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justcallmesakira · 1 month

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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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suchagreatimetobealive · 2 months

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𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 ~°•*'▪︎

Insecure!Reader x Chuuya Nakahara.

— Small drabble.

— My first time writing something like this please don't come at me.

There are a lot of issues that working for the mafia can give; many paranoias of any kind.

Of course the one that's more relevant these days It's the silliest you could muster; jealousy.

Or inferiority, whatever that is.

Recently a new girl has joined the port; she is absolutely gorgeous.

Silky smooth brown hair that just looks so soft to the touch, it makes you dream about touching them. Emerald eyes so full of emotion, they make you stare at them, losing time to just admire the beauty of something so simple but mesmerising.

A style that has you go on your knees for her, that matches her personality so well; polite, elegant and patient. She is so kind to everyone, stern when she demands to be treated with the same respect she gives. You genuinely like her, you would love to befriend her, just be in good terms.. and at first, that was your intention.

But then.

Then there's your boyfriend; One of the most loyal executives, Chuuya Nakahara.

You love him so much, your heart is so full sometimes you feel like it could burst out your chest, heavy with all the emotions this man gives you.

He never ever gave you any doubt about his loyalty, he never tried anything, he is so spontaneous it makes you laugh sometimes, how he doesn't appreciate when others try to flirt with him, or touch him inappropriately.

The newcomer in your job just makes you doubt about yourself; you are a kind, respected girl. Everybody enjoys your presence, and you aren't ugly at all. The first time your best friend saw you, he flirted with you (he flirts with any woman he sees, but still). And Chuuya worship you like you are the only girl he has the pleasure to see every day.

But she's so.. perfect. She has a perfect face shape, a perfect nose, lips, body.

You are pretty, but are you this pretty?

It makes you wonder; are you enough for Chuuya?

It happens on free evenings that you, Chuuya and other members spend time together, chattering about whatever comes to mind with a drink in hand in some bar that luckily never smells too bad.

And there are days she also agrees to come.

Like today. And you hate with all your energy how your chest tighten, the hunger and thirst disappearing and not making a sign of coming back throughout all the night.

You rest next to Chuuya, your head itching to lean on his shoulder as he holds you with an arm wrapped around your waist like he always does, keeping you close to him with the other hand occupied by a glass of expensive wine.

He also often hold the drink in front of your face, silently asking if you want some with his eyes, since he noticed you didn't touch anything and it's been hours. He knows you might come shy at times, he's just a bit confused since you know most these people like the back of your hand.

But you don't really feel like drinking, or eating at all, and It's not because of your shyness.

Her laugher sometimes invades your senses, such a pleasurable sound to hear. Her voice is also so velvety, like a melody. Maybe you are making a big deal out of it.

If you were to talk about this to your best friend he would flick his finger on your forehead and tell you to not worry (Or ask her if she's willing to commit a "romantic" double suicide with him).

You don't realise how concerned you made Chuuya until you walk out of the bar, only you and him getting greeted by the night sky that watches over you.

Two steady arms are wrapped safely around your waist, worried blue enchanting eyes scanning yours almost wishing they could understand what has gotten into you without you having to explain it.

"Darlin', are you okay?" Now holding your cheeks, his gloved fingers caress your skin softly, and you almost melt to the touch. You can see it; the endless devotion he feels towards you, covered by that worry he feels, which pushed him to get up from his seat and drag you outside the bar with him.

You don't know how you can be jealous about this man at this point.

He shows how much he wants and would choose you over anyone in any single way he can, so genuinely, subconsciously and spontaneously that you can't stop the tears of appreciation from running down your cheeks, now his eyes even more worried than before as a never-ending trail of thoughts of why you are crying right now travels on his brain.

Since he has no idea and you are not talking, he do what he can do best; act.

He softly pushes your head on his chest, his arms going back to wrap around your body like a safety blanket, protecting you from everything and everyone.

