Boxer Bakugou Au Drabble!!

vacation with dazai means almost being late to your flight, minutes before the doors close and finding a seat near the back, sitting side by side. breathless and face blank, dazai lets out an awkward laugh and turns his head to you, who’s fumbling with the seatbelt.

vacation with dazai is when he unexpectedly gets you two an all exclusive hotel and suite at a five star hotel. he told you it’d be a normal room, but when the bellboy brings your luggage to a room that looks far too big for the both of you, you can’t help but silently gasp in awe. (a little part of your heart broke for a certain idealists wallet …)

vacation with dazai means exploring every part of the hotel on the first day. every restaurant that seems like a good choice, every bar, lounge, bathroom, and shops. the pool is just a minute away from the room, and the beach is right in view.

vacation with dazai means playing by the beach like a child. he’d hop around the shoreline of the water, splashing a few children as he enters the crystal clear, pointing at the fish he sees below him and beckoning you to join him.

vacation with dazai means playing with children by the sand. one of them shouts to her father to join and bury her in the sand, but the father makes tired excuses and rests on the beach chairs. osamu would come and join, hand in hand with you as he crouches down and starts to chat with the poor girl. she laughs as dazai buries her under the sand, shaping it into one of a mermaid as you sit and watch, helping him fill buckets of sand when needed. 

vacation with dazai means being those cringe cheesy couples by the pool, holding one another dearly as his back rests on the wall, water being up to both your chests. you comfortably sit on his lap, your arms snaked around his bandages neck.  dazai’s face is close as he tucks in loose strands of your hair behind your ear, his arms loose and relaxed, whispering sweet nothing as he thinks of what to do next.

vacation with dazai means having no personal space. you’re in the shower ? well, make room ! so is he !! you’re taking a relaxing walk on the beach ? better get ready, because it’s gonna become a game of tag. you wanna get a snack from the main lounge ? he’ll come with !

vacation with dazai means sleeping butt naked with him. he’ll complain the hotel is too hot, but also purposefully leave the heater up. he’ll touch you all over, peppering your face with kisses as the tv plays silently in the background as he slyly slips off any loose clothing on you, as he does the same.

vacation with dazai means listening to him speak in another language. his charisma gets things done quickly as he speaks as if he’s native in the country. when you ask what he had said, osamu shrugs it off and says a proper translation before adding ‘idk tho’

vacation with dazai means packing last minute  and, once again, almost missing check out time and the plane back home to yokohama. but once you’re on the plane, you can’t help but feel as if the whole trip was far too short, a week feeling like a day. as you two wait by the airport for the plane back home, you fall asleep on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around yours to be used as a neck rest. osamus face is blank, steady. he cant sleep well as you do, but just simply knowing that you’re resting and well, it’s enough to relax his tense shoulders.

hello! So far you have made really good post, and it made me think, what if you made one about bakugou x y/n, they JUST started making out and started this thing where after class and even the cafeteria hours they would go to the roof top and make out, and then come back to class and act like nothing ever happened. Also somtimes he would throw a paper and secretly desk her under the desk where they would meet up. 😍

when katsuki wants to make out during class

something soft hit your back, causing some giggles to be heard from around you. you raised your eyebrow, and when mister aizawa faced the chalkboard, you turned around to see nothing. a hand waved in front of your face, kaminari’s hand, to be exact, and his finger then pointed at the ground.

a crumpled-up ball of paper lay on the ground, so you bent over to grab it, opening the paper under your desk. maybe it had something in it. on on page, nothing was there, so you turned it to see the words ‘ask to fill up your water bottle’ with a little explosion drawing at the end, which is how you figured out it was katsuki who wrote the note.

you grinned and raised your hand, throwing the paper into your backpack.

mister aizawa finally turned back to you and asked, “yes?”

“can i please fill up my water bottle?” you held it up and shook it, and when no sloshing around was heard, he nodded.

you picked it up and walked outside the classroom, katsuki soon followed behind after he asked to go to the bathroom. he stomped after you, placing your water bottle next to the fountain before giving you a sly smile and gripping your hip. he shoved his lips onto yours and softly groaned, kissing you repeatedly, strings of saliva still connecting your lips after parting for a short period.

he lifted up your thigh, pressing it against his hip as he continued to kiss you. words haven’t even been spoken yet, but it was clear what the two of you needed.

even after that, he continued to ask you to leave during class or lunch to spend time with you. he didn’t just love you for your body, he didn’t just want pleasure, he wanted you as a person. katsuki knew he wasn’t good at expressing his emotions or love for people in a healthy way, but this was the only way he felt he could do it. it would always leave the two of you breathless, red, and even more in love.

to him, this was one of the most intimate acts someone could do, and he loved you with his whole soul. he never regretted skipping class to make out with you, besides when you heard a loud yell and chuckle from someone across the hall.

an annoyingly familiar voice rang in your ears, “hey, class 1-a! did you know two of your students, bakugo and l/n skip class just to make out in the halls?” monoma loudly chuckled, “class 1-b would never—“

he would always be smacked in the head by kendo, who would apologize and ‘leave the two of you be.’

that was one of the only times katsuki had felt embarrassed after making out with you.

hope you enjoyed this! i’m so happy you love my writing, your compliments mean the world to me. also, i gained around seven asks in one night so im trying to catch up, i apologize that i am not posting as often

Interview About You

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader ♡ Tags: Established relationships, aged-up characters

Reporters couldn’t stop asking Dynamight about his new arm candy. Nobody recognized your face in the most recent paparazzi photos, but the implications of your open affection was clear as day. His fans couldn’t believe a random person snatched Dynamight out of nowhere.

