pairing. various x fem!reader
↳ featuring: dazai, chuuya, jouno, tetcho
based on this request
꒰ osamu dazai ꒱
you’ve faced armed criminals.
explosions. interrogations. death.
but this?
this is worse.
“…it’s just a blood test,” you say, voice tight as you stare at literally anywhere except the tray.
dazai hums beside you. “ah, yes. the most terrifying opponent of all, medical equipment.”
“don’t joke,” you mutter, gripping your sleeve.
you will be fine.
you’re fine.
you’re...
the nurse pulls out the needle.
you’re not fine.
your brain short circuits instantly.
nope.
no.
absolutely not.
“i forgot something,” you say abruptly, already backing toward the door.
dazai doesn’t even look up. “you forgot your will to live?”
“i forgot i have somewhere else to be-”
you turn
and immediately walk straight into dazai’s chest.
a bandaged arm wraps loosely around your waist.
“running away?” he murmurs, far too amused.
“i’m not running, i’m strategically retreating.”
“mm. of course.”
you try to step away.
your knees wobble.
bad sign.
very bad sign.
“…belladonna,” dazai’s tone shifts slightly, softer, “you’re swaying.”
“i’m not-”
the room tilts.
oh.
oh no.
your grip tightens on his sleeve. “i don’t feel-”
dazai moves fast.
one arm steadies you, the other gently tilting your head away from the tray. “don’t look,” he murmurs.
“i wasn’t going to-”
“you were absolutely going to.”
“…okay, i was.”
he sighs softly, guiding you to sit.
“may i?” he asks quietly, fingers brushing your wrist.
you nod weakly.
he intertwines your fingers with his, grounding, steady.
“listen to me instead,” he says. “ignore everything else.”
your breathing is uneven.
fast.
“you’re safe,” he continues, voice low and calm. “it will be over before you realize it.”
“…liar.”
“perhaps,” he hums. “but i’m holding your hand, so that makes me a trustworthy liar.”
you huff a shaky laugh.
your vision flickers again.
dazai squeezes your hand lightly. “stay with me.”
“i hate this,” you mumble.
“i know.”
his thumb brushes your knuckles, slow and rhythmic.
“focus on that,” he murmurs. “not the needle. not the room. just this.”
you cling to his hand like it’s the only thing keeping you here.
and honestly?
it kind of is.
“…it’s done,” the nurse says a moment later.
you blink.
“…that’s it?”
dazai smiles faintly. “see? you survived. how disappointing.”
“…shut up.”
but you don’t let go of his hand.
and he doesn’t pull away.
꒰ chuuya nakahara ꒱
chuuya knows something’s off immediately.
you’re too stiff.
too quiet.
“…you good?” he asks, eyeing you.
“fine,” you say quickly. too quickly.
he narrows his eyes. “you don’t look fine.”
“i am fine.”
the nurse walks in.
you stop breathing.
chuuya follows your gaze.
sees the needle.
oh.
“…you’re scared of those?” he asks, softer now.
“no,” you lie.
immediately.
terribly.
he snorts. “you’re a liar.”
“shut up.”
the nurse preps everything.
you’re already halfway to the door.
“nope. no. i’m leaving.”
a hand grabs your wrist, not rough, but firm.
“hey,” chuuya says, pulling you back gently. “c’mon. you’ve taken down guys twice your size, and this is what gets you?”
“yes.”
“…fair.”
you try to pull away again.
your vision swims.
“…oh, hell,” chuuya mutters, catching you as you stumble.
“don’t let them near me,” you mumble weakly, clutching his coat.
“i won’t let anything happen to you, alright?” he says, voice suddenly much softer.
he sits you down, crouching in front of you.
“look at me.”
you do.
reluctantly.
his hands come up, hovering near your face. “can i?”
you nod.
he cups your cheeks lightly, forcing your focus onto him.
“stay with me,” he says. “don’t look anywhere else. just me.”
“…you’re bossy.”
“yeah, well, it’s working.”
you huff weakly.
his thumbs brush under your eyes, grounding.
“you’re okay,” he murmurs. “i’ve got you.”
you barely feel the needle.
because you’re too focused on the warmth of his hands and the steady way he’s looking at you like you’re something fragile, something worth protecting.
“…done,” the nurse says.
you blink.
“…seriously?”
chuuya smirks. “told ya.”
“…i hate you.”
