#sub bsd

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Husband Chuuya HCs

Husband!Chuuya who stammers and blushes like a madman when both of you attempt to propose at the same time! It's a complete romcom moment, and all he can think about is the fact that you want him just as much as he wants you.

Husband!Chuuya who definitely keeps his ring safe, wearing it underneath his glove or on a necklace tucked in between shirts.

Husband!Chuuya who usually trudges home late into the night, quietly making his way through the apartment only to find you sound asleep in his bed.

Husband!Chuuya who would normally shrug off any attempts at intimacy, but not when it's your touch. You're one of only 3 people in the world who can casually touch Chuuya and still have your bones intact.

Husband!Chuuya whose love language is rocking out to his favorite playlists with you! Especially if you also love heavy music like he does!

Husband!Chuuya who is an excellent cook (after some practice, that is…) He'll ask if you want to join him in the kitchen too, and you learn all kinds of recipes together.

Husband!Chuuya who's a bit of a masochist? Ok, he's definitely a masochist. It's rare that Chuuya's opponents even land a proper hit on him, much less leave a mark or do real damage, so he takes advantage of your bond to lower his guard and surrender himself to you.

Husband!Chuuya who claws at the sheets while your hips slam into him. Your husband's smaller body is no match for the brute force of your thrusts, not when every push against his prostate drives him deeper into a state of pure ecstasy.

Husband!Chuuya who's 10000000% into choking. Wearing your hands like a necklace while you have him folded in half? 10/10 experience.

Husband!Chuuya who complains about how sore he is the next day, but you both know he'd gladly do it all over again.

Husband!Chuuya who's sound asleep in your embrace soon after you finish. Cuddled against your body, where he feels the safest, your husband snores away, and you join him not long after.

[livelaughlovesubs]

So… Neglect play. Heavy on the hear me out, guys pls (WAIT WHY IS THIS GIVING PATHETIC YANDERE HUH)

Thinking about a huge brat who loves to run his mouth and fights you on everything you do. No matter how often you’d punish him, he just doesn’t stop. It’s part of his charm, that he’s so stubborn, which led to you getting a little creative with ways to punish him.

“Don’t you think you need some discipline?” You asked, glaring down at him. It took almost half an hour just to get him on his knees, your patience was running thin. “No, I don’t.” He answered flatly, sitting there cross legged with a smug smirk. Can one even call this kneeling? He seems to be very comfortable.

Without noticing, you raised your voice a little, “that’s it, bend over, you definitely deserve punishment.” You patted your lap, feeling your brows twitch when he didn’t move a single inch. “What if I refuse?” The man replied, not even looking up at you. That’s it, you couldn’t deal with his bullshit today.

At first you weren’t even going to be this mean to him, but he really outdid himself this time with getting on your nerves. Which is why you simply sighed, picked up the nearest entertainment object within your reach, and began focusing on it. Ignoring him completely. No eye contact, no touching, and definitely no speaking. The shook that flashed his expression must have been priceless, what a shame that you couldn’t take a look at him.

For the next few minutes, he just waited, sneaking not-so-secretive peeks at you, wondering what was so interesting that you refused to acknowledge his presence. Then, the following minutes were spend sulking like an abandoned puppy. Lips pressed together into a pout, before he squeezed out through gritted teeth, “as if that thing’s more entertaining than me, what a joke.” Despite the comment, you didn’t even flinch, seemingly determined to see this to the end.

Another moment of awkward silence emerged, and he sighed, “this is a waste of time, do something already.” If you wait a little more from now on, that’s when he gets all desperate, all docile, if you may. Hands a breath too shy to truly touch you, lingering around your shin as he cursed under this breath. This was beneath him, to beg for scraps of your attention, but he was starting to feel all flustered!

Suddenly he shifted into a more fitting position, kneeling properly as he averted his gaze. “There, are you satisfied now? Tsk, such a tyrant.” Yet still no reaction, not even the slightest hint of interest. It took almost five minutes until he gave in, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes due to the humiliation. Cheeks flushing as he tried to shallow his shame, but to no avail. In the end, he couldn’t take this anymore and broke down piece by piece.

Starting by wrapping his arms around your leg, mumbling softly, “I’m sorry… okay? I’ll—” his Adam’s apple bobbed, showing his hesitation before he continued, “I’ll be good from now on… so look at me.” No response, nothing. “You are insufferable, urgh, why do I even bother?!” Look at that, another burst of anger, he must feel really pathetic right now, on the verge of begging for something that was never a problem until now.

Then, he began seeking your attention in earnest. Placing his head in your lap as he stared up at you with the most pitiful gaze ever, eyes glassy as they swelled with tears, cheeks an embarrassed red that deepened every time he realised how he was debasing himself for your amusement. All because you were neglecting him a little? He must have been more desperate than he realised. Now the tears he’s been holding back were dripping down his face in earnest, painting him in an even more pitiful light.

“Please.. I’m sorry, just- look at me. Don’t you- don’t you dare to ignore me when I’m already like this.” A silent sob as he tried to press himself closer to you, “I-I’ll be good.. really, I promise, don’t look away again, please…”

[altkys]

When the smut doesn’t hit the same because you’ve read it too many times 😔😔

Shoutout to sub genshin impact writers y’all are real ones

[queer-n-here]

Omg imagine Chuuya using his ability to ride you harder

Oh my fucking god, what writer's block?

This just blew me away for no reason at all, bro what?