"I love you so much" you manage to whisper, so barely you doubt he heard you, until a response is thrown back at you, which almost makes you bark out a laugh; "I love you too, sweets. But please if these are tears of happiness tell me, you nearly gave me an heart attack"

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atlasnessie · 9 months

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bf chuuya who would always insist on letting you take the first bite of a food, wether it being his or yours

bf chuuya who goes out for late night drives with and for you on his motorcycle when you’re feeling down

bf chuuya who doesn’t dream, but daydreams of a future with you

bf chuuya who doesn’t really show off his paycheck, but also kinda does in subtle ways such as buying you terribly expensive things

bf chuuya who picks you up from work whenever he can with a flower in his hand and an extra motorcycle helmet behind him

bf chuuya who runs around the house to get you something before you even think of needing it

bf chuuya who doesn’t care who you hangout with, as long as they don’t cause trouble for you and him ( and as long as it’s not dazai .. )

bf chuuya who hates saying goodbye when he’s off on a long mission. instead, he says “see you later.”

bf chuuya who names street dogs he sees after you

bf chuuya who has a separate album on his phone solely dedicated to pictures of you

bf chuuya who would end his own life for you

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chuuyrr · 9 months

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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.

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✴ 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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sonder-paradise · 1 year

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

◊ ft. dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, kunikida

◊ genre. fluffy fluff hehe

◊ synopsis. the twists and turns of their heart upon first meeting you

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 is quiet for the first time in forever. The once extravagant, outgoing persona he places for the world folds together neatly as he stares at you from across the room. You quite literally took his breath away. There's no other emotion in his eyes other than pure amazement. Dazai didn't think there was ever a person that could make his heart pound and thud against his chest. Of course, the moment his legs stop feeling like jelly, he's approaching you with a grin.

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 stops and stares like an idiot. Perhaps it was his own fault for getting all reckless and tongue-tied but the moment he catches you in the corner of his eye, he stops his exclamations and turns a pretty shade of red. He's covering his face with a hand and prying his eyes off your form. He can't seem to stop the pounding in his head and the heat in his cheeks. He attempts to cover up his nerves with another sharp exclamation before waving those around him away.

𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 finds himself confused and confounded. Just a normal day and suddenly he's staring at you with no regard for getting caught. He's unfamiliar with this budding emotion in his chest and without even noticing, your eyes meet his and he instantly looks away with his skin turning rosy. To think he'd be so befuddled and silly staring at a random person. But... he can't help but snatch another look the second you're distracted.

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 ignores it at first. At least, he tries. He immediately looks away from you, trying to figure out the source of this peculiar emotion now blooming inside of him. Then you smile and give him a friendly wave and surely he's done for. Perhaps you've cast some sickness ability upon him because he can't seem to find the words to explain this illness taking root. So, he covers his face with a hand, pretending to cough away this love bug.

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚 didn't plan for this. All the journals, the organization, the missions, the ideals didn't plan for this to happen. But he's certain of his feelings the second his eyes match yours. He greets you calmly with a curt smile and a firm handshake, but inside he trembles like a leaf in a storm. You're brilliant and charming, and somehow everything he's been looking for all at once.

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oikasugayama · 3 months

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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?”

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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When I tell you that this man would do absolutely anything for you, I mean every. single. word.

Odasaku does not really consider himself as a particularly romantic person which he can't help but to feel a little sad about sometimes. He can come off as too deadpan or maybe even a little unserious when he is joking around with you but there is nothing on this Earth that could help him describe the way he feels about you, there is no word in any language which could be used for the sheer strength and passion he feels when he simply thinks about you.

One of his main love languages is definitely acts of service - the man will walk behind you, trailing like a lost puppy as he carries all of your bags without a care in the world. He also payed for absolutely everything as well, you are physically not allowed to take out you wallet in front of him. If you do, he'll tickle you. Yes, I am serious. And if you aren't ticklish he will find some other way to playfully torture you in public. What, you thought he has shame? None, that word doesn't exist in his vocabulary, especially when it comes to you.

He loves taking you out on dates whenever he can, even if they are quite simple but that's what the both of you like. Coffee dates, shopping dates, maybe even some cute reading dates in which you pester him in sharing the details of his novel with you to which he begrudgingly agrees. He can't say no to you, it's simply beyond him.

His services can of course extend to the darker side as well.

Oda knows his stuff, he's strong and his ability is a great bonus as well. If he ever feels the need to pull some strings or something even more diabolical he isn't going to stop.

It's all for you. He will do everything he can to keep you safe.

Even if he hasn't necessarily spilled blood on his own volition he has ways to dispose of potential threats.

