#( belladonna me one more time I dare you!!!!!! )

[pastel-rights]

Sweet prince(ss) this, belladonna that, miss journalist here, my beloved there… do you even KNOW my name???

[crystallizedtwilight]

Lock is super cute n all but Barrel is all that AND a bag of beans (a.k.a. he's really nice)... kind of feels like barrel deserves better sometimes ....(this isn't said in bad faith to you, the artist, btw! I'm only shaking the angst jar a bit)

Lock thinks so too.

Of course Barrel has better options. Belladonna or, hell, just about anyone.

Lock thinks that maybe Barrel would find it easier to wake up next to someone who doesn’t accidentally scratch him with their claws during a nightmare, maybe someone of his own species, or someone who is generally more…pleasant and effortless.

So Lock puts the distance between them before someone else does. He hates it, surrendering the best thing that ever happened to him, but after wasting so much of his time, doesn't he at least owe Barrel this? The chance to be happier with someone better?

He turns distant, cold, avoidant. Enough for Barrel to ask, "Hey, what's wrong?" And Lock realizes that, truly, he must be the most selfish creature in the world for not just saying I'm fine.

Lock wanders so dangerously close to speaking his heart that he panics, turning to run like he always did when he came close to acknowledging why. But Barrel catches him around the waist, voice soft and desperate, as he says more to himself than to Lock,

"I've let you run too many times."

Lock flails and sobs and sinks his teeth into the forearm that binds him across the chest.

"You can bite me if you want, but you’re going to listen to what I have to say," Barrel tells him low and steady, "I would rather wake up next to you with scratches than unscathed next to anyone else.” 

"Why?" Lock sobs, asking the question furiously, frustrated. It just didn't make sense. He wasn't worth it and he wished Barrel would just tell him what he already knew.

But when Barrel speaks his voice is so desperate, so fiercely certain, that Lock is inclined to listen.

“Because there’s no one like you, Lock. You’re fun...and spirited...and always up for a laugh. You’re open to anything which makes every day with you an adventure. You’re one of two people in this world who’s been through hell and back with me and yet you still approach life with so much enthusiasm. I know you kept me safe from the worst of Oogie, and you kept this trio together like it was your mission. Every good thing I have is because of you. You’re bright and exciting and the most mesmerizing person I’ve ever met. You’re incredible in more ways than you know and when I’m with you I feel like I’m home. Every day I wake up feeling so lucky you even let me hold you. And I…I didn’t say it for so long because I know you didn’t want to hear it, but fuck that…I love you. I’ve always loved you. It’s always been you, Lock.”

Lock sobs into Barrel's forearm and Barrel presses his forehead to the back of Lock's neck, letting him. The grip becomes an embrace, and Lock is weak in his arms. He lets his weight drop and Barrel lowers them to the ground. When Barrel speaks again, the tears have caught up with him as well.

"So don't you dare tell me you're not good enough."

[ravencincaide]

Welcome to the magic shop

Summary: In which Dazai reminds you that no matter how amazing you were at illusions, magic and other trinkets and how important your job was to you, he’d still find ways to grasp a hundred and ten percent of your attention.

Pairing: Dazai x Fem!reader,

Inspired by Kinktober prompt 7:  Stuck in a wall 

Warnings: 18 + minors DNI! Contains: stuck-in-wall, cursing, unprotected sex, possessiveness and hint at cum-display, hint at voyeurism/public sex-kinda, fingering, ass-slapping, begging, naughty ideas,

It's a little rushed but I still hope you enjoy it ~

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“ Welcome to Laughs and Cries magic shop, how can I help you?” 

“ Where’s Y/n?” 

“ Oh she’s in the back- Boss?!” the frantic yelling of the young man brought you out of your thoughts. You could make out mutters of apologies and excuses from the young man who was both your employee, store manager and apprentice in one as he attempted to prevent the great Dazai Osamu from entering the back area where you worked. 

“ It’s okay” you called your eyes, never once leaving the black box in front of you “ In here Dazai!” 

It didn’t take long for your lover to find you; wrapping his arms around you from behind he pulled you closer, expecting you to turn around in his arms and greet him with a kiss. You however, did no such things, being too busy to study the manual in your hands. This earned you an exaggerated sigh as Dazai buried his face in your neck, kissing the skin there impatiently. 

“ What tinklet is more important than me, this time, my Belladonna?” he was bored, clearly not seeing the appeal in the table-box construction you were so fascinated by. 

“ This” You spread your arms out to point out the lengths of the box “ Is for the most iconic magic trick in history!” 

“ Spitting fire?” 

“ How dare you?” you playfully slap Dazai’s arm around your waist, then untangle them from you before moving closer to the box and shifting it slightly, prying it open in half. You move the second half out of the way. Then turned one side so it was right way up, revealing three holes in one side of the box and then a larger hole at the opposite end for the rest of the body. 

Dazai continued to regard you with careful eyes, not showing a sign of understanding. You made an exaggerated sigh and opened the box, revealing a soft satin material underneath. 

“ Here hold this lid.” you said, grabbing Dazai’s hand and replacing your hand with his. “ Whatever you do, don't close it.” 

You proceeded to climb onto the table beside the box, then you stepped into it. Crouching down you sat down in the middle, knees to the chest. You then moved to stretch your legs out through the large hole, scooting back until you could fit your head through the larger of the holes on the opposite end. You paused for a second, following Dazai’s gaze to your chest. When you laid down the front of your dress had moved downwards, revealing a large part of your sheer red lace bra. Enough to see well the outline of your breast and the very edge of your nipples. Then the flimsy material of the yellow sundress took over. Rather than adjust your dress you shifted your eyes back to Dazai’s, then to the bob of his adams apple as he swallowed thickly. 

You were safe, you were with Dazai. And Magic would never work without distractions. you threaded your hands through the remaining two holes. Your chest and most of your torso lay on the soft material of the box. Your legs hung through the large hole on the opposite end, swaying inches above the ground. If you really tried then you could get the bottom of your heels to scrape the ground. 

Dazai leaned closer, his hot breath hit your face. Your eyes darted from his eyes to his lips and then back again. 

“ What happens if I close the lid?” Dazai asked as his other hand reached out, ghosting over your throat, lingering over your pulse for a second before shifting to the sharp outline of your collarbone. Then his fingers moved lower ghosting over your bra, trailing the outline of your breasts. You sucked in a breath, watching the completely relaxed expression on his face; a soft smile, half lidded eyes. One could think you weren’t doing anything inappropriate. 

You fixed him with a pointed look, a tiny bit of fear mixing with arousal. Rather than show it, you pointed your chin up in mock confidence  “ Then I can’t get out.” 

“ Is that so?”  the relaxed expression was replaced with a playful smirk on his lips that made a heat pool in the pit of your stomach. They were just inches in between you, yet the distance felt greater. 

Boom. Clack. 

Your eyes widened as the lid shut, leaving you, quite literally, in Dazai’s mercy. 

“ Seriously Dazai?” You asked, your eyes watching his every move until he was covered by the box. But you could feel him, feel his hands on your legs, stroking your thighs through the dress. “ Come on if you’re horny lets go ho-

You didn’t manage to finish your sentence as your lover stuck his hands under your dress, hooking long fingers in the edge of your panties before tugging them off in one swift motion, throwing them to the side. 

“ Dazai!” you yelped, trying to cross your legs only for his hands to settle back onto your thighs, massaging the skin. Then he moved to tuck your dress into the edge of the box, out of the way. A sly finger trailed down from your hipbone to your pussy, the between the tip of his finger just barely reaching your clit, ghosting over it. You felt your body responding, the ache between your legs growing. Your cheeks flushed dark red, your breathing growing deeper. 

“ Hey Dazai, It’s not funny anymore” Your voice taking on a mixture of panic and arousal “ What if someone sees us?” 

“ Let them,” he said uncaringly, pressing kisses to your thighs. “ They’ll be jealous of the things I can do to you. Or I’ll take care of it later- you trust me right, baby? Now come on Belladonna spread those legs wider, I wanna see that pussy twitch when you come for me” 

You bit your lip before doing what he asked of you. You were rewarded with two digits pushing into your hole. You threw your head back, your breaths coming out as ragged pants. Your hips moving with each through of his fingers. The wet, sloppy sounds of him finger-fucking you just turning you on even more. 

“ God-ah you’re insaahne” You muttered in between moans and trying to keep them as quiet as possible. You failed, letting you a loud one  as he stroke just the right place inside you while his other hand played with you clit just right- the way you like it- hard and rough. 

“ Oh god” you cried, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. “ You’re wild today baby” you breathed  “ Ahh don’t stop”

“ Wasn’t planning on in” he replied as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“ Ahh Dazai, oh you make me feel soo good” you moaned encouragingly “ Yes baby, just like that I’m coming for you, can you feel it? How wet you made me- only you Dazai” You heard him groan, muttering words of praise as you came around his fingers. 

Your body shook in ecstasy. All the workday worth of tension leaving you with just that one orgasm. Feeling almost drunk, or high you closed your eyes, salvaging the moment. Dazai didn’t give you much rest, his soaking fingers soon replaced with the tip of his rock hard dick. Pushing in and out of your entrance, a teasing preview of what was to come. You whined, trying  to buck your hips up. He responded by pulling out of you completely. Only when you’d lie still he’d push just a tiny bit back inside you. 

The teasing frustrated you especially since you knew how good he felt inside you. 

“ Damn it baby put it in me, fuck me hard” you wiggled your hips again to meet his lengths, only to growl when you couldn’t get much closer. 

Damned box. 

“ You’re such a good slut today Bella, so eager. Look at you spreading those legs for me- so dripping wet, I should have fucked you here much sooner if I knew you were gonna behave like this” Dazai raised one of your legs up, resting your ankle on his shoulder before giving one of your ass cheeks a hard slap.  

“ Dazai please” 

“ Shh Belladonna you don’t want your apprentice to hear how much of a slut you are for my cock- right?” Although he said that, you felt him slam into you then pull completely out of you. 

“ Oh god!” you moaned then bit your lips in a feeble attempt to keep quit. He was right, you weren’t alone in the magic shop. Fuck. “ Please” you said much quieter, going insane by the emptiness inside you. “ Dazai baby I need you” 

“ my my Bella What a naughty whore you are” Dazai slapped your ass again before he pushed himself inside your pussy. Pulling out he slammed back in with force, settling for a torturously slow pace that was driving you both insane. “ You feel so good around me, belladonna, you take me in so well just like that” 

Lowering your leg from his shoulder he wrapped them both around his waist. You were eager to bring him closer, urging him to go faster into you. Neither of you lasted long under the circumstances. 

Dazai was first to come, barely slowing down until the last of his cum filled you up. He kept pumping into you, his fingers rubbing your clit as you twisted and panted beneath him, your orgasm close. His lips uttered praises and insults urging you even closer. While he made sure you could feel his seed leaking out of your hole, using his fingers to smear it all over you pussy, a dirty act of possessiveness. Still it was sufficient for you to come undone even harder than the time before, your body a shivering, quivering mess, your senses completely filled with your lover, with Dazai. 

Only once he was certain you were satisfied did Dazai pull out of you before dropping onto his knees, He rubbed his cheek on your thighs before placing a kiss on the tender skin, his gaze onto your combined mess between your legs- and on them. 

“God you’re amazing, love- your pussy is divine” another kiss this one longer and more loving. 

You rolled your eyes in slight annoyance, waves of tiredness washing over you “ You better appreciate it, Dazai. Not everyone gets to cum like you do, with no condom on” 

“ Would you like me to- to wear one I mean?” he sounded surprised, perhaps a little hurt too. 

“ Would you actually keep it on?” you asked lightheartedly, a hint of teasing in your voice.

Dazai didn’t reply as he continued watching his cum leaking out of you. He watched for a few more moments before he reached over for a napkin, wiping the excess off. After a moment Dazai threaded your legs through your panties and pulled them up your legs onto their rightful place.  As if nothing happened he flipped the dress back down before getting himself cleaned up. You waited  patiently until Dazai finally opened the lid of the box. Giving you a hand, he helped you climb down. Once your feet were firmly on the floor, you could feel gravity shifting the remaining cum inside you, making it pool on your panties. 

Damned kinky bastard. 

You glared up at him only to receive an innocent smile in return, while his hands reached towards your ass. Not buying it, you slapped his hands away from yourself. Dazai pouted, his pout only growing as you detach yourself from him. 

“ What’s the other side for?” He asked as he stared at the other half of the box, which you had pushed to the opposite side when you started with your demonstration. His sudden curiosity made you laugh while shaking your head. 

“ The magic box is for an illusion, to cut someone in half” you explained “ the ehhh ‘our’ side of the box is where one magician apprentice lays, folding her legs under the table. The second apprentice lays in a similar way in the other box, just legs sticking out through the holes while the rest of the body is inside. When the boxes are together it looks like one whole person making it perfectly safe to conduct your illusion” 

The look on Dazai’s face showed un-keen interest which made you feel somewhat cautious. You have every right to be “ Or a perfect Bj for all right? Like a reverse glory hole” He declared with a perverse grin.

“ A reverse what?!- you know, never mind” you stated heading back towards the front of the store. Pushing back the curtain which separated your workspace from the rest of the store your eyes scanned for your apprentice. You found him crouched in the opposite corner furthest from you, stocking books on one of the lowest shelves. Bright red ears were the only thing visible of him. 

“ Hey” you called. You heard Dazai chuckle beside you as you both watch the young man drop everything in his hands to the floor. Before scrambling to try and pick it all up while still avoiding looking at you.

“ Y-yes boss?” 

