delicately handsome features contract in pleasure, all because of you. You love how sweet and pliant he is for you, how sensitive, how trusting he is of you; you couldn't ask for anything more.
Dazai cums for over half a minute, not stopping until his release is dripping down the side of your hand, pooling on the bed beneath you. He came so hard that some of it had almost hit his face, his neck and upper chest decorated in ropes of white. The poor thing must have been so painfully worked up; no wonder he couldn’t just go to sleep.
Dazai slumps into you when he's finished, gasping for air, his over-sensitive cock twitching in your hand.
“thankyouu-hah- thankyousomuch. I love you. M’ssorry f’being pushy,” Dazai plants soft kisses against the dip where your shoulder meets your neck, shuddering from that way your hand still hasn’t slowed to a complete stop.
“S’okay, baby, I know. You’re okay. I love you, too. Even though you’re a handful,” You playfully ruffle Dazai’s now-sweaty hair, kissing the top of his head.
Dazai’s soft giggle is cut off with a broken whine as his body jerks from over-sensitivity. “Y-You’re…still movin’ your hand,” he murmurs.
“i know. Is it too much?” You whisper back.
Dazai whimpers, nuzzling against your neck. “S’never too much…f-feels good…but i...m'gonna get hard again...thought you–nnh–wanted t'go to bed?”
You smile into the darkness of the room, thinking about the risk of being woken up in an hour or two by Dazai grinding against your butt, begging for round two, not having gotten all of it out of his system.
“What do you think, puppy? Can you give me one more? Make sure you sleep through the night?”
Dazai nods eagerly, far too dazed to argue, the familiar tight heat already pooling in his tummy again.
There’s a certain kind of guy that everyone assumes is dominant-self-assured, always in control. But deep down, he craves to be ruined, held, and stripped of that control. He won’t let you, though. I’m telling you now, it will take years-maybe even decades-for him to trust you enough to show that side of himself. Sometimes, he’s not even aware of it himself.
But if he ever lets himself go near you, if he ever allows you to take a more dominant role, to care for him even for a fleeting moment-partly lowering his guard just long enough to feel it- he'll never enjoy anything as much as he will this. It will surprise him. He’s spent his life keeping himself from this, never realizing just how much he’d love it. But letting go, releasing everything bad and ugly and terrifying, being touched, being forced to do things he swore he’d never admit to wanting, being made to feel so blissfully helpless…
It will drive him mad. And he’ll hate himself for it afterward.
But men like him?
They're the most fun to dom and break.
Someone who presents himself as dominant, in control, but secretly yearns for the opposite-yet fights it with everything he has. That internal war, the push and pull between his need for surrender and his self-loathing, is what makes him so compelling. He likely has an aversion to intimacy, a self-destructive streak, and a tendency to wield charm and manipulation as a shield-not just against others, but against himself.
He doesn’t see sex as something more. Sometimes it’s for pleasure; sometimes, it’s a transaction, a means to an end. It will take time just to get him to the point where he can see intimacy as something beyond that. Because for him, it’s not just about the physical. It’s years of habits, experiences, and trauma, woven into the persona he presents even to himself. His shoulders might slump when he believes he’s alone, but his true self? That’s something he doesn't know how to bring out.
Cow Dazai? Breeding/Dumbification? Full creative freedom to you otherwise.
a/n: omg a bsd request 🙀 first ever let's lock in
how we do it in the countryside
what happens when cow hybrid!dazai asks countryside!reader how country cows get bred in comparison to city cows?
warnings: sub!dazai, dom!reader, gn!reader, dazai has a pussy, reader has a cock, piv sex, breeding, dumbification, spanking, creampie, slight pregnancy kink, pussy plug mentioned
oh, your poor, poor, sweet cow... he was so fucked out of his mind. dazai had wanted it. he had even begged for it. but now, it seemed like too much.
dazai was on his hands and knees, your hand holding him up by his cute little tail with the black tuft of fur on the end. curiosity killed the cat, and apparently the cow too as you thrust your hips into him at a bruising pace, not giving him a lick of mercy. after all, he was the one who wanted to know how country cows were bred. it wasn't your fault that city cows were treated so much more delicately than their farm-owned counterparts. if anything, it should make him grateful by the end of your little breeding session.
the detective whined pathetically, his arms shaking and threatening to collapse entirely as his entire body rocked forward with each punishing snap of your hips. "y-you know... you could ah~ go slower than that!"
your sweet cow's complaint fell on deaf ears as you tugged his tail just hard enough to make him writhe and push back against you to make it stop. "nope. if we're going to get you bred, we can't do it half-assed. i thought you were smart enough to know that's not how it works, baby."
your condescending pat on his head combined with your fond chuckle like he was some dumb little pet made dazai's head spin, his brain filling with fog as if you were actually making him dumber.