Contents: Chuuya using his ability while riding you.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting, marking, riding, daddy kink.

Chuuya was far from satiated.

He had been riding you for a while now, back dripping sweat as he grinded down on your cock for the nth time, breath uneven and sped up, eyes filled with tears that had not yet fallen.

His naked body was moving in a way so slutty you had to grip his waist and leave marks on his skin to remind yourself that he was real, here, and not a dream.

His dishevelled hair stuck to his sweat-covered forehead, his lips chapped and bloody from your rough kisses and his own teeth. There were bite marks all over his neck, chest, torso; you hadn't left a single inch of his pale skin untouched.

You were sitting back against the headboard of your shared bed, Chuuya in your lap as he bounced wildly on your cock, loud ah-ah-ahs echoing around the room as sounds of skin slapping skin almost drowned them out. His fingers were gripping onto your shoulders for balance, gripping so hard you knew he'd drawn blood with his blunt nails without needing to look.

But it wasn't enough, wasn't enough, just WASN'T.

Chuuya suddenly glowed black, his trembling thighs outlined by the glow that seemed to come from every inch of his skin. You felt the weight on your thighs increase suddenly, and he sunk down so low on your dick that even your balls were embedded into him.

"Fuck, Chuuya," You gasped, fingers digging even deeper into his skin as he grinded down on your cock again, using his ability to take you even further.

"Ngh!" Finally, your tip hit that spot that you could find so easily in him.

Ecstatic, he did it again, hips eager and wanting, eyes finally dripping tears. He cried out as he sped up, his movements somehow even wilder, the only thoughts in his head ways on how to chase that pleasure.

"F-fuck yeah," Chuuya gasped, jaw loose. "Ah, feels so good, [Name]!"

You hardly had the breath in you to speak, what with him going to town on your cock like it was his last day on earth, clenching so hard around your cock you saw stars.

"Such a little slut, Chuuya," You managed to say somehow. "Using your ability like this, heh, who would have thought? You like it that much?"

And he nodded in response, eyes glazed over. "Daddy's little slut. Only yours."

Your eyes widened, and then you chuckled, pulling Chuuya close and letting him bury his head into the crook of your neck as he continued assaulting your cock. You knew full well he would rather admit to being short than repeat his words once he could think again, but the moment was raw, and so you decided to push him a little more.

"Daddy's slut, huh?" You murmured into his ears, your hips rising to meet his half-way through. "Such a good slut, taking all of my cock so well. You sure know how to please daddy, don't you, Chuuya?"

He nodded, arms wrapped around you so tight it was as if he was afraid you'd leave without cumming in him.

He was trembling all over now, and even with the assistance of his ability, his movements had gotten sloppier. You knew he was close, so you reached forwards, grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss.

When he came, ropes of come shooting out of his dick, he collapsed almost immediately against your chest, panting. You kept going, thrusting up into him for your own orgasm, and he let you.

Once you'd painted his walls white, you slowed down to a stop.

Chuuya refused to get off of you, so you let him lay on you, cock still buried deep into him, even though his ability had withdrawn.

A moment passed, and you let him catch his breath.

You planted chaste kisses all over his face, making him smile softly, eyes closed. There was a big mess where you two met that you knew you had to take care of, so you carried him to the bathtub. Even when you sat down in the water, holding Chuuya in your lap, he hadn't let you pull out of him.

For a while, there was a comfortable silence.

Then, "So... Daddy, huh?"

As you burst into laughter, Chuuya smacked your shoulder weakly, ears red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"Fuck off," He mumbled, burying his head deeper into your shoulder.

"On a more serious note, though," Your smirk faded into a soft smile, and you peeled him off of you just enough to look him in the face. "If you're into that just tell me, hmm? I don't mind."

Your voice was so quiet, and your expression so gentle that even Chuuya couldn't bring himself to deny it. Yes, he was into it. And yes, he was very, very embarrassed about it.

So he said nothing, choosing to return to the crook of your neck instead, and you let him. It was a silent conformation, the best you could get out of him.

[sigmaswaist]

poe who shamefully hugs you from behind and presses his hardness against you, not daring to speak a single word or look you in the eyes

poe who grinds on your thigh as you read, little whimpers and moans leaving his mouth, his breathing uneven

poe who rides your fingers when you finally pay attention to him, he does it so well but he’s begging you to take over for him

poe who lets out little ‘ah- ah- ah-‘ as you fuck him dumb, whining and crying when you slow down and edge him

poe who releases so hard and so loud he looses his voice, only mumbling little thank you’s and i love you’s as you clean him up

poe who would do it all again the next day

[dilucs-princess]

fucking Dazai in front of a mirror

Omg you're so big brained hehe 🤭🤭

Absolutely, grip his chin from behind and make him look at himself. "Look at how gorgeous you are, Osamu.. such a good boy for me, hm?" Listen to his adorable cries and sobs, trying to deny all the praise you give him. Just chuckle and kiss his neck lightly. "It's okay, keep looking at yourself, pretty thing.." Poor thing is already sobbing and moaning as soon as you start thrusting into him again, kissing the back of his neck. Slowly wrap your hand around his dick as his body jolts, a broken moan as he finally cums, but you couldn't bear to punish him. He looks so gorgeous as you make eye contact in the mirror hehe

[plaguechyld]

"You can do it, angel... There we go, so pretty all for me."

God those words ruined him every time you said them. His legs shook like a newborn fawn as you pumped your fingers in and out of his precious little pussy, occasionally spreading his wetness around.

