childe w/ a crybaby/sensitive gf who he enjoys teasing and bullying beneath the sheets until your pretty irises gloss over with fat tears and your skin burns with indignant embarrassment. there’s just something satisfying about the way you sniffle and whine tearfully about how mean he’s being while you grind your puffy clit fruitlessly against his tongue and fingers :(( but, the moment he finds you genuinely upset, he’s all over you, pulling you onto his lap and holding your wrists tightly as he kisses up your jaw to where your eyes are spilling tears. he murmurs against the apple of your cheek, “hey… hey, look at me. what’s wrong?”

Dazai would breed you at the bathroom stall, changing room of a dress shop, anywhere but the bed to make it more interesting. And then ask you : "Where was it that you got pregnant bella?"

- anon 👀

Just dropping here and asking for a short drabble bestie....

thank you sm for clarifying what you want from me. i be struggling sometimes. this was definitely longer than a drabble, though😭 also, welcome, new anon!! i’m glad you’re here <3

dazai is a WHORE, let me tell you.

but, only truly for his sweet, little girlfriend who he’s been frequently fantasizing about knocking up and completely claiming as his own. don’t get me wrong, though. he knows that you’re his. it’s crystal clear in the way you haul him into bed every night and tangle your limbs with his so that he can’t escape, in the swirly, illustrious initials of his name adorning the golden anklet he’d gifted to you for your one-year anniversary that you hardly ever leave the house without, and in the way you seek him out when you’ve had a rough day so that you can faceplant into his chest and gripe about everything that had gone wrong.

still, he couldn’t help but yearn to seal the deal. he desired more from you—something that, unbeknownst to him, has crossed your own mind more times than you can count. he wanted to watch your stomach swell with his seed and poke fun at you when you struggle to roll out of bed, to fondle and kiss all over your tits once they’re heavy with milk and far more sensitive to his touch than they’ve ever been, to simply tend to his pregnant wife.

so, he made it happen. he accompanied you into boutique fitting rooms under the guise of you needing his “expert” opinion on fashion, only to have your clothes pooling on the floor and you caged against the wall with his hand clapped over your parted lips and his stiffened cock stuffing your pussy in seven minutes’ time. he’d made it his personal mission to breed you, to fill you so full that by the time he’s finally pulling out, you’re overflowing and dripping down your legs in nacreous rivulets. whenever your legs caved, he held you up. whenever you whined that you couldn’t take it and wept into his palm, he pacified you with a slower pace and praises cooed into your ear, yet he never ceased his movements entirely, hellbent on fucking his load as far into your cunt as possible.

it became a common occurrence for him to breed you in as many places as possible, save for the bed, where he’d been taught is the most romantic place to conceive a child. maybe he enjoyed teasing you about how easily you let him slut you out in even the most scandalous places, or maybe he merely wanted to spice things up as much as possible. whatever the case may be, he avoided the bedroom entirely. you never really minded, though. as long as he was satisfying you, you didn’t really see any reason to object to him bundling you into a bathroom stall and fiddling with your belt or him pressing your face into the leather backseat of your own car as he railed you in the middle of a movie theater parking lot. time and time again, he filled you up over and over, damn near ruining your cervix from how many times he’d battered and bullied it with the leaking tip of his cock in his urge to get you pregnant.

you’d be a fool to be surprised when you’re rewarded with a positive pregnancy test. however, you’d be even more of an imbecile to not expect the tilting of dazai’s lips into an impish smirk and the stooping of his head to make direct eye contact with you. mf would have the gall—the absolutely audacity—to hum quizzically, eyes glimmering with faux innocence as he asks you, “how ever do you think that could have happened, bella? i only came in you a few times, didn’t i?” if you try to interject or rebuke his statement, he’ll press onward as if you hadn’t even opened your mouth. “so, when do you think it took, hm? maybe the bathroom stall—or, maybe the dressing room. i think it was the dressing room.”

No thoughts just Chuuya with virgin s/o. Trying his best to stay gentle with her but feeling the overwhelming urge to ruin her

ohohohoOHOHOHOHOHOHO i was JUST thinking about this.

chuuya would want to make it the best possible time for you, pulling out all the stops to ensure that you’re comfortable before, during, after sex. he’d be so attentive and so gentle, constantly asking you if you’re okay and how he’s making you feel. the perfect gentleman—or, at least, that’s what he’d been hoping to be. but, with how ravishing you look stripped bare and invitingly spread out on the mattress—not to mention how your sensitive cunt squelches around his fingers and your pretty eyes glisten pleadingly and you call his name so sweetly and fuck—his self-control begins to wear thin. it’s not like he wants it to, but you’re just so beautiful that he can’t shake the thought of how much better you would look crying on his cock.

his desperation starts to show when his tip first nudges against your entrance. it’s discreet yet present—shining through in his firm grip pinning your wrists to the mattress and the way he placates all of your worries with sweet caresses, gentle kisses sprinkled over your forehead, and hushed pleas of “just the tip, baby. just until you’re ready. i promise.” your pleasure is his main priority, but with how many orgasms he’s already coaxed from you with his tongue and fingers that night, he figures that it’s acceptable for him to be just a tad bit greedy.

soon enough, he’s easing deeper into you, groaning against your lips at the feeling of you wrapped so snugly around him, gummy walls spasming and squeezing against the intrusion. he moves his hands away from your hips, fearing that if you don’t stop fucking clenching around him, he’ll pry your thighs apart and drag you forward onto his cock with zero concern for your pleasure. instead, his smile is unsteady—shaky, even—as he laces his fingers through yours, murmuring, “c’mon, open up for me, doll. i’ll make you feel good, i swear. just wanna feel you.”

cw: penetrative sex, cervix kissing, hickeys, name-calling ? (good girl)

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT !!

