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physical affection

includes; dazai, chūya, ranpo, atsushi

tags; these get just slightly suggestive (but its nothing too much).headcanons + some drabbles & shorts. these r longer than it should be - I got so carried away

I just woke up so if u find mistakes pls let me know :) I'm posting this before I come up with an excuse to delete it altogether

—DAZAI

handsy - that's really the only descriptor you need.

honestly, everyone knows you're his partner with how he acts around you; hand on your thigh, waist, shoulder. having to kindly smack him on the back of his head when his hands trailed a little too far-

^ only for him to send you a pout and doe like eyes that fade when you indulge him a kiss. he has zero shame (often at the expense of receiving a sneer from kunikida who had the misfortune of witnessing sometimes. even then, he didn't stop kissing you)

favorite spot is the inside of your palms and knuckles - with a lingering yield on your pulse point. if you ever kiss those areas on him, he'll have cartoon hearts around him & everything

holding his face though? call him your pretty boy or literally anything sappy and he thinks he might just die on the spot.

on the flip side he's also… a bit of a bitch.

traces your bottom lip tauntingly with his thumb, the other is cupping your head to keep your gaze on him. he maintains keen eye contact and relishes in the way you crack while he remains steady.

his mouth is so close that when he speaks, you could feel it vibrate against your lips. but he never closes the distance, he makes you do that instead for teasing benefits :/(if you're shorter than him, it's so over)

revoke his kissing rights and he trails like a lost puppy behind you. " just one, bella?" he whines when you maneuver your head away. it's cute seeing him get all pouty - not so much when his patience runs thin and he takes matters into his own hands

-> caging you in his physique and kissing you hard. fingers calloused are rubbing against your jaw or brushing past your ear to interlock, teasing the surface of the skin as he does so. he enjoys the tremors and shivers it elicits, such reactions becoming burned in the back of his head.

you could barely make a sound with the vigor he expresses his cravings in with your bottom lip becoming captured between his canines

contrary to his theatrical displays, however, i also believe he exhibits a softened demeanor when cherishing you proper (soft dazai agenda)

the tempo of his kisses are slow yet not in accordance with his teasing. while the meandering of his hands grows greedy, when he speaks his voice is reduced to a low whisper, mumbling sweet phrases with each kiss.

✿

dazai wants to blame the bottom of sake for his vermillion flushed cheeks. more alarmingly, he wanted to ignore the way his heart squeezed when you reciprocated the kiss.

" darling," he pulls away, studying your expression. your hair was tousled, a swell blooming on your bottom lip from his recurrent nibbling and ministrations. the moment wasn't perfect, but he could bask in it for a lifetime. " are you getting sleepy?"

the pretty brown eyes you met were half-lidded and blinking. his bangs traced along your forehead from where he hovered, and if you squint, perhaps you would have noticed how the pink of his cheeks deepened the tiniest bit when you laughed at the tickling sensation.

you murmur something intelligible, the words swallowed by his mouth; he shivers when the syllables reverbate against him and the hand at your hip falters slightly. when he reels back, he remains close enough for his forehead to brush yours.

" repeat that, love."

" i said," you mumble, kissing the corner of his mouth. " can we to stay like this forever?"

almost instantaneously his body shakes in anticipation, heart lurching at the sincerity; how can you be so honest to a known liar like him? he slowly nods, his body arching until your chests were touching and breath pricked at your cheek. ever greedily, he seeks out another exchange, this one careful with a lingering touch of desperation.

an "okay" became lost as he gingerly grabs your chin, angling it just the tiniest bit to deepen it. in between the withdrawals and recoil, dazai chooses to ignore the way his breath stills in the pinnacle of moment, made potent when he twines his hand with yours. he provides the appendage a firm squeeze in coordination with the stirring in his chest, your inhales and exhales becoming synchronized.

he can't lie, he's been thinking just as much.

✿

dazai also likes your hands. chances are his are bigger than yours and he finds himself comparing hand sizes with you. his eyes crinkle when your fingers are dwarfed by his.

adjoined limbs are swayed back and forth when you walk together. same applies with intertwined legs, but when he's not busy doing that, he's playing footsie beneath the table.

he needs to be with you whenever he can!! the spot across your table remains permanently empty as he makes a home of sitting as close as possible next to you instead

he can't even be embarrassed with overly sappy displays, not when he's loving it twice as much. " good morning, osamu," you once said, palms cupping his face. he doesn't know if something has ever made his heartbeat spiked as hard as that did. " can I have a kiss?"

if he didn't turn to putty from the request alone, then it was the way you circled your thumbs on his cheekbones when he brushes his lips to yours. tentatively, he curls his hands behind your waist, holding you close before you get too far.

" can i have some more?" his eyes are shimmering in mischief as ever but his skin has progressively grown warmer since you've found him.

dazai is cuddly. getting to hold you close and listen to your heartbeat? yeah, he could die happy right now

unsurprisingly, napping with him is among his favorite passing time activities.

the closest you may get to see a vulnerable side to him is if you card your fingers through his hair. admittedly, he finds it troubling how his built-up walls crumble so easily with a couple of strokes. but the only thing he can focus on now is the sensation of fingers devoid of pain carefully tend through his hair and how warm his chest feels

kisses on the forehead when you're in need of comfort ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

✿

" i'm right here, love." when you glance up at him with red eyes and puffy cheeks he could feel his heart break right into two. even more so when your voice cracks and he tries to hide the way his face drops when it echoes in the somber ambience.

attentively, he cups your cheeks as his lips apply delicate pressure against your forehead. he sighs when he feels your trembling hands subdue and your breathing regulate; its panning against his skin rivaled any other comfort he could ever receive.

" better?" when you nod, he could feel his grin return, just a bit weaker. " today has been hard on you. get some rest."

" can you stay with me?" he already knew the answer in his head but it still makes chest swarm tremendously.

he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, lips brushing your forehead again. " of course."

he wasn't the one needing comfort and yet he still felt a deep-rooted tingle right in his chest when you hugged him closer than usual. he depised the circumstances behind it, but he couldn't deny the way it made his barren chest feel less akin to a husk when you felt so secured against him.

his hands start to comb shrough your hair, watching as the strands bend between his fingers and he ensures to provide your scalp proper attention now and again.

he wasn't sure if he'll be able to sleep, he was more concerned in making sure you did.

he blinks when you move to press your cheek against his chest, right where his heart should be. " thank you," your words were muffled against clothes, sending vibrations along his bones.

" you don't have to thank me." he places a last kiss to your forehead, the longest one of the night. his legs shift to intertwine with yours, listening keenly to the sound of your breath until it slows into an assuaging rhythm.

dazai can't recall the last time he had to take care of someone. it's made apparent as he grapples with uncertainty - almost becoming overwhelming with how powerless he felt in the situation.

though tonight, he was sure to hold you a little tighter.

✿

likewise if you kiss his scars and the skin beneath the bandages, he could feel the breath in his throat still and his heart do cartwheels. it's been so void of human touch for so long and he appreciates the care you exhibit towards something he considers to be ugly.

" all better now!" you punctuated your words with a kiss to the newly coiled cotton on his arms. dazai could do nothing but swallow hard, his "thank you" mumbled under his breath; he didn't like the pain, but it wasn't so awful when you spoiled him like this ♡

neck kisses + scattering the expanse of your throat with baby bruises you can not hide. afterwards, he traces it out with his index finger while he takes in the markings with great interest.

when it starts to fade he gladly renews them

✿

" that tickles," you murmur, voice reduced to a whisper; you couldn't trust yourself, not with dazai scattering kisses along the exposed patches of your neck. the rehearsal of which doesn't falter, even when you tug on his increasingly unruly curls.

" my apologies, 'bella," you wince as he captures a patch of your skin between his teeth. " i think i've found my favorite form of art." he has the gall to feign a tone of sympathy, lips arcuated at the growing disparity.

in addition to the nibbling, his fingers skimmed along your torso, moving in taunting lines he knew ran your sanity thin. dazai knew all the places that made you shiver, it was a piece of information that became abused with the movement of his hands in that moment.

against your rationality, you sunk into his touch, fingers twitching along his roots. it brought a simper you couldn't see but his satisfaction is made apparent when his actions grow sloppy, scattering along the expanse of your throat and meandering along your collarbone.

" you had every chance to leave," he smirks when you don't reply, content with the way your nails briefly printed on him. predictably, he gives another nibble on your skin, tugging back gently. " this might be my favorite spot."

right on the center of your unguarded throat.

" i can't hide those there."

he laughs, breath cascading skin. " that's what i want, darling." he thinks he might lose himself when you bring a particular tug in his hair, a sound akin to a grunt reverberating against your throat.

" you're being mean." dazai makes the mistake of pulling back, gracing him with your disheveled hair, reddened lips and growing streaks of red. already he finds it to be his favorite piece of jewelry.

" don't look so down," he pressed a kiss to one of the blooming blemishes, grinning as it became more pronounced. " you'll get your turn soon."

—CHŪYA

he takes his gloves off when he goes to touch your face. he doesn't want the sensation of skin on skin to be hamper by the piece of article.

kisses to your temples & neck are exchanges he shares on the frequent. though depending on the height difference, it may also be a gesture reserved for when you're sitting on his lap or cuddled up into him. head kisses in particular feel appropriate for anything really

as for himself, i'd say he likes to be kiss on the lips(mainly so he can distract from the growing crimson that tickles his forehead)

but it's hard with the handsome face chūya has. his growing pout tells you he's growing impatient when you favor his cheeks, but the hand gripping your sleeves are so counterproductive

" can you do it properly?" he gruffs, brows furrowing that weaken by your persistence. his skin was growing warm from the kisses you spoiled him with but it hardly compares to the proper thing on his lips, aching for the familar sensation almost painfully.

he shivers when you trail to his mouth, just shy of it and his grip tightens. " like this?"

his eyes flutter shut when you close the distance and before he could realize it, his hands began to sift through your hair. " yeah," his exhale was shaky, voice dropping to a low lilt. " don't stop that."

he sleeps with his head buried in your stomach - his nose is brushing against your abdomen with toned arms slithering around you like a form of cocoon

it reaches a peak when you brush your thumb over his scalp, and you can physically note the way the muscles in his body sink. you can't see his face, greeted instead by a cascade of reds; but his lips pull into a grin at the action

it grants you the opportunity to play with his hair. and sometimes, when he wakes up to find the claw clips and cute brooches that push his bangs aside and show off his pretty eyes, he won't be tempted to remove them right away.

✿

he wanted to roll his eyes when he saw you pull out the collection of hair clips, taunting pastels and neons gawking back at him. but he has to admit, he stopped caring the moment you started to play with his strands of hair. the locks weaved through your fingers, silky and soft stirring a form of ease that compels him to remain still. when he did move, it was only in an effort to bring himself closer, almost like snuggling(though he profusely denies it as such and regards you a scoff that doesn't compliment the rest of his actions).

had he not been treading precariously the boundaries of sleep, he may have been able to pick up on the way his heart quickened; a solace riveting up his spine and leaving in the form of a breathy sigh.

he blinks his eyes at you, nose scrunched up when you start mapping out his handsome features with your thumb. " you're getting distracted."

you acknowledge his statement with a coy grin and chūya felt his heart swell even at its simplicity. "i know." you move to press your lips to his forehead; if the smile wasn't enough to dissipate the frown on his face, that was the drug.

a flash of color peeks in the corner of his eye as you draw another clip. " i was just wondering how you would look in pigtails," you joke and chūya could feel his face twist— eye twitching at your jest.

" you're pushing your luck."

" it won't be that bad, chū."

" i could leave right now." his voice was terribly unconvincing when brooches adorned his head.

" you would have left a long time ago." you grin when he doesn't refute you. " just relax."

chūya knows he's defeated when you thumb his scalp again, eyes screwing shut involuntarily. " you're enjoying this too much," he grumbles. he tilts his head to the side, granting you access to his hair, hands falling pilant against your thigh. it bewilders him how much relief washes over him as you start to pry the strands apart again.

you know he's fallen asleep when he stopped replying to your ramblings; his words going from full sentences, to sporadic words and then slurred vowels. when you peek down, he's resting comfortably on your lap, lips slightly parted and allowing light snores to fill the silence.

chūya is far too deep in his subconscious to contemplate anything, but if he could, he thinks he might just get addicted to this.

✿

a clingy drunk. in addition, the alcohol is effective at loosening his tongue, resulting in declarations of his undying love that are muffled when he goes head first into your stomach (≧▽≦)

in lieu of that, he likes to spoon you, with himself being the big spoon. he has his head in the crook of your shoulder, and you feel his inhales and exhales against your skin.

he likes your body heat, it grounds him to earth and coaxes a soft demeanor that he fails at suppressing

thoughtful when it comes to kissing in the public eye. he isn't fond of drawing that form of attention to your relationship, but he isn't opposed to stealing a couple of kisses now and then.

it's fast, it's simple and enough to satiate you and himself. and it's enough to tell onlookers that he's your bf

it that didn't give the memo, its the gloved hand on your waist that spoke to people that you were taken.

though that doesn't stop him from tugging you closer in a spur of his protective tendencies. it's a subconscious act he does when you pass a group of people or when yokohama is notably crowded. it's not merely because he's short and is worried about losing you to the sea of wayfarers(at least thats what he tells you) - rather, it roots from a concern that's only repleted when he knows you're safe

behind close doors, however, his kisses lack patience if the way he's gripping your clothes is anything to go by. and while he demonstrates a growing restlessness, he remains pensive to his own strength and withdraws to give you proper time to catch your breath.

but he knows exactly what to do intensify each one and make your brain go hazy

cupping your cheeks, tilting your head, voice speaking in a meticulous timbre that shakes your skull. you're far too consumed in the kiss to recognize when his free hand has found its way to your back, gliding along the spine before slipping beneath the hem.

his gloves are cold against your skin, mumbling a faint 'sorry' that's nearly swallowed when he brushes his lips to yours for nth time.

the limbs explore along the dips and contours, pinching your sides and smirking into the kiss when you yelp in surprise (inwardly, his heart is beating so fast, he wonders if you could hear it when his chest is pressed against yours.)

without the gloves, his hands are a hint warmer. but even warmer are his cheeks when you press kisses to it. he knits his brows together in an attempt hide how much he likes; ultimately, he betrays himself when he pulls you closer

✿

" what the fuck are you doing," he stammers as you press a kiss to his warm cheeks. despite himself, he makes no effort to move when you brush your lips on the other - even warmer than the neighboring pair.

"kissing you," you hum. "... want me to stop?"

