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queer-n-here · 3 months

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Heyy. Can you pretty please write for subby Akutagawa? I want to dominate him so bad /srs

(Your sigma one was awesome sauce btw👍)

Hi, you're my first request! Thanks for reading man, and ohhh, bro, I would die for subby Akutagwa. You didn't mention a lot of details, so I let my intuition lead me with this one, I hope you like it!

Content: You come home to Akutagawa trying to pretend his fingers are your cock, and long story short, you fuck him. (Established relationship)

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, ability user reader, degrading kink, and... I think that's about it?

Fem aligned and MDNI

Ryunoske Akutagawa was hanging on by a thread.

You two had been trying to find time for each other, but what with the number of assignments the Port Mafia threw at you two after the Guild incident, you barely had time to even look at each other's faces. It was frustrating, to say the least.

You'd come back late at night, exhausted and drained out, and just as you'd step into the house, Akutagawa would be hurrying to get out of it. A hurried kiss and 'Have a good day/night at work, love...' had been the only interaction between you two for the past whole month.

And it was starting to take its toll on Akutagawa.

You hadn't been intimate for a month. An entire month! How was Akutagawa supposed to deal with this type of separation when before this sudden rush hour (or rush month, really) you had showered him with your love? There had been a time when he could barely fall asleep without your arms around him, and now he couldn't remember the last time you two had cuddled.

It was so frustrating, Akutagawa almost threw a fit in Mori's face one day. But he held back, thinking of the future, and how things were bound to get better soon.

Now, however, Akutagawa felt that maybe he should have thrown a fit at Mori.

He was filled with pent-up frustration, and as much as he tried to focus on other things, he just couldn't stop thinking about you. Your voice, your calloused hands, the way you touched him, the way your hands knew almost automatically where to poke to make him throw his head back and call your name, his hips bucking into your han-

Akutagawa tried to pull his mind away from this line of thought, but it was impossible. Sighing, he slipped off his boxers, and turned to lay on his stomach.

This was the only way he could get release.

He coated his fingers with his own spit, and reached back to insert a finger into his achingly empty entrance.

It was a pathetic attempt, he knew. You knew his body so much better than himself. And he couldn't even reach back properly.

Still, he tried, rubbing his throbbing dick against the bed sheets to get a faster release. And that was how you found him. Rutting against the sheets with two of his digits in his hole, calling out your name as tears built in his eyes.

You had stepped into the house feeling cheerful, after all, you had managed to convince Mori to give the two of you a two-day long break. It wasn't much, but it was something you knew would bring a smile to Akutagawa's face.

Your expression had turned tense immediately, however, when you'd heard something like a whimper coming from your and Akutagawa's shared room. Was he hurt?

You had hurried across the house, throwing away your jacket and stumbling out of your shoes, calling your boyfriend's name with worry in your voice. You'd threw open the bedroom door, and stopped short at the sight before you.

What. The. Fuck.

When Akutagawa saw you, his eyes widened. He let out a yelp, and immediately, Rashoumon jumped out, creating a sphere of black cloth around him, preventing you from seeing him.

Still reeling from the surprise, you sighed.

"Ryu?" You said tentatively. "Baby, let me in."

There was some rustling, and you knew Akutagawa was hiding his face in the sheets.

"I'm gonna have to cut Rashoumon apart, baby..." You said, your voice gentle as you sat down on the part of the bed Akutagawa's ability hadn't enveloped. "And you know I can do that."

There was a pause, and then Rashoumon retreated to reveal a flushed Akutagawa who had pulled up the bed sheets to his chin, his eyes glued to the wall three feet on the left of your head.

"It wasn't a weird thing to do, alright?" He said before you could open your mouth to speak. "I just... I just got kind of d-desperate. And I mean, we haven't been intimate for weeks, so-"

"I never said it was," You cut him off, and he looked at you. "But now I'm home, and we have time, so let me take care of you, hmm?"

Akutagwa turned to look at the clock.

"It's not time for you to be back home yet," He stated dully, and you chuckled.

"No, it's not," You reached out, taking the sheets from Akutagawa's hands and gently lowering them. "I got Mori to give us a forty-eight-hour break."

His eyes brightened. "Really?"

"Yeah," You nodded. "And I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie, or go on a date... But who would've though that I'd come home to you touching yourself and calling my name?"

He flushed again, and made as if to hide in the sheets one more time, but you were faster.

You ripped the sheets off of him, leaving his bare pale body exposed. Before he could react, you had pressed him back down on the bed, one hand supporting your weight beside his head, and the other at his waist.

