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[faerielotus]

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KYOUTANI x READER

tw : murder, violence, blood, gore, smut

You’re not surprised when he slides into bed without a word. Being talkative isn’t something that you’d associate with Kentaro, especially with it being so late. What’s surprising is the distance between the two of you. He’s close, but not close enough for you to turn over and face him, to hold him. It’s a strange new practice for him. A pattern you’ve seen repeating the last couple of days.

Nonetheless it still confuses you. You know he likes to touch you, feel that you’re there; the same as you. You enjoy the way he hooks his arm over your waist, holding you tight to his chest. The sound of him slightly out of breath when he first joins you in bed, most likely from shuffling up the stairs of your rickety apartment building. But most of all you enjoy the way he smells. He always manages to smell fresh, even when he was covered in sweat from moving in the sofa that was way too big for your living room, but that you insisted on buying; or another time when he came back home, holding a hoodie covered in red splotches. Even the metallic smell was overpowered by the smell of him ingrained into your apartment.

You love everything about the man beside you. That’s why it’s so strange to you. How you know he feels the same way, but is still so far away from you. His distance continues to plague your mind. That is until he sighs, not irritated but not relaxed. Yes, you find the whole predicament strange until he sighs, scoots closer to you and holds you tight, resting his head on your neck. That’s when you forget how strange it is, and start to think about him, how he feels, how he sounds, and how he smells.

You’ve been laughing for what feels like ten minutes. One joke from Matsuwaka growing into his own personal comedy show. You can’t hear anything else anybody’s saying. Not even the music from the back of the club thrumming through your body is truly reaching you. Your drink has almost fallen out of your hands more than once, quickly being saved by the brunette sitting besides you.

You finally calm down, taking a swig from your drink and inhaling a big breathe of air. You look over to Matsuwaka, readying yourself for his next barrage of wisecracks when you notice that he’s looking over you.

You turn around and see three tall men all maneuvering through the crowds of people towards the two of you. Their attire matches the clothes that Matsuwaka is wearing, a fancy, if not slightly disheveled suit. You take brief notice of the fact that their eyes are on you, or at least shifting between you and the man you were having a conversation with. Your eyes, however, are focused on only one of those men. With a buzzcut that’s been bleached blonde and a mean look on his face you feel like shying away. His tanned skin absorbs the colors of the club lights. Over his suit he’s wearing a clashing leather jacket and overall looks a bit mean.

You realize how long you’ve been staring when they get closer, and the blonde cocks his eyebrow at you. You turn back towards Matsuwaka and nurse your drink.

“Issei.” The brunette in the middle of the three men speaks up when they reach the bar.

“Oikawa.” Matsuwaka says in a drawn out fashion, almost teasing the man in front of him. “I was coming back, I just needed something to drink”

“We can see that!” A strawberry blonde on the side of Oikawa pipes up. He yells over the loud noises of the crowd while staring at you. “My names Hanamaki, but my pals call me Makki!” He’s leaning over now and holding out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand and introduce yourself. He slowly drops his hand from yours and looks at Matsuwaka with a sly smirk on his face.

The atmosphere is laid back, but you can’t help but feel awkward stuck between these men in suits.

“I’m sorry if I stole him,” you start, looking up to Oikawa. “The both of us were waiting for our drinks when I started a conversation.” You brush a stray hair back, one that you missed with your bobby pin when rushing out the house to meet your friends.

He looks over to you with a smile. “You’re all fine sweetheart. This one right here is responsible for himself.” That got a laugh out of you, and the angry man standing by his side focused his eyes on you. “He’s still got some work to do though, so we’re gonna have to steal him back.”

“Come on, Oikawa, I can’t leave a girl like her on her own here.” Matsuwaka said, feigning a pout and grabbing your hand.

Oikawa dramatically sucked air through his teeth and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right about that.” Oikawa shifted on his foot and turned towards the cross blonde next to him. “Well, Kyoutani already did his job for the night,” he faced forward again and smiled “Why don’t you keep the pretty girl some company Kyo-kun.”

Kyoutani stared at you with a glare and you stared back, looking at him more closely. His scowl didn’t make him any less handsome. His face was strong and his skin was glowing underneath the light. He was lean, but you could tell that underneath his suit he was toned. You looked back over to Matsuwaka who had an incredulous look on his face.

“‘Kawa, you know that’s not what I meant man.”

Oikawa’s grin widened even more. “Kyo-kun take Matsuwaka’s seat for me.” On the side of Oikawa, Makki snickered and hid his face in his elbow.

Matsuwaka grumbled as he shifted out of his seat. Kyoutani dropped himself onto it and motioned for the bartender.

“We’ll see you later Kyo-kun.” Oikawa said as he and the rest of the men walked off, arm draped over Matsuwaka’s shoulder.

You turned your body towards the bar, but kept your head facing the man beside you. Ignoring his rough look you were somewhat entranced by him. Everything from his appearance to his smell was strangely attractive to you. He started to order a drink when he looked to you.

“Do you want another?” He motioned to your drink, still with a glare on his face. You nodded with a smile and he finished ordering.

You asked him a couple of questions, mainly about Matsuwaka, how they met, their friend group, but also about him. That seemed to loosen him up enough for his brows to relax.

“And you?” He asked as the bartender set your drinks in front of you both.

“What questions are you asking me?” You said with a dopey smile.

“Anything.” He responded after taking a second to gulp his drink. His short answers made you realize how little interest he has. No, not that, how little he likes to talk. He seemed engaged even with his limited amount of interactions. That, like so many of his other qualities attracted you.

“Well,” you started, leaning your elbow on the bartop. “I think you’re hot.” You tilted your head, resting your hand on his knee.

You saw him take a small gulp and you laughed at that. He stared at his drink until he picked it up and downed the rest. He swallowed and turned to look at you again.

“Yeah?” That was the first time you saw him smile.

You wonder if you really got everything you needed. You didn’t want to head back to the store for something small. Thinking about calling Kentaro to check the kitchen, you decided to brush the idea off, remembering he left earlier that morning.

You sighed, shifting and moving your grocery bags around in your arms. You felt like you haven’t talked to him in so long, the last form of contact between you too being a kiss on your forehead as he slid out of bed. You made your way into the lobby of your apartment and up the stairs. You couldn’t tell why he was acting the way he was. You just knew that something was wrong.

Just like how you knew something was wrong when you opened the door to your shared apartment to see clothes caked in blood on the floor. You couldn’t feel your bags dropping from your hold. All you felt was fear. It doesn’t take much time for you to run into your bedroom at all.

What takes time is your realization. The realization that Kentaro’s completely fine. Wearing black joggers with his shirt stripped off, a towel hanging off his shoulder, he turns to look at you. He has a cut on his lip, but his face has no emotion. He just keeps staring at you, not a single word passing between you too.

You look down. “What happened Ken.” You look back towards the living room, motioning towards his discarded pile of clothes, already seeping into the carpet. “What happened to you.” You turned back to him taking a couple steps forward.

“Nothing.” He says turning back around, back facing you. “Some asshole had too much to say at a meeting.”

You weren’t sure what type of work Kentaro and his friends were in, but the past couple of years gave you some insight as to how violent it could be. “Kentaro,” you said demandingly. “Your clothes are soaked in blood.” You finally got close enough to him to turn him around and you noted how tense he was.

He stared down at you, this time you could see something in his face. “Are you scared of me?” He whispered.

You were taken aback, but kept your hand on his shoulder and the other on his face. “No,” you turned your head at him and frowned. “Why would you think that.”

He takes a breath, whether it’s relief or him trying to compose himself you can’t tell. He pulls your hands from him and pulls you into an embrace, inhaling your scent.

“Not important,” he finally says, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “Just help me real quick.” He kisses you, beginning to lift the bottom of your shirt, you’re distracted from the look on his face.

You can’t think about how scared he looked when he’s fumbling with your bra, grunting into your neck when you reach down to pull his sweats off.

You can’t think of anything else except the way he’s touching you, and the fresh scent coming off of him from washing off the grime and blood of a tough day.

You didn’t think you were going to go

home with the indifferent man who sat beside you for half a night, but you couldn’t deny the strong feeling of euphoria from between your legs as Kentaro slammed his hips against yours.

He grunted as he lifted your legs over his and lowered himself closer to your face, hands intertwined with yours. He moved his lips against yours and you moaned. He cursed and pulled away, biting your lip in the process.

He moved his hand down your body and you mewled, thrusting against him.

“Fuck!” He shouted, touching you, and dipping his head. You grabbed his shoulder with your free hand, trying to urge him closer. “You want me, baby?” you nodded, squinting your eyes closed and moaning. “Yeah, you want me.”

He moved his hand from you, up your body, resting on your breast for a moment, before he harshly gripped your throat. “Kyo-” you tried to say, but were overpowered by his strength and the urge to moan.

You arched your back, still trying to get closer to him. He finally caught on to the way you were flexing, and kissed you hard. He continued to pump himself in and out of you, taking time to grind into you causing you to release cut-off moans and gasps.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” He tightened his grip on your throat, dragging his face along your neck and thrusting harder. He pushes you closer and you squeezed his hand, shaking and squeezing his cock.

“Kyo…tani” you croak, but he’s not listening, he’s pounding into you harder, holding you tighter, and now kissing you rougher.

He was close to losing control, almost crushing you with his strength, but he held back. He held back until he came, cumming inside of you and growling into your ear.

You both were out of breath but he continued thrusting into you. It took a moment for him to settle down, releasing his tight grip on you and collapsing on top of you. He rolled to the side and held you, tucking his face into your neck, taking big breaths.

You were tired and still catching your breath when you thanked yourself for going out tonight.

He gripped you tighter, kissing your neck.

He murmured. “You smell good.”

You sat still, tears slowly running down your face as the recent events of the day replayed through your mind.

Kyoutani stood in front of the counter, in between your legs, drying your washed face with a towel, and trying his best to avoid your blooming bruises and aching cuts.

You know he’s thinking the same thing as you. Probably thinking about how he bashed in the head of the man who cornered you during an afternoon outing with his friends. He was probably thinking about how scared you looked when he saw the dickhead from earlier that week groping you. You know he was thinking about if you were okay when the asshole started getting rough when you tried brushing past him.

Kyoutani set the towel down and sighed. He reached for you and you shied away. He ignored it and held your face in his hands.

“I killed for you.” He said. Staring you in the eyes and assessing the damage done to your face. You didn’t say anything and more tears rolled down your face. He tilted his head and took a moment to really look at you.

You thought about his question from a couple days ago. The fear in his eyes when he asked it. His bloodied clothes, now tossed away, probably living in some dump. Your assailant, and his bandaged body and furious face.

“He had it coming for a long time. He kept messing with me and my boys.” You couldn’t tell what he was trying to say to you. Was he trying to explain his actions, soothe you? Was he trying to convince you that his murderous rage was an outcome of the dead man’s actions and not his own violent tendencies? You didn’t care.

All that you knew was that you were scared. You were scared of your boyfriend. You loved him, but he terrified you. You started to sob. Wails escaping you as you replayed the moment when he repeatedly threw the head of the random man against a brick wall, not stopping until his skull was shattered, spilling out his most vital organ onto the pavement you both stood on.

Kyoutani didn’t try to hug you. He didn’t try to comfort you. Not even in that traumatic moment. He just picked you up and walked away, leaving his friends to clean the mess.

Kyoutani was never good at talking. Not even now. He just kept staring at you. “Are you scared of me?” He said, reaching for your face.

He didn’t look afraid this time. He looked tired, and serious. He looked like he already knew the answer and was just asking to ask.

You still didn’t say anything. Your hiccuping cries were enough of an answer for him.

He sighed and picked you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down onto the bed and after taking a moment to undress joined you. He hovered over you as you continued crying.

“I can still smell that dickhead’s cologne on you.” You didn’t know what to say to that either, you just kept still underneath him. He reached for the buttons on your dress and you stayed still.

You realized he was trying to get the smell off of you. He was almost scared of it.