" no." he hates how fast the words left him and he hates how you grin at that. it was just the thing to crumble his resolve - and more specifically, it's just the thing to make him go mellow, subservient to your ministrations with his heart beating erratically - even within the scrutiny of strangers and coworkers.

" give me a warning next time." he wants to frown but the expression dies when you crane your head to make contact wherever you can reach. in reponse, an arm finds purchase on your hip, shuffling you closer until you are nuzzled up to his build.

he wasn't sure what rumors would circulate if people saw him being soft - and frankly, he couldn't bring himself to quite care much about the prospect either; inwardly, he was already missing the rehearsal of your lips on his, a desire not easily quelled and he was far more occupied with fixing that.

you let out a confused hum when he suddenly taps at your cheek indignantly. " well?" a thumb hooks beneath your chin, bringing you just shy of his mouth. "are you going to finish what you started?"

✿

when he's making kissy faces with his partner, it's nobody's business.

if you have dimples, he kisses those, each one before concluding it off with your lips

chūya just likes to be in contact with you in some way really. longing to hold your hand and scribe incoherent phrases on the palm. reflected in the way his feet nudge closer to yours and how he never fails to hold your hand beneath the table. when handing you items, he reveals a form of reluctance when he detaches away.

i really want to say he does that thing where he places his fedora over his chest when he kisses your knuckles. he tries really hard to maintain eye contact, but it falters when you send him a beam that makes his chest ache from beating so fast.

and lastly, he never leaves without getting a goodbye kiss first.

✿

" you're forgetting something." chūya vexed— furrow brows bruising his otherwise neutral expression. he hasn't moved from where he stood, silhouette stilled by the partition with nothing but the perpetual tapping of his foot to remind you of his presence. it took all of your strength to push back your laughter at his childish display.

" i am?" you question with a tilt of your head. the inquiry rewarded you with a huff from the former, lip twisting into a frown. admittedly, he looked cute when grumpy, pretty dark eyes tracking you behind colored bangs.

" my kiss?" an index finger points to his neglected lips, promptly chooses to ignore the red hue that harbored along his cheeks, tickling his forehead tauntingly.

chūya tracks your movements as you stride forward, cupping his cheeks within your palms. he resists the urge to close the distance himself - as alluring as it was - he sought out satisfaction when you comply with a genlte kiss. against his own volition, a breathy and likewise dreamy sigh leaves him, just barely audible by the exchange.

his hands sneak down to rest on your waist, twitching when you press a final peck to his cheek. promptly, you decide not to comment on the way a grin was threatening to crack on his oh so serious face.

" better?"

"very."

—RANPO

yk in the movies where the guy picks up the girl and spins her around when they kiss? ranpo wants you to do that with him but he's the girl.

piggyback rides ! except he's the one on your back :/ " to the detective agency, y/n!" he jabs out a lithe finger, his dimple smile steady even when you meet him with a glare over your shoulder. it makes him more eager than anything, face squishing against your cheek as he loops his legs around your waist.

" don't give me that look" he exasperates, a brow quirk at your nonverbal response. " the world's greatest detective can't be in better hands."

" you can get there yourself," you sigh, averting your gaze back in front of you. it was hard to fight against him, his persistence shaping your decision the longer he clinged to you.

" thats the boring alternative. duh," he breathes, nuzzling his cheek against your hair. " you know me better than that. besides, i like it when you hold me."

likes kissing you. he will rope up any excuse to steal a kiss. he finished a piece of paperwork? he deserves a reward. finished eating a cookie? kiss the crumbs off. you have absolutely nothing else to do? well, his lips are right there, give him a smooch <3

his kisses taste sweet, the faint traces of chocolate and jams coating his lips. it won't be too far from him to make you guess the flavor of cake he had that morning, but really you think he's just trying to pull more kisses from you. cause he is

✿

" tastes sweet." ranpo shudders when the words vibrate against his lips, cheeks deepening to a rosy hue but the playful glint in his eye ceases to falter. " banana or strawberry?" you blink, a pensive look comprising your features.

a hand cups the back of your head, bringing you close enough for your lips to hover his, still glossy in faint syrup. " nope~!" his proceeding laugh was cut short as he closed the distance again, the ache to kiss you too profound. and with you seated on his lap, he utilized the given opportunity greedily.

you resist the urge to gasp when his tongue swipes along your lower lip, with it the tinge of a fleeting flavor; you recall watching him eat something sweet and sugary in the morning.

he smiles against your mouth, savoring your reactions and attempting to draw out the kiss. " that's definitely strawberry," you contemplate.

ranpo whines when you withdraw, grip tightening against your hands in a stubborn display - it was perhaps the most desperate response you've gotten from him that evening. " are you lying?" you tease with a knowing look; you don't think you've ever seen him shake his head as vigorously as he did now.

" i think," he brushes the corners of your mouth, fingers settling against your chin. "you'll just have to kiss me until you get it right."

the possibility to ponder a response was stolen from you, swelling lips already chasing your own with renewed zeal. dumbfounded, you were naive to the abandoned slice of shortcake just a couple tables away. but by the time you discover it, your little game would be long forgotten.

✿

his childish demeanor often seeps through into his portrayal of affection, fond of sweeping you off your feet at the displays(and at times quite literally too)

it varies in forms; one day he can slump against you like a koala, grip like a vice. and the next he decides to randomly squish your cheeks and bring a kiss to your puckered lips

" ranpo-?!" you sputter, disoriented from sudden and hasty movement. you recall looking over some documents, the next you were gazing into wide green orbs and a nose bumping yours. a self-satisfied look curls on his face, relishing in the way your face fumes beneath his touch.

" surprise~"

" what was that for?"

" just wanted a kiss." he evades the hand on your cheek in favor of curling your bangs around his finger. " i'll come back for more."

he's shameless, unafraid and bold. perhaps not to a similar depth as dazai, but ranpo yields an unpredictability that easily leaves you mellowing in his ministrations

blows raspberries on your cheeks and palms just to coax a laugh from you. it's a reaction he can't help but mimic too and implores you with a "my turn!" while tapping his cheek expectantly.

has probably nibbled on your cheeks at some point too…. :/

likes to hold your hand, slipping it into space randomly and nonchalantly. he sticky like that; appearing from thin air and finding your hand trapped with his.

even better if you sit on his lap or vice versa

when you sleep, he lays on top of you because he doesn't want you to leave him alone. plus! it provides him the perfect advantage to pepper his lips on your collarbone or other patches of expose skin

goodnight kisses (and nap kisses) are a must and he turns greatly fussy when denied such "necessities" as he puts it

✿

" i'm only going to get a glass of water," you reassure him, sweeping his messy bangs aside to press a kiss to his forehead. the crease between his brows goes slack, but his grip remains fixed; it was late, and the last thing ranpo wanted was for you to leave your spot on the futon. " i promise."

his eyes surveyed your face for an inexplicable answer and the fidgeting of his fingers against your forearms tells you he's hesitant.

a silence shrouds the dorm before he speaks again, voice weakened and resigned - it almost made you want to stay in bed with him, enveloped by the unspoken words and his endless aura of affection. " okay." you trace your finger over his cheek, pallid and smooth beneath the pad - the gesture was persuasive enough for his grip to grow lax. he didn't let you get too far yet however, an outstretched pinky waiting before you. he bestows you a broaden grin when you accept it, pressing a kiss to the tip of the adjoin digits.

he doesn't leave your side even as you fix yourself a glass of water, your shared blanket haphazardly draping his shoulders and trailing behind him. he lingers by your arm even as the facet runs, interrupting his thoughts with tired green blinking in impatience. and he watches you through his bangs as you replenish your thirst, already looping your arm and guiding you back to your futon.

not a second after your head meets the pillow, ranpo wraps himself around you, dawning a smile now that you're back with him. he didn't care if his elbow was probed at an odd angle, he just wanted to be as close to you as possible.

" you can't fall asleep yet!" he whines, pulling on the sleeves of your shirt languidly. " it's only fair if you give me a kiss."

" i gave you one earlier."

his gaze shifted to a mixture of displeasure and yearning, small hands pulling eagerly on the fabrics of your clothes. his pleading green eyes made it hard to resist his demands, obscuring into a candid vulnerability you seemingly wielded over him.

" but," ranpo leans close enough for his nose to brush yours, messy fringe framing his sleepy face. his hands flex around your palms, nails scuff on the contours, voice going so low you almost didn't hear him. " i can't fall asleep without it."

✿

pinches your cheeks when in vie for your attention. in any case, he isn't against stomping his foot and whining as a last resort :<

his pout dissipates when you grant him with a collection of kisses or allow him to sit on your lap, fiddling with the ends of your hair or scribbling random phrases on your thigh that he makes you guess

i wouldn't put it against him to randomly jump into your arms or back. the questioning glances he receives hardly impedes him, instead murmuring an "i miss you," into your shoulder. he quivers in your arms when you comb your fingers through his hair, eyes squeezed shut in an air of bliss.

when it comes to deep embraces, he nestles against you akin to a cat, hands pawing wherever he can reach with greedy intent. and that cloak of his can easily encompass the pair of you, performing as a makeshift den of sorts. it feels like your enclosed own little world with him pressing kisses along your face like a butterfly

ranpo is attentive, all too familiar with your habits including the ones you don't cognitively account for. he notes the way you fidget with your fingers, and increasingly it came to be with his fingers you grew fidgety with. if you have a habit of tugging your sleeve, it's not your sleeve you're tugging on anymore but his instead.

he comes to recognize these patterns and responds in kind either with a squeeze to your clasped hand or tapping against your skin in a form of code.

has love hearts in his eyes when you offer to feed him. if he's feeling kind, he'll reciprocate the gesture, though, often at the expense of getting something he wants.

napkins are overrated, kissing off the crumbs or using his thumb are so much more favorable alternatives to him

" say ah~"

you cocked a brow as sugar became smeared on your lip - hardly helped by the titter coming from him. ranpo's persistence was tenacious and the myriad of his treats proved to be bottomless. you weren't sure how many treats you've been fed at that point but it's evident the former found enjoyment from the coddling as evidence of his dimpled smile.

ranpo offers you another confection, a velvety cookie glazed in congealed frosting. when you indulgently take a bite, the filling melts in your mouth and the taste of vanilla floods your taste buds.

" it's good right?" he gives you a smile as he observes your face, brightening when you react positively. " i got them just for you. i knew they were your favorite."

he suddenly pauses, eyes fixating toward your direction. he pays little heed to the look you send him, not when his gaze centers south; that should have been your first sign to up and leave - you want to blame his bribery of treats for your reason to stay.

" you got crumbs all over your face," he said, eyes squinting. while his tone was gentle with a trace of mirth, the way his eyelashes batted innocently at you alluded otherwise. ranpo always held a resurgent glimmer in his eyes, one that he couldn't blink away easily.

he hastily stops you before you could grab a napkin to dapple it away, residing to instead run his thumb along the corners of your mouth. the deliberate proximity catches you off guard and given how his lips shift into a faint smirk; that was exactly the reaction he was hoping to coax.

" much better," he leans back but not without pressing a peck to your nose first.

he plucks out another cookie - and much to your surprise doesn't eat it down right away. more accurately, he crudely cracks it half, revealing an abundance of sugary filling hidden within the confines. without a hint of hesitation, he dips a finger into the cream frosting and messily swatches it against his mouth.

his dimpled smile doesn't leave him for a second even as he slots in front of you directly. his pink cheeks and light stutter chipped away at his facade but his green eyes and lips pulled into a firm beam remained confident.

you almost detested the way it was infectious otherwise you would have rolled your eyes.

ranpo reached out to cup your cheeks, waiting. " it's only fair you do it back, okay?"

—ATSUSHI

he holds a lot of hesitation when it comes to enacting anything physical and it shows.

modest, never performing any actions without your explicit consent. even so he exercises slow movement and allows you the opportunity to withdraw if you so desire.

he follows you around a lot though, seeking comfort from being your presence

it shows in the way he inches himself closer to you when you're in the general vicinity. in the way he glances at you for confirmation before lacing fingers. in the way he scoots his chair to close just so his thigh is just slightly nudging yours.

he questions how you're able to be so composed even with something as minimal as brushing clothed skin because inwardly he's going abrack and he can't focus on anything else

" atsushi are you listening to what i'm saying?" your voice broke him from his stupor, head perking up

in the following moment he could do nothing more than let out a nervous laugh, eyes fluttering in companion of scarlet cheeks. " ye- i… erm.. can you repeat that please?"

actually him -> (〃´𓎟`〃)

his favorite physical attributes about you are your hands, i think! they're so strong, and it fits into his perfectly <3 he can spend an hour just tracing the lines along your palm and appreciating the details

as such he's a hand holder as well. he shyly links his pinky with yours before gradually lacing the rest of the digits. when he looks at the joined limbs, it's like a shot of comfort runs right through him.

✿

you often catch him peering at you in the corner of his eyes, mosaic of yellows and purples squinting in intrigue. presently, his hands go clammy, fidgeting against his pants at a random manner; it was a common gesture of his, one that didn't go by unnoticed by you.

" something wrong?" he eases up a bit at the sound of your sincere tone.

" no, not at all," he gives off a nervous laugh, hand scratching the back of his neck. too far into his nerves, he failed to to recognize how the area became chafed. " i was just wondering," he paused, lips shaped into a bashful smile. " can i… hold your hand?"

atsushi didn’t have a mirror on him but he doesn't doubt that his face can put tomatoes to shame.

fortunately, the stiffened muscles on his back go slack at the giggle you release, a nervous chuckle pouring from himself. the erratic beat of his heart meanwhile, resumed its ricochet against his sternum, blood pounding on the lobe of his ear.

"you don't have to be so hesitant about holding my hand, 'sushi." you accentuated the statement by dipping your palm to take his.

it's evident he takes your words to heart, as next time he wordlessly hooks his index finger with yours before properly weaving the rest of the appendage. it was like a perfect puzzle, he reckoned and he gave his head the faintest tilt to gaze at it.

without realizing it, he rolls his thumb over the knuckles, savoring the exchange and the sensation of your fingertips on his. you haven't even spoken a word and already, his heart fills immensely full.

and if you pay attention, you may even catch him grinning at the presumably courageous gesture he mustered himself to do. his clammy palms tell you he's nervous, but it's hard to resist him when he's genuinely trying so hard.

✿

when he does garner the confidence however, he holds his hand out for everything; helping you out of the car(princess treatment w him tbh!), guiding you to bed when you're really sleepy, or when he just needs to be in some form of contact with you. he may even take it a step and pepper some kisses on the knuckles or rub the joints

moving his hand along your back when you're having a bad day of sorts. he may even resort to drawing shapes or random designs with the back of his nail as he listens to all your troubles

whenever your face scrunches up he kisses the pinched muscle until it goes loose again.

