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HOLE IN THE WALL! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...as an overworked and stressed employee, you find relief in giving blowjobs to complete strangers at an adult store

INFO...nanami x fem!reader, oral (m!receiving), jerking off, nipple play, tit job, pussy job, cum eating, praise, a little twist at the end, not proofread (as usual)

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

had to repost this bc tumblr took it down for whatever reason even though I have things more explicit than this on my other blog lmao

Working at an office where you were constantly hassled for your deadlines always put a lot of unwanted stress on your shoulders. Higher ups yapping in your ear about something you’ve been told one hundred times before and your fingers are typing as fast as they can on the computer. It was a complete and utter shit show, a waste of your precious time. But you have one little secret no one knows about, you volunteer at a glory hole every now and then when you feel too worked up.

After a long week of staring at a computer screen and boring meetings, you walking to the adult store, greeting the worker who already knew what you were there for. All you needed to relax was to watch random strangers cum from your touch. Believe it or not, it brought you joy hearing their moans on the other side of the thin wall. Maybe you chose the wrong profession.

As you entered the room, you let out a sigh, locking the door behind you. You slipped your coat off, and placed your bag down on the chair. Despite what others might think, the room was always clean. It wasn’t a random glory hole you’d find in a public bathroom or a shack in the middle of the woods. You unbuttoned your shirt, letting your tits breathe as you finally were able to relax and wait for the first person to come in.

You perked up at the sound of the door to the other room opening and closing shut. He let out a loud sigh, the sound of his pants being unbuckled making you excited. “Just make me cum, I’ve had a long fucking day,” he grunted. You looked down at the hole, the man placing his semi hard cock through it.

“You and me both, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good.” Your hand glided up and down his shaft, slowly stroking him, feeling him grow harder in your hand. You stared at his cock with a smile, his swollen tip flushed a dark pink, prominent veins running on the underside of it. Whoever this man was, he sure had a pretty cock. “You’re so big,” you giggle. Your hand barely able to fully wrap around.

Delicate fingers traced the prominent veins, teasing the underside of his dick before your thumb rubbed over his swollen tip. You felt him throb in your hand, a bead of pre cum forming at his tip, a smile tugging at your lips. The stranger was fully hard, dick long and pretty. You continued rubbing your thumb over his tip, sticking out your tongue to give him kitten licks, tasting his pre cum. You heard the man shudder, a breathy gasp leaving his throat. “Oh, you’re so sensitive!” You gasped, now slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft, moving from base to tip.

You moaned in satisfaction, lip tucked between your teeth as you jerked the stranger off, your free hand cupping your tits as you started to feel turned on by the sight in front of you. “Oh, fuck,” he let out breathy moan. More pre cum began leaking from his tip, allowing you to use it as lubricant to jerk him off easier. Your wrist moved in circular motions, squeezing gently the closer your got towards his sensitive head. “Shit, sweetheart! You really know what you’re doing, huh?” A moan could be heard from the other side of the wall.

Your hand pumped him faster, squeezing tighter around his shaft. “You better not cum yet!” You smiled as if he could see you, but you were taking joy in hearing him in pleasure. Opening your mouth, you stuck out your tongue and took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while simultaneously moving your hand. You pinched your nipple, moaning around his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Oh, baby, your tongue feels so good! Let me feel that throat,” he whimpered, bucking his hips against the wall, trying so desperately to fuck your face. You removed your hand from around his cock, allowing him to fuck your face. Glug, glug, glug. “There we fucking go, atta girl!” He moaned loudly. As you sat there and let him use your throat, you couldn’t help but think at how familiar the man sounded, though you couldn’t remember from where. But it was the least of you worries, you were only thinking about making him cum.

You pulled your head away, trying to catch your breath as drool coated your chin. You lazily smiled to yourself, wrapping your hand around his shaft again and slowly jerked him off. You positioned yourself to where your tits were close to his dick, rubbing his tip over your hard nipples. “Mmm, feels so good.” Your brows furrow in pleasure.

“Keep doing whatever you’re doing, sweetheart. God, I wish I could see your pretty face right now,” he grunted. You smiled at his words, continuing you give him a tit job before spitting on his cock again. You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, taking him in your mouth slowly, allowing him to stretch your throat. You gagged on it, tears forming in your eyes before clenching them shut. Mascara ran down your cheeks as you began moving your head up and down, more spit coating his cock and falling on your chest. Your hands messily spread the spit over your tits, teasing your sensitive nipples. “Wanna cum all over your face—mmm, fuck me!” He groaned.

You pulled away again, taking a deep breath. You grinned when his cock twitched, a small giggle erupting from your chest. “You’re so close to cumming! I love it. Do I make you feel good, huh?” You cooed, dragging your fingers over his head. His cock looked even prettier dripping with your saliva.

“Can I feel your pussy? Please, sweetheart? I need it so bad,” he begged. You sat there on your knees, processing the words he said. You usually never let anyone fuck you at these glory holes, but you could think of the next best thing.

“How about a pussy job? Would you like that, baby?” You questioned, waiting for his answer while you slipped your soaked panties off. You dipped your fingers in between your folds, letting out a small gasp from how wet you were. “You got me so wet.” You slapped your pussy a few times, a lewd wet sound filling the room. “Hear that?”

“Goddamn you.” His cock twitched just from hearing how wet you were. “Let me feel her, please—fuckkk me,” he breathily said once he felt your hand grip his cock and rub his tip over your sopping slit.

You were bet over, using the chair as support while the other reached over and guided his cock along your pussy, his head rubbing between your folds and nudging your puffy clit. Your jaw went slack, eyes fluttering shut. Moans could be heard on either side of the wall. He desperately wanted to shove himself inside your gummy walls and fuck you until you passed out. “Cum all over my pussy, I know you want to.”

“Fuck, fuck, shit,” he grunted. “I’m cumming! Oh, sweetheart I’m fucking cumming!” Not even seconds after saying those words, you felt hot spurts coat your pussy, the man moaning and you continued to rub his cock all over your sloppy pussy.

“Yes!” You laughed, gasping from how he was still going. “Oh my goodness!” You felt him twitch one last time in your hand before you pulled away, sitting on the chair and spreading your legs to see at the mess he created. Curiosity got the better of you as you dipped your fingers in, scooping some of his cum and licking it clean off. “Mmmm, you taste so good!” He let out a breathy chuckle.

“Thank you for that, baby.” He pulled away from the glory hole, cock disappearing. You heard him put his pants back on. “Can I ask you a question?”

You kneeled back down towards the glory hole. “Yes, what is it?”

“Will you allow me to see who you are?” He sounded like he was nervous to ask the question.

“There’s no fun in a glory hole if you know who the person is,” you replied in a playful tone.

You heard the man let out a small laugh before sighing. “I guess you’re right. Until next time then.”

“Until next time.” You smiled to yourself. One thought sat in the back of your mind, though. Why did this man sound so familiar to you? It was a forbidden glory hole ‘rule’, but you couldn’t help yourself from peeking through the hole in hopes to catch a glimpse of the man on the other side. You noticed a familiar watch on his right hand, his figure coming more into view when he walked towards the door. An audible gasp escaped your lips when you saw the blonde hair. It was none other than Nanami Kento, your co-worker who you regularly greet at the office, the man who sits in the cubicle right next to you.

[baizhoobies]

Giving BSD boys a blowjob for the first time

ft. dazai, kunikida

warnings: blowjobs (surprise!) MDNI

a/n: kinda wrote these in mind thinking it was also giving them a handjob for the first time so I guess that's double the fun!

Dazai Osamu ♡

Your eyes looked up to find Dazai's face, searching for a sign of approval. In response, Dazai let out a validating, soft moan and closed his eyes as he nodded. "You're doing excellent, belladonna."

It wasn't unexpected. Dazai, sharp and observant as a hawk, had seen the way your eyes lingered over every small change in his facial expressions. While you were dating, both of you had agreed to take things slow. Even small milestones like holding hands was a huge thing for the man that was wrapped in bandages. The slow burn of deepening your relationship into each other's hearts until it left a permanent mark that even time couldn't erase, was wonderful.

But with time grows desire. Dazai teased you to the point of dilated pupils, hitching breaths, and a blush that cups your cheeks. Exactly like planned, the detective thought, smirking behind the mask of crafted innocence. Except, the plan had been for you to beg him to touch you; not that you would beg to make him feel good as your fingers pushed his hips onto the couch. Dazai is highly aware of his intelligence that makes him read people as if they are a children's book, but sometimes, he thinks he doesn't always grab your nature. The type of nature that has you on your knees in front of him, getting high off of his pleasure.

When you wanted to focus your attention back on the twitching cock in your hand, the sight of Dazai's fingers grabbed your attention. You knew Dazai better than any living soul. Although still a mystery novel that hides behind words of deceive and avoidance to keep parts of itself hidden until the time of reveal is there, this mystery novel was slowly showing you its pages that brought you closer to the truth.

One of the mysteries revealed was Dazai's massive self-control over his external reactions. Emotions were another vulnerable aspect of what it meant to be human, and Dazai hid them masterfully. A part of that was because it functioned as a tactic to reach his goals and stay in control, but a part of you wondered if it was because Dazai feared vulnerability more than a bullet. Emotional suffering is torture for the ones with a sensitive heart.

While Dazai's face was decorated in controlled bliss and his moans playing like a soft lullaby, the slender fingers around the sheets were clinging for dear life. You see... could you make another crack in that composed facade?

Your thumb starts drawing circles over Dazai's tip and with that, you witnessed the twitching of both his cock and fingers. A soft groan escaped Dazai's clenched jaw. "Ah, that's my belladonna. You're soo good to me, hm? Working hard for that reward." That controlled tone...

... It wasn't enough.

Dazai could tell something changed. Even though he had his eyes closed in concentration, clinging to the tiny bit of control he had, he noticed how your stroking became irregular. "What's filling your mind that isn't my- argh, shit." Dazai's eyes shot open as he bolted his hips deeper into your mouth, leaving you gagged for a good second.

That face of pure shock and arousal, the one you rarely got to see on your lover, revealed itself to you as you had taken Dazai's tip into your mouth. "Y/N, that's-"

Another lick and Dazai's original sentence was replaced by a moan, and the detective felt like all control slipped between his fingers when you placed your hands around the rest of his cock.

Dazai grabbed your hair, hissing you to go slower because oh God, he was about to cum faster than he ever did in his twenty-two years of living, and God knows he did not want this euphoria to end this soon. Oh, he really wasn't used to feeling this good-

"Belladonna, y/n, please-" Dazai didn't know what he was begging you for. For you to go slower? Faster? What it was, you hummed in approval. That little vibration was all it needed for Dazai to throw his head in his neck. His toes curled as high-pitched whines fell over lips that had become swollen in a miserable attempt to hide his moans.

When you looked up after swallowing, you were met with Dazai's bangs hanging over his eyes. "Osamu, are you okay?" Worried, you push the chocolate colored bangs aside and... oh.

He was so pretty with scarlet painted cheeks. Dazai couldn't even look you in the eyes, giving up after one second of eye-contact before shyly facing another side with his head. "That was... good. For a first attempt."

You chuckled as your hand caresses the cheek that faced your way and with a slightly hoarse voice you respond: "Good. I'll make you even feel better next time."

Dazai's hands twitch one last time before he closes his eyes and mentally picks up every string that he lost along the way. As the detective opens his eyes, you can see the control and seduction in those dark eyes that you love so much.