If it gets too rough he can always ask Dazai for a favor to which the young man will gladly agree.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Ranpo Edogawa Makes You Finish Without Touching You

Ranpo is confidant that he can make you come just from his words alone. He's not doing anything else, he's not thrusting, he's not kissing, he's not even pushing his cock inside you. No, he's keeping the tip just outside, barely brushing against your pussy folds.

"Sopping wet pussy and I didn't even touch you. Why is that darling? Do you have anything to say for yourself or are you ready to accept how easy you are to tease?"

He thought of you as easy when in reality you were trying very hard not to push him down and take Ranpo right now, to be ride or die on his cock and make that smug face of his into that of overwhelming bliss from the sheer grip and heat of your cunt around him. Yet you held still, trying to provoke him first, to make him take you, to come out on top despite being a near broken mess already.

"You keep trying to entice me but it won't work. You pussy does look good but seeing you whining, with those tears in your eyes and my cum all over your body, except of course, where you want it most, makes this all worth it."

You tried to reach down and touch your aching clit only to have your wrists held down by one of his hands. Ranpo hummed at you he ghosted his wrist over the pulsing bundle of nerves, your hips jumping up as far as they could, looking for more stimulation.

"What's the matter darling? You want to touch yourself so bad? You need to show me what a good listener you are first. Don't deny me any longer, let me see you come all over my cock, come undone listening to my voice."

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anqelically · 2 months

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Hiiiiii! Omg i would like to request first time s/o celebrating tecchou’s birthday. I could imagine it’s his first time that someone celebrate his birthday😿or is ir exaggerated?

birthday wishes | tecchou suehiro x gn!reader

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content: no manga spoilers, fluff, lwky stiff writing it’s been a bit 😭

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tecchou suehiro doesn’t celebrate his birthday.

as a child, his family always celebrated his birthday with a small cake. he’d blow out the candles while he adorned a “happy birthday” headband, they’d eat, and they were done. now that he was an adult with a busy life ahead of him, he didn’t do anything for the celebratory day. after all, was it really that important?

you thought differently than he did. you were more than happy to celebrate the birthdays of the ones you loved, and celebrating tecchou’s special day was no different. you knew your lover normally didn’t do anything to celebrate, so you wanted to change that. for good.

“don’t take a peak when i remove my hands, okay?”

“as you wish, my love.”

“give me one quick second.”

you maneuver around the dining table to stand directly across from tecchou’s seated figure. he had no clue what you were surprising him with or why, even though you were awful at hiding it. after all, he did walk in on you writing a short message on his birthday cake, though you weren’t sure if he could read it from where he stood, or not.

you quickly lit up the cake’s candle before turning down the lights. tecchou innocently sat, emitting a confused aura around him. you smiled in the hopes that this would make his day.

“you can take a look now, hiro.”

at your words, the man slowly opened his eyes and took a closer look at the small, white cake in front of him. he quickly read your message, which was written with royal blue frosting. although he did have suspicions about the cake being for him, he didn’t expect it to be for his birthday, which he himself forgot about.

tecchou also eyed the decorations in your dining room, “this is… you did all of this for me?”

“this is nothing,” you smiled endearingly. “i know you don’t do anything for your birthday, but i want to change that. today is your day, and i’m more than happy to celebrate you. i love you.”

it had been so long since someone had taken their time to put something together for his birthday. he rarely ever saw or heard from his parents, and his co-workers didn’t even know of his birthday. but now he has you, who both knew and was excited to celebrate his special day every year.

tecchou held your hands softly and kissed your knuckles, “i love you, y/n. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. now come, make a wish with me.”

he was quick to pull you down to his lap, eliciting a small yelp from you. “but it’s your birthday, silly! i can’t make a wish on your special day.”

“it’s alright with me. whatever you want, i want for you.”

you stared into his eyes, “fine, then. but you have to make a wish for something you actually want. it can’t have anything to do with me. deal?”

“deal.”

“alright then.”

you both shut your eyes, thinking of your wishes. as you silently wished for tecchou’s wish to come true, you tightly held his hand. eventually, both of you opened your eyes and he blew out the candle. with the dim light that was left, you read the cake’s message in your head.

happy birthday my love! i’m beyond blessed to have you in my life. this is the 1st time we celebrate your birthday, and it won’t be the last. here’s to many more years together ♡

— y/n

note: i was supposed to finish and upload this yesterday in place of my yuta fic, but i went out to eat for my birthday instead whoops. and nonnie, thank you for the request!! i feel like tecchou probably celebrated his birthday as a child, so i switched it up a bit <33

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himimosa · 8 months

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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...

