#Bsd drabble

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

chuuya with a kitty!reader... he's sat on the bed, his back against the headboard as he waits for you. he's tired, exhausted actually, but the image of you in your teeny tiny little shorts keeps replaying in his mind. and your flimsy little tank top. your cute ears. your tail. fuuck...

he's half-hard in his boxers but he refuses to touch himself. he's hoping it'll simply go away if he ignores it long enough; you're in the bathroom washing your face while he's silently drowning in the lewd thoughts about his kitty. he doesn't want to ask, he feels just a bit embarrassed to do it – he's sure you've had one hell of a day too, sleeping and eating can oh, so tiring for a little cat like you afterall.

his head hits the wall behind him, his eyes falling shut as he fists the sheets. he just wants to go sleep; he wants to cuddle you and kiss you, and feel you against him. and feel you around him. you'd be so warm, so tight – his eyebrows furrowing with a cute, pink blush forming over the apples of his cheeks. he knows you'd make him feel so good, you always do. chuuya thinks about the fraction of a second when he caught sight of you bending over, the material of your shorts streching over your ass so deliciously. he feels like a proper pervert when his dick twitches at the thought of your soft thighs and your belly. your small hands, your skilled fingers, your sharp nails—

the bed dips and his eyes flick open, only to be met with your mischievous ones. you know. placing your hands on the mattress, you crawl toward him at a tantalizingly slow pace; your tails sways seductively behind you and your eyes twinkle with something dark, your lip caught under your canines as you settle yourself between his thighs. never breaking the eye-contact, you watch his adam's apple bob and the flush on his face spread even further. it goes down his neck and to his chest, to his shoulders and his ears. you think it's very cute, the effect you have on the port mafia excecutive.

"what's wrong, chuu, hm?" cocking your head to the side, you trace your nails over his knees, making the man shiver. your voice is sickly sweet, only making the embarrassment settle deeper in his gut as he tries to think of a way to change the topic. but your gaze is heavy and your touch burns, fingers slowly inching higher and higher over his sensitive thighs. "you can tell me... "

the pout you're giving him and the way you keep fluttering your eyelashes is not making it any easier for him, his head filling with filthy, just outright obscene scenarios and he feels awful. "it's nothing, doll. let's sleep, yeah?"

he raises his hand to caress your face and something warm pools behind his ribcage when you lean into his touch. your eyes soften just a tad and he's sure he's done it, but when he suddenly feels you cup his bulge, your nails slightly grazing the sensitive skin under his balls, he jerks forward. his eyes go wide and you think he looks even cuter now.

"what about this though, hm?" you apply some more pressure and watch the man before you crumble. ginger strands of hair fall in front of his eyes and he looks incredibly fucked out already. oh, how you want to play with him.

while keeping your ass up high, you place your elbows on the bed, knowingly pushing his buttons by showing him your perfect arch. slowly, your tail sways behind you, from left to right, and he feels as if he's being hypnotized. giving his balls another squeeze, you jut out your bottom lip. "i just want to take care of you."

chuuya's breath gets stuck in the back of his throat, his fingers wrapping around the hand that's giving so much grief. "you really don't need to, love. i– it's okay."

but his own body betrays him - the wet patch on his boxers, makes you coo at him while resting your cheek on his upper thigh. "please?"

your warm breath fans his clothed, aching cock and it's almost impossible to say no to you. how could he, when you're looking the most beautiful little thing he's ever seen in his whole entire life. and not only that, but you're also asking, basically begging to make him feel good.

"you sure?" he cards his hand through your hair, your ears twitching at the loving act – he's always been so very caring, constantly putting your needs above his own, so you figure it's time to show your appreciation.

"i want to, chuu."

leaning forward, you press your tongue against the side of his shaft, wetting the fabric with your saliva as you keep your eyes on your boyfriend.

with the combination of your hand and your warm mouth and the heavy gaze you offer him, chuuya feels lightheaded already. his free hand fists the sheet below him, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the material while his other stays in your hair. his palm rests on the back of your hair, gently pushing you closer to his bulge without him even realizing that he's doing it – he's way too far gone already. the pink on his cheeks deepens and you watch how his lips part in a silent moan and you take it as a sign that you're doing good, that you should keep going.

so after giving him a few more kitten licks, you grant him a smile, to which he responds with a twitching cock. he feels ashamed that he's so easy but he really can't help it – he can't help but let out a raspy hiss when you wrap your lips around his tip and suckle on it like it's some kind of candy. like it's your treat.

chuuya's hips buck up and he shoves you into him, so your whole face gets smushed against his bulge but it's not like you mind; you like it when he loses his control a little, you like it when he acts out of pure pleasure. it's the hottest thing in the world.

there's an apology on the tip of his tongue but it fades the moment you place a hand on top of his, telling him that he hasn't crossed any lines and that he should keep it there. chuuya gives you a small nod while swallowing, his adam's apple bobbing in the process. beads of sweat dribble down the side of his neck and you feel hungry, the itching desire creeping up your throat the more you look at him.

as you hum at the salty taste of his precum, you inch your hand a bit lower and start massaging the ever-so-sensitive spot between his balls and his hole, and you're immediately praised for doing so.

his back rises from the bed and forms an almost entirely perfect arch as a loud moan topples from his bitten lips. you think about teasing him for being so responsive but decide to hold back the thoughts just this once.

"ah– fuck!"

your tail picks up the pace, your own heart racing at the sight of him feeling good – this is what you want most, to just let him relax. to let him feel. he works so hard; all day long, and sometimes all night long and so, being the one that's able to give him the well-deserved reward he so deserves makes pride swell in your chest.

you keep rubbing small circles with your index and middle finger while sucking on his tip, the material of his boxers now completely soaked with the mixture of your drool and his precum. with the help of the guiding hand on the back of your head, you develop a steady pace at which you rock yourself into him.

he's writhing now. your mouth is so fucking warm and your fingers are working him like magic, not to mention the way you keep wiggling your ass up in the air. he can't get over how your tail moves, your excitement so evident that it's hard for him not to think about the mess he'd find between your own legs.

and then there's your eyes.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

you haven't taken them off of him once and all the attention is really getting to him. his entire body burns with pleasure and his orgasm hits him like a fucking truck. the high comes so suddenly that he has no time to give you any sort of warning, not that you needed one anyway. with your lips still around him, you take him in your mouth as much as you can and cherish the way he's giving yourself to you.

chuuya grinds his hips against your chin and bites down onto his lip so hard it almost draws blood; he's now fully red in the face and in the chest and he's panting like a dog. it's a sight you never get tired of.

you lap on all of the cum that seeps through his boxers and then wait for him to make proper eye-contact with you again, to swallow it all with a smile. he gulps before mustering up a smile of his own – tired, flustered and lovesick all at once.

his body is still tingling with the aftershocks of the orgasm when you push yourself up and crawl on top of him and plop down onto his lap. hands on his warm cheeks, you kiss him hungrily, nipping at his lips and giggling into his mouth when his fingers dig into the plush skin of your waist in surprise.

but this is enough for the night, so you pull away and watch him chase after you with his eyes still closed. you give him another grin and brush his nose with yours and then you're already nuzzling yourself into his side and wrapping your hands around his middle.

chuuya sits there with his heart trying to jump out of his chest. oh, you're something alright. he still has to clean himself up and he knows that you didn't forget that – he knows that as much as you love making him feel good, you also love to push his buttons. to tease him and to really rub in the fact that he's completely and utterly wrapped around your pretty little finger.

his head falls against the headboard with a thud and a sigh and he swears he can feel you smiling against his skin. he loves it.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

🤍🫧🐚 i can’t stop thinking about him so here you go !

best friend! chuuya, who everyone assumed to be your boyfriend, as he constantly stood beside you like he was glued there. who has made it a point to keep you out of his work life, always offering to come to you instead. who seems to despise all your boyfriends, though he’s nice enough to put it aside when he sees your happiness is genuine. who can just as easily take that niceness, stuff it in a bag, and beat your boyfriends senseless with it if they treat you wrong.