Dazai leans closer until you feel his breath on your ear. His lips tickle and a shiver runs down your spine as he whispers: "Someone has earned that reward, hasn't she? Let's see how long I can make you last."

Kunikida Doppo ♡

Rubies could not compete with the radiant red glow of Kunikida's face as he realized what you were about to do. The detective should have known you were up to something when he was preparing today's schedule and you had popped up behind him, placing your arms around his waist as you kissed his neck and whispered: "Keep a spot open at 8 PM, love."

Even when the blond had asked for details, your lips stayed sealed. The only hint Kunikida got out of you was "Dazai has made you work over-hours; I want to treat you."

Naively, innocently, Kunikida thought you might have a dinner or massage in mind. Not that he was wrong! It was just a... different type of massage. With your tender fingers wrapped around his cock, Kunikida clenched his jaw to not make a sound, but the moan slipped away as he sighed your name: "Y/n... I, we-"

"Does it feel good, Doppo?" You made sure to rub his tip with your thumb right then, making the detective's cock drop with pre-cum.

"It- yes... yes, it feels good."

Looking up blessed you with the sight of an orderly man turned into a mess under the tip of your fingers. A wave of arousal rushed through your body, seeing the man unravel in front of you. You figured he would be vocal, but oh-

Kunikida was sensitive. The smallest movement had him throwing his head back and trusting his hip as tiny moans calling your name filled the room. Not only were his cheeks the color of fire due to the heat of your touch, but the intimacy of it all left him flustered as well.

You felt a hand rest on your head, lightly gripping a bit of hair. "Y/n... we, you- I have to make you feel good, too."

Oh. "That has to wait."

"But- ah!" The hand around your hair tightened in response to your mouth taking his cock.

Kunikida's thoughts were twirled up in the storm that was you. Your name rolled off his tongue like worshipping prayers as you brought Heaven to earth for him.

The bliss of touching Heaven became too much, and with one closing word, Kunikida fell apart. He arched his back, forgetting to bite his lip to soften the groans that might slip through the walls where his colleagues live. His grip around you tightens, never wanting to let you go, never wanting to let this feeling go. But then Kunikida realizes he's still on earth and lessens his grip on the fear he's hurting you.

The detective looked into your eyes, but they were filled with lust directed at him and God, it felt so sinful that he had to deflect his gaze. Yet, you grabbed his chin and made your boyfriend face you.

"Do you feel better?"

Kunikida stammered, trying to get out a word. "Yes, that was," an embarrassed cough, "excellent." 

Your thumb caressed his lip. "Good."

And then, the world flipped around as Kunikida lay your back on the bed. "I have done a deep-dive research on how to please you when the time was there. Now, let me return the favor." 

[baizhoobies]

200 followers event: kunikida & akutagawa nsfw abcs

Tysm for the request!! I hope you enjoy it!! I’m so sorry for taking so long to post this, I have no excuses😭 also because you requested two characters the blurbs are a little shorter than the Sigma one!!

Contains:

General: afab + gn reader, established relationship,

Letter C:

Kuni: breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, protected & unprotected sex

Aku: very slight breeding kink, mentions of hair pulling

Letter D:

Kuni: riding, mentions of him being a pleasure dom

Aku: fantasies of exhibitionism

Letter K:

Kuni: lingerie, breeding, praise (giving), implied overstim

Aku: exhibitionism, praise (giving), aftercare, marking (giving & receiving), biting/hickies/nail marks, intimacy, oral fixation

Letter U:

Kuni: teasing (giving & receiving)

Aku: teasing (giving and receiving)

Letter Y: Idk there isn’t really much of a warning for either of these

Kunikida:

Cum:

Kunikida does have a thing for breeding. His liking for it definitely isn’t as vibrant as some of his other kinks, but he most certainly enjoys it. He finds it so hot when you’re whining and wrapping your legs around his waist as you clench around him as he cums. Especially when you come with him. Kunikida does want a family one day, so that does fuel it. But he also just finds it so. Hot.

He is a responsible person though, so until the two of you decide to have a family (if you two ever decide to), he will use a condom. If you were to tell him that you were fine with him cumming inside, he would have a field day!

Dirty secret:

Kunikida is such a hard worker, isn’t he? Well, that doesn’t change in bed. He absolutely makes sure to try his hardest to make you feel satisfied when having sex. And especially after having sex. But he’s such a hard worker, he can get burnt out. So there’s a part of him that just wants to sit back and be taken care of every so often. He could never admit it! While this may not seem like a big deal to most people, being a hard worker is Kunikida’s number one goal. He wants to put in the most effort possible in every situation, and make it the best outcome for you, but sometimes he needs a break.

He can never bring himself to admit this, so you’d have to bring it up on a day where he’s particularly stressed and more susceptible. But god, has he fantasized about you hovering over his hips and bouncing on his cock while he nuzzles his face in your neck, guiding your hips with his hands. Thinking about the little noises you’d make when he leaves small licks to your neck, or the way your legs would shake when you get close is enough to get him going!

Kink:

Kunikida is fairly vanilla, with very few kinks. But there are some things that he really enjoys.

Lingerie:

Kunikida is a classy man, he loves seeing you in pretty clothes and nice accessories, and that remains true in the bedroom. He loves to buy you nice things sometimes, especially if he gets a bonus in his paycheck or something. Anytime you do as much as show him a bra-strap with lace on it, he’s all over you!

Breeding:

I went into this a fair amount in letter C, but he loves to cum inside. He doesn’t even want kids, at least not right now. He just loves the feeling. And if you two do decide to have kids, he’ll be using it as an opportunity to fuck you full of his cum. You’re going to be exhausted by the time he’s done with you anytime he decides to breed you!

Praise:

Kunikida is such a good person, he deserves some recognition, doesn’t he? He is always checking in on you, making sure you’re having a good time. Being given that verbal validation that he’s able to make you feel good makes him so proud! He never allows himself to get cocky, but maybe he can let himself let loose whenever you’re giving him endless compliments and praise.

Unfair:

He doesn’t particularly like to tease? I mean sure, he will if you tell him you enjoy it, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to. It’s the same when it comes to being teased. He’s down if you’re down, but if you tease him, expect him to be extra desperate once you finally let him come. He’s gonna be all over you, fucking you desperately.

Yearning:

Due to him being so busy all the time, it tends to fluctuate. He’ll go a week or so without really thinking about it much at all because of all the stress he’s under, but as soon as that stress is lifted, it all catches up to him. You two end up having sex every day! There will also be times where because he’s under so much stress, all he wants to do is get home and fuck you. He tries to not let it hinder his work, but it’s really hard when he’s so horny all the time.

Akutagawa:

Cum:

Akutagawa is relatively neutral on where he cums, but he does like the trust that it takes to let him come inside. He also likes the power dynamic it gives him when he does.

When it comes to you cumming, he always makes sure that you do. He loves the way your legs start shaking when you’re close, and how you pull his hair and hold his hands to help stabilize yourself. How you zone out when you finally reach your orgasm, nothing filling your mind besides the pure bliss that comes from his hands on your clit.

Dirty secret:

Secret exhibitionist? Yes!! While he would never actually do anything in public, after all, it’s way too intimate of a thing for him to do in public. If anyone were to take him down, it would be while you two are having sex, so he prefers to do it in the comfort of his own home. But god that does not mean that he doesn’t fantasize about it. Picturing someone walking in and seeing how good he makes you feel is such a hot idea to him. Especially if it’s someone that he considers to be an enemy. But the idea of an enemy actually seeing him in such a..compromising position is terrifying.

Kink:

Exhibitionism:

As I mentioned before, he likes the concept of exhibitionism, but he’d never actually act on it. He’ll sure as hell fantasize about it though.

Praise:

Akutagawa has a constant worry that you’re going to leave him, realizing that you deserve better than him (his words, not yours), so being told that he’s enough is so reaffirming. It makes him feel giddy, although he’d never show it. He especially loves it during the aftercare. Mumbling kind words into his ear while you’re half asleep, holding him close. After all, people are at their most honest when they’re tired.

Marking:

This ties into letter D, he loves the idea of people seeing how good he makes you feel. And he loves people seeing that you’re with him, and that he’s with you. He’ll bite your shoulder when he’s close to cumming, or dig his nails into your skin. He doesn’t really want to hurt you, it just happens in the moment, and even if he apologizes for hurting you, he’s proud. He also loves when you leave hickies or bite him because he’s so pale, so it’s almost vibrant against his skin.

Oral fixation:

He does love to get head, but it pales compared to eating you out. It’s almost as if he’s proving himself to you. ‘See how good I make you feel? See how you’re practically dripping?’ Are some of the thoughts running through his head. Not to mention how good you taste.

Unfair:

He quite enjoys teasing you. He won’t do it often, but he will gladly do it. Hearing the whines that leave your mouth makes him give the slightest smile into your skin. Especially because once he finally does let you cum, you’re so loud. It’s so built up, that your reactions are extra enthralling.

Yearning:

He has a pretty high sex drive. It does take him a long time to get comfortable with doing anything past grinding against you, but once he is, he’s never gonna stop. He’d have sex with you every day if you let him. If not, that’s fine, of course, but he does have quite the drive. It’s like an addiction. He’s addicted to the feeling. At least it’s a relatively healthy addiction!!

Wc - 1.3k

I’m under a lot of stress so I think my immune system decided to glitch out on me and I’m sick so I’ll probably be taking yet another break😭 I’m so sorry about all the breaks I’m taking:( but I gotta work through this so that I can come back with better mental health, so the quality of my writing can improve!! I’ll probably be gone until next Friday, maybe sooner if I start feeling better

[baizhoobies]

I want to know what this man is like in bed. The poignant obsession I have with this curiosity is concerning.

[baizhoobies]

okay, let's do this

Osamu Dazai x Big Boobs

NSFW. Well-endowed f!reader. I love you, small-booby/ no-booby readers, you're beautiful, but I am ovulating and I needed to write about him sucking big juicy titties. I accidentally became possessed and this turned into fucking him haha. Girl on top. Creampie. Lots of titty sucking and nipple play. Approx 900 words.

It's a lazy morning at Dazai's place, as most mornings are. He's already on course to be severely late for work, but he doesn't seem to care one bit. He never does when you're staying over. Instead, he lays on his belly, half-sprawled across you, his head resting on your chest, the tip of his nose gently nuzzling the soft mound of your breast.

Doey brown eyes gaze at them with such soft reverence, his face so pretty and ethereal it's sometimes easy to forget he's fully capable of being an absolute menace.

It doesn't take long for him to remind you. "My voluptuous angel, would you do me the honor of suffocating me to death betwixt your—"

"'Samu... no," you scold him. "Don't even joke about it."

He pouts and huffs, face-planting your boobs and pretending to sob, his brunette mop of hair, absurdly fluffy against your chest. "But it's how I want to go... c'mooon..."

"No."

"Please? Pretty please?

"No."

"You know, I've made several wealthy enemies over the years who would be more than happy to compensate you—"

"No. Okay, maybe when you're older. When you're a hundred years old and we've lived a long, happy life together. Then I'll smother you in my tits. Deal?"

His head shoots up, eyes alight and damn near gleeful at the prospect. "Wait, for real? You would?"

"Yeah, I'll crush your brittle old skull between them..."

He grins, teeth grazing his lower lip. "Oh, baby, you're getting me hard."