“ Can you call the client and let him know that there’ll be a delay with the magic box, say two days? Compensate him fairly if he complains, alright?” Taking Dazai’s hand in your own you whisper only loud enough for him to hear “ You wanted to try some things with the other half- right?” 

The grin on his face was all the answers you needed.  

[railleriee]

Reader cockwarming dazai during a meeting and Kunikida notices during the end aka he caught them plss and thank you (you don't have to do this btw)

This took me so long to write omg. I wanted to try a different writing style with this one, lmk if you like it or i should stick to the usual layout!

Reader doesn't use pronouns, although they do wear a skirt!

Character: Osamu Dazai

Warnings: cockwarming, teasing, public-sex, getting caught, etc.

The idea was incredibly stupid. The thought crossed over your mind hundreds of times within the hour. As much as you tried to push the idea to the back of your mind, his voice was on constant replay. 

“I’d be fun, belladonna. Why don’t we give it a try?” 

The comment came so suddenly, just like the blush that creeped upon your cheeks. You knew Osamu was one to try different things to spice up your sex-life. Although, you also knew what a big tease the man was. You were skeptical at first, a slight gasp escaping your lips when the question was brought up out of the blue. The smirk on Dazai’s face didn’t help with your reaction. 

A place such as the agency office was no place to bring your sex-life into. Not only surrounded by the agency members, but also the office workers who wandered the building in search of new work. I’d be foolish to accept such an outrageous request, knowing full well the two of you would get caught. 

The warmth within your legs was telling you otherwise. The meeting started in approximately 5 minutes, and the request came an hour ago. As much as you want to deny Dazai the satisfaction of getting you riled up, the pit in your stomach was a sign you might not be able to make it until your shift was over. 

“Don’t you dare try anything funny.” 

Another smirk falls on his lips, as you bring him in by the collar of his shirt. Pulling away shortly after, making his way towards the meeting room, he opens the door holding his hand out as a sign to enter. 

Taking the seat farthest away from most, less likely to be seen. Dazai quickly takes a seat at one of the heads of the table, patting his lap for you to join him. The agency members start to filter in one-by-one, they take their seats. Nothing seems out of the ordinary to them. 

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable in your own chair, y/n?” 

Glancing up at the sweets enhanced boy to the side of the table, a questioning look on his face with a lollipop stick hanging out the side of his mouth. Not able to form words at the anticipation of dazai’s fingers running along the hem of your skirt. You leave Ranpo with a smile and a slight shake of your head sending him a quick “nope” indicating you will be fine. 

The meeting quickly commences, Fukuzawa talks as Dazai traces shapes across your thighs. Any information shared by the group goes from one ear out the other. From below you, Dazai makes sure you are fine with the events that are soon to occur. With a quick nod of your head, and continued teasing from Dazai, he slips his cock out, pushed flush up against his chest as he pulls you closer to him, trying to conceal any sign of something as sinister as this is happening. 

Shortly after, Dazai manages to slip it in with ease. A slight gasp escapes your lips as you adjust to his size, earning a glance from kunikida who’s sitting slightly to the side of the two of you. The meeting continues as normal. Dazai occasionally adjusts his hips from side-to-side. You’re starting to think he wants you to get caught. 

Whines kept in by a bite of your thumb, trying to tease Dazai back but failing miserably, only making it worse for yourself. He’s so deep inside, although he isn’t moving, the urge to come undone on spot is high. The pressure of him inside of you and the thought of being caught is almost too much. Many confused glances from kunikida are covered up by slight smiles. 

Dazai continues the conversation as if he isn’t inches deep inside you. Easily able to answer questions and contribute ideas towards the upcoming mission. Although when questions are shot your way, coughed answers and slight scrunched faces are all you can make out as Dazai bucks up into you.

An hour later the meeting came to a close. The members who once were crowded in the small room all quickly filter out. Leaving the two of you alone.  Dazai kisses your forehead, words of praise slipping from his mouth. Repeating how good you feel around him, along with how proud he was of you. Forehead to forehead you finish the job, out of breath and sweaty as you remove yourself from him. 

Straightening out your now wrinkled shirt, running fingers through your hair to tame the mess created. You help your lover straighten out his tie and flatten his trench coat. A quick kiss to the lips before leaving to return to your desks. Feeling accomplished at your ability to not get caught. 

Kunikida emerges from Fukuzawa’s office. Mountains of paper in his arms, covering his face as he walks. Dropping them all on your connected desks. He glances at the two of you before rolling his eyes. Dazai lets out a loud whine, beginning to argue with the blonde in front of him about the amount of paperwork. He begins to walk away, rolling his eyes at his annoying colleague before stopping and turning back your way. 

“Next time you decide to have intercourse, please do it somewhere that isn’t the agency.”

[fyodorloveclub]

It's like 6am now but brain is Thonking Things and I gotta get them out before I forget them

The thought of the day is: getting pregnant with twins

I just know oda would be the happiest out of them all to find that out, like we were supposed to have only one child but now we're getting a bonus one too?? We get to take care of two more kids?? Best day of his life. As soon as you tell him you're gonna have twins I can see him looking at you with his usual neutral face like this 😐 while you can hear the cogs spinning in his brain for a moment as he processes what you said fdjsjdj then a moment later he comes to terms with the fact that the two of you have really been blessed and he hugs you close to himself and tells you how happy he is and how much he loves you with a bit of a wobbly voice bc he's just that happy🥺 the next day he's going to his usual restaurant to tell the owner and the orphans how they're going to have two new friends soon

Dazai would be kinda shocked bc we're gonna have two mini demons running around the house instead of just one??? Am I gonna have to share my belladonna's affections with both of them??? On the outside he's going to act like a clown as usual, telling everyone in the ada about the news and having kunikida nag him for hours everyday bc DON'T YOU DARE MAKE YOUR CHILDREN BECOME SUICIDE MANIACS LIKE YOU!! cjsjsjs But on the inside, having a child with you was already a big choice that required lots of trust for him, but after he hears the news and accepts them he goes to oda's grave and tells him as well, he tells him that he's finally settled down with you and is going to have a family and how happy he is to get to do this this you. "I hope you're proud of me, Odasaku."

Chuuya was already reluctant having just one child with you bc he's a mafia executive and he knows his profession/position could endanger you (not that he'd ever let someone hurt you ofc) but then the two of you agreed to try and have one child to see how the situation would change. He didn't expect that at all when you told him you were having twins, he just stared at you with a mix of joy and shock and he didn't even know what to say. He didn't want to upset you so first he might go to kouyou to talk about his concerns, and after she reassures him that everything will be alright he comes back home and swears to himself to do everything he can to help you throughout the pregnancy and after the children are born. Once he's holding both of them for the first time in his arms he might try to act all tough but then he slowly breaks down into tears and cries with you

Now for fyodor, everything he does is calculated, so having you get pregnant might also have been a calculated act on his part. He decided that this time would be the best for the two of you to have a child bc his plans wouldn't interfere with the pregnancy and viceversa so he bred you extra hard yk djsksks what wasn't calculated tho was you having twins. He knew it was a possibility ofc but he didn't expect that to actually happen. He is obviously happy and gives you lots of praise and patience throughout the pregnancy, making sure your health is at its peak at all times and spoiling you with whatever you might want on your bad days. He might find it endearing when you're so close to crying bc your belly is too big and you can't koala-hug him on his lap anymore jdjsjsdjs you know that some people put headphones on their belly to make the child listen to music? He does that too with you but in the extra fancy way that is playing the cello next to your bed. I'm trying so hard to keep this sfw but my brain keeps chanting pregnancy sex pregnancy sex djdjsjdj

- 💍

my brain is also chanting pregnancy sex at all times always and forever. also everything utc because this got long as per usual

and you're so fucking right abt all of them kfljslf;ksjkd oda would be ECSTATIC because. idk if he necessarily wants a big family but he wants more than one, though the thought of you suffering multiple times for multiple babies is so painful for him. so the fact that you're getting TWO babies for the pain of only one pregnancy makes him soooo happy like it's probably everything he could've asked for. and when you're freaking out bc you were already worried about keeping up with care for one baby and now there's gonna be two, he easily calms you down and assures you he's gonna be there every single step of the way bc you're a team. and even tho any mention of the orphans fills me with debilitating pain it melts my fucking heart thinking abt how over the moon they'd be esp because they rarely see oda that happy. he would ADORE your body too

like you said with dazai it definitely would take a LOT of trust and chewing on the idea for him to even be willing to try for a baby, and that's with expecting only one at a time lskfjskd and i can see him only wanting one in general. he'd so paint on a dazai-typical happy silly face for his coworkers but yeah it'd be a pretty major internal struggle for him at first. and all of the agency is a little bit scared bc they could barely picture dazai with one kid but now he's gonna have 2 LMAO but they know you well and trust that you'll raise them well. and you know that dazai's heart is so big and he's such a good guy that'd genuinely want the best for his babies and would work so hard to be a good father, probably thinking of odasaku and what he would do a lot. and the thought of him sitting at his grave to tell him is fr tearing me apart that fucking hurts lfdsjsdkl i can see him bringing a bottle of liquor and pouring two glasses, just talking like. "two! crazy, isn't it? i think you'd be a great uncle." and he'd definitely tell his kids allll about their uncle oda </3

ur right because chuuya would act so brave but would fucking flip out - but he knows you're anxious as hell about it so you wouldn't hear a second of it. i agree i think that kouyou would be the first person he went to, like the only realistically responsible adult he knows flkadsfljdks when mori finds out he'll be so excited and want to dote all over them and have them play with elise but chuuya would be like only under my supervision you fucking weirdo LMAO he's a very smart guy who's amazing at troubleshooting and dealing with any situation but i think he struggles with it more in his personal life, though he'd find his footing eventually. he'd realize that the most important thing by far is supporting and helping you the whole way, doing anything and everything he can because whatever stress he's feeling you're definitely feeling tenfold. when chuuya loves he loves hard, and that applies to both you and his kids

i think fyodor would definitely be mostly prepared for the scenario of twins, but still be taken aback because he didn't quite expect it to actually happen aldfja;kdfj he would def spoil you to death even to the point where ur like i love you but chill. i think he'd be excited though. im guessing he's never had a loving, supportive family who genuinely cares for each other (and shows it) so i think (with time, i wouldn't say he's necessarily like this now) he'd be very happy to not only show love to a whole family but to receive it too. to be looked up to and revered with unconditional love by 2 babies is something unfathomable to him. he's similar to chuuya in that when he loves, he loves HARD. and every single waking second would be spent protecting you, which would obviously increase to protecting his 2 babies. it would be hard for him, but the now 3 of you are his entire world and he's very protective/possessive - no one is allowed to step anywhere near those kids for a while alkfjlskdjfds "can we please homeschool them?" "no. they're going to real school fedya." similar to oda but probably more so, he would absolutely adore and revere your changing body, would be absolutely obsessed with your growing baby bump that is obvi bigger with two babies. he wants to touch it and be near it and play music for it all the time, sometimes he talks to your stomach more than he talks to you aldsfjadslkj i love him so much :(

[rae-writes]

falling for you

Soukoku x reader (separate + poly)

wc : 1.k

warnings : jumping off buildings for sport/fluff (chuuya), suicidal thoughts/hurt-comfort (dazai), implied suicide/angst (skk)

synopsis : falling, falling, falling...but don’t you dare fall without me.

Dazai

The tallest building in Yokohama…it used to be Dazai’s favorite place in the whole world. Ever since you came and kicked down the walls surrounding his heart, though, his favorite place began to be wherever you were. 

But you’d been gone on a mission for a week and his dark thoughts were screaming at him, demanding he pay for every wrong he’s committed. They whisper how he doesn’t deserve you, taunt that you won’t come back because you’ve finally realized it too. They were loud and it hurt. 

The familiarity of his being here hurt more than his thoughts. Dazai could only picture your distressed- broken- expression if you came back and were immediately greeted with someone from the agency apologizing and handing you his blood stained coat…

Yet he couldn’t stop his legs from carrying him to the edge (you’d be screaming for him). He couldn’t stop his eyes from taking one last glance at the pretty sky (you would’ve liked the colors). He couldn't stop his body from tipping backwards (you’d be crying because of him).

It was serene- to fall. Dazai almost wished you were falling with him, but he’d never—

“Osamu…”

His eyes snapped open, head whipping to the side to see you. “Belladonna!” Dazai almost reached out for you before he remembered; you had an ability to save yourself. “I’m honored you’d join me.”

You smiled sweetly at him, “What a beautiful double suicide,” 

His eyes widened.

“But it’s not our time, yet, my love.”

Your bodies crashed into a bouncy surface, hands finally shooting out to grasp at each other before one of you bounced right off. Dazai stared at you incredulously, eyes drifting to each of his fellow agency members.

Atsushi helped the two of you down- crying and angrily scolding Dazai- while Kunikida ushered you both to the nearby ambulance “just in case, you still need to get your vitals checked!” 

Leaning against his body, you nuzzled your face into Osamu’s neck, ditching the grey blanket in favor of wrapping him in your arms, “Knew something wasn’t right…came home right away. Local law owed us so we called in all the reinforcements.” 

The demons in his head weren’t talking anymore. The fog had dissipated from his thoughts. You were the only thing that mattered. “Bella…” 

You smiled at him again, “The dark side of you doesn't stand a chance against me. You aren’t dying till I do.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

Chuuya

The Port Mafia headquarters was one of the tallest buildings in Yokohama; it radiated power and the control it held within the city. 

But what no one knows is the view from the top is absolutely gorgeous, especially at dusk or dawn. It’s peaceful up there- quiet. 