"Come to think of it, it HAS been a long time since we had sex, right Ryu?" You smirked.

Akutagwa's breath hitched at the sudden change of your tone, and he nodded.

You lowered your head, placing your lips on his as his hands rose to clutch the fabric of your shirt. You kissed him passionately, nibbling and biting and sucking to your heart's content till you couldn't take it anymore, till you could feel the tent in your pants grow unbearable.

You pushed off of him, using your ability to strip in a millisecond, and turned Akutagawa around to make him lay on his stomach, just the way you'd found him.

He'd prepped himself well, and his arousal was such that his hole was opening and closing like a breathless fish, begging to be filled and abused to your liking.

You placed your tip against his entrance, planting a small kiss between his shoulder blades as you entered. He twitched beneath you, his fingers clenching around the sheets beneath him as he buried his head into them to muffle the sounds that he knew he would make soon.

When you had entered fully, you gave him a moment to adjust to the feeling of being stuffed full of your cock.

"Ryu, baby," You whispered, your breath warm on his neck. "It's kind of disobedient of you, isn't it, to do something like behind my back?"

"What do you- Mmph!" You pulled back and thrusted the very moment Akutagwa opened his mouth to speak.

"You could have waited," You said, as your hips rolled further into his, making him moan lewdly. "You could have been good and waited. But I bet you couldn't handle the feeling of not being stuffed full for a minute. I should be grateful you held on for a month."

Your thrusts sped up slowly, gaining a rhythm as you fucked Akutagawa into the sheets, making him push his hips back to meet you half-way.

"How slutty," You sneered, pounding into him as if it were your last day on earth. "Couldn't have held back till I came home, hmm? Such a pretty little whore."

Akutagawa bit down into the sheets, unsuccessfully trying to muffle his whimpers at your words. You grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, making him scream as your thrusts hit a certain place.

"But I bet you couldn't find that spot in you, right?" You shifted to hit it again, making Akutagawa thrash around in your grip. "That one that makes you see stars..."

You hit his prostrate again and again, making him clench pathetically around your fat cock. You chuckled, using your more force to ram into his ass.

"Wai..." Akutagawa panted, his brain foggy and barely able to form words at that amazing feel of you fucking him like he was just a hole. "I couldn't.... Nhh, ah! I c-couldn't help it."

"Of course you couldn't," You leered. "True nature is always hard to hide. A slut through and through aren't you?"

Akutagawa whined, nodding his head erratically like a dumb cock-drunk whore. "Just yours... Only yours"

"That's right," You thrusted faster, almost dislocating your hips in that chase of pleasure. "My dumb slut. My pretty little cocksleeve."

That alone was too much for him, and he squirted onto the bed sheets with a loud cry of your name. You let go of his hair as he tightened around your dick, and he collapsed, his body limp even when you turned him around to look at his beautiful fucked-out expression.

"A slut that can't even do his job right." You spat, entering him again, making writhe under you, clutching your arms without any force in his fingers.

"[Name]!" He blubbered. "I just came, I just..."

But you weren't going to listen, continuing your abuse of his lewd hole as you degraded him more, making him whine and sob from the over stimulation.

"Tell me," You panted. "Could you have cum so quick just from your own two fingers? Could you have made yourself feel as good as I can?"

Akutagawa shook his head, his damp hair sticking to his forehead. "F-Feels so good...Nghh!"

You felt heat pooling into your stomach, your throbbing dick loaded and ready to release into the man beneath you. You sped up sloppily, making him throw his head back and arch his body.

"Do you deserve my cum, Ryu?" You panted, your hips bludgeoning into him. "Do you deserve to be released in?"

He nodded frantically, his poor brain barely able to comprehend anything that wasn't your cock and your strong hands holding him place. "I-I do! Please, [Name], please. Cum in me, I'll be good, I'll-"

And so you released, using the last of your power to hit his sweet spot a few more times, and just that was enough to make him squirt a second time, his used hole milking your cock as ropes of white fluid shot out of his own dick.

You collapsed beside Akutagawa, panting as you turned your head to look at your boyfriend. On his waist were red hand prints, and his ass was still leaking your cum. His closed eyes were underlined with tears, and his entire face was covered in them. You couldn't help but smirk.

"Such a pretty boy..." You murmured, and Akutagwa smiled faintly.

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morimakesfanart · 11 months

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Sindria's Prophet #34

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*Sinbad feeling jealous and possessive (this is why I put the kinda yandere tag on AO3) (it will also become a thing for a while so expect to see it tagged here often) ~POV Generals~ What had they just witnessed? Mori waved at them as she left to return to the festival; all the while, the Womanizer of the Seven Seas stared after her instead of paying attention to the women on his lap. No one had expected Mori to flirt with Sinbad to tell him 'no,' but clearly it was affective. All of the Generals knew of the growing soft spot Sinbad was forming for his Prophet, but never had they expected their over confident King to look so lost.