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warabidakihime · 1 year

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A Love Discovered in the Darkest of Times

Characters: Chuuya x Reader x Dazai

Synopsis: Sometimes, the love we seek has been right in front of us all along, waiting for us to see it clearly.

A/N: Don't mind me. I'm just taking advantage of the sudden surge of creativity and inspiration in my veins. :D

Also, I'm a sucker for happy endings.

Read the first part first here: Part 1: Love's Melancholy Farewell

Several months had passed since Chuuya and you parted ways, each carving out separate paths in their lives. Chuuya immersed himself in the demanding tasks assigned by the Port Mafia's leader, Mori Ougai, while you took the necessary time to heal. The initial three months proved to be the most challenging for you, with countless nights spent shedding tears and drowning sorrows in alcohol.

During one particularly difficult night, you found yourself succumbing to the temptation to reach out to Chuuya. In a drunken haze, you called him, offering apologies for the pain you caused and desperately pleading for another chance.

Chuuya was taken aback as he answered the phone, recognizing your voice on the other end. Her words were slurred, and the pain in her voice tugged at his heart. "Y/N? Is that you?" he asked, trying to maintain composure.

"Chuuya, I'm sorry," you slurred. "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I didn't mean to break your heart."

Chuuya's grip on the phone tightened. "It's alright, Y/N. We both needed time apart," he managed to say, though his heart conflicted.

"But I miss you so much," you continued. "I miss your smile, your laugh, and your touch. I miss everything about you."

Chuuya felt a pang in his heart. "Y/N, please don't do this. You're drunk, and you don't know what you're saying," he said, his voice breaking.

"No, Chuuya. I know exactly what I'm saying. I love you, Chuuya. I've always loved you," you confessed, sobbing.

Chuuya's heart skipped a beat. "Y/N, I..." he trailed off, uncertain.

"Please, Chuuya. Give me another chance. I promise I won't mess things up again. I love you so much," you pleaded.

Chuuya felt his resolve faltering. "Y/N, please... don't do this. We're not good for each other. You know that," he said, his voice laced with sorrow.

Your voice was slurred, clearly heavily intoxicated. "But Chuuya, I love you. I need you. Please," you begged.

Chuuya's throat tightened. "Y/N, you need to stop. You're drunk. Rest and take care of yourself," he pleaded, his voice breaking.

You were about to speak, but Chuuya couldn't bear it anymore. He hung up, tears streaming down his face as he cried for the love he couldn't have.

Chuuya buried his face in his hands, body shaking with sobs. He wanted to be with you, but he couldn't ignore the pain you had caused him. "Why did you have to call me now, Y/N? Why did you have to make me relive everything again?" he shouted to no one.

The room shook as Chuuya unintentionally activated his ability, unleashing his fury on the walls. "Damn it, Y/N! Why did you have to do this to me?!" he screamed, his voice hoarse and raw with emotion.

He collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down his face. "I want to be with her, but I can't forget everything she's done," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chuuya spent the entire night engulfed in a tumult of emotions, the weight of your feelings too heavy to decipher. As he scrolled through his phone, images of you stared back at him, each one reopening wounds that refused to heal. Tears streamed down his face unchecked.

In a sudden surge of frustration, he hurled his phone across the room, watching it shatter against the unforgiving wall. "Damn it!" he yelled, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair. Rising to his feet, he kicked the wall repeatedly, his foot growing numb, and his knuckles bloodied.

"Why am I like this?" he asked, voice cracking. "Why can't I just let you go? Why do I still love you after everything you've done to me?" Another punch to the wall echoed his inner turmoil. Collapsing onto the floor once more, he succumbed to the waves of sorrow shaking his body.

Chuuya remained in that agonizing state, time slipping away unnoticed as misery and self-loathing consumed him. When he finally lifted his head, the gentle morning sunlight bathed his room. Sitting there on the floor, drained and helpless, his heart continued its feeble yearning for you.