" there's that smile." he pushes aside his diffidence for your sake, cupping your cheeks before pressing kisses along your cheeks.

for himself, he finds a sort of reprieve by lying down on your lap. the moment his head makes contact with your thighs is like instant relaxation for him.

and all he can pay attention to afterwards is the sensation tickling his ribs and the way you mindfully took his roots within your fingers.

he seeks stability in such actions; his deep exhale occupying your dorm and meandering with the dust particles that float around him. he doesn't even realize how he's nuzzling closer into your body, eyes squeezing shut when you favor his scalp for a few seconds.

if he could purr, he would

kissing the tips of your fingers and hugging you from behind ♡

its the best form of affection he could ask for when he comes home groggy and sore from work

✿

" i'm home." exhaustion claws at his voice, movements stiff and sluggish as he strips of his tie and other accessories. his eyes surveyed the area, searching until…

a pop of familiar hues sweep into his vision. it revitalizes just enough energy to sustain a pair of open eyes, belied to the fatigue housed prior.

" welcome home, 'sushi." you greet with a smile he couldn't help but mimic even as the muscles in his body disagreed with it.

your mouth moves to mumble something else, but the words become intelligible to his ears. he was more far more concerned in slumping into the crevice of your shoulder, head falling into familiar position.

" miss you," he murmurs, rubbing his cheek against you, affectionate as ever. his hands wander down to your waist, finding the hemline. perhaps his growing daze subdued his rationality, for his hands slipped beneath, pinky faintly hitting skin.

" let's go." you gently tugged on his arm, intending to guide him to your futon; you only managed a couple steps before his grip went firm. almost uncharacteristically. when you turn your head, your met with a pair of fluttering lashes gazing at you - droopy but in its reflection was an intangible touch of fondness.

" this is fine," he brushes his lips to your cheek. the gesture was sloppy but enough to rekindle a grin on your face. " just want you here."

his finger sprawled against your stomach, heart hastening when you leaned back into him. he took the opportunity to douse himself in your comfort, relishing when you brush your fingers past his ear and scratch along his head.

he feels himself sink more when your nail caught a certain spot, just lateral to his head.

if it weren't for your voice breaking the silence, he would have surely fallen asleep at that moment.

" i'm right here," you murmur. " go ahead and rest." he wasn't sure how those words could weigh heavily on him as it did and also provide him the lull to drift off to sleep. but it didn't matter. the real thing is so much better than he can ever imagine.

✿

when you cuddle together, he prefers to settle with his hand or head where your heart should be. the thumping is so reassuring, especially when his insecurities pipe up. he needs to know you're still there :(

on the days he can't sleep, he finds himself playing with your fingers: gently flexing the joints and counting the knuckles

he's docile at anything routley intimate; fuming a pair of uncomfortably hot cheeks and legs reduced to jelly. his words often come in the form of stutters and slurred syllables, the slightest of touches jolting him.

his actual kisses though are gentle and considerate, favoring areas such as your hands and cheeks.

in contrast, the drawn-out gestures are hesitant at first. when it came to the first kiss, he had to swallow down his nervousness.

" did i do okay?" he inquires, eyeing your countenance. he feels a crash of relief when a grin curves on your lips and in turn he flashes you a dazzling amiable smile.

"good." he nods at that, removing the space again with the intentions of lengthening it and making it better than the last. good was fine, but he wants perfect when it came to you

when atsushi gets a taste of what physical affection can be like; pecks at his face, squeezing your hand and spooning you close - he's hooked. and he wants more, becoming akin to an insatiable pit. and it's profound.

he yearns for more kisses and lingering embraces that set his nerves aflame. he yearns to be closer to you until it was just impossible.

it also spurs a part of him(and in consequence of his ability as well) a yearning to leave some markings along your skin. he tries to be considerate in where he places it, but he himself is awful at hiding his own blemishes.

✿

a shaky expression drops on his face, the faint pink on his cheeks deepening to a cherry blush. he wasn't familiar to having your lips press beneath his chin, outlining the thrum of his throat - you could feel it's cadence whenever he sharply exhales, in pair of his palpitating heart.

even within his daze, atsushi remained cautious to not sink his nails into your shoulders. in comparison, he fails to suppress his shudder when your lips brush against a particular spot, air knocked from his chest.

when you glance up at him, his face contorts into a form of raw desperation, tugging onto your clothes until you were just shy of his mouth. meekly, he tries to not linger his gaze on your lips as you spoke; " is this fine?"

it's like you're teasing him, puffy magenta lips gawking at him and he wants nothing more than to kiss you again.

" it is." from the corner of his eye he could make out the faint reds that probed from his clothes hemline, dotting along his collarbone like swatches of paint. he doesn't think he'll ever grow use to it, filling him with an exhilaration he reasons can't be replicated elsewhere.

" i like it actually." his eyes squeezed shut in an effort to steady the eruption of red on his cheeks but it did little to quell his racing heart when you cupped his face, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

" i'm glad, you look handsome like this."

his smile reaches his eyes. "you look pretty too." his nails dug into his palms in an effort of restraint as he returns the gesture in kind.

I was originally hoping to include fyodor but this was so long already. w/ him (& unfinished) it would be 8k words. I rlly want to do version for sigma and akutagawa too. ty boxing fyodor anon 4 enabling my behavior TwT

these have so much room for improvement but I've fiddled around with it sm (๑′°︿°๑). if this doesn't leave the drafts now, it never will. I'll fix mistakes laterrr

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HOW HE F--KS YOU pt. 2

pt. 1 Dazai, Ranpo, Ango | pt. 2 Chuuya, Kunikida, Tachihara | pt. 3 Poe, Atsushi, Fukuzawa

smutttt. gn!reader, multiple anatomies mentioned. MDNI

Chuuya

He fucks you everywhere.

He loves picking you up and holding you while you fuck so he can pull your body into his thrusts to hit you good and deep. He loves watching your tits jiggle or your cock bounce while doing this, and he loves seeing your filthy expressions as he pounds you.

Because of his ability he can hold you up with no effort. He can carry you through his apartment, never needing to sit you down or rest your weight against anything because gravity is his bitch even more than you are. That doesn't mean he wont sit you on the kitchen counter to eat you out, or bend you over the back of the sofa and fuck you from behind. He's an ass guy for sure, he loves seeing that thang recoil when he spanks it or when his hips smack it as he thrusts. He will smack your ass or grab it or touch it almost every single time he hugs you or kisses you. He's gotta make sure one of his favorite assets is protected after all ;)

One time you asked if Chuuya could fuck you on the ceiling and he totally did it. He supported you fully so you didn't get a headache from being upside down at all. It just kinda felt like normal sex but it was funny to you to know that the damp spot up there was from ya'll's sweat while boning. (the spot dried, don't worry)

Any time Chuuya picks you up you get horny because he holds you while fucking so often. He's caught on, too, so if he wants you to hurry something up if he's getting impatient he'll just grab you and throw you over his shoulder or pick you up and force your legs around his waist, and you're getting horny before he even starts saying filthy shit in your ear.

Kunikida

He fucks you every night.

The ideal way to love someone is to do so consistently, and oh boy is Kunikida consistent. His routine shifted after starting to date you, and now "intimacy" is a scheduled block on his daily calendar. He may not actually write it, though, because if Dazai sees it he won't hear the end of it. His schedule definitely says your name.

He likes to try new positions, new techniques, new toys. He discusses them with you very seriously, asking what you'd like, what you wanna try, what you wanna keep the same. It doesn't get boring or feel clinical, though. It's really, really refreshing to be able to discuss this kind of stuff without feeling ashamed or immature.

Like all things in his life, Kunikida is good at what he does. He uses your pleasure as a guide and plays around with you until you're both satisfied. Though he loves the intimacy of just the two of you kissing and licking and sucking and fucking, he also likes the speed and efficacy of some toys like vibrators which make you both cum fast. No matter how you get down and dirty, he will make sure you get what you want before it's over, whether that's one orgasm or multiple or none if you're not interested or if you just wanna make him feel good. He's very much a "the needs of my partner come before my own" type of guy.

He's not opposed to spontaneous sex!! Yes he has a tight schedule, but sometimes if he goes out to lunch with you and you're looking really fucking good he might have to take you in the back of his car before he can go back to the office (^-^) After being in a relationship he's realized that it's okay to be late sometimes if you're acting in the throws of passion. He's gonna take love where he can after denying himself for so long.

Tachihara

He fucks you quick and dirty.

He's got a lot of shit goin' on for the PM at any given time, being one of the leads in Black Lizard. It's even more of a problem if you're hitting him up while he's also secretly in the Hunting Dogs. He doesn't have time or the interest for relationships, no matter how hot he thinks you are, but he is fully down for hooking up with you.

That's what leads to you being bent over any time he runs into you. You better grow your hair out of it's short, because he sure loves to grab it tightly in his fist while ramming you from behind. He'll pull your head back, bite your neck to leave a bruise, and call you a slut without batting an eye. All he's known is a life of fighting and being rough, so he doesn't exactly know how to treat you gently.

If it bothers you, you can ask him to stop or slow down and he will, but he's just as likely to spin you around, knock you down to your knees, and shove his cock in your mouth since you "apparently can't take it like you usually do."

If you have a genuine need for him to stop or treat you differently, he will!! he will never force you to do anything. he'll be the one to suggest a safe word for you to use if he's acting up too much. for the most part the extent of it is him being rough and calling you names, he doesn't hit you or hurt you while fucking.

He's not a fan of condoms, he doesn't like needing them, he doesn't like having to keep track of them so he's either getting snipped or you're taking measures to prevent potential pregnancy, because when he rails you he likes it messy. he'll cum inside and push it back in with his cock or his fingers or his tongue, asking if you like being used and pumped full of his seed like a dirty whore. it turns him on more seeing his cum spill out of you, so if he has time he likes to get a second round in before smacking your ass, standing you up, and giving you a messy tongue-kiss goodbye.

#bsd x reader #bsd smut #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #kunikida x reader #kunikida smut #tachihara x reader #tachihara smut #bsd fanfic #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bsd headcanons #chuuya headcanons #kunikida headcanons #tachihara headcanons

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twst-om-lover · 4 months

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this is a dumb horny shit post minors please don’t interact (it’s BSD related so uh fellow whores we shall converse under the cut?) (it's blowjob head cannons for some characters)

My thoughts on how whichever BSD men I think of would react when you give them a blowjob <3

Includes: dazai, Chuuya, and Fyodor because I’m a slut and they’re my favs <3

God I want Chuuya’s dick in my mouth, like you just know that he has pretty ass moans. Like he moans so pretty and says really pretty possessive shit and praises that are also degrading in the same breath like “God my perfect slut” and “my pretty little whore.” Like he def stresses the possessive words calling you his and shit. He calls you a slut but you’re his slut and you’re absolutely fucking beautiful

Dazai would be cocky until you actually start and then he’s a whiny, blushy mess. Absolutely just falls apart the second your mouth touches him <3 whimpering mess bucking his hips into your mouth. I know he’s canonically good at sex and shit but I feel like he’d suppress his reactions with anyone he didn’t truly know or care about, so like with you his lovely belladonna he’s whimpering and bucking and not controlled and calculated.

Fyodor is a cocky bitch through and through. I can either see him smirking and praising you the whole time, or he starts to whimper and buck his hips into your mouth because you just know he didn’t get laid before you. So he’d either pretend to be perfectly fine and like I honestly can only see him either going hard on degradation or praise, I honestly can’t really see him mixing them. He wouldn’t call you a pretty slut, he’s calling you a dirty whore for being on your knees for him with his dick in your mouth or he’s praising you for being a pretty little worshiper for your god.

#Fyodor smut #chuuya smut #dazai smut #BSD smut #bsd headcannons #chuuya nakahara x reader #dazai osamu x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bsd x male reader

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starb3rrys · 6 months

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I just saw Sleeping Together Hcs and AHGZICZGFI, so I'd like to request a part 2 with Jouno and anyone else you like to add if you want to. Bc the first is SOOO CUTEEEE >.<

Hello!! Ah- I am so happy to hear you found my "When Night Falls" Hc's cute. I would be delighted to write your request, hope you enjoy!!

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

When Night Falls ✩Part 2✩

Ft. Jouno, Dazai, Fyodor || Part One

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

Jouno

Sleeping with Jouno is honestly pretty complex.

Considering Jouno's senses are heightened, I do believe he gets sensory overload when he sleeps with someone else or something he doesn't recognize.

Things like your hair touching his chest, your quiet snoring, the heat radiating off your body can make him feel overwhelmed.

Taking that into consideration, Jouno isn't much of a cuddly person.

He doesn't want to make it seem as if he doesn't love you or like having you around.

Hence why rather than a full cuddle, he just places his arm or leg on or around you.

Its like a way to reassure you he's here and wants to be near you while not being overwhelmed by the feeling yk?

He is honestly a pretty peaceful sleeper, although sadly- he is a very light sleeper.

Meaning any sound, or movement makes him either wake up or alert. (Your light snoring kept him up the first time y'all slept together, but now its like a white noise, weirdly comforting to him now).

Good luck trying to sneak out of bed in the middle of the night.

"Where are you going?"

"Uh- The bathroom?"

"Hm...alright, try not to pee so loud--It keeps me up."

"HOW CAN I CONTROL THAT?!"

Dazai

Sleeping with Dazai is comfortable.

Despite what people may think of Dazai, he isn't overly clingy.

Sure, there are nights when he just wants to be smothered in love and affection but it's usually once every blue moon.

He respects the fact you both need space and hates the feeling of being overwhelmed in a situation that is supposed to be comfy and delicate.

Between you two, its much less cuddling and more of just holding each other.

Lose hands rest on your body as quiet snores fill the room, you both lay in bed enjoying each others presence. (Nothing too tight or restricting).

Dazai tends to always be the one holding rather than being held.

He likes being able to let go or scoot away if the heat gets too overwhelming or adjust if he feels uncomfortable in his current sleeping position.

Dazai is a pretty heavy sleeper, you could really sneak out of bed at night and he would just continue snoring.

In addition, he tends to move around quite a bit; rolling over, scooting away, shifting around- etc.

"Sorry, its getting a bit hot let me just...there we go."

"Dazai- this is the fourth time you've moved."

"OKAY! I promise this is the last time."

"..."

"I have to pee-."

Fyodor

Sleeping with Fyodor was honestly a whole process.

