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Dazai X Odasaku's Sister CH14

Chapter 13: "He Doesn't Want To Be Saved”

Summary: As Odasaku's sister tries to find a way to make up for Dazai's missed birthday, she learns that it might not be so simple. Because why would a boy so intent on dying ever want to celebrate living?

Warnings: pm!sixteen year old dazai, suicide mentions, guns, manipulation on both sides, odasaku death mentions, dazai being a simp, protective ango

(This is chapter fourteen of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. I'll link the master list below so you can get the full story. Asagao's ability is to stop time for up to six seconds.)

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Work Count: 6k

Ango placed a hand up to his face before rubbing his temple in order to quell the dull pain that resided there. This was the fourth week in a row that he had spent in his office alone and the man was starting to get used to the dim and windowless walls around him.

The tasks in front of him were extensive, they always were for his line of work and the process had become a force of habit lately for the man. It was easier that way, working himself into the ground in order to keep his mind off his deceased best friend and the mistakes he regretted every step of the way.

Because in some sort of sick way the agent still believed that he was partly responsible for Odasaku’s death. Maybe not directly but he was a spy in the port mafia, he still betrayed Dazai and Oda by telling the government all their secrets, the ones that he promised to keep. He lied, he betrayed them in the worst possible way and Ango knew he didn’t deserve forgiveness.

And then there was Asagao.

It had been almost an entire year since he last saw her in person but the government check ups he ordered seemed to show that she was doing fine adjusting to Yokohama.

And he promised himself that he would be there for her, that he would take on that brotherly/ paternal role that Oda couldn’t do anymore but who was he kidding? He wasn’t equipt for that kind of thing. He never liked kids, and now he was responsible for the most important thing in the universe? How could he possibly be worthy of such a thing?

In a twisted way, he couldn't help but look at her as an atonement, a penance for his past crimes. Because maybe if he kept her safe then the universe would forgive him as well, maybe he could finally have a good night's rest without the consent guilt on his back.

But he knew it was wrong to look at her that way, to only see her as a bargaining tool of his own psyche. How despicable of him. She had nothing to do with all of this. Asa was just a lost sixteen year old child that needed guidance.

And though he was sure he wasn’t equipped for that, Ango knew he had to try.

He couldn’t fail anyone else, especially Odasaku’s little sister

Sighing to himself, Ango then reached his office door before opening the surface and pausing at the familiar sight of crimson across his vision. “Ah, there you are! I’ve been waiting for ages. This is bad Ango, this is really really really bad! You gotta help me!”

Almost immediately, the man felt his mind turn blank with confusion, watching the frazzled and fidgety Asagao race up to him in clear distress.

And though he should’ve focused on many things, the only thing that he could comprehend was her cry for help.

Oh no, what could’ve happened? She looked so scared and helpless like this. Did someone try to hurt her? Did something happen that the government reports didn’t pick up on?!

Ango then reached forward in order to place a firm hand on her shoulders and stop her jumpy body language.

No, it didn’t matter what happened, he would fix it. He had to. Anything to make sure she was safe. “Asa..h-hey..it’s okay..what happened..?”

The girl only shook her head though, causing Ango to grip onto her even tighter, a sense of dread in his voice. “It’s okay, you can tell me. Does it have something to do with Dazai?”

Asagao then nodded her head sadly, causing the agent’s blood to boil. He knew this would happen, he knew that allowing her to hang around a destructive force like Dazai was a horrible idea. He could only imagine how he hurt her.

That selfish little boy, how dare he hurt the last remaining piece of Oda in this world. He didn’t care if the two used to be friends, Ango wouldn’t forgive him for ignoring his warnings.

Just then, he saw her lips start to quiver in reply, Asagao’s hand moving up in order to weakly grasp onto his buttoned down work shirt as Ango leaned in closer with anxiety at the sound of her voice.”Ango..I..I..”

Feeling his heart twist and turn at the sound of her broken little tone, the agent frowned, ready to tear down the entire city in response.

Oh my god, how bad could it be? What possible could’ve had her acting like this?

Ango’s mind then began to run rampant, already coming up with a list of people to call and documents to get in order to take Asagao away from Yokohama. Sure, it would be tricky but he could do it, he could get her away from..

Yet that’s when Asagao finished her sentence, a whine etched in her throat. “I missed Osamu’s birthday..!”

…..what?

Almost immediately, the agent felt his mind stop, his own eyes blinking in disbelief as he tried to process the ridiculous statement. That’s what this was about? She wasn’t hurt, she wasn’t in danger? All of that, for a missed birthday? Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Forcing his hands to fall from her shoulders, Ango’s lingering headache seemed to return ten fold, his fingers reaching up to the sight with a groan. He really was worried for nothing.

Although now that his panic had passed, more questions seemed to appear in his mind. “Hold on, how did you even get in here?”

Asagao only turned her head in reply, like the answer was obvious. “Through the door, duh. You're so silly Ango, how else would I do it?”

Ango deadpanned though, knowing it wasn’t that simple. “You know that’s not what I mean. This is a government owned building. There are extensive levels of security. You can’t just..”

Realization seemed to flash on her face then, Asagao clapping her hands up before wiggling a finger in air quotes at the man’s direction. “Oh yeah! That reminds me, you should really look into that. It’s not as “secure” as you think it is.”

At that, Ango couldn’t help but widen his eyes in horror.

Wait, did that mean what he thought it meant? Did this girl just break into a high level government building and illegally gain access to his office just to tell him a stupid statement like that? Forgetting a birthday, that’s what constituted committing a literal crime?!

She was insane, literally insane. What if she got caught, what if things didn’t go as planned? Then she would’ve been in prison for something so incredibly stupid.

Feeling a sharp shiver run up his spine, Ango then looked at the goofy unbothered smile on her lips only to thank the gods that Asagao wasn’t evil or else he knew he would’ve been screwed.

To have her as an enemy, he imagined it was probably just as bad as having Dazai as an enemy.

Asagao seemed to notice his disapproving stare though, her hands going up in defense before frowning. “Hey don’t look at me like that. I tried doing things legally but the people out front wouldn't let me in and this is really important, Ango! I couldn't wait!”

The man only let his shoulders fall in defeat, already utterly exhausted from this conversion. He knew that she was spazzy and strange but this thought process was way more messed up then Odasaku ever was. She was like the man turned up to a million.

If only her brother was here, because right now the agent felt like he was clearly in over his head. “I don’t even know where to begin with that statement..”

Walking over to his desk, Ango stumped into the chair only for Asagao to turn around to place her hands on the surface in reply. “Come on Angoooo, we are getting off topic. I’m really at a loss here, that’s why I came to you in the first place. You’re the only grown up I know and I really need someone to talk to about this. Pleaseee?”

Then to add dramatic effect, the girl practically draped herself over his desk in order to bat her eyes as innocently and sweetly as possible, making Ango’s heart hesitate with guilt.

Damn it, why did she have to say that? Why did she need to bring up that he was the only reliable adult she had in her life? How could he possibly turn her away now? Even though her methods were foolish, scolding her wouldn’t change that she had searched him out.

Sighing to himself, Ango then closed his eyes before speaking apprehensively. “Alright, fine. What do you mean you missed Dazai’s birthday?”

Then almost immediately, Asagao’s expression brightened up in order for her to snap back up with a clap of excitement, almost like she had planned her pathetic little act purposely to make him cave.

But that was crazy, right?

Not giving him time to think though, Asa spoke. “Right, so we were talking and the conversation came up but then when I asked him about his birthday Osu said that it was six months ago. He told me not to worry about it but how can I? I’m his girlfriend and I couldn’t even have the decency to wish him a happy birthday. Ah, I’m the worst, aren’t I?”

Yet Ango couldn’t help but catch something else in her explanation, red flags immediately going off as his head snapped up. “Hold on, didn’t you say that your relationship is in name only? You just called yourself his girlfriend.”

The way she said it, it seemed so natural and that was something that worried Ango immediately. He was only okay with Dazai and Asa’s relationship if it was surface level. But this didn’t sound surface level anymore. And that scared him.

He then watched the girl pause before shaking her head to will away the idea. “Girlfriend, fake girlfriend whatever..you’re missing the point, Ango. This isn’t about that. Anyways, like I was saying I just..”

Ango only cut her off though only, his tone sharp. “You’re not getting attached are you?”

Practically jumping in her skin, he then watched Asa hesitate once more before stuttering out a reply. “W-What, no. Of course not. Osamu and I aren’t like that. Our “relationship” is by convenience, that’s all. I told you that. We use each other to get closer to Oda.”

Sure, that’s what she told him but relationships change. Surface level things become deeper without warning and that was something that Ango needed to shut down the moment he sensed it.

And the way she was looking at Ango right now was the man's worst fear. Her voice cracked on the first part of her reply, which meant that he had struck something unknown.

Not letting her wiggle out of this one, the man refused to break eye contact with her. “If that is the case, then why are you so worried about such a trivial thing?”

Not understanding, Asa scoffed. “What are you talking about?”

Yet Ango simply gave her the hard truth, whether she wanted it or not. “Dazai’s birthday has nothing to do with Odasaku. You know that, and yet you break into my office because of it. Why?”

It was a flaw in her story, one that the man couldn’t help but notice. Because if Dazai and her were really using each other for convenience and for Oda’s memory then why had she broken into a government facility and risked imprisonment for something that had had nothing to do with their original promise?

Watching her stumble on her words, Asa filtered with her hands “Well…because..”

Ango spoke over again though, his accusation throwing her completely off guard. “Asagao, please tell me you haven’t fallen for him.”

That was his worst fear, for Dazai to latch his greedy little claws into her so much so that she could never escape. He could so easily wrap her around his finger and make her do unspeakable things with the guise of love and Asa would know none the wiser.

He could wreck her, destroy her until she was a shell of herself and this poor girl would thank him for it.

No, that couldn’t happen. If that was the case then he would have to go back to original plan and drag Odasaku’s sister out of Yokohama as quickly as possible.

But it seemed like the idea hadn’t even crossed her mind, Asagao’s face immediately turning a bright red in order to flap her arms around in distress. “W-What?! No, no no it’s not like that. I haven’t..I didn’t even..that’s not...you're wrong. I just wanted to do something nice for him. You know, because of all the things he did for me.”

And for Asagao, the agent’s acquisition wasn't something she could comprehend. What was he saying, that she was in love with Osamu? What kind of crazy idea was that? Of course it wasn’t like that.

Love? How could she possibly be worthy of such a thing with him? He didn’t even know her. Sure, maybe they weren’t strangers anymore but Osamu didn’t have the connection that Asagao had. He didn’t have years worth of letters to go off of.

He knew her from the last year they had been together but even Asa knew not to get carried away by their relationship. Osamu would never have the bond that she had for him, and that was okay. She didn’t expect him to.

Ango was getting carried away, there was no way things could be like that. Osamu would never fall in love with a freak like her, she knew that. That’s why the idea had never crossed her mind.

The way they were now, it was enough for her.

She couldn’t expect more.

Sucking in a heavy breath, Asa then closed her eyes in order to calm her erratic heartbeat before answering his question. “You asked me why I’m so worried about such a silly little thing? Well because it's important. That’s why. Everyone deserves to celebrate their birthday, even Osamu. Thinking that he let the day pass all alone, without anyone knowing, it doesn’t feel right..”

Asagao then watched a vivid memory cross her closed eyes, causing her expression to crunch up with sadness. “Especially since I know what that’s like.”

She could still remember the feeling, every holiday and day lingering past her each year as she sat alone in her room and read her brother’s letters for a sense of warmth. No, she didn’t want Osu to have to feel that, so lonely and insignificant. It was painful.

And it seemed Ango even knew what she had meant by that statement, his stern gaze softly with painful guilt in order for his shoulders to slump with understanding.

Perhaps he read this all wrong, she was just trying to do a good thing for his old friend.

So much so, the agent then sighed to himself before standing from his desk in order to place a warm hand to Asa’s head with a reassuring smile “You don’t have to look so guilty about it. Dazai told you not to worry about it, right?”

He hated how personally she took such a small mistake, that she blamed herself for her inability to predict every little thing. It was the biggest flaw she had, burdening herself with everyone else’s problems and calling them her own.

Although her topic of conversation still struck something interesting as well, Ango’s mind wandering back to their nights at Bar Lupin and finding a gap. “But now that I think about it, Dazai never brought up his birthday to Odaskau or me, not once.”

At that, Asa couldn’t help but look up. Now we were getting somewhere. “Why do you think he never brought it up?”

Ango only shook his head though, not having the answers she was looking for. Odasaku was always better at reading that boy than him. “I don’t know, I imagine it just never interested him..”

The man then frowned before whispering mostly to himself. “I mean, for a kid so intent on dying, why would he want to celebrate another year of living?”

Then all at once, Asagao felt her eyes widen in heartbreaking realization. She had never thought about that before but Ango was right. Osamu wanted to die, he wanted to leave this world by his own volition. That was his end goal.

And the idea of a birthday was about the exact opposite. It was soaked in life and celebration, everything that Dazai Osamu absolutely despised.

After his many suicide attempts, after the world rejected to take him, she was sure that his birthday was like the equivalent of a slap in the face.

Because every year that passed was a failure to him, it marked another eternity stuck on this earth, almost like the day of his birth was continuing to mock him for being unable to finish the job.

No wonder why he looked withdrawn when she mentioned it. Asa probably brought back that rejection tenfold without meaning to. That’s why he brushed it off and told her to drop it.

Damn it, now she felt even worse than before.

There had to be something she could do to make him feel better.

Lowering her eyes in silent thought, Ango then broke through the silence, his words laced with warning. “I know that face. Stop it. I know you mean well but getting wrapped up in Dazai’s suicidal tendencies will do you no good. It will end in disaster and you're just going to get hurt like that.”

Asa only shook her head though, hating that he was right. Osamu’s world was so dark and sad, laced with loneliness and misery she could never understand. His desire to die surely stemmed from a mix of horrible experiences and feelings that he kept locked tight to himself.

Feeling her shoulders slump in defeat, the girl was at a loss. “I just want to help him, is that so bad?”

Ango only softened though, his hand landing on her shoulder with a sad smile. “No, it’s not. I want to also, but it’s not that simple. You have to understand that Dazai’s been like that for a long time, even longer than Odasaku or I have known him. Any attempt to fix what’s broken is long gone.”

Asagao slumped her head down at that, her blurry uncertain eyes boring to the floor.

She would never be able to understand it, not fully. What made him like this?

Because while she saw the good and the possibilities of beauty Asa knew that Osamu was the complete opposite. His life had only provided him with awful memories, memories that have always been incomprehensible to her.

But even still, she couldn’t help but catch glimpses of his past every once and a while. The way he would become strangely quiet and stare out Oda’s window silently while she slept, the way his eyes would narrow in deep thought when they watched a movie or the way he would flitch and tense when she tried to touch anywhere but his bandages.

Something in his life had broken him, far beyond repair.

And Asagao wasn’t stupid, as knew that crying to him or begging the boy not to kill himself was pointless. He was too far gone for that. The idea of suicide had been ingrained into every one of his cells, suffocating him and making him see no other option.

After years of suffering, how could she possibly change any of that?

Still not wanting to believe it, Asa grasped for anything she could find, anything that would heal his broken mind. “But..I..”

Yet that’s when Ango cut her off, his voice serious. “Asagao.”

Looking up from her spot on the floor, the agent finished sadly. “He doesn’t want to be saved.”

And that broke the final straw of hope that she had, the girl crumbling down internally as her entire face fell.

Ango was right. Dazai didn’t want to be saved. This whole birthday thing was a part of a larger much deeper scale, one that she couldn’t fix no matter how hard she tried.