"HNYAH-! [N-Name] please pl- MNGHHH!♡~ 's too MUCH!!" he cried over and over again, arching his back as you tended to him so sweetly. It was really too much, he's going to die! He swears on it! If you could just listen; oh god what are you doing now-

"[N-Name], [N-Name], [NAME]!~♡" he swore he could see stars once you started moving them faster, pressing right against that nice spot nestled deep inside him.

Slick dripped down his quivering thighs, pooling on the sheets below him as his hands scrambled to hold onto anything, anything at all.

"HNGAHHH!!!~♡" he fucking squeals when your fingers make him squirt, his release drenching his thighs and your hand. Oh the poor baby is shivering, eyes shut tight as his hands ball up into tight fists, gripping the sheets as if its the only thing keeping him alive.

"Pleashe- P-PleASEEE~" oh but you don't stop at his desperate little pleas, no. You keep going, thrusting your fingers deep into his little pussy as he wails and squirms, crying about how its just too much.

"Hush, baby. You got yourself here, this is your punishment." All he could do was sob and beg for your mercy.. But it didn't look you'd give in anytime soon... ♡

CHILDE, DR. RATIO, Dazai, Xiao, NIKOLAI, Neuvillette, Chuuya, Dottore, Pantalone, Kaveh, KAEYA, Muzan, Obanai, AVENTURINE, Zhongli, your favs...

[m1ndpalace]

i like it when you tell me what to do. —osamu dazai.

contains: dirty talk, playful!reader, mafia executive!dazai, if you think about it the positioning of furniture here is kinda weird, teasing, kinda dom reader maybe a switch, masochism (and sadism), gun play, unprotected sex, edge play

warning: unedited🤧

dazai's mischievous smirk greeted you as soon as your eyes met when he padded his thumb to your lips, raising your chin up.

playing with your bottom lip, you licked his thumb, slightly biting it to fully suck it. "ah, belladonna, i like this shade on you, i cannot wait to smear it off you."

you were then pulled to face your reflection as he kept your arms behind you, pulling bandages to restrain you. you tugged playfully as his grip tightens around your wrist.

trailing the tip of his nose on the side of your face, you meet his gaze and lowly chuckle at his dalliance. "you're losing your touch osamu," freeing yourself from the knot of his bandages, you roughly cup his jaw, dragging his face onto your height.

"you're not as fast as you were," you whisper as you lead a hot path to his ear.

with one swift motion of turning you and pushing you to his desk, you suddenly find yourself bending over—with his arm weighting your back, keeping you from standing.

"that's where you're wrong belladonna," his teeth grazing at your jaw, the barrel of his gun trailing up and down your leg to your thigh. "mhm?" you mindlessly hummed, your tone teasing. "i stay the same, if not better."

"as you do," he chuckled, his fingers making their way to your soaking folds. "my hands easily turn you into this wet mess, like the whore you are."

"and you easily get hard because of my dainty fingers," you smirked, stroking his hard length through his tight pants. "are you trying to out-whore me, osamu? hmm?"

while he enjoyed pressing his hard-on on your behind, you took advantage of breaking free off his hold and facing him, your back now at the table.

taking his semi-soaked gun, you licked your juices off the tip of the barrel and teasingly trailed it to the tight part of his slacks. up and down the barrel went, tracing the outline of his hardness.

dazai's mischievous smirk and occasional moans clouded your thoughts yet followed what his eyes wanted. "i like it when you do things to me, bella," he moaned. you notice a growing damp spot on the tight spot.

"like this?" you chuckled, tenderly pulling him into a kiss, slowly biting his lower lip until it bled, all the while cocking his gun and drawing a trail up and down his neck and torso.

"mhm," he whispered onto your teeth, saliva and blood mixing."

after a few more mindless patterns, you settled the tip of his barrel on his chest, directly above his heart.

his eyes glimmered with the same excitement whenever he faced danger. you pulled the trigger but none came. you continued dancing with his tongue, ravaging each other's mouths.

strings of saliva stretched from your mouths as soon as you gasped for air. laughing with your partner.

dazai grabbed at your hand, placing it onto his tight pants. he leaned on your neck only to beg and to bite for a few licks.

"tell me what to do with this, i like it when you tell me what to do."

as he let go of your settled hand, you feel the cold barrel traversing your back, following the trail of your spine.

as if a damsel in distress, you dramatically sighed and slightly opened your legs. "do the work for me osamu."

"but that's no fun," he gritted out, turning to you for him to face your behind. his feet pusing your legs on both sides to make room as he unbuckled his belt.

"do you love it when i fuck you from behind?" he whispered dramatically, his gun trailing your side.

"do you like being allowed to fuck me at all, osamu?" you replied with your usual seductive tone, your nails playing with his chin and your thumb padding his bloodied lower lip.

"would you rather like being fucked from behind," you teased, now gripping his dripping cock.

"i would love to, ah—," he moaned as he hungrily claimed your mouth as you pumped.

as if on cue, his gun stopped on the side of your head. without any second thought, he pulled the trigger, but none came.

"just like that, ah, yes—" with his head mindlessly drawn back, his face drunk on pleasure, you slowly intensified your strokes as you pushed his back to his desk where he found his knuckles tightly gripping its edges.