Firstly, you had to practically beg and attempt to convince him to even consider sleeping in the same bed with you at least for one night. (He's such a bitch. I love him.)

Listen- He may love you, but it will take a while to actually get him to be vulnerable around you, especially being unconscious around you.

Once you get past the 4 month long process, we get to the actual good stuff.

The first night you two slept together, Fyodor stayed on his side of the bed, not really moving nor cuddling you--just kinda there. (It was really awkward)

But over time--after realizing that you really mean no harm and just want to sleep next to him--he will actually start to relax and allow himself to be vulnerable.

Fyodor is a very light sleeper as well as a quiet sleeper, rarely ever shifts around.

Once he chooses a sleeping position for the night, he sticks to it.

Fyodor is an occasional cuddler, to be more precise, he only cuddles when he needs to warm up.

Warmth is a big thing for Fyodor, considering he is Anemic, cuddles and warm covers help him alleviate and rest better.

Your warmth helps keep his cold body heated which he appreciates greatly and sees as an advantage.

Although, if the heat from your body and the covers becomes too much, he will quickly move away from you and sleep on his side of the bed.

The next morning, make sure he gets up SLOWLY! or he will fall over and crack his neck.

"So, how did you sleep last night?"

"It was...quite pleasant, although your warmth mixed with the covers warmth got me a bit overheated."

"Is that why you nearly kicked me out of bed?-"

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

These Head-cannons are so cute, I love being able to write things like these!! Honestly, I was searching up cuddling positions just for the funnies :) I asked my friend for help since I had huge writers block- (ILY) Anyways, Love ya! <3

#bsd jouno #jouno x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #bsd x reader #bsd fanfic #bsd #anime

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mvniro · 5 months

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. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 CORRUPTION IN YOUR SMILE, ADDICTION IN MY EYES ; an osamu dazai fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . take it, another version of another sugar daddy!dazai.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, degradation, blowjob, nsfw, dazai being called "daddy", reader being called "dumb bitch, whore, slut" etc, workaholic!dazai, sugar daddy!dazai, sensitive!reader, crybaby!reader, dazai is into dacryphilia, mean!dazai in some sense ig, everything is consentual, and that's all i can remember tbh.

the night time may not be a promise of relaxation of body and brain or a time period to rest for everyone but it certainly does charm those who have learnt to see the beauty in the dark with its calming factors.

normally, dazai would not appreciate the stillness and silence his home office is trying to keep him caged in at this hour but right now he has no complaints if working unhealthy hours meant he could keep hearing the producing of the keys of the keyboard everytime the pad of his finger collided with the keys.

yet it was not the typing sounds but the hushed footsteps that actually made him smile.

dazai is aware. too aware. of himself and of others, of the surroundings and of what used to be the surroundings and of those he can see and those he can't.

so to think he won't notice something as minute as soft footsteps as the intention of the one making them is clearly not to bring a disturbance to the serenity.

dazai's fingers stopped typing and his eyes stopped reading through the contract as he had turned his head towards the door which opened and you peaked your head inside,

"did i disturb you daddy?" it only feels appropriate to keep your tone calm and soft at this hour of night as to not disturb the peace the night has to offer.

and although you did, dazai would never let you think so as he shakes his head and beckoned you over with the curl of his index finger and as he watched you smile as you softly closed the door before rushing towards him, dazai could not stop the fondness from being shown on his face in the form of a smile.

he pushed his chair back, turned to face you, leaned back on the chair and manspreaded as if for the purpose of flexing his thighs, his eyes quickly begin to check you out as he deemed your satin shorts and cami top quite sexy yet the moment his eyes rested upon your face and saw the cherry red tinted lips which were jutted upwards in a pout not only made you look quite pure in his eyes but dazai could also feel as if his thoughts are too strong and are luring him into corrupting you to his liking.

dazai raised his hand to clasp it around your wrist after seeing you stand there nervously without as much as moving a limp and after the sight of you batting your eyelashes as you stared at his laptop made you look so preety and desirable in your eyes. he pulled your hand to make you sit on his thigh and immediately, as if warning to restrict your movements even if there isn't any need to, he wrapped his arm around your stomach.

"i don't think you are done with your work though." you mutter out as your eyes are on his laptop screen, back against his chest as you tilt your head back to look at him.

"yeah, you think so?" he smiled like the tiger smiled before pouncing on its prey, dazai's hands grab either sides of your waist as he adjusted you on his thigh and maybe you wouldn't have gulped if you had been wearing your underwear but well, you weren't on dazai's commands and now you feel the friction of his thigh on your cunt and can you really do any thing except waiting and wishing for him to be done with his work quickly so he could just begin rutting into you?

the thought had your cunt clenching around nothing and the man behind you smirked before he leaned forwards to place his chin on your shoulder, using his legs to pull his chair forwards again.

"just need to do some more and then i am all your's, yeah?" you didn't think you would be so reactive but dazai did and this is exactly why he chose to spoke in such a low tone, with a slight purr in his voice and the way you could almost feel his chest vibrate had nearly made you forget your natural breathing pattern, relishing into the pleasure of his breath and tone scarcely feathering the shell of your ear.

you are the naive rabbit and he is the fox who is lulling you to sleep to actually feast upon you or maybe he is the lovesick genie who is hypnotizing you into falling into his clutches as he waits for the moment when you make a wrong wish and ultimately is left to dance in midst of your doom as he leads you.

dazai's hands are the vines wrapping around your body and stopped at your nape which he squeezed, finding nothing but utter joy and enjoyment in making you a breathless mess even without indulging to sexual teasing.

he likes knowing his effect on you, someone he considers human because dazai osamu is a disgrace to the humankind and according to him, he can never be one of them yet oddly enough no one tries to attain this 'humanity' more than him.

but he is the most human of everyone for him who loves, has already attained a part of humanity.

without love their is no humanity and without humanity there is no curiosity to indulge in the mind of humans for everyone thinks they are better and different then the rest.

"be quick daddy." you breath out and if dazai wasn't as close as he is, he might have not even heard you and would just think you were relasing a deep breath but it almost feel pleasurable to have you speak in such a hushed tone, it almost makes dazai think as if your words and the title of endearment and utter devotion you call him with is a secret to be shared with only him as if you only trusted him to confine your secrets, your rawest personality and vulnerability in him.

dazai is a sucker for feeling worthy enough by the beings he is so desperately tries to fit in with.

but he is a selfish man when it comes to you, with others he may be satisfied with a few hours or so but with you, it should be your whole life. to be utterly devoted to him and trying your best to be the one he could find his source of comfort and relaxation in is your declaration to your insecurities to show them your faith in him and to part ways with his old womanizing habits to remain loyal to only one woman even if said woman is his sugarbaby is dazai's ways of showing his utter commitment.

and daddy really never showed you how to love or have enough faith in your loved ones to not think they are leaving at every small or big argument and dazai was never a fan of commitments for he didn't understand the purpose of it.

but here you two are now, the very same people fighting your own cowardice in the same way your brain is fighting your lust which increases as you see him skillfully type.

it was when he moved his finger against the touchpad that lust was finally able to get ahold of you as your thoughts only circulated around one topic ; how would dazai's fingers feel caressing your skin at the very moment, you shifted slightly on his thigh and nearly closed your eyes at the very tiny friction caused.

you bit your lip in nervousness and prayed desperately for dazai to not notice the way your slick is coating your shorts.

dazai tsked upon getting disturbed by these continuously made movements and shifting of your's but he won't deny the way your ass presses against his crotch or how you lean back onto him is not edging him on. and when he placed his hand on your curve and squeezed the flesh, the cold satin on you only added to his limited pleasure.

you could feel sweatbeads forming at your temple and your body wanting to move due to the uncontrollable arousal.

you looked up at dazai to see him deeply invested in his work as his hands nor his eyes rested for a moment but continued to work on and something tells you that this would continue for a while but can you continue as well to remain seated patiently with thoughts of all kind running wild in your mind?

your hands urgently moved to be buried between your thighs as to hide their shakiness or stop them from touching Dazai but the way your cunt clenched, your juices dropping onto him and your constant intervals of shaky breathing between your normal breathing as you remembered all times where his hand was buried till knuckles deep into your cunt.

you lean your head back onto his shoulder when dazai placed a feathery kiss on your exposed shoulder, your eyes closed at the small action and your lust filled body reacted greatly to it, your eyes were screwed shut while your eyebrows furrowed and you let out in a trembling tone the words which would, in a few minutes, urge dazai to close his laptop.

"daddy, 'm so sorry to disturb you," is how you begin as you open your eyes and plead to him with your gaze alone, the neediness in your eyes makes dazai forget to inhale and thus disrupting his respiration, "but i can't anymore. daddy touch me." your voice cracked.

dazai's heart swelled with adoration. his head dipped down to plant a feverous kiss on your chin, feverous in the sense that it infected your body with undeniable lust which was loud and made sure to mess with your mind to the point your attention couldn't be focused on anything except being filled with his fingers or dick, you aren't really in a position to have a preference right now with the current state you are in.

"my baby wants to be touched?" he asked upon enjoying your desperation for him to which you nodded almost immediately, grinding against his thigh to put emphasis on your neediness but dazai tsked, hand leaving his keypad to grab your thigh and squeeze it for a warning instead.

"fucking behave sweetheart. you aren't a needy whore now, are you? you are my baby or am i mistaken?" dazai had raised his eyebrows in mockery as he leaned down near your face, the sight of your teeth sinking down on your lips is too good for him to not drink in with a inexplicable thirst.

"sorry daddy." you whisper out with a voice which is barely above a soft hush as you feel shame settle in on you but it only adds to the fire of lust burning your body. you almost feel like crying in frustration when you saw dazai hum before he went back to his work again, feeling the lust burn your body and your pussy throbbed for attention.

yet you didn't move for atleast five minutes before tears finally gathered in your eyes and your bottom lip fell victim to the cruelty of your teeth all because you don't want them to slip up and make a mistake of letting the sobs and sniffles buring in your throat to slip out of your lips.

yet your attempt is futile as a sniffle is what makes dazai's fingers to freeze before he looks at you, his pretty baby sitting on his lap all hot and bothered given by the tears in your eyes and dazai's lips twitched before he smirked, bringing his hand closer to your face to swipe at the tear flowing down your cheek, his hand then makes its journey between your thighs where your hands were caged in and he purposely rubs the finger dangerously close to your pussy.

"baby no," he coos, teasingly caressing your cheek, "why are you crying? is something wrong or are you really a slut throwing a tantrum because she doesn't have a dick inside her?" dazai's voice is light yet seductive

you do not reply in any form but only sniffle again, big and fat tears threatening to drop down your cheeks and it makes dazai sigh in faux sympathy.

"fine --" dazai began and parted your thighs, "-- play with yourself for me, till i am done, yeah?" he had said and flicked at your pussy with his index finger only for one purpose, to feel how wet you were and he found himself getting satisfied after checking so discretely but you weren't.

just when you thought he was finally going to give you what you want, to abandon his work to focus his attention on you and to make his laptop jealous by having his serene brown eyes on your nude form, dazai busted your bubble of imagination by playing hard to get.

you wanted to shake your head as a no, be a brat and throw a tantrum knowing how much he enjoys your antics but you didn't, rather, you couldn't given the current state of your body so you nodded, sniffling as your eyes fell down on your lower body in defeat.

"you are so mean to me when i am nothing but good and sweet to you." you let out your words in a mumble as you complained to the older man about his behavior, the man who did not look away from the laptop screen but only hummed to let you know your complaint reached his ears, the flat of his palm rested on your hip as he tapped the back of his index finger on it as a silent gesture to tell you what to do, as if his fingers are the script which you memorized and have to act on it now.

you slightly lifted your hips from his thigh to hook your finger around your shorts, pulling it down and once it lowered down to your hips, dazai took the lead as he shoved the clothing article down to let it pool at your ankles, he made you sit again by grabbing your now bare hip and harshly pulling you down -- all while his eyes remained glued to the technology in front and if only dazai knew how he had the ability to make you envy inanimate objects, you wonder what he would do with such knowledge.

your finger hovered above your glistening cunt as your eyes fell upon the screen of his laptop before you tilted your head up up look at dazai who at the very moment bit his lip as he glared at the screen after processing the words shown and his brain worked quickly to pinpoint the mistake and on how to solve it -- but him and his work is none of your concern, your concern and your attention is the way your pussy clenched again in a angry and mean way to ask for his attention but you know you won't be getting any of it soon and so your own attention was for substitute for his.

you looked down and your finger hovering above your clit finally inched closer to touch your folds, the cold fingertip making you part your lips at the sensation you were greedily aware of the very moment your skin touched your fold. your finger moved up and down to rub your slick on your skin more but what normally would bring you pleasure, tease you, edge you on isn't doing its functions now and is rather just doing a good job in adding to your frustration so your finger quickly inched downwards before you shoved it in your entrance. not caring enough to build up arousal for it was already reaching its peak, you just needed to feel something thrusting in and out of you, touching all the spots which made you arch your back and loose your mind and you just wanted to feel dazai's hands all over you, lips kissing at every portion of skin they could reach.

dazai had to momentarily pause when your finger entered your pussy with a wet squelch and it resonated in his ears due to the otherwise silence in the room but he had to take a few breaths to divert his mind away from your shaking form on top of him, he had work to do, he couldn't be thinking about neglecting it to care for your cunt and the things he would want to do with it.

he should not stop his work to glance down at you adding a second finger but he did anyway, and he told himself he won't anymore and that his focus would be only on his laptop for till the last of his work is completed.

the task however proved to be especially hard when you leaned your head back on his shoulder, lips parted to let out whines as your fingers increased their pace yet no matter how much you tried to curl and uncurl them, pull your fingers out till the tip is only remained inside before shoving your fingers back in, you couldn't touch the gummy spot which would drive you mad.

this frustrated you even more. you closed your eyes with a hiss leaving your lips to let the ears of the working man catch onto your frustration and for the last time you tried to shove your fingers deeper into you yet the same result and empty feeling from before welcomed you.

giving up on attaining pleasure of any kind tonight or atleast for the next hour or so, you pulled your slick covered fingers out after which you tried to sit straight and open dazai's drawer to take tissues out to cleanse yourself of your failed attempt at gaining bliss, you felt like a rabbit being tangled into the net of the hunter with the way dazai's hands shutted down his laptop before wrapping one of the said hands around your stomach while the other got a hold of your wrist and raised it to his mouth, parting his lips before he took in your fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirled around the digits as he tried to suck in all the possible juice he could before pulling your fingers out of his mouth with a nasty wet 'pop' sound.

dazai lazily looked down at you and a lecherous desire traveled down your spine upon gazing into the eyes which could rival a siren and the way he lazily smirked?

osamu dazai, you are temptation, aren't you?

dazai guided your hand towards your clit again before guiding your thumb to rub at your folds and outer lips, the action wasn't what made you gasp for air in a breathless manner but the sensation of dazai guiding you into the palace of corruption while wearing the crown of an angel is.