But could it really be? Could she really not do anything? Even after he gave her so much, even after Osamu’s presence calmed her heart back home.

Right now was she truly utterly useless to him?

Searching for an answer, Asa whispered. “If my brother were still here, what would he have done?”

Ango knew the answer immediately, although it wasn’t the one she wanted. “He would’ve dropped it. Odasaku knew better than to dive too deep into Dazai’s problems and so should you.”

Drop it? Really? Oda saw this sad broken little boy and he just ignored his problems? He never brought it up or tried to fix it, not once? He pretended like they weren’t there and went on drinking with Dazai like nothing was wrong? How could he stand that?

Shaking her head, something about that sentence didn’t seem right. “But that’s what everyone else in his life has done. That’s what he’s grown up with, that’s what he probably expects..”

Just then, Asagao paused, the words getting lost in her throat before her eyes widened with realization. “I get it.”

Why hadn’t she seen it before? Why didn’t she realize that? How could she have been so stupid? Oh, she needed to get to work quickly. There wasn’t much time.

Then Ango watched the red haired kid immediately turn towards the door only for him to chase after her. What did that mean? She wasn’t about to do something dangerous, was she?

Because that was something he wasn’t going to allow. “Wait, where are you going now?”

Turning around immediately, Asagao answered back, her voice rushed and manic, like she was trying to process her thoughts by the second. “You’re right, Ango. Empty words mean nothing to him, and maybe backing off would be easier but that’s not going to fix anything. Telling him not to die, that’s not what he’s looking for.”

Ango still looked completely lost though, causing Asagao to groan in frustration before connecting the dots for him. “Don’t you see? Osamu doesn’t want to be saved, he wants to be noticed.”

Lifting her hands out in explanation, Oda’s sister continued. “How many years has Osu been alone, how many times has he let his birthday pass because he simply believes that no one will care and no one will hear him? He’s given up because he realized that it’s easier for everyone else to ignore him than to acknowledge his suffering..”

Of course, of course that’s what it was. He didn’t want someone to pull him from the ledge, he wanted someone to notice that he went up to the roof in the first place. How many years had he been ignored, looked over, and passed off because of his inability to be understood?

So much so that at some point down the line, Osamu stopped calling out, he stopped waiting for someone to see him and just buried himself in the darkness, not seeing a point in trying anymore.

That’s why he didn’t bring up his birthday, because he thought that no one would care, that no one would ever acknowledge the fact that he was alive and struggling with the wish not to be.

Oh, how lonely and isolating that must have been for him, to have given up hope.

The ideology that her brother and Ango shared, it was only part of the problem. Ignoring his pain wasn’t going to make it go away.

And perhaps acknowledgment it wouldn’t fix it either, but at least it would show Dazai that she was looking at him, that she saw him.

He wasn’t alone, she would walk right beside him for as long as she was able.

Because of that, for the first time in her life, Asagao couldn’t agree with her brother’s choice. ”But I will always acknowledge it, I won’t ignore it like my big brother. I refuse to let him suffer alone.”

Balling her hands into fists with determination, the girl then turned around in order to leave only to hear Ango’s voice once more. “Why? Why are you pushing yourself so hard for him? Dazai isn’t the kind of person that would ask you to do this.”

Asagao only nodded her head though fully aware of that. “I know.”

She knew Osamu wouldn’t have expected such a thing for her, but that’s why she had to do it more than anything else. Because he was worth it, and although he may have not believed it, he deserved only the absolute best in life.

So what if he never outwardly cried out for help? That just made his desperate silence even more prominent.

Ango then watched Oda’s sister pause by the door, her hand on the side of the frame as her next words caused a ring of newfound clarity to appear in his eyes.

“But those are the kinds of people that need it the most.”

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Turning the lock to Odasaku’s apartment, Dazai happily skipped inside in order to throw his usual black jacket on the floor and kick off his shoes with a holler. “Asa-chan! Your favorite person is here!”

Almost as if on cue, the girl herself came racing to the entryway, her face the epitome of sunlight as she waved towards him. “Oh, Osu! You’re just in time. I’m almost done with dinner.”

Dazai only hummed at that, already making his way towards the table in the corner as his stomach grumbled with reply.

He never liked eating before but ever since he visited Asa’s place more frequently the boy found himself looking forward to whatever would be waiting for him.

Settling down at his usual spot, Dazai placed his hands onto the table before hearing the soft humming from Asa as she moved through the kitchen causing the boy to close his eyes in contentment.

He hated how relaxed he was in this mutate and normal atmosphere. It contrasted the cold port mafia basement he had that spend the first half of his day in.

In fact, it was like night and day, the boy finally able to un-tense his shoulders and breathe for the first time in hours.

Although that’s when he heard Asa’s voice from the kitchen, just as sweet as always. “Hey, Osamu. Can you do me a favor and close your eyes for a sec? I wanna show you something.”

Lifting his head up with amusement, the boy called back, fully intent on teasing her. “So bold, Asa-chan. You plan on attacking me while I’m defenseless? Although now that I think about it, dying by your beautiful fingers wouldn’t be a bad way to go so I'll allow it.. “

Then as promised, Dazai closed his eyes, leaning back on his arms as wistfully thought about that possibility. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t have minded her killing him tonight.

Usually the boy wouldn’t have let his guard down like this with anyone but on the off chance that Asa did betray him the executive knew he’d be okay with it. At least he would die in this nice warm place.

Perhaps she would hum for him while she did it also? That sounded like the prefect way to die.

He then vaguely heard Asagao’s footsteps sound around him before hearing the light behind him click off before she spoke again, anxiety in her tone. “Alright, open them!”

Dazai then did as she asked, opening his eyes before the soft glow of a tiny flame welcomed him, only to look down to find a small circular strawberry cream filled cake below it. But what was this?

Looking up with confusion, the boy then opened his lips only for Asagao to speak above him, her voice rising to a sing-songy tone. “Happy Late Birthday, Osamu!”

And almost instantly the boy was stunned, Dazai not knowing what to say only for Asa to continue in his place. “I know, I know what you’re going to say. But I already missed way too many of your birthdays’ I couldn’t miss another one.”

He then watched her hesitate before reaching underneath her in order to pull out a stack of colorful folded construction paper in order to place it on the table. “Besides, who knows how many of them you’ll be around for before you go. That’s why we should treat every single one as special.”

Then the girl simply slid the stack over to Dazai with a shaky nervous smile as the boy picked up the first one on the pile with confusion. Just what was her plan, and why did she look so anxious for him to look at these?

Although Dazai got his answer the moment he opened the paper, his eyes greeted by a homemade drawing with big huge bubble letters and a short message underneath.

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Happy 1st Birthday, Osamu

I'm glad you were born.

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Feeling his fingers turn numb, the boy then quickly closed the sight before immediately reaching for another folded paper, this time in the middle of the stack. No, it couldn’t be. These weren’t, they couldn’t be..

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Happy 13th Birthday Osamu

This is the year I first heard about you from Oda’s letters and I wouldn’t have in any other way. You gave me so much hope and wonderful feelings. You may have seen this day as a failure but I’m glad you made it another year so I could know who you are.

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They were. They were birthday cards. Counting the folded pieces of paper immediately, the boy gasped. Sixteen, there were sixteen cards, one to represent every single year she wasn’t there. She made these for him.

Not knowing how to process the gesture, Dazai stared dumbfounded at the brightly colored pieces of paper. Asa went through so much effort for him, why? He told her to drop it. He wasn’t expecting her to care this much.

No one ever cared this much.

Not knowing if he wanted to continue and yet feeling the desperation to even so, the boy then reached for the final one in the stack with a shaky breath of uncertainty.

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Happy 16th Birthday Osamu

I know you want me to forget that I missed your birthday but I simply can’t do that, Osu. Because this is the first year I have the honor of saying to you in person. All the other times I silently spoke it through the letters but this time I’m going to get it right. So, here it goes.

I know how you probably look at this day. You see the failure, the mockery of another year alive but the time we spent together this past year has been a gift to me.

The things that you despise like your very existence or even waking up in the morning to see another day, I can't help but be grateful for them because it means I get the privilege of sharing my life with you for just a little bit longer.

And just as I cherish them, I hope you do too. So much so then when you do finally leave this world you may realize that not everything in life was bad. That someone noticed you when you thought no one ever would.

You are the most important thing to me, Osamu.

Thank you for being alive another year.

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Once he was done reading, Dazai remained silent, his eyes glued to the page as a heavy wave of emotion coursed through him. It made his throat close up and his chest ache with unspeakable pain by the second.

No one had ever thanked him for being alive before.

These letters, she wasn’t trying to get him to live, she wasn’t shaming his desire to die. No, she had acknowledged his wish and yet thanked him for it.

God, he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was dying from his own faltering body. What was wrong with him? Why was his hands shaking on these cards, why was his eyes stinging with pain and his throat closing up against his will?

Asagao on the other hand watched his reactions with anxiety, her fingers flittering under the table before standing up in order to get the rest of dinner.

Perhaps her cards didn’t do much but it was worth a shot, at least he knew she was thinking about him now.

Yet that’s when she felt two arms reach around her waist, pulling her backwards into Dazai’s chest as he buried his messy brown hair into her shoulder in order to hide his expression.

His grip was firm and tight, unable to let her move or turn around, almost like it was on purpose so she couldn’t see his weak and fathering display from just behind her.

Asa didn’t mind though, allowing her body to still as she felt him squeeze her midsection in a silent thank you for not pushing it.

How could she break his rules when he was holding her with such warmth and desperation? She couldn’t, not when he was showing her such a fragile side to himself.

And this was the first time without the blindfold that she had been allowed to witness the crumbling inner boy that was Dazai Osamu.

Of course she couldn’t see him given their position but she could feel his hands and the trembling frantic hold he had as he tried to tether her to the world.

Asagao didn’t argue with that though, happy to be his anchor of hope that life could be a tiny bit better than what it was. He could cling to her as long as he needed to and as tightly as he desired because she wasn’t going anywhere. Not ever.

So much so, the girl then lifted her hand up before lightly touching the hands that were holding her, her fingers tracing over the bare skin as Osamu twitched at the contact before allowing her to rest her palm on top of his lovingly and in absolute silence.

They stood like that for what seemed like forever, listening to each other's shaky breath before Dazai finally muttered under her shoulder. “You think of something too.”

Not understanding, Asa’s hand fell from his before shifting her head in confusion. What was he saying? What was she supposed to think about?

Yet that’s when Osamu spoke again, his head lifting from the safety of her shoulder. “I missed all your birthdays also. So think of something you want to make up for them.”

Feeling her eyes to flash with realization, Asa immediately felt her lips curve into a warm smile. He was trying to meet her halfway, wasn’t he? How sweet. The scary demon prodigy wanted to get her a birthday gift.

Although, just the thought was enough for her, not wanting to step on any toes. “Oh, thank you but I couldn't possibly want anything. Just being with you is enough.”

Dazai only frowned though, immediately twisting his hands around in order to flip the girl so that she was facing him. Why couldn’t she make this easy? He was trying to do something nice for the first time in his life and she wasn’t giving him any ideas.

He couldn’t just live with her choice. Giving her nothing would’ve been like a slap in the face considering the care and time she put into him.

There had to be something she had wanted, something that he could provide.

Yet that’s when his mind flashed back to the couple days ago only for his face to light up with twisted realization. There was one thing he knew she was interested in, something she kept asking him about…

Putting his hands on her shoulders, Dazai then smiled in sick joy before speaking. “Aw come on, Asa-chan. I think we both know that’s not true, there is something you want, something you’ve been bugging me about.”

The then boy paused speaking the words he knew Asagao wouldn’t be able to resist.

“How would you like to play with my dog again?”

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emily12345678910 · 7 months

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Chuuya Nakahara x fem!reader

The Reason?..

Characters:Chuuya (obviously) Mori,Elise,Dazai,Kunikida,Ranpo,Yosano,Fukuzawa (mostly everyone xD and a made up person)

Warings:cuss words?,death,very detailed death(s) or injury(s) and just Dazai

Word count:1558

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*The Past In The Port Mafia*

You Dazai and Chuuya were "friends" more like you and Dazai are friends and so are you and Chuuya but they were not other than for Dazai and Chuuya dressing like they do you kinda dressed like it but what you wore mostly all black you had black fishnet tights with a black skirt that wasn't to long or two short and brown boots than was a bit below your knees and you had a white shirt that was tucked in your skirt a bit and a black jacket that went around your shoulders like Dazai's and Chuuya's your dad is Mori Ōgai you and Chuuya met when you guys were about 4 years old and you guys were the same age so we're you and Dazai you,Dazai and Chuuya were all the same age your Ability was "mimic" you actually had Dazai's ability "No Longer Human" you knew that your Ability can have about four or five Ability's at the same time you and Chuuya liked each other since you were both 12 young age yes but the two of you didn't know you liked each other after a long while Dazai knew the two of you liked each other since you told Dazai and Chuuya told Dazai so Dazai knew he knew even before so around the age of 15 you and Chuuya started to date it was good You and Dazai had a friend group with two guys one of them named Ango Sakaguchi and the other one Oda Sakunosuke the four of you would talk and stuff and yes you did talk to Chuuya as well but than that thing happened with Oda he died you saw a friend die but Dazai pulled you back when you tried stopping the blood from escaping from Oda's arm after he died you looked at your hands the past came back to you...

*The past (The Incident)*

You got news that your friend Ivy Wolf had took a dangerous mission you and Dazai and Chuuya went to get her than you saw fire.. fire?! You ran to the fire Dazai and Chuuya running after you you saw your friend and was glad she was okay so you stopped and so did Chuuya and Dazai but than she covered her mouth and nose and ran in you yelled for her to stop but she didn't listen you ram but Dazai grabbed you and held you back you told him to let you go bt that time Oda and Ango were there than the place blew up when Dazai let you go Chuuya grabbed you and pulled you to him and blocked any thing that can harm you after a bit you stepped in his foot hard he let you go and you ran to find your friend they ran after you than you found her you ran to her she was laying down on the ground her stomach got stabbed badly you ran to her and fell to the floor and tried to stop the blood Dazai,Chuuya,Oda and Ango were just watching they couldn't do anything you friend said "y/n..no" you kept trying to stop the blood you called your dad for him to bring back up it seemed they haven't arrived yet your friend grabbed your hand and said "y/n...I'm sorry- it was my last mission....before I left... but hey I guess I won't make..it" you said "no no no you will make it" after a bit she said "your a great friend y/n.." and than she stopped moving and let go of your hand you sat there she had stopped breathing and by that time your dad came you looked at your hands your hands were covered in her blood you started to cry and cry a lot you put you head down and it felt like you were going to scream it got worse and worse and your cries became screaming you wanted to kill everyone your friend didn't deserve death..your throat started to hurt a lot Chuuya and Dazai went over to you and hug hugged you they took you back Oda said he would set a funeral after that it just wasn't the same...