"that's not... that's not what i meant..." he mumbled, a frowning pout on his face as he pushed his hips back against you weakly. suddenly, he felt the urge to help you fuck him harder to prove he wasn't stupid.
"awwww... it's okay, baby. you don’t worry your pretty little head about it and just let your owner fill your womb with cum, okay?" you cooed with a mocking edge, petting his hair and scratching his soft ears while your other hand released his tail to instead grip his hip. you had to give him a little something softer to cling onto with what little brain cells were left working in him while your hips slammed into his.
dazai's ass jiggled with each thrust of your hips. every time your cock filled his pussy to the brim, he gasped, his walls clenching around you desperately even as you were already slipping back out of him to repeat the process. he felt like his fucking brain was melting. every minute he spent like this was another minute spent making him feel like nothing more than a stock breeding cow. it wasn't your fault of course, you just wanted to fully immerse him in the experience!
that reasoning was why your hand came down hard to spank his ass as you pulled out so only your tip was penetrating his tight entrance.
he yelped cutely, making you want to spank him again but you knew that would just be mean. "what the hell was that for?!" dazai cried, looking back at you over his shoulder with watery eyes.
"in the countryside, cow hybrids aren't allowed to hit their owners with their tails." you told him easily, like you weren't on cloud nine from treating your prissy little city cow like nothing but livestock. he didn’t even realize his tail had been swishing around so hard after you let go of it.
dazai opened his mouth to retaliate, only to glance back at it and see it swishing back and forth. suddenly, his tail was tucking between his legs shyly and he turned his head back to facing forward. he didn’t feel like he had anything to say anymore. with a gentle rub to his ass, you whispered a soft, "good boy," unable to resist rewarding your sweet cow at least a little bit for taking such rough treatment so well.
moments later, dazai's arms collapsed for real on the bed and his face was buried in the pillow as his body shook with the force of each quick thrust you were giving him. he was lucky you weren't so mean as to tell him that countryside cows had to stay upright while being bred. his pussy was so wet, leaking onto the bed beneath him. hell, he was leaking more than his tits did on a heavy day--all from the feeling of your dick stretching his walls open and the tip hitting his womb.
his eyes rolled back and he mooed. he actually mooed. and that was probably the most humiliating thing about it all. his mid was falling apart so beautifully that he was reverting to his instincts of being bred and being milked. that didn’t stop his face from flushing though.
"was that a moo, my sweet cow?" you asked, your jaw falling open in shock and your cock pulsing with barely contained release. your hips slowed down, needing to prolong this moment just a little more.
dazai shook his head fervently, wishing that if his body could pick any moment to finally give in and die, it would be right now.
"yes, you did. ohhhh, my dumb little cow... do that again. moo for your owner." you told him, practically begging as you squeezed his ass, slowly moving in and out of him in a way that made his pussy clench around you tightly, urging you to go back to the brutal thrusts from before.
"...moo~..." he conceded, his body too desperate for your cum. his mind was mush now, too focused on sex and being bred to protest any demands you had.