It was Chuuya’s favorite place to be. There he could just exist. It was the one place he felt free to just let the burdens on his shoulder fall. 

He liked falling. Sometimes he’d be wired up, running and jumping off the ledge, arms out and throat burning with excited yells. Other times he’d be exhausted, stumbling up the stairs to the roof and allowing his body to just tip over. 

Right now, Chuuya was in the middle. He was jumping off the roof with a wild smile, but he was quiet— at peace. 

Or he was. 

“Come here often, pretty boy?” 

Azure eyes widened, darting around to take in the sight of you. Your fond smile and bright eyes. The way your hair blew around. And how you were freefalling beside him. 

He nearly has an aneurysm, fumbling around mid air until he can wrap his arms around you and land, accidentally forming a crater.

Meanwhile, you’re having the time of your life, cackling so loud the entire block could probably hear you over his equally loud curses. 

“What the hell were you thinking?! You could’ve died!” 

You stared at him amused, raising a brow, “s’that so?” Your body lifted itself out of his grasp, hovering a head above him teasingly, “I didn’t realize.” 

He blinks, a sheepish smile crawling up his face. “Right…your ability.” Chuuya tries to scowl, but it just turns out like a pout, “Don’t ever do that again.” 

“I will never jump off a building without you again. Even though I can technically fly.” 

“Smartass.” 

Yet he still kissed you anyway.

Soukoku

You and Chuuya nearly slam into each other, both clutching identical notes with a vice grip. There were no words between you as your bodies began sprinting towards the stairs simultaneously; you knew.

It didn’t take long to scale the stairs, even if there were over 15 flights. Your abilities were practically made for this— your feet didn’t dare touch the ground until you made it to the rooftop. 

No one could deny that Dazai was a good-looking individual, and in the light of dusk, he looked absolutely breathtaking. The wind blew through his hair softly as the orange and pink hues shone in his earthy eyes. It was a serene moment for all the wrong reasons. 

The air nearly left your lungs as you clutched Chuuya’s hand tightly, afraid to even breathe too loud because Dazai’s feet were right at the edge. 

And Chuuya didn’t know how to act, azure eyes wide and teary. “Dazai…” his feet shifted, ready to sprint at a moment's notice, but the peacefulness in Dazai’s smile made him freeze. 

“You two look gorgeous, as always.” Ever the charmer, Dazai just keeps smiling, gazing at both of you like you’d hung the stars above his head together. “My loves…”

“‘Samu.” Your voice cracked, hand reaching out shakily, “Don’t-“ 

He gave a closed eye smile. And then he fell backwards. Yells echoed throughout the air, panicked and desperate, and yet Dazai never felt more at peace. He’d gotten to see both of you before he left...his eyes widened suddenly— 

Chuuya and you had jumped right off the ledge after him, hand in hand, reaching out with your free hands until you could grasp at him. One on his waist, one cupping his cheek. 

“Wh-!” 

You gave a giddy grin, and if not for the tears streaking your face and the wind blowing past you, it almost seemed like a normal day. “We all promised, remember?” 

“Let’s stay together. Forever.” 

Lifting your head off Chuuya’s chest, you crane your neck up to glance at Dazai, frowning at the absentminded stare. “Osamu?” 

Chuuya leaned forward, making enough room between him and Dazai so he could turn his body around, “Where’d that come from?” 

Dazai looked down at you both, grinning at the sight of your bodies crowding his, “Just thinking.” He tugged you in his lap, pulling at Chuuya’s shirt until he was basically in his lap too, “Promise we’ll always be together. The three of us.” 

The red head scoffed, bumping his head against the brunette’s, “As if it was ever even a question. I promise.” 

“I promise! Why would I wanna leave you guys anyway?” your voice was teasing, lips pressing a flurry of kisses against both of their cheeks. 

Dazai laughed, loud and beautiful, “Yeah, I promise, too.” 

Dazai gasped, fingers gripping onto your bodies bruisingly, “No- you can save yourselves, just let go! You can survive with your abilities, you don’t have to die for me!” His voice was panicked and broken, hands now trying to push you back. 

“We’re not dying for you, idiot.” Chuuya smacked at his hand and brought him closer, “We’re dying with you because we aren’t gonna live without you by our side. We fucking promised.” 

The lights in Yokohama seemed to get dimmer as the ground got closer, the sun finally seeking solace out of sight as the stars and moon took over instead. 

“We promised…”

You curled into your boyfriends, “I love you, Osamu. Chuuya.” 

They exchanged their own ‘I love you’s as time finally caught up and the ground was waiting to catch you. 

“Together.” 

“Forever.” 

…the color red was as tragic as it was beautiful.

[manjiroscum]

BELLADONNA

Character/s: merman!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, dark content, dub-con kissing, set in regency era, monsterfucking, amnesia, manipulation/brainwashing, mentions of multiple murders, death/murder, mystery, pregnancy, oviposition, mikey has a weird 🍆 + has sharp teeth and nails, infidelity (not towards reader), yandere mikey, hints of cannibalism (bc mikey is feral and darn possessive), and breeding. Minors do not interact.

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY MY LOVE 🥺💕 also this is for bby vivi's @festive Things that go bump in the night collab

Synopsis: No matter how hard you try, the waters always lure you into their depths.

WC: 3.8k

Dark cumulonimbus clouds littered the whole sky that they almost formed a dome with their menacing size, promising heavy rain and strong winds in the area they deemed victims. The dreary day has somehow turned interesting with how the whole tiny village is buzzing with life due to preparations because the last time one hit the place was a year ago. It was a truly devastating time that caused deaths and many homes that had to be rebuilt. You were no exception to this—waking up by the shore with many cuts and strange marks on your flesh along with a hazy memory. Your family and friends said it was a miracle that you survived. Even your husband, who was still courting you at that time, was far too relieved to question how you ended up that way.

“I’m almost done, dear. You can eat first if you want to.”

Your gaze never left your husband’s figure shutting the windows and boarding them up to prevent the harsh winds and raindrops from entering. The ocean was as angry as the sky, waves rocky enough to drown an inexperienced person. Ships had to be docked while those who dared to go through a storm had already left by then. You were supposed to do your laundry by the stream that led to the ocean, however, it had to be postponed due to the nasty weather. The waters would be rising, enough to be seen as risky. Your whole form shuddered at the thought of swallowing those waters, nightmares of it continued to haunt you when you least expected it.

But there was always a person who saved you—a face you couldn’t make out because the nightmare always ended just as you were about to.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you to finish.”

In such bad weather and the threat of flood, you normally would have gone to your friend’s house a few miles north to take shelter there. Yet, your husband was far more insistent today for you to remain here—indoors and never leave until the storm was gone no matter what happens. And unfortunately, even to this day, you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your friend died last year due to a mysterious illness that caused an uproar in the village after that storm. There was nowhere to go but to stay here. But for him to go this far by locking all the windows and doors, muttering under his breath the entire time. It was an odd sight, and frankly, you were worried by his actions.

Why on earth would he be placing barriers that prevented you from leaving easily when a flood may occur? Has he lost his mind?

Biting back your tongue from spilling your fears all over the floor, you tried to sit back and watch. Your hands on your lap were tightly gripping the white cloth of your dress in hopes that patience will not leave you as you waited for your husband to finish. Tonight’s dinner is already set and waiting for you both by the table. But, you lost your appetite when he finished and called for you to join him.

“Listen to me carefully, dear,” your husband spoke up suddenly in time as the thunder roared across the sky that almost frightened you. The flash of lightning was a bit disorienting. His usually gentle eyes were hard and left no room for any discussion. “You’re not to leave this house until the stream’s flow is back to its original state. You don't have to worry about food or anything you might need—I’ll get them. Just stay here until I deem it safe, alright?” His hand reached out to touch yours, squeezing it in a reassuring way. “I… I’ll protect you. You don’t have to feel confused or scared anymore. I promise you that.”

A good wife never talks back to her husband so you merely nodded. Afraid of what may occur if you tried to press on with your plaguing questions. You have heard of many tales of troublesome wives and crossing your husband was the last thing you wanted. But what he said, instead of silencing the doubts in your mind, merely caused them to be in a state of panic. Ever since marrying you, your beloved husband has been quite protective, to the point he was close to being overbearing. At first, you thought it was just because he cared for you. There were times it seemed sweet. However, whenever it started to rain heavily or there was a chance a storm would come, he always had an odd look on his face. You haven't even been to the beach nor got close to it ever since. What was even more infuriating was his silence or the half-hearted reasons that never made any sense.

What does he mean by protecting me? Surely what happened last time was merely an effect of my own negligence… Mother nature is a daunting force to battle with human hands. But what occurred then won't repeat again, especially with all the planning made to prevent it.

So what is he so scared of?

That night while lying in bed next to your unconscious husband, the mere companion you had was the candlelight flickering with every howl of the wind that tried to penetrate through the barriers, rattling the wooden planks. The sound of heavy raindrops pattering on the brick roof was neither relaxing nor annoying. You couldn’t sleep. Getting out of bed slowly, you glanced at your husband a few times to see if he would stir awake, to which he didn’t. Nights of trying to leave bed to either grab a cup of water or just sit in the sitting room that ended up only him grabbing your arm to stop you flashed before your eyes the second your toes touched the cold floor. Exhaustion from running around and barricading the house has chained him to a night of deep sleep.

“When is this damn storm going to go away?” you mumbled to yourself, hugging your torso as you walked up to the window where a gap is visible. Peeking through the space, you sighed at how the outdoors resembled a dark void you’ve seen countless times in your dreams. If it weren’t a stormy night, the endless void would seem straight out of a nightmare. “He can’t keep me cooped up here forever…”

A deep exhale escaped your lips as you sauntered to the kitchen to drink a cup of water. Perhaps you could blame it on the darkness of the house or the lack of sleep, but you were quite sure you heard the back door creak open. A chill ran down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck all stood. It was a miracle you didn’t drop your cup and alert your husband to a conscious state.

“What the…”

The door was definitely open, and the wooden planks and other things your husband used to block it lay on the side. Since when did it become like this? You don’t recall hearing anything other than the loud thunder that follows after lightning splits through the sky. Swallowing your fright, you were just about to close the door again when suddenly, the rain stopped. You blinked twice at the strange phenomenon, fear doubling at the unexplainable until you heard it—someone humming.

Anyone out in this weather would be crazy, especially at night. Whether it was carried off by the wind or the person was just close by, the tune being hummed was enchanting and yet, deceptively alluring. Curiosity fuelled your steps as you made your way out, promising to just take a peek if it was someone and not something. But every step you took led you further closer to the beach where the waves were serene. Even the moon was out, its faint light illuminating the murky waters. The whole scenery was as if it came out of a painting that almost appeared like there wasn't any downpour earlier. But what had you continuing down your path until the ocean licked the soles of your feet was that ethereal humming that you couldn't help but feel like you’d heard before yet unable to pinpoint where.

Saltwater caressed up to your breasts the moment you snapped out of the entrancing song. Mind bewildered on why you let yourself get enraptured until something grabbed your arm, causing you to almost let out a shriek when your gaze landed on two onyx opals that belonged to a blond man, staring at you in great interest. Unable to see his whole face for the other half was submerged in water. He was handsome and pretty at the same time—a beautiful mysterious being that you had the chance to encounter. His whole aura was captivating. And yet, something felt wrong.

Heart pounding, you were unsure of what to do. What would anyone do when some stranger is now swimming next to you in the middle of the night? Lips about to move and question him on why he was here and all which ended up on the back of your tongue at the feeling of something brushing against your legs—a fishtail belonging to the man. Crimson was the color of its scales, giving off an illusion of him bleeding in the water. A sign of danger. The alarm bells started ringing in your head, your body froze at what that meant.

Breath caught up in your throat, you couldn’t move a single muscle. Frankly, you didn’t know what else to do but trudge back to shore if the merman allowed you to leave. Horror stories of sailors drowning and women being lured into the waters by such creatures to feast on ran through your mind while standing there. The icy breeze that brushed past you snapped you out of your dread, legs starting to turn back. But the merman had other ideas, clinging to your arm in earnest. Your cry for help turned into a gasp when his wet hands reached up to grab your face, those irises resembling the endless void of the night. His sharp nails slightly dug into your cheeks, but not enough to harm your flesh.

“Pretty pearl, do you remember me?”

“W-what…” There was no way this creature was speaking! His mouth never budged but you definitely heard his voice in your head. Was this the power of a merman? And is he the one humming earlier that lured you here? Foolish, you were absolutely foolish to fall for such tricks. You should have stayed at home as your husband told you. Teeth chattering, you shook your head. “L-let me go… Please, I need to—”

“It’s me, Manjiro. You remember me right, my pretty pearl?”

“M-Manjiro?” you echoed his name which caused the merman to show his full face where a smile was stretching his lips. “I’m sorry, b-but I don’t recall knowing you—”

His lips were on yours instantaneously, keeping you locked there while you struggled to free yourself. Tears started to form in your eyes, scared to death at what may happen next. To drown and eat you would be quite easy for such a powerful being. Your hands continued to push him back, albeit pathetically before they fell limp to your side.

Images of you and this merman flowed through your mind during the duration of the kiss, his tongue swiping and tasting your lower lip, begging to be let in. Memories of you prior to that storm hitting the village a year ago flooded your mind like honey, slowly unlocking more that led to you recognizing the merman to be the one who saved you when you fell off a crumbling cliff on your way back home to grab your things and evacuate. Those nightmares of drowning all made sense now for it has happened before and he—Manjiro—saved you the moment your body fell into the water, breathing oxygen back into your lungs. The very merman who caressed you in places you’ve never dared to touch in that tiny cave in curiosity. Those few moments spent on an undiscovered island a few miles from here were rare and interesting that it didn’t make sense how you’d easily forgotten about it. But such a meeting had to end when you both were confronted by another merman as he was returning you back to shore. Torn from each other so early that ended up you fleeing from such danger and almost drowning in the process as he fended off his own kind from touching a strand of your hair.

