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Normal people: look up an actor to see what other shows they've been in

Me: sees a hot character and immediately researches for fanfiction about them

It's an instinct now.

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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

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Ok guysssss

Nsfw under the cut

I’m totally thinking about reader watching as mori rides hirotsu, fucking bimself on his cock

🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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EW.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH ODA’S FEET 😭

PLS OMG THEYRE SO UGLY

I was about to go to sleep but then I saw this and now I'm too heartbroken to rest

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reblog to be eaten by this thing

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"He's a drawing..."

Yeah? So? I want his drawn dick inside me and a little speech bubble to pop up next to his head saying "nggh... f-fuck..."

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everyone should read Dazai's Entrance Exam (the original Azure Apostle/Messenger arc) because the amount of changes they made when adapting the plot to fit it into 2 episodes in the present instead of the past cannot be covered without basically doing a full recap of the entire book.

The intrigue is built around the uncertainty of who the Azure Apostle is. Not in a "who could this person be?" way, but in a "oh no, could the azure apostle really be Dazai testing the ADA's limits?" way.

Dazai tagging along Kunikida during the investigation is his entrance exam. There is no trust established yet. Everyone is on edge. Dazai seems to know more than he should, but never shares. Fukuzawa gave Kunikida a gun and told him to shoot Dazai dead if Dazai turns out to be bad news and a danger to the ADA and the city.

You as the reader know Dazai will join the ADA. If you watched the anime you know the big lines and how things end. Or do you, really? So many things are different in this version, is the ending gonna be the same? Your knowledge barely settles your nerves.

Read it. It's good. It's honestly among Asagiri's best in terms of plot structure and foreshadowing. It's an actual mystery. You will like it.

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What about a Soft-Dom!GN reader with Dazai,,,who spoils him with verbal praise 🥺? Thank you,,,

(I'm 22 <3)

My friend, it would be my absolute pleasure. I am on a humongous Dazai kick at the moment and this request had me running to my laptop.

Pairing: SoftDom!GN!reader x Sub!Dazai

Content Guidance: NSFW. Jerking him off in the ADA office. Praise kink. Soft Dom reader. Sub Dazai. Approx 1500 words.

Good Boys Get Belly Rubs

Dazai appeared to be slacking off again but when it came to him you knew better than to believe your eyes. He was always doing something. 

As far as you were aware, you were the only two people in the Armed Detective Agency's office. Everyone else was out working on cases and following leads. You tried to stay focused on your task– writing a very important report on the cannibalism incident on behalf of one Ranpo Edogawa (which, the top detective had insisted, couldn't possibly be done by anyone else but you) but you found your gaze consistently drawn toward Dazai.

He lay belly-down on the office's couch, kicking his feet back and forth like a schoolgirl on a particularly juicy phone call. His eyes were closed, and he was humming softly to himself and smiling. His fingertips rested on the headphones nestled inside his ears, and faint, tinny voices could be heard coming from the device in his pocket.

He was completely engrossed in whatever it was he was doing and… entirely adorable. 

“God, you're so cute.” 

You weren't exactly sure what compelled you to mutter those words aloud, but the moment you let them loose, Dazai's head whipped round, his grin spreading as fast as the heat across your face. 

You just about died inside. “No. No-no-no you weren't meant to hear that.”

“But I did!” He smirked proudly, raising onto all fours and turning round with his usual brand of somehow graceful gangliness. “You think I'm cute?”

The heat pricked along your throat. “You had headphones in, you creep. How are you always aware of everything?”

“Because I never know when a– frankly quite charming– office clerk is going to confess their feelings for me, and today, it seems, is that day.” He hopped up from the couch and strode over to your desk, where you were hiding your head behind your hands. 

He slid his hands in his pocket, leaning a hip against your desk and crossing his ankles. “You're even more charming when you're flustered, by the way. It's quite a skill. A deadly one at that. How am I supposed to resist?”

“You're too much, Dazai,” you sighed, melting a little despite yourself beneath his soft, brown gaze.

“I don't know, you look like you can handle a lot…” A corner of his mouth lifted slightly above the angle of his usual affable smile. “So, what do you say? You buy me lunch and I… I continue being cute?”

“Are you going to ask me to commit double suicide with you?”

“Would you say yes?”

“No.”

“Shucks. Then I guess it's just lunch,” he said, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. But his apparent disappointment vanished as soon as it appeared. “Lunch with a coworker… who thinks I'm cute.”

“Stop.”

“Heh.” He grinned again, his charm returning tenfold. There was just something about Dazai. No matter how annoying he was being, there was still always something endearing about him. Perhaps it was his boyish smile, his shaggy hair you just wanted to run your fingers through and pull on, perhaps the chronic emotional unavailability, the mysterious past, or maybe it was all of it. But attraction to Dazai was like death and taxes.

“Please say it again,” he said, as he sat in the chair at the opposite side of your desk and leaned forward to rest on his elbows. “Just one more time… for me. Tell me I'm cute. Call me… Cutie-kun.”