"dirty bitch. for someone desperate for a fuck, you sure don't know how to pleasure yourself, what makes you think you can pleasure me?" he taunted, smirking devilishly while his eyes were half lidded as if to let the observer perceive it as a bored look but the hunger dripping down the edge of his eyes as it originated from his temple in the form of a sweat bead told you that the invitation of foment wasn't accepted by only you but by him as well who is trying to act indifferent to it.

"don't be mean." you softly mutter out, looking down to see dazai guiding your thumb towards your inner thigh and he hummed before raising his hand to caress your lip and pull on it with his thumb.

"you don't like being called my dirty bitch? wanna be my good baby?" he muttered as he leaned his head down towards your ear, "kneel," demanded the man who pushed his chair back with his heel before he leaned back and began to drum his fingerpads against the armrest of his leather chair while you got up from his lap, turned around and nodded at his previous asked question before you kneeled infront of him as your hands found and grabbed on his thighs to support yourself before you placed your chin on his knee to look up at him.

"but good girls don't get so needy, do they?" dazai raised his eyebrows in utter amusement.

"you were the one who called my your good girl during dinner, are you going back on your words now?" you mutter with a smile and dazai's lips twitched in amusement before he leaned forwards before leaning down towards your face, drumming his fingers on the curve of your jaw.

"well i am not exactly going back on my words but rather questioning if you actually do deserve the title. i think i may just need a small proof to make sure you really are my good girl, no?"

the floor beneath you felt cold yet your body was clouded by the fire left by dazai's index finger trailing the length of your jaw before your eyes fell upon his other hand which fiddled with his sweatpants to let his dick be free and did you really not see it rising up to let its arousal be known to the world? were you really so into trying to achieve your pleasure that you didn't notice the hardening of his cock? well dazai didn't make you sit on his thigh for no reason after all.

"i am, aren't i?" you smile up at him, tilting your head but dazai had grabbed your jaw to tilt your head back to look straight up at him while the other hand pumped his cock up and down a few times.

"good girls do exactly as they are told to," he began before he leaned back on the chair again and got comfortable, beckoning you up with his finger and you obeyed for aren't you his good girl, his good baby, who he can come to after a hectic day?

you raised yourself on your knees, arms on his thigh as you hoisted yourself up before you parted your lips to make dazai smile at the obedience which he always appreciated and found attractive.

staring at him patiently with your lips parted is a sight that made dazai to greedily try and grasp for the oxygen around him for the bony hands of lust choked him.

grabbing a hold of your jaw in a desperate attempt to calm the beating of his heart, dazai pulled you forwards before shoving his dick in your mouth.

you enclosed your lips around his dick as one hand tightened its hold on his thigh to feel some sense of stability in this otherwise shuddering due to lewdness state you are in, your other hand went to wrap around the length of his cock which didn't get the pleasure to be inside your mouth.

your eyes screwed shut as you focused or rather tried your best to perform the act of submission and of pleasure in which the receiver is the same man who you gave your first to and the same man who taught you to give a head, your tongue swirled over the tip and slit of the man who plucked the flower with in you and rather embedded his seeds in its place, the seeds of corruption and the flower of inexperience and innocence.

dazai hissed, tilting his head back on the chair as he could not tolerate to see your cheeks puffed up due to him and his dick, hand trying its best to pump his dick to inflict the maximum pleasure that you have to offer without feeling a need to coo at you and your efforts, adoration is all the man has when he sees you anyway.

"if you were that desperate to be fucked, you gotta show you deserve it or are you just a bratty, nasty bitch who wants everything at her fingertips?" provoking isn't the intention but rather the goal is to bully you to the edge of the cliff of your calm composure before you become a crying mess and that's when dazai will pick you in his arms and fuck you all while he whispers sweet nothings in your ears.

his words worked in the right way and hitted the right sensitive spots as he could see an increase in the way your head bobbed and combined with your hand moving and the other digging painfully hardly into his thighs had dazai releasing a soft whine.

"fuck, shit. such a good bitch but do you think this would be enough to be my good girl?"

oh lord, dear lord, do you exist or is this heaven dazai is in just another wonder of the human mind when it reaches a new state of ecstasy because dazai clearly did not expect fireworks of satisfaction to have a show in his stomach.

one hand pumping his dick up and down while the other raised itself to not miss out on the fun, fondling with his balls while your weight was now hopefully being supported or well tried to be supported by your breasts which were exactly against dazai's knees and everytime your moved your head which lead your body to be moved as well, your hardened nipples through the satin top teased him.

yet is he dazai if he doesn't turn the situation around in his favor?

"fuck, do i really gotta teach you how to suck me again? maybe i should just use you like a whore till i cum, huh? would that be ideal? you would like it though, won't you? you are just hungry for dick after all like a starved whore." dazai tuts before grabbing a hold of your jaw again and with the way his hand always finds the curve of your jaw, you may begin to think his hand belongs over there.

as he pulled you to take more of his length into your mouth, both of your hands immediately left their task to grab his thighs as to not fall on his stomach face first, your jaw being the controller dazai controlled to move you back and forwards but this insane pace and the way his tip hits your throat activated your gag reflex and as you gagged, dazai snickered.

his knee began their own assault as he nudged his knees towards your breasts to make them squish against each other before resting in its original position and again repeating the process.

"what a good bitch letting me use her like a toy." dazai sighed out, the hold on your jaw now began to hurt just the tiniest bit to be an indicator on how the bruises left by him will be prominent to the naked eye later.

a pornographic type of moan left his lips when your hand found itself wrapping around his dick again and pumping up and down but now as a student following it's instrumental mentor as your hands tried to keep up and match the rhythm of his hand on your jaw.

"what a good girl, fuck, my good girl." dazai moaned again when you tried to whine but the vibration made it all the more pleasurable for him.

the night is peaceful and serene but the way your body is moving up and down in tune with dazai's guidance, the small breaths, gasps and occasional moans he lets out, the wet sound produced by his dick in your mouth and the way dazai could feel your breasts being pushed against his body in order to stay in the position you are in right now which consists of you being on your knees, practically upper half of your body pulled onto his lap and the gags and whines you released into the atmosphere around to let them travel to dazai's ears and turn him on even more -- made the night anything but peaceful in the office room which had let go of its serenity the moment you stepped inside the room for it already knew how the night would take a turn for you two.

dazai gasped when your grip on his thigh tightened to the point he could feel your fingertip trying to almost enter his skin and he was sure it would not only leave marks but blood drops as well and this is what drove him over the edge and to drive him to increase his pace, the knot in his stomach felt more alive then ever now and dazai finally looked down at you to see drool dripping the side of your mouth, gasps and short breaths leaving your lips.

your grip on his thigh tightened only more as you felt tears pricking your eyes and dazai noticed. how could he not when he was wating for this exact moment?

"you crying?" dazai asked in an almost teasing tone, a breathy chuckled gracing your ears when it departed from his lips, "sorry baby, but your tears only make me wanna ruin you more."

he pulled your head almost as near as possible to have as much as of his length can enter in your mouth, you felt your mouth burn but soon were to be thankful for the man who pulled you back before slamming his dick in you again and the way he moaned in a high pitched voice made you begin to rub your thighs together.

every action has an equal and opposite reaction, no?

the equal action was dazai also reaching his high, feeling the knot in his stomach stretching in two directions; the opposite reaction was however him pulling you on his dick as much as your mouth allowed you to before pushing your head back a few times and this made your vision blur with tears as your own arousal didn't feel pleasant anymore but rather hot needles pricking your skin.

"shit, what a good bitch of mine. gonna make you suck me everyday till your mouth gets used to me, okay?"

you whined again and this was the final cheery on top along with the perfect moment when as dazai pushed you away from his dick till only his tip remained inside, you had licked his tip with your tongue and when dazai pushed you onto his dick again; his knees which were previously teasing and trying to play with your breasts, began to shake as your hand pumped his dick.

feeling his balls tighten, dazai groaned before he felt your mouth decreasing in space as it sucked his dick as hardly as possible and not too long after, ropes of thick cum shooted from his dick and dripped out of your mouth. dazai pulled his dick out of your mouth to watch in fascination as his cum drizzled all over your face and chest.

and as dazai watched his cum drip down your chin and onto your chest, while you tasted the one near your lips by swiping it with your tongue, he was overcome by this sudden urge on which he acted on by extending his hand to grab his phone from the table as he quickly opened the camera app.

"fuck, you look so good. makes me wanna do things to you which you aren't ready for --" dazai clicked a picture before immediately tossing his phone on the table to look down at your chest heaving up and down as tears finally flowed down from your eyes as you harshly rubbed your thighs together to create friction.

"-- oh my good baby, you were so good for me so why are you crying now? come to daddy and let me make you feel good too, yeah?" dazai cooed as he pouted in faux sympathy and as you sniffled while nodding, dazai felt his dick hardening again.

"sit on the floor and spread your legs for me baby," he demanded and watched as you quickly sat down before parting your legs open and then looking up at him.

the sight of you sitting on the floor, clothes messed up as your face was covered by his cum and your tears along with his heaving chest, dazai smirked before nudging his soaked foot near your inner thigh and watched you whine out.

the erotic sight satisfying the corrupted and making the corruptible addicted to this thrill.

"daddy, want you! please touch me now!" you drawl out, begging as you try to hump yourself against his foot.

"should i?" dazai teased you who was being tormented by your own arousal and you sobbed softly which made dazai breath heavily, "of course i should, you were so good f'me after all baby. sucking me off so good, you really are my good girl. always doing what i am asking."

he raised you to stand at your feet before he guided you to sit on his dick, hissing as your cold pussy (due to being bare all this while) swallowed his dick and he leaned forwards to lick his cum and tears dropping down your face, all while you whined at finally feeling the warm sensation of his cock entering your aching hole, how grateful you are right now cannot be measured but felt due to how every cell in your body is basically floating in the sea of pleasure.

"gonna make sure you remain my good girl your entire life. shit, you drive me mad. you are so addicting that i just can't help myself but want to ruin you, to corrupt you." whispering against your ears should have made you smile in shyness but the way dazai pinched your nipple through the satin top, you aren't sure if you even heard him properly, back arching to which dazai laughed at.

"you are so mean to me." you sniffle, raising your hand with the intention of pinching his neck but at the same moment, dazai thrusted upwards and your same hand immediately grabbed his forearm as you moaned out.

"yet you like it, no? i can feel you gushing out baby, god you are so wet." he snickered, referring to your slick which trailed down your inner thighs to strain his sweatpants but you didn't care for all your mind focused on was his dick trapped between your walls, the length feeling you up and touching places your own fingers couldn't.

"please fuck me, fuck me harder. just wanna be your dumb girl." you sniffle as the tears for some reason are on a display on your eyes for dazai to admire as if they were the art and he is the artist, your hands traveled before resting on the middle of his chest as you gripped his shirt, looking at him and the sight made something, perhaps restraint, snap within the chambers of dazai's body.

the chair was pushed a bit backwards as dazai stood with you still on his lap, hands under your thigh and gripping your ass cheeks to hold you before he settled you down on his cold table, he leaned forwards to grab his laptop, opening the drawer in which he placed his laptop inside before slamming the drawer shut as if he is in a hurry and cannot care enough to be gentle or patient with other trivial matters when you are sniffling on his dick, trying to move yourself but his hand grabbing your knee had restrained you.

dazai turned back to look at you before he grabbed your jaw again and made you to lean back down on the cold table, his other hand making you spread your legs before he looked down at you and smirked, "you want to be fucked? beg for it then, my filthy bitch. and if i don't feel as if you are being sincere, i won't be touching you so you better get those preety tears rolling down, yeah? they aren't just for decoration now, are they? fucking use them to beg. cry and beg for me, baby." and with the completion of his demand, dazai thrusted into you once to let you taste the pleasure which is right infront of you, laughing at your small moan before he stopped moving to tell you to begin, hands holding your hips.

and if there is something dazai taught you, it's to know when and how to beg for something expensive and how to beg for him.

━━━━━━━ 💋 end.

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nxathyx · 9 months

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nicknames

Pet names I think bungo stray dogs characters would use for their s/o

Armed Detective Agency

Atsushi Nakajima

°I feel like he'd usually just call you by your name or a nickname

°like if your name is Natalie or Nathaniel definitely would call you Nat or Nath (this is just an example)

°also something simple like "Angel"

°he says you're like a guardian angel and keep him stable

Dazai Osamu

°probably belladona or shorter versions of that like Bella or Dona

°would definitely call you cringe pet names just to laugh about it with you like "hey pookie bear😍😍" (I hate myself)

°maybe an occasional darl or baby

°I feel like he'd call you doll as well (he stole it from Chuuya)

°pretty girl/boy I don't know why

°I don't know I feel like he uses pet names as satire and prefers using your actual name or your nickname

Kunikida Doppo

°this man does not use pet names, like I can't imagine him saying anything

°maybe dear, I don't know what else though

Ranpo Edogawa

°I also don't think he's into pet names

°I don't know like he'd be too lazy to make something up for you

°also just sticks to your name/nickname/Diminutive

°the same as Atsushi except he'd also use "Nathy" (just a random name example)

Tanizaki Junichirou

°BRO HE GIVES ME DISCORD KITTEN VIBES AND I DON'T KNOW WHY...