“yeah, yeah.”
but he doesn’t move his hands right away.
just in case you still need him.
꒰ saigiku jouno ꒱
jouno knows before you even enter the room.
your heartbeat is erratic.
your breathing uneven.
“…how interesting,” he muses.
“don’t start,” you warn.
“you’re afraid.”
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
“…i hate you.”
“noted.”
you sit down stiffly.
determined.
you will not embarrass yourself.
the nurse brings out the needle.
your entire body locks.
jouno tilts his head slightly, listening.
“…your pulse just spiked.”
“shut up.”
you stand abruptly.
“i’m leaving.”
you make it exactly two steps before your vision goes white.
“ah,” jouno says calmly, catching you with surprising ease. “there it is.”
“i’m fine,” you mumble.
“you are about to faint.”
“i am not—”
you sway.
“…how inconvenient,” he sighs, guiding you back down.
his hand rests lightly on your shoulder.
“stay seated.”
“that was my plan.”
“you were walking toward the exit.”
“…that was also my plan.”
jouno hums.
then, unexpectedly, his fingers find your hand.
“…hold still.”
you blink. “…you’re holding my hand?”
“would you prefer to pass out?”
“…no.”
“then be quiet.”
his grip is firm.
grounding.
not overly gentle, but steady in a way that keeps you anchored.
“focus on my voice,” he instructs. “not the procedure.”
“you’re bossy too.”
“yes.”
you huff.
but you listen.
because his voice is clear. controlled. easy to follow.
“…you’re doing well,” he adds after a moment.
you blink.
“…i am?”
“yes.”
“…don’t sound so surprised.”
“i am always surprised.”
you snort weakly.
“…done,” the nurse says.
you freeze.
“…already?”
jouno releases your hand. “yes.”
then, quieter
“…you didn’t faint.”
“…barely.”
“still counts.”
꒰ tetcho suehiro ꒱
you’re pacing.
that’s never a good sign.
tetcho watches silently.
“…you are distressed,” he states.
“i am not.”
“you are pacing in a straight line repeatedly.”
“…it helps me think.”
“what are you thinking about?”
“…running.”
“i see.”
the nurse calls you in.
you stop moving.
completely.
“…i don’t want to go in there,” you admit quietly.
tetcho considers this.
then nods.
“that is understandable.”
you blink. “…you’re not going to force me?”
“no.”
“…oh.”
pause.
“…but you still need the test,” he adds.
“…oh.”
you sigh.
defeated.
you walk in.
sit down.
regret everything.
the needle appears.
you immediately stand back up.
“nope.”
tetcho gently takes your shoulders. “sit.”
“i don’t want to.”
“i know.”
“…you’re not helping.”
he tilts his head.
then, without warning, he takes your hand.
you freeze.
“…what are you doing?”
“providing support.”
“…this is support?”
“yes.”
his grip is warm.
steady.
unmoving.
you glance at him.
he’s completely serious.
that somehow makes it easier.
“…don’t let go,” you mutter.
“i will not.”
you sit back down.
your grip tightens.
you squeeze his hand hard, very hard.
he doesn’t react.
doesn’t even flinch.
“…you are strong,” he comments.
“sorry.”
“it is acceptable.”
you barely notice the needle.
because you’re too focused on not crushing his hand.
﹙ ✿ ﹚── content warnings : nsfw content, fem!reader, praising, desperation, yearning.. really nothing out of pocket.
﹙ ✿ ﹚── synopsis : just some smutty fantasies
Atsushi
Atsushi knelt between your legs, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed up at your face, trying to gauge your reaction. He was always a bit shy when it came to intimate acts, his cheeks flushing pink as he nervously licked his lips.
With a tentative hand, he pushed your thighs further apart, leaning in to inhale your scent deeply. His tongue darted out, a feather-light touch against your heated flesh as he gave your slit a slow, tentative lick. He paused, glancing up at you, waiting for approval or guidance.
Emboldened by the soft gasp that escaped your lips, his tongue delving deeper as he explored your most intimate area. He lapped at you with long, slow strokes, his tongue parting your folds. He alternated between broad, flat licks and more targeted flicks against your sensitive pearl, trying to read your body's responses like a roadmap to your pleasure.