“You are cute,” you conceded. “You're like a puppy. One who hasn't been properly socialized.”

“Does that mean you're about to leash and collar me and smack me with a newspaper?”

You crinkled your nose in playful disagreement. “Eh… I'm more into praise and belly rubs.”

His eyes widened barely perceptibly, but you caught it. A low chuckle escaped him and he leaned forward, cradling his chin on the backs of his interlocked fingers and arching his eyebrow. “Oh? Well now. This is getting much more interesting than I anticipated.”

“Now, Dazai, you didn't expect me to be a flustered mess for you all the time, did you?”

He laughed and leaned in conspiratorially, his breath warm against your lips. “Maybe we skip lunch? Savory food always sits heavy in my stomach anyway and I did have a big breakfast. We could just go straight to dessert–”

“Dazai?”

“Hm?”

“Hush for a second.”

You weren't sure who closed the distance first. Both you and Dazai leaned in, eyes heavy-lidded as you breathed the same heated air. Relief tangled with the nervousness of the first kiss between you, the sudden shift of a boundary and the sheer joy of having new territory to explore. And then his lips; soft, warm, and smiling against yours. You lost yourselves in the kind of kiss which doesn't break, neither of you pulling back to draw air. You didn't even break it as you climbed onto your desk and down the other side to straddle his lap, running your fingers through that shaggy brown hair you'd wanted to touch since day one. 

His slender hands gripped your waist, his tongue surprisingly shy until you coaxed it out with the hungry caresses of your own.

It was wholly irresponsible; you needed your job at the ADA. He knew it and so did you. But the threat of being caught only intensified it all. Kunikida could walk in at any second and tear you both a new one, but as you pressed your teeth into Dazai’s lower lip and he let out a stifled moan of pleasure against your mouth, you didn’t give a single crap about anything else. 

Your hands skated beneath his waistcoat, tugging free the shirt beneath and unbuckling his belt. “This okay?” you said, your words a whisper carried on your desperate breaths.

“God… yes… keep going. Keep going.” 

You’d never seen him in such a state before. Every word was hard-won, punctuated by gasping breaths. He blushed so sweetly; a soft dusting of pink just above his cheekbones. All that suave confidence, his general air of being in complete control, slipped the moment your fingertips rasped against the sparse trail of coarse hair trailing down from his navel.

“Hoh!” He gasped, his throat flexing beneath his bandages. “Belly rubs… definitely… hah… nice.”

A smirk tilted your lips as your hands dipped beneath the hem of his trousers. “Yeah? You gonna start barking, Cutie-kun?”

“Howling.” His lips sought yours once more as you wrapped your fist around the base of his cock. Whatever his next words were, they were urgent, stifled, and intelligible as you kissed him again, slowly and gently stroking his hardening cock.

A low groan escaped him, rumbling from deep within his chest before it trailed off into the most pitiful and desperate whine.

“That feel good?” you asked.

He nodded, for once in his life completely unable to answer back. His lips parted as your other hand caressed his lower belly, feeling the taught muscle and sinew twitch beneath your fingers. He surrendered control so eagerly, his expression both tormented and peaceful. He seemed to find comfort in submission, in letting you take command of his pleasure. 

“You’re gonna have to cum quickly before someone catches us. Can you do that for me?”

Another nod, his head lolling back as his hold on your hips tightened. 

“Good,” you said, reveling in his ruin. “I wish you could see yourself right now, Dazai. You’re so beautiful, blushing so prettily for me.”

“Fuck…” he moaned, covering his blushing face with his hands.

“Oh, I think someone likes being praised,” you chuckled, maintaining the steady rhythm of your strokes. Leaning in to whisper, you let your lips graze the sensitive spot beneath his ear. “Do you like being told you’re a good boy, Osa-chan?”

His body jolted beneath you, his hand leaving his eyes to grip your shoulder. “Nghh, fuck…”

“Such a good, beautiful boy with such a nice wet cock.”

A choked cry escaped Dazai’s lips and he quickly reached down to lift his shirt to his chest, barely making it in time before his cum sprayed across his twitching belly. “Oh fuck oh fuck ohh–”

“Shh shh,” you stifled his cries by kissing him once more, letting him whine and whimper into your mouth. Stroking his throbbing dick through the peak of his orgasm with one hand, you smeared his spend across his abdomen with the other. His thighs trembled beneath you, hips bucking and stuttering, thrusting his cock against your palm.

When he stilled beneath your touch, you released his cock, cupping his face between your palms and kissing his cupid’s bow. “Good boy.”

He smiled so peacefully, enjoying those moments of complete bliss, of being taken care of. 

“Thank you,” he uttered, eyes hazy in the wake of pleasure. “I needed that.”

“Anytime. You still wanna grab lunch?”

“Yeah…” He released a long breath and ran his hands through his hair before glancing at the mess on his belly and pulling his shirt down over it. “I’ll be heading to the race track after. Something tells me that it's best that I go there on a full stomach.”