*Back With The Port Mafia (Oda's Death*

The past just came back you just looked at your hand Dazai said "y/n no" he went to you than pulled you into a hug the both of you hugged for a good while you now crying you felt the whole world fall apart you talked to Chuuya after that happened you told him you were leaving the Port Mafia he understood but you followed Dazai you and Chuuya were still dating have been since well you guys were 15 you and Dazai and Chuuya are now 19 you and Dazai were getting a knew job and well someone cane for you when you were alone... it did not end well

*At a Ball (On A Roof Alone)*

You and Dazai went to a ball through you guys or well you didn't dance so you just had your normal outfit on it was a new one to you have black small boots the same fishnet tights a white black skirt and a white shirt with a white jacket a bit different but it was something you had your jacket off you were just on the roof when someone came up to you the two if you talked you knew what they wanted so you used one if your Abilitys to put a shield around or on every escape place locking you and him on the roof you went to turn but than he stabbed you in the stomach and took the knife out you fell to the floor and held your hand on your stomach he Saud "sorry y/n I killed Ivy now it is time for you" he killed your friend?.. you stood up and said "y-you killed her?.." he laughed and said "she was a easy kill" you were with the ADA/Armed Detective Agency you and the guy talked until Dazai and Ranpo came to the roof door but it has your shield the only way to remove it is by killing you or making you pass out the guy stabbed you again you used your ability and the knife broke in your stomach he threw it and yelled at you he grabbed you by your throat by now Dazai told everyone I the ADA Kunikida and Yosano were at the floor of the place it was really up high so they had to look up Dazai and Ranpo were by the door Dazai on the phone with Kunikida Dazai didn't want anything happen to you he couldn't Cuuuya trusted him a lot with letting you go with Dazai but when the guy grabbed you by your throat than walked to the edge and pulled out another knife than stabbed you in your stomach again but then took the knife you and held you over the roof he made sure you were okay but than the guy dropped you he was going to ask Kunikida something but he than said "she didn't fall she is hanging onto something " he was relieved than you pulled yourself up and got on the roof the guy when to push you off again than you grabbed his hand than kicked him away he fell to the floor you two were fighting for a long while Dazai couldn't do anything about the shields all he could do was watch the guy stabbed your hand with the knife it went right through your hand you kicked him off the knife still in your hand you knew you had to make sure thus man went to jail it was for Ivy you took the knife out if your hand and threw it you ere in pain it was a long while than a helicopter came down you were standing the guy looking for the knife you threw he found it than when he turned around the helicopter landed and guys had a gun pointed at him you felt dizzy and fell the shields slowly disappearing it disappeared from top to bottom Dazai ran to you and Yosano went up the ladder with Kunikida you were laying down in the ground Yosano couldn't heal you the knife pieces were in your stomach you need surgery than it all went black...

*you were sent to the hospital got surgery but you were in a coma for a month Dazai was blaming himself Chuuya was there he wanted to kill that guy but after the month passed you woke up you were told you had to stay in the hospital for a bit and after that you were in the ADA and so was Dazai you only did that whole thing for a reason..you did recover yes and you and Chuuya were still dating and well after that the rest is the rest but you may be wondering

What was the reason?.. well that is simple

It was for Ivy and Oda..

The friends you lost due to people... it was for them and it was for Cuuya and Dazai as well but..mostly for Ivy and Oda after them dying due to the people you just lost your smile...you did smile yes but only in front of Dazai and Chuuya

The End

note:it says the end by the way

#fanfictions #chuuya x fem!reader #bsd odasaku #ango sakaguchi #dazai osamu #ranpo edogawa #kunikida doppo #yosano akiko

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rusmii · 2 months

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🎧₊ FUCK HIM, I'LL BE YO' BABY DADDY INSTEAD

homewrecker!chuuya, dazai, kunikida, fukuzawa, sigma, fyodor, nikolai x fem!reader who's in a toxic relationship

tags. hardcore smut, sfw hcs (not rlly sfw hcs), nsfw scenarios, toxic (ex) bf, ur favs fuck you so good🤞, cheating, fingering, g-spot hitting, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, dubcon i think?, stalking, porn videos/photos, p->v, lying, no used protection, cuckholding, inviting third person, cowgirl, mating, doggy, cuffed and gagged, bondage gear, clit stimulation, praise/degration, spanking, revenge sex, sex ed lessons, oral (f/m), blowjobs, cunnilingous, nikolai eating readers pussy while carrying her on the wall, g-spot hitting, mentioned nikolai murdering your ex 💀, NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL, BANNERS/DIVIDERS MADE BY ME.

ps. I HATE THIS POST SM. IM NEVER WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS AGAINNN😭😭 !!!! as u can see i removed ango and tecchou..

i'm currently hosting a nsfw event for my 400+ followers that'll end when i hit 500 and im currently at 460+ already.. if u wanna join before it ends pls do so! I'll be posting all event reqs after the event closes <3

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00.1 #𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀

CONFUSED ASF.

honestly brought up the topic abt calling the police multiple times.

is so sosososo confused on why you don't want him to help you and take care of the man :(

you're his best friend, so why don't you ask him for help??

well... he gets his answer one day when your urgently call him to come over.

The door swung opened. There, Kunikida saw you dressed in your skimpy lingerie with a small smirk on your face. "Kuni~ So glad to have you join us for tonight's punishment!" Confused, Kunikida raised his brow. "Is there something wrong?" He asks, allowing himself into the coze of your home — shutting the door lock. You shook your head, "No, just needed you and my boyfriend for something today." Your boyfriend. Concealing his snarl, Kunikida clears his throat and asks you to lead the way.

When you open the door down the hall, Kunikida is met by a man handcuffed and gagged in a chair as well as... bondage gear..? "[Name], what is this?" Kunikida questions, anxious about what you were going to say next. You say nothing and drag him inside the room, locking the door shut before having him sit on the bed. You bend your knees, now eye level to Kunikida's crotch, and what you say next surprises the fuck out of him. "Let's cuck my ex?"

Least to say, Kunikida couldn't deny your request — with how wonderfully beautiful you are, bouncing on his cock. He groans, your insides felt absolutely amazing. "[Name]~ Just like that, rotate your hips just like that - Ghnn~" He places his hands on your hips. You turn back to look at him, a lewd expression hidden by your composed structure. "Oh fuck! Mhm~ Kunii~ Your cock is so biiiigg!" You moan — Kunikida, as an ideal man, never thought that he'd let his best friend cowgirl him in front of her boyfriend. But yet again, you did say that he was your ex right before he started.

So he doesn't need to feel guilty because of his morals, right? That set aside, Kunikida glances at your ex, his face full of snot and tears. He grits his teeth, suddenly feeling hard as hell when he realizes that you were close. Your pussy clamps hard on his dick, the pressure causing him to thrust upwards. "OH!~ Fuck!~ Kunikida!!!~" You mewl, loving this sudden surprise. "Shut it - you whores are always so damn loud," he finally let loose, thrusting up roughly every chance he got.

You squeal, legs shaking and head thrown back. You could hear the muffle yells of your ex, but you didn't care. You didn't want to fuck his pussy soaked wrinkled dick from other girls. So as a last farewell, you spread open your legs — wide. "Kuni!~ Kuni!~ Gonna cum!~" You warn a second before you came — your juices spraying everywhere in front of you. Seconds after, Kunikida came deep inside your pussy — breeding you right in front of your ex boyfriend.

00.2 #𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀

not much to say abt him since I didn't study up on his chara😞🙏

BUUT. fukuzawa would totally def be the type to let you come into his office at any given moment for his comfort :(

honestly wanted to murder the dude but remembered his principles and how he left behind that past, so he refrains from prying too deep into your business.

always there to lend a helping hand at tending to your bruises if you got any

even rubbing your clit to make you feel better on d-day of your break up:(

An audible groan came from you. Your legs spread wide open as you sat on Fukuzawa's lap. His fingers treading towards the depths of your lower half. "Fuku.." You whisper, turning your head to kiss him. He engulfs your lips without hesitation, his fingers finding your clit and circling around it slowly.

"There, there my lovely - he does not deserve you 'nor your love, my dear," he says softly into your ear. His raspy voice doing wonders to rile up your arousal. "It feels good~" A faint moan escapes from you as your fist clutches the fabric of his black haori — his green yukata wrapped around your naked body. "Does it? Then does this feel good as well?" He asks, his other hand on your breast, stimulating your nipple.

The soft tease of your privates sent waves of faint pleasure down your spine. "Hn~ Fuku~.. T-that - hic! Uh-huhh..~" You nod your head, unable to talk through your sobs. "Alright," he chuckles, fingers gliding back to your waist to bring your slipping body back up on his lap. "No need to cry, darling. That man does not know what he is losing." He wipes your tears.

Fukuzawa's hands grope at your breasts, softly and gently. "Break up with him today - you deserve better," he whispers into your ear, his fingers trailing down your breasts to your pelvic area. You hiccuped, feeling disarrayed. "But - Ghn!~" Cutting out any doubts you have left in your system, Fukuzawa flicks at your labia — his fingers making its way to your clit once again.

"You can. Don't let that man scare you." He starts rubbing at a rhythm he knows that's sure to get you squealing in his lap. "Fukufukufuku!~ - zawaannn!!" A long moan strides from your throat — his deep grumble faint. Fukuzawa uses his other to grab your cell, and the first looks for is your boyfriend's. As your high approaches it's max, you hear the sound of a phone ringing.

"As you cum, you're going to break up with your him," Fukuzawa whispers into your ear right before you heard your boyfriends agitated voice — never mind that. You feel his slender fingers slipping in and out of your cunt. The feeling excited you. "I - uh.. - 'M brea - Eehn!~ Breaking up with youuu!!~" You squeal, Fukuzawa's fingers being forced out with the pressure of your orgasm.

Fukuzawa hung up as soon as you announced it, rubbing circles on your stomach. "Good girl, you did so wonderful [Name]. See? There was nothing to fear."

00.3 #𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀

this most likely happened at his casino

like say one day he sees you and goes "ooo pretty girl - nvm she got a husband'

but he sort of js watches you through his screens or subtly follows u around??? man can blend in but bit perfectly

so imagine his reaction one day when he catches your husband cheating on u with another girl in ur bedroom while u were in the shower?

yes he saw through the cams

easy! do the same while he's in the shower ;))

after sigma showed you all the evidence of your husband's affair, you were more than willing to get fucked the same way. "Fuck!~ Sir!~" You moan his name, yelping when a hand collides with your ass. "Shut it. Or do you want to get caught?" Sigma tuts, more motivated than ever when he hears your lewd mewls. But in truth, Sigma was nervous — what if you hadn't reacted the way you did? What then?

Your pussy clenches tight around his dick, bringing him back from stress hell. "Fuuck~ [Name], your - female reproductive system feels soo goood~" He moans from behind you, a hand smacking your ass. "Ah~ Th-the fuck - Gnh!~ Did you just say?" — "I said your pussy feels good! Now shut the fuck up before your cheating scum of a husband comes out and sees how much of a slut his wife is," he threatens — a sharp thrust ripping a moan out of you.

"A - yes sir! Mhmm~" A hand shoves your head down into the pillow. You hear Sigma mutter something, but you didn't bother to pay attention to it — having such good dick drill your pussy was mind numbing. "Ahn!~ Heen!!~" — "Shut up!" Sigma hisses, his thrusts speeding up. "Did you hear that? The tap turned off - your husband is coming out soon. And you better cream my dick before he does."

You mewl from his roughness, starting to feel that long awaited build up tip over. "Si-gmaa!!~ 'M cummin!!! Please! I'm gunna! - " The door is slammed open amidst your very loud moaning. You hear a gasp, and an angry shout come from the man behind you guys. "Shitshit - Mrs. [Surname] - your pussy feels sooo good," Sigma groans, pushing his dick inside your pussy as far as he can.

"[NAME]! What the fuck?!" — "Quiet. Your wife is a busy woman," Sigma shuts him up, pointing to your convulsing pussy wrapped around his dick.

00.4 #𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑

is honestly not surprised by how toxic your relationship is

he knows that you're a person who's easily manipulated by those you care about

an absolute doormat you were

fyodor understands the emotions; fear and sadness — but what he doesn't do is sympathize for those who has it

when you came crying to him about how your boyfriend wouldn't have sex with such an inexperienced woman, he knew now that this was the perfect opportunity to teach you the sex ed you didn't know

Fyodor's nimble fingers dangle down your jawline, your face clutched in his palm. "Open your jaw, Angel." Though what intended to sound like a gentle reminder, served as a command by the male above you. Opening your mouth without complaint, you let him guide your lips to the tip if his dick.

"Now remember," his soft voice echoes through the room. "Tongue first, swirl it. Then suck the tip." Doing as he says, you start off slow — the hand softly petting your head encouraging you pick up your pace. "Mhm~ Very good," Fyodor groans, watching as almost half his dick gets slobbered up by you. He smirks, the advice he was teaching you was to specifically pleasure him, and only him. But of course, you didn't need to know that. Not when you were following his instructions so good.

"Angel~ Such a good girl~" He moans when you start engulfing his cock whole. "Ghic - Mhm - Fwyo," you gurgle, choking on his dick. Despite that, Fyodor understood everything you were trying to convey. "Don't worry, darling. 'M close, you can breathe till then." A hand picks at the root of your hairs, massaging your scalp as praise.

You whimper, your oxygen level starting to get low. Attempting to get him off quicker, you use your hands to jack off the remaining visible skin. Fyodor hisses, an audible moan leaves his mouth when his dick twitches. "Angel - just like that~ Keep doing that, good girl - fuck - Ангел!" As his lips part, he slips in a foreign word to you — a jaw dropping grip held tightly on your scalp as he came.

Because of the tight space between your head and his hands, you were forced to stay where you were, taking everything his dick had to offer. After a minute or two, Fyodor leveled his breathing and peered down. Your etched tongue and wide-eyed expression made him tingle a bit — "God - [Name]..." he heaves breathlessly, caressing your hair. Oh ‐ Fyodor was going to teach you well all right — your boyfriend is surely going to love your newly learned techniques once he's done with you.

00.5 #𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈

BRO. THIS GUY.

being dismissive of your situation is not like him at ALL.

so yk what he does??? straight up murders the man and dumps him into the river to free you

then what do he do after that??

go to your place, relax, make you laugh, and get you to feel better abt yourself! — I mean, not like you weren't already feeling good, your ex of a bitch is finally gone from your life

and nikolai does give you the best night treatment of all time too;D (totally not my make up for the lack of nikolai)

"Fuck! Nikolai!~" You cursed, burning pleasure filling your veins as you were slammed onto the wall. Your legs were wrapped around Nikolai's head as he ate you out, using his surprisingly muscular strength to carry you with ease. His tongue danced around your labia and into your folds, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. "Niko..~ Do something!" You whine, pushing his head further down in an attempt to feel more than the teasing tingling bits of pleasure.

He pulls away, a toothy grin staring right up at you. "Nu-uh," was all he said before planting a kiss on your thigh. " 'M gonna eat this pussy out like hub star~" — "Then hurry the fuck u-p-oghnn!!~" Your back arches off the wall, his tongue digging straight into your cunt. "Niko-Nikoniko!~ Th-at..~ Don't stop!" You plead as you moan. The white-haired man smiles against your pussy, his tongue roughly fucking into your sopping cunt.

"Ehn!!~ Fuck! Right there~" Grinding your crotch on his absolutely slobbered face, you release a long train of squeals. Nikolai curled his tongue, trying to find your g-spot. It took a few tries, but he knew he got it when you flinched and started squirming in his arms. "Fwucking sluut~" Nikolai's giggles were muffled by your cunt — but that didn't stop him from giving you teasing comments.

" 'M not!!!- Oghhh!~" He smiles, knowing that you're close. " 'Yer gunna cum on my tongue 'n nothing else!" He says happily, slurping up all your juices before shoving his tongue back inside with full force. Curling with such vigor, that tiny piece of flesh was hitting all the right spots in your pussy. "Nikolai!!!~ Nikolai!~ 'M - 'M -- Cu - !!!"

Without warning, a blast of your juices spraying onto Nikolai's face, blinding him for just a moment. He shuts his eyes, eager to keep going until you're whimpering in overstimulation — "Was I a better muncher than that stupid boy toy of yours?~" He asks, through his lopsided and arousal slobbered smile. But before you could answer, you felt yourself being pulled off the wall and thrown onto the bed. Oh man, tonight was gonna be a long night of relaxation.