His hands slid up to grip your hips, holding you steady as he worked his magic with his tongue. His technique was not as bold or aggressive as some, but it was effective in its gentleness and thoroughness. He took his time, savoring your taste and the feel of your silkiness against his lips and tongue. With each pass, he brought you closer to the edge, his own arousal growing as he lost himself in the act.
Dazai
Dazai attacked your pussy like he was some starving man at a feast, his tongue plunging in to lap up your essence.. the typpa greed they talk about in the buble. He speared his tongue into your entrance, fucking you with the slick, muscular invader as he suckled. His eyes were locked on yours, his gaze intense as he ate you out.
"Fuck, you taste incredible.." he groaned around your core, the vibrations of his voice adding a delicious new sensation to your pleasure. He sealed his lips around your clit, suckling the sensitive bud greedily as he thrust two fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping channel. He pumped them in and out, curling them to stroke your G-spot as he licked and sucked. His other hand slid up to grip your ass, kneading the firm globe as he pulled you harder against his greedy ahh mouth.
His eyes never left yours, watching your face contort in pleasure, reveling in the way your body undulated against his invading fingers and probing tongue. He could feel your climax building, your walls fluttering and grasping at his digits as he worked you closer to the edge.
Kunikida
Kunikida trailed tender kisses along the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thighs, his lips brushing over your flesh like the wings of a butterfly. He took his time, lavishing attention on every inch of exposed skin as he worked his way upward.
"So smooth, so soft and delicate.." He praised you so nicely before leaning in and placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on your mound, his tongue darting out to part your folds and taste your essence. He groaned at the first touch of your essence on his tongue, his eyes fluttering closed in bliss.
Then kissed over it, his lips brushing your sensitive flesh with a feather-light touch. He placed tender kisses on your clit, your lips, your entrance, worshipping every inch of your sacred space. Occasionally, he would allow his tongue to flick out, teasing it before returning to his sensual kisses. His touches were light, almost reverent, as if he were making love to your warmth with his mouth. He is the type to be careful and slow with it, wanting to savor every single moment.
Fukuzawa
Fukuzawa knelt before you, his gaze fixed on your face as he studied your every expressions and body movement. He wanted nothing more than to bring you pleasure. With a focused intensity, he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh as he inhaled your intoxicating scent.
He started placing his mouth over your sex, his tongue delving deep to taste your essence. He licked at you, his tongue parting your folds to seek out your essence. His technique was precise and concentrated, his tongue flicking and curling in ways designed to maximise your pleasure. He alternated between broad, flat licks and more targeted flicks against your sensitive pearl, watching your face intently for any sign of enjoyment.
One hand slid up to rest on your lower belly, feeling the way your muscles fluttered and clenched beneath his touch. The other gripped your hip, holding you steady as he worked his magic with his mouth. He was the type to stay focused on your body and analysing every single moment.
Poe
Poe hesitated before your spread thighs, his eyes quite uncertain. He licked his lips nervously, glancing up at you with a tentative smile, releasing a nervous chuckle.
"I must confess, I've never done this before... Let me know if it’s ah.. to your liking.." He then leaned in, placing a soft, test kiss on your mound before drawing back to see your reaction. Once he obtained a nod of approvement, he dove back in, his tongue parting your glistening folds to lap at your essence. He started with slow, tentative licks, his tongue tracing your slit before dipping inside to taste your honeyed depths.
He suckled gently on your clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as he sought to coax more of your nectar to flow. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider as he buried his face being completely buried in you. "Am I pleasing you, my dear? Does my tongue bring you everything you need?" He glanced up at you, seeking approval and guidance. God, he was like a lil puppy, wanting to please his master.
Chuuya
Chuuya positioned himself between your legs, his gaze locked onto yours as he leaned in, his breath hot and humid against your sensitive flesh as he inhaled your scent deeply. He sealed his lips around your nub, his tongue delving deep to taste your honeyed depths.
He licked at you, his tongue swirling and flicking over every sensitive spot he could find. He alternated between broad, flat licks and more targeted flicks, watching your face intently for any sign of pleasure or need.
One hand was gently rubbing over the entrance, gently sliding in, while his. other hand was gripping your hip, holding you nice and steady for him. His eyes remained locked onto yours the entire time, watching your body's responses, relishing the way your back arched and your hips bucked against his greedy mouth.
"M’yeah, just like that.." He lightly praised you, wanting you to feel loved the entire time as he feasted.
