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sunaslay · 2 years
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1:32 AM pre-timeskip!oikawa tōru x gn!reader
notes. angst, lowercase intended, petname
loosely based on this scene from la la land
"when do you find out?"
he rolls over to your side, propping his head up on one elbow as his eyes wander over your face. "they said the next couple of days."
you reach for him and gently brush away the pieces of hair that fell between his brows. "you know you're gonna get it, right?"
"yeah, i know," he says confidently, causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head at his immutable cockiness. his voice then turns to a playful whisper. "i've been manifesting it since forever."
"of course, you have." you snort with a smile, which quickly went away as soon as the hands of possibility—no, reality—of him no longer this close to you catches up and smothers your heart with its bare hands, hard, leaving you with the question, "so, where does that leave us?"
he draws in a deep breath as he mentally sorts through every room, every corner of his brain to find the right thing—anything—that can possibly accommodate the image of him moving halfway across the world without hurting your feelings. but as he runs out of mental space to rummage in, all he can muster to say is "i don't know".
his response lingers in silence between you and him, and for a brief moment you're left with not knowing what to say either. you've never been good at dealing with change, and it doesn't look like it's something you'll master anytime soon.
"then what do we do?" you ask, finally breaking the silence that's beginning to feel oppressive.
"i don't think we can do anything."
you'll never understand how it's easy for him to say those words out loud, like he didn't just crush everything that you are. but then again, you know you can't save anything by not letting him grow.
"you're right," you say, a liquid blur obstructing your vision. "it's your dream. once you get it, you gotta give it everything you've got."
"hey," he pulls you by the waist and places a soft kiss on your shoulder, "i know how this looks, but you're not gonna lose me."
"you don't know that," you mumble against the crevice of his neck, warm tears staining his skin, "and you can't get my hopes up."
"look, sweetheart," he says, pulling back a little so he can look at you. “i don't like how this is gonna change things for us as much as you do, but if i'm always gonna love you, then how can you lose me?"
you don't say anything. instead, you open your eyes and let your gaze fall achingly to a heap of yearly calendars covered in some dust and all sorrow.
"i don't know, tōru. it's been a while, but it looks like you changed your mind after all."
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solarisfortuneia · 15 days
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— 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.
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✦ in need of a kiss? well, feel free to pick an experience from our finest collection! perhaps you’ll find one suited perfectly to your tastes?
(or, in other words, the types of kisses they give, and what it’s like to kiss them.)
✦ featuring: aventurine, dr. ratio, jing yuan.
✦ warnings: very kiss focused, not proofread.
✦ notes: these characters with this concept were particularly inspiring today, so i jotted down a little something really quick (might add more characters later in a pt. 2 later? idk)
also forgive me for any characterization errors please i'm still studying them
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aventurine.
his kisses are greedy. 
he’s greedy, far too greedy, and selfish to boot— he wants everything you have to give, all for himself. he tastes like a burst of citrus on your tongue, always, always keeping you on your toes, his lips sneakily capturing everything they can, right down to the slightest sound that leaves your lips.
he wants as much of you as he can possibly get, and he’s perfectly capable of drawing it all out from you, bit by bit. he just needs the right bargaining chip, and he has it already, doesn’t he? 
a kiss, for a kiss.
 a fair trade, wouldn’t you say?
(he doesn’t make deals that don’t pay off, after all. and this thing he’s doing with you? well, it sure is raking in the profits.)
veritas ratio.
dr. ratio doesn’t do things in half measures. when he kisses you, it’s all or nothing; he will put his all into it.
he doesn’t confine himself to your lips, either. the philosophy is simple: what kind of learning would one hope to achieve by limiting themselves?
his hands travel all over, learning the wheres, the whens and the hows, almost as if he’s trying to see how you tick, while his lips embark on a journey of their own across the skin of your face, your jaw and your neck.
he kisses with diligence and precision and passion, meticulous and methodical, quickly adapting his methods to even the slightest of hints you send his way. every action he does is intentional and deliberate, so why should this be any different? 
oh, but make no mistake, for all his versatility and straightforwardness, he will not make it easy for you to keep up with him. 
but you can take a challenge, can’t you? 
jing yuan.
he is gentle, he is soft, he is slow— he kisses in the way that honey flows; lazy, languid, almost hypnotizing, like he has all the time in the world. he savors you the same way he savors the tea that lends his lips the subtle bitterness they carry, but they taste sweet all the same.
when he pulls away, a smile graces his face, one that lights up his eyes with adoration. soft as they are, they still command your undivided attention with the way you cannot seem to tear your gaze away from him. his hands still remain on your person though, holding you impossibly close.
and when he tenderly cradles your face in his palms, worries evaporate into air, thoughts slip away to spaces unknown, and moments stretch into lifetimes.
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sunnemona · 3 months
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☆i shine only with the light you gave me.
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kelin-is-writing · 11 months
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+18 MDNI
dabi x fem!reader; he’s so needy in this one my god, breeding kink, stomach bulge, creampie, oral (f!receiving), blow job. BE AWARE.