"You're a creep, 'Samu."

He chuckles, readjusting his weight to free his hands before cupping your tits between them. "If it's creepy to wish to die surrounded by such exquisite beauty, then yes, consider me the king of creeps."

"I already do. Besides, they'll be wrinkled and saggy by then..."

His voice is low and sultry as he bows his head to kiss them; gentle kisses that make your breath catch and your belly flutter. "Angel, I don't care, just smother me in them."

Your stomach flips as his lips turn voracious, kissing your tits with a fervent hunger; his tongue laving your plump flesh, relishing the way your nipple hardens and swells in his mouth. Elegant fingers tease your unattended breast, his fingertip rapidly stroking your aching bud, silently demanding it stiffen to match the other. That soft, tawny gaze flits across to watch your flesh spill between his fingers as he attempts to cup your entire breast in his hand, groaning in pleasure as his efforts prove unsuccessful.

"So fucking big and soft..." he whispers, as if he can't keep the words locked in. He has to have some kind of release.

He grins when he feels you squirm, pressing his thigh between yours, inviting you to ride it with the unspoken caveat that he will tease you relentlessly if you're already this desperate.

"You're going to be late for work..." you say, trying your best to remain composed, but Dazai has always known exactly how to quickstart your pleasure. The charming bastard has it down to a damn science.

"Mmh..."

In place of a smart-ass remark, he smirks against your flesh, sticking out his tongue so you can watch it rapidly flick your nipple back and forth, hitching up his knee to apply pressure to your clit, goading you into what he truly wants.

You withstand the insatiable ministrations of his tongue for about half a minute more before you give in, rolling the pair of you over, straddling his narrow hips and aligning the bulbous head of his cock with your entrance.

"Fuck yes," he groans breathlessly beneath you as you brace your hands just above his head, letting your tits hang down over his face. "Oh god, fuck yes..."

And god, he feels so damn good as you lower yourself onto him, his cock filling you and sending tingles of pleasure shooting through your belly. Any other time you'd ride him until you were both utterly spent, but this time you lower your torso until it's parallel with his, burying his face in your chest so he has to tilt his hips to stay inside you.

He catches on quick, thrusting up into your pussy as he mouths your breasts, wrapping his slender arms around your back as if there were a force on earth capable of pulling you off his cock.

"'Samu..." you gasp as he fucks you, his tongue every bit as voracious as his dick and just as intent on pleasuring you. "Don't stop... don't stop..."

He's stronger than his slender frame would have you believe, the force with which he thrusts up into you knocking the air from your lungs, again and again and again.

And it doesn't take long for his composure to crumble too; his calculated teasing dissolving the moment his orgasm approaches, his clever tongue and expert kisses turning hot and sloppy, hips juddering as he presses his heels into the futon for purchase.

His moans of pleasure are muffled against your tits as he cums, never once breaking pace, fucking you hard and fast. He won't stop until you cum too, he never does.

The sound of it all is so utterly lewd; the wet slap of his cock thrusting into your pussy, his loud slurps and smacks of his lips as he sucks your tits, his mouth entirely covering your areola, his tongue lapping hungrily against your flesh.

He drives you over the edge quickly, echoing your moan of ecstasy as your walls throb around him and he cums a second time.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he cries, voice cracking beautifully as he gasps through his second release. He pulls in a breath and grins beneath you, "Fuck dying like that, it's how I want to live."

"That's more like it," you say, sweeping back his tousled bangs to kiss his dewy forehead. "That I can most definitely help you with."

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[baizhoobies]

𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄

ᯓ★ starring: dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, atsushi nakajima, chuuya nakahara and ranpo edogawa; what their honeymoon would be like.

warnings: marriage, female reader, wife reader, sexual content for dazai, kunikida and chuuya, mentions of death, bondage, swearing, mentions of vomiting, alcohol intake, mdni, w.c 4.2k

𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 . . .

To honeymoon after one's wedding was not as practiced in Japan as it was the western world — however, Dazai, of course, jumped at any opportunity to slack off from work. A week away from the city with his newly married wife sounded right up the agent's alley.

And when Dazai Osamu was given an inch, he always strove to take a mile.

"Kunikida-kun is going to kill you when we get back, Dazai." You scolded your husband sitting at your side. But when you turned to him, attempting to pin him down with a look, you just couldn't help the sides of your lips curling into a smile. "Like — actually kill you, this time."

Dazai rolled his head, humming a musical sound. "To have my life ended under the cold, bony hands of an Idealist. How could you even speak those words, my love?"

"Only you would find a way to convince the President that a week away in Okinawa would be good for two of his agents. Paid all inclusively, too. What did you call it?" You quirked an eyebrow. "Sand resistance and underwater training?"

The briny sea air teased at his loose shirt and wild, unkempt curls, making him look like a divinity — a mythical creature of the ocean. Both of you sat side by side on the coast's cool sands; sipping from a bottle of sake, watching the sunset bleed the sky into twilight. After spending the day full of adventurous activities; wandering nature trails, stopping for a late-afternoon lunch under the canopy of marine trees, only to take each other by the hand and venture through the Churaumi aquarium's glass blue halls — you both had been content to cuddle up and watch the stars, that evening. Listening to the lull of the sea, talking about everything and nothing at all.

Dazai cocked his head in that funny little way he always did. "Is that not what we're doing?"

"Of course," You agreed, and then leaned over to poke the tip of his nose. His surprised little blink almost had your heart melting into a puddle. "And tomorrow, I expect you up bright and early, because we have an extra strenuous day of whale watching to attend."

Dazai leaned in, as if you were both sharing a secret, and touched his warm forehead against yours. It made your pulse flutter; the shade of his eyes, so complex when he was this close. They softened into something a lot more sultry. "Hmm? Whale watching? I was under the impression our schedule was already taken up tomorrow, though."

"Oh?" You smiled, your breath mingling. "Do divulge me, Osamu."

That was when he went for you. Pouncing with the agility of a leopard, a beast, until he had pulled you against his lean body and you were both rolling around in the sand — shrieking and chuckling.

"I am to accompany my beautiful princess bride on a mission that could mean life or death! World dominion or forever peace! The very nature of things hangs in the balance and I have the key to it, right in my very hands!"

"Osamu—you're—!" You chortled. "Stop! You'll get sand in my ears!"

He brought your rolling bodies to a halt with you laying flush against him. There was mirth dancing in his eyes, his face — looking at you like he was a teenager in love for the very first time. He pouted playfully.

"You don't want to hear my master plan to save the world?"

"You just don't want to go whale watching."

"Hmm~" He purred, and you felt those long fingers begin to trail up your thighs — so sensitive, almost completely bare to him underneath the cotton beach skirt you wore. They drew languid, mind-numbing circles that traced a picture of fire from your thighs, the small back, your thighs again. You found yourself arching back instinctively into them.

Dazai craned his neck up then — just so he could trail his lips against the shell of your ear and whisper, "Because I am much more inclined to hear someone else moan for me all day, instead."

The last of his words were accompanied with his palms coming down on your ass, squeezing possessively — the shock of it lurching you forward a little. You gasped, and he revelled in it. You could see it in the way his tawny eyes darkened into a promising mahogany. Whenever Dazai looked at you like that, it eddied any and all coherent thoughts from your mind. Just like the first time you met him, the second, the millionth, you'd never tire from marvelling in your husband's beauty. Both on his gorgeous face and inside his well-protected soul.

You just had to peel back each and every layer he had learned to build up until you coaxed it out. But you would wait — for him, you would wait a lifetime.

Chuckling a heady sound, you leaned down, ghosting your lips over his parted ones. When he shifted up to try and connect your mouths together — you were mean. You pulled just out of his reach, grinning a wicked, vixen-like smile.

"All day?" You challenged. "But—oh—!"

A yelp tore from your throat when Dazai startled you by surging foreword and rolling until you were beneath him; trapped underneath his long, caging arms. His bangs tickled your face when he pitched forward to arrest you in his intense stare. Holding so much weight, so much promise, that it sent a thousand sparks of pleasure racing from the crown of your head right to the tips of your toes.

"Every day, my beautiful wife."

You didn't think either of you could wait until then.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀 . . .

After the rather formal affair that was you and Kunikida Doppo's wedding; a honeymoon was far removed from your mind. So you were surprised, when your new husband approached you one morning, two long-distance train tickets held firmly in his grip. The ledgers are already taken care of, he had assured you when protests rose on your tongue, you needn't worry. There is enough staff to cover our absence.

There was something — something fiercely intense in his eyes when he had said those words, too. Of course, your husband Kunikida Doppo was a fierce man by nature; it was one of the many things you had learned to love about him. But then, you had been unable to place the heat in his eyes, the way his body strained towards you — as if holding some monstrous part of himself back.

You had been unable to place it — that was, until now.

His naked body stalked around the foot of the bed — soft, buttery light throwing all of his defined muscles into focus. The curtains of this private suite were decorated with cotton and cashmere, letting as much natural light into the room as possible while still offering you two some privacy. In fact, one of the drapes from your bathroom window were missing — but that was because it had been wound tightly around your wrists, pinning you to the headboard.

"One hundred and forty-five." Kunikida spoke suddenly.

Through your lust addled mind, you tried to parse his words. Your brows came down over confused eyes. "W-What?"

He stopped, snapping his Ideal book closed in one hand. And when he turned towards you — God, your tongue pasted to the roof of your mouth. He was marvellous. He was breath-taking — his blond hair let loose around his shoulders, the length of him standing stiff and erect for you to see.

"One hundred and forty-five," He repeated. The mattress dipped when he leaned one knee against it, then the other. "That is the amount of days which have passed since I had the first indecent thought about you."

He might as well already be touching you — the way those words instructed a shiver to race down your bare skin. Kunikida pitched forward so he was on all fours now — and with savouring slowness, he began to crawl towards you.

"O-Oh?" Was the only coherent thing you could get out. Your eyes darted all over him, you tried to rub your thighs together to garner some type of friction since he was so adamant to tease you. Kunikida's quick-silver eyes noticed the movement, however, and reached a large hand out. He flattened it on the bare skin of your thigh; a silent command for you to be still.

Frustrated, you levelled a heated glare at him, huffing, "This is no way to treat your new wife."

"Believe me," Kunikida's tone was controlled — always controlled, but you delighted in the fact that his lips twitched into a smile. "I have every intention of treating my wife very well, indeed."

Your breasts strained taut when he came to settle himself just over you and leaned up — bracketing your hips with those strong thighs. Ever since he had gotten your clothes off; Kunikida Doppo could not stop himself from just looking at you. An extremely controlling part of him was overcome with the mind-consuming urge to lock you up and keep you all for himself. But he knew he could not do that. So here he would revel, every moment he could, in you flushed and bare beneath him. Begging him with your eyes to touch you, to relieve that ache only he had caused.

Shit, Kunikida Doppo thought when he looked down at you, he'd pay only the finest artist to paint you like this. But then he'd have to rip their damn hand off.

He reached a hand out to trail it against your twitching tummy muscles. The hand which brandished that newly crafted gold band.

"It was exactly 11:48am, Tuesday the 7th," Kunikida murmured in a deep, throaty voice. His eyes glazed over as he trailed his fingers all over you — from your naval to your breastbone to letting them dance across the planes of your face. "When you walked into the main office with a large stack of reports a certain someone has been slackin' on. You bent over — in that tight little skirt you always wear," He inhaled, dragging your bottom lip gently with his thumb. "And I was overcome."