You couldn’t quite believe your savior and the merman you were enchanted with was out here, wanting to see you again after all these months. The one you fell in love with during that first meeting. And to meet here again, it was fate all along.

The tears of terror that collected on the rim of your eyes rolled down out of happiness instead. Arms wrapping themselves around the merman, holding onto him tightly. A smile on your face as you sobbed while he continued to kiss you. “Manjiro? Yes, it is you! Oh, how could I ever forget you?” Apologies poured out of your mouth like a gentle drizzle that had the merman humming out of glee. Finally, you two were reunited and Manjiro could never be happier. His hands lowered to hold you by your hips, intent to mark you again with his nails.

Unfortunately, just as he was celebrating having your memories return, Manjiro was instantly troubled at the fact you were now mated to someone other than him. Your husband wasn’t a stupid one and nothing could be more convenient for the merman to have him out of the picture. Months of waiting for you to go back to the beach and see you left Manjiro frustrated. There was no way you could easily forget him. So, who was taking up your attention that you wouldn’t try and see him again?

Of course, your bastard of a human lover.

Ill ideas that spelled death and evil tainted his thoughts every time he came to land, draining much of his magic to walk on two legs for minutes just to check up on you and see that bastard breathing in your proximity. He was quite sure that the bastard did something for you to forget him just like that. Dedication to see you was his only driving force so to see you next to a disgusting human made him want to tear his head off. This often led to him going back to the ocean with his blood boiling.

A merman would never be accepted into human society, that he knew. Those who did ended up dead trying. Manjiro refuses to die and be separated from you—his precious pearl in a vast ocean of nothing or anything meaningful to offer. However, he won’t easily back down again—he can’t turn back now just because your stupid human lover was wary of him. Manjiro swore he won’t make the same mistake again of getting caught by your husband, especially since said human has seen his true form upon escaping his suspicious glare.

To kill the vile human may be his ultimate goal, but to become close to being human shall solve his other problems.

Yes, he has to finish what he had started.

“Where are you going?” your husband’s inquiry was almost missed by you, excited to meet up with your non-human lover. If there were days you wished you didn’t marry so early, they merely multiplied now. Yet, you weren’t cruel to crush your husband’s heart. You did enjoy his company, through the ups and downs. He can’t compete with Manjiro’s enthralling aura, though. There was also the chance he might go and kill Manjiro if you did reveal your secret affair that has been going on for a month now since meeting the merman again. Just keeping the marks Manjiro has given you whenever you two meet was already a difficult thing to keep, what more about the true nature of your lover? Secrecy can sometimes be a far better choice than honesty. “It’s going to be late in a few hours.”

“I’m… just going to be quick, dear. I’ll be back quickly,” you reasoned, feet itching to leave the house. The look on your husband's face was doubtful but in the end, he dismissed you with a wave.

“Just be back before it gets dark, alright? Perhaps you didn't hear the news but there's been another murder in the area. Whoever the sick person is for killing people, I hope they get caught soon or we’ll have to move.”

Head too high up in the clouds to listen to the rest of his sentence, you left home with a giddy disposition. Manjiro was the only thing that revolved around your head and being able to kiss and touch him again. These past few days have been uneventful. If it weren't for your lover’s constant presence who also served as a sweet escape from mundane life, you would have died of boredom under the same roof as your husband.

“My pretty pearl, do you want me?”

Gasping against his shoulder, you fought back a moan. Futile and pointless it was for Manjiro intends to hear you sing beautifully as you bounced on his weirdly shaped cock. The rushing of the stream drowned out your whines and the lewd noise of your wet pussy folds meeting the base of his length that oddly hits and rubs the right places inside your cunt. Such a cock definitely does not belong to a human being. The first time taking it was a struggle for you swore you almost came that second the tip pushed past your cervix. Manjiro would always make it a habit to return you to your husband in an almost delirious state, one where all you could think of is his cock. From the very second you leave the stream with his thick cum trailing down your damp thighs to when you sleep at night, fantasizing of having the merman’s offspring.

Today was no different. Manjiro’s tail was slightly thrashing once you sped up, angling your hips and then resuming to bouncing on his throbbing cock that was leaking pre-cum—if you could call it that. Countless times has he stuffed you full of his thick warm fertile semen that came after he spurted two or three eggs into your womb. His whispers of you becoming a great mother never failed to heighten the experience of having sex with him in the great outdoors. A factor of this being an illicit affair could also be thrown into the mix and the idea of your husband being unaware has you scandalously creaming and squeezing Manjiro. The merman’s jaw slackened at how tight and hot your pussy is, revealing rows of sharp teeth that sunk into your nape, just wishing to mark you forever right then and there.

But Manjiro has to be patient. He has to be cunning and decisive. Your husband wasn’t the only person he has to eliminate to tip things in his favor. Killing your friend in this village last year was just the first step and consuming more human flesh was only the beginning of fulfilling his dream to stay by your side. If he had to kill more of his own kind to protect you, so be it. Manjiro isn’t scared to feed on human and merman flesh to obtain his goal. It wouldn’t be long. He has killed enough people to be able to turn his fish tail into human legs without the consequences of tiring easily or feeling like he was walking on a bed of sea urchins.

“Ah! M-Manji… N-need more. Want to feel you… burn. Want to hear you!” you sobbed with your warm gummy walls squeezing him dry. Manjiro knew if you came one more time, your husband would catch a whiff of your infidelity. But really, could this even be classified as one when it was he whom you truly love and not your sack shit of a husband? “M-more! Please! Wanna… have your babies.”

Ah, Manjiro truly loves you.

There was no one else on this earth that could please him so easily as you do. And that alone was enough for him to do everything in his power for you to stay by his side, even if you want to be free of his spell or grow tired of him. Manjiro will never let you go.

Gently pushing you to lay down on one of the smoother rocks, the merman crawled his way up to you. Not even prompted, you spread your legs to accommodate him. Your raw cunt was still oozing with his semen was perfectly in view. Manjiro grunted as he eased himself into your pussy once more, intent on breeding you and fertilizing those eggs. Because what was more laughable than for your husband to realize you were pregnant and carrying a merman’s brood? Delighted at the image of you round and practically ready to give birth, Manjiro leaned down to kiss you. His blood was singing songs in praise to you, eagerly rushing down to his erect and painful cock that was about to insert more eggs into you.

“M-Manjiro!” you practically screamed as your climax crashed down on you, back arching and nails drawing up half-moons and what resembled shooting stars across his back. Your legs quivered around his torso, satisfied as your merman chased after his own release once he safely inserted the eggs. You could barely see your husband glaring down at you through your hazed vision due to the rush of euphoria brought by Manjiro. Too far gone at the amount of ecstasy that you barely flinched at your husband yelling. His demands to know what was going on entered one ear and out the other.

Your husband was far too kind sometimes. During the duration of your peaceful marriage with him, he was better than those who hurt their partners. This was evident in how he was concerned about you, enough to follow you here. Yet, somehow, you didn’t feel any remorse in loving someone else behind his back nor felt dread when Manjiro got behind him, his legs smooth and muscled. Everything about the merman was as deadly as the sharp nails that sliced your husband’s throat, causing him to bleed and fall. The stream carried off his lifeline to the shores where it would attract more merfolk to the island, enticing them. But screw them for Manjiro would eliminate anything that gets in his way.

The death of your husband did not cause an uproar much to your surprise. Manjiro was already quite known in the village by the time you returned home, a widow but at the same time, a woman who was about to spend the rest of her life with the man she truly loved.

Correction, merman.

The day you got your first morning sickness was the very same day everyone in the village recognized Manjiro as your one and only husband. Your first husband—wait, did you even have another husband other than Manjiro? All you ever remembered is Manjiro. There was no way a human could love you as much as he could.

Manjiro, Manjiro, Manjiro—everything has gone smoothly according to his plan, all for his pretty human. Perhaps you were a deadlier obsession that the merman himself.

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[ethereal-blossom]

❝ Irresistible❞

synopsis: Jealous!Dazai who kabedons his girlfriend

"Shizuo, could you copy this for me, please?" You asked the new office staff member. The man had only been working at the Armed Detective Agency for two weeks, but he had proven himself to be a hard-working and helpful colleague. In fact, you dared to say he was often around you to offer a helping hand. So sweet unlike your boyfriend who often was the cause of your extra hours spent at the office. 

Speaking of the devil, Dazai had been watching you from the corner of his eyes. You tried to ignore it, but it felt like being watched by a hawk. Shizuo grabbed the document in your hand while smirking. "Of course, anything for you, y/n." His hazel eyes sparkled when his fingers accidentally touched yours. 

"You're a life savior, thank you!" The second Shizuo turned his back to you, Dazai rolled his chair to yours. 

"Ouch, my belladonna. I thought I was your life savior?" 

His comment made you roll your eyes with affection. "I didn't know life saviors were supposed to give me their paperwork because they are too lazy to do theirs. By the way, does it say in your job description as life savior that you've to drag me to the couch or on your lap for cuddle sessions in the middle of the workday?" 

"But of course! It's torture to let my sugarplum go so long without my touch! You might die of touch-starvation." Dazai leaned over to grab both of your hands in his. He brought them to his heart while faking a concerned look. 

You couldn't help but grin. God, your boyfriend was so charming. Sometimes annoying, but even that had its charm. Dazai's hands squeezed yours right before he pulled you on his lap. It was then that Shizuo was standing next to your desk. 

"I have the copied- oh." The new staff member fell silent once he saw the scene that was happening in front of his eyes. You were ready to make an attempt to escape Dazai's lap (after all, you had to be professional at work no matter how difficult Dazai made it to do so) but it only led to your boyfriend grabbing your waist. 

"Hm... Shizo, wasn't it?" Dazai had the biggest smile on his face. So big it started to become suspicious. "You can put those at the desk of my sweetie pie. She's very busy with me at the moment." 

You wiggled a little in the hope for Dazai to release his grip around you, but it made him do the complete opposite. "Thank you, Shizuo. I really appreciate it! You can put it on my desk." 

"Just happy to help you, y/n," Shizuo smiled. His eyes lowered a bit and suddenly, a bandaged hand grabbed your chin. Dazai made you face him and whined: "Belladonna, it has been ten minutes since I last stole you a kiss. What should we do about it?" 

"Steal another kiss in a minute," you whispered in the hope Shizuo couldn't hear it. You turned your face to the new colleague who was still standing in front of your desk. "Thank you, Shizuo. I'll let you know if-"

Dazai interrupted. "But I can't wait another minute." He turned your face to him for a second time. Dazai's lips grazed yours slightly. It was the type of kiss that barely gave you anything, but enough to make you crave more.

Your boyfriend looked at Shizuo. "Oh, and before I forget, don't worry about stopping by my girlfriend's desk so many times. I'm here if she needs anything." 

Firstly, that was a lie. Your boyfriend had the tendency to act like a kicked puppy every time you asked him to do something that required him to move a muscle. Secondly, why would now be any different? Before you could think about it more, Dazai's lips had found their way back to yours. This time, however, they were more demanding. With one hand still around your waist and the other one gently stroking your face, Dazai deepened the kiss. 

When you pulled away, Shizuo was gone. "Dazai, is there anything you need to tell me?" 

"What? Can't a boyfriend want his love's attention anymore?" Before you could respond, Dazai was smacked on the head. 

"Get back to work, you two!" Kunikida yelled. "This is a work day. What are you guys thinking-" The lecture continued for another minute before Kunikida ran out of his precious time. Time to go back to work.

Nevertheless, it was hard to concentrate on the letters on your screen. Was this Dazai being jealous perhaps? No, he's not... right? Now you thought about it, you couldn't remember a time when Dazai had been truly jealous. Would Shizuo be the cause of it? 

Shizuo had been nothing but a motivated colleague always ready to help. He did visit your desk often, though... If the roles were reversed and a new colleague would come to Dazai's desk multiple times a day, you'd be suspicious, too. You decided that once Dazai and you were back in your dorm, you'd talk about it with him. Communication is key, after all. You had to finish this report first if you didn't want to receive another lecture by Kunikida.

The office slowly grew emptier when staff members and detectives left for their break. It was Dazai who had to convince you to get out of your chair to eat something with him. 

Dazai hung at your arm while you walked the hallways that led to the cafe. The detective was whining about how desperately he needed a break from Kunikida's whining when he promptly fell silent. "Dazai? Are you- oh." 

Your boyfriend gently pushed you against the wall fluently with one arm placed next to your head. Dazai's expression was something you could only describe as casually sly; like a predator that captured its prey effortlessly but had no plans to hurt it whatsoever.

Even though you could take a step to the side and escape the hold, it was impossible to do so. Dark eyes held you frozen at your spot as Dazai towered over you. He leaned in; not enough to touch you, but close enough to make you crave it. 

Dazai whispered in your ear, his voice sounding exactly the way he knew you liked it. Words that made you blush were spoken and-

Somebody cleared his throat. It felt like a wave of shock went through your body as you realized someone had been a spectator of this intimate scene. Dazai turned his head slightly. "Oh, Shizu, wasn't it? What a nice surprise! Oya oya, y/n, I guess we've to take this to a more... private place, don't you agree?" The last words were spoken softly, more seductively, but loud enough for Shizuo to hear. Dazai's eyes held yours when his free hand touched your leg. 