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pussydrunk!dabi who just can’t help but let out a throaty dragged groan whenever he’s balls deep inside of you, tip kissing your cervix, and your walls clench around him like a vice making his turquoise eyes roll all the way back into his skull “f-fuck... it feels so damn good inside of you baby–!”, it’s what comes out of his gaping mouth all slurred, the warmness and wetness of your pussy around his cock making dabi’s brain become all mushy, no thoughts whatsoever, only him quivering at how blissful he was feeling in that moment, dick practically molding your walls into his shape, sending him in cloud nine.
he looks down watching how his cock disappears inside your pussy and then coming out covered in more juices he inhales a sharp breath from between gritted teethes “shit–!”, he would fuck you all day if it was for him, your cunt felt way too good to leave it empty.
when dabi’s eyes roam up and he sees the shape of his dick’s tip in your belly his breath hitch inside his throat, he secures his hold on your waist and lifting himself a little on his knees he angles his hips higher and then picks up pace, groaning along with each thrust while getting high on the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, the loud moans coming out from that pretty mouth of yours making the whole thing even better “aah fuck–! cumming! fuck fuck fuck. fuck–! i’m gonna cum so hard...”, he whimpers while resting his hands at the sides of your head, holding onto the sheets underneath you for dear life as his hips starts pounding inside your pussy at a speed that made you let out a choked moan; dabi stares your way dazed before he leans down looking at you with pleading eyes and cheeks tainted of pink as he panted, leaving you totally speechless at his state “lemme cum inside of you princess, please. i need it so fucking bad, wanna fill up your pretty pussy to the brim with my kids... allow me...”, the raven-haired boy spoke an inch away from your face with a needy low husky tone that was so hot and sexy, those butterflies inside your belly went crazy to say the least, how can you even say no to a request made in such an endearing way?
when dabi spills his seed into your cervix and long your walls, the both of you were in pure ecstasy, mind totally empty. you were panting at the fantastic sensation of his hot cum inside of you, body trembling uncontrollably from the aftermath of your own orgasm, while dabi is glancing down where you two are connected watching his cum pooling at the base of his cock “nnh... so fucking good... wanna stay inside of you forever baby.”, as he pushes his hips flush into yours mumbling about how he can’t let any of it spill, your pitiful whine because of the overstimulation making him groan before he thrusts slowly once into you for the sake of pushing as much seed as he can inside your hole.
pussydrunk!dabi who would seriously eat you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner, tongue flat on your cunt licking between your folds with long stripes or slurping on it loudly and languidly like a starved man eating a full course meal for the very first time.
dabi’s favorite position to eat you out is you sitting on his face, the smell of your arousal is enough to make him hard but the moment your pussy rests on his mouth he’s in heaven, eyes rolling back as his arms go to encircle your thighs to push you down even more on him, because that wasn’t enough, he needed more “ahh yeah... pure fucking bliss...”, he groaned while starting to makeout with your cunt, tongue teasing your entrance a few times deluding you into thinking he was gonna put it in before he goes to lick in circles your throbbing clit “shit... you taste so damn good doll, would devour you all day.”, comes a muffled praise from dabi that makes your pussy clench around nothing and that made such a sinful moan come out of his lips that got you now let out an especially loud one, his palms going to fondle your ass before they slid up to your waist rubbing circles on them and then higher, cupping your breasts gently before squeezing them. when you started grind your cunt against his mouth, you could feel a grin curl up dabi’s lips in satisfaction as he glanced intensely and feverishly at your pleading needy face “i got you baby.”, before he fluttered his eyes close to savour every second while pushing his tongue past your fold and inside your pussy, starting to slurp on it while tongue-fucking you and feeding off of your tasty juices and sublime moans not caring one bit about the fact that you were pulling on his hair whilst crying out in pleasure.
when you come all over his face, dabi groans along your moan with his cerulean irisies leaving space to pearl white, arms plopping wide open onto the mattress loudly as he drank every single drop of your juices like he hasn’t had something to drink in ages, his own cum dripping long his shaft and plastered all over his pelvis.
“thank you for the meal.”
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sonder-paradise · 1 year
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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭
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◊ ft. xiao, venti, kazuha, wanderer, gn!reader
◊ genre. fluff, reader teasing anemo fools
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— 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨
he watches you carefully from the cooling shade of the tree above. whatever you're currently off doing, it seems to be entertaining you much more than usual. but there's something entirely charming about the way you find such joy in the timid moments teyvat gives you.
the gentle breeze sways past the two of you bringing in the salty scents of the nearby port and the mountainous ranges just beyond. he closes his eyes just a moment, soaking in the sound of your bubbling laughter and the symphonic winds.
"xiao!"
his eyes flicker open and, in a moment, he's at your side. he seems rather alert for a second before he realizes there is a board smile dressed across your face.
"is something the matter?"
you shake your head; that odd, little grin neglects to fade from your features. he raises an eyebrow at your behavior.
"no, just wanted to see you. oh, here."
and suddenly your hand is reaching towards him and you're leaning in a little too close and his breath catches in the back of his throat and now he's debating whether or not he should lean in too and—
"you had a leaf in your hair."
xiao turns a brilliant shade of red as your hand pulls back and you reveal a little green leaf. he stumbles through a mismatched phrase before you stop him with that stupid grin.
"what? did you want something else instead?"
you can practically see the steam burst from his ears.
— 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢
another night, another set of drinks for the anemo archon and his beloved. venti belts out a brilliant set of notes for just the two of you as you plop down beside him on the grassy hillside. the moonlight streaks down on you both through the stony fingers of the statue of seven.
"do you think master diluc will notice?" he mumbles aloud.
"notice what?"
"the wine we stole!"
you laugh, waving him off. "i left some mora on the counter, i'm certain he can put two and two together."
venti joins your laughter. then he strums the strings of his favored lyre. venti feels the buzz of alcohol hit the back of his throat and he's grateful for this brief moment of mundanity the two of you have been given.
"oh, venti."
he turns as you call him and it's at that moment he realizes just how close you've gotten to his face. his eyes briefly flicker down to your lips and the buzzed gaze in your eyes.
then you pull back, having grasped the bottle of wine behind him with a grin.
"another round?" you pause, noting the pink dusting his pale cheeks and the way he looks absolutely hypnotized with you."
"oh? did you think i was going to kiss you?"
venti seems to snap out of his trance and gives you an apparent pout. "of course! why else would you get so close?!"
"to get the wine?" you shake the bottle a little, raising an eyebrow at him.
"wah! then just ask me! now kiss me properly!"