The same way you were scared of the way he smelled. Not the fresh scent that you adored, but the metallic and almost deathly smell of blood.

This was my first fic!! I originally posted it on my other account, but I made that my personal blog. I also posted it on AO3 under Faerie_Lotus. Please please please!! Tell me what you guys think 「(°ヘ°)

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[natashawritesstuff]

NO NO NO WHEN I TELL U I SOBBED AND ALMOST BROKE MY BED. PLS PART TWO OF THIS

PLEASE SOMETHING HEART WRENCHING FOR HIM. NO. I CANT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I MIGHT DIE FROM DROWING IN LALL MY TEARS PLS I AM WILLING. WILLING TO GIVE U MY RUGHT KIDNEY ANYTHING. PLS JUST A LART TWO FLUFF FOR READERRRRR PLS

based on keep it to yourself by Clinton Kane (and carrie and big from satc)

You’ve been a mess since your breakup. At least, that’s what your ex, Kyotani likes to think. When clearly that’s not true as he’s been staring at that stupid engagement post for the past fifteen minutes. 

A post that you were tagged in. A post that he didn’t make, a post that he would’ve made if he hadn’t messed things up. Before he can stop himself, he grabs his keys and phone and heads out the door. Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on yours. 

“No,” you say, shaking your head, “no.”

You turn away from the door, but still, leave it open and he takes it as an invitation, walking in. 

“You didn’t have to post it.”

“Excuse me?” you question, walking into the kitchen and grabbing yourself a drink. 

“You’re fucking engaged now?”

You sigh as you start pouring and nod, “yeah, Ken, I am, so why are you here?” you ask, downing the drink in one gulp. 

“I always thought it would be-”

“It’s not,” you interrupt. 

“Yeah, I keep getting fucking reminders of that.”

“Please, as if you don’t post your girlfriend every other week!”

“I post her, I didn’t get fucking engaged to her!”

“What the hell? Is there some sort of rule where you can date and I can’t-”

“No, but you don’t have to throw it in my fucking face that your happier now, you can keep that yourself.”

“As if you do?”

‘I’m not happy!” he screams.

Your lips slightly part in surprise and you shake your head and start pouring again. 

“You’re so unfair,” you whisper. 

“Y/N–”

“You left me. Remember? Remember me crying and begging you to stay, do you remember that?”

“I remember wanting-”

“Yeah, but remember you left anyway!” you remind him, utterly exhausted. “What the fuck Kyo! Seriously, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I still love you.”

“What am I supposed to do with that? You have a fucking girlfriend as you're spewing this shit to me and I’m supposed to trust you? Let’s just say I did, what do you want me to break up with my fiance for you? Really? Was that what you expected? What, did you have some fucking convoluted fantasy where I can’t move on from you? Cause I can, and I did. I’m not some fucking broken doll that only you can fix. I’m not going to drop everything in my life just because you decide you want me again.”

“I never stopped wanting you, I just wanted better for you-”

“I have it! And you’re still here trying to mess everything up!”

“Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll go-”

“I don’t love you,” you respond all too quickly, “I’m not in love with you and I haven’t been since you left. And if you actually still love me as you claim, you’d fucking leave, and this time don’t come back.”

And he didn’t. But soon after he left your fiance did with dinner and the way your face lit up when you saw them confirmed you made the right choice. Which meant saying yes at the alter three months later was the easiest thing you’ve ever done. You had a beautiful wedding and an amazing honeymoon, posting all about both. But not before blocking Kyotani, taking his advice, and keeping it to yourself; at least his eyes, the ones that never got to see how big your smile was on the big day.

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[wh1sp3rr]

𑊡˚+₊📀✦ — alone again + multiple; one shot

cw: slight fluff, very slight angst, set in a dystopian environment & gn. reader

an: i highly highly recommend you listen to chamber of reflection by mac demarco on loop as you read this just for the immersion but besides that, enjoy reading <33

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there was something so pleasant about the mere sight of him crying in front of you: because of you. an overwhelming and condescending feeling of superiority wavered over you, making you believe you had full control of the situation, that is until you realise his gaze, heavy, was now set upon your lips rather than the floor, glancing up to your eyes shamelessly.

his weakened sniffles were now warming into heaves and puffs till he utters out in the quietest of voices; “i want to kiss you, please let me.” the silence that follows the statement allows you to maintain your composure before his thumb indents into those same lips he was craving and your eyes lock, his filled with lust while yours the same.

these moments were your guilty pleasure, the knowingness between the two of you of what comes next invites all but the unknown sentiment of euphoria. you were needy for him, just as he was for you and nothing was making that change, for better or for worse.

both having the same desire, same want, same need, you kiss– so slowly that it seems you’re engulfing each other whole. his knuckles elegantly trace your jawline before grazing the cut he had given you earlier, “i’m sorry,” he breaths out, and you feel a teardrop stain your cheek, the dampness being rubbed away by [his name]’s fingertip.

your peers were never able to pinpoint your relationship. some called you enemies, some complicated, some strangers, neither of these were the correct term for whatever you had going on but while both of you understood it was wrong, there was something so addictive that made it feel so fucking right.

lyrics repeating the words; ‘alone again’ over and over only ignited the kiss, lips melding harmoniously and in tune with the bluesy melody. it was one of the few tracks that remained unscathed but had grown to become yours and his favourite. as soon as it began to play, that was the others’ cue to back off from the room because they knew, you knew, he knew, what it meant.

‘[y/n]’, he whines, ‘[y/n]’, this time needier than the last. you simply hum in response, his name running a thousand miles in your head as if it were the only thing you knew.

he breaks the kiss. forehead leaning its weight against yours, “you’ve gotten better,” he chuckles with a rosy flush, “and you worse.” he stares at you, your nose bridges connected, “yeah?” he wipes his thumb on the corner of your mouth holding the string of saliva, “you know damn well i haven’t,” he says firmly.

You pause, glance at his thumb, gaze never relaxing and kiss the tip ever so delicately, with the utmost precision as if a touch too heavy would shatter it entirely. He cowers a little but sweeps the hair on your forehead back, slick with sweat as if to prove to himself that he isn’t fazed when that was anything but true.

He brushes himself off, fixes the hair that you instinctually clawed at and asks “How do I look?” before he poses jokingly.

“Just the way I like,” you say, dragging out the final syllable of each word. He rolls his eyes, a common gesture when it comes to him, but then he turns his back and the heavy displeasure in your heart maximises making your movements sluggish and irritated.

You’ll be in front of other people now, you can’t let them know and though they’re suspecting, what with [his name]’s overprotective trait manifesting through arms over shoulders and hands on your waist, there’s still a strong uncertainty within them.

You still long for commitment, unconditionality and cherish however, something that you wish your partner wasn’t afraid of just because of past experiences and core beliefs.

He wipes his sleeve through his nose, the sticky glisten grossing you out. “Ew,” you say meaning for it to be a thought.

He gives you a smile, the one where he’s either about to playfully tease you, or caress you so lovingly.

Your speculations are confirmed with the first option when he starts chasing you with his mucus-covered sleeve, “Dickhead, stop!” you laugh out, not necessarily pleasantly since you were still wary of said sleeve.

“You’re gonna have to run faster, little [girl/boy/one].” You find a safe spot in the corner of his bed, backing up further and further when his walk becomes slower and deeper with anticipation.

The bed’s broken ridges are played with by your fingers, the feeling of randomised patches sewn in is noticeable with every new texture just as familiar as the last.

This bed carries a lot of memories, some undiscovered and some well remembered, it was also where you spent the first night sleeping after the apocalypse had just hit. No amount of description will ever do justice to the unhinged fear you felt that is still carried by you at night when the atmosphere is unrestrained with solitude and danger.

“Fuck!” His snot has now become a part of your attire. He lets out a hearty laugh only to be cut short when you spit on your hand and wipe it on his chest. “Two can play at that game,” you say, conspicuous smugness marked on your face. “Smartass…” he mumbles with a smile still present from his laugh.

A tinge of guilt stings your heart, noticing the slight pink hue of his eyes, worsening when you acknowledge you are the fault for this.

You can’t think of anything to do to comfort him only your body acts on its own when it decides to cup his face with your calloused hands, thumbs wiping away the physical sadness still evident on his face.

He flinches of course, [his name] wasn’t always the biggest fan of physical touch but God knows he needs it, arguably more than you. Be that as it may, a weight is lifted off your chest to the softening of his expression, you’re glad you’re the fault for this.

His face turns to the window but you gently bring it to face you. Eye contact was not uncommon between you two yet it usually resulted in either one of you crying, yelling in a fit of rage or simply just hurting the other one; physically, emotionally, or a combination of the two.

This time was different though, it felt different. The track even remarkably kept playing after its second loop instead of going haywire and killing the mood.

For no exact reason, you lean forward, uncaring about the wetness your spit left on his shirt or the now drying mucus on his forearm.

To your surprise, he adjusts his position, making you lay down instead of lean uncomfortably. The symphony you were hearing was now no longer the music but his constant, slightly alleviated heartbeat.

Your thoughts get cut short when you feel light, benign vibrations against his chest and soon the atmosphere becomes heavy with yearning.

He’s humming along to the tune.

Your eyes widen, making the highlights in them grow. He’s never done that before, and you think this again when he croaks out the lyrics in a rasp several octaves lower than usual.

“No use looking out, it’s within that brings that lonely feeling.”

He stops singing but continues his mellow hum when you reach your hand up to his neck. He’s looking right at you now yet his stare isn’t filled with lust, or anguish or blind rage but genuine tenderness.

A smile creeps onto your face making your eyes squint and teeth show; “I like this side of you,” you whisper.

“Mhm?” he hums, “Mhm,” and with that, his eyes shut and his movements slow as you engage in yet another kiss, this one more intimate than the last.

His jawline is pleasantly acquainted with your lips as you reach his ear and murmur, “You’re so cute.”

He sighs and begins rubbing circles on your spine; “Now you know how I feel…” trailing off.

You harshly smooch his neck, a pop leaving your lips and somewhat echoing.

“Yeah,” you state, “I do.” If you were wearing lipstick, his skin would have a deepening rosy mark in the shape of your lips.

“Heyyy…” he says bashfully with warming cheeks & an amplified heartbeat.

You ignore this and repeat said action, this time softer and with a smile.

He lets out a chuckle whilst shaking his head and brings his hand up to rest in your hair, occasionally playing with the curls and making them bounce while you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, eventually falling into a tranquil slumber.

JASON TODD, bakugo, iwaizumi, TWDG MITCH, josuke, KYOTANI

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[tearsofcalamity]

handsy p2

⊹ character(s). satoru gojo ⊹ genre. n/sfw ⊹ tags. gn!reader (reader has a pussy/uses a strap but no pronouns used), dom!reader, sub!gojo, dacryphilia, pegging, toy usage (gojo receiving / vibrator, strap, onahole), degradation and praise (gojo receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation, face sitting, 69, cunnilingus, potentially unrealistic numbers of orgasms (gojo cums a lot), you ruin this man ⊹ part one here

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"so, satoru, is it everything you hoped?"

you stared down with disdain at the man on your bed, raising a brow as he let out a small whimper.

drool trailed down the side of his lip, tear tracks freshly dried on his cheeks as he tried desperately to catch his breath. even as he spoke his next words, his hips continued to buck into the air.

"n-no more... hah... c-can't take it..."

you clicked your tongue, sliding the remote to his favorite vibrator up to the max setting once more.

satoru sobbed, fresh tears wetting his cheeks as he jolted, the toy buzzing just right against his abused prostate. a glob of precum leaked out of his tip, his fingers twisting the sheets beneath him as he squirmed.

his cock was red, sensitive beyond belief from the sheer number of dry orgasms he'd suffered through. you'd only granted him the mercy of touching his cock once, and he'd cum on the spot then—a mistake, clearly, since you refused to stimulate him there beyond that.