This sly- 

Shizuo cleared his throat again. "Yeah, I should... go back to, eh, work." Dazai and you listened to how his footsteps faded away. 

A sigh escaped your lips. "Dazai, I'm going to ask you something and I want you to answer me honestly." 

Dazai hummed as his nose trailed your jawline. Oh, God, you knew what he was doing. Keep your head clear. Don't let yourself get distracted by your insanely attractive, seductive, and charming boyfriend. 

"Were you jealous of the new guy?" 

Dazai stopped his movements for a second. You could feel his warm breath on your neck. The hand he had put on your leg was now slowly trailing upwards. "Why do you ask?" 

"You're a- eh, you're- kinda-" 

The hand grabbed you from behind, pressing your hips against his. "I'm what?" 

"Right now? Irresistible." 

Dazai smiled against your neck. It only lasted for two seconds before the word truly hit him. Irresistible. The smile faded, and his eyes darkened; like clouds covering the sun. You're not the first person to find him irresistible, but this felt different. You were different. Unlike all those other men and women who had only seen the shallow surface of him, you had touched the bottom of his soul. You knew about the shadows that darkened his heart, knew the pitch-black blood that pumped through it... and still you described him as irresistible.

Dazai heard the worried tone in your voice when you asked if he was all right. Always so concerned about him. Even though he had given you a hard time today by acting so possessive, you still were patient with him. Instead of telling you how you could do so much better, deserved better, Dazai decided to hold you tighter. A selfish man he was and a selfish man he would stay if it meant that he could learn about a world of light through you. 

The sun shone through the clouds and you gasped when Dazai created a love bite on your neck. That would show the rest of humanity for now that you belonged to him. "I'm fine, my love." Dazai looked up at you. "You're here with me, after all." 

[dvzaiosamu]

dvzaiosamu here with another silly oneshot! This time the theme is about you being easily frustrated and stressed. And the pair today is no other than fem.reader and dazai!

and guess what inspired me to do this? Exactly! Myself, since it happend to me just now, soooo, I just decided to write something about it.

A blue-gray sky surrounds you as you walk on the tiles under the soles of your shoes. The sun hides behind the gray clouds and you just sigh, trying to relax after an event at work. Your (eye color) colored irises are overwhelmed by such memories, but looking at a pair of cats walking next to you distracts you from that thought and you manage to calm it down a bit.

"Everything is going to be okay... I just have to get home," you say to yourself.

As you continued walking, you ran into familiar people, but you kept your head down to avoid them, not because you didn't want to, it was because you didn't want them to see you so overwhelmed. Your steps accelerate and your gaze stays on the ground, you did not dare to look forward, but this action will have consequences—

—THUD.

You bump into someone. You didn't fall, but you took a step back. Your breath catches in your throat and you immediately look at who's in front of you.

"Dazai...?"

"(First name)?"

You spend a few seconds analyzing what happened. Your eyes look into his, but you try to avoid it, even though it's hard and it seems too obvious that you're nervous. The brown-haired young man looks at you with a raised eyebrow and his hands in his pockets.

"Are you okay? You look burdened," he tells you, his tone seeming soft but keeping his distinctive tone in his voice. "Something happened?"

“It's just a normal day at work, it's nothing,” you try to avoid his question, downplaying your problems with a weak, unconvincing smile.

"I can clearly see that something is happening, (First name)…” he sighs, his eyes softening slightly at your figure. “Come on, I'll walk you home and you can tell me what's wrong. I'm sure you'd prefer that to talking about it here."

"Really? No... I don't want to be a bother, you probably have a different destination, I don't want to delay you," you excuse yourself with one of your hands lazily making a gesture as if you were going to reach for something with your hand.

He smiles. "Don't worry, I don't have to go anywhere, I was just walking to my house. I don't mind going to yours if it means you explain to me what happened."

You sigh, giving Dazai the approval that you've given up making excuses. You take a light breath and look him in the eyes. "Alright, let's go."

He smiles back and turns to walk you to your house, which wasn't too far away. It seems that Osamu suspected from the beginning that something was wrong, whether related to your work or not, but he was aware that you were not at your best.

[TIMESKIP]

While you insert your key into the door of your home you feel as if everything is watching you, you become overwhelmed and turn the key in the opposite direction, all because out of nowhere you got into your head and imagined that, you sigh and feel a warm hand on your your shoulder that helps you concentrate. Finally you turn the key and open the door with a CLACK. You open the door and enter.

You close the door behind you and Dazai takes off his shoes, placing them facing the door and taking some slippers that you sometimes reserved for when he came to visit you, then you do the same and during that time you maintain a long silence.

"Now, are you going to explain to me what's wrong with you, belladonna? I can make my hypotheses, but I lack data to conclude," he tells you as you walk with him to the couch.

"You could say that I will try to explain it to you..." your gaze clouds slightly as you remember his words.

"Focus more, (First name) (Middle name) if you don't want me to fire you! Get to work faster if you don't want to lose your position at this job," his boss said this morning in the office with a rough and harsh tone.

You remember that as if you were living it right now, your eyes crystallize and you begin to feel the characteristic obstructive lump in your throat, a few tears accumulate in your eyes as you sit on the couch, Dazai next to you, noticing this and placing his hand on top of yours.

"Take it easy, don't worry, let those tears flow. You can explain it to me later, it doesn't have to be now," he adds.

As those tears slide down your cheeks, a small tremor takes over your body as the power of the salty tears intensifies. You instinctively hug Dazai, surprisingly he wasn't expecting this, but he agrees to hug you tenderly as he closes his eyes.

He allows you to relax for a few minutes, helping you eliminate stress by crying. Your hands grip his body tightly and the heat of his body helps you calm down.

When you manage to recover, you break away from the hug, still even with teary eyes. "Thank you..."

In response you get a small smile, his hands intertwine with yours in a comforting way and his eyes convey to you the tranquility of an afternoon contemplating the ocean while sitting on the sand.

“About what happened… Yes, you were right, something happened, yes, it was while I was working,” you pause to breathe. "My boss scolded me for not working faster and focusing on tasks, e-even though I just... couldn't keep up with everyone else, but I did my best, and I wasn't too far off on time in comparison to my coworkers."

"Don't worry about that, I know you're doing everything you can. Don't take his words so seriously, let the string of your kite break and you can fly high, without worrying about what you left behind," he smiled. "Do not worry, everything will be fine".

You nod your head and his words make a small smile appear on your lips. "Alright, alright."

Now, Dazai stands up from the couch without comment, this leaves you dumbfounded and you can't help but ask, "Where are you going? Aren't you staying longer?"

"I wish I really would stay, dear..." in that period of time he goes to the door and puts his shoes back on, leaving his slippers well placed, sighs and opens the door, but not before turning to you, and he smiles crookedly. "I have a matter to solve..."

"What matter?" You ask, but he just lets out a sound that sounded like a laugh.

He turns towards the door and just walks away, leaving you with a confused feeling on your face.

Where and what is Osamu going to do now?

No answers.

[razorblade180]

Where You Need to Be

[Menagerie General Hospital]

Nurse:Your mother has one more test to run then she’ll be back here in no time.

Young Lucas:Okay, thank you…

Nurse:She talks about you everyday y’know? She’s going to be thrilled to see you!

The excitable nurse left the room. Lucas calmly took a sip of his soda he got from the vending machine as he played the waiting game. He didn’t dare look out the window towards the courtyard or go for a walk. Right now, things were good. Things were…normal.

???: Excuse me?

Gods, why can’t things be normal? His lungs captured a slow, deep breath before greeting the doorway with a smile. There was a young girl with a lovely little rhino horn and wearing a hospital gown.

Lucas:Yes, little one?

Girl:Wow! It really is you! Lady Belladonna’s son. Hi! I’m Sam.

Lucas:Hey Sam. Aren’t you spunky? Not to mention alone. Does the nurse know you’re out and about?

Sam:Shhhh! I snuck out for you.

Lucas:Hehe, for me? Why’s that?

Sam:You gotta know why! Can’t you see the future!?

Lucas:….Yeah. Yeah I can. It’s not always by choice though.

Sam:Oh…well, I was wondering something. You see, I’m actually going to surgery soon. I’m not scared or anything but…my mom…she….

Lucas:She’s worried for you?

Sam:*nods* Mommy says I shouldn’t lie, so I can’t tell her I’ll definitely be fine because…I’m a little nervous too. But…if you can see my future then I can definitely tell her everything will be alright! So please! *puts hands together* I wanna know my future.

Lucas:….Come closer.

The girls eyes lit up and she ran to him, front and center! Same watched his amber eyes gain a blue ring around the iris as his gaze became distant. It was a a handful of seconds later that he snapped out of the trance.

Sam:What did you see!?

Lucas:You’re gonna wake up and feel bad before puking all over the nurse.

Sam:*red* What!?

Lucas:It’s fine. Anesthesia, the sleepy medicine, does that to people sometimes. But the important part is you wake up. *smiles*

Sam:I knew it!

Nurse:Aha!

The children looked at the doorway to the nurse and Blake standing there. Blake waved at Sam. It was about to be the only gentle greeting the girl would get before the nurse lectured her. Then she looked at her dear boy.

Blake:Hey sweetie!

Lucas:Heh, someone looks happy.

Blake:Yeah, you’re here.

Nurse:Sam-

Sam:I’m sorry! I just wanted to know if I would get better for mom! Please don’t mad!

Nurse:That’s… *smiles* Why would I be mad at that? Still, no running off now. It’s time to go get ready. You gotta be big, strong, and keep all that adorable energy. That’s the key to every victory! Now then, let’s go.

Sam:Kay!

She gives Lucas a big hug and a kiss on the cheek before taking the nurses hand to leave, closing the door on the way out. Blake sits on her hospital bed right next to his chair and pets the boy’s hair; his head falls to her lap just like when he was little. She wanted to see his face so badly, but could tell by his trembling just how scared he was to stare too long.

Lucas:Sam, she’s-

Blake:Sshhh, I know. *frowns* I know…

Lucas:What’s the point of seeing the future when you can’t change it?

Blake:Maybe… it’s not always about changing it? It’s about being there at the right time.

Lucas:….How soon is her surgery?

xxxxxx

It had only been two hours later that he found himself walking through the courtyard with Blake towards a bench made for two. Only to see one spot solemnly filled by a woman with a rhinoceros horn, tears endlessly rolling down her face. Lucas walked a little faster until he was right in front of her. Somehow, she found the strength to raise her head to meet his gaze.

Mother:The nurse said…you saw her last?

Lucas:Yeah, I did. And…right before she went in.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his scroll to show a picture of Sam cheesing at the camera and waving.

Lucas:She was nothing but happy and thinking of you.

Whatever strength the mother had left faded as she audibly wailed. Both Lucas and Blake supported her body, holding her close as she repeatedly thanked him through the tears. Lucas didn’t know if this could even begin to make him feel okay, but he glad he was right here in this moment; right where he needed to be.

[foxzai]

Argue For Love

Note: I’m finally doing this ask that I received a couple of days ago. This is a Dazai angst fic, I hope you enjoy it. I had a lot of fun making this one. The story takes place after you return home from a restaurant and Dazai was flirting with the waitress.

There was loud screaming coming from the house that you shared with your boyfriend, Osamu Dazai. You and Dazai argued a lot about this particular topic but this time you had enough. You continued screaming at Dazai with anger written all over your face. “Why would you continue to flirt with that waitress!? Do I mean nothing to you?!” Dazai was in shock from how you were acting as you have never responded like this before. Dazai didn’t actually like the waitress or any woman he flirted with in front of you, he just loved to make you jealous. Dazai quickly responded to you with a bit of annoyance, “Why are you making such a big deal out of this? Of course, you are important to me but can’t I have a little bit of fun?” His words got you even more angry and you started to wonder why he was even with you if he kept flirting with other women. You saw him try to get closer to you but you quickly pushed him away, you knew that he knew if he even touched you it would lower your resolve. “How dare you?! Making it seem like I’m the one with the problem! No girlfriend wants to see their boyfriend flirt with other women!” Dazai looked shocked when you pushed him away and he felt a little hurt and guilty. He started to think maybe he took it too far this time. Dazai tried to resolve the conflict by speaking in a much softer and loving voice, “Bella, my beautiful princess, you know I love you. You’re my perfect belladonna. It was just small flirting.” That lit a fire of anger in your heart, you felt hurt that he thought he could flirt and touch other women was completely justifiable. You slapped him across the face, not too hard but enough to leave a red mark on his face. Tears started running down your cheeks as you stormed out of the house screaming, “I’m Leaving!” Dazai looked at the door stunned that you slapped him. He couldn’t believe you just left and were leaving him. He felt tears run down his face from losing the best thing that ever happened to him. He screamed out loud to himself, “You Idiot! You took it too far! Now she is gone and you lost the only thing worth living for!” After a short while of crying and whining about how he messed up, he hears the door open. Dazai immediately turns to look and sees it’s his Belladonna. He felt the rush of happiness and sadness overcome him. Dazai runs up to you and knells at your feet with tears streaming down his cheeks and he starts begging and apologizing, “I’m sorry Bella. I love you. I really do. You are everything to me. Please don’t leave me. I won’t flirt with another woman ever again. Please, please stay.” You looked down at him with a mix of shock and confusion at him begging and crying. You had in your hand two small boxes of molten lava cake from your and Dazai's favorite bakery. You managed to get some before they closed. You went out there to get a dessert you both liked to calm down from the arguing. You looked down at him confused as you replied, “What are you talking about Osamu? I just went to get our favorite cake from our favorite bakery.” Dazai looked up at you with surprise when you wiped his tears off his face with your free hand. He stood up and looked into your eyes full of hope. “You… You aren’t leaving me?” You laugh softly at the ridiculous mention of leaving him and smile sweetly at him. “God No! I love you too much! But I will take you up on that offer of never flirting with another woman again.” You heard Dazai laugh before he pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving no question that he loved you. When he pulls away, he smiles lovingly at you and exclaims, “Deal! You are the only woman for me, My Sweet Belladonna!” You feel a little dizzy from the sudden kiss he gave but enjoyed it nonetheless and felt quite lucky he is yours. You reach up and leave a quick kiss on his cheek smirking slightly as you suggest, “And you, my love are the only man for me. Now how about we eat this delicious cake that I so graciously got us.”