— 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚
kazuha's grown a little tired of your constant teasing for today. perhaps you woke up a little too mischievous this morning, but he's not sure how much longer he can tolerate your behavior.
once: this morning while attempting to wake him up, he was certain he caught you trying to kiss him. and yet, he was surprised to hear that you were just brushing hair out of his eyes.
twice: early in the afternoon when you grasped his waist and looked at him from over his shoulder. he even unconsciously leaned in towards you, but instead you moved in to your right in order to pass.
and now three times: after lunch, having just watched you walk away after cupping the side of his face and leaning in, only to be met with you wiping crumbs off his face.
"kazuha, is something the matter?"
he stares at you before flashing you a smile you're certain is bound to be trouble.
"not at all, but would you like to explain your actions today?"
"what actions?"
"are you playing coy with me now, y/n?"
"whatever are you talking about?"
kazuha leans in, reaching to grasp your chin and adjusting it to match your eyes to his. his eyes flicker down to your lips and the butterflies in your stomach swarm almost violently.
then, he stops, pulling back with an overly-sweet smile.
"still don't know what i'm talking about?"
you swallow thickly, taking in the peeved expression in his eyes. whoopsies.
— 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 / 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞
he should be used to these types of long night chats. he wants to be used to the way your voice chimes about the challenges of the day or the pleasures of it. but he also finds it addicting all at the same time.
the light of the candles illuminate your face as he listens carefully to you. whatever you're talking about has to do with something he can no longer attempt to remember. but you haven't asked him any questions on his comprehension of the matter so he doesn't clarify anything.
instead he watches your lips. the way they look so kissable, so delectable, so... ah, what were you saying again?
scaramouche snaps out of his stupor upon hearing his name leave your tongue. but, even then he hopes his eyes weren't about to tell you what exactly he was paying attention to.
"what?" he spits out.
"nothing, you seem a little distracted."
"well, you're wrong. i'm just getting sleepy is all."
you chuckle, scooting just a couple inches over to him. "i think i understand what's going on."
your face grows nearer to his and he can feel his heart ready to beat out of his chest and his face turn redder by the second. his eyes flicker down to your lips once more and for just a moment, he has to snap those eyes down to prevent them from tattling on his intentions.
your lips just barely graze his own and by then his skin is bursting red. but, you stop and you grin at him.
"you want to kiss me, is that right?"
scaramouche's eyes light up in a strangling embarrassment, but instead of the words he's ought to say it comes out a sputtering mess of emotions and excuses.
"what!? no! of course not! you- i—" then he pauses, grasping onto your wrist, "stop saying stupid shit like that and just kiss me if you're gonna do it already, okay??"
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takami-takami · 5 months
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Keigo never really stopped to think about his size before he met you.
He's aware he's big. He has eyes. But it never really mattered much to him besides the typical "huh, nice." when glancing down that men try to pretend they don't do.
So when he first tugs his cock free and your eyes practically pop out of your head, a whisper of "Jesus Christ" escaping, his first instinct is to worry.
He's about to ask "wait, is something wrong?" before he realizes it's not fear, but admiration he sees in those eyes that are laser-focused and transfixed between his legs.
Well. Maybe a little bit of fear. But it's a good kind.
It doesn't take him long at all to develop an ego.
By the third time he has you sobbing on his thick cock, insides stretched to the brim while his thighs grind against your ass, those sweet little words he coos carry an unshakeable confidence.
Words like, "you can take it baby, c'mon, it's okay. Shh, it's alright, so good f'me. Take me inside, baby. I'll make it fit. You've done it before, yeah? So proud of you, you take big cock so good."
Before long, he's faking obnoxious yawns next you on the couch— an excuse to place his arms behind the seat and spread his legs apart, enticing your predictable stare. He couldn't hold back that knowing grin if he tried. His boisterous laugh in response to your accusation of "stop being a slut, Kei'" only ceases once it's cut off by a moan, your knees thudding against the floor to properly kiss his prominent bulge through the clothes.
By the tenth time, he praises himself nearly as much as you.
"You love taking this fat fuckin' cock, don't you? Love being split open on my dick, yeah? Only mine? Shit— yeah, you do. Don't even care that it's stretching your guts, do you? Nah, you love it, you fuckin' love it. 'S that why you're screaming so loud, baby? Sound so pretty when you do. Get your head out the pillow, wanna hear you. Wanna hear that pretty voice scream my name when I take you."
"Mine," he snarls. "All fuckin' mine."
Once the post-nut clarity hits, he promises he'll go back to normal: wings drooping in apology like a kicked puppy as he thumbs away your thick tears of pleasure.
"Ah... Sorry, baby. Wasn't too rough, was I? You did so good. You sore? Want me to run a bath?"
All you're capable of providing is a shaky thumbs up.
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dykeseesgod · 1 year
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LETS FUCK(NG GO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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heartsfourdazai · 4 months
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when they walk in on you changing
dazai, atsushi, chuuya, fyodor, akutagawa
warnings: lowercase writing, suggustive? (not to extreme), cursing!
a/n: reader is referred as they/them! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! this is also my first time writing for fyodor!!! plz expect him to be so out of character- 🙃 also- i can't speak russian- so apologies for any spelling mistakes- i used google translate...part two??
dazai osamu 🩹
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stop.
he would become such a flirt.
after a long day of work, there was nothing more he wanted than to come home and be greeted by his sweet belladonna.
by long i mean him literally just annoying kunikida to death and not lifting a finger- barely.
the sound of the keys clashing together was deaf in your ears as you were wearing headphones.
you were in your room, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear.
you were rummaging through your drawer, softly singing to yourself as you picked a pair of pajama pants.
meanwhile, your boyfriend has entered the apartment, locking the door behind him.
he called out for you, however no response was given.
he grew suspicious...but didn't panic.
he called out for you again, taking off his tan trenchcoat and hung it on the hook beside the front door.
as he entered deeper into the apartment, he heard the soft sound of your singing.
his eyes lingered over to the half-closed door of your bedroom you and he shared.
he peeked his eye in the crack- and smiled to himself. slowly he opened the door wider, watching you softly shake your butt as you vibed to your song.
headphones still upon your head.
dazai's smile turned into a smirk as he entered the room.
you picked a pair of pants- now putting them on- still unaware dazai was in the room as well.
before you could put your leg into the pant leg- you felt your right headphone lift upward, and a whisper tickled your ear.
