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'𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

ᯓ★ starring: dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, atsushi nakajima, chuuya nakahara and fyodor dostoevsky; what they would be like on their wedding day.

warnings: marriage, swearing, alcohol-intake, wife reader, w.c 3.5k

ᯓ★𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

: ̗̀➛ Dazai, who never really acted like a conventional human being, also did not propose like one, either. After dating the enigmatic Armed Detective Agent for, by then, two years, you did not expect him to get down on one knee and produce a beautiful ring, like you had seen in the movies. But you also did not expect him to drop the question like it was a frivolous thing one random Tuesday evening while you both shared a drink at your favourite late-night bar.

Blinking, your glass frozen mid-way to your lips, you turned to him and said, "What did you... just say?" That mischievous smile you were so quick to fall for flashed across his face. "I said, why don't we get married, hmm~?"

: ̗̀➛ There was no other answer in your mind, your heart, than a resounding yes. For he was the thorn in your side as much as he was your other half. Through the whirlwind of months following, you found it hard to discern where one day ended and the next began. Time bled together until you didn't have nearly enough of it, and the day of the ceremony was here. It was a casual affair not bound too tightly by tradition. By the help of the agents, an old, abandoned manor sitting by the riverside had been fashioned into your very own cathedral.

: ̗̀➛ Yosano Akiko fussed over your dress, your hair, your makeup — to a point where you thought she was having way too much fun. And yet, she left no stones unturned, either. As you walked in through the building decorated with bouquets of flowers and rows upon rows of familiar faces, she hooked her arm into yours and walked by your side. Using Thou Shalt Not Die, the doctor instructed fluttering, iridescent butterflies to sit against your dress and your veil, the cornet of your hair, any place she could in order to make you glow.

: ̗̀➛ He stood to his towering height at the alter with his back turned to you in an immaculate suit of white. And when he spun to face you, you fell in love for a second time — with his brunet hair tucked behind his ear, the blue rose pinned to his suit lapel and his eyes; how they watched you. With a type of stunned disbelief that melted into adoration. When you came to stand by his side in front of the pastor, his hand reached down to twine with your fingers, and he whispered;

"You — are absolutely breath-taking."

: ̗̀➛ Kyouka Izumi played the role of ring-bearer, delivering a small white pillow with the two shining bands once it was time to say your vows. Dazai reached out tenderly, slowly, as if to preserve this moment for as long as he could, and lifted the veil from your face. His eyes shuttered. He reached for your hand and slid the smaller band onto your finger, his eyes downcast, his voice low and intimate.

"Through you I have found what it means to love, what it is to feel human, and while I am by your side — I endeavour to protect and earn that title. For as long as I shall live, I am yours. My soul, my name, they are all yours."

: ̗̀➛ As the ceremony reached its closure, when you had both been bound to each other in heart and in soul, Dazai could not wait another moment before he could reach for you. As soon as the words you may kiss the bride left the pastor's lips, Dazai had looped his arms around your waist and bent you back into a dramatic dip. Cheers and claps filled the riverside chapel, you smiled widely against his lips, expecting nothing less of him. Your soulmate. Your husband. Your Osamu, who's name you brandished as your own.

𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 . . .

"Kunikida-kun~!" Dazai's loud voice, a little accentuated with alcohol, swam over the crowd. "Play the thing we talked about!"

Curious, your head turned to the sounds of footsteps shuffling onto the dancefloor illuminated by pale spotlights. The afterparty was in full swing, you had been flanked by a group of well-wishing women when your husband's voice reached your ears. Each of you observed as Dazai, alongside Kunikida, Junichirou, Atsushi and little Kenji took centre stage. Excited murmurs fluttered through the throng.

"What on earth are they doing?" You wondered, and then the starting notes to All The Single Ladies began blaring from the party speakers. Your mouth dropped. Every single one of the Armed Detective Agents began to move in unison to the beat of the music.

And for the third time, you fell in love with him, again. Expecting that there would be many more to come.

ᯓ★𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎

: ̗̀➛ Kunikida Doppo, who, at first, had not planned to marry you. After all, you only met twenty out of his proposed fifty-eight requirements that made the perfect wife. That was the thing about your relationship, however — you had come into the agent's life unplanned, uninvited, and turned every one of his rigid ideals up on their heads.

: ̗̀➛ Yet it was only telling of the Idealist and his old habits, how Kunikida went about asking for your hand in marriage. It had been early on a weekday afternoon when he had called you into one of the private meeting rooms of the Agency's office. He'd pushed his glasses up the strong bridge of his nose and laid out his terms. He'd even written a business contract for you to sign. The page had gone flying in the air when you had tackled him from across the table. Smattering a thousand kisses against his blushing, flustered face and breathing the words yes, yes, you silly man, yes!

: ̗̀➛ To concur with both your family's wishes and his own, a traditional wedding was set in motion. Kunikida Doppo was always a man to abide by rules and regulations, but it had occurred to you that perhaps he was taking this affair a little too seriously. For your parents, he gifted them the very traditional shiraga thread. During the sake ceremony, the blond sat ramrod straight, moving mechanically to take sips from the three cups. One for past, one for present, and one for your future. Together.

: ̗̀➛ He was so serious, in fact, that you had become nervous on the morning of your wedding — your most beloved of friends helping you into your garments, trying to soothe your thoughts. What if he doesn't want to marry me? You would whisper as they fashioned your hair up. What if I've forced him into this, what if he's unhappy? To one of your many anxieties, your friend had met your eyes in the mirror, and smiled.

"Oh, honey," She chuckled, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. "You should see the way that man looks at you."

: ̗̀➛ Her words played in your mind as the traditional music was strung during your procession to meet him. The black colours he donned made his long ponytail appear golden, his body strong, his face even more handsome. As he watched you come down the shrine walkway to be by his side, the blond reached up with one hand to push his glasses away and covered his eyes. It had taken you a few months after to realise that in that moment, Kunikida Doppo had shed a tear.

: ̗̀➛ It was not tradition for vows to be spoken, and yet Kunikida asked to say a few words as the ceremony drew to a close. You watched him carefully as he picked up the microphone, curious at the intentions he had. It was in that moment that your newly wed husband faced the crowd and brought the mic to his lips.

"First, I would like to thank you all for gracing our marriage with both your presence and your blessings. It is something we will see not to squander." "Second, I would like to say some thoughts of mine, if you would all be so inclined. Marriage, to me, was initially an agreement of convenience. I had the perfect woman laid out seamlessly. And in my wife that stands with me today, I say that she is not that perfect woman I so wished to find. But she is everything more. She is my best friend, she is my support, she is the person I go to sleep thinking of and wake up searching for. To me, she is my home, and I will take care of her fiercely."

: ̗̀➛ At your small reception, Kunikida was stolen away from you by some affiliates of the Armed Detective Agency and had his sake cup topped up one too many times. He found you afterwards, and proclaimed both his love and adoration for his newly-betrothed to everyone and anyone that was within a five mile radius.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . . .

"Come here," You whispered to him, now in the comfort of your own apartment walls. A considerably uncoordinated Kunikida was struggling out of his Haorihimo, cursing in drunken slurs and promises of retribution to the small sliver of fabric.

Your fingers eased the cloth out from underneath his arms and you began to loosen the knot. Your husband was staring up at you from behind his crooked glasses. He swayed a little, and you stood in front of him, ready to support him if he went toppling forward off the bed.

But then, two strong, solid arms came up to the small of your back and he crushed you against him. Burying his head into your chest, he murmured;

"From the very first day I met you... I loved you. D'ya know that?"

Your heart grew tiny wings in your chest and began to sore. Smiling, you reached up, carding your fingers through his blond locks and undoing the tight ponytail.

"The first day you met me, you told me I was inefficient and lazy, my dear husband." You mused.

He grunted. "Same... thing."

ᯓ★𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

: ̗̀➛ Your relationship with Atsushi was one that blossomed slow and tenderly. It was a natural progression, after three years of happy dating, for the agent to ask you to marry him. Everything Atsushi Nakajima did in regards to showing his affection for you was always timid and reserved — you never expected it; the elaborate surprise he had waiting in store for you that morning you came into the Agency's offices just like you always did.

: ̗̀➛ Well, perhaps he had a little help from the other agents, for the office was barren when you entered. Your eyebrows had creased at the very uncharacteristic quiet of the usually chaotic area you worked in. You had checked the time, wondering if you had showed up a little too early on accident. But then, there was a voice — the voice of agent Dazai Osamu, shouting at you to come to the nearest window and to do so urgently—!

Each of the agents stood at the sidewalk, all holding up a sign with different characters that made up a whole sentence. A question. And Atsushi — your sweet, kind, caring Atsushi, was perched in the middle, the biggest bouquet of roses in his sheepish hands. Will you marry me?

: ̗̀➛ Both you and Atsushi decide to get married somewhere far removed from the city skyline of Yokohama. You wanted somewhere special to remember this day, and perhaps, the great outdoors and stretching greens spoke to Atsushi's beastly side a little more, too. So you chose the heart of a nearby woodland where a great, ancient willow tree served as your alter.

: ̗̀➛ Atsushi wore a suit of sky-blue. You wore a simple slip dress decorated with accents of lace and flowers, Kenji had twined some wildflowers into your hair. The fauna of the forest acted as your choir when you walked down the small trail of brambles to your soon-to-be husband who waited at the base of the winding trunk.

: ̗̀➛ The reception was held in a greenhouse funded by the Agency's private books — you and Atsushi were members, after all, so Kunikida took a little less persuading than usual to move his ledgers around. For lunch, you served chazuke, and when you took the first dance, Atsushi's eyes appeared more gold than they were violet as they looked at you so lovingly the whole time.

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 . . .

"Atsushi, they'll notice that we're gone." You giggled, bunching your dress up so you could step over the little bush of thickets. When you both reached the winding roots of the willow tree you promised yourselves to each other underneath, Atsushi transformed his arms and legs into their tiger equivalents.

"Dazai-san said he'd keep everyone entertained." He whispered, and then stepped forward to wrap his soft arms around you. "Are you ready?"

"It may be a little late for second thoughts." You teased, but looped your arms around his slender neck and relaxed into his hold. The new golden band on your finger glinted in the moonlight.

And using that tiger-strength, Atsushi dug his claws into the ancient tree bark and began to climb. Higher and higher until you both broke through the canopy cover and could look to the millions of stars winking at you overhead.

"Oh, Atsushi." You breathed in awe, taking in the wonders above. "Oh, it's beautiful."

Your husband nuzzled into your hair and whispered, "Each one represents all the lifetimes I'd still find and fall in love with you in."

ᯓ★𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

: ̗̀➛ It had initially been you and your General lover's plan to keep your engagement quiet and have a small affair away from town. Just the two of you, because Chuuya thought some of his colleagues were insufferable pains in his ass, and all hell would break loose if they were to figure out they had a wedding plan on their hands. It was, however, unfortunate, that you two had been discussing what type of ceremony you'd like to have when Hirotsu was just about to turn one of the corners. It took exactly one hour for the entire Port Mafia to know. Two for it to reach the Armed Detective Agency.

: ̗̀➛ It was no longer a personal affair. This wedding became a spectacle within the Mafia's ranks. From the lowest levels all the way to the boss himself, everyone was abuzz with ideas and anticipation, excited that one of their top brass was getting married and they could all take advantage of the time off to have a grand party. Chuuya threatened to resign several times, you always laughed at how excited the entire criminal organisation became at the prospect of celebration.

: ̗̀➛ True to the boss' word, you and Chuuya's wedding was held in one of the grandest churches Yokohama had to offer — having mysteriously skipped the two year waiting list. The building was laved in gold and stain glass windows. Chuuya wore a fine suit of blood-red and a black tie that contrasted with his wild curls, his hard blue eyes. But when they saw you come down the aisle, they softened, and when he said his vows to you, you never thought anyone would look at you with such adoration ever again.

: ̗̀➛ The main event was held in the bowels of the Port Mafia — one of the largest show-rooms this organisation had to offer, with chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and a private band playing any songs they were requested. Chuuya, for the majority of your reception, could not seem to keep his hands off of you. If you were not by his hip, his eyes would instantly go searching for you within the throng of party-goers. When he did find you, he would place a hand to the small of your back, he'd lean in to kiss you and say;

"There you are, my wife."

: ̗̀➛ There was another reason as to why Chuuya Nakahara was originally so hellbent on taking your wedding somewhere more quiet and peaceful. And it came in the form of a brunet ex-partner waltzing into the organisation's party, a broad simper on his infuriating face. Dazai Osamu took your hand and kissed the back of it, extending his deepest sympathies and that if you ever needed to blow off steam, he could give you his number.

: ̗̀➛ The Port Mafia ballroom had originally started off with three grand chandeliers. After Dazai had purred those taunting words, there was then, only two.

: ̗̀➛ After the many shards had been swept from the floor by a cleaning crew, the private band struck an up-beat quartet. Both you and your newly-wed husband took to the floor for the first dance. Chuuya's hand splayed protectively against your back, his other gloved palm slotting into yours and guiding you to twirl, skip, spin.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 . . .

"Shit, sorry." He grumbled when your foreheads were touching, the proximity sending his breath fanning across your cheeks. His pointy canines were jutting against his bottom lip. "That motherfucker — he just makes me see red."

"Hey, it's okay." You said, catching his eyes. "Because I love you. You, Nakahara. I am all yours and no one else's."

Those words touched something deep within this man's chest. Of course, the proof that you were his sat in the form of two stacked rings on your left hand, but to hear it. To look into your beautiful eyes and see the amount of love there.

He surprised you by reaching down to your hips and lifting you up, twirling you around, around, around.

"And I'm forever yours, babydoll."

ᯓ★𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐘

: ̗̀➛ The initial letter you received from Fyodor asking for your hand in marriage — originally, you believed it to be fake. A shallow joke from someone who knew of you and the mastermind's occasional on-and-off relationship whenever he returned to your homeland. But as you traced the delicate loops of the handwriting that looked so much like his own, in the intimate moonlight beams of late night — you'd let yourself imagine. Hope. Only for it to swell and dwindle like ashes of a flame. Because there was just no way he would ask to marry you. That he would marry, at all.

: ̗̀➛ It was fitting then; how palpable your shock was when the slender, pale man you had accidentally fallen in love with — like a fool — was standing on the other side of your door that early morning. You had blinked hard, rubbed your eyes, wondered if you were weary from too many sleepless nights. When the stars had cleared from your vision, he was still there. An amused little smile stretched against his lips.

"So? Are you ready to get married?" You stared at him. And stared. And then dropped your morning cup of coffee onto the tiles of your hallway.