"O-Overcome?" You echoed. If he kept this up, you were very certain your new husband would make your heart burst out of your chest. You burned, you needed him like your air, like the blood roaring in your ears.

Kunikida leaned in close enough until he was all you could see. He dropped his voice, and the words rumbled out of his chest.

"Overcome with the need to bend you against the table and fuck you, right then and there."

A small whimper climbed up your throat. Like a butterfly, caught and pinned against a board, you fluttered restlessly beneath him. Kunikida placed the softest kisses against your skin; but you could feel the tension that tremored underneath his marble skin. He was taking his time. He was adamant to keep you here for as long as possible just to savour you, over and over again.

And you were more than willing to oblige.

"And now," You whispered, hot and needy, against him. "You have me right where you want me, Kunikida."

Your husband groaned and began to roll his hips against you — absolutely unable to help himself when you said those words. Gasping, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you were barely lucid enough to hear him growl out the words;

"And you'll always have me at your mercy, darling."

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 . . .

You and Atsushi had decided to get married under the gentle blossoms of springtime, but it had always been your dream to escape on a winter's honeymoon. Of course, when you broached the topic with him a couple of weeks before the ceremony, Atsushi took some time to gradually warm to the idea. He had never been out of the country, after all, and the thought of boarding a metal tube that soared thousands of feet in the air definitely did not appeal to his feline side.

"It's... so it doesn't stop off, somewhere?" He had asked you with those adorable wide eyes. "What if I need to pee?"

His country naivety was all too amusing to you — a warm grin brightened your face, and to stifle the chuckle, you buried into his silver hair, instead.

"There are toilets on the plane. And refreshments, and seats." You replied to him. "Besides, there'd be nowhere for us to stop off. We'd have to cross over the ocean, after all."

"T-The ocean?!"

The Harbin Ice and Snow festival held its open ceremony a few months after you and Atsushi's marriage, but once you got there, you knew it had been well worth the wait. The city was crafted with ice structures and snowy castles, illuminated by floodlights that coloured them all different shades. Both bundled in layers, you and your husband walked side-by-side through them, warming the other's hand. Atsushi bought you a delicious hot chocolate to share, and never missed the chance to kiss the cream off of your face.

"I have no idea how you're not wearing gloves," You said to him one evening as you strolled around the resort. From here, the blanketed mountains stood stark against the night sky, littered with evergreen trees. Each step you took crunched the snow beneath you.

"Ah," Atsushi piqued. He then lifted his hands to show them to you, and when you inspected them closer; you noticed that he had coated them in a thick layer of tiger fur. "Ta-dah!"

The funny sight caught you so off guard that you doubled over giggling. "What a convenient talent. I wish I could do that when I get cold!"

"You know I would if I could," He said, the warm sincerity of it coming to hug around you like your very own blanket. "But there's something that I can do."

"Oh?" You leaned up to regard your new husband — only to realise that he was no longer by your side. Instead, he had taken a few strides ahead, leaning forward onto all fours in that familiar position he took before an ability activation. Whoosh, the snow whipped up to bite your cheeks, the entire landscape was drowned out in the supernatural blue light as he shifted from man to beast.

The bands of light exploded to leave him in their remnants — only bigger, furrier, and so much more deadly. Not an ounce of fear touched your body, however — because even though standing in his place was a monstrous weretiger that prowled towards you; those were still Atsushi's eyes. The tender bump he gave you with his head still belonged to the person who had Atsushi's soul — your Atsushi.

You carded your fingers lovingly through his coat. "Hello, there." You murmured, taking his big head in your hands and scratching behind his ears. "What brings you here, Mr. Weretiger?"

Atsushi's honey-gold eyes held yours for a moment. Then, he made a swishing movement with his head — an indication for you to follow. You knitted your eyebrows, initially confused at what he wanted when he couldn't use human speech — but when he lay down in the snow and made his back easier for you to reach, you suddenly realised.

"Oh, okay." You hummed, manoeuvring to the side of his massive body and hiking your leg up. Shifting, you found a comfortable sitting position on his back. But not before you cuddled into his soft fur a little. "You are so warm, no wonder you don't need gloves."

His great big lungs reverberated when he spoke something you couldn't understand. Atsushi padded the snow — an indication that he was going to move, letting you know to hold on tight — before straightening up to his full height.

Then, he was running.

Galloping through the snow scape like you weighed absolutely nothing at all — the wind ripping through your hair, smattering your cheeks in little flecks of snowflakes. You gripped on tight to his coat, feeling the wild rush of adrenaline spike in your blood. His great big paws ate up the distance with agility, with grace. As easy and breathing for him in this form. You held on tight to your husband's body when he hopped from rock to rock, from tree to tree, taking you through your very own winter wonderland on a night you'd never forget.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 . . .

After the unholy shitshow — as your husband eloquently puts it — that was your wedding reception, it was safe to assume that Chuuya Nakahara was adamant to get out of the country in order to spend a few days alone with you. Somewhere extremely far away. And what better place was there, than the classy city of romance and wine?

He had been cunning in the preparations, refusing to reveal anything until it was the evening you scheduled to fly out on one of the Port Mafia's private air jets. Sure; the plane had been in regular use to smuggle large shipments of drugs across the Japanese border, but Chuuya had gone to touching lengths in order to make it special for you.

The inside was completely cleaned out and lavished with first-class opulence. When you stood in the hanger, suitcase in tow, you couldn't believe how beautiful he had made it look. And when he handed you a flute of fizzing champagne before boarding, he pulled you in by the waist; kissed you on the cheek, and said, are ya ready to see the real Eiffel Tower, sweetheart?

The sheer beauty of Paris was all you needed to make up for the long-haul flight over. Each building towered above you; beige stonework, panelled windows, the smell of fresh baked goods and coffee in the air. Chuuya walked with his hand on your back through the winding cobblestone walkways. He did not complain once when you spent hours busying around the shopping district La Vallée, gushing at all the quaint boutiques and bakeries. He bought as many pastries as your heart so desired. And on your last night, he told you to wear your finest dress, and took you on a boat ride around the city.

"This mustn't have been good for your bank account," You pouted, leaning over the side of the boat to admire the glossy river water. "Even for you."

Chuuya popped a piece of steak into his mouth. One eyebrow quirked. "I thought I told ya never to worry about money when you're with me, doll. Even more so now that you're my wife."

My wife, you closed your eyes, savouring the sound of it wearing his voice like the meal in front of you. It still sounded so foreign — a little out of place, when you had just gotten used to being to as the General's fiancée. When you opened your eyes, you allowed yourself a few seconds to marvel at the man who worked to make all your desires come true — and not because he had to, but because he wanted to, he loved to.

Chuuya's blue eyes twinkled underneath the fairy lights that hung from the boat's canopy. "What?"

You beckoned to all the other empty seats around you. "How did you manage to rent an entire boat for just the two of us, though?"

At that, your husband's lips lifted into a wide, vulpine smile. The type that made delicious heat lick down your spine.

"Do ya object to being on this big boat all alone with me, sweetheart?"

The heat cascading down your spine spread its fingers — until it was all over you, reaching the tips of your cheeks, the skin of your chest left exposed by the open dress. You swallowed, not breaking the eye contact, and placed your fork down with very precise movements.

You purposefully flicked your hair behind your shoulder — exposing your collarbone, the long column of your neck.

"Quite the contrary, my beautiful husband. In fact, I think the rocking could make riding you senseless feel extra good, if that was even possible."

There was a heartbeat where Chuuya didn't move. And then, the table was knocked to one side, there was a harsh clatter of metal and plates and his chair scraping against the deck when he surged for you.

You shrieked in delight when you felt his hands on your hips — hoisting you swiftly from the terrace chair and into his arms. Guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, you were held securely against him, looping your arms around his neck as he made quick work of the ships decking and down the stairs into your private bedroom.

When you both resurfaced onto the deck for some fresh air, you were blissfully unaware that the sun had risen and it had already become morning — but the crewmates definitely were.

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 (𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃) 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 . . .

When your newly-wed husband Ranpo Edogawa pitched the idea of a honeymoon in Tokyo; initially, you were quite sceptical. Tokyo was a city packed with people and, God forbid; a very advanced transport system. Whatever could your particular partner want in the bustling capital of your country?

Roller-coaster rides and donuts and mickey mouse ears, apparently.

He was such a child at heart, you thought fondly as you watched him flutter around the food stalls at Tokyo's Disneyland Resort, pointing at all the colourful sweets he wanted to try. You suppose Ranpo never really had the opportunity to have a childhood; being hunted for his mind and hopping from job to job just to survive before he met the President. And you cherished that part of him. Your heart grew twice its size when he returned to you, a chest-full of of packaged goods and two sticks of candyfloss.

"According to my Deductions," Your husband boasted, thrusting the candy floss out to you. "Poo's Honey Hunt is the next attraction which will have the least amount of waiting time."

You took your candyfloss carefully from him. "Of course. Although do you think it's a good idea to go riding when you have a stomach full of sweets, Ranpo?"

He leaned back and guffawed. "Pwah! Nothing is impossible for the World's Greatest Detective!"

It turned out that spinning in a plastic honey pot one too many times was a little too much for the World's Greatest Detective, after all. You rubbed soothing circles against your husband's back and held his cape out of the way as he upheaved into a colourful trashcan the moment he stepped off of the ride. You hushed anything he tried to say, instead guiding him to sit with you by the riverside — watching the fairy tale boats float on by until the nausea subsided.

A bottle of water and a handful of pastries later; Ranpo Edogawa was right back on his feet again, dragging you by the hand to the next attraction with excited, skipping steps.

And when the sun dipped low behind the bright pink castle that was a landmark to the grounds and the sky darkened into twilight, your forever partner guided you across a beautiful bridge closed off to the public for the rest of the evening. Of course, you scolded him with each step, telling him that this would get you both in a world of trouble. Only for him to turn around and wink, assuring, the stewards only patrol this area of the park every quarter of an hour. We have at least twenty minutes until anybody will be near this area again.

"Ranpo, darling, I love you," You said to him, stepping over the foliage and onto the bridge painted with bright gold — mimicking those found in story books. "But if we get fined for this, I am taking away all of your sweet stash for at least a month."

He twirled around to face you when you came to a stop in the centre of the bridge; his hands folded behind his back. His tongue stuck out. "Boo. You wouldn't be able to figure out the code."

"You doubt the mind of a wife who is angry." You cooed, but were completely unable to help the smile that tickled your lips. You were like two schoolkids; sneaking around in a no-trespass area trying not to get caught. Although you didn't understand the entire reason as to why you were stalking around a closed area of the park late at night.

You decided to question him, tilting your head. "Remind me, why is it that we're slinking around Tinkerbell's Garden and running the risk of getting caught, again?"

Your question was left hanging when Ranpo decided to keep his lips shut. Instead, he lifted three fingers up in the air. You watched with knitted brows as he brought down one — leaving two left. Then, brought down the other. And just as he let the final finger close into his fist, there was a shrill whistle, a tail of sparks flying through the night—

BOOM!

The most brilliant firework exploded in the sky.

You gasped, turning to look above the canopy that hid you both. Boom, there was another — a brilliant explosion of red and yellow. Boom, boom, two at the same time. You were arrested in place, marvelling at the light show that sent a thousand sparkles reflecting in your eyes.