"good cow~." you purred, your voice low and rumbling in his ear as you fucked him deep and hard, even faster than before with the newfound fuel. dazai continued to make the noise, too high on the feeling you were giving him when he did.
he hoped you'd never go back to the countryside. the thought of you doing this to some other dumb cow hybrid on the farm, doing it to all the hybrids on the farm, to impregnate them made his tummy coil with jealousy. he'd make sure you only ever wanted to breed him, even if his mind was the cost.
dazai's hands clenched around the sheets, gripping them tightly as he pushed back weakly against you, pants and soft moos mixing in with loud moans. your dick filled him up so perfectly, all he could think about was how good you fucked him, how full he'd be afterwards full of your cum, and how round his belly and tits would be if you actually got him pregnant from this.
his body gave out when he felt your cock stop against his g spot, your thumb moving to his clit to rub it and make him convulse around you while you filled him up with a stream of hot, sticky cum. you slowly pulled out of him, rubbing his hips approvingly while you stared at the white, milky liquid filling up his hole. your hands held him up by his hips just long enough for you to get a small plug to push into his dripping pussy, your thumb holding your cum inside momentarily before the rubber replaced it.
"there we go... all nice and stuffed. you did so good, my sweet cow." you whispered, petting his hair softly as you watched the way his jaw stay slack, eyes glossy with not a single thought behind him. he mooed softly, pushing back against your hand and wiggling his ass back at you a bit. oh, you absolutely broke your darling city cow. that much was for certain. but, neither of you thought you minded--if dazai could think at all that is.
a/n: idk about you guys, but personally i'm shocked it's already december. this year has felt like 2 months and 5 years all at once
You were a creature, not even welcome to be labeled human anymore.
During the DOA crisis, you’d been bit and turned into a vampire by one of Bram Stoker’s minions. In the aftermath, everyone seemed to return to normal. But you? You had an unfamiliar, burning mix of hunger and thirst. You’d never felt something so sickening.
Your first thought was to visit Yosano, get checked or hell just fixed. You couldn’t take the hunger you’d subjected yourself to for the past few days. No matter what you ate it just wouldn’t go away. Food felt like a chore rather than any form of sustenance.
Your hands shook from the pain, constantly stuck in a cold sweat. You walked into the ADA office despite having called in sick, dragging yourself past the entrance only to stop when you smelt something so compelling. Your head almost snapped over.
That’s when you saw your friend, Dazai, having just gotten back from a mission and clearly dealing with an injury to the nose as blood ran down and smeared around his nose. He was pouting, whining about the pain as Kunikida held the ice pack to his bridge.
You should’ve asked if he was ok, hell, you should’ve just ignored him and gone on to visit Yosano, but you couldn’t look away. You watched the blood slide down past the corner of his mouth agonizingly slow. You almost prayed it would end up on the floor for you to taste after hours without being caught.
What the hell were you thinking?! Licking blood off the floor like a syrup? You were seriously fucked in both mind and body. Your mouth was watering. You could feel your teeth somehow aching like they needed to bite down, craved it. Despite being across the room, you could also smell his blood like it was right in front of you.
You needed to leave. Now. You finally recognized this feeling. This was what you felt under the vampire’s control. Mindless, zombie-like search for blood.
You practically ran right back out, surely not unnoticed by your coworkers but that didn’t matter to you. You were more worried about being cursed. Still under the control of an ability that had since worn off others. Were you dying? Was someone somehow utilizing Bram’s ability?
You kept thinking until you ended up all the way back to your apartment, running in the second you could. You locked the door behind you, throwing the keys god-knows where. It didn’t matter. You shouldn’t know. You were a danger to everyone and needed to stay away. You were infectious.
You could feel yourself shivering again, like your entire body had gone ice cold. Your first instinct was your bath tub. You stumbled over, turning the water all the way to its hottest before just throwing yourself in clothes and all. You didn’t even bother to plug the bath, just letting the shower head soak you.
It felt like both a euphoric thawing and a painful burning, you couldn’t help but hiss through your teeth. You spent what felt like the next few hours fiddling the water handle back and forth between scalding and freezing. Nothing was a comfortable medium.
You sat there hoping to just die and get it over with, up until you suddenly heard a knock on your door. You hesitated answering it, your hunger still critically painful meaning you could attack at any moment, but the knocking wouldn’t stop.
You walked through your apartment sluggishly, leaving a trail of water practically pouring out of each article of clothing. You made sure to leave the chain-lock on so you couldn’t pounce at anyone when you opened the door, and when you did you were met with Dazai’s smug face, the iron scent still on him.
This was the worst person who could’ve come to see you right now. Blood still drying on his bandages from wiping the nose bleed.