"mhm, ah, bella, you do me so good."

pornographic moans reverbated in the room as both of you panted, restlessly trailing each other's hands, fighting for dominance before the other takes over.

after successfully pinning your back to the same position on his desk, he teasingly rubs his hard dick on your now exposed ass, slowly drawing mindless lines up and down your behind and inner wet folds.

you grind on his hardness, smirking mischievously after his huffs of groans. with both your bodies sticky from sweat and pleasure, you couldn't help but moan with him as he went in.

the chorus of both your low and seductive chuckles filled the air. "ah bella, you make me believe in heaven when we're like this."

with dazai thrusting in and out of you like a maniac it was only natural that he lost his focus on your restraints. you were able to twist your body to face him, delaying his near nirvana.

he grinned like a maniac as you gripped on his exposed hard on. "kneel," you commanded through your teeth.

it took a swift second before you sat yourself on his desk, opening your exposed wetness. "osamu, you're forgetting something," you opened your legs wider.

his lips slowly climbed from the tip of your toe to your inner thighs. he sighed, taking in the warmth. he slowly lapped on your folds. when he gets a little too excited, you grip on his hair to withdraw him from you.

"ah, bella you must be a goddess to turn my pains into this pleasure," he moans.

[fanon-canon-idfk]

(This story takes place through the dark era, Dazai’s time in hiding, and ADA)

Genre: angst to fluff

Dazai Osamu x Male Reader

Dazai was your boyfriend in the simplest terms. He loved you with all he could, even when his abilities to express so were lacking.

You could tell when he was expressing his love, you had gotten used to how your lover worked and accepted him in full.

As your superior, he would always send you on less risky missions if he had a choice. If he didn’t, he would assign you a whole team of strong and intelligent mafia members.

He loved you more than anything, and you loved him just as much.

You were his rock, his protector, and his weak spot.

Of course at this time, the Great Demon Prodigy wasn’t exactly crying in your arms, but you were who he could lay against on every hard day when his mind was particularly persistent.

Then tragedy truly struck.

One of yours and Osamu’s close friends, Odasaku, had not only passed away, but Dazai himself disappeared without a word.

The love of your life,

The boy you relied on,

The boy you kept warm in his shipping container,

Your boyfriend,

He left without a single word. Not even a goodbye.

To say you were hurt would be beyond an understatement. You were broken.

You gave so much of your life, your soul, your heart, all to this singular boy and he didn’t even say goodbye or tell you where he was?!

You also got home that night to a smashed phone and all remnants of data carrying his phone number or messages, etc!

To make matters worse, Mori didn’t let you have a single day off. Constantly interrogating you, having people watch you, all to guarantee you had no knowledge on Dazai.

It took several months, but finally the entirety of the mafia was off your ass.

You were burnt out, barely walking your way home after you were let off your shift and allowed a day off (credit to Chuuya convincing Mori for you).

You finally reached your apartment. After locking your door, you staggered straight to your bedroom and plopped right onto your bed. You passed out immediately.

You woke up at around 2 AM to the sound of shuffling in your bedroom. Originally having passed it off as nothing, you didn’t bother to open your eyes as you let yourself drift back to sleep.

Then you felt a presence pressing down on your mattress right in front of you. Right as you felt their arm snake around your shoulder you shot up, smacking their arm away and ready to defend yourself.

As you grabbed the blade in your pocket and opened your eyes however, you were met with sight and sound of a familiar presence.

“M/N! Wait, wait! Hey, hey, relax, it’s me! It’s just me..” Dazai reassured you. That’s right. Dazai.

Technically-but-not-really-because-there-was-no-breakup ex boyfriend, Dazai.

Dazai, who left you behind.

Honestly, you weren’t too sure if learning it was him made you want to stab him any less.

After a while of tense silence, Dazai suddenly grabbed the sides of your face, attempting to pull you in for a desperate kiss.

Right as your lips were about to touch one another’s, you pushed him back from you, making him have to quickly catch himself before he fell right off the bed.

“What the hell are you doing here?! Do you have any clue what they’ll do to you if they find you here? What they’ll do to me?!” You shouted.

“I’ve missed you..” he looked at you pitifully, a smile still being forced onto his face. Dazai attempted to get closer to you again, but stopped himself when you held a hand out as a signal to stay where he is.

You placed the blade in your hand down on your bed, getting up and facing away from him. You scattered through your brain as you ran your hands through your hair in frustration.

He didn’t say a word, just silently watching you pace around your room.

You took a deep breath, settling your anger and hurt for a moment.

“So.. you’re not wearing your face bandages anymore.. or?” You asked casually, without turning around. You still couldn’t bare to look at him right now.

He didn’t answer your question, but chuckled at your casual talk. He felt a light warmth in his chest, happy to finally have someone treat him the same as always.

“You can stay in my room tonight..” his eyes lit up, “I’ll be on the couch..” and then his heart sank.

“What..?” He questioned weakly. “You’re here for a place to sleep, right? That much you’ll get from me.. but I- I can’t sleep here.” You explained, beginning to walk out of the room.

He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t lose you again. He couldn’t stand being alone anymore.

He acted purely on emotion, leaping off the bed and gripping your torso like a vice.

“What the-?” You were cut off,

“Please.. I don’t want to be alone anymore.. I promise, I’ll explain everything… please.. I’m sorry, M/N..” He begged you, his hold on you never faltering.

You finally looked down at him. He was crumbled to his knees, gripping onto your dress shirt like you would disappear any second, forehead pressed against your back.

God, everything about this sight pained you beyond belief.

You couldn’t stand to see him like this, even after everything.