Akutagawa
Akutagawa was kneeling down before you, eyes focused unblinkingly on your exposed sex. He drank in the sight of your glistening folds, the musky scent of your arousal filling his nostrils and clouding his senses. Without a word, he leaned in, his tongue delving deep.
He lapped at you with a focused intensity, his tongue parting your folds to seek out every drop of your essence. His technique was the relentless kind, his mouth and tongue working together to bring you to the finish. The Power of Friendship we can say. He didn't even pause to catch his breath or glance up, too consumed by the task.
His nose nicely brushed your clit with each pass of his tongue, making you lightly squirm from it due to it sending additional stimulation through the nub. He wasn’t the type to say anything nor did he want to express his vulnerability, but damn, the way that he ate you was like he was chasing some sort of approval.. Praise him and he will let go completely (if he doesn’t pass out from surprise).
Odasaku
Odasaku knelt before you ah he simply took a moment to simply admire the sight, committing every glistening detail to memory. Then, without a word, he leaned in, his warm breath hitting your sensitive folds as he inhaled your scent.
He placed his mouth on your kitty, and began to suckle gently, his mouth forming a seal around your flesh. His tongue emerged, lapping at you with a slow, deliberate pace, savoring your taste and texture. He was the type to do it softly and tenderly, his touch almost worshipful of you. He would occasionally pull back just slightly, his lips releasing their suction to place a feather-light kiss upon your clit or your entrance.
"Beautiful kiss Exquisite kiss Lovely," Oh, how he loved praising you, while giving you pleasure. He seemed to find a profound satisfaction in simply pleasuring you, in losing himself in the act of tasting your essence and feeling your body respond to his touch. His silence spoke volumes about his enjoyment.
Jouno
A cruel smile played at the corners of Jouno’s mouth as he leaned in, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. Just as his tongue was about to make contact, he pulled back abruptly, leaving your aching, empty pussy exposed to the cool air of the room.
"Ah, ah, ah," he tutted like an owner disciplining his pet. Damn him and his sadistic tendancies. "Not so fast, my dear. We have all night, and I intend to take my time..." He then leaned in once more, his tongue delving deep to lap at your essence before he suddenly withdrew, denying you the warmth and pressure you craved.
This maddening pattern continued, with him alternating between suckling at your clit or plunging his tongue into your entrance, only to pull away and leave you wanting. Again. And again. AND AGAIN. Each time he denied you, he would chuckle darkly, like it was the most entertaining thing ever. MF-
"Patience, my sweet," he chimed with an innocent smile as if he wasn’t edging you right now, his fingers tracing your slick folds teasingly. "The anticipation is half the fun, wouldn't you agree?”
Tetchou
Oh, Tetchou is an EATER eater. He immediately dived in, his nose burying itself in your slick folds, inhaling everything. His eyes fluttered shut, lost in scent of your arousal. Without hesitation, his tongue moved deep, plunging into your entrance as he sought to taste your nectar directly from the source. He licked and lapped at you, his tongue swirling and flicking over every sensitive spot he could find.
He seemed lost in the act, absolutely on cloud nine, practically losing his mind. His nose remained buried in your mound the entire time, his chin glistening with your juices as he ate you. Air was overrated for him anyway, this was so much better.
"Fuck, you taste incredible.." He couldn’t help and praise you due to being grateful for having someone as amazing as you. His hunger knew no bounds, his thirst for your essence insatiable, that’s for sure. Even if you try to pull him off, he would just whine and refuse to do so, being utterly addicted.
Fyodor
Fyodor took a moment to admire the sight in front of him, his gaze drinking in every detail. He then leaned in, inhaling your scent deeply, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.
He placed his mouth upon your mound, his lips brushing your skin in soft kisses. He began to lick at you, focusing intensely as his tongue parted your folds. As he pleasured you, he kept his eyes locked onto your face the entire time, watching your every expression and reaction, like always. He seemed to take great satisfaction in seeing your body respond to his touch, your hips rocking against his lips so nicely. Occasionally, he would pull back just slightly, his lips releasing their suction on your clit to place an open-mouthed kiss upon your sex.
“Absolutely gorgeous.." He murmured against your nub, his breath hot against your skin. His tongue delved deep once more, lapping and suckling with renewed fervor. He did enjoy eating you and mostly used his lips, keeping his eyes shut to properly savor it.