"ah, ah," you tutted, pushing his thighs down. "keep still. we're not done yet."

"please!"

"please what, 'toru? use your words," you scolded.

the man bit down on his lip hard, trying to stifle his noises. "c-can't—"

"now, you keep saying you can't, satoru, but you were the one who asked for this. 'make me cum ten times over', you said. well, what's the problem?"

you punctuated your chastisement with a sharp tug to his snow white hair, watching his mouth fall agape as he bucked his hips into the air again. you smacked his thigh.

"I told you, none of tha—"

"please touch me!" satoru wailed, cutting you off short. "fuck me, please, please— hah, ah! please! please, touch me, fuck me—"

you cut him off next, grabbing his chin and yanking him towards you. "how many times have you cum so far, 'toru?"

blue eyes filled with a pathetic gleam as he stared back at you, lip wobbling as he tried to sort through his fucked-out thoughts. you'd had him here for hours, and he wasn't even sure if his count was correct any longer.

"e... eight...?"

"very good," you purred. "so two more to go, right?"

his eyes blew wide, clarity filling them as your hand reached down to tug gently at his weeping cock, your other hand yanking the vibrator out of his ass.

satoru's mouth fell open in a silent scream as he flailed, broken moans escaping him as you touched his dick at last. he was conflicted between moving towards and shying away from your touch, body shaking like a leaf as your hand moved slick thanks to his abundant precum.

between his sobs, the man suddenly found your cunt right above his face. he hadn't even noticed you shift positions.

even in his stupor, he stuck his tongue out, lapping at your juices eagerly as he resisted the urge to grab onto your thighs and pull you down onto him.

you bit back a moan as his tongue writhed against your clit, sucking up everything you had to offer as he keened with abandon. you made sure to show him how good he was being as you ran your fingertip along his cockhead, swiping up his pre and using it to ease the slide of your hand.

you cupped your fist, hollowing it around his cock and glancing back at him, still going at your pussy like a man starved.

"haha... s-satoru, can you even breathe?"

"haahhnnn..." the man exhaled a loud whimper as he continued eating you out, trying so hard to keep his hips still. trying so hard to be good, just for you.

he had gotten his fair share of orgasms already, but he might actually die if he didn't get to cum while lapping up everything you had to give.

you moaned, pleased, smirking back at him.

"dumb little slut," you hummed. "thrust up into my hand like a good little whore. let's see you work for your orgasm."

satoru practically howled with pleasure at your affirmation, his hips thrusting wildly as he used your hand to get off. each mild touch sent him into a frenzy, and at last he couldn't help it, grasping onto your thighs to pull you closer as he thrust his tongue inside of you.

to his surprise (though he didn't have many thoughts going for him at the moment anyhow), you allowed this, only giving his thigh a warning squeeze as he continued thrusting and thrusting.

"hnnn! hhnngh!"

his whines were getting louder, muffled by your pussy as he continued his pleasurable ministrations. his tongue flicked your clit, and you bit your lip.

"g-good boy, 'toru, very good... go on, now, make me cum. you want to cum too, don't you?"

"hnnngh- hnn! haaah— ah!" you tried to ease your pressure, give him some space to breathe, but he refused to let go of your thighs until you came all over his face. a few muffled words, your name and 'please's escaped him from beneath your smothering weight.

after so many orgasms, it was clear it wasn't going to take much for the poor man to shoot his load this time. a warning whimper left his lips, and immediately following it, satoru latched onto your clit with his lips and sucked hard.

you let a moan of your own loose into the air, covering your mouth with your free hand as you felt that delightful little knot coiling in your belly snap. your juices gushed all over his face, his tongue flicking over your clit to prolong your release as he kept his mouth open so as to not let a single drop go to waste.

at the same time, satoru keened, ropes of cum shooting out of his cockhead with each thrust into your hand. his hips stuttered pathetically, trembling violently as he came down from his high.

you had to take a shaky exhale as you came down from your climax, reaching back to wrench off the man's hands. he whined softly as you moved away from his face, donning a completely fucked-out expression as he huffed and panted.

"one more to go, satoru."

"n-no... can't..."

satoru's tongue lolled past his lips, your slick still covering his face as he lay in a daze. he didn't even protest when you pushed your hand towards his face, licking weakly to clean his own cum off your fingers, driven solely by instinct.

his eyes were trained on the ceiling, focused entirely on the fuzz in his brain, the lingering pleasure from his ninth orgasm fizzling out just as your two fingers slid inside of him to check if he was still slick.

satoru's sudden scream was music to your ears.

"nice and loose, looks like all that work we did earlier really helped, hmm, 'toru?"

"yesss— hnghh— no! hurts, t-too much, w-wait—"

you pressed down right where his sweet spot was, his back bending into a pretty arch as you did so.

"aah! ah! p-please, more, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—"

"greedy whore."

"y-yes!" he sobbed, eyes blown wide with pleasure as he felt a very familiar pressure against his rim, replacing the feeling of your fingers. "p-plea— oh!"

you practically took his breath away as you slid into him all in one fluid motion, the strap filling him to the brim and putting a delicious pressure on his g-spot.

but that wasn't all. the man froze up as he felt another sensation around his cock, a slick, tight, and erotic sort of sensation.

his eyes filled with tears at the sight of your wicked smirk, his cockhead sinking right into the fleshlight you had carefully prepared for him.

he didn't think it was even further possible after all he'd been through tonight, but one look at your eyes and he knew — he was going to get ruined.

you immediately began moving, shoving his cock into the onahole with vigor, slamming your hips against his ass.

the tears broke past satoru's eyes, slipping down his cheeks as he wailed into the air, fingers tearing the sheets as your strap pounded his deepest spots.

"y/n! y-y/n! too much! too much!" he sobbed, screaming, mouth agape as his tongue lolled. drool was beginning to pool on the pillow his head rested upon.

"look at you. moaning like a bitch in heat. you're such a pathetic little whore."

satoru was too far gone, your words muffled by the haze over his mind as his dick was thoroughly massaged by the toy, his prostate taking the steady pumps of your cock. each slam delivered a jolt of pure pleasure that caused him to tremble from head to toe.

"s-so good! ah! ah! hurts! more! aahhhnnn~!"

he didn't even have it in him to be embarrassed at the high-pitched keen he let out, his squeals and whines so loud that anyone in the next town over could likely hear him, even from the comfort of your bedroom.

you sped up both motions, the schlick, schlick, schlick of his cock in the toy accompanied by the smacking of skin on skin as you bottomed out inside of him.

"s-so deep— uhhnnn! fuck! fuck! g'na— please— deeper— harder!"

you complied, of course, gripping satoru's waist with one hand while your other squeezed the onahole, intent on wringing his cock dry.

satoru's jaw went lax, eyes glazed over. every pound to his prostate brought him closer and closer, the jelly-like material of the fleshlight rubbing right over that sweet, sweet spot beneath the head of his cock—

"g'na cum, g'na cum, y/n, y/n please, n-need it, need—"

"shhh, shhh. dumb little sluts don't need to think," you cooed, huffing out a laugh as you moved to pinch his tongue, watching as he instinctively began sucking on your thumb.

he only broke free from his suckling haze as his eyes went wide, a choked gasp leaving him as you pounded him harder, deeper, faster.

"c-cumming! cumming! g'na— c-cum, cum, cumming, please!"

you squeezed again, bullying his prostate just right, stroking his cock in just the way you knew drove him absolutely wild.

"go on, 'toru. cum for me."

"ah— aaaahhhh, fuck! fuuuuck!"

satoru choked on air, a broken wail echoing off the walls as he spurted into the onahole, hips bucking and trembling violently as you gradually slowed your thrusts. his thick, creamy cum overflowed the toy, flowing down over his cock and onto his tummy as he fought desperately to catch his breath, little spurts escaping his dick as he tried to regain control over his bodily functions.

you pulled out gently, drawing another whine from his lips, removing the onahole from around his pretty cock which caused yet another weakened noise.

"did so well," you cooed, brushing his sweat-slicked bangs away from his eyes. "look at you. so pretty when you cum, 'toru. did that feel good?"

all satoru could do was nod, his breathing ragged and irregular, his body still trembling minutely. you kissed away his tears, rubbing his hip as you lay down next to him.

"feel good?" you asked softly. "everything you wanted?"

the man whimpered a bit, tilting his head to bury into your neck, nodding gently again.

you trailed your fingers over the various bruises and marks you had left along his neck and shoulders earlier, smiling fondly.

"I'll call us out from work for tomorrow, mkay?"

when he pulled back with widened blue eyes, you chuckled.

"to give you a day to rest, satoru, not to fuck your brains out again. sure your cute ass is all sore now."

satoru pouted a bit, looking away.

"...I could handle it."

"oh, is that a challenge?"

at once, his pout dissipated into a sweet smile as he turned back to you, nerves causing his brow to twitch. he knew damn well he wasn't up for another 10 rounds.

"I didn't say anything at all~"

"right, right..."

"mmmm..." regaining a bit of his mind, satoru adjusted himself so he was cuddled right into you, a catlike grin on his face. "love you. thank you. felt really good."

you only laughed.

"love you too, satoru."

#n/sfw #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #jjk x reader #i feel like this is baaaad #but #HAD to write abt pegging gojo #and making him eat mad pussy #and making him cry and get fucked and whimper #ok listen #hes totally a whimperer #i know ive established this #but YOU KNOW!!! #anyways #(tosses it to u like a slab of meat to rabid dogs) #enjoy tumblr.... #katze's secret corner

[brokenpieces-72]

Stray Fluff

This is part 2. Part 1 is here. If you have any ideas or want to be included in the Taglist, leave a comment or send me a request. In this fic you are a dog, 100% canine, not a human. Enjoy.

“Pffah!” Johnny spat as he fruitlessly held out his arms for cover, and turned his head away while you shook your fur once again. The soap went everywhere including Johnny’s face, getting a bit in his mouth. Kyle shielded himself as well, as you wagged your tail unaware of their displeasure.

“Maybe we should call you trouble.” Kyle suggested, looking right at you. You just panted happily. Kyle couldn't stay mad at that face.

“Don’t name it Gaz ya’ll just get attached.” Johnny said, grumpily.

“The dog isn’t going much of anywhere mate. They’re staying here until we get a transfer sorted for them.” Gaz reminded him.

“Alright get over here mutt.” Soap commands. You obey, but not how he wanted. You walked over to him for another round of shampoo, and jumped up to lick his face, getting him even more soaked and drenched than before. Kyle was sympathetic enough to pull you off of Johnny who was getting fed up with your antics.

Price was still on video call with Laswell trying to figure out what can be done about the poor dog. Meanwhile Laswell was still trying to figure out how to deal with a dog and getting it safely off the base.

“And it stole a ration?” She asked.

“A potato yes. Soap was very adamant.” Price said, with a hint of sarcasm behind his statement.

“Hmm…” Laswell said before starting to mutter over the video call.

“You’re breaking up watcher.” Price commented.

"The dog is from an animal testing facility. Beauty products most likely." Kate exclaimed.

"Dog doesn't show any signs of testing, at least none that I've noticed." Price pointed out.

“There’s a stamp on the collar with a few numbers and a small logo but I can't make out what the logo is. This is very strange, John."

“Tell that to my sergeants currently giving the mutt a flea bath." Price commented. There was a small chuckle from Laswell.

“You’ll be the first to know if anything else comes up. Call it a fixation, but I'm going to do more digging, for now the dog will have to stay with on base.” Laswell said.

"Ghost is already out getting some extra supplies." Price said, guessing this would happen.

"I'll let you know what I find. Watcher out." Laswell said before signing off. Price sat back in his seat sighing. The Dog would stay until they figured out where it came from or a shelter could take it.

Price stood up and headed outside. As soon as he opened the door though, you slipped in, covered in shampoo and water. Price got out of the just in time to keep Johnny and Kyle from running into him. You’re around the corner of the hall in mere seconds with the two sergeants hot on your tail. Price just stood there and shaking his head in disbelief. Simon was standing next to him in a couple of minutes seeing the captain’s wet leg from you rubbing against him, and the remaining trail of puddles. He looked at his captain.