Warmth. Skin. Ranpo's hand coming to intertwine with yours. His soft lips ghosting your temple, whispering the words so sweet;

"They're almost just as beautiful as you, my wonderful wife."

ღ . . . the bsd men ON THEIR WEDDING DAY

✎ . . . requested by wonderful nonnie!

WRITING REQUESTS

[baizhoobies]

Neuvillette x f!Reader - Just the Tip~

A/N: a little story I wrote on the bus to work 😇

Warnings: penetration, dragon genitalia, Neuvi being a tease…(kinda), 18+

“Mmmph~!”

A familiar noise, a noise you have come to dream about when you are apart. A noise that gets your pussy throbbing and wet at the mere thought of hearing. It’s the noise made by your darling husband, Neuvillette, the moment he inches into your cunt, feeling his sensitive tip slide between your folds for the first time. He doesn’t even have to be at full hilt to make a noise like that, just the tip.

As much as he is a dignified gentleman and likes to keep his emotions in check in front of the people of Fontaine, when it comes to his wife, he cannot help but let down those walls and melt whenever he makes love to you.

He will hold his cock there for a little, enjoying the sensation of his weeping cock head pressed delicately against your hole, threatening to pummel into you with one harsh thrust. As a dragon, his cock is not necessarily human looking; it’s in fact a lot larger and draconic, extra bumps, prominent veins and of course, his heavy knot.

“Please, my love… just the tip?”

Let’s just say, the tip is more than enough to ignite great pleasure, especially as he softly rubs it against your already pulsating clit. You swore if you didn’t know his intentions, this would have been cruel. How he would apply friction to your nub with his inhuman tip, how he refuses to go all the way in just yet; he was right there! All he’d have to do is thrust but oh no, he just wants to grind into you for what feels like hours - the teasing is pure torture.

But of course, his true intentions lie in the bliss that is simply being anywhere near your pussy, feeling how wet it is, just for him. He explains that his tip is the most sensitive part of his cock, other than his knot, and wishes for it to, in his words, “kiss” your most sensitive part.

There is also an element of pride for him, to get you off just from his tip alone, occasionally grinding the entirety of his ribbed cock against your clit to really get some sweet noises from your mouth.

So here you are, laying down on your back in your marital bed, legs hooked over his shoulders and folding you slightly as he humps into you. He can feel your flesh tremble and shake at the anticipation of him claiming you again, and the frustration that he hasn’t done so yet.

“Neuvi… you’re being cruel”

“I’m sorry…Just a few- mmph~ moments more, ma chérie…”

You couldn’t deny his words were like honey, it almost sounded like a pathetic, needy whine. Like most times when you have Neuvillette like this, he would cry just from overstimulation- and that doesn’t take much at all. He already had a few tears rolling down his face and dropping onto your exposed skin beneath him. He needed to take his time, to relish the feeling, and you gladly complied; at least, most of the time.

Sometimes the internal itch was so bad that you had half the mind to pull him down and ride him. But then again, he would be too strong for you to overpower, even if he was caught off guard.

He would purposefully switch between thrusting his tip in your pussy, to pulling out slightly and using your slick to lubricate and grind against your clit. It was torment, it was heaven, and it was everything in between. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was doing it almost annoyingly well.

Neuvillette would take notice of how your cunt would twitch whenever he switched, how much wetter you were getting, and how ready you will be when he does give in. As the grand Iudex, he is a man of great patience, and knows how to restrain himself from just “giving in”.

After a few more agonising thrusts against your clit, you can already feel yourself coming undone. Just from the external stimulation alone, it was now you letting out pathetic moans and whimpers. Half of you just wanted him to finally plunge in and fill you up, and the other, wanted this to never end. You grip onto him, wherever you can reach, a sure signal that you were about to cum.

“Neuvi, p-please I can’t…”

“Cum for me, ma chérie, and I’ll give you what you want”

That’s all you needed to hear, it was almost like the permission you needed to let go. With one swift motion, your clit grinds against his entire length of his ribbed, dragon cock and the knot in your stomach unravels. The exact moment you cum, Neuvillette gives in and pushes into you at full hilt until your cunt meets with his knot. Waves of throbbing pleasure rip through you, and your pussy clamps down onto his length.

He lets out another pathetic mix of a whimper and a grunt as he feels your walls contract and throb around him, he could swear he was about to cum just from that sensation alone. But he wasn’t done with you, not yet at least.

🌸

A/N: part 2 maybe, gotta get some knot action 🙈

[baizhoobies]

I love kunikida and I’d marry him irl if given the chance like on the spot

You have no idea

But I know DAMN WELL I don’t even have ONE of the qualities he’s looking for in his ideal partner XDD

[baizhoobies]

࿔*:･ 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 — 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅 ࿐

tags — [ MDNI / 18+ ], male masturbation, dirty talk, submissive sigma (per usual), fem reader mentioned !! ᰔ

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 is no stranger to jerking off—despite the fact most people think he's a womanizer based on how much he flirts, he actually doesn't hook up too often. sure, he appreciates the female form, but after joining the ADA, he realizes just how much he's changed—he wants something a little more now than just casual sex and empty, lonely relationships. once he settles into his new lifestyle away from the mafia, he decides he'll wait for his true love before getting into anything romantic again, and naturally, that means jerking off more while he does so. dazai definitely has a high sex drive, so if he isn't getting it from one night stands anymore, he'll give himself pleasure instead, and he finds he quite enjoys the feeling of his own hand wrapped around his cock as opposed to someone getting him off that he doesn't even want to wake up to the next morning. dazai has a bit of an ego, he's a big fan of his cock—he thinks it's pretty and he loves how sensitive he is. he groans the second he wraps his hand around his dick, having looked forward to jerking off all day. he curls his toes as he strokes his shaft, the tip already leaking, the prettiest moans slipping from his lips. likes to play with his precum and play with his balls, which are so sensitive as well. overall, dazai is very self-indulgent when he jerks off—he thinks it's the best way to relax at the end of the day.

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 likes to jerk off in front of you—alone, he just doesn't really see the point. when he's single, he doesn't think about sex too often, sex is more connected to feelings than just pure lust for him, so unless he's in love, he doesn't have a very high sex drive. when he's in a serious relationship, however, he craves sex quite often. he loves to show you how much he loves you by fucking you, and one of his favorite forms of foreplay is teasing you by lying back on the bed and stroking his cock, telling you how horny you've made him, how hard you've gotten him. "y'see this, doll?" he plays with the string of precum at the tip of his cock, "nngh, was thinkin' about you all day, y'got me like this just by bein' so gorgeous, i just can't get enough of you." he loves to see your pupils dilate, eyes widening as you watch him slowly and sensually stroke his cock, groaning and rolling his eyes back, a slick sound filling the room as he tells you how good it feels. sometimes he'll fuck you after a few minutes, but sometimes he takes it all the way and cums all over his stomach, making you watch as your mouth waters—you wish you were the one making him cum, but it's all part of his plan to have you begging for it. luckily, he's always down for a second round even after cumming only a few minutes before.

𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 doesn't jerk off often, so when he finally finds the time to do so, it's intense. his strokes are deep and long, sliding over the impressive length of his cock with a slick sound as he attempts to swallow his own groans—even when he's alone, he tries his best to be conservative, he's a bit shy about it. he's a fan of lube, though he enjoys using his own precum to slick things up as well if he's in a hurry. he's so thick, his big hands are just enough to wrap around his cock perfectly. he tries not to think any lewd thoughts when he strokes himself, but sometimes he just can't help it. if he's in a relationship, he'll think about you beneath him, watching your pussy swallow his cock whole as he thrusts into you harshly—he knows he's massive, so watching you take all of him turns him on more than anything. he likes to play with his balls, which ache a little if it's been quite a while since he's gotten off. he fondles them gently, biting his lip so beautifully and squeezing his eyes shut as he coordinates his long, quick strokes of his cock with gentle tugs on his balls. despite the fact he's more reserved, he has no trouble losing himself in the moment when he finally nears his climax. his loads are always huge, matching the size of his cock appropriately. he spurts at least 5 or 6 times when he reaches his climax, his release dripping down his hand and stomach as he sighs, not looking forward to cleaning up the sticky mess—he's already late for work as it is.

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 is so cute about jerking off, he blushes the instant he wraps his hand around his pale cock. he's the most reactive when his fingers slide over the pretty veins decorating his shaft, the spots where he's the most sensitive, making his legs tremble rhythmically each time his hand glides over them so deliciously. he isn't afraid to imagine you stroking him or sucking his cock while he's getting himself off—you're his, after all, it's ok to fantasize about you, right? he's quite vocal, throwing his head back as he rapidly strokes himself, whining your name and picturing his mouth on your tits or pussy, "oh, yes, please, y/n, can i cum? you're so pretty, make me cum." sigma has trouble controlling himself when masturbating, the longest he's ever lasted is about five minutes, his strokes growing deeper and faster within moments of starting. it just feels too good, he can't stop. you've definitely caught him jerking off a few times, though you'd already promised you'd fuck him later. he's so blushy when you catch him, almost looking ashamed—"i couldn't wait, it was so hard, it hurt. are you mad?" you're never mad about it, you love watching sigma jerk off, sometimes instructing him to do so as you lie back on the bed and watch. and anyways, he's always ready to go again, even if it's only minutes later—he can never get enough of you, he's needy like that.

[baizhoobies]

Dragon’s mark

Tw: breeding, marking, praise, double penetration, oral(fem), monster fucking?

a/n took me way longer to edit this rather than to write

You truly didn’t mean to make your 2 dragon boyfriend jealous,  they already have competition between themselves— it’s in their nature. Jealous, needy, and especially possessive.

 But when someone comes up to you confessing how much they love you, their jealousy hits Celestial. Zhongli and Neuvillette hastily pulls you away from the man, glaring danger at him— which was enough to make him walk away, probably going to avoid you.

Zhongli tosses you in his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, while Neuvillette glares at anyone who dared to look at the you. 

“My darling, must you be so kind to him?” Zhongli asks, cursing under his breath when you glare at him behind his head. 

“My love, he just wanted to confess to me. You know my heart is for you and Nev only” you sigh, patting him on his back while he carries you back to your shared home.

Neuvillette groans in frustration, giving Zhongli a look to hurry up. 

“He doesn’t deserve your love” Neuvillette grits, furring his eyebrows in anger and frustration.

Zhongli seemed to get the hint, rushing back to your shared home, once inside you found yourself cornered between the two jealous dragons. They press your tiny body against the wall, smirking down with lustful eyes. 

Zhongli and Neuvillette were normally calm, respectful, and reserved, but when jealous they are extremely clingy, and possessive. Most of the time they want to keep you for themself, not even wanting to share with each other. Zhongli was a tease, barely pressing a kiss on your lips while Neuvillette was needy, hurrying to mark you. 

They’ve got your cornered right where they wanted, their prey finally fell into their trap. They kissed and sucked at your neck, leaving their marks on your soft flesh. 

“So sweet” Zhongli groans, his forked tongue lapping over the recent mark he made. 

When dating Zhongli and Neuvillette you realized that they tend to mark their property, which is why you visit BuBu Pharmacy often. Baizhu always gives you knowing looks, and you would always blush in embarrassment knowing it won’t be the last time seeing him. 

Neuvillette moans into your neck, kissing your sweet spot that makes you whimper in pleasure. You couldn’t do anything other than moan and whine, their forked tongues leaving trails of spit behind. 