"well~ this isn't what i was expecting when coming home~"
"HOLY SHI-"
you screamed.
throwing your pants at dazai's direction and fell backwards on the bedsheets.
his laughter filled the room as he held your pants in his arms- towering over you.
"DAZAI!!"
"hi 'donna~" he winked, and you blushed mad.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
you covered your body with the blankets as dazai gasped; "this isn't just your room! we share this room, remember?"
"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S THE PRESIDENTS ROOM- GET OUT!" you whined, throwing pillows at him and he held his arms up in defense.
"okay-okay! i'm leaving!" he laughed, starting to walk out of the room.
"eh- HEY! GIVE ME MY PANTS BACK!-DAZAI!"
when you finished changing, you awkwardly walked out of the room and peeked your head through the living room where you saw dazai lounging on the couch watching tv.
he noticed you from the corner of his eye and smirked, "and they return from their hiding~"
you blushed.
"shut up! i will shove a sock down your throat-"
"after seeing that body~ i hope it's more then a soc-"
you proceed to toss a pillow at him and tackle him- hitting him over and over again as he begged for mercy.
atsushi nakajima 🐯
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dudes a sweetheart.
gives you privacy.
first- he woke you up.
in the sweetest way possible.
with a kiss on the nose, leading to your cheeks, neck, jaw, bridge of your nose, forehead, temple..until he reached your lips.
he smiled hearing you stir awake, "morning, sunshine.." he whispered, brushing your bangs away from your face.
"..mornin'.." you yawned, rubbing your eyes.
he giggled at your cat like strech and kissed your cheek, getting out from under the covers...that just lead to you hiding under all of them- having all the room to yourself.
"you have to get up to, y'know?" he reminded, peeking at the clock that read 5: 56, "we have work!"
all you did was nod.
he smiled and left the room- going to the bathroom with his dress attire.
2 minutes passed and he has yet to come back to the room, so you assumed you'd just get changed here.
so you rolled out of bed, getting your work attire set and ready.
you pulled your shirt off your body, and laid it on your bed. you took your pants off- and was about to put on the pants until you heard the door open.
as atsushi opened the door; you whip your head toward him as you yelped and fell onto the bed and backwards onto the floor.
"OH my god- Y/N!!" he cried, rushing over to you and was about to ask if you were okay until he noticed...you were half-naked.
he screamed, apologies left and right, up and down until he covered his eyes and ran backward, hitting the bed and falling the same way you did perviously.
"I'M SO SORRY BABE- I-I DIDNT KNOW- OH I'M SO SORRY!!!"
as you both were a blushing mess, atsushi ran out.
5 minutes later, you exited the room and saw atsushi in the living room.
he was biting his nails and bouncing his leg.
until he noticed your figure.
"Y/N- i'm so sorry!! i didn't mean to walk in on you- i had no idea! i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable─"
you cupped his face and laughed, "it's okay- atsushi! it was an accident!"
he felt glad you weren't upset with him- and made sure to always make sure to knock when he knows your in the room.
chuuya nakahara 🍷
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like atsushi.
he's a gentlemen and respects your privacy.
it was late, and chuuya called to let you know he was working overtime.
your heart flutters each time he lets you know because he remembers you- even doing the most deadliest of jobs known to man.
as he was at work you had the apartment all to yourself; which you of course took advantage of him not being here.
you looked through he wine collection, tasting the ones that seemed to interest you.
you looekd through his hat collection; aka basically his closet- and had your own small fashion show.
hours passed- and the time was 12:26pm.
you didn't get his message about him coming home; so your boyfriend entered the apartment.
"y/n- i'm home!
silence.
he heard some music echo from your bedroom; which sparks his curiousity.
he slowly walked toward the room, and opened he door.
"y/n-"
"CHUUYA!!"
you screamed, having nothing but your pants on and putting on the shirt until you heard him walk in.
his eyes widened as he closed the door- apologizing.
silence.
awkward silence.
as you left your room after getting changed, you found chuuya sitting on the couch leaning forward and playing with ths fingers.
"oh- y/n! h-how was your day?" he asked, suddenly noticing you and sat more comfortably on the couch.
you had a blush on your face as you nod, "my day was...good."
he placed his lips together to make a straight line and nodded; "that's-good.."
you suddenly burst out into laughter, causing him to now blush.
"what-what's so funny?"
"your-haha!-more embarrassed then-haha-i was!!"
he turned red and looked away from you, crossing his arms.
"i-shut up! lock the damn door next time!"
fyodor dostoevsky 🫀
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bastard.
FOUCKING bastard.
you begged him; getting on all fours and to his feet; and begged him to take you to the pool he owned...somehow...for some reason (just go with it PLZ)
with a sigh, he agreeded and allowed you to have; what- 3 hours of the pool to yourself?
you ran- SPEED RAN- to your bedroom and packed for the pool.
you know- the essentials. swimsuit, towel, slippers/flip-flops, etc.
he watched you get ready with a sly smile on his face from his desk.
the way you got so excited to go to this pool- pleased him??? idk, he just felt good- anyway.
you called out to him that you'll see him in the pool as well??
hm- we'll see.
timeskip to you reaching the indoor pool.
it was HUGE.