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boyfriend! chuuya, who retains most of his habits from when he was simply just a friend. who is a dream wrapped into a 5’3 muscular mafioso, charmingly funny and sweet and exactly what it takes to melt your heart. who loves you, and loves anything that are extensions of you- your family, friends, pets, etc. who still gets nervous around you, its a little embarrassing. who loves you like its the first time he’s seeing you, and treats you like every moment could be his last. in his life? it could be.

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husband! chuuya, who feels like he’s been married to you since the day he asked you to be his. who cares a lot about his appearance but doesn’t seem to mind all that much when he finds grey hairs on his pillows. who honestly considers leaving the mafia, being with you, starting a family and allowing himself to experience all the love he never got to have. who doubles down on that decision not long after the wedding. <3

[justcallmesakira]

"Dazai, lets go on a ride with your car yeah?" you ask entering dazais room, a soft and beaming smile full of sprinkles and tenderness.

His eyes dart towards you.

"No how about you ride on something else?~"

Dazai's voice rings in your ears as he smugly looks at you before manspreading his legs.

With pure disgust, the most horrifying shock know to mankind, pure trauma presented in your eyes and with a smile that got its innocence flown away you pick up your phone, a menacing glare in your now devoid eyes.

"Hey chuuya, ever wondered where your expensive french exported 9 set wine go? :D"

[chocsra]

✧ you stir away from dazai's embrace when…

he pulls away softly, exhaling gently as he gazed over your disturbed face and overly relaxed body. burying your face into the junction of his bandaged neck further.

"[y/n].." the brunette feigned a chuckle and stroked your velvety locks to capture your undivided attention, "[y/n]." dazai whispered, the slightest smile appearing on his usually cryptic features. but you further concluded through a hazy gaze, that his smile, usually concealed with a layer of deceit, was ever so genuine. "hmm?" you smiled back, a subdued groan pulling from your chest as you stretch your limbs, arms quickly encircling back to hugging his slim waist. "i wanna show you something.." he murmurs, lips placed on the top of your head with a pout. raising a brow at your boyfriend's proposal, you lift your gaze to his umber eyes.

"my bandages." dazai fiddles with his fingers almost awkwardly, grazing over the rougher texture of the bandages; a rather different approach compared to his skin. "what about them?" you question, reckoning to leave his turbulent concerns and just bury yourself back into his chest. the young detective huffs out a frustrated sigh; almost childishly, annoyed that you were completely fine with his bandaged limbs and didn't get what he wanted.

"off. i think i wanna take them off." —a phenomenon you would've never thought dazai osamu would ever allow to, especially suggest. you slowly nod, your fingers grazing over his knuckles, "you sure?" dazai liked the texture of bandages, it hid his skin, what laid underneath, and the texture was just.. comforting. a proud pleasure of his the detective never tried to hide; the shielding feeling of bandages. the brunette seemed nervous, almost terrified that he was going to let this go right now. dazai figured that if you were going to be with him, you should be with all of him. "mhm, i.. i wanna feel you forreal."

and so, carefully, he unwrapped the bandages off his fingers, then his arms, then his neck. and soon, the brunette sheepishly bared all of him to you—his version of all of him, at least.

dazai.. no, osamu, took this time to run his bare fingers through your silken hair. lips parting ever so softly as a pink blush tinted his cheeks, unfamiliar to this stricken feeling of just you. the detective giggles softly at your lovestruck smile, admiring such a rare and beautiful sight. osamu reached beneath your shirt, hands ghosting over your waist delicately, pulling you in closer for his fingers to stop and caress your lower back. you happily conceal your face into his bare neck again, intaking the soft scent of alcohol and fresh laundry. when your lips are pressed against his neck, dazai stirs and giggles faintly, moving his arms into encircling your shoulders, pulling you close to just card his fingers through your hair. intake your delightful and familiar scent, and giggle at each other's intimate vulnerability.

during a night such as this, being completely vulnerable to each other was rare, but you'd continue to bask in it for many nights, evenings, and days to come.

w/c: 524

✧ chocsra™

[rae-writes]

meet cute || Dazai Osamu

“Excuse me, Belladonna—“ 

The smooth voice immediately caught your attention, heart beating a little faster before you’d even turned around. And, oh, when you did turn around, your heart felt like it’d beat right through your ribcage.

Brown, earthy eyes met yours, captivating you instantly. The man’s features were defined, wavy hair resting perfectly (and messily— it was cute) over his forehead…he was…gorgeous. And every other synonym of the word. 

“Y-yes?” 

He smiled at your stutter, those same captivating eyes twinkling with ill-hidden amusement. “I’d like to have your help with picking out flowers, Bella…if it’s not too much trouble.” 

Flowers. Right, flowers— this is a flower shop. Duh. 

You averted your eyes and laughed rather sheepishly, ignoring your heating cheeks as you moved out from behind the front counter. “Of course…what’s the occasion?” 

Dazai walked out with a beautiful bouquet, designed perfectly to go lay at the headstone of his friend— and with a desire to go back the very next week. 

[chuuyrr]

If you still write for Gojo reader I would like to make a request in which the Bsd men (Dazai, Chuuya and anyone else that comes to mind) comfort Gojo reader after she snaps (like loosing their sense of control) during a fight with an enemy. Gojo reader feels like she’s not human as he was there to see that side of her.

when they see their gojo! s/o snap

✧˖ ° bungo stray dogs x gojo! reader | series masterlist

✧˖ ° CW(s): f! reader, headcanons, comfort, brief mentions of blood and brief descriptions of one's lost sense of control

✧˖ ° PAIRING(s): dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya

✧˖ ° SYNOPSIS: in which they see gojo [name], or you, their darling angel, lose her sense of control for the first time.

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

✴ DAZAI OSAMU !

it happens when the enemies you were facing together with dazai decided to use their ability to involve all the innocent citizens that were surrounding you both.

the sight of the blood and the innocent people being hurt like nothing was enough to send you into a complete frenzied state with every bit of care stripped from you as you left dazai's side and just went right in.

seeing you mercilessly attacking while holding such a terrifying silent blank look in your six eyes deeply reminds dazai of his old partner back in the port mafia as it was like seeing chuuya use corruption all over again, but it was different this time because that was you on he field right now; his lover.

now, dazai doesn't care if his own comrades nor your own subordinates are scared of you in your current state, nor if they were all screaming at him to back off. he's never scared of you, and he knows to himself that he's the only one who could stop you.

so, dazai instantly steps right in, taking a hold of your wrist tightly, calling out your name as his ability runs across your veins to nullify your limitless ability which enables you to harness infinity.

he might not be able to nullify your six eyes as it was a non-ability like lovecraft's, but it was enough to bring you back to your senses like having a cold splash of water hit your face to wake you up in the morning as your limitless and infinity broke down.

the moment he sees your eyes dart towards him, dazai feels nothing but sympathy and remorse for you as you look at him with a teary-eyed gaze with smears of blood on your face and knuckles.

he knows that look in your eyes all too well as you also reminded dazai of his old self back in the port mafia—this whole other dangerous and ruthless side of you that you've always kept hidden with your blindfold over your six eyes.