So you kneeled down to his level, scooped him up in your arms, and brought him back to your bed, sitting beside him.

Just as he promised, he explained everything. What happened to Odasaku, why he had to leave, why he had to cut you off. Everything.

By the end of it all, you were back where you both were used to being; him with his head in your chest, your arms wrapped around his body, the both of you together.

You fell asleep together, just like before. You were finally at peace, and so was he.

In the morning, you woke up alone. You almost thought you dreamed it all, that was until you saw a napkin with writing on it.

On it was Dazai’s handwriting, and it said:

“M/N, please wait for me. I promise, I’ll be back and we’ll be together again. Right now, I need to stay in hiding, and most importantly, keep you out of it. I’ll find you.

I love you.

Love, yours truly.

PS: I had your last frozen waffle, sorry. <3”

Despite the ache returning to your heart, you chuckled.

You’d miss him like hell, and he’d definitely have to make it up to you, but you knew he’d return to you.

So you waited.

4 years later, he turned up on your doorstep.

A 4 year recap and some serious apologizing later, and Dazai was back where he was before. He was in your arms again.

After you two got back to where you left off, you were introduced to the new people in his life.

You were happy for Osamu; he’d finally found a community that accepted him and cared for him. He wasn’t isolated anymore.

After the dust finally settled between the mafia and the agency, you didn’t hesitate to slip a ring on that pretty little finger of his.

Osamu was now your beautiful husband, and you both couldn’t be happier.

After all, with that ring on his finger, nothing but death could part you again.

[evil-lovergirl]

req. by melxiqz on wattpad .  .  . can i get a uh... dazai x gn reader reader....nsfw...reader has spine... tattoo..

!    short nsfw drabble . . . dazai osamu . . . >> includes thigh-fucking [char. giving], begging [char. giving], hickeys [char. giving], dazai is very touch-starved, he really likes your tattoo, like he licks it and shit, he's just a wet cat </3, reader sleeps shirtless and pantless (still wearing shorts/boxers),n dazai is sleeping nude, lowercase intended >> sorry thigh-fucking was literally the only way i could think of where he sees your tattoo. also "laurel" refers to the poisonous laurel flower. i was a little tired of dazai calling reader belladonna every story and the laurel flower is really pretty

"it's late, 'samu." he hears you attempt to reason with him as he presses his chest against your back, his slender hands already pressing against your chest.

"pleasee? jus' for a little bit, jus' tonight.." he whines as he presses his bulge against your legs, dick already hard and weeping pathetically as he pressed his cheek against your back.

"just for tonight," you relent eventually, knowing that you'd both do this another night again anyway. he lets out a happy sound before one of his hands fall from your chest and down to your thigh as he carefully slips his cock between your thighs, letting out a quiet huff as he slowly begins to move. 

he keeps his eyes shut for a moment before he looks at the back of your head, then his gaze traces down to your tattoo. his eyes traces each inch of the ink-stained skin on your back, hand on your thigh tightening as he speed his thrusts up a bit more.

 his mouth lets out another moan or two before he latched onto your shoulder blade with it, teeth gently pressing against your skin before your hand moved to gently swat him off. "don't do that. i can't hear you, then."

he huffs as he lets go before a whine interrupts him, your hand having retreated and gently prodded at his tip between your thighs with each of his thrusts. his fingers are basically clawing at you, even though his nails were much too short and blunt to reach your skin, anyway. he pants, tounge lolling out like a dog before he glanced back at the tattoo.

deciding that, in his fuzzy mind, licking your inked skin was the second best thing he could do if he couldn't suck, he dragged his tounge across your tattoo with whines escaping hing him as his thrusts between your thighs grew faster yet sloppier, mewling whenever the palm of your hand met the sensitive tip of his dick.

"i love you, i lov-e y-youu, soo muc-- ah, ah..!- so much," he whines out, repeating the words like a broken record on repeat, nearing his climax as his fingers dragged across your chest pathetically and his hand tightened and shook against your thigh, leaving behind red marks in their wake.

"i love you too, osamu. won't you cum for me?" and that's what sends him over the edge, loud mix of a mewl and a moan escaping him as he came all over your thighs and the bedsheets, head buried in your back.

"looks like you had fun," you mused as your hand moved away from his spent tip before gently intertwining with his hand on your chest still, but now much weaker.

"i love you, my laurel," he mumbled softly, chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily before kissing your back rather gently.

"i love you too, 'samu. go to sleep, unless you wanna clean up now?"

"noooo..."

[missy-0-piink]

So finally, here’s the nsfw Twitter links for bsd

Be warned

Mori ougai

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6, Link 7, Link 8, Link 9, Link 10

Nikolai Gogol

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6, Link 7, Link 8

Paul verlaine

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5

Dazai Osamu

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6

Ivan goncharov

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4, Link 5, Link 6

Ace

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3, Link 4

Chuuya nakahara

Link 1

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Husband Atsushi HCs

Husband!Atsushi whom you married at a young age. You may be a younger couple, but you don't regret this decision at all. You knew, even from your very first kiss that Atsushi was perfect for you.

Husband!Atsushi who cries at every step of your marriage. He cries when you propose, throughout the whole wedding planning process, and bawls his eyes out on that special day.

Husband!Atsushi who smiles and gets a little misty-eyed whenever he looks down at his wedding band. The ever-present reminder that he's loved beyond measure.