His latest interview (the only one he agreed to) was entirely centered around you.

“Who is this mysterious girl?” the interviewer asked. “The internet’s dying to know! And how long have you known her?”

“You don’t get it?” Bakugou asked. “She’s mine. And I’ve known her for years.”

The live crowd went wild with speculation.

“For years?!” The interviewer’s mouth was agape. “Nobody’s heard anything about this woman during your entire hero career. Did you meet her back at U.A.? Were you always in love with her?”

“Yes and yes,” Bakugou replied. “So if her old boyfriends hear this, now you know to back off! ‘Cause she’s with me.”

You cringed as you watched the live show from home. You knew you shouldn’t have encouraged Bakugou to take the interview, but you thought you could convince the boy to behave for once. Still, his devil-may-care attitude was why you loved him.

“Can’t you give us just one more hint to her identity?” the interviewer asked. “Or to your relationship?”

“No! Now piss off!”

At this point, you wondered if Bakugou enjoyed sliding down the popularity rankings…

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ THE DRESS CODE

Bakugou was in a bad mood.

It was stupid, really. Absolutely stupid. But he couldn’t help the scowl on his face as he approached your desk.

“Oi,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “What the hell are you wearing?”

He had taken his time this morning, making sure the maroon shirt he picked out was one he actually liked. It wasn’t over the top or anything—just a plain shirt with a white skull on the back, paired with some casual black pants.

But it was the principle of the matter. You were supposed to match. That was the whole damn point.

The UA student council had this dress code specifically to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Maroon for those who’re in a relationship, blue for those in a situationship, green for those in the “friend zone,” black for those who are admirers from afar, and the plain school uniform for those who are more inclined in their studies to even bother with romantic relationships.

Was this your way of subtly denying him as your boyfriend? It wasn’t like you two were in hiding—and it’s not like he doesn’t mention that you two are seeing each other whenever someone pesters him about it.

You looked up, eyes wide and innocent. “Huh? My uniform?”

Bakugou’s brow twitched. “Yeah, I can see that. Why?”

You blinked, clearly not understanding what he was getting to. “Because… it’s Friday?”

“Did you forget what today is?”

You stared blankly at him, confusion written all over your face.

“...Friday?”

“Valentine’s Day!” he barked, causing a few of your classmates to glance over in amusement. He jerked his thumb at his own shirt—a simple red tee with a black skull printed on the back. “Maroon’s for people who are dating. Thought we were gonna match.”

You felt as though your soul just left your body.

“Oh... oh.” Your hands flew to your mouth. “I... I didn’t know! You never told me!”

“Didn’t think I had to. It’s common sense.”

“And you don’t even like Valentine’s Day! So... I thought we weren’t doing the dress code thing...”

That was true. But still! He was adamant on making you look like the one in the wrong here.

“Well, I am,” he pouted. So subtle it could be mistaken for his signature grimace. “And I heard from Ears that you were planning on wearing maroon, you idiot.”

“I told her—I was thinking about it, though.”

Bakugou’s shoulders sagged, the irritation draining a little. “Yeah, well... I went and did it. Thought it’d be obvious we’re together if we matched. You had a shirt with a golden dragon on the back, too, right?”

Your heart fluttered, your gaze finally meeting his. He remembered. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—Bakugou Katsuki, the loud, brash, and unapologetically stubborn hero-in-training—your boyfriend, wanted to show off your relationship. Publicly. On Valentine’s Day.

A moment in history!

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Instead, you jumped to your feet. “Wait here!”

Before he could argue, you bolted out of the classroom, leaving Bakugou standing there, baffled. He turned to find his classmates blatantly eavesdropping.

Mina’s eyes were practically sparkling. “Awww, Bakugou, you wanted to match with [Name]?”

Kaminari snickered. “Dude, that’s so cute.”

Kirishima grinned, throwing an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “You really have gone soft, man.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and he shrugged Kirishima’s arm off roughly. “Shut it, Shitty Hair. I just didn’t wanna look like an idiot wearin’ maroon by myself,” he grumbled. “And Sero’s wearing green—‘nd I don’t see anyone picking on him!”

“Cool it, man,” Sero laughed, shaking his head. “The incident still stings.”

“We salute you, brave soldier,” Kaminari replied.

Mina sighed dramatically, resting her chin on her hands. “Young love...”

His cheeks turned crimson. “Mind your own damn business!”

Before his embarrassment could escalate, you came running back, slightly out of breath, with something red clutched in your hands. You unfolded it and slipped it on—a maroon cardigan. It hugged your frame just right, with allowance to spare, the color bringing out the warm shimmer in your eyes.

You looked at him, your fingers fiddling with the buttons. “I had this in my locker. Does this work?”

Bakugou stared at you, his irritation disappearing like a factory reset process. You looked... cute. Really cute. But he wasn’t about to say that out loud. He cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah... s’fine, I guess.”

Your face brightened, a smile breaking across your lips. “Really?”

He looked away, his voice gruff, though there was no heat in his reply. “Whatever.”

Their moment was interrupted by Mina’s dramatic squeal. “And they say romance is dead!”

Kaminari gave a thumbs up. “Didn’t think Bakugou could be such a romantic.”

Kirishima laughed. “Man, who knew you’d be such a softie?”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and he spun around, his hands sparking. “One more word and I’ll kill all of you!”

His classmates laughed, not the least bit intimidated. They could see right through him—Bakugou Katsuki was completely, undeniably, head-over-heels for you.