"darling?"

dazai's voice was enough to pull right out of the dark waters you had drowned yourself in.

it was soothing, and comforting, just like the feeling of his ability breaking through your infinity and limitless, and just like how his skin feels so warm and loving, more importantly, breaking you out of your lack of senses state.

as you look up at him with a teary-eyed gaze and hitched breaths upon realizing what you had just done, he immediately pulls you right into his embrace, hushing you sweetly.

"shh.. shh.. it's okay, my love. i'm right here for you," dazai whispers softly as he rubs circles on your back, holding you tightly in his arms.

"n-no.. you shouldn't have seen me like that.." you softly murmur, stressfully rubbing your face and running your fingers through your hair.

your eyes threaten to cry as your voice cracks like glass, "that wasn't human of me, 'samu."

"shh.. no, no, no.. look at me, my darling.." dazai shakes his head, gently cupping your face in his hands as he holds you closer to him, making you look into his eyes, "look at me please?"

as you stare into dazai's dark brown eyes with your heavenly six eyes, his gaze softens further as he leans in and kisses your forehead while delicately stroking your cheek, "there's my girl."

"don't ever say that you aren't." dazai whispers, this time pressing his forehead against yours as he rocks your body closely side to side as if he were comforting a child, "you're more human than you think, my darling."

even if dazai has internal struggles over not being qualified as a human, and even though it's difficult for him, he constantly reassures and consoles you, just as you do when he doesn't.

✴ NAKAHARA CHUUYA !

losing control is a feeling and state that chuuya was no stranger of due to having constantly been there because of his own gravity manipulation ability and temper.

but, of course, that's a different thing when chuuya was looking at you. when he sees smoke and debris filling the atmosphere as you fight head-to-head with an enemy, he's in for a surprise.

now, chuuya would usually be cheering for you on the sidelines since he loved seeing you show off.

however, the moment the bandages covering your eyes slid off and your six eyes went blank, he knew that this wasn't it.

chuuya, as brutal as he is, never takes people's lives for granted and understands the value of compromise and rationality.

so, when chuuya sees you going too far, even if your opponent was already in no state to continue with his comrades already down, he promptly jumps in, even if it is tough for him to do so because his own talent was no match for yours.

chuuya stands in front of you, arms outstretched on each side, staring deep into your eyes, piericing your soul, not scared to be hurt by you if it means getting you back.

he knows you like the back of his hand, and he knows in his heart and soul that no matter how dangerously strong you are due to your limitless ability and six eyes as a gojo, you will never hurt him.

"sweetheart?"

chuuya stares at you without fear or hesitation as you stand there with an indecipherable look over your eyes as your fingers twitch.

"it's over, baby. you annihilated the enemy already, yeah?" chuuya pries again, expecting his voice would draw you right back to him, brows furrowed, but his voice remained soothing and calm.

chuuya's eyes light up with hope when he hears his voice and sees him fill your vision with his presence, and a flood of relief sweeps over him when he notices your blank eyes change.

as the red ball of compressed infinity in your fingers evaporates into thin air, emotions return to your eyes. chuuya walks over to you and softly takes both of your hands in his.

chuuya's eyes soften instantly when he sees the look of shame and guilt on your face. your expression was almost identical to the one he has every time he had to resort to corruption.

chuuya wraps his arms around you, his eyes softening even more as he realized you were truly back to your composure as you broke down your infinity for chuuya to hug you.

"i don't feel human right now.. let go of me, chuuya.." you murmur softly in a strained voice.

"hey, now. don't go saying stuff like that," chuuya says, cupping your face in his gloved hands and forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"but you should haven't seen me like that.." you argue back, sighing deeply.

"but you're still human in any case, sweetheart. my heart and soul knows so," chuuya says quietly in your ear as he kisses your forehead, putting your heart and mind at peace with his comfort, "and i'll never, ever be afraid of you either. you're beautiful, and you're so human."

✧˖ ° niki says ! ༉‧₊˚.

hi there, thank you for requesting my dearest anon !! so yeah, i have new-ish theme for my writings now. okay but i won't be applying this kind to my old fics (i'm too lazy), and i'm not so sure if i can be consistent either, and i'm sorry if it's kind of repetitive. i also didn't have any other characters in mind so i only did them. sorry !! "૮₍ •⤙•˶

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[warabidakihime]

Hello! If requests for you are still up then I was wondering if you could do my request? It's completely fine if you can't^^

It's a dazaixreader at first and slowly turns into a chuuyaxreader type of short story(?) Reader is female or gender-neutral^^ it's a fluff to angst to comfort to fluff I guess?

The reader was a young executive alongside Dazai at the time and because of that, they were good friends that have grown to love each other deeply. Their love for each other then bloomed and they were in a relationship, making them known as dengerous duo/couple within the Mafia and Yokohama. When they had recruited Chuuya into the Mafia, Chuuya had started to develop feelings for reader because of their close friendship but was well-aware of her relationship with Dazai making him just keep his feelings to himself. Chuuya, reader and Dazai were then known as the 'Dark Trio' of the Port Mafia because of their ability to finish such dangerous missions assigned to them at such a young age, with such high intellect and strong abilities at hand. When Dazai left the Mafia, the reader was left heartbrokened and Chuuya along with some PM members(Kouyou, Elise, Higuchi) tried to comfort the reader. By this, Chuuya and the reader became more close as their bond grew more stronger and eventually, the reader reciprocated Chuuya's feelings.

Now I'm wondering how would Dazai react at this? I know that this isn't really a new idea since I think someone has made something very similar to this but I just wanted to see how it'd go because this is what I had in mind for my OC

hello! i am SO sorry it took me this long to respond. to be honest with you, i'm not taking any request at the moment cause i don't want to leave people hanging should something hold me back from writing (like what i did just now ;-;), but! i was in the mood to write again after so long and after i finally got the time to actually sit down and write.

i actually written a very similar fic to what you requested but i also went ahead and wrote this for your request and i hope you like it! i also hope i'm not too late HAHA.

ENJOY!

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Within the Port Mafia's hierarchy, you stood as a formidable young executive, sharing this position with the enigmatic Osamu Dazai, the organization's youngest elected executive.

Your friendship had blossomed into a deep, passionate love, making you a dangerous duo known across the Mafia and beyond. Together, you were a force to be reckoned with, your bond only strengthening your effectiveness in the dark world you navigated.

When Chuuya Nakahara was recruited into the Mafia, he quickly formed a close friendship with you, but despite his growing feelings for you, he respected your relationship with Dazai and kept his emotions hidden.

The three of you, with your unmatched skills and intellect, became known as the "Dark Trio" of the Port Mafia.

Though life took a cruel turn when Dazai left the Mafia, leaving you heartbroken and lost, the once powerful duo was shattered, and you were left to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

Chuuya, along with Kouyou, Elise, and Higuchi, stepped in to provide comfort and support during this difficult time.

"You're not alone," Chuuya had said one evening, his voice soft but firm as he sat beside you. He found you downing a bottle of Bourbon all by yourself, and seeing you so brokenhearted propelled him to aid you the best way he could. "We'll get through this together."

As the days turned into weeks, you and Chuuya's bond grew stronger. You spent countless hours together, finding comfort and strength in each other's presence. Slowly but surely, you began to heal, and your feelings for Chuuya deepened. Chuuya, once hesitant, found himself falling even more for you, unable to resist the connection that had blossomed between you.

One rainy afternoon, you found yourself alone with Chuuya in a quiet corner of the headquarters. The two of you just got back from a very dangerous meeting, and during it all, so many realizations hit you.