“What do we do with the dog?” He asked. Price looked back at his lieutenant and down the hall again, with neither you nor the sergeants in sight.

Each of the 141 came up with their own ideas. Or sometimes you were the one who came up with the idea.

Kyle would use his off time to give you attention. Didn't take long for it to become a bit of a routine and one you picked up on, finding him somewhere on base just finishing up, poking your head in and wagging your tail. It became a highlight of his day, and yours, as you got plenty of scratches and even belly rubs. Kyle enjoyed it for the chance to be active in a more positive sense. Work could be tiring for him, and he wouldn’t always go outside and throw something for you, but he welcomed snuggles on his bunk. Sometimes you would help with his work, actually listening to his instructions when you're ordered to drop it.

At one point Kyle decided to teach you some basic commands and even had a K9 unit and trainer join to help you learn as well. Yeah uh... you kept getting him tangled in the leash, and more than once you fell off whatever makeshift ramps and platforms they made. You did learn how to sit, stay, and go with leash tugs and spoken word. The K9 trainer would look after you whenever Kyle and the rest of the 141 had to leave to go on missions. You would often spend your days waiting on Kyle's bed for him to return. Anytime you overheard a chopper or jeep you would spring off the bed, barking excitedly until you got outside, standing and waiting to see if they had returned safely.

For the most part, you followed Johnny around while he was working out or doing other stuff on base. He found you a bit of a nuisance. If he didn't give you attention even when you were being so well-behaved, you would nip at his hand or leg. This led to him giving you attention, but it was usually just to chase you off. At one point though while he was working out he started doing sit-ups. You went over to him and sat at his feet before putting your paws on his knees. Your happy face stopped him before he got his first sit making him chuckle. After you helped him with sit-ups you made his push-ups more of a challenge, laying on his back. Johnny was able to distract you with a ball, but you two become more comfortable with each other. Eventually, he’s taking you with him to go running, using a leash to keep you from running too far ahead. You’re still a kind-hearted menace though, taking any food he leaves in reach of your mouth.

Simon found you very helpful. You’re a dog, and he could talk to you when he needed it. On occasion, he finds you sleeping in his bed, sometimes on his chest. You are not unwelcomed. Often you are discovered after he wakes up, sometimes from nightmares. You wake with him, and with you on top of him, you ground him.

“Good dog.” He muttered one night in a cold sweat. You stared at him in the dark and then felt his rough calloused hands massaging your ears. He found you soothing, even when you’re just hiding under the table waiting for something to drop. Simon doesn’t bother sneaking food, he straight up slips it to under the table.

Price didn't know what to make of you for the first week or so. You’re not like most stray dogs that tend to be frightened of humans. You’re curious and you openly show that curiosity. Price is often writing reports and doing paperwork so you’ll try to distract him, by getting a ball or stick. You get a ball and start begging for him to play with you. He has to focus on his work and he expresses this to you multiple times. Then you would see if you could get him to see the toy. He would scold you, and wrestle with you to get off his lap or desk.

Price sighed as one such wrestle led to the ball falling and bouncing away for you to chase. Then he noticed the time. Thinking for a moment he did need to take a break.

“Outside?” He asked you. You looked at him with the ball in your mouth, tilting your head. He asked again. “Outside?”

You wagged your tail as he got up, stretching and feeling his back crack before he took you outside. He was able to track down a large pillow, which was left by his desk for you to relax on so you could nap while you waited for him to finish. After that, if he ever has to step out of his office for drills or anything you’re walking right next to him, toy in mouth. You sit anytime he addresses the soldiers, at attention with the toy still in your mouth. If you couldn't be found on Kyle's bunk when the 141 were away, you could be found waiting on the pillow.

One day Laswell and Nikolai come by. Laswell was there to talk to Price and go over some intel, Nikolai came along as her ride (and to meet you). Kyle had you on a leash and you sat patiently. Laswell was somewhat impressed, seeing as your first story involved you getting into trouble.

“Captain.” Laswell said, shaking the captain’s hand, and then Kyle’s. “Sergeant.”

You gave a soft and polite woof, shifting your two front paws. Laswell couldn’t help but offer a hand for you to sniff. You sniffed it and then offered your own paw to shake which she accepts. None of them had seen you do that before. Nikolai is chuckling.

“Good dog. Knows manners better than most.” Nikolai commented.

“Take it no one has any ideas where the dog came from?” Kyle asked. Laswell shook her head. They all walked bavk inside and you retrived a ball as soon as Kyle got you off the leash. Johnny was close by, along with Simon intent to listen to Laswell’s intel. You took your toy to Laswell and basically sat on her feet staring up with puppy dog eyes. Johnny is snickering while Nikolai is laughing. Laswell looked back down at you while you wait for her to take the toy.

“John could you call them off?” Laswell asked the captain. Then she saw the grin on his face.

“‘fraid there’s only one way for that Laswell.” Johnny exclaimed. Laswell gave him a look that had him avoiding eye contact. You continued wagging your tail waiting for her to accept your gift. Laswell gave in and took the toy. She held it up for you to see before tossing it. You sprung after it quickly and picked it up again, this time bringing it to Nikolai. Nik wasted no time, playing with you, and even doing fake throws. Every time you returned it to him, he gave you plenty of praise and pets. This goes on for a short bit before Laswell can convince the rest of the team to go into a room to start the briefing. You follow the team inside where you're kept occupied by Nikolai.

While Laswell went over the meeting Johnny noticed you out of the corner of your eye and bites his tongue. To his surprise, you sat politely and listened to Laswell as she went over the intel she had brought with her.

Then Laswell brought you up in her intel, making you tilt your head. “Your canine may not be a simple stray.”

Laswell tapped the tablet and the view of the map moved and highlighted a specific location. A factory of some kind. “As suspected they were being used for animal testing. What they were testing was a serum. One that has yet to work without killing the subject.”

“They want to use this on humans?” Simon questioned, thinking this was starting to sound like a plot to a cheesy action movie. If Laswell brought up “super soldiers” he would’ve walked out or called bluff.

“No.” Laswell said. “They’re using it on animals.”

@yourlovely-moon @kaoyamamegami @H0n3y_L3m0n @sans-chara @1mommyrose4ever29 @smitten-haematite-quartz @talia-the-gemini @yuki2129 @whitetiger846 @graystorm444

#john soap mactavish #task force 141 x reader #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #cod nikolai #kate laswell #doggo #dog reader #nonhuman #dog bath #how is this a thing #I’m not mad it’s a thing #just shocked #didn’t think this would be request to have a part 2 #call of duty modern warfare

[system-to-the-madness]

Midnight At Osanbashi Pier - Dazai Osamu x Reader

Pairing: Dazai Osamu x fem!Reader Genre: hurt/comfort - fluff Word Count: 2 611 Warnings: OOC!Dazai (sorry), sexual harassment (not by Reader or Dazai!) Summary: Your date for New Years starts getting pushy but luckily Dazai is there to interfere A/N: For @un-lawliet ... and the photographs are actually from taken from Osanbashi Pier in Yokohama on New Years Eve 2023

Masterlist

Behind your back, blue lights of the harbour illumination were sparkling brightly in the last minutes of the old year, but their glitter did nothing to easy your discomfort. You really regretted having agreed to this date with the barista from the café you always picked the Armed Detective Agency's order up from. Especially since the longer the date progressed the more you wished you had instead agreed to spend New Year's Eve with the other members of the ADA. The man, John, was cute, with huge blue eyes and lazily sideways swiped hair, the American accent in his voice giving his speech a charming tilt.

And he was a welcome distraction from those coffee-brown eyes that kept haunting you.

Dazai was your coworker, you kept telling yourself, and he was the flirtiest man you knew. He flirted pretty much with everything and anything that crossed his path, except for you. In the beginning you had been rather happy he hadn't focused on you the same way he did with everyone else, but the better you got to know him, the more you hoped he'd also pay attention to you the way he seemed to do with everyone else. Sure, receiving the attention you had been craving for the past year would probably only make your feelings for him worse and end in heartbreak, considering he could never be serious. You had seen him go out with enough girls only to barely acknowledge them after, as if one date had been enough for him to completely lose any and all interest in them entirely. You feared if Dazai were to ever direct his attention to you, you'd end up meeting the same fate.

Your thoughts got interrupted by two warm and strong hands on your waist, making you tense up. Your date, John, had tried being handsy with you all evening and honestly, the more he tried the more your alarm bells rang. Not to mention that the date didn't go as planned at all. First he had been late and had dragged you to some cheap pizza place instead of the rice bowl restaurant you had agreed on. Then he had continued talking only about himself and how amazing it was for him to have scored a place in the exchange program to Japan before he even started making degrading comments about your "office job" because, unwilling to explain to him about abilities and the ADA, you had told him you worked as an assistant in a detective agency, which he had somehow understood as an invitation to look down on all office workers ever.

You should have called it quits after that, telling him you wanted to end the date there and instead have called up Kunikida to pick you up, so you could spend the rest of the evening with your coworkers and friends. But John had convinced you to come to Osanbashi Pier with him, so you had only sent a quick text to Atsushi, complaining about your situation.

Sure, the view over the harbour towards night-time Yokohama was fantastic and the light show, the illumination and the music creating a beautiful atmosphere, but with John sticking to your side, trying to pull you in every chance he got, you'd be lying if you said it didn't destroy the mood.

"Only ten seconds left of this year now," he whispered his tall frame towering over you, warm breath fanning over your ear, making you shudder.

The crowd around you began a count down, and you pressed closer to the balustrade of the pier, trying to avoid the overbearing contact with John's body, but he only stepped closer.

The Ferris Wheel at the other side of the harbour counted down the remaining seconds, colourful lights shining through the cool December night. You wondered what their light would look like reflected in Dazai's eyes.

Just when the countdown hit two, John spun you around to face him, and leant in. Panic surged through you, and before his lips could touch yours, you twisted in his arms, pushing away from him.

"What do you think you're doing," you shouted over the cheering of the crowd around you as the clock stroke midnight. The Ferris Wheels lit up in all colours of the rainbow.

"New Year's Kiss, what did you think," John grinned broadly as if he were proud of himself, reaching for your waist again to pull you back in.

"No thanks, I'm good," you denied.

His expression shifted from overly cheerful to threatening.

"I think I deserve one, don't you? I've been very patient with you the whole evening!"

"I said no." You tried sounding strong, but somehow a proper fight was a lot easier than standing up for yourself. Carefully you took a step back.

"What do you mean, no?"

Another step back and you collided with something warm an firm; the chest of another guest.

"I do suppose she meant it in the way it usually is used, as a denial or rejection," a male voice interrupted, the voice belonging to the man you had stumbled into. A shiver ran down your spine as you recognised it as Dazai's. What was he doing here? "But do correct me if I'm wrong, my love." Affectionately he patted your head as he always did. The contact sent excited sparks through your body.

"Who the hell are you," John snarled, taking a threatening step towards Dazai and you. Instinctively you tensed, preparing to defend yourself, but then Dazai's hand slipped from your head to rest on your shoulder instead, and you knew he was ready to pull you behind himself, should the need arise.

"The person who will make sure to snap your hands off at the wrist if you dare touching her again without her explicit wish."

You knew Dazai's words were directed at John to protect you, but you still couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine at the ice in his voice. Feeling you tremble, Dazai squeezed your shoulder gently through the long coat you were wearing, his caring touch such a strong contrast to the threat in his words.

"Dazai-"

Carefully you turned around to face him, trusting him to warn you in time should John try to move in. His usually warm brown eyes were hardened with disgust, leaving no doubt about how angry he was on your behalf. Behind your back, somewhere over the harbour, fireworks exploded in the night sky, earning "ahh"s and "ohh"s from the crowd around you. The reds and greens lit Dazai's face up from one side, making him look even more threatening. But you also couldn't help but think that if the expression in his eyes had been softer, he would have looked angelic.