childe w/ a spoiled, high-maintenance gf who he can’t help but want to provide for and offer up the world on a silver platter to :( all you have to do is give a coquettish flutter of your eyelashes and chime a dulcet “please?” and he’s handing over the money for a shiny, new trinket, a cute dress that he’s 99% positive would look better pooled around your ankles, or a confectionary treat that he knows you’ll eagerly share with him, anyway. as a high-ranked member of the fatui, there’s no shortage of money. still, there are some days where he simply forgets to bring money with him; and, as pampered as you may be, you hardly ever pitch a real fit over being denied something you want. not only do you understand that he does a lot for you, but you also know that any intolerable brattiness will be extinguished by a punishment. still, that doesn’t stop you from occasionally milking the guilt card and strutting around with an attitude. after all, what can you say? you may understand, but that doesn’t mean you have to be happy about it.

this time, it had been over a necklace, an itty bitty moon pendant hooked onto a delicate, silver chain. you’d desired it so desperately, pleading with childe for “just this one, last thing” as you gazed up at him with elated, starstruck eyes. unfortunately, childe’s wallet had other plans—namely, the hole in the leather accessory that had been spilling coins all the way through town had other plans. he thought it was amusing. you did not. you’d been disappointed, to say the least, angling your chin away from him with a prissy huff and proceeding to sulk and wallow in your own self-pity for the rest of the day. you knew it couldn’t be helped that childe’s money jumped ship, but damn, you wanted that necklace.

aw, poor childe couldn’t just leave his baby there :((( if you desired a necklace, then that’s what he would give you. by now, childe has become an expert on taming your attitude, knowing exactly where to touch and kiss you to have you pacified and melting into his ministrations. he lets you freely utilize his body in exchange for your “forgiveness,” allowing you to ride him to your heart’s content. his cock is slender yet just big enough to stretch you out and fill you up, pretty, flushed tip imposing as it kisses your cervix and nudges fervently against your sweet spot. the developed muscles in his arms flex as he bounces you on his lap, strong hands dimpling the fat of your thighs and kneading almost obsessively at the flesh. his lips plant a ring of hickeys around your throat, adorning you with a dark, makeshift necklace of his own creation that exudes nothing but ownership and commitment. you look so ravishing, all spread out and twitching with sensitivity and utterly ruined as you scrabble at his bare shoulders for purchase and shamelessly pursue your orgasm.

childe kisses his teeth as his eyes roam your body appreciatively. his lips are a mere hairsbreadth of an inch away from the shell of your ear when he murmurs teasingly, “well, look at you...” his lips move from your ear, scattering playful kisses over your face before pausing at your forehead. when he hears you sniffle and feels those pretty tears of overstimulation that he adores so much spatter onto his chest, his lips twist into an impish, knowing grin. he kisses you one final time on your forehead before chuckling, “what’s the matter? you don’t like the necklace?” he feigns a disappointed sigh, knowing damn well how much you enjoy it when he marks you up. “well, you’re going to have to make do with it until tomorrow. now, be a good girl and give me a matching one, yeah?”

@kokohmi @minifuyu hngggg

THIRST FOR DAZAI…hear me out…reader telling dazai to take the day off to take care of himself (since she has been noticing him getting more on the edge, short-patient, and distant) reader thinking they could have a cute self care day together for him to recollect…just for dazai to roughly fuck her almost the entire day. everywhere, as his personal way of “self care” (turns out dazai had been in complete heat those past few days from god knows what, that’s up for you to decide 👀)

AND HIM GOING BACK THE NEXT DAY TO WORK WITH THE BIGGEST SMILE ON HIS FACE. BRAGGING ABOUT THE BEST “SELF CARE DAY” and poor atsushi being in awe, completely naive to what dazai had actually meant.

HELP PLS THIS IS HOT WAIT.

contains: creampie, penetrative sex, mention of oral (giving), aphrodisiacs, mention of mirror sex, cunnilingus

i'm imagining it stemming from dazai accidentally ingesting some type of aphrodisiac instead of a poisonous plant he'd found in his suicide guide. after scouring the internet for information about how to nullify the effects for this particular aphrodisiac and coming up empty-handed, he would just sigh and resign himself to dealing with it until it fades. it would have been a simple task for him, considering his exceptional self-control and the nearly indomitable authority he wields over every situation he's involved in. but, then, he remembered.

you exist.

you're striking, a tad bit naive, and way too compassionate for your own good. he'd been fully aware and accepting of these qualities when you two first entered a relationship, but now these same qualities are driving him up the fucking wall. you're close—too close—when you lean in to brush his bangs aside and assess his temperature. he can detect the fragrance of your perfume wafting from your skin—the same perfume that would engulf his senses and warp all logical thought like some psychedelic drug when you looped your arms around his neck and slid yourself up and down his cock. his eyes flicker over the exposed area of your chest—the same area he would take his sweet time marking up and lavishing with attention just to listen to you groan impatiently and feel you squirm under him. your lips are shiny and pillow-soft, your crystalline lip gloss mimicking the saliva that would smear across your lips and trickle down your chin whenever you blearily blinked up at him in hopes of garnering his approval after sucking him off. all he can think about is slashing your clothes at the seams with his pocketknife and fucking you silly. the only thing restraining him is his respect for you—which, to be honest, is starting to look more and more susceptible to his own mental manipulation with each mindless press of your chest against his arm and chaste kiss to his neck.

for once, his self-control actually starts to slip. for one, his temper shortens. he finds himself sparking trivial arguments with you and his coworkers over the most menial things, as well as snapping at you for forgetting to do something. he holds you at a borderline-icy distance in hopes of your absence assisting in staving off his carnal yearnings. so, you shuffle around the outskirts of his perimeter for a while, monitoring his behavior and questioning his colleagues about any changes they've noticed in his demeanor. still, you remained relatively quiet about confronting him about the issue.

that's why your proposal of a self-care day completely blindsided him, leaving him with slightly rounded eyes as you rattled off a list of things that you two could do to unwind. you were brimming with enthusiasm, rambling on and on about the soothing properties of face masks and the benefits of going on a nature walk. all the while, all dazai could think about was flipping up that devilish, little skirt of yours that's been cheekily flashing him glimpses of your panties all day and bending you over the kitchen counter. he almost felt bad for not bothering to pay your prattling any attention and simply, mindlessly humming his agreement. but, he figured, striding forward to corner you against the marble counter and cage you between his arms, face masks can wait.