Turning back to you, his voice softened, his anger dissipating. “C’mon, let’s go. Cafeteria had those stupid snacks you wanted.”

Your smile never wavered as you followed slightly behind him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, yeah... Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bakugou hopes the next Valentine’s Day to come is when he can properly match with you. He won’t let you forget this time around.

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~Midnight Injections~

Chuuya x reader x Dazai

Tw: fem! Reader, threesome, consensual non con, cursing, drugging, drug influence, extreme horniness, leg humping, oral, face fucking, anal oral, getting fucked on a table, anal, double penatration, multiple orgasm, (different holes) there could be more YoloSPELLING ERRORS, no beta we die like men.(this,was not proof read at all I'm sorry)

Wc: 4.5k words of pure unsolicited porn

A/N: this was originally a tokyo revengers fanfiction but my friend wanted a bsd version so here we are

"What are you doing!?" You yelled as the dark haired man pushed you down against your will, holding a syringe to your neck. Before you could open your mouth to scream, his large peachy smooth hand clamped down on the bottom half of your face, seeing the look of fear in those glassy e/c eyes filled him with a wicked satisfaction, lips quirked up into a smirk, droopy eyes regarding you in an alayzing way you couldn't quite dicipher as he leaned down to your ear "don't worry doll face.... it's only a harmless expiriment" the low and almost soothing tone an entirely different contrast to the devilish smile adorning his handsome face.

In turn, it really was just a little expiriment, nothing to put you in horrifying torment, but oh well, Dazai had always been one to play with his food. The syringe needle pricked into the skin of your neck, pulsating with the same rapid pace of your heart. The liquid flowed into your bloodstream with the slow movement of his finger pressing on the base. As it settled into your body u froze, but it was soon turned to confusion as you were still very much awake and in your right mind. Dazai removed his hand from your face as he got up and studied you. The tall man was looking at u in slight dissapointment, as nothing happened for the past minute, he gave you one last smile and walked out the room.

He intended on coming back in to make records your reaction to the sex drug they created by accident. The mafai were cooking a new one to brainwash its users into believing anything they were told, it could extract information and even create human weapons if used right. Somehow thier first test did put its victims under a trace of sorts- only problem, it released sex hormones instead and an wildly absurd amount of oxytocin.

Chuuya left his "prisoner" for three minutes. Three. Minutes. Nothing to bad could've happened in that time right? Wrong. He realized this when he opened the door returning with a new water bottle for you, only to be found on the ground lying on your side, a panting sobbing mess. Hands still tied behind your back, sweat glistening your whole body in a shiny coating, a full veiw of your pink lacy bra through the now see through veil in your white shirt. Skirt hiked up on your hips, a teasing show of matching panties in full veiw, leaving very little to imagination as the more your body convulsed erotically. Soft whines of his name making it all the more bothering. "Chuuya~ it hurts" the soft whining of his name made it hard to focus, the movement of your body splayed out erotically moving up and down in ragged breaths made his dick twitch. Regardless your well being came first.

Immediately he got on his knees, regarding you for any sort of injury "y/n? What happened? what hurts??" his voice rushed and full of concern and confusion. "Pleassee~" needy voice calling out to him as you whimpered, body reaching for him in calling manner. If your hands weren't binded with rope, you would be desperately grasping at him right now. "i need you! I need help, please~" soft desperate whining fills the air as you fought your restrains to reach him. Noticing this he unties the ropes caging your delicate wrists in.

He was stunned for a second with the shock of your lips pressed to his. Tongue easily slipping it's way into his mouth. As your head twisted sideways deepening the now make out session with the confused man. A shallow whimper left his throat, muffled by your mouth on his, tongue pressing into his as it slithers further into him. Spit mixed together, pooling in your mouths as a slimy trail ran down your chin.He felt the wetness of your dripping cunt seeping through his pant leg as u bucked your hips into his thigh with desperation. A trail of wet spit connected to chuuya's tongue left your mouth as you pulled away. A loud groan rolled out of him as he eyed the slimy line of saliva. He felt slender fingers lacing thier way into his silky orange hair, his hat long fallen next to him without even noticing. Your fingers gripped him firmly, pushing his face into the valley of your breasts, so swollen and perky. A slight stinging but arousing sensation from every bouncing movement your body made, grinding into him.

Hands hastily removing his coat as you moved to cover his neck and collarbones with sloppy little kisses and kitten licks, nibbling on his choker occasionally. If u weren't so brain dead you would've cursed at all his fucking layers while u struggled to undo his X shaped suspenders before ripping his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere as u moved lower leave kisses on his chest.

Breathless moaning, panting and his groans filled the air as you fucked yourself against his twitching leg muscle. Chuuya's hips guttered upwards, cock strained against his pants, rubbing into the thick of your thigh between his legs, giving just enough friction to ease his painfully hard cock. Teeth bitting into the flimsy blouse and tugging it open to reveal your clevage and laced bra. Open mouth kisses littered against your collarbone down to the soft mounds spilling out of the pink fabric. "ohhh my god~ yes!". "Keep going chuuya please" your please went straight to his dick as his bucking into u became more sloppy.

A gutteral moan ripped it's way out of your convulsing body, back arching as his teeth harshly bit into the mounds of your breast through the flimsy bra. Your fingers dug dangerously deep into his shoulders, nails leaving red cresent marks in its wake while his calloused hands gripped into your ass keeping you in place as your body spasamed with a mind numbing orgasm. Waves of clear sticky liquid gushed out the clenching pussy situated on him like a waterfall, soiled the panties still adorned on your squelching cunt. Post orgasm high still crashing down as you barely register being flipped over, back against the floor.