The giant's laugh boomed across the whole platform, Sharrkan whistled, and Yam squealed.

Yam was barely able to contain herself. "The Rukh are going crazy! There's no way he could deny his feelings after that!!! Mori will definitely move into the Purple Leo Tower sooOOoon~!"

Pisti giggled and added. "Why stop there? She should just move straight into King Sinbad's bed."

Sharrkan gestured towards them with his cup. "Here's to you two making winning the bet better for my pockets."

On the first day the Generals met Mori they started placing bets. Would Sinbad realize his feelings before going to the Kou Empire? Would Mori be moved into the Purple Leo Tower as soon as Sinbad realizes? Both women immediately bet that Mori would move into the Purple Leo Tower before the trip to the Kou Empire -Yam because of what she saw in the Rukh, and Pisti because she thought she could push them into it with enough interventions and it was funny to her. Nearly all the Generals placed bets one by one. Sharrkan waited until after the meeting the other day, when he decided on Sinbad not being interested in Mori at all.

Yam yelled at her 'Arch Nemesis,' "What's that supposed to mean??"

"Have you seen our King? If he was actually interested in Mori this would be over already."

"Are you blind??"

Drakon commented at the other table. "He can be very stubborn, but it seems even Sinbad is finally notices the change in himself." The first household member had bet that his King would ultimately figure it out before his trip to the Kou Empire.

Hina mused. "He's like a little kid having a crush for the first time. At least he's mature enough to not pull their hair as he struggles to figure it out." The giant's bet was on Sin not realizing his feelings until after he leaves for the Kou Empire. Their separation would be the trigger.

"True," Drakon agreed, "but he doesn't have the best track record. Sinbad has no experience with a real relationship."

"Ain't that the truth. Still, I'm sure we'll be hearing good news soon."

Drakon smiled and nodded with his old friend.

Pisti yelled, "I have to know what she said!" before following after Mori.

For the record: Masrur had added to both Drakon and Hina's bets instead of making his own -he trusted the experience of 2 men that had actually gotten married over the words of a womanizer. Spartos refused to be a part of the bet on principle. Nearly all of the Generals agreed on 1 thing: as soon as/if Sinbad accepts he's in love, nothing could stop him. Ja'far was the outlier on that point. Sinbad was following Mori's pace whether he was conscious of it or not. If Mori wasn't ready he'd hold back which meant that even if Sin did realize his feelings, there was a high chance that nothing would change right away, so the only bet he placed was against Sharrkan.

--- ~POV Mori~ I held back giggling until I was out of sight. I don't know if Sin naturally gets more subby when he's drunk but it was in line with how he's shown getting clingy and sappy when drunk in the og and side comics. Regardless, doming him was thrilling. It was obvious that Sinbad preferred being the dom, but as a switch, I was happy to learn he could be a good sub for me under the right conditions~ (I may be asexual, but I'm the horny sex favorable type, and into BDSM.) I know I won't have an opportunity to actually be sexual with Sinbad since we'll never be in a relationship -I set those rules to protect myself- so I would just have to enjoy playing with him outside of a bedroom.

I meant what I told him too; he can be with whomever he wants when I'm not around because if someone is mine they will come back to me with their full attention -not that Sinbad was actually mine. 'That shocked expression on him was so cute!' This felt wonderful. For that moment I was the only thing he could think about. It was almost like he had feelings for me. It didn't stop me from being pissed though. 'He really asked me to join a bunch of call girls that were being paid to fawn over him??' At least he took his punishment well, so I was able to let off some steam.

It wasn't enough though. I had too much energy left. The mix of negative feelings barely hiding under the good ones were a strong reminder to my ex fiancé. Wish fulfillment would only trigger me. I needed a distraction asap. There was still one thing I hadn't gotten to do yet at this festival -and I love dancing and singing- so I chose that.

As if to answer my wish, the waves brought Pisti to me. After I answered her questions, she was more than happy to help me learn the dances here in Sindria. Most of the dancers were locals, but there was an area where tourists were learning some of the basics. Pisti stayed with me until one of her boyfriends showed up and whisked her away. By that point I had found my rhythm so I didn't have a problem with not knowing anyone. No one would bother me here. The more I embraced the moment and unmasked, the happier I was. Finally. This was what I needed. The waves helped me learn the patterns of the music and dances, so I could keep up better. --- ~POV Generals~ The women around Sinbad whined for his attention, and he returned it, but barely. It was obvious to everyone who had known him through the last decade that his heart wasn't in it. The Womanizer of the Seven Seas was unable to keep it up. He got up and walked to the edge of the platform alone. He was standing there before Pisti came back and remained staring out at the festival after she returned and explained that Mori wouldn't be back anytime soon.