: ̗̀➛ At the news of your sudden betrothal, your family were both elated with a healthy dose of scepticism. Who is this man you are intending to marry, they fluttered around you with questions when you broke the news. Fyodor? I've never heard you speak of him, why do you intend to marry this man, girl? At that, you had smiled, not bothering to hide the small heat of blush on your ears, and murmured;

"Because he's a thief, and he stole my heart a very long time ago."

: ̗̀➛ The wedding was held in an old cathedral of gothic architecture. You don't think you've ever seen Fyodor look so refined; standing there in his simple suit of stone-grey with a black shirt. He had his hair tucked behind his ears, his eyebags were a little less pronounced, his skin brighter — but perhaps that was just the early-morning light. When you stood before your husband to-be and handed your heart over to him, for him, there was a shift in his eyes. You could not explain it, but you knew it ran deep. You knew that in his own way, he was also handing himself over to you. And you would accept all of him, just like you accepted his name.

: ̗̀➛ Much to the dismay of your family, you did not hold a wedding reception after the ceremony, but that was only because Fyodor decided to walk with you through the freezing streets of Moscow. He held your hand, and even though on many nights where you lay together he was stone-cold, today, he felt warm.

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 . . .

"Fyodor?"

"Hmm?" He answered, noticing the sheepish tone in your voice. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes.

"Why did you ask to marry me?"

Fyodor held your gaze for a long, pregnant second. It was at that moment that a single flake of snow fluttered down from the grey sky and landed on his immaculate suit. Then another. Each one the same colour as your dress, each one different to the rest.

Fyodor held out his hand to catch them. "Why does the snow fall? Because it is natural. It is meant to be. I married you because it is the way I wish to fall. With you, by my side."

✎ . . . requested by the lovely @cocodrilofeliz!

WRITING REQUESTS

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bobattea · 7 months

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i would like to request a scenario for the bsd boys' (dazai, chuuya, atsushi and aku) reactions to their fem s/o having an intense orgasm. Like moaning loudly, squirming, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back (bonus points if they kiss her neck when she does)

Pairings: Akutagawa, Atsushi, Chuuya, Dazai and Fyodor (separate) x Fem!Reader Warnings: predator/prey, language, god complex, NSFW, praise, degradation, oral (F receiving), Edging, kinda rough? Word Count: 3575 A/N: I added Fyodor to this list also. I couldn't help myself :) I'm so sorry it took so long to write this it took me 3 days to write longer than I had liked but it sure was fun to write. I hope I did your request justice!

Akutagawa -

You took off in a sprint. Depending on how this night goes, you may or may not follow Akutagawa into a secluded area again. You avoid looking behind you, which would only slow you down.

“I’ll give you a head start, but you better run fast.” You recall the warning in his words and in the firm grip that he had on your arm. “Because once I've caught you, I’m going to fuck you.” His words replayed over and over in your head as you sprinted down the path, triggering a familiar feeling between your legs that was difficult to ignore. It was a quiet night; barely anyone else was around. Typical.

The more you ran, the more out of breath you became. The excitement and thrill were the only things keeping you going. He was going to catch up for sure, and if you had as much of a single break, you’d be a sitting duck, but you don't hear anything besides yourself panting with no clue as to where you are running or what Akutagawa has in store. As if on cue, Rashōmon had gotten ahold of your leg, dragging you back a short distance as Akutagawa walked at a steady pace in the direction you ran in. His gaze is no different from that of a predator stalking its prey, sending shivers down your spine the closer he gets to you.

“Was that the best you could do? I even gave you a head start.” His expression didn’t change as he pressed your face first against the wall and had his Rashōmon hold you in place. Akutagawa didn’t push you too hard; the last thing he wanted was to hurt your pretty face, but he did so with just enough impact to send a shock of excitement through your body. The rest was a haze until you felt the cold breeze on your bare skin and shreds of your clothes hit the floor. “I told you what would happen if I caught you.” Akutagawa bit your ear gently, then kissed your neck before burying his cock inside you. His nails dug into yours as he thrust into you at an unforgiving pace, leaving you no time to adjust to him.

“Fuck! Ryuu!” You squeeze your eyes shut, and your hands are balling into fists against the wall. Akutagawa brings his head closer to your neck and bites down again with a low groan. He quickens the pace, and his thrusts become harder. “T-too much!” He doesn't listen to your words; you just egg him on.

“So fucking tight. Gonna ruin you.” He groans into your ear as he lifts one of your legs up to fuck you even deeper, the tip hitting your cervix repeatedly. The cold air didn't bother you anymore; you were far too hot as you approached your orgasm. You couldn't form words, just babbling noises as you squeezed your eyes shut again and moaned loudly, finally cumming around his cock. Akutagawa came not long after; he held you in that position while you both came down from your high, nothing but heavy breathing as you both caught your breath. “You can have my coat to walk back in.” Akutagawa rests his head on your shoulder, still panting.

“As if I had a choice." You gave a short laugh; there was no way you were walking home naked, and it was highly doubtful he would let you either.

Atsushi -

Atsushi was inexperienced, to say the least. You had to teach him all sorts of things, except tonight. Tonight you have no idea what changed, but Atsushi would not let you say anything, and if you even try to utter any words that weren’t his name and how good he makes you feel, he dives his tongue into your pussy. He holds your hips down to the bed and licks at your wet cunt as if he’d been starved,your legs shaking and threatening to clamp around his head if it weren’t for his arms forcing your legs open.

“Atsushi~” you whimpered while his tongue worked wonders on your clit, sending shocks throughout your body. His arms snake around your thighs, dragging you even closer to him to stop you from rocking your hips on his face.

“Fuckkkk, you taste so good, baby. I can’t get enough.” He almost didn’t even sound like your Atsushi; he was way too confident. Maybe that’s not the word for it right now, but your mind is a mess, only able to focus on how good Astushi’s tongue feels against you. You can’t even get a single word besides his name and a few broken sentences. Your fingers make their way into his hair as you arch your back in pleasure, only for Atsushi to stop briefly. “Hands by your side, baby,” he says, moving his way up your body to come face-to-face with you. You do as he says and put your arms by your sides, then he engulfs you in a kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. “That’s a good girl.” You whimper at his words; this definitely was not your Atsushi, but you weren’t complaining either.

Atsushi kisses his way back down your body, starting with your neck, then down the valley of your breasts and your stomach, then he hovers over your cunt. You can feel his warm breath against your wet folds, but he avoids it all together and goes to kiss and bite at your thighs.

“Atsushi~ god please," you’re stopped halfway through your plea when Atsushi buries his face again between your legs, working his tongue in and out of your pussy. “Fuck!” you moan, arching your back again, and you grip the bed sheets tightly. Who knew he would be so skilled with his tongue? Not even you could teach him this. Somewhere through the bliss, his tongue was replaced with two of his fingers, and he sucked on your clit.You could feel yourself pushing yourself into bed, feeling the wave of pleasure as Atssushi pumps his fingers in and out of you while flicking his tongue over your clit repeatedly.

He loved hearing your breathless moans as he brought you to your release. It's all because of how good he’s making you feel all by himself, not you telling him what to do. Your reactions to him—your legs shaking, your walls clenching around his fingers, and your face flushing all because of him— You buck your hips once more, letting yourself cum all over Atsushi’s fingers with a loud moan of his name, but even after, he still slowly moves his fingers in and out.

"Where did you learn that?” You ask between breaths as you lie on the bed. Atsushi removes his fingers from your cunt and once again makes his way up to look at you face-to-face.

“I’ll tell you later, but we aren't done yet.” He looks down at you softly, his eyes still filled with desire, as you look back up at him, still recovering from your orgasm.

Chuuya -

“You look so pretty like this doll.” Chuuya stood at the foot of the bed, admiring you naked in all your glory with a red rope around your wrists and attached to the headboard with a silky blindfold over your eyes. You can feel the bed dip beside you and Chuuya learning over you, his voice next to your ear. “I wish you could see just how beautiful you look.” He kisses your temple. You hear the rustling of clothes and his belt hitting the floor. You squirm in anticipation of what Chuuya has in store for you.

Chuuya grips your legs and brings his face close to one of your thighs, his breath giving you goosebumps over your skin. He kisses your thighs gently and moves up your body. He kisses your stomach all the way to your breasts. You arch your back, feeling his lips around your nipple and his tongue running over the sensitive bud while his hand pinches and plays with the other one before he gives the same attention to the other one. “So perfect for me.” He lets go and continues his journey up, kissing your collarbones and each side of your neck until he hits your ear again. “Perfect for me to ruin.” He sits up and looks at your face. Your lip caught between your lips, the blindfold was still secure around your eyes, and there was a slight shine on your skin from the sweat due to the foreplay earlier.

You were relying on sound and touch alone to figure out what Chuuya’s next move would be, but he was so quiet, and his damn ability made it nearly impossible until he gripped your hips and positioned himself in front of your entrance. Chuuya teased your cunt with his cock before slowly pushing it inside you. You both moaned, then he started moving in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. He was going to take his time with you.

“God, you were made for me, doll. Fit me so perfectly.” You moaned loudly and squirmed each time his cock hit deeper inside of you, your hands holding tightly onto the rope for something to touch if you couldn't hold onto Chuuya. With your legs wrapping around Chuuya’s waist to try pushing him closer to you, he started to pound into you harder, but keeping at a slow pace, and you got louder each time his name fell from your lips. The ropes were giving off a burning sensation around your wrists. Each harsh thrust Chuuya gave you—a mixture of pain and pleasure—had you hissing and moaning at the same time.

“More Chuuya, please.” You beg; you wish you could see Chuuya, your imagination doing nothing for you, wanting to see Chuuya fall apart while he watches you fall apart too. Chuuya smiled smugly; he could feel you tighten around him. Your hips were lifted off the bed as he started to quicken the pace, slamming into you roughly.

“I feel you, darlin'; you're so close.” Chuuya was meant to take his time with you, but your pussycat was just too good not to lose control. His slow, sensual plan for the night definitely took a turn into more raw and rough passion. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.” Chuuya tosses his head back; he was not far behind.

“Chuuya! I'm going to cum!” You shouted in pure bliss; he was hitting all the right spots; he knew your pussy so well.

“Not far behind you, doll.” The two of you chased your highs, your moans joining in unison as you both cum together. "Fuck, baby, I really have no control when it comes to you.” Chuuya leans down and kisses your forehead.

Dazai -

'That sweet talking son of a bitch.’ You huff to yourself as you take your seat at your desk. His stupid idea was completely impractical, let alone utterly humiliating, and still you agreed. Dazai and his silver tongue—you could completely ruin his fun and just take it out now, and he would be none the wiser? Or maybe he knows you’ll do that? It's hard to outsmart Dazai. He knows you too well and speaks of the devil. He smiles warmly at you as he takes his seat across Kunikida and Atsushi. You watch as they all engage in conversation, waiting for Dazai to do something. How can he possibly think you’ll get any work done if you are on edge the whole day? Maybe that's his plan? To do nothing and keep you in a constant state of excitement and nervousness.

Then you see it. Dazai reaches for his pocket, and you can see the small black remote he hides under the table out of sight of Kunikida and Atsushi. You stare intently at the small black box in his hands. Your body tenses, waiting for the vibrations to start, but it doesn't happen. You can see the small, subtle smirk on his face as he listens to Atsushi. ‘Bastard’. He’s just playing with the remote in his hand, his thumb grazing over the button, threatening to push the very button that can ruin you within a second, and the thought of it is already making you wet. You were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice the three of them staring at you.

“Y/n? You there?” Atsushi looks at you with concern. You blink a few times, and you briefly look at Dazai, who’s wearing a dark smirk behind Kunikida and Atsushi.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You clear your throat, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Kunikida looks at you with a disappointed look for not listening to him in the first place.

“I was saying we have a meeting with a client at..." You could no longer hear Kunikida’s voice. The only thing you could register in that moment were the vibrations deep in your pussy. You gripped the table, your knuckles turning white as you pressed your legs together automatically. Your eyes were wide when you realized that he had pressed the button. Biting back a moan, you tried tuning Kunikida back in, but it was no use. “Y/n! Are you even listening to me?"The vibrator stopped, and you took a shaky breath.

"Yeah, I heard you. Sorry.” You force a smile, trying to play it off. Kunikida sighed but went back to his work, realizing he'd just be wasting more of his precious time on you if you weren't going to listen. You too went back to work after finally composing yourself, but you were still on edge because of Dazai, but holy hell did it feel good.

Eventually you had forgotten all about it, getting too engrossed in your work, and you had managed to meet with the client Kunikida had mentioned earlier. Your day was just starting until those vibrations started again out of nowhere. Your back arched and your hand slammed on the table as you took a sharp inhale at the pleasurable feeling, and you pressed your legs together again for some kind of friction. You noticed all eyes on you as soon as you did that, including Dazai, who had such an evil grin on his face. Your face turned pink out of embarrassment.

“S-sorry…cramps” You lie nervously, then try to go back to work, but Dazai doesn't turn the vibrator off; he keeps it going. Your hand is now subtly trying to cover your mouth as you try to prevent yourself from moaning, and your thighs are once again pressing and rubbing together for some kind of release. Dazai kept this up for the majority of the day, and somehow each time he knew when you would be close, he would just stop.

It was finally the end of the tortuous day, and you were the last one in the office, packing up your things. Then it started again, and thank God no one was around because you let out a moan that you had been holding in while you gripped the table again, bending over to steady yourself. Your legs felt like they could give out on you.

“You’ve been holding that one all day.” You can hear the amusement in his voice as he presses himself up behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder.”

“Dazai…Please” You moan louder; you just want him to stop leaving you on the edge of your orgasm. Dazai’s arms snake around your waist, his right hand traveling down the waistband of your skirt and passing your pants to rub circles on your clit.

“So wet," he murmurs into your ear, applying a little bit of pressure to your clit as he slowly continues to rub circles on it while the vibrator is still going. “And we haven't even gotten to the good part yet.” You let out a whimper as he kisses your neck.

"Dazai, please, let me cum.” Your voice was desperate, and your head rested on his shoulder as he continued to kiss and nibble at your neck. His fingers move a little faster on your aching clit, he just needs to say the words, and you’ll cum right then and there, but he keeps dragging it out, and you're nothing but a moaning mess. Your legs can't even hold you up with how shakey they are as you approach your orgasm.

“You can, Bella; you deserve that much.” He smirks as he presses his lips against your cheek as he helps guide you through your orgasm. The hand that isn't abusing your sensitive bundle of nerves went to his pocket to retrieve the little remote Dazai has become well acquainted with throughout the day.

“Dazai!” Letting out a strangled moan and biting your lip in pure bliss as you came around the vibrator that's been in your cunt all day. Dazai stops rubbing your clit and turns off the vibrator. Your chest is heaving, and a thin layer of sweat has formed on your forehead.

“That’s it, and like I said, that was only the beginning."