00.6 #𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈

give him credit, dazai is trying his best not to shoot him on site — fingers itching the trigger on the gun in his back pocket.

he literally stalks him and takes photo/video evidence of everything your boyfriend does — threatening to show the world about his infidelity to the world.

sure, people in Japan wouldn't care as much as people from the west but at least women know who to look out for.

so that's what he ends up doing — exposing him to the world and tagging his company, his hookups, his family, everyone that dazai could get his information on.

you, on the other hand, came crying to dazai's doorstep when you were blamed for everything.

perfect — he thinks. now that you were here, he'd show you how much of a douche your boyfriend actually was.

"[Name]~ Come on, I know you can do it," Dazai purrs into the nape of your neck, his hot breath fanning your ear. "I - 'M trying! Hn~" You moan uncomfortably. Being shoved face down into the sheets wasn't the idle position for you, but who were you to complain when you were getting dicked down so good.

Dazai thrusts inside your cunt slowly, forcing you to feel every vien and crook his dick had to offer. Your body shook, his dick plunging straight into your core — almost hitting your cervix. "Mhm~ Darlin', you feel so good," He praises. "Dazai..~" You mewl his name, your body responding to him well. Dazai's hand presses your back, forcing your face to dig deeper into the pillow. "Your boyfriend won't mind if I fuck my children into his girlfriends womb, hm?~"

"Heii!~ Y-yes he wouldhnn!!~" You grit your teeth, pleasure racking up your body as he rotates his hips slowly. Dazai made an annoyed grunt, "What?" He makes a sharp thrust. "That's not what he told me the other day." He says, shocking you. "Huh? - What does..nn~ That mean..?" You ask — questions full of doubt starting to take over. Did your boyfriend not care about you anymore?

Dazai chuckles, another calculated thrust sliding over your g-spot. Like he could he read your thoughts, he pats your ass softly. "Aw~ 'M, so sorry, dear... Has he not been telling you of all his bitches he's been fucking behind your back?" And right on cue, you start to thrash in his grip. "Shut up! No, he didn't! Osamu - I swear to god -" — "Then what's this?" Cutting you off, Dazai shoves his phone in front of your face and starts swiping on the multiple photos of girls being dicked by your boyfriend.

You froze, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Was he really doing these things behind your back?... "Poor [Name], so naive.." Dazai thrusts slowly behind you. You sniffle, "He.. - How long?" — "A week after you two started going out," he says, dragging a thrust. Dazai then swipes onto a video of your boyfriend and a girl in the same position as you and him — pressing play, he sets the pace and rhythm to match your boyfriends.

"See that? How he thrusts inside his bitch like you never existed?" His words stung, the moans of your boyfriends stung, everything stung. "If he's fucking her like that then..." A powerful, deep thrust came from him. "Then he wouldn't mind this, now would he?" You sigh, pleasure starting to consume your senses again. "Yeah.." You moan.

Closing your eyes and letting your head fall back onto the pillow. Dazai smirks, playing the video louder — thrusting faster to have your moans drown out the video. He could feel your cunt squeeze his dick — a painful groan escaped his lips. "Fuck - [Name] keep squeezing like that." His thrusts now shallow and fast. "Hiinnn!!~ Osamu!!~ Osamu!~ I - Can't -" — "Hold it," he orders, his sloppy thrusts becoming vigorous.

"Ha~ Mhm!~ 'Sam-'samu!!~" You squeal, legs giving up as you came — your pussy squeezing him so tight he only had a second to bracr himself for his orgasm. "Fuuuck~..." He groans next to your ear, dutifully creaming your insides. "Haa~ normally.. I'd call you a bad girl and - hgn~ Punish you, but..." He pulls out, flipping you over on your back and spreading your legs. He watches as his cum oozes out your pussy, and grabs his phone.

He angles the phone to capture his still hard dick along with your pussy and fucked out face. "This seems like a fitting punishment enough for another person." He laughs. Going to your boyfriends number and sending him the picture, captioned; 'Be prepared to raise my children;)’

00.7 #𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 (fic bonus!)

anger. anger was all he felt every time he opened his door to see your swollen eyes and packed backpack whenever you and your boyfriend had a fight.

"shit - you okay?" he would ask as he settles you in, bringing you a cup of hot chocolate to sip while he runs you a bath.

and when you tell him you're fine, he calls bullshit but doesn't pry you further, wanting to get you as comfortable as possible at the moment.

"why don't you leave him? you're friends with the fucking mafia for fucks sake." he groans next to you, a cozy blanket. a bit too intimate for friends but it didn't matter if you two were close friends.

"it takes time. besides, i love him too much to leave him like that." you would reply back, leaning your head on his shoulder. the action not helping him stay in his lane.

it starts with small and subtle actions. things your boyfriend would refuse to do, chuuya did with/for you.

it made your heart swell every time, and just when chuuya thinks he's finally got you in his grasp — you go and happily announce your ex's fake ass apology.

this irks chuuya to the fucking core. what the hell does that serial cheat have that he doesn't? he's got money, looks, hell — the goddamn loyalty your ex lacks.

but every failed opportunity eventually combines into a one in a life time chance, right?

You sniffle, the alcohol intoxicating your system was finally reaching its peak. you glance at chuuya, his red face from the intensity of the situation and the wine from moments earlier made you fell swell inside. "Chuuya," you tug on his sleeve, making him look at you. "What? Wanna talk shit 'bout that dick more? -" — "- I think I love you."

Chuuya froze — was he hearing things right? Or was it just the alcohol buzzing his brain? "What?" He asks, still unsure of what he heard. "Thank you," you corrected your mistake, turning away when he attempts to lean closer to you. "No - I heard what you said. You said you loved me," he insists, taking you by the arm when you try to get up. You shook your head, invulnerability starting to wall up. "No, I didn't."

"You did." He repeats, dragging you back down into his lap. Though you couldn't see him, you could feel him burying his head into the back of your neck. "You love me," he whispers again — like it was some sort of affirmative confirmation. You stayed silent, afraid of what you might say next.

But what happens next is a blur. One thing happened that led to another, and another, and another — A groan falls next to your ear. His lips pursed, giving your ear a soft kiss before moving down to where your neck was. A line of hickies was the aftermath of the marking attack. "Chuuya," you say.

"I know," he says back. Stripping you of your clothes while trying to unbuckle his belt at the same time. You took pity on his struggle and took off your own shirt, unlacing his belt for him with a few twists. He stood on his knees, drunkenly watching with only one goal in mind — to take care of you.

"Lay down for me," he commands — your nimble fingers pressing against his chest as he circles up your waist, unclipping your bra and tossing it aside. Listening without a complaint, you lay still — the humming buzz from the wine, making you feel light-headed and impulsive. Chuuya's fingers make it to the waistband of your underwear, pulling on the elastic to stretch it — dragging the piece of cloth down your legs.

The cold air presses your labia — a foreign feeling from the lack of sexual activity between you and your boyfriend. And Chuuya knew that all too well. So when his fingers approach your lips, he's careful to gently touch it. You whine, the feathery feeling of his fingers rubbing your folds wasn't giving you enough stimulation to feel pleasure.

Chuuya swats away your hand from your clit, tsking as he does so. " 'M the one taking care of you - trust me, m'kay?" He soothes you, placing your hand back down to the side before readjusting his position. Chuuya was now hovering over your body — his already lubricated fingers pushing in one at a time. Your breath hitched, toes curled, and lashes futtered. "Ch-chuuya~..." You moan his name, the foreign feeling being washed away by a new sense of tingling pleasure. "Don't moan my name just yet - we haven't even got to the fun part," he says, his lone finger curling over your sensitive spot.

"O-okay - Hc!~" Another finger entered you. This time, the burning stretch was more noticeable. Chuuya notices your slightly scrunched face and bends down to give you a chaste kiss. "It's 'kay," he mumbles on the corner of your lips. " 'Tis only gonna hurt for a little bit - I know pain like this will soon turn into ecstasy for my girl when I do this." He curls his fingers, both brushing over your g-spot while he does. "Ghn ~ Hic -" Your eyes roll up slightly, the sudden bundle of pleasure hitting you like a boulder.

"Fuck - Fuck~" You drunkenly moan, the back hairs of your nape zizzing up from the chill. "Mhm, keep doing that," you command, letting out another loud moan when Chuuya rolls over your g-spot again. "Clit stim?" He asks, already rubbing your nub with another finger — but really, there was no point in him asking if he was just going to go ahead and do it. "Sh-it ~" A moan came from you, your head tilted back.

After a few more curls of his fingers, you felt that pressure in your abdomen that you craved for so long. "Chu-Chu- 'M gonna - Cu - Hnn~" His fingers picked up the pace when he heard your little warning. "Cummin'?" He chuckles, his fingers rubbing your spot. "Chuuya!~" You moan his name, feeling your approaching high climbing the coaster faster. "Fuck - can't believe I get to experience this. So fucking pretty - 'yer so damn beautiful." He praises. A combo that never ended well with holding out on your orgasms.

Your back arches, feet kicking the sheets as your hands desperately grasp for anything it can. "Cu-Please~ 'M - " — "Cum for me," Chuuya orders, his final swirl causing you to spiral. The peak of the coaster now falling down. "Shiiit - pretty girl." Chuuya spoke as he watches you drench his fingers. Once you were done with your high, you look up at Chuuya — his face glaring with glea. "Hi."

"Hi. How was it?" He asks you, rubbing soothing circles on the side of your leg. You laid there, reflecting on what you just done. Letting your best friend finger the fuck out of you even though you had a boyfriend. Oh fucking — what a damn predicament you were in. "I -.. I don't know." You admit, the awkward feeling of post orgasm hitting you. In a way, you felt guilty. Cheating on your boyfriend like that — but at the same time you felt giddy. The pleasure of sex finally being given to you by your best friend.

"Don't think too hard 'bout it," he picks up your hand and kisses your knuckle. "I'll be a better baby daddy then that fucker ever was." He winks with a smile, bringing your hand down to his twitching cock.

"I'll be a better baby daddy then that fucker ever was." Was the last rational thing you heard before you started stroking his cock. His breath hitched — a sigh of pleasure escapes his lips. "Fuck - you really know how to stroke a cock," he chuckles, watching as you smear his precum around his dick. "Hm~ Maybe you just never had a good stroke before," you tease his tip, a bubbly smirk donning your face.

He grins, stopping you from doing anymore and pushing you down on the bed. "Maybe - how 'bout you show me how good pussy feels next," he challenges, pushing inside your already stretched cunt. "Oh fuck! - Chuuya~" You moan, his dick curving perfectly inside your walls. "Hnn..." He grunts above, throwing your legs over his shoulders. "Finger fucked the shit outta' you earlier. Now my dick is gonna do the same," he pulls out just to the tip and gives you a harsh, first thrust.

Angling his thrust perfectly on the first try, Chuuya groans when he feels your walls clamp tighter. "Shiiit - baby you feel so fuckin' good." You moan at his praise, the feeling of his dick so snug inside was making you tear up. "Mhm!~ Chu - Hic - Good! Soo guuudd~" You slur on your words — Chuuya dicking you down better then any man that has even touched you.

He smirks, rotating his hips, watching as your eyes water even more due to the slight intoxication from the wine earlier. "Hnn~ Wait - 'Tis not enough." You whine, your head drooping to side. Chuuya curses. In normal circumstances, he'd tell you to ease up and love you slowly — but now? well, now the alcohol wants him to go to pound town on your pussy. And he was going to do exactly that.

Chuuya pulls out to the tip again, slamming his hips against yours as he thrusts inside. This time, instead of getting you adjusted to his cock, Chuuya fucks you with vigor. "Fuck!~" You moan, back arching off the bed a little. "Bitch wanna get fucked like the little cheating whore you are? Shit - I'll give ya' the same fuckin' treatment as porno hires." Threat or not, it was fucking hot. You loved the dirty talk and rough treatment Chuuya was giving you.

Folding you over, Chuuya picks up his pace — his dick now ghosting out of your entrance as it fills up your cunt every millisecond. "Chuuyya~ Chuuya!~ Chuuyaahnn!!~" He hears you sputter his name — drool dripping down from the corner of your mouth. Chuuya sees and sticks his fingers inside your mouth, moaning at the sudden clench of your cunt. "T-Toooo muuuchh!!!~" You gag on his fingers, tongue webbing around them.

"Nah - you said you needed this," he lied, putting words into your mouth. "So don't go fucking wailing like a damn hurt dog - remember, you were the one who pounced on me like a cheating little slut." He exaggerates on the last three words like it was his bragging rights. "C-can't!" You twist your body, the overwhelming pleasure building too much on your abdomen. Chuuya cooed, mockingly. "Yes, you can, sweetheart. Don't let my dick get in the way of your creamin'."

A loud moan escapes Chuuya's mouth as your pussy latches onto his dick — dragging its velvety walls so nicely. "Fuuuckiinn---ggg shiiiiit - [Namenamename] - making me feel so - Ghn~ Fuck! Good~" — Hiinnnn!!~ Chuuyyaaaa!!!~" You both spew nonsense at the same time, the wine finally taking its toll on your conscious control.

"Fuuckfuckkfuckfuckkk~ 'M cummin - Shit I'm -" Chuuya whines, the pleasure overtaking him, his rhythm stuttering and his dick twitching uncontrollably inside your pussy. You couldn't even speak anymore — all sorts of voiced thoughts were replaced by moans. "Shit - you cummin'? Can feel you squeezing the shit outta' my dick..." He grunts.

After a couple more thrusts and Chuuya's fuse fucking blew. He was cumming so hard his eyes rolled back and he had to clutch you to keep himself grounded. Once he opened his eyes, he was met to the sight of your fucked out, twitching body — and a lovely creampie! Hopefully, your boyfriend doesn't mind the fact that you two didn't use protection.

hi. I hate this post.

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He F--KS You When You're Stuck pt. 1

pt. 1 *Atsushi, Fukuchi, Nikolai | pt. 2 Dazai, Ango, Oda | pt. 3 Kunikida, Sigma, Akutagawa

Disclaimer: These are works of fiction. The actions in these stories do not reflect real actions taken in the source material. I do not condone the actions some characters may take in these stories. If you are sensitive to potential non-consensual activity, do not read this series.

Contains: fem!reader being stuck/confined, non-con, fingering, spitting, doggy style, cunnilingus, masturbation, degradation, being used as a toy, etc.

*Atsushi

*This idea was originally for Atsushi, so his section is mostly a drabble! Enjoy!

You're getting ready for your first date with Atsushi when you drop an earring into your bathroom sink. It's your absolute favorite so you scramble to save it before it goes down the drain, but no-- it disappears into the darkness.

"Fuck," you swear, dropping to your knees to open the cabinet beneath the sink. The drain pipe has a bend in it before it disappears into the wall. If you're lucky the earring just dropped and is sitting in the elbow. If you're unlucky, it slid further back into the pipe.

You manage to unscrew the elbow connector by hand, only getting a bit of water on the ground. Your earring isn't in there, though. "Shit, shit, shit," you hiss, trying to look into the pipe on the wall. You have to get your phone flashlight to really see, but there it is!! Just a couple of inches back!!

You ranch one finger inside trying to grasp it, but it's too far back...so you add a second finger since your middle finger is longer, and you push as far as possible in and feel your earring just under your fingertip, and when you try to bend your fingers and pull out-- you can't. You're stuck. Thoroughly.