Sahel, Drakon's wife, smiled. "I see why you thought it was different this time."

Her husband nodded, "I believe this might be the moment I was waiting for. Our King is finally thinking about it in earnest."

Sharrkan grumbled into his cup. "If he realized he likes her, then why isn't he doing anything?"

Sahel answered, "He's still processing his feelings." She looked between her husband and Hina. "Teasing him will only make him double down."

The giant rested an arm on the table and leaned on it. "Then how would you push him?"

She put down her cup and turned towards their King. "Your Majesty!" Sahel called out and Sinbad looked back at her. "You should go after her if you're that worried!"

The King pressed a hand against his closed eyes before combing it through his bangs.

"It will make you feel better!"

Sin turned back towards the festival.

Hinahoho snorted another laugh. "I thought you said not to tease him!"

"Give it time."

--- ~POV Mori~ When I finally stepped off the dance floor, the moon was high in the sky. I got carried away and turned wrong, so my left hip tried to pop out of the socket. I've had loose joints since I was little so I knew how to take care of it. After putting it back in place, I tried to find a place to sit down; my legs felt ready to give out on me. Most of the benches were taken up by the elderly, and families with young children just like earlier. I finally found a spot a bit out of the way. As soon as I sat down, I knew I was not going to be able to get up for a while; my feet, back and hips burned from over use even after fixing my bone alignment. My feet would be fine in an hour (I pace all the time), but I could tell I wouldn't be so lucky with the rest. I looked around at the view that was going to keep me company while I rested. Luckily, I could still see the King's platform from here, and the steps leading up to the Palace over the city- "Shit." 'I have to climb those steps, and the steps of the guest tower get to my room. Maybe I should stay at a hotel tonight. I'll send Sin the bill since this is his fault.' --- ~POV Sinbad~ Somehow, that was the hottest thing Sinbad had ever experienced and it was someone turning him down. None of what happened made any sense to him while it was happening. That feeling only Mori gave him had filled him to the point of stupidity. Mori said they fell for him while reading his Fate; even if it was said in jest, there had to be some truth in it, so how could they turn him down? Becoming sober let him remember Mori admitting to being a tease on purpose. 'Damnit.'

No matter how much the others made fun of their King, he wouldn't budge. Nothing was wrong with him. He wasn't sulking. Sure, not flirting with groups of women was the rarity for him, but the Prophet knew exactly how to get under his skin. He had been too drunk when Mori was messing with him, but not so drunk as to follow after them. Still, he couldn't deny that ever since they left he was abundantly aware of their absence. 'Maybe I should follow after them.' It is what he had wanted to do since morning.

Pisti had returned hours ago, but not the Prophet. Hina even took his children home to bed, and the other Generals started turning in, but Mori still hadn't returned. Ja'far let him know that the Sindrian knights that were guarding the Prophet were sending reports, but it wasn't enough. The King had to go make sure everything was fine with his own eyes.

The waves led him to where Mori was sitting on a bench farther away from the dance stages than he was expecting, and she wasn't alone. There was a group of men around her. The fact that Mori was smiling at them made something dark twist Sinbad's insides. She didn't like when he flirted with multiple people in front of her, and yet here she was doing the same thing to him -although, she didn't know he would see.

One of those men grabbed her hand and all of Sinbad's muscles tensed on reflexed. Mori's expression and tone hardened immediately. "What do you think you're doing?!" She wasn't interested in them at all. The only person she likes holding her hand is Sinbad.

He shouldn't feel this giddy that she rejected them. Maybe something was wrong with him after all. Sinbad called out to announce his presence. "So this is where my Beautiful Prophet has been." The men surrounding her froze in a satisfying way.

"King Sinbad!" Mori looked tired, and the glint in her eyes was relief that he came for her.

Sinbad shouldn't have held back from following after her. The waves rose the closer he got.

The man holding Mori's hand let go and took a step back after making eye contact with the King. Sinbad directed his words at his Beautiful Prophet, "It's getting awfully late," then scanned the faces of the group bothering her, "You were planning on coming back soon, weren't you?" And then looked back at her.

Mori's laugh was full the nerves. "I wanted to go back much earlier, but I uh..." she glanced at the recent problem before looking back at her King.