Fyodor -

Fyodor never looks at you, and if he does, he looks at you like you’re the dirt beneath his boot. Only on rare occasions like this would he ever look at you, however. Fyodor's gaze barely left the monitors that are stationed behind you. He was acting as if you weren’t bouncing yourself on his cock, his seemingly bored expression never changing, but he wasn't bored. No, not at all. Ignoring you was his way of encouraging you to try harder at getting his attention. You want Fyodor to look at you? To praise you? To grant you a mind-blowing orgasm? You’re going to have to try harder than that, and Fyodor is a patient man with an impressive amount of self-control, which you hate.

You’re struggling, to say the least. Your breathless moans fill the silence of the room as you continue to fuck yourself with Fyodor’s cock, rocking your hips as much as you can before bouncing up and down again, but it just wasn’t the same. Your head falls onto his shoulder as your hands grip his arms, trying to chase your orgasm. You momentarily stop just to catch your breath to go again; doing this yourself was agonisingly painful. You just want Fyodor to take control of you right now so that you don't have to do it alone.

Fyodor knows you're struggling, and he finally looks at you. His gaze is one of amusement and pity at how pathetic you look, trying and failing at chasing your own orgasm like the slut you are without his help.

“Look at you, Myshka—you can’t even do something so simple by yourself.” He smirks as he strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. His hands trail down to your hips as he holds you in place before thrusting into you. You throw your head back and cry out as he thrusts himself deeper into you, your nails digging into his shoulders that are definitely going to leave marks. “You truly are pathetic, aren't you?” Fyodor will never praise you, no matter what you do. You know that now.

“Oh God! Fyodor!” You moan loudly and throw your head back as he continues to thrust into you, now fully in control of the pace, only half listening to the degrading things he’s saying to you as if they aren't true.

“That’s right, Myshka, I’m your god.” He holds your chin so that you’re looking at him. He wants to watch you completely fall apart on his cock. Fyodor continued to control your movements; they were fast-paced, leaving you barely a chance to catch your breath. “Eyes on me.” His tone is commanding yet almost condescending, as if you can’t even do that on your own.

“M’gonna cum. Fuck!” You scream as pleasure washes over you as your walls squeeze his cock.

“That’s right, let everyone hear just how good your ‘god’ makes you feel.” He whispers in your ear as you chase your high. Your nails dig deeper into his shoulder, breaking the skin and leaving crescent moon shapes at this point as you finally cum.

Your head rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath coming down from your high. You feel his hand grip your chin gently, making you look at him. Fyodor still has that look on his face—that you’re pathetic and worthless.

“There, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" He smirked down at you, his head tilted, then let go of your chin before looking back at the monitors again. You don't move; he didn’t ask, nor did he move you himself. So you sit there with his cock still embedded inside of you and your head back on his shoulder as you relax. He looked at you. The only time he will ever look at you, even for a few short minutes, is when his cock is buried in your cunt with nothing but degrading words spilling from his mouth. A few minutes later, you stay still, now fully calmed down. You feel his hand on your hair, and you expect him to grab a fist full for him to drag you off of him and toss you to the side like you meant nothing, but instead he strokes your head gently. “You did well, Myshka.”

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zairene · 6 months

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AS A BOYFRIEND osamu dazai

* ˚ ✦ synopsis: how osamu dazai would be as a significant other.

* ˚ ✦ genre: headcanons !

* ˚ ✦ warnings: not spoiler free + mentions character death in anime + mentions of suicide.

* ˚ ✦ author’s note: my first BSD post !! enjoy the new content! <333 ( also, i did try to take a more canon approach to this just so i could practice characterization ! feel free to critique anything or give some feedback in general ! )

the famous osamu dazai. a young man who’s enemies shouldn’t be exactly proud that they are his enemies. a man who has too many tricks up his sleeves, and always seems to manage to get himself out of the stickiest of situations. a man with convoluted emotions that no one could ever quite understand, except for his closest late friend sakunosuke oda.

but even in the darkest of moments, dazai still has a lighthearted side to him despite the enigmatic façade he keeps all the time. due to his past, i could find it very difficult for him to fully commit to anyone exclusively.

not saying he would sleep around a lot or have a significant amount of women on his roster, but due to his job and the way he views humanity and what it means to be alive. dazai finds little to no joy in living—so why would he even try a romantic relationship?

so, in these terms, you were not an exception.

at first, he viewed you as this beautiful girl he could finally do a double suicide with. after being the third woman to join the armed detective agency, he never really attempted to hide himself from you. so you saw all of his unwillingness to live very quickly and admittedly it made you a lot less attracted to him.

yes, he may have had the looks but his personality was an entire red flag for you. he never liked talking about himself or his past. he doesn’t open up. he’s serious, but not in the way you would want him to be with you. he’s serious about his job, he’s serious about the armed detective agency, and he’s serious about the relationships he has with the people around him.

but he was never serious about himself.

he knew this and never noticed how many people cared about him. but that’s not his fault, especially since being in the port mafia has extremely distorted his morality.

and over time, you learned to accept this side of him. you learned that you could never truly understand the mind of osamu dazai unless he decides to have that conversation with you.

after a plethora of missions alongside dazai, you did notice your growing feelings for him. the charming and overly dramatic side of him paralleled with an excessive amount of wisdom that grew on you. dazai knew his way with his words, and did he maybe try to woo you here and there? of course.

dazai was no fool, he knew about your feelings for him. he found himself also feeling the same but wasn’t sure how to express them. this feeling was somewhat unfamiliar. he knew how it felt to have feelings for someone but to also want to have a romantic relationship with them? he was stuck.

he was scared. he didn’t want to get you, someone he cared about, to get wrapped up in his business. for his enemies to become yours, and for you to fall victim to their wrath. causing dazai to lose someone else that gave him a reason to keep living.

so a lot of your interactions, before getting together, consisted of you blatantly flirting with each other during work or just in general.

but when you both finally decided to give things a shot, boy did that change things for both of you and the agency in general.

you both were a secret at first. it was obvious you both had something going on but no one had gotten a confirmation so no one assumed. this was all stopped when atsushi, of all people, walked into the office hallway at the wrong time.

there were you and dazai, having the most heated makeout session ever. atsushi was for one, a little traumatized, he’s never seen dazai in this way nor did he ever predict he would. he stood in silence while the both of you were frantically trying to fix yourself as if he didn’t stumble upon the whole scene. atsushi was at a loss for words. “i’m-i’m… just gon—gonna…” he bolted out of the office after he just came to the conclusion he was not gonna be able to talk to you after seeing that.

safe to say that he looked neither of you in the eye for about a week. but best believe he did blurt it out randomly on a quiet day in the office, and that’s how news spread. y/n and dazai are officially dating!

now, onto the actual relationship and not the buildup.

fresh into it, things didn’t change. besides the fact you both had exchanged numbers by then and you could see him outside of work and at your home as well. you both still had the same dumb arguments as you had before but with a heavy amount of tension this time.

once you both get comfortable, PDA is your fucking thing. sitting on his lap while he worked or him always having his arm wrapped around your shoulder or waist. you could say he was doing all of this just to spite kunikida! he was.

dazai is romantic when he puts the effort in. some of your dates are followed with a nice candlelit dinner in an extremely fancy restaurant, or just you or him going to one another’s place just to feel each other’s presence.

there was versatility, and you liked that.

you began to see more of a vulnerable side of dazai as time went on. he started to share more of his life piece by piece to you. you were patient with him, and he appreciated that. he never goes into explicit detail about every little thing about himself, but you can tell he’s trying to change for you as his love for you blossoms into something he never thought could be possible for him.

you both still have your disagreements here and there, and arguments with him are extremely painful. they aren’t rare but they aren’t common either. most of the time it is just petty arguments, just a few minutes of bickering, and dazai is already attached to your hip smothering you with kisses just to show how sorry he is.

painful arguments consist of the both of you not talking for days on end. having to see each other at work made it even more difficult, and when you both weren’t talking, yosano is always coming up to you because it is obvious something is wrong between you too. you reassure her things will be fine and you still love him all the same.

making up with dazai is surprisingly easy. the no communication stage isn’t, but once you both have had time to calm down and think about the situation, he is more than capable of having a mature conversation with you and mending things.

osamu dazai is not the perfect boyfriend, but he isn’t a bad one either. he is someone who would come with a lot of baggage and patience—learning that he’s not someone who easily communicates his feelings and would rather keep up the mysterious act to the grave. nonetheless, dazai is trying. he’s attempting to change and seems a lot healthier these days ever since he’s been with you. things are positive overall, but this also includes your cooperation and being able to handle him as a person and not just as a boyfriend.

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manias-wordcount · 3 months

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Hi!

I'd like to request something with Mori Ougai (bsd) being head over heals for someone in the port mafia (who has the same status as Chuuya, but I can't remember what it's called, sorry...). Preferably ending with smut.

I couldn't find of you were open for requests or not, so sorry if this comes at the wrong time, and also okey if you decide to not Wright this, thank you either way

Doctor Knows Best (Mori Ougai x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼. 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁-𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝘂𝗻. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁! 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

If you’re being honest, you’re more surprised that he hasn’t pulled you from your position yet.

It’s been a while since you’ve had a real command from him. One that really required your status as an executive of the Port Mafia, anyway. If it wasn’t dealing with paperwork or handling intelligence or giving orders from the safety of a nice cushy, building, it was just simply lying around. Waiting for something to do. Waiting for a reason to be here. Of course, you know you still have use here. Your status as a senior member and your special ability is what got you to rise in the ranks so quickly when you were much younger. But you’re not getting any younger like this. You’re not being very helpful like this. As helpful as you know you could be, at least. However…

“Breathe in for me, my lovely.”

You’re positive Mori is too into the idea of you being helpful right now. At least, not after the incident.

That’s really the only plausible explanation for your situation right now. That’s the only way you can explain how you ended up in his old doctor’s office in the Port Mafia’s base in just a nightgown after he heard you coughing over breakfast in your room. He even made sure to give you a personal escort and everything. That is to say, he took you by the hand and fussed over you every second of the way - even in front of your subordinates.

Now, if it were up to you, you would have chosen to be anywhere beside his examination table with all the top bottoms of your dress undone and the fabric settling dangerously around your shoulders as he goes through his usual routine of diagnostics. You would have chosen to be absolutely anywhere- except this close to him. And at the moment? You’re more than exasperated enough to make it known to him.

“Mori, I’m fine!” You insist with a frustrated huff. However, you do end up giving in very quickly and giving him a deep breath in and out as he presses the cool metal of the stethoscope against your skin. You keep your eyes adverted, not at all willing to give into his overly concerned self. But your compliance ends up putting a small smile on his face that you’re able to spot just out of the corner of your eye- something that warms your cheeks and flusters you greatly. Still, you’re not willing to go down without a fight. Even if the man you’re duking it out against just so happens to be your very, very smug boss. “The other doctor said I’d be good to get back in the field three weeks ago! You can’t keep doing this.”

At your protest, Mori just lets out an absent hum. Almost as if he doesn’t have a care in the world as to what you have to say or think or do. But you know deep down inside that’s a line. After all, he wouldn’t be showing this much concern over your health after the explosion you were in a couple months ago if he didn’t care about you. He wouldn’t be ditching the fancy black suit in favor of a measly little doctor’s coat and old purple button-up if you were someone else. Because you know he hasn’t done it to anyone- not even the other executives.

And that’s what makes you so upset. That’s what makes you so frustrated. That’s what makes things so unfair.

“A second opinion is common practice in the medical field, my dear.” He responds to you easily as a look of concentration passes over his face while he takes your readings. And it just makes you want to scream with just how quickly he’s able to brush you off. Though it looks like the anger had crept onto your face a little more than you were anticipating. Because all too soon, he’s taking the hand he put on your shoulder to keep you still and cupping at your chin to turn your head to meet his red eyes directly, a tight smile on his face. “And it’s Dr. Ougai, sweetheart. Remember who you’re talking to.”

You swallow a little nervously at his gaze, but in reality, you know you have nothing to fear. He’s been tough on you before. He’s been tough on you and your fellow executives plenty of times before. Yet one measly explosion and a moderate concussion later, you’re just now allowed to have unsupervised time in front of a computer. And that thought now only serves to annoy you further. Way, way, way further.

“I know exactly who I’m talking to.” You bite out, half a snarl curling at your lips. Mori only raises an eyebrow at you- expression amused and a little too playful for your liking. But you don’t give him the time of day to suck the joy out of your rebellion. You’ve just about had it with his coddling. You’ve just about had it with his constant nagging and the way he looks at you. Like you need to be protected. Like walking out of that explosion wasn’t a possibility that came with your job. Like you couldn’t handle the lifestyle you’ve signed up for yourself. You’ve just about had it. “I’m talking to my boss. The one who refuses to give me orders and let me do my job. The one who keeps calling me weak by never telling me what to-”

And unfortunately right now…

“You want orders?”

…he’s listening loud and clear.

For the first time in a while, Mori addresses you with a sharp tone. One that reminds you of what it means to be in the Mafia. To be skating on thin ice. But it’s what you wanted. That’s what you asked for. So that’s what you get. You made your bed. It’s only right that you’d sleep in it too.

“Yes.” You answer quietly, keeping your voice nice and even to avoid showing any emotion.

“Yes, what?” He shoots back almost immediately. The amused expression that was once on his face is gone- replaced by lips set in a straight line and half-lidded eyes that present all the seriousness that you would expect from a mafioso. And maybe it’s because you’ve been out of the game for a while than you’d like to be. Maybe it’s because of all this coddling and hand-holding that he’s been doing with you. Maybe it’s all that and a combination of more that made you feel so soft. So weak. Whatever it is, you have no doubt that it’s the very thing that caused you to let out another nervous swallow despite your best efforts to hide it. One that he notices easily. One that he addresses just as easily too. “Say it.”

“Yessir.” You tell him, nearly slurring over your words in order to get them out in time. Back straight and tall. Eyes forward. Body stiff. Like a good soldier should. Like a good soldier should. But that’s the thing. That’s the thing about him that you didn’t get. It’s the fact that he didn’t want a soldier.

“Good girl.”

He just wanted you.

You were slow to understand that until the final second. But the second you heard the purr of his compliment, you can’t help but feel it. You couldn’t help but feel like you had melted. Softened up a little bit. In a way that you’d like. In a way that Mori appreciated.

And of course, as seconds passed by, things became more and more clear to you. After all, you think there’s very little that needs to be explained when your doctor and your boss all but tear the stethoscope from his ears and toss it elsewhere in favor of surging forward and wrapping his arms around you. And you know there’s even less to be explained when those warning arms start creeping up the back of your nightgown and settling a little dangerously on your hip. And even less than that his deep, velvety voice is no longer spouting compliments. Instead- they’re pressing themselves against your neck and your collarbone and your shoulders and the valley between your breasts as he makes quick work of tugging down your already scandalously low-hanging dress even lower. In between the kisses he presses to your lips, of course.