you looked so precious—so innocent as you blinked up at him in confusion, your words fizzling away into silence and shoulders subconsciously hunching beneath the predatory glint in his gaze. "dazai..?" you squeaked.

it was then that you realized that dazai had an entirely different idea of self-care, one that included you being fucked within an inch of your life. dazai was uncharacteristically needy, skipping his usual drawn-out teases in favor of burying his face in the crook of your neck and fucking load after load of sticky cum into your drooling, overstimulated pussy. he thought you looked so pretty—body glistening with a sheen of sweat, lolling pink tongue dripping saliva, and pellucid tears welling up in your eyes. you're so good for him, so accepting and so receptive to everything he has to offer you. you whined when he stuffed his cock into you for the umpteenth time just to marvel at the way a single stroke had your clit twitching and battered cunt creaming around his shaft. your thighs were sticky and exhausted, barely capable of supporting your weight when he railed you in front of the bathroom mirror and even collapsing completely when he later seated you on his cock and insisted that you rode him. but, no matter what he doled out, you took it all, enduring every curve ball he threw at you and every orgasm he demanded from you.

his idea of self-care panned out quite well—so well that he burst into the office the next day in high spirits and itching to tell his colleagues about his "self-care" day. he refrained from sharing any incriminating details, instead pestering kunikida into listening about how talented you are at helping him relax—about how you must be star-crossed lovers, or something. all the while, atsushi—oblivious as always—congratulates him on finding such a compatible significant other and grumbles about how he could use a self-care day as well.

Teasing Chuuya abt how small he is (height-wise) and him dicking you down to oblivion to show where his extra inches went 👀

I'M SCREAMING BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL I LOVED WRITING THIS SM THANK YOU MWAH.

MEAN CHUUYA MEAN CHUUYA MEAN CHUUYA!!

contains: penetrative sex (obviously), dumbification, degredation

it’s no secret that chuuya isn’t… the tallest guy around. even if it were, everyone would know, regardless, considering how often you openly tease and poke fun at chuuya’s stature. whether it be by intentionally placing his belongings on high shelves, asking him to grab things for you and then proceeding to choke back laughter when you watch him float off the ground to fulfill your request, or patting him on the head and cooing about how cute he looks when he’s mad—you never allow him any space to breathe. but, chuuya has always endured your antics, never carrying out his threats and instead limiting his responses to scathing remarks that only inflict third-degree burns at best. every time you would walk into the room with that stupid coy smile crawling across your lips, chuuya would sigh and slouch in his seat.

you never faced any consequences for your actions.

until today.

truth be told, you can’t even remember what you said to him. all you can recall is that it was a joking comment pertaining to the size of his dick. you should’ve seen it coming—the agitated, scarlet flush to his cheeks, the pinch of his eyebrows, the falter in his words that fizzled away into a decisive, knowing smirk. all the signs that you’d finally overstepped your boundaries were present, but the tears of laughter brimming in your eyes blurred them all into oblivion. realization only settled in once you felt a pair of rough hands clutch at your thighs and toss you over a lean shoulder; but, by then, it was too late. your fate was sealed, and there was no way to avoid it.

“slow—slow down!”

your usually bratty, snide tone has been whittled down to a pathetic hiccup as you plead with the man kneeling behind you for mercy. but, all you receive is a bark of cynical amusement and a sharp, merciless clap of his palm against your ass. you want to despise the condescending coo in his voice as he feigns concern for the wails and whimpers that wrack your body, his calloused fingertips searing with fire as he massages the tender, flushed flesh he’d just struck; but, your tongue—once quick-witted and carved from steel—now lolls uselessly between lips adorned with a smattering of your own saliva and the cherry lip gloss chuuya has been itching to smear all over your puffed, pouty cheeks for months. you’re mentally incapacitated, rendered damn-near braindead by the way the head of chuuya’s cock bullies its way through your tight walls and knocks ruthlessly against your cervix. his cock is heavy, but you knew it would be the first time you felt the tumescent tip prod against your entrance. you recall your eyes widening, your muscles tensing, and chuuya laughing.

“hey, now,” you can practically hear the shit-eating grin curving chuuya’s lips when he speaks. “don’t tell me you’re tappin’ out on me.” his grip on your waist is bruising, but you know that without it keeping your ass propped up for leverage, your entire body would’ve melted into the mattress an embarrassingly long time ago—well, it’s not like you aren’t on the verge of doing so right now. your torso has long since caved, leaving you to bury your tear-streaked face in chuuya’s pillow and squirm fruitlessly in his hold with every harsh snap of his hips.

chuuya’s hips shift backward, his tip nearly popping out of your slick hole. fearing him pulling out and leaving you unsatisfied, your pussy constricts greedily around his shaft, garnering a surprised grunt from him. “easy, now. can’t move if you don’t let me.” you offer a pitiful mewl in response, your fingers curling tightly into his pillowcase as you desperately resist the urge to work yourself back on him. “what’s the matter?” he snickers. “too dumb to speak? what about all that shit you were talkin’? i’m supposed to be small, right? so, what’s got you falling apart?”

all you can shoot back are intelligible mumbles and feverish shakes of your head. you’re still dazed—so much so that you barely feel chuuya’s hand splaying over your stomach and hauling your limp body up until your back meets his chest. your head falls back against his shoulder, bleary pupils so dark and dilated as you stare blankly at the ceiling that chuuya can’t help but laugh. his hips drive into yours in one hard, unbroken thrust, jostling your body with such force that your head slumps forward and a tremulous whine scrapes at your abused throat.