Specifically, your own budding feelings for the redhead.

The sound of raindrops tapping against the window filled the silence between you.

"Chuuya," you began, your voice trembling slightly.

"I... I think I have feelings for you."

Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise, his heart racing.

He had waited so long to hear those words.

"I feel the same way," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of relief and happiness. "I've cared about you for so long."

Your relationship indeed evolved into something beautiful and comforting, a beacon of light in the darkness of your world, but the past was never far behind.

Dazai's sudden departure had left a mark, and it was only a matter of time before your paths crossed again.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over Yokohama, Dazai appeared at a battle scene where you and Chuuya were also there by sheer coincidence.

He walked in with his usual nonchalant air, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you and Chuuya, who stood close together, your bond evident.

"Dazai," you said, your voice a mix of surprise and apprehension.

Dazai's eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion as he took in the sight before him. "It seems things have changed," he remarked, his tone light but his gaze intense.

Chuuya stepped forward, his stance protective. "Dazai, you left," he said, his voice steady. "And we moved on."

Dazai's lips curled into a faint smile, though his eyes remained distant. "I'm glad to see you're happy," he said softly, his words carrying a weight that only you could fully understand.

You took a step closer to Dazai, your heart heavy with the memories you shared. "I was heartbroken when you left," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But Chuuya was there for me. He helped me heal."

Dazai nodded slowly, his expression contemplative. "I made my choice," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "And I'm glad you found someone who can be there for you."

Dazai turned to leave, as he didn't exactly have the luxury to stay longer—Atsushi and Kunikida needed his support—but as he was about to take one step away from you and Chuuya, he paused, glancing back at you both.

"You know," he began, his voice carrying an edge of bitter irony. "I never thought I'd see the day when I regretted my choices. But seeing you two together... maybe I'm the one who deserves to be alone."

He then fixed his gaze on Chuuya, a spiteful smirk playing on his lips.

"But Chuuya, don't think for a second that you'll ever replace me. You're just a consolation prize."

Chuuya's eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, his voice steady and filled with defiance.

"Maybe I was just a consolation prize for a while, Dazai. But at least I wasn't a coward who left without saying goodbye. At least I stayed and fought for her."

His voice rose with each word, and his anger reached its boiling point.

"To the very end, you're a selfish bastard. Go to hell."

Dazai's smirk faltered for a moment, his facade crumbling just enough for you and Chuuya to notice. For a split second, you saw the pain and regret buried beneath his harsh words.

It was clear that a part of Dazai didn't truly mean what he said; this was just him giving in to his urges to be childish and spiteful.

The grand picture revealed a man hurting because he was too late to get you back, which he had originally planned to do, but here he is, paying the price for the pain he caused.

Dazai quickly regained his composure. After briefly revealing his vulnerability to both of you, his hard, cold mask swiftly returned.

He turned to you and offered a languid smile before walking away.

[oikasugayama]

subm!ssive series: Ango

MDNI, sexts, established relationship, EMPHASIZED mommy kink, whiny+submissive ango, soft dom reader, cunnilingus, cum eating, amazon position (click for illustrated reference), creampie

It’s the natural progression of your relationship for you to become the more dominant one. Ango is inexperienced in love so he’s prone to neglect you without realizing it. You, however, are not one to let a good thing slip away so when he gives you the cold shoulder or acts like a brat, you force him to verbalize what’s bothering him and stop taking shit out on you.

More often than not the issue is stress from work and fear that his enemies will hurt you, so you spend a lot of time “taking his mind off” these things and “helping him destress,” ;) which also helps him manage his fears. However, he’s never had the most creativity or confidence in bed, so things gradually turn to you becoming more dominant here as well.

You’re in bed when Ango gets home from work. The door slams shut behind him, his shoes and briefcase thump to the ground, and he quickly makes his way to your bedroom to find you.

You sigh happily, languidly smiling at him when he rushes through the doorway.

“Hi baby,” you say softly. “You’re just in time.”

He watches in awe as your sticky fingers gently pat your messy pussy, leaving trails of cum and wetness in the air between. He nearly falls to his knees right then and there seeing you all spread out and waiting for him.

“Come here,” you coo, holding your sticky hand out toward him. “I need you to clean this off.”

Ango rushes to your side, gently grabbing your wrist and holding it steady as he slips your fingers into his mouth. His eyes flutter closed and he moans softly as soon as the taste of you registers on his tongue.

“Good boy,” you say encouragingly, sliding your free hand up your naked body to caress your tit. You tug your hand away from him after a few seconds of his slurping and licking all of your slick off of your hand. He whines, trying to hold your wrist still.

“If you want a taste you need to use your words, Ango.” He opens his eyes and looks at you in his pathetic, tired, needy way, and you can already tell how this night is going to go. He’ll be putty in your hands the whole evening and crying by the time he finally cums.

“I want another taste of you, mommy. Please let me eat you out.”

“Of course. But you need to take your suit off first, and hang it up so it doesn’t wrinkle. I don’t want to have to iron it again.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, quickly shaking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He stares hungrily at your body-- especially at your wet cunt-- as he undresses and hastily hangs his suit in the closet and puts his dirty clothes in the hamper. When he comes back to the bed, crawling up to you from the foot of it, he’s completely naked, just as you are.

“May I please?” he asks, laying between your legs, his face right above your aching pussy.

“Give me your glasses,” you say, holding your hand out to him. He takes them off quickly and places them in your hand. You take your time inspecting them-- making sure they’re not cracked, not too dirty-- and folding the arms closed. You reach to the side and set them carefully on the nightstand, then turn back to him and reach down, pushing his hair back from his face.

“How was work?”

He whines loudly, shifting his crotch against the bed. He doesn’t want to talk about work, just wants to get straight into the action, but you love teasing him.

“[Y/N]--”

“Who?”

“Mommy…”

“Good boy. Answer my question, Ango. How was work?”

“It was fine,” he says, glancing from your cunt to your face. “I finished a heap of reports about the last incident with the Armed Detective Agency,” he answers absentmindedly, not really able to focus on explaining the mind-numbing tasks he spent the last 8 hours doing.

“That’s good. Did you have to save them from trouble again?”

Ango whines again, his lip wobbling slightly. He can’t take his eyes off your cunt now and he licks his lips before he answers. “I was cleaning up after them. They didn’t technically do anything wrong, but I had to… prove it… mommy, please,” he whines, acting like he can barely hold himself back. You can tell that the second you give him the OK he’s going to dive in.

“Please what, Ango?”

“Please let me eat you out now. Work was really boring, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I want to make you feel good, mommy.”

“Hmm…” You run your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly in the way you know he likes. He nuzzles his head up into your hand and his eyes flutter closed again. You pretend to be thinking, humming a couple more times as you scratch his scalp. Finally, your hand stills and he looks at you.

“Okay,” you say, pushing his face down to your cunt. “Make me cum, Ango.”

His tongue immediately lunges out to taste a fat glob of your wetness and cum-- he knows you’d been playing with yourself before he got home; you’d been sending him pictures for an hour. He wants to know how many times you’ve cum already, but there’s no way in hell he’s stopping to ask you now.

He selfishly slurps up as much of your heat as he can before he finally points his tongue and  starts flicking it back and forth across your clit. He’s very knowledgeable when it comes to your body-- he knows exactly what it can take and what it can do. By the way your hands tightern in fistfulls of his hair and your breath hitches and your hips buck up to meet his face, he thinks you’ve probably already come twice, and now he’s determined to give you your third orgasm.