And by the time your mind catches up with your body, you swear everything about you is overheating. The mere sensation of rough fingertips brushing over your bare skin- taking extra care to trace your new scars and your faded wounds- it’s enough to send you whining. And the mere sensation of his lips against your body- the little nibbles and the softness of his lips spreading here and there- it’s enough to send you squirming. Breaking you down and building you back into his image. Almost as if every time insisted you see a doctor or you take a break or you hold off going back to work was all in preparation for this one moment.

“You want orders, princess?” He asks you finally, and you are not sure you have enough fire in your belly left to answer like the mafioso you’re supposed to be. Not that he cares. Not that he wanted that anyway. Because he wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of making you soft and pliable and desperate for his approval and his commands if that’s what he wanted for you, now would he. “You want to be my good girl?”

As if that switch that was flipped on inside of you is now up and at full force, you start nodding your head like a mad woman. Like this was what you made for me. For following his orders. For following his lead. Whether it’s killing in his name. Whether it’s moaning his name. As long as he tells you to do it. As long as he commands you to do it. Then’s enough for you. In fact, it’s more than enough for you.

“Then lay back and open your legs for me, darling.”

After all…

“You can do that for your Doctor, right sweetheart?”

…Dr. Ougai knows best.

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diagonal-queen · 6 months

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hello can i request dazai, kunikida, and fyodor with an insomniac s/o who's really tired after a busy day but can't seem to fall asleep no matter what and gets frustrated bc of it

"Can't sleep?"

♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu, Doppo Kunikida, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do they help their S/O with insomnia get to sleep?

♡ cw: Reader is an insomniac (I genuinely don't know how that would manifest itself as a trigger but hey! I'm just one person in a sheltered world. Stay safe everyone <3), probably super inaccurate because I myself am not an insomniac and don't really know everything about it, Dazai horny, mentions of taking medication, mentions of alcohol, swearing

note: I feel like garbage cus my writing takes forever and I feel like I'm letting y'all down for taking so long with reqs, but I don't know what to do to fix itttttttt. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Dazai:

Well reader. You're lucky you cuffed yourself a night owl

He'll help you calm down from your frustration and tell you that it's fully normal. Everyone has trouble falling asleep, and you just haven't figured out an effective routine yet. He doesn't really know what he's talking about but if it makes you feel better then meh

His first suggestion would probably be sex, to tire you out. Even better if you go for multiple rounds just to be sure~

Yeah right Dazai, like anyone's gonna wanna fuck every single work night (besides him lmao). Safe to say, the idea is thrown out pretty quickly

He'll throw some similar ideas around (not necessarily sexual but certainly 'if they're tired out then they'll fall asleep faster') but those are all just temporary solutions, so he gives up quickly. What else did you expect from him?

He might also suggest drinking yourself to sleep since alcohol is a depressant and makes you tired. You have to remind him that excessive drinking is actually not good for you and should NOT be used as a substitute for sleep meds

He reckons that it's best for you two to let sleep overtake you naturally, and so you may as well just stay up for now.

From then on Dazai treats every single night like a sleepover. He'll wanna watch movies, eat snacks, and talk all night even if it's a work night and you absolutely shouldn't do that

If you want, he's happy to do something more chill like cuddling while sharing a pair of earphones playing mellow music

Whatever it is that the pair of you decide to do, he'll likely find that it helps him just as much, maybe even more, than it helps you. And he's grateful for that

Kunikida:

I feel like Kunikida also has at least mild insomnia, so he knows just how you feel and is right there to help you out

He's got it all ready. Fans/blankets to balance out the room's temperature, a warm drink (milk, tea, whatever you prefer), basically all the stuff Google would suggest

He would do all of that stuff alongside you even if he's already tired enough to fall asleep on his own because he understands the struggle. He doesn't give up until you're asleep and honestly get you a man who would also do that

He also discourages you from things like caffeine before bed or napping during the day to help you get more sleep at night

He'd make a whole new bedtime routine for the two of you and adjust it based on what works, it'd be like a whole thing that he takes super seriously

He'd suggest reading before bed and recommend/lend you books that he likes, and also read to you if you really pleaded for it. He really enjoys reading and he would be thrilled if the pair of you had a little thing you did together <3

If they don't give any side effects/react poorly with any meds you may already take then he would also give you some of his sleeping pills (because let's be real he's fully stocked with them. this man)

Kunikida would let you cuddle him in your sleep whether or not he likes it or it makes him sweat, because let's face it you need the sleep and he needs the physical touch. It's basically a win-win

He gives you permission to wake him up if you can't sleep and need his help, or if you want company in your waking time.

He honestly does whatever it takes to help you because he cares so much about you. Perfect man fr

Fyodor:

Bold of you to assume that Fyodor sleeps. Like ever. He's too busy being evil or something

When he learns that you're an insomniac he's fully willing to let you stay up late with him while he's working if you're in need of company. He doesn't care whether you're just on your phone or reading a book or whatever

If you ask him he'll also let you sit in his lap and cuddle him (as long as you don't bother him- if you do he's sending you right to bed)

Fyodor knows that calming music is a good way to help people sleep, so if you're down he'd be willing to play something mellow and soft on his cello for you

He probably wouldn't admit it but he kinda likes that you find it hard to get to sleep since it gives him an excuse to spend more time with you

But if you really do wanna get to bed then he'll have some tea made for you and he'll read to you. His voice is very relaxing and nice to fall asleep to and he kinda knows it (he's smug about it too because he's a bastard)

If you find that you actually sleep better in his presence then he's more than happy to move a couch into his office and let you sleep there.

He's also happy to forfeit (SOME) work so he can come to bed earlier and help you sleep. And he's also happy to cuddle you because you're warm

Fyodor will basically just help you get to sleep with methods that he uses to get himself to sleep because it's the only way he knows how. Even if it doesn't work please give him credit for trying because he really is trying super hard T-T

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pompompurin1028 · 7 months

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His Smiles

Summary: You observe Dazai's smiles

Feat: Dazai, Reader

Genre: Character study(-ish) Drabble

Warnings: None

A/N: It's been a long time since I've written something, here's just something I wrote up really quickly while trying not to judge my own writing too hard but here's Dazai because I miss him :(

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More often than not, you spot Dazai with a smile on his lips.

A close-mouth smile was his favourite one, you supposed, after having watched him from your desk at the Armed Detective Agency for days on end. In a way, you would describe it as cute, especially that one time you saw him pressing a piece of paper to his lips with a grin on his face, with a little glint in his eyes.

Or perhaps, they were merely his most common smile that he put on his lips. Because though you call them a smile, you could never quite tell how he was really feeling underneath the expression.

As you continued your observation of the enigma that is Dazai, you noticed his smiles seems almost mechanical, unnatural in a way that was ineffable to you, or perhaps even calculated. Though every day you found a similar expression on his face: his eyes were closed and his lips lifted slightly upwards into a grin after a round of teasing his other coworkers such as Kunikida or Atsushi, it seemed that he had something hidden beneath his smiles. Because you could swear… there was, sometimes, an unnerving consistency to his expressions.

And once, when his eyes pierced yours across the room, you could almost swear, just by the tension in the air, that he knew about your observations. Though the sharpness in his eyes melted into a usual grin, and his behaviours returned to that of a dramatic clown, the image of his piercing gaze remained fresh on your mind.

Perhaps due to such, after that day, your later observations of his smiles only grew to unnerve you. Especially as the Agency had been involved in more missions than it ever had in recent years, and you saw first hand the grins he gave to his enemies.

His expressions were more calculated as before, you found. And you could feel the added sharpness you sensed before in his gaze, in his grins, and just with that, you thought, it was like he was cutting his enemies with a knife before the fight even started. For some time, while looking at him in these conditions, you had it set in your mind that this was the true nature of Dazai Osamu.

And yet…

Though rarely do these days come across, but there were times when his smile revealed to you a vastly different nature of this man you thought you knew.

Because there was one time you caught him alone, looking at the fallen petals of the cherry blossoms in the spring that showered down on him from a gust of wind. His bandaged arm upstretched towards the sky, as if wanting to catch one of the petals in his hand. Among the bright coloured flowers and leaves, and the bright blue sky above, lacking his typical dramatic demanour and smile, to you, he appeared almost grey among all the colours surrounding him despite being embraced by his sand-coloured coat. Though not a single petal landed in his outstretched hand, a smile revealed itself on his face.

His gaze was dull, no longer piercing with the harshness you once naively thought he could never achieve, nor glistening with momentary mirth. In contrast, you could vaguely see a few creases under his eyes, which you thought made his expression much more gentle, much more… human. His lips are turned upwards into a closed-mouth smile, one that you have seen many times from him. But this smile does not seem forced, nor does it feel unnatural like some of his smiles you have observed. Despite the melancholy you could feel in his eyes, he smiled at the bittersweet scene before him, for some reason, the smile felt kind.

Having viewed this scene that you knew you should not have witnessed, you felt your chest flood with warmth. This was the smile you had been seeking, the smile that allowed you to witness Dazai Osamu.

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chuuyaswifeandhoe · 1 month

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You shouldn't trust your shadow

Pairing: Chuuya x femreader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mention of death

Not proof read

Third part of the series: I Not today; II If only

“NO!!!”

“Yes”.

Both voices spoke at the same time. You sighed but didn't say anything else, waiting for Mori to decide what was going to happen next. Chuuya on the other hand was fuming. He didn't want to have a conjoined mission with you. No, actually scratch that, he didn't want to have you here, in this room, in this life. Well, you certainly did not expect him to be excited about the change of events, but your plan was working. Mori putting you two together was just the cherry on top and made you almost happy. Obviously, you weren't going to disobey an order from your direct boss.

You came home from the mission two days ago, had two days off and you were called in an urgent meeting. Opening the door of Mori's office your eyes met the back of your ex-lover. For a few seconds, a wave of emotions hit you, questioning if it was a good idea to be there, eyes widening. But you put your icy mask back on “You called, Boss?”.

Chuuya was annoyed at the fact that Mori wanted him to be paired with a new recruit. It didn't matter how good she was and what an outstanding evolution this girl had. He couldn't find any information about you, it was like you vanished, so his mind was worrying just about this problem. Dazai only knew that you visited the apartment you both lived in at every six-month mark of the break up then disappeared without a trace. But he didn't expect to hear your voice here. No, it couldn't be, it was just a coincidence, it was just a similar one. His heart clenched in his chest and suddenly it was hard to breathe. He slowly glanced over his shoulder to see the person who spoke, praying all existing Gods that his mind played a trick on him and just mistook your voice. And then he saw you. For the first time in a long time, he saw his beloved and his heart shattered all over again like the day he had to break up with you. Big blue eyes scanned over your features, taking in the scars over your legs, the deathly stare you were carrying, the emotionless voice. Even though he was sure Y/N was in front of him, it was like he did not recognize you. Where was the light in your eyes, your kind smile, and just that warmth you had in yourself?

“Shadow, you'll be paired with executive Nakahara for the following missions. Do you have any complaints?’’

‘’ No, boss.’’ your voice was empty, with no emotions, no cracking, you almost surprised yourself.

‘’Wait a minute boss, this…’’ It was the first time the executive’s voice cracked and he lost his composure. He did not want to do this. Have a mission with you? No, this must be a nightmare, you couldn’t be in the mafia, your place was not there!

‘’Yes, Chuuya-kun? Do you have any concerns?’’

‘’You said she was a new joiner boss, I don’t want to babysit during the missions. I don’t think she’s trained enough to have missions with me or any other executive for that matter.’’

‘’Oh, is that so? I must admit, she is indeed a new joiner compared to any other assets of the mafia, but you have near you one of our finest assassins Chuuya-kun’’.

You saw how his eyes widened in shock, a smile almost appearing on your lips. You hoped it hurt him to his core. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

‘’Chuuya-kun, I see that you still have some doubts about it. Why don’t you see how the next mission goes, then, if you are not satisfied with Shadow’s abilities, I’ll not pressure you two to work together.’’

Chuuya groaned in exasperation but then just accepted his fate. There was no point in arguing with Mori and maybe making the situation even worse than it already is.

‘‘Fine, Boss.’’

‘’You’ll receive the file for your next mission later this day. Don’t disappoint me’’.

You just bowed your head and turned on your heels, getting out of the office. You heard Chuuya’s steps right behind you, but you were set on getting away from him as soon as possible. He followed you for a while, not wanting to approach you so close to Mori’s office, so when he pulled you back by the left shoulder, your reflexes kicked in and your right hand reached for the dagger you were keeping inside your coat and put it next to his throat, now fully facing him. His eyes were big, he did not expect such a reaction, for sure.

‘’WHAT THE HELL Y/N!!?’’

You squinted your eyes at him and pushed the blade into his skin.

‘’My name is Shadow and you’ll address me as such. Y/N is dead.’’ You saw his expression change from angry to surprised, then sorrowful. He was conflicted, you could see the hurt in his eyes, how the joy of finding you was transforming into regret, in sadness. Ah, you had him exactly where you wanted. But it was not enough. You would destroy him the way he did to you. Break every fiber of his being, until life is no longer an option.

‘’ I’m sorry…’’ These were the only words that left his lips. His voice cracked like he wanted to tell you so many things but he couldn’t. You just looked at him with a blank expression, making him so desperate for answers. He breath deeply and continued ‘’Why… why the mafia?’’

‘’An eye for an eye, a broken soul to break another. Your actions have consequences Nakahara-san. That’s why.’’ you kept your voice cold, trying so hard to mask the anger and the way you just wanted to scream at him for what he did. For how he humiliated you, how he broke you.

‘’I’m sorry, I was a fool. That’s not what I wanted, I just wanted you to move on. I did not know if I would come alive from that mission and you being associated with me would’ve just made you a target.’’ The only thing you were hearing were cheap excuses.

‘’Next time you try to touch me without my consent Nakahara-san, the dagger will not stop just to bruise your neck, understood?’’ You slowly retracted your arm and placed the dagger back in his spot. You did not have anything else to tell him. You already made a choice and his apologies will not change your mind. ‘’We’re colleagues from now on, I’ll do my part of the job, you do yours, executive Nakahara. Don’t get in my business and I’ll not get into yours. And don’t get in my way, I have no mercy towards anyone for that matter. I'm not and will not be in the light anymore. I chose for myself to step in the dark, to understand your motives, but the only thing I got is that you were a coward. People are not born with the fear of the dark but they learn to fear it. Don't trust the night, don't trust the dark, and mostly, you shouldn’t trust your shadow Nakahara-san’’

‘’So you expect me to just get used to this? To you being one of the most skilled assassins? And how the hell did that even happen? You are not able to kill!’’ Chuuya’s voice was getting louder, he wanted answers. No, he wanted redemption for both him and you. You were not a cold killer in his eyes. You were his ray of sunshine, everyone's ray of sunshine. You had bo place roaming in the shadows. He wanted to delete your smug smirk when you were saying your new name. You did not belong in the dark, lurking in the shadows of evil.