“well, would you look at that,” chuuya resumes his brutal pace, watching with haughty satisfaction as a rivulet of drool spills over the corner of your parted lips. “you really can shut the fuck up. so, now that i have your attention, let me ask you something, angel. are you gonna keep pissing me off?” when you don’t answer, he bottoms out in your cunt, his balls twitching against the cusp of your ass. the hand resting against your stomach presses down, eliciting a strangled moan and a feeble struggle of your body in his grasp. “i asked you a question.”

“can’t—”you gasp, eyes glassy with bliss. “too much! chuuya, ‘s too much!”

“yeah, i know.” he replies bluntly. “shame, though,” he clicks his tongue. “that’s not what i asked you. are ya’ gonna quit fucking with me or not?”

“i will! i will!” you babble.

“good,” chuuya grins, “because if you pull this shit again, then next time, i’m not letting you cum.”

feral possessive nakajima atsushi whose in a rut and he just wanna breed you🥺

i'm literally on the verge of passing out i went overboard with this i just—atsushi with a breeding kink snatched my soul right outta my pussy. this is definitely longer than i initially intended for it to be smh. this is also probably so horrendously ooc i’m so sorry i’ve never written for him before skdkfkdkx but we can imagine

you knew that atsushi’s ability alters his behavior every time his heat rolls around, sharpening his irises with a feral, borderline predatory acuity, heightening his senses until every little thing nearly either blinds or deafens him, and instilling within him a possessive desire to protect those dear to him—especially you. so, why you chose to poke and prod at the slumbering beast locked away in atsushi’s soul by deliberately making him jealous, you have no clue.

not that you can think anymore, anyway, with the position you’ve landed yourself in.

you squeal with surprise when atsushi plunges back into you for what your hazy mind deems the third time, your abused walls fluttering and clenching around his hardened cock. from his position kneeling between your legs, you can hear a sharp hiss filter between bared teeth, his furrowed eyebrows twitching and bare chest heaving with dwindling restraint. upon the abrupt intrusion, remnants of previous rounds gush around his cock, manifesting in an overflow of accumulated cum that splashes against your trembling, sticky thighs and streams down the curve of your ass in nacreous bands. the excess pools onto the sheets beneath you. you almost pout at the thought of them being ruined, only to have your mind wiped blank and limp body jostled by the sensation of atsushi’s hips canting back to deliver a particularly hard thrust that all but knocks the wind out of you. everything feels so filthy, so utterly licentious—from the way your nails scrabble against his pale flesh for purchase to the way your knees knock and slip against his sweat-slicked waist as you desperately coil your legs around him to the greedy, aimless laving of his tongue over your breasts; but, neither of you seem to care.

“atsushi!” you wail out, voice hoarse and fractured. you’re exhausted by now—muscles sore, throat burning, skin stained with the consequences of your misbehavior, and brain so scrambled that you can barely maintain enough control over your body to swallow the saliva threatening to spill over the corners of your mouth. you’ve apologized numerous times for provoking him, but your pitiful whines and protests merely fell upon deaf ears as atsushi continued to drill away at your poor cunt, far too preoccupied with chasing his own release and pumping you full of his cum to truly consider your own stamina or even acknowledge your repentant words.

“sorry, i’m sorry…” is all you’ve been hearing since atsushi first started relieving you of that tight, little dress that had been taunting him since you first shimmied into it. this time, it’s barely more than a pathetic whimper fanning against your shoulder as he thrusts into you. “‘just a little more, i promise,” his sweaty cheek bumps into your temple. feeling your walls buckle around him, he chokes back a growl. “shit—ah, don’t do that, baby.” he whines, swollen balls pulsing at the way your sweet cunt tightens around his cock like the most delicious and unforgiving vice. “gonna make me cum quick. you… feel so good—so tight. so damn pretty...” the staccato, wet popping of his heavy balls slapping against your ass at a relentless pace has you sputtering and babbling mindlessly. “pretty and mine.”

your eyes widen when atsushi’s hands clutch at your knees, lifting them up with ease and folding you into a mating press. he looms over you with darkened eyes, searing palms sliding down your calves to pin your ankles as close as possible to your ears. the new angle provided by the altered position and proffered leverage allows him to sink even deeper into you than before. you squirm feebly beneath him, feeling the leaking tip of his cock bump against your cervix with such force that you almost apologize for it being in his way. “i know, baby. i'm sorry, ‘m sorry,” atsushi reassures you breathlessly, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your forehead. “want to fill you up so badly—make you all mine. ‘s that okay?” his head falls to rest against yours, silver bangs drenched with sweat sticking to your forehead. “please, tell—shit, tell me it’s okay.” he shakes his head, glossy eyes apologetic. “not gonna stop—can’t stop…” he swallows hard, “unless you to tell me to.”

“it’s… a bit late for that.” you manage to huff out a laugh, referring to the load of cum he fucked into you only fifteen minutes prior that’s currently trickling down the crevice of your ass. “don’t you think?”

“mm,” the shaking of his head becomes feverish, his grip tightening on your ankles. “gonna make sure this one takes.” he pants. “so, i need you to tell me right now if you don’t want it.”

but, truth be told, you do want it.

so, you tell him.

and, boy… does he take advantage of it.

gentleman!atsushi, whose trembling fingers comb your hair into a makeshift ponytail every time you suck him off, an awkward yet endearing attempt at aiding you intertwined with his love of the tantalizing sight of your pretty lips wrapped around his slender cock. gentleman!atsushi, who does his best to remain considerate and respectful as you take him down your throat, alternating between breathy whines and throaty groans as he fights the urge to thrust up into your mouth. gentleman!atsushi, who loves you with his entire heart, but who can’t be a gentleman forever. gentleman!atsushi, who uses his grip on your hair to force your head down when he’s about to cum, effectively stuffing his cock down your throat. gentleman!atsushi, who never forgets his manners—who apologizes profusely for his rough treatment of his sweet girl and offers hazy thank you’s and so good’s as he presses a sloppy kiss to your forehead.