“Y/N, hey! I thought you’d rolled over and died. You’ve been gone all week. I saw you earlier but you ran out white as a sheet.” He pressed his hand to the door, attempting to push in only to be stopped by the chain-lock.
“What’s this? This is making you look all creepy peaking through the door. Let your friend in, won’t you?” He pouted as you stepped back, trying you keep yourself from grabbing him as he stepped closer.
“I’ve um.. I’ve got a cold. Pretty bad, so..” You excused weakly, throat dry from the intense thirst you were suffering through. You’d be an idiot to think that answer satisfied Dazai but you prayed it would just make him go away.
“Come on. I know you better than that. You never stay home from work.” He insisted, hand now sliding past the doorway. You were panicking, holding back the urge to bite him as images of tearing a finger off filled your mind.
“You can’t come in!” You shouted, almost shutting the door on his arm but he thankfully pulled back just in time.
You slouched against the door, hardly holding yourself up. You prayed he’d just go away but then you heard him speak from the other side of the door.
“If you’re really doing this bad, you need Yosano.” His tone was much more serious now, not firm but insistent. “Unless.. is this an ability? If you’re seriously affected, I can help.”
Could he help? Was that worth risking? Normally you’d say no, but you were in so much pain you just wanted anything to make it stop.
So, in your desperation, you undid the lock and opened the door for Dazai, letting him in as you immediately stepped away and covered your nose. If you smelt him you’d surely attack.
“Alright. Let’s check you out then. Dr. Dazai is here.” He mused as he stepped closer. He analyzed you, noticing your clearly soaked figure.
“Did you just crawl out the river? Could’ve invited me, y’know.” He joked. He looked you over once again, focusing on your shaking hands, overly dilated pupils, and of course the way you covered your nose.
“What do you feel? You certainly look sick, but you let me in so I assume this is ability based?” You nodded in response to his questions. He hummed in thought before just shrugging and reaching out. “My ability should neutralize whatever ever’s affecting you.”
Despite the way you covered your nose you could still smell him the closer he got, it was getting impossible to deny yourself of the one thing that would feed you. His hand drew closer in what felt like slow motion, slow enough for you to notice the dried blood.
The smell of it alone enhanced the second your eyes locked on it. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of blood but you didn’t even mind it apart from the fact you weren’t drinking it in.
Blinded completely by hunger you lunged forward, suddenly lengthening teeth digging into his bandaged wrist, fighting to break through.
Dazai yelped in both shock and pain. Not his favorite sensation. He attempted to pull back but you just grabbed him and pushed him down until you had him pinned to your wooden floors.
You should’ve been neutralized, freed of Bram’s ability the second Dazai touched you (or rather you touched him) but you were still so hungry. You needed blood. You needed his blood. That would save you.
Holding him down, you searched for somewhere to bite uncovered by his surprisingly thick bandages. Why the hell did he feel the need to be so covered?
“I get it now..” He groaned against your painfully strong grip “This is Bram Stoker’s ability isn’t it? The vampire? How odd. You should be normal after all this time but you’re in a halfway purgatory.”
He struggled against you to keep him off as he tried to think up a plan to help you, release you from the ability’s effects since his own ability wasn’t working for once.
Then, he had a lightbulb moment. If you just needed some blood, maybe that could hold you over. He wasn’t sure if you’d be fixed after but you’d get some semblance of reason back.
So, despite the risks, Dazai stopped fighting you and instead moved to unwrap his forearm. You watched desperately until he gestured his bare skin to you, which you were happy to indulge in.
You bit down on his wrist, causing him to cry out and dig his nails into your shoulder but he let you take what you needed. You drank until the blood stopped gushing naturally, and then some after as you eagerly forced more out.
It wasn’t until way later, when you no longer felt the pain or cold sweat, that you pulled off his wrist. You came to your senses soon after, eyes widening in panic as you realized you’d hurt your friend.
“Shit- Dazai! Are you ok?!” You quickly hurried to wrap his wrist back up until you could get him to Yosano. “I’m so sorry- come on. We need to get you to Yosano in case I infected you.” I began trying to pull him up to drag him to Yosano’s place but felt him resist, getting pulled back over him.
“It’s alright. I don’t think you’re infectious like before.” He spoke logically, attempting to calm you as he explained his conclusion.