The muscular man crawled on top of your shaking form. Before registering anything his pants were off, boxers down to his knees as one hand hooked into your soaked panties, pulling them off. After that exchange he needed to be inside you, his entire body begging him for it.  An abnormal amount of clear slick pooled out of your heated core. Watching in mesmeration as it dripped down to your ass cheeks and off your leg creating a little puddle of fluids underneat your bodies. Gasping "Chuuya...more.. please"  The way you whimpered out  "please... i need you! I need you inside me... please~" Hearing the broken sobbing whimpers for him sent him fucking feral.

Hooking your legs onto his hips he Positioned his unbelievably thick cock at your entrance and pushed in all the way in one go. An erotic scream made its way out your throat as his shaft buried inself inside you. Gummy walls clamped down on him as a tsunami of pleasure washed over you, tears trickled down from your eyes as your back arched upwards. Your jaw slacked open, eyes rolled back into your head as all u saw was a white blur. You were cumming and all he did was bottom out inside of you. Wasting no more hestitation he started thrusting, hard and fast, riding out your orgasm. Embarassing wet, skin on skin slapping noises, moans, gasps and grunts filled the room. The sent of sex long protruding the air, all these heightened your senses as you felt every vein rub against the ridges of your walls.

He picked you up by the waist, still hitting shallow thrusts into you. As he walked over to the long rectangular table, your small whines of displeasure, wanting and needing him to continue were soon fulfilled. He gently dropped you, back arched outwards on the smooth wooden table as he slammed his thick lenght back into your crying pussy. Streching you so full, you whined out as he twisted your bottom half sideways, lifting one leg high onto the side of his torso. Hips ramming into you with such force it was almost violent, a deep contrast to the gentle kisses he gave as he bent further downwards to suck hikeys onto your collar bone and tits.

You felt it all, harsh movements of his cock pushing into your cervix, the way his skin felt under your hand, desperately grasping at his forearms and shoulders, scraping down his back as red marks made thier way onto him. Smelt the air full of sex and humidity as your screams and grunts travelled through the atmosphere. The loud squelching noises of your cunt with every thrust was almost embarassing. But the only thing that filled your mind as u cried out chuuya's name was the eye contact you held with the dark haired man across the room, leaning by the door way as he palmed himself through the black pants of his suite.

Chuuya felt his balls tighten, and his hips move sloppier knowing he was close, his hand dipped below where you both conjoined to rub circles into your clit. His other hand travelled to fondle your left breast, pinching at your nipple and massaging into the supple flesh, his mouth suctioned on the right, tongue massaging little circles into your perky nipple. His mouth sent you into another dimension of pleasure. All the added stimulation made you cry, half lidded eyes fighting to stay open as your eyes kept its lock on those earthy brown ones. They darkened with lust upon seeing your features strunched in pleasure a loud lewd moan of "Chuuya! Im cummi- AHHHH~" before blast white consumed your vision, mouth hung open as your tongue lolled out, spit leaking down your chin all the way to your neck and breasts. Eyes rolled upwards in a criss cross fashion as they broke the contact, eyelids fluttering shut and open a few times as your vision spaced out of focus. Chuuya felt as you clamped down on him, walls cleched as you creamed all over him, a ring of white at the base of his cock, while your fluids gushed out, your pussy walls sucked him further into you. Hearing the scream of his name pushed  him over the edge as ropes of sticky hot cum painted your insides, as he moaned out your name.

He slowly regained himself from the post orgasm high, still buried inside you, as slow clapping echoed through the room. "My~ my~" playfully tisked the slender man as slow footsteps stalked towards you both. "Must say, I didn't expect the drug to take such drastic effect~"Dazai sing-songed ."Or maybe our sweet little y/n is just a raging cum slut instead?" Lopsided smirk plastered on his delicate but devious face as the teasing continued, now directed at chuuya. "You're the one who did this? What drug are you talking about u cunt!?" Chuuya now regarding his everyday companion and "partner" in furiousity. "Relax it was just a hormonal drug Mori wanted to test out" with that he pulled out of you to face his friend "and he said to use y/n!?"

Before either of them could escalate thier argument you whined. Very loudly "No!~". Both heads snapped to you, splayed out on the table under both of them,"more...please...", gasping out "i need more. I want you~ inside me". To simply tease his friend dazai responded first. "Oh? And who would u prefer darling?" With a teasing smile on his face but your answer and the zero hesitation with it, hit him by surprise. "Both! Either! It doesn't matter just pleaseee!~" They both stood shocked, hearing u cry out "both" registering in thier minds. They observed, quite mesmerized as your hand moved groping at your breasts through the pink brasserie, now fully drenched in sweat, travelling down to your core, legs open wide. The sight of kakuchou's white cum, mixed with a wallerfall of clear smily fluid seeping out of your cunt in gushes. Needy gasps left you as your body moved up and down with every panting breathe, hands groping everywhere and your body entirely hot and burning to the touch, droopy eyes looking so tired but so desperate. You casted a pleading look at Chuuya, Bambi eyes begging for him before quickly changing to a halfassed glare and what seemed to be lust? as you made eye contact to Dazai again. The looks you gave filled both with a want, no, a need to fuck you right then and there. Chuuya always admired the way your out up as u laughed at something he said, or they way they looked at him with that big doeyed innocence everytime u came to him asking about things with genuine curiosity. Dazai always loved the way you'd glare at him everytime he teased you, he annoyed u just to see it actually. It's no surprise they both cherished you in some way so seeing you spread out so openly, bragged them to fuck you unlocked something in them. They shared a glance in a silent agreement to discard whatever the fuck they were talking about and take you right then.