OH GOD I FUCKING CLICKED PREMATURELY LEMME TRY THAT AGAIN LOL

Like, Dazai's def obsessed with how someone 'as dark' as him ended up with you—sweet, innocent, and painfully naïve you—on his bed, all flushed and begging him to go gentle. Of course, he'd comply 👀 being the gentleman he is. But the rise he gets from your expressions—how he's the first to see you like this—is incomparable; the urge to just rail you right then and there becomes harder to ignore.

Also, if u don't have a 🍒 anon yet, I'm claiming my rightful spot.

- 🍒 anon (until further confirmation)

LMAOO IT'S OKAY BBY and omg dazai with a corruption kink??? i haven't really thought about this but now that you've brought this to my attention, holy shit???? you're so???? spot-on???? i’m not sure why, i feel like i didn’t do this justice and i apOLOGIZE BUT!!! i may be elaborating on this in the future for compensation. ALSO!!!! i do not have a cherry anon yet, so it’s all yours, babe!!

contains: penetrative sex, loss of virginity, corruption kink, fingering, dacryphilia, cunnilingus

you’re so soft, all starry eyes and gentle, feather-light touches and lips so sugary sweet that they threaten to rot the teeth of whoever’s cheek you press them to in chaste greeting. it’s what initially attracted dazai to you—the way you trailed after him like a puppy and pestered him to take better care of himself, the way your compassionate smile never waned even as he deposited bloodied gloves onto the table on his way to saunter up to you, just everything about you. he was so utterly enamored by you, even often being spotted zoning out with his chin propped in his palm as he pondered what horrible person he must’ve killed to be rewarded with such a sweet, little lamb falling into his lap. what’s more, he wonders why you trust him so much, why you never flinch away from the gunpowder-stained fingertips he squishes your cheeks with or the scent of blood that he’s positive lingers on his clothes. surely, you must know that he’s bad news. surely, this is the extent of your relationship with him, and you don’t intend to allow him to sully you any further.

or, maybe not.

maybe, you’re even more naïve than he initially assumed.

you have to be, with the way you’re spread out underneath him on his mattress, every article of clothing long since plucked free and discarded over dazai’s shoulder with haphazard consideration. you’re completely bare, doe eyes round with bashful vulnerability and hands splayed across your breasts in a pathetic attempt to maintain at least some aspect of chastity—an attempt that’s nearly laughable, as if you hadn’t just allowed dazai to slip his fingers into your panties and rub pressured circles against your clit until you gushed all over his palm. he thought you looked so adorable, clinging tightly to his arm and rutting your hips up to meet the slow thrusts of his fingers as they delved into your cunt. so adorable, like he could just eat you up.

“you promised you’d be gentle,” you remind him in a tremulous voice, your thighs just as unsteady as they squeeze against his waist. “remember?”

“shh, i know,” dazai murmurs with a tiny, reticent smile that betrays the gentle amusement twinkling in his eyes. his fingertips trace down your temple in a gentle caress before hooking under your chin, tipping your head back to display that pretty, little throat of yours he’s been dying to mark up since you first skipped into his life. he presses his thumb against your pulse point, feeling it flutter nervously. his smile flourishes into something more shifty—something more twisted. “what kind of man would i be if i didn’t? you’re going to have to relax for me, though. can you do that?”

with a hard swallow, you nod, your legs slowly loosening around his hips until they’re obediently falling open. your bare cunt glistens in the poor lighting of the room, folds smeared with a sheen of your arousal and clit still puffy from his past ministrations. “don’t stare!” you whine, hands quickly moving to cover yourself up. “it’s embarrassing…”

dazai clicks his tongue, a low chuckle humming from his lips. “there’s no reason to be embarrassed. you weren’t so shy when you were riding my fingers, now, were you?”

“don’t talk about that, either!” you squeak.

he lifts his hands in mock surrender, eyelids drooping slightly as a more genuine smile plays on his lips. “alright, i’ll let you win this one time.” your toes curl in anticipation when he taps the tip of his pointer finger against your engorged clit before experimentally spreading your folds with his fingers. you feel heat pool in your cheeks at the sound of a low, appreciative whistle. you feel hot—way too hot under his keen gaze as he observes the way your tight hole involuntarily clenches and flutters around empty air. “look at you. still dripping all over my sheets, i see. it’ll be a pain to wash out.” his eyes rake up your quivering tummy, past your breasts, and lock onto your eyes with a lofty, crooked grin. “i must know, how do you intend to repay me for such an inconvenience?”

“w-well…” your fingers clench into fists. “what do you want?”

“what do i want?” dazai muses, suggestively sliding his palm over the prominent bulge straining against his pants. “what i want is quite simple, but it’s not something that you can give me right now.”

“what?” worry swells in your stomach. something i can’t give him? it’s obvious he wants something sexual? does he think i’m incapable? am i not enough?

noticing the fear flashing in your eyes, dazai smooths his hands over your thighs in a discreet attempt at comforting you. as his fingertips press into your flesh, he wonders how you would look walking around with bruises in the spitting image of his hands staining your pretty thighs. he wonders if you would wear more concealing clothes to hide them, or if you would grow flustered if someone pointed them out. “what i want, belladonna,” he begins, voice low, “is to ruin you.”

oh…

huh?

“ruin me?”

he nods with an affirmative hum. “frankly speaking,” he sighs, “i want to toy with you until those pretty eyes fill up with tears. i want you crying on my cock until you can’t move or even think.” ignoring your stunned expression, he shrugs nonchalantly, leaning in to press a chaste, fleeting peck to the tip of your nose. “alas, i promised that i would be gentle with you, so, your payment is going to have to wait a little while, at least until you prove you can take me without whining.”

but, the moment he pushes into you for the very first time and feels your body spasm against his chest, hears your broken plea for him to slow down, and tastes the saltiness of the tears that stream down your cheek and over his lips, he questions the true strength of his resolve. you’re so damn tight, velvet walls pulsing and clamping down around his cock with such intensity that he briefly fears being milked dry before he even bottoms out. it takes soft kisses peppered over your cheeks and murmured encouragement for you to loosen up enough for him to move, but your sniffles and whines persist until his pelvis is flush against yours. it’s only when he fully absorbs the heaving of your perfect chest, the fat teardrops trickling down your cheeks, the way you claw at his shoulders and cling desperately to him for stability, and the drool that beads on the cusp of your tongue that he realizes that your purity… your innocence has been ruined—and he’s the one to blame. he’s the first to ever see you like this, so unraveled and perverse, begging with hazy eyes for him—dazai osamu—to fuck you harder. he listens to your mindless babbling as he stuffs you so full that he’s immediately certain he’s ruined every other man for you. he’s molded your walls to suit the shape of his cock and his alone, and pride blooms in his chest at the thought of no one else being able to savor the initially tight, nearly immobilizing grip of your cunt as he was fortunate enough to have experienced.

and, suddenly, when you clench unexpectedly around him for the last time, he remembers.

he’s never entirely been a man of his word.