"What's your problem, man," John asked, sounding truly annoyed now.

"My problem is that you tried to kiss her when she clearly told you she didn't want you to. We might go as far as calling it sexual assault," Dazai hissed, trying to take a step forward, but you placed your hand at his chest, stopping him. With every deep inhale he took the cool fabric of his open coat shifted slightly over the smooth material of the expensive waistcoat he wore, giving away how worked up he was. Immediately his brown eyes flickered down to your hand on his chest and then your eyes.

"Don't," you mumbled and Dazai's eyes softened immediately.

"What? You gonna let her put a leash on you like some fucking dog?" John's continuously raised voice started drawing the attention of the people around you to the dispute, making you want to hide against Dazai's chest.

"Oh, kinky," the detective chuckled. "Are you into that, my love?" The last part was directed at you, driving heat to your cheeks.

"Hey-"

John took a step forward, but before you could react, Dazai had shoved you behind him.

"If you take one more step, we'll find out if I can throw you far enough that you'll actually hit the harbour and not the street below," Dazai warned, the playful edge in his voice having vanished again entirely, leaving only a sharp cold. "What do you think, my love? It's quite far to the water. Think he'll make it?"

Tightly gripping onto Dazai's arm, should he actually plan on making good on his words, you directed your attention to John again.

"You should leave," you advised.

Much to your surprise John didn't disagree and instead turned away from you with a clearly audible "bitch" on his lips.

When the next firework exploded in a rain of reds and oranges in the sky above you, he had disappeared in the crowd. Immediately Dazai turned to you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and leaning down to eye level.

"Are you okay? Are you cold? You're shivering." The concern with which Dazai treated you now was the exact opposite of the way he had talked to John just a second ago. At his question you realised he was right. You were indeed shivering, but not from the cold and rather the stress the past minutes had caused you.

"How did you find me," you asked instead of answering as Dazai shrugged his coat off and threw it over your shoulders, tucking it into place without meeting your eyes.

"Atsushi showed me your message about how you wanted to leave and didn't know how. I got worried," he admitted and somehow he sounded unfamiliarly sincere, still evading your gaze.

"Thank you," you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder when you realised he wouldn't look at you.

"Can't have anything happening to you, you're too important to me," Dazai whispered, wrapping his arms around you, and holding you close, nuzzling his nose against your hair. He faintly smelled of green tea and ginger cookies.

For a moment you stood still like that, only processing what he had said.

"Why do you always call me 'my love'”, you suddenly asked, trying to pull away far enough to look at Dazai's face, but he kept you pressed to his chest.

"Can't you tell?"

Blue and purple fireworks lit up the night.

"Would I ask if I could?"

He sighed gently, placing a kiss against your hair. "You're not some tempting looking berry that could kill me with the first bite. You're- well, my love."

This time when you tried pulling away, he let you. His eyes reflected the glow of the Ferris Wheel behind your back and the sparks of the fireworks in the sky above the pier. The little light was enough to reveal the vulnerability in his gaze. It was strange. Dazai Osamu didn't do vulnerable. He was wrapped in bandages, protecting the traces of his hurtful past from preying eyes, always wore a cocky smile to hide the sadness that sometimes threatened to shimmer through. You knew him well enough to have seen him pull up these walls more than once. But now instead of throwing the gates to his soul shut, he pulled them wide open, letting you see everything, the pain, the fear, and seemingly infinite amounts of love. For a moment you thought you should be scared of being let in, being presented with all his heart like this. But instead all you felt was overwhelming gratitude and relief at finding your feelings returned.

Reaching up, you brushed a strand of his hair out of his forehead. His skin was cool to the touch and his eyes flickered closed for a moment before he forced them open again, giving you a long and intense look which finally pulled the words from your lips which you had held back for too long already.

"Please kiss me."

Dazai's eyes widened surprised at your request and flickered to your lips, but he hesitated. Instead of leaning in, his gaze grew absentminded for a moment, a muscle in his jaw ticking. Still focused on the way you nervously but your lip, he slowly spoke.

"If you let me kiss you now, you'll never get rid of me again," he warned.

"Who says I want to?"

"I mean it," his eyes finally found yours again as if he had snapped back into the moment. "I know you think I'll just move on like I do with everyone else, but the reason I can't stay with anyone else is because they aren't you."

Instead of answering him, you just kept looking at him, challengingly. Usually, Dazai was not one to easily loose a staring match, but this time he caved far quicker than you had anticipated. The only warning you got was a twitch of his nose before he leant in, pressing his soft lips against yours, making your eyes flicker closed. The smell of green tea filled your nose, as golden stars exploded over your heads, shining through your closed eyelids. Dazai's kiss was careful but determined as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you against him and when you wrapped your hand into the short hair in his nape, he quietly sighed into the kiss, sending another shiver through your body.

Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that you could have sworn Dazai had to feel it and as if he had read your thoughts, he moved one hand from your waist, and instead slowly ran it up and down your back, gently comforting you into the kiss only to teasingly run the tip of his tongue against your lips once you had relaxed into his arms, making you inhale sharply at the foreign sensation and the sweet taste. Your reaction pulled a warm chuckle from his lips and heat into your cheeks but when you tried pulling away, he only let you do so for a moment before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you back against his lips, this time more urgent, making you gasp which in turn allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

It felt like he had taken up all your senses, his hair smooth under your fingers, the scent of green tea filling your nose, his breath and your heartbeat in your ears equally drowning out any other sound, his subtle taste of ginger cookies and mints making you dizzy. And when you pulled away, blinking your eyes open and gasping for breath, you met his eyes, fireworks of gold and silver reflecting in dark pools of brown that seemed to have found their own glow from within, shining with something you had never seen this strong in his eyes before. But it had been there for a long time, you suddenly realised, this softness with which he considered you, affection, that usually was well guarded behind the mask he always wore so meticulously. But now he had dropped that mask, for you. And that had to be the greatest gesture of trust you could imagine.

A smile pulled at Dazai's lips as he watched you study his face, not the usual teasing or silly smile, but an honest, heartfelt one.

"Happy New Year," you mumbled, reaching up, brushing the back of your fingers over his cheek. You could have sworn a slight hint of pink dusted over his face but in the dim and ever-changing light of the fireworks it was impossible to be certain.

Dazai laughed quietly, placing his hands at your waist, under his coat which he had thrown over your shoulders earlier, but over your own jacket and pulled you against him until your hips were flushed against his.

"Happy New Year," he whispered back before he leant in to kiss you once more.

#dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu x you #osamu dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai osamu x y/n #osamu dazai x y/n #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs x y/n #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #mad bsd #mad fluff

[sagisatoru]

um ok so basically i read htbad by @/prettyboykatsuki obsessively and also another fic i cannot remember who exactly wrote rn but here is this bc uhm yeah 🛌 cw: pet play…gojo’s weird asf but what’s new (definitely not projecting) also boot riding 😔 degrading but like a little

“Such a good girl for me. Is that what you’re waiting to hear?” Satoru sneers down at you— knees on the ground, sitting straddling one of his boots as you grind on it, whining as you nod at him with wide eyes.

Gojo’s cold glare melts into an amused smirk. Pathetic, he thinks. Truthfully, his eyes are about to roll into the back of his skull from how needy you look, how desperate. He could say whatever he wanted to you right now and you’d only ask for his cock. Satoru plays with an idea as if it were a marble in his mind.

“Like a dog,” he says darkly, meant to be teasing, but just saying the words steal a bit of air from his lungs. You can’t help but whine again, grinding your hips harder against him to get some more friction. You should be ashamed, but the tension makes it hard to focus on anything other than pleasure as you rub against the laces of his shoe.

Gojo likes you like this, he thinks. Throwing yourself all over him, grinding on him like you just can't help yourself. “You need better manners, though,” he sighs, pulling you up and placing you in his lap. Pulls your underwear to the side and sits you right on his half-hard dick.

“Let's start the first lesson; patience.”

#hi hello so uhm #okay. #also plz don’t be mad i didn’t directly tag #it’s just i would implode if prettyboykatsuki ever perceived me istg #id die of shock and awe #BUT PLZ READ HOW TO BE A DOG 😩‼️ #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo smut #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #cw pet play #cw degradation #cw boot riding #(do i cw that ??) #smut #divider cred to cafekitsune!!! #juni writes

[stuffeddeer]

just thought of the most rom-com scenario ever. reader is the new hire for the ADA and immediately off the bat, dazai is dazai. reader just takes it as the typical sense of humor and just laughs it off, thinking he’s not actually interested considering his many various ventures. eventually the two of them are assigned to missions quite often (with atsushi as a third wheel) and the two get along great in terms of humor, personality, work in the field… it boggles atsushi’s mind that the two of them aren’t at least going on ONE date. one night dazai tells him in a drunken stupor over the phone he has feelings for y/n but doesn’t want to ruin what they have. y/n ends up telling atsushi they don’t know what to do if they keep getting missions with dazai because one of these days they may slip up due to him just BEING there. he ends up confiding in both yosano and kunikida about it when the two are out of the office and they both just go “y/n and HIM??? anyone deserves better than THAT” but yosano means it in a more teasing way and kunikida means it in a serious way because. kunikida. thus begins a quest for atsushi; to bring the two together, and it drives him NUTS because the two both don’t think the other likes them. dazai assumes y/n would rather have interest in any other guy and y/n assumes dazai would rather have interest in any other person. this ends up with many funny scenarios such as:

1. atsushi leaving a note on dazai’s desk that reads “i want to talk to you in the hallway at __ time today.” and leaving an identical one on y/n’s desk so they can cross paths outside of working together and possibly start a convo and go somewhere. it backfired and the two just say “weird coincidence. everyone must’ve got this!” and wave bye

2. atsushi trying to subtly tell dazai y/ns favorite flower and he just says “oh, that’s great! are you getting them a birthday present early or something”

3. even kunikida being forced into trying to help by asking dazai if he is interested in hanging out with him and y/n (so he can pretend to end up being sick and it would just be dazai and y/n) and dazai saying “oh, is this some sort of elaborate scheme you’re planning on order to have a date with y/n and so it won’t be awkward with just the two of you? i’ll pretend to be sick when it happens for you!” LIKE GOD DAMM DAZAI STOP BEING INSECURE ITS YOU BOY?!

basically stuff like that goes on so much to the point where when the ADA is out celebrating a successful year of missions at a karaoke bar atsushi just yells out over the mic: “I HAVE HAD ENOUGH THIRD WHEELING HERE!!!!! Y/N AND DAZAI YOU BOTH likeeachother-“ and they’re just. WHAT

(SORRY FOR ALL THE TEXT LMFAO)

anon you literally wrote this for me idek what to say you’re so cool

Atsushi’s eyes widened. “What?! I can’t go on this mission, I have, um… an appointment.” Nailed it. “Dazai can take my place! He’s not doing anything right now.” Normally, Kunikida would have pointed out this obvious lie, but he remained quiet - pretty much everyone in the agency knew what he was up to.

Dazai actually was doing something for the first time in a while, but surely this mission was much more important. The brunet took off with you, headed out on an actually very unimportant mission you definitely could’ve taken care of on your own while Atsushi planned.

The tiger boy was quick to tell you and Dazai upon your return about tonight’s important karaoke celebration! And when you tried to weasel your way out of it, Yosano had practically dragged you down to the place. You were ushered next to Dazai as Atsushi and Yosano chose songs for everyone to sing. They said it was to make sure Dazai didn't pick something depressing or you would try to bail out again - this way, everyone had to go. But also... this way, you and Dazai would be stuck singing a romantic duet.

Of course, the two of you took it horribly wrong (in Atsushi's opinion), you both fully committing to the "joke song" Atsushi selected, wholly pretending in the moment. He'd wanted some romantic moment where you two realized you were destined to be together, but you both are just so stupid—

Atsushi had been up next, and was gripping the microphone tightly. He wasn't one to let his anger take over, but this was just getting ridiculous. As the opening notes played to the song he chose, he shouted out your deepest secret, and Dazai's as well.