“Mm, Ango,” you moan, grinding your hips up into his mouth. “Good… good boy.”

His face burns with a blush but he also feels prideful and driven because of your praise. He wraps his arms around your hips, locking them together over your stomach to hold you in place. One of your hands pets his while the other stays in his hair.

He flattens his tongue and draws fat, lazy circles over your clit and hood, making you whimper each time he flicks over a certain, extra sensitive spot. He notices almost immediately and targets that spot next, flicking back and forth relentlessly, trying to work you up fast so you’ll praise him again.

“Mm… Fuck… You’re so good with your tongue, Ango.”

He moans into your cunt and buries his face further, almost lovingly nuzzling into it, getting your juices all over his face from his nose to his chin. He moves back to your clit and slurps and suckles on it given that it’s nice and swollen from your previous abuse of it. Your moans turn high and whiny. Your nails dig into his hand and claw at his scalp.

Cum, he thinks. Please cum. Please, please, please.

It takes a couple more minutes of fast licking and suckling but you do cum hard, grinding up against his face which you hold in place with both of your hands. He loves being used like this, loves when you ride his face even when he’s laying between your legs. He’d let you use him for your pleasure any day, more than happy to make you cum as much as you want.

When you finally let go of him, he doesn’t immediately get up. He kisses your pussy all over, from your clit down to your taint and back up. He spreads his kisses around your inner thighs, then dives back in, unable to help himself. He once again licks into your cunt, trying to slurp out as much of your cum and wetness as he can.

“Ango, stop,” you whine, squirming. “I wanna fuck you. Get up.” You whine again. “I need to be wet to get your dick in me, you dummy.”

“You’re always perfect,” he mumbles against your pussy lips. “So perfectly wet and tight and warm. I don’t deserve how perfect you are.”

“Oh, hush,” you sigh, petting his hair. “Get up and wipe your face, pet.”

Ango gives your pussy one last kiss and greedy lick before he lets go of your hips and shakily gets to his knees. You immediately look to see how hard he is, and just as you expected, he’s not only hard but he’s already oozing pre-cum.

“I love how much you love eating me out,” you say to him as he sits on the edge of the bed and uses a tissue to clean his face. You reach over and trace lines between the moles on his back. “You’re such a sweet boy. I wanna make you feel so good, baby. You deserve it for being such a good boy.”

“Thank you,” he says, tossing the tissue away and turning to face you. “I love you.”

“I love you more. Come here and lay down.” You sit up and get out of the way so Ango can take your place laying in the middle of the bed. He does so, immediately spreading his legs and holding his knees up slightly, knowing which position you’re going to go for.

You kneel right against his ass, your thighs bracing his to hold them further up. You lean down over him and kiss him, also taking the opportunity to push your breasts against his flat chest, knowing that he likes the feeling of your heavy tits on him. You make out with him, both of you panting and moaning softly into each others mouths as you start slightly humping his ass, leaving a small wet patch against his skin where your dripping cunt touches his skin.

“I need you,” Ango whimpers against your lips. “Please fuck me, mommy.”

“I’m getting there, baby, I promise.”

You pull back from his mouth and look down at his cock laying against his belly. You hold it gently and spread his precum around his tip, getting him wet and messy as you start to drag your hand up and down his shaft. He moans softly, biting his lip as he watches you.

“That feel good?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“You want me to put it in?”

“Yes, mommy, yes yes yes,” he pants, eyes widening, his hands reaching out to caress your sides and help you balance as you finally shift so you’re on your feet, crouching above Ango’s cock. You take it in your hand and point it up and slightly back so you can lower yourself onto it. You throw your head back and moan with your mouth hanging open.

“Ango, fuck. You have such a nice, big cock. It fills mommy up so good.”

Ango moans too, hands tightening on your waist. “Thank you, mommy. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He babbles on, thanking you for fucking him as you start humping him, using his cock as if it’s yours. You make sure to hold his knees up and apart the way he does to you on the rare occasion he takes control, basically folding him in half as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“Touch me, Ango,” you tell him breathlessly after a moan-filled couple of minutes of humping him. “I know you wanna play with my titties.”

“Yes,” he sighs happily, reaching out to cup both of your breasts in his hands. He pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers, trying not to let them out of his hands as you keep fucking him. Your tits jiggle in his hands with every thrust and he feels his mouth watering at the sight of it. He wishes he could get them in his mouth, but it’ll have to wait for later.

You readjust your position, finally tired of squatting over him. You gently lower yourself onto your knees with his cock still inside you, making sure he doesn’t yelp or yell out or suddenly get hurt by the way your angle changes and makes his cock point down between his legs.

He only moans and keeps looking at you with love-struck pussy-drunk eyes, so you consider yourself good to continue. Now that you’re kneeling behind him, you can glide your hips back and forward as if grinding on him while riding, but since you’re behind him your thighs smack his ass with every thrust. You push harder, fucking yourself faster on his cock, making your skin slap against his, sending jolts through his whole body that have him shaking up and down on the bed from the force of your movements.

“Mommy,” he mewls, high and throaty. “Mommy, I need to cum. Please! I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in!”

“Cum in me, baby,” you tell him through gasping breaths. “Fill me up. Show me you love me and give me all your cum, Ango.”

By the time your hand has reached up to flick at his perky nipples, he’s already spilling deep inside your pussy, painting your walls milky white in thick spurts. He moans your name, and mommy, but mostly your name as he cums, and as he comes down from his high all he can whine is “I love you, I love you.”

You raise yourself up and let his softening cock slip out of your cunt. You both watch as his cum dribbles out of you and lands on the curve of his ass.

“Good boy,” you coo, swiping his cum up with your finger. You suck it into your mouth and taste him, humming happily. “You even taste good. That’s ‘cause you’re my sweet boy, huh?”

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

BSD fandom, I bring to you my very first anything for y'all. And it's Soukoku! This is a very, very short drabble that popped into my head yesterday. I can't even remember what it was exactly, but me and @burningtrashgentlemen were talking yesterday and suddenly my brain came up with the first line of dialogue below and now we have this short lil thing. So enjoy (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

~*~

Dazai hums to himself as he walks through the apartment leisurely, making his way to the living room where Chuuya is. He peeks around the corner and sees his boyfriend reading something on his phone, curled up on the couch.

He grins wide as he walks over and flops down onto the couch, laying on his back with his head in the redhead's lap. "You know, Chibi, you're the only dog I can really stand."

Chuuya scoffs. "That's too bad. I can't stand your feline ass." Even as he says this, one of his hands falls to the brunette's hair and runs through it gently.

Dazai immediately lets a pout overtake his expression, looking up with big, round eyes. "Hey, I have it on very good authority that you love my ass."

A smile plays at Chuuya's lips that he tries to hold back. "Maybe, Mackerel. Maybe."

Dazai just closes his eyes and sighs in content. They continue their quiet morning, which eventually transitions into an even quieter afternoon.