° "hey kitten😻😻, get on bed wars you're making Daddy angy👿👿

°also uses your name the most probably

°an occasional "lovely"

Yosano Akiko

°probably "love" or a simple "hun"

°either that or your name/nickname

°probably randomly comes up and is like "hey gorgeous/handsome"

Edgar Allan Poe

(putting him here cause I don't know over half of the guild and won't write for them he's also basically an agency member at this point)

°probably darling, dear, sweetheart

°idk he just gives of the vibe

°but I think he'd also prefer just your regular name

Port Mafia

Chuuya Nakahara

°darling

°dear

°baby

°doll

°I don't know why but he'd use Spanish nicknames, like mi amor, mi vida, cariño, mi cielo, mi corazón

°maybe princess/prince

°pretty boy/pretty girl (especially if you're trans and have really bad dysphoria)

°also really like using your name, just plain and simple

°lovely

°my love

°maybe dove

°wifey/hubby

°definetly called you a bitch before

Akutagawa Ryuunoske

°he thinks it's cringe

°once he called you dear and amor (he learnt it from Chuuya)

°just sticks to your full name

Tachihara Michizo

°he gives me "babe" or "bae" vibes and I don't like it 😭

°definetly a "sweetheart" guy

°probably princess/prince as well

Gin Akutagawa

°probably "sweetie"

°other than that I doubt they'd use anything

Higuchi Ichigo

°honey

°your name

°darling

°honey

Koyou Ozaki

°darling/darl

°dear

°honey

°sweetie

*sweetheart

Decay of Angels

Fyodor Dostoyevski

°malyshka

°dear

°doll

°my only one

°he uses those very rarely though and prefers to use your name

Nikolai Gogol

°he calls you something silly

°"hey my gorgeous tampon wrapper"

°like huh😧😧

°uses dove as well

°my free space in bingo 😻😻

°I don't fucking know Bro😭😭

°he probably called you his discord kitten once as a joke In front of Fyodor and Sigma (they're scarred now)

°also the same as ranpo just your name/nickname/Diminutive (prefers nicknames and diminutives)

Sigma

°my love

°darling

°angel

°sweetheart

°just your full name as well

°definetly called you a saint before

Bram Stoker

°I don't think he'd use nicknames

°I don't know Bro is a vampire

°my little vamp vamp🤭🤭

Hunting Dogs

Tetchou Suehiro

°angel

°dear

°sweetie

°he'd definitely call you hubby/wifey

Jouno Saigiku

°bastard

°idiot

°dumbass

°(how romantic)

°I think he'd rather just use your name honestly aquífy

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lemon-ghostea · 2 months

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AU where Kunikida Chuuya and Sigma form a “was at some point Dazai’s partner” support group where they drink and bitch about Dazai (Sigma wasn’t his partner but gets honorary membership for everything that happened in Meursault)

more rambling/ headcannons under the cut!

Their drinking habits :

Kunikida— responsible, only has a couple drinks (beer? Whiskey? Something straightforward like that). Usually the good one that doesn’t overdo it unless Dazai has really pissed him off that day. It only happens occasionally but when it does he goes wild and is an emotional drunk. When this happens even Chuuya holds back on drinking a bit bc someone has to be able to lug this guy back at the end of the night

Chuuya- I mean we know his canonical drinking habits. Orders a bottle of fancy wine, his alcohol tolerance is on the lower side but he keeps going anyways. The only way for him to handle thinking about Dazai for this long is to drink heavily but he wants to take the opportunity to bitch about him so this is the solution

Sigma— despite being the owner of a casino I don’t think he’s drank a lot (he’s the manager so he has to be aware of what’s happening). He does have an id that Nikolai forged for him tho so when he joins the group he starts the process of trying a bunch of different drinks. The first night no one warned him about mixing alcohols and he got a different drink every round and got super sick. Now he just tries a different drink each meetup and how many drinks he gets depends on how much he liked/didn’t like what he ordered. Usually is responsible and handles drinking well unless he orders something he really likes (probably a cocktail) and forgets it’s alcohol. He’s a tamer drunk than the other two tho I think. Either a silly drunk or a sleepy drunk. Bc he’s known Dazai the least amount of time he sometimes naturally falls into that supportive friend role of listening to the other two and getting offended on their behalf. Altho I’m sure Dazai still finds ways to make time to bug Sigma so it’s not like he doesn’t have any stories

Speaking of Dazai there’s no way he hasn’t crashed these meet ups before. All his people he likes to annoy are conveniently in one place! ^ ω ^ they have to keep switching up bars/ locations to try and keep him away (to minimal success so far)

Regarding Sigma: I think in this au he made it out of Meursault bc Dazai and Chuuya got him out and he’s woken up. He’s worked with the ada to tell them what he learned, etc but hasn’t fully joined bc he thinks maybe it would be better to just fully live a normal life. Dazai still bugs him and stuff, and when Chuuya one day is also there when this happens he invites him to join him and Kunikida in their routine bitchfest. Sigma goes despite not really trusting either of them (afraid of getting used, clearly knew of chuuya before and saw him as a threat). He gets more comfortable over time tho and they become something like friends (?).

I think it would be funny if Sigma did eventually become an ada member but by Kunikida’s recommendation rather than Dazai’s. Honestly I think Sigma not joining from the beginning would be because Fyodor was the one to say that he wanted to join the ada so he’s now resistant about it, though also it’s because he’s afraid of being used again. He’s just a little conflicted at first.

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #bsd au #kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd sigma #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd fanart #bsd art

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judasgot-it · 4 months

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Just saw your post on what kind of lovers Dazai, Tecchou and Nikolai are and I want to know what kind of lover Chuuya is!!

DJFLJAFL I NEVER GET CHUUYA REQUESTS OMG (short king. he is such a good character I love him)

Headcannon: What kind of lover is he? (Chuuya, the short king himself mwah)

After being screwed over by so many people he thought he could trust, he has a hard time giving his heart over. Especially when it comes to some of the most vulnerable parts of himself, since he still has soft spots for people who he hates - he needs to be reassured, and has no issue telling his lover "I love you" - it's the one thing he needs to hear as well.

I feel like despite appearing angry a lot, he's sensitive to a lot of things - he finds his relationships to be a top priority since they're all he has

So his lover is someone who he thinks about a lot, so much that he'd go out of his way for them

He communicates his feelings in not the best way though, since he tends to repress them too

This man will struggle to open up, not because he doesn't trust but because he feels like it becomes a burden. The whole childhood thing is a bit much for him.

Literally will listen to you rant about yours just fine but he can't talk about his for shit. He just brings it up randomly like "I was stabbed by my best friend in the gang once"

Does NOT elaborate

He loves to gossip though, and probably does bitch about some things - like Dazai. Whatever mundane drama goes on in his life he WILL tell his lover.

Needs to be told "I love you" and reassured that he won't be abandoned. Probably is a frequent texter and gives a little too many gifts. He has the money to spoil, and he will.

If he's given something back, he'll do it back threefold. He has a really big heart unfortunately, it's his downfall

Loyal in a clingy way tbh.

Gets sad if you don't cuddle him or kiss him when you see him come home or leave for work. or see him anytime really.

Unless he's in front of important people he's a stage 5 PDA guy

He'd probably leave his lover alone if they asked but I think he wants to be seen as a couple when he's around them, he doesn't want any sort of second-guessing

I blame all of this on his Taurus energy

I need to tryout more Chuuya content cuz he seems like a loyal AF dude and I can't stand hoes (Dazai is said hoe. jk i love that hoe)

#chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #chuuya x y/n #chuuya headcanons #chuuya headcannons #chuuya x you #chuuya nakahara x reader

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heartsfourdazai · 3 months

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Can I request a scenario where dazai and fem reader are hanging out together and suddenly some guy that went out with her once on a bad date sees them and assumes they’re together and is really sad about it and asking for another chance. Like lowkey embarrassing. And dazai is a bit jealous because “why didn’t she tell me she’s been going on dates?”

I just want a little funny Chaos with crushing!dazai.

when dazai has a crush on you - dazai x fem reader

synopsis: on which the osamu dazai had a massive crush on you; however he has no idea how to go about it and suddenly has an awkward interaction with your ex, who begs for you to get back with him.

a/n: when life gives you motivation, you use it all in one one-shot and never return!!

"what's your favorite ice cream flavor?" he asked you as the two of you were walking down the streets of yokohama. winter was finally here and snow covered what used to be green grass and the clouds were in the shades of grey and white.

"dazai, it's freezing!"

"ah, but that doesn't mean we can't have a special treat!" he grinned, quirking an eyebrow as he waited for a response out of you.

you rolled your eyes with a smile; "if you just have to know!!" you said dramatically, a hand to your chest, "it's pistachio..."

"you basic-"

"HUSH!" you clamped his mouth with your hand, laughing to yourself as he looked at you with a "GIRL WTF-"

"i don't care if calls me a basic bitch, THERE GOOD!!" he held his arms up in defense, "your words not mine!"

you slapped his arm once more as you both kept walking.

"are you going to pay?"

"didn't i tell you? i lost my wallet in the river, it belongs to the frogs now."

"osamu- that was 2 YEARS AGO!!"

"and those frogs MUST have a mansion by now!"

"oh my go-"

"but you, my sweet y/n, you must have some spare change to by your best friend in the whole wide world to get some ice cream for us??????"

he blinked at you with his fingers interlocked with each other and you sighed, shoving his face away from his own.

"i literally hate you..."

"you looooooove me~"

what he said may have been true; we'll, he hoped?

"have you ever wondered if atsushi purrs?"

you looked up at dazai; raising an eyebrow as you took a bite of your ice cream. "where does your mind go after work hours?" you shook your head as you chuckled; "wait, I'm serious. like if you scratch behind his ear, does he meow?"

as dazai went on and on about god knows what; you saw a familiar boy stand next to the store of the small ice cream shop...he seemed to be with other boys, around your age, and he was just kinda glancing over at you.

where do you recognize him from?

"are you okay?" dazais voice caused you to look at him quickly, "hm?"

dazai grinned, "something on your mind? is it my, witty charms? my gorgeous vocal cords, or perhaps-"

you shake your head chuckling at just how stupid your best friend is, "no- no, sorry. i just zoned out!"

he nods, not wanting to push further and once again started to talk about random things that popped into his mind.

after a bit, you notice the boy was gone however his friends were still there; you even recognized some of those boys as well. why does it look a little bit like-

"jeezus-"

"what was that?"

"i said "shoeless!"

"Y/N!!!!"

the sudden scream of your name from another man's voice besides dazais caused you both to jump.

you looked to your right, as dazai followed your stare...a boy who rushed over to you with blonde locks and baby blue eyes. he seemed to be in some sort of distress as he got on his knees.

"cody, what are you-"

"i'm so sorry i left you, baby, i was a fool to think i could find someone better!"

dazai was beyond confused as he said nothing but just watch. you glared at the boy who was on his knees; "cody, you cheated on me, and suddenly on your knees begging for me back?"

he nods, grabbing your hands as he looked you in the eye; "you were my everything, and i was stupid to believe i never needed you. I've been a mess without, i've let my hair grow up, i haven't shaved in 8 months, and i'm all alone!!"

"uhm..."

both you and your ex boyfriend looked at dazai who cleared his throat.

"y/n, what ...what is going on?"

before you could respond, cody shouts out; "YOU MOVED ON WITH HIM? what does he have that i don't? oh, OH, your into bandages?"

dazai gave him a "bitch what the fuck" look as he continued; "i can be better then anything he can be to you! i bet he doesn't even know what your favorite ice cream flavor is and got you one you didn't like!!"

"cody, i'm not dating anyone!!!" you blushed furiously, pulling your hand away.

both cody and dazai'a cheeks flushed, however dazai couldn't stop looking at you. 'you can date me' he thought to himself, but was knocked out of his trance as you dragged him away by the arm and said one final goodbye to cody, "your pathetic, cody! leaving me for a bastard who cheated on your ass as well because your a sad, cheating man who has nothing to live for besides eat and sleep all day long! at dazai has a job. you know, your right, he'll be a better boyfriend then you anyday!!"

and with that tou left the weeping man alone with his friends awkwardly standing there, giggling at the incounter that has happened.

as you and dazai got further away, you stopped and sighed. "i'm sorry dazai, that was so awkward! i never thought i'd see him again!" you rubbed your face and looked at the floor, but dazai chuckled and made you look at him.

"it's quite alright, y/n, but...when did you two break up? not that it's any of my buisness, but i had no idea you were even dating!?"

"you seem surprise, you believe a women like me can't pull a lover?"

he froze, "oh-n-no! not at all, i just- you know i just- well you never told-"

you rolled your eyes and punched his arm; "dude i'm kidding!!"

he chuckled, a couple minutes later the two of you decided to walk back home, however he offered to walk you home.

as the lights in yokohama lit up, the moon as set and the streets were quiet.

there was a calm silence as you both walked, the sound of dazais clicking heels caused you to always side eye him and smile. he's never walked you home like this before, he was always so talkative and have something to say.

"did you mean what you said, earlier today?"

ah.

there it was.

"you mean.."

"yeah.."

you smiled to yourself, looking at the floor as you stopped in front of your apartment. "of course i did, i'm sure you would try your hardest to be with the person you love, better then cody!!" you smiled, giving him a hug and waving goodbye.

"bye, dazai! see you at work tomorrow, I better not have to call you again so you won't be late!!" you waved, walking into your apartment.

"goodbye, y/n!" he waved, watching as you entered your apartment and your figure left.

"i love you..."

@justcallmesakira @atsquie @atlasnessie @riiwrites @ruanais @silverbladexyz @pinklacydovey @iisowks @haithamvoid-deactivated20240128

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darling--angst-archived · 9 months

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i’d like to request space song with dazai (specifically pm!dazai) hurt/comfort scenario,, reader comforting dazai during a breakdown or smth :(

Space Song

Pairing: Pm! Dazai x Fem! Reader(platonic)/Mori x 27! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Comfort/Fluff

Warnings: Long winded commas, Stormbringer spoilers/mentions, Dark Era mentions, Oda's death, mentions of war, mentions of Yosano's backstory, Mori being a bitch, slight yandere Mori mentions, kinda went off topic..

Synopsis: Dazai finally found someone who saw him for who he was and when his dearest friend died, he finds himself finding comfort in her embrace like a child being comforted by his mother.

A/n: Hey.. Please state if you want it to be romantic/platonic.. since you didn't say which one you want, I'll do the latter. Reader is implied to be 27 while Mori is 33. Reader is like a mother to Dazai. I kinda wrote this without thinking so I am so sorry.

Event // Pm. Masterlist // M.Masterlist

Dazai Osamu is the feared Demon Prodigy, the youngest underboss in the history of Port Mafia, the boss' right hand man, a genius; but deep down he was a child. A child misguided to do the wrong deeds, a lonely child used as a tool by others, a child who got affiliated with a mafioso at the age of fourteen, after an attempt in suicide. He was suicidal, a child at his age should be thinking of academics instead of how to end a war with another organization with the least casualties for his own gain. He could not see the purpose in living. Nobody saw him for who he was, it was never Osamu Dazai. Everything changed when he was fifteen, he met someone who gave him a reason to live for, someone who didn't judge him.

"sir, the boss has called you to his office" A black car stopped just beside of where he stood in the street.

"A mailman huh. I guess it really is important for Mori-san" he sighed, entering the back door of the car. It has almost been a year after Mori made him his 'witness' and succeeded as the Port Mafia boss.