The group of men said some hurried good'byes before leaving around the corner. Too bad for them that the waves gave away that they were still there -just out of sight.

Sinbad offered Mori his hand. "Now that you're free, let me escort you back." He wanted to replace the memory of that man's hand with his own.

Mori took his hand with the one he wanted, but stayed sitting. "Thank you for coming to get me." They squeezed his hand.

His heart swelled; he squeeze her hand back. "The waves will always lead me to you whenever you need me."

Her face turned a little pink. "You never quit, do you?"

"Do you want me to?" Sin teased.

Mori's smile dropped as she seemed to think about his question honestly. She answered through a pout. "No... because then you wouldn't be you."

He laughed. "Good. Because I don't want to stop either." Mori's words always managed to warm his heart. "Shall we go back now?"

Her free hand gripped the fabric of her skirt. "People talking to me isn't the main reason I'm still here."

"Hmm?" he encouraged.

Her smile grew like a child being caught red-handed. "I danced so much that I hurt my hips..."

Sin wished he had seen it. "Ah- Pisti said you were dancing." The stage was too far away from where he sat. He'd have things rearranged for next time.

"Yeah. It was really fun but," she looked down at her legs, "I can tell my legs will give out if I try to walk back on my own right now." Her head whipped back up at him, and she flailed her free hand. "I was hoping I'd be better enough to walk back *before* someone came looking for me."

The feeling of being watched stole his attention for a moment. Those men were still watching from around the corner to see if Sinbad was going to leave Mori alone again. He hadn't been completely sure at first, but this was proof they were coveting his Beautiful Prophet. 'Now what should I do to make sure no one else-'

"HMM???" Mori's voice cracked and pulled his attention back to her. They made eye contact and she took her hand back from him to covered her face with both hands. "It's nothing! I'm tired so I just had a very dumb idea for how I could get back without walking."

"Oh?" This side of her always made him want to tease her. "I want to hear this 'dumb idea.'" Mori's knees tensed, and the way she moved one hand to pulled at the fabric there paired with her words and made a very interesting idea form in his own head. In fact, it was a good way make sure unnecessary people stayed away from Mori in the future. Sinbad didn't want to end up punishing his own citizens because his Prophet was too Beautiful to resist. The waves were on his side.

Mori released the remaining hand covering her face and started flailing it in front of herself as if she was trying to shoo something away. "Don't pay attention to it! I said it's stupid! It's not necessary!"

It took a second for Sinbad to realize what she was talking about. She was trying to shoo away the waves that were gathering around them. The waves were responding to his idea, but from Mori's reaction it was also the 'stupid idea' she was hiding. These waves were moving this way because they wanted the same thing! His heart felt like it was going to burst from that feeling only Mori gave him. He couldn't blame this on being drunk like he could earlier. He couldn't say if this feeling was what everyone thought it was yet -this was still too new to him to be sure- but he also couldn't deny that Mori was special to him. Sinbad had never felt particularly lonely, and yet meeting someone else that could undeniably feel the same waves as him gave him a sense of connection he didn't know he was missing.

He could respond properly, but that was less fun. "What shouldn't I pay attention to?" He smiled as he leaned over her.

Mori glared up at him, but he wouldn't respond until she said it directly. "My waves." Yes. She was the only other person that could feel the waves. She was able to understand an aspect of his lived experience that no one else would ever be able to truly understand. And what's more, she knew his greatest mistakes and still stayed by his side.

Sinbad laughed. "Yes. But what about them isn't necessary?" She was being too cute to correct right away.

Why wouldn't he want to make sure no one could take her from him? Surely, not wanting to keep her all to himself would be a true sign that there was something wrong with him. If this feeling was what everybody thought it was then he was starting to understand the hype.

"You-!" Her face was growing more red by the second. Mori clenched her eyes and turned her head down. "Their suggestion!" Her hands held her legs by her knees where the waves were focusing. When he didn't respond, Mori's eyes peeked up at him while her head continued to face down. "...It's not something a King should do, right? And... those rumors have already spread outside the Palace..."

She was right; only a few hours ago, he was intentionally trying to counter those rumors. And she rejected him because of that decision. King Sinbad let out a sigh he couldn't hold back and uncrossed his arms. Her expression was a challenge to deny it, and he obliged, "It's fine." He had let his Generals teasing bother him to the point that he missed something very important. Not anymore.

"But..." Mori's protest had no strength behind it.