[nullified-kiss]

the proximity crush — dazai osamu

are you really into him (is he really into you?) or is this just a kind of proximity crush type of thing? whatever it is, you're foolish enough to fall for it.

wc. 554

authors note: tbh, dazai isn't incorporated too much into the fic as i wasn't sure that it was the one that this kind of narrative matches with, yk? it aligns in style to the latest untitled writing i did (more in the mind/thought-based) i hope you enjoy it!

you couldn't really tell if he was a good person. given, you've only known him for a grand total of two weeks. not to mention, you can't genuinely call yourself a "good person". your thoughts go to places you don't think they really should be, to a more sinister side of mockery and judgement. you can't tell if you're impolite, or maybe a little strange, because you can't really tell what is "normal" just yet. you can't tell if he's been looking over at your direction more, or if it's just because you suddenly became so much more conscious of his singularity to yours.

but can you really blame him? you have no one but yourself to blame, you'd thought, having succumbed to the grasp of someone who was practically a stranger. given the chance, you would've in fact been captured in the trance of any man who allowed you to be an inch closer, laughed at your jokes, glanced at you more, or just coincidentally (it was surely your imagination…) been around you more in the pool of coworkers and friends that the two of you are distantly related to.

boy, this is stupid. it's not like he's the first crush you've had to someone who just had to spend more time with you among other people... think back to that friend in college who had taken more classes with you than other people, that neighborhood kid that you would have to sit near on the bus, or that one guy that you spent time with (among others) for four weeks at a summer camp. you know you're really foolish to fall for anyone that lets you into their physical bubble closer than you're normally comfortable with to a stranger. really foolish to fall for a guy that starts to play jokes with you, talk to you, and…

stop.

you're hallucinating! surely! you watch the man walk from his cubicle out the office, carefully trying not to make it so wildly obvious of your gaze.

aside from the doubts and fears, he has many great positives. he's funny, somewhat witty, and fun company. he's kinda cute after you've known him for awhile, you realize. (the first impressions didn't exactly hit too well, on both sides to be fair.)

argh! but in the end, life isn't all about finding "the one" is it? it's not always about finding someone else to fall in love with, although it does make life seem so much more bearable. you don't need a man to live in this day and age, so why are you so hung up on the fact?

he's back in the office, this time with a coffee in his hand. you watch his dark brown hair, his cheeky smile as he plays with Kunikida.

maybe he isn't the one and that was fine. for now, you're enjoying the excitement in your heart that makes your thoughts all the more powerful in your head. the closeness of him whenever you work side by side, the laugh and the glances he gives you when you're talking. (your laugh sparks among that chaos too, but is it obvious?)

whatever this was, real or not, it was fine for now. it doesn't hurt to dream of a joy, it doesn't kill to indulge in the fantasy, does it?

maybe i'll write a sequel

taglist (emptied since revamp!)

[himimosa]

poker face

You carefully observed the man in front of you. He had this innocent smile of his that you would like to pinch at a usual time, but not now... He wasn't cute at all at the moment, no... maybe just a little. You carefully observed the curve of his lips, wrinkles around his eyes that were caused by his smiley expression, and last of all his eyes... The frequency of his blinks, the movement of his pupils, and the colors of his iris... You couldn't see a damn thing...

"It has been over 2 minutes dear, you have to make a decision now..."

"Shut up" you mumbled. You kept wandering your fingers between the two cards he held towards you. With a sudden move, you grabbed one, but you didn't pull it. You were expecting the tiniest of change in his eyes, an instant sparkle or doubt. But no, he wasn't even looking at the card you were holding, instead he was looking into your eyes, and there wasn't any change with him... Only his smile widened a bit more...

"Is it your last decision?" he asked.

"He must be bluffing, no he definitely is bluffing" you thought. "The card I am holding must be Ace, the pair of the card on my other hand... He is trying to making me believe that I am holding Joker, but I am holding Ace, I know..."

In an instant, you released the card you have been holding and grabbed the other quickly, turned it towards yourself. When you saw the ridicilous yellow, blue and red colors of dancing Joker; you felt like a bucket of boiled water poured down from your head...

"It's my turn. Mix it as much as you want love" Dazai chuckled.

You wanted to cry and kick the ground like a child but you held yourself. You and Dazai were playing one of the oldest and easiest card games of the time: Old Maid, with poker cards. The winner was going to choose the place where the other will treat them a dinner. The thought of free meal was enough for you to show your competitive side, but not enough to beat your poker-faced boyfriend...

You hid the cards behind your back and started to mix them. You thought closing your eyes while holding them towards Dazai, if you didn't know which cards you were holding, Dazai wouldn't be able to read your expression right? You gave up on that idea quickly, Dazai would mock you a lot if you have done that...

You decided you mixed the cards enough, and held them towards Dazai. Ace was on the left, and Joker was on the right. You frowned and loosen your brows a few times, you were trying to adjust your expression into a stern one. Dazai giggled at you "You are so cute love.." And without even hesitating he reached for the left card, but didn't pull it. You felt your face getting paler, your eyes were on Dazai's fingers that now were helding the Ace card. Dazai didn't move at all, you couldn't wait any longer: "If you're gonna pull, pull it now" You knew your voice was trembling with frustration, but you couldn't help it. There was nothing to do, it seemed like you have lost already...

When Dazai released the Ace slowly, your eyes widened. When he held and pulled the Joker, you couldn't help but let a scream of happiness. Fair or not, you didn't care.. Since the beginning of the game, Dazai pulled a wrong card the first time! None of his enemies would be able to make Dazai do that, it was only a power you held! A power that makes Dazai go soft for you and brings you the victory-

Dazai mixed the two cards behind his back and held them towards you again: "Dear, you know the game isn't over right? It's your turn..."

this man would make everyone lose millions on poker, but he would pull a very obvious Joker card to see you smile...

[teddybeartoji]

dazai and soft touches. his fingers are like feathers on your skin, ever so lightly brushing over the apple of your cheek as you ramble about your day. he's staring at you with a lovesick smile (one that would surely make kunikida vomit his heart out)(he is happy that dazai has you now though)(he just wishes he didn't have to see it).

he traces your freckles and birthmarks before pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. you're trying really hard to not show him how much of an effect he has on you but it's hard – you keep stumbling over your words and he thinks you're absolutely adorable.

whenever you have a bad headache, he makes you lay down on his lap. he tells you to close your eyes with a whisper and you do. he drags his slender fingers across your nose, massaging the skin so, so gently. he puts just a tad more pressure into the strokes as he moves down from between your furrowed brows. it works. he can see and feel you relax into him, your fingers loosening their grip on the hem of his sweater.

he then focuses solely on your brows. he pushes up and over them, quite literally smoothing away the pain. he listens to your soft breaths, he observes the way the corner of your lips twitch every once in a while. he loves it when you melt into him, when you allow yourself to relax in his hold. he takes pride in being able to make you feel better with the simplest touches.

ok but if we're talking about pre-relationship dazai... he's just a little more reserved. he's holding back. a lot. moving through a crowd, he doesn't hold your hand – he just links your fingers, or maybe even just your pinkies. and it somehow feels even more intimate than actually holding hands. neither of you comment on it though. he's holding onto you so gently, the tug is almost non-existent and it just feels right.

saw a post abt him fidgeting a lot and i haven't stopped thinking about it. he does it with yout hand, too. you're just standing in a line, waiting to order a cup of coffee when you suddenly feel him taking your smaller hand into his. you don't ask, only merely eyeing him quietly. he hums to himself as he holds it; he compares the sizes but his face doesn't change, doesn't show whether he liked the difference or not. he traces the lines on your palm and tries to count them all. he isn't startled when you take a step forward as the line moves up, he just steps alongside you without ever raising his eyes. you let him do his thing.

i also think he likes to twirl a strand of your hair between his fingers a lot. he seems to be doing this very mindlessly aswell. seems. he literally never says anything about it, he just does it.

ALSO!! seemingly random and accidental touches!!!! he hands you a cup of coffee and his fingers brush over yours, he swipes an eyelash from your cheek with a smile, he boops your nose as he teases you. and whenever he passes by you, his hands linger on your waist or on your lower back. he acts like all of these are not intentional, that they just happened but he knows exactly what he's doing. he's just a little touch starved, okay?? but he doesn't really know how to voice it yet:((((((((

[oddaesthetin]

“are you sure this is your only request?”

the bandaged guy beside you laughed. a genuine one, which for others is rare. “yes. this is already everything.”

you sighed and poured him another glass of whiskey. you two sat in peace at the small bar area of your apartment, letting the sound of the tv consume the cold air.