WHY WAS HE KEEPING THIS FROM YOU- WHO EVEN IS HE??
oh yeah- nvm. lmao.
you rushed to the change rooms, excited to step into the pool.
you've been stressed all week; unable to find any relaxation at all- accept this one time...you are 100% taking advantage of this!
because- we'll it was empty, you decided to just change in the middle of the room where the room was.
you took of your shirt- revealing your bare skin.
next was your pants.
as you took them off; you noticed your butt in the mirror reflection-
oh.
okay.
damn, fyodor, that lucky bastard.
you grinned to yourself- wiggling your butt side to side and giggled to yourself.
then, you slapped it gently.
and again- then moved up down your thigh.
suddenly- you heard a familair voice-
"would you rather spend your hours looking at yourself in the mirror; or go in the pool with me? because- i can take either or."
with a scream you bounced backwards toward the mirror.
"HOLY GRAVY AND CHEESE-"
you blushed- realizing it was fyodor.
you quickly tried to grab your towel and wrap it around yourself. before you could try to wrap it all around your body- fyodor suddenly appeared in front of you.
HOW DID HE GET HERE SO FAST-
he rubbed a hand on your hip, close to your stomach.
"hm~ you've been hiding this beautiful body from me for weeks, дорогой?"
you blushed hard. feeling his hot breath on your neck-
"f-fyodor..too-close.."
he kissed your lips, cutting you off.
you melted into fast...
you pulled away panting..
"pool?"
he asked and you nodded slowly...
giggling softly..
"i'm ready when you are..."
akutagawa rynnosuke 🩸
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he would be embarrassed
awkwardly leave the room...with a blush on his face.
it was late at night, time was around 11:34pm.
you were tired when you got home from work.
your a member of the ADA; yet dating one of the most dangerous port mafia members.
entering your apartment, you kicked of your shoes and left your coat on the floor.
you had no idea akutagawa was home so when you entered your bedroom you shared with him.
you took off your pants and went to the drawer to pick some pants.
as you found pants, you put them on. now taking off your shirt.
meanwhile, akutagawa exits from the bathroom and walked toward the bedroom.
he didn't notice it a crack open, so as he enters.
you freeze.
he freezes.
he has a blush on his face as he looked at your upper bare body.
you blushed.
he slowly closed the door and left..
you were red.
he just..left?
said nothing?
well what was he suppose to say??
minutes after you finished changing into your pajamas...you went to find akutagawa.
he was just in the living room, staring into a void.
you walked toward him slowly...
"ryu?"
he looked at you and was about o leave-
"wait!!" you stopped him.
"are you okay?"
he held his head low.
"i didn't mean to walk in on you...i assumed you thought i was a creep and so i left...i should be asking if your okay.."
you frowned, "aku- aha! it's okay- your my partner!! it's okay to see each other naked...even if its accidental..." you shrugged.
he nods slightly and held your hand, "please let me know if i ever make you uncomfortable...i hate knowing i did..."
you kisses his knuckles, "of course~ i love you!"
"....i love you, too."
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niebalkys-bliss4-69 · 5 months
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"Desperté anhelando besos, como tatuajes en la tierra fértil de mis labios".
🖋🦋I&M469☁
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chaos-is-beautifvl · 10 months
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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lip gallagher x implied fem!reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re not sure why you feel the way you do but everything is just so overwhelming. what better way to relieve stress than by going to bug your favorite cocky bastard? || preview here
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, tiny bit of anxiety, light smut, soft!lip, reader is referred to as ‘girlfriend (once), princess, and baby’, no use of y/n
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k (2203)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: a reupload because the first didn’t post properly for some reason i have an idea or two for our fav southside boy in the works, but in the meantime, feel very free to send me a request or just shoot me an ask with lip brainrot. i welcome all here.
also! i made a ko-fi, link here! totally not required but greatly appreciated if you want to support!
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You’re tired, unbelievably so. You can’t fathom being in this class for another minute. When you slowly direct your gaze to the clock on the wall, you thank whatever higher power is at work that you only have a few minutes before the class ends.
The professor can barely bid his farewells before you’re out the door. You don’t remember ever moving so fast, but you can’t wait to be in the comfort and safety of your room. 
Walking to your destination, you notice how heavy your body feels. It seems like you’re carrying double your weight as you drag yourself. The only thing getting you through is knowing that soon enough, you’ll be able to toss your books aside and rid yourself of the clothes that feel far too tight and warm and- 
You groan, suddenly feeling oh so overwhelmed. Once you reach your shared campus apartment, you can’t help sighing in relief. The tension almost dissipates as you rummage through your bag for your key, letting yourself in. What greets you, however, is nothing short of comforting. Your roommate is currently on the couch, looking like they’re about two kisses away from having sex.
Your annoyed sigh catches their attention, and they separate from their partner long enough to send you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I thought I texted.” The person underneath whispers something in their ear. You barely hide your disgust when your roommate giggles. “We’ll be quiet.”
You must look skeptical - as you should, taking into consideration the many times when they have, in fact, not been quiet - because your roommate lifts their pinky, “Promise.”
You ignore how they barely wait for you to take your leave before starting back again. Your only focus is quickly entering your room and stripping yourself of those ultra-suffocating clothes. You let out a breath of air, inhaling and exhaling and exhaling and inhaling. 
Burying yourself in your blankets, you lay your head on your pillows and feel yourself start to drift off. The day’s stress fades as you close your eyes, welcoming sleep.
And you do just that until a loud thump wakes you from your daze. You go on high alert, thinking something is awry. Only when you hear moaning do you pinpoint the disruption.
That fucking liar, you silently seethe, attempting to block the increasingly loud moans from reaching your ears. Of course, they weren’t going to be quiet. It was like they had no sense of privacy or respect, for that matter.
Based on previous experience, you knew that sleep stood no chance against the literal bumping and grinding of your roommate and their partner right outside your room. With a frustrated sigh, you pull yourself out of bed, slipping on a hoodie and sweatpants. At least these clothes don’t feel so suffocating.