The drive was silent, nobody said a word. The mailman was focused on driving and Dazai was looking out the window, observing people and their daily activities.

"We're here" The mailman said before the car stopped.

"mhm" He muttered opening and closing the door shut, and he drove away.

He was very familiar with the building. The five building-like-towers in the heart of Yokohama, the middle one being the tallest of all; where the Port Mafia boss, Mori Ogai lies. He reaches the highest floor and was eventually greeted by the guards, as he arrived he saw the boss and an unfamiliar woman sitting on the boss' desk, reading a document.

"Boss" He cleared his voice making his presence clear as the both of them talked.

"ah.. Dazai-kun" Mori shifted his attention from the woman to him.

"Sit down please" He offered while Dazai walked over to the small chair in the middle of the room. Mori made his his way towards another chair and sat down across him. She took documents on top of the desk after grabbing a brown, vintage briefcase. Making her way towards the door, Mori began explaining to Dazai. The only sound that feel the room was her heels clacking to the tiled floor until Mori finally spoke up.

"As you know Dazai-kun, the previous boss has returned.. based on the information you acquired from investigating Subarachi(?) city, it may have a lead on this 'Arahibaki' and by coincidence it seems that the Sheep King is looking for the so called God of Destruction" He explained.

"and?" He replied, clearly uninterested.

"He's suggesting that you work with Nakahara Chūya, if possible make him join the Mafia" She walked passed them, handing Dazai the documents she read earlier.

"Mhm, and you are?" Dazai asked before reading the documents. She continued to walk towards the door before Mori stopped her by ordering the guards from behind the door.

"Stay. (name)-sama" He smiled while she stopped in her tracks after hearing a pair of guards ruffle through the door.

"Haii.. what do you want now?" She let out a long, exasperated sigh. Ignoring her question, he explained to Dazai who she was.

"Dazai-kun, this is (name)-sama. She was strategist from the Great War" Sighing, she flopped down on a spare chair after he continued to explain about her to the young boy.

"So she knows about you killing the previous boss then?" He asked before glancing at her then to him.

"Yes. Now let's discuss this whole thing and why am I part of this?" She sat up, sending a glare at Mori.

"It was just as I explained earlier. The previous boss returned, Dazai-kun saw him personally so now that we have the Sheep King in our capture, we'll use that to our advantage by making him join the mafia." He gave both of them a closed-eye smile, Dazai put down the document and she gave him an annoyed look.

"That won't work" Both of them sighed in unison.

"Hm?"

"Chūya is too loyal to the Sheep. It's already given after all if he didn't, he would've left them to die long ago. After realizing his own potential, he would join an organization with a high pay; if he didn't have deep ties with them..—" She explained, sitting back down while Dazai listened to her.

"The only reason for him to join us for the Sheep's safety" He followed after hearing her explain.

"—It's not guaranteed he'll be loyal. If he joins the organization for their safety alone, there's a high chance he will destroy the mafia from the inside and save his little herd"

"Wait are you suggesting-?" Dazai's eyes widened realizing what she means.

"Yes.. We have to make them suspicious of him. If they notice they have been too dependent on him, they'll do any means to overthrow him and that's where we go in." She moved the white bishop on the chess board creating an opening for the rook, and continuing the abandoned game.

"After their betrayal, the Mafia comes in and will pretend to wipe out the Sheep. Chūya, after being betrayed will stay to protect them; so he will do a bargain to save them" Dazai moved the black knight, eating the bishop and now he was in advantage in terms of pieces.

"He'll then join the mafia in terms of the bargain" She then proceeded to move her rook from across the board, blocking the king's only path to escape, almost delivering a checkmate until Dazai's queen ate it to make the game a bit longer, but not to escape the inevitable fate.

"however-" Mori sighed but was cut off by her.

"since the main priority is to make sure the previous boss doesn't return so his supporters won't start a revolution.. you have to fix that first or else you'll get tortured, then executed" She glances at Mori before moving her rook to eat Dazai's queen, delivering a back-rank checkmate. Mori was in awe after watching his protegee and ex-lover play chess in sync, as if they were reading each other's minds.

"But won't you get executed too, (name)-san? I mean you knew of how the boss'really died, yet you didn't say anything.. making you, another accomplice" Dazai leaned into his chair, analyzing how he lost.

"I'm not part of the Mafia—" She nonchalantly responded.

"Yet." Mori's voice was full of demands.

"..tch. As I said, no." She stood up from her chair, giving Dazai a small smile before turning back to the door.

"Why?" This time he was more pushy for some reason.

"It's none of your business" She hissed before opening the door and leaving.

"Well isn't she beautiful.." He muttered under his breath while Dazai sat there with a fed up look on his face.

That was their first encounter. The second one was after both of them planned a strategy to defeat Verlaine. Even if Dazai didn't have any encounters with her that didn't involve work, he grew close to her. During their plannings, he was childish but she didn't mind. He felt comfortable with her, as if he could actually show his true self. She didn't try to exploit his intelligence, as she has one of her own, she tried to understand his view of the world, she sees through his emotions but she never used it to take advantage of him.

When she joined the mafia, her position was a strategist, even if she didn't engage in missions, she was valued by the Mafia because she was the one to pull the strings and by she was liked Mori personally. He had an interest in her that Dazai seemed to distinguish as love, one that he thought Mori was not capable off. All those who tried to assassinate her failed, because of Mori's interference and his predictions. Dazai didn't want her to die, not because of how important she was in the organization but because of his own personal reasons. He then became an executive at eighteen and met quite a few people, Sakunosuke Oda and Sakaguchi Ango, whom he calls his friends. Dazai finds himself looking for her again and again, wanting to see her, because of him, Oda, Ango and her became acquainted..

Oda and (name) was on a small talking about the orphans until Ango interrupted.

"I feel like I'm quite the third wheel here you know?"

"My, my.. I never knew you were sad that you were left out Ango-kun" She teased.

"Tch. I never knew you liked kids (name)-san" He tried to switch the topic.

"I feel neutral about them—I don't dislike them nor do I like them... I once met a child in the war, she was there as a nurse since her ability allowed her to heal soldiers... such a precious child—if I remember correctly, her name was Yosano" She faintly smiled at the memory.

"You took part in the war.?" Oda fiddled with his fingers.

"Mhm.. as a strategist..." She responded. Both of them stopped in their tracks before she turned around to face them.

"If she was in the healing section and you were a strategist, how did you meet her?" Ango asked, she halted and her eyes widened a bit before laying her head low.

"My ex-lover was a doctor, he was in charge of the nurses in the war including her. I ended our relationship because of how he treated that little girl and some other reasons... in the end, she was left traumatized.. I don't know what happened to her after it was over" She quietly muttered, remembering the bitter memories of the war.

"I see.. I'm sorry for asking-" He tried to apologize but was cut off but a faint voice screaming her name.

"Y/n-san!"

" hmm.? Dazai-" before she could say anything else, his body crashed with hers as he hugged her.

"I'm quite hurt that you didn't invite me you know!" He pouted before looking at both of them.

"Anyway! Why did you three look so glum-" He tried asking but he was cut off by his phone ringing.

"Oh. It's him. Oii slug what do you want?"

"What do you mean what do I want!? You suicidal waste of bandages! We have a mission remember?!" Chūya screamed through his phone while Dazai listened with a nonchalant expression.

"Yea, yea"

"YOU'RE PROBABLY WITH THAT STUPID STRATEGIST AND YOUR EQUALLY STUPID FRIENDS!" He insulted him while Dazai was quite taken aback. He gasped before he returned the screams.

"OI YOU SLUG! YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST JEALOUS THAT I HAVE FRIENDS AND A MOTHER FIGURE!!!" All of you were quite shocked but Dazai didn't even realize what he was saying.

"I DO HAVE FRIENDS! AND I HAVE ANE-SAN!"

"NO YOU DO NOT! YOU MAY HAVE A MOTHER FIGURE BUT ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE KILLED BY YOUR HOELESS BROTHER!" He screamed, ending the call before Chūya could repriocate what he said and kill him.

"sorry about that, slug was being extra annoying" he smiled but all of them were still processing what he said earlier

"Dazai.. do you see me as a mother figure.?" She asked, coughing. Her words didn't seem to process in his mind for a second or two.

"Of course not! I only said that to piss him off!" He tried explaining, even though his lie was clearly visible; she didn't bother to inquire any further, not wanting to be nosy.

"Now let's go drink I'm thirsty!" Dazai exclaimed, heading to Lupin while they followed.

That was the last time all of them drank. She was sent away because of an organization called the Mimic appeared, Mori kept her busy for a reason she couldn't hold a grasp on. Soon, Ango betrayed the mafia and Oda died. The reason why Mori kept her busy was so she cannot interfere and warn Dazai, now the Port Mafia has a special abilities permit with the cost of everything that mattered to Dazai. She only found out the last minute, and she hates that she can't do anything about it.

After hearing Oda's last words he was about to leave the abandoned mansion until he met her running. She saw Dazai, standing infront of the ballroom door with his head hung low; when she reached him, he collapsed to the floor into her arms. His head was on the crook of her neck, and her arms was around him, hugging him, slowly patting his head as he struggled to breath.

"Shh... It's okay I'm here" Her voice trembled knowing that the kids along with Oda are dead but she could only focus on the poor child in her arms.

"He's dead... Mori-san used the Mimic to get that black envelope and he-" He explained between hiccups.

"I know" She whispered but her voice cracked.

"What did Oda say.?" She patted his back trying to comfort him but his grip tightened on her.

"He wanted me to save people.. to find a value in life" He bit his lip.

"Then go.." She continued to comfort him but he left her embrace upon hearing her words.

"What.?"

"Don't worry about me.. one day you'll find your reason in living, and you would be happy that you listened to him" She smiled at him as he slowly got up.

"Then how about you?" He tried with every bit of strength he could find to convince her to go with him. She got up too, now facing him directly in the eyes she said:

"You're still young, you would be leaving an environment you are never supposed to be in. And I.. My soul is already bounded to the mafia, if I leave with you he'd do what it takes to get me back"

"But still I-"

"Mafiosos will be here soon... Go to Chief Taneda of the Special Division of the Unusual Powers in a small cheep bar, he'll help you. Don't hesitate to turn your back, go" She quickly explained grabbing him by the shoulders with a tenses expression. His lips parted but he didn't know what to say.

"Just go, I'll meet you again" She gave him a reassuring smiled. Upon seeing her eyes, he nodded.

"Thank you.." He quietly muttered before finally leaving.

A/n: Damn that was hard and cringe.. just so you know I kinda got distracted by music while doing this I apologize... For the person who requested this you can go to the comment section and say if you want me to redo it because I'll gladly do so :)

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「 ✦ Cruel ✦ 」 Bungo Stray Dogs, Port Mafia: Dazai Osamu

a/n: follow-up from this fic, i hope i did ok! i really like writing pm dazai... also i wanna thank everyone who has followed me/liked/reblogged my posts. i really didn't expect to get any attention at all, so it means so much to me T_T and i will def get to writing ab the other characters soon~

genre: angst. so much of it. and the nasty.

content warning: f!reader. unrequited(-ish) feelings (but not rly). toxic ass relationship (like, RLY unhealthy), dependent relationship... i hope you don't find MC deplorable because personally i find her real af

MDNI! rough sex, choking, fingering, degradation both from dazai and self (bitch, slut), humiliation, trauma, bj (facefucking). dazai is rly rough with main character and not very communicative beforehand, but he checks up on character during. sex is consensual, but main character continues to force herself to do things she doesn't want to for the sake of wanting to please dazai (there is no pressure or coercion involved on dazai's part, to clear that up). if there's anything else you think i should add, please let me know.

summary: after failing to stop sleeping with the port mafia executive, dazai osamu, despite your unrequited feelings, you've come to terms with the fact that you can't bring yourself to leave him behind. but dazai's determined to show you there's nothing in him worth fighting for.

this place is all too familiar to you.

you’re bent over dazai’s desk and he’s towering over you from behind, pressed up against your body. there’s a haughty grin on his lips as he’s rucking up your skirt, grabbing your ass roughly and making you wonder when you began wearing short skirts all the time, if you’ve started doing it for the sake of easy access. after all, how many times in the past year that you’ve known this man has dazai actually taken the time to properly get you out of your clothes before fucking you, let alone gotten completely undressed for you himself? you could probably count it on one hand.

the thought makes you feel somewhat ashamed, knowing that you’re having routine sex with someone who won’t often do something as simple as strip naked for you. somehow the simple act of undressing feels all the more intimate, which makes you feel all the more distant from dazai, making him feel that much more removed in these fleeting moments you share. but of course, you don’t dare to mention it to him – not now, not ever. just let dazai’s hands roam where they wish, because more than anything, you want to please him. more than anything, you just want him to want you – whatever that might mean.

the last time you saw dazai, you had resolved to leave him for good, determining that your relationship was going nowhere. you were well-aware that dazai was only using you for sex, and that you were in the throes of an unrequited love with one of the most dangerous men in yokohama. but staving yourself off of a man like dazai, who could bring you in and out of heaven, was like trying to quit an addiction. you’ve never found yourself more attached to anyone in your life. it wasn’t long until you found yourself sleeping in his bed again. it was futile trying to fight it now.