“But, your biology was definitely changed by the ability.. It’s odd considering you’re the only one so far, but we can adapt.” You looked at him like he was crazy. How the hell could he be so calm when you drank his blood?
He slid his hand to your nape, gently pulling you down. “I’ll tell Yosano tomorrow. She’s drunk right about now and won’t be much help. We’ll keep this arrangement if my theory’s right. Maybe with a numbing agent next time though. That really hurt.” He pouted
“Don’t worry. We’ll figure this all out. Hell. If you’re good, I’ll let you go for the neck next time.”
Your hands are pressing his to the mattress so possessively...
It's sinful how loud he moans when you stop him from grabbing onto you, pinning his scrambling and twitching hands to the soft sheets of the bed he was being fucked so mercilessly on.
"Pl- Pleasheee!~" he cries out for you and calls your name soon after. His voice is broken, desperate and a clear representation of his debauched self.
The many hours he had spent under your body, receiving the mind breaking pleasure that you had to offer him had already turned his pretty little head to mush.
Oh, but he should've known better, right? Known better than to flirt with that whore at the bar. But he just couldn't get enough of your jealously filled roughness. It was truly divine, pushing his body well past its limits.
"Hic- 'm SORRY!!~♡ Re-really am- HNGH~" his voice is breaking, it's pitch is so high and whiny as he pleads for a break, for you to slow down. But he knows he doesn't really want that, he wants to be fucked brainless, turned into a stupid little slut, your stupid little slut.
Your thrusts continued their harsh pace, bullying your darling's hole just right. You kept hitting the poor thing's bruised and throbbing prostate, driving him to orgasm for the nth time that night. But.. did you give him permission? No, you didn't.
"Wuh-wait! No 'm sorry- pleashe forgive m-me! AHN!-" his little babbling apology is cut short by yet another hard thrust and another mean bite to his already tender neck. He's biting his lip as you squeeze his pretty hands tighter and pin his body down with an even firmer grip.
No matter how much the pretty thing pleads for you to stop he never uses his safe-word, only screaming out your name like its going to make you forgive him. Well.. you already have forgiven him, but were you going to pass up the opportunity to have your baby crying and begging? No, you weren't. So he's just going to have to take it for a while longer.. ♡
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content: yandere themes, portrayals of submission and obsession, drugging, stalking, fantasies, mentions of dacryphilia, spanking, and spitting.
note: PART 1. PART 3. PART 4. please read the first part before proceeding to read this one. (to have a better reading experience.) + a part 3 will be released soon! this short series will have a total of 3 different parts in total. read until the end and tell me what you think, heheh. enjoy reading!! hearts, comments and reblogs are all appreciated.
note again: the part 3 and 4 is out!
a sub yandere whose observations continued as time passed. days turned into weeks, and his fixation towards you became more unhealthy, more suffocating. the images of how he last saw you still kept flashing in his dreams. it’s as if you’re sending him a message of some sort, or so he thinks. he kept replaying the same scenes in his mind to the point it became a daily occurrence.
but something changed; it’s not about seeing you enjoying yourself anymore, but rather wanting to be the reason behind those actions. he yearned, thinking about all the ways he can be to become your source of arousal, your center of attention. hell— he’ll even become your play thing, your pet, your slave, anything you want. you don’t need to put work anymore because you have him.
you might not know it but from the moment he laid eyes on you, you already owned him. if you would just give him a chance, you can shape him into anything you want, everything you want. his visits at the park became more often, going there a lot earlier than you normally would. he’d sit in his usual spot and endlessly create portraits of you, but everything is different now; it has all become much more intense.
before, he would only put effort into making tiny paper dolls, but now he’d draw you in poses wherein you’re having your way with him. poses where you were fucking him on a bed, making him cry while he’s getting spanked on all fours, and even one where you’re cupping his crying face and about to spit inside his mouth. with the help of his pen, he was satisfied that his imaginations became partially real.
that one evening came, blurred by his illusions, he finally decides to do something, the biggest and boldest step. a sigh left his lips, eyes darting towards the door of your house before walking to the tree and leaving all the things he had crafted the first day he saw you. the portraits that he drew, those tiny paper dolls with outfits and a small notebook containing all your information along with his dirty imaginations. he even added the explicit drawings you both where in; just any item that you were included in. he left all of them as a sign of offering, like he’s giving them to his god.