‘’ Everyone can kill with the right motivation, Chu.’’ You saw his expression change again at the use of his old nickname. But being in the same phrase as the word kill made his stomach revolve. ‘’ I expect you not to trust me or my words and I expect you to act professional. Whatever assumption you have about me is based on an old version of myself who was killed one year and a half ago in our apartment.‘’

‘’Y/N you can’t be serious. I can’t, this is madness. You’re not… you were not capable of murder. You were supposed to stay away from this blood-coded life’’ He was in denial and he was bargaining for his sanity. ‘’You should be happy and involved in whatever activity but not in the Mafia.’’

You stayed silent for some seconds. Then, before turning around and walking away from him you left him one last message.

‘’You should learn to fear your Shadow, Nakahara-san’’

Chuuya remained petrified on the spot. How could all this happen? He pondered your last words and it only made it worse. Your message was loud and clear, going on repeat in his head, like the last thought before an imminent death: ‘’You should learn to fear me’’.

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evermorethecrow · 3 months

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Its so easy

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misslaevna · 1 year

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hey!! if it's not too much, do you think you could write chuuya x reader who's struggling with a bad home life? I've had a rough couple weeks with arguments from my mom and it would cheer me up a little, no pressure !! thank you :)

𝓐 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

I hope your situation with your mom gets better soon, stay strong!

paring: Chuuya x reader genre: fluff cw: mentions of abuse summary: Your special night with Chuuya gets interrupted - however, it ends so much better than you expected. requesting and masterlist

‘God damn it.’ you sighed when you heard your phone ringing for the 5th time in a row already.

‘Just answer it’, shrugged Chuuya, ‘it’s alright.’

You slightly shook your head, ‘No way. I know exactly who’s calling and I wanna ignore it as long as I can.’ you muttered while you once again pressed ‘decline’, without even taking a look at your phone’s screen. ‘So, where were we?’

Chuuya smirked, pulling you closer by your waist while you snuggled closer to him in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

‘Mhm, somewhere here seems just right.’ he murmured as both of you closed your eyes, leaving reality outside and focusing only on one another.

Chuuya’s soft lips finally met with yours, he was gently, yet firmly taking the lead, letting you completely melt in his arms. Your fingers caressed his neck; you knew how much he loves when you do anything to his - very sensitive - neck.

The small shiver that you sent down on Chuuya’s spine resulted in him gently biting your bottom lip, encouraging you to open your mouth a little more. Chuuya deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth, deepening the already passionate makeout session you two had going on.

Meanwhile his tongue was busy exploring every inch of your mouth, Chuuya’s hand was slowly but steadily sliding slightly down from your waist, ready to pull you even closer on him…

… and just like that, your phone started ringing again.

You angrily growled, breaking the kiss and suddenly getting up from Chuuya’s lap to get your phone and put an end to this.

Instead of answering, you once again declined, but you didn’t leave it at that: your fingers hastily jumped on the screen as you typed away all your pent up frustration.

Chuuya was examining you in perplexity: the man was sure that something was up, what he wasn’t sure about if he should ask - and how he should ask. He was surprised (and more than a little disappointed that your makeout session got interrupted) to see you so infuriated, especially over phone calls that you didn’t even answer. He didn’t want to see you upset at all, he wanted to see your eyes sparkle and your beautiful smile on your face, but instead now you were angrily sitting beside him, hunching over your phone and wrinkling your forehead over your phone screen.

When you finally stopped typing and threw the phone on the pillow next to you, only then Chuuya dared to ask what’s happened.

‘Care to tell me who you probably sent the angriest text on Earth ever?’

You sighed; a slight lump formed in your throat, as it always does when you venture into uncomfortable, yet unavoidable topics.

‘My mother.’ you shrugged. ‘There’s a reason why I don’t talk much about her.’

‘I figured.’ said Chuuya, sliding closer to you and putting his arm around you. You leaned onto his shoulder, making yourself comfortable. ‘She that bad?’

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second - letting an alien feeling soak you in. For some reason, you expected yourself to be at a loss for words, that the lump in your throat will eventually prevent you from talking; but in that moment, your head on Chuuya’s shoulder, his hand supportively caressing your back and his soothing scent in your nose made the words flow so much easier.

‘She’s abusive.’ - that’s all you planned to say. That she’s a monster and makes your life miserable, and that’s it. You weren’t planning on saying a lot, or to even talk about her in general today - but life clearly had other plans.

‘She’s a mother that no daughter deserves.’ you started in a melancholic tone. ‘The damage she inflicted upon me can never be fully repaired and to this day I can feel the aftermath of her destruction within my soul. I feel her creeping up on me sometimes when I look in the mirror, sometimes when a certain scent hits me on the street, at times when I try to…’ you sighed, ‘to open up about stuff. She poisoned me.’

Chuuya’s heart sank listening to you talk about the relationship you had with your mother. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, caressing your cheek.

‘... and the reason you so eagerly joined the Mafia.’

You softly nodded. ‘You catch on fast. I need the money to get away from her and cut all ties as soon as possible.’

Chuuya softly chuckled, pressing another kiss on your head.

‘What?’, you asked, raising your head to look into his ocean blue eyes.

‘Nothing. You wanting to get away from her just makes tonight even more perfect.’

You raised your eyebrows, ‘Is that so?’

You knew you were already in for a surprise when you came over in the first place: after all, it was the anniversary of your first date. Earlier that morning, Chuuya already texted you that he has something planned and if you can come over to his place - you were expecting a little, cozy date night, wine, flowers, atmospheric music, maybe dinner you two cook together, but you were starting to suspect that there might be something else. You have received many gifts from Chuuya before, but you know that he knows very well your love language is time spent together - did he decide to buy something for you again?

��Well,’he said, hesitating. ‘Ah, screw it. Okay, gimme a sec’, he said before he hastily got up from the couch and hurried into the bedroom, leaving you alone wondering what he could possibly be up for?

When Chuuya disappeared to the bedroom, you heard a drawer open and he rummaging through it - what could he be looking for?

Not like you had a lot of time to wonder, though - after 30 seconds or so, he was once again back in the living room, holding a little gift box in his hand. He sat back next to you, taking your hand into his free one.

For a second, he fixated his eyes on the small box, then he looked into your eyes. ‘Baby, on this day a year ago, you made me feel like the luckiest man in the whole world when you gave me the chance to take you out. With my whole heart, y/n, I love you and I will always love you until the end. You’re so fucking special to me I can’t even begin to describe it, but one thing I know for sure - I want you in my life, and I want you here. Constantly.’

Tears started to fill your eyes when Chuuya handed you the little box. ‘Open it.’

You carefully took off the silky ribbon and lifted the top up, and when you saw the key inside, your eyes widened.

‘Will you move in with me here baby?’ Chuuya asked nervously.

A huge smile appeared on your face as you wiped a tear away from your eye. You carefully placed the key beside you before you jumped Chuuya, who, from the impact, was now laying on his back instead of sitting - with you on top of him.

‘Yes.’, you said, pressing a kiss onto his lips. ‘Yes. A hundred times yes.’ you muttered each word in between a kiss that you pressed either on his lips or on his cheek - wherever you could, you kissed Chuuya, who wrapped his hands around your back and pulled you into a warm, tight hug.

‘I’m happy to hear. This house is only a home with you in it.’ He whispered, snuggling into your shoulder.

‘You are my home, y/n.’ he whispered.

‘And you are mine, Chuuya. I love you so much.’ you whispered back, laying your head onto his chest.

You both let a certain comfortable silence fall between you two, only focusing on each other’s calming presence - Chuuya’s steady heartbeat and calm breathing, his hands softly caressing you.

That night, your phone wasn’t ringing anymore. You were finally home - and you felt more home than ever.

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staar5384 · 1 year

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Dancing in the Rain-

An Osamu Dazai short fic

The day was pretty gloomy. Tiny raindrops dripped from the sky, collecting in murky puddles on the ground of the dirty street. The agency believed it was a nice day to stay inside, they had no jobs and they hadn’t spent much time together in a while. Atsushi was the one who suggested a little party, to celebrate all the good they had done.

While everyone was busy mingling and partying, you were sitting alone, staring at a book you had just recently bought. It’s not that you weren’t friends with everyone, in fact the others loved you, but you were more content with sitting quietly and enjoying the sounds of your friends having fun. Their laughter brought you joy, something that you could not verbally express, something you would never be able to verbally express.

You glanced around the room, watching as Atsushi was attempting to show Kyoka to dance, with Ranpo of course trying to one up him. He always needed to be better.

Kunikida and Akiko were in the corner talking, though what they were discussing was a mystery to you. Next to them was Kenji who was passed out on the floor after stuffing his face with everything he could fit.

Then there was Juun’ichirou and Naomi being… well whatever the hell they were. She was all over him as per usual and he was trying every single way to get her to back off. Obviously, it wasn’t working because she had basically glued herself to his hip.

You did another look over the room, then realized someone was missing. Dazai. You stood up, placing the book down on the chair you were sitting in.

Kunikida seemed to take notice of your urgency, looking at you with slight concern. “Are you alright? Did you sense something?” He was referring to your ability, which granted you heightened senses.

You shook your head, pointing at every member in the room. He looked confused, unsure of what you were trying to tell him. You huffed, reaching for your notebook and writing down on the paper.

Dazai is missing.

“Oh, yes, it appears that he is,” He said, not seeming to care all that much. “I’m sure he’s off somewhere attempting to kill himself. No need to be worried.”

You glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration.

“What? If you’re really that worried go look for him. I’m sure his dumbass is trapped in a river or barrel,” With that he turned his head back to Akiko, who simply stood there with a hideous grin on her face.

You sighed, walking out the door and skipping down the steps. Dazai was your closest friend. You and him had become incredibly close after he rescued you from the Port Mafia. He helped you control your ability, and gave you a voice when you couldn’t use your own. So, in turn, you vowed to keep that idiot alive, no matter what it took.

Once you made it outside, you regretted not grabbing an umbrella. The rain was pouring much harder than before, instantly soaking your white button up. You quickly made it under the cover of a shop building, looking around to try and find Dazai.

Luckily, he must have been nearby as you picked up on his footsteps, however the sound was faint, thanks to the cacophony of rain flooding your ears. You did your best to follow the sound, tracing it all the way to the river.

Dazai was leaning against the railing, his fluffy brown hair soaked, creating a blanket over his eyes. If he could see right now it would be a damn miracle.

You approached him, tapping his shoulder. He didn’t turn, just smiled a bit. “I had a feeling you’d come looking for me.” You nodded in response, though you doubted he could see it at all.

He spun around, giving you a good look at him. He was drenched, and he didn’t even seem to care. “Are you wondering what I’m doing out here and why I’m not out having fun with the others?” You nodded once more. “Well, I was hoping you and I could have a moment. Alone.”

Your face flushed, which then caused you to glance down at the ground, not wanting to meet his gaze. He chuckled, resting his hand on top of your head. “No need to get all flustered there.” This only made you more flustered. You knew he was doing it on purpose too.

He removes his hand from your head and takes a hold of your chin, carefully tipping your head up to face him. “Come on, look at me,” He smirked a bit, your heart fluttering in response.

He lets go, grabbing your hand. You looked at him, flustered and confused. “I want to dance with you,” He smiled, pulling your body against his. He stared down at you, watching for a reaction. Hesitantly, you looked up at him, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

He begins to sway, his hand making its way to your waist, only pulling you two closer together. Your face was hot, so hot that even the cool raindrops couldn’t get rid of the burning sensation.

Another look at him, and he wasn’t grinning or smirking anymore, he was smiling. “You know, I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” He spun the two of you around. “I’ve wanted to know what it’s like to be this close to you,” He leaned his head down, his lips just barely touching yours. “Do you also want to know how it feels to be this close to me?”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You were frozen in time, your eyes trapped in his. You didn’t know what to do, or how to react. Of course this is what you wanted, you’ve wanted it for so long, but you struggled to respond.

He pulled back, resting his chin on the top of your head, holding you in a tight embrace. “Another time, perhaps,” He hummed softly, closing his eyes.

You laid your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, continuing to sway to the melody of the rain.

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I need some obsessive poe fanfics badly.

#edgar allan poe #poe bsd #bungou stray dogs poe #bsd #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #obsessive poe #ranpoe #ranpo bsd #ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo #it’s a NEED #🎀

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𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄

ᯓ★ starring: dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, atsushi nakajima, chuuya nakahara and ranpo edogawa; what their honeymoon would be like.

warnings: marriage, female reader, wife reader, sexual content for dazai, kunikida and chuuya, mentions of death, bondage, swearing, mentions of vomiting, alcohol intake, mdni, w.c 4.2k

𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 . . .

To honeymoon after one's wedding was not as practiced in Japan as it was the western world — however, Dazai, of course, jumped at any opportunity to slack off from work. A week away from the city with his newly married wife sounded right up the agent's alley.

And when Dazai Osamu was given an inch, he always strove to take a mile.

"Kunikida-kun is going to kill you when we get back, Dazai." You scolded your husband sitting at your side. But when you turned to him, attempting to pin him down with a look, you just couldn't help the sides of your lips curling into a smile. "Like — actually kill you, this time."

Dazai rolled his head, humming a musical sound. "To have my life ended under the cold, bony hands of an Idealist. How could you even speak those words, my love?"

"Only you would find a way to convince the President that a week away in Okinawa would be good for two of his agents. Paid all inclusively, too. What did you call it?" You quirked an eyebrow. "Sand resistance and underwater training?"

The briny sea air teased at his loose shirt and wild, unkempt curls, making him look like a divinity — a mythical creature of the ocean. Both of you sat side by side on the coast's cool sands; sipping from a bottle of sake, watching the sunset bleed the sky into twilight. After spending the day full of adventurous activities; wandering nature trails, stopping for a late-afternoon lunch under the canopy of marine trees, only to take each other by the hand and venture through the Churaumi aquarium's glass blue halls — you both had been content to cuddle up and watch the stars, that evening. Listening to the lull of the sea, talking about everything and nothing at all.

Dazai cocked his head in that funny little way he always did. "Is that not what we're doing?"

"Of course," You agreed, and then leaned over to poke the tip of his nose. His surprised little blink almost had your heart melting into a puddle. "And tomorrow, I expect you up bright and early, because we have an extra strenuous day of whale watching to attend."

Dazai leaned in, as if you were both sharing a secret, and touched his warm forehead against yours. It made your pulse flutter; the shade of his eyes, so complex when he was this close. They softened into something a lot more sultry. "Hmm? Whale watching? I was under the impression our schedule was already taken up tomorrow, though."