Zhongli’s patience has fully worn away when his clawed hands rips your shirts, scraps fall onto the ground.

“Zhongli! That was my favorite shirt!” You whine, pouting. He only chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your swollen lips. 

Neuvillette picks you up, holding you gently in bridal style— walking to your shared room. He lays you down on the warm bed, you claw at the silk underneath you— feeling shy under the heated gazes.

“So gorgeous” Neuvillette says, breathing in your scent. His eyes twitches as he breathes your scent in heavy, groaning. 

Neuvillette leans down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking onto the bundle. You whine, arching into his mouth. 

Zhongli takes your other breast into his hungry mouth, biting down to leave another of his marks. You wish they would spare you the embarrassment of seeing Baizhu, but it seems that they just loved sinking their shark teeth into your soft flesh. 

Neuvillette trails kisses from your perked nipples to your plush stomach, resting his head on the soft flesh— his horns pricking your skin. 

His hands squeezes the chub with amazement, watching it pool through his fingers. He shreds the rest of your clothes, kissing down to your thighs. 

Zhongli hummed in approval as he trails sloppy kiss to your thighs too, your breast littered with bite marks thanks to your feral boyfriends. He gently sinks his teeth into your thighs, blood prickles from the bite. 

Zhongli’s golden eyes peek up at you, checking to see any signs of uncomfortableness. Neuvillette keeps a grip on your thighs, making sure you can’t close them while he enjoys his meal. 

Neuvillette buries his head in between your thighs suddenly, making you squeak. He laps at your needy cunt, not wasting a second to enjoy your taste on his tongue. 

Zhongli’s dark, golden arms reach up to tease your nipples again, teasing you— wanting to take things slow, unlike Neuvillette. 

“Mine” Neuvillette says before his tongue swirls around your clit making you cry out, Zhongli just rolls his eyes and groans. 

“Ours” Zhongli says, shoving  Neuvillette head out the way. He buries his tongue into your hole, slurping any juices that drips out. 

Zhongli slowly swirls his tongue around your clit, ignoring your cries and pleads for more. 

“Please, f-fuck. Li! Stop t-teasing” you whine, arching up to get a little bit more friction— it wasn’t enough, you needed more. 

“Such a needy girl, always begging for your cunt to be filled” Zhongli says, sucking on your clit— not obligating to your desires, not yet. 

He continues to tease you but Neuvillette seems to get impatient, he shoves Zhongli out of the way. Unlike Zhongli, Neuvillette was desperate to drink all your juices, wanting to ruin your body for anyone else besides him. 

“He’s so mean, isn’t he, Angel?” Neuvillette hums, continuing his frantic attempt to drink in everything your body has to offer. 

You flinch, feelings lips wrap around your clit and finger sinking into your hole. Zhongli laughs, gently thrusting his fingers in and out at a slow temple. He leans down to suck on your clit, having to fight Neuvillette to even make space for him. 

 You throb your head back, letting out a sob of pleasure after finally getting what you wanted. You were going to cum soon, thick fingers pumping inside your body, two lips lapping and sucking on your sensitive clit. 

“Such a good girl, gonna cum for us? Hm?” Zhongli coos, pumping his fingers faster, making you tense up.

“Do it, cum for us.. cum in my mouth. Please, baby, cum for us, cum” Neuvillette commands— whines, lapping at your clit faster and with more pressure.

You cum into their hungry mouths, they’re eager to drink in your sweetness, groaning at the sweet taste. 

“More… I need more, need more of you.. not done with you” Neuvillette mumbles, sucking at your clit again— overstimulation hitting you hard. 

His eyes were filled with lust and need, he was drunk on your taste. Not like Zhongli was any better than him, his eyes were clouded with lust and hunger, their tails wagging fastly. 

At least they aren’t knocking anything over with their tails, that’s something new. Zhongli places pillows under your ass, lifting up your lower half. 

Neuvillette lays down beside you, whispering sweet praises in your ear. Zhongli bends your thighs until they reach your breast, mating press— they're going to destroy your insides, mold you to fit their cocks. 

You flinch , feeling Zhongli slap his cock onto your clit, electing a whimper from you. He sinks his thick cock inside, rubbing your thighs to calm you down. 

Neuvillette presses kisses onto your face, distracting you from the pain. 

“Such a good girl, you're doing so well, darling” Neuvillette whispers, kissing your lips once more.

 Zhongli sinks more of his cock inside your greedy body, groaning at how you squeeze him tightly. You moan, Zhongli rubs your clit to get you to ease up. 

He moans once his entire length was settled deep inside your cunt, a little bulge forming on your plush stomach. 

“Such a good girl, taking my entire cock like the good girl you are, fuck” Zhongli groans, slowly pulling out. 

Zhongli gently pumps his cock in and out of your cunt, his tip banging onto your cervix with every thrust. Neuvillette adds onto the stimulation, rubbing on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure that makes you scream. 

“Fuck- suck. A. Good. Girl” Zhongli groans, his hips hitting your faster as the sounds of skin slapping gets louder.

Your moans were muffled by Neuvillette kissing your lips, your body tensing up. You whimper as you cum on Zhongli’s cock, forming a white ring around his base. 

He groans, smirking at you as he picks up the pace. 

“Such a tight pussy, it’s like she’s trying to milk me” Zhongli chuckles, pressing down on the little bulge, making you let out a pitiful cry of pure pleasure .

Zhongli grunts, pounding at your cumt hard. He buries his head in your shoulder, biting down hard on your neck— the metallic taste of blood fills his mouth. 

He groans as he fills you up with his thick cum, spilling out of your abused hole. He tuts, scooping some up and pressing back into your core making you whine.

Neuvillette chuckles, taking his postiation that Zhongli was once at. His cock slips in easily from Zhongli’s cum that drips out.

Neuvillette gives you no time, already needle pounding at your sensitive cunt. Tears prickle from your eyes, the pleasure was earth shattering.

“Such. A. Good. Girl” Neuvillette says in between each thrust, pounding at your cervix. 

Zhongli sucks on your tits, biting gently on the little numb— adding to the stimulation. You moan, cumming on Neuvillette’s cock. 

“N-nev! Oh.. fuck, ha-ah! Please!” You wait, trying to squirm from his grip, to no avail. 

Neuvillette’s pants, he slowly tipping over the edge. Desperate to reach that high he fucks you harder, hot cum shooting deep in your body. 

He pulls out, his and Zhongli’s cum spills out. Dripping onto the sheets, now stained with sweat and cum. 

“Oh but where not done yet, sweetheart” Zhongli says, his tail wrapping around your stomach, making more cum spill out if you. 

Zhongli lifts you body on top of his, his cock sinks into your abused cunt making you whine. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his warmth. 

“Ready, sweetheart?” Neuvillette says, putting his hands on your plush hips.

 He gently pushes in, you sobs in a mix of pain and pleasure. The feeling of their cocks filling you till the hilt makes your heart pump faster. 

You groan, your entire body was on fire. Being filled to the brim by your boyfriends, they gently push out.

Their thrust synchronizes, the sounds of flesh slapping bounces around the room. The sounds of moans of pleasure could be heard outside of your room. 

“Gonna cum for us again? Cum for us, do it, cover our cocks with your juices” Zhongli encourages, thrusting harder into your cunt. 

Zhongli wraps his arms around your body to keep you from squirming away from your touch, Neuvillette presses gentle kisses on your back. 

“Come for us, do it.. please, cum for us” Neuvillette groans, picking up his pace— his and Zhongli’s thrust differently. 

You cry out, tiny tears falling down your cheek. You bury your face in Zhongli’s chest as you tense up, cumming on their cocks.  

Their pace falters, cumming deep inside your body. They sigh in ecstasy, Zhongli gently rubs your back.  

“Such a good girl for us, gonna make you a mommy, hm?” Neuvillette says, kissing your sweaty back. 

“You’ll make lots of baby’s for us, right sweetheart?” Zhongli chimes in, pressing a sloppily kiss to your check. 

After their retnless fucking you barly could keep your eyes open, resting your face on Zhongli’s warm chest. They chuckle, Neuvillette pulls your body in between him and zhongli— throwing a blanket over your bodys.

“Sleep darling” Neuvillette says, pressing a chaste kiss to your swollen lips. 

“You may need it” Zhongli says, winking at you as he teases your lips with his forked tongue. 

Lesson leaned, don’t tease your two dragon boyfriends, you’ll be a puddle once their done. 

[baizhoobies]

a flower crown for you !

green stems wind around each other as your quick fingers tie them together, small petals occasionally falling off and down to the ground. a myriad of colours starts to form as the crown takes shape. when you finish, you take a second to admire your own handiwork and place it onto your significant other's head. they raise a hand to feel it gently before putting the same hand onto yours. their lips curl up into a small smile.

"thank you, my love."

- KAZUHA, heizou, NEUVILLETTE, wriothesley, navia, ZHONGLI, kaeya, DILUC, yun jin, yanfei, JEAN, ALBEDO, candace, THOMA

[baizhoobies]

all the info about fukuzawa's big dick you didn't know you needed ۪ ✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪

fukuzawa is an extremely talented martial artist—some may say, the best in the world. however, he has a few other hidden talents not many know about.

fukuzawa's cock is thick and long, and the first time you reach down to stroke him through his pants has you gasping into his mouth, pulling away momentarily to glance down at what's resting in your palm, "oh- f- wow, ok." he smirks at that, "something wrong, dear?" "mmf-" your words are muffled against his lips, "gonna have to go slow, at first, k?"

the first time he slides in you he stretches you open so good—it's burning and searing and so delicious as you gush around him the moment the tip slips in, rubbing against all of the sensitive little nerves at your entrance. it takes a while to get things going, but it isn't too long before he's fully sheathed, fucking you slowly but powerfully as your eyes roll back.

his cock hits all of those spots deep inside few others have been able to reach—but what's more, his dick hits spots inside you didn't even know existed. he makes you cum so hard you think you may pass out the first time, your moans and whimpers leaving little time for you to pull any air into your lungs as your vision grows fuzzy in the corners.

after a few weeks together, you still wonder if he even knows how big he is—how he's making you feel. he's never said anything about it, but fukuzawa has never been one to brag about anything.

fukuzawa is always gentle, but he makes you cum so hard you're starting to think you might be annoying him a bit—your moans and whimpers and the way you beg for it each time have you thinking maybe it's all just a little too filthy for his tastes.

he's more reserved than you, and he doesn't say much the first time you ask him to bend you over and fuck you from behind. he simply replies, "oh course, my sweet." he palms one of your ass cheeks, gripping it in his hand as he slides in and out of you—never slapping your ass, but simply caressing you gently. he starts off slow but it isn't long before you're begging him to fuck you harder—it's always like this. "nghh- 'm sorry, yukichi, need you to fuck me deeper- wanna take it all. oh fuck- yes, yes, yes, don't stop." you're crying into the pillow as he presses deeper inside you.

he moves faster, one leg on the floor to stabilize himself as the other is craned next to your thigh, grabbing your ass with both hands as he pulls your body into his harshly, "like this, love?" his voice is strained but it's a bit more monotone than you expect.

as you gush around him, being pulled closer to your climax quickly, you glance back at him—and it doesn't really look like he's enjoying it all that much. you feel bad for being so cock hungry—worried maybe he's isn't getting off as much as you are.

you sigh, stopping your approaching orgasm and both of your pleasure in its tracks, letting his cock slip out of you with a wince as you turn to face him, resting your head on the pillow as he hovers over you.

he looks confused, and a little disappointed, "something wrong, dear? isn't that how you wanted it?"