Sinbad rested a hand on the back of the bench. She fell for him while reading his Fate, but she also couldn't see past everything she knew about him from those same visions -just like he had also been stuck in his own self perception. Yes, he was finally seeing things clearly. If Mori had never told him about those parts of her visions then he would have figured it out sooner. "Let me help you get back. I don't mind walking with you, but I have a feeling we've both thought of a faster method. These wave are responding to my will just as much as yours."

Mori broke eye contact. "But... I don't want to be the reason others pressure you about something you hate that much. In my visions you had a nightmare about being married." She's wasn't rejecting him because she's didn't want him. It was because she was afraid of being rejected by him if she crossed the line.

It was true that he had never he wanted to get married or have a partner before but, "I'm actually fanning those rumors on purpose right now." Mori's head whipped back to look at him; their expression asked the question they couldn't verbalize. He was fully willing and able to change to get whatever he wanted.

Mori's blush reached it's fullest extent. "Ah- um." They broke eye contact. "Gimme a minute."

"Take your time," was what he said but it wouldn't be long before they'd agree. The waves had only gotten stronger.

Not even 30 seconds later Mori furrowed their brow. "It is late. And I'm exhausted. And I shouldn't walk in this condition. And there's no way I'm going be better enough get there on my own tonight." Sin laughed at the excuses they were using to accept it. They looked up at him. "I don't know why you want to feed the rumors now, but don't ignore the new rule I placed when you want to get rid of them again."

There was no way in hell he'd flirt with anyone other than Mori when they were an option. "You'll never have to worry about me doing that ever again."

"Okay then." Their expression dared him to take it back, but he never would.

"Then, may I carry you, my Beautiful Prophet?" Sinbad learned earlier that night, that Mori prefers explicit over implicit consent, and using it on her made her pupils dilate in a very satisfying way.

Mori hid her face in her hands again. She took a few deep breaths as she regained the will to answer. A quiet, "Yes," snuck past her fingers, and was followed by a slightly louder, "I'll just be embarrassed."

"I can live with that." Sinbad reached down to follow through on the waves' direction. His right hand went under her knees, and his left around her shoulders. Mori continued to cover her face with her hands as he lifted her. She didn't hesitate to lean her head against his shoulder. The weight in his arms made that dark feeling from earlier dissipated completely. 'Mine.' Carrying her back would send the clearest message: Mori wasn't just Sindria's Prophet, she was Sinbad's Prophet.

((Time to remember to breathe. I was on a stay at home vacation this week so I was able to make time to finish this chapter. And because I had extra time I gave in and painted the last illustration :3

I'm going to try to have the last 2 chapters of the arc done very close to each other because of all the emotions involved))

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#i'll add this to my pinned post and update it as i go!#flora's nav

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dazaiizm · 2 months

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✦ › CHAPTER ONE ━━ mind games

↳ synopsis: despite olivia leaving the port mafia four years ago, chuuya still can't get the blonde hair girl out of his head. and now he has to suffer the consequence of his actions by dealing with a personal problem . . . ♡

↳ content warnings: swearing, mentions of the black market, palming under the desk, sexual fantasies and slight fluff . . . ♡

↳ notes from chuuya's angel: first chapter in and there's already smut 😞 (not rrly but yk what i mean). also subby chuuya is cute <33

↳ taglist: @little-miss-chaoss

"nakahara, are you even listening?" chuuya's eyes drifted up from looking down at the desk to mori and his spot at the end of the long table where many other mafia executives sat.

"yeah, i am," the ginger responded as he had one gloved hand over his mouth whilst the other rested on his thigh - or that's what the members in the room assumed for it to be.

"really? because you've been zoning out the past few minutes, i was starting to think you died," mori's cheeky grin and provoke made chuuya huff in annoyance.

"ha fucking ha, mori," he rolled his eyes, taking the hand from his mouth to adjust his signature hat before resting his arm on the armrest of the black leather chair.

a small hum escaped mori's mouth before he went back to discussing whatever he was talking about. chuuya couldn't care less if he was gonna be honest, despite his usual attitude towards meetings like these. i mean, it's kind of hard to pay attention to selling organs to the black market as he has a boner that he's trying so hard to tame just from a few strokes with his thumb.

although he was notorious for becoming so aggressive about someone provoking or even teasing him in the slightest, chuuya was lucky that he was able to cover up his erotic mood with a small scowl. just a couple more strokes, that's all and he'll finally be able to get back to business. he knew that was a lie, of course; chuuya knows he isn't a god damn idiot and that only made his erection become much worse.