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Their reaction when you fake an orgasm

Fandom: Multi Fandom

Pairings: Various Characters X Gn!reader

Genre: Smut

Format: Scenario

Warnings: NSFW content, Not Proofread

Word Count: 0.3K

A/n: the page goes blank while im writing one more time and me and tumblr are gonna have a problem =|

youre under him, your feet pressed on your belly as hes pounding into you harshly. you arent really in the mood for it today but you dint want to turn him down, and you also know that he wont let go of you unless you cum; therefore, you decide to do something you have never done in your life before, which is faking as orgasm. you start loudenning your moans as you shake your legs, pretending like youre cumming; but unfortunately, he knows you too much to fall for that, so he notices this.

↬ok this guy is mad, and when i say he's mad, i mean it. hes like "bitch! im getting my ass kicked giving you pleasure, and then you go and do this!? so what? am i not good enough to you?"

hes so upset that he might just pull out of you and start jerking himself up in front of your eyes. and dont you even dare touch yourself! or else you wont be seeing him naked for months.

yup! thats how upset he is.

Bungou Stray Dogs:Kunikida(he thinks its a shameful action but hes pissed so who gives a shit), Chuuya Nakahara (mad baby), Akutagawa, Tachihara, Ranpo( petty boy hehe)

Death Note:Light (god bless your soul, your names written in the damn book after this), Mello

The Case Study Of Vanitas:Vanitas (idk why but i always picture him getting mad in these situations)

Jujutsu Kaisen:Megumi (hehe)

Haikyuu:Tsukishima (was literally thinking of him while writing this, Kageyama, Sugawara (only if he had a bad day), Kenma (another petty baby), Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Kunimi

↬well hes not exactly happy! i mean, oh really? so thats how it works now huh? ok then! prepare yourself Belladonna!

hes a tease, and he found the perfect opportunity, so why not teach you a lesson?

prepare yourself to be fucked up real bad, without reaching any orgasms.

he goes down on you real quick while focusing on your sensitive parts with his hands, and when your legs start shaking for real this time and youre about to reach your cervix?immediately stops whatever hes doing and smirks at the sight of you being frustrated while begging him to let you cum.

Bungou Stray Dogs:Dazai (i literally said belladonna in the text), Fyodor, Mori, Kajii, Tachihara

Death Note:L Lawliet, Also Mello

The Case Study Of Vanitas:Roland (will let you cum eventually tho)

Jujutsu Kaisen:Itadori, Sukuna, Geto, Gojo

Haikyuu:Tsukishima, Daichi, Sugawara, Kuroo, Tendou, Osamu holy fuck, Suna motherfucking Rintarou, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kunimi

↬boy is shocked, bur pretends like he didnt notice it, and will tell you that he came too actually, and that you dont need to take care of him and you should just take some rest. but when you do go to sleep hes awake, being sad while thinking to himself how messed up he is in bed that you had to do that, and how youre going to leave him in the future for someone who can give you pleasure for real.

this is so cruel just dont do this to them-

Bungou Stray Dogs:Atsushi (please just be honest with him), Akutagawa (insecure baby), Chuuya, Fukuzawa, Tanizaki

Death Note:Matsuda, Near (is it weird that i see him as a softie...?)

The Case Study Of Vanitas:Noe :')

Haikyuu:Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Asahi, Lev, Bokuto, Akaashi, Ushijima, Kita

Reblogs are appreciated! :)

[witchl0ve]

OFFICE SEX

MDNI

PAIRING! PM!Dazai Osamu x Fem!Reader

NOTES! This is my first ever writing smut so it may suck:)

NOT PROOFREAD, i wrote this late at night so you might have some grammar/spelling mistakes!

CW! sub!reader, dom!dazai, fingering, thigh riding, oral, slight choking, dirty talk, suicide mention (it’s dazai so), unprotected sex (use protection!), foreplay, semi public (chuuya walks in and reader is under the desk), blowjob/handjob, use of daddy, use of petnames, use of whore and slut.

There was something about you that made Dazai keep his eyes on you. Maybe it was the fact that you definitely had a cheerful attitude which was quite on uncommon in the Port Mafia, or the fact that Dazai would get hard every time he saw your breasts jiggle in your uniform. But there was one thing to know, Dazai wanted you to himself.

Dazai finally find you where he wanted you, on top of his desk while he hovered over you. The room was silent minus the few pants that would come out of your mouths when you finally stopped kissing.

“Need you, please.” Slipped out of your mouth as he moaned against your lips, he only moved away and sat back in his chair. He could tell by the look on your face you were disappointed but to him it didn’t matter.

“Belladonna, if you want you can always sit on my thigh?” You couldn’t wait as you moved off the desk and sat on his thigh, rubbing yourself against him. It provided only a little bit of pleasure, before you ended up throwing you head back whining.

”You’re always busy with your paperwork, or missions. I should just go ask Chuuya to help.”

Before you knew it Dazai’s hand slipped around your neck, slamming you onto the desk. He only choked you slightly still being able to breathe without struggling.

“Darling, you wouldn’t even dare to do that. You and I both know that Chuuya will never be able to fuck you as good as I do.” He moved his hand off your throat, moving dangerously close to your tits. “And if you did get with Chuuya, my poor bunny won’t be able to commit a double suicide with me.”

He moved his hand down your waist, pulling down your little skirt you wore. Pushing your panties to the side, he slipped in one finger.

“God, who knew a higher-up Port Mafia mafia member, would be such a little whore for me.” He roughly added another finger before pumping them in and out of you, wasting no time before he added a third one.

Both you and him knew you were going to cum soon, your insides clenching onto his fingers. Almost begging him to keep his fingers in there.

“Please, Dazai, can I come.” he shook his head before pulling out, licking his fingers clean.

“You know that’s not my name Belladonna.” He waited a few more seconds before adding his fingers back in. “If you want to cum, you better say my name correctly.”

“Please daddy, let me cum!” You whined out, you were at this point almost riding his fingers yourself.

“Go ahead baby.” He sped up, before you released. The white liquid running down his fingers before he licked it off.

He quickly pushed your panties fully off, before starting with his pants and boxers. His long erect dick, springing up from the confinement that they were in.

“Belladonna, you have no clue how much I want this.” He leaned in and kissed your lips, his long fingers brushing your lips before he stuck one in your mouth. “Suck on it Bella.”

You sucked on his ring finger, before he removed it from your mouth. He quickly pumped his dick a couple times before lining it up with your hole, slamming his dick inside of you.

“To big d-daddy.” He kept moving, roughing slamming his hips against yours. Pounding his cock into your helpless pussy, and the only thing you could do was scream.

A knock on the door, caused you two to stop.

“Dazai, we need to talk.” A voice who both of you could obviously tell was Chuuya came from the other side.

Dazai quickly shoved you under his desk, not before he gave you the directions to suck him off under it.

“You can come in Chuuya.” You rubbed your fingers over the silt of dick before giving it a few pumps, although you didn’t waste much time before pushing it into your mouth.

You couldn’t make out much of what the two of them were saying, you kept moving your head up and down on his dick. Only removing it when you kitten like licked it, or gave the tip a kiss.

“Oh, and Dazai the next time you bring a slut to fuck, at least bring them to your house.” Chuuya said as he left the office.

It didn’t take long before Dazai released a load inside of your mouth, forcing you too swallow it.

He quickly pulled out of your mouth, cleaning his dick with a tissue. Before removing you from under his desk, smiling at your face.

“God, Belladona, I wish he didn’t come in here.” You smiled at him, giving him a kiss on his nose. “Stop playing around with me, and just become my girlfriend.”

“Hmm, How do you think my parents would react if I dated a mafia member.” you chuckled before sitting ontop of him facing him.

“You’re part of the mafia dummy.” He kissed your lips before moving backwards. “Also did you hear, Chuuya thought you are a slut.” He didn’t notice until after finishing it that you were asleep.

He pulled up his own pants, along with putting yours on and took of his coat, putting it on top of you as you slept on the couch of his office.

OMG THIS SUCKED SO MUCH

[ravencincaide]

You have a collect call from–

Summary:  Just because you’re still single doesn't mean you were waiting for him to come crawling back to you.You were moving on at your own pace- or so you told yourself. OR the time you made Dazai sweat a little.

Pairing: Fem reader x Osamu Dazai

Inspired by sweetober prompt 28: Calling  

Warnings: Cursing, lying, a little toxic, a little manipulative. It's BSD come on.

You have a collect call from Dazai an inmate at Mersault correctional facility. If you wish to accept the charges and proceed with the call, press 1. Otherwise–You hung up before the automated voice could finish the standard message and placed the stationary phone slowly back into its place atop the heavy, dark wooden desk inside your office. Your hand lingered atop the device for a few moments- just ready to rip it up to your ear if the bastard tried to get ahold of you again with a typical, back to back, call. 

Surprisingly, none came.  

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you pulled your hand back to your body, and dropped it heavily into your lap. Then you leaned further against the fine leathery back of your office chair. A somewhat comforting motion that put some distance between you and the thing that dared disturb your peace. As if by habit your eyes shifted to the clock which ticked away time at the opposite side of the desk. Right beside a face-down picture frame. The cursed thing showed a few minutes shy of midnight. Too early to go home in a feeble attempt to get some rest before the start of another working day; too late to go to the local bar for something stronger than a cider. 

A pity. 

Then again you were going to participate in a workshop the following day, and reeking alcohol while sitting next to the highest bosses of the organization seemed like an amateur move. As much as you wanted to take a drink; sober was your only option. 

It was for the best, you persuaded yourself for the uptenth time as you rested your head on the palm of your hand. You did not want to give Dazai the satisfaction of knowing he still had such a profound effect on you. Did not want to make him believe that just hearing his pre-recorded voice was enough to unsettle you - to make you a whirlwind of complicated emotion that only the sip of booze could dull. 

He was an ex; a part of your past. An unsatisfying, unconcluded but still a part of the past. As if on cue the phone rang again. You declined it after a second.Yet  you barely managed to pull it from your ear before the next call came. You declined that one, but then the next one rang and then the next:

You have a– 

You have a collect call– 

You have a collect call from Hello Belladonna~

With each call, each automated tone or a breath of his voice you could feel your emotions growing more messy, more intertwined. Then spiraling into a ball of burning humiliated rage. How fucking hard was it for him to take a ‘no’ for an answer? Did you seriously need to spell it out for him. Another call, another purr of his smooth voice and you finally pressed 1. A low beeping echoed in the phone then a rustling sound as your call was redirected and connected to Mersault. 

“ What the fuck do you want?!” you snapped in half a yell the second you heard his intake of breath on the other side. 

“ Aww my belladonna is angry at me, what a sad situation” Dazai’s voice sounded genuinely sad; a puppy dog whine that didn’t let you get a word in. “ Each phone call is so expensive and my Donna does not even want to pick them up. Imagine the hassle of calling your house, your phone and your cell only to find out you’re still in the office. Ahh my bella you're so cruel, I try so hard and I’m greeted with such a hateful tone. Truly– “ 

“ Cut the act Dazai” you finally gathered enough frustration to not be swept up in his skillfully crafted web of lies. Still even you could tell that your tone was not as sharp as it was before- the anger a fraction of what it was from the first dial earlier that night. 

“ My my there’s no need to be rude belladonna  I was just being polite; not easy being single in your line of work” the way he addressed you now was the more familiar tone, the playful casual smile that made it all too obvious that he thought he had you where he wanted you to. That he was certain in your infatuation with him which would have kept you waiting for his return like an obedient puppy. Clearly he didn’t expect for his puppy to grow claws. 

“ What makes you think I’m single?” you raised an eyebrow, a hint of genuine surprise sipping into your tone of voice. 

Your question made Dazai laugh; “ Come now, no one would spend a night in their office if they had a lover to come home to. Stop acting coy and just come back to me.” He sounded almost bored with his statement. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and yet you could hear the tiniest hint of uncertainty.  Combined with the fact that he was calling you; the questions he asked and words he spoke instead of simply turning up on your doorstep told you he wasn’t as certain in his statements as he made himself out to be. Wasn’t as confident that nothing changed in his absence as tried to make out. Perhaps he was even letting you see this thing- this weakness in exchange for an honest conversation- or maybe he was too tired and desperate to hide all his sides from you in a carefully crafted mask that was Dazai. Too bad you were not in the mood for his games. 

“ Don’t bother coming to my place, Osamu. It’s not your home anymore” you answered before hanging up the phone. Then you turned it off, not giving him the satisfaction to play with you. Nor the closure- or the ability to nag and manipulate your mind from an unknown distance away. If he wanted to talk to you, to persuade or trick you, he would have to do so in person. To get his scrawny little ass out of Mersault - which you both knew he was more than capable of achieving- and then grace you with his presence. 

Now all that was left was to wait; either you had just ruined any chances of rekindling your half-a-year-on-hold relationship with Dazai, or you had just intrigued and hurt him enough to make him crave you all the more, like the forbidden fruit dangling just out of reach of his lips. 