Listen

Listen

Akutagawa could use Rashomon to hold you during sexy too, or using it to mess with you as a means of telling you to behave if you’re being a bit bratty and not listening to him.

Kunikida could just as easily use Doppo Poet to make toys or even cuffs to use on you 🤔

-🎈anon

okay it’s actually so funny that you say that about rashomon, because maï had almost the EXACT same idea you did, and you both are SO RIGHT😮‍💨

the first thing on my mind is that akutagawa would definitely use rashomon to hold your legs open. he could do it just to humiliate you after you tried to make him hard in public, rendering you immobile as he trails a finger down the arousal glistening on your folds and mocks you for being so immoral. OR!! he could use it for overstimulation, preventing you from closing your thighs as he demands orgasm after orgasm from you. either way, he isn’t going to let you go until you’re either using your safe word or sputtering apologies and crying. OR!!! if you refuse to listen to him during sex and keep touching him when he tells you not to, then he’ll use rashomon to bind you on your knees right in front of him and force you to watch helplessly as he strokes himself. if he’s feeling nice, then he’ll let you help him out in the end. but, if you’re being a brat, then he likely won’t and will just leave you high and dry.

KUNIKIDA USING DOPPO POET YOURE SO SEXY FOR THAT SDKCKELA. he’d design them to your tastes, whether they be standard, fluffy, padded, animal print, or whatever. there’s just something about having you restrained, whether it be cuffed to the bedposts, or even your knees with your wrists bound behind your back. it’s probably because of the absolute control it gives him. PLS OMG WAIT KUNIKIDA CREATING A BULLET VIBRATOR???? KUNIKIDA MAKING YOU SIT NEXT TO HIM IN HIS HOME OFFICE WITH THE VIBRATOR TURNED HALFWAY UP WHILE HE TYPES OUT REPORTS??? AND IF YOU CUM BEFORE HE FINISHES, THEN THATS ALL YOU GET??? BUT IF YOU HOLD OUT, THEN HE’LL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT??? DKCKFKSKSLA THE POWER.

Chuuya's dick is 100% compensating for his height. It's fat FAT and he totally uses it against u 👀

On the side note, hi bb how have u been lately? I hope u're doing well AAAAAAAAA and if u ever need to beat up an entitled trash bag, u know who to call <333

- 🍒 anon

edit: i was so tired last night that i completely brushed over the second part of your message lmaoo i’m sorry. i’ve been doing mediocre. i could be doing a lot better, but i could also be doing a lot worse. thanks for checking up on me, lovely <33

oh yeah his dick DEFINITELY robbed him of a couple inches worth of height. that mf is HUNG. dick fat asf for NO REASON😤 i actually wrote about this right here and here!!

now, may i bring to your attention the concept of chuuya who has a fat dick but no clue how to use it? virgin!chuuya, who never really had time or any desire to pursue women until you came along, courtesy of his first priority being the port mafia. virgin!chuuya, who’s embarrassed because not only does he not know what to do during sex, but he also doesn’t know whether or not you’ll find his size appealing. virgin!chuuya, who lowkey panics because he thinks he’s hurting you when you squirm and get all bleary-eyed as you struggle to accommodate to his size. he suggests that you ride him so that you can take things your own pace, only for his shoulders to tense and his hands to flinch away from your waist when you start babbling and whimpering all over again. virgin!chuuya, who has no clue that you’re falling apart because his girth is stuffing you full and stretching you open. virgin!chuuya, who doesn’t realize it until you’re whining about how big he is and creaming around his cock far quicker than he’d initially anticipated. virgin!chuuya, who gets an ego boost from this moment.

Oh I’m sorry, I’m probably clogging up ur inbox, but I always just wanna make sure! I’ll go ahead and spam you with thirst next time tho >:))

Anyways *clears throat* in honor of Halloween, I give u, Dazai with a scaredy cat s/o! (The horny really jumped outta me with this one lmao)

-Ada! Dazai-

Ada! Dazai loves to force you to watch scary movies, just to watch you squirm and jump because he thinks it’s cute. He’ll sit you down on the couch and gather you into his lap, grinning every time you hide your face away in his chest and squeeze him.

Ada! Dazai who gets a kick out of trying to comfort you, weaving his arms around you, petting your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear instead of paying attention to the movie. He plays your Prince Charming, subtly letting his hands wander places that aren’t so *ahem* comforting.

Ada! Dazai who gets turned on when you tear up in fear, kissing all your worries away since he’s such a “loving” boyfriend. Ada! Dazai who distracts you from the movie onto… other matters, not that you’ll mind too much, trust him.

-Pm! Dazai- (accidentally made him a bit yandere, oops, but not really >:))

Pm! Dazai who loves it when you flinch into his coat rather than watch one of his bloody deeds, who chuckles sadistic young when he sees you shaken up. He loves how you shiver, how you cling to him and only him, he’s the only one who can hold you like this, don’t you know?