'fucking hell...' he huffed to himself, swallowing thickly as the room's heat became thicker; at least that's what he thought as he loosened his tie.

slowly, he started thrusting the air, clenching his stomach as his thumb only went faster and faster against his throbbing cock. why now? why did he have to think about olivia right now? chuuya seriously needs to get over himself, that's what he keeps saying day and night, but once again, he knew that was a lie. it wasn't just him either, koyo said it as well and he's sure that everyone else in the mafia would agree too if they knew.

he's never even fucked olivia before and yet he still pictures just how warm her gummy walls would feel as he ploughs himself inside her repeatedly. fuck, he can even imagine the cute sounds that'd come out her mouth as well, begging for him to cum while he only silenced her whimpers with a kiss.

jesus, chuuya missed her lips so much. other than the times where he would hold her hand or when he rested his head on her shoulder, he loved kissing her the most. mainly because of how her face flushed upon pulling away, which only made him kiss her more.

"don't think about her like that..." chuuya mumbled to himself, tapping his foot softly while shutting his eyes. pitch black was all he saw and he was pleased with that, he wouldn't be able to have a picture perfect image of how olivia would look like spread out on this damn table.

okay, that just made it ten times worse because he could imagine the sounds she would desperately try to cover up as he fucked her in front of his subordinates. chuuya knows she wouldn't be into that kind of stuff, but this is the same girl who left him hickeys despite knowing she would get some in return and be equally shy when someone brings them up.

they were like two sides of the same coin, she and him. they both always had something to bond over whether it'd be their small statures that they wished would go away by the time they reach their twenties (spoiler: it didn't work) or the kind of animes they loved watching (mainly tokyo revengers, despite chuuya's endless denials). even that dumbass dazai and luma said they were meant for each other.

chuuya had it all with olivia and he could have had so much more if he didn't fuck up. by now, they could have been so much closer, even going as far as to think that they could have been married. shit, she'd look so much more cuter in that pink wedding dress she spotted when they were out on a walk together back then.

after what seemed like forever, his climax finally brushed over him as he covered his mouth with pink cheeks. christ, he must have been holding himself back for a while because his cum was soaking through his pants.

almost instantly, chuuya shot up from his seat and left the meeting room, leaving everyone staring at the slowly shutting double doors. at least he was able to breathe after being in the room for thirty minutes straight, but now he's got to sort himself out again before anyone comes looking for him.

but if he gets hard again, chuuya will swear that he'll cut his fucking dick off. as soon as he gets dressed, he'll splash some water over his face and just take a couple of moments to compose himself. i mean, it shouldn't be impossible to forget the girl that he shared nearly his first everything with... right?

#📜 — olivia #🩷 — livchu #💋 — kiss the devil

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inkykeiji · 1 year

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This is just me but I feel like Chuuya could easily be a sub or a switch because he's just so easy to manipulate? Like Dazai says, he has no head for strategy and he's always been under Dazai or Mori's thumb. Like even Ranpo managed to totally neutralise Chuuya even though he doesn't have an ability while Chuuya's easily got them most op gift in the whole show. He's strong but not that smart LMAO

that’s true and very fair!! you make good points anon! but i’m not sure i’d necessarily count being manipulated into a subby position to be exactly equal with being a submissive through and through. it’s like that anon from the other day said, chuuya is loyal to a fault. and i think he knows how to value and respect his superiors even if he doesn’t like them as people. he can admit and respect when someone is stronger/smarter/whatever (at least that’s the vibe i get! i’m still wading through all of this material obv so my opinion/interpretation could change but this is how i feel based on what i know + have seen so far).

i think he will submit, when he has to or wants to or believes it to be necessary, but i don’t think he is a submissive. like i think his work with the mafia is important to him—that the whole organization itself is in some way important to him—and he doesn’t have any issues with authority or bowing his head to/following orders by those who rank higher than him. but being loyal and obedient to your superiors doesn’t always strike me as submissive you know??? i dunno i dunno these are just my personal thoughts hehe but i definitely agree with you that he could be manipulated into a sub position irregardless of whether or not that’s his inherent internal state (*/ω＼*) i think all i’m really trying to say here is despite the fact that he doesn’t mind following orders from others, i think he’d still like to be dominant in the bedroom/in a relationship.

either way anon you raise interesting points!!! thank you for sharing your thoughts n opinions with me (even if we have to agree to disagree) <3

#take a shot every time i say ‘i think’ LMAO #i can see where ur coming from anon for sure #maybe his ability to be manipulated into sub territory puts in under some sort of switch category i dunno!!!#i just think he’s a dom at his core/that he enjoys being in control in the bedroom #i hope your saturday is going fabulously!!!#keeps safe out there and stay hydrated!#inky.bb #clari gets mail #inky.bsd

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unwilling-survivor · 4 years

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Formicophilia [that's from me, like I said, I'll find a weird one] Sam on the other hand is curious about what your Sammy thinks of intercourse in public places

((oh my god I actually have to look something up?? excellent))

Formicophilia: “FUCK NO. ...Eugh, what the fuck. I’d say I don’t usually judge, but I’m judging.”