And only time would tell which one.  

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[psalacanthea]

Tiger by the Tail

some more of my Dark Urge Belladonna and Gortash. Content warning in the fic notes, pls note before reading. It's Dark Urge, what can I say? It's weird and dark and messy.

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Absolutely stunned by the abruptness of his actions, and his sudden renewal of those excessive feelings she found so unnerving, she numbly handed him the bandage.  Gortashunraveled the mess, and pressed an end to her stomach.  The touch of his fingers was so unexpected and sudden that she flinched.  They were warm.  Calloused.

His face was set on intent lines.  “Put your hand here.”  He grabbed her by the wrist and led her to the bandage.  Numbly shocked, she did as he said.  Gortash went to work wrapping the cloth around her snugly, but not so tight as to burst the wounds again.

“As I was saying, I am here for open cooperation.  I have nothing to hide from you.  Our goals align completely!”

“I nearly killed you three times today,” she said, utterly lost.

“I know, and I quite like that about you.  I’ve been attempting to show my interest in you.  And apparently failing miserably at it– which has to be your fault.”

“You want to bed me?” she asked, some of her confusion and shock fading, letting the calm return to her mind.  Well, if he just desired her, that made him easier to control– what could be bad about that?  She assumed he felt the same about her.  But if it was mere conquest in mind, unsurprising for a Banite, then once would deal with it and he wouldn’t give her difficulty afterward.  “Very well.  Tighten the bandages.  The incision is not small.  If you are not careful it may split, and you may be dealing with more innards than you bargained for.”

Gortash stopped his circling of her with the bandage, giving her the strangest look.  “That is the most unattractive response I’ve ever received in my life.  Stunning.”

She averted her stare from him, lifting her chin.  “My lack of sarcasm does not indicate a lack of familiarity with it.  Just be forthright.  You’ve seen what I look like when I orgasm, and it’s all you can think about.  That’s understandable.”

Gortash tucked in the end of the bandage, giving her another equally strange, but wholly different stare.  It wasn’t one of the ones she was expecting.  He was so unsettling.  And so close.  “I think, deep down underneath it all, there’s a sense of humor.”

“There is not,” she snapped, offended and shocked.

“Sometimes…seduction is a process, my dear Belladonna.”

Giving him a sharp look, she narrowed her eyes.  “Belladonna?”

He smiled, eyes unfathomable.  “All your charming handmaidens are named after flowers.  I thought Belladonna suited you.  You said I could choose something to call you by.”

“People daren’t risk it, generally.”

His voice might be attractive at that moment, if it weren’t for the tinge of condescension.  “Well, I find teasing the tiger to be quite entertaining.  It’s always the dangerous ones that purr most sweetly in the end.”

How dare this petty merchant condescend to her?

[jackiequick]

Joshua Nolan - As sweet as honey but forgetful as a wish 🍯

= Note: He is also considered an Disney/OUAT OC

-> Christoper Robin — Joshua C. Nolan

-> How lucky I am to have something, that makes saying goodbye so hard

~~~~

Full name: Joshua Christopher Nolan-Morozov

Character titles: Christopher Robin, Daring Charming, The Knight, Lost Boy

Nicknames: Josh, Col, Colten, Robin, Charming Jr, Monkey, Silly Ol’ Bear, Sweet Boy

Age: 16-22

Height: 5’9

Birthplace: The Enchanted Forest

Job: Peacekeeper, Knight, Prince

~~~

Parents: Snow White & Prince Charming — Amelia Parker & Nikolai Morozov

Uncles: Alexander Morozov (The Dark Prince), Cole Lensherr (Rumple), Captain Hook (Jeremy)

Aunts: Cinderella (Rochelle Romanoff) , Michelle Danvers (Charming) , Mal (Liane Felton)

Best Friends: Belladonna St. James — Golden Believer, Author, Black Swan

Sexuality: Into guy, girl or both?

~~

Face claims: Jacob Tremblay (young), Alexander Calvert (older)

~~~

— Personality 🧩

He teenager with a heart of gold, yet his journey through life has been marked by shadows of loneliness and uncertainty. Despite his innate kindness and compassion, Joshua often finds himself navigating the world with a sense of hesitancy and clumsiness.

He tends to be shy in unfamiliar situations, his steps cautious and his words often tinged with a hint of passive-aggressiveness as a shield against his own insecurities. Joshua's tendency to act before he thinks often leads to moments of forgetfulness and clumsiness, with questions arising either too late or too early in conversations.

Despite these challenges, Joshua possesses an unwavering determination to put his best foot forward, even if it means following someone else's lead. However, this inclination to defer to others sometimes lands him in trouble, as he struggles to assert himself in moments of uncertainty. Nevertheless, Joshua perseveres, his resolve unshaken as he strives to overcome obstacles and find his place in a world that often feels overwhelming and unfamiliar.

In addition, he is an invitation of light with a mere sense of darkness within due to be alone for so long and fear of being shut down for being an orphan. But he has an ability you can say, he can see people’s heart sometime’s before their action.

~~~

Skills:

Swordsmanship

Marksmanship (with guns)

Archery (Bow & Arrow)

Negotiation

Quick Thinking

Light Magic?

Favorite Things:

Music

Reading & Writing (he has a knack for taking down notes and references to his latest research)

Movies (comedic and acclaimed action movies)

His silly old bear

His blanket with a monkey imprint

Blueberry pie

Honey with a dash of salt (or any other favorite snacks)

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—Playlist 🎶

—Yellow - Coldplay, ‘For you, I’d bleed myself dry’

—Somewhere Only We Know - Keane, ‘And if you have a minute, why don’t we go talk about it somewhere only we know’

—Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA, ‘What happened to the wonderful adventures, the places I had planned for us to go?’

—It’s Time - Imagine Dragons, ‘Now, don’t you understand that I’m never changing who I am?’

—You Are My Sunshine - Johnny Cash, ‘You'll never know, dear. How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.’

—Dear Theodosia - HAMILTON, ‘Pride is not the word I'm looking for. There is so much more inside me now.’

—Lost Boy - Ruth B, ‘There was a time when I was alone. Nowhere to go and no place to call home’

—Fight Song - Rachel Platten, ‘Take back my life song. Prove I'm alright song.’

—Stand By You - Rachel Platten, 'Cause I'm gonna stand by you. Even if we're breaking down. We can find a way to break through’

~~~~

—Background 🎞️

Growing up in the real world, he just a newborn when he came. The only thing he has of his bio parents are a blanket with his name 'Joshua C.' that had a tiny little monkey imprinted next to his name. He kept it over the years and never let it go hoping to find his parents one day and understand what happened. Growing up, he was put in the system being raised by families here and there, he found people who cared for him and others who didn't.

He was close to be adopted once by it didn't go how he might've wanted due to a few legal mix-ups that happened. He was fine with it. He stayed with a couple of good friends who's parents were more than happy to have him live with them.

There he would read comic books like marvel & dc, watch a a lot of movies like Peter Pan, Tangled, Real Steel, The Dark Knight, Avengers, Star Wars. He would grow up mixing himself with ways to escape reality by watching shows, hanging out with friends and always trying to be a good person by the end of the day. Despite it being hard, he sometimes stole from stores to survive which caused him to be treated badly for his crimes.

He wasn't the best at Math or Science to a certain extent, but he was rather good with English and History for some reason. He did trouble reading for a while, a teacher told him it’s problem with ADHD that he would have to work on later in life.

He liked art too, always doodling in his notebook. Over the years he did trying searching for his parents and wondered about his name but never got a clear answer. His last name was given by the first ever family that took him called 'Nolan' and it kinda stick with him. He liked it but he always went with the flow of it all, feeling a little numb by the world around him watching everyone pass by as he stayed in the same spot wondering what’s wrong with him.

Did he screw up somehow?

—Despite the goodness he has gotten, being lucky with things. He did have his harsh moments like shaped him into keeping a guard up every once in a while. Poor kid has had his ass handed to him more than once.

Some families that took him one just wanted the money, he tend to get bullied at school for not knowing he was, he was shy so he didn't always stick up for himself so he ended up a little bruised growing up, but he had a mouth on him for sure. He was a kid, so he may act like a baby when he's hurt or something.

Joshua may be shy, kind, a little bitter like a lemon and like to maintain a positive outlook on life but he is strong willing, doesn't like to listen at times and destroy orders if allowed to survive, he will talk back in his own way and have his mind tinkering with other ideas. He has a small drive within him to go with the flow but keep his head up and make sure to things turn out alright.

He was a trooper!

———

—Little flashbacks 🌌

In the enchanted forest, when the land found out about Amelia’s pregnancy, people were overjoyed and curious. Gifts were brought by friends, polls were made on names, some of their friends went overboard with designs on the nursery and so much more.

The parents were most excited of all. With the plenty of things that happened in their world, they thought children were out of the question but fate stepped in to say otherwise. Plenty of names were made in the polls, adding middle names for good measure.

When it came to gifts, a certain women in purple couldn’t help the urge but to go shopping in the very markets for stuffed animals and clothes of all kind.

Prince Nikolai Charming walks into the nursery one afternoon as his jaw dropped finding stuffed animals of different kinds all wrapped with a bow. A bear, a tiger, a small pig, a rabbit, and plenty of others. For a moment he thought his wife went overboard when a sweet cloud of purple smoke came popping in beside him as the women inside it grinned.

“You love it?” She said picking up one of the stuffed creatures playing with it’s jaw and said, “This one is Eeyore! Isn’t he cute?”

“You spoiling my child, they haven’t even arrived yet.” He replied with a chuckle reaching for a silly ol’ yellow bear, “Aww.”

“But aren’t they darling?”

“They are. Very are more than welcome to stay in this castle.”

“Wonderful! I also have a stuffed owl being brought up soon.”

The lady of the home walked in to see her husband and friend playing with the toys as if they are were children. She smiled asking, “Did you buy the whole market?”

“Hey! When you marry a prince, you understand the life of shopping for glory items.” Said Mal with a grin, “You love it?”

“I do. Cole will have a say about this, thinking you’re doing this to have your name on the poll.”

“Oh please, we would never..I like Liana as a name.”

“I knew it.” Responded her husband with a cheeky grin, looking over at the blanket laying over the crib the the stuffed bear in hand having an idea for later. He smirked to himself.

Charming moved behind his wife, using the paws of the bear to play the drums softly of her belly hoping it would get a kick out of their son or daughter. And to their surprise, a small kick came in return that startled his wife but got a laugh out of him. Liane laughed too.

Charming laughed, “Our kid seems to like the bear. Hmm, how about Winnie..?”

“..Pooh bear..” She added running her fingers across the stuff toy.

That same night as the two parents were crawling into bed, Charming hasn’t let go of that bear since, using it to tap over his wife’s belly as she laughed telling him to stop.

But he didn’t listen as he said, “Shh we are having father and baby playtime.”

“You’re a menace to society.” She repiled in between giggles.

“I know. I was thinking, for names..Joshua?”

“Joshua? I like it—no, I love it. Our little Josh and for a girl..Nadia?”

“Oooh Nadia..how about Robin? Nadia Robin”

“Pretty works for both!”

The two of them thought name list for a moment as their child kicked their mother again. Charming laugh finding it silly how his baby thinks it funny to frighten their mother as she glared at him not finding it so funny.

She spoke up this time holding up the list as she said, “Joshua..Christopher or Colton, as a middle name?”

He thought about it and snort pretending for a moment a scenario, “Joshua Christopher go to your room, young man..yeah I like it.”

“And Colton?”

“Hmm..Colton Robin, come downstairs for dinner we’re serving chicken!”

“Oooh Robin this time?”

As the parents talked issuing out names and combinations, their son or daughter kicked every once in a while. He was like their little monkey inside their mother’s belly.

~~~~

It was a late night, Amara Snow sat in the rocking chair of the nursery sewing together fabric to craft the blanket for their newly announced son.

She hummed a little tune instead of sleeping being careful with the needle saying, “You are gonna love it out here, bubba. You can jump around, learn how to read and write, have picnics outside theses walls, go to balls where you can dance past your bedtime..oh and you can hear your father sing.”

As if on cue, the man of the house walked in carrying designs he had for the blanket hearing the last part of her words.

He joked, “I don’t sing, my son.”

“Yes you do.” She replied noticing the papers in his hand, “What’s that?”

“Drawings I made for the blanket to put right next to his name.”

“Oh let me see.”

He reaches down to sit beside her, holding out the drawings to be made into patches for the blanket. One of a monkey, the other of a bear, a bird, a leaf, a crescent moon and a lovely sun.

The two of them choose the monkey to fit their little man best, deciding to place the right next to Joshua’s name in a sweet stylish handwriting. Cole wanted a settle for a stylish font for the name which was a darling choice.

“Our little monkey.” Nikolai joked resting a hand on her belly as a little punch was given in return causing him to gasp, “I thought you were asleep. Go to sleep!”

It was as if their son refuse to listen and kicked his father’s hand again. It was Snow’s turn to laugh at his reaction hearing that their son would be ground til he’s 2, if he doesn’t go to sleep. Her husband sent her a playful glare asking if she found it funny as she nodded.

“Then again, we aren’t much sleepers either hon.” Amelia added mid laugh.