“i said to look me in the eyes.” vicious words interrupt your thoughts, followed by an exasperated mutter of, “stupid bitch,” as you feel a few light slaps on your cheek. hands that once traveled up your skin so gently, caressing you and handling you like a fragile object, are now grabbing your neck and squeezing its sides, forcing you to meet his arrogant gaze. this is a different dazai than the one you know, a more cruel, more callous one. “ah, there’s my good girl,” he whispers coldly with a smirk, your jaw caught in his slender fingers as you now properly meet his gaze. “now, open your mouth for me… good. see how much prettier you are when you shut up and stop asking so many questions?”

he slips his thumb into your mouth, wetting it with your tongue before swiping your own saliva across your puckered lips. “good… suck my fingers like the slut you are,” dazai murmurs erotically into your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck as he dips his fingers in and out of your mouth. “this is what you want, right? what you keep coming back for.”

his words are mean tonight, like he’s punishing you for trying to get too close to him. vengeful, almost. although it’s quite typical of him to get impatient and even indifferent, dazai’s not the type to bring this kind of demeanor into the bedroom… at least, he’s never shown this side of himself before. but tonight he is more than determined to bare it all to you, to show you what he is really made of – and teach you to stay away from him, for good.

as he looks into your big, trusting eyes, which have never gazed at him with malice, he bitterly reflects on his decision. the vastness of those eyes of yours have never held anything but pure intentions and righteousness. they represent everything that he is not… and they hold the same values that got odasaku killed. you are a mere civilian who threw herself into the port mafia’s radar by sleeping with one of its infamous executives. at this point, your name has snaked its way into the mouth of dazai’s underlings; his enemies have readied themselves at your door. dazai was selfish to think he can keep you all to himself, his precious little treasure.

this was bound to happen, anyway. better that it ends now.

before you fool yourself into thinking a man like him can amount to anything more than a killer.

before your hands get soiled with blood.

before you’re shot dead…

… and before he’s convinced himself that he has a right to any of this. a right to see you, a right to hold you, a right to one day love you.

that’s why tonight, he’ll push you to your limits until you cry out in pain and pleasure; and when you’ve had enough of him and tell him to stop, he’ll leave wordlessly and never return, so you’re left only with the memory of his callousness and utter disregard for you.

gazing into the expectant eyes that are staring into his, dazai hikes his hands up your shirt to palm your breasts only to be surprised to feel nothing but bare skin. “no bra? you really are a slut, huh?” he shakes his head with a dry laugh as he tugs your shirt over your head, discarding the article of clothing on the floor. “always so desperate to be fucked.” nipples hardening at the brush of his hand, you bite back a sinful moan as he teases you with fleeting touches that send pulses to your core. the sight of you so vulnerable in his arms makes him hard; you feel his erection pressing into your back as he plays with your nipples. before you know it, those beautiful fingers of his are reaching for where you want him most – between your thighs, pushing aside your panties and sliding between your slickness.

he gasps mockingly as if he’s surprised you’re wet for him, an arrogant smirk forming on his lips. his hands know you well, his fingers finding the spot that makes you feel the best and rubbing in agonizingly slow circles. you can’t help but let his name roll off your tongue and let him know who you belong to, a quiet prayer on your tongue. succumbing to his touch so easily feels almost like a sin, but if it’s dazai, you’d do it in a heartbeat every time. even if it meant going to hell for it.

intoxicated by his cologne and blinded by his touch, when you feel his lips traversing your neck, you’re thinking to yourself like a fool: yes, this is how it should be. dazai’s awfully gentle now. this is how it should always be. you’re starved for him, begging for him to want you.

begging for him to love you.

but this man will never love you.

because this man is the devil.

“get on your knees, pretty girl.” there are those sweet words of his – ‘pretty girl.’ that term of endearment that he’s whispered affectionately against against your neck when his arms are wrapped around your waist at night, when it’s too dark to head home and you find yourself tangled under the sheets until daytime – those words that have confused you, that have left your brain a muddled mess, that offered you a glimpse into the gentleness that could be. tonight, there’s not a trace of kindness in his unyielding voice – nothing to confuse for kindness. his hands are rough, reckless. tossing you over, he faces you with a look that’s condescending and rotten. “get on your knees, and remind me why i keep you around in the first place.”

you’ll take it.

you’ll take it all –

– even if he’s hitting the back of your throat and gripping your hair so tightly that you can barely breathe, that tears are welling in your eyes, that you’re choking on him. you can hardly keep up with his pace, hands clawing at the floor in a desperate attempt to steady yourself. you’re a distraught mess, lips swollen from his shoving himself into you, saliva dribbling down your chin, an undignified whore. but you’ll take it. you’ll take it all, if that’s what it takes to keep him even for a moment more. you’ll squash the feeling that this is so, so wrong, the awareness that he’s fucking you like an object, the knowledge that you’re nothing but a piece of meat to him.

if that’s what it takes to keep him, even if just for a little longer –

– you’ll take it all.

but when he sees those tear-stained eyes of yours, he just can’t bring himself to do it anymore. he pulls out of your mouth completely, leaving you coughing uncontrollably and desperately gasping for breath. a wave of guilt washes over him, knowing that he put you in this condition in the first place. “come here,” he says harshly, trying to keep up his façade as his fingers dig deep into the flesh of your hips. he tosses you onto the bed, the spring mattress squeaking under your weight, then you feel his body against yours from behind as he covers your eyes with one large hand until you see nothing but black. “don’t tell me you still like this?” he asks in a serious tone. he’s so close to you that you can hear his soft pants against your neck, feel the heat radiating from his skin; he must still be worn out from before.

but you say nothing, nothing at all, your lips sealed in a tight line.

he scoffs at your silence, his grip on your body loosening. “use your words. aren’t you going to tell me to stop?”

you turn to look at him, and your gaze finally meets his once more. your eyes are clouded with tears, your cheeks flushed, your lips trembling. but your eyes are unwavering. that grotesque look that he just can’t stand – those big eyes, still full of devotion, unconditional resolve. eyes that are full of nothing but righteousness. he’s the source of your pain, and yet you look at him with nothing but kindness. you look at him as though he can offer you some sort of salvation —

but this man can’t even save you from himself.

“i’m… i’m not.” your voice is meek, a sob escaping you.

you find your body shaking frantically, suddenly hyper-aware of your nakedness and the fact that dazai’s practically completely clothed.

he takes a seat next to you on the bed and wraps a blanket around you, deep brown irises staring into your eyes dubiously, as though he can’t believe a word that you’re saying. then, reaching out to cradle your face gently in his hand, he strokes your cheek with his thumb. his tender caress makes you sick to your stomach and you feel bile rising in your throat – you wish he would go back to fucking you senselessly and calling you names, if only just to make this cruel fantasy go away.

“don’t touch me like that anymore!” you suddenly blurt out of spite, shoving dazai away angrily. “don’t you know how confusing you’re being right now?” you cover your face in your hands like a child just to keep him from seeing you break down, as if you could possibly hide your stifled cries and the tears streaming down your stained cheeks.

“i see,” he says in a quiet voice, hesitating as he retracts his hand. there’s a grimace on his face as he withholds his words, resisting the urge to say something, anything, to ease the pain. but he knows there’s nothing he could say to take back all that’s been done. a tension hangs in the air, disrupted only by the sound of your shaky breath as you heave into the palms of your hands, pressed firmly over your mouth to silence your heartbroken cries. bending over in pain, there’s an empty pit in your chest as you crawl into his lap like a kicked-down dog. dazai makes no movement to get up, just lets you fall against him and hums softly to comfort you, stroking the tendrils of your hair like a wandering ghost.

when your tears finally subside, leaving nothing but your shattered memories, you glance up at him only to find he’s been gazing at you the whole time. on his face, there was a pained expression. something like regret for the past, or maybe even the future.

he looked as though he had been crying, too.

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''you know im you're only one, right?''

Genre: NFSW/SMUT! a little smut!

content warning: Dazai x fem!reader, afab!, f!ngering,vag!nal sex, degrading,whimpering,hair pulling,sadistic.fem!reader crying, jelousy,protective, swearing like fuck,bitch,slut,whore and many others

synopisis: You and Dazai weren't really a couple but you were very close indeed. One day you and Dazai were on a mission to kill a mafia leader, the mafia leader was located at a resturant and you and dazai decided show up at the restuarant as a normal civlian couple, just so you both wouldn't look so suspicous while trying to kill the crook.

I love this man so much!!!

so dazai won the poll, or... i dont know if there will be more votes for chuuya but for now dazai won IF chuuya wins ill make a chuuya one as well, my request are offically open yeah!!! i dont think ill get requast but if anybody would like to be my first ever requast i would love that :) thanks for the likes and follows luvies <33

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪DAZAI

You and Dazai had just shown up at the restuarant in a fancy outfit as you were trying to blend in with the crowd, you had you're reservation ready, the waiter guided you both to you're table as you both sat down, Dazai had immediately spotted the mafia leader, you right after noticed him as well.

''ready whenever you are belladonna'' he answered, you nodded,got out of you're chair and walked to the trimmed bearded man, the man glanced over to you, amused by you're beautiful body and pretty face, as he was admiring his view, you stood infront of him greeting him and flirting with him, you took a chair from the table the man was sitting at and started getting a bit pyschial with him, it was something Dazai didn't like at all, he kept glaring at the man, frustraded at how he could just take his sweet belladonna from him, of course you guys weren't actually dating or something but Dazai couldn't help but gritt his teeth as he was watching you both flirt from a distance, as soon as that was over you asked the man to follow you to a ally, Dazai followed trying his best not to look mysterious.

The man followed you to the ally you had taken him, he was quite excited as he thought he was getting something from you. Just as he was about to kiss you, you shot him in the head, he dropped to the floor, you checked his pulse to see if he was actually dead wich he of course was, Dazai came out of the corner he was hiding and walked up to you. ''good job belladonna'' he praised you for you're success at work, ''thank you Dazai we did quite a job didn't we?'' you smiled at him, he didnt respond and just walked away from the scene, you thought it was weird since you would always joke around with eachother or eat at the restuarant for you're victory but this time? he just walked away like you.. did something to him?

-an hour later-

you were at you're apartment after a long day of work, you had hidden the body and cleaned the scene alone since Dazai was apparently in a bad mood. You put you're coat on a hanger then flopped on you're bed exhausted, before you could drift off to sleep you heard a knock on you're door.

''whos knocking on my door 1 am at the door?'' you thought to youreself, you slowly took you're gun from the desk near you're bed, reloaded it, then slowly looked out of the peephole, you saw Dazai impatiently knocking on the door, he looked really stressed out.

''Did i maybe forget to give him he's keys?'' you once again thought to youreself, you slowly opened the door, Dazai was standing there looking really annoyed about something. Just as you were about to ask him what was bothering him he pushed you inside you're apartment and closed the door after he entered, ''woah Dazai whats wrong?'' you asked him concernd.

''look belladonna something has been bothering me for a long while'' he nagged, ''whats wrong you can talk to me about anything were close after all'' you suggested trying to make him spit out what he had to say, just as he was about to speak you glanced down his slim waist to his hips and then to his crotch, you saw a big bulge on his pants. ''Dazai !, you're pants...'' you spluttered, ''Thats...what i was going to tell you about'' he retorded by the sound of his voice you knew he wasn't in a good mood at all, you blushed and placed a hand on you're mouth, ''well will you atleast hid-'' you got cut off by dazai lifting you up and throwing you on the bed ''Dazai?! what the hell?!'' you bickered, ''what...what are you trying to do?!'' You once again said fustrated, what was he thinking?! ''what makes you think you could just talk to that crook like you dont have me donna?!'' he said angrily, so thats what it was about? but... it was just apart of the plan why was he getting all fuzzy about that! ''b-but Dazai? that was apart of the p-plan?! how can you even pick that up as if i was intentionally trying to provoke him and get him all railed up!'' you said confused

''does it even matter you still flutter with him'' he said raising his voice, he picked you're legs up and placed them on his shoulders he took of ripped you're panties off, then unbuckled his pants, ''Dazai?!'' you shrieked,

''dont worry belladonna ill show you why you shouldn't talk to other men like a whore'' he snarled, he whipped his cock out, you glared at his throbbing dick, the precum already dripping down his cock, ''Dazai you dont n-need to AGH~'' you moaned as Dazai thrusted deep inside you, ''Ah~ donna you're cunt is so wet~'' he groaned. You couldn't help but roll you're eyes to the back of you're head as he slammed into you're G-spot, '' Ah~ ngh- mhm..Dazai~'' you wept ''shh bella~ i cant hear my cock ramming into you're sloppy slutty cunt~'' he grinned, enjoying every tear flowing down you're cheeks,

12 min has passed and he was still destroying you're pussy, ''Enjoying every minute bella?'' Dazai teased, ''you piece of AH~ s-shit'' you whinged, ''no such words my love~ we dont want you're mouth to turn out rotten do we, mhm? he teased, ''you grabbed his wrist trying to use it as leverage to slide out of him, but of course Dazai as that stubborn person just couldn't let that happened ''where are you going beautiful?'' he questioned, '' ah~'' you moaned not able to make out a word, ''im sorry my love but i cant seem to understand what you're trying to say?'' he said teasingly obviously aware of you're point, '' you b-bitch'' you swore at him, he slapped you, ''you shouldn't swear, you do know what happeneds to bad girls right?' he grinned,

he picked you up then pressed you're back to the wooden headbord on the bed, he spread you're legs wide open as he inserted 2 fingers inside you, ''what a sight~ only if you could see my point of view' donna~'' Dazai chuckled, ''my...i just wonder how this beauty will taste like you think i can have a little taste donna?~'' he queried, you nodded eagerly, ''he sucked you're clit making you jolt, ''p-please dazai PleasePleasePlease'' you whimpered, ''whats wrong?'' he questioned you, ''i-im going to cum-'' you said answered '' not yet love'' he continued sucking on you're clit, assaulting you're pussy with his long slim fingers, ''not yet~'' he tempted ''now~'' he added, as soon as you heard those words you hit you're climax and came, ''Dazai..'' you sniffled, ''you should of thought about that before flirting with him like a whore'' he grumbled '' You know im you're only one right?'' he added, you begged him to stop but Dazai didn't take no for an answer and started pushing his thick shaft again inside you, ''ready love?'' he snickered, before you could say anything he slammed inside you causing you to yelp, he whimpered as you were clenching around his dick, ''mhm~ Dazai'' you moaned, the hot tension overstimulating you,

''keep moaning my name like that and ill cum my love~'' he approved, he continued assaulting you're cunt and teasing you're already swollen clit, the grunts and moans filling the room, as you both harmonize, ''bella~'' Dazai whimpered ''i need a better leverage turn around-'' Dazai grunted, you did as he said and turned around, you're ass up in the air, making you're back arch like a cat, he groped you're soft plushy ass for leveraging, using his free hand to grab a thick amount of hair, ''bella you're so perfect~'' dazai praised you, '' you're such a whore all vulenrable for me to fuck you relentlessly mhm?~'' Dazai groaned, ''f-fuck im about to-'' Dazai whined quickly pulling out of you're cunt making you jump then shooting his thick warm seed all over you're arched back, ''fuck...bella-'' Dazai exhaled, you came 3 seconds after Dazai and slightly moaned making you flop to the side of the bed, Dazai got up and got a towel from you're closet wiping away his seed all over you're back, ''Dazai...'' you whined

''yes bella?'' Dazai answered, ''next time dont go so hard on me...'' you sighed, Dazai not able to hold himself from curling up a smile, ''of course~'' he chuckled, finishing cleaning you up and flopping to the side next to you, wrapping his slim arms around you spooning you, he placed his head to the crook of you're neck, kissing you, before drifting off to sleep, ''you dick-'' you chuckled to yourself before drifitng right after Dazai to sleep.

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