Nikolai
"Magnificent!" he almost cried out with sniffle, dramatically wiping his eyes as if pretending to tear up as to how beautiful it was. He then immediately buried his face in your crotch, his tongue already darting out and going crazy. He licked a long, broad stripe up your slit, his moans and groans vibrating against your flesh.
Unable to control himself, he devoured you with a crazed abandon, his tongue plunging in and out of your entrance as he suckled and slurped noisily without any shame whatsoever.. Just like always. He loved showing just how obsessed he was.
He dragged his tongue up to circle your clit, his lips sealing around the bud as he suckled, his cheeks hollowing with the force of his suction. Between slurps and licks, he babbled his adoration, his words interspersed with wanton noises of pleasure. "Ah, fuck-! I am unworthy, yet I cannot stop.."
Sigma
Sigma wanted nothing more than to bring you utmost pleasure, to perform his duties as your devoted partner with unwavering focus and dedication. Kneeling between your legs, he leaned in, his breath washing over your glistening sex as he prepared to begin his sensual assault. He placed a single, deliberate kiss upon your mound, his lips brushing your skin with a feather-light touch.
“You smell so nice.. Just let me know if I do something wrong..” He requested oh so nicely. He was a brat to others, but a totally devoted partner to you. And so, he sealed his mouth over your sex, licking and suckling as his eyes remained locked onto your face, studying your every reaction.
His technique was precise and calculated, his mouth and tongue moving in a rhythm designed to drive you closer and closer to your peak. He wanted to learn all of the different techniques with you and to make you happy.
Tetchou was an absolute delight to date. He was kind, caring, thoughtful and best of all, an absolute freak. Whenever you were with him, he treated you like an absolute gentleman would and should. He held doors for you, bought you flowers, always paid, always showed up on time, always listened to your problems, always put you before himself. You were endlessly grateful to have him in your life, you truly wouldn't pick anyone else as your boyfriend. And husband one day too.
Now, what i mean by him being a freak, isnt that he gropes you or makes you uncomfortable in public, its that hes just so adorably eager and ready to please you at any moment.
You could be out at dinner together, a beautiful, fancy restaurant. Expensive drinks on the table, delicious food, his hand on your thigh. But the second you try to flirt with him even a little bit, he's calling the waiter over and asking for the check. Less than an hour later, you find yourself pressed face down into the mattress of your bed, your dress ripped and tossed aside with a promise from him to buy you a new one. Your ass is in the air, and his cock is brutally assaulting your cunt, both your pussy and his eyes crying from pleasure. Your toes curl just from the memory.
Even in simpler moments, when you're out shopping together in the nearby mall, and you walk by a lingerie store, you bat your eyelashes to ask him to let you try some on. He agrees before even realizing what youre asking for. When youre already inside the dressing room, and giving him a show, he doesnt comment. Only takes a deep breath, stands up, locks the dressing room and fucks you with you still in the lingerie. His hand is over your mouth, muffling your screams, whispering in your ear about you being quiet and not wanting anyone else to hear.
Tetchou finds a way to make having a picnic together end up with his cock inside you. The plethora of homemade foods and delicious fruits are placed infront of you on a blanket, and you're wearing a sundress, enoying the last moments of summer with him. You pop a cherry into your mouth, briefly making eye contact with him while doing it, and, you guessed it, he's already hard and soon, has you on your knees behind a bush, sucking him off. Safe to say, all you tasted for the rest of the picnic was the delicious salty finish of his seed.
You didnt mind Tetchou's freaky side at all, much of the opposite, actually, you loved it. You could definitely agree and understand why he got hard in most cases, and you like that he knows you well enough to be confident that you'd enjoy sex in that moment too. You've never had someone know you that well, and you dont think you ever will. Being with Tetchou was something you dreamed of but never dared ask for, but here you are, enjoying your days with him, spent in saintly and sinful ways. You were definitely on Santa's nice list this year.
asagiri rlly dropped that tecchou hasn’t laughed since he was a baby and that he is 6’1 in the same page. it’s like putting a bandaid on a bullet hole like he’s tall but WHAT DO YOU MEANNNN HE HASNT LAUGHED SINCE HE WAS A BABY?
Tetchou has a fixation on color and eats food of the same color, for him color is a priority Jouno can't see colors, and he doesn't understand Tetchou in this, for him the priority is taste and smell they are literally opposite in this