 

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i love reading my old smut i had forgotten about like a new fanfiction and giggling as if i didnt literally write it

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ONGGGGG

Friendship is not background noise to your love life!!!! Friends are not secondary characters in your romance plot!!!!

Fall in love with your friends! Treat them well! Treasure your friendships!

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skk but dressed as actual mafiosi

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its impregnate that man monday ladies and gentlemen.

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Stop omg

Oh my god he’s just a baby

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HELP ME HAHAJAJSKS

guys i literally just searched “nanami edit” what tf is this 😭

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*moans*

Cleaning himself after the crime

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Stop omg tears in my eyes

I love Ranpo looking at the police asking them how many of them has he helped. Even correctly identifying them.

It gives me Sam Rami Spiderman vibes. Specifically the scene where the civilians are throwing things at Green Goblin.

The "you mess with Spidey, you mess with New York."

One of my favourite scenes.

I love that scene with Ranpo because it shows that the agency has helped so many people.

They've touched the lives of so many people.

Imagine... Kunikida's former students remembering how many times he was there for them.

His old college remember his bold and bright personality, how even when he dropped out they knew he'd go far.

There's many complaints against Dazai but people also recall when he's made them laugh.

How he'd goof off and reassure them things were okay, when they felt anything but.

Everyone in Yokohama knows Kenji, they look at the containers of leftovers and their house plants that have never looked healthy before.

Even on the worst days, his smile was always kind.

People remember Yosano barging into hospitals and advocating for them.

They remember her strength and her kindness, how they were in pain but they weren't alone.

They remember how Junichiro was fiercely protective. How he'd listen patiently to their stories.

He'd stay on the line longer and help them calm down.

Fukuzawa rarely showed up but everyone felt at ease the moment he arrived.

He was always a kind and calm presence, he'd sit by your side and tell you that he'd protect you no matter what.

And you'd believe him.

People remember Kyouka, she didn't say much but she was a protective presence. They remember that they felt safe around her, like nothing could hurt them.

People remember Atsushi, this sweet kid who'd scare off abusers one minute than comfort the victim.

There was no judgement, an understanding in his eyes and he'd stay as along as you needed.

They weren't monsters, they weren't the bad guys they were being painted out to be.

The Agency loves Yokohama but more than them, the people of Yokohama love them.

And no one messed with them and got away with it.

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Omg I love this but also make Dazai fuck sigma

hello beloved mutual

I've currently been thinking about Dazai teaching Sigma how to have sex properly

idk if it would be more accurate for it to be Dazai's s/o or Sigma's because I think they'd both be kinda possessive, or fuck it, poly sigzai

author's note: hiiiii, not going to lie rn, I was screaming when I received your ask lol. I was waiting to talk to you once I became your mutual but never knew how so I'm pretty excited lmao.

i've made this pretty short just to get the idea out, but i might do a one shot on this soon.

trigger warning + content: fem reader, voyeurism, (somewhat) jealousy, mention of poly relationship, fingering, sharing is caring basically.

i've always imagined this scenario in my head but I feel like before the three of them actually got into a poly relationship it would start off as just dazai and his partner.

he would be possessive at first, most definitely, and especially after noticing how smitten Sigma looks around you. He would find it really amusing if you weren't his.

i can see dazai doing the most just to let Sigma know you're taken, but that doesn't make Sigma's feelings die down at any moment.

so, dazai decides to take it a step further. He would change his mind only to see how far Sigma would actually go with you, if you agree.

it would be stupid of him to not propose the idea after seeing your flustered expression a few times when you're around the other man. so, once you agree, it's over.

he would make Sigma sit right next to you both as he has you spread out for both of them to see your body properly. Dazai's hands feel more rough than usual as he maps out your body, slowly inching towards your cunt.

there's a flush on Sigma's face but his eyes remain glued on your body, looking at how Dazai begins to tease your entrance, coating his fingers properly before pushing two inside of you. he could swear his cock twitched at the whimper that he heard in that moment.

"see? it's not that hard, just make sure your fingers are wet enough before you finger her. don't want you hurting my girl."

his voice is nonchalant as he explains the process, although there's a small bit of appreciation behind the word "my". the tips of his fingers are already curling upwards and finding that spot inside of you within seconds. he knows your body too well by now and he's making sure to show it off.

"that's- that's how i should...?"

sigma's voice trails off a certain insecurity, watching carefully as dazai continues to plunge his fingers in and out of your cunt, seeing the arousal glisten between your folds, coating his fingers even more than before.

"wanna try?"

there's a broken moan that leaves your lips as dazai removes his hand away, yours not even having enough time to grab his wrist and avoid his fingers from pulling out.

"c'mon, give her a try before i show you how to stretch her out with your cock."

sigma's face has never been any redder before, but the ache between his thighs is proof enough he needs to touch you and finish this mess you all three have started.