"You're lucky you had your phone with you," Atsushi says as he walks into your bathroom. "Otherwise, I--" his voice drops off, and you're certain it's because he just laid his eyes on you. You're on your hands and knees on the bathroom floor, your upper body inside the cabinet under the sink, and you're only in your underwear, not having put on your dress yet.

"Yeah, I know. Please, Atsushi, just get in here and help me."

"Right." He slightly stutters when he says it. A heat is stirring in his pants and he feels incredibly guilty, but as he kneels down beside you his eyes are glued to your ass. It's almost entirely exposed to him given your skimpy black thong.

"Um, I can't really-- get-- in there," he says, trying to reach in the narrow space around you without letting his body touch yours. If he feels your warmth and your sturdiness right now he's really going to lose himself.

"Just get closer, I don't care what you have to do, please! This is really uncomfortable, I just need like-- lotion or lube or something."

"Huh?!" You're looking over your shoulder at him and he can see in your eyes that you're serious, but all he can think is I'm hard I'm hard I'm hard I'm hard.

"Look around, I've got some somewhere."

Atsushi meekly agrees and crawls backwards away from you, but when he catches sight of your ass gently swaying as you shift your weight uncomfortably, he can't help but to palm his crotch, which makes him let out an involuntary whine.

"Are you good?" you ask him, and he shakes his head though you can't really see him given that he's behind you.

"It's-- [Y/N], I'm sorry, but you're so hot. I can't help it. I wanna touch you so bad." He scoots forward and presses his clothed dick to your ass, instantly throwing his head back and moaning.

"Atsushi, what the fuck?! This isn't cool-- h-hey! Ohh--" As he grinds against your ass, you feel how big his dick must be, and it sends you a jolt of arousal.

"I know a way to get something slick," he says, and you also hear the tinkling of metal as he unbuckles his belt.

"Atsushi," you say as a warning, but he ignores you.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good," he promises breathily, and then you feel his fingers caressing your cunt through your panties. "I'm gonna get you wet and then we'll get you out of there. Promise."

He pulls your panties to the side and spits, though you don't feel it hit you. You're torn between panic and frustration now, trying to pull your fingers out, but only succeeding in back up onto him, feeling how his hand must be moving over his dick, spreading his spit out as if it'll be slick enough to enter you.

Meanwhile, his fingers dip into you, and you squeal, lurching forward and banging your head against the wall. "Wha-- stop-- Atsushi!" You're ashamed at how wet you already are from him touching you, but you refuse to say so, and you don't want to let him know.

"Don't worry! I'm gonna get you out!" He says, completely brainwashed by how horny he is. His fingers disappear, only to be replaced by something bigger, thicker, and much hotter.

"Oh my god, is that your cock?!" you ask, dropping your head between your arms and guiltily leaning back into him. "Oh my god... Atsushi," you moan, giving in to how good it you just know it's gonna feel.

He whimpers behind you, and both of his hands grab your hips. He starts thrusting immediately, not giving you any time to adjust to him. His strokes are long and firm, making your ass clap against his hips.

"Oh, fuck! Atsushi-- oh, fuck, Atsushi, n-no--" You try to bite back moans and give a final plea for him to stop, but to his ears it only sounds like you moaning his name, which only spurs him on.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, [Y/N]! Oh yeah!" he moans, babbling loudly over the sound of him clapping your cheeks hard. His head is thrown back, his eyes screwed tightly shut. "You're so wet. Oh, you're so hot," he whimpers. "You feel so good!"

"Atsushiiii," you whine, "You're such an asshole." You cut yourself off with a moan, and you find yourself rocking back and forth to meet his thrusts. "Oh, fuck-- It's a-- good thing we-- I was-- I wanted to do this anyway--" You try to say between your moaning and gasping.

"Yeah!" Atsushi agrees loudly. "Wanted to have sex with you so bad. Oh god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum already, I can't-- I can't-- aaaaaa!!--" With a few rapid, hard thrusts and a loud moan, Atsushi comes, still fucking you, making his cum and your wet squish out around his dick.

When he finally pulls out and falls backwards to sit on his butt, panting to catch his breath, you groan.

"You're not done yet," you tell him sternly.

"I'm so sorry, I'll get you out, I swear!"

"Yeah and after that you've gotta make me cum or I'm never going on a date with you again."

Fukuchi

You had the misfortune of being trapped by a mafia scheme in the tunnels below Yokohama. You're relatively unscathed, thank goodness, but unfortunately the way the train derailed and crashed sent you flying forward and you ended up pinned beneath a seat that got partially crushed when the side of the train dented inward.

Don't worry, though! You've been reassured that the mighty hero Fukuchi and his team of Hunting Dogs are coming to rescue survivors! You're so relieved, as you know of Fukuchi and how incredibly his reputation is. You have no doubt he'll save you.

"What pretty panties," is not the first thing you expect to hear from him, but when he kneels down and pats your butt, you realize your dress must have come upwards and exposed you.

"Sir?" you stutter out when his gloved fingers stroke up and down your crack all the way down between your legs to your cunt.

"This is thanks enough for the mighty Hunting Dogs saving you, wouldn't you say?"

"P-please?" you ask, meaning "say that again" or "excuse me?" but he takes it as you begging.

"Good girl," Fukuchi says, slowly removing his gloves.

He doesn't put his dick in you, but he does get a face full of your ass and pussy as he eats you out like there's no tomorrow, getting sloppy and messy, even spitting on your cunt when two of his fingers come up to rub back and forth acoss your clit

He makes you cum and demands you scream his name while you do it. When he finally gets you out of the seat and stands you up, he hands you a handkerchief and makes you wipe your wet and cum off of his face and especially out of his mustache.

"I trust this will stay between us. Go get your injuries checked out." and then he sends you on your way, not even casting a look at you over his shoulder.

Nikolai

He forces the situation in which you're stuck. You've been his plaything for a while now and you didn't have a choice about it. He fell in lust at first sight when you started working with one of the cover-up companies for the decay of angels. he sent you flowers, treats, popped his head in now and again to talk to you, and you talked to him too because honestly he's handsome, though he makes you nervous because you know he's dangerous.

then one night his portal spawned and he appeared in your bedroom in the middle of your alone time

"What beauty!" he said, watching the panic overcome your face as you clamped your legs closed, hiding his view of the dildo buried in your sopping wet pussy. "Apologies for being late."

You freak out, telling him to leave, threatening to call the police. you reach for your phone but he gets it away from you. somehow you end up pinned down, and when you think you've fought your way free you realize you're not actually making any progress.

Nikolai summons a portal and sends the top half of your body onto the floor, while the bottom half of your body he stays on the bed. he uses his hands and knees to keep your thighs spread and your pussy exposed while he pushes his pants down just far enough for his cock to spring free.

you feel every bit of it while you see it. you watch from the floor as he fucks you on the bed. you feel his pants rubbing against your legs, you feel his fingers digging into your plush love-handles, and it's so. fucking. hot.

you had been thinking about him while masturbating anyway, and from the way he said "sorry i'm late" he must have known it, though you have no idea how. now he rails you hard, and his stamina is incredible. he's fucking you for twenty minutes straight, moving you around, flipping you over, getting different angles, before he realizes you're moaning and enjoying it. you're calling his name because you want to touch him, not because you're telling him to stop.

finally he pulls you back through the portal so he can play with your tits and cum on your face when he's finally done with his new favorite fuck toy

#bsd x reader #atsushi x reader #atsushi smut #atsushi #atsushi headcanons #fukuchi smut #fukuchi x reader #hunting dogs x reader #hunting dogs smut #hunting dogs headcanons #fukuchi headcanons #nikolai x reader #nikolai smut #nikolai headcanons #mdni #tw noncon

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fyorina · 3 days

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ᡣ𐭩 KNOW IT'S FOR THE BETTER (ALL I WANTED WAS YOU)

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: he can't stop himself from calling; you can't stop yourself from answering. he never speaks, but he doesn't have to—just knowing he's there is enough to lure you in. that's how it remains for weeks. that is until you mention that you're going on a risky mission and dazai has to to make an equally risky decision to keep you safe.

(wordcount: 3.1k; fem!reader, pm!reader, post-defection, angsty but not awfully so (again, sorry, i swear there's happier ones coming), implied alcoholism, dazai gets a bit jealous, ango cameo)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: OKAYYYYYY this was actually my first pm!reader and pmzai fic, believe it or not, it's been in my notes app for ages. i tried to fix most of the inconsistencies. as always, can be read as a standalone butttt for the people following the pm!reader universe, this comes directly after death by a thousand cuts! i hope you guys enjoy!! im actually rlly excited to finally get this fic out here!

He calls you sometimes.

Well, you don’t know for sure it’s him—he never speaks, if you’re lucky sometimes you can hear soft puffs of air from the other line, and the number is always unknown, but you know in your heart that it’s him.

The first call came three days after you found him drunk in an alley—seven months after his defection.

The unknown caller ID popped up on your phone while you were drinking with Chuuya in his apartment, trying to forget all about Dazai Osamu and all of the pain he’s brought you. You answered it irritably and when you got no response from the caller, you promptly told them to fuck off and die if they’re going to waste your time with prank calls. You expected them to hang up right away but they didn’t—in fact, they only hung up when they heard Chuuya shouting for you to get off the phone so he can open another bottle of wine, as if he wasn’t going to anyway.

The next call came another three days after that.

You were in a meeting with Mori when the unknown caller popped back up on your phone screen. You excused yourself to answer the phone only because you were desperate for a reason to get out of the meeting—you think that he might’ve somehow sniffed out that you ran into Dazai and if he outright asked you, you didn’t know if you’d be able to lie without him catching you in it.

Regardless of the reasoning, you were even more pissed off than you were the first time when you heard the silence on the other end, accusing them of fucking with you and demanding to know how they got your number—again, the person didn’t say anything, and you hung up even more irate than you were the first time.

It takes three more calls for you to put the pieces together—it’s a bit embarrassing how long it took you, but in your defense, you were trying to put Dazai Osamu as far from your mind as possible. Honestly, you weren’t even sure of it when you first guessed his name. It’s a shot in the dark when you answer the unknown caller for the fifth time and whisper, “Dazai?” so very hesitantly. Your confirmation comes in the form of a sharp inhale on the other line before it instantly goes dead.

He doesn’t call again for two weeks, and when he finally does, it’s in the middle of the night. The buzzing of the phone woke you up, your alarm clock glowing a bright 3:15 am. You don’t even look at the caller—you figure it’s Chuuya, who has yet to return from his mission in Sendai—as you answer with a groggy “what?”

You get no response besides the sound of a shaky breath on the other end and suddenly you’re wide awake as you realize who exactly called. He doesn’t speak, even as you make yourself sick with anger—he’s conscious and coherent this time, unlike the time you ran into him in the alley, so you take the opportunity to unleash all of the pent up rage and hurt that you’d withheld that night. You cry for the first time since he defected and he stays on the line the whole time, until you eventually exhaust yourself and fall asleep. When you wake up in the morning, he’s hung up, but the call time reads four and a half hours.

It becomes a weekly occurrence—occasionally biweekly.

Sometimes, you tell him about your day, rambling on about how you were irritated because Mori made you deal with Ace or complaining about recent territory issues that the Port Mafia has been facing—something that you probably shouldn’t be sharing on an unsecure line with someone who defected from the mafia, but you can never bring yourself to fully care because it’s Dazai.

Other times, you just lay in bed quietly, exhausted after a full day of work, the phone resting next to your ear as doze off to the comforting sound of his steady breathing.

You don’t tell anyone.

If anyone knew you’re keeping in contact with a traitor, you’d be executed. You think that Chuuya might know—the two of you now share the penthouse of the westernmost skyscraper of the five buildings of the Port Mafia’s base and you know he’s smart enough to have put together who you’re talking to late at night. But if he does, he doesn’t say anything, because he too knows what the consequences of your actions would be if it were true.

You let out a soft puff of air as your phone begins buzzing—it’s well past midnight and you’re half asleep, but you roll over and pick up the phone with heavy eyes.

“Hey,” you whisper.

Dazai doesn’t respond, he never does, but you can hear him breathing on the other line, closer to the speaker than he usually is. You can’t help but notice that his breath is heavier than usual too, a bit shakier.

He’s been drinking, you realize. You figured that he usually drinks on the nights that he calls you, but he never lets himself close enough to the speaker for you to figure out if it’s true. You just hope it’s not as bad as….

“I won’t be able to answer for a while after this,” you say quietly after a few moments, rolling over in bed to shift your face closer to the phone. “Mori assigned me another mission. An infiltration one—first one since you’ve been gone.”

Dazai would know the implications of that, and from the way he inhales sharply at your words, you know he does instantly, even in his drunken state.

Whenever you were sent on infiltration missions, Dazai was always the one in your ear, making sure that you got in and out safely. You refused to take infiltration missions unless Dazai and his freakish prophetic ability was the one on comms for you because you knew he’d be able to figure out if you’ve been compromised before the enemy have even figured it out for themselves.

But you had known it was only a matter of time before Mori put you back on them. You’re the best suited in the Port Mafia for them and the recent issues with that gang that’s been moving into the northern wards from Asakusa all but demands interference from the inside lest you guys will be dealing with another major gang war and the city can’t handle that.

“I’m nervous,” you admit for the first time, voice little over a whisper. “I don’t trust anyone but you to be my eyes and ears. Plus this mafia is... They're very violent. Kawabata leads it. I faced off against him in Osaka before he moved into Tokyo, back when I was still in Kyoto. It's... risky. It's been years but I'm worried he'll recognize me. I don't know why Mori is insisting on me being the one to go in.”

You swear you hear Dazai take in another breath, as if he was about to say something this time, but he doesn’t. Your throat feels swollen and your eyes feel misty, jaw tight. Not for the first time, you miss Dazai. You miss him so desperately that you swear your chest caves in at the thought of him.

You want to hate him but you know you can’t. You've come to accept that already. But you think you still might like to pretend you can.

You told yourself after you ran into him that night that you’d push him from mind, you’d forget about him. You knew that one day you’d meet him again—you and Dazai Osamu have been entwined since the day you met, fate has a lot left in store for the two of you for things to just so abruptly end—but until that day, you have to focus on what matters. And what matters is the Port Mafia.

But how are you supposed to forget him when he can’t even bring himself to fully leave you behind? You think it’s cruel of him, and you think that you should ignore his calls until he finally gives up, but you can’t bring yourself to because no matter how much you preach about forgetting him, if the choice of keeping contact with him arises, you’ll always choose it.

“I miss you,” you breathe out, voice cracking over your words. “I miss you so much that it hurts, Dazai. i-“

The line goes dead.

The words on your lips die as soon as you realize he hung up, heart sinking. You sigh as you stare up at the ceiling before curling over onto your side, hoping to at least get a little sleep before your early wake up call for mission prep.

But it’s a naive hope—you know that you’ll never sleep tonight, not with thoughts of Dazai Osamu racing through your mind.

Dazai shouldn’t be doing this.

His knuckles are white as he sits at a row of monitors in a locked down ex-government facility. On each of the screens are different vantage points of the main base of the Scarlet Gang, the mafia that had been run out of the Asakusa ward of Tokyo by the Sun and Steel and is now challenging the Port Mafia.

Ango is pacing somewhere behind him, expression tight and arms crossed against his chest. Dazai knows that he’s livid over this, but Dazai also does not care because he doesn’t think that Ango has a right to be livid about anything that Dazai does anymore.

He’s been here for three days already. His knees are tucked to his chest as he sits on the spinning chair, bags heavy beneath his eyes and hair matted and oily after days of sitting in front of the screen without budging an inch. He doesn’t dare take his eyes off the screen—not when your life is on the line, and especially not when he’s not even on a direct comms line with you. All he has is a burner cell and hope that you at least take a look at your phone if he has to send a text.