“i could’ve prepared something a lot more joyful than this tho.” you muttered again with a small pout.

“to sit here and have a drink with you in a cozy and intimate is already a dream come true to me.” he tilted his head and smiled at you. “let’s do this again next year.”

you almost held your breath at the last statement.

he just made a plan. a subtle promise.

he always tells you how you’ve helped him grow and still grow. he always says his thank yous, although in ways normal people would not understand, on how you serve as his light—his moral compass. he said it baffled him, too, but it’s peaceful. and up until this moment, it still amazes you how far he’d come and change.

to think that one day you’d hear something like this from dazai’s mouth, truly something the previous you would not expect.

hopeful and expectant. the things you’re slowly starting to see in his eyes again.

you awoke from your thoughts and smiled at him, picked up your glass and raised it.

“to more birthdays together.”

[justcallmesakira]

The reader looking so pretty at an event in the agency, co worker dazai can't help but stare at her :> make sum scenario :>

"I SEE YOUR PRETTY EYES AT MINE, MISTER~"

Sypnosis: Dazai just cant keep his eyes to himself when a colleuge of his is looking so darn pretty!

Dazai x fem! reader

Genre: suggestive, romance

Warnings: reader is sort of cheeky, suggestive as hell, implied alcoholism, author gave the reader on what attire shes wearing.

A/N FINALLY A REQUEST AFTER SO FUCKIN LONG

The agency had decided to hold another party in celebration of a huge deal which would help the agency .

And of course you were invited, almost everyone was. You decided to look extra pretty today because why not, not because of others but for yourself.

You had picked out a extravagant ebony coated frock which covered all the way up to your legs and ended with glistening white layers of laces.

The party was at 8 o clock, you had time plus what would you do getting there so early?

Gently tapping on the tubes of lipsticks you picked out a vermillion shade and smoothly applied the waxy substance on your lips. The colour suited the rose tied around your neck really well.

Finally adding some final touches you rushed out the door and walked along to the agency.

There were colourful lights and food everywhere, Atsushi teaching Kyouka how to make decorations, doctor Yosano taking a bit too much of wine, ranpo staring at powdered donuts... To think of it you remember him taking 5 of them sneakily one night and you wonder why hes so obsessed with them.

But one thing you could notice was a certain someones eyes on you... Dazai.

You walked up to atsushi and kyouka, talking to them and teaching them some tips and tricks to fit in with the agency.

You could feel at all times though, a certain pair of eyes glancing at you from time to time from the corner of the room.

"Excuse me, i will just fix my hair and come back" you politely end the conversation before walking towards the door and going outside.

Despite your heels clacking against the floor, you could feel another set of shoes following them.

"Dazai-san, may i know why i feel your eyes on my at all times?" you ask putting a perfect spot from the distance between your figure and the mans figure.

He chuckled.

"Bella, i must say your quite the smart one arent ya'?" osamu replies back with much cheekiness in his tone as yiu turned to him, he had a black tuxedo, a polished and refined one, it hugged his body quite tightly too.

You just sighed at his remark, he was a ladies man you knew but you have never seen the glint and love in his eyes on a girl ever before, it amde your stomach turn slightly in a good way, of course.

His teasing grin drops and turns into a more soothing smile as he walks over to you which makes you back towards the wall unsure whether to trsut him or not.

He lowers his head a bit to reach your face taking in all of it's features.

"Are you trying to woo me, dazai-san? It seems like it"

"Haaah, maybe. The thing is bella you just look so.." you expect him to give you some compliment like every boy does when they see a girl sitting pretty and all but instead he gently took a strand of your hair, took it to his lips and uttered every single quality and flaw about you, it was as if hes born to have a poets tongue with you being the muse.

"I just want to admire you all day, my darling. Its not lust nor a small crush, it isnt even close to love but something beyond the world and beyond the universe to attend to, i dont know i could drown in your eyes right now but i would prefer staring at them for an eternity as if its a gorgeous piece of art hung on a museum"

he said softly, oh god did this man made your heart drop down your stomach and melt into your intestines.

With each word he spoke through his charming voice, you could feel his breathe and hands going closer towards your sweating body and at last, he asked for your permission to which you only looked at him with a slight embroidery of embarrassment on your cheeks.

Dazai tenderly kissed your forehead but though it lasted short you wondered whether he tried to go for your lips instead because of the shift in his body.

"Oi, dazai and [Name] if your done with your cheesy af encounter than come back to the party! Presidents calling you two!"

Atlast after moments of intimate interaction which wasnt even intimate because of the silent yearn for something neither the two of you could preach. Both of you decided to go back to the party.

Later in the relationship you realised that your first kiss with this loverman was not the type of kiss those possessive men would do which would take your breathe away but more of a desperate one as if to reach out for something which one already got.

In the end nor dazai or you could just confess normally without making each other look like two pieces of magnificent artwork looking at each other.

A/N: i hate this more than dazai hates him self :(((((((( btw reader is wearing this dress

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[soukokuforthesoul]

the rain outside dripped loudly against the houses, battering the windows with water drops and watching them slide down the glass. the sky was dark and clouded over, the early morning hidden away. inside, complaints bounced off the walls, uttered mainly by nikolai, who was annoyed his new clothes had gotten soaked. the downpour had been sudden, crashing upon him and fyodor during a quick stop to the mall for clothing. their previously planned date now doomed by the weather, they sought towels in the bathroom, trying to dry themselves off best they could.

“dos-kun is so chill,” nikolai heaved with a sigh, bounding over to the bedroom. “we planned this a week in advance, and the weather report said it would be cloudy at most. yet we get repaid for our hard worked for ideas with this!”

he wriggled out of his shirt, tossing it aside, as he unraveled the braid in his long, white hair. offering fyodor a quick glance, he used the towel to wring out as much water from his hair as he could, ignoring the pitter pattering as it dripped onto the floor.

fyodor coaxed the towel into his own hands, drying the ends of nikolai’s hair before it created a mess. helping nikolai back into comfort in favor of heeding his own health, fyodor used the towel he’d retrieved for himself to pat down the irritated man. once he deemed nikolai dry enough, he neatly put the towels on the dresser, beginning to undress.

already rid of most of his clothing, nikolai scoured his closet for something fitting, muttering incoherent irritations about the drenched new outfits. he turned to fyodor in question, holding up a shirt that hung on a hanger. before the ask could leave his mouth, he paused, eyebrows raising at fyodor’s lack of self preservation.

discarding the top, nikolai picked up the towel most dry and bustled over to fyodor.

“you’re already so pale!” he chided. “no need to go and catch a fever. lemme dry you, fedya.”

scrunching his nose up in distaste, fyodor allowed his hair to be wrestled dry for a moment before he turned around to stop nikolai. with a hand that could hardly match nikolai’s strength, he stopped him, waving it away.

“enough,” he ordered, with an insincere scowl. although evidently amused by the insistence, fyodor seemed to dislike nikolai’s somewhat aggressive ways of tending to him. so the towel was dropped with their wet clothes and nikolai resorted to pouting.