Pm! Dazai who loves to bring you to uncomfortable situations, ranging from simple haunted houses to tense mafia briefings just to see your reactions. He just can’t get enough of that sweet, scared look in your eyes, slightly glazed with tears. (you really are too precious)

Pm! Dazai will force you to come with him to meetings and sit you on his lap all nice and pretty for others to see. He loves how your eyes only remain on him (if only just his chest) because you’re too scared to make eye contact with any other member. And if he subtly shifts his hips so you feel his growing “friend”? Well that’s just an accident… right?

oh no no!! you don’t have to apologize, lovely <3 and you aren’t clogging my inbox, dw.

wait oh my god.

this thirst is doing things to me. like deadass. i don’t even know what specifically it is that has my tummy all tingly, but THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. i don’t even—SKFNFMDKSK i cannot explain how much i—WHAT THE FUCK.

this is so true, too!! he really would get a kick out of setting you up just to comfort you when you get startled or frightened. ADA dazai would be so soft with you, his breath ghosting over your temple as he kisses up your tears and smooths his hands over your waist to placate you. he’d make you feel so secure in his arms, only to exploit your trust in him by having you squirming in his lap with his hand slipped down your shorts before very long. he’d tease your clit with skilled fingers and kiss along your neck and jaw under the guise of distracting you from the jump scare that just flashed across the screen.

he murmurs about how you should trust him, about how he’s got you and it’s only a movie—nothing to be afraid of. he’s also the same mf that would pretend to be possessed later that night just to scare the shit out of you, but that’s a topic for another time. and, you can’t help but believe him, lean into him, and allow him to work on you until your cunt is gushing and squelching with each push and pull of his fingers. after all, he’s just trying to help you🥺 and with the grip he has on your waist to keep you caged on his lap, you know that you aren’t going anywhere, even if a ghostly hand were to reach through the screen and try to drag you away.

PORT MAFIA DAZAI SKDMFKSKA. he’d be such a bastard, you’re so right. your own feelings be damned, he simply can’t get enough of the way you seek comfort from him and only him. god save whoever tries to hurt you, too. you could piss off the entire city or be pursued by a biker gang, but the moment you collide with dazai or cower behind his shoulder, nobody is touching you. he might not even acknowledge your presence at first, save for maybe a single, nonchalant hand atop your head or the lazy drag of his eyes from where you’re clinging to him and huddled into the open material of his jacket to your pursuers. he’d crack a slight grin when he feels you shivering against his chest.

he’d get off on your fear—on your complete reliance on him. you’re just so adorable, so vulnerable. he can’t help but subject you to more terrifying or tense situations, just to feed off your reactions. his enjoyment of your discomfort would def manifest in more sexual ways, yes yes. at first, the hands gracing your waist in the middle of an executive meeting would be regarded as comforting, but that all changes when he uses his grip on your hips to rock you back against the stiffening erection straining against his slacks. look at you, so sweet and flustered and skittish, not making eye contact with anyone, even as he discreetly humps up into you beneath the mahogany desk.

this came from the fact that i cannot take dick for my life so here we go: mammon. avatar of pride, being cute enough to pop atleast a few girls cherries, melting in your arms as he looks up to you, savouring your pants and heavy breathing as you clench around his two fingers plunged deep in your pussy, soft walls oozing with arousal as you crumple up his shirt in your hands as you let out a small ‘ah!’ at him flexing inside you. you could never really get pleasure out of fingering because you just couldn’t reach that spot when you needed to the most, so you just settled for massaging your clit. but his thick fingers filled you up so nicely you couldn’t even think. then he pulled out, when you were oh, so close to embracing the warm entrance of pleasure. “mammon, why’d ya stop?” you breathlessly panted. “cause i want us to go further, babe.” he says, a lustful gaze burning into your soul and cunt. “please, can i properly fuck you?” he mutters underneath his breath. he was never really one to ask for things, considering people were falling over begging him too, (in his humble opinion) but considering how this is your first time together, he really wants this to be special. plus, it’s also because of how painfully hard his dick is seeing you underneath him like this. “u-uh, alright then. go ahead.” you reply, spreading open for his gaze and his only. and god, is it a sight to see. your pussy properly prepped and glistening with your own sheen, dripping down your ass. pulling out his cock, he teases you by rubbing his head between your folds before quickly succumbing to your wet hole, sinking in as quickly as he could, but not necessarily enough to hurt. gasping from the stretch, you don’t even know if you wanna pull away, or stay beneath him. falling to your desires however, you stay. i literally don’t know what else to write for this so you can continue if you wanna but it doesn’t matter lol - 💋

“i cannot take dick for my life so here we go” i don’t know why, but this sequence of words is so funny to me😭 and!! i didn’t add on to it bc i know it would turn out to be a whole fic if i did LMFAO plus it’s about 1AM rn and i’m TIRED. BUT!!!

BUT!!!

PLS🥺 mammon who’s nice to the previous girls whose virginities he took but is super extra sweet to you :(( he’s so in love with you and just wants to make you feel good, even at the sacrifice of his own pride. you being the only one he’s outright asked to please :(( his cheeks flushing and him mumbling his request against your skin because to him it sounds so strange to ask for something that’s been given to him time and time again without him having to lift so much as a finger. but he wants to do it right with you. obsessed with how sloppy your pretty pussy is as it drips around his fingers and how tight you are when he first sinks into you. he melts against you with a shuddered sigh and holds you tight when you squirm and dig your nails into his skin to try to adjust to the new sensation.

ok we all know tgat atsushi is a sweetheart and would be the type to pull your panties down using only his teeth, taking his time with you....but beast!atsushi...

yeah that guy would just throw you on the bed, slap and bite your ass, then rip your panties ALL while being fully clothed himself. with his sexy black gloves on. 👍👍 I'll take my leave

🏃‍♀️💨

BEAST!ATSUSHI???? IVE NEVER EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT THAT. NO COME BACK AND ELABORATE, I—💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳

smearing your lipstick across your cheek, wrapping his arms around your thighs so you can’t squirm away while he nips at the fat of your ass, laving his tongue over the dark teeth marks staining your thighs and ass to soothe the sting, snapping the straps of your lingerie against your skin to watch the flesh ripple enticingly, ripping and tearing your panties off your body with astonishing ease.

b-beast!atsushi…

HJDJSKJSJDJSJSJS OH GOD IMAGINE MAKING LOVE WITH CHUUYA. IT'S BE SO SOFT AND SENSUAL AT THE SAME TIME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HOLY SHIT

SOFT AND SENSUAL CHUUYA MY KNEES ARE: WEAK. ESPECIALLY AFTER WRITING TWO MEAN!CHUUYA THIRSTS.

THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE, I LOVED THIS THANK YOU SM FOR INDULGING ME!!! the end is shitty because i got super tired, but i think the rest of it is pretty okay!

contains: penetrative sex, mentions of oral (receiving), cunnilingus, soft sex

chuuya has always possessed a penchant for making you feel loved, whether it was by brushing or styling your hair when fatigue tugged at your eyelids, sliding off his jacket to cover your legs whenever you sat down in a shorter skirt or dress, or showering your insecurities with reassurance—regardless of how awkward or clumsy his delivery may be. while it’s true that he’s foulmouthed, short-tempered, and… jaded, he strives to be as close as possible to a gentleman for you—both in the streets and under the sheets.

“hey, you okay?” chuuya grunts. the calloused, rough fingers laced through yours offer an encouraging squeeze, slowly drawing your lust-dilated pupils up to the redhead hovering over you. his body is suspended over yours, wiry frame blotting out the golden glow of the overhead bulb until all you can focus on is the battle-sharpened, chiseled muscle that accentuates his slim silhouette. his arms cage you in, his biceps flexing discreetly with every dip and roll of his hips into yours. his trademark, lopsided grin is slightly tense with effort, yet his eyes twinkle with such a teasing warmth that your ajar lips are unknowingly coaxed into reciprocating with a reassuring smile of your own.

“mhm!” an affirmative nod eases his worries. you whine, toes curling and fingers biting into the mattress, when his pelvis knocks into your tumescent clit, which is still sensitive from the past hour chuuya spent lavishing your pussy with attention. you recall how a translucent bead of saliva had peeked from his lips before drooling onto your slit, how he’d traced soothing shapes along your thighs as he praised you for being so good for him, and how he’d laughed at you with arousal-slicked cheeks when you desperately shoved his head away from between your legs. he’d been so gentle with you, so amicable and light-hearted as he sprawled over your chest, both of you completely bare and reveling in the shared warmth of one another’s skin, and drew ticklish fingers up your sides until you were squealing with laughter and writhing fruitlessly under his weight. it had been just the two of you in the moment, hearts intertwined and twin souls dancing recklessly among the dying glimmer of twilight, tipsy on passionate kisses and whispered declarations of devotion.

“what’re you smilin’ for?” there’s a hint of amusement in chuuya’s voice.

“huh?” you lift a brow, only to realize that you had, indeed, been zoning out with a quiet smile gracing your lips. “oh, nothing!”

“nothing, huh?” you shriek when chuuya descends on your neck, attacking the sensitive flesh with impetuously placed, open-mouthed kisses. his lips are slightly chapped, but the feeling of them peppering your skin has your stomach exploding with butterflies all the same. “try again, baby,” he withdraws just enough to grin at you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “what’s funny?”

“nothing!” you insist, wrapping your arms around his neck to plant a chaste peck on his lips. when your head withdraws, he pursues you without an ounce of shame or reluctance, greedily chasing your lips until he’s able to capture them in a searing, rough kiss.

“well, i’m obviously not doing my job well enough if you can still talk,” chuuya remarks coyly, bumping his forehead into yours.

you hum, lifting your chin. “then, maybe you should start doing better.” while you were expecting a scathing response, you weren’t expecting for his hips to snap sharply into yours, his cock sinking so deeply into your cunt that your walls reflexively spasm and clamp down around him, automatically trying to reject him. the abrupt intrusion pulls a yelp from you, your fingernails scoring across his shoulders and chest arching up to meet his.

“oh?” you want to rival your lover’s shit-eating grin with a scowl of your own, but you’re so distracted by the sparks of pleasure shooting through your stomach every time his leaking tip bullies its way through you that it’s nigh-impossible. “hey, what’s the matter, baby?” he snickers. “open up! i thought this was what you wanted.”

“you’re—” you gasp, feeling his shaft beginning to pulse. “mean!” when all he does is laugh and slap a sloppy, moist kiss smack-dab in the middle of your forehead, you whine. “chuuya! slow down! i wanted to take things slow tonight.”

“ah, really?” at your mumbled revelation, chuuya’s impish smile falters, his eyes widening with surprise and pace stilling with his cock still nestled within your snug walls. but, upon glimpsing your flustered expression and sparkling doe eyes, his gaze softens, the mischievous smile playing on his lips gradually melting away into something more earnest. “we can do that, no problem. but, you’ll have to tell me how you want it. ‘m not a mindreader, you know.”

“i…” you hesitate, still uncertain with openly voicing your desires in the manner you know he’s expecting. but, if you want your needs met, then you’ll have to just bite the bullet. “i want deep and… slow. is that okay?”

chuuya doesn’t respond immediately. rather, his head stoops to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “yeah,” he murmurs, “of course. just lay back for me, then, okay? i’ll take care of you,” his lips move back to your forehead, brushing faintly against the skin. noticing your suspicious squint, he huffs out a small laugh. “i won’t rush, i promise.”

chuuya has always been a man of his word when it came to you, and this time was no different.

ahem!

punish chifuyu by binding him to a chair, placing a dildo on the edge of the seat right in front of his stiffened cock, and riding the dildo instead so that the only friction chifuyu is allowed is the occasional bump of your ass against his shaft. oh, he can’t stand it. just wants to touch you and hold you and kiss all over your shoulders. but, he doesn’t deserve it. no, what he does deserve is being restrained, kept on a short leash with you so close yet so impossibly far, groaning and griping through the makeshift gag of your sodden panties as he struggles against his bonds and inches forward as far as possible, desperate to close the remaining hairsbreadth of space between you.