You could register they way your body was moved sideways, head and legs hanging off the width as your back pressed into the surface. Chuuya's hands gripping your thighs as they caressed the skin moving up to your hips and down again as he stood between your legs. As he leaned down to pepper kisses to your stomach.. trailed downwards. Dazai's hand moved down to the flimsy bra still covering your tits as they upined the straps, one hand roaming under you to undo the the claps, skillfully removing it in just two motions. The hand drifted to massage your breasts, twirling the nipple between his fingers as the other held up your head, forcing you to make eye contact. A sinful groan left his mouth and the hateful glare you sent into his eyes, going straight to his already hard dick.

"What's that look for darling?" His disgustingly sweet velvet voice whispered to you as he smirked. "Fuck yo-MMPH~" before you could finish your lovely response his soft pink lips were on yours, tongue moving down your throat. You whimpered loudly at the feeling, mixed with his smooth hands fondling your breasts". He pulled away smirking to himself "Do you love me y/n~?" He voiced before pressing his lips to your throat, sucking  gently into the skin. "I hate you~" you mewled in response to him. He groaned at that one, seeing your eyes of anger and desperation while hearing your harsh words in that needy whining undertone made him wanna shove his dick inside of you.

And thats exactly what he leaned back to do. "AHHH~" a mixture of a scream and a moan ripped it's way out of you, body arching at the sudden, and much needed intrusion of Chuuya's cock. The stretch was fucking amazing, he's as thick as a fucking coke can and it had you gasping out from just having it rammed all the way inside you. As your mouth fell open in a silent scream Dazai's dick was shoved down your throat, head upside down, hanging off the edge. Tears streaked out the sides of  your face, moans and screams muffled as both men thrusted into you from opposite sides.

Dazai thrusted his dick into your mouth, hand gripping in your hair as he held you in place. Spit and tears leaking off the sides of your face, choked mewls and gagging being pulled out of your body. His balls slapping onto your flushed cheeks with every thrust of his hips on your fucked out face. Chuuya's sweet touches, fingers digging into your waist so hard they would obviously leave bruises as his cock was being buried into your cervix from the violent thrusts. Leg being thrown over his shoulder. A nerve wracking moan released itself from your throat at the new angle, muffled itself, the intense vibration making Dazai's cock twitch inside you even more. Both men groaning as they fucked into your wet holes.

The groans of them pierced the air as the dirty noises of your pussy and the gaging of your throat could be heard. Your mouth desperately suctioned at Dazai's long, slender cock in need, tongue running over the small veins and swirling over his pretty pink tip everytime he pulled out. His sweet sweet~ high pitched moans reached your ear drums, made u want to suck him as best as you could just to hear his pretty groans more. Your cunt tightening more with ever splash of clear liquid spraying out of you and coating Chuuya's abdomen as he pistolled his hips into yours, his soothing rough hands holding you in place by the waist.

He leaned down to suck your perky nipples, swirling his warm tongue over your sensitive buds, biting into your mushy flesh as he continued his harsh thrusting. One of your hands moving to grip into Chuuya's auburn locks, fingers tangling in his hair as the other braced itself on Dazai's thigh, sharp nails digging him. All of your movements became slurred as you were cock drunk and they couldn't hold back anymore.

Your scalp burns with the harsh grip you were given. Gulps of hot cum spraying down your sore throat as he held u by the hair. Pulling out, lines of white graced your lips and the sides of your mouth, forming sticky webs across your face. He took a moment to admire his work, eyes once glaring at him with hatred now completely clouded over in nothing but fucked out lust and desperation. He admired the way they rolled back, mouth opening in a final piercing moan as Chuuya came inside you. Ropes of cum spraying across your clenched walls as an impossibly harsh orgasm wracked itself through your entire nervous system. You creamed over his cock as he filled you, gushing clear liquids drenching his shaft as a white ring grew thicker at his base.

As his shaft pulled out of your dripping heat, both men watched as his cum leaked out of your swollen pussy onto your thighs. Two fingers moved to your dripping hole as Chuuya collected the white cream and stuffed it back inside of you. You whimpered at the feeling, already too sensitive from so many orgasms but still not satisfied. You body was  turned on the table to lay down fully as you caught your breath for a few seconds. "More.." a small whisper left your mouth.

Chuuya seemed surprised you still weren't satisfied however haruchiyo just chuckled lowly. You were barely aware of the rest of whatever scraps of clothing were on you being discarded before being flipped over, stomach pressing into the table, ass out facing Dazai. You were startled as he got down on his knees behind you "wait what are you doi- MMPH~~" a dark blush spread across your face as you felt his tongue move across your tight muscle. "Dazai! No not there~" another moan fell from your lips. It seemed so wrong to you but felt so sinfully good. The exact thing you would expect from the port mafia's dog. The lewdest moans they've ever heard was being spewed from you right now as Dazai fucked his spit into your hole, twisting his tongue at just the prefect angle to have u seeing stars.

His pretty long fingers slowly pushing into your tight ass scissoring it open while his tongue lubricated your gummy walls. Chuuya sat in the lone chair, giving small strokes to his huge cock as he watched your pretty face,cheeks painted dust pink, eyes screwed shut and mouth slightly parted. listening to your sweet moans and gasps. God you looked so fucking cute despite being in such a filthy act. He could watch u writhe and squirm all day and never get bored.