If this mission is like every other infiltration mission you’ve been sent on, it’ll be another two days before your planned extraction—and if you have the same luck you always do, the mission will go smoothly. But Dazai has a dark feeling in his gut, and he isn’t quite sure if it’s because he has no control over the mission or if something bad really is going to happen, there have already been some suspicious signs and he doesn't trust Mori. Your whole comment about his insistence on you going keeps scratching the back of his head like he's missing something, because there's no way Mori would ever risk losing your ability, especially to Kawabata. The man is always scheming, and Dazai is certain there's one simmering below the facade of this mission but he just can't figure out what. Either way, he knows he can't risk stepping away for even a moment.

“I thought you were done with this, Dazai.” Ango finally has the nerve to voice what dazai knows he’s been itching to say for three days. “I thought-“

“Maybe you should stop thinking,” Dazai says dryly, his head hurts and sweat is beading beneath his arms. Three days without drinking is affecting him way more than he thought it would, but he can’t afford to be inebriated for this.

“Dazai-“ Ango begins.

“I’m not doing this for the Port Mafia,” Dazai cuts him off, dark eyes dragging across the screen to where he sees you laughing with one of the members of the Scarlet Gang, leaning in close with a teasing smile.

You’re beautiful. Stunning. He can’t blame the way the man you’re talking to seems to gravitate closer to you, enamored by the sound of your voice and the way your eyes glitter beneath the room’s chandelier, but he still wishes he could put a bullet through his head.

He hasn’t seen you since the day before he left—well, he doesn’t remember seeing you since then, at least. He has some suspicions regarding the part of his ear that mysteriously went missing the night he woke up in one of your shared safehouses, but this is his first time really seeing you and it makes his chest feel sick and heavy to know you’re so out of reach and by his own doing, nonetheless.

His eyes narrow as he watches the man reach out to brush his fingers against your arm. His lips twist down even more when his gaze tracks down to your lips—this is always his least favorite part of being on comms for your infiltration missions.

“You won’t be able to oversee all of her infiltration missions anymore, Dazai,” Ango says, voice a bit more gentle and Dazai has a distinct urge to rip out the man’s vocal cords. “Once I get your records clear and you’ve joined up with the Agency, you’re going to have to leave this all behind for good. All of it.”

Dazai doesn’t respond. His lips press together tight as Ango’s words register. He knows that he’s right, that if he wants to honor Odasaku’s final wishes, then he has to leave everything behind—even you—but he can hardly even bear the thought of it. Never seeing you again, never hearing your voice again, he thinks that a life without you is not a life worth living.

He thought that he’d be able to do it, that he’d be able to cut you off just like everyone else, but it only took one drunken night at a bar when he stared at old pictures of you for a bit too long for him to give in to the aching feeling in his chest, the desperate need to at least hear your voice one last time.

Except one last time turned into another and another; as much as Dazai Osamu likes to pretend to be strong, he’s always been weak at heart for you. From he moment he met you three years earlier during the Dragon’s Head Conflict—sent with Chuuya by Mori to retrieve you after finding out the squad sent to escort you back had been decimated by an ability user—he’s known that he was out of his depth when it comes to you.

He was already curious to begin with, Mori doesn’t speak highly of anyone but he did speak highly of you, and at first Dazai assumed it was just because you were a girl, and a young one at that. Everyone knows Mori’s gross fascination with them. But when they found you mid-conflict with an ability user, trying to hold your own with only a gun and some rubble as shields to defend yourself from sweltering flames, he realized that maybe there was more that meets the eye to you.

You’re beautiful—god, he can never stress it enough, words don’t do you justice. Wicked smart. Can talk your way into and out of any situation. Have a bounty on your head high enough to rival his own. From the day he met you, Dazai knew you were everything he’s ever wanted. And yeah, maybe it took him too long to come to terms with that, but it doesn’t make the feelings any less powerful.

Sometimes, when he drinks just a bit too much and he finds himself staring at old pictures of the two of you that he’d taken, he wonders if you would have come with him if he told you what he was doing. He wonders if maybe he hadn’t been a coward, you would be with him right now instead of risking your life on an infiltration mission with some incompetent moron on comms instead of him. He wonders if maybe he would have kissed you on that same bridge he tried to kill himself during that first week he spent drunk and alone.

He doubts it. In his heart, he’s pretty sure you’d always choose the Mafia over him, but it’s nice to pretend sometimes.

“I don’t care” Dazai finally says, his voice rougher than he intended as he gives Ango a cold look from the corner of his eye. “I won’t let her die on a bullshit mission because some clown is on comms for her.”

Ango doesn’t get a chance to respond again because Dazai’s eyes are drawn back to the monitors, where a conversation is taking place on the far side of the room. A conversation that has them looking in your direction a bit too often for his liking.

Dazai inhales, rising to his feet, shoulders and arms tensing as his eyes trace the screen, trying to figure out if he should send you a warning. If he’s wrong, it’ll have completely blown your mission and it would put you at risk if Mori or any of the other executives start questioning you as to why you abandoned the mission for no reason.

But if he’s right…

Dazai is good at many things, and he’s always been quick to be the one on comms with you because he, better than anyone else in the mafia, is good at reading and predicting enemy moves. He always knows in his gut what’s about to happen, you would sometimes joke that it was his real ability, some form of foresight and you would be less joking when you nudge his shoulder and tell him that you’re glad you have his ‘freaky prophetic ability’ otherwise you’d have been dead a long time ago.

Dazai grits his teeth. He feels Ango approaching him from behind but ignores him, mind racing as he tries to calculate the best course of action.

Finally, he takes the burner phone and shoots you a short message: compromised.

And then he waits.

The longest and most tense minute of his life passes as he watches you on the screen, waiting to see if you’ll even bother to check your phone. He doesn’t think that he’ll be able to stay in the room if it turns out you are compromised and stuck in enemy territory—he’d feel helpless, unable to do anything but watch and pray to a god he barely believes in that you get out okay.

Come on, he thinks to himself as one of the men begins making his way in your direction, nails digging into his palms so deeply that blood began to flow from the crescents. Come on, check your phone.

And then you do.

He lets out a shaky breath of relief when he sees you pull out your phone, eyes tracing the message on your screen rapidly. A flurry of emotions rocket across your face, and for a moment, Dazai thinks that you’re about to cry.

But then you smile again, leaning in and clasping the man’s hand and leaning in to brush your lips against his cheek before making your way out of the room. He doesn’t dare look away until you’ve slipped out of sight from the cameras littered throughout the building and out of danger.

Without another word, Dazai turns to leave the old facility.

“Dazai,” Ango calls after him.

Dazai ignores him, snapping the burner phone. You’re safe—that’s all that matters. Now he can go back to drinking himself away and dreaming of what could’ve been.

Two days later, Mori sends you away on a mission abroad that lasts the next three years. That night was the last time he had any sort of contact with you until you’re finally brought back.

#dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x you #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you

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nicholaslefthand · 6 days

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~Fever~

Characters: Nishimura Riki x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Cursing, Forehead kisses, est. relationship, puking

W/C: 544

A/n 1: 𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑖 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝙮/𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜

A/n 2: Dividers by @cafekitsune !!

"𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢?"

"𝗢𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁- 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆! 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆"

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦?"

"𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻, 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵."

"𝐼'𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦"

"𝗡𝗼- 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼"

"𝗞𝗶?"

"𝗛𝗲𝗲𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼?????"

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Just as I sent that message I head a knock at my front door. I stood up and walked over to the door and opened it. Standing in front of me, I saw my boyfriend (who, of course, looks godly. Even with his hair a bit oily and face red from probably running here). "Hi Princess-" He says a bit (lot) out of breath. "Hi baby..." I say while my voice breaks a bit, to which he furrows his brows and reaches his hand out to feel my forehead. "Holy shit- you burning up... Let's get you to bed.."

As he led me to my bedroom he kisses my forehead a couple times, to which I weakly giggled. Inside my bedroom he lays me down, presses a quick kiss to my forehead and leaves to get a thermometer. I wait inside my bed and put the cover over my body and snuggle into it. I was just about to fall asleep when Niki came inside my room and put the thermometer against my forehead (imagine it's an electronic thermometer). The thermometer turns red and displays 38.7°C / 101.6°F. "Oh shit-! Baby you're burning hot-" "I know... That's the reason I was able to pull you." We both laugh at that and Niki presses a kiss against my forehead. "That's right~. But you still need to rest my love." He smiles at me, which I reciprocate. "Okay... But come here!" I hold my arms out as a sign for my boyfriend to climb into bed with me and cuddle me to sleep. He just giggles and then lays next to me on the bed. I cuddle into him so my head is laying on his chest and he presses another few kisses on my head. "You're comfy..." He starts to chuckle and then starts to caress my head. "Oh shut up, princess..." He whispers and I giggle. We lay there for another few minutes when I start to get drowsy and start closing my eyes. Niki then starts to whisper sing:

"너 때문에 온몸이 타올라 (neo ttaemun-e onmom-i taolla)

너 때문에 심장이 목말라 (neo ttaemun-e simjang-i mogmalla)

Like a fever, fever, fever, fever

널 안고 싶어 널 안고 싶어 (neol ango sip-eo neol ango sip-eo)"

I sleepily giggle and he smiles.

"밀어내도 내 안에 타올라 (mil-eonaedo nae an-e taolla)

재가 돼도 불꽃이 피어나 (jaega dwaedo bulkkoch-i pieona)

Like a fever, fever, fever

널 알고 싶어 널 알고 싶어 (널 알고 싶어 널 알고 싶어)"

He finishes and looks down to see me sleeping. '𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝...' He thinks and then presses another kiss to my head. "Sleep tight with that fever, babe..."

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki #niki #nishimura riki #nishimura riki fluff #nishimura riki x reader #riki x reader #niki x reader #niki fluff #riki fluff

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osachiyo · 10 months

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For BSD and fem reader

Ass, tits or thighs with Poe, ango,Akutagawa and lovecraft (seperately ) plz

Sfw and nsfw version plz

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤ ASS, TITS OR THIGHS ?

—FEATURING ꔫ VARIOUS BSD MEN x FEM READER —INCLUDING ꔫ EDGAR ALLAN POE, ANGO SAKAGUCHI, AKUTAGAWA RYŪNOSUKE & HOWARD PHILLIPS LOVECRAFT —CONTENT WARNINGS ꔫ EXPLICIT SMUT, TITJOB, ORAL SEX, SLIGHT DEGRADATION, NIPPLE PLAY, MARKING ETC —AUTHORS NOTE ꔫ HELLO! I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT DOING A FIC LIKE THIS AND THEN YOU BLESSED ME WITH THIS REQUEST. I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO WRITE THIS, IT'S BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG BUT I FINALLY HAD THE MOTIVATION TO FINISH IT. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING! . . . MINORS DO NOT INTERACT . . .

ꔫ EDGAR ALLAN POE (thighs)

(SAFE FOR WORK . . )

Poe loved every single body part of yours from head to toe. But if he had to choose a favourite, it would be your thighs. This man goes absolutely feral when you wear thigh highs, stockings or anything of the sort. He loves how soft and squishy your thighs are. Don’t be surprised if you catch him staring at them at whatever time of the day. He also loves how he can use them as his pillow, resting his head on your lap as you ramble on about your day. He enjoys falling asleep on your thighs more than he’d like to admit. Sometimes even drooling on them while he’s sleeping peacefully, making you giggle at his adorableness.

(NOT SAFE FOR WORK. .)

Like stated before, Poe goes crazy when you wear stockings or thigh-highs. So of course you love to tease him about it, being the little minx you are. You wear extra short skirts and cute frilly stockings with your outfit, just to see him all flustered and red in the face. Plus point if you have thick thighs, you know he’d love to bury his face between them. Your favourite thing about teasing him like this is-

It always ends up with you sitting on a counter or desk, with Poe on his knees holding your legs open. He loved leaving tiny bruises on your supple thighs, decorating the insides with bite marks. He practically moaned into your sopping wet pussy when your thighs clamped around his head, he’d be happy to be crushed between them if he could.

“Squeeze me more, fuck- grip around my head tighter w-while I pleasure you, my love.”

ꔫ ANGO SAKAGUCHI (tits)

(SAFE FOR WORK . . )

Ango wouldn’t admit it even if the world burned down, but he’s absolutely enamoured by your breasts. Its not even in a perverted way. Whenever he’s stressed or under the weather, he loves to bury his face in your chest. It helps him calm down and relax. The sound of your heartbeat reassures him that he’s not alone, and you’re always here with him. He also loves to use them as his personal stress balls, unconsciously squeezing them whenever you two are cuddling. Small and big breasts- he loves them all. If you have big breasts, he loves how they spill out of his hands when he holds them. He massages them gently when you’re feeling sore, sometimes leading to spicy sessions. If you have small breasts, he loves how they fit perfectly into his hands. He nuzzles his face into the valley of your breasts and whispers soft, loving words to you.

(NOT SAFE FOR WORK. .)

Like any man, Ango loved it when you wore lingerie for him. It turned him on beyond words, and if the lingerie especially showed off your breasts? He'd go wild.

But even if he loved lingerie on you, he preferred when you wore his shirt with nothing underneath. Just his shirt and a pair of panties that would soon be soaked in your own arousal when he traps you against the bed right after coming home from work. He would suck and nip at your soft tits endlessly, turning them swollen and red from the non-stop stimulation. You twitched and writhed underneath your beloved husband as he sucked on your beautiful tits, occasionally biting them to leave his little mark on you.

After all of that, he'd tell you to push your tits together and slide his pretty cock between them. His spit and precum making it easier for his cock to slide through.

"F-fuck, yeah- hold them together for me just like that, princess."

ꔫ AKUTAGAWA RYŪNOSUKE (tits)

(SAFE FOR WORK . . )

Akutagawa loves how much softer your body is compared to his own lanky frame. So naturally his love would also lean towards your breasts more. Especially if you have particularly larger breasts. What do you mean it's hard on your back? Well, endure it. He doesn't understand why you complain about having back pain so much. Are you perhaps aging quickly? Nonetheless, he'd still massage your back and tits from time to time. That doesn't mean he won't grumble and complain about how needy you are.

He'd also love using them as his pillow, laying his head on your chest and quietly listening to your heartbeat makes him feel at peace.

If he even sees someone else staring at your chest, he'd try to kill them on the spot. It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, they shouldn't be staring at what's his. Though of course, this does not apply to one particular man. (Iykyk)

(NOT SAFE FOR WORK. .)

During sex, Akutagawa can't keep his hands off of your plush breasts. Slim, bony fingers reaching from behind you and kneading at your soft mounds while he takes you from behind.

When you ride him, he always wants you to face him. Just to stare at your breasts bouncing while you try to chase your climax. He'd pinch and twist at your nipples, making you cry out and jolt in pleasure. He’d lean in to suckle on them, groaning as clamp down tightly on his cock. He’d leave dark bruises and bite marks on your soft skin, mouth latching onto your hardened nipples, leaving them swollen and red. “Fuck. Just like that, slut. S-scream my name as I fuck you stupid.”

ꔫ HOWARD PHILLIPS LOVECRAFT (ass)

(SAFE FOR WORK . . )

Lovecraft is a simple man, who likes to enjoy the more simpler things in life. He's definitely a total ass man, he just can't help but appreciate the soft fat of your buttocks. Especially if you decide to wear booty shorts, barely covering your plump ass. He just can't keep his boney, cold hands off of you when you wear those, loving the feeling of your soft flesh in his big hands. Please don't push him off :( Sometimes doesn't understand why you would choose someone as monstrous and sicky-looking as him :( you reassure him everytime, carding your pretty hands through his dark blue locks as you show him how much you love this man.