You move around your room in the dark to find your shoes. You weren’t sure where you’d kicked them when you came home, hazardously tossing your clothes off so you could dive into bed. You think about turning the light on, but considering the headache begging for stimulus, you decide against it.
You finally come across a pair of shoes - well, correction: slippers. Better than nothing, you think as you slide your feet inside. You bring your hood down over your head, practically shielding your face before leaving your room. 
The sounds are even louder as you walk past the couch, and you mentally note to rearrange the living room the next time you don’t feel like shit.
You practically stomp over to the door, not even caring to be quiet. If your roommate doesn’t give a flying fuck, neither do you. They pause long enough for your roommate to apologize with what you know is another sheepish smile.
“Whatever,” you roll your eyes as you open the door, “fuck both of you.”
You close the door behind you and almost laugh when you remember they were doing just that. You’re not sure which is worse: staying in the apartment with your roommate being extremely loud or having nowhere to go. You think about it for a second when you realize that both are equally as bad.
You’re about to start stressing again when you think of something, someone else. As you meander through the apartment hallways, grimacing at every loud noise you encounter, you flip out your phone and text the one person you know won’t disrespect your privacy like your roommate.
hey, can i come over?
The elevator dings, and you pocket your phone, boarding the chute. You grimace at the bright lights and the loud chattering of the two people in the corner. While you realize they don’t mean to be so obnoxious, you sigh heavily, waiting to reach your desired floor. 
Just when you think you’ll combust if you hear one more hyena-like laugh, the elevator dings again, and when you sigh this time, it’s in relief.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you check it as you step off, beginning your walk down the hall.
aww, u missed me, didn’t u?
Your eyes roll as a smile tugs at your lips. You’re about to respond when another text comes through.
come on over since u just can’t live without me
The cocky bastard, you muse, not bothering to text back when you approach the door you’ve been desperately waiting to see. You go to knock when the door opens, and you perk up a bit, only to frown when you notice it’s not the person you came to bother.
Tyler, you think that’s his name, grins at you and opens the door wider for you to step inside. “Hey, Lip, your girlfriend’s here.” 
Lip emerges and greets you with a sly smirk. “That was quick. Bet you were racing to get here.”
Upon seeing your favorite cocky asshole, you feel your stress relieving. With a scoff and roll of your eyes, you deny the accusation. “One, I wasn’t racing. And two, I think we both know who can’t live without who here, and just a hint: it’s not me.”
Lip bites back a laugh, dipping his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants as he brings you closer. His lips are pressed against yours before you even register him leaning in. When you do, he’s pulling away, leaving you chasing after him. 
The brunet laughs then, “What was that again, babe? Something about you being able to live without me?”
You huff, the corners of your mouth tilt down, and your brows crease. It was such a Lip thing to rub it in your face. If the roles were reversed, you know for a fact Lip would be all over you.
“C’mere, you baby.” Lip pulls you closer to him, smirking as he kisses you again. You press into him, sighing softly against his mouth. It seemed like with each kiss, your stress was slowly melting away.
You felt the brunet’s exploratory hands caressing the skin beneath your waistband. Before they can reach any further, a laugh comes from behind you. “Aren’t you two just so cute?”
Shit, you flush with embarrassment. So caught up with him, you forgot Tyler there by the door. You go to move away from the brunet, but he holds you still, one hand cradling your head and the other raising his middle finger to his friend.
It’s a simple ‘fuck you’ that only sends the other male into boisterous laughter. 
“Okay, okay,” Tyler snickers, “I’m going.” The door opens once more, and right before it closes, Tyler calls over his shoulder, “Don’t have too much fun, kiddos.”
If you think you were embarrassed before, it doesn’t surpass now as you finally separate from him, face burning as you plant it on his chest.
You feel the brunet’s chest rumbling as he attempts to contain his laughter. “C’mon, let’s go to my room before Tyler starts creeping on us.”
You follow behind him like a lost puppy, allowing him to pull you along. You don’t realize your eyes are closed until you fall on his bed. Shooting a glare at the brunet, you right yourself on the bed.
His response is a cocky grin, and if you weren’t feeling like crap, you might rip him a new one. Instead, you roll your eyes, laying back on the pillows. 
“So, what’s got you in such a pissy mood?” You hear shuffling next to you and direct your gaze to the brunet, who is pulling his tee over his head. As shitty as you feel, you allow yourself to keep your eyes on how his muscles shift and contract. 
“My eyes are up here, baby,” You can hear his sarcastic tone, and you slowly drag your attention away from his chest and arms to his face. 
“I know. I guess you can say I was,” you pause, pretending to look for the correct word, “admiring the view.” 
You hear the bed creak before you feel it dip as Lip hovers above you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You mean you’re having a bad day because you want my dick? Aw, princess, you could’ve just said so. I’m more than happy to help.”
“Fuck you, Gallagher.” You try to sound annoyed, but your breath of laughter betrays you. “And I’m having a shitty day because I’m tired as shit, and my roommate is fucking.” Lip looks confused, so you clarify. “Like actually fucking, which sucks ass. So I’m here because I need some TLC.”
“Thick Long Cock?”
A laugh rips through your chest as you push the brunet away. “You’re fucking awful. You know damn well I meant Tender Love and Care, not fucking Thick Long-” You can’t even finish your sentence through your laughter.
When you’ve calmed down, you look up to see him staring down at you with a genuine smile, not a smirk or a grin. The quickening pitter-patter of your heart is interrupted when the brunet leans down to peck at your lips. “Got you to laugh, didn’t I?”
The sneaky bastard. You shake your head, unable to hide your simpering grin. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down for another kiss. Then another. And another. And just once more.