You both like each other.

With slack jaws and wide eyes, every agency member stared at Atsushi in shock. He'd turned pink as he realized his mistake, muttering apologies as he placed the mic back down. Tense silence filled the air, the only sound being the scraping of Ranpo's spoon along the ceramic ice cream dish he'd ordered.

After a moment, Yosano started clapping. "Someone had to say it, and we all knew they wouldn't."

The rest of karaoke was horribly awkward for you and Dazai. You'd moved ever so slightly away from each other, completely embarrassed. What if Atsushi had just made up that Dazai likes you back? What if Atsushi had just made up that you like Dazai back? All either of you knew is that he had yelled out your biggest secret, and neither of you were too excited to sing anymore.

The lights had been turned on and everyone was gathering their things. It had been a fun night out, all things considered. Yosano got completely hammered and Ranpo couldn't direct his way home if his life were at stake, so Kunikida and Atsushi led the both of them back to their homes (with Kyouka right on Atsushi's tail). The Tanizaki siblings had left a bit before everyone for whatever their reasons were, so just you and Dazai were left standing outside the karaoke bar, awkwardly gazing out at the quiet city.

"So... tonight was different, huh?" You spoke anxiously, picking at a loose thread on your top.

"I didn't expect Ranpo to be that good a singer," Dazai replies with a polite smile.

You sighed. The last thing you wanted was for things to turn awkward between the two of you. "Listen, Dazai— "

"Do you want to walk home with me?" He cut you off.

You smiled softly, letting out a small chuckle. "Of course."

#id watch the fuck out of this romcom btw #id probably struggle thru it bc miscommunication plot lines make me so mad #i’m looking at you to all the boys series……. #this is just my way of shoehorning my hate for tatb biting scratching growling #lara jean and peter i will find you #🦌anon #🦌request #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bungo stray dogs fanfic #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you

[litepowee]

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴅᴜᴍʙᴀꜱꜱ

synopsis: Shion comes 'round to get patched up, but it seems he forgot what day it is today. (surprise it's his birthday!!)

warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, gn!reader, self-indulgent

a/n: shion was actually my first blorbo ever so the biggest happy birthday to my mad dog <33

✧ comments/reblogs are super duper appreciated ✧

As the warm orange sun set behind him, Shion dragged his feet up the metal stairs leading to your apartment. It had become a routine after every gang fight to come back to you. Always welcoming him with a roll of your eyes, and a face mixed with annoyance and pain, but nonetheless you never hesitate to patch him up. 

Today was no different, as a cool March breeze swept through his blonde hair. Shion knocks on the door, hearing shuffling from within before a small click of a lock reveals you. A simple, but comfortable fit adorn with an apron tied around your waist. 

Your eyes quickly scan over Shion, and sigh, “Really? Weren’t you just beat up a couple of days ago?” He lets out a little chuckle pretending not to hear that as you step aside to let him in. 

“It ain’t nothing major. Just some scratches.” Shion calls over his shoulder as he slides his Tenjiku jacket off, laying it on the couch armrest. The comforting scent of fresh chocolate cake hits his senses, “You good? What’cha baking?” He calls out.

Being met with silence he considers going into your little corner of a kitchen to see, but after another second you break it, “Don’t come back here! M’ a mess, just getting stuff to clean up.” He complies without second thought, examining his hands which he notes are a little bloody and bruised even with the use of his brass knuckles. 

You pop out of the kitchen, no longer wearing the apron but carrying a little first aid kit. The couch dips down as you sit beside him, resting the kit on your lap. You met his gaze on his hands, before digging up some antiseptic spray, “Give me your hands.” Mumbling out as Shion extends out his hands. 

The difference between you two is night and day. 

Skillful and dainty hands work at his scuffed up bloody ones. Shion hisses as the antiseptic spray meets his cuts, “C’mon don’t be a baby.” Mumbling out, as you rummage around for some wrapping. “It stings y'know!” 

Your eyes scan over his hands, deeming them to be taken care of. Glancing up at him you notice a small cut and dried blood on his cheek, just edging below his tattoo. “How do you even manage…” Words trailing off as you dig around looking for something to clean the dried blood. 

Shion only humming in response, watching your focused eyes dart around. He can’t help but smile inwardly at how, even if you act annoyed with him, you never fail to take care of him after a gang fight. Though he would never dare to say that out loud, in fear of losing this.

In fear of losing you.

Losing you? It’s not like you're his to begin with. Just friends. So why would he be so worried about losing you? 

He’s brought out of his thoughts as he realizes how close you’ve gotten to his face. “Oi! Damn jumpscare.” Pulling back to put some space up, clicking your tongue in response. “Shion, just hold still, will you? I gotta get this stuff off you.” Leaning forward you raise a hand to his cheek, keeping him still as you dab a cotton ball against his cut. 

Still as a statue, he prays you won’t notice how much his face is heating up. Have your hands always been this soft? Did your eyes always look that pretty? Shion couldn’t help but stare, not even noticing the slight sting of the cut. It wasn’t until you smoothed the band-aid out on his cheek that he broke his stare on you.

“Honestly Shion. Weren’t you once the captain of a gang? How is it you’re always coming over beat up and bloody, huh?” Quietly talking as you pack up the kit, he can only chuckle at the recall of his time as the Black Dragons’ captain. 

Shion got lost in his thoughts of those times, not even noticing the lack of your presence. But even if he isn’t captain anymore, things are better. He’s got you. He’s got Tenjiku. Being a ‘Heavenly King’ sounds a lot cooler than ‘Captain’, doesn’t it? 

The only thing that draws his attention out of his thoughts is the click of a lighter. Since when did you start smoking? As he opens his mouth to question it, his words stop, caught in his throat. 

You carefully walked over to the couch, a plate balanced in your hands. A single cupcake with a fondant crown placed on top, holds a lit candle. “Do you even know what day it is dumbass?” Shion’s eyes dart from you to the cupcake and back. 

“What..day it is?” He mumbles out unconsciously trying to put the pieces together. Cracking a smile as you look at Shion who’s still trying to figure out the date. 

“Happy birthday Shion, make a wish.” 

extra:

You: What did you wish for? 

Shion: Dumbass I can’t tell you! Don’t you know how this shit works?! 

Shion in his mind: for you to be my partner duh?? 

✧ comments/reblogs are super duper appreciated ✧

tags: @tokyometronetwork @public-safety-network

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#alter✧scribbles #shion madarame #tokyo revengers #happy birthday mad dog <3 #i love shion so much #im so happy with how this turned out #madarame shion #shion x reader #shion madarame x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tr #tr x reader

[saltymongoose]

hello! I was wondering if you got my request! if you didn't, it was basically about yandere Phobos spoiling you, getting you anything you even glance at and doesn't make you lift a finger. Your a god! let him treat you like one!

Hello Anon! :) I received this request while I was writing some other Phobos stuff a while back, but I decided to make a separate set just for this topic. Hope you like these, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! <3

Phobos Spoils the Player ft. (Phobos + The Nexus Core)

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Mentions of violence, Religious Fanaticism (from Phobos, of course))

"All-encompassing" has always been the most suitable term to use for the Director of the Nexus Core's devotion to you. It permeates every fiber of his being, with each order he gives and each action he takes being diligently carried out with you in mind. Every step forward for Nevada, every inkling of true progress contained in all of the Nexus Core's experiments that he fostered, were made in the hope of making you - his God - genuinely proud of what his life's work would become. That's not even to mention the shrine of goods and personal effects he amassed to make his worship of you that much more effective.

The effort he went through just for the chance at getting your clear approval wasn’t something to scoff at, especially since nobody in the Nexus Core could remember a time when Phobos put anyone above himself. An effort that would only intensify once he finally had a chance to show his reverence for you in person.

While you might've insisted that there's no need to make others worship you (despite how you're entirely deserving of it in his view), he'll make it clear to everyone around that you're truly something to behold nonetheless. His gentleness is nearly unmatched, and his sharp glares in response to anyone treating you without what he considers adequate respect is enough proof of this goal of his. If those in the Nexus Core call him Director, and might even refer to him as their rightful God Emperor (if they're trying to be extra nice with the hopes of getting a holiday bonus), then you should naturally be regarded as higher than that.

Until you tell him to stop, he'll make sure that his people bow their heads in respect, and generally stay out of your way. "Speak only when spoken to" was drilled into their heads days before your arrival, and the tightening of their Director's hand on the pommel of his sword is enough of a threat to adhere to that. In his eyes, you probably shouldn't be socializing with the lowly grunts of his organization anyway; you're too high up to do that.

Of course, you contradict this (as it's entirely too stifling and uncomfortable to be treated like you're some priceless gem), and the Nexus workers appreciate it. Your own exasperated, if not slightly amused, commentary on every interaction they have with their Director makes them more comfortable with being around you. Although judging by the rather harsh punishments laid out for their coworkers, it'd be best not to get too close.

However, the Nexus Core's newfound respect for you, due in no small part to how you reign Phobos in, only makes them happier to accommodate you as he asks (demands). It is at his request that you have all your necessary tasks completed by them, from cooking when you're there to even trivial things like making your bed in your suite.

(It's tedious sometimes, but so much better than what they usually have to do, so you'd be surprised by how okay with it they are.)

Really, Phobos will try to make it so you don't exactly have to do anything at all. A person as important as you deserves to have these things attended to, and he's the best person to provide you with this. He's an ever-dutiful follower with incredible, far-reaching power; who else could make it so you never have to lift a finger for anything?

Furthermore, Phobos' tendency to seek out only the finest of things hasn't been stopped by your arrival either, the only difference being that now he gives them directly to you instead of placing them on your shrine. You've never seen so many precious stones and metals in one place, and you honestly didn't know how to react when he prompted you for any jewelry you might want to be made out of it. (Since it seems he apparently just realized that you have nowhere to put them all. Unless you just stay with him from now on, which is also an option he'd highly recommend.)

It definitely took some getting used to on your part, to always have the very best of everything that Nevada could offer just handed to you without complaint. The softest of bedspreads, the highest quality of clothing, and the best food from the most lauded of chefs; no expense would be spared to give you everything your acolyte knew you deserved.

(Phobos doesn't even care if he has to...extract them from their previous places of work to get them right where they should be, just to be useful. It's an honor to serve you anyway, and the chefs should realize that quickly. For their own safety, if nothing else.)

It's also evident whenever you go out, on those occasions where you decide to spend some time exploring Nexus City (with the Director by your side, naturally). It was actually really fun; it’d been too long since you were free to go wherever you wanted. The other grunts in the city were a little perturbed but decided to ignore it. Judging by the cold glares of warning leader of their city seemed to give them when they so much as looked in your general direction, it was best left alone. But they grew to welcome you, as Phobos tended to be very generous whenever you accompanied him.

He’s willing to do anything for you, and this includes spending money. If you even glance at something for a millisecond too long, he’s already approaching the clerk to get it for you, no matter how expensive it is. He'd insisted on giving you things without you asking, so if it's clear to him that you want something, it's only right that he gives it to you. As your most loyal subject, it's only the most logical course of action for him.

The fact that you get so flustered and even try to refuse his gifts only motivates him to go further with it. Although it makes him feel oddly warm that he's the first to really treat you how he knows you deserve to be, it also annoys him that those in your world were such fools to not realize how they should regard you. So he'll just make his care for you so evident and obvious through his gestures that it'll make you realize you don't need anyone else.

You said you didn't want anyone else worshiping you like him, so you'll obviously agree with him on this eventually, right? It makes perfect sense.

("Phobos, I really don't need any of those," you tried to explain, tugging on his sleeve as he took the bags from the nervous grunt at the counter. It had been some cute plushies you eyed for long enough to get his attention, and he took the attention as a sign that you wanted them.