Nearly a year had passed since you returned to Yokohama after an extended mission abroad that you had actively proposed. Despite the time away, the weight of your pain lingered. Training and casual encounters with strangers served as distractions, but nothing could erase the memory of your heartbreak.

Seated at the bar, nursing your drink, a guy sidled up beside you. His charming smile and engaging conversation about jobs and favorite movies drew you in. Laughter ensued, creating a momentary escape.

"Can I buy you another drink?" he asked, his hand brushing against yours.

A thrill surged through you at his touch. "Sure, why not?" you replied, your heart racing.

As the conversation deepened, so did the flirting. Leaning closer, your eyes locked in a heated gaze. A shiver of desire ran through you as his hand trailed up your arm.

"Let's go somewhere more private," he whispered, his lips hovering over yours.

You nodded, and they made their way to a hotel room. Once alone, you started to kiss. Initially, your thoughts drifted to Dazai, but soon, they veered to Chuuya. Tears streamed down your face, but you didn't stop. You needed this, a brief respite from the haunting memories.

Amid the continued intimacy, a sob escaped you. The guy pulled back, concerned. "Hey, are you okay?"

Taking a deep breath, you forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I'm just a little emotional right now."

Concern filled his eyes, but you leaned in and captured him for another round of searing kisses, it was your attempt to distract yourself. As you moved together, tears fell again, but you pressed on. Anything to feel something other than pain and heartbreak.

Afterward, lying on the bed, catching your breath, tears still streamed down your face. Hollow inside, the fleeting pleasure did nothing to ease the gnawing pain in your heart. As the guy left without a word, disappointment in yourself settled in.

You sat up, contemplating calling Chuuya, finger hovering over his number on the screen. Should you? Would he even want to talk after all this time? With a deep sigh, you placed the phone back on the bedside table, lying down again, the weight of your pain still heavy upon you.

The next morning, you left the hotel and headed down to the lobby. Surprise struck you when you saw Dazai there, talking to Kunikida. They were likely on a mission together. The air was knocked from your chest at the sight of the man who was once the love of your life. Initially, happiness flickered, but it soon dissipated, replaced by rage and hurt. Not ready for a confrontation, you tried to avoid them, but Dazai saw you and called out your name. Turning to face him, your heart raced with anger and fear.

"What do you want?" you snapped.

Dazai held up his hands in a placating gesture. "I just wanted to say hello. It's been a long time."

You scoffed. "Yeah, it has. And it's been even longer since you broke my heart and abandoned me."

Dazai sighed. "Can we talk somewhere else?"

After a few seconds, the detective managed to convince you, and you followed him to a quiet alleyway, your heart still racing with anger and fear. You knew this conversation was going to hurt, but you had to know the truth.

"So? What happened, Dazai?" you demanded. "Why did you leave me?"

Dazai looked pained as he spoke. "You know why, Y/N. After Odasaku died, I couldn't stay in the mafia anymore. I had to leave, and I couldn't take you with me. It wasn't safe."

"You could have at least told me," you said through gritted teeth. "You could have given me a choice."

"I didn't want to put you in danger," Dazai replied. "I thought the mafia was where you belonged."

A wave of anger washed over you. "How dare you decide what's best for me! You had no right to leave me like that!"

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Dazai said, his voice softening. "I never wanted to hurt you. But I had to do what I thought was best."

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "You don't get to decide what's best for me. I can take care of myself."

Dazai reached out to touch you, but you flinched away. "Y/N, please. I still care about you."

Turning away, your voice trembling, you said, "I don't want to hear it. You broke my heart, Dazai. And you left me with nothing."

Silence fell between you, and you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to say next.

"Chuuya was there for me when you weren't," you said. "He understood me, and he accepted me. He loved me more than you ever did."

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes as memories of Chuuya flooded your mind. His unconditional love, constant support, and non-judgmental acceptance of your flaws came rushing back. You thought about the times he held you close, wiping away your tears, reassuring you that everything would be okay. Recollections of how he prioritized your needs over his own and willingly endured harm to protect you filled your thoughts.

As you spoke, tears streamed down your face—not just tears of pain or guilt but tears of realization. Finally understanding your true feelings, you admitted, "I am in love with Chuuya. I love him with all my heart, and I can't imagine a life without him. He loved me unconditionally, even when I pushed him away. And I am so stupid for doing so.”

The biggest realization hit you, "I love him more than anything in this world."

