#ango.txt

[kentocidal]

assistance

users: ango sakaguchi x gn!assistant!reader

internal warnings: pwp, established d/s relationship, praise, oral (m!receiving), gender neutral terms for reader, reader is implied to be ango’s assistant, spit mentions, semi public, subspace if you squint, ask to tag

internal notes: i’m caught up with the anime. lays on the floor and screams.

“hm? … yes, of course. the plan is in motion. i wouldn’t worry. you know i have things under control.”

fingers tapped idly against the crown of your skull. one, two, three. one, two, three. one, two, three.

“i need to log off for the night. i can’t discuss the budget, i don’t have the paperwork in front of me.”

the digits curled in your hair, tugging the slightest bit, catching your attention. his voice had that slight edge to it. he was tired. he wanted to be finished with this phone call.

you nudged closer to him, between his legs, resting your cheek against his inner thigh.

“we can take this up tomorrow. our work for today, at least, is finished. will that be all?”

your hands moved on their own, sliding up his calves and shifting towards his belt buckle. he didn’t stop you this time.

“alright. tomorrow, then. thank you-… yes. thank you. goodnight.”

you heard the line click. you heard ango sigh deeply and watched him fall back in his chair, pushing his glasses up on his head to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes.

you got his belt open and started making quick work of his zipper.

“are you alright?” he shifted back and returned his hand to your hair. you hummed softly in response, and his fingers curled tightly. a warning.

“yes, ‘m alright.” frankly, you felt like you were in a daze. you felt like you were floating, as you often did when you found yourself kneeling underneath his desk. a sort of different headspace, as ango had called it once in passing.

he pet your hair. “i’m sorry that it took so long. the higher ups had a few more questions than i had anticipated.”

you leaned into his touch before finally dropping your head to lick over the outline of his cock through his boxers. you could feel him, see him through the fabric; only half hard, his cock twitched at the contact of your warm, wet tongue through the fabric. he let out another sigh as you started to lap at his length over his boxers, unashamedly making a large wet spot in the fabric as you worked him to full hardness.

“you were very patient today. i’m grateful.” you could barely see him from where your head was poking out from under the desk, but you could hear the faintness of a smile in his voice.

you had done well. that was good enough.

you sat up from your ministrations and finally reached with hesitant hands to tug the waistband of his boxers down, watching the way his cock jumped up into the cool air of his dimly lit office. he hissed, quietly, and you licked your lips as you studied the sheen of pre on the tip.

his fingers pushed their way through your hair with little effort on his part. he didn’t say anything further; he knew that you understood.

you leaned forward and shifted your weight on your aching knees. how long had he been talking? how long had he kept his foot between your thighs, making you sit down on it? how long had he been stroking your hair or patting your head to put you in such a quiet, needy stupor?

you didn’t know. and you didn’t care. you were here to help and assist ango. he would guide you in the right direction.

your lips wrapped around the thick tip of his cock and sucked, and you reveled in the low groan you had earned from it.

his one hand stayed firmly planted in your hair while the other moved to cover his mouth with the back of it. it made sense that he needed to keep quiet; you were still in an office, in a government building. not that it mattered, but…

you started to bob your head, drool spilling from around your lips as you took more and more of him in your mouth. the tip of his cock bumped the back of your throat and you almost gagged, but the feeling made ango’s hips twitch.

you swallowed around him to make it easier, and his hand moved from your hair to your throat to feel where he was.

“there you go. much better. keep swallowing, ugh, fuck…” he mumbled into the back of his hand as your own settled on his knees to brace yourself.

your eyes were half shut as you peered up at him, at the way his glasses reflected on his forehead where he had forgotten them, at how his face was now flushed a shade of pink as he resisted the urge to fuck your throat. his fingers splayed against the soft, sensitive skin of your throat, feeling how his cock sunk into your mouth over and over and over again.

your mouth was hot, wet, your spit dripping down his cock and making a bit of a mess of his boxers. nothing that couldn’t be washed.

your movements, while searching for his climax, were slow and tender, your eyes fluttering as you tried to breathe through your nose, but it was so hard to focus. all you could think about was the weight of his cock on your tongue, the way he tasted, and the way he was looking at you like you were an angel from above.

his hips twitched, his cock jumping in your throat, making you gag and swallow hard. he gritted his teeth and swallowed back a moan.

“ah- shit, careful, i’m- gonna…” he trailed off as his hand moved to cup your cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone. you whimpered around his cock and he grunted and jerked forward.

you felt his cum drip down your throat and onto your tongue as you sucked at his tip to make sure you got every drop. ango breathed heavily and fell back in his chair again, still holding his hand to your cheek.

you pulled off of his cock with a wet pop, and his thumb was in your mouth immediately to inspect his spend on your tongue.

“good. didn’t make a mess.” he panted, and smiled softly at you. “swallow it all, then we can go home.”

you closed your lips around his thumb and swallowed as promised.