"Oh?" You smiled, your breath mingling. "Do divulge me, Osamu."

That was when he went for you. Pouncing with the agility of a leopard, a beast, until he had pulled you against his lean body and you were both rolling around in the sand — shrieking and chuckling.

"I am to accompany my beautiful princess bride on a mission that could mean life or death! World dominion or forever peace! The very nature of things hangs in the balance and I have the key to it, right in my very hands!"

"Osamu—you're—!" You chortled. "Stop! You'll get sand in my ears!"

He brought your rolling bodies to a halt with you laying flush against him. There was mirth dancing in his eyes, his face — looking at you like he was a teenager in love for the very first time. He pouted playfully.

"You don't want to hear my master plan to save the world?"

"You just don't want to go whale watching."

"Hmm~" He purred, and you felt those long fingers begin to trail up your thighs — so sensitive, almost completely bare to him underneath the cotton beach skirt you wore. They drew languid, mind-numbing circles that traced a picture of fire from your thighs, the small back, your thighs again. You found yourself arching back instinctively into them.

Dazai craned his neck up then — just so he could trail his lips against the shell of your ear and whisper, "Because I am much more inclined to hear someone else moan for me all day, instead."

The last of his words were accompanied with his palms coming down on your ass, squeezing possessively — the shock of it lurching you forward a little. You gasped, and he revelled in it. You could see it in the way his tawny eyes darkened into a promising mahogany. Whenever Dazai looked at you like that, it eddied any and all coherent thoughts from your mind. Just like the first time you met him, the second, the millionth, you'd never tire from marvelling in your husband's beauty. Both on his gorgeous face and inside his well-protected soul.

You just had to peel back each and every layer he had learned to build up until you coaxed it out. But you would wait — for him, you would wait a lifetime.

Chuckling a heady sound, you leaned down, ghosting your lips over his parted ones. When he shifted up to try and connect your mouths together — you were mean. You pulled just out of his reach, grinning a wicked, vixen-like smile.

"All day?" You challenged. "But—oh—!"

A yelp tore from your throat when Dazai startled you by surging foreword and rolling until you were beneath him; trapped underneath his long, caging arms. His bangs tickled your face when he pitched forward to arrest you in his intense stare. Holding so much weight, so much promise, that it sent a thousand sparks of pleasure racing from the crown of your head right to the tips of your toes.

"Every day, my beautiful wife."

You didn't think either of you could wait until then.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐀 . . .

After the rather formal affair that was you and Kunikida Doppo's wedding; a honeymoon was far removed from your mind. So you were surprised, when your new husband approached you one morning, two long-distance train tickets held firmly in his grip. The ledgers are already taken care of, he had assured you when protests rose on your tongue, you needn't worry. There is enough staff to cover our absence.

There was something — something fiercely intense in his eyes when he had said those words, too. Of course, your husband Kunikida Doppo was a fierce man by nature; it was one of the many things you had learned to love about him. But then, you had been unable to place the heat in his eyes, the way his body strained towards you — as if holding some monstrous part of himself back.

You had been unable to place it — that was, until now.

His naked body stalked around the foot of the bed — soft, buttery light throwing all of his defined muscles into focus. The curtains of this private suite were decorated with cotton and cashmere, letting as much natural light into the room as possible while still offering you two some privacy. In fact, one of the drapes from your bathroom window were missing — but that was because it had been wound tightly around your wrists, pinning you to the headboard.

"One hundred and forty-five." Kunikida spoke suddenly.

Through your lust addled mind, you tried to parse his words. Your brows came down over confused eyes. "W-What?"

He stopped, snapping his Ideal book closed in one hand. And when he turned towards you — God, your tongue pasted to the roof of your mouth. He was marvellous. He was breath-taking — his blond hair let loose around his shoulders, the length of him standing stiff and erect for you to see.

"One hundred and forty-five," He repeated. The mattress dipped when he leaned one knee against it, then the other. "That is the amount of days which have passed since I had the first indecent thought about you."

He might as well already be touching you — the way those words instructed a shiver to race down your bare skin. Kunikida pitched forward so he was on all fours now — and with savouring slowness, he began to crawl towards you.

"O-Oh?" Was the only coherent thing you could get out. Your eyes darted all over him, you tried to rub your thighs together to garner some type of friction since he was so adamant to tease you. Kunikida's quick-silver eyes noticed the movement, however, and reached a large hand out. He flattened it on the bare skin of your thigh; a silent command for you to be still.

Frustrated, you levelled a heated glare at him, huffing, "This is no way to treat your new wife."

"Believe me," Kunikida's tone was controlled — always controlled, but you delighted in the fact that his lips twitched into a smile. "I have every intention of treating my wife very well, indeed."

Your breasts strained taut when he came to settle himself just over you and leaned up — bracketing your hips with those strong thighs. Ever since he had gotten your clothes off; Kunikida Doppo could not stop himself from just looking at you. An extremely controlling part of him was overcome with the mind-consuming urge to lock you up and keep you all for himself. But he knew he could not do that. So here he would revel, every moment he could, in you flushed and bare beneath him. Begging him with your eyes to touch you, to relieve that ache only he had caused.

Shit, Kunikida Doppo thought when he looked down at you, he'd pay only the finest artist to paint you like this. But then he'd have to rip their damn hand off.

He reached a hand out to trail it against your twitching tummy muscles. The hand which brandished that newly crafted gold band.

"It was exactly 11:48am, Tuesday the 7th," Kunikida murmured in a deep, throaty voice. His eyes glazed over as he trailed his fingers all over you — from your naval to your breastbone to letting them dance across the planes of your face. "When you walked into the main office with a large stack of reports a certain someone has been slackin' on. You bent over — in that tight little skirt you always wear," He inhaled, dragging your bottom lip gently with his thumb. "And I was overcome."

"O-Overcome?" You echoed. If he kept this up, you were very certain your new husband would make your heart burst out of your chest. You burned, you needed him like your air, like the blood roaring in your ears.

Kunikida leaned in close enough until he was all you could see. He dropped his voice, and the words rumbled out of his chest.

"Overcome with the need to bend you against the table and fuck you, right then and there."

A small whimper climbed up your throat. Like a butterfly, caught and pinned against a board, you fluttered restlessly beneath him. Kunikida placed the softest kisses against your skin; but you could feel the tension that tremored underneath his marble skin. He was taking his time. He was adamant to keep you here for as long as possible just to savour you, over and over again.

And you were more than willing to oblige.

"And now," You whispered, hot and needy, against him. "You have me right where you want me, Kunikida."

Your husband groaned and began to roll his hips against you — absolutely unable to help himself when you said those words. Gasping, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you were barely lucid enough to hear him growl out the words;

"And you'll always have me at your mercy, darling."

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 . . .

You and Atsushi had decided to get married under the gentle blossoms of springtime, but it had always been your dream to escape on a winter's honeymoon. Of course, when you broached the topic with him a couple of weeks before the ceremony, Atsushi took some time to gradually warm to the idea. He had never been out of the country, after all, and the thought of boarding a metal tube that soared thousands of feet in the air definitely did not appeal to his feline side.

"It's... so it doesn't stop off, somewhere?" He had asked you with those adorable wide eyes. "What if I need to pee?"

His country naivety was all too amusing to you — a warm grin brightened your face, and to stifle the chuckle, you buried into his silver hair, instead.

"There are toilets on the plane. And refreshments, and seats." You replied to him. "Besides, there'd be nowhere for us to stop off. We'd have to cross over the ocean, after all."

"T-The ocean?!"

The Harbin Ice and Snow festival held its open ceremony a few months after you and Atsushi's marriage, but once you got there, you knew it had been well worth the wait. The city was crafted with ice structures and snowy castles, illuminated by floodlights that coloured them all different shades. Both bundled in layers, you and your husband walked side-by-side through them, warming the other's hand. Atsushi bought you a delicious hot chocolate to share, and never missed the chance to kiss the cream off of your face.

"I have no idea how you're not wearing gloves," You said to him one evening as you strolled around the resort. From here, the blanketed mountains stood stark against the night sky, littered with evergreen trees. Each step you took crunched the snow beneath you.

"Ah," Atsushi piqued. He then lifted his hands to show them to you, and when you inspected them closer; you noticed that he had coated them in a thick layer of tiger fur. "Ta-dah!"

The funny sight caught you so off guard that you doubled over giggling. "What a convenient talent. I wish I could do that when I get cold!"

"You know I would if I could," He said, the warm sincerity of it coming to hug around you like your very own blanket. "But there's something that I can do."

"Oh?" You leaned up to regard your new husband — only to realise that he was no longer by your side. Instead, he had taken a few strides ahead, leaning forward onto all fours in that familiar position he took before an ability activation. Whoosh, the snow whipped up to bite your cheeks, the entire landscape was drowned out in the supernatural blue light as he shifted from man to beast.

The bands of light exploded to leave him in their remnants — only bigger, furrier, and so much more deadly. Not an ounce of fear touched your body, however — because even though standing in his place was a monstrous weretiger that prowled towards you; those were still Atsushi's eyes. The tender bump he gave you with his head still belonged to the person who had Atsushi's soul — your Atsushi.

You carded your fingers lovingly through his coat. "Hello, there." You murmured, taking his big head in your hands and scratching behind his ears. "What brings you here, Mr. Weretiger?"

Atsushi's honey-gold eyes held yours for a moment. Then, he made a swishing movement with his head — an indication for you to follow. You knitted your eyebrows, initially confused at what he wanted when he couldn't use human speech — but when he lay down in the snow and made his back easier for you to reach, you suddenly realised.

"Oh, okay." You hummed, manoeuvring to the side of his massive body and hiking your leg up. Shifting, you found a comfortable sitting position on his back. But not before you cuddled into his soft fur a little. "You are so warm, no wonder you don't need gloves."

His great big lungs reverberated when he spoke something you couldn't understand. Atsushi padded the snow — an indication that he was going to move, letting you know to hold on tight — before straightening up to his full height.

Then, he was running.

Galloping through the snow scape like you weighed absolutely nothing at all — the wind ripping through your hair, smattering your cheeks in little flecks of snowflakes. You gripped on tight to his coat, feeling the wild rush of adrenaline spike in your blood. His great big paws ate up the distance with agility, with grace. As easy and breathing for him in this form. You held on tight to your husband's body when he hopped from rock to rock, from tree to tree, taking you through your very own winter wonderland on a night you'd never forget.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 . . .

After the unholy shitshow — as your husband eloquently puts it — that was your wedding reception, it was safe to assume that Chuuya Nakahara was adamant to get out of the country in order to spend a few days alone with you. Somewhere extremely far away. And what better place was there, than the classy city of romance and wine?

He had been cunning in the preparations, refusing to reveal anything until it was the evening you scheduled to fly out on one of the Port Mafia's private air jets. Sure; the plane had been in regular use to smuggle large shipments of drugs across the Japanese border, but Chuuya had gone to touching lengths in order to make it special for you.

The inside was completely cleaned out and lavished with first-class opulence. When you stood in the hanger, suitcase in tow, you couldn't believe how beautiful he had made it look. And when he handed you a flute of fizzing champagne before boarding, he pulled you in by the waist; kissed you on the cheek, and said, are ya ready to see the real Eiffel Tower, sweetheart?

The sheer beauty of Paris was all you needed to make up for the long-haul flight over. Each building towered above you; beige stonework, panelled windows, the smell of fresh baked goods and coffee in the air. Chuuya walked with his hand on your back through the winding cobblestone walkways. He did not complain once when you spent hours busying around the shopping district La Vallée, gushing at all the quaint boutiques and bakeries. He bought as many pastries as your heart so desired. And on your last night, he told you to wear your finest dress, and took you on a boat ride around the city.

"This mustn't have been good for your bank account," You pouted, leaning over the side of the boat to admire the glossy river water. "Even for you."

Chuuya popped a piece of steak into his mouth. One eyebrow quirked. "I thought I told ya never to worry about money when you're with me, doll. Even more so now that you're my wife."

My wife, you closed your eyes, savouring the sound of it wearing his voice like the meal in front of you. It still sounded so foreign — a little out of place, when you had just gotten used to being to as the General's fiancée. When you opened your eyes, you allowed yourself a few seconds to marvel at the man who worked to make all your desires come true — and not because he had to, but because he wanted to, he loved to.

Chuuya's blue eyes twinkled underneath the fairy lights that hung from the boat's canopy. "What?"

You beckoned to all the other empty seats around you. "How did you manage to rent an entire boat for just the two of us, though?"

At that, your husband's lips lifted into a wide, vulpine smile. The type that made delicious heat lick down your spine.

"Do ya object to being on this big boat all alone with me, sweetheart?"

The heat cascading down your spine spread its fingers — until it was all over you, reaching the tips of your cheeks, the skin of your chest left exposed by the open dress. You swallowed, not breaking the eye contact, and placed your fork down with very precise movements.

You purposefully flicked your hair behind your shoulder — exposing your collarbone, the long column of your neck.

"Quite the contrary, my beautiful husband. In fact, I think the rocking could make riding you senseless feel extra good, if that was even possible."

There was a heartbeat where Chuuya didn't move. And then, the table was knocked to one side, there was a harsh clatter of metal and plates and his chair scraping against the deck when he surged for you.

You shrieked in delight when you felt his hands on your hips — hoisting you swiftly from the terrace chair and into his arms. Guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, you were held securely against him, looping your arms around his neck as he made quick work of the ships decking and down the stairs into your private bedroom.

When you both resurfaced onto the deck for some fresh air, you were blissfully unaware that the sun had risen and it had already become morning — but the crewmates definitely were.

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 (𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃) 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 . . .

When your newly-wed husband Ranpo Edogawa pitched the idea of a honeymoon in Tokyo; initially, you were quite sceptical. Tokyo was a city packed with people and, God forbid; a very advanced transport system. Whatever could your particular partner want in the bustling capital of your country?

Roller-coaster rides and donuts and mickey mouse ears, apparently.

He was such a child at heart, you thought fondly as you watched him flutter around the food stalls at Tokyo's Disneyland Resort, pointing at all the colourful sweets he wanted to try. You suppose Ranpo never really had the opportunity to have a childhood; being hunted for his mind and hopping from job to job just to survive before he met the President. And you cherished that part of him. Your heart grew twice its size when he returned to you, a chest-full of of packaged goods and two sticks of candyfloss.

"According to my Deductions," Your husband boasted, thrusting the candy floss out to you. "Poo's Honey Hunt is the next attraction which will have the least amount of waiting time."

You took your candyfloss carefully from him. "Of course. Although do you think it's a good idea to go riding when you have a stomach full of sweets, Ranpo?"

He leaned back and guffawed. "Pwah! Nothing is impossible for the World's Greatest Detective!"