Silence hung between you and Dazai. Opening your eyes, you met his regretful gaze, but you no longer cared about his judgment. You now knew what you wanted, and nothing was going to stand in your way. With a determined look, you walked out of the dark alleyway, disregarding Dazai. Despite the hurt he caused, he silently wished you well, sending his most genuine good luck.

It wasn't much, considering the pain he inflicted, but it was better than nothing. He genuinely hoped for your happiness, even if it meant letting you go.

As you walked down the street, thoughts of Chuuya consumed your mind. Your finger hovered over his number on your phone screen, conflicting emotions rushing through you. Uncertain if you were ready to reach out after everything that happened, your heart raced at the thought of him. Stopping in your tracks, the overwhelming feeling inside you couldn't be contained. A silly grin spread across your face as thoughts of the redhead filled your mind, both scared and excited at the same time.

Several days had passed since your encounter with Dazai, and you couldn't shake Chuuya from your thoughts, despite your efforts to distract yourself. Hours were spent staring at your phone, contemplating whether to call him or not. Each time you picked it up, fear gripped you, preventing the call.

Days turned into weeks, and your anxiety and guilt intensified. The nagging feeling persisted—had you missed your chance with Chuuya? Was he now happy with someone else? You hesitated, not wanting to disrupt his life and complicate things after everything that unfolded between you.

Even as you tried to convince yourself it was for the best, your heart ached with longing and regret. You missed Chuuya's laughter, his smile, and his touch. The way he looked at you lingered in your mind, as if you were the most important person in the world.

One night, unable to sleep, you finally made a decision. You knew you had to talk to Chuuya, to express your feelings and apologize for everything and well, hope for the best.

You stood outside Chuuya's office at the Port Mafia headquarters, your hand poised to knock on the door. Each attempt to summon the courage ended in a retreat. An hour had passed, spent pacing in front of the building, trying to muster the nerve to face Chuuya.

The need to talk to him, to express your feelings and apologize, lingered in your mind. Yet, every attempt to knock on the door faltered as nerves took over, causing you to back out each time.

Footsteps approached from inside the building at one point, prompting panic. You ran to hide behind a nearby utility closet, waiting in anticipation. The minutes felt like ages, heart racing with fear. Eventually, the footsteps faded away, and you peeked out from behind the storage closet, relieved that you hadn't been caught.

You knew you couldn't keep stalling forever, but the fear remained insurmountable. All you could do was keep trying, hoping that eventually, the courage to face Chuuya would find its way to you.

Chuuya found himself deep within a rival organization's stronghold, on a mission assigned by Mori Ougai to gather vital intel. His stealthy entrance, owing to exceptional fighting skills and the gravity-manipulating ability, "For the Tainted Sorrow," went unnoticed. However, a moment of carelessness led to an ambush. Surrounded by heavily armed guards wielding weapons designed to counter ability users, Chuuya faced a formidable challenge.

Remaining composed, he knew he had to act swiftly. Focusing his energy, he activated his ability, shifting the gravity around him and catching the guards off balance. Seizing the opportunity, he engaged in a fierce battle, combining martial arts prowess with the manipulation of gravity.

The fight was intense, and despite his best efforts, Chuuya found himself outnumbered. Each blow he delivered drained his energy, but he refused to yield. The mission had to be completed.

Finally overcoming the last guard, Chuuya paid the price with severe injuries. His wounds bled profusely, and awareness of the urgency to escape gripped him. Stumbling out of the building, weakened by the ordeal, he collapsed on the ground.

Meanwhile, you received a message from Mori, urging you to assist Chuuya as reinforcements alongside a few mafia goons. Recognizing this as an opportunity to reunite with him without things becoming too awkward, you willingly accepted the orders. Arriving just in time, you witnessed Chuuya lying on the ground, barely conscious.

Without hesitation, you sprang into action, using your own abilities to repel the enemy. Yet, the opposition was overwhelming, and the fight grew increasingly fierce. Unaware of your presence, Chuuya fought valiantly for survival.

As the enemy closed in, you realized you had to get Chuuya to safety. Lifting him up, you began to carry him away, but the enemy was relentless. Surrounded on all sides, your situation became dire.