"Your Grace, whether you "need" them is irrelevant," he responded, turning to give you an uncharacteristically warm look. "Nevada's goods are yours; so long as you desire them, I'll do my best to get them for you, no matter what they are or how necessary they might be. Your needs are something that I'll take upon myself; you don't have to worry about that regardless. But as your acolyte, I can't leave you wanting for anything either. Please understand this."

You held his gaze for a moment before looking away, scratching the back of your neck with a silent nod. 'He's so stubborn,' you mused to yourself as you felt heat creeping across your cheeks. It's charming, in an odd way. Though you couldn't stop from feeling guilty over how much he spent on you, you guessed you could put up with it if it made him so happy - something that was obvious from how he purrs when you accept it.)

The way that Phobos spoils you is a way for him to show you just how much he cares for you and your happiness, so of course he’d be happy to drain the Nexus’ budget for anything your heart desires. (Or that he believes you desire, anyway.)

He loves you in a way he's never loved anyone else before, and he'll surpass everyone else in his effort to try and prove it to you. Besides, what fool would anyone deny a God what they're entitled to, regardless of their status in your following? You deserve to relax, so just let him, your eternally loyal God Emperor, take care of your every want and need, okay?

#tw: yandere #you *looking at plushies in a random store window*: “Huh I didn't know dogs looked like that in Nevada.” #Phobos: 💳 💥 💳 💥 💳 💥 #The grunts seeing Phobos spoil you: “...Am I hallucinating?” #yandere phobos #phobos x reader #phobos #player!reader #self aware m:pn au #samau #yandere madness combat #yandere madcom #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #my writing

[spacexseven]

Pls can you do part 2 of yandere reader falling out of love with Dazai or perhaps like someone barging into readers room or place and drags yandere reader out to take them somewhere or show them something next day when Dazai was at the cafe under the detective agency he sees reader talking to the person from yesterday and sees reader smiling at the person the person says something that makes reader blush the person leads them out of the cafe and go somewhere perhaps the person has the same attachment to yandere reader or is the reason why reader lost interest since someone is reciprocating their feelings

Ps I hope I’m not bothering you you don’t have to do this

requests are closed plsssss :< but to make up for my kind of disappearing i pulled this together overnight T^T following the original timeline where reader stabs fyodor.

this was all kinds of wrong.

you weren't supposed to be smilling at someone else, not when just a month ago you were staring up at him with that lopsided smile and excited glimmer in your eyes, following him around like a lost puppy on an impromptu lunch break instead of working on a case. you weren't supposed to have walked into the agency and leave right when the clock hit 1, practically skipping out of the building without even glancing at dazai. and perhaps he shouldn't have slipped out right after you, following you with increasingly growing frustration as you strolled down the street to meet with...whoever that was, but this was only fair.

after all, someone had to keep you in check, right?

dazai wasn't stupid. he knew very well that you would eventually reach your limit. after all, he couldn't care to throw you a bone of attention or a scrap of affection despite the way you wagged your tail at every word that left his mouth from the moment you met him. it was either you crumbled and gave into your growing obsession with him, or your feelings...fizzled out, and you manage to talk yourself out of whatever infatuation you trapped yourself in. he wasn't stupid, but he convinced himself that the former was the only real outcome. he lied to himself.although he knew this was a possibility, words couldn't describe how much he hated seeing that leech lock fingers with you. it felt like his heart was being squeezed. this wasn't right, this wasn't how it was supposed to turn out. how could it be that just a few months ago you cradled his bloody body after disposing of his attacker, and now you were...betraying him?

right, that's what this was. betrayal. you came in out of nowhere, all stupidly lovesick and stumbling over your words, starry-eyed after every interaction with him and desperate for even a second of his time, and here you were now, all of a sudden perfectly unbothered.

the sight made his skin crawl. how could you so laugh with someone else so easily? he wondered if you'd be mad if he ripped those prying hands away from yours. you shouldn't be mad, if anything, he was the one being wronged. the one being cheated and made a fool of.

and then, you look over your shoulder, as if sensing his presence. your eyes lock and he grins deviously, deciding that look in your eye was satisfaction. he should have realized sooner that this was just a plot to get his attention. jealousy was a cheap game, but he knew it was working. how stupid of him! he was playing right into your hands. falling for such a poorly concealed trick...he smiled to himself, relieved.

at least he knew for sure now that this was a ploy.

in that case...you wouldn't be upset if he were to repay the favor from that time in the alley, would you? maybe he'll send you a picture, a souvenir for you to keep. he's read your journal—he knows what you like, what you want him to do. and he'll deliver. he'll make up for all the rude remarks and scorning laughs. he'll play your little game, but after this stunt, he'll have to make some new rules.

#OMG its so hard to write for a yandere character falling out of their obsession wth >:((( #this might be the last “dazai reacting to y reader falling out of love” ask ill ever entertain unless something unique~ comes up #cos i feel like i'm repeating the same scenario over and over...i tried changing it up by making dazai mad in this one cos the last ask #about this same scenario he was all sad...anyways i hate how this turned out T^T #ask 🐟 #anon 🐟 #yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere reader 🐟 #yandere reader x yandere dazai #yandere reader x dazai #dazai 🐟

[jacksonlywife]

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED (Currently)

Show/game requests i’ll do:

- Bungo Stray Dogs - The Grandmaster Of Demonic Cultivation - The Scum Villains Self Saving System - Return Of The Mount Hua Sect/ Return Of The Blossoming Blade - Return Of The Mad Demon - Nano Machine - Tears Of Themis - The Apothecary Diaries - Cookie Run Kingdom..(Yes.) - Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun - Chainsaw Man - Hunter x Hunter - Lookism - Creepypasta - My Hero Academia - Jujutsu Kaisen - Genshin Impact - Final Fantasy (Any) - Obey Me - Undertale - Danganronpa (All Games) - The Case Study Of Vanitas - Tokyo Revengers - Attack On Titan - Spy x Family - Hazbin Hotel - Demon Slayer - Kamisama Kiss - Heeran Love Song - Blue Lock - The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K - Twisted Wonderland - Mob Psycho 100 - Moriarty Of The Patriot - Fruits Basket 

+More just tell me!

More stuff -

I do butler/prince/princess/murderer/etc stuff too yk what I mean.

   Stories I Make :

I can do romance/platonic/family or alternate universe fanfics for any of these if you guys want! Also if you want a specific fanfic to be longer in a way please tell me. I'll try to make it as enjoyable as possible. <3

Yes I can do angst.

Yes I can do gore.

I can also make fanfics where the user y/n isn't included. Just a story with the actual canon characters. 

Things I will not do/Rules

-Max number of characters in a request is four.

-Incest

-Smut/NSFW

-And the common sense ones.

That's all!

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Kageyama YN: Tobio Kageyama's Twin Sister

Manager of Karasuno and Dating Kyotani

I call MadDogs serve "the bend and snap" 😭😭😭

Kyotani Kentaro featuring Karasuno x Kageyama YN (female pronouns)

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request!

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Ahh the great Kageyama YN 🥰

You freaking angel you put up with so much

First off, being Kageyama's sibling is exhausting

Like seriously idk how you function my love

You aren't like your brother at all

You are quiet, reserved but also amazingly sweet

When the boys first met you, they couldn't believe you were related to Kageyama of all people 🤣

Seriously they were like 🤨 really

"YN I can't believe your crappy-yama's sister! You are like... nice!"- Hinata

"HEY IM NICE"- Kageyama

You just shrug, you are use to your brother getting all the attention

And honestly, it doesn't bother you

You were the teams manager in middle school

So it was just a natural progression to becoming the team manager in High School

Kiyoko loved how skilled you were and how much you helped

Plus you were a buffer for Kags and Hinata before Yachi came along

When Yachi did eventually join, you got the much needed break you deserved 💅🏼

You developed a good friendship with Hinata and you hung out alot

Kags always came with as well even though him and Hinata always fought

"YN you must have gotten all the brains in the womb"- Hinata

"Shut up dumbass! I'm the genius here"- Kageyama

"Genius on the court Tobio. I could bet you anyday on a math exam"- You

And it was true

When it came to tournaments, you loved the feeling

Especially because you got to see Kunimi, Kindaichi and Iwaizumi whomever you went to middle school with

Notice how I just didn't include a certain someone 🙃

"YN-CHAN!"- the annoying voice that haunts your nightmares radiates

"Yn you know Oikawa?"- Daichi

"Unfortunately yes"- you 😐

"Shittykawa leave YN alone!"- Iwaizumi, trailing after Oiks

"Hajime!"- you running to hug your favorite person ever

Behind Iwaizumi, the team followed

Including a certain dark and brooding man 👀

He was super grumpy looking but still

Super cute 😍

You hugged Kunimi and Kindaichi and introduced yourself

"I'm Kageyama YN"- you smiling wide

"Kageyama has a twin sister?"- Mattsun

"I prefer superior sibling but yet"- you 💅🏼

Now Kyotani definitely noticed you

And boy did you send this man into feelings

He's literally repeating "so pretty" in his head the whole time while trying not to break his scowl 😠

"YN get away from him"- Kageyama now yelling at you

"🙄 I better get going! Good lucky guys"- you, waving and running back to your team

Kyotani watches you go and can't help but stare

Later on, when you are filling water bottles

You are approached by Terushima

"Hey there gorgeous, it's nice to see so pretty new faces around here"- Terushima

You blush and go back to filling up your water bottles

"Say what is your name? Might I be able to snag your number?"- Terushima

"Umm I'm YN and I don't think so but thank you"- you, just trying to do your job

Terushima is undetermined however 💅🏼

The man has willpower I'll give him that!

"Come on YN-"

"She said no"- a growl said from behind you

You look over to see Kyotani glaring at Terushima

"Hey bro nothing to see here. Move along"- Terushima

He totally would use the word "bro" on a daily bases 🙄

Kyotani steps in front of you and repeats himself

"She said... NO. Now get lost before I ounce your face in"- Kyotani

Terushim just smirks at Kyotani and then winks at you

"If you want my number babe, you know where I am"- Terushima, now walking away 🚶‍♂️

"Hey thanks for that"- you, head down and blushing

"Are you ok?"- Kyotani

"Yeah I'm good"- you

"Do you need help carrying those water bottles?"- Kyotani

You look up, smile and nod 😊

Please he thinks you are the cutest thing ever 😫

He helps you carry the water bottles and turns to leave

Before he goes, mans takes a chance

"Hey can I get your number? I'd like to hang out sometime"- Kyotani, bracing himself

"Sure!"- you, reaching for your phone and handing it to him

He puts his number in and sends a text to himself

Then he gives you a head nod, turns and walks out

Literally just walks out 🚶‍♂️ like nothing happened 🙃

Ok then-

After the game, you look at your phone and see what he said

The message read "hang out on Saturday?" -sent from your phone

And he answered "absolutely. I'm so glad you asked 😏"

Please 😭😭😭

After that day, you started hanging out with Kyotani more and more

When you weren't at volleyball practice you would be texting, calling or hanging with him

Eventually things got serious enough to make it official

You didn't want to tell anyone because we'll, it's none of their business 😒

Plus you knew exactly what would happen 🙄

So when you were hanging out with Kyotani at the park one day, you didn't expect anything to come from it

Unfortunately, as the story goes, that doesn't happen 🥰

You are walking when you come across Hinata and Kageyama running

"Oh crap"- you say, realizing it's too late

Kageyama zoned in on your hand grasped in Kyotani's and mans ran so fast he almost tripped

"MY OWN SISTER BETRAYING ME!"- Kageyama, freaking out

"Hey your that guy with the wicked cutshot!! Hi I'm Hinata!"- our bouncy bby boy 🥰

"Kyotani, nice to meet you"

Only it gets worse

"YN-CHAN!! Wait- OMG MADDOG"- Oikawa coming with Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi notices before Oikawa does

"Are you two dating?"- Iwa 🤨

"You mean betraying me- stabbing me in the back!"- kageyama, going full Oikawa

"MADDOG HOW COULD YOU?"- Oikawa

"Shut up Oikawa"- Iwaizumi and Kyotani in tune

Kageyama is now glaring

"Tobio you are worse than Oikawa"- You

That's right YN, hit him where it hurts

"😱 I am not-" "he is not!"-

Kageyama and Oikawa in sync

Please they both shut up so fast

"Well I'm happy for you two"- Iwaizumi

"Me too!! Hey can you teach me that cutshot move?"- Hinata

"Hinata he is not teaching you anything"- you

"YN 😭😭😭"- Hinata

"Are you two just going to mope"- Iwaizumi talking to Tobio and Oikawa

"YN started it"- again, kags and Oiks in sync

"Are you sure you two aren't twins?"- Kyotani 🤨

Omg please they would both faint 🤣

You just roll your eyes and walk away

"Come on Kentaro, that's enough drama for one day"- you

"Yn"- "YN-CHAN"-

🤣🤣🤣 two peas in a pod

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Kyotani Kentarou who responds with enthusiasm when you tell him you want to take a self-defense class. 