It turned out that spinning in a plastic honey pot one too many times was a little too much for the World's Greatest Detective, after all. You rubbed soothing circles against your husband's back and held his cape out of the way as he upheaved into a colourful trashcan the moment he stepped off of the ride. You hushed anything he tried to say, instead guiding him to sit with you by the riverside — watching the fairy tale boats float on by until the nausea subsided.

A bottle of water and a handful of pastries later; Ranpo Edogawa was right back on his feet again, dragging you by the hand to the next attraction with excited, skipping steps.

And when the sun dipped low behind the bright pink castle that was a landmark to the grounds and the sky darkened into twilight, your forever partner guided you across a beautiful bridge closed off to the public for the rest of the evening. Of course, you scolded him with each step, telling him that this would get you both in a world of trouble. Only for him to turn around and wink, assuring, the stewards only patrol this area of the park every quarter of an hour. We have at least twenty minutes until anybody will be near this area again.

"Ranpo, darling, I love you," You said to him, stepping over the foliage and onto the bridge painted with bright gold — mimicking those found in story books. "But if we get fined for this, I am taking away all of your sweet stash for at least a month."

He twirled around to face you when you came to a stop in the centre of the bridge; his hands folded behind his back. His tongue stuck out. "Boo. You wouldn't be able to figure out the code."

"You doubt the mind of a wife who is angry." You cooed, but were completely unable to help the smile that tickled your lips. You were like two schoolkids; sneaking around in a no-trespass area trying not to get caught. Although you didn't understand the entire reason as to why you were stalking around a closed area of the park late at night.

You decided to question him, tilting your head. "Remind me, why is it that we're slinking around Tinkerbell's Garden and running the risk of getting caught, again?"

Your question was left hanging when Ranpo decided to keep his lips shut. Instead, he lifted three fingers up in the air. You watched with knitted brows as he brought down one — leaving two left. Then, brought down the other. And just as he let the final finger close into his fist, there was a shrill whistle, a tail of sparks flying through the night—

BOOM!

The most brilliant firework exploded in the sky.

You gasped, turning to look above the canopy that hid you both. Boom, there was another — a brilliant explosion of red and yellow. Boom, boom, two at the same time. You were arrested in place, marvelling at the light show that sent a thousand sparkles reflecting in your eyes.

Warmth. Skin. Ranpo's hand coming to intertwine with yours. His soft lips ghosting your temple, whispering the words so sweet;

"They're almost just as beautiful as you, my wonderful wife."

ღ . . . the bsd men ON THEIR WEDDING DAY

✎ . . . requested by wonderful nonnie!

WRITING REQUESTS

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bobattea · 10 months

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hii, i was wondering if you could write something with dazai x reader x chuuya, it can be swf or nsfw, i don't mind either. love your work btw <3

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x AFAB!Reader x Chuuya Nakahara

Warnings: Smut with no plot NSFW, Smut, Dom!Dazai, Dom!Chuuya, despite being gender neutral pronouns the reader does get called a 'good girl', pet names, dumbification, dacryphilia, oral (M & F receiving), overstimulation

Word Count: 1586

A/N: sorry for taking so long to get to this request :)

Chuuya kisses you passionately, holding you close to him as if you’re about to disappear if he lets go.

“Chuuya..” you pull away briefly only to be pulled back in by him.

“Shh, I barely ever get to see you. Dazai keeps you to himself.” He huffs as he continues to kiss down your neck. “He’s gotta remember you’re mine too.” He nibbles and sucks at your neck leaving a bruise and kisses it gently. You laugh slightly at his possessiveness, he never liked the idea of sharing you especially with Dazai and to make things difficult he had taken you with him to join the Armed Detective Agency but Chuuya still makes sure no harm comes to you from the Port Mafia and anyone who does doesn’t get let off easy.

The two of you were so engrossed with each other that none of you had realized you weren’t alone. From the corner of the room a smirk plays on his lips as he watches his darling and his former partner kiss each other. At this point you were both gripping at each other's clothes haphazardly trying to take them off. Chuuya wears too many pieces of clothing, you only managed to push off his jacket and unbutton his waist coat half way.

“My my, certainly going at it aren’t you two.” Dazai makes his presence known coming out of the corner. Chuuya’s face changed from shock then to an annoyed expression as he faced Dazai and shoved you behind him.

“It’s my turn to have her! You get her all the time.” He hisses squaring up to Dazai, his eyes narrowing at him while Dazai looks down at Chuuya with an amused smile he then looks over Chuuya to see you all flushed and embarrassed, Dazai could have a lot of fun with this.

“Well are you just gonna leave them like that, Chuuya?” Dazai nudges him in your direction. “Can’t leave my belladonna all needy like that.” He taunts with a wide and wicked smile. One that you remember from his Port Mafia days, he’s never shown that wicked smile since leaving them. A smile so devious that can send you on your knees in an instant. In all fairness having both of them here sent you excited shivers but also some nervous butterflies never had you ever done anything with them in the same room.

“Tch. if you think I’m gonna take orders from you, you have another thing coming.” Chuuya grumbles.

“No but they will and that’s all I need.” You switch looks between Dazai and Chuuya, both men having completely different expressions. Dazai's smile doesn't change, he's still looking at you with his devious smile and Chuuya is just straight up annoyed. “What do you say Bella hmm?” he walks closer to you. “Would you do what me and Chuuya tell you?” You nod your head without any hesitation and he nods in satisfaction. “Told you.” He looks at Chuuya with a smug smirk who just gritted his teeth.

“Dazai-

“Now my dear, why don't you undress for us and get on all fours on the bed.” You looked between Chuuya and Dazai then compiled. Slipping off your clothes until you were completely bare and vulnerable for them to see before carrying out your next command and getting on the bed on all fours facing both men. The nervousness ate at you, you had no idea what Dazai was planning and if Chuuya had anything in mind the anticipation was killing you making you more wet by the second. Dazai notices your nervousness so he makes his way over to you, kneeling to your height and placing a hand on your cheek.

“Are you okay with this Y/n?” Dazai’s eyes softened, the last thing he’d want to do is make you uncomfortable doing something you weren't ready for. You lean into his touch and nod. “I’m gonna need to hear your words baby.” He rubs his thumb on your cheek lovingly.

“I’m okay with this.” You smile softly. Dazai was satisfied and his mischievous smile returned.

“Good girl, then you know what to do.” He stood up straight and when he was standing in front of you like this of course you knew what to do. You made quick work with his belt and his trousers then Chuuya got the memo.

“Hey! No fair, that's cheating!” Chuuya stomped his way to the other side of the bed, taking off his waistcoat that you had tried to do earlier before kneeling down behind you and diving his tongue straight into your cunt. You moaned loudly, the surprise catching you completely off guard and your mouth falling open to which Dazai took advantage of and shoved his cock down your throat.

You choked and gagged as the tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly, Dazai was in full control of the pace barely letting you have time to relax your throat let alone breathe properly He would occasionally pull out all the way allowing a little air while drool would drip form your lips and down your chin, he would look down at you with a satisfied smile grabbing your chin and wiping your own spit over your mouth and face before making you choke on him once again. You would squeeze your eyes shut and moan around him trying to use your tongue but with Dazai being in control it was hard to do.

“Hey take it easy on them!” While Dazai had his way with your mouth Chuuya his his way with your pussy, he wasn't being as merciless as his former partner was he was being more loving and gentle with you. Taking his time to kiss and lick every part of your pussy while his hands squeezed the soft skin of your ass. The sweet sound of your muffled moans filled the room and Chuuya began to fuck you with his tongue at a quick pace determined to make you cum with his tongue.

Chuuya’s efforts didn't go unnoticed by Dazai. He smirked and ran his hand through your hair before getting a good grip of it and dagging your head up and down on his cock to match Chuuya’s pace if not a little faster. A silent competition. You were close to cumming already. Both of them knew that Chuuya quickened his pace and that was enough to have you cumming all over his tongue. He pulled away from you wiping away his own saliva mixed with your cum from his mouth, Chuuya wasn't done with you no not yet he’s gonna make you cum again. He removed his trousers and boxers, already lining himself up and slamming into you causing you to jolt forward and choke again on Dazai’s cock.

“You did that on purpose.” Dazai hissed and loosened his grip on your hair and started to stroke your head. “You’re doing so well for us baby.” You continued to work your mouth on Dazai’s cock, swirling your tongue around the tip if you could you’d use your hands too but they are trying to keep you up and doing a pretty bad job if it wasn't for Chuuya’s hold on your hips as he constantly slams into you at a unforgivable pace. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears slipping down your cheeks with every thrust the boys were giving you. “You’re so pretty like this, being absolutely ruined.” Dazai threw his head back and moaned then he watched Chuuya, he was close too struggling to keep up with the two of you. “Struggling to keep up?” Dazai gave him an evil smile.

“Shut it.” Chuuya panted through gritted teeth and thrusted faster into you, your legs begin to shake and at this point Dazai was just using your mouth to pleasure himself. You are too over-stimulated to focus on everything. Drool was starting to slip down your mouth and chin and tears falling down your cheeks you thought you were going to pass out before you even got to cum.

“Look at them Chuuya, they look like they’re gonna pass out.” He stopped fucking your mouth to hold your face in his hand. “Come on baby, you’ve got one more in you don't you? We’re so close, darling.” his words barely made it to your ears; it was just white noise. You couldn't reply, you couldn't form words. Anything you tried to say was just coming out nonsense babbles but the nodding of your head was enough for the boys to keep going and they did, chasing their own high at their own pace while you let them use you. You clench around Chuuya and he lets out a throaty moan and one final thrust as you both cum, you moan loudly the vibrations on Dazai’s dick allowing him to release into your mouth.

Everything was quiet, nothing but the soft pants of everyone catching their breaths, you collapsing on the bed in utter exhaustion. Dazai chuckles softly and wipes your mouth, pulling you into his arms as he settles on the bed also.

“You did so good for us, Bella” he kisses the top of your head as you relax.

“Could you not forget me and hog them!” Chuuya grumbles and cuddles you from behind. “I guess we went a bit too far for you doll but you did great.” He whispers in your ear and kisses your temple. You were finally relaxed, maybe it wasn't so bad being shared by them both.

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zairene · 6 months

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hey girl i loved your dazai relationship headcanons SM, can I please ask for a version with Chuuya? YOUR WRITING IS LITERALLY AMAZING.

AS A BOYFRIEND. chuuya nakahara

* ˚ ✦ synopsis: how chuuya nakahara would be like as a significant other.

* ˚ ✦ genre: headcanons !

* ˚ ✦ warnings: spoiler free + a fem reader is also very heavily implied / stated !

* ˚ ✦ author’s note: sure you can ! and ty so much that means a lot <333 i did write as y/n still in the ADA, if you don’t mind !

chuuya nakahara, the hot-headed and impulsive young man who you were interested in when you first met him.

he’s very arrogant when it comes to his abilities and his remarkable skills revolving around the port mafia. he may talk a lot of shit, but he can still definitely beat your ass at any time any day, no doubt. and this personality does NOT come off as pleasing to women, hence his failure in the romance department. so, when he realized that you weren’t immediately disgusted with him after knowing him for such a little time, he already developed some appreciation for you.

with chuuya, there is also a lot of patience with him too—but not in the way you would think. chuuya had a difficult time trusting you. chuuya despises dazai, and it’s very well known, and knowing that you were a part of the armed detective agency and was on dazai’s side put him off. yes, even in their years of rivalry and multiple times of working together, he just doesn’t find himself truly trusting him or you.

it’s not like you weren’t trustworthy or showed signs of being dishonest, he just knew that if he became too vulnerable with you, it would open up an opportunity for you to betray him and he doesn’t do well with betrayal. he knows that it’s not impossible to gain his trust, so he respects you at first, but he keeps his distance.

so yes, you have to chase him, he doesn’t chase you.

think of the trope of, she falls first but he falls harder… sort of.

this started with subtle flirting from you, very subtle to the point where it had him going insane on the fact whether or not you were interested in him. it’s not like he could go to someone with advice so he was seriously stressing himself out over it. there were times even when dazai pointed it out but chuuya would brush it off as dazai trying to poke fun at him.

after you did it multiple times, he finally decided he would reciprocate it because it’s not like he didn’t like you, he was just surprised at the fact HE DID? so, the one time he came back with an even risker line with you, you were shocked. this had you excited because you finally had some type of confirmation that he liked you! now the next step, asking him out.

it was hard catching him in his free time with being the port mafia’s strongest martial artist. he was constantly sent out on missions and meetings. just to your luck, you found him strolling the streets one random day, and that encouraged you to just go up to him knowing this moment would not occur again.

this confession was just you talking and him staring at you with his widened eyes and his lips slightly parted. and when you were done speaking, he could only spit out one thing. “yeah… yeah sure.”

and that started your relationship with him!

i honestly don’t believe it would be filled with arguments, at least not real ones. because the PETTY ARGUMENTS you guys have is an hourly occurrence. no joke. the playful banter between the both of you is amazing, but his competitive spirit can get overwhelming and it causes petty arguments. at this point, you kinda just believe that he likes to hear himself talk.

i feel that the biggest problem you would have in a relationship is his major trust issues. mentioned before, he doesn’t do well with shady or shifty behavior. this doesn’t pair well with situations where you want to have a surprise party for him for his birthday, but he’s under the impression that you’re doing something behind his back that isn’t as innocent as it is.

the product of this is arguments and a lot of breaks between you two. he’s not difficult to talk to, but incredibly difficult to get to, if that makes sense. it would take a lot for him to believe that you’re being truthful. you can sense he takes loyalty very seriously, so after the birthday party incident, you took a mental note that surprises don’t sit well with chuuya and to make sure to not do them again.

other than that, your relationship with him is pretty smooth!

however, he also has his moments where he makes weird comments toward you trying to suggest that you’re “inferior” to him and that you can’t handle yourself. he always feels like he has to protect you or things will go downhill even when you have proved countless amount of times that you were extremely capable.

those times when you have to give him a reality check and bring him back down to earth for a second. his apologies are him bringing you a bouquet and a long talk about how sorry he is why he made those comments and how he would never make them again. you forgave him and he really stood by his word! he always gave you credit when it was due, maybe too much sometimes, but you can tell he was sorry.

other than that, some general things would be that he isn’t a big fan of PDA. he doesn’t hate it but doesn’t prefer it. he wouldn’t mind if you just held his hand or kissed him on the cheek (maybe lips) but would much rather save everything else for in private. he’s all for separating his work life from his relationship with you, especially since both of your workplaces are against each other. he’s very awkward when it comes to intimacy, but once you’re together for a while he likes it, especially getting home after a very rough mission that day.

he likes to act like he hates pet names, even the silly ones you give him, but he likes them. he would never admit that you calling him pookie bear makes his heart happy each time.

overall, chuuya is a pretty good guy who has his moments. he can be painfully unaware of himself and his actions sometimes so you have to handle the liberty of telling him off and putting himself in his place when it’s needed. but don’t worry, he never takes it to heart when he realizes he’s wrong. he loves you and as the relationship goes on, he learns to trust you a little more every day.