Husband!Atsushi who's the biggest, most adorable cuddle bug! He loves snuggling up while you're watching a movie together, or when you're winding down on your days off. Any excuse to scoot closer and have you drape your arm around his shoulder is taken.

Husband!Atsushi who holds your hand while you two sleep. He likes feeling your touch as he drifts off to dreamland. Atsushi finds it really cute how you say that you can feel him holding your hand even when you're sleeping.

Husband!Atsushi who (would never admit to this, but) loves when you tie him up. You'll bind his wrists with his own tie, then have your way with him, usually reducing your beautiful husband to a flustered and writhing mess.

Husband!Atsushi who almost can't handle receiving oral — having your mouth down there, kissing and licking and sucking on everything sensitive? It's just too much!

Husband!Atsushi who whimpers when you're rimming his little hole. But he does find it hot how shameless you are about it~

Husband!Atsushi whose favorite position is in your lap, whether he's facing away or towards you. Hugging him close and chanting “I love you, I love you, I love you–” while you buck your hips into him? *Chef's kiss*

Husband!Atsushi who clings to you during aftercare. You softly kiss his belly, and his hand is in your hair the entire time. After he's recovered enough to have a clear head, he checks in on you too, making sure that you have everything you need to feel comfortable.

Husband!Atsushi who peacefully falls asleep with you by his side — satisfied from your love making, and snoring when the exhaustion hits.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Head empty, only thinking about my fav’s creaming on my fingers.

It was such a nice way to get him all horny and messy for you in public, without too many risks. All you had to do was sneak your hand past his waistband, down that soft ass and inside his underwear. Next thing on the list was to tease that pretty boy and watch him stutter during an important conversation. His nails dug into his palms, face heating up as he fake coughs, trying to cover up his gasps as he excuses himself. Glaring at you but not slapping your hand away~

Or in some random bathroom stall! Make him bend over with his hands on the door as you fuck him on your fingers, purring at him to stay quiet if he doesn’t want to get caught. Calling him a dirty pervert when he fails and moans out loud. You say that, but you are obviously the one who wants to get exposed! Just to see him cry out of humiliation… even so he can’t stop begging for more while pushing his hips back ♥︎

Though it wasn’t only fun in public. It was also a spectacle when he’d straddle your lap, arms wrapped around your neck in a deadly grip. Those kiss-swollen lips right next to your ear while he whimpered for you to fuck him harder, to please put it in. Teary eyes with a dazed look as you made him cum the third time that day with only your fingers. Mocking him for being such a needy whore, creaming all~ over himself like some virgin. How much longer were you going to overstimulate him?

Maybe if you are feeling extra mean, you’d make him finger himself on your shared bed. Sitting in front of him and watching as you gave him commandos. Telling him to spread his legs more, to push another finger inside, or to beg more lewdly. At first he was so shy, so hesitant to show you all these embarrassing parts. Yet after some time he couldn’t think of anything else but the heat in his core, the need to be filled and fucked until he forgets his name ♡♡～

Wet squelching sounds echoing through the room as his whined out prayers reached your ears, hearts in his pupils and fingers knuckles deep inside his abused hole. He felt so tired, his eyelids so heavy, as if he was on the verge of passing out. A melting expressing plastering his blushing face, with glossy eyes and shiny tears. His body was trashing around, squirming and shaking with pure desire. And that useless dick was squirting with his precum. At the same time, he was begging you with such a sweet and debased voice. Pleading for your dick, and for you to absolutely wreck his insides.

“Please, plea~se..! Hnnghhh, I need you so bad, so- ahh♥︎ so fucking bad…! Ngh, f-fuck me, ruin me ♡♥︎♡”

Your favourites~

[queer-n-here]

What if what if-

Yandere bsd characters x Male reader who is also a yandere??

Yandere Dazai touching himself knowing he's not alone because reader is watching him?

Yandere Chuuya thinking he'll be top once he's with male reader (reader can kidnap chuuya, or Chuuya kidnapped reader) but was proved wrong.

Yandere Jouno being sadistic but male reader is also a sadistic.

Ohohohohokayyyy

I'll be honest with you and admit I couldn't envision the Jouno part of this ask for some reason... If you really want that one, can you please send in another req specifying a bit more?

Anyways, hope you like the other two!

Contents: Yandere!bsd x Yandere!reader headcannons

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, masturbation, kidnapping.

Osamu Dazai

Fuck, you were obsessed with him.

And fuck, he was obsessed, too.

You'd been tailing him for a while, and being as smart as Dazai was, obviously he knew. You never even made special attempts to hide it.

Today, as you return back to your usual stalker routine, watching Dazai from your usual spot, you notice one thing stranger in his body language.

He's lying on his bed as usual, but around this time he's supposed to be snoring like a pig, not rubbing his thighs together, hands gripping the sheets beneath him, eyes half-lidded.

You swallow unknowingly, a sudden thirst blossoming in your mind, along with the urge to the just dive into his room and fuck him senseless.

Dazai pants slightly, slipping off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants at a pace so slow you wish you could egg him on. Sweat lines your forehead as you watch him half-strip, and then lay back down right where you can get the best view.

Fuck, you think to yourself, Dazai knows his advantage.

He reaches down, slowly, caressing his thighs, his own torso, and even if it's his body being caressed, you feel yourself being the one getting teased here.

You grit your teeth, willing Dazai to give you the show you wanted with every pore of your existence.