(NOT SAFE FOR WORK. .)

Monsterfucking go brrrr

Lovecraft's favourite position is probably reverse cowgirl. He loves the view of your ass bouncing on his lower abdomen as you try to work to bring both of you over the edge. Don't be surprised if you find him spreading your ass cheeks just to see the view of your sweet cunt taking him oh so nicely. He can feel himself drooling as he stares at your puckered hole, sticking a thumb in it as he watches you cum so fucking hard for him, clenching his thick cock so hard that he finishes inside you with a deep grunt. He's also heavily into spanking, most definitely uses it as a punishment when you act particularly naughty. Bending you over his knees with ease before ripping your clothing and undergarments off. Might feel bad if you sob and wail just hard enough and let you off the hook with 15-20 smacks but won't let you get away with it all the time. Wants to try anal but is too shy to ask so you have to take some hints.

"Oh fuck- you feel so good around me, darling. You clench around me so tight when I push my thumb in your..other hole, oh yes, take that cock-"

—TAGLIST ꔫ @luvyein

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elizais · 3 months

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hello! i really enjoy your teen pm dazai stuff so can you please do a pm!teen!dazai first kiss with reader? i love the one where you wrote about meeting pm dazai

of course!!!

pm!dazai x fem!reader first kiss as teens in the PM, reader is the same age as dazai fluff fluff fluff

it all started when osamu found out about chuuya having a mission at a party. since you three were all 16, he would be at a party with other kids around your age. and when chuuya told him he was probably going to be kissing a girl before dazai, he just couldn't have that.

"i mean, dazai, i get to just meet a girl and instantly get a kiss! do you?" was one of the things the ginger said. this was their humour so he knew not to take it to heart, but, he was with a pretty girl every day. you.

although chuuya was only teasing, that couldn't be a milestone he gets to before osamu! so, naturally as a teen boy having a crush on a girl.. he came to you to complain.

the bandaged boy was lying on the couch in whoever's office you were hanging out in today. you were playing games on your laptop before he started on whatever frustrated him today.

" uhhh [name]?" he asked, sounding a little less confident than he usually does. you decided to only reply with a "mhm?" rather than ask what was wrong.

"did you know that shorty is going to a party for a mission?" annoyance clear in his voice. you groaned as the familiar losing noise came out from the game before replying to dazai. "yeah, nothing too interesting i think. it's with those annoying rich kids, there are a couple of nice ones though."

dazai carried on whining, knowing you won't shut him down. he always admired how you were there for him - even if you only saw him as a friend. or so he thought.

slowly shutting your laptop that mori gave 'strictly for work', you walked over to sit on the arm rest by his feet. leaning back on the sofa, you sighed. "he's probably having soooo much fun." osamu carried on.

"osamu,, what is really up?" you turned your head to see him slowly sitting up straighter. " i don't know! i just hate that hatrack so much why does he get to go to a party and i don't? like it's soo unfair! and mori-san should have definitely let me go like what the hell-" he began ranting.

you stood up and faced him while he sat. "that's not it, osa. what is it? you wouldn't be actually upset over this. if you were you would be with oda and ango drinking over it."

he sighed, praying his face isn't becoming red as he stood up too, so he can face you more comfortably. "he was just teasing me about getting to kiss a really pretty girl and.." he said nervously, very out of character for him. "and i don't get to kiss my pretty girl." he slipped out ever so quietly.

and you could only smile before grabbing his chin and using your thumb to reassure him. it was both of yours first kiss despite your big age. and you just pulled his face closer before the gap was closed.

it only lasted for maybe a second before you pulled away out of pure shock. a mafioso stumbling over her words with red cheeks and full of giggles. "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. osamu i'm so sorry i jus-" you quickly blurted out as he stopped you before pressing another kiss to your lips with a smile.

the both of you burst out laughing. shock, love, happiness.. all of the happy emotions filled you. was it the best kiss? no. was it your best kiss? yes.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bsd dazai

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duckduckgoose-exe · 3 months

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BSD ROLEPLAY BLOGS MASTERLIST

PLEASE SEND ME AN ASK WITH YOUR CHARACTER I SWEAR TO GOD. I’m trying my best to keep up with this, but if you’re an asshole/not nice when roleplaying/force plots on other roleplayers/etc? Not being added. And if you have a problem with one of the roleplayers on this list, tell me.

(I know I’m missing some im sorry ueueuue)

THSI JS EXTREMELY OUTDATED.

EDIT: hey hey it’s not letting me tag any more people lmao

15!Dazai: @disqualifiedasahuman

15!Chuuya: @doglover556

Ranpo: @ramuneranpo

Poe: @ranpos-rival

Nikolai: @nikolai-gogol-real

Agatha Christie: @agathachristiebsd

Yooko Ota (OC): @yookoota

Kunikida: @notamathmatician

Atsushi: @chazukelover5105

Sigma: @sky-casin0

Fyodor: @fyodorsdostoevsky

Akutagawa: @rashoumonaku

Tecchou: @loveants

PM!Chuuya: @chuuya-nakaharapm

Kyoka: @bunnykyoka

Poe and Karl: @ask-poeandkarl

Yosano: @thou-shaltnot-die

Chiyu Nakahara (OC): @nakachi101

Dazai: @crabbydazai

Kaiji: @creatoroflemons

Kouyou: @golden-demon-pm

Nyx Fleance (oc): @nyx-fleance

Odasaku: @fl4wless23

Ango: @themafiasinformant

Nathanial: @thepastorsblood

Kunikida: @manofhisideals

Jouno: @thesepricelesstears

Sakoto Dazai (OC): @crabisnasty1234

Kyoka: @crepes-is-life

Victor Hugo (OC): @the-wretched-informant

Teruko: @teru-ru-ru-ko

Shibusawa: @eternalboredom

Tanizaki Siblings: @tanizakisiblings

Gin: @thesecondakutagawa

Giacomo Leopardi (oc?): @normal-italian-tourist

Collette Èpine (oc): @collettescorner

Ritsu Satō (oc): @angels-trump3t

Kalma (oc): @rewriting-fate

Bram Stoker: @vampirebram

Beast!Dazai: @yearningfortheend

The Scythe (oc): @thescythe-pm

Beast!Chuuya: @snowydusk

Oni!Chuuya: @onichuuya-yokai

Kitsune!Dazai: @kitsune-dazai

Aya: @worldsbiggesthero

Tachihara: @midwinter-momento

16!Chuuya(?)): @chuuyanakaharalovesdogs

Q: @dogramagra-and-destruction

Elinor Wylie (oc): @elinors-fishing-bureau

Fem!Chuuya: @dazais-biggest-hater

Fem!Dazai: @osamudazaiisawoman

#bsd roleplay #bsd rp #15!dazai #15!chuuya #ranpo edogawa #Edgar Allan poe bsd #nikolai gogol #agatha christie #Kunikida #atsushi nakajima #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #akutagawa ryuunosuke

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 7 months

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Port Mafia Black {Dazai}

▪︎ Synopsis: Dazai prefers it when he is drunk because memories of all the people he cared about flood his brain

▪︎ Pairing: Dazai x fem!reader

▪︎ Genre: angst

▪︎ Trigger warnings: mentions of suicide, consumption of alcohol, mentions of vomiting, hallucinations

As much as he thinks he has achieved self-awareness, Dazai Osamu is far from knowing himself. What he does know is that he can't bare thinking of the past sober even though that would clearly lead to him ending things. Wasn't that his goal after all?

And when Dazai drinks in order to think about his past, he drinks a lot. Bottles of beer, soju, whiskey, vodka, you name it. Anything to get him drunk.

It's like a ritual at this point. His own little séance of summoning the ghosts of the past. The balcony door closed, just like the bathroom door -the last time he vomited, he hadn't even got the chance to run to the bathroom so it was useless- and the only thing providing light there being a small kerosene lamp he had no idea how he had gotten.

And the ritual starts. Dazai will slowly open the bottles and then start drinking. One shot of whiskey, two shots of vodka, three shots of soju and the list went on. Given the fact that he hadn't eaten since his lunch break at ADA the alcohol would hit him harder than always expected.

So here he was, his right leg bent, his hands behind his head, laying down on his futon with the world spinning around him. And it felt nice. It felt nice not having to pretend to be that type of drunk who couldn't stop talking, or have others around him trying to give him coffee to sober up.

He didn't want to sober up.

He wanted to close his eyes and see Oda talking to him about... it didn't matter what Oda would talk to him about as long as he talked to him. He wanted to close his eyes and find himself sitting at the bar of Lupin even if that meant that he would have to go through everything he did in the Port Mafia again.

You see, Dazai Osamu deep inside him, has no regrets. He likes to believe that he does and for a few very superficial things, he actually does but for the most part? He doesn't give a shit. It has been so long since he felt like himself that at this point everything he has done seem like puzzle pieces that if he manages to connect then he'll find himself.

Don't get him wrong though, he likes ADA. It is better than the Port Mafia but...

His hallucinations in this drunken state always start the same. That's how he likes them. Him sitting with Oda and Ango at Lupin, talking about their day with the exception that he is not eighteen anymore. Suddenly he gets a phone call and as he looks at his phone, he sees that it's Chuuya. That bastard haunts him even when he is drunk but he wouldn't have it any other way. Chuuya completes the scenario after all.

He wants to believe it's about work and it partly is because Chuuya starts complaining to him about how he should have taken care of the paperwork and that the next time he catches him messing with his wine bottles he'll kill him as painfully as possible. And that is when the complains stop and Chuuya lowers his voice, almost to a whisper.

"She is back" He will say and the next thing Dazai knows is he is back in the Port Mafia building, heading to the terrace. Two heads will turn to look at him, waiting for him to take a seat next to them on the ledge.

There is always this... problem. You, much like Oda, are sitting in the middle. Dazai doesn't know what that means because you're very much alive, still working for the Port Mafia even though he hasn't seen you in years but he rolls with it because you are there.

Right when Chuuya starts complaining about him being slow and all that, Dazai takes a seat next to you and for the first time he doesn't think of jumping off the edge. He turns to look at you, a slightly troubled expression on your face and he reaches out to pat your head just like he used to do back then.

And that is when everything starts to feel off because Chuuya offers him a glass of wine but Dazai knows that he physically can't drink anymore because he will throw up and the hungover will be so bad that he won't be able to go to work tomorrow and Kunikida will start yelling.

But in his "dream" there is no Kunikida. He is not supposed to be working for the ADA, he is not even supposed to know them. In a moment of panic, Dazai takes the entire bottle out of Chuuya's hand and gulps it down in one go.

He can't seem to shut his brain down. All those little voices that tell him that what he is dreaming about is not real and he should wake up and sober himself up immediately... they won't shut up.

Slowly he starts hating himself for it. Because when all of this is done, the only thing he can think of is what Higuchi had told him back at that alley.

A part of him feels at peace when thinking about ADA. He knows he has done the right thing according to Oda. But deep inside him, deeper than he actually thinks, he knows his heart is Port Mafia black and he wants back what he once had.

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Can I request a Dom!Ango x virgin! reader full scenario? Rough Nsfw, Reader trying to comfort him but ends up getting in his pants, Ango letting out his whole frustrations on y/n. Both are vocals in bed(yk what kind of vocals I mean..). Overstimulation for Ango and the reader. Both tearing up during sex(emotional or not it's up to you), please?

Hello lovely anon! Thank you for your request and of course you can and I deeply apologize for the wait!

I hope you will like it, enjoy and that I did it justice! :) <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, virgin!reader, dom!Ango, in the start it's not as rough, after that it gets rough, overstimulation for both, reader and Ango are friends, mentions of drinking, dry humping, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral!fem receiving, oral!Ango receiving, facefuck, degrading, hair pulling, ejaculation in mouth, spanking, creampie, Ango might be OOC, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Let me ruin you completely || Ango Sakaguchi

Ango and you knew each other for a really long time now, you would spend your free time at Lupin where two of you met originally. You would chat about everything however it always seemed like Ango had lingering secrets, not completely clear to you. You never asked due to personal boundaries and respect you had for him. Eventually you realized you had more than just feelings of respect for him however you never tried anything due to obvious reasons. This night was different however. Ango arrived at the bar, his body language was tense, you could almost smell irritation and frustration leaking out of him. He sat next to you and you played with last ice cube inside your whiskey.

"Rough day?" you asked in a soft voice.

"Least to say." he answered sharply and closed his eyes tightly.

"Tomato juice, I am driving tonight." he said, equally sharp to the barista and took a deep breath trying to relax a bit.

"Your dark circles are getting worse, you know? Were you sleeping at all?" you asked casually as you took a sip of your drink.

"Y/N, I really don't need that right now. No, I wasn't sleeping." he said and rubbed his eyes and readjusted his glasses afterwards, giving you hostile look.

"Sorry, I was just asking, geez." you said and turned away from him slightly as barista put down tomato juice for Ango.

"Thank you." Ango said and took a sip of juice.

"As if that will help you relax. Why don't you order a tea?" you asked and you were genuinely concerned for Ango.

"You know how to light up a mood, don't you? They don't make tea here." he chuckled and took another sip. His face was full of irritation, his lips were tense as well as his forehead.

"Ah, that's true." you paused, taking a look at Ango.

"Look..I don't know what happened, nor will I ask due to personal boundaries between us. However, I am here if you want to let it out in some way. You don't have to tell me what happened, you can just yell out how everyone are idiots, you know?" you smiled gently and placed your hand on Ango's arm. He looked at you, his gaze was full of complete frustration, but you could see his eyes softened a bit in the edges. He nodded and so did you as you moved your hand away and took your glass to drink last sip of you drink. You slowly got up, preparing to leave.

"You have my number if you change your mind." you smiled softly.

"No, I-" Ango paused his sentence as he saw a little card between your fingers. You placed it next to his glass.

"Now you do. Goodbye Ango." you said and squeezed his biceps gently and started walking away. Ango took a look at a card you placed next to him.

"Y/N, wait." he said and you turned around as he paid for your drinks and nodded goodbye to barista. He walked towards you and you raised your eyebrows questioning his action.

"How about I drive you home? It's late." he said and you took a good look at him.

"Fine...as long as you drive carefully...we can also drink tea if you would like to." you smiled softly and turned around to leave. Ango followed you and opened the door for you.

Ride to your house was fairly quiet, besides you giving intructions to Ango where to go. You would look at him from time to time and you could see his frustration didn't melt away, not even a bit. Veins on his hands became prominent from the amount of pressure he was holding the steering wheel with. He was frowning, not too hard, but enough for his forehead to be filled with few sharp lines. You finally arrived and left the car once he parked and you unlocked your front door. Both of you took your shoes off and you turned on the lights through the apartment.

"If you want to fresh up, bathroom is there." you showed him the bathroom and he nodded as he went inside and closed door behind him. You went to the kitchen and started heating the water for the tea. In the meantime, Ango was washing his hands and face, unable to calm down at slightest, looking at his gloomy face in the mirror. He tried taking few deep breaths and walked out, entering the living room as you were placing two cups of tea on the table.

"Would you like to eat something as well?" you asked as you saw him standing behind you, observing. You were wearing a cocktail dress in your favorite color that was just above your knees and Ango's gaze got slightly lost as he observed you from your ankles up to your head.

"Not yet, thank you." he shook his head as he politely declined an offer. You nodded at him and sat down, gesturing him to do the same. He came close to the couch and sat next to you. His eyes were focused on the steam that was coming out of cups.

"Camomille?" he asked you, his eyes still on the cups.