With no other option, you summoned your ability, unleashing a powerful wave of energy that pushed back their attackers. Running toward safety, Chuuya's grip on consciousness continued to slip. You, determined to save him, used all your strength to carry him towards the Port Mafia headquarters.

Finally, they arrived at their destination, and you handed Chuuya over to the medical team. Anxious, you watched as they worked tirelessly to save his life, utilizing their expertise to treat his severe injuries.

As you waited, your mind raced with worry and fear. Chuuya had never appeared so badly hurt, intensifying your concern for his life.

Sitting by Chuuya's side, you waited for him to wake up. Watching him sleep, you realized the depth of your feelings for him. It became clear that you couldn't conceal your emotions any longer. Even if he were to reject you, that was okay; expressing your most genuine feelings to the person you love was more important. Letting Chuuya know how you felt was more than enough for you.

Chuuya slowly opened his eyes, groaning in pain as he attempted to sit up. He winced, feeling the throbbing ache in his body. Surveying the room, he realized he was in a hospital at the Port Mafia headquarters. Memories of the mission flooded back, recalling how he was on the brink of death before someone saved him.

His eyes widened in shock as he noticed the sleeping figure by his bedside. Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed your injuries before. Staring at you, he did a double take to confirm that it was indeed you lying there.

You appeared peaceful in your sleep, but the bruises on your face and the bandages on your hands served as stark reminders of the danger you both faced. Guilt washed over Chuuya. He never liked seeing you hurt like this.

Continuing to gaze at you, a mix of emotions overwhelmed him. Gratitude for saving his life, worry for your injuries, and an indescribable feeling. Though aware of your skill as a fighter, seeing you injured highlighted your vulnerability.

Chuuya's eyes flickered to your face, and he couldn't resist reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead. His fingers lingered on your soft skin, and he let out a small sigh.

It had been so long since he had seen you, and he had missed you more than he could express. Yet, with you lying beside him, the reality of your situation and painful memories resurfaced.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. He yearned for you, wanting nothing more than to hold you close and never let go. The thought of what might have been made his heart ache. Fear of change between you and the possibility that you had moved on or didn't feel the same way haunted him.

The fear of rejection and the prospect of getting hurt again made him hesitate. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face the pain of losing you once more.

As he ran his fingers through your hair, a tear slipped down Chuuya's cheek. He quickly wiped it away, not wanting to wake you, but the yearning in his chest lingered.

As you stirred from your sleep, Chuuya was already wide awake, watching you with a mix of surprise and confusion. Lost in thought, he heard your movements and observed as you quickly sat up, scanning the room before your eyes eventually landed on him.

"Chuuya!" you exclaimed, relief and concern evident in your voice. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

Taken aback by your sudden shift in demeanor, from deep sleep to frantic concern for his well-being, Chuuya cleared his throat before responding.

"I'm fine, Y/N," he said, his voice a bit raspy. "Thanks to you."

Your eyes softened as you looked at him. "I'm glad you're okay," you said, your voice filled with sincerity.

Chuuya felt his heart race at

the sight of you, the way your eyes searched his face for any signs of pain or discomfort. It had been so long since he had seen you, and he had almost forgotten how much your presence affected him.

"Y/N..." Chuuya started, but the words caught in his throat. He wasn't sure what to say or even how to say it.

You reached out and touched his hand, interrupting his thoughts. "What is it?" you asked, your gaze unwavering.

Chuuya took a deep breath before speaking. "It's just...been a while," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded slowly. "Yeah, it has," you said softly, your eyes downcast.

The palpable silence that followed weighed on them, and Chuuya could feel the burden of their past pressing down. Taking a deep breath, he tried to think of something to say.

"So, how have you been?" he asked, hoping to break the tension.

You looked up at him, and for a moment, Chuuya was lost in your eyes. He could see the pain and sadness there, but he also saw something else—something that gave him hope.

"I've been...okay, I guess," you said, shrugging slightly. "I've been on a few missions, but nothing too exciting."

Chuuya nodded, grateful for the small talk. He knew that they needed to address their past, but he also knew that they needed to ease into it.

"And...how about you?" you asked, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips.

Chuuya felt warmth spread through him at your question. He had been so focused on you that he had forgotten about himself.

"I've been busy," he said with a chuckle. "Work's been crazy, as usual. But I can't complain."

You nodded, and the two of you fell into an awkward silence once more.