And after enough dilly-dallying to make you crazier than you are already, he does, slipping his hand between his legs to take hold of his dick and pulling it out. He starts stroking slowly, the foreskin moving with his hands, his breath hitching at the pleasure.

You feel your own pants grow tight, your cock struggling against the fabric as you stare, mesmerized and hypnotized, at the man on the bed.

Dazai jerks himself off, his hand moving faster by the second, his other one clenching the bed sheets beneath him so tight his knuckles turn white. He throws his head back, baring his neck, and moans wantonly, arching his back.

It's almost like he thrusts his chest up when he does this, almost like he knows about your obsession of his body, your constant desire to worship it with your own two hands and cock and mouth.

Knowing Dazai, he probably does.

He whimpers, the mere sound enough to send a jolt of warmth straight to your crotch, your brain scrambling to wonder how many other godly sounds he can make.

And when he finishes that night, collapsing back on the bed, chest heaving with each breath as cum splatters onto the bedsheets and his pants, you wish you could follow, wish you could somehow get release from your throbbing cock, but you know that the only thing that will come to your aid is your own hand.

Dazai, breathing hard on his bed and half-smirking in satisfaction, knows that too.

Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya miscalculated. And you, squinting open your eyes with your hands tied up behind your back, couldn't help but want to laugh at it.

He was standing right in front of you, long hair tied up behind his pretty head and arms crossed in front of his chest, smirking slightly as he realized you were coming to.

You half-wanted to give him what you knew he wanted, to look up at him with big surprised eyes and ask him how you'd gotten there, what that place was, what Chuuya was planning, blah, blah.

But as you looked up at him, your brain still slow because of the tranquilizer, you couldn't help the smirk that slipped across your face.

Finally.

Chuuya doesn't know what he's gotten himself to.

An hour later, he realizes half-heartedly what was going.

You are buried in him, balls deep. And he's totally in love with that feeling.

Even with fat tears rolling down his face because he's so stuffed full he almost can't breathe, Chuuya pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and burying his wet face into the crook of your neck, thighs shaking and ass jiggling as you continue your onslaught on his asshole.

Your cock pounding in and out of him so perfectly, rearranging his insides to it's own shape, making him lose control of his moans and cries. Oof, he loves every second of it.

He can't fathom why he thought he'd be the one fucking you, obviously not. He was meant for this, meant to be fucked senseless with his wrists pinned down on either side of his head, meant to have chest kissed and bruised through by your lips.

Fuck, it might not be anything like how he'd imagined his first time with you, but it'd be a lie to say he didn't love this.

[makimew]

dazai + orgasm denial

cw: nsfw (MDNI) gn!dom!reader, sub!dazai, praise, petnames, crying

“mmngh… hic- y’so mean to me…- please…- hic… so mean…” dazai mumbled, tears running down his puffy cheeks when he sobbed. “wanna cum…- hic…-” he looked like he was about to fall apart if you didn’t let him climax. “not yet, darling. you can take it..” you cooed, kissing his cheek. his cock was just as much of a mess as he was, dripping precum from his pretty tip and twitching every time your hand went up and down on it. he whined something incoherent, back curving into an arch of pleasure. you squished his cheeks and rubbed his sensitive tip with your thumb, earning a pitchy moan from him. “mean.” he repeated. dazai pouted and gave you puppy eyes, but that only made you want to ruin him more. he just stared up at you with his glassy eyes, trying to make them as wide and pathetic as possible to guilt you into letting him cum. his efforts were useless, and you shook your head, before kissing him on the cheek again. “shh… baby….not yet… shh…” you hushed. dazai wailed at your words, tears were now streaming down his pretty face, and his legs were shaking profusely. “ask nicely for it, osamu.” his pout grew and his cock throbbed in your hand. “please… hic-…wanna cum s’bad… pl- hic- let me cum…” he mumbled, weakly trying to buck his hips up into your hand. “good boy… go on, baby.. cum for me...” dazai didn’t have to be told twice, and immediately released after you spoke. warm sticky ropes of cum oozed from his aching cock, coating his heaving stomach. he was panting, lightheaded, and dizzy. “hic…mgh…” his eyelids fluttered, but didn’t close all the way. he was happy, but not completely content yet. “wan’ another… please…”

[axxa-the-allikatt]

After a long. Long. Long. Loooongggg hibernation cycle, I'm finally out from under the rock. I'm so happy I can write again. It’s a bit shorter than my usual fics but I'm getting there 🥹✨

Here's a t4t fic. I had a request for one and the anon had said the prompt could be something like the reader bullying the character in bed because he was flirting with someone else. I tried for it but the only kind of interactions I can write are either soft, sweet worshipping or fresh-outta-the-white-padded-room silliness. I cannot for the life of me be mean to my favourite characters. I'm just a must a marshmallow hearted girl 😔🎀.

Anyways, enjoy~

———

It had been a few months since he’d come out to you as trans. You’d known at some point that he was, you having come out much earlier than him, but you didn’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position, let alone make him confused about himself.

In the weeks that followed, there had been a lot of working things out. You had to assure him multiple times that you wouldn’t stop feeling the way you did towards him, just because you two were of the same gender now. Then there was also the idea of getting surgery.

He’d discussed about it with you for days, and especially self-conscious nights, where you’d assure him that you’d help him through the entire process, or still help him love himself if he chose not to.

In the end, three weeks later, you had held his hand the entire car ride to the hospital, comforted him when he had a slight breakdown in the washroom before the surgery, and when he returned home, you held him close in your arms through the entire night, pressing feathery kisses into his hair, whispering sweet nothings until he stopped overthinking and fell asleep.