"am i too much for you?" you don't even hesitate to ask—you've been wondering for a while. "i know i cum a lot- probably too much, your dick is just so good, 've never felt anything like it. 'm sorry if you don't find this as enjoyable as i do, i just. . ."

"no, no- please don't think that. the position isn't my favorite, but i'm pleased to make you orgasm so powerfully." he leans down to stroke your cheek, "i only like to look at your face as i climax, i can't see your beautiful face as you cum for me when we're like this."

"ah-" your heart swells a bit at that as you spread your legs for him. "like this?" he smiles gently as he hovers over your body, sliding his cock back in with ease after fucking you so harshly only moments ago, pulling a gasp from your lips.

"hmm- yes, this is my favorite. but i'll gladly try anything to make you feel good. i've never been with someone who cums so much—trust me, dear, i'm always impressed at how well you take me."

[baizhoobies]

Hello there 🌸✨

Welcome to my masterlist featuring all my works thus far…

All fics with a 18+ are NSFW, MDNI

𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

Waking up with… 18+

Kunikida x Reader Birthday Special 18+

Fukuzawa x f!Reader Mistakes 18+

Kunikida x gn!Reader headcanons

BSD Men’s Favourite Positions 18+

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

Neuvilette x f!Reader Just the Tip 18+

𝐇𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚

Coming soon… ♡

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫

Coming soon… ♡

𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

Coming soon… ♡

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

Event rules - OPEN

[baizhoobies]

hi there!! congrats on 200 followers ✨

fandom: hetalia

preferred gender: male

about me: my name is grey, i use they/them pronouns, and i'm a college student! i'm an ISFJ, and i'd describe myself as caring, introverted, passionate, sleepy, selfless, and artistic. i really enjoy the dark academia and space academia aesthetics. my hobbies include reading/writing, theatre, drawing, singing, napping, spending time with friends/my cat, and consuming my favorite media (anime, tb shows, etc.)! i'd prefer to spend quiet time with someone i love doing something lowkey or mundane, like watching a movie or coloring together, but i'm always down to tag along for a spontaneous adventure, too. :)

thank you so much, and congrats again!! :D

I match you up with . . . ♡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Roderich Edelstein (Austria) | Hetalia

And what a gentleman to be paired with. He shares similar personality traits with you, such as being passionate and being a bit of an introvert. I also seeing Austria fitting the best in terms of dark academia aesthetics too - as he is very much an academic, but in a artsy kind of way. He gives me music professor vibes honestly.

This leads me onto your similar hobbies! The both of you share a love of art and music. Picture this cute scenario: he is playing the piano whilst you’re singing, or he teaches you how to play. Austria is also known as a country who appreciates fine art and has produced many a talented painter - so I just know he would be more than willing to put his own talents to good work and paint/draw along with you.

PLEASE take him to one of those places where you can paint pottery together, its the perfect date. Its nice and quiet, the vibes are relaxed and its a good way to spend the time together whilst also doing your own thing. This man comes across as the type to enjoy a lot of parallel play. Just simply being in your company is enough. After getting your pottery back after glazing, if you painted a plate for example, he would absolutely hang it up on the wall. Or if you painted a vase, he would put in some of your favourite flowers, making sure that it is proudly on display. (Just keep it out of reach from Prussia asdfghjk)

He comes across as a bit aloof (kind of a jerk to the other countries) but that is mostly down to the other counties moronic shenanigans. But to his significant other, he is a lot more gentler and soft spoken. Due to your chill vibes, it gives him space and time to become comfortable around you and show a more sensitive side of himself. You bring out the best in him, and he takes note of that.

After a long hard day of dealing with his loud, irritating brothers and/or a meeting with the other countries, he would come home happily knowing that you were there waiting for him. If you are on the couch, he would flop onto your nap and demand that you read to him, which you do, and it wouldn’t take long for him to cuddle into you and fall asleep; but not before listening intently to your comforting voice.

A/N: thank you for your submission!! ✨

[baizhoobies]

HE IS IN LOVE.

summary: things the bsd men do that show how in love with you he is. featuring atsushi, akutagawa, dazai, chuuya, ranpo, and kunikida

contains: fluff, gender neutral reader. based off of “you are in love” by taylor swift

a/n: ahhh bsd they could never make me forget about you. reblogs are always appreciated <3

you can hear it in the silence. you can feel it on the way home. you can see it with the lights out. you are in love. true love.

—

he says “look up”, and your shoulders brush.

ATSUSHI points out anything and everything that is even slightly related to your relationship. you could be walking down the streets together and he’d suddenly point at a restaurant sign while talking excitedly, “remember how we had our first date there?!” or he’d point at a mannequin in a window and go “the color of the shirt is like those shoes you wore at ___!!” he loves you so evidently that you seep into everything he sees. for him, the world has never been so colorful.

—

no proof, one touch. but you felt enough.

AKUTAGAWA squeezes your hand three times to tell you he loves you. he’s fully aware it’s cliche as hell, but that’s never deterred him. he squeezes your hand at the most random times too. talking to a cashier? i love you. watching a film at your place? i love you. cooking in your kitchen? i love you. he may not always tell you with words, but akutagawa never fails to remind you that he loves you. you are always his favorite thing to think about.

—

morning, his place. burnt toast, sunday.

DAZAI wakes you up with three things: a kiss, a coffee, and an attempt at breakfast. keyword: attempt. bro cannot cook for shit, and he knows it, so he ends up just making you toast. it’s either barely toasted or it’s burnt, no in between. but, your coffee is always exactly how you like it, and he makes sure to write you a cheesy little note no matter what. the giggles you have at the sight of his toast makes up for the tiny bit of embarrassment he feels for still not having the toast method down. he loves you, and he knows you’ll always love him, no matter how shitty his cooking is.

—

you keep his shirt. he keeps his word.

CHUUYA swears to you before every mission that he’ll come back home to you. and he never fails. you are always on his mind, no matter how much danger he is in. he makes sure to fight long and hard if it means that at the end of the day, he gets to be in your arms. it even works for simpler things, like if he was too lazy to fill out his reports. all he has to do is remember that you’re at home waiting for him, and that gives him all the motivation he needs. they say home is where the heart is, and his heart belongs to you.

—

you two are dancing in a snow-globe round and round.

RANPO spontaneously dances with you whenever he thinks the atmosphere is pretty. when the first snowfall hit, he brought you out to dance. when there was a soft shower of summer rain, he brought you out to dance. when the sun shone through the clouds, he brought you out to dance. he doesn’t care about the lack of music or coordination. you could step on each other’s feet a thousand times, but he’d still wear the same joyous smile. no matter the weather, no matter how bad his feet might hurt after. he always thinks you’re the most beautiful when you’re dancing with him.

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and he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown.

KUNIKIDA has a little corner on his desk in the agency’s office basically dedicated to you. he has little trinkets you’ve given to him all laid out nicely, along with his favorite picture of you all framed. dazai teases him every time he walks by. kunikida tells him off each time, but he never removes anything off his desk. he glances at your picture every time he feels a little burnt out or tired. you keep him grounded, in a sense. you remind him about the reason why he’s doing all of this in the first place. there is good in the world. he knows that the world can be good because you were good to him. and he can only hope he’s been as good to you.

[baizhoobies]

YOUR DRAGON LOVER ♡︎

i NEED more dragon! zhongli and dragon! neuvillette content, so i decided to make some. hope you lovelies enjoy <3

tags: Zhongli, Neuvillette, dragon! zhongli, dragon! neuvillette, human! female! reader, fluff, cuddling, smut, monster fucking, overstimulation, breeding

-> your life turns upside down once you find out the man you're in love with is a dragon. however, this only betters your relationship in many different aspects, the bedroom being one of them.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI!

-> zhongli

being a mere mortal and dating the rex lapis, morax himself, had it's perks. for example, you had seen for the first time in your life what a dragon looks like up close.

everyone knew the god, skillfully masked as the businessman zhongli, had a dragon form. yet you didn't fully believe that he could transform back and forth between his mythical and human form, no, that was silly! you were too shy, perhaps even to embarrassed, to ask him in the first few months of you two dating wether this was true.

there were signs that the legends were true, of course. the way you would catch him slightly growl at unpleasant strangers in public, the sound coming out unhuman, animalistic even. his teeth were unusually sharp, too. whenever the two of you would find yourself kissing the night away, you'd slide your tounge against his larger fangs, always wondering why they were so pointy.

one day, after about 2 months of your relationship, you had decided to surprise him and make him some dinner before he returns home. you made your way over to his place, sliding the spare key he gave you into the lock and heading inside. to your surprise, someone was there - deep, loud snores were coming from the master bedroom.

"zhongli? love, are you in there?"

your grip tightened on the woolen basket in which you carried your ingredients for the dinner you planned. the snores were very loud and deep, and something about them told you it wasn't your boyfriend making them. the door of his bedroom was slightly open, making you take a little peek.

you're eyes shot up wide open as you saw the creature lounging on morax's bed, stepping back in shock. a mortified look spread on your face as your heart beat loudly against your chest like it wanted to escape. the creature was lizard-like, a dragon perhaps, with a long brownish body and golden scales. in shock, you yelped, which stirred the creature awake.

"z-zhongli..?" you ask, unsure if it was actually the man you love.

"hello, my dearest" he yawned, stretching large paws as he sat up. "what are you doing here?"

completely ignoring his question, you step closer, reaching out your hand to him almost as if you were checking what was before you was real.

"it is me, my love. i did not mean to startle you with my dragon form, you simply caught me off guard"

your hand makes contact with his nuzzle, petting him gently. even though this monstrous creature was certainly frightening, the eyes were like big pools of honey, sweet and warm and inviting.

it was him, you knew in your heart.

♡︎

two years have past and you have gotten more than used to your dragon lover. you didn't just get used to zhongli's dragon form - you loved it. he was so glorious and dignified, proud and gorgeous, yet fuzzy and cute, like a little puppy. anyone else would probably be mortified to be cuddling with a dragon adeptus as powerful as him, but zhongli wasn't a powerful adeptus to you; he was simply your boyfriend.

"awww... do you feel good, Li?" you ask as you pet his head, massaging around his two, golden horns. he awards your actions with a vibrating purr emerging deep from his chest. you were laid on your bed together, enjoying a simple afternoon of cuddles and pets. his much larger, although scaled down, dragon body laid behind you, his underbelly making a perfect headrest for your head.

the adeptus continued purring as you petted him some more, leaving a few kisses along his snout. to think that he looked this scary and mighty but behaved like a kitchen cat...

"i feel as if i'm floating, my dear. you truly know how to care for an old dragon like me.." he sighed, pushing his head in your lap. your plushy, half-exposed thighs made much better of a pillow than any silk one he ever tried, he remarked.

suddenly, you felt a soft sensation on the top of your head. you raise your gaze and realize his fluffy tail tried returning the favor and petting you back. you smile at the feeling, dragging your fingertips from the top of his head down his spine, following the growth of his golden scales. he shivered under your touches, visibly enjoying himself.