“there’s no need to be sad,” fyodor noted, raising a curious brow towards nikolai’s childish huff.

not quite agreeing, nikolai wrapped his arms around fyodor, guiding them through clumsy steps to the bed, letting them fall down in a clutter of limbs. “you’re gonna dieeee,” he whined. likely entertaining himself, he continued on in a sing-song voice about fyodor’s inability to take care of himself. “one day, dos-kun’s gonna drop dead because he was so careless of himself,” he declared, with a droopy expression.

tentatively, fyodor managed to wiggle an arm out of nikolai’s maddeningly strong embrace and ruffled his hair in an awkward pat. “i won’t be dying,” he assured him. “a mere cold is unlikely to kill me.”

“so you admit you’ll get sick!” nikolai cornered, propping himself up so he could glare playfully down at fyodor. then, with a speed that spun in fyodor’s vision, he tackled the already winded man, engulfing him in the sheets. in a burrito-styled way, he had the blankets wrapped snug around fyodor, gleefully displaying him to no one in particular.

fyodor’s eyebrows dipped down, a notch irritated, and he sighed. “…kolya, do get me out,” he said quietly, and tried freeing himself, to no avail. he let his head fall back against the mattress, eyes closing. “i need to put clothes on.”

nikolai hummed in mock thoughtfulness, tapping his chin as he hopped onto the bed. he looked down at fyodor, bringing a hand to the man’s forehead. “my, my, dos-kun, looks like someone’s caught a fever! now you’re in my care, and you’ll have to do everything i say!” he proclaimed proudly.

unsure if this was genuine or not, fyodor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “i… would appreciate your help, were i ill,” he said in the end, a touch of a frown forming on the tips of his lips. “but i am not. therefore: i would be grateful if you let me go.”

“let you go?” nikolai tutted in disappointment, shaking his head. “no, no, dos-kun, do be a good patient and sit tight! i’ll make you soup and feed you in bed, and then you’ll be right as rain and you could do what you want. but you’re sick now, so i couldn’t say yes!”

“nikolai…” fyodor said impatiently, beginning to grow uncomfortable in the tightness of the wrap. his arms were pressed to his sides and it was irritating being unable to move them. “soup wouldn’t cure me. if i was sick, i could handle it better myself. which i could only do without this restricting me.”

pouting, nikolai reluctantly tugged on the blanket. “you’re no fun,” he huffed sullenly. “i’m disappointed at how low your faith in me is, fedya. i expected better!”

“as did i,” fyodor agreed, free at last. he sat up, noting how the blanket had actually ended up drying him—and that nikolai had at least succeeded in that department. “but, as it turns out, all you can do is… make soup. if you do have that ability, that is. can you?”

nearly knocking fyodor back down with a less-than-genuine but still effective punch to the arm, nikolai grumbled. “dos-kun, you wound me.”

“i apologize,” but he did not take it back. instead, he stood, rubbing his arm where a bruise was sure to form.

nikolai followed him to the closet as fyodor scoured the man’s choice of clothing. after a bit of searching, he managed to find something more or less to his own satisfaction and pulled out a simple t-shirt and shorts. once he’d tugged them on, ignoring how his hair remained damp, he returned to the bed. nikolai followed soon after dressing, tumbling against the sheets in a heap. with his head laying on fyodor’s lap, and his body curled into the blankets, he smiled up at the man, unruly white hair sprawled messily over his forehead.

affectionately, fyodor parted his bangs, admiring the heterochromic eyes that beamed up at him. “…we don’t need to proceed with our date outside,” he said gently, after a long moment.

curious, nikolai wiggled on the bed, tugging the blanket up. “what’re we gonna do?” he asked, already on board. he seemed eager to hear fyodor’s idea.

“i… don’t know,” fyodor admitted, eyes flicking away. “it’s typically you with all the ideas. i’m not sure how to amuse you.”

with a frown, nikolai abruptly sat up, knocking the blanket to the floor. “don’t be so sad, dos-kun!” he insisted. “i like your ideas! even if we just sit in a dusty, old library for three hours! ‘cause it means i’m with you!”

surprised by the outburst, fyodor took a moment to respond. it didn’t quite sound as if nikolai had liked the ‘dusty, old library,’ nor that the three hours had been fun (and, if fyodor remembered right, nikolai had spent the entire three hours making odd stacks with the books), but nikolai’s sincerity on the final part was palpable, and made fyodor pause.

"what i enjoy isn't particularly entertaining for you," fyodor reminded him. “i do like your ideas, because your excitement is always so high—such as earlier today, when we went shopping. my ideas aren’t quite so creative.”

with a pout, nikolai head-butted him so they collapsed back onto the sheets. “nuh uh!” he denied. “what do you wanna do now? we’ll do that!”

“what do i want to do right now?” fyodor repeated, gazing up at the ceiling. “nothing special. just… to lay here. with you.”

apparently enthused by the suggestion, nikolai grabbed the blanket and smothered them both in it, his embrace almost strangling fyodor.

“perfect!” he informed him. “we’ll do just that!”

“…alright.” fyodor decided he had done enough of contradicting nikolai today, and worried that he’d be rather sore tomorrow if he kept falling victim to nikolai’s unintentional aggression. “if you say so, kolya.”

happy, nikolai snuggled closer to fyodor, his still-damp hair haloing his head. fyodor closed his eyes, relaxing into the hug. he became aware of the rain, which had calmed down some time ago, falling more forgivingly as its noise became comforting in the silence. it was evidently more soothing when they weren’t directly in the storm. and nikolai seemed to agree, looking up to murmur something about the rain being like a lullaby. he rested his cheek against fyodor’s as his breath steadied out into sleep. when the rain stopped, they’d make up for their date by going somewhere like an amusement park, maybe. as long as nikolai was there, fyodor didn’t think he’d mind.

[rae-writes]

hitched (with style)

N.C || gn!reader in a wedding dress || 0.3k || I fucking love him and not in a normal amount <3

Soft waves of pink melted into peaks of purple, further bleeding into the yellows and oranges of the Yokohama sunset. The sky’s painter must have been resting, as the pretty hues stayed that way until darkness took over and stars came out to greet the city. 

The moon was exceptionally bright tonight, making the dress you adorned shine like a pearl. Running through the back streets of your beloved city felt like something you’d read before in one of your romance novels— it was serene and chaotic mixed together into something beautiful. 

Serene because you could stop and feel like royalty with the [much too] expensive accessories and material your outfit consisted of, chaotic because your redheaded husband followed behind you, laughing like a mad man in his equally expensive tailored tux (and his hat, of course). 

He’d demanded nothing but the best for your wedding night, even though it was only a short ceremony in front of the mafia (with the addition of Dazai in the background— you won’t ever let Chuuya live down the sweet fact of inviting him). 

‘Nothing but the best’ meant materials from out of the county, jewelry made with the sparkliest pieces- all freshly cut. He refused to let you glance at the prices; you guessed it was well over in the thousands. Which is exactly why you gawked stupidly as his hand made a small tear in the bottom of your dress. 

“Oops.” Chuuya grinned, using the fabric as leverage to yank you close, not even wincing at the loud ripping sound. “It’s alright, doll, it’ll be on the floor later, anyway.”

“It was expensive! And it’s my dress!” Huffing, you side-eyed him playfully, not denying his kiss when he leans in like a menace.

It’s quick, but no less passionate; a hint of what’s to come. He fights back the urge to chase after your lips once you pull away, and instead directs your attention to his bike. 

“Care for a ride?” 

You were already hiking the skirt of your dress up before he even finished his sentence. It took some time to maneuver yourselves, choosing to sling most of the excess fabric over Chuuya’s lap behind you, but before long you both were zooming down the streets and building walls of Yokohama city, shouting out your love to anyone in the vicinity that would listen.