#ango sakaguchi x reader #ango x reader #ango sakaguchi x you #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #woodrow.txt #ango.txt #nsfw.txt #asktotag.txt

[kentocidal]

menthol and tobacco

users: osamu dazai // chuuya nakahara // atsushi nakajima // doppo kunikida // ryuunosuke akutagawa // fyodor dostoyevsky // ango sakaguchi x gn! reader

internal warnings: cigarettes, smoking, nsft (kunikida, ango), ask to tag !!

internal notes: got hit w a community label first time around so we trying again. if anyone opens their mouth to me abt writing abt smoking in the year 2023 i swear to god i'm gonna get real belligerent real fast. anyway. the inherent eroticism of sharing a cigarette with someone you care about. yeah.

osamu dazai — he lights his cigarette first, standing outside the closed cafe that sits beneath the armed detective agency’s headquarters at sunset. he lets his eyes close as he takes a deep inhale of the cigarette, holding it between his fingers. you feel around for your own pack, finding it successfully in your coat pocket, but you lost your lighter during the fight earlier. you were still bleeding from a cut at your temple; dazai had come out unscathed. you made a displeased noise as you put the cigarette between your lips - “can i have a light?” dazai opened his eyes and glanced at you before smiling in that foxlike way of his, taking a step closer to you in the orange sunset. he leaned towards your face to press the end of his cigarette to yours, eyes locked on your own. it proved an effective method — your cigarette took light and allowed you to take in a breath of smoke. “there, darling. better now?”

chuuya nakahara — chuuya grunts as he takes a seat on one of the couches in the main port mafia building, rubbing his gloved hands down his face and completely deflating into the cushions. overworked, exhausted, battered and bruised, he was frankly quite fed up with the day’s—no, the week’s—workload. he dropped his hands from his face and was met with yours as you stood over him from behind the couch, watching him intently. he squinted at you, about to snap at you for trying to sneak up on him, but instead you showed him a cigarette that you held between your fingers. he blinked once, twice, and then gave a curt nod. your free hand moved under his chin to keep his head tipped back against the couch as you placed the cigarette between his lips for him, and lit it. your hand did not leave the tender column of his throat as he sucked down the smoke. “seriously, i’m convinced you can read minds or somethin’. thanks, dear.”

atsushi nakajima — atsushi didn’t smoke often. he was around it a lot, sure, but he never really picked them up himself. at least, not often enough that he would have his own pack in his pocket. when he woke up in the hospital bed in the detective agency after a long night fighting and staying awake with yosano, his fingers were twitching and the compulsion set heavily in his muscles. you were there, and he sat up slowly with a grunt, mumbling something about cigarettes. you were quick to sit up with him and fumble around in your pockets, having been sat at his bedside waiting for him to come to. you placed the cigarette between his shaking fingers, letting him place it between his lips, and you leaned in to light it for him. “thank you. sorry for, uh, scaring you. it might happen again though… thank you.”

doppo kunikida — cigarette smoking was against his ideals. he never has purchased them, and never planned to. he was meant to stay in top shape for as long as his body could hold on. despite this, however, you had always been there to throw wrenches into his plans. when you collapsed to the bed after your orgasm and fussed on the nightstand for the pack of cigarettes, he was watching. with rapt attention he watched your unsteady hands fumble with the pack of cigarettes, struggling to get one out, placing it between your lips. you quietly asked if it was okay, but you were already lighting it while in his bed. he had barely caught his breath, still feeling the endorphins flow, but he could already feel his blood starting to pump again as smoke poured from your lips. he reached to take it from your mouth with his rough fingers, and took a meager drag from it. “i hope you understand that if you were anyone else, i would have kicked you out of my house. lay back.”

ryuunosuke akutagawa — he shouldn’t be smoking considering his bad cough, but you found him again in an alley by pure chance, watching the way his lithe fingers tapped the ash off the end of a cigarette as he stood against the wall. you hopped down from your perch on the roof and stalked closer to him, hands in your pockets. he glanced at you as he brought the cigarette to his mouth again to take another drag. you stood off to the side, not exchanging words with him for fear of anyone catching you. he blew the smoke out through his dry lips, letting it cloud in the air and disappear. then, he extended his hand to you, offering it to you for a drag. you knew you shouldn’t be doing this, not with him, and yet you reached your own hand out to take it from him and feel his fingertips against yours.

fyodor dostoyevsky — it was a regularly scheduled visit. you had snuck the cigarettes and the matches into a high security prison, a feat that you had never imagined. maybe cigarettes weren’t banned items, but matches… they had to be, right? it didn’t matter as you rounded the corner and finally stopped in front of the holding cell where your darling was waiting for you with a smile, his arms looped around the bars and his face close up to them. you didn’t smile back, as you really needed to keep the lawyer thing up for the cameras, but your eyes flashed with adoration as you stepped closer to the bars and showed him the cigarettes and the matches. he laughed softly as your deft fingers pulled a cigarette from the box and held it up for him to take; he gladly took it in his mouth with a smile and allowed you to light it for him. “oh, my darling. you didn’t need to go so out of your way. you are such a sight for sore eyes. now, get me out of here so i can take you home, yes?”

ango sakaguchi — your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, lazily swirling your tongue and bobbing your head. you could hear him fumbling with something above you, but your eyes were shut and you were focused on clawing at his thighs and breathing through your nose. a hand suddenly fisted in your hair and pulled slightly, encouraging you to pull off with a wet pop and crawl upwards into his lap. the cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he guided you up and settled you on his thighs. he took a long drag and grabbed your chin, pulling your mouth close to his to breathe the smoke out and fill your lungs with it. “that’s it. you look so much better like this. good pet.”

#osamu dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #doppo kunikida x reader #akutagawa x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #ango sakaguchi x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #dazai.txt #chuuya.txt #atsushi.txt #kunikida.txt #akutagawa.txt #fyodor.txt #ango.txt #woodrow.txt #asktotag.txt

[kentocidal]

sitting under ango’s desk after business hours. one like and i’ll flesh this out

#ango.txt #ango x reader #woodrow.txt #bsd.txt