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The Setting Sun (Osamu Dazai)

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty: Balcony Sex

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You would be stupid to have not noticed the sexual tension between the two of you by now.

You, him, and all of your co-workers would have to be stupid to not see it. The glances. The interactions. The everything the two of you exchanged. And it eats away at you. It eats away at him too. But most of all, you think it eats away at your co-workers too.

“There she is- the woman of the hour.”

Maybe that’s why you were able to find yourself alone outside for a little while despite being the member that this party was supposed to be all about.

“Nice of you to join me, Mr. Dazai.”

Still, you can’t complain. You have no reason to. Especially now that he was able to have you cornered off somewhere alone and private and pretty. By that time the party was at its all-time high too. Where everyone was alive and well and off somewhere that wasn’t the balcony you told him to meet you on. The glass of wine in your hand was quickly discarded onto a nearby table as he stepped in close and pulled you even closer. Whatever he was drinking quickly joined your glass with a quiet little ‘cling’ as he sets it down. Then before you know it?

He’s grabbing at you. And you’re grabbing at him.

Your fingers find themselves buried in his thick hair. Coming up around the sides and settling behind the ears as you pull his face towards yours and crush your lips against each other. It’s sloppy. It’s not your best work. But it’s your most passionate in a while, and you have to say that you feel it. You feel the spark between you as the tension ramps up more and more and more. You feel it as

And you know he can feel it too just by the way one of his bandage-wrapped hands comes creeps up and tugs one of your hands away from his hair. You let him take the lead with this. You know he’s good with his hands. So you don’t break the kiss to complain or to fight. You just let him take you where he wants you.

And where he wants start by trailing your fingers down his jaw. An action that gets him groaning into your mouth when your fingers brush at the underside of his chin. And those sounds of his only start to grow as he brings your hands to brush against and trail down his neck. Then onto the shoulders of his suit jacket before he drags your hands down the front of his chest. As you feel the firm body underneath, you wonder what exactly will it look like. What exactly does it feel like? If you were to touch him- warm skin against skin. If you were to get closer to him than the two of you had ever gotten before.

But then suddenly, your mind stops. Your thoughts disappear. And suddenly, you’re so hyperaware of where you are and what you’re doing. The balcony of a fancy party venue with the sound of cars and people walking not so far off in the distance. The booming music on the other side of the building walls. The chilly breeze riding on the wind. The dimming of the sun in the sky and the taste of something strong yet oh-so-sweet on Dazai’s tongue. One of his hands on your backside- curving dangerously around your bottom. The other hand over yours as he has you cup his clothed erection with a curious grip.

You pull your lips away from him almost immediately. You see his face morph into a look of surprise, but you draw his attention back to you before his thoughts could run as wild as yours are now. You want him to know what he’s asking for. You want him to use that Osamu Dazai brain that works so, so well when it counts, and you want him to know what exactly he wants right now. And because you want it too, you tell him that as well. But not with your lips. Not with your words. Or even your eyes.

But with a very careful palm pressing against the dick straining to get out of his trousers, and squeezing.

“Anybody can see.” You remind him quietly, in case the man you’re speaking to wants to try again another time, another day, or even another place. Your eyes flick up to look through a mess of dark, dark brown bangs just to peer at an even darker pair of eyes. Out of instinct, your lip darts out and wets your lower lips. You try not to let his show of watching your lips oh-so-carefully affect you outwardly. But you have a feeling that the two of you already know just how futile your efforts are. “They’ll know what we’re doing. Do you still want to?”

A smirk splits across his face. The corners of his lip lift up exposing only a sliver of pearly white teeth and a devious look. But you’re far too focused on the way he’s moving his hand over yours again and leading you towards the zipper of his fly as he tugs you close enough to capture your lips in another kiss.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.” He murmurs against your mouth, voices soft and warm and as comforting as you’ve always known it to be.

And even though it’s your party. Even though you’re the guest, you couldn’t bear the thought of not fulfilling such a request. You just couldn’t bear it. So you didn’t. You just smiled back into his mouth. Nice and pretty and wide.

And you pull his cock free just enough to wrap your hand around what should have been yours since the two of you met.

The air is cold around the two of you. The sun has set, and now the moon rises. Bathing the two of you in a beautiful twilight sky. But all you can think about is how warm the wine made you feel earlier. And how warm Dazai made you feel when he pressed his body against yours. And how warm you feel now that the sexual tension between the two of you is shattering like little glass fragments. Finally freed from its cage. Finally here to consume the two of you in the lust you always knew you had for each other. The lust you always knew that owned you.

“Fuck, Dazai-” You whisper out against him. Your hands tighten and they squeeze and they jerk and they feel. Every inch of his cock. Every vein, every inch, everything. It’s all yours to explore. And you’d be damned if you didn’t take your time and explore it exactly how you want to. “ Fuck, you’re so hard.”

He doesn’t say anything. No, instead he’s just groaning again- loud and clear. Just from your hands alone, he’s groaning. Letting out the nicest moans you’ve ever heard on any of your partners. Voice low and breathe heavy as you stroke it a few times and let your thumb find the tip. His cock is hot and heavy in your hands. Thicker than you imagined it would feel in your hands. But shamefully, you’ve gotten a pretty accurate read on his length just from fleeting glances at places where you shouldn’t have been looking while at work. Right now, his pre-cum leaks against your finger, and you have no qualms with using it to coat your hands a little bit more than allow for each pump of his cock to be smoother than the last.

Same way he has no qualms with hiking that dress of yours up high on your his and shoving your panties to the side. It takes you by surprise when you’re quickly met with the feeling of the feeling of two fingers circling your clit. So much so that you can’t hold in your gasp. But it’s alright. It’s okay. Because Dazai is quick to steal your breath and to make it his own. Quick to capture your lips once more and kiss you deeply. Tilting your head back and side to side to side and side before pulling away to whisper something back at you.

“You’re so wet,” He tells you as his fingers move away from your clit and slowly push past your lower lips. You whine at the small stretch. It’s just a little uncomfortable considering you haven’t been with someone in so long. It just makes you want him more. And more than just two nice and long fingers that are quickly finding a rhythm inside of you. More than just the slight brushes against the particular spot inside of you- the one that makes your moans sound pretty and dumb and so pornographic it kills you. More than just this. “So wet and it’s all for me, huh?”

“Mhm.” You hum out, hips starting to move on their own as his fingers make a scissoring motion inside of you. It’s been so long since you’ve been with someone. It’s been so long since you’ve met Dazai too. But now you have him. But now he’s all yours. And even though everything here is a sloppy mix of heavy breaths and the rustling of clothes and cool breezes biting at any parts of your exposed skin. Telling you to wait another moment to seize what you want. But you don’t want to wait. You’re tired of beating around the bush and letting opportunity pass you by. You’re tired of it. You’re tired of waiting. And more importantly? “All for you, Dazai.”

“Good.”

He’s tired of waiting too.

So he pushes you up against the balcony railing. Caging you in and holding you close with his free hand to keep you from losing your balance. And he doesn’t give you time to look over the edge and wonder about what would happen if someone saw you here like this. He doesn’t give you time to peer over the rail and wonder what would happen if you were to lean too far over this edge. No, because he’s far too busy indulging in you. So you make yourself busy indulging in him. Letting his fingers sink in and out of your pussy- coating themselves in your wetness as that stretch you felt earlier turns into a feeling that’s not enough to satisfy you. Not while you’re this hot and bothered. Just like he’s taking his time and enjoying the feeling of your fist wrapped around his cock. Soft hands flexing around it with a grip nice and tight enough to get him to want- to need more. And you’ll give him more. And he’ll give you more too.

At some point during the night, you’ll end up on your knees in front of him. Lips wrapped around his cock and tongue flicker and licking around the head and all the little veins you can feel as his fingers tangle themselves through your hair now. You’ll place your hands on his thigh as you try to deep-throat him yourself. And you turn your hands into fistfuls of fabric when he starts to take over and put matters into his own hands.

And at some point during the night, he’ll stand you up and turn you around. He’ll slide his dick into you so easily. So shamelessly. But he’ll fill you up nice and full just to pull out halfway and do it again. Letting his cock drag against your warm wet walls. Letting your moans spill out freely as you take him so well. Like the good girl, he tells you to be. Like the good girl he knows you’d always be for him. So you take every roll and thrust and jerk of his hips into your tight, tight pussy. And you’re cream yourself on his cock like he wants you to. Just like he’ll pull you up with his own essence. Again and again and again. Just like you want him to too.

And at some point during the night- when all the music has gone slow inside, and the wind has started to fade. When the night sky has grown dark and both your bodies have begun to still inside of each other, he’ll tell you that he loves you. That he always had. And that he always will. And you’ll tell him that you love him back. Because you’re just as young. And you’re just as stupid.

And because you can’t help but think that this is the first time in a long time that you’ve seen him stand so close to an edge without ever looking at what lies beyond the boundaries that separate him from life and death.

Because you can’t help but think that’s all because he now has you.

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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hunting dogs with an energetic s/o pleaaaase😭

oooooooooooo omg i love this one <33

Hunting Dogs with an energetic S/O

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura (platonic), Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do the Hunting Dogs react when they have an energetic S/O?

♡ cw: Mention of alcohol in Fukuchi's part.

note: Tbh at first I didn't wanna write for Fukuchi because he and I have a complicated personal history (I don't like him that much) but like it was actually really easy and fun! That was a nice surprise hehe <3 Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Fukuchi:

He thinks you're so cute!

You're like his little cheerleader (you're shorter than him most likely) and he enjoys having you around to keep him on his toes (he can't use his age to get out of anything when it comes to you)

You'd be constantly challenging him to fights and stuff and trying to rile him up (he thinks it's endearing though and might entertain you for a little bit, because he can. Just playfights and cute stuff like that lol)

To be honest he's an enabler and would probably encourage you to cause trouble somehow. I mean it's not like anyone can tell you off (unless they wanna face off against FUKUCHI??) (it's entirely possible that on some technicality, you are an enemy of state)

You and Teruko are best friends (obviously). As for the rest of the group...nah they actually kinda like you too. You keep their boss happy so like it's a win-win really

If you're someone who drinks...oh man you guys. Oh man you two are going to cause a lot of trouble

Fukuchi might be kinda crass but let's be real he's probably super old school romantic and he'd like to dance with you (and doing so would also wear you out so he can like nap lmao)

He just loves to entertain you because he simply can't get enough of that joyful look in your eyes.

Jouno:

He also thinks it's cute but he doesn't match your energy at all. Jouno appears very calm and cold so you contrast each other a lot

Jouno has to be there to reel you in when you get too silly T-T he's grown quite good at it. He would give you a limit on coffee/energy drinks (if you drink those)

He always acts all exasperated and keeps telling you to calm down and all that, but he secretly loves your personality and doesn't want you to change at all sksjksksjs

He thinks it's actually quite romantic how you balance each other out that way, even if it can cause clashes or disagreements sometimes between you two

Jouno spends most of his time around rather serious people (being a Hunting Dog and all) so being in the presence of someone lighthearted and more bouncy is rather refreshing.

It's almost kinda reassuring for him that you're so energetic because he can hear you well, and so it's really easy for him to tell how you're doing in case he needs to be there for you or something when you're feeling blue y'know?

No because all the other Hunting Dogs are always looking at you two like 'how...how did this possibly happen' (they love you but they did not expect Jouno to date someone like you lmao)

He loves the way you sound, but just try not to be too loud lol

Tecchou:

This guy. He doesn't know what's happening most of the time with you T-T he can't ever predict you

Outside of work, when you guys go out on dates and stuff, you're always dragging him around and he kinda just goes with it. He likes your spontaneity and how you've always got little surprises for him

You two like going on physical-based(?) dates together (for some reason the only thing in my mind is those indoor trampoline parks?), you like them because they accommodate to your energy level and he likes them because exercise or something. lol

Is surprisingly good at keeping up with you! Or so it seems, at least. He probably isn't that good but he tries his best for you <3

Tecchou loves his down time, so you two tend to make deals along the lines of 'we'll spend our time now doing [energy-exerting activity] and then we can cuddle later' or something because you guys compromise and are healthy like that 😌

He really really likes you as you are but he's not good at showing it, so though he may seem tired of you sometimes he really isn't

There are times where he'll step up and be the responsible one of the two of you, but that's only if he has to be (he doesn't want to stop you because he thinks you're adorable as you are)

If you're also clingy, he especially loves that about you because Tecchou is like glued to you 24/7 (outside of work lol)

Teruko (platonic):

You're like two peas in a pod because you match one another's energy so well

You guys are just constantly bothering the rest of the Hunting Dogs and they're tired. They can't really get mad at you though, because usually Teruko is the instigator, and also if they said anything to you she'd kick them

Though, you're more of a fun energetic and she's more of an 'I'm going to cause as much mayhem as possible' energetic so you have to be the voice of reason a lot of the time

That being said you two do like pranking people and stuff (not just when she's off work- Teruko isn't above ruining the days of the other Hunting Dogs), sometimes using her ability to do it

When Teruko's feeling down or about to throw a tantrum, you're always there to lift her spirits and vice versa (Jouno and Tachihara are very grateful for this (they're conflicted about their feelings towards you lmaooooo))

You're probably giving her a lot of piggy back rides

You can read each other like open books and that makes it really easy to talk about your issues and feelings free of judgement (at least really harsh judgement)

She takes surprisingly good care of you when you're feeling sick or something, because she needs her partner in crime back ASAP! (and she loves you a lot <3)

Tachihara:

He'd be chill with any personality his partner might have so he's totally fine with you being energetic. He's very adaptable!

That being said he is kinda tired sometimes (man is a mafioso and a soldier) so he usually sorta just lets you run wild on your own (and, if you want to, mess with his colleagues) and just doesn't do anything about it lol

That isn't to say that he's actively encouraging you to be chaotic- he's still at least a little sensible

Tachihara is very appreciative of the fact that you're always there to cheer him up and keep him going. Your energy is infectious and he benefits from that fact quite a lot

For your birthday or something else special he'd take you to a concert (where you can scream and jump around all you like) where your faves perform <3

You and he would pull all-nighters every now and then, and spend the whole time watching terrible movies and doing other stupid random things together

Dates with Tachihara are as frequent as he can make them with his packed schedule. He likes to spend as much time with you as he possibly can because you make him feel happy and motivated

You're very well liked by both the Hunting Dogs and the other Port Mafia members (you're probably close with Gin also) and that honestly makes life a lot easier for him lmao

would love to go on a måneskin tour with tachihara and scream along to read your diary with him ngl

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