“Not helping.” He respond trying to hide his smirk but failed.

~~~~

They had their good times and they’re bad with little Joshua despite not being born yet. Times Amelia would feel tired, other moments across during her pregnancy having gotten into some delicate cravings and or not fitting into her old dresses.

It kinda actually kinda cute sometimes, with their friends laughing. Cole would walk into her craving salted caramel cookies in the kitchen stealing one out of her hand taking a large bite as she pouts and glares at him. Charming would admit his one of his favorite moments were the fact that she had theses cravings, which meant he can buy as many treats as he liked. She would sometimes find his stuffing his face with leftovers in the middle of the night instead of resting and he would just give her a witty comeback in return.

Rochelle sometimes find her trying to sew a dress that would actually fit as she giggled wondering, if she’s alright and needed any help as the brunette would only nod.

“Your son is killing me.”

“Don’t talk about my child that way.”

“Joshua is trying to use my body as a punching bag resulting in my sore back and the other times, I’m carving something like pie or pasta.”

“Atta’ boy, he’s going to grow up and have an amazing taste in food like his father.”

Nik would hold back a laugh at his wife’s glare knowing she means well, just tired. Other days she was rather relaxed and chilling like nothing happened, enjoying her time. Other time he would get a glare from her that was rather hilarious to him.

“Are you serious?” She added with a half smile.

He cup her face and smile, “I’m kidding, love. I know you tired but think of this as his way of entertaining you while I’m gone.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry..I’m being a whiny wife to you.”

“It’s not your fault, love. You have every right to be this way.”

“But, I sound like a little bitch..I love our son, I’m just tired..”

“It’s okay. You need to rest.”

“So do you! You have been riding your horse, watching over our friends and practicing you’re fighting with Marlene for weeks now.”

“I’m fine.”

“Nicholas. You need to sleep, I’m worried about you.”

He smiled at how his wife was able to create life and worry about him all the same time despite her tiredness amazed him sometimes. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then one to her belly promising to draw himself a bath then get some rest later that night after dinner.

~~~~~

The day Joshua was born was an unexpected one. Within their friend group—found family—nothing is ever normal. Despite the circumstances of his birth and having only a few mere moments with him, a promise stayed true. Their son is a trooper no matter what and even if he felt alone in life, he never was due to his parents being there in spirt even if he didn’t know it.

Heck his dad was fighting knights with him in the hallways, holding a sword in one hand and his son perfectly safe in the other. He wiggled a bit didn’t cry, only whimpered softly at the sudden movements. Nik grinned to himself as his gaze fell to his boy.

It also helped that before closing the door to protect their son from danger, Nik reaches for his stuffed bear gently placing it right next to him, as he kissed his forehead. He smiled softly at his son sweet little face, remembering the framed photos of himself as a child at his old home when he just born.

His beautiful boy.

——

— Christopher Robin Era 🧸

The years when Joshua grew into his teenage-hood, he became more angsty and spiteful than ever before. Yes he was kind, humble enough and honest to everyone he spoke to. But he never felt truly valued or part of his pack. Despite being told time and time again by his father and mother, he was loved. He couldn’t fully comprehend the fact that he was meant to be home, safe and secure with them.

Especially with having an uncle so villainous as Alexander, and his adventures to different parts of the universe.

He decided to have faith in the possibility that he would get there someday and become worthy of the title, a part of the family. Because behind the awkward charm, clumsy tendencies, witty humor and gentle sarcasm held a lost boy from Neverland who was searching for comfort. And he found that comfort in old stuffed bear, Winnie The Pooh, who was there with him since day one of coming into this world as he never let go of him. He will forever be grateful for his father, Nikolai, for placing Pooh in the wardrobe that day, as that bear stayed with since birth.

-> He named Pooh bear, Winnie The Pooh, after the first kind person who treated him fair when he was only five. His kindergarten teacher Winnifred Robinson, as she was known to be a sweetheart towards him and his small set of classmates.

She could see a lot in someone by just the slightest hint of affection in her eyes. It instantly made Joshua smile and want to see the world instead of staying silent, allowing himself to explore creative ideas such as drawing and writing.

Due to spending so much time in her classroom, he would ask him about her thoughts on life and she would respond by saying whatever was on her mind in the most profound positive voice. Her voice was like honey.

Pooh brought support, reassurance and encouragement for him. Sometimes he would cuddle up with Pooh, looking up at the ceiling and just staring down at his chocolate brown buttons as the bear listened to him. It was like Pooh understood him in more ways than one.

Growing up, Pooh became his friend, as the two were going everywhere together. Hell, Joshua would eat his honey salted caramel cookies and play pretend that Pooh’s favorite treat was honey. When he was younger, he lost his silly old bear a couple of time in foster homes, as kids would throw the bear around and try to keep him away in the backyard to be dug up later. Which resulted in him having to wash the stuffed bear later on carefully and then put him on his bed for safety reasons.

-> When he was 14, Pooh ended up with a small cut on his chest and despite all of Joshua’s efforts, his sewing skills weren’t the best. He knew Pooh deserved a chance to look good and dapper in the eyes of his peers. So he found some cherry red fabric from the store across the street and kindly asked a friend, his caregiver at the time, to help him sew a shirt for the stuffed animals.

A few days later, Pooh was given a gift for his efforts, being a little cherry red shirt that covered his chest but left his belly open in the cutest way possible.

Joshua would muttered with a smile, “..silly old bear.”

As Joshua grew older, he became a bit colder than he expected to be but underneath that toughness, he was just as kind and loving as he used to be.

It just takes time for someone to see it, to listen and appreciate him for who he is. However to make sure he didn’t have his feelings hurt, he kept his guard up and watch his surroundings as much as possible. Which resulted in creating personas and short term alias with people he came across.

Some of alias came and went, but others stayed.

It’s how he met his first crush, Ginny Sullivan and her friends. Joshua was unsure of the girl and her two friends, so he decided to make himself an uneasy target and lie about himself.

He remembered he was rushing out of a store after stealing a small toy train, when he bumped into Ginny as she asked, “Woah, watch where you’re going, dummy.”

“So-sorry.” He said picking up his phone that fell on the ground.

“It’s cool. You’re in a rush?”

“More or less..”

“Where you headed?”

“Home.”

He left her on the streets alone until she crossed paths with the blonde girl again at the same spot. The second time, she stopped him, wanting to invite him out for a quick slice of pizza. He was 14 years old, he has nowhere else to be, no harm done right?

Wrong.

After that afternoon with Ginny, he grew to have a small crush on her. He never admitted it because he wasn’t interested in any relationship or anything, but he did regardless. She realized mid conversation she never asked him about his name, as Joshua blinked and said his name was Tim Robins.

And she surprisingly brought it.

Little did he know, Ginny was just using him to get something from the store across the street from the pizzeria. She wanted a pretty little bracelet from the back of the store. Because two weeks later of seeing each other, after a small date at McDonald’s, Ginny wanted to go to the store to buy some extra lipstick and Joshua shrugged deciding it would be a quick trip. He knew he wanted to sneak into that park on the other side of town later on, and she agreed to his request. Ginny grabbed her lipstick, an extra pair of sunglasses, a keychain and that cute little bracelet.

They were out of the store within a few minutes flat, sometime later the two of them were sitting lazily on the swings at the park, chatting and laughing. The two shared a small connection, with his parents always being busy and not having time for them (again, another lie on Joshua’s part), how they wished they could stop time and get a moment to breathe. Ginny smiled holding up the bracelet with a small chain of a flower on it, talking about how everyone is a flower and they just needed time to bloom.

Joshua felt that piece to his core and leaned in to kiss her cheek, taking Ginny by surprise as she pressed a small kiss to his cheek back.

However the moment was cut short, as two police officers found them, taking both teens to jail to be held overnight. Ginny lied saying it wasn’t her fault, that her “boyfriend wanted to treat her nice” as Joshua scoffed telling the officer the truth about what happened. That he had no idea that she stole the bracelet…

Let’s just say the next morning, Ginny didn’t talk to Joshua again and left the guy alone to take the blame. Once he got back to his foster parents, Joshua got a stern talking to and slapped for his actions, grounding him for a long period of time. Thankfully they didn’t press charges on the boy per say.

He climbed into his bed that day, laying down holding up Pooh and said, “Winnie, never fall for some dumb girl..she will just play you.”

He sighed to himself muttered, “..what am I doing? I barely go to school, don’t even bother to have friends..hell, I talk to my old stuff bear, no offense intended Pooh, I’m pathetic..”

“What does pathetic mean?” Said a tiny voice, who open the door to his bedroom with mousy brown hair, green eyes and wearing a blue dress.

His foster sister Darby, only 7 years old, who entered the room, allowing herself to sit on the bed without his permission to do so. Joshua just sighed and rolled his eyes at her explaining what the word meant as she nodded. She asked if he was in trouble and he just nodded.

“How long?” She asked pushing her bangs out of her face.

“No idea..” He answered with a sigh.

“..wh-so what are you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know. I’m screwed here..and I lied a lot about who I am..”

“Maybe you can find someone to tell you who you are?”

He scoffed, “Yeah right. The papers aren’t easy to find, Darb, I tried.”

“Well um…how about you make up a story?” She asked again digging her fingers into Pooh’s belly, “..like the drawings..”

“Like my drawings? Darb, I can’t just do that.”

“Yes you can! Like when you created those characters in your story like..um..Piglet, Tigger..and-and..”

“And Roo? The ones with Pooh I tell you about?”

She beamed and nodded, “Yes! Yes! Like the one where Pooh has a tea party with his friends and you invite me!”

He chuckled at that remebering that story, “I remember that. Pooh got his head stuck in a hole and his friends had to pull him out afterwards.”

“Yeah! You can do that!”

“..okay. Okay, I’ll bite, what would my name be?”

“I don’t know..”

Eventually he did figure it out. It took him a while, especially after his time with Darby’s parents were up, but he did. Joshua would spend time with his friends and the foster care workers, crafting little details of stories to tell one day in his book. He would sent the little drawings to the girl as she would write back in letter in appreciation for his stories.

He even wrote himself into the story as Carter Robins.

Of course, over the years after turning 15 and meeting his family, being his parents, aunts and uncles. Essentially spending some time Belladonna, finding his faith in people and understanding the truth to his history, he grew into changing the name.

He learned small details about his past experiences and hidden memories he had no idea about. Such as his full name, his skill set, his role in the world as peacekeeper among his friends and challenging his own thoughts on who he was meant to be.

It was nice yet difficult as his thoughts, opinions and feelings ate him away in confusion. He was always comparing himself to everyone else and wondered if he did belong there.

And he did. Because like anytime in Joshua’s life, it took time and patience to get to that point of acceptance in order to appreciate that account in his existence. As during an accidental encounter with Belladonna’s discoveries, two of them were sent back in time to the Enchanted Forest, before they were ever even considered ideas in their parent’s minds.

In order to get back and restore the small damage they done, the pair of friends had to go undercover as royals themselves. Thanks to Cole! Bella was not up for the challenge of disguising herself in some snarky little outfit in the beginning but as time passed she began to accept the plan.

Joshua took the lead during beginning of their trip, entering a Royal Ball (Princess Michelle’s party to where she would meet Rochelle for the first time) with Belladonna using fake names.

He announced them as Princess Leia Swan and used his middle name to refer to himself as Prince Christoper Robin.

——————

— The Eye Are Windows To The Soul 💫

Joshua's ability to perceive discern the intentions of others through his eyes is indeed a remarkable skill, one that sets him apart and adds depth to his character. His eyes serve as a mirror to the souls of those around him, reflecting their true nature and motivations with uncanny accuracy. Despite this extraordinary ability, Joshua remains humble and compassionate, using his gift for the greater good rather than personal gain.

His keen insight into human nature allows him to navigate complex social dynamics with ease, as he can see beyond surface appearances to uncover the underlying truths. Whether it's detecting deception or sensing genuine sincerity, Joshua's eyes serve as a guide in his interactions with others, offering him a unique perspective on the world.

One look into his eyes and you might as well served yourself a chance at being his friend or foe. It’s a pool of curiosity his eyes carry, that might even make the other wish they looked the opposite direction.

This skill not only enhances Joshua's ability to connect with people on a deeper level but also underscores his innate sense of empathy and understanding. By recognizing the complexities of human behavior, he is able to offer genuine compassion and support to those in need, making him a trusted confidant and ally to many.

In a world where words can often be misleading, Joshua's eyes stand as a beacon of honesty and authenticity, shining light on the darkness and illuminating the path towards truth and understanding.

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— Overall Tale 📖

Joshua never thought himself as wanted, valued or respected enough to be cared for. As his journey from childhood to adolescence is marked by a profound sense of longing and displacement, coupled with moments of resilience and self-discovery.

Despite growing up in various foster homes and experiencing the transient nature of relationships, he finds solace in the companionship of his cherished stuffed bear, Winnie the Pooh. Pooh becomes more than just a toy; he is a constant source of comfort and a silent confidant in Joshua's tumultuous world.

Throughout his teenage years, Joshua grapples with a sense of identity and belonging, often feeling like an outsider looking in. He struggles to reconcile his desire for connection with his fear of rejection, leading him to adopt personas and aliases as a form of self-preservation. Despite his attempts to shield himself from hurt, he remains inherently kind-hearted and compassionate, traits that define his character amidst the chaos of adolescence.

Joshua's journey is also marked by pivotal encounters and moments of self-reflection. His brief but meaningful connection with Ginny Sullivan offers a glimpse of vulnerability and yearning beneath his guarded exterior. However, it also serves as a reminder of the complexities of human relationships and the importance of trust and authenticity.

As he navigates the challenges of adolescence, Joshua discovers the power of storytelling and creativity as a means of self-expression and healing. His alter ego, Christopher Robin, becomes a conduit for his imagination and a way to explore his own identity in a safe and nurturing environment.

Yes it will take time, however he is willing to take a step forward and make himself known to the people around him that he’s here to stay.

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Ahh wow that was a lot! Sorry if it was long (i might add more stuff later you knows?)

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