You would never complain about any of this. The late nights where he’d have fitful sleep, the breakdowns in front of the fridge while getting something to drink as he sees his reflection, the thought of what everyone would think of him. None of these seemed troubling to you in the least.

The biggest and almost only problem you faced?… He was reluctant to have sex. You, in absolutely no way, blamed him for this. If anything, you would go abstinent for him for the entire year or two, if time was what he needed. Well, you would try. But really, seeing him finally be comfortable enough to go around the house shirtless, the feeling of his scars under your fingertips, the way he melted into you when you assured him of your devotion to him?

Yea, you wished there was Sunday mass everyday of the week because god was probably the only one who was holy enough to get these thoughts out of your head.

So, after a few months of his coming out, when he carefully placed himself on your lap, as he usually did when he was feeling self-conscious, you had wrapped your arms around him, his back to your chest, as you pressed kisses into his neck.

You had blanked out for several seconds when he’d softly asked you if you could fuck him in front of a mirror, because he wanted to see what you see.

You were all but torn between being a sweet, loving, sane boyfriend, who would gently helping him through this crisis, and being a crazy, abstinent for wayyy too long, not so sane boyfriend, who could possibly wreck him until he no longer had these thoughts. Big, existential crisis sigh.

You were a good person. Yes. You went with option number one. Looks like god was in your boyfriend’s favour today. Not that you had any complaints, he was bigger priority than the painful hard on in your pants. Big, existential crisis sigh.

———

You had him on your lap again, his thighs spread, back to your chest.

The room was quiet except for the sound of deep breaths.

Your hands were everywhere. Tracing over his scars, squeezing his hips, kneading his thighs. His head was tipped back on your shoulder, his breathing steady against your ears.

You sat on your bed, directly in front of a mirror, which you’d placed there weeks ago, using it to show him how beautiful he was, when he’d wake up some nights, teary and disgusted of himself, and would curl up in your arms for reassurance.

Now it served the same purpose, except things were getting more heated.

But for the past few minutes that you’d been holding him, and even now, as your finger brushed close to where he wanted it, he refused to look in the mirror, choosing to look up instead, or screw his eyes shut. You sighed softly. It’s alright, he could take his sweet time. You had all night, after all.

Your fingers pressed between his legs, eliciting a hitched gasp from him. He was squirming in your lap, thighs trying close, soft moans and whines slipping from him every time your fingers brushed against his t-dick.

Minutes later, when he began bucking his hips, whining for a little bit more, you gently eased a finger into his leaking hole, biting your cheek in frustration at how warm and wet it was, and the soft noises he rewarded you with.

You were all but praying to god to save that last thread of self-restraint you had left. Gladly accepting his request for more, you pushed another finger inside, knuckles deep, stretching him open for something more, although you doubted it would be for tonight. Hmm.

When you pressed a third finger, he began showing signs of reaching his climax. Still he hadn’t looked in the mirror. You used your other hand to gently cup his face. “Look at yourself, darling” you whispered. A pause, then he shook his head. “I’m scared.”

You pressed shooting kisses into his neck, thumb caressing his cheek. “I know you’re scared, love. But, what I’m seeing right now, it’s far from scary or disturbing.” Your hand trailed down to his chest, fingers ghosting over the scars. He eyes slowly trailed towards the mirror, flinching as he looked into his own eyes.

“You don’t need to be perfect. You don’t need to look like something made to be set in stone at museums… But this body? It’s not a mistake. It’s not something you need to hide.” His hands clutched at your arms, his teeth breaking the skin of his lips as his eyes met yours in the mirror. Broken sobs escaped his lips as he looked, really looked at himself through the mirror.

“You look beautiful like this. So good for me.” His teary eyes trailed your free hand as it trailed over his body, from his shoulders to his scars, over the thick of his hips around his thighs. You could feel his inside clench around your fingers, signalling that he was close.

“You aren’t perfect, love… but you’re mine, and all I see is someone who deserves to be worshiped for the rest of their life.”

He unravelled beautifully, head thrown back against your shoulder, body twitching in your arms as his thighs snapped shut, his come dripping onto your palm and into the sheets. But he was still focused on the mirror, looking at himself through his wet eyelashes as he came undone. And for once, he saw what you’ve been seeing. A tired, but satisfied smile graced his lips as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder.

———

You only left his side for a minute, quickly grabbing warm water and soft towels, along with his night shirt. Minutes passed in silence as you placed him back on your lap, gently cleaning him and helping him into his shirt.

After some 10 minutes had passed, he finally spoke up. “I love you. So much” he mumbled against your ear. You smiled softly. “Hmm. I love you too, darling. And I’ll help you love yourself as much as I do.”

Another beat of silence. “You know I feel that thing poking me, right?”

“Mhm.”

“…”

“…”

“You want to fuck me again don’t you, you insatiable pervert?”

“Mhm.”

“…One round. Only one round. And be gentle, I just- AAHH!”

He let out a startled yelp as you threw him on the bed, already half undressed, as you dived in head first like a thirsty man who’s been stranded in the desert for months.

“I JUST CAME, YOU LUNATIC!! SLOW DOWN- hngh- haahhH~ ❤︎”

———

Melodramatic sigh. Gimme a pretty boyfriend 😔.

Well, I’m going back under the rock. I’ll see you guys in a week or two. Tata~