“oh, what do we have here?” he was startled due to a voice. he slowly looked towards the direction of the noise and saw— that it was you, standing not too far away from him. his heart was pounding, breath ragged as he stared at your form. shit, i’m screwed. what the fuck am i going to do? should i run? give an explanation? s—should i kneel and beg? his mind was racing with thoughts, not knowing what to do.
he was not expecting for this to happen, it was all supposed to go perfectly the way he planned it ! he would only come to visit your place, leave his precious belongings and walk away peacefully. “so, are you just gonna stand there? or are you gonna do something?” you said, looking at him with boredom as you clicked your tongue.
“i—i’m.. s—so sorry, fuck ! i never meant for this— for this to happen— and i—” he struggled to form a coherent sentence, words jumbled because of the nervousness he is feeling. “please- don’t be disgusted at me ! i—i’ll do anything, anything you want just please, please, i beg of you p—please, don’t call the police on m—!” his rambling was cut off as you suddenly rushed at him when he was distracted, aiming at his face with something that was hidden behind your back. it was a small folded handkerchief that you infused with chloroform, a substance that can knock out a person in just a few seconds.
“s—ssshhh, now you go and take a little rest...” you whispered to his ear, firmly pushing the piece of fabric to his face to make sure he fully loses consciousness. you already knew this was eventually going to happen, anyway. you knew that his desires will finally get him to commit an action he would probably regret and you were prepared with just the way to deal with it.
“i also knew you never meant for this to happen. it’s just really disappointing that you let me catch you that easily, yeah? i expected you to be better, you know.” you mumbled at his unconscious body, lips pursuing into a tiny mocking pout. he didn’t know what he got himself into. he was unaware, he never saw the signs. all the days you were at the park after he had noticed you, you also knew his presence all along.
you picked up all the things he had placed at the bottom of the tree, carefully stacking the notebook and sketchpad together with the plastic full of paper dolls. after walking inside your house and towards the living room, you placed all of them on top of the table before going back outside to pick him up. after struggling to carry him, you finally got into a position good enough to bring him inside easily. with all the doors locked and the boy laying down your sofa passed out, you finally settled down to catch your breath.
“now.. what should i do with you?”
the boy thought he knew everything about you, but he missed, missed just one detail— and that is you were just as unhinged as he was.
kinks/tw's: cumming in pants, up against a wall, make out, grinding, patheticzai, probs ooc, bad writing
I'm so sorry for being so late, I haven't been doing too well recently and have been either too tired or have had no motivation.
you were horny, pissed off, and bored. not in that particular order. that dumbass dazai was on a mission for a whole week, A WHOLE FUCKING WEEK.
it was supposed to be two days, two days became three, three became four, and before you knew it, he was gone for what felt like forever.
you two haven't been able to fuck at all, leaving you both pent up.
luckily for you dazai was supposed to come home today.
you roll over in bed so that you're facing the clock on the nightstand, he should be home any minute.
just on time the doorbell rings. you jump up and off the bed, your feet hitting the hardwood floor as you run down the hallway to the door.
you impatiently opened the dark door, cringing inside when it creaked as usual. you finally got to see him; his hair was messier than normal, the bags under his eyes were darker than usual, and you could see some stubble on his chin.
he looked like how he did whenever he didn't have energy to take care of himself, but gods damn did he look hot.
Without wasting a moment you grab him by his tie and shove him against the wall. You mouth meeting his as you share a passionate kiss, filled with love and lust. The feels were far more intense, no doubt enhanced from being long distance for a week.
His hips thrusted against your, the fiction on his dick from his pants and the feeling of your mouth against his left him moaning and groaning into your mouth.
The heat building up in his stomach as the pleasure continued, his dick twitching in his pants.
He moaned against your lips before cumming without a warning. His cum soaking through his beige pants and soaking through.
He whimpered against your lips for the last time before pulling away to see the damage done to his pants.
He looked away embarrassed but that faded quickly as he said, "I'm gonna go shower.....unless you wanna join."