After Dazai thought that you were wet and streched enough he pulled away, trails of slick siliva conected to your hole as it dripped out and down the flesh of your ass.Your half limp body helplessly being manhandled into a doggy position on the floor. Dazai got behind you, his dainty hands running up your thighs and waists, his touch sending electric waves into you,goosebumps rising on your skin as Dazai positioned his hardened dick at your entrance. Without any warning he rammed into you so roughly. A loud scream forced out you made both men groan. He started thrusting inside you at a rapid pace. So hard it was honestly violent, you barely had any time to breathe.

"Daz-Dazai! No its too much! Slow down- nyaaa~" all your begging just seemed to turn him on more by the groans he gave u in return. Your nails were gripping into floor, tears filled up your water lines driping down in small streaks. His left hand travelled up to between your breasts as he griped your neck tighly. A surprised gasp left your mouth when he tugged your body upwards, back pressing into Dazai's chest, head dropped back onto his shoulder. As your face turned to him he brought his mouth to yours. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid into your mouth. Hot breathes fanning into eachother as his tongue went deeper down your throat. His hand tightening on your neck.

So preoccupied with Dazai's make out sessions you dont register kakuchou kneeling down infront of you till u felt his hands grab your legs, draping them over his, as he positioned his stiff cock against your puffy folds. Clear creamy fluids dripped down onto his dick as he rubbed it on your clit. You pulled away from sanzu gasping for air. Before u could intake enough oxygen a different pair of lips were on you, tongue tangling in yours over and over, slipping out to swipe over lips and biting into them. "God your fucking flithy~ you love this dont u little bitch?" Dazai spoke into your ear before sucking harsh marks into your neck. The only response you could fanthom was a loud moan into Chuuya's mouth as he thrusted inside you. Finger nails scratching his muscular shoulders. Dazai resumed his movements, both men moving inside you as a mismatched pace.

Your back arched in, head draped over Dazai's shoulder. You could feel every movement of thier cocks rubbing inside your walls, it felt so full. "Haa~ Ahhh~ kaku!- h-haru!! Too much! Its too much please!" Your pleading just fueled them to thrust even harder. "Shut the fuck up little whore~ you love it! Dont you?" Haruchiyo grabbed your jaw from behind as he whispered harsh words to you. Both men groaned in sync, feeling your pussy and anus clench at his degrading words. "Say it..say how much you love getting fucked by two men at once". "I LOVE IT! "I love getting fucked by you! I love being stuffed full off your cocks~" streams of tears blurred your vision as you mewled out those words. Dazai grinned as he turned your head to kiss you again.

All of you were on the verge of your orgasms, you could tell by Dazai's sloppy thrusting against your prostate and Chuuya's hips bucking as he was hitting your cervics in every thrust. It was too much sensations all at once you couldn't take it any longer. "Oh fuck~ you're doing great doll~ you take us so well~. Your face was pulled away from Dazai by your hair, the milisecond of confusion soon washed away by Chuuya's tongue being rammed down your throat. Fuck it's too much...to much...the only tought occupying your fucked out little head. Hell it was mystery how you were still consious right now. If it wasn't for the extra dose of horny Dazai put in your system you'd be long gone. With one synced thrust, hitting the perfect spots inside you, your knots came undone.

Your were creaming over both men, searing hot cum dripping down onto thier cocks, abdomens and thighs. The feeling of having two orgasms was like noting you ever felt before. Dazai's cum splattered inside your as you experienced an anal orgasm for the first time. Pussy clenched down on Chuuya, it was so tight he couldn't even move anymore. He moaned into your mouth as you milked him of all his cum. Sticky, heated white spraying inside your in thick ropes. It felt so fucking good your body spasamed as you came, vision going black and white, body slumped down onto Chuuya's chest as everything became a white blur.

After the shock wave moved throughout you,  your whole body went limp. The slight movements of your chest up and down along with shallow breathes leaving you indicated to the men that u passed out. They both looked at eachother, a silent agreement to clean you and forget about whatever argument they should be having right now. They cleaned u off, and dressed you in some of Dazai spare clothes before placing you to sleep on boten's shared couch in the main room.

In conclusion, Dazai was very fucking proud of his creation if that was the reward, Chuuya also very happy with the aftermath. Only thought they've ever had in common with each other was that this definitely won't be the last time.

everybody wants to love you

-"said, I'm the first girl that got you getting romantic"-endlessly by kali uchis

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Contents: Dazai x Fem!reader, Fluffy fluff, just dazai and fluff that's the whole fic, uhh implied references to marriage in the end,

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ A/N: ...i lied bitches fedya's gonna wait my pookie is always first. Also this was so much better in my head uhhh-

You woke up to bandaged hands around your waist and dazai's chin on your shoulder, his breath coming out in little puffs against the back of your ear. You hesitated before carefully attempting to pry his fingers off you, which caused him to whine and pull you closer against him.

What you didn't realize was that he was already awake.

"mmh, love can't you stay hereeeee?" He huffed, kissing behind your ear before he buries his face in your nape. "...it's so cold anyways, why would you wanna leave?" You sighed, pulling away from him and giggling when you hear him whine.

"C'monnn, you can't stay in bed all day." Dazai merely pouted.

"Watch me." He grumbled, however his expression softened as soon and you brushed away his bangs to press a kiss to his forehead. You smiled and brushed your fingers into his knotted tresses, scratching at his scalp and tugging at some of the knots.

"...wanna get up now?"

"Hmm, fine." He sitted up and stretched before you laced your fingers with his and pulled him up. You led him into the cramped bathroom of your shared agency dorm-a dorm meant for one that two had carved a home into.