Who’s expression then softens considerably because he knows *exactly* why you want to. Why you *need* to do it to feel safer. 

Kyotani Kentarou who shows up at your house a few weeks later asking if you’re ready for the class you didn’t even know you were scheduled to take. Who tells you your gym clothes are cute and fills an extra huge bottle of water just in case you drink all of yours and need more.

Kyotani Kentarou who talks animatedly about the class the whole drive over and preemptively threatens anyone who even *thinks* of toppling you. Who grins and bears those sharp fangs when you arrive at a familiar gym and see Tanaka Ryuunosuke at the front of the class. “I didn’t trust anybody else to teach you. I tried a bunch of classes and his is by far the best.” “Wait..you’ve been taking self-defense classes alone?” You’re confused and curious because you can see the faintest wash of pink on his cheeks and ears. “Yeah I mean..I wanted to take a full class to make sure I would be the perfect sparring partner for you.” Kyotani Kentarou who never stops showing just how much he would do for you. Just what lengths he would go for you. To feel safe and loved with him. To feel comfortable and vulnerable with him. Kyotani Kentarou who leans against your kitchen counter with a bag of frozen corn over dark bruising painted around his left eye, proud to wear it because you went all out just like he told you to. Allowed you to so that you could see your own power. So that you could see what you’re capable of. “Next week I wanna see bruises on these ribs.” He lifts his shirt, flashing those fangs again. “Make me proud again.”

#kyotani kentarou #kyoutani kentarou #mad dog kyotani #mad dog #kyotani x reader #kyotani imagine #kyotani drabble #kyotani #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu drabbles #sumi.drabbles

[screaming-cicada]

Rise of the TMNT with a transmasc friend

Platonic \ male (gendered pronouns not used) \ headcanons \ multi \ second person

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

a/n: a little thing to get me into the tmnt writing world hehe. planning on making a nb version in the future

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Raphael:

-He's super supportive -If someone misgenders you or deadnames you he corrects them -But if they keep doing it? Raph won't be happy. no way is he letting someone be a jerk to his friend! -If you're dysphoric he gives the best hugs -He tries to get you to train with him so you get strong to beat up transphobes

Leonardo:

-Ah yes, the fruity brother -Also supportive but in the most extravagant way possible -Makes you do fashion shows with Mikey to try on different outfits and styles if you don't already have one -Passive aggressive when someone misgenders you -When you're feeling dysphoric he makes the worst and corniest jokes ever to cheer you up (it always works somehow)

Donatello:

-Literally offers to do some high tech mod but you say no, as cool as it sounds. -Instead helps with your research in transitioning socially and medically (if you want to) -Donnie is a lil bit trans too. he/him agender fr -Also passive aggressive when someone misgenders you but is more aggressive than passive... -If you had a bad day lets you chill in his lab and explains his recent project to you for hours so you have no choice but to not be sad -You two also listen to Hatsune Miku bc shes a trans AND autistic icon

Michelangelo:

-HES NON-BINARY BC YES. -You talk for hours about your experiences being trans (also donnie listens) -Brings out Doctor Feelings when you're sad or dysphoric -He's just fun to hang around -If someone is being transphobic in Mikey's vicinity they better pray.

April O'Neil:

-Coolest ever. Shes really supportive -This one can ACTUALLY go to pride with you (sorry turt bros) -Bought you a binder/packer/pride flag -Like Mikey she will go feral if someone is being transphobic and bothering you -When you're bummed or dysphoric she demands you to come over to her house so you can have her mom's soup. works every time

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ending a/n: yeaaahhh first of my own writing posts wooo

#screaming cicada #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x male reader #rottmnt x reader #platonic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise tmnt #mad dogs #raphael x male reader #x male reader #rise raph #rise michelangelo #rise donatello #rise mikey #rise leo #rottmnt x trans reader #rise of the tmnt x trans reader #rise of the tmnt x male reader #april o'neil #rise april #rise donnie #platonic rottmnt x reader #platonic tmnt x reader

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Dating Collegekyoutani! Headcanons Pt.I

kyoutani kentarou x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: slightly suggestive?

synopsis: had a couple ideas on what dating collegekyou! would be like! headcanon style!

a.n. another brainrot because I can't get university kyoutani out of my mind! I'll probably add to this as college courses start back up and I gain motivation <3

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dating collegekyoutani! would include lots of early mornings where you’re knocking on his door

he’s still fast asleep, covered in his blankets while nudging a pillow underneath his chin

caught a case of blasting music until 2 in the morning because he wasn’t able to fall asleep

you’ll have to knock a couple times, mostly panicking because he’ll be late to his morning classes if he doesn’t get up right now

not knowing who it is, he’ll grumble out a, “hol’ your shit” while shrugging on an old shirt that’s strewn over the armrest of his chair

yes.

he sleeps in dark sweatpants and goes shirtless because it’s more comfortable to him

don't ask why.

he’ll yank the door open, frustration etched onto his face because someone just ruined his restless sleep, but then his eyes widen when it’s you- standing at the entryway of his dorm room and clad in the cutest outfit he’s ever seen

and no, he will never admit that every outfit you wear is disgustingly cute

“time to wake up,” you’d grin at him while he’s short circuiting, “and good morning, kyou.”

first off, it’s way too early for him to even comprehend that you’re literally here at this ungodly hour

second, he can't recall the last time anyone ever wished him a good morning

third, are you touching his hand right now?

sure enough, your fingers softly caress over kyoutani’s knuckles and he freezes at the touch before you’re teasingly scolding him with a, “you’re supposed to say it back, ya know.”

he’s clearing his throat, eyes darting from your fleeting touches on his hand and your bright smile, but manages out a pathetic, “mornin’.”

“good,” you’d hum in contentment before flashing him the watch on your wrist, “you have class in fifteen minutes.”

shit—

“and when you’re finished getting ready I’ll give you your good morning kiss,” you shyly mention with the hopes of motivating him to hurry.

it’s almost humiliating how fast kyoutani closes the door (not before telling you to wait for him) and scrambles over to the bathroom to brush his teeth with newfound vigor

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dating collegekyoutani! means you never wait on him after class

he’s surprisingly on time to pick you up after each of your classes throughout the week

absolutely can not let you wait on him

makes it his goal to memorize your schedule so he doesn’t have to constantly check his phone about where the buildings are at

would glare (or curse) at anyone that got in his way while he was on his way to pick you up

“watch it,” he’d bark out while narrowly avoiding a duo of students that were aimlessly chatting

throws in a threatening snarl for good measure before he’s darting away because his pretty girl is texting him

^they’d be traumatized by it for the rest of their lives

imagine dark leather-clad kyoutani standing beside the entryway of your classroom while you’re bounding up to him— the definition of excitement as a smile stretches on your lips

he’s murmuring a quick, “how’d your class go,” while he plucks your backpack off of your shoulders and slings it over his own (basically second nature to him)

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dating collegekyoutani! includes lots of handholding!

doesn’t matter when or where— this man will always have his hands on you

his love language is definitely physical touch so he craves the feeling of you being close to him

whether he’s snaking his arm around you to tug you closer or running his fingers over your hips, this man is at peace knowing that you’re safe with him

when you’re walking on campus with him he’ll nonchalantly thread his fingers with yours

he’d MELT if you decided to loop your pinky with his— it’s just so cute to him

if you tease him about it then kyoutani would pull his hand away to warn you for picking on him

“what was that, doll?” he’d ask while shoving his hands in his pockets

the corners of his lips would lift into a taunting smirk

“kyou!”

loves to hear you whine as your hands desperately claw at his to continue holding hands

it works every time

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dating collegekyoutani! causes you to smile whenever he keeps you company 

surprisingly enough, he’s unintentionally hilarious 

if you’re having a bad day or the vibes are just off– he’s uncomfy when you’re not content/happy 

does everything in his power to see you crack a smile 

he’d hesitantly bring up something that happened during his classes or his shift at work 

doesn’t matter what it is (i.e. he’d share whether a student was running late to class and caused a commotion)

or 

attempt to tell you a joke— to which you don’t understand at first— so he’s awkwardly trying to explain it and the way the tips of his ears tinge red is usually enough to elicit an amused grin 

or 

if you’re having a headache during a cold day then he’ll fling his hoodie towards you 

you’d probably resort to sarcasm to cover up the blush on your cheeks, “wow, this’ll definitely help cure my migraine.”

“on second thought,” he’d instantly snap back at you and grab the back of the hoodie he just threw, “gimme that shit back.” 

you’d have to apologize with a, “i’m kidding, kyou!” and tug him down for a kiss before he lets you wriggle away from him 

little do you know, as you’re sticking your arms through the sleeves, that he’s fighting off a satisfied smile 

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dating collegekyoutani! is an amazing choice for when you forget to take care of yourself

he knows that you’re extra stressed because it’s finals week

ALWAYS treats you to food so he knows you’re eating

“just pick what you want”

he doesn’t mind what you pick because he’s already got a good amount of funds left in his bank account from his on-campus job

plus

with the way your face dazzles at the sight of colorful desserts, kyoutani isn't really worried about picking up more shifts to earn cash

he’s surprisingly doting too

the type to motion you towards him with a single finger while you’re recalling details about your day

adores listening to your voice and his eyes would absentmindedly drift to your glossy lips

“c’mere,” he’s saying and a pleased hum escapes him when you’re so obedient to his every word

it makes his warm all over

uses his thumb to swipe up the cream at the corner of your lips

he’d lick the cream off of his thumb while holding eye contact with you

offhandedly throws in a “so messy, baby”

100% KNOWS that it drives you crazy so he always does it

lowly chuckles, the sound drives shivers up your spine, as you’re sputtering out the remainder of your story about your day

he’d also bring you coffee or tea (whichever you prefer!) after classes if he knows you need it

doesn’t want to overload you on caffeine but knows the pick-me-up is appreciated!

while you’re sipping away on your cup he’s already crushing an empty can of a monster energy drink

when it’s cold out (aka you have classes during the fall or winter semesters!) and you forget your jacket— don’t fret!

kyoutani will lightly scold you for it, mumbling out, “you knew it’d be cold today,” but still drapes his leather jacket over your shoulders

he knows it’s not ideal to keep you warm but it’ll have to work for now

yes. you are correct if you assumed that kyoutani brings a spare jacket after this instance

you’re instantly worried because he’s only in a t-shirt despite the frigid weather

“but,” you hurriedly attempt to shrug off the jacket, “you’ll be cold, kyou-”

if you even TRY to take it off all he’ll do is raise an inquisitive brow and that’s enough to stop you

when you tug the jacket closer to you, it smells graciously of pinewood mixed with another musky scent

it’s intoxicating enough to make you lightheaded during class as your mind is filled— entirely— of kyoutani

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #aoba johsai #aoba josai headcanons #aoba josai x reader #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani scenario #kyoutani hcs #mad dog #haikyuu kyoutani #kyoutani x y/n #kyoutani fluff #kyoutani imagine