You’re satisfied now, and you let him know just that. Though, just because you are doesn’t mean he is. The next thing you know, your face and neck are peppered with kisses that have you squirming away.
“Lip…” you groan as his kisses become more frequent and sensual. He pulls back only to look down at you with that motherfucking cocky smirk you’ve come to love and hate. 
“Thought you wanted some TLC?”
“You’re the most awful person I’ve ever known,” you sigh, pretending to be annoyed. Lip could read right through your facade.
One hand slides under your hoodie, prompting goosebumps despite the warmth, as the other holds him up. Lip’s fingers trailed up to your breast, but he paused. “This okay?” He asks, stroking the skin just below. 
You’re sure he can hear the quickening beat of your heart as you nod, “Yeah, yeah, it’s okay.”
“Just my luck then, huh?” is asked as his hand encompasses your breast, eliciting a shaky breath from you when he presses against your nipple. He squeezes and palms and pinches and pulls, alternating from breast to breast until you’re moaning soft and quiet, digging your teeth into your bottom lip.
When you had come over, you hadn’t been expecting this. But you can’t complain. And as much as it would stroke the brunet’s already enormous ego, you can’t deny that Lip’s fingers are incredibly skilled.
Your hoodie is pulled higher, so you lift yourself to help him remove it. If he was giving you the front-row seat to his show, the least you could be is a pliant audience member. You’ve barely closed your eyes, laying your head on the pillow, when he licks at your nipples. The cold air and his earlier ministrations have increased your sensitivity, and you can’t stop a choked whimper from escaping.
“Fuck, Lip!” His teeth scrape against the hardening buds, and you can’t remember why you were so on edge earlier.
A breath of laughter sounds above you, prompting your eyes to flutter open. “Feels good?” If your brain wasn’t so muddled by the pleasure he gave you, you might ask why he asks questions he already knows the answers to.
Instead, you add fuel to the fire, maintaining eye contact as you look at him through your lashes, “Yeah, it feels good.”
A slight dimple appears as he grins, “You know, you’re kinda hot when you get confident like that.”
During the pause in pleasure, your brain clears some, and you raise a questioning brow. “Kinda?” 
Lip corrects himself, “No, not kinda. I mean, so fucking hot that it gets my dick all hard.”
Your eyes widen at his vulgar choice of words. It takes a second to regain your composure, “Screw you.”
“I’d like to screw you more, princess.” Lip says as he adjusts to sit on his knees, still hovering above you. His hands find themselves home on your thighs, “So, how about you let me give you some more stress relief?”
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kisuga · 2 years
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who am i y’all
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sweet dreams.
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synopsis : it was yet another sleepless night for you— peter, of course, wasn't going to allow that.
pairing : bf!peter parker x reader
wc : 502
warnings : nothing worth warning <3 unless you’re against tooth rotting fluff !!!!! it’s all FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFF !! a comfort fic for my night owls out there who refuse to sleep (mutuals… go to bed)
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a/n : hi ! sooo this is a rewrite of an old one, i feel like this is an improvement so i’m pretty proud of that !!! <3 hope you guys enjoy this lil fic, it’ll bring you sm joy, i promise !!!! comments, asks, reblogs, are greatly all appreciated :)
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brring! brring! brring!
a smile forms on your face as you look at your phone to see the caller id: ‘lovebug’ alongside a plethora of heart emojis. you always loved hearing from him, no matter the context, and of course you would never complain. only question was, why exactly was he calling you at 3 a.m. in the morning? 
“pete?” you answer, turning on your camera. your hair is an absolute mess, but you hardly care at this point. besides, it was peter you were talking to, he thought you were beautiful no matter how you looked.
“hi gorgeous.” just as expected. he’s predictable like that.
“my hair’s a mess, pete.” you chuckle, trying to fix it as much as you possibly could.
“i think it makes you look cute.” he’s grinning sweetly, only to see you roll your eyes in response.
“whaaaat? it’s true!”
“yeah, right.” you respond, the sarcasm clear in your voice.
“i’m serious.” his tone deepens, though it’s paired with an odd look— one that you assume was supposed to be an intimidating scowl, but it just made him look utterly adorable.
“you’re the cute one.” his grin only widens at your compliment.
“thanks, but i already know that.” he flips his (imaginary) hair, making you giggle. he can’t help but do the same once he hears you.
“anyways, why’d you call?” you ask.
“well, i swung past your window on the way home from patrol and i noticed that you weren’t asleep yet,” he pouts. oh. “i wanted to tell you to go to bed, you know you need it.”
“technically, i’m already in bed,” you quip, lying down to prove a point. he could only roll his eyes in response.
“i meant sleep, missy.” his voice was slightly stern, mimicking a mother’s voice.
“no, thank you.” you grin cheekily, though you talk in the same tone as he did, he sighs in disappointment.
“please!” he’s pleading now, using your known weakness, his ‘puppy eyes’. clearly, that wasn’t fair.
“i’m busy though!” no you weren’t, you were simply watching tv all night, or at least you were planning to.
“lovie, you’ve gotta get your beauty sleep.” he’s serious this time. you just looked at him and pouted, you did not want to sleep, despite the fact that your eyelids were beginning to feel heavier by the second.
“hm, okay, i’ll make you a deal.” that piqued your interest.
“okay, tell me.” you lean closer to your phone, peter notices that he’s got your full attention.
“maybe i could swing over for a sleepover?” he suggests, the smile on his face never leaving, “we could cuddle? i know you love those.” that was a well known fact between the two of you, it was also peter’s way to get you to fall asleep, a method that never fails.
“hm,” you mulled over the offer, but peter knew what you’d say, “okay, deal.” you say dryly in an attempt to mask your excitement.
“alright, beautiful, be there in ten.”