"oh, sorry" you mumble, immediately removing your hand from his back, thinking you had done something wrong. even though you were already used to his dragon form, you still hadn't learned by heart where you could touch and where you could not.

he grumbled low as soon as your hands were off his scaly skin, his tail wrapping around your hand and returning it to his spine.

"don't stop" he growled, as if he was desperate for more of your pets, "i have been alive for eons, beloved, and nothing in those few eons has ever felt as good as what you're doing to me. i am a god, my dear, and your touches are my heaven"

♡︎ (NSFW ahead)

one of the best parts of zhongli was his dragon form, you thought. how protecting and caring he was, how soft and affectionate he was, and most importantly, how good he fucked you.

it took a long time for you to get over your embarrassment and ask him to make love while he's in his dragon form. since he's an adeptus, the dragon form was more familiar and comfortable for him than the human form (no matter how good he looked in the human form). besides, the talk around town was that rex lapis' body was anatomically different than a human male one.

as you were now under him, you finally understood what they meant by "different".

"ahh! li! LI! oohhh, archons, please!" you cried in overstimulation as his two cocks filled your holes, each significantly larger than anything of a normal male.

"there aren't any archons here except me, beloved. they can't help you nor grant your wishes, only i can. so why don't you beg your archon, my dear?" the smirk on his snout was almost sadistic as he growled these words in your ear, each followed by a hard thrust. he was big even in his human form, but this was just impossible - he wasn't even halfway in, and you were pretty sure you could feel him in your lungs!

"ahhh! oh, zhongli! z-zhongli! AH! please! rex lapis, ohhh, please! MORAX! MORAX, I NEED YOU!" you cry and writhe under him as he fucks you. it feels so good that you can't help but move around and shake, almost as if the pleasure was too much for you to bare.

"such a good follower... my most devoted follower is asking for me and as your archon, i'll happily answer your call..."

he nipped at your soft body, leaving little bite marks as he went along.

"what is it that you want, my dear?" he asks, splitting you in half with his dicks as you come for the nth time tonight.

"need you... all of you... please, zhongli... ohhhhh, please.."

being consumated by an adeptus was an honor. and being bred by an archon? well, that was just unimaginable. yet here you were, under the geo archon, begging to give him heirs.

"i shall give you what you need, then..." he sighs as he buries his head against your bosom, resting as he suddenly stills and buries his cocks as deep as they could possibly go. he started coming, breeding you until there wasn't a drop of sweet release left in him.

when you finally caught your breath, zhongli curled his long body around your smaller one, soothing you to slumber with his fluffy tail.

you knew at that moment that he'd have to be in his dragon form more often when the two of you are being intimate.

-> neuvillette

finding out your boyfriend of many years was the great hydro dragon came as a surprise. when he told you the secret he's kept for years, you sat in silence, wondering how to process all of this. you felt confused, decieved, and most of all, scared. even though this was still neuvi, your neuvi, he was also the great hydro dragon, a powerful, significant beast.

"i don't want anything to change because of my other form", rasped neuvillette, his poolwater eyes begging for reassurance, "....i hope you know i love you just the same, my love. and i cincerely hope you can forgive me for my lies over the past few years"

you stayed quiet, wondering what you should say. this was definitely not how you imagined this tea in his living room would go.

"can i... see it?"

he blinked once or twice, processing your question silently.

"your dragon form, i mean." you offer him a reassuring smile, as he shakes his head in disbelief.

"if you wish. i don't want to frighten you, mon cherie."

he changes into his dragon form, leaving you breathless. the final result of the whole thing was much less scary than the transformation - watching the man you love grow scales and wings was a stomach-turning experience. finally, the handsome man before you was gone, and a very large dragon appeared.

you stayed quiet, reaching your hands to hold his large nuzzle. he leaned into your touches, closing his eyes as your hands made contact with him.

"hello" you whispered, as if greeting a new person in your life, as if it wasn't someone you loved for the past four years.

"hello, dragon sovereign"

his ears twitched at those words, his spine tingling at the feeling. oh, so he liked being called that.

"hello, mon cherie" he grumbled in return, nuzzling his head against your torso.

"you're beautiful" you whisper in his ear as you pet him gently. "your scales are so pretty, like the ocean... you're one gorgeous dragon, neuvi. there is no reason to hide this side of you."

he smiled warmly, enjoying your warm words and touches.

"why did you hide this from me...?" you ask quietly, scratching his underchin lovingly.

"i was afraid of how you will take it. not many would be okay with having any kind of relations with a dragon", he murmured into your embrace, "let alone romantic ones."

"i don't mind" you humm as you pet him.

"you're not scary at all, love"

♡︎

"how am i not heavy?!" you ask through a chuckle, spread on top of your dragon lover's back as he lounged in his bedroom.

"you weight like a feather, my love. what are you even doing up there, hm?"

you laugh as you play with his mane, twirling it around your fingers and smoothing it out.

"petting my favorite dragon"

"are you implying you know multiple dragons, mon cherie?" he chuckled as well, swaying his body a little and trying to shake your smaller body from his back. finally he shook you off him, your frame losing balance and rolling from your spot on his back. you fell right next to him, and he instantly repositioned his body to hold you.

neuvillette had so much work, always, that all he wanted to do in his free time was lounge and sleep. that's why he repositioned you slightly so you could lay on his arm, covering your body with one of his wings.

"mmm, neuvi..."

it was so sweet and funny to you how he held you. you had read in books and stories that said dragons were hoarders - teriorial animals who'd cherish their treasures and hold them tightly in their nest. which was exactly how neuvillette held you in your bed.

he may have been sleepy - but you weren't; and quite frankly, you were bored. you decided to turn a little more to him, kissing at his chest and underbelly while soothing his wings with your palms.

"how am i supposed to take a nap with you caressing me the way you are, my love?"

"c'mere, neuvi..." you softly murmur, manouvering yourself to sit up, and moving his head to your lap. "there, love, rest there."

and he did, falling asleep peacefully as he was petted in your lap, getting many kisses and praises in your safe arms.

♡︎ (NSFW ahead)

the best part about finally knowing this side of your lover finally happened once he got comfortable showing his dragon form to you. even though you initial reaction was that he's scary, you had second thoughts...

"neuvi, love, i know how uncomfy being in your human form all the time is... you don't have to for me, you know? i don't mind your true form..."

you said as neuvillette laid you down on the soft pillows in his bedroom, shirtlessly towering over you and ready to make love to you like there's no tomorrow.

"no, little one, you don't even know what you're asking for. i'll be too much for you to handle in my dragon form, darling, and i could never put my selfish needs and wishes before your safety"

your hand reaches for his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. you blush at the thought of him taking you in his dragon form - was it wrong for you to think that was kinda hot? many would be disgusted by the idea of being consumated by a beast, yet you loved it; he was your beast, after all.

"please, hydro dragon sovereign...", you whisper as you touch him, "be a little selfish, love. you deserve it. and don't worry about me, i can take it!"

his whole body shudders at the way you said his name, his self control holding on by a thread.

"i love your confidence, mon cherie, you are so adorable. yet, i'm afraid you can't handle all i'm able to give. my whole body is much bigger when i'm a dragon, you know that very well, and i wouldn't be able to fit you.."

your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him so close your noses were touching. he could feel your warm breath on his lips when you whispered:

"i'll make you fit.."

and his self control went flying.

so here you were, hours later, getting fucked into the matress by a large dragon. you lost count on how many times you came, your head hazy from all the pleasure. neuvillette held you in place in a mating press, fucking you like his sole purpose was to breed you. yet, he hasn't come yet, even after hours of your lovemaking.

"mmmphrr... neuvii~ ohhh.. ple- ahhh.."

your moans were uncoherent, your words slurred. at this point, you didn't even know your own name - you only knew his. your boyfriend smirked at the way you whined under him, nuzzling his snout against your neck.

"shhh... you asked for this, little one. now you will take all i'm giving you, hm? you will be good for me?"

"mhmmmm!!" you whine as he fucks you, your vision blurry from all the pleasure. your hands reach for his back, and you start caressing the area around his wings, massaging his back.

"fuck, little one.." he curses as he stills, pushing your legs to your chest and thrusting in you as deep as he'd go. he started coming with a long groan, fucking you through his high with shallow little thrusts, untill your womb was completely filled with his release. you felt full, hazy and warm, and he felt incredible, eyes filled with lust and adoration watching how your stomach bulged with his seed.

one day, he's gonna get your body swollen with more than just sweet release and give you a baby. a beautiful, half-dragon baby.

[baizhoobies]

congrats on 200 followers! ^o^

here’s my submission for the matchup event :3

i’m 22 my pronouns are she/they and i’m bi so gender doesn’t matter, i would like to choose genshin impact and bungo stray dogs as my fandoms!

about me: my mbti is ENFP, i’m a sagittarius sun, my lunar zodiac is a dragon, i’ve played violin for over a decade and have a deep love for all types of music (and i sing a lil too!), i’m a textiles major who likes to sew and cosplay, aaaaaand i have a love for history (especially the 1800s) :D

sorry if these were too random haha

I match you up with . . . ♡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Bram Stoker | Bungo Stray Dogs

Okay, hear me out. You guys are like sun and moon. Bram has been surrounded by nothing but bullshittery with the Decay of Angels, so having someone like an ENFP around him, would honestly be refreshing. As much as he is a sleepy head, he would appreciate your energy. Sagittarius suns are known to be extroverts, lively and enthusiastic - as much as he is the opposite of that, I feel like you’d balance each other out.

A big big reason why I paired you with Bram is for your musical talents. Its no secret that Bram’s weakness is music, so the fact that you not only can play the violin, but also a singer, makes him swoon. He would get you to either play the violin or sing right next to his coffin - either to put him to sleep or to simply hear you play.

As you are a huge fan of history, particularly the 1800s, Bram would be a perfect muse for you as he literally lived through it! Any questions you have regarding that era, Bram would answer. He may find it a little curious as to why you are interested, but he would answer honestly and to the best of his ability.

Please for the love of God, sew his coat up. Its literally in tatters and something tells me that he refuses to get rid of it. Something about ‘too much history’ behind it. So if you offer to sew it up, he may be hesitant, and maybe even refuse at first. But if he sees your talents first hand, he may let you. And when you do, he is smitten; he’s soooooo going to walk as if he’s on the catwalk, hair flipping and everything.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Yun Jin | Genshin Impact

So unlike Bram, you guys match with similar energies. Although she is dignified on the stage, she is very friendly and extroverted with the right people. The main reason why I paired you with Yun Jin is definitely for your musical talents.

So imagine this, she asks you to play the violin at one of her performances! Though of course her style is primarily traditional, she would adore to have her significant other there with her, and performing with her. Speaking of history, if her opera performances are historical based, the two of you can talk about the history to your hearts content!

As you mentioned your singing talents, imaging song rehearsals together. Yun Jin would encourage you to sing along with her, or to simply hear you sing. I can see her watching you proudly, rose tinted glasses and all. If ever you had any performances of your own, either singing or violin playing, she would absolutely pay top money to watch you.

SEW HER AN OUTFIT!! My goodness she would love it. For her performances, she would love to wear anything and everything that you sew her. Yun Jin would admire the fabrics you use, the artistry that went into creating the garment, and would be smitten with any little details you would include. She comes across as someone who might enjoy cosplaying too, no canon reasoning behind it, I just get that vibe!

A/N: Thank you for your submission! ♡ also, I made sure to look on a few websites regarding ages - all characters I include in my matchups are over 18 :)