You spread toothpaste on your toothbrush and brushed your teeth while humming softly and dazai followed in suit, hip bumping against yours. After rinsing out your mouth, you looked at dazai as an idea sparked in your head. "let me brush your hair, it's a knotted mess." Dazai raised an eyebrow but smiled as you reached up onto your toes, comb in hand. "can you bend down, you giraffe?" You huffed and dazai chuckled at your adorable pout, poking your cheek as he bent down a bit.

"Better?"

"M'yeah." You gently tugged at knots in his wavy hair, brushing it away from his eyes and you combed it until it was softer and not as tangled. Once you were done you set the comb onto the counter and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Dazai chuckled and tapped the tip of your nose. You pulled him out of the washroom and into the kitchen, pulling out leftover rice and a few eggs from the fridge. "What do you wanna eat?" Dazai hummed and leaned against the counter.

"Whatever you want." He shrugged and you decided on tamagoyaki and leftover rice-frankly you didn't want to cook much. You opened the cabinet and grabbed a bowl, cracking eggs in and measuring out some soy sauce, grated radish and a bit of sugar. Dazai watched you, smiling at your small movements. The way you narrowed your eyes as you measured stuff out, the small crinkle of your nose was just oh so adorable to him. Quietly, he walked up behind you and spun you around, ignoring the stammers of protest you let out as he cupped your face and kissed every part of it; your nose, the curve of your jaw, across your redden cheeks and finally placing a playful kiss to you lips. With a sly chuckle he placed his hand on your lower back, fingers grazing your spine and he reveled in the shiver it brought about.

"Osamu-" He cut you off with another kiss to your lips, pulling away with an exaggerated "mwah!" Flustered, you put a hand on his cheek.

"Osamu! I-I gotta cook!" He ignored you, opting instead to pull you flush against his chest and waltz you around, humming a random song that you couldn't quite place a finger on. Dazai hands trailed up to rest under your ribcage as he ends the dance with a flourished dip. Right now, the sight of you to him was immaculate-Cheeks flushed and eyes wide, lips parted in surprise you were the most beautiful thing he'd seen. With a chuckle he lifted you back onto your feet, dipping down to kiss your left hand before he tapped your ring finger.

"Hm, bella this finger seems empty-naked even!" He acted as if it was the most horrible calamity in the world. Before you could interject he unravelled some of the bandages on his hand, ripped of three or four inches with his teeth before wrapping it around your ring finger. "Much better!" He grinned and tapped your finger again, making you look at the makeshift ring he'd made. Heat flooded your cheeks and you couldn't help but sputter out.

"Osamu!" You huffed, eyes wide and dazai laughed at your expression.

"Aw, bella'! C'mon, don't worry! Maybe next time I'll put on a real ring, how does that sound darling?"

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©Cheriiyaya 2023

Lovesick husband! Dazai who's obviously whipped for his spouse and ain't even trying to hide it at all

i think that dazai osamu would be an absolute baby about being sick. i think you’d get either one million texts saying he’s dying or one cryptic one that has you running to his place in fear that he’s in danger only to find him cuddled up in his bed with a runny nose.

dazai ofc, nikolai, gojo, sanji, bokuto, oikawa, tanaka, tendou, terushima, mammon, denki + your favs !

Underneath the stars, looking for a sign — d. osamu

synopsis. dazai stops by your apartment well past midnight, seeking out to you for solace

content. pm!dazai, pm!reader, fem!reader, angst(?), reverse comfort, unestablished relationship, a mention of double suicide

notes. my writing makes me want to sink six feet underground cuz this looked better in my head :,)

dazai thinks he shouldn’t be here.

not only was it past midnight but he has never appeared out of blue like this on your doorstep either.

with a quiet breath he knocks on your door. a moment passes and nothing happens. he expected this because why would you be awake right now? this must be his last chance to leave and the temptation to do so grows with each second. dazai doesn’t see a point in knocking for a second time if you really were asleep. yeah, he should go, stop bothering you and get a hold of himself. just what was he even—

as dazai is about to turn around, he hears the sound of fiddling from the door lock and freezes in place. were you not asleep? 

the door opens and he’s greeted by your noticeably sleepy figure. so you actually heard his one time knocking through your slumber.

“osamu?” you break the silence with your soft, somewhat confused tone. while he did hear you say his name, all his mind could focus was on you. god how did you always manage to look so perfect? your hair is rather messy, your face seemed tired, you were wearing an oversized shirt with pyjama shorts that had strawberries on it. all of that and you still looked breathtaking to him. he then quickly realises that he needs to say something.

“hey, sorry i woke you up.” dazai responds shortly, hoping you didn’t notice his staring. you blink once then twice, his words not giving you any sort of explanation. “did something happen.? it’s the middle of the night right now…” you question while slightly leaning against the doorframe. he can hear the sleep in your voice. 

“well, i guess i was wondering if you were feeling up for a double suicide?” a familiar, subtle yet playful smile appears on his lips, his tone calm. it doesn’t phase you in the least. your brows furrow and you give him an odd look, not falling for his antics.

“you think i’ll actually believe that? what’s the real reason?” you respond with a tired sigh yet the small concern is there. of course you wouldn’t fall for that, you knew him better than anyone else. but it was worth a try.

dazai isn’t certain what answer to give you right away. he swears his mind has gone blank the moment you appeared before him. 

“can i stay here tonight?” he asks instead, dodging the question. his voice came out softer than he expected and he’s sure he seems pathetic now, the regret coming here slowly returning.

your brows raise a little in surprise. you were still sure something is up but the way how different he was acting from his usual self made you even more worried.