Public sex: “.......How public. Are we talking, like... Airplane bathroom? That sounds kind of cramped. Might do, like... a closet? Also potentially cramped, but I might do a closet, I dunno. The more chance of getting caught, the less likely, but... I mean, I could see, like, sneaking into a bathroom at a family reunion and locking the door. That’s kinda public-y? ...I... might be a little intrigued by trying to stay quiet rather than trying to stay unseen.”

((To be honest, Sammy could be talked into some things she might not necessarily fantasize about on her own. But, as a very vocal participant, who has had a partner slap a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, she’s definitely gotten a taste of that and wouldn’t be opposed to repeating it. She’d be mortified if she ever really got caught, but fear is just another form of arousal, right? Dangerous games, these...))

Send a kink and my muse will react to it (Make them really dirty, I dare you)

#rated M for mori #she's subby alright xD and almost as curious as she is wary #also WHAT THE FUCK ahahaha that is a new one WOW #don't google it folx #the-inquisitive-journalist

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moririki · 3 years

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⤷ A GIVER

DENJI X READER -> 0.5K denji realises how lucky he is to have you

REQUEST -> ✰ CONTAINS -> college!au, SMUT!!!!!, oral (heavily implied), subby denji 💗💓💘💝💖, pretty moans denji MORI'S THOUGHTS -> needy denji! needy denji! denji brainrot <3 / BRO HIS FUCKING SJHANJFJSJF HANDS DJSJFJSJJFJSFJJDFJ AAAAAAAAAA,,?,,, uhm my apologies for finishing this early cos i wrote abt half then i just couldn't manage to start the next half for the life of me im SORRY

AS OF LATE, YOU'VE BEEN SPENDING A LOT OF NIGHTS IN DENJI'S ROOM. considering the fact that the two of you were dating, there was at least some reason to your recent behaviour. and maybe, on some occasions, you would offer an excuse like your upcoming paper or class assignment.

but with the way said paper laid forgotten on denji's floor, your real motivations were abundantly clear.

it was nearing midnight, and you found yourself seated on your boyfriend's lap, tongue down his throat as his hands ran up and down your sides. the sensation was addictive- you felt almost drunk as you pulled back for air, denji's lips chasing yours for a few centimetres before looking up at you with a slight pout.

with his tousled hair and wide-blown pupils he looked quite the sight, and you had no doubt that you didn't look any better. you had looked so presentable half an hour ago when you had first crawled into his lap as he sat at his desk, under the pretense of taking a nap.

denji was glad to have you there, one large hand of his tracing sweet nothings into your spine as he finished off questions. your face was buried in his neck, making the boy shudder at the feeling of your hot breath hitting his skin.

and god forbid when you started ghosting your lips over the skin there, applying barely enough pressure to really be there, nipping at him just to hear his breath catch in his throat.

he was a goner when you started sucking hickeys into his neck, your tongue soothing the skin and making his hands shoot up to your hips, squeezing them for some sort of purchase.

it always intrigued you at just how sensitive your boyfriend really was. the way his eyes widened even when you just whispered into his ear always set you off- curious to see exactly what reactions you could elicit from him.

with the way your hands raked through his hair and you were leaving a trail of hickeys up to his jaw, denji was already breathless and a squirming mess underneath you. so when you grinded down onto his crotch experimentally, you really should have expected the strangled moan that escaped his lips.

to your absolute delight, you could feel that your poor boyfriend was already hard, his grip on you becoming deathly tight as you continued your movements. he moaned again, so much louder than the first time even though he had his bottom lip between his teeth to try and muffle any noises.

"want to try something new, baby?" you tilted your head up to whisper in his ear, delighting in the small whimper that sounded in the back of his throat at your tone. you fisted his hair, guiding his face back to you to pull him into a final searing kiss, before slipping off of his lap with a mischievous smile on your face.

the way his back straightened and he sat up when you settled on the floor between his thighs had you giggling and you rested your cheek on his knee, looking up at him through his lashes.

"seeing you between my legs is so hot," denji groaned, letting one of his own hands fall to your head, fingers idly playing with strands of your hair.

"we're only getting started, baby," you giggled sweetly, fingers reaching to undo the buckle of his belt.

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