"I saw Dazai a few days ago," you suddenly said, breaking the silence. Chuuya tensed up at your words, but tried to keep his composure.

"Oh?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yeah," you continued. "I had a talk with him. I gave him a piece of my mind for leaving without a goodbye and how betrayed I felt. I even got angry for your sake."

Chuuya's heart skipped a beat at your last words. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I was angry that he left you too. You deserved a proper goodbye from him," you said, looking at him with a sympathetic expression.

“I see…”

“Yeah.”

You took a deep breath and looked directly at the redhead, "Chuuya, I need to tell you something," you said, your voice shaking.

Chuuya nodded, his expression serious.

"I...I just want to say how sorry I am," you continued, your voice breaking. "I was such a stupid person for wasting your love like that. I didn't deserve it, and I took it for granted. I hurt you so much, and I regret it every single day."

Tears streamed down your face as you spoke, your words filled with genuine remorse. "You didn't deserve any of it–I'm so sorry for hurting you. I know I can never make it up to you, but I just want you to know that I'm truly sorry."

Your sobs grew louder as you spoke, your emotions getting the best of you. Chuuya could see the pain and regret in your eyes, and he felt his heart soften towards you.

He reached out and pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as you cried. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, rubbing your back gently. "I forgive you, Y/N. I forgave you a long time ago."

Silence enveloped the room as your sobs gradually subsided. Chuuya's heart ached witnessing your tears, yet a glimmer of relief surfaced. Finally, the weight of unspoken thoughts was being addressed.

"Hey now, don't cry like a baby," Chuuya teased, attempting to lighten the mood. "Your face is as red as a tomato." He chuckled at your muttered response of "Shut up."

Oh, how he missed you.

As your sobs quieted, Chuuya continued to hold you, reluctant to let go. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm. "I'm here for you."

You looked up at him, your eyes still watery. "Do you really forgive me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chuuya nodded. "Of course I do," he replied, his gaze softening. "We're okay."

Your eyes widened in surprise and relief, a small smile breaking through. "Thank you, Chuuya," you said, your voice cracking. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm grateful for it."

Before he could stop himself, Chuuya leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to deserve it," he murmured. "I'm giving it to you anyway."

You wiped away your tears, took a deep breath, and locked eyes with Chuuya. "I need to tell you something," you said, your voice hoarse from crying. "When I talked to Dazai, I realized something—something that I had been too blind to see before."

Chuuya's expression softened, and he reached out to take your hand. "What did you realize?" he asked gently.

"I realized that I love you, Chuuya," you declared, your voice filled with passion. "I love you more than anything in this world. But I was just too blind to see it, and I can't keep denying it anymore. I need you in my life, and I want to be with you."

Your confession left Chuuya in a state of disbelief. For so long, he poured his heart out to win your love, enduring the pain of your partial reciprocation and the near-fatal heartbreak caused by Dazai's presence. Now, you finally admitted your love for him.

Chuuya couldn't help but chuckle at your confession. "Took you long enough," he teased, a smile spreading across his face. "I mean, I'm way more attractive and charming than that idiot Dazai."

You pouted but later chuckled, your face flushed with happiness. "I know, I know," you replied, still wrapped up in his arms. "Better late than never, I guess?"

Chuuya scoffed playfully, "When you put it that way," he mumbled, his voice filled with mirth.

After a moment of silence, Chuuya gently took your hand in his and looked into your eyes. "Y/N," he said, his voice steady and sincere. "I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you tell me that you love me with all your heart. Can you say it again for me, please?"

You smiled softly and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Chuuya," you said, your voice soft and affectionate. "I love you. I've loved you for so long, but I didn't realize it until now. You're the one I want to be with and the one I want to share my life with. I love you more than anything."

Chuuya felt his heart swell with love and happiness as he looked into your eyes. "I love you too, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I always have, and I always will." You leaned in for another kiss, your love for each other filling the room.

As you lay in the hospital bed together, Chuuya and you exchanged soft whispers and gentle caresses. You had been through so much, but finally, you were together, your love stronger than ever before.

Looking at Chuuya, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. For the first time in your life, you knew you had found your true soulmate, the one person who completed you in every way.

And as you shared one last kiss before drifting off to sleep, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, your love as unbreakable as the bond that held you together.

Last part: Evermore in Your Arms

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