“you can but I can’t guarantee that my couch is the comfiest thing to sleep on.” you say after a moment, a yawn escaping past your lips afterwards. dazai lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. he couldn’t bring himself to care where he was supposed to sleep, if it was at your apartment that alone is already enough for him.

he comes inside and when he makes it to the living room, you speak up: “i’ll get you a blanket and a pillow.” you mention before going to the bedroom.

dazai returns his gaze to your living room, noticing all the small parts of you decorating the space: different scented candles on your window sills, fairy lights hanging on the wall, a phone charger laying on the floor, a vase of lilies placed on the table and next to it a plate with a few muffins on it. reminds dazai of the time you told him how you sometimes liked to bake in your free time and that he should definitely taste them on another day. you really had a bright personality for someone who works for the port mafia.

even from far away and the room still being rather dark, he could tell they looked delicious and probably tasted even better. dazai believes anything made by you would simply be perfect. he has seen the way your eyes shine whenever you talk about things you’re passionate about and he feels like he could listen to you forever. just your voice was enough to make his day better.

you come back with the bed linen that you promised to get, setting it down on the couch. you almost immediately notice dazai’s glance directed to your muffins and a smile grows on your face.

“go ahead and try it, i promise they’re the best muffins i have ever made.” you say with a pleased tone, clearly proud of yourself. he turns his gaze back to you, letting out a soft chuckle. “i’m sure they are, i just don’t really have an appetite right now.” he’s aware that he hasn’t eaten anything in the past few hours because he just can’t bring himself to do so.

but dazai regretted saying that instantly, seeing how your smile faltered.

“that’s fine.” you tell him calmly and shrug it off but he knew that wasn’t entirely true. he really hoped you didn’t take this the wrong way since the last thing he’d want is to upset you. his lips part to say something but no words come out. however, you have already decided to change the topic.

“so, are you going to tell me why you’re actually here?” your eyes are tender yet a little serious at the same time as you look at him. you really weren’t letting that question go but he couldn’t blame you. you had every right to ask that.

a moment of silence passes before dazai replies: “felt like it.” it’s not like he can tell you the real reason. he’s not ready to explain how corrupted his thoughts were back at his dull and cold shipping container, how his own mind started overwhelming him and how he needed to leave from there just so he could breathe normally again. everything seemed meaningless and tiring before the thought of you entered his head. 

he found the fact that thinking about you helped him calm down kind of ridiculous. over time he has gotten more attached to you than he likes to admit. you are the only person who has managed to get this close to his heart, heart that he thought was incapable of feeling anything other than emptiness.

your features softened after hearing him. dazai is not sure why because surely you have no idea what he was feeling. did his expression give him away? he hopes not.

“if you don’t want to tell me then just say so, okay?” dazai will never comprehend how understanding you were. he was being unfair to you and yet here you were not pushing anything out of him with that kind look in your eyes. making it seem as if he deserved any of that. 

“anyways i’m going back to bed now. good night, osamu.” a yawn leaves your mouth as soon as you say that and you send him one last glance before walking to your bedroom. dazai replies with a quiet good night as well and you close the door behind you.

he sighs before putting his black coat away and deciding to lay down. he stares at the ceiling and even with closing his eyes from time to time, falling asleep is near impossible as always. and you were right, this couch is starting to feel uncomfortable. dazai lifts himself up and looks at your closed door. he guesses that about half an hour has passed since you left, you must be asleep by now. dazai can’t help but envy you for getting sleep so easily. the rest he receives is usually by passing out from exhaustion.

staying the whole night here was hopeless, he’s already aware of that. but then he gets a new idea. he stands up and stops in front of your door. dazai hesitates because what if you were awake? that would make this more awkward but he could complain about the couch and that’d give him an excuse. an excuse to sleep next to you.

he stops himself from dwelling on the matter too much and very gently opens the door. the moment he steps in, he’s greeted with your peaceful state, vague moonlight shining down on you. dazai can feel his heart swell because how is someone simply sleeping able to look this stunning? he slowly moves next to your bed, to the left side that had more space and, as carefully as he can, slips between your sheets. this is much more comfortable in comparison to your couch.

dazai lets his head rest against the pillow, his eyes locked on you since fortunately you were facing his side. there is a soft glint in his eyes as he gently tucks some of your hair strands behind your ear. your face features were even prettier close up and after a while he realises something. a part of him wishes to wake up like this everyday, your face being the first thing he’ll see, the chance to be this close to you. a true luxury that dazai thinks he would never be deserving of. after all, why would a person like you be with someone like him?

a subtle noise from you is enough to snap him out of his trance. he wonders if you’re about to wake up but before he could come to a conclusion, you shift a little and slightly nuzzle your face to the palm of his hand that was laying beside you. dazai’s body tenses as he isn’t sure if he should pull his hand away or not. there was no way that you knew he was here. looks like you just stirred in your sleep. he let out a relieved breath, gradually relaxing again. just the warmth radiating from you is more than enough to ease his worries. 

dazai wonders if you know how much you mean to him. probably not. he could never express it enough anyway. but it also scares him because that means the world can rip you away from him in any moment and he literally doesn’t know what he’ll do if that were to happen. dazai told himself from the beginning that he should avoid you at all costs but he has already failed that part. you had him hooked around your finger in a way that you didn’t even realise.

he closes his eyes, now focusing on your touch and faint breathing. maybe if you are right next to him he could doze off for a little while. he can imagine your reaction once you’re aware he’s in your bed in the morning but it will be worth it. anything is worth it as long as it’s with you. dazai decides to make one small promise before trying to focus on sleeping.

he will definitely try your muffins later.

hope this was okay, thank you if you made it this far ^^