"They say it's the best for relaxation." you smiled and took your cup, gently blowing so you can take a quick sip.

"I know you mentioned once that you put two spoons of sugar in coffee, so I assumed same goes for your tea. Is that okay?" you asked and slowly put down hot cup on the table. Ango's body language was still tense, aura around his body felt heavy, you felt like you were able to grasp it in your palms. Ango didn't say anything.

"Okay Ango, we know each other for some time now and we shared a lot of stories. I know this one is different but I would love to help you if I can in some way." you said in soft voice, observing his face.

"Help me?" he chuckled as his gaze became more irritated.

"Yes, just like I said, you can let it out on me, yell how everyone are idiots and how everything sucks. It helps me sometimes." you said softly, trying to ease him up as you moved closer to him, your hand gently rubbing his back. You could feel tightness in your chest due to his aura, you felt helpless but still wanted to help him out. He took a deep breath and turned his face towards yours. He could see genuine concern in your eyes, however it didn't make him relax.

"Look, I don't want to talk about it." he said sharply and you put your hand down on his thigh, stroking and squeezing it gently. He took a quick look at your hand moving on his thigh and he couldn't help, but get slightly hard.

"That's okay then, we don't have to talk about that...how about we-" you wanted to move your hand away from his thigh but suddenly got cut off due to his hand placing it back. You looked at him slightly shocked as his face was filled with frustration, but also lust in his eyes, type you have never seen before. He slowly leaned in as you were still looking at him, eyes wide open, unable to react. He was filled with heavy emotions, mind filled with almost nothing else but how good you look, how your hand was resting on his thigh, how angry and frustrated he felt and how hard he was. His other hand cupped your face as he slowly leaned in further. Your lips parted almost subconsciously, chest and tummy filled with butterflies as heat started spreading all over your body. You leaned in, your face not even an inch away from Ango's. He came back to his senses, as messy as his mind was in the moment he still didn't want to do something two of you might regret.

"Maybe we shouldn't." he whispered out, his lips practically brushing over yours.

"Why not?" you whispered back and he could see lust in your eyes making it harder for him to pull away.

"What if we ruin what we had so far?" he whispered, his voice was soft but he was getting even more frustrated with his own indecisiveness.

"What if we don't? Also, didn't you just say you don't feel like talking, yet-" Ango couldn't hold himself back anymore and finally broke the almost non existent distance between two of you, his tongue quickly finding yours. His kiss was demanding, deep, there wasn't even a bit of softness. You squeezed his thigh from intensity and he swiftly pushed you down on the couch, spreading your legs with his body as his hand held yours over your head meanwhile his other one traced outline of your waist as it moved down to grab your hip firmly. You whimpered in his mouth and he pulled away, his eyes low and dark. He quickly moved his lips down on your neck and left a quick kiss before he started sucking on it roughly. You quivered and whimpered out, wrapping your legs around him to pull him in more. Your dress was lifted from all the movement and you could feel his bulge pressing on your pussy. Groan left his throat as you started moving your hips on his clothed, hard cock in a desperate need for some friction. He moved his lips on the other side of your neck, sucking on it with more roughness than previous time. Your hand squeezed his as you whimpered out, still desperately humping on his cock. He whined as skin of your neck rested between his teeth and swiftly continued to suck on it. You could feel yourself slowly leaking out between your folds as you kept stimulating your clit on his bulge. You freed your hand and moved it down with the other one trying to quickly undo his shirt. You barely undid all of his buttons as you whimpered from sensations on your neck and clit. Ango swiftly got up, leaving almost purple marks behind and took off his shirt completely. Your eyes were focused on his soft, yet visible muscles as your hips kept grinding on him. His eyes were low, his dick was painfully hard and stimulated but once he saw neediness in your eyes he couldn't help himself. He grabbed your knees and spreaded your legs as his hips moved more into you and with that his cock pressured your clit more.

"Come on, fuck yourself properly desperate slut." he said in sharp, breathy voice as you desperately moved your hips, your orgasm slowly building up. He was looking at your face that was painted in neediness he never saw before and his dick twitched from the idea of completely ruining you now. You kept moving your hips and you could feel your orgasm slowly forming inside as heat filled your lower tummy and quickly after it reached its peak, making you moan sharply as your hands gripped the sheets underneath. You rolled your eyes back as you kept moving your hips riding it out, whimpers leaving your throat. Ango watched your face, all the thoughts in his head right now made him twitch inside his pants as he started leaking precum, a stain painting his boxers. You slowly came down from your high, taking deep breaths and Ango couldn't control himself any longer once he looked down and saw wet mark on your panties as well as his pants. He quickly positioned his face between your legs, his fingers dragged the edge of your panties revealing your wet, drooling pussy. He was in desperate need to taste the little mess you made of yourself and before you could say anything his tongue swiftly started licking your wet entrance, collecting your leaking juices. He pushed his tongue inside, desperately trying to get as much of you as he could. He was moaning in your pussy, sending vibrations through your body which made you whimper in bitter sweet pleasure. His nose gently pressed on your clit and his hands travelled on side of your thighs, lifting your dress more as you spreaded your legs for him. He wrapped his arms and hands around your thighs pulling you in. He slowly moved his tongue out of your pussy and placed it on your sensitive clit. You whimpered out as he started moving it rather roughly in circles, making you arch your back from sensation. His hands squeezed your thighs harshly, making you let out sharp moan. He was eating you out like a man starved as he kept whining in your clit, making you louder. You closed your eyes, focusing on nothing other than Ango's tongue and you could feel one of his hands leaving your thigh as his two fingers teased your entrance, he slowly dragging them up and down between your inner lips as his tongue kept rough pace. He slowly pushed his fingers inside as you whined out in pleasure and pain.

"Fuck." Ango whimpered out as he moved his lips away from your clit. Hot breath his voice left behind made you shiver.

"You are so tight around my fingers, I can only imagine..fuck." he started whispering as he dick twitched from imagining your thight pussy around him. He slowly started moving his fingers in and out. You whimpered out in mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck Y/N, are you a vi-" he wanted to ask as he felt some sort of resistance but you cut him off.

"Yeah." you said in one quick breath. Ango looked up at you as he kept moving his fingers in and out slowly stretching you out. He became even more frustrated given the situation he was in. He wanted to ruin you immediately but given the fact you were a virgin he knew he couldn't do it at this very moment and have patience that he was already running low on.

"Fucking hell." he whispered out as he got more irritated with everything. He wasn't mad at you however this made situation different and harder for him.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked in a voice that made clear enough he was running out of patience, but he was also genuinely making sure you are okay with this. The thought of him being your first and completely ruining you under him was more than enough to make him more impatient and almost make him cum in his pants. He started extracting his fingers out but you swiftly clenched your walls around him.

"I can handle it." you whispered out and moved your head slightly up so you can see Ango's face.

"Keep going please." your soft voice had desperate tone tangled in it which was more than enough for Ango to keep going. He kept moving his fingers in and out, slowly stretching you out and putting more pressure in order to break small, thin layer of resistance. You grabbed sheets with more force as you felt his fingers moving causing you more pain than pleasure in this very moment. You bit your bottom lip as Ango moved his long fingers slightly deeper, putting more pressure and stretching you more. Sharp moan left your throat as he kept going deeper. Ango slowly moved his lips near your clit and his placed his warm, wet tongue on your sensitive clit. He moved it in few slow circles and his lips completely covered it as he started talking.

"Focus on this as much as you can." he whispered as his soft lips brushed over your sensitive clit and he started sucking on it intensely as his fingers started moving faster causing you one more mixture of pleasure and pain. Your eyes were glossy as tears started forming inside them. You kept whimpering and your thighs wrapped harshly around Ango's head. Your hands moved down in his locks, tangling inside as you pulled him in. He kept sucking on your clit and whining at sensations of your walls tightening around his fingers as you felt another orgasm approaching and your insides getting more stretched out. His whines sent vibrations through your body making your lower tummy fill up with heat and butterflies. He kept his pace on your clit as his fingers became more vigorous inside you making warm tears roll down your face. You let out loud breathy moans as you felt sweet release approaching and you tightened your grip on Ango's hair. His tongue started twirling on your clit as he kept sucking on it as his fingers broke layer and started pressuring your sensitive spot inside and you finally felt your orgasm blossoming inside. Tears kept running down your face as loud moans kept leaving your throat, this one was way more intense than previous one. Ango kept going as you slowly moved your hips, riding your high out. Ango's lips slowly moved away from your clit as he felt you finally relaxing as your legs and hands moved away from his face and hair. He extracted his fingers slowly, small amount of blood mixed with your cum coating them. He licked it away as you were getting your breathing under control and he quickly moved and grabbed your hair, pulling you up. He was kneeling and you looked up at him, your eyelids low.

"Let me ruin you completely, Y/N." he said in raspy voice and quickly undid his button and zipper of his pants as he pulled them down just enough for you to see outline of his painfully hard cock on his boxers. He swiftly moved them down too, his long, relatively thick and veiny cock almost completely lining up with his pelvic area. He moved one of his hands on your jaw and his thumb brushed over your slightly red bottom lip gesturing you to open up. You listened and you placed your tongue outside for him as well which made him smirk, almost sadisticly. He moved his cock on your tongue and impatience grew worse inside him. He wanted to fuck you relentlessly already but he couldn't due to situation which made him awfully irritated. He placed his hand behind your head and swiftly shoved his cock inside your mouth as he started thursting it in vigorously. You choked on it as it kept hitting back of your sensitive throat. Ango was whining and groaning loudly as he grabbed your hair tighter, making you stay in one place as he fucked your throat. You kept gagging and tearing up and tried your best to move your tongue under it to give Ango more sensation. He was rough and seeing your cheeks slowly getting wet from tears made him twitch and pulsate inside your mouth.

"You are almost a natural. Truly made to be a slut." he whimpered his sentence out as his pace became quicker. You tried your best to breathe through your nose as you kept gagging from his lenght and intensity.

"Look, ah-, you are taking me so well." he kept whimpering and whining loudly as his voice became messier. His glasses were full of stains that his hard breathing left behind. He kept his relentless pace and started getting louder as you started sucking as much as you could. He slowly pulled his cock back and rested it on top of your tongue. You looked up at him, slightly confused.

"Be a useful slut and suck." he ordered in sharp but breathy voice. You started sucking, your eyes filling up with tears as you tried taking him all the way in as your hand stroked bottom half of it. Ango kept moaning and whining as you became more rough yourself. He kept twitching and your other hand started gently massaging his balls which made him grab your hair tighter and pull your head back a bit. He was whimpering as you kept sucking and stimulating his balls, pulsating more and more on your tongue. He was getting closer and his grip on your hair became rougher. He pushed his hips slightly forward making you gag at sudden impact. You kept going in your own pace but Ango's patience was running low once again and he placed his other hand on top of your head as his other one rested on the back and he grabbed handful of your hair once again and started thursting inside your mouth chasing his release. He was loud, his whines and groans were all you were focused on beside his cock pulsating in your mouth. He threw his head back as he finally reached his orgasm, warm cum filling your mouth and he slowed down his movement to ride it out, loud whines leaving his throat. You swallowed all of it and Ango slowly extracted his cock out of your mouth and looked down on you, his gaze still lustful, frustrated and dark. You licked your lips collecting the small amount of cum that he left on them when he extracted himself. He quickly moved his hands on your back, pulling down the zipper of your dress. He was still painfully hard and painfully frustrated, you knew this would be one long night. You got up and started removing your dress, you let it drop on the floor and Ango quickly got up bending you over on the table.

"Ango-" you let out his name in slightly surprised tone.

"You said you will help me get rid of my frustration. Well, be happy. You are doing that right now." he said in raspy voice as his hands quickly pulled your panties down, letting them drop. He positioned his cock in lining of your entrance and not wasting another second he thursted inside. You yelped out at sensation of him stretching you out more than before. Your hands were on the table as your arms were straight giving you more stability, legs slightly spreaded and Ango's hands were holding your hips tightly, his fingernails digging inside your soft skin. He frowned as he let out a desperate groan from sensation of your tight pussy. He started moving in rougher pace, making you moan out loud. He grabbed your hips even harder as his thursts became vigorous, his pelvic area loudly smacking your ass, leaving red marks behind. Your back arched, room was filled with loud, needy, shameless moans and whines from two of you. Both of you were already sensitive from your previous orgasms, you more than Ango. His thursts kept hitting right spot inside you and made your whole body tremble as well as table shake from the intensity. You tried keeping your hands firmly on the table, eyes filled with more trears of pleasure and pain and Ango suddenly spanked your ass and it made you quiver, two cups falling over, now cold tea getting spilled all over the table. You and Ango didn't pay any attention to it as you were too focused on overwhelming sensations. Your pussy kept pulsating and tightening around him and that made him twitch inside you as he kept getting harder and harder, close to his second release. His head was filled with lustful desire but overwhelming sense of frustration, anger, irritation and somewhat regret washed over him, making him fuck you even harder. His eyes were filling up with tears from everything - his emotions, sensation your pussy gave him, his tip kissing your deepest spot inside and your walls clenching around him, making his already sensitive cock twitch and pulsate. Tears were already rolling down your cheeks heavily, your pussy was sore and too sensitive for his vigorous pace. He spanked your ass one more time, letting all of his heavy feelings and desires leave painful, red mark on it. Room was filled with your wet skins hitting each other, your low cries and Ango's breathy whimpers. Your hands were practically covered in tea but you couldn't react at all when another spank was left on your bruised ass. You only had enough strenght to move one of your wet, slightly sticky hands between your legs to make messy circles on your clit in desperate need for another release. Ango's pace became more relentless chasing his final release as he got overstimulated, his tip was burning and so was your pussy. You kept making messy circles, feeling closer to your release as Ango's cock kept pressuring your sensitive spot inside. Ango's eyes were filled up with tears and they slowly ran down his cheeks as yours kept falling down on the table, adding to the pool of tea that was already there. Ango's voice kept breaking as he tried to tell you how close he is and your throat choked out sound of confirmation as you were painfully close too. With few more vigorous thursts you felt Ango filling you up inside with his warm cum, his moans and whines breaking through little cries. You stimulated your clit a bit more and finally felt overwhelming sense of release washing over your lower tummy, your whole body started shaking as you cried out from intense pleasure your orgasm. Ango kept fucking his cum inside you as you closed your legs from overstimulating sensations, his cum mixed with yours dripping down your thighs. Ango quickly pulled out due to being overly sensitive as he couldn't handle it anymore. You were taking deep breaths as you finally came down your high feeling sore and tired. Ango dropped on the couch behind you and you sat next to him, not caring about the mess your leaking cunt will leave behind. You were both breathing heavily and you placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.

"Are you feeling better?" you asked through breathy voice, looking at his wet cheeks. You slowly brought your hand up, gently brushing away wet traces his tears left behind. Your neck and ass were bruised and it suddenly stung, making you quiver. Ango looked at you, his gaze softer than before and he gently cupped your cheek as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"I do, but taking a bath sounds like a good option for both of us now. Sounds good?" he said in calm voice as his thumb brushed your cheek. You nodded, smiling softly at him.

"Thank you..sorry if I was too rough with you." he said, nervous smile plastering over his face.

"Don't worry, if you need cheering up anytime in the future, let me know." you said teasingly and smiled. Ango chuckled.

"I have your number finally after all, I might as well use it since you were so polite about it." he gently teased back and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"How about we run that bath now? Then I will help you clean this up." he said softly and you smiled, nodding. He smiled and picked you up slowly, making his way to the bathroom so two of you can spend rest of the night relaxing and comforting each other.

The End :) <3

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