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a/n : hope you loved it <3 thank you for reading !!! please leave feedback, comments, and reblogs 🥰
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solarisfortuneia · 16 days
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alhaitham x reader. wc: 540. fluff. pt 3. of '—the scribe, in love.' pt. 2.
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alhaitham always, always knows when something decides to worm its way into your mind. he can practically see it wiggle around, the gears in your skull turning and the cogs moving as you chew on your fingernail. the air around you almost buzzes with the energy of the idea bouncing in your head.
he watches you carefully throughout the day, one eye on his work and another on you. you keep stealing what he's sure you think are covert glances, and he bites back the urge to make a remark. instead, he decides to wait. 
when you approach him in the evening, two books tucked to your chest, he knows he'll find out soon enough. 
the countdown begins when you bring his head to your lap while he reads. with every page you flip above his head, he mentally marks another number.
three. two. one. 
“alhaitham?” 
there it is. he hums in response, eyes never parting from the words in his page.
“how do you feel about nicknames?”
now that, he did not expect. as he chooses his next words carefully, he carefully studies the glint in your eyes. idly, he wonders why you asked.
"i have no opinions about them," he says, after a few moments of silence. 
"so," you stretch out the 'o' sound, "can i call you my darling?"
"unexpected." he blinks. "but i don't see why not," odd, but a harmless request.
"can i call you sweetheart too, then?" 
"call me whatever you like," he sits up, deciding to get a drink of water. he only just takes a sip when you pipe up next.
"what about calling you my snookums?"
he chokes.  you and your timing. "does that word even exist in the dictionary?" he asks, attempting to nonchalantly distract you. 
goodness knows that if he let even a single moment of weakness show, you'd pick up on it and use the nickname on him for eternity. and if kaveh got wind of it?
the architect would haunt him with it for months.
you sigh, and that's when he knows you're nowhere near done. but you say nothing, so he assumes you're satisfied for the time being.
hours later, night blankets sumeru city, inky sky enveloping all. you've been suspiciously silent about your earlier topic of conversation. 
it is not until the two of you are comfortably settled in bed, your head resting on his outstretched arm as you face his chest, that he sees the gears turn once again. your eyes are soft, and your hand gently strokes his cheek. 
"can i call you hai-hai?" you ask, voice not louder than a breath next to his ear. 
color starts to dance on his cheeks, and he averts his eyes. he opens his mouth in protest, but words die in his throat.
who would've thought the acting grand sage, one who knows so, so many words, in so many languages, would be rendered speechless by a nickname, and such a silly one at that?
you do not wait for a response. a smile slowly spreads across your face and the hand on your face squishes, then pokes his cheek.
"hai-hai it is, then." you press a kiss to his nose. "goodnight, hai-hai."
you'd be the death of him.
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sunnemona · 1 month
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☆lone star
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kelin-is-writing · 8 months
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no because, listen to me, when having sex with dabi the two of you have to be pressed flush against each others as he pounds roughly into your wet pussy, he must feel your sweaty bodies brushing against one another; your nipples rubbing over his as the room is filled with the slapping sounds of your hips meeting, the squelching of your juices mixed, your moans, his groans, the heat around you two and the scent of sex lingering in the air drives him to the edge very easily. and then his eyes roll back into his skull as he presses the tip of his dick as deep as he can, spurting white hot thick ropes into your womb with a wolfish smirk on his mismatched lips that go to kiss your neck as he nuzzles into the crook of it, hugging you even closer when he feels your arms surround his neck tenderly while kissing him on the top of his head. that’s when a genuine, yet tired, smile paints his hidden lips as he presses them onto your skin, fluttering his eyes closed.
“ahh ah... my precious baby who always makes me happy...”
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sonder-paradise · 10 months
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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬
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◊ ft. osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, gn!reader
◊ genre. fluff, absolutely whipped for you tbh
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— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢
you don't notice it at first. but his gaze his gentle and suiting. yosano calls you from her office and, of course, you're leaping from your desk to answer her question. you hover near the entrance of her office, discussing a meeting you had with the agency just the previous night.
dazai pauses his work. the sun is setting turning the office a decadent shade of crimson and orange. but his eyes trail over to your figure in the entrance of yosano's office. his hands are interlaced neatly into each other and his chin rests just so on them. his eyes glisten as he soaks in your presence in the careening light.
he's just so enraptured by you. a sort of horrid feeling of adoration boils in the depths of his chest and he just can't admit that he's taken some form of affection for you.
as you turn, dazai's eyes glaze over and he can feel his breath escape from his lips. for the first time, he feels uncertain. should he play it off? look away? laugh and pretend he's not absolutely infatuated by your every waking minutes on earth?
"something the matter, osamu?"
and, oh god, his stomach churns when you speak his name so beautifully, so achingly.
"nothing," he croons, smiling as he tears his gaze away.
— 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚
the lovely, warmth of the alcohol in the back of your throat buzzes tenderly. you're chatting with hirotsu about something vague. the rest of today's mission is surrounded by nothing but memories of things unworthy of mention. at your side is chuuya, who peers into the depths of his wine glass with apprehension.
then, his eyes trail to your face. he wants to blame it on the alcohol. it would be so easy to let fragile words tumble from his mouth and into your heart, but he's not tipsy enough for this. instead, his eyes linger on the way your lips move to answer a question, the way the smile crinkles your skin, and the way your eyes wrinkle with gratuity.
fuck, his mind is a mess and it isn't even that late yet. he's drunk on your laughter, your smile, your... everything. the red painted on his cheeks does nothing to hide his pure devotion to your very being as you turn to check up on him.
chuuya can barely comprehend your words properly. his eyes are zeroed in on your expression, a look of concern flashing across your face as you place a hand on his cheek. he's about ready to choke on the wine in the back of his throat.
"you feeling okay, chuuya?"
he stutters out something inaudible and curses vaguely when you smile. he swears he's making it so obvious he's head over heels